and just snapping back like

Give me a story where one of Bruce’s children has a kid (it doesn’t matter who, but Jason would be so sweet as a father) and Bruce is blown away by the fact that he is a grandfather. Where he’s standing there holding this tiny baby in his arms and he’s completely lost for words. He’s never been good with words, but now he can’t even begin to form them.

Because this is something he never expected. Not in a million years did he imagine himself as a grandfather. He had seen his life going down a very specific path when he was young. A very specific, very lonely path. Long term attachments had been outlawed to him by his choice of lifestyle, and children were even more out of the question.

He’d always known what the cape and cowl meant: an end to the Wayne family line. He had no siblings, and no close relatives. No one to continue the historical name, and he’d been ok with it. Or at least he thought he had. So when Dick, then Jason, Cass, Tim, and Damian had come they’d each been a surprise. A happy surprise, a surprise that was to Bruce always fleeting. Especially when he lost them, especially when he got them back. 

So no, he hadn’t expected a grandchild. Not when everyone of his own kids had followed his footsteps. They’d all done it in their own unique way, but Bruce still saw what they did as a road with one outcome. That outcome was never settling down, never finding ‘the one’, and never starting their own family.

Yet. Here he stood, holding, not just the next generation, but the third generation of the Wayne name after his parents. Bright and bubbly, in his arms there was life, and with life hope for the future. Not just the future of his family, but the future in general. Because if a man like him could be so lucky to have made it to becoming a grandfather, then the world was better than he’d thought it was.

They’re watching baby animals videos

( @greyhairsowhat happy birthday dear !!!!  (ノ ´ 3 ` )ノ  ❤️️💕)

Friends - Tom Holland x Reader imagine

Title: Friends
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: Friends just sleep in another bed and friends don’t treat me like you do. I know that there’s a limit to everything but my friends won’t love me like you.
Word Count: 4.7k
WARNING: NSFW, 18+, includes smut and swearing
A/N: yet another collab with nat aka @peterfuckinparker​, oops? also, listen to friends by ed sheeran before/whilst you read, ok????

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To Own A Hybrid P.2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (eventual smut) Hybrid!AU Cat!AU

Summary: The hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid.

Word Count: 3.5k +

A/N: I should be doing my assignments right now…opps 

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, emotional torment, and prostitution 

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“here it is!” you chirped as you opened the door to your apartment.

“here, keeps this key” you added as you passed him the spare key happily. His movements were extremely hesitant so you made sure all your actions were big and obvious so you wouldn’t cause him any suspicious.

“I don’t need it, I’m not staying for long” he huffed as his ears flattened against his head. You tried your best not to make him uncomfortable and stare at his dark chocolate ears, but the curiosity was getting to you and you just wanted to know what they felt like.

You still weren’t a master at reading hybrid body language but by the way his head tilted upwards as he sniffed the place and his tail wagged side to side you could tell he was happy enough to have a place to sleep.

“it’s not a huge place so you should be able to find your way around, feel free to take a shower and relax while I make dinner. Your room is just through that door there” you said as you pointed to the door.

“you mean my temporary room” he corrected with an attitude.

You let out a chuckle before nodding your head and raising your hands in defeat.

“right, my bad” you stated.

It was getting closer towards 7pm which meant your stomachs growls were getting more intense. You were almost positive the hybrid currently roaming your apartment wouldn’t mind what you made as long as it was editable so you decided to go with some basic pasta.

As you chopped mince you started thinking about this being a long-term arrangement.

He was already insured, he has nowhere else to go and you were sure Namjoon would help you with anything you didn’t understand. Sure, the hybrid was mildly rude but you could get used to that…

You excitedly finished cooking your spaghetti with a small happy dance before grabbing two plates and dishing out the meal.

“JUNG-“ you started to yell but as soon as you whipped around you saw him staring at what would have been your back with his arms crossed over his chest.

You let out a small shriek of surprise before clinging your chest and breathing out in relief.

“Jesus Christ” you whispered to yourself as you grabbed the two plates and made your way over to the dinner table, not hearing any form of apology from your new roommate.

“I hope you like spaghetti” you smiled as you sat down and dug into your much-awaited meal.

Jungkook slowly sat down as he sniffed out the meal, probably looking for poison. His eyes narrowed as the swapped between the plate of food in front of him and you.

As you tried to slurp the strands of spaghetti into your mouth you rolled your eyes at his caution.

When he concluded that it was safe to consume, you watched in awe as he shoved the spaghetti into his mouth, letting out small groans of delight every now and then.

“Careful, you’ll get indigestion if you eat too fast” you commented as he continued to stuff his mouth.

He didn’t stop his feast or snap back like he usually did, his eyes just clicked to yours portraying one simple message…

‘shut up, I’m hungry’

You laughed wholeheartedly before continuing to eat your meal.

“did you shower?” you asked as you noticed he was wearing the same clothes as before.

He shook his head before briefly stopping his eating.

“I don’t have other clothes” he said bluntly before getting up and going to get some more food.

You sat there like an idiot. Of course, he doesn’t, he literally walked through your door with nothing but himself.

“oh! I think I have something for you!” you said remembering your friend had sent you some clothes because his washing machine had broken down, not your fault he had never returned to collect them.

You quickly ran into your room and shuffled through your draws before finally pulling out some underwear, a shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

“here! This will have to do for now if that’s okay” you said as you folded the clothes and placed them next to him.

He looked at the clothes before looking back down at his dish of spaghetti.

“this isn’t permanent” he whispered softly as his ears slowly flattened against his head and his lip quivered a little bit.

You sat in silence as you watched him continue to shove food in his mouth, however, the atmosphere had changed. A coat of despair and loneliness placed itself over the pair of you.

You were uncertain if it was a statement or a question; you thought carefully about if you should reply or change the subject completely.

As you brain buzzed with a thousand different options and routes you didn’t notice Jungkook giving your apartment a thorough scan.

“what do you do? This seems like a place a rich person would live in?” he asked in disbelief as he scanned you up and down, a look almost resubliming the statement ‘how the hell do you live here?’ covering his features.

You were about to argue with him and defend yourself against what he had just implied, but the curiosity in his eyes told you to just answer the question.

“I work at a creation company, basically all the employees there are all-rounders and are tasked to design different products concerning whatever is trendy that month” you shrugged.

It was a pretty cool job. You had good pay and a diverse range of hours, it was nice.

“so why are you alone?” he asked bluntly.

You gaped at him in confusion. The question could mean a whole range of different things, you just didn’t know which one.  

“as in where is your significant other? Your bae? Your boo? Your one and-“he started with an antagonizing voice.

“I don’t have one” you cut in as you rolled your eyes and walked your dirty plate over to the sink.

The hybrid silenced as you ran your plate under the Luke warm water. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to have a boyfriend, or that you couldn’t get one. It just wasn’t the right time…

“then who’s that?” Jungkook asked as he pointed towards a picture frame, carefully seated on your draw.

Your heartbeat increased as you recognized the devilish smile that had once captured your heart.

You gulped before trying to hide your now watering eyes. “someone I used to know” you spoke softly as memories of your previous relationship flooded your mind.

You had met him in what you thought was a café; never judge a book by its cover because what had looked like a café turned out to be a strip club…this should have been your first warning sign when he had approached you.

He had told you he owned a café, a real one and that you should go sometime. What eventually turned into a date was a set up for many more to come; soon turning into a relationship.

It had been a year and a half when you found out what you did. When you found out who he really was…Mark…someone who had stolen your heart and crushed it like the dick of a human being he was.

You shook off the feeling of heartbreak and turned your attention to the hybrid still stuffing food in his mouth.

“I think you’ve eaten the whole pot” you chuckled as you cleaned up the area around you.

Jungkook hummed in confirmation before dragging his body up off of the chair and cradling his belly in his hand. As he rubbed it comfortingly he released a small whine of pain yet relief.

“I feel so bloated” he whined as he passed you his plate.

“go shower and then you can sleep for as long as you want to” you smiled before resuming with the dishes.

Jungkook stood there in silence for a minute before swerving on his heels and shuffling his way to the bathroom.

“Goodnight!” you yelled out before hearing the door to the bathroom close.

Quickly finishing up the dishes you decided to finish your superhero marathon that you started a couple nights ago. You had the day off tomorrow so you had allllll nightttttt.

The iron man movie played as you dug your hand into a bag of Doritos.

as you listened to the sound of shower water pouring to the floor you took the chance to quickly wipe out your phone and search up more information about hybrids.

‘how to read hybrid body language’

You stared at your phone intensely as multiple sources popped up on our screen.

One article caught your eye.

‘when a cat hybrid has been abandoned and or abused the said hybrid will shy away from touches of strangers or people they don’t trust yet-‘

“what are you doing?”

You let out what would be the second shriek today as you chucked your phone down to the floor in panic.

You quickly turned around to Jungkook who was looking towards the T.v paying you no attention.

“err..just watching iron man” you stated as you tried to calm your beating heart “weren’t you going to bed?” you asked as you picked up your phone, checking it for cracks.

“I can’t sleep when I can hear you obnoxious crunching from miles away” he spoke as his eyes stayed glued to the flashing light of the T.v

“do you wanna watch with me?” you asked ignoring his blatantly rude comment.

Instead of answering your question he simply moved around the couch and sat across from you, his eyes still glued to the big screen.

The movie continued to entertain the two of you, Jungkook seemingly more interested in the movie than you; You swore you saw a small smile sneak its way onto his lips as tony stark dropped some mad jokes.

This was the fifth time you had watched this movie so sleep was easily taking over your body. Before you completely passed out you watched as Jungkook quietly removed the bag of chips from your failing limbs.

He’ll be excited to know there’s are two other iron man movies, but you’ll save this information for later.


The sounds of intense alarms had your body flying off the couch.

The sudden brightness of the room had you groaning in confusion but the slight pain in your leg had you wide awake.

“ugh get off me”

You look beneath your bottom half to see jungkook’s legs entangled with yours. You had no time to question the situation as the alarm continued to blare.

The both of you quickly stumbled to your feet, drool chilling on your chin as you quickly tried to fix your bird nest hair.

Jungkook’s tired groans of annoyance could be heard evidently behind you as the two of you exited your apartment to find other residents living on your level in the hallway.

“y/n! darling!”

Fuck…fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

“oh! krystal! How nice to see you” you smiled fakely as you tried your hardest to be nice.

“sorry! That alarm was my fault everybody!” she chirped before turning around to all the other guests.

While she proceeded with her sickeningly sweet apologies you took the time to look her up and down. She wore bright pink workout clothes with a white headband that screamed ‘I’m too good for you’.

“I was just baking my daily goods too send down to the children’s center” she said before flicking her perfectly straightened locks from her shoulders.

“you all know how I just love to help others!” she exclaimed as circled back around to you. Thankfully, the maintenance guy had fixed the continuous ear deafening sound.

You tried your hardest to sneakily turn around but the bitch was too quick.

“y/n! are you not going to introduce me to your new hybrid?! Oh my gosh! We can have hybrid play dates!! I already know my little BamBam would love too meet him!” she ‘epped’ excitedly as she grabbed your shoulders enthusiastically.

It was way too fucking early and you were not in the mood but at the mention of BamBam your ears perked up. You loved BamBam, he was such a little bundle of joy who also loved to bitch about his owner.

You exchanged a quick look with Jungkook before she continued to blab on.

“you’re quite the looker aren’t you! It’s a pleasure to meet you! I would love to get to know you more! Maybe I should come over later!” she said before grabbing his hand forcefully.

You watched in slow motion as Jungkook hissed lowly at her before harshly tearing his hand away from hers.

She jumped back in shock as she looked at him in disgust.

“how dare you! Y/n! control your hybrid!” she shouted as she placed her hands on her hips. Jungkook’s fists balled up before you rolled your eyes at her.

“maybe you should have asked to touch him first” you said calmly, shocking both Krystal and Jungkook.

Usually, you would avoid confrontation with Krystal but as mentioned before…it was too fucking early and you weren’t here for anything that was taking place.

“wh.. what did you just say?” she asked in confusion.

“I said. Maybe you should have had the decency to ask if you could touch him first. You don’t know him, you can’t just go around grabbing strangers. Look, it’s too early for this shit and I hope everything goes well at the children’s center but please don’t disturb my friend” you said before smiling at her softly.

You proceeded to enter your humble home, Jungkook following close behind you.

“does she come around a lot?” Jungkook asked annoyed as he ruffled his hair.

“it’s just a matter of knowing when it’s safe to leave” you replied as you plonked yourself back on the couch.

“don’t you have work today?” he asked as he sat on the couch facing you nervously.

“nope not today. Why do you wanna do something?” you stated as you stared at him.

There was a Hugh elephant in the room that you knew the two of you would have to address soon enough. Is he gonna stay? Or is he leaving?

The apartment was silent as the two of you stared at each intensely, neither of you knowing what to do or say.

Before you could speak your pleasant ringtone was entering your ears.

“Y/n! Quick! I need you to go to the headquarters and just disable my robot for me! Please! I know you live really close so would you do this for me?” namjoon pleaded on the other side.

You could hear the stress and struggle in his voice. Along with the begging cries for attention you could only assume were from his hybrids.

“of course, I can!” you answered as you shot up from your seat.

“I owe you one!” he said before hanging up on you.

“Alright Jungkook! We’ve got places to go and things to do!” you said enthusiastically as you bolted for the door.

“were still in our pajamas!!!”


The two of you ran into headquarters in sweatpants and slippers but you didn’t care, this was urgent.

As you ran through the marble opening towards the elevators people stared the two of you down. Some judging, some in confusion.

“so, what do we have to do?” Jungkook asked as he admired the clear black marble. It was a beautiful office. Only the higher-ups and important people were allowed access.

You, Namjoon, Jimin and other people that worked on your floor were allowed to store your creations here and gather equipment.

“Namjoon must have been in a rush to get home and didn’t properly deactivatethis robot that he’s been working on. Who knows what it’ll do if it wakes up” you said as you tapped your foot against the ground anxiously.

“and when will it wake up?” Jungkook asked as the elevator doors opened.

As you took a step into the holding department, you were met with a pair of shining silver lights and a strong metal build.

“I’d say now” you said as fear too over your being.

“run!” you shouted as you pushed Jungkook in one direction and ran in the other.

You could feel something…you didn’t know if it was adrenaline or pure fear but you could feel the vibrations of how hard your feet were hitting the floor through your body.

The robot had long legs so you knew you wouldn’t really be able ot out run it, but the lack of sound had you praying for the best.

You hair swished in front of you face as you tried to listen out for the robotic sounds of running behind you, however, nothing could be heard.

You slowed down as you hid behind a stack of boxes and tried to catch your breath. Your heart was pounding against your chest but it was the only thing you could hear. You slowly made your way to the end of the boxes to try and see what was going on.



Before you could peer past the boxes you felt hard mental smack against your back.

You cried out in pain as your body skid against the ground. You hissed at the feeling of your skin grazing against the solid floor before lifting your head up, your eyes meeting with the silver ones.

You quickly tried to crawl away from it as you started to walk towards you. Its movements sharp and predator like.

Giving up on your escape you simple closed your eyes and got ready for impact.

…but it never came.

At the sound out colliding metal you slowly opened your eyes too see Jungkook plunging a large plank of metal through namjoons creation.

As the robot’s eyes started to flicker off Jungkook pushed it right through with a grunt of struggle.

You sat in previous position in utter shock. It had only been a couple minutes and you had been attacked by robot and saved by your hybrid friend who you thought had run for his life as well.

Jungkook watched the robot fall to the floor before turning to you and helping you up.

“are you okay?” he asked with a hint of worry as he freed your hair from your sweaty forehead.

“yer…t-thanks for saving me” you stuttered as you tried to collect your thoughts and emotions. Fucking Namjoon, how do you forgot to tell someone that your robot is a warrior and will not hesitate to try to annihilate you.

“what do we do with it?” Jungkook asked as the two of you stared at the now pile of wrecked metal.

“let’s just leave it here…someone else will get it” you said as you started shuffling towards the door keeping close to Jungkook as you pasted the beast.

You took a mental note to personally tell namjoon that his creation was a death machine and he owed you three thousand favours just for it attacking you, not counting the emotional trauma that came with it.

The elevator ride was silent because now you had no distraction. It was time to discuss what needed to be talked about.


You sat silently on the couch as Jungkook grabbed his belongings.

You fiddled with your pyjama shirt as he placed the clothes he borrowed from you on the counter.

“er…I’ll just be going now” he stated as his eyes locked with yours.

You stood up awkwardly before nodding your head and walking forward so you could be closer to him. You didn’t know how your next sentence would come across but you knew they were your true feelings

“I…don’t want you to know you don’t have to leave, right?” you asked strongly as his hand grasped the door.

“I can’t stay” he whispered softly and you could almost hear his voice cracking.

You shifted your weight onto your other foot as you pondered what to say next.

