New York // Part 1

hi. um, sorry I haven’t been really active on here, I didn’t have any motivation to do any of the texts or write one shots or anything like that. although after Harry’s performance on snl I was like yanno what I really wanna write somet about it so here it is. well, the first part. I am planning on writing the part where he’s on set and stuff I just kinda had to intro the whole thing plus I guess it was about time I posted somet as well. hope you enjoy it, make sure to tell me if you have any ideas or if I should start one shots which are continueous? I’ve seen some people do that and it seems interesting, it’s not so much as a fanfiction because the events wouldn’t be happening after each other but they would have some connection. wow I’m rambling but tell me what you think! happy easter guys! 🐰 oh and you can follow me on my main blog which is hesasnowflake bc i kinda got back onto it? idk up to you. oh that’s also my twitter if you wanna give me a cheeky follow lmao shameless promo x have fun reading this tho also idk when part 2 will be out so keep an eye on this blog or just turn the post notifications on. lotta love, xoxo -b


Travelling was always one of my favourite things to do and so when it meant it will excuse me from doing other things I was supposed to, I just loved it that much more. Working on assignments wasn’t near as much fun as packing a suitcase, getting a plane ticket then driving to the airport and getting on a plane to get somewhere else in the world.

Honestly, there was nothing better.

Even though many people don’t like long flights I personally enjoyed it. I liked going on different planes, experiencing different journeys with different people. I know I might sound like a right weirdo at this moment and time but I’m only telling you the truth.

And so going back to the beginning, where I was saying I loved travelling just a little bit more when it meant I didn’t have to do certain things – well, at least for a little while – that was exactly the situation I was in right now.

My luggage was already checked in and I went through security as well so I had the chance to get myself a nice cup of coffee from Starbucks with a sandwich which I ate at one of the tables there. Feeling extra happy, I pulled my phone out of my hoodie pocket and pressed down on the button on the device so that my screen lit up. A smile made its way onto my face as I saw unread messages from my best friend who also happened to be my boyfriend.

Harry: you’re still coming right? I’m absolutely flipping nervous

Harry: oh crap I’ve gotta go, we’re doing an intro ad thing for the show. see you soon hopefully. love you x

A light chuckle left my lips as I clicked out of the message and opened another one from my lovely mother who was asking me if I made it onto the plane yet or if I’m still at home, lying around on the couch. Well what can I say I was never one to leave in time or make it in time to somewhere therefore I wasn’t surprised when I saw her messages.

Instead of texting her back, at which I was absolutely terrible but I think that was already shown when I never answered Harry, I clicked on her contact name and called her.

“Hey love, are you at the airport yet? Are you all checked in, yeah?” she asked me straight away, not even letting me take a breath before she flooded me with her questions.

But I guess mums will always be like this, right? And I should be grateful she’s like this with me because most children don’t have the opportunity to have a good relationship with their mothers or parents in general. 

“Hi mother, yes, I am at the airport and yes I am checked in,” I laughed as I lifted my cup full of hot coffee which may I add very rarely drank. I wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee but I needed it in that moment.

“Very well then,” she sighed. I heard soft clicking noises in the background so I knew she was working on something like she always did. It was as if she never stopped. If she wasn’t at work she was cleaning the house, the garden or doing extra work at home. I guess you could say she was really work-orientated, she liked keeping herself busy at all times. “Have you talked to Har yet?”

“Hmm,” I hummed as a huge smile appeared on my face again. My mum and dad called Harry “Har” and he loved it and it just made me very-very happy because they got along so well. “Although he had stuff to do so we didn’t talk on the phone.”

“Right, he is a busy man, isn’t he?”

“He is,” I agreed. “Anyways, I think I should get my laptop out and do some work so I don’t have to do all of it when I get back. I know for a fact I’m not gonna do anything while in New York.”

“That’s great thinking, my love. Looks like you inherited some of my drive to do work whenever wherever,” she laughed.

We talked for a few more minutes then she had to excuse herself because she had a Skype interview with one of the applicants or something like that. I guess you could say my mum was a boss-kinda-person at work meaning that she was an important member of the company she worked with.

While I had my laptop open and my drink in my hand I didn’t really do much although I didn’t expect any less or any more from myself. Basically, I just wasted my time until I had to pack my stuff away and get my arse on the plane. Which might I add was happy about. How could I not been happy about it?

Finally, I was going to New York. Not to mention the fact that I was also going to be seeing my amazing boyfriend who I miss very much.


Those eight hours on the plane didn’t even do anything to me. Probably because I slept all the way through which was clearly shown in the fact that my phone’s battery was dead since I forgot to plug it in once we were in the air and I was listening to music throughout the journey.

When I got through the security and immigration which was literally the longest bloody thing ever, I got my stuff then sat down inside and got my laptop out. It took me about fifteen minutes to connect to the free Wi-Fi which was terrible on its own so that just added to my stress and small amount of panic which was starting to build up within me.

I had to get a hold of Harry somehow because stupidly enough I didn’t tell him the time my flight would be arriving here and I also didn’t let him buy my tickets. Well, he helped me out because he truly insisted but he just transferred money onto my card, which honestly was more than I needed so I sent it back to him and only used a small amount of it, and I was the one who bought the tickets.

Once I was on the internet, I clicked on my messages which were blowing up, all of them from Harry. I didn’t even bother reading them I just clicked on the little bar and started typing out what I wanted to tell him before that stupid free Wi-Fi cut off.

Me: hii, I’m here and I’m stuck lol. my phone’s dead cos I never charged it on the plane so if you could come get me from the airport that would be lovely. sorry for not telling you when I was landing, I totally forgot. I’ll be outside but don’t bother replying bc the wifi is shit and I’ll probs won’t get your messages. I love you see you soon x

To send that message it took me like another ten minutes and just when I thought it would never go through, it said “Delivered” under it. I felt the built up pressure leave my shoulders as I almost closed my laptop off but then I saw his message pop right up.

Harry: good thing I have amazing connections right? I figured I’d find out when you’ll arrive because I know you and I had a feeling you’d end up stranded at the airport

Me: wait what you spied on me little fucker smh well at least you’re here right I’m really hungry haz hurry up please the wifi will go away pls xxxxxxx

Harry: get up your ass then and come out. I’m in a white Audi right as you come out the sliding glass doors

I smiled reading that message. I didn’t even bother putting my laptop away I just closed it down, put my backpack on my back then with my macbook in one of my hands and my suitcase in the other I started making my way out of the airport.

