i had half an hour to spare


5.10.17 / ap hell is finaaaally over… i forgot how to breathe!!!! now, I’ve gotta catch up on the 4 projects I’ve been pushing off because of ap testing. these four projects are all due in less than a week. I’m tryna chill but life is testing me!

also that ap macroeconomics exam today kicked my ass. the dude sitting next to me in the testing room started to stack the gajillion pencils he brought because he had ~20 minutes left to spare on the FRQ portion. We played jenga with the pencils for the remaining half an hour until the proctor called time. 

Revised edition

Quick report on Kubo and Yamamoto’s attendance to Concomics Guadalajara. I was in line for 9 hours plus two more for their short Q&A and am objectively dying, sorry for typos 

ETA: When I wrote this it didn’t occur to me that it would get hundreds of reblogs before I ever got to fix it, now my half-deceased incompetent typing will live on forever *sobs*

  • I arrived at 6:30 am and there were already people in line jeeesus (lots were coming to see a youtuber though)
  • Gonna spare you the deets on the awful people in my surroundings thank @yuurinikiforov cos I screamed at her for hours

ETA: I just realized this sounds like it was Ally making me scream but in fact i tumblr-screamed at her to prevent from unleashing my frustrations on the gross fujos that surrounded me. Thank Ally because she got to read all that nervous-wreck garbage and y’all get to be spared

  • I had a two-day ticket so I was allowed in half an hour earlier and if not for that, I probably would’ve missed on the autograph line. They had space for 50 people (plus 200ish that had bought the express pass which was super expensive). I was #45. It took less than three minutes since getting inside for all 50 spots to be taken

(this was the line after three minutes. I was too lazy to take pics of it later, but it got to be around 5 times this at some point.)

ETA: According to Con staff, since the lines were very well organized, they actually got to sign quite a bit more people than the originally allotted 50. The Queens are so kind. 

  • No photos, video or sound recording of The Queens allowed, except for this one taken by Con staff. They were giving away those postcards for the filthy casuals people who didn’t bring any official merch for the sign

i’m mostly kidding about the filthy casual thing bc I hate fandom elitism but there were a lot of people bringing FANART PRINTS and I wanted to gut them

  • Kubo would quick sketch a character of your choice. I chose Victor bc I love how she draws his huge heart mouth
  • I was able to tell Sayokan how grateful I am from the bottom of my heart and that I’m looking forward to the movie and she said thank you and that they’re workinng hard. I died. ETA: I wanted to say so much more but I was so nervous my Japanese came out really garbled and we didn’t have much time. And I didn’t get to say anything to Kubo because I didn’t want to distract her from drawing ;—;
  • Sayokan has a beautiful smile and I love her

ETA: She also had an aura like Meryl Streep in Devil Wears Prada, twenty years younger: A STRONG woman who takes no prisoners and is fabulous af. I love her with all my soul.

After the autographs, The Queens had a short stage appearance

  • There was a cosplay contest and the winners would get to sit in the front row for The Queens’ presentation. I didn’t take any pics but the standout for me apart from a flood of gorgeous girls doing Eros Yuuri, was a pair of girls doing Lilia and Yakov. The announcer clearly didn’t watch the show and botched Lilia’s last name, but the cosplayer had the attitude 100% on point.
  • Something I hate is people who say Yurio stressing the u, it sounds so wrong and a lot of people today were doing it and driving me mad
  • The stage was packed af
  • Kubo drew quick sketch of Victor while she and Sayo answered a couple of questions. They will post the video later today

ETA: Here’s the video

  • Audience Questions logistics wasn’t very well prepared and even Kubo asked how it was gonna work. I was embarrassed for the lack of planning. In the end those that were lucky to be close to the stage got to ask the questions. Lia was praying for no stupid questions pls.

Q&A (translation partially mine partially from the interpreter)

1. What were your expectations about Mexico and have those expectations changed now

Kubo: I haven’t gone sightseeing yet but it’s my first time in Mexico and I didn’t expect so many people. [The people/audience] feels four or five times warmer than japan (make of that what you may, Japanese people say that about us a lot) Sayokan didn’t answer

2. Dumb question that has already been answerred in interviews about whether Yurio was planned to win from the start. As we know, yes, pretty sure both of them have said it before.

Sayokan added that his character development wasn’t completely planned though, and he evolved a lot during writing.

3. Which word do you think of when you thibk of Yuuri and Victor 

Sayokan: Love (愛) 

Kubo: She didn’t talk to the mic and people were still screaming about 愛  so Ididn’t hear what she said but the interpreter said she said Friendship. My queens get your story sraight pls

HUGELY IMPORTANT ETA: Other people that were there have confirmed that Kubo gave a long answer that included 断ち切れない絆 “an unbreakable bond” and didn’t say anything about friendship. There was a telephone game going on because there was a JP-ENG interpreter and then an ENG-SPA interpreter and I don’t know how or why the latter got “friendship” but please take this into account, I don’t want people to hate on Kubo because I wasn’t close enough to hear her answer and the Spanish interpreter botched it.

Not important ETA: A girl close to me was yelling “Victuri” like she hoped they’d answer that and I was facepalming hard

Kubo also asked (in Japanese) if anyone understood Japanese, it wasn’t translated and a good dozen of hands shot up. She was surprised. Some folks screamed abd she said 落ち着け. One or two continued screaming so obviously they didn’t understand Japanese lol

4. Stupid question about whether they plan to develop Otabek and Yurio’s relationship. 

Sayokan said they hadn’t fully decided on how everything’s gonna end in the movie so can’t say yet but look forward to the bonus on V6 (the interpreter said V3 and I wanted to gut him). Hoes I like Otayuri but stop trying to shove it on The queens’ faces pls

5. Do you have plans for a special chapter about the Lady skaters? 

Sayokan said it’s definitely something they’d love to do but right now their focus is on the boys abnd finishing their story. Best answer for me tbh besides Sayokan’s 愛 cos I wanna see Mila skate soooo bad.

ETA: Forgot to mention this but a lot of people were chanting “Boda! Boda!” (wedding). Kubo asked what it was that people were chanting and the interpreter told them. Someoene else is reporting that Sayokan chuckled. There were two tall dudes in front of me so my vision was very obstructed and can’t confirm, but neither said anything out loud in response to it

  • Sayokan threw some gifts at the audience but My Queen is no pitcher and I was too far back so didn’t get anything *sobs*. Some were prints or maybe postcards but no idea of what exactly.

