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England. She was leaving for England?


“Which airport?” Spencer asked Y/N’s father, panic surging through him. He could NOT lose this woman.

Her dad told him and Spencer hopped into his car, driving off as quickly as dared.

What Y/N’s father hadn’t explained was that she was only going to England for three weeks. At least, for now. He’d seen how heartbroken his daughter had been when Dr Reid had fired her. On one hand, he knew what the man had been through and understood his unhappiness that his child had been left somewhere without his prior consent. On the other hand, Ella hadn’t been left anywhere she wasn’t safe and Y/N had been left with very little choice. He hadn’t been best pleased that Y/N had gotten involved with her employer, but he knew his daughter didn’t jump into relationships lightly so Dr Reid must have been special to her.

After a few weeks of moping around his house, Y/N had gotten her test results. She’d passed, just. But she’d hoped to do so much better. She was also jobless, something she hadn’t been in years. After much deliberation she made contact with Joanne and Nick Thompson, the parents of her previous charge who had begged her to go to England with them.

They were incredibly pleased to hear from Y/N. The entire family missed her greatly. They’d hired a new Nanny who the kids were getting on well with so they couldn’t just offer Y/N her old position back. But they did suggest she come and visit them. They had a guest room and Joanne knew of a few business women in her company who were looking for new help. Y/N could look into transferring her studies over whilst she was there if she found a family that was agreeable.

It was a big step, one that Y/N had initially not wanted to take. But she’d been shook badly by her falling out with Spencer. Although they’d never said it, she’d loved him. She still did. If he’d have apologised to her, said anything to her that made her feel that there was a chance then she wouldn’t be considering this. But she’d needed a change, something drastic. So she was on her way to begin to trip, Spencer missing her by only twenty minutes.

Y/N’s dad didn’t think the Dr needed to know that her trip was only temporary. He’d seen the panic in the man’s eyes, saw then and there that he did love his daughter deeply and was sorry. And he knew that Dr Reid would be rushing off to the airport to try and stop her. In a big scene that was only ever played out in movies.

His daughter deserved that big scene. So he’d let her have it.

Olive had dropped Y/N off in the airport car park telling her to be sure to have fun and to find some hot English dude to bang.

Y/N had laughed telling her that she’d certainly try. Maybe that would help take her mind of Dr Reid. Hopefully this whole trip would do that. She wheeled her suitcase into the departures section of the airport, groaning when she saw the huge queues in front of her. It was fine though, she still had plenty of time, she purposely got here earlier than she needed to but it looked like a lot of other passengers had done the same. No matter. She’d go grab a coffee and visit the ladies room. Then she’d join the queue.

Spencer hurled along the freeway driving much faster than he should have been. He hadn’t even bothered to try calling her, he just knew he had to get there. He threw his car into a parking space and dashed into the airport, scanning the screens above the check in desks. There was only one flight a day from this airport that went to England, and he couldn’t have gotten here that much after Y/N did. He found the desk she’d use and quickly walked up and down the queue, ignoring the curious looks from other people.

He made two trips up and down, his heart beating faster with every step. She wasn’t there. She must have already gone through.

Alright. He needed a cheap flight that would get him through to the departure lounge, he could find her there. He was just about to sit down on one of the benches to pull up the airport’s website on his phone, when he saw her.

She’d stepped out of a coffee shop, pulling her suitcase behind her.


She looked up, surprised to recognise the voice that was calling her name, even more surprised to recognise the body it came from.


He was here, in the airport.

She stood frozen to the spot as he made his way to her.

Stopping in front of Y/N, Spencer found himself speechless again. Where to begin, what to even say?


“Spencer? What are you doing here?”

Okay, breathe Reid. Tell her how you feel. Apologise. Beg if you have to.

“I erm… I came for you. To stop you from moving to England. Your Dad told me where you were and I just…. I can’t let you go.”

Moving to England? She wasn’t moving there. At least not on this trip. But wait…. Let’s see what he has to say.


One small word, consisting of just three letters.

“Because… Because…. Oh god, Y/N I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for how I behaved, for how I treated you that day. I was so out of line it was unbelievable. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to apologise enough for my behaviour. You were right and I was wrong, I shouldn’t have left that day, I shouldn’t have gone in. And I certainly shouldn’t have blown up at you. I know you’d never do anything to hurt Ella, that she was never in any danger. I’m so sorry.”

His voice was pleading, his face begging her for forgiveness. It was sweet and also kind of pathetic at the same time. But it was the apology she needed and deserved.

“Apology accepted. Is that all, cos I kinda have a plane to catch?”

“NO!! Please, don’t go. You can’t leave us. Y/N, having you in our lives has made it a thousand times better than what it was. My daughter loves and adores you, I love and adore you. I’m so sorry I ruined everything, but please… Please don’t leave us. We need you. Ella needs you and I need you.”

“You need me as what? Ella’s Nanny?”

Y/N was trying to keep her face in check, to not let her emotions shine through. She could feel other people looking at them, waiting to see what would happen.