The sun was brighter than my future in that moment and I absolutely regretted not taking my sunnies out but it didn’t matter too much as soon as I set my eyes on the car which he mentioned in his text.

Squinting, I walked towards the car and as I was about to open the door, the window rolled down at the driver’s seat.

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked the lad as I looked at him, one of my hands coming in contact with my forehead so that I could keep the sun out of my eyes.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked at the stranger, confusion taking over me completely.

“I-I’m so sorry sir, I thought-, my boyfriend,” I stuttered as I didn’t know what the actual hell to say. Was Harry seriously taking the piss? “I’m sorry, I’m going now,” I told the man as I reached out to my suitcase handle then pulled it behind myself.

I couldn’t believe how big of a dick Harry was. Did he find that amusing? Well, knowing his crazy ass he most probably did. And he definitely saw it all happening from one of the cars.

I crossed my arms once I put my laptop away in my backpack and leaned back on the seats. I honestly didn’t find this shit funny at the beginning then as I started to get over it, I begun to chuckle slightly until I realised I was shaking my head and grinning like crazy.

This was not the first time he had played me like that. We’re always like this with each other though. Some people would say we are too immature for our ages but I mean we couldn’t care less about their opinions. This was another reason why we worked so well together with Harry.

“Now that, my friend, was absolutely hilarious!” looking to my left I saw him walking closer, looking bloody gorgeous as always as his deep voice made a few people look at us.

His outfit was full black like always, his skinnies hugging his legs perfectly and his dark coloured shirt was so see-through you could easily make out the butterfly on his tummy and the swallows on his chest. He was fricking perfect and he knew it. Well, I was hoping he did because he was.

He was laughing by the time he got to me and all I did was shake my head and stood up, my hands still folded together and pressed against my chest.

“You’re just so funny, aren’t you?” I asked him, arching a brow while the tone of my voice was nothing but pure sarcasm.

“That I am, baby, that I am,” he smiled as he put his arms out, ready to pull me into a hug and boy did I waste any time? The fuck I didn’t! I almost flew into his arms, my body literally smacking into his and he had to take a few steps back as I basically fell onto him. “I missed you too, love,” he laughed quietly.

His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his chin resting on the top of my head then later he pressed a few kisses onto my hair. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as my hands wrapped around it and locked my fingers together at the nape of his neck. I sighed as I let myself melt in his touch, in his hug, in his arms.

“I love you,” I whispered as I pressed my lips against his skin for the shortest second then pressed my temple against his neck before I pulled away.

“I love you more,” he kissed my forehead as he let his hands slip off of me; down my arms and in the end he intertwined our fingers. Bringing them to his lips, he kissed my knuckles while he shut his eyes, not minding one bit that we were still out in the public.

Once he let go of me he took my hand in one of his hand and got my suitcase in the other one. I rolled my eyes as I saw we were nearing a black Audi and not a bloody white one. I could hear him chuckle as he opened the boot and put my luggage in and I just got in the passenger seat at the front.

Soon enough he was sitting next to me, buckling his seatbelt in and starting the car right away.

“Hand?” he held his right hand out to me as he looked to the left to see if any cars were coming and I just had to give in. Making sure my sigh was loud enough, I put my left hand into his and he once again intertwined our fingers. “I’ve gotta nip to the studio real quick to sign some papers with Jimmy. D’you wanna come or should I take you to mine first?”

“Whichever works for me,” I shrugged. “If yours is too out of the way I’ll just go with you and then we can get some food because I’m still starving then go home.”

“Sounds like a plan.”


And so that is what we did. Harry quickly went into the studio and he was out within ten minutes. I was dying at that point, my potential jetlag and hunger both doing my head in.

“Okay-okay, what d’you wanna eat, hm?” he asked me as his hand found its home on my thigh, gripping it a bit here and there.

“Dunno, don’t care,” I muttered. “Whatever’s close s’fine by me.”

“I’m guessing you don’t wanna go in, right?” I shook my head no and he hummed in response. “Have you ever had Taco Bell before?”

“Do I look like I spend all my time in America like some poeple?” I asked back sassily. I was tired and hungry with a headache on top. I wanted to cuddle Harry and sleep. And food of course.

“Drop the attitude, sunshine. I’m not up for it.”

“Well I’m not either so that makes two of us,” I told him right away. “Take your hand off of me now and take me home. I can’t be arsed getting food now.”


It took us twenty minutes to arrive at Harry’s penthouse that he rented while he was in New York or he owned it. I honestly didn’t have a clue and I couldn’t care less. I wanted a bed and nothing else. I was starting to get in a pissy mood and I didn’t like it because I knew Harry didn’t need my stress on top of his.

Throwing my stuff on the floor I found my way upstairs and into a bedroom which most probably wasn’t the one Harry was staying in because it was way too clean and I didn’t see anything in this room apart from the basics.

Shutting the door behind me rather strongly I plopped down on the bed, slowly crawling under the sheets and putting my head on the pillow. My eyes were shut right away and I felt content. Relaxed. Cool.

In that moment I also knew I should’ve stuck it out, taken my attitude back and get food instead of coming home but oh well. I made a scene already so it didn’t matter. Especially not after I fell into a deep slumber.


Title: Goodnight

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1975

Warnings: none, fluff-ish

Summary: Dean Winchester has been accused of a murder he claims to have not committed in a seemingly obvious case. As his lawyer, can you prove him innocent, despite this being your very first case ever?

A/N: (DISCLAIMER) This was loosely based off of HBO’s miniseries ‘The Night Of’ (of which I borrowed some lines of dialogue from too) which was absolutely fabulous and thrilling and tackled racial matters, so credits to them and the creators.

This was also a part of @whispersandwhiskerburn‘s Much Ado About SPN challenge! I had the Shakespearean quote “Strong reasons make strong actions” (King John III.4), with included associations with Uriel, Uniforms, and Underdog. Enjoy! :)


It was such an open-shut case. And somehow, he was a free man.

Dean Winchester was the only one in Lisa Braeden’s apartment when she was stabbed to death in her bed. Despite being in the kitchen when he woke up with no memory, he was under the influence of drugs and alcohol earlier on the night of October 25th. He ran when he discovered the body, and when the alleged murder weapon was found on him, he resisted arrest.

It had to be him. Who else could it be?

You had only started working at Rowena’s law firm for a month when she asked you to assist her on the famous Winchester case.

