OKAY so I finally got round to putting a masterlist together - I will link it to the blog. These stories are currently in chronological order and include a mix of prompted imagines and posted stories but I will organise it further as the list grows. (M) stands for mature aka smut. Let me know if you’re having problems with the links or format!
Summary: After the fall, you’ve lost all hope of seeing your boyfriend again. But Sherlock always has a trick up his sleeve…
A/N: Kind of inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Photograph
(Not my gif)
You lost count of how long you sat on his bed crying. All you could think about was the few seconds where time seemed to stand still, as his coat fanned out around him like a parachute. A parachute that didn’t stop hitting the cold, wet concrete slabs. Taking a deep breath, you sat up and wiped your puffy red eyes with your sleeve. On the right side of the bed, on your bedside table, a framed photograph stood amongst other belongings of yours. It seemed to taunt you with the memories it held, memories of when you were happy. Memories of when you had Sherlock.
“Come on, Sherlock!” you huffed, fighting the grin trying to make an appearance on your face as you jumped as high as you could. The curly haired detective chuckled, holding your book higher above his head. This had been going on for ten minutes now. “Say it! Say that I’m more fun than John!” he laughed, holding the book higher still. Sighing, you stepped back, hands raised in surrender. “Fine. You’re more fun than John. Even if you can be an annoying git sometimes,” you added. He raised his eyebrows. “Actually, I think I might keep this book. It sounds quite good,” he grinned, sitting down on his armchair and opening the book. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind, pressing a kiss to his sharp cheekbone. “You’re much better than John,” you mumbled. He smiled softly, turning his head to catch your lips with his. The two of you were disturbed by the sound of a camera going off. Looking up, you saw John lowering his phone with a grin. “I’m sending this to Lestrade. Proof that Sherlock Holmes has a heart doesn’t come along often.”
You were cruelly awoken from your daydream by someone clearing their throat nervously. Looking up, you saw Mrs Hudson hovering in the doorway, tears welling in her eyes. “Is it true?” she asked, knowing the answer just by looking at you. You bit your lip, nodding as more tears started flowing. She covered her mouth to stifle a sob, turning away slightly. “You take as long as you need, dear,” she whispered, shutting the door behind herself. Trying not to look over at his side of the bed or any of his belongings, you picked up the photograph, sliding it into your pocket and standing up. You weren’t sure where you were going, this was your only home. You just knew that right now you couldn’t stay.
You were barely aware of the rain falling around you as you trudged slowly home. If you’d been more vigilant, you would have seen the darkening clouds looming ominously overhead and hailed a cab. Having said that, you might also have noticed the curly haired man in the trench coat following you at a distance, a sad look on his thin face. Somehow you made it to your parents’ house, locking the door behind you and finally allowing yourself to break down. You were grateful that they weren’t home, as your screams and sobs would have frightened the lives out of them. You sunk to the floor with your back against the wall, fumbling in your pocket for the photograph. You were dimly aware of a stinging pain in your knees; you must have tripped and ripped your jeans at some point. None of that pain was worth noticing, though. It was nothing compared to the hollow ache where your heart used to be.
*two years later*
You’d returned to Baker Street a few months ago, against the advice of your friends and family. They’d warned you that it would remind you of Sherlock, that it would just bring up old memories. That had settled it for you, and you’d finished packing an hour later. You were just trying to shove your empty suitcase under the bed when you heard the voice. You hadn’t believed in ghosts before then, but you weren’t given much choice after you heard him. “No place like home, hmm?” Your breath caught in your throat, and you hit your head off the underside of the bed. Cursing, you crawled backwards out from under the bed, turning to face the door. “Oh my god,” you whispered, looking up into Sherlock’s eyes. He smiled slightly. “You’re the second person who’s said that to me today.” Snapping out of your reverie, you slapped him across the face. “I thought you were dead, you bastard. Two years, Sherlock, two bloody years!” He sighed, rubbing his cheek gingerly. “I must say, you hit harder than John did.” “Shut up!” you glared at him. “Shut up with your smart arse comments and think about someone other than yourself for once! I was depressed for two years, because I thought the man I loved was dead! John had to go back to his therapist!” A look that may have been guilt flashed across his face. “And for that, I am truly sorry,” he said softly. Your anger faded, your eyes filling with tears. “Are you really back?” you whispered. He nodded, and you wrapped your arms around him tightly. He held you just as tight, rubbing your back as sobs shook your body. “We’ll be alright,” he promised quietly. “It will get easier.” And right then, with his arms around you for the first time in two years, and his heartbeat steady and strong next to your ear, you believed him.