And that’s it! Theyll be signing more autographs and have another stage appearancw tomorrow but I can’t stay so someone else will have to report it whilst I die.

TL;DR I love them and my calebdar looks even more beautiful and I never thought that was possible and I’ll cry about this day for the rest of my life.

PS I’ll fix those typos when I’m not utterly destroyed
PPs: I have no shame so I wanna plug my cute Victuri Tangled AU it’s really cute and it doesnt have typos promise, please read it  http://archiveofourown.org/works/10529547/chapters/23245557

First Love // Lee Donghyuck


the prompt: can I request a donghyuck fluff scenario, can it be set like in high-school and you’re a year older so often come over to help mark study at the dorms which is when he sees you!! and he’s really nervous around you & the older boys notice except mark

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category: fluff

author note: if haechan doesn’t get off my bias list i am going to slap someone the boy has been looking too good lately. i feel like i suddenly realized i love my best friend since childhood. anyway i thought this was cute so enjoy!

- destinee

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I am tired of seeing medical professionals, predominantly nurses, vilified for proper prioritization/time management.
(I also see you, doctor friends of mine! But I am not one so I cannot make a lengthy post about it)

In a shift at the hospital, and in the mind of a nurse, tasks are separated into categories:

Emergent- codes, rapid responses, critical lab values/vitals, change in patient condition that requires immediate intervention, falls, chest pain, shortness of air

Urgent- time sensitive medication (lots fall into this category,) acute wound care, abnormal labs that require time-sensitive intervention, abnormal vitals, suction/chest tube/trach care, pain management

Important- general patient care like bathing, changing, other hygiene, ambulation, phone calls, routine consults, routine labs

These are by no means exhaustive lists, but it gives you an idea of what the nurses/medical team are having to sift through with every single patient of theirs.

Believe me, almost EVERY nurse I know (and I know a lot of us) would get every last thing on these lists done with complete proficiency at exactly the right time every shift…if we could.

But we can’t.

And I get it…I am a BIG proponent of recognizing that hospitalized individuals have heightened emotions secondary to the uncertainty and vulnerability that comes with a hospitalization. This is why I do my absolute best to treat with tenderness as I interact with every patient and cater my care to their needs. And I won’t disclose to my patient WHY I arrive to bathe them an hour and a half later than I had originally said…it is not their fault, or their problem, nor is disclosure appropriate.
But unless they hear “Code Blue” announced overhead, I often get met with anger. They assume I could not have been doing anything emergent, though many emergent things that we do are not announced on the intercom.

And, sorry to be harsh, but your bath fell to the bottom of my list when another nurse called out for help as her patient began to decline, or fell out of bed, or lost their IV access…

(Please, spare me your stories as you try to tell me not every nurse is well-intentioned…“but but but I had an ACTUALLY bad nurse that…”
Sure. Sure you did. And if he or she were actually “bad,” then they ARE NOT the subject of this post. And if they are genuinely neglectful/abusive, they will hopefully/likely lose licensure.)

I am talking about the honest, diligent nurses…
I am talking about the new nurse, who is learning prioritization and time management, but tasks take a little longer…
I am talking about the nurse who would multiply him/herself if they could and be in every room at once…

So, next time you are hospitalized, allow us to be human, and do YOUR best to realize that we are doing OUR best. We know you are sick. We know you are hurting. We want to help; we are doing our best.

(And for the love of all that is holy, don’t get mad if we take a lunch break)


This is the story of two wizards who get high AF and then make out.

Ok, ok, the backstory behind this scene is this: Snape made the youth potion for Dumbledore for the first time, and young Albus of course dragged him to Hogsmeade where they spent the day doing whatever young adult wizards do in their spare time. When they get back to Hogwarts rain catches up on them (because Hollywood) and this happens.

I had too little time to draw the whole thing. Also drawing comics makes me nervous. I wish I could spend 5 hours and a half in each panel. I CAN SEE ALL THE MISTAKES *shivers*

Seven Days

Summary: This is for @saxxxology ‘s June Writing Challenge. Sam and the reader get involved in a dirty talk competition. So much smut ensues.

Warning: smut, orgasm delay, use of ice, SO MUCH DIRTY TALK

Word Count: 7200 (Not sorry at all)

A/N: This one got away from me. I hope that’s a good thing. @oriona75 @withoutaplease @blushingsamgirl @spectaculacular-sammy @thinkwritexpress @aprofoundbondwithdean

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Melodramatic, But It Turns Me On

summary: teenage!phan are at a sleepover and begin to have a bit of fun with the sex dices they’d found earlier that evening. 

warnings: smut (kinda)

words: 5.3k


I was gonna write more of illaks but apparently a weird 1am idea took priority and now . idk what this is laugHs oops

Im so tired I cant even think straight im sorry if the majority of this makes 0 sense I need 2 have a nap

This is probably the closest yall will ever get to me attempting smut lol appreciate it while u can x x

(if u don’t know what a ‘sex dice’ is click here)


Phil’s always felt weirdly privileged to share Dan’s bed whenever he sleeps over.

It’s not like it’s anything he’s a stranger to – quite the opposite really, but out of everyone, Phil’s the only one Dan will actually let in his bed on account of the fact he can actually have a decent night’s sleep without Phil taking all the duvet or accidentally rolling over and pushing him off the bed. That’s Kyle’s trick – explaining why he’s down there whilst his marginally less irritating best friend is up here under his duvet, sharing his mattress. It’s nice sleeping with the knowledge he won’t wake up either freezing cold or on the floor.

Phil’s used to them being the last ones awake – having been friends with a bunch of total fucking lightweights for the best part of three years, it’s become the norm for the rest of them to be down there, asleep. They’re wrapped up in empty sleeping bags and spare duvets whilst the only two who can actually handle their drink are lying side-by-side, a cut above the sea of empty bottles and shot glasses littering Dan’s floor. They’d passed out about half an hour ago, leaving the two slightly tipsy teenagers still giggling over what had been a contribution to the night’s entertainment along with the heated games of ‘never have I ever’ and one too many Malibu shots.

“Does this not feel weird to you?” Dan’s eyebrow quirks in Phil’s direction as he holds the two small wooden cubes in his hand. “I feel-… it feels- I don’t know- gross, kind-of,” he huffs out a chuckle.

“Why would-…” he squints in the darkness, “-… lick-… elbow-… feel weird to me?” he replies, a threat of sarcasm in his tone.