Her plan for him was to take the deal of a plea bargain, pleading guilty to manslaughter for fifteen years instead of a lifetime sentence. It was a damn good deal.

The first time you met him, you forgot that you were walking into a small shabby cell to see a prisoner.  For a moment, it was like being entranced by a handsome stranger in a coffee shop, as bizarre as it sounded.

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Brother, Oh Brother

Title: Brother, Oh Brother

Imagine: Sneaking off to see Sam while he’s at Stanford.

Request: (Anonymous) Hi! Can I request one where sister!reader sneaks off from dean to visit Sam at Stanford, and Dean isn’t very happy when he finds out?

Pairing: Sam x sister!reader. Dean x sister!reader.

Warnings: Angry!Dean. Gets sad towards the end.

Note: Loved this idea!

Tagging: @caroldanversinatardis@tom-is-in-my-tardis@jessicarossouw

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by lipstick-mother-fucker

Originally posted by lonesomesam

It had been long since Sam left. You kept in contact with him through texts and Skype, without Dad and Dean’s acknowledgement of course. Dean was beyond mad when Sam left. You were heartbroken. But the texts and computer screens could only hold you over for so long.

It was time to see Sam in person.

You had been planning to meet up for a while, you just needed the right time. You were still with Dean and Dad. He had found a hunt not too far north in California. When he mentioned it, you could tell it angered Dean. Being in the same state angered Dean.

You knew Dad put this hunt off for as long as he could, because it angered him too, but it must be getting pretty bad if you were all finally going.

You had it all planned out. As soon as Dad dropped you and Dean off at some crappy motel, he would be gone for at least a week. Dean would make some food and then he would head out to who knows where and wouldn’t be back until morning.

You had contacted Sam and agreed to meet at a diner a little ways down the road. As long as Dean stayed out as long as he normally did, everything would fine.

You didn’t question where Dean went, he always came back. No matter how he looked, bruised or bloody, he always came back. You had asked before, and you always go there same answer. You just left it alone. Just like when he left tonight.

You slipped out the window, leaving it cracked slightly so you could get back in. Finally hauling a cab down, you headed towards the diner.

You stood outside, waiting on Sam. He would come, wouldn’t he? It had been so long… You took a deep breath.

“(Y/N)?” A voice spoke. A voice you would recognize anywhere. You turned around.

“Sam!” You smiled. A hug was exchanged between the two of you. “You came!”

“Of course I came!” Sam smiled down at you. “Why wouldn’t I?” He turned his head.

“I had my doubts.” You looked down.

“You get away from Dean?” Sam asked. You nodded.

“He left.” You spoke, Sam understood what you meant. Normally it was just you and him. “I really missed you.” You looked at him.

“I missed you too, (Y/N/N). Dad being good to you?” Sam already knew the answer, but he liked to make sure you were okay.

“Yeah. I mean, same as always.” You said. Not like anything else would happen.

You talked so long that you lost track of the time.

“Crap! I gotta go, Sammy!” You gave him one last hug before running toward the road to catch a cab.

No lights were on, good. Maybe Dean wasn’t back yet. You slid back in through the window, quietly landing on your feet, you shut and locked it. You let out a sigh.

You felt safe, until you heard the click of a lamp.

“(Y/N) Mary Winchester.” Dean’s angered voice made its way to your ears. You let out a shaky breath and turned around. Dean stood in front of the table with his arms crossed. “You have about five seconds to explain yourself.”

“I… I was out!” You wouldn’t tell him the truth, he would most likely get even angrier.

“Out where?” He growled.

“O-Out.” You tried to sound confident.

“You do not leave this room without me.” Dean’s eyes were locked on to yours.

“You leave all the time!” You yelled at him.

“I can take care of myself! Now, I won’t ask again, where were you?” He yelled back at you. When you didn’t answer, he took a step forward.

“Okay! Okay! I was, uh, seeing someone.” You were trying so hard to keep your mouth shut.

“Who?” Dean’s voice almost rendered you speechless. You hadn’t been this scared in a long time.

“S-Sam…” You voice, barely a whisper, made its way to Dean’s ears.

You watched as he turned around and walked out. Slamming the door so hard, you could feel the vibration from the other side of the room. You slid down the wall, tears threatening to fall, you grabbed your phone.

(1) Missed Call: Sam

Psychopath Part 1

Summary: Sister Winchester. Sam and Dean’s sister goes to spend the evening with her boyfriend.

Warnings: Violence, abuse.

You skip down the hall with a huge smile on your face. Your boyfriend asked to take you on another date and you were excited. Things have been going great between the two of you.

“Is it okay if I go out with Austin tonight?” You ask Dean while walking in his room.

Dean looks up from his phone. “Depends. What does your boy toy have planned?”

“He’s not a boy toy.” You laugh. “We were to going to stay at his place and watch movies and chill.”

“You can watch movies here.” Dean states.

Without you and Sam breathing down our necks.” You clarify.

     You and Dean have a silent staring contest before he caves.

“Fine.” He exhales. “Be home before midnight.”

You give your brother a kiss on the check before heading out. “Thanks, Dean.”

“Don’t scratch Baby!” He calls.

     You laugh as you grab the keys off the counter.

“I’ll be back later.” You call to Sam.

“Don’t do anything stupid!” He calls back.

    You hop in the Impala and head towards your boyfriend’s house. A short time later you pull into his driveway. He meets you at the front door as you climb the steps.

“Hey, Y/N.” He smiles.

“Hey, Austin.” You laugh as you walk in.

      You step into the living room and see a stack of movies and boxes of pizza on the coffee table.

“I hope pizza was okay.” He grins.

“Pizza’s great.” You say while grabbing a slice.

“What do you want to watch first?” He asks while you get comfortable on the couch.

“Hmmm.” You ponder. “The Ring?”

“Why a scary movie?” He whines.

“It’s not that scary.” You state. “I’ve seen scarier things.”

      What your boyfriend doesn’t know is that you have actually seen scarier things. He doesn’t know that you and your brothers are hunters. He is completely unaware to the supernatural world around him.

“What about The Purge?” You offer.

“I’m cool with that.” He announces.

     You roll your eyes as he starts the movie. He sits down next to you and you lean over against his shoulder. Munching on pizza, you enjoy the movie and getting to spend time with your boyfriend.

    Your eyes open and see the closing credits roll across the screen.

“Did I miss it?” You mutter.

“Just the last hour.” He chuckles.

