#I thought I’d hear what I heard from my cousin the ‘nooo but your hair is so pretty don’t chop it off >:(‘ thing

[nonbinarychaoticstupid]

fifteen (hugging each other) if you want? (any ship/pairing/anything you feel like) aaaa

:0 skjckiskjdshd i was going to do carulia bc AA but then i fell into the lumity hyperfixation and this was born dksjdjksdjknjf this is the fastest i have ever written for a prompt

ft amity being ridiculously soft and in love and probably a lot of spelling mistakes idk

They drop Willow and Gus at their respective homes before midnight sets in - Amity even helps Gus crawl in through his window, which is nice of her, Luz thinks. She's too sore and tired to do anything except stand behind her, watching the street in case Odalia comes tearing down it on top of another abomination (probably with teeth this time, because who knows what happened after they ran away from the warehouse), gripping her sore arm and thinking about how her heart started pounding in her ears earlier, how she flushed when Amity grabbed her shoulder and hurried her outside and had to stare determinedly at the stars for a good ten minutes before she could look her in the eyes again, how -

"Luz?"

She jumps. It's Amity - of course it's Amity, she's been anxiously hovering around her and mumbling apologies for her parents since they were sure they weren't being followed - and she's holding out her hand and offering her a small, awkward half-smile, and Luz's heart gives a funny little jump, and then a second as she takes it and laces their fingers together.

And then a third, this time for a different reason altogether, when Gus pokes his head out of the window above them and waves.

Amity waves back (She really likes us now, Luz thinks, grinning up at the illusion of Gus's disembodied head propped on his balcony), and when they set off down the street, she feels her own grip tighten ever so slightly around her hand.

She lets out a long breath. Everything is fine. It's a beautiful, silent night, and she's wandering down the prettiest street in Bonesborough and holding Amity's hand, and there's still abomination gunk in her hair, but everything is... fine. Great, actually. And Amity is smiling, which is awesome, because Luz has never seen her smile at anything like that before.

She could get used to it, honestly.

Amity glances at her and smiles again, softer, slower. "You're making your idea face."

Luz blinks, resists the urge to reach up and feel exactly what face she's making. "Oh, am I? I have an idea face? That's pretty cool, actually. Or is it? Because then everyone knows what I'm thinking. Nah, still cool. I have an idea face. Yeah. I'm intimidating and cool. A bad boy, if you will."

She laughs. (Luz's heart does the funny little jumping thing again. She wonders, distantly, if it shows.) "The literal walking definition of a bad boy, you goof."

"Baddest boy in the Boiling Isles. Lesser witches cower before my star power."

Amity laughs again. She has a really nice laugh (like, wow), and it's still making something in her chest feel funny. "Luz the Bad Boy," she says, somewhat giddily.

"Azura the Good Witch and her edgy cousin." She squeezes Amity's hand, swinging their interlaced fingers between them. It's not often they get moments together like this, and she's starting to understand now what it is that's making her heart race and her breathing feel funny, and she thinks, a little distantly, that spending time alone with Amity is going to be - weird now, and - "I'd read that book."

"Please don't tell me the next thing we do is write it."

"Oh, we?" Luz turns to grin at her. "There's a we now?"

And Amity - Amity flushes.

"Yes - I, um - a - a we, sure, I don't - I dunno, uh - we as - as in - um -" She bites the inside of her cheek, glancing away, and Luz's heart does the jumping thing again.

"Wow, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she mumbles, grip loosening on her hand, and she chews on her lip and squeezes it tighter. It probably isn't the best move, but Amity... Amity seems to respond well to it - she squeezes her hand back, and when they round a corner and officially make it out of the main town, Luz notices that they're walking in sync. The realisation makes her smile.

"Amity," she begins, and Amity jumps.

"Hm?"

"Are you gonna go back to your parents tonight? I - I don't think that's really safe. You - you could - uh, you could stay with us, if you want. Just until school tomorrow. King won't sleep on your clothes if I tell him not to, I swear."

She smiles at her over the space between them - the same soft, slow smile that made Luz's heart do the Thing again earlier. "I - thanks for the offer, but I'll probably go to Skara's. She's used to it. Me coming over after an incident, I mean."

"Stuff like that's happened before?" Luz whispers, and she meant it to sound casual, not... tense. "I'm - I'm really sorry, Amity. I'm sorry for pushing you earlier."

Amity shrugs. "You didn't know. It's not like I go around telling people. And it's not - it's not a big deal, anyway."

"Amity, that necklace -"

"Luz," she mumbles, not unkindly. "It's not a big deal. I can handle it. I've got Edric and Emira."

"And your father?"

She shrugs again, slower this time. "He doesn't care. Mom could dangle us over the edge of a cliff and he'd be more concerned with the soil density than, you know, his children."

Luz can't think of anything to say except "I'm sorry." She reaches out with her free hand, touches Amity's shoulder, and she gives her a long, warm look. And they fall silent.

And Amity's head falls gently onto her shoulder.

--

The silence lasts for the majority of the walk home, right up until they make it into the woods, and then Amity lifts her head from Luz's shoulder and murmurs, "It's really pretty out here at night, isn't it?"

Looking over at her and saying yeah, it is would be the obvious and cliché thing to do, and also Amity would notice and probably laugh at her, so Luz stares determinedly again at the sky for the second time tonight and chokes out, "Yup. Really pretty. Love living out here. Especially at night."

Amity giggles, and it's the most undignified and adorable sound she's ever heard come out of her mouth. "You're a dork."

"Biggest dork on the Boiling Isles. Baddest boy around. My list of qualifications just keeps on growing."

She laughs again. And Luz realises that ever since they escaped the warehouse, she's been... relaxed. Not happy, because dealing with a mother like that probably couldn't leave her feeling particularly cheerful, but... open. Softer, warmer. And she thinks it's because of the absence of the necklace.

They stop not far from the Owl House, in the shelter of a large tree she knows, logically, isn't oak, but looks too close to be anything but. Amity's head falls back onto her shoulder again. She makes a soft, contented noise (and the Thing happens again, and she thinks, wow), and mumbles, "You're thinking about the necklace, aren't you?"

"I didn't say anything. That was all you. But yes, I am curious. D'you - d'you want to talk about it?"

A long, almost languid shrug. She reminds Luz of a cat sometimes. "She used it to talk to me. And, uh - and keep me in line, I guess. Threaten me where no-one else could hear it. Where Dad couldn't stop it. Yeah, he did try to stop it sometimes. Mostly because he seems to draw the line at physical injury he can't explain to the authorities." The corners of her mouth twitch up, and Luz has to shake herself.

"That's awful," she breathes, feeling small. "That's horrible, Amity, I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Amity detaches herself from Luz's side, and her hair is messy and sticking to the side of her face and when she steps away and turns to face her she keeps a hold of her hand. "Come on, I'll walk you to the door."

Luz smiles at her.

--

Amity lets go of her hand when they get to the porch. (Luz tries not to visibly frown at the loss of her presence.) She makes it all the way to the door, Amity trailing behind her with an odd, uncertain expression, and then something shifts a little within her ribcage and she spins around and flings herself into her arms, and Amity yelps and stumbles back a little, and then she loops her arms around her shoulders and hugs her back.

Luz likes hugging Amity.

It's such a simple thought, and it makes her feel so strangely delighted. They fit perfectly between each other's arms, and in the half-dark, lit only by the dim, guttering light from the lamps inside the house itself, and she has the feeling that the only reason Hooty isn't directly behind them making some snide comment is because Lilith is inside and entertaining him, thank G0d.

Something like five minutes pass - I've been hugging Amity for five whole minutes, oh my gosh - and then she hears, somewhere to her left, "Uh, Luz?"

"Hm?"

"This is nice."

She settles her head on Amity's shoulder. "It is."

"I think I have to let go now."

"Nooo..." She buries her head in Luz's hoodie, just gently enough to make her heart do the Thing again, and sighs, and Luz laughs.

"You okay there?"

"Don't get a lot of hugs."

"Mm. You can still stay with us tonight if you want." ('Don't get a lot of hugs.')

Amity shakes her head. "I'm good. Thank you, though."

"Thank you for saving my life today. You were awesome. You are awesome. I can't imagine doing anything like that."

"Luz," she says, warmly, softly, "You do it all the time."

And with that, she steps back, lets go of her entirely, and practically skips into the night, leaving Luz to stare after her and wonder why she left so fast, and spend the rest of the night agonising over this weird, warm feeling buzzing away in her chest.

#sep texxt #ask #sandiegocarmen #luz you're in LOVE #sep's writing #toh #the owl house #lumity #luz #luz noceda #amity #amity blight #gosh. gay. #tw abuse #tw abuse mention #toh spoilers

[yoongi-sugaglider]

Serendipity

Oneshot request

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, ouch, pain, I cried a lot writing this.

BTS x friend reader

“Jingle bells. Jingle bells. Jingle all the wayyy....”

The mall was full. Crowds of families chattering joyfully as they made their way in and out of stores decorated brightly for the holidays. I sighed as I walked, shaking my head as I glanced down at the half marked off list. There was no way I was going to be able to get everything with this crowd.

My stomach growled, signalling to me just how long I’d been wandering around. With another sigh I turned around and began making my way towards the food court.

“Ya! I told you the audio equipment store was on the second floor! This is what you get for not listening to me?”

Was that Korean?

I glanced around, not sure if I was hearing right. I’d taken several korean classes last semester so that I could intern in Seoul over the summer, but hearing the language in an over crowded mall threw me a little.

A group of young men stood huddled around one of the large mall displays, staring intently at the mall map while arguing among themselves.

“Hyung, I thought you were an expert in English, how come we’ve been going around in circles for the last hour?” One of the younger men pouted, running a hand through his silver colored hair as another with golden blonde hair hung off of him with his arms wrapped around his neck.

“I can read it just fine! It’s not my fault maps are so confusing to follow.” The pink haired young man that spoke tugged down the black mask covering the lower half of his face as he squinted at the map. His face was laced with confusion as he glanced around, trying to spot the escalators leading to the upper floors.

“Aish...couldn’t we just stop someone and ask? Wouldn’t it be easier that way?” The red haired man speaking stepped away from the group, staring around at the crowd flowing along to either side of them.

“We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves Hobi. It’s bad enough we all decided to come out together…” The one with mint green hair smacked the one called Hobi on the chest.

“I swear if I hear Jingle bells one more time I’m going to riot…” The youngest of the group gagged, turning away from them. Noticing me staring he stiffened, elbowing the brown haired man standing next to him.

“Hyung...hyung she’s staring.” He muttered, causing me to blush immediately.

“I...I’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare.” I hastily said, stepping forward and shifting the ungodly amount of bags hanging off of my shoulder.

The 7 men turned to look at me, those wearing face masks pulling them into place to cover their faces.

“I couldn’t help but hear you all speaking in Korean and well...if you’re lost…”

The pink haired man, the one I sort of assumed was the leader of the group stepped forward. “You speak korean well Miss.”

I blushed, bowing my head slightly in thanks. “I took a bunch of classes. My seonsaeng said I took well to the language and referred me to a company her cousin works at for a summer internship.Some...music company called Big Fit...or..was it Big Hit...I think that’s it. It’s an up and coming music company. And since I’m majoring in MDI and entertainment management she thought it would be a great opportunity for me.”

The men all visibly stiffened when I mentioned the company, but I decided not to pay it any attention considering just how nervous they were already acting. Of course, it was an unfamiliar country, and they were surrounded by a madhouse full of people that didn’t speak a word of their native language. No wonder, I would be nervous too.

Flashing a bright smile I waved at the map. “Don’t worry, doesn’t matter what language it’s in a mall map will forever remain confusing.”

The guys chuckled, visibly relaxing.

“Hey...do you think you could show us around?” The redhead who’s name I’d heard as Hobi earlier asked. He smiled, his face lighting up like a ray of sunshine.

The two younger men grinned, slinging an arm around each other as they leaned in closer. “Hey yea! Having such an adorable translator would be great!” The silver haired man cheered.

“Much better looking than Namjoon hyung and his weird pink hair that’s for sure!” Said the youngest.

