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“Family” Part One, Norman Reedus x Reader

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Norman Reedus x Daughter Reader

Request from Anon: Hi can you write an imagine where the reader is normans daughter & he shows up at her house one day after being absent all her life, & shes all pissed off but he convinces her to visit him for a while & people go wild following her around and stuff

Warnings: Swearing

a/n: Yay my first request! Hope you like it and it’s what you were hoping for! The request was too much to put into one so I’ll post part two soon!

Originally posted by reedusnorman

I was walking home from school with my friend, Anna. We had gotten out of soccer practice late, which meant her mom couldn’t pick us up before her night shift at the hospital.

“That was one hell of a practice, I am beat. I’m probably going to pass out once I get home.” I say, looking around and seeing the amount of traffic in New York.

“You promised me you would start watching The Walking Dead tonight!” She whined.

“Maybe tomorrow.” I lied. Anna has been obsessed with that TV show since the minute it aired on television, and now that it was on Netflix, she was begging me to start it. I told her I would just to shut her up, with no real intentions of ever actually watching it. All I know about it is that there’s some attractive man named Rick who’s the main character and they kill zombies.

Zombies were so not my thing.

“Promise me, Y/N.”

“I will, now leave me alone about that stupid show.” I roll my eyes, walking up to my apartment building. “I’ll see you on Monday, alright?”

“See you! Can’t wait to hear what you think about it!”

She walked away, leaving me to walk up to your apartment by myself. I grab my keys from my bag and walk inside, immediately dumping my soccer bag and backpack on the door. I take off my shoes at the door as well, since my mom has a “no shoes in the house rule”, which is stupid. Our place isn’t even clean- it’s never clean. Our apartment is a mess. My mom works two jobs which means she’s never at the house, and I’m always either at school or soccer. We don’t have time for much else, and on that off chance, we’d rather spend it relaxing.

I see my mom’s room light off, meaning she is still at work. I sigh, knowing how hard she works for us to make it here. She’s raising me, a teenage girl, all by herself since my dad bailed on us when I was a baby. Well, I call it bailing. She still defends him to this day, saying that he is “just a busy man.” A busy man who never happens to drop by and meet me, or even introduce himself. I don’t even know his name. My mother refuses to talk about it, but I know she’s still in love with him. He must have been a hell of a guy to leave my mother in a trance like that.

I walk to my room, grabbing a towel before rinsing off in the shower. The only thing I hate about sports is that it makes you stink and sweat.

As I’m washing my hair, I hear the front door open. My mother is talking to someone, but I don’t think much of it. She’s probably on the phone with someone. I finish up and dry off, wrapping a towel around my body.

I open the bathroom door, noticing she is standing there with a man. He looks at me odd, almost a look of sadness. I wrap my towel around me tighter, blushing, and I run quickly to my room. I got dressed in pajamas, but didn’t dare leave my room. God no, not after I just walked out in a towel in front of who I presume to be her hookup of the night.

I turn on my TV and sink underneath the covers, embarrassed and tired. I hear my mom and the mystery man talking in the living room. It sounded like they were trying to whisper to each other, but it came out more as a quiet shout. I was about to turn the TV to a louder volume before I heard a knock on my door.

“Come in.”

My mom appears in the doorway, giving me a slight smile.

“Do you mind coming out here for a minute?” She asked. “I have someone I want you to meet.” I look at her confused, why would she want me to meet one of her one night stands? Maybe it’s more serious than I thought.

I get up out of bed, following her into the living area where the man is sitting on the couch. He’s dressed like a biker, wearing black jeans and a leather jacket along with a black hat. His hair is dark and long. Something about him looks familiar, like I’ve seen him before, but I can’t quite figure it out.

“Um, hi.” He looks nervous. I don’t know what for- I’m wearing pajamas with pugs on them for god’s sake. I’m not a scary girl.

“Hi.” I say back calmly, still trying to figure out what I’m doing meeting this man.

“Y/N, this is Norman. He’s, um… He’s your father.” My mom takes a seat next to him.

“Cool, can I go back to my room now?” I say blankly. ‘Don’t act like you care. Don’t act like you care.’ I think to myself. I’m not quite sure why this is my first thought and action to learning this man, Norman, was my father. A form of self-preservation, I suppose.

“Y/N…” She looks shocked. Norman, or as I guess I should now refer to him as Dad, looks like the most vulnerable man on earth in that moment.

“I mean, it’s cool and all that you’re showing up my life now, but you’re a bit too late. Should’ve showed up when I was five, then maybe I’d have welcomed you with open arms.” I say, shrugging. “I’ve gone seventeen years without you, and so has my mom. We’ve done fine without you. We don’t really need you now. But, again, thanks for the visit. Cool to finally see what you look like.”

Neither of them say anything as I shut myself back into my room. Tears fall down my face the moment I’m alone, leaving me to cry into my pillow to cancel out the sounds.

“God, you just stood there saying nothing, Norman! What the hell!” I hear my mom yell.

“What did she mean when she said ‘cool to finally see what you look like?’ ” Norman asked in a questioning tone. This caught my attention. My mom stayed silent. “Why did she act like she had never even heard of me?”

“I didn’t tell her. It was for her own good, Norman.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! I’ve been telling you for YEARS that I wanted to meet her, that I wanted to take her do cool things, and you always said she was busy or didn’t want to. You never mentioned the fact that she didn’t know I fucking existed! It takes me showing up randomly!”

My stomach feels like it’s going to fall out of me. I feel like I’m going to throw up- no, pass out, even. I’ve gone this entire time thinking that he wanted nothing to do with me. I have spent so much time hating this man, who I thought hated me, for what? To find out that everything that I thought about him wasn’t true?

I open the door slowly, really feeling like I might pass out. He’s pacing around the floor, and my mom is still on the couch.

“I changed my mind about wanting to talk.” I say quietly.

“We have so much to discuss.” My mom begins.

“Actually, mom, do you mind if him and I talk? Privately?” I look over at him, and he nods.

“Oh.” She frowns, but doesn’t say anything more.

“Let’s go get coffee or somethin’, kiddo.” Norman asks.

“It’s six in the evening and I’m in my pajamas.” I frown. “But, I can change if you really want to.”


I change quickly, and take a deep breath as I look at myself in the mirror. This was not how I imagined my night going in the slightest.

“Okay, I’m ready.” He opened the door for me as I walked out.

“So, Y/N, I know this is weird for you.” Norman says. “But honestly, I didn’t know you didn’t know about me. That was a real fucking wake up call for me today.”

“It’s fine.” I lied.

“Not really.” He sighed. The warm breeze of summer air hits me in the face, instantly relaxing me.

“If you’re willing to try, I am, too. Just don’t expect for me to start calling you dad.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because I call my boyfriend that.” I tried to make a joke, but his face fell flat. “Sorry, I make really bad jokes when I’m nervous.” I quickly explained myself.

“That’s definitely something you got from me.” He laughs.


“Norman!” A girl screams from the street.

The coffee was good, we chatted about ourselves. Well, mostly he asking me questions about myself. I didn’t get to ask him much, he seemed so interested in my life. I could see people staring at him, and even saw someone snap a photo of him. I thought that was weird but my dad didn’t seem to notice or care, so I didn’t bring it up.

“Norman!” The girl yells again, running towards us.

Suddenly, a group of people were surrounding us. I squeezed through the crowd, trying to get away. When I looked back, my dad was in the center of the people, everyone reaching out for him. He noticed me staring at him with wide eyes, and he excused himself as he pushed past the crowd.

“Grab a taxi!” He mouthed. I signaled down a taxi, one almost immediately pulling over. I opened the car door, getting inside as my dad followed.

“What the hell was that?” I looked at him frantically.

“Yeah, about that…”

“What are you, famous or something?” I ask, laughing but being entirely serious.

“You could say that.” He shrugged.

“Who are you?”

“You ever seen The Walking Dead, kid?”


anonymous asked:

Love the 2min parents au! How are Kibum's teen years like? And how does he get a lot of attention for being the child of a famous soccer player?

“Will Papa hate me if I don’t wanna play soccer anymore?” Kibum asked Taemin one day when he was thirteen. Taemin looked up from where he was packing Kibum’s school lunch and frowned at him.

“Papa would never hate you,” Taemin assured him, “especially not for something like that. Papa and I will always love you no matter what.”

Kibum only shrugged where he was sitting at the kitchen table, twirling his spoon around in his half-eaten bowl of cereal. Speaking of soccer, though, Kibum had practice after school, and Taemin needed to make sure he packed an extra snack for him to eat after school. 

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“Why in the world would we need that much cereal?” Calum stood beside the cart, boxes filling his arms as he leaned over to dump them into the basket.  “I mean, seriously, there’s ten boxes of corn flakes.  I don’t even like corn flakes!”

Calum scrunched up his face, giving me a questioning look.  “Who doesn’t like corn flakes?  They’re the breakfast of champions.”

“That’s Wheaties, you dumbass.”

“Whatever,” Calum stated, waving his hand at me.  “They’re on sale ten for ten bucks, so I grabbed ten.”

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“Nah, I’ll just invite the boys over.  It will be gone in a few hours tops.”

“Oh, can you please?  You know how much I love picking up after you four goons.”  Pushing off with my foot, I rolled away from Cal, the cart carrying me down the aisle.

Jogging to catch up with me, Cal watched as I put a few loaves of bread into the upper part of the cart. “Who are you kidding?  You love us, and you and Michael can sit and make googly eyes with each other.”

“Oh. My. God!  For the love of pete!  Michael and I do not like each other like that!” I snapped at Cal.

“Damn, someone’s on her period.”

“One, that’s offensive.  Two, I’m just sick of you bringing up shit about me and Mikey.  We kissed one time.  It was weird and awkward and we both agreed never to speak of it again.  So seriously, let it go.”

Holding out his hands in front of him defensively, Calum took a few steps back.  “Ok, sorry.  Fuck, I’ll stop.  But seriously, what crawled up your ass.  I haven’t seen you this uptight since you broke up with Jack.”

“For the tenth time, his name was Jace.”

“Jack, Jace, same difference.  He was still an asshole.”  Calum started unloading the groceries onto the moving belt, while I dug through my purse for my debit card.