“You should have woke me up.” You say while shoving his shoulder playfully.

“Nah.” Austin smiles. “You’re cute when you’re asleep.”

“That’s a little creepy.” You laugh. “What time is it?”

“11:15.” He informs.

“Crap. I gotta go.” You explain. “I have to be back before midnight.”

“No.” He whines. “Break the rules for once.”

You lean over and give him a kiss. “I can’t unless you want my brothers breaking down your door.”

He stands up and kisses you again. “Come over Saturday then. We’ll spend the whole day together.”

“I can’t.” You repeat. “I’m going out of town with my brothers.”

He becomes angry for some reason. “Why do you always go out of town?”

You run a hand through your hair. “I can’t say, okay? I’ll be back.”

He shoves you back. “Is there something going on with you and your so called ‘brothers’?”

“What?!” You exclaim. “Dude they are my brothers. That’s sick that you would think that.”

“What do you want me to think, Y/N?” He yells. “You leave for days at a time without a word and when you come back you pretend nothing happened.”

“Because I have to!” You yell back. “I’m keeping you safe by not telling you anything.”

“LIAR!” He screams.

      His hand lashes out and connects with your face. You fall back and hit the floor. Pain explodes in your eye as you try and gather your bearings. Instinct kicks in and you kick Austin in the knee, making him collasp as well. You try and get up, but Austin grabs you foot and pulls you down. He places a knee on your chest as you struggle against him.

“Austin, stop.” You plead. “You’re hurting me.”

“Good.” He hisses. “Now you know how I feel everytime you leave.”

“My brothers are going to kill you.” You gasp.

Suddenly there is a knife against your throat. “Not if you don’t tell them. I would hate to see what would happen to that pretty throat if you said anything.”

“You’re a psychopath.” You yell as tears spill down your face.

“You’re not going to say anything are you?” He questioned.

“No.” You sob.

He kisses your forehead. “Good girl.”

     He gets off your chest and you quickly stand up. Your eye is throbbing as you hastily pull your boots on. Austin grabs your arm as you sprint to the door.

“Don’t say anything.” He warns. “I’ll make it ten times worse for you if you do.”

You nod and he places a sloppy kiss on your lips. “Come by when you get back.” He orders.

     You nod and sprint out the door to the Impala. Slamming the car door, you lock it and start the engine. You throw the car in reverse and spin tires to get out of there as fast as possible. Sobs rack through your body as you try to keep control of the car.

“Stop the car before you wreck.” A voice orders.

      You scream and hit the brakes praying that no one hit you from behind. Looking next to you, you see Gabriel in the passenger seat.

“What the hell?” You yell while trying to calm your nerves.

“Calm down.” Gabriel soothes. “You don’t need to be driving like this.”

“I’m fine.” You lie.

“That black eye says otherwise.” Lucifer chimes in from the backseat.

“How many Angels are in this car?” You snap.

“Just us.” Gabriel concludes.

“Leave me alone.” You say while wiping away the tears.

“Highly unlikely.” Lucifer smirks.

“Are you going to tell Sam and Dean?” Gabriel questions.

“God no.” You declare.

“Why not?” He asks. “That boy hit and threatened you.”

“You don’t understand.” You mutter. “He was just mad.”

“What’s gotten into you?” He snaps. “Any other guy would have been laid out in the floor dead.”

“We’ll go back and take care of him.” Lucifer offers.

“No, Luci.” You say. “He didn’t mean it. Please don’t say anything to my brothers.”

“You need to.” Gabriel insists. “Your brothers can handle that pip squeak.”

“NO.” You snap while hitting the steering wheel. “Don’t say a fucking word to my brothers.”

“Fine.” Lucifer huffs. “Tell them when you want, but if it goes too far, we’re stepping in.”

“Whatever.” You say.

     You put the car in drive and continue down the road. You feel the swelling in your eye and think of how to hide it from Sam and Dean. Stopping in front of the bunker, you wipe the rest of the tears away and check your reflection in the mirror. There was a bruise forming around your eye, but most of the flush in your cheeks was gone.

“I just have to get to my room.” You say outloud.

“Good luck.” Lucifer laughes.

“It’s 11:58.” Gabriel adds.

“Shit!” You exclaim while jumping out of the car.

     You run into the bunker and make a beeline for your room. You reach your bedroom as Dean walks around the corner.

“I’m home!” You yell before slamming your door.

Dean knocks on the door. “You okay?”

“I’m great.” You say to the door. “I’m going to bed.”

“ ‘Kay.” Dean says before walking off.

     You turn around and find a box on your bed. On top is a folded note.

Stuff and instructions to hide that black eye. Hopefully you won’t need it for long.
– Gabriel and Lucifer
P.S. Grow a pair and tell your brothers. It’s for the best.

     You can’t help but smile. Those two were like the extra brothers you never wanted, but were grateful for. You open the box and find a makeup kit with instructions. No wonder they mentioned instructions. They know that you struggle with girly things like makeup. You walk into the bathroom and change into your pajamas. Setting the box on the floor, you lock your door and hope to get some sleep.

I will have more parts to this up soon. Let me know what you think!!!

The Contest-Part 6

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

Characters: Reader, Best friend Nikki (OC), Nursing Supervisor Anne, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, other Supernatural cast and crew

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing about Jared and Jensen and the show.  Please be gentle as I am a delicate flower LOL.  For the purposes of this story, Jared and Misha are both divorced.  No hate please! I’m sure Gen and Vicki are lovely!

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

After I left Jared’s trailer, I found my way to Lou, the stunt coordinator.  He wanted to run through the stuff for what we were filming today.  It wasn’t anything complicated, so I felt like I could handle it.

“Ok Y/N, so the scene starts with you fighting a vamp.  Your gonna be carrying a machete. There’s some on the table here.  Try them out.  Pick one that doesn’t feel too heavy to you.”

I found a machete that I liked, and we practiced with it.  The stunt guy who was playing the vamp went through the next sequence with me.  I charged at him and he got both arms around me and I dropped the machete.  He had me trapped, and made as if he was going to bite me, but at the last second I kicked out behind me hard and he let go and I spun away from him.

“Perfect!” Lou said.  “Nicely done.  You move well.”

“I did gymnastics until I got too tall.”  I explained.

Emily showed up a few minutes later to take me to my shooting lesson. I learned how to load a gun, and practiced shooting.  It was harder than it looked.  My hand was shaking with fatigue by the time we were done. The kickback was much more than I expected.

