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fireworks and fury | shawn mendes

AKA COLLEGE!SHAWN PART THREE

MY MASTERLIST

I’d highly recommend that you read freshman year: “poems i would write you” and sophomore year: “dancing in a snow globe” before you dig into this, or you’ll be hella lost.

word count: 13,654 (am i sorry about this? not really. i made cuts, i swear!)

author’s note: happy birthday, shawn. my present to the fandom is this steaming pot of angst. this takes place during junior year, but it starts second semester, so there’s been an entire year between where the sophomore year installment left off and now. yikes. this is also decidedly less college-y than the past two, but i think that’s alright. title from “dents” by the acorn. enjoy xo


Your name: submit What is this?

i.

Uh, hey, Y/N. It’s Shawn.”

That was as far as you had gotten before pausing the voicemail.

You had received it a week ago during your first class of the semester, and had almost dropped your phone when you saw his contact name. Dana had noticed your weird behavior and inquired about it, but you shrugged off her concern. You weren’t sure why you lied to her at the time, but something about getting a message from him seemed secret, scandalous. It was better to keep it to yourself.

You had forced yourself to open it later that night, alone in your room. You heard that first few seconds - “Uh, hey, Y/N. It’s Shawn.” - and then a sound like he was adjusting the phone, but you pushed the home button so fast after that you didn’t hear any more. It was too much, you decided, and far too soon. You couldn’t bring yourself to listen to it again, and so it remained in your messages, like a secret weight on your shoulders.

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unclemoriarty  asked:

oh my gosh? that gardar dude is gorgeous??? tell me about him and his phantom!! what do you like so much about him? i wanna knoww

ahhhhHHHH OH MY GOD. OKAY. GOD, WHERE DO I EVEN START?? first of all, thank you so much for asking and being interested in my opinion!! second of all, I hope you’re ready, bc I don’t think you know what you’ve signed up for…

(warning for spoilers for the Love Never Dies US Tour)


so one day I was just casually lobbying at Congress bc I enjoy yelling at the government and my wonderful friend Syd was like “yo whaddup my roommate bailed on me do you want to see Love Never Dies with me” and I was like “HELL YEAH LET’S FUCKING ROAST IT!!” bc we both hated it, like most POTO fans. so I start heading back to Baltimore to meet Syd at the theatre and we sit down and my dude…I am so ready to roast. but then I see him. my boy. my precious ghost boi up there in his mask pounding on his organ. look at him go. I’m so proud of him. 

and then. he started singing. 

oh my god. 

I mean I know his bio in the Playbill said he’d been in like ten opera productions but y’all…HIS VOICE. HIS FUCKING VOICE. I’ve never heard such a perfect voice for Erik, I’ve never heard such a perfect representation of what his voice would truly sound like…it was both opera-ish and deep and strong but also full of emotion and angst and ahhHHHHH THAT WAS ERIK’S VOICE! LIKE TO ME, THAT’S ERIK’S VOICE. you should check out the following videos and listen to him because he’s amazing: this one is just a random video I found of him singing ‘Til I Hear You Sing, this one is him singing ‘Til I Hear You Sing in German and this one is some audio of him singing ‘Til I Hear You Sing in the US Tour.

so I’m looking at Syd and I’m like Syd…he’s fucking amazing. and she’s nodding her head in agreement. so then it’s time for Beneath a Moonless Sky.

woo boy. here we go. 


I HAVE NEVER WITNESSED SUCH INCREDIBLE ACTING IN MY LIFE. guys, Gardar and Meghan (Christine) made that scene SO INTENSE and emotional and raw and passionate, I was sobbing. I was genuinely sobbing. I had my hand over my mouth to keep myself from making noises because I was crying. I don’t even know how to explain it, I just hope someone will get it on video somehow because words really can’t explain just how intense that scene was. obviously the singing was phenomonal, but god, the acting. Gardar did something I’m a fan of when it comes to portraying Erik…he cried. a lot. like, probably five times during the show. maybe six. the first time was about halfway through Beneath a Moonless Sky, Syd and I actually had amazing seats and I could see the tears in his eyes. he pretty much cried through the rest of the song. the song ended with him hugging Christine’s waist with his head on her chest SOBBING. all you could hear for a solid five seconds was just him crying. I’ve literally never witnessed such amazing acting in my life. 

and from this point on I’m basically just going to be pointing out the other times he cried, whoops. I just love when Erik cries okay it’s mY THING

so after Beauty Underneath, there’s those mirrors, right? so Christine leaves and he just looks in the mirror at his deformity and cries for another five seconds again. I know that was in the Australian production too but no one cries like Gardar, my dude. 

speaking of Beauty Underneath, if you haven’t listened to this audio where you can hear the changes they made with Beautiful, oh my god. please listen to it. y’all don’t understand, I didn’t know that was going to happen, so I was literally so shocked that I had to put my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. I’ve never been so shook in my life. it was incredible. also, I feel like hearing the Phantom sing Beauty Underneath feels a bit weird sometimes for me?? idk why, his voice is just so trained and beautiful and it’s sort of this rock song, but GARDAR PULLS IT OFF, MAN. IDK HOW. IT’S AMAZING. 

there were probably other times that he cried but let’s just skip to the main event: the scream when Christine died. 

y’all…I’ve literally never heard anything in my life so full of agony and horror and pain. it sounded so real. I literally felt physical pain. it genuinely didn’t seem like acting. guys…it was the most painful thing I’ve ever heard. that’s how incredible he is with acting. and as you all know, he’s obviously an amazing singer too. after the scream, he goes to the end of the pier and basically HANGS OFF OF IT like he’s going to freaking jump, and all you can hear for FIFTEEN SECONDS is him sobbing. and it sounded so real. oh my god, you guys, he’s incredible. 

he made a show that I honestly hated and expected to laugh at one of my favorite shows. he took a story that I honestly saw as a joke and turned it into something so tragic and beautiful. I literally just looked at Syd during intermission and cried whispering ”I’m sorry daddy andy” and got some weird looks from the other people in the theatre but whatever.

