would cheer again

anonymous asked:

Hello! So I was at a party tonight, and this woman told me this great story about how she met her husband. She was the PR person for the local university. He was the sports editor for the local paper. He kept getting the school's mascot wrong in articles, and she would have to call him every time to correct it, growing increasingly frustrated every time. This was one of those moments when all I could think was LARRY AU, LARRY AU.

oh my god, thank you so much for sending me this message! It just made me so happy and I love it.  Like, I love these actually people you met and I love it as a larry au!!!!!! 

I feel like it works both ways so well for larry that I can’t even really pick one. example:

Louis as the university PR person, grumbling to Niall about the mistake the first time it happens.  Waving the sports sectionaround and stabbing a finger at the picture of their mascot at a basketball game.  “What the fuck!!! look at this photo of Ferdinand!?!!  Look at this caption!!! A hawk???? A hawk??” (they are the falcons) And then like, because in this version louis is immediately over-frustrated, instead of increasingly, he’d call up the paper in a big huff and then immediately be disarmed by Harry’s calm, deep voice and seal bark laugh once he finally got him on the phone.  Then he’d flirt-email him a link to an article about the differences between Hawks and Falcons as soon as he got off the phone, thrilling at his own daring as he did it! And after like the sixth time Harry got it wrong, they would go on a date and after they got married they’d always collected both stuffed hawks and stuffed falcons. 

oh my god how killer, because opposite way around, Harry the PR guy calling, he’d be immediately disarmed by Louis’s voice, too!!  Like all flustered, and then like he’d get blushy when louis teased him, but also tease back.  oh my god and then seven or eight calls in, Harry finally loses it and is like “you just don’t care about our sports teams because we’re not division one! Well, tough! you live in this city too, Louis, you should know our mascot is a turtledove by now god damn it!” and then louis would ask him out.  

i’m just smiling a lot.  like i can also imagine either of them as the sports editor, starting to get it wrong on purpose and feeling like “oh no, my journalistic integrity!” but also “i need to do this flirting very bad!!!!” 

okay sorry i rambled so much.   

Long Lasting Lies [p.p] (Part 2)

Originally posted by hollandstcm

Catch up here: Part 1

Title: Long Lasting Lies
Fandom: MCU/Spider-Man
Characters: Peter Parker x female!reader, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Betty Brant, Cindy Moon, Flash Thompson
Warnings: mentions of cheating on a partner, mentions of mugging, mild swearing, one tiny mention of sex
Word Count: 3,129
Requested: This was literally requested by 70 people, I’m not even kidding.
Blurb: You, Peter Parker’s girlfriend, have noticed that Peter has distanced himself, and have caught him lying on multiple occasions. When you confront him after being saved by Spider-Man, you are unaware that his excuse is only another one of his lies.
A/N: You guys asked for it so here it is! Just a quick reminder that I live in Australia so I’m not on break and I don’t have any holidays, therefore I still won’t be updating as frequently as I wish I could :(

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[L/N] = your last name

You were furious with yourself. There you were, boyfriend-less for only two days and it already felt like you were falling apart. Not only had you lost your boyfriend of almost half a year, but you had also lost a best friend. And it really, really sucked. You allowed yourself to wallow for the weekend, inviting over Michelle to watch horror films. The both of you had collectively decided that romance films were only going to do more damage at that point. And everything felt normal for a while. You and Michelle were laughing over the terrible special effects in a particularly crappy film when reality hit you. Peter, the boy who you had practically been attached to at the hip, was now somebody that you would regard as an “enemy”.

The thought had destroyed you, sending you from peels of laughter into quiet sobs as Michelle paused the film and reached over to hug you. You appreciated her attempts to cheer you up, but it felt like nobody would ever cheer you up again. The pain in your chest felt constant and relentless, and you subconsciously rubbed your chest and collarbones, as if these physical actions could mend your perpetual internal suffering.

“Peter is not worth your pain, Y/N.” Michelle tried to convince you. “That guy is a real asshole for doing what he did to you. And I’m sorry that you feel the way you do right now,” she sighed and retreated from your embrace, only to look you straight in the eyes. “But no boy is worth your tears, unless they’re tears of joy.”

