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The End of Time Part Two

Life Without You // Calum Hood

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You were exhausted. Absolutely fucking exhausted. Every inch of your body ached and how you would kill to get a good massage.

The day had been long and had worn you down to the core. You wanted nothing more than to drink a warm and relaxing cup of tea and collapse into the bed for the day. You wanted to get out of the tight jeans and the crisp white shirt whose collars made your neck feel itchy. You wanted to slip into the pair of lose grey joggers that awaited to provide your legs some comfort. You wanted tear off the white shirt and put on Calum’s rather worn out tee that you had claimed as your own before he went off on tour.

God how fucking tired you were.

And although you wanted to do so many things to just end the night and get some well deserved sleep, you were here at your best friend’s house, watching after her baby while she was out on a date night with her boyfriend.

You would have turned down your friend’s request but you knew how she and her boyfriend had been so busy after the unexpected arrival of a baby that they’d barely gotten some time to themselves. And as Calum was off on tour, you didn’t have anyone to go home to.

Babysitting this little angel wouldn’t really have been a problem if you weren’t about to fall asleep on it. But you had no idea that your boss would make you work off your butt today and ask you to travel around the city from meeting to meeting so much.

So here you were, yawning with your mouth wide open with a half asleep cranky baby in your arms, partially wishing you had said no to your friend in the morning.

Somewhere in between trying to rock the baby to sleep and fetching yourself some water, you found yourself with your phone wedged between your shoulder and your ear, the voice of your boyfriend ringing through your ears.

“Hey babe,” Calum greeted, sounding an awful lot more cheerful than you currently felt.

“Hey,” you greeted back, already feeling your shoulders relax only by his voice. A small smile tugged at your lips for the first time that day.

“You sound tired Y/N, you alright?” He asked. Apart from his voice, you could hear the other boys bickering in the background.

“Yeah,” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “It’s just been a long day. Can’t wait to hit the bed.”

You heard footsteps shuffle on the other side of the line. The voice of the other boys faded in the background and you understood that Calum had probably switched rooms. “Sorry, they were being too noisy.” He said. “You’re still with Kate?”

“Yep, but Y/F/N is going to be back in like ten and then I can go sleep for the rest of my life.”

Calum chuckled in response. “To be honest, you sound as if you actually really need that.”

“It because I’m tired,” you whined, as you sat down on the couch, little Kate right beside you. “Anyway, excited for the show? Speaking of which, aren’t you supposed to be on stage right about now?”

“Just wanted to hear your voice before I did,” he said and you could only imagine him with that satisfied smirk of his.

You chuckled at his cheesiness,”Shut up, Calum. Now go rock the stage! I can’t wait to see the concert pictures.”

“Alright, alright. You get some sleep. I love you, okay?”

“I love you, too.”


As soon as your friend returned you handed over the baby to her, collected your things, pecked your friend on her cheek, bid the little family goodbye and got the hell out of there.

As you opened the door of your car, a loud, long yawn escaped your lips. All you could think of was the cold touch of the bed’s duvet when you would finally climb into your bed changed out of your work clothes.

“Fuck this shit,” you muttered as the car behind you honked yet again. You were stuck in traffic for nearly half an hour now and you couldn’t be closer to losing it. When the car behind you honked again, you turned around, poked your head out of the window and scowled at the driver.

Popping your head back inside, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down. When you opened your eyes again, the red lights were turning green and you heaved a sigh of relief.

You restarted your car as the ones in front of you surged forward. As your feet pressed down on the accelerator your heart was rejoicing. A step closer to home sweet home.

As soon as you’d moved forward, another car sped in from the left side. It hit the car beside you, crashed straight into its side. The loud thunk of metal clanging against metal rang in your ears and your eyes widened as the car that was hit spun into yours. The glass of the window shattered, the shards piercing through your skin. But the pain felt like a haze as the entire car shook, quaking everything inside of you as you hit the curb.

Your heart wasn’t as joyous anymore. It felt heavy, as if everything was collapsing on it. And as chaos broke around you, your breaths became shorter and the world turned darker- bit by bit until the black engulfed your vision.


