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[kween-imaginer]

ill say this, i completely love the trope “the somewhat softie who simps for the sarcastic and strong-minded badass” trope because...

[kween-imaginer]

Knicked

Paring: Reader X Eggsy Unwin

Word Count: 1,083

Warning: Cursing, cuz it’s Eggsy

Summary: Basically if you ever saw Kingsman, it is the openingish scene where Eggsy knicked Rot’s car. Except the reader does and jealousy and all fun bullshit because I can’t summarize for shit.

A/N: Trying to get back into writing, enjoy???? Request pleaseeeee. THX.

You showed up to his apartment just as he opened the door to leave. He jumped a little, but a smile rested on his face. Your smile matched his. He turned around to lock the door.

“You wanna join me to the pub?” Eggsy asked you. You nodded and walked in silence next to him. The cold nipped at your barely exposed shoulders. 

Eggsy was freezing himself, but he knew to always offer a woman his coat if they were ever cold. So that’s exactly what he didn’t do. “Ya know, you steal my coats so often that I’m surprised you aren’t wearing one of them.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you laugh, shoving him with your shoulder. You crossed your arms to retain at least a little body heat. Eggsy rolled his eyes and gave it, putting his jacket over your shoulders. “Thanks,” you put your arms through his sleeves.

“No problem, love,” he smiled. 

You two make your way to the pub to be greeted by your other two friends, Ryan, and Jamal. They already had their pints in their hands, so you go over to the bar to order you and Eggsy one as he said hi to the guys. You later joined, handing the drink to Eggsy.

You four were enjoying your drinks and recalling the funniest blackout memories of each other. Currently, you and Ryan were recalling an interesting argument between Eggsy and Jamal on your question you asked them when they were absolutely plastered.

“Oh, what about the “yes” incident?” Ryan asked. Your eyes widened and you started getting hyped.

“Oh yeah, I remember. They had a few before they got to the party you and I were throwing back at our flat,” you recalled, “And I was talking about spelling the word yes. Y E S spells yes so what does E Y E S spell and Eggsy and Jamal were going at it for an hour.”

Jamal scoffed, “It was not an hour.”

“Yes it was, Ryan timed it,” You laughed at the boy’s expense.

“Okay, how do you expect two fucked bruv’s to know about to spell eyes?” Eggsy mumbled, playfully.

“Ryan could and he’s dumber than Dean,” You answered.

“What about Dean?” Dean’s goons come up with a couple of pints themselves. You guys stop smiling and laughing at the sight of the ugly twats.

“Nothing,” Jamal said quickly. He downed his drink soon afterward. It was a thing where they would show up and you guys had to go. You, however, had a brilliant idea.

“Fuck off now,” Rottweiler growled. You rolled your eyes, but you got up and put your arms around his waist. Eggsy sucked in a sharp breath. Jamal and Ryan watched with amusement.

Ryan and Jamal knew you both had feelings for each other. Everyone including each other knew that you had feelings for each other, but neither addressed it. You two seemed to enjoy the Cat and Mouse game you both played. However, everyone in that pub knew that if you didn’t get your hands off of Rot in five seconds that Eggsy would make sure that Rot would not see the light of day tomorrow.

You, knowing this, ignored his glaring. You were trying to do something. “Ah, Y/N, how may I help you?” He flirted. You wanted to gag but kept your hands running up and down the sides of his body to keep him distracted.

“Mhm, just wanted to feel you up a bit,” you winked. As soon as he went to put his hands on your waist, you backed up and drank the last of your beer. “See ya later.”

You all walked out of the pub, leaving a horny Rot back in there. Eggsy grabbed your arm to turn you around and question why you even did that. You saw the hurt look that you so desperately didn’t want to see. He opened his mouth to yell at you, but you held up car keys. None of you have a car.

“You knicked his fucking keys?” Jamal questioned. You nodded with a smirk. Eggsy grabbed the keys and kissed your cheek.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he growled. You scoffed.

“Or what?” You responded cheekily, getting into the passenger side of the car. Ryan and Jamal get into the back and Eggsy gets into the driver side.

As soon as he started the car, he blasted music and started doing donuts in the parking lot. Rot soon came out shouting to get out of the car, but Eggsy just took off. Not long after, cops showed up and chased you guys down the road. Eggsy was doing a lot of crazy stunts while driving.

It got to a point where Eggsy swerved to avoid hitting an animal and crashed the car. Jamal and Ryan were yelling at Eggsy for not hitting the animal and to escape, but he yelled at them to get out of the car. He also told you to get out of the car.

“Eggsy, I stole the keys, you can’t go to jail for this,” You tried to argue.

“Might as well, what else do I have?” he asked, knowing the answer, but it still stung you. You get out of the car and run out with Jamal and Ryan. You turn around to see Eggsy ram the car into the cop’s car.

Eggsy refused to reveal none of your names to the detective. He sat in silence. The detective eventually gave up and walked out of the room. That’s when he made the call that got him out.

He went around outside, still in shock, only to be in even more shock to a person, you, running into his arms. He grips you close to him so that you don’t fall and you swing your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You smash your lips against his, angrily.

“Don’t ever fucking do that again,” you said after kissing him a while. He kissed you again, deepening it with a content sigh.

“I won’t,” he mumbled. Your lips stay connected as if it was the only way to breath. However, this glorious moment was ruined by a man who had a black umbrella and square glasses.

“Eggsy?” He broke up your guy’s kiss. Eggsy, unwillingly, stopped kissing you and put you down. His arm immediately snaked around your waist. “May I speak to you in private?”

“Who are you?” Eggsy barked defensively.

“I knew your father.”

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F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Word Count: 1,717

Warning: None that I can think of really. Just some cursing and good old fashion sitcom embarrassment.

Summary: The one with Jill Goodacre. If you get that, I love you forever. Basically, the ever so famous Tom Holland is trapped in an ATM vestibule with the ever so awkward Y/N.

A/N: Send requests, I’d love to write them.

You walk into the vestibule, ready to deposit your check from work. You were tired and wanted to go home as quickly as you could so you almost didn’t see the man that you may or may not have ran into. Either way, You muttered an apology and went to the ATM to deposit.

