why do i know more about his guitarist then him now

anonymous asked:

i HAD NO IDEA GORILLAZ HAD PHASES AND STORYLINES could you try and explain them quickly for us new bbies getting into this fandom??

absolutely!!

so the WHOLE ENTIRE STORY of gorillaz is actually extremely ridiculously long and very very complicated and confusing so i am going to try my very hardest to sum everything up as best as i possibly can without missing too much

(also the “phases” don’t really mean much besides marking the different album releases, which is why you may have noticed the band members look different every few years)

phase 1 (celebrity takedown) started around 1999. before phase 1, there was only this guy:

murdoc niccals. on august 15th, 1997 (d-day), he wanted to steal music equipment so he crashed a car into a music store where this guy:

stuart tusspot (then in his young twenties) was working, and he hit stuart in the eye and sent him into a coma. murdoc was arrested, but rather than serving time he had to do a lot of community service and also take care of stuart while he was in his coma. murdoc being murdoc, he crashed his car a second time and sent stuart flying from the backseat, through the windshield and he hit his good eye on the concrete, which woke him from his vegetative state, thus “creating” the stuart you know today:

he was nicknamed 2D because he now has two “dents” in his head (which are actually 8-ball fractures if you wanted to know how this look could be possible). murdoc saw that 2D was really attractive and he could sing, so he made 2D the singer of his band

now, this is russel hobbs:

he was involved in a drive-by shooting when his best friend Del (Deltron 3030 irl):

was shot and killed. del possessed russel, thus turning his eyes completely white and haunting him from time to time when he plays the drums. he also raps in some of the gorillaz songs.

murdoc and 2D needed a drummer so they kidnapped russel and russel for some reason forgave them and agreed to be their drummer.

the guitarist for a short while was 2D’s girlfriend, Paula:

and together the four of them formed the band “GORILLA”:

and the only song they recorded together was “ghost train”. paula was kicked out of the band because russel caught her having sex with murdoc in the bathroom. they needed a new guitarist, so they sent out an ad in the paper. not too long later, this little angel arrived at their front door:

she saw the ad and fed-exed herself from osaka to kong studios:

in essex, england. she was only ten and she only knew one word: noodle. therefore, they named her noodle and they made her the guitarist because she was really really good.

thus, gorillaz was born:

then they made the first album around 2000, titled “gorillaz”. they released a bunch of music, music videos, interviews, merch, a completely interactive website where you could walk around their house, and they even released little shorts that were shown on MTV for a while. you can watch all of their videos and interviews on youtube. they won some awards too, and even performed live using holagrams.

{clint eastwood
19/2000

rock the house

tomorrow comes today
 (epilepsy warning)
live performance
 (epilepsy warning)
all “bites”
 (shorts shown on MTV)}

around 2002, they got a little tired of one another. lots of different personalities living under one roof. they faught a lot, especially murdoc and 2D (2D is not “all there” and he takes a lot of medication, murdoc is an asshole and abuses 2D CONSTANTLY). so they all left kong studios for a while, but not before releasing some b-sides (g-sides).

at the end of two years, murdoc ended up in a mexican prison, russel excorcised del’s soul from his body (but kept the white eyes), which sent him into a horrible depression, 2D got a job at his father’s amusement park, and noodle went back to osaka, japan to discover more about her past.

while in japan, noodle found out from some old dude that she was actually a part of some kind of organization that turns young children into war-machines (yeah, i know, fucking crazy, right?????). her memory had been erased by the old dude so that she could live a normal life, and when her memory was restored, she remembered everything, including how to speak fluent english. having found herself, she was the first one to go back to kong studios. she wrote most of the second album by herself before the others came back to kong and helped her out.

(btw, that is noodle’s pet monkey, mike. murdoc had a pet crow named cortez, and 2D had a pet dog named Prince, but no one knows what happened to them. keep reading)

this was around 2004 and would start phase 2 (slowboat to hades):

note the drastic style change. this phase was famous for its darker look, and the music became a lot darker in their second album, “demon days”.

idents
dirty harry

rockit

dare

feel good inc.

el manana

they released some more teasers (which were “filmed” during their two-year break), more music, more music vidoes, more live performances, and more merch. even some gorillaz games. very cute, very fun (especially if you have a dark sense of humor? there is one game in particular that has the murdoc/2D fans feeling some type of way lol). if you watch the videos and interviews, you can really tell how their personalities shift from phase to phase. also, this is the phase where the windmill island makes its first appearence:

and this is where things get very weird and very very complicated (especially for a cartoon band). in the feel good inc. music video (watch it), noodle is on this island and she is being chased by helicopters from afar.

in the el manana video (watch it now or you might be confused), however, noodle was supposed to get “shot” by the same helicopters before parachuting safely off of the island where she would then flee to the maldive islands to get away for a while (she just wanted a vacation but i guess she didn’t want people to find her). however, in the gorillaz autobiography, murdoc says that something completely different happened.

murdoc was trying to get some guy killed (i forget his name) because murdoc is a horrible guy who holds a lot of grudges. murdoc tricked this guy into hiding inside the windmill to wait for noodle to “die” so he could take her place. noodle did not know about ANY of this. she wasn’t going to get hurt either way because she was given a parachute. so when DIFFERENT helicopters (DIFFERENT PEOPLE THAT WERE NOT HIRED BY MURDOC OR GORILLAZ!) started shooting at her, TRYING to kill her, she freaked out and the windmill ended up crashing into a canal. there is a picture in the autobiography of her parachuting off the island, but no one knows where she went after she hit the ground. everyone searched for her, but no one could find her. at this point, murdoc was confused as well, but everyone assumed she still went to the maldives to mellow out—or that she DIED.

this left 2D, murdoc and russel in deep depression. russel left kong studios first, as it was falling apart due to it being built atop a landfill and infested with zombies. 2D left afterwards to live in beirut, and only murdoc was left in the rubble that was kong.

this was around 2007. the second b-sides album (d-sides) was released and if you went on the interactive website, it was completely abandoned. murdoc tried to sell it but it was gross, run down, shit everywhere, noodle’s room was left bare. BUT. sometime in 2007, noodle sent a message to murdoc via radio telling him to come and save her. she never stated explicitly where she was, but she was in deep, deep trouble. murdoc assumed she was in hell, and, being a satanist in a made-up universe, he somehow made it to hell and searched high and low for noodle, but never found her (THOUGH HE RECENTLY STATED THAT THE ENTIRE HELL TRIP MAY HAVE BEEN A DRUNKEN FEVER-DREAM, SO WE ARE ALL EXTREMELY FED UP AND CONFUSED ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO NOODLE AFTER THE EL MANANA THING. WE STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, THOUGH THE MURDOC/NOODLE FANS ATE THAT SHIT UP).

after this, murdoc got word that the organization who tried to murder noodle (the black clouds) were now after him. he had no choice but to leave kong studios forever. so he set kong on fire and left. then the autobiography was released (it is implied they started writing the book well before even the middle of phase 2).

and then gorillaz were on hiatus for about four years. not a single word. if you went on the website, nothing changed. shit was cryptic. but the fandom was loyal and WAITING.

THEN. OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE, sometime in 2009, murdoc showed up in an interview talking about new gorillaz music. and very slowly, more information was released on the “unofficial gorillaz website”. the fandom was BATSHIT. half of us were butthurt about how ugly murdoc looked, and the other half was excited about NEW GORILLAZ MUSIC, and more importantly, THIS PICTURE:

people were mostly concerned with noodle and the fact that her eye was all fucked up, presumably from either the fall from the island OR from when she was “in hell”. also, peope assumed the whole band was together again, but this was FAR FAR FAR from the case.

murdoc wanted to make new gorillaz music that would “top” their second album (which could never happen, but a pickle can dream). murdoc couldn’t get a hold of russel, and noodle was presumably MIA, so murdoc kidnapped 2D in beirut and shipped the poor guy to plastic beach:

plastic beach is essentially murdoc’s hiding place where he is “safe” from the black clouds, and it is literally an island made out of garbage and spray painted pink. 2D did not want to be there, but murdoc held him captive:

in a bedroom at the southernmost tip of the island, underwater, guarded by a whale (2D has a crippling fear of whales, murdoc is a GIANT ASSHOLE). he made 2D sing, and 2D agreed because he has been agreeing to murdoc for a long time and he knew better than to disobey him.

since gorillaz was lacking a drummer and a guitarist, murdoc had to improvise. to replace russel, murdoc used a drum machine to mimic the way russel plays the drums. to replace noodle, murdoc gathered some of noodle’s DNA from the el manana crash site and built CYBORG NOODLE:

she was just as good on guitar as noodle was and she was also the “war machine” that noodle was “supposed” to be, i.e., murdoc stuffed her with weapons. she even had a gun that fired from her mouth.

thus, this was the “phase three: plastic beach” crew:

they recorded the new album, titled PLASTIC BEACH, and murdoc “kidnapped” all of the artists that gorillaz collaborated with and they just had a grand ol’ time. the album was released in early 2010, followed by a revamped website featuring a full tour of plastic beach, more merch, and LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of interviews. some of them are probably no longer findable, but it doesn’t matter because pretty much every single interview was just murdoc hooting and hollering and drinking because IT WAS ESTABLISHED THAT AT THIS POINT HE HAS LITERALLY GONE INSANE.

the music video for stylo was released and did not contribute much to the “main plot”, which disappointed some people because we all wanted to know where noodle and russel were. after a long time, murdoc made a twitter to communicate with the fans who were more interested in the now extremely involved plot line of gorillaz as well as the music.

sometime in 2010, new “idents” were released. 2D’s showed him getting kidnapped and shipped to PB, murdoc’s showed him getting SHOT AT on a boat, probably on his way to plastic beach. then RUSSEL’S ident was released, and it showed him jumping off of a dock into the ocean in an EXTREMELY ANGRY MANNER. lots of people speculated he was mad because he found out what murdoc was doing or he was going to confront murdoc about noodle’s whereabouts or both. cyborg noodle’s ident was released after that, it was nothing special, it was just really creepy (btw you can watch all the idents on youtube!