“Hey, Namjoon is doing his best Jungkook. With everything else he’s been having to translate lately it’s no wonder his brain is fried.” The blonde nudged himself in between the silver haired man and the youngest,draping an arm over each of them despite his shorter stature.

I couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up,covering my mouth with one hand while shifting the dozens of bags on my other arm. One slipped,causing the rest to shift and drop instantly to the floor. Something shattered.

“Shit…” Dropping to my knees I began shifting through the bags, panic filling me as I pulled out the ceramic figurine that I’d bought for my grandmother. “Nooo.” I whimpered, staring down at the broken bits of clay shifting around in the bottom of the box.

“Oh no! Is it broken?” The one they’d referred to as Namjoon dropped to his knees before me, gently taking the box from me and holding it up to the light. The one with mint green hair crouched down beside him, taking the box before standing back up again.

“It..it was for my grandmother…” I heaved a sigh, going back to rifling through the rest of the bags in case anything else was broken. Thankfully nothing else was.

Wiping at my face I shook my head to clear it. “S..sorry. It’s just...she collected those when she was alive...and...I wanted to bring one to her grave before...the year was out.”

“Hey,hey now don’t cry pretty lady.” The eldest of the group stepped forward, holding out a hand and helping me to my feet.

“I’m sure we can get another one to replace it.” Hobi smiled, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. “I remember the map saying the figurine store was right next to the electronics store right Tae?”

The one with silver hair nodded, his adorable boxy smile spreading with ease. ”Yea, we were going to get ballerina figures for Suzy noona and the other wardrobe noonas!”

“Hey that’s perfect!” The blonde haired young man chirped, bouncing up and down happily. “We could get the pretty noona to help us with our shopping and we can help her carry her bags!”

To say I was blushing was the understatement of the century. 7 hot and obviously adorable guys walking around the mall with me? I died right? Had to have like...slid on a patch of black ice on the way to the mall and ended up in a ditch on the side of the road.

Yea...I’m in a coma at the hospital right now, breathing my last and this is God’s way of leading me into the afterlife.

“Hey, you alright?”

I blinked slowly, snapping back into reality to see a mint haired angel frowning down at me in concern as he slowly tugged down his mask.

Wait...angel? No, he was just a guy. Laughing to myself I shook my head.

“Sorry, yeah, I’m fine ah…”

“Yoongi, Min Yoongi.” He smiled before turning to the others.

“That’s Taehyung, or Tae.” The one with silver hair waved cheerfully.

“Namjoon our unofficial leader and self proclaimed expert in English.” The pink haired man nodded shyly, tugging off his mask as well and smiling just enough to show off the most adorable dimples I’d ever seen.

“The red head is Hoseok but we like to call him Hobi or Jhope, depending on the situation. The blonde shorty is Jimin.”

“Hey I’m not a shorty! I’m only a centimeter shorter than you hyung!” Jimin pouted, his arms folded over his chest in a mock pout.

Yoongi shook his head, waving Jimin away before continuing. “The youngest of us is Jungkook better known as Muscle head. And our eldest is Jin.” The two nodded, the eldest throwing me a wink to die for while the youngest blushed and ducked his head in a bow.

“Watch out for Jin, he’s puns are only as deadly as his idea that he’s…” Yoongi whispered to me but was almost immediately interrupted.

“World Wide Handsome at your service!” Jin announced, offering my another wink and a flying kiss that seemed like it was second nature to him.

Shaking my head I chuckled, catching the imaginary kiss and blowing one back.

“Ya!” Jin clutched at his chest dramatically, staggering into Hobi who grabbed onto him and then spun him away to face plant right into the mall map.

The group of men broke into various states of laughter. Namjoon helped Jin regain his footing, patting him gently on the shoulder.

“I’ve never had one blown back. Be still my beating heart!” Jin shook his head in an exaggerated movement and I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped at his antics.

“Alright you’ve convinced me.” I announced to the cheers of those gathered around me. Hobi and Jimin grabbed my bags as Jungkook and Taehyung shoved Yoongi out of the way and hooked their arms with mine.

“Alright new prettier leader! Lead the way!” They shouted, dang near in unison before beginning to tug me along with them.

“Uh...guys?” I snickered, pulling the two energetic boys to a stop. “Escalator's the other way.” The two stopped, staring at each other and blinking slowly.

“Oh...right…” Tae said as I detached myself from them and turned around to the rest of the group.

“Guys you don’t have to carry my bags. Honest I can carry them myself.” I tried to take the bags back but, seeing as the two were much taller than me, they simply danced out of reach while holding the bags over my head and giggling.

“Now now, it’s the least we can do.” Yoongi said, giving me a shy smile as he ducked his head in the direction of the escalators.

“Yoongi hyung’s right.” Hobi said as he tugged the bags he held over his shoulder. “You’re helping us out and we really don’t want anything else breaking right? Besides, the 7 of us are great company, we promise you’ll have the most fun you’ve ever had shopping.”

Jin moved beside me, offering me his arm with an adorable grin on his face.

“Me lady?” He asked, his eyes sparkling with humor.

Patting his arm I grinned. “Nice arm you got there Jin hyung.”

Yoongi burst into laughter, shoving a stunned Jin forward who stumbled before regaining his footing.

“Come on guys, enough playing around we’ve got shopping to do and we don’t want to waste Miss..ah...wait.” Namjoon suddenly looked unsure of himself.

“Y/n. Y/n Y/ln.” Sticking out my hand Namjoon shook it enthusiastically.

“Right! We don’t wanna waste Miss y/n’s time.”

“Ew, please just y/n. Calling me Miss makes me sound all old.” I cringed, throwing him a reassuring smile as his friends laughed at his awkwardness.

Jimin bounced forward, grabbing my hand and swinging it happily. “Alright! Let’s go shopping!”

***

Several stores and a load more bags dispersed between the 7 men later found us standing just outside a store catering to hats. Something Jungkook and Yoongi had seemed so enthusiastic about that the boys and I couldn’t help but allow them to browse to their heart’s content.

We’d stopped at the food court for a quick bite to eat, something entertaining in itself considering my escorts. Jungkook and Jin had competed in an eating contest, to the pure entertainment of Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jimin. The two had cheered them on to the point that Yoongi and Namjoon had to step in and shush them before they drew attention to themselves.

Not really sure why the attention would have bothered them, but I didn’t think much of it considering I’d sort of agreed with them. With the crowds the way they were it was a surprise there hadn’t been any riots yet or the sound of sobbing children.

I leaned up against the wall just outside of the hat store, my eyes restlessly scanning the crowd of chattering families rushing by.

“Something bothering you?” Hobi asked, his shoulder bumping into mine as he came up to stand beside me. He’d pulled his face mask back on but I could tell he was worried for me by the crease in his eyebrows.

“I don’t know honestly. Something just feels off…” My voice trailed off and I shook the feeling away, shooting him a smile that I hoped reassured him more than it did me.

“Hey if something’s bothering you or you have to go we’ll understand.” Jimin said from the other side of me, his face looking equally concerned.

“No..no I’m sure it’s nothing. Crowds just make me nervous is all. Bad things always tend to happen when we least expect it…” I shrugged, waving Yoongi and Jungkook down as they made their way out of the store, another few bags added to the several they already held.

“Jeeze, with all the shopping you guys have done a girl would think you were buying gifts for an army.” I giggled, shaking my head and turning away to march on. What I didn’t notice was the wide eyed look the boys gave each other.

“She isn’t one is she?” Tae asked Yoongi as they lagged a few steps behind the rest.

“Nah, I think we would have caught her slipping up by now if that were the case.” Yoongi’s voice was reassuring enough and his words seemed to placate Taehyung for the time being.

A few stores down though, Tae immediately brightened, Rushing up to where Namjoon and I were chatting away.

“Hyung! Noona! Wait! It’s..it’s!!” He pointed at the store to our left and my eyes widened almost as much as Tae’s did.

“The Gucci store!” We said almost in unison.

The others groaned, each shaking their head or dragging their groan out in exaggerated exasperation.

“Not you too! And here I thought you were normal like the rest of us.” Jin grumbled, but Tae and I didn’t hear him.

Instead, hooking our arms together we raced into the store, skidding to a stop and staring gap mouthed at the dazzling displays around us.

“Tae look it’s the limited edition Christmas beanie!” I squealed, dragging him over to the display.

“I thought they were only selling a thousand of them!” He groaned, his fingertips reaching out as if he wanted to touch it but was too afraid it was a mirage.

“Ohhhh Taeeee.” I dragged him deeper into the store, the others trailing not far behind as they spread out to browse the merchandise as well.

“Tae Tae oh my god you would look so good in this suit!” I fingered the grey material, admiring the darker grey patterning printed throughout.

“Aiyooo...You’re not wrong.” His eyes scanned the length of it, admiring it from all sides as my attention drew elsewhere.

“Oh...oh yes!” I skipped over to where Yoongi stood, admiring a display of silk chokers printed with the signature gucci pattern. Snagging one with small colorful flowers printed on it I grinned at Yoongi before darting away. He laughed to himself, finding my actions endearing.

“Alright Tae, close your eyes!” He giggled and obliged, drawing the attention of Jungkook and Jimin who both wandered over to see what we were up to.

Jin glanced over, nudging Namjoon in the side and pointing in our direction.

Dramatically as I could I stood on tiptoe, reaching around him from the back and draping the choker over his throat. He flinched and chuckled nervously.

“What are you up to?” He asked, his voice slightly wavering with nerves.

“Ah! No peeking!” Jimin giggled, covering Tae’s eyes with his adorably small hands.

“Alright, alright.” Taehyung mumbled, bending his knees slightly so that I didn’t have to stretch as far.

With slow dramatic movements I cinched the clasp on the choker, tying the extra material into a loose bow before bouncing back on the heels of my feet.

“Okay just one more second.” Motioning to the suit behind Jungkook I grinned. He caught on quickly, gently taking the grey suit Tae and I had been eyeing earlier and handing it over to me. I tugged at Tae’s arm, grinning all the while as I led him over to the large mirrors lining one of the store’s walls.

A mother and her young daughter entered the store at that moment, the little girl’s eyes opening wide at the sight greeting her. I grinned over at her, wrinkling my nose and placing one of my fingers to my lips to keep her quiet. She giggled, covering her mouth with both hands and bouncing over to stand in front of a still blinded Taehyung.

“Alright Tae, arms out wide.” He did as I asked, almost as if used to being dressed. The girl giggled again as I slid the suit jacket onto his arms, coming around to the side to adjust it along his front. As he lowered his arms to his side I nodded to Jimin, who gave the little girl a knowing grin laced with the sweetest sugar as he removed his hands from Tae’s eyes.

“Alright, open.”

He complied, blinking a moment to adjust his vision once more to the glaring lights before staring at himself slack jawed in the mirror. “Holy…”

“Wow mister you look so handsome!” The little girl spoke English, and as I quickly translated for her Tae couldn’t help but grin down at her before giving her a coy wink.

She broke out into helpless giggles, covering her mouth with both hands once again as she darted away to where her mother browsed sunglasses beside Namjoon.

“Momma, momma, this place has all the handsome men!” She pointed to the boys in turn before tugging on her mother’s jacket sleeve.

“Momma, this place is better than the toy store!”

Namjoon chuckled, flashing her a dimple filled grin. “Why thank you little Miss.” He said in clear english.

Hobi took the opportunity to make an absolute ham of himself, crouching down before the girl.

“Would you like to see me dance?” His English was a little bit more broken, glancing up at Namjoon with a quirk of his eyebrow. At Namjoon’s approving nod he grinned brighter, turning back to the girl to see her reaction.

Her eyes widened as Jungkook and Jimin came over, each with dazzling smiles of their own as they joined Hobi in the more open section of the store. They nodded at each other before breaking out into synchronized dance. They dipped and swirled, dodging around each other with moves they’d obviously practiced a hundred times before. Tae began singing, to which Jin quickly joined in and despite the fact that they were dancing Jimin and Jungkook joined in as well.

“Day by day, summer, winter, even if you don’t know, you got the best of me!”

Even if they were singing in Korean the little girl was enthralled, clapping her hands together and even attempting to spin the way the boys were. She collapsed against her mother, all smiles and breathless giggles as the impromptu mini performance came to an end.

