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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.18

                                          Part E I G H T E E N 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: hi hi!! this chapter is fairly laid back but nonetheless important! im so happy that you guys love this series, but its about to come to an end :( its gonna be so sad, but i wanna let you guys know that ive had so much fun writing this for you guys. like really, thank you so much for the opportunity, you guys. lets get this to 100, yeah? :) xx

oh, also prepare for smut lmfaooo @ pt 19

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                    I M A G I N E 

Hilton Rooftop, 9:55 P.M. 

“How fucking dare you touch my girlfriend like that?” Calum growled at the male on the ground before him. 

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Penny Lane

A/N: This is a one-shot I wrote like four years ago, and it is by far my favorite thing I’ve ever written. I modified it slightly and I hope you guys like it! There will more than likely not be a part two, but that could always change. Enjoy!


He stood in the doorway leading out to the back porch of the little lake house, feeling the warm summer breeze, watching the sand colored curtains move with the wind. The little girl, a mere five years old, sat on her stool with patch-work paint, struggling to strum the strings of the vintage dark-wood Taylor. Her small frame was barely enough to accommodate the much larger guitar in her little lap. He smiled, watching her try to strum a chord with her little fingers. The crease in between her eyebrows deepened as she concentrated on the instrument and became flustered.

“Need a little help there squirt?” He asked, his voice gruff and deep from years of singing.

“I can’t do it daddy.” She pouted, her little pink lips jutting out in the slightest. She felt too small to do anything, she could barely get her tiny arms over the guitar to reach the strings, much less play a decent chord. All she’d ever wanted to do was be like her dad and perform. He wasn’t famous, but in her eyes, he was a rock star.

He frowned, “Sure you can. Come ‘ere.”

She stood, shuffling her bare feet over to be pulled into his lap along with the guitar. He reached around her, putting his hands over hers and guiding them to the correct positions to play a G chord. They strummed, and she smiled, loving the pretty sound that was the product of her movement.

“Daddy! I did it! I played!” She squealed, delighted to say the least.

“You sure did, look at you. On your way to being a musician already!” He smiled, so much adoration in his eyes for her. She was his little girl, the light of his life, his whole world and to see her so happy about something made his heart fill with warmth.

For the next hour or so, the two continued to play random chords, eventually beginning to add a few lyrics from his favorite song.

“Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit and meanwhile back…”

They sang together, his rough and worn voice against her twinkling, pixie-esque soprano, and he found himself thinking about her future and how bright he knew it would be. He felt it in his bones and in his heart, she would have her name in lights one day. She would be a star.

It was a quiet night in south Louisiana, the usually busy New Orleans streets almost empty as the late hours of Thursday evening slowly approached. Not many people came to the quaint bar, only the few usuals that came for a pitcher of beer after a long day at work and tonight was no exception. The suit-clad men huddled at tables together, shooting the bull and complaining about the load of work piled up on their desks and also their wives, who were probably nagging them come home soon.

The bar was slow that night, not that business was expected to skyrocket, especially during the week. The owner—an intimidating woman in her mid forties—was left the place when her husband passed away. In some ways, it was her baby, in others, it was just another burden. He had been a good man, well, until alcohol consumed his life and he lost control. Although he had lost the way of his life, she knew that he loved that old bar and more importantly, their daughter.

She sat on the wooden stool on the stage at the corner of the outside deck, strumming quietly on the old guitar that had been her father’s. Her long brown hair billowed around her shoulders, the slight breeze picking up, making it flow gracefully beside her as she picked at the strings. Moments later, her raspy, alto voice came through the speakers that sat just at the edge of the stage, and just like always, her mother’s attention was on her.

It was always something she enjoyed, watching her daughter perform in a place that her husband held so near and dear to his heart, but it also saddened her a bit to know that he would never get to hear her strong, pure voice that she’d heard so many times before. She knew that her daughter would go far, she had no doubt about it, but it was all up to her, it was her choice and she had to make it. She had to be fearless and realize just how much talent was bottled up in her small body. She wasn’t meant for the local bar performances, she should be sharing her music with the world, showing them just what they’d been missing.

I turned around and the water was closing all around like a glove, like the love that had finally, finally found me. And I knew in the crystalline knowledge of you, drove me through the mountains, through the crystal-like clear water fountain drove me like a magnet to the sea.”

From a table close to the stage, Harry watched the girl on the stage intently. His green eyes trained on her face, watching her features scrunch up as she belted out the notes. Her voice was different; so smooth and even with the slight raspy tone, he found it so pure, so invigorating. And though he’d heard voices similar, there was nothing compared to hers.

For three songs, he watched and listened to her and in the end, when her set was finished, he found himself wanting to hear more. He rose from his seat as she thanked the small crowd that had gathered throughout the bar, occasionally offering her a glance, none of them showed much interest in the young girl, figuring she was just another wannabe, but that’s not how Harry saw her, she was a star.

Her eyes had travelled over to him, catching his and she felt her heart skip a beat. He was not a boy that you would see hanging out in a small run down bar in south Louisiana, no. He wasn’t like the boys around here. He seemed to be infatuated with her, she noticed it too, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks, making it obvious that his stare had had an effect on her.

She collected her guitar and quickly made an exit off the stage to scamper over to the bar to find Ivey, the curly-locked bartender that had been taken under her mother’s wing  just a few years prior. As she walked, she could feel the strange boys eyes on her, and suddenly she felt the urge to turn around and confront him for his incessant staring but decided to let it slide, kind of liking the attention she was getting from him.

She wasn’t one of those over the top girly types, she was the hippy, artsy type, not too worried about anything but her music and her mom, who was really nothing to worry about but ever since her father passed away, she’d noticed her mother’s bright eyes lose their sheen, the green dulling a bit. She felt it her responsibility and obligation to take care of her, even if she thought she could herself.

She didn’t find herself overly pretty, just average. Just another girl that you pass on the street and didn’t give a second glance at. She was nothing special in her mind, just Penny.

“Great set tonight Pen, I think that was your best one yet.” Ivey commented, wiping down the dark wooden bar.

“Thanks, has my mom already left?”

She nodded, “Just ducked out after you finished. Said you could stay as long or as short as you’d like. She’d leave the light on for you when you got home.”

Her mother was never overly protective of her, and she really shouldn’t have to be, she was an adult and more like her mother than she would like to admit. She could handle herself.

“Okay, what time are you leaving? I’ll just go home when you do.”

“I’ll be here until closing seeing as Briony left early to go fuck some random.”

“Okay.” Penny nodded, knowing that Ivey and Briony didn’t have the best relationship, especially at work. Somehow Briony had talked the manager into letting her slip out early on multiple occasions with just a bat of her long eyelashes.

“Um babe? I think you have someone that wants your attention.” Ivey noted, cleaning the last pint glass that was left on the bar and nodding her head over to the corner where the strange boy had previously been sitting. Penny’s eyes trailed over in the direction she had nodded,  noticing the tall, lanky boy making his way over to her. He came out into the smallest bit of light and Penny felt like her insides were going to burst.

The boy wasn’t just any boy from out of town, he was way out of town. She knew who he was, it was undeniable. Those curls, those dimples, the familiar inking on his left arm, it was him. The boy that had donned the cover of nearly every magazine on the rack, along with his four band mates. She didn’t consider herself a huge fan of the music, just the lyrics and in particular, Harry’s voice. It was just something new, something different. It didn’t fit the boy band mold. It was no Justin Timberlake or Nick Lachey voice, it had its own category. It was so smooth yet so rough at the same time, it made her insides melt and her heart flutter. Whenever she heard him sing, whether it be the song he had wrote personally that had gotten leaked or it be on an award show she had just happened to stop on, she felt like the overly-girly girl that she swore she’d never become. She became the biggest pile of mush.

Before she was ready, or could even process another thought, he was in front of her, towering over her small frame. His eyes were on her, taking in her face with the now closer proximity. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, her throat suddenly tightening as she tried to find words or at the least, a coherent thought.

“Hi,” he murmured lowly, “that was a great set you just played. You have a lovely voice.” His accent rolled off of his tongue like smooth velvet, sounding like heaven to Penny. “I’m-”

“I know who you are,” she commented, a little more eager than she would’ve liked. “I mean, you’re Harry Styles, you’re everywhere.”

He grinned sheepishly, looking down at his shoes. “Erm, I guess I’m not as low-key as I want to be.”

She giggled, feeling over the moon even with just a few words spoken between them.

“What’s your name, love?”

“Penny, Penny Lane.”

“Like the Beatles song?” He grinned, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“Um yeah, my parents were huge fans. My dad especially. He loved them.”

“Penny Lane.” Harry murmured, grinning softly.

Throughout her life, she had never particularly liked her name, thinking it sounded like a bird’s name, but hearing Harry say it, the way it fell from his lips, just made it seem so sweet.

