#he's the one racing along through the airport at 3am even though the flight's at 2pm

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this is the only footy content i need

#damn aish is one of the early birds #fyfe's one of the late ones #he was probably taking selfies with the fans #'fyfe hurry up the plane's leaving' #taberner last obviously #he'd be the type to be like strolling casually to the check in gate knowing that the plane will wait for him #cox and ryan would've entered together #mundy's such a nerd #he's the dad of the group #he's the one racing along through the airport at 3am even though the flight's at 2pm

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Wishing you were here... 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (chatroom)

A/N: Hey guys! Today is my birthday! In celebration of that, here’s the third installment. I hope you enjoy it, and please let me know what you think. Part 4 will still be posted on monday (:

Warnings: language, flirting, pet names, feels, nerves, i think thats it?

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“Kitten?”

The baritone of his voice leaves you speechless, unable to force a single syllable to leave your lips.

“You with me?”

He speaks again, emotion laced in the words and you find yourself able to speak a name.

“Sarge?”

He sighs into the phone, though it sounds more like a pleasurable release than not.

“It is you. I.. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t call.”

You’re silent for a few beats before you respond.

“You.. you said you needed to speak with me.”

Another loud exhale comes from his end, followed by rustling that could only be the sound of him rolling on his mattress, repositioning before he begins to talk.

“I do.. I.. I needed you to know how incredibly, sincerely sorry I am. I was so.. so angry when I found out I’d be gone an additional three months, and doll, I swear to you, I tried to get them to let me message you - even just once, but it just wasn’t possible.. I..”

He pauses, taking in a breath to restore what he’d lost during his rushed explanation.

“I was so afraid that you’d never forgive me.. or worse, that I’d come back and you’d be gone completely, with no way for me to contact you because I’d never even thought to ask you for your goddamn name.. sweetheart, I.. I thought about you every fuckin’ day, every damn moment. I-I never stopped..”

You’re still at a loss for words, staring blankly at your keyboard as you listen intently to him speak. There was no denying the guilt and regret each sentence carried, just as there was no denying the effect it had on the pattern of your heartbeat.

“Even though every day was hell, it made me realize somethin’.. somethin’ I knew I had to tell you as soon as I got back. Whether you felt the same or not.”

He stops again, as if he’s waiting for you to ask what his grand realization was.

 “W-what’s that?” You finally manage to whisper, picking at a random thread in the hem of your robe.

“I need to see you.. to meet you. I-I’ve wanted to, for a long while now, but I was always too nervous, too terrified that once you saw me, really saw me, that you wouldn’t want to speak to me ever again, but.. somewhere along the way, that wanting turned into needing.. You’ve had a piece of my heart for so long, I think it’s finally time we revealed the faces of our ghosts, don’t you?”

His voice shook with uncertainty as he spoke the last few words.

You know he’s just as scared by the idea of meeting you as you are of meeting him. The idea of finally revealing the identity behind the username.

“Kitten, please..”

He’s on the verge of begging, and the way the pet name rolls off his tongue has you on the cusp of giving in.

“I-I don’t know.. It’s so close to the holidays, I’m sure transportation would be expensive..”

Every excuse in the book is racing through your mind, lining up one right after the other at the back of your throat.

His next words throw you for a spin.

“Let me fly you out here. To New York. First class. If you don’t feel comfortable staying with me, I can get you a hotel room. Please. Let me do this for you… for us. I.. I think we owe it to ourselves, don’t you?”

He’s literally taken any and all logical reasons for you to not go right out of the equation, and though part of you wants to squeal with joy, another part of you remains uncertain. There are still seeds of doubt planted in your mind.

“All I need is your name and birthdate to book the ticket. You could come next week, I’m looking at flights right now.”

The fear in his voice has transformed into excitement, the sound of his mouse clicking repeatedly is barely audible in the background of the call. 

You decide to voice your number one concern.

“What if I’m not what you’re expecting?”

