let's pretend this is from this years' met

Writing prompt: Last Day of Holiday

He woke up gently, warm and comfortable in the bed he’d spent 7 mornings waking up in. As his eyes adjusted to the late morning light they settled on the dark dusting of hair on Derek’s arm. The arm that was slung around his middle, and the cause of a not insignificant amount of the warmth he was feeling. Derek ran hot. Hotter than humans anyway.

But it didn’t matter how gentle, warm and comfortable his waking was, as soon as his brain caught up with his body the heavy ball of lead in his stomach made itself known. Today was the last morning he’d wake up in this bed, with this warmth. With Derek.

Their escape from reality was over, his life back in Beacon Hills could be avoided no longer. His life of college essays and part time jobs and werewolves and danger and other people. His life of being ignored by Derek in the name of keeping up the pretence that they weren’t in love with each other.

No. Scratch that. He wasn’t in love, he couldn’t be. They’d made that deal. One week. One week together to get it out of their systems, to let each other give in to the desire that had been simmering below the surface of their every exchange since the day they met 2 years ago. They’d made the deal. No feelings were going to be had. Sexual tension, untensed. That’s all this was. That’s all he’d let it be.

At least, out loud.

Privately, he’s going to allow himself to never forget the 7 days in Derek’s bed, in Derek’s arms. 7 days of whispers and moans and sweat soaked skin. 7 days of soft touches and harsh kisses and teeth grazing skin. This holiday from reality had become the only reality he ever wanted to experience.

Beside him, Derek shifted. He decided to pretend to be asleep just a little bit longer.

The Ocean Calls

If you don’t already know, I’m very much in love with @nightships​‘ Surfer AU verse, and while she was writing an extra in that world (it’s beautiful, go read it, no bias here), she was kind enough to let me join her and play around a bit with her characters myself! This is what happened.

Summary: Standing in front of her with a board tucked under his arm, the only explanation Killian could offer was “It’s been a long time.” It hadn’t been, though. Not really. Emma hadn’t even known him as long as he’d been off a board, and even for her, the thought of him in the ocean at the mercy of the waves and the sharks was terrifying. It hadn’t been nearly long enough to erase that fear. And yet here they were.

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anonymous asked:

This might sound strange but thank you for helping me become more comfortable with my body and helping me realize that you don't have to new a size 0 to be beautiful

Let me tell you something. One of the greatest things I ever did was pretend I had forgotten how I looked. I was 12 and I noticed that the loudest and proudest people were the ones other kids wanted to be friends with. I used to be the kid who would spend their lunch break pretending to be a warrior vampire mermaid dragon hybrid. So being someone I’m not is kind of an art at this point. 

Let me tell you what happened when I started acting like I wasn’t overweight. 

  • I met my best friend, we’ve been best friends for 8 years and I learnt from her that you can be skinny as a leaf and still feel the way I did every day. 
  • My opinion and my voice started to matter. Because I felt comfortable enough to give it. 
  • People started to like me. I wasn’t background noise anymore I was feeling valid. I felt like I cracked the code.
  • I lost weight. Not on purpose I just ran around a lot more and walked my friends home because I love them.
  • People asked me advice on how to be confident.
  • People had CRUSHES on me. I DATED. It was super exciting considering my total lack of appeal.

When I started to slip. When I was self conscious in front of my friends about my arms or my stomach. When I was too tired to not keep it up. Nothing changed. It wasn’t me pretending that made all of that happen, because people know what I look like. They’re looking right at me. And because I put myself out there and cared about them they love me regardless.

People see you beyond the physical. And for the record I have a boyfriend who see’s my physical too (no filter) and drools over me. Its about personal power. Its about rocking your vessel where ever you go. I wasted years of my life forgetting how beautiful I am. My most important piece of advice I can possibly offer is- 

Its stupidly simple. Clothes don’t hide shit. If someone is being nice to you or reaching out its not because you’re convincing. Its because your size doesn’t matter at all. if you’re a good person you will succeed in life. 

I know you are beautiful. I don’t need a picture to know that. You message was written with love, appreciation and kindness and if you have all that going for you you don’t need a thing more. I love you.

(PSA: About the people who have a problem with how you look please don’t bother they’re not worth knowing if that is their outlook and being like that makes them an uglier person than I can imagine.)

One Hell of a Good Dream

Genre(s): Smut with a sprinkle of fluff, 2009!Dan x 2016!Phil, and if you squint- pastel!Dan and Punk!Phil

Word Count:  4k

Warning(s): Overstimulation, pinning, handjobs, riding, rough sex, age gap, very minor body image issues, aftercare

Summary: 2009!Dan is transported to 2016, and even then Phil can’t resist.

A/N: It’s been a while everyone, it’s been a while. Yeah so have some (barely edited) porn w/o plot (okay maybe a bit of plot but you have to squint) Oh and the title probably won’t make sense till the end because I’m just so great with titles

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See You Later

I loved her, sure. But love doesn’t keep the water out of the bottom of the boat, does it?

(It ended and I moved away.)

Abiding by the unspoken contract written when you go and break someone’s heart, I was careful to not contact her. The days went on, the weeks marched by. I was so sure that I was important. That I was the love of her life. Wasn’t I? Months passed, and nothing. Once, I got a late night call from an unknown number. Convinced it was a drunk dial, I waited a full two days before calling her back. It was a window cleaning service.

She’s moved on, I thought. Good for her, good for her. Good for us both, really. Yes. Good for us both.

I went on dates, sure. Of course I did. But the porridge was always just a little too hot or a little too cold; the beds too hard or too soft. And I was always gone before morning.

Years went by. No contact.

The dates went on, endlessly. Nothing stuck. Good for her, I would think as I ordered another late night Uber home. Good for her. I thought of calling. Maybe sending a fake drunk text to test the waters. But I never did. No; even if he’s lucky, a man only gets a few chances in a life to tell someone else an absolute truth. And I told her that she deserved better than me.

I’ve never had a problem saying goodbye. Some people hate it, some are terrible at it. Not me. I prefer the finality: Goodbye. That’s it. Time’s up. Pencils down. Most people try to soften the blow; they’ll say “see you soon” or “see you later” or “I’ll text you and we’ll get together”. But there are never any texts. There are never any get togethers. They don’t see each other soon, later, or ever again. They’re all just pretending, afraid of the sad truth: That this will be the last time they’ll be together. That their story, the straight line drawn from when they first met, ends here.

Better to just be honest. Say goodbye. Let it end. Let it go.

