#matter of fact how long they been in dubai anyways? is dubai even ‘home’ enough yet for them?

[blueiight]

Loumand pet peeve is they are both wearing shoes in the penthouse. Like you're black and brown cultured folks, why are you wearing shoes in the house?!?!?!?!?

Can't believe production is making this error and preventing us from seeing toes.

lolll real asf to me idt a big error sm as it is theyre old as fuck, the penthouse could be but a temporary spot& not a place they may allow themselves to think of as home [rmbr armand telling daniel “dubai is but a child”, referring also to how young this tourist citystate is .. much like another city we spend a lot of time in s1 ;^)] ,, they could also b trolling daniel & daniel is like thinking to himself why would a black vampire wear shoes in his home, thats not on black twitter or w/e his journy sources is for the blacks™️ & that motivates louis to be a bit extra rude to dan that day.. tbf we do see louis take his shoes off when he in the white light artificial tree claudia memorial room cuz i remember them toes digging in the fake sand in the szn1 finale

[evans-heaven]

You’re Here~s.m.

Long ass, unedited fluff. Sorry if it seems rushed. Also not my best work but something is better than nothing lmao  😘

Hope you lovelies enjoy :)

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My parents didn’t want us together.

We wanted to be together. But it was our word against theirs. Sure, it was our relationship, but with parents like mine, having something be yours meant it was theirs too. It meant decisions had to be made about that something by them too. It meant if what they wanted was ultimately more realistic, plausible, sensible etc. that their choice was end game.

It meant my word didn’t matter. They didn’t want us together.

We met two years ago. I was about to start college. He was world famous singer, on his fourth world tour, at the time on the NA leg. I never thought we’d come across each other in the way we did. Hell, I never thought we’d come across each other period.

For the most part, I knew of him. For the lesser, I wasn’t a big fan of those pop boys anyway, so I didn’t care for the fact that he had walked up to me in a crowded cafe in St. Louis, where I was from, and asked if the seat across from me was taken. I said no, he sat, and there we were, in silence, until a server came to take his order.

I only began to pay care when he ordered the exact same thing I did- Caffe Americano with coconut milk, and a blueberry muffin cut in half, buttered just the right amount.

“What’d you just say?” I had asked, leaning forward, not believing the odds for even a second. Everyone I knew hated coffee with coconut milk and thought butter on muffins was useless- “didn’t they already use butter to make them?”

He recited his order again, smiling, bearing his white, slightly crooked teeth that made him only a smidgen imperfect. The rest of him was so flawless, from his curly chocolate tufts of hair to his indented chin. And in that moment, I began to grow fond of those features I had only been in the presence of for a mere 10 minutes.

We talked, and talked, and talked. He had a day off before his show the following day, and wanted some alone time. I was nervous about college starting in a few weeks, and wanted someone alone time as well. Who knew a crowded cafe would lead us to each other? Sure, the amount of people didn’t constitute as alone, but we found what we wanted as we conversed.

We talked until the cafe workers began to place the chairs upside down on the tables, clear the remaining pastries in the display, and wipe down the counters. Eventually, we had to be kicked out. And, after finding out that we shared a mutual love of what everyone else found nasty or stupid, we couldn’t simply say good bye. So, we walked around town, and we talked some more. I showed him around the general area and made him buy at least 5 St. Louis Cardinals T-Shirts, and a signed baseball and bat. I showed him the Gateway Arch, where he asked for my number. Then, we sat on the edge of a fountain and complained about how crazy our lives were getting, but at same time, agreed that change was good. He was getting more and more famous, and I was gearing up to begin my journey of being a writer. I wasn’t much of a talker, but that night, I yapped until my jaw hurt and my words were tongue tied.

We didn’t get tired until we drove home in an uber and I fell asleep on his shoulder. It was one of the best sleeps I had in a long time.

The following day, he called me. That night, he called me again. He called me every day in the months leading up to winter break, until he couldn’t take it anymore. At the start of my it, he flew me out to see him at the Jingle Bell Ball in London and it was like we hadn’t seen each other in years.

Of course, I had to lie to my parents about my whereabouts. They hadn’t yet known about our ‘romance’. I was a very open girl with them, never liked to hide anything, and, as a result, though they were demanding and strict, they trusted me. That was the first time I had ever hidden anything so important from them.