The employees cheered and clapped as the mother thanked the heavily breathing dancers, complimenting them on their moves and voices. I stood beside Yoongi, taking it all in with a massive grin on my face though he scowled slightly in turn.

I nudged him gently, nodding my chin in their direction as I asked, “They do that often?”

“Only every chance they get.” He said begrudgingly with a shake of his head. “It’s going to get them in trouble on of these days you just watch.” Though his words came off as grumpy his tone didn’t and I could tell he really didn’t mean it by the fond look in his eyes as he watched the group of men fawn over their new young fan.

The door of the store dinged, drawing my attention to the three men that’d made their way into the store. They wore all black and black surgical masks similar to the ones the boys were using but these guys were obviously locals. I nudged Yoongi, who nodded but kept his eyes averted. He’d noticed them as well. Letting out a low whistle he caught Namjoon’s attention who,without drawing attention to himself began wrangling up the others.

“Alright, since our adorable new fan loved this outfit so much I’m buying it.” Taehyung announced as he and Jimin joined Yoongi and I by the wallets.

“Oh sure, I put you in it and it’s passable. But the cute little girl fawns over it and all of a sudden it’s worth buying.” I pretended to pout, turning away from Tae and crossing my arms over my chest.

“Awww, hey don’t be like that. I was talking about you not the little girl.” Tae wrapped his arms around me,lifting me up and spinning me around. I squealed, giggling as I smacked his arms.

“Tae put her down!” Namjoon stepped in, Jin and the others trailing behind him.

Taehyung obliged, setting my delicately on me feet. I stumbled forward into Hobi’s arms, slightly breathless and still full of giggles.

“Ya! Tae you’ve barely known her a few hours you can’t just pick her up like that.” Jin scolded him, smacking him on the back of the head and Namjoon drowned and nodded in agreement.

“Awww,hyung I didn't mean any harm. She was upset and I wanted to cheer her up. And besides! It may have only been a few hours but it feels like we’ve known her forever.” Tae pouted, hanging his head.

“Tae’s right.” Jimin patted the pouting boy on the arm. “She really feels like one of us. Like we reunited with a long lost friend.”

“Definitely haven’t felt like I’ve been hanging with a stranger.” Jungkook joined in, shooting me a massive grin.

“Guyyysss.” I hid my blushing face in Hobi’s arm. My heart glowed with warmth from their kind words.

How is it I could have met such amazing people and formed such an amazing bond with them over such a short period of time?

“Gotta be a coma...yep, definitely standing in front of Saint Peter…”

Yoongi chuckled. “No y/n it’s not a coma. You’re awake we promise.”

“Oh God you heard that?” I squealed, grabbing Hobi’s arms and shoving him in front of me to hide behind him.

The group burst into laughter, reaching around Hobi to pat my arm or say sweet things to cover my embarrassment.

But the laughter was cut short almost instantly. A gunshot rang through the air. I could hear the little girl scream along with her mother as the boys shoved me behind them.

I could feel Jin and Hobi trembling as they held onto me protectively but I couldn’t see much that was going on around their broad shoulders. As I pushed past them more shots rang out.

“Everybody on the ground! Backs up against the wall.”

“Anybody move or try anything stupid and I'm blowing this little shit’s brains all over these fancy ass suits.”

What...what the hell?

My instincts had been right. The three creepy men from earlier....they were behind all this noise.

One stood in front of the doors, a massive semi automatic weapon in hand as he scanned the halls just outside the store. Another stood over by the register, his own weapon held right in the employee’s faces. The third had the little girl in his arms, a pistol pointed right at her temple as she cried and struggled in his arms.

“Please, don’t hurt my baby!” The mother sobbed as Namjoon held tightly to her, keeping her from moving the wrong way and making the men any more aggressive than they already were.

“Shut the fuck up! Everybody get back! Right now!” The one with the little girl waved his gun at us and everyone immediately backed up, huddling together in fear.

“Alright..good...good.” The one pointing his gun at the employees nodded. “If everybody stays calm, then nobody gets hurt and we’ll be in and out. You’ll never have to see us again.”

“That’s right everybody get back!” The one with the child returned the barrel of the gun to the sobbing child’s head, causing her to cry out in fear and the mother to resume her struggles against Namjoon’s arms.

“Please Miss just calm down. Calm down everything is going to be alright.” Namjoon pulled her against his chest, hiding her face so that she wouldn’t have to witness her endangered child’s fear.

“Boss we got 20 and counting.” The goon by the door shouted back into the store.

The apparent leader nodded, motioning his gun towards the store employees. “Alright, empty the register, all the change too. No receipts just the cash.”

The two strung out employees hurried to obey, opening the two registers and beginning to pull out bills and stuffing them into the gucci bag the assailant had provided. After the tills had been emptied he motioned once again towards the rest of us huddled against the wall.

“Alright over you get. I want everyone lined up single file against the wall. No complaints, my associate over there tends to be pretty trigger happy and I won’t be held accountable for what he’s capable of.”

Everyone rushed to comply, standing single file as instructed. I stood between Jimin and Yoongi, Yoongi to my left and Jimin on my right. Yoongi’s fists were clenched with rage and he ground his teeth as if he were ready to do something. I gently took his hand in mine, bringing his furious gaze to mine.

Slowly I shook my head, no this wasn’t something we had any control over or a situation we could do anything about. I tried to communicate to him with my eyes, tried to tell him to stay calm until this was all over. His eyes softened as they held my gaze and he nodded in understanding.

“Alright. I need everyone to empty their pockets. Wallets, cash, cellphones, all in the bags right now.” The leader stood in front of us, going down the line one by one as each person emptied their pockets as told.

Christ...because my day wasn’t weird enough...here I am being freaking robbed...because meeting a bunch of super hot and talented Korean men wasn’t enough, from one extreme to the other right?

Tossing my wallet into the bag was no problem, but my phone gave me pause. It had the only pictures of me and my grandpa on it. I stared down at it as my hand hovered over the bag.

“Hey, we ain’t got time for this, hurry up and put it in the fucking bag bitch!” He yelled, the little one screamed, I dropped my phone instantly into the bag. Sorry grandpa...I’m sorry.

The leader moved on, and when he’d turned his back I saw my chance. I rushed forward, trying to snatch the gun out of his hand, maybe if I could get control of it...But no, he was too quick, and a lot bigger than me. He snatched his arm back, elbowing me in the face before smashing the butt of the gun into the side of my head.

“Fucking stupid bitch!” He shoved me back into the line up. Taehyung and Jin managed to catch me before I hit the floor but I couldn’t tell. All I could see was stars...stars and a bright red rim of anger clouding my vision.

“15 and counting boss.” Yelled the goon by the door.

15...15 till what? Until the cops get here? Until the alarm goes off? As Jin helped steady me on my feet I glanced around. The boys were afraid, I could tell from the way Hobi and Taehyung were clinging to each other. From Jimin’s eyes, wide and filled with tears. Jungkook and Namjoon were quiet, both visibly trembling but trying hard to stay calm in the situation. And Yoongi, Yoongi glared death at the men, as if his look alone could stop them dead where they stood. I had to do something. I had to fix this. The mother looked inconsolable, and I could understand her fear. If I could just...distract them or...get the girl away from the freak with the pistol.

I saw my moment, the leader had his back turned to us once again. And as he spoke to to his idiot compatriot the man lowered his gun from the girl’s head.I slipped out of Jin’s grip, slowly pulling the small bottle of mace I kept in my back pocket out and popping the cap to get ready.

Moving slowly so as not to attract attention I stepped forward. I could see Yoongi watching me, tensing up as if he knew what I was going to do. He nudged Jungkook in the side, bringing the younger man’s attention to me and I brought my focus back to the two infront of me.

It happened in a blur, a steady stream of mace to the guy with the girl’s eyes, snagging her and shoving at the leader at the same time while pushing her back towards Jungkook. The two men screamed, unsure as to what had happened. The maced moron screamed in pain more than anything else, having dropped his weapon in favor of clawing at his eyes. The leader turned, eyes wild as he scanned those pressed up against the wall. His eyes landed on Jungkook and he raised his weapon. Yoongi rushed forward, snagging the dropped gun on the floor but the leader was too quick.

He pulled the trigger, I jumped forward.

A white hot pain laced through my abdomen as I fell to the floor.

“Y/n!” Namjoon?

… I ...can feel his arms, dragging me out of the way. I crack my eyes open to see what’s happening. Yoongi has the gun pressed against the leader’s temple now…

My eyes close as the burning pain spreads...I can feel...warmth...spreading down my legs.

Christ...I didn’t pee myself did I??? N...no…

I open my eyes to glance down again...thank god...no...it’s just blood...don’t think I could live that down if I peed myself in front of all these hot guys…

“Easy there y/n I got you.” I smile up at Namjoon, my arm wrapped tightly around my stomach as I look up again.

Jimin’s taken the gun from the door goon...Taehyung is calling the cops.

“N..Namjoon go help them I’m fine.” My voice...why does it sound like I’m whispering?

But he hears me, he moves away, going to comfort the mother who’s clinging desperately to her daughter. Good...she’s s...safe…

My eyes dart around, Hobi’s got the employees...they’re crying. Ha! Yea I would be too if I had...the...energy…

***

Jimin’s pov

***

I held tightly to the weapon, still trembling from the adrenaline and fear of the situation. In all my years...I don’t think I’ve ever even seen a real gun, let alone holding one like this? I shake my head, glaring at the man on his knees before me. Doesn’t matter what his reason for what he did is, him and his buddies threatened a little kid. I hope they rot for it.

Finally the police arrive, I hand over the weapon to one of the officers and sigh in relief. I can feel the energy slowly draining out of my muscles. Dance practice is nothing compared to what we’ve gone through.

My eyes scan the store, now crowded with people, collecting evidence and cuffing the perps, questioning the witnesses. Namjoon’s talking to one, explaining that we’re from Korea and don’t speak English I’m guessing. Jungkook walks over, his eyes still kind of wild, probably from nerves.

“Hey, Kookie it’s alright.” I try to make my voice soft as I pull my young friend into a hug. It’s easy for me to step into the roll of comfort, it’s what I’m best at. Tae comes over and the three of us crowd together, foreheads pressed together and arms clutching desperately at cloths.

“It’s okay guys, we’re alive, everyone’s alright.” I look around again, see Yoongi hyung comforting Hobi hyung and Jin hyung. Good, they’re alright too.

“Wait..” I pause, panic gripping at my chest. “Where’s y/n?”

Shoving Taehyung off of me I rush to the back of the store, to the place we’d been lined up.

My eyes widen.

My stomach drops to my feet.

I can feel nausea creeping in at the sight before me.

“Oh god there’s so much bl…” I can hear Jungkook and Tae right behind me. One of them is throwing up.

“Shit, shit SHIT!” I’m screaming as I drop down beside her, grabbing at her hands to see where the damage is. There’s a gaping hole...right where her stomach should have been.

“J...Jiminie?” Her voice oh god it’s so weak. She struggles to open her eyes as I smile down at her through the tears.

“Hey, hey there it’s alright I’m here.” I gather her into my arms despite...there’s...so much blood everywhere...why? Why did this happen?

“She...she was trying to..she saved my life…” Jungkook drops to his knees to the other side of her.

“Oh...Kookie...you’re okay..” She smiles weakly at him, reaching out a trembling hand that he grabs almost instantly.

“Yea, yea I’m okay.” He whispers between sobs. “No no, Kookie don’t cry it’s…”she chokes on her words and as she coughs a fresh flow of blood cascades from her lips.

“Y/n no, don’t talk.” Namjoon is beside me, holding her free hand as I cradle her head in my lap. “You’ve got to save your strength, the ambulance is on the way.”

I can’t hold the sobs anymore, leaning my forehead against hers as the pain of the situation rips at my heart.

“Please y/n just...listen to hyung. It’s going to be okay, you just gotta stay awake okay?” I’m begging her and she laughs.

“Silly Jiminie, I’m okay, I’ll be okay...soon as I can feel my legs that is.”

“How can you even make jokes right now?” Hobi’s wiping at his face as he laughs a bitter laugh.

I look up and the other’s are crowded around, each staring down heartbroken.

Yoongi turns away, tears streaming down his cheeks as he clutches at his midsection. Jin catches him just as he drops to the floor.