“Um, I’m going to go straighten up outside.” Ivey muttered, awkwardly shuffling away to leave the two alone.

“So, what brings you to New Orleans?” Penny asked, taking a seat at a bar stool as Harry did the same.

“I have a little time off and I’ve always wanted to see it, so here I am.”

She grinned, she loved New Orleans, it was home, it may be labeled as a city full of drunken football-crazed fans, but it was so much more. She lived on the outskirts, right along the bayou. She loved the water and loved the atmosphere that her little town had. It wasn’t very busy, not very known, just thought of as another town people pass through on their way into New Orleans.

“Well, I hope you’re liking it so far. It’s a pretty great place.”

“Full of some pretty great people, from what I’ve encountered so far.”

She blushed, looking down at her fumbling fingers in her lap. She had never really been flirted with, especially with a boy like Harry. He was so beautiful and so talented, she couldn’t put her finger on just what he found intriguing about her. She was nothing to swoon over, or so she thought.

As the two talked, Harry took in the things he couldn’t quite make out when she was on stage. The small dimple in her right cheek, the small diamond stud piercing her left nostril, the bright green irises of her eyes, the perfectly straight teeth just inside the plump pink lips that he wanted to kiss more than anything. To him, she was one of the most effortlessly beautiful girls he had ever seen. He noticed the minimal makeup she wore, how the length of her dark, ombre hair flowed naturally down her sun kissed back, how she didn’t feel the need to dress in skin tight clothing, even to a bar. He liked it, it was much different than he’d encountered before.

“C-can I ask you a question?” Her voice brought him from his stare, as he chuckled nervously, shifting in his seat and nodding.

“What’s it like?” She started, and for a moment, he was confused by what she was asking. “Living your dream I mean. Like is it all everyone puts it out to be? Or is it not? Or is it a mix of both? I mean, is it really a dream?”

Her question stumped him, he had never really thought about it, he’d never really had to, no one had seemed to put any interest in what he truthfully thought about all of it. He was simply told to share a few short sentences, and to Harry, that wasn’t far enough.

“I think that it varies, to be honest. Some days, I feel like I’m on top of the world, like nobody can touch me a-and I feel like I’m actually worth something you know? And then others are just horrid, I mean, you don’t really expect people to actually voice their downwards opinion directly to you, and sometimes I become overwhelmed with the pressure of it all. Having to say the right things, look a certain way, act a certain way around my friends. It just comes crashing down around me sometimes.”

Penny listened to his every word, genuinely interested in what he had to say. She was infatuated by him and by his views. Somehow, she knew he wasn’t the womanizing punk that every magazine on the rack had put him out to be, he was a person with substance, and feelings, and so much insight on the world around him.

“People tend to take things way out of proportion. I can’t even hang out with a girl without them being labeled as my new fling.”

He stared at his now empty glass that had been previously full of beer, contemplating his next words. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve actually met a girl that I would even consider dating?”

Penny shook her head, “How long?”

“To be honest, never. There’s never really been anyone, aside from a girl I dated when I was fifteen. But as for the past five or so years, there hasn’t been a girl that I’ve felt comfortable enough with to actually be myself, full-fledged Harry, around.”

Penny’s smile slumped into a frown, thinking about how she has felt the exact same way about guys. They all seemed to be attracted to the girls with little to no ambition, living off of their father’s fortune. She had never really found a guy’s company enjoyable, well that was, until she was sitting at the bar with Harry.

“But that was before I met you.”

Penny’s eyes brightened, her ears perking at his words. Had he really just said that? About her? Harry Styles?

“It’s only been two hours since I first met you and I feel like I’ve known you for ages. I haven’t been able to act like this around a girl that wasn’t my mum or sister, well, ever.  You’re different, a good different.”

Penny found herself blushing yet again, this time letting out a giddy giggle. “Um, thank you? I think.”

“You’re welcome.” He grinned. “What about you? Any guys lucky enough to see the real Penny Lane?”

“Um, never. It’s really hard for me to trust people, I used to be so open but people took advantage of my trust and betrayed me. So now, I hardly let anyone in.” Penny admitted, realizing that Harry had been the first person she’d told. “Especially guys, I let them in in other ways, and they all turned out to be complete asses.”

“And it hurts you know? To know that you put that much trust in somebody and it mean so much to you but so little to them. It’s kind of heartbreaking really, when you think about it. I was giving them all of me and only getting a tiny piece of them in return.” Penny felt a bit of a release from her confession, she hadn’t openly said what she felt in so long, she was never comfortable enough to. Harry brought a sense of security to her and she didn’t know how she had felt so comfortable and safe around Harry, she had only met him merely two hours before.

A silence fell between the two, Penny’s eyes falling on the Jack Daniels’ bottle just across the bar as Harry’s trained on her face. His heart ached for her, knowing exactly what she meant, every single word reflected what he’d experienced with girls. None of them really understood what they were getting out of him when he put that trust into them.

“Would it be any consolation if I told you I know exactly how you feel?” Harry spoke, trying to pull her stare away from the whiskey bottle.

She turned and before she could process another thought, she molded her lips to his. He didn’t fight it, immediately cupping her face in his large hands, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks. There was a fire burning between them, passionate and emotionally raw, something Harry nor Penny had ever felt before.

“I’m sorry, I just- I had to do it.” She breathed as they broke, her face flushing a deep red.

“Don’t apologize, I was about to do the same thing.”

She blushed again, feeling her heart flutter and butterflies erupt in her stomach. No one had ever made her feel this way, except Harry. It was strange, knowing that he’d only walked into her life just a short time ago and already she felt so attached and addicted to him.

“I hope this isn’t too forward, but um, would you like to come back to my hotel with me?” He asked carefully, not wanting her to think the wrong thing, but simply just wanting somewhere with more privacy.

She hesitated, but met his eyes again, melting into his stare and muttering a strong, “Yes.”

Somehow, the two had managed to sneak into the hotel unnoticed, through the back door. Harry was quite thankful that he didn’t have to deal with the ever-curious paparazzi that followed him nearly everywhere just trying to get a story out of anything they could. That was one of the parts about his job that he absolutely hated, the constant spotlight. He loved to sing, it was his passion and his life, but he hated constantly being put under the radar and often found himself wanting to be just a regular guy again.

“Wow.” Penny stated, utterly stunned at the luxurious hotel room. She didn’t take Harry for the over-the-top hotel type, but remembered that he was used to the posh lifestyle.

“Um, just make yourself at home.”

“So where’s your posse?” She giggled, referring to his always present group of friends.

“They’re home taking a rest before we go back on tour.” He rested his arm on the back of the couch, wanting the space between them to decrease soon, she was too far away for his liking. He wanted her as close to him as possible, in every way. He’d never wanted to be with someone so much. “I’ve talked about myself more than I really want to, I want to get to know you. So who is Penny Lane?”

She giggled nervously, feeling herself blush again. She didn’t necessarily like talking about herself, there wasn’t really much to talk about in her opinion.

“Um, well I’m twenty-one. I usually tend to keep to myself and my music now that I’ve quit college. Thankfully, I have a house full of people who support that, even though the one that started my obsession with it, my dad, passed almost four years ago so it’s just me, my mom, and Ivey now.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your dad?”

She sighed, feeling the tears coming. She always got so emotional talking about her dad. No matter what anyone said about him, she would always think of him as the greatest man in the world, because to her, he was. “Um, when I was thirteen, my grandmother was diagnosed with stage three breast cancer and it took a big toll on my dad. He took care of her nearly every day, some nights he even spent the night at the hospital, and when she got worse, he turned to alcohol.” She sniffled, looking down at her lap. “Over the next three years, it just got worse and worse. People in town whispered about him, speaking his name with such poison and hatred, it was like he was the devil. They were almost sure that he had abused my mother and me, but he never did. Sure he would yell and get angry but when it would get really bad, he’d go and sleep at the apartment above the bar. He never once laid a hand on me or my mother. He was too much of a man to do that, he loved us too much.” Tears were falling slowly down her cheeks as she took a deep breath. “He died four days before my seventeenth birthday.”

Harry’s heart ached for Penny once again, scooting closer to her and wrapping his arms around her small frame, letting her crawl into his lap. As soon as his arms wrapped securely around her, she wrapped hers around his neck, burying her face into his neck. She had never cried in front of a stranger before, but as she had realized three hours ago, Harry was no ordinary stranger.

She sniffled again, wiping under her eyes with her fingers and letting out and embarrassed laugh. “I’m sorry, you must think I’m some emotional wreck.”

He grinned, rubbing his hand up and down her exposed thigh comfortingly, “No, now I know you’re human.”

She smiled, running a hand through her hair, meeting his eyes again. Her desire to feel his lips against hers was increasing rapidly, she wanted to feel the fire again, feel the passion that was elicited in the first kiss. Never had she wanted someone so much.

