mum walked in on me taking a photo

Don't Cry Princess (Part 2)

Harry Hook x Reader

Warnings - none

As you wake up from the night before you relise that Harry isn’t laying next to you anymore.

“Harry?” You whisper from the dryness of your voice. As you go to climb out of Harry’s bed, you notice a new blue bandage around your shoulder.

Walking over to the small port hole window next to his bed, you tilt your head to the side. You notice that it’s bright out side but the smoky clouds block your view of the sun.

As you step away from the window you notice a small black and white photo of a woman on Harry’s book self. Gently picking up the photo you turn it over to see small running writting “To my dear son Harry, I hope ye get to see the world - A….” the name was smugged making it difficult to understand. You try to read what the words are saying but can’t from the dirt.

While you were busy investigating the photo, you didn’t hear Harry walk in. “Princess, what are ye doing?” He walks up behind you, closer then usual and gently takes the photo in his hands.

He stays quiet for a minute before he placed the photo back onto the book shelf before turning to you. “This is me mum. I never met her but this and her necklace. It is all I have left” he takes the golden necklace from under his shirt and holds it in his hands. A bright white pearl sits in the center of a golden necklace. Dimands trace the outline of the heart making it shine. “The pearl in the middle was given to her by a mermaid. My dad use to tell me stories about her when i was little.” Harry smiles at the necklace and places it back under his shirt.

After a moment of silencr you can’t help but to ask “what happened to her?” Harry looks away from you and whispers “I don’t know. My father never told me. And he’s too drunk these days anyway”

After an awkward silence you pull Harry into a hug “I’m sorry Harry” he places a hand on your back before pulling away. “Gil told me he has something of yours”

Taking a second to think you remember the events of last night “The pixie dust! You have to show me where he is” Harry immediately nods and directs you out of his room.

As you step onto the deck you can here Gil singing some sort of sailor song into of the sail post “Gil! I need you!” Harry yells interrupting Gil’s song.

Gil climbs down the ropes landing infront of you “Hey guys whats wrong?” He tilts his head to the side with a big smile on his face.

You lean over and whisper to Gil asking where the pixie dust is. Nodding he goes to grab it from inside his jacket when a voice cleared from behind you.

“What are you doing on my ship (Y/N)!” Uma yells dragging her sword behind her. She stops infront of you and stabs her knife into the ground. Harry steps infront of you and looks down at Uma.

“What are you doing Harry! This is my ship! Your my first mate. You listen to me! So get out of my way.“ Harry doesnt move while Uma jabs her fingers into his chest.

Harry knocks it away calmly “Uma this is not ye'r ship, it’s me father’s and ye are no longer me Captain either. Ye'r nothing but fish bait!” Harry points his hook at her neck before turning it towards the exit of the ship. “It’ll be best of ye left now before I hook ya”

“Whatever, but your nothing without me, NOTHING!”.

“Say hello to Jack for me love!” You yell out resulting in a growl from her.

As Uma stomps back into her mothers chip shop Gil hands you the pixie dust. Quickly hiding it inside your jacket you start to walk off the ship

“I have to get this to Auradon somehow. To keep it safe. But until then I’ll have to hide it in one of my father’s chamed bottles.”

“Where is this bottle?” Harry tilts his head to the side while Gil looks at something in the distance.

“Mabey if i can sneak…” Gil starts pulling at your shirt pointing into the distance.

“What is it Gil” Gil grabs your shoulders turning you around directing you back onto the ship. “What’s gotten into you?”

Before Gil can answer you, your father’s voice echos from behind you.

“(Y/N) what are you doing here with them. You were ment to be home hours ago. You must come home with me now or you’ll know what will happen” He goes to grab your arm but you pull away. Gil holds onto your shoulders tighter while Harry watch’s from the side with a confused look on his face.

Gil knows of your father’s violent background towards you. He’s offered many times for you to stay on the ship with him. But you always declined saying that it was a one off thing and it would never happen again.

Gil pulls you back as you shake your head. “No.” Your father’s face darkens at your answer. “What do you mean no. I am your father, you listen to what I say. I am not afraid to hurt you infront of them.” He goes to punch your face but is cut off by Harry pushing him away from you.

Your father laughs as he stands up facing Harry. “Well what do we know the girl has a knight in shinning armor.“

Gil pulls you behind him as your father goes to hit Harry. You cover your mouth afraid that he will hurt Harry but he’s to quick for your dad.

In one quick step Harry trips your father, making him fall off the ship. Gil looks over the edge making sure he’s gone while Harry walks over to you.

You didn’t notice that you were crying until Harry wipes a tear from your face. As he pulls you into a hug he mumbles into your hair. “I’m sorry that ye father’s like that princess. Ye do relise now that I’m not letting ye go back home with him” nodding your head you look of in the direction to your house.

“I’ll have to get my things first Harry, I’ll be back in half an hour.” Before you can walk of the ship again a hand tightens around your wrist.

“I’m comming with ye, if ye like it or not.” Harry follows you with Gil running up behind you. “Don’t think you can leave me behind to.”

While Harry was distracted with some kids trying to steal of him, Gil pulls you to the side. “I thought you told me that he stoped.” You looked away from Gil “You and I both know that he will never change.” Stepping away from Gil you notice the sadlook in his eyes. “I’m sorry” you whisper before catching up to Harry. Gil follows you but he keeps his distance.

With your dad still back at the ship you quickly jump into your room, funding your over the shoulder bag. Once you fill it with your favourite clothes and nessesities you pass it to Gil through the window “Hold this while I go find the bottle” he nods at your request and continues to guard the window with Harry.

You quickly run down to your father’s study grabbing an enchanted bottle and his spell book. You hide them under your clothes before returning back to the boys.

“Lets get out of here before he returns” you grab your over the shoulder bag off Gil, to his protest and climb down the fire stairwell.

You stay in a comfortable silence as you walk past multiply stalls. You see a dark blue head scarf just like the one Harry used to bandage your arm the night before. You felt bad that you ruined his favourite scarf so you stole that one making sure they didn’t notice. Hidding it inside your bag, you enter the tunnel that leads you to the ship.

You took the long way around to avoid any chance of running into your father. After a minute of walking Harry stops you buy grabbing your hand. Gil continues to walk off not noticing that you two stoped.

“(Y/N) How long has he been like that to ye?” You look away from Harry. “Been like what?” You see him clench his jaw as he takes a step closer to you.

“Ye know what I mean. I heard ye whispering to Gil” your eyes start to sting from past memories but you shrug it off. “Its not important”

Before you can walk away again, he backs you up against the wall. “(Y/N), Please, tell me.”

You stay quiet looking at everything but him. Your eyes lock with his and your heart breaks. “He..He hurt me. Mentally and physically.” You whisper clenching onto your stomach. He looks down at your sudden movement, reaching out to your shirt.

He looks at you “can I see?” You nod, even tho you don’t want him to see what you hide. He gently lifts your shirt up, his eyes go wide. Multiply cuts, scars and new bruises cover your skin. He covers your stomach back up and pulls you into a hug.

“I should’ve been there for ye. I should’ve protected ye.” You shrug your shoulders turning away from him. “It’s not your fault. I left, so you wouldn’t see this and treat me like some broken girl”

He pulls away from you, holding your shoulders “I would say that ye'r the stongest girl that I’ve ever met.” He tucks a peice of hair behind your ear. He starts to lean in until you realise something. “Were’s Gil?”

Picnic (Sam Holland)

I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to post this…

Warnings: nothing, just fluffiness so if you don’t like cute stuff, don’t read this
Word count: 1900+
Request: nope

I actually wish Sam would take me on a date like this.

Also, secretly, this is one of my favourites I’ve ever written


You lay in your bed, combing your messy hair with your fingers as you strolled through Instagram. Over the weekend, your friendship group went to the beach so you were just going through those photos. It was meant to be a nice day today as well. But you weren’t motivated to get out of bed yet. That was until your boyfriend messaged you.

Sam 😘💕: Be ready in 20 minutes.

You threw the sheets off your bed and stumbled into the shower to wash your body. 20 minutes wasn’t enough time. You got changed into a dress and some canvas shoes. You didn’t know what else to bring or wear because his text wasn’t very helpful. You grab your sling bag, phone and purse wait for him in the lounge room. You didn’t bother putting on make up because it was warm it was going to sweat off.

“Who are you waiting for?” You mum asks as she dusts the room.

“Sam.” You say biting your nails.

“Aww honey. He’s your boyfriend. Don’t be nervous.” She laughed and there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it.” You said before any of your siblings could. You reach for the door and open it. Sam was standing there in a pair of jeans and a top. Okay, you got the causal dress code.

“Is that Sam? Invite him in!” Your father calls out. “I need to talk golf-”

“Maybe next time dad!” You shout back because you didn’t want Sam to suffer ‘golf talk’ with your dad. Although he said he didn’t mind it, you wanted to go. Your dad just wouldn’t shut up about golf. You took Sam’s hand and shut the door. Sam takes you to this car and you hop in it.

“So, where are you going?”

“Have patience my dear.” He winked and you slouched into the passenger seat. He would place one hand either on the back of the passenger seat or on your thigh as he drove. He made a sudden stop at the lights and you head movement in the back seat. You turn your head and spot the small picnic basket on the floor.

“A picnic?” You smile grazing your fingers threw Sam’s hair above his ear.

“Yeah. Is that okay?”

“It’s more than okay babe.” You smile as he beings to drive again. You loved how old fashion he was. You eventually make it to a park. There were heaps of kids running around with their parents, dogs catching balls and elder people holding hands. Sam grabs the basket and your hand and you make your way to the park. You follow him down a track and you find a nice spot under a tree as someone else has taken the gazebo. Sam sets up the picnic rug and uses the rocks near him to lay the mat flat so it doesn’t move when you two hop on it. You sit across from him with your legs to the side.

“This is probably the cutest date you’ve taken me on.” You smile to him kindly.

“I do this for you.” He says and opens the basket and pulls out two wine glasses.

“Aren’t you driving?”

“Yeah. But I brought apple juice.” He chilled pulling out the bottle of juice and some water. He pulled out a bowl of fruit salad, some sandwiches, strawberries sipped in strawberries, candy and some cheese and crackers. It was a proper feast. You were so overwhelmed with emotion. You didn’t even know where to start. Sam plugged his phone into a portable speaker and began to play some music. It was on low so you could still speak to one another.

“I don’t deserve you.” You mumble tucking a strand of Sam’s hair behind his ear and caressed his cheek.

“I don’t deserve you. But somehow, you’re still with me.” He chucked and placed a soft kiss on your lips. You pull away and look at his display of food.

“So, what should we try first?” You ask. He grabs a knife and cuts some cheese and places it on a cracker.

“Open up.” You giggle and open your mouth so he can feed you. “Mhmm.” You say as your cover your mouth with your hand, politely, so you can chew your food. “Tastes good.” Sam picks at the chopped up fruit and and tosses a grape in his mouth. You lay on your side and watch him.

“How’s your family?” You ask him.

“They’re good. Why?”

“I was just wondering. I haven’t seen them in a couple of weeks.”

“Well, they’re good. Mums working a lot more. Dad’s working on some more jokes. Paddy has taken an interest in basketball recently, which is weird because I always thought he was more of a soccer person.” He smiles at you. “Toms busy with work, like always. He hasn’t change. Nor has Harry.” Sam’s says taking a sip of his water. “Although, he’s working more independently recently.” You loved how Sam always praised his family.

“What about yours?”

“Same old, same old.” You smile picking at the chocolate dipped strawberries. “(S/N) has another dance competition this weekend and (B/N) is taking surfing lessons all summer. He’s busy volunteering as a life guard at the local beach. Good for him yeah, doing some community work. It’s part of his Duke of Edinburgh.” You tell him.

“Your brother has grown so much. I remember when I first met him, he was small and scrawny and now he’s grown and muscular. Sometimes I see him, and I wonder if he’s gonna beat me up.” Sam says and you giggle.

“He wouldn’t hurt a fly.” You tell him. Yeah, your brother was going through puberty. Your brother looked up to Sam like a role model and always asked about him. You guys were quiet, eating the food before the ants got to it.

“Mummy? Are they in love?” A little girl tugs on her mums arm as they walk past.

“I believe so.” She tells her daughter and you and Sam’s cheeks turn red. Sam takes his phone out of his pocket and takes a photo of you.

“Let me see it before you post it anywhere.” You say sternly.

“Of course.” He smiles and shows you the shot. You actually liked it. You liked the background behind you, the trees, the lake, the sun shinning in the blue sky. Your hair hung loose, smiling at your boyfriend. You loved how Sam captured this picture.

