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METALLICA - ‘KILL 'EM ALL’ (1983) - Concept Posters

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If you ever feel useless, just remember that Kirk Hammett has been doing back vocals for the past 36 years. Do you know what his singing voice sounds like? Neither do I. No one does.


On this day in music history: July 25, 1983 - “Kill ‘Em All”, the debut album by Metallica is released. Produced by Paul Curcio, it is recorded at Music America Studios in Rochester, NY from May 10 - 27, 1983. The San Francisco, CA based thrash metal band temporarily relocates to the east coast to record their first album after being signed by indie metal label Megaforce Records. Prior to going into the studio, there is one major personnel change when original guitarist Dave Mustaine is fired (for drug and alcohol abuse) and is replaced by Kirk Hammett. Mustaine goes on to form Megadeth after leaving Metallica. The album’s original working title “Metal Up Your Ass” is changed when Megaforce refuses to release it under that title. Bassist Cliff Burton comes up with the new title “Kill 'Em All” after Burton is quoted as saying “why don’t we just kill 'em all?” when record distributors are apprehensive to sell the record with its original title. Though only a modest success upon its initial release, the album will contain a number of songs that become staples of Metallica’s live performances, becoming fan favorites including “Seek & Destroy”, “No Remorse” and “Jump In The Fire”. “Kill 'Em All” is reissued by Elektra Records in 1987 (followed by a second issue in 1988 with two additional tracks) after the band is signed to the label first peaking at number one hundred fifty five on the Billboard Top 200, eventually reaching a chart peak of number one hundred twenty in 1988. It is remastered and reissued on CD in 1995, with its original ten song track listing, with a double vinyl LP reissue released by Rhino Records, and mastered at 45 RPM in 2004. Another limited reissue of the double vinyl LP is released in 2010, pressed on translucent red vinyl. On April 16, 2016, a limited edition numbered deluxe boxed edition (3 LP’s, 5 CD’s + 1 DVD) of the album is released. The box includes the original LP, with the second LP including  a two LP live concert recorded at Live At Espace Balard in Paris, France on February 9th, 1984. The third disc is a three track 12" picture disc EP titled “Jump In The Fire”. The set also comes with five CD’s, featuring the original “Kill 'Em All” album, interviews, radio station ID’s, rough mixes,  the “Whiplash EP”, and a live performance recorded at the Keystone Corner in Palo Alto, CA on Halloween night of 1983. The DVD features a live performance of Metallica at The Metro in Chicago, IL on August 12th, 1983.  Finally, the box also includes a 72 page book and a sew on embroidered patch. “Kill 'Em All” is certified 3x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.



A/N: Hello everyone! This is the beginning of my new series and I hope y’all would enjoy it! Just some side notes, my OC is heavily inspired by Evangeline Samos of the ‘Red Queen’ series by @vaveyard , one of my most favourite authors, as well as the ‘MAMA’ MV by Exo themselves! This dystopian series has a heavy theme of feminism and gender equality, a topic which I felt needs more exposure! Enjoy, my babies, and remember to leave feedback when you’re done reading! x

Genre: Dystopian/Supernatural/Action/Smut in later parts

Word Count: 8825

Synopsis: In the land of Exotica, thirteen kingdoms reign. Thirteen different types of bestowed powers, thirteen different types of abilities, thirteen different types of gifts. In this world, everybody is bestowed with only one ability. So what happens when The Chosen One is discovered to possess all thirteen powers at once?

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‘Survival isn’t a race. It’s a dance’.

I, Princess Kwon Syona, was born with the bestowed gift of being able to manipulate metal. It’s a deadly power and I wasn’t always a master at it; in fact, I’d always struggled to accept it when I was younger, unable to comprehend the fact that such an unassuming young girl like me was gifted with such power.

Over the years, I’d observed with wide-eyed awe as metal pieces bent to my every will, creaking and groaning with a mere flick of my wrist. Steel knives slice through air whenever I command them to, aluminium foils twisting and turning into dangerous daggers and harmless silver jewellery morphing into weapons of my choice.