Unlike the first time, Harry made the first move, cupping the back of her neck to pull her down to his lips, molding his around hers. He suckled on her soft, plump bottom lip as she cupped his face in her small hands, feeling the burning passion again, her heart was pounding and butterflies filled her stomach, fluttering around rapidly. Harry’s hands worked their way down to her back, pulling her closer to him as he ground his hips into hers. She unexpectedly let out a small moan, breaking their heated kiss.

“Harry.” She whispered breathlessly.

“We can stop if you want.” But Harry wanted to go all the way with her, to have her completely, cherish every inch of her body, make her feel absolutely beautiful.

“No, I want this. Please… Make love to me.” Harry wasted no time in pulling her face back to his to mold his lips to hers.

Time seemed to slow down as Harry slowed their kiss, wanting to cherish every single moment they had together, not worrying about time or interruptions. She wanted him to make love to her, and he would do that, even if he had just met her a mere three hours before, she made him feel something, something amazing and it was indescribable and addictive. If it were up to him, he’d never let her go, never let her feel anything less than absolutely beautiful and completely loved. He wouldn’t say he loved her yet, but he was sure that someday he could and would.

Harry stood from the couch, scooping her up in his arms and walking over to the bedroom to lay her down on the soft mattress, keeping his eyes locked on hers. She smiled as he broke from their stare and he walked over to the iHome sitting on the desk, hearing a soft tune come through the speakers. He made his way back over to her, leaning down to press his lips to hers tenderly, letting her know silently that he would take care of her, she didn’t have to worry, not with him.

Settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in. Lie down with me and hold me in your arms. Your heart’s against my chest, lips pressed to my neck, I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet. And this feeling I won’t forget, I’m in love now.”

Her hands found the hem of his shirt, reaching underneath the soft fabric to feel his warm, toned torso, running her hands greedily up and down his tight stomach, loving the feeling of his warm skin against her fingertips. Wasting no more time, she peeled the unneeded fabric off of him, leaving his endless torso bare. She took in the many tattoos scattered across his slightly tanned skin, admiring the swirls of ink that he had collected over the years. He was beautiful, every kind, every shape, form, and fashion. It was almost frustrating to her because of how godlike this boy was who was already so perfect to begin with.

He reached for her now, pulling her up by the hand to stand before him. She stood in front of him, watching him intently as he reached to lift her dress from her body. Letting him, she lifted her arms as he pulled it above her head and tossed it to the floor to join his discarded shirt.

Harry pulled her into his arms again, attaching his lips to her neck, hearing her soft moan again, loving the sound knowing that he was the cause. She knotted her fingers in his curls, tugging in the slightest making a low groan erupt from Harry’s throat. He was doing wonderful things to her neck, biting and then soothing over the now sore spot with his warm tongue. She was sure there would be spots to find in the morning, but she wouldn’t care.

Taking the straps of her bra between his fingers, he pulled them down slightly before reaching around her again to unclasp her bra, watching it fall in between them. He took her in, her perfect chest, her sun-kissed skin, her endless curves, the small birthmark near her belly button, everything.

“Beautiful.” He breathed, watching her blush a deep crimson before pressing a chaste kiss to her flushed cheek. “So beautiful.”

Penny pulled his face to hers once again, reveling in feeling his soft lips against hers. She could kiss him for hours, days even. Every time there was the same intense, burning passion between them. There was no denial that he was now her drug. She couldn’t get enough of his touch or his kiss. His lips were addictive, just like the rest of him.

The bed felt cool against her bare back as she was laid back down on the fluffy duvet, watching Harry strip himself of his jeans and boxers, leaving him completely bare. She took him in again, appreciating his seemingly perfect body, how could someone be so godlike, yet so real?

Their lips were attached in a heated kiss, desperate to taste more of each other. His hands gently caressed her bare body, making sure to appreciate every curve. Her breathing hitched when his tongue slid over the raw spot on her neck.

Her mind suddenly swirled with thoughts and doubts, her heart beginning to pound rapidly. She wasn’t ready, as much as she wanted to be, she wasn’t ready. Yes, she wanted Harry, more than ever, but there was just something inside of her screaming ‘Stop!’.

“Are you okay?” He asked, feeling her stiffen suddenly. Their green eyes met and Harry saw the evident doubt written across her face, feeling slightly guilty. His heart dropped, thinking that he had pushed her too far, pressuring her into going all the way when they had only met hours before.

“I-I can’t do this Harry. I’m sorry.” She scrambled to get out from under him, searching desperately for her clothes on the floor, feeling the heat in her cheeks increase. Embarrassment flooded her entirety, wanting to crawl in a hole and shrink away into nothing. “I’m sorry about this, I-I just need to leave.”

“Wait, what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry if I pushed you too far, I didn’t mean it honestly, sometimes I just get carried away, ya know? I just wanted to make you feel good and I’m rambling and you’re staring at me like I’m a madman.” He rambled, scrambling to find his own discarded clothes.

“Harry, you didn’t do anything wrong, you were perfect. It’s just I-I thought I was ready to do this, but I’m not.” Her voice was quiet, she felt like a small child, scared and tiny. When she looked up at Harry, she saw regret washing over his face, as if he still thought that he had done something wrong, but that was the thing, he didn’t, he was absolutely perfect and such a gentlemen, but her heart just wasn’t ready for the kind of trust that sex required. “Please, don’t think you pushed me too far.”

The room fell silent as Harry watched her dress herself once again, aching for her to stay but knowing that was too far-fetched of an idea. He knew he wanted to see her again, but would she want to see him?

“Wait, can I see you again?” He asked, grabbing her hand before she walked out of the door.

She sighed, looking down at her shoes, before offering him a small smile, “Of course.”

He couldn’t fathom the idea of her not being in his life after their conversation at the bar. It was like he needed her in his life. He couldn’t explain what it was about her that just drew him in, kept him begging for more. She was his drug, and he was hooked.

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Stars in His Eyes- Auston Matthews (by Anon)

Originally posted by marntthews

Ok guys so this is another one by the same author who wrote “Our Story” (aka not me) and so she wrote this one and submitted it to me! So Enjoy guys!

Warning: none!


(Auston’s POV)

I entered the club with Willie, Brown, Martin and his girlfriend Sydney. Clubs weren’t really my thing, but I loved hanging out with guys and loosening up a little. 

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Nick Robinson - Lovebirds

It felt so great to write one about Nick. He is just such a cutie.


I grew up with the cast of Melissa and Joey even though I wasn’t part of the production. My dad was a cameraman and I spent half of my teenage years with the cast on the filming. I became part of the family and I was so happy I could be there during all of the seasons.

This whole thing didn’t just give me an amazing experience, but some really important people. Taylor and I became so close, she was one of my best friends by the end of season one. We were so similar, we spent a lot of time together on set and out of set too.

And then there was Nick. We didn’t talk too much during the first season and it was mostly because I was so afraid to talk to him since I had a crush on him. He was so different from the guys in my school and he had this cute smile no one could resist, you can’t blame me for falling for him.

Taylor was the one who couldn’t put up with my behavior anymore and forced me to talk to Nick and it was better than I thought it would be. He was really nice so in addition to his cute appearance he had a great personality. How could I not fall for him? But I kept it as a secret, only Taylor knew about it and she always nagged me about it.

“You should just tell him!” she told me at least once a week.

“No, I’m good with just being friends,” I always replied rolling my eyes.

“But you could be more! I don’t get you, woman!” she growled and then let it go.

I was really okay with just being his friend, it was more than I would have imagined when I first saw him. He was in his pj’s and he was eating some icecream when I first walked on the set with my dad. He was fifteen then, I was almost fifteen, I had five more days until my birthday, and he wished me happy birthday five days later making me blush so hard my dad actually asked me if I was okay. Awkward.
I didn’t expect him to like me back, I was sure I wasn’t his type, so I got used to it, not big deal.

Now it was the last day of the entire shooting, the series was over and that meant I would meet these amazing people almost every day.

“I can’t believe we would have to arrange a meeting from now to see each other. It was so great that we knew we would meet here every day,” Taylor mumbled hugging me tightly before the last scene. You could feel the sadness in the air, everyone was saying goodbye all day, it was really depressing.

“But it won’t come between us!” I told her kissing her cheek.

“Guys, let’s get over with it!” the director shouted so everyone had to take their places. I stood next to dad as they did the last scene.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Nick, he looked so great in his sailor suit. Unlike Ryder, he was really an intelligent guy, it was something I always adored him for. I almost cried when they all hugged at the end of the scene. The director shouted “cut” but they didn’t let go of each other, so suddenly everyone joined into the group hug. I was stuck between my dad and Melissa, and my face was only millimeters away from Nick’s. For a brief minute we looked into each other’s eyes and I swear, his gaze moved down to my lips for a second. But then the group split and the moment was over.

