sing me softly to sleep

Zach Dempsey Imagine (Part 2)-

“Give me another chance”

Originally posted by corn-flacks

You haven’t felt yourself these days. Your grades were dropping, you never got ready for the day, and honestly you lost contact with your friends. It’s only been 3 weeks, you remind yourself as if that isn’t a short time to spiral downward. It was just a fight, and just a break up, and just a painful goodbye. You only wish he didn’t have this effect on you. He loved you, didn’t he? You loved him, didn’t you? You sigh, letting yourself drag to your locker as you slowly open it. You knew you were overreacting about almost everything. The girl, the break up, everything. You should be fine, you could get ready, and friends are supposed to help you, but you can’t bring yourself to just invite someone over or find a cute outfit already made. Why did it feel so hard?

You felt a pair of eyes on you, this wasn’t the first time this week. You and Zach were the talk of the school. You were the part that got backlash, the too clingy girlfriend with the over reacting regrets who definitely didn’t deserve Zach Dempsey. You hated the rumors once again.You sigh, turning your head to see who it was this time.

 Your heart stopped for a second, you took in the tall boy who had a pained looked in his eyes that you mistakened for hatred. He turned away, nodding towards you, causing Justin to look back. “Go talk to her” he says to Zach, just loud enough for you to hear. You bite your lip and get your things and close your locker. You put your bag over your shoulder and started heading out. It wasn’t the day, it couldn’t be the day you were faced with the ‘I miss you and I love you, but I can’t be with you’ talk. You walked out, heading to the Library because you just weren’t in the mood to sit in a class, especially Biology. 

You almost expected him to talk to you, you expected him to run after you and you know that was stupid, you didn’t want him too. But you missed him. You wanted him and you couldn’t let go of what it was like to have him by your side. His small hand squeezes and quirky jokes, the way he smiles when he sees you down the hallway, the hugs from behind that seemed to make you melt because they were always more gentle. You even missed his endless basketball practices he made you join him in. 

You felt tears well in your eyes again, how could you be so stupid? Zach gave you everything, Zach made you feel more you, and you still didn’t believe him. You shake your head, standing up and making your way to his class. You needed him, you hated relying on someone so much but you needed him, and part of you believes he needs you too.

You get to his class and walk in, you ask the teacher if you can borrow Zach Dempsey for an article in the paper. You can almost feel his stare on you as he gets up and follows you out. You bite your lip and look at him. “Zach” you said softly, “What do you want, (Y/N)?” he says coldly. You let out a shaky sigh and look down. “I messed up Zach, you were honestly the best guy I ever had.” You say softly. “You were gentle and sweet, you always had a smile on, and you always gave me those hugs from behind that I secretly loved. I really miss the way you play with my hair, and the way you used to sing softly to me when I couldn’t sleep or you just wanted to be cute. I miss the basketball practices and the non affective biology tutoring and the way that you put that stupid spoon on your nose and it made you incredibly adorable, and I miss the way you say I love you. You said it once, but you showed it like a million times and I miss the ways you tried to show me. Zach, I really miss you” you whisper, feeling the tears fall. 

You saw him shift, a mix of emotions on his face. “What are you saying, (Y/N)?” he says softly after a few minutes. “I’m saying I miss you Zach, I’m saying I want you back” you look at him. “Give me another chance” you say softly. He bites his lip, throwing his head back a bit. “How do you do this to me?” he whispers, as if you aren’t there. “Please Zach, just think about it” you say, wiping your cheeks. You look at him, and you notice his eyes getting watery. 

“I have been miserable without you” Zach whispers. “I should be the one asking for another chance, you thought I was cheating and I got mad at you when I should have told you what was going on. I had to tutor that girl in Biology and then she asked me to help her with a scene for a musical and since I was already there I thought I should but you walked in and I don’t think I have ever seen you so angry and upset. I felt like a dick. Then when I admitted I loved you and I got scared because I was literally beating myself up for hurting you while further hurting you and I have been miserable. I haven’t slept in like 2 weeks, I barely get ready anymore, practicing basketball is a chore because I don’t have you to make it fun or to cheer me on and I am so sorry” He says, looking at you. “I need you back” he whispers.

You stand there, a bit shocked to hear it all but relief floods through you. You quickly wrap your arms around him, keeping him close and he holds you as well. He kisses your head softly and rubs your back gently. “I love you so much (Y/N)” he says gently. “I love you too Zach” you say, closing your eyes and just enjoying being by him again. You felt safe again, you felt like you were home, and for the first time in 3 weeks you felt a sense of belonging. You loved Zach, and nothing else seemed to matter.

Alec Lightwood-Shadowhunters (Part 1)

I sat there, eyeing up Valentine as he ate his dinner. Mine sat on the table, unreachable due to the chains that kept me where I was as I was his prisoner, kept by my capture as way to get to my brother and his friends. My name is Y/N Wayland, I’m 24 and Shadowhunter and I’m a mom. Long story short I have a 4 year old son, Jackson Alexander Lightwood and he was the only reason I hadn’t tried to end it. when I was twenty I fell in love with a boy named James who after we ran away together I found out I was pregnant and James turned out to be Valentine. So here I was watching the man I despised with all my life, watching him eat.

“Y/N dear, I believe the child wants your company.” He asked pointing toward the door where my son stood. I turned to him and smiled, hiding the chains that kept me seated, the best I could. “Jax, sweetie, please go back to your room. I’ll be there in a second.” I smiled back as he nodded quickly and turned around and ran, I assume to his bedroom/cell.

I turned to Valentine and sat there, looking at him while he watched my son run off. “I know, why you told the boy I wasn’t his father, and I was rather glad you did. He wasn’t apart of my plan to get you pregnant it was and accident. But I believe I have found a rather fitting role for the boy.” He whispered darkly in my ear as he unchained me.

“Go see my boy, please, tell him I’m his father, I think it’s time he knew. I hope you tell him tonight as I think we may have guests and I would like him to meet them.” He laughed as he pushed me towards the door.

I let my tired, broken legs carry my beaten and bruised body towards the door and into my sons room. As I made my way into his room I was him sat on his bed, holding onto a book that was from the year I was taken that held lot’s of stories I had written about my friends and family from when I was back home, my real home, not the one I was made to go to in London, the one that I had spent the entire last four years fighting to get back to. the one in New York.

“Mama, can you read me a story?” Jax asked, handing me the book and climbing onto my lap,“The one about uncle Jace and Daddy.” He requested. I took the book from his hands and watched his face light up, growing happier and happier with every page I turned trying to find the story he wanted. I decided against telling Jax who his father was, I knew it would break is heart when he finds out about valentine being his father.

At around the age of three, Jax began asking about his father and as Valentine as said he didn’t want Jax in the first place, I decided I would tell him Alec Lightwood, I boy who I was In love with for most of my life, was his father. I didn’t want him to grow to be the man Valentine was I wanted him to be just like his “dad”.

“Right mister, lets get under the covers and read.” I smiled as I picked him up and put him on the bed, climbing onto the bed and we snuggled under the duvet while I began to read.

“OK, so when we were little, about 16 years old, Uncle Jace, Auntie Izzy, Daddy and Mummy were on a mission.” I began, reading the words I had written all those years ago. Words I had spoken a thousand times to Jax.