The clicking on his end ceases and his voice regains an aura of confidence.

“I just want to meet the girl who’s stolen my heart over the last year. All I’m expecting is for us to be as honest and open with each other as we’ve been from the start. Please?”

A few moments of silence seem to stretch on for hours, before you finally let out a shaky sigh into the phone.

“I-Okay.. I’ll come. I can talk to my boss tomorrow. I don’t think he’ll give me more than a week vacation, though.”

He lets out an audible sigh of relief, followed by the first laugh you’d ever heard him release.

“You have no idea how happy you’ve made me, kitten. Ecstatic.”

A smile brings a glow to your entire face, prompting you to chew your lower lip to keep it from getting much bigger.

“I just need your name.”

Providing him with the proper information so he can book your flight takes no more than ten minutes, but that’s when the next dilemma arises. 

He clears his throat before he speaks.

“Now.. like I said before, you’re more than welcome to stay with me.. I live in a three bedroom apartment and I have a guest room that’s very comfortable.. I can also book you a hotel if you’d prefer.”

A war wages within your head, but you sit in silence. Wanting to get your mind completely made up before you speak.

“I.. I can stay with you. I trust you.”

Another small breath leaves him, and you try not to imagine what the smile that surely graced his lips looks like.

“I promise I will give you as much or as little space as you like. This is all in your control, okay?”

You nod, before realizing he can only hear you, not see you. 

“Okay.”

x

The next five days go by in a blur, and before you know it, it’s the night before you’re supposed to leave for New York. To meet Sarge. 

You’re packing away the last few articles of clothing you want to take on your week long trip, when your phone starts to buzz from its place on your nightstand. Sarge, the caller ID reads.

You answer with a shaky laugh, “Hello?”

“How ya feelin’, kitten?” You know the real question he’s trying to ask, but he doesn’t want to be rude.

Have you gotten cold feet yet?

Slowly zipping your suitcase shut, you respond in a much calmer voice than before, “I’m okay. A little nervous, but I just finished packing.. How are you? Change your mind?” 

You decide to tease at the question for him.

“I’d never. I’ve never been so sure of something in my life.”

You wish you had his confidence.

“It’s going to be fine, you know. I’m going to meet you at the baggage claim as soon as your flight lands. We’ll grab food if you’re hungry and then head back to the apartment so you can relax. Like I said, you’re in control of how all of this plays out.”

You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, arm crossed over your middle as you chew the inside of your cheek.

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours, doll?”

The affection in his voice makes you crack a smile. 

“It’s just.. everything will be different after tomorrow.. won’t it?”

He hums softly before he speaks, “Only difference’ll be that I’ll finally be able to put a face to your voice, and you’ll be able to put a face to mine. Think of it like.. the next step. I’m not gonna try to seduce you right away or anythin’ like that, not gonna do anythin’ you aren’t comfortable with. I just.. want to finally be near you. To see you.”

You will his words to soothe your fears, to convince you that everything really would be okay. It worked well enough to allow you to breathe without trembling.

 “You want me to call you to wake you?”

You laugh softly, moving your suitcase from your bed to a spot beside your bedroom door. 

“If you’d like. I can tell you what I’m wearing so you’ll be able to pick me out of a crowd.”

“Please tell me it’s a chicken costume.” He laughs, which prompts you to join in.

“No, no. I’m afraid not.. Black sundress. Red shoes. My luggage is red, too.”

“You like black and red, huh?”

“My favorite combination of colors.”

x

Waking up at 3am to make a 6am flight proved to be a lot more difficult than you anticipated, but Sarge called you at the exact same time your alarm went off, offering to stay on speakerphone while you got ready to keep you awake. 

“I’ve got to take a shower, Sarge, can I call you back in ten?”

A low rumble comes from his end of the call, a sound somewhere between a hum and a growl. “Of course you can, kitten. I’ll be waitin’ for ya.”