Looking at my roommate, I let out a sigh.  “I’m sorry I’m acting like such a bitch.  I just have a lot on my mind and I’m overwhelmed.”  Swiping my card, I paid for the groceries, thanking the clerk as I took my receipt.  Cal pushed the card through the automatic doors, and out into the parking lot.

Glancing at me, he unlocked the trunk and started filling it with bags.  “You know you can always talk to me right?  You’re my best friend.  You don’t have to hide from me.  I probably know you better than anyone on this planet.  And I hate seeing you let your anxiety get the best of you.”

“Thanks,” I said, my voice cracking as I tried to hold back tears that threatened to escape.  “It’s just the stress of finals and I’m worrying over summer classes.”

“You promise that’s all it is?  You’re not lying to me just to make me feel better?”

“Yes, that’s all it is, I promise.”

Cal gave me a quick hug before climbing into the driver’s seat and starting the car.  I slid into the passenger seat and rested my head on the window, staying quiet the rest of the way home.


Later that afternoon, I laid on my bed, the occasional shout from one of the boys drifting up the staircase.  I had faked a migraine not long after Calum and I had gotten home from the grocery store, too ashamed to even look him in the eye.  I had lied to my best friend, and then, to top it off, promised him I was telling the truth.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I muttered as I used my fist to try and fluff my pillow.  Closing my eyes, I flopped back, staring at the ceiling.  The thing was, I wanted to tell Calum the truth, but the parking lot of the local Save-N-Serve wasn’t the place to blurt out that I was in love with him.

At first, I had thought maybe it was just a phase.  I had just broken up with Jace, and Calum was always there to say the right thing, and hold me close when the tears wouldn’t stop.  But that was six months ago, and my feelings had only intensified.  I had even tried going on a few dates with other men, hoping that they’d distract me from my feelings, but I ended up spending the entire time comparing each one of them to Calum. 

The worst though was last week.  I stood in the kitchen, drinking my coffee, when Calum walked in, the girl he had brought home from whatever party he had attended the night before trailing behind him.

“Mornin’ Buttercup.  Thank God you made coffee,” Calum said, pulling two more mugs from the cabinet.  “I don’t think you’ve met Kaci.”

“It’s Cassie.” The petite blonde said from her perch on the counter.

I fumbled with my coffee cup, nearly dropping it on the ground, my chest tightening with jealousy.  “Umm, yeah, hi.  Actually, you were in my Modern History class this past semester.  You sat two seats over from me,” I said, inching my way out of the kitchen.  “Hey Cal, I just remembered I need to mail something at the post office, so I’m going to go.”

“Right now?” he questioned, as I fumbled to get my Converse on my feet before grabbing my keys and opening the door.

“Yeah, I, um, need to send it Express and there’s a cut off so yep, gotta go!  Bye!”  I stumbled out the door, closing it quickly behind me.  It wasn’t until I was half way to my car that I realized I was still wearing my Care Bear pajamas.

Blinking, I cringed at the memory, remembering the look on Calum’s face as I closed the door.  Flipping over, I buried my face in my pillow.  “FUCK!” I shouted, the thick down muffling the sound.  I was interrupted from my melee by a quiet knock on my bedroom door.

“Come in,” I said, struggling to sit up and make my hair look presentable at the same time.  My bedroom door opened a few inches and Michael’s head poked through.

“We’re ordering a pizza.  You want any?” he asked, coming into the room and shutting the door behind him.  I patted the space beside me, inviting him to sit down.  I leaned my head on his shoulder, a quiet hey falling from my lips.  Aside from Calum, I was always closest to Michael.  We had a mutual bond over comic books and video games, and we had clicked as friends from the very first time Cal had introduced us.

“How’s your head?”

I let out a groan, tilting my head to look at him.  “If I tell you a secret, will you promise not to say something stupid?”

“Well, I won’t make any guarantees, but I’ll try.”

“I’ll take it.”  I scooted up the bed, my back pressed against the headboard.  I let out a long breath, shook out my hands, and looked Michael in the eye.  “I kinda, sorta like Calum.  Actually, no.  I DO like Calum.  I really, really like him.  And it’s positively killing me trying to keep it a secret.  It’s making me all anxious and shit, and I bit his head off at the grocery store this morning.  But he’s my best friend and there is no way he even sees me as any more than a friend.”  I ramble on until Michael silences me with a single finger across my lips.

Smiling, Michael moves his hand, resting it on his knee.  “I’m enjoying the world vomit, but you’re not telling me anything I don’t already know babe.”

“Wait.  What?” I spat out, panic starting to set in.

“Relax.  Calum doesn’t suspect anything.  I can only conclude he’s a fucking idiot, or he’s too scared to tell you how he really feels.”  My eyes widen, as Michael continues to speak.  “We’ve had a bet going on for two months to see when you two would get over it and just fuck.”

My mouth hung open as I stared at Michael.  “I don’t know whether to hit you or kiss you right now.  You seriously think Calum feels the same way?”

“One, please don’t kiss me.  We already know how fucking weird that is and two, I don’t think Calum likes you.  I know Calum likes you.  He told Ashton like six months ago.”  Michael smirked proudly, like he’s the fucking goose that just laid the golden egg.  “Now let’s go eat pizza,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me off the bed.


It had been two days since Michael had told me about Calum.  Two days of avoiding my roommate, while I tried to decide what I was going to do with the information Michael had given me.  I was pretty sure I had figured out a plan when I heard the front door open, Calum’s soccer bag hitting the floor with a thud.  I peeked my head around the corner of the hallway, giving him my best smile, while trying not to stare at his shirtless chest.

“Hey stranger.  Where have you been hiding?”  Calum asked, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek as he passed me to go up the stairs.

“No hiding, working.  It’s been really crazy lately and I took on a few extra shifts to help out.  I was just going to grab a quick shower, and then I thought we could grab dinner?”

Calum turned to me from the steps, noticing for the first time I was still dressed in my pajamas, the tiny boy shorts much smaller than anything I normally wore around the house.  His eyes traveled up over my thin tank top before settling on my lips.  “Oh, well I was going to shower, but you can go first,” he croaked out, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he turned to go back up the stairs.  I bit my lower lip before opening my mouth to speak.

“Or we could just shower together.  There’s enough room for both of us,” I stuttered out, Calum tripping over his own feet on the staircase.

“What did you just say?” Calum spoke quietly, without turning to look at me.

“I said we could…Actually, you know what?  It was stupid.  Just forget about it.”  I shook my head, turning to go into a different room, and wallow in my own embarrassment.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me,” Calum said, coming down the stairs, gently grabbing my wrist, and turning me around.  My eyes were brimming with tears, and I kept swallowing, willing them not to fall.  Calum reached down, pushing my chin up so I was forced to look him in the eye.  A lone tear slipped down my cheek and I quickly swiped it away.  “Hey, why are you crying?  Please don’t cry baby girl.”  Calum cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs catching the tears still falling from my eyes.

I turned my face into his palm, taking a deep breath before speaking.  “I’m sorry, Cal.  I shouldn’t have said that.  I just thought…I don’t know what I thought, but.”  My words were silenced by Cal’s soft lips pressing against mine.

“Can you stop talking for two seconds, and let me speak?” Cal whispered against my lips, his forehead resting against mine.  “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?  Every time you’d leave with that asshole, Jim, I’d spend the night getting drunk and crying to Ash like a big baby.  Hell, I’d bring girls home to spend the night, and think about you the whole time.  No matter what I do, who I’m with, I just can’t stop thinking about you.”  A huge smile formed on my face as Calum spoke.  I wrapped my arms around his neck, slipping my fingers into his short hair, and pulled him down so he was mere inches from my mouth.

“It’s Jace, by the way,” I said before pressing my lips to his.  Calum let out a low growl, breaking the kiss and looking me straight in the eye.

“I’m going to make it so by the end of the night, you don’t remember what his fucking name is either.”  I let out a small squeak of surprise as Calum reached behind my thighs, lifting me up and pressing me against the nearest wall.  I circled my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back.  His mouth found mine again, his tongue gliding along the seam of my lips.  I parted them on a soft moan, Calum’s tongue slipping into my mouth, and swirling around my own.  Capturing Cal’s bottom lip between my teeth, I tugged gently feeling Cal’s chest vibrate from the groan working its way up his throat.  Cal ducked his head, dragging his tongue across my jaw, before reaching the spot just below my ear, and sucking harshly.  Gasping for air, I tightened my grip on Cal’s shoulder as I felt his lips curl into a small smile against my neck.  “That feel good, baby?”

“So good,” I hummed in response, Cal’s hands tugging on the bottom of my tank top, before swiftly pulling it up and over my head. 

“Fuck, you are absolutely beautiful,” he muttered, before sliding his hand over my breast, rolling the tightened bud between his fingers.  His mouth found mine again, and I slid my hands down his chest and across his abs before reaching the elastic of his athletic shorts.  Slipping my fingers under the waistband of his shorts, I wrapped them around Calum’s hardened length, a sharp hiss falling from his lips at the contact.

“I want to taste you,” I whispered, biting down on his earlobe and tugging it towards me.  Calum bucked up into me, his breathing becoming more labored as I pumped his thick cock with my hand.  Lowering my legs from around his waist, I pushed the shorts down his legs, his dick slapping against his stomach as it was freed from its confines.  Dropping to my knees, I looked up at Calum before licking my lips, leaning forward to place a soft kiss at the base of his shaft, using my tongue to massage his balls before sucking each one into my mouth.  I felt Calum’s thighs clench with each pull, his hand slamming into the wall to keep himself upright.  Smirking, I drug my tongue across the thick vein on the underside of his cock before swirling my tongue around the tip pulling it into my mouth.  Pressing my tongue flat against the underside of his dick, I slid my mouth down, my lips stretching around his wide girth.  I bobbed my head, sucking hard as I moved back up his dick, my tongue circling around the tip and teasing his small slit.  Growling, Cal gripped my hair, pulling it back from my face, as he watched his shaft slide in and out of my mouth.  I gripped the base of his cock in my hand, using it to pump what wouldn’t fit.  Calum groaned, the muscles in his legs straining as he held himself back from fucking up into my mouth.  Reaching up with my other hand, I massaged his balls, Calum’s moans getting louder as I quickened my pace on his shaft.  I could feel Calum’s balls tightening, his legs trembling, as I sucked harder, knowing his orgasm was fast approaching.