And God, was Shawn something important. One of the most in my life.

Backstage at the show, in his dressing room, he kissed me for the first time and we became official.

When we were a couple (before anyone other than his team and a few of my friends knew) we saw each other enough. When I was on vacation, I’d often sneak away for a week to see him. Of course, my parents would wonder why I didn’t come straight home at the start of break, so I’d have to lie and say I was spending some time with a friend from uni in an undisclosed location. I could remember the many antic we part took in. From running through the streets packed with locals who spoke a language we couldn’t even begin to comprehend, to eating overpriced delicacies until we were confined our toilets, to dancing terribly and literally french kissing under the Eiffel Tower.

It had felt like we were the answers to each others’ prayers, because I wanted a guy who would take me away, and he wanted a girl who would let him lead her through his tiring, yet exciting life.

More often than not, since I started college, I would have to visit him on tour. I didn’t mind though, I had seen so many places I never thought I’d see in my lifetime. He had flown me out to Moscow, Beijing, Oslo, Dubai, Paris, and a few other beautiful countries that hadn’t been on my radar. Why would they be? I was a small town girl who, until then, the furthest she had ever been from home was Connecticut to visit her senile grandparents.

Anywhere I had gone with Shawn had knocked that down several spots. And I knew that was a tell tale sign my life lacked adventure.

Until he came along.

In many ways, we could have made it work.

In many more ways, my parents felt it was too impractical, and therefore we could not make it work.

I was a college student, barely into my second year when they found out. We made the mutual decision to tell them, and it did not end well, in any way, shape, or form.

There wasn’t any yelling, just a calm, reasonable conversation. They laid out what I feared they would- Shawn traveled too much, and I had to focus on my studies.

Ultimately, it ended with me crying in Shawn’s arms on my front porch after we were forced to say goodbye. 

Long story short, for the millionth time, we couldn’t be together.

But, that didn’t mean we couldn’t secretly try to.

I was done with my second year, back home in St. Louis for the summer. That week with Shawn didn’t happen this time around, considering my parents now knew what we had been doing, which meant we couldn’t very well do it anymore. I couldn’t pretend to visit ‘Valerie’ ( a fake person I had made up to disguise my actual plans with Shawn) anymore because they knew what I would really be doing.

Being broken up meant he couldn’t take me away like he used to. So I had to go back home to my mini mansion in St. Louis with a frown on my face the entire flight and fake smile as I greeted my parents.

Back home, things hadn’t changed within the few months I was gone, which actually shocked me. I was both relieved and confused that I came home to a room that looked exactly the same, because I was expecting my mother to turn it into some sort of scrap booking room or library. She would always threaten to do that.

I lived in a house that looked like it belonged on one of those sitcoms with the perfect family that comprised of lovable characters who taught valuable lesson, with its white picket fence, paved two car drive way,  and rose garden. After 19 years of seeing the same scenery almost every day, it was safe to say that college made me miss those cliche little things. They weren’t special, but, as bitter as I was, it was home.

I lay in my bedroom, a step down from the master one, that was the first door one came to after they ascended the staircase. A book was in front my face as I sprawled on my bed with my head hanging off the edge.

It could be considered a crime to read during summer break, but as someone who had spent the majority of her time with her nose in any sort of novel or text book, it was the only pass time I knew.

That, and spending time with Shawn, in some far off place that made me feel like I was in a fairy tale without my parents knowing. I hadn’t seen him in months. We texted- scarcely. He was busy and so was I, so that whole “maybe we can still be friends” speech he gave me the exact same night we ‘broke up’ didn’t quite come into play. It was classic. People would agree to stay friends but never actually be friends.

We still loved each other, though. Three word text messages conveyed so much more than they were given credit.

There was knock on my door that pulled me out of my thoughts and made me drop my book. I groaned and flipped into an upright position, trudging over to my door and opening it. 

My mom stood on the other side, smiling. By the way she was dressed, I knew she and dad were going out, and that she was here to guilt me into coming too.

“We’re going to Bella Italia for dinner, get dressed and come with us!”

I opened my mouth but she kept going. “Come on, sweetie, get out of the house for a bit!” she grinned.