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Disposable pt 10

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

“It isn’t broken, just… apart.” Yoongi muttered, looking at the floor. The two of you had slept on the broken bed the previous night, it was the frame that had come apart, the bed still functioned relatively well.

Yoongi had taken it upon himself to build a wall of pillows between the two of you, but when you woke up that morning you found his nose nuzzled into your neck and his arm draped over you. You bit back a smile and carefully removed yourself from his grasp, dressing and making your way downstairs before he even woke up. You knew it meant nothing, that it was just a quirky sleeping habit of his that had nothing to do with you, but the warmth of him sleeping next to you was so nice.

You had hoped some coffee would wake you up enough to remind you that you couldn’t afford to get any more attached to Yoongi than you already were, but it didn’t help as much as you wanted.

You should be mad at him– you had every right to be– but all you could think was how hilarious his horrified face was when he realized what he had done the previous night. It was out of character for him to act so childish, and the fact that Hoseok and Jungkook had heard what happened seemed to have reminded him of that.

Namjoon gave you a look over his coffee mug that said “I’m not going to bring it up if you don’t” when you found him in the sun room, and you were grateful that at least you were spared that conversation.

Yoongi had joined the two of you about a half hour later, muttering a quick “sorry” before telling you that the bed wasn’t actually as broken as you thought.

An embarrassed Yoongi was something you were fairly sure you had never seen, and you almost felt bad for him– but not quite.

“So can you fix it?” You asked him. He had his arm around your shoulders, and you rested your head against him. 

“I think so, with the right tools…” He answered, running his hand absently down your arm. Looking like a couple was getting easier with each passing minute; you knew you needed to distance yourself, and fast. There was a part of you that kept wondering what it would be like to actually be in love with him, and worse, how nice it would be if he was in love with you. 

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I need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable

Request: do you think you could do 51 with peter from the newest list??

51 from the prompt list plss?thank you sm!!💓💓

Summary: You and Peter are sat in the cafeteria at school studying for a test and he catches your eye making it difficult to concentrate.

****A/N: I haven’t posted anything in a while. Things are happening at home. So I know this is short but it’s all I’ve got right now.****

I need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable and I’m trying to concentrate 

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You read over the contents of the pages in front of you and wrote down information over and over again to ensure that you’ll be able to recall it when the test comes. You had been doing this for the past half hour with Peter sitting ahead of you, studying with his own method. You both had free period before the test and you had agreed to not waste any spare time by not getting in some last minute studying. 

The cafeteria was abnormally quiet and empty allowing you to hear your own pencil on paper, and the crisp rustling of Peters notes. He was mumbling the written words as he read over them without his knowledge of it. When you first discovered that he did this when concentrated on his work, you thought it was strange and slightly annoying, but since then it’s grown on you, now you hardly ever notice it. 

A thick silence blanketed the room as Peters mumbling had evaded. He suddenly gasped and let out a not so subtle sneeze, startling both you and both. His head bobbed down and back up with his outburst, and his chocolaty eyes grew. You couldn’t help but smile and let out a soft laugh at his abrupt disorientation. Your smile was deadly contagious and it found it’s way onto Peters lips, infecting his features. 

“Bless you,” you excused him, and he gave you a nod and thanks in return.

He buried his nose back in to his work and soon enough his mumbling followed. Instead of copying his actions and going back to your notes, your irises remained on him. You watched as the corner of his eyes would crinkle depending on his interest and concentration. The slight crows feet that frame his eyes carry traces of laughter and deep grins that are burned deep into your memory. His eyebrows creased slightly with puzzlement but soon relaxed to their normal position. 

He brought his right hand up and softly pinched his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them over it. You felt warm and happy taking him in and his actions and quirks that may go unnoticed to most people, were the whole world to you.

I need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable, and I’m trying to concentrate,” you let slip, crossing your arms over your chest.

Peter tore his eyes off the many pages on the table and gave you a confused stare, “Wha-what do you mean?” he wondered innocently, “Did I do something wrong?” 

You smiled at him, “No, you’re just being you,”

He shook his head and sighed, “You’re weird,” 

“You choose to put up with me,”

“It’s well worth it, love.”

Auston Matthews - Part 32

81440 words, 159 pages and countless followers later, this is my last post for my first story and I could not be more grateful. 

“Oh, come one! One more dance,” I beg Auston, pulling on his hand in a failed attempt to get him to stand. “Please,” I pout, giving him the full effect of my too big of eyes and pouty lip.

               “You’re a pain in the ass,” Auston grumbles at me before getting to is feet much to my delight.

               “If my parents weren’t here and watching us like a couple hawks, I could give you a really good dance,” I whisper to him and he makes a face at me.

               “Why you gotta do that? We are in the middle of a reception where I can do nothing to you,” Auston complains, letting my drag him back out onto the dance floor.

               “Well,” I start, putting my arms around his neck as a slow song picks up. “My parents are staying here in the hotel tonight… I told them that I would just stay at the house and go home early in the morning…” I cock my head to the side and give him a grin.

               “Are you saying that your childhood home is going to be vacant for an entire night?” Auston asks me, raising his eyebrows at me.

               “I am saying that,” I nod, licking my lips as he puts his hands on my waist.

               “So I get to take this dress off you a second time?”

               I laugh. “Technically you just unzipped it the first time,” I correct him and he rolls his eyes. “But yes, you can take this dress off for me. But I have something else in mind that I will need to put on,” I give him a smug look and his goes still.

               “What do you mean?” He asks and I can see the excitement in his eyes.

               “I guess you’ll just have to be a good boy for another…” I look at my pretend watch on my wrist. “Thirty-two minutes.”

               Auston sighs dramatically and starts swaying me to the soft music again.

               “I hate you sometimes,” he mumbles and I giggle.

               “Hmmm, I don’t think you do,” I say softly, leaning my forehead against him.

               Auston breathes in deeply and his brown eyes meet mine, glowing with affection that makes my heart ram against my ribs.

               “I think you’re right,” he whispers and goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

               “I love you,” I say, kissing his lips softly.

               “I love you,” he whispers back, moving his lips to my forehead as I rest my head against his chest, even as the song comes to an end and a more upbeat song pulses through the speakers.

               “Mind if I cut in?” My mother’s voice says behind me and I lift my head off of Auston to smile at her.

               “Be my guest,” I tell her, moving out of Auston’s arms as my mother takes his out stretched hand.