“It’s cute. Post it.”

“Of course it’s cute. You’re in it.” He laughs and puts on Instagram.

@/samholland1999: 😘 @/yourinstagram

Sam’s Instagram was full of photos he had taken with this family, photos he had taken, photos of himself, with credits to Harry. This was the first photo of you on it. You had appeared in other posts with friends but never alone.

“What’s going to happen when we start college?”

“What do you mean love?”

“Are we still going to do things like this?”

“Of course. Although my college is a bit further away I’ll make the effort for you.” Sam smiles and you move next to him and cuddle him as he places a arm around you. “But for how, just stay present in this moment.” He says placing a peck in your head. You watch the ducks and ducklings waddle up the path out of the lake and walk away.

“Sam. I know you know this, but I really do love you. So so much.” You tell him. He places his hand on your arm and rub it up and down.

“I love you too babe. I never thought I could love another human that wasn’t part of my own family. But I clearly proved that wrong.” He chuckled and you look up at him.

“Do you think I’m the one?”


“Do you think I’m the one for you?”

“Even if I don’t end up marrying you, I’m glad I’ve spent this chapters of my life with you. Mum always told me to take one day at a time, and so far, that’s what I’m doing.” Sam said. He always had a way with words.

Your afternoon was spent, talking about your future, your family’s, your aspirations in life. Sam lay down at one point and you had your head on his lap. His fingers tangled in your hair, making you sleepy and eager for a nap in the sun. Dangerous because you didn’t want to burnt, luckily you were under a tree.

“What would you name your kids?” Sam asked.

“Hmm. I guess I haven’t really thought about it much.” You tell him and he nods.


“I’d like to have a girl. It’ll be different, because I’m so used to guys. Other than that. I don’t mind, as long as my wife would be happy.”

“Sam. Whoever you end up with, you would work wonders with that family and they would be so lucky to have you.” You tell him sitting up. The afternoon was slowly becoming an evening.

“Do you wanna stay the night at mine tonight?” Sam offered as you hoped in the car.

“Any chance to sleep next to you. I’ll gladly take.” You wink and he chucked starting the car. You message you mum to let her know that you’re staying at the Hollands for the night. She always made a joke about ‘don’t forget your passport’ because Holland is a country and you found it so old you no longer laughed at her stupid comment. You arrived back at Sam’s place and you followed him in. Paddy greeted you and you guys did your signature handshake. Nikki offered you a drink and some time to catch up. Sam sat with his brothers outside, soaking up the sun and drinking a beer.

You know you’re welcome over here at any time. Even if Sam isn’t around.“ Nikki told you handing you a plate of scones she had freshly made with jam and cream.

“Thank you.” You smile taking a bite of the scone. Her secret ingredient was lemonade.

“We’re probably going to get take away, if that’s okay with you.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Outside, Sam’s brothers were chatting with Sam.

“You’re really lucky man.” Tom said leaning against the back of the chair.

“Yeah. I’m surprised she is still with you.” Harry teased.

“Cheers mate.” Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. You walked out with a glass of water and joined them outside. You sat next to Sam and he placed a hand on your lower back.

“You know (Y/N), if you ever get sick of Sam, and you want to experiment with someone older-”

“I’m good. Thanks Tom.” You say placing a hand on Sam’s knee and take a sip of your water. Tom blushed red. Maybe you’re the first person to turn him down. “Maybe get an Oscar and then we can talk.” You joke and Harry burst out laughing. Nikki called everyone in to eat dinner which she had ordered and got delivered.

“Pizza’s here!” Paddy shouted passing plates out to everyone. You grab two slices and sit on the ground with Paddy in the lounge room. Sam came and sat with you guys.

After dinner, you lap in bed with Sam.
“This has been the best day ever with you Sam. I really appreciate everything you do for me.” You tell him honestly.

“It’s because I love you.” Sam smiles kissing your temple before shutting his eyes. You look at the beauty in front of you. You thank your lucky stars that night for him.


I kinda hate the end to this, but oh well.

Originally posted by tomllholland

Brad Simpson Imagine: You stay the night

REQUEST: Hay I love this blog could I have an imagine where you meet his family an stay the night an in the morning his mum say how cute the two of you are then you and his dad takes Jess for a walk my name is Sophia I have dirt blond hair and green/blue eyes x

Turning the corner to reveal my boyfriends house, I smiled. I’d been invited to go round and spend the night with him, seeing as his parents were going out with his sister and her boyfriend. He apparently didn’t want to go because he felt like he was third wheeling without me, so instead asked me to go and have a movie night with him, which I quickly accepted. 

Knocking on the door, a small smiley woman opened it and her face lit up when she saw me.
“Oh you must me (Y/N), ooooh Brad’s told me so much about you, I’m Brad’s Mum, come in come in!” She hugged me tightly and then beckoned for me to go into the house.Cleaning my feet on the door mat, a big golden retriever came bounding up to me. 
“Hey there Jesse” I giggled, stroking her soft mane.
“She likes you” His mum smiled
“Jesse in here now please” A man shouted from the kitchen
“Oh hello there (y/n) and how are you?”
“I’m really well thankyou, how are you?”
“All the better for seeing you” He smiled
“Well aren’t you just the prettiest little thing, oooh my boy has done a good job finding a little stunner like you…”
“Muuuuum, shhh” a familiar accent said coming down the stairs.
“Hey there Bradley” I smiled
“What’s up buttercup” He laughed

Brad led me into the Kitchen, where his mum and dad were getting ready. We made some snacks and then went into the living room where we were going to be watching movies for the night. I ran up into Brad’s room to fetch some blankets while he sorted out the films we were going to be watching. Walking back into the living room, Brad was spread out on the sofa and there was nowhere else for me to sit. Brad looked at me and patted the sofa in front of him. Not denying his request, I snuggled into him with the blankets around us. 
“See you guys later!” His mum shouted
“See you, have a nice night” I replied
The door slammed and Brad and I were alone.
“Looks like you’ve made a really good impression on my mum”
“Brad she’s lovely! and I am particularly fond of your dog too” I laughed
Jesse was in her bed, settled in at the side of Brad. Our movie night started, and we watched everything from Pitch Perfect to The Woman in Black. Listening to Brad scream like a girl at the horror films definitely made my night. As the night went on, my eyes became heavier and I could feel myself drifting, I knew I wasn’t staying the night but I couldn’t leave Brad on his own, then I…..
“Aw look at these two love bugs” a voice said
As my eyes fluttered open, the daylight from the window blinded me and I saw the silhouette of a young girl. As she became clearer I could see that she looked a lot like Brad, so I presumed that it was his older sister. Hearing a groan from behind me, I looked down to see Brad’s arm around me and his face nuzzled into my neck. We must’ve fallen asleep last night. 
“Shut it Nat” Brad mumbled
“I don’t want to move” he whispered in my ear
Suddenly there was the sound of a camera click and Nat giggling. 
“That’s definitely going online” she giggled, leaving the room
“NAAAAAT….” Brad groaned “She’s always that annoying”

After waking up a little, we made our way into the kitchen. I was still in the clothes from yesterday so Brad gave me one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweatpants. Surprisingly, the sweat pants fitted me perfectly but the hoodie was a little too oversized. I tied my hair up in a messy bun and began to make breakfast for the family. 
“Do you know how attractive you look wearing my clothes” Brad mumbled in my ear, placing little kisses on my neck
“Not here Bradley” I giggled as he tickled my sides, forcing me to turn around and place my arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his lips as our foreheads touched. 
“Brad, stop with the PDA for goodness sake man” Nat laughed
“Leave them alone, god they’re adorable” His mum said walking in behind.
Brad’s face went bright red as he returned to helping me prepare the breakfast. All of a sudden, both of our phones beeped and we checked to see that we’d both been tagged in a post by Nat on Twitter. There were two photos, one of Brad and I sleeping and another of us hugging in the Kitchen with the caption ’My two little love bugs’. 

The breakfasts I made for the family were widely complimented, apparently I do actually make really good pancakes. Brad went upstairs to take a  phone call from his manager whilst his parents went into the living room to watch the television. I stayed behind in the kitchen to clear things up. 
“Need any help?” Nat asked
“Oh yes please, if you wouldn’t mind”
Coming next to me, she dried the dishes whilst I washed them and we talked. Nat told me a lot about what Brad was like when he was little and she said that I was the only girl Brad had ever seemed genuinely happy with. We also had a little bit of a water fight, which was stopped by Brad’s mum, ending up with us both in giggles of laughter on the floor.
“Listen, do you want to borrow some of my things to get changed into? I mean you’re probably going to be spending the day here and it’ll save you putting the stuff you wore yesterday back on”
“Are you sure Nat?”
“Of course, c'mon!”
Nat led me up to her room where she let me borrow a pair of tights and a really cute dress along with a burgundy cardigan. Nat had such a good dress sense.
“Wow, Nat your wardrobe is amazing, man I wish I could dress like you”
“We’ll have to go shopping some time, it’ll be fun!” She smiled
Leaving me in her room to get changed, do my hair and my make up, I went back downstairs and sat in the living room with Brad’s family as they asked me questions about myself as well as Brad. 
“Urgh” Brad groaned, flopping himself on the sofa
“Sup?” asked his Mum
“Joe needs me to go to the studio to record the last verse vocal for Can We Dance but I wanted to spend the day with (y/n)”
“Awwwwwww” Nat cooed
“NAT!” He shouted
“Jeez soz” she laughed
“Brad go” I smiled
“Yeah but…”
“Brad, (y/n) is right, Your mum and Nat are going shopping for food, and I’m going to take Jesse for a walk around the park, (y/n) can join me…that’s if you’d like too (y/n)”
“I’d love too!” I smiled

That was decided, Brad’s mum drove Brad to the studio and then was going straight for the shopping. Brad’s Dad put the lead on Jesse as I put my converse on and we started off on our walk. I’m not going to lie, it was a little awkward at first, but we bonded and we talked a lot about different things. 
“Brad’s smitten with you”
“He is?”
“You’re his world, you’re the only thing he speaks about, he idolises you and, well, I just want to thank you for making my son so happy”
“It’s my pleasure” I smiled
“Cm'ere” He said, pulling me in for a hug.
We finished our walk and returned back to the house where Nat and Brad’s Mum had already arrived home with the shopping. Brad then got in from the studio and cuddled up to me on the sofa whilst we all watched the latest episode of ‘The Vampire Diaries’

Tyler Bate - Meeting the Family

Prompt: “I think you forgot who wears the pants in this relationship” + “I’ll just tell your mom on you.” With Tyler Bate?
Requested: by anon
Warnings: None
Words: 900+

“I regret this” you said as Tyler held the door open for you to get into the car. You were in England with NXT and Tyler’s family were having a little get together because he hadn’t been home in a long time. So after 10 months of dating, Tyler thought it would be a good idea to introduce you to his family. And you did too. Until the day actually came. 

“You’ll be fine, they will love you” Tyler smiled closing the door and getting into the driver’s seat. It was a just over a 2-hour drive from London to Tyler’s parent’s house in Dudley and you thought that would give you time to prepare yourself but it just made you more nervous. “We’re here” Tyler smiled turning the car off. You sighed leaning your head back against the headrest. “Gorgeous, don’t worry they will love you” 

“I’m not good with parents” You sighed as Tyler grabbed your hand walking towards the house “Oh god, we should have brought something, like a bottle of wine or some food. oh god why didn’t we bring anything?!” 

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anonymous asked:

So how would the SDR2 girls react to their kids asking them about the Ultimate Despair?

Hm… Excellent question Anon ;P I hope you like my answer!

SDR2 Girls react to their kids asking them about the Ultimate Despair

Chiaki Nanami:

- … *Cries for eternity*

- No but seriously let’s pretend she was a member of Ultimate Despair just for this ;p

- The kids would most likely find out because of an old game they found

- “What’s this mum?”

- She pauses her current game to look at what they’re holding

- “Huh?”

- “It says Super Despair Inducing Game!”

- Oh no

- “Can we play it?”

- “NO!”

- The kids look at her slightly confused

- “No… We can’t because… The console for that game isn’t here anymore… Sorry”

- She takes the game off of them and puts it in her pocket

- “But mum, I’ve heard somewhere that once there was this group called the Ultimate Despair… Is that true?”

- “That was… A game… Yeah, it was a game set in a sort of war zone…”

- When you get home you see her explaining what the Ultimate Despair with every detail but the only difference is that she’s making it sound like a video game

- Nice one Nanami

Peko Pekoyama:

- She’s teaching her kids the proper techniques when sword fighting when they ask her

- “Weren’t you like a soldier for the Ultimate Despair mum?”