Regret: The curse of the modern man. You can’t change the past - it’s set in stone, carved in concrete. You can’t escape it - its slippery coils surround us day in and day out. Look up at the night sky; you’re not looking at what’s out there now, you’re looking at light that existed millions of years ago. You’re wishing on stars that have long since burnt out. The night sky is a vast tapestry of the past of the entire universe - a stifling cloak, woven thick with the endless black of night, hanging above us all while we sleep. How are we to dream of the future? How are we to wish for something new?

Of course, you can’t see the stars when you live in a big city. Too much pollution to see the sky, to be reminded of the past. How convenient for the man who wants to escape from himself. 

So I moved across the country, to Los Angeles. It had been years, too many to count. I was single, alone, and - for all my outward self confidence and bluster, soundly defeated - so it felt a bit unfair that Life would suddenly invite me to a wedding of our mutual friends. But invited I was. It would seem that there’s no statute of limitations on Karma.

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i get that no one likes bill kessler from ice but come on just imagine for a moment that he’s a widower and lost his wife like five years ago (and they got married at the lodge right before his grandmother sold it!!!!) and just comes to the lodge to relive his childhood and go ice fishing and listen to their wedding song on his shitty radio and play some old game with some weird kid that he just met and pretend he’s not falling apart at the seams

Prying Eyes

{A/N: This is my first time writing angst so……here you go.}

You quietly close the door, hoping that you aren’t too loud. You tiptoe to your bedroom and smile when you see a sleeping Jungkook splayed out on the bed. You snuggle up beside him and go to sleep.

You wake up in the morning to a stern voice. “Y/N, get up.” You stir, wondering what is wrong.

“Who’s Ray?” You hear him say. You snap out of drowsiness. “What?”

“Don’t play me for a fool. I’ve noticed you sneaking out almost every night. Where do you go that late? Now I see this on your phone?” He dangles your phone inches away from your face.

“You went through my phone? Give me that.” You snatch it from his hands and see what he’s talking about.

Ray: 3am is the best time to have fun. Just like every night, you rocked. :)

You sigh. “Ray’s my friend, I go to see her at night.” You feel your boyfriend’s glare bore holes through your skin. “Ever since before I met you.”

“That sounds like a load of bullshit. There’s stuff you aren’t telling me.” His sharp tone brings tears to your eyes. “Look, I’m not cheating on you if that’s what you’re worried about.” You state, sitting up.

“How do I know you’re telling the truth? I love you, I tell you things about me and do things for you but I don’t feel like you’re opening up to me. In the entire year that I’ve spent with you since we met, not once have you told me anything about before. For all I know you could have some random ex you meet up with every night.”

“Jeon Jungkook for the love of God I moved in with you because I love you too. Forgive me if I need time to tell you things! And when have I ever broken your trust for you to come in here accusing me of lying?” You question.

He raises an eyebrow, leaning forward. “When did I say you were lying? All I know is there’s more to your story and I want to know what you’re hiding.” His position is threatening. “Shouldn’t you tell me if you have nothing to hide? If you aren’t cheating?” He tilts his head. It hurts you how your sweet boyfriend could be so terrifying when angry.

“You want to know the whole story?” You ask. He nods defiantly. “You want everything? Every last piece of me poured out to you? Fine!” You shout. You don’t care about the tears beginning to spill out of your eyes.

“Two and a half years ago there was this guy. I fell in love, and so did he. Or so he said. He turned out to be abusive and I didn’t know how to get out of the relationship.” You speak quickly before he can respond. “You know why I always wear full sleeves and long jeans?” You slide up your sleeves and pant legs, exposing your healed bruises and marks. You hear him inhale sharply.

“Once, one of my friends mentioned a dance teacher who also taught self defense privately. I begged him to let me do the ‘dance’ classes, pretending it was for him. That’s where I met Raven, Ray. She helped me so much, teaching me and others in the night when everyone should be asleep. The dancing was a cover for those we were defending ourselves from.”

“It took me half a year to defend myself from this monster and escape. I got a restraining order on him now. I owe it all to Ray, and she’s become one of my closest friends. So I still go to her classes to dance with her and teach the others.”

“After that I couldn’t trust myself to fall in love again, but a couple of months later I met you!” You wipe your tears, noticing Jungkook quietly sitting in front of you, a mixture of shock and regret on his face. “I met you, and you allowed me to love and be loved. But dammit Jungkook, I can’t do this if you’re going to question my loyalty, invade my privacy and pry the words out of me.”

You slide out of bed and head to the door. “Y/N wait.” You turn around.

“I didn’t mean to, I mean, I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” Jungkook’s voice is soft and quieter.

“Of course you didn’t know, but you had to force it out of me before I was ready.” You chuckle sadly. “I need to take a walk.” You slip out the door, leaving a sad, almost teary Jungkook behind.

“I need to control my anger.” He mumbles regretfully, sighing as he slumps into the bed.

stupid boy; a baron corbin fanfiction

SUMMARIZED: Dolph is the stupid boy in this tale. Baron is the best friend of Dolph’s long time fiance, Stevie.. But Baron wants to be more. A car accident one night sort of takes this whole little story and it turns it on it’s head when Stevie wakes up from the accident and doesn’t seem to remember Dolph or their relationship.. But how will all of this end? (Disclaimer: if you happen to like Dolph, you will not like this because he is a total bag of dicks. Just saying.Further disclaimer: I am not a medical professional.)

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And I’m starting this off by tagging @writergrrrl29 because she has been a huge help with this whole thing and one day I sincerely hope to return the favor somehow, fyi.. can we just talk about how one day you are going to finish your original story and I will be standing in line for a copy because yes.. I believe in you.. Also, her masterlist makes for some really, really good reading. Amazing reading.. I’m also going to tag my love, my sunbeam, Raini.. Because she got me to get off my ass and at least try to put this persistant plot bunny of mine to bed, @fan-fiction-galore you are truly an amazing person, you know that? Go read her work, she is the fluff queen and this is a proven fact! Always blowing my mind with her awe inspiring creativity.And where would I be without @panic-angel3314 and all our talks and her gentle nudges to not give up also. By the way, she has amazing things. Go check them out. And you really didn’t think I was forgetting you in this @theworldiscolorful? Because no. Never. You have been a huge inspiration for me and I greatly enjoy reading your Demon Finn au. You’re encouraging and that’s kind. It’s a rare thing, actually. In short, people.. These ladies above? A group of talented and kind souls who are and will remain my inspirations. And I wanted to say that, because I’m just having all these feels tonight. In addition, I am tagging @tvrnbvckle because she loves Baron and I think that while this first chapter or two might be rough, she’d still like to read. I just hope it’s good. Also going to tag the lovely @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @xfirespritex and @nickysmum1909 who I might not know well but I can’t wait to get to know you guys better.