               I smile to myself as I back away from them and back into the maze of tables surrounding the dance floor. Watching them twirl around the dance floor and Auston’s cheek turn pink at something my mother says to him.

               “There you are!” A loud voice says making me jump. I look over to see Melissa barreling towards me, white dress billowing out behind her looking like a goddess.

               “Here I am!” I exclaim, taking her hands in my own as she reaches me.

               “Oh, Y/N, tonight has been so perfect,” Melissa says, her eyes aglow and her cheeks a pretty pink with excitement.

               “I know! Everything is so beautiful and everyone is having so much fun! And…” I raise her hand up so the lights above catch the ring on her finger. “I’m so incredibly proud of you.” I say and tears well behind her eyes.

               “You’re going to make me cry again!” She wails and I pull her into my arms, tears in my own eyes. “I’m just happy we both found someone, me a wife and you… that glorious boy wooing your mother right now.”

               I giggle and pull away from her to look over my shoulder to see Auston pull my mother up from a low dip, her face is cherry red and she’s giggling like mad.

               “I think she’s had a little too much to drink tonight,” I laugh and Melissa nods.

               “I think so too, but hey, at least she’s having fun and it hasn’t turned into Aunt Cassie’s birthday party yet,” Melissa smirks at me.

               “True, all the poles seem untouched,” I say.

               “There you two are!” Another voice says and I look over to see Emily, Melissa’s brand new wife sauntering over. “Keeping my wife from me I see,” she winks at me and pecks Melissa on the mouth.

               “My bad, she’s all yours Emily,” I grin, squeezing Melissa’s hand once more before releasing it.

               “Nonsense! I came over here to dance with my two favorite girls,” Emily exclaims, taking both Melissa and me by the arm and dragging us out onto the dance floor. I laugh as they dance around me, both a little uncoordinated due to the amount of wine both of them have had. Auston joins me once again after a few more songs of dancing with my mother before passing her off to my father. His hands slip to my hips, my back against his front and I wiggle against him making his hands tighten around my waist.

               “Y/N, don’t you dare,” he whispers in my ear and I bite my lip.

               “What am I doing?” I ask him and he scowls, tapping my nose with his finger.

               “You know exactly,” he says and then he smirks at me. “If I had known that sleeping with you would unleash this kind of attitude, I would have been more persistent a few weeks ago,” he whispers. I swat at him and push against his chest.

               “It’s just because your friends aren’t here for me to babysit, mama needs to let loose sometimes,” I grin at him and he laughs.

               “I can loosen you up whenever you want,” he says and then is interrupted by a commotion by the door and I know it’s time for the newlyweds to depart, which means Auston and I get to do that same shortly after.

               “Come on,” I say, taking his hand and tugging him to my rightful place as maid of honor and secure Auston at my side.

               We wave and throw the rice, kissing my favorite cousin and new second favorite cousin on the cheek as they make their way down the steps to their waiting chariot, or in this case their waiting Mercedes. We wind through the crowd and finally spot my parents who are already heading back inside to continue the party.

               “Mom! Dad!” I call after them, Auston and I hurrying up the stairs to them. “We’re going to take off, gotta leave early to get Auston to practice in the morning,” I huff at them, out of breath from the six stairs I had to climb to get to them.

               “Oh so soon?” My mom pouts and engulfs me in her arms. More tears well in my eyes, which has become a norm every time I talk to her on the phone or anytime that I caught a glimpse of her on the dancefloor.

               “Unfortunately,” I say, rubbing her back gently.

               She puts her hands on my shoulders and takes a step back, her hands going to my cheeks.

               “You really look so beautiful,” she whispers and I blush.

               “I look like you, mama, of course I look pretty,” I smile and she winks at me.

               “And you’re just as humble as your mama,” she kisses my forehead and hands me off to my dad, taking Auston into an embrace as well. I can see her whispering something to him but before I can make it out my view is cut off by my dad roping me in a hug.

               “Miss you, baby girl,” he whispers and I close my eyes, burying my face into his neck.

               “I miss you more,” I whisper back and raise my head, giving him an up and down look. “Forgot to tell you that you clean up good, dad.”

               He chuckles and pats my hair much to my dismay. “What can I say, you watch hockey players get to the rink every day, you learn,” he winks at me and I giggle.

               “Take care of yourself, kid,” he says gruffly and I throw my arms around him once more before taking Auston’s hand and leaning into his shoulder. My father and Auston shake hands, my dad gazing at him fondly but sternly.

               “And you take care of her as well,” my dad says and I roll my eyes.

               “Of course, sir,” Auston stammers, nodding at my father. I find it hilarious that Auston is intimidated by him.

               “Come on,” My mom says, rolling her eyes at me as she takes my father’s hand and drags him back into the hotel.

               Auston and I make our way to his car, complete with two overnight bags in the backseat. The second I’m buckled in, Auston roars out of the parking lot. I grab at my seat and give him an amused look.

               “Eager to go?” I ask sweetly and he throws a filthy look my way.

               “If you think for one second that your words left my mind once the last hour you are dead wrong,” he snaps at me.

               “Well that’s saying something given you were dancing with my mother half of that time,” I muse, fighting a smile.

               Auston just shakes his head and rockets towards my parents’ house. He had been there earlier to get ready, but I hadn’t allowed him to go into my bedroom. Instead, making him change in the spare room. Now it seemed I wouldn’t get a say in if could go in or not.

               Once we pull in the driveway, Auston grabs both of our bags from the backseat as I pull my dress up to step through the damp yard, all the snow recently melting. It feels odd walking in the garage door and not having two fur balls running like mad men towards me, instead they were home in Toronto, being babysat by Uncle Mitch and Uncle Morgan. I cringe just thinking about what my living room must look like right now.

               Auston wastes no time and goes straight up the stairs, though he hesitates by my bedroom door, allowing me to open the door for him and enter first. His eyes ravel around the room, most of my childhood things were still here, having bought mostly new bedroom furniture for my house in Toronto. I let him look in silence, though I do stand in front of the closet so he doesn’t go in there.

               “Good enough?” I ask him and he glances at me.

               “Lot different than Toronto,” he says and I laugh.

               “I was a tween at one time, and if I remember correctly, last time I was in Arizona a certain someone still had NHL sheets on his bed…” I smirk at him and he laughs.

               “Hey, it got me here didn’t it?” He asks, taking off his suit jacket and laying it across the chair to my vanity. I stare at it, it looks so odd. “So… what were you going to show me?” He asks quietly, not meeting my gaze and I laugh again.