Calum ran backstage, the screams of the fans still echoing through the stadium. His hands still shook from the adrenaline. He kept his bass by the boxes with Luke and Michael’s guitars and headed off towards the dressing room where the other three had already gone. Calum was pretty satisfied with today’s show. He felt like it had been great. The fans seemed to have the time of their lives too.

When Calum walked into the room, he saw that everyone had a grim face. Luke was frantically running his fingers through hi hair while Michael and Ashton tried to figure what information their tour manager was getting over the phone.

“What’s wrong guys? Why do you all look so worried?” He questioned, grabbing the bottle of water by the dresser.

Nobody had seen the MaorI boy walk in, and when they turned to see him, they all turned a shade paler.

“Guys,” Calum repeated, voice turning cautious he saw the looks on everyone’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“Calum…” Ashton began. “Calum, Y/N…”

Hearing your name already had Calum panicking. His heart raced and his eyes widened, body turning warm with panic in the worst way.

“Y/N what, Ashton?”

Nobody could bring themselves to say anything. Silence reigned over the room, and the commotion from the stadium buzzed through the room like a low hum.

Y/N what, Ashton?” Calum roared this time.

Their tour manager, Jeff, was finally off the phone, stepping in front of him. “Y/N is in the hospital. She got into an accident and is still unconscious.”

It was like the entire world collapsed on his shoulders. The room around him spun and tears blurred his vision. His breaths grew sharper as he waited for someone around him to deny what had just been said. But no one said a word.

Michael cautiously approached Calum, hands reaching out to steady him. “Dude, you alright?”

Calum nodded, roughly pushing off his friend’s hand. He turned to the manager. “When did you find out?”

“About ten minu-”

Ten fucking minutes and you tell me now?” He yelled, the vein on his neck popping into prominence.

“You were on stage, and you were about to come off so I just waited,” Jeff explained.

“You waited? Why the hell would you wait? My girlfriend is in the hospital! Do you even understand?” Calum was screaming at the top of his lungs. Anger, anxiety, paranoia and sadness gushing through his veins all at the same time.

“I need tickets back to the city,” he said, turning away from the manager to look around for his phone.

“But Calum-”

“Jeff, get us all tickets now. The fans will understand.” Luke said, cutting off further arguments.


Calum was on the way to the hospital as soon as they had reached the airport. He didn’t wait for his luggage, couldn’t give two shits about it as he pushed through the crowds to get into the cab he’d booked.

As Calum stepped into the hospital, the glass doors parting automatically for him, the smell of iodoform and antiseptic filled his senses. His heart felt like it was in his throat and he was sure he was about to puke, He felt terrified. He feared the absolute worst. But he couldn’t even begin to fathom what it would be like to lose the love of his life. No, no. He couldn’t think about this.

He stopped right in front of the reception desk. “Y/N Y/L/N, please.” He infromed the lady.

“I’m sorry, sir, but only family is allowed.”

Calum scowled. “Cut the shit, please. I’m her fucking boyfriend.”

“Sir, this is a strict policy-”

“I don’t give a fuck about your policy. I just need to see my girlfriend! Why is that so hard for you to understand?” He said through gritted teeth.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Luke pulled him away from the reception desk while Ashton did the talking.

“I just… I need to see her, Luke.” Calum confessed, his voice quivering with emotion.

His tall blonde friend, pulled him into a tight hug. He let Calum cry silently into his neck, tears flowing down his pale skin.

“Calum, I called Y/F/N. She’s in the room with Y/N. She’s coming down right now.” Michael said, giving the Maori boy a soft, encouraging smile.

Through the constant buzz of the crowd in the hospital, Y/F/N came running down. When her eyes fell on Calum, she hurried towards him, engulfing him in a hug. “Thank god, you’re here. She’s upstairs. She’s stable.”

Without paying any heed to whatever the receptionist was saying, the boys followed Y/F/N.