“God dammit,” Calum forced out between his teeth, before pulling me off him with a pop.  I pouted as he gripped my arms, tugging me back unto my feet.  “As enjoyable as that was, I’m not planning on coming until I’m buried in that tight little pussy of yours,” he growled, kicking his shorts the rest of the way off.  Bending over, Cal grabbed my waist, throwing me over his shoulder before starting up the stairs.

“What the fuck?  Put me down Cal!” I giggled, slapping my hands across his firm back muscles.

Letting out a dark chuckle, Cal turned into his bedroom, dropping me unto the bed and crawling over me.  Any giggle left on my lips died quickly as he dropped his hips down, grinding his pelvis into mine.  Sitting back, Cal grabbed the elastic of my shorts, making quick work of pulling them down my legs, before tossing them over his shoulder into a dark corner of the room.  I was bare before him, my folds glistening with wetness, my chest heaving with each breath I took. 

“You are breathtaking, you know that right?” Cal said, as he left open mouth kisses across my breasts, and down my stomach.  Sliding his hands up my thighs, he gripped my hips, pulling me so I was flush against him.  I whimpered as Calum slide a long finger through my wetness, resting it on top of the small bundle of nerves.  “So wet for me too,” Calum murmured, rubbing small figures against my clit, as he sucked my nipple between his teeth. 

I drew a harsh breath in through my teeth, as Calum pushed a finger inside of me, pumping in and out as his palm pressed against my most sensitive spot.  Adding another finger, Cal increased his pace, his fingers slamming in and out of me.  I bucked my hips, greedy for more, my hands gripping the sheets, knuckles white. I let out a low whine when Calum pulled his fingers from me, pressing them instead to my lips.  “Suck,” he said, his pupils blown out with lust, his commanding voice causing a gush of wetness to pool beneath me on the fitted shit.  I pulled his fingers into my mouth, licking and sucking my juices from them, as Calum pumped his hard cock in his hand.

Pulling his fingers from my mouth, Calum reached across the bed, rustling in his nightstand, before pulling out a shiny square packet.  I watched Calum unroll the condom down his erect length, before kneeling back between my legs and pulling me forward.  Grasping his dick in his hand, he rubbed it over my wetness, a throaty moan falling from my lips, as I raised my hips off the bed, trying to get some relief.  I felt Calum hesitate, the head of his cock pressed against my opening.  “You’re sure about this?” he questioned, his ab muscles tight as he restrained himself from sliding into me.

Sitting up on my elbows, I looked at him.  His hair was wild, his brown eyes almost black, cheeks and chest flushed with desire.  “I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life, than I do right now, at this moment.  Are you sure?” 

Instead of answering me, Cal gripped my hips hard, slowly pressing into me.  Gritting his teeth, he pushed in, giving me time to adjust to his wide girth.  When he was buried to the hilt, he let out a loud groan, looking at me as he said, “I’ve never been so sure of something in my fucking life.”

I laid back on the pillows, feeling deliciously stretched.  “M-move Cal, please,” I panted.  My eyes rolled back in my head, as he pulled out until only the tip remained before slamming into me again.  “Fuck, that feels good,” I mumbled, gripping the sheets, as Calum repeated his earlier action.

“Damn, you are so tight.  So good.”  Cal continued to move in and out of my slick canal, before pulling back slightly to watch where our two bodies were connected.  Lifting my leg, he pulled it up and rested my ankle on his shoulder, changing the angle and causing him to hit the spot inside that left me seeing stars.  Knuckles white, I tore at the sheets, my back arching off the bed.

“Harder, Cal.  S-so close,” I moaned out, Cal increasing his pace, and pounding into me.  The base of his cock was rubbing the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, and I felt my toes curl, my legs tighten as my pussy gripped his dick. 

“Fuck! Come for me baby girl,” Cal spit out, though clenched teeth, his jaw tightening from the strain of his impending orgasm.  His words sent me over the edge, my pussy clamping down around his cock, body shaking with the intensity of the orgasm, as Calum’s name fell from my lips.  My body felt like jelly as I watched Calum, sweat dripping from his brow, fingers tightening on my hips, a low moan leaving his mouth as he twitched inside me, before releasing into the condom.

“Christ,” he says, collapsing on top of me, both of our breathing harsh and heavy.  I turned my head, finding his lips and placing a chaste kiss upon them. 

“That was…well that was fucking amazing,” I breathed out, as Calum pulled out of me, tossing the condom in the trash can before rolling onto his side and pulling me into his chest. 

“Fucking amazing is right.” Calum kissed my temple, before pushing me back just enough that he could look me in the eye.  “I love you.  I love you so, so much.”

“I love you, too.  I think I have for a long time, I was just too much of a bullhead to realize it.  And I was scared.  So scared of losing you.” My voice squeaked, as all my worries and anxieties that had been keeping me awake for months floated away. 

Laughing, Cal captured my lips in one more kiss.  “Me too, baby.  Me too.”  Calum pulled himself up, wincing a little as he straightened out his back.  “So, you still interested in taking that shower?” he questioned, a smirk flitting across his features as he gazed down at me.

“Is the Pope Catholic?” I laughed, crawling off the bed.  “Just let me text Mikey real quick.  I’m pretty sure he owes Luke and Ashton $20 bucks.“


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Soccer Balls - Calum



In no ways you were a soccer star. You played for fun back at home, and grew up in a soccer family, so you were familiar with the game. So when Calum claimed that he almost played professionally, you had to challenge him to a game.

You were in your childhood backyard, where there was two goals set up across the yard. You used to live in Ohio, in the middle of nowhere. So here you both were, spending Calum vacation from tour in sunny Ohio.

“Okay I got the balls” You say bringing over a mesh bag of soccer balls.

“Honey, I think i have the balls in this relationship,” Calum says pointing to his junk.

“Har Har,” You fake laugh, “I meant the soccer balls,” You say. You both fall into a fit of giggles. Neither of you could withstand a joke.

You begin to play. You had to admit Calum is much better than you. That didn’t stop you though from playing your hardest.

When you came in, You were covered in bruises from trying to illegally tackle Calum, while Calum came out mostly unscathed. You were both sweating, foreheads soaked.

“You…got…me…beat….this…time” You say huffing in between breaths. “But….I…will…get…you!” you yell between huffs.

Calum lets out  a low chuckle, “I’m sure you will Sweetheart” He says wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. He kisses your forehead. “I’m sure you will” He whispers against your skin.

Things I have done that SMH has also definitely done
  • microwaved a hot dog for 20 minutes on accident, catching the microwave on fire and almost the rest of the building
  • said “no, I can definitely make this trick shot, watch” when playing basketball before missing completely, breaking a window, and sighing “this isn’t my sport, okay?”
  • ate a leaf I found on my porch because I was hungry
  • ate a piece of paper with a meme printed on it that was on the floor because someone paid me a dollar. I called it the meme dollar for weeks. I eventually bought coffee with it
  • threw out my elbow when putting cream cheese on a bagel. I had to fix it myself
  • “it’s weird being a Sharks and Pens fan after the Superbowl” [pause] “oh my god I said Superbowl”
  • punched a tree to see if I could break my hand. I could. I did.
  • “No, I swear, I can eat this entire lemon, peel and all” “please don’t” “watch me”
  • told the guy that worked at a tattoo place that I have 5 boyfriends and we have a group message
  • sat on a swing set, cried when the swing broke. I was 17.
  • an excerpt from a story about a party I threw once: “everyone is screaming, the baby is still crying in the fireplace, and all of my slim jims have been eaten”
  • [takes one sip of a Jagerbomb] tastes like cough syrup [downs the rest] I dig it
  • got my sprinkles privileges taken away because I kept putting too much on my ice cream
  • smacked a small moth out of the air, promptly shouted “SPIKED YA” triumphantly. My friend cried
  • “I want a smash cake for my birthday” “you’re an adult” “so?”
  • stole one of those decorative bottles from Olive Garden
  • put my hand in boiling water and my only reaction was to say “wet” very quietly
  • sat at my computer without moving or 28 hours thinking only 4 had passed. I slept for 2 hours. Stayed up for another 30
  • hid cheesecake under my bed to eat later (and referred to it only as my ‘under the bed cheesecake’)
  • got kicked out of 5 below after having been there for less than 10 minutes
  • climbed a tree with no shirt on and yelled at people walking by
  • got hit by a car, sighed, turned to the person walking behind me, said “just another Tuesday” and kept walking. It wasn’t Tuesday
  • pulled many random metal objects out of my bag and slowly started handing them to my friend. I found them all on the ground outside
  • [pulls a half-eaten granola bar out of my soccer bag] “dude, how long has this been in here” “2 years at least” “what the fuck”
  • shouted “I can’t wait for eternal damnation!” to a pride protester
  • played never have I ever and lost first because everyone playing said very specific things that I had done
  • watched Mythbusters for 18 straight hours with a friend. Neither of us said anything the entire time.
  • wrote and made cardboard and paper props for a Spongebob play with a few other people. We performed it for an audience of 5. I played Gary.
  • I wasn’t allowed to have bagels for like 5 years. I still don’t understand this
  • I dropped a penny, and when someone pointed this out to me, I just waved a hand dismissively and said “he can stay”
  • tried to make sugar cookies, followed the recipe exactly, ended up with flat square cookies that oddly looked like bread slices. They tasted okay though
  • walk for an hour just to get a Wendy’s junior cheeseburger. Then walk an hour back. I do this often
  • danced in an alley across the street from a frat house, wondering when the day they will take me in would come. It has not yet happened
  • taped a picture of Ted Cruz to my wall. He watches everything
  • “this ice cream tastes like Bailey’s” “oh my god you’re an alcoholic” “I know what I am about, okay?”
  • brought 2 snakes to a frozen yogurt shop. No one noticed.
  • broke my neck in a game. Continued playing
  • “I can’t get my wisdom teeth out what if I say something gay” “you say gay shit every day” “yeah but that’s sober gay stuff”
  • instead of going to my own classes, I went to a friend’s the entire day. His teachers did not care. Eventually we left his classes too
  • stared a security guard in the eye and set off all the hand dryers in the bathroom at once before leaving
  • climbed to the top of a street sign to prove that I could. Almost broke the sign
  • went on a 20 minute long rant about the word “alum”
  • made a noise that was basically a very high pitched way to say “squish”. My friend no longer trusts me. The sound makes her cry
  • got invited to join a strange religion on the sixth floor of a hotel by a man sat in a chair facing the elevator. They had sign up sheets and name tags. I took a name tag
MEETING OLI - an Oli White imagine

Walking down to the usually quiet soccer pitch, you smiled at the thought of getting to practice for most of the Saturday afternoon ahead. As you had expected, there was an empty court and upon seeing it, you ran down to it. The green soccer ground was made up of a few courts, with each lined by a small fence and white-silver benches. Currently, there were two sporting clubs using the other courts, leaving one free for visitors of any kind.