- She just freezes for a second before giving them her full attention

- “How do you know about that?”

- “Uncle Kuzuryuu told us! We asked him about his eye patch and he told us!”

- Master… What on Earth were you thinking?!

- She kind of has no choice but to tell them the truth at this point

- The only thing she doesn’t say in her story is the actual brutality, she admits that she did kill people but she makes sure to explain that it was because she didn’t really have full control back then

- “Wow! You’re so cool mum!”

- “Well… Cool isn’t exactly the word I’d use…”

- When you get back home you find her answering questions 

- “Did you get hurt?”

- “Are you like an assassin mum?”

- “Can you teach me?”

- You feel sorry for her so you quickly offer to make dinner

- She’s thankful

Mahiru Koizumi:

- The kids managed to find out because of some old photos they found

- They walk up to her holding the photo

- “Did you take this mum?”

- “Huh?! Where did you get that?”

- “It looks like something out of a movie scene!”

- A movie scene?… Yes that’s perfect!

- “Oh… It is from a movie”

- “Huh? You took photos for a film mum?”

- “Yes! It was a film about… War. I’d normally refuse something as stupid as that but it turns out all my friends got to have a part of it so I… Wanted to help and take pictures”

- She hates lying but what is she meant to say?!

- She can’t tell her children that their mother was part of a terrorist group who committed countless crimes!

- “Can we watch that film mum?”

- “Oh… I don’t think it’s possible haha, I don’t remember the title of it anyway so I wouldn’t be able to find it”

- The kids don’t really question it

- She really wishes you’d come home sooner next time a situation like that happens

Mikan Tsumiki:

- When she hears that name again she jumps

- “Where did you hear that?”

- “Someone at school told us! They said it was a terrorist group… Were you part of it mum?”

- “Hyah!”

- “Is that a yes?”

- “U-Um well.. No… I was just… A nurse!”

- “A nurse for the bad guys?”

- “It was more of the fact that I was… Forced. I guess you could say… I was something like a prisoner of war!”

- She somehow manages to convince them that she was kidnapped by them due to her being a nurse

- Although to make it more ‘believable’ she told them that the first time you and her met was when you heroically saved her

- I mean, that made you sound cool and all but that was definitely not the truth

- You played along with it anyway

Ibuki Mioda:

- Honestly she’d accidentally let it slip

- And by that I mean she’d be like “Oh Ibuki was part of the Ultimate Despair!”

- So of course the kids would ask her what it actually was

- You’re watching the whole thing so you quickly step in before she tells your kids that she was basically a terrorist

- “What your mother means by that is just the name of an old band of hers”

- You give her a quick glare and she instantly understands that she has to play along

- “Oh yes! F/n - chan is so good at remembering everything about Ibuki!”

- “Wow! A band? Can you play us something on your guitar please mum?”

- She immediately gets up and starts tuning her guitar

- Oh no

- Before you can stop her, she begins to play

- Let’s face it, it’s probably some sort of heavy metal like song

- The kids are kinda shocked at first and stay quiet but then they start cheering

- “Again again!”

- You just sigh but let her play anyway

Sonia Nevermind:

- She’s just teaching them simple things about their country when the question comes up

- “Mum what’s the Ultimate Despair?”

- She picks up her cup of tea and sips it

- How should I answer this?…

- “Well you see, the Ultimate Despair… Was a terrorist group that caused the world a lot of trouble..”

- “But someone said you were a part of it!”

- “That is…. A lie. I was simply captured by them! Due to my high status as a princess back then they simply used me as a way of getting more people to join! That is all!”

- Yes that seems like a good reason

- “Did you manage to escape?”

- “Of course! As you know I do have quite a lot of useful skills so I simply put them to good use!”

- They don’t really question her on all the details which she’s really glad about because she honestly has no idea what else to say 

- “Wait, was Dad part of Ultimate Despair?”

- “Of course not! Your father was working for the good people, the people called the Future Foundation!”

- When you get back home you’re greeted with your kids telling you how cool you are

Hiyoko Saionji:

- At first whenever she would be asked about it she would just dismiss it and tell the kids to just stop

- But they would not give up and they’d keep trying until eventually one day she would just snap and come up with the easiest lie

- “It was just a dance group I was part of! I didn’t name it of course, who’d come up with such a stupid name like that?!”

- She then basically spends the whole time dissing the name

- When you get back home the kids ask you, just to make sure, what the Ultimate Despair was

- “Uh, what did your mum tell you?”

- “She said it was a dance group she was part of!”

- “That’s right!… If I…. Remember correctly she hated it”

- “Huh? But why would she perform with them if she hated them?”

- “Well… The world of fame is a complicated one”

- “Is that why you’re in a boring office job dad?”

- Oh boy you can really tell they’re Saionji’s kids

- You notice her standing in the doorway giggling

- “Well, why don’t you go bother your mother a bit more until she makes dinner?”

- “Wh- S/O that is unfair!”

- “Why don’t you show us one of the dances you did when being in the Ultimate Despair as well mum?”

- She gives you a glare before disappearing into the kitchen

Akane Owari:

- Honestly she’s too lazy to think of a convincing lie

- That’s why when she’s asked about it she just tells them the complete truth

- When you come home you find her and the kids lying on the sofa as she just straight up tells them about how she had to attack people

- “What are you doing?!”

- “Oh S/O you’re back already? Join in! I’m telling them stories about the past!”

- “Did you know mum used to beat up people!”

- “I want to be just like mum!”

- Okay that’s 

- “Story time is over.”

- “Awh! Why?!”

- “You really have to ask why?”

- “… Guess not”

- She then quickly jumps up from the sofa

- “Alright kids you know what time it is! TIME TO MAKE FOOD!”

- They literally sprint to the kitchen

- This family…

- You just sigh and follow them 

The Summer (30/33)

The Summer (30/33) | Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life. | Phan | Mature | Smut, Misunderstandings, Insecurity, Panic Attacks, Bullying, Minor Violence, Physical Fight | 300,000+ Words

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Four Years.

The note remained in my fingertips even though I had memorised his words and meanings. It had been a long time since I bothered trying to talk to him, I told the empty line what needed to be said, I can remember it as if I uttered those words yesterday. 

A lot can happen in four years, people can change and grow or shrink into their own existence. 1095 days to be precise, this is how long it has taken me to figure out who I was and with the spare 365 days I gave myself well, let’s just say I kept myself busy- since half of it remains hazy when I try and think about it. 

Leaning back into the seat I re open the curtain, letting light into the aisle as I reminisce on the last time I was on a flight. I remember being drained, officially defeated by my status as a person and the guilt that had ridden my form, guilt from lying to Ashton, to Luke but also to myself. Closing my eyes I hear the cries that echoed down an empty line, the cries developing into muffled sobs as I tried to calm myself down only muttering apologies to him rather than coherent words. 

In the distance the clouds clear revealing the reality of the dream world, masses of land covered in green, light rays shine through the clouds illuminating the ocean and the tiny ant sized people below. Could he be one of them? This remained an apparent thought that circled my mind even though I was hours away.  Sending my parents a quick message, letting them know roughly how long it would be until I’d land and return to the life they hope I’d lead- something relatively normal. 

To me he was no longer dead, he was a ghost that haunted every decision I made. His voice spoke the fearful thoughts when I went to a bar or spoke to some guy or went on a date, he was haunting my every move and I couldn’t bare it, so I drowned it out. Unfortunately I can’t do that now, I can’t keep repeating the same actions as it’ll only end with more pain than it began with. When he first apologised there was a searing through my chest that spread rapidly through me. Pounding in my temples began and I felt sick to my stomach yet I was paralysed in a state of disbelief yet now, now everything is numb, and this my own undoing. 

Focusing on the piano that played into my ears I cast those memories away for a good reason as a new voice entered my ears and I couldn’t help but overhear. “Yeah I just want to tell him I’m sorry, like I didn’t mean it I was just caught up in the moment of it all.” She was trying to be quiet from in front of me but through the slither of the chairs I could just make out the brown hair that was perfectly curled for a 12 hour flight. 

Blinking I averted my eyes and ears from her conversation, I didn’t want to know the context nor did I care. Sighing I rested my head in my hand, focusing on the clouds clearing and a smile forming on my face. Everything was coated in white, gaps were made but everything else was in a complete blanket of snow; just in time for Christmas. Unaware of how much time had passed as a new day dawned I began to get myself together seeing the lights flicker for seat belts to be re fastened. 

Having made it off of the plane and through the boardwalk I couldn’t help but feel apprehensive. This was it now, this would be when I press play on my life again. I can’t pause anymore or rewind, I’m stuck in this moment and there’s no turning back. Releasing a shaky breath I grip onto my luggage even tighter than before and head into the arrivals area, my eyes scan the scenes of loved ones being reunited. Seeing them hugging tightly or having flowers or kissing non stop, tearing my eyes away I try not to think how much I miss it or crave that now. 

The sound of my name being called with such joy caused my ears to perk, tilting my head up I see my parents waving and without a second to spare I run over to them. Embracing them both in a tight hug it’s as if I’m 12 again, coming home from an awful school trip that lasted four days and I had never missed them more, that was until now. Their hug meant security, complete protection and undoubtful sense of love. 

Pulling away I wipe my face and let out a shaky laugh, now unable to hide my smile to see them in person. Not on a screen, not over the phone when I had time to spare but at home. 

We began to walk out and I could sense my Dad watching me, he was doing the Dad thing of observing my current state, physically and mentally. They don’t know what happened in the past year, it is something I am suppressing from my own memories and refuse to relive it again, never again. Yet, I got better. I’m fresh, a flower that has blossomed for the first time and found a new way to live without the past. 

“A fresh start eh love?” My Dad nudged me as we neared the car and I nodded in response. Taking my rucksack and suitcase I forced them into the small boot of the car, feeling the snow dust on my shoulders and the ground around us now grey mush as opposed to fresh frost. 

As my Dad drove us home my Mum rambled on about everything I’ve missed, things she had told me three times before over the phone yet I was too preoccupied with the sights we passed. All of the trees that lined the small forests delicately draped in snowflakes, some had broken branches weighed down with thick layers of the stuff. I saw all of the houses that I cycled by as a child, most the same as ever before with faded paint or chipped bricks lining the walls. Others had makeovers with fresh colours and lavish decorations in their gardens, now barely visible due to the snow. 

Feeling the car come to a halt I lift my head up and see my parents both smiling to me with that light glimpsing in their eyes. Just past their heads I focused through the raindrops that blurred the window ahead, lights could vaguely be seen but as they moved aside I leant forward and smiled brightly. “Home.” A heartfelt word that I hadn’t thought about in so long, my home had been various hotels for too long. Maybe this is what I needed after all. 

Stepping out of the car I felt the crunch of snow beneath my feet and struggled to contain my excitement. Observing the outside of our house things hadn’t changed, everything seemed as if I never left excluding the fairy lights draped around the roof and gutter pipes for Christmas. 

Linking arms with my Mum she gave my arm a light squeeze as we walked back inside. The soft scent of Lavender floated through the air as I stood in amazement to see slight alterations made to the decor that made me feel slightly uncomfortable. White replaced the once burgundy walls, probably since I wasn’t here to risk ruining white, laminate flooring instead of carpets and the photographs and achievements rearranged along with new artwork. 

Taking slow steps forward I glanced around at the photos displayed seeing holidays, birthdays and christmases yet something seemed to be hidden behind an elephant sculpture. Reaching up to see it my Dad called me over preventing me from seeing what it was. Walking into the living room it remained the same as ever which was comforting, sitting down on the sofa I could see the Christmas tree up and presents settled beneath it. “So, three days until Christmas.” He started and soon smoothed his hands over the jeans that covered his thighs, a nervous tendency I picked up. “Any plans?” A brief look was exchanged with my Mum then their eyes focused back on me. 

Shifting in my seat I just shook my head, “I just want to get back into things,” Smiling to them both I could see my Mum releasing her breath. “just to settle back into this.” I told them then excused myself to go back to my room and sort my things out. 

It felt as if I truly was 12 again, my Mum told me what was for dinner and to have my washing in a basket ready for her. The climb up the stairs felt brief as I placed my luggage outside of my room, hovering my hand above the handle. Gripping onto the silver handle I pushed my door open, it was as if it had been untouched. Nothing had been changed, sure, it had been cleaned up but I still had the art on my wall, the array of books piling up and my notepad left open with some notes from my last visit here. 

