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early2000smovieimagines · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating Regina George

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- You technically don’t meet Regina, but she first talks to you one day after school while you’re walking to the bus stop.

- You see, you’re a part of the school yearbook; a photographer to be specific, and took photography class so you were fiddling with your camera while you were walking. You being a part of the yearbook was also initially the reason that she talked to you since Regina doesn’t give the time of day to people like you unless she wants something.

- So there you were, walking across the school yard when Regina fucking George called out to you.

- Now everybody knows who Regina is; which is why I said you didn’t technically meet, and Regina knows that they do, but she’s learned how to play people so she introduces herself. You shyly greet her back, wondering what she’s doing talking to you before she says “oh wow” and begins to ask about your camera.

- You don’t know enough about Regina at this point to realize that she’s playing you like a fiddle so you timidly talk to her for a while before your photography class comes up into conversation. She asks what you do in it and you mention the project you’ve just been assigned: having to pick one or a few subjects and photograph them for about half the year.

- She asks if you’ve chosen someone yet, you mention that you’ll probably choose one of your friends and she says an “oh” which has you hanging on to her next words.

“Well,” she says somewhat pointedly, “I was just thinking, I mean, you’ll have the rest of your life to photograph your friends, and I’m sure you do it all the time. So maybe you should pick a new subject?”

“If you wanted,” she says after you seem to be considering her words. “We’d be more than happy to help you out. You can come hang out with us and build up your portfolio.”

- You ask if she’s sure and she sweetly reassures you, writing down her number and telling you to think about it.

- Well bless your gay little heart, of course you say yes! You’re practically mesmerized by her! It’s just too bad that she only sees you as her own personal photographer ...at least at first.

- So you begin to hang out with the plastics, shocking everyone in your school whenever they actually give you the time of day. Though, of course, they have to give you a makeover and teach you the rules first.

- Everywhere you go, you bring your camera and snap some photos of them, oftentimes at their request. When you’re at school events working on the yearbook, Regina will call your name and you’ll obediently take some pictures of her/them wherever they are. Blinded by your growing crush on the mean girl, you don’t realize what’s happening, especially since she really seems to think of you as a friend.

- I mean, why would she tell guys with newfound interest in you to leave you alone or force you to hang out with her instead of your loser friends/boyfriend or call you up and tell you to sneak out and hang out with her.

- Truth be told, Regina George had taken an actually liking to you and perhaps it had started purely because of the attention you were getting from guys. Regina liked having what other couldnt and now that you were desired; and for other reasons, she wanted you.

- Things come to a head when Gretchen accidentally let slip exactly why Regina had made you their friend after the blonde upset her. The confession had come as a shock but at the same time, you felt dirty, like you’d known all along that it was too good to be true and this was just proving to you that it was.

- You were hurt, you were upset, you were ...angry. How dare she use you like that? Pretend to be your friend for some goddamn photos!

- You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of blowing up on her, of letting her drop you from the group herself after you “overstepped your boundaries”, so, you ignored her. You didn’t answer her calls, avoided her at school, blatantly ignored her when she called after you. You gave her the silent treatment and it gave you a sick sense of victory.

- Regina hates being ignored and not having control of everything so you; someone she’s grown to have feelings for, just up and ignoring her like she was some common geek really pissed her off. God, you should have seen her after Gretchen admitted she’d told you; the blonde could have killed her.

- So now that the blonde knew what was wrong, she started working towards fixing the mess the “brunette bitch” had made. You obviously weren’t returning her calls nor letting her come near you at school, so she had to surprise you somewhere, somewhere you couldn’t get rid of her. The schools darkroom.

- No one was around there after school, well, no one besides you so when the blonde entered and shut the door behind her, tapping on your shoulder as music blared in your headphones, you nearly had a heart attack.

- Out of sheer shock and anger, you began to yell at her, hurling a few “what the hell is wrong with yous” and insults and explaining that you don’t want to see her. She remains blank faced before she tells you to shut up, successfully shocking you into silence.

- She told you that yes, initially she’d only talked to you for the photos but even then, she saw potential in you, she saw something she liked in you. She thought her interest in you was just some sort of jealousy thing but then she figured out that it was something more. When guys asked you out; well when they tried to, she felt the same way she felt when Aaron Samuels ignored her for some other girl.

- And then she asked if you would go out with her, well, she sort of demanded that you’d go out with her and for better or for worse, you said you would.

- For your first date, the two of you go to the mall together. You spend a few hours shopping around, getting coffees and talking like normal humans. It’s no surprise that you have a good time but you are surprised by how natural it feels to be with her.

- The two of you share your first kiss a few days later, after you’d gone to some party that she’d insisted you attend with her. Some guy had hit on you, causing her to subsequently pretend that she was tired of the place and wanted to go home. Once you were back in her car, she’d pulled you into a rough, obviously jealous kiss, leaving you grinning while she began to drive away.

- And thus, the queen of the plastics became your queen.

- Regina isn’t a huge fan of Pda unless she knows that someone in the vicinity has a crush on you. If there’s someone’s day she can ruin by doing it, then she’s all over you.

- You’ll usually keep your arm around her shoulder or have her arm around you.

- Blowing kisses.

- Just watch the lip gloss when she’s going to be in public, alright?

- Aggressive kisses and makeouts.

- She actually likes cuddling; particularly spooning, especially when she’s feeling upset. She’ll either hold you or let you hold her for hours, usually while watching television.

- You have your very own pair of fuzzy slippers for whenever you stay over at her house.

- Sunbathing on her balcony.

- Phonecalls before bed.

- Affectionate name calling and insults.

- Playful hitting and wrestling.

- Borrowing each other’s stuff: clothes, makeup, perfume, etc. She’ll occasionally buy you things just so she can steal them from you later.

- Small gifts.

- A surprising amount of compliments. You don’t expect Regina George to boost your self esteem up as much as she does but what can she say, she just loves everything about you.

- She likes hearing you rant, she finds it really amusing when you act all bitchy.

- Writing in the burn book, or at least being somewhat pressured into trying it; not purposefully. She just thinks that it’s cathartic so why wouldn’t you?

- Making fun of people together. She’s more mean spirited than you are but hey, you’re both being bitches, right?

- Expect her to make a few commands. She’s just used to having followers and puppy dogs for partners, don’t take it personally.

- Getting her to be nicer to her friends.

- Learning the rules of popularity.

- Getting matching jewelry.

- I’m sorry but you’re now her dress up doll and there’s no stopping it. She’ll do your makeup, buy your clothes, style your hair, whatever her little heart desires; and you’ll just have to let her.

- She actually sort of secretly likes punk/alternative music but you’re one of the few people that’s allowed to know. You bought her an Avril Lavigne cd this one time and she not so jokingly said that she’d go down on you for being so sweet.

- You’re dragged around a lot. You sort of just do whatever she wants, especially if you’re just hanging out rather than going on an actual date.

- Surrender the keys slut. Regina insists on driving no matter whose car you’re taking.

- Going shopping. She needs your advice before she can buy things.

- Holding her stuff for her. I’m sorry but your girlfriend acts like a princess.

- Getting coffees.

- Lunch dates.

- Going to parties together.

- Junk food binges.

- Having tons of photographs together. She has a good bunch of the more platonic looking ones; at least until she comes out, displayed around her room.

- Going to her sports games.

- Letting her rant to you before she has an aneurysm. You’ve certainly helped calm her down from some of her really bad tantrums.

- Hanging out with her little sister. Surprisingly enough, Regina actually really likes her and acts super cute when they’re together.

- She’s got a huge house and an aggressively supportive mom so if your parents are shitty, you’re always welcome to stay with them.

- Telling her how beautiful she is and trying to stop her from focusing on every little somewhat nonexistent flaw of hers.

- Reginas a very jealous girl. She hates seeing you with other people, particularly ones who she thinks are interested in you. She’ll ask what you’re doing talking to them and blatantly scare them away when she’s had enough.

- She’s definitely possessive of you; that’s just how she is.

- Don’t mess with mama bear. She’s sorta overprotective of you and gets offended in your honor. God forbid someone upsets you, or just accidentally bumps into you in the hallway, their life will be destroyed in a matter of minutes.

- The two of you probably fight a lot, sometimes merely bickering, other times having full on screaming matches. She’ll usually either act passive aggressive and pretend to not be bothered or be completely blunt and rude.

- You’ll usually give her the silent treatment and she’ll do the same to you, though she’ll snoop and secretly drive around to see what you’re doing without her. When she’s sick of not seeing you, she’ll give a reluctant apology and somehow always make you forgive her.

- Regina isn’t shy when it comes to saying she loves you, mainly because she usually says it playfully. Though, with that being said, she does always mean it when she says it.

- Perhaps the bus incident happens, perhaps it doesn’t. Nonetheless, the two of you are planning on sticking by each other’s sides; at least for a while.

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mcwriting · 3 years

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The Marriage Project (8)

Hello, hello, hello! Here’s chapter 8 after a long break since chapter 7! If you haven’t all ready, make sure you go check out the prologue to Sweet Home Alabama once you’re done here, as I may post the first chap very soon!

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Word Count: 2178

Warnings: Some language? I can’t think of anything else

% approximately the 3rd week of October %

You hadn’t really told anyone what you’d been doing Sunday, and especially left out the part where you were with Tom.

Once getting home the previous night, you’d quickly taken off your makeup and brushed your teeth before essentially passing out on your bed. You’d also snoozed your alarm enough times that you’d had to rush to school that morning, getting to class with only a minute to spare.

In the afternoon, your friends sat around a lunch table discussing how your weekends had gone.

“Mine was pretty boring. How about yours, y/n?” Caroline asked.

“It was fine. Mostly did homework. Oh, and I took some senior pictures yesterday, but that’s it.”

“Oh that’s why your hair is straight?” someone else asked.