You sat down on a bench on the far side of the pitch, before pulling your hair into a tight ponytail. As you were doing so, you noticed a group of boys enter the same court. You gave them a smile to show that you didn’t mind sharing. Pulling your soccer boots from your bag, you undid the laces before putting them on.

Grabbing your ball, you stood up and began to juggle it, warming up slowly. You loved soccer and as you managed to keep the ball up for ten or so juggles, your excitement to practice did not waver.

“Go ask her, Oli!” a voice said fairly loudly.

You glanced over at the group of boys and laughed slightly before focussing back on the ball.

“Oli, come on, we need another player!”

“Oliiii,” another voice drew out.

“Just do it, Oli!”

It sounded as if the boys were pestering one of the group only. You laughed again, uncontrollably a bit louder, as the group all glanced at you having done so.

“She’s laughing at us now. Good job, Oli.”

That made you laugh again, as you quickly shot your ball towards your goal. Picking it up, you turned around to walk back a few meters to have another go. As you did, you saw a tall and dark haired boy come towards you.

“Hey,” you called, stifling a chuckle, “Oli, is it?”

He ducked his head slightly and rubbed his the back of his neck, clearly a bit embarrassed, “Yeah… Hey!”

You both kept walking, until you came face to face and he straightened up again.

Continuing, Oli said, “My friends and I were wondering, if you are by yourself and want to that is, if you’d like to come have a kick with us?”

You smiled, you had gathered that much already. Looking past his shoulder, you saw the group of six boys wave and smile with a shrug.

“Yeah, we kinda don’t have enough people for even teams.”

“I’d be honoured to,” you laughed, giving a small bow.

That seemed to ease him up as he grinned, “Great!”

You grabbed your bag from the bench before running with your ball, yelling to Oli, “Race you back!”

You ran before calling out to the guys ahead of you to defend your attempt at goal. They laughed at your antics and did just so. You ducked and weaved through them. Being a fair bit smaller than most of the boys, it was easier on you to get the ball through. Taking a shot, you cheered at the fact that you had gotten past them all. Only then did you see that Oli was somehow in the goal, blocking your ball from entering.

“Woah, Oli,” a voice from behind you said, accent sharp, “Why don’t you ever goal like that when we play?”

“Cause it was a fluke!” another joked.

“Ha ha very funny guys,” Oli retorted.

You laughed as you caught the ball Oli threw back towards you. Cheerfully, you turned around and introduced yourself to the group of boys, saying you would love to help them out and play with them. They each followed in suit, making their names known as Joe, Josh, Caspar, Jack, Conor and Mikey. They set up teams, you were sided with Oli, Joe and Josh. A small and casual game was played, only stopping when you all needed a break for some water.

You were all sprawled across the side of the field amongst various bags. Most of the guys say on the benches whilst you sat cross legged on the ground beside Jack, who lay on his back. You all chatted, getting to know each other a bit better as you all rehydrated. It was a comfortable and amiable environment that you found yourself thoroughly enjoying.

“Hey guys,” Jack said.

You turned to face him, only to see that he was snapchatting himself talking about what he was doing.

“Are you guys celebrities or something? Why is Jack snapchatting his life?” you asked, curious.

That made them all laugh and shake their heads no.

“No!” Oli laughed, “We all run YouTube channels with some sort of following.”

“Oh,” you laughed, “That makes sense, I guess.”

“You’ll get used to it, don’t worry,” Caspar said.

“Speaking of which, I want to film a little soccer video, guys,” Josh smiled.

Oli nodded before looking at you, “Do you mind?”

It was nice of him to check that you were okay with it, you thought.

“That’s fine! Keep me nameless and I’m sold!”

They all agreed before Josh set up a tripod with his camera. You all agreed to play the same teams as before, taking spanning team shots before getting back into the game.

“Here, we have the opposition,” Joe announced in a strangely good impersonation, “Caspar Lee, Jack Maynard, Conor Maynard and Michael Pearce.”

They all waved as if they were on a real field waving to a crazy crowd and smiled into the camera. It was hilarious but very cool.

As your side lined up, Caspar went through the same motions Joe had just done, impression and accent not quite as clear.

“Josh Pieters, Joe Sugg, Oli White and a nameless substitute helping us out today!”

You smiled to the camera as best you could and gave a small, shy wave.

Caspar quickly added to the camera microphone, “Oli asked her to help us out, we had to push him because he fancies her!”

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Feelings (Liam Dunbar Imagine)

A/N: I am very sorry that I haven’t posted in a while but here is a Liam imagine that I hope you all love :) requests are open as well


Liam sat in the bleachers to watch your team practice, like he did almost everyday.  Not in a creepy way; it was almost comforting to look into the stands and see him.  You knew he wasn’t going for you though, he only saw you as a friend and Scott’s little sister of course.  He would always look out for you and he said that was his reasoning for going to your soccer practices.


You knew he was only there to see Hayden and honestly it did hurt that he didn’t care for you the way you do for him, but you had to be supportive of your friend’s little crush no matter how much it hurt.  

“You know, Liam,” you started as you walked up to him after practice.  “Just because you watch her practice doesn’t mean you two are automatically dating,” you smirked.

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You’re All I Need: Part 10

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Prompt: Dean is a single dad, and his daughter, Charlie, wants to join the soccer team; he meets Y/N who’s daughter, Hael, and Charlie, become the best of friends; Dean finally grows a pair

Tags: AU: Domesticity, Domestic!Dean, Dad!Dean,

Words: 1892

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You get hit in the boob (Cake)


You and your boyfriend were having a small argument about which movie to watch.

Lately, you guys have been arguing about small things. Like, what to eat, where to go, how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood, who gets to watch tv first. It was getting crazy.

You wore a grey sweatshirt with black leggings and brow uggs. Your hair was brushed and slightly wavy.

He was wearing a white shirt with jeans and in his socks. His blackish hair was brushed and how it usually is.

“We are watching monsters inc.” he yelled.

“Keep dreaming, we are watching it story 3” you screamed back.

He pushed you on the couch and quickly put the cd in the player.

Quickly, you got up and pushed him away from it and look the cd out.

You threw the cd somewhere in the house. You grabbed your cd and put it in.

Calum grabbed you and got on top of you. He tried to pin you, but you got away and tried to press play, but he grabbed your legs as pulled you away from the tv.

From the couch, you grabbed a pillow and smack him in the face.

After a couple of smacks, he finally grabbed it and got you in the face. You knocked over on the floor. He put the pillow on the couch and got on top of you again.

You let out a small cry. He got off of you and gave you a look. You crossed your arms around your chest.

“What happened?” His voice became worried.

“You got me in the boob” a tear came out of your eye.

He picked you up from the floor and put you on the couch. “I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean it.”

“I know.”

“Let’s watch toy story.” He pressed play.


You were at your soccer game. Your friend y/f/n was on the team. The team was called the donuts. (Idk I made it up.) the jersey was maroon.

Your hair was up in a high pony tail. Same as for your friend.

It was the middle of the game. The score was 4-1, you guys were winning.

Your boyfriend and was sitting on the side line since there weren’t bleachers. They sat on a blanket. He had your light blue soccer bag and was eating the candy that you kept in it.

He had on a blue sweater on with black jeans. It was early in the morning so the whole band were snuggling with an extra blanket.

You played forward with y/f/n. The other team had the ball. The defense kicked the ball and the ball hit y/f/n in the breast.

She fell down and began to cry in pain.

Everyone knelt down. You began to laugh while you tried to aid her.

“Stop laughing y/n it hurts like hell” she spoke between sobs.

“I know I know, but it’s kinda funny”

“What ever”

You helped her get up and walk her to your boyfriend. She sat right next to Luke.

One of the referees gave her a nice pack.

She put it on the bruise and began to watch you play.

The score was now 6-1, you scored two more goals. The other team had the ball.

You were next to the side line where your friends were. The defense kicked the ball, it came to you really fast and hit you on your boob.

You fell on the ground and curled into a ball.

You can hear y/f/n laughing in a crowd. She came up to you and picked you up.

She put you next to Luke, he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You stopped crying. The ref. gave you a nice pack and you put it on your bruise.

“See how I felt” y/f/n laughed again.

“I swear, I’m going to drop that bitch.”



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The First Kiss (You x EXO Luhan)

So I have a request for a “when he figures out that he likes you” for Sehun, Luhan, and Xiumin, so this is part of it! I hope you enjoy!





You ignore the strange looks from the people around you and wave to your friend Luhan as we exchanges high-fives with his teammates, leaving the goalie looking a little stunned.  It was a late summer night and the air was thick with humidity. Luhan had brought you to come and watch his soccer game, but really just a pick-up game with some guys from the surrounding neighborhood.

The only people sitting in the stands were an old couple wearing matching track pants, a bored-looking guy on his phone, and a few others scattered at the opposite end of the field for the other team. Luhan’s goal was the match point, and now it was time to go home.

“Nice job!”

You high-five him as he comes to the side-lines with the rest of the guys. “You really improved since the last game. But I think you need to work on dribbling a little bit more. You almost lost the ball that time!”

“Oh really?” Luhan laughs, amazed as always by your blatant criticism. You cheered for him no matter what, but you definitely weren’t afraid to point out when he messed up.

“Who’s your friend, Luhan?”