Hi guys! It’s
really unbelievable for me that I post my writing in english. I write in
hungarian since 2012 but this is my first time to translate something to
english. I hope you will enjoy it and please be gentle because my first
lenguage isn’t english and tried to do my best but I don’t know if it was
enough. I hope it’s okay for you! Enjoy this little thing of mine!
to say that this story has already two parts but only the first one is
translated and If you liked this one just let me know and I translate the other
one too! I really appreciate the feedback! Thanks!
first part is quite a personal one because the girl’s thoughts are my real
thoughts and I am currently in the same situation as her… I just began my
journey but I’m really enjoying it! Hope you don’t mind I wrote about it!
Stan x reader
Word count: 4404
Summary: Going to
the gym have become an addiction to our reader. But it was a good one because
she needed this. She wanted to get back her body, the control of it. She needed
this… and one day when she had almost quit… she met someone.
Inspiration: When I
first heard the song I was already in love with it… but when I saw the video…
it was my ultimate motivation. I knew I had to write about it!
me know what you think after reading this part! THANK YOU!
I knew this wouldn’t be easy but I also knew that I had done
it before so I can and I will do it again. But this time with more insistence
and more presence of mind. I have never been a skinny girl I was more a curvy
one or even bigger than that. During my high school years I lost 45 pounds but
after that I didn’t pay much attention to my meals and workouts so what I had
lost then… I got it back. Even if I was healthy I didn’t felt good in my own
skin. I wasn’t mad at myself because I
knew that I can do it again and now I have the real willpower and
self-disclipne that will help me. When I started this again I knew that I
needed this kind of constancy in my life. This was the only stable point in my
days: going to the gym, every single day.
I don’t say that every single day I had the motivation and the
smile on my face when I hit the treadmill or anything else in the gym but I
knew it then and I know it now too that whenever I am able to do even a 20
minutes workout it’s more than nothing. I can do it, I can do it… it was my
I was spending my third year at the NYU. Before I lived in a
little town but I always loved the spirit of New York and I really needed a
change after my years at high school. I had to get out that ambience, that town
because I felt I was choking there and that it was poisoning me constantly. My
so-called friends, my family… everything made me want to leave.
This all happened 3 years ago. I had my own ups and downs but
I always thought about myself as a positive girl, so when I had enough of the
poison I decided to put myself first and get the control of my body back.
This decision was made 4 months ago after I got back to New
York from my trip to my hometown where I had my worst days of my life… I felt
really hopeless and I knew if I don’t figure it out soon how to get rid of this
stress… it could end really bad.
During the last 4 months the gym, my workouts were my refuges
and some kind of addiction but my body was really thankful for that. I really
changed my lifestyle, I was on a quite strict diet but it was worth it (I
needed that change because the things I was eating… was all trash). Just after the end of my 4th month in the gym
I checked my weight on the bathroom scales. 23 pounds were gone. I am not
really a scale person because I don’t believe in numbers but this time it made
me really happy… like I felt I could fly.
When I started all this and I was searching for a gym the
most important thing for me was to find one that is not so popular. I don’t
have problems with dealing with people I think I am a really friendly person I
just wanted a real quiet place that was all. All I wanted that was to focus on
myself and not anybody else.
As the days and months passed I worked up my own routine.
When I got out of the dressing-room I put my headpones on and shut out the
world. Sometimes I lost myself so much in the music that I started to dance or
even sing a little bit. I didn’t care, other people opinion never bothered me.
I did this for myself and this was the most important thing for me. It was my
But today didn’t started the way I wanted and the problem
wasn’t even that it was Monday. When I woke up I felt that I have zero
motivation and I don’t want to get out of the bed… for a week. At least. I had
no strenght and no humour. I was thinking about quitting this whole damn thing.