“To a hotel full of vampires.” Jax shouted excitedly.

“Am I telling this story or are you?” I asked his, tickling him a little. His little laugh sounded around the room and I smiled, something I have only ever done with Jax. “Right, well, let me carry on.” I laughed. “But yes, we were sent to a vamp den in a hotel, about 20 blocks away from the institute.

"We had gotten our weapons and left for the hotel, Izzy and  falling behind a little bit behind the boys, as she kept bugging me about my crush on Alec. Once we arrived at the hotel, it got really quiet, so we were really anxious.

"We got ready and together we began to enter the hotel. We walked around the hotel a little but we didn’t find any vamps, that was when Izzy suggested we split up. Izzy and I went one way, upstairs, while Daddy and Uncle Jace stayed down stairs. So auntie Izzy and I were walking around upstairs when all of a sudden we were surrounded by Vampires.”

“Where you scared?” Jax interrupted. I nodded and smiled.

“Izzy and I both were but we knew Daddy and uncle Jace would save the day, they always did.” I reassured him. I kissed the top of his head and began reading again wen I heard a loud racket coming from down the hall. I grabbed Jax, who was now scarred and tears ran down his face, and ran the a near by room and hid the best we could.

“Shh baby, it’s OK I promise.”  whispered quietly in his ear. “Come stop your crying, it will be alright. Here take my hand and hold it tight” I sang and his ear calming him the best I could in this situation. “I will protect you from all around you, I will be here don’t you cry.” I continued to sing softly in his ear until I heard a noise come from out side the door.

I held Jax tighter against my chest and waited as the door handle slowly turned.  The next moment seemed to happen in slow motion, the door opened and there, in the doorway stood my best friend in the whole entire world, Isabel Lightwood.

“Izzy!” I cried as a carefully put Jax on the floor and ran towards her. She seemed a little shocked and confused at first but it soon hit her who I was.

“Y/N, is that you?” She asked pulling me away slightly as to get a better look at my ace. I nodded and smiled at her.

“Yeah it’s me.” I cried, actual tear ran down my face. It was then that I heard a small voice call from the corner we had been hiding in. “Mama” He called as he came running over to me. Jax hugged on to my leg tightly and looked up a Izzy.

“Is that..did he just call you mama?” Izzy asked as I picked him up.

“Long story.”  told her kissing Jax’ head.

“Well you can tell us when we get to the institute. We need to go.” She told me as she grabbed my hand I nodded and followed her, stopping quickly to grab my notebook of stories and the photos I kept in Jax’ room. I ran back out and followed Izzy, Jax safe in my arms.

“I found Y/N.” I heard Izzy say, I looked to see she was on the phone. “Yeah, she’s a bit banged up but looks OK.” she yelled ad she pulled me with her.

She pulled me out of the building and into a car. I got in the back, holding Jax in my arms. I heard Izzy yell at the driver to go and she turned to me, looking at Jax who was staring for fall asleep in my arms.

Jax was small, four years old with raven black hair and beautiful brown eyes. Really if you didn’t know any better, you would think he was Alec’ child. Izzy seemed to see that but didn’t say anything, she just sat letting me sit there, singing Jax softly to sleep. I kept my eyes on he window, watching as we drove further and further away from my prison.

The car soon came to a stop outside the institute and Izzy and  climbed out, Jax still sleeping in my arms. I couldn’t help but smile as I walked through the doors of the institute as it had barely changed in the time I had been gone.

“Alec and Jace will be home soon, I’ll take you to your room and you can get yourselves cleaned up. I will grab some of my clothes and I will see if i can find any of Max’ old clothes for Jax.” Izzy told me as we walked down the long hall until we stopped out side a room that once belonged to me.

After a quick thank you to Izzy I placed Jax on the bed where he slept and I jumped in the shower. I walked into the room after to find a pile of clothes on the bed, one for me and a set for Jax. I changed into the clothes and I carefully, with out waking him, changed Jax too so he was out of the dirty clothes he spent a lot of time in. I tucked Jax in the bed and quietly walked out to go to the kitchen where Izzy said she would be.

“Hey” I said, grabbing her attention as she set food down on the table, I looked at her and raised and eyebrow, pointing at the food.

“I didn’t cook it, don’t worry.” She mumbled, sulking as I clapped my had and sat to the table, eating the food. I ate it quickly as I didn’t really get many meals with….no, I don’t want to think about him, he is gone now and I an finally home.

“Slow down tiger, you’re gonna give your self a tummy ache,” I heard some one say, bringing me out of my thoughts. I turned around to see Jace, leaning against the door frame. Without a second thought I ran in to his waiting arms.

“J” I laughed as he hugged me tight.

“(First letter of your name) it’s been a while.” He laughed as he pulled away and took a look at me, “Jesus, Y/N, you look like crap.” he muttered.

I was about to say something back when we were interrupted by someone walking in. I turned to see Alec walking in with Jax in his arms.

“Hey, I found this little guy wondering around the hall, who does he belong to?” Alec asked, he eyes never leaving Jax’ face, who quickly answered Alec’ question by jumping out of his arms and running straight to me. I caught him in my arms and picked him up and balanced him on my hip.

“Mama, I lost you.” he sniffled as he buried his head in my neck. I smiled at him and kissed the top of his head.

“It’s OK baby boy, I’m right here.” I told him softly.

“Wait, you have a kid?” Jace asked, I nodded and looked at the others.

“Yeah” i replied.

“When did that happen?” Alec asked.

“About four years ago.” I answered, smiling down at my son.

“Who’s that dad?” Izzy asked. I looked up at them again and sighed, covering Jax’ ears so he couldn’t hear me.

“Valentine.” I whispered, watching my friends faces shift to both shock and anger. “But I kinda told him It was Alec” I finished looking down again.

“Valentine is his father?” Jace whispered. I nodded and I felt my eyes well up.

“Yeah, you remember James?” I asked then and watched as they all nodded. “Well he was valentine. about a year before I was taken from you guys I started dating him to get over my crush on Al…someone, and I kinda fell for him. It was about nine months into the relationship and he changed, he started hitting me, he made me do thing I didn’t want to do.  A few months later I told him I was pregnant and he go angry and hit me hard, I woke up a while later and I was tide up and James was sat watching me, turned out he had a big secret and he reveled his true self. After that he kept me locked up and only let me care for Jax when I needed to.”

“So James was Valentine all along, Izzy asked. I nodded and cried a little.

"Yeah, he was, well is, horrible. when Jax turned three he started asking who his father was. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that the man who kept his mummy chained up and away from him was his dad and it had been four years since I was taken so I didn’t think I would see you guys again, so I told him his dads name was Alec Lightwood and  he was the greatest man I knew. I continued as I looked down at a now sleeping Jax who had fallen a sleep in my arms.

"I didn’t want him to grow up like Valentine so I gave him the father he deserved.

"Why did you choose Alec?” Jace asked, I looked over at him and Alec and smiled.

“In my defense, I didn’t think I would ever see him again.” I laughed before continuing.“ I had a crush on Alec for most of my life and I guess, Alec was the best person I could ever hope for my son to be like when he grew up.

