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Words Written on Your Wrist | Part 4 | Soulmates! Spencer Reid x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Soulmates! Spencer Reid x reader

Requested: Nope, I just figured I’d jump on the soulmate band wagon

Requests: OPEN

Part 4/?

Words: 3845

Summary: 8 months after you confess to your soulmate that he is, in fact, your soulmate, things go south, and feelings fade. Will you be able to fix things before time runs out?

A/N: Woah two chapters in less than 24 hours, I spoil you all. Prepare for your heart strings to get pulled! Feedback is greatly appreciated. Feel free to reblog.

“Spencer, we’ve talked about this,” You snap, leaning against the table in his kitchen with your arms crossed protectively over your chest. “I want to take this slow, it doesn’t matter if we’re soulmates, I just want to bide our time and take slow steps.”

             “We’re obviously meant to spend the rest of our lives together, Y/N, I just don’t see why a ring around our fingers would make a big difference in comparison.” His voice was raised in frustration, his hands up in the air.

             You and Spencer had had this argument a few times before, but never more than minor bickering, nowhere near the bull blown fight you were having at the moment. He wanted to get married, but in your mind, getting married after only dating for eight months, soulmates or not, was irresponsible. You knew he was worried he might lose you, you didn’t think he was ever quite sure that you were in this for the long run, considering your first response to finding out you were soulmates was to hide it.

             “Spencer getting married is a huge step that I am not ready to take.” You say firmly, standing your ground. You saw something change on his face, his frustrated expression dropped to a glare, something you had rarely seen on his features. He was normally very gentle and understanding with you, but you knew this was something that was important to him, and it touched a nerve when you refused to wed him.

             “Why, because you still want to keep your options open considering you didn’t even want me in the first place?” He snapped, “Or because you’re still in love with someone who’s been dead for a dozen years?”

             Your eyes dropped to the floor, filling with tears. “How dare you, Spencer Reid.”

             Realizing what he said he quickly tried to back track, apologizing and saying it was just in the heat of the moment and he didn’t mean it. You only turned and walked out of his apartment, door slamming behind you. He didn’t follow.

             You slammed your hands against the steering wheel as you sat in your flat’s apartment complex. Why did this have to happen? Things were just fine the way they were, you both were happy, or at least, you thought you both were. Trudging up to your apartment you dreaded work the next day. The downside of working with profilers was that they could always tell when something was wrong. You decided that a long shower and sleep would help you feel better in the morning.

             The next morning you went into work early, finding only Prentiss there.

             “Good morning,” You smile at her as you set your bag down and drape your coat over the back of your chair.

             “You’re early,” She commented, looking up from her computer.

             “As are you, what’s up?” You gracefully deflect as you sit down and log into your own computer.

             “Eh, didn’t sleep well so I figured I might as well be working if I can’t sleep.” She shrugged, “Hey, where’s Boy Wonder, don’t you two normally car pool?”

             It was your turn to shrug this time, “Didn’t feel like it this morning.”

             “Uh oh, trouble in paradise.”

             You glance around to make sure no one was there before you responded. “He wants to get married, I am not ready for it. We’ve been dating for eight months, I think that’s too soon for such a big of a step.”

             Emily’s eyebrows raised, “Wow, I’m sorry, that’s a rough one, I don’t know what to tell you.” Emily and you had gotten close since you joined the team, and you really enjoyed her presence. But sometimes she was a little short in the advice department.

             A bit later the rest of the team showed up, Spencer included. When he walked in he had is sleeved rolled up to his elbows due to the hot weather, and you frowned when you realized that he was only wearing his watch on this left wrist. Ever since you had started seeing each other, he had taken to wearing your bracelet, the one you previously wore to hide you’re the words written on your right wrist. Though he wore it on his left, right above his watch. Your felt like there was a weight on your chest when you saw he wasn’t wearing it, he always wore it, even when you got into arguments in the past. Before he could notice your staring, you turned your attention to paperwork, quickly occupying your mind so you didn’t have to think of the pain you were feeling right now.

             Emily was so far the only one who had really noticed something was different between the two of you, probably since it was a paperwork day and you didn’t have to interact as much. But soon you began feeling groggy and were graving your favorite drink so you got up to go get some from the break area. You were about to enter when you heard two voices, one belonging to your soulmate and the other to Morgan.

             “Hey kid, somethings up, what’s wrong? Fight with the wife?” Morgan teased, nudging Reid with his elbow as he poured coffee. You cursed him for his callous word choice. You assume Spencer nodded because it was Morgan’s voice that you heard again. “What happened?”

             “I uh, I want to get married, she doesn’t.” Your blood boiled when he stopped there, leaving out the part where he metaphorically went for your throat. You didn’t listen anymore, turning around and going back to your desk in anger.

             It continued like this for a couple of days. You didn’t speak to each other unless you had to in relation to work, and you thanked the universe that you didn’t have to go anywhere for a case and spend a lot of time in close quarters with him. You spent a lot of time either sleeping or in the shower, staring down at your wrist and wondering what you should do. It was only a few days after the incident that, as you rinsed the suds off under the water that you noticed that the shade of black that the words were written in were now a dark slate grey. Your heart pounded in your chest and you almost slipped on the slick floor as you scrambled out of the shower to see it in better light. You still had no clue as to why it had faded the first time, you had never heard of the script fading unless the person’s soulmate had died, and then it turned white on the person’s skin. You swore as you stood there, dripping water onto your bathroom floor as you inspected your right wrist. Sure enough, it had faded slightly, it was barely noticeable, but it was there. Drying off, you wondered if Spencer saw it too.

             The next day at work you wore a long sleeve shirt and made sure never to roll your sleeves up, the last thing you needed was someone seeing the grey writing and say something. You noticed Spencer wore his sleeves down as well. You were there first again, and when you saw him walk in the room you made eye contact. Neither of you looked away, holding it, as if daring the other to be the first to break it. Spencer looked to the ground first, as if guiltily. ‘That’s right. Feel guilty.’ You thought angrily, he had to right to bring Veronica into this and he knows it. You had no reason to apologize, you justified to yourself, he was the one who crossed a line and didn’t respect you when you said you weren’t ready for something. But it was later when you got up to the bathroom and you had to roll your sleeves up to wash your hands, you panicked. The words were lighter. Feeling like your throat was closing up and seeing stars in your vison, you knelt down on the floor, holding onto the sink. You were interrupted by JJ walking into the bathroom, looking a bit startled when she found you on the floor.

             “Are you okay?” She asked, her tone laced with worry as she knelt down next to you.

             “Yeah, just got super dizzy all of a sudden.” You lie easily as you pulled down your sleeves discretely.

             “We have a case, and it’s bad, we’re briefing on the plane. You sure you’re okay?” She asks, gently running her hand on your back and helping you stand.

             You smile reassuringly and nod, hoping she believed your lie.

             “This woman, Abby Jones, was taken while running a park. This is the fourth this year.” Garcia said from over the video camera.

             “Why are we only being called in now?” JJ asked, frowning.

             “Because they have been weeks apart and from different jurisdictions.” The peppier blonde responded. “He seems to keep them a while before he kills them.”    

             “That’s comforting, it means we hopefully have more time,” Reid said next.

             “Unless our presence puts more pressure on him.” Morgan said with a sigh.

             “They’re white so that means he most likely is, based on how the bodies were laid, it shows he doesn’t feel remorse. They were dumped like garbage. Signs of sexual assault. I think he’s a sexual sadist. Has there been a press conference yet?” You ask, looking over the file.

             “No, JJ, why don’t you set one up when we land. Prentiss, Y/N, I want you two to go over victimology. Reid, geographical profile, Morgan and Rossi, crime scenes.

             After you landed everyone went their separate ways.      

             “Garcia,” You sing song into your phone before putting it on speaker. “I need you to run credit card information for all of the women the nights before they were reported missing.”

             “Hmm. It seems 2 of the victims went to the same bar the night before.” She said after typing a moment.

             “So, he prowls the bar looking for blonde women in their 20’s, keeps them for a week, tortures and rapes them, then dumps their bodies in the forest. Reid, what’s the makeup of the geographical profile?” You ask, biting your lip in though.

             He frowned at you calling him by his last name, “It seems mostly all suburban,”

             “So, he either has a secondary location or some form of soundproofing.” Prentiss says.

             “This kind of behavior doesn’t show up overnight, Garcia, look at sex offenders or men with a history of violence that either have other properties or have bought materials that could be used to build a dungeon type thing. Prentiss, want to check out that bar and see if anyone remembers our vics?” You ask as you hang up with Garcia. Prentiss nods, grabbing her coat.

             When you arrive, you ask the bartender if she noticed anything while showing her the pictures of all the victims. After she looked them over she told you that the last one still had to pay her tab, and that she recognized two others, one of which hadn’t paid with a credit card. “Did you notice the same guy hanging on them at all?” You ask, but she didn’t, leaving you at least with the information of where he found all the women.          

             “Hey, Hotch, all the women were at a bar called Jay’s the night they before they were reported missing.” Prentiss says as you two return to the local precinct.

             “Good. It’s getting late, we should get some rest and then pick up where we left off. Garcia came up with some names of offenders who have properties that could hold victims for a week, we should look into those first thing tomorrow morning.” Hotch says before dismissing everyone.

             The next morning you, Morgan, and Reid were instructed to go talk to the first victim’s roommate, Daniel Cornell. When the three of you knocked on the door and introduced yourselves, you were invited in.

             “When did you notice that Kelly was missing?” You ask, sitting on the couch with Morgan and Reid on either side of you. You didn’t like sitting so close to him. You felt the urge to reach out and touch him, take his hand, or move so your thighs at least brushed each other. After a moment, Spencer shifted and his knee bumped yours and you figured he felt it as well. It had been about a week since you had last been together, and you were aching to touch him, talk to him, anything. His sleeves were covering his right wrist but you could see the watch on his left, your bracelet still missing.

             “Well, we went to the bar together and I thought she left with someone so I brought someone home, when she wasn’t here the next morning I knew something was wrong.” He explained solemnly.  

             “Why were you at the bar that night?” Morgan asks this time.

             “I had just been dumped by a long-term girlfriend so Kelly wanted to take me out. I know it’s not my fault but I can’t help but wonder.”

             “There is nothing you could have done to prevent this, Daniel, it’s the man who did this’ fault. I can tell you we’re doing all we can to catch him.” Spencer assured the boy.

             Daniel frowned, “How close are you to catching him?”

             “I can’t say for sure but you agreeing to talk to us is helping.” Morgan spoke up.

             “Did you leave the bar with anyone that night?” You ask.

             “Yeah, her names Rachel, she already confirmed with the police that she was here.”

             “What time did she leave?”

             “I don’t remember, this was all a while ago.” Daniel stammers, which confuses you, it was completely reasonable not to remember, so why is he so nervous?

             You glance around the house, there were pictures of the man sitting across from you and another woman, a lot of them. She was blonde, meanwhile Daniel’s hair was very dark, so you didn’t think that they could be siblings. You also noticed a few of the pictures’ glass was shattered. “Who is that with you in all the photos?”

             The man flushes, looking at them as well, “That’s my ex, the one that broke up with me.”

             You frown at this, and you notice Spencer does as well. He was the first victim’s roommate, which means that she was murdered months ago, if they were out at the bar because this woman broke up with him, why does he still have photos with her up in his house?

             “Excuse me, I’m going to get some water, would you like anything?” He asks, standing up and going into the other room when you all said no thank you.

             “Call Garcia and ask if he has a record,” You whisper to Morgan, your stomach churning with mistrust of the situation. “I don’t trust him.”

             “Y/L/N, the police cleared him, but I’ll do it,” He said with a sign, pulling out his phone and standing up to walk out of ear shot.

             “I don’t know Morgan, I don’t like him either,” Spencer confirmed, glancing at you.

             “Woah, okay, she says she has a juvenile record that’s been sealed, she’s trying to work on unsealing it now.” Morgan came back after a moment to whisper the news before going back to the other room.

             You frowned, knowing something was off about the kid. “Where did he go, it doesn’t take that long to get water.” You comment after a few minutes’ pass, you and Spencer stand up at the same time and your hand goes to your belt. As you do, Daniel comes clamoring back into the room, a gun raised and pointing at you and Spencer. Before you can reach your gun, a deafening shot rang out in the small living room and before you knew what you were doing you side stepped in front of Spencer, arms out.