As soon as it cleared, you went to walk out the doors, only to be stopped by the door not opening. You tried pushing and pulling. Only for it to be your nightmare. Trapped in an ATM vestibule in the freezing cold night of London when you could be in bed watching reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S with your best friend.

You pull out your phone only for it to not turn on at all. You muttered explicit words under your breath. You just wanted Chandler’s sarcasm to help amuse you through this.

“Well, what happened?” A familiar British voice spoke. You turn to see Tom Holland standing there in a flannel, black skinny jeans, and a coat that looked two sizes too big on him. He was questioning the locking of the doors.

“Hey,” you squeaked, naturally. Your cheeks started to burn as he looked at you quizzically. “I..uh...really want to go home, so if you could just tell me what’s going on, that’d be great.”

He brushed the confusion off his face and answered you, “Uh, my mate, Harrison, said it was a city-wide blackout, something wrong with the towers.”

“Fuck,” you groan. “Do you mind if I borrow your phone, I have to make a call.”

He gives you an odd look. It’s rightfully called for since he is a celebrity and the both of you are stuck in one room together. It might give off the wrong impression, or he could think you’re trying to find some information on his phone.

“Listen, I just need to call (Y/B/F/N) to tell her not to worry about me if I don’t come home in the next ten minutes, you can watch me dial if you’d like. My phone’s dead,” You hold up your phone to show. Tom, reluctantly, agrees and hangs up on Harrison. He hands you the phone and walks a bit away to give you some privacy.

“Hello?” (Y/B/F/N) chirped.

“Hey, it’s (Y/N),” You bite your lip hoping that she wouldn’t question the number. “Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I’m going to be late. I’m stuck in an ATM Vestibule.”

“With who, who’s phone are you using, what happened to yours?” she fired questions at you.

“Phone died, and no I can’t tell you who’s phone it is, that is just creepy,” you mutter. Tom looks over and you flash a pained smile, hoping that he isn’t seeing you slowly freak out over what’s happening at the moment.

I mean, what are the odds that you are stuck with your celebrity crush since God knows how long. And it’ll be a couple hours before you could even get out if you even wanted to do it.

“Are you okay?” your friend asks. You nod, stupidly. And yes, Tom did catch it and smiled a bit.

“Uh, yeah, just a bit chilly, but I’ll be fine,” you said quickly.

“Okay, let me know, I’ll try to send a firefighter or someone to help you, but Jacki says that people are calling the police like crazy,” she rambled.

You nod, again. “Yeah, I have to give him his phone back, bye.”

You heard a faint, “HE!?” before you clicked the end button.

“Thanks,” you hand him his phone back. He gives back a warm smile while reaching out for the phone. As soon as he grabbed it, you turned to go back to ‘your’ side of the vestibule, not making contact with him for half an hour.

“Do you want some gum?” he offered you. You just stared at his hand, in shock until he pulled his hand away awkwardly.

“Oh, God! Sorry, yes, um gum would be perfection,” you chuckle nervously. Gum is perfection, what the fuck (Y/N)? Tom either didn’t notice or didn’t want to embarrass you further, so he handed you a peace.

You tried blowing a bubble with it, out of habit, but it was a small peace so you barely got anything out, but Tom noticed and he let out a deep chuckle.

“You’re gonna need more than one piece for that,” he points to the sad bubble hanging out of your mouth. You quickly swipe it back in your mouth, only to swallow it and start hacking a lung out.

Tom rushed to your side with a look of concern. He pats and rubs your back as you continue to die. At least I can die in your arms, you thought dreamily and mostly sarcastically. People want to meet their celebrity crushes in beautiful ways, but coughing up a lung seemed like a close second in the Universe’s plans for you.

“You okay, love?” Tom asks as soon as you regulate your breathing. You nodded, knowing if you spoke, your voice would come out hoarsed.

“Good, because I do not to what I would do if you were actually choking,” he admits. You raise an eyebrow but look away with a smile and a head shake. “I’m being serious, I’d probably die myself before you’d choke.” That got a rough laugh out of you.

“Sorry, I’m much cuter than this is the real world,” you joke. He smiles.

“Real world?”

“Yeah, this shit can’t be real, I feel like I’m in a dream,” you say.

“Am I in the presence of a fan?” he jokes.

“I don’t know, am I in the presence of Spider-Man?” you kid back.

“Yes.”

“Then, yes.”

You both fall into a comfortable silence. Just you studying his features. The cameras could never do him justice. He is exceptionally handsome with his rugged boyish looks. He would look like one of your neighbors or a boy you go to uni with on a daily. A person that could blend in, but you couldn’t miss him at the same time.

“If you’re going to stare, you might as well give me your name, darling,” Tom pulls off a cheeky smile. You roll your eyes despite being embarrassed that you got caught staring and your cheeks becoming inflamed.

“It’s (Y/N),” you respond.

“I’m Tom,” he says, holding out a hand. You take it and shake it, laughing.

“I know, I’m your number one stalker,” you wink at him.

“Really?” he feigns the look of surprise. “You know I have always wanted to meet my number one stalker, but I’ve got to admit, you’re more clumsy than I would have expected.”

You act offended and back away, “I am so not clu-” but of course your life is a sitcom, and you hand to trip, making Tom reach out to grab you only for you to drag him down on top of you.

“So, maybe I’m a little clumsy,” you groan breathlessly. Tom lets out another chuckle and proceeds to get off of you. “I guess I’m the Emma to your Andrew.”

“What?” he scoots next to you.

“In Amazing Spider-Man 2, Peter, Andrew, didn’t catch Gwen, Emma, henceforth, you didn’t catch me from falling,” you explained to him.

“In my defense, you were practically on the ground already when you decided to grab my arm and yank me down on top of you,” your body felt like it was on fire from his words. How bothered could one person make you? Tom wanted to find out.

“Fine, I will give you that, but I am not just clumsy,” you childishly argue.

“Okay then, tell me three things about you,” He said,

“I’m (Y/N), I am not just clumsy, but I binge watch T.V. shows like I get paid to do it, I procrastinate like no tomorrow, and I manage to turn into a tomato any time a cute person lays their eyes on me,” your ears turned red at the last statement.

“I’m Tom, puppies are my kryptonite, I secretly like to listen to Celine Cion on repeat, and I like making cute people turn into a tomato,” he slyly flirts, which of course makes you turn red.