Alec always put others before himself, he cares for his family and he will do anything for them and I wanted Jax to be just like his "dad” and aunt Izzy.“ I finished, smiling down at my sleeping baby boy.

"So, his name is Jax?” Alec finally spoke, after what seemed like forever. I looked up at him and smiled a sad smile.

“Jackson Alexander Lightwood. Jax for short. Look now I’m free from that monster, I will tell him the truth, I’m sorry.” I told him, tears falling down my face.

“Hey, Y/N, It’s OK.” He whispered as he walked over to my side.

“It’s not like I wouldn’t have done the same thing if I was in your position.” Izzy reassured me as she walked over and stood by her brother. she reached over and stroked his black hair gently, “Besides it would be fun to have a nephew to spoil.” she laughed as she lent down and kissed his head softly.

“Come on Jace, I think we should leave these two to talk.” Izzy instructed as she grabbed Jace shirt and pulled him out of the kitchen, leaving me and Alec alone with a sleeping Jax.

“I should get him to bed.” I told Alec as I stood up and started to walk towards the door.

“Here, I’ll take him.” Alec said as he carefully took Jax from my arms.

“Thanks” I smiled at him as we walked to my room.

“It really is OK you know.” Alec said out of the blue, surprising me a little. I looked up at him confused. “That you gave your son my name and told him I was his dad. ’m willing to play along, until you are ready to tell him other wise, if you want to that is.” he explained.

I was a little shocked by is comment but I smiled up at him. “You don’t need to do that Alec, I appreciate your offer though.” I told him.

“you should know, I missed you, while you were gone. I just about died when I lost you.” He spoke quietly and slowly. “when you first told us about James, my heart shattered into a million pieces. i had missed my chance to tell you how I felt about you.” he shrugged, careful not to wake Jax. “ I tried to find you, I looked for two years but I had to stop looking because the clave said you were likely dead.” He continued.

We stopped outside my room and I let him in so he could put Jax down on my bed. “I will sort him a bed tomorrow, he can have the room next to yours, so he is close by.” Alec declared before he walked out of the room. “Goodnight Y/Y” He said before closing the door, and left. I stood there just starring at the door,

Good night Alec" I whispered before shutting the light of and falling asleep with my son in my arms.

*The Next Morning*

“And this is when your mum and I pranked uncle Jace, he looked so funny.” I heard who I assumed was Izzy. I shifted on my bed and felt for Jax but he wasn’t there, which panicked me a little.

“Yeah, Mama told me.” I heard Jax reply, instantly calming my nerves.

“After that uncle Jace pranked your mama, he turned her hair purple which she kept for a while.” Izzy continued. I sat up to find Jax sitting on Izzy’s lap, on the floor, surrounded by pictures. Izzy turned to look at me and laughed, “Oh that looks like a keeper.” Izzy smiled as she picked up a camera and took a photo of me, bed head and all.

“Me and Mama now?” Jax asked as he stood up and ran over to the bed. I helped him on and he sat in my lap as Izzy toke a photo of us.

“Done” She smiled.

Jax turned to face me  and smiled a big tooth grin, “Morning mama.” He spoke and he kissed my cheek and climbed off of my bed and ran to sit with Izzy.

“Morning buddy. Izzy do you mind if I take a shower, can you watch him?” I asked and I stood and grabbed a towel from my draws.

“Sure, there are some clean clothes there for you and I dug some on max’ clothes out so the should fit Jax.” she smiled handed me a set of clothes. I thanked her and headed in the bathroom where I showered.

I didn’t shower much when I was chained up so it felt so good showering and with hot water too. And using soup and shampoo, I was in heaven.

After I finished showering I dried myself off and I changed into a pair of black skinny jeans a tight red top and a pair of black knee high boots which were given to my by Izzy.

I let my hair fall into it’s natural state before applying a little concealer and foundation that Izzy had found to cover up any cuts, scars and bruises I had on my face and once I had done that I added mascara and a bright red lip stick. I looked on the shelves and found a necklace that belonged to me before I was taken.  picked it up and put it on smiling at the memory.

It was a little silver bow and arrow that Alec had given me for my 16th birthday. that year I had gotten a lot of gifts but my favorites were a cat eye broach I had gotten from my friend Magnas Baine, I silver whip like Izzy’s from Mr and Mrs Lightwood and a tiny silver ring that said sister along the band and a photo frame that said family in red glittery writing, inside the frame was a picture of Jace and Alec, Izzy and I in front, from Izzy,

My 16th birthday was one of my favorite memories. that was the night Alec had stolen a bottle of wine and we snuck up to the roof of the institute and we drank the wine, under the stars and that was where he gave me the necklace. and he kissed me for the first time. He never kissed me again tat night, we both were drinking and we blamed it on the wine.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when there was a knock at my bedroom door on the other side of the door, I heard Izzy say something then call my name. I opened my door to see Izzy holding Jax, who was wearing a pair a black skinny jeans, a black shirt and a red bow tie. along with a pair of black converse. Jace stood by Izzy, poking Jax in the tummy making him laugh and Alec stood by the door watching the two with a huge smile on my face.

“Are you sure you’re only four, you seem older.” Jace questioned Jax who laughed loud.

“Yes and you are 20, auntie Izzy is 20 and Mummy and my Daddy are 24.” Jax stated proudly. I laughed and quickly every ones attention was on me, “Mama.” Jax shouted as he jumped out of Izzys arms and ran towards my waiting arms.

“Jackson Alexander Lightwood, look how handsome and grown up you are.”  gushed, tears filling my eyes as I had never seen him in proper, clean clothes before today.

“Auntie Izzy found them for me.” He smiled before he leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “Who’s that?” He asked pointing over at Alec.

I guess Alec heard because he too looked at me with what looked like wonder in his eyes, waiting for my answer. I looked over at Alec and then back to Jax who starred at me. It was then that I decided I would do anything and everything to keep the truth from him, he thought the world of the man I had told him was his dad and I couldn’t destroy that. So I smiled at Jax and pointed to Alec who smiled and waved.

“That, is Alec Lightwood.” I told him, know that was all I had to say in order for Jax to know who he was. Jax’’ eyes widened and his smile grew bigger.

“That’s him?” His asked me in a whisper. I nodded and smiled as I heard him whisper “He’s real” to himself mostly. He then started to fidget in my arms so I put him down and as soon as his feet hit the floor he was off, running towards Alec who picked him up and balanced him on his hip.

“Hi” Alec said smiling.

“Hi.” Jax replied, it was quiet for a second, Jace, Izzy and I watching the two.

“You’re him, you’re my dad.” Jax whispered and he hugged Alec tight. Alec only nodded, holding on tight to Jax who looked as thought he was never going to let go.

Part 2 coming soon xxxxxxxx

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Can i request a scenario where Jungkook's 3 years old son comes to his parents bedroom cuz he is scared of the storm. What does jungkook have to do then?

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On a stormy night, you and your husband were sleeping peacefully when the door suddenly cracked open.

“Mommy, mommy!” Your 3-year-old son, Joon, cried as he ran into the bedroom.

“Ugh what time is it?” You asked your husband while rubbing your eyes.

Jungkook glanced at the clock with his eyes half-opened.