             You register the wetness on your chest and the hardness of the floor as you fall before the pain. You hear Morgan’s shouts and another gunshot but it all seems in the background.  

             “Y/N,” You hear Spencer say as his face comes into vision, “Y/N, look at me,” You note that his voice is higher, like it always gets when he’s upset. The pain felt like an explosion in your chest, but at the same time, like it was far away, as if the searing pain didn’t belong to you. “Just hold on, medics are on their way.”

             “Is he dead?” You ask, trying to see where the second shot went.

             “No, no, Morgan hit his arm, he’s cuffed, Y/N look at me.” Reid says quickly, touching your face with one hand and pushing pressure on the wound with the other. “Oh my god, there’s so much blood, why did you have to do that? Why did you step in front of me?” He whispers, switching to using both hands to put pressure on your chest.

             “How bad is it?” You ask, wincing at the pressure.

             “Don’t move.” He instructs, him ignoring the first question was answer enough. “Morgan where is the ambulance?”

             “It’s on it way. Hang in there, Y/N.” You hear Morgan say, but your eyes are too fixed on Spencer’s face to see where he is.

             “Spencer,” You say, a bit dizzy from the loss of blood, your eyes feeling droopy, “You’re really pretty, you know that?”

             “Thank you, Y/N, now look at me, keep your eyes open. Morgan, where is the medic?” Reid shouts.

             “I’ve missed you, I’ve missed your touch, and your pretty face, and you.” You fight to keep your eyes open but you register the sound of sirens coming closer. “Spencer, your wrist.” You comment, watching as the grey outline of your neat handwriting on his wrist was slowly bleeding away to reveal his skin tone.

             Morgan was holding onto Cornell as they wait for the police to arrive. You could barely keep your eyes open and your extremities felt cold when you heard the medics come in. Spencer tells Morgan he’s going to ride to the hospital, and to find out if Daniel had any properties that he could be hiding Abby at.

             Spencer held your hand in the ambulance as the EMTS rushed to stop the bleeding. The last thing you remember hearing is Spencer telling you he loves you and how sorry he was for trying to push you into marriage when you weren’t ready; the last thing you remember seeing was his almost blank right wrist as his hand held yours.

             When you wake up, everything is hazy and your head is pounding. The lights seem far too bright and your chest hurts, though not as much as you remember it hurting. Groaning, you try to sit up, only to feel someone stop you, pressing gently to your shoulders.

             “Hey, it’s me, you’re okay, don’t move.” Spencer says as you ease back into the mattress.

             “I feel like I was hit by a bus.” You groan, fluidly taking one of his hands from your shoulder and lacing your fingers with his.

             “You were shot in the chest, it missed your heart by a centimeter, barely, it’s a-a miracle your survived.” Spencer said softly, squeezing your hand. “I thought you were going to die.”

             “Did they find Abby?” You ask quickly, memories of the incident coming back.

             “Yeah, apparently, Daniel’s parents had a cottage in the woods where the victims were all dumped. We missed it because he wasn’t a suspect, since all his past crimes that would suggest this type of behavior were sealed. When Kelly came home the next morning he took her and then reported her missing to avert suspicion.”

             “I’m glad they found her. Where’s the rest of the team?” It seemed so natural, the two of you together here, hands intertwined, it almost made you forget about what he had said in the fight. Almost.

             “They’re probably asleep, it’s only around 5:30 am.” Spencer laughed, pointing towards the clock before his expression turned somber. “I’m sorry for what I said about Veronica, I really am. I was just frustrated. I felt like someone that getting married would secure you with me and I wouldn’t lose you. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. Please forgive me.”

             “I forgive you,” You say softly, running your thumb lightly over the back of his hand. Glancing down at your intertwined hands you were greeted with the sight of your bracelet just above his watch, as it normally was before the fight. But you weren’t home, which meant he still brought it with him, even if he didn’t wear it.

             “You’re wearing my bracelet again.” Looking up at him, you smile.

             “I kept it with me this last week,” He affirmed, returning your smile though his was more bashful and shy. You studied his face for a moment, noting the dark circles under his eyes and his pale complexion. It was then you remember the last thing you said to him before your world went black. You quickly overturned your wrist, and let out a sigh of relief when you saw that his awful handwriting was in the midnight black ink again.

             “Spencer, ask me.” You say suddenly, snapping your head to look at him.

             He frowned in confusion at first, a little bewildered by your sudden movements. Once he realized what you were talking about, Spencer grinned, crouching down next to your hospital bed, facing you with your hand still in his. You stared down at him, not looking up when you noticed movement at the door.

             “Y/N, will you marry me?” He licked his lips before he asked, taking a deep breath you knew was to calm his nerves.

             “Yes, a thousand times, yes.” You grinned, tears filling your eyes as you pulled him up to kiss him. You heard clapping, and after pulling away from Spencer you saw that it was the team who had just walked in the door.  Spencer and you were showered in congratulations and hugs, and you were given condolences and get wells.

The doctor said that they wanted to keep you at least another couple days to make sure everything was alright before they sent you home, and Spencer made sure he rarely left your side throughout those days.

“I love you, Spencer.” You said one night before falling asleep. Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as you spoke. Your eyes trained on his face as he turned his head to look at you.

“I love you, Y/N.” Spencer said, his voice as quiet as yours and his face tender, squeezing your hand.

You had said it before, more times than you could count or remember, though if you asked your soulmate he probably would know. But for some reason, under the dimmed florescent lights of the hospital room, him laying in the pullout chair next to you, both of your arms hanging off the sides of the mattresses to hold hands, it felt so right.

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Chris Evans Fic: Anticipation (NSFW)

So I’ve written this, in a struggle, during a horrid bout of writers’ block. Given the request, this should not have been so difficult to write and definitely shouldn’t have taken so long. It’s done now though so sorry for the delay and hopefully I’ve seen the back of pesky writers’ block!

Can you do a cute Chris Evans one of him inviting you over to his house for the first time and youre nervous because yall haven’t taken the relationship sexually yet? Thanks!


‘Gracie, help! This is a code red. I repeat: code red,’ you left the voicemail on your best friend’s number as you hurried through the city streets to your apartment, the heels you wore to work clacking against the pavement.

You finally, finally reached your building and fumbled with the three locks on the front door. You took the stairs two at a time - nothing short of a miracle in your office-appropriate pencil skirt - and had your key ready for the next three locks on your apartment door. You kicked your heels off as you rushed through to your bedroom, flinging your handbag down on your bed, tugging your blouse out of your skirt’s waistband and over your head, not even bothering to undo the buttons. You unzipped your skirt and let it fall to the floor, stepping out of it as you walked through to the master bath, switching the shower on just as you heard your phone ring.

You ran to answer it, responding without even so much as a hello.

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Okay I know we all love this scene already, but aaah. I just have to pin point the moments I love.

- How plainly obvious it is that Tina is so taken with him! Like when Newt starts saying “Well it’s been…” and he doesn’t even finish before she eagerly adds “Hasn’t it?” and she’s all big smiles and 100% different from when Newt first met her!
- Newt’s reaction to her quick response! He just looks at her kinda surprised? And he doesn’t even say anything more to it. As if he’s not quite sure how he had such an effect on her?
- The way Tina’s voice breaks. She is SO full blown emotional She just really don’t want him to go and it breaks my heart.
- Newt is still not quite keeping eye contact for long.
- “I can’t think of anybody I’d rather have investigating me” *grimace* Instant classic, awkwardly hitting on Tina without intenting to.
- “Quiet life for me now” okay so this just reminds me of Bilbo Baggins at the end of the first Hobbit movie saying he believes the worst is over now. Because HA HA there’s four more f*cking movies coming Newt and you live and breathe trouble whether you intend to or not!
- “And I’ll look out for it! Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them” and Newt looks her dead in the eye!! She just hit the jackpot right there!
- “Does Leta Lestrange like to read?” and he bloody hell says who! Who? The very woman they talked about days earlier. The same woman that has him hurting. That’s a huge thing for him to have a memory slip there. He’s found his giver! Not to mention Tina’s voice breaks when she brings her up.
- “People change” and Tina’s breathless “Yes.” 
- Newt being distracted by the ship soon to be leaving and Tina just struggling to keep her tears back. It just… ugh my heart.
- And don’t tell me Newt brushing a strand of her hair back isn’t better than a kiss in this moment? YES I ship them and YES I can’t wait for their relationship to start, but I HATE movies that forces love. This is so much more effective and fitting for these two. A slow start, but no less romantic and absolutely sweet. If there’s one thing this movie is it’s sweet and I think everyone needed a movie like this right now. Which included a slow burn relationship..
- Newt is not good at goodbyes. He leaves quite abruptly twice and you know it’s because it’s difficult for him to let her go. He just have to do it quick. It’s why he stops a last time before entering the ship, but can’t afford to look back. 
- He struggles to look at her when he’s in doubt of whether she wants him to come back. If she truly wants him. Only when she does show interest does he meet her eyes again. Like when she says the title of his future book because she gets him and now when she very much wants him back in her life.
- HER SMILE. It’s so beaming and sunshiny and nothing hurts while everything hurts at the same time
- He’s still not quite able to understand how he earned her affections. Like when he first looks at her he really looks at her as if he’s trying to figure it out.
- And he’s off and it’s all bittersweet because it hurts seeing him go, but she’ll see him again and she makes that little happy hop because she’s in love.

Okay that got a lot longer than intended, but you should really study this scene because Eddie and Katherine are just amazing with their acting. Their expressions and small details. Wow. Just focus on Tina in one go, then Newt the next. They are just brilliant. For someone who’s not much of a shipper in general it’s a big effing deal for him how deep I am in this Newtina ship <3

First Impressions (Part 2)

Prompt: Imagine your friend, Anthony Mackie, brings you with him to an event and introduces you to his friend, Sebastian, who’s blown away by you. He immediately starts flirting and acting silly because you make him nervous and he just wants to impress you

Warnings: flirting (adult style), language (always, with me, come on)

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Notes: If anyone has kids or wives out of the celebrities mentioned, in this universe, they sort of don’t exist….Just for the sake of keeping it concise. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (because shes perfectly amazing) and I could NOT, not, just not have done any of this at all without my amazing girl, @amarvelouswritings

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Sebastian Stan Tag: @nedthegay @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange @buenostardissherlock

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First Impressions Tag: @goodnightwife


A week had passed since you met Sebastian, Chris, and Bee. Bee was an absolute delight and you and her were becoming best friends quickly as you texted each day about the trials of being actresses. You sent funny snaps back and forth about being in hair and makeup, staying up late to learn lines, the typical actress life.

You were now at an interview for Jimmy Kimmel live. One, for promoting the movie you just started directing, second, to announce that you had been chosen for the newest Marvel movie. Just as you emerged from the dressing room to await for your announcement, you ran into Sebastian.

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WestAllen Fic:

Title: her own finite time
Pairing/Characters: Iris/Barry
Rating: Explicit
Word Count:  2481  

Summary: God damnit the world is a so dark lately, if she can pry some small spark of joy out of it in half an hour with her amnesiac fiancé doing something a little unwise on her apartment floor, then she’s not turning down the opportunity. 

An extension of the scene in 3x21 when amnesiac!Barry rediscovers his powers, because he and Iris totally had sex right after that, guys.


“You kissed me and gave me super powers,” Barry is sitting on the floor looking at Iris like she just sprouted wings.

“No, that’s – no,” Iris gently grasps his shoulders, “you got your speed from a particle accelerator explosion. I… just set it off.”

Barry looks unconvinced. “What’s a particle accelerator?”

She has literally no idea how to explain that to him. “We should get you back to Star Labs – Cisco can take you through all this stuff, I’ll call him now – ”

She’s working on getting to her feet and remembering where she put her phone before he kissed her, when Barry is tugging at her wrist. “Do – do you have to?”

“Have to?”

“Call Cisco? I mean, right now – ?” his ears are colouring, his expression sheepish, “I just… I was kinda enjoying – ”

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Day6 Live and Meet in Toronto :^)

Here’s my fan account as promised !!

The members came out one by one and I had a fxxking heart attack every time one of them came out… the screams that left me …. unholy lmao.

They sang a few songs (I can’t remember which ones. I was too excited 😭 Plus my seat was right in line with where Sungjin was standing so rip I was distracted). Their voices were amazing! Even better than the recordings… especially Brian whoaaa. I was slain. 😱😱😱

Then the games and Q&A started. I can’t remember all of them but I’ll try !!

