and he just kept waving

{Once in a Lifetime} a Lance Tucker One shot

Lance was an asshole. Period. They didn’t call him ‘The Fucker’ for nothing. But, damn, if you didn’t want him. Badly.

You knew it would be a one time thing. There’s no “more” with Lance. And it’s no secret that he’s been around. You didn’t care. You knew you’d do anything.

He walked into the training facility early that morning. You were already there, warming up and stretching, when you felt his eyes on you. “Morning, Coach,” you said with a small wave. He just gave you a smile and kept walking.

‘Damn him’, you thought to yourself, sitting up on the mat. 'Time to make a move’ you told yourself, and marched to his office.

The door was slightly opened and you could see him sitting at the desk, arms behind his head and feet up, eyes closed.

You cleared your throat and his eyes shot open. “Can I help you?,” he asked with a sarcastic tone, but he grinned like he knew. Of course he knew.

“Sorry, coach,” you started, innocent look on your face and he sat up, “I’m having trouble stretching. Can you help?,” you finished and you could see the fire in his eyes.

He got up out of the chair and walked over to you, standing as close as he could. He chuckled quietly and you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up. He ran a finger over your jaw, making your mouth drop and letting a moan escape. He grinned again and put his lips on your ear, “I don’t think you really want me to help you stretch, beautiful,” he whispered and you couldn’t help but moan again. He laughed. “Keep moaning like that and we won’t even make it out of the office,” he said, voice dropping.

 You looked up at him and just shrugged and he reached down and ran his finger under the band of your shorts. You moaned again, this time louder and he groaned, “oh, that’s it, baby doll,” he said, quickly flipping you around and bending you over the desk

.He ran a hand slowly down you back until he pulled down your shorts and panties in one shot. He snaked his hand around, feeling how wet you were and let out a low moan. “You know I’m not going to take it easy on you,” he breathed out, and you nodded. “Comin’ in here,” he panted out, pushing himself against you, “practically beggin’ me to fuck you,” he said and you whimpered. 

 "Is that what you want?,“ he asked, his voice dark, and you nodded frantically as he slid himself into you, letting out a loud groan at the sensation. "So tight, gorgeous,” he said through gritted teeth, picking up the pace, pounding into you so hard that you could barely hold on. 

 "That’s it,“ he huffed, "clench around me. Come on, doll face, cum for Lance,” he growled and that was all you needed, cumming hard and screaming his name. He moved faster, strokes becoming erratic as he found his own release.  

He pulled out and helped you up, reaching down to grab your shorts and handing them to you. You felt yourself blush as he walked back around to his chair, sitting and throwing his arms back around his head, like nothing happened. You pulled your shorts back up, unsure what to say, so you just walked to the door, turning the handle. 

Just as you walked out, you heard him. “Had fun babe, but that was a once in a lifetime deal.”

The Power of Guilt, Chapter 1

They were standing near the edge of Magnus’ balcony-turned-terrace, watching the last bits of daylight disappear in the night wind. The stars started shining a little while ago, but the dark still hasn’t come to meet them. As if even the night itself was bathing in the warmth of a late summer evening. Maybe if they closed their eyes and listened carefully, they’d be able to hear its mournful melody sounding in their ears. As if the darkness didn’t want the day to go, to leave it alone again.

With the corner of his eye, Alec could see that one of Magnus’ hands was resting on the top of the concrete railing, his shoulder only a few centimeters from Alec’s. If he moved just a tiny bit, if he reached with his fingertips, their arms would brush against each other. He’d be able to take Magnus’ hand into his own, entwine their fingers, hold on.

After that he’d might even go further. Wrap his arms around Magnus’ waist, press their chest together so their heartbeats would melt into each other. Hide his face in the crook of the warlock’s neck, leave a kiss behind his ear, feel the stubble on his jaw.

But he haven’t done any of it. Instead he just stood there, thinking about stupid ‘what-if’s, unable to look away from the darkening sky. They’ve already spent good half an hour, waiting for the other one to say something, while pretending to be watching the sunset.

It’s been a few days since the party that was supposed to be a celebration of Max’s Rune Ceremony. Saying that things didn’t work out as planned would be an understatement.

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note: hope this is what you had in mind! Enjoy! (First Dylan imagine, yey!!!)

Part 2


You were sitting in your room, listening to some music while trying to study for your math exam next week. As the door slammed open and you twitched by the sudden movement and it nearly gave you an heart attack.

“Damn it, Erik!” You almost screamed at your one year older step-brother and he looked kind of shocked. 

“I’m sorry… What are you up to?” He asked, still standing over by the door.

“Studying” you sighed and turned your focus back into the math book, low key wishing he would leave. 

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Hardly Working

Norm hated having to check to make sure the construction company he hired was actually doing their job. He knew someone had to do it though. After the last debacle with the foreman his bosses were going to make sure this one actually finished on time. And it was going to be his job to make sure it happened. His boss trusted him since he was the most senior member. At 54 he’d worked with many contractors. It wasn’t hard for him to find ones he’d trusted. He just wished he could watch from his air conditioned office.

‘Lazy good for nothing pieces of garbage,’ he’d mutter to himself as he followed the foreman around the site. He couldn’t believe how many breaks these ‘men’ were taking. It’s like they were actually doing hard work. And that they had to be out in the hot sun all day. It didn’t matter to Norm though. Even though he was sweating just from walking around the site. He didn’t realize that everyone working there was hotter than he was.

The foreman led him back to the trailer. Everything he’d been shown was up to his standards. However Norm wasn’t quite convinced. He wanted to make sure that it was going to be fine this time. It would be easy for the foreman to show him everything he was supposed to see. He was just going to double check some of the work.

It was pretty easy for him to walk around without a guide. He’d been shown the place several times. If any of the guys looked at him; he just gave them a wave and kept walking. It wasn’t until he found one of the workers sitting down on the job that he got mad.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Norm’s tone was harsh. The guy lazily looked up from his phone.

“My job?”

“Your job?!” Norm was astounded at the worker answering so sarcastically. “Like Hell you are. All you’re doing is playing on your phone. You’re not doing anything!”

“If I’m not doing it right then you do it!” the worker pushed his hammer over. It fell to the ground with a loud bang.  Norm couldn’t believe how rude he was being.

“No respect for your elders,” he chastised the younger man like he had actually known what a hards day work was. “When I was younger you’d get more than just a talking to. Acting all high and mighty just because I’m a bit older than you. I can’t believe this.” Norm bent over and grabbed the hammer.  ‘The insolence of the youth,’ he thought to himself. It didn’t matter. He was going to prove a point to the young’un. The old guy threw the hammer over his shoulder and swung it down.

“Back in my day we actually had to work for a living.” Norm hammered down the peg again. “It wasn’t put on those fancy ass cell phones you got in your pocket. We had to do work every day. Hard work. Didn’t have these god damned machines that break all the god damned time. It was real man’s work.” Mike had pretty much stopped listening. He didn’t really care. As long as someone was doing the work it didn’t matter how it got done. All he had to do was sit back and watch while the other guy worked.