“So I guess a career as a sniper is off the table?” I joked.

Mark the gun guy was very patient and understanding.  “Jared and Jensen have been shooting guns for 15 years now.  This is your first time.  You’ll get the hang of it.  We will practice every day you are on set.”

Emily looked at her watch. “Crap we gotta go! They are ready for you in hair and makeup.”

It didn’t take long for the hair and makeup girls to work their magic and turn me into Gemini Jones, my new alter ego.  I went to my trailer and put on my clothes, and I was ready to head to set.

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anonymous asked:

How would the BTT + America react to hearing rumors that their good friend (who is also their crush) has a crush on them as well?

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-Admin France ♡

【America】Alfred would probably be laughing about it for a moment saying, “haha, nice prank, dude!” Though, despite his hesitance, his entire face would go red and he wouldn’t be able to speak. “Y/N w-what..? I.. holy crap, dude, I gotta go ask them right away!” And then, the American would rush to go and find you to ask the truth.

【Spain】He would smile, his cheeks only showing a blush. He didn’t look or seem embarrassed though. “So, Y/N finally returns the feelings, no? I must go and tell her how I feel, then!” Antonio, in the end, would be pretty calm and relaxed about the whole that.

【Prussia】"Ha! Of course! I totally knew it! Who wouldn’t love zhe awesome me, after all?“ He’d laugh loudly in triumph with gleaming eyes. Though, on the inside this Prussian would be screaming and thinking, ‘Y/N actually likes me back? No way! Score!’

【France】Francis might actually break into tears, though his entire face would go red. "Oh.. mon amour does feel ze same way! Je t'aime..!” He would sob into his hands for a minute or so, since he thought his crush on you would be impossible to be returned. Though, the next time he would see you, he would engulf you in a hug and shower you in kisses, hoping the rumor was true.

Traded part 1

Pairing - Tyler Seguin x reader

Warnings- None that I can think of just a small anxiety mention

Words- 734

(Y/N) = Your name

(Y/N/N)= Your nickname

Originally posted by behindthatsugar

 Your POV

 I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the towel Joe handed me,”I hate pre-season training, and why do other teams have to come to our facility, and why did you volunteer to train with me?” I ranted to Joe Colborne who was like an older brother to me. The only reason I am upset about this is because it causes me too have to wake up at 3AM, get to the training facility at 3:30, and get done training at 7:30. 

 “Well the Olympic athletes go to Aspen because the oxygen is thinner, so when they go back to wherever they’re from, they can breathe better because of more oxygen. I wanted to train with you because A. Less people and B. I can help you with nobody else here to complain,” he stated.

 “Well, okay smartie pants,” I looked down at my fitbit,” Crap, we gotta get going, it’s almost 8,” I grabbed my water bottle from near the door while Joe grabbed his. I started pushing the door open while someone yanked it open, I stumbled forward and fell onto someone’s chest.

 “Sorry ‘bout that, wait what’s a girl doing in the training room for the team only,” the man put large emphasis on “girl” and “team”. He was wearing a batman shirt so I’ll give him that, then I finally recognized him as Tyler Seguin from the Dallas Stars.

 “Well, I’m pretty sure I can use the team’s training room if I’m on the team, and I obviously am since you couldn’t score on me last season,” I smirked and threw the towel around my neck to get some of the sweat off.

“Wait, wait, you’re (Y/N) Williams? The goalie?” Tyler gasped out, while I nodded and smirked.

“(Y/N/N), lets just go,” Joe spoke, towering behind me. I was pretty short for a goaltender standing at 5’8”, especially short since Joe was 6’4”. I nodded my head agreeing, 

“I like your shirt,” I mumbled to Tyler, looking down at my own batman shirt. He just stared looking confused. 

 I ran a bit to catch up with Joe,”What was that for?!” I slapped him hard on his arm.

“Well I couldn’t really tell him to be nice because you were being traded to the Stars this season now could I!” Joe yelled back. I gasped and stepped away from him. His eyes widened when he realized what he had said. “(Y/N/N), I’m sorry, we were going to tell you at practice tomorrow-”

 “Who else knows?” I whispered, trying to make my voice not crack.

“Well,” Joe rubbed his neck.

 “Let me guess, everybody except me,” I stated, I chuckled dryly and walked back towards the training room while putting my Beats in my ears and ignoring everyone around me. I slammed the door open not caring if anyone was in there while I just went straight to one of the treadmills and started running, trying to relieve my anxiety. 

 I hit stop on the treadmill and as I slowed down I looked at my watch 9AM, flashed back at me. I breathed out loudly, looking up as I took a drink of water. When I looked up my water bottle fell to the floor, “Um how long have you been in here?” I asked Jamie Benn, Jordie Benn, Tyler Seguin and Patrick Sharp. “The whole time, and if you keep that endurance up then I’m glad you’re on our team Miss. Williams,” my new coach Lindy Ruff stated.

 “Oh I’m sorry, you could’ve told me to leave,” I rubbed the sweat on the back of my neck.

 “Nah, you didn’t bother us,” Jamie Benn stated, all the others seemed in agreement.

 “Well, I’m just going to go and get ready to leave for Dallas at the end of the week, nice meeting you all, uh bye,” I waved awkwardly and stumbled out of the training room shaking my head. I jogged to my locker room and started stripping out of my workout clothes and into a pair of blue striped joggers, a navy over sized sweater and a pair of dark brown boots. I shoved my workout clothes into my grey backpack, and grabbed my keys from the side pocket. I quickly started walking towards the exit and unlocked my grey Jeep, quickly getting in.

I threw my bag in the back and started driving to my apartment.

Blind Date

Member: Wonwoo
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 3322

(A/N: This isn’t exactly like the request, but I got really excited and carried away with it, so please forgive me)

“I don’t need a boyfriend.” you stated, looking down at the paper coffee cup in your hands.

“You know that’s a lie.” your best friend said, laughing and leaning back in her chair. Of course, she was absolutely right, but you didn’t want her to know that. She had been trying to convince you to let her set you up on a blind date for a few days now, and it was starting to get tiring refusing her.

“Who would you even set me up with?” you asked.

“It wouldn’t be a blind date if I told you, now would it?” she sighed, looking at you like you were stupid. You just made a face at her and looked back at your teacup. “It wouldn’t be that bad. The guy I had in mind already said that he was willing to let me set him up with someone.”

“Really?” you said, your head snapping up.

