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»♥ Queen returned

I spent a few days away, in fact, I spent many days out. I went to Paris, visited some stores and brought gifts for some people. I really I miss you all and hope you have not forgotten me. I really love all of you and I left you guys for a few days … My heart aches over this. But I’m here again and I hope you are feeling well, that you guys have eaten healthy foods and drinking plenty of water. It is good .. knew?

For the new followers; - H-Hello! I’m Bom, and i hope you like this blog, i’m always here… Here is like my home you know ? {‘laughs softly} If you guys need something I am always here; and I hope you enjoy all my gifs and graphs if you have any requests do not feel embarrassed to come in my ask, I’ll always be here … With love, The Spring Lady. xoxo

mass texts ✉️ dad, shep, mavi
  • JJ: As u all know, a lot has been going on lately. I don't feel like myself anymore which is why I want u all to know that I'm going to be distancing myself for a while. Dad, ur wonderful and I love u. Love all of u, really. Anyway, I'm leaving this stupid city. xoxo 💋

hellooo uh here’s a new imagine i guess hahah idrk what to think of this tbh but like uh yea just read, reblog, like and shower me with love bc i suck okie luv u all xoxo 

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Y/N woke up from her peaceful slumber to the non-stop ringing of something and she looked around the room blearily, wondering what the hell could possibly be making such a racket at - she cast a quick glance at the clock, and then realised that without her glasses she couldn’t read the text on the clock - so she sighed, and put them on, coming to the conclusion that her one night of fitful sleep after approximately two weeks of catching fifteen minute naps on the train on the way to work and too many cups of coffee, had finally come to an end.

Looking around the room again - this time with 20/20 sight - she located the source of what woke her up, and her eyebrows creased when she realised that it was her phone, ringing obnoxiously all the way on the other side of the room on her dresser. Why the fuck is my phone on the dresser? She got up and headed across the room, her mind still unable to comprehend why her phone was on the dresser when she remembered falling asleep with it in her hands, before thinking, Oh right, I got up to charge it in case Rock Star decided to call me to get him out of trouble since it was dying.  

Picking up the phone, Y/N stifled a groan as she looked at the caller ID, wondering if it was a good idea to pretend that she’d never heard the phone ring and just go back to bed. Just then, the ringing halted, and Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, Well then, guess I didn’t need to pretend after all. As she walked back to the bed, the phone started to vibrate - again - and this time, Y/N didn’t even bother looking at the caller ID.

Sliding the “answer” button on her phone, she put it to her ear, a yawn escaping her lips. “What do you want? Did you get drunk somewhere? Did some groupie follow you home? Did you forget your keys? What now?”

All that could be heard through the phone was a loud groan, before a loud “snap” sounded and several loud profanities were voiced. Y/N rolled her eyes, wondering why she ever decided to sign the contract to be his manager. “C’mon, Luke, you have to tell me what you did before I can fix it for you. What did you do this time?”

“Hi Y/N, how are you?” There was a giggle at the end of the line that sounded unfamiliar enough for Y/N to realise that her charge was drunk, and very much, at that.

“Where are you, Luke? Do you have a ride home? Why are you out drinking at three a.m. on a Tuesday morning anyway?” Y/N ran a hand through her hair, letting a frustrated groan out in the process.

All that could be heard through the phone was another groan and some giggling, and a mumbled response that sounded a lot like, “I want more beeeeeer, someone give me more beeeer.”

Y/N took a deep breath and counted to ten, trying to stay calm. She was so tired of having to handle Luke’s shit, his constant middle-of-the-night calls where the only reason for the phone call was to tell her about his day spent recording; his drunk dials at three a.m. in the mornings when she had important executive meetings the very next day; his midnight runs at some trashy downtown bar where she had to go pick him up because he was too intoxicated to remember his own name; the scandals with numerous models that ruined his reputation with the press and her company; the countless lectures and scoldings she’d had to receive on his behalf just because he didn’t know how to behave like the 23-year-old he should be… God, she was just so tired of his spoiled rock star antics, and she wondered when he would ever grow up.

“Luke, why the fuck are you calling me at this hour?”

Luke simply giggled, “I was lonely, and everyone else was asleep.” Y/N could imagine him pouting at the phone, his eyebrows crinkled and she stifled a groan.

“And so you decided to call me?”

“I knew you’d answer, you’re always there for me. I knew I could count on you.” At those words, Y/N burst. All the pent-up anger she’d been secretly collecting for the past year just exploded out of her as she took a deep breath and let it all out.