“Yeah, I got home late and woke up late so I just tossed on some jeans this morning.”

“Where even were you? Your snap maps said you were at the lake,” Alexis stated.

To say that question made you nervous was an understatement. You didn’t want to give anything away so you tried to keep it vague.

“Oh, yeah. The photographer knew of a place out there we could go so I said yes.”

“Who was your photographer? I’ve been looking to get pictures done,” Caroline said.

Well, there goes ambiguity.

“Hah, well, Nikki Holland.”

“Isn’t that Tom’s mom?” Alexis asked, squinting at you. You sighed.

“Yes. I’ve been at their house a lot for the project and her whole career is photography so she asked me if I wanted her to do my pictures for free. I couldn’t turn that down.

“So that’s why you and Tom were at the same location yesterday!” Alexis exclaimed.

“What! Keep your voice down!”

“So it’s true? You and Tom took your senior pictures together? I was waiting until you’d admit why you were together.”

“Okay there are so many things I need to address but firstly, we did not take them together, we just did them at the same time. And secondly, since when do you have Tom on snap?”

Alexis rubbed the back of her neck and looked away. Everyone else looked surprised and kept quiet.

“Remember sophomore year when I went to that party while you were out of town? And I told you I made out with someone? Well….”

“ALEXIS!”

“I was drunk, okay? By the next day I realized how gross it was, but I kept him on snap so I could keep tabs for when we talked trash about him.”

You folded your arms across your chest and stared blankly across the table at your best friend.

“And you just didn’t think to tell me that you, I don’t know, made out with my mortal enemy and have had him on snap for the past 2 years?”

“I thought you’d be mad at me! Obviously it was the one time, and we’ve never sent each other a single snap. This was about you anyways and how you and Tom spent yesterday together. Where were you, actually?” Alexis asked, looking at you expectantly. You rolled your eyes.

“His grandparents have a lake house, okay? His mom planned the whole thing and the leaves were pretty colors, so it was whatever.”

“Hm, I guess so…” Alexis trailed, giving you one final look of “this conversation isn’t over” before someone brought up a different topic.

With volleyball regionals that upcoming weekend and Tom having an away game, you and he decided to work together that Thursday at his place.

You quickly rinsed off after practice and headed over to his house where he was waiting at the door.

“Took you awhile,” he commented as you came up the sidewalk.

“Yeah, sorry. I got caught talking to coach about this weekend. It also takes forever to get these leggings on right out of the shower,” you joked, gesturing down at your athletic pants.

You got to work pretty quickly as there was a lot to do as compared to normal. By the time you finished, it was almost dinnertime.

“Oh, I think my mom finished all those pictures if you want them. Let’s go find her,” Tom suggested, leading you downstairs.

Her and Dom were in the kitchen cooking together. It was sweet watching them interact.

“Hey, mom? Did you say you had that flash drive done?” Tom interrupted, causing both parents to turn.

“Yes! I’m glad you reminded me. Dom, hold down the fort while I go get that.”

She led you to her office, then dug around her desk until she found it, handing it to you.

“You know, dinner will be ready in probably 10 minutes. You’re free to eat with us tonight,” she offered.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“You never impose on us! And absolutely, we always make more than enough food so the boys can take leftovers to school.”

Well if you’re sure… I’ll text my mom and make sure she doesn’t mind.”

She didn’t, so as you waited for dinner, you sat down on a living room couch, Tom taking a recliner nearby. From the corner of your eye you saw Paddy walk in the room and freeze when he saw you.

“Y/n! Lovely to see you on this fine evening,” he greeted, sitting tentatively on the other end of the couch. You held back a chuckle at his word choice.

“And you as well, sir. How was your day?” you asked, trying to get him out of his shell.

His eyes widened as he told you all about his school day. You prepared to reply when Dom came and announced the food was done.

You followed everyone to the dining room and stood watching, not wanting to accidentally take someone’s seat.

“Oh, you can sit here, y/n,” Paddy said, pulling out a seat for you in the middle of the table. You glanced to Tom, who was rolling his eyes.

“Thanks, Paddy. What a gentleman you are,” you complimented as he helped tuck in your chair. He took the seat on the left of you as Tom sat on your right. Directly across from you were Sam, then Harry and Dom on either side. Nikki took the head.

“Y/n, why don’t you get what you want first,” Nikki suggested, gesturing over the food. There was spaghetti, salad, and bread. You got only a little bit of each thing, trying to be polite.

“That’s all you want? I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you eat more on the bus to soccer games than that,” Tom commented. You raised your eyebrows at him and nudged his knee with yours.

“Thomas! Don’t be rude! Y/n, you’re free to however much or little you’d like. You can always go back for more later, too.”

Dinner went relatively smoothly aside from that, most of the conversation being centered on you as different family members wanted to know different things (Paddy especially as he’d trained his eyes on you almost the entire evening). For the most part, Tom was quiet except to crack a few jokes or answer something you asked him.

As everyone was finishing their meals, you offered to help clean up.

“Oh, no, don’t worry. It’s Tom’s job to do the dishes tonight,” Dom told you.

“I don’t mind helping him. I can dry if nothing else.”

After being reminded a few times that you shouldn't feel the need to, you went with Tom to the kitchen anyways, holding a towel.

“You really don’t have to help me, you know. You’re technically our guest,” he said as the sink filled with water.

“Seriously, I don’t mind. I have nothing better to do anyways since I finished my homework.”

You worked together pretty much silently, falling into a comfortable rhythm. As you set down the last plate, Tom spoke up.

“Hey y/n, think fast.”

“Wha- TOM!” you exclaimed, as he had shot water at you, making the front of your shirt wet. “Oh you are so dead for that!”

You jumped on his back, pressing your wet shirt against him, causing his own shirt to dampen. He thrashed around, the both of you laughing.

“What the hell is going on in- oh,” said Sam, who entered the room.

You both froze in place, you quickly sliding off Tom as Sam looked at you skeptically.

“Your brother just sprayed me with the faucet, so I was getting back at him,” you tried to convince him. It is what happened after all.

“Right... I was just coming to grab something from the drawer, so I’ll leave you all to it,” he said awkwardly as he dug around the drawer and quickly made his leave.

You and Tom both looked at each other awkwardly before bursting into laughter.

“You know you’re lucky this is a dark shirt,” you said after a moment.

“Am I though?”

“TOM!”

When you got home a little bit later, you decided to plug in your flash drive and look at all the pictures Nikki had taken. You were marveling at her work when your phone started buzzing. It was Alexis.

“Hey, what’s up?” you picked up, confused as to why she’d call on a Thursday night.

“Hey. I saw that you were home so I figured I was good to call. Are you alone?”

“Yes, and why do you need me alone?”

She paused.

“Look, y/n, I’m sorry for bringing that stuff up about Tom in front of the girls Monday, but, since I don’t know when I’ll be able to get you alone again, I need to ask you something.”

“Okay what is going on?” You’re scaring me a little.”

“I hate to be the one to ask this, because I know you and we came up with that whole revenge thing at the beginning of the semester but… do you… have feelings for Tom?”

You were taken aback at her question.

“What! Me have feelings for Tom? Are you crazy?”

She sighed.

“Well it’s just that, you two are always together now, your usual bickering has turned into normal banter, and you literally traveled to take pictures with him last weekend. It just seems like something else is there, and the whole school is starting to pick up on it.”

Ironically, you had frozen on a picture of you and Tom from Sunday, one of you standing in your sports uniforms back to back.

“Okay so maybe we’re kind of friends now, but that doesn’t mean I like him! And how many times do I have to say that the pictures were just at the same time?”

“Then explain to me why his mom’s website has multiple pictures of you two together?”

Your blood ran cold and stomach dropped.

“Wait, what?” you breathed, immediately going to pull up her page. Like Alexis said, a picture of the two of you posing was at the top of the home page. It was the same one you’d been looking at before. “Oh, no,” you whispered.

“Are you seeing it?” she asked.

You gulped.

“Yep. But, it’s not that bad, right? I mean she takes tons of sports pictures and we look super serious. It’s not like we’re standing with our arms wrapped around each other or anything.” you rationalized, half joking at the end of your sentence.

“You might want to scroll down, then…”

You went past a photo of just you on the dock railing in your jumpsuit to find one of Tom lifting you over his shoulder, but of you laughing.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered.

“Are you sure you’ve got nothing to tell me? I’ve had lots of guy friends and most of them don't do that to me.”

“Yes, Alexis, I’m sure. He was getting back at me for something and acted like he was gonna throw me in the lake. I didn’t realize Nikki took any pictures of it. I’ll ask Tom about it.”

“If you say so… I’ll believe you. But you do know you can tell me anything, right?”

“Of course I do, and I’m telling you right now that nothing has happened or will ever happen. We’re just friends, okay? Now I’ve got to go. See you tomorrow?” you finished.

“Okay, see you tomorrow,” she signed off, ending the call.

You felt another pit in your stomach thinking about how you’d lied to her. You definitely didn’t have feelings, but why didn’t you tell Alexis about that moment you’d had in his room a couple weeks back, or how you'd fallen asleep on his shoulder Sunday night, or even how you’d accidentally seen him naked?

Because she’d think there’s something there.

But there isn’t.

But..?

You shook the thoughts away as you texted Tom, asking him to take a glance at his mom’s website.

“Omg I have no idea why she used the third picture. I’ll see if she’ll change it” he answered.

You were glad he would save your asses like that, but felt a twinge of sadness for it to be replaced. You almost didn’t mind it being there.

A/N: another long awaited marriage project! I have been working so hard to get this out while going through rewrites and working on sweet home alabama, but hopefully this will hold y’all over for now. As always, thank you so much and feel free to hit up my asks any time!