               “Eager much?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow at him and he gives me a pathetic look.

               I walk over to him and he eyes me warily, standing up a bit straighter.

               “I wanted to thank you,” I start and he tilts his head to the side, confused. I take a deep breath and continue on. “That first week, I was a complete and utter mess, the only person not telling me how smart and brilliant I was, was you. You kept my head on my shoulders and didn’t try to put me up on a pedestal. Every time I cried, you were there, whether it was through texting or tapping on my wall…” I trail off, tears overflowing from my eyes as Auston stares at me.

               “When I came home after that week, my mom said that she thought there was something different about me. A new ‘air’ is what she said actually. She knew before I did, she knew I loved you…” I wipe at my face with the back of my hand. “And when they dropped me off at my house in Toronto, she told me that I was home, where I’m supposed to be, but she never said Toronto.”

               I finally bring myself to look at Auston and his face is slack, staring at me in awe.

               “She was referring to you,” I whisper, twisting my wrist and listen to the charms clink again each other.

               The silence in the room is deafening, we stare at each other, his eyes are red and I realize there are tears there, though none fall. After what seems like an eternity, Auston reaches out to me and I gladly step into him arms nuzzling into his neck.

               “You know I’m not the best with words,” Auston whispers into my hair, his voice crackling slightly.

               “I know. Sometimes actions are better than words,” I whisper back, squeezing him tightly as does he.

               “I love you,” he says.

               I pull back to look at him again. “Show me,” I whisper.

               Auston blinks at me and smiles slightly, leaning down and kissing my so sweetly that the silk of my dress is a mirror of my insides. His hand slowly goes to the zipper, he doesn’t have to ask where it is, and just like before, he takes his time pulling it low to my waist. Taking his hand, I let it fall to the floor and step out of it. Auston drinks me in before wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me, laying me on my bed.

We take our time, this is slowest and sweetest moment we have shared together, our bodies moving as one. And when we are done, we lay together fingers entwined and our breathing and heart rates settling down back into a regular rhythm. Auston drifts off to sleep and I let him for a short while, but my surprise is still sitting in my closet.

“Auston,” I whisper, gently running a hand down his back. “Wake up,” I say a little louder when he doesn’t wake and he jerks up.

“What? What?” He asks and I erupt into giggles and he scowls at me.

“What did you wake me up for?”

“You forgot about the surprise I had for you,” I say, slipping off the bed and making my way to my closet. His face instantly brightens up.

“Your coach made me think of it,” I tell him and he frowns.

“Babs made you think about something for the bedroom…” Auston asks slowly and I laugh.

“Just something he said, Auston,” I roll my eyes at him. “You have to close your eyes until I come out.” I demand, pointing my finger him. “Close them!”

Auston sighs and obliges, closing his eyes and raising his eyebrows high on his forehead.

“Good boy,” I say and slip into the closet, slipping off Auston’s shirt and putting on another thing that he once wore.

“Eyes still closed?” I call and he answers quickly.

“Yes ma’am.”

I peek quickly to just make sure and then step back into the room, walking to the front of the bed where he’s sitting and take a deep breath.

“Okay,” I say and his eyes open, focusing in on me and taking in the item of clothing I had chosen. A slow smile forms across his face.

“I thought you would never,” he quirks and eyebrow at me and I shrug.

“Well, when you happen to fall for a certain boy on a certain team with a few certain teammates, you learn to love… or dislike less,” I grin at him.

“And the name and number?” Auston asks, a smirk replacing the smile.

“I raided your closet, didn’t expect to find a number sixte-“ I’m cut off by Auston pouncing off the bed and silencing my words with a kiss.

“Better get used to that last name on your shoulders,” he whispers against my lips and I smile.

“I already am.”

Holiday (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

I wrote something woohoo


Request; none my own idea 

Other characters featured; most the avengers 


Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; language 

Summary; the avengers take a vacation to the beach, only bucky gets insecure about showing off his arm at the beach, and so comes up with an alternative. 

Word count; 1642

Originally posted by sebastianobrien

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March 8, 1917 - 100,000 Workers on Strike in Petrograd, Citizens Join Munitions Makers to Demand Food and Better Pay

Pictured - The Red Wheel starts to turn.

Strikes that began at the Putilov munitions works in Petrograd on March had multiplied enormously within a week. On March 8, up to 100,000 demonstrates were in the city, marching and waving flags as they demanded more food, better pay, and effective government. The Tsar had boarded a train out of the city the day before, bound for army headquarters at Mogilev. He wrote to his wife that he was bored and missing his half-hour game of patience every evening, adding that “I shall take up dominoes again my spare time.” In his diary he wrote that “In all my spare time I am reading a French book on Julius Caesar’s conquest of Gaul.” The Tsar had become isolated from the changes happening in his kingdom. 

Rough Day

A/N: This is part of the 100 AUs list! Rules and AUs here!

Summary: 89. Soulmate AU where you have a timer on your wrist counting down to when you meet your soulmate.

Words: 1,294

Sam x Reader

Warnings: Language

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Your name: submit What is this?

Two hours.

That’s what your wrist said.

You were now in the process of seriously freaking out.

This day, your soulmate day, was not supposed to happen like this.

You were supposed to spend the morning getting ready, so that you could look your best for the first moment you met the person you were going to spend the rest of your life with, but of course that wasn’t going to happen. Nothing that you’d planned ever turned out right, so here you were, stuck in highway traffic after driving through the night, and your timer was at an hour and fifty five minutes.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! I happened upon your blog last night and I looovvvee your work! You have an amazing talent - please continue this! I was wondering if you could write a piece about Sirius befriending a shy girl as Padfoot and then falling in love with her when you have the time. Super fluffy!!!

This is a bit rushed but oh well, hope you like it!


Sirius took a drag of his cigarette, his eyes fluttering closed with relief as the smoke billowed from his lips and out of the dormitory window he’d cracked open. He was filled with a tangle of turbulent emotions and the bitter taste was the only thing numbing the pain.

Merlin’s beard, he was a child.

His brother was a kid- barely fifteen, and he was already getting involved with known death eaters. Sirius had been trying to warn him, reason with him, but Reg had just shrugged him off, and soon the partaking of words had turned into the spitting of insults. Sirius had never meant for it to end like this, and his hand shook with barely concealed anger and hurt as he took another drag. If Reg refused to listen to him then fine, he could screw up his own life.