“Mmm..Jiminie you’re so warm.” Her voice is even weaker and I smile down at her. “Yea, I’m good for warm cuddles. You’ll find out soon as we get you to the hospital and all recovered. I promise I’ll give you all the…” My voice chokes and the tears burn like fire in my throat. “All the warm cuddles you want…”

She closes her eyes, her breathing...it looks like she’s giving everything for each breath…

“No y/n, please just stay awake. Talk to us y/n please?” Namjoon’s begging her, his hands on hers with a white knuckled grip.

She gives off a weak giggle, one choked off by another round of coughing and gagging on her life’s blood. “Talk to you? But you’re angels.Beautiful angels.” She stopped talking as her eyes drifted closed once again.

“Y/n please, stay with us!!” I can’t help but beg her, though her face is blurred by my own acid hot tears.

“Mmm...such sweet angels. I was so blessed to meet you. Stay sweet..okay? Don’t f..f…..forget what you mean to...each…...other….”

No...oh god...her body..it’s gone limp.

I can hear screaming...a high pitched noise deafening me to nothing but the screaming. Is...is that me?

I’m clutching her body desperately to me, despite it’s lifeless state. The paramedics arrive too late. Yoongi hyung’s screaming at them that they’re too late. She’s gone...they’ve taken her...she’s gone...she’s...gone…

*Six months later*

A hush falls over the crowd. Seven men stand on stage, solemn and stoic as they gaze over a stadium filled to the brim with their fans.

Namjoon smiles, waving to everyone before lifting his mic to his lips.

“Six months ago, the seven of us decided to take a little vacation in the US. We wanted some time off, to just exist as people, remind ourselves that we were human and not super star robots designed to churn out music every chance we got.”

The others laugh though Yoongi stays silent, staring down at the ground with his hands crossed before him. He steps forward, lifting the mic so that he can speak.

“One day we decided to take a trip to the mall, it was a few days before Christmas. And we met...someone. So unique and so inspiring that we all became instant friends.”

Hobi joins in, a large grin on his face as he seems to be lost in his memories. “That person didn’t see us as celebrities, and it was amazing. For the first time we were just...us. A group of guys shopping and enjoying ourselves and just being normal.”

“It felt amazing, not having to worry about being the best or watching what we said or how we acted. We were good enough the way we were.” Jin smiles sadly as he stares down at the stage. “She even laughed at all of my dad puns, and it was real laughter she actually got the puns and thought they were funny.” He shakes his head, glancing over to Tae.

Taehyung stands still, staring up at the lights illuminating them. His eyes fill with tears as he remembers her smiling face. “She...was so bright. And she cared so much. All because we caused her to break a gift to her grandmother.”

“Things went wrong quick…” Jungkook sniffs, wiping at the tears streaming down his face. “We were caught in the middle of a robbery and...she...saved me...took a bullet for me…” He dissolved into tears and turned to bury his face in Taehyung’s shoulder.

Jimin steps forward, his eyes brimming with tears as he turns to the giant screen behind him. It lights up, pictures showing up from that day. Selfies she’d taken or the boys had taken. Different shots of them walking together, Jungkook and Jin gorging on food in the food court, her laughing at Namjoon sheepishly held out a broken pair of sunglasses out to a store clerk.

The final picture shows her standing beside Taehyung in the outfit she’d picked out for him, the very outfit he wore on stage.

“Her parents are here today. And we just...wanted to apologize, for not doing more. For not trying harder to save her. We...don’t deserve the forgiveness you so willingly gave us. Because of her we are better, we love harder, we grow stronger as a family. And so..we dedicated this song to her.”

Jimin moves to the edge of the stage and the lights turns low, a single spotlight focusing on him as the music begins to play. The stadium remains quiet, ARMY bombs, glittering through the crowd and shining the light of her favorite color. Jimin parts his lips and begins to sing.

“None of this is a coincidence

I’m just going with the flow

The world is different from yesterday

Just with your joy

When you call me

I go to your flower

As if I’ve been waiting”

#bts x reader #bts x reader insert #bts min yoongi #bts kim namjoon #bts kim seokjin #bts kim taehyung #bts jeon jungkook #bts jung hoseok #bts park jimin #bts fanfiction

[lifeofgroffsauce]

Miscellaneous papers spilled from a crisp manilla folder held lax and haphazardly, clattering onto the apartment's hallway floor to cause a groan from the actor. Various safety waivers and film contracts now mixed up and out of the ascending order of dates he'd meticulously placed them in, was a hell of an end to the night. Crouching down to gather them, grumbling irritably as he did, he tried his best to reorganize the mess before knocking on the door.

“Jon Groff! My faaavorite client!”

The shrill ring of his, uncharacteristically drunk, agent Kelly hit his ears. It was her cheery smile that was infectious and suddenly he matched her enthusiasm, despite his previous misfortune seconds ago.  

“Oh my god, you're such a little liar!” He accused playfully then gestured to her relaxed posture against the wood slab that seemed to hold her up, having it half way open. “What are you doing on a Monday night, missy? Don't you have special agent things to be doing?”

Freshly manicured nails, tips too boxy in Jonathan's opinion, tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. He noticed they both suffered the same fate when it came to alcohol flushing their cheeks. Hers, however, wore only a faint blush peeking through her artificially tan skin. “What?! Why are you- did you not get my email?” A gasp fled from her lithe form, soon swatting his arm. “Check your fucking emails more than once a year! Jesus, I sent you an e-vite!”

Just as he rose an inquisitive brow, she swung the door fully open, bright cerleans catching the light of the Brooklyn bridge out of gigantic panoramic windows lining the living room wall. A small group of people congregated about the space, all mingling with each other. They all appeared to be close friends and work connections.

“You're having a party? Oh my goodness,” He laughed almost nervously and mustered up a sheepish grin. “I'm super sorry. I wish I had known! I'll make a better habit of reading those but, it's really late and I just needed to-”

“Jonathan! Nooo, don't be sorry! Come in, come in!” To her urging, his lips parted to object but she quickly silenced him with her shushing, coiling her nimble digits around his larger ones. /Don't argue with Italians, even the five-foot-two short shits like Kelly./ He smirked at his own thought and walked in.

“You know Drew Gehling, right?” The boozy Kelly slurred her way through each introduction like a proper hostess. A striking baritone voice flooded the space with his drawl, steps moving toward the agent as they circled around the dining table. “Why bother asking, Kels. Tall, dark, handsome. Fits Jonathan's type perfectly. Of course they know each other.”

Jonathan's muscles tensed slightly, his mouth pulling a tight-lipped grin. “Though I guess the 'tall' box has been unchecked. New boyfriend's on the vertically challenged side.” Zachary offered a sassy smirk to Jon to let him know he was joking and calm him down; unfortunately, it did the opposite. He was painfully reminded of where he should  be versus where he was.

“He's flexible; that's all that matters,” Flew from his lips faster than his brain could register. It earned him a chuckle from his ex-boyfriend. J shrugged.

Kelly, the serial gasper at this point, followed with a grip of Jon's bicep. “Oh my god, I fucking meant to talk to you about all those Instagram posts! Stop with the lovey crap or Jeana will actually have a job to do- and Jon- I'd rather keep her on standby and not pay her an exorbitant amount of money because you're in your feelings...” She continued to scold him, but he had long since tuned her out as, in paranoid fashion, his focus was on studying Quinto until the tall male left the room to go refill his oversized glass of chardonnay.

Another theatre family member (he remembered as Lin's “cousin”) joined their conversation and began a debate regarding the proper use of social media. Jonathan eased up a bit when he saw Zach return but rather than engage, turned to his own huddle of friends on the other side of the room. /I'll stay for a little while longer, I don't want to be rude./

Before he knew it, a blush colored wine glass was being thrust into one of his hands he was animatedly driving his point home with. Without thought, he accepted it, not aware it was Zachary that had given it to him until several moments after. Naturally, the thirty-three year old regarded him with a polite nod, watching as he seamlessly dove into the topic at hand.

“I just don't see the point in lying on social media about who you are or what you do. Why try to make someone believe you pop bottle of Dom every weekend and prance around on a private beach every holiday? Stop stunting.” One actor in their bundle scoffed.

While Jonathan's eyes were taking in the many that had swarmed around their expanded circle, Zach spoke up. His left arm leaned against the kitchen's accent wall. “I take it you've never heard of 'escape theory'? Mm, what a shame, Brandon.”

A click of his tongue snagged Groff's attention, wine kissing his lips, attention on Quinto. “All of us here; we're trying to find an outlet to help us step outside, escape- if you've put two and two together- who we are for a fragment in time. It can be as simple as that evening glass of cheri you have in your underwhelming studio apartment, or as large as the theatre audience seeing you stripped down, bare-assed, utterly exposed for eyes to feast on your body. You don't think posting photographs on social media does that as well?”

He was met with silence; the group stealing glances but not quite knowing how to move forward. Quinto took that as a que to continue speaking, this time with a tone that was introspective. “We can project anything out into the world... put out... anything, but the hardest thing to do is show it who we are. To the core. That's why people 'stunt' on social media. Maybe, after a while, we'll start to believe it, too. We'll start to believe we're something more than we actually are.”

Another pause. “Here I just thought everyone had Cartier bracelets and endless frequent flier miles.” Jon deadpanned, earning laughter from everyone, as well as a slightly grim smile from Zachary. The older actor excused himself, accidentally (intentionally?) brushing his front against the Hamilton star's chest when he passed.

“Jeez, Zach!” Kelly coughed, senses overloaded at the trail he left in his wake. “Use more Bleu de Chanel, please. I don't think they can smell your bougie ass in Chelsea!”

Two hours later...

“Drive safe. Take back alleys. The scenic routes. Turn on your Friends app so I can see when you're home.” The demands came at lightening speed from his drunk agent, whom he was sure peppered some Italian expletives in there. “Kelly Bean, I'm good. Three glasses of wine. Solid as a rock. Go to bed.”

He watched the petite woman tuck herself into the Pottery Barn sheets then began his quest for the door, stopped only by the sound of glasses clanking together. Everyone was gone with the exception of two. While the first was exhausted beyond belief, seeing the second clearing the glasses off the table alone guilted him. “Do you... do you want help with this?”

The onyx haired man shook his head no. “I'll have you know, I'm very domestic now, Groff. I got it. Go home,” He insisted. “I would just feel bad if I left this for her because honey, with that hangover she's going to have tomorrow, she's going to be wishing for death. Dirty crystal will be the catalyst that pushes her over the edge; the Brooklyn nutcase. That's why you don't get involved with Virgos.”

Jon nodded slowly as he spoke, semi-entertained though far away in his mind. It caused him to approach his next set of words with caution. “Hey, do you remember... I know this was a long time ago and it's probably super unprofessional because of, you know, the show, but...” A sigh. “When we were together, maybe the first six or so months, we- we did a scene. It was super intense...” He was gaging Quinto's, so far, anti-climactic reaction. “I threw up...” An embarrassed laugh leaked into the air.

“Which time? I remember that you had the weeeeakest stomach,” The laugh that followed from Zachary was filled with nostalgic amusement. After diving up the glasses in even rows into the dishwasher, he spun around to pin his broad back against the pantry door, raising a finger. “I think you may have cried once, too. I don't do crying so, kind of let you do your thing on that one. A little dark, in retrospect.” His hand waved back and forth, not too sold on the idea that he added, “To be fair, I mean; we did a lot of intense stuff. We were intense stuff.”

The gears in Jonathan's brain were turning. An odd comfort came from hearing him stress were. Mentally noting to keep that in his arsenal when he had to balance his career and relationship. As if that justified him being there talking to him, instead of at home, spooning Lin as he promised. The lyricist was never far from his mind, especially as he stood in the warm cast of light in the otherwise empty home, staring at the distant embodiment of someone he cared about.

Zachary was a walking memory; an old polaroid that had discolored and aged with time. Circumstances were what they were. No amount of positive narration would change the way something was. Not even the comfort a lie would provide. There was ice and the bite of winter whenever he looked at him.