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reyna0w0 · 4 years

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You’re Here Again 5

✏ todoroki shoto © kohei horikoshi

✏ todoroki shoto x fem!reader

✏✏ Chapter 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6

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(Y/N) walked to the same clearing, past the trees. Shoto was standing on the winged bridge, looking down at the koi. (Y/N) called out, “Hey!”

He turned around and gave her a small greeting nod. “Let’s go!”

(Y/N) led the way and also took charge of their conversation on the way. She kept it going whereas Shoto just responded with short answers. It didn’t bother (Y/N) since she could talk forever. It had been a while since she had someone to talk to, well, ever since Miku.

“Here we are!” (Y/N) said, standing in front of a nice little studio with a banner outside saying “Vivid Snaps Studios”. (Y/N) pushed the door open and a little jingle sound alerted the man working in there. Shoto looked at the older man who looked similar to (Y/N)’s father but younger. “Oh! Nice to see you, (Y/N)-chan. What brings you here and this is?” (Y/N)’s uncle asked.

“Hi, Uncle! He’s into photography and wants to learn a few tips from you,” (Y/N) explained.

“Nice to meet you, sir. My name is Todoroki Shoto,” He said with a bow.

If Shoto wanted to learn something from (Y/N)’s uncle, he had to be super respectful. Eagerly, he looked at the older man as he said, “Oh...I-uh...It’s great to see a young person being into photography. Um...I don’t know if I can teach much but you’re free to stick around and watch as I work. I’ll answer your questions if you have any.”

“Thank you very much,” Shoto said with a bow. Truly honored to be able to see a professional at work.

“I’ll leave you guys at it then,” (Y/N) said, turning to leave.

“You’re not gonna stay?” Shoto asked.

“No, because I won’t understand the technical photography stuff,” (Y/N) said with a laugh.

Her laugh sounded like music to him. Her kind and loud demeanor made his usual world slightly different. He wished she’d stay but she had no reason to. Without him knowing, she became part of his daily life. It was a big change from his regular life; meeting her, that is. Even though he had only known her for a few days. But those few days were a bit brighter than usual. It was refreshing for nothing much was new in his life. He definitely had started growing fond of her.

“Oh yeah, sorry. See you next time, I guess,” He replied, slightly down from her leaving.

Nevertheless, he earned an opportunity he wouldn’t normally be able to get so he shifted his focus to the professional photographer.

(Y/N) skipped down the road, wondering how Shoto would do at her uncle’s place. He was a bit antisocial and didn’t express himself much. The odd-looking boy started to linger in her mind more often than before they talked. She made her way to the bridge, this time listening to music, sitting under the lovely blue sky, and rustling trees with a small breeze. (Y/N) breathed in deeply, closing her eyes and immersing herself in the somber music she adored.

It reminded her of that somber girl that decided to depart from this world without warning. A tear slid down her face, again feeling the overwhelming guilt and frustration of not being able to do anything. No matter what anyone said, she knew she couldn’t forgive herself, she couldn’t forgive her for leaving but she wanted to. She didn't know how to leave this place that reminded her of Miku. She came here every day but for what? To apologize? To be forgiven? As tribute? She didn’t even know herself, yet she came here every day without fail.

When she opened her eyes, Shoto was there taking pictures. (Y/N) didn't even notice him until now. “Weren’t you at uncle’s?” (Y/N) asked.

Shoto turned to her and replied, “He had an urgent photo shoot so he told me to come back tomorrow.”

“Oh,” (Y/N) replied.

(Y/N) scrolled through her phone and did something cheeky. ‘Click’. The sound of her phone camera. Shoto looked at her and (Y/N), turned her phone at him, said, “You always take pictures. What about getting a picture taken of? Not the best at taking photos but I think you look good. It’s pretty natural.”

Shoto stood there, deadpan expression as usual. Although, this time he was at a loss of words. Pretty random of (Y/N) to take a picture of him. Hearing no response from him, (Y/N) felt like she shouldn’t have done that so she said hastily, “I’ll delete it! Sorry!”

“No...It’s fine…” He finally replied.

“You sure? It’s wrong of me to take one without your permission,” (Y/N) said, surprised by his reply.

“Yeah. We’re even. I took one without your permission too,” Shoto said.

“Right. If you say so. I don’t mind though since you made me look so nice!” (Y/N) said, smiling.

Shoto let out a small smile. A rarity. (Y/N) caught that smile. ‘Wow! He can actually smile! He should smile more. I don’t think I should tell him that. May or may not have overstepped my boundaries already…’

Truth be told after Shoto sent (Y/N) the picture he took, he didn’t know what to do with the picture so it still was in his camera. (Y/N) did say not to delete it so he didn’t. She didn’t seem to mind anyway. He’d like to keep it with permission though and again, he asked something he normally wouldn’t have. After meeting (Y/N), things were starting to change slowly.

“I still have that picture even though I sent it to you. Should I delete it?” Shoto asked.

“Hmm?”

“Ah, it’s fine. It’s part of your collection. The first photograph of a person you took! And it’s me! I’m honored!” (Y/N) replied cheerfully.

Shoto didn’t expect that reaction but glad he received permission to keep it. It was rather special since he had never taken a photograph of a person before ever since he got his camera and fell in love with photography.

Feeling a bit more comfortable, (Y/N) asked, “What else do you like other than photography?”

“Soba,” Shoto replied with the most deadpan expression.

(Y/N) let out a laugh and said, “I meant like hobbies and stuff but that’s a valid answer. Anything else?”

Her laughing face made his cheeks warm. He thought for a bit for what else he liked and said, “I also like it when you play your guitar.”

Red dusted (Y/N)’s cheeks as she replied softly, “Uh...thanks…”

“I’m not even that good.”

“It’s good.”

“If you say so. I’ll bring my guitar again next time!” (Y/N) said, smiling.

The two conversed a bit more than usual. Shoto even let (Y/N) take some pictures while he guided her with what he knew. Without them noticing, they had gotten more comfortable with one another’s presence.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #333

“imaginary chain / the one you never break / seething all alone”