“No. Not her Nanny. You’re so much more to her than that. And you’re so much more to me than that. Y/N, I’ve made some pretty shitty decisions in the past, I’ve waited too long to tell people how I feel, and I’ve lost them because of it. I can’t, I won’t do that again. If you still want to walk away then that’s fine but I have to tell you. I’m in love with you. I haven’t felt this way about anyone in years and I can’t imagine feeling this way again. You make me happy, you make me a better person. You make me enjoy life again. But I can only enjoy it with you by my side. I want you to come home. I want you to come back and be part of my family. We need you, you complete us.”

Y/N’s mouth open and then closed again as her brain struggled to process his declaration of love. She wanted this but…. Could she be with him? He’d apologised for that day but… Would it happen again?

“Spencer, I can’t work for you again. You can’t pay me. It’s too weird.”

“I know, I know. We’d work something out. That’s the least of my worries right now.”

Y/N looked down at her suitcase, at her bag that contained her flight details and passport.

“Please, don’t go,” Spencer begged one last time.

Even though this wasn’t permanent, it was just a trip, she realised that she had no reason to go. She’d been leaving to escape him really, to distract herself. Could they work this out? She’d still need to work and he’d still need to find someone to watch Ella. But… Maybe there could be an in between. She could work elsewhere and still help him with Ella somehow. And they could… Be a family.

You complete us. That’s what he’d said.


“Okay?” Spencer questioned, hope on his face.

“I won’t leave, I won’t go to England. I’ll stay.”

“You’ll stay. You’ll stay!!”

She nodded and Spencer flung his arms around, no longer being able to contain himself. Y/N hugged him back, missing his embrace so much. Spencer held her tightly, so much so that she had to pull away.

“I kinda need to be able to breathe.”

“Shit. I’m so sorry… But you’re staying? For real?”

“Yes. For now at least. We need to work some things out for sure. But… I love you too. And I love Ella and Ellie too. Where is Ella, anyway?”

“With Amanda. I was in two minds whether to bring her. Part of me thought seeing her might sway you to stay but the other part didn’t want you to feel like you had to if it wasn’t what you wanted, just because you didn’t want to hurt her.”

“Does she know? About… Us?”

Spencer nodded. “I think she knew from the start. Kid’s got a genius for a father, she figured it out. Or else Ellie told her what she saw that night. She wouldn’t speak to me after you left, and I actually had to send her to her room for yelling at me and calling me an idiot. She was right though, I was.”

Y/N chuckled, imagining that little scene playing out in her mind.

“Shall we go then? People are staring like this is an ending from a movie or something. You know the ones where the man finally confesses his love to stop her from leaving on the plane.”

“That is pretty much what just happened. Though, don’t those movies usually end with a kiss?” Spencer asked, tucking a loose strand of hair back behind Y/N’s ear mirroring the movement that had started this all.

“I believe they do,” she glanced around to see people watching, smiles on their faces.

“Shall we give them what they want?” Reid asked.

Y/N nodded and as their mouths came together they heard a small cheer go up around them.


Today is Italy national day! In this story I’m gonna write different scenarios based on this post. As some of you may know I am Italian, and writing a generic Sam Drake x reader isn’t always that satisfying. This is why I’m gonna mix some Italian slangs and words and phrases and something like that. Because, sometimes, even if I kinda hate this country, I can’t prevent myself from feeling some kind of patriotism and also the need of representation. And I think you all other fanfic writers should include your origins in the stories you write. It may be fulfilling. And, on the readers perspective, it may be educational. So here you go. 

Should I say that English is not my first language? 

Pairing: Sam Drake x reader

Warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of violence

 Of all the situations you could miss a bus this was utterly the worst. You were looking forward to visiting the Galleria dell’Accademia since you set foot in Florence and that was just not your day. The rain was falling down heavily, not quite the perfect condition to run after a bus, and the museum was 30 minutes of walk from that bus stop. By the time you’d arrived the queue will have been 1 km long.

 “Fanculo!” (fuck) you groaned and kicked the water of a small pool out of frustration.

 “Mi scusi” (Excuse me) the voice of a stranger made you startle and turn around. He had a peculiar accent. A foreigner, you thought.

 “Posso aiutarla?” (May I help you?) he asked with a reassuring smile, as if he knew he may have looked like a threat to you. A tall, older man with a tattoo on his neck, out of nowhere, asking if he could help you with something he didn’t even know. You were perplexed and since he wasn’t receiving any answer from you he continued.

 “Uh… I’m American” that explains the strange accent.

 “Do you speak English?”

 “Yeah” you wanted to see where this was going.

 “Oh, great! I was actually running out of Italian. Well… I didn’t mean to scare you. I noticed how disappointed you looked… guess that’s all that bus’ fault” he chuckled, trying to ease the tension.

 “If you need to go anywhere I can help you, if you want. I’m here with my brother and his wife…” he looked behind his shoulder, nodding at another man that was studying a map, arguing with a blond woman.