“You’re a wanker,” you laugh, trying to hide your red face. He just laughs. 

A phone ringing, more specifically his, makes whatever laughter was left, disappear.

“Yeah?” Tom answers the phone, getting up from his spot. You get up too and wipe imaginary dirt off your pants. “Okay, see you in a bit.”

“Harrison?” you questioned.

“Yeah, he said we should be able to leave now, the power is slowly coming back on in quadrants and ours is on,” Tom answers. You nod, but neither move. 

“I want to admit I had fun, despite embarrassing myself numerous times,” you say genuinely. 

Tom nods in agreement and moves closer towards you, “You wanna take a picture?”

“Phone’s dead,” you hold up your phone again.

“Just give me your insta, and I’ll send it to you,” he reasons. You nod, slowly.

“You’re not going to be my stalker, now are you?” you kid.

He smiles, “Of course, I wanna be like you, but with less of the falling and choking.” You shake your head and stand next to him while he takes out his phone.

“Ready?” You nod. 

You had the idea to turn and kiss his cheek at the last minute, but guess who had the same idea? You both ended up sharing a kiss that was caught by the camera. You pull away, blushing like a mad woman. A shy smile graces his face.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. 

“It’s fine, but I have to get going, make sure that you send it to me,” you give him your Instagram account name. 

“Promise,” he says watching you walk to the doors. However, he stops you. “Here take my coat, it’s too cold for you.”

“I can’t,” you try to shrug it off, but he zips it up. 

“I’ll text you if I want it back, it’ll give me an excuse to see you again.”

With that, you both head in opposite directions out of the ATM Vestibule. Both of you walk into your flats and face your best friends. Only to say.

“I had an amazing blackout.”

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[kween-imaginer]

Cherry Wine

Summary: Falling in love with Tom was hard enough, but you weren’t ready for this. (Based off of “Cherry Wine” by Hozier)

Warnings: domestic violence is the entire premise of this fic, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS IS TRIGGERING, I BEG YOU. Also language and Tommy being sad.

If you or someone you know is struggling in an abusive relationship please please please reach out and get help. Your safety is important and someone hurting you is not love.

Tom showed up to the bar late that night, you were supposed to meet him and Harrison at eight, but when you arrived half past, Harrison was sitting in the booth alone. He smiled up at you from across the room, nursing his beer, you had texted Tom that you’d be late but to order a round anyway and put it on your tab.

“Hey, H, where’s Tommy?” You asked with a smile as you sat next to him, plopping in your place before nodding at the bartender you had come to know after the months of frequenting the bar with Tom and Harrison. You looked at him and he shrugged unconvincingly, the both of you knew exactly where he was.

The two of you were silent, not wanting to talk about the current status of Tom’s whereabouts, there was too much to unravel with that. You were worried about him, how could you not be with him never coming out to spend time with you or Harrison anymore. The two of you knew exactly what was going on with Tom, but neither of you would dare bring it up, for he would just deny it.

Twenty minutes later, Tom walked into the bar with a false skip in his step, flashing the bartender a smile as he walked to you and Harrison. The closer he got, the more you could see his bloodshot eyes and the flush to his face. He was paler than normal which made the red blossom on his cheek stand out to the naked eye under the dim lights of the booth.

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[kween-imaginer]

Always Interrupted

Pairing: Betty Cooper X Reader

Word Count: 703

Warning: 18+, mature, slight/lot of smut, but not really. Curse words

Summary: You and Betty are sexually frustrated and constantly someone else needs you.

A/N: First time writing smut or sort of smut. I honestly had no idea on how to go with this, probably could have gone on longer, but I don’t know. Enjoy, request something.

Betty was walking hand in hand with you to your door. You knew your parents weren’t going to be home, so you tugged her inside and instantly found her lips with yours. Her hands wound in your hair while you kept tugging her by her waist to the living room couch.

You laid Betty down and instantly straddled her. Her hips bucked as you ground into her. Her blissful moans mixed in with yours. You began kissing down her neck, her hands urging you to go down further. Where she needs you the most.

You weren’t one to deny, so you slowly bring her leggings down to her mid-thigh when someone swung the door open. You and Betty both jump and groan in annoyance at the sight of Archie in the doorway looking like a deer caught in headlights.

He immediately swivels his head away from you guys and a dark blush fades his cheeks. “Sorry, Betty, uh Y/N, Jughead and Cheryl need you,” Archie rushes out.

You groan in annoyance again. Betty already pulled her leggings back on, much to your disappointment. You kissed her lips and promised to continue this again later.

“Finally,” Betty groans on top of you. After fixing the little meltdown Cheryl was having and assisting Jughead with finding out Jason’s killer, you and Betty went to her house. 

You guys quickly take each other’s shirts off. You flip her over and pull her leggings off for the second time today. Her ass is perked perfectly in your face. You run your hands up her legs and she whimpers, wanting you to end your teasing. That thought made you smirk.

You lay her back on her back, taking off your and her bras. until you’re both in your underwears only. The sight of her long blonde hair fanned out on the bed and her face contorted in pleasure every time you brush by her wet core made you instantly wet.

“Please Y/N, you’ve been teasing me all day,” she moans when you dip your hand down her panties. She lets out a moan. She bites her lip to try to control her sounds as you scissor her with your fingers.

She fists the sheets underneath her, “God!”

“Just me,” you reply cockily. She throws a playful annoyed look. Betty grabs you by the waist. You take your fingers out and put your legs in between hers.

You grind on her, both of you moaning. You go faster and faster, trying to chase both of your highs. “Betty!” A voice interrupts behind the locked door.

“My mom,” Betty mouths. You don’t stop, but you slow down to a painful speed for the both of you.

“Yeah,” she squeaks back.

“Are you okay in there?” She sounded closer to the door, turning the knob.

“Yeah,” she breathlessly lets out. “I’m just working out with Y/N.” You give her an “are you serious look”.

“It’s a form of working out,” she argues. You roll your eyes, still not halting your movements.

“Why is the door locked?” she questions, still not going away.

“Y/N is changing back into her clothes?” but it came into a form of a question.

“Oh, she can stay for dinner, I’m almost done,” she sing-songs. “Be down in two minutes.”

“Two minutes?” Betty looks up at you, you stop your movements.