Showering and getting changed took a bit more time than you anticipated, especially when you decided to apply a light amount of makeup as well. Before you even get a chance to call back, he’s calling you.

“You worried me for a minute, had to make sure you didn’t fall asleep or change your mind, y’know..”

You laugh quietly, putting your purse over your shoulder and grabbing your suitcase as you make your way to the front door of the apartment. “I’m actually about to walk out my door now. My cab is waiting downstairs.”

He’s quiet for a few seconds, then his voice comes out in an almost-whisper. “It’s really, finally happening, isn’t it?”

Another laugh leaves you as you exit your apartment and lock the door behind you. “I’ll let you know when I get on the plane.. and I’ll be in New York in less than 7 hours.”

“I’ll see you soon, kitten.”

x

The flight to New York just so happens to go right through a storm, making it the bumpiest most nerve wracking  journey you’d been on, ever. By the time you land, your flight is 45 minutes behind schedule and you’re not sure if you want to puke due to the turbulence or anxiety. 

You exit the plane on shaky legs, following the signs through the airport, to eventually get you to baggage claim. 

You’d been too distracted to even fish your phone out of your purse, until you finally reach the baggage area and see that your cargo had yet to be unloaded thanks to the weather. 

Instead of getting out the device that might only cause you more heart palpitations, you decide to take a slow look at the people lingering nearby. There’s an elderly lady, staring at the announcement board as if she can make it change with her mind. There are a few couples clinging to each other, faces buried in necks and chests, fatigue evident in their eyes. There are a few stray men and women, eyes glued to their phones, but nobody stands out to you.

You see your luggage finally coming down the revolving belt and quickly move forward to grab it, but one of the wheels gets caught under the track. 

Teetering on the edge of panic, you open your mouth to ask someone, anyone, for help, but a presence behind you and a helping hand over your own stops your voice and heart in their tracks.

“Here, kitten. Let me help you.”

He tugs the large bag from the corral with ease, setting it down beside him. 

You’re practically in a daze and can’t seem to raise your eyes to meet his, gaze glued to the beat up doc martens that adorn his feet. 

Once his hands are free, they both move to slowly skim up your arms, before one rests on the small of your back and the other cradles your chin, tilting your face up to look at him.

“Hey. It’s just me.”

His breath washes over your face this time, and you blink several times before your attention finally focuses on the sight before you.

He’s beautiful. More beautiful than you could’ve ever imagined.

He’s got pillowy pink lips, hair the color of warm chestnut, and eyes the color of the clearest, bluest parts of the ocean. His hair is long enough to tuck behind his ears with a bit of a curl in the end, and his beard has been tamed into a nice shave. He’s smiling, and you can tell he’s taking in each one of your features, just as you’re taking in his.

You can’t help but feel he looks familiar, but your trance is broken when someone bumps into you from behind, sending you stumbling against his chest. If it weren’t for his hand on your back, you might have toppled over.

His gaze finally leaves your face and he scans the crowd around you, noting how it was only getting busier. “C’mon, kitten. Let’s get out of here.”

Without another word, he grips the handle of your suitcase with one hand and leads you towards the exit with the other, applying gentle pressure to the center of your spine. 

The walk to his car is completely silent, as if you’re both too afraid to break it. 

Once you’re in his car and out of the airport parking lot, he looks at you for a brief moment. 

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” He asks with a soft smile. 

You let out a breathless laugh that you didn’t realize you’d been holding in, nodding. “Just a little, I.. I guess I never expected you to be.. so..”

He cocks his eyebrow when you pause, a tiny frown on his face, as if he’s expecting you to say something bad. Warmth floods his cheeks at your next words. 

“So pretty.”

You’re just as embarrassed as he is once the thought leaves your mouth and you drop your gaze to your lap, cursing yourself in your head for being so forward.

“Well..” He hesitantly moves his hand across the center console, placing his fingers over yours where they lie in your lap. “You’re very pretty, too.. for the record.”