 “…And I’m honestly getting bored. Wouldn’t mind helping someone in trouble. I’m Samuel by the way” he smiled. A kind of smile that made you think that maybe, after all, you could trust that man. Besides, he was only giving you a lift to wherever you needed to go. You would thank and say goodbye after reaching your precious museum.

 “I’m [Y/N]. Well… I need to go to Accademia, you know?”

 “Of course I know. I was actually planning a visit there”

 Great, he probably wouldn’t leave you after giving you a lift.

 “C’mon, my car’s over there. This rain is getting annoying”

 You had to admit, the man was funny but his sense of orientation was lame. At least you reached the museum in time. Although, as you predicted, the queue was immense.

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AU: Above The Flowers [REQUEST]

You asked and I delivered!

The story may not make a lot of sense so you should probably go and read part one first … HERE!

I really enjoyed writing this. I’ve been watching a lot of royal k-dramas which definitely came in handy when writing this. I hope you all like it :D 

Jade xo

Like you did every morning, you woke up before the sun had even risen. For some, the dark skies out of the window would confuse people, making them think it was still the middle of the night and not the beginning of a new day. But that wasn’t what was confusing to you. It was the window the dark skies were shining through. In fact it was the whole room, familiar and yet definitely not your tiny bedroom in the maid quarters.

An arm around your waist tightened, making you jump at the fact you weren’t alone. Slowly turning around your sleepy eyes fell on Kyungsoo, with his hair pushed off his face and his bare chest pressed up against you. In a flash, it all came back to you: Kyungsoo being drunk, him kissing you, everything that followed after that…

You immediately sat up, clutching at the bed sheets to cover your naked body. Kyungsoo’s arms fell off you, making him grumble in his sleep before rolling over. You froze, waiting for him to settle while your mind raced through everything that had happened last night. “Oh shit,” you breathed, running a hand through your hair as you looked around the prince’s bedroom. “What have I done?”

After quickly locating your underwear and uniform and getting dressed without making a sound to wake Kyungsoo up, you ducked out of his bedroom, giving him one last look from the door frame before darting down the corridor to the servants’ living quarters.

The image of him sprawled out surrounded by pillows would be ingrained on your brain forever.


“Mum, I’m back,” you called out, kicking your shoes off at the door so you didn’t drop the shopping. “They didn’t have any tagliatelle so I got spaghetti instead. I hope that’s ok.” You dropped your keys into the little dish on the table and carried the bags to the kitchen.

After waking up next to Kyungsoo, you decided you needed to get out of the palace for a bit, so you told the head of house there was a family emergency at home and she gave you a week off. The time off was giving you a chance to think if you really wanted to stay working at the palace, although every time you thought of leaving, your heart would ache at the thought of leaving Kyungsoo, knowing it was probably unlikely you would be able to see him if you weren’t working for him.

In the kitchen, you found your mother preparing tea with nervous hands that wouldn’t stop shaking. “There’s someone waiting for you in the lounge,” your mother explained, pushing the two cups of tea towards you.

You frowned at her as you unloaded the shopping onto the counter. “Ok?” you replied, unsure of who it could possibly be seeing as only your family knew you were home. Picking up the tea, you headed for the lounge, wondering who could have made your mother so nervous and weird. You walked into the room and looked up from the tea, almost dropping it as Kyungsoo stood up to greet you.

“What the hell?!” you exclaimed, frozen on the spot.

Kyungsoo moved around the coffee table to your side, taking the tea out of your hands and putting it to the side so he could take your hands and lead you to the sofa. You practically fell into the cushion, too stunned to say anything – your head was still trying to digest the fact that the prince was in your living room with his hands in yours.

“I’m sorry for turning up unannounced,” he murmured, his thumbs absentmindedly grazing across the back of your hands. “I’ve been going out of my mind at the palace and I didn’t know what else to do.”

You pulled your hands back, realising the intimate nature of his touch was clouding your thoughts. Coughing slightly to clear your throat, you dropped your hands to your lap and found your voice. “How did you find out where I was?” you asked quietly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt to occupy yourself so you wouldn’t look at him.

His hand gently touched the tip of your chin, tilting it up so you were forced to look him in the eye. “I’m the prince, of course. Plus the maids like to gossip,” he explained coyly, before his face turned serious. “I woke up and you were gone and when I went looking for you, I couldn’t find you.”

He was touching you again. You couldn’t think straight when his touch was so distracting. Reaching up, you took his hand off his face and dropped it back into his lap. “I needed some time to think, to wake up from the dream and realise that real life isn’t like this. I’m a maid, not a princess or even a lady. My mum works for a tailoring store and my dad is a teacher. People like me don’t fall for people like you.”

“You don’t believe in fairy tales?” he asked optimistically, his gentle voice rising up in hope. “You don’t believe that we can face anything together as long as we love each other?”

“Love?” you muttered, practically choking on the word.

“Yes, love,” he said, taking your hands in his once again. “I love you.”

You tried to pull your hands out of his grip but he held on tighter. “You’re only saying this because the queen has arranged a marriage for you. You wouldn’t be saying you loved me if you weren’t being forced to marry someone you didn’t like.”