AND THEN. AND. THEN. noodle’s ident was released and IT WAS THE GREATEST DAY. AFTER FOUR YEARS we finally got to see what happened to noodle, dear, dear noodle:

her ident showed her on a boat (she is around 18-19 at this time), being asked to evacuate because the boat was being attacked by pirates (presumably the black clouds, coming after noodle). being the supreme badass she is, she grabbed a gun and stormed out of the room, and that was all we got. the fandom was in uproar. why the cat mask? was it to cover her eye? why was she on a boat?

shortly before the “on melancholy hill video”, murdoc stated he could see a brown rock moving towards plastic beach (official art told the fans it was russel’s head, as russel had eaten toxic waste and had grown into a giant):

and it was implied from this that russel was going to meet up with noodle sometime in the near future. 

hope you’re still following me. im trying my best lol

in the “on melacholy hill” video, murdoc was now aware that noodle was very much alive and also in some kind of trouble, so he and all of the album’s collaborators went on a giant search for noodle, but never found her. they ended up finding some manatee on top of a rock (random af), while noodle defended her boat from the black clouds, and ended up escaping on a life raft with her guitar. and then this happened:

in both the stylo and OMH videos, a mysterious figure called THE BOOGIEMAN appeared:

he is implied by murdoc to be a symbol of death, as he “murders” both a police officer and the manatee on the rock. not much more is known about him.

after this, not much more happened. there was more official art, more games on the gorillaz website, more merch, a gorillaz live band tour (not featuring the actual memebers of gorillaz, much to murdoc’s frustration), one new single called doncamatic, and a music video released during the tour featuring russel and noodle:

about a year later without any more activity, gorillaz released a fourth album titled “the fall”, composed entirely on an ipad by 2D (note how “gorillaz” = russel, “demon days” = noodle, “plastic beach” = murdoc and “the fall” = 2D). it was not entirely popular, but there were some really good tracks.

the gorillaz hype slowed to an almost-halt as far as plot was concerned. noodle and russel never made it to plastic beach, murdoc was still on the island with 2D, 2D was still a wreck, etc etc etc. the fandom was content, but the plotline was pretty stagnant for another year or so. there were a lot lot LOT of unanswered questions, but the fandom was used to it, as gorillaz was never really “designed” to have such a convoluted plotline to begin with, as you can probably imagine. who would have thought “gorillaz” would evolve into such a CRAZY, INVOLVED STORY?? we were at least content knowing noodle was safe with russel, and they were both happy (russel loves noodle like a daughter btw its adorable af). as far as 2D and murdoc went, a lot of people kind of knew that their relationship, as dysfunctional as it was, was still salvagable as 2D is pretty much infatuated with murdoc, as fucked up as that seems.

in 2011, rhinestone eyes was supposed to get a music video. alas, this never happened because the music video was no longer being funded for (it costs a looooot of money to make gorillaz music videos, and gorillaz lost a good deal of popularity after phase 2, mostly because of the plotline. no one besides the die hard fans knew what the fuck was going on in the music videos).

BUT we were blessed with the rhinestone eyes storyboard, which was pretty much everything we could have asked for. the black clouds were surrounding PB, murdoc was flipping out, the boogieman was cornering him. 2D was about to be eaten by the whale buT THEN OUT OF NO WHERE, FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY RUSSEL GRABBED THE WHALE WITH HIS HUGE YAOI HAND AND SENT IT FLYING ACROSS THE OCEAN, SAVING POOR 2D. MORE DRAMA ENSUES, AND AT THE END OF IT ALL, RUSSEL OPENS HIS GIANT MOUTH TO REVEAL NOODLE HIDING INSIDE. GOD BLESS.

now, even though the music video was never made, it is implied that everything that happened in the storyboard happened irl. but we still had so many questions left unanswered regardless.

in 2012, gorillaz released a music video to go along with their new single DOYATHING feat. ANDRE 3000. the hype for this video was as real as it could get, and the gorillaz fandom was practically pissing their pants after they saw the storyboard.

the doyathing video (which was actually a collaboration with converse shoes) depicts the four members of gorillaz living together in a janky apartment. what a shock, but what happened to plastic beach? 2D seemed a bit more “himself”, and to everyone’s relief and jubilance, he opened the door to noodle’s bedroom to reveal noodle sleeping soundly, and he smiles, and the fandom was finally at ease. to top it off, russel is shown laying on top of the roof of the apartment, sleeping, noticably smaller in size, but still a giant nonetheless. and attached to the apartment, to EVERY SINGLE GORILLAZ FAN’S COMPLETE SHOCK, is the fucking windmill island, albiet in shambles. how they got it up in the sky again is a mystery to us all.

and, according to murdoc a short while after the release of the video (or before, i cannot recall), after russel and noodle arrived on the island, the cyborg attempted to kill murdoc (which was a surprise to no one….). noodle and the cyborg duked it out and the real noodle ended up coming out on top. and they all left plastic beach after the black clouds fled the scene, probably because it was shot to bits.

and that’s it as of right now. that is the gorillaz story, in summary. there are still a plethora of unanswered questions, however, as we have yet to hear ANYTHING from russel and noodle. we still do not know what exactly happened to noodle after el manana. we do not know why russel jumped into the ocean, we don’t know how russel and noodle found the beach, we don’t know what happened to noodle’s eye. we don’t know a lot of things. hopefully some of our questions will be answered in PHASE FOUR! which has officially started as of yesterday.

i hope i have given you a sufficient insight on the wild, wild world of GORILLAZ. they are more than just a band, they are characters with complex backstories and their adventures are pretty fucking crazy if you have the patience to keep up with them

thanks for reading!

xoxoxo

All Or Nothing - Smut

Originally posted by dylanmysunshine

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 6,244
AN: College AU, all human. This was never meant to be published tbh but you can thank @writing-obrien​ for it getting done. Also shout out to @hardladyheart​ for her late night motivation and @sarcasticallystilinski​ for spitballing title ideas with me.

The song that’s sung is obviously not mine, it’s by State Champs. Listen HERE.



You transferred into Berkeley college in the beginning of your sophomore year. You hated starting a new school, but at least it was college and not high school. You’d been here a few weeks. You hadn’t made any friends yet, just your roommate, but you were more acquaintances. She was an art major and a little quirky, plus her boyfriend lived off campus so she wasn’t around much.

Being a music major had it perks. There were a lot of hot guys in the music department, but most of them were too involved with their own projects to notice you. You were pretty quiet, always lost in your own head. No one would have guessed that you weren’t the least bit shy. And you liked to keep it that way.

However, life had become boring. You finally had the hang of your classes and schedule but you needed to find something else to do with your time. Which is why you found yourself in the music building, standing in front of the bulletin board. Most of the notices were the same, people selling instruments or looking for them, people looking for practice space, advertisements for open mic nights. But one flier in particular caught your eye.

It wasn’t fancy at all, maybe a little creased and wrinkled from being in someone’s pocket. It was plain white, written on with black Sharpie.

GUITARIST WANTED

FOR COVER BAND

MUST LIKE/PLAY ROCK MUSIC, POP PUNK.

CALL SCOTT

310-422-1124

There was a crudely drawn Chewbacca next to it, holding what looked to be a guitar. You chewed your bottom lip in thought. You could do that. You fit the qualifications. You pulled out your phone, typing the number in and saving it to your contacts for later.

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BEST FRIENDS [CALUM]

masterlist

request here - i’m desperate for good ideas (requested)

summary things get tense once calum finds you and luke getting it on…

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Eyes (l.h. imagine)

Summary: soulmate au where your eyes change color depending on how far away/close you are to your soulmate

Warnings: some swearing
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You lived in a world that seemed to hate you. Meeting your soulmate is supposed to be difficult, but you had a more than difficult time finding yours. At birth, your eyes are a normal color. By the age of five, your eyes turn a different color depending on how far away you are from your soulmate. Yours have always been a dark brown since then. Brown means that your soulmate is far away and gray means that your soulmate is close. They’ve started changing before, but it was just a trick. You could be in an empty room and they would change, getting your hopes up about something that won’t happen. You’ve pretty much given up hope of ever finding your soulmate at this point.
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“Come on!” Your best friend yells, running towards the stadium. You sigh and run after her, getting in line behind lots of other girls. She wanted to see 5 Seconds of Summer and has dragged you along with her. You weren’t a huge fan of the band. Sure, they were good but you weren’t crazy about them like she was.
“Remind me again why you brought me along?” You ask as she hands the guard the tickets to get inside the venue. She grins at you. “Because you’re my best friend.” You laugh and say, “lucky me.” This makes her laugh, knowing you’re just kidding.
The sun is still shining bright outside, but it’s getting ready to go down. Colors of red and orange strike across the sky. It’s warm, but not too warm. You close your eyes and soak up the sun, then open them when you hear girls screaming. The band is walking into the venue from the side entrance, and they’ve been spotted. You lock eyes with the lead guitarist, Luke for a quick moment. He smiles a little at you and you wave.
“I love you, Ashton!” Your friend yells, trying to get the drummer’s attention. He grins and waves at her, and you swear she almost faints. You wince as a burning pain starts in your eyes. You cover them with your hands, biting your lip as the pain increases.
“(Y/N), are you okay?” She asks, concerned. You look at her after the band is gone and the pain fades. You smile and she smiles back at you, but her smile fades. “What? What’s wrong?” You ask, confused. Two seconds ago she was nearly jumping ten feet high to get the attention of the boys and now she seems worried.
“Nothing’s wrong. It’s just that… (Y/N), your eyes changed.” She admits. Your eyes widen. “Are you serious?” She nods, handing you her phone so you can look at the camera. Your usually dark chocolate orbs have now turned a light amber. “Your soulmate is here!” She whisper-yells. You bite your lip.
This isn’t the first time this has happened. Your eyes have changed color before in an empty room. They had a habit of playing a joke on you; making you think your soulmate was around, only to reveal that he isn’t.
“They do that a lot. Don’t get your hopes up.” You mumble, handing her the phone back. She frowns. “Oh. Okay.” You give her a small smile. “Come on, let’s go find our seats.” She smiles and follows you inside the venue. It’s starting to get crowded, teenage girls standing around everywhere. You can feel the good vibes going around and it actually makes you excited for the show.
“Here they are!” Your friend says, pointing to two seats in the front row. You both sit down and take a few selfies while waiting for the show to start. “Is this your first time seeing them live?” A girl behind you asks. You smile and nod. “She didn’t want to come, but she’s going to love it.” Your friend says, giggling. “You will, the boys make sure you have a good time.” The other girl says. You look up at the stage as the lights go out and a black and white screen pops up. A countdown begins and your friend jumps up from her seat, pulling you with her. You laugh as the crowd starts to chant, “5SOS, 5SOS, 5SOS!”
You can feel the excitement building in your body as you begin to chant along with them. Your friend is jumping up and down and is screaming inaudible things, and her happiness makes you grin. She saved up for a whole year for these tickets and you’ve never seen her happier. The boys run on stage as guitar riffs scream through the stadium. Your seats are in front of Luke and you can see him up close. He’s wearing black skinny jeans and a black v-neck. A silver necklace hangs down from his neck. His hair is flat, unlike in all the posters (Y/F/N) has in her room. However, it’s getting a bit long and has started to curl on the ends. His lip ring is gone, which makes you a little disappointed.
He makes eye contact with you again and time seems to stop. Your friend is dancing beside you to whatever song they’re playing, but you’re too focused on Luke. The burning sensation is back in your eyes, and you rub them to try to get it to fade. You get some relief when Luke looks away, so you sing along to End Up Here as best as you can, not knowing all the lyrics completely.
“How you guys doing tonight?!” Ashton yells into his mic after the song ends. Screams erupt from all around you. “We’re here to make sure that you all have the best time of your lives tonight. Are you ready?!” Calum yells. More screaming. He laughs. You smile and look at your best friend, who throws her arm around your shoulders.
“(Y/N), your eyes are gray.” She yells in your ear, so that you can hear. You frown. They’ve never gotten gray before. “My soulmate is here.” You tell her, turning around to look all around you. You feel anxious, biting your lip so hard it feels like it could start bleeding. “Are you okay, miss?” A guard in the aisle asks you. “She’s fine.” Your friend tells him, looking around with you.
You eventually give up on searching after missing half of the concert. “He has to be around here somewhere.” Your friend mutters, but you shake your head. “Just forget it. My eyes are just playing a trick again.” You say quietly. She manages to somehow hear you over the screaming girls and hugs you. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).” You give her a fake smile. “They’re about to play your favorite song.” You tell her.
She screams, looking up on stage. “Luke, how are you doing, man? Are you good?” Michael is asking. Luke grins. “‘I’m doing pretty good, Michael.” Michael chuckles. “That’s good, because if you weren’t good then we probably wouldn’t be good.” Luke laughs and the sound makes you smile.
“You guys wanna know something?!” Ashton asks. The screaming erupts again. “Luke is very giddy tonight because he saw a cute girl outside before the show and now his eyes are gray.” Ashton tells everyone, which makes Luke turn a light pink. “Ash!” He yells, making everyone laugh.
Your friend turns to you slowly, her eyes wide. “No, it can’t be.” You tell her. “Your eyes are gray. His eyes are gray. (Y/N), Luke Hemmings is your soulmate.” She whispers. The girl behind you from earlier hears. “What?! Luke, your soulmate is right here!” She screams, desperately trying to get Luke’s attention. Your eyes widen as you shake your head.
Michael hears the girl and motions at you to Luke. Luke looks over as a spotlight hits your face. His mouth opens slightly as he sees your eyes. “Hi. I’m Luke.” He murmurs into his mic, smiling softly at you. His hair is sticking to his forehead but he looks like an angel. You swallow hard and run out of the aisle.
“(Y/N)!” Your friend yells, running after you. You run out of the stadium, kneeling over to throw up on the sidewalk. She appears beside you and holds your hair back. “Are you okay? What’s going on?” She asks, confused. You look at her.
“Don’t you get it? I’m not his soulmate. Luke is a beautiful human being who has so much talent. I’m not like him. This is just my eyes playing a joke again and getting my hopes up.” You say, sitting down on the curb. By now, there are tears running down your cheeks. She sighs and sits down beside you, wrapping her arms around you in a hug. “What if that’s not what it is this time?” She asks. You sniffle, lying your head on her shoulder.
“Your eyes have never turned gray before. That’s a sign, (Y/N). Your eyes burned when you saw Luke earlier, that’s never happened either.” She murmurs. “He’s just so great and I’m not.” You mumble, wiping away some stray tears. She glances behind you.
“Yeah, he’s pretty great.” You look behind you to see Luke standing there, a concerned look on his face. “I’ll wait inside.” Your friend mutters, running back inside. You stand up.
“Okay, I know you think I’m your soulmate. But my eyes change color a lot. It’s like a curse. This could be false.” You explain to Luke, who walks over. “What if it isn’t?” He asks. “Why does everyone keep asking that?” You mumble to yourself before sighing. “I mean, look at you. You’re a rock star. You sing and tour and have millions of girls thrown at you every day. You’re really talented and fuck, you’re also really good looking. I’m not really talented or good looking. This wouldn’t work. This can’t work.” Luke smiles a little and cups your face with his hands. “You’re cute when you ramble.” He murmurs. “I’m not rambling. Am I? My bad.” You say. He leans in, and you can feel his breath across your cheeks. “Luke, what are you-”
“Stop talking. God, you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you, but you-”
“Shut up.”
His lips touch yours and it’s like magic. Your body has a feeling of pure euphoria. You wrap your arms around his neck as his lips move against yours. Your eyes are burning, but you don’t care at this moment. His lips are soft and taste like mint and some kind of alcohol. Corona, maybe? Whatever is it, it’s delicious. The kiss is amazing and the feeling you’re having is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Luke pulls away after a moment.
“Shit, you’re a really good kisser too.” You mumble, which makes him laugh. “You’re my soulmate. That kiss proved that. Wait here for me after the show, okay? I’m taking you to dinner.” Luke tells you, kissing your forehead. You nod, giving in to the blonde angel.