The first thing you heard as you slipped in and out of consciousness was the steady beep of the heart rate monitor. When you were slightly more anchored, you heard Michael’s voice. “No, no. No she’s alright. Yeah, Mrs. Y/LN, we’ll keep you updated. Calum’s right here. He fell asleep. He’s pretty shaken. Yes. Got it. 5 am.”

You slowly opened your eyes, your pupils taking time to adjust to the bright light. Your throat felt drier than the desert and you ached for a sip of water. As you turned your head to the left to check for a glass of water, you could see a head with black hair resting by your pillow.

You smiled, emotions tugging at your heart as you lifted your hand to see if he was really there. Your palm met his soft, black curls- a delusional hum of content left the asleep boy’s lips.

“Looks like you’re up,” Ashton’s face popped into view.

“You guys are actually here,” you croaked out.

Luke and Michael leaned over the other side with Y/F/N. “Alive and in flesh,” Luke said.

You managed to cough out a laugh. Beneath your touch, Calum stirred, slowly rising. A yawn left his lips and his eyes widened when he saw you were up

You smiled. “Hi, there love. You’re back early.”

Tears pooled in Calum’s eyes. “Baby,” he whimpered. In a second his arms were around you, face buried in the crook of your neck.

‘Woah, easy tiger.” You winced at the sudden pressure.

Calum immediately unwrapped himself from you. “Shit, fuck, sorry.”

The others cleared the room, Ashton muttering something about “giving them some time to themselves” as he led the others outside. You shifted, patting the side of the bed, inviting him to join you.

When Calum shook his head no you pouted. “Why not? I just want some cuddles.”

“Don’t want to hurt you,” he said, shaking his had again.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re hurting me by refusing a cuddle, get your hot ass on the bed.”

Calum laughed as he got up, lifting your blanket up to settle in beside you. “Only you, Y/N. Only you.”

He lay on his side, an arm underneath your head as his eyes decided to run all over your face. His other hand was in your hair, often slipping down to your face to caress your cheek. You leaned into the familiar touch of his calloused fingers, humming in contentment.

He didn’t rush you when you told him what had happened and choked on your words. He wiped the tears off your face with his thumbs and held his own back. Kisses were shared, reassurances exchanged. Throughout the night he held onto you, afraid you were going to slip away. You held right on back, not even beginning to grasp what it would currently feel like if the roles were switched.

“I was so afraid I would lose you,” he mumbled into your hair. “I never want to feel like that again. I was losing my fucking mind, Y/N.”

“I’m still here, aren’t I? I won’t ever leave you, even when you want me to.” You mumbled into his chest, your fingers tracing the tattoo on his bicep.

“I wouldn’t want you to leave me,” he said immediately.

“I’m just saying. I love you too much.”

“I love you way too much too,” he said. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then made his way to your nose, cheeks, every inch of your face before finally pecking your lips, his soft pink ones brushing against yours.

He smiled into the kiss when he heard you let out a soft giggle.

He couldn’t even begin to imagine life without that sweet sound. He couldn’t imagine a life without you.

Side Stage

Requested by: @hantu369mc
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Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Word Count: 1.2K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Sorry I didn’t get to include any angst!

Your fingers impatiently tap against your school desk, the screen on your laptop hadn’t changed in 30 minutes, and you were starting to panic. You can feel Peter’s eyes on you, but you don’t want to look away from your screen - not even for a second - in fear that it would load and you’d lose your chance.

“How’s it looking, babe?” Peter whispers in your ear, making you jump a little,

“I don’t know,” you sigh out, making sure to keep your voice low so that your teacher at the front of the classroom can’t hear, “I’ve been stuck in this stupid green room loading screen for forever,”

“You’ll get through,” Peter tries to reassure you, “Ticket’s don’t go on sale for another 5 minutes anyway,”

You nod, but you don’t really believe him. You’d tried this before, a week ago, and you failed to get tickets then too. This was shaping up to be the same.

