haunted ring


Disney world secret: Back in the day, the exit for the Haunted Mansion used to be through a turnstile that let guests off at Liberty Square. When the turnstile was removed, a bit of the machinery was left in the ground. Many people thought it resembled a wedding ring, and a legend was born. “Because this ring was a creation of the fans and not Disney canon, the story of the ring varied depending who would tell it. Perhaps Master Gracey had gotten angry at the young woman for cheating on him and tossed it over the balcony in a fit of rage. Or maybe it was the indent of her ring forced into the ground when she flung herself to her death. The delightfully morbid notion took on a life of it’s own and the little piece of embedded pipe grew into legend.” After the ring was finally paved over fans became upset. Because it was such a fun little Easter Egg to find when visiting. So, the Disney Imagineers decided to add an official haunted ring to the ride. The only problem, you have to find it. But, don’t worry Disney cast members are totally happy to help you find the haunted mansion wedding ring!

H O R R O R . P R O M P T S

  • “I just got back from the cemetery.”
  • “I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”
  • “I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”
  • “What’s behind you in these pictures…?”
  • “Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”
  • “I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”
  • “I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”
  • “I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”
  • “I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”
  • “Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”
  • “The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”
  • “Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”
  • “Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”
  • “I had a dream that I killed you.”
  • “Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”
  • "I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”
  • “There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”
  • “Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”
  • “Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”
  • "I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”
  • “Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”
  • “I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”
  • “There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”
  • “Can you just… can you please check the closet?”
  • “P-please… put the knife down.”
  • “I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”
  • “No, no, no – run!”
  • "I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”
  • “The dead are all around us…”
  • “She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”
  • “There’s something breathing under the bed…”
  • "You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”
  • “I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”
  • “Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”
  • “I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”
  • “He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”
  • “I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”
  • "You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”
  • “Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”
  • “If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”
  • “Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”
  • “…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”
  • “You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”
  • “I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”
  • "What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
  • “Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”
  • “I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”
  • “Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”
  • “Wh-why do you have a knife…?”
  • "You’re all bloody, what happened!?”
  • “You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”
  • “You’re bleeding…”
  • “How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”
  • “I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”
  • “I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”
  • “I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”
  • “From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”
  • "Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”
  • “I want to be dead, too.”
  • “Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”
  • "Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”
  • “You played with a Ouija board!?”
  • “Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”
  • “There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”
  • “You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”
  • "They just don’t believe like they used to…”
  • “I will haunt you until the end of time.”

anonymous asked:

can we get some jason todd imagines?

Not really proud with how this turned out but I hope it’s still enjoyable? Thank you for requesting! I think this blog needs a little more Jason, Tim and Dick, don’t you agree?

When Jason finally came to, he realises that he is standing in an open area – nothing seems familiar but at the very same time, he also can’t shake the feeling of familiarity. He turns around to assess the situation and it dawns on him that he is just standing there alone with no one in sight and surrounded by a fog that was ominous and dark.

Jason frowns; what the hell is he doing here? Wasn’t he just sleeping soundly in his own bed earlier?

He tries to take a step forward but he can’t. The frown deepens and he looks down, there’s nothing holding him back yet he can’t move forward. Why does he feel like there’s something holding him back? Jason tries to step forward and he furrows his eyebrows when he can finally move his feet. He tries to open his mouth to call for someone, anyone, and finds that he can’t speak either.

Jason opens and closes his mouth a few times, growing frustrated with each failed attempt. Why the hell is he not able to speak? Suddenly he feels anxiety creeping up on him and he’s breathing faster now. There’s a sudden tug and Jason lurches forward, almost tripping over his own two feet. He shakes his head and tries to ignore the ominous feeling but he can’t seem to do anything.

Then suddenly he hears it. That laughter that sends chills throughout his body. The very same laughter that caused his heart to race in his chest. The same laughter that caused him sleepless nights most of the time.

The fog lifts and Jason feels relieved slightly though it was short lived. Terror seeps in to him when he sees the familiar silhouette. You’re just standing there, admiring the view like you normally do – that was just how you were, so carefree and all sunshine and smiles.