Norm on the other hand didn’t notice how the work was actually getting easier. For an old man one or two swings should have sent him completely out of commission. But he was too busy being angry to even notice. Mike never did a god damned thing and Norm was responsible for making sure the shit got done. Through his anger Norm didn’t notice what was changing. His khaki pants turned into dark blue jeans. Dirt had stained them so badly that washing them was practically pointless. His black shoes lightened in color into the brown steel toe boots. ‘Perfect for kicking Mike’s lily ass.’ He smirked at the idea that’d get him fired. His hands gripped the hammer’s pole even tighter. Even through the gloves he could feel his strong calloused hands. They were good for gripping just about anything. He’d make jokes on how the gloves were just a formality.

Years of his life were adding back on to him. His skin was starting to tighten on top of deep well developed muscle. With each powerful swing it felt easier to swing the heavy hammer again. He was a tough son of a bitch that’s for sure. It looked like he spent years building his body on top of working hard at work. The higher ups made sure he was happy. He could practically run the day by himself. But safety reasons he had to have a partner. Besides working with someone should help the day go by a bit faster. 

After a few more swings he’d started to break a sweat. “Damn,” he cursed, “wish I could be like those lazy shits in their air conditioned offices.” Norm rolled up his sleeves showing off his thick arms. He wiped the sweat from his brow and flexed his admiring the strength he’d built up over the years of working.

“Like you could ever do that,” Mike laughed at him. “All you know how to do is hammer shit.”

“Must be why your mom likes me so much,” Norm grinned.

Mike got up from his lazy nap. “Fuck you dude.” He stood up and tried to act big. He was a pretty tall guy. And he had quite a bit of weight on him. It was just all stuck around his stomach. The only thing he was good at was posturing. Norm knew he was a little bitch deep down.

“You actually gonna do something?” Despite his 5’6” height Norm wasn’t about to back down. He stared defiantly up at his much taller coworker. His arms went wide making him look even bigger. Mike wasn’t about to get fired for something that stupid. He scoffed at Norm and backed down. Norm gave him a mean glare. “Like I thought. You ain’t gonna do shit today.”

You’ll be in my heart

This is a Star vs the Forces of Evil fanfic. I’ve posted this in my fan fiction account already, but I felt like I should post it here too. No particular reason. 

Well, I hope you enjoy it – whoever is reading.

-x-x-x-

It wasn’t the first time he heard it, but it didn’t mean it made it any easier the second time around. He heard it from his mom, once or twice, and his grandma; neither of the two were a fond memory. 

– And this time wasn’t an exception. 

“Star…?” Marco knocked gingerly on her door. The princess had been reclusive this past week, and none of the Diaz’s knew why (or rather, they were in denial). 

“Star, can I come in?” he tried again.

There was a long pause before he decided to let himself in anyway. Star’s room had always been the liveliest compared to the rest of the house. Not only because the one living in there was incredibly bubbly and carefree, but also because there was a lot of magic happening almost all the time. So no… seeing the room dark and dreary, this made the boy worry. 

“Star what’s wrong?” he called out into the darkness, slowly walking towards the sound that he had heard countless of times. 

She was sobbing – very quietly – since she didn’t want to attract any more attention than she already had. 

The princess gave a long sniff before sucking in some air. “Go away, Marco.” The way she said his name almost felt like it physically hurt her. 

“No.” He replied steadfast. “Not until I know you’re alright.” 

Star sniffed again, still facing her back to him. She only moved when she felt something wrap around her waist. A gasp escaped her lips before she turned to the person who crawled into bed with her. 

“I said get out.” Her voice was raspy and dry. 

The boy did the opposite though and tightened his grip on her. 

She sighed, trying to pry herself off of him, which she failed miserably considering their strength difference.

“Leave.” 

“No.”

“I swear, I’ll release an entire tsunami on you if you don’t.” she sounded threatening, but the boy held firm. 

“Marco Diaz I –” 

She never got to finish her sentence because the next thing she felt was a soft warm sensation pressed on her lips. It took her a fraction of a second to realize what was happening, and another fraction of a second to pull him deeper into what he initiated. 

They pulled back after a while, slightly out of breath. 

Marco stared into her blue eyes, now rimed with red from all her crying. It was duller than before. Much paler, and he hated that he couldn’t do anything sooner. 

Star in turn stared into his chocolate brown orbs that were also once so filled with life, but now only worry clouded them. She knew without a doubt his parents would also have the same expressions. How could she have done this to them? Her thoughts drifted back to why she was crying in the first place, and broke down all over again. 

The boy felt his heart break as he saw the tears staining her cheeks once again, and pulled her into a tight embrace. His red hoodie was definitely going to be drenched after all this was over, but at the moment, he didn’t care. He gently rubbed her back as she sobbed uncontrollably on him, whispering words of encouragement to her in hopes that she would feel better. In all honesty he was pretty close to breaking down as well, but he had to stay strong, for the both of them. 

“Im… l-lea-leaving.” She hiccupped between her words, sniffing all the while. 

He didn’t say anything. He knew. He knew from the start this would eventually happen. And he was pretty sure she knew too. It’s just that, now, it actually seems real. 

“I-I… l-love you.” 

Oh why did the world have to be so cruel?

“I love you too.” He replied, his own voice breaking a little. He buried his face into her hair. “God, I love you… so much.” 

Another wave of sobs erupted from his princess. He just kept holding on not knowing how else to comfort her. Until he remembered what his mom used to do back when he used to cry as a kid. The idea was simple, and probably is not the best, but it was worth a try. 

Come stop your crying, it will be alright…” he sang softly. “Just take my hand, hold it tight.” 

He laced his fingers with hers and admired how perfectly they fit into one another. 

I will protect you from all around you.” He wiped strays of tears from her face with his thumb. “I will be here, don’t you cry.” 

It was working, much to Marco’s delight. Star’s sobbing decreased to a minimum, and now they were just small hiccups. 

For one so small, you seem so strong. My arms will hold you, keep you safe an warm.” 

She buried her face deeper into his chest feeling the warmth of his body encase hers. 

This bond between us can’t be broken. I will be here don’t you cry…
’Cause you’ll be in my heart. Yes, you’ll be in my heart… From this day on, now and forever more
…”

He made no objections. Instead he ran his fingers through her golden locks to further sooth the princess. 

You’ll be in my heart. No matter what they say…” Yes, it didn’t matter to him that she was a princess, and a princess of a different dimension. 

You’ll be in my heart…”

No matter how much people tell him his love for her is doomed to heartbreak, he didn’t care. 

“…always.” 

The two didn’t feel time moving after that; they fell asleep in each others arms, and didn’t even wake up when the sun started peeking through the window, because both of them knew the moment they open their eyes, it would be the last time they would see each other. 

But everything had to come to an end. 

Star’s door was once again being knocked, this time with Marco’s parents at the other side. Their expressions were grim, but they tried to force a smile. 

Why can’t they understand, the way we feel?
They just don’t trust what they can’t explain
I know we’re different, but deep inside us,
We’re not that different at all 

Marco’s mom made the two teens a hearty breakfast. Anyone could tell it was made with every bit of love a mother could ever posses. They all tried to be happy. With fake smiles and forced laughter, they reminisced the past of when Star first visited Earth till her time now. Slowly they were growing tired of playing this façade, but it was Star’s last day after all.

And you’ll be in my heart
Yes, you’ll be in my heart
From this day on
Now, and forever more

There was a party after that, much later in the day of course, a farewell to Star Butterfly, which had the majority of people in tears. Former classmates came up to hug the princess and give her their last messages, a few even brought gifts. It touched Star deeply to see how much everyone cared. She was definitely going to miss this place. And that’s saying something, because she’s been all over the universe. 