Yet I felt uncomfortable, trapped. In here the memories lingered, I hoped for change in this room to make new memories rather than reach out and grasp onto the old ones. I didn’t want to sit on my bed, I didn’t want to think about how he kissed me or how we slept together here. The art work he picked for me knowing I admired it for months perfectly framed on the wall was a reminder. You’re better than this, you’re starting again. Running my fingers through my hair I began to remove certain things and place them outside of my door- books, albums, wall art, prints, clothes; anything that left an uncomfortable memory of him in my mind. 

Soon I sat in the centre of my room seeing it now bare in patches. I’m ready for new memories, I’m done living in the past. 

Christmas Eve, my phone remained closer to me now yet I avoided social media but the ones I had were strictly private. My Instagram was merely to update my parents on my travels and I had to apologise to a particular person, despite the guilt that I kept hidden a fresh start meant tying up loose ends. These included the ones I had with Ashton. 

Sitting up in my bed I take a peek outside of my blinds, the sun is only just rising and sleep still remains a difficulty since being back. The amount of snow left is decreasing and snowmen are now melting or have been destroyed resulting into nothing less than grey sludge that people slip over. Picking up my phone I take my earphones out and begin to text but pause halfway through the message. 

Sighing I take a sip of water and delete the entire message. Instead of typing I place my phone to my ear, hoping he would pick up. Doubt circled my mind as the rings went on, I wouldn’t blame him for not answering, I know I wouldn’t or if I did it would be with high hopes for an explanation. 

“If it isn’t the nightingale returning to the nest.” His accent was thick with sarcasm as opposed to the sweet tone he usually took with me, ignoring the stabbing in my stomach I sighed. 

“Yes, there is a lot of explaining to do-”

“Then you better get started.” He was short, I could hear shuffling in the background and voices becoming more faint as the seconds passed by. 

Removing my duvet from my body I swung my legs over my bed and stretched out before standing in the centre of my room. “Obviously, I lied to you.” A scoff could be heard in response but I wouldn’t give in to his responses, not now. “And a lot happened whilst I was gone to me. Some of it good, some of it not so good.” Shaking my head I blinked rapidly, wanting to get rid of the pictures and voices I could hear replaying like a song stuck on a loop. 

“You aren’t the only one.” A light laugh followed his response that made me feel at ease which was shortly lived. “Luke is a mess.” My heart felt heavy but I couldn’t allow it, not anymore.

Sighing I sat down on my floor and glimpsed to the gap on my wall, reminding me of my old apartment in its entirety. “That’s not why I phoned.” Stopping him from continuing he questioned my reasoning, “I can’t keep doing this. Trying to move on and then being dragged back into Lukes problems.” I began to get frustrated with myself more than him. “Luke is not in my life and I’m not in his Ashton.” Stating the obvious to him I stood up and held my arm around my waist as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My expression was cold and hard, “It’s time to move on. I’m sorry for what I did to you. Goodbye.” With that I hung up. 

No tears, no drama. I’m sick of being drawn back in and refused to allow it anymore. 

My day went on as expected, I wrapped up warm and began to sort my room out and all of my belongings from my old apartment. I kept the things I wanted, the rest was binned as he the items he left were worthless, meaningless to me. Home was just somewhere I needed to be for a little while, things seemed to be more clear in the company of the wise. 

The day had soon become dark and the sea of lights I was so used to seeing had dramatically changed to the occasional conversation that passed by our house. Children excitedly sang with their parents or spoke of magic from Santa, friends laughed about plans for the next few days and couples discussed anything and everything. The change was pleasant, it wasn’t all in a foreign language or in an unfamiliar setting, it felt secure which was what I was craving for sometime. 

Sitting in the living room with a hot cup of tea whilst I snuggled up in my thick jumper I happily watched Christmas films, something that was a tradition in our family to do on Christmas Eve. I felt content, I was at peace with myself. I’m moving on with my life, I tied up my loose ends with Ashton and he hasn’t been in touch since. Fans quieted down a year or so ago on my behalf, I never looked into why but was grateful for the absence of rumours exploding on my phone. 

A quiet knock on the door interrupted the film during the first twenty minutes. Placing my mug down I looked to my parents, “Expecting anyone?” I spoke up and headed out of the room. 

“Oh it might be Rosemary! You know she said she might pop round.” Chuckling to myself I neared the door and opened it with a wide smile to greet my Mums old friend. 

As the door opened and I held it wide open for her to enter my smile dropped, it vanished entirely. My whole body became tense and I was questioning my eyes, this wasn’t real, this must be dream. It must be

Deep purple bags were etched into his under eyes along with multiple creases surrounding the outer corners of those once vivid blue eyes full of laughter and life. Now they were void of all emotion, life, any source of hope. His entire face seemed broken, his posture weakened and he hung his shoulders forward in defeat. Even from here I could see the trembling of his body, his broad shoulders shaking silently. His lips quivered as he opened his mouth to speak but I couldn’t bare it, my body reacted faster than my brain could process and I slammed the door on him. 

Resting my head against the door the beating of my heart rode over any source of sound. The thumping intensified as I picked out every aspect of him again, but worst of all his eyes. He was broken, truly and completely broken. Ashton said a mess, by a mess I assumed he went off the rails with Arzaylea. The last thing on my mind was him barely able to stand up and hold himself, I didn’t expect to see him here of all places on Christmas Eve. 

Light footsteps could be heard making their way towards me and a hand was placed on my shoulder. “Give him five minutes honey,” My Mum softly spoke to me as I lifted my head from the door frame. The thumping of my heart beat died down, my sense of sound had returned just in time to hear her words of wisdom. “you give him five minutes to explain it all and then it’s up to you what to do next. If you don’t, then you’ll always wonder.” She shrugged her shoulders to me and gave me a small hug before walking away back to the living room, closing the door behind her. 

Glancing down to the door knob I was unaware of my how much my hand was trembling. Her words replayed in my mind as I gripped it instantly then froze as I tried to think what I’d do when I saw him again. 

Taking a deep breath I quickly opened the door expecting to see him stood, waiting for me again. Yet he was nowhere to be seen, in a state of panic various thoughts flooded my mind and my feet lead me down the poorly lit streets. I passed neighbours who wished me a merry Christmas or exchanged mere pleasantries as I stayed light on my feet and eyes peeled out for him. A weak mutter of my name caused me to stop half way up my road, turning around I moved my hair out of my eyes and saw the large tree that the kids played in during summer just before the entrance to the fields. 

Sat beneath them in the remaining sludge he shivered violently, his arms wrapped around his knees he struggled to lift his head to see me. In an instance I rushed over and kneeled in front of him, my right hand reaching out to his cheek and holding it, feeling how bitter it felt and lacked warmth entirely. My other hand was on his knee, unsure what else to do I helped him to his feet and began to walk in silence towards my house. 

It took us a while to walk the short distance, he stumbled over his feet and mostly relied on me to help him. His hand wrapped around mine I blocked out the faint butterflies and carried on. Five minutes may be ten now, but it’s something. As we approached my house I helped him inside and up the stairs, the film could be heard playing and I silently thanked my parents for keeping out of it all. 

Taking him upstairs I grabbed all the blankets I could find as I lead him towards the spare room yet he sidetracked me and walked in the direction of my room. Quickly I tugged his arm, guiding him back the other way silently until he was sat on the spare bed engulfed in layers upon layers of blankets. 

Sitting in front of him I passed him a glass of water, it shaked with force in his hand as he moved it towards his face gulping it down. He leant back into the bed and sighed. I couldn’t help but think continuously what had happened to him, how he ended up here of all places. “Why, why are you here Luke?” Speaking up I broke the silence between the two of us and I fiddled with the loose cotton on the edges of my jumper. 

A long pause followed until he sat upright in front of me. It seemed weird, we were like strangers. This person who sat before me was not one I recognised nor knew in the past. He is a mere shell of who he was when he made me laugh, when he told me he loved me much like myself. I’ve changed and grown yet there’s something, something I can’t put my finger on. 

“I needed to, I needed to see you.” He mumbled as he his fists tightened, I could see the red marks that lined his knuckles and the dried blood that coated them. 

He kept his head down whilst I got up to get some water for his hands to clean them up. As I got to the bathroom I looked at my reflection as I filled a bowl up with warm water. I picked out all the things that had changed about me for the better, I noticed how I seemed happier, things didn’t seem so heavy on me. Yet there was that one thing in my eyes that was growing, that curiosity to who Luke is now. Something I struggle to let go of no matter how much I try to deny it. 

Walking back to the room I open the door to see the pile of blankets left on the bed, vacant of Luke. Placing the bowl down I walk out and head towards my room, the door ajar and he stands taller, broader in the centre just looking around. “You changed.” He spoke up as I lent against the doorway, crossing my arms. 

“It was for the better.” I was clear and confident. Luke turned back around to face me and I could see the hurt in his expression, all he did was nod before walking closer to me. 

The cockiness he greeted me with years ago was gone, the shy boy I first met was gone and in his place was this unknown pain, this feeling I was unfamiliar with. His eyes travelled past my face and to my neck, he lifted his hand up and I pushed it away with force. “You, you still wear the locket?” He sounded surprised and I placed my hand over the necklace, unaware I was wearing it. 

Feeling the locket in my finger tips I showed a small smile, “I always wear it.” My smile began to fade as I straightened back up. “It was one of the only things that wasn’t ruined for me by you.” Walking away I headed back to the spare room and patiently waited for him. 

I could hear my heart beating faster and the blush crossing my cheeks, just like it always did when I was with him. Sitting down I could hear his heavy footsteps nearing and he defeatedly collapsed back down, he placed his hands in front of me with ease. As I cleaned them the clear liquid became diluted with crimson, “So, four years.” He let out a dry laugh in between winces as I carefully dabbed at the cuts that lined his knuckles. 

“Four years.” Repeating his words I pictured the time I had, the good and the bad. Unaware of my pause Luke placed his hand on top of mine, bringing me back into this moment. 

He looked at me with some concern, similar to how he did in the lead up to leaving for a tour. “Ashton told me everything.” He muttered breaking the quiet and I lowered my head, ashamed of what I did despite it all. “What happened to you?” The concern etched into his words as he lowered his voice, his head becoming closer to mine and his hands now on my thighs. 

Moving away from him I let his hands fall down, “Nothing Luke.” Shutting him off I saw his shoulders dip again. “What happened to you?” Raising an eyebrow he pushed himself against the wall and looked me in the eyes. 

“Arzaylea broke up with me, not long after you left.” I scoffed at the thought, unsure how to take the news as it seemed almost ironic. “Then she proceeded to sell the story of our relationship.” He quickly said and my eyes went wide and I couldn’t help but let out a laugh. 

“She, she actually sold your relationship? Wow, that is just a new level of pathetic.” Luke merely nodded in response. For a guy who has had around three years to get over it he doesn’t seem phased. 

He rested his head against the wall and dried his knuckles off, “You know I realised a lot when she was gone.” Sighing I moved my hair out of my face, not sure if I would want to know. 

“Do I need to know this or can I just-” I motioned away but he leant forward again, desperation lingering in his eyes. 

He pleaded, “Please, just hear me out.” Repositioning myself in the chair I gave him my full attention, ready to hear whatever it was he had to say. “When Ashton told me you had gone I was angry, I was angry at you initially but more so at myself for doing this to you.” Nodding along I knew what he meant. “I acted out and she didn’t like it so she called it off. Then I saw the story and went off the rails, I made temporary friends every night, I drank away everything until I remembered mere moments of it stored in my camera roll.” He sighed and buried his head in his hands. “My parents made me get help again, I got out a week ago and I just had to see you.” I could hear the hope in his tone and I shifted on the spot. 

“Sounds tough.” My only response, the one I could word without sounding too harsh or too petty. 

He nodded and let out a dry laugh, one that was slightly unnerving. “I was lost. The person I was is gone and I want him back. It hurts me to know I’m like this and I feel trapped.” 

“I nearly killed myself last year.” I whispered. Something I had never admitted aloud. He remained still, too still. “Things were going well, I learned to love life on my own but one day I woke up and hated everything. I hated that the people I woke up with didn’t care about me. That my memories would fade and all I’d be left with were photos or notes we had. I hated that I was so alone in cities full of life.” My eyes remained shut as I explained, it was something I feared speaking about for too long. 

Yet, I felt if I were to tell anyone it would be Luke. 

“Something was always missing. There was a vacant space lodged inside of me and it only grew the longer I stayed like that. It felt like too much and I wanted it to stop.” I paused for breath and felt a single tear trickle down my cheek. “So I tried to make it stop.” Another tear fell but was wiped away by a heavy hand that rested against my cheek. 