“I saw it,” Taylor snapped at me grabbing my wrist as everyone started to pack their things after our goodbye.

“You saw what?” I asked in confusion.

“How you and Nick were looking at each other.” She couldn’t hide her smile and it was catchy, she made me smile too.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I told her shaking my head and avoided her eyes.

“Oh you know! Jesus, the way he was looking at you!”

“Taylor, don’t even start, okay? I have to go and pack my stuff. Talk to you later,” I told her trying to get out of this conversation.

“Argh, you are such a pussy,” she rolled her eyes before walking away.

I walked to the place I always put my staff since I didn’t have a dressing room there and started to pack my and my dad’s stuff while he was taking care of his camera. When I was done I stood up and turning around I was about to find my dad but I bumped into someone. It was Nick.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you were here,” I awkwardly laughed fixing my hair.

“No, I’m sorry for standing in your personal area,” he chuckled. “So, this is the last time we meet here.”

“Yeah, it’s crazy to think about it. We were like, kids when we first met here,” I nodded smiling at the thought of that day.

“Yes, it was before your birthday!”

“You remember it?” I asked with wide eyes. I wasn’t expecting him to remember the shy and quiet girl who was there with her dad.

“Of course I do, and I also remember how you blushed when I wished you happy birthday.”

“Oh my God,” I said closing my eyes. Why did he have such a great memory?

“Don’t worry, it was cute. I liked it.”

“You did? What could you like about it? I was so awkward,” I laughed shaking my head.

“I found it really satisfying that a girl was affected by me,” he told me with a proud smile. “I didn’t have much success at the age of fifteen,” he shrugged.

“But now you have,” I said a bit sadly because I knew he must have had someone in his sight and it probably wasn’t me.

“I guess we could say that, but I’m still stuck with the same girl I made blush five years ago.”

“What?” I asked immediately with wide eyes. I must have scared him because his head snapped up looking at me in confusion.

“What? Uh, I mean… Fuck,” he muttered and I was starting to feel like it was some kind of twisted joke Taylor planned out to tease me.

“Are you saying that you…”

“That I have a crush on you since we first talked? No, that would be silly,” he laughed sarcastically. “Only if you are okay with it,” he said with a sudden serious tone.

I was taken aback by the happenings. In just a few seconds my inner teenage self started to do backflips through my mind repeating Nick’s words.

I didn’t reply for a few minutes because my brain was blank I had no idea what I should say, and I guess Nick took it as an answer.

“Sorry I unloaded this on you, I don’t know what I was thinking,” he laughed awkwardly and was about to walk away but I grabbed his wrist.

“No, Nick, sorry, I just… You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you to say this.”

“Really?” he asked raising his eyebrows. “Because I thought that you only saw me as… like a brother or something.”

“Oh, no. I was crushing on you, really badly, just ask Taylor.”

He chuckled and I got lost in his beautiful smile.

“Now I regret that I didn’t make a move earlier, but… if you want to, we can go somewhere, sometime, I’m free next week.”

“What about now?” I asked arching an eyebrow at him. I didn’t want to wake up and realize it was all a dream, or give him the chance to change his mind until the next day.
He smiled at me nodding, making my heart beat faster.

“Okay. Just let me get my stuff quickly.”

He turned around and took about two steps before turning back.

“What’s wrong?” I asked seeing his furrowed eyebrows.

“I just forgot something.”


Before I could finish my sentence he pressed his lips to mine.

I literally melted into his soft lips. He was such a great kisser, I always envied the girls who played his girlfriends on the show, and now I was the one who he was kissing and it wasn’t even in the script.

He was so tall, I had to tiptoe to be able to hug his neck, but I couldn’t care less. The kiss turned into a make out session and I just couldn’t get enough of him. But then we were interrupted by none other than Taylor.

“Aw, look at the lovebirds! I knew it!” she yelled excited making us pull away. I felt myself blushing and I hid my face in Nick’s chest not wanting to see Taylor’s satisfied face.

“Okay, okay, there is nothing to see here,” Nick told her chuckling as he had his arms around me.

I heard her sneer in happiness before she walked away and I was able to look up at Nick.

“Sorry about that, she could be really annoying sometimes,” I mumbled rolling my eyes.

“It’s okay. I’ll go and get my stuff. Stay here, I want to do this again.”

“Do what?” I asked in confusion.

“This,” he said and kissed me again.

Decisions, Decisions (Part 4)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?

Word Count: 3450

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings​ - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13​ imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child.

Tags: @wordacadabra   @frenchfrostpudding @lisssays @cocosierra94

“What’s the update?” Ida demanded as soon as you called her on your way to the set, sitting in the back of the luxury sedan.

“A hello would be nice,” you tried.

“No time for hellos! Did you score or not?” she said frantically, making you grin at her.

“A lady never kisses and tells,” you answered.

“Good thing neither of us is a lady, so tell me, woman. You never called me last night so I’m assuming something happened!”

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gomustanggirl16  asked:

If your still doing that meme, Romanogers #25 3+ 1 or whatever I love all your stories so I know whatever you come up with will be great!

Follow-up to the friends-with-benefits ‘verse I just wrote about because I’m obsessed.

1. Closing my eyes, I see you. + 25. Let me take care of you. + 3. I remember being inside of you. (#3 also requested by @imstandinghere​​​​) + 41. Keep going now. Please don’t stop. (requested by @sleepygrimm​; I realized that I left it out of the first set, so sorry about that!) + 2. Make my Monday better. Fuck me. (requested by @bloodredmoon87​)

She’s not quite sure what she expected. Maybe that he’d freak out a little, or at the least want some space, which she would’ve understood. Sleeping with him while on a mission was incredibly impulsive of her, and stupid considering she’s his supervising officer, and quite possibly the only friend he bothers to spend time with. Her evenings consist of the two of them on his couch, watching Netflix and eating takeout; her days, with him at the gym, or letting him tag along when they both have errands to run. Nick wanted her to help Steve acclimate to his new life, but she’s fairly certain he didn’t mean by monopolizing his time.

And she’s absolutely certain he didn’t mean by sleeping with him.

She lets herself into his apartment, the smell of garlic and marinara sauce wafting in the air. She knows it’s ridiculous that something as simple as walking in on Steve making dinner is comforting to her, but she’s trying not to dwell on it.

Her mission in Rio had gone smoother than they’d predicted, but that was still three days of working in 80-degree humidity in nothing but a two-piece bikini. On top of her flight home being delayed by three hours, Phil had found her after debriefing and spent another twenty minutes discussing the new training schedule for recruits because he’d wanted her input. She knows she’s not in the best mood right now, and she knows Steve can see it on her face. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t tease her for picking his lock as he always does.

“Rough day?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed in genuine concern as she shrugs out of her jacket, drapes it over the back of a chair.

“I’ve had better,” she says, a wry grin tugging at her lips. Steve chuckles softly and switches off the burner, reaching for her and drawing her to his chest. She’s never been a hugger, ever, and honestly? She hadn’t expected Steve to be one. But she doesn’t question it too much.

He brushes his lips to her hair. “Can I do anything to help?”

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ready for your love [pt. 1]

Pairing:  Jungkook x Reader, Namjoon x Reader
Summary: Your relationship with Jungkook is just for show. You’d rather have that than nothing at all.
Word Count: 5,534

pt 1 | pt 2 | ongoing

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The Way You Look Tonight

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Song: The Way You Look Tonight

Originally by: Frank Sinatra

Covered by: Maroon 5

Word Count: 2,139

Warnings: Language

Created for: @bookshido‘s 700 follower writing challenge

Summary: You and your boyfriend, Steve, go to a ball to try and find intel on HYDRA.

Lyrics are in bold.

Reader’s Outfit:

A.N.: I wrote this entire thing before I saw the first Captain America movie. I based all of this on what I thought of Steve from Captain America: Civil War. All I knew about Steve and Peggy was that they had a romantic relationship. I finally watched the first movie last night, and I was so surprised at how well this aligned with Steve and Peggy’s love story.

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Radio Ga Ga (Part 2)

Ok, so. I’ve come up with a part two to my BBC Radio 1 story. Hopefully it doesn’t disappoint. Enjoy! Also a big thank you to @mizpahes for constantly telling me I don’t suck, and helping me better this story. You tha real MVP. You can find the first part here Part 1

You’ve spent the past couple of weeks attached at the hip to Nick. From being his shadow during The Breakfast Show, to actually eating breakfast with him in your apartment. The two of you have been nearly inseparable since you started working at BBC Radio 1. You’ve already declared nicknames for each other (you being his “li-uhl cornholio” due to your love of Beavis and Butt-Head, and him being your “bloody scallywag” due to his love of House, M.D., such terms of endearment) and established each other’s guest rooms as your own, respectively. You’ve never had a friendship progress this fast, but you aren’t complaining. Nick is one of the most loyal people you’ve ever met, and you don’t see yourself ever finding anyone who could top him. The only downside to becoming friends with Nick so quickly is that he’s already learned how to read you, and always knows what’s on your mind. This was so easily proven during one of your sleepovers.