Jae got the pop the balloon game and was Not About It since it involved hugging his members to make the balloons pop so he tried to switch the game, but the MC wouldn’t let him 🙅 Jae made it real quick with the popping to get it over with lol. The MC asked how the other members felt about getting their hugs and Sungjin was like “Wow he’s a Man!!” bzhnnshddjdbdkd idek. Jae also kept mentioning how he feels like A Real Musician now and that he couldn’t believe it was at all possible to tour in North America so successfully. He was meme-y through out. Even dabbed when we were singing the jeopardy theme song 😂😂

Wonpil had to play the mystery box game at one point and was so hesitant and scared. He kept asking what the thing was and the members would be like “NO YOU TELL US WHAT IT IS!!!” Anyway after a bunch of that, he got it right (a fur scarf. Brian thought it was a fox though lmao). He was supposed to only have 30 seconds to guess… but it took like over 5 minutes 😂😂. He was very very cute. His thank you speeches were so long and heartfelt 😭

Dowoon was asked about why he drums or something like that and he said it’s helped him with his blushing? Idk 😂 He was very cute. At one point a fan screamed that she loved him and he gave a very awkward thumbs up. It was so great 😂😂

Brian was really excited to be back in Toronto. Couldn’t even believe how much had changed since he’d been here last. That so many people came and all that. He tried to avoid some of the games lmao. Oh and there was a bingo game and everyone wanted him to pick 6 (for day6 and because Toronto is also known as The Six. Idk why okay. It just is lol), but he ended up going with 2 and felt bad about it 😂

I’m a horribly biased person and rmemeber the most about Sungjin… rip. He was just so great throughout. His face was so expressive lmao. Like you could tell exactly what he was thinking 😂😂. He also like busted a few moves during the jeopardy songs and during their performances… he was so so soooo cute. At one point he got asked what he was in a previous life and he said a king… but then changed it to dictator king and made this like idk dictator stance and expression ??? Anyway he said he’s the dictator of his group… and the MC asked the members if it was true… they like … were silent lmao. Then Jae got up (like a comedian of course lmao) and explained Everything. How where they eat depends on what Sungjin wants. They’ll ask him what he wants and he’ll say that anything is okay, but then rejects all options - with no reason at all 😂😂 (buddy SAME). Sungjin was like !!!! You should know what I want by now !! It’s been years !! Also like when they were playing another game (hackey sack game), Sungjin said he hit it 4 times (he actually did 3 how sneaky 😂😂). He was fighting the MC about it so the MC asked the crowd and we said it was 4 😂😂. He also had to sing a song about Toronto (in English!!). His voice was beautiful my heart eyes were huge. Imeantheywerethewholetimebutevenmoresocough.

After a bit of the games and Q&A, they played a video of them in Toronto while they got ready to preform again. It was weird seeing them in places I’ve been before lol. Omg at one point in the video Sungjin sang hotline bling and Brian was like “Who used to call you? That’s right! ME!” 😂😂

They then performed a few songs. I was blown away again drjsfbdjjdbd. But then they stopped the music because Brian’s bass got unplugged so he had been pretending to play it for the last few songs 😂😂😂. While we were waiting for everything to be fixed they all said how they felt about being here and how they felt about the tour being over. They were all very thankful and kept mentioning on how surprised they were that people showed up for the concerts. Brian was like “I know Toronto has my back !!!” Then they played the two last songs.

Before they left though they were like heyo if you scream encore we’ll come back ;))) so we did and they came back as promised. They went wild. Brian went into the crowd and Sungjin was dancing all over the stage. They thanked us again then left for real 😭😭

Theeeeeen it was time for high touch. When I was in line my legs were fxxking shaking okay. When it was my turn Sungjin was the first you got to meet. I saw him and I just. Idek. He was glowing and so so sooo beautiful and handsome. Radiant even. Wow. I looked right into his eyes and eeeeee they were so pretty and he was so enthusiastic about the high five. He just one of those people that glows. Then Brian was next and like wow all of a sudden I was looking into his eyes and it took a second to process (because ffs I had just met loml Sungjin). But when it processed that I was looking at Brian I just idek it was A Lot. He was so very pretty. Both him and Sungjin were quite broad I was shook dhnsbdjdd. Then I can’t remember if it was Jae or Dowoon next, but they were greaaaaat. I looked into both their eyes too 😭😭. Wonpil was last and he was so cute and little I could not handleeeee. Then it was over and I was in shock for like …. well I’m still in shock 😂😂😂. I meant to say something to each of them, but all I could do was smile widely at them omg. Goodness they were all so beautiful aaaaaahhh !!!!

It was one of the best experiences of my life. I would totally see them again 😭💕

{Part 5} I Can Save You // Jay Park

Originally posted by mapleofrph

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Drama // Angst

Summary: Jay gets a long awaited phone call from the person who he’s most worried about.

This scenario contains slight mentions of abuse and manipulative behaviour.

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For the next few days, you hardly even left your bed other than to use the bathroom or to sit down with your family for a meal. Even at that, you didn’t really have much of an appetite. You felt like a wounded lioness – hurt from the hunt while still trying to protect her family.

Key had called you once, asking you how you were and acting like nothing was wrong – like he didn’t cause you severe physical pain and make serious threats against you and your family.

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There’s been some talk lately about Symmetra as a Dungeons and Dragons dungeon master and that has me thinking about Overwatch as just this giant tabletop game set up by this group of friends, with Symmetra as their long-suffering GM

Just, Satya who got roped into this whole thing and decided, well, if I’m going to do this I’m going to do it right.  The campaign is perfect.  She has this fantastic adventure set up, knows all the minutiae of the story, has this long string of clues and exploring required to lead you into the quest.  This is all supposed to take place in a futuristic world so she creates backstory, and different factions, and conflict – it’s amazing.  It should involve the characters reforming a fallen organization called Overwatch, and eventually lead to unraveling the mystery of some hidden “Eye” organization that’s pulling the threads from the background.

And so of course instead of doing this her friends immediately go and fuck right off.


Winston’s never played one of these games before so he’s struggling to figure out how he’s supposed to create a character.

Lena: Just do something unique and fun, luv.
Winston: Uh, uh, uh, okay.  Okay, uh, I’m… I’m a gorilla!”
Satya: A gorilla.
Winston: Yeah, but, uh, a talking one!  He’s, uh… a scientist that works for that organization thing.
Satya: Overwatch. And this is sci-fi, not… whatever involves talking monkeys.
Winston: He’s a gorilla.  And he’s a scientist gorilla who was, uh… made out of science.
Satya: …Care to elaborate?
Winston: Sure.  Uh, they made a whole bunch of sentient gorillas.  On the moon.  For science.  And my character was raised by one of the scientists and then when there was a civil uprising–”
Satya [with her face in her hands]: A civil gorilla uprising?
McCree: Sure, ain’t you never seen Planet of the Apes?
Winston: And then when there was a civil uprising, he got away and came down to Earth and joined that team.
Satya: Fine.

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Craving You - Chapter 5

Synopsis: What happens on a plane when you have a full blown panic attack and Jensen Ackles is next to you? 

A/N: Surprise ya’ll, its a couple of day’s early i know, but I wanted to post it. I also want to say a HUGE THANK YOU to Portia at @writersaredreamers for beta’ing this chapter. She has been a HUGE help. (all other mistakes are my own) Also to all of you readers out there, thank you so much for the comments you truly don’t know how much they mean to me. I do have to mention though that this is a completely Alternate Universe for Jensen Ackles and the cast of Supernatural. His job description will be mentioned in a few chapters, but i’m having fun keeping it secret right now, (i now i’m mean, but I cant help myself.) No harm to Danneel or JJ, i love them just the same. I don’t own the GIF’s so thank you creators who do them. My writing is to not be posted on any other site without my consent which I am about to post on Archives hopefully this week. 

Warnings: Panic Attack, comforting, Jensen being sweet, (not that needs a warning) Mention of autism, bullying, foreign film, Shahrukh Khan, fluff, 

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Heathers 2018

So when I saw @princess-has-a-pen​ post about the new Heathers remake I had to look it up for two reasons:

1. I’m a huge fan of the Movie and Musical
2. I had to see the fucking horror show that Spike TV was no doubt going to turn it into.

Now Princess asked in their tags the exact same thing I asked myself when I saw the post:


Well friends, strap yourselves in cuz I’m about to take you for a fucking ride.

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MrImpala67 (ReaderxDean)

Request: Idea! Can I request one where the Dean has a Tumblr and him and the reader start talking through it? And over time, they become good friends and decide to meet, where they get along really well and he tells her what he does and she’s accepting and actually thanks him? And they end up together? Maybe go into some detail about the kind of blog Dean has cause that would be interesting? :)

Warning(s): fluff, smut implication

Words: 2916

Note: Sorry it got kind of long! This was a really cute idea, although Dean probably wouldn’t even know how to work tumblr ;) (Dean’s like 28 here)

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Too Much Pressure (2/3)

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Pairing: danisnotonfire x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 5908 (inc. Part 1) 

Prompt: Dan and reader who is also a YouTuber are at Vidcon (or some convention) and they keep having to spend time apart, the reader is under a lot of stress and its starts to affect their moods, they get angry at each other and decide to sleep in separate rooms but dan can’t keep away from her and it gets all smutty, thanks!

Rubbing your face furiously as you walk, you were determined to stop more tears forming in your eyes.  Hundreds of people were about to see your face, close up on a giant screen and you were known for your upbeat, sarcastic ways. They would all know something was wrong, and they’d most likely link it to your relationship, the last thing you wanted right now was an online shitstorm. In a moment of guilt, you almost run straight back to your hotel room, back into Dan’s arms. Back to that kiss. But your legs carry you forward, so determined to keep you moving you almost miss the elevators. Part of you hoped Dan would come rushing out of the room, meet you at the elevator just like in Pretty Woman, and beg you to stay with him. Tell you he can’t bare to let you leave this way, but as the familiar ‘ding’ of the elevator sounds, you grasp your bottom lip, your fingers where his were just moments ago, and step inside. Next stop, main stage.

As the doors slid open at the ground floor, you are instantly gathered into a warm, pink, flowery hug. Louise.

“I could hear you guys as soon as I left my room”, she mumbled so as not to inform the mixture of convention staff and youtubers milling around of your business. “It’ll be okay. He’s crazy about you”, she squeezes you tight as you sniff against her shoulder. For a non-hugging person, she really knew how to give great ones.

“I’m crazy about him too,” you reply, “But we’ve never shouted at each other like that Lou, I don’t know how to face him later. I don’t want to go back up there is that selfish?” You ask, leaning back so you can see her face. She was always honest with you, sometimes she even put you in your place, but if anyone knew about relationships, it was her.

“Maybe a little selfish,” she says, letting you go and pulling out her make up bag. “If you want my opinion, you should have stayed with him. I’m sure I would have been able to ask myself these interview questions”, she laughs, holding up mascara and a mini blusher.  "But you can stay in my room tonight if you want, and we’ll deal with this situation tomorrow. Right now I’m going to fix your face.“

Her quick make over and hair spruce instantly made you feel better, and after she showed you your reflection in her little compact mirror, you couldn’t even tell yourself that you’d been crying a few minutes ago. The only tell tale signs now, were the ache in your chest and the twisted knot in your stomach, but that could be the nerves too. The sooner this bloody stage thing was over, the better.

A few minutes later, you were standing at the side of the stage next to some of the crew. Louise was in front of you and you could hear her vlogging away on her camera, as jolly as ever. You begin to fiddle with the hem of your shirt, twisting the material in your fingers. The roar of the viewers in front of the stage was almost overwhelming and you wished more than anything for Dan’s soft fingers to intertwine with yours at that very moment. If you hadn’t have argued, he’d be with you now. Telling you it’ll all be okay.

'Text him’ a little voice in your head said, 'Text him you love him, text him anything!’ You obey as you pull out your phone with shaking fingers. He’d want you to text him right? Right? He’s waiting for you to text him. That’s why he hasn’t text you. Surely that’s… That’s what you need to do.

Then, as if she’d read your mind, Louise’s perfectly manicured hand rests on the top of your phone. You look up to see her watching you with concerned eyes and you shuffle on your feet, slightly embarrassed.

"I just w-”

“No Y/N, all the talking you guys need to do has to be face to face. Don’t submit him to texts.” She says in a tone that almost reminds you of your mother, but you know she’s right. Her fingers grip around the top of your phone and she casually prises it from your hand, and places it down her dress and into her bra. Crap.

