#am finally making an L/L album in my phone photos and then I FOUND THIS (CRIES /exaggeration)

[ablizmal]

i can’t believe that one uquiz that was like “what type of person would be the perfect partner for you?? :3c” and i got this result

bro. bro, that’s L/L in a nutshell. that’s me x L down to its core.

AND THIS HAPPENED JUST A MONTH AFTER I REALIZED I HAVE A CRUSH ON L, AAAAAAA

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Starstruck- Louis Partridge x Reader

Hey! I had a request. that's actually an idea that you can use if you like it :) ok so it can be a louispxreader and the reader is a singer. they meet in a Ceremony and they become friends and maybe after a while they fall for each other and confess? you can change it however you want it. thanks <3

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 2943

Warning: Just lots of fluff

Taglist: @girlincrimson

A/n: Sorry for not getting to you sooner. I am going to try to get out imagines and request as best I can this week. I am booked with work all week this week. Also requests are open.

I changed a little bit of it, but most of it is still the same as you requested.

P.s The songs that I will be using are not mine, they belong with the talented writers and their respectful owners.

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Your POV

I was in my dressing room waiting to be called to go on stage when I got a notification from instagram. I saw that the actor Louis Partridge followed me. I decided to do some stalking and found some really interesting photos and pictures of him. While I was looking at this one photo of him getting his makeup done I accidentally liked the photo. I then immediately started panicking, because I didn't mean to like it. Before I could do anything about it, I was called to go on stage.

I grabbed my guitar and slowly made my way up to the front of the stage. I could feel the excited energy rising off the fans that came to the show tonight. I felt a smirk form on my face when the lights came on. I heard all the fans start screaming, which made me let out a little giggle into the microphone.

“ How is everyone doing tonight!” I shouted into the mic

I laughed at how everyone was screaming again. I decided to start off with my most popular song right now. I started playing the chords to my song ‘ Good 4 you’

“ Ah. Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily. You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks. Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world? (Ah-ah-ah-ah)”

I then made the crowd sing along with me.

“ Well, good for you. You look happy and healthy. Not me. If you ever cared to ask.”

I let the crowd scream the lyrics while I continued to play the guitar. I then grabbed the microphone and screamed..

“ Well, good for you, I guess you’re gettin’ everything you want. (Ah) You brought a new car and your career’s really takin’ off (Ah) It’s like we never even happened.”

While singing, I walked up the front and held the microphone close to them and let them scream the lyrics.

I then jumped in with them.

“ Person who ever got you? Well, screw that and screw you. You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do.”

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Louis POV

I was on the set of Enola Holmes when my phone buzzed indicating that I got a notification. I pulled it out to find the most famous singer I was in love with and liked one of my photos. I was just staring at my screen when my phone got snached out of my hand.

“ Ooh, what’s got you blushing like that? It looks like you turned into a very red tomato.” I heard Millie speak

I watched her face change from teasing to super shocked. I still felt shocked.

“ What! How?” She spits out

I shrugged my shoulders in response. Millie then gave me a playful glare. “ What do you mean you don’t know?”

I gave Millie a look of confusion. “ Millie, I just don’t know how she found my account. I mean I follow her but I don’t think she would ever follow me.”

She just nodded her head and handed my phone back. I then slid it into my pocket before we had to go back to our scene together.

Your POV

I was getting closer to the end of my new song so I went back to my microphone stand and put the mic back in its place before lowering my voice.

“ Maybe I’m too emotional, But your apathy’s like a wound in salt. Maybe I’m too emotional, or maybe you never cared at all. Maybe I’m too emotional, Your apathy is like a wound in salt.” I started leaning into my microphone and started getting my voice ready to shout soon. “ Maybe I’m too emotional, or maybe you never cared at all.” I then let the crowd sing the chorus until I shouted into the mic “ LIKE A DAMN SOCIOPATH!” I heard the crowd scream loud when I did that so I let out a giggle before continuing my song.

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I was now sitting down on my stool that one of my band mates brought over for me. I was strumming my acoustic guitar on my lap to my next song while talking to my fans.

“ How is everyone doing tonight?”

I got back a bunch of screams and I even heard some responses back which made me smile. “ Alright guys the show is wrapping up soon-” Before I could continue I heard the crowd “ Aww” in response. “ You guys are funny, but I have had such an amazing time hanging out and singing for you guys. I just want to let you know I have about two more songs for you guys. So the first song I want to play for you guys is ‘ Happier’ and then the last and final song of the night is going to be' ‘Good Boy’’.”

I gave the crowd a smile before going back to playing the chords to my song ‘ Happier’

I got closer to the mic and sang the first words…

“ We broke up a month ago.Your friends are mine, you know I know. You’ve moved on, found someone new. One more girl who brings out the better in you. And I thought my heart was detached. From all the sunlight of our past. But she’s so sweet, she’s so pretty, Does she mean you forgot about me?”

I then stop singing for a little while with a small frown on my face before looking up to find the crowd with their phone lights out. I gave a small smile before going back to a frown. I then sang..

“ Oh, I hope you’re happy, But not like how you were with me. I’m selfish, I know, I can’t let you go. So find someone great, but don’t be happier.”

I then pointed for the crowd to take over the singing for a little bit while I played the chords.

Louis POV Millie and I just finished our last scene of the movie so we had to change out of our outfits and head to the place where we were meeting the rest of the cast and crew members for a one last dinner event.

I was the last to arrive as per usual, so we all laughed it off before having a great time with each other before heading off in different directions.

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Once I was back to my house I fell into my bed and layed there for quite some time. I got interrupted with a text message, so I grabbed my phone and said Millie sent me a link to something. Without thinking I clicked on it and saw that it was a video of Y/n singing one of her popular songs. I smiled while watching it due to my huge crush on her, if I ever met her in real life I probably would pass out in front of her.

Your POV

After I sang my last line of my last song I yelled into the mic…

“ I LOVE YOU LONDON! SEE YOU REAL SOON AGAIN!”

I then ran off stage and headed to my dressing room to pack my things to then get on my toru bus that will take me to my hotel that I was staying at. While I was sitting on the bus I decided to post a couple of my pictures I took and put them on my instagram page. After I did that I then decided to stalk that actor I saw on my feed.

‘Time Jump’

It was one of the most important days of my life because I was nominated for an award at the Grammys. So I was with my make up team and someone was helping me with my outfit also. It was a simple but fashionable dress with some simple black high heel shoes.

Third Person POV

Louis was heading to the Grammy’s because of his new movie getting picked for one of the categories, but Y/n also got a nomination for Top artist, and album of the year. The both of them were so close to seeing each other in real life and they didn’t expect each other to be so starstruck.

Louis’s POV

I was walking around the red carpet with Millie when she got asked to do an interview so I stood back and waited for her to be done. While I was waiting I heard a familiar laugh being heard only a couple of feet ahead of me. I then snapped my head into the direction to find the one and only Y/n Y/l/n laughing with the person interviewing her. It took me a little while to process everything that was going around me because I could only see her in the room. I felt my heart start beating faster and felt my hands start shaking a little bit.

Millie’s POV

I was finally done with my interview when I saw Louis staring at something so I followed his eyes and saw him staring at Y/n. I felt a smirk form on my lips and pulled him over to her with all the strength I had in me.  I heard him telling me to stop but I didn’t listen since I waited to meet her too.

Your POV

I was talking to someone when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder which made me turn my head. I saw a teenage girl and a teenage boy behind me, so I smiled before giving them my attention.

“ Hi, I’m Millie Bobby Brown and this is my friend Louis Partridge.”  she said

“ Hi, Are you guys fans? Also, are you guys by any chance actors in this movie called Enola Holmes?” I questioned

Millie looked at me shocked and nodded her head. I gave her a smile before holding my arms out to give her a hug. I felt her wrap her arms around me. “ I am such a big fan of your music and I could say the same for him back there too.”

I let out a giggle before releasing her and looked behind her to find Louis just staring. I walked over to him and gently put my hand on his shoulder which made him jump. I raised an eyebrow “ Are you good?” He then just gave me a nod. I turned my head due to hearing Millie speak.

“ He was just in shock. He's in love with you.”

Louis’s POV

I felt my face getting hotter by the minute and glared at Millie. She gave me an innocent look and smirked before walking off and leaving me with Y/n. I saw her turn around and smile at me.

“ So in love with me.” She teased

I gave out a chuckle before scratching the back of my neck and looking back at her. I was about to answer her but someone told us to head to the seats to hear the winners. I watched her walk away and smiled before heading to my seat next to Millie.

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Once the awards were over I decided to search for Y/n before leaving to head back to my hotel room. I saw her getting hugs from people so I stood back.

Your POV

I smiled at everyone and turned due to feeling eyes on me. I saw Louis and smiled at him. I walked over to him and gave him a hug and whispered. “ Congrats on your award.” I felt his breath on the side of my neck and heard him doing the same to me. I then pulled back due to hearing my name and slipped a piece of paper to him before kissing the side of his cheek.

Third Person POV

Louis stood there with a shocked expression again. He then looked down at the piece of paper to find her number and a message that said ‘ call me’. He then felt himself smile before heading back to his hotel to rest up.

‘Time Jump’

Y/n was chilling in her apartment writing a song when she heard her phone ring. She picked it up to find an unknown number, but just answered it hoping it would be Louis.

“ Hello?” she said with caution

“ Hi” she heard him say

Which made her let out a little giggle. “ I thought you would never call me.” she responded with. Louis chuckled on the other end. “ Yea, sorry about that. I was a little scared to call you.” Before he could say anything else he heard giggles coming from the other end of the line.

“ Why Louis?” Louis thought hard about what his next response was going to be because he didn’t want to straight up say because we were meant to be together or I was just scared of rejection. Louis finally decided to just ask..

“ Y/n.” he took a pause “ I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me?”

Your POV

I let out a gasp when I heard those words and started nodding but forgetting he couldn't see me so I said..

“ Ofcourse, I will go out with you, Louis.”

Then we just chatted about our days for the rest of the day.

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The day my date with Louis came so quickly then I could have blinked and I was not prepared. I ran all over my house looking for things to finish off my outfit before it was time to go.

I heard a knock on my door indicating that he was here so I slipped on my heels and carefully made my way to the door. Once I opened it I was met with those hazel eyes that I fell in love with.

“ Wow, you look stunning.” he said

I felt myself start blushing. I then took in his look and stated that… “ Well you look really handsome.”

He then held his hand out for me to take. “ My lady,” he said in his accent, which made me let out a small giggle.

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We were coming up to the end of the date already. He took me to this beautiful restaurant where we are now sharing a piece of cake. I saw him staring at me so I questioned him.

“ What?”

He let out a soft chuckle. “ Nothing, you're just really beautiful looking under this light.”

I felt myself start to blush which made me look down. Before I knew it I felt two fingers lift it back up. “ Don’t look down, you're gorgeous when you get all flustered.” That only made me blush harder. “ Stop.” I said giggling which made him chuckle.

Before I knew it we were back in his car driving back to my place. I was looking out the window when I felt him put his hand on my leg, which sent chills all over my body. I then put my hand on top of his and intertwined our fingers together. I smiled at the thought of us going on more dates.

Louis’s POV

I pulled into her driveway and parked my car. I turned to face her when I saw her already looking at me. I then released her hand and got out of the car to go to her side and open it for her. I walked her to her door where we both stood there for a little while. I then took a risk and leaned forward. I could feel her breath on me, I then closed the gap between us. I could feel her smile into the kiss before I felt her wrap her arms around the back of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her in to me more. She pulled away but kept her forehead against mine.

“ I really like you Louis.” She whispered against my lips

I smiled and said, “ I really like you too Y/n.”

I then leaned in again to give her another goodnight kiss before heading off. I walked over to my car and got in, I then waved at her with a smile on my face and pulled out of the driveway.

Third Person POV

Y/n watched Louis drive off into the distance. She felt a smile creep on her face before heading inside to dream about her date with him. Louis felt the same as her. He felt all giddy inside and he could help but smile at the thought of her. He was already planning the next date for them to go on together.

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Man this is long, but it was worth it because I got major butterflies from writing this for you. I hope you enjoy and if you would like more Louis then comment and I definitely write more of him.

-Samantha

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Loss

The secretary flinched on her seat when she heard the glass door of the hospital shattering and yelped in fear when THE Overhaul slammed his fists on her desk, eyes burning with rage as he almost shouted.

"(L/n) (Y/n). Tell me where the fuck is her. NOW." she trembly nodded while picking her notebook on and the telephone.

He had received a call on the middle of a meeting, mentally rolling his eyes in irritation as he excused himself and accepted the call.

The way his eyes had widen in horror and how he stormed out of the room made everyone not only scared, but each one to have certain curiosity and worrover the situation.

What happened to let Overhaul on that state?

A doctor came by along with his nurse and Chisaki grabbed the hem of his jacket, the glare he was still wearing seemed like fire was going to spill from them by any moment while he demanded thhat he spilled out what the fuck had happened.

"S-She suffered a accident." The doctor gasped out, breathing in a long sigh of relief when the man let go "A villain fight on the center, the man accompanying her didn't survived but she is still alive." They patted their clothing, shakily looking up at the fuming man in front of them.

"The ambulance found her phone and saw it on her emergency contacts yout number. You're family or friend?"

"Mind your own business and let me in." He shoved past the doctor and abruptly entered the room, ignoring the nurses pleas for him to wait.

The sign of your bruised and beaten up image made him want to vomit... the bandaged wrapped around your head as your hair was sprawled out on the pillow you were laying on...

He felt his throat tightening as his eyes seemed to burn... slowly reaching the bed to caress your patched up face with his thumb carefully...

The only comforting sounds he heard on that cursed cold room were the beeping of the machine... indicating that you were unconscious, but alive no less.

"Get the fuck out." He muttered angrily as his hands turned into shaking fists, the doctors and nurses frowing but yet respecting his demand.

He carefully grabbed your hand on his both gloved ones as he took the seat next to you... He controlled the urge of shouting and letting his tears fall as he numbly stared at the bedsheets, his attention focused only on the beeping.

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He ended up falling asleep on that place, head resting on his crossed arms on the bed.

He, for the first time, thanked the heavens for letting him have a light sleep, because he woke up with your stiring and weak groans.

Chisaki jerked up, eyes wide as his lips trembled a bit at seing his angel's eyes finally cracking open.

"(Y/n)..." he breathed, lowering his mask down when you looked at him confusedly "(Y/n)! My angel, thank god!" He, without thinking straight, wrapped his arms around you tightly as he breathed in on your scent and kissed with tears rolling down his face.

He only came to realize later that instead of feeling your arms wrapping around him or even a cute little giggle of yours, your body had tensed up under his hold...

Now it was his time to frow, grapping onto your shoulders as he parted only for a few inches.

"Angel I swear on my grave that I am not sending any garbage to accompany you anymore..." he talked, looking at your confused and quite... feared eyes.

"U-uh..." you awkwardly muttered as you slowly but firmly brought your hands to his gloved ones and took them off from your shoulder... Chisaki arching a eyebrow at your action in total dissaproval when you placed his hands to himself.

Then he widened his eyes in complete horror and disgust, hives appearing om his pale skin as his brain processed those despicable words he never once thought he would hear it from you ever again...

"Who... who are you?"

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"It seems that after the impact, her brain got affected by the section where it lands the data of her memories..." the doctor spoked as him tapped his finger on his chin while analyzing your X-ray.

Chisaki didn't even dared to say a word... not even being a complete arrogant towards the man as he explained the situation of his partner.

"Her brain is still functioning and she has still her memories from her whole period of school aparently."

"... then why?" He asked in a numb tone as he stared at his closed gloved hands.

"It seems to be a rare type of amnesia ... she actually remembers all of yesterday's events for example; but due to the blow she must have received, the part where the memory about you is kept was the most affected."

"What's the cure?" He growled immediately, trying to surpress his angry shaking.

"There is no cure mister..." the doctor grunted when Chisaki grabbed the hem of his shirt.

"You as a doctor have the fucking obligation to find a cure or at least treat any diseases on this planet so you got the nerves to say that THIS doesn't have even a fucking treatment?!" He shouted, the doctor still keeping his calm attitude somehow.

"The human brain is a complicated thing... she might return her memories or not. We can't know. The maximum you can do now is try little by little to show what you were to her..." he mentally sighed in relief when Chisaki putted him down slowly "But not everthing, go slow... she might have a combustion or be too much overwhelmed."

His parted lips trembled underneath his mask as he wordless left the office...

You... didn't know him. Didn't know who he was or what he was to you...

He was a stranger. A fucking stranger to your eyes...

He dragged his feet to your room. You were already standing up and fixing up your hair on a mirror before you yelped at noticing his presence.

"Uh, hello..?" You awkwardly gretted him with a uncomfortable smile, not knowing how long he was standing there.

He nodded as in a gretting before his broken hearted eyes locked with your own. You felt pity over the man... the moment you told him you had no idea who he was he panicked, opened the door of that hospital room and shouted for the nurses to come explain this.

"...Come. I... will take you home." You tilted your head in confusion.

"I... no. Thank you for the offer but I-"

"I know where you live..." he muttered the words "I know this sounds stupid... but I am your.." he breath in to control the burning in his eyes as he looked down at the floor "Your boyfriend."

"Eh?" He wanted to chuckle so badly at hearing that precious confused sound... but the situation didn't let him "... I'm sorry. I... don't remember you..."

"They already told me. How does your house look like? Just to make sure." He tried, afraid of hearing that your answer would be that cursed apartment of yours.

"Uh... its a japanese like style house. Has a yard with beautiful trees on." You smiled, making hin want to scream in frustation.

It was his house. The Shie Hassaikai's house. You remembered the damn place but not him.

"... Come with me." He sayed nonchantly as he shived his fists onto his pockets and left the room, you following him right after.

You entered on his car and didn't speaked a word as he drove... afraid of making more weird the situation than it was already.

You recognize the place as he stopped and left the keys with a subordinate.

"Ah so you weren't trying to kidnapped me or something." You tried to joke, but that man's face didn't even twitched out of that broken shattered look as he only nodded and continued to walk.

