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    woah tommo! (100)

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    And just say the word, and we'll take on the world
    and just say you're hurt, we'll face the worst,
    nobody knows you the way that I know you,
    look in my eyes, I'll never desert you

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    Luke Hemmings x Acacia Knox
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    Michael Clifford x Lucille Clarke
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    Ashton Irwin x Vianne Hayward
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    Calum Hood x Laurel Chandler
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    Jensen Ackles x Rohesia Gladwyn
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    Jared Padalecki x Leigh Cecil
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    Harry Styles x Cyrielle Garland
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    Louis Tomlinson x Kiera Emil
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    Nathaniel Buzolic x Mynte Falk
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    Cillian Murphy x Nell Tripp
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    December 4th, 2019 at 09:16pm
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    never sleep. (100)

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    Acacia had spent her day shopping - as she did most days. Her parents spoiled her and she had no qualms in admitting it. Carrying her bags still as she walked down a sidewalk, she made her way into a cute little coffee shop, deciding she could use the extra caffeine to get through the rest of the day; shopping could get exhausting and she needed the energy. Humming with the thought, she moved to stand in line and ordered her drink, paying for it and leaving a generous tip before she moved to sit down, peering around a bit, deciding that people watching could pass her time for now. She set her bags down beside her before she focused on drinking.

    Michael was surprised that his family had agreed to this odd request that had been placed upon them. A bodyguard was sending Lucille Clark to them for them to look after, because the Clark patriarch had gone missing. It was the bodyguard’s job to look after the girl, though, so Michael didn’t understand how or why they’d gotten brought into the whole issue. Regardless, he’d helped to set up a room for her, complete with new bedding and decorations and even new paint on the walls, and now it was just a waiting game for Lucille to arrive, as the bodyguard had agreed to bring her there himself - they couldn’t risk her using public transportation or driving herself, in case she was in danger, after all.

    Vianne stared at her mother’s gravestone, and she chewed hard on her lip, trying to not cry. She had to be strong, she had to follow her father’s lead because, one day, she would be taking over the family business from her father, controlling the large group of loyal people he’d gathered to follow him. One such person stood near her - Ashton Irwin. Her father had asked him to act as her bodyguard; given the circumstances, he felt in necessary, in case the people who killed her mother tried to hurt Vianne to get to him as well. Swallowing hard, Vianne didn’t say anything before she turned to leave as the funeral ended.

    Calum stood with the remaining Chandler family members, watching the entire funeral procession quietly, though his gaze never left Laurel. Her father had come to him personally, asking him to keep his daughter safe, and he had agreed without hesitation, wanting to do everything he could to ensure the young woman’s safety. He stayed near her, vigilant, having every intention to do whatever he had to do to keep her alive, and he didn’t want to take any risk whatsoever with her life. He watched as her father left once the funeral ended, but he waited for Laurel, waiting to see what she decided to do, though he didn’t rush her at all.

    Rohesia frowned deeply as she was given the news by her parents. She was meant to marry the Ackles son, Jensen. Her family had had a war with the Ackles family for years - she didn’t know why, but she believed in it, because she was raised to believe in it. And now she was meant to marry one? She couldn’t help but scoff at the idea. Who in the world could ever think that was a good idea? But, her parents had agreed to it and it would ensure peace - and she couldn’t go against her parents, no matter how much she wanted to. After being told she would personally meet him soon, she went upstairs to get ready and wait.

    Jared lifted his gaze to the house he was approaching. He was a new recruit in the Cecil gang, but there was something about him that the family didn’t know, a secret he intended to protect with his life: he was an undercover cop. They’d been approached with information on what the group was doing and, while they’d been suspicious for years, now was the time to act, and they couldn’t waste any time. He’d all but volunteered to be the one to go undercover. He knew the risks, of course, but it had to be done, and he’d rather it be him who was in such a high amount of risk, rather than those around him who had wives and children. It was better this way. Making his way to the door, he knocked lightly.

    Cyrielle breathed out as she finished unpacking her things in her new dorm. This was what she needed - a fresh start, a new life, a normal life, away from everything her family stood for. She wanted nothing to do with their criminal activity, she just wanted to start over. Standing back to admire her work, she couldn’t help but to smile slightly, proud, and she eventually turned to leave her room, deciding that she could explore her new campus a bit. She’d never been to a college before, and she could admit that she was excited for the new experience, especially when it gave her the chance to be somebody she wasn’t.