“look, I’ll admit I have no idea about hybrids or the hybrid world. And im not going to tell you that ill be this amazing companion because I already know im going to make mistakes. But ill never hurt or belittle you. Were equals here okay? So it’s completely your decision if you want to stay or leave but just know that I’m an option. Even if you leave now and are hungry or need a bed…or maybe even if your just lonely. This will always be your home as much as it is mine” you declared nervously as you played with your hands.

Jungkook slowly dropped his hand from the door before turning back around to you, his eyes glistening with an emotion you couldn’t quite read.

“Having a hybrid is a lot of work”

“yes, I am aware”

“if you have a future partner, they probably won’t like it”

“the right one wouldn’t care”

Jungkook continued to bore into your eyes, neither of you backing down. You could tell by the way that his eyes were welling up that he wanted this.

“I can see that you want to stay” you said smiling at him teasingly, immediately brightening up the mood.

“I never said that” he replied as he crossed his arms in annoyance. You let out a chuckle of endearment before passing him the pizza hut brochure.

“pick what you want and ill order it for lunch, I think I’m just gonna stay in pajama’s”, you said before yawning and stretching out your arms.

“I’m not your hybrid…alright, I’m just living with you” he said shyly as he looked down at the different options of pizza.

You gave him a warm smile before nodding your head in agreement

“I wouldn’t have it any other way”

So at work a 50-60 year old woman was with her granddaughter buying a sparkly cheap dress, I greeted her nicely and she never even looked at me or smiled just snapped at her granddaughter for touching the pin pad. I’m like whatever, just get her through the line quickly and be done with her. She handed me a gift card she got at another store location for returning the same dress there, so the gift card had the amount of the same dress on it. I scanned it and the total came out to be 10¢ left. I told her she only owed a dime now and she looks at me in disbelief and narrows her eyes and says “Excuse me?? WHY.” shoves her head over the counter obnoxiously to look at the screen. “No that’s not right it should have taken the whole total off. Why?? Why is it doing that?!” “Give me my giftcard back” I had automatically chucked it into the trash cause that’s what we do with used up gift cards. There were a thousand other gift cards in there that all have the stupid red bullseye logo on them. I went “um, okay” and pulled out the trash and she says very rudely “don’t get frustrated” I didnt say anything or look at her. I just start pulling them out and go “is this yours.” She says “No!! Mine didnt have stuffed scratched on it.” all the cards looked the same. I calmly said “really? so would you recognize it?” and she goes “of course not!!” My expression is a total pokerface and my tone of voice is reasonable and soft when I deal with rude and difficult customers and I just calmly said “That’s weird, I’m not quite sure. It might have something to do with the fact that you bought it at a different store location, maybe you had bought a 10¢ bag that day?” And she yells about how she didn’t “buy no damn bag” so I plainly said “I honestly don’t know ma'am, you’d have to ask customer service.” She says “No, I want to speak to your supervisor.” I smile and say “Yes. she’s right over there at customer service.” She turns around in a huff and I can see her looking back at me and my supervisor looking at me and I just stare back like yo wassup lmao. And I hear my supervisor explainly that the other store location taxes more then we do. The lady starts waving 10¢ around at her and my supervisor said she had to pay at my register. I sip my water and keep eye contact with the customer showing no fear, I’m not intimidated by her crazy ass at all. She yells “YOU’RE RUDE AS HELL” and slams the dime on the counter. I start to indignantly say “I haven’t been acting rude at-” She cuts me off and says “Have a great day!” Really nastily and I just snap back to my customer servce persona and I’m just like “okay” and I process the total and she walks away without her receipt so I rip up her receipt immediately and the next customers are just snickering and looking at me like I’m cursed or a weirdo or something. I was so disgusted at her behavior, especially for her age, and especially acting like a damn child in front of her granddaughter. It takes a special kind of cunt to act like that to cashiers. Also disgusted at the customers all around who love to watch but won’t step in and think cashiers being treated like shit is acceptable. Afterwards my supervisor told me she kept saying I was rude and giving off a rude attitude during the whole transaction and I’m just like “yeah, she must have been having a rough day. 10¢ is a lottttt of money to some people” and now she’s the next story we get to tell at lunch & breaks and laugh about with our coworkers. Yes, you act like a fool in retail and you become the next break room joke.

channing tatum is like that guy in college who’s 1000% bro and loves his frat and is a world champion beer pong player and owns 324353 snap-backs and you’re just like UGH GROSS until you find him roaming the feminist lit section of the local indie book shop and he sees you eyeing him and smiles and is like “have you ever read any doris lessing?” just as his phone buzzes with a text from his grandma asking if he’ll be coming over for bingo this weekend and you also realize his text tone is “bad blood” and suddenly everything is you knew is  a lie 


                             Lover in Low Light by @chrmdpoet

“Everything is blurry,” Lexa says again, shaking her head. She doesn’t care about her broken voice or her wet cheeks, the tremble in her bottom lip. She needs to say this to someone, needs someone to hear it and understand it. Maybe she just needs to say it out loud, the bits and pieces she keeps pressed so firmly inside. “It’s been blurry for years, like I’m only seeing a warped version of the world, and all the edges are fuzzy, and nothing ever fully defines. It’s like that all the time, every day, but then I come back here. I come back here, Abby, and I see her, and god, it’s like my entire world … it’s like everything just snaps back into focus. Everything is clear. Everything is beautiful, even when it’s ugly, even when it hurts, and I don’t feel like I’m two seconds away from falling off the edge of the earth anymore.”

BTS Reactions - You didn’t know you were pregnant

You frown down at the little tummy you’re growing and huff as you bend down to pick up the letters. As you’re sorting through them by the dining room table, you hear your boyfriend. He greets you and kisses your cheek before wandering over to the fridge to grab a snack. It’s right then that you feel it - something’s wrong. Then everything goes dark.

You whine at the bright lights behind your closed eyes and feel around a bit, not recognising the bed you’re in. Slowly you sit up, but feel a hand on your shoulder - it’s your boyfriend. He wants you to kay back down and you don’t argue. You just start blinking your eyes open, scanning the room. You’re in a hospital, and there’s a smiling doctor with a bright light in your eyes. You bat her away, and you hear her chuckle,

“Well that irritation might happen more frequently now. Congratulations you two,” The doctor muses, turning to leave as your boyfriend questions what she means. She turns back to you with the same smile, “On that baby! They’re growing healthy and fine, which is a good sign, coming up to 4 months!”


Jin’s eyes widen in shock and he locks them with yours, which are just as surprised. Your both smile at the same time, and suddenly you’re laughing, crying and hugging each other, entirely thrilled at this revelation. Jin pulls back to kiss over your face, making sure to completely smother you in love before leaning down to do the same to the baby he’s just been made aware of the existence of,

“Hey little baby, it’s your daddy!” He whispers, looking up at you with such excitement that your heart melts. He chatters away to your tummy for a bit, telling it all about how e met you, how you two fell in love and how one day they’ll be able to see their mummy walk down the aisle in a beautiful dress, and they can be involved too - they can be a flower girl or a ring bearer, or whatever they want, so long as they’re happy.

Once the hospital gives you the all clear to go, Jin insists on carrying you. He even straps your seatbelt on for you and kisses you, telling you that his Queen as his Prince or Princess needs to stay safe. He climbs into the driver’s seat smiling wider than you’ve seen in a long time. He takes you hand as he drives away, asking you loads of questions about how it’s gonna be with this new addition. You reply with the most ridiculous things (’ice cream for dinner’, ‘day trips to mars’) but it doesn’t matter. You’ve never been so happy in all your life.


You gasp and turn away from Yoongi, hiding your face. How could this happen? How didn’t you know? What was he thinking? Wasn’t he saying just yesterday how much he hated that crying baby in the apartment next door?

Yoongi’s in shock. He’s just sat there, staring at the wall. Why are you hiding? Are you ashamed? Do you not want this baby yet? Weren’t you saying just yesterday how much you disagreed with babies before marriage?

All at once, the two of you turn to each other and start talking, blurting out your worries into one big jumble, neither of hearing what the other has to say. When you finally talk yourself hoarse, you just look into one another’s eyes, hoping for a response but just finding the same expression as your own holds. Yoongi decides to make the first move - he takes your hands and sighs,

“I’m sorry that this isn’t happening the way you wanted it to,” His tone is dripping with pain and you nearly cry,

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry. You didn’t want this anyway,” At this, Yoongi’s head snaps up and he starts shaking his head quickly, his words coming out in a jumble,

“What do you mean? All I want for us is a family and a life together! I know you wanted to get married first, and I’m sorry but this is our baby and I love them already!” He tells you, tears clouding his expression as he leans down to kiss the tiny baby bump, closing his eyes as he just enjoys this moment.


Hoseok all but squeals when the words leave the doctor’s mouth, suddenly jumping out of his seat so that he can hug you - although he’s careful not to squeeze you too tight and risk harming the baby. When he puts you down, he looks at you with such love and adoration that you can actually feel it radiate from his smile and into your body. You smile back at your loving boyfriend, and he kisses you with such passion that you find it hard to catch your breath after. When Hoseok lets you go, he just sits in front of you and stares at you for a minute, tracing your face with his hand, ten your tummy. His smile manages to brighten as he leans down to pace a gentle kiss just over where he thinks the head is before sitting up to look at you,

“I’m excited,” He admits, and you’re not taken by surprise, “I cant wait to have this baby and this future with you! I know it’s not traditional in the sense that we’re not married and we don’t have a house, but we can start looking at houses as soon as we get home and discuss marriage later on in the evening. For now, I just want you to know that I’m going to love Little Baby Jung more than you can even imagine, okay?” Hoseok gushes, hands waving all over the place to exaggerate his words. You giggle and nod in the right places as you fall more and more in love with your goofy boyfriend as the seconds tick by. You have no doubts that this will b a huge change, but you also have no doubts that you and Hoseok ill overcomes any setbacks the way you overcome everything - together.


Namjoon’s hand that still rests on your shoulder tightens for a moment, so hard it very nearly hurts, but he removes his hand before he does. He looks at you with an unreadable expression. He looks angry, and sad, and happy, and close to tears all at once. With a sudden pang, you realise a discussion you’d had recently. He was telling you about how he was so excited for the next step in his career - just the two of you was perfect for how he wanted to progress. Tears spring to your eyes and you sit up, turning away from Namjoon, ashamed. You then feel his hands on your waist, hugging you,

“You’re thinking about what I said the other day. You think I don’t want this baby,” He tells you. It’s not a question, it’s  a statement. You nod your head and lean back into his chest. Namjoon sighs and kisses your shoulder, “Well you’re wrong. This baby,” He starts, moving his hand to rest over your tummy, “Is a blessing. Baby Kim here will be the most amazing child the world has ever seen. Not for any particular quality, but because they’ll have two parents who love and cherish them so much. I know what I said, but I take it back. I’d trade my entire career and all of my knowledge for this baby,” He admits, walking so that he stands in front of you. He kisses your forehead and smiles, “I can’t wait to tell everyone. They’re going to be so amazing! This baby is going to be on the receiving end of so much love that they’ll barely know how to handle it!”


For what feels like an eternity, all you can hear is the ragged sound of Jimin’s breath mixed with your own. The two of you are alone in the room, and Jimin turns to look at you. He stays still for a moment, just looking at you in complete and utter shock. He opens his mouth a few times to speak, but ultimately just closes it again and puts his head in his hands. Then he snaps back up, his back completely straight like he’s just realised something,

“You’re pregnant!” He yells, “I’m going to be a father!” Jimin’s voice is loud with happiness, and punctuated with laughs. He jumps up and starts out to the door, then turns back and kisses you deeply, then opens the door. He stops the nearest person and tells them that his girlfriend’s pregnant, and then proceeds to do that to every single person that passes until a doctor has to ask him to stop. He then comes back to sit beside you, hanging his head sheepishly as he mumbles to you, “My girlfriend’s pregnant,” He then meets your eyes, smiling so widely as he picks you up “Let’s go!” He exclaims, rushing you out of the door as he talks, “We’ll have to get them loads of stuff! Baby gates and cushions for the door handles! We’re going to need to baby proof the whole apartment - oh wait!” Jimin pauses and looks at you curiously, “Are we going to stay in the apartment? We could buy a house! With a garden and a fireplace and lots of rooms for all our kids,” He pauses again, “We do want more kids, right?” The rest of the evening goes like this, Jimin gushing about the future you’ve been planning for years, finally looking at it realistically.


Before you even have time to process the information, Taehyung’s yelling and jumping up and down out of pure excitement. He waves his hands over his head and starts yelling the news at random people in the hall and you laugh. This man - this immature, excitable man - is going to be a father. Funny thing is, it doesn’t even concern you for a second.

Taehyung absolutely insists on carrying you to the car and putting you in himself, and does a silly roll over the hood of the car before sliding into his own seat. He beams at you and then turns on the charm. He wants something,

“Can we go to the baby store right now and get some stuff! Even if it’s just toys, they can sleep with us until the baby gets here! We can get them a mini lion, and an elephant and a zebra and a happy pillow!” He tells you bouncing excitedly. You can’t find it in yourself to say no as he squeals, driving off a little too fast as he lists off more things that the baby doesn’t need but will apparently ‘definitely want’.

When you get into the store, Taehyung suddenly starts running all over the place, throwing things in the trolley - not sensible things like baby gates and sippy cups of course. No, he gets policeman costumes and teddies and dummies with elephant trunks. You can’t help but laugh as he brushes off every single salesperson, insisting that he doesn’t need a crib, he absolutely needs a ten-foot teddy bear that won’t fit in the car.


Jungkook’s eyes widen and he’s stunned into silence. For several minutes, he just stares into space, twiddling his fingers as he seems to be contemplating life right in that room. It scares you - you’ve never seen him so quiet and unmoving, even when he’s sleeping. You can’t hold back a whimper as you start to cry, and that snaps him straight out of his little trance. He turns to you with his eyes an extremely confusing mix of fear and elation, stuttering a tiny bit as he begins to speak,

“I’m terrified,” Jungkook admits, “I’m scared out of my wits because there’s a little human growing inside of you that’s going to need parents and adults and I’m wearing Iron Man boxers,” A hint of a smile graces his features, “But it’s okay because I have you. I always know whether or not I’ll be able to manage something, because you’ll be there beside me. When you’re wit me, I know that I’d be able to take over the whole entire world if you gave a slight nod of your head,” Jungkook takes your hands in his and smiles, “So I may be scared because you often have to remind me to shower or eat properly, but that’s okay. I know that you’ll help me grow and be the best father that I could possibly be, and you’ll be the best mother you can possibly be. I’m ready for this child,” He now smiles fully, still reminiscent of the bunny he used to look like so many years ago. You’re scared too - no doubt about it - but if you have to be scared with anyone, you’re glad it’s Jungkook.

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Eight years pt. 3 (M)

A/N- Hi, thank you everyone for your kind words and for following the series. I would also like to thank admin Cabam for helping me with the storey line, your a doll. I love you :) The smuts for you ;)

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 4 ~

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned! Also it got a little kinky, I don’t know what’s a little though…


Originally posted by cuteguk

“Please, Y/N. I love you.”

Where they not the words you wanted to her since you had meet Jungkook? Yeah, they were but they’re a decade late… Where was he when you cried to your mom about being in love with the oblivious idiot. How were you even meant to react? Did you even still love him? You stood there gobsmacked at his confession.

“Mr Jeon, what are you doing here?” Hoseok asks as he walks up the hall to your door. Jungkook never takes his eyes off of yours.

“I had to speak with Y/N urgently.” You can’t take your eyes off of his either. What should you do? Go with Hoseok, or talk to Jungkook. Both men standing in front of you. The past came flooding into your heart, the pain he caused you. He didn’t even notice, did he even care? It was his turn to see you walk away.

“I think we can handle this tomorrow, or Monday Mr Jeon.” You grab your coat and phone, closing the door behind you. Jungkook looks hurt, now he knows how you felt all those years ago. Hoseok let’s you walk in front of him, his had landing on the small of your back.

Your date with Hoseok was great. He was legit sunshine. His laugh, his smile, the way he was so passionate about his work, it was so attractive. It was probably the best date you have ever had, but sadly your mind was still on a certain someone. Jungkook. 

He just wouldn’t stop invading your life lately. He was every where. The one place you felt safe, home, was now over taken by his sad face, and love confession. All you could think about was he actually tell you the truth. Did he love you?

You didn’t have sex with Hoseok. You didn’t feel it would be fair from him or Jungkook, or you. You needed to get your little shit of emotions together. Could you been in a relationship with Jungkook, is that what he wanted. Or did he want a quick fuck? There was a lot of questions to be answered, but once you open them there is no turning back.

Monday morning came way to quickly for your likely. You were nervous to say the least. Will it be awkward with Jungkook? Most definitely. You got dressed in your usual work attire, a tight black pencil skirt and a white blouse. Paired with black heels and your trench coat. You leave for work, your stomach in churning. Your first meeting was with Jungkook, your whole day was with Jungkook.