He moved up the sofa so your legs were touching and his breath was tickling your face. “If there’s one thing I’m sure about, it’s my feelings for you,” he explained softly, his eyes never leaving yours. “Whether I’m a prince or a common person, I will love you. I just want you to give us a chance, to give me a chance to prove to you how much I love you.”

“You can’t love me,” you replied stubbornly, forcing yourself not to just melt and believe him like you wanted to do. “The only setting you know me in is when you’re giving me orders and I’m cleaning up after you.”

In a second, his face was right in front of you, your noses practically touching. “Let me show you,” he whispered, pursing his lips thoughtfully. “Give me a chance to prove you how serious I am.”

You leaned back and sucked your bottom lip in. As much as you wished you didn’t feel anything for the prince, your heart was pounding a mile a minute just at the fact he was so close to you. You had fallen for him and besides moving to another country, you didn’t think you would be able to do anything to sway your heart.

“Just how are you going to prove it to me?”


Playing with the glittery bunny ears on your head, you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you must look to everyone. “This is your big disguise?” you said sarcastically to Kyungsoo, reaching up to fix the mouse ears on his head so they were straight.

He laughed and linked arms with you, pulling you in the direction of the rollercoasters. “Well nobody is going to be looking at me when they get a look of how cute you are with these ears on,” he teased, tugging you closer to his side when you tried to move away.

You curled into his chest to hide your blush, enjoying the feeling of being able to relax, without worrying about the palace or the queen. “When I said you had to prove yourself, I didn’t mean you had to immediately take me on a date. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of royal things you need to be doing.”

“This is more important,” he replied, placing a little kiss on the top of your head. Pointing at the nearest rollercoaster, he looked at you and said, “how about the scariest one first?”

“If you’re expecting me to squeal in fear and leap into your arms, you’ve got another thing coming,” you retorted, already pulling him towards the ride’s queue. “I love rollercoasters!” you confessed, jumping up and down in excitement.

The pair of you joined the short queue and Kyungsoo had to pin you against the railing to get you to stand still. “I should have taken you out of the palace sooner,” he said quietly, his hands fixed to your hips. “I haven’t seen you smile like this since I saw you in the flower gardens that day, but I love it.” He tilted your head up and kissed your lips for a soft but brief second.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself closer, all the while shuffling further up the queue. “Maybe it’s because I get to be with you all by myself. Who else can say they’ve seen the honourable prince in glittery mouse ears?” you teased, kissing the corner of his lips.

“Only the girl with the adorable bunny ears!” he replied, moving you up the queue all the while keeping you in his arms.


“Thank you for an amazing day,” you told him softly, squeezing Kyungsoo’s hand in yours as the pair of you walked up the hill to where his car was parked. “It’s been the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” Even if it was only for the day, you added on in your head.

He tugged you closer to his side and kissed your temple softly. “Do you believe me now?”

You sighed and turned away, already feeling the tears building up in the corners of your eyes. It had been there all day in the back of your mind, the thought that you couldn’t do this every day. The clock would strike midnight and you would go back to being his maid and he would be your prince. All the love in the world couldn’t change that, no matter how much Kyungsoo believed it would.

“I believe you,” you murmured, trying to control the shakiness of your voice. “And I love you too.”

Kyungsoo stopped abruptly, pulling you in front of him so he could look at you. “Why do you sound so sad when you say that?” he asked, his eyes trying to search your face for some clue. “What’s wrong? I thought you believed me.” He traced his fingertips down the side of your face before cupping your cheek softly.

It was so hard to keep it together, to not melt under his touch and start crying your eyes out. You had to hold it together until he was gone and then you could just let it all out – that’s what you focused on. “It doesn’t change anything,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. “I love you and I think I’ll always love you but do you think the queen will understand that? You’ll have to marry that lord’s daughter and I’ll have to leave the palace. This just wouldn’t work.”

“Why would you leave the palace?” he asked, his cute expression turning sad and pouty. It was making your heart melt and break all at the same time. “You’re going to be moving in with me, as my wife and princess.”

The tears fell and there was nothing you could do about it. “Get your head out of the clouds, Kyungsoo. It was a nice fairy tale but I’m not worthy of someone like you,” you admitted quietly, backing away from him slowly.

He stepped forward as you stepped back, not letting any distance come between you. Pressing you against his body, he wrapped his arms around your waist and fixed you in place, forcing you to either look at his collarbone, which made you gulp hard, or his face, which made your heart pound. “I love you. Please get that through your pretty little head,” he insisted, lifting your head with his nose to press his forehead to yours.

“I used to hate living in the palace; it’s lonely and suffocating. I would just follow my schedule and then lock myself in my room and read. Everyone thinks the life of a prince must be amazing but I hated it. Until the palace assigned me a new maid.” A smile grew on his face and you knew he was thinking about the first day you brought him his tea. You could remember it like it was yesterday. “You were so cute and nervous and you made me the best tea I’ve ever tasted. I’m a sucker for a good cuppa.”