I hated Italian food.

“Okay,” I sighed, giving a tiny smile for good measure. I didn’t actually want to go anywhere. I just agreed so I wouldn’t have to go down the “your father and I haven’t seen you in so long” road I knew all too well.

“That’s my girl!” she exclaimed. “Hurry, we’re leaving in fifteen,” she said. She closed the door softly and I flopped back on my bed, expelling a groan before standing back up and walking over to my closet.

It was the same routine. We’d spend time together for one night, and then it was back to being like I didn’t even come home. Mom and Dad were both business people, so they were always off dealing with something or the other to do with their self made firms. Our time spent was near non-existent now.

If I knew what was best for me, I would suck it up and go with them. I no longer had that week of bliss to look forward to with Shawn to make my dull and forgettable time home like a flash in a pan.

It took me all of five minutes to find an outfit. After throwing it on and running a brush through my unsightly hair, I grabbed my phone and was about to head out my door, but a tiny rap on my bay window glass stopped me. My hand on the knob, my head pivoted in the direction of the noise.

Instinctively, I grabbed the baseball bat and crept towards the window as the rapping continued. As I drew closer, I could see that the noise was caused by tiny pebbles being thrown at the glass. Who was that?

When I reached the window and couldn’t see the culprit, I sucked in a breath and set the baseball bat down. I pulled the handle of the window down, opening it only by a few inches.

“Y/N?”

That voice-like titanium under silk- was all too familiar. And it was also missed. Desperately.

“Shawn?” I whispered as my brows elevated. I opened the window as much as I could and thrust my upper body outside. There he stood, in all his bisque, blushing glory, in his lighting bolt patterned button up, black jeans and boots. His hair was a curly mess, hanging over his forehead in loose waves, the tighter curls sitting atop his head. I could see the glisten of sweat across his his cheekbones and temples.

“Hey, darling,” he smiled, that warm, inside melting smile that was forever imprinted in my mind, never to leave.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. Forget being shocked, I was way too happy about his random visit to even pretend to wonder how the hell he even got to St Louis.

Then, I remembered. He told me he had a concert that night. And that while on stage, I was the only thing he’d be able to focus on. A crowd filled with tens of thousands of people all there to see him perform, and yet someone who wasn’t even part of said crowd was the prime occupant of his thoughts.

“You’d think I’d be in St Louis and not find a way to see you?” he questioned, placing his hands on his hips and smirking.

I could only giggle. “I guess it was kind of expected,” I shrugged. I mean, a crazy part of me was actually hoping that he would, some way, some how, try to come see me. But then I stopped myself before I got my hopes up, because with my parents home and the fact that he probably had to leave the state immediately after his concert to get to the next stop, there was no way he would be able to see me.

But, like many times before, Shawn Mendes stayed proving me wrong for all the right reasons.

“Hey, uh, can you find a way to get me up? I saw your parents’ car in the driveway, so coming through the front door isn’t exactly an option,” he chuckled, thumbing behind him in the direction of the driveway.

Shit. My parents. We were still going to dinner so I couldn’t let him up. It made no sense, and I couldn’t make him wait until we got back because I knew his time was limited. I knew he setting himself up for a huge scolding from his manager, Andrew when he got back to the venue to meet the tour bus. Would it be worth it?

But I hadn’t seem him in so long.

“Uh,” I mumbled, gnawing on my pinky fingernail. I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded at him. “Yeah, babe, one sec,” I said, walking away from the window, looking for something long enough to get him up. The drop from the bay window to the ground wasn’t that far, so I quickly tied my comforter and a bed sheet from the trunk at the foot of my bed together.

I through it out the window towards him, and withing seconds, he was in my room. 

No words between us, he grabbed my face in the soft grip and pressed his lips against mine. The first physical contact we had received from each other in a long time and I couldn;t have asked for it to be more perfect.

Our lips moved at a passionately slow pace, sliding against each other, almost devouring each other. My fingers gripped his biceps tightly, my fingernails leaving faint marks in his skin as the kiss intensified.

“God, baby I missed you so much,” he said in between sloppy kisses. His tongue shoved its way past the barrier that my lips had formed and I sucked in a breath through my nose, like I always did when he would make that action. Shawn kissed me and handled me like no one else had ever done before. It always left me breathless, thankful, and yearning.