“For God’s sake, Sirius.” He hadn’t even heard Remus enter the room, but he could hear the irritation in the quieter boys voice. “I told you not to smoke in here. It stinks the place out.”

Sirius didn’t even bother to turn around; he gazed distantly at the afternoon sky, feeling emotionless and detached.

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I Trained Crows To Bring Me Quarters

By reddit user LeoDuhVinci

In college, I struggled to make ends meet.  Most of my meals consisted nearly entirely of ramen noodles, garnished with a scrambled egg if my finances were stronger than usual, combined with the weekly splurge of a candy bar and soda each Friday.  I worked a part time job, but city rent was expensive, my classes were too tough to work more than twenty hours a week, and my parents had cut me off the year before.

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Requested by Anon - A Chris Evans imagine! Doesn’t matter what it’s about, as long as it’s full of fluff!

Word Count – 998

Characters – Chris x Reader

You were standing outside the door to your best friends apartment. You had knocked two times already and you were getting fed up. She was meant to be ready for the road trip you were going to take together but as usual she was late.
You turned and placed your back against the wall beside the door. You leant your head back and closed your eyes. You opened them again as the door on the other side opened up and your opened your eyes to see a tall man standing topless. You raised an eyebrow at his form and chuckled, trust her to live across from a wierdo. You leant closed your eyes and knocked against Y/F/N door again, this cause the man to turn around and see you sitting form.
‘Hi.’ He said and you opened your eyes leaning up from the wall.
‘Hi.’ You replied.
‘You know it’s warmer inside.’ He said with a smirk.
‘Really? I prefer it outside on the cold hard ground. You said rolling your eyes. He raised his eyebrow.
‘Yeah, it’s amazing, I don’t know how people sit on the couch.’ You said leaning back again. You felt movement beside you and you saw he has positioned himself across you.
‘Chris.’ He said stretching his arm out for you to shake it.
‘Y/N.’ You told him and it went silent. You looked at your phone for the time and sighed.
‘What’s up?’ Chris asked.
‘My friend, was meant to be ready and out here for 10:30 but I’ve been here half an hour and she’s not responding.’ You told him.
‘Do you not have a spare key?’ He asked. You shook your head.
‘No, she took it away from me.’ You said laughing slightly at the memory. Chris raised his eyebrow again.
‘I let myself in one night after I had been out drunk. Needless to say I will never get the image of her and that man out of my head.’ You said Chris started laughing showing his perfect white teeth and the slight wrinkles around his eyes.
‘Really?’ He asked.
‘Yeah, I had never seen a dude run out so fast.’ You said and Chris started laughing even harder grabbing his left boob.
You and Chris had been talking for another 10 minutes when your phone started ringing.
‘Hello, this best friend in the world speaking.’ You said but you had to take the phone away from your ear.
‘Where are you?’ She shouted into the phone.
‘Outside your apartment.’ You told her and looked at Chris rolling your eyes and causing him to laugh.
‘Who’s there with you?’ She asked getting curious.
‘Chris.’ You replied simple.
‘What Chris? Never mind you said we’d meet at your apartment.’
‘No I said I’d meet you here.’ You told her. You could hear her sighing.
‘Okay, I’m coming back the now. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes don’t move.’ She commanded.
‘Yes Sir.’ You said sarcastically.
‘It’s Ma’am actually. I’ll needed to teach you manners.’ She said from the other end.
‘You’ll just have to show me when you get here.’ You told her and she chuckled before hanging up.
‘I better get down to the car park.’ You said to Chris who was looking at you confused.
‘Okay.’ He said as he stood up to tower over you.
‘It was nice meeting you, hopefully we can do it again sometime?’ You asked and he nodded.
‘Yeah.’ He replied and he turned.
‘If we gonna do it again, I think I need your number.’ You said to him and he turned around rubbing the back of his head, flexing his muscles and showing his tattoos off.
‘Haha yeah.’ He said.

You thought back to the day you meet Chris as you and him left the reception, in a car, with the cans an all on the back.
‘what you thinking about?’ He asked you.
‘Why I even married Captain America?’ You sarcastically said and he lifted your hand up and kissed it.
‘Really though, the day I met you.’ You told him and he smiled wide and lovingly at you.
‘What bit?’ The bit where I forgot to give you my number or when I saw you drooling over my abs?’ He asked and you chuckled and punched him slightly in the ribs.
‘All of it.’ You told him as you looked at his side profile. You had fallen in love with him quickly, and he done the same with you but you took your time before you got married, four years in until he finally asked you the question. Well he didn’t have a chose when you found it whilst putting clothes away.
‘Well Mrs. Evans. You are now married to America’s saver and hero. What does it feel like?’ he cheekily asked you.
‘Well he’s a pain in the ass sometimes, when he forgets to do his clothes, but hey his looks and body make up for that.’ You said as you watched him driving.
‘But he needs to have a word with me on why he shaved his beard.’ You said and he looked shyly at you.
‘I wanted to look fresh for the wedding.’ He said glancing at you.
‘Well you better grow it back.’ You told him and he nodded curtly.
‘I will Mrs. Evans. I will.’ He said smiling. You sat up and looked out the window.
‘Good, causing there won’t be any baby making on this honeymoon until it’s frown back.’ You said to him and he glanced quickly at you to see if you were joking but he couldn’t tell.
‘You’re kidding, right?’ He asked panicking.
‘Mmmmm’ You said drubbing you chin.
‘Of course not.’ You told him and laughed when you saw him release a breath and relax.
‘God, were that worried?’ You asked and he gave you a guilty look.
‘You’re lucky I married you.’ You said as you leant over the seat and placed a kiss on his cheek.

vickyxmelonlove  asked:

Hello there. This is for the nsfw writing prompts. May I request for MX Wonho with #34, please and thanks? ^^

Send in a number & the name of the member you want the drabble written about,

hi! thank you to everyone that has requested! but they are closed until further notice! thanks!! 

gif credits to @wonhontology

word count: 405

Originally posted by wonhontology

There was something that you liked about teasing Hoseok, seeing his face flush at your scandalous actions or the way in which he would glare at you when you did something in front of the boys or their manager and well today was just like any other day. 

The 8 of you, had decided to go for brunch whilst they had free time from their American tour. 

“Wow Y/N, you look good,” Jooheon spoke as Changkyun let out a wolf whistle causing you to chuckle. 

Your look of the day consisted of a halter sundress and a pair of white converses.