You frowned at him. “So you only like me for my tea-making skills?” You hoped teasing would make it easier, but his serious expression didn’t waver.

“You’re the only one who calls me Kyungsoo,” he said softly, his forehead pressing you back until you were pushed up against the wall behind you. “You don’t make me feel like a prince, you make me feel like a person. I don’t have to pretend to be something I’m not, I can just be Kyungsoo.” He moved his hands to hold your cheeks softly. “It’s all because of you.”

You tried to turn your head to the side but his gentle grip was difficult to break. “I’m not a princess though. The queen isn’t going to entrust the future of the country to a maid like me,” you confessed softly, wishing he wouldn’t look at you with those deep brown eyes.

“Then I don’t want to be a prince,” he retorted quickly.

Catching him by surprise, you pushed your hands against his chest and sent him stumbling back a couple of steps. “What do you mean, you don’t want to be a prince? You have to. You’re going to be king one day!” you exclaimed, completely taken back by his words.

“I don’t want any of it if it means I can’t be with you. I promise to make my mother understand. She’ll have to accept you otherwise I’ll abdicate the throne,” he said, reaching out for your hand and pulling you towards him. “I’m serious. If she won’t let me make you my princess then I won’t be her king.”

You ducked your head to allow your hair to fall across your face, resting your forehead under his chin to hide your face. “You’d really give it all up for me?” you asked quietly.

Still keeping you in his arms, he leaned back and tried to look at your face. “Do you believe me now? I promise to love you so will you please stop doubting me and just agree to be my princess?”

“Does this mean you’ll have to call me ‘Your Highness’ instead?” you joked, looking up at him with a little smile on his face.

“If it keeps that little smile on your face,” he replied, kissing your nose softly. “Your Highness.” He kissed you again, letting you taste his sweet-tasting lips for brief second before he pulled away and started walking back up the hill, pulling you in tow.

“I love you Kyungsoo,” you murmured, linking your arm up with his and moving closer to hug his side.

He rested his head on top of yours and smiled. “I love you too, Your Highness. But the question is, will you still love me if I have to leave the palace?” he asked jokingly, holding you tighter as a gust of wind blew past you.

“I fell in love with you, not your title,” you told him honestly.

The last part can be found here!


The story of how/when I met Twenty One Pilots.

Okay, so this is the story of when I somehow managed to meet my favourite band ever. I’ll give you some backstory to set the scene, and am writing this up before my shocking memory shoots it into oblivion. There are pictures included for the eyes. It’s long winded, but..

Now, not many of my friends like the same music I do, it’s been that way for a long time. I often find myself going to concerts of my favourite artists with people who are just not as in to it as I am, and it just doesn’t feel as fun.

Now, over 10 years ago, when Myspace was m’thing, I made a friend called Leanne - same name as me, but she lived down South and I live in the North of England. Now, somehow, we managed to remain friends ever since, it was always on the outskirts of each others lives, but we talked. We liked the same bands and would always Tweet (hey, we’re growing up, Myspace was OUT), each other favourite lyrics from certain albums, etc, then one day I asked if she liked Twenty One Pilots, and we started talking about them.

Anyway, I would say around summer last year Leanne messaged me that TOP were touring, which I knew, but they were playing my local date (Manchester) in November, the exact day I flew to America on holiday. Sucks, right? Not that I had anyone to go with! And neither did Leanne. So when they announced new UK tour dates for early 2016, Leanne had messaged me, and again, I said I had no one to go with and neither did she. I had talked about going down to London but I was doing a qualification outside of work and was quite busy. The tickets went on sale and Leanne messaged me that she’d bought a pair and would either find someone to go or go alone, so I said FUCK IT! I’LL GO!

Fast forward to present day. Okay, mid Feb. Everything was ready to go for me going down to London. I was excited and scared to meet Leanne after so many years, and then to just see my favourite band play live. TOP changed everything. For so long I felt like I was losing my mind because nobody understood what I was going through in my own head, and I couldn’t gather the words to express it. Twenty One Pilots could. I found a part of me in their music and I knew I wasn’t alone. I would say Leanne felt the same. We could tweet each other our favourite lyrics and we’d know how the other was feeling, when those words would just be lines in a song to those who don’t understand.