Play That Song - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by stillthinkingmayn

A/N - I apologise for any initial errors, it’s 2 in the afternoon and I’ve drank a lot of Cider, anywho this is based off that Train song - Play That Song. It’s been in my head all day long.

Bucky x Reader - Bucky requests the same song everytime you guys go out which makes you think of him and how much you miss him when he’s not around.

Warnings: None, just much needed fluff.

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We Can Feel So Far (From So Close) (1/2)

Waiting until your best friend left for a cross country tour was a fine time to realize you’re in love with him. Captain Swan.

This is the first of a two shot that I finally decided to post after having it sit in my Google Docs since last summer. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this first part!

Rated T | Word count: 8139 | Also on AO3 and FF.net


There’s an old quote that says something along the lines of “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” That you don’t realize just how much you love someone until they’re no longer around.

When Emma would come across phrases like that a few years ago, she would typically roll her eyes and mutter some kind of sarcastic remark, all while trying not to dwell on the fact that there probably would never be someone for her to love like that.

But of course, that was before she met Killian. And everything changed.

They meet on a Thursday night, under unusual circumstances. Emma had moved into her new apartment that afternoon, a simple one bedroom in Boston that was more than enough space for her and the small amount of items in her possession. The whole day had been a disaster from the get go. First thing that morning, her previous landlord accused her of not paying the last month’s rent, and threatened to sue if he didn’t get it immediately. (The look on his face when he realize he was in the wrong was priceless. And he wondered why she was moving out of his crappy building.) Then, the movers she could barely afford to hire wound up taking her furniture to the wrong apartment complex on the other side of Boston. By the time the fiasco had been taken care of, it was nearly the end of the day. Saying she was exhausted was an understatement.

Emma stands in the middle of the living room, observing the chaos that was now her new home. She may have brought a small number of things with her, but most of said things were still in boxes, scattered around on the floor and waiting to be put away. She’d unpacked a box of clothes solely to dig out her favorite Batman pajamas, leaving the rest piled up in the corner of her bedroom. Just something else that could wait until tomorrow when she wasn’t both starving and sleep deprived.

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anonymous asked:

Hiya! I really liked your first hc and just HAD to request something. I don't know if this has been done before but could you do a hc for the RFA (+V and Unknown if you want) where during a canon route MC leaves the apartment to go shopping or something and accidentally runs into them? And it's like a "oh shit it's them" situation? Thanks! X

A/N: Hello, hello! I’m an INCREDIBLY sorry that I’ve kept you waiting, I do hope you see this nonny. College has totally been kicking my ass, and I have no free time. I finished some exams, and decided to reward myself by finishing this up. But, I’m super happy to hear you enjoyed my first headcanon ^^ Thank you for the ask!! I tried my best (had some trouble with V and Saeran but I will get better!!). Hope you like it! :3

Yoosung:
• Seeing Yoosung’s attempt at making omurice the other day really inspired MC to go out and make her own
• She wants to surprise him with her own version when they meet!
• Honestly, how cute would it be if the two of them were cooking meals together in the kitchen for the both of them to eat
• MC thinks it’s pretty cute
• Alrighty~ Time to prepare
• But when she went to check the fridge it was rather… barren
• Oh well… might as well spend the afternoon shopping for groceries, and use the evening to have her faux dinner with yoosung
• there wasn’t much to do in the apartment and the RFA members were probably quite busy with work or school
• She’s made a grocery list and checked it twice, and is already on her way to the store
•  All the ingredients are quickly found and MC is about to buy them
• But she gets to thinking that a salad would also be nice to have tonight
• She swerves her cart back to the vegetable aisle, making a mental list now
• MC stops at the tomatoes, trying image her salad having them
• “Scuse me! Sorry!”
• The voice is so familiar that MC can’t help but turn her head
• Her cheeks instantly turn red when she sees that it’s Yoosung
• “Oh. Uh. Sorry,” she’s talking so fast and trying to put the tomatoes in her cart that she drops them on the ground “No.”
• Yoosung, being the ever so kind gentleman, picks them up and hands the back to MC “Here you are. You might want to find some new ones since these have bruises.” He frowns a little for emphasis
• MC’s brows furrow slightly, it seems that she’s the only one that sees how dire the situation is
• And as if Seven had possessed her body, MC thinks up a small trick
• “Thank you! Hey… Would you like to go to dinner with me? Like a date?”
• Now it’s Yoosung’s turn for his cheeks to turn red
• But, he’s shaking his head from side to side “I’m sorry. There’s just… someone I really, really like. And I don’t want to betray her. I can’t.”
• MC has to try to contain all her excitement and smiling
*zen mode activated*
• She frowns, shrugging her shoulders and trying to act disappointed “Sorry to hear that. I hope she’s nice..”
• “She really is. She’s the nicest person I’ve met. SO encouraging and kind.”
• “Well.. Goodbye. Good luck with her.” MC slumps her shoulders and walks towards the checkout, and left
• By the time she was far from Yoosung she was cheering and jumping around “He likes me! He really, really likes me!”
• And as a final tease, MC texts Yoosung ‘I have a strong feeling you look cute in person

Saeran:
• Taking one look at her nails, MC knew she had to repaint the chipped polish.. But, it there didn’t seem to be any spare nail polish lying around the apartment
• MC could’ve sworn she’d seen Rika have painted nails… or was the Seven dressing up as her?
• A quick trip to the convenience store should do the trick
• Heck! might as well grab a whole set of polish and some other tools so she could have her own mani/pedi day
• MC briefly walks through the isles, searching for what she needs
• Ah ha! Found… but there seems to be a man searching for some polish too it seems
• MC nods, she appreciated men that weren’t ashamed of using makeup products, such as nail polish or eyeliner, or hell even buying products without the attitude of “ew”
• Taking a second look at his outfit, she cheerfully decides to make a suggestion at what colors could work with his outfit
• “Have you tried this deep purple? Oh! This dark burgundy would look really nice with your current look”
• The man looks at her and he seems… startled. very startled
• oh boo, MC, maybe you should’ve made your presence clear, you probably scared him by talking so suddenly
• but for some reason, she doesn’t think talking is what’s causing this reaction
• “Back off!” he abruptly says, wide-eyed and still unsure of what to do
• Huh?? Why is he telling her to back off?? they have plenty of personal space between them
• “I’m sorry for startling you, I-”
• “Why are you here?”
• Rather blunt? But alright, MC you can play along, maybe he’s mistaking you for somebody…
• “You’re not supposed to be here! You have a job to do!”
• Which is… the RFA, but how would he know?? Is he…? No. There’s no way..
• “Do we know each other?”
• MC decides to play the cautious route. Maybe he’s mistaking her for someone else? Maybe she’s mistaking him for someone else
• As if he spilled too much, the man bolts for the end of the isle and continues to run off
• MC shouldn’t follow… it wouldn’t be smart
• Call Seven.. or someone
• But… she feels her feet move automatically and her voice calling out for him to wait and explain
• She’s outside now, and there’s… no sign of him
• MC pauses, panting and trying to catch her breath
YANK!
• She’s pulled into an alleyway, and OH GOD does her heART STOP BECAUSE WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!?!?!
• It’s the mysterious man again, and when MC tries to yell for help, he covers her mouth with his hand
• “Don’t fail me. Paradise is waiting for you and the others. You’ll see. You’ll see very soon.”
• MC’s so scared she can barely breathe, and when the stranger lets her free and runs away once again, she collapses on the ground from utter shock
• It takes her a few minutes to regain composure and she calls a cab for the way home just to be safe
• She makes it home safe and sound, her hand on the doorknob, and she’s hoping Seven is watching and listening just so he’s aware
• “Was… was that.. the hacker I just met?”