“No, babe, later, I wanna hear those pretty moans,” you tease, feeling a little aggravated at the continuous interruptions.

You both quickly get dressed and fix your hair before going downstairs to eat dinner.

“Alright, so listen up,” you grab the attention of your friends. “Betty and I will be busy for the next few hours. If one of you guys so much as bug us, I swear you guys will never have the ability to have sex ever again.” You take Betty and leave in your car.

“Okay, so you two owe me twenty bucks,” Veronica looks at the two boys. They stare in confusion. “I told you either Y/N or Betty would say something about the interruptions. We have been bugging them an awful lot this week. You can practically smell the sexual tension on them.”

Jughead and Archie, reluctantly, cough up the money.

[kween-imaginer]

Risks

Pairing: None

Word Count: 748

Warning: swear words, slight angst or lots angst but not a lot either??

Summary: Theo is shocked that anyone would save his life, let alone you.

A/N: So I am back on writing, yay, send requests pleaseeeeeee, not to sound desperate or anything...

He didn't know who you were, but you sure as hell knew who he was. You had to have been buried under a rock and dead to not know who the infamous Theo Raeken was. A chimera, a liar, a cheat, a murderer.

That was enough to want to kill him, but ever since you joined Scott's pack, that changed your thinking, a little. You have killed people before, out of necessity and survival, but Scott has shown you a different path. However, it didn't ease the temptation of wanting to rip Theo's head off when Stiles told you what he had done to them.

Scott, however, wanted the more peaceful route. You were not to harm Theo under any circumstances. Stiles even mumbled something along the lines of, "Well, why the hell not?" You knew Scott heard that, but he made no comment towards it. So for the time being of going to school with Theo, you stayed low and away from Scott. You didn't want to be used by Theo to get to Scott, so you stayed mostly in the library or with other friends.

One day, you were lurking in the shadows, keeping an eye out for hunters. Hunters have yet to know your existence due to Scott biting you and training you in secret. Lydia and Stiles were the only other people that knew who and what you are.

You used it to your advantage when scoping out information from people. After all, you were the perfect person for it. You dressed the part of the innocent shy girl to a T. Everything about you screamed posh, much to your disgust, but you went along with it. You've helped more in the shadows than you could have in the light.

However, you had to come out of the dark this night.

Theo was lying in the back of his pickup truck, trying to catch some sleep. It seemed impossible with cops coming up, tapping the glass, and making him move his truck. He finally got comfortable when there was a tap at the window.

"Seriously?" He grumbles in annoyance, "I just parked here." He turned to the foggy window to be met with blue eyes and a shaking flashlight.

"Sir, please step out of the vehicle," Theo rubs the sleep out of his eyes and complies. He didn't register the gun that is currently aimed at his face.

Until you came in.

You kicked the gun out of the officer's hand and punched her in the throat, never giving her a chance to get a clear look at you. More guns cock behind you and Theo stares at you, startled. He can't figure out where he can place you.

You were too busy knocking flashlights to the ground and hunters unconscious to notice the baffled boy's intense staring. As soon as what you thought was the last officer was down, a cool metal barrel is met with the back of your head.

Theo jumps up to attack the man about to shoot his savior, but you were much quicker. You spun around, grabbing the shotgun out of the officer's hands and ram the back end of the gun into the officer's face. Blood gushes out of his nose as he renders unconscious.

"Who the hell are you?" Theo questions you. You wipe the blood off your face and put away your claws. Your eyes go from the glowing blue back to their normal Y/E/C ones.

"None of your business," you spat in anger. Your face not completely showing to him. He walks carefully towards you, but you take two steps back.

"If you hate me so much, then why did you save me?" Theo tries to pry answers from you.

"Scott is a good guy," is all you said, "despite what you did, he doesn't like seeing people hurt, not even the worse kind like you. We may have fought things that we can't explain that want to kill us, but at least they were upfront about it. You hid, like a coward." Your anger was seeping through. Your voice getting deeper with every word. You closed your eyes to maintain your position. To not let Theo know you're actually shaking in anger.

"Thank you," Theo says, surprising the both of you. "Scott is a good guy." With that, he saw you walk away and he knew he wasn't going to see you again. Then again, he could always bug Stiles for answers.

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14 Hours

Pairing: Reader X Shawn Mendes

Word Count: 2,200

Warning: Slight cursing, jokes??? Nothing really too bad.

Summary: Imagine being next to your idol on a 14-hour flight.

A/N: Absolutely the worst at updating and I am sorry. I did this because I’m currently avoiding doing homework. Enjoy. Also, I am writing another one. Please send in requests about almost any fandom. I’ll make a fandom list on who I know I can write for. Thanks....

Hour 1

"Flight 1578, flight from Sydney to San Fransisco is boarding now at gate 34B,” a man’s voice crackles over the airport’s intercom. You grab your phone, carry on, and headphones before heading into line.

You were about to visit your best friends of three years for the annual spring break adventures. You guys usually either got drunk and roamed the streets of L.A., or visited random restaurants to see if you could spot celebrities.

You spotted Leonardo DiCaprio at a bar with Jonah Hill once, but security guards were blocking anyone from getting to them. However, you fucking saw Leo, so that made your night two years ago.

Lights and flashes erupt with a stampede of voices. You roll your eyes and stick your headphones in, giving your passport and boarding pass to the woman before moving onto first class seating.

You were the only friend that moved from America to Australia when you turned 16. For four years straight, your friends have bought your ticket to America. Even though jetlag will kick your ass like always on the first day, the next two weeks will be an amazing blur of drunken mistakes and sober confessions. It was nice to get away from your hectic life to live a little before going back.

You bring yourself out of your thoughts when you sat down. You settle into your seat, pausing your music. You get settles in the comfy and roomy seat near the window. You peer out into the dark night, knowing that California is starting their day today.

“Are you sure you don’t want to switch seats?” A gruff voice made you peer to your left. You see a tall dark skinned and buff guy talking to the last passenger on the plane. You tilt your head in confusion.

“It’s not gonna be that bad, we’ll change if anything happens, but I doubt it,” another voice came from behind the buff guy. The buff guy grunts before turning his body to reveal the man.