You sat up and carried Joon onto the bed. “Are you okay, baby?” You asked as you wiped away your son’s tears.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Jungkook said with a mischievous smile on his face. 

You rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at him.

“Not you.”

Joon sniffled and rubbed his nose. “Mommy…”

You stroked your son’s cheek and looked into his eyes.

“Tell Mommy what’s wrong. Did you have a nightmare? Did you see monsters under your bed again?”

Joon shook his head furiously. “No, it’s the…”


Suddenly a roar of thunder was heard within the room. Frightened, your son screamed and jumped into your arms.You hugged him tightly and patted his back gently.

 “Shh…It’s okay. It’s okay, Mommy is here. Mommy is here.”

Jungkook smiled at the heartwarming scene and tapped your shoulder.

“I think I know what could help.”

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A Chance at the Hidden Power. Pt.8

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Warning: Swearing and mentions of sex

Summary: Calum in Y/N body goes on a date and Calum teaches Y/N bass.


I sighed for what was probably the 50th time today, looking at Calum across the room stuffing crisps in his mouth then picking the crumbs out from between his boobs and eating them. He was slouching on the sofa with one leg spread open over the arm rest and the other one stretched out in front of him. He had Michaels shirt on but he had tucked it under his bra because he was ‘getting hotter than hell’ in it, but he didn’t want to go through the effort of taking it off. Basically the way he was sat made me look ridiculously fat and I was starting to grow anxious of what the boys might think if suddenly they came into the room. When Calum stopped eating the Jumbo Bag of Cheetos, he wiped his hands all over the shorts I had just bought then started to squish his belly together then let it go, making it. That was breaking point.

“Calum!” I whined,  hurrying over to him and yanking the shirt out of his bra and pulling it down, making sure it covered his belly. He looked at me as if I was crazy and tried to pull the shirt back up but I kept it pinned to his hips and laid on top of him so he couldn’t move.

“What the fuck are you taking,” Calum mumbled before watching the TV and running his hands through my hair, wrapping his fingers around my short curls. I relaxed on top of him, moving my hands so I could rest my head on them but even that was uncomfortable so I threw my arms over the sofa arm and rested my head on Calums thigh.

It had been a couple of days since Amy’s phone call and the only words she said that played over and over again in my mind were that Calum and I would have to get along. I’m not complaining about that as so far we truly have been getting along but what if suddenly it was too end?

What if i’m always going to be Calum? Always stuck in the body of a famous rock star, but not being able to play the fucking instrument he’s connected with.

I wouldn’t dare giving up his dream. I’d have to learn the ropes of his job and so would he with mine. I kissed then bit Calum’s thigh before standing up abruptly, getting a harsh slap on the back of my thigh from Calum.

“That was rude.” Calum mumbled, rubbing his thigh then looking up at me with a frown and a pout. I nearly cried at the sight but I smiled at him cheekily and winked before grabbing his hands and pulling him to his feet.

“If we’re going to be trapped in each others body we have to learn each others ways,” I said walking up the stairs pulling Calum with me by his hand, he nearly tripped up but grabbed onto my hip to steady himself. I walked into his room and grabbed his bass sitting down on the bed with it in the correct way (see! I’m not that dumb!). Calum raised his eyebrow at me and crossed his arms under his boobs, popping his hip out to the side but I just kept looking at him as if what I was doing was the right thing to do. Which it bloody well was.

“For god sake. How hard can photography be?” Calum said with a roll of his eyes and biting his lip in frustration.

“Well since it took me a whole 3 years to get a diploma, pretty fucking hard-”

“What? Harder than your dick every morning you wake up next to me?” Calum cut me off before doubling over with laughter, snorts coming from him which made me look and sound attractive. Not.

“Let me fucking finish you twat.” I kicked out at him making him yelp out, “First teach me how to play.” Calum’s face lit up at what I said and stopped is temper tantrum before it could get any worse. He sat in front of me on his knees and plucked a few strings, turning the bobby bits probably tuning it. Ever since the boys formed the band I was always fascinated when they, well Michael Luke and Calum, tuned their instruments.

Luke would always do it hunched over in the corner or on the edge of his seat, his eyebrows furrowing together in concentration, groaning and swearing loudly when he tuned it incorrectly. Michael would always sit next to me whilst doing it, making silly jokes about being surprised his fingers even reached the strings but finishing tuning it within a matter of minutes. But Calum would always sit in silence, only the smallest chuckle coming from him whenever someone said something funny. His tongue would peak out the side of his mouth, the deep pink contrasting beautifully with his dark caramel skin.

“Ok so lets get started,” he said plucking a string and looking up at me with a small smile and bright eyes. I nodded and smiled back at him, waiting for him to continue.

“This is the G chord” He let it ring and moved down to the next chord “This is D, A and E. And these are the chords I write most of the songs off.”

“Ok and what do they mean?” I asked him, watching as he retracted his hands away from the bass. He looked at me, questioning where this conversation would go to.

“Well they’re the chords Y/N.”

“And?” I really wasn’t sure what he wanted me to understand but for starts, it wasn’t going well.

“They make different sounds..” Calum said stupidly, giving me a dumbfounded look.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that. I’ve never touched a bass guitar in my life. I haven’t even touched Michaels guitar for crying out loud!” I was getting frustrated and Calum could tell, his eyes wide and his hands up in fake surrender.

“Fine sorry! Let me explain.” He mumbled before gesturing at the bass, “These are the tuning pegs, this is the head, neck body and the bridge. This is nut, fret and finger board. And these switches here are the controls, this one controls volume, this one controls bass tone, this one the treble tone and this one is the balancer. Got it?”

“Kind of.” I shrugged, taping my feet on the ground.

“Ok which song would you like to learn first?” He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face and pulling at his hair slightly.

“Beside you, it’s my favourite.” I spoke grinning at Calum. He looked up at me and smiled, crinkles forming by his eyes.

“You mean that?” He whispered, putting his hands down on my thighs.

“Yeah. It’s one of the best songs you’ve ever wrote.” I said confidently. Calum chuckled before moving my fingers along the fret board.

“It starts of like this, pluck D A D G B E..”

“You know what I can’t fucking do this! Bass is too hard. I can’t feeling my fingers, my head hurts and I think I have a boner.” I panted after two hours of Calum teaching me the chords. Usually I was good at learning quickly, but every time we went from the chorus onwards I kept fucking up.

“Why and how the fuck do you have a boner? Plus, you’re actually doing really well.” Calum beamed up at me a look of confusion still in his eyes when he saw the boner.

“Ok but for today I think I’ve learnt enough and I don’t know.” I shrugged. We stared at it for a little longer before Calum spoke up.

“No, one more time! We’ll just ignore your little problem and sing the song, yeah?”

“NO! God no” I gasped, glaring at Calum.

“What can you not sing? You’re a world rock star.” Calum raised his eyebrows at me, a smirk on his face.

“1. You’re not a 'world’ rockstar 2. No I can’t sing.” I rolled my eyes, pushing Calums face away.

“But you’re in my body and you have my voice so you can,” Calum laughed, slapping my hand away from his face. “You can sing the last bit of it if you want too.”

“O-ok” I said exhaling deeply

“When we both fall asleep underneath the sam-” I stated to sing, but Calum’s laughter cut me off.