“I knew you were interesteeed!” your friend squealed, bouncing up and down in her seat. Damn it. You didn’t want to give her this satisfaction, but you couldn’t deny that your interest was at least a little piqued.

“…So what were you planning?” you sighed, finally giving in.

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Hey ya all!

I don’t know how to break da news for ya, so I’ll just get right to it. Ya sittin’ down? Okay, good….
I’m goin’ away for a while.

Now ya are probably cryin’ and screamin’, but don’t even worry my sugarcube! It’s just for couple of weeks! I am needed to cap some points, steal RED’s briefcases and make love to some extremely - definetly real - attractive chicks! It ain’t easy bein’ a Scout, lemme tell ya!

I’ll be right back with ya all, so keep ‘em asks comin’!
I just might get some new cosmetics while I’m out… Ya will see!

Okay crap gotta go, see ya soon again!

Starving To Feel Okay - Fred Weasley Imagine


You were at the great hall eating dinner having a really great day until a group of Slytherin girls came to ruin it “Why do you eat much? you fat filthy pig!” Pansy Parkinson told you as she passed by.

You took in her words and thought “I’ve never ate a lot before and I’ve never seen myself over-weight"After that thought you pushed your plate away from you, your stomach still grumbling because you only took 4 bites of your food and left the great hall to go to bed.

In the morning, you got up early, got ready and left to the great hall thinking that you could have breakfast without the slytherins saying insults to you but with no doubt the gang of Pansy Parkinson was waiting for you right in front of the gaint oak doors “Hey (Y/n)! Got up early to pig out didn’t you?” You turned around as pansy and her gang started making pig noises.

You left to the library because you knew no one was there and it would be quite for you to calm your tears and your breathing. Then, someone hugged you from behind, which startled you and you smaked them right in the face.

“Ouch!!” Said your boyfriend, Fred Weasley

“OMG I’m so sorry freddie you scared me” you said before you kissed his red cheek

“It’s okay and why weren’t you at breakfast earlier?” He said as he pecked your lips “I wasn’t really hungry this morning” remembering what pansy had told you. Fred checked his watch “Crap sorry babe gotta go I’m gonna be late for transfiguration"he said quickly kissing you passionately for a few seconds.

"Bye!” he yelled as he was running out of the library “bye” you whispered to yourself. After you left the library you walked to potions thinking what else can pansy say about you that was horrible? Right when you walked into the classroom a bunch of slytherins were making fun of you, you tried ignoring them but they were screaming insults in your ear.

Just when everyone left, pansy yelled “(Y/n) maybe if you were skinner and not a cow people would actually like you” you ran to your common room crying and looked yourself in the mirror and saw a over-weight girl who believed everything the slytherins had called her. You thought to yourself “Maybe if I didn’t eat I could be skinner and people would actually like me”

~4 Days Later~

It’s been four days and you’ve only had three meals and you weren’t feeling so good. When you walked you felt weak and barely had any strength and you were dizzy all the time, at breakfast, lunch, and dinner time you would just drink water or pumpkin juice then go to bed.

Fred’s been noticing how thin your getting and get worried so, he asks you to go on a walk with him near the lake so he can talk to you.

“Fred it’s nothing really I’m fine I just don’t feel hungry at times” You lied

“At times? (Y/n) you don’t eat anything at all I don’t see you at breakfast, lunch, or dinner and your thinner than a stick” Fred said getting even more worried as you held your head in your hand from the massive dizziness that you were experiencing you felt like you were gonna faint.

Right when you where gonna tell fred that you were tired and wanted to go to bed; you fainted and luckily he caught you just in time before you hit the ground all was black and you can hear fred yelling in the distance “is she okay? What’s wrong with her? Do something!!!”

You opened your eyes and saw the ceiling of the hospital wing; you saw fred sleeping in a chair next to your bed and holding your hand “Nice to see you up miss.(y/l/n)” it was madam pomfrey she walked next to your bed and said “why have you been starving yourself it’s not good” you looked at her and knew she was right “Does fred know?” I asked looking at him “Nope not yet he fell asleep when the test came in; you should wake him up I’m pretty sure he’ll want to see you”

You looked at him “yeah I should and thank you madam promfrey for taking care of me” Promfrey smiled and said “it was my pleasure” she walked away knowing I was about to wake up fred “fred, fred sweetie wake up” you whispered in his ear “huh” his eyes opened wide at the sight of you and he kissed you like it was the last time you guys were ever gonna see each other.

“(Y/n) I love you so much! But are you okay? Why did you faint?"I told him what madam promfrey told me "why would you do that sweetie?”

“Because” you said tears running down my cheeks “Pansy and a bunch of slytherins make fun of me about how over-weight I am” Fred cupped your face in his hands and said “(Y/n) your beautiful, and perfect in everyway” you looked into fred’s brown eye’s and whispered “Do you really mean that?”
Fred couldn’t believe what he just heard “(Y/n)! Of course I mean that your my everything” and he kissed me until I felt better.

~2 Days Later~

-Fred’s POV-
“Come on (Y/n) where are you? There you are!” he was worried that you weren’t gonna come for dinner. He watched you sit down and pour yourself a glass of pumpkin juice you drank it in four gulps “Come on sweetie; eat something, anything” he mumbled to himself. you stood up “Dammit (Y/n)” you walked to the exit and he blocked you from leaving.

“What’s wrong Fred?” You looked at your boyfriend confused

“Babe your doing it again! Your not eating” he said eyeing you

“What do you mean? I ate something!” You protested

“Pumpkin juice doesn’t count!” He said as he was pulling you towards gryffindor table he sat you down next to him and started putting boiled potatoes, roasted carrots and a pork chop on a clean plate for you. It looked good but you were still having a hard time with the starving yourself to feel okay situation.

“Okay sweetie whatever is on this plate I want you to eat” Fred said calmly; You looked down at the plate fred just gave you then you looked back to him “Everything?” Fred smiled “Yes everything, I’ll help you” He started cutting up your pork chop to tiny pieces and feeding it to you. After 15 minutes you finished the whole plate “see sweetie, it wasn’t that bad” He said kissing the top of your head “yeah it would have been harder without you”
“I love you (Y/n); you make me the happiest person alive even when you smile” Fred said kissing my lips passionately “I love you too freddie, I bet some boyfriends wouldn’t be as comforting or as sweet as you are”


If you are getting bullied in anyway don’t listen to them they just can’t see how special you are; the only way to be perfect in life is to ‘be you because no one is your than you’ - Dr. suess

Embry Call Request

Hi! (Love your writing btw) and I was just wondering if I could get an Embry Call imagine where he’s really nervous about his first date with the reader and he’s planning it all out (and him just obviously being a nervous wreck 😂) but it all working out in the end and their date being absolutely perfect?? 😍😍😍

“How’s this sound,” Embry paced as he got ready and spoke to Seth, “I pick her up, we go to dinner downtown, see that new romance movie, then go for a walk?”

