underground-garage

a small group ( like 8 muses) about an underground/garage/indie rock band living the sex drugs and rock n roll dream even tho they are barely making ends meet cus they’re all broke and their gigs don’t pay a lot but they are young and dumb and havin the time of their lives if you would be into a plot like that pls like this :)

Donald Trump ­actually kicked us out of his hotel once. You wouldn’t believe it. It was about [meeting] his daughter. He phoned up our manager and we were asleep. He said, ‘Well, wake them up’ and I was like ‘No’ and then he wouldn’t let us use the underground garage. Obviously in New York we can’t really go outside. New York is ruthless for us. So he was like, ‘OK, then I don’t want you in my hotel.’ So we had to leave.
—  Liam for Rollacoaster magazine 
­Donald Trump actually kicked [One Direction] out of his hotel once. You wouldn’t believe it. It was about [meeting] his daughter. He phoned up our manager and we were asleep. He said, ‘Well, wake them up’ and I was like ‘No’ and then he wouldn’t let us use the underground garage. Obviously in New York we can’t really go outside. New York is ruthless for us. So he was like, ‘OK, then I don’t want you in my hotel.’ So we had to leave.
—  Liam to Rollacoaster Magazine (via thedailypayne)
Mr. Min - Chapter 01

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 8641

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, light breath play, cum play, punishment, demeaning names

A/N: I ended up having to split this chapter in two because it was getting so long.  I hope you enjoy it anyways!

Prologue - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05

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Ghost (I Don't Hear The Voices Anymore) [First Draft Home Demo]
Super Movies
Ghost (I Don't Hear The Voices Anymore) [First Draft Home Demo]

she said,
“I don’t hear the voices anymore,
And I know just what it takes to make you sad.
If you knew me,
You’d know I don’t see the faces anymore
And I know just what it takes to make you mad.
If you loved me,
You wouldn’t leave.”

Ghost (I don’t hear the voices anymore) by @supermoviesband

What Life Is [2/4]

It grew guys. It grew and grew.

Part two of my CSSS gift to @littlebabeswan who wanted fake dating and Will Scarlett and got this instead. Tagging also @cat-sophia @lenfaz and @profoundlyfadedprincess because you asked and are super kind people.

All credit to the wonderful ladies of the CS Writers’ Hub for the sprints, encouragement, and general tomfoolery.

This part 5.6k. Rated M (eventually). Part one is HERE.

It’s not the most auspicious start to a marriage. Or a business merger, for that matter.

Regina meets them in the cool of the underground garage, where the harsh lights emphasize Emma’s hangover pale skin and the scuff marks in the bug’s bright yellow paint.

“Is this the transport you lay on for all your honoured guests?” huffs Will as he tries to extract himself from the back seat. “No wonder you need a fucking shipping company!”

“How sweet,” Regina drawls as he finally makes it out. “You brought a pet.”

Killian’s mouth twists in annoyance.

“I brought my business manager.”

“Him?” Regina scoffs, and folds her arms, shooting Emma a look that she knows well. It’s the one that says we’ve got this in the bag. “Let’s get inside, shall we? I can tell we have much to…” she looks down at Will - a real skill being so much shorter - and smiles. “Discuss.”

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dumped
nouns
dumped

nouns | dumped

(i was the nicest boyfriend you cared about your tumblr more than me and i fucking hate your guts but i haven’t told you in order to preserve your stupid fucking invalid feelings also all my friends thought you were mean)

i feel so stupid
so depressed
i don’t know why
i need more friends
i want more friends

Shawn Mendes-Paparazzi

Requested: anonymous

Word Count: 743
Warnings: N/A
Summary: You and Shawn try to squeeze by the paparazzi to your hotel. But one move on their part, sets Shawn off.
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Shawn gets out of his car and walks to the passenger side to get you out.
Luckily you two were in an underground garage in Toronto where the fans weren’t knowing of. The paps though, knew and were blinding you and Shawn while the bodyguards had their sunglasses on as they got to you and the young singer.

Shawn opened the passenger door and extended his hand to you.
You pop your legs out after taking his hand and accepting his help out of his car.

Shawn beeps his car to a lock and pockets his keys before properly lacing his fingers with yours.

A body guard was behind, infront and beside you both.
The crazy paparazzi call your names and ask for you to look at the camera.
But you and Shawn keep your gaze to the ground as you both try to make your way to the hotel Shawn booked for two nights.
It would maybe be a 5 minute walk.

