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Archie definitely isn’t the brightest or the smartest or the most aware of them all. But he still a good person. Archie’s well-intentioned yet naive. He’s impulsive, yes. but that’s because he can’t stop to think – he needs to move immediately, and its always done to help someone else. He found himself in the Whyte Wyrm to help his dad, and broke his hand to save Cheryl. He’s choses fight instead of flight 99.9% of the time. 

He’s considered a hero of Riverdale but he doesn’t believe that himself. Grundy fucked him over so, so bad. She dug her claws into him, and that’s why his friendship with Jughead dwindled over the summer.  Because of Grundy, he isolated himself, he abandoned his friends, and started to think of himself as a bad person. And we know how terrible a person Grundy is, but Archie probably still blames himself for her being chased out of town. Because that’s how abusive relationships work. The victim’s feelings are still very real and he will continue to blame himself and hold such a low opinion about himself. Archie is so much more than just “music vs football" or a “threat” to b/ghead. 

Stop simplifying Archie as this dumb kid who cannot make up his mind. He’s so much more than that. 

The Wrong Tickets

Summary: Your friend buys plane tickets for the two of you, but she accidentally makes you sit apart from each other. That means you have to sit next to a stranger

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 3,820 words

Warning: Swearing, Fluff 

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(more for elsewhere) The thing Karen hated the most was the uncertainty. Like that cute boy at the frat party who smiled at her, but something about his teeth was wrong and he looked… hungry. And she ended up going back to her dorm instead. Or that elevator, that some older girl reassured her was totally safe, but she had a weird gleam in her eyes, and the elevator made strange noises and didn’t always come when the button was pushed. When that new girl showed up out of nowhere, and claimed she was a transfer, but she looked too much like the painting Tom had done after he was taken. Maybe They couldn’t lie, but maybe they didn’t tell the whole truth, either. Not being quite sure was awful, because maybe that boy was nice, and maybe the elevator could let her skip 9 flights of stairs, and maybe that new girl deserved a friend. Or maybe not.


The FBI has released previously unpublished images of the devastation and grim aftermath of the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attack on the Pentagon.

American Airlines Flight 77, commandeered by al-Qaeda terrorists, slammed into the side of the building, killing 184 people, including 59 passengers and crew and the five hijackers.

The plane hit between the first and second floors of the Pentagon.

The new photos show firefighters battling a huge fireball, on-scene FBI investigators, whose faces were blacked out for security reasons, and mangled debris and charred ruins. (Photos: FBI via epa)


Hello! If you are in the market for an amazing new Broadway cast album, and want something fun but also so emotionally evocative, go listen to Come From Away. It’s about a small Canadian town taking in over 7,000 people once flights are grounded on 9/11. It directly addresses racism, homophobia, sexism, and the sense of loss and confusion that permeated those days, and is so present now. It’s a musical about fear and hope and love and human kindness. If you are feeling down and like the world has no light, this is the show for you. 

The entire cast album is currently streaming on NPR, and you should definitely take a listen. 

anonymous asked:

Is it bad that I want to like Tamlin again?

No. I like him as a character. I think Feyre should stay the heck away from him, but he’s not a lost cause. There was ZERO evidence to suggest he couldn’t change. He’s not all bad. He was an ass in the first book, had a bit of PTSD he wasn’t properly dealing with, and then after UTM, he just crashed. And his trauma ate him alive and there was no one qualified around to help him. Same as there was no one qualified around to help Feyre or Lucien, right? Tamlin needs help. And he has to want to help himself to be able to get the help he needs. (I’m related to a psychiatric nurse practitioner who read the books and I’ve picked her brain about Tamlin many times.)

He’s not a bad guy. He has done bad things. But to reduce him to just being a bad guy or an abuser is to lack a fundamental understanding of mental illness and trauma.

And that’s hard for people, to walk in someone else’s shoes or to see the situation from their perspective. It’s kinda like when Mark Wahlberg said if he’d been on that 9/11 flight it wouldn’t have gone down. It’s easy, and comforting, to think that we would have acted differently, that we could have altered the outcome somehow. But that’s a beautiful, ignorant lie. Because we can never know. And It’s easier to judge other people for wrongdoings or for what they did or didn’t do than to consider the alternative—that we would have done the same thing.