I actually got to meet him after the show too, and he was SO kind and funny!! I actually told him I wanted him to become the Phantom on Broadway right now (partially bc he’s amazing and partially bc I was heavily implying I wanted him to replace the trash can) and he laughed and said something like “that’s the goal!!” so hopefully he’ll become the Phantom one day!! I honestly can’t imagine anyone better to become the next Phantom (although he probably won’t because he’ll still be in LND when the new Phantom starts.) but god, he was amazing. please do yourself a favor and see the Love Never Dies US Tour if you can. I don’t care if you hate LND. it’s genuinely one of the greatest things I’ve ever seen in my life. 

and now pls enjoy this random video I found of Gardar and Sierra singing the title song in French with a harmonica (??) playing in the background

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Namjoon x Reader x Hoseok

Anon asked: hi!! could you write something where the boys invite you over for movie night and you sit on the couch between hoseok and namjoon sharing a blanket and they both decide to finger you during the movie, trying to make you moan? omg im sorry if this doesn’t make sense I love your work btw!

A/N: ehehe~ so its FINALLY done and honestly idk how i feel about this i wanted to make it different from all the other request fic like this and it ended up kinda long in the process sooo… but anyway I really hope my beautiful anon who requested this likes it feel free to let me know what you think!((another old fic im reposting~ I promise ill be posting something new sooon))

Genre: Mature content a.k.a~ very smuty smut smut~ you’ve been warned~

Word count: 3.7K

I was at home flipping through channels trying to find something, anything, to watch that wouldn’t put me to sleep. When my phone started to ring. I set the TV remote down and stretched trying to reach my cell which was conveniently placed out of reach on the opposite side of my couch. When I finally grabbed my phone I saw Jungkook’s name light up my screen.

“Hello?”

“Noona~” he whined out obviously wanting something.

“Yes Jungkook what’s up?”

“How come I haven’t seen you in over two months?!”

“Well I don’t know maybe the fact that we both work for a living.” I rolled my eyes at his question.

“That’s no excuse, we all miss you so we’re going to have dinner tomorrow.”

“I have a thing tomorrow I can't”

Suddenly he put the phone on speaker and I could hear all seven boys objecting and saying “Y/n you have to come please~”

I let out an annoyed sigh which seemed to make them quiet down a bit. “What time did you have in mind kook.”

Jungkook took the phone off speaker but I could still hear the other boys cheering in the background.

“8 O’clock.”

“I can’t guarantee anything but I will try to be there.”

“See ya there Noona~.”

He hung up and I let out a defeated sigh. “What a brat.” I whispered while setting my phone to the side.

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Wands and Wings

Summary: Zayn keeps coming home to find new stuff in their house and vague, lackluster answers as to where they came from (or the one where Liam is Timmy from the Fairly Oddparents)...

“They’re not—you can’t see them. Only I can see them, and I know that sounds completely mental or, like, made-up or whatever but it’s true. I promise. That’s how I keep getting all this stuff that I can’t ever tell you where it came from and that’s…that’s who I was arguing with when you came in…”

Zayn just blinks, can’t seem to bring himself to do any more than that because what the actual fuck.

“Please say something,” Liam says, eyes pleading.

[A/N: So idk…I was running low on sleep and just kind of daydreaming while staring into space and this happened and…yeah. Like I said, idk. Enjoy? (If for nothing else than at least a good laugh)…took some artistic liberties with the fairy background and Wanda and Cosmo’s personalities, don’t hate me please, I’m not trying to ruin anybody’s childhood, just made some changes that I felt like might fit the story better for a slightly more grown-up audience. also this was literally supposed to be like 500 words, 1k max, smdh apparently I can’t ever do anything without it expanding to like five times the length it was meant to be]

(Read it on AO3 here)


“You got us a new bed?” Zayn says standing in the doorway of their bedroom, brows crinkled in confusion at what looks like a California king-sized bed where their queen-sized one used to be—a sort of half-serious, half-gag gift from Harry and Louis.

Liam shrugs, looking a bit bashful. “You kept saying how the other one was too hard and we should get a new one.”

“Well, yeah, but…I guess I just figured we’d go mattress shopping together. Since we didn’t get to the first time, it being a gift and all.”

Liam ducks his head. “I…wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh.” Zayn blinks a bit in surprise, crosses over to the bed and smiles as he plops himself down on the edge and finds it is much softer, bouncier even, than their old one. “It is nice. Although Haz and Lou will probably be upset when they find out we chucked theirs, but they’ll get over it I guess. Where’d it come from?”

“Um…Internet.”

Zayn waits for Liam to explain further but when it doesn’t seem like he’s going to Zayn says, “Well, yeah, but, like, what company?”

“Uhh…I don’t really remember, some foreign company…Swedish or something, I think…very far away.”

“Oh, well the Swedish sure do make a damn good mattress.”

“Yup.” Liam nods, and Zayn feels like Liam looks a bit skittish for some reason but he ignores it, figures he’s probably just overanalyzing like he tends to do sometimes.

~

“Since when do we have an in-home studio?”

“Oh, right, yeah, sorry, I forgot to tell you about that.”

“Okay but…how?”

“How what?”

“How do we all of a sudden have a whole in-home studio?”

“Um…Internet.”

And Zayn knows he’d been gone quite a while this time but still. That’s kind of a major thing to forget to tell someone, considering there must’ve been people coming round to work on it for weeks on end. But he shrugs it off. It’s not like Liam doesn’t have his own busy schedule to tend to and sometimes even the big things can get lost in the crazy shuffle that is their lives so he lets it go.

~

“A telescope? You’re not even into astrology.”

“Well, yeah, but I figure I could learn…plus there’s gonna be a comet sighting in a couple weeks and since we’ll both be free I thought maybe we could watch it together and it’s supposed to be even better with a telescope so.”