Do you have any fears you would rarely admit to anyone? Nah, I'm pretty open about what I'm afraid of. What website do you spend most of your time on? YouTube. What class in high school did you struggle with the most? I honestly don't remember with certainty, but it was probably math or economics. At least, I think econ was my senior year. What could you talk about for hours? Mark, meerkats, a few game franchises... maybe a couple more topics. Who is your favorite character from Harry Potter? I wouldn't know. Do you salt your popcorn? Yes. Do you have a Steam account? Yeah, but I don't have many games on there and rarely touch the ones I do. Do you like gaming? I do, but not as much as I did for most of my life. I mostly just play WoW now, and even that I'm not that into anymore. Part of it though comes from not buying any new games that I'm interested in because 1.) no money and 2.) no proper console, and you can only replay games so many times before you're just... yeah, done. Do you like reading books? Some days. Do you like religion? All things considered? No. Do you like Grand Theft Auto V? Y'know, growing up, I actually liked watching my younger neighbor play one of those games, but I don't remember which. Though he never actually "played" it... just ran around wreaking havoc, lol. I do however think GTAV was the one that Jason and Jacob started playing together when we moved into the apartment, and I thought the story was okay; I don't think they ever got far into it, though. Definitely wasn't Jason's sort of game, and I don't think it was too much up Jacob's alley, either. Can you twerk? I haven't tried and you will never see me try either, lmao. Do you have a Spotify account? Yes, but I almost never use it. If the last person you kissed tried to kiss you again, would you start kissing them back? Yes. If your best friend of the opposite sex tried to kiss you, would you start kissing them back? No. Have you ever kissed someone who has previously kissed someone you hated? Yes, because of how badly she hurt him. I don't have any negative feelings towards her now, though. We're actually friends, haha. The irony. Are you an easy lay? What weird wording. But whatever, quite the polar opposite actually. When’s the last time you said you were sorry? A few days ago. Are there any songs you listen to everyday? No. Would you like living on the coast? As someone who lives in a state hit by hurricanes usually every year and has seen the incredible damage they usually bring to the coast, no. I don't like the smell or gritty feel of salty air, either. When’s the last time you were really late to something? No idea. That's usually not a problem with me. Why did you stop liking the last person you liked? The last person I actually stopped like-liking would be Girt, and that would be because I just came to the realization I saw him too much as my brother instead of boyfriend. It just always felt awkward. Do you still talk to that person? Yeah, we're good. No hard feelings or anything between us. Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? No. Do you trust easily? Fuck no. I'll be cautious, at least to some degree, about new people for a while. What is the last song to make you cry? Since I've actually behaved and not listened to any trigger songs, it's been a long while, but it was probably "Another Life" by Motionless In White. Last person you hung up on? I'm sure some automated message. I barely ever answer the phone to numbers I don't recognize, though. Where was your last car ride to and from? To Wal-Mart w/ Mom to pick up our order and then back home. Next big outing? *shrug* Do you find it difficult to stay invested in online relationships? Not really, no. Considering I'm by far my most authentic self online, I actually tend to appreciate virtual friends more, if I'm being honest. I try to keep up with those people. Are you the type of person who pays close attention to the release dates of movies, music, etc., and will, for example, go see a movie or buy an album on the date it is released? If so, when is the last time you did so? Not really, no. I think I saw Warcraft the day it came into theaters, though. Do movies often make you cry? What kind of films/scenes make you tear up most? Yep. Tragic romance tends to do it the most, I think. Do you use any apps to track your health or medications? I have one to track my menstrual cycle as well as another that tracks my daily caloric intake, but I'm bad at using it because it's tedious if I actually have to measure something. Whose opinions/recommendations do you value most? Ummm if you mean like, in general, probably my mom's. But this most certainly depends on the subject I'm taking feedback on. What is something society "expects" you to do that you don't want to do and/or don't plan on doing? Shaving my legs came to mind first. Granted, I will if there is almost any chance of someone seeing them, but otherwise, I just don't care. We respect women with body hair on this account and see them as no less feminine. Are you interested in architecture? Is there any particular style that you're drawn to? I think it's cool, yeah. I should have an answer for this, given architecture was a massive focus in Art History the last time I was in school... Roman architecture comes to my head first, if that says anything. What was one of your favorite things from the nineties? BOY OH BOY, SO MUCH!! I'm probably gonna say the toys. There was some dope shit, man. Do you collect things pertaining to an animal? ANYTHING and EVERYTHING featuring a meerkat!!!!! :''') Do you wish that people were kinder to spiders? Well, yes. I hope everyone in their heart wishes this, even if they're afraid of them. They're very important to our ecosystem, and none are out there to harm us; their existence does us a favor. Where do you normally order pizza from? Domino's (my favorite) or LIttle Caesar's for the price. Did your parents keep anything of yours from when you were a baby? Oh yes, loads of stuff that's stored away somewhere. Do you own one of those "____ For Dummies" books? No, but I feel like we had one at some point? What was the last VHS tape that you watched? Yikes, who knows. Did you watch Boy Meets World back in the day? I actually didn't, no. Our old neighbor though loved it so much that she named her daughter Tapanga (deliberately spelled that way). Who is your favorite Scooby Doo character? I never really had one. Maybe Thelma. If I were to give you a coloring book, what would you want its theme to be? Animals. Have you ever won a stuffed animal at a carnival? Possibly a small one. I can tell you I did however accidentally stab the guy who ran the dart-throwing booth though, lmfao. He was obviously fine, and it wasn't a bad wound. I felt SOOOOOO bad. Are you a fan of narwhals? I'm a fan of any animal. Narwhals are definitely fascinating creatures. Grape or orange soda? Orange. Grape-flavored soda ain't my thing. Have you ever wanted to vlog? Noooo. My life is so painstakingly boring and repetitive. Did you have a favorite Disney movie as a child? It was and still is The Lion King. Do you or have you ever owned a portable gaming console? Yeah, a GameBoy Advance and Nintendo DS. Is shyness cute? It definitely can be. Have you ever had alcohol poisoning before? No. Do you like to gossip, or do you prefer to keep your mouth shut? I'm not a gossip fan. Have you ever vandalized someone else’s property before? Most definitely not. Are your parents divorced? Yes. Have you ever been under suicide watch for 72 hours in a psychiatric ward? Yes; at least here, that's protocol when you're admitted for suicidal thoughts/tendencies. Have you ever gone through your significant other’s phone or social media accounts, or do you respect their privacy? Absolutely not. That shit pisses me off so badly. Do you wear any sort of clothing for religious reasons? No. What's something you worked extremely hard to get? My sanity back. Sounds so dramatic, but I'm literally not kidding. Have you ever been labeled negatively or otherwise been called something extremely derogatory? Not that I remember. How many kids do you want to have? I don't want kids, but to entertain the question, when I did, I wanted three. It's fuckin wild to imagine for even a second that I once wanted that. Do you believe that being gay is a sin? *eye roll* Are you any good at photography? If so, what’s your specialty? I mean it with modesty, but I think I'm pretty good. My favorite thing to photograph are animals, but I generally take most pictures of people by request or pay. Judging by my deviantART account, my nature pics definitely get the most attention. Have you ever been a member of a gang before? Fuckin yikes, no. An infamous gang tried breaking into my childhood home once, so you can probably gather that I would never take part in their "big bad guys" bullshit. Have you ever felt like you were neither male nor female? No, I'm comfortable as a cisgender female. Do you like oatmeal raisin cookies? NO. Anything with raisins = NO. Do you think you’re attractive? No. Has a teacher ever caught and read a note you were passing in class? No, not that I really passed notes to begin with. I'd be mortified, regardless of what it was about. Would you rather live in a tropical or arctic climate? Arctic. Do you have an older brother? Yes. He's technically my half-brother, but I don't see "half"s. Have either of your parents ever been to jail? No. Are your collarbones prominent? Bitch I wish so I could get the damn dermal piercings I've wanted for years. Have you ever in your life worn overalls? As a kid, yeah. So ugly. Do you love yourself? It's... weird. Therapy is making me realize that a part of me, maybe even the bigger one, doesn't, but at the exact same time, I know I have worth just like every other human. I just don't treat myself like I do. What TV shows do you keep up with? None, until Meerkat Manor returns this summer. :') When’s the last time it snowed where you live? A couple months ago we got a little bit of it. Is your belly button pierced? No, but it would be if I was actually skinny. Just in my personal opinion, I don't at all think that that piercing would look nice on someone as overweight as me. Even if my damn dreams come true and I lose all the weight I want, my stomach will never look "normal," even after I get the excess skin removal surgery that will be very high on my priority list for my own self-image that's been nothing but loathsome since 2016. What is your favourite dinosaur? Spinosaurus is the obvious answer. What do you remember the most about your childhood? Lots of imagination. Parents arguing. Playing with my little sister. What age did you get your first hair cut? I have no idea. Do you have a favourite toy from childhood still? No. I wish I hadn't gotten rid of it. Have you ever made bread? No. Would you ever consider shaving your head? Nah. Would you like to live in a realm where the zombie apocalypse is possible? Who says we don't now? Zombifying parasites already exist among insects and such, so like... it's not unimaginable to one day see one developed enough to infect humans. I sure as fuck hope not, but. What do you use to dry your clothes? (Tumble dryer, radiator, etc) We have a dryer. Do you ever play the built-in games on your computer? Which ones? Nah. What was the last spontaneous thing you did? I did this many, many months ago, but I guess watch an episode of The Witcher by my own volition. I don't really do spontaneous things with how routine I am, but I had a random urge to check it out one morning. How loud can you whistle? Not very loud at all. Does anything on your body hurt or itch right now? My knees really hurt. They're getting worse. When was the last time you built a sandcastle? There's noooo telling, it's been many years. Have you ever ridden a mechanical bull? No. Well, not a *real* one, anyway. Just the little ones for kids. If you had to appear on a game show, which one would you choose? Family Feud. What is your favorite hot beverage? Hot chocolate. Do you have an alter ego? Describe them: No. Food: Are you adventurous or do you stick to what you know? I absolutely stick to what I know. I am SO picky. Is there anything (out of the obvious) that makes you feel really ill? I'm not immediately sure, but there's probably something. Do you bump into things often? Yes. I've always had this weird habit of like... drifting when I walk, so I do this easily. I just kinda wander to the sides a bit without realizing it. What design is on your calendar this year? I don't have a current one. Did you enjoy playing Hop Scotch when you were younger? I did. Do you feel uncomfortable going to the movies by yourself? Nah, not really. I did that with Warcraft and it was actually pretty chill. When thinking about your dream home, what do you think would be your favorite thing to shop for? The ~g o t h i c~ decor. Do you ever listen to those lo-fi hip hop/study music playlists on YouTube/Spotify? No. Are you likelier to work harder if you’re being paid? If not, what drives you to give your best effort? I mean, yeah. I'd assume that's pretty normal. Does the fashion sense of a potential partner matter to you? No. Is there anything that you prefer to write down rather than type? I'm unsure. If you download/torrent things, do you remember the first thing you ever torrented? Oh, the Limewire days of music pirating... but no, I don't remember. What was the last thing you posted on Instagram? Something photography-related, but I don't feel like checking. What do you wish your hair looked like? I wish I could pull off pastel pink hair rn. It also desperately needs a trim. Do you still feel anything for the first person you fell in love with? I'm sure I always will, at least a little. Do you get any magazines in the mail? No. Have you ever paid for any kind of online membership? Uhhhhh have I? I don't think so. Who’d you last see in a tux? Probably the groom of the last wedding I shot. Do you record any TV shows and watch them later? No, but I used to do that big time because I loved "rewatching" stuff when I was on the computer. Out of everyone you know, who was the most heart? My mother, big time. Who’s the bravest person you know? Also my mother. Or Sara. What profession do you admire the most? Teachers might just win. The patience that must take, among so many other things. Have you ever made a fake profile, for any reason? No.

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chemiste · 4 years

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Foresight ~ ch. 5

a/n : happy easter or national grilled cheese sandwich day if you don’t celebrate easter :)

p.s- sometimes if i describe an outfit harry or the reader is wearing, i’ll embed a link into the words so you can see a picture of it if you want to. also to note that if the photo had a model wearing the outfit, i’m only showing it for the clothes not the size or skin tone!

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Mitch went first, then Sarah, Adam, Harry and finally you.

The glasses helped considerably from the flashes of phones and the pink sweatshirt seem to draw all the attention to Harry and not you.

But then, a girl in the crowd trying to get to Harry pushed you from behind and you stumbled slightly causing a few pairs of eyes to look at you.

Soon enough, more people started directing their attention to you instead of the superstar. It was when you got cut off from the line of band members did you worry.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t get through!

People started calling out your name and you couldn’t see the back of Harry’s body anymore. It was like a wave went through the crowd, the bodies surged toward the hotel of a sudden, knocking you to the ground.

You caught yourself by the hand that wasn’t holding onto your backpack for dear life.

Call for him, right… now!

“Harry!” You shouted, hoping he heard you. Suddenly, a pair of tattooed hands grabbed hold of you by the shoulder and nudged through the crowd, left arm securely wrapped around you and the other using his elbow to create space between the bodies.

“Hold on Y/N.” Was all you heard him said in a low voice.

After what felt like an eternity, you made it to the front door which opened the slightest bit to let you two sneeze inside before it slammed shut again.

Harry held onto you until both of you were out of the crowd's eyesight, then looked at you with a worried expression, both hands holding you by the shoulders as he examined you.

“Are yeh okay Y/N? ‘m so so sorry I lost you in the crowd, they were bloody brutal.” You took a shaky breath and looked up into the concerned green eyes.