Someone throws an arm around your shoulder, and you blush. “This is ______-ssi.” He smiles, introducing you. “We know each other from work.”

“We didn’t know you had such pretty friends.” A guy with the name Kim Sungjoon stitched into the back of his jersey shoves him. “What’d a guy like you have to do to meet someone like her?”

“Well, by not being a total ass to all the girls you meet.” Luhan sneers at him. “That’s probably a good start.” He drags up the bottom of his jersey, fanning himself, and you look away quickly. Wow. Muscles, much? Luhan had always been easy on the eyes.

“So what are you doing tonight?” Sungjoon sidles up beside you, his arm snaking around your waist and glowering at Luhan. “I could use a date to the club tonight.” He spins you quickly, turning you to face him, and you go from being flustered to embarrassed.

“Hey.” Luhan calls him in a warning voice. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Why?” Sungjoon smirks. “Are you jealous, Lu?”

“No.” You smile. You spin around so that he’s against your back, and without hesitating, flip him over your shoulder, sending him flat on his back in the grass. The guys crack up, some of them staring in shock, as he wiggles around on the ground gasping for breath. “I’m a taekwondo instructor.”

You and Luhan exchange a smile, and for a moment, his gaze lingers on you. “You are…you are….” Sungjoon drags himself to his feet. “Amazing.” Please let me take you out tonight.“

"Sorry.” Luhan cuts in front of you. “She’s got plans already.”


A half hour later, Luhan joins you in the middle of the soccer field, a plastic bag in his hand. “Here.” He dips his hand in it and pulls out a melon ice cream. You tug the plastic off and stick it into your mouth. "Thanks. And good game tonight. You played really well.“ Luhan flops on the his back. "Thanks. And sorry about Sungjoon. He’s not always like that…no wait–that’s a lie. He totally is.”

You laugh. “It’s okay. He’s kind of cute, anyways.”

Luhan makes a face at you. “You don’t really think that, do you?”

“Why not?” You argue. “He’s got a good body-”

“I have that!”

“He’s a soccer player-”

“So am I!”

“And he had pretty eyes.”

“I think I have that?”

You laugh, and Luhan frowns. “So you’re telling me you would have taken him up on his offer to go out tonight if I hadn’t said anything?” You shrug, licking your ice cream. “I don’t know, Lu! Maybe!” Luhan scoots across the grass to face you. “Why?” He demands.

“Because.” You sigh. “I’ve never even had a serious boyfriend before.” Luhan gives you a side-long glance. “What about that guy from middle school?”

“Luhan, I was like, twelve.”

“But you held hands, didn’t you?” He mocks you endlessly. “That counts for something!”

“It would be nice to date someone for real, Lu!” The confession pops out of your mouth, and you regret ot when you see Luhan’s eyes widen. “You’ve…you’ve never had a boyfriend?” You turn away from him.

“No!” You huff. “I’ve never even kissed anyone and I’m almost twenty years old! My little sister has already had her first kiss!”

“Why is that so important?” Luhan tilts his head. “Does it really matter that much to you?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Then tell me about it.”


“Tell me about it. What do you want it to be like?” He sits there earnestly, waitng for an sanswer. “I cannot believe I’m about to tell you this.” Luhan rolls his eyes. “Then who else are you going to tell about it? Your teddy bear? I’m the next best thing!” You laugh despite yourself.

“Fine!" You stare up at the dark sky, closing your eyes. "I want it to be gentle, and sweet.  I want him to put his hands on my face…and to mean it, Lu.”

When you open your eyes again, you gasp. Luhan is kneeling in front of you, so close you can smell the melon on his breath. “Like this?” He whispers, pressing his mouth against yours. You let him linger, a little shocked. He tilts his forehead against yours. “Why did you do that?” you asks softly.

“Because I meant it.”

You try and blink back your blush, your face hot. He stares at you curiously. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry if I did." 

You bite your lip. "It was my first kiss, Luhan. Why did you do that?" 

"Because I like you.” He sighs, ruffling his hair in frustration and falling back into the grass. “I really like you and….and I think I just messed up our friendship. It’s just…I saw you with Sungjoon tonight, and i was thinking how awful I would feel if any other guy–I’m really sorry, ______-ah. Seriously.”

He covers his face with his hands, and you watch him quietly. Although you were embarrassed, what just happened…it wasn’t bad. Luhan was practically your best friend, and now that you thought about it, you couldn’t imagine what it would be like for him to date anyone but you. Okay, you can do this. Don’t be a baby.

You lean over slowly, kissing him on the lips. He stiffens for a moment, then presses a hand to the side of your neck. When you pull away, his expression is half shock and a twinge of a silly smile. “Don’t get any ideas.” You warn him, popping your ice cream back in your mouth. “We can try this out.”

“Really?” He sits up.

You bite back a grin. “Yeah.” He throws his arms up, pumping a fist into the air.



Scenario finished~ These will probably be kind of short since I have to do three of them, but I hope that yo still enjoyed it no matter what! ~Jjangpanda

A call for help Part Two / Niall centric

Prompt:  Can you write one with Ziam parents and Niall is really mean to his brothers (maybe Niall is 12 and Louis 17 and Harry also 17 making them twins) and it turns out that a teacher at school is sexually abusing him 

Trigger warning: abuse (not graphic just mentioned), self harm

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“Could you please hand me the salt?” Louis asked friendly and looked at his brother who didn’t seem to listen at all.

Once again the teenager was too caught up in his own world to realize what was going on around him. The older boy didn’t know if the reason behind his brother’s change in behavior was because of a girl or if something else happened. He barely talked to his brother anymore and whenever he did the teenager didn’t answer or said something mean to him.

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Wrong Locker Pt. 2 | Calum Hood



After a ridiculous night of planning with Luke and Michael, Calum walked into school the next morning feeling confident. At the same time he felt uneasy.

“Hey Calum!”

“Morning Calum!”

“What’s up Calum?”

People greeted him as he walked down the hallways of school. Calum didn’t consider himself popular, he saw himself of someone who knew a lot of people and a lot of people knew him.

Calum would politely smile at them and greet them back. The boy searched the hallway for a certain girl that he talked to yesterday.

“Hey Y/N!” Calum shouted when he spotted you, the uneasiness in his stomach going away. He pushed his way through the crowd of students and walked towards the you.

“Hi Calum,” you greeted the boy with your classic grin. “You here to drop something off in Mandy’s locker?”

You wiggled your eyebrows at the boy making him laugh. “No I’m just here to talk to you.”

He leaned against the locker next to yours and watched you take things out of your backpack and into your locker.

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Para Sempre Part Four

“Yes that’s my last name.” You said and you turned around and started to walk away again.

“Y/N wait! Why do you keep walking away from me?” Neymar said walking closer to you.

You stood there and just stared at him.

“Why did you leave? Why did you leave with out telling me?” Neymar asked reaching for your hands.

“I-I never left. I still lived in Brazil What my parents told you was all a lie.” You felt tears forming in your eyes.

“Then?” He asked

You told him everything. Well kinda you just made up that you ran away, but you didn’t tell him that you had his son.

He was silent for a moment. Then suddenly he just leaned in and kissed you. That long awaited kiss. It felt warm, kinda like home.

“Im I’m sorry.” Neymar said pulling away.

“Neymar.” You smiled.

“Look Y/N let me take you somewhere nice.” Neymar said.

“Okay.” You smiled.

“So your visiting?” You asked him.

“Yeah kinda. I came because Santos called me telling me about a kid. I think his name is Thiago? They told he’s really good, so I want to see for myself.” Neymar laughed.

Thiago. You forgot to tell him you were leaving.

“I I have to go.” You said quickly as you turned around and rushed home.

“Mom. Where were you I was worried.” Thiago asked.

“Went for a walk honey I’m sorry. I totally forgot to tell you.”

“It’s fine mom.” Thiago said.

“Hey mom I have my first training with Santos today.” Thiago told you as you walked in the kitchen.

“Yeah I know. Are you ready?” You asked him.

“Yes mom. I’m just nervous.” He told you.

“Thiago don’t be. You go and show them what you got. Your a great player.” You said and gave Thiago a hug.

“Can we go now mom.” Thiago said a couple minutes later.

“Yes we can honey.” You grabbed your car keys and your purse and followed Thiago to the car.

You got to Santos and parked your car.

“You’ll do great honey.” You said to Thiago and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks mom.” Thiago said as he got out of the car.

“I’ll catch up with you.” You said to Thiago as he got his soccer bag from the trunk.

As you walked to Thiago you already saw him talking to the coach and Neymar….

“So your Thiagos mom.” The coach laughed. “Nice to meet you.” He said with a smile as he shook your hand.

“Nice to meet you too.” You smiled.

You were nervous. Neymar was only standing a couple feet away from you. He looked at you so confused. And then you saw that he would just stare and smile at Thiago.

Thiago started to train with the Santos team. That left you alone with Neymar. You could see that Thiago was sending you looks like ‘what is going on?’

“You never gave me a chance to ask for your number so I could take you out.” Neymar laughed.

“I know I just had to get home. I’m sorry.” You smiled.

“Thiago is your son?” Neymar asked you as you sat down on a bench and he joined you.

“Yes.” You smiled.

“Your married? And I kisses you! I’m so sorry!” He said.

“Neymar. I’m not married. I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m single.” You told him.

“So then what happened to Thiagos dad?” Neymar asked.

Hope you guys liked it. 😊

Orange Ep. 7: Anime VS Manga Comparison

When I was writing my earlier post about this week’s episode of Orange, I wanted to write about 2 particular scenes in the episode: when Naho asked Kakeru what he wanted as a birthday present and when Kakeru looked out the window thinking about his mom. However, doing this would have made the post twice as long. So, I decided to write another post about the differences in these two scenes from the anime and manga. These scenes may not seem so significant to some people, but as a person who read the manga I can recognize how they add more to Kakeru’s character. 

***SPOILER WARNING: contains spoilers for anime and manga!!!

When Naho tries to find out what Kakeru wants for his birthday, she notices that Kakeru doesn’t use a sports bag and asks him about it. Now in the manga, Kakeru tells Naho…


In the anime, after Kakeru tells Naho that he used to have one, there’s a short flashback scene with Kakeru and his mom. 