So if you ask me, Tamlin gets to come back from what he did. We always get to come back. (Unless you have a personality disorder, which Tamlin doesn’t have.) But we have to do the work, and we have to own what we did and suffer the consequences of our actions. If I were Feyre, I’d forever stay the hell away from him. And if she were my friend in the real world, that’s the advice I’d give. But that doesn’t mean Tamlin doesn’t get to be saved too. And it doesn’t mean that he can’t learn from his actions and change. We get to come back. Always.

Actor, James Woods, once sat on a “practice flight” for the 9/11 attacks, one month before it happened. He immediately contacted the FBI when his LA bound flight landed, after he witnessed four men matching the terrorists’ descriptions hovering close to pilots cabin and acting suspiciously. Nobody believed him.

Birthday Surprise

A/N: okay so this is my first fanfic so it’s pretty bad but I hope you enjoy, and I forgot that they were twins so in this it’s only Grayson’s birthday :)

Summary: you surprise Grayson on tour for his birthday
I woke up to the faint sound of my phone vibrating next to me on my bedside table, my eyes adjusted to the clock which read 2:45am. I looked down at my phone and saw the call was from my boyfriends brother, Ethan. I answered with a quiet voice “you sound tired” he chuckled through the phone “no” I replied sarcastically “why are you calling me so late?” I asked “well as you know it’s Grayson’s birthday in a few days so we’re going to surprise him by flying you out here to join us on tour for a couple of days, we’ve already organised your tickets and everything so all you need to do is get on the plane come visit us, the flight is today at 9:00pm I’ll email you the rest Grayson’s coming back. Bye” he hung up the phone before I even got to reply, a few minutes later I get an email from Ethan with all my flight information. I was beyond excited. I stayed up the rest of the night, imaging multiple possibilities of his reaction when he sees me tomorrow.
With what felt like half an hour my alarm clock rang and it was 8:30am. Immediately I started packing my suitcase and cleaning up my apartment. It had felt so empty without Ethan and Grayson ever since they went on tour, I missed them so much and it got harder everyday being away from them.
Soon enough it was time to leave for the airport, I put on some legging and one of Grayson’s sweatshirts and called an uber. My heart was beating out of my chest with all the emotions when I arrived, looking down at my ticket that read 9:00pm I realised I still had a few hours to kill so I decided to get some dinner before checking in and going through customs. It felt like a million years before the flight landed, so hearing the captain over the P.A announcing our landing was possibly one of the best things I’ve ever heard. I was sat next to a lady that leant on my shoulder while she slept, the person in front of me had their seat all the way back and there was a kid sitting behind me continuously kicking the back of my seat, his poor mother couldn’t do much about it because she was too preoccupied trying to get her screaming newborn baby to stop crying, but it was worth it.
After grabbing my bag from the carousel i walked outside and was greeted by Ethan waiting at the door. “Ethan!” I yelled hugging him, it had been so long since I’d seen them and Ethan was my best friend. He took me to the car and put my bag in the back for me. When we arrived at the hotel where the were staying Ethan grabbed out the camera to film Grayson’s reaction, I didn’t really like being filmed but i let him, he did pay for my flight after all.
Grayson hadn’t even noticed that we walked in because he was so concentrated on editing a video. “Grayson!” Ethan screamed out at him and got his attention. It took him a while before turning his head and seeing me standing next to the bed. My heart was jumping around in circles when he looked at me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. He crawled off the bed and I jumped into him arms wrapping my legs around his waist “ew” Ethan chuckled into the camera. Grayson put me down and looked at us confused “why are you here” he laughed, “ouch” I said back at him “she’s your birthday present” Ethan yelled, then giggled after he realised how weird that sounded. We finished off the video and sat down to watch a movie. Ethan had left by now, do. it was just me and Grayson cuddled up on the bed.
“What are you staring at?” I asked him. “I missed you Y/N” he made my stomach jump around in circles.
Before I responded his lips crashed against mine, with no hesitation I kissed him back. I felt him hardening underneath me as his lips moved from my mouth to my chest. “I love you”
“Morning beautiful” Grayson said in his morning voice, “morning” I mumbled back, my words being hardly understandable, but he got the point. Memories of the night before flooded into my mind and gave me butterflies, it was so good to be back with Grayson after being apart for so long. I think that was the best nights sleep either of us had had in a long time. “Best birthday present ever” he whispered.