“T-thank you for coming back for me.” He scoffed, “ ‘f course I would.”

In a flash, you pressed your body against his, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his chest. “That was so overwhelming,” You mumbled in between his pecks.

You could feel the vibrations of his laughter and he gave you a squeeze. “Wouldn’t be fair of me to leave m’ best friend to be eaten by paparazzi piranhas now would ’t?”

Everyone got their hotel keys, and to your astonishment, you had your own room too. What’d you think we were gonna do, make you sleep in the hallway? Jeff had said as he handed you the room key.

After getting your luggage the crew had snuck in through a back door from the tour bus, you were all on the 7th floor. Everyone started scanning the door numbers looking for their assigned rooms.

“What number you got?” Harry asked as pulled his suitcase adjunct to yours. “F16” you replied. “Sweet I got F17, we’re right across from each other!” You gave him a small wave as you both entered your rooms.

Once you closed the door, you put your suitcase on the rack and dug through it for something else to wear. You abandoned pieces of your current outfit on the ground. Instead of taking the clothes, you’d change into in the bathroom after you shower.

When you finished your lovely, warm, shower and skincare, you changed into black jeans and a white t-shirt. You opened the lavender curtain to see the beautiful view before you.

The river! Oh how gorgeous.

As you studied the view, a knock on your door interrupted you swooning of different angles you could capture the light reflections off the water. “Coming!” You called as you opened the door.

There stood the rockstar who made girls and boys melt at his feet.

He was stuck in the sweatshirt.

“What in the world happened?!” You laughed and you lead him into the room. His arms were bound by the sleeves over his head somehow, his undershirt riding up a bit from his struggles, showing the tips of the two ferns.

“Can I take a pictu—”

“Don’t you dare!”

“Okay fine, fine!”

You circled him, looking for the easier way to unravel him.

“How’d you even get to my room?” “Lots of prayers an’ bumpin’ t’ things,” He mumbled. “Come ‘ere,” you guided him closer to the bed so you could stand atop it.

So damn tall.

“‘kay, here we go, one, two, three!” You pulled the sleeves up and to the right and out stumbled a dazed Mr. Styles.

You very trying very hard to keep your laughter contained as he shook his hair and ran his ring clade fingers through it.

“How did you even…” “It’s small for me okay?!” That’s when you burst out in laughter, you fell back on the bed, not trying to contain the giggles anymore.

And soon enough, Harry was cracking up beside you. You caught your breath and turned over to mirror his position on the bed, one arm tucked underneath his head. “What’s the story for us?”

“Pardon?”

“Like, how are we best friends? What’s our origin story?”

“Oh…” He thought for a moment before looking back into your eyes. “Where ya from?” You moved to lean up against the head, propping up a knee and hugging it.

“Moved from my hometown at 12 to New York, cause of my Dad’s job. He’s a graphic artist, does a lot of political mail and campaign design. Well, he had a small independent business but a colleague of his died that I think he knew really well from his 20s left him his whole business so Dad took over as the CEO and we moved to Larchmont so he could travel to Manhattan if he had a big meeting for the political season.”

He didn’t say anything so you continued. “It’s pretty nice and I made some good friends from the book club I joined.”

“How’d you meet Maggie?”

“She was actually one of the first models I shot for a fashion line. It was her first time too so we basically bonded over feeling scared.” You cracked a smile at the thought of 16 year old you and Mags, working together for the first time.

“I did online classes for high school through the community college nearby and was technically a junior when I transfer to NYU, these two classes are my last and then I’m done.”

“That’s fantastic.” “Yeah, I happy about it.” You glanced down at the boy in front of you, he seemed to be deep in thought but then sat up and faced you.

“What if you take pictures of me? For your assignment?”

You shook your head, “Harry I couldn’t ask you to—“ “nonsense! We’re already becoming friends right?”

“Right…”

“And since Mags is gone, you’ll need a muse for some of your other pieces and look right here! Probably the best muse you could find!”

“You really are a narcissist aren’t you?”

“Hey!”

You both chuckled and smiled at each other. “If you’re sure, Harry…”

The popstar nodded with a Cheshire cat grin on his face.

“Oh also, I’m thinking that I met you in December 2014 cause you were out taking pictures and we chatted about our love for photography? Or somthin’ like that?”

You perked up at the idea, “Yeah! And we exchanged numbers to send each other photos we thought the other would appreciate but didn’t get closer until recently when you asked from my thoughts on the album and its cover photo.”

“Perfect, we got it down then.” A buzz came from Harry’s pocket and he immediately froze, “Shit, I need to be doing a face time interview in like 5 minutes.”

He bounded up from the bed and raced to the door. “Keep the sweater, I bet it smells like me so it’s don’t pass out from the sexiness emitting from it if you put it on.”

“Harry!”

He gave you a conical smile that was on the verge of sexy— not that you were thinking of it that way.

Once the door closed you melted back down into the bed.

“Fuck me.”

The show was about to start so you decided to hang out in the back of the pit for this performance. Before you left Harry handled you a crew pass that you put in the pocket of your jeans.

“If the fans get to be too much fo’ you, just show the security guard this badge an' hop the fence. You can walk up the makeshift aisle that goes down the middle o’ the pit an’ get backstage easily.”

You nodded before making your way out into the crowd, squishing through excited fans to get to the more spacious back area of the floor.

As you chilled, lean against the railing, waiting for the show to start, a girl in the corner of your eye caught your vision. She looked no older than 14 and kept looking in your direction, walking close by every few minutes before coming back.

When she turned to look at you again, you made eye contact with her and waved her over.

“Hey,” you said in a calm voice, not wanting to scare her off.

She seemed a bit nervous to approach you which confused you. “Do you— are you, um, ah—“

“Take a deep breath, I’m just a normal person you can talk to okay?” The girl gave you a small thumbs up and took a breath, then in one quick sentence, she said, “Are you Harry Styles’ best friend? Can I take a picture with you if that’s alright?”

“Why would you want a photo with me?” You asked, awed that she would even know her.

She’s a dedicated fan of his, she recognized you from the photos online probably.

The girl stuttered in front of you and then gave a laugh as if the answer was obvious.

“I’ve been a fan of Harry’s for a while now but I’ve never seen any pictures of you together—“ You tensed up a little, “That's only cause we—“ She cut you off, “No no, don’t worry! All I was gonna say if that since I’ve never seen pictures of you and him together, he must want to protect you from the media and all that icky stuff. So that must mean you’re a good person, and if he trusted you enough to share his songs with you, then I think so too. So, of course, I would want a picture with a good person, there aren’t that many left in the world ya know.”

Her answer was shunning, but it also made you feel incredibly guilty, this girl was basing you off of a complete lie you and the band had told to cover for the press.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and took the picture with her anyways, she gave a sweet thank you! Before disappearing into the crowd as the rubric cube light lit up the crowd.

After the show, you were back in the dressing room with the band but a bit quieter than usual. The girl’s words were still caught up in your mind and you didn’t realize Harry coming up to you till he tapped your shoulder.

“Y/N?”

You snapped out of it, “Huh? Oh, sorry, what’s up?”

“You just seem out o’ it, yeh good?”

“Harry…” you swallowed and lean in to talk quietly, “ do you ever feel… bad that we’re lying to your fans?”

“What? Wha’ d’you mean?” He said, looking shocked at your question.

“Like, your fans think we’re best friends but we basically just met! I don’t even know your favorite color.”

You ran a hand through your hair, “There was this girl in the audience that said if I was your best friend that meant I was a good person, but how am I a good person if I’m lying?”

You both didn’t say anything for a moment, just listened to the chatter from others in the room and contemplated your thoughts.

“M’ favourite colour ’s blue.”

You glanced up and saw a small smile stretch across his face.

“Mine is yellow.” You replied, starting to smile as well. He put his hand on your shoulder, “I consider you m’friend, so you’re not lyin’ love.”

With that, the singer walked back to the group to give conjugations on another performance and you stood in the corner, watching his every move with a new found calm washing over your shoulders.

As you closed the door to your hotel room, you let out a big sigh and kicked your shoes off. Slipping your jeans off, you put on a pair of black leggings and your favorite sweatshirt. You had just finished your skincare for the night and were snuggled into bed when a knock caught your attention.

Maybe it’s the guest next-door…

But then it came again, this time a little louder and you definitely tell it was from your door.

“Y/N!”

A muffed voice came from it and you quickly padded over to look through the peephole.

It’s Harry!

You quickly opened the door, popping your head out to see if anyone else had heard him.

“What are you doing? It’s 1am!”

You said in a hushed voice, ushering him into your room.

He was wearing black skinny jeans and a Tommy Hilfiger Down Jacket with a beanie on his head. He wore a sneaky grin on his face that made you worried.

“Wan’ ta sneak out?”

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ch. 6

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linmanwe11 · 4 years

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The Modeling Gig

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Words: 1,940 words

Warnings: Um,,, a few swear words, and fluff I guess? Lin being a cute and awkward 18 year old. So... not that many (for this part)!

Summary: College!AU where you’re a photography major at Wesleyan University who is also minoring in English Composition. You sit down in your last class of the day (which happens to be English Composition) when you see him walk in, and from that moment, your heart belonged to him.

A/N: This is part one of a two part short-story! Basically, for those of you who don’t know, Lin tweeted about being a nude model for someone’s Drawing 1 class, so that's what this is based off of! Of course, I added my own little storyline to it, but either way, I hope you enjoy!

Part 1

You were in your first year of college at Wesleyan, going in as a photography major with English Composition being your minor. Being in both of these fields, you knew they would be competitive, but that didn’t bother you as much as it usually bothered others because you knew you had the drive and ambition to be able to excel either profession. You were the best photographer in your home town of Washington Heights, New York while you were in High School, and you received many scholarship offers to different schools, but you went with Wesleyan University in Middletown, Connecticut because it wasn’t too far from home, and because you had fallen in love with it when you went to tour the campus.