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Believe it or not, Doom actually has a story

Doom is a pretty simple game. You shoot baddies, you explore the level, you shoot baddies, you find keys to open locked doors, you shoot baddies, and you move on to the next level. But WHY are you doing this? What lead to these circumstances? And who exactly is Doomguy?

Well, I’ll tell you. This is the story of the Doomed Space Marine.

It’s a bit longer than you might think.

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We Can Make It 2

Ughh this is um it people. Part 2 and It has a part 3 coming up. I finally knew how to tag. Yey. So yeah. Thanks for reading this people and hope you guys watch out for more. So yeah. I had deleted the first post and now this is the fourth now.

Tom Holland X Reader

Here it is again.

You sat on the on the floor as you cried. It was harder than you thought. You can’t find a proper job due to incomplete education. You cried and cried you looked at the mirror and your eyes travelled to your stomach.

“ This is all your fault! ” you said as you said over and over and began to throw things at the mirror. You began to thrash around and basically destroying everything. You then grabbed a large shard of glass from the broken mirror.

“ Everything was fine then you came! Its all your fault! Its all-” you trailed off as you caught sight of a photo. It fell from the night stand when you began thrashing around. It was a picture of you and Tom. You missed him so much.

“ Oh Tom. Its so hard. Harder than I thought. I miss you. I need you. ” you cried as you hugged the framed photo. You thought of the baby. You and Tom made this by your love and this was a blessing. This was fruit of your love. A baby is an innocent being that is made to be a gift for two souls to bind them for all eternity.

You let go of the photo and held your stomach.

“ I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Mommy is sorry. I promise you I’ll take care of you. ” you said.

When night came your mom was shocked to see your trashed room and she saw you by the kitchen cooking dinner for you and her. She knew you were struggling. She fixed your room. Picking up every shard of glass and sweeped every broken material.

“ Mom! Dinner’s ready! ” you called as you fixed the table and removed the apron from yourself. You turned to see your mom standing by the kitchen entrance holding a filled up trash bag and his eyes were red like she had been crying.

“ Sweet heart.” she said as you ran to hug her. “ Don’t worry. I’ll stay with you. I’ll help you every step of the way.” she said as she caressed your hair and hugged you tighter than before.

“ Thank you mom.” you said.

You led her to the table and setting the heavy trashbag at one side. Your opened the Television to show the news.

“ Tom Holland is now slowly recovering in what seems to be rehab. He was now able to work on set for the past days.” the news caster said.

It caught your attention and you smiled. ‘You can do it Tom. I know you can make it. You mumbled.

“ Come on Tom! Lets eat out. Everyone is coming.” Harrison said.

“Yeah bro I’ll catch up.” he replied as Harrison left with a nod.

Tom sat inside the make up room as he said to his friends to wait for him outside. He gave out a sigh. Tired from the shoot. He and his cast members were going out to eat. He opened his bag that rested on the chair. He pulled out a familiar f/c scarf. He smiled sadly and pressed it to his nose. Your scent never seem to fade.

“ I made it Y/n. I’ll still wait for you. I know you can make it too. ” he said as he wrapped the scarf around his neck.

Months past you mother handled you to keep the baby safe.

You gave birth to a baby girl name Thalia Stacy Holland. She had Tom’s brown eyes that reminded you of him.

You craddled her in your arms as your mother left to take care the bill. You had a moment with Thalia.

“Oh sweetheart. I wish you father could have seen you. Don’t worry, be happy for daddy. I’ll take care of you. I’ll Love you. Its just you and me now.” you said as you rested your forehead on Thalia making her giggle.

After giving birth, thanks to your mom’s help you got to balance your work, school and daughter. You got to enter Harvard. The school had taken consideration and helped you get through school. You still maintained humble and did all what is suppose to do.

“ You have now filed the claim. And now can someone tell me, what is next?” professor Anastacia, your teacher at your class asked. You were busy typing out your Essay to pass it. Your friend Fei was basically is slipping into dreamworld as her eyes were starting to close.

“ Ms. L/n? ” your professor called out.

You looked up. Fei’s eyes shot open and looked at you.

“ don’t you need to have evidence? ” you muttered out.