“You know who I haven’t seen in a while?” Nick asks you out of the blue while the two of you lounge on your small, but comfy love seat, catching up on The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air reruns.

“Hmm. I’ve got nothing. Not a clue.” You tell him as you pretend to try and read his mind.

“‘Aven’t seen ‘Arry around in a bit.” Nick states with a frown plastered to his face.

You know he’s really cut up about it because other than you, Harry is the other big part of his life. Nick also sees him as a little brother that he always needs to look after. He knows Harry’s a grown man who can take care of himself, but ever since they met, Nick’s just always felt this protective instinct come over him when things pertain to the young bloke. Nick’s mentioned him off and on while the two of you started learning everything there is to know about each other. And of course for some reason, you always tend to blush incessantly at the mention of said Adonis’s name. Nick never seemed to notice though, until now. Did he always know, and was just waiting for the right time to bring it up? Or was he all about this slow burn torture? If you had to guess correctly, you’d go with the latter.

After trying to figure out the right response to Nick, you spit out, “No, you sure haven’t. Not since I met him at the station.”

That was probably the worst thing you could have said…

“Ooooh yeah…” Nick continues in a higher pitch, “the day you two love birds laid eyes on each other.”

You roll your eyes at Nick, while trying to contain the ever growing blush that rises up your cheeks.

“Shut up. He doesn’t feel that same way about me.” You huff out, not realizing the ammunition you just freely gave to Nick.

“And what way would you be feeling about a certain Mr. Styles, hmmm?” Nick states curiously trying to see how far he can push the topic.

You eye Nick warily. Should you spill your guts to him? He is your best friend. But he’s also Harry’s. Oh the dilemma…

“Fuck it.” You mumble out as you get ready to gush about the most gorgeous man you’ve ever laid eyes on to the giddy man child in front of you. “Ok, so I like Harry, you happy?” You retort.

“I’ll be happier when you cut the bullshit, and tell me how you really feel.” Nick shoots back with a cock of his brow.

You roll your eyes, dreading the topic that’s looming over your head. No turning back now…

“Fine. Not only do like Harry, I’m like in love with him. I know we’ve only met the one time, but just staring into those green never ending pools he calls eyes could melt me down and turn me into a messy pool myself. I can’t stop thinking about him. I replay our whole meet cute on a loop 24/7. He’s really gotten to me. He’s invading my thoughts, and interrupting my social life because I can’t concentrate on anything else but him.” You suck in a gulp of air after spewing all those thoughts at once. “Please don’t tell him.” You plead with Nick, sadness and embarrassment written all over your face.

“Now love, why would you think I’d ever spill your secrets? I know Harry and I are like brothers, but I’d never betray your trust for him. You’re too important to me.” He continues, “Now, that doesn’t mean I don’t have a sneaky little plan to get you two to end up together.”

“Nick!” You scream, worried about what he may do.

“Don’t worry. You’ll thank me later.” Nick smirks cockily.

And ever since that conversation, you’ve stayed extra observant with whatever Nick was doing. You didn’t want him catching you off guard with any surprises of the Harry variety.


About a week after your late night heart to heart with Nick, you finally stop feeling paranoid about his love hijinks. You can actually breathe normally when you come into work. You nod and waive to the receptionist, Francesca, knowing it irks her and you continue on to Nick’s office with a smug grin. As you open the door, you start to spill how your weekend without him was.

“Nick you’ll never guess who called me this weekend…” You’re cut off with a flirty “'ello, love” from none other than your wannabe love interest.

“Harry. Hi, how are you?” You attempt to ask in as calm a voice as possible.

“I’m great, but I’m more interested in who called you this weekend.” He prods with a cheeky smile.

“Oh, um, no one important. It’s stupid, really.” You say reaching for the best lie you could come up with.

Harry looks hurt and mumbles, “Mustn’t be tha’ stupid if your dying to tell Nick.”

Is that jealousy you sense? No, no way. He doesn’t feel that way about me. You ponder. Or does he?

To try and diffuse the situation you try and lighten the previous topic by telling him it was just a cringe-worthy phone call, and that he’d be grateful if you didn’t relay the secondhand embarrassment to him.

Harry just nods still feeling a hint of jealousy that it wasn’t him calling you up over the weekend. He didn’t even have your number for fuck’s sake, and that’s what bothered him the most. Flirting and getting a girl’s number usually came so easy to him, and yet here he was, completely awkward around you. No one’s ever had this effect on him before, and that’s what made him want to be with you even more. The two of you were in no way romantically involved, and yet he still got butterflies in his stomach when he talked to you. He was constantly thinking about you, writing songs about how you made him feel. He just didn’t get how you already had so much power over him.

Just as he’s finally mustered up some courage and is fixing to ask you if you had any plans this weekend, Francesca barges in.

“Hi, Harry,” the receptionist says lustily towards him while completely ignoring Y/N. “Someone brought doughnuts in this morning, and I figured you’d want some before they all ran out.”

“Um, that’s very kind of you Francine, but I’ve already had breakfast. Y/N might want some though.” Harry says completely oblivious of calling her the wrong name.

Francesca only gives him half a smile and then turns to walk out, purposefully passing you up and throwing the doughnuts in the bin.

Once the receptionist has left, Harry remarks, “Damn, who pissed in her Cheerios this morning?” He didn’t mean to say it out loud, but he’s glad he did when you burst into laughter.

“I think that’s just her normal attitude,” you reply wiping tears off your cheeks from laughing so hard at his unexpected response. “Don’t take it personally.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.” Harry states with a wink in your direction. Finally gaining his courage back he continues, “I was however planning on taking you out this weekend if you’re available.” Damn that was smooth, he thought, glad the charm finally came back to me.

Just as Y/N is about to give Harry an answer, Nick comes into the office.

“Sorry that took so long,” Nick continues, “No one can make up their bloody minds about a freaking color swatch. It’s not even that big of a deal. Who cares what color the bathroom is at work? You’re like hardly in there anyway. Anything to waste my damn time…”

With a giggle Y/N spits out, “Are you done now, drama queen?”

Nick gasps incredulously, throwing a hand to his heart. “Well I’ve never felt so offended and betrayed in my whole life.” He giggles along once he’s gotten over his theatrical spell. When he finally settles down from his laughing fit he claps his hands together and states, “Well I definitely need some coffee to perk me up after that bullshit. Either of you want anything?” After you and Harry shake your heads back and forth Nick heads out, but not before spurting out, “Right, well I’ll leave you to horn dogs alone then.” Nick is very pleased with himself as he walks out.

Trying to hold back the embarrassment from Nick’s comment, you change the subject. “So, you were asking me a question earlier, yes?”

“You mean before we were so rudely interrupted?” Harry asks cheekily while you nod your head. “Ah yes, well I believe I proper asked you out, and now I’m just waiting for a response and silently praying that the answer doesn’t destroy me.” He doesn’t mean to sound so desperate, but he’s relieved when he sees you chuckle, finding it kind of cute.

“Harry,” you start, “I would just like to say it’s about damn time.”

“So is that a yes?” He asks cautiously.

You start to giggle at how shy he tends to be around you. “It’s a definite yes.”

Let the Stars Watch

Fandom: Left 4 Dead
Pairing: Nick/Ellis
Rating: M (18+)
Word Count: 4,517
Summary: Nick finds the perfect moment to tell Ellis how he feels. Based on the song ‘Eavesdrop’ by the Civil Wars.

A/N: Thanks to Catty ( mintsharpie​/ellislash​ ) for being a good beta and encouraging me to keep writing in general. 

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I Do - One Shot

Requested? Yes: simon x reader imagine where its their wedding day and the sidemen are helping simon get ready and he’s really nervous until he’s sees you - Anonymous

Word Count: 936

Requests: I have 3 pending, but send some anyway :)

Warnings: romantic-emotional (not bad-emotional)

Simon’s Point of View

I woke up with a weird, tingling sensation in my stomach. I had slept over at the Sidemen House again for the first time in a long time.

I had moved in with my girlfriend, now my fiancée Y-N, two years ago so that we could somewhat start a life of our own. And a couple of months ago, I took a deep breath and proposed to her whilst we were on holiday in the south of France together. My heart melted when she said yes.

And today was the day.

Y-N had called dibs on our apartment so that she could get ready with her bridesmaids and her parents, whilst the boys helped me get ready here in the Sidemen House.