Jason tries to call out your name but again, he finds out that he can’t speak. His mouth is open and he’s screaming in his mind but no voice is leaving his mouth. When you finally take notice of him, Jason has never felt this scared for someone else’s safety.

When Jason is finally able to move his feet, he is a few seconds too late as you are snatched away, right in front of him. The laughter is back and it’s ringing now, haunting him. You had let out a scream – one he didn’t think he would ever want to hear ever again – and the look of pure terror on your face probably matched his as well.

And just as he’s about to reach you, something big and green and red swallowed you whole.

No!” Jason calls out your name and falls to his knees. The laughter gets louder and closer and then suddenly, everything’s black.


Jason’s eyes shot open in panic and he sits up, gasping for breath. His heart is beating wildly in his chest and he knows he is drenched in sweat too. He pushes himself on his elbows and blinks a couple of times, in confusion when he notices that the space next to him is empty. Glaring at the blankets that are tangled around his ankles, Jason roughly rips them off of his ankles.

“What the hell was that dream about…” He mutters to no one in particular before getting off the bed. His legs are shaky from the nightmare but Jason has a mission. He wastes no time and walks over to the door, exiting his bedroom.

Despite the darkness of the hallway, Jason’s feet led him to the one room he knew he would be able to slowly feel at ease at and when he opens the door to the library, he lets out an inaudible sigh. He steps inside and quietly closes the door. Walking towards the center of the room, he spies a familiar figure lying underneath a blanket and relief washes over him.

You’re alright and alive.

The sudden relief is probably too much for him because his knees almost gave out had Jason not decided to sink to the floor beside the sofa and resting his head near your arm. Several different scenarios ran through his mind – what if he hadn’t been dreaming? What if he actually lost you? What was he going to do if he lost you? He lets out a shaky sigh and one of his hands reaches for you. “Thank fuck.”

“…Jay?” Your slurred voice causes him to look at you and the sight of you struggling to keep your eyes open and on him, relieves him a little bit. Jason sits up straighter when you sit up and let out a small yawn. “What time is it – I must have fallen asleep here.”

Jason nods his head. “It’s way past midnight.” He whispers quietly and you nod your head before moving aside, making space for Jason on the sofa. You pat on the space beside you and you smile when Jason moves from the floor to the sofa beside you.

When Jason finally moves from the floor to settle beside you, you wrapped your arms around his waist and snuggled against him. He wraps his arms around you, burying his nose in your hair. He presses his lips on your temple.

“…Was it a nightmare about me again?”

Jason nods his head, knowing very well that you already know him too well. He knows even if he had lied to you, you’d be able to tell immediately. He feels you tightening your arms around him and pressing a kiss to his chest, right where his heart is. “Can we just talk about it tomorrow?” He murmurs quietly, he doesn’t really feel like reliving his dream right away.

“Okay, let’s just sleep and talk about it tomorrow.” You tell Jason, throwing the blanket over him as well. Jason hums in response, pulling you closer to him, so much so that you are now on his lap. He presses a kiss on your forehead and you give him a small smile.

“Love you, Jay.” You yawn as you make yourself comfortable on him. As you were about to fall in to a deep slumber, you hear him whispering those words back at you.

The Saloon

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Sheamus O'Shaunessy/Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Heavily inspired by the WWE 2K17 advertisement, though I’ve never touched the game. So uh, another AU. Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @tox-moxley and HAPPY THIRST PARTY SATURDAY @hardcorewwetrash ENJOY!

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The 7 Horcruxes Spread

Diary: What in your past is coming back to haunt you?

Ring: How does your family affect your life?

Locket: What do others know that you do not?

Cup: What about yourself do you lock away?

Diadem: What in your life is hidden in plain sight?

Nagini: What do you treasure above all else?

Scar: What have you done on accident that still affects your life?