He greatly preferred Lin, who was a photo album with more promise and opportunity for happiness. A radiating warmth that flowed from a steadily burning fire. Thoughts, the splitting wood and radiant embers that transformed into something beyond what is expected. In life, he'd found another soul he believed shared a part of his. They were intertwined in some cosmic way, and life was too short to not pursue that. Even if that meant he had to intervene in the man's own marriage to make it happen.

Still, none of this quelled the incessant internal squabbling that came with trying to piece together... the reality. /To weed through the lies of the past is necessary to have a better understanding of the future's truth./ Some shit his therapist told him that he wished he hadn't. Now he couldn't stop trying to remember.

Lingering whispers of anxiety multiplied into an fierce entity that occupied his headspace long after he'd left. Two small pills were his savior, dissolving into his Rosé-filled gut.

Finally, he made it home.

Luckily, his boyfriend was out cold. Feet weren't as coordinated as they could have been, stumbling while attempting to take off his jacket. The blunt hit of his kneecap on the night stand caused his hiss before he whispered apologies to the offending piece of furniture. Resuming his place with the Puerto Rican in his embrace, a smile graced his lips. He could only hope his aura remained as peaceful as it did in this moment.

#// #mentions: #lin #zq #kelly #tws apply #I'm sorry if this rambles which lol ok we know me ofc it does #also if theres any typos or lack of flow #rp

[peakyblinders1919]

Simple, Fast, Warm

Something was different about tonight. The smoke hung extra thick in the air, the bar was way busier than normal, and the drinks seemed stronger. Every sip Michael took made him angrier for some reason. You didn’t like it; this just wasn’t him.

You sensed something was different from the moment he had showed up at your house still in a bad mood from work. It was obvious something big had happened, perhaps Tommy had broken bad news to him or something. No matter what the reason, the scowl remained on his face even when you greeted him. He looked tired, worn at the edges. Maybe tonight wasn’t the best night to go out. But when you suggested otherwise, that you’d be very content staying in with just him, doing absolutely nothing and yet everything at the same time, he sighed.

“No, I promise you we’d go out, so we will.” He said, falling back on your sofa and closing his eyes.

“Michael, it’s fine really, if you’re not feeling up to it. You won’t upset me. I just want to spend time with you. I haven’t seen you in a while.” You pouted as the last words left your mouth and you fell into the spot next to him. It was true. Good or not, the business was taking up more of his time than you’d like. Tommy was always keeping him busy with something.

He felt you next to him, opened on eye and looked you over. He finally smiled. “Come here.” He said lightly, looking at you sideways. His hand settled on the side of your face and he pulled you close, kissing you warmly. Simple, fast, warm, That was it. His eyes lingered on yours as you studied his face more. The job was taking away his youth, he looked slightly older, wiser, if you looked him in the eye. “I’ve just got to make a call real quick and we’ll go.” You nodded, though you could hear the strain in his voice. You watched him walk to the bedroom where your phone was, knowing just how badly he didn’t want to go, but how much worse he would feel if he didn’t keep his promise to you. No matter how many times you told him it didn’t matter to you.

You checked your appearance in the mirror quickly, not trying to eavesdrop on his conversation but being able to detect the tone of his voice. Anger. He was arguing with someone. You tried to ignore it, maybe you were making things up in your head, but when he returned you could see the frustration plastered on his face.

“Everything ok?”

He sighed, slipping his hand round your waist, taking his mind off of it, whatever it was, momentarily. “Not really. Tommy’s pushing this new business deal. I’d rather not think about it know, or burden you with the details.”

“I don’t mind hearing them, really.”

“Thing is love, you shouldn’t have to.”

You wanted to protest but held your tongue, knowing the real reason he didn’t like telling you business stuff was because he wanted to keep you from it. You put on a fake smile, still happy to be in his arms. “You shouldn’t have to carry their weight either. Let’s go, you can forget about it all with some drinks, yeah?”

You should have known this would happen; you should have fought harder to stay home, curl up in bed together and just listen to the silence crackle of the fire. Anything. Anything would have been better than how the night was turning out. You took your first few drinks in the private room. Quickly and quietly you watched him down two glasses of whisky while you sat close next to him, his hand absent-mindedly on your leg. You sipped on your drink, watching his mind still at work.

“Michael…” You asked lightly, knowing the business that was on his mind was more important than he was letting on. It wasn’t entirely his fault, but you didn’t have the patience as you called his name three more times before he snapped out of it.

“Are you gonna sulk around all night or what?” He didn’t respond as he looked at you confused. “This is why I said we should’a stayed home, you're miserable and now neither of us are having fun.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry but…”

“But what Michael? Work is busy, I know. Something’s obviously got you worried, but you think it’s better to keep it to yourself instead of telling me. Fine, whatever, but I’m out now and I’m not gonna just sit around with you. I’m gonna go dance...you can do whatever you're doing.” You tried not to sound too angry but still you knew it came out wrong. You flailed your hand in Michael’s direction to indicate he could continue sitting around in the room, drinking, alone, but you weren't about to. You heard him sigh heavily again, reaching forward for the other drink as you watched him down it quickly while you left. It hurt everyone fiber in you to leave him alone with his thoughts, you knew how complex his mind was, but you also desired your time. You had suggested you stay home but he persisted on going out, and now that you were out you couldn’t dance. The more you moved your body to the music the better you felt. You only felt guilty for leaving Michael again when you felt hands snake around your waist. The alcohol buzzed louder than anything around you and you leaned into the man, presuming it to be be Michael. Therefore it was a complete shock when the man opened his mouth and you didn’t recognize his voice. You pulled away immediately, but not soon enough as a rather hostile Michael had managed to escape the private room to get a drink just in time see what he thought he saw.

“Michael,” you called when your eyes landed on him. He just shook his head, knocking his glass off the counter with one swift movement and sending it crashing onto the ground. It sent a ring through the pub, everyone coming to a stop and then starting up again, the doors swinging wildly when he was nowhere to be seen. You ran into the street after him, running to catch up with him. You pulled at his arm when you were close enough but he pulled away too, and with more force.

“Michael, it’s not what it looked like.”

“Yeah, sure.” He said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Michael, hear me out.” You begged.

“No, I won’t hear you out Y/N. There’s nothing to ‘hear’. That’s what you do, isn’t it?”

“Michael, don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t do that to me. Suggest I’m something I’m clearly not.” You said, tears swelling up. That’s what he did, when he was drunk and the alcohol would talk for him.

“Clearly you are. You’ll find any excuse to be with someone else.”

“Michael, stop it!” You said sternly though you felt the sting. There was nothing you could do to prevent it, but you didn’t care either because he couldn’t see. He couldn’t see anything. You knew you should shut up then too, continuing to nag him would only push him further, make his bad mood worse. But you had to try to defend yourself. “What happened back there was a misunderstanding. I thought he was you.”

“Me? Right, because I fucking dance.”

“Maybe you should dance more. Or maybe you should listen to me. I knew we should've just stayed home.”

“Nooo, but we had to go out because you wanted to.”

“That is not what happened and you know it! You insisted because you promise.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Look, you do this all the fucking time Y/N. You manage to get your way and blame everything on me. Even when I’ve done nothing you make me out to be the bad guy. Every fucking time. Whenever I go out with you, you manage to screw up every fucking thing and make my night awful.” The tears were full blown, dripping down your face, shaking your body. There was nothing you could do to stop them, his words were cutting through your core. You knew he didn’t mean what he was saying, that tomorrow morning he wouldn’t remember anything and apologize on his hands and knees. But you couldn’t do it anymore. Part of you couldn’t help but believe what he was saying. You looked at the man in front of you, hair matted to the back of his neck with sweat, trying to find the man you knew within. But this guy standing in front of you, yelling and swearing at you in the middle of the street, was not the Michael you knew. You tried to fight back again but your mind was like mush and you couldn’t think of anything that would hurt him. And even if you could, you didn't want to say them. Before the silence finally had a chance to settle down around you two, he looked at you and said something you never thought he would.

“You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

There was a long pause as the words rang in your ears. A look crossed Michael’s face momentarily, suggesting that he knew exactly what he had just said, but as quick as a cool breeze it was gone again.

“You’re a monster.” Your voice was calm and low, more menacing than shouting ever could be. Something you had learned straight from Tommy. You stared Michael down, though it was impossible to see him clearly through your tears. He gave you a once over and turned, walking away.

“Don’t come crawling back like you always do Michael. We’re done!” You called, and he faked a loud laugh that rang through the streets and accompanied you once he was gone for good.  

“What are you doing here?” You asked, arms crossed, looking at him standing on your porch in the rain. Sure, Thomas hadn’t done anything explicitly to you, but just because he was Michael’s cousin he was guilty by association. You watched and listened to the patter of rain on his coat while you watched him chose his words carefully.

“Something’s happened.”

“Great, so why do I care?” You said, trying to act nonchalant even though your heart skipped a beat.

A week. That’s how long you’d been thinking about what Michael said that night. The words stung you every day, but mostly you found yourself thinking you’d rather hear those words everyday and feel that pain if it meant you could have Michael back. You shook your head, waiting to hear the words come from Tommy’s mouth before you jumped to conclusions.

“Michael’s been shot.” You gasped loudly, your heart stopping for a moment. “He needs you. It doesn’t look good Y/N.” Up until this very moment you thought your life couldn’t get any worse, but how very wrong you were. It’s one thing to think you’ve lost the love of your life because of some stupid drunken fight, it was another to think his life was actually in jeopardy. As if his life could be taken from him and you’d actually lose him forever. You choked back the tears and tried to remain unattached.

“What happened?” It came out more eager than anticipated.

“Y/N, I know what happened. He told me everything. And I know you still care for him.”

“He told you that too?” Tommy was beyond wet now, and you contemplated offering him shelter from the pouring rain but the damage had already been done. Still, you continued to stand there with your arms crossed defensively across your chest.

“No. I can see it in your eyes. You don’t have to put up this front for me Y/N. Things happen, but things happen for a reason. You should come, I don’t know how much time's left.” When you didn’t move and no expression crossed your face, though you were feeling a lot of things in the heat of the moment, Tommy turned towards his car. He stopped before getting in, looking straight through you. “He’s been asking for you.”

“So...what happened?”

Your heart sank the moment you walked into the room and saw Michael’s limp body on the bed. His head was lolled to the side as his eyes were closed and his chest heaved up and down. His chest, which was bare and covered in bandages over the bullet hole, which once were white but faded from that to pink to deep red in the middle where you imagined the blood had poured out.

When you first arrived, you were scared to look at him, unsure of what you would see. But with Tommy’s reassurance you went in and the moment your eyes landed on him you turned away, feeling sick instantaneously. You were close to throwing up, but regained yourself, taking another twenty minutes to force yourself to look. And now that you did you wish you could take it back; the imagine burned itself into your mind. You assumed he looked only as bad as you felt on the inside, saying mean things to him. But his words crept back into your head and you almost thought he deserved it for a second but it was impossible. Stealing another look as you got closer, wanting so easily to be as close to him as possible, you knew you could never wish this onto anyone. Before you even realized, you had his hand in yours comfortably, moving your thumb across the skin. It was warm, a sign that he was still alive. You looked at him for a long time, wondering if his eyes would open. When enough time went by, you looked at Tommy.

“It was a bad business deal,” Tommy explained. “I explained it to him, how we’d be working with very dangerous people. And he told me many times how he wanted no part in it but I begged him Y/N. I’m sorry. If there’s anyone to blame it’s me. We met in a warehouse; their men surrounded us, caught us off guard. There was nothing I could do before I realized he was hit.”

“How long has he been out?” You asked, staring down at his face. He looked peaceful, but you knew he wasn’t.

“Since it happened, three days. He was muttering you name in his sleep.” He clarified when you gave him a confused look. Now you found yourself unable to take your eyes off of him and his bloody bandaged, for fear that the moment you did something would change.

“How’s Polly?”

“Just convinced her to go home and have a proper sleep. She’s been here for three days too.”

“Give me that chair. I’ll stay.” He agreed, setting it down close to the bed so you never had to let him go. He took special notice to see you holding Michael’s hand tightly.

“You don’t have to stay long.”

“I’m gonna stay until...until something happens.”