And Zayn can’t help but smile at that.

The telescope’s a huge hulking thing, high-grade and he runs his fingers over it, marveling a bit. “How’d you even figure out how to put it together? It must’ve been complicated.”

“It, um, it came already…together?”

“Oh. Really? That’s odd. Seems like it’d make it harder for them to ship already assembled like this.”

Liam shrugs, looks away briefly and Zayn wonders for a second if he might be lying but then thinks better of it. What reason would Liam have to lie about how a telescope was packed when it was sent?

~

“How did you manage to get Drake tickets? It’s been sold out for weeks.”

“Internet. They had a…a deal.”

“A deal? For front row tickets? What, did you have to sell your soul in exchange or something? No way someone would give these up.”

Liam shrugs, doesn’t explain any further and Zayn’s too excited to bother to probe him anymore about it. It’s not like it’s the first time they’re seeing him in concert. Liam even met him once at an event a while back. But something about going to see people he’d grown up idolizing performing just brings out this childhood excitement in him, even now when he knows what it’s like and knows they’re just normal people like him, people he’s met even. It’s still a rush and the fact that he gets to share it with Liam just makes it that much better, so in the end he doesn’t really care how Liam got them, he’s just happy he did.

~

“We have a pool now?” he says, flabbergasted. He’s standing just outside their patio doors where their patio used to be and where there’s now a sparkling, bright blue in-ground pool complete with floaties and a diving board and a jacuzzi on one side and poolside chairs and everything.

“I figure we’ve got one at the LA house, why not here, too? Plus you were always mentioning how we didn’t have much use for a patio. Now we’ll actually have an excuse to come out here more, maybe keep our tans for longer than just the few weeks we usually spend in LA.”

“How did you even…?” he stares, too shocked to even get the rest of his question out.

“Internet,” Liam says quickly.

“But…I was only gone three days.”

“They, um…work fast.”

“By fast do you mean superspeed? Because this is mental…three days, Liam. Three days. Seventy-two hours ago we had a patio, some concrete slabs with a tiny flower garden in one corner and a few chairs on top. Now we have a whole in-ground pool with pool chairs and a diving board and a jacuzzi?”

“They’re a very…specialized company. Like those movers that promise to have all of your stuffed moved out in twenty-four hours no matter how much stuff you have? They’re like that but…with pool construction and stuff.”

Zayn can’t do anything but blink.

~

“A new television? What was wrong with the old one?”

“Nothing…just this one’s way bigger…and it can play in 3D.”

Zayn didn’t even think they sold televisions this large. It’s nearly the size of a cinema screen except it’s clearly still an actual television and not just a screen. But he can’t imagine something like this fitting inside a regular electronics store.

“Where did you even find it?”

“Um…Internet.”

~

“Where’d all these new guitars come from?”

“Internet.”

“And the skateboards?”

“Internet.”

“And you got all this for me?”

Liam nods.

“Babe, that’s really sweet but…where are we gonna fit all this?”

“I may have also…expanded the shed a bit.”

Zayn walks past to him to one of the living room windows, the one facing the backyard, and finds the shed is now twice the size it was before and his eyes go wide.

~

“Where’d all this new gym equipment come from?” he says when he comes home one day to find Liam in the middle of a workout surrounded by completely new, way more complicated looking exercise contraptions.

“Um…Internet.”

~

“The fridge cleans itself? And sends a grocery list to your phone every week of what you need to restock? Where do they even sell something like that?”

“Uh…Internet.”

~

“We have a self-locking door now? Where did you—”

“Internet.”

~

“I don’t understand. You’re saying this new washer and dryer detects what kind of clothes you’ve put in and automatically sets itself to the right settings? How—”

“Internet.”

(Read chapter two here if for whatever reason you want more of this sleep-deprived trash of a fic lol)

Rant - Rise of the Isle of the Lost

(alternative title: i read rise of the isle of the lost so you don’t have to)

first off i’m probably biased but if you got something out of my opinions in the past then maybe you’ll find this interesting as well.

there are spoilers, obviously, but if you ask me, you really don’t have to read the book, save your money. (i put a short summary under the cut so you know what’s going on)

i’m gonna be honest this turned more into “i’m picking this book apart” than just a rant lmao. i blame the excessive amount of cinemasins i’ve been watching over the past few days.

and be warned - this is gonna be LONG and not very nice.

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Heartbreaks

[ IDK if you’ve done this before but Josh n y/n breakup for a stupid reason(I was thinking issues online or smth) and it starts to take a toll on the band (try can tell) and Jenna is back at home w y/n and she can tell it’s hurting y/n so they get back together? - Anonymous]

[A / N - Guys this is almost 3,000 words!!! I’m so sorry that it’s so long, but I hope you enjoy it!]


You were sitting in your living room one afternoon, just browsing through your accounts on Facebook and Tumblr, occasionally laughing at the odd post. It was dreary outside and you had the tv on just for background noise, curled up on the couch with a blanket. Your family was posting photos of their kids and occasional recipes that they said they would make, but never actually did. You quickly got bored and closed the app, clicking on Instagram. 

Everything was alright at first, celebrities posting weird photos like they usually did. But then you saw a photo Josh posted, and it seemed harmless. It was just him on stage with his drums and it looked like maybe Tyler had taken it. You smiled to yourself, immediately liking the photo, happy that your boyfriend of three months was having the time of his life. You were upset when you couldn’t go on tour with them like Jenna could, your work preventing you from even taking more than a week vacation every year. Plus, you knew that the store you worked at would be completely devastated if you left, and you really didn’t feel like putting so much pressure on Josh to financially support you. It was a little bit too early in your relationship for that.

You clicked on the comments under the photo, always interested to see what the fans had to say. But you immediately regretted your decision. Of course there were the fans that supported Josh, congratulating him on a job well done and people saying that Twenty One Pilots saved their life. You couldn’t say anything bad about that because Twenty One Pilots saved your life as well, in more ways than one. 