- You still here? – my roommate entered in my room with so
much noise that if I would have been sleeping she would have woken me up. But I
was not sleeping at all.
- As you can see. – I waved her then let my arm fall back to
the pillows. I didn’t want to move at all.
- By this time… you usually are at the gym already… aren’t
you? – she asked me and I pulled my cover to my face. I just couldn’t imagine
that I would get out of this bed today.
- Hmmm… I have literally no motivation for life today. – I
said and took my pillow to my face and screamed into it. I did not really know
where I wanted to be.
- My darling… you are the one who finished her exams already
and not me… I had 4 more to go… you have plenty of time doing whatever you want
and I know that the gym became an obsession of yours these days and you don’t
like to skip your workouts so… better get yourself together and get out of this
bed. Anyway… I brought you some breakfast!- she said and she waited until I
sticked out my head from under my pillow.
- Ohh… that’s so thoughtful!- I smiled at her and took my
shaker from her hand. – You shouldn’t have… - I shook my head while I had my
first sip, it was my favorite: strawberry-banana-milkshake. I rubbed my eyes
once or twice and tried to believe that I don’t have bags under them. I knew I
looked terrible… like somone who hasn’t slept the last few days… and it was
- I would do anything instead of stuDYING… you can believe
me… I was thinking about cleaning the windows… - she said with a disgusted face.
It was quite a funny face… for me.
- When do have your exams today? – I asked her.
- One at 1 pm and the
other one at 4 pm. – she replied and I saw that she is about to die. If she was
thinking about cleaning the windows… she was really dying.
- Until that… you have plenty of time to clean the windows… -
I said and I started to laugh and she inmediatly joined me. This is what
friends are for… to make each other laugh. To make each other life better.
I knew that she don’t usually study on the day of the exams so
she made herself other mission… and it was: motivating me. She got out of my
bed, took my laptop and made a motivation playlist on my iTunes and even
started to dance and asked me to do that too. And the mission was completed…
when Shake it off by Taylor Swift came on… I couldn’t hold back my moves.
After our morning dance session I had enough motivation to
leave our dormitory but when I arrived to the gym it was all gone. The gym
stepper broke when I was at it and I almost fell of the treadmill… and my phone
didn’t just almost fall. It really fell. I was so misarable I wanted to die.
- Is everything okay? – a familiar voice asked me when I was
sitting on the floor trying to put my mobile back together. Just like a puzzle.
- Mmmm… sure… - I nodded and when I looked up to see who this
unknown familiar guy was I almost had an heart attack. Like a real one… because
the guy who stood next to me was Sebastian Stan.
- I’m glad to hear that. – he smiled and pulled back his
baseball cap while wiping away his sweat from his forehead then he got on the
treadmill next to me and continued this plan. Nobody bothered to ask me while I
was almost crying on the floor… only he did this.
I thought that I should do the same thing but before that I
had to stay alive… like I just had an inner heart attack. Sebastian f*cking
Stan was in the same gym as I was. He could choose any fancy gyms in New York
but he choose this one. What were the chances? My soul tumbled one and I just
hoped really really strongly that my feelings were not on my face… just inside
of me… in my mind.
After a few minutes I got up and looked in the mirror. There
wasn’t anything strange on my face so I calmed down… I kept it cool and least I
tried. I decided to get back on the treadmill but this time the only free one
was the one next to Sebastian. I couldn’t believe it. I tried act normal and
beside the first few minutes when I looked like a ghost I succeeded to focus on
my cardio. Slowly my face turned quite red and started to sweat like a pig but
somehow I liked it even if it was disgusting. I didn’t even realise that I
spent more time on the treadmill than I usually did. Maybe the man next to me
or his smile that I sometimes saw in the mirror kept me going. He was like a
I didn’t know that I will have ever a day quite like monday
was but I didn’t care. I saw Sebastian Stan when I had no motivation and
without even a word he helped me that rough time of mine. It was all magic I
knew… even only with his presence he was capable to do this. That week I didn’t
skipp not even once my workouts and I tried to do my best and even better than
that. Maybe the reason of my energy was the fact that Seb returned to the gym
every single day on that week. We didn’t speak at all. I didn’t have the
courage and I kept the distance but sometimes I secretly looked in his way and what
I saw always kept me going. His presence kept me going and thanks to him I
didn’t give up.