“Luke Robert Hemmings, I do not care that you are drunk, probably crashed at some trashy bar downtown surrounded by creeps and quite possibly with the paparazzi busy snapping scandalous pictures of you with your arm draped around yet another skanky ho of a model right now. You have no right, no right, to call me up every fucking night just because you are feeling lonely, or just because you can’t remember your own name but you can remember mine, or because you landed yourself in hot water again, for sleeping with some bimbo, or because too many groupies are following you, or because you don’t know the way home, or because no one else is awake at all these ungodly hours, because guess what? I’m not either. The only reason I ever ever pick up your calls is because if I don’t, I’ll lose my job. And I cannot afford to lose my job, which is why I can’t decline your stupid, pointless, time-wasting calls. So can you please, please, for the love of God, can you please act appropriately, for once in your entire career? Do you know just how many of your fuck-ups I’ve had to cover up, just from last week alone? I am so fucking done with you. Fuck off, Luke. Tomorrow I’ll speak to the board and transfer charges with Mandy,” Y/N paused to catch a breath. Mandy was one of Y/N colleagues who had a crazy infatuation with Luke and was always begging her to transfer charges. Mandy was manager to some singer who liked to write killer songs about dead flowers and dying birds and she absolutely loathed him. “Now get off the phone and good night.” She was in the process of hanging up when she heard Luke protest.

“Y/N, wait! I-I-I I didn’t know you hated me.”

Y/N sighed, repressing the urge to hang up. “I don’t hate you, Luke, I’m just tired of your shit. You’re like a high-school drama queen, constantly cooking up shit to make the lives of everyone around you miserable.”

Y/N could almost feel Luke’s eyes widening as he breathed down the line. “I make your life miserable?”

“Luke, what would you think of someone who is constantly breathing down your neck, calling you up in the middle of the night just because they’re lonely?”

He seemed to be taking a moment to actually ponder that question, before replying, “I really like you, you know?”

Y/N gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, her phone plonking onto the carpet in the process. He likes me? What the actual fuck? Since when did this happen? I didn’t sign up for this shit!

“Y/N, Y/N??! Are you still there?” She could hear Luke’s frantic voice through the phone and she snapped back to reality, bending down to pick up the phone.

“Huh, what? Oh yeah, I’m still here.” What the fuck? Why does he like me?

She heard him breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh okay. I thought for a moment that I scared you off there.”

Y/N laughed nervously, “You did. Uh, scare me, I meant. But I’m not off, like away, like uh, gone.” Why? What? How????

“W-wha-why did I scare you?”

“Uh, Earth to Luke?? Hello? You just told me that you liked me??” Y/N laid back onto the bed, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars that she had stuck on the ceiling when she was 12.

“Right, um, I was just, y’know, telling you the truth.” She could practically feel him shrugging and she laughed, and then immediately stopped herself. Why am I laughing? He just said he liked me, and that is not okay.

Sensing that she wasn’t going to give an answer to his statement anytime soon, Luke quickly added, “Uh, I really like you, like actually… It’s not like like, but more like uh, I’m in love with you. I have been since the first day we met in that huge glass meeting room and I spilled my coffee all over your pretty white dress.”

Y/N gasped, feeling as if the world had stopped around her for the second time in the period of less than half an hour.  “A year?”

“Uh, yeah. Listen, would you like to grab coffee with me some time? Like when you’re not all busy handling my fuck-ups?”

Y/N frowned, the true reason of his call dawning on her once again. “Wait, weren’t you all drunk and slurring? You don’t sound very intoxicated.”

He managed a nervous laugh, “Declarations of love make you sober up quickly, I guess. So, coffee?”

Y/N sighed, her fingers unconsciously picking at a loose thread on her duvet as she tried to think of a way to let him down without seeming like the cold-hearted bitch he probably thought she was.

“Look, Luke, you’re a great guy and all that when you’re not fucking up and constantly making my job hell, but honestly, I can’t go out for a coffee with you. Firstly, because I would lose my job, and as previously mentioned, I really cannot afford losing my job. Secondly, you and I are so not a good match, okay? You drive me up the wall half the time and the other half of the time I’m too busy cleaning up the messes you’ve left behind to even be driven up the wall. You might have a crush on me, but to me, you’re just a client. And I like to maintain a strictly business relationship with all my clients.”

“Please? Just a coffee?” Luke whined through the line and Y/N felt an exasperated sigh escape her lips -once again - as she thought up different ways of telling him that no, she didn’t want to date him, and that no matter how he pleaded and begged, she still wouldn’t want to date him.

“Goodnight Luke. Call me up again the day when you’re not too drunk to remember your own name, and when you’re less of the idiot you are now,” With that, Y/N hung up and breathed a sigh of relief, thoughts of how she’d have to handle this new mess the next morning when she went into the office running through her mind as she fell asleep.