    Louis grinned as he wandered around the college campus, excited to enjoy a few free days before classes would officially start. It would give him time to acclimate to the campus, to his surroundings, and to meet new people. Moreover, it would give him time to really enjoy a bit of fun - he was sure there would be plenty of parties leading up to the first day of classes (and he was also sure the first day of classes would be full of a ton of people with hangovers) and he didn’t want to miss out on them. All he really wanted to do was to have some fun, to enjoy his time here, and to see how this whole college thing turned out for him in the end.

    Mynte leaned against her car as she waited for Nell. The Tripp and Falk families were close - Mynte didn’t really know why, but they’d bonded over something a long time ago, around the time of hers and Nell’s births - and Nell was her best friend. She was also the only person Mynte personally knew and trusted that understood what it was like to be the daughter of a high profile criminal family. Leaning into her car, she honked the horn once more, just for good measure, and looked back to the house as she waited.

    Cillian ran a hand through his hair as he walked out of his father’s office. His father hadn’t been the same since his sister’s kidnapping so long ago, but there was nothing Cillian could do to help, and he hated that, more than he cared to admit. He’d done everything he could, overturned as many leads as possible, trying to help his father find his sister, but it always came up with nothing. And his family wasn’t the only one that was suffering. The Buzolic family had lost a daughter, too, around the same time as Cillian’s sister had been taken, and the families relied heavily on each other while they searched for their separate girls. Sighing with the thought, he left the house to head out to meet with Nathaniel, mostly wanting to get his mind off of everything.
    March 17th, 2020 at 03:34pm
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    Luke had tried to keep a low profile, and so far, it seemed to have been working. His hair was tied into a top knot, and he wore sunglasses, having allowed his facial hair grow a little over the past week so that he wasn't so obviously spotted in public by any of the men that worked for his father, because he fucking knew that the moment they caught him without protection outside of the Hemmings dwelling, he would be in deep trouble. Snitches. Rolling his eyes with the thought, Luke ducked into a coffee shop that had an inviting entrance, happy to be making his own decisions of where and when he could take a break. Taking off his sunglasses as he crossed the threshold, his heart fell as he noticed that there wasn't any tables empty for him to sit at, but that couldn't stop him - not now. Moving to order an iced coffee, Luke paid, leaving a kind tip with a smile to the barista before studying the establishment, his eyes falling on a beauty who seemed to be lost in her own world. "Excuse me?" Luke offered a sweet smile then, completely oblivious to how his heart raced and how he found himself wanting to know this girl, the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "Is anyone sitting here, ma'am?"

    Lucille walked up the steps to the Clifford home as her bodyguard, Tom, trailed behind her with her suitcase. Karen Clifford had apparently gotten her father out of many messes he'd made for himself, and she would take equally as good care of Lucille - hopefully. Looking over her shoulder to ensure that Tom was still there, Lucille took a deep breath before lifting her hand to gently knock the door, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as Tom carelessly placed her suitcase beside her petite frame. "Thank you, Tom." Lucille nodded. "That will be all for your services. Try not to enjoy your paycheck too much, you definitely didn't earn it." She frowned, eyeing the man with disgust before facing the modest front door once more, anxiously shifting foot to foot. Her father had been missing for a month now, and somewhere deep down within, Lucille knew he wouldn't resurface alive; it was common sense. The man had many enemies. Lifting her gaze as she heard footsteps approaching the other side of the door, she perked up, having a persona to keep up with - it came with being a Clark.

    Ashton kept his distance but stayed as close to Vianne as he could without seeming invasive, but his eyes didn't leave Vianne once - he'd been silently protecting her throughout the funeral, because within this sort of business, you didn't know who was a friend, or who was a foe. The service had been fitting, a beautiful tribute for a wonderful woman, and Ashton could feel himself wanting to comfort Vianne, because all of this just couldn't of been easy to deal with. Carefully approaching the gravestone, Ashton gently placed his hand on top of the polished marble. "I promise I'll take care of her, Alice." Ashton murmured softly. "I'll never let anything hurt her." And he intended to keep that promise, whether he had to sacrifice his own life or not. Following Vianne, Ashton broke into a light jog to catch up with the beauty, clearing his throat to make her aware of his presence. "Vianne," Ashton greeted gently. "Do you want to go to the wake, or would you rather go home?" Ashton knew that Vianne's father would have to go to the wake, but Ashton was happy to drive Vianne home and spend some time with her - he'd always harboured a bit of a crush towards Vianne, but as an employer of her father, he couldn't bring himself to act on it. Besides, he was uncertain Vianne felt the same way. Offering Vianne his arm, Ashton offered her a sweet smile.