May or may not I liked him a little… a more than a little. He
was an amazing person, a talented actor and he was so down to earth. Sometimes
the world of tumblr sucked me up and every single time I had to realise that
this man can not be real, he had to be something supernatural.
I never deny that I am part of a generation with my twenty
something years where the people live in a relationship with their phone. When
I don’t have company I am usually on one of my social websites because I like
these things. It’s really interesting that these sites help me a lot because
everytime I see a post from one of my favorite artist, musician, actor who
captured their time in gym or something like this it motivates me because I see
that they are in the same situation as I am and for their health they have to do
something too. They are real people just like us. It was a common point in our
life. They knew that it was important what they communicate to the people, to
their fans and their words, their actions, pictures could mean the world to
someone, they really have the power to motivate a lot of people. This happened
to me too.
I didn’t know what to hope… maybe that Seb was planning to
move into the gym but this didn’t happened. After that miracle week he never
showed up again. I expected that this was going to happen because I knew that he
is an actor and he travels a lot because of the shootings but it happened too
fast… I needed his presence. Maybe it was a silly thing of mine but I didn’t
care but I also knew that the show must go on.
I kept his memory in my mind and everytime I felt bad and
reminded myself that he was here and what a lucky girl I am that I shared with
him the gym.
The next 4 months easily flew away and we were already in the
middle of may. These days I was the happiest girl in the entire world because I
finally reached my body goal. Like in the t-shirt that I brought to my first
workout session I would fit like 4 times. This time I loved my body like never
before. I felt really healthy and strong. I felt like I can beat anything and I
can face everything. The best part of it was that I had to change almost my
full closet because my clothes were to baggy. I loved this feeling.
- Even if the windows are open… this gym is like hell. I felt
like I am next to Satan. I could blow up outside. – two girls walked in the
dressing room when I was dressing up. – Hi. – they saluted me.
- Hi. – I said back and I decided hearing them that this time
I won’t keep any t-shirt on myself and I put away my leggins too. It was my
bravest outfit here… like ever. But I felt really confident about myself so wanted
to surprise myself a bit so I just got a sports bra and a really short short.
After I finished my spring exams I was happily headed to the
gym like I was dancing while stepping in here. I was so happy with everything
that I could not imagine anything that could make this even better.
- Y/N… right? – just before I stepped outside one of the
girls from before said my name. I inmediatly turned my way back to them.
-Right. – I nodded I tried to figure it out what they wanted
from me while I was smiling so hard I couldn’t believe that that didn’t hurt
- You are unbelievable… the body you achieved… your
transformation… wow. – one of them said and hearing this from strangers was one
of the best thing in the world.
- Just a few weeks ago I started watching your workouts and
all I can say is that even watching you I get exhausted… - the other one said
this and started to laugh.
- Your are a real pro… We just saw your transformation
picture on the wall. Congrats on that! – the blonde one said this and I didn’t
really get what she was talking about. I thought that I was mistaken for
- Ohh… you didn’t know… - they were really surprised. – You
should check it out… - they said and saying a quick goodbye I headed to the
desk where I knew I could see what they are talking about.
And they were not lying. I was really on the
motivation/transformation wall. I almost started crying because of my
happiness. Seeing my before-after picture was surreal. 50 pounds minus.
- Wow… - all I could say was this.
- Ohh… Y/N. – the girl behind the desk just noticed that I
was here. – I hope you are not mad that we put your picture out here without
asking you… but we needed a freshening and we thought about you last night with
the other girls so… We hope you don’t mind… If you do we can take it off right
know. – she said but I shook my head. I was so moved by this and instantly felt
so much energy in my body that I thought I was gonna explode… because of
happiness of course.
- Don’t worry at all. All I can say is… thank you. It means a
lot to me. – I smiled at her and almost flew to the mirrors where I warmed up
my body for my running time. I felt like I could run the marathon.
Even after my long time on the treadmill my smile still was
on my face. It was really permanent. I was so happy with the picture I saw in
the mirror. I was kinda proud of myself.