He noticed that you didn't recognized the people on there either... being extremely awkwardly. Still, you were extremely polite with everyone of them, especially Pops.

He winced at remembering the first he brought you here... your actions being the same but instead lf just closing in yourself liek now, you found some comfort on him on the new area...

Pops patted his shoulder at seing Chisaki's huge amount of pain on his eyes while all he wanted to do was succumb onto his knees and scream until his vocal cords exploded.

You looked even more uncomfortable when he guided you to your shared bedroom. Noticing your embarrassment and... distrustful look.

"Not comfortable sleeping on the same room with a stranger." He more pointed out than asked.

"Yeaaah." You scratched the back of your neck before looking up at him "B-But i can sleep on the couch! You don't need to-"

"Is not necessary." He interrupted "You have all the rights to keep this room." He left without much of a word, only telling you that dinner was going to be soon and if you needed him, all you have to do is call.

You arched one eyebrowd of yours while watching him go away... what a weird guy.

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Pops told him he wasn't obligated to do those things and even Chrono had offered to take his shift... but he refused it.

He needed to drown on his work to forget this pain and his misery.

A knock on the door had snapped him out of it as he rubbed his eyes and allowed whoever it was to enter.

"Excuse me? Am I bothering you?" You asked shyly.

"Never." He answered with a sigh "Something wrong?"

You took the opportunity to enter and sit on the chair in front of him, the awkward atmosphere still on the air.

"I... you said you're ny boyfriend. Right?" He nodded numbly "What type then? I-I mean. I want to know you... again." You found the strengh to look at those amber eyes.

Boyfriend or not, this man was hot.

"... You want the absolute true or the only love dovey shit?" You giggled at his boldness, making him for the first time smirk underneath his mask.

"Grab that black album from the shelter. I will try my best."

He couldn't help but smile at seing your curiosity as you paced through the pages, asking him the main events before you pointed out awkwardly that this was kostly you on that thing...

"I don't like taking or seing my own photos... But you always kept pressing me to at least have one or two... with those cursed puppy eyes."

"Cursed?" You asked, arching a eyebrow at seing the same elder you greeted earlier on one of those.

"Yes. Every time you use them I can't just say no."

"Ah! So you're the secret softie type!" You smiled at him whole he couldn't help but glare daggers at you.

He breathless chuckled at your gasp when he told you he was part and the leader if the yakusa and in that exact same moment you were underneath their roof.... although he almost choked up when you had noticed the pingent adoring around his neck.

The yingyang. A symbol that represented you both way too well. He cared one side while you carried the other.

You took your own in your hands and the way your eyes squinted while looking at the pingent made his early feelings return back.

Because he knew with that look of yours... you were trying hard to remember... but you couldn't. Your brain wouldn't let you have those memories back...

"Enough." He picked abruptly the album and placed it over the shelf with a sigh. You apologized and got out from his office shortly after... maybe his attitude had scared you... godammit!

He punched the wall until his gloved hand was all bloody and bruised before he let out a miserable shout.

He lost his angel... he lost your memories. His world was nothing but pure darkness now.

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You giggled at seing both white haired man and the creature smaller than him arguing on the end of the hall as you passed through it.

One week had passed after your accident and now you were pretty used to with everyone on the house.

Well... almost everyone.

Chisaki was the man who revealed to be your boyfriend but now he just seemed even more broken and depressed then you saw him once on that hospital.

You tried really hard to remember him... but nothing about this man came up. You also noticed how angry he got when you called him 'Overhaul' or only 'Chisaki'...

You explained to him that calling him by his firts name was still a bit uncomfortable, he understood that and simply waved you off... but you still noticed the way he gripped or turned his hands into fits whenever you called him.

Everyone on there was trying to make you regain your memories back desperately. You even caught a taller man discussing with a muscular one on the hallway once about the situation.

"If miss (Y/N) don't recover her memories soon, master will get worse than he is already."

"You're fucking lucky Tengai. Overhaul at least didn't used his quirk on you three times in less the one hour only because you had asked how was his chick doing."

"You beg though for this Rappa."

"I WASN'T BEING FUCKING SARCASTIC THIS TIME! I WAS GENUILY ASKING!"

You choosed to not know of his quirk after you heard that in fear of what you might discover...

You made your way to the bedroom and sitted on the bed with sigh, picking your cellphone to mess with since you didn't even touched the device ever since you put your foot on here.

You frowned when the screen showed up, a picture of the man you trued so hard on remembering... he didn't seemed to have the knowledge that he was being photographed as he seemed to be reading something without his mask on for once.

His eyes were serious but calm while he readed the book, and something that made your heart twist on yiur ribcage was that you noticed that his gloved fingers were interconnected with bare ones right on the corner.

It was your hand in there.

You didn't needed to know his whole life to already know that this man had a despised for touch and was a mysophobic... but you catched plenty times him going to reach for your hand or your hair only to pull his hand back with a broken sigh and walk away frrom you as far as possible.

You had to admit that this pained you somehow.

You dropped your cellphone, not feeling like messing around on it anymore as you shivered at a cold breeze that passed through the window...

You didn't like it very much closed places so you opted to get up and grab a hoodie instead of closing the window.

Just when you opened you saw the iconic green jacket that Overhaul always used whenever he was out or when he just felt like it.

Curiosity consumed you as you caustiously picked and holded close... scenting the intoxicating smell that left you feeling like you were in heaven.

You wondered a bit before shameless wearing the coat on, way bigger than you but you felt... safe.

You took another sniff... gasping and dropping into your butt when a bright and rather painful flash came into your head as you fell.

You groaned and placed your hand on the bed as you tried to get up, wincing as another flash came by making you want to scream in pain... before you saw it.

Him. The man. Your... your boyfriend of three years!

Chisaki Kai.. Chisaki Kai! You remembered him!

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"KAI!" he stopped writing on the papers when he heard your voice shouting his first name.

... it was his mind playing tricks on him. You didn't called him 'Kai' anymore.

He scoffed and went to return to writing before he dropped his pen and widened his eyes at hearing your screams again.

He got up and opened the door, stepping in on the hall way and looking at both sides.

"KAI!" You breath out, when you turned on a hallway and saw him looking at you with worried yet serious eyes.

You runned towars him withiut a care, jumped on him as he groaned at the impact with the floor, wincing at not knowing if that place was clean or not.

"Kai!" You breath out as you cupped his face on your hands as your tears fell, nuzzling on him "My life, my boyfriend, my devil! I remember! Everthing!" You cried, while Chisaki's eyes widened as his pupils trembled a bit.

He managed to at least sip up, arms now holding you with a iron grip as he still processed while you cried on his shoulder... his own relived tears falling at hearing that you called him your devil.

"(Y/N).." he breathed out in a smile underneath his mask, hugging you even closer as he buried his face on your shoulder with a shaking sigh "My angel... my precious angel you're back..!" He whisper shouted as he holded onto you tight.

He growled in disaproval when you separated before grunting when you grabbed him by the hem of his shirt after yanking his mask down to crash your lips with his... smirking when you felt him sigh on it as his hands went to your waist... straddling his lap.

"I'm so so sorry! How could I ever forget you?!" You whispered between kisses, crying a bit as he hushed you harshly while wiping your tears away with his gloved fingers, taking advantage of your mouth being open to after days taste that scent flavor of his angel he had craved for...

"You aren't the one to blame my love. Never." He said after taking a break for at least to have oxygen back to his chest, helping you up from the floor. "How I wonder? I was running out of hope already..."

"Your scent. Your cologne. When I took your jacket-"

"Ah yes. Little thief." He chuckled at your pout before you skirked devilish and snuggled even more on his coat and on him.

"It was.. like a flash. Kai..." you breathed in on his neck, tearing up at feeling him resting his chin on your head as his gloved fingers worked thorugh your hair.

"My life is so painful and so dark without you my angel... those days were like hell." He admited, subsconciously touching his bare lips on you as a kiss.

Chrono just had stepped in on the room before he quickly turned back when he saw his childhood friend cupping his lover face on his hands as he traced her face with his lips lovely... the skies even seemed to get brighter wben Overhaul's partner recuperated her memory...

[murdereraisuha]

FINAL part of chapter 5!!!

WElcome to my liveblog it is time to SCREAM

Spoilers for episodes 68-75! Warning: Some caps and swearing. Also, it’s very long since I’m not dividing it up into different posts this time.

Alright, just started episode 68, why is it playing the sad music. Oh Vil’s hurt.

Epel wants to be the center!!! :D

Okay but Vil’s saying he’s gonna be okay and htere’s no need to worry. BRO just let Epel do stuff. OH WAIT This is his chance to stand on the stage until the very end! VILLLLLLLLLLLL 

Why are the other people seriously acting like everything’s normal. I know they didn’t know about the whole overblot fight but still, did NO ONE realize that they physically could not get into the stadium???

ALRIGHT IT’S SHOWTIME

LOOK AT THEM GO!!! WIAT THE SONG’S STIll ehiaTELTy

JAMIL JMAIL JAMIL JAMIL JAMIL JAMIL AJMILA JAMIL JAMIL JAMIL AJMILA JAJF KAKM<AIFLHGiteT(hy HE’S DACNIGN HEOSI DANCING I LOVE HIM OMG THE CHIBI DANCING IS SO CUTE 

FULL SONG REVEAL BOYS YEAAAAAAAAA OH THIS SHIT’S FIRE

THE AUDIENCE MEMBERS ARE A MOOD

OH shit Vil just collapsed. But we did it!!

Onto episod 70! Oh the rest of the Heartslabyul boys are here

and THEM.

OMG what would chapter 5 turn out like if Floyd was in the mood for dancing when the auditions were happening and he got on the team? hglksglksd HE’S GOING TO TRY OUT NEXT YEAR?!?!

GSHSSGhsGHSK FLoyd this is why you were my favorite character at first sight

Alright, Savanaclaw boys are here now. Does it mean something that they appeared after Octavinelle rather than going in chapter order?

Ohhhh, it’s cause he knows what’s up

Sebek sounds a bit too quiet? Anyway, time for YA HOOOOOOOOOOOO

Something about this grin really disturbs me.

Oh no yahoo. Right to the voting on who wins.

Voting done. WHy is this forboding music playing. alright who wins?? 

1st and 2nd place 1 vote apart????? THE WINNER IS... EPISODE CHANGE AND DRUM ROLL.... ROYAL SWORD ACADEMY 

EXCUSE ME WHAT THE FUKC BRO RHFHHRT Excuse me???? STOP SHOWING THESE SWAVRES I DON’T CARE THEIS DON’T JSUT PLAY YAHOO OVE HTE BOYS CRYING I HATE THIS NEIGE YOU MADE KALIM AND EPEL CYR 

VIL’S CRYING 

WAIT WOOK. ROOKL. WAHT THE FUKC ROOK HE VOTED FOR ROYAL SWROD ACADMEY? BRO? EXCUSE ME

GEEZ ACE THAT IS SOME YELLING BUT I FEEL EXACTLY THE SAME WAY

ALRIGHT FRENCH BOY SQUARE UP IT’S TIME TO BEAT YOU UP IN A WALMART PARKING LOT LET’S GO

OKAy yeah maybe Vil doesn’t believe inh imself

did you have to make the team lose like this though to make vil beautiful

ah shit vil’s crying aGIN FUCK OFF NEIGE

OKAY I TAKE THAT BACK NEIGE YOU CAN STAY YOU ARE A SWEET BOY PLEASE BECOME FRIEND WITH VIL

FELLAS,

huh? EH? 

EVEN ROOK’S SURPRISED HE FOUND OUT. HOLY SHIT WHAT ROOK’S A NEIGE STAN??? NEIGE IS SURPRISED R-SAN IS A BOY SDHFLKDGKLSDGK

THE PHOTO ALBUM??!?!?!!?!? HOLY SHIT WE ALL ASUSMED IT WAS HIS STALKING VICTIMS BUT IT WAS ALL PICTURES OF NEIGE??!?! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING I THOUGHT AZUL WAS THE MOST RELATABLE TO STANS FOR SIMPING OVER JAMIL BUT ROOK IS STRAIGHT UP DOING THE EQUIVALENT OF LOADING THOUSANDS OF PHOTOS OF A CHARACTER INTO YOUR PHONE TO TRY AND PULL THEM IN A GACHA

HDSFGDLHKG KALIM’S JUST CONGRATULATING ROOK

god this poor man’s privacy and life are crumbling to pieces around him

“finally, I have the upper hand over this creepy hat man”

Is he boutta do his own take on Azul’s outburst after Leona dusted his contracts?

He’s crying...

NEIGE FANCLUB “Eternal Snow’ NUMBER 0000002 ROOK HUNT?!?!??!??! HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE IS A STAN

the disappointment on his face glkglshgls

F E L L A S ,

Oh Neige wants to sing together! AWwww friendship!!! :D

Oh. Welp. Seems the audience might be thinking of another kind of ‘ship. HAFDLHKFDHALK THE AUDIENCE IS CHEERING 

OH MY GOD THEY’RE ACTUALLY SINGING YA HOO

ACE’S FACE SHGLHKSGLKSDGLK DEUCE IS SO HAPPY THOUGH HSDGKSGHKDG THEY’RE SO CUTE

JAMIL SOUDNS SO DEFEATED HE’S SINGING SO SOFTLY BUT KALIM IS SO ENTHUSIATIC OH MY GOD I LOVE HTEM SO MUCH

LOOK AT THEM I LOVE THEM!!!!!

ROOK HAHAHAHAAHA

VIL’S SMILING NOW! YES! BE HAPPY! BE FRIENDS! Wait hold what what if the Pomefiore involvement/character developement in chapter 6 involves Neige too?? Please I really want to see Neige and Vil become friends

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THERE IT IS!

OH shit Vil yelling lmao

Oh crowley’s here. 

IS THIS THE HEADMASTER OF ROYAL SWORD ACADEMY???? HWY DOES HIS HAT LOOK LIKE A SLEEPING CAP HDGKHLKSDghldlgdKLGKHL WHY IS THAT THE FIRST THING I THINK OF NOOOO I CAN’T TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY NOW

Ambrose the 63rd? Welp, that’s a name to research for later.

oh this guy’s a bit of an asshole isn’t he

Oh, this guy sensed the magic of the overblot fight/Malleus. Crowley is pretty good at deflecting suspicion.

*detective thinking pose*

OMG YEAH GRIM Honestly I keep getting Ya Hoo stuck in my head too and I hate it so much.

Oh? Time for another meeting with Mickey! Wassup you weird little mouse.

We’re taking a picture of him!

Awwww he did a little pose for us! :D

It seems like the barrier/distance between us and Mickey weakens with each meeting. The time they can meet is increasing too.

This is something like “maybe sometime we will be able to watch a movie together”. Can’t wait to see people’s takes and theories on all this new information and concerning lines of dialogue.

Are we running somewhere? Oh, Grim’s missing?!?! OH SHIT WHAT JSUT HAPPENED 

A VISION OF A CARRIAGE AND OVERBLOT GRIM!!!!

WE’RE BACK TO TALKING WITH MICKEY???? HWat Okay we know Grim isn’t here but do we still know he not anywhere in the house? Is something funky going on with time? YEAH MICKEY JUST ADVISED US TO GO SEARCH FOR GRIM HE WOULDN’T HAVE SAID THAT IF WE JUST RETURNED FROM SERACHING

IS THE TIME LOOP THEORY CORRECT? WHAT IS GOING ON? WE JUST RAN BACK TO THE STAGE.

GRIM OH WHAT THE FUCK THAT VOICE THOSE SOUDN 

WHAT HTE FUCK WHAT THE FUKC I FEEL LIKE THIS JSUT RUTNED INTO A HOORROR GAME WHAT THE FUCVK THWAT THE FUCFK THAT CRUNCKING SOUND HWAT HTE DEEP SVOice HGelihtgliehteiothi hIHTW WAHT THE FUCK I AM SCARREdD

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaAAAAA HE”S ATTAKCING US?!?! DID WE JUST BALCK OUT?

IT JUST TRANSITIONED TO IDIA’S ROOM

His presentation went well BUT WHAT ABOUT GRIM?? DON”T JUST LEAVE US ON A CLIFFHANGER

Idia got an internship invite? Multiple invites? From “that Olympus company”? Idia wants Ortho to put them all in the trash...

IT JUST ENDS THERE!!!!

Welp. So, no more Scarabia stuff. :( I was really hoping for that. Nah, we get Rook stuff then we die and then Idia is depressed. Alright whatever it’s time to wait a bit and organize my thoughts before writing a whole reflection on this part, see ya. Hope you had fun reading this!

[hanniiesuckle17]

Little Stars

A/n: THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 1.5K!!! THISMEANS SO MUCH TO ME SO HERES A LITTLE IMAGINES I WROTE OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD THAN K YUO GUYS AGain

(this is way longer than I thought it would be! also not edited lol sorry)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: maybe like one or two curse words, sexual tension??

Summary: Y/n is an up and coming artist. The problem is her collection deadline is one past up and coming. Lacking motivation since the job was assigned she is stuck the day before her deadline with no paintings or photos and thoroughly depressed. That is until shes see inspiration outside her window. Inspiration by the name of Lee Felix.

Genre: Fluff, strangers to ‘lovers’, 

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Empty. My brain was empty. I had two months. Two months to come up with a small exhibit for a local gallery I was signed to. Two months. For five paintings. Or photos. Or both. TOO MANY DECISIONS. Decisions...granted I should have made...two months ago. 

I sat near the biggest window in my apartment. Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting a natural glow on the stark white canvas. I just needed a theme. A subject. I know! I could do a five-part exhibition on tea kettles!

“Oh for pete’s sake, I’m going crazy,” I said head in my hands. 

I can’t paint teapots. Flowers are overdone. What the hell am I supposed to paint? This exhibition was a huge deal. I had nothing and my deadline was tomorrow night.

That’s it. I’m done. My short career is finished. I should just throw away all my paints and pencils and chalk and coal and trash all the canvases that littered my apartment. I glanced at my phone which sat a few feet away from me on a small wooden table littered with tubes of paint and jars filled with brushes and blades covered in paint. 