You mustered a smile. “Thanks, Michelle.” you recognised her efforts, and she smiled back at you, coffee-colored eyes showing that she was relieved at your reaction. “I know it’s silly to cry over Peter, especially after the way he treated me and the things he did to me,” you bit your bottom lip. “Is it stupid that I’m dreading going to school the most?” you asked her. “Seeing Peter in the hallway, in class? I sit next to him in every class that we have together, now I have to find a new seat and I’ve already mentally adjusted to the angle of the whiteboard which-“

“I think that you’re overthinking this.” Michelle interrupted. “Find a new seat. One that doesn’t have a view of the back of Peter’s head, and one where he isn’t in your periphery. It’s going to be okay, Y/N. You have me and I’m sure you have Ned, too. You’ll get through this.” you smiled a watery smile, accompanied by tears in your eyes at the sincerity in Michelle’s voice.

“Thanks, Michelle.” you said again, really meaning it this time.

“What the hell, Peter?!” Ned practically stormed into Peter Parker’s bedroom. Peter — who had been lying on his stomach with his elbows propping up his upper body, clutching a pillow tightly to his face — wiped at his face as quickly as possible before facing Ned, who shut Peter’s door loudly. “I haven’t heard from you all weekend and Michelle just told me that you broke up with Y/N?” Peter sniffled before nodding his head. “Is it true? That you cheated on her?” Ned looked so disappointed with Peter that he felt his chest tighten, tears welling in his eyes again, threatening to spill.

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Valentine's Day imagine

The doorbell rings, and when you open it there is a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates on your doorstep. The card just says “I feel the same” but you have no clue who it’s from. The next day at school, TC/N asks if you got enjoyed your Valentine’s Day, winks, and walks away.

Happier - Reggie Mantle | Riverdale

Originally posted by zaynandlauren

Hola, I am sorry that I didn’t post so much of my writing the past two weeks. I had a lot going on, but here I am. Again, I am very sorry and I hope you enjoy this one! P.s.: This one shot is based on Happier by Ed Sheeran.

Requested by @preciousgalvan

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Reader (x Archie Andrews)

Fandom: Riverdale

Warning: None

Wordcount: 959


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hi i just wanted to say i love my two angels so damn much and i want to give them the all the stars in the universe… all the flowers on this earth… and all the love that i can gather.. they help me through so much and they genuinely mean Everything to me, and i wish nothing but happiness and love for them because that’s what they gave me. 💓 im so happy to know them and be able to love them, that’s already the biggest blessing to me and i hope they never run out of reasons to smile because thanks to them, i can smile so happily :’) 💗💗

Little Miss Reporter // Jerome Valeska x Reader (Part One?)

Requested: Nope but I’m in love with Gotham sooooo 

Word count: 928

Warnings: curse words? insanity?? bad writing???

A/n: I don’t want to just write about Riverdale so here this is :)))))

You sigh as you make your way to the back of the bus, walking past the cheerleaders with way too much pep in their step.

The only reason you were on this bus is because you’re the President of the Gotham City High School Newspaper, going on the away game to get some good shots. Even though your school teams have lost nearly every time, the student body of GCHS still wanted to know of the horrible losses in the weekly paper.

You take the seat all the way in the back, shocker. You try to ignore all of the stares; you get them very often being a notorious detective’s Goddaughter.

You feel the bus begin to vibrate as the engine starts up, and the bus pulls out of the school parking lot. The cheers and chants start before the last set of wheels hit the city roads.

You put your headphones on as the drive starts. The city you’re going to is about an hour away, so you play a particularly large playlist to listen to. You sigh in content, the cheerleader’s voices drowned out instantly when the first song begins.

Five minutes into the drive, and you’re still on your way out of Gotham. You take a look out of the large windows on the door in the back. The bus passes a curve, and a peculiar looking truck begins to follow you. You look around the bus, but none of the cheerleaders seem to have noticed.

You try to see who is sitting in the truck, but it’s too far away. Suddenly, the truck disappears. You start to feel less paranoid and return to facing the front.

Another few minutes pass by when you notice the bus suddenly stop. You pause your music, taking your headphones out only to hear a loud horn honking toward the bus.

The cheerleaders have finally shut up, their cheers replaced with the silence of their confusion. Then you begin to hear panicked whispers, almost making you wish they would start cheering again.

You see the bus driver shakily reach over and open the bus doors, then darting out of the bus. Wow, good job protecting the kids.