Now, let’s get on with the actual story.

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Let me love you (Bucky x Reader)

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Summary: Reader had a difficult past, but she finally found her home with the Avengers. After few years of living with them, she became a different person and she will try to help their newest member to overcome his past.

Warning: cursing

The cold air was touching your face. The skin under your thin shirt was shivering, but you didn’t mind. If you wanted to, you could warm yourself, but you didn’t. You wanted to feel something natural, something real. It was so peaceful, with the few cars that drove out of the Tower. You loved the noise, you loved to hear people talk and laugh that was peace to you. You spent almost whole life in silence.

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Calm Down, Texas

Requested by anon

Summary: Southern!Reader. The boys tease you about your accent, so much that you stop talking. Sam confronts you about the reason behind your silence.
Words: 1,001
No Pairing
Warnings: None

Your name: submit What is this?

“Y’all better be getting up,” you drawled from the motel bathroom, “You’re asses are gonna get booted if you’r’all still in bed when I get out of here. Five minutes!”

“Calm down, Texas,” you could practically hear Dean roll his eyes, “I’ve already got pants on and everything.”

“Wow, I’m so proud,” you teased, “It’s only taken thirty-four years for you to do that on your own.”

“Very funny,” he snarked, “And hurry up in there Y/N. We need to shower, too.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled, rubbing your hair dry.

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I dunno, I’ve been feeling a little overwhelmed and off lately, so I just needed some Bokuto hugs.

Kuroo draws in a shaky breath, his gaze fixed on his hands.  With a sigh, he squeezes his eyes shut and draws his knees to his chest.

He has no reason to be upset.  He’s doing fine in university.  He’s almost the point of being a regular on the volleyball team, even as a first year.  He’s kept in contact with his friends back home, and has met plenty of new ones.

Most days he’s completely fine.

But some days, he’s not.

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disney-princess-in-the-making  asked:

Registering for classes is kind of a huge stressor for most students, and Dex is no exception. Yes he's an athlete so he gets to go ahead of the masses, but he still has to wait his turn. He's made six contingency plans, spoken with his advisor twice, and may very well drop out and catch lobsters forever if this doesn't work, but the mechanics class he needs most is only offered every other Spring, and there's only one seat left. How many times does Nursey have to tell him to 'chill' that night?

The real question is, how many times can Nursey say “dude chill” before Dex punches him in the face?

Right now, he’s thinking the answer is one.

Nursey hasn’t even said anything - he doesn’t have to, there’s just this smug look on his face that makes Dex want to punch something. And just because Derek Nurse doesn’t seem to care if he gets into the classes he needs for next semester, Dex certainly does. A lot. 

His schedule has been carefully mapped out since he first met his advisor at freshman orientation. With his meticulous planning he’s able to juggle three core classes and two gen-eds a semester, plus hockey and hopefully the honors program next year. Dex isn’t about to let his scholarship to this prestigious school go to waste.

Nursey on the other hand… Dex glares at him over the top of his lap top for good measure. It’s easier this way anyways, pretending to be angry. It distracts him a bit from the seconds ticking down on his watch, counting down until it’s his turn to enroll in classes for the spring semester. Of course, this means he’s paying attention to the way Nursey taps his pen against his lower lip, unable to look away from the strong arch of his eyebrows and the pretty shadows his lashes cast on his cheeks. Which is stupid, because he shouldn’t be considering the most obnoxious person on the planet to be pretty

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anonymous asked:

Me @ The Flash: if Felicity could come to Central City all the way from Star City for girls night, Linda could have come from Coast City to be there. Iris and Felicity weren't even that close, why wasn't Linda there? Anyway... I'm gonna go crawl back in my hole where I ignore canon and pretend that Wallinda is canon and that Linda is going to be Iris's maid of honor.


and there’s no mcfucking reason for linda to be in coast in the first place let alone still there since hunter’s been dead for uh… two years.

come anon, join me in this denial corner where linda and wally met in their absence and are falling in love as we speak

Prompt: Coldflash maybe w/ a soulmates AU where a name will appear on each wrist when you turn 16 or whenever - one name is your soulmate and the other is your enemy. You don’t know which is which. Barry believes Len is his enemy and vice versa but they’re actually soulmates. For @221fandomwitches. So it’s not exactly vice versa but I hope you like it anyway. When I get an AO3 account I might expand this more before posting.

Takes place after the Rouge Air for sure.

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  • "Trust me"
  • "They need you. So get in there! And you be a man. No! Be more than a man... Start with the man part. Just be a man first..."
  • "You know, if I was standing on my wallet, I'd be tall."
  • "He was trampled by a herd of middle-aged secretaries at the midnight release of the Talking Justin Bieber doll."
  • "I don't run. I stalk my prey."
  • "If you ever want to save the world again, you know where I am."
  • "With all due respect, shut up."
  • "This is real? You really love me?"
  • "I was an assignment, and then you fell in love with me. And I know that sounds crazy, and if I didn't know any better I'd say it's crazy too, but the fact remains you fell for me."
  • "I like to remember all of my victories. Even the little ones."
  • "Of course she's not picking up, she's evil!"
  • "If you would use a plate when you're eating taquitos, I wouldn't have to scrub the floors, would I?"
  • "One question though. Who's Luke Skywalker?"
  • "How's your memory, buddy? Do you remember Die Hard? Star Wars? Chewie? Yoda? Yippee-kai-yay?"
  • "Sometimes, I think you're a bad person."
  • "Don't start with New Hope. Start with Phantom Menace. Everyone loves Phantom Menace."
  • "I will not let my last words to be a demand for pizza combos!"
  • "I'm a much bigger nerd than you thought I was."
  • "It’s a sweater. Why's it so soft?"
  • "You're no longer a perfect 10."
  • " You really love it here, don't you?"
  • "I think better when I'm blowing up avocados."
  • "My wife never came home."
  • "If you remember me, then you'll remember that a nerdy guy, like me, could make you happy."
  • "I think that you should kiss her."
  • "I know I don't know you very well yet, but thank you for giving her all of this.""
  • "He's not that bad. You should maybe give him another chance."
  • "Kiss me."
  • "This is my team and nobody is going to take us down."
  • "It was a bit like old times, wasn't it?"
  • "I was pretty proud of you...moron."
  • "I miss knowing kung fu."
  • "It made a nasty scar right over one of my favorite scars."
  • "I want it noted that I took out six of their guys."
  • "We're gonna get married and be together, forever. I love you."
  • "Like the mother I never had."
  • "She is one of the strongest and one of the most amazing women I have ever met.
  • "This is what happens when you draw your plans from Star Wars."
  • "You don't mind if I stick around a bit do ya?"
  • "You don't have the authority, pretend ya do."
  • "Remember, family and friends are everything. Money, greed, and power are a dance with Satan...and he looks like me."
  • "Everyone hates me. I accept that."
  • "Do you have UNO?"
  • "If you love something, let it go. And if it comes back, you can eat it."
  • "I haven't felt anything in years."
  • "I hate being a nemesis. Maybe I should take her out to coffee."
Tired Yet, Part Two - Pietro Maximoff

Requested by anonymous. 
Part One.