‘Yo, today’s the big day, man.’ JJ walked into my room, loudly clapping his hands together. I breathed in deeply and buried my face further into my pillow.

‘I can’t believe it,’ I mumbled tiredly.

'Come on, let’s get ready! We only have a couple of hours!’ He said, jumping around, trying to get me out of bed.

'Fine,’ I mumbled and ripped the sheets from my body.

I made my way down the stairs slowly, only to be greeted by Vikk and Josh already sat by the island, four plates of scrambled eggs and bacon laid out nicely.

'Wow, who made breakfast?’ I asked, impressed.

'I did,’ Vikk said with a mouthful, raising his fork in the air.

'Well, thanks.’ I smiled and sat down, looking at the mouth-watering food.


After breakfast, we all disappeared into our rooms to get changed and ready. My hands were shaking as I pulled my black suit out of the wardrobe.


'Simon, are you ready? We’ve got to leave soon!’ I heard Josh say from downstairs.

'Yeah, just give me a couple more seconds!’ I said as I fixed my hair for the third time. Then Josh walked into my room, completely ready in his navy blue suit. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. All my best friends were dressing up for my wedding.

I was stood in front of the mirror, quickly fixing my tie again.

'Yo, you can’t forget this,’ Josh said from my desk, picking up a little white flower clip, He walked over and clipped it to the pocket on my chest.

'Thanks,’ I said, wiping my sweaty palms on my trousers.

'You nervous?’ He asked with a giggle.

'What do you think,’ I asked sarcastically. He laughed, and then Vikk and JJ showed up in my doorframe, too.

'Bro, you don’t have to be nervous. She said yes to marrying you, she’ll say yes today. And she’s going to look absolutely stunning, and think that you look pretty great, too.’ Vikk reassured me. I smiled at the thought of seeing her in her wedding dress. I couldn’t decide of I was more nervous or excited.

And then I teared up. I don’t know why, but the tears brewed in my eyes and almost immediately started running down my cheeks. I held both my eyes with my fingers, sniffling.

'Yo, it’s going to be okay, man.’ JJ walked over and embraced me. I sniffled into his suit and then leaned back, wiping at my eyes.

'Yeah, sorry. It’s okay.’ I said, blinking into the light to stop more tears from forming. Together, the four of us headed out and walked down the stairs and opened the front door to see JJ’s Lambo already parked outside. He had offered to give us all a ride, convinced that the groom also needed to 'arrive in style’.


The room was huge, with hundreds of chairs stood out in front of me. The big entrance doors were open as guests were filing in, taking their seats. I was stood at the alter, my sweaty hands clenched together in front of me. Josh was standing behind me. I stared out and smiled at all the guests.

Then my mum, dad and brother walked in, taking their seats in the front row. I gave them a worried look but Nick, my brother, gave me two thumbs up, making me giggle.

A couple more minutes and the room as packed with people, voices filling the air.

'You okay?’ Josh asked my from behind my shoulder. No, my knees feel like jelly, I’m super sweaty and my hands are shaking.

'Yeah,  I’m fine.’ I muttered back. The entrance doors closed and then opened again, showing the little flower girls holding wooden baskets. The walked in with big, adorable smiles on their faces, picking up a couple of flower petals out of the basket and throwing them on the isle floor. I watched nervously as they flowed down to the ground delicately.

Music was sounding from the speakers. That classical, wedding song played on the organ.

Next were two of Y-N’s best friends, dressed in long, matching and flowing bridesmaids dresses. They were both holding a small bouquet of flowers.

But I wasn’t focusing on them. I was focusing on who was behind them; Y-N, dressed in the most beautiful, long, white wedding dress, a glittery tiara tangled neatly in her hair. The took small steps down the isle, her long train dragging behind her. Her arm was linked with her Dad’s, who was dressed in a suit.

Her eyes locked with mine and she smiled, and in that split second, it was like a wave of calmness washed over me. Because in that split second, I knew not to be nervous anymore, but excited. My heart was still pounding in my chest, yes, but I was finally getting married to the love of my life.

I absolutely loved this idea. My hands were sweating the entire time writing this

Saying I love Tame Impala isn’t strong enough.

Sooooo here is the full recap of my cray cray week in which I travel more like 3 000 km and went to three different festivals in two different countries just so I could see the actual lights of my life three times.

I left home on Saturday July 2nd to go to Belfort and on that day I saw Allah-Las, Beck, Air and Foals and all of them were sooooo great. Especially Air I was so happy to be able to see them as they’re one of my fav french bands (and they were so cute really!!! The way Nicolas was waving at the end was sooooo kitteny) they almost played all my fav songs so it was so great (even though…BIOLOGICAL GUYS!!!!) and then Foals!!! THEY PLAYED CASSIUS!!!! Which is like my fav song from them and Yannis said they haven’t played it for like five years but wanted to do it there I WAS SO HAPPY!!!!!! 

On the Sunday I was nervous the whole time cause the festival we were at is the one my friends saw Kevin in his iconic green short three years ago and he waved at them. (Oh and I wasn’t with them cause at that time I was “naaaaah I don’t like Tame Impala enough to go to BELFORT” yes current me laughs a lot at this) so I was like…WHAT IF. But I didn’t bump into any of them. I saw Blossoms and Courtney Barnett and Mac DeMarco (I was pretty for Mac but it was okay cause I knew I was gonna see him again the next day ahahahaha) and I left before the end of the gig so I could get front row for Tame. So my friend and I had to deal with half a gig of Nekfeu (french rap like. ugh.) but we managed our way to the front in the end so I was VERY HAPPY. 

Tame gig was at like 21:45 and there was the game against Iceland at 21:00 so during the wait they broadcast the game on the screen and France was scoring so much I was like “JULIEN IS GONNA BE SO HAPPY” and I was so sure they wouldn’t come on stage until the end of the first half and…I was right. 

Obviously the gig was so so awesome Kevin was an angel as usual. He was wearing that jacket he got since Japan and. When he put it off… THAT BITCH WAS WEARING THE SAME SHIRT AS WHEN I SAW THEM I JANUARY THAT WAS RIGHT IN THE FEELS. Cam and Dom spotted that I was like. The only one jumping and dancing and knowing all the lyrics so I swear to god they were smiling at me. They were so amazing as always.

The best part is probably during the drum solo of Elephant!!!! As France was still playing Julien stopped and asked us for the score and I was so “!!!!!!” cause it’s soooooo unusual for him to speak during gigs and everything and I was so happy and then Jay was like “Santé!!!” which is how we say Cheers and I was like “I’m the one with the least french” and yeah they ARE SO CUTE. And he also sang “ALLEZ ALLEZ” like that video of Julien he posted which is my fav. I LOVE HIM. 

When I knew it was gonna be the end of the gig I showed them my “See you tomorrow (cause I’m a fan)” sign and I swear to god it made Dom smile again. And at the very very end of the gig when Kevin was saying goodbye and stuff he spotted it and he made quite a surprised face and he said “See you very soon” to me and I was so happy. And one of the confetti technician HANDED ME THE SETLIST PERSONALLY I WAS SO HAPPY seriously and the best part was that I was seeing them again the next day. 

On Monday I woke up pretty early went into a cab (that turned out twice as expensive as it should have been fuck u) and got into the train. I arrived in Lyon and it was SO HOT. I left my stuff at the hotel and went to the venue and as soon as I arrived (it was like 12:30 ahaha) I spotted the tour buses and was suffocating. I came that early cause as the venue is also some sort of touristic place it’s open during the day and you can wander around and stuff and my friends had met Phoenix there that way so I was kinda expecting the same to happen to me with a little bit of luck. Also I was trying not to see signs but. It was exactly a month after I met Nick and in the pocket of my short I found the metro ticket from when I had seen them in Rock en Seine ahaha. So I went into the theatre and there were all the Tame technicians setting the stuff for the night (I saw Joe and my friend Ring and everyone) and I sat there waiting.

AND SUDDENLY I saw Dom and Julien so I didn’t think twice and just went downstairs. And this is how I met them. I mostly talked to Julien though (french) and feel kinda bad about it cause I want Dom to know I love hime too!!!! I gave them Trevor and I told Julien I couldn’t wait for his new album cause I loved his last song so much but hoped I wouldn’t had as much trouble to get it as the first one (AND OMG. He recognized me from the Instagram I had made about it ahahahah) and then I asked them for a pic so Julien said we’d selfie and he’d do it cause he has a long arm ahahah. He also recognized me from the day before with the “see you tomorrow” sign so I told him I was gonna be in Bilbao on Saturday too with another one and he replied that he would definitely look for it <3 

So then I waited a little bit longer in case of other band members would come out but they didn’t so I went back and waited for the doors to open (my shoulders got sunburns by doing so ahah)

Then the show begins and Mac was CRAZY. It really was amazing and Cam and Jay were sitting on that bench he has with him on tour!!! Also Dom and Kevin were checking the gig on the side of the stage and I was <3 <3 <3 <3 

Then Tame played and IT WAS THE GREATEST SHOW I’VE EVER BEEN TO. They were SO HAPPY to be there!!!! Kevin even told us something like “I had a rough morning but you have no idea how this is a turn out” and the tradition in that venue (a roman theater) is to throw cushions on the stage and they were so pleased with that always laughing and joking around and everything it was just SO GREAT. Kevin also told us that the very first time he went to a gig he threw a shoe at the singer just to know how it felt ahahahah. (Yep he apparently has shoes in the end) At some point someone threw a cushion that ended up on Dom and Jay was like “don’t throw it on Dom he’s nice throw it on douche bags like me!!!” 