“Meaning?” your Prof asked further with a look of curiousity to you.

“ Meaning you need reasonable belief that your evidence should have … Like a evidenciary support? ” you continued.

She smiled at you moved on to discuss. You could not help but smile. “ Nice. ” you heard Fei said.

“ And what is Perverse Diminished Capacity? ” your prof asked to the class. You raised your hands along with others. Your prof pointed to you.

“ To negate mens rea.” you answered.

“ That is correct. ”

You were offered to be apart of Ms. Anastacia’s internship. Where in you won your first case even though your a student.

“ Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the Graduates of Harvard Law School, class of 2015. ” Professor Anastacia stated as the crowd applauded.

“ I am Personally very honor to introduce our class elected speaker, she had a very hard start here but now she graduates today to Join One of Boston’s prestigious Law Firms. We will see great things from her. Ladies and Gentlemen, Y/n L/n.” she called.

You smiled and stood up. Anastacia greeted you in a embrace. “ I’m so proud of you my dear. ” she whispered as you thanked her and broke away from the hug and smiled at her and walked to the speaker stand.

“ I used to think that I was nothing. I thought that I would fail. I had a child at an early age. Its like a bare the weight of the world. But I was wrong. With the support of her and my mother…” you trailed and met your mother’s eyes and your daughter’s who both had a proud smile.

“ It was because of them and My Passion was the key ingridient in learning and practice of Law … And Life. It take passion, courage of conviction, and strong sense of self that we take our next steps to the world. You must all ways have faith and people and most importantly to always have faith in your self. Congratulations Class of 2015. WE MADE IT!!”

Your fellow classmate made a standing ovation for you as they cheered and applauded.

You Made it Y/n.

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A fic where instead of Cor comforting Prompto, Prompto comforts Cor instead? Like maybe Cor's having a bad day or has too much on his mind, and just Prompto's presence seems to be enough to help him.

this ended up being me word vomiting a lot of cor angst

Everyone had a breaking point. Except for Cor Leonis.

Everyone was scared of dying. Except for Cor “the Immortal” Leonis.

No one knew where to turn for help, what to do with themselves in this time of crisis. Except for the Marshal, Cor Leonis.

Everyone said he was their best chance for survival. Everyone said that they were safer with the Crownsguard. Everyone said that they had a fighting chance against the daemons because of him, because of his people, him and the ones he’d trained himself.

Everyone was lying.

None more so than Cor.

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Wishing arboreal sling would stop webbing herself in. I haven’t been able to feed her and I’m getting worried. I put the mealworm on the underside of her web, and she won’t grab it, and the worm thrashes and destroys the web, so I end up pulling the whole web out, which I’m SURE is stressing the sling out.

Anyone have tips for how to feed a caribena versicolor when I can’t get the food to her? I’m giving her mealworms, so I can’t just leave them on the substrate, since they burrow. I’m so fucking over being worried about her not eating.

Sorry, I’m a relatively new arboreal owner. If this sounds stupid, I apologize, but I could really use some help.

5sos Imagine - Eating Disorder [Luke] [Part 4] [requested many, many times <3]


this is the last part i swear. or maybe its not. maybe im lying to you.

you never know

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shoutout to everyone who requested this, you’re so cute and perfect ok and im sorry it took me so long to write this xx

also sorry one more lil thing - i switch from third person to first person to second person consistently as the point of view’s change and im really sorry about that ok i hope it doesnt bother you too much 


Luke had no choice. He had to leave (Y/N) behind. As much as it killed him, there was no other option. Her mother had made it perfectly clear that she didn’t want him around during (Y/N)’s recovery, and he wanted to respect her wishes. She was right, after all. He had no business sticking around when she needed to focus on her health, not her boyfriend. 

The drive back to the house was silent, and Luke’s mum made no move to ask him about what happened while he was in the hospital. 

All Luke could think about was (Y/N). She was constantly on his mind. What he’d done to her, what he’d done to her mother. He was reason she destroyed herself. He was the reason she was in hospital. He was the reason she would now have to go through a recovery just so she could do something as simple as eat again. She had been starving herself, for him. He had completely ruined her, and there was no turning away from it. There was no forgetting, and, it seemed like, there was no forgiveness. 