After a full minute, a knock at my door pulled us apart. Or, at least it should have. He pecked me a few times more (maybe a little too much) and bit my lower lip, pulling on it a bit (which made me expel a hushed moan) before releasing me just in time for be to respond to my mom’s call.

“Y/N, sweetie you ready?” she asked, not opening the door yet, and thankfully she didn’t, because I’d either have to shove Shawn into the bay window drawer or get caught in a lie.

I felt like shoving him into the drawer would be less painful.

“Not quite, mom!” I yelled, cursing in my head.

“Are you going somewhere?” he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly and pressing kisses along the side of my face. His plump lips could melt from the contact of my heated skin.

“Not anymore,” I mumbled, falling into his touch even more. “Uh, mom, I totally forgot I have uh.....uh a report due at the beginning of the semester! I wanna get a head start!” I said loud enough for her to hear.. I had pulled away from Shawn a little so I was practically yelling in his ear, but his arms stayed tight. He ran his nose across mine before touching my forehead with it, and giving me a small feather of a kiss there. I giggled lightly and ghosted my lips across his, causing him to nip back at mine, white made me giggle some more.

“Are you sure, honey?” she asked, and I prayed she didn’t open the door and catch us.

“Yeah, mom, maybe another night, I promise!” I said, now exasperated and desperate for her to leave us alone. Or rather me, since as far as she was concerned, I was the only one in the room.

“Alright,” she said, and I could hear the shadow of disappointment in her voice.The only thing I felt bad for was not feeling as bad as I should have for bailing on this dinner. But there were other nights, as long as there was the assurance that she and dad wouldn’t be working.

A very minor possibility, but all I wanted to focus on was Shawn at that moment.

“We’ll be back around 12:00, sweetie! Goodnight,” she bade me, and I waited a few seconds before reaching up and attatching my lips to Shawn’s once again, only for him to pull away gently.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Don’t you think spending time with you parents is more important than me?” he asked, removing his arms from around my waist and taking my hands in his, lacing our fingers together.

I blinked. “Shawn, I have the entire vacation with them,” I said. We both knew that wasn’t true, but for the moment, we would believe it.

“And only an hour or two with me,” he nodded.

“Sooner or later Andrew is gonna figure out you’re missing,” I said, raising my brows like a parent who knew there statement was correct.

“Nah, I think he knows where I am,” he laughed. “Pretty sure he caught a glimpse of me sneaking out the back entrance of the venue,”

“The fans?” I asked, cringing. They were like the FBI or something, or some sort of mutant species that could pinpoint his exact location without him having to  say or post anything. I was suddenly worried they would have followed him to my house, resulting in a huge crowd on the streets. They would only leave if he would, and since I didn’t want him to, that meant that the crowd would stay as long as they could until he gave them what they wanted. And how the hell would explain a freaking sea of teenagers piling up outside my house to my parents?

“Hey, don’t worry,” he assured, brushing some strands of hair out of my face. The faintest of touches- the strongest wave of emotions. My heart rate sped up. “I’m sure no one caught me except Andrew. I had my hoodie up until halfway here, I ditched it on a bus stop bench,” he chuckled.

I shook my head. “Well, as long as you’re here,” my arms latched around his neck as his went back to my waist. He kissed my cheek, his lips maintaining contact as the seconds went by. I could feel the faint breaths from his nose land upon my cheekbones. He wasn’t here for long, and if we would have to spend that time kissing, we would. “I wish we could always hold each other,” I lamented.

He looked at me, removing his lips. His lust filled mahogany gaze bore into me. “We’ll figure this out, baby. I promise,” he mumbled.