You squint to make sure your eyes aren’t deceiving you. The familiar dark curly hair and matching dark brown eyes. He’s wearing a tight fitting button up navy blue with small white dots shirt. Skinny jeans accompanied his black converse while he gave off a shy smile. You stare, uncertain on what you were supposed to do.

What would you do?

Freak out?

Have a panic attack?

Freak out? Again?

Or remain calm?

You, however, did none of those and nodded. You missed his sigh of relief. Even though he shouldn’t judge people so quickly, he had to be careful. You looked around his age, he can’t tell if you were a fan or not. How crazy you would be. In this industry, he needed to keep his guard up.

You, on the other hand, were slowly dying on the inside. You couldn’t believe you got on a flight with Shawn Mendes, your favorite singer, and he is smiling at you. You noticed he was still standing awkwardly, making everyone wait for their departure.

“You can sit, I don’t bite,” you poke fun, subconsciously. It was like air coming out of your mouth and Shawn was glad you weren’t freaking out.

You knew that you were freaking out so much, your brain went on autopilot and doesn’t know any other way to proceed besides acting like he was just any random person, even though you knew he wasn’t.

Shawn sat down and buckled his seatbelt. You pop your headphones in, internally groaning that you’ll have to endure a 14-hour flight trying to tame your internal fangirl. Shawn would have to deal with sheer boredom, taking four monsters and some Advil for the flight.

Hour 5

You were sleeping soundly. Neither you or Shawn said a word to each other besides what you had said hours before. Shawn didn’t want to wake you, but he kept tapping his fingers on the tray in front of him and his rings clang on the plastic, making you wake.

You stretched a bit and took out your headphones while checking the time, 3 a.m. You looked over to see Shawn tapping his rings and shaking his leg. An idea pops in your head and you rummage through your bag. You take out cards and hold them out to Shawn.

“You wanna play a game?” You ask, albeit a little timidly. Shawn gets startled by your voice. He turns and looks at the cards. You see his hesitance and try to ease his nerves.

“Don’t worry, we aren’t playing Strip Poker, too many eyes,” you joke. He lets out a small chuckle and nods. “Do you know how to play bullshit?”

“Yeah,” he says, the first time you’ve heard his voice since the conversation with the bodyguard, but this time, it’s directed towards you. You were still freaking out on the inside but managed to shuffle the cards without shaking.

“Okay, but here’s a rule, all because my curiosity is killing me,” Shawn raises an eyebrow at your sudden rule. “Every time either one of us calls bullshit and we were wrong, the other person gets to ask a question.”

Shawn ponders the rule a little. He then speaks, “Okay, you’re on.”

You deal the cards and go into silence. Obviously saying the cards that you’re playing. Shawn places down three aces, and you raise an eyebrow.

“Bullshit,” you say confidently. Shawn smirks before flipping over the cards. You laugh and stare at the three aces before collecting them and the cards underneath.

“Alright, what is your name?” Shawn questions you.

“Getting straight to the difficult questions, I see,” you mumble. Shawn laughs, shaking his head. “It’s Y/N” Beautiful, Shawn thinks.

“I’m Shawn,” he says as if he doesn’t know that he’s one of the most famous and influential teenagers and singer from Canada.

“Wait, I thought you were Justin Bieber, damn,” you joke.

He gives a playful scowl before playing his next hand. You place one three and Shawn calls, “Bullshit.” It was your turn to smirk and flip over your card.

“One pet peeve?” You surprise him with the question. Well, you thought it was a normal question, but he seemed surprised, figuring you might ask about his love life or something extremely personal.

“I, hate when people think they’re better than everyone else,” you nod in agreement. You both continue to play in silence, awaiting the next time someone calls Bullshit falsely.

Hour 10

You don’t know when the rule stopped, but you both played and talked at the same time.

“So this is the fourth time you’re going to America to drink underage?” Shawn tries to follow along on why you’re friends don’t visit Australia since the drinking age is lower.

“Okay so I’m the only one that’s 20, all my friends are 21 or 22,” you place down more cards for your new name of Go Fish. “Do you have a seven.”

Shawn shakes his head, “Go fish.”

“So you have a concert in LA?” you question. He had told you he had one and you had no clue. He mentioned it being a small party thing, exclusives only. Basically celebrities and their plus ones.

“Sort of, just performing in a club meant for VIP’s. Everyone is welcome, but not to where the celebrities and the A-listers are in the back,” He rearranges his cards.

You nod, thoughtfully.

“Why did you move to Australia?” Shawn asks innocently. You shift a bit in your seat. “I don’t mean to pry, but you told me you moved there four years ago.”

“It’s fine, just my parents went through a messy divorce and decided to move in with my older brother while they both stayed in the stares. I see them whenever they visit,” you answer, “Got a four?”

He hands you one and you place your cards down.

“Are you a fan?” a question that was always on the tip of his tongue and was terrified to bring it up.

“That obvious?” you chuckle nervously.

“Actually not at all, I don’t think I would have figured it out unless you admitted it to me,” he confessed. “I’m flattered and kind of glad you aren’t freaking out.”

You snort, “yeah, okay.” He shoots you a confused look. “I’m freaking out so much that I am just calm and can’t act any other way besides a sarcastic little shit.” You and Shawn laugh.

“Well, it’s kind of refreshing,” he admits. He sees you looking down at your cards, a small blush coloring your cheeks. “Wanna do something besides cards?” You look up at his hand that is handing his cards back to you. You put them all in the box and put them back in your bag.

“Like what?” you ask.

“Wanna jam out and sing songs on Spotify?” he holds up his phone. You furrow your brows.

“I cannot sing for the life of me,” you respond.

“Honestly neither can I,” Shawn jokes. You roll your eyes, “Come on, it’ll be fun, you can record it if you want.” You shake your head.

“I don’t want to record it, I don’t need to relive my embarrassment,” you groan.

“Ah, but I want to,” he chuckles and takes out a camera from his bag. He hangs it in front of the both of you and starts recording.

“Video Diary number one for the North American part of the tour,” Shawn says to the camera. You chuckle at his posh voice. “I’m here with the beautiful, Y/N Y/L/N, and we are going to be jamming out to some of my songs.” Your eyes widen in horror.

“Shawn, you ass, you said it was some songs, not your songs,” you slap his arm. He feigns hurt and rubs his arm.