Jaehee:
• The new DVD edition of ‘Rental’ was now in stores. And MC had to get herself a copy, because who didn’t want to see Zen play the guitarist Robert David
• She wanted to get it as soon as possible so she and Jaehee could chat about it over the phone
• Honestly chatting to Jaehee about anything was fun
• But MC was determined to be well-versed in Jaehee’s hobbies so even more meaningful conversations could be had
• She’s entered the store, finds the DVD and is now looking around for more movie entertainment for the evening
• MC ends up finding a Zen plushie, and the tears are starting to form in her eyes as she tries to control her laughter
• She snaps a quick picture and sends it to Jaehee (and all the RFA members too lolololol)
• A message pops up almost right away
‘I just saw that! Are you in the same store?’
• PANIC MODE
• MC is frantically looking around for Jaehee
‘UHm no’ she texts back, ducking behind a large cutout of Echo Girl
‘I just saw someone hide behind a cutout’
‘NOT ME! I’m at the supermarket and saw them’
• Some more internal screaming ensues
• MC can just see the quizzical look of “uh huh sure” on Jaehee’s face right now
‘Okay… so maybe I’m in the same store as you’ MC finally texts her back ‘It’s just really nerve-wracking to see you before the party. It’s as if we’re not ready, and fate says only at the party we can meet’
• MC can hear Jaehee giggling her head off on the other side of the store
• Wha-what?? Why??
‘MC! I was only joking about that person being you… but since it’s really you. I would love to see you’
‘But… but fate!’
‘I thought be both believed that through hard work and perseverance we can make our dreams true’
• MC meekly leaves her hiding spot, her head bobbing up to spot Jaehee
• But MC cannot find the short-haired woman anywhere
• She walks up to the counter ready to ask the clerk about her possible whereabouts
• “Are you MC?”
• She cautiously nods her head in response
• “A lady bought you these, and said she’s sorry she couldn’t meet you in person. There was an emergency at work”
• MC meekly smiles, looking at the wonderful gifts of DVDs and CDs given to her by Jaehee “Thank you”

Seven:
• Hearing Seven talk about the Honey Buddha Chips + phD Pepper combos being heaven really makes MC crave snacks
• “I’ll bring you a whole box when we see each other!”
• All right, MC cannot wait that long, she has to experience this right now!!
• But this adventure seems much harder than originally planned
• None of the stores have any trace of the chips on their shelves or in stock
• So they weren’t kidding around when they said it was rare
• MC cannot falter!! She must prevail!!
• She spends the entire day running from store to store, it’s already getting into the late evening
• She opens the door to one of the corner stores farther away from the city and lo and behold, a familiar looking red-head turns her way
• Both let out a piercing scream and duck behind the isles
• The associate is already half asleep and having “whatever. this might as well happen” kind of day
• They’re kinda just sitting behind the counter, watching the entire scenario hoping one of them will just.. they don’t even know. At least something is happening
• MC and Seven just keep panicking, every isle they turn into is the same
• Oh my GOD!! Please, this is nerve-wracking
• Eventually, MC thinks she’s lost him and is turning around to check if he’s snuck up on her… alas
• Her back presses against someone else’s back
• *turn around fast pose motion*
• “Seven!”
• “MC!”
• They both stare at each other, mouth agape, unsure if this was reality
• Because, let’s admit, MC and Seven were not supposed to see each other like this
• Preferably a little less dramatic… but hey, it might just be the right amount of dramatic considering how they’d been clowning around in the chat room
• “I’m not supposed to see you yet!” MC blurts out, taking a tiny step back. “I didn’t know you’d be here!”
• “I didn’t realize this was the convenience store,” he responds, also taking a tiny step back
• “Those… chips looked good?”
• He laughs freely, smiling at her, but his voice is quiet and still shocked “They are”
• “We can pretend we didn’t see each other?”
• Seven nods his head, “Just to keep the members on their toes, huh? I’ll take you home.. You know, for safety.”

V:
• MC had the day off
• Well, she likes to consider it a day off since emails were answered for the time being and the RFA members promised to find her more guests to talk to
• So MC takes the opportunity to learn a little more about the illustrious V
• And what better way to learn about him was to attend a gallery in his honor
• Apparently some of the previous buyers gathered together to showcase V’s photographs for the week in anticipation for the new party being held the next week
• MC enters the gala and is shocked
• Photos of such beautiful images were on the walls that MC lost all breath
• There’s ones of sunsets and sunrises
• Oh! Mountains and lakes with children swimming
• The close ups of eyes have MC double back and look again, for the photos are so clear and crisp that she mistakes them for solar systems for first look
• But there’s one photo that catches her off guard a little more than she’d anticipated
• A photo of Rika
• Her back was turned, sitting on a grey rock. She was wearing a long white sundress with small pink flowers pinned to the bottom half and a large white summer hair.
• The blonde hair that MC saw in pictures of her was braided down her back and she was watching the ocean
• “Wow. Even if you can’t see her face, you can feel her delight at the beauty.” MC softly whispers out
• “I thought so too.”
• She whips back turning to see who was talking so close to her, and was immediately startled to see V
• “V! H-hello. It’s a beautiful photo of Rika.”
• He’s nodding his head, partially out of agreement, but partially because of something else
• It was a soft type of nod, one that meant that the person seemed engrossed in what the other was saying. A sort of trance so to speak
• “V?”
• “Yes, MC?”
• She has to gulp down more surprise. “Wh-what? I’m not… How’d you find out so quickly?”
• He’s chuckling quietly to himself. “Seven told me.”
• “Oh… Well, it’s nice to meet you in person. So, why are you here?”
• They start up a small conversation about how some of the previous buyers really wanted to help out the RFA and contacted V asking if he could meet them so they could discuss donating the old photos once again
• It was all rather pleasant
• MC is about to excuse herself when V catches her arm “Why did you decide to come here today, MC?”
• “Well…” she draws out the word. “I guess I just wanted to know more about our leader. But after seeing his photos, I think I’ve come up with the idea he’s a very kind and selfless man… It was so nice to meet you V. I will see you at the party.”
• And before anything more can slip out, MC leaves the gala and heads on back home

Jumin:
• Whatever business classes MC took in high seemed to be forgotten at this point
• Seriously, it seemed like nothing was retained
• How was she supposed to show Jumin her knowledge of the subject?? He did seem impressed when she mentioned C&R’s stocks the other day
• But that was one comment
• She needed to be ready for more
• So… why not take a trip to the bookstore and stock up on some books about stocks.. haha (also marketing and economics, the whole shebang)
• After sorting through most of the shelf, MC begins to read the first chapter of a rather promising book
• She’s halfway through, totally engrossed and barely notices the little bell above the door ring
• welp, might as well look up to see what’s going on around the store
• “Is that Jumin Han?”
• Immediately the man in the suit along with his bodyguard stare in MC’s direction
• Oh GOD, she said that out loud
• MC! Bad MC! Think! Don’t speak out loud!
• “Ha! I actually said cumin.”
• It’s too late to save MC’s sorry butt also what kind of excuse was that????
• How was one to explain themselves? He is a famous business man… A-ha! Idea! … MC.. please
• “You’re the famous chef that uses cumin in his recipes right?? Cumin Han?” TOTALLY UNRELATED TO BUSINESS???? HOW DID YOU COME UP WITH THAT????
• A WAVE of confusion flashes across each of their faces
• Even the store clerk is looking up from their book and is trying to piece together this disaster
• “… no. You have me mistaken,” Jumin’s brows furrow
• “Oh shoot!” MC snaps her fingers, trying to disappointed as believably possible. “I could’ve sworn that was him. The likeness is just so… similar”
• Girl, you should’ve just kept your mouth shut when he said no
• “Okay! Yep!” MC tries to correct herself as quickly as possible, but come on, the damage is done
• She grabs the nearest book and begins flipping through the pages, trying to seem busy
• But a hand covers up the letters and lifts the novel from her hands “Cumin Han, hm?”
• MC freezes, showing off an awkward, wide smile. “Hello, sir.”
• Jumin is watching her carefully, trying to piece her together as if she were some puzzle. This would either end with an arrest or a misunderstanding
• He’s looking at the book, and flips to a page with a photo of a landscape. “I took this photo, that’s how you know of me. I’m a famous photographer. I auction my photos.”
• MC almost spits, “No you don’t! You can’t take photos,” she blurts out, laughing at his seriousness “But V does, he auctions them off for charity.”
• And then she watches the corners of his mouth twitch up in a smile. “V of the RFA?”
• Without realizing what she had said, MC nods her head “That’s the V. Along with our only.. Jumin..”, she had already dug her own grave bought the tombstone and was now hopping in the coffin on her way down
• “So, this is our infamous MC… It’s good to meet you. I knew you sounded familiar.”

Zen:
• MC had an itch to dance… and dance well
• With the new MV release from SHINing’s Baemin, MC really just wants to learn the dance. It’s so catchy and expressive and gosh darn beautiful!!
• But… all the tutorials she finds are hard to follow… plus Seven teases her every time she trips over the table and rolls over the couch sorry that the spins are so dynamic seven geeez
• It’s not long when Seven links her a dancing class with one of Baemin’s backup dancers
• OH she is SO signing up for this!!!!
• She’s lucky that Seven linked her the flyer hours before sign up was even known, otherwise she’d never have the opportunity
• And then the day comes
• MC is READY
• She’s prepared thoroughly
• Watching videos, getting acquainted with the choreography so she’s not completely lost, and plenty water for hydration
• And went she steps inside the studio her eyes automatically see Zen
• Up front
• With the instructor
• As their helper
• She’s about to turn on her heel and leave when she hears him.. Zen..
• “Hey! Where are you going? Class is starting now.”
• “Uhm..” MC is looking for ALL exits at this rate “I’m just looking for the best spot…”
• “Right here!” he practically drags her to the empty spot near him “I”m really good so you won’t be missing a thing.”
• She internally sighs to herself, and although this isn’t what she wanted, MC is so relieved he doesn’t know it’s her
• And then the actual instructor starts a roll call, he’s halfway down the list when he calls out “MC! MC here?”
• Oh SHITIh
• “Uh,” MC does one of those awkward half laugh half LET ME LEAVE things. And Zen whips around to look at her
• “MC? Really? It’s you?” He keeps whispering
• “Oh, no no. That’s my… cousin. She was sick today and asked me to fill her place. Said she’ll call later.”
• Zen almost seems disappointed, but as long as it’s MC’s relative he can show off a little “Tell your cousin more about me. I’m quite the star.”
• Oh Zen
• The instructor shrugs, and shortly begins the class soon after
• They’ve gone through three songs already, and Zen keeps glancing at MC hoping that his skills will impress her “cousin”
• They sure are impressing her though
• As soon as the class ends, MC BOOKS it
• She gets on the messenger as soon as she gets home, and the first thing she sees is Zen’s text “MC! I met your cousin today”
• MC has to log off for the day, otherwise, she’ll laugh way too hard and let something slip

The Purpose of Love // Chapter 5

Originally posted by bestpicsof5sos

Other fics: Paid to be Popular - Bittersweet Generation

Official summary: When Calum Hood needs to straighten up his reputation, there’s no other solution than to fake-date a powerful girl with a powerful voice.