Since English Composition was your minor, you were required to take the class each semester. You walked into the lecture hall for the first time, tired, worn out, and a little bit overwhelmed with your first day of college. You walked up the stairs and sat in the top corner of the hall and set your stuff down, placing your backpack in the empty chair next to you then waited for your professor to stand up from his desk and start teaching. It was your 2 o’clock class which meant that it was your last class of the day, so you were just holding out until the end, anxious to get back to your dorm and nap the first day away. All of those thoughts went away when you saw him walk in.

Your eyes glued themselves to him, and you felt your heart skip a beat at the sight of him. His thin frame, strong looking hands, short brown hair, and a jawline that seemed to be razor sharp. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, and you knew you were in love from that very moment. Your parents would always tell you about how they fell in love at first sight, but you never believed that such a thing existed until now. When he walked in, it seemed like everything was in slow motion, everyone else in the lecture hall faded away and it was just him. You didn’t even know his name, yet you felt drawn to him.

Without realizing it quick enough, you noticed that he was suddenly standing next to you, asking you a question that you couldn’t seem to hear.

“I- I am so sorry, what did you say? I was completely spaced out there for a second…”

“No biggie, I just asked if this seat was taken?”

“Yes! I mean, uh, no it’s not taken. Sorry, I’m just nervous.”

“First day jitters? Yeah, I have them too. I’ve been kinda freaking out all day, but I’ve been able to hide it pretty well.”

“Ha, yeah, I guess you can say that.”

He laughed at that and you smiled, but in the back of your mind, you could feel yourself beginning to REALLY fall for him now. He was attractive, super sweet, had a beautiful laugh, AND he had a smile that could light up skyscrapers. Man, you were SMITTEN.

“I’m Lin-Manuel Miranda, by the way. You can call me Lin-Manuel or just Lin.” He said as he stuck out his hand for you to shake, his name rolling off of his tongue with an accent. So, he’s Latino just like you. Could he be any more perfect? You reached your hand out to meet his, instantly feeling… well, you didn’t know exactly what it was you felt, but it felt like electric when your hands touched.

“Hi Lin, my name is [Y/N]. It’s really nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too…”

For a second, the two of you were staring into each other’s eyes, and you could’ve sworn that you could see the stars just by looking in his eyes. Lin’s eyes were beautiful, the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. They were dark, but you knew that they would probably sparkle when the light would hit them a certain way, and that they would light up when he would talk about something he was passionate about. His eyes could tell a million stories, yet hold one heart, and you didn’t know it, but he wanted that heart to be yours. You found yourself getting lost in his eyes, and you soon felt yourself beginning to blush, and you noticed that he was beginning to do the same, but before either of you could say another word to one another, your professor began introducing himself, so you both reluctantly let go, then faced towards the front of the classroom. The butterflies were going crazy in your stomach, and your heart was doing a million flips a minute.

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At the end of the lecture, you began packing up your stuff, getting ready to head back to your dorm and get started on the homework you already had. Before you walked too far away from the lecture hall, you heard someone calling your name from behind you.

“[Y/N], hold up a second!” It was Lin, walking at a fast pace as you stopped and waited for him to catch up.

“What’s up?”

“Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to grab a bite for dinner- or technically a late lunch/early dinner. I don’t really care, I’m just super hungry, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with? I’d really love to get to know you! Only if you want to, of course, I don’t wanna force you into something you don’t want to do. I’m not that kind of guy, it’s just that you seem really nice and like so much fun to talk to and be around and-“

“Lin, breathe! I’d love to get something to eat with you. I’m actually starving too. I was gonna order some takeout and just eat in my dorm before I did some homework, but this sounds a whole lot better.”

“Really? Great! Uh, I mean, cool! Awesome, so uh, where do you wanna go? What are you in the mood for?”

“This probably sounds really cheesy- no pun intended- but I could really go for some pizza.”

“Pizza it is then! Lead the way, my lady.” He said while dramatically bowing in front of you. You laughed at him then began walking to the nearest pizza place which was only a 10 minute walk away from your dorm.

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“So, [Y/N], tell me about yourself.”

“Well, what do you want to know?”

“Everything you’re willing to tell me! I don’t want to pry too much, but like I said, I really want to get to know you.”

“That’s really sweet of you, Lin… I’ll start here; I grew up in New York, in Washington Heights which is in-“

“Upper Manhattan.” You both said at the same time. Confused, you leaned your head to the side, your eyebrows slightly furrowed together.

“How do you…?”

“You’re never going to believe this, but that’s where I grew up too!”

“Are you serious? That’s crazy! How come I never saw you around?”

“I didn’t go to school in Washington Heights, I went to this school called Hunter College- it’s near Central Park, so I was usually always there for theatre throughout high school which is probably why you never saw me around as much. I was always out of place at that school- I loved it though, being one of the four Latinos there, and the only Puerto Rican, it was nice to bring something to the table that my peers didn’t often see… Anyway, holy shit, I can’t believe I never noticed you! You’re pretty hard to miss.”

“Now, I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment or not.”

“Definitely a compliment. You’re so beautiful, I really am surprised that I never saw you around.”

You were taken aback slightly by his comment, but then you looked down because you started blushing and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Lin. Hearing him call you beautiful made you feel something you had never felt in the past with old boyfriends. It made you feel like he actually meant it.

“So, you mentioned you were in theatre when you were in high school?” “Yeah! I’ve been in theatre since like 6th grade, and I love it so much. I’m actually a theatre major- English comp. is just my minor, I’m assuming it’s yours too?” “Yup, Photography is my major, but I’ve always been a really good writer, so I figured, why not minor in it just in case things don’t go right with photography? Kinda like a livin’ on the edge type of thing, you know?”

“I gotcha. Theatre is super competitive, so I understand where you’re coming from with photography. I’ve always been impressed with people who can take really good photos, especially when the picture itself has a deeper meaning than what’s actually there.”

You felt your heart light up again just by hearing him talk about photography like that. Everyone else that you had met always thought it was just about taking a “good picture”, but Lin was an artist himself. He knew that it was so much more than that. He knew that it TOOK so much more than that. You could feel yourself falling harder and harder for the Puerto Rican minute by minute.

Over the next few hours, you and Lin talked about growing up, the struggles of both of you being Hispanic, especially for him. The two of you talked about the dreams you had for the future, and about the things you were most proud of about your family. When Lin talked about his family and his life, you noticed how animated he was- his hands almost never staying still as he used them to emphasize most of his words, and when you talked about your family and your childhood, he never took his eyes off of you. He was so attentive and you could tell that he made sure to soak up all the information that you were giving him.

Both of you lost track of time, and it was soon almost 9 o’clock at night. To think you would have been in your dorm alone right now seemed crazy to you because you couldn’t imagine yourself being anywhere else but there with Lin. Remembering that you both had to get up early for class tomorrow, you collectively decided to call it a night. Being the gentlemen that he is, Lin refused to let you walk to your dorm by yourself, so he walked with you, the two of you talking about everything and nothing on the way there.

“This is me! Thanks for dinner, Lin, it was really nice getting to know you. Funny enough, it feels like I’ve known you for my whole life. I guess it’s because we grew up pretty much the same way. Either way, I’m really glad to have met you today. It was a lot of fun, and thank you for walking me to my dorm.”

“It was really my pleasure, [Y/N]. I had a great time too. I’ll see you tomorrow in class?”

“Yeah, definitely!”

You both smiled at each other then hugged one another goodnight, the hug lingering for a few seconds as you both took each other in- he smelled so good, and he thought the same thing about you- your arms were around his neck, and his were politely wrapped around your body, and you rested your head on his shoulder. After a minute, you pulled away and then turned away, you going into your dorm hall, and Lin beginning to walk towards his own. When you got into your room, you laid down on your bed, a smile permanently planting itself on your face as you thought about Lin and how amazing he is. When Lin walked away, he let out a yell of excitement, earning a few disapproving shh’s from sleeping students.

“Sorry!” He yelled back, hearing more sounds of disapproval, but he merely laughed to himself and kept smiling.

When Lin made it to his room, he began doing and thinking the exact same thing; thinking about you and wanting tomorrow to come quick just so he could see you again. Both of you drifted off into a deep sleep, the last thing being on both of your minds was each other.

Part Two

#Lin-Manuel Miranda #Lin-Manuel #Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader #Lin-Manuel Miranda fluff #Lin-Manuel Miranda Smut #rpf lin-manuel miranda #lin manuel x reader #Hamilton rfp #In the Heights rpf #Usnavi #Alexander Hamilton #Lin-Manuel Fic #Lin-Manuel Miranda Fic #Lin

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wildlyminiaturesandwich · 5 years

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The Sims 4 Moschino Stuff - Early Access Build/Buy Review

Huge thank you to the EA Game Changer Program for providing me with the opportunity to play Moschino Stuff early!

Ever since I saw the trailer for Moschino Stuff, I knew the Build/Buy content was going to be the part of this pack that I was the most excited for and interested in and for the most part I absolutely love a lot of it. But, like CAS, Build/Buy is not without it’s issues.

As always, if you have any questions about the pack, feel free to send me an ask!

See a preview of all the new Build/Buy items here

👗The Buy

I pretty much love all of the Buy Mode objects. The couches come in some very cool patterns as well as solids, the funky pop art mirror is fun, and I love that the end table is much lower than most end tables we have so it sits nice and flush at the same height as the couches and coffee table.

But my favourite things are probably, as always, the decorative stuff. More specifically the LiBEARian (the books with the bear book ends, get it!), the Simsational Style Stack (the magazine pile) and the Amp Stack (they’re all in the pics above). Even though the Amp Stack is purely decorative, it looks very cool sitting next to a guitar and adds a lot of character to any musician’s house!