John Doe
what’s gotten into you
you used to be so loud
you used to be the brightest star
the ones all the planets wanted to orbit around
John Doe
you used to laugh and smile
and dance and sing with me
when people say your name to me
it’s left with a haunted ring (a bitter sting)
John Doe
i have yet to erase you from my memory;
but i have screamed about you to the stars
they took the ghostly yearnings
and shoved them into the void
John Doe
i don’t know who you are anymore
i don’t know where you are
you left five years ago
and i have yet to really see your face again
you came around for christmas
and that was all the gift i ever wanted
your last words to me were, “be good. be smart. i love you sweetheart.”
John Doe
your name is the same as my own
we share the same blood
and yet you’re still on the run;
from my calls, my texts
i’d scream so loud you could hear me from states away
if only my voice could reach you that way
John Doe
remember when we used to play hide and seek in the dark at night?
you told me that when you lie down in the shadows no one can see you and that if you wanted to run you had to stay close to the ground and make sure you never left the shadows
and i guess you crept along them always making sure you stayed out of sight
because i remember this game and the flashlight
and you hid so well that no amount of light could find you– i have checked all your usual hiding spots and i have yet to seek you out.
—  a poem to my brother who i desperately want to come home this christmas.

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You Found Me: A Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Request from Anon:  can I have something where stiles and her help each other out, and when he is erased from existence that’s how she remembers everything, and the pack says she’s crazy but she can see him even when others can’t? Somehow? And she helps him out

So here’s another Season Six Imagine, because even with only a few episodes it has been awesome and emotional. And to whoever requested this what seems like years ago, I’m really sorry it’s taken so long. So if you want to listen to something while you’re reading this, I recommend You Found Me by The Fray. Also, I know the picture is Stydia but I feel like it suits this imagine, and I’m Stydia trash. Anyway, enjoy x

“Hey, Y/N. You’re gonna be okay, alright? You’re gonna be just fine. I’ll help you, I promise.”

You woke up with a start, the voice of the boy who had haunted your dreams ringing in your eyes. You’d been dreaming about him for months, but it was always the same one. 

In these dreams, this boy saved your life. 

You’d spoken to your friends about it, convinced that it was more of a memory than a dream. They had thought you were crazy. That was coming from a werewolf, a were-coyote and a banshee. 

Yeah, totally crazy.

You got up from your bed, walking towards your dressing table, prepared to get ready for school. You studied yourself in the mirror, when your eye was drawn to a photograph pinned on it. 

It was a picture of you when you were ten years old at the skate park. You knew it to be a fond memory, but there was a gap in the photo, just as there was a gap in your memory of the day. Somebody else was there. 

Reaching out, your fingers brushed the corner of the photo. That was when it happened. 

Every memory you had came rushing back, flashing before your eyes. You and another at the age of ten, trying (and failing) to climb trees, you and that same other at the age of thirteen, him having a panic attack, you helping him through it. You and him at the age of seventeen, you lying in a ditch, him saying the same thing he had in your dream. 

“Hey, Y/N. You’re gonna be okay, alright? You’re gonna be just fine. I’ll help you, I promise.”


You sunk to your knees, tears threatening to overflow. Stiles Stilinski. Your best friend. Taken by Ghost Riders, and erased from existence. 

And you were the only one to now remember him. And just like he had helped you countless times before, you were going to help him. 

You were going to get him back. 

“Stiles, I’m coming for you. I promise,” you whispered, a sad smile adorning your face. 

You wiped your eyes, turning your attention back to the mirror. But something was different this time. 

There was someone else’s reflection beside yours. 


The boy in the mirror with the plaid shirt and the brown eyes looked shocked. 

“Wait you can see me?”

“Oh my god, Stiles,” you turned away from the mirror but there was nobody standing there. Turning back, you saw Stiles once again. 

“Y/N. You remember me?”, there was relief on his face, relief that made your heart break. 

“I remember you. I’m coming for you, okay? Where are you?”

“I-I don’t really know. But you need to be careful, if you see the Ghost Riders, they’ll-”

“They’ll take me, I know. I don’t care. I just need to get you back.”

Stiles let out a sigh, laughing slightly. The sound warmed your heart, reminding you of how much you had missed him in your life. 

“Will you be here when I get back?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”



“Just in case I don’t see you again, before I rescue you, I need to tell you something.”

“Go on, you know you can tell me anything.”