Opening my eyes he sat close in front of me, focused on me entirely with pure empathy. “You tried to make it stop indefinitely?” He whispered and all I could do was nod. 

“When it failed I figured things out. I decided to come home. A fresh start.” I stated and nodded to myself. “Yet I still keep the box your Mum gave me, I’m still wearing the locket from my first Christmas with your family. I still read the lyrics of the song you wrote about me and I can’t-”

He shushed me and moved his hand away from my cheek, “That wasn’t the only song.” A simple sentence that caught my attention, my mouth partially opened as I waited for more to be said. “I wrote so many, there are so many that I wrote, I recorded and kept back for something else.” His fingertips circled my palm as he continued to explain whilst my heart remained lodged in my throat. 

“When I was so close to ending it all there was only one person I wanted to talk to.” Part of me felt so pathetic for admitting it, but it had to be said. I had to be honest, I was always honest with Luke. “All I wanted to do was talk to you, see if I could make some sense of it all with you in mind.” Shaking my head I wiped away the tears that fell, unable to do anything else. 

He held my hands tightly in his, “I will always want to know these things.” I focused on the raw emotion in those blue eyes, “No matter the time, the place, the cost of the phone call I will always want to make sure you are okay.” He kept his eyes on mine, not tearing away for a single second as the words flowed. “You are the one person that matters to me the most. You always have been and this time we’ve had apart has made me realise and put things in perspective.” 

“We’re rare, Luke.” I stated. “Ashton knows, your family knows it, my family try and deny it for my own sake but we can’t.” Shaking my head I let out a small laugh. “Ashton told me years ago about how I can’t see the look you have in your eyes when I’m turned away.” Luke smiled to himself, his gaze torn away from mine. 

“You’re just genuine. You have been you from day one. Remember my letter?” He asked and I nodded, like I could forget. “Every word, every word came from the bottom of my heart. I was still amazed to wake up to you in the mornings we had together. To sit with you at family meals or have someone to open up to on anything.” The light that was vacant slowly reappeared as he streamed the truth, something I’ve been unknowingly waiting for. 

He moved closer and placed his hand on my cheek, stroking it and I placed my hand on top of his, missing his touch. “Things fell apart when I let you go.” I whispered as I flickered from his eyes to his lips.

“I can’t lose you again, not for anything.” He spoke in a hushed tone, as I closed my eyes. “I’ll always be here for you, please know that.” 

I could feel his breath on mine and the beating of my heart blocking out everything except my own words, “We can fix each other, piece by piece.” 

His lips met mine and everything else melted away. All of our memories played back from the first time he approached me to the day I got this locket that I always wore. As I pulled away I rested my forehead against his, letting out a heavy breath. “Merry Christmas Luke.” 

Even after all this time I can no longer deny myself of feelings. I endured more heartache than I ever imagined possible for one heart to deal with. My life felt meaningless and the weight on my shoulders grew with each day that passed as the regret became harder to carry.

 I’m tired of losing those I love. No more tears, no more drama, my search is over at long last and slowly we can mend the pieces that fell apart.

- and that is the end to When Things Fell Apart. It is currently 1:30 in the morning but I had to finish this. My first ever piece I wrote on tumblr now being one of my most successful series’ I cannot thank you enough. Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays, love to you all. - 

Carl Grimes X Mother figure

Requested @greek-geek481
Sorry if this is bad, I’ve had really bad writers block recently so it was hard to write but i did my best.

I didn’t know how long we had been driving for or where we were heading but all I could think about was Y/N, my step mum. The last things she said to me before she was pulled into the truck by the saviours were ‘I’m sorry’

I never appreciated her. She was my second chance at having a mum and I treated her like she was nothing to me and now it was to late. She was gone.


“Carl, sweetie can you-”

“Don’t call me that” I snapped at my 'mum’

She was not my mum, she was far from it.

“Oh sorry. Carl can you please take Judith for a quick walk while I clean up a bit in here?” She asked politely making me roll my eyes.
I walked up to her, more like stomped and snatched My baby sister from her arms quickly making her gasp slightly and step back.

She may be my dads wife but that does not make her my mum.

I truly missed waking up to cooked breakfast, clean clothes, cookies and cakes hot out of the oven but mostly I missed seeing my Dad happy. Judith would cry Y/N’s name and make grabby hands at any photos she saw of her. She saw Y/N as a mother, why couldn’t I? Why did I have to be such an asshole.

I missed out on so many laughs, trips, dinners all because I couldn’t appreciate what was right in front of me.

flashback -

I watched y/n get torn from my dads arms, she didn’t fight it, she didn’t want to get anyone else killed.
She screamed I love yous at my dad and I, but I didn’t say it back, I couldn’t speak, move, heck I was even to scared to breath. We all watched as she got pulled into the back of a truck by a couple of the saviours. Negan looked pleased with himself when he saw the tear stains on my dads cheeks. He knew he had taken what was my dads pride and joy.

“Dad?” I asked trying to get his attention, he was also deep in thought.
“Yes, son?” He didn’t have be that usual spark in his voice.
“Do you think we’ll get Y/N and Daryl back? If we’re going to fight we need them” I replied. Although we really needed those 2 to fight the saviours I also had a few things I wanted to say go Y/N. Dad tensed when I said her name. He truly missed her.
“I don’t know Carl”
I really had taken for granted what I had and now I may never get my chance to apologise. I imagined her bruised and covered in her own blood, locked in a small confined space probably with no food, water or human contact. Probably being taunted and bullied by the saviours or even the man himself, Negan.
They were going to pay for what they’ve done to Alexandria.

Trouble - Luke (epilogue)

Here is the epilogue for Trouble! The other parts are on my masterlist!


“That’s my toast you’re eating”

“I don’t have time to make any,” you speak through a mouthful of bread “you did.” He’d woken up earlier than you, as he always did, while you had grumbled about having ‘just 5 more minutes’.

“I know, that’s why I had time to make the toast you’re now eating” Luke laughs.

“Well, it’s good toast if that helps”

“It’s a good job I love you” your husband moves over to you, kissing your now butter covered lips.

“We have to go” you argue, despite wrapping your arms around his neck.

“No, we don’t” he chuckles, his mouth moving back to yours.

“We really do,” you groan, “if we’re late, Y/F/N will kill me. She’s still annoyed she missed our wedding.”

“We were in France and she was over 8 months pregnant” Luke scoffs, “Ash practically had her on house arrest, he was so over protective.”

When you and Luke left you’d travelled to all the places you’d dreamed of going. Then, after a year of travelling, while you were in a tiny town in France, Luke had proposed. As soon as you’d said 'yes’, you realised you didn’t want to wait. You wanted to be his wife, so you got married there and then. Now, over a year later, you’d finally found a place that felt like a home to you both. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that far from the town you’d grown up in. A town you were now going back to to visit your best friend for her son, Max’s, first birthday. It was the first time you’d been back since you left.

“Its going to be fine, Y/N.” Luke moved his now empty plate to the sink.

“I know, I know,” you chew on your lip, “I’m just…I…oh god, I’m going to see them, aren’t I?”

“Baby,” he moves back to you, pulling you into his chest, “they can’t do anything. It’s going to be okay. And I’ll be there the whole time.”

“You won’t let go of my hand, right?”

“Not even when you go to the toilet” he promises.

“You’re an idiot”

“An idiot you married” you feel him grin.


“Ahhh the Hemmings are here!” Ashton opens the door, huge grin on his face.

“Shut up” you chuckle, hugging him.

“You’re in a good mood” Luke laughs at the grin plastered on his friend’s face.

“It’s my boy’s first birthday!” He pulls both of you into the house.

“You’re here” Y/F/N rushes over and throws her arms around you, then moves to squeeze the living daylights out of Luke. As soon as Luke escapes her arms, his eyes search for their son who is sat in his high chair at the kitchen counter. A grin breaks out into his face as he strides over and picks up the birthday boy.

“Happy Birthday, bro” he murmurs, as Max stares at him with intense curiosity, “God, he looks more like Ashton every day.” He laughs.

“Yeah, he does!” Ash beams.

“Please, don’t encourage him” Y/F/N rolls her eyes at Luke, reaching up to place a kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek, “you’re a natural” she nods at where Max is now giggling at the faces your husband is pulling.

“I need the practice” he looks at you, sparkle in his eyes.

“What do you… Oh my god, you’re…Y/N?!” Both her and Ashton’s faces turn to yours.

“I’m three months gone” you smile, your eyes still focused on Luke.

“Oh my god, congratulations!” Y/F/N looks like she’s about to cry.

“Does this mean our kids could end up together?!” Ash

“Absolutely not” Luke shakes his head, “no son of yours is going near a child of mine.” As Ashton open his mouth to defend his 1 year old son’s honour, the doorbell rings and the guests start to arrive.

Most people are surprised to see you and Luke there, their focus more on that than on Max. A woman actually questions whether Y/F/N wanted Luke holding her son. Max had cried when Luke tried to pass him into another’s arms, so he kept hold of him. Both of them content with this.

“Luke, he’s asleep” you whisper, moving over to where he’s now rocking Max from side to side, “your arms must be killing you.”

“I’m fine” he looks down to the sleeping baby in his arms, “I want one.”

“We’re having one” you smile at him.

“I’m so excited” he grins, “I don’t want to wait 6 more months.”

“So impatient” you press a kiss to his cheek, “you’re not helping your bad boy status, you know?”

“I’ll always be your bad boy” he murmurs, moving his lips to meet yours.

“Ooh, what a line” you giggle against his mouth.

“Tell me what you’re worried about” he whispers so only you can hear.

“I…I’m not…what do you mean?” You stammer.

“I’m your husband, I know you. I know something’s on your mind”

“I…I just…what if I see them? Or what if I see James? I don’t want to see them. I’m different now, I’ve grown up, I’m going to be a mother! I don’t want to be reminded of my past.”

“Your past is what made you who you are today, it’s what’ll make you an incredible mother. If we see them, we’ll deal with it.” He presses a kiss to your temple, pulling you into his side, being careful not to disturb the sleeping Max.

“I love you” you breathe out.

“I love you too”


“Y/N?!” You hear the nervous sounding voice behind you. It was the end of the party and you and Luke were heading home, laden with leftover cake that Y/F/N had forced on you.

“Mum” your own voice is shaky as you turn to face the people you had walked away from so long ago.

“Come on, we’re going home” your father’s eyes are cold as they pull at your mother’s arm.

“Wh-why are you here?” She asks, her eyes never leaving you.

“It’s Max’s birthday, we wouldn’t miss that” you nod towards Ashton and Y/F/N’s house.

“Of course, you’re still friends with them” you mum shakes her head, “how are they?”

“They’re really great,” you smile, thinking how happy your best friend is, “Max is beautiful.” You smile up at Luke.

“You’re pregnant” your mum’s eyes glisten as they look down to your stomach.

“What?!” Your father roars.

“H-how did you know?” You stammer, unaware that you were showing that much.

“You’re glowing, Y/N” she chokes out, “and Luke keeps checking your stomach, like he’s worried something will happen if he doesn’t.”

“I’m a bit protective, its driving Y/N crazy” Luke gives your mother a small smile.

“I’m barely allowed to get myself a glass of water” you roll your eyes, giving Luke a fond look.

“I’m going to be a grandmother” your mum has barely taken her eyes off your tiny bump.

“No! She stopped being our daughter the second she left with him!” Your father glares from Luke to you.

“You two are married?” She ignores her husband and her eyes are now focused on the rings on your fingers.

“We got married over a year ago now” Luke’s voice is quiet, his brow furrowed.

“Mum, I wrote to you” you look from her to your dad, “I sent you a letter..”

“I didn’t get…I didn’t…” She shakes her head, then realisation dawns. Her eyes shoot to your father’s face.

“She isn’t our daughter anymore,” his mouth is set in a firm line, “she has no reason to write to you.”

“My daughter got married and you didn’t tell me?! You hid it from me?!” Your mother’s eyes blaze with anger in a way you’d never seen before.

“Don’t you speak to me like that!” His voice is too loud in the quiet street, “she walked out of our lives! She left with…with that!” He throws Luke a disgusted look.

“Don’t you dare talk about my husband” you say through gritted teeth.

“She will always be my daughter. I’m going to a grandmother, you will never take that away from me” your mum seethes.

“Mum, come with us” you blurt out.

“She’s not going anywhere”

“She can do what she wants,” your eyes flash, “mum, here. It’s a photo of the scan.” You dig out a photo and hand it to her. She takes it and her eyes fill with tears again. You father quickly glances at the photo then turns his head, his fists clenched at his sides.

“Mum, please” you plead with her, “come with us. We don’t live far from here.”