“Hey,” you said, walking into one of the many conference rooms in the Avengers’ Tower. You sat down in Pietro’s lap and tilted your head up to kiss him.

“Hello,” he responded with a smile. You turned and looked at your father who was sitting at the head of the table. He smiled at you which was odd because every time you and Pietro shared a display of affection he cringed.

“Dad?” you asked, suddenly concerned. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, they will be soon,” he said, closing the file in front of him. Maria Hill walked in a moment later and took the file from him, glancing at you nervously. 

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“Y/N,” Tony began. “There’s a new threat that we need to take care of.”

“With Hydra?”


“Okay, when do we suit up?”

“You aren’t suiting up this time, honey.”

“Why not?!” you asked, standing up.

“Y/N, now is not the time.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, just tell me.” He took the file back from Maria and handed it to you. You sat down and opened the file, finding the man you were going after. “Oh my god,” you said, covering your mouth.

“Please just skip this one out.”

“Hell no. If he’s going to be there, then so am I.”


“No. I deserve to be there. He didn’t hurt anyone like he hurt me. I deserve to be there when we take him in.” Tony sighed and nodded. 

“You’re never leaving my sight, got it?”

“Whatever you say, boss,” you said before leaving the room. You felt a gush of air as Pietro raced next to you in the hallway.

“Hey, what was all that back there?” he asked in confusion.

“My dad wanted me to skip this mission because the Hydra operative we’re going after. I used to date him.”


“Yeah, and he was a huge asshole, so I’d like a chance to punch him at least once, ya know?” you asked with a small smile. Pietro chuckled and wrapped his arm around you. 

“Well, we better get training,” he said, dragging you with him down to the training room.

“Tired yet?” Pietro asked, panting as he lay over you later that night. You pushed him off of you and got up from the bed, pulling your hair up into a ponytail. You pulled your shirt back on and looked back at Pietro. He had his head propped up on his hand and was smiling at you.

“What?” you asked with a smile.

“I love you.”

“Good, I love you, too,” you said, sitting down next to him.

“I’m serious,” he said, kissing the top of your thigh.

“So am I,” you said as you rubbed lotion on your legs. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said, suddenly very interested in the pattern of your sheets. You grabbed his chin and made him look at you.


“While you were training with Natasha, I looked deeper into the file for this mission.” You rolled your eyes and looked at him.


“I don’t want you to go either,” he began. You stood up and threw up your hands.

“It’s not for you or my dad to decide.”

“Y/N, he’s killed a lot of people, I won’t let him hurt you, too.”

“He’s not going to. Remember, I can do this,” you said, wiggling your fingers to produce some of the electricity you controlled. Pietro smiled slightly yet still looked at you in concern. “You’re not stopping me from going,” you said firmly. Pietro flopped back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“I wish you would reconsider.”

“You’ve seen me fight before, you know I can handle myself. How is this time any different?”

“It just is. Please, for me?”

“No. I’m going on the mission. That’s final.” Pietro sighed and rolled his eyes. You put on pants and slammed the door on your way out.

Anger was the only thing coursing through your body as you continually punched into the punching bag. How dare they try to tell you that you couldn’t fight. You were just as much of an Avenger as they were. You had the right to fight. You felt your knuckles break open, but didn’t care. You continued punching, imagining your ex-boyfriend’s face in the bag.

It had been years since you saw him, yet you were still hurting. It felt like only yesterday that you caught him with another woman, and he told you that he never wanted to see you again. You pretended that it was nothing, like you weren’t even that involved in the relationship, but your heart was in pieces. For years after you broke up, you wished that you could go back to the way it was. You felt that way up until you met Pietro. 

“Y/N!” You broke free from your thoughts and turned to see Wanda standing a couple feet away from you, worry written across her face. It was only then that you realized that your hands were bleeding heavily, the stains covering the punching bag.

“Sorry, I was just off-”

“It’s okay. Let me clean you up,” she said, bringing a hot rag to your hands. You let out a string of curses as she washed away the blood. You notice her glance up at you periodically and let out a very audible groan. “What?”

“Please don’t tell me you came down here to try and convince me not to go.” She looked down and sighed. “Dammit, Wanda!” you said, pulling away your hands.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“This isn’t any different than any other mission.”

“I know, it’s just- We’re all worried about you.”

“Well maybe you could worry about the mission instead. I’m fine. I’m willing to fight.” 

“I know you are. I’m not going to stop you. I believe in you,” she said, grabbing your hands again to continue bandaging them.

“Thank you.”

The morning of the mission came in two days, and you and Pietro had hardly spoken to each other at all. You walked onto the hovercraft and took a seat next to Pietro. He smiled at you but didn’t say anything. You flew in silence for a few hours, the only time you spoke was to Thor to make polite conversation. When you finally arrived at your destination, you grabbed Pietro’s hand before he got off. You stood on your tip toes to kiss him softly. He placed a hand in your hair and kissed you back. 

“I love you,” you said.

“I love you, too.”

“Fight by me?” you whispered. He nodded and kissed you again before walking off the ship with you. Steve gave you all instructions and you walked through the abandoned city with Pietro at your side. Your hands were opened, ready to attack. 

The city was abandoned, the Iron Men that your father had built already led them out a few hours before. You heard gunshots a couple of blocks up and turned to look at Pietro. He nodded at you and the two of you ran towards the noise. When you got there, Wanda, Steve, Natasha, Clint and your father were already there. 

Everything seemed to slow down when you saw him again. His name came out in a whisper as you saw him, and he turned towards you with a wicked grin. You pushed on your hands and electricity began to spark from them. He smiled even bigger at that and made his way over to you as the other Avengers fought off his henchmen.

“Well, that certainly is new,” he said, holding two guns in his hands.

“Stand down. There’s no way you can win this fight,” you warned. He chuckled and set the gun. 

“You’re wrong about that. You were always wrong about me, weren’t you?” he asked with a smirk. You flared your nostrils and shot electricity towards him, he fell back and you could feel the static run through his body. You knew that he wasn’t going to get back up yet you kept shocking him. You heard your name being called faintly, but all you could focus on was all the pain that he had caused you. You continued shocking him, wanting him to hurt in all the ways that he hurt you.