When I jumped off the treadmill and started to stretch my
legs someone from behind me touched me legs and I almost fell down. I only did
it almost because this someone helped me avoid the falling with his body. And
he not just helped me not to meet with the ground but he helped me stretch. My
right leg was put next to my head on the wall.
- I hope you don’t mind… - he said getting even closer to my
back and felt real goosebumps on every part of body. EVERY DAMN PART.
If I said that this place was hell before now… it was hell
multiplied by infinity. I was about to start burning.
- Ohmmm… nope. – I muttered with a shaking voice and slowly
let my leg down and turned around just to do the same thing with my other leg
but this time I had to face him. I had to face Sebastian. He was here. He was
back. Specifically right next to my body. I even forgot to get a heart attack.
- I saw you arriving… I couldn’t believe my eyes. – he
explained and without any hesitation he helped me strechted my other leg and
arm. – You did a really amazing job with your body. – he looked at me up and
down with a real big smile. I think my face got a new shade of red while he was
doing this. – Ohh… I am so rude… I didn’t even introduced myself… Sebastian
Stan. - he said and lent his hand to mine. When our hands touched I almost died
inside. I didn’t know what was happening to me. My body have go to an unknown
- Y/N. – I said quitely and closed my eyes. I was certain
about that one of my nightmares became reality and I fell one of the weights on
my head and I was already black-out. This could not happen.
- It’s kinda cute when you blush… - he said and smiled at me.
When I opened my eyes he were still there. In front of me.
- I just trying to get my lungs back. – I explained and I
didn’t really know what to do now… like run away or something?
- By chance… do you want to stretch with me a little more and
after that workout together. I just got back to the city yesterday and my
workout buddies aren’t here yet. – he asked me smiling and… I almost died.
Almost died inside. How supposed to answer to that? Is there somebody who could
say no to this?
- Ohmmm… - I couldn’t find the right words. I didn’t even now
where my head is.
- Oh God… Shit… I didn’t want to scare you. – he smiled at me
shyly and ran his fingers through his freshly cut hair. When he was here months
before he had much longer hair but it was all gone. – I just really find you an
inspirational person… I saw your picture on the wall and wow… you are quite
amazing. What a strength, a real commitment! – he admitted and in that moment I
didn’t really know that I wanted… to put myself in the ground or go to heaven
- Me? Inspirational? – I started to laugh like a little kid.
It was really awkward. – You were the one that helped me no to stop this whole
thing… when you appeared here months before I was about to quit the whole thing…
and you gave me so much energy… you could not believe. – when I started to say
these things I inmediatly regreted it.– Oh Jesus Christ…I just talked too
much. I am so sorry… I didn’t… - shook
my head, picked up my towel and my water and just wanted to go as far from here
as much I could. – I’m such an idiot. – I told myself when I felt fingers
around me wrist.
- Just slow down a little bit… - he span me a little just to
face him… this time I met his body again. His chest. I thought that I could not
be in a more awkward situation… I was wrong. - … so you remembered me? You were
thinking about me? – in his words I heard his smile that was on his face. I
coulnd’t look at him, I was so scared.
- I think I just gave myself away… - muttered myself quitly
and I didn’t know which situation was worse… the one I was currently in where I
only could see his sculpted body because of the sweat that soaked his t-shirt
or the other one (which didn’t happened yet) where I looked into his eyes. I
was out of control. I knew that my workout for today was over because if I
would done anything after this I would probably die… at least.
- Good… because you were on my mind a lot while I was away…
it was a really long 4 months… really, really long. – when he said this I started to laugh. This
could not happen, I thought. – What is so funny? – he asked and I don’t know
how he made me look into his eyes. It was all magic.
- This is unbelievable… the biggest lie on the planet. – I
rolled my eyes still laughing.
- You think I’m lying? – he didn’t get my reaction.
- Or you just bumped your head somewhere. – I told him a much
more realistic explanation.
- A-a… - he shook his head and put his fingers in his hair. –
It’s quite unbelievable that you don’t believe me… and now… I will convince you
that I would never lie to you… never. –he said and pulled my hand in his and
started to go to that separeted part of the gym where all the mattresses,
boxing bagges and these type of stuff were.