You go straight to Jungkook’s office to start your day. You say hello to his a assistant.

“He’s in a horrible mood today.” She in forms you. Well shit…. 

You knock his office door and walk in. He’s his back turned to you, texting someone. He turns and gestures you to take a seat, you do. It’s a few minutes later when he finally speaks.

“We have a meeting with the Lee’s in thirty minutes. Be ready.” He doesn’t even look at you. He can’t seriously be mad that you went out with Hoseok. He was there ready to take you out, you couldn’t say no. You dismiss your self and get ready for the meeting.

When the meeting started, Jungkook usual sits at the top of the table, but not today. He sat beside you. Which kinda killed you, because he was so beautiful. You never realised how much you missed him. He was your everyday for years, cutting that off killed you. Right now you just wanted to hug him, hear what he has to say, cry…. It was painful to see the once bubble of happiness, was now a cold stare that wouldn’t look your way.

When it came to your last meeting of the day, Jungkook only talked to you about work that was it. He didn’t even say good bye back to you when you were leaving. Tears were beginning to sting your eyes. You fled from the building, taking a huge gasp of air when you finally got out the door. Your phone started to ring, you didn’t even lot a the caller ID. You just answered.

“Hello?” You said trying not to sound like your about to cry.

“Y/N, thank god you answered. Our baby sitter cancelled on us and we need to leave for the ball in less then 20 minutes. Could you save us and baby sit the kids?” Seokjin asked he sounded desperate. 

“Of course I will. I’ll be there 10.” You hang up the phone and get in a taxi.

When you get to the door, you didn’t even knock and the door is flying open.

“”Thank you so much Y/N, you’re a life saver.” Seokjin says, as he helps his very pregnant wife out the door.

“We called a friend to help you with the two of them, there a handful for just one person.” Moonbyul shouts from the car.

“Okay thank you, have a good time.” You wave them off and close the door. You take your heels off your shoes and walk into the kids play room. Jinyoung and Mark jump up to greet you. You often minded them for Seokjin and Moonbyul. You were playing with them on the floor when the doorbell rang. You got up with the boys, you guessed this was your helping hand. You open the door… well shit.

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” You ask opening the door wider to let him in.

“Kookie!” Both the boys shout and jump on Jungkook.

“Hey guys, It’s been a while.” He hugs both boys tight. The sight makes you think, what if it was you and Jungkook who had kids, were married, were happy… 

“Jin called me, he said you would need help with the boys.” He puts the boys down. “How about we go play.” Jungkook runs off with the boys. You decide to make them their dinner, you hadn’t eaten since lunch. So you were starving. You made do with what they had in their fridge. Whipping up a chicken stir fry.

“Boys, dinner!” You shout from the kitchen door. They come running in screaming, they take there seats. Jungkook just stands in the door way.

“I made you some too.” You say pointing to the plate on the table. You take your seat beside Jingyound and Jungkook across from you with Mark. Jinyoung was only three so you helped him eat his food. You could see Jungkook staring at you. It was intimidating.

After dinner the boys had made quite a mess eating, so you run them a bath. They played happily with there toys, splashing about, getting your blouse drenched. You and Jungkook dry the boys and put them to bed. Jungkook sings to them, your heart literally melted. You both leave them to sleep, and you go to wash the kitchen up. You don’t hear Jungkook walk in, until he’s putting his lips to your hear.

“You should probably change your shirt, I can see through it.” You whirl around. You had forgotten that you fot wet and that your blouse was white. You smack his arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You ask, covering yourself with your arms.

“I wanted to see your bra.” He smirks. “It’s very pretty on you, you look… sexy.” He bites his lip. Fuck well now your panties are soaked too.

“Pervert.” You mumble under your breathe. You go and try to find a jumper of Jins you could wear. When you got back Jungkook was sitting on the couch watching the t.v. You sit on the other end of the couch.

“Jungkook, I um.. I’m sorry about Friday.” Jungkook wenches at the thought. 

“You don’t have to be. Was he able to satisfy your desire to have me touch you.” He snaps, obviously annoyed with you.

“I didn’t have sex with Hoseok and even if I did I have no reason to be sorry. I did nothing wrong. Your the one that just dropped a bomb like that.” You snap back.

“I dropped the bomb? You the one that said you loved me since we were little first, why can’t I do the same. I did, I do!” He shouts back. Your both to heated, that you didn’t notice Jin and Moonbyul walk in.

“Is everything okay?” Seokjin says, catching your attention. You stand up and make your way to the hall.

“Yeah of course. I’ll see you guys later.” You hug them both and grab all your stuff and leave. Your walking down the street to get a taxi, when you hear your name being called. You know it’s Jungkook, you can’t let him see the tears that are beginning to fall. Crying for him like you were eight years ago. You get in the taxi leaving Jungkook on the pavement, he was so close.

Work today fro you was much like yesterday, but this time it was you who was the quite one. Jungkook was respecting you at work, leaving you be. It wasn’t till you were cleaning up after the meeting that Jungkook spoke up. It was just you and him in his office.

“Y/N, let’s talk.” He says softly. You nod your head no and start to leave with your files. Jungkook rushes over from his desk and stands in front of the door. “Please, please just talk to me. Seeing you sad is killing me.” You look up at him, you can see the regret on his face.

“I have a meeting Sir.” You walk past him, opening the door and leaving. You weren’t ready. And not at work. 

It had been such a long day, you couldn’t wait to go home, eat take out and catch up on some dramas. As you walked out it started to rain very heavy, you groaned with no taxis in sight you start to walk, getting drenched. A black lamborghini pulls up in front of you, the window goes down.

“Y/N, get in. I’ll take you home.” Jungkook says with a smile.

“No, I can walk.” You bluntly say and start to walk in the direction of your home.

“Y/N, get in the car!” Jungkook shouts following you with his car. The rain is dripping down your face, your coat has failed you it soaked through.

“No!” You shout back continuing to walk home. Jungkook pulls over. He gets out of his car and runs over to you, his hair is already dripping wet. He steps in front of you.

“Jeon Jungkook are you crazy! Your suit is ruined now!” You shout at him for being so careless about his expensive suit.

“Yes I must be crazy, because I’m so madly in love with you and I keep letting you walk away from me. But that’s it!” He takes cups your face and kisses you. It takes you a moment before you start to move your lips against his, its passionate. It’s what you’ve wanted his your were fourteen, to kiss Jeon Jungkook. You put one hand on his neck and one hand in his hair, deepening the kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground slightly. You both pull apart, resting his fore head against yours, he smiles.

“I’ve wanted to do that forever.” He kisses your nose, setting you back on the ground.

“Me too.” You giggle.

“Can I take you home.” He asks. 

“Yes.” He takes your hand and guides you to the car. Opening the car door for you, you slide in and he goes to the drivers side, talking his seat.

Jungkook doesn’t take you to your apartment, he takes you to his. As soon as he closes the door to his apartment, he’s kissing you. Taking off your wet clothes and his. He tears your coat and blouse off, still in a heated kiss. You kick off your heels, and push his suit jacket off and start to unbutton his shirt. He starts to walk you backwards to his bedroom. You finally get his shirt unbuttoned, pushing it off his broad shoulders. He pushes your skirt up your thighs, so he can lift you up. He has a firm grip on your ass, you wrap your legs around his waist.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He smiles into the kiss, you can’t help but smile back. As he walks you through his apartment to get to his bedroom, you kiss down his neck. You make sure to leave marks where people can’t see them tomorrow in work. He sets you down on the queen sized bed. You back up till your in the middle of the bed, Jungkook crawls up you, leaving kisses and marks all up your stomach and breasts. He flips you over so your on laying on your belly, he unzips your skirt and yanks it down and pulls it off you. Leaving you in your black lacy lingerie. Jungkook bends down to kiss your ass and.. did he just bite it… Yep! You moan loudly, as he continues to grope, bite, kiss and smack your ass. It was so passionate, hot and kinky. Did you say kinky, cause it was hella kinky… not that you minded tho. He unclasps your bra and turns you back around.

“God, do you even know how much I dreamed about this?” He throws your bra away. He leans down to take your breast in his mouth, tugging on the nipple and sucking, while his fingers play with the other. Your a moaning mess under him. He starts to slid down your body, kissing down till he reaches your panties. He looks up at you and smirks. He starts to pull your panties down with his teeth, maintaining eye contact with you, fuck this boy has no mercy. 

“Baby girl, you’re so wet already.” Jungkook smirks up at you from between your thighs. He kissed your thighs, then finally he kisses your pussy. He starts to lick up and down your slit, making your hips buck up into his face. But he holds your hips down with one hand. “Don’t do that baby girl.”

“Sorry daddy.” Your eyes widen by that slip of the tongue, you put your hand over your mouth.

“Did you just call me daddy?” Jungkook says, stopping his tongue.

“Mhmm…. no.” You giggle. Jungkook chuckles.

“You can’t take it back now. And anyway, I like being your daddy.” He has a cocky ass smirk on his face, you love it. He starts to eat you out again. Slipping two fingers into your core, thrusting them in and out of you. He’s sucking on your clit, while his free hand massages your breast. Your moaning his name, along with his new claimed bed name. No one has ever made you feel as good as Jungkook is right now, hes making you cum so fast, you’ll get whiplash. Once hes finished licking up your cum, he takes off his pants and boxers, sighing in relief that the tight fabric is off, letting his erection spring free. He’s bigger then you thought.

“Fuck your so sexy.” You say, pulling him flush against you, grinding your hips up into him, making him groan. You both kiss, as he starts to push in your folds. He kisses down your jaw, as he waits for you to stretch to his size. He starts to move, kissing your sweet spot on your neck. He’s not pounding into like you thought he would. It’s passionate, slow, like he’s savouring every movement, every touch.

“I love you.” He puts his fore head to yours, looking into your eyes, as he fuck you deep and slow. Each thrust is hitting your g-spot each time, making your orgasm hit you. A wave of pleasure falling over the both of you. Your walls tighten around his member, making him cum inside you, his seed filling you up. He continues to thrust into you, riding out both your highs. He collapses on top of you, both of you panting from your orgasms. Your running your fingers through his hair, as he kisses your neck.

“I love you, too.” 

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Written On This Skin - Soulmate! Luke Hemmings

A/N - Hey! This is a complete version of my series of Written on this skin, which was a 13 part series. This is 13,447 words. I’m sorry for those who don’t want to read this and have to endure endless scrolling. 



“‘History test - Tuesday, Psych hw pages 120-124’, and oh look ‘coffee with Tom 5pm.’ Its like she forgets she has a Soulmate!” Luke wines to his bandmate, Ashton. Ashton was the only one left who would listen to his nagging about a soulmate.

Once your soulmate is born, whatever you write on your skin will appear on their’s. With the annoying exception of specific locations and full names. Luke particularly didn’t like that rule, because whenever he tried to write to his soulmate he could never put his full name down.

Trying to communicate with your soulmate through writing is very common, and most of the time people find loopholes to the system, song lyrics for example. But Luke’s soulmate was not having it. She wouldn’t respond to anything he wrote. Instead just putting little notes for herself on her body. It drove Luke crazy, looking at all these little notes about her life, but not being able to be there with her.

“Ashton, I’m never going to find her,” Luke whines. Ashton shakes his head, “Maybe its not a her” He says with a smirk

Luke groans at Ashton’s antics. “Let me check…. Yeah I’m positive its a her.” Luke snaps back, causing Ashton to laugh. “I just wish i could be like… Hey its me Luke Hemmings and then like meet her at a concert or something,” Luke dreams

“You’re so lazy.” Ashton accused. “It should be more natural than that. ‘Hey Im Luke Hemmings come find me’” Ashton says, mocking the boy next to him.

“But that’s exactly what you did. You told Emily that you were the drummer in 5 seconds of summer, and you met at a concert” Luke accused back at the drummer.

“So? You can’t just take our story” Emily says coming into the room. The rest of the boys from 5sos had already found their soulmates, Luke is the last one still stuck wondering. Luke liked the rest of the girls, they were down to earth and they are all fans of 5sos previously.

“Hey, Em, How should I get my soulmates attention?” Luke asks the girl, who sat down next to Ash. It’s common to have the girls on tour with them since after a few days of not seeing your soulmate, you will get ill or be in physical pain.

Emily contemplates the question for a second before saying, “Have you tried to write her some song lyrics?”

“You mean like Michael and Jackie?” Luke asks, trying to remember their soul story.

“Damn, I forgot about that!” Emily yells, causing a scolding from Ash for swearing. “I don’t know, do what feels right”

“What feels right right now is to call her out on stage,” Luke mutters, but Ashton and Emily hear him.

“Do what?”

“Thats a bad idea” Emily and Ashton say this at the same time, causing them to look at each other and smile. Then they are back to serious-problem-solving-couple.

“Have you never read a fanfic?” Emily asks, her eyes wide.

“Not really,” Luke answers scratching the back of his neck.

“Well, I’ll tell you how this ends. Thousands of girls are going to claim to be your soulmate, and then you are going to actually think one of them is, and then one day your going to discover that they aren’t and you and your soulmate are going to be heartbroken. Trust me Luke. Let fate do its thing.” Emily explains to Luke. Luke doesn’t have a comeback this time.

He stares angrily at his skin.

Y/N stares angrily at her skin.

She wishes she was clever enough to come up with song lyrics to tell him where she was and maybe who she is. When Y/N was younger she claimed that she wanted her soulmate to come naturally. No loopholes, no nothing. So here she was stuck writing stupid notes on her hand, so he at least knows she exists. He used to write back, with clever lyrics. It killed her to not respond.

Y/N gets a text on her phone suddenly. It’s her best friend. She had been blabbering on about a concert in a couple days that she couldn’t get tickets to. You were a fan of the band but not a huge fan. She just texted you that she won some tickets. You decide to write a quick note on your arm about the concert

Luke is surprised when he sees whats written on his arm now.

“Guys look!” He yells, calling his bandmates and their girlfriends over. They all ooh and ahh at the ink on his arm.


“5sos Thurs. 5pm” was written on Luke’s arm. He couldn’t be happier. He was going to meet his soulmate in two days. His heart hasn’t stopped beating wildly for the past hour when the note showed up. Maybe this is her way of communicating? Maybe she wanted him to come… well jokes on her he’s performing.

“How am i going to find her though?” Luke asks the group… again. When the news spread among the band that she was going to be at the concert everyone was excited and jumping around. Now, an hour later, everyone has dulled a little, well except for Luke.

This will complete everything that Luke has ever wanted. Luke wanted to be in a good band with his best mates, check. Luke wants a soulmate to share his success with. He wants someone who he can bring along on tour with him and will enjoy it. Luke wants to give someone the world.

“Should I write back?” Luke asks his friends. They all perk up at the new proposition.

“Um Fuck yeah!” Yells Emily, Ashton’s soulmate.

“Don’t fucking swear” Ashton scolds, just as he did to the band in the early days.

“I don’t care… Im punk rock!” Emily yells, stealing Michaels infamous line.  She throws her hands into the air. Ashton takes the chance to squeeze her sides making her giggle like a little girl. Luke watches this all go down, excited that one day soon he will have that. He will have a girl that he can tease, and love. And she will love him back too.

“Hey thats my line!” Michael yells playfully.

Luke turns to the rest of the group, “What do you think?” Everyone nods in agreement with Emily. Luke is practically jumping in his seat now. “what should i write?”

“Something mysterious,” Says Jackie, Michael’s soulmate. She pops a can of soda open and take a huge gulp. Michael reaches to the bottom of the can and pretends to lift up. The rest of the group laughs at what could’ve happened if Michael decided to shove the can.

“How about something simple, like hey ima be there too,” Calum proposes, being sensible for once. Luke nods along to the idea.

“How about a little of both? Mysterious yet simple?” Emily proposes. She grabs Jackie’s can of soda and takes a big swig out of it, causing Jackie to yell, “hey!”  

Luke leans over and places his arm on the Desk in the Hotel room. Everybody crowds around awaiting what he is about to write.

He places the pen down on his arm and begins to write.

She places the pen down on the paper and begins to write.

Essays for this and Essays for that. There is always so much work to be done. It’s while Y/N is doing her work her arm begins to tickle. She looks down to see words appearing onto her arm after so long.

“I’ll be looking out into the crowed for you” What the hell does that mean? He’ll be looking out into the crowed? You look at the other things you’ve written on your arm as if it’ll give you an explanation. You finally spot something that may be of help. “5sos Thurs. 5pm” Was he talking about that concert?

You faintly remember that all the boys had their soulmates, but to check you look it up. Luke Hemmings. He was the only one who didn’t have a soulmate. Then you think its ridiculous and look up the opening act, Hey Violet. The two boys in the band had already found their soulmates, and you were pretty sure you weren’t into girls.

So you were left with Luke Hemmings. Lead singer. Loved by many. It was a split second decision. You know it was going against your promise, but you had to write back.

“‘Lead Singer?’ guys! she wrote back!” Luke yelled, even though his friends were only a few feet away. Everybody quickly starts to ask him what it says.