Don’t listen to them
‘Cause what do they know?
We need each other, to have, to hold.
They’ll see in time, I know

Slowly by slowly the house emptied till only the Diaz family was left. Mrs. Diaz busied herself with cleaning, while Mr. Diaz rounded the laser dogs (not puppies anymore) for a bath since they were having too much fun with the icing on the cake. That left Marco with Star. 

“Help me pack?” she asked him, even though she didn’t want to.

He gave her the most genuine smile he could muster, even though it was forced. “Sure.” 

When destiny calls you, you must be strong
I may not be with you, but you’ve got to hold on

It was around midnight when a portal suddenly appeared in Star’s room. The King and Queen on Mewni stepped out of it, with servants following close behind to carry the princess’s luggage back to her home town.
Star and Marco looked at each other, not knowing exactly which expression to wear. 

They’ll see in time, I know
We’ll show them together

“Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Diaz.” Star’s mom greeted. 

Marco’s parents smiled politely at the queen. “Good evening your majesty.” They said, adding a little bow. 

The King and Queen turned to Marco and Star next, giving them an understanding glance. 

“We’ll be waiting. You have five minutes.” They told their daughter. 

The Diaz parents did the same and nodded to their son.

As soon as they left, Star threw herself at Marco. 

‘Cause you’ll be in my heart
Yes, you’ll be in my heart

“I can’t even say ‘Keep in touch’ in this situation.” Star said in irony. 

Marco chuckled, still hugging her. 

Believe me, you’ll be in my heart
From this day on, now and forever more

“That’s the fate of two star-crossed lovers I guess.” He said bitterly.

Star took a deep shaky breath to control the emotions rampaging within her.

Oh, you’ll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You’ll be in my heart…
always

“It sucks.” She commented. 

“Tell me about it…” He loosened his grip to face her. 

Always
I’ll be with you
I’ll be there for you always
Always and always

He lifted her chin up with his hand and leaned to down to feel her lips… one last time. His hands drifted down to her waist, as her hands clasped themselves around his neck.

Just look over your shoulder

The kiss was passionate, and they made sure it was embedded into their hearts. 

“Your Majesty,” a servant cleared his throat from behind the teens. “The King and Queen are waiting.”

Just look over your shoulder

The princess turned to her best friend and lover. He was smiling, but it looked like it hurt. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying. 

“Go.” he told her.

And she did. 

Just look over your shoulder

But not without turning back one last time. 

Marco still kept the smile on his face. Encouraging her to keep moving forward.
She smiled back at him, a thousand kilowatt smile that could light up his day any day, except that day. That day it killed him, it killed him to know this would be the last time he would see it. 

I’ll be there always…

And when the portal closed, two half souls on either side fell onto their knees and broke down into a million pieces. 

Hopefully someday… their paths will cross again.


-end-

Help Me - part 2 - Imagine

*Harry’s POV*

“Y/N! What the hell happened?”

She sniffed as I pulled her gently inside the house by the arm that didn’t appear to be injured. She shuffled in behind me and shut the door gently behind her. Leading her to the couch I sat her down gently and reached out to wipe a stray tear from her cheek. I was taken aback when she flinched away and immediately, I was reminded of the situation between us.

“What happened?” I asked again gently, taking a seat on the coffee table opposite her.

“He, h-he was so angry. He just kept pushing me, and hitting me. He wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t get him off. He just kept h-hurting me” she cried, a wave of fresh salty tears streaming down her face. She hissed as one traced over the cut on her lip, the salt irritating the freshly torn skin.

“Who kept hurting you?” I asked. The answer of course was obvious, it was that douche she left me for, the jumped up pretty boy who walked around with a silver spoon up his arse. He was the bastard who hurt her, the lowlife scum who dared lay a finger on her beautiful body.

“Andrew” she mumbled, wiping away the tears as more continued to fall. She continued to cradle her left arm in her lap. I reached out slowly to examine it, most of the damage hidden beneath the jumper she wore. I flicked my eyes up to hers for any hint of hesitation or reluctance she might have to me touching her, but she simply watched my movements carefully. I took her lack of response as confirmation to continue and gently brushed the sleeve of her jumper up to her elbow, revealing the skin beneath.

Across her once flawless skin, dark purple bruises of various sizes littered the surface. They were various sizes and shapes, but the ones around her wrist were obviously fingerprints, deep purple ovals where he held a tight grasp on her arm, pinning her against the wall or simply restraining her, I didn’t want to know.  

I brushed the pad of my thumb over the wound causing her to hiss in pain. The blood was boiling inside my body, the internal rage that someone had dare hurt her making me feel sick as red began to cloud my vision.

“Why did he do this to you?” I seethed.

“He came home from work early. I was sitting on the couch looking through old photos of me and you and he just lost it. He said I was cheating on him with you. He kept calling me a slut and whore and when I stood up for myself, he started hitting me” she explained gently.

“Has he ever done this to you before?” I asked.

“No. He’s got angry with me before and frightened me a bit, but he’s never hit me” she said, tenderly removing my hand from her wrist and pulling her sleeve back down. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and looked me in the eyes for the first time since entering our house, my house.  

There was a lull in the conversation as Y/N watched me internally combust, tear myself apart from the inside out as I imagined all the things he had done to her. Usually the thought of his hands on her body repulsed me, but the thought of his hands hurting her body was about to send me on a murderous rampage.

But my first thought was to care for the girl I love. I left her on the couch as I jogged to the bathroom to get the first aid kit before returning and crouching in front of her. I applied a soothing cream that would help draw the bruise to her face and arm, ensuring that my touch was as gently as possible so that I didn’t cause her any more pain. Whenever my fingers traced a more delicate patch of skin she would bite her lip firmly and try to keep a steady face, desperate to hide her discomfort from me.

I was tending to the cut on her lip when I spoke.

“Why were you looking at pictures of us?” I asked gently, continuing to wipe to antibacterial swab across the cut to clean it. Her eyes wavered between mine, hesitant and unsure as she thought of her answer.

“I was missing you, looking at pictures helps me sometimes” she said quietly, our eyes locked and focused as my hand slowly fell from her lip. “But sometimes it just makes me miss you more”.

“I’ve been missing you too” I replied.

“I know,” she giggled, “I can tell by the way you look”. Glancing down at my unwashed clothes and running a hand through my greasy hair, I once again became aware of how different I must look. She giggled once more as I frowned at my own appearance, the noise eliciting a buzz in my veins as I cherished the sound I had missed so much.

“Yeah, I’ve looked better” I said.

“You’ve also looked worse” she retaliated and I laughed, a loud, hearty laugh that lifted so much weight from my shoulders. I haven’t laughed since she left, and the relief it brought nearly collapsed my fragile heart.

“I’m sorry I left you the way I did. After everything we had and everything we’ve been through, you deserved a better ending than that” she said, changing the tone of the conversation. I was about to open my mouth to say that it was ok before she held her hand and interrupted.

“And don’t say it’s ok, because it isn’t. No one deserves to be left that was, especially you” she said. I couldn’t think of the right words to say. Should I tell her that, no, it wasn’t fair to leave me that way, that she took everything with her when she left. Or should I ease her troubled mind, sooth her thoughts and comfort her when she was suffering so much more that I was probably even aware. I decided to leave it.

“Are you going to go back to him?” I asked, desperate for the answer I had been craving since she arrived at the door. With a small frown, she shook her head.