“Y/N.” You glanced over and saw Pietro standing a few inches from you. “Tired yet?” You smiled and dropped your hands, falling down to your knees. You heard heavy breathing and knew that you hadn’t killed him. You regained your breathing before looking back up at Pietro. He held out a hand and you took it. As soon as you were upright he pulled you closed to him and held you close in his arms. 

“I told you I could do it,” you whispered. 

“I should have believed you. I love you,” he said, kissing your shoulder.

“I love you, too,” you replied, flipping off your ex as you jumped into Pietro’s arms and started making out with him.

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It’s snowing again by the time they leave – the flakes just like pieces of paper adding to the deceptive cotton blanket along the streets.

“If that movie wasn’t so long this would never have happened.” Zayn looks at the snow through the front doors of the theater. His fingers curl around the buttons on his jacket, pulling up the collar against his neck. 

“Maybe,” Harry says as he adjusts the collar on his jacket before getting his  gloves out of his pockets. He’s only had this pair a couple of months but there’s already a tear through the thumb he cant remember making. “To be fair, if it was any longer this could have all melted.”

Zayn gives him a look, the one where he raises his eyebrows and squints his eyes, before he drops it into a smirk as he gets a folded beanie from his pocket, tugs it on. “Don’t think I could have taken another hour of you crying as it was.”

Harry huffs and pretends to start walking away before Zayn pulls him back by his wrist, thumb slipping under the edge and right against his pulse.

“Or was it allergies, again?” He bites his lip when he smiles and Harry pulls his hand away, rolling his eyes.

“Hay fever is real, Zayn.” He tries to school his mouth into a frown as he pushes open the gold-framed doors to the cold night but his lips twitch.

“Don’t I know it, love.” Zayn follows after him and Harry knows he’s thinking of earlier in the year – Harry’s eyes swollen up so badly he could barely see, sneezing on everything in their flat, even Zayn.

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Sick Little Games (Final Part)

(In case you missed it, here’s part 1 & part 2)


Shakily opening the back door, you quietly stepped out, shutting it softy behind you. 

Walking out onto the porch, you saw Calum crouched by the pool, running his hand back and forth in the water with one of the street lights casting a small glow on him.

Pulling your sweater tightly around you, you slowly made your way over to him, ignoring the feeling of dread building up inside your stomach.

Hearing you step on a branch, he snapped his head towards you, immediately standing up straight.

Sticking his hands in his front pockets, he quickly look down to the floor, refusing to meet your stare.

Once you got close enough, you stopped a few feet away from him, not saying a word.

Bitting his lip, he looked up, searching your eyes.


Pressing your lips together, you faced the floor, playing with a rock by your foot.


Focusing on pushing the rock back and forth, you didn’t notice him take a few steps towards you. He stepped out on the rock so you wouldn’t push it anymore, trying to get you to look at him. When you still refused, he cupped your chin in his hand and pushed your face up.

Meeting his worried stare, you started to bite the inside of your cheek.

I don't even know where to begin”

Letting go of your chin, he sighed.

Guess i’ll start with the easiest part… Are you really going back home?”

Letting out a humorless laugh, you stepped away from him, putting distance between you both again.

Wow so you want to start with that? Not with the whole fucking reason i want to leave?”

Not answering you, he started biting his bottom lip, looking away.

Of course he wasn’t going to talk about it.

Shaking your head, you rolled your eyes.

Yes Calum, I’m going back home. My flight leaves at noon so if you’ll excuse me i should go back inside and get some rest.”

Rushing towards you, he pulled on your hand not letting you leave, talking frantically.

Wait what do you mean you're leaving at noon? Like noon tomorrow? That’s too soon. You haven’t even properly said goodbye to everyone. What about your uncle? You can’t just leave him! You’ve been helping him in the studio. And what about me? I haven’t-”

Stopping himself, he snapped his mouth shut, wide eyed.

What about you Cal? What haven’t you done?”

You were giving him a chance to be up front about everything. So you stood there watching him closely, waiting to see what he would do.

You saw him playing through the different words he could say, trying to find the right one.

But instead of talking, he settled with a slight shrug.

Pulling your hand out of his, you took more steps back, shaking your head.

Seriously, you woke me up at almost 4 in the fucking morning so you could just shrug your god damn shoulders? So you could keep playing games? Well guess what Hood, I’m done with your fucking games. Im done letting you make me feel like I’m nothing but a play toy for you. I know Luke and Ashton said you liked me, but now i see that’s bullshit. Because if you do, then you have a real fucking funny way of showing it. So yes, I’m leaving. Im not going to hang around here just to keep getting my heart stepped on by a fucking boy who would rather sit around and play games then be fucking honest for once in his god damn life. You win Calum. This game is all yours.”

Spinning around, you started making your way back to the house.

You know what, maybe you’re right.”

Surprised, you spun towards him, watching him fight back what looked like tears.

Maybe i was playing games. That’s what I do. I play games and i always win. In this industry, no fucking girl is truthful. They figure out I’m in a band and thats all they need to throw themselves at me. They never take the time to figure out me as a person. And to be honest at first it was pretty fucking fun. Hooking up, moving on. It was simple and easy. I didnt have to worry about relationship shit. What i didnt realize was i had to be worried about the ones who pretended to care about me the real way.”

Stopping, he looked away from you, towards the fence.

When i met Stella last year, she seemed pretty fucking genuine. Like a dumbass i let myself fall for her hard. Little did i know she was in it for the fame. Ended up being done with me the second a more famous guy wanted her. I learned to not trust anyone. So i let myself start playing games. It was easier to see the other person get hurt then them hurting me.”

Feeling a tear slip from your eyes, you turned your face to the floor, hoping it was dark enough to where he couldn’t see.

Then you came round. You ended up be a whole other game. One that was actually fighting back. A game i was actually willing to lose.”

Looking up, you noticed he had gotten a little closer.

The first time i met you, i was instantly lost. You were nothing like the other girls. You were smarter, kinder, so much more beautiful. You were real. So much so that I actually wanted for you to be just like them. I wanted you to use me. I wanted you to not care for me. I needed any reason to not get attached. That was the whole reason i called Stella. I wanted a distraction to keep me from falling completely in love with you. But it didnt work. When i saw how broken you were that day in the studio and how much you wanted to completely ignore me, i panicked. I wanted to fix things. I didnt want to lost you. But then i saw you with Noel and i switched back to wanting a distraction. I needed to let go.”