“Y/N, you got to play the bass as-well” he laughed “You got to sing and play, aren’t girls supposed to be good at multi-tasking?”

“Yeah but this is hard” I whined, lolling my head back for a minute before looking back at him.

“Start again” He said leaning back and watching me intently.

“When we both fall asleep underneath the same sky, to the beat of our hearts at the same time. So close but so far away.” I stopped playing bass quickly moving my fingers to the next chord and gave Calum a appoagetic look but carried on.

“Can you hear me?” Calum sang awfully and when I looked over at him, he was smiling up at me looking memorised. I laughed softly before singing again.

“She sleeps alone, my heart wants to come home. I wish I was, I wish I was beside you.
She lies awake, I’m trying to find the words to say. I wish I was, I wish I was beside you.”
I locked eyes with Calum who was lip syncing with me, his eyes closed and hands clasped together, pressed to his chest.

“She lies awake.. beside you..I wish I was, I wish I was…
She sleeps alone; my heart wants to come home, I wish I was, I wish I was…”
I finished strumming up and down the bass and smiling in victory at Calum

“Well done,” he clapped. I stood up leaning Calum’s bass against the wall and flopping back down onto the bed. “Even though you skipped a lot of the end but oh well, you still did it!”

“My fingers hurt now,” I whined, ignoring the part about missing some of the song.

“Aww bub,” Calum giggled throwing himself on me and laying on my chest. “They will hurt but I use this cream that makes them more calloused and also the way your fingers move you get used to it, it makes you good at fingering too. That’s why girls love me so much.” He winked at me, drawing patterns on my chest.

I scoffed at him playfully before grabbing his hips and pulling the lower half of his body over my hips, his legs on either side. He smiled at me sweetly, kissing me on the forehead quickly before grabbing a hold of my camera, which was on the bedside table and turned it on.

“So whats your inspiration?” he asked, pointing the camera down at me. I heard of the shutter and saw Calum smile at the screen. Calum rolled off my body to the space next to me, his back against the headboard, sitting on the pillows. I moved over and laid my head in his lap so I could see what he was doing with my camera.

“I find something beautiful and I take a picture of it.” Calum rolled his eyes and gagged, clicking onto the photo gallery scrolling through the photographs.

“Theres a lot of Michael. So you truly do find him beautiful, ay.” Calum asked, his voice a little bit more deflated then before.

“Michael is a beautiful human, not going to lie. Probably one of the most beautiful things ever to grace this planet. But most of the time you ignore me on stage and Luke interacts with the fans and its hard to capture ones of Ashton.” I tried to shrug but I ended up jabbing myself in the face.

“You don’t have any of me.” he said sadly scrolling through the Japan concert photo’s, clearing not listening to what I just said. I rolled my eyes and huffed.

“I tend not to go near you or I delete them after I’ve posted them, in fear you might embarrass me on stage.” I mumbled into his leg but he could still hear me.

“What about this one?” he says showing me the camera, it was the picture of him smiling at the ground, looking absolutely hypnotising as the sun radiated off of him, his curls unruly and sunglasses halfway down his nose.

“I’ve never seen this one., Y/N..” He said almost questioning me. He looked at me for a sign of disgust but all I did was look right back at him. He narrowed his eyes at me before looking back at the photo and smiling.

“I didn’t realise I took it until we got back, but I kept it because you looked.. uh.. You looked something, I just don’t know what.” I lied quickly, not wanting to make his ego any bigger than it was.

“Thanks I guess?” He chuckled, running his hands quickly through my hair, “You’re pretty fucking amazing at photography.”

“Did THE Calum Hood just compliment me!?” I sat bolt up, playfully staring at him in a shocked state. He smiled before it turned into a scowl, quickly looking at the camera and turning it off.

“Yeah well- don’t get fucking used to it.” I sat shocked as his behaviour completely changed, his demeanour becoming hostile and nasty. He jumped away from me and sat at the end of the bed, placing the camera down rather sharply.

“Remember Calum, you have the date tonight which I’m pretty excited for please don’t ruin it.” I spat, “Like you do with most things.” I grabbed my phone and walked out of the room, slamming the door as loud as I possibly could.

*Calum’s POV*

I grabbed a hold the 'ELF - liquid eyeliner’ screwing off the lid and grabbing a hold of the thin brush, wiping off any excess liquid. I had managed to do the foundation and contour baking it just like Y/N had showed me a few hours ago.  Y/N wasn’t here as the boys grabbed a hold of her for a boys night and I was left by myself no matter how hard Y/N protests. She had told me the basics and I remembered how she did her make-up from the party a few days ago. Well apart from eyeliner.

Why do I have to go on a date? Its so gay. I’ve got to sit through a guy, who is probably gonna show his fuckboy side, talking about 'how beautiful I look’ and all those other cheesy pick-up lines. I don’t even know what Y/N saw in this Mason guy. Sure he was tall, had a perfect quiff and bright blue eyes. Almost like a dark haired version of Luke but more punk with tattoos and a nose ring.

I dipped the brush into the black eyeliner practising on my hand the flick. I closed my eye drawing a wing and colouring it in. It looked alright I guessed. I closed the other eye doing exactly the same, apart from a small cock-up. I put down the eyeliner and gave a deep breath looking at myself in the mirror.

I was sat in a red lace pair of underwear and a matching bra which pushed Y/N’s boobs up a lot, making them mouth wateringly delicious. I grabbed the mascara applying it to my lashes and trying not to poke myself in the eye with the brush. I screwed the brush back into the rest of the pot and put it in the make-up bag. I stood up fluttering my eyelashes at the mirror and smiling.

Oh damn! I made Y/N look good. I turned around smacking my own ass giggling as I watched it bounce, then giggling more when I could feel it jiggle as I walked to the other side of the wardrobe.

Y/N had such an amazing body and had an even more amazing ass but I just don’t know why she gets self conscious. However, I swear when I’m back in my own body I’m going to fuck her doggy style and watch her perfect ass bounce off my cock. I miss my cock. I looked down putting my hand down my pants and stroking over my newly shaven vagina. I haven’t yet masturbated, I’ve always wondered what it would be like. Maybe Ill do it when I get back from this stupid fucking date. But it would be even better if I watched Y/N do it to herself when she’s back in this temple she has as a body.

I pulled out Y/N’s little black dress and threw it over. At the front it had some sort of lacy material which went as far down as the middle of my breasts. I untucked my straightened hair from the dress flicking it over my shoulders. I heard a knock on the door and looked at the time, it was 7pm and he was here. Great time to put on Y/N’s heels, which hurt my feet so much. I put them on grabbing my bag and Y/N’s white cardigan.

I opened the door and Mason was stood there in a black shirt and blazer with very tight skinny jeans. The shirt was rolled up over his elbows showing off his tattoo’s. He had a black nose ring in and his hair was in a quiff, curls escaping around his neck though. I must admit, if I were born a girl I’d let Mason fuck me but there was something about him I didn’t like.

“Hey,” I said smiling as best as I could at him even though right now he was making me want to crawl back in my bed and call Y/N to come home.

“Wow, you’re-you breath taking..” He stuttered, his eyes straight straight at my chest.