A ginger haired boy emerges from outside of the bus, waving around a gun. The cheerleaders begin to cry, and you roll your eyes. Like crying is going to save their lives.

“Time for some fun!” He begins to chain the girls to the bus, one by one. Your eyes dart around, wondering what you could possibly do.

You look toward the truck that they arrived in, your stomach dropping.

It was the truck that was following you earlier. And you can now read what the truck says, the word ‘oil’ sticking in your brain.

“They’re gonna blow us up,” you whisper and furrow your eyebrows.

“What was that, doll face?” The ginger reaches the last seat, and he must have heard you whispering.

You smile, and actually start to laugh a little,”You’re really going to blow us up?” You look at him, and finally realize who you’re dealing with. The Maniax.

“Why is that so funny?” his smile drops, and he looks you dead in the eye.

Almost snorting, you enter a staring contest with him,”This is Gotham. Try hard as you might, somehow someone will come and save the bus of squealing little cheerleaders.”

He backs up from you a little, his smile returning.

“And you’re not a squealing little cheerleader, are ya?”

You smile again, gesturing at your normal attire,”You guessed it. I wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those uniforms.”

“Right. Well see, I’m on the clock. Gotta finish this up,” you return his ever present grin with a closed mouth smile, and he leaves the bus. He’s only gone for a second before returning with a hose.

The smell of gas instantly fills your nostrils when the liquid begins spraying from the tube. He covers all of the cheerleaders with gas- but not you. You don’t say anything, and he exits the bus once again.

After some noises of frustration from the front of the vehicle, he returns, making his way back to you.

“Alright, little miss reporter. Just in case this whole thing doesn’t go down the way I planned, I need some insurance,” he grabs you by the arm, dragging you behind him off of the bus.

He pulls you up onto the truck, and you both stand outside the door on the edge.

“You’re not scared, are you?” He asks, grinning, leaning in slightly.

“Of what, falling of the truck? I wouldn’t make very good insurance if my guts were splattered across the street, now would I?” you suggest, only holding on with one hand.

His smile widens, if possible,”I like you. What’s your name, doll face?”

“Y/n L/n,” you reply,”But my friends call me N/n.”

“Your name is familiar … but I’ll stick to doll face.”

“Yeah, you may of heard of my Godfather before. You know, he’s a pretty well-known detective. His name’s Jim Gordon.”

* * *

Jim sighs in relief as he pulls the bus to a stop, quickly standing up to check on the cheerleaders.

“Anyone hurt? Everyone alright?” He examines the seats, seeing if anything is out of place.

“He took her,” one of the cheerleaders squeaks out.

“Wha- who took who?”

A different cheerleader speaks up this time,”The redhead. He took Y/n. She went with them on the truck.”

Jim Gordon sprinted off the bus, determined to find his Goddaughter.

NCT’s reaction when they surprise you with a kiss but when they pull back you’re crying because you can’t believe that you’re in such a good relationship

Request: "hi omg this is probably a weird request but can I get a reaction where the boys surprise their s/o with a kiss but when they pull back their s/o is crying bc they can’t believe they’re in such a good relationship omg tysm”

A/N: Long ass title, lmao. Sorry if this is too cheesy, it was like 01:35 a.m when I wrote this and I was soft and inspired.


This awkward bean wouldn’t know how to react at your words and actions at all. He would thank you for being so caring with him and once you stopped crying he would cuddle you and change the subject.

Originally posted by dimplesjae


“What happened, babygirl? Was the kiss that bad?” He would try to cheer you up as soon as he sees your tears, and when he sees you smiling he would do it too. “I can’t believe I have such a amazing boyfriend.” You would say while feeling every time more overwhelmed. He would laugh at your comment and hug you, leaving a kiss in top of your head.

Originally posted by withsuh


He would be more concerned than the other members when he sees you crying. Even once you explain him why and let him know you’re a 100% fine he would still treat you with more carefully, thinking his words twice before speaking and being more aware of his actions.

Originally posted by jonqins


Pretty similar to Johnny, once you tell him that you’re crying because of him his confidence would raise to the skies and that beautiful smile of him would be impossible to erase. He would get really clingy with you and both of you would spend the rest of the day cuddling and talking about your feelings.