By now so many tears were running down your cheeks that you completely ignored them.

But why? Why couldn’t you just be honest? It would have saved all this shit from happening. You could have just talked to me. Why?”

Smiling softy, he closed the reminder of the distance and cupped your cheek, wiping of a newly escaped tear.

Because i know you can do so much better”

Feeling like everything was crashing down, you weren’t holding anything back anymore.

And it didnt seem like he was either.

God what the hell are you even talking about Calum?”

Im talking about the fact that you already know my past. You know I’m a shit person and you know about the games i play. And yet you’re the complete opposite of me. You’re real and don’t play games. The only reason you started to play the game was because i made you. You wanted to get back at me. You changed who you were just to get even with me. I changed you into the person i am and I can promise you i will never forgive myself for that.”

Smacking his hand off your face, you started to get angry now.

I did not turn into you! I was just fighting you back! I kept hearing from everyone how you liked me but wouldn’t do anything! I wanted to know why!”

Starting to get frustrated, he snapped back.

“So you’re saying you didnt use Noel to make me jealous?”

Staying quiet, he knew he had his answer.

See! You used him! The same way i used Stella to make you jealous! And that’s a shitty thing to do! I can accept the fact that I’m a sucky person but i refuse to let you become one!”

Trying to calm yourself down, you tried to let go of your anger.

“Fine, i understand that. Let’s push all of that aside. Noel, Stella, this game we have. Let’s focus on us right now. Why couldn’t you just except that fact that maybe we would be good together? That maybe you couldn’t finally stop feeling like everyone was out to get you.”

He stood quiet, trying to gather his words together.

Because we wouldn’t be good together. It wouldn’t be real.”

The minute he said those words, you felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest.

I wouldn’t be able to trust myself. I don’t know the first thing about being in a real relationship. I don’t think i would ever be able to live with myself if i hurt you enough to have you want nothing to do with me. The thought of losing you completely scares me. But if i have to let you go to keep you safe from me, ill do it.”

Now it was your turn to grab his face in your hands.

As soon as your fingers touched his face, he closed his eyes, memorizing the way your skin feels against his.

Calum, look at me. Please.”

Opening his watery eyes, he held your gaze.

I get it okay. I get you're scared of this. Trust me this is completely new to me too. The whole reason i was willing to play along was because i wanted you to just be real with me. To tell me the truth. That’s it.”

Grabbing your hands, he held then closer to him.

Trust me, i know. I really did contemplate so many times to just ask you out.”

Gaining confidence, you spoke back quickly.

“Then do it… Right now… Just own up and finally do it.”

Staring in his eyes, you waited for him to finally say it. 

To say he wanted you. 

To say he was willing to stop the game for good.

Filling hope up raise in your chest, you watched him smile.

Leaning in, he places a soft kiss to your forehead and then backed away.

I can’t… Im sorry.”

It was then that you felt like you’re heart had just been ripped out.

You deserve the fucking world and i deserve someone like Stella. I can’t let you get caught up in me.”

Walking backwards, you laughed darkly.

A little late for that don’t you think?”

He tried to reach out for you again but you merely smacked his hand.

Don't touch me.”

Hurt, he was trying to say something to calm you down, but it was too late, you couldn’t let him talk.

You know what… at this point i don't believe a word you’re said. After all the games you played with me, i don’t think you really care. I just think you’re looking for an easy way out. Why can’t you just be a man and say it? Huh? Just say you don’t care! Say I’m not good enough for you!”

Fuming, he started to raise his voice.

“You really think i don’t care! After everything i said! Im finally being completely fucking honest with you and you still think I’m lying!”

Raising your voice back, you started to yell.


Now both of you were yelling.


Staying quiet, you stared at him.

Did he really just say he loved you?

Before you could say anything back, you heard the porch door open.

Whats going on? Is everything alright?”

Turning around, you saw your uncle stepping out of the door, with the porch light now on.

Everything’s fine… Im sorry… i actually was just leaving.”

Snapping your head back to him, you didn’t know what to say or do.

But he did.

Giving you one last look, Calum started making his way to the fence door.

Panicking, you tried to stop him.

Calum wait… please”

Turning around, he held out his hand, keeping you from getting any closer.

No. No more waiting. I need you to stop waiting for me okay? I need you to get on that plane tomorrow and just forget this. Forget everything i put you through, forget everything that happened. Forget us.”

Crying again, you answered him in a small voice.

What if i don't want to forget?”

Licking his lips, he took a shaky breath in.

Then ill forget you”

By then all the wind felt like it had been knocked out of you.

Turning around, he walked out the fence door and closed it hard.

Staring at the empty space in front of you, everything shattered inside your chest.

Slowly walking over to where your uncle was standing, you pushed past him to go inside. 

There was nothing he could say to fix this. 

You didn’t want him to waste his breath on a lost cause.

Running up the stairs, you went into your room, completely starting the beginning of a melt down.

It all seemed silly to be so invested in him.

You both weren’t even a solid item and yet it felt like a part of you walked out of your life.

How could he really expect you to just forget.

To forget the way he made you feel.

The way he made you laugh.

How could he forget so easily?

Were you really that little of a problem to him?

You spend the rest of the night, well morning, letting every little bit of built of emotions you had over him.

When it was time for your uncle to drive you to the airport, you were numb.

You were so broken, nothing even felt real anymore.

Getting into the airport, you waited in line, constantly checking back at the sliding doors.

A part of you hoped maybe Calum would see the mistake he was making and come bursting inside, trying to stop you.

But as you neared the security, you knew it wasn’t going to happen. 

Things like that only happened in the movies.

An hour later, you were on the plane, making your way back home.

In a way you were kind of excited. You would get to see your friends and family. You’d have a normal life again. No more drama, games or heartbreak. 

You would start new.

You weren’t being given much of a choice but maybe he was right. Maybe letting go was what you needed to do for the sake of him and you. 

After getting home, you spent a lot of time catching up with everyone. You told them all about the different bands, studio time and just your experience there. You told them everything.


Everything but about Calum.

It stung too much to even think of his name.

So, like he said, you tried to forget.

For the next week, you spent your time doing anything and everything to keep busy and distracted. You went out with friends, went running a lot, started writing songs again. You kept yourself so busy that by the time sunday rolled around, you were beat. Crashing out early, you were sound asleep by 8:30 that night.

It wasn’t until you started hearing a faint sound coming from somewhere in your room.

Stirring a but, you tried to ignore it, thinking you were just hearing things.

But it just sounded so familiar.

Bolting up from your bed, you felt like you were about to throw up.



Shaking, you pushed the blankets off from you and got off the bed.