This flashback only shows scenes of Kakeru’s cluttered room after looking for his soccer bag and cleats, only to have his mom tell him that she threw them out. She tells him, “You won’t be needing them.” After the flashback, Kakeru just tells Naho…

In both the manga and anime, the viewers/readers are reminded of Kakeru’s promise that he made with his mom to not join a club in high school. However, showing the flashback scene and having Kakeru only tell Naho that his bag got thrown out in the episode showed the intensity of the guilt that he felt and how he tries to hide that guilt from everyone, including Naho.

In another scene, Kakeru is looking out the window from their classroom. In both the anime and manga, Kakeru looks off into the distance and says, “whoosh.” He then tells Naho that he wishes that he could jump from the window and be Superman.

For this scene, the anime staff decided to put in another flashback scene, this time of Kakeru hanging out with Naho and the others during the opening ceremony (episode 1). We see that during their hangout, Kakeru gets a text from his mom.

Then, we see Kakeru’s reply.

Then the flashback ends. 

What’s interesting about this addition to the scene is that the manga does not show what Kakeru’s last text to his mom specifically said until chapter 19, the fourth to last chapter. This episode covered chapters 9 &10, which is about the halfway point in the manga. 

Kakeru’s message is translated a bit differently in the manga and anime, but they show the annoyance that Kakeru felt towards his mother at that moment. I think this addition added more emotion to when Kakeru said this.

Because we saw his message to his mom, we realize what he meant when he said “it was a pain.” Kakeru didn’t just feel guilty because he broke his promise to his mom. He felt guilty because his seemingly harmless words that he sent to his mother were what drove her to kill herself. 

Oh my god that got depressing really fast! I promise that my next update for Orange will be A LOT happier. This isn’t the end to suffering for Kakeru (sorry bby! T^T) but there are happy times ahead for him…at least in the next episode. LOL! Sorry if I’m tormenting anime only watchers! But I promise not to spoil what’s going to happen in the upcoming episodes! 

Thanks for reading!

#1 Soulmate!5SOS: Who You Loved

[Requested: Yes by yewlucas​ <3]

(Y/N)- Your Name

Prologue: People say that you can meet your soulmate in your dreams. When you are fast asleep, they are wide awake. Those vivid dreams you experience in your subconscious let you experience their average day. Experience their happiness, their pain, and every other emotion people feel to live. However, like most dreams, you can hardly recall the events that happened when you wake up. These dreams eventually stop until fate has successfully led you to your soulmate.


These dreams started during your junior year of high school. You never fully remember what you dream about, but you do remember the important fragments of your dreams. In one dream you remembered the sound of Bink-182 blaring from the speakers, the bright light from a TV with a first person shooter game on the screen and controller at hand, and the clock at the side of the bed with the screen displaying in red lights, “3:00AM.” In another dream you could feel the adrenaline in your heart, the sound of a car speeding down the highway, and the autumn nights leaving your hands, cheeks, and lips cold. These vivid fragments felt real enough that it was hard for you to determine if it was just a dream or reality, but when you woke up you got your answer. You would look around your room and remember that you don’t own a PS4 or have friends that would take you out really late at night for highway drives. Those dreams were never about what you, they were about your soulmate. “Earth to (Y/N).” Your friend called out and you moved your attention to her. “I’m sorry.”You said sheepishly and poked your school lunch with a fork. “You okay?” Your friend asked before attempting to stomach down the school food. “I’m fine…. I just… Do you ever wonder who your soulmate is?” You asked. Your friend was silent for a moment but spoke after taking a sip of water, “everyone wants to know who their soulmate is, but I can’t really give you an answer (Y/N), I’ve never had, ‘the dreams’ yet. Hmm, let’s see if we can narrow it down to someone here in the cafeteria. Describe this soulmate of yours.” You felt the blush grow on your cheeks and tried to recall from your dreams and describe who he was to your friend. She pondered on the description for a moment and scanned the area. “Hmm, likes punk, stays up till 3 in the morning playing video games, and prowls late at night with friends up to no good… Sounds like Michael Clifford.” Your friend said bluntly and pointed out to his table that was diagonally across from yours. Your heart sank slightly unsure how to feel about your friends wild guess, “M-Michael Clifford?” You stuttered. “Yeah, why you don’t like him?” “It’s not that I don’t like him, I just feel like we wouldn’t get along, we’re too opposite.” You explained. “But he’s like… Totally hot, come on (Y/N) look at him and tell me that he isn’t hot.” Your friend said and you fell awkwardly silent. Your friend put their hands up and shrugged, “fine, if you won’t take him I will, besides this is all just a guess, it’s not like he would really be your soulmate.” Your friend said and heard the bell ring. The two of you picked up your lunches and dumped them into the trash before separating ways and headed for the final period of the day. When entering your pre-calc class and heading to your seat in the 5th row, you remembered that Michael ironically was in the same class as you, he sat two rows ahead by the window. His seat was usually empty, but today he dragged his feet through the rows and dropped his bag onto the desk, sat down, and laid his head comfortably on his bag. “Alright everyone, take your seats, today we are going to learn about limits.” Your teacher announced and everyone gave a monotone response. Most of the time in class you took your notes while hearing the soft snores coming from the window. The class was dead silent and anxious as they saw their teacher slowly losing patience with Michael’s snores echoing through the classroom. You finished the problems your teacher wanted the class to practice on and quietly sat back to see your math teacher walk up to Michael’s desk and slam down a match text book. Michael bolted up and stared at the dry erase marker that was handed to him. “Mr. Clifford, care to solve the practice problem?” He questioned. Michael stared blankly, “uh… no?” He answered awkwardly. “Well I’m feeling tired from teaching, so maybe I should take a nap and you teach the class.” He said while the class held in their chuckles and watched Michael approach the board. He stared at the problem for a minute, your teacher grinning at the humiliation satisfaction but quickly frowned. You looked back at the board and saw that Michael correctly solved it. Michael walked back to the teacher and handed the marker back, “… The limit is 2.” He said and awkwardly sat down. The teacher examined the work and looked back at Michael, “it’s correct…. Were you listening the whole time or…?” “To be honest sir I have no choice, even when I’m asleep I have nightmares- I mean dreams of your class, sweet dreams.” He said with a snarky grin and the class burst into laughter. You looked down at your paper and back at the board, noticing the markings were exactly the same, you glanced at Michael who was now awake and laughing with the class. The bell rang and everyone quickly started to pack up and quickly file out. You were one of the last to leave but stopped when Michael was about to leave as well. Your eyes met and you fell silent, unsure what to say to him, “uh, you can walk first.” He says gesturing to the door. “No, you can go.” You insisted. He smiled and took you by the shoulder and pushed you through the door to exit first. Students in the halls were either lounging by their lockers and in the halls or rushing out the door to leave campus, you and Michael were unconsciously walking side by side, his attention to his phone and your attention to the ground. You looked at him and spoke the first thing on your mind, “why do you sleep in class?” He looked up from his phone and sheepishly smiled, “I can’t really sleep, I like to think my sleeping pattern is now eternally screwed, I can’t sleep unless it’s 3 in the morning.” He answered and your heart started to slowly beat in your chest and cause tension. You decided to keep talking to confirm your friends crazy guess, “do you like Blink-182 and first person shooter games?” You asked and Michael slowly game to a stop and looked at you, “… Yes?… I mean, I have a variety of music and games that I like… Do you like Blink-182 and first person shooter games?” He questioned. “A-Ah well… I heard some songs from Blink-182 but I’m not really familiar with shooter games, I’m more of a Pokemon trainer.” You admitted. “Well… I can fix that.” He said smiling at you, “I uh, have to go but it was nice talking to you…?” “(Y/N).” You introduced. “Well, I’ll see you again in class or something (Y/N).” He said walking and passing through the doors. You stood there and pushed back your bangs from your face and trying to process what just happened and if this was reality or another dream.