“She asked if i was the lead singer!” Luke yells, he grabs a marker and writes back.

“Yes” Was the immediate response Y/N got. Her breath hitches.

“Two days” Is what Luke got in return. He would see his soulmate in two days.


It seemed to good to be true. The radio station had given Y/N and Alyssa (your friend who won the tickets), backstage passes too. She was going to be able to see him before the show. He was going to know who Y/N was, in just a couple of hours.

This is when it begun.

First It was the curling iron. Alyssa’s hair just has to be curled, because if Michael saw her, there was no way she would have strait hair. So Y/N had to go to the store to get a curling iron, but only a specific type of curling iron. It had to be one with a ceramic iron. So Y/N got the correct curling iron after driving to about three stores to find it. Then once Alyssa’s hair is properly curled, you were off.

Second, you had started about an hour later than you planned, but you were scheduled to get there on time, well if it weren’t for the traffic. When you think of traffic you think of plenty of cars on the road, but you were moving. Even if it was just a little. This was stand-still traffic. It would take you an hour to get there without traffic, but now it had taken five.

Y/N missed the concert. She missed the concert by a long shot. I they wouldn’t even let the girls into the venue, since there was only about ten minutes left when they got there.

It killed Y/N to miss it. Not just miss the Meet & Greet, but the whole concert.

Luke had kept on putting little cute notes on his arm. They were small things like “I can’t wait to see you” or “I will always find you in a crowed” and the ever so famous words that Michael wrote on his arm, “Hey you got a bangin’ body” in which Luke wrote under “from Michael”

Luke assumed that when he got on stage, that he would get a feeling, or his eyes would meet her’s. Or any of the cliche’s that Emily, Ashton’s soulmate, was feeding him. But there was nothing. There was no feeling, no eye contact, and no explanation written on his skin.

When they all got off stage the first time, the boys all looked at Luke for an explanation. They were all prepared to stop in the middle of any song, just incase he found her. Luke never stopped though. He never stopped a song, and he never stopped looking for her.

“Did you see her?” Michael asks, bouncing on his toes.

“Nothing. I didn’t see her. I didn’t even feel like she was there!” Luke cried out. “Maybe its some joke that she’s playing on me?” Luke wonders

“Thats a sick joke, if she is” Ashton says, and the other boys agree with him.

“C’mon we gotta go back onstage,” Luke says and they all run out again.

When the boys go back to the dressing room, the girls were waiting for them. Emily, Ashton’s soulmate comes running and jumps on Luke, causing Ashton to give out a little whine, “She’s my soulmate”

“Where is she? Where?” Emily says, bouncing around, trying to get a good look over Luke’s shoulder.

“She wasn’t out there,” Luke says gruffly, causing the whole room to still. The girls were very excited to meet the last person in their own foursome. The girls Emily, Jackie (Michaels soulmate), and Alex (Calum’s soulmate), all became very close with each other on tour. Although there always felt like something was missing in the small group of girls, they always assumed that it was because Luke’s soulmate wasn’t there.

“What?” Emily says in complete surprise

“She wasn’t out there,” Luke repeats pushing past the girls and flopping down on one of the couches. He looks down at his arm again, hoping that she would give him some type of explanation to why she just ditched him.

Its about an hour or so later when they leave the stadium to go to their hotel rooms. The stadium is empty, just like Luke’s heart. They ride up in the elevator, and break apart to go to their respective hotel rooms. Once again, Luke was left with a single king bed in his room, and nobody to share it with. He sits down and contemplates what could’ve happened tonight… if only she showed up!

Michael bursts into Luke’s room. “We’re getting McDonalds, wanna come?” He asks

‘No’ was ready on the edge of Lukes lips, but he just couldn’t push it out. Instead he nods and goes with the blond boy.

“Lets go to McDonalds!” Y/N begs her friend, Alyssa.


“I’m hungry!” It was a lie. She wasn’t hungry. She just didn’t want to leave yet. Her soulmate was only going to be in this area for today and tomorrow, and she already wasted today. Y/N just wanted to stay in the area in hopes to see him. She didn’t write anything on her arm to tell him. What would she say? ‘hey sorry there was traffic?’ Pathetic. Alyssa didn’t know to boot. How were you supposed to tell your best friend, “hey the guy your crushing on? In that band? Yeah he’s my soulmate”. Yeah, that wouldn’t go over well. Alyssa would probably use it to boost her Twitter fame or message Luke.

Y/N and Alyssa were sitting in a booth near the door when Alyssa spots them.

“Omg, Oh my lord, Its them!” She stage whispers to Y/N.

“Who?” Y/N asks turning in her seat. Alyssa reaches out and snags Y/N’s arm, pulling her back down into her seat.

“Don’t look!” Alyssa says like its the most obvious thing in the world. “Its Five Seconds of Summer!” She says with a little yelp and giggle. “And their soulmates,” Alyssa adds on darkly. Alyssa would like to say that the fandom liked the soulmates, and they totally do! But everyone in the fandom can’t help but be a little salty that they weren’t 5sos’s soulmates. Luke is still up for grabs though. Nobody knows who his soulmate could be.

“I’m going to go talk to them” Y/N announces to Alyssa, about to stand up.

“What? are you crazy? You gotta play it cool!” Alyssa insist, standing up herself. Y/N lets out a little laugh at the memory of Alyssa’s last ‘playing it cool’ act.

Y/N leans back in her side of the booth. “go ahead, i’l watch from here!” Y/N says, just as Luke spots her.


Luke couldn’t breath. That was her, sitting in the booth, just across the McDonalds. He could take three steps (five for a regular sized person) and he would be in reaching distance with his soulmate. His heart couldn’t take it. He takes a step towards her.

Luke’s friends looks at him with curiosity. Wondering why he was looking at some girl in the middle of a McDonalds like she was his hope.

Then it hit Emily, Ashton’s soulmate, like a ton of bricks, “Guys! Do you think that’s her?” Emily stage whispers to the rest. Everyone gives suspicious nods.

Then Luke bumps into Alyssa.

Y/N watches Luke and Alyssa from the booth. “Excuse me,” Luke says, trying to be polite, his attention was on the girl in the booth. He tries to step around Alyssa. Alyssa moves to block his way again.

“Oh! I am just so sorry!” Alyssa says. Y/N watches as she pretends to drop something and proceeds to stick her butt in Luke’s face. Y/N silently giggles from her seat a few feet away. Alyssa was not the smoothest person… like ever. Y/N stands slightly to get a better angle

Then Y/N makes eye contact with Luke. The whole world stopped. His eyes were as blue as the liquid they use in pad commercials. His dirty blonde hair flopped down across his forehead. He licked his lips, darkening the shade slightly.

Then Luke makes eye contact with her. The whole world stopped. Her hair, her clothes, she just looks perfect. You could say she looks so perfect standing there.

Y/N watches from a distance, although every inch of her body wanted to go to her soulmate. As much as she wants to actually meet Luke, Y/N also wanted to see what Alyssa would do next. A good friend would save her form embarrassment, a best friend would watch… then help.

“Sorry!” Alyssa says again as Luke tries to move around her again and she blocks him… again. “Such a klutz!” She yells.

“Oh my lord! Move bitch!” The girl holding hands with Ashton yells. Her name is Emily if Y/N could remember it correctly. Alyssa looks taken aback and Y/N thinks this is a good time to say something.

“Hey! Don’t talk to my best friend like that!” Y/N yells back, moving out of the booth. Then she adds in a stage whisper, “bitch.” Emily gasps, tugging her hand out of Ashton’s.

“You want to go right now?” Emily yells, and Ashton places a hand on Emily’s shoulder. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was for reassurance or to hold her back, if necessary. Y/N is not one to back down from a fight, but now way was she a fighter herself. Luke looks at Y/N with wide eyes.

“You just insulted my best friend! Of course I’ll fight you!” Y/N screams. Everybody in the McDonalds is looking at them now. The employees were frozen in place, watching, but unsure of what to do. Do they call the cops? There wasn’t a fight… at least not yet.
“Stop it!” Luke abruptly yells. It causes the two girls to shut up for a moment, giving Luke their attention. Luke turns to Emily, “Please shut up, she’s my soulmate!” He says in a stage whisper, hoping to sway her. Emily grumbles a little, but keeps her mouth shut. Then Luke does something nobody was expecting. He takes the last two steps between Y/N and him and wraps Y/N in his arms.

It’s like coming home, Y/N decides. Y/N never really had a home, she moved a lot and her parents were a nightmare. Luke, he felt warm, like baking cookies in the oven or talking to a best friend. He smelled of sweat, but Y/N didn’t mind.

It took a minute, but Luke finally breaks apart from her. It felt to Y/N as if she is suddenly missing something. She is missing his warmth.

“I thought you said you were going to be at the concert,” Luke says, cupping Y/N’s face in his hands.

“There was traffic, and a curling iron mishap,” Y/N begins to explain when suddenly she heard a screech. Y/N quickly pulls away from Luke to face her best friend, Alyssa.

“YOU KNEW!” Alyssa yells so loud that the restaurant shakes a little. “How long?” Alyssa demands.

“A few days,” Y/N says shyly.

“A FEW DAYS?” Alyssa yells again, in disbelief. “You didn’t tell me for a few days? I thought we told each other everything!” Alyssa yells, broken hearted.

“How was i supposed to tell you?” Y/N says despretly, she looks around at the restaurant for an answer. Y/N notices a few phones pulled out and pointed, no doubtedly on the camera app. “Let’s not do this here, Alyssa,” Y/N begs.

“You didn’t tell me about Tom, you didn’t tell me about the trip to Paris, and now this? Are we even friends?”


“You went on that trip and didn’t tell me! You were gone for days, and you wouldn’t pick up your phone!” Alyssa yells. Y/N had really messed up this time. Y/N, over the past few years had a streak with Alyssa of not telling her what was going on in her life, breaking their first and vital rule as best friends: tell each other everything.

Tears were streaming down Y/N’s face now, Luke reaches over to wipe them away, but Y/N instinctively swats his hand away. “I said I was sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t tell you! I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Luke!”

“Sorry isn’t enough this time! I hope you have fun with your new friends.” With that Alyssa storms out.

Y/N was out of words. What just happened? One second she was defending her friend, then she met her soulmate? Then she gets into a fight with her friend? Y/N is left in the middle of McDonalds looking around for her own answer. Emily opens her mouth to speak, but Ashton quickly puts a hand over it, silencing whatever she was about to say.

Y/N turns to Luke, knowing what she had to do next. “I have to go after her,” Y/N says, as the only explanation. Then Y/N ran out into the warm summer night after her friend.

Luke was left in a McDonalds, phones pointed at him, his friends staring, and with absolutely nothing. He has nothing of her, not even a name. He didn’t have a phone number. He didn’t have a picture. The only thing he had was a memory.


Y/N runs out of the restaurant. Her head is still spinning. It seemed like everything was going okay and then it all turned on the head. She still couldn’t really grasp what happened. All Y/N knows now is that she needs to find her best friend. Y/N’s head is on a swivel, looking left and right.

Y/N lets out a small breath of relief, when she spots Alyssa’s tight ringlets. Y/N rushes over to the girl, wrapping her arms around her body.

“Alyssa…” Y/N says.

“What?” Alyssa snaps, wriggling out of Y/N’s hold and snapping around to look at her.

“I’m sorry.”

“You always say that! And I always forgive you! Y/N… this was your soulmate. All I wanted was to be excited for you and experience it with you! Instead you ignore me!” Alyssa yells, grabbing tightly onto Y/N’s arms, trying to get her point across.

“I’m sorry! I was just so worried about what you might say or do, if I told you he was Luke Hemmings.” You try to explain, “I was worried you might try something or I don’t know,”

“You do know though,” Alyssa accused correctly.

“Yeah. I was worried that you would be jealous and try to use me to get to my soulmate,” You admit, worried what she might say.

“I’m a friend first, Y/N. I’m a fangirl second,” Alyssa says. And thats all you need to embrace each other again. “I still don’t forgive you about the Paris thing though,” Alyssa says, surprising Y/N, “But I will forget,” Alyssa ends, causing both girls to laugh for a second.

They only laughed for a second, because then Alyssa’s big clunky purse was stolen. The girls glance at each other for a moment before running after the criminal. The girls were both in track, and although the guy was fast, the girls had technique to fall back onto. When reaching the guy, Y/N jumps onto his back, bringing him down, due to his unsteadiness. Alyssa reaches the thief second, she grabs her purse and proceeds to kick the man on his side. Y/N stands up herself and proceeds to do the same.

So thats how the three of them, a robber, Alyssa, and Y/N ended up in the back of a cop car. The girls were in there for Public Assault, while the robber for, well, robbing. The girls look at each other and gives out a silent giggle. This is one hell of a night.

This is one hell of a night, Luke thought. He and the rest of the band decide to get food and wait, hopefully Luke’s soulmate would come back. Luke thinks over his night. His soulmate missed his concert, but he found her in a McDonalds, picking a fight with Emily (Ashton’s soulmate). Then once Luke gets Emily to shut up, her friend… Alyssa was it? She starts yelling at his soulmate. Then Alyssa storms out, causing Y/N to leave only saying, “I have to go after her.” So yeah, it’s been one hell of a night for Luke.

It was about and hour or so later, since they finished their meal, and still no sign of Luke’s soulmate. Luke finds himself tapping to an unknown beat, and ignoring his friends conversation. All Luke can do is stare at he door, hoping that his mysterious soulmate would appear.

Its another hour later when Alex, Calum’s soulmate suggests that they go back to the hotel. “No” was Luke’s first response.

“She might go to the Hotel,” Alex tries to rationalize.

“No, I’m sure she’ll come here,” Luke demands. The rest of the group nods a little, but Alex continues to push.

“How about some of us go to the hotel, just incase?” Alex says. Luke suspects that she is just tired. Of all the girls, Luke has spend the least time with Alex. So there is not much allegiance between the two of them. A wave of anger washes over Luke, didn’t Alex realize how important this is? She had already found her soulmate, but Luke is left empty. Didn’t she remember when she first met Calum? Didn’t she remember the best day of her life? Didn’t she realize that the best day of his life was just pulled out from under Luke’s feet?

“She has a point,” Calum says after a few beats of nothing. Luke nods, understanding. If his soulmate was here he would back her up no matter what happened. “Me and Alex will go back,” Calum says, standing with Alex. They are about to walk away from the table when Luke speaks.

“Please just stay in the Lobby? Just incase?” Luke asks of his friend. Luke knows that plenty of fans know where they’re staying, and so one girl, claiming to be Luke’s soulmate would not be let through. Even if she was the real thing. Calum gives Luke a subtle nod and they leave.

Luke places his head in his hands. Its been three hours since they finished their food. He could tell that everybody just wanted to go back to the hotel. They stayed for Luke though.

“Luke,” Ashton says, breaking the silence. The noise of talking died out about a half hour ago. Now all was left was little comments. “Luke, look at my phone,” Ashton passes his phone over to his friend. Then there she was. Luke lifts the phone, gently into his hands. On the phone is a video that was posted to twitter of Luke’s soulmate shouting at Emily, Luke hugging her, and then Alyssa shouting at his soulmate. The caption on the tweet, “Luke’s soulmate?” There wasn’t a clear picture of her, her back faced towards the camera. But Luke would know her anywhere.

Luke looks up for the first time in a while. Hope is written on Ashton’s and Emily’s eyes. reassurance was in Mikey’s eyes, and Jackie (Michael’s soulmate) is sleeping on Michael’s shoulder. Although Calum and Alex wasn’t here, he knew that they would be in the lobby, waiting for her to show up. All Luke could think about is how lucky he is to have these friends. That and he understands why she had to leave.

“Um, I’m sorry but you have to leave,” An employee says, sneaking up on the group. They collectively jump. They give him a dumb look. “It’s midnight, and we need to close,” He says as an explanation.

So they all stood, Mikey woke up Jackie, and they left. All Luke could think, is why didn’t she come back?


It’s the Morning when Y/N and Alyssa are released from the Police station. They had a court date in hand, and they were free to go. Alyssa has her phone whipped out in her had as Y/N calls a taxi.

“Did you find it yet?” Y/N asks anxiously. She tries to peer over at Alyssa’s phone, but Alyssa expertly moves it away.

“I’m trying, I’m trying!” Alyssa yells as the taxi pulled up. “Got it!” Alyssa yells, stepping into the taxi. Alyssa gives and Address to the driver and they are off.

When they arrive, there is a crowed of girls bunched at the door. They scream for Calum and his soulmate Alex. Y/N and Alyssa push through the crowed, (not easily, mind you) and they reach the door where there is a body guard posted. Y/N pushes past Alyssa to talk to the guard.

He beats her to the punch though, “May I see your keycard miss?” He asks, focusing his attention to Y/N.

“I don’t have one,” Y/N says, and is about to continue when he cuts her off.

“No keycard, no entry, sorry,” He says, not sounding sorry at all.