But then there were those nasty comments asking Josh about you. They were overall just negative, people saying how ugly you were, that you two didn’t make a cute couple, and that Josh should break up with you. Some even asked if Josh had broken up with you, others responding to those comments with a ‘I hope he did’. 

It broke your heart, tears forming in your eyes, when you closed the app, throwing your phone on the coffee table. You brought your knees up to  your chest, hugging them tightly as you buried your face into your legs, letting the tears fall. You knew that it was stupid to let the comments get to you like this, but the fans meant so much to you and you wanted to get on their good side. To let them see that you really did care about Josh. But apparently they couldn’t see that. 

It felt like ages before you stopped crying, the room already dark enough that you needed to turn on a light. Instead you just sat there, wiping your eyes with your sleeves, sniffling. You uncurled yourself, glancing at your phone on the coffee table. You picked it up and saw that you had missed calls and texts from both Josh and Tyler. You didn’t even bother to look at them, immediately going through your comments until you found Josh’s number. You clicked it and then clicked the call button, sighing as you brought it up to your ear, already knowing that you had to go through with this plan. 

It rang four times before you heard a groggy “Hello” from the other end. You felt bad for waking Josh up, just now realizing the time zone difference.
“Hey Josh.” You heard some rustling and a yawn on the other end, Josh coughing slightly. You figured that he was sitting up as much as he could in his bunk on the tour bus. Or maybe they had gotten a hotel for that night. You weren’t sure. 

“Hey y/n, are you alright?” His voice still sounded groggy, but not as much now. You could just see him now, running a hand through his hair and glancing at the time on a clock. 

“Ye…yeah. No. Actually no. I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” You sighed, slouching down into the couch, pulling the blanket around your shoulders.
“Wait, what can’t you do? Y/n, talk to me please.” 

“I can’t date you right now. I’m…I’m so sorry.” You’re voice broke as tears streamed down your face. You absolutely hated doing this to Josh but you couldn’t handle what the fans were saying about you. 

He started to respond but you ended the call, throwing your phone to the opposite end of the couch. You quietly got up, dropping the blanket to the floor and headed to your bedroom. You stripped down to your underwear and climbed in between the sheets, hiccupping slightly as you felt your pillow absorb your tears. You couldn’t believe that you actually broke up with Josh but it had been done. The damage couldn’t be undone now.

—-

It had been a week since you broke up with Josh. He called you multiple times every day, your phone even receiving calls from Tyler every once in a while. But you ignored them all, trying to keep yourself from crying as you hit the end button on every single one. 

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand as you turned down the street you lived on, hand gripping the wheel so hard your knuckles turned white. You were sniffling when you approached your driveway, pausing as you realized there was a car parked in front of your garage. 

You slowly pulled up behind the black car, figuring that maybe it was one of the neighbors. But that thought dissipated when the driver door of the car opened as soon as you put your car in park. You saw a flash of blond hair, quickly realizing who it was, you almost put your car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway. Instead, you shut the engine off, grabbing your purse as you opened the door. 

Jenna made her way to the front of your car, arms crossed over her chest as she watched you climb out of your car. You knew that she saw your puffy face, red from crying all the way home. You tried to give her a smile, to tell her that you were some what okay. But as soon as the door to your car slammed shut and Jenna reached for your purse, you broke down in tears. She grabbed your purse, putting it on her arm as she gently pulled you into a hug, rocking back and forth. 

You cried into her shoulder, feeling slightly awkward because you didn’t know her all that well. Sure you both hung out but it was always with Josh and Tyler too. She pulled away slightly, moving her thumb across your cheek to wipe away some of the tears. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down, closing your eyes briefly. Jenna pulled you into another hug, rubbing your back. You were so thankful that she was here, to be honest. You didn’t know how you had made it through the past week without anyone to lean on. But now Jenna was here, for how long you didn’t know, but you were going to piece yourself back together with her help. 

“C’mon, let’s go inside.” She pulled away, linking her arm with yours and pulled you towards your house. Once at the door, she handed your keys to you and you fumbled with the lock. You blushed slightly finally getting the door open. You walked inside, Jenna right beside you as you walked into the dining room. Jenna put your purse on the table, toeing off her shoes as she made her way to the kitchen without a word. You were left to your thoughts as you placed your keys in your purse, toeing off your own shoes, absentmindedly watching as they flew underneath the table. Pots and pans were heard in the kitchen, cupboards opening and closing, and you walked into the room wondering just exactly what Jenna was doing. 

She had a pot on the stove, scraping a can of chunky soup into it, while on another burner was the tea kettle. It was already whistling and she put the can down on the counter, grabbing a mug and pouring the hot water into it, placing a tea bag in. She turned to you and placed it on the counter closest to you, gesturing for you to take it. You slowly walked over to it, wrapping your hands around the mug. 

“Why?” Your voice was hoarse from crying all day. Jenna glanced at you sideways, stirring the pot of soup, sighing. 

“We need to talk about some things. But you also need to eat, so we’re going to talk over dinner.” You glanced at the clock on the microwave noting that it wasn’t even four in the afternoon yet. You honestly didn’t feel like eating, you didn’t think you had the strength to. You knew that you should though because you barely ate at all this week. 

Your stomach growled against all your protests and you gave up, setting your tea down on the counter before you walked over to a cupboard and pulled out two bowls. You grabbed two spoons out of the dish drainer on your way back to the stove. Jenna thanked you and filled the bowls with the soup. You both headed to the dining room, sitting down at the table. You pulled out your chair, moving your purse to the other end and kicking your shoes farther underneath the table so neither of you would trip over them when sitting down.

“Josh is devastated. I can see that clearly you are as well.” You looked down at the table, quickly stuffing a spoonful of hot soup into your mouth. You winced as it burned your tongue but it tasted really good, sighing as it went down your throat. “You didn’t give him much reason as to why you broke up with him.” 