“Sounds good.”

“Or, how about I pick her up, then we do the movie, then dinner by the theater, and then we go for dessert?”

“Sounds good too, Embry.”

“What if we-”

“Embry, it’s a date with a girl, not a vacation for the president. You don’t need to plan every since second out. Just try to go with the flow.”

“Ok, I’ll try. What time is it?”

“6:40,” Seth told him.

“Crap, I gotta go now or I won’t get to her house before 7,” Embry grabbed his keys and jacket and booked it out the door.

“Coming,” you yelled as you heard your doorbell ring. “Embry,” you smiled, “come in; I just have to grab my jacket.”

“Sorry I’m late,” he apologized. “I lost track of time.”

“Embry,” you laughed, “it’s 5 after seven. I’d hardly call that late.”

“Sorry, I just didn’t want you to think I was going to stand you up or something. So, I was thinking we could go to that new restaurant downtown before we catch a movie, how’s that sound?”

“Great,” you smiled. “Ready to go?”


Embry insisted on paying for the check and held every door for you. “So, he said getting in the car, “I thought we could see a movie. There’s that new romance movie out about the Australian girl…” You saw how stiff he sat in his seat. You reached a hand over one of his.

“There’s also that new horror movie about the demon hunters,” you recommended. “That’s probably more your speed, and I know I wouldn’t mind seeing it.”

He smiled and seemed to relax, “Ok then. Let’s see it.”


The movie was great and fulfilled its purpose, nearly everyone in the theater was screaming their heads off. You and Embry went and grabbed some ice cream from the shop across from the theater. “Not to scared to take a walk are you,” Embry smirked.

“Not with you,” you grinned. You and Embry took a walk around town, laughing at the people you people watched and at the stories you told each other.

Embry opened your car door one last time as he took you home. “I had fun tonight, Embry,” you smiled at him.

“I did too. Maybe, we could do it again sometime?”

“I’d like that.” You opened the front door and noticed that he wasn’t making the first move. You grabbed his face in yours and gave him a small, simple kiss. “Call me when you’re ready to go out again,” you smiled and went inside your house.

Your phone rang before you could even make it into your bedroom. “Hello,” you said.

“Y/N,” Embry’s voice said, “just thought I’d give you a call. Ready to go out again when you are,” you could hear his smirk and the engine of his car in the background.

“Wednesday night?”

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

This Town

So I spent all day doing this instead of studying. I blame Niall Horan. Enjoy! xo


You were the first person he told about his audition.

He was so nervous before it, and he’d spent weeks practicing. He’d come into the pub that your parents owned and he’d in his chair right next to the bar—the one that he sat in almost every day when the two of you were growing up, playing his guitar and slowly improving.

“Niall, you sound great,” you said as you poured a cup of coffee, flashing him a smile form across the bar. He looked up from his guitar to flash you a grateful smile in return, and you walked around from behind the counter to set the cup of coffee on the tabletop beside him.

“You really think so?” He asked a bit timidly, reaching to take the cup of coffee and hold it in his hands. His bright blue eyes were looking right at you, and you couldn’t help but grin at the sensation.

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Tender love

a/n: Just some Chanyeol fluff bc I’m obsessed with Chanyeol these days help me *-*

Chanyeol one-shot

Genre: Fluffy fluff!!

Word count: 1271

“Y/n, come here, it’s dangerous to stand there.” Chanyeol pulled you towards the inside of the sidewalk. He was always like that, your guardian angel who only wanted the best for you, who watched out for you everywhere you went.

“Oh, thanks, oppa.” You smiled at him, making his heart flutter.

“I-it’s nothing.” He stuttered.

Why am I acting like this?

“Oppa? Were you listening?” You asked him, cocking your head to the side.

“I’m sorry what?” He shook his head pulled himself out of his thoughts.

“I was asking if you wanted to try out that new restaurant next to our school. I heard it’s really good!” You looked at him and smiled brightly, causing the ends of his lips curl upwards.

“Alright, we can give it a try.”

You skipped on the way to the restaurant. Chanyeol stood behind you, grinning to himself, thinking about how adorable you looked.

When you got the restaurant, you both sat down at a small table for two.

He straightened your spoon and chopsticks on a napkin.

“How’s school for you these days? Are any guys bothering you? Tell oppa everything, I’ll beat them all up.” He said, showing his punches. You laughed gleefully.

“This one boy asked me out yesterday, but I had to refuse. I felt so bad, he was such a nice friend of mine too.” He noticed your face was a bit wistful for a moment.

“Do you like someone? Is that why you refused him?” Chanyeol found himself asking you.

“Yah, I do…..I just don’t have any chance of him asking me out…..” Blushing slightly, you answered him.

“Here are your orders! Spicy rice cakes for the lady and ramen for the gentleman!” A bubbly, round man handed out your foods. He had also given a blue drink with two straws.

“Um sir, I don’t think we ordered this,” You told the man.

“Ah, that is the free drink every couple gets when they eat here!”

“Ah no we’re not-” You tried to explain that you weren’t what he thought you guys were when Chanyeol grabbed your arm. “Thank you, sir, we’ll enjoy it.” He winked. “Free drinks y/n, cmon, hasn’t your brother taught you anything?”

The rest of the lunch ended smoothly and you guys walked to your house. You lived right next to each other for 12 years, you guys were always together for that reason. Even though he was a year older than you, you guys got along pretty well.

“Well then, oppa, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You waved to him as you entered the front door. He waved back, yelling a goodbye, feeling a slight pang on his chest.

“What’s wrong with me?” He said to himself, shaking his head.

Next day

The loud ringtone of your phone woke you up. You reached for your phone, only to find it on top of the pile of clothes Chanyeol kept leaving.

“Y/n, wake up.” Chanyeol groggily said to you though a call.

“Hm?” You squinted at your phone.


“Crap, oppa thanks, I gotta go I’m late!!!”

Chanyeol threw himself back on his bed and smiled to himself.