Every Me And Every You - Twelve

When you woke up the next morning you wanted to cry. How could three vodka martinis, three shots and three bottles of bud make you feel like someone had taken your head off your shoulders, played football with it, and then clamped it back on but upside down?

You weren’t cut out for this shit anymore.

Reaching for your water you saw that there was only a small amount left in the bottle. Funny. You didn’t remember drinking it all.

You hauled yourself upright gingerly, your head pounding as you staggered into your kitchen and yanked the fridge open, squinting at the contents.

Coke. You needed full fat coke. And painkillers.

You spied two cans in the back and pulled them both out, pressing one to your forehead.

Ahhh. Sweet relief.

Rummaging in your kitchen drawer, you found a blister pack of adadin and popped two, swallowing them down with the fizzy, treacle coloured liquid.

Your ears pricking up, you could hear singing coming from your bed room. Your cell going off.

Who was calling at this ungodly hour?

Although a quick glance at your wall clock told that it was in fact, noon.

Good job you did run all of your errands yesterday.

You lurched back to your bedroom and slumped back down on your bed, realising too late that you had an open can of coke in your hand.

For fuck sake. Your pajama top was now stained and soaked.

Screw it. At least you hadn’t gotten any on the sheets. There was no way you could have coped with changing bed covers today. You climbed back in and picked your phone up.

One missed call.

Spencer Reid.

You thought back to last night, remembering your drunken call in the toilet cubicle and Emily overhearing you.

Apparently you now had a boyfriend call Dan.


At least she’d said she keep quiet. And unlike Garcia, Emily actually would.

You wriggled back under the covers and called him back, him answering on the third ring.

“Good morning, Snow. Sleep well?”

“Snow? What?…. Spencer my brain hurts….Oh wait.. I get it. Snow White. I remember. At least I think I do.”

He chuckled lowly at end of the phone.

“You did stick to your drinking limits I set you right?”

“I did indeed…. I blame the martinis, they were strong. If you were with me I’d have said that you were trying to get me drunk so you could take advantage of me,” you laughed.

“Y/N you know I’d never do that right?” Spencer was suddenly quiet and serious, sounding more like normal work Spencer.

Had you offended him?

“I know that. I was making a joke.”

“Good. Because that’s the last thing I want you thinking; that I’m trying to take advantage of you in any shape or form.” Still serious.

“Spencer, I know. I promise I know that. I was just trying to be funny.”

“Okay. I just wanted to be clear that’s all. I take it you’re feeling rough then?”

“I feel like I’ve gone ten rounds in a boxing ring against Morgan. And lost, badly.”

Another laugh.

“By the way. If Emily asks, not that she will but… I have a boyfriend called Dan okay.”

“Excuse me?”

“She overheard me in the toilet, talking to you last night. I had to give her a name. Fuck knows where Dan came from.”

A quick flash in your mind of a heart with Carly loves Dan written inside it. Ohhhhh…. Toilet wall graffiti to the rescue.

“Ah okay. So you’re dating a guy named Dan. And how does he compare to your previous lover?”

“Spencer Reid are you fishing for compliments here?”


“I’ve already told you that you were the best I’d had, something I still can’t believe forms a sentence with your name. No offence.”

“None taken.” You could hear a smile in his voice down the phone.

“So what are your plans anyway. I’d have thought you’d have been up and about already, it’s like 9am there isn’t it?”

“It is indeed. I’m… procrastinating. I thought maybe you could distract me for a bit.”

As tempted as you were to try and be a distraction, there was something in his tone.

“Reid, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me please. You can tell me it’s none of my business, but don’t tell me nothing’s wrong. I can hear it.”

He was silent for a few moments and you were just about to bid him goodbye and tell him to text you later when he spoke again.

“My mom called me a couple of weeks ago. She wanted me to come and see her this weekend because she wanted me to go and visit my Dad. He’s…. sick.”

You knew Spencer’s relationship with his father was extremely complicated. He’d abandoned Reid and his mother when Reid was just a child and although Spencer had later discovered that there’d been underlying reasons, he’d still never forgiven him for it. For leaving him to deal with his mom’s issues alone. For moving ten miles up the road and never checking in.


Spencer cleared his throat. “Cancer sick…..Terminal. He’d been trying to call me for a while but I’ve… I’d been ignoring his calls. He’s in a hospice. Waiting……”

Waiting to die, you knew he meant.