HE SAT IN FRONT OF ME DURING YES I’M CHANGING and I literally died cause if you know me you know how much I love that song. 

And then for the encore people were getting literally CRAZY with the cushions the scene ended up covered in them and they were so happy and stuff and Kevin and Jay lied on it (I have the greatest video of FLWOGB ever with Kevin laying down in cushions and throwing some back at the audience) and Kevin said that he had never thought he would ended up in a theatre that’s 2 000 years old and he definitely didn’t expect it to be so good and seriously that was the greatest Tame gig I went to and literally the greatest gig ever all bands included. I love them so much and I’m so happy I did that date!!!!!

At the end of the gig I stayed around the tour buses cause I was kinda hoping to meet the rest of the band there and.

It worked.

I waited for like 2 hours approximately and was beginning to be cold af but it was defs worthit.

At first there was Dom and Julien so I just waved at them and they smiled and I said “A SAMEDI!!” (see you on saturday) to Julien and they went into the tour bus (LIKE OTHER PEOPLE DIDN’T CARE ABOUT THEM I WAS SO ANGRY) then Cam and Jay went out and I asked Jay for a pic but he was SO DRUNK. So he took pics with other and went into the bus forgetting me (dat bitch) but I talked to Cam I asked him when his solo album was gonna be out and he said “soon” (bitch your singles are out since DECEMBER) and I told him he should have opened for The Last Shadow Puppets in France cause I was so frustrated I couldn’t see him and yeah. 

And then stuff of dream happened. Kevin was the last one to come out and I saw him pulling his suitcase in one hand while in the other hand he was. Basically. Holding. My. Trevor. I WAS SO HAPPY. My heart literally melted. So I just went to him and was the first one to talk to him. I told him I was the one who had brought Trevor and he said “It’s my new favorite thing ever!!!!” and I died and HE FREAKING HUGGED ME and then I told him a bunch of stuff and I also told him about my gurls and how we had met thanks to him and that we were dreaming of seeing Tame together and he said it would happen. I love him. Then we took a pic and he insisted to have Trevor on it. (Cause like someone came and took his suitcase so he would be more comfortable talking with fans and wanted to take Trevor but. HE KEPT IT JUST FOR ME.) And so I have a very blurry pic with THE LOVE OF MY LIFE (and Trevor) cause American fans apparently don’t know HOW TO USE IPHONES. 

I also told him about the fact I was the idiot with the sings and that there was gonna be one more in Spain and that I was the one he gave his pick to last year etc. Then he signed my ticket and I left him alone cause I talked with him pretty long and other people were getting impatient. So much that I overheard him Kevin said to them “Sorry but she got me a bear!!!!!!” I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

And then I talked with Ring a little bit and the same technician as the day before gave me another setlist and I WAS JUST SO FREAKING HAPPY. And then I left and felt blessed and everything but had to walk for a fucking hour in the night in a big city I didn’t know bless Apple for Maps. 

So then I went to Spain and the festival there is cool even though I think the have some technical problems like everything just stopped working for 10 min during Grimes???? And I saw Kevin making faces because his guitar didn’t sound like he wanted to I guess. They took his guitar and reset it during the gig which like…never happen.

Anyway. Tbh the gig in Spain kinda was the worst because of…Spanish. I was next to three girls who kinda ruined the gig for me because they kept on pushing me…so much that in the middle of the gig I ended like 10meters more on the left than I was at the beginning (like bitch I waited the whole day here..) And seriously the crowd was so shitty like I had never suffer before in a Tame crowd it was so annoying cause people were pushing just for pushing THEY DIDN’T EVEN KNOW THE SONGS. Just some people near me were singing SO ANNOYING. Anyway the gig itself was as great as a Tame gig always is (even tho there was no confetti :’( ) and the most awesome part is that at least Kevin, Cam, Dom and Julien recognized me. Cam and Dom kept on smiling at me and Dom laughed at the sign. Cam pointed it! In the middle of the gig Jay asked for one of the orange hats some people had and he put it on his head but Kevin said it didn’t fit him as well as the people in the crowd aha. At the end of the gig Kevin said the festival was in such a beautiful place and that they were very happy to play here and they didn’t know such a nice place existed. 

And then. During FLWOGB he basically came sitting in front of me and smiled at me the whole time he was there (because of the sign and because he recognized me and because I had met him and because he his the most amazing human being ever) and then he came back. And. He threw another pick at me and I KNOW it was for me cause he was looking at me and basically he never really does that. Maybe it’s because I had told him about the pick I already had or maybe just cause he’s the best idk. But I couldn’t get it and the stupid girl next to me got it even tho she only knew Let It Happen and had been a bitch to me and my friend the whole gig. I cried so much and she was just so happy to see me cry like FUCK U. But I’m over it now, the fact that my fav band recognized me and basically loves me is the most important and I know Kevin threw it for me and not for her so that is what matters. Also I already have one pick so it’s okay right. And then Joe pointed at me so the security guys would give me the setlist but they didn’t fuck them seriously. But it’s okay cause Cam, Dom and Kevin’s smiles and the fact he wanted ME to have another pick are the most important things to me. They are big now but they are such sweethearts I love them so much they just make me so happy to be alive and basically give a meaning to my existence. And I know how silly it must sound but I’m happy that maybe somehow a little part of me (Trevor) will sometimes remind them of the dumb french girls who make bad puns on her signs and love them more than anything. 

I already miss them and I want to see them again as soon as possible and meet them again hopefully with my girls and seriously I have never love any band like that and they make me feel important. Like I’m not just another fan even though I know I am you know??? But yeah they just make my heart warm and I want the best for the five of them and their technicians too cause everyone in Perth is a freaking KITTEN and I can’t wait to move there and marry some Perth guy (Nick) 

Also I’m taking some lines to tell how much proud of myself I am cause I’m anxious af, socially awkward, paranoid and basically I’m afraid of like everything but they make me able to do stuff like this. Going in a foreign country where I don’t even know the language or going in like the second biggest city in France on my own. Love makes me strong yay. 

anonymous asked:

Why exactly did u fall for jameh? Like .. I mean .. there's Alex and Nick and Matt and moreover there's sergio pizzorno, matt hitt, hugo white or andrew vanwyngarden.. why jimmy ? :) I like him a lot but in a non sexual loving more like admiring kind of way .. er, just curious :D x

oh my i’ve always wanted to receive a message like this so that i can express all of my feelings and now that i actually got one it seems so hard to me to explain 

well there are so many different reasons i love him and im gonna start with the obvious ones