“Jesus fuck,” I sighed rolling my eyes, letting the fake smile I had on fall.

“What? Please tell me you know how good you look right now.” Mason said, moving out my way as I closed and locked the front door.

“I always look good.” I smirked running my hands over Y/N’s incredible body, staring straight at Mason as I licked my lips.

“C'mon then, lets g-go..” Mason stuttered, following me like a lost puppy to his own car.

We had gotten to the fancy restaurant and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I’d never taken anyone on a date, usually it would just be a one night stand. Also I’m not even classing this as a date, Im classing this as getting information, seeing if Mason was a fuckboy and free food. The overly uptight waitress took us to our table and we sat down and she handed us the menus.

“So tell me about yourself.” Mason said placing his menu down and smiling at me, taking a sip from the fresh water that was already on the table.

“I’m a world famous bassist and I’ve been on a lot of magazine covers along with touring with one direction” I said bashfully, Mason snorted wiping his eyes.

“Y/N you are funny, but really what do you do?” Fuck.

“Oh-h” I coughed “I love taking photos. Well i’m touring with my brothers band doing their photography and putting them online.” I smoothly recovered. “I’m also basically in charge of two out of four of them as well.”

“Oh, how cute.” He said, not sounding bothered. “What do you take pictures of?” I looked at him dumbfounded but he was staring at my tits, which is why he didn’t listen. I thought of all the things to say before I remembered what Y/N said earlier today.

“I take photos of beautiful things; things that inspire me.” I spoke, drinking some of my water.

“Oh sweet, so you take a lot of selfies.” He flirted with a wink, so I gave him a sarcastic laugh at how cheesy he was being and looked back down at the menu. The rest of the night went on like this and I was getting so freaked out about it I couldn’t finish my food. However to be polite I still went home with him, much to my gut feeling of something being of I did it for Y/N.

Once we’d gotten back to Mason’s house, I didn’t really think that much of it. It’s the first date and if he really was portraying himself as a gentleman then its not like he’s going to come onto me that fast. I put Y/N purse down on the counter top and looked around. It was a nice small flat and had a large TV with X-box in the middle.

“Do you have Fifa?” I asked

“Yeah, but you’re a girl.” Mason scoffed.

“Don’t underestimate me.” I smiled. Mason laughed walking over to the xbox and turning it on. He handed me a controller setting up the teams and the players. I sat down onto his lime green sofa, still wearing these heels but I’ve gotten used to them. I leant back as Mason joined me on the sofa.

“Ready to get your ass beat?”

“By you? Not a chance” He giggled. I just smiled, since I was in Y/N’s body I hadn’t had the chance to actually play fifa and when I play against the boys its to easy.

“Game on babe.”

We had managed to get through 2 whole games and I had won both of them laughing at Mason because for a dude he’s really shit at Fifa. I stood up going over to the kitchen and grabbing a beer doing my magic trick with the bottles. I heard a gasp come from behind me and Mason was smirking. ,

“I know this is super inappropriate from the first date, but fuck you’re so fucking sexy. Wearing this dress and you’re beautiful body and beating me at Fifa, like fuck Y/N.” Mason groaned walking up to me. He got super close pushing me up against the counter, running his hand over my legs and under the dress rubbing circles. I tried pushing him away but he gripped onto tighter and it was starting to scare me.

“I know you’re attracted to me Y/N.” he moaned pushing his crotch into me. WHOA NO. I used all my strength to push him off me before grabbing my purse and running out of his house making sure to slam the door. I ran as far as I could in these heels, stopping in a park. I sighed deeply before running my hands through my hair. Where the fuck was I? This was the worst part of touring, I had no idea where to go. The only thing I knew what to do was call Y/N.

*Y/N’s POV*

I laughed at something Michael said as we sat at the bowling ally. Luke grabbed a hold of the green bowling ball slotting his fingers into the hole and walking towards the lane. I looked at the time it was coming 11pm and that means the date with Mason for sure was over by now. I’m just hoping things went smoothly. Knowing Calum he probably sassed him too much and went home to sleep and eat.

When it was my turn I stood up and went to grab a ball but stopped as my phone started vibrating in my pocket. Caller ID Calum. I excused myself from the boys, saying that one of them could take my go and walked over to the bar. I picked up the phone pushing it straight to my ear.

“How’d it go? Is Mason a good guy? Isn’t he just so dreamy..what did you talk about? Did you make me look good?” I asked quickly, anxious to find out.

“Y/N,” I heard a whimper then a sob, I immediately tensed up, my fists clenching.

“Calum, are you ok?” I asked sternly.

“Please come get me.. I don’t know where I am and I’m actually really scared. Mason came on to me and I didn’t know what to do. I t-tried pushing him away but h-” He burst out crying, not being able to finish his sentence.

“Calum where are you?” I spoke softly in to the phone.

“I have no idea, I’m near a park and a restaurant called Bills burgers.” He hiccupped.

“I know where you are, we’re literally 5 minutes away, I’ll come get you Cal stay put,” I hung up the phone and started walking back over to the boys. Ashton was sipping on his coke and Luke was re-tying his bowling shoes.

“Whats up, everything ok?” Ashton asked, looking at me expectantly.

“Yeah, Y/N needs picking up I don’t think the date went well…” I scratched the back of my neck.

“And she called you?” Michael asked looking at me suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.

“Yeah, so I’m going to go pick her up.” I shrugged, sitting down and taking off my bowling shoes and replacing them with my trainers.

“Wait she called you” Luke looked dumbfounded, looking at me as if i were crazy. I nodded and looked at them all with a 'jesus calm down guys’ type of look.

“I’m coming with you then.” Michael said sitting down and going to take off his shoes.

“No Michael, I’ll go by myself.” I said sternly, looking down at him.

“What so you can try kill her again?” He snarled, jumping to his feet and getting in my face.

“Michael..” I whispered “I’m so fucking sorry for doing that you know I am, but Y/N and I have gotten closer and I just want to go get her by myself, to make sure she’s okay. Please trust me as all I’m going to do is pick her up and take her home.” Ashton nodded at Michael, who then sat back down into the chair glaring at me. I never knew how much Michael actually wanted to protect me. He was such an amazing human and I miss him so much just looking at him. I turned around walking out the double doors and towards my car, quickly getting in and sticking the key into the ignition and listening to the car come to life. I reversed out of the car park and drove down the road. I knew exactly where Calum was; it was where Ashton first took me on our first day in LA when we were hungry but to lazy too cook. I drove slowly down the LA streets that were  filled with creepy old men and a prostitutes.

I turned the corner where Bills burgers were and saw the park. I parked the car on the curb and got out, locking the doors. I then entered the park, instantly spotting that Calum was swinging on one of the cherry red sings, but as it was night it almost looked grey. As I got closer I heard the squeaking of the swing and Calum’s light sobs. I walked over the grass making a almost crunching sound as I climbed over the cold metal gate and over to the swings.

“Hey Cal,” I whispered trying not to startle Cal, he jumped up from the swings as if he was scared but saw it was me and ran into my arms, hugging him tightly.

“Y/N, I can’t do this anymore, I want my body back..” Calum sobbed into my chest, his cries getting louder and more heart breaking. I kissed the top of his head and held him tightly.