The wind blew your hair back over your shoulders and gave you a slight chill from the misty air.
Shawn still kept a firm hold on your hand, not wanting to lose you.

A sudden pap manages to grasp your shoulder trying to get you to look at him, “Dont touch me!” You blurt out and shrug him off.
The bodyguard specifically beside you, hears and turns around to knock him back in place.
Shawn obviously hears too and stops to tell off the obnoxious pap.
“Excuse me. Excuse me” Shawn says, trying to remain calm as he looked at the man who took this opportunity to snap pictures.
“Shawn” you say gently, trying to soothe him. But he stood firm.
John, the bodyguard who was beside you, knocks the camera to the floor and smashes it.
“Hey man!” The guy booms.
“Look, you do not touch my lady” Shawn begins firmly, “I dont care what you do to me but dont ever think of laying a single digit on her again, you hear me?”.
With that, we continue forward.
It wasn’t long before fans noticed Shawn Mendes on the streets.
They start swarming around us, the bodyguards having to get more firm.

You lean into Shawn’s shoulder, trying to hide your cheek from the cold.
Shawn has his hoodie up but he is still able to look down to you to see that you’re okay.

“Shawn! Shawn! Can I get a picture!?”
“Selfie please!”
“Can you sign my shoe please!?”
“Shawn! Sign my shirt please!?”
The demands from fangirls were endless.
“I’ll be out later guys” Shawn says more nicely than moments ago, as we approach the hotel.
The girls scream in excitement and some start jumping with joy.
* * *
Our luggage was brought up to our room for us, it was too risky for us to do it ourselves.

I sprawl out on the king sized bed, tired from trying to dodge the media all day.
Shawn was talking to his mum on the phone.
But hung up soon after just saying we got here fine and planned dinner tonight at his parent’s.

Shawn comes over to my side of the bed and places a hand on the small of my back,
“Are you okay? The man didnt hurt you?”.
“Yeah, Im fine, Shawn” I tiredly reply.
“Okay, just making sure” he says and bends down to kiss my exposed cheek while the rest of my face was stuffed in a pillow.
He rises and drags his hand to my bum.
I get up from my stomach and turn to sit on my bum while grabbing his hand.
“Sit with me?” You ask and run your hands up his arm, just below the elbow.
“I promised the fans I was going to see them” he says with a cheeky grin, knowing how to bug you.
“Please. I really want Shawn cuddles” you pout with puppy eyes.
He playfully rolls his eyes and then crawls on the bed, more specifically; over and on top of you.
His palms rest on each side of your head as your lips lock and you pull him closer by the collar of his sweater.
It was a passionate kiss dominated by the ever so lustful Shawn Mendes.

“What ever happened to cuddling?” You ask with a smile.
“Changed the idea around” he replied inbetween kisses.

Jay Park - Taken by surprise

Originally posted by mapleofrph

When the elevator door opened with a chime, you rummaged in your bag for your car keys as you stepped out of the elevator. You finally found them in between all of the other things in your bag. You knew you carried around too many useless things with you, and you repeatedly told yourself to empty your bag, but you always forgot.



Fishing out your car keys, you walked straight towards your car at a fast pace. You couldn’t stand underground garages. They were scary, especially when the lights were flicking as if they would bite the dust soon.
 You quickened your pace and when you finally saw your car at the end of the garage, you dropped your tensed shoulders in relief.


You were only several meters away from your car, when you heard a loud cough echoing through the silence which sent shivers down your spine. For a moment, you just stood there rooted to the ground, before mustering up your courage and slowly turning you head around to the direction of the voice.

 Your eyes went wide and you dropped your car keys in surprise upon seeing a familiar figure cooly standing there with his back leaned against the white Bentley you knew too well.



“Jay!” You called out loud excitedly. A huge smile appearing on your face.

“Hey pretty,” he greeted you with a wink and opened his arms for you.



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So, basically, this is what that Liam quote is telling me

Donald Trump: *phones up 1D manager* I want te boys to meet my daughter

1D Manager: They’re asleep

Trump: Well, wake them up then!  

Liam: *actually asleep but also on the phone with Trump* No 

Trump: Then you are not allowed to use my underground garage 

1D: New York is ruthless for us, we can’t go out! 

Trump: Ok, then  I don’t want you at my hotel. 

1D: *leaves*

Am I the only one who thinks whatever Liam tells us there makes zero sense??? It’s all over the place

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Underground Carpark by Roberto Braam
Via Flickr:
Multi-storey car park Ossemarkt-Groningen, The Netherlands.