An hour had passed and I still had yet to touch my brush to the canvas. Groaning, I rested my forehead against the linen canvas. “Come on, Y/n. Search your artsy soul for inspiration.” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I tried to imagine the canvas being filled by something beautiful. Something worthy of love and legacy. Something that could burn a hole in my life and set it on fire. Something to ignite my passion again.

When I opened them, of course, the canvas was still empty and my brain was too.

With the thousandth aggravated sigh of the hour, I sat up and looked out the huge window near me. My eyes caught on a flash of blonde hair. Down on the street, a boy with light hair and bright eyes was bouncing along with two other boys. They were joking around and laughing, as people who’s entire job wasn’t on the line would do. For some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

All of a sudden I could see the brush strokes of his hair on my canvas. The delicate lines of his eyes. I needed to paint him.

I launched myself out of the chair and rushed to the door. My feet took the stairs two at a time and I jumped the last three before sprinting out onto the street. My head turned in all directions trying to find the boy I saw from my window. Once again, I found his blonde mop bouncing and laughing down the street, away from my apartment.

“Hey!” I called out, running to catch up.

Good grief boys walk fast. “Hey! You! With the blonde hair!” At my words, the three boys turned around, astonished someone was running at them. After a few words, the boys started running away. “No! Wait! I need to talk to the Blonde Guy!” I yelled out of breath. Desperate, I ran after them. Thankfully they turned down an alley only a few feet away that I knew was a dead end.

I put my hands on my knees catching my breath. The three boys stared at me a little fearful. “Look, I just need to talk to Goldilocks. I saw him from my window and there was just something about you. It inspired me.”

“Well... yeah. We’re kind of famous. We get that a lot.” The boy with doe-like eyes and dark, almost black hair said like it was obvious. The boy with blonde hair elbowed him in the stomach making the other laugh.

“You’re famous?” I asked, finally standing upright. They looked between each other surprised.

“You don’t know who we are?” The youngest looking asked. He reminded me of a fox I painted once. “Sorry. We thought you were a crazy fan.” To be honest I hadn’t really been keeping up with the news or popular things lately. I had been holed up in my apartment trying to paint. “We’re from a group called Stray Kids. I’m Jeongin. The rude guy is Jisung, and that’s Felix.”

My eye immediately darted to the boy now known to me as Felix. “Felix...” I said looking him over. He was even more entrancing up close. He had soft sun spots dancing across his cheeks and nose that brightened up his face. Freckles. How cute. How different.

“Yeah...what’s your name?”

“Uh- I’m Y/n, Y/n L/n.” 

Jeongin’s eyes widened. “Hyung! Isn’t she that painter that Hyunijn likes? He dragged us to that gallery last year to see her stuff.” Jisung nodded and looked from me back to Felix. “Our friend loves your stuff. He made us take a bunch of pictures of him in front of it.”

“Oh, that’s awesome.” I couldn’t take my eyes off Felix, and he noticed. 

“Do you think we could like buy a painting off you? That would shut him up for like a solid six months.” Jisung said pulling out his wallet. “How much are we talking?”

“For something I have with me? Not in a gallery? Probably like....Fifteen.” I said, still quite distracted. My imagination was spiraling out of control with how I wanted to paint the boy in front of me. How I wanted to capture his image. Photograph him. 

“Fifteen bucks? Great! That’s awes-”

“Fifteen hundred.” 

Felix burst into laughter as the look on Jisung’s face fell. His hand was frozen, extended out in front of him, already prepared to give me fifteen dollars. My heart skipped a beat watching Felix’s bright grin. He practically glowed.

“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll let you choose any painting you want from my apartment and I’ll sign it for...Hyunjin, was it?” The boys nodded. “I’ll give it to you if Felix will help me finish my new exhibition. It shouldn’t take long. I’ll even-”

“Sure.” 

Felix shrugged with a small smile, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He looked me over with a soft and happy gaze. It seemed I intrigued him as much as he intrigued me.

“My apartment is just around the corner.”

“Cool. Just a heads up, I’ve never modeled except for like album jackets and stuff.”

“Don’t worry about it.” The closer he got, the harder it was not to smile. Jisung and Jeongin were joking behind us, something about Felix finally getting into a pretty girl’s apartment, but it all kind of faded away as I walked back with Felix. I felt the passion to paint again burning in my stomach.

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Felix patiently waited as I opened the door to my apartment. When we entered I hastily cleaned up some random junk cluttering the counters as he looked around. There was nothing I could do about the multiple canvases lying in stacks all around the living room. 

“Wow. You are really good.” He said looking at a large canvas painted with bright and happy colors near my kitchen. Why did the compliment feel different coming from him?

“Thank you very much. I’ve had a bit of a dry spell recently.”

“For how long?” 

“Give or take three months.”

Felix chuckled and looked at the other paintings near him. While he explored my art-filled apartment, I set up my camera on a tripod near the window and adjusted the position of my easel. “So, how is this gonna work?”

“Um...I’m not entirely sure. I’ve never been inspired like this before. I really have no idea what medium I’ll end up using...so I’m sort of using...all of them.” Felix laughed again watching me frantically prepping everything I could possibly need. I didn’t miss the lingering stares he cast my way. 

“We’re doing photos? Should I like put on a base or something?”

“NO!” He was a little shocked at my outburst. He probably wasn’t used to being photographed without makeup. “Sorry. I just- I don’t want you covered up. I want to paint everything. Everything about you.” I looked to see a shy blush on Felix’s face as he came to stand near me by the window.

“So, I sit here?” He motioned to the windowsill, overlooking the street on which I discovered him. The light hit him perfectly, bouncing of his cheekbones and practically giving him a halo.

I nodded quietly and adjusted a few settings on my camera before returning to my easel. Felix looked at me with a smile. I laughed seeing he was trying to pose and stay very still. 

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll ask you to be still if I need to.” 

The sound of the camera clicking filled the apartment as Felix watched me paint him. The lines came easy to me as if I had painted him many times before. He watched as I painted the lines of his face and his eyes quickly appeared on the canvas, staring back at me just like he was. 

“Do you want some music? This will take a while. I’ve got five pieces to do.” Felix chuckled, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down and his eyes crinkling into crescent moons. 

“Music would be wonderful.” With a smile, I shoved my wet paintbrush behind my ear, streaking my cheek and possibly my hair, and shuffled over to turn on my stereo. Felix let a curious grin slip onto his lips. “Classical?” 

“Do you like it? It helps me focus.” He nodded and looked out the window. His eyes closed as the sound of soft violins floated through the apartment. “So, Felix, what’s your favorite book.” He was a little shocked at the random question, but that happy smile returned.

“Ummm...let’s see,” While he thought I continued painting, the basics of his face and form already done. I quickly painted the window and background so I could go back to focusing on the shadows and details of Felix’s face. My hands worked quickly, shading in the dark patches behind the cushions and curtains. 

“Peter Rabbit.”

“Like the kid’s book?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing! It’s just different. I knew there was something special about you.” I said with a laugh, grabbing a smaller brush and looking at the shadows behind Felix. He tilted his head, resting it on the window. 

“Why did you pick me?” 

The movement of my brush stopped. My eyes met the dark brown stare Felix held. He smirked noticing the heat rushing to my cheeks. “I thought you looked like a shooting star.” His eyebrows rose and he tried not to laugh.

“That’s quite the artist's answer.”

“Well, I am an artist.”

He chuckled and started playing with the edge of his sleeve. “So, a shooting star?” Again, I blushed. The painting was almost finished I just needed to finish the details of his eyes and cheeks. “Yeah. I don’t know. You just seemed so full of life. Something fleeting. Something...ephemeral.”

“Ephemeral? As in not lasting? What am I supposed to turn into dust after you’ve finished with me?” He laughed, his eyes crinkling. My eyes trailed down his cheeks to look at the stars dancing across his skin. The freckles scattered about his cheeks. Delicately, I began placing each and every spot as Felix told me about his life.

“It’s finished.” 

“Can I see?” He said jumping up from the window sill. I shook my head and grabbed the still wet canvas. “Come on, Y/n! Let me see!” He chased me around the living room trying to carefully grab the painting. I laughed when his arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me to him. 

“You can see it when the collection is complete! We have more art to make!” He laughed and let me place the painting away to dry. Together we walked over back to the window and he sat back down, watching me expectantly. 

I scanned through the photos the camera captured. They were fantastic. They were the perfect candids. I could edit these into black and white and it would be gorgeous. Felix came to look over my shoulder. He gasped at the pictures. 

“How the hell did you do that?” Felix gently took the camera and scrolled through the pictures. “Seriously. You were busy painting. How did you do this?” I shrugged and cleaned some of my brushes while he looked through the photos. 

“Sometimes it is not about the angle or the position. It’s just what the subject is doing or feeling.” I took the camera and scrolled to a certain picture. “Like this one.” Felix looked at the picture. It was him leaning against the window, his eyes crescents and aimed somewhere off frame. “Do you know when this was?” He shook his head and looked to me.

“When I called you a shooting star.” Felix looked at the photo again, seeing it in a new light. 

“So, what’s next?”

I felt so close to Felix. Like I had known him for years. Had it really only been a few hours? My eyes traced the lines of his shoulders and back. The perfect canvas.

“Can I...paint on you?”

His eyes widened for a millisecond and he let out a breathy laugh. “Have you done it before?” I shrugged and wiped my paint stained hands on my jeans. When I looked up he had moved a little closer.

“I’ve never really wanted to. Like I said, I don’t want to capture your image...covered up. It should be seen naturally.”

Felix smiled. “So, where are we doing this?” He said softly. My heart thumped against my chest. I pointed to an open space on the wood floor and he nodded. I grabbed some body paints I had lying around in a cabinet and brought them over to Felix. 

“Let me know if anything gets uncomfortable and I’ll stop.” He nodded and slipped his shirt over his head. I motioned for him to lie on his stomach and he followed my instruction. Felix shivered when his tan skin touched the cool wood floor. 

“What got you into painting?” Felix asked, resting his head on his arms. I picked out the brush I wanted to start with. My palm rested on his shoulder as the brush hovered over his back. 

“I’m not really sure. You see...I really sucked at math.”

Felix let out the largest laugh, one that shook his whole chest. I took the opportunity to start painting. Soon his lower back was filled with swirling colors of blues and purples. “Is everything okay?” Felix asked, interrupting his own story.

“Yeah, just an awkward angle.” 

“You can adjust if you want to. I don’t mind.” My skin started to crawl when  Felix turned to me in the eye. Like he was inviting me to come even closer to him. He smiled at the blush on my cheeks before turning his head away. Hesitantly, I situated myself above Felix, slowly resting some of my weight on the lowest part of his back possible. I saw him smile when he felt my knees on either side of his hips. 

Felix continued his story about something one of his friends named Chan did the other night. The sound of his low voice mixed with the music still playing guided my brush like it had a mind of its own. When I looked at my work, a nebula with hundreds of little stars was born onto his skin.

“I think it’s done.”

Carefully, I got off of Felix and helped him up. I set the camera up again and it started taking pictures. Taking Felix’s hand I pulled him in front of the lens and positioned him with his back towards the camera. He watched me as I positioned his body, my hands unintentionally lingering on his shoulders.

Felix turned to me as I began to pull away. “I didn’t know art could be so intimate.” I looked down to see his hand on my arm, his body was slightly turned at the waist towards me and his eyes bore into mine. Never had I felt this passionate about something other than art. I liked Felix. A lot. More than I should admit after just meeting the man. “Is it supposed to be like this?”

I shook my head, hoping he wouldn't notice I stepped closer. “No,” His hand slid around the base of my back. “Maybe you are a shooting star. I couldn’t have wished for something this incredible.” He smiled and looked down at me.

“Can I kiss you? Sorry...I just-”

“You really didn’t have to ask.” Felix, let out a small laugh, almost a giggle, making me smile. My fingers traveled up his neck and into the edge of his blonde hair. “Well, are you gonna do it or are you gonna chicken out, Felix?”

“Oh shh.”

His lips tasted like strawberries. He was gentle and slow, like he was savoring every moment. When he pulled away I rested my forehead against his. “I do not regret putting off my work until the last minute.” He laughed, his eyes brightening and lighting up the whole room. 

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Standing in the gallery felt like a second home. My exhibition hung on the wall .It was one of my greatest yet. The gallery had given me an extension after seeing the semi-finished product. A group of rowdy boys walked towards me, a familiar and handsome face leading them.

“Y/n!” He called, running up and greeting me with a kiss. The other seven boys followed after him. One of the taller ones hung towards the back clearly nervous.

“You must be Hyunjin?” I asked reaching for his hand. His eyes widened and he shook my hand vigorously. His sharp features lifted into a grin and he laughed. “You might want to let go of my hand eventually.” 

“Oh. Sorry. I’m just such a big fan.”

“I know. Felix has told me all about you. I’ve got a painting signed for you in my car.” Hyunjin’s jaw dropped and I swear he almost fell backwards had Jisung not been there to catch him.

“So, what is your collection called?” The boy Felix pointed out to me as Chan asked. Felix proudly wrapped an arm around my waist as I guided the group to the first piece.

“It’s called Little Stars.” Felix, blushed when I lightly pinched his cheek. The boys marveled at the first painting. It was one of Felix sitting in my window. It was the only piece in color. We moved on to the second piece. The photo I had shown Felix of him smiling. 

The next photo was a frame I had cropped to show just his eyes. Even in black and white Felix still managed to bring color and life with just a single look. “Wow, Felix! I had no idea you were this cool looking!” Minho said, marveling at the photograph. Felix kicked him as we moved forward. 

The second to last photo showed the painting I did on Felix’s back. He was completely turned away from the camera, but you could see my hands on his shoulder and waist. I had edited the photo so just my hands and arms were seen. Felix smiled and kissed the top of my head before the both of us led the group to the exhibit finale.

“DAMN FELIX!” Jisung yelled.

“Jisung. We are in an art gallery. Don’t yell.” Chan scolded.

“Sorry, but Felix got game.”

I laughed and looked at the photo; it was my favorite. Felix was half turned towards me but you could still see the nebula and stars on his back, his hand was gripping my waist tightly and he smiled down at me, our foreheads pressed together. You could see my fingers pulling away from the base of his hair, giving movement to the photo.

“This is incredible, Y/n.” 

“Well, it’s all you so I should say so.” He kissed my cheek with that bright smile of his. “You really are my shooting star. I’m getting everything I could ever wish for.”

✧

Requests are open, my lovelies!

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[waywardnerd67]

My World, My Everything

Summary: She was everything to him. His entire world revolved around her, but a decision had to be made. He had a job to do and in making this decision he would save everything that meant the world to him. Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Angst/Fluff Word Count: 1899 Prompt: “All Our Own” -Radio Company (Lyrics are bold) A/N: This is for @atc74​ Collab Challenge Contest

His finger traced the worn edges of a small photo. The moment in which it was taken as fresh in his mind as if it had happened the day before. It was meant to be the most important day of his life and ended being one of the worst. Slipping the photo back into its spot held within his wallet taking one last, long look at it before closing it in place. Looking out over the dashboard of his car, Dean Winchester looked up into the darkening sky as the end came barreling his way.

October 29, 2005 - San Diego, California

Dean pulled into his normal parking spot at (Y/N)’s apartment building. It had been a few weeks since he last saw her. His case in New Orleans had taken a little longer than expected but now his plan was back on track. Before heading up to her place, he pulled out his phone hitting his dad’s number.

“Dad, when you get this call me. There’s something important I need to talk to about.”

Snapping the phone shut, he grabbed his bag and ran up the exterior stairs with his key in his hand. The door flew open just as he reached the top of the stairs. His eyes traveled the length of her curvy body marveling in her natural beauty. Her bright eyes matched the smile spreading across her face.

“Stop gawking and get your ass in here, Winchester.”

He jogged over and scooped her up holding her tightly, “I missed you pretty girl.”

Leaving (Y/N) had been the one of the hardest moments he had and finally pushed him to make a huge change in his life. Letting her go, Dean set his stuff near the door and kicked off his boots next to the black heels she must have worn to work that day. Seeing his stuff next to hers had his chest tightening with pure happiness.

Leaning against the counter he watched her cook as she told him all about her clients for the day. The only thought running through his mind was that this beautiful, successful business woman was all his. Instinctively he ran his hand over his right pocket of his jeans smiling softly as she continued to talk. Their dinner was simple and filled with laughter as Dean told her all about the voodoo case he had in New Orleans. The rest of their evening was filled with passionate love making and the most restful sleep Dean had in weeks.

Dean awoke to gentle kisses being pressed against his chest and shining eyes staring up at him. The corner of her lips curling into a smirk as he raised an eyebrow at her. One look from her had him pouncing and their morning began as their night had ended.

“Did you think about what we last spoke of?” (Y/N) was snuggled into his side with her leg draped over his waist.

He brushed his calloused fingertips against her soft skin, “Listen to yesterday long before the way it has become and it all came down to you.”

“And…?”

“I don't really know the way, played out stranger than it seemed. But what went down came true like an all day dream.” He pushed himself up as she propped herself up on her elbow.

Her eyes searched his eyes for the unspoken words he was holding deep within him, “Dean, it doesn’t have to be a dream. You’re twenty-six now and can make your own decisions. Especially when it comes to having a stable life.”

He ran one hand through his hair, “I don't wanna be the one to say it's wrong. When the heavens open and a new day comes along. I know I would rather be together alone in a big top circle and a world we can call our own. It's all our own.”

“Does that mean…” the sheet fell from her body as she sat up hope shining in her eyes.

“In a world we can call our own we'll find shelter, darling. Where I'll always promise to never let be. I’m here to stay.”

(Y/N) launched herself onto him kissing him wherever she could get her lips on, “Handsome, that is all I want is you here all the time. You have no idea how happy I am right now.”

“Well, you can show me how happy you are.” Dean laughed as she playfully smacked him.

She got up heading towards her bathroom, “Maybe I will if you join me for a shower.”

Dean was about to follow her when he heard his phone beep with a new voicemail, “I’ll be right there.”