Okay, we’re getting to it now. So I was due to travel to London on Wednesday 25th Feb. On the Thursday before, a competition was posted on Twenty One Pilot’s Facebook page about a secret handshake competition to win meet and greet with the band. Leanne tagged me in this saying it sucked that we couldn’t do this as we won’t meet until the day of the show, to which I replied, we could try a split screen where we both film a handshake and lay them together. We didn’t have long to learn a handshake and it was super basic but at least we tried, right? I sent my footage to Leanne who edited it and it looked SO much better than I could have expected! She had mentioned that we’d been friends for 10 years and were meeting for this band.
I didn’t pay much mind to this as there had been so many amazing entries for this competition, I just wanted to be put out of my misery to know who had won. Tuesday rolled around and we were complaining to each other that they must have just told the winner privately, and we wanted to know what handshake had won. I was at my office job minding my own business on Tuesday afternoon when Atlantic Records UK followed me on Twitter. I didn’t think much of it as earlier that day I had Tweeted a screen shot of Apple Music recommending me a Dr Luke playlist like “hm, no thanks”, and I thought it was related. UNTIL..I got a tweet from Atlantic Records asking me to follow them as they had some important information about the Twenty One Pilots competition. EVEN STILL at this point I thought they were just letting me know we hadn’t won, as we had been publicly moaning about it. So I screen shot the Tweet and sent it to Leanne like “THIS BETER BE REAL” as I was freaking out at my desk. I then had to leave my desk for work stuff for about 20 minutes and couldn’t follow up any conversations or anything, so I got back to a DM from Atlantic Records telling me we had WON the competition to meet the band and to email them my information.
Okay, I almost cried at my desk. I am 25. I sit with people who I would refer to as “proper adults” (aka - they have their shit together). One of them commented that it was nice to see me actually get excited about something.

Okay okay, I’ll fast forward to the day of the show. My train from Manchester was due to arrive in London at 2:30 and we had to be at Brixton Academy to meet the label rep at 5. This didn’t leave a lot of time to get to the hotel, “freshen up” and eat. Oh, and more importantly..DRINK.
I was emailed by the label that as well as the meet and greet, they wanted to film a little about Leanne and myself and how long we’ve been friends, and I would say I’m never camera ready, so I was nervous as fuck. So was Leanne. This is why we needed some dutch courage to settle our nerves.
So we got some food and a couple of cocktails then headed to the venue. By now we were excited and slightly hyper. Here, have a picture of me phoning the label rep and doing my excited dance:

You’ll have to excuse my face, I can’t afford to do anything about it.
So, we found the label guy at the side of the queue and he called some guy who met us at the production door. Now, a quick Instagram stalk tells me that this guy is called Jordan? I think he’s the band manager, correct me if I’m wrong. He took us backstage and lead us upstairs and into a room which just so happened to have a sign outside saying “Spooky’s dressing room”, so Leanne and I (mostly me at this point) were freaking out, as we were left alone in the room whilst they went and got the people to do the filming,
We calmed down enough and they came back with a camera lady and a sound guy and I think a guy called Mark (Reel Bear Media on Instagram) - I really struggled with these guys names as they already looked like people I knew in real life. So Mark sat down with us and talked about how we met, and why Twenty One Pilots. And on reflection I’m so mad at myself for not explaining it as well as I could, I don’t think I justified how much they mean, but how can you explain something so intimate to a room full of strangers? To say that this band found the words I didn’t have the courage to say. I think the interview went well, albeit a little awkward ‘cause we had zero time to prepare. Then…they went to get the band.

The camera stayed in the room as they were filming this bit, too. They said it was for a piece for the bands Facebook page, but I don’t know. I know Mark interviewed quite a lot of people and they filmed the show we were at, so it could be something bigger..
Okay, so we were sat waiting, when the door opened, and in walked Josh Dun followed by Tyler Joseph. Josh walked over and introduced himself to us, shaking our hands, then did Tyler. (Now, for the record for if this video is ever released - our brains didn’t engage and we didn’t stand up to say hi which is so UN-BRITISH OF US!!), but I digress.. Josh was surprised to hear we were both called Leanne, then asked if it was spelt the same, before spelling it out, then asked if we were just adding loads of Leanne’s on to Myspace (which is EXACTLY what I was doing!). I can’t even remember all too much about what was said, but we had to show them our handshake. We’d never done it together before and it was SUPER lame, which we explained, but I bargained that we’d show them ours, if they showed us theirs. So Josh asked if they should go first, to which I said no, because they’d be a tough act to follow, so we did ours, and Tyler said “ that it?” to which we were like..LOL yes. But he elaborated like, it should have a bigger finish. They then did our handshake and tried to add something a little extra on, before showing us their own handshake, which we all know is super ace.

Let me tell you the PRESSURE I felt when talking when both Josh and Tyler would turn to look at me or Leanne as we spoke. It was like, whah, these two humans that are like, huge in my life are LOOKING and LISTENING to little old me. I don’t deal well with strangers and big groups of people, so this attention was already unnerving, but I think I handled it well. We then did a “fake picture” for the camera, so they just filmed us in picture pose. I asked Tyler if he wanted to go in the middle, and he was all like “we’ll keep the Leanne’s together”. So we got our fake picture. Then they did another real picture:

The fake picture which was done first, I had my arm around Tyler, but moved for the real picture as I thought we were done, which resulted in me looking like I had a million other places I’d rather be. (I didn’t - I was hyped!)
Once the camera had left the room we could talk about more private (I guess) things, things Tyler doesn’t want to talk about with cameras there, he said, and just listening to someone who (in my opinion) writes some of the most amazing lyrics talk about these things was inspiring and I felt extremely lucky to hear him say these things us. I know a lot of people don’t get that chance and I am truly grateful.