“Oh Spence… Why didn’t you tell any of us. Why didn’t you tell me? I’d have come with you or something.”

Despite what you were doing together, he was your friend first and foremost. A very good friend who you’d hate to see hurt. And losing a parent, even one you didn’t have a relationship with, would hurt anyone.

“Because I didn’t know if I was going to see him or not. My mom convinced me yesterday that I need to. Because when he goes, it’ll be down to me to make arrangements. He never remarried, I’m his only next of kin.”

“Spencer… ”

“I don’t want to see him. But I know that I should. So I’m going. And then I’m coming home.”

“You’re doing the right thing.”

“So the nurses at mom’s hospital keep telling me. I just don’t want to think about what I’m doing, hence wanting a distraction. And you’re a very good distraction.”

“Erm thanks. I think?”

“So what are your plans for the day, Snow?” He was trying put the normality back into his voice, trying to sound cheerful.

“If you keep calling me that, I’ll have to start referring to you as Prince Charming. And…. I was planning on sleeping off this hangover. That you caused by making me drink three vodka martinis.”

“Hey I didn’t say you had to drink three. Just that you could have no more than three.”

Shit… He did. Balls. Pay attention to the rules more, Y/N.

“You know what’s meant to be a excellent hangover cure?”

“No but I’m sure the fountain of all knowledge is going to tell me.”

“Sex. Well… Orgasms.”

“You’re two and a half thousand miles away from me Spencer.”

“And? I recall buying you some objects that would assist with said orgasm. Things I’d have liked for you to use on yourself last night. Purple things specifically.”

“I don’t have the energy to try and fuck myself with a fake purple penis today, thank you very much.”

“Spoil sport.”

Amazing. Spencer Reid teasing you because you didn’t want to masturbate.

“I need more sleep, and you need to go and do things. So stop putting them off and go and do them. What time do you get back?”

“My flight lands at 9:30pm. I should be home by 10:30pm.”

“Let me know how it goes okay?”

“I will. Sweet dreams, Snow,” he sighed.

“Talk to ya later Prince Charming.”

You tucked your phone back under your pillow and pulled your eye mask over your face to block on the sunlight that was trying to sneak through your windows.

And then you slept.

I’m reading “The General’s War,” a narrative history of the Gulf War, and holy shit, Desert Shield was a fucking shitshow

1) Tanks and artillery shipped to Saudi Arabia in August couldn’t be test-fired to adjust sights until October because the Saudis were hesitant about it.

2) USMC tanks had dead batteries. Marines had to scour local markets for replacements.

3) The majority of tanks were the older M60 and for much of August there were only 123 of them and a couple dozen M551 Sheridans.

4) USMC aircraft were delayed in reaching Saudi Arabia because the USAF were hogging all the refueling planes for USAF planes.

5) Fast sealift ships broke down in the mid Atlantic.

6) The United States Forces Command failed to deliver the 101st’s ammunition.

7) Infantry had to work as longshoremen due to a dearth of dock workers.

8) A-10s arrived at airfields with half tanks of fuel only to find that the nozzles on their tanks were incompatible with with Saudi hoses. The A-10s had 30mm ammo but no ATGMs.

9) Flights of F-15s were cancelled in mid-August after shipments of tires failed to arrive.

10) F-117s arrived in Saudi Arabia with two bombs each and didn’t receive any additional ordnance for three weeks, when a convoy of flatbed trucks arrived with bombs, bomb finds and guidance units. The trucks were operated by local Saudi truck drivers and had driven all the way from the opposite side of the country escorted by two junior USAF NCOs armed with two M16s and a roadmap of Saudi Arabia.

11) In order not to alarm the local population, CENTCOM prohibited practice bombing runs and low-level training flights.

12) The Saudis didn’t want B-52s at Jiddah airport so the B-52s were stationed at Diego Garcia island in the middle of the Indian Ocean, over 2000 miles away.

If the Iraqis had attacked the US buildup in mid-August, it would’ve been a clusterfuck. The US would’ve been barely able to defend itself.