He watched her go in closing the door behind her. Looking at his phone his body tensed as the missed number was his dad’s. Quickly dialing his voicemail he listened to the strange message.

“Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger.”

There was EVP on the message which had panic tightening around his chest. He heard the shower turn on and his heart began to ache painfully. Pulling on his jeans his hand brushed against the small object that brought tears to his eyes. Getting dressed as quickly as he could, Dean grabbed his things then wrote out a note for (Y/N).

“I have to go. I love you, Dean.”

He shut the door as he heard (Y/N) called out to him. Running down the stairs and to his Baby, Dean took off like a bat out of hell. He knew the path all too well down to Palo Alto where his little brother, Sam, was going to college. It had been years since they last spoke but Dean always made a point to go find him from afar. Now, he needed his help in order to find their dad.

Present Day

Dean stood in front of his car alone facing the greatest threat the world had ever seen. Sam was back at the Bunker trying to figure out another way to save the world, but Dean knew it was pointless. This was his burden to bare. This was his destiny. Dying to save the world and his life was worth losing knowing that he was saving the world (Y/N) was living in. As he watched the dark clouds split open and a figure in a white suit emerging from them. Dean closed his eyes, the vision of (Y/N) clearly in his mind before opening them and heading straight for Chuck.

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(Y/N) was wrapped in her favorite blanket when the doorbell rang. A tall man, with long chestnut hair stood there. His eyes were bloodshot and tired looking. He was holding a small shoebox in his hands.

“May I help you?”

“Are you (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” His voice was hoarse as if he had been crying.

She nodded, “Yes I am.”

The man took a deep breath, “My name is Sam Winchester…”

Hearing the surname made her gasp, “You’re Dean’s little brother. W-Where is Dean?”

His hazel eyes connected with hers with tears in them, “D-Dean wanted you to have this when he… when he passed.”

(Y/N) stared at the box shaking her head, “No. N-No… he can’t be. Tell me, he’s around the corner or on his way. Don’t you dare tell me he’s gone!”

Sam held the box out to her, “I-I’m sorry, but I can’t. He sacrificed his life in order to save the world. He defeated God and defended all the people of this world. The only thing he made me promise to do is deliver this box to you.”

As she took a hold of the flimsy shoebox a blood curdling sob erupted from deep within her chest and her body gave out as she fell into Sam’s outstretched arms. He helped her inside to her couch as she let out all of her anguish knowing the world no longer had Dean Winchester in it. Sam sat with her until there were no more tears left for her to give.

“I’m s-sorry.”

He rubbed her back, wiping away his own tears, “No need to apologize. Would you mind if I stay while you open the box? I’ve been watching him carry this around since he came to get me from college. I’m curious what’s inside.”

She nodded her trembling hands taking the lid off. There were all kinds of trinkets from all his travels. A worn copy of her favorite book, Little Women, with his hand written notes. A small photo album with pictures of him throughout the years he was away from her. Seeing his piercing olive eyes and handsome face brought fresh tears down her cheeks. Then there was a small square box and an envelope. Within the box was a simple diamond ring, a soft gasp coming from her.

“Pretty girl, I know you probably hate me and you should. I had to leave. Not because of my dad or the job. I had to leave to keep you safe. There is nothing in this world more important to me than you being alive, safe, healthy. Even though the thought of you being with someone else tears my heart apart, I hope you found someone who loves you as much as I do. I want you to live a full and happy life.

If you’re reading this then Sam has kept his promise. I’m gone but the world is safe. Don’t be sad that I’m gone. There was no choice in the matter and no other way. I had to save the world in order to save you and that meant my death. (Y/N), I love you. You are my world, my everything. I wanted to give you this ring the morning I left. I kept hoping one day I might be lucky enough to give you this in person. Now, I want you to have it to remember that you were the only woman for me. I love you so much. Live a long, beautiful life. -Dean”

(Y/N) took the ring, slipping it onto her finger, more tears falling down her face, “Damn it Winchester, even in death you’re a charming son of a bitch.”

Sam started laughing and (Y/N) found herself joining him. They began telling stories about Dean to one another until the early hours of the morning. Exchanging phone numbers with promises to keep in touch, (Y/N) watched Sam drive away in the all too familiar black Impala. She looked up to the sky, a cool breeze whipping past her.

“Dean Winchester, if you can hear me then you get your ass back down here to me.” She closed her eyes praying that he would be in front of her when they opened.

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A thousand miles away, the Earth split open shaking the ground violently. A large hand grasped the edge of the opening pulling themselves up onto the dirt. Coughing and dry heaving until collapsing onto the ground. Catching their breath and getting up they made their way down the nearest road. Nearly an hour later, they entered a small gas station asking to use the phone.

“This is Sam.” The familiar voice brought a wave of emotions over them.

“Sammy, it’s me. I-I’m back.”

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Only Mine (Pt. 6)

A/N: We’re using Taylor songs again because we love Queen Taylor. So these are not my works (obviously) but hers. However if you’ve never heard some of these I would highly suggest you check them out because all Taylor songs are absolute bops. Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Pop Star!Reader Word count: 3,541 Warnings: Swearing, implied sex (no smut though), arguing (minor)

You found the release of Fractious to be the most ironic days of your life.

You were in the media everywhere, selling only a few thousands copies less in it’s first week than your previous record. Which you were fine with, that was somewhat of the plan.

But you were no where to be seen. Hiding out in a new house you and Gerard had bought New Jersey for just under three million dollars. But no one knew about that purchase, other than your closest family and friends. Because no one needed to know.

The suspense of it all started extremely high, as you only announced the album 12 hours prior to its drop. And the world went insane, fans jumping to Twitter to go absolutely crazy over this new persona that they had already began to love, and some had already caught onto the ‘good girl gone bad’ idea.

You released the entire tracklist only three hours before the drop, and you were already stalking fan pages who began making theories about what it meant. There were already a lot of ‘THIS ONE’S ABOUTE GERARD’ and theories already popping up about him, which made you lightly smile knowing damn well a lot of it was.

The tracklist read: Blank Space I Knew You Were Trouble Style End Game I Did Something Bad I Know Places Out Of The Woods Dancing With Our Hands Tied Don’t Blame Me Getaway Car Clean

You smiled and lightly laughed once you refreshed your phone on the couch, your face and name at the top of iTunes and various other music providers promoting your new album.

“Congrats babe.” Gerard said from where he sat next to you, giving you a kiss and squeezing your thigh, “I’m proud of you.” “Thanks Gee.” You leaned your head onto his shoulder, “I love you. So much.” “I love you more.” He smiled down.

What made it all the better was how MCR was entering into their punk era, only making your album and new persona more believable. You had to admit, Gerard’s red and shaggy hair was really hot, and you were living for it, as you had told him a million times.

And you knew how much he loved your new era. As much as he genuinely loved the real, bubbly you (which is of course why he married you) he continuously admired your new all black look, managing to wear skin tight jeans and short shorts with more crop tops than usual and leather jackets galore. And you can’t forget how many pairs of Doc Martins you had, plus Louboutin boots all for the red bottoms. You basically looked like a filthy rich home wrecker, AKA the look you were going for.

But at home and in private you were the same old Y/N, always letting your natural hair fall into its regular ways, with little to no makeup and not ashamed to wear whatever you wanted.

What seemed to put the cherry on top to this new era was the newest addition to your family, AKA a black french bulldog named Rocko the two of you got. He was a tornado of chaos who would run around the house with his dozens of toys, taunting you and Gerard with them as if to show some form of superiority that he clearly lacked. You treated him like he was a newborn baby, constantly. You bought him clothes, beds, and toys, letting him sleep with you and Gerard despite your husbands protests about how he “took up too much room”. To you, the little canine could do nothing wrong.

That was until he chewed up your favorite pair of shoes, which just oh so happened to cost multiple hundreds of dollars. Gerard was furious at his actions, complaining that there was no reason for him to do so with the countless amount of toys he already had. You were mad at first too, but after only a few seconds of the pup giving you his eyes of sympathy you forgave him and moved on as if nothing happened. Gerard was still in his state of anger though.

“Oh, look, the designs for the tour outfits came in.” You smiled from where you laid on the couch, checking emails on your laptop, Rocko at your feet sitting between you and Gerard who was reading a book. You opened up the file to be greeted with all dozen outfits, which were beyond perfect. Gerard looked over, interested in the topic. “I like that one.” You pointed to one especially scandalous duo of tiny shorts and an even smaller top that could have been easily mistaken for a bra if it wasn’t for the thicker material on the all black set with black tights. “It makes me look like a whore.” Gerard nearly spat out his coffee.

“But you’re not a whore.” “Yeah, well, my alter ego is.” You smiled. “And you made her that way.” You looked up at him from quickly, “Take that as a compliment.” “How is me turning my wife into a whore a compliment?” He asked, puzzled.

“Just take it as one.” You huffed.

“I do think you’ll look bad ass in it though,” He remarked, returning to his book.

“Awww, thanks babe.” You blushed, “Maybe I’ll ask them to make you a matching outfit.” You lightly laughed. “Haha, very funny.” He rolled his eyes.

“It sucks we’ll be touring at the same time.” You sighed, “I miss being able to see you and the guys more.” “Yeah I miss you too,” He sighed as well, “And Ray does too.” You lightly laughed.

“Ray’s coming to the first show, right?” You asked, looking up at Gerard. He nodded.

“He cleared all of his schedule to go and he’s pumped.” You smiled.

“Good.” You closed your laptop, climbing over to give Gerard a kiss, which he happily accepted and did the same back. “Somedays I wish you kissed me the way as you do Frank.” You lightly smiled, letting go as he chuckled.

“I mean, I could.” He smiled at you, running his hands through your hair, “But that’s more aggressive and in the moment. I prefer to savor the kisses I have with you, let you know how much I love you.” You smiled, lightly rolling your eyes.

“You’re so sappy sometimes, Gee.” You responded, “But I love it.”

That night, as you were going to bed, you stopped in your mirror momentarily to take a look at yourself. You had gained 25-ish pounds since your break from the spotlight, still recovering from your ED. Your doctor said that you were healthy now, but some of the fatrolls that fell on your sides and hip dips as well were starting to bother you. And your stomach still had that bit of blub that you were never very fond of.

Gerard walked past you in the bathroom, immediately getting the memo. “Am I too fat?” You turned around and asked him, his face turning to a form of ridicule.

“You’re a fucking goddess.” He said looking you up and down, “So no.”

“Are you sure Gee-” Before you could finish, he grabbed your hand and practically dragged you to bed where he pushed you down with ease beneath him, giving you a searing kiss.

“You’re fucking gorgeous and the most beautiful woman alive. If you say one more thing about you not being perfect I’m going to frame every photo of you in every inch of this damn house so you know just how incredible you are.” “Fine.” You sighed reluctantly. “Now say it with me,” He began, “I, Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N-Way am perfect.” You sighed, choosing to go with it.

“I, Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N-Way am perfect.” “Good girl.” He said with another quick kiss. You lightly laughed, rolling over to your side of the bed to give Gerard his. You took your hand, running your fingers through his messy hair as the two of you stared at each other.

“After these two tours, I think I want to take a break.” You admitted, saying so above a whisper. He lightly nodded. “Maybe we can start a family.” He nodded again. “And settle down.” He gave you a kiss on the nose.

“That sounds perfect.”

-Time skip because I’m lAzY-

You were on stage doing what you do best, simultaneously swaying your hips to the music and going along with some of the choreography, as if the skin tight black and sparkly body suit and above the knee black boots weren’t enough.

As usual, you would look over to your husband where he was in the VIP section and sing to him, a smile plastered on his face. You would occasionally look over to see both the approval of your family, and friends, including Ray who seemed to be having the time of his life dancing and singing the lyrics.

The show was going absolutely perfect, it was bigger than any other that you had ever done, a larger stage, larger screens, larger everything. Even a larger crowd with over 100,000 people for your first show on tour. You could hear the audience echo your lyrics, jumping up and down judging by the movements of their light up wrist bands.

You of course played a few songs off of your previous album, doing a few acoustic with just you and the crowd which were some of your favorite experiences and moments. You also did a quick speech thanking all of your loyal fans who waited for you to come back with new music, despite the long period of time where you were no where to be seen.

After the finale, you ran back with a huge smile still on your face with your team, drinking some water constantly to hydrate yourself. It only took you a few moments in the back hallways of the stadium before you saw your husband at one end, smiling at you. You smiled back, running up to him and clinging your arms around him. He hugged you back, giving you a quick kiss. “You did great.” He whispered with a huge smiled, “I’m so proud.” “Thanks.” You smiled back, giving him another kiss. The two of you walked away, arms around each other as you leaned onto him. You tried to keep PDA to a limit, especially since the documentary was actively being made and was recording everything.

Once you were back in your private dressing room where no one else was, he gave you an even bigger hug, swinging you around and you lightly squealed. “You’re just so good.” He laughed.

“Thanks.” You smiled at him, letting go to go and take off your makeup at the chair. “I just gotta meet a few fans then we can go back to the hotel.” You told him through the mirror and he nodded.

“Y/N?” You heard your assistant knock at the door. “Hey, Betty.” You smiled up at her and she smiled back.

“I assumed you would want Rocky with you.” She said, putting the small black dog and he ran up to your chair.

“Ah yes,” You smiled down at him, picking him up and giving him a bunch of kisses on his little face, “Thank you.” You told her and she nodded, “No problem.” She closed the door back. You held the small dog in your lap, finishing off your face and hair before getting up and putting him down to change into regular clothes from your stage outfit.

“Gee?” You asked and he hummed, looking up from his phone, “Could you unzip me?” You asked and he nodded, getting up to do so. Usually Gerard would pull something after that, making it less PG, but you shot him a quick glare warning him not to do anything, so he didn’t.

You quickly replaced your stage clothes with a pair of jeans and sweatshirt, turning around to see Gerard still staring at you, wide eyes. “Oh please,” you sighed at him, “We’ve been together for over eight years Gee, handle yourself.” “Sorry, it’s just really hard to.” He tried to defend himself, you rolled your eyes.

“I’ll be back soon, babe.” You smiled, giving him a peck on the lips before excusing yourself.

The meet and greet went by as always, taking about half an hour before you said bye to everyone, taking photos, and then went back to Gerard. He was still on his phone on one of the couches in the room, Rocko by his feet. “Ready to go?” He asked, looking up, and you nodded grabbing your phone and backpack.

On the way out you couldn’t stop smiling, hand in hand with Gerard going in one of the large black SUVs, you going in first, then Rocko, then Gerard. “How’re you feeling?” Your husband asked and you just smiled.

“Great,” You admitted, taking a sip from your water, “Everyone loved it.” He gave your thigh a squeeze and looked at you.

“It was definitely pretty bad ass.” He smiled and you lightly laughed.

You had walked into your suite, setting your bag and the dog down, placing him in his bed (in the living room part of the room) while Gerard grabbed him a bowl of water. You gave the dog a quick good night kiss, resorting to your own room where Gerard followed, closing the door behind you.

Almost immediately your lips were clashed together, his hands on your waist as he swiftly put you on the large plush duvet of the bed, moving down to your collarbone and neck.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked for only a brief moment, as a double check. You shook your head violently.

“No,” You sighed out, “Please no.” He smiled down at you connecting your lips against. “Whatever you want, sugar.”

-Another time skip-

You wouldn’t have ever known if it wasn’t for the insane amount of fatigue and throwing up you were going through, only a month into tour. Initially you could’ve sworn it was just a cold turned to maybe the flu, as many of the symptoms you were having would go away within a few hours, so you were ready for show time.

But here you sat in your hotel room, curled up on the bed with Rocko next to you, your mind completely empty as you stared into the thin air, Betty had run to the nearest pharmacy. What were you going to do on tour? Fans would figure it out easily. But what would you tell Gerard?

Once Betty came back she gave you a somber, almost apologetic smile handing your the small bag. You thanked her, closing the door and going into the bathroom.

You stood over the bathroom sink, your hands gripping the granite edges for dear life as you stared down at the three tests. All positive. It took you a few minutes of staring, rocking back and forth, for everything to sink in.

This was not how you planned it, it was never supposed to go like this. You and Gerard were going to take a break, settle down, have your first child and be together all through your pregnancy. Now you were both on huge tours promoting your new work, away from home for at least the next five months. 

You could feel warm tears stream down your cheeks, a small sniffle coming from your nose as you grabbed your phone. Reluctantly, you pressed on your husband’s name, pressing the small phone icon displayed underneath it. You put your face up to the screen slowly. Only a few rings and he answered.

“Hey Y/N/N,” He said, “What’s up.” It took you a few seconds, but you immediately bursted into sobs. “Baby? What’s wrong?” He spoke up, voice with lots of concern.

“Gee,” You began, sniffing again through the sobs, “I’m um- I’m pregnant.” You said. No one spoke for the next few seconds, complete silence on both ends of the line.

“Sweetie,” He said in a light voice, a small laugh following afterwards, “That’s great!” “No, Gerard, it isn’t.” You snapped, “We had all of this planned out perfectly, no one was going to know unless we wanted them to. But no, in the beginning of a fucking world tour this has to happen.” You raised your voice, “And I get it, this is gonna be a fucking walk in the park for you because you’re not here, and you don’t have to play in front of over 50,000 people every night in body tight suits. And you’re going to be separated from your pregnant wife. Life’s probably fucking perfect for you.” You weren’t sure what had gotten into you, but whatever it was it wasn’t pretty.

“What?” He asked, “You say it like we never wanted this. Sometimes things don’t go to plan Y/N.” He snapped back.

“Well they have to in our world Gerard!” You yelled, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, “We have our lives set out for the next six months. And this is a big deal, and something we can’t do right now.”

“So are you going to get an abortion? Are you going to put it into the adoption system?” He yelled back. You took a few moments to think.

“No.” You admitted, barely above a whisper, “Gee, I’m sorry.” You began sobbing again, your sad feeling taking over any angry one.