After this, it was about 5:45 and we had to go get in the queue, which was fine as Leanne had o2 priority queue stuff. We got into the venue and the view was good, we were quite close. Oh yeah, did I mention..I’m 5′1″. I can’t see for shit in most places, and I’m not very good with crowds. It was okay, though, and some guys nearby let me switch places with them as they were taller. I had warned Leanne if we split of it gets too much for me I’d just be at the side. The show started and everyone surged forward but I was alright dancing and stuff but then a couple of songs in, I couldn’t see Leanne, I couldn’t see the stage really and, not to sound like a pretentious twat but I kept knocking my engagement ring and my watch, and I’ve already had to get that watch sent over from Disney World before as my original one broke, and my fiancé would skin me alive if I damaged my ring, so I went to the side.

Honestly, I felt a ton better at the side. I could see, and I could breathe. Yeah being stood alone I felt a little bit paranoid kinda dancing and singing to myself, but I didn’t care, it’s Twenty One Pilots, and I feel like everyone who goes to there show, in one way or another, goes for the same reason, they find something in their music that speaks to them. So I had an amazing time.

Both Leanne and I had said way before even the competition that there was going to be something different about this show, than any other show we’d been to. This one meant more from the get go, it was going to change us. And it did. We met the band, that was something I hadn’t even let myself even think to be a possibility, and they were such nice guys, their whole team was, and all my expectations for that show was completely exceeded. So, Twenty One Pilots - I thank you, from the bottom of my shitty heart.

Only Few Understand.

(All pictures are my own or Leanne’s - please do not use without permission.)

We Will Never Sleep, Cause Sleep Is For The Weak

Alternatively titled; the forgotten journey

Summary: Dan and Phil travel together (and spend most of it unconscious) 

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: swearing (mention of flying?)

A/N; Essentially I am crap and haven’t written anything in ages mostly bc no inspiration and laziness but I went to Romania on a charity trip 2 weeks ago and this is essentially phan doing the 16 hour journey that I did. Hope u enjoy (if there’s anybody still left around to read this at midnight on a monday night laughs)!


He didn’t know anyone who could sleep on such a mode of transportation. Or, as it turned out, he did.

Phil’s head fell against his shoulder, his glasses clutched tightly in one hand and his lips parted slightly. His arms were curled compactly beneath his thick mop of black hair and his long legs sprawled out into the aisle. There was a crinkle on his left cheek. Dan could feel his breathing through his left shoulder.

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Meeting Dodie Clark

So, this is my story of Dodie Clark so far.

It’s a long story but it means a lot to me. To shorten it wouldn’t do the story justice and so I’m going to take my time writing it out.

I hope you enjoy this story and I hope I’ll be able to add to it as time goes on considering I plan on going to ComicCon and SitC this year.

*Note* Some of these quotes aren’t completely accurate because my memory is pretty rubbish but it’s essentially along the lines of what happened.

Here we go!

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My Jensen auto story at A14

god this photo is so big and this story is so long I’M SO SORRY

I’ve been meaning to do this for the past week and it’s only now (conveniently when I have the first of my final year exams on Monday) that I’ve finally gotten around to doing it.

I think it’s better if I start with some background about me. If you know me or have read my #AlwaysKeepFighting story then you will know that when I was young I was a victim of sexual abuse. A couple of years ago I was struggling to cope with it as well as a number of other things. My mental health was at an all-time low and I was all over the place. At the same time a friend of mine lent me season one of Supernatural to ‘take my mind off things’ - and it worked. To see its characters go through hell (literally at times, heh) and keep going - it helped me a lot. I marathoned the then eight seasons in a single week. I learnt about the actors, their personal fights, stories and charity work. Supernatural and its actors, I can honestly say, is one of the main reasons I’m still here today.

Flash forward one year. Asylum 12. I was shitting myself. First con and I was completely alone. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. I was too scared to talk to the cast or to other attendees other than a little ‘hi’ when it was necessary. I was still healing.

Flash forward another year. I was in university now. On a course I never thought I’d be accepted on. I’d been to Africa alone volunteering with elephants. I’d immersed myself in charity work and making people happy in my job. My confidence and self esteem had sky rocketed and I’d managed to save enough money to attend Asylum 14 in May 2015.

I’d sat in front of my computer for hours waiting for the small chance that I’d managed to preorder a Jensen autograph successfully due to limited numbers. When I got the confirmation email that I was successful I danced around my flat for an hour. I was going to meet Jensen Ackles. I could thank him in person. I could thank Misha and Jared too and tell them what they’d done for me. I decided to write a letter telling them my story. The problem was I didn’t know how to write it. I didn’t know how to put it into words and I thought I never would be able to.

Then it came to when I had to travel to Birmingham for Asylum 14. I was sat on the platform waiting for the first of my trains. The sun was shining and it was stupid o’clock in the morning but it was at that moment I realised how truly happy I was. I was so lucky to have what I do now and now I’m at a place where I can find myself able to help other people who need it. I grabbed my notebook from my rucksack and wrote the letter while sharing my breakfast with the pidgeons.