“You’re not having it back until you see him.”

“What if he texts me!” You exclaim. Trying your hardest not to grin at Louise, who is standing with a hand on her hip, and her other hand stretched out with a finger pointing at you. A weird shaped phone bulge on her boob.

“Well you won’t be reading it, besides he knows better than that. Try to forget about this now, we have to wow the crowd with our beauty and brains and charm!” She squeals, gripping your hands and clenching her teeth in excitement.

“Give em’ the old razzle dazzle?” You reply, as you know it will make her laugh.

“Exactly!” she giggles. The music suddenly blares and with a turn of her head she strides towards the stage, blonde hair swinging around her back.

Whatever you felt right now, you needed to push it aside for Louise. She deserved a great show. The viewers did too. You were going to go out there and be the best damn interviewer/host VidCon had ever seen! Hopefully…As the roar of the crowd settled slightly, you could hear Louise doing her little introduction.

"Aloha Sprinklerinos!” she says excitedly into the mic. "Wow there’s a lot of you! As you know I much prefer these sort of set ups, because it means more of you get a chance to see me and chat with me, and let’s face it we can have a good old girly gossip. Apologies to any boys out there, don’t worry we can gossip too!”

Laughter ripples through the crowd.

“Okay so today’s thingmabob is basically a casual interview with one of my loveliest friends, and I’m going to get you lot involved with every single question. Sound fun?”

The viewers cheer as one of the stage crew holds a microphone in front of you, and you automatically reach out for it. Here goes.

“Okay guys, please welcome to the stage one of my most favourite people, Y/N  Y/L/N!!”

Music booms through the event hall, signaling your queue to walk. Wobbling legs carry you right on to the stage and to your surprise; you get a cheer as huge as Louise’s. Confidence instantly flows through you as you look out at the crowd, all smiling up at you and you grin back. Dan was right, now you were on the stage, you felt at ease. You almost don’t even know why you felt so tense in the first place. As you take your seat on the stool next to your bubbly blonde friend, and hold your microphone to your lips, something makes you glance back at the side of the stage.

Your breath instantly hitches in your throat as you see a super tall guy, wearing (of course) black skinny jeans and a black jumper, stood awkwardly amongst flitting stage crew. A messy but gorgeous mop of curls on his head and a beautiful, lopsided gentle smile dancing on his lips.

He was right there.

The next half an hour was a complete blur. There were questions, answers, stories, cringing, jokes, laughter, hugs and kisses blown but the entire time, all you could focus on was Dan. However not once did you turn your attention to the side of the stage, where you had seen him right at the start. Who knows how long he stayed, whether he was still there. Are you even 100% sure it was him? Oh God it had to be him. It’s not like he blends in. At this point the hall had pretty much emptied and Vidcon staff were busy sweeping and cleaning for the next event in just a few minutes time. Louise was still sat with you on the stage, however neither of you were facing the wings. You could hear her chatting away to you but who knows how long she’d been doing this for…

“..not even like I PLANNED to say that but it made for a funny story. Ooh and the questions they asked about my cats were great too, you know most people you meet are dog people but really all m… Y/N?”

You snapped your head up and gave Louise an apologetic look. “Sorry, my mind wandered for a bit. I was listening I just… I don’t know I zoned out… for a second. You were talking about your cats?” You nod encouragingly.

Louise sighs and stands up, flicking her blonde hair from her shoulder.

“I guess you saw him standing there too then?” she says.

“Is he still there?” you ask as you stand up too, still not brave enough to turn round.

“I can’t see him. Although I don’t know why you’d be scared of the alternative Y/N, he’s your boyfriend. He loves you, you love him, you argued, you’ll make up, but the only way you’ll do that is if you actually go and SPEAK to him.” Louise says gently, as she places her hand on yours, which is once again twisting the fabric of your shirt.

“I know, I’m going to, it’s just… I don’t know I’m so nervous Lou. It wasn’t like your average relationshippy fight. He’s never seen me that way before and I’ve never seen him cry. I made him cry Lou!” your voice cracks at the end although you are fighting with everything you have not to cry. You’ve still got to make it through the crowds of viewers outside after all.

“Come on”, Louise replies, taking your arm. We’ll go meet the lovely people outside; they’ll make you smile. Or Jack, we’ll go find Jack!” As she tugs you off the stage, you think back to what Dan said earlier. About the amount of time you spend with your cheeky filmmaker friend. You know if Dan see’s you laughing and joking around with Jack right now, it’ll probably crush him. But you allow yourself to be dragged along anyway.

The green room was incredible, and you can’t quite believe how little time you’d spent in there! It seemed all your favourite people had gathered together, squished down in huge beanbags and passing round sweets as you laughed at the little things that had happened to you that day. Well, all your favourite people minus one. Sure enough however, you found yourself squashed up next to Jack, who was trying to take a selfie on his phone.

“Your hair looks fine Jack, you’ve been holding that phone up for a good 10 minutes now, take the picture already!” you laugh as he turns to face you.

“Of course my hair looks fine, my hair looks great! I’m just making sure the background looks good”, he winks, making you laugh again. “Come on, in you get”, he orders as he leans into you, capturing you in the frame of the phone screen. You do your best to give an honest smile as he does his signature silly face and he taps the center button.

“Stunning.” He grins. “Me, not you.”

You lightly punch his arm, “Can you send me that one? I like it.”

“Yeah okay, or I can just put it on Instagram and you can screen shot it?” he replies casually.

“No!” You snap, not so casually. Your mind instantly jumps to Dan. Jack looks up at you quizzically; his thumb paused hovering above the Instagram app.

“I mean nah, I don’t think its Instagram worthy. Look at my hair!” you joke. Trying to lighten your approach. “We’ll take another one later when I’m not all folded over on this beanbag.”

“Okay, I’ll hold you to that.” He states, lightly letting his phone fall to his lap. He then turns to Louise, sitting on his other side and slots into her conversation, which from what you can hear, is not surprisingly about cats.

Minutes sat on those beanbags soon turn to hours, and as everyone starts to stand up and stretch, you realize you’ve spent a good portion of your day avoiding your responsibilities. Well, avoiding Dan. What had he been doing all day? You knew there was a very small chance he’d come to the green room. Any spare time he had was spent with Phil, playing Mario Kart. Which actually, was a painful realization. You couldn’t even spare enough time to be with your boyfriend. Except actually, maybe you could.

“Louise?” you call as you notice her wandering around the sofas. She pads over to you and you try to clamber up from your beanbag, which you were truly engulfed in since Jack stood up. She extends a hand out to you and you take it, allowing her to pull you towards her.

“What’s up?”

“I’m gonna go find Dan.” You say confidently, although inside you can’t really say you felt the same. Louise says nothing, but instead raises her eyebrows. She then lifts up her hand and reaches down her dress, pulling out your phone.

“I know I said I was going to give you this after you spoke to him, but we’re going to go for dinner now, and I expect you’ll want to stay in the hotel?” she hints. “Its been buzzing a few times, I don’t know who’s been texting you. Probably Dom though, you were meant to meet with him an hour ago,” she laughs. You reach out to take your phone, which is very warm, and hurriedly press the button to bring the screen to life. Sure enough, 3 missed calls from your manager, a text from Dodie, around a dozen twitter and instagram notifications which you don’t really bother reading and right at the bottom, almost 3 hours ago, right when the stage event ended, a call from Dan.

You had no idea how long you’d been staring at your phone, you just know it was broken by Louise’s voice.

“Well?” She inquires. “Oh don’t worry about Dom I text him earlier that you’ll have to meet him tomorrow. He won’t mind…” she pauses to let you answer her.

“I think he waited for me after your even Lou. I think he stayed back at the end but… behind the stage. And we left through the doors at the front. I need to go find him.”

“Good plan.” Louise smiles. She then leans forward and plants a pink lipstick-ed kiss on your cheek. “Text me if you need me.” And with that, once again she turns away from you. Blonde hair swinging around her back.

The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. 4th floor, where you were staying. Once again your legs carry you down the long hall, where you pass Phil’s room, then Louise’s room, until you are stood outside the large wooden door of number 407 and it is only once you stop walking that you realize how fast your heart is beating in your chest, and how you can feel the hairs on your neck standing on end. You realize that to most people the nerves you felt right now would seem ridiculous, exaggerated even. But you just loved him so much, that honestly, this argument had almost killed you. The 3 and a half hours you had spent away from him had given you time to calm yourself, time to relax a little, but also time to really truly miss him, his scent, his touch, the feel of his skin on yours. The argument earlier almost felt… necessary, because you realized how selfish you had been these past few months and how far you had actually pushed him away. Now, all of a sudden, all you wanted was to see his face. With that, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your room key, slid it into the lock and with shaking fingers, pushed your way into the room.

Dan was sat on the bed, with his legs crossed and his back leaning up against the headboard. He had his phone in his hand, which he was tapping against the palm of his other hand and you could see his brow was wrinkled. He still had his hobbit hair all messy and he had changed out of his skinny jeans and jumper into a pair of black sweats and his Yeezus t-shirt. Even like this, he was still the hottest boy in the world to you, and seeing him right there and then gave you butterflies. But he didn’t lift his head to look at you.

“Um.. Hi there.” You say, and then curse yourself for being so lame. “I mean uh… Dan? Are you okay? No you’re probably not okay look… I need to talk to you, properly, I need to… I don’t know, apologise again.” You walk a little closer to the bed, still realizing he hadn’t yet looked up at you. “Dan? I know you are probably upset with the way I left things. I know you tried earlier to make me stay, and I should have stayed. God I wish I’d stayed here with you I really do.” Already, you could feel hot tears leaking into your eyes. It was like there was no stopping them. “I don’t want to make this about me though Dan I want to make this about you okay? I love you and I know I’ve treated you like you don’t matter but you DO matter, you’re the one that matters the most to me in the entire world.” You move to stand at the foot of the bed, facing him, and you gently throw your phone and room key onto the duvet in front of you.

“Dan please, I just w-”

“You saw me at the side of the stage Y/N. I know you saw me. I came down to support you. To show you how much I cared. I smiled right at you and you turned away.” He says plainly, still staring down at his phone.

“W-what? Yeah, I know. I saw you but I…”

“I rang you afterwards. I waited for 20 minutes behind the stage until there was no one else around and even though you’d seen me, you didn’t come and find me.” He says again. With each word you feel your stomach twisting. This really wasn’t how you imagined this reunion to go.

“I know Dan, but I thought maybe you’d gone. Louise said she couldn’t see you so I-”

“So you just left, and didn’t bother to even TRY and find me,” he shouts. This time, his head snaps up from staring down at his lap and you instantly see the redness of his cheeks. Was he angry? Upset? Both? How had this situation gotten worse!

“Dan please I’m sorry! I thought about coming to find you, I did! I thought you’d still be upset and I couldn’t bare to see you so upset and its happening again now and I…” you lift your hand up to your forehead as you feel your stomach heaving, and your breath picking up pace. “I just left with Louise.”

“You told me you had loads of video’s to film.” He says, again, oddly calm. You turn to look in the direction his eyes have wandered, and see a full camera and lights set up next to the window of the hotel room. He’d been waiting in the hotel room all day, waiting for you to return to him. “Clearly you had better things to be doing. Better people to be hanging out with for 3 whole hours?”

“N-no Dan it’s not like that!” You stop to see Dan lift up his phone, and turn it to face the screen your way.

“Then what is it like?” he says stiffly. Staring at you as your eyes focus on the phone. Your stomach drops instantly. It’s the photo of you and Jack on the beanbag. Jack had uploaded it anyway.


~to be continued
 (I promise the smut is coming soon!)