“I know Cal, I know” I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, quickly grabbing his phine and bag before making our way to the car, Calum looking up at me with glossy eyes and his head resting against my shoulder.

“I’m exhausted Y/N,” Calum mumbled so I picked him up bridal style, his arms wrapping around my neck and his face pressing against my shoulder. I carefully walked to the car, pressing the unlock button and opening the passenger door for Calum. I set calum down in the seat doing his seat belt for him, then taking off my jacket and laying it over his body. I closed the door and jogged to the other side of he car, spotting a few people poiting and staring at us. I glared at them before getting in and turning the car on again.

“How long do you think this will last?” Calum asked weakly from the passenger seat, his hand on my thigh.

“I have no idea, it could be another week, a month, a year or this could last forever…who knows” I replied, letting my hand interlace with his then driving back to the house. The place that we could truly be together without stress and anxiety of people being able to see us. Just me, Calum and our neediness.

Limelight Part Two ~ Harry Styles Smut

Part One


The second we step foot into his hotel room he is pawing at me like a damn kitten. His kisses are rough, the alcohol now consuming his, what were, loving actions. His tongue presses against mine, slowly licking while his fingers fumble to remove my dress. “Harry,” I breathe, and almost plead, at the same time.

Notalking…” His words come out in a string of growls as he tosses the expensive material to the floor. His mostly tattooed arm swiftly picks me up and I have to wrap myself around him to make sure I’m secure, even though I know I am when I’m with him. I try to throw all the embellished thoughts of Harry and I to the side, ones like he and I making love instead of…this. His chapped lips make a sloppy trail down my neck as he carries my barely covered body over to the bed. I expect him to do what any man does in this state, throw me down on the bed and fuck me like crazy, but not him. He slowly lays me down, his brain now catching up with his heart and he calms his motions down. His breathing is still ragged, his fingers still trembling as he tries to keep calm and focus on me. His tongue laps at my burning hot skin as his fingers slowly make their way down the valley of my breasts, over my stomach, and straight into my panties. My eyes go wide at the feeling of his calloused fingers against me. The sensation is unbearable, and almost hard to fight off as I listen to the sweet nothings being whispered into my ear. My heart leaps with excitement that my boy is now here, that even though this is the most intimate thing we’ve done, and that he’s drunk, I’m still excited. I’m still hoping, praying that this boy will wake up tomorrow and see what he needs.

“Oh Harry,” I moan, my toes curling and my eyes rolling back. His eyes trail down my body as one of his long fingers slowly slip inside of me.

“God you are so beautiful.” He keeps his focus on me, his eyes still darkened as the lust flows through his veins. “I’ve waited too damn long for this…”

I try to keep all of my thoughts on the pleasure building up within me, but with that last sentence of his making twenty plus laps through my thoughts, it’s hard to stay focused.

My back arches and my fingers dig deep into the sheets as he curls his finger, pressing right against my g-spot. I let out a long, loud moan and he continues to rub and thrust his finger right against that same spot. Soft pants of profanities and his name come out as I grow closer and closer to my climax. “Such a good girl, baby…” he breathes. Our eyes connect for a brief moment before he crashes his lips onto mine, forcing my mind to draw complete blanks of everything else but him and this moment right now. Slowly, he brings me to my high, my walls clenching tightly around his fingers as I cry out his name in a tremendous amount of pleasure.

I watch his fingers slowly slip in between his beautiful pink lips and he sucks my juices right off his fingers, moaning in the process. My heart races as my gaze connects with his, his eyes hooded and emerald green eyes now darkened. He slowly crawls on top of me, his lips attaching to my neck as he slowly slides inside of me. I gasp at his size, it’s beyond anything that’s been inside of me before.

His pace is slow-sweet, even. It’s like instead of a one night stand, to him I’m something much more. Our soft moans are shared through a passionate kiss that never stops as he proceeds to make love to me. “I love you,” he breathes. Within that moment my heart shattered into little tiny pieces. Did he mean it? Or was I just thinking it all?

Going along with what my heart felt, how I truly felt about him, I simply whispered the three words back to him. He continued to rock his hips harder against mine, pressing right against my g-spot every time and making me cry out in immense pleasure. He would pant my name as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Soft, sweet nothings were exchanged and his fingers slowly intertwined with mine, making this moment perfect. I clenched tightly onto him, my legs wrapping around his waist and my fingers squeezing his own as I reached my high. He slowly followed suite, groaning my name as he released inside of me.

I watched his large figure plop down next to mine. His chest rises and falls rapidly but he still attempts to capture his breath. “Wow,” he breathes. His beautiful eyes connect with mine and I feel as if I’m in a romance novel as he pulls me to cuddle into him. My eyes slowly flutter shut and I feel his eyes still on me as he sings me softly to sleep, where I dream of Harry and I, together at last.


I always end up falling asleep on our couch in the living room. I have a beautiful bedroom but the living room feels so much warmer, as if I wouldn’t fall asleep on my own. It’s like this room is alive and softly sings me to sleep.

Real (Dean x Reader)

It was obvious that Dean’s greatest wish was to have a family and a normal life, and he had had that. With Lisa and Ben.

A/N: Haha, I answered this on my phone, forgetting to screenshot it first so now you’ve got a fancy white background. ;D Clearly, I listened to ‘Hey, Jude’ the whole time I was writing. I normally don’t do songfics because I hate when the lyrics interrupt the actual story but it had to be done!! Hope this was how you pictured it! Also, sorry if you like liquorice.

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#80 He Finds You Crying

Calum: His POV

My phone buzzed in my pocket as I sat in the studio with Michael. I got a message from Luke. ‘You need to come to Y/N’s ASAP.’ I wondered what was going on. 

I told Michael that I had to leave, I rushed to Y/N’s house. I found Luke and Ashton outside her door, they heads ducked. I began to worry. “What’s going on? Is Y/N okay?” I asked panicked. “She really needs you.” Ashton said sadness in his eyes. “She uh… She went to the doctor today and they diagnosed her with clinical depression.” Ashton explained, my mouth dropped. “Oh my god. I’ll see you guys later.” I said rushing to the door. “Bye Cal.” They said leaving to their cars. I ran inside her house, I heard loud sobs coming from her room. 

“Y/N sweetheart.” I said knocking on her door. “Come in.” She said softly. I found her curled up on her bed, her tiny frame shaking with tears. I sat on the edge of her bed, she moved to get closer to me. I just wanted to hold her tight and make her forget about everything bad. “Calum. I don’t want to do it anymore.” She whimpered, my heart shattered into a million pieces. “What? What don’t you want to do anymore?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “I want it all to end, but you’re the only thing keeping me alive.” She said softly, I moved to sit against the headboard, I pulled her small body onto my lap. “Baby I will help you through this. I don’t want you to leave me, you deserve to be happy and I will do anything to make that happen.” I whispered, stroking her head. She whimpered into my chest, her hands clutching at the fabric of my t-shirt. “I love you Calum.” She whispered, I kissed the top of her head. “I love you too.” I whispered back, I held her sobbing frame for ages. I hoped that she would get through this. 