“No, I won’t put myself back into that situation. It was coming to an end anyway. It’s hard to be with someone when you are in love with someone else” she said. Within seconds she placed her finger on my lip, silencing the words that were about to spill, preventing me from telling her that I love her too.

“Not now, we can talk properly later, I just need to sort my head out first,” I nodded my head and respected her wishes, “I also need to figure out how to get my stuff back from his house without seeing him” she said, chewing the inside of her cheek.

“I’ll get it for you,” I said with a complacent shrug, “and maybe beat the shit out of him as well” I said.

Y/N laughed, a wide smile, bright eyed laugh that echoed off the walls of our broken home. Immediately, our surrounding brightened, brought back to life simply with her presence, her mere existence bringing life back into everything around her. She grinned at me as I examined her with and awe that can only come when you love someone with your body and soul.

“Welcome home baby” I smiled.  

Smile (Gally x Reader)

Character: Gally

Fandom: Maze Runner

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Fluff

Title: Smile


Requested by anon:

Hello! I really love your imagines so I was wondering if I could have a Gally one? Just a cute fluffy one, where there like best friends and one day she’s not feeling too well, or is sad. And gally comes to cheer her up and then they confess feelings and he like asks to kiss her? Thank you so much if you have the time to write it! ^-^


Every day in the Glade was always hard for everyone. But I was fed up with everything and was feeling so down.

Usually, I would cheer up while talking to Zart and Newt as I did my job in the Gardens. But today not even that.

Perhaps it was that I had been sleeping very little time lately. Or that my stomach hurt. But I didn’t feel so good.

A few guys noticed, but I didn’t want to upset Alby, so I kept working.

As I cared to the plants and flowers, I looked up searching for Gally.

At first we didn’t get along and we kind of disliked each other, but as time went by, we learned how to get each other to like us and eventually we became friends. Really good friends. Best friends in fact, which surprised everyone as Gally wasn’t usually that kind towards anyone. He probably had a soft spot for me.

“I still can’t bloody understand what you see in that shank” Newt teased me, nudging me as I got back to work once I spotted him near the Map Room.

Gally was helping Ben to do something there. Builder’s job, I supposed.

“Yeah, same here” Zart joined him, so I just groaned in disgust and they chuckled.

With a heavy sigh, I stood up from my kneeling position and looked at Gally again.

Newt and Zart were right. I liked him. A lot.

And they were right about him being a shank sometimes. But not that much since we started getting along.

He looked over at me too, and I noticed a tiny smile on his lips even from that distance.

I waved at him as he kept staring.

He just nodded his head towards me.

“You still look like klunk” Zart observed, knowing that I had been feeling a little sick the whole day.

“Yeah” I huffed as I held my hands on my waist. “Can I take a break, Newt?”

“Go ahead, Y/N” The blond looked up to me. “I’ll tell Alby you weren’t feeling so good if he asks”

“Thanks” Feeling a bit shaky, I walked away and left the two of them working.

I looked over my shoulder one last time, though. Gally was still looking in my direction until Ben shoved him to get his attention back.

*

After I drank some water, I went to lie down in my hammock.

I was aware that naps weren’t too popular among the Gladers. Mainly because Alby freaked out if he found any of us taking a snooze during the day when we should be working. But I just hoped I could fall asleep and feel better when I woke up.

However, I had no luck since I still was wide awake.

“What are you doing here, baby girl?” Gally’s voice slightly startled me.

I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“I’m not feeling so good” My voice sounded childish and tiny, but I was feeling worse every moment.

“You’ll be more comfortable in a bed” Softly gripping my arm, he pulled at me until I got on my feet.

“I don’t have a bed” I whined, leaning my weight over him feebly as he wrapped my waist to help me walk. We were headed towards the Homestead.

“But I do” Was all he said as we came in.

Very patiently because I felt weak, Gally helped me slowly walk up the stairs up to his room.

The both of us remained silent as he helped me lie down on his bed. Then, he briefly smiled at me.

“Stay there, I’ll get the Med-Jacks” Gally said as he walked back to the door.

“No” I whined, not really wanting to let him go.

“Do you want me to stay with you?”

I just nodded and clumsily scooped over to make room for him in the bed.

Gally softly sighed and lied down next to me.

I tiredly rested my head on his shoulder and he brought me closer to him, tightly holding me against his torso by my waist.

Cuddling him must have been the key, because I was starting to feel a little better.

It might be that the butterflies in my stomach were distracting me from my stomach ache.

“Are you sure you don’t need the Med-Jacks?” He asked me worriedly.

“Yeah, I’m just a bit tired” I sighed, snuggling closer to him. “I just need you here with me”

“As you wish” Gally replied.

*

It had been a few hours since then. We had been chatting and he had managed to make me forget about everything and cheered me up. He didn’t really do much, he was just being my best friend.

“Will you get in trouble staying here with me, Gally?” I looked up at him until I met with his eyes.

He just shook his head, directly looking into my eyes.

“That shank Alby can’t tell me off. I’m on my break”

I nodded and rested my cheek against his chest, where I could his heart rhythmically beating under his shirt.

“It’s strange not seeing you smile” He mumbled.

He was kind of right. I was always really bubbly and really expressive, always smiling everywhere I went. Newt always said I was like a ‘bloody smiling walking marshmallow’ because I was so sweet, positive and always in a good mood. And even Gally had to agree with him in that.

“Well, I feel like klunk” I wasn’t even trying to be funny, but he chuckled a little.

“I love that smile, though, Y/N” His voice was low, almost as if saying it too loud would scare me.

Ironically, I would have smiled at his words if I wasn’t still feeling not so well.

“Thanks, Gally” Was all I could think of saying.

The Builder stirred under me and I heard his heartbeat speeding up. I frowned, wondering why his heart was beating so fast.

“I don’t only love that smile. I love you” Gally suddenly told me.

I gasped in astonishment, but I didn’t move.

Instead, it was Gally who moved to lie on his side, holding his head up with one hand, his elbow resting on the pillow as he looked down at me.

He slowly reached out for my hand and gently held it in his bigger hand.

“Are you feeling better?” Gally asked me, gently pushing my hair off my face.

“Yes” I stared at him, startled by the whole situation. He had just confessed his love for me! “I think it was because of you”

“Really?” He smirked, raising one eyebrow.

“Aha”

“Why is that?”

I shyly shrugged, looking away from his face.

“Maybe because I love you too and…” I thought about the words I needed to explain how he made me feel. It wasn’t so easy. “And you always… I feel good when I’m around you”

Still holding my hand, Gally gently lifted my chin up so I would look at him again.

I gulped as I realized that I had just told him I felt the same for him.

My eyes subconsciously settled in his lips and only then I knew how much I wanted to kiss him.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” He asked me of a sudden.

“Yes” I immediatly told him.

I slowly leaned in closer to his lips, but he pulled away with another smirk.

“Now that you’re feeling better” Gally gave me a little kiss on the forehead. “Smile for me”

I groaned as I nuzzled my nose on his chest.

“Gally…” I whined, stirring in the bed.

“I won’t kiss you unless I see that beautiful smile”

Stupid Gally. He knew how much I wanted to kiss him.

So I looked up at him and smiled.

“You always put a smile on my face, Gal”

Beaming and yet smirking, he moved closer and leaned his lips in mine sweetly. Finally.