“No, sugar, I am.” He clarified with a sigh, “You’re going through a lot and I should be supporting you, not arguing.” “Well I kinda started it.” “And I shouldn’t have continued it.” He responded. “Honey, we’ll figure this out.” He insisted, “We’ll talk to your tour manager and everyone who needs to know, we’ll figure something out. Some way to hide it.” “Okay.” You said somberly.

“Give me a few minutes,” He said, “I’m going to figure out a way to get to you.” “Gee, you’re booked for the next fews months on tour.” “And so are you, but you’re also carrying our child right now.” He spoke back, “We’re going to figure it out, okay? We’re going to have a kid, and start a family, maybe a little off track from what we intended, but this is what we’ve wanted, right?” You nodded despite him not seeing you.

“Yeah, of course.” You calmed down. “This is what we’ve wanted.”

It took a full week for a plan to be made. A week of unnecessary stress and anxiety for everyone on your team who was high enough on the roster to know about the pregnancy. Not even your families or friends knew, everything right now was business.

Gerard managed to fly in during a three day break the band had, consoling your emotions during the time as you two began to discuss personal plans. There was a lot of crying, both tears of sadness and joy, as you two began to discuss where you would live most of the time, which room the baby would take, how to even handle a child.

You already knew the baby’s name, which could go for either a boy or girl: Shiloh Monet Way. You were still very unsure about planning to have a baby, but since your tour would end when the third trimester began, you would have at least a few months to plan and figure out everything.

Gerard had already talked to the guys and their managers about pushing back some of the dates so there was a month break for him to be home around the baby’s due date. At the very least he wanted to be with you while giving birth, but he also wanted to help both you and the baby recover.

New outfits and plans to completely hide your pregnancy were already in the working with your teams. It was like a completely undercover operation to keep both you and your child’s privacy to a fine tune. And of course. Gerard and the guys promised to not say anything at all, even a hint towards you being pregnant wouldn’t be dropped.

“I say we wait to tell our families and friends,” You admitted to your husband, the two of you on the hotel bed getting ready to go to a sound check. “Just in case anything happens. I mean, we have to tell our teams and the guys and stuff, which we did, but no one else.” He nodded.

“Just not for too long,” He said, “Or at least once we know that baby’s developing fine.” You nodded and sighed.

“I was hoping having our first child together wouldn’t be this stressful.” You admitted, almost shamefully in a way.

“It’s okay, sugar.” He put his hand on your thigh and gave it a light squeeze. “We’re going to make the best of it, okay? You have a little less than five months left on your tour and then I get to take a break. This’ll work out just fine.” You nodded, placing your head on his shoulder as you knew he was right.

“You make everything better, Gee.” You said, playing with his hand as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’ll do it for you, sweetheart.”

[sambergscott]

your son is going to love you

Summary: Peralta dads are cursed, destined to have terrible relationships with their sons. When Jake finds out *he's* going to have a son, he spirals. Amy helps.

goes without saying that if you haven’t watched 7x10 yet maybe don’t read this

She wakes up at 2am needing to pee.

She’s been waking up needing to pee a lot lately.

It’s like their baby has no respect for her sleeping pattern, perfectly honed over the years to maximise productivity, while still fitting in the full 8 hours of sleep needed a day. Their baby doesn’t care about the 8 hour recommendation, he laughs in the face of scientists. With the bad back and heart burn and constant kick, kick, kicking of her bladder, she’s averaging 4.7. She thought babies didn’t start keeping you up all night until they were born but, oh, how wrong she was.

She pats her husband to wake him up and come keep her company. If she’s awake because of their baby, then damn it, he’s going to be awake, too. But he’s not there, leaving her hand awkwardly patting a bare mattress.

“Jake?” She murmurs groggily, sitting up and switching on her bedside lamp. She’s half-expecting him to be sitting in the armchair playing Mario Party on his Switch (he has become a little bit addicted in the last few months and it wouldn’t be the first time she’s found him trying to beat Wario in the early hours of the morning) or have left a note beside her bed that he had a lead on a case and needed to go in with a scribbled ‘love you’ underneath and a lopsided heart. The armchair is empty, but there’s a light on down the hall and since there’s no way she forgot to turn it off before bed (she triple checks), she figures that it must be Jake.

Forgetting the whole reason why she woke up in the first place, she grabs Jake’s hoodie from the floor for warmth and pads into their living-kitchen-dining area. It’s the open plan-ness that made her fall in love with the apartment upon first visit and submit all her paperwork as soon as she was out the door. It’s the open plan-ness that would make the Property Brothers proud and the dumb people who go on that show foam at the mouth with jealousy. It’s the open plan-ness that allows her to see her husband straight away, snacking on the unfinished party food.

(Apparently people don’t feel like eating after a man cuts his thumb off and spurts blood everywhere. Who’d have thought?)

There’s a weird, pensive look on his face that draws her towards him.

“You OK, babe?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he responds. He pops a tomato from the salad bowl in his mouth, then another, then another.

She narrows her eyes. He never eats tomatoes unless they’re in ketchup or on top of a famous Sal’s pizza. Something is wrong.

She thinks back on their day, mentally rewinding the events from waking up to the morning briefing to their private sex reveal in the break room and finding out they’re having a boy (the empty cake box and blue frosting around Scully’s mouth was very surprising indeed). They were both floating on Cloud 9 all afternoon, came home and Zoomed the entire family, falling asleep on the couch around 9.30pm because pregnancy is exhausting.

Nothing particularly awful stands out.

Unless...

“Are you thinking about your Grandpa?”

He’d been so excited to see him again, so excited to reunite Walter Peralta  with Roger, The Admiral with the Captain. To be honest, Amy was less than impressed. He’d been nice enough to her, asked her about her job, about the baby, small talked about the weather. But he never asked her about Jake, probed about the 20 odd years of his grandson’s life that he’d missed out on. Which is frustrating because she has a lot of embarrassing stories ready to tell and a whole photo album of Jake on her phone. He couldn’t care less about Roger or Jake, storming out of the sex reveal party after calling his son a screw up and turning off his phone so they couldn’t get in contact with him. He’s a selfish dick and her husband deserves better. Still, he won’t be thinking about what a monster Walter turned out to be, he’ll be finding ways to blame himself that yet another father walked out of his life again.

He nods silently and she leads him to the couch.

“Talk to me, Jake.”

He releases a shaky breath. “The Peralta’s are cursed.”

“With devastatingly handsome good looks?” She half-jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Because, hello, her husband is hot; she constantly overhears other women in the precinct talking about his glow up and it would be impossible to ignore the female attention he gets in bars and even just walking down the street before he scratches his face to show off his wedding band and wraps one arm proudly around his wife’s shoulders. She’s seen the pictures of a young Roger Peralta, too, and with that charm smile... she gets it.

“Thank you,” he smiles briefly, “but no. Peralta dads are cursed with terrible relationships with their sons.”

“That’s not going to be you,” she says without hesitation, without a shred of doubt.

“How do you know?” He launches into a scathing personal indictment that leaves his cheeks stinging with tears. “I’m immature, obsessed with my work, messy, always late. My dad was never around when I was a kid. I don’t even know what dads do with their sons! And what if it’s in my genes? To be a crappy dad, abandon my kid like a dozen Peralta fathers before me. Your parents still don’t think I’m good enough. You didn’t even like me at first. It only makes sense that our baby would hate me, too.”

“Woah, babe. Slow down. Let’s unpack that one at a time.” She wipes away his tears with his hoodie sleeve and squeezes his hand. “First of all, you are way more mature now than you used to be. We bought a family friendly Sedan. You read parenting books. You were eating fruit, like, two minutes ago.”

“Tomatoes are fruits?”

“What? Yes, how do you not - not the point.” She shakes her head. “And so what, you enjoy your job. That’s a good thing, Jake! Do you understand how rare that is? You’re doing the thing you love while providing a decent income for our family. And besides, I’m way more obsessed than you. I have FOMOW, but that doesn’t mean I won’t love our kid more than anything. And as for the messy, late thing, if I can look past it because of how much I love you, so will our son.”

“Love you, too,” he mumbles.

“Now onto your point about not knowing what dads do, that is a straight up lie and we both know it, Peralta. You’re always hanging out with Charles and Nikolaj and Lord Knows Terry doesn’t shut up about all the activities he does with his girls.”

“I know what they do when I’m around, but what do you do when it’s 5am and they won’t go back to sleep?” He frets. “At what age do you introduce them to Die Hard? In Cry Hard With A Vengeance,” he quotes the parenting book she originally bought him as a joke but has kind of become his Torah, “Bruce Willis says right away, but what if he’s not ready to understand the complex plots? What if he prefers Timothy Olyphant to William Atherton? Oh my God, what if our son doesn’t think Die Hard is a Christmas movie?”

He’s spiralling and it’s a good job he’s with the only person who can truly calm him down.

“I think Bruce Willis is just trying to promote his franchise and that we’ll be watching more Paw Patrol than Die Hard for the next few years, babe, but I’m sure when he is old enough, he will love the movies as much as you.”

“Right,” he agrees, “you’re totally right. Action thrillers aren’t very baby friendly. I’ll just watch it on mute with subtitles.”

She laughs, her eyes crinkling in the corners. She loves him so much. Which segways them nicely onto his final two points.

“My parents do love you. Sure, they’re critical, but that’s just the way they are. They’re the same way to all of us. My mom complains to everyone she meets about how I can’t cook, how Tony hasn’t settled down and made her any beautiful grandbabies yet, even Perfect David faces her wrath when he goes a week without phoning her. If the worst thing my mom has to say about you is that you’re below average in height, you’re doing OK. And as for me apparently not liking you at first, I did like you.”

He furrows his brow. “But you said you found me annoying and difficult to be around.”

“Yet I didn’t ask to switch desks, continued working cases with you and went to Shaw’s whenever I was invited.” She stares at him pointedly. “If I really found you difficult to be around, I wouldn’t have stayed. I thought you were cute and funny and good at your job and yeah, you were annoying too, but,” she shrugs, “it never put me off.”

“So what you’re saying is that you had a crush on me first,” he grins.

“No. You obviously had a crush on me back then, too. What I’m saying is that I love you, our son loves you and you’re going to be a great dad.”

He blushes, ducking his head. “My dad said the same thing. About our son loving me.”

“He’s right,” she replies. “I feel him kick every time you get home from work, every time you sing to Taylor Swift in the car, every time I mention your name. Why didn’t you believe him?”

“I don’t know, still nervous about the curse, I guess.” He twists his wedding band on his finger.

Amy bites her lip. “Are you not excited about us having a boy?”

She has to ask. His excitement looked genuine in the break room, but it’s no secret that he was hoping for a girl. A mini-Amy, he said. While she’s always been more accustomed to boys considering the Santiago’s have, like, a million of them, Jake couldn’t get over the image of a little girl in dresses and doing ballet and with long, dark hair that he eventually learns to braid.

“Of course I am,” he’s quick to assure her. “Stupid excited. Never been more excited for anything. Not even the Ninja Turtles reboot. But still... nervous.” He rubs his hand over his face, muffling his voice. “Everyone is assuming what kind of dad I’m going to be. Whether I’m going to be good at it or not. To be fair, the only person who doubted me is that murderer I arrested last week, obviously not my biggest fan. Everyone else is convinced I can do it. What if I can’t? What if I’m genetically wired to be a bad dad? What if I disappoint you and our baby and Charles who has been dreaming about this forever?”

“Jake,” she softens her voice, pulling his hand away from his face, “the fact you are so worried about being a bad dad proves that you will not be one. Nor could you ever disappoint us.”

“But you’re my wife. You have to say that.”

“I would never have married you and become your wife if I thought you were the kind of person who could abandon your kid,” she promises him. “You have been perfect so far, dealing with all the vitamins and over-scheduled sex and washing my clothes when I sweat through them and holding my hair back when I’m being sick. You’ve been to every doctor’s appointment, read every binder, bought me every weird food craving. You hang out with the bump every night, talking and singing to it. I know you’re going to be a great dad, Jake, because you already are one.”

She kisses him and it’s soft and tender and filled with love, only interrupted by the kick, kick, kicking of their son.

“Hey,” Jake says in his best authoritative dad voice/John McClane dealing with German terrorists voice (he’s been practising in front of the mirror following Bruce’s advice), pointing a warning finger at the bump. “I’m going to kiss your mom as much as I want, Peralta. I loved her first.”

Amy giggles, stroking her fingers through Jake’s unruly curls. His bedhead is always wild and it’s maybe her favourite thing in the entire world. She silently sends a message of her own to their son to inherit his dad’s hair. And eyes. And handsome smile.

He kicks again as if to say ‘OK, mom’.

And then she really needs to pee.

[megalony]

Touchy situation- Part 11

This is the last part of this slow-burn Roger Taylor series, but I have a follow-on series planned which I am going to be starting very soon because I love writing this storyline and am not ready to end it just yet. I hope you all like it.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez @rogahs-drowse

Summary: (Y/n) and Roger still love each other even after their breakup but although they want to be together again, they can’t because Roger is with someone else now. Someone who is now pregnant.

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"What are you doing?"

(Y/n) found that her voice was quieter and rather timid when she wanted to sound neutral and inquiring. She knew her voice was fragile and she seemed desperate as well as worried, but she couldn't help how she felt as she started to feel fear creeping up into her system.

She had been relieved when Roger let her into the apartment rather than leaving her on the doorstep acting like he was out like he had done when Brian came round the other day.

No one had seen Roger since Andrew's funeral last week and they were becoming increasingly worried. They came round to the flat but Roger wouldn't let them in or even speak to them through the door. They called but the most he had done was pick up the phone so they knew he was okay but he didn't speak. He knew he had to at least answer and let them hear his breathing or they would become paranoid he had done something rash.

The funeral had been a very close-knit gathering of (Y/n), the band and a few members of Roger's family but the drummer was not himself anymore.

He had talked to Liz after leaving the hospital but harsh words had passed between them as he told her she couldn't go to the funeral and he made sure no one told her when it was. Roger knew it was very harsh of him but he felt like he didn't have a heart anymore and therefore had no more cares to give. He didn't even know where Liz was, he simply knew she wasn't at their apartment anymore and had left a key after he told her he didn't want her in his life at all.

(Y/n) was the first person Roger had let into the flat and now she could see why.

As she walked inside and followed the drummer, she found it was not the same as she had seen it on the very few times she had been round. There were no more pictures hanging on the walls, not even of the band's albums. His collection of records were now stuffed away into boxes and the record player was nowhere to be seen. The kitchen was spotless and had no plates, cups or utensils out anywhere, it looked like it hadn't even been used for days.

What made (Y/n) worry was the hundreds of boxes everywhere.

Was Roger moving?

Roger continued to stay silent as he headed down the corridor, his head purposely turning to the right so he didn't catch a glimpse of the door on his left that led into Andrew's room. That was the one room in the apartment that he hadn't managed to go into yet and he didn't know if he ever would.

He led (Y/n) into the end bedroom and he shivered when he heard her breathing hitch in her throat.

There were two suitcases resting on the bed that were almost full. One contained Roger's clothing which was a lot since he had a rather jumbled wardrobe with a range of clothes. And the other held a few personal items such as his jewellery, photos, some cards from over the years and resting on top were some of Andrew's blankets, clothes and one or two of his toys.

"A-are you moving?" (Y/n) didn't even try to hide the way her voice trembled as she clenched her hands together in front of her to try and calm herself down.

Roger slowly turned around so he was facing her as he nodded. There was no way he could stay in the flat anymore, he had the memory of Liz in the bathtub and he had little pieces of Andrew scattered everywhere. If Roger was going to try and move on from this chapter of his life then he had to be able to live somewhere that he didn't feel chained to his memories. This was not a place he could live anymore.

"Do you have somewhere else to go?" (Y/n) knew Roger had a few places in America and one in Montreal since they owned a studio there. But with how quickly he seemed to be packing he must have either found a place he wanted and was in the process of buying it or he was staying with someone until he got somewhere lined up.

Her heart seemed to stutter in her chest when Roger reached forward and took both her hands in his own. Brushing his thumbs over the back of her hands as he tried to look at her but he couldn't manage it.

"I'm going to stay at my place in LA." With how much time the band spent touring and disappearing around the world, when they started to make a lot of money Roger decided to get a place in the states. LA seemed the best place and he found a house he really liked, it was where he and even the band stayed when they were over there and Roger had gone there a few times when he wanted to get away and have some time to himself.

(Y/n) had gone there with him once for a holiday.

"For how long?" (Y/n) asked the question that Roger wished she wouldn't. He didn't want to stay in this flat any longer than necessary but London was tainted for him now. He had the memory of losing his daughter here and then having and losing Andrew. Liz was still going to be in London and he didn't want to bump into her anywhere. Roger didn't see the use of being here when it wasn't going to aid his recovery from how his mind was breaking apart. The band wasn't going to be going on tour now and he didn't know if he even wanted to go back to being in Queen anymore.

LA was far away from here, it was somewhere he could have a break and try and recuperate.

"Rog?"

"I bought a one-way ticket." Roger finally pulled his eyes from their hands to look at her eyes but he found them flooded with tears.

He was leaving her.

He was going to leave them all behind like a bad memory and he didn't seem to want to come back, and the worst part was (Y/n) couldn't blame him for anything. Roger couldn't stay here and she couldn't blame him for feeling that way. He was trying to get over a huge loss that she also couldn't be mad at him for and he was doing what was best for him. How could she ever be angry at him for leaving when it was the only thing that would guarantee he wasn't going to have a breakdown or get any worse?

"(Y/n)... I can't stay here anymore. Miami called the other day, the media's got wind of what happened and I don't want to be here if they find out the truth. Liz is here, the band is here and A-Andrew, is here. If I stay I'm going to be walking around and remembering him and wishing for him to come back and I can't do that."

Roger didn't want to forget about Andrew, that was never something that he was going to do and he would never consider trying to forget his son. But he couldn't live his life seeing Andrew everywhere he went because he would be carrying around such a big burden. He had never got the chance to take Andrew anywhere and most importantly, his house in LA had no trace of Andrew or Liz. That meant Roger could wake up in the morning and not be bombarded by their memory, he could think of Andrew when he felt down or when he missed him.