 “Is everyone ready?” Hyunwoo asked as he checked the time on his watch. “We have at least an hour and a half to spare before we need to come back and practice.

 “Practice? In our free time? I think the fuck not.” Hyungwon groaned, throwing his head back as we walked towards the diner.

 “Yes Hyungwon, everything’s got to be right,” Kihyun backed Hyunwoo causing Hoseok to nudge your shoulder pulling a face. 


 As you were settled down and had placed orders for brunch, you thought as the conversation was flowing was to tease Hoseok as much as you could. You placed your hand on his knee causing him to look at you briefly with a smile before resuming his conversation with Jooheon who sat opposite him. He obviously thought nothing much of it as he carried. 

Your hand started to inch closer and closer to his crotch, giving it a squeeze, you heard his breath hitch. Perfect. You had him where you wanted but you wanted more. Much more. Leaving his growing bulge, your fingers lingered towards his zip. His hand caught your wrist before you were able to do any more damage to him in front of the boys. He bent down till he was as close to your ear as possible. His lips caressed it slightly. 

“You see that wall over there?” You nodded, prompting him to carry on. 

“I’ll have you against that fucking wall if I have too,”You gulped in slight fear because you knew that he never played around when it came to it. 

“Can’t wait,” You whispered as your food arrived.

 “Make sure to eat well and get that energy because you’re going to need it later on,”

“What are you lovebirds talking about?” Minhyuk questioned wiggling his eyebrows with a smirk.  

Wake Up For Me- Josh Dun

It was late and you just got out of work. A meeting ran late and Josh was probably worried where you were. You knew Josh would be awake still, probably awake waiting for you to come home.

You dialed his number and put it on the bluetooth system you had in your car.

“Hey there babe, you on your way home?” he asked when he picked up.

“Yup, just pulling out of the parking garage now. Sorry it’s so late, we all lost track of time in the meeting.” you apologized while driving.

“No big deal, just be careful, you know how people drive at night around here.” he said referring to the drunk drivers.

“I know, I will be. So did Tyler make it in town safely?” you asked him.

“Yeah, he’s asleep in the spare room. We did a lot at the studio. I think the record will be finish soon.” he sounded so happy.

You were at a red light and couldn’t wait to get home. All you wanted was to be wrapped in your boyfriend’s arms and sleep.

“That’s so cool. I’m honestly so prou-” you were cut off by the sound of a collision and black was all you could see.


I was staying up waiting for Y/N to get home from work. Tyler had just went to bed about a half hour ago and I was growing a bit concerned about the time. It was a Friday night at 11 and Y/N still was at work. The roads got dangerous due to drunk drivers in a city on a friday night. I knew she would call me when she got out of work and I was happy to finally hear her voice.

We had been talking for a while as she drove home. She was about 4 blocks away from our apartment and she was mid sentence when I heard it happen.

“That’s so cool. I’m honestly so prou-” her voice stopped and the sound of two cars colliding came threw the phone.

“Y/N!” I yelled frantically into the phone hoping that she was okay.

There was no response. All I could hear was the sound of the horn in her car. My heart dropped into my stomach. I thought I was going to throw up. I yelled for Tyler, but he couldn’t get up fast enough. I met him halfway down the hall and nearly collapsed. I was dialing 911, but needed Tyler to talk.

“What’s wrong Josh?” he asked me and I told him what happened the best I could.

“911 what’s your emergency?” I heard on the phone.

“My friend just got in a car accident, I heard it over the phone happen and we need an ambulance. She’s on the corner of 3rd and East Main street.” Tyler told the dispatcher.

“Okay, the police and ambulance are on they’re way sir.”

Tyler ended the call and helped me to my feet.

“Tyler it’s only down the street. I need to go see if she’s okay. Come with me please.” I begged him.

“Josh are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Yes.” I answered quickly.

Y/N was my world and I needed to make sure she was okay. Even if he wasn’t I needed to be there with her.

Tyler nodded his head and we both quickly left the apartment. We ran down the street and when we got there the police were just showing up with the ambulance close by.

Tears fell on my face when I saw how her car had been pushed a good 15 feet into a pole. She was hit on the driver’s side by a truck. I got a little closer and when I saw the state she was in I couldn’t hold myself together. Her head was bleeding and it rested on the horn that was beeping.

“Sir you need to back up.” said one police officer while pulling me back to the curb where Tyler stood talking to another police officer.

“Are you her boyfriend?” the officer asked, but I barely heard it. I was too busy watching as the pulled my unconscious, not okay girlfriend out of the car.

Her legs were covered in blood and her head was still bleeding.

I felt knees start to go weak and my vision grow blurry.

“Josh, buddy are you okay?” Tyler asked and I turned to him.

“Let’s sit him down so he doesn’t pass out.” the officer said and Tyler helped me sit down.

My heart sank as I watched them put Y/N on the stretcher and into the ambulance.  

The ambulance pulled away with her inside and I watched it disappear down the road.

“Come on Josh I’ll drive you to the hospital.” Tyler said helping me stand again. 

“It’s going to be okay Josh.” Tyler told me once he helped me in the car back at the apartment.

I wanted to believe him, but it couldn’t help but feel guilty. Y/N was in pain, she was hurt, and she needed me, but I wasn’t there for her.

The ride to the hospital was silent. Tyler knew I was freaking out and couldn’t talk. My thoughts were driving me insane as I starred out the window just hoping that Y/N would be okay.  ‘What if she’s not okay.’ ‘what if she doesn’t wake up.’ ‘when will she wake up.’

When we finally pulled up tot he hospital I got out before Tyler could even finish parking the car. I ran into the hospital with Tyler not to far behind.

“How can I help you sir?” the lady asked from behind the desk.

“My girlfriend just got into a car accident and she was taken her. Where is she?” I spoke frantically.

“Oh yes. She is currently being seen by the doctor and the doctor will come out when she has news.” the lady told me and then told me to go sit and try and relax while I waited.

It felt like days passed until the doctor finally came out. I was sitting with my head in my hands trying not to cry. I was scared that Y/N wasn’t okay. There was a lot of blood when I saw her and I overheard before they shut the ambulance doors shut that her pulse was weak. As I sat there I just heard the words from the ambulance, the sound of the crash, and her laugh replay over and over in my head.

“Are you here for Y/N Y/L/N?” the doctor asked causing me to sit up quickly.

“Yeah, I’m her boyfriend. How is she?”