He gives your hand a little squeeze, which you return, flashing him a small smile, too.

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[joshuahyslop]

EURO TOUR: JAN-FEB, 2019

Well, 22 days, 15 shows, 13 trains, 10 flights, 8 countries, a lot of Ubers, a couple Taxi’s and 1 rental car later and I’m back at home. This was another great tour but not without its challenges. I got to bring my good friend, Zachari Smith (zacharismith.com) on the road this time and that made a huge difference. Not only was it terrific fun to get to play the shows together, it also made the low moments seem not quite as low. Everything started off great. I flew to Montreal a few days before the start of the tour to rehearse with Zach. It went smoothly and it was wonderful to get to spend time with some of my dear friends in that city before hitting the road. SCOTLAND: We flew to the UK a few days later and started things off in Glasgow. We played in an underground club called Stereo. It was a good first show. There was a good crowd and it felt great to go from rehearsing to actually playing in front of people as a duo. ENGLAND: The next day we took a train to Manchester. We played in a lovely little spot called The Castle Hotel. Jet lag was hitting us pretty hard but we were able to nap before the show. We travelled to London the next morning and after arriving at the wrong hotel, walking with all our stuff to the right hotel, checking in, having a pint and grabbing dinner with friends, we played an incredibly fun show in a very full room at The Old Blue Last. FRANCE: The next morning we got up early and took the train from London to Paris. I remember feeling a little off when I’d gone to sleep the night before, but I assumed it was just the jet lag. We’d both started coughing on the train but I tried to chalk it up to the cold air. By the time we’d arrived at our hotel we knew something was wrong. We managed to grab some food and get back to the hotel room where we spent the next 34 hours sick in our beds. I don’t know if it was food poisoning or the flu, or some awful combination, but we were knocked down. Unfortunately, this meant we had to cancel our show in Paris. I felt (and still feel) horrible for having to cancel the show. I can’t wait to come back and make it up to everyone. When it happens, it’s going to be fantastic! THE NETHERLANDS: We were still feeling awful the next morning. We had to catch another early train and when we eventually arrived in Groningen we went straight to a Pharmacy where we bought everything we could think of. The show that night was in a beautiful old church called the Lutherse Kerk and it was sold out. I drank as much tea and hot water as I could, had what might’ve been a dangerous amount of Advil, cough drops, vitamin C and echinacea and then went ahead with the show. It was an amazing night even though we were feeling sick. The crowd was fantastic and the show went well. DENMARK: After a good night’s sleep we woke up to a much needed day off. We had a lot of travelling to do, but were thankful for no show that night. It was going to be a couple of trains to Amsterdam and a cab to the airport where we’d be catching a flight to Denmark. We were supposed to arrive in Copenhagen around 5pm. Unfortunately, while we were jumping from train to train, I managed to leave my backpack behind. It had my passport, my money and all my information in it. I panicked and ran up and down the train looking for someone who could help. I couldn’t find anyone and I was very close to giving up. Zach called the lost and found and explained the situation to them. Within the hour they’d located my bag and told me I could pick it up at Den Haag Centraal - about an hour train ride from Amsterdam Centraal, where we were. I left Zach with our gear, took the train to Den Haag, grabbed my bag, got on another train back to Amsterdam Centraal, ran with Zach to a cab, raced to the airport and promptly missed our flight to Copenhagen. We had to purchase another flight that would be leaving later that evening. We got to our hotel a little before midnight and crashed hard. The next day we played in a nice little spot called the Ideal Bar. It was a good show and I was glad to play it, but we were both feeling exhausted. NORWAY: We flew to Oslo the next day and took the train from the airport to downtown. The show was in another awesome bar called Krøsset. It went very well and I was so thankful for a smooth night. I got to see some old friends and get to bed before midnight. It was great. GERMANY: We flew to Zurich the next day, and were met at the airport by Zach’s friend, Timo. Zach booked all of the shows in Germany on this run so I was excited to see what was in store for us. We were playing in a cafe/barn in a small village called Wintersulgen right outside Heiligenberg. Timo drove us to his place in Airach for dinner before he drove us to the venue. We had two shows in two days at the cafe and we were happy to be in one place for a little while. Both nights were sold out and both nights went very well. After the show on the first night our host, Martin, took us outside in the snow to his own personal sauna. Between sauna sessions we had snacks and beer and finally felt relaxed. It was like pressing a giant reset button.  