R5 Preference - Fan Physically Hurts You

Fans hurt you and boys reaction requested by anon

Traveling with them was amazing. You got to see a bunch of places, travel to different cities, and meet all the fans. The fans were amazing, they were so sweet and supportive of everything the band did. You loved to see them at shows, sometimes they would recognize you. But that wasn’t always a good thing. “Oh my gosh you’re Ross’s girlfriend?” a girl said. You turned around to face her and smiled sweetly “Sure Am!” you replied “Ewww…” she spat. “Um excuse me?” you asked. She spoke up again. “Ewww! I can’t believe you are Ross’s girlfriend.” You looked at her confused “Why is that?” “Well first of you’re too ugly.” You jaw dropped, a fan had never spoke to you like this before. “well that’s not really for you to say is it? Now you need to get out!” you retorted “excuse me?” she stepped forward and got closer to you. “I ask you to get out.” You said and raised your hand to point at the door. Her eyes narrowed and her face got red and she stepped a step even closer to you “Nobody tells me what to do!” she snapped. “This is the last time get out or I will call security.” You said and suddenly the girl reached up her arms and gave you a huge shove. You jolted backwards and your foot tripped on a cord, sending you all the way down, hitting your head on the cold cement floor.
You looked to see a face with blonde hair. Your vision was little blurred until you blinked a few times to see it was Ross. “Babe, are you okay?’ he asked worried you looked around and it all came back to you. “Uh yea I’ll be fine.” You sat up and winced, placing your head on the sore spot. “I came in right as you were falling, what happened?” Ross questioned. “Some girl was really mad at me for being your girlfriend and she shoved me.” You answered. He stroked a piece of your hair. “Well we had her taken away. Nobody like that is a member of the R5 family.” “Thanks” you smiled. “Well I better go finish the show is going to start, you stay here and rest.” You stuck out your bottom “But I want to watch the show!” “Well…okay but only if you’re feeling better!” “yea!” you clapped your hands together. “Come on” he said and took your hand. “I’m still feeling a little sick, I don’t think I can walk.” You smirked he turned around and bent slightly. “Get on.” You hopped on his back and wrapped your legs around waist. And he led you two out to the stage.
You pulled off your shirt and looked at the huge bruise. You touched the center and quickly retracted your hand. You winced in pain. Dating Riker was amazing but sometimes the fans were a little crazy. You loved his band and all their fans except the ones who had gotten physically violent. A girl had tried to beat you up before the show yesterday. You were in front of the venue getting some fresh air while the band was set up. A girl came up to and just starting beating you up, then she walked away and yelled “stay away from my man.” You had gotten that a lot, not the physical violence but scream and threats like “stay away from him or else.” You thought it was all just talk until yesterday. You looked back at the bruise “why does it hurt so much?” you whispered to yourself. It hurts so much but you didn’t want to let Riker find out. He could be a little overdramatic and you didn’t know how he’d react. While you were occupied examining the bruise, you didn’t realize the door had opened. “WHAT THE!” you quickly picked up your t-shirt and held it in front your stomach. “Geez Riker don’t you ever knock?” you enquired “well seeing this is my dressing room, no.” his eye gazed back down to your stomach and he reached out his hand and moved the shirt away from the giant bruise. “Babe, What happened!?” he asked how were you supposed to think of an answer for this? “I…umm…” you could see Rikers face tense up “Did someone hurt you?” you didn’t answer you avoided eye contact and looked down. “DID SOMEONE HURT YOU?” he said sternly. You slowly looked eyes and met his. “Well yesterday when I was outside the venue a girl kind of hit me.” “Kind of? KIND OF?” his eyes were filled with fury. “It’s not a big deal.” You mumbled. “Yes it is!” he spoke. Your lowered your head to look at the ground. He brought your chin back up with his hand and looked you in the eyes “I love you and I want to protect you.” You shook your head and stepped back. You slipped your shirt on over your head. “Look we’ll watch at the meet and greet today and if you see her again we’ll take care of it” “Thank you Riker, I feel much safer when I’m with you.” Riker smiled and he leaned down and pecked you on the lips.

You were walking out of the venue amongst all the fans. It was a great show, it always is. Your boyfriend Rocky’s band R5 is on tour and you got the chance to tour with them. Right now you were in New York, and it was amazing here. You and the band had gotten here yesterday and were sightseeing. You got to see all the theatres, the shops, the amazing lights of the city, the people. The people were a little different than they were at home. Most of the people you actually met seemed nice but a few of them looked a little scary. You were originally from a small town and weren’t really used to this type of atmosphere at all. Yesterday while walking down the street a man continued to stare at you “Rocky I’m scared” you whispered. “Don’t worry I’m here.” He whispered back and grabbed your hand as you walked, but now Rocky wasn’t with you. You had just exited the room where they played and were waiting for them to come out. You stirred and little and watched the door carefully. Too many people made you really nervous. “Hey pretty lady” you turned around to see a man in his mid-20’s facing you. You half smiled and turned back around trying not to acknowledge him. “Hey I’m talking to you!” he yelled. “HEY” he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around. “Let go of me!” you yelled and tried to run the other direction but, he grabbed your wrist. “Ouch!” you yelled trying to get out of his grasp “I said don’t walk away when I’m talking to you!” he breath smelled like alcohol and his clothes looked old and greasy. He started to put pressure on your wrist. You tried to twist it away from him but he only put more pressure on it. “Ouch you’re hurting me!” You looked over and spotted Rocky. “Rockyyyyyy!” you screamed. He ran over to you. “HEY LET HER GO!” he yelled. “Oh do you always have your little boyfriend save you?” Suddenly Rocky full blown punched the guy in the face sending him down to the ground out cold. Rocky looked down at the purple and red mark around your wrist “We have to go put some ice on it.” He said you shook your head tears rolling down your face. You were still shook up. He wiped away the tear and wrapped you in a hug. “Babe its okay I’m here now and I promise I won’t leave.” “I Love you Rocky” You said nuzzled into his chest “I love you too”

You stood at the merchandise stand with your boyfriend Ryland. His siblings were all in a band called R5 and they recently went on tour. You got to tour with them and help Ryland out with everything, being with them was the most fun you ever had. “Hey I’ll be right back okay.” “Okay” you responded. Ryland kissed you on the cheek and walked away from the booth. “Wow!” a bunch of girls from the other side of the counter cooed “Hi may I help you.” You asked the girls and smiled. “Where did Ryland go?” “Oh he just went to go talk to his brothers he’ll be right back.” You replied “So it really is true huh?” one of them spoke. “What’s true?” “You’re dating Ryland!” one of the answered. Her voice seemed very snarky and rude but, you always handled it very well. “Oh yes I am.” You said and smiled again. “You’re so fake!” the girl snared. “Excuse me?” “You heard me! You think you’re so sweet and such a nice person but in all reality you’re just a hoe trying to use Ry!” your mouth dropped open. Usually the R5 family was really sweet and nice especially at these meet and greets but not this time. Then one of the girls walked behind the table. “Can you please stay behind the table?” You said nicely. “What if I don’t want to?” she answered. “Then I will have to call security.” You said raising your voice a little now. The girl then reached up her hand and punched you in the nose. Security came up and grabbed the girl. “Hey let go of me!” she yelled as they dragged her away. All the other girls followed her. You held your nose and Ryland came rushing back over “What happened?” you looked up “Oh that girl just punched me, I’m fine though.” He looked at you. “No you’re not! Let me see it!” “No, it’s going to be all swollen and ugly!” you turned around so Ryland couldn’t see your nose. “Babe, no matter what you will always be beautiful!” “You turned around “Really?” “Really! Now come on lets go put some ice on it.” You smiled and grabbed his hand and interlaced fingers.

Your boyfriend came up to you and gave you a hug. He wrapped his arms around you. You winced in pain and tried to hold in the word ouch. You and your boyfriend Ellington had been dating for a while and you had become very close to him and his band, R5. He had lots of fans that loved him and the band, you thought they were all really sweet. But, it was common for girls to be really jealous of you. You loved dating Ell but a lot of the girls could get pretty aggressive. The other day a few girls had come up to on the street and tried to hurt you. You had a few bruises and cuts all over, which you covered up. Ell stepped away “you okay?” “Um yea I’m fine just a little tired I guess.” “Oh okay he shrugged. “Hey Ellington come here.” Ellington walked over to talk to Riker and Rydel approached you. “What was that about?” she questioned “what was what about?” “When Ell came up and hugged you right then you looked like you were in pain!” you fidgeted around with your sleeve. “Um….No I’m fine nothing to worry about!” you said worriedly. She took a step closer to you “Oh really what would happen if I did…THIS!” Rydel quickly reached and touched her hands against your sides and quickly retracted them. “Oww!” You instinctively groaned. Rydel had caught you off guard and you couldn’t hold back the yelp. “Oh you’re “fine” huh? You look down and fidgeted some more. “Truth is…” you lifted up your shirt on the left side to show one of the bigger bruises from the attack the night before. Rydel’s eyes dropped and her mouth widened “What happened?” she asked “Well yesterday I was sort of beat up by this random fan. It’s not a big deal! I’m fine, just please don’t let Ellington know!” “Don’t let me know what?” Ell came into a room the room through a different door. He looked at you confused “Babe what happened?” you forgot you were still holding the shirt up. “I um…” “Were you hurt? Who hurt you? Why? He asked urgently “calm down Ell first I have no idea who attacked me or why they were a part of the R5 family, I know that.” Ell looked back at you “Anybody like that is not a member of the R5 family! We’ll check the security cameras and see what we can see and if I find this guy I’m seriously going to hurt him. You chuckled a little at his protectiveness. “Thanks Ell, you’re the best!”

A/N: again I’m so sorry this took so much time! I’ve been super busy with everything going on. I really hope you liked it let me know what you think! :)

[Fic][Drabble/Prompt Challenge] Trample

Title: Trample
Prompt: Move
Pairing: Jikook
Genre: Action, Crossover (sort of; you’ll see), Humor, too, I guess (at least, I found it kind of humorous; but my humor sometimes is well… lol)
Word Count: 1888
Note: Kind of based it off that ‘loses x in a crowd’ meme, and a Jimin/Jungkook version I’ve seen in the Jikook tag.
Warning: Some swearing.

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HER AMAZING VOICE (Andy Biersack Imagine)
{Requested by anon :3}

You were pretty much having a bad day today, school was hell, teachers gave you shit, parents were being unfair, and classes were just becomming harder and harder.
After arguing with your parents you locked yourself in your bedroom and just sighed as you plopped yourself on your bed.
“Fuck my life…” you muttered then sat back up. You glanced to your right and saw your song book. Some of the lyrics were created by you, they were beautifully written of course, but most of the lyrics in the book were by your all time favorite band Black Veil Brides.
You flipped through the pages and stopped at the song Lost It All. You loved that song so much and sang it whenever you were feeling down.

“Then I lost it all, dead and broken my, back’s against the wall, cut me open Im, just trying to breathe just trying to figure it out, because I built these walls to watch them crumble down…” You sang, you had a really nice voice, you were told by several people that your voice was beautiful and angelic, but of course you never believed them. Sure you sang a lot, singing was honestly your passion, but you never thought that you were any good. Not as good as someone like Hayley Williams for example.
As you continued to sing the song, right when you were about to finish your parents came in barking at you about your attitude.
“Oh my gosh can you guys just leave me alone?!”
“No! Young lady your attitude is getting out of control!”
You didnt wanna hear anymore bullshit so you just grabbed your song book, put it in your pocket and stormed out of your room and then out of your house.

You ran as far away as possible, away from your parents, away from your house, away from your neighborhood in general. You were very far away now, your cell phone was already vibrating like crazy with text messages and calls but there was no way you wanted to talk to anybody right now.
You stopped walking because your feet were hurting and you wanted to catch your breath from all that running. You leaned against the wall of what looked like a studio building, you heard some music blasting up in there, sounded like the kind of music that you loved listening to.
It made you smile for the first time today.
It made you feel really good inside. You grabbed your song book out of your pocket and began to sing your heart out to the rythmn of the of music you were hearing inside.

You were going all out with your voice, like if nobody was watching you at all. Your voice and music mingled so well, it was absolutely the perfect blend.
And little did you know, inside the place, was your favorite band.
Black Veil Brides were rehearsing their set list for their next concert. Andy was very tired from singing so much, in the middle of the song Heart of Fire, he sighed and suddenly stopped his magnificent voice.
“Dude whats up?” CC asked standing up from his drumset.
“Nothing my throat is hurting.” He replied.
“Well we have to keep practicing these songs man.” Said Jinxx.