When you’d found out that your favourite band was touring, you exploded with excitement. You’d been waiting years for them to finally announce a tour, and the New York date happened to be the day before your birthday. You’d told yourself it was fate; but now it wasn’t looking that way.

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Please, PLEASE stop spreading around leaked images from Museum.

If the fact that this was a no-pics event doesn’t make you give a shit about the fact that you’re spreading stuff you shouldn’t:

-People who paid money to get tickets for Museum have now been involuntarily exposed to items they forked out A LOT of cash to go and see in person
-The leaked images being spread around to so many viewers could hurt sales dramatically
-You are showing the entire yoi staff that westerners are disrespectful (and yes, this is INCREDIBLY disrespectful to spread leaked images that should’ve never been posted in the first place. It does not matter that the images were first posted by fans who may not be western. You made the choice to partake in the spreading of these leaks)
-Building off that last point, we may lose the privilege of ever having any of these events take place internationally so we can attend because of your actions and it *will be* the fault of the people spreading the leaks
-picture-taking was explicitly stated to be strictly prohibited by the entire staff you little shits. learn to respect the wishes of the people creating the things you enjoy

Delete your reblogs, reposts, WHATEVER, that include leaked images from Museum.

“But other people aren’t! Why do I have to? Leaks are gonna happen”

Don’t be one of the people who end up ruining it for everyone else. Just because leaks happen doesn’t mean you have to participate in their spreading. Grow up and try to fix the issue.

I understand that some of you didn’t realise this was not allowed. You still need to delete them, please, and cease spreading any more/new images. If you want to share them with your friends, do so *privately*, but know that those images should not even exist in the first place.

Please reblog. I did not take my time to write all this to have it ignored and the issue at hand to be overlooked.

Dancing On My Own: Part 4

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Death, Angst

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Word Count: 1206

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?


Author’s Notes: I wasn’t with my mom when she died. I had left for the night with the intention of going back the next day. It is literally the worst fucking feeling ever to not be there regardless of what anyone will ever tell you. I will regret it for the rest of my life.

Some of this is inspired by events in my life – to allow me to work out some of the issues I’ve had in the last year.

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Bucky watched as your eyes glazed over with panic.

“What do you mean?!” You shouted as you jumped to your feet and began pacing absentmindedly. “Okay… okay… But did they?” You paused for a moment as you listened to your father on the other side of the line.

“Doll?” Bucky asked as he moved towards you but you held up your hand – effectively freezing him in his tracks. In all the years he had known you he had never witnessed you this upset.

“Okay – no, no. I’ll be there soon,” you replied as you furrowed your brows in concentration. “I love you too, dad.” With this you took the phone from your ear and stared blankly at Bucky.

“Doll, what’s wrong?” he asked as he held your hands in his.

“I… I can’t breathe,” you managed to choke out before Bucky enveloped your shaking body with his warm embrace.

“I’m here… Doll tell me what’s wrong,” he soothed as he rubbed his hands softly on your back.

“My mom… she’s um… she’s sick, Buck. I have to get home,” you sputtered out as you broke from the embrace to begin walking around the bedroom as you searched frantically for your luggage. “I was supposed to fly out next week… I… I don’t know how I’m even going to get a ticket now,” you muttered as you finally found the luggage on the top shelf of your closet.

“Doll,” Bucky breathed into your ear as he wrapped his arms around you. “Go sit down – I will take care of it,” he added as he pulled you gently to your bed.

You sat on the bed dumbfounded as Bucky carefully packed all the things he knew you would need or want. Even in your haze of panic you couldn’t help but notice how well he knew you. You were glad he was with you – glad that for once someone could do the thinking for you, and not pester you about if you were okay like Steve would. You swallowed hard – immediately feeling guilty for comparing your fiancé to his best friend. “Doll?” Bucky’s voice broke your concentration as you blinked and looked up at him. “I’m going to my room to pack. I’ll be right back. I’ve already texted your work to let them know you won’t be coming in this week,” he explained before leaving the room.