“I can’t” Her eyes are glistening as she looks up at you.

“Yes, you can” Luke’s eyes meet hers. You dad’s eyes shoot to Luke’s face.

“I’m sorry” she gives him a small smile, “I’m sorry for the way we treated you, Luke.”

“It’s fine” he shakes his head.

“He deserved the way he was treated” you hear your dad’s voice, but it’s ignored by the three of you.

“You love my daughter” she smiles at him, “you make her happy.”

“She makes me happy” he replies simply.

“I’m going to be a grandmother” she looks down to the photo in her hands.

“Mum, will you..”

“I need to stay here” she cuts you off, “I’m not as brave as you are.”

“But you can be!”

“No, sweetheart, my life is here. Whether he admits it or not, your father needs me” she shakes her head, ignoring her husband’s mouth open in shock “but I’d like to see you, see you both” she looks between you and Luke, “I want to see my grandchild.”

“You can, you always can” Luke reassures her, “anytime you want, we’ll be there.”

“Thank you” her eyes fill with tears again, “I should go, but I’ll see you both soon.” She steps forward, then pauses, as of unsure if she can.

“Mum” you smile at her, moving forward to hug her. She breathes out and holds onto you tightly.

“I love you, Y/N” she whispers.

“I love you too, mum” you reply, “I’ll always be your daughter.” After a while, you pull away and wipe the tears from her face.

“I’ll see you soon” she nods at you.

“Here” Luke scribbles down your address and phone number, handing it to your mother.

“Thank you” she holds onto his hand for a second, before turning and walking away. Your father looks at you, opens his mouth to say something, but stops himself and walks away.

“You okay?” Luke asks, after you’ve watched them walk away.

“Yeah” you turn to him and smile, “it’s actually going to be alright, isn’t it?”

“Everything is going to be alright” he wraps an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Why I became a reborn mummy

Before anyone asks me, I will tell you why I decided to become a reborn mummy.

A few years ago, back when I was still in college, I caught a documentary on the phenomenon that is reborn dolls.  Of course, this documentary did not paint reborn mummies in a good light.  They were seen as daft, hormonal, a little bizarre.  I adopted my first late last year, with the baby arriving early this year, because I wanted to know the experience of holding a baby.  I wanted to be a mum, but I didn’t have the financial stability or partner desired for a perfect family life.  So, I adopted a reborn.

Now, with my second due at the end of the week, I wonder what it really means to be a reborn mummy.  To change their outfit, to cradle them in your arms, to coo over them.  It’s a comfort for some, a release for others.  I haven’t been clinically diagnosed as depressed, but I do suffer from bouts of feeling low.  But, when I hold my reborn in my arms, my spirits are lifted.  I feel better.  About everything.  Even if just for a few moments.  I escape to another world.  My fantasy world.  My fantasia.  I don’t take my baby out with me, I’m not that confident in myself to take one out, although I know that some do.  Each to their own, I say, and if I ever met a woman walking with a reborn in a pram I would compliment them and say I prefer leaving my own at home.  Because they’re not real, you can leave them and not fret!

I don’t know how other reborn mums feel, but I would love to hear from you.  I would love to have some reborn-mom friends, if anyone wants another in the form of me, so we can share photos and swap stories!  If you want to, send me a message through the ask option and follow me.  I am just starting up, but there will be plenty to read & see!

As a boyfriend; Jung Hoseok/ J-hope

i loved doing this omg (requests for these type of things are open, so as a boyfriend, dating would be likes, as a lover, as a brother etc. )

hoseok hurts me

Originally posted by holdmettightbts

First meeting;

  • ·         Laughter
  • ·         Cheeriness
  • ·         Rosy cheeks
  • ·         Loud
  • ·         Chatty
  • ·         Considerate
  • ·         Wonderful
  • ·         His dimples are deep because he can’t stop smiling
  • ·         His eyes have those mischievous glints to them
  • ·         Edgy due to slight nervousness
  • ·         Slightly tilts his head when he looks at you
  • ·         Small cheesy comments

*walks up to a stranger* “hello, hi, yeah… can you take a photo of us? I’d like to show my mum what my next girlfriend looks like”


  • ·         Smirking, with the slight lip biting
  • ·         Playful and exaggerated sensual body movements
  • ·         Purposely issuing skinship
  • ·         Unnecessary compliments

“You’re gorgeous”

  • ·         Purposeful breathy moaning to get your attention
  • ·         The raising of his eyebrows whenever he looks at you
  • ·         Strong eye contact, never unwavering; perfectly still
  • ·         His hands on his waist or on his belt loops to draw your attention to that area
  • ·         The dimples are there but they are followed by the cheek biting


  • ·         The opening of doors for you
  • ·         If it’s raining, he carry you over puddles so you don’t get your    shoes wet
  • ·         Sacrifices his jacket to keep your warm or you hair from the rain
  • ·         Shyness
  • ·         His cheeky smile is small and timid
  • ·         Sweaty palms
  • ·         Leg bouncing, putting all his nervous energy in there
  • ·         You could be walking down the street towards the small food stand, his favourite song would be playing and he’d belt it out while serenading you
  • ·         Again, walking down the street when a slow song plays in the restaurant nearby; Hoseok gets you to stand on his shoes and guides you through a very playful waltz.
  • ·         Gets the look of awe on his face when you’re not shy about eating food etc.
  • ·         Hand holding, fingers entwined and loosely swinging between you both
  • ·         Slight stuttering, scared of accidentally saying something that might offend you
  • ·         Carries extra heat packs, just in case his jacket didn’t keep you warm
  • ·         So much laughing to the point that both of your bellies hurt and have some serious hulk neck muscles
  • ·         Being clichéd and buying you flowers
  • ·         Claims to be a bravado man and protect you but ended up running from the bug that flew past his head
  • ·         Eye smiling when he sees you looking at him
  • ·         Snaps his head forwards when you catch him looking at you


  • ·         Leather jackets and claims to be the “badass hope” that you need
  • ·         Cheeky
  • ·         He gives you that look where he looks like he could devour you
  • ·         Basically eye fucks you with no shame
  • ·         Lip biting
  • ·         Sensual and fluid movement
  • ·         Exaggeration when he speaks
  • ·         His leather jacket ends up wrapped around you to keep you warm
  • ·         Moves his arms to point out his arm muscles
  • ·         He’s cheeky

You know Y/N, your lips look a little dry, and can I kiss them better?”

  • ·         Confidently chatty
  • ·         Holds your hand even when you try to pull away because you’re shy

“You don’t need to be shy around me, never be shy with me. What do you have to lose sweet?”

  • ·         Even though it is just a first date, he will make sure that are no disturbances, so if that rude ass man continues to rudely compliment you; then Hoseok will be most likely to act upon it. I’m sure the guy could live a few days with a bruised eye.
  • ·         When you catch him looking at you, he will stay with his eye solely on you.
  • ·         Legit no shame
  • ·         Shares his food with you
  • ·         Shares his drink with you but makes sure that your lips touch the exact spot his did

First Week;

  • ·         The slight awkward shyness about finally being together
  • ·         He can’t stop smiling when he sees you
  • ·         The hand holding is constant, you need the toilet? Grabs your hands and pulls you towards the door. Need to go get a blanket, then makes sure your fingers are entwined.
  • ·         Anything you both do is highly cheery because the whole situation is just new and exciting
  • ·         He constantly wants to touch you, whether is it simply holding your hand or sitting near you
  • ·         When you were introduced to the rest of bangtan, they accepted you right away when they saw how you both looked at each other
  • ·         Whatever he says has you blushing
  • ·         The flirty aspect of it is still exciting
  • ·         Cuddling a lot together
  • ·         Eating a lot, both eating out near enough every night in order to celebrate
  • ·         You want to be near him, see him, feel his warming aura
  • ·         Whenever he touches you, the tingle are still there afterwards
  • ·         So many compliments

“Jagi? Can I call you Jagi?”

“You know, you look so beautiful wearing my hoodie”

  • ·         You both still have that wonderful crush feeling in your stomachs, like it’s a whole new territory for the both of you.
  • ·         Though it’s still uncomfortable still, slightly awkward, its new territory so you’re discovering each other on a whole new intimate level- meaning that being together is fascinating
  • ·         Its bittersweet


  • ·         He’s cocky and its invigorating
  • ·         The way he looks at you makes you feel open
  • ·         His arrogance makes you feel overwhelmed
  • ·         The way he holds himself up makes you feel like you could lean on him and he’d support you
  • ·         He sucks on the inside of his cheek when he looks you up and down
  • ·         He kisses your forehead with pressure to insinuate his affections
  • ·         In front of the boys, he’s hurtful with his jokes but he begs for forgiveness
  • ·         He’ll pick you up from where you work or school, sitting on the edge of his car or bike; waiting for you.
  • ·         Despite it being only the first week, the adrenaline of doing dangerous things with him would be indulging
  • ·         Breaking into an ice rink with him and spending the night just having fun, showing his calm side
  • ·         When someone makes a comment at you whether it is flirty or insulting, his emotions will get the best of him
  • ·         Sitting there with him, your legs over his and his index finger is drawing small circles in your calf and your hand is in his hair, brushing it back. His eyes are closed and you can’t help but admire the calmness of him
  • ·         He wants to look good for you, meaning that his usual dishevelled look that you feel for would be more exaggerated because he wants to be the best he can for you
  • ·         He loves It when you wear his leather jacket with the clothes he chose for you, showing that when it’s his turn that week for date night of the new relationship, he wants to spoil you
  • ·         He’d leave you sticky notes everywhere

“You look beautiful in my shirt” even if he doesn’t know what you’re wearing or hasn’t seen you, he knows that you’ll steal his shirt

“I think you should come round and give me kiss ;)”

First month;

·         It’s still thrilling but you’re both are finding the stability

·         When you stay over, he lets you sleep in his clothes

·         Cooks you breakfast, even if he has to be at practice early

·         Still learning about each other so each week, you both do something that either hoseok or you want to do

  • ·         The clichéd relationship perks begin to happen
  • ·         He kisses you on the nose
  • ·         Carries you bridal styles and swings you about
  • ·         Most nights end with phone calls fully of sappy words or laughter
  • ·         You usually fall asleep to his voice
  • ·         Small collection of his stuff start to accumulate at your place
  • ·         Leaves you cheesy voicemails

“Hi…Er… umm… I hope you’re okay and I just wanted to say that you look really nice today… even though I haven’t seen you but I know you do!”

  • ·         Try and spend as much time together as you can
  • ·         No matter what, he will make sure that you have the most food; whether you’re full or not
  • ·         He’ll eat your leftovers
  • ·         The ‘olive complex’ say that you don’t like olive or he doesn’t like olives, he will eat the olives off your plate or the other way round
  • ·         You’ll both start dedicating certain nights to certain objects, so game nights, date nights, fam nights with bangtan
  • ·         He takes you to practice with him and shows off
  • ·         He literally sends you selfies every day when he goes away for the first time in your relationship so you don’t miss him too much
  • ·         Sharing earphones with you on the bus, especially when he has his disguise on and makes you laugh like a crazy person
  • ·         Serenades to you
  • ·         You’re both eating pancakes and he just fruits and syrup  all over it
  • ·         Kissing the back of your hand when your fingers are entwined with his
  • ·         The ugliest selfie he has of the both of you will be his lock screen until he gets an even more impressive and worse one  


  • ·         He’s slightly possessive of you, like if someone accidentally knocks you then he may or may not re-enact the transition of a werewolf going through their first turn
  • ·         His cocky attitude is only present when you’re both around people
  • ·         When it is you two alone, he is the most endearing sweethearts imaginable
  • ·         He makes sure that all the guys know who’s s/o you are
  • ·         When you went to go refill your cup, he took the most possible sexiest selfie he could and made it your lock screen
  • ·         Remind you every day of how amazingly beautiful you look just to see you turn beet red
  • ·         Teasing you

“Jagi? Don’t you think I’m hot?” with a big fat smirk plastered onto his face

  • ·         He loves to tease you in front of his friends and bangtan
  • ·         Despite the bad boy exterior, if you ever needed him, he would be there in a heartbeat
  • ·         Pulling pranks on you
  • ·         Water fights and will tease the hell out of you if you were weariing a white tshirt

“Jagi! You look way too hot right now”

First time;

  • ·         Gentle
  • ·         Let’s you take the pace and see what you’re comfortable with
  • ·         Soft
  • ·         Caring in the sense of being overly talkative with you

“Are you okay?”

“I can stop?”