“And we will, I just need to take a break I really need a cigarette, take five.” He tells everyone and steps outside the building.
As he came outside he grabbed the pack of cigerettes from his pocket, sticked one in his mouth, lit it up and took a huge puff of smoke.
He grabbed the stick from in between his fingers then blew out some more smoke.
You were only inches away from him on the other side of the wall. You flipped through another page of the song book and sang the same song as before, which was of course, Lost it All.
Andy was about to place the cigerette back in between his perfectly shaped lips until he heard your voice from a distance. “Whaa?…” he muttered completely shocked and amazed by how beautiful you were sounding.
“I believe, that we aaaall fall down sometimes!!”
You sang. He followed the sound of your nice vocals until he found you.
He smiled, very impressed, it was almost unreal to him.
“Hey!!” He yelled smiling. You flinched and glanced at him, your eyes went super wide and you felt like you were gonna have a heart attack. You even pinched yourself to see if you were dreaming. Were you really looking at the lead singer of BVB, the band that youve always dreamed of meeting?

It took you five minutes of silence to realize that in fact you are standing in front of Andy Biersack.
“Uuuh you okay?” he asked breaking the shocking silence. You couldnt answer at all, its like your voice immediately left you as soon as you caught sight of him.
He became a little worried about you and started taking steps a little closer towards you.
“Shit…” you whispered, and for some reason, you decided to run away.
“Hey wait up!!” Andy yelled running after you, you figured he was faster than you, because in no time he was already very close to you.
He grabbed your arm and turned you around to make you look at him. He was even more beautiful in person to you.
He chuckled and smiled at you before talking,
“Why did you run away Im not gonna hurt you.”
“I-I know its just that…I mean…dude its you!” you finally managed to say.

He laughed once more, “Im guessing youre a fan of us.”
“Fuck yes I am! youre music is awesome!!”
“Well thank you I really appreciate that.” He sweetly replied.
“Well um…what made you approach I mean wow..I cant believe this is actaully happening.” you asked.
“Your voice, I couldnt help but overhear you singing one of our songs, you really have an amazing voice you know?” He says.
You blushed really hard, you heard people compliment your voice before but to hear that from THE Andy Biersack, you pinched yourself once more, this time you squeezed your soft skin harder. “Ow!”
“Woah, why did you do that?” He questioned.
“Im sorry I couldve sworn that I was dreaming.” you responded.
Andy cracked up once more, his laughter made you blush even more. “Whats your name?”
“Nice to meet you (Y/N) Im Andy.”
“I know, can I have a hug?”
“Of course you can.” He says giving you a sweet hug, he smelled so damn sexy to you.

“Andy?! andy where are you?!” CC called out.
“Oh my God is that CC?…” you asked yourself.
“Over here!!” Andy yelled back.
CC came and found the two of you and you went more into shock, this time you slapped yourself.
“Oooh!!” they both said making painful expressions.
“Please stop doing that to yourself.” Andy begged.
Moments later you joined the guys in the little rehearsal room. You were having so much fun rocking out, your parents kept blowing up your cell phone but you had texted them saying that youre okay and that youll be home soon.
All of your favorite songs from them were being played. And you harmonized with each and every one of them.

Andy told everyone to stop for a moment and you all became confused.
“Hey (Y/N), come up here and sing with me.” He tells you.
You froze, “W-what?!” You said.
“You heard me come up here.” He says once more.
The rest of the guys were cheering you on and telling you to go up stage as well.
You hesitated but slowly you stood up from your chair and went up stage. Jake handed you a mic and you smiled nervously.
“Well (Y/N) what song would you like to sing?”
“Do I really have a choice?”
They all shook their heads and you took a deep breath, “Well one of my favorite songs right is Goodbye Agony.” You tell them.
“You heard her guys, lets do this!” Andy yelled.
The song started and as it went on, Andy told you to sing the second verse.
You didnt want to at first but he insisted.
You sang the second verse and as you saw everyone cheering for you, you shyness went away and you sang just like you sang by yourself. Everyone was so impressed and blown away, clapping for you when the song was over.
Andy came over and gave you another hug, and put you in shock once again when he said these words..
“Gentlemen, say hello to Black Veil Brides’ no co singer.”

Your hands went over your mouths and the guys came over and congradulated you with hugs and high fives.
“Oh my God…” was all you could say, this day just kept getting better and better.
Months passed and it was finally time for your first ever concert with the guys. You were back stage all dolled up and ready, but you couldnt help but feel super nervous. You never sang in front of a huge crowd before.
“Hey (Y/N) lets go we’re up.” Said Andy walking up to you.
“I cant do this…”
“I cant do this Andy, what if the fans dont even like me?”
He sat next to you and placed an arm around your shoulder. “Theyll love you, youre just nervous, you really do have a beautiful voice, you are gonna blow that crowd away.”
“You think so?”
“I know so, and I know the perfect song to sing together.” He says helping you up and pulling you on stage with him. The crowd went crazy when you guys came on.

Andy introduced you and the BVB army welcomed you with lots of love, you really appreciated that.
“Alright we are going to sing the song Im sure youre all familiar with, and this one is especially for our new singer (Y/N).”
The song he discovered you singing played.
You smiled so big and began to sing it.
The crowd was cheering for you, screaming your name and grabbing your hand whenever you extended it.
When the song was over the guys came over you all held hands bowing down.
You looked around the audience once more, seemed like you already had a lot of fans.
A tear of joy escaped from your eye, and more happy tears followed after that. Back then you were a little insecure of everything about yourself, but now, you gained so much confidence, you felt like nothing and no one can stop you. Thanks to Andy, CC, Jake, Jinxx and Ashley, who supported and were there for you from day one. You were different now, you were a whole new person..
A person whose dreams came true.

(Hope this was written well haha :3)

anonymous asked:

sorry for the random question, ive been asking around in the fandom and no one really has an answer and as a fellow louis girl im hoping you might. do you know if louis ever uses his head voice/falsetto when singing? i dont think ive ever heard it. also where do you think he ranks among the others as far as vocal ranges go?

please please don’t apologizing for asking questions! I love answering :)

get comfy love. I could talk about Louis’ voice for a year

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Day 6: “No, you don’t have to wear your best fake smile and you don’t have to stand there and burn inside.”

Lucas: The more I read, the more my heart sank. How could I have been so blind?

Preview: See what happens when Lucas comes across a mysterious journal!

Side Note: To keep with my late fashion I decided to post this now! Enjoy!

Ordinary days

I don’t talk to people. That’s always been my thing and you know why? People are messy, complicated and LOUD! So, I keep my mouth shut and my eyes closed, it’s better that way.

“LUCAS!” Zay shouts from across the room. See what I mean? Loud. He and the new girl, Riley, are messing with the napkins, AGAIN! It’s a Sunday morning in Topanga’s which means, aside from our usual’s, it’s slow.

“Look!” Riley shouts as she drapes the napkin over her head and awkwardly poses against the chair near the fire place. “Guess who I am?!”

“Ahhhhhh Beyoncé!” Zay states confidently.

“Ooh! Good one, but no! What about you, Lucas! What’s your guess?” Riley calls out.

I lean on the counter and reply, “An employee wasting time?”

The two throw me a look and I shoot them a sarcastic smile back as I continue taking inventory of our baked goods.

I started working here a few years back. I’d performed the Heimlich maneuver on a chocking customer. Long story short, the owner asked me if I had a job, I said no then she said ya do now! I took it, which lead to Zay getting hired as well and the rest, as they say, is History. I love this place. My dream is to own it one day, which my boss says is a possibility since neither of her kids are interested in running it.

Her youngest, Auggie, is only 15 and already a master baker! He’s won loads of awards and received a tone of recognition for it! He was even a guest judge on cupcake wars! That kid’s going places! His older sister, Riley, on the other hand. I look over and she’s still posing with the napkin on her head. Yeah…

She graduated from Columbia this past May. According to Zay, she was on her way to big things in good old London because not only was her new career there but so was her ever so handsome boyfriend! His words not mine! The plan was for her to spend the Summer with her friends and family and thwn fly out to join him in September. BUT she decided she couldn’t wait SO a week after graduating she flew over to surprise him. Unfortunately, she ended up being the one surprised when she walked in on him and another woman doing the bang bang boogie on THEIR bed.

Needless to say her Summer has been rough. Now she’s working here till she “finds herself” whatever that means. I feel bad for Riley, but sometimes she’s a bit… extra.

“Well, who are you?” Zay asks eagerly.

She sits up and lets out a heavy sigh.

“Joan of Arc before being burned at the stake.” She shyly replies. See what I mean? I shake my head as I count the rolls.

“Believe it or not that was going to be my next guess!” Zay lies.

“Really?! You were so close!” Riley cheers. Dramatic and gullible. What. A. Catch.

“Me, now!” Zay sings as he grabs the napkin.

“Okay, that’s enough you two.” I huff as I throw a towel in Zay’s direction. “Back to work.”  

They groan, but do as I ask. The door dings and in walks Maya Hart, Riley’s, hot artist friend. 

She greets Riley with a huge smile. “Hey, Riles and-” She does a once over on Zay. “Isiah Leroy.”

“Maya Penelope.” His hisses back.

They stare each other down and quickly look away. Those two are dumb! We all know they REALLY like each other, but neither are willing to admit it because they’re both loud and stubborn! Whatever.

“Huckleberry!” She shouts as she makes her way to me. “Give me a muffin, on the house.”

“Maya you know I can’t-”

“On. The. House.” She commands. I raise my eyebrows then hand her a banana nut muffin. I’ve learned it’s useless fighting with Maya when she wants something. She winks at me as she takes a bite. She skips back to Riley with a huge grin on her face. What a ham! I notice Riley’s face fall as Maya sits down. See what I mean! Dramatic and for no reason too! I shrug as I look back to my notepad and scribble out the previous number I had for muffins.

The day carries on as usual. There’s the rush of the afternoon brunchers then a few hours later the small group of wannabe “cool” kids that shuffle in a few hours before closing. They have a small open mic night and then right when it ends disappear. Simple and quiet. Just how I like it.

As I lock up Zay gives me a play-by-play of how Maya annoyed him that day. We walk up the stairs to our apartment. We got this place because our boss is a saint who knows people! Its a one bedroom, on bath, but super spacious! On top of that it was remodeled right before we moved in talk about a double win! Or in Zay’s words, #blessed!

“I mean why can’t she be more like Riley!” He complains as he plops down on to our second-hand couch. I pull out two drinks from the mini-fridge then proceed to the arm chair. I hand him one. 

“Naive and immature?” I say as I settle into my seat and turn on the T.V.

“That’s rude, Luc! Riley’s amazing! You just don’t give her the time of day to notice it!” He hisses back.

“Oh come on! I know you see it! Especially when she’s skipping around making up weird songs!” I say nonchalantly, trying to hide the pain that was pricking my chest. Okay maybe that was a bit harsh.

“Wow! That’s Topanga’s daughter, yo! Like seriously, where’s you’re heart?” He retorts.

“Same place where your brain is.” I shrug. Ah-oh. I did. He’s gonna blow and sure enough.

“That’s it!” Zay yells as he heads to our room. He returns with a DVD and I roll my eyes. “We’re watching the Notebook!”

“Not again!” I huff. “That the 3rd time this week, man! It’s getting old!”

He stomps off then doubles back with a “Oh no you didn’t” expression twisting his face. He’s about to say something, but stops himself and points instead. He quickly walks away again. I glance over to the clock above the T.V.

“You have no heart, LUCAS!” Zay shouts as he storms back in. There he is! Right on time!

“NO HEART!” He chocks out as he places a hand over his mouth. He makes another dramatic exit, but this time he slams the door. I take a few sips of my drink as I turn up the volume. “Ooh! The Mets are playing.” I mumble as I make myself more comfortable. They’re doing pretty good tonight.

“NO!”Zay hollers as he makes his way over to me. He snatches the remote from my hand.

“HEY!” I say in shock! He’s never taken the remote from me before!

“You’re not getting out of this one, Friar! Oh no! We’re watching it!” He rants as he puts in the DVD. I let out a chuckle. This guy’s so predictable. 

The movie starts and I cross my arms in defeat. I actually really like this film and not because of the romance, but because It looks a lot like our hometown in Texas. I let out a heavy sigh. Zay places a hand on my shoulder and I look over to him. We give each other a sympathetic smile and look back to the screen.

 Texas had left its fair amount of scares on the both of us, which is why during our Junior year of high school we made a pack to leave after graduation. We didn’t know where to, so Zay bought a cheap map of the United States from Earl’s truck stop, posted it on my wall, closed his eyes and pointed. His finger landed on New York City and even though I knew he peeked, I didn’t say anything because anywhere was better than Texas in that moment.

“Doesn’t that just warm your heart, Friar?”

“What?” I reply as I come to.

“No heart.” He proclaims as he turns off the television and walks into the bathroom. I laugh and get up too. I listen for the door to lock.