“Please let me in, Luke’s my soulmate,” Y/N begs, knowing that this is her only way in.

“Hah,” The body guard gives out a half-laugh, “That’s what they all say!” With that he dismisses the girls.

Y/N and Alyssa take a look at each other, before starting to scream with the rest of the girls. They yelled for Calum and Alex, who was standing in the Lobby of the hotel talking, and occasionally looking out into the crowed.

Then Calum spots her. It’s the girl that Luke claims to be his soulmate. She showed up. “Oh my god!” Calum says, rushing to the door. Alex, Calum’s soulmate, looks at him in curiosity. Calum turns around, “Thats her right?” Calum asks and Alex gives him an encouraging nod.

Calum saw her, they were in. The girls stood inside of the hotel lobby, looking at Calum and Alex. “So you’re Luke’s soulmate?” Calum asks Y/N. She nods, “Cool what’s your name?”

“Y/N” She responds. After a few beats of silence, she talks again, “Where is Luke?”

Luke slept in the Lobby last night, in hopes that she would show up at the hotel. Then, in the morning when she didn’t show, he left for the McDonalds with Emily, Ashton, Jackie, and Michael. They left Calum and Alex back at the Hotel just incase she went there. The fans had all had found her twitter account, after seeing the video of her, and so the boys followed her. His soulmate wasn’t following the boy’s twitter though so they couldn’t DM her.

Luke’s leg begins to vibrate, causing Luke to whip out his phone to look at the caller ID. Once he sees the name on the screen, he quickly picks it up.

“Calum? Whats going on? Did you find her?” His questions come out all at once. Spilling from his mouth like truths. Ashton, Emily, Jackie, and Michael’s eyes were quickly on the boy. They look at him with interest, ready to hear what Calum has to say.

“Um, It’s not Calum,” Says a female voice over the phone. Her voice sounds angelic. Like an orchestra playing. Luke knows immediately who it is, sitting up straighter, he prepares himself for the conversation at hand.

“Yeah?” Luke asks to fill the silence.

“Yeah, It’s Y/N,” She says. Luke silently mouthes the name, testing it on his lips. “um your soulmate?” She adds on, to jog his memory.

“I’ll be at the Hotel in five minutes,” Luke says standing up, causing the rest of the group to stand also.

“Okay,” She says and Luke hangs up the phone. He could talk to her all day, but he’d rather talk to her in person. Luke bursts through the McDonalds door and start running. The rest of his friends start sprinting behind him, calling his name occasionally. All Luke could think about is getting to the Hotel. When outside the Hotel, Luke and the rest are bombarded. Luke continues to push his way through the crowed, forgetting manners. When Luke reaches the door, the body guard immediately recognizes him and opens the door. Luke mumbles out a quick thanks, but then he sees her.

“Oh my god,” Luke whispers running to Y/N and wrapping her in a hug. He pulls her head to his chest and cradles her there. He can’t believe he found her; his soulmate. She breaths out, and takes a deep breath of his scent. He smelt like McDonalds and sweat, but she knew that she would grow to love it. It’s a minute or so before Y/N speaks.

“Luke-“ She begins to say, trying to pull away.

“Let’s talk upstairs?” Luke quickly asks. Y/N nods along to his idea, and the nine of them travel to the Elevator and to Luke’s room.

Luke, and Y/N sit on the bed, next to each other and Luke catches Y/N’s hand in his own; causing red to spread across Y/N’s cheeks. Alyssa stays standing next to Y/N. Michael sits on a chair next to the bed and Jackie sits on his lap. Emily and Alex sit on the bed next to Luke.

“So who the hell are you?” Emily asks, nodding her head to Alyssa. Y/N is prepared to jump up and defend her best friend, but with a sharp tug on her arm by Luke she says sitting.

“She’s my best friend, I thought I made that clear,” Y/N growls. Her guard is up, and she is ready to jump up incase of another attack on her friend.

“Y/N calm down,” Alyssa says, her stance also defensive.

“She shouldn’t talk to you, or anyone that way!” Y/N says. Emily herself looks like she is ready to fight.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Emily yells, defending herself.

Alyssa and Y/N ignore her this time. Their eyes meet and they both silently agree that she isn’t worth their time. “Luke what are we going to do?” Y/N ask her soulmate.

“What do you mean?” Luke asks genuinely curious.

“I mean, what are we going to do about being apart? If we’re apart for too long we’ll get sick” Y/N says

“Simple, you come on tour with us,” Luke easily proposes. He doesn’t see why this is so much of an issue. The other girls did it.

“I can’t come on tour with you,” Y/N says, and the whole room freezes.


There is a collective breath in the room before it starts.



“What do you mean can’t come on tour?”

The boys and their girl’s shouted these things at Y/N making her want to curl up in a ball and leave. It was true though, she couldn’t go on tour. She is in the middle of Finals Week in her last year of College. There is no way she’s giving up her dream for her Soulmate. Y/N has always wanted more. Everybody else seems content just having a soulmate, but Y/N wants a life. A life outside of her relationship.

“I mean, I can’t come on tour. At least not for a few days. Its finals week,” Y/N says, looking directly at Luke.

The shouting starts. They boys yell to screw school and that her soulmate is more important than an education. Their girls start off at the boys side, but slowly start to side with Y/N and Alyssa. The girls draw upon their own lives and what they gave up to be with the boys.

“I was going to be a doctor!”

“So your job is more ‘important’ than my dream job?”

“I may not have had a plan, but I didn’t need you,”

These are all quotes from the girls yelling at the boys. The boys, excluding Luke, yell back their own small comments, but what could they say? The girls did give up their lives to be on tour with the boys. Sure they seems to enjoy it, but they always had other dreams outside of the boys and their dreams.

“What should we do?” Luke whispers to Y/N. The yelling of the girls and boys continue in the background, but neither Y/N nor Luke is worried about them. They’re soulmates, they’ll work it out. They have to. It’s written into their genes.

“I have to finish Finals. I’ll come to wherever you are in like four days?” Y/N asks. She had been thinking about this for hours now. She couldn’t ask Luke to leave the band for her, so he can’t ask her to leave her life to go to him.

“Okay,” Luke says agreeing to her plan. It’s not that Luke didn’t think that Y/N would have her own life before him, he just thought that he life wouldn’t be so much of a problem. He just thought that she would want to be with him, her soulmate, more than she would want to be…well whatever her profession was. Was being her soulmate not enough for her? Was being Luke Hemmings not enough? He is successful, and he’s always told how handsome he is. What else could he do?

“Do you have a phone charger?” Y/N asks. Her phone died sometime during the police investigation, and she needed to check some things for a school project.

“Sure” Luke says, taking her phone and plugging it into his charger. The couples were still fighting about god-knows-what. They had moved off the topic of what they had to give up to be with the boys and were spread out into their own arguments now.

“Yo!” Alyssa suddenly yells, shutting everybody up.

“What?” Jackie says annoyed. Her finger is poised into Michaels chest. Michael looks more frightened than he ever has before.

“Nothing, this is just getting stupid. And we have the computer final in three hours,” Alyssa says looking at Y/N, “So what are the two of you going to do?” She says bluntly.

“I’ll catch up to the tour in four days; after finals,” Y/N says. All the girls give approving nods. While the boys look a little bug eyed.

“What if Luke gets sick,”

“We can’t lose out lead singer,”

“Just come with us”

Emily grabs Ashton’s collar and tugs him down to her height. “You are Lucky she is willing to come on this stupid tour,” Emily looks at the rest of the guys now, “So shut up,” She says darkly.

Y/N and Alyssa make eye contact after Emily says her thing; they both whisper a quick “Damn.” Michael, still looks frightened, while Calum stage whispers, “Whipped.” Luke just stays seated on the bed looking at Y/N like its the last time he’s going to see her. Y/N stands, preparing herself for what she is about to say.

“Alyssa is right, I need to go,” Y/N says, then she leans down and kisses Luke on the cheek, leaving the whole room surprised. She grabs her phone off the charger, a glowing 5% lit up in the top corner. It will have to do. Y/N and Alyssa are halfway out the door when Luke yells.

“Wait!” He yells, Y/n and Alyssa turn around, expecting the worse. Luke just takes Y/N’s phone out of her hand and inserts his name and number into it. “Okay baby,” He says, then leaning down to peck Y/N on her cheek. The girls ‘aww” in the background, followed by groans from the boys.

“I’ll see you in four days,”

“Four days,”

Then she left, again.


“All will come to a happy end” Y/N whispers to herself. She was on her way to Holmdel New Jersey. Thats where the boys were today, along with their soulmates. She just finished her last semester at college. Her final grades will be in soon. Y/N is secretly happy that she chose a career that she can do on the road with Luke.

What Y/N was not happy about was the twitter notifications. It had been after her Computer final. She doesn’t have notifications on regularly, but if she had they would’ve been bombarded. When Y/N saw the little red bubble in the corner of her app with over one hundred notifications on it she was shocked, and a little scared. Y/N is always happy with being unknown. She loved being anonymous, having nobody know her, having nobody pry into her private life. Y/N would have to admit that she would miss it. It’s inevitable now that she’s the Luke Hemming’s soulmate that people would be curious.

Y/N understood their curiosity to some extent. She understood that they loved Luke and wanted to make sure she was treating him well. She sometimes looked up celebrities and did the same thing. Did they really need to know her middle name though? Or the town she grew up in? It was ridiculous. Why do they have to care about her? She is just supposed to be a nobody, but here she was, soulmates to Luke Fucking Hemmings.

Y/N arrives at the Hotel and parks her car in the lot. Outside the doors there was bunches of fans. Y/n expected to just walk through, unstopped, because she is a nobody right? Wrong. When the fans get a first glimpse of her, her name “Y/N” and “Luke’s soulmate” ran through he crowed of girls. They don’t move from the door though, not wanting to give up their spots. When she gets in reaching distance there is asks for her picture and autograph, which amazes her. Why do they care?

Y/N takes a few awkward pictures, and signs a few random strips of paper and walks inside. She never thought she would have to do that. She never wanted to do that. She only did it because she had waited outside of hotels before, trying to get a glimpses of her favorite bands. She knows what its like to be ignored before.

Luke and her have been texting and they were staying in the same hotel room on the fourth floor. He was in soundcheck right now, so she would have to get the keycard from one of the girls that was left behind. Y/N tugs on her suitcase to bring it into the hotel elevator next to her and presses the button labeled “4.”

Thats when the dreaded thinking starts. She feels so torn right now. There is Luke, but there is also her career. She left Alyssa for Luke, but if she could choose who would she choose? Probably Alyssa. Y/N doesn’t know Luke that well. She knows that one day she will love Luke, but right now, she feels more loyal to Alyssa. Does that make her a bitch? Probably. Y/N wants a career outside of Luke. She needs to feel productive, not just a trophy wife. or girlfriend. or whatever they are. She settles it in her mind, she may have had to leave Alyssa, but she won’t leave her career. As soon as she settles on this the door to the elevator opens.

She makes her way down to room number 127, which is supposedly Ashton and Emily’s room. The door swings open to reveal a Jackie, and behind her Emily and Alex.

“Hey,” Y/N says suddenly nervous. They all look skeptical of her, but Y/N couldn’t blame them. Every time they have seen each other, there has been yelling. “Luke said to get the keycard from one of you?” Y/N asks nervously, her bag next to her.

Jackie motions her to come inside the room. Y/N steps into the room and Emily stands and gets a card off the dresser. Emily holds out the card and Y/N reaches for the card, but Alex beats to it, snatching it out of Emily’s hand.

“So tell us about yourself?” Alex says waving the card around. Y/N takes a deep breath.

“Um, well…” Y/N trails off, “What do you want to know?” She asks finding her words.

“Do you stan the band?” Jackie suddenly asks.

“Do I what?”

“Do you stan the band? Do you like 5sos?” Jackie asks again in a ‘duh’ tone.

“Sure?” Y/N says it as a question. The other girls look at her skeptically. “I mean, I’m not a huge fan, but I never hated their music…” Y/N trials off again, hoping she didn’t just make it worse.

“Omg same,”Alex suddenly breaths out, causing a quick “what?” from the other girls. “I was never a big fan until i was one of their soulmates! And then once I said I was a fan everybody assumed i was some big fangirl, which I’m not.” Alex says quickly, to the surprise of the other girls. “I love them now, obviously,” She says in a ‘duh’ tone.

“I was always a big fan,” Emily says, having Jackie agree with her. “Tell me you at least know who ketchup is?” Emily says with begging eyes.

“Who?” Y/N and Alex reply. Emily and Jackie groan at their obliviousness. “Do you remember that Hannah Montana episode where they rubbed their hands in ketchup?” Y/N says after a few beats of silence. The other girls laugh, remembering the episode.

“I remember trying that!” Jackie yells, causing the other girls to laugh at her stupidness. “Hey! I was like seven, don’t laugh!” Jackie says, trying to defend herself.

“I remember when I was seven, I broke my arm playing golf,” Alex pauses, causing the other girls to scream “how the hell did you break your arm playing golf?” Alex just shrugs her shoulders and continues with the story, “After the hospital, i put ketchup all over the cast because my brother said it would make my arm feel better,” Alex finishes the story, looking at the gasps of horror on the other girl’s faces.

“I remember when my brother was like ten and i was seven, My brother and his friend were play sword fight in the driveway, but there were no more plastic swords and i wanted to play, so i took a golf club and clubbed my brother in the head!” Y/N says, the girls look at her in horror until Y/N adds that everyone was fine. All the girls break down laughing then.

They all sit there for a while, forgetting about Luke’s room, talking about stupid things they did when they were younger. Then Alex checks the time.

“We should probably go to diner now if we want to make the concert,” Alex says.

“Yeah, let me put my suitcase in my room?” Y/N asks. As they are walking to her room, Y/N asks another question, “Do you guys always go to the concerts?”

“Not really anymore.” Emily replies, “We’re going tonight since it’s your first night and all,” She explains. Then Y/N remembers something.

“I’m sorry by the way, for yelling at you?” Y/N apologizes. Emily nods along to what Y/N says and accepts the apology saying, “that you were just trying to protect your friend.”

Y/N slips her keycard into the door 128 and it opens. She walks inside, flipping on the light. Y/N gasps under her breath, and swears a little. There is only one bed in the room. She is sleeping with Luke tonight.


Luke bites his lip, and tries to relax. It seems impossible. His muscles are tightening, causing his strumming to be irregular and awkward. He could tell by the looks of Calum and the other band members that, he wasn’t doing so hot. They were at soundcheck right now. Luke is so nervous for Y/N to see him that its affecting his playing. He is forgetting lyrics and strumming the wrong chords.

“Luke what’s going on?” Calum asks him, as they leave the stage.

“I don’t know, I’m just nervous,” Luke says, trying to rationalize his feelings. It was the first time Y/N would see the band play, after all. The boys were supposed to meet the girls for diner in about a half hour, so they all go quickly change into something less sweaty and are on their way.

When they arrive, Jackie, Alex, Emily and Y/N were already sitting at the table, the four seats across from them open. Luke hangs back a little. The other boys give their respective soulmates a kiss and sit across. Luke just looks at the back of her head, imagining the last image of her face he can remember. The blush from his kiss, the sweat from the night gleaming on her forehead, and the worry in her eyes. Now he is ready for a new image of her.

She looks beautiful, is all he can think as he catches the first glimpses of her. Her hair is long, but not too long, basically glowing in the light. Her eyes glimmer with hope? maybe a little anxiety? She seems relaxed with the girls, but once the group of guys came, she seemed to freeze a little.

Luke walks over to her seat and offers her his hand. She is already staring at him, quickly looking between him and his hand. Then she takes it. Luke pulls her up into his body, hugging her tightly. Luke, looking at the rest of the group sees some approving nods from the boys and warm smiles from the girls, then he closes his eyes because all he wanted to do was memorize Y/N.

Y/N leans into him, unsure if She is ready for this or not.

The concert is loud. The only thought that can run through Y/N’s head is the direction you are going in. Fans are crowded in the pit, were she is to be standing during the concert. A few girls come up to the rest of the soulmates, looking for a autograph or maybe a pass backstage (The girls have been known to give a few out). Jackie, Emily, Alex, and Y/N stand on Calum’s side of the stage, to Calum’s enjoyment. Y/N spots Michael give a jealous look during the concert also.

Luke couldn’t keep his eyes off of Y/N. She notices how he would continue to steal glances at her during the concert. There is something surreal, knowing that somebody will love you. It leaves Y/N gasping every time. She never thought about having a soulmate until now. Now she knows whats it’s like, could she ever leave? It was not secret, at least to herself, that she didn’t want to be famous. She didn’t want to have to sneak around. She didn’t want to be the person that gave out backstage passes. Y/N is secure in her anonymity.

Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off of Luke. She watched him jump around and have the time of his life on stage. Could she give him that happiness? If she couldn’t could she leave him? She shakes her head, this is crazy talk. They’re soulmates. Soulmates are made for each other. They can’t leave. If they leave they will start to get sick after a few days, and if it last a few weeks, they’ll die. All of this goes into effect after they meet of course. Y/N doesn’t know what to do. The answer seems so obvious, to give in and be with Luke, become famous, and tour the world. But also there is parts of her which is refusing. She doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want to be famous. She never cared to tour the whole world. But she does want Luke.

When they get back to the hotel rooms, Y/N excuses herself from the rest of the girls. They were all pretty tired, so they skipped seeing the boys after the show tonight, in favor of seeing them later on. Y/N goes to the bed in Luke and her’s hotel room, and sits on the bed. She bury’s her head into her hands. It hurt to think of leaving. But could she stay? And give up everything? Once your Famous, it’s not like you can go back.

This is how Luke found her. He heard her sobs from the outside of the door. It was like his heart was breaking with each of her sobs. He stands in the doorway of the room, scared to help, but more scared to leave. She is mumbling about being unsure. Her head lifts from her hands and makes eye contact with Luke, which she quickly breaks. Luke thinks his breathing stopped when she looked away. Luke takes a careful step foreword, closing the door. Nobody needs to see this. Y/N is looking frantically around the room, trying to associate herself with her surroundings. Her breath is picking up, to the point where she seems to be choking on nothing. Luke stands frozen in the door as he watches her fall apart.

“I can’t do this!” Her strangled cry runs out. Luke rushes to her.

“What can’t you do?” He places an arm around her. He tries to bring her to his body, but she lashes out.

She doesn’t know who is sitting next to her. Y/N feels the connection, but when it tries to restrain her she lashes out. She doesn’t want to be controlled. She had been controlled her whole life. Now she wanted the freedom to be herself, not just somebody’s soulmate. Words like this and worse run through her head. She remembers how she was called fat as a kid, she remembers being bullied on the playground, she remembers the first time a boy looked at her as more than just a fat kid. It had been after she lost all the weight. It was the same boy that bullied her. She remembers how she bought into his lies. She remembers throwing up. She remembers everything. She doesn’t want to be that little kid anymore, who was controlled by her bullies. She wants to walk the streets without judgement and without being acknowledged. She doesn’t want to be Luke’s soulmate. Why did it have to be her?

“I can’t do this!” She cries out again, grabbing his shirt, fisting it into her hands. She can’t handle the judging. She can’t handle it! “Why,” She cries out.

“Why what?” A warm voice says.

“Why do I have to be his soulmate?” She chokes out.


“Why do I have to be his soulmate?” She chokes out.

“You have to be his soulmate, because thats your destiny,” Luke says quietly, wrapping his arms around her. His mind begins to race with questions about not being good enough, but he pushes them back. Right now his soulmate needs him. “Its like how the world turns, and how the bird fly south in the winter, its their destiny. I bet if you gave him a chance, it wouldn’t be so bad,” Luke says softly. Y/N’s hands tighten in his shirt.

“I don’t want to be famous,” She cries out. She tugs on Luke’s shirt more, he is sure it will rip soon.

“It’s okay baby,” The words slip from Luke’s mouth easily. He says it as a whisper, only meant for her. He presses his lips to her forehead.

She looks up, her eyes glassy. He watches her eyes as they change in recognition. She scrambles back to the end of the bed. “I’m sorry,” She whispers, swiping a stray tear from her cheek.

“No, it’s okay,” Luke whispers, edging closer to her. “It’s my dream to be famous, not yours,” He whispers, edging closer again. She watches the inches between them disappear. Luke sees her muscles tighten, ready to flee if necessary. The thoughts of not being enough are back and flooding his mind. Luke struggles to stay focused on her, like he should be. “Y/N,” He whispers, and every single one of her muscles tighten again, preparing herself like a cat ready to spring.

“It’s not okay…Luke,” She says recognizing who it is in the room with her. It would never be okay with her. “How am I supposed to do this?” She asks, the tears welling up in her eyes again.

“No, no, you don’t have to do anything. We are doing this together.” Luke says, taking her hands. He wraps them in his own and gives a small squeeze. Her body relaxes back into the bed. She nods like a small child, willing to believe anything their parents say. “Look, look at what is written on this skin,” Luke pulls his shirt sleeve up to show faded sharpie marks of their short conversations.  He had been washing around his arm for the past week, trying to preserve the little conversation they had. Luke had dozens of photos on his phone of the text in its prime. “It’s you and me, baby. Forever.”

“What if I can’t do this? I can’t handle the pressure,” She cries out, trying to convey how broken she is. She is trying to tell him how she can’t do it.

“It’s okay, It’s okay, we’ll start slow okay?” Luke rushes to say, trying to quiet her down again. Trying to stop her tears. “We can’t be apart. So your just gonna come on tour with us okay? We don’t have to tell anyone who you are, we don’t have to tell anyone, okay? All you need to do is be on the tour bus with us,” Luke says gently, trying to get her to agree. She nods numbly. Y/N is still shaking a little.

“Do you want to go to the tour bus now?” Luke asks. Y/N gives a nod. “Okay,” Luke stands, and pulls Y/N up with him. Y/N quickly looks around for her bag, but Luke grabs her face and focuses her attention back to him. “I’ll get our bags later, okay?” Y/N gives an approving nod and they move out of the room, one hand on Y/N’s back.

The two of them pass Ashton in the hall. Once he see’s Y/N’s red eyes and tear strewn face he opens his mouth to say something, but Luke quickly gives him a look. Ashton ducks his head and moves to his room to pack.

When Ashton gets to his room he grabs Emily by her arm and spins her around to face him. “Wha- Hey Ashy!” She says with a big smile. She quickly spots his serious mood and her smile fades. “What’s wrong?” She asks, her body at attention. Emily is a helper, that is who she is. She lives to make people smile and happy, much like Ashton. Ashton tells he what he saw in the hall.

Emily quickly starts going down the stairs to try and catch Luke and Y/N to try and help when she bumps into Mikey right outside of her door.

“Hey, Em, What do you think of Blue? Because Jackie says- Hey! why ya in such a rush?” Michael asks Emily. Emily looks up, panic in her eyes. Michael quickly jumps into action. “Are you okay? Emily? Do I need to get Ash?” He asks quickly. Emily rarely panics, so to see her in such a jumpy state was rare. Emily is more of a calm helper.

“No, it’s Y/N, Ashton saw Luke taking her out to the bus-“


“Let me finish Mikey! She was crying, I want to go see if I can help,” Emily moves to walk around Michael, but he quickly grabs her arm and pulls her back.

“No, I’m sure Luke’s got it,” Michael says, but he wasn’t so sure. His and Luke’s rooms are next to each other, and he thinks that he heard some crying in there. Maybe even a panic attack, Michael thinks, remembering the heavy breathing and the yelling. Michael pushes Emily back into the open door to her room, “Just stay here, Luke’s got it,” Michael promises, leaving her there.

Michael walks back to his room. He knows what panic attacks are like, and Emily doesn’t, he would be much better helper. Michael just wants to check on Jackie first. He opens the door to the room to see Jackie with her checklist, making sure that everything was packed. Jackie may be punk rock, but she is secretly like Monica from Friends. Always has a list in her hand. “I’m going to head down to the bus,” Michael announces to Jackie.

“What? I thought we were gonna ‘do it’ one more time!” Jackie says, protesting.

Michael shakes his head. “I would love to, but I think Y/N needs me,” Michael tries to explain.

“Why would Y/N need you?” Jackie says, getting immediately defensive.

“Not like that baby, I think she had a panic attack,” Michael says, grabbing Jackie’s hips and pulling them into his.

“Is she with Luke?” Jackie asks, knowing that only a soulmate could calm down Y/N. Jackie had been there for a few of Michaels most recent panic attacks, and it seems like Jackie always knew the best thing to say to help him calm down. It’s odd that anybody can calm Michael down too, considering he likes to be alone when he’s having a panic attack. “Then everything is okay, okay babe?” Jackie says. She pulls away from Michael and sits him down on the bed. “Finish packing,” Jackie demands, handing him a list.

Jackie walks out of the room feeling more nervous then ever. Even though she has only known Y/N for a night, she just fits in so well with the girls…. Jackie walks over to Alex, and Calum’s room for reassurance from Alex. Jackie knows if she tells Michael just how nervous she is about Y/N he would storm down to the bus to try and help, which could just make things worse. Also, sometimes people just need their best friend.

“Hey,” Alex says opening the door.

“Y/N had a panic attack!” The words rush out of Jackie’s mouth. She is the worst at keeping secrets.

“What? Is she okay?” Alex says quickly, moving out of the room and into the hall. Y/N had told the girls that she will sometimes get bad panic attacks when she is really stressed out, and they are like hell for her. She also mentioned that she is scared to be soulmates with Luke, something that all the girls kinda just breezed over.

“I don’t know Luke took her down to the bus,” Jackie says, and Calum walks up behind them.

“What happened?” He says, oblivious to what was going on.

“Y/N had a panic attack,” Alex says, filling in her soulmate.

“Does Luke know?” Calum says. The girls give him a ‘duh’ look and Calum puts his hands up in surrender. “She is probably fine then. Luke’s got this,” Calum says, trying to reason.

Suddenly, two more doors open on the floor at the same time. Michael stood in one door and Emily stood in another with Ashton behind her. Everyone froze in the hall, they all know what’s going on and want to help, but all frozen, knowing that Luke is the only one who can truly help. Like a movie, they all walk to meet in the center of the hall.

“I have to go down there and help,” Michael says, about to turn away when Jackie, his soulmate, grabs his arm.

“No, we can’t” Jackie says. “Luke is her best bet,” She says.

“I think we should go down there!” Emily says to the circle. He motherly instinct kicking in.

“Luke can handle it,” Calum says, his usually quiet voice rising over the rest. “Jackie knows it, and we all know it. You all will just overwhelm her,” Calum says from experience. The boys had helped Micheal out with his panic attacks before, and he would hate it when the three of them would crowed around him asking questions. They did it to try and help him, but it didn’t do so well with working.

The elevator chimes abruptly and the group looks over to see Luke walking out of the elevator. Everyone quickly jumps on him, not literally.


“Is Y/N okay?”

“Can we go see her?”

Their questions are sprung onto Luke, and he feels like he is at a press conference suddenly. He looks around the group, and with their frantic eyes, he figures that they all knew what happened. Luke takes a deep breath and begins to speak.


“She’s okay,” The group lets out a collective sigh. The worry seeping out of all of them, that some didn’t even realize that they had.

“Can we go see her?” Michael asks, ready to jump around Luke to help someone who has gone through the same as him.

“I don’t know,” Luke breaths out. He is unsure about what to do next, he is unsure if he should be doing anything. He would never be enough for her, so why try? Luke will never be enough for the girl who is destined to share a bed with him. And he knew it. He knew it when she said she didn’t want to be famous. He knew it when she didn’t want to be his soulmate. He knew it when she was crying hysterically about wanting more for herself. Luke will never be enough.

As if sensing his friend’s sadness, Micheal wraps Luke into a hug, followed by the rest of the group. They look at Luke in worry, they know he’s been going through a lot with Y/N right now, but none of them had stopped to think about how that would really be effecting him.

Ashton pulls away first and begins to take charge. “Okay, Mikey and Emily, go down and make sure Y/N is okay. The rest of us will stay up here, with Luke, finish packing, and be down in a half hour with everything,” Ashton says. He sends Michael down with Emily to see if Y/N is okay, because he knows the two of them are probably he most nurturing, well Emily is. Michael just understands what she is going through.

Ashton leads Luke to his room, where Luke begins to grab his things and put it back in his suitcase. “What’s wrong Luke?” Ashton asks, and Luke slams his suitcase onto the bed, which only caused it to bounce a little.

“Nothing,” Luke grits out. Luke is not an angry person, so what’s left of the group flinches back a little.

“Can we have some space?” Ashton asks the rest of the group. Jackie and Alex nod and turn to leave, but Calum stays put. Alex looks over her shoulder and motions for Calum to follow, but with a shake of his head, Calum stays put. Ashton looks over his shoulder to see Calum and Calum just gives a small shrug.

“What’s got you upset, mate?” Ashton asks, accepting the fact that Calum is here to stay.

“I don’t think she wants me.”

“What do you mean she doesn’t want you? You’re her soulmate?” Ashton exclaims, and Calum gives a subtle nod.

“I mean, she wants to do something more with her life! Something I can’t give her! She says she doesn’t want to be famous!” Luke exclaims, violently throwing clothes into his suitcase.

“She can be something while being with you,” Ashton tries to reason.

“Look, I don’t think she knew it was me in the room when she said this, but she said, ‘Why do i have to be his soulmate?’ If that isn’t enough to say that she doesn’t want me, I don’t know what is.” Luke says, throwing his suitcase shut.

“Mate…” Ashton begins to say, but Luke’s choking sobs cut him off.

“I just want to be enough for someone,” Luke says, sitting down on the bed. Silent tears roll down his face, as the horrible thoughts flood into his brain. Luke bows his head, as he thinks of what could’ve been. If he just had a different soulmate. If only he had someone who would thing he’s enough. He’s nice. He’s been told all his life how handsome he is. He brings home enough money to support them. Why does she want to have more? What could she want that he can’t give her.

“Luke…” Ashton starts again, but he is out of words.

“Luke, its not that you aren’t enough,” Calum says, kneeling down next to Luke. “There are just some things that you can’t give people. From what I hear from Alex, Y/N is not someone to sit back and relax. She is always doing something. It’s not that you are not enough, it’s that she wants something more outside of Love.” Luke nods numbly along to what Calum says. “She needs you, just as much as you want her. You can’t give up on these kinds of things,” Luke throws himself off the bed and onto Calum, wrapping him into a hug. “Let’s all finish packing and go down, yeah?” Calum asks after a few moments. Luke peels himself off of Calum and turns to finish packing.

When the whole group is ready, they proceed to the bus.

When Luke is outside the bus, a few steps away from the door, he feels something heavy jump onto him. He stumbles back a few steps, and drops both suitcases in an effort to catch the girl.

“I’m so sorry,” His soulmate whispers in his ear.

“I’m so sorry,” His soulmate whispers in his ear.

“For what baby girl,” Luke whispers back.

“For saying I didn’t want you. I want you. Damn do I want you,” Y/N whispers in his ear, biting it playfully.  Luke smiles, holding his baby close. He tucks her under his chin.

“I want you too,” Luke says, “But I think we need to talk,”

“Yeah, okay,” Y/N agrees. The two of them commandeer the back room of the bus, closing the sliding door. The other’s had little argument, because after all that had happened today, they all knew that the pair of them needed alone time.

They sit in the back of the bus, on the circular couch, across from each other. Luke’s legs are so long that they tangle in Y/N’s. She discreetly leans her own legs against Luke’s. They sit there for a few moments, looking at each other. Luke looks up at her through his eyelashes, flashing his baby-blues, and says, “Baby, won’t you come over here?” He asks, his hands wringing.

Y/N swiftly moves to sit next to him and Luke cheekily does a yawn-and-stretch, wrapping his arm around Y/N. He pulls her into his chest, and she leans her head onto his chest.

“What are we going to do?” Luke asks, nervous for her reply.

“I-I can’t, I want to have a job, Luke,” Luke opens his mouth to say something, but Y/N quickly catches on and playfully covers it. Luke scrunches his eyebrows a little and looks down to her. “I’m going to freelance coding” Y/N tells Luke. She glances up at him through her eyelashes, ready for his argument.

“Okay, that sounds good baby,” Luke says. Y/N lets out a sigh that she didn’t know she was holding.

They sit there for a few beats, breathing in each other. They are both memorizing each other, unknowingly to the other. They both sit there, listening to the other’s breaths. They both sit there, hearing the other’s heartbeat. They both sit there trying to remember that the other is alive. That they are together. That they wouldn’t let go of each other.

Y/N lets out a heavy breath, bringing Luke’s attention to her. She starts to wiggle out of his hold, and announces that she has to pee, making Luke give a little chuckle. She opens the sliding door and moves out of the room.

Luke still doesn’t know much about his Soulmate, but he knows that he will have his whole life to learn about her. He does know the way her hair shines in the sun though. He knows that nobody’s eyes can sparkle like her’s. He knows he will never go looking at another girl again. Why would he when he has Y/N?

A bubbling Michael burst through the door, “Its me the love of you life!” He proclaims.

“Please, I can wear heels bigger than your dick,” Luke says, quickly responding without thinking. Michael lets out a big, stomach rumbling laugh.

“Please,” Micheal begs, his laughter continuing on. Luke gives a fake chuckle, before Emily pushes pas Mikey.

“What’s so funny,” Emily asks.

“Baby, come back, i wanna cuddle,” Ashton whines, following his soulmate to the back room. He grabs her hand and drags her to the couch across from Luke and pulls Emily to sit on Ashton’s lap facing him. For once in his life, Luke isn’t jealous of the pair. He has his own little sunshine.