“Hey, I never said they weren’t my songs either,” he smiles cheekily. You roll your eyes and groan.

“So the first song, Mercy,” Shawn smiles evilly.

Hour 13

You and Shawn gave up on singing an hour in. He claims your voice is absolutely beautiful despite you saying otherwise. You guys have been talking and putting on stupid stunts for the camera. He says it’s going on YouTube for his channel, but only with your permission. You decline to leave anything that had to do with you talking or having your name in it. Basically only in the beginning montage.

You told Shawn that you wanted to sleep for the last hour. He was going to be awake still. However, the caffeine was starting to wear off.

He thought about how cool you were and how much you guys found out about each other. Some stuff, he wouldn’t dare say in an interview. You were calmish, and completely fine when he didn’t answer any questions that were deemed too personal by him. He didn’t push you when you didn’t want to speak about your family or your life in Australia.

Your phone rested in between you guys and an idea popped in his head. He opened your phone, knowing your password that you had to admit in a question while he had to admit his password too. He then took a selfie with his head resting on your sleeping form. You looked all snuggled up and curled into a ball.

He then went into your contacts and placed his number in there with a blue heart next to his name.

He drifted away to sleep with a small smile.

Hour 13 1/2

You wake up to light snoring on your shoulder. You turn your head to see Shawn’s sleeping figure curled up to your side. You brush a curl out of his face in time to see his nose scrunch up. You chuckle slightly and spot his phone when it bings. 

You grab it, ignoring the notification. You pull up the camera app and stick your tongue out at it while taking a picture of you and Shawn. You then add your contact to his phone under as “Creepy Fan from the Plane”.

You close out of his phone and fall back asleep for the remaining half hour and decent.

The buff guy you saw talking to Shawn wakes up Shawn. Shawn stares at your sleeping body and memorizing your features. He chuckles noticing some drool come out of the corner of your mouth.

Shawn shakes you awake, you awaken, startled.

“Did we already land?” You ask. Shawn nods. You grab your bag and yawn. You exit the plane behind Shawn. Cameras seem to be on Shawn and you knew this is where you said goodbye. You didn’t know if you would see him again. So you gave Shawn a tight smile and turned to baggage claim, knowing full well what would happen if the cameras caught any other reaction.

So? Sent by Shawn?

So? You respond.

Shawn sent an invite to the club.

Bring your best friends, might as well start your spring break off right. Shawn responds. I’ll have someone pick you guys up at six.

You smile, walking through the airport. Shawn stares at his phone and looks up in time to see you walking towards baggage claim, happy to see the smile on your face.

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Reblog if you love Tyler Posey and realise that he is the main character of his fucking show and that he deserves acknowledgement and love because he's amazing.

Reblogging myself lads.

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Powerful New Video Tackles Racial Bias To Remind Kids Their ‘Black Is Beautiful’

A new video released Monday titled “The Talk” compellingly tackles the impact of racial bias through the lens of black parents in America.

This video accurately displays what it is like to be black in America. It shows the conversations all black parents have with their kids to keep them safe and to encourage them to fight the racist society. And it’s heartbreaking that parents need to remind their kids that their “Black is beautiful”.Society needs to change and time has come to talk about this.

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“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

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this is the finished video!! i am so damn proud of this and pls let me know what you think!!

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Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

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Perfect

Paring: none

Word Count: 1,020

Warning: Reader slaying

Summary: Reader is a flawless angel, princess, person

A/N: There needed to be a fic where the reader is perfect. Everyone is beautiful in their own ways. it doesn’t matter what your race, religion, height, or weight is, you are absolutely perfect. There needs to be more positivity in one’s self and hopefully, this helps spread that message.

She knew they were going to stare. She knew that they were going to look at her odd. She knew that this is what needs to be done. She knew she looked good. She knew that she was gonna cause heads to turn. She knew she had to be the bait. She knew they were going to be protective. She knew she had to look like this. She knew she had to have this in order to kill this son of a bitch demon.

Y/N thinks back to twenty-four hours prior to her standing in the bathroom, the boys banging on the door asking her to hurry up or they would be late for the gala.

Sam, Dean, and Y/N were on the road again. Sam picked this place in Wisconsin where there was suspicious activity arising. It was a week after she and Dean had taken Sam away from Stanford. They all needed a case to get over the fact that finding Sam and Dean’s father was becoming more and more of a lost cause.

“Why don’t we stop in a bar?” She suggests. The boys nod their heads. A small town like this place didn’t look over the three newcomers.

Girls threw themselves at Dean while Y/N and Sam went to the bar to order drinks. Some guys tried to hit on Y/N, but they were turned down repeatedly by the glare of Sam. She rolled her eyes.

“Sammy,” he winced at the nickname, “We need to make nice with the locals so that we can get information from them. I’m going to go talk to a couple guys.” She got up and ventured towards the beer belly, long brown beard, and greased up locals.

Sam kept a watchful eye on her. He didn’t need her getting into trouble, but he knew she could hold her own. She has even saved his ass a couple of times.

He shook his head and went back to his research. The thing that happened was a break-in at a high classed auction event, but security was extremely high. They suspected that the person of interest stayed when everything was shut down, but the security guards did a thorough scan of the place and there was no one there. Sam and Y/N suspect a demon ransacking the place considering the killer was the man who threw the party and killed his wife. He came forward and confessed, but said it wasn’t him who did it. The authorities still believe he was held at gunpoint or something to kill his wife without him having a choice.

“What is that?” Y/N questions Sam.

“The case files, I have an old friend that’s in the department and she sent them to me,” Sam mumbles.

“Oh, old girlfriend?” She smirks. Sam blushes.

“Yeah, we are FBI agents by the way,” Sam puts away the case files. She and he ordered a few beers and waited for Dean to stop flirting, but it seems like he’s going to be taking the lanky blonde back to a hotel. Dean winks at them and drags her out.

“Ready to walk?” Sam questions her. It’s only nine at night.

“No, I gotta call a cab and go somewhere real quick, you said we needed to go to a gala thing tomorrow, right?” Y/N asked Sam. He nodded. He gives her kiss on the cheek, warning her to be safe. She chuckles and calls a cab to head straight to a mall.