“Whatever,” I sighed, smiling. “Right now, this is what I call perfect,”

~~~~~~~~~~~

I’m gonna make more parts to this, like an imagine of them meeting in the cafe or one of their adventures in Europe :) because this is just too freakin cute to pass up lmao

Hope you enjoyed  😘

[darcy-abbott]

It's My Party (and I'll Cry if I Want to)

@lukachasen  / @iraikkonen

Darcy knew better than to expect anything on his birthday. For the last thirty years, he’s come to realize that no one cared about him. Not even on his goddamned birthday. No one could muster up enough fucks to even send a casual ‘Happy B-Day’ text, something that took all of three seconds to compose. It was like all a sudden, on his birthday, everyone magically had plans. The ten usual suspects, always inquiring if he’d be going to such-and-such's party or going to so-and-so’s thing, suddenly didn’t care if he made it out that night. Sometimes it felt like the world ended and he was the last survivor, all alone. How that always happened was beyond him, but after a few disappointing years, he came to expect it.

Even growing up, Darcy was used to his parents not being around. His father hadn’t even been on time for his own birth. Instead, he was in Hong-Kong, working on a business deal. He had only met his son a few days after the fact, and even then he jetted off to another country only a day or so afterward. Even his mother, who couldn’t forget the day of Darcy’s birth due to painful complications, usually planned her little excursions around that time of year. July was a month of vacations, after all. But shouldn’t a mother be around to celebrate one of the greatest days of her life? It should have been the same for the father, for that matter, too. But no. His parents usually found excuses to why they couldn’t be around. His father always claimed work was the issues and demanding he didn’t need to apologize for bringing in the bacon. His mother, on the other hand, stressed the importance of a much-needed vacation. It’s what she deserved, after all, for the excruciating birthing process that Darcy had put her through. As if he purposely inflicted that pain on her.

Up until he was around eleven, he used to have these little themed birthday parties. The help usually ended up planning these parties since his parents didn’t see the point if they weren't going to be around. The problem with July birthdays, however, was that no one was in town due to vacations. Poor young and naive Darcy hadn't cared about that fact until his eleventh birthday. After that, he only wanted to be left alone. The several years prior, he sent out hand written invitations to all the kids in his class and then some. Each year he waited by the mailbox, hoping for positive RSVPs. Most years, he only got a handful of replies back, more often than not rejections. Being the positive child that he was, he usually assumed people just forgot to answer. He'd always claim that despite not hearing back from his friends, they were definitely going to make it. When the day of the party arrived, Darcy had to deal with the fact that only a handful of kids came. On top of that, most didn't stay very long. The icing on the cake (pun intended) was that his 'best friends' never seemed to show up.

His eleventh birthday was by far the worst. That was the year he vowed to never have a party again. His father, for once in eleven years, finally didn’t have to be anywhere for his birthday and was going to make it. Since his father was going to make an appearance, his mother begrudgingly decided to attend as well. If only for her image, of course. It was, of course, that year where almost no one showed up to his party. Out of ninety-five invitations sent, only twelve kids showed up. His father, embarrassed by his loser son, got so drunk that he took one of the other mom’s to the bathroom for a quickie. For the women’s screams to be heard over the playful music at the roller rink was beyond him, even to this day. When his mother caught wind of the situation, she went into a drunken frenzy, throwing Darcy’s Spider-Man cake to the floor. It had hurt him, sure, but more than anything he was embarrassed. But it wasn’t until the school year started that ruined birthdays for him forever. Despite only a few kids showing up, the whole school knew about it and made fun of what happened. After that, Darcy swore off birthday parties.

Since then, Darcy hasn't tried to enjoy his birthday. That didn’t mean, however, that he stopped caring about his one special day. Each year he hoped and waited for someone to take notice. Each year the disappointment grew. There were always those few friends like Bing, George, and Will, who always wished him a happy birthday. The problem with that was the distance between them. In all the years that they've been friends, they've never properly celebrated his birthday. He was thankful that they at least acknowledge him, but sometimes he wished they’d go the extra mile. Just once. More than that, he wanted all the fake people in his life to at least pretend on that one day. When they ditched him on his birthday, it only showed how fake they actually were. Besides, it wasn't like they had to work hard for his attention or money. He was desperate enough to throw it around regardless, but couldn't they at least put in a bit of effort in return?