Originally posted by taei


Actually, you were talking with him about how deeply your feelings for him were even before the kiss. And at first he thought that you’re overreacting a little with your words but once you start crying he would understand instantly that was because of him. He would feel butterflies in his stomach and his heart racing and since that day he started to take care of you even more than before and promised himself to always do the impossible for making you as happy as you made him feel in that moment.

Originally posted by nctaezen


He would show you that warm and loving smile of his before he starts leaning closer to your face. Then, he would kiss your lips again, this time doing it in a sweeter way and making it a bit more longer. The kiss itself would be filled of love and sincerity and he wouldn’t need words to explain you how much he loves you.

Originally posted by yunar


He would be really confused when he sees the tears falling from your eyes and would start asking you why are you feeling like this so suddenly. “Because of you, Ten. I can’t believe I’m dating some so amazing.” He would find the whole situation really funny and both of you would end up laughing, but at the same time he would hold you close and tell you that he’s just as grateful about having you in his life.

Originally posted by nctaezen


His whole face would be in the brightest shade of pink and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from smiling. “Why are you like this, Y/N? You’re being too much now.” He would get really flustered and probably would stay like this the whole day, lol.

Originally posted by featuredchim


Probably the most confused of all of them. You were fine a minute ago, how could your whole mood change after a small kiss? Even once you explain him why he still wouldn’t able to understand the situation and would try to cheer you up by taking you in a date or with one of his cuddle sessions.

Originally posted by king-kisu


He would be really surprised when he see tears falling from your eyes. Like Ten, he would start making you question as he cups your faces delicately. “I’m sorry, I-I just really love you, Mark. I’m really happy that I’m yours.” He wouldn’t know how to react at your comment, so he would just smile awkwardly and change the subject once you’re feeling better.

Originally posted by onceagainnct


This angel would be so confused. He would froze in his spot as he sees you wiping the tears of your cheeks and quietly waiting for a explanation. But once you actually tell him why he would get really flustered and would start giggling awkwardly as he hugs you. 

ft. Jaemin being an idiot.

Originally posted by haechannie


Another confused baby, but not for too long because as soon as he sees the tears in your faces his main priority would be to cheer you up. He would be asking you a bunch of questions, but you would only smile at him and hug him tightly. “No, silly, I’m crying because I can’t believe I’m dating an angel like you.” His smile would be huge, and no matter what he wouldn’t be able to erase it for the rest of the day.

Originally posted by bb-marklee


I feel like he’s great when it becomes to comforting someone, but when you tell him the reason why he would get really flustered at first and it would make him unable of speak properly. But a few seconds later his confidence levels would be infinite and would focus again in cheering you up. “I know I’m a great boyfriend, but not need to sheed tears, baby. Instead you can kiss me some more.”

Originally posted by haenyan


“Oh? Did something happened, princess?” He would hug you and start comforting you right away. He would caress your hair and start wiping the tears of your face with his thumb. “No, I’m fine. I just.. really appreciate everything you do for me, Jaemin.” He would smile widely after hearing your words and kiss you softly one more time.

Originally posted by neoculturedaily


His whole face would be in the brigthest shade of pink as he hears you talking about how much you love him. He wouldn’t know how to react so he would just smile widely at you and hug you, then he would whisper how much he loves you in your ear.

Originally posted by icetaeil


He would be really confused the whole time. He wouldn’t normally start kisses because he’s too shy to do it, but now that he did you’re suddenly starting to cry? He would get really scared when he sees the tears on your face until you smile weakly at him. “I’m sorry, I-I just really love you Jisung, thanks for being by my side.” He would hug you, still in confusion, but there was something in your words that made his heart warm up.

Originally posted by bb-marklee

Ami’s so proud of Chibiusa, she brought a book to a sporting event and she hasn’t resorted to reading it. Yet.

do you ever just feel….like you’re not here? in both ways, but mentally you’re just spaced out and physically you can’t feel a thing. it’s a weird fucking feeling. i had that this morning when i was walking through the mall and it was like i couldn’t even feel my feet hitting the ground. my eyes were glazed over and looking past everyone, and whenever ppl did make eyecontact wih me i instantly felt like i was being put on the spot. i felt like i was just floating through space even though i did rationally know that if i were to bump into someone, they’d give me a nasty look because watch out, damn it. but i just felt so odd and out of place?? like i was there, but i wasn’t really there, like i might as well have been invisible

Hope (Part 5)

Originally posted by popecalum

“Okay honey, you’re gonna feel a little pinch, Okay?” the sweet voice of the nurse says, and without further or do, I feel it that ‘little’ and acute painful feeling on my lower back, that makes me squeeze my eyes together. 