Looking over to your clock, you noticed it was a little past midnight.



Walking over to the window, you pushed the curtains aside.

Your heart stopped.

Running out of the room, you made your way to the front door, bursting out.

Looking around you searched, trying to see around you but it was too dark.

Matching pajamas? Really? I thought you were more of a large t-shirt and underwear kind of girl?”

Spinning around you finally saw the face you had missed so much.

The face you tried so hard to forget.

The face that made you hate him for making you crave him.

Why are you here?”

Letting a few beats pass, he finally spoke up.

“To fix a mistake.”

Wasting no time, he grabbed both sides of your face and smashed his lips against yours. Reaching your arms around his neck, he moved his to your waist, pulling you against him roughly.

You didn’t know how but this kiss managed to be desperate and sweet all in the same way.

Moving in sync, he made no point to stop and neither did you.

You both had wanted this since the moment you caught sight of either other months ago.

Unfortunately you both were out of breath all to soon, forcing each of you to pull away.

Leaning his head down onto your forehead, he started to grin.

Hi… again”

Grinning back, you bit your lip.

Hey… again”

Giving you a much softer kiss now, he pulled away, walking over to sit on the steps, never once letting go of your hands. 

Pulling you into his lap, you both sat there, taking in the features of each other that you missed. 

Pushing back the hair from his face, you spoke first.

Im not complaining in any way but… why are you here?”

Taking your hand away from his face, his laced your fingers before speaking.

Because i was too late from stopping you from leaving the first time.”

You felt your mouth drop at his answer.

He did try to stop you.

He was just too late.

Feeling your heart start to race, you stayed quiet, waiting for him to finish.

By the time i finally grew the balls to just say fuck it, your plane had already taken off. I was hoping to at least catch you in the terminal but didn’t. I would have came sooner but with meetings and tour prepping, i had to wait a week.”

Shaking your head, you couldn’t believe this was finally happening.

Moving your hand to your thigh, you slightly pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

You weren’t.

This was real.

So what does it mean now that you’re saying fuck it?”

Laughing at your choice of words, he leaned in to kiss you before replying.

It means i couldn’t handle the thought of you forgetting me. I know i said i would  but it wasn’t working. All i kept thinking about was Noel. He would be someone who could easily make you forget about me and that scared me shitless. I would never be able to find someone to do that for me. You are the only one i want. I know that sounds selfish and i really should give you a chance to find someone better, but i can’t. You’re my girl, no one else’s. So basically what I’m saying is, will you give me chance to officially fix this. Will you my girlfriend?”

Looking into his eyes, you knew you were finally seeing the real Calum. 

Open and honest, he was trusting you and only you to end the game.

Smirking you decided you’d have a little fun first.

Hmmm i don't know, let me think a bit. I mean you did mention how Noel would be a better option, i could see why-”

Seeing his face completely fall, you bursted out giggling, changing the subject.

Im joking! Of course ill be your girlfriend Cal, theres no one else i could ever imagine wanting but you.”

At ease, he laughed with you.

I hate you, you know that right?”

Sticking out your tongue, you laughed again.

“No you don’t, stop lying”

Kissing him, you felt your heart flutter. 

He was finally yours.

No more games, no more lies, no more heartbreak.

This was it.

Getting up from his lap, you held out your hand.

Taking it, he got up, following you into the house.

Quietly walking up the stairs, you lead him to your bedroom.

You both climbed into your bed, snuggling against each other, not wanting a single inch of space left open.

Sighing, you finally felt complete.

There really was no where else you wanted to be and it was so nice to know he felt the same way.

Interrupting the moment, he decided to speak up.

Don't you think your parents might be a little disturbed when they find a random boy in bed with their daughter?”

Groaning a bit you forgot about your parents.

They didn’t even know Calum existed.

Boy was this going to be a fun one to explain.

Whatever, we’ll deal with it in the morning. Stop trying to kill the mood”

Chuckling, he pulled you tighter against him, easily falling asleep within minutes with you right behind.


There it is, the final part!

Total Calum feels huh?

I was going to end this at the pool scene but didn’t because of this anonymous suggestion:

Basically i thought it was brilliant and decided to end it with him flying to see her. More dramatic and adds more feels idk thanks to the anonymous person who sent it in! You were a huge part in getting this written😊

Seriously though if you have suggestions for parts, i keep then in mind when I’m writing! Basically if i don’t reply to you on your suggestion, its because I’m going to use it as inspiration and ill feature it on the end notes!

For example, smilesforhstyles sent in a suggestion for my other story i have out right now and I’m going to use it as a Luke preference on its own later. I don’t know if that makes sense by they’ll know what mean. You guys will see that story later on.

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You brought us here on purpose. You wanted Kira to meet her father. I didn’t even know he’d be here, Fe. Bollocks! That is bollocks, Sarah, and you know it. For eight years, eight years you pretended you didn’t know who he was? You let me narrow it down to Ziggy, the drummer, or that guy that you met in Orange County at that bar? You knew the whole time. Look, after yesterday, stealing to feed Kira… We were in the area. I just, I knew it was time to… You are a bloody wrecking ball. You are an exploding cigar, do you know that? Just let me patch things up with Cal. He’s a good guy, Fe. I bet he is. He is. Resourceful. Big farm biceps. Yeah, he’s completely disconnected from all the shit we’re dealing with. I think Kira deserves something, something nourishing for once. Even just for a few days. Yeah. No, you’re right. She just met her father, you can’t yank her away. But uncle Felix isn’t gonna be babysitting while you negotiate custody. Come on, Fe. I’ve got other drama in my life, Sarah. Alison’s musical opens tomorrow. She needs me. Pfft. There’s no place for me here. I’ve nothing more to say. Except goodbye to Kira.

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He Cheats Part 3 (Luke/4)

Luke was coming home in three days and you were preparing yourself for the conversation you two would have when he got home. He would try to bring it up during Skype calls but you would quickly change the subject. You suggested that you guys should go on a break. But Luke didn’t want to. But he settled on being friends for now. But you knew he would want to change it when he got home. Luke’s a great guy, everyone knew that. You just didn’t think he would do something like that. And he didn’t have any common sense either. He knows he’s well known, he knows how the media can get. You just didn’t know why he would go behind your back. You’d rather be hurt with the truth than comforted with a lie.

You had a few errands to run. Majority of it was grocery shopping. You hoped there would be no traffic, but you knew there’s obviously gonna be traffic because it’s a weekday. You really didn’t want to go out shopping but you really needed food. You also had to prepare the house for the four man children that are coming. They’re gonna make the house a mess, eat all the food, you’re gonna scold them about it and Ashton’s gonna scold them about it. Then everyone will apologize to one another and the cycle restarts.