I race to my room and pull out a tattered, old book from under my pillow. I smile at it then make my way to the fire escape just outside our window. I sit on my lawn chair and pull on the book marker to open it to where I left off. The page flips open and my stomach beings to turn! I feel like a giddy little kid on Christmas as I begin to read.

“Dear Future love of my life,

Today was amazing because I think we finally met! I was at the planetarium having my mind blown by two of my very best friends (Not literally! They’re just geniuses and were silently correcting the worker. I was just blessed to be in their presence!) and there you where, sitting a few seats away from us! You smiled at me and as I smiled back my heart fluttered, which I’ve been told is a sure-fire sign that I’ve found “The one”. You came up to me after and we talked. I couldn’t believe how well we flowed and how much we had in common! Unfortunately, my OTHER friend who’s a genius of the streets, interrupted us before we could catch each other’s names. Isn’t that just the way? 

Alas, I could totally be wrong about you and just in case I am, I’m sorry! And I promise I’ll never bring up other relationships with you again! Just because I’d rather not here about you and other women at least not until we’re face to face. Sorry, I”m rambling again!

Anyways! I had that dream, again. The one where I’m on a subway train and I suddenly fall into your lap. I can’t see your face, but I can feel your warm smile. I nervously smile back as you tell me your name. Of course, I don’t hear it, but I know I love it. Then I wake up, alone and thinking of you. I swear if I didn’t have you to write to, I wouldn’t make it. You boost my day.  

Enough about me! How was your day? I hope well! And if it wasn’t, just know I’m somewhere thinking of you. I’ve got to go my friends are here. I can’t wait till you meet them!

Love, Me

P.S. Even though I don’t know you YET I can already feel that your heart is as warm as your eyes.”

I sigh as I hold the book close to my chest. I look up to the polluted night sky and smile. “Warm heart.” I repeat to myself. In your face Mr. Isiah Leroy Babineaux!

 I climb back through the window and place the journal back under my pillow. Zay walks in and I give him a cocky grin as I pass.

“You’re still heartless, Friar!” He states as he gets into his bed.

“Says you!” I sing back. 

I close the door and the pain in my chest is back as I start to think about my girl. She wouldn’t say I had a warm heart if she knew what I’d said about Riley. I reopen the door.

“Hey Zay?”

“What?” He replies sharply.

“I”m sorry for what I said about Riley earlier. It was really rude of me to say, so yeah. Sorry.” 

“Awww!” Zay says with a huge grin. “You know these past few months you’ve become a real softy. I LIKE IT!”

My cheeks are red hot now. It’s time to get out of here! “Well, The Notebook is still getting old!” I shout as I shut to door. I hear Zay muffled laughter and my shake my head. Idiot.

Date nights and switch ups 

“It’s my day off and yet here I am, sitting in Topanga’s waiting for Maya and Riley who are 40 minutes late!” I state as I look up from my watch.

“Patience is a virtue, man! Get some!” He snickers back. I roll my eyes and glance back down at my watch. They’re now FORTY-THREE minutes late now.

Don’t ask me how this happened because I don’t know! One second I’m eating cereal and the next, Zay’s on the floor begging me to go on a double date with him. Something about Riley needing to get Maya out of their apartment or something? I don’t know all I know is I’m missing the game!

I shake my head as I look over to the bookshelves in the back then it hits me. i’m gonna miss a letter from her tonight too! I let out heavy sigh as I lean against my hand. This night is going to suck.

I’d only had that book for a couple of months, but man was it changing me. I found it in Central Park on a bench and like most people would, skimmed through it just to see what it was. When I saw the lines and handwriting on each page I quickly shut it because it was someone’s journal! Someone’s innermost thoughts! I figured who ever left it would come back, so I put it down and walked away. But the further I got the more nervous I became. What if they didn’t know they left it or worse! What if someone threw it away before the other person could find it?! I raced back to the bench and put the journal in my bag. I kept reasoning with myself that I was just be a good citizen, but if I’m being completely honest it was pure curiosity. I mean who doesn’t love a good mystery?!

I rushed home and stared at it for a long time letting my imagination run wild. What if this belonged to a spy and in it were coordinates that, if in the wrong hands, could destroy New York City as we knew it! OR what if it belonged to a serial killer that was stalking his next victim and all the clues the FBI needed to find the 12 missing women’s remains was in my very hands. Eventually I opened it and found this: 


To whom it may concern,

If you’re reading this, then it means one of three things. 1. It’s our wedding day. 2. I was a ditz and lost this or 3. I’m dead and you’re either my best friend, my mom or the cops… I REALLY hope it’s the first one!

If it’s our wedding day CONGRATULATIONS! WE MADE IT! If not, please don’t judge me! I’m 15 what do you expect?! With that said, this is a husband or wife letter keeper! (I mean its the 21st century! Who knows?!)

ANYWAYS! I hope you don’t think this is weird and I hope you enjoy it!

Love, me!

P.S. Just in case the other two options happen I’m not writing down anyone’s names (Mine included.) or any specifics about my life. Safety first!”

When I finished reading, I realized there was only one thing I could do and that was keep it. So I did.

“Stop, stressing man! They’re almost here.” Zay says encouragingly. I roll my eyes because that’s what he said 20 minutes ago. The door dings and our heads flash to the sound. YES! They’re finally here! 

Maya looks beautiful as always, but surprisingly enough Riley looks kinda good too. We greet them, then make our way to the subway. 

Riley and I sit across from Zay and Maya who are sitting extremely close. Their faces are only inches away from one another and their fingers are intertwined. I guess they couldn’t fight the feeling anymore? I roll my eyes again. Typical! I glance at Riley who seems more quiet than usual. She peers up at Zay and Maya then quickly looks back down at her hands. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before! She likes Zay! I shake my head. Poor thing.

“Ya, know if you like him so much, you shoulda asked him out instead of setting him up with your friend.” I say loud enough for her to hear.

“I’m not upset about that.” She replies, still looking at her hands.

“Then what?”

“I’m sorry.” She whispers.

“For what?” I ask sharply. 

“I know I annoy you.” She looks up at me and for the first time I SEE her and a weird feeling comes over me. I shake my head as I look away.


“You don’t have to lie. I know I may seem naive and immature and I am, but not as much as you think.” She smiles at me, but I can tell it’s fake. My heart sinks. I’m a complete jerk. All she’s ever tried do is be nice to me and all I’ve ever done in return is ignored or mocked her.

“I promise I’ll keep my mouth shut and do my best to get you through this date.” She finishes.

“I’m so-”

“Don’t.” She interrupts. “Keep your pity and I’ll keep my dignity.”

I look at her and can see there’s nothing more I can do but agree. The rest of the ride is spent in silent. When we get to the art exhibit Zay and Maya run in. Riley is close behind them. It’s now or never Friar.

“Hey, wait!” I grab Riley’s arm and shivers run up my spin as she turns around. Wow!


I quickly let go and shake my head to focus.

“Look, what you said back on the subway-“

She puts up her hand. “Forget about it. Really, it’s no big deal.“ She says with yet another note fake smile. “I understand that I’m eccentric and a bit much for most people. I’m learning how to tone it down.”

“But you shouldn’t” I interject. “You should be exactly who you want to be! I’m the one that should be toning it down. I’m sorry, Riley. I promise I’ll do better.”

A smile slowly grows on her face and suddenly that feeling I had on the subway is back.

“Thank you, Lucas.“

Zay pops his head around the corner and with a mischievous smile says, “Y'all comin?” I roll my eyes and bump his shoulder as I pass. Way to ruin the moment, bro!

Once inside, Maya quickly pulls Zay to a nearby painting. She’s so animated as she goes on about it that I can’t help, but smile. They’re so perfect for each other. She looks over and winks at me before dragging Zay to another painting.

“You know, if you like her so much you shoulda asked out before I set her up with your friend.” Riley mocks. I chuckle a little. She’s got jokes!

“Who says I wasn’t planning to?” I tease.

She looks down at her hands and I can tell she didn’t pick up my sarcasm.

“Hey, I don’t like her like that.”

“Okay.” She replies as she looks up at me and flashes yet another fake smile! Its starting to really bother me. She walks over to a sculpture and I jog after her.

“Hey! I-”

“Seriously, Lucas I’m a big girl!“ She says as she fights back tears. “I see the way you look at her. I get it. She’s gorgeous and smart and funny and-”

“No, I-”

She puts up her hand. “Look, it’s pretty obvious who your little cowboy heart goes clippity clop for.”

“I don’t-”

“Hey.” She interrupts AGAIN as she places a hand on my shoulder. She really needs to learn how to let people SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES INSTEAD OF ASSUMING! “She likes you too.” 


She laughs and my heart races! Partly because of how frustrated she’s making me, but mostly because it’s kinda… cute? What is going on right now?! Before I can say anything more she runs out of the exhibit.

“RILEY!” I shout as I chase after her, but she doesn’t stop. Maya grabs my arm before I can get any further.

“What did you do, Ranger Rick?!” 

“Nothing! It’s just one big misunderstanding!” I say as I pull away from her. “I gotta go!” I run off. Maya tries to run with me, but Zay stops her. THANK GOODNESS!

Riley’s fast, but I eventually catch up to her in Central Park, sitting at the bench where I found the book. I smile at the thought, then shake my head. Focus Friar! I take a seat next to her.

“Look.” I sigh. “I don’t know what you think you know, but I don’t like Maya.” 

She rolls her eyes and I can tell she doesn’t believe me. Dang! This girl is more stubborn then Pappy Joe’s horse Daisy! As I turn my body to face her I see the tears streaming down her face. She viciously wipes them away as if to tell me she’s not crying because of me. I take a moment to think of what to say next and a journal entry comes to me. “Remember to just be the kindest version of yourself and you’ll never go wrong.”

“Riley.” I whisper softly. “Even if I did like Maya, WHICH I DON’T, but if I did I wouldn’t do that to Zay. He’s my best friend and his happiness means more to me than my own. Luckily I DON’T LIKE MAYA so we’re in the clear.”

She peeks through her long dark lashes and I’m blown away. How did I not see how beautiful this girl was before?! 

“Really?” She asks timidly.

“Really.” I say with a smile.

“Oh man!” She covers her face with embarrassment and I can’t help, but let out a small laugh. 

“You must think I’m insane!” She shouts through her hands.

“A little.” I tease. She gives me a look and I laugh a bit louder. “But, we’re all a little insane, so you’re fine! Let’s just start over!”

She lets out a little giggle as she sticks out her hand. “I’m Riley Matthews and you are?”

I shake my head as I take her hand. Definitely didn’t mean that far back!

 “Lucas Friar.” I reply with a grin.

We laugh and before we know it a conversation starts. At first we talk about the easy stuff like what our favorite colors are, favorite  animals, etc. But eventually it get’s deeper, like stuff about our pasts,  different worries and fears. I even opened up about what my dream career was when I was younger! Man was I wrong about her! She really is amazing. We watch as the sun rises and I smile. We talked all night.

“Well, I better get back before Maya sends out a search party for me.” She says with a laugh.

“Yeah, I guess I’d better get going too. Let me walk you home?” I ask as I raise my shoulders.

She laughs and my heart stops. Why is she laughing at me! “You don’t have to.” She replies as she playfully nudges me.

“No, seriously. It’s the least I can do for a the city girl with flowing chestnut hair.” I say in my horrible British accent.

“Huh, that’s funny.” She laughs.

“Hey! I”m working on it!” I pout which causes her to bust out into a fit of laughter.

“Are you making fun of me, Riley?!”

“No!” She chocks out. “It’s not your accent! I think it’s charming that you try!”

“Then what?” I press. She calms herself before responding.

“What you said just then it reminds me of this thing I wrote- eh, it’s silly.”

“Well, now ya gotta tell me about it!” I tease.

“No! It’s silly!”

“Come on! I thought we were friends!” I argue.

“We are!” She protests.

“Well, friends don’t keep secrets!” I say as I playfully elbow her arm. She looks at me and I raise my eyebrows. She fights a smile as she looks away again. 

“Fine!” She cries in defeat. 

“Yes!” I cheer!

“Yeah! Yeah!” She says as she waves at me to calm down. I comply.

“When I was 15, Maya was dating a lot and I, not at all. SO to ease my loneliness I started writing my feelings down in this diary and something you said reminded me of it, okay! Ya happy now?!”

“Extremely!” I beam. She looks like the type to document her teen life!