“Fuck!” I exclaim in pain and immediately after I feel Liz’s hand in mine 

“Yes, do that, let it out” she says in support 

“It’s going to take a minute or two” the nurse points out and with that, I feel the needle going deeper, I almost can completely feel how it touches my spinal cord and goes into it. I cry I pain, this is so far the worst feeling I have had. 

“Where’s Luke?” I cry, suddenly in need to see his face when I am in such a pain. 

“Sorry honey, he’s working but he will come back on the evening I believe” Liz says calming me down. 

“You can yell if that makes you feel better” the nurse says while making her job on my back, but I feel like she is being rushed by my suffering. 

“Oh” I whine, biting on my lip, and squeezing on my in law’s hand “Hurts, hurts, hurts” I cry loudly, biting my lips so hard that I could swear I taste blood. 

“Let it out” Liz repeats caressing my face with her free hand.

It hurts so bad, I feel like kicking something, breaking a window, punch someone, escaping from this hole and go back to the only place I can call home. I hate being sick. I hate getting tested. I hate that I have to go through this instead of just dying. The seconds seem minutes, and I can’t help but bury my face in my pillow next to me while crying from this horrible pain on my back. If Luke was here he would know what to say to calm me down, this was one of those moments where I needed here desperately.

“You said it wouldn’t hurt, why does it hurt?!” I groan loudly trying to stay still for this test.

“Maybe the anesthesia didn’t catch up very well” the nurse mumbled being too concentrated on doing her job correctly. “I am almost done. I just need more drops… there we go” she says to herself and then I feel it, that fantastic sensation of the needle leaving my body.

“Oh dear god” I moan in relief “That was..”

“Yeah, honey, you did alright” she comforts me, while I whine after the pain is gone.

“Oh dear god” I cry hiding my face in the pillows “that hurt so much” I whine feeling Liz touch close to me in comfort “I need Luke”

“You can call him if you want” she suggests

“No, I’m mad at him” I mumble while sobbing.

“Why honey?” She asks me, being a little concerned by my answer.

“Because he’s not here” I say, feeling how the nurse help me turn around delicately,

Being careful to not move me too much and leaves me sitting up against the head of the bed.  

I sob harder, almost traumatized for the pain I just experienced. Liz stays by my side, holding my hand and caressing my arm waiting for me to calm down but it felt impossible, not in a million years I thought I would be facing such a pain, and now this was just the begging, compared to all the possible procedures I was going to face in the future, this was nothing.

“Stop crying” Liz mumbles “it’s okay, it was just a second, you very strong”

The nurse keeps moving around, taking the liquid she just took out of me (I didn’t even want to know what it was), she puts it in a little transparent bag and places it in a box.

“Alright, now we’re just gonna take a blood test and you’re all ready” she announces like it is nothing. “Have you received the chemo session yet?” She asks me while taking my file on the side of the night stand.

I shake my head, still breathing heavily and leaning my head back.

“Well I still have 20 minutes left until my shift so we can do it now” she says in a fake exciting tone “I bet you don’t want the old Sasha to do it” she chuckles.

Oh, Sasha, the only nurse in the entire hospital that I truly hated, her bad attitude, her heavy hand when it came to putting needles on me, her annoyed glances when she saw me and my friends hanging out. I couldn’t stand her and if it was for me, I would fire her from being my nurse immediately. I don’t blame her though, she’s old and cranky, but no one needs that attitude.

Holly, the nurse in charge of me this morning, moves around and pulls out of a cabinet the large bag that made me want to puke my guts out. I hold my breath for a second and let it out.

“It’s not gonna take long” Holly smiles to me taking out her other equipment.

She does her work and wraps a band around my arm and making it tight, carefully she slides a big needle in my vein, sucking out a big amount of blood from my veins.

“Now” she says losing the band on my vein and taking the needle out “I’m going to quickly…” she says and without a warning, she slides the small needle on my arm “…slide this on”

I let out a heavy sigh when the IV is in completely. There wasn’t anything that I hated more than the feeling of an IV on my veins. I could start feeling the liquid get in my vein and producing a slight pain in my arm that I couldn’t stop because sadly, I had to just deal with it.  I groan and throw my head back and sighing at the feeling, it was disgusting. Liz holds my hand again.