You left the house and hopped into your car, you mindlessly drove. You knew this place like it was the back of your hand. You wouldn’t want to say that you have road rage… But who doesn’t get mad when a driver doesn’t fucking signal? Or when they think it’s soooo fucking funny to not go at a green light? You didn’t even realize that you turned the radio off… So, you turned it back on and “Shut Up And Dance” by Walk The Moon was playing. “This my jam.” You said, turning it up. “OH DON’T YOU DARE LOOK BACK JUST KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME! I SAID YOU’RE HOLDIN’ BACK SHE SAID SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME!” You shouted. People in the cars next to you were staring, some were laughing and some rolled their windows up. You continued to sing the song and the traffic light finally went green.

You were halfway to the grocery store when you got a text from Luke. He always made sure he would text you first. You were currently at another traffic light, so you decided that checking his text wouldn’t be bad. You grabbed your phone and unlocked it and started to read the message. “G’mornin’ babe!,” it started off, you chuckled and noticed the light was green so you stepped on the gas pedal still reading his text. “I’ll be coming home in a few days,” you read. You looked up for a split second, and you noticed you didn’t need to turn left you needed to turn right so you were in the wrong lane, you waited until there was a spot big enough for you to slip through… and then your world went black.

Luke was currently in a radio interview, babbling about how amazing the 5SOS journey has been and stuff like that as Michael teased him and poked his sides. “I just can’t imagine what would’ve happened if I didn’t start a Youtube channel or if Michael and I never got along and if Calum didn’t join and if Ashton declined our offer of him becoming our drummer.” Luke explained. Calum started talking about Ashton’s purple shirt while Ashton groaned, annoyed, when Luke’s phone went off. 

“Hello?” He answered. “Hello. Is this Luke Hemmings?” A male voice asked, which was weird because it was your phone number. “This is he.” Luke replied, becoming nervous as he heard sirens in the background. “I’m Officer Jones and I  would like to inform you that (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is being rushed to the Tride Medical Center (Random name I’m not familiar with hospitals I’m so sorry) due to a car accident.” Luke felt his heart drop. “…Is she okay?” Luke choked out. The boys stopped talking and focused on Luke, confused. “Her car was flipped over and we are having difficulty getting her out of her vehicle. But we can get her out of the vehicle.” Officer Jones said. Luke was confused. “She’s in critical condition, Mr. Hemmings. We will inform her other emergency contacts as soon as possible.” Officer Jones said. “O-Okay.” Luke said, not able to process anything. She was perfectly fine yesterday. “Are you able to come to the hospital, Mr. Hemmings?” the officer asked. Luke bit his lip, “I’m not in California.” Luke said. “But I’m coming.” Luke said. “Just…Call her parents.” Luke said, and gave the officer the contact names they were under.

 “Luke?” Michael asked. “(Y/N) was in a car crash.” Luke informed them, everyone in the room gasped and the interviewer looked at the boys, sadly. “We need to go.” Luke said, getting up. “Thank you for having us.” Ashton said as the boys shook the interviewers hand.

“I texted her. She must’ve read my text and got hit.” Luke said, stressing and sitting in the hotel chair as Ashton packed Luke’s stuff. “It’s not your fault, Mate.” Ashton reassured him. “I don’t want to leave tour three days early and let our fans down.” Luke said, running a hand through his hair. “But I need to be there for (Y/N).” Luke continued. “Listen. If they are true fans, they’ll understand that we have to be there for the people we love when they need us. Especially if they’re in the hospital.” Ashton said. “It’s a 2 hour flight from Seattle to LA.” He continued. “She could leave in two hours, Ashton. I don’t… I don’t want her to leave.” Luke sobbed into Ashton’s shoulder as Ashton hugged him.

The flight from Seattle to Los Angeles was complete and utter hell for the boys. Luke was a sobbing mess and it hurt Michael, Calum and Ashton to see Luke fall apart and all they could do is hug him and reassure him that everything would be fine. But the truth is, they didn’t know. They weren’t sure. None of them knew if you would be fine. But, they all had hope.

They finally reached Los Angeles and tried to leave the airport as fast as they could. Fans noticed Luke’s bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks, soon the pictures of broken 5 Seconds of Summer were on every social network. All over TMZ, everyone was assuming different things and people were fighting about it. Fans mobbed them as they desperately tried to reach the car, as soon as they got in, Luke told the driver what hospital you went to and they were on their way.

The boys hopped out of the car, and sprinted in to the hospital, Luke in the lead. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Luke panted. The lady at the desk typed away on her computer before looking up at him. “Room 104.” She said and with that the boys took off.

They finally found the room you were in, and Luke had been waiting to see you since forever.. But he was hesitant to go inside. “Luke?” Michael asked, Luke stood in front of your door. “You can do this..” Michael said, putting his hand on Luke’s shoulder. Michael was shocked when Luke turned around and threw his arms around Michael. “T-Thank you for being h-here for m-me.” Luke hiccuped as the boys group hugged. “We’ll always be here for you, Luke.” Ashton said, giving him a reassuring smile before Luke walked in.

Luke was in shock when he saw you. Your face was bruised and a few scratches here and there, an arm was broken, your leg was too. He leaned over you, gently and began to sob again. “I’m sorry.” He hiccuped. He was relieved to find that you were still breathing. And your parents were blowing up his phone, but Ashton quickly answered for him and filled them in on your condition. You’d be okay. No coma, but you were simply just resting. “I’m sorry for letting a girl come between us. I’m sorry I didn’t see that you are all I want and need. I’m sorry I texted you. I’m sorry I got you into this mess.” He rambled. You heard every word Luke said, you woke up as soon as he walked in and just pretended to be asleep. “I met you a year ago and I fell in love with you hard and fast and I was so fucking stupid for letting you slip through my fingertips like that. But I promise you, I won’t do this again. I’ll protect you. I’ll keep you safe. I promise this. You’re my world, (Y/N). And I didn’t realize that until I saw your face drop and the phone call I got from an officer made me realize all the little things I love about you. And I love everything. From your hair to your toes. I love every single bit. And you may not forgive me and you may not trust me…And I don’t blame you. But I will spend the rest of my life trying to regain your trust.” Luke said, sitting down, taking your hand in his. “Please stay with me.” He pleaded.

You lifted your other hand and placed it on Luke’s forearm, catching his attention quickly. “I’ll never leave.” You said, weakly, smiling at him. “(Y/N)!” Luke said, finally smiling, happy tears rolling down his cheeks. “Thank God.” He said, leaning down to kiss you.