  1. he’s the most attractive man ive ever seen there are people that dont find him attractive at all and that literally makes no sense to me??? like i have friends that say he was better looking when he was young and now he is not that good looking and im like “are u even serious” yes he was gorgeous when he was young with him stupid haircuts and his cute crooked teeth and lovely smile and literally everything was perfect when he was young but i really like how he’s all grown up and became a gorgeous man like you see him and he seems so serious and you expect a deep voice and then he talks and you listen to his cute voice which is the cutest voice ive ever heard and makes my heart melt !!!!!!! also his body it’s just perfect its not like ive seen a clean photo of him shirtless but its pretty obvious??? his arms look so strong and his legs are perfect and his back turns me on so much and when he wears shirts he just looks so fit you know and his hair is always so good i love it when he grows it and pulls the man bun omg and i love bearded jamie i do have a thing for beards and it just looks so good on him :-(( his smile is brings so much joy to me like im having a bad day and if i see jamie smiling it gets 10000000 times better nothing compares to his smile! his eyes have the perfect colour?? like his colours (hair and eyes) are not my type to be honest but every time i see those eyes i just go crazy i getting so many different feelings just by staring at them! also hands are really important to me and he has the perfect hands have you ever seen any close ups to his hands when he is on stage?? i wish he could touch me exactly like he touches his guitar and finally his clothes i love everything he wears even the silliest thing looks great on him im so angry especially when he’s wearing denim and leather jackets oh man
  2. now let me stop talking about his outside and let me tlak about his inside its not like i personally know him or something but from what ive seen he’s literally adorable he is quiet yet funny like i know he is not talking anymore in interviews but have you seen any old interviews?? he is just so awkward and funny and you know he might not be funny by saying jokes but every silly thing he says sounds so great and sweet to me i always enjoy watching him talking because i just love whatever he’s saying! you know im a psycho im watching this interview every day and i die on the part where he;s talking about dying on the ferry this is my favourite thing ever because i do think like this sometimes too and i just cant get enough of him also sometimes he looks so annoyed sometimes and i really like this i dont know why i just really like it its like every flaw he might have seems so perfect to me i cant imagine knowing him in real life cause he would be something so unreal for me you know?? he is just too perfect to be someone id know in real life! he seems so sweet and loyal and even if im not a huge fan of her he loves katie so much and thats pretty obvious i wish i could find a man to love me as much jamie loves katie he seems so protective and romantic i dont know
  3. another thing i like him is exactly what you said! there are so many other celebrities i could have fallen for but jamie is the one i did because he is not them i dont know how to explain this i mean yeah matt hitt he is gorgeous but what else?? he doesnt ring any bells to me you know what i mean? jamie just seems so interesting to me and so great in his own way man i really dont know how to explain this he is just my jamie i dont feel about any other celebrities as i feel about him i do like chilli i do like sam from palma violets they’re like both great but i dont feel this way about them jamie is my everything and the fact that he’s part of my favourite band is so great!!! arctic monkeys might have changed and i used to be one of these people that prefered the old monkeys but in my opinion thats bullshit i still love them and i always will cause they changed the way i feel about music i know i wont ever meet him or date him obviously i just wish i could find someone as good as him

i could honestly talk forever about jamie and the whole bands but i will stop here if you’re still reading this congratulations you really did care about why i fall for him + thanks for asking this really :-)

Agent Y/N Carter (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Requested by anonymous:Could you do a story where Reader is Peggy’s grandchild and meets Steve please.

A/N: I made your middle name Peggy. You can change it. Have fun reading ❤


It was your first day at s.h.i.e.l.d. as an agent. You just finished from the Shield’s Academy. Maybe a little earlier. They said you had pretty good fighting skills and you were too smart. They had to see a recruit like you from Romanoff or your grandma’s Peggy’s time. Peggy Carter was your grandma. She grew you up telling you about the stories from the war, ssr and then when they found s.h.i.e.l.d. She told you about the man she loved. Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America. He seemed like a great man.

You walked to the s.h.i.e.l.d’s base in the quinjet for your first mission with Captain America and the rest of the team, the avengers. Director Fury said that you were good enough to go with the superhero team. But you felt a little shy. With all those great people? You were just a new shield recruit. Also you wanted to say to Captain that you were Peggy’s grandchild but how? You don’t just meet someone and go; ‘Oh hi, My grandma and you used to date at the war!’ it would be awkward.

“Avengers, your attention please. I want to meet you our new reqruit. She is going to join you in your recent mission against Hydra. Meet Y/N. Be good to her, she’s going to kick your ass if you insult her, Tony I’m looking at you.” Nick Fury said and you laughed. The only person you knew from the team was Natasha. You met her one day when she was like a guest to s.h.i.e.l.d’s academy and she trained you and the others. Since then you two became best friends. She was the first one to come to you.

“Nervous Carter?” She asked and you smiled at her.

“Not at all. I learned from you and grandma.” Steve was the next to talk to inform everyone about the plan and the partners.

“Ok guys, our goal is to destroy the base and get as many information we can from shield and Hydra. I’m going to pick Pairings. Y/n, you come with me and Tony, Bruce with Nat and Clint, Thor with the twins. Y/n here is your comm.” He passed you the gadget. As your hands brushed each other’s you felt electricity as you blushed a little. “Do you have any.. You know.. Mutant power?” He asked.

“No sir.”

“Good. Please call me Steve.” He told with a small smile as his blue eyes looked into your e/c ones. He was just like your grandma described him. Five minutes later the quinjet landed as picked your gear and followed Steve and Tony.

“What’s the plan for us Cap?” Tony asked as the three of you stood behind some trees to cover yourselves.

“ We destroy the west side’s blunkers. Then we move inside to download information and then get out as quickly as possible for the explosion. Understood?”

“Yeah, When do we start?” You ask as you see some agents coming to your way.

“Now” Tony replied as he begined to fly and blast some of them with the rockets. Steve with his shield hit three of them. You ran two five of them and took three electroduced microchips from your belt and killed the three of them passing under them. You reached the other two and they got the guns out. Before they could even point out you they were down . Steve, when he show you doing all these stuff and doing that good even in your first mission mumbled to himself, Goddamn she’s nice.He didn’t know you well but even from your lips turned up forming into a beautiful smile made his heart melt and he felt like he knew you his whole life.

“We’re clear out here. Let’s move inside. Y/n can you do the downloading?” He said and came next to you to say something without Tony noticing. “I would fo myself but.. I don’t know much about hacking. Don’t tell Tony.” He said with and his cheeks turned red.

“Don’t worry, your ‘secret’ is safe with me, Captain” You said to him in the same tone and run inside. Two agents stood infront the computers and both had a bullet in their head in two seconds. You got close to the computer and plugged in the flash drive. A few moments later you finished and ran outside. “I’m out. Is anybody still in?” As everyone responded that noone was in you pushed the button and exploded the place. When you got inside the quinjet everyone cheered at you.

“Good job Y/n!” Wanda told you and you smiled at them. You sat at and put your seatbelt next to Steve.

“Hey.. Um.. I was wondering y/n.. If you want to you can join me for a cup of coffee at my apartment in the avengers tower later?” He asked you and you nodded.

“Sure why not” He smiled and offered you a bottle of cold water.

“We’re gonna land on the tower so no need to leave. Do you have any change of clothes?” He asked you. Actually you didn’t.

“No I hope it’s not a problem if I just compe with my suit right?”

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable y/n. I can borrow you an old shirt.” As soon as you landed to the tower Steve helped you find his floor. You were covered with mud and some blood so Steve gave you the shirt and a towel and you had a shower. As soon as you felt the hot water hitting your skin you felt relaxed. After, you wore the shirt that reached your mid-thigh. Fortunately you had socks that reached your knees so it won’t be that awkward.

Steve had already made the coffee and sitted at the couch. “Hey”

“Hey Y/n. i have to tell you something.” You took a seat next to him as you got a sip of your coffee.

“What is it?” You were afraid that he knew about Grandma and that he was going to be mad at you for not telling him from the beginning.

“Nick just called.. He told me to reqruit you to the Avengers. He saw into the camera’s what you did today and he said that you were too good for s.h.i.e.l.d. So what do you think. Wanna be an avenger?” You smiled and responded with a ‘yes’ full of happiness. “Their gonna bring your stuff later. Your moving to the tower. Tony prepared you a floor.

“Seriously I was fifteen minutes into the shower and all these happened?” He laughed and nodded.

“Y/n, you remind me someone I know, can you tell me again your last name?” You literally choked your biscuit when he told you. Time for the truth.

“It’s Carter, Y/n Peggy Carter.” His mouth hanged opened.

“Wait, are you Peggy’s Grandchild?” You nodded and smiled sweetly to him and he smiled back.

“No way! How is she? Is she alive? ”

“Yeah she’s at a nursing home. We can visit her sometime. She’ll love to see you again.”

“I’m happy you told me. You remind me of her, your beautiful smile and your as strong as her.” You smiled at his compliment.

“Thank you Steve, I always wanted to be like her. When I was a kid she told me about you and you seemed sweet, kind and funny. She was right at that.” He smiled and then looked again into your eyes.

“Can I do something?”

“Of course” You raised an eyebrow but before you could finish your sentence Steve cupped your face with his hands and pressed his soft lips at yours. At first you felt surprised but then relaxed into the kiss.

“I -i really like you y/n. Since you entered the quinjet and looked at me I liked you.” You smirked and took another sip of your coffee.

“I like you too Steven.” The doorbell rang. It was Tony. He said that your stuff were here and packed by some maids he hired. Steve helped you get to your floor and he stayed in the elevator.

“Y/n I’m looking forward for a date tomorrow. How about dinner?”

“I’d love to” He placed a kiss on your cheek and closed the elevator and headed back to his floor.

“A few moments later you fell asleep on your brand new bedroom. The morning you had to meet your grandma at the nursing room to tell her about your first mission.

The morning you woke up late. You ran to the bathroom and quickly got dressed and made yourself a small breakfast. You were also going to tell her about Steve. You got ro your car and drove there as fast as you could.

You ran to the her room and entered it. She sat at her bed smiling widly at you. You kissed her cheek and sat next to her.

“Grandma I’m dating your old boyfriend”