“Stiles. I love you. And I promise you, I won’t stop until I find you.”

The boy in the mirror smiled.

“I love you too, Y/N. Always have. And you’ll find me. You always do. I mean, you already have.”

You were the one to smile this time, your heart warming once again. 

“I’ll see you soon, Stiles. I promise.”

“See you later, Y/N.”

And then he was gone.

End of an era part 2


Number prompt list

Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 1446

Rated: PG-13

End of an era part 1

“Son of a bitch”

“You are cordially invited to go fuck yourself” 

End of an Era Part 1


That name made you cringe, and cry, and angry, and smile.

What an asshole. But is it all his fault?

Yes, he did have Kendall Jenner sitting on his lap when he told you that he was going on a business dinner. It wasn’t the first time. He had been pulling away from you. But you were too. You were so nervous that he was drifting away that you found yourself trying hard to be with him. They were problems that could have been talked out. That is something that you two usually did, but by then it was hard to keep a regular conversation let alone an important relationship conversation.

You shouldn’t have jumped. The gun and ended the engagement. That was stupid.

Do you regret it? That’s a good question. One that you have been asking yourself for the last two months. You ask yourself after every missed call you get from him. Every unread text message.

The ring haunts you. It sits on your counter and stares at you while you eat. About a week after you last saw Harry, you got a package in the mail addressed from his apartment. You hadn’t opened it for days after you received it. You were nervous for what was inside of it. Was it worth opening it or would it confuse you more? You had to find out.

Dear (Y/N),
I don’t know what I will ever be able to do to make you understand how sorry I am. I love you and I always will. There is nothing that can change that and there is a whole in my heart form when I realized there was a time in which I did it show you that every day. Please take this ring. I don’t care if you wear it or not. It just hurts me to have it. You can throw it out if you want. Just don’t tell me.

“You are cordially invited to go fuck yourself.” You whisper under your breath.

What an asshole. You don’t want this ring. You don’t want to look at this beautiful piece of silver and diamond to guilt you into calling him.

You try to avoid him at all costs. You live fairly close to eachother. You did that on purpose. You met Harry when you were still in college. He was on the road but when you graduated you got a job in London and got an apartment that was about 2 blocks away from Harry. You both go to the same stores.

You now find yourself getting in the car and driving 25 minutes to get to another grocery store just so you could avoid him. His was a daily activity, unfortunately.

You park the car and head inside. It is gloomy. It has been consistently gloomy ever since the breakup. You think it might be the universe trying to tell you something, but then again that’s just London. You are picking out a package of strawberries when you see him. The hair is unmistakable and the two sixteen your old girls staring at him only proves it.

It’s him.

“Son of a bitch.” You whisper under your breath.

You immediately run to the next isle and try to hide. Then he walks in and his head is buried in his phone. He looks up quickly almost as if he can sense your presence. His face is drained from color. He has no emotion in his eyes. He looks tired. You don’t look much better yourself, but he looks physically sick. You look down once you eyes meet and you can’t decide if you should turn around and ignore him or talk to him.

Even though it is a simple concept you can tell it means to him which step you take. It’s as if you move forward you are willing to try again. If you take a step backward you are done forever.

You take one step forward. The look in his eyes is almost joyous. Like a small breath of new life was breathed into his body. You can see the emerald green in his eyes beginning to emerge.

You begin to take more steps. Holding your breath as you walk. You are almost excited to be inching closer to him.

“Hi.” You whisper.

“Hi.” Harry replies with a small smile. “Can’t we talk?” His eyes plead for you to say yes.

“I don’t know Har-” You begin.

He cuts you off and says, “Please (Y/N).” You can tell that he needs this.

“I guess so.” You say, “But can we do it somewhere more private?”

He nods and pulls your arm. You speed walk out of the isle. Leaving your carriages by themselves in the isle. Harry pulls you into the bathroom.

“This couldn’t wait until we got back to the cars?” You ask.

“If I had left you to finish shopping you would have left and driven away. Wouldn’t you have?” Harry says quickly.

“Shut up you don’t know everything.” You say.