This leads to this moment right now. Sam and Dean rushed her to hurry up. They both hated the monkey suits they were both forced to wear. They kept their weapons concealed on their ankles and in their jackets. It was a little more complicated for Y/N to conceal her weapons. 

She put her hair in a fancy messy updo held together by a silver blade that can be taken out at a moment’s notice. She put on a black garter belt that hid her pistol up her thighs. She has a belt on that has other various small items hidden. Her dress flowed out enough so that it wasn’t noticeable.

Dean bangs on the door.

“Come on Y/N, get out here, we are going to be late,” he barks. Even though the trio have known each other for years, they have never seen her dressed up. Anytime she had a date, she would sneak out while they were either out or asleep.

This is a first for all three of them. Anytime they had to wear anything fancy, she made up any excuse to stay or not dress up, but she had no choice this time. There was no turning back the second she bought the dress.

“Okay, but please don’t freak out,” she practically yells through the door. Sam and Dean share an equally confused look. This girl has fought every monster that erupts from hell, why would she be afraid of the boys freaking out?

“We promise,” they both state.

Then the door opens. It was a slow-motion moment in a movie. She walked out with grace and beauty despite her looking incredibly uncomfortable being in a dress and heels. Her makeup is done to perfection, her hair perfectly not perfect, just everything about her was perfect. The boys' jaws dropped and she flushed red. Only them could make her embarrassed for wearing a dress that was perfect for her.

“Uh,” Sam tried to speak.

“You look...” Dean trails off.

“Beautiful,” they both finished. She smiles small. They keep raking their eyes over her figure, not sexually, at least not for Sam.

“We, uh, we have to get going,” Sam still failed at speaking. She smirks and walks past them.

“Dude, I may know that demons exist, but I didn’t know that angels exist too,” Dean said to Sam. Sam nods in agreement. 

Describing her as an angel was too much of a vanilla compliment. It didn’t feel right. There needed to be a better term. They knew she was gorgeous, but seeing her as an actual princess threw them for a loop.

Y/N is perfect.

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LUCAS HEMMINGS

Paring: Luke Hemmings X Reader

Word Count:937

Warning: none

Summary: Imagine Luke shopping at Hot Topic with his mum and when you walk in, he shoves his mum in the dressing room so she doesn’t embarrass him in front of the pretty girl

A/N: Different, but I write for different fandoms. By the way  I like this picture because it’s just so funny looking, it has nothing to do with this story. XOXO

Luke went into Hot Topic with his mom one day when he needed more ripped black skinny jeans. His band was starting to pick up more and more and he was tired of Michael picking on him for not being as punk rock as the rest of the group. Yeah, it was in good fun, but he still wanted him to stop.

You were running late for work. You were a cashier at Hot Topic and even though Emmanuel didn't care, you still didn’t want to be late. Your mom took forever to get home from picking up your little brother so as soon as she got him out of the car, you drove as fast as you could to get there.

Luke continued to scan some other items as his mother was picking out the jeans in his size. He runs a hand through his quiff to make sure it fits fine. he placed a snapback on his head. he was starting to get even more recognized now. It didn’t bother him too much, but he just wanted to get these jeans and go home without having to sign an autograph for everyone in the mall.

He scanned through some stuff and saw his band's merch standing proudly next to Blink 182′s shirts and other accessories. A small smile reaches his lips. He can barely understand the fact that his band has gotten this far. He couldn’t wait to see how far it could go.

“Honey, you want this penguin tie?” his mom asks him. Luke chuckles and shakes his head. They make their way towards the back of the store to check out more shirts and jeans.

You come in rushing towards the back to see Emmanuel lighting a smoke up with the manager. You roll your eyes but chuckle at their childish behaviors. They always smoke when they knew you were coming in. You didn’t mind or care as long as it wasn’t around you. 

You came out after storing your stuff in your locker. You fixed your hair in the mirror and went passed the clothing area. Without a care or a second thought to your surroundings.

But not for Luke. He noticed you rushing to the back and come out fixing your appearance. As soon as he saw you walking towards him, he did the only thing he could think of so that he didn’t embarrass him, shove his mother into the dressing room. Granted it wasn’t a smart thing, but cute girls made him do stupid stuff.

He did thank the Lord that you didn’t notice his failed attempt to make sure nothing was there to stop him from talking to you, but you were just on your merry way towards the register. What really captured yours and the five girls and one guy in the stores' attention was the yelling.

“LUCA HEMMINGS!” his mom shouts as she angrily stomps out of the dressing room. The girls and guy rush over towards where you were. Some girls screamed, one of them almost fainted.

“Sorry honey,” his mother smiled sheepishly. 

Luke turns bright red as he sees you walking towards him and the group of fans. it didn’t click in your head on who he was until you saw his shirt hanging with his face plastered on it. You chuckle and watch the exchange going on with him and his fans.

He smiles in the pictures, answers questions, and signs some stuff. You retreat to the register to help the girls who had to go. You took a quick peek at Luke to see him kissing the guy’s cheek. You smile as you ring up the next girl. As soon as everyone leaves, you wait for Luke to come up.

His mom was practically shoving him up there. His face was bright red by the time he came up with his jeans, a couple shirts, and, unfortunately for him, a penguin. His mom made him bring that up with him as payback for shoving her in the dressing room despite him apologizing to her.

You rang up the items, trying not to laugh at Luke’s face. it was quite a cute sight to see.

“You’re from that band Five Seconds of Summer, right?” you asked. Luke’s mom went out of the store claiming that she’ll be outside if he needed her.

“Uh, yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck. He stares at his feet while he shifts.

“You guys are pretty good,” you ring up the penguin.

“Nah, we suck,” he jokes. You giggle and he swore he died and went to heaven. He just wanted to hear you giggle like that or even smile at him. “I apologize for damaging your ears.”

“Don’t be,” you smirk a little, “I like listening to cute guys sing.” Luke’s jaw dropped. You laughed at his reaction.

“Well,” he gains his composure back. You set his stuff on the counter, “I like making cute girls smile. Do want to make us both smile and go out this Saturday?” You nod.

“Yeah, here’s my number,” you take out a pen and grab his hand, writing your number down, obviously. You wrote your name too, not that you needed too since it was on your tag. Your name wasn’t going to be one that he would forget.

He smiles and takes his bag, walking towards the door. You shake your head and chuckle, “Luke!”