“What’s going on?” Y/N asks, pushing past Michael, who is still standing in the doorway. Y/N moves to sit next to Luke again, but Luke wasn’t having it. He’s only been able to touch her for the past few hours, so he will be damned if she only sat next to him. Luke pulls his baby girl onto his lap, his chin resting on her shoulder. “Nice butt Emily” Y/N comments playfully, facing the pair, and Emily throws her hands to protect her already covered behind. Ashton’s hands quickly cover her’s and soon he is the one holding Emily’s bum. Y/N watches as Ashton pulls Emily in for a kiss and Luke squeaks, covering Y/N’s eyes.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” Michael says from the doorway. They all hear a distant yes from the front of the bus. Jackie walks past Michael and motions for him to follow her. Calum and Alex show up in the doorway holding hands.

“I heard we were watching a movie?” Calum asks dragging Alex to the couch. Everybody moved to make room, but every one was still squished.

“What movie?” Emily asks, attempting to turn around so she can see the tv, but Ashton tightened his grip on her, not wanting her to move.

“Deadpool, duh,” Michael says, getting up and popping the DVD into the player. He sits back down, causing a groan from Jackie and Calum, whom he was sitting in-between.

Was this what family is like? Y/N has to wonder as the movie begins. Putting up with each other’s bullshit? Is this what family was like, watching the tv together. YN had always found family with her friend Alyssa, but she had never had people other than Alyssa care when she had a panic attack. Emily and Michael really helped Y/N. They understood what she is going through. Talking to Emily is like talking to a long-lost friend. They just clicked so well, just like Y/N and Alyssa did. It’s amazing. The group dynamic is just so nurturing for creativity, and they genuinely care. Even though Y/N is the latest addition, they all were so worried about her.

It’s a few days later. Y/N and Luke is just getting to know each other. Trying to figure out their patterns, and to try and remember their habits. They are both trying to memorize the other. They are back in New York City after Toronto, and Y/N is excited because she asked Alyssa to drive down to meet her. She drags Luke through the city which she visited every few weeks as a kid. Y/N’s parents were obsessed with the city, but didn’t want their children to grow up in it.

“Hey!” Alyssa shouts, wrapping Y/N into a hug. Luke is standing behind Y/N in aviator and a hat. He looks around a little worried that fans would pop out and drag him away. Luke loves his fans, but right now his whole mind is focused on Y/N and meeting Alyssa formally.

The two girls walk into the restaurant chatting, and Luke follows. Y/N had told Luke that Alyssa is like her sister, and that she didn’t care if they were soulmates, Alyssa’s opinion could break them up. Luke wasn’t that worried though, wasn’t Alyssa a fan?

Sure, Y/N told Luke that Alyssa could break them up, but it wasn’t exactly true. Nothing could break up soulmates, and Alyssa would be stupid to try and break them up. She told Luke that to get him nervous. She wanted Luke to really try to like Alyssa, Y/N is worried that Luke would only look at her like a fan, not a friend.

“So Luke…” Alyssa starts, drawing out her words. Y/N is quick to hide her face, knowing what question is coming next.

“Have you and Y/N done the dirty yet?” Alyssa asks, and Luke chokes a little on his coffee.

“Um, no? I’m not a rabbit,” Luke says, trying to add some humor to the conversation. When he gets no reaction he goes on, “But if Y/N wanted to, I would. I don’t want to pressure her,” Luke says.

“Okay, so have you gone on any dates?” Alyssa asks, and Y/N quickly picks up her head.

“Give it to me,” Y/N demands.

“Give what to you?” Alyssa says playing innocent.

“The tape recorder,” Y/N says. Luke looks between the two of them with wide eyes. His soulmate is badass. How did she know that Alyssa has a tape recorder, Luke wonders.

“What tape recorder?” Alyssa asks.

“The one in your pocket,” Y/N says confidently. She knows that Alyssa has a fan account for 5sos and to get an exclusive interview on Luke and his soulmate would be pure gold. Alyssa throws a tape recorder onto the table, the film inside still running. “The other one too,” Y/N says with a sigh. Another tape recorder is thrown up onto the table. “And your phone,” Y/N says again and Alyssa’s iphone, which is opened up to the voice memo app is on the table. Y/N carefully stops all the recordings and takes the tapes out, and deletes the voice memo. “I thought I told you no taping?” Y/N whines to her best friend.

“Sorry bub, but this was such a good opportunity!” Alyssa says, jumping in her seat a little.

“Oh, Alyssa,” Y/N says, “I thought we said, Friend first, Fangirl second!” Y/N yells playfully. Alyssa and Y/N let out laughs, not knowing what they were laughing about themselves. Luke looks around nervously, not understanding the joke, if you could call it that.

They leave the Café after a few hours, heading back to the tourbus with Alyssa so she can see it and meet everybody else properly. They all walk excitedly to the bus. Alyssa and Luke got along really well, and Y/N is happy about that.

Y/N glance up and quickly recognizes a face, one that she hadn’t seen since College. Her eyes widen and she nudges Alyssa about it. She looks up too and recognizes the face. It was a name that she has written about on her skin before.


some reddie hcs

•eddie is really scatterbrained and has a terrible memory so he has a notebook and he writes down every little fact that richie tells him about himself

•eddie definitely has a complex about his height and insists on being the big spoon

•sometimes he’ll sit on the desk in his bedroom when they kiss so he can be taller than richie

•richie never talks to anyone else seriously except eddie, so he tells eddie everything he’s thinking to the point that it’s almost annoying. eddie still finds it endearing though.

•tying into that: you would never guess, but richie actually overthinks things a lot. like, not necessarily whether or not he should do certain things, because he’s pretty shameless about that, but he thinks a lot about the world and human nature and stuff. the rest of the losers are surprised when he says things that are really intuitive instead of just obnoxious, but eddie never is because richie talks to him about it all the time.

•sometimes, when they’re cuddling in bed, eddie can tell that richie is overthinking cause he stops talking and just kinda stares off into space, and eddie has to snap him back like “beep beep, richie”.

•sometimes if richie notices he’s getting too serious talking to any of the other losers, he’ll lapse into one of his voices, but he never does that with eddie because he knows he doesn’t have to put up a defense or show off in front of him to get his attention

it changed my life

there’s nothing holdin’ me back

warnings: n/a

word count: 2.5k

requested by anon: do you think you could do a remus x reader to the song nothing holding me back? that song just really reminds me of the cutie pie. :)

summary: you find out remus likes you and decide to tease him

i wanna follow her where she goes
i think about her and she knows it
i wanna let her take control
‘cause every time that she gets close yeah

You knew that Remus fancied you. After having eavesdropped on one of the Marauders’ late night conversations a few nights earlier, it all became clear. The prolonged stares, lingering smiles, and shining eyes you hadn’t taken note of before suddenly became obvious to you.

The thought made your heart skip a beat as you’d always had a small thing for the werewolf as well, but you were surely better at hiding those feelings considering no one had picked up on them yet. You had the upper hand at the moment– and you quite liked it that way.

“Hey guys,” you wore a small smile as you approached the four boys sitting at the end of the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. All four chorused back their ‘hellos’ as you opted to sit next to Remus, abandoning your usual seat next to Sirius across the table. The long-haired boy cocked a curious eyebrow at your actions, but didn’t say anything as he refocused on their conversation.

You beamed up at Remus who had tensed every so slightly at your presence. He tried his best to smile back with just as much enthusiasm, but the accelerating beat of his heart prevented him from doing so. You turned back to the three other boys, joining in on their current debate over whether James’s detention was deserved or not.

Rolling your eyes playfully at their intensity over the silly matter, you spoke up, “I have no idea what you did but considering it’s always something, I’m sure Slughorn was in his right mind when giving you a detention.”

Your words seemed to put an end to the argument as Sirius and Peter laughed loudly and James pouted but kept his mouth shut, knowing you were right. Remus merely smiled down at you in admiration. You caught his gaze in the corner of your eye, the smallest of smirks tugging at your rosy lips.

she pulls me in enough to keep me guessing
and maybe i should stop and start confessing
confessing, yeah

It had been a week since you found out about Remus’s true feeling towards you, and you were loving every moment of it. You’d recently decided to step up your game by ‘accidentally’ bumping your feet with his under the table on multiple occasions, catching his wandering gaze during classes, and almost always letting at least one body part touch him. Needless to say, the poor werewolf was on the brink of insanity.

“She’s driving me mad!” the shaggy-haired boy rubbed his hands over his face the moment he burst into the door of his dorm, three heads shooting towards him.

Peter was the first to speak with furrowed brows, not catching onto who his friend was referring to, “Who?”

The glasses-clad boy of the group rolled his eyes, elbowing the shorter boy, “McGonagall,” he quipped with a deadpan look on his face. “Who do you think? Y/N, obviously.” The stubbier of the two winced, feeling stupid for not having realized it on his own.

Remus, ignoring the two boys, continued his rant, “One minute she acts like she likes me and then I’m friendzoned the next,” he groaned before continuing, “I feel like I should just tell her. I think I might implode if I don’t.”

Sirius watched as James and Peter tried to give his poor friend advice with a knowing smirk. The grey-eyed boy had caught onto your antics a few days in, but decided to let itself play out rather than intervene.

oh, i’ve been shaking
i love it when you go crazy
you take all my inhibitions
baby, there’s nothing holding me back

You had always been quite reckless. You knew it, your teachers knew it, everyone knew it. Your wild demeanor was quite the opposite of Remus’s more calm one, but still, he couldn’t help but be drawn in by it. The way you strut through the halls like you owned them, the permanent smirk you always wore on your cherry lips, the chronically unapologetic look in your wide eyes. You were the waves pulling him under. You were his drug, and he was addicted.

“Y/N, hurry up! We were supposed to leave ten minutes ago!”

Marlene’s voice pulled you away from the mirror you were stood in front of, perfecting the finishing touches to your look. It was Sirius’s birthday and he had invited the entire house in your year and above to attend. The now seventeen-year-old boy managed to snag multiple bottles of firewhiskey and discovered the usefulness of the Room of Requirement so, needless to say, you were in for a wild ride.


You skipped down the winding stairs to join your friend group consisting of Lily, Marlene, Alice, and Mary. You hastily made your way to the location of the party with you leading the way as you had the most experience with escaping from Filch. You luckily made it without being caught as the five of you entered the room.

It was decorated to the max and music of Sirius’s choice blared, making it difficult to hear anything else. Your eyes scanned the room, catching sight of the birthday boy dancing in the middle with a bottle of firewhiskey in hand. You giggled at the sight before jogging over as gracefully as you could in heels, tapping on his shoulder upon arrival.

Sirius’s head whipped towards yours, a cheeky smile taking over his face, “Y/N! Dance with me!” he carelessly threw down the nearly empty bottle and took your hands instead, leading you in a mess of flailing limbs and moving bodies. You laughed uncontrollably at his drunken attempts at dancing. Little did you know his eyes weren’t the only ones on you. On the opposite end of the room stood Remus, his unmoving gaze set on your moving body that seemed to light up his world.

you take me places that tear up my reputation
manipulate my decisions
baby, there’s nothing holding me back

A few days had passed since Sirius’s birthday and each one of you had finally gotten over the awful hangovers following it. The plan you’d devised inside your head continued to play out, the obvious frustration building up inside Remus intensifying more and more as each day passed. It had been two weeks since your little game began and it was safe to say you were getting quite the satisfaction from it. Having decided to set up a prank on a few Slytherins one night, you made sure to time it during Remus’s Prefect duties.

“Y/N? What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in bed,” he frowns, steadying your body as the two of you had collided upon turning a corner.

Your eyes were full of mischief as they locked with his chocolate ones, “Pranking, obviously. You’re not gonna rat me out, are you, Moony?” You bat your eyelashes at the lanky boy, eliciting a groan and eye roll.

“You know I’m supposed to report you,” he grumbled, causing your grin to widen.

“Or,” you began, “You could help me.”

He shot you a disapproving look which you brushed aside. Tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, you intertwined your fingers and pulled him down the hallway, his feet jogging to keep up with you. Remus ignored the voice in his head telling him this was a bad idea and instead ran alongside you, exhilaration soon replacing his nerves.

she says that she’s never afraid
just picture everybody naked
she really doesn’t like to wait
not really into hesitation

As time dragged on, Sirius grew more and more concerned about Remus. Knowing full well what you were up to, he decided to finally approach you and ensure your intentions were all good. Naturally, you quite offended that he’d think all of your teasing was done with bad intentions.

“Come on, Sirius. You know I wouldn’t hurt Remus. I care about him,” you frowned at your friend’s question.

He sighed, pulling you into an empty classroom to make sure no one would eavesdrop on your conversation, “I know you do, but at least tell the boy you like him. He’s going crazy.”

You remained silent, your eyebrows knitted together as you diverted your gaze to the front of the room. Sirius studied your face, realization dawning on his own, “You don’t just like him, do you?”

Your head snapped back to his, your eyes narrowed, “What are you implying?”

“You love him.”

You gnawed on your lip at the true accusation, unsure of how to respond. You racked your brain for a comeback, but nothing came up. Sirius took the opportunity to speak again, “It’s okay to say it, you know. He feels the same way– there’s nothing to be scared of.”

This time your eyes glared into his, annoyed he knew everything you weren’t sure of, “Well he shouldn’t. I’m nothing but bad news and it won’t do him any good,” you snapped to mask the sadness behind your voice.

Sirius’s lips twitched upwards in a kind smile, “But you’re good together, trust me on this one. Just please, tell him before the sexual tension gets so thick you won’t even be able to stand in the same room together.”

Reluctantly you nod, knowing he was right.

‘cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far
i know we’d be alright, i know we would be alright
if you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark
i know we’d be alright, i know we would be alright

You intended to see Remus after your conversation with Sirius, but your plans changed quickly after falling asleep the moment you sat on the common room couch to briefly speak with Lily. The next morning upon realizing you had fallen asleep, you decided you’d pull him aside at breakfast. You hastily prepared yourself for the day and skipped down to the Great Hall with a little pep in your step. The wide grin on your face was wiped away, however, upon seeing all the Marauders sitting except for Remus. They all held tired smiles at your arrival, all looking as if they’d only gotten an hour of sleep.

“What happened to you lot?” you cocked an eyebrow at the battered boys. They exchanged glances before all speaking at the same time.


“Long night.”

“Wrestled with the giant squid.”

You gave James a weird look at his response, but didn’t bother questioning them as you sat down next to Sirius. “Where’s Remus then?” you asked in an attempt to be nonchalant, but failed miserably as they each shot you a knowing look.

“He’s sick in the Hospital Wing,” Sirius began as you stood from your seat with the intention of visiting him, “But I wouldn’t go there,” he hastily tried to stop you. You deadpanned as he came up with a rather dumb excuse, “He, er, doesn’t want visitors right now.”

Your eyes rolled at his failed attempt to stop you. The boys all sighed, but gave up on halting you as you swiveled on your feet, heading towards the Hospital Wing.

You busted through the doors of the infirmary, breathing heavily as you’d jogged the whole way there. There were only a few people present in the spacious room, so it wasn’t hard to find Remus laying in a bed on the opposite side of the room. You calmly walked to his location despite the butterflies in your stomach, only to find him asleep. 

A frown took over your lips once taking in his state. He didn’t appear to be sick, but he was surely battered. A few fresh scars covered his face and his arm appeared to be in a splint of some sort. Seeing as it was a Sunday, you decided you’d wait for him to wake up rather than coming back later. You plopped yourself onto the chair next to his bed, lightly resting your hand on top of his. Before you knew it, sleep took over you yet again.

i feel so free when you’re with me, baby
baby, there’s nothing holding me back

“Y/N? Y/N, wake up.”

You jolted awake at the sound of your name, eyes blinking slowly in an attempt to adjust to the light. Your brows furrowed in your confused state before remembering where exactly you were. You sat up from your slumped position in the chair, disregarding the ache in your back as you settled your gaze on Remus.

“Sorry,” you licked your chapped lips, thankful you hadn’t drooled in your sleep. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep I was just waiting for-”

“It’s okay,” he smiled weakly, visibly exhausted. “You really shouldn’t have stayed. I would’ve been fine on my own.”

You frowned at this, “Of course I stayed,” you were quick to speak, though didn’t bother giving a reason why. You eyed him cautiously before talking again, “What happened to you anyway? You certainly aren’t just ‘sick’.”

He shifted nervously before answering, “It’s just, er, just a quidditch accident. Yeah, a Quidditch accident.”

Your suspicious eyes intensified, not satisfied with his answer, “You don’t even play Quidditch, Remus,” you pointed out the obvious.

His face heated up, words stumbling out before he could stop and think about them, “I know, I was just, er,” he paused before recollecting his thoughts, “I was helping James practice! Yeah, I was helping him practice.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him, not buying his words one bit, “You’re a horrible liar, you know?” His mouth opened then closed as he racked his brain for a response, but didn’t get the opportunity to do so as you spoke again. “But that’s beside the point since that’s not why I came here. Not that I wasn’t worried, of course I was. I just-”

“Y/N,” Remus cut off your rambling. It was your turn to blush, failing to stop the heat from rising to your cheeks. You had never found yourself so nervous before and didn’t exactly enjoy being this flustered.