Zach Werenski - Childhood Crush

anon request: Can you make a Zach Werenski one. Maybe about him taking that puck to the face during the playoff game. And can it be really cute and fluffy

@faithmikami requested: Hi there! I was wondering if you could write an image where a girl is dating Zach Werenski and attends the third playoff game against PIT. She’s in the crowd and sees him get injured and is allowed to go to the locker room to see how he is. Thanks! :)

anon request: can i have a zach werenski imagine about his injury and you going to the next game to watch and then coming home and taking care of him/cuddling him

anon request: Can you do a Zach werenski imagine please? Maybe about the injury if you need inspo :)

anon request: Can you do an imagine about Zach Werenski? Maybe like being in the crowd as he got hit kind of thing? Thank you!!!

an imagine about zach werenski’s injury was a very requested imagine and i still have more requests about this. i do love zach werenski though so i have no problem writing these!! XD i decided to put a cute little twist to it so i hope you like it

requests are open:))

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“yes y/n zach would love if you came and visited us here in colombus!” mrs.werenski gushed into the phone. for me it was just hitting the end of exam time and for my best friend zach it was the beginning of playoffs. well soon to be the third game.

“i don’t know mrs.werenski, i want to but i have so much to do” i babbled on about why i shouldn’t go. “y/n zach hasn’t seen you in forever, he would love it if you came to watch” that’s where she had me. i haven’t seen zach in so long. i used to always watch him play hockey at the joe, he truly was a talented player.

zach and i were always best friends, the dynamic duo. i was always by his side and he was always by mine. he supported me in my hockey and i always supported him in his hockey, even till this very day. throughout the years i manages to develop feelings for zach that a best friend shouldn’t feel and i’ve tried pushing them away but they always pop back up. he’s never really shown an interest but maybe i just never looked.

“fine” i fake sighed but was quickly followed by a overly girlish squeal. “i’m so excited too see him!” i laughed to his mother. “trust me y/n, he’s gonna be happy to see you too!” she joined in on my laughing. “when should i book my flight?” i asked. “oh don’t worry about that hun, we have it all covered. ill send you an email and print the ticket that’s in it, and there is your flight” she explained.

i could hear the loud sound of zach from the other side of the phone, “zachs coming but ill see you soon!” she said in a hushed tone and hung up. i smiled before putting my phone down and quickly opening up my email. the flight leaves tomorrow at 9:00am. oh boy. it was already 6:30pm and i haven’t even started packing.

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CS FF: The Journey is Half the Fun

Summary:  Emma and Killian encounter many obstacles on their way to their honeymoon destination.

Rating: T

Note: I’m trying to take comfort in the fact that Captain Swan will live on in fanfiction.  As long as inspiration comes and interest remains, then I will continue to write.  We’ll never get to see their honeymoon, so I thought this would be fun to write.  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…The Journey is Half the Fun: Part 1/1…

Killian and Emma sat in the airport, awaiting their flight to Honolulu, Hawaii for their long awaited honeymoon.  

“Love,” Killian began, turning to his wife, “I don’t understand why you can’t just poof us to our destination.  It would be much safer than traveling in that flying tin can you call an airplane.”

Emma laughed.  Killian had never flown on an airplane before and didn’t trust that it could remain in the air without magic.

“I told you. I only use magic when it’s necessary.  Plus, flying is very safe.”

Killian took her hand in his and leaned in close to her, whispering in her ear. “Aye, but it is much slower.  Just imagine what we could be doing right now if we were already in Hawaii.”

Emma felt a shiver run down her spine at the lust in her husband’s voice.  He kissed below her ear and then her neck, eliciting a giggle.

“Killian, we’re in public,” she managed weakly.

“My point exactly,” he said, moving to her lips.  "We could be in the privacy of our own honeymoon suite right now.“

He was certainly persuasive and it was tempting not to waste anymore time after everything they had been through.  She allowed him one final kiss and then pulled away.  She lifted her hand to caress his cheek and met his eyes.

"I would like nothing more than to get you alone, but this is our chance to be a normal couple for once.  Just newlyweds on their way to their honeymoon.”  She paused and then smiled. “Plus, sometimes the journey is half the fun.  I’d say it was with our relationship, wouldn’t you?”

Killian cocked an eyebrow and shrugged. “Definitely only half, love.  I wouldn’t consider battling villains and being separated by curses and death all that fun.”

Emma laughed and placed her head on his shoulder, squeezing his hand in hers. “Maybe not. But it led us here, so I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Killian nodded and dropped a kiss onto her head. “Aye, me neither.”

After a few moments, Killian glanced at the flight screen before them.

“Swan, what was our flight number?”


They were flying to California and then Hawaii.