He turns around, confused, but smiling. “Yeah?”

“You have to pay for those,” you chuckle at his red expression.

“I knew that,” he turns towards the door where his mom stands, “Mum!”

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Glade Part 2

Paring: none really

Word Count: 1,233

Warning: cursing, near death (not really)

Summary: The reader is still keeping a watchful glare on Thomas and even more so after a certain incident. Mihno is the best friend that wants to be supportive but only takes a wrong turn. 

A/N: Here is the second part of the series idea I have. The first few parts are going to be boring, but it should pick up next part. XOXO

You were widdling wood as you watched the greenie, well Thomas, talk to Newt in the gardens. Again, you were keeping a close eye on the boy to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. Well anymore stupid than trapping a bunch of teenagers in a maze. What in the hell was he thinking? Does he even remember any of this? Does he remember you as much as you vividly remember him?

For Thomas, the answer to all of your questions was no. He doesn’t remember a thing, he doesn’t know who you are despite the feeling of recognizing you. He always felt your watchful glare anytime he worked as if you were ready to pounce on him at any given moment. Newt had explained that you were on medical probation after twisting your ankle so you couldn’t run for another two days.

Thomas paid attention, but he continued to stare at you. He watched how you could create a spear without having to look where you’re carving. Anything you carve or make always has your initials marked on it. It was to sign off your work.

You noticed Thomas barely looking at Newt. He was studying you and that didn’t sit well with you or Mihno. He ran up next to you as the doors were beginning to close. Mihno sent a glare before gaining your attention.

“Don’t tell me you have been staring at lover boy all day?” Mihno taunted. You glared at Mihno. 

He was one of your close friends, but you had yet to tell him about how you had no trust in Thomas. Mihno could tell you were off, but never said anything because he knew you would talk when you were ready. You were particularly stubborn when talking which made your friendship perfect. Perfect balance of sarcasm and heartfelt moments. 

“How was the run?” you change the subject. You flash an actual smile. One that only seems to be reserved for Mihno.

“Boring without you, Ben bugs me endlessly,” Mihno jokes. You roll your eyes, but the smile never leaves.

Thomas walks over to you guys and the smile dissipates. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Mihno. He sends a glare to Thomas knowing the cause of his best friend’s mood is him.

“Is Ben okay?” he asks the intimidating runners. Thomas wanted to get on your good side, so showing interest in a fellow runner’s health seemed a good way to start.

Mihno and you look to where Ben wanders in the wooded area. he hobbled a bit, but he seemed okay. Once he disappeared from your eyesight, you looked at Thomas, bored.

“Yeah, he’s fine,” Mihno answered. Ben and him had separated as usual and when he came back he seemed fine. he was groaning, but Ben said he pulled a muscle. Odd, but not uncommon.

“I was just-” but you cut him off.

“Just don’t, we know when somethings up and we don’t keep anything from each other, if Ben says he’s fine, he’s fine. Now leave greenie,” you growled. Mihno raises his eyebrows. Thomas nods and leaves to go back to Newt.

Mihno wraps his arms around you from the back. You sigh and lean back into him. You weren’t as tense when you were with Mihno, he just seemed to know how to calm you down.

“How’s the ankle?” he mumbles in your hair.

“I get to run in two days,” you smiled softly.

“Good,” he mumbles again. “You wanna talk about what your problem is with the new greenie?”

“Hey, you have a problem with him too,” Mihno rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Don’t think I don’t notice your glares at him.”

“Well, when anyone is upsetting you, I take great pride in trying to scare the shit out of him to help you,” he rations. You sigh.

“I just don’t trust him,” you bite your lip. Mihno spins you around.

“We are going to the map room, we need to talk about some things,’ Mihno drags you to the one place you hate. The room that taunts you saying that you can’t ever find a way out.

Thomas gives another glance at your retreating figures. He sighs not knowing what to do to get on your good side. Everything was perfectly fine until the bonfire. After that, you became so cold to him that he was afraid of getting ice burns from your glares.

“Come on Tommy, what did you do to piss her off?” Newt questions the distressed boy. 

Thomas racks his brain trying to figure out what he could have done to piss you off, but it hurts his head too much. His brain is screaming at him to remember you. That you were important, but he didn’t know why or who you are, were, outside of the maze.

“I don’t know,” he whispers. He shook his head and went back to work trying to fathom what reason he could have to piss her off.

“Ben has been gone a while, mind checking on him?” Newt asks. Thomas nodded and headed in the direction of Ben.

Mihno and you heard a shout in the middle of your argument and you both sprinted, not expecting to see this. Ben with a raging look in his eye attacking Thomas.

Without hesitation, you and Mihno ran up to Ben and pried him off of Thomas. Thomas crawls up, back, and fast until he hits a tree. His breath and heartbeat elevating and eventually lowering as soon as he saw you walking up to him. 

“Hey, are you okay?” your voice dropped down to a whisper. Alby and Newt dragged Ben, along with other guys, to the hole. Mihno stayed with you and Thomas waiting for medjacks.

“What the hell happened?” he sputtered out. Your eyes soften, guard still up, but notice how he’s genuinely confused. He doesn’t remember, but you still do. A part of you wished he got bit. You were in the hell hole because of him. But none of that mattered right now. 

“He was bitten by a griever,” Mihno added. Thomas and you exchange a confused look.

“It was the middle of the day, how the hell did a griever bite him?” It wasn’t even a month since Thomas had come up and now grievers are attacking in the day. 

The medjacks come rushing down. Dan, according to Phil, was with Ben to check on him. Dan does the basic medical procedures he knows like checking for concussions and such. Mihno grabs your hand and you grab it, getting further and further away from Thomas. He is the reason all of this is happening.

“Who is gonna fill in for Ben tomorrow? None of the runners are going to run after that, and I can’t run for another two days,” you whisper in hushed tones.

“Alby will, and we will be fine,” Mihno stared into your worried eyes. He kissed your forehead and brought you into a tight hug, not even thinking about the argument you both had earlier about trusting Thomas. 

One thing that did stick in your mind is the fact that Mihno was saying that more so to reassure you more than anything. You were hoping that he out of everyone believed you, but it looks like you were only going to have to talk to one person about not trusting the new greenie.

Gally.