2

                                         The Anniversary Part 2

Nate’s P.O.V. 

“Yo bro what’s this?” John came bouncing down the stairs holding a small black box with a white ribbon on top. 

“Where’d you find it?” I asked.

“I was looking for a pair of shoes under your bed and found this” I ignored the comment about him looking for a pair of MY shoes and grabbed the small black box. 

“Should we open it?” He looked at the box then back at my face. 

“Do it.’ He smirked. I rolled my eyes and hesitantly took the lid off the small black box. As soon as I removed the lid I was met with the sight of a black and gold Rolex watch. I looked at John confused and slowly took it out.

“This fell out.” John bent down and picked up the small white envelope with ‘Nate’ written on the top in neat cursive. I could recognize that handwriting anywhere. I hesitantly opened the envelope and started to read the note.

╭╮╰╯ ╭╮╰╯ ╭╮╰╯ ╭╮╰╯ ╭╮╰╯ ╭╮╰╯

Dear Nate,

       I want to start off by saying that I love 

you with all my heart and nothing can

or will ever change that. 

      Now, onto the reason why i wrote this, 

I remember us going to the mall and I remember 

you eyeing this watch the whole time we 

were in the  store. So I thought that this would be the 

perfect gift to get you for our one year anniversary. 

      I hope you enjoy your present and Happy One Year Anniversary,

I love you with all my heart. 

Love, Y/N.♡   

╭╮╰╯ ╭╮╰╯ ╭╮╰╯ ╭╮╰╯ ╭╮╰╯ ╭╮╰╯

I fucked up. 


Y/N’S P.O.V.

It has been about a month since I left Nate and I admit that I missed him. Things just don’t feel the same without having him here. But I have to be strong. 

I’ve actually recently started talking to this guy that I met at work name Austin and we were going out on a date today. 

Speaking of which, he had just texted me he was outside.

I checked my outfit in the mirror and headed outside towards his black range rover. 

“Hey” I smiled getting into the passenger side. 

“Hey, you look hot.” I grimaced but forced a smile back on my face. 

“So where are we going?” I asked.

“I thought it’d be pretty cool if we got ice cream.” I nodded my head and leaned back against the seat of the car. I closed my eyes and thought of how different things would be if I had Nate by my side.

He parked the car and got out. I waited patiently thinking he was going to open the door for me but he just kept walking and turned towards me and waved me over when he noticed I wasn’t following him.

I sighed and got off the car, closing the door and headed towards the entrance.

Upon entering I was met with the refreshing cool air and the chatter of people. 

“So what do you want?” He asked.

“I’ll take mint chocolate chip please” 

“You go ahead and take a seat while I order.” I nodded my head and headed towards a table in the corner.

I suddenly bumped into someone and caused them to drop their phone.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” I reached down and grabbed the phone.

“It’s fi- Y/N?” I instantly stood up and looked at Sammy’s smiling face.

“Hey Sammy.” I mumbled giving him a small smile and handing him his phone back.

“I’m sorry about your phone”

“It’s fine. So what are yo-” 

“Yo Sammy we gotta go!” I cringed at John’s voice and prayed he wouldn’t notice me. “Oh shit, Y/N?” Luck was not on my side today. 

“Hey John.” I grimaced. 

“What are you doing here?” John asked.

“I came here to get ice cream?” Sam let out a laugh a slapped Johns back. “That’s a neck bro.’ 

“You guys I have our ord- Y/N?” Fuck. 



Rajigaze Nov 25

Kai (reading mail): “My unexpected experience happened when I was in high school. I was on the train on my way to school, and a boy around my age was standing beside me. He looked exactly like a kid from my middle school, so I tapped on his shoulder to say hi, but it turned out to be a total stranger. I realized as soon as he turned around, and I don’t know what I was thinking but I just looked to the man behind him–” this is also a stranger btw

(Uruha giggles)

Kai: “And said, ‘long time no see!’” (laughs) “It was unexpected that the boy was a stranger, and the way I reacted was also unexpected. Uruha-san, Kai-san, please be careful not to mistake people for someone else!” 

Uruha: Man, that was just one bad thing after another. 

Kai: (laughs) I know, but I feel it.

Uruha: That must have been embarrassing af

Kai: (dying) It is….I’ve done it before

Uruha: Seriously?

Kai: This person was far away – maybe 50m ahead of me, and they were wearing clothes like my friend always wears, so I thought, ‘oh that’s totally them!’ and I started walking towards them waving, – (bursts out laughing) – and then I realized it was totally a different person, and I was like oh shit what do I do!! so I just walked right past them still waving –!!

(both burst out laughing)

Uruha: Omg if someone saw you walking up to them waving they would probably be so scared 

Kai: Well they like, only half noticed me – like I don’t think they were even thinking, ‘oh is he waving at me?’ so I just kept getting closer, and then I was like, oh fuCK it’s the wrong person, but then I thought like, whatever I don’t even think they’re paying attention so I just kept on going (laughs)

Uruha: Oh my god

Kai: Yeahhh it was so embarrassing…..

Uruha: Couldn’t you have just stopped and been like, ‘oh sorry…’

Kai: Nahhhh like…idk I didn’t have the courage to do that you know? (laughs)

Uruha: (laughs) Ohh okay, so you just try to cover it up

Kai: Yeah, I totally understand this! Well, on a train I wouldn’t know cause I never take the train

Uruha: Ofc u don’t

Kai: (laughs) Yeah, but….mistaking a person for someone else…yeahhhh…..

Uruha: One time I went shopping with someone…and like, I was walking ahead of them…and I just assumed they were right behind me…but at some point they’d disappeared…and some other person was standing behind me

Kai: Oh that does happen (laughs) 

Uruha: And I picked something up and turned around and was like, ‘isn’t this kinda weird?’ to some stranger, and they’re just like, ‘what?’

Kai: (laughs) I bet you apologize then?

Uruha: No

Kai: You don’t?!

Uruha: I don’t

Kai: Oh actually tru

Uruha: I just immediately stop talking

Kai: (laughing) And then u run away 

Uruha: I pretend I was talking to myself

(Kai dying) 

Uruha: Like, ‘this is kinda weird hmm~’ (Cute Uruha Giggle™)

Kai: (still dying) ‘Isn’t this kinda weird??’

Uruha: ‘this is kinda weird~’

(both laughing) 

Kai: Yeahh, that stuff happens a lot…(laughs) but I’m sure if you just said to the person, like, ‘oh sorry I thought you were someone else’ –

Uruha: Yeahh, I want the courage to apologize too! 

Kai: I’m sure they would understand! (laughs)

Uruha: Hmm…

Kai: Anyway, this might be totally off topic but…something pretty funny happened to me recently…someone called me and they were like, ‘this is Mr. So-and-so, right?’ but it was the wrong number, so I was like, ‘no, it’s not.’ And I mean usually at that point they’d be like, ‘oh really? I’m sorry,’ and hang up, right? 

Uruha: Mhm. 

Kai: But they called and were like, ‘are you Mr. So-and so?’ and I’m like, ‘no I’m not,’ and I was expecting them to hang up but they’re just like, ‘oh really? Well anyway you know how blablabla…’ and they just start talking to me. (laughs) And I’m like, tf is this person saying, so I was like, ‘I’m not so-and-so eh’ and they’re like ‘oh yeah I know that, but like blablabla’ and they just went on… (laughs)

Uruha: They must have been tryna sell you something. 