Roger could get out a picture or an item of clothing or a toy of Andrew's and hold that and be close to him. But he didn't want to pass the graveyard where Andrew was buried and feel like he wanted to join him. Roger didn't want to walk around and remember that this was the flat he found his son drowning or that was the hospital he lost his son in.

He couldn't stay here if the media started printing articles about Roger losing his son, and if they found out what had happened between him and Liz then Roger was not prepared to stay and be questioned by paparazzi. He didn't want to be bombarded by them everywhere he went and he didn't want fans or passers-by asking about it if this went public.

LA was a fresh start.

"I understand, Rog. I... I just don't want you to leave me." (Y/n) tightened her hands around his own as she tipped her head down but she couldn't stop herself from crying. After everything they had gone through, (Y/n) didn't want to give up on Roger now. She didn't want to let him slip through her fingers and disappear from her life. They had been through far too much for her to simply try and move on from him now.

(Y/n) loved Roger, and the love she had for him showed her that no matter how hard either of them tried, she was never going to be able to walk away and move on. Roger may be able to do that or he may just want to try, but (Y/n) didn't want to waste time grieving over her loss of Roger when she could try and help him through this and be there for him. Even as a friend, but she didn't want him to disappear from her life.

Roger let go of her hands so that he could wrap his arms around her and encase her to his chest. Leaving was something Roger had felt fine with when he thought about the band and the boys and everything he was leaving behind. He knew they would understand and they simply weren't enough to make him want to stay. But (Y/n), she was the one thing that made him reconsider everything.

He didn't want to leave her behind and forget about her because he would never be able to do that. These past few years had shown Roger that through everything, they could last forever and he knew he was never going to love anyone else.

"Love, I am never, ever, going to leave you. And this isn't forever I swear to you. But I have to leave, this isn't my home anymore, too much has happened for me to be able to live here." Roger was never going to leave (Y/n) and he had a few things sorted out to make sure whatever happened, he would not be cutting her out of his life. This move didn't mean (Y/n) would never see or hear from him again, it just meant there would be an added distance between them for a while.

"When are you leaving?"

(Y/n) dug her hands into his shoulders as she clung to him desperately, praying that the answer would be a week or two so she could have some time with him before he went.

"Tomorrow." Roger clung to her as tight as he could when she writhed to pull away from him, a small cry leaving her lips at one word that shattered everything. He couldn't go tomorrow and not know when he was coming back, he couldn't tell her today that he was going and have this be the last time she saw him for God knows how long. He couldn't do this to her.

"No, R-Rog you can't-"

"Shh, baby it's okay. It's all gonna be okay." Roger started to sway them side to side as he kissed her forehead repeatedly. He had planned to talk to her before now but things just happened and everything seemed to jumble together and go so quickly. "I need you to listen to me for a moment, alright?" Roger slowly pulled back so he could look at her, but he kept his arms around her just in case she tried to pull or walk away.

(Y/n) couldn't trust her voice so she simply nodded, wiping furiously at her eyes so she could actually see him properly.

"I leave tomorrow morning, and I said to the boys that I would call you and let you know I was there alright... but then that's it. Just for a month or two, I won't call or write. I need some time to get everything straightened out, up here." Roger tapped his head as he spoke. He would need headspace and time to try and recover and he couldn't do that if he clung to everything he was going to walk away from. So he wasn't going to call or have any contact with them for a while. "But it won't be forever I promise that after a month or two I will call you and that is a promise I won't break."

With how quickly he was leaving, Roger had asked John if he would put all of his things that he wasn't taking with him into storage and if he would sell the flat for him. John was good with finances and he had a head for transactions like this so he had agreed to sort everything out.

And Roger promised the band he would call (Y/n) so they knew he was okay and he was in his house in LA with no problems. Then he would become a ghost for a while, just long enough that he could get himself together without yearning for everybody.

"I want you to read this tomorrow after I leave, promise me you won't read it until I go?" Roger turned and took an envelope out from one of the suitcases before gently placing it into (Y/n)'s trembling hands. She could tell it was a letter and that by the way he wrote her name on the envelope, he had tried to make his writing neat since it was sometimes hard to read. He didn't want her to read it until he had gone because then she couldn't rush round and talk to him about it.

"I promise."

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(Y/n) tried to stop herself from gripping the letter too tightly so she didn't indent the precious paper that Roger had given to her. The envelope had sat on her mantlepiece for one day and it had been so hard to sit and stare at it and fight the urge to run over and rip it open to know what he had said to her.

But she knew that right now, Roger was boarding the plane that was going to take him away for his recovery. There was no way that she could rush over after reading this and get to him before he left. He had technically gone now, so it was okay for her to read the letter.

With trembling hands, (Y/n) ever so carefully opened the crystal white envelope and reached inside. Grasping the edge of the thin paper, (Y/n) slowly pulled the letter out and set the envelope down on her lap.

What had he written to her?

What did Roger write that he felt he couldn't say to her in person?

A sudden flurry of panic flooded through her chest as she wondered if she really should read this or not. Maybe it would be something she wouldn't want to hear, maybe it would be something that would make her melt or breakdown in sobs. Maybe it wasn't worth upsetting herself when she already knew she would breakdown later when Roger rang at around midnight to say he was officially in a different country.

But (Y/n) couldn't sit and wonder any longer, she had to know what Roger had written.

(Y/n), I remember the first time I met you in a bar after the band had an argument in the studio. I remember ordering you a martini, the first time you ever tried one which admittedly did make you sick afterwards. And I remember all the little moments afterwards. I knew when I met you that you'd be special to me, I just didn't know how special you would become. Call me a coward, but I just didn't know how to say this to you in person. I've done a lot of shit in my life, but leaving you was something I both regret and am happy about because it gave me Andrew. The stuff I said to you in the hospital was wrong, I know you would never wish any of that stuff and I know it was hard on you for me to have him. But I know you loved him too and I am forever grateful for that. But he's gone now, and I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with losing both of my kids. Somehow, I don't think even you can help me right now and that's okay, space helped us last time and it will help us now. Being on my own is what I need right now and I think in the long run it will help you too. I've never loved someone as much as I love you, which is why I've left something in the envelope for you. It will show you I'm not going to leave you forever and that I love you far too much to leave you behind. I'll see you soon.

(Y/n) slowly set down the letter next to her on the sofa as she wiped at the tears to rid them from her face. Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, (Y/n) picked up the envelope and peeked inside to see what Roger had put inside.

What would he have left in there that showed he was going to come back?

Seeing a rectangular piece of paper, (Y/n) felt intrigue pulling at her chest as she reached in and took it out of the envelope. It took a moment for her vision to adjust and a delayed reaction for her mind to actually work out what Roger had left. But once her mind had configured what it was that she was staring at, a smile found its way onto her features. Roger was never going to forget about her and this was the proof.

Maybe Roger would never be coming back from LA, but (Y/n) would be seeing him in two month's time.

He left her a plane ticket from London to LA.

[kyungsoomint]

YOUNG: Colors

Member: Byun Baekhyun (변백현)

Genre: Fluff and a pinch of Smut

Word Count: 2,038

Summary: Is it wrong to pursue your dream? To have it painted in your own colors, or to lose people on it.

Notes: HELLO EVERYONE! I’m back! turns out this uni break is also a very busy one for me :/ I’m sorry for the late update and also if there is any mistake, it’s been so longg and I tried my best!

YOUNG:

| Beginning | Grow Up | Paradigm | Lawless Ideas | Colors | ✔

She kept on staring into the bouquet Baekhyun sent earlier into her office which brought several questions from her co-workers but she just laughed it off, trying to shake the topic away, Jiho particularly gave her the biggest smile ever like he knew from who the bouquet came from. Weeks have gone by since the day Baekhyun finally entered her life again. She sighed before looking away from the bouquet placed right in front of her. Baekhyun was constantly on her mind either because of good cause or bad cause. Like when her phone buzzed only to reveal a message sent by Baekhyun

“I see that my favorite restaurant is inviting a special chef from France and I don’t like to go alone, but I really want to go :( will you accompany me, (Y/N)?” 

She could imagine his pouting face right away, a face that she can’t say no to. Baekhyun has been trying to take her on a date but not once she said yes because of her busy schedule and yet she was being cautious too about him, the anxiety of him leaving still lingers. She replied yes to him which gained a call from him. “I got so excited that I spilled all of my orange juice I was drinking” his voice was higher than usual, an obvious sign of his happiness. Baekhyun never failed to make her laugh after all. “I know that you will try to throw your pouty face into the scene an-“ he cut her off “And you can’t resist it. I know, honey” he proudly nods into himself. “Don’t push your luck too far, Byun Baekhyun” she smiled at the end of the line. “Well, at least I tried” he huffed. “I’m going to pick you up at 6pm, how does that sound?” she hummed in agreement. “Do I need to wear fancy clothes? Because it seems like a very expensive restaurant since you know ‘Special chef from France’” she tapped on her pen. “If you asked me, I’d like you to wear nothing of course but it’s not a private dinner so-“ she rolled her eyes at his answer “Baekhyun, I’m serious right now, please put your dirty mind aside or I’ll cancel it” her voice sent shivers to him “No! I’m sorry, I won’t joke something like that again” she could feel his frown forming on his beautiful face. “Wear anything that you like, I don’t care, you look beautiful in everything, even if you show up in pajamas” he laughed. His laughter sent a warm feeling running through her body, something that’s so familiar yet she hasn’t feel for a very very long time.

Baekhyun arrived exactly at 6pm in a white shirt with 2 buttons undone showing his collarbones and black blazer all in a match with his pants and shoes waiting in front of her apartment’s elevator in the basement. He saw her walking out of the elevator with a black dress tightly fit into her body, making every curve possible to be admired. She almost fell from seeing Baekhyun standing with a shocked face as she turned her face. Shouldn’t have worn these fucking heels, I almost died she thought to herself and there Baekhyun stood with his mouth wide open, getting immersed into her. “Uhm, hello Mr. Byun Baekhyun, you need to stop eyeing me or we will be late” she poked his shoulder which brought him back to reality. He sometimes forgets that she’s not that little girl anymore, she’s a grown adult, a very beautiful grown adult. “You look so fucking amazing,” all the stars she saw from his eyes said it all, he came closer to whisper into her ear “and also fucking hot” he smirked and left her with blushed cheeks.

The restaurant was just exactly what she has on her mind, located on the 48th floor everything in Seoul was visible from there. She knew that Baekhyun has transformed into a superstar in South Korea yet he still holds that childish vibes years ago but there they sat on a table facing the window in a fancy restaurant. The comfortable air spread through the entire conversation they had from Mongryong, his family, even his upcoming solo album that got her very excited as he talked about his dream of a solo album, she could see his eyes were filled with joy and happiness and she didn’t even feel any resentment about their break up anymore, she was happy at the state of he’s in. It felt like they never break up before, they’re still the same person as they used to be, madly in love and endeavor each other so much to the point no one will understand such feelings.

Baekhyun was driving her back into her apartment when suddenly his phone rang while connected to the Bluetooth. She saw the name was ‘Junmyeon Hyung’ and he quickly picks the phone. “Baekhyun, where are you? Have you seen the news” there was a sign of concern at the end of the line. “I’m driving now, and no I haven’t, what’s wrong?” Baekhyun earned a sigh from Junmyeon. “Dispatch just released some photos of you going out with a girl, her face was blurred but yours wasn’t. I thought that the parking lot was familiar, you had dinner at Palais de Gaumont didn’t you?” Junmyeon was talking so clear that it made her head spin a little from the information given by him. “I did and calm down hyung, I’ll take care of it,” Baekhyun said in a rather calm tone, he knew somehow this would happen. “I’ll see what I can do too about it” Junmyeon paused “Is it by any chance the girl that you have been trying to reach out for years? The one that you couldn’t shut your mouth about?” Junmyeon said as the car approach the red light. “Yes, yes she is, and now she is beside me, listening to your informative news,” he said and not breaking any eye contact with her, God I’d like to have the world knows that she is mine he thought letting out a deep breathe. “Oh really!” Junmyeon exclaimed in shock “Hello, I’m Kim Junmyeon or you may also call me Suho, Leader of EXO” her eyes were opened wider than usual, surely in shock. “Hello, I’m (Y/N)” her voice was small but audible to Junmyeon. “I hope to see you soon. I’m hanging up, bye everyone” with that Junmyeon hanged up the phone which left (Y/N) and Baekhyun in silence. “I know what are you thinking, they are going to like you, honestly I can’t shut my mouth about you though” there was a thin smile formed on his face. “And um, it seems like we can’t go back into your place, I’m taking you to Jongdae’s. Is that ok with you” he bit his bottom lip nervously. Her mind was still processing the information she heard earlier, the whole country knew that Baekhyun is going out with someone. She was nervous and scared into her core. “Don’t worry baby, I am here with you, I won’t let you go again” his hand intertwined with hers, she felt at ease. 

“So I have to tell you something, I don’t uh want you to pass out when I open the door. All of my members are inside” they were standing right before the door, Baekhyun’s words left her panic “No no, it’s okay, well maybe not all since Minseok hyung already enlisted and Lay hyung still in China. I don’t know either how they manage to squeeze their schedules only to see you in person” Baekhyun rolled his eyes slightly. “They want to meet me?” she pointed herself in confusion. “It’s weird, right? I know” Baekhyun pressed a boyish smile before entering the code of Jongdae’s apartment. The door swung open only to display 6 men sitting on the beige couch, all of their eyes were on her which made her even more nervous. “So uh, hi everyone? This is (Y/N)” Baekhyun was very aware of what the members can do to embarrass him. Chanyeol approached them first, he shook her hand in a very exciting manner, “Oh Baekhyun, it’s not like we don’t know her. Not once a day went without you talking about her” he gave her a wide smile showing his teeth. The night went by with everyone telling her stories that Baekhyun told about her, Baekhyun felt so embarrassed that he might jump out of the window. “I feel happy that he has found you, you should see him when he broke up with you, he cried non-stop and looked really ugly” Kyungsoo shooked his head and everyone agreed with him. 

“Jongdae, though you don’t mind staying at my place tonight?” Junmyeon nudged Jongdae and he got the sign. “Yes, of course, you both can have my home and my blessings! Bye!” with that all of them were out of the apartment without she or Baekhyun was able to give any response. “So uh” she could feel that Baekhyun was nervous to dead. “Hm?” “You can change first, uh you can use my clothes and have a shower?” he wasn’t looking directly at her and pointing at the guest bathroom. Baekhyun was already seated on his bed, looking clean after he took a shower at Jongdae’s bathroom. She appeared from the bathroom with his shirt and too big sweatpants, which took his breathe away, the look that he has been dying to see for years, the idea of moving together. “If you want to sleep alone, I’ll use the sofa then” Baekhyun was about to stand up when she took his hand. “No, stay, stay here with me” she bit her bottom lip nervously. It has been forever since she’s in the same bed as him. She walked to the other side of the bed, Baekhyun was watching her closely. “Do you mind if I take these sweatpants off? I have tripped over it for 10 times” she was asking sincerely without any intention but Baekhyun might not have the same intention with her. He gave her a nod and she pulled down the pants which left her with his shirt hanging shortly but still covering her ass. She sat next to him, she could feel his stare all the time, she turned her head to face him. “What?” she asked. “I don’t know what are you doing but I really want to kiss you now” he gulped. “Then do it” she whispered as the tension started to build up between them. He pressed his lips into hers, the same lips that he used to kiss like it was perfectly made for him only. The kiss started to get deeper and deeper as his hands were traveling into her waist carrying her to sit on his lap. Without breaking the kiss, his hand moved her shirt up little by little grabbing her ass which earned a moan from her. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you in that dress, I wasn’t lying when I said that you are so fucking hot baby” he whispered into her ear, leaving hot and uneven breathe along her ear and neck before sucking it. The rest of the night went wild, the screaming could be heard all around the apartment, all of the I love yous and skin slamming sound. 

“Good morning, princess” he kissed her forehead softly earning a hum from her. “It may be so sudden but” he cleared his throat and lift her face from his neck “Will you marry me?” she was shocked to hear a proposal so early in the morning with naked bodies pressed into each other. “Well not now, I don’t have the ring yet, but I have my promise to you” he brushed the hair that was falling down from her face and she gave him a nod with a tear falling down into her cheek “I don’t want to spend my life in misery for letting the love of my life gone again, I might not be the greatest man in the world, but I always want to make you happy

forever and ever”

A/N: THIS IS THE END OF YOUNG SERIES:) i’m so happy and looking forward for more! 

[rileyrooin]

R&L Live: Detroit

This jumps around and I discussed the show a bit more than in other recaps because there are moments from it that I want to remember. I recognize that I am incredibly fortunate to be able to attend shows and afford VIP tickets. If you aren't interested in reading, or if you want to send me nasty messages about this, I encourage you to just scroll on by instead. As always, please do not repost my pictures without permission.

I attended this show with Mr. Rooin, and two of my friends, R (my BFF) and B. R and B (heh) are both GMM fans. It would be the first time either of them has seen the guys live.

The Show

Britton opened the show. The crowd in Detroit loved him and he really fed off its energy. During the merch song, he started giggling mid-song because we were all laughing about the lyrics; his giggles made the crowd laugh more and he had to stop playing for a minute to compose himself. It was very cute. I cannot wait for him to put out an album. There are several of his songs that have been stuck in my head since the show.

After a brief intermission, Rhett and Link came out on stage. I expected to have a good view since our seats were in the front row, but I guess I didn’t really think about just how close they would both be to me (but especially Rhett). But, suddenly, there he was right in front of me.

As they settled in to begin the show, Rhett scanned the crowd, taking it all in. His eyes briefly met mine when he did so, but he continued to scan and then, unexpectedly, his attention came back to my face. My poor heart just about leaped out of my chest when he shot a small smile at me. I thought I must be imagining it, but once he broke eye contact, R elbowed me and whispered, “Did Rhett just recognize you?” I shrugged and tried to concentrate on their opening banter about the meaning of the name Detroit.