SPAIN: Timo drove us back to the Zurich airport the next morning where we caught our flight to Madrid. I’d never been to Spain before and I was very excited to check it out. I had no idea what to expect from the venues or the crowds. We played in an underground cave called The Costello Club and we were blown away. The crowd was fantastic and were singing along to the songs! It was an amazing night. We travelled by train to Barcelona the next day where we played in another underground bar called Sidecar and had another amazing night. After the show I spent a long time chatting with people at the merch table. Two people gave me watercolour paintings they’d done of the album artwork from In Deepest Blue, and another woman told me she’s a photographer and she uses my music while she works. I felt so much support from the people at those two shows. I can’t wait until I can come back to Spain again. GERMANY (again): We flew to Frankfurt the next day and then took another train to the city of Erfurt. We had a series of house shows booked in Germany for the next week but, thankfully, we had the night off. We stayed with the hosts of the show in Erfurt. The next morning we picked up our rental car and then we got ready for the show. It was in an office building and they had professional lighting and sound. Zach opened on all the German shows and he did a fantastic job. We had a bit of an after party that night, which was a lot of fun, and then got some rest before heading out the next day. I’d never driven in Germany before but Zach had. He gave me a lot of much needed warnings and explanations before we hit the autobahn. There are long sections on the German highways were there is no speed limit. On average, most people drive between 130-140 km/h. There were many times when I was driving around 160 km/h and a car going over 200 km/h would come out of nowhere and just fly past us. It was crazy. We made it to Dresden and played in a beautiful place called the Castle Röhrsdorf. It was a full room and it went very well. It was the first show I’ve ever played where everything I said to the audience had to be translated (thanks again, Sarah!). We had a great time but were off again before we knew it. This time we drove to Ulm where we played another wonderful show. We had lots of great food before ending the night with a jam session, some absinthe and a little pear schnapps.  We headed out the next morning and drove back to our friend Timo’s house. We were staying with him and playing in his village that night. It was another great show and we ended up staying out late connecting with the people there. We had a short drive the next day so we slept in as much as we could. After some coffee and breakfast we drove to Ravensburg for our last show. We were playing in a beautiful old farmhouse. There were over 70 people at the show and it was the best way to end the tour. Zach played a great set and then he and I had a fantastic time playing for everyone. We did two encores and hung out afterwards. We got to bed just before midnight and slept as much as we could before getting up at 3am to drive back to Frankfurt and catch our flights home. Thankfully, everything went smoothly. We drove through rain, snow and fog but managed to arrive on time at the right place with all of our luggage.  This was another incredible tour. I’m so incredibly thankful to everyone who came out to the shows and to everyone who had a hand in making this tour possible. A special thank you to: Dan Fraser - my manager who helped organize all our travel arrangements and was always on call despite the crazy time difference, Nettwerk, CAA, Live Nation, Mojo Promotions, Mercury Wheels, Herman, Martin & Alex (and their sauna), Darius & Marion, Dave, Sarah, Arno, Monika, Timo & Sonja, Carmen, Gabi & Alex. And a very special thank you to my friend, Zachari Smith. Touring isn’t easy, but Zach is an absolute pro. He made a difficult job much easier and it was a pleasure to get to play with him, to hear him perform and to just hang out. He’s an amazing songwriter with a new album currently being released. Do yourself a favour and check it out on Spotify or Apple music! Thanks again, everyone. I’m back at home resting but I’m so excited for what’s to come. more soon, -joshua