“I’ve got to go,” His mum said to him, as she parked in the front of her son’s house. She was lying, and Luke knew it as well. She wanted him to mend his mistakes alone, and he wasn’t sure whether to thank her or beg her to stay. 

“Okay.” He replied instead, dreading going into his own home. Luke knew he messed up, with his bandmates. He lied and ignored and pretty much threw dirt in the face of his friends, the people he’d known for years; he considered them brothers, and yet, he treated them like strangers. 

Liz gave him a reassuring smile, that didn’t do any kind of consoling to Luke’s emotions. He stepped out of the car and made small steps to his home, running through different scenarios in his head. How mad would they be? Would they yell? Would they scream? Would they forgive him?

As he stepped through the front door and into his house that had been completely remodeled into a warzone, he swallowed, a lump in his throat. 

Calum came into view, as he’d heard the door open and slam shut, a concerned look on his face as his friend appeared in the doorway. Calum was wearing rubber gloves and held a piece of a broken picture frame in his hand. In that moment, Luke felt like that broken frame. Once sturdy, once all together in one piece, until a force came thrashing down, ruining everything, destroying everything with a single touch. It was him. It was all him. He destroyed everything that he had with these boys. He threw it away like it meant nothing to him. These boys were his life, all he had to show for, they were his entire legacy. His band. His brothers. 

“Luke,” Calum whispered. It was a statement, just a single word, but it spoke sentences. 

“I’m sorry.” Luke muttered. 

And for the first time in a long time, Luke was honest with them.


“(Y/N),” A voice broke you from your daydreaming, as you stared at the ceiling. “You’ve got a visitor.”

You turned your head to see one of the hospital workers smiling gently at you as she opened the door to reveal who’d come to see you in your rehab facility.

“Hey, sweetie.”

“Hi, mum.” You smiled, sitting up in bed and watching as she took her usual seat over in the corner by the TV.

“How are you?” Your mum asked. They were just three words, but they meant so much more to that than what they lead on. Three words that usually strangers treated as empty air, a formal greeting, being polite. Your mum meant a whole lot more than those three words when she said them. She was talking about your eating disorder, your heartbreak, your obsession with being perfect. She liked to blame Luke, but it wasn’t true. He had nothing to do with it.

“I’m alright.” You smiled. “Although I’m very confined.” You frowned. The hospital set strict rules - no jewelry, no sharp blades of any kind, no leaving the premises without permission and/or supervision, you have to meet with a counsellor at least once every other day, and once you were given a meal, you were to finish it completely before you were allowed to go anywhere.

"You’re in a mental hospital,” Your mum pointed out. “Confined is what they specialise in.”

“Have you heard from Luke?” You asked, biting your lip. She always frowned when you asked this; she didn’t approve. She thought the entire reason you were here was his fault, and she’d voiced to you many times that he was no good. You refused to believe her, that he hadn’t called or said anything, you refused to think he’d give up like that.

“No.” She shook her head. “You need to stop thinking about him, it’s not good for your recovery.” She scolded you, and your gaze went to the windows.

Your mum was smart about the hospital she’d put you in; one far, far, away from Sydney, meaning far, far, away from Luke. On the complete other side of the continent. The beaches of Perth were about fifteen minutes from your hospital, not that you’d ever be allowed to go there without someone watching you like a hawk.

You desperately wanted to, just to feel the fresh air and smell sea salt and watch little kids play in the sand, building sandcastles and screaming as the waves treaded on the sand and retreated back. There was nothing more innocent than a happy kid, and it brought light to the world that had been darkened by your thoughts. Your previous lifestyle.

Needless to say, since your mum relocated you, you saw less and less of her and less and less of everyone you loved. You treasured every moment you had with her, but her need to keep everything in order and make sure it stayed that way was irksome. Like she was a director, running the entire show behind the scenes and making sure you and Luke stayed apart. It was killing you, honestly.

“Mum, can you take me to the beach?” You asked.

“The beach? Why on earth would you go there?” She scoffed.

“Because it makes me calm.” You responded.