Kai: Yeah, that’s what I thought at first, so I was just listening like ‘ughh this is annoying’ but they ended up talking about some personal stuff…like I thought it was a telemarketer so I was waiting for them to be like, ‘can I interest you in blablabla,’ right? But it wasn’t, and so they said their thing and then they were just like ‘okay so next time I’ll do this okayyyy’ and then they just hung up. 

(both laugh)

Kai: I’m like, ‘tf was that!?’ 

Uruha: Maybe they were rehearsing something? 

Kai: (laughing) No no no no…I totally thought it was a telemarketer, I was like ‘ugh fuck me these guys are so annoying,’ and I was waiting for them to try to sell me something but…

Uruha: So they weren’t listening at all to what you were saying…

Kai: Yeah! Not at all…and like, I TOLD them I wasn’t that person..!! (laughs) And they’re just like ‘yeah, okay, but…’

Uruha: So it really could have been anyone huh.

Kai: I guess so.

Uruha: That’s scary. I would have been like ‘oh hell no.’

Kai: Well, I was like that too…

les amis driving
  • Combeferre: textbook great driver, excellent turns and but just straight up sucks at parallel parking. seriously, it takes him like 7 moves to get it mostly straightened out. it's rough. he drives for half the road trips.
  • Feuilly: excellent driver, does the other half of the road trips. flawless parallel parking, much to Combeferre's envy.
  • Bahorel: of course he's a total leadfoot, a bit heavy handed with turns, but no serious problems besides that.
  • Marius: banned by all of his friends from driving. he has his license and everything but this man once spent over half an hour at a stop sign because he just kept waving everyone else on.
  • Cosette: amazing control, always driving minimum 8 mph higher than the speed limit, and somehow not a single traffic violation or ticket. chats animatedly all while wheeling it around corners, effectively scaring the ever-loving shit out of everyone she drives with (besides Marius, who has been completely desensitized after he vomited the first time he drove with her)
  • Courfeyrac: also a speed demon, and less control than Cosette -- no one will drive with him, but he hasn't figured out why, he thinks his driving is just fine. [crashing noises in the distance]
  • Enjolras: literally doesn't know how to drive, just uses public transit; never really wanted to learn.
  • Grantaire: perfectly good driver, very smooth, and knows everything there is to know about cars. probably has an really ugly Saab.
  • Eponine: even better with cars than Grantaire, refuses to even look at people who drive automatics, probably has an ancient, LOUD hot rod.
  • Jehan: does not like driving, but will when they have to. they got their permit, but never actually got their license.
  • Joly: NO NO NO NO NO NO
  • Musichetta: wonderful driver, is the only person besides Feuilly and Grantaire that Joly will get into the car with. also has excellent parallel parking.
  • Bossuet: brakes for anything that moves, total pain to drive with because he's so stop-and-go.
Matt imagine for Rachel

“Rach, let’s go. I don’t want to get there so late.” Your brother Cameron yelled from outside. Cameron was in this thing called Magcon. He knew how much you loved going and ever since the first one, you’ve been tagging along ever since.

 Even though you loved going to Magcon, one of the main reasons you always went was because it was the only time you were able to see your very secret boyfriend, Matt. Well, it was more of a secret from Cam, and the fans, considering everyone else in the group already knows about it. You were actually quite surprised Nash kept his mouth shut for so long since him and Cameron were so close.

“I’m coming!” You shouted back while running through the house. You looked around to make sure you had everything. After checking everything over twice, you grabbed your purse and made your way outside.

“Are you ready? Do you have everything you need?” Cameron asked as he hopped into the driver’s seat. You gave him a small nod as a smile formed on your lips. Just a few more hours until you get to see Matt. You saw your mom wave both of you off as you drove away.
Since Magcon was in San Francisco this week, Cameron decided to just drive there. For the first 3 hours you and Cameron just talked about goofed around. By the time the fourth hour rolled around, it was already 7:00 and you could tell Cameron had barely any energy left in him. You would offer to drive, but every time you asked, he always said no. So you didn’t bother trying this time. Instead you just said to him, “Cameron, pull over. Take an hour or two nap,” He waved you off and just kept driving. You rolled your eyes, knowing it’s going to take a lot to convince him. 

As the drive went on, you kept checking your phone to see if Matt has texted you yet, but nothing. It didn’t surprise you much since you knew he was on the plane, but you hoped he would already be in San Fran.

It wasn’t until you felt the car jerk a little before telling Cameron again to pull over, “Cam! Pull over! You’re going to get us into an accident! Either pull over or let me drive, your choice.” You said, turning in your seat so you were facing him. Cam mumbled a ‘fine’ and pulled into the nearest rest stop.

“I’ll be right back,” You said as your stomach rumbled. Cam must have heard it because as you got out of the car, you heard him tell you to bring something back. You said ok and started walking over to the building, hoping there was a vending machine or two inside. You were in luck. You bought a few snacks and two bottles of water. You decided to call Matt instead of going back to the car. 

No answer.

You let out a sad sigh and left him a voicemail:

“Hey Matt.Just wanted to call and hear your voice, but you’re still on the plane I guess. Well, I’ll see you in a few hours. I love you, babe.”

You felt tears form as you hung up. It was hard being in a relationship with Matt knowing you wouldn’t be able to see him everyday. It’s been almost two months since both of you were together. You missed him. You missed his hugs, his kisses, his laugh. God his laugh. He laughed at everything and anything. He could cure cancer with that laugh of his. 

You wiped away the stray tear on your cheek before finally heading back to Cameron’s car. You were glad it was dark out so your brother couldn’t see how upset you were. “Here,” You said handing him some of the snacks you bought. He gladly accepted it and started eating. Even though you were hungry, you were too upset to eat. You reclined your seat as far back as it could go and laid down. Once Cam was done eating, he mimicked your actions and laid down as well. Moments later you felt something being thrown over your body. 

A blanket. 

It was long enough for both you and Cameron to both be covered and have a little extra on each end. You cuddled into the blanket, pretending it was Matt. The last thing you remember before falling asleep was Matt’s voice inside your head telling you he loved you.

When you woke up a couple hours later, it was still dark out but Cam was driving again. The radio was turned on to a low volume, but you still hear it. You checked the clock on the dashboard and saw it was already 1:45. 

“Your phone went off a few times while you were sleeping,” Cam said, keeping his eyes on the road. You felt your eyes droop again but soon snapped open when you realized what he said. Immediately, you grabbed your phone out of the cup holder and looked at it. You felt a smile creep on your face as you saw Matt’s name on your phone. 

You leaned your head against the window and let your hair fall in your face so Cameron wouldn’t be able to see you smiling like crazy. You decided against listing to the voicemail until you were at the hotel room. Instead, you read the 5 messages he sent you:

From - matty: Hey babe. You might be sleeping, just wanted you to know I just landed in San Fran.

matty: Just got to the hotel room, can’t wait until you’re here ;)

matty: I love you, beautiful. Goodnight…or good morning. <3

You couldn’t keep the smile from forming on your face. You texted Matt back to tell him you couldn’t wait until you saw him and put your phone back into the cup holder. The rest of the drive there all you thought about was Matt and your one year. It’s not until the week after Magcon…which means you won’t be together for it. It made you upset, but both of you decided to do something before he left for Virginia again.