“Please don’t kill me tomorrow about the hickies”

  • ·         Passionate
  • ·         All the sexual tension that had been building up was finally being released
  • ·         He holds onto your hand
  • ·         Have the moment before everything where it’s just the staring at each other

“You’re so beautiful”

“I’ve never wanted you so much”

  • ·         His hand gently rests on the crook of your back and moulds his body to yours
  • ·         His thumb tracing your jawline so softly that the tingles drove you crazy
  • ·         All of his attention was solely on you, he made sure that you are put first
  • ·         Hickies

First year;

  • ·         Even though you both are madly in love etc., you made sure to spend just as much time with your friends and he did the same with his.
  • ·         Legit newlywed sex everywhere
  • ·         The feeling of being comfortable with each other resulted in you both being the bathroom together when someone needs a wee
  • ·         Toilet selfies, #noshame
  • ·         He takes so many candid photos of you and pins them everywhere
  • ·         You both have that 6th sense when something is wrong, it’s like a tingly feeling and usually it’s right
  • ·         3 am dance parties become more and more frequents
  • ·         He face times you while on the toilet because he doesn’t want you to miss him
  • ·         Plushies everywhere
  • ·         He cooks you dinner, sometimes you have to take over because his chatty and playful nature keeps him distracted
  • ·         When you both met each other’s parents, it went great and they love you and his parents love you
  • ·         The verbal pledge of being together
  • ·         He’ll still do the thing he does when you first got together, stare at you with a shy smile on his face
  • ·         He’ll make weird comments

“You used to fancy me… ;)”

“Hoseok? We’ve been together for over a year ???????”

“I know, how embarrassing for you” *queue incoherent screeching noise like a banshee”

  • ·         When you’re having a bad day, he will treat you like a god/goddess/ deity. He’ll begin to undress and you put in his boxer shorts and shirt and cuddle you until you sleep
  • ·         Food fights and then the argument of who will clean it up
  • ·         You both argue over small things, sometimes it will end up with one of you leaving but you both will always come back to each other and work it out, go grab a pizza
  • ·         Showering together, he washes you because you’re lazy
  • ·         He brushes your hair for you
  • ·         Lazy days that consist of joggers, his shirts, fluffy socks and hallway surfing.
  • ·         Homemade pizzas and usually the food ends up everywhere
  • ·         Movie marathons
  • ·         He usually comes home to you dancing in your underwear to his music
  • ·         Piggy back rides when you go to practice with him
  • ·         He once tried to throw a rock at your window to get your attention but broke it instead
  • ·         He still apologises profusely
  • ·         There is a box filled with numbered folded notes and it’s the date box, each number has a different and more exciting date on it but only the winner chooses.
  • ·         Usually he wins, golden hyung
  • ·         Slow dancing in the living room when you’re both gross and haven’t showered in a few days
  • ·         He brought home puppies even though you both couldn’t afford to look after one
  • ·         He named one taco
  • ·         Constantly tells you he loves you and it makes you blush redder than a tomato

Upon request, I am posting meeting Hayley Atwell this past Friday at Planet Comicon, here in Kansas City. The 3rd image has no relevance to the story, but it kind of fits so I thought why not post this drawing I did now.

This is long as hell and I can’t post undercut cause I’m on my iPad.

Hayley was only here one day, which was Friday. It wasn’t announced until the 9th (or round about) that she was coming. I was on my way home from work when I saw it. I had already got the tickets for the con, so when I got home I got purchased the photo op.

Now, last year I went as Agent Carter and was originally planning on going as her on Friday… Until I found out she was only going to be there Friday. I knew it was going to be saturated with Agent Carter’s and didn’t want to be “one of many”. I decided to go as her on Sunday instead (which is the 2nd picture, but more on that later).

When I got to the Hall I was so excited and nervous. Mind you, I have a sprained ankle and 3 damaged nerves. I can only walk on my ankle for like 15 minutes a day. I had to be in a wheelchair the whole con otherwise there was 0% chance I was going to be able to make it all 3 days. I was really worried that if I tried to stand for the photo op of falling, or worse taking her down with me.

2:30 came around we started queueing up for the photo op, and I met a lot of really cool people. Including a group of girls who all dressed up as characters from Agent Carter (if you guys are on here and for some reason reading this, I’d love to see that picture). And they kept announcing the photo op over the intercom. And then 3 hit…

I guess when you’re in a chair, you automatically get fast pass for the ops. They came up to me and wheeled me into the front, right at the end of the fast pass line (which I was not prepared for at all). I wheeled into the back where the photos were and the camera man was yelling “Step up! *click* Next! Done!” Hardly giving any time to pose or really even react. If you look at most of the pictures of her at the con she looks kind of rigid and mechanical, that is why. I was still debating to stand or sit.

It got up to me, and I instantly started blushing like crazy. I know a lot of my followers probably know that I have the biggest crush on her. I wheeled up beside her. Hayley was, as you can see, wearing this loose black blouse. You can’t really see it, but she was wearing a black lace bra that peaked out. Weeeelllll, she tried bending down to take the picture and I’m like “this photo is about to be boobs palooza” and she accidentally rolled me back. I threw up my hands and “I am just gonna stand”. So my mum, who was waiting over to the side, came over and locked my wheels and walked back over.

Hayley was so sweet. She helped me out of the chair! I hit my bad foot on the foot rest thing, but played it off. She was worried, I grabbed her side, and she caught me! We had to hold onto each other pretty damn hard so I didn’t fall. I was surprised I didn’t hurt her side how tightly I was grabbing her. I kept apologizing and she kept saying that it was okay. The photographer was getting antsy so we took the photo. She didn’t let go until she knew I was safely seated. She made sure I was okay, which I actually wasn’t the pain from it is just now starting to feel better. We shook hands and I said that it was a pleasure to meet her. And I wheeled off.

Now, onto part two. I wasn’t going to get it signed but pretty much decided “fuck it.” I got into the booth line, which was just me and another person in front of me and a few fast pass people who had already been through the line. When she got back to the booth it was FULL of people. Mind you she was only here 1 day so anyone who wanted to see her only had one day to do it.

The guy before me got the Agent Carter Behind the Scenes book signed, which she flipped through because she hadn’t seen it, and she looked kind of happy and really sad at the same time. The person taking the money gave her a “wrap it up” and I was next. I choose just to get the picture I took with her signed as opposed to a promo photo of her.

As I rolled up to her, this time 100% by myself. I was absolutely gritty. According to my mother I kept twirling my hair, which I do when I am nervous. A guy with a bag full of pop figures walked up, and handed them to her. We talked about how cute they were. I told her the only ones I have are Captain America and Agent Carter. She asked why, to which I simply replied “If I got more, I wouldn’t stop.” I, also, told her how the Agent Carter had Minnie Mouse ears on it.

I apologized again for gripping her so tightly. I explained that I was worried about falling and taking her down with me. She laughed.

Hayley: “That’s okay, I am really strong.”

Me: “Even in those heels?” (She was wearing 4-5" heels)

Hayley: “Especially in these heels” *winky face*

I asked her if she had an unpopular opinion… She had no clue what that meant. I explained to her that it was just an opinion that goes against some of the popular opinions. She smiled, getting it, and then sat for a second. She explained that because she withdrew from social media, to keep her private life separate, she didn’t know any of the popular or unpopular opinions anymore, especially from this season. She said she didn’t really have one and that she liked it all. She even said she was “on board for Cartinelli and loved that ship”, which she didn’t realize answered my question kind of. I made a joke about not having Angie this season and how a lot “us lesbians started shipping Dottie and Peggy because they took Angie away because we were shipping them.” She did not know that apparently… Whoops. But she laughed and was pleasantly surprised. She said that she was glad. We then, again, got the “wrap it up” I thanked her again, and she said it was nice to meet me to which I replied as well. And had to wheel away to my mother and step-dad making fun of me because of how much I was flirting with her.

Annnnddd part three… The kind of awkward part. I posted on online the first picture and both people on here and people at the con who had seen it and ESPECIALLY on the third day when I went as Agent Carter again, I kept OVER AND OVER again how much I look like her. Which is a little weird cause of how much I like her. I heard it last year, and I was all “Yea kind of, I guess.” But after that and seeing us side by side, it made things weird.

Also, on a really cool side, I found the Agent Carter comic right before I left yesterday. To bad I didn’t get that signed :/

But all in all, it was a great experience and she was so amazing. I don’t regret a single moment of it… Well maybe the fact that I kept blushing and saying sorry… And had to restrain from saying “You’re so beautiful and awesome and amazing” the whole time…

Also, why not post the third pic now. Which is a comic Hayley wearing a Cap shirt I drew a while ago and never posted.

Dddaaammmn that was long. Sorry.

Magic || Conor

Conor masterpost found here

Word count - 969

Summary - The one with the bridge in New York.


You had been planning this trip for what felt like years. Truthfully, it had always been a trip you wanted to go on, but now just felt like the right time to go. You and your boyfriend of nearly three years, Conor, were to be going to New York. Conor had been there many times before, but this was your first trip.

While New York was a magical place to many people, you felt like it meant a lot more to you. New York was where your parents met. Your mum was originally from there and your dad was there on business. They met on a bridge overlooking a river in Central Park. Your mum was standing on the bridge, taking pictures of the scenery, and your dad approached her. Your dad was a bold man, so he wasted no time saying to her, “I think you might be the most beautiful girl in New York City.” The rest was history.

You wanted to go there and see the bridge where your parents met. You wanted to see all of New York, but the bridge was a must. Conor was more than willing to go along with you. He knew how much it meant to you, as you had told him the story a million times before, and wanted to be there when you experienced it.

The hotel you were staying at was lovely. Your room had a balcony with a view of Central Park. It was around 9:00 in the morning when you woke up and pealed yourself from Conor’s grasp. You made yourself a cup of coffee and then went to sit out on the balcony and drink it. It was a cool morning and you were only wearing your underwear and a sweatshirt, so you grabbed a blanket and brought it out with you. New York was such a beautiful place. It was no wonder it was where your parents had fallen in love.

Conor had made his way out of bed and over to join you on the balcony, greeting you with a kiss. He sat on the porch couch beside you and opened his arms for you to cuddle up to him. “Can’t we stay here forever?” you asked gently. “I mean, I know it’s not a perfect place, but no place really is.”

“Don’t you like London?” he asked, brushing his fingers through your hair.

“I love London,” you assured him. “But some days, I wonder what it would be like to be somewhere else for a while, you know?”

After the two of you sat outside for a little while longer, you decided to get ready to go out to Central Park. You were buzzing with excitement. It was a little chilly out, so you were dressed in leggings, a jean top, a tan knit cardigan, and a burgundy scarf. As you were standing in front of the mirror, adjusting your cardigan, Conor came up and wrapped his arms around you from behind. He placed a kiss to your cheek. “You look adorable,” he told you, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Thank you,” you blushed back. “C’mon, let’s go!”

The two of you walked to the park, arms linked together and your head occasionally resting on his shoulder. When you caught sight of the bridge, your whole body filled with excitement. You walked over to it and laid your hand on the wall. Conor stood back a bit, watching you and letting you have your moment. You walked slowly across the bridge and stopped in the middle, overlooking the same water your mum had looked at years ago. Your hands gripped the wall of the bridge and you closed your eyes, wondering if you thought hard enough, you’d be able to bring yourself back 30 years to the day your parents met.

Conor finally walked over to you and stood behind you, wrapping his arms around you again and laying his chin on your shoulder. “I think you might be the most beautiful girl in New York City,” he said quietly to you. You turned your head to look at him, a small smile on your face. He turned you around so that your back was against the wall of the bridge and smiled at you. “What did your mum say after that?” he asked, brushing hair out of your face.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “They never told me.”

“I guess they needed to keep some part of the story to themselves,” Conor said. “It makes it more magical.”

You reached on your tip toes and placed a kiss to Conor’s lips. An older couple walked by with a teenager, presumably a grandchild, and so you both decided to stop them for a photo. “Excuse me?” Conor spoke to the teen. “Can you take a picture of us?” The girl nodded, took your phone from you, and snapped a few pictures. You noticed the old couple smiling at you. You thanked the girl as she handed you back your phone and began looking at the pictures she had taken. Before they walked away, the old man came up and clapped Conor on the back.

“Don’t ever stop looking at her like that,” he said to Conor. “65 years with this one and I still look at her like it’s the first time I met her.” You smiled up at him and Conor reached out to shake the man’s hand.

“Thank you, sir,” Conor said politely. “I won’t.”

As the man bid you adieu, you watched him reach out his hand to hold his wife’s, giving it a gentle squeeze and placing a kiss on her cheek. With a love like that, you were sure there was a certain element of magic involved, one you hoped you and Conor had too.