She shook her head, “(Y/N) your doctor said that here is the best place for you right now. We need to make sure you’re okay first before we can let you go anywhere.” Her response made your blood boil. You weren’t a child anymore; you were perfectly okay taking care of yourself. You struggled with your thoughts, and your emotions, but so does everyone else. You huffed and rolled over in your bed, facing the outside window.

“I’m going to sleep.” You muttered. Your mum only nodded, and you tried not to let angry tears fall on the pillowcase.


Two Years Later

You were not the same person you were two years ago. You were not depressed, or struggling for every last breath, or worrying about the number that showed up on the scale.

You were okay now. 

Everything was okay.

You hadn’t seen your ex-boyfriend Luke since your argument in the hospital when you were first diagnosed, but your mother had convinced you over your time in hospital that that was a good thing. That you were better off without someone who made you feel like you had to stop eating to be with him. And over the days, weeks, and months, that you didn’t hear a word from him, you lost hope you’d ever see him again. You lost hope that you two were fated to be together. You accepted that it was over. You accepted he didn’t care enough about you to fight for you.

You were enrolled back in uni, you had a stable job, you had friends you adored, you had everything. Your life was back in its place. You didn’t give much thought to Luke anymore. He was gone, and that was fine.


The thought of you still consumed Luke, to this day. He wondered where you were, if you were okay now. He had done what your mother asked and left you alone, although looking back now he wished he hadn’t. He should’ve fought for you. He should’ve stayed. He should’ve tried harder.

“Don’t you think it’s time to move on?” Calum asked him, wrapping a supportive hand around his shoulder. His bandmates worried about him consistently, always trying to set up with girls they knew and always trying to get his mind off of her. 

But none of it would work, because his mind never drifted from her, not even for a second. She was always on his mind, like he just couldn’t fathom being without the one person who made him complete. 

“No,” Luke responded harshly, shrugging Calum’s arm off him. He didn’t really mean to be so rude, it was just a side effect. A side effect of being heartbroken, and so hopelessly lost. 

“Come on, man, you can’t be this angry forever.” Calum pleaded. “You’re not who you used to be." 

"Times changed.” He muttered, picking up his guitar and starting to tune it. 

“Mate,” Calum sounded like a kicked puppy behind him, and his subconscious told him to turn around and apologise, but Luke couldn’t do that. He couldn’t function without her. He needed her. He needed her so much it was pathetic, and made him sick to his stomach. He had barely scraped past these two years with worry and concern for her, always wondering if she thought of him like he thought of her.

“Let’s get this over with.” Luke whispered.


“Let’s go out.” Your friend chirped, “We can go shopping.” The two of you had crammed all night for the exams you’d had that morning, and you needed a break from all the stress. 

Uni had proven to be more of a struggle to you than you’d originally thought, since dropping out the previous year for your recovery. It had been a hard transition back into real life. But your friends and family were with you every step of the way. Even your mum supported you going back into reality, although you pretended not to listen when she told your family all about Luke and how it was all his fault. How he was always away and never there for you and how he didn’t care, and therefore, you suffered. Luke had nothing to do with your eating disorder, or your recovery. 

You agreed with your friend, deciding that you two deserved some much-needed time to not worry about your classes, and instead just look at clothes you could never afford and go buy ice cream instead out of spite for commercialism and the unappreciation of poor uni students.

You and your friend talked about nothing, about boys you’d been casually seeing and girls you didn’t like and professors who were so unfair. It made you feel normal, to talk about normal things with your friend. You hadn’t considered yourself normal since being diagnosed with an eating disorder. You always thought that you’d be labeled for the rest of your life. Labeled as spending time in rehab, labeled as having a mental illness, labeled as being fragile. Things would never how they were, but maybe that was a good thing.

You were walking down the strip, your friend at your side, and a familiar song played in the distance. 

I drove by all the places you used to hang out getting wasted,” Just the first few lyrics made your feet physically stop, gluing you to the cobblestone underneath your feet.

“What? What is it?” Your friend asked. You shook your head, trying your hardest for tears not to fall down.

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted.” 

“(Y/N)? Is something wrong?" 