There is a long pause before Harry looks at the floor and says, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You ask. You don’t care if you sound like a bitch. You deserve more than I’m sorry.

“Everything. Absolutley everything.” Harry says before you give him a look as if to say go on, “Thing with Kendall, the lying, pushing you away, not telling you every second of every say how much I love. You are a beautiful woman with a kind heart and you love me with all your heart. I took your for granted and I practically forgot about you. You don’t deserve that. You need to know you are loved.”

“You hurt me.” You whisper, “I sat at home while you were out having fun with other people.”

“I know and I will never be able to forgive myself for that.” Harry says as he places his hands on either sides of your shoulders. It is a comforting feeling.

“We have a lot to work on.” You say to him in all seriousness. 

“Yes, yes and you will never see me more focused. I will do anything, counciling, therapy, rehab.” Harry says excitedly.

“Rehab?” You ask.

“I don’t know I will take anything right now.” Harry says.

“I can see that.” You pause, “Uhh…Harry I don’t know.…”

“What do you mean?” He asks, worry is clear in his voice.

“I don’t know if I can trust you.” You whisper.

“Then we will take it slow.” Harry says as he takes your hands in his. You missed the feeling.

You pause and think. You love him more than anything and him the same to you. He is begging you Ina dirty bathroom at a supermarket. He deserves it. You can work on it. You both can. You pause and say, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Harry cheers.

“Okay.” You confirm with a smile.

Harry then does something that makes you suck in a breath. He gets on one knee.

“Harry it’s dirty.” You say as you try to pull him up.

“It’s worth it.” He whispers with a wide smile.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Harry pauses.

“Wait!” You stop him as you look in your purse. You pull out the ring and it glistens in the fluorescent light of the bathroom.

“You have it?” Harry asks as you can see the tears well up in his eyes.

“I didn’t want to leave it home alone.” You shrug honestly.

“(Y/N),” Harry begins again, “will you marry me?” It sounds so much better the second time.

“Yes, yes of course!” You laugh as Harry slides the ring in your finger and stands up. He pulls you into a hug and burrows his head into the corner of your neck.

“I thought we were going to take it slow!” You laugh as you pull back to look at his face.

“We can take it slow once we are married!” Harry jokes.

“I cannot believe we just got engaged for the second time in a dirty supermarket bathroom!” You laugh once more.

“Well, just think of it as a god story to tell our children.” Harry smiles.

And he was right, you did. You lean in and share a sweet kiss. The first of many not only as an engaged couple but as a married couple too. That kiss sealed everything. As if a new relationship was born from it. You and Harry were new again and more in love than ever.

Top 30 Favourite Person of Interest Episodes

Been wanting to do this for a while, and I thought I’d do it now because…hey, seems as good a time as any. I hum and ha over the order, but these are pretty solidly my top 30 favourites even if the order fluctuates and my top 5 are nice and concrete for the moment. And I’ll do some short reasons that, as I come back and edit this, get a bit long in the top 10.

30. Most Likely To…

Directed by Kevin Hooks

Written by Melissa Scrivner Love and Denise The

The first of many Denise The written or co-written episodes on this list, I love how this episode manages to weave together major plot developments with Vigilance with a fun number plot that they get a lot of mileage out of. And it’s kinda fun to see Mayor Natural Eyeliner from The Dark Knight Trilogy. 

29. Sotto Voce

Directed by Margot Lulick

Written by Sabir Pirzada

I have some issues with this episode in the grand scheme of the season (I think Shaw’s return should have had a full episode to itself, but I also know there were a lot of behind the scenes constraints so I try not to be so hard about that even if it’s not ideal), but on it’s own, I think it’s nice and tightly paced, with heartfelt moments from Root and Shaw, heart-pounding ones with the Die Hard-style setup, a lot of fun with the Finch/Elias team up and the final musical sequence is one of my favourites of the series. The shot I picked might be one of my favourites from the series, and I love it as a callback to the pilot. 

28. .exe

Directed by Greg Plageman

Written by Greg Plageman and Erik Mountain

I do wish we had gotten a full episode within this AU, but what we got I quite liked. Amy Acker as The Machine is a treat, some great Mayhem Twins moments, and I have to say that the “dark Finch” theme is one of my favourite pieces from the series.