The next day, after already having the time of my life at the convention, it was time for my long-waited autograph with Jensen. There was about three hundred people in the queue and I amused myself by chatting with fellow con-goers and trying to plan out what I wanted to say to Jensen.

I was fine all the way done the queue and when I was just a few people away from the autograph table. I’d heard that any letters/gifts were meant to be given to their handler so when Jensen was talking to the person in front of me I handed my letter over as the person in front left the table. “I’m supposed to give this to you, right?” I asked. “Hell no!  If it’s for him, you give it to him!” She said, elbowing Jensen. “Jensen, you’ve got a letter here.”

At that moment Jensen saw me and smiled. “Hi!” He said.

I smiled back. “Jensen–” I said quietly. Then, I burst into tears. Well, shit.

“I just want to say that thanks to you and Jared and the show I wouldn’t be here so thank you.” I babbled, struggling to fight the urge to just turn and run. 

Jensen smiled at me then, big and bright. “Well,” He said. “I’m glad you’re here.” He signed my photo and then picked up the letter that the handler had slid across the table to him. “I will read this.”

I thanked him, picked up my signed photo and then basically ran out the room.

All down the hallway I was crying but I managed to keep some composure. I heard whispers all around me in the queue. “Why is she crying?” “What’s wrong with her?” “Is she hurt?”

I all but ran to the hall where I knew some friends of mine were stewarding and practically threw myself into a friend’s arms. I then started to hypoventilate and go into one of my panic attacks. I couldn’t get a good breath and around sobbing I began to shake violently. They sat me down and while I told them what happened someone ran to get me some water from the bar.

After a few minutes I managed to get some control of my breathing and I calmed down. 

“He said he was glad I’m here.” I whispered. “Jensen is glad I’m here and he’s going to read my letter.”

And here we are, a week later. This autograph and experience was amazing. Jensen and the other cast know my story. They know how they have helped me and others in their work.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Jensen said to me.

And you know what? So am I.

tipsysam  asked:

You have officially KILLED ME with the SamJess photo op, I can't even... Oh my goooooooood. I need details! Pls tell me they were excited to do it xx YOU WIN EVERYtHING!

Dear Hanna, I am so glad you asked for details because I want to talk about this experience all day every day of my life! Nee (adoredean), who I was lucky enough to share this with, has already posted a little bit of detail here.

So here’s the story with as many details as I can remember to THIS SamJess Photo OP. 

Nee and I were queueing with Lena (canonsoulmates) and Danii (sheriffjodes) to get our SamJess photo OP. We were called to queue really early, and therefore we had to wait for different Ops to finish (namely the J2, Mark and Jim Quad). While we were waiting we continuously watched those photo OPs, because well, Jensen and Jared! Jensen was wearing a blazer and holy moly was he hot! Jared was wearing his beanie and – as you can see in the photo – a very nice shirt (thank God for his choice of wardrobe on that day ;)) At one point there was a little kid taking a photo with them, and Jensen picked him/ her up and it was just adorable – the entire room was filled with a mixture of “aww” sounds and high pitched screeching because JENSEN WITH A LITTLE KID. At the time we weren’t even very nervous, since we were watching other OPs happen and our own didn’t seem to be happening very soon. Adrianne wasn’t there yet either, so we just waited and watched. Until suddenly, the queue had ended and they were actually getting ready for their next OPs (Jensen and Mark together, and Jared coming over to us for the Jared and Adrianne one). At the time Danii was asking how we can get two copies of our OPs since we were all sharing and all wanted  copy of ours. So when she was standing there, asking a steward, Adrianne just walked past her (and I don’t want to tell HER story but ADRIANNE IS JUST THE SWEETEST AND SMILED/ WAVED AT DANII and it’s just amazing okay). Unfortunately, Danii missed Jared walking over. 

And so the photo OPs began. At first there were a lot of people who wanted a photo where they hugged Jared, and especially with the very first one Adrianne didn’t really know what to do. So she posed standing next to them pouting  a little (obviously as a joke :D) but the poor angel had to go through that quite a few times, with many people hugging Jared and her having to awkwardly hug them from the other side or stand by their side posing. She just kind of didn’t quite know what to do. Seriously, she’s such an angel and looked a little like a lost puppy that I just wanted to cuddle and take home with me and keep forever. Anyway, the very first person who did a SamJess hug while she herself stood next to them smiling (or pouting, I can’t quite remember) got the biggest cheer of all. The ended up waving her hands in the air because SUCCESS – SAMJESS PHOTOS! It was great and with that it all slowly picked up, and Adrianne was a lot less excluded in the pose planning. There was the fire extinguisher OP (I tried to find the original photo of this but couldn’t, I’ll link it if I DO find it) which – let’s face it – is amazing and got a lot of laughs. Then there was the Family Photo by the wonderful Lena and Danii, which I’m sure we’ll see soon in a separate post with a separate caption/ story, but it was so beautiful, I just loved the way Jared and Adrianne happily did the pose. 

(this turned out to be VERY long so I added a read more ;))

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