You shook your head, trying your best not to listen to the song playing in the background, but it was impossible. You couldn’t help your memory floating back to Luke. You and Luke had something so real, so beautiful, it was tangible. You could almost taste it when you thought of his kiss and you could almost feel the sensation of his hand on your own. 

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia,
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape” 

You found your feet carrying yourself towards the sound of his voice, as he sang. His voice hadn’t changed. You stood far away from the crowd, still remaining on your side of the street as you watched him with his three best friends, performing on the strip for an acoustic show. 

Luke’s eyes were cast down; you couldn’t see his face. 

Michael had dyed his hair again.

Ashton’s hair was longer.

Calum got a new tattoo.

You wiped away the single, straying tear as it ran down your face, your friend still hopelessly confused next to you. 

"What’s wrong? (Y/N)?” She asked you. “What’s going on?" 

"That’s Luke,” You whispered. 

“Yes? And?” It appeared that your statement meant nothing to her, probably because you’d never told her about your ex-boyfriend, probably because you still weren’t able to accept the fact that there was a prefix in front of it now.

“We, er, we have a history.” You quietly explained, shaking your head, laughing at how pathetic you were acting. It’d been two years. You’d think your feelings for him would change by now.

Your friend had run off, whispering something about tissues, and you had your eyes cast downward enjoying the sound of his voice again until you felt someone’s gaze on you. 


He was looking straight at you as he sang the bridge of his song, “If today I woke up with you right beside me, Like all of this was just some twisted dream.” His eyes were wide in surprise. You waved at him, smiling lightly as you watched his eyes start to glaze over. Although they threatened to, a tear never slipped past his eyes through the song, or the next. Or the next. His eyes stayed glued to you, like if he looked away for a second, you’d disappear again. 

Your friend returned, with comforting words and a sympathetic hug. She urged you to leave, to go and find another shop down the strip. You did want to, really. The past was in the past for a reason, and you weren’t sure if Luke was really the best choice for you to make at the moment. Your entire relationship was almost purely on Skype, because of his tour with One Direction. You accepted it when the two of you were together, because you were willing to make the sacrifice if it was for Luke. But now, you weren’t so sure. You had to worry about other things now. Like relapsing.

“Let’s go,” She said.


I watched her through almost the entire set. I turned my head to Calum, when he bumped me with his arm, and I turned around again and she was gone.

Just like that, gone again.

I wondered in my mind if I had just been hallucinating, if she was even there at all, or if I was making up a vision of her being there.

“Luke,” Calum whispered. “Why’d you stop singing?” It wasn’t until he said it that I realised I hadn’t been singing the song, and now all eyes were on me. I had two choices. I could get up and run off and try to find her, or I could start singing again.

“I have to find her.” I whispered to myself, and to Calum as he sat beside me, and I ran up from the circle, pushing through the crowd with various ‘Excuse Me’s’ and ‘Sorry’s, until I was on the side of the street she’d been standing on. 

I bolted past shops, only stopping for a few seconds to see if she was inside them. This plan was ridiculous; I’d never be able to find her. Even if I did, nothing would ever be the same as it once was.

In a daze, I swear I could see her, walking with her friend as she tugged her along into a boutique.

I ran towards her; I didn’t care if she as a mirage, I just wanted to see her. To know she was okay now. I stepped through the wooden doors and onto the tile, the shop was very empty, suggesting that the items they had on display were expensive, but high quality. I scanned the shop, my eyes stop on her. There she was. In the middle of the boutique, admiring the white dress donned on the mannequin. She was beautiful; then again, there was a never second where she wasn’t.

I tapped on her shoulder. She turned around, and upon seeing me, crashed into me into a long-lost, long forbidden embrace. “Luke,” She exhaled, letting herself fall into my arms, but she stiffened for a moment. “What are you doing?” She asked. “Don’t you have a set?”

“I don’t care.” I muttered, feeling extreme remorse for not caring about my band’s acoustic show. I’d probably be scolded profusely later. “It’s really you.”