“Third session, right?” Holly asks me and I groan trying to confirm it. “Where’s your Romeo?”  She asks trying to be funny and cheer me up a little.  

“Out” I shortly respond “working I guess”

She nods “you’re his mother?” She asks Liz and she nods. “Sign this for him, will you? It’s just a control we have for every session, the one in charge of her is supposed to sign it but yeah” she chuckles passing the form to Liz.

“Sure” she smiles and quickly signs the paper and pass it back to my nurse “How long will this take?” She asks.

Holly smiles and activates a machine to distribute the liquid evenly for a while.  "Not more than 30 or 40 minutes" she says still adjusting everything “I’m going to my lunch break now and I will come back right after the treatment is finished, and you will be IV free for the rest of the day!” She cheers

I roll my eyes “if I’m lucky enough” I say to her. I didn’t want to be rude or anything, but I’m still in pain and cranky from everything happening around me.  

“Of course” Holly smiles apologetically “I’ll see you guys later” she greets.  

When Holly leaves the room we are left with a pretty suiting silence, the machine beeping nonstop and making me slowly more and more irritated.

“Does it hurt?” Liz asks in a concerned tone

I shook my head “no, it just… bothers me” I mumble shrugging a little

“Maybe you should rest for a little while before it starts making any effect” she suggests.

I sigh “I don’t know” I sadly smile “I haven’t got much of a rest lately”

“Why?” She says leaning a little on my bed.  

I shook my head “I don’t know” I mumble “I’ve been thinking too much” I say, and now there’s silence “When are you going back?” I ask her.

“Next week” she says to me “They are already needing me back at home” she says “Andy is a mess when being alone, you know that” she chuckles.  

“I bet that” I chuckle too “Luke would be the same if he already isn’t” I say smiling “most of the time I mom him around the apartment, but I hope he got a bit now that I haven’t been there for a while”

Liz nods “Like father like son, right?” She laughs “but it’s okay, he had some things here and there but of course I helped him a little to keep things in order”

I smile “good” I mumble. We stay in silence for a minute or two. Feeling very comfortable with it until I decide to break it. “I really wish I could go with you” I confess. “To Sydney”  

She sadly smiles at me and takes my hand “you must miss it” she says “how long has it been since you guys came over? 7 months maybe?”

I nod “yeah” I confirm “For the holidays… oh I miss it so much” I sigh “I want to see Nana, I want to walk through the streets I grew up in, I want to go to the beach and I want to come back to that place, where Luke and I used to go whenever I felt alone” I say in a dreamy tone. “I guess… I guess I just want to see my hometown again before something happens”

Liz nods, I hope she understands how much home sick I was at the moment, she was the only person I have ever told how much I was missing home, even though it hasn’t been much time since we last visited there, but after all of this, all I wanted is to see something familiar that would cheer me up again.

“Have you told Luke?” She asks “maybe he will agree to go, you could talk to your doctor, I am sure it won’t be a problem if you go for a couple of days”  

I shook my head “I don’t know” I sigh “he’s stubborn, he’ll say no”

She smiles and squeezes my hand a little “if it will make you feel better, I can talk to him” she suggests “he’ll say yes, I promise”

“Oh, will you do that?” I smile “Please”

“Of course” she smiles back “we would love to have it back home”

I sigh in relief “oh my god, Liz, thank you very much” I say and extend my free arm, she gets the gesture and leans to hug me, giving me a kiss on the forehead.

For once in the entire week, I feel like there was some hope in my way and that after my thunder, going to Sydney could be the light at the end of my way, And I was praying that Luke accepted my little request. I wanted to leave the hospital so bad. Hopefully, I will be able to because my worst night would definitely be spending the rest of my days laying on these bed. He knew it. He had to get me out one way or another.


“Dude you’re out of It” I hear and someone snaps their finger in front of my face so wake up from my little daydream. Being too distracted by my own thoughts

“erm- uh- yeah sorry” I say snapping off my own thoughts “I am just… yeah”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me” Ashton says and palms my shoulder “but now that we are at it, what’s on your mind?”  

I sigh and look up at my friend, and then look around at my other friends. I wanted to be able to hide this before something could go wrong, but they are my best friends and they will feel bad if I don’t tell them. So all I do is spit it out, and let them do all the questions they want.