When 2:57 rolled around, you finally arrived at the hotel and exhausted. You grabbed your bag out of the trunk as Cameron grabbed his and the two of you walked inside the hotel, hurrying so you could get to the room.

The guy at the front desk gave you the hotel room key and you took it from it before almost running to the elevator. When you and Cam got to the room, neither of you made any effort to change into pajamas. You texted Matt back really fast telling him you finally made it to the hotel before flopping down on the bed. You didn’t bother waiting for a text back because the second your head hit the pillow, you went out like a lamp.

You woke up again a few hours later to your phone vibrating like crazy. Very sleepily, you moved your hand around the bed trying to look for it. Just before the call was about to end, you answered it, not bothering to look at the caller ID.

“Hello?” you said, keeping your voice hushed. You felt your heart skip a beat when you realized who it was. Matt.

“Hey, Rach,” Matt said. You could practically hear him smiling through the phone, “Sorry to wake you up but can you come over to my room, I’m lonely.”

You nodded your head, forgetting he couldn’t see you, “Yeah, just give me a few minutes,” You said getting out of bed, “What’s your hotel room number?” You asked as you walked over the the door to put your shoes on. Matt told you what it was and you quickly started heading there. You didn’t bother letting Cam know you were gone since you would just make up an excuse in the morning for why you left. You texted Matt that would would be there in a minute or so. Just as he responded, your knuckles were hitting the door quietly. The door opened up to reveal Matt dressed in sweatpants, with no shirt on, along with 4 very loud and obnoxious boys. You look up at Matt and in a hushed tone you said, “I thought you were lonely?”

You kept your gaze on Matt as he rubbed the back of his head, “I was lonely without you?…” He said, almost as a question. You didn’t wait another second before finally wrapping your arms around his torso, holding on for dear life.

“I missed you so much, Matt,” You said just loud enough for him to hear you. You buried your head into Matt’s chest and inhaled his cologne. Matt wrapped his arm’s around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as he said, “I missed you too, Rach. You have no idea,” You felt Matt kiss the top of your head before letting go as you did the same. Your face saddened, wanting to stay in Matt’s arms forever.

His hand latched on to yours as the two of you walked back into the room together to join Carter, Jack and Jack, and Taylor. 

“Hi guys,” I said with a giant smile on my face. They returned their hello’s and you settled yourself on Matt’s lap as the boys returned to their conversation. You didn’t care if Matt was paying little attention to you, all you cared about was that you were finally together, finally in his arms.

You looked up at Matt as Taylor said something funny, noticing how big his smile was. The way he laughs. The crinkle by his eyes. You noticed every reason you fell in love with him.
“What?” Matt asked, looking down at you with lust and love filling his eyes. You muttered ‘nothing’ just as the room fell silent.
“We’re gonna get going,” Jack J said as all four of them stood up. You felt kind of sad, knowing this may be the only time you get to hand out with the boys alone for a long time. You put a smile on your face as you got off of Matt’s lap and went over to say bye to the four boys. After hugging the Jacks and Taylor goodbye, you stopped right in front of Carter.

If there was anyone you were the closest to out of the nine boys, besides Matt, if would be Carter. Considering he is Matt’s best friend too, he was also yours. Carter was actually the reason you’re with Matt right now.

“He missed you a lot you know,” Carter said nodding his head towards Matt who was talking to Gilinsky. A smile appeared on your face as you looked back at Matt to see him already looking at you.

“The feeling is mutual,” You said turning back to Carter.

Carter pulled you in for a hug and quietly said, “Just try not to be too loud tonight,” Laughter filled the air around you as the words flowed through your mind. You shook your head as he walked away and towards the door with the other boys.

Finally, it was just the two of you. You felt Matt’s chest press against your back as his arms snaked around your waist. His lips attacked your neck, gently biting when he found your sweetspot. A soft moan escaped your lips as he sucked on it, surely leaving a mark for tomorrow. You turned around to face Matt as his hands grabbed the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. The second your legs wrapped around his waist, his lips collided with yours.

“I missed you so much,” Matt mumbled against your lips. You let out a shaky breath and reattatched your lips with his. Before you knew it, your back hit the bed and Matt was hovering over you. His lips connecting with your neck, sucking and biting every spot he could. You knew you were going to wake up with a love bite as Matt sucked on your neck, gently swiping his tongue over the soon to be bruised area.

You woke up the next morning in nothing but a pair of Matt’s American Eagle boxers and his Magcon hoodie. You smile as you remember the events of last night. You felt Matt stir behind you, signaling he’s awake. You turned around to face Matt and saw he had a smile on his face as bright as the sun. “Morning,” he said, voice was raspy from the sleep.

You leaned up a little and met Matt half way for a quick kiss. “Matt, I love you, but I do not love your morning breath,” You said, crinkling your nose as you pulled away from him. Matt’s face turned into pout before letting out a sigh and rolling off the bed, walking to the bathroom.  

Minutes later Matt came jogging towards the bed, “Better?” he asked kissing your lips. You smiled into the kiss, silently giving him his answer.

Matt depended the kiss as he pulled you closer to his chest. Things started to get heated as you straddled his hips. “Round 2?” Matt mumbled against your lips. Just as you nodded your head ‘yes’, Matt was pulling the hoodie over your head, leaving you in only your bra and his boxers. You earned a soft moan from Matt as you rocked your hips against his, “I want you,” Matt growled as he flipped you over, now hovering over you. 

Just as Matt reached behind you to unclasp your bra, there was knock on the door. You turned your head only causing Matt to move his lips to your neck, starting on another hickey. “Matt, go answer that,” You said, leaning up on your elbows as the knocking continued. Matt released his lips from your skin and rested his head in the crook of your neck. After letting out a deep sigh, Matt said, “Fine, ok,”

Matt got off the bed and quickly walked to the door. You flopped back down on the bed just as he opened it. “Hey, Matt,” Almost instantly you realized the voice, “Have you se-” Cameron. 

“What the…FUCK?!” Shit. You quickly scrambled to grab the hoodie off of the floor and pull it over your head. “You’re fucking my…my sister!?” Cameron yelled, pushing Matt, making him stumble backwards, “Are you fucking shitting me, Matt! My sister?!" 

You fast walked over the where Cam and Matt were, “Cameron, listen, it’s not w-” You were cut off by your brother who started yelling again.

"Bullshit, Rachel! This is exactly what it looks like. You’re hooking up with of my best friends!” Cameron shouted. By now all the boys were crowding around the room. You felt the tears start to swell up in your eyes.

“Cam, just stop,” you said quietly, but loud enough to be heard. Before you could blink twice, Cameron was storming past you and over to Matt.

You said him push Matt back, and back, and back until he hit the wall, “I gave you one fucking rule, Matt, ONE! And you went behind my back and broke it!” You felt a rip in your heart when you saw Cameron’s fist collide with Matt’s stomach, making him fall over.

“STOP!” You yelled as Cameron hit him again, this time in the jaw. You rushed of and grabbed onto Cameron’s shoulders, trying to pull him off. “Cameron, stop! You’re hurting him!” You shouted, pulling with all your strength.

Just as Matt took another blow to the face, you saw the boys run over, trying to pull your boyfriend and brother away from each other. A pair of arms wrapped around your torso and pulled you back. You kicked your legs, trying to get free, “Let me go!” You yelled, wanting to stop Cam’s fist colliding with Matt’s jaw.

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay,” They said, tightening their grip on you.