I also really like the Repurposed Gear Chest (the trunk with stickers on it) that’s essentially a coffee table and looks very cool and retro, and the Tastefully Empty Bookcase which... is not empty at all? lol I do wish the bookcase came in different heights and widths as well, but at least this time it’s a short one, unlike the bookcases that came with Seasons and StrangerVille that I love but never get to use because they’re too tall for short walls.

Something that’s bothered me pretty much since base game released is that there’s no consistent colour palette for all build/buy objects. I get that each pack has specific themes and there might be colours that fit that theme better than others but I would love to see a consistent palette used throughout every pack — say like black and white obviously, 5 different wood tones, 5 solid neutrals and 5 solid “standard” colours (blue, red, yellow etc) — and have every single item that gets added to the game made in those colours, then if a new pack has specific colours for it’s theme they can be added on top of the standard palette. I like the colour palette that was chosen for the items in this pack but I found it really hard to find anything from other packs that matched it. It bothers me so much that nothing ever matches from pack to pack, half the time objects in the same pack don’t even match! And even now that the 350 new swatches were added to base game doors... they still don’t match anything else!

Sorry, I know I’m ranting and this has very little to do with Moschino Stuff but it just really bothers me that nothing ever matches because whenever I build I spend hours trying to find a floor to match the trim around the bottom of the wall I’ve chosen, then none of the doors match the floor and trim so I have to change it all, then none of the windows match the doors, floor and trim, and on and on until I’ve completely forgotten what I originally wanted the build to look like!

I really like the new frames we got for photos too, and the fact that they can now be placed on tables BUT I’ve had a couple of issues with them. First of all, it’s not possible to turn the frames placed on tables using the alt key, so you can only turn them in 45 degree increments and I hate that. I like to have all my photo frames slightly askew at different angles and it bothers me that these ones can only be places either facing straight forwards or angled by 45 degrees.

The second issue I have with the frames is actually more of a technical one but I’m not entirely sure if it’s the frames themselves, the photos, or the photography skill; I haven’t been able to work that out yet. When I have a sim take photos using the new tripod and camera everything is fine, but the second I exit out of the photography UI my FPS drops drastically.

I thought it was just my computer being stupid at first, until other Game Changers started reporting the same issue. I suspect it might be the photos and frames — specifically the new collage frame — because as soon as I remove the frames from the lot, the FPS goes back to normal. My game normally runs at a steady 60 FPS at all times but as you can see here, it drops down to 8-12 whenever there are framed photos on the lot and shoots back up when I delete them.

NOTE: This was with my game 100% CC and Mod free.

All of the new photography gear is so cool too! The fact that most of the items (like the tripod, camera, and tape markers) can be picked up in your sims inventory is so handy; your sim can just grab their equipment and head out into the world to take photos of other sims, landscapes, pets, and themselves literally anywhere they can plop the tripod down! And the backdrops have some really cool backgrounds for you to take photos in front of... or maybe... some other... uses 😈

👗The Build

I think the thing most people were looking forward to in this pack were the beautiful windows and doors; I’m definitely one of those people lol They are definitely gorgeous but as seems to happen every single time we get new windows and doors, the selection is limit in many different ways.

Every single colourway for both the windows and the doors is either white, black, red, or some combination of those colours. There are no colourways that match any of the other colours used on the furniture for the set (like blue, pink and yellow) and absolutely zero wood or neutral tones.

There are also no other heights for both the door and window other than for the shortest wall height, which absolutely baffles me because they’re clearly a set made to be used in lofts and converted warehouse type builds... builds that are generally made with either the medium or tallest wall height. They also didn’t bother to make single tile versions of any of the windows and doors, or even a closed version for the smaller window!

But what’s even more baffling (at least to me) is the way the door was made. I literally spent a full 30 minutes just sitting here in front of my computer, staring at this door, trying to figure out what could possibly have been going through the head of whoever made it when they decided that not only would it be shorter on one side, therefore also shorter than the windows, but also that it wouldn’t take up the full two tiles it was allocated and therefore wouldn’t sit flush up against the windows it was made to go with!

I saw a tweet by one of the Gurus that basically said “It’s the right height on the outside, just flip it around” but... that still leaves you with one side shorter than the windows, it’s just now on the other side, and there’s still gaps at the side! Why you would go to all the trouble to make the windows fit beautifully together like that and then not make the door exactly the same height and width! It bothers me way more than it probably should but I just don’t understand!

On the plus side, there are some base game doors that fit in with the windows (kind of) that I will probably use instead of the Moschino door... at least until someone makes a build add-on for them anyway lol

👗The Verdict

Overall, while I have issues with some of the build/buy stuff, this is where this pack makes up for the lack of CAS stuff in my opinion and what would make me want to fork over the $10 for the pack. To be completely honest, I’d pay $10 just for the LiBEARian though 🤣

All thoughts and opinions expressed in this review are my own. I am not paid by EA to “hype” their games; I am given the opportunity to review their games early in exchange for an honest review.

Click here for my Create-A-Sim Review

Gameplay Review coming soon

#The Sims 4 #Sims 4 #TS4 #EAGameChangers #TS4MoschinoStuff

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Always family; John Deacon x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Hello all, I just wanted to share with you all ANOTHER Queen fic. Now this one here is pretty long so I’m sorry not sorry for the longness of this fic but it had to be done. Thought I’d dip my toe into the platonic Queen fics (besides my Rock Angel series) since requests will open up soon. I just want to catch up on all the requests that came to me over Winter break that the anons have been waiting so patiently on before I accept any new ones. So in this fic you the lovely reader are the cousin to this Disco man, but you both act more like brother-sister as you will soon see. Hope you all enjoy this little fic :)

Warnings: Family abandonment (IF THIS TRIGGERS ANYONE PLEASE DON’T STRAIN YOURSELF TO READ IT), angst, swearing, fluff, Paul prenter (Ugh) and the loveable and NASTY QUEENIES :) Enjoy my lovely darlings ;)

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*Nov. 1974, Live at the Rainbow*

It was another successful concert at the Rainbow theater. Queen had once again performed a killer performance, and Brian now finally feeling better after his hepatitis scare knew he was ready to get back on stage and he performed his heart out to make up for what he had to miss while in the hospital.

The three main lead vocalists Freddie, Brian and Roger were heading towards their dressing room when they noticed someone sitting outside the door of their dressing room. She appeared to be about 15 possibly 16, had long (h/c) with platinum blonde highlights. She wore a white crop top shirt, black leather jacket, denim blue jeans and high-heeled boots similar to what their bass player always wore.

They also took notice around her neck was a camera and she was also fiddling around with it, instantly knowing exactly how to operate it. Freddie turned to Roger and teased out.

“Look Roger darling, the girl you ordered finally came.” Roger hit Freddie’s shoulder and told him to fuck off while Brian walked up to the girl and asked.

“Excuse me?” She looked up from her camera and they also saw that she was blowing up a bubble from the gum that she had been chewing. She deflated the bubble as Brian said, “Can we help you?”

“Oh sorry I was just waiting for Deacy.” She responded before going back to her camera.

“You know John?” asked Roger.

“Do I know him? Of course I know him he—oh I get it. Typical Deacy, never likes to talk about me to his friends, thinks I’ll embarrass him or something.” She started off before trailing off into a teasing tone. The three Queen members were still confused to just who exactly this young girl was. She then gestured to herself as she continued, “I’m (Y/n) Deacon, Deacy’s cousin.” She then dug into her jean pocket and innocently held out a packet of gum as she said, “Gum?”

*My POV*

Hello people and beyond! The name’s (y/n) Deacon. I was born March 7th, 1959. And before you ask, yes I am related to John Richard Deacon bass player of Queen. He’s my older cousin but if you ask me he’s been more like a brother to me than my cousin.

In fact it was Deacy who got me interested in electrics, so much so that I’ve taken photography classes in school and then once I get into University I hope to major in photography. In fact the camera I always carry with me around my neck, Deacy actually got it for me three years ago on my 13th birthday.

I had heard about his little band from aunt Lillian and of course from my friends. Now that Queen is starting to gain that spotlight of fame, I took the first bus I could in order to check and see if my dear Deacy hadn’t forgotten about me.

I was now sitting on the couch in the guys’ dressing room, Freddie was sitting close to me and I spoke up.

“Okay see that’s where I draw the line with cats, I mean c’mon who would want a hairless cat? It’s like you just turned a cat inside out and said, ‘here’s your new baby’. Plus if you leave it in the winter it’ll turn into a cat-cicle. But if you leave it out in the summer heat then it’ll be a sunburnt naked mole rat.”

“Brian, Roger make note of this that we are keeping this girl because she gets cat logic.” Freddie claimed as he wrapped an arm around me bringing me close in a one armed hug. I smiled and blushed slightly hiding my head bashfully. We soon heard the door open and finally entering inside the dressing room was the Disco man himself.

“Deacy darling you’ve got some serious explaining to do.” Freddie proclaimed as if he were giving a proclamation. Wide-eyed and startled like a deer in headlights he looked between his bandmates and that’s when Brian spoke up.

“Like why you didn’t tell us about your cousin?” I then made myself known by waving to John and telling him hi. Finally taking notice of me, Deacy smiled and came over to me while I met him half way and the two of us hugged each other after not seeing him for a good couple of years now.

“What are you doing here?”

“What you didn’t think I’d miss the opportunity to miss my cousin performing on stage and finally get to see what all the fuss was about, now did yah?” I teased as I playfully shoved him.

“Did my mum drop you off?”

“Well actually I sorta begged her to get me a bus pass here to London.”

“You mean to tell me you came here all by yourself?” he demanded.

“Deaks I’m not a little girl anymore, I can take care of myself.” He sighed and said as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

“I know you can, you know I just worry about you. Old habits die hard you know?”