Within an hour you were taking off in one of the quinjets from Stark Tower. Bucky had persuaded you that it would be a quicker way of getting to your small hometown. You had relented – deciding to let Bucky make the decisions so you could focus on mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to face.


“Y/N,” Bucky whispered softly as he grasped your shoulders. He didn’t really have the heart to wake you – you had fallen asleep just after leaving New York –he knew the late night, and stress of the news about your mother had exhausted you. He thought that the landing in the small field next to your house in rural Kansas would wake you, but it hadn’t. As much as he wished he could let you sleep – he knew he would just be prolonging the inevitable. “Doll, you need to wake up,” he whispered softly as he stroked the hair from your face.

“Steve?” you murmured. You had been dreaming about Steve, Bucky, and someone being sick, but the haze of sleep kept you from remembering. The sound of Steve’s name on your lips caused Bucky to flinch which prompted you to open your eyes. “Bucky? I’m sorry… I was dreaming… I… are we here already?” you asked as you rubbed your eyes wearily.

Bucky tried his best to swallow his reaction. Now was not the time to be jealous – he was here for you in the absence of his best friend, and the man you loved. “We just landed. I called your sister and she told me where the keys to the pickup are so we can get to the hospital. Come on – I’ll get the bags later,” he replied as he offered you his hand. You took it willingly and he helped pull your tired aching body from the seat. He held you for a moment as he looked at your hand – not letting it go. “Where’s your ring?” he asked quietly – immediately realizing you weren’t wearing it.

You bit your lower lip nervously as you internally chastised yourself for your decision. “I… I didn’t think now was the time to… you know,” you shrugged lamely. If you were honest it was partly for that reason, but also because it was a constant reminder of the nagging anxiety you felt when you thought about your future.

Bucky could tell that you weren’t being completely honest with him, but he knew that you loved Steve – regardless of your reasoning, and he reminded himself of that as he quelled the bubble of hope that rose inside of him. “You’re right, doll. Come on, let’s get going,” he said with a sad smile as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “They’re expecting us.”


The trip to the hospital was uneventful. Bucky was hell-bent on driving but finally relented once you pointed out that you were much more familiar with the area than he was, given that you had lived here for most of your life. You tried to stay as focused on the road as you could, but it was damn near impossible – which resulted in you swerving onto the side of the road several times –much to the dissatisfaction of your passenger.

As you entered the hospital you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. It drove you to walk quickly as you searched frantically for your mother’s room. As you turned the corner of a narrow hallway on the eleventh floor you caught sight of your family huddled outside of a room with a partially closed door. Sara, your eldest sister, was the first to see you as she pulled away from her husband and met you halfway down the hall.

“What…” you began in a choked whisper as you took in the sight before you.

“She’s gone,” she answered sadly as she embraced you.

You stumbled back from the embrace as you struggled for air. “But I’m here. I’m here. I’m here!” you said frantically as tears spilled from your eyes. “I… I didn’t know…. I…. but I’m here,’ you sobbed as you stumbled back into Bucky’s warm chest – his arms immediately wrapped around you. “I… Bucky… I didn’t get to say goodbye…”

Bucky felt hollow as he held you. He so desperately wanted to tell you that everything was going to be okay, but he knew the bitterness of loss. He had tasted it one too many times in his life. He tightened his embrace around your waist as you sobbed into his chest. “I know, doll,” he whispered soothingly. “Come on, let’s go say goodbye now,” he whispered sweetly as he helped guide you to the room.

As you looked down upon your mother’s body your last bit of resolve disintegrated. Bucky held on to you as you blubbered through your goodbye and your apologies for not being there for her. You knew in your heart that you had failed her by not being with her at the end, and it hurt worse than anything you had ever experienced. As you gently squeezed her hand you couldn’t reconcile the fact that while she was before you she wasn’t truly there. She was gone. The words you spoke would float endlessly through the air, but not to her. You closed your eyes as you leaned your head back on Bucky’s shoulder – the last of your bitter tears falling from your eyes as you succumbed to the numbness that death so often brings. “Take me home, Buck,” you whispered as his embrace tightened around you.


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