In a fragment of a dream you kicked the winning goal and everyone in the crowd was cheering a name that was distorted in your memory. In a fragment of that same dream you were at a house party jumping to some top 10 charter song. You laid in bed trying to remember more details of your dream but was forced to get up with your mom calling your name to hurry up. You quickly got ready and grabbed your back pack and your duffle bag for soccer… “So sweetie, do you plan to just stay on campus before the game or come home then leave when it’s time?” Your mother asked before you got out of the car. “I’ll stay at school, I could use that time to focus into a game mode.” You said. “Alright… I’m sorry I won’t be able to make it, your father says sorry too.” She admits and you gave her a small smile, “it’s okay mom, you guys are busy… Oh, but if there is an after party…?” You questioned with a small grin. Your mother sighed and gave in, “if there is a small party you will come home before 11… Give the other team hell sweetie.” Your mother said before waving you goodbye and driving to work. You walked into the building and stopped to see the bulletin board with the boys soccer team it shows the results of last nights game. The school’s star player made the winning goal and brought home the school’s trophy. “De ja vu?” You thought to yourself but shook your head. You felt an arm around your shoulder and smiled as your friends arrived, “the boys won last nights game, it looks like we girls gotta step it up and bring one home too.” Your friend said grinning and you grinned back. “Of course! I could win that game in my sleep.” You said before hearing the bell and the both of you headed down the hall to the first class of the day… After school the girls soccer team was warming up and doing individual practice until the coach arrived. “Hey (Y/N), look.” Your friend said gesturing to the boys team who were sitting on the bleachers watching the girls team warm up. “Pft, what about them?” You scoffed. “Well, Calum Hood, you know the one who is sitting at the end over there-” “and is surrounded by a good quarter of the girls cheer leading squad.” You added and your friend let out a small giggle before continuing, “well anyway, he’s the one who apparently scored and won the game for the entire team.” “That all?” “Why? You don’t find that impressive? It was a pretty good game, they even threw an after party just for his win.” She said. You paused for a moment before getting up and placing the ball under your foot. “Then, we will just score and get an after party too.” You said smiling. “I love your enthusiasm but don’t be too confident, something will bound to happen if we jinx it. Anyway, how do you know that we will win?” “I literally had a dream about it last night, kicked the winning goal, and the crowd was cheering my name.” You said and kicked the ball to her as if you were reenacting that moment. Your friend juggled the ball a bit but stopped, “(Y/N)… Are you sure that wasn’t a, ‘soulmate’ dream?” “I’m pretty sure it wasn’t, to be honest I don’t think I’ll ever have that dream, meh, who needs love? Anyway, why’d you ask?” “… I ask because sometimes your ‘soccer game dreams’ sound like the end results of the boy’s soccer matches…. Specifically Calum.” Your friend mumbled and kicked the soccer ball back. You looked at the bleachers at Mr. Popular who was entertaining everyone then back at your friend, “no, I think you’re wrong, besides he has a girlfriend.” You said kicking the ball back. “Calum doesn’t have girlfriends, he has lady acquaintances.” Your friend says kicking the ball back. “Well…. Even if I did have the, ‘soulmate dream’ it isn’t him, it can’t be about him.” “Why not? Calum’s cute.” “That is not the point, he’s full of himself sometimes and… A player, and he’s popular so there is no way he can be. I am not wasting my soulmate dream on him.” You said kicking the ball back. Your friend picked up the ball and put her hand on your shoulder, “(Y/N), don’t sweat it, it was just a theory.. Let’s finish warming up so we can practice drills.” Your friend assured and you followed her lead on the field…. The game was counting down to an end and you could feel the pressure on you as you ran down the field with the ball at your feet. You needed to clear your head in order to make this shot, you continued to tell yourself that the dream you had last night was this moment right here, to take the win and the recognition. You felt it in your bones and kicked the ball straight for the goal. The moment was in slow motion and you expected it to go through, your smile started to fade and you stood there dumbfounded with the goalie holding the ball in her hands taking away your teams win. You dared yourself to look to the side and saw the boys soccer team throwing small fits about the games result. You saw on the far left Calum, the only one who wasn’t throwing a fit with the rest of the boys, he sat there looking straight at you. You couldn’t make out the expression of his face, but you couldn’t help but feel that he was being sympathetic… “(Y/N), I heard there’s a party for the girls team, do you wanna go?” Your friend asked. “But we lost.” You pointed out. “Yeah, but the season is over and we can celebrate to that.” She says and you thought about it for a moment, “I think… I’ll just go home.” You said and gave her a reassuring smile. Your friend’s smile faltered but she understood who you must have been feeling. You were the last to be in the locker rooms and you weren’t exactly ready to leave yet. You laid on the bench with your head on your duffle and let reality sink in for a moment, your team lost and you jinxed the final game. Your eyes closed and you started to wander off into sleep… You were practicing drills in the park, the moon was your only source of light and the cold night felt good against your skin. You felt pity in your heart, seeing the faces of a team that fell short. You shook your head from those thoughts and kicked the ball up and kicked it into the imaginary goal in front of you… You woke up to someone shaking your arm, a female janitor who had a slight glare to her expression, “yeah, come on, wake up. It’s getting late and I want to go home, tired of cleaning after you kids, don’t you have some party to go to or something?” She grumbled. You blushed slightly feeling embarrassed, “sorry about that, it was a pretty long game and I fell asleep from exhaustion.” You said sheepishly. “A long game and in the end you lost, well then, there’s always next time kid.” She said before dismissing you out of the rooms. On your way home you looked at your phone for the time with several missed calls and unread text messages from your mom. You called to explain that you fell asleep after the game and she continued to ask if you were okay and if you wanted her to pick you up. You started to pass the park that was near your neighborhood and slowed down your walking speed to see a silhouette of a person kicking a soccer ball around the park field. “(Y/N)?” Your mom called out. “Uh… Yeah, I’ll be home soon, I’ll be taking a small detour if you are okay with it.” “Alright, just don’t stay out too long, come straight home since you are probably tired.” Your mom said before ending the call. You entered the park to get a closer look at who was playing. The familiar surroundings of the night sky and the wind brushing against your face. The player stopped and looked your way, the clouds moved away from the moon’s light to show Calum with a soccer ball under his foot, a soft expression rested on his face. “Sorry, this is the way home.” You said awkwardly pointing at the distance. “Oh, are you coming from your congratulations party?” Calum asked. “Ah, no, I came from school… I accidentally fell asleep in the locker rooms.” You said with a blush growing on your face. He held in his laugh and smiled at you, “I see… You know, you played a really good game tonight.” He said walking up to you. “Yeah but we fell short because of me too… Ah, but you must have felt really great winning for your team and have the crowd scream your name.” You said and he looked away before giving a small smile, “how did you- ah, well everyone did talk about it… I mean the feeling was great but this shouldn’t be about me, what’s happening now is that your team finished the season, so… Congratulations…?” “(Y/N)…. and thanks Calum… I mean, winning would feel so much better, but a good break from playing is just as good.” You admitted before adjusting your bag on your shoulders. “I should probably go….” “Alright, I guess I’ll see you next week?” He wondered. “Yeah…. Hey Calum?” You asked turning your head back to him, “how love have you been here? Were you always practicing here?” You asked. “Y-yeah, I didn’t feel like going to the party myself, so I’ve been practicing here since the game ended. Watching you guys play made me want to practice.” He answered and you nodded your head and gave him another goodbye. You slowly walked out of the park and headed towards your street trying hard to recall your dream but with no luck. “Fate, why did you waste it on him.” You asked and clenched your heart feeling your face grow warm.


Everyone always expected that a, ‘soulmate dream’ was going to be meaningful and deep. You would dream about some adventure in the city late at night looking at the sunrise, but to be realistic your dreams always involved movies and fried chicken. You laid in bed staring at the ceiling of your room, sighed, and placed your hand on your empty stomach. “I want chicken…” You mumbled absentmindedly and picked up your ringing phone that was at the side of your pillow, “(Y/N)? Don’t tell me you’re still asleep, you said we were going to hang out today.” Your friend said the moment you answered. “I’m sorry, I was invested in a dream… Are you at the meet up yet?” “Nope, I’m about to leave though, you better be there before I do.” “I promise I will, bye.” You said before hanging up and swinging your feet off the bed. You took a moment to fully wake up before changing into your clothes and grabbing your backpack. Today you decided that you wanted to sleep over at your friends house for a movie marathon, before all that the two of you wanted to have some fun in the shopping center and go sales hunting. You took the city bus to the shopping center and met up with your friend who just arrived in front. “a second late, that is better than your past times.” Your friend said with a grin. “Let’s not talk about it and just start shopping.” You commented and headed inside to one of the first stores you saw with a big sale sign propped in the front. “So what kind of dream did you have this time? This chicken soulmate of yours.” Your friend asked while checking out a rack full of 70% off clothes. “It’s the same as usual, except this time I guess an order was wrong and an old lady was yelling and waving her fist.” You said trying to remember her exact words, “ ‘I told you that I wanted white meat, white meat chicken, and where is that Mardi Gras honey mustered sauce I wanted?’ ‘Ma’am this is not Popeye’s we don’t sell that here.’ ‘I am the customer, don’t sass me.’” You reenacted with your voice impressions and your friend laughed. “Your soulmate has it rough.” Your friend said. “It’s so sad.” You said with a chuckle and took out a blouse and looked at the mirror, “… What if he isn’t what I expect?” You wondered. “(Y/N), don’t act as if you are out of his league, you haven’t even met the guy and you think he’s already lame?” Your friend said and you gave her a sheepish smile. “I didn’t mean it like that… My life is just as dull, and if you put dull and dull together you just get something so boring and one dimensional. Is this soulmate and fate thing really that accurate?” “It is.” Your friend said bluntly. “Well that’s easy for you to say because you already have your soulmate!” You pointed out. “Yes I do, and just like you, I was just as skeptical about the dreams, but once you meet your soulmate, time just stops and you feel that connection despite all those dull night shift chicken dreams.” Your friend said before patting your shoulder, “let’s hurry up and buy something before renting the movies.” Your friend said giving you a reassuring smile. After checking out a few more clothing stores, the two of you headed into the video rental and scanned the racks for movies. “Okay, I got a Lion King, She’s The Man, White Chicks, and The Grudge, are we done here?” Your friend asked. “Wait, I’m trying to search for one more movie…” You said scanning the sci-fi movies in the ‘s’ section. “I swear to god if you are trying to find Sharknado-” “No, I’m looking for Starwars, I got episode III but I also want to get episode VII.” You said. “If it isn’t there, it isn’t there.” “But the Ewoks!” You insisted but your friend slowly dragged you away from the rack. The two of you were looking at the DVD’s in your hands and wondered why it was taking a while for the person in front of you to hurry and pay. “I’ll be taking these and I have my discount right?” He said and the cashier looked at him awkwardly. “No you don’t have your discount and your total is the regular price.” She said and waited for his payment. “But I have a workers discount.” “But you don’t work here anymore.” She says bluntly and the guy stood there silent for a moment and awkwardly took back his DVD’s. “Could you maybe make an exception?” “No way Ashton.” She said. “Mannn… You are cold.” He mumbled. “Well that’s how life is, you shouldn’t have made the counter your drum kit, now pay up, you have money from selling chicken right?” “Not enough, ugh, never mind I’ll put these back.” He said pouting. “Ah wait!” Your friend said pointing at his DVD choices, “that’s the movie you wanted right (Y/N)?” Your friend asked and you glanced at him. “Y-Yeah it is but-” “Do you want to borrow it? It’s fine, I was going to put them back.” Ashton said and held the DVD in front of you. You glanced at him and observed him for a moment before thanking him and taking the DVD. He gave you a smile and proceeded to put the movies back on the shelves. You and your friend were sharing the cost and while the two of you were paying you couldn’t help but watch Ashton pout as he put back the DVD’s. You were holding in your laugh and he pushed back his curls from his face and glanced up at you and smiled again. You looked away and quickly followed your friend out of the store…. You kept thinking about that guy from the video store, you thought it was just a coincidence that he used to work at the video store and that he currently works in a fast food chicken joint. “Maybe… he is the one.” You thought to yourself with a blush growing on your cheeks and heart beating fast…. “Pft as if he’s out of my league haha.” You thought again and chuckled. Your friend threw a kernel of popcorn at you, “(Y/N) really? How could you laugh when Mufasa just died!” She says acting offended and threw another popcorn. “I’m sorry, I was in deep thought!” You defended and took the bowl away from her. The two of you laughed and continued your movie marathon while finally introducing your friend to what Ewoks were. “They are so adorable.” Your friend pointed out, “and to think that guy had that DVD too, too bad he couldn’t borrow it… Hey, do you think he’s your soul– and you’re sleep.” Your friend said while staring at you curled up on the couch. You wanted to respond and defend yourself from her crazy theory, but sleep was starting to take you over as well as your dreams…. A near empty store, but you weren’t allowed to leave your shift. You were covering for the rest of the staff, all who were older than you and gave you the task to hold the fort for the night while they decided to have late night drinking. You were still the new guy, and you knew it would take months until another new guy would take your place and do everything you say. Your heart was beating, and your face was feeling warm and you wondered if it was because you were around too much chicken and it was making you nauseous or because of that encounter at the video store. In some way, even if it was for a brief moment, you wanted to see that person again…. Your eyes opened and started to adjust to the lighting, you squinted at the screen and saw that it was Luke talking to Darth Vader, his father Anakin, in his final moments. You sat up and rubbed your head, “That was short, are you gonna knock out again? Or do you want to put on the next movie after this?” Your friend asked, still looking wide awake. You were silent for a moment and thought about the fragments of your dream, “I…. Want chicken.” You mumbled. “Chicken? At this time?” “I just…. Really wanna eat fried chicken.” You said again and looked at your friend straight in the eyes. She was reading your expression and thought for a moment, “you are so lucky I live in walking distance of the shopping center…. Just remember to bring a coat, don’t be out for too long, and bring back a bucket for when we watch The Grudge.” Your friend said with a small smile. You grabbed your hoodie from your bag and your wallet before taking a night walk to KFC, which was the first chicken place you thought of even though there was 3 other choices. You saw from the window that Ashton was standing by the cashier with his head dosing off. You entered and he bolted up and readied himself into the typical work mode, “welcome to KFC may I take your order-” You said with his voice fading. You took notice that it was you and that you weren’t just a figment of his imagination, he scratched his head awkwardly knowing that he didn’t want to be seen again in a uniform. “Hey… You’re the girl from the movie store.” “Yeah…” You said awkwardly. “How’d you like the movie?” “It was really good, I wanted to borrow it because I wanted to show my friend the Ewoks and that famous scene between Luke and Darth Vader having his redemption before death.” You said, “however I dozed off from eating a lot of junk food and having a kanack attack.” You said feeling slightly embarrassed. “So, why are you here so late?” He asked again with a slight smile on his face. “For chicken of course… I woke up and I just…. Wanted a $5 Fill Up…” You said. “To go?” He asked while pushing in the buttons of your order.” “Uh, for here… I’ll buy a bucket of chicken later to go though, I just feel like eating something now and…. Stay a bit.” You said and paid. “Of course.” He said and gave you your change. He gave you your meal and you took the tray, “uhm…. you don’t look busy…. do you want to keep me company?” You asked. Ashton took a moment and looked around but eventually gave in to your offer, the both of you sat down on a table near the window. “Uhm… My name’s (Y/N).” You introduced before taking a sip of your soda. He smiled and rested his chin on his hand, “I’m Ashton.” he said before changing the subject to anything but chicken.