“You sure?” You nodded, there was nothing anyone could say or do now to get you to leave his side. You held his hand stroking your thumb across it. When Tommy had left a couple hours later and you were alone with only his ragged breathing to keep you company, you stood up, trying to get your mind off the horrible thoughts in your head. You leaned forward, brushing some of the hair out of his face. He moved a little, causing you to flinch back at his sudden movement but nothing else happened; his eyes didn’t open. Tommy was right, things weren’t looking good.

You found yourself in a familiar spot, tears stinging your eyes and spilling over. You leaned forward, gently pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Don’t die on me. Please.” You whispered, your lips still pressed to his temple. The salty tears rolled down your cheeks and onto him, and you barely felt him shift under you.

If ever that was a time you wanted a real fairytale moment it was now. You hoped yours tears trailing down his skin would be magical enough to open his eyes and keep his heart going. But nothing changed. You say down again and watched him sleep until you joined him, left in a weird position as you sat in the chair but rested your head and arms on the bed.

You only woke up when you felt his body shifting under you. He groaned then, trying to sit up. You jumped back quickly, seeing him continue to wriggle around on the bed. You whispered his name, and his eyes fluttered open to see you before him. A smirk spread across his face, you reaching forward again to help him get up comfortably.

“I wasn't planning on it.” He croaked out in a week voice.

“What?” You asked confused.

“Dying on you? I would never.” You smiled, taking his hand again. “What are you doing here Y/N? I never thought you'd come after what I said to you. I didn't mean any of it.”

“I know.” You said quietly, pressing your lips to his knuckles.

“I was drunk; I was in a bad mood, I was worried about this meeting, as I should have been,” he said laughing and hunching over in pain as it irritated his chest. You told him to take it easy and looked him in the eyes. “I’d understand if you couldn't forgive me for that night Y/N. What I said was fucking awful.”

“What I said was pretty awful too, and I didn't mean it either.”

“I know.” He said, meeting your eyes. “Do… do you forgive me?”

“Would I be here if I hadn’t?”

He used all his strength to lean forward then and kiss you quickly. Simple, fast, warm.

“For all the times we fight, or say I hate you, I love you twice as much.”

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[lukeysgirl]

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.14

                                         Part F O U R T E E N

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

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: this part is a lil spicy, so im sry if it kills ya heart ! but i swear itll get better, i promise it will ! im so happy you all enjoy it so much, it makes me smile so much! 100 notes please, loves xx

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

                                                   I M A G I N E

Tokyo, 8:00 A.M. 

The boys remained silent once you asked about Nia. Michael became more pale than he already is as all the boys were quick to lose their appetites. That made your heart beat go faster. You couldn’t help but feel super nervous over their reactions. 

“W-well?” You asked desperately, looking over to your cousin in hopes that he’ll say something. But even Ashton couldn’t meet your eyes. “Guys, please don’t do this...” 

“Nia is part of the band also signed with Capitol,” Luke chimed. You looked over at the blonde boy, studying his indirect gaze at you as you listened attentively. 

“You mean from Hey Violet, right?” You furthered your interrogation. 

“Mhm,” Luke hummed with a nod. “She’s the drummer, but does vocals as well.” 

“But what’s her...” You began but trailed off, seeing Luke’s understanding of what you were asking. 

“She got close to him for the last year now,” Luke admitted. “She’s got this huge crush on Calum, but I think he found her annoying as well. But not because he likes her or anythin.’ Like actually annoying.” 

You giggled at this, but it still didn’t put you at ease. It was a little too much to be so overprotective when you just got with Calum, but you two have history. You and him have been in love with each other without the other knowing it. It felt like a challenge now knowing that you were to meet her soon. 

“Did he... did they ever... you know...” You broke your words, pure discomfort in allowing them to escape your lips. “Do anything?” 

Before Luke can continue, Michael patted his head gently. 

“Ask Calum yourself, okay?” Michael spoke to you softly. You look up at him, seeing the usually hyperactive spirit become so mature at serious times. It always amazed you how big he grew. “It would be more appropriate to hear it from him than anyone else about it.” 

“Okay then.” You still felt a little incomplete by everything. You didn’t want to feel so insecure as Calum was already yours and head over heels for you. Furthering that he didn’t even like Nia in return. But nonetheless, you can’t help but feel like something bad will happen once you get to America to meet the band. 

“...In other news, One OK Rock is coming with us to America!” Ashton pipes, changing the subject to something more exciting. You smiled at that, genuinely excited to get to know the band more. 

“We’re gonna have the best fucking time, mate!” Michael continued. “I was hoping that we could surprise the fans a bit by playing Take What You Want at one of our concerts soon since they’re our opening act.” 

“I think that would make the fans go crazy,” you agreed with Michael’s idea wholeheartedly. While Michael was hype over your response, you watched as the suite door opened to allow a seemingly-distressed Calum back in. 

“The management wants us to do a pop-up show in Nagoya,” Calum informed the boys. “So we’re leaving right now to make it over to Century Hall in time for soundcheck and what not. We have to tweet about it.” 

“Okay.” The 3 boys filed out of the suite immediately, leaving you alone with Calum. You stood up, dusted your bottom off of potential dust, and began to clean up after the boys. Picking up the plates and cups, you begin to head to the kitchen until Calum halted you. 

“Let me help you.” You watch as Calum lifts the weight of the ceramic plates from your arms and places them in the sink. He runs the water over them to remove residue and shuts it off, grabbing a paper towel to dry his hands. You watch as he returned in front of you and opens his arms in front of you. “Can I have a hug?” 

“Oh-- of course!” You quickly replied, rushing into your boyfriends arms as he wrapped his arms around you. You felt warm, sinking into the kind embrace of your lovely boyfriend. You realize that acting so paranoid won’t help your relationship progress at all. So instead, you’ve just chosen to ignore it and bring it up if it ever is brought up. You want to enjoy the time you have with Calum before returning back to your studies. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, love?” Calum mumbles against the top of your head, giving you a gentle kiss on your delicate head. One of his hands began weaving into your soft locks, giving you such a euphoric feeling of his touch. “I’m annoyed that you’re acting in a mood.” 

“I told you this morning that I was tired, baby,” you said softly, the side of your face leaning against his chest cozily. You suddenly felt his heart beat go a bit rapid than before, having you wondering what had happened. 

“You know, Y/N,” Calum began as he spoke against your head. “That’s the first time you’ve ever used ‘baby’ to address me.” 

“Has it?” You asked, slightly shocked and embarrassed at this. “Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I have called you baby or babe before!” 

“Probably, but you don’t use it that often!” Calum exclaims, pulling you off a bit to laugh at you. You blushed, giggling a bit yourself as you attempted to cover your face. “Baby, you’re so beautiful, don’t cover it up from me.” 

“Nooo, I’m so embarrassed!” You squeal. “I’m still not used to dating you because it’s so weird and I never thought it would ever happen but it did so I’m still in a bit of shock and disbelief and I’m rambling now, aren’t I?” 

“I’m glad I still make you nervous,” Calum said fondly. “It means that even though you have me, you’re still scared to do something wrong. You’re even afraid to use ‘baby’ even though you have the complete right to.” 

“Shush already, bubba,” you groaned sheepishly, hugging yourself with your arms as Calum laughed at you again. But he quickly pulled you into a hug again and rested his chin on your head. You could feel and hear his heart slow down now, making you feel a bit more at ease. 

“I’m glad you’re not mad at me or anything, bug.” 

Nagoya, 11:58 P.M.

You and the 8 boys arrived at the stadium way before the concert even begins, allowing everybody to prepare at soundcheck. You all came by train, so it was an obvious that Calum had slept on you for the good 3 hours and you were wide awake to make sure he slept soundly without interruption. Now at the stadium, you watched from the front seats as One OK Rock prepared their instruments first. 

“Have you heard anything from us, Y/N?” Taka asked politely as he began walking towards the front of the stage. The sun ray licked Taka’s pink hair perfectly as he sat down with his legs hanging off the stage. “Other than the song we sang last night together.” 

“Unfortunately, no, I haven’t!” You said sheepishly. “I was gonna look up your stuff, but it seemed so embarrassing already because I’m now on tour with you guys as well!” 

“It’s okay!” Taka tried, his tone threateningly cute for your own good. “But now that we’re here at soundcheck, I would hope that you could lend an ear.” 

“I’ll lend both!” You quickly stabbed in the air. “Your vocals were amazing when you sang with the boys-- I’d love to hear you some more, Taka.” 

“Mm, I’ve been practicing this song for a bit now,” Taka began, giving you a hopeful smile. “It’s not mine, but I am fond of it. I’ve been covering it and I might just be singing it during our set. Wanna hear it?” 

Giving him a vigorous nod, he requests one of the workers to pass him an acoustic guitar. As he reaches up to grab it, you glance to your side to find Calum somewhat glare over. He was at the back of the stage, testing his bass on his own. But that didn’t keep him from paying attention to you. 

“Okay, here we go...” Taka said slowly, giving you another quick smile before looking down at the guitar chords. He gives the strings a light rub before beginning to strum. “Can you hear, my heart beat? Tired of feeling, never enough. I close my eyes and tell myself that my dreams will come true...” 

You couldn’t help but smile from how clean Taka’s voice was and his insane control over it. He played with passion, like the rest of the boys, with an amazing originality that seemed impossible to compare. 

“Don't stop us now, the moment of truth--” His voice became more aggressive and strong, with veins popping from his neck. You could tell he was simply committed to singing. “We were born to make history. We'll make it happen, we'll turn it around. Yes, we were born to make history!” 

“Yo!” 

Taka suddenly stopped his music for you and him to turn and look over at Calum. His face was it’s usual resting bitch face as he held his long-strapped bass on him. He looked annoyed, which is a regular with Calum. But more annoyed at Taka more than anything. 

“Stop impressing my girlfriend,” Calum mumbled. “It’s annoying and it’s pissing me off.” You always giggled at Calum’s bluntness. Although it was playful, considering Taka was a friend, Calum still couldn’t help his jealousy at all. 

“Calm down, Hood,” Taka chuckled as he began to stand up and rush over to the Maori boy. He took off the guitar from his body and placed it on the stage in the center. He rushed over and gave Calum a big hug. “I love you!” 

“I hate you,” Calum replied, having jokingly and half annoyed. 

The management had been working them for hours in soundcheck. They desired flawless perfection, forcing them to ensure that all the mics would be ready, all the instruments were tuned to perfect, and Calum still had his lucky pick. This was also payback for the boys being careless regarding their flight over to Japan. But as they did, Calum kept receiving back to back calls and had to keep hanging up to the point where he simply shut it off. 

“Y/N, baby, let me serenade you,” Calum began, shoving Taka off playfully as he grabbed the acoustic and walked down the stage. He sat down the way Taka did as he adjusted the guitar on his lap. 

“Serenade me, aye?” You teased. “You gonna play Grind On Me for me, Cally?” You watched as your boyfriend frowned from the pet name you used. 

“You are not using Cally as a cute pet name for me,” Calum growled. 

“Awh, but it suits you so well!”

“No it doesn’t!” As Calum exclaimed, his phone slipped out of his pocket and dropped on the stage. As Calum bickered with you about the pet name, you couldn’t help but stare at his phone. It was off, but a series of calls have been disrupting Calum’s life. You couldn’t help but ponder...

Who was calling him? 

6:35 P.M. 

You stayed back stage with the boys as One OK Rock was delivering their set. You ensured to keep a good ear on their performance while still speaking with your boys. It was obviously that Taka and his band were very talented. They play perfectly in sync with Taka’s vocals so flexible. You were all in all very impressed. 

“So I got the scab from the party last night...” The other 3 boys were discussing who knows what while Calum had snagged you aside to speak with you. The both of you were recapping the party and how Calum danced so sensually on you. 

“You were off it, Calum!” You exclaimed. “I don’t even know how you were even able to dance like that in your skinny jeans!” 

“Y/N, I wear them every day,” Calum chuckled as he watched another video of his grinding. “I’ve gotten used to them and just know how to be flexible in them.” 

“But that’s not how it works!” Laughter and smiles were exchanged. This feels nice, you thought. Just happy vibes with your boyfriend made you feel more at ease about everything. It put your curiosity about Nia in a more settled state, allowing you to actually have a good time with the boy you love. 