27. Panopticon

Directed by Richard J. Lewis

Written by Erik Mountain and Greg Plageman

I didn’t love this episode the first time. I thought it was fine, but didn’t love it. Boy did that change after seeing how the season unfolded. All the characters get great moments, the first look at this world dominated by Samaritan is fantastic, Martine’s introduction, and how they kick off both the season arcs right away works wonderfully.

26. Mors Praematura

Directed by Helen Shaver

Written by Dan Dietz

The first time Root and Shaw really work together, it’s great seeing how they bounce off each other and where their dynamic starts to evolve. And if that wasn’t enough, I’m a big fan of Vigilance/Collier as antagonists, so having them appear here is icing on the cake for me.

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Who Could Be Scared of a Little Rain?

Band Member: Luke

Type: Relationship AU.

Description: Luke was your summer romance and that’s all you ever thought he would be, but maybe love wasn’t done with you yet.

He’d dreamt about you again.

You were leading him to the beach, your hair blowing behind you in the breeze like a bridal veil. He’d have married you right then and there last summer, he was that enchanted by you. Your smile as you looked back at him felt almost like it was happening, like it was all real again but Luke knew it was a dream. That was all he had left of you anymore. You’d slipped through his fingers when summer came to an end. He didn’t want to believe you were gone but you had kissed him for the final time and Luke could still taste you on his lips. He ran his hands through his hair, his teeth tugged at his lip ring. You haunted him like a rain cloud that followed over his head.

You had said you were a hurricane, and he’d asked who could be scared of a little rain.

At the start of July, you’d sworn to yourself that you were done with love. Your now-ex had already announced their intention to have a wild raging summer before university started up in the autumn. You’d been devastated but then you realised that gave you an entire summer to meet new friends before you headed off to start your degree.

Yet here you were, Luke’s arm draped around your shoulders as he drove and smiling at how he bobbed his head to the music. Luke hadn’t been a conscious decision, you’d just fallen into this romantic thing you had. You knew it was never going to work out but that was part of the appeal. That’s what made it so easy to fall so hopelessly in love with his smile, his eyes, his laugh. He was somebody so different. But looking back, even if you knew how it was going to end, you’d have done it a thousand times over and never change a thing.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked you, his eyes hidden by the sunglasses you usually stole from him.

You shrugged, stretching your arm out of the window to feel the breeze against your skin. You were thinking about a thousand possibilities but none of them mattered because you were here with Luke.

“How impossible this whole thing is,” you said with a laugh. “I’m here with the Luke Hemmings and he’s driving my car. That’s a miracle in itself.”

Luke chuckled and pressed a quick kiss against your temple. “You’re funny, shortcake.”

You lapsed into silence until you nudged his leg. “You’re supposed to say what you’re thinking.”

He shook his head lightly but the smirk on his face said it was something you wanted to hear.

“I’m wondering how I got the prettiest girl on the beach that day,” he told you as he took the turning for your house. “And how the hell I’m going to keep her interested in me.”

You rolled your eyes at Luke, he was always sure you were going to disappear. But oh how right he was.

You heard his name on the radio again today. You wanted to turn it off and act like his name no longer made your heart skip a beat. You knew it was your own fault, you’d been the one to walk away but that didn’t change how you felt about him. Your friends kept asking about your mysterious summer romance but you’d laugh it off and change the topic because even thinking about him hurt these days.

The voicemails he sent built up until you had to listen to them just to delete how desperate he sounded. You’d always pour a large glass of something alcoholic and drink every time you wanted to cry at his pleading. The way he looked at you that night was all you saw as the tears streaked down your cheeks. Those baby blues that still haunted you at night. The memory of his husky laugh and his cold hand mapping out constellations on your back as you drifted off to sleep wouldn’t leave you alone. He was the wave that drowned you after numerous drinks and you’d start humming the song Luke had said belonged to you. So in the mornings you were still left picking shards of him out of your skin because you’d heard his voice.

Hey… it’s me again, I just wanted to know if you’re okay.