Description of this chapter: Y/N goes to a part with the four boys and Calum tries his best not to make things messy.

ALL PARTS

“It’s not even a joke, is it?” you giggled tauntingly.

“No,” Calum answered in a monotonic voice.

“You’re actually gonna throw a party? At a hotel?” You questioned with a cocked eyebrow. These boys had to be insane - you just couldn’t throw a party at a full hotel with guests sleeping.

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#76 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “could you please do a schoolboy van wherein reader is bestfriends with him but reader is starting to fall for van but couldnt do anything bc van is dead inlove with a popular girl??”

Note: I recently did a fic with a school setting, so I’ve tried to add a lil’ something-something to make this a very different story. I hope you like it! It’s about 4300 words. Also, I am so profoundly hungover. Happy Sunday! 


2017

You had tried to wear the least attention-grabbing outfit possible. Blending into the crowd was the goal for the night, and you felt like you were doing a really fucking good job too. You watched Catfish play from your place against a wall. Somehow, despite the low lights and screaming fans, Benji’s eyes clocked you. You stood up straight as you watched him recognise you and almost freeze. He signaled to someone off stage, and Larry quickly ran to him. Larry looked across the room at you with the same disbelief. Maybe if you had hidden in the crowd instead of the shadows they’d not have seen you. You turned and made your way to the exit as fast as you could.

You were almost a block away when you heard Larry’s voice. You knew it, but it was deeper and older than when you last heard it. He was calling your name. He ran to catch up and he stopped in front of you, holding out his hand in a beg. “Y/N. Please. Don’t go. Gimme a sec,” he said. You didn’t know what to do, but you gave him the few seconds to catch his breath. “Fuck. Hi!” he beamed then, and pulled you into a hug. It was familiar and you wanted to cry. You held onto him harder than you wanted to. He started to talk, but didn’t let you go. “What happened? Where did you go? You can’t leave now. If Van finds out you were here. Come on, you have to come back.” He broke the hug and took your hand. You pulled your arm away from him.

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Who are you? - Andre Burakovsky

Requested by Anon: Hi! First of all, great work with the oneshots! Could I request a one shot where you are a singer who knows nothing about hockey and in one of your concerts in DC some of the caps go to it and you get Andre Burakovsky on stage for a song without knowing who he is and don’t understand why the people are going crazy about it. Thanks in advance :)

A/N: Omg, this idea was so cute. I hope it is good enough and I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes! Thanks for requesting it.

Word count: 1464

Warnings: nope

Originally posted by welbecks

I can hear the crowd screaming my name and I can’t help it but to smile. I have been in the music industry for a while now, but the nerves before a concert are always there. It is a sold out night, every single ticket had been sold for my show at the Verizon Center in Washington DC and I can’t stop bouncing around like a newby giving her first concert in front of a couple hundred people.

“(y/n), you are up in two” my stage coordinator, Michael, yells at me and I give him a small nod.

Today was my first show after winning a Grammy award and feel like I’m still dreaming; it feels like it was yesterday when I was doing small gigs on bars and pubs around my city, getting paid with pizza and twenty dollars.

I hear my queue and grab my mic from its stand, ready to get on stage.

“3…2…1…go, go” Michael looks at me and I climb up the stair of the stage and make my entrance.

The whole stage is dark and the spotlight is on me, blinding me for a second. My guitarist starts playing the first chords of my first song and the crowd goes crazy. I have decided to change the song list for the rest of the tour and no one expected me to start with my first single.

“Good night, DC” I say, walking down the small set of stairs I have on the stage “I hope you remember this song… it’s been a while since it came out”

They cheer and I smile, starting to sing the lyrics of the song that put me on the spotlight of the music world. I’ve written, or at least co-written, every single one of my songs. I like to sing about what I feel, what I’ve been through, instead of just singing lyrics that I don’t relate to. It has never been about the money for me, I’ve always wanted to write songs that are relatable. My lyrics talk about love and happiness and heartbreak and rough times and life in all its sides.

“It is so great so be back” I like to take time between songs to thank the fans for all they do for me and tonight is not an exception “Last time I was here it was for my last tour… oh no, I’m lying. I came to see the Wizards play a couple months ago… Go Wizards!” I say and everyone cheers when I see a red jersey flying to the stage. I go over where it has fallen and grab it “Washington Capitals, huh? Andre Burakovsky? I’m not a hockey fan, but I might need to get into it… what do you say Washington?” and everyone screams.

I put my mic on the ground and put on the hockey jersey, which looks extremely baggy on me and goes to mid thigh, making me look like I’m just wearing the jersey and my boots.

“What do you think?” and I hear whistles “okay… I’ve been wanting to do this for a while in my concerts and I’ve never been allowed, but I’m feeling quite naughty tonight” more screams and I chuckle, walking on the catwalk looking at the people on the sides of the stage, noticing and rather large group of guys with what it seems are their girlfriends. All of them are smiley and seems like they are having a good time when I notice one of the guys is by himself, no lady attached.

“Hey, do you want to come up here?” I say to him and I see all his friends patting his back and pushing him around as he walks to the stage, getting help from my security team to get on.

And then all I can hear are screams and people going absolutely crazy. I have never seen anything like this before. I look at him, raising my eyebrow and he just smiles at me like he doesn’t know what it’s going on either. He is tall, way taller than me, and has the cutest face with wild curls of brown hair that give him a really innocent look.

“What’s your name?” I ask him, pretending to be an interviewer and moving the mic in front of his face.

“Andre” he has a slight accent, but I can’t pin point where he is from.

“Do you think you will know the next song?” I wonder, and he smirks.

“Try me” and the crowd goes absolutely mental, yelling his name and taking tons of pictures.

I give a nod to my band and they start playing my latest single and he smiles, leaning over so our head are at the same height.

“I have this one on repeat on my phone lately” he has to scream for me to hear him and I just give him a little push, laughing.

Andre turns out to be really fun on stage, dancing and singing and we just have a really good time. I have never seen that many phones out in my shows and I’m kind of shocked, but I brush it off and try to finish the song. Andre goes back with his friends and I keep the show going until the very last song, which is a new and unheard one from my next album.

“You are too good to me, DC” I say, grabbing my guitar from its stand and sitting on the edge of the stage, legs hanging. “This is the last song of the night and I want to give you a little treat. I won my first Grammy Award the other night and I can’t be more thankful for everything you do for me guys…” I say, getting my mic on the small stand a member of my crew has set for me so I can play “This is a new song, it is called Neither black or white and it is about those times where you are not feeling that great but you don’t even know why. I hope you like it”

The whole arena is quiet while I sing and it is a beautiful scene. I wonder if they are liking it or not, but my doubts are solved when I finish and everything goes dark, indicating the end of the show, and everyone yells and screams. I get up and make my way back to backstage while the lights are out.

“Thank you, DC” and the lights come back up.

Michael is the first one to hug me, but the rest of the crew is quick to follow. It is a routine to be honest, I like to thank everyone for making the show possible.

“(y/n), go change. There are a lot of VIPs today” my manager says and I nod, walking to my changing room and taking off my stage clothing and changing into a pair of jeans, a sweater and a pair of converse.

I always hold meet and greets for VIPs. It is not included on the ticket, but they spend way too much money and I like to give back to them. It takes me about half an hour to meet everyone and take selfies and sign merchandise and just try to make everyone feel special.

“Time for famous VIPs” my manager indicates me while getting in a smaller room.

And then I see them, the big group of guys, their girlfriends and Andre. I look at them and then look at my manager, back at them and then my manager again.

“(y/n), I’d like to introduce you to Alex Ovechkin, Tom Wilson, Jay Beagle, TJ Oshie, Niklas Backstrom, Nate Schmidt and Andre Burakovsky from the Washington Capitals” my manager says and I can tell he is holding a laugh.

“Everything makes sense now” I mutter and everyone laughs “I didn’t know what was going on, why everyone was being so loud”

“Yeah, our baby is well known among the Washington ladies” Ovechkin says, messing with Andre’s hair.

“Hey, is it true that you have never been to a hockey game?” a big guy with blue eyes and dark hair asks, Tom Wilson? Ugh, I suck at names.

“Yes. My family is a basketball family, I never watched hockey growing up”

“We need to change that. You should come to tomorrow’s game” Jay Beagle says “Burky right there is injured and won’t be playing tomorrow, so he could explain the game to you”

I think about it for a few seconds, going over my schedule.

“Yeah, I think I can make it” I agree and all of them smile.

“And you already have the best player on the team’s jersey” Andre comments and everyone cracks up again.

Mycroft x Reader: Secrets

Originally posted by imaginemycroftholmes

(Author’s note:  And here is a nice little one-shot as requested!  Thank you so much for waiting!!  I really hope you like it! 

Also, gif is not mine!  Credit to original owner!

Request: Mycroft, Sherlock, and the gang wondering where the reader vanishes to every week. And finding the reader works as a blues guitarist in a rundown pub. With the reader having a crush on Mycroft please?)

   Your fingers strummed the final part of the song on your guitar, and the audience applauded you.  It wasn’t exactly a huge auditorium full of roaring fans, but their applause was genuine.  As your eyes scanned the room of the rundown restaurant, a few of the regulars gave you impressed nods and thumbs-up.  Each week, there were more and more people showing up to see you perform.  It made you very happy even though you weren’t exactly in this job for the fame.  You just really liked to play music.

   You froze when you saw a familiar face in the crowd.  Heart pounding, you did a double-take only to see that he wasn’t there.  You shook your head, thinking that you must have been mistaken.  All this sneaking around had you paranoid.

  That’s another thing.  You didn’t tell any of your friends about your weekly performances.  Especially your crush, Mycroft, whose face you thought you saw in the audience.  You had taken the job in secret at first, hoping to better your skills before telling your friends.  But as time passed, it became harder and harder for you to gather the courage to tell Sherlock and the gang.  This was part of who you really are, and you wondered if you’d ever be brave enough to let your friends see it.