- I am done for today. – I was so glad that he finally
- Now… I know that you are lying. – he said and I think he thought that he
knows everything. He was quite confident now but it was rare… not because he
wouldn’t had reason to be but this was different.
- I changed. People change. – I said back and I shocked
myself too that I was this fast at feedback.
- Nice try. – he said and pulled off the towel from my hand
and first he looked and the ground than at me… and he repeated this a few
- You don’t usually give up… don’t you? – I asked him. I was
a really headstrong girl and not even a bit naiv or stupid. I always knew when
something was a lie.
- I know that you don’t want me to give up… I know it well. –
he said with such a confidence that I started to laugh… again. – I’m glad that
I can make laugh a beautiful girl like you. – he said and then I was really
shocked. People don’t usually say this kind of things to me. Especially not
men…. or when they do they make it as a joke. They don’t know the real meaning
of the word, its weight. Sometimes I think about myself as a beautiful girl…
but only in my head. I don’t usually say it out loud.
- If I am willing to be you workout buddy… will you shut up? –
I proposed an option that surprised me as well. I should’ve gone already… what
the hell am I doing right now?
- Maybe… - he thought about it a bit with a childish smile
and before I fell to to ground because of my heart attack I sat down without
getting any injury. He just wanted to stretch a bit and do a workout. I can make that. I tought. - …
don’t panic… it’s just me… - he went to my back and put his hand on my lower
part and started to pull me forwards carefully.
- Ohh… - the sound that left my mouth was not for this place.
– Ohhh… - I couldn’t hold it back. He continued what he was doing and it felt
amazing. I felt my muscles calm down even the ones that I had no idea that existed.
- Tranquilly… just let it out… - he whispered this in my ear
and I couldn’t do anything but oblige him. It was quite pornographic… I mean
the sounds were. When he disappeared from behind me I almost cried out loud.
Maybe not just almost. I will dig myself to the ground. I knew it. – Take it
easy… I’m right here. – he said and I inmediatly knew he was in front of me. He
sat down, straddled just like me, got my hands and pulled me forward for his
way. I had to bite my lips not to cry out load. It was again that phornographic
sound… and feeling. After a few moments I did the same with him and he let it
out the same sounds. I blushed. There was a moment where I thought that what
would it be like to pull his body to mine… just to cover me. I had to wake up
from this dream.
- Do you want to try something new? Do you trust me? – he
asked and when he stood up he helped me to get up too. His touch made me almost
die. I will not survive this day.
- I am all yours. – spread my arms and when I realised what I
just said I had to turn him my back and get a deep breath. Can I just disappear
right now? – Can we just forget what I said? – said to him when I was facing
him again. I really hoped that he would say yes.
- Nope… - he shook his head frimly and his lips formed a
really wild smile.
- Excuse me… what?
- Not just we will not forget this… but I will remind you
again… and again… and again… that you are all mine… all mine
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Summary: On a sweltering
hot summer’s evening, Kurt discovers a new cheesecake bakery in his Bushwick
neighborhood. He soon realizes the true meaning of Valentine’s Day. An
alternative meeting, written for the 2016 Klaine Valentines Challenge on Tumblr. The
song used in the story is “Everything Has Changed” performed by
Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran.
This story is dedicated to @therealblainepuppet and @truebluekurt Your blogs’ posts and
photographs brighten up my day! If you haven’t discovered their puppet magic, please
go to their blogs on Tumblr. Here
is the post that inspired the story.
A big thank you to my beta, @sunshineoptimismandangels,
although all mistakes are mine. Go check her out her stories - they are really
wonderful and leave you at the edge of your seat until the very end. Her
stories are nothing like the fluffiness you are about to read!
So, I finally had to courage to write something and post it here. It’s my first time posting something in english, so I’m sorry for any mistakes, but I’m so excited for the next ep that I just want to write Klaine nonstop haha. The fic is kind of inspired on Ed Sheeran’s Photograph and it takes place between 6x02 and 6x04. Hope you enjoy it :) ~ 2,500 words.