You shook your head, placing the spoon back in the bowl. “It’s a stupid reason.” You stared as the vegetables moved around in the bowl before finally settling down. Jenna scoffed next to you. 

“It can’t be that stupid.” You glanced at her sideways, giving her a look that clearly said that it was stupid. But she just furrowed her brows at you, confusion evident on her face.

“I read the Instagram comments.”

“Oh honey.” She placed a hand on your shoulder, her soup long forgotten. “Don’t do that. Heck I can’t even bring myself to open Instagram half the time because of all the hate I get. There are thousands of people out there that are so heartbroken because we ‘stole’ their boyfriends.”

You nodded, shrugging her hand off your shoulder. You watched it drop to the table as you hung you head, closing your eyes. “I messed up and I hate it.  I wish I could take it all back.” 

“You can.”

“No I can’t. Josh probably thinks I’m an idiot ad wouldn’t want to get back together with me because he’s probably afraid that I’ll just pull the same shit with him again.” You slouched in your chair, absolutely defeated, rubbing your eyes as you tried not to cry.

“I’m one hundred percent sure that Josh will take you back. He hasn’t been the same since you broke up. He’s been off with his drumming on the stage and sleeping the day away when off the stage. It’s like he’s dead and, honestly, it’s killing Tyler, which is killing me.” 

You sighed, knowing that you really messed up. You hated that it was making Tyler upset and, in turn, making Jenna sad. You hated to see any of them hurt, and you hated that it was all your fault. 

“I need to talk to Josh.” Jenna nodded her head but stopped your hand when you went to reach for your purse to pull your phone out. You gave her a confused look and she shook her head, standing up from the table, pulling you along with her. 

“Josh is on a plane right now. You need to get some sleep.” She began pulling you towards your bedroom, you protests failing to do anything to get you out of her grasp. She pushed you into your bedroom, making you sit on your bed while she rummaged through your dresser. You blushed as you realized that she had to go through your lingerie before she got to the bottom of the drawer, pulling out an old over sized shirt. She didn’t say anything about the lingerie and so you put it in the back of your mind, remembering that she was a married woman. 

Jenna said goodnight to you, claiming that the couch was calling her name, and she left you alone in your room. You changed, shrugging the shirt over your head as you climbed into your messy bed. You pulled the covers over your head as you realized that it wasn’t even six in the evening before you fell asleep, sunlight pouring on your face. 

—-

You woke up to the sound of the front door being closed. There was shuffling and quiet voices traveled down the hallway. You wondered who it could be as you rolled over in bed, stretching your arms above your head. You got out from under your covers, making sure the shirt you wore was pulled down over your butt as you made your way out of your bedroom. 

It was dark now, had to be about ten or eleven at night,  and you groped your way down the hall. You rounded the corner and light flooded into the kitchen from the living room. You rubbed your eyes as you noticed another pair of keys on the dining table, along with two extra pairs of shoes that you knew weren’t Jenna’s. 

You quietly made your way into the living room, pausing as you saw Josh , Tyler, and Jenna sitting on the couch. Jenna was alert, the first one to notice you. She looked better than she had when she first arrived, obviously having gotten some sleep. Tyler’s head was on her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her middle. He was half awake, content enough to just fall asleep sitting up. Josh looked the worst, heavy bags under his eyes, his arm propping his head up on the arm of the couch. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were puffy, like he had been crying himself.

“Hey.” It was quiet but everyone turned their heads to you, Josh immediately moving himself to the edge of the couch. He looked more alert now, his eyes filled with sadness when he looked at you. You took a step forward and Josh got off the couch, making his way to you with outstretched arms. You let him pull you into a hug when you walked up to him, you body relaxing as he crushed you to him. You wrapped your arms around him, whispering “I’m sorry” over and over into his chest. You began crying, dark spots forming on his wrinkled shirt, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was just being with Josh and feeling safe with his arms around you. 

“Jenna told me what happened.” You looked up at him, tears streaking down your face and he brought his hand up, cupping your face. “Babe, it’s okay. I’m so sorry.”

“Why…why are you sorry? I’m the one who should be sorry.” You were hiccuping at this point, borderline hysterics, tears following down your face uncontrollably. 

“Because I never told you that I love you. I love you so much y/n that I can’t even function when we’re apart.” 

“I love you, too.” You buried your face into his chest, a smile on your face as you hugged him with all your might. He chuckled, running his fingers through your hair, kissing the top of your head. 

“Y/n, will you be my girlfriend, again?” You leaned back, looking him in the eyes. Tears threatened to spill down his own face and to Tyler and Jenna it must have looked like a horrible love story, a minimal budget movie that the producers didn’t really care about. But to you, this moment was everything you had been hoping for this whole week. 

“Yes.”


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Perfect Plan (part two)

requested: a second part to my imagine Perfect Plan

author’s note: alright, so I got many messages, and comments, and asks about me writing a second part to my imagine, Perfect Plan, so here you all go, hope it’s as good as part one! 

you can find part one right here and you can find part three right here



The plan went well. Very well. You and Shawn had been dating for two whole months. It was nice, he was nice, the relationship was nice. Other than the fact that you couldn’t look through any of your social media feeds due to the fact that hundreds of thousands of teenage girls are sending you death threats because you ‘stole the love of their life.’ You and Shawn didn’t exactly plan on telling people for a while, but someone somehow got a photo of Shawn kissing you before he came out for meet and greets or something. No one was quite sure how in the world that fan or security guard or whoever it was that invaded your privacy, got that photo of you and Shawn, but they caused a whole lot of strain. 

Not a whole bunch, you fixed all of that strain, your relationship with Shawn was very strong. You were happy. He may just be the one. You enjoyed his company, and everything was fine. He had just surprised you with a trip over, obviously very guilty after you had a bad fight. He did everything you asked and was basically the perfect boyfriend. Everything was fine. 