   You gave one last wave and a smile before you walked off stage to return the guitar to its case.  After clipping it shut, you headed straight for the door.  You never stuck around and risked seeing someone you didn’t want to.  However, you did pause at a mirror to check your makeup real quick before stepping outside.  You no longer tasted the vanilla gloss that coated your lips, and it lost its shimmer.  You fished the gloss from your bag, but just as you were about to apply it, you saw a familiar face appear behind you.

   “S-Sherlock!?” you questioned, whirling around to face him.

   “As I suspected,” he said simply.

   “_______,” John spoke up.  He stared at you in disbelief of what he saw.  “How-what-why?”  He was unable to find the words for a moment until he settled on blurting,  “you’re really good, you know!”  

   “I don’t know about that,” you mumbled.  Then, you folded your arms.  “What are you two doing here?”

   “Three, actually,” Mycroft’s voice sounded, and he stepped out from behind your two friends.  Sherlock rolled his eyes.

   “Right, Mycroft came too.”

   “Oh, so that was really you I saw earlier,” you realized aloud.

   “Yes,” Mycroft nodded.  “Your friend is right.  You were really good.  What on earth are you doing playing in a place like this?”  He glanced around the dimly-lit room with disdain.

   You blushed at his compliment.  “Well, I like playing here.  It’s not too crowded or loud.  Plus, no one knows me here.  I’ve got my own secret identity.”  You narrowed your eyes at Sherlock.  “You still haven’t answered my question.  What are you guys doing here?”

   “Well, we knew something was going on,” Sherlock began.  “You started disappearing a night every week.  Dressed up.  More makeup than usual.  John suspected you had a secret boyfriend.”

   “Which was a reasonable guess, I think,” John defended.

   |Sherlock looked to you again.  “And I told him that wasn’t the case because you have feelings for-”

   You gave Sherlock a warning look, silently telling him not to finish that sentence right in front of him.  Your eyes darted to Mycroft to gauge his reaction, but aside from his eyebrows lifting with interest at what Sherlock was about to say, he didn’t look too suspicious.  He was always good at putting on a calm front.

   “So,” John continued, breaking the awkward silence.  “We decided to investigate and see what was going on.  Mycroft was concerned too, so he came along.”

   You lifted a brow.  “You followed me?”

   “Technically, no,” Sherlock pointed out.  “I wanted to simply follow you, but John raised his objections because in his mind, spying is wrong-

   “Because it is wrong,” John grumbled.

   “So I was able to use my power of deduction to track you instead.”

   “Of course you did,” you sighed.  “Well, now you know my big secret.  Congratulations.  Any questions, comments, complaints?”

   “Just that you are seriously good,” John said.

   “I’m more of a violin person myself, but I must admit that your skill with the guitar was very impressive,” Sherlock added.  “There’s no need for you to hide it from us.”

   “Yeah, you can expect us all to come and watch you play every week,” John smiled.  Satisfied with how everything turned out, he looked between you, Mycroft, and Sherlock.  “Why don’t we head back to the flat?  It’s getting late.”

   “I’ll give you all a ride in my car,” Mycroft suggested.  

   Sherlock rolled his eyes, but agreed.  On your way out, Mycroft walked beside you.

   “Last week’s performance was pretty good too,” he commented quietly.

   You looked at him in surprise.  “You already knew?”

   “I am practically the government, _________,” he chuckled.  “I know almost everything about everyone.  I’ve known for quite a while.”

   “Of course,” you chuckled.  “But why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

   “You were keeping it a secret for a reason.  I trusted that if you wanted to tell us, you would when you were ready.  In the mean time, I stopped by every now and then just to listen.”

   You were pleasantly surprised by his words.  “Well, I appreciate it.  For keeping my secret and being so supportive.  Your opinion really matters to me.”

   “So I’ve been told,” he smirked, glancing at his brother.  “Your friends don’t keep secrets as well as I do.”  

Reverse Idol (Jimin)

And now it is time for the first half of the Busan line, one part of the maknae line, a total angel whose pink hair has officially fucked me up I think he’s blonde now (last I checked at least these boys dye their hair too quickly for me to keep up sometimes) but the pink hair was so amazing while it lasted I’m in love, Park Jimin aka chim

  • This AU is gonna be about what I think would happen if the reader was the idol and BTS were the fans, you can also think about this like a general celebrity post, I’m gonna be basing this off of kpop idols bc it’s easier for me to write with just one focus instead of being all the over place with it but if you wanted to see this as an actor!reader or a non-kpop singer!reader post, you could easily do that (and of course this is all still gender neutral)
  • Another series with idol!reader is my idol couple series (Jimin’s post is here) where both the reader and BTS are idols
  • This is gonna feature some bassist!Jimin (here) to sum it up, he’s in a band with the boys and he plays a bass
  • We’ve actually seen fanboy!Jimin in action (with Big Bang of course, Taeyang especially) and it’s super cute bc he’s done lil snippets of covers so many different times and he respects him so much
  • He’s the type of fanboy to know all the choreographies, all the lyrics, the mannerisms just all the things (I’m loving this bc this is all canon this isn’t even head canon) 
  • He wears merch here and there publicly but at home, it happens a lot more often bc he bought one of your hoodies and it’s winter so he’s cold and needs warmth so why not rep his favorite artist while being warm
  • He’s got zero issues getting the boys into your music, especially the maknae line bc we all know those three are forever together
  • All three of them have lip syncing nights, dance nights, they watch the music videos together and Taekook tease Jimin whenever you come onto the screen bc crush alert
  • Jimin would be so cute about it though like sometimes he’ll just get really smiley and blushy and you know that shy smile that he does, he does that a lot when they tease him bc he can’t deny it it’s true
  • Jimin reacting to performances is so cute bc you can tell he’s so happy and sometimes he’ll dance in his chair but there was one Big Bang performance he reacted to and he was just swaying in his chair all happy and it was the c u t e s t
  • He’s the type to absolutely lose control and jam out to your music but then be really calm (on the outside) when he had people watching him bc our chim chim is a shy bub at times and he gets this sheepish smile when fans catch him doing it and he can’t help but laugh
  • It’s well known among both of your fandoms that he’s a fan of your music
  • He mentioned you as his ideal type or celebrity crush in an interview back towards your debut and when he’s on tour, he’s got his favorite album of yours with him so he can listen to it after shows and relax
  • One day, Tae takes over his twitter and tweets out that Jimin is in love with you (Jimin gets his revenge by tweeting at Tae’s crush from his account) and everyone is kinda just cooing at how cute it all is
  • He does this “room tour” video on youtube and you can see one of your posters on his wall and he has this huge album collection and he’s got all of yours in it of course
  • Tae’s filming it all so he’s commenting on everything and he makes sure to stop at your poster and albums bc he’s one of those best friends
  • No one edits it out though bc even the editors want you to find out about Jimin’s crush, it’s been there for like two years ever since he saw you perform your debut song he’s been all heart eyes
  • Okay so head canon time bc I gotta
  • Head canon that chim goes to a few of your concerts and everyone on social media is !!! over it bc he looks so :) watching you perform and he’s so content and of course all of the boys are there with him
  • He gets Taekook to join him (tae’s a guitarist, kook’s a drummer) in a cover of one of your songs but it’s more of an acoustic laid back version of it
  • It’s Jimin’s favorite song of yours bc the lyrics relate to him so much and he’s got so much emotion in his voice when he sings it and he does that thing singers do when they get really into it where their eyes close and sometimes their brow furrows and it’s a breath taking cover
  • You’ve known about Jimin for a while but you’d never actually seen or heard him until that cover and then it’s just w o w bc even though it’s your own song, he totally flips it around and adds his twist to it and makes it his own
  • You start binge watching all of his performances, his songs with his band, his bass playing bc his voice is really addicting like Jimin’s one of those people that you just want to keep singing he’s got such an amazing voice it’s gentle and soft but then it can be really powerful and of course the high notes are just whoa
  • You watch some interviews and you can’t help but smile whenever he comes on bc he’s so cute and smol and his giggle is so contagious and even his smile is adorable you can’t believe this is the same person you just watched rip his shirt off at an awards show
  • Then you find videos with fans and that’s even cuter damn it he gets so shy but grateful around them and he can’t stop thanking them the entire time he’s signing their things and taking pictures with them
  • You get s o happy when you remember that this is the kid that everyone says has a huge crush on you bc he’s super cute in every way and you really wanna get to know him more bc you think he’d just be really really interesting and funny so you decide to private message him and just cross your fingers that he responds
  • “Your voice is amazing, we should do a cover together!”
  • Side note, Jimin sees the message as he’s getting out of the shower and he screams from the bathroom and Jin’s sitting there making some tea when Jimin runs past the kitchen in nothing but a towel screaming for Taehyung to “come look”
  • Namjoon kinda just looks at Jin and looks back at the hallway
  • “Should I even ask what just happened”
  • “I don’t think you wanna know” 

Young George Harrison imagine One Shot

a/n: hello hello here i am again

impatience. want. always on edge. easily annoyed.

those were words with which paul, ringo and john could describe their guitarist george the past few weeks. being in liverpool for a few weeks and then going to america again made him quite unstable. he’d have mood swings, insomnia and his bad side - you could say - showing. why, you ask?

while the band was in liverpool, their home, george had reunited with his childhood friend and long-time crush, y/n. since they were kids, y/n and george had done everything together for their mothers were close friends and both families often did things together and visited each other. they had lived across the street from each other and always came over after school.

when george found out he really liked the girl as more than just a friend, he was in another country. far away from y/n physically and mentally. it was before they returned to their home town. but, in the few weeks he spent there, he never found the right moment to tell her. and y/n wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind as of her mother had passed away while george was away.

and now, when george was sixteen hours before seeing y/n again, he didn’t really know how to tell her how he feels. he wasn’t good at those things. and he was too embarrassed to ask his band mates for they already thought of him as the small one, the young one. george didn’t want to make the impression that he had no experience in girls. not that it’s not true, of course.

so, as george was laying in his hotel room, trying to fall asleep, y/n tortured his tired mind. she was the only thing on his mind and he couldn’t even get the chords on his guitar right, earlier on stage. it was the reason ringo, paul and john had left him sulking in a room for a good song was ruined during that night’s show. george stated in his mind that they don’t understand anything and that they don’t know what it’s like.

george didn’t know if y/n felt the same way about him, but he just felt like he had to tell her how he felt. he needed to let her know. how could he keep it a secret? that wouldn’t be fair to y/n. he was always listening to what she had to say to him, they both trusted each other. and for this was really important, he can’t not tell her about it. perhaps it may ruin their friendship, because they had known each other since their day of birth and wouldn’t be proper to be in love with your best friend, but… you just can’t help.

sometimes george thought that maybe he shouldn’t tell her. i mean, why would she like him? he was just some celebrity now, and thought of himself as nothing special. there are so many other guys that would guarantee her a better, more peaceful life. and neither george nor y/n knew if he would spend his whole life touring or not. so really, why would y/n want to be with anyone who couldn’t promise anything? she’d much rather have someone by her side who she could plan her whole life out with. george wasn’t that person.

nevertheless, george was going to tell y/n how he felt. in a little bit more than sixteen hours, he will. and perhaps everything will change and maybe nothing will. nobody could know.