You were never really one for dreams, you grew up with strict parents and taught to be studious to benefit your future. There were no dreams, only harsh realities. However, your mind could not control what you dream of and neither could your parents. When you closed your eyes at night, you let your mind wander into these uncontrollable dreams and from the small fragments you remember when waking up, you could hear the sound of a piano playing, the chords from a acoustic guitar, and singing into a camera while glancing at lyrics of some pop song. You knew that in your reality you couldn’t sing a single note or play a single chord, but in your dreams it was possible since your soulmate could do it for you. “Hey (Y/N), do you want to come to the benefit concert on Friday? A lot of the students here are going to perform so I thought we should go for support.” Your friend said and you thought for a moment. “I don’t know… My parent’s have a strict rule and would want me to go home…” You mumbled. “Can’t you just lie and say you are helping to organize it?” Your friend asked grinning. “Me? Lie?” You said as if it was the most impossible thing for you to do. “(Y/N), you’re a good kid right?” “I guess?” “And your parents trust you?” “Just barely.” “Well, if you say it’s for school, and it’s for extra credit, then they will let you go right?” Your friend asked and you took a moment to think again. “You’ve turned down almost all of my concert invites, at this rate you won’t find your soulmate.” Your friend says while recalling all the details you said referring to your dreams. “This is the last concert of the school year… Make it count, and even if fate didn’t lead you to him yet, then it’s fine as long as you make memories right?” Your friend says again and you gave a small smile. “You’re right… For you I will try my best to lie.” “For me and for fate to lead you to your Mr. Tall, Tan, and Handsome.” Your friend says and you let out a laugh. “Are you saying that my dream guy is Spongebob from that one episode?” “The way you describe him make’s it seem so.” Your friend said before throwing their arm around you and walk down the hall to your next class…. “You want to go where on Friday?” Your father asked while his eyes were on the local news channel. “I want to go to the benefit concert that is on Friday, me and a few friends are going for extra credit.” You insisted. “Extra credit? Why would you need extra credit? Are you failing a class?” Your mother asked. “No, but extra credit is always nice to have in case I do need it…” You said before looking at your dad again. He sighed and looked at you, “when do you need to be there and what time does it end?” He asked. “It starts at 6 and ends at 10:30.” You answered. “10:30? Who sings for 5 and a half hours?” He questions thinking that it was the most ridiculous timing ever. “There are a lot of acts, and it is a benefit concert so there will be a lot of entertainment to raise money.” You explained. Your dad’s lips pursed and he looks at you again, “When is your shift over?” “I have to work the whole day.” “Can you leave at 10?” “They need people to help clean up afterwards.” You answered again and felt the tension in your stomach. Your dad sighed again and moved his attention back to the TV, “fine, but when the concert is over I will already be there 10:30 sharp, and you better be there, I won’t wait.” “Of course… thank you dad.” You said before being dismissed. You went up to your room and brought out your phone to text your friend. You felt a large weight off your shoulders and took a moment to breathe from holding in in from all the tension. When Friday came around you met your friends at the plaza of campus. Tents were propped up and tables were set, there were even booths with small servings of food from local businesses. Music played and each performer had a 3 song set list. Once in a while your friend would ask if the performer reminded you of your fragmented dream, but each ask was always a no. Eventually you stepped away from the cheering crowd and went to the side to get food from one of the booths. While waiting in line your friend called out to someone they knew, “Luke! Hey.” Your friend waved. “Hey, I didn’t think you would come.” “Of course I would, I am a fan of the arts.” Your friend says proudly, “oh, this is (Y/N), and (Y/N), this is Luke.” Your friend introduces and Luke gave you a small wave. You nodded and stood awkwardly quiet as they continued their conversation. “(Y/N),” Luke called out and faced you, “I’ve never seen you here before, well I’ve seen you in school, I just never see you at events…. If that makes sense.” He says awkwardly while fixing his hair away from his face. “(Y/N)’s parent’s are a little strict, she has to study like a hundred hours a day.” Your friend says. “That is impossible considering there’s 24 hours in a day.” You pointed out. “Anyway, she lied for the first time to see the final concert of the school year.” “I see, then I guess you’re lucky.” Luke says. “Why is that?” You asked. “I’m actually performing tonight, the teachers asked and I agreed.” He said and gestured to his guitar bag that he was carrying around his shoulder. “You are really serious about this music thing aren’t you?” Your friend says. “YouTube covers aren’t enough, I gotta get out there a bit.” Luke admits with a sheepish smile and turns to you, “well (Y/N), since you went through all the trouble to make it here I’ll be sure not to suck.” he says giving you a thumbs up and smile. “Good luck.” You said before waving him off to the stage to prepare. You and your friend sat on one of the free tables and tried to finish the food you bought so you could go with the crowd to see him perform. When the both of you were finished the sky started to turn dark and the performance lights started to grow brighter. “Alright everyone, today we have our final performer for the night before we wrap up this program, again I would like to thank all of you here today that donated and all proceeds will go to the charity to fund education. We have Luke Hemmings who is one of our students here and he has prepared us a song tonight, give him encouragement and have a great night. Your principal said before letting Luke take the stage. You could see other students on the side giggling and some already leaving the moment he started strumming, but you stayed with your friend and several others who wanted to give him a chance. The song sounded familiar, the guitar’s chords and the way his hands changed to play a different sound. His performance was nostalgic and in a way you couldn’t stop watching. Halfway through singing, “Forever Your Father” you could see Luke smile genuinely at the crowd. You couldn’t help but feel your lips curve into a smile as well and for a split second you thought he glanced your way. When the performance was over you knew you had 10 minutes to get your things and head to the car where your dad was waiting. You congratulated Luke when him and his friends gathered your way. “You were amazing.” You complimented and she gave you a small smile, “thank you, I’m glad you liked it, I’m glad this much people actually stayed.” “Because you were good, the people who left were missing out.” His friend says and nudged his arm. “Oh, (Y/N), if you want, my friends and I are going to McDonalds for a late night hang, you and your friend are invited.” Luke offered. “Shoots.” Your friend said and you hesitated and looked at the time, “I… Have to go.” You said sadly. Luke looked slightly disappointed but reassured with a smile, “then next time?” He wondered. You smiled and started to walk back when you saw that it was 5 minutes left, “next time for sure, I’ll… Think of another lie.” You said and Luke smiled at you feeling honored. The moment you got to the front, your father pulled up on the side and you entered the car. You looked back at Luke from the distance and wondered if this entire night was planned by fate.

A/N: Soooo… I made a new series and I was quite nervous because everyone did Soulmate at some point and it was really popular and I knew that there were a lot of good stories. I decided to step onto the bandwagon and contribute but I was nervous because I know that if I’m going to do Soulmate, I gotta do it right. Soooo here is the first part and the second part will come out soon, if you guys liked it I would totes like to know…. but yeah…. The concept of this story is like the video “The Last” by Wong Fu productions and so that was my inspiration…. yeah.Thank you again my brohai for encouraging this and I hope you liked it and I hope many others do too.

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