When Rachel announced that she would be hosting a party at her dad’s house to celebrate the new New Directions members and the return of the old ones, Kurt already knew it wouldn’t end well. But when Mr. Schue became aware of the celebration and suggested that they also called Blaine and The Warblers, to try to become friendly again, Kurt was sure he was screwed.
a/n: So I was scrolling through old requests and saw one for
“Tenerife Sea” by Ed Sheeran (aka one of the many Ed songs that makes me cry my
eyes out) I changed things up and wrote it from Luke’s POV. Sorry it’s so long lol. The dress Y/N is wearing was inspired by Taylor Swift’s 2013 AMA dress, which I added a link for. I hope you guys like this as much as I
enjoyed writing it! xx, Maggie (check out my personal blog here)
Requested by anon
Tonight was our last night in LA before the boys and I were
leaving for the second leg of the ROWYSO tour. Feldy was throwing us a party at
some club downtown for one last hoorah before we were on the road again for the
next 6 months. I told Y/N we could skip the party and spend our last night
alone together at home, but she insisted that I see all my friends and have a
wild last night in LA.
It was 8 o’clock and Y/N still wasn’t finished getting
dressed, even though the party was starting at 8:30. The lads and I were
sitting in the living room, having a couple of drinks and listening to music,
while we waited for our car to arrive and for Y/N to finish getting ready.
Minutes later, our car pulled up, and I hopped the stairs to knock on Y/N’s
door and tell her it was time to go. I could hear Green Day blasting on the
other side of her door.
“Y/N, we gotta get going! The car is here!”
A few seconds later, Y/N peeked her head out the door. She
had a messy bun on top of her head, and I could tell she was wearing nothing
but a bra and underwear.
“Shit, Luke, I’m not nearly done getting ready. Mind sending
a car for me in 30 minutes? I’ll meet you guys there,” she said, clearly
“Of course,” I responded, laughing at her attire, or lack,
“Thanks, baby. See you soon!” She pecked my cheek and
disappeared with a smile behind her closed door. The boys and I filed into the
car and sped off to the party venue. I couldn’t wait to see what Y/N was going
to be wearing.
It was about an hour into the party, and Y/N still wasn’t
there. I was having a lot of fun catching up with people, tossing back a few beers,
and dancing, not even really remembering that she wasn’t there. That was until
I briefly glanced at the club entrance, just in time to catch the most
beautiful girl in the world stepping into the room.
She was wearing a gold, belted dress that fell mid-thigh and gracefully fit every curve. Her dress was paired
with gold, strappy heels that elongated her legs. Her shiny hair was in loose
waves that fell on the side of her neck, down her shoulders and back. Her lips
were the lightest shade of pink. She looked like a goddess – my goddess.
I immediately excused myself from a conversation and walked
directly towards her. Once she saw me approaching her, she smiled that
beautiful smile and met me halfway. I instantly grabbed her hips and leaned my
forehead down to hers.
“You look so beautiful in your dress, Y/N. I love your hair
like that,” I said softly in awe.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Hemmings,” she said,
grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the bar.
After getting our drinks, Y/N left to go dance with some of
her girl friends. I was leaning against the bar, talking to Jack and Alex from
ATL, when I heard a couple of girls whispering behind me.
“Did you hear that Luke has been cheating on Y/N for months?
I heard he’s been sleeping with groupies all over Europe,” one girl said.
“Yeah, and apparently one of the girls is going to go public
with it!” another one responded.
They went on to say that I have a rumored love-child with a
girl in Japan and said that they heard someone sharing all of this news with
Y/N a few minutes ago. I was outraged at the rumors. I had to find Y/N and
assure her that none of it was true.
I found Y/N sitting on a couch in between Cal and Ash,
throwing her head back laughing at something they said. God was she cute when
she laughed. I walked straight towards her and extended my hand for her to take
“Can we talk?” I said timidly. She flashed a smile and took
“Of course, Lukey.”
I walked her outside of the club so we could talk somewhere
that was a little quieter. Frankly, I was terrified how Y/N was going to react
to the rumors that were flooding her ears, but I had to address them and shut
them down for good.