This year, like every year, he ended up alone at some skivvy bar in Queens. The more he drank, the more he whined to the bartender, rambling about his father’s infidelity at his eleventh birthday party and his shitty friends. The bartender, not really listening, kept giving him sympathetic looks until last call. Once his tab was paid up, the bartender couldn’t give a rat’s ass about his problems. When the bar closed, and he finally flagged down a decent taxi, Darcy gave up for the night and decided to head home. If he wasn’t mistaken, his father had a nice bottle of Whiskey hidden somewhere in the library. After the night he's had, Darcy knew his name was all over that bottle. Getting drunk alone on his birthday wasn't very ideal, but it was the only thing he had to look forward to right now. He was already pleasantly on his way to drunk but not quite there yet. That bottle of whiskey was going to do the trick, though.

He stumbled out of the taxi and snuck in through the front door, not caring much if he woke anyone else. It wasn't like many people were home anyway. It was his birthday, after all, a time when both his mother and father loved to be scarce. As far as he knew, his father was in Dubai for a business deal while his mother was hitting up some small fashion show in Paris. He didn't expect them to be around now that he was getting old, but at least a text would have been nice. For them, it was now the morning after his birthday, and he still hadn't gotten anything. Why did he always do this to himself? He knew better than to expect any sort of acknowledgment, but here he was checking his phone every so often just in case. As he failed at tiptoeing his way up stairs, he realized that most of the maids would have gone home for the weekend too. That meant that he was definitely home alone for his birthday. Typical, right?

It took him a lot longer than usual to climb the stairs, having to stop several times because of how much the room was spinning. Had he drunken more than he thought? Knowing him, it was possible. Only he was pretty sure he hadn't been that bad tonight. He mostly stuck to beer. Except for those two or three shots that people had ordered him. A few of the patrons felt piteous of him and his sob story about having a lonesome birthday. Another classic Darcy move, getting people to feel sorry for him. Once he got to the top step, he pulled out his phone, checking the time: 11:44 pm. It was only a few more minutes until his birthday was officially over. Another shitty one for the books, he added bitterly. He shoved the device into his back pocket with a huff, needing to find that bottle of whiskey as soon as possible.

With a grunt, he pulled the library doors open but stopped short before entering. As he looked around, he found his side of the library covered in decorations. His brows knitted as he took in the details, noticing how the streamers were haphazard. He took a tentative step forward, not believing his eyes. Had someone decorated for his birthday? But who? His parents weren't home, for one, and his close friends were all in their own cities. It was possible that Bing got home from his business meeting early, but he wouldn't do this kind of thing. Bing knew that Darcy wasn't a fan of surprises. He took a few more steps forward, his eyes unable to focus on any one thing. As he was glancing at a cheap 'Happy Birthday!' banner, his eyes dropped down to the sofa. Luka. She was sound asleep on the couch; a party hat nestled between her arms as if she had sleepily taken it off.

A few steps later and Darcy was standing next to the couch, his eyes unable to leave Luka's sleeping form. Had she come in on her day off and decorate for him? He couldn't believe this; he had to be dreaming right now. He pinched his hand, and his face settled into a confused and almost broken look. He was awake. But this wasn't possible. No one cared about his birthday, especially the people who worked for his family. They shit on Darcy at any given time. But not Luka. Luka always tolerated him, especially when he sometimes came into her room in the middle of the night, too afraid to be alone. Luka was more than that, however, because they were starting to become friends. Recently, he had made it a point to seek her out every day and see how she was doing. Sometimes their talks were short and sometimes the hours flew by. He couldn't believe that she had listened to him when he mentioned his birthday a few weeks ago. No one ever did that.

So why did she?

After a long moment, Darcy was able to look away, and he moved to his father's desk. He bent down and snatched the secret bottle of Whiskey hiding underneath it. If this was really happening, he needed a drink. He moved back to his spot by the couch, debating how to go about this. She had obviously decorated for him and then fallen asleep, meaning she might have been waiting for a while. Would she be upset if he woke her up? Or maybe she'd be pissed that she took the time and then he didn't show up. Regardless, he was nervous to bother her. A part of him just wanted to run away and hide in his room, get drunk, and then worry about it tomorrow. Another part of him, the selfish part, wanted to spend the – He pulled his phone out of his pocket. 11:52 – last eight minutes of his birthday with someone. With an unsure sigh, he moved around the couch before gently kneeling down at Luka's side. With a tender touch, he reached out and gave her a quick nudge. "Luka?" He waited a moment before giving her another soft nudge. "It's Darcy, wake up."