I'm going to share some highlights because no one needs a play-by-play of every moment of the concert:

Tokyo came early that night. Of course, even after Rhett told the crowd that he would do it one time only, there were people who thought they would be cute and continue to shout it and other garbled nonsense (including someone pretending to be CCR). This led to sassy, sarcastic Link making fun of people shouting stuff. Rhett got a bit grumpy at one point and gave the crowd a stern dad expression. I didn't capture either of these moments on camera, but they were hilariously in character.

The setlist was basically the same as the Columbus show, but with fewer songs. We didn't get “Water Dispensing Tab” or any of the other songs they've been subbing in for it in other shows. I feel like something else was removed, but I'm not sure what. I love all of their new songs. I wish they'd release them so people who can't attend the shows could hear them, as well.

At the venue, on either side of the stage, stand two huge knights set into niches in the wall. One of the running themes of that night's banter was Rhett wanting the knights to come to life. He had an elaborate ritual he wanted the room to perform to bring the knights to life that included hissing like a cat, other strange noises, and some voguing. When that didn't work, they moved on, but came back to the topic several times throughout the show. My favorite one was before “Middle School Girlfriend.” Rhett suggested that perhaps if Link played all three of his recorders at once, the knights would come to life. Much like the escaping a simulation handholding from Ear Biscuits, Link was game to give it a try. So, Rhett offered to hold his third recorder for him. The moment was funny, but I was focused on the extreme softness in Rhett’s eyes as he helped Link. The photos don’t begin to do it justice.

After the recorders failed to bring the knights to life, Link tried to steer the conversation back to “Middle School Girlfriend” banter by saying, “This is not unlike what my first kiss looked like.” Rhett was seemingly disinterested in returning to his stool/mic, so he leaned forward to speak into Link’s. Link pushed him away and said, “Get… Get your face outta my mic!”

Throughout the entire show, I kept having to tell myself to stop staring at him. My attempts at having some level of chill were continuously destroyed by Mr. I'm Going to Make Eye Contact Unexpectedly throughout the concert. It sounds foolish, but even though I was in a venue with so many other people, there were moments where watching him play the piano and guitar from that close felt incredibly intimate. But, maybe that's just my crush talking.

The rap section of the show was highly entertaining yet again. Their enthusiasm and excitement during it is so much fun to watch.

During “It's My Belly Button,” he was so close: that cute belly on display right in front of me as he dad danced his heart out.

During one chorus, when he got to the “something I want to show to you" line, he pointed at me. R grabbed my arm and hissed, “Dude, he fucking loves you.” (n.b. This all sounds like wishful thinking from a ridiculous fangirl, but I swear it's true. I harbor no delusions that there was some secret message in his actions. I know it meant nothing; he was simply playing up the moment for a reaction. That doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the attention, though.)

Meet and Greet

After the show, we were quickly ushered into a long line that wrapped down the side and around the back of the theater. I used the opportunity to run to the bathroom to freshen up the best I could. My group and I hung out in the line while I proceeded to try to calm my anxiety about talking to them again. One of the things that helped me with this was the soothing sound of Rhett's laughter echoing in the large space. Another thing that helped was watching how amazing they are with all of the fans they meet. From kneeling down to meet children to really focusing their attention on each person they chatted with, it's clear that every interaction is important to them. I know I've said it before, but we love some seriously great guys, y'all.

Prior to the show, I’d talked to Mr. Rooin about how I really wanted to have a nice picture of me hugging Rhett. Ever the patient and understanding one, he offered to hang back while R and I talked to the guys so he could attempt to get that picture on his phone (since Gary would have mine). (Spoiler: he got the picture and it might be my current phone lock screen.)

The line moved quickly (the meet and greet time goes by so fast), so it wasn’t long until it was our turn. R went ahead of me and introduced herself to Link, shaking his hand as she did so. As R moved on to shake Rhett's hand, Link's attention shifted to me over her shoulder. I smiled at him, once again blown away by how blue and intense his eyes are in person. I opened my mouth to introduce myself, but before I could, he welcomed me into a hug and said, “Good to see you again.” He patted my back like the last time, but held the hug for a couple seconds. “How've you been?”

“Good. Better now, though,” I answered as we broke apart. He grinned at me and I felt my heart melt a little bit. And then I turned to my left and into the open arms of the bearded one. He patted my back twice and I squeezed him tightly. He held the hug for a moment, holding me against him, and I probably clung onto the hug for a few seconds longer than I should have. I couldn’t help it; his hugs feel so damn good.

As I stepped back, I realized Link was talking to me again. “It's been awhile.”

“Well, only since April.” In my mind, I was thinking: Why am I getting sassy with Link?

Rhett said something in reply that made my whole face flush and caused my brain to shut down. I looked to Link for rescue. He simply laughed at my reaction, so I laughed with him while my mind was chanting wtf wtf wtf.

Then, Rhett said, “Okay, step up here for the picture. Where do you two want to be?” R, who is the extrovert between us, had fallen totally speechless in their presence. She's a Link girl, so even though logistically she should have been on Rhett's side based on where she was standing when he asked the question, I slid between them so she would be next to Link. (And, yes, so I could be next to Rhett.) As I put my arm around Rhett's waist, I glanced up at him and he was smirking away. I'm sure my crush is terribly obvious to him, but… meh, what are you gonna do? Gary took the picture while I tried to take in the moment and how it felt to have his body pressed so close to mine with his hand on my shoulder. After that R did a solo picture with the guys. She finally found her voice to ask for hugs before she left and they obliged.

I did an individual photo with them and then, my meet and greet time was nearly done. I handed Rhett the letter I'd written them and stammered out an explanation about how I hoped they would read it later. He smiled kindly and then passed it back to me to give to Jenna. I hung around watching while B and Mr. Rooin met them. Finally, we got our posters/bags from Jenna, Lily, and Lincoln. I talked to Britton for a minute before we made our way out and took a picture with him this time. I almost made it out of the theater before I teared up. Almost.

I feel very fortunate and grateful that their shows have been in locations close to me. Years ago, when I discovered these two and became a fan, I never expected that I would have the opportunity to meet them once, let alone three times. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I would be someone they would recognize on sight. I heard them say similar things to other fans who they'd met before. It's comforting to know that even though there are millions of fans out there, they see us.

[bby-calum]

Eight Years - S.M

synopsis: Shawn and y/n have worked together since they were both nineteen. When y/n leaves to pursue other ventures after eight years, Shawn is lost without her and finally realises his true feelings.

word count: 1,863

masterlist: linked in bio!

a/n: repost again im so sorry i just figured out why it wasnt appearing in tags

It had been an incredible eight years working with Shawn and the rest of the team. You’d gotten the gig after a friend of a friend had introduced the two of you when you were both nineteen. Photography had been your passion since you were eleven years old, and it had been your dream to travel the world, photographing it as you went. Working with Shawn, photographing his album shoots, his shows, his downtime, it was a dream come true.

Along with the rest of his crew, the two of you had shared some amazing memories together, as well as some not so amazing moments. Like the time you had stayed up all night, watching the sunset and then it rise again the next morning in Hawaii while writing his fourth album, which was followed the week after by you accidentally wiping all of the shots you had gotten from the trip from your SD card.

“I’m so so so so sorry, Shawn.” You told him for the millionth time, almost in tears. You knew how important it was to him to have all of the photographs from the album writing process, they were precious to him. “I’m such an idiot!”

“Hey, woah, y/n,” he said, trying to calm you down. He touched your arm, his touch electric. “It’s okay, it’s not your fault. It was an accident. Plus they’re not all lost, we still have some photos on our phones and stuff. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I know how important they are to you though Shawn,” you told him, highly aware of his hand still touching your arm. He shrugged.

“y/n, there’s nothing we can do. They’re gone, it’s okay. It’s not the end of the world.”

That was almost six years ago, and there had been countless times Shawn had managed to calm you down like he did that night. Just as you had spent many nights in hotels comforting him when he was nervous about a project or anxious for a performance.

There had always been an undeniable chemistry between the two of you, you got on so well. He was one of your closest friends. When you first started working for him, tabloids confused you for his latest girlfriend, a rumour which Shawn quickly shut down. There had been a night in Amsterdam about a year after you had been part of the crew, you’d been out getting high all night with everyone on one of your down days when Shawn didn’t have any commitments, when the two of you had almost kissed.

Shawn slammed the door loudly behind him after he followed you into your hotel room. The two of you couldn’t stop giggling, everything was suddenly hilarious. The room was dark, and you turned one of the bedside lights on, illuminating his face.

“Your eyes are so red,” he laughed.

“So are yours.”

There was a silence that you so distinctly remember. Your heart was pounding, and you were so sure Shawn would be able to hear it. He sat next to you on the bed, your thighs touching. His hand reached out for yours next to him, and your breath quickened. He lay back on the bed, pulling you down with him and the two of you stared at one another for a while. Shawn took in the beautiful details of your face. He noticed the freckle on the tip of your nose, the way your unruly eyebrows never stayed perfectly combed, the curve of your lips. He leaned in, and you knew he was about to kiss you.

“We can’t,” you whispered, pushing him away and sitting up on the bed. “We can’t.” Shawn sighed, standing up from the bed, grabbing his jacket he had dropped on the floor.

“I should go,” he said awkwardly. He hesitated at the door, calling back to you. “y/n?”

“mhm,” you responded.

“I’m sorry.” He left the room quickly before you could respond. The next morning you’d woken to a text that simply read ‘friends?’ and the two of you had made a pact to stay friendly colleagues from then on.

Eight years later, you and Shawn had both had numerous relationships with other people, nothing that was ever too serious. You were still the best of friends, and you still comforted one another through difficult times. You had produced some incredible work together, teaching him his way around the camera, as he taught you how to play the guitar. You shared your fears with one another, cried together, and gave one another relationship advice. He trusted you with his life, as you did with him.

“Hey guys, listen up. I have an announcement!” You addressed Shawn and the crew backstage after the last date of his latest world tour. Everyone hushed and looked at you, ready for your announcement. “Well,” you said, figuring out what you wanted to say. “This tour has honestly been one of the best experiences of my life, with you guys, Shawn, everyone. And we’ve had some pretty amazing experiences together!” Everyone laughed. “But, uhm, I don’t really know how to say this. Uhm, I’m leaving.”

You heard numerous gasps around the room.

“What?”

“You’re leaving?”

“Why?”

Shawn hadn’t said anything, but he caught your gaze, and the look on his face could have broken your heart.

You cleared your throat. “I’ve been offered to work with Beyoncé. Apparently she personally asked for me to be her new photographer.”

“Oh my god,” someone said.

“And I said yes!” you exclaimed, emotion present in your voice.

“Congratulations!” You were soon surrounded by everyone wanting to hug you, congratulate you, tell you how great of an opportunity this was. Everybody knew how much you admired her, this was an absolute dream job.

After all the commotion had died down and Andrew had found a bottle of champagne that everyone had celebrated with, the crew made their way to the after party, a tradition to celebrate the end of tour.

“Hey,” Shawn said quietly as the two of you were walking down the venue’s corridor. “Congratulations,” he smiled. “This is, it’s, it’s really amazing. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks Shawn,” you smiled up at him. “I hope you don’t take it too personally, you know I love working for you.”

“With me,” he corrected, he hated it whenever anyone said they worked for him, they all worked together, it was a collective effort. You nodded. “But yeah, I’m bummed to be losing you, but it’s Beyoncé. That’s insane.” He beamed, his teeth showing in his smile. “I’m really really proud of you.”

“Don’t you’re gonna make me cry,” you laughed, pushing his arm playfully. You hadn’t realised how sad it would actually be to leave this amazing group you’d worked with for the last eight years. Shawn wrapped his arm around your shoulders, squeezing you gently to comfort you.

“I’ll miss you,” he said as the two of you walked on.

~

Three months after leaving Shawn’s crew and starting your new job, you were back in Toronto for a week off. You messaged your group chat you had with Shawn and the other members of his crew you were closest with, letting them know you were back in the city to see if they wanted to meet up. At such short notice, they were all understandably busy tonight, but you agreed to meet up with everyone later that week.

An hour later, you’d settled into your pyjamas as the sun faded from the sky, the overcast weather beating rain against your window. You were watching a documentary on Netflix, stuffing your mouth with popcorn as you snuggled under a blanket when you heard someone knocking on the door of your apartment.

“I thought you were busy!” you smiled, opening the door to reveal Shawn stood in the hallway. His hair was wet from the rain, a few loose strands stuck to the wet skin of his forehead. He had his raincoat on, unzipped, and the wet material of his t-shirt clung to his stomach.

“I cancelled my plans,” he said, stepping into your apartment.

“With who?” you quizzed.

Shawn shrugged. “No one important,” he said. “It was just a date.”

“A date?” you were surprised. “I didn’t know you were dating anyone.”


“I’m not,” he said as you followed him into your living room. He hung his jacket on the back of one of your dining chairs to dry, rubbing his hair with his hand to get rid of some of the rainwater from his curls. “It was just a blind date. I phoned her and cancelled when you messaged.”

“Rude,” you said in a serious tone. Shawn looked at you, and the two of you burst into laughter when you caught one another’s gaze. “I missed you,” you said when the laughter died down.

Shawn sat next to you on your sofa, a place the two of you had sat together millions of times when you would hang out. This time, somehow, it felt different.

“I missed you too,” he said. His body was close to yours, he could feel your warmth on his skin. “Look, y/n, we don’t work together anymore.”

“Yes…” you said, unsure of where he was going with this.

“So that means I can do this,” Shawn cupped your cheek with his cold hand, his touch making you shiver. He placed his soft lips on yours. You deepened the kiss as he pulled you onto his lap.

It was as though you had kissed him ten billion times before, it was as though you knew exactly what he liked, how much pressure he liked, he knew how much pressure you liked, he knew biting your lip made you moan, and you knew pulling gently on his hair made him revel in pleasure. The two of you moved perfectly in sync. The kiss was perfect, he was perfect, everything was perfect.

You pulled away, breathless, and stared at him deeply as you rest your forehead against his. He gulped as he tried to catch his breath, his hands placed delicately on your waist, teasing you by playing with the waistband of your pyjama pants.

“That was-” you started before he cut you off.

“Late.”

“Late,” you agreed. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, smiling at one another.

Shawn pecked your lips before saying “You know I’m in love with you right?”

You did not know that, your silence told him that.

“Well I am. I’m so in love with you y/n y/l/n. I have been for almost eight years.”

“Shawn,” you said coyly. “Jesus, Shawn. It’s always been you hasn’t it? This is why I can’t ever date anyone else. How am I only just realising this?” You hadn’t realised how much Shawn truly meant to you until just now. Yes, he was your best friend, yes, you two had always had chemistry and had always flirted harmlessly, and yes, you had always had a tiny crush on him, but it was only now that you realised your true feelings. “I love you, Shawn. I think I always have.“

[darrenhayesoneandonly]

My experience meeting the one and only Darren Hayes

What a wild ride was the last weekend for me, but now in my home I can recap and share with you all my experience and photos meeting the one and the most beautiful: Darren Hayes. What an experience oh my God! Without knowing him more than through the social media and the times I have been able to talk to him (once on the phone and several on Twitter and Fb) I felt like I was seeing an old friend again, zero insecurity or shyness, well that’s my personality ;)

He is  the most handsome in person, the most attentive, before our hug he kissed my hand, thanked me very much for attended and throughout the night that we spoke several times, he told me 3 times that I looked very beautiful (OMG :O :O)

In the next picture you can see the big smile we both have and it is because at that moment of turning to pose, we both said in perfect sync 'OMG!' which we found it very funny XD. I gave him a gift and a letter from my son, at that moment he saw it and he loved it.

Because we took a little bit longer in our greeting, a professional photographer of the place took us 2 pictures together too, I think I was to the only fan with whom they took a picture like that :D I'm going to look for them to have them. 

Another incredible part of this trip were the fans I met, I add a picture (that I borrowed) with all of them, moments after it was taken, I called Darren who was very close to me, to be added to the photo with all the fans <3 I will also look for that photo because it was taken by another photographer from the place <3

Before going to dinner I asked a photo to his husband Richard Cullen, a great guy and very nice with his beautiful British accent, when I asked him to take the picture with me he says to me genuinely flattered 'oh my God they never ask me for pictures, what an honor' XD I introduced myself to him and told him I was coming from Mexico City, he answered me 'oh I visited Mexico but Chihuahua and Real de 14, but I did not go to Mexico City, I would like to go' <3

The dinner was spectacular, as well as the champagne, and the great awards ceremony which recognize different doctors for their contribution to the Ava's Heart organization that provides assistance and help to patients who received an organ transplant. A very elegant and glamorous event, I also add photos <3

It was time to hear Darren Hayes sing, what an epic moment! he still has his beautiful voice as always, I would say better than in his days with Savage Garden. He sang first "I Knew I Loved You" in a brilliant acoustic version, and he sang too "Ray Of Light" doing an incredible cover of the Madonna’s song 💜💜 I recorded it all of course, you can see my videos touching the song names ;)

At the end of his presentation I had another excuse to get closer to him because I took with me 2 CDs with the intention that he could sign them, when I approached to him, he says to me like old friends, 'oh my God, I was so nervous' - I said - 'but if you were amazing', - he replies - 'thank you but I am very nervous' (Oh god how sweet) then I asked him 'it would be possible if you sign my CD's?', he says 'of course' and asked me how to write my name correctly. He signed the 2 of them, the compilation of Savage Garden ‘The Singles’  and his last solo album which is my favorite 'Secret Codes and Battleships'. While he signed my CDs he said - I'm finishing my musical and hope to release it very soon, I'm so excited' I answered him - of course I'll be there on Broadway when you release it' - ‘thank you so much’ - he replies. After me, several fans came to ask for an autograph and he signed them in the programs of the event.