Ashton: Your POV

I walked through the hallways getting to my locker wanting to get home. “Hey ugly. Going home to your fake boyfriend!” A girl yelled, tears pricked in my eyes. I ignored her remarks, “hey troll face. I was talking to you.” She said coming up to me. I rolled my eyes getting my stuff. My phone buzzed in my pocket, I ignored the girl as I checker the message. 'Ash is picking you up tonight.’ I grinned from ear to ear. “Who is Ash?!” The girl asked, I shook my head. “No on you want to know.” I said my smile fading. 

I walked out to the car park seeing Ash’s car. I ran out to his car, he smiled at me when he saw me. “Hey beautiful. I’ve missed you.” Ashton said hugging me and kissing me. I giggled into his neck, he squeezed my side. 


The girl at school continued to torment me all night with messages, it was all getting too much. Ashton had left me alone so I could do homework. Tears streamed down my cheeks, I went and stood at my mirror. I looked at myself and I knew she was right. “I’m so ugly.” I said to my reflection. “What did you just say?” Ashton’s voice made me jump, he shook his head. He wrapped his arms around me. “Don’t cry and don’t ever say that you are ugly ever again.” He whispered his chin resting on my shoulder. Tears still fell, I turned around in his arms. I pressed my face to his chest, he kissed the top of my head. “You are so beautiful and anyone who tells you different is jealous.” He said softly, I whimpered against his chest. “I love you forget about them.” He whispered kissing the top of my head.

Luke: Your POV

I sat at my desk, staring at my homework and assignments. Everything was piling up, I was so stressed. Mum and dad had gone to bed, I thought about calling my boyfriend Luke but he was on the other side of the world touring with his band. 

I went to the kitchen to get something to drink and eat to keep me awake, I came back to my room. All of my work staring back at me … Wow fatigue was really getting to me. I sat at my desk staring at my work, before I could even stop it tears began falling. It seemed like such a petty thing to cry over but I couldn’t handle it. And with Luke gone things were even harder. I folded my arms on my desk resting my chin on my forearms while I cried. 

A while later I heard a tapping at my window, I turned to see… No it couldn’t be. Luke. I opened the window quickly letting him in. “I’ve missed you so much.” He whispered as he enveloped me in a tight hug. “Why are you crying?” He asked softly pulling back, I shrugged. “School. I have so much homework and fifty thousand assignments and I am just so stressed by all of it. I just want it to stop.” I ranted more tears falling, Luke hugged me tightly, "I can help if you want.“ He said, I smiled. "No, I want to just be with you.” I said softly, he grinned. “Alright, come on. Into bed.” He said pulling back my covers, and flicking his head towards the bed. I crawled into bed, he followed behind. Tears were still rolling down my cheeks, Luke’s thumbs swiped over my cheeks. “Forget about everything else for a while, it’s just you and me.” He whispered before he began to softly sing Disconnected in my ear eventually lulling me to sleep. 

Michael: His POV

Y/N’s mum had called me a few days ago to tell me that she wasn’t coping with the distance and me being away from her all the time. I couldn’t end things with her she was my everything. She was so precious to me and I couldn’t lose her so I did the only thing I thought would help and that was to go see her while I had a week off.

Y/N’s mum picked me up from the airport, and hadn’t told Y/N that I was coming to visit her. I was glad that the drive was only short from the airport to Y/N’s house.

Before we went into the house, Y/N’s mum stopped me. “She might be a little distraught.” She said, I nodded understanding.

I went into Y/N’s room hearing her crying, she was talking to someone. “I miss him so much, I just want him to be here.” She said, I didn’t want to scare her so I just sat on her bed beside her. She turned to me ready to tell me off, when she almost dropped her phone. “Y/B/F/N I’m going to have to talk to you later.” She said hanging up her phone. “MICHAEL! What are you doing here?” She exclaimed, I smiled. “I heard that you weren’t doing so well with the distance and I wanted to see you and make you feel better.” I said as she wrapped her arms around me tight. Tears streamed down her pink cheeks, she looked me in the eyes. I wiped her tears away. “Don’t cry beautiful, I’m here now.” I whispered kissing her cheeks and then her lips. “I’ve missed you so much Michael.” She cried softly, I smiled pulling her close to me. “Well you’re not going to be missing me anymore. I’m right here and you’re coming back with me.” I said happily, she smiled kissing me passionately. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I chuckled against her lips, she giggled and kissed me again. I slept over that night and stayed with Y/N catching up on everything. 

A/N: Hope you like it!!!! Sorry that I keep randomly skipping days :/ school has been getting stressful :( I’m trying my best.  

~ Lucy xx

anonymous asked:

Could I have a scenario for the lovely alien V comforting you with your period cramps? ^.^

     You rolled over in your bed and groaned as you glanced at the clock. Your cramps had officially kept you awake until 4am. “I hate life.” You grumbled aloud. “Taehyung~!” You drawled out your boyfriend’s name.

     “What?” Came the delayed, slightly annoyed-sounding response.

     You knew you were annoying, but you were in pain, dammit! “Will you come in here?” You called.

     There was a muffled response and then the familiar shuffling of Taehyung’s feet. He appeared in the doorway looking vaguely delicious in a tank top and his underwear. Normally, you would have called him to bed, but not today. “What?” He said in the same tone as before.

     You smiled at your boyfriend. “Come here.” You said sweetly, patting the space next to you.

     He rolled his warm brown eyes. “Earlier you kicked me out of the bed saying you needed space to cramp. Now you want me?” He said, but he got on the bed anyway. Taehyung leaned back against the headboard and you cuddled up next to him, placing your head on his chest.

     “I’m sorry I’m crampy.” You said.

     Taehyung sighed. “I don’t really think that’s anything you need to be sorry for.” He said, stroking his finger through your hair. You loved it when he played with your hair. It could make even the worst pain fly away.

     “I know, but I’m sorry anyway.” You repeated, walking your two fingers up and down Taehyung’s chest. You could feel his slight muscles under his shirt.

     “That tickles.” He complained, rolling you over onto your stomach.

     “Will you give me a massage, baby?” You asked cutely. “My back is killing me.”

    Taehyung blinked at you. “You’re incredible, you know that?” He crawled on top of you and sat on your thighs. He began kneading his fingers into your shoulders and your back. It felt amazing. “You think other boyfriends do this for their girlfriends on their periods?” He asked.

     “Probably not.” You said, smiling at him. “And that’s why I’m not dating them. You’re perfect for me.”

     “Oh, right. Of course. You only say these things now.” He chided, giving your butt a light pinch.

     You flinched. “Yah~!” You whined. “Be nice to me. My body is killing the eggs of our unborn children right now.”

     Your boyfriend openly blanched. “Oh ew, babe.” He said, crawling off of you. You pouted and he opened his arms for you to cuddle with him. Once you settled in his arms, he kissed the top of your head. “I love you.” He whispered.

     “Even when I’m crampy?” You asked.

     He grinned. “Especially when you’re crampy.” He said, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “But I love you even more when you’re not.”

     You laughed. “I love myself more then too.” You admitted, snuggling up closer to him. “Sing me to sleep.” You demanded softly. Without answering, Taehyung began humming lightly in that loveable low tone and soon you were able to get a good night’s sleep.  


Hope this helps you with your cramps! <3