“Jesus, I really got deep in there, didn’t I--” Calum began as he pointed at his crotch grinding against yours. But the video was suddenly halted when a caller was coming in. You tilted your head a bit to see the caller ID. 

Your heart froze to see the contact name. 

“Who is Nia Lovelis?” You asked softly, studying Calum;s face as he looked down at his phone. He quickly ended the call and put his phone on ‘Do Not Disturb.’ He reluctantly looked over at you and gave you a simple, stern expression. 

“Nobody,” Calum mutters quickly. 

“She’s obviously somebody if she has your number and calls you,” you say with an annoyed tone. “Has she... is she the one who has been calling you over and over?” 

“Doesn’t matter, it has nothing to do with you.” 

“Yes it does, actually!” 

“No it fucking doesn’t, Y/N!” Calum growled at you. “You have no reason to be jealous--” 

“Who said that I was jealous?” 

“Y/N, you’re retaliating over a girl calling me right now,” Calum said with an eye roll. “Of course you’re fucking jealous.” 

“I’m not jealous of a girl I haven’t even met,” you spat. “You’re the one dodging my questions-- why would I be jealous of someone who you claim is ‘nobody?’” 

“Because she’s another girl in my life, of course,” Calum said it with ‘isn’t it obvious?’ tone. “Everyone knows how girlfriends are about guys having friends who are girls.” 

“Holy shit, Calum, I just want to know who she is!” You exclaimed, desperate for answers. This has been killing you since the morning, wishing he would just answer your question so you can be relieved. “I don’t mind you having girls as friends, I just want to know who Nia is!” 

“But answer me first! Why the fuck do you care?” Calum yelled, having you taken aback by his strong tone. He raised his voice at you, having you fear that he was going to potentially hit you. You stayed quiet, looking at your boyfriend with horror in your eyes. 

“Y/N, just tell me why the hell do you care?” Calum asked, his voice much lower but still filled with anger. His hands gently grabbed your shoulders, having him force you to stare into his eyes. His touch sent chills down your spine, but not of anticipation. 

“Woah woah, calm yourself, Hood!” Ashton quickly came to your aid as he pulled you away from Calum. He stood in front of you, his hands shoving themselves in his pockets as he glanced back at you. “What’s going on?” 

“She’s askin’ about Nia,” Calum responded for you. “I don’t even know why-- how could she even have heard about her anyways?” Calum then slowly realized, widening his eyes before looking back at you. “Did you look through my fucking phone?” 

“Mate, you’re scarin’ her!” Michael quickly began, holding Calum’s shoulder. His chest was heaving quickly, but you weren’t noticing much. You kept your eyes on the floor, gazing distantly at it as Taka’s voice continued to ring through. 

“Though,” Luke piped in. “It would make sense if she did when she asked us earlier about Nia...” 

“Wait.” Calum looked like he wanted to explode. “Y/N asked about Nia? What the fuck-- what did you guys tell her?” Calum sounded like he was paranoid, almost pleadingly that the boys hadn’t uttered much to you. 

“Y/N, did you even look through his phone?” Ashton began quietly, glancing back at you to see you nod your head no. 

“I don’t even know the pass code...” you whispered truthfully, having Ashton turn back at the other boys. 

“Y/N isn’t lying, you know,” Michael said softly. “She’d never lie to us. And I’m pretty sure as cousins, Ashton would know if she would be lying.” Ashton confirmed this with a nod, feeling a bit of relief knowing how close he keeps his blood in his heart. 

“My cousin would never look through a phone that isn’t hers without consent...” Ashton murmurs. But you noticed how he tilted his head a bit, with his eyes a bit dim. “But how did you hear about Nia?” 

“She could’ve Googled ‘Calum girlfriend’ or something,” Luke suggested. You knew he didn’t mean to interrogate you, but he just wanted to put out potential options. 

“If she did that, she would’ve known about One OK Rock already,” Michael points out. And it’s true. You weren’t really stalkerish about the boy’s lives really. All you knew was that One Direction took them on their tour and they were finally signed to have their own tours. If you wanted to know any truth about rumors of the boys (if you cared enough), you would have asked your cousin himself. What would do you good to look into rumors about your childhood best friends? 

“And Hey Violet.” Ashton added. 

“Then, Y/N...” Calum began again, his voice a bit more calm and low than before. You didn’t dare meet his eyes, knowing that there were two flames in there ready to burst. “How do you know about Nia?” 

You felt nervous, feeling like you were a bad girlfriend for stirring drama in the band. But, you couldn’t help and feel insecure again. Whoever this girl was could be trying to take Calum from you and you wouldn’t be able to do a single thing about it. You clenched your hands into fists, feeling your emotions build up and distribute themselves around your body. Tears flooded your eyes and streamed down your cheek very slowly. 

“Because,” you choked, the words burning to get out. With shaky vocals, you let out a breath before speaking. “Calum said her name when he was falling asleep last night.” 

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[lovemesomesurveys]

If you could drink only 2 things for the rest of your life, what would it be? Coffee and water.

Would you date someone taller than you? Well, yes. Just about everyone is taller than me for one thing.

Have you met anyone that has been a major influence on you this year? No.

Ever kissed someone who smokes? No.

Have you ever liked someone a lot older than you? Not including celebrities, the oldest person I’ve liked is only two years older than me.

Have any interesting conversations lately? Not really.

If your friends warn you about someone you like, do you listen? I would hear what they had to say, yes.

Who did you last pinky promise with? I have no idea when the last time I pinky promised was.

What do you do when you’re having a bad day? Go about my day as usual and do what I always do, which are things like Tumblr, surveys, rest, watch TV, listen to music, read, and color.

Does it take a lot for someone to annoy you? No. I get irritable pretty easily.

Do you want your tongue or belly button pierced? No.

Do you hate it when people smoke around you? Cigarettes, yes. I can’t stand it.

Is there someone you care about right now? Uh, yeah. I care about my family. I love them more than anything.

If you could see one person right now, who would it be? I don’t really want to see anyone right now.

Do you say “I love you” when you don’t mean it? No. I don’t just throw those words around, if I say it, I mean it.

Do you smoke? No.

Have you ever been to a football game? Yes, actually.

How old is the computer you’re on? Like eight years old. It’s a MacBook. Wow, that’s crazy I didn’t realize just how old it is. In tech world, that’s ancient.

When you looked in the mirror today, what was your first thought? Ew.

Last furry thing you touched? My giraffe print body pillow.

Have you ever faked sick? I’ve never had to fake sick. I feel that way enough for real.

What is your blood-type? I actually don’t know. I’ve had blood work done so often throughout my life, I’ve had surgeries, and I’ve had a few transfusions. You’d think I would know by now.

The last time you were in the fridge, what were you looking for? A Chick-Fil-A sauce. I always get extra sauces when I go there, so that I have it at home to use. Apart from chicken strips, it goes well with eggs, sausage, and hash browns as well.

Do you like clowns? No.

Has anyone ever under-estimated your intelligence? Probably.

Can you take a bra off with one hand? I think so.

Do you have big dreams for your life? No. I know how sad that sounds, but it’s true.

Are you donating your organs? I don’t know.

When was the last time you talked to you mom? This afternoon before she went to work.

What did you do yesterday? The same stuff I always do that I already listed.

What kind of deodorant do you use? Secret.

Do you sleep on your side, stomach or back? I sleep on my side.

What is one show that is canceled that you wish was still on? I wish True Blood was still on. Also, The Vampire Diaries is on its final season, so that’s sad.

Ever met any online friends in person? Nope.

Do you know how to sew? No.

Does your room need cleaning? I need to straighten up a bit. I need to hang up my jackets, put away some clothes, and vacuum.

Do you like pumpkin pie? Nooo. Blech.

Do you own your own computer? Yes.

Did you ever have to share a room with one of your siblings? Yes.

How do you get to sleep? I listen to ASMR videos.

What happened at the last party you went to? I hung out with some friends I hadn’t seen in awhile, caught up, had lots of laughs, played a game, and just chilled.

Have you ever smoked a cigarette? No.

What’s your hair like at this present moment? It’s in a messy bun.

What’s the worst film you’ve ever seen? Hmm...

Are you an untidy person? I wouldn’t say that.

Have you ever been a fan of ‘N Sync? Yesss.

Do you watch a lot of television? It’s most only as background noise, but I tune in now and then. I also have shows that I do watch and keep up with.

Do you think you’re fat sometimes? No.

Do you like to flex your muscles? What muscles?

Have you ever completely misunderstood what somebody was saying? Yeahhh.

Favorite kind of cake: Funfetti, red velvet, white cake, and strawberry. Apart from red velvet that has cream cheese frosting, I love buttercream frosting on my cake. I don’t like whipped.

Name something you are doing tomorrow? Same ol’, same ol’.

Where are you going to be at 4 PM tomorrow? At home.

Did you have any unread text messages this morning when you woke up? Nope.

Do you think you would be a good parent? I would hope so. I don’t know if I want kids, though.

Are you tanned? No.

Did you get any compliments today? Nope. I’ve been home all day and I look like a mess.

Do you get jealous easily? More envious than jealous.

What were you doing at 3 AM this morning? I was asleep.

Are you any good at math? Nopeeee.

What’s your sign? Leo.

What is your favorite color? Yellow, teal, mint, and pastels.

Last time you were sick? I always feel unwell in some way. That’s chronic illness for you. I haven’t had a cold or anything like that in like two years, though.

Did you have a good day or a bad day? Just a typical, average day. If you haven’t noticed, my life isn’t very exciting. It’s very routine and predictable.

Do you eat healthy? Haha.

Have you ever been told that you need an attitude adjustment? Yes.

What’s something that you wish your pet could do? I don’t have a pet anymore... :(

Can you tango? No.

Do you know anyone that has/had cancer? Yes.

Have you ever read somebody else’s diary? No. Unless it was a public journal entry on a blog.

Have you ever been called a hick? No.

Are your parents going to buy you a car? No. I don’t even drive.

Have you ever rode around in the bed of a pick up truck? Yes.

Do you enjoy going to school? I liked it overall.

Can you touch your nose with your tongue? Nope.

Do/did you have any family in your school? I attended middle school and freshman year with one of my cousins, and in college I went to community college with one of my other cousins.

Were you a big jump roper back in the day? I didn’t jump rope at all.

Have you ever been in your kitchen naked? No. I don’t walk around naked. I don’t live alone for one thing, and for two I don’t feel comfortable naked. I put clothes on when I step out of the shower.

This time last year, what was your relationship status? Single as always.

When was the last time you went to the mall? Earlier this month.

Do you like the smell of coconuts? Yes. Just not the taste.

How many of the Harry Potter books have you read? None. I’ve seen all the movies.

When was the last time you checked your Facebook? Yesterday, I think.

Look out your window. How many people do you see? Zero. It’s took dark right now, but even still all I’d see is a fence.

Where was the last place you bought a clothing item? JCP.

Are you the youngest person living in your house? Nope. I’m the third oldest.

Did you reject or accept your last friend request? I think rejected because it was someone I didn’t know.

Are you wearing any socks? Yes.

Can you play pool? No.

Do you think that you are a good singer? Nope, I know I’m not. It doesn’t stop me from singing along to songs even belting out now and then. haha.

Are you sure of your sexuality? Yes.

Do you love your parents? Yes. My family is everything to me.

Do you think that you are smart? Meh. I’m probably more average.

Are you pretending to be someone that you’re not? I used to pretend I was more okay than I was or that I knew what I was doing. I was pretty good at it until this past year or two when I started to slip and couldn’t hide it well anymore. I still downplay a lot and keep to myself, but those close to me know I’m struggling.. just maybe not to the full extent. It’s also obvious I have no idea what I’m doing.

Do you like to read? I love to read.

How often do you talk on the phone? Not often at all. I don’t like talking on the phone.

Are you a local celebrity? Ha, no. I was on the news and in the newspaper when my accident happened, and there was a little fundraiser put together in my name, but that was twenty-six years ago. No one remembers any of that or knows who I am.

Do you like your English class? I’m no longer in school, I graduated two years ago.

What was the last compliment that you got? My grandma’s friend commented on a photo my aunt posted of me on Facebook, and said I’m “beautiful.”

Do you eat candy daily? No, but I have something sweet daily.

Have you ever moved to a different home? Yes.