“Listen, Y/N, I know there are people in there spreading a
lot of lies about me sleeping with girls all around the world, but I want you
to know that none of it is true. I love being with you, and I know the distance
is really hard, but I would never –“
I was cut off with her cold hands on either side of my
cheeks and her soft lips on mine. She tasted like Bacardi and peppermint.
“Luke. I know that none of it is true. Cal, Ash and I were
just laughing about how absurd the rumors are. I trust you too much to ever
believe any of the lies people spread about us. It’s us against the world,
Y/N smirked and removed her hands from my cheeks. I could
see how truthful she was being. She really did trust me. She knew that the only
ones who know the truth are the two of us.
“Thank goodness,” I sighed. “I was scared you were going to
Y/N wrapped her small arms around my torso, and I rested my
chin on her head.
“Never in a million years,” she said. She then grabbed my
hand and pulled me in the opposite direction of the club.
“Where are we going? The club is this way, Y/N,” I said,
“Yeah, I know,” she laughed, “I was just thinking we could
have some of that alone time you promised me.” I smiled widely and followed her
Once we got back to the house, we both kicked off our shoes
and agreed to change into something more comfortable. I instinctively tossed
Y/N one of my oversized band tees, and she threw it over her head with ease.
“Meet me downstairs when you’re done getting changed,” she
yelled to me as she walked out the bedroom door.
I was taking my time getting changed, removing the gel from
my hair and brushing my teeth, when I heard my favorite Ed Sheeran song playing
from downstairs. I let out a laugh, threw a tank over my head, and made my way
downstairs, knowing Y/N had put that song on just for me.
When I entered the living room, I noticed that the lights
were dimmed, and an array of lit candles decorated the room. The fireplace was lit, and in the middle of
the room, there was an elaborate pillow fort made with tons of blankets and
cushions. Y/N and I used to do this all the time when I was home.
“Surprise,” said a small voice behind me. I turned to see
Y/N holding more blankets and a glass of wine.
“You’re the absolute best, Y/N,” I said as I fell right
under the pillow fort. She crawled into the fort with me, and the two of lied
together, listening to music and sipping wine, surrounded by the light of the
candles. I faced her and smiled as her silhouette danced across the covers.
“Your eyes look so blue in this light, Y/N. They remind me
of the Tenerife Sea,” I whispered.
She turned to face me and responded, “Right back at ya,” and
the two of us laughed.
“Now I hope you can understand why I wanted you to leave for
the party before me so I could set all of this up,”
she said, taking another sip of wine, “I also got the boys to stay at Feldy’s
tonight, so we’ve got the whole place to ourselves.” She looked so proud of
herself, and I couldn’t do anything but smile and shift by body closer to hers.
I tipped her chin up to kiss her lips.
“There is no other way I would rather spend my last night
here, Y/N. Thank you for everything,” I whispered.
About a million funny stories and glasses of wine later, we
both started drifting off to sleep. I made sure to blow out all the candles
wrapped the two of us in a warm blanket. Y/N tucked her head on my chest, and I
stroked her hair. I thought about the whole night altogether and decided that
this one of the best nights of my life. I wasn’t thinking about saying goodbye
the next day and leaving Y/N behind, and she wasn’t reminding me either. We
were just living in the moment. And under that fort, with Y/N’s head on my
chest, I realized that I was so in love with the woman lying next to me, and I couldn’t wait another minute without her knowing.
“I love you, Y/N,” I whispered into her ear. I started to freak out when she didn’t say anything back, but then I heard tiny snores coming from her mouth. I laughed and closed my eyes, falling asleep to the sound of her snores and crackling fireplace.
I woke up to Y/N peppering small kisses on my collarbone and sunlight peering in through the cracks of the fort.
“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead. It’s time to get dressed for the airport,” she said, leaving a kiss on my lips. I grunted in response and threw the covers over my head. I stayed like that until I smelled bacon coming from the kitchen.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eye and yawned, making my way over to Y/N leaning over the stovetop.
“Morning, princess,” I said, leaning to kiss her cheek, but she dodged my kiss.
“No more kisses until you get dressed and finish packing!” Y/N said, pointing her spatula at me.
I rolled my eyes and started making my way to the staircase as Y/N continued yelling out things I had to do before we left. I was halfway up the stairs when I heard her voice once more.