“Two years…” She  whispered into my shoulder. I held her tighter to me, ravishing in the feel of her. Her head fell onto my shoulder, and we swayed back and forth in the middle of the boutique, probably disturbing the other patrons but I couldn’t seem to care. It was really her. (Y/N). The girl I completely destroyed, the girl I completely lost, the girl I completely gave up on her, when i loved her the entire time. 

She smelled like she’d been baking - vanilla essence and cocoa. Her hair was curled; I’d always told her I thought it was pretty that way, although her hair was pretty any way she did it.

“I love you.” I told her.

“Luke,” She shook her head at my words, stepping away from our hug. It was the look on her face that told me she didn’t appreciate my faux pas.

“I do,” I admitted. “I love you. I don’t know how I loved you all this time, but I did. I’m so sorry I yelled at you, two years ago. I’m so sorry I listened to your mother, I should never have left that hospital.”

“Listened to my mother?” She asked. “What do you mean?”

Considering her mum’s anger with me, it was no surprise really that she hadn’t told (Y/N) I’d visited, only once. And it was no surprise her mum didn’t tell her that I was told to keep my distance from her.

“Your mum asked me to leave you alone, while you were in recovery.” I shrugged. “I understood. She was right, I mean, you needed space.” My arm rose to my neck, scratching an itch that wasn’t there. 

“My mum was the reason you never saw me?” She asked. “I thought…I thought you’d just abandoned me…” Her face fell into a pout, a miserable, sad, expression I never wanted to see her wear ever again. 

“Never.” I shook my head. “Never…” She looked up at me and I swore I could see her eyes lighten up a bit. I’d never felt so helpless around another girl before; I never felt like there was no much I needed to make up to her. Leaving her. Giving up on her. “I’m so sorry…" 

"Luke,” She took a step closer to me, “We’re still in public.” I blushed as I recalled that, looking around as almost everyone in the store had their eyes on us. 

She took my hand and lead me out the boutique door, leading us to a park bench outside the store. 

“What have you been up to?” I asked her. “It’s been two years, after all. How was hospital?" 

"Hospital was fine,” She shrugged. “I was there for six months. They considered me recovered and I got to live a normal life again. I came back to Sydney, enrolled in uni, and now…now everything’s as it should be. Normal,” She exhaled after the last word, letting it drift off for a second into the air.

“You don’t know how happy that makes me,” I told her. “I only wanted the best for you; your mum convinced me it was better for you if I wasn’t around." 

"My mum told me the same thing.” She laughed. “You know, I asked about you all the time, if you had called or anything. She always frowned at me and told me to forget about you." 

"I would have called. I would have called a thousand times if I had known where you were.” I sheepishly responded. “I looked into it, really, I tried. But, apparently, they’re very serious about confidentiality here." 

"I’m sure my mum made sure of that.” She shook her head. “You’re really here…" 

"Yeah,” I grasped her hand in mine, loving the feel of her fingers intertwined in my own again. “You’re really here, too. You’re really, okay." 

"You need to go back to your set, Luke.” She suddenly dropped my hand and stood up. “You need to go, you’re, you’re important to them." 


“I’m serious, Luke. You can’t do this. You can’t abandon your band. Go back, just say you had to go have a wee or something.” Her face was hard for me to read, like she was purposely trying to hide her emotions. She pulled me to my feet and pointed in the direction I’d ran from to find her. 

“I just got you back,” I whispered. “I don’t want to lose you again." 

"You won’t.” She shook her head. “Just, go back to your set, okay? It’s okay. They need you.” She smiled. “Go sing.”

“I’ll go,” I exhaled, the corner of my mouth rising as I extended my hand to her. “Only if you’ll come with." 

She smiled coyly, biting her lip for a second before nodding and taking my head, laughing with me as we ran back up the street, towards the crowd of people waiting. I held up my entwined hands with (Y/N)’s like a boxer winning a championship and my band cheered for me, and in that moment, I was on top of the world.

I’d gotten her back. 


That was ridiculously cliche not gonna lie

But I hoped you liked it anyway!! 

i mean it took me long enough

but that’s it! lovely little series :’) 

honestly if it got any longer i’d have to make a fanfic out of it and that would be disastrous so

i’ll see you little peaches later xx 

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