Have you ever switched schools? Just when transitioning from preschool to the kindergarten through eighth school I attended, from there to high school, from high school to community college, and from community college to UC.

What is your name? Stephanie.

Have you ever been to camp? Yes. I went to science camp in 6th grade, and to a Girl Scout camp.

Do you get nervous with public speaking? Extremely. It never got easier, no matter how many times I had to do it. They claimed it would help, but nope.

Do you know anyone with a really weird name? To some it might be weird, but I’m used to it because he’s my cousin and we grew up together so I’ve heard it for most of my life.

Do you fight with your parents all the time? No.

Are you in pain right now? My pain meds are doing their job, thankfully.

Are you wearing a sports shirt? Nope.

Do you have a reason to smile right now? Not really.

Do you wear shoes in your house or take ‘em off? I take them off.

Does anyone call you babe or baby? Nope.

Who is your last text from? My brother.

What languages can you count to ten or higher in? English and Spanish.

How old were you when you got your drivers’ license (if you have it)? I haven’t gotten mine.

Have you ever broken a bone? Yes.

Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you? Yes.

Has a boy/girl ever cheated on their boyfriend/girlfriend for you? Nope.

Do you drink lots of booze? No. I don’t drink anymore. It’s been almost four years.

Have you ever felt like you literally needed someone? Yes.

Have you read The Lovely Bones? Are you excited for the movie? I have. The movie was okay.

Do you try to eat healthy or do you just eat whatever you like whenever you like? I eat what I like.

What memory are you most afraid of losing? Memories of loved ones, and other good memories.

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Hii love!! How are you?? Hope you had a great time at yesterday's dinner. Yes, i still have a month of exams. And a lot of essays and assigments that i dont want to do. But hopefully i'll be free soon. Nop. I didnt see that. Which one was it? Crying in the club? I remember seeing that song in the track list at the beginning of the tour. But i havent seen anything else. (1)

Hi, love!! Finally I get to answer you. I’ll try to make it “short”, jajja, but I talk too much, so, no promises here, jajjaja.Yeah, we had a good time. We bought some pizzas 🍕 (lol, Honey 🍯 senses when I’m writing you, and he comes to lay on my 😌). I told them if they wanted to watch Dunkirk, they told me they rather no, jajajaj. But, well 🤷🏻‍♀️, their lost. A day more, is a day less. Soon you’ll be free, and will forget about the stress.Oh, I think it’s that song, yes. I didn’t knew he was covering it on his tour. He also sang a Sting one, too. 😩😩 I didn’t know it, what a fake fan 😅.

Yes. I think i started wearing them when i was 7. I’ve been wearing glasses for more than half of my life now. They are part of me and people dont recognise me without them. Kind of sad if you ask me. But it is what it is. Is the surgery that expensive? I havent even looked that up bcs getting surgery it’s just a dream at this moment, i dont need reality to discourage me (2)

Well, if it’s of some relief, I’ve wearing them for almost three years, only, and even my family see something weird in my face when I don’t have them on, so 🤷🏻‍♀️. Well, when my mom look it up, it was around 3000€. But I think my friend told me last year that it was around 1800€, I think. So, yes, it’s very expensive, but all the people I know who have had it are very happy with it.

Yes. I know. I get that it’s easier to give them the ipad and all of that, but i dont think that’s really good for them mainly bcs they dont get the attention they need. But well, parenting is something very personal, and technology also has its perks. Maybe nowadays kids learn in a different way, but it’s still learning. I guess it’s the same as when Game Boy and so came out. That was supposed to “pervert” us all, but i think we ended up being just fine. Mostly. (3)

Oh, yeah, well used, technology is the best. But sometimes parents just give their children their phones so they don’t bother them, and that’s not good for kids. Like when they’re waiting at the doctor. I actually hear a psychologist saying that that teaches kids that to be relaxed they need a phone. And it’s a way to conditioning them. Like when a dog does something well and you give it a treat. And then the dog does that thing, so you have to give it another treat. But, yes, like you said, parenting is something very personal, and I think it parents reflects what they had/hadn’t from their parents on their kids.

Ohh! I havent thought about that. Yes yes. I hope they are not recognisable then. Do you know if there'a any project for Nialls show? Like the rainbow flag they did for Fire Away in Amsterdam (was it Amsterdam?). I havent heard about one. JAJAJAJAJA. Of course buying a bigger house is the easy option. Of course😂. I’d take a pic of the door, but then i dont know how i would send it?? An anti or a het? Please no. Never. I have eyes and i know how to use them. And so does she (4)

Oh, I haven’t looked for projects yet. I always remember to look it up when I’m driving, bc is when I’m hearing Niall’s album, lol, but then I get home or work and I forget 🙄. I’ll look it up, and let you know. I’ve thought on bringing those big balloons that have a cord at one end? (I’ll try to find a pic, so you see them) and throw them to the crowd at some point and people can play hitting them, you know (we did that at my sister wedding and we had a lot of fun, I think here it would be funnier). But I’ll see. I’m very shy, so, even if I bring them, I’ll probably keep them in my bag, lmao.I think you can submit pics on anon. Just log off, search my blog, and submit it. You have to put an email, that can be anó[email protected], jajja.

Your dad also knows their names? My parents barely know that One Direction exist. They only remember it as the opposite to good music. “This is music, not like that direction you like"😤😒 Jajajajajaja. Dont be so hard on you all. I’m sure there will be a lot of people of your age. You are not old!! (Yes, they are young babies. But mostly, they are lucky babies. Only 16 and already living their best life). (5)

Well, it would be too hard for my family to not know them, lol. All the people that has any contact with me, knows that I like them, lmao. My dad doesn’t like English music in general, so he isn’t a big fan (of me, listening their music 24/7, oops). Well, I’ll let you know after the concert, jajajajaj, of how much old people I see. The good thing is that it’s a small crowd, so less people judging 😅. And yes, they’re very lucky!! but if they can, good for them. I got to see Andy&Lucas when I was 16, 🤣🤣🤣🤣, almost the same, jajaja.

Only two weeks!! It’s around the corner!!! 😱😱😱😱😱 Yes. I should have bought a ticket for myself. But i’m not that sad. I’ll go another time. And also, the timing of the concert id disastrous because i start exams that week and going there + the show would mean 2 days less to study. And less time to study = more stress and crying. I’ve resigned myself to the idea. Next time. (6)

Yeah, I always look for the good point on everything too,jajaja. Also, that you have to see them next time they come, is the perfect excuse for them to come back again,jajajajaj. But you’re right. And it’s not just those two days you wouldn’t study. It’s the week before and after, thinking about the concert and getting distracted. Thinks come the way they do for a reason. So just think that studios are first. 🤷🏻‍♀️.

He tried to catch a duck? 😂😂😂 Nooo. Videos for cats? What are those? I know about cats’ videos (i love them. They are so cute), but not about videos for cats. What do they show? Oh, dont worry!! Notifications dont bother me. They dont make any sound. They are just there. And i only get one, no matter how many posts you reblog. (7)

Yes!! Cats are so funny. I laugh so much with them. If you search on YouTube “videos para Gatos” you’ll a lot, jajajaja. They’re just a cartoon mouse running and hiding, and cats try to catch it. Boring for humans, funny for cats.Ah, that’s good then,jajaja, because I was afraid you’d get 1837453 notfs, jajajaja.

Aaaargh. I’m trying to think something because I dont want to give you my name. It’s nothing personal. I swear. I’m just a very private person. That’s why i dont have SM and that stuff. But also, i cant think of a nickname bcs i dont have many, and i think my sister follows your blog and if she sees it there, that would be strange😂🤷. I dont knooow. I know names are not a big deal, but. I’m just shy. I’ll think about something and then i’ll tell, if you dont mind. (8)

WHAT??? Your sister follows me?? Oh my god!! This is so weird!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣I hope she isn’t reading this then, so you don’t get discovered. Now more than ever I have to try to put everything under the cut,jajajajja. Don’t worry about the name, that’s why I didn’t want to ask you. I was thinking something like flower anon (I don’t know why I call you flower i my head,jajja), or something like that. Or just smiley anon. I didn’t mean your actual name, of course. I’m very shy like that too (I know, hard to believe), and  I always talk on anon to people. Don’t worry. Ah!! And don’t worry about thinking a name at all. If you’re comfortable with the notifications, keep with it. I just thought that if you were searching in my blog that tag anon, it would be easier for you to have your own tag, with your own things,jejejeje. But whatever you think is better, seriously.

8 months? So young!! She just discovered her hands?😂 Glasses are the first target, but i bet she’s going to go after your hair next. All did was laugh? I would have cried for sure. Omg you are brave! I love kids, but i wouldnt have known what to do. “Well, if you could tell me what is a girl/boy toy” 📢 📢📢📢 Say it louder Soraya!! I love saying remarks like that. Some people get so angry and i’m like ???? Chill and think about what i just said pls, it’s all true.(9)

Aaaawwwww, I was with her today too, she’s so cuteeeee. And yes, she goes for my hair too, but that’s my fault, really, because I tickle her with it, so she just plays with it. And I was with my cousin yesterday too!!! You’d have to see him. He has a “problem” in his brain, so he doesn’t develop normally. Doctors even thought he had autism (I don’t know the correct way to say it in English, bc I think they use a different verb, but you get it) for some time, because he behaved like that. Anyway, he has photographic memory, and also when he learns something, he doesn’t forget (he’s just 4). Well, yesterday, he just taught me in English the weeks days, months of the year, numbers till 20 and the weather. All of that singing it and pointing to his black board (the tv) like he was a teacher. He’s just amazing. He has learn how to read some words all on his own… and he can recognize written words since he was 2. He learn my car plaque before than me… I love him so much. ☺️. (Did I have a point with this story???? I just love to talk about him, sorry, jajaja)Hey, look, I do t usually say good things about me, but I’ll say one. I think I’m good on how I treat people at work. Like I know how to read them, and if I can joke with them or not. And I talk a lot with people, even if I don’t know them,jajaja. Well, when someone says something like that (a toy for a girl; can you make a candy cake, but it’s for a boy so nothing pink, please…) soy la persona más seca que te puedas imaginar 😒 (I don’t know how to say that in English). Like, no, lol, what will it do to him to it something pink? It’s just mean it taste like strawberry 🙄🙄🙄. I can’t I can’t.

Today i did a survey for a friend who is studying to be a teacher, and it was… wrong The aim of the survey was good, but the ways… the first question was “¿Q opinas al respecto de que existan orientaciones sexuales distintas a la heterosexual?” & also “¿como d normal t resulta q un niño juegue con muñecas?”. That’s wrongly put. Like, u are not asking what people thinks about sexuality. U are assuming that hetero is cool, and then u are asking about the nonhetero ones. And that annoyed me. 10

Yeah, that way of asking is wrong. Even more because is a written question, so you can’t catalogue the way the person asked is answering. But I sometimes ask question the wrong way so people shows they true colors, y'know? Like I ask in a way that it looks like I’m thinking the wrong way (gay things are wrong) and when they answer as if I were right… bye. But, again, that can be done in s face to face conversations. That survey was wrong yes, because they didn’t ask how you see that a boy play with a gun (which is worst that playing with a doll or a kitchenette…). But also, who wrote that survey? Your friend? Did you tell them what you thought about the way it was written? Did they listen to you??

Well, I reached the end!! Jajajja, I had to put my iPad to charge. Why do I talk so much??? We have this joke at the shop, with a woman (she’s also my sister neighbor), and she talks a lot A LOT!! So much, that my sister sometimes has to close the shop and walk with her to their flats… jajajaa. Well, I always say: ja! yo la doy conversación. Cuando se cansa de hablar, la saco otro tema!! That’s how much I talk,🤣🤣🤣🤣. I think is because I spend so much time alone at home, without opening my mouth (only to talk to my cats), that when I start talking with someone, I don’t know how to stop,jajajja. But I’ll stop… NOW! Bye!! 😚😚

#anon #argggg I always think bout something to tall you in the tags when I start writing #but when I end It's 3 hours late and I have forgotten #🙄🙄 #Eit: I remembered !! #I was going to tell you that Niall had kitties yesterday #as of tonigh there's only one alive #I’ll keep you informed about the progress