“I know it’s LAME but I was extremely insecure and DRAMATIC BACK THEN!”

“Then?” I add. She gives me a look and I try my best to smother the laughter that’s threatening to jump out. She’s a lot more fun to joke around with then I thought she’d be!

“ANYWAYS. I faithfully wrote in it everyday, until…” She trails off. I know she’s talking about her ex Charlie and I feel for her as I watch the pain on her face deepen.

“Well, you can write about this awful date in it to make up for lost time!” I joke trying to lighten the mood.

“I can’t.”

“I see.” I say with as much sympathy as I can. “Maybe one day then.”

“No" She smirks. “I literally can’t. I left it on this bench a couple months back.

“Wait, what did you say?” No way. That’s just too crazy! No way!

“I left it here. Figured I’d let the universe decide what to do with it. I know SUPER DRAMATIC OF ME!” She says in a sarcastic tone.

“Wait, say that again?” I’m still in shock. This can’t be?!

“I think we need to get you hearing aids, Friar! I said I LEFT MY DIARY ON THIS BENCH A COUPLE MONTHS BACK!” She chuckles.

It can’t be, but it is. She “Love, me”. She’s the-

“You okay, Lucas?” She asks as she grips my hand. MY HEART IS FL-

“Yeah.” I lie. “Just trying to imagine what it’d be like to be a 15 year old girl is all.”

She laughs again and I try to join her this time. It sounds so fake, but she buys it. I walk her home and as we say goodbye she gives me the warmest hug. It takes all of me not to just tell her right then and there that the universe chose me so she should too, but I don’t. Instead I awkwardly wave and watch her disappear behind her door. Smooth move, Friar. 

When I get home I find Zay and Maya cuddled up in his bed. I smile. Good for you bud! Finally got the girl! I tip toe to my bed and grab the journal or as Riley put it “Diary” and tuck it under my arm. I take one last look at the sleeping beauties and walk back out to the living room. I sit on the couch and re-start her diary.The more I read, the more my heart sinks. How could I have been so blind?! THIS IS HAS MATTHEWS WRITTEN ALL OVER IT!

These are my confessions

“Dear No one,

I know I promised I’d never discuss my romantic relationships in this, but I have to let you know about this jerk I dated for 4 years! Long story short we’re through, which I’m becoming more and more grateful for everyday! On the outside we seemed perfect, but it was just for show. In private he was always putting me down. Giving those negative voices in my head more power over me. Then when the pressure became to hard to bare I’d snap and just go off on him while he sat there completely bewildered as to why I was screaming in the first place! Seriously he was exhausting! (Hope that explains all of my harsh letters through the past few years!)

ANYWAYS! And to the person who finds this. If you made it this far, thank you. Words can’t express how relieved I am to put away all the pretending and just be me, so thank you for reading through my crazy letters! 

I hope someday I’ll find someone who gets it! Ya know?! Just someone who can tell me that I don’t have to wear my best fake smile and I don’t have to stand there and burn inside when I’m with them! Someone who won’t allow me to apologize for being myself! Someone who I can talk all through the night with and still find more things to say! Someone who allows me to feel what I want with no judgments.

Man, that’ll be the day BUT UNTIL THEN I’m good! I’m so good and I hope you are too and if not I hope you will be soon!

Love, nobody important”

I close the diary and look at the clock on the wall. It reads 12:00pm. I walk into mine and Zay’s room only to find the pair still knocked out. Man they must of had a lot of FUN last night! I quietly grab a change of clothes and race back out. I know what I have to do now. I grab my bag and throw the diary inside. As I’m packing up the rest of my stuff Maya walks out with nothing, but Zay’s Flannel on. Figures.

“Good morning, Huckleberry.” She says groggily as she rubs her eyes.

“Good afternoon short stack.” I reply.

She smiles as she flips me off as she walks into the bathroom. I chuckle to myself then run out the door. 

When I reach Riley and Maya’s place I’m surprised to find Riley sitting on the steps reading a book. 

“What are you doing here?” She asks with a smile.

I freeze up as I reach into my bag. I finger the diary and watch as Riley’s face twists into a confused expression.

“You okay, Lucas?” She softly asks.

 It’s now or never, Friar!

“You don’t have to wear your best fake smile and you don’t have to stand there and burn inside.“ I chock out. “Not when you’re with me anyways.” 

Her smile fades as I pull out her diary and hand it to her. She looks at it in shock and stands up. I gulp hard as she continues to look at me with her big brown eyes! SAY SOMETHING! But she doesn’t. Instead she wraps her arms are around my waist and hugs me tight.

“Thank you, Lucas.” She whispers. I smile and gently stroke her back. This. This right here is what I was hoping for.

We stand there a for another brief moment before she guides me up the steps to her place and… well, y’all can figure out the rest! ;)

End note: The ending got a bit rough, but I felt like I just needed to post this as is, ya know? Please let me know if you like it! Y’all are the best!

Inspired by my bae since he’s my Luke Hemmings and plays soccer xD

“You’ll do great like you always do Luke.” You tell him before he leaves to change.

“Thank you Y/N, you never fail to make me smile, especially before a game.”

He leaves and you sigh.

Maybe he was just passing off your major crush on him as friendly compliments.

*Luke’s P.O.V.*

I kick the ball into the goal and Calum gives a thumbs up. I wanted to impress my family and friends, especially Y/N,

I wanted her to haved time and I didn’t want to let her down.

I’m still smiling because of what she told me, god how could I have gotten so heels over head in love with this girl? Her and I barely even talk and a few days ago she told me that she was “going to do everything she could to make sure she did NOT miss my first game of the year”.

She’s so cute.

The coach blows the whistle and I hurry over with the rest of the guys.

*2nd ROUND*

The score was 13-7, we was kicking ass.

I was put as goalie this time and the ball was on the other side of the field, so I snuck a look at Y/N.

She was sitting with a girl, who I assumed was her friend biting her lip. She yells and claps, smiling when a guy on our team blocks the other from kicking it to his partner.

She looked adorable, I had also noticed when I slipped and fell how scare she looked. Her eyes were huge and she stomped her feet, shaking her friend’s arm.

Suddenly, she looked over to me and I gave a small smile, knowing she could see it from a mile away.

I’m really glad that-


I’m knocked to the ground and all I see is red gushing from my nose and I can’t open one of my eyes.

The whistle is blown and I’m dragged off the field.

*10 minutes later in the weight lifting room*

“Well, the bleeding is slowing, It should stop in about another 5 minutes, I’m going to go down back to the field and tell the guys you’re alright and get a replacement for the rest of the game, I’ll be back shortly. Just keep putting new clean clothes to it and keep applying the ice to your eye, you’re going to have a black eye but at least your nose isn’t broke.” With that, the coach leaves me sitting alone shirtless. (My jersey was all bloody and I don’t have any of the guy’s combinations to get a clean one.)


I look down and try to focus on anything other than my bloody nose and hurting eye when I hear the door open.

Was the coach back already?

I look up and see Y/N, with a worried expression on her face.

“Shit Luke, are you okay?” She runs up to me and sits beside of me.

“I’m fine, just a bloody nose and black eye.”

“That doesn’t sound fine. What happen out there?”

Uh oh.

“I, uh…. I… ow.” I flinch as my eye starts throbbing.

“Hold on, I have some stuff I might can help. Oh, and don’t lean back, tilt your head forward, leaning your head back won’t stop bleeding.”

I do as she says and she digs in her bag, pulling out a black t-shirt, a water bottle, and a towel.

She hands me the towel. “Use this for your nose bleed instead of those shitty paper towels.” I almost laugh at her being upset, but it’s a little painful.

“You guys have a microwave in here, don’t you?” 

“Yeah, it’s over there.” I point to the other side of the room, where she hurries, putting the water bottle in it and setting the timer.

She taps her foot as she waits. “Are you having trouble seeing or is anything blurry?”

“N-No, I’m fine.” I look at the towel to see my nose bleed has almost stopped completely.

She jogs back over and removes the ice from my eye and hands me the water bottle wrapped in a small towel.

“Put these on your eye now.” She sits beside me and her eyebrows furrow together as I flinch.

“Here, let me…” She mumbles, kneeing down to meet me face to face.

She gently rubs the water bottle over the swelling and it instantly feels better.

“You’re like magic.” I mumble, staring into her eyes.

She smiles, and removes the towel from my nose, no more blood.

“My friend is a nurse and she dragged me to the class with her, this was just some basic information for her and I memorized it just in case you got hit square in the face with a soccer ball coming at you at like 30 miles an hour.”

I chuckle at her geeky joke, and continue staring at her.

She removes the water bottle and smiles.

“Well, you still have a black eye, but the color has lightly a lot so it’s looking better.”

I nod.

“Thank you nurse Y/N. I feel like I haven’t just been hit in the face with a soccer ball.”

She giggles, and bows.

“Anytime, patient Luke.”

She sits back beside me.

“So you never told me what distracted you…”

Oh…. that.

“Well, uh…. I-I was thinking about you…”


I nod slowly.

“Why me?” She tilted her head slighty and I wanted to kiss her right there.

“Well I-….I don’t know. I think about you a lot.”

She smiled and nods.

“I- I think about you too.” She stands up and hands me the shirt.

“I uh, take clothes to work out in, these is a guys shirt so it should fit you since yours is all bloody and such.”

“Thanks, for everything.”

She nods, pushing a piece of hair out of her face, she was about to leave when I suddenly grew very confident.

“Uh, Y/N?”

She twirls back around, eyebrow raised.


“You… forgot one thing.”

She stares at me.

“A kiss to make it all better.”

She bursts out laughing and walks over to me rolling her eyes, planting a kiss onto my lips.

Boy, how long I had been waiting to do that.

She lets go and smiles. 

“Guess I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

“Or you could meet me at McDonald’s tonight after the game.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

Wow this was longer than I thought it’d be.

I thought it was cheesy and cute so… Cx

Thanks for all the love and you all have a good morning/evening/night and I love you all <3

anonymous asked:

any STOP headcanons?

I’m going to cry I was working on this. It was so long. So extensive. The most beautiful Bullet HC post of my life. And I hit the wrong button and lost THE ENTIRE POST. I want to cry. This is the third time I’ve had to write this out. I lost it earlier when I was on mobile too. This post doesn’t want to be written. The world isn’t ready for the beauty of STOP. I will persevere. (Parsevere. Ha.)
There’s a ton under the cut. (Credit to @foxtrotdefencesquad for writing the first thing. Life immitates art. Art immitates life. And here we are.) 
• OK so to start with. The pets. Between Kent “A Literal Old Cat Lady” Parson, Neal “I genuinely enjoy throwing the ball for my dogs for HOURS” O’Wool, Wango “Do you want to hold my Hamster?” Tango, and Snowy “My parrot says Fuck too” TheGoalie, their house is just covered in animals
• Plus their first date was the zoo, so, you know
• It’s special to them
• Also Tango definitely falls for the old “They told me it was a teacup pig and after a few months I came to realize that they definitely lied to me But I Love My Large Weird Fat Dog Anyways”

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Blown Fuses (1/2)

killian-its-you asked a prompt, and the story got so long I had to split it in half. Part 2 will be ready in a few days. The prompt is:  He found a little lad at the airport looking for his mommy. This is how he met her. Same plane, same hotel, and the vacation began.

Here you go, my dear Iftikhar! (Also on and ao3.)

The departure hall at JFK was buzzing like a beehive, like usual. Killian Jones closed his eyes and stood for a few moments motionless, concentrating on himself and on just breathing in and out, blocking out all the noise and confusion around him. Good thing he was about to head on a three weeks’ vacation at his favorite place: by the sea. One last deep breath, and he was ready to open his eyes again and slowly make his way to the check-in counter.

When he was looking for the right counter, a boy, about twelve years old, caught his attention. He was standing all alone in the middle of the airport madness, looking like he didn’t belong there, just a bit like himself. He was packed with a huge backpack and had a suitcase by his feet, looking around a little cluelessly; it seemed like he was looking for someone. He didn’t have one of those small card signs around his neck that indicated he was an underage traveling alone, so he had to be with his parents or some adult at least. He pulled a cell phone from his pocket, looked at it and rolled his eyes in exasperation. Killian had seen enough. With three long steps, he was beside him.

“Everything okay, lad?” he asked.

The boy looked only briefly at him. “Not really,” he huffed. “Looks like I’ve lost my mom.”

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