    Laurel walked away from her mother's headstone after pressing a kiss to the top of the polished marble, and she knew that she had to keep strong, for herself, for her father, and for the business. At least she knew that she was in safe hands, because Calum Hood, one of her father's most trusted men, had been assigned to to protect her. Laurel was torn about the decision that everyone had seemed to make behind her back: on one hand, she was safe, but on the other, she had very little privacy to do what she wanted. Approaching Calum as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, Laurel cleared her throat. "Can we go home, please, Calum?" And studying the handsome boy, Laurel tried not to let her thoughts drift too easily. The boy was stunning, but Laurel knew nothing could ever come between them, because she was a little younger than Calum, and he was always so professional - it was frustrating, at times, he always seemed so stiff.

    Jensen straightened out his tie as he listened to his father tell him that he was to marry Rohesia Gladwyn, a family that the Ackles' had rivalled against for as long as Jensen could remember. Neatening out the rolled up sleeves of his crisp white shirt, Jensen subtly rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek. He could see the good intentions of forming an alliance, but from the things he'd heard of Rohesia from the others, she'd seems insufferable, and Jensen had to marry that? As the Rolls Royce came to a stop outside the Gladwyn Manor, Jensen nodded stiffly at his butler, following his father out of the beautiful car - one he wished he could steal and run away with. Knocking, and hearing dogs barking inside, Jensen straightened out his tie once more, wanting to, at least, seem presentable. "Is she pretty, at least?" He asked with an arched eyebrow. At least the house was pretty, with a large fountain outside to greet any newcomers, far more impressive than his father's free roaming peacocks.

    Leigh lifted her gaze as there was a light knock to their front door. "I'll get it, Daddy." She hummed happily, standing to her feet quickly. She knew that had been a new recruit, someone her father had called potentially valuable to any future exchanges - she couldn't help but be curious. Besides, it would be far easier for her to go to the door, seeing as her father's wheelchair was a slow mode of transportation. Grinning with the thought, Leigh headed to the front door, pulling open the heavy oak and leaning against the door frame, studying the handsome man. "Name, please? Identification, if you can provide any. We run a tight ship here."

    Harry had been quite nervous to be starting college, but now that he was on the campus, in his dorm room, he felt like he could let go of that anxiety and try his hardest to begin to enjoy the experience - party a little, meet new people, maybe find someone to love. Smiling with the thought, Harry decided that the first step would be exploring the campus a little. Shrugging off his jacket to swap for a cardigan, Harry locked the door behind him as he headed out into the sunshine, trying not to get too disheartened when he saw that there were already people who pooled so easily together. He hoped the clique thing was left in high school. Looking at his phone as he rounded a corner, Harry let out a noise of surprise as he lifted his gaze. "Oh, my goodness, I'm so sorry." He stuttered, pausing as he came face to face with a beauty. Maybe luck was on his side after all. "Are you alright?" Harry rested a hand on her arm carefully. "I'm Harry..."

    Kiera hitched her bag further up her shoulder as she looked around, confused. The campus was a lot bigger than what she was expecting, having lead a sheltered life so far, but damn it, she was never turning back to that. Maybe she could ask for help, there was no shame in asking... Nodding to herself, Kiera studied the area for the next stranger she saw, who happened to be wearing a grey hoodie and wearing a confident expression on his face. Him. He would do nicely. He was cute too. "Excuse me!" Kiera walked quickly to him, before she lost him. "I'm so sorry to disturb you... I'm completely new, I have no idea where I'm going... do you know where this dorm is?" She handed him the letter of the details she needed for her freshman year.

    Nell laughed as she heard Mynte's car horn from outside. Her best friend had always been so impatient that she found it almost hilarious. "Dad!" She called. "I'm going out with Mynte, I'll text you later!" And before waiting for a response, Nell ensured that her pistol was in her handbag before slipping out of the front door quietly, not wanting to be interrogated. She deserved some time with Mynte, some time away from her family, and that's just what she'd have. Waving at Mynte as Nell approached the beautiful vintage car, Nell climbed into the passenger seat. "Hi, gorgeous!" She beamed.

    Nathaniel watched as his father lay his head in his hands, cigarette hanging from his mouth and a glass of whiskey at the ready. He felt awful, that there was nothing he could do to alleviate the pain his parents felt at his sister's kidnapping. He'd tried to find her, tried to follow any leads, but they all lead to nothing but empty space. "I'm meeting with Cillian today, alright?" Nathaniel asked. "I'll be back later." He was unsure if the Buzolic partiarch heard him, but it caused no harm in trying. Heading out, Nathaniel climbed into his car, shooting Cillian a quick text that he would be at the Irish bar that Cillian's Uncle owned, not far from the manor the Buzolic's lived in.
    May 18th, 2020 at 11:02pm