“y/n, my dear sister, what are your plans for tomorrow?” mary (y/n’s sister, yeah, i wanted to name her properly) asked through the telephone. “i was thinking you could visit and spend time with my kids.”

“oh, mary…” y/n smiled, “sorry, but i’ve got to say no. tomorrow is a taken day for me.”

“you’re saying no? you mean you’ve got plans?” mary questioned.

“yes.”

“please, tell me, what in the world is better than meeting your lovely sister?”

“well,” y/n inhaled a huge breath, “george harrison is coming back to liverpool for a while.”

“ohhh,” mary said and chuckled, “is that the lad from that famous band? is he the one you’re in love with? he was on TV just moments ago.”

“mary,” y/n sternly said, but then let out a laugh, “right you are, you know me so well.”

“well, then i will leave you to it. don’t forget to use protection.” mary joked.

“dear lord…” y/n rolled her eyes with a smile.

“but seriously, when will you tell the poor lad? i bet he’s dying to know.” mary said.

“i don’t know…”

“you know he’s positive about you, don’t you? remember that phone call he made i told you about?”

“yeah, yeah, i remember. he could have been talking about you, though.”

mary rolled her eyes. “you naive little lamb. course he was talking about you! there’s no doubt. he always saw me as the strict older sister.”

“strict? don’t fool me.” y/n laughed. “but i’ll try and tell him, alright? so you don’t feel heavy about it.”

mary rolled her eyes again. “me? i have no part in this. and i don’t want any, either. only if i get to plan the wedding.”

“mary, shut it.” y/n said.

“love you, too, sis.” mary said with a chuckle.

“good evening to you.” y/n said and put down the phone, ending the call. she huffed. tomorrow will be a hard day.

being around a celebrity - that is what you can call george now - is hard enough, in public or not. but being around a celebrity who’s your childhood best friend and long-term love is much harder.

but y/n will hold it all in and somehow try to tell george how she feels about him. she needed to. she couldn’t keep anything from george. y/n wouldn’t do that to him.

the day came, and george with his bandmates had landed in the liverpool airport. their flight was nothing out of the ordinary, and the landing, too. hundreds of fans were waiting for them at the airport, but they quickly got away and drove to their desired places.

george’s parents greeted their son with a breakfast at his home. he didn’t want a party for him returning home, for he thought of that as unnecessary and too much of an event. there was just three of them at home, which george thought was enough.

after catching up with his mum and dad about what he had missed while being away, he got ready to visit y/n at her home. it was raining outside, but it wasn’t much of a bother. george thought he and y/n could take a walk somewhere, but maybe the sky will clear out. oh wait, could he properly walk around now? not really.

even to go to y/n’s house, he had to run so quick as if a pack of bears would be chasing after him. his skinny legs carried him over the pavement, past a few groups of girls sitting on the pavement. they started screaming and when they were up on their feet to run after him, george had already opened the door in the fence around of y/n’s house. seconds passed and he was safely behind the front door. having been in the house all his childhood, george professionally locked the door fully.

what if they smash the windows? no, thanks to the metal fence around the house, they couldn’t. and, george hoped, the girls would be polite enough to leave the house be.

once george had calmed his breathing and neated down his turtleneck sweater, he looked around the house. he didn’t see anyone near him, so he walked further into the house. for a regular person, it would be rude to just barge in y/n’s house, but george had… you could say, privileges. so, the young boy was sure she wouldn’t be badly surprised if she would see him walking around.

george studied the white hallway walls for new photographs. he only saw pictures of y/n’s family, y/n when she was younger, george and y/n as kids, teenagers and… there was just a place for one more photograph. if only they could take a picture now. george did bring his photograph home, but he left it at the house. eh, regret.

“george?” he heard her sweet voice calling from the other end of the hallway. george turned his head in her direction and saw her. finally. after all this waiting, he finally met her. he finally had a glance at her.

george stalked down the hallway towards her and as soon as he was close to her, he brought her in for a tight hug. y/n immediately wrapped her arms around george’s skinny frame and sighed into his sweater. “i’ve missed you.” george spoke in y/n’s ear quietly and slowly. y/n felt like she fell in love with him all over again because of his voice. he talked so sweetly and lazily, it sounded like his words were made of warm honey.

“i’ve missed you, too.” y/n replied. george wanted to stay this near to her forever, but the girl pulled away for this wasn’t all she wanted to do today. george almost whined at the loss of contact, but dealt with it. “how have you been? how did you even get in here?”

“oh, i ran.” george simply said. y/n raised her eyebrows. “the door was open.” george corrected himself. y/n chuckled.

“that’s irregular, but alright. did you lock it?” y/n walked into the kitchen of her house. george nodded. “thank you. would you like some tea?” she turned around as she had stopped at the kitchen counter and she saw george nodding again. y/n turned back around to face the kitchen window and heat the water in the kettle.

george leaned against the doorframe and watched y/n boiling the water. her hair hadn’t changed, her clothing style hadn’t either. her hips were softly swaying to the rhythm of a song that she was humming quietly to herself. she had a good voice and george had always told her that, but she didn’t take any serious notice of it. y/n was the same george had left her a month or so before. as beautiful, mesmerizing, humble and positive as before. but george thought he loved her more and more with every second.

“so, i probably sound boring if i ask you how was your mini-tour.” y/n spoke, getting the mugs and tea out of a cupboard. “but how was it?”

george smiled very faintly. “it's… it’s uh, very loud.” he replied. he heard y/n chuckle. “lots of people, you know. i’m sorry,” george started. y/n turned around to look at her friend, “i don’t want to talk about it. i feel like someone’s interviewing me.”

“oh, pardon me.” y/n turned back around to make the tea. “i just want to know how you’ve been doing.” y/n said and then turned back around to george with two hot mugs in hand. “shall we be going to the living room?” she asked.

george nodded, his facial expression showing that he had just returned to reality. the blueish grey light from the outside rain showed george’s cheekbones perfectly and y/n almost melted at the sight of him right then and there. she extended the mug in her hand towards george and he took it gladly. “it’s extremely hot.” y/n warned.

she walked back into the hallway and then into the spacious living room. it only had one sofa, a tv, a coffee table and the rest of the room was filled with books, blankets and pillows lying around. george followed y/n who sat down on the sofa and as he placed his mug on the coffee table, he spotted a black cat whirling its tail around the leg of the coffee table. “you have a cat now?” george spoke, leaning back down into the sofa.

“uh-huh.” y/n nodded. there was a gap between y/n and george and both of them could feel that it was the physical form of the awkward tension between them. “ricken?” the girl said and the cat perked its ears.

“ricken?” george furrowed his eyebrows. y/n chuckled as her cat jumped up on the sofa between her and george.

“yeah, i named it after one of your guitars.” she replied. “the rickenbacker. you still use it, right?”

“yeah, i do.” george said. she named her cat after my guitar?

“i named it after your guitar so that if you were gone for a long time, i’d have something connected with you at home, beside me.” y/n said.

“that’s really nice, y/n.” george said. “ricken?” the cat turned its head to george. he slowly started to pet the cat and it started purring. “a girl or a boy?”

“she’s a girl.” y/n replied. “so, how is your life? how have you been, george?” she asked, looking at george with her head turned sideways. george shrugged his shoulders.

“i’ve been alright.” he said.

“is there any girl on the horizon for you?” y/n smirked. george grinned and let out a soft chuckle.

“ah….” george started. could he say it right now? he didn’t want to, he wanted to spend some not ruined time with y/n, “let’s talk about that later.”

y/n chuckled, trying hard not to show any emotion. “alright. but-”

“could we talk about you?” george interrupted. “i feel like you think i’m the important one now. but i’m not. i’m here to spend time with you.” he spoke slowly, petting ricken who was sleeping in his lap then. “so how are you?”

y/n huffed. “i’ve been…. managing.” she said. “but it’s okay. i got ricken and started playing piano. i’m also working, so… i’m alright.”

“how old is ricken?” george asked.

“eight months or so.”

“hmm.” george raised his eyebrows. “she looks older, bigger.”

“it’s because of her species, i think,” y/n said, “at least that’s what the lady selling her told me.”

“the lady selling her?” george furrowed his eyebrows. “that sounds horrible.”

“don’t worry, george.” y/n said with a chuckle. “her cat gave birth to eight kittens total and she had no one else to give them to, so she just took them with her to the market and gave them away.”

“ooh.”

“ricken was the only one left.” y/n said. “the lady said that two families had taken all the others and ricken was sort of left behind. but then i appeared! only cost me a few pence.”

“that’s nice of you.” george said. “but i still don’t like the thought of people selling animals. it’s just like selling a person.” he admitted. “paul is good with cats, they love him.”

“paul?” y/n furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember if george had ever mentioned him. “oh, wait-paul mccartney? the boy who introduced you to john? he plays bass, right?”

“yeah, that boy.” george laughed. “have you never met my mates, y/n? i thought i introduced them to you.”

“i don’t think i have. although, i hear from my sister that they’re all quite attractive.” y/n said and then chuckled. “you’re alright, too.”

george laughed. “thanks.”

“i’m just teasing. i’d love to meet them, though.” y/n admitted. “what are they doing while you’re all here?”

“uh… i don’t really know. john’s with cynthia. paul and ringo… “ george shrugged. “perhaps same as me, they never mentioned their plans.”

“hmm.” y/n hummed. “seems weird. your mates don’t tell you what they want to do.”

“i didn’t really ask them. we didn’t really have much time together.”

“what? you’re always together, no matter where.”

“well… it’s hard to reach me when i’m only thinking about one thing. i bet it’s that way with everyone. you just have that one focus and nothing else…” george felt himself drifting away as y/n wanted to ask him what’s that one thing on his mind. but then the young man cleared his head. “anyways, have you got anyone on your mind?” he suddenly asked.

“uhh…” y/n raised her eyebrows. now’s your chance, y/n, do it. she fidgeted with her fingers in her lap. “yeah, there is one person.”

“tell me about it.” george urged. y/n was silent. “c'mon, it’s alright. you can trust me.”

“okay…” y/n trailed off. “there is a guy i’ve known for a while.” she started. “and i really like him a lot, he’s like the perfect one! he likes the same things i do, he sings nicely and oh my… i just really like him, i feel like it’s love i’m feeling.” y/n blushed slightly.

“sounds good to me.” george shrugged his shoulders, pretending to think nothing of it. “do i know him?”

“yes, you could say that.” y/n nodded and chuckled. “what about you? tell me about your… romances.” the girl smiled at george.

“alright, well…” george sighed and looked at the ceiling. “your ceiling’s black.” he stated.

“don’t change the subject, george.” y/n warned, but chuckled. “but yeah. there was a day i felt artistic and i just got some paint and did it.”

“do you regret it?”

“no. it’s not that big of a change in the house, so i guess i don’t really notice it.”