Through the Window (Part 13)

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TTW Masterlist for all other parts

The next two weeks fly by, with practically all your days spent with Bucky. If you weren’t crashing at his house, he was at yours. Your parents seemed to have accepted the ‘spend the night’ thing now and were pretty ok with it. Bedroom doors left open at all times though.

You wake up on the day of prom in Bucky’s bed, his arms and legs wrapped tightly around you so you couldn’t move.

“Buck.” You mutter into the pillow, squirming slightly. “I need to get up.”

“Get up then.” He replies in a sleepy voice, not moving.

“It’s kinda hard when you’ve got the whole koala thing going on.” You say with a laugh, trying to wriggle out of his grip, only for him to hold you tighter.

“So cosy.” He mutters in response, tucking his head into the back of your neck.

“I’ve got shit to do man, come on.” You try and pull his arms away and roll around, ending up turning completely in his arms so you are facing him.

“Hello.” He says, smiling at you sleepily.

“Hey.” You reply, grinning. “Can I get up now please?”

“Only if you give me a kiss first.”

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Korea’s colourism

ya’ll have been so fucking dense with this topic, treating colourism as if it doesn’t exist and people treating certain idols who make colourist comments about dark skin like innocent sweet angels lmfao. 

first of all, i’d like to confirm that i’m 100% korean and i’m sick of seeing these white washed pale edits of kpop stars. the fansites sayin’ nasty shit about people restoring their melanin can just walk out the door for a bit

what is your damage? if you’re gonna take a photo and white wash it, why do you get so fucking hurt when someone makes it slightly darker? why do you have such a huge problem with dark skin? ((hoh boy i wonder why!)) 

i’ve grown up with my parents (especially my mum) telling me that white, pale skin is gorgeous and dark skin is ugly, because Korea is EXTREEEMLY colourist in case you couldnt tell

so if you think that kpop idols commenting on how dark someones skin is “just poking fun”, think a-fucking-gain because Korea is so disgusting when it comes to its treatment of dark skinned people

Character- Princess Fiona from Shrek 4

Cosplayer- Redbird Cosplay

Convention- Brisbane Comic-Con

Fiona was so fun to wear (besides never having worn body paint before so it kept chipping) and all these little kids kept coming up and asking for photos with me. My highlight was when 2 little girls dressed as Elsa and Anna came up for a photo both wielding inflatable swords which the mother then tried to take away. So in response I handed them down my sword and they held it for the photo. Afterwards when the little Anna was handing back my sword she turned to me and said “Princesses need to know how to protect themselves” and then walked off with her mum, waving at me every time we passed in the hall afterwards. It was so cute it was absolutely my highlight.  

+ [30-12-13] - Self-portrait | Kaleidoscope-Blue — taken in my home in Nigeria.

Note: one of my favourite Self-portraits to-date. I find the stories behind my self-portraits are often far more enjoyable than the portrait itself. Aside from the fact that I’m serving you guys 90s-soft-grunge-realness. HA!

In this particular shot, I am looking at my mum! She caught her “little princess” (don’t you dare laugh) in the kitchen at 7 AM taking photos. She was up, doing laundry and walked by the kitchen and caught me in the act. After a while, she dropped the basket she had in-hand, stood by the doorway with arms folded and watched in admiration. (Probably ‘cause the dress I’m wearing was hers back in the 90’s and I snagged it from her wardrobe. (((:)

I tried to maintain a straight face, but her glare was so intense, I broke. I looked over to her and I just melted.

I don’t think these words do justice to what was encapsulated in that moment, and how significant it is to me.

"Caught" Muke preference (Part Two)

REQUEST: you guys wanted a part two so here you goooooo.

part one here

(Y/N)’s POV:

I felt like crying. But then I remembered that Luke and I were just having sex, there was no real connection. Though, I did feel something. I’m sure Luke didn’t. Maybe that’s why Michael was so mad.

Should I just go and talk to him or should I go home?

I started to pack my bag, slowly folding my clothes and putting them in my suitcase. A few minutes later, there was a knock on my door. I padded over to the door and opened it to see Calum and Ashton standing there.

“What do you guys want?” I asked.

“We just came to talk to you, considering you’re leaving.” Calum said.

“I’m not supposed to see any of you, Michael’s orders. If he sees you guys in here, he’s going to disown me and make me walk to the airport on my own.” I sighed.

“You don’t have to worry about him finding us, he’s still screaming at Luke.” He replied, Ashton following him into the room.

“I’m really sad to see you go. I’m sure Luke is too.” Ashton said, pulling me in for a hug.

“It doesn’t matter,” I shook my head. “We were just having sex anyways. And he has groupies that are willing to have sex with him whenever so…”

“It’s not like that, (Y/N).” Calum replied.

“I don’t care what it’s like. I would appreciate if you guys would just leave my room and let me pack my things.” I deadpanned.

Ashton and Calum exchanged looks before looking back at me. I felt so bad for being so terrible to them but there was nothing else I could do. I knew that they weren’t going to leave me alone.

“(Y/N). I blame myself for what happened. Please, blame this on me, not yourself.” Calum took a step toward me.

“Get out, Calum.” I bit down on my lip, screwing my eyes shut, not wanting to see him.

I opened my eyes to see that Ashton and Calum were leaving the room. I hated doing that to them, considering how close we had all been.

An hour later, I was ready to go back home to Australia. There was a knock again but this time, I knew it was Michael. I was right.

“Ready?” He asked, not making eye contact with me.

“Physically, yes. Mentally, no.” I huffed.

“Then lets go.” Michael said.

“Can I say goodbye to them? Or just Ashton and Calum?” I questioned.

“No. We have to go.” He shook his head.

I rolled my eyes and wheeled my suitcase down the hallway. The whole elevator ride was completely silence. I never thought I would feel this awkward around my own brother.

“I told mum that you were coming home cos’ you were homesick. I’m not telling her what really happened.” Michael said as we walked out the doors of the hotel.

There were a bunch of fans so we stepped back inside and stood in the lobby. I just nodded in response. If he was going to be so cold to me, I was going to play right back.

“You’re my sister and I want the best for you.” Michael said.

“Well this is fucking wrong,” I paused. “And I hate you.”

With that, I walked out of the hotel doors. The screaming fans were taking photos of me and calling my name. I pushed through them and got in the taxi that was waiting for me.

Once I got to the airport, I went straight through security and waited in my gate. There was hardly anyone in here due to it being so late at night.

I took my phone and put my earbuds in my ear. I laid out on the chairs and went to bed considering I had two hours until my flight left.

I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I quickly sat up and rubbed my eyes.

“Yeah, I’m up.” I said, taking my earbuds out.

I expected it to be some random person telling me that the plane was here but it was actually Luke.

“L-Luke?” I stuttered.

“Uhm, hey.” He half smiled, sitting by me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I came to see you… say goodbye.” Luke huffed.

“Why? Why do you care? I mean, we were only hooking up like friends with benefits. There’s no emotion in that.” I rolled my eyes.

“No,” He shook his head. “I came here cos’ I needed to tell you something. I love you. I am in love with you, (Y/N) Clifford. I don’t even care who knows it. I was going to tell you later tonight during our cuddle times but, we didn’t get there.”

“Luke…” I trailed off.

“What do you want me to do to prove it, huh? I’ll…. I’ll….,” Luke looked around the room before standing on the chairs. “HEY. I’M IN LOVE WITH THIS GIRL RIGHT HERE AND I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT!” He screamed.

Everyone in the room and the people passing by were clapping and ‘aww'ing. My face was completely red.

Luke stepped off of the chairs and held his hand out for me to grab onto. He pulled me up to my feet and smashed our lips together.

“Don’t get on that plane, please.” Luke mumbled in my ear as he pulled me in for a hug.

“I have to, Luke. My brother would kill me if he found out I skipped my flight.” I whined.

“No he wouldn’t.” An all too familiar voice said.

I quickly pulled out of the hug and turned around to see that Michael was standing there with Calum and Ashton next to him.

“W-What are you guys doing here?” I asked.

“I’m not gonna make you go, if you don’t want to.” Michael added.

“You’re not?” I questioned.

“No,” He shook his head. “After an hour of Luke’s pleading and confessing his love for you, I still wasn’t having it. But after you… after you said that you hated me… It hit me. I can’t control what you do and who you…. do. And if Luke really says he loves you, then… he loves you.”

“Thank you, Michael.” I smiled, grabbing Luke’s hand.

“But no touching each other in front of me, or I will send you home and I’ll punch you in the dick as hard as I can.” Michael threatened, pointing at the two of us.

The both of you nodded quickly and smiled at each other.

“Alright, lets go then. My work here, is done.” Michael smirked, wiping his shoulder off smoothly.

You walked up to Calum and Ashton and pulled them in for a hug. They squeezed you tightly back.

“I’m so sorry for being so rude to you both.” You whispered.

“Just take us to Nandos to apologize. That’ll make us feel better.” Calum whispered back.

“Tomorrow for lunch, sound good?” You giggled.

“So good.” Ashton nodded.

As you pulled out of the hug, Luke grabbed your hand again. You crowded into the taxi with the four boys, sitting next to Luke.

“Hey, when we get back to the hotel, why don’t we have another try?” Luke whispered in your ear, placing a kiss under you ear secretly.

Be Without You

This is the first part of the mini series based off of these fake text. I hope you enjoy it. 

Her eyes.

They were dark, but they had so much light. When she wouldsmile they would crinkle and part of them would sparkle. Sometimes she wouldgive me the small smiles, ones to make me feel better, or ones filled withinnocence, and then there were the bigger smiles, when I would make her laugh, or when she was excited about something. Or, my favorite smile, the one when she was embarrassed and her lips would purse and her cheeks would be washed over with a light pink tint, but she couldn’t help but laugh at herself.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her smile and her eyes.

I didn’t want to stop thinking about them.

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His Mom/Mum Shows You His Baby Pictures

Ashton: We had just eaten dinner and it was the fourth or fifth time I had been over to Ash’s to see his parents. Her and I were sitting at the table still and she had a brilliant idea.

“ooh, you wanna see some pictures of Ashton when he was little?”


she laughed and walked to a closet to get a photo album. It’d only been a few minutes looking through it when he came back in from outside.

“what are you guys doing?” he asked walking closer.

I smiled at him. “just reminiscing over you.”

“don’t show her those.” he said giggling taking the book from us, looking at a few photos.

“I was a handsome lad.” he said smiling putting the book away.

“you still are love.” I responded right before he pecked my lips.


Michael: “Michael? Could you run to the store and get some drinks?”

“yeah mum.” he got up from his seat next to me and put on his shoes. He leaned down kissing my forehead, “I’ll be back soon babe.”

“be careful.” I responded with a small smile.

His mum came in the room.

“Hey Y/N you wanna see baby picture of Michael?”

“oh my god, yes.”

She sat down next to me and we started going through a bunch of pictures of Michael when he was small.

“honeys I’m home.” Michael joked walking back in the house. He sat the drinks in the kitchen before kicking his shoes off and sitting beside me.

“mum really?” he groaned, laying his head on my shoulder.

“You were a cute one baby.” I said kissing his head.

“Y/N stoppp.” he groaned again.

“maybe we should put them up?” his mum suggested.



Calum : I was sitting on the couch next to Calum’s mum.

“so where did you find Calum’s turtle poem?”

“oh, I found it in on of our scrapbooks, when me and Mali were looking through it.”

I gasped, “can I see some of his baby pictures?” she laughed.


She left the room for a few seconds and came back. We started looking through the book and she was explaining the stories behind each picture. Calum woke up from his nap and came into the sitting area shirtless, and yawning.

“are those my baby pictures?”

“mhm.” I hummed in response.

“why are you looking at them?”

“why not?” I shrugged.

“I was a cute baby, huh Y/N?”

“adorable.” I said looking back at the pictures.


Luke : Luke was bringing me over to his house for dinner with his parents. We arrived at the house and Luke brought me inside. walking down a hallway, I noticed pictures hanging up of Luke and his brothers.

“Is this you, Luke?” I asked pointing to a photo.

“yeah.” he sighed looking at it. He smiled, “come on now, it’s time for you to meet mum and dad.”

*after dinner*

“Liz thank you, the meal was great.”

“thank you Y/N” she smiled at me.

“oh yeah, I couldn’t help notice all the pictures of the boys you had hung up in the hallway. ”

“oh there’s plenty more I can show you if you want.”

“I want.” I said very quickly. she laughed.

“mum. no. ”

“shh Luke.” I said making Liz laugh again, and started looking through the tub of pictures. I smiled and heard Luke whisper “Jesus Christ.”