You struggled to get free, but tried again anyways, “Let me go Jack, he’s hurting him!” You voice lowered at the end. Finally, you gave up trying to escape Jack’s hold. Your body relaxed itself in his arms. Tears streamed down your face like a waterfall as you took in the scene in front of you. 

It felt like needles were being stabbed in your heart seeing Matt the way his was. You body shook with every sob. 

Jack picked you up and carried you over to the bed as Carter and Nash dragged Cameron out of the room. The door closed with a loud bang. You didn’t have enough energy to get up when Taylor told you Matt wanted you in the bathroom but you did anyways. 

You hand flew over your mouth the second you saw how beaten up Matt was. The tears came back up again, making your vision blurry. “Matt, oh my god,” You said rushing over to your boyfriend who was seated on the edge of the bathtub. 

When you were finished cleaning up Matt’s face, he didn’t wait for you to put the wet cloth down before engulfing you in a hug. “I’m so sorry, Rachel, I’m so sorry,” 

You didn’t trust your voice just yet. Instead, you gently grabbed Matt’s face between your hands, pulling him in for a soft kiss.

“I love you,” Matt whispered, resting his forehead on yours.

“I love you,” You said back, barely audible. Matt stood up, pulling you into his chest. You could feel the beat of his heart. I could stay like this forever

Right in that moment, you knew you had to leave. You couldn’t stay there all weekend unless you wanted things to go wrong all over again. It was for everyone’s safety, for Matt’s safety, that you went home. When you told the boys, minus Cameron, that you were leaving tomorrow morning they all begged for you to stay but were unsuccessful. You made sure Nash told Cameron in the morning when you were gone and asked if he could grab your suitcase and bring it up. 

That night you stayed in Matt’s room with Carter. You stayed cuddled up in Matt’s arms, taking in the last moments you’ll have together until a while. 

The next morning Matt woke you up at 7:00 in the morning to get you ready for the drive home. You called your mom to make sure she was picking you up. When 8:00 rolled around you were finished getting ready and waiting for your mom in the lobby with Matt. You got a call a few minutes later from your mom, telling you she was at the hotel. 

“Please don’t go,” Matt begged, holding onto you for dear life, “You just got here, Rach. Who knows when we’re going to be able to see each other again?” You swallowed the lump in your throat that started to form.

“I know, Matt, I know. And I’m sorry, but I have to.” You said throwing your arms around his neck. The two of you stayed in each other’s arms for what felt like forever. You dreaded this moment all night. The moment you had to leave Matt, “Tell the boys I said goodbye,” You said taking his hand in yours, “I love you, Matt, no matter what, okay?” His hand squeezed yours, letting go shortly after. After Matt told you he love you too, you found your self walking out of the hotel lobby. 

The next few days dragged on and on. You knew things we going to be different when Cameron got back home, but you weren’t ready to face him. Your and Matt’s one year anniversary was tonight and you were spending it alone, just like every anniversary before that. 

You were currently laying in, trying not to think about the events of this past weekend. There was a light knock on your door before it was pushed open to reveal a tired Cameron. “Can we talk?” He asked

You rolled over in your bed and turned away from him, “Just leave me alone, Cameron.” you said, your voice hoarse from crying so much.

“Rach, I-” You cut him off, not giving him the chance to explain or apologize.

“I said leave me alone,” Your voice grew with anger and sadness. Cameron opened closed his mouth a few times before letting out a sigh and walked out of you room. Your eyes started to grow heavy and slowly but surely you fell into a deep sleep. 

It wasn’t for a few hours later that you were being woken up again, “Rachel, sweetie, one of your friend’s is at the door for you,” Your mom said, slightly shaking you awake. You let out a groan but decided to go down anyways. The front door was slightly opened but you couldn’t see who it was. You pulled it all the way open to reveal the one person you missed most.

“Matt,” you gasped, happy tears filling your eyes. “What…what are you doing here?” You asked moving out of the way for Matt to come inside.

Matt opened his mouth to explain, but Cameron’s voice filled the room instead. “I bought him the plane ticket. I’m the one who called him here,” he said rubbing the back of his neck, “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I know what happened back in San Fran was wrong. I was just….upset,” You looked back and forth between your brother and your boyfriend before going over to Cameron.

“I forgive you,” You said, hugging Cameron as tight as you can. “I never wanted to hurt you,”

“Happy anniversary, baby.” Matt said as Cameron left the room, “I love you,” he said, passionately kissing you.

“And I love you, Matthew. Happy one year.” You responded, reattaching your lips with his. 

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I met Darren!!! He was so nice! This was after his show on Friday at Carnegie Hall with Betsy Wolfe and the New York Pops (who are INCREDIBLE, by the way).
He and Betsy came out about an hour after the show ended, so the stage door crowd had thinned out a lot. We all kind of expected them to be in a rush and not sign but they came out and said “we’re in a rush… so we’re gonna try to get to everyone as quickly as possible!” and I died.
He signed my program and I asked if he had time for a quick photo and he said no because he knew everyone else would ask for one, too. I said that was fine, but when the girls after me practically demanded one and he took it, he turned back to me again and said “I’m signing but if you start taking photos I’ll look up!” Hence, why it’s blurry. LOL. It was so sweet.
Didn’t get a chance to really talk to him since he was in a rush to the after party, but he was so gracious to everyone! I don’t know how many times his bodyguard said “one more and he has to go!” and he’d proceed to sign, like, 5 more. When he finally got into his car he kept waving out the window. :)


Just a heads-up: videos/recordings were NOT allowed at Carnegie Hall during the performance. If you see that kind of stuff floating around, I won’t fault you for watching - it was pretty great - but please try not to spread it around. The ushers were pretty put out trying to control all of it, and the few people I saw/heard who DID record were incredibly disrespectful.

Hush Hush- Chapter 2 (TTOYL Sequel)

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Hey guys, so although this IS a story about Kellin and Vic, I’m dedicating this chapter to the Kellin/Oli relationship because I’ve gotten a lot of asks about them so might as well clear it all up now. Also, this chapter is mostly flashbacks so read the dates I put at the start of each section. Note that Kellin got sent to the boy’s home thing sometime in November. Okay, enjoy.
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Fit to a T (a little Captain Swan smuT)

I’m sure I’m not alone in noticing that thing Hook does with his t’s. I’m sure Emma has too. So here’s a little PWP with the letter T.

It’s also on AO3 and FF.net.

Please note it is rated M for mature. Or T for for smuT…


Emma was only making a quick stop to remind Hook he was up next for border patrol. Given the events of the last few months, it became somewhat of a neighborhood watch thing and since Hook wasn’t going anywhere she added him to the roster. She found him below deck, cleaning up his quarters. He was minus his coat and vest, wearing just his thin black shirt — with only the final 4 buttons fastened — over his tight leather pants. She had no idea his blouse was so sheer and what she could see, she now couldn’t—and didn’t want to—un-see.

“You’ve only reminded me a dozen times at least, lass. How could I forget?” he asked sarcastically holding his arms wide, a book in one hand and what looked like a black scarf hanging from his hook.

His answer was all it took for Emma to feel heat rush up to her face. Every time he ended a sentence with a “t,” something about the way he emphasized that letter threw her off in the most delicious way. The sound went right in one ear, and shot like lightning to her core, setting a fire blazing. She took in a shuddering breath and squirmed where she stood.

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