“it looks nice.” george admitted and then looked back at y/n. “i’ll tell you about this love of mine, don’t remind me.” y/n chuckled and brought ricken in her lap. “she’s…. she’s one of a kind. i don’t think you could find anyone that would be even similar to her. she’s one in a million, y/n, and i’m afraid she doesn’t acknowledge it. i barely see her lately. but i’m waiting for the right moment to tell her, yet… i feel like i shouldn’t because it would ruin our friendship.” george spoke and his eyes showed that he was drifting mentally away. y/n knew at that moment, she really knew it was her george was talking about. mary was absolutely right. “but i’m just me. i’m nothing special. well, i am something special, but i’m sure she would like to be with someone who could guarantee her an ordinary life. with me having this band business and all, i can’t guarantee anything to anyone. and i’m the same as every other guy, there’s nothing really special about me, except i can play guitar and sing, but… besides that, i don-”

whatever george could have said, y/n drowned down her lips. she had realised george was feeling the same way about her as she did about him, it was she who george was talking so passionately about. she surprised him by putting her lips on his in a sweet kiss as her hand was on his cheek.

george’s eyebrows raised at the action, but he didn’t protest. instead, his hand wrapped around y/n’s neck and disappeared in her bright hair, pulling her closer. he inhaled a huge breath and kissed her back, pressing himself against y/n’s delicate body and with her agreement, he softly pushed her down on the sofa. ricken quickly jumped off the furniture with a loud whine.

“y/n.” he said suddenly, pulling away and steadying himself above her. george got so caught up in the moment, he didn’t know what he was doing. he searched y/n’s face for anything, but he couldn’t read her for the bliss he was in. “i waited so long to do that.” george admitted. “but you like someone else, i-”

“it’s you, george.” y/n whispered. “i was talking about you.” she stated. “please kiss me again.” she sighed before george bent down and glided his lips against hers again. y/n put her arms around george’s neck, pulling him closer to her. his one hand was on y/n’s waist and the other was in her hair while their kisses grew more and more passionate. “i can’t breathe.” y/n suddenly said. she didn’t know if it was only because of the kissing or also the bliss she was feeling at the moment.

“was that your first kiss, love?” george asked, making y/n melt at the nickname. she nodded. “mine, too.”

“wasn’t it some girl from school? or was that only rumours?” y/n furrowed her eyebrows.

“what?” george asked, confused.

“oh, nothing.” y/n said, shaking her head. she tilted her chin up at george and smiled. “do you really… feel like that… about me?” she whispered.

george nodded slowly. “i waited so long,” he said, “i felt like i would die if i wasn’t by your side at moments. you make me feel so good when i’m with you, i feel like i’m alright and nothing’s wrong or worrying me. it’s like… there’s just the two of us. and everything’s okay and we’re in our own little word.” george spoke quietly. “i just can’t live without you. you’re like those little… drug pills to me. every time i say goodbye to you, i need you more and more.” his fingers traced softly along y/n’s jawbone as he spoke.

y/n almost cried at his words, but she only blushed and smiled slightly. “that’s so nice of you, geo.” she said quietly. “thank you.” her hand made its way on george’s cheek. “you’re the nicest person ever.”

george smiled and kissed y/n again. he grunted quietly. “i just feel so good around you.” he sighed. george’s eyes looked at y/n’s lips, then her cheek and then he finally found her eyes again. “are you okay? with this?” he suddenly asked.

y/n laughed quietly. “yes.” she replied. “yes, i am.” her head nodded with a smile on her lips. y/n couldn’t completely believe this was all happening, but she played along either way. “i’m so glad that you’re here with me.”

george only looked at y/n, trying to push the fact that he would be going away in a month’s time out of his mind. to enjoy the moment. to appreciate that he was there, with y/n. he was the closest to her he had always wanted, holding her and talking to her. and for once, he could speak to her with no boundaries and nothing holding him back.

“george?” y/n and george heard a voice coming from the direction of the front door. “are you in there?”

george sighed. “who’s out there?” y/n asked as they both sat up on the sofa. george chuckled.

“eh, those would be paul and ringo and john.” he replied.

there were a few bangs at the door. “george!” boomed a stronger voice. george sighed again.

“i guess i’ll have to go out there.” he spoke. y/n chuckled.

“i’ll come with.”

#156 - For Nell

Filling the prompt “Van sees reader in an altercation with their partner and he intervenes and assures them that the partner is wrong and they’re wonderful just how they are?”

Note: I cannot tell you how annoying it is to write about Van and vans. Like. Van gets into the van. Annoying. Van gets into the automobile. Weird. Fuck. 


It had taken a few hours to find an outfit you felt comfortable in, let alone one in which you actually thought you looked semi-decent in. And, by some miracle, your eyeliner wings were even. When you were picked up out the front of your house by Jono, he hardly gave you a second look as you slipped into the passenger seat. It was meant to be a date, but when you arrived at the restaurant one of his friends was leaning against the wall. Knowing better than to question him, you greeted Dan and followed the pair inside.

The conversation was clearly not meant for you, and you only spoke when Jono was staring at you. “What?” you asked, sitting up straight.

“You’re eyebrows are different,”

“Yeah. I brushed them out. New thing I’m trying. Do you like it?” you replied hopefully. He shrugged, and continued with Dan.

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Dim Rooms & Daddy Kinks

Genre: Smut

A/N: Thank you so much, sweet anon!! I genuinely adored this prompt so much and loved writing this!! Thank you for reading my first proper fic on this blog!

Word Count: 2420

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Age Gaps (Dan’s 17 and Phil’s 21) that’s really it

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Jealousy - part 2

“Yeah yeah,” He babbled, “You can go on fucking your guitarist, bye!” 

I’ve never had something like this with Justin before, he’d never do this when i was with guys he knew/met. Who gives him the right to think i’m cheating on him with my guitarist? Is he crazy?! He knows how much I’m in love with him. Someone must be giving him those thoughts, it’s not Justin who’s talking right now. I’m sure he’s not. 

“Don’t-” I tried to stop him from hanging up the phone but he did. “He hung up on me.” 

“What did he say?” 

“He thinks i’m cheating on him with you,” I rolled my eyes, “The only thing going through my mind is, how? He knows i’d never love anyone how i love him, well, he probably does not know me that well after all.” 

“Does he know i have a girlfriend?” Joe asked going through his phone. 

“If you didn’t tell him, nope.” I replied throwing little stones in the water. 

“Well tell him! What are you waiting for?” 

“I’m not going to do that,” I laughed, standing up from the rock i was sitting on. “If he thinks i’m that girl that would cheat we let him think that.” 

I started walking my way back to the studio with Joe following me behind. He was so far behind and yelling for me to wait for him and I just smiled walking closer to the paps in front of the studio. I was furious but i kept smiling, wanna know why? Because i’m going to get him back for this.

“y/n” I heard joe yell from far behind, “Wait!” 

“I’ll see you inside boo!” I yelled back waving at the paps making my way through them inside. I waved at them till the doors closed and turned around making myself get pushed back by a hard chest. I closed my eyes and held my forehead. “Ouch.” 

“Where do you think you’re going.” I opened my eyes to see who was standing in front of me. 

“Somewhere far from where you are,” I replied walking past him. I heard his footsteps following me. “Don’t come after me.” 

“Why? Are you going to your secret lover?” 

“Justin!” I yelled turning around to face him. “Where did this all come from?” 

“This!” He said throwing a magazine in my face. “How are you gonna explain this?” 

I took the magazine from the ground, touching my cheek where it hit me, opened it and started looking through the pages. “What am I looking for?” 

“page 8.” He said looking at me with folded arms at his chest. 

“You believe this crap?” 

I was reading the page with wide eyes, they had made a shitty rumor about Joe and me. It said ‘is he more than just her guitarist?’ and then it showed a lot of pictures of us together including the ones from this morning. Paps are so fast with everything. 

“Wouldn’t you?” He asked now less angry.

Wouldn’t I? I would. 

“Justin you know me, don’t you?” I asked letting go of the magazine now taking his hand in mine. 

He blinked one time before he took me in his arms. He took a deep breathe through his nose, before he kissed my head. 

“So you lied?” I asked him as he let go of me. “You weren’t smoking?” 

“I wasn’t,” He chuckled, “was just a little mad at you that’s all.” 

I grabbed his hand and pulled him close, heading upstairs to the studio room I was in. I let his hand go the second i walked inside and ran over to my papers. I wanted to sing this song to him that i wrote, but i realized Joe wasn’t here. “Ugh,” I let out while pouting, “I wrote you a song.” 

“Really? Let me hear it.” He said getting excited now letting himself drop on the couch. 

“Don’t think that’s possible,” I could play guitar, but not as good as joe. “my guitarist isn’t around.”

“Please,” He said in a ‘duh’ tone, “I’m right here,” He took the guitar from the table and played a few strings before looking up at me. “give me the sheets.” 

I hand them to him and i heard the familiar tune, he played it like there was no tomorrow. I grabbed my phone quickly and decided to record it for the gram. I started singing close to the end of the video but stopped right when it became too much, i want my fans to get hyped for this new album. Justin looked at me and mouthed something like ‘you ready?’ and i nod as he started to play the guitar. 

“you know they don’t wanna see us together, 

but it don’t matter, no, ‘cause i got you” I sang giving him a wink. 

He was so focused on the guitar, he had his eyes closed and his head was moving with the beat. 

“Anytime you’re under the weather, 

babe we can always go, if i gotta pull up on you, 

on the east side, in the late night, in a disguise.”  I continued with the song now sitting next to him on the couch. The song was over and he pulled me on his lap. He started kissing my cheeks and my chin then my lips. 

“I love you so much.” 

Galway Girl

The cold air hit his bones as he opened the door to the Galway tavern. Cassian had been here enough times to know there would be a crowd. Still he hadn’t anticipated so many people gathered around the stage instead of the bar. He didn’t recognize any of the faces, he looked around and realized this was a new crowd. One had he hadn’t seen before. He let out a breath and tried to warm up his freezing hands by rubbing them together.

Cassian didn’t consider himself a regular. He came to this tavern when he wanted to get out of his usual town and see new faces. He was familiar with the bar tenders and some of them knew his name. But he didn’t come here every night. So he didn’t know their usual acts. Still he felt unsettled as he watched everyone take a spot as close to the stage as they could get.

The lights turned down low as Cassian found a spot by the bar. He let out a breath, his eyes wandering around. The crowd was quiet, everyone was ready for whoever it was about to set foot onto that stage. Cassian had never seen such anticipation. He felt it in the air. He himself got ready as if he knew the girl as she jumped up and everyone started clapping.

She danced around as the person on the guitar smiled behind her. She tapped her feet hard and damn she had a beautiful voice. Cassian was gone the moment she hit that first high note. He had to know her. He wanted to know her name.

She was a natural performer and everyone was captivated. She stomped her feet as if they were the drums, her heels clicking easily in rhythm with her voice. And boy was that voice beautiful. Cassian felt himself leaning in, watching as her chest would rise and fall with each breath she took in. He could listen to that voice all night. He could put this song on repeat for the rest of his life.

He felt drawn to her.

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