We the fans sorrounded him again and it was another opportunity to continue talking with him. I asked him if he could send a message to Mexico and Latin America and he did it with great pleasure, the video is beautiful, l also share it here. He handed me my last CD that he still had, and after a while of being with him with all the fans, I said goodbye to him with another hug and a kiss, he thanked me again for my attendance and the effort of having gone, he said 'I know it was not cheap but I'm so happy to meet you' I answered that I was so happy to meet him too and he finally said, 'well, we’ll keep in touch on social media right?’, 'of course’ was my answer :D:D

The place was getting empty, Darren was still there and there were only very few people, of all the fans, 5 girls we had a great chemistry and friendship and we continue adoring Darren and exchanging impressions in a bar near which we went to have a drink more ;)

That night in my hotel I checked all my photos and videos and obviously I almost could not sleep, I'm still in the clouds and I'll stay that way for days or weeks more. The dreams do come true and I have proven it many times in my life so, it is worth to keep dreaming but you have to put a date and a time to make it happen <3<3

Yesterday Darren retweet and replied my message saying “Loved meeting you too, Maru. xxx” <3 I have no doubt that I’m a damn lucky lady and I’m very spoiled by him ;P

[bby-calum]

Eight Years - S.M

synopsis: Shawn and y/n have worked together since they were both nineteen. When y/n leaves to pursue other ventures after eight years, Shawn is lost without her and finally realises his true feelings.

word count: 1,863

masterlist: (x)

a/n: repost

It had been an incredible eight years working with Shawn and the rest of the team. You’d gotten the gig after a friend of a friend had introduced the two of you when you were both nineteen. Photography had been your passion since you were eleven years old, and it had been your dream to travel the world, photographing it as you went. Working with Shawn, photographing his album shoots, his shows, his downtime, it was a dream come true. 

Along with the rest of his crew, the two of you had shared some amazing memories together, as well as some not so amazing moments. Like the time you had stayed up all night, watching the sunset and then it rise again the next morning in Hawaii while writing his fourth album, which was followed the week after by you accidentally wiping all of the shots you had gotten from the trip from your SD card. 

“I’m so so so so sorry, Shawn.” You told him for the millionth time, almost in tears. You knew how important it was to him to have all of the photographs from the album writing process, they were precious to him. “I’m such an idiot!”

“Hey, woah, y/n,” he said, trying to calm you down. He touched your arm, his touch electric. “It’s okay, it’s not your fault. It was an accident. Plus they’re not all lost, we still have some photos on our phones and stuff. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I know how important they are to you though Shawn,” you told him, highly aware of his hand still touching your arm. He shrugged.

“y/n, there’s nothing we can do. They’re gone, it’s okay. It’s not the end of the world.”

That was almost six years ago, and there had been countless times Shawn had managed to calm you down like he did that night. Just as you had spent many nights in hotels comforting him when he was nervous about a project or anxious for a performance. 

There had always been an undeniable chemistry between the two of you, you got on so well. He was one of your closest friends. When you first started working for him, tabloids confused you for his latest girlfriend, a rumour which Shawn quickly shut down. There had been a night in Amsterdam about a year after you had been part of the crew, you’d been out getting high all night with everyone on one of your down days when Shawn didn’t have any commitments, when the two of you had almost kissed. 

Shawn slammed the door loudly behind him after he followed you into your hotel room. The two of you couldn’t stop giggling, everything was suddenly hilarious. The room was dark, and you turned one of the bedside lights on, illuminating his face.

“Your eyes are so red,” he laughed.

“So are yours.”

There was a silence that you so distinctly remember. Your heart was pounding, and you were so sure Shawn would be able to hear it. He sat next to you on the bed, your thighs touching. His hand reached out for yours next to him, and your breath quickened. He lay back on the bed, pulling you down with him and the two of you stared at one another for a while. Shawn took in the beautiful details of your face. He noticed the freckle on the tip of your nose, the way your unruly eyebrows never stayed perfectly combed, the curve of your lips. He leaned in, and you knew he was about to kiss you.

“We can’t,” you whispered, pushing him away and sitting up on the bed. “We can’t.” Shawn sighed, standing up from the bed, grabbing his jacket he had dropped on the floor. 

“I should go,” he said awkwardly. He hesitated at the door, calling back to you. “y/n?”

“mhm,” you responded. 

“I’m sorry.” He left the room quickly before you could respond. The next morning you’d woken to a text that simply read ‘friends?’ and the two of you had made a pact to stay friendly colleagues from then on.

Eight years later, you and Shawn had both had numerous relationships with other people, nothing that was ever too serious. You were still the best of friends, and you still comforted one another through difficult times. You had produced some incredible work together, teaching him his way around the camera, as he taught you how to play the guitar. You shared your fears with one another, cried together, and gave one another relationship advice. He trusted you with his life, as you did with him. 

“Hey guys, listen up. I have an announcement!” You addressed Shawn and the crew backstage after the last date of his latest world tour. Everyone hushed and looked at you, ready for your announcement. “Well,” you said, figuring out what you wanted to say. “This tour has honestly been one of the best experiences of my life, with you guys, Shawn, everyone. And we’ve had some pretty amazing experiences together!” Everyone laughed. “But, uhm, I don’t really know how to say this. Uhm, I’m leaving.” 

You heard numerous gasps around the room.

“What?”

“You’re leaving?”

“Why?”

Shawn hadn’t said anything, but he caught your gaze, and the look on his face could have broken your heart.

You cleared your throat. “I’ve been offered to work with Beyoncé. Apparently she personally asked for me to be her new photographer.”

“Oh my god,” someone said.

“And I said yes!” you exclaimed, emotion present in your voice.

“Congratulations!” You were soon surrounded by everyone wanting to hug you, congratulate you, tell you how great of an opportunity this was. Everybody knew how much you admired her, this was an absolute dream job.

After all the commotion had died down and Andrew had found a bottle of champagne that everyone had celebrated with, the crew made their way to the after party, a tradition to celebrate the end of tour.

“Hey,” Shawn said quietly as the two of you were walking down the venue’s corridor. “Congratulations,” he smiled. “This is, it’s, it’s really amazing. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks Shawn,” you smiled up at him. “I hope you don’t take it too personally, you know I love working for you.”

“With me,” he corrected, he hated it whenever anyone said they worked for him, they all worked together, it was a collective effort. You nodded. “But yeah, I’m bummed to be losing you, but it’s Beyoncé. That’s insane.” He beamed, his teeth showing in his smile. “I’m really really proud of you.”

“Don’t you’re gonna make me cry,” you laughed, pushing his arm playfully. You hadn’t realised how sad it would actually be to leave this amazing group you’d worked with for the last eight years. Shawn wrapped his arm around your shoulders, squeezing you gently to comfort you. 

“I��ll miss you,” he said as the two of you walked on.

 ~

Three months after leaving Shawn’s crew and starting your new job, you were back in Toronto for a week off. You messaged your group chat you had with Shawn and the other members of his crew you were closest with, letting them know you were back in the city to see if they wanted to meet up. At such short notice, they were all understandably busy tonight, but you agreed to meet up with everyone later that week. 

An hour later, you’d settled into your pyjamas as the sun faded from the sky, the overcast weather beating rain against your window. You were watching a documentary on Netflix, stuffing your mouth with popcorn as you snuggled under a blanket when you heard someone knocking on the door of your apartment. 

“I thought you were busy!” you smiled, opening the door to reveal Shawn stood in the hallway. His hair was wet from the rain, a few loose strands stuck to the wet skin of his forehead. He had his raincoat on, unzipped, and the wet material of his t-shirt clung to his stomach.

“I cancelled my plans,” he said, stepping into your apartment. 

“With who?” you quizzed.

Shawn shrugged. “No one important,” he said. “It was just a date.”

“A date?” you were surprised. “I didn’t know you were dating anyone.”


“I’m not,” he said as you followed him into your living room. He hung his jacket on the back of one of your dining chairs to dry, rubbing his hair with his hand to get rid of some of the rainwater from his curls. “It was just a blind date. I phoned her and cancelled when you messaged.”

“Rude,” you said in a serious tone. Shawn looked at you, and the two of you burst into laughter when you caught one another’s gaze. “I missed you,” you said when the laughter died down. 

Shawn sat next to you on your sofa, a place the two of you had sat together millions of times when you would hang out. This time, somehow, it felt different.

“I missed you too,” he said. His body was close to yours, he could feel your warmth on his skin. “Look, y/n, we don’t work together anymore.”

“Yes…” you said, unsure of where he was going with this.

“So that means I can do this,” Shawn cupped your cheek with his cold hand, his touch making you shiver. He placed his soft lips on yours. You deepened the kiss as he pulled you onto his lap.

It was as though you had kissed him ten billion times before, it was as though you knew exactly what he liked, how much pressure he liked, he knew how much pressure you liked, he knew biting your lip made you moan, and you knew pulling gently on his hair made him revel in pleasure. The two of you moved perfectly in sync. The kiss was perfect, he was perfect, everything was perfect.

You pulled away, breathless, and stared at him deeply as you rest your forehead against his. He gulped as he tried to catch his breath, his hands placed delicately on your waist, teasing you by playing with the waistband of your pyjama pants. 

“That was-” you started before he cut you off.

“Late.” 

“Late,” you agreed. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, smiling at one another. 

Shawn pecked your lips before saying “You know I’m in love with you right?”

You did not know that, your silence told him that.

“Well I am. I’m so in love with you y/n y/l/n. I have been for almost eight years.”

“Shawn,” you said coyly. “Jesus, Shawn. It’s always been you hasn’t it? This is why I can’t ever date anyone else. How am I only just realising this?” You hadn’t realised how much Shawn truly meant to you until just now. Yes, he was your best friend, yes, you two had always had chemistry and had always flirted harmlessly, and yes, you had always had a tiny crush on him, but it was only now that you realised your true feelings. “I love you, Shawn. I think I always have.“

[bby-calum]

Eight Years - S.M

synopsis: Shawn and y/n have worked together since they were both nineteen. When y/n leaves to pursue other ventures after eight years, Shawn is lost without her and finally realises his true feelings.

word count: 1,869

masterlist: (x)

It had been an incredible eight years working with Shawn and the rest of the team. You’d gotten the gig after a friend of a friend had introduced the two of you when you were both nineteen. Photography had been your passion since you were eleven years old, and it had been your dream to travel the world, photographing it as you went. Working with Shawn, photographing his album shoots, his shows, his downtime, it was a dream come true. 

Along with the rest of his crew, the two of you had shared some amazing memories together, as well as some not so amazing moments. Like the time you had stayed up all night, watching the sunset and then it rise again the next morning in Hawaii while writing his fourth album, which was followed the week after by you accidentally wiping all of the shots you had gotten from the trip from your SD card. 

“I’m so so so so sorry, Shawn.” You told him for the millionth time, almost in tears. You knew how important it was to him to have all of the photographs from the album writing process, they were precious to him. “I’m such a fuck up!”

“Hey, woah, y/n,” he said, trying to calm you down. He touched your arm, his touch electric. “It’s okay, it’s not your fault. It was an accident. Plus they’re not all lost, we still have some photos on our phones and stuff. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I know how important they are to you though Shawn,” you told him, highly aware of his hand still touching your arm. He shrugged.

“y/n, there’s nothing we can do. They’re gone, it’s okay. It’s not the end of the world.”

That was almost six years ago, and there had been countless times Shawn had managed to calm you down like he did that night. Just as you had spent many nights in hotels comforting him when he was nervous about a project or anxious for a performance. 

There had always been an undeniable chemistry between the two of you, you got on so well. He was one of your closest friends. When you first started working for him, tabloids confused you for his latest girlfriend, a rumour which Shawn quickly shut down. There had been a night in Amsterdam about a year after you had been part of the crew, you’d been out getting high all night with everyone on one of your down days when Shawn didn’t have any commitments, when the two of you had almost kissed. 

Shawn slammed the door loudly behind him after he followed you into your hotel room. The two of you couldn’t stop giggling, everything was suddenly hilarious. The room was dark, and you turned one of the bedside lights on, illuminating his face.

“Your eyes are so red,” he laughed.

“So are yours.”

There was a silence that you so distinctly remember. Your heart was pounding, and you were so sure Shawn would be able to hear it. He sat next to you on the bed, your thighs touching. His hand reached out for yours next to him, and your breath quickened. He lay back on the bed, pulling you down with him and the two of you stared at one another for a while. Shawn took in the beautiful details of your face. He noticed the freckle on the tip of your nose, the way your unruly eyebrows never stayed perfectly combed, the curve of your lips. He leaned in, and you knew he was about to kiss you.

“We can’t,” you whispered, pushing him away and sitting up on the bed. “We can’t.” Shawn sighed, standing up from the bed, grabbing his jacket he had dropped on the floor. 

“I should go,” he said awkwardly. He hesitated at the door, calling back to you. “y/n?”

“mhm,” you responded. 

“I’m sorry.” He left the room quickly before you could respond. The next morning you’d woken to a text that simply read ‘friends?’ and the two of you had made a pact to stay friendly colleagues from then on.

Eight years later, you and Shawn had both had numerous relationships with other people, nothing that was ever too serious. You were still the best of friends, and you still comforted one another through difficult times. You had produced some incredible work together, teaching him his way around the camera, as he taught you how to play the guitar. You shared your fears with one another, cried together, and gave one another relationship advice. He trusted you with his life, as you did with him. 

“Hey guys, listen up. I have an announcement!” You addressed Shawn and the crew backstage after the last date of his latest world tour. Everyone hushed and looked at you, ready for your announcement. “Well,” you said, figuring out what you wanted to say. “This tour has honestly been one of the best experiences of my life, with you guys, Shawn, everyone. And we’ve had some pretty amazing experiences together!” Everyone laughed. “But, uhm, fuck, I don’t really know how to say this. Uhm, I’m leaving.” 

You heard numerous gasps around the room.

“What?”

“You’re leaving?”

“Why?”

Shawn hadn’t said anything, but he caught your gaze, and the look on his face could have broken your heart.

You cleared your throat. “I’ve been offered to work with Beyoncé. Apparently she personally asked for me to be her new photographer.”

“Oh my god,” someone said.

“And I said yes!” you exclaimed, emotion present in your voice.

“Congratulations!” You were soon surrounded by everyone wanting to hug you, congratulate you, tell you how great of an opportunity this was. Everybody knew how much you admired her, this was an absolute dream job.

After all the commotion had died down and Andrew had found a bottle of champagne that everyone had celebrated with, the crew made their way to the after party, a tradition to celebrate the end of tour.

“Hey,” Shawn said quietly as the two of you were walking down the venue’s corridor. “Congratulations,” he smiled. “This is, it’s, it’s really amazing. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks Shawn,” you smiled up at him. “I hope you don’t take it too personally, you know I love working for you.”

“With me,” he corrected, he hated it whenever anyone said they worked for him, they all worked together, it was a collective effort. You nodded. “But yeah, I’m bummed to be losing you, but it’s fucking Beyoncé. That’s insane.” He beamed, his teeth showing in his smile. “I’m really fucking proud of you.”

“Don’t you’re gonna make me cry,” you laughed, pushing his arm playfully. You hadn’t realised how sad it would actually be to leave this amazing group you’d worked with for the last eight years. Shawn wrapped his arm around your shoulders, squeezing you gently to comfort you. 

“I’ll miss you,” he said as the two of you walked on. 

~

Three months after leaving Shawn’s crew and starting your new job, you were back in Toronto for a week off. You messaged your group chat you had with Shawn and the other members of his crew you were closest with, letting them know you were back in the city to see if they wanted to meet up. At such short notice, they were all understandably busy tonight, but you agreed to meet up with everyone later that week. 

An hour later, you’d settled into your pyjamas as the sun faded from the sky, the overcast weather beating rain against your window. You were watching a documentary on Netflix, stuffing your mouth with popcorn as you snuggled under a blanket when you heard someone knocking on the door of your apartment. 

“I thought you were busy!” you smiled, opening the door to reveal Shawn stood in the hallway. His hair was wet from the rain, a few loose strands stuck to the wet skin of his forehead. He had his raincoat on, unzipped, and the wet material of his t-shirt clung to his stomach.

“I cancelled my plans,” he said, stepping into your apartment. 

“With who?” you quizzed.

Shawn shrugged. “No one important,” he said. “It was just a date.”

“A date?” you were surprised. “I didn’t know you were dating anyone.”


“I’m not,” he said as you followed him into your living room. He hung his jacket on the back of one of your dining chairs to dry, rubbing his hair with his hand to get rid of some of the rainwater from his curls. “It was just a blind date. I phoned her and cancelled when you messaged.”

“Dick move,” you said in a serious tone. Shawn looked at you, and the two of you burst into laughter when you caught one another’s gaze. “I missed you,” you said when the laughter died down. 

Shawn sat next to you on your sofa, a place the two of you had sat together millions of times when you would hang out. This time, somehow, it felt different.

“I missed you too,” he said. His body was close to yours, he could feel your warmth on his skin. “Look, y/n, we don’t work together anymore.”

“Yes…” you said, unsure of where he was going with this.

“So that means I can do this,” Shawn cupped your cheek with his cold hand, his touch making you shiver. He placed his soft lips on yours. You deepened the kiss as he pulled you onto his lap.

It was as though you had kissed him ten billion times before, it was as though you knew exactly what he liked, how much pressure he liked, he knew how much pressure you liked, he knew biting your lip made you moan, and you knew pulling gently on his hair made him revel in pleasure. The two of you moved perfectly in sync. The kiss was perfect, he was perfect, everything was perfect.

You pulled away, breathless, and stared at him deeply as you rest your forehead against his. He gulped as he tried to catch his breath, his hands placed delicately on your waist, teasing you by playing with the waistband of your pyjama pants. 

“That was-” you started before he cut you off.

“Late.” 

“Late,” you agreed. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, smiling at one another. 

Shawn pecked your lips before saying “You know I’m in love with you right?”

You did not know that, your silence told him that.

“Well I am. I’m so fucking in love with you y/n y/l/n. I have been for almost eight years.”

“Shawn,” you said coyly. “Jesus, Shawn. It’s always been you hasn’t it? This is why I can’t ever date anyone else. How am I only just realising this?” You hadn’t realised how much Shawn truly meant to you until just now. Yes, he was your best friend, yes, you two had always had chemistry and had always flirted harmlessly, and yes, you had always had a tiny crush on him, but it was only now that you realised your true feelings. “I love you, Shawn. I think I always have."