But JUST with Shawn. You and Camila were not exactly on the best terms to say the least. Camila always got mad, saying both you and Shawn ignored her for one another. She wasn’t a huge fan of the relationship, she said the reason being she didn’t want to loose her best friends. You just thought that Camila was being rude, or jealous, or something, so you didn’t put much thought into it, and neither did Shawn. 

“Hey darling.” Shawn whispered in your ear, which sounds a lot easier than it was, considering the position you were both in. You were holding onto his torso and his arms were wrapped around your shoulders whilst sitting on your couch. You lived in LA and he lived in Canada, so whenever you or Shawn came to visit you were both with one another 24/7. Which also annoyed Camila, that when Shawn came visiting LA, where she also lived, he never hung out with her, only you. But you both didn’t think much of it. 

“Yeah?” You answer, looking up into his eyes. His eyes sent you into another world, and for a moment you totally forgot that he had asked you something and you started to lean into his lips. He stopped you with starting to talk. His breath smelled like blueberry muffins, since you had both just made a batch and he had eaten like, four. 

“I need to tell you something.” He whispers. His voice was intoxicating, sweet and velvety. You barely even comprehended what he had just said. So you nodded, barely even knowing what in the world he had just said. “I’m making a new song…” He says. You are instantly snapped out of your haze of Shawn. 

“Oh, really?” You asked, slightly confused. You and Shawn talked about the songs on his revisited album. He was coming out with four songs on it, Running Low, Memories, and Act Like You Love Me of just him songs, and he had asked you to play piano backgrounds for a song he wrote for you called, Darling. It was his endearing name for you. It’s not like he needed permission from you for what songs are put on it, it’s just he already told you exactly what he was putting on it. 

“Yeah, its a collaboration.” He said, with a nervous smile. You lifted an eyebrow. 

“You’re having two collaborations on this?” You question, knowing this was a risky move, and it was also risky added five new songs to this revisit. 

“Well, not exactly.” You felt your heart drop. He was putting a song with someone else rather than you. It hurt, and you didn’t understand why. 

“Oh, well then who are you doing it with?” You question, pulling away from him and sitting on the other side of the couch, crossing your arms. His face drooped when you moved to the other side. 

“Don’t get mad.” He pleaded, scooting closer and he took your hands. You snapped them away, just a little too rudely. But you didn’t care, Shawn was backing out on the song he wrote you. And he took away this opportunity from you. 

“Just tell me, Shawn.” You snapped, folding your arms over your chest. 

“I’m doing it with Camila.” He blurts out. You couldn’t believe it. Your best friend went behind your back and did a collaboration with your boyfriend and didn’t tell you. Even worse, your boyfriend was okay with it. He was one hundred percent on board with leading you on for who knows how long and doing a song with your best friend. 

“Get out.” You demand. You said it before you could regret it, and you knew for sure you wanted Shawn off of your couch. You weren’t sure if this Camila thing was going to work out. You needed to think it through, and you weren’t going to do that with Shawn here. 

“Wha-” You cut him off before he can even finish a word. 

“Get out!” You yell, and Shawn gets up insanely fast. He scurries to his shoes and grabs his keys and basically sprints out of the door. You weren’t sure what you were going to do. You were very close to just ending it with Shawn and letting Camila just have him all to herself. She sure was more upset about the idea of possibly loosing Shawn than loosing you, so he obviously meant much more to her than you ever will. So in the spur of the moment you picked up for phone and dialed Camila’s number. She answered in less than two rings. 

“Hey, I thought you were with Sh-” You were in no mood for small talk so you stopped her before she could even utter his name. 

“You went behind my back.” You choked out. It was hard to say out loud. 

“Y/n, just get over yourself. It’s a song.” She scoffs. 

“He’s MY boyfriend, Camila. Why can’t you accept that? Why are you so jealous?”  The moment that word was uttered you heard her fuming.

“You know what y/n, i AM jealous. I love Shawn, so much more than you ever will. I love him and always have, and he loves me more than you. Has he slept with you yet? I didn’t think so.” She spits. And your head starts to whirl. That’s why he surprised you with a trip over. That’s why he seemed so guilty. That’s why he has been acting suspicious. Camila hasn’t been distant from Shawn at all, she has just been trying to get you two to break up. That’s what he did that night you had a fight. No wonder Camila wasn’t home. She was working on that song and sleeping with your boyfriend. You couldn’t believe it. You hung up on Camila and ran upstairs to your bedroom and looked at all the photos on your wall with Shawn. Tears burned in the back of your eyes, and before you knew it impulses overtook your body completely. You tore every last photo on the wall to shreds, broke the frame you put up. Paper and glass and wood flew around, and you didn’t even care when you felt a piece of glass cut into your leg. You didn’t care there was blood. All you could think about was Shawn betrayed you a whole lot more than you had thought. 

You walked over to your keyboard, stepping on broken wood and glass, careful not to cut your foot because you already stained your hardwood floor with the blood of you calf. You finally made it to your keyboard, blood still dripping down your leg and you picked up a few pieces of sheet music. The top of the sheets said, Darling.

You couldn’t see anymore due to the tears gathering in your eyes, but you heard the rip of the sheet music. You sure as hell weren’t his darling anymore. 


author’s note: oh god this was awful, my friend wrote some of this btw. but it wasn’t great, sorry to disappoint all of you who liked part one. but maybe a part three would make it better? idk man it may need one to redeem it. 

Our Secret Meetings:Part 3

Hey, guys, are these stories lacking anything for you? Like, idk, more detailed thoughts? I wanted these prompts to be more so descriptive and simple as if they were being shown in the show itself, so if any of you were wondering why I never put much detail into their thought process, now you know why, but if you’d like for me to go in depth, I could give it a try. Let’s see how I do? (THIS ONE HAS PICTURES! YAY! but with no backgrounds…yaaay)

Two hungry hedgehogs sat together, enjoying their afternoon lunch, one having a chili dog and the other a healthy fruit salad. Twas a date, but no one was aware.