The doctor sat down next to me in the empty seat. If Y/N was okay, why did she sit down? Oh god she wasn’t okay was she?

“So Y/N was in a pretty bad accident and things are looking to be pretty tough.” the doctor started. “We had to remove a lot of glass from her head. We stitched her head and two placing on her leg from where glass cut them. When she was hit her head went straight to the steering wheel which gave her a concision. She had lost a significant amount of blood at the scene and we had to give her a blood transfusion. She’s currently in a medically induced coma to stop farther swelling of the brain and to help with the pain she’s in. She’s going to be on what we call life support until she wakes up, meaning she has a feeding tube in and some extra wires that will keep her healthy. We have high hopes for her, but some people can stay in these comas for a while. So until she can wake herself up from the coma, we don’t know where her injuries will lead her. We’re going to keep her here 2 days after she wakes up to monitor her. We need to make sure she can walked and stay awake for at least 6 hours straight before we can send her home. I know this is a lot to take in, but it looks to me that she will be okay. I’ll bring you back when you’re ready to see her.” the doctor finished and waited a few moments for me to reply.

“Can I see her now?” I asked.

“Yes.” she stood and Tyler and I followed her to Y/N’s room.

“Call a nurse please when she wakes up.” the doctor told Tyler before leaving.

“Are you okay Josh?” I felt Tyler out his hand on my shoulder and ask.

“Yeah. I will be once I can hear her voice again.” I told him.

I pulled a chair up next to Y/N’s bed and just watched as her chest rose and fell. She looked peaceful, but I knew she was in pain. There was no way she wasn’t. 

It was about 3 hours later and I hadn’t taken my eyes off of Y/N. I wasn’t planning on leaving her side until she was 100% better.

2 Weeks Later…

I didn’t leave her side at all. Tyler would bring me food and he stayed at my place to sleep. I barely slept or ate the past 2 weeks. Tyler was concerned and he told me he was going to pry my hand out of her’s if I didn’t go home and shower and rest for a bit.

“I can’t go back there without her Tyler. Please understand that I can’t leave her.” I begged him.

“Fine, but just for today. Tomorrow you’re leaving this place for 2 hours at least. Just go for a walk in the fresh air. You need it, you look sick and Y/N wouldn’t want you to be like this.” I shook my head in acknowledgment and he left me alone. I turned my attention back to Y/N and smiled. They had taken the bandages off of her head and legs. She would never know they were there, because she was still in the coma.

“Excuse me. Sorry to disturb you, but we need to talk about Y/N’s state.” the doctor said walking into the room.

I turned my attention to the doctor as she spoke, but still held onto Y/N’s hand.

“Unfortunately the longer a person is in a coma the more dangerous it becomes. We were hoping she would be awake by now, but it still doesn’t seem to be that way. If she doesn’t wake up with in the next 3 days, we will have to stop all life support. It might seem like a bad thing and I’m sorry to have to give you this news, but it’s for the best interest if we stick to that. If we continue the life support she might wake up with memory loss and require 24/7 care for the rest of her life. It’s really not far for the patient, so think it over and pray for a miracle.” the doctor’s words nearly stopped my heart. She had to wake up, she couldn’t leave me. She needed to fight for this. I love her too much to lose her.

The doctor dismissed herself and Tyler came up behind me to comfort me.

“She’s a fighter Josh. She’ll wake up, I promise.”

“How do you know Tyler.” I said and tears came down my face. I was losing hope and I was scared.

We didn’t talk much after that. I just held Y/N’s hand as I’ve been doing the past two weeks. Sometime that day Tyler went to go get us some food and I was left alone with Y/N.

“Hey baby. I know you can hear me and you can’t respond. If you were awake right now you would be yelling at em because I haven’t showered in a while. I don’t care though, as long as I can stay here I’ll be with you. I want you to know that I love you so much. I need you to wake up soon Y/N, I can’t lose you. The doctors say they’re giving you 3 more days. I need you to fight your hardest you’ve ever fought and wake up. I love you so much baby.” I told her and I could have sworn I felt her lightly squeeze my hand. It pained me to think it was my imagination, but it was.


I was in town for what was supposed to be only 2 days to record with Josh, but it’s been 2 weeks. Y/N was in the hospital and I was watching my best friend fall apart slowing as he watched his girlfriend laying in a bed in a coma. When I had heard that Y/N was only getting 3 more days to pull herself from the coma I knew Josh was going to need me there for him more than ever. It was a new day and Y/N now had 2 days to wake up.

“Josh I’m making you leave. Just go for a 30 minute walk around the hospital, that’s all I’m asking of you. Do it for Y/N.” I begged Josh.

He hasn’t left the room in over two weeks and he was looking ill himself. He nodded his head and stood. He left the room and I took his place in the chair next to the bed.

I held Y/N’s hand in mine. Just sitting in the silence was weird, especially for Y/N. She was so happy all the time and seeing her lay still like this was hard to watch. I’ve known her for the past 3 years and she’s the reason Josh is happy. I thank god he found her, but what will happen if she goes.

“Hey there Y/N. I feel really weird talking to you, knowing you’re not going to respond. They said you can hear us talking and it will help you get better the more we talk, so here I am. Josh needs you to wake up, we all do. We’re not giving up on you yet, just like you’re not giving up. You never gave up on Josh or I and you’ve helped us both with lots. See you soon best friend.” I said and just sat next to her.

After about 15 minutes I heard a small mumble break the silence. I looked up to Y/N and saw her eyes start to open a little.

“Y/N.” I said excitedly and her eyes looked in my direction.

I called a nurse to the room where they helped her wake up more and took her feeding tube out. I immediately called Josh and he nearly ran back to the room.


I just got a call from Tyler saying Y/N was waking up. I basically ran to the room where I the nurse talking to her and examining her. When she looked over the nurse’s shoulder and saw me her eyes filled with tears.

“Oh my god Y/N. Don’t cry, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave your side.” I said hugging her the tightest I ever have.

“I’ll come back in a few hours to finish this.” the nurse said and left.

“Sit with me?” Y/N asked me and I sat next to her, not letting her go. I wasn’t planning to for a long time. She was my best friend and the best thing to ever happen to me, how could I let that go.

I could feel her shaking slightly and I knew it was because she was just scared.

“Shh, calm down babe. I’m right here for you and I will be for as long as I can.” I said and kissed her. For the first time in 2 weeks I saw the eyes and smile of the girl that stole my heart.