What happened to us? We were so good together.

I know you’re never going to pick up but just know I still love you.

Hearing him again always brought you to your knees. You’d always hate yourself even more afterwards. Yet you’d made your bed and you had to deal with the fact you would never be part of his life, not in the way he wanted you to be. You were a force of nature. Walking out of people’s lives before they hurt you, it was what you did. And Luke had been your biggest risk yet.

You had said you were a hurricane, and he’d asked who could be scared of a little rain.

The night you’d told him had been perfect. You’d walked down the beach and he’d given you a piggy back as he threatened to throw you into the shallows. You almost left without telling him. Almost. You took his face in your hands, reaching up on your tiptoe just so you could savour the moment before it all came crashing down.

“Luke, I move back home tomorrow, I have university—”

“We can make this work, I promise,” he said before you finished. “I know we can.”

You shook your head lightly and dropped your hands to his chest.

“I don’t belong in your world, Luke. You’re a successful guitarist and singer in a band I listen to, I’m a student who hasn’t achieved anything that remarkable.”

Luke’s eyes widened as he realised what was happening. “No – no – you’re perfect for me, okay? I don’t care if you’re not famous. You’re good for me.”

“Yeah, your fans won’t see it like that,” you sighed. “I’m not strong enough to get the hate or to have photographers sat outside of my door waiting for an exclusive.

“I’d protect you, I swear.”

You smiled at him. “I know. But we’re too different, Luke. This summer has been the best of my life but I guess all good things come to an end, right?”

“I don’t – I can’t watch you leave,” he stuttered. “You can’t change my life then walk away.”

He was so unlike his usual calm self. The panic across his face was so clear, it hurt you to see him like this and you knew you could stop it.

“I told you before this became whatever it is,” you said as you traced the print on his t-shirt. “I told you I run away because I know I’ll get hurt and how can I not? You’ll be halfway around the world for almost half a year, Luke. You won’t hurt me but the distance might, how are we both supposed to stay sane if we’re this wrapped up in each other?”

“You can’t leave me like this,” he protested sadly.

“I don’t want to,” you mumbled. “Believe me, I don’t.”

You pressed your lips softly to his before you stepped back. He moved to follow you but you shook your head.

“It’s better if you let me go, Luke,” you told him as your voice began to crack. “I’m sorry.”

Your friend had been hyped up about something on the lead up to your birthday. She’d got you to book time off and told you to pack a suitcase. You’d done what she’d told you, you weren’t really in the mood for arguing. But when she’d stood in front of the arena and you started to see their logo everywhere, you felt sick.

“Your favourite band!” she cheered. “I know how much you wanted to see them live and it’s the first show of the tour!”

You tried to force a smile as you realised you were in the sound check. You hoped there would be a sea of faces for you to hide in, you knew just seeing Luke would ruin you. All the time you’d spent trying to forget that summer would’ve been wasted. But part of you wanted to see him again, even if it was just to prove to yourself that you were right because so far, you hadn’t been. You’d just been miserable, you had hurt yourself more than Luke ever would have.

So you sat there, nervously waiting to see if he noticed you. You didn’t know which you wanted more. Your friend chatted away about how she’d had to stay awake to get you the tickets and how she’d had this planned since last summer. You wanted to laugh like it was one big joke the universe had decided to play on you.

They walked onto the stage with a roar of applause and screams, you felt your heart begin to race when you saw him under the lights. He still looked the same and that made it harder. The flashes of the last moments on the beach made you feel even sicker than before.

“Are you okay?” she asked you quietly once she’d seen your expression.

“Just the shock of seeing them in person,” you muttered back.

She grinned at you and looked back at them. Luke’s eyes scanned the crowd and they fell upon your face quite clearly. He looked like he’d seen a ghost. He leant over to Calum and muttered something, pointing in your general direction. Had he told them about the girl who had broken his heart over a summer? You tried to tell yourself you were okay, you’d chosen to finish it all so you had no reason to feel like this towards Luke. The questions blurred into one another, you tried to listen but all you could think about was walking outside and being able to breathe again.