Y/n is such a cutie……wait, do I like her? No Chanyeol, you can’t do this, you heard her yesterday, she said she likes someone else! Besides, she doesn’t like ruining a friendship for a relationship! She’s your best friends sister! Are you trying to film a drama or something? Stop this right now!

He groaned and hit his head on the pillow and got ready for school.

When he left his house, you and your brother, Luhan, was bickering in front of your house.

“I’m manlier than Taylor Lautner! Cmon say it, y/n!” He seemed to be holding a book on top of his head, totally out of your reach.

“But Luhan, I can’t lie!!!” You said, giggling.

“Y/N, HOW DARE YOU BETRAY YOUR MANLY BROTHER LIKE THIS??” Luhan asked, shocked. You turned around when Chanyeol laughed.

“Oh hi Channie! I didn’t see you there!” You said, beaming widely. He grinned back, heart beating like crazy.

“Oppa, can you get that book away from Luhan? He’s being a mean brother!” You linked your arms with Chanyeol and pouted. As soon as your arm made contact with his, his heart went wild and went out of control. The tall lanky boy needed a moment to calm his heart that felt very much like a dedicated fan would when they met their favorite celebrity. He slowed down his crazy heart and focused on getting on the book back from a very stubborn Luhan.

“Hey, Luhan, give back her book, you’re manlier than Taylor Lautner, don’t worry,” Chanyeol said to a very happy Luhan, who was handing back your book to Chanyeol. He slipped it in your bag when Luhan wasn’t looking and winked at you.

“See y/n? Even a guy can see I’m manlier than him, why can’t you?” Luhan said with a superior look. You rolled your eyes at him and walked towards your friends who were waiting for you.

“Hey Luhan, you’ve been in love before, right?” Chanyeol asked the other boy who was looking at his watch.

“Yah, of course!” He said.

“Then can you tell me if what I’m feeling is love? Every time I see her, my heart flutters and I feel really happy, and when she says goodbye and leaves, I feel empty like some part of me is gone. I always worry about her and everything about her makes me grateful for everything.”

Luhans eyebrows shot up. “Does this involve my little sister?”

“W-what? Um……” Chanyeol stuttered.

“Chanyeol, I knew you liked her a long time ago, don’t deny it. Confess to her before it’s too late. Guys ask her out all the time, she might meet someone nicer and you’ll miss your chance. You better treat her well if she says yes, or else I’ll beat you up.” He patted Chanyeols shoulder and entered their school.

6 hours of complete torture passed and you were now standing next to Chanyeol, talking animatedly about the fiasco that had happened during science.

“Y/n, I’ve got to tell you something.” Chanyeol cut you off, avoiding your gaze.

“Yeah?” You asked him.

“Listen, y/n. I’ve been meaning to tell you this a long time ago. I’m scared what might happen if you say, but I’m going to do it. Y/n, I’m in love with you. I don’t go a day without thinking about you. I constantly worry about you and you make me laugh all the time. Every day I spend with you is a blessing, I love every second of it. Whenever you’re near me I get happy and I feel butterflies in me. Do you feel the same?” He asked you with eager eyes, face red with embarrassment.

You looked up at him and smiled. “Oppa, you idiot. Of course I feel the same! Do you know how long I waited for you to ask me? You’re so late!” You playfully punched his arm, and after a second of thought, you tiptoed to kiss his cheek. He laughed and intertwined your hands with his.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to do this y/n. I promise I’ll give your tender love, the love you always wanted.”

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-admin oreo

Disconnected - CH

Originally posted by mukenope

yeah I have no idea what to do with this so I guess I’ll just post it as a blurb? excuse me if i screwed up the dates but the times are supposed to be when you receive them so yay for clarification!


February 16th, 5:53 PM: “Hey! Alright, so I the guys and I are heading to LAX for our flight to Japan. You’re probably in bed and drooling all over the place and that’s why you didn’t pick up your phone. Either way, Tokyo is only two hours ahead of Sydney so I’ll call you when we land. Talk to you later, loser.”

February 17th, 5:32 AM: “Just got to Japan. I’m so wiped. We’re waiting for our bags but we can already see all the fans waiting outside for us. And–oh, shit, babe. I wish you could have just seen Michael trip Luke into the baggage carousel. Funniest thing I’ve ever seen! Crap, gotta go. Film crew is pulling out the cameras for the tour diaries. Call you when I get a chance. Pick up your phone next time!”

February 17th, 6:11 AM:  “Yikes, totally forgot you were flying back to LA today too. Which means you’re probably on a plane. Huh, what? Oh, Ashton says “Hey.” Anyway, you can’t see but I’m pouting right now because I miss your voice. Text me when you land!”

February 19th, 2:06 AM: “First show tonight! The guys and I are so fucking pumped. Sad I missed your call earlier but we’re about to go on so I’ll just try again later. Wait hold on, gotta get away from the guys…those pictures you sent earlier were great. You’re the best. Wish us luck!”

February 21st, 10:31 PM: “Hey babe, miss you. Can’t believe we keep missing each other’s calls. Call me when you get a chance. Time doesn’t matter.”

February 24th, 7:18 PM: “Helloooooooooooo? Remember me? Your lovable and cute and very lonely boyfriend? He’s missing his very smart, very beautiful girlfriend because he hasn’t seen her in a while and she hasn’t called him back yet.”

February 25th, 2:48 AM: “Just talked to Mali. Said she’s coming to visit you and you two have a whole girls thing planned while she’s in LA. I’m very jealous my sister gets to see you.”

February 27th, 3:38 AM: “We’re about to go out and I really hope that this is some practical joke. I don’t want to overreact but I’m fucking pissed. And I’m just going to get even more angry if you don’t fucking call me back and make your dumbass friend take that picture down.”

February 27th, 8:42 PM: “It’s uh, it’s me. Calum, that is. I know you told me not to call after our fight the other night, but I couldn’t leave it at that, ya know? Not when you cut me off before I could finish. You aren’t my girlfriend, alright? You are my girlfriend. Shit, you’re the absolute love of my life and fuck, I never thought I would find someone like you. I’m freaking out over here, [Y/N]. I overreacted. Went off the deep end at the thought of losing you. We’re barely 20 but I can’t imagine anyone else but you in it. I’m scared. I’m so scared of the future but then I think that maybe you’ll be in it and it doesn’t seem so fucking frightening.”

February 27th, 8:45 PM: “I’m in this for the long haul, for however long you want me. I love you. God, I love you.”