“You know, Sonic, there are other food choices besides a chili dog.”

“Now, why would you point out the obvious when you already know my next response?” Sonic said as he leaned on one elbow, gradually taking another bite of his chili dog to make his point.

Amy rolled her eyes and huffed. “You’re such a pig.”

“But I’m your pig~” Sonic winked.

Amy attempted to keep an annoyed expression but couldn’t help but giggle. “I think I’d prefer a hog instead of a pig.”

Sonic flashed a cheeky smile in response. Amy still couldn’t get over how cute he could be sometimes. The Sonic she knew before they dated was never this silly. And yet they were getting closer every day. The more they hung out together, the more she began to see parts of him that she never even knew existed. He was goofier, expressive, protective, mindful, and definitely more affectionate. Among all these things, Amy found herself drawn to one particular new trait in him that seemed to outweigh the others.

“So, Sonic, you think it’d be a good time to let them know soon?”

Sonic stopped sipping his drink and looked to her questionably. “Ames, haven’t we already talked about this?”

“I know I know, it’s just…well, I feel like it’s been long enough and I really don’t thin-”

“Amy, it’s been a month and four days. They can wait a little longer.” He said as he waved his hand dismissively and took a sip of his drink.

“Awww you’re counting~” Amy gushed as she clasped her hands together to her cheek.

Sonic blushed and cleared his throat. “Don’t change the subject, missy. We’re sticking to the original plan. No one has to know about you and me.”

“What about you and Amy?” Knuckles suddenly comes out of nowhere, over-hearing the previous line.

Amy gives Sonic a look as to say ‘Well, what are ya gonna say?’ Sonic turns to Knuckles nervously and tries to quickly think of something. “U-uh, well, it’s a-a secret. Yeah, and uh, we’ve been sworn to secrecy due to…” his eyes wondered around and landed on Barker the wolf who’s supposedly a lawyer today.“..a binding contract!” He yelled as he threw a finger up dramatically. Amy hid her laughter behind her hand, enjoying Sonic’s failed attempt at lying to Knuckles. He was trying way too hard.

“Oh. Okay! Sooo what are you guys havin today?” Knuckles sat beside Sonic casually and clasped his hands together on the table.

“Well, there’s this new hot dog with cheddar cheese and jalepe-”

Amy cleared her throat in an obvious attempt to get Sonic’s attention. He turned to her and blinked in confusion before she shook her head. Sonic lowered a brow until it clicked that they were on a date.

“Ohhh, ya know what, I think they’re out of those today. Maybe you should come back tomorrow and try it, k?” Sonic said as casually as his acting skills would let him.

Knuckles shrugged. “Who says I had to get anything new anyways. I’ll just get my regular. Duh.”

Sonic looked to Amy who was steadily growing irritated. Sonic mouthed 'I got this’ before he turned to Knuckles and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Ya know, Knuckles, we still have that race coming up this weekend. It’d be a shame if, oh I don’t know, you weren’t in shape to race me.” He chuckled as a sinister grin etched on his muzzle.

Knuckles thought for a few seconds before he shrugged. “It’s Monday. I got time.”

Sonic scoffed at the idea that Knuckles was even confident enough that he had a winning chance. He brushed it off, letting his ego cool down and spoke again. “Have you forgotten who you’re dealing with?” An idea suddenly surfaced. “You’re racing the 'Luck’ meister. 'Course, I don’t really need that, considering I’m the fastest thing around anyways. You couldn’t possibly think you’d be able to beat-”

“OH YEAH?! I’ll show you, ya blue rodent!” Knuckles huffed and stomped off grumbling to himself.

Amy watched in astonishment before she turned to Sonic who looked quite pleased with himself. “Sonic, did you really have to hit his weak spot. You know how he is about the luck balance theory.”

Sonic scratched inside of his ear and flicked some wax. “Hey, what can I say? Don’t hate the player, hate the game. Not my fault he picked the wrong game with the best player.”

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Space Oddity

Bellarke prompt: we live in adjacent apartments and the walls are really thin, so I hear you sing every morning in the shower at 6:30 and you’re actually really good and I stand next to the wall and sing the next lyric just to see what would happen” au

It was six thirty in the morning. On a Sunday. A day he usually didn’t have to work and could thus sleep long, the only day he didn’t have to wake up at the infuriating buzzing of his phone against the nightstand. So normally Bellamy would rage against anything or anyone who dared to disturb his precious and well-earned sleep. He really was not a pleasant person when being woken up unnecessarily. 

On this particular morning though, the patter of water against tiles stirred him from his peaceful slumber. He felt the annoyance creep up in him before he was fully awake. The sounds came from the other side of the wall that his bed was standing against, apparently the bathroom of the apartment next to his, which until last week had been empty since he moved into the building. 

Great, he thought, he was now be able to hear his new neighbour in their bathroom. In his bed. A neighbour who, apparently, had some fucked up biorhythm that made him have showers at six thirty on a Sunday morning. 

He opened his eyes, glaring furiously at the ceiling, contemplating if he should get up and say something or just wait it out. His neighbour (whom he had yet to meet) was probably already in the shower though, so going over and knocking at this particular moment probably wouldn’t be very effective. 

So waiting then. What was he going to say anyway, could you please not take a shower in the earliest hours on a Sunday morning? Which in his opinion was a completely legitimate request, but then again it wasn’t his neighbours fault that the bloody walls of this bloody building were so bloody thin. It was not like either of them could afford moving to a proper, normal building with normal walls and functioning central heating. If they could, they most definitely would. 

Bellamy sighed and turned in his bed, forcing his eyes shut and trying to drift back into sleep, relaxing against his pillow and taking a deep breath. The rush of water was calming after a while and soon he was dozing off again into a light slumber, when the person on the other side of the wall began to sing. 