“I hired a detective” I say blankly. Waiting for a reaction.

“You did what?!” Michael says, not believing my words “Fucking why?”

Before I can even say a single word, Calum’s voice interrupts me “I know this is not the most appropriate thing to ask… but are you doing this because you think (Y/n) is cheating on you..?”

“No!” I snap immediately to my friend “how could she even cheat on me? You dumb ass, she is in the hospital all the damn time”

He frowns and shrugs “Oh I’m sorry! But that’s the only logical reason I can think of for you to hire a detective”

Michael laughs “it doesn’t even make sense” he says while shaking his head “Does she know?”

“No, not yet” I sigh and let my back fall completely in my chair. “And you better keep your mouths shut about this. She can’t know” I point at them.

Again I feel Ashton’s hand on my shoulder giving me support and honestly, it was working, I feel a bit more confident confessing this to my best friends now “the doctor talked to me a couple of days ago” I start, looking down at the floor “he says that chemo is not working, and he doesn’t think (Y/n) is a candidate for radiation”

The room goes silent, and I breathe heavily, it’s the third time I say this out loud, and just like the first 2 times, it kills me, it makes me want to cry and it makes my heart break.

“B-But there’s has to be another way… right?” Michael stutters, looking for my answer.

“He suggested this stem cell transplant” I speak softly “and they need a donor, the problem is… it can only be someone from the same… bloodline”

Again, silence, I take the guitar that was laying on my lap and put it on its base, feeling a little more comfortable and light. So I could finally think properly.

“But she’s an orphan, isn’t she?” Ashton is the first one to speak, sounding confused.

“That’s why I hired a detective” I say like it’s totally obvious. “They have to be somewhere! What if she has siblings?”

“Yeah” Michael says in a loud chuckle “What if her mother is or was a drug addict and her dad is the dealer? Dude, you do realize that they could be dead, right?”

“Or in jail” Calum says blankly

“Or very old” Ashton continues “in fact, what if she has no siblings at all?”

“They could still be donors” I fight, starting to feel like my friends were calling me an idiot already when I haven’t even started to explain my plan “I am running out of options here, and I can afford to pay a detective to do all the dirty work while I work on other things”  

They seem to still try to process all of it. Not only because one of their friends was dying and I am doing all I can to save the love of my life, this is too hard to process.

“When are you telling her?” Michael asks with concern. I could see on his face how this news has affected him badly, He and (Y/n) are pretty close, and I can’t imagine how torn he must be.

“I don’t know” I shake my head and brushing my fingers on my hair “maybe if he finds something.. ” I say softly and sigh one more time “I guess I will have to go to Australia for a while if he finds something”  

Michael sighs in frustration  "and what are you going to say? ‘Babe, I am going to Australia for who knows how long, hope you get better’ you dumb ass"  

“Calm down” Calum murmurs

“No!” Michael exclaims “Luke, how can you not tell her something like this? This is her family who you’re trying to find, she deserves to know”  

“I know, but think about it” I argue “she’s probably going to say no to this, I probably  know her better than she knows herself, she is going  to hate me if she finds out I’m trying to find her relatives”

“Oh C'mon” Ashton says “how do you know? Is for her own good, isn’t it?”

“Yeah but” he says “l know she’s going to be mad, I mean, they abandoned her”

Michael sighs and shakes his head “one of them can be her donor, she needs to know” he pushes it

“And she will know when I have a certain proof that someone in that family is alive!” I exclaim in frustration, no longer being able to contain myself, my best friends judging my decision was the only thing I wasn’t expecting from them “is the best I can do for now, I would appreciate if you guys could support me a little”

They all look at me with serious looks, this was probably one of the hardest decisions I have made and I was not risking it when her life is in game.

“I’m just saying, if you keep doing all of these behind her back nothing will end up well” Michael groans getting up from his seat and putting his stuff aside. “I’m leaving” he announces

I frown and ask “where?” He was clearly not in the mood to be anywhere near me right now, seeing that we were arguing about one of his girl best friend, he looked mad.

“Hospital” he groans, turning around and just leaving the room without even saying goodbye. The room goes silent.