“Right, er, I came her to,” you trailed off, unsure how to word it. “I came here to tell you something.”

“Shoot,” he replied, hiding the anxiety creeping up on him in anticipation of what you might say.

“I know you like me,” you blurted, mentally face-palming for being so blunt. “I mean, I kind of overheard you talking to the others,” you paused to take in his reaction. If his face wasn’t red before, it surely was now. All he wanted was to crawl into a hole and never come out to evade the situation.

“Yeah, I get it,” he spoke, stopping you from continuing your speech. “You don’t like me back and that’s why you’ve been acting weird. It’s fine, I’ll get ov-”

You silenced the untrue words spilling out of his mouth by bringing him into a kiss. Your soft lips moved against his own stunned ones. You began to pull away at his unresponsiveness, but he was quick to bring you back in once reality hit him. You moved together in sync, both of you experiencing something you hadn’t felt before.

You reluctantly detached your lips from his, resting your foreheads together. The both of you sat in silence as you caught your breath from the kiss. “You didn’t let me finish,” you breathily spoke.

“I like you too.”

fuck that was long didn’t expect to get so into it also low key angsty but ya know

Oblivion || Patrick Hockstetter

This was based off of Grime’s song called “Oblivion.” Feel free to message me about anything IT related or send me asks/requests! I apologize for any grammar, spelling, or punctuation errors. 

Warnings: stalking, threats, Patrick being himself, etc. Nothing NSFW. 

“I’m not interested in your petty games anymore, Patrick.” [Name] retorts, trying to scamper away from the rangy teen. It was harder getting away from him, especially when every five steps the dainty girl took, it was about two steps for him. Not to mention, it wasn’t fun dodging people who decided it was perfect to stop in the middle of the walkway and have a conversation.

Needless to say, [Name]’s escape plan was already failing, and it agitated her even more. She didn’t want to deal with Patrick’s eccentric and cruel tendencies any longer. In fact, the girl regrets getting involved with the boy and the storm of emotions he evoked in her.

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anonymous asked:

If you do another Matty fic, could it maybe be based on Change of Heart? To sort of mirror the Robbers fic?

Matty Healy Fic

From the day you laid eyes on Matty, you were absolutely infatuated with him. It was the most unromantic way to meet ever, drunk and giggly and flirty in a club, exchanging numbers and sloppy kisses throughout the night. You were obsessed with the way his red-rimmed eyes twinkled in mischief, and the way his cheeks were so flushed, and the way his chapped lips looked so kissable, it had to be a sin.

Matty didn’t remember much of that night, he had drank far too much alcohol than he would’ve cared to admit, which wasn’t unusual. And even if he did remember, he wouldn’t be able to say that was the day he fell in love with you. In fact, if he was being completely honest, it was mostly your breasts that caught his attention from the start. No, the first time Matty felt himself fall for you was your first official date. Everything about you was positively endearing, from the way you said his name, to the way that if you could describe yourself with any two words, they’d be punk rock—even though you were admittedly not very punk rock at all.  You reminded him of someone straight out of a magazine.  Like somehow you just already were the person that you were meant to be. Matty loved the way you always texted him back as soon as you got home, and how you were already going on a second date before the week was up.

You’d been together for almost three years now, and had always considered yourself nothing less than soul mates. Your twenties had essentially revolved around him, spending every free moment you had talking, breathing, thinking Matty.

Lately, you had felt the effects of the honeymoon phase fading.  Whether it was the stress of college weighing down or the fact that you were just growing up, it felt as though Matty’s once endearing behaviors were becoming more of a nuisance on your life.  

You felt guilty for the how irritated Matty’s presence was making you, particularly this evening.

You knew the minute you woke up that it wasn’t morning yet.  Your eyelids felt heavy.  As you peeled them open, the darkness only further proved your point. Everything inside the house was silent.  But from outside, you heard a car alarm going off.  You could feel your heart starting to beat along to the rhythm of the alarm, and your tongue felt numb with the inevitability of who had set it off.  You flip the comforter off from you and let your feet touch the soft carpet before padding out of the bedroom and down the stairs.  

The alarm still hadn’t gone off by the time you reached the kitchen, so you grudgingly grabbed your set of keys from the bowl on the counter, and slipped on a pair of sneakers before going outside to check on the commotion.

Sure enough, Matty wondered around outside of the car, tugging on the handle and banging on the windows drunkenly, as if that would stop the alarm.  

You watched for a moment, assessing just how shit faced he truly was, before snapping the alarm off.  

He let out what looked like a sigh of relief, thinking he did something to shut it off, before turning towards the door and making eye contact with you.

“Babe—“ he says surprised.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you mutter, almost to yourself, before turning on your heels and strutting back inside.  You hear him stumbling after you, knocking into the door before successfully entering the house.

“I thought the house was locked,” he slurs, “so I was gon’ sleep in the car for the night- but then that was locked too.”

In the light you can see the red outline rimmed around Matty’s eyes.  It reminds you of the first day you met him.  His pupils are bulging like a wild animal’s.  Instead of entrancing you and pulling you in for more, they just look pathetic.  Like the eyes of a sad, lost boy.  He’s trying his best to focus on you standing still.  But you begin toeing off your sneakers and decide you’re just too tired to care.

“Where you going?” he asks innocently as you begin to climb the stairs.

“To bed,” you snap, not even bothering to turn back around.  The digital clock on your nightstand reads 2:47am and you lay awake, staring up at the ceiling, remembering the days when you and Matty would stay up well past 2:47pm together.  Matty was the one who introduced you to the concept of a night life.  Before him, you’d been content with going to bed at a normal hour.  You remember it being so exciting at first.  The parties, the alcohol, the drugs.  It was a foreign world that you delved head-first into, Matty by your side the entire time.  

You were twenty four when you met Matty.  You were young, excited, impressionable.  Now, three years later, the original glamor had worn off.  The health effects had caught up to you; things like huffing after climbing one flight of stairs, and building up an increasingly large tolerance for alcohol.  You’d cut back for your own good and you’d stopped attending so many parties with Matty.  The only problem was, you’d thought Matty would follow suit.  You’d thought that his late twenties and your sobriety would hit him with veracity and he’d grow up a bit.  You were wrong.

“You’re twenty seven,” you said to him, “Aren’t you a little old to be getting so stoned?”

Matty got defensive whenever you mentioned cutting back on all the dope he did or alcohol he drank.  So you left it alone.  It wasn’t worth the battle.  

A few moments later you heard Matty trudging up the stairs and into the bedroom.  His shadow moved around the room until he was on his side of the bed.  He collapsed onto the mattress beside you, his scent filling up the room.

You turned over on your side so you’d face him, hoping maybe you two might be able to talk  tonight.  You admitted to be a major contributor to the increasing distance between Matty and you, but you also wanted to make things better.  You felt like you were willing to put in an effort when the same wasn’t always said to be true on Matty’s end.  

He was already breathing steadily in and out by the time you rolled over.  His eyes were shut closed and his hand rested on his rising chest.  You let out a heavy sigh.  In earlier years, you would have rolled into his side, laying your head on his chest or nuzzling his neck, planting soft kisses over his exposed skin.  But tonight you looked at him and shook your head.  You were disgusted with the smell of vodka reeling off from him and instead, you curled as close to the edge as you could get and rolled over, your back facing him.

You’re woken by another alarm in just a few short hours.  This time the noise is coming from the phone charging on your nightstand.  You sigh before turning if off and sitting up.  You rub your eyes grudgingly before getting up to get ready.

You flip the light on as you hover outside your closet, starting the great debate of what to wear for the day.

Matty groans in the bed, pulling the sheets over his head and mumbling something incoherently.  

“What?” you ask.  

“I said shut the god damn light off,” he barks, his face makes a reappearance as he flashes the covers up briefly.

You roll your eyes.  “Just give me like fifteen minutes.”

“Jesus christ,” he snaps before flopping back down onto the mattress.

“Fuck off,” you mutter, “if you went to bed at a normal time, you wouldn’t be so pissy every morning.”

Matty shoots back up at that, “Don’t fucking start lecturing me.  I can’t take anymore of that shit.”

“I’m not lecturing you,” you explain, “I just wish you wouldn’t drink so much.”

“You sound like my fucking mum,” Matty says.  You gaze at his skinny figure hunched over in the bed.  He’s digging into his eyes with the heels of his palm, rubbing what you would assume is the itchiness, away.  

You think back to the first night you and Matty had slept together.  It wasn’t long after you met.  The third date.  He took you to a movie, and he had bought a popcorn for the two of you to share, but you ended up eating the entire thing yourself.  You remember dancing your way to the theater in parking lots and back streets, twirling under the lilac sky to nothing but each other’s laughter.  You knew then that you’d met your soulmate.  

He took you back to his apartment, nothing but a lumpy mattress on the floor and maroon sheets covered in lint.  He had no furniture or food or running water for all you knew.  But the way he cupped your cheek so softly and held you like the most delicate piece of art he’d ever seen, was enough.  It was enough for a lifetime.  

Or so you’d thought.  

You finally look down at your own hands in the mirror, a wave of nostalgia washing over you.  

You briefly contemplate shutting the light off and rushing back to bed.  You can imagine yourself tackling Matty down to the mattress and planting kisses all over his face and collarbones like you used to.  You’d blow off class and just stay in bed all day, limbs wrapped around limbs, breathing each other in.  Just like you used to.  

But Matty acts first.  His voice cuts through the air like a knife being thrown straight into your chest, “Are you ever gonna pick something out or am I gonna be blinding by the goddamn light all morning?”

You can feel the pressure of tears coming on, but you let the anger blink them back.  You glare at him through the mirror for a moment before grabbing a sweatshirt and pair of pants from your closet, and snapping the light off.  

Neither of you say ‘goodbye’ or ‘I love you’ like you used to.  The only noise of departure is the slamming door and your footsteps trudging down the hall.  

You walked through the door that evening after the busiest day of your college career to a bouquet of flowers sitting in the center of the counter.  The assortment of carnations and roses was intricately placed and woven between one another.  Your favorite.  

Matty was always buying you flowers as a way to apologize.  He knew how happy they made you feel.  But tonight, you stared at the beautiful red pedals and felt nothing.

You never considered the possibility of falling out of love with Matty.  You knew from the first time you met him, that he was your soulmate.  The one who made you feel most alive.  He was the light of your dark tunnel of a life.  The one who picked you up and spun you around.  Matty was everything.  

But you put extra emphasis on the past tense part of that statement.  

“Where do you wanna eat?” Matty asks.  He’s driving around downtown, one hand holding the steering wheel, the other a cigarette.  He knew how much you hated him smoking in the car.

You shook your head and continued to stare out into the dark night.  “I don’t care.”

“Helpful,” he muttered.

Instead of commenting back, you just leaned forward and turned up the music.

“Oh come on! Don’t be like that all the time!”

“Don’t be like th- Don’t be be like that all the time? Excuse me? Who is being a pain in the ass all the time lately, huh?”

“Well it for sure isn’t me!”

“Oh yeah, true. Because you’re never around.”

“Don’t even go there!”

“Oh I will go there! When was the last time you didn’t go out drinking with George? Or shooting up with fucking who knows who?”

“If I remember correctly, you used to love going out with us.  Wasn’t so bad back then when you were the one getting high all the time!”

You took a deep breath as you turned away from Matty. You used to absolutely hate fighting with him, it’d make you cry and feel guilty and awful for hours.  But lately all they did was fight, and you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad about it. You had genuinely come to hate the time that you spent with him.  And if you were being honest with yourself, you had genuinely come to start to hate him.

“I think we should break up.”  You blurt the words out without processing them in your mind, but the minute you do, you feel a wave of relief washing over you.  You hadn’t been thinking about the specific phrase “break up”, but the concept of a life without him had become your reality.

If it had been years before, you would have broke down crying. You were never good at confrontation, but over the last few months of your life, you had learned to suck it up and compose yourself.

You realized immediately that you should have just walked out then and there without even looking at Matty. It would have been easier, and you’d already be packing the car up by now. But instead, you were facing him, and you knew it was going to be too hard.

His face had fallen.  And he was crying.


His small, tattooed chest was heaving with such force, that you thought his ribcage might burst open.


You shook your head, closing your eyes and breathing out deeply through his nose. You can do this. You can do this. No you couldn’t-

“Babe, I love you.”

You start shaking your head, sympathetically, your heart beating heavily in your chest. You stared at Matty, whose lips were quivering like a child who wasn’t getting what he wanted, and you felt the sting in your eyes that had been missing earlier. And you became suddenly aware that you, yourself, were crying, and knew that you had to leave right now or you would never be able to.

“Matty.” you said, voice cracking from the emotion bubbling behind your throat. Your hands shook.

“I mean it. Please, for the love of God, don’t leave. I’ll change, I can be better, I-I can love you more than anything and take care of you..” Matty pleaded, fingers wringing around your wrists then, something you knew meant he was nervous. Your heart clenched then, as you realized how much that you knew about him.

“I can’t.” you said.

“Please don’t leave me..” Matty cried, eyes closing as more tears fell down his cheeks. “You’re the love of my life. I can’t live without you.”

You felt your entire body start to shake as Matty’s soft words washing over you.  This wasn’t how you wanted to hear all of this. You wanted to have the words said in a different environment, to know that they were real. You closed your eyes, and the first thing that popped into your mind was Matty wrapping his arms around you after your first date.  He planted a sloppy kiss on your lips and told you that he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life memorizing the color of your eyes and for the first time, you felt so, so loved.

“You’re just saying that.” you whispered, eyes still closed.

“No, no, no.” Matty tittered, and you sucked in a gasp as you felt Matty suddenly right in front of you.

“Baby, you’re my everything. I love you more than anything.” Matty’s breath was warm across your cheek as he spoke, it smelled of cigarettes and wine.

His calloused fingers ran over your cheeks, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to do this.

“Y/N..” Matty mumbled, face closer than it had been in so long.

A tear fell down your face just as Matty pressed his wet lips against your own.

More tears fell from your eyes as you closed them again, letting yourself fall back into the kiss and the vicious cycle of being in love with Matty Healy.

I’ll Be Good - Part 2

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 1  -  Part 3

Ok, first things first: I am not exaggerating when I say I would have never posted any of this if not for my friend @marvelatmytrash​ (and if you don’t think that url is top notch, well i’m sorry, you’re wrong). So you can all thank her for being an absolute peach and striking up a conversation with a quiet lil reader and then encouraging me to post my own shit. Go read Aftershocks. Talk to her. She’s incredible. i’m kinda pissed I’ve only known her for like a week.

Summary: Series – You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Solder on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter - The team now tries to get their bearings back at the compound while you try to make the most your captivity.

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), mildest of sexual references, captivity (I know that’s not the word I’m looking for but I can’t think of the right word. But I can promise you no one is taking a leisurely trip to the zoo, you’re not a giraffe.)

Word Count: 1838

Author’s Note: My little heart can’t thank you guys enough for how receptive you’ve been. Here is part 2. I edit this one literally every time I look at it. I’m not 100% sold on it, but I like part 3, so I’m getting this one out of the way. After that we’re all in trouble because I haven’t even started part 4. That said, I would LOVE to know what you do and don’t like about this one! I am so happy to chat, answer asks, whatever. Please be careful with my brittle non-writer heart though, if you want to share constructive criticism. Please.

Bucky’s POV

“Let me talk to her! Steve, I can bring her to our side on this. She’ll listen to me. She’s been out on her own too long but she’ll listen to me. She’ll trust me.” Natasha called after him, almost running behind his long deliberate strides.

“That’s just it, Nat, you don’t know where her loyalties are anymore! She’s been against us for at least what, 4 years?” Steve huffed out throwing his arms out to his sides, incredulous. “She shot you less than 24 hours ago!”

“Oh please it’s nothing. And you know that’s not fair, people with our skills… we don’t have many options… Just let me talk to her. She could have just as easily put that bullet in my brain. She spared me, Steve. She can help us, but you have to let ME talk to her.” She was pleading. Begging. Bucky had never seen Natasha beg for anything. What is it with this woman? Was Nat afraid of what this sniper might reveal about Nat’s own past or was Nat trying to protect the her? Why was she fighting so hard? Curiosity getting the better of him, Bucky followed.

“That’s not the point. We can’t trust her. And more importantly, I can’t trust your judgment when it comes to her.”

“Just because you don’t know everything doesn’t mean you can’t trust me.” Natasha countered, challenging him. They’d been through a lot, Steve and Natasha. She’d stood by him when he found Bucky all those years ago. She’d attacked a goddamn king for him, for Bucky. Would he really dare to tell her she couldn’t talk to her friend? Bucky saw the resolution flash across his face. Goddamnit he’s so stubborn.

“I’ll go,” Bucky said quiet but firm, turning before they could protest. Ending the discussion before it turned bitter.

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