His eyes snapped back open. Now that really was unnecessary! 

He let out an exasperated sigh and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. That was it. Seemed like he wasn’t going to get any more sleep today. He considered knocking against the wall, but that would make him feel even more like a grumpy old grandpa (whom he already resembled in way too many ways, as Octavia liked to point out).

He groaned, why did this have to happen on a Sunday, on his Sunday! Any day of the week it would have been fine, he had to get up at six o’clock every other day of the week, and the one day he could sleep longer just had to be the day for this neighbour to get up at six in the morning.

He was so fed up that at first he didn’t notice that singing of the person – female person, judging by the voice – was actually pretty damn good. When he listened a little closer though he couldn’t help but be impressed. The voice was deep and raspy and actually quite hot, singing in a low key and obviously either not caring about or not aware of anyone being able to hear her. 

And then of course it was what. He would have never thought The Smiths could sound so sexy. When he caught himself smiling at the voice trying to imitate Morriseys accent and failing brilliantly he quickly shook his head – listening to his neighbour in the shower was beyond creepy, even more than his usual loner traits Octavia always teased him about, and so he got up.

He hovered for a second, not used to having the whole morning he usually slept through free to do whatever he wanted. His shift at Grounders didn’t start until the evening, and Octavia usually didn’t drop by before three o’clock. He thought about going for a run, but one look outside his bedroom window had him reconsider, there was deluge of rain washing down the glass and the trees bent under a heavy wind. He trudged into the kitchen, starting brewing coffee and turned on the radio.

After several minutes zapping through the programs and growing more and more frustrated with every One Direction or Bruno Mars song that seemed tune constantly on every channel, until he eventually just turned it off again. 

When he went back into his room to get changed into T-Shirt and Sweatpants (if he was going to spend the morning lazing around then he would at least do it properly) he could still hear the water running on the other side. He cursed the building and its paper-thin walls, but hesitated again at the sound of the voice starting again.

She had changed the song and was now singing Space Oddity and Bellamy couldn’t help but grin to himself. At least his new neighbour seemed to have a good taste in music. He went back to his coffee on the stove, continuing to hum the tune to himself and he was surprised that he didn’t even seem to mind that much having been woken up so early. The prospect of a lazy Sunday morning with hot coffee and music and maybe a short episode of history channel was actually kind of appealing.

When he reached the chorus of the song Bellamy was outright singing and he bobbed his head while bawling out: “This is ground control to Major Tom, you’ve really made the grade”. Brilliant song! He though appreciatively. 

He almost spilt his coffee when all of a sudden a voice from the other side of the wall answered “and the papers want to know whose shirts you wear”. He looked around frantically, feeling the heat rise to his face, even though the person on the other side of the wall couldn’t see him.

How the fuck had she heard him?! She must have gotten out of the shower and moved to another room, the one that was adjacent to his small kitchen, and of course, why should the walls here be any thicker than the one separating his bedroom from his neighbour’s bathroom? After the first shock he snorted at the situation. He paused, considering singing the next line but then he felt too stupid, singing to the blank wall, so instead he searched through the stack of CDs on the counter and, after finding what he was looking for, put the record into the CD-Player beside the toaster.

A few seconds later the first guitar sounds started playing and Bowies voice sounded through the morning air. He turned it up a little, grinning to himself and then started roaming the drawers for some toast. He wondered what his neighbour was doing on the other side of the wall, if she was listening, if she was alone or with someone, and tried to shake off the weird, almost amicable feeling he seemed to be developing towards this person. It was weird, he hadn’t even met her, and he was starting to see what Octavia meant when she said that living all on his own turned him into an old creepy person.

He jumped when he heard a rap at his front door. He automatically glanced at the wall beside him and back to the door. For a second he hesitated, but after a moment he shook his head at himself being ridiculous and got up.

When he opened the door he faced a woman in a grey hoody, yoga pants and blond hair, still damp from the shower. She was about the same age, but smaller and shorter than him, so that she had to tilt her head back a little. The first thing Bellamy realised was that she was incredibly pretty, with deep blue eyes that were sizing him up curiously, a small smile spreading across her face. “Hey,” she said brightly, “I’m Clarke, I’m…”, she trailed off, obviously not knowing how to finish the sentence, since they had just sung to each other through a wall.

Her voice was the same low key she had sung in and was a slightly hoarse ring to it. He realised that he was just staring at her dumbly, so he cleared his throat and nodded. “The Smiths girl”, he finished tentatively, and couldn’t help but grin at the strangeness of the situation.

“Oh god you heard that too did you?”, Clarke seemed pretty much unfazed, although her cheeks seemed a little pinker than before.

“I didn’t know there were people with such a good taste in music living in this building”, he couldn’t help but tease a little.

She grinned back at him, and he like that, the way she seemed to not mind at all that he had heard her. “I just moved in last week, I’ve been meaning to introduce myself, but I actually just got home from a nightshift”, she explained and he noticed the way her eyes were studying his face appreciatively.

“You must be really tired,” was the only thing he knew to say to that and felt stupid, but the girls smile widened and only then did he notice the bag from the bakers in her hand.

“Actually”, she quipped, “I was just going to grab a bite to eat, the last coffee hasn’t really worn off yet so I couldn’t sleep now if I wanted to”.

Her eyes were challenging him and for a second he hesitated, unsure where this was heading, but then decided he didn’t care, that he would like to know more about this girl, and didn’t Octavia always insist on the importance of good relationships between neighbours? So he said, “Well I was just about to have breakfast, if you want to come in?”

David Bowie was still chiming in the background and the air smelled like coffee and bread. Clarke smiled and even though her “yeah, sure” sounded casual he saw the twinkling in her eyes as she stepped forward. 

He answered her smile and stepped aside to let her in, and as she brushed past him he had the feeling that waking up so early may not have been such a bad thing after all.