Ashton is nodding for some reason, but before I could just get up and leave he talks to me “Michael has a point, you know?” He says “it’s her family, if they’re even around anymore, she deserves to know your plans”

I barely hear what he says to me but my reaction is as simple as it can be, I roll my eyes and get up, mumble a “fuck off” and leave, not without saying “I’ll finish my part of the song by tomorrow” to then leave the studio as fast as I could.  

I am on the right track, this is what I need to do, and I will find her family even if I have to quit my job for it. My girlfriend will not die, not from this.

Little anecdote from me:

Today, I was once again reminded how much a single kind gesture can mean and change.

School was long and troublesome again – too many exams, not enough breaks. Everyone’s mood was at it’s lowest, nobody was listening to the teachers anymore, and the teachers kept punishing the whole class for it, instead of simply punishing the troublemakers. By the end of it, I was tired, hurting, and just wanted to go home. 

Bad luck that I had missed my bus because of the teacher keeping us (as punishment) and had to wait in the cold.

Deciding that I had to go inside somewhere before I froze to the ground, but not wanting to go back into the school (bad memories) I entered a bakery next to the bus stop.

People where almost squashing each other, customers yelling for the employees to hurry up, and I almost regretted going inside. But I was here already, and hungry, so I went to look for something to eat. Perhaps that would cheer me back up again.

And then I saw something that made me do a double-take – star-shaped chocolate cookies, as big as my hand. But instead of just a plain cookie like the others around it, these ones had a smile painted onto them with chocolate and frosting. A big, toothy grin, eyes squeezed shut, and beneath the smile was a little writing saying “Hello nice person!”

It was nothing big, but it was so unexpected and cute, I couldn’t help myself and chuckled, shaking my head at the funny little thing.

And right then, one of the employees spotted me and came over to take my order. A young woman, not much older than me, looking just as tired and annoyed as the others – no wonder, considering the way the customers just kept screaming and yelling and insulting.

Without thinking, I lifted one of the cookies up and all but beamed at her, telling her, “These are really cute! Can I have one of these, please?”

Her annoyed expression faltered, mouth half open in order to ask me what I wanted, and she literally blinked owlishly at me. After a moment – I already thought that she thought me weird or rude – she said, stunned, “You like them?”

Now it was my turn to stare. I assured her that I loved these little things. How could I not?

Other customers didn’t like them, she explained, they thought it too childish, at least for adult customers.

“Probably that wasn’t my best idea,” she added, much like an afterthought.

I interrupted her before she could take my order, asking her what she meant with that. Had she made these cookies herself?

She shrugged, clearly feeling uncomfortable. “The faces and the little message… that was my idea. Customers are always so stressed out when they come here, so I wanted to give them something to smile about.”

Again, she shrugged, her whole stance saying that that hadn’t worked out as well as she had thought.

I couldn’t believe what I heard, wondering who had told her so. Sure, it was nothing big, but…

“I had a really shitty day today,” I told her, searching for her gaze as she typed everything in the system and waited for the receipt. “But seeing that little smiley face and that hello? That really made me smile. I don’t feel nearly as bad as before. So, thank you. I love your idea.”

She stopped, looking up at me. And after a moment, she finally smiled for the first time. “That’s… that’s great.”

I grinned at her and decided, “You know what? I would like to have two of these.”


“Yep. Two smiling faces for me, please.”

She changed the order, still looking surprise by me sudden change of mind. When she handed me the cookies and I gave her the money, I handed her one of the smiling cookies back. As she stared at it, I explained, “I want you to have that one. You look like you could use some smiling faces yourself.”

And, lo and behold, she really started laughing aloud at that. In the midst of the loud bakery full of stressed out and rude customers, even though she was tired, she laughed, and looked so much healthier than before because of it.

And I felt so much better than before, too.

And now, sitting here and nibbling at my cookie, I think – it’s so awesome how much little things can mean, right?

That nice woman had decided that she wanted to make people who came into the bakery smile, so she put up some effort and did something thoughtful and funny like smiling cookies who say hello to you when you come in.

And me? I decided to tell her that I really liked her idea. Nothing more. Just told her that her idea is nice and helped me.

Both of us didn’t do much. We were just being nice. And yet, it helped so much. It changed so much. For both of us.  

Long story very short – don’t underestimate how much one kind gesture can mean. It doesn’t have to be anything big, or expensive. Just be nice to people. Smile at them. Tell them when they do something well.

It will change a great deal. And sometimes, perhaps, you could really help someone with even the smallest kind gesture towards them.