Killian gestured at the screen with his hook. “I know I’m new to this flying thing, but I am going to assume cancelled isn’t a good thing.”

Emma’s eyes widened. “What?”

She looked at the screen and saw that indeed their flight was now listed as cancelled.  Emma jumped up from her seat and went over to the attendant at the desk.  She returned a few minutes later.

“So bad weather in California of all places has forced our flight to be cancelled.  We can’t get on another one until tomorrow morning.”

Killian cocked a brow and grinned.  "You’re right, love. This is fun.“

Emma groaned. "I wish things could be easy just once.”

“You said you only use magic when necessary.  I’d say this qualifies.”

She sank back down into the chair beside him.

“I meant went battling villains and breaking curses, not dealing with cancelled flights.”

Killian sighed heavily. “Alright.  What now then?”

“They gave us a voucher for a stay in the hotel next door.  So I guess we just wait it out until morning.”

Killian waggled his eyebrows and smiled.  "Well, love, I do believe I can think of a way to pass the time.“

Emma laughed and kissed him.  "I knew you would.”

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Inmarsat-5 F4 is on the pad! The satellite - encapsulated in its payload fairing - was attached to the Falcon 9 rocket over the weekend and rolled to LC-39A Sunday afternoon. Liftoff is slated for 7:20pm EDT from LC-39A at Kennedy Space Center. The mission’s static fire was successfully completed May 11.

This is the 34th flight of the Falcon 9 rocket, the sixth of 2017, and the fifth launch from LC-39A. Inmarsat-5 F4 is also the second expendable flight of the rocket this year. 

Provided the launch occurs on time tomorrow evening, the turnaround time between the previous Falcon 9 launch of NROL-76 and Inmarsat-5 F4 will have been one of SpaceX’s fastest at 14 days. 

The company is hoping to perform a launch roughly every two weeks in the coming months in order to clear a massive backlog of flights caused by two mishaps. Four launches - Inmarsat-5, CRS-11, BulgariaSat-1 and Iridium NEXT flight 2 are all expected to launch from Kennedy Space Center before the end of June.

P/c: Inmarsat.

lively-living-fatima  asked:

2-D and reader reuniting after one being away from for a while? c:

Murdoc LOVES to ruin the moment. • • 2D had been away on tour for a while now, it felt like he had been gone forever. You had been staying in Kong Studios since the band had left, just generally watching over the place. It was a big place to be alone in all the time- but at least the plants were in better condition that ever. He was scheduled to come back today- in fact he was on the flight back. You were cleaning some final parts of the house- old pizza boxes, empty cans of beer and washing dishes that had been there.. a while. Checking the time on the phone, the plane was supposed to land in 2 hours. The airport was 1 hour and a half away, so you quickly got showered and dress to meet the band at the airport. You hopped into the car and began the journey, putting some music on to occupy yourself on the journey. You stopped to get some snacks for 2D on the way there- he had a lot of intolerance’s, and was quite a picky eater. After a while, you finally arrived at the airport. You rushed out of the car, locking it and heading to arrivals. You stood, waiting for 2D’s flight to come in. After 10 minutes of waiting, you finally heard and announcement over the speakers, informing you that his plane from Florida had landed. You watched as people started to trickle through the airport, looking exhausted. You smiled, getting excited that you’d see 2D soon. After a few more minutes of waiting, you saw the band walk through the doors. You squealed, running towards 2D. As soon as he noticed you running, he dropped his suitcase, running towards you. You jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist, as he held your legs to make sure you wouldn’t fall. “I missed you so much” you mumbled into his neck, holding you close. “I missed you too” he whispered, holding you close. You pulled your head away from his neck, cupping his face with both of your hands. “I love you” you smiled, tears forming in your eyes. You’d never been so happy to see him. “I love you so much” he replied, kissing you passionately. Caught up in the moment, you continued to kiss. Well, that was until Murdoc interrupted. “For fucks sake, we just got off a 9 hour flight and you’re sucking each others faces off already?! I wanna go home!” He said angrily, picking 2D’s suitcase up off the floor and dragging it along. You looked back at 2D, sighing. “We should get going.” You smiled, as 2D  let go of your legs and you jumped off.   He smiled down at you, grabbing your hand and giving it an affectionate squeeze. You began to walk, leaning against him. “I’m so glad you’re back.” “Me too, love. Me too.“