“What did you guys do this summer?” one fan asked.

Summer. You watched the colour drain from Luke’s face and prayed he wouldn’t announce to the world that what he did that summer was sat right in the audience. You almost laughed at your own thoughts but it was true, you didn’t want everybody to stare at you like you were insane for walking away from Luke because you already knew you were.

You stared at Luke, waiting for his answer. That was the only one that mattered.

“I spent my summer with this amazing girl that kept telling me she was a hurricane. I thought she was being all deep and shit but she was. She turned my life upside down and then left without a trace. I miss her.”

The shouts of comfort began to hurt your head, making it feel like it was swimming in a world where you were the villain. You muttered something about needing to head to the toilets and got up before your friend could ask what was wrong. You walked out of the back of the crowd, not turning back to see if she was chasing you.

Luke stood up, realising that his final chance to speak to you again was slipping out of his fingers.

“Not this time,” he mumbled to himself.

He told the others to cover as he sprinted off stage, hoping that you’d just want to go outside for air. He’d dreamt of this moment, finally seeing you again and forgetting about the hurt. He started running down the corridors, by security guards who threw him dodgy looks but let him go anyway when he told them it was okay. He pushed open the main doors and immediately saw you sat on the wall, your legs dangling over as you told your mum about how bad today was going. She’d been the only one who had known about Luke after she’d found you crying while listening to his voicemails. She was cooing you when you felt somebody sit by you. You glanced over and saw Luke staring out over the city while he waited for you to finish.

“Mum – I’ll call you back,” you said slowly. “Luke is actually sat next to me right now.”

“Are you okay?” she asked.

You looked at him again and sighed. “Yeah, I think this has to happen. I’ll call you later after the show.”

You ended the call and looked back out across the skyline.

“You haven’t answered any of my calls,” Luke said.

“I thought it’d be easier that way,” you admitted.

“It wasn’t,” he told you. “I didn’t know what I’d done to make you leave after that summer we had.”

Your fingers tangled themselves together as you tried to find a way to say you’d been wrong. Luke pointed to a tall building in the fading light.

“That’s our hotel,” he said mindlessly. “Cal has already broken the curtains and Mikey has ordered way too much food. It’s a mess and it’s only our first show. Imagine how the rest is going to go if this is how it started—”


He looked at you like it was the first time he’d ever heard his name uttered from your lips. His eyes were exactly how you had remembered them.

“I fucked up when I left you,” you confessed. “I placed too much value in not getting hurt but really all I did was wreck myself more than you ever could have done. I’m sorry.”

“That’s what love is, isn’t it? It’s getting hurt but there are good things too,” he said quietly. “But what about the rest of it? The fans, the tours, everything.”

“I guess I needed a reason to feel less crazy for leaving. I really did love you.”

“You did?” he asked.

You nodded but dropped your eyes to the floor. He moved closer when he noticed you shivering from the cooler breeze.

“What about now? Do you still love me?”

His breath was soft against your ear. It made you feel warm again but you couldn’t help but wonder if he was asking because he’d managed to forget you. He’d said he missed you, that wasn’t the same as being in love with you still.

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Yeah, I do.”

A smile spread across his face as his arm wrapped around your waist. He looked relieved like he’d been waiting to hear it for a long time. You frowned at him but he shook his head.

“You warned me it’d be hard,” he said with a light shrug. “But I know you’ll be worth it. Just promise me you won’t disappear again?”

You nodded slowly. “I promise.”

“Then I guess I can kiss you and play a show without feeling like shit.”

You laughed and rested your head against his shoulder until he lifted your chin up so he could kiss you. You felt like you had on the beach, breathless and amazed that you were here with Luke Hemmings again.

“Uh – Luke, we – urm – have to do the sound check,” Michael said as he tried not to sound embarrassed.

Luke looked at you and sighed. “If I go do this sound check, will you still be here?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing this would be his new thing.


“Maybe this hurricane found a home,” he said with a smile.

“I hope so,” you replied as he helped you back over the wall and led you inside.

@irrelevantpiratelaughter, your professor is wrong and I’m your new one. I love you. And your work.