“Gosh Deacy, who would’ve thought you were so overprotective? And here I thought you were the docile one.” teased Roger.

“Piss off Roger.” Defended Deacy.

“So (y/n), I’m just looking at these photographs of the concert and they are really good. Did you always want to be a photographer?” Brian said trying to change the conversation.

“Thanks Brian. And to answer your question not always. But I got interested in it at around 10 maybe 11 years old. It just started off taking pictures of the family dog Buddy and some birds, a few family outings but then when I turned 13 that’s when my interest in photography began to rise. In fact Deacy gave me this exact camera and showed me how to work out all the technical stuff with it for my 13th birthday.”

“I must say these are impressive. I would’ve thought a professional would’ve taken these.” Stated Roger as he picked up a photo.

“Aww come on you guys…..”

“No we’re serious (y/n) dear, you’ve got a gift.” Freddie said.

“That’s what I’ve always been telling her.” Said Deacy with a warm smile as he playfully ruffled my hair. I smiled at them and thanked them.

For the rest of the night I got to know the rest of the members of Queen, not just as rock stars, but as my cousin’s best friends. Most people know them as these four handsome young men trying to become famous rockstars, but I got to know their true selves. Brian the smart astrophysicist interested in all things regarding the universe who made his dissertation about stardust.

Roger who is known to most as the ‘heartthrob, womanizing, air-headed and stubborn drummer’ when actually he’s an intelligent person who first started off with dentistry (to which both Deacy and Brian teased him about) but then changed his profession to biology. The first drummer to ever truly tune his drums before playing them.

And of course the front man Freddie Mercury. Most people think he’s always the extravagant person both on and off stage, when in reality he’s just a humble, loving human being who studied design, loves cats and has his insecurities just like everyone else.

I knew from that night that I was going to see these boys not just as my cousin’s friends, but also an extended family.

3 years passed and any chance I got I would visit the boys during holiday breaks or stay with Deacy during the summers. I even got the chance to go with them to Rockfield farm when they recorded “A Night at the Opera” because I was assigned a summer project for my photography class. And when EMI saw my pictures, they actually hired me an internship with them to be the band’s official photographer.

Now that I am done with high school, I’m just waiting for the autumn to start so that I can officially start my University career in photography. The boys have definitely given me good practice for my camera work, doing pictures both on stage and for behind the scenes whether through the tours or them in the studio recording.

They’re rowdy and silly but it’s awesome to see them work and I actually get to see the genius machine that is Queen on how they create their music.

We were currently in the studio and the boys were recording their newest song “We are the Champions”. I was getting the best pictures that I could that the record company was asking for me. Some of the pictures included them in the booth rehearsing, or Freddie along with the sound technician at the sound table messing with the buttons and track, getting it to fit his vision.

Since they were on a strict deadline to get the song recorded, it meant more hours in the studio, hours that not even I could last very long with. I yawned softly when I felt a tap at my shoulder. I looked up to see Deacy standing beside me.

“You ready to head home?” I yawned again and nodded tiredly. “Alright missy, let’s get you home and into bed.” I moaned tiredly and raised my arms out and said.

“Carry me.”

“Are both your legs broken?” he teased. I let out a tired whine.

“You’re mean Deacy.”

“C’mon you get up. I know you can do it.”

“Too tired to get up.” I groaned.

“Then allow me your royal majesty.” I heard Freddie say as I was then picked up princess style and I wrapped my arms around Freddie’s neck. “That better darling?”

“I love you Fred.” I stated bluntly.

“You’re going to spoil her too much Fred.” Deacy said.

“Oh come off it Deacy, she’s a darling and she’s been working so hard she deserves this.”

“Yeah Deacy, I deserve this. Why can’t you be more like Freddie?”

“Because I know when to set limits for you.” I stuck my tongue out at him and then I was carried out of the studio and placed into Deacy’s Volvo. Deacy followed suit and we all bid each other a goodnight and soon Deacy pulled out of the parking lot and drove us back home.

We both entered quietly so that we didn’t wake up either Veronica or baby Bobby. Deacy and I kissed each other goodnight and I went to my guest room and got out of my jeans, didn’t even bother to get out of my shirt and just plopped on my bed and went to sleep.

The next day was like any other day, the guys had just gotten done finishing the final touches to “We are the Champions” and we were all celebrating. Roger uncorked the bottle of wine and poured the guys a drink while I got some non-alcoholic cider, but I knew that Roger would let me sneak in a sip of wine when Deacy wasn’t looking. As we were all gathered around just sharing stories and what not, it was then Paul came in and said.

“Freddie, boys there’s someone here to see you.” Roger and I looked at each other and he muttered.

“Hopefully the police to take him away for being an utter annoyance.” I snickered softly which made Paul glare at me and that’s when he said.

“Come on in Mrs.” And soon walking into the studio was someone I thought I’d never see again. My body tensed up and my heart sunk, it felt like I had gotten punched in the gut and had all the air knocked out of me as a blast from the past came back and stood before this very room.

Her familiar (h/c) now shorter than I remembered but she still kept it the same style, her (e/c) looking right at me. She looked a bit more run down than from what I remembered, probably got involved in drugs since that’s the big thing nowadays.

“Hello (y/n).” She started off. I stood up and just glared at her. “God you’ve—you’ve grown up so fast.” She tried to lighten up the mood. Really? How dare she come back after all these years. In fact how did she find out where I was? I walked out of the room avoiding another glance at her and slammed the door loud behind me.

*John’s POV*

“So…..where are the groceries?” I demanded.

“John please—”

“No, no I really want to know. Because you’re finally here, but I see no groceries.” I stood up and continued as I walked up towards her, “I mean that’s what you said when you dropped her off with mum, your sister. But news flash Katherine. You’re 15 years too late!” I now stood face to face with her, hell I almost lost my composure and wanted to hit her so hard.

“Whoa, whoa Deacy take it easy! Take it easy!” Brian said pulling me away from her.

“Deacy darling you’ve never acted this way before, just who is this woman?”

“Unfortunately she’s my mum’s younger sister. My aunt……”

“(Y/n)’s mother.” She finished.

“No, no, no! You lost that right when you abandoned her that day!” I snapped.

“Deacy calm down, calm down.” Brian said as he placed his hand to my chest trying to get me to calm down, but at this point I knew nothing would.

“Why are you here? How did you even know she’d be here?” I demanded.

“I’ve known how close you both were when you were kids, so I figured that she’d be with you. And when I heard about where Queen does their rehearsals I thought I’d get clearance, thanks to Mr. Prenter, he allowed me to come and see her.”

Bloody hell of course Paul would play a part in this. He’s always hated (y/n) hanging around, talking about her like she was a distraction from the band. Of course (y/n) never took anything lying down.

Much like Roger, hell in fact all her life when she needed and wanted to, she could be a right up trickster. Her pranks were always over the top but brilliantly planned and well executed.

I would know because I was unfortunately a victim to some of those pranks, but then again I also helped form some of those pranks on say like heart-breaking, back-stabbing boyfriends, stab in the back best friends, you know those types of people.

I then left the booth and tried to find (y/n). I searched and searched but I couldn’t find her anywhere, that was until I heard sniffling from the janitor’s closet.

I pressed my ear against the door and I knew without a doubt that (y/n) was behind the door. I lightly knocked on it and she stopped crying and choked out.

“Please go away.” I knew words wouldn’t convince her to come out, so I did the next best thing that always seemed to at least put a smile on her face, even when I couldn’t see it.

I went into the next room and managed to find some paper and a pen and I raced back towards the janitor’s closet and wrote something down on the paper before sliding it under the door.

*My POV*

How could she? How could she suddenly decide to show up after all these years? How the hell did she even find me? I kept crying all alone in the janitor’s closet, having the broom against the handle so that no one could come in. I heard a knock so I just told whoever it was to go away.

I heard footsteps walking away so I figured they got the message, but then I heard footsteps again and then something was tossed underneath the crack of the door. It was a piece of paper. I slowly crawled up halfway out of my spot to grab the sheet of paper and unfolded it to see a very familiar little rhyme.

Oh won’t you come out little Dale.

Don’t you weep and tell me your tale.

Deacy. Whenever I was so upset that I would hide away in either a closet or under the sink, he’d always write me a silly but comforting note that always first opened with those two lines.

Sometimes that was all it took for me to open the door and talk to him, other times we’d just pass notes back and forth between the door until I was ready to come out. Since there wasn’t a writing utensil at all in here, I was forced to remove the broom and slowly open the door.

The first thing I saw his hand being held out for me to take. I slowly reached my hand out from the door and took his hand. He always knew that whenever I got this upset to never push me. I felt his thumb rub and stroke over the top of my hand, his other fingers gently intertwining with my own in various different ways trying to give me the best comfort he could till I finally had the courage to come out.

Finally I opened up the closet.

I immediately hugged Deacy and he hugged me back and I whimpered out.

“I’m sorry I pulled a Roger move.”

“Shhhh. It’s alright my little nightingale. Unlike Roger’s temper tantrum over a strange car song, you have a better excuse. I’m so sorry love I had no idea it would be her.”

“I know you didn’t have anything to do with this. It’s just—”

“No I know. I know. Believe me love, I gave her a piece of my mind after all these years. All for you.”

“Why couldn’t you have been my real brother Deacy?” he softly laughed and said as he stroked through my hair.

“I may be your cousin by blood (n/n). But to me you’ve always been the sister I’ve always wanted. And that’ll never change, you hear me?” he cupped my face into his hands. He wiped my tears as I nodded and hugged him, burying my face into his shoulder. “We’ll get through this together dove, just like we’ve always done.”

Days passed and Deacy made sure that if my mum came anywhere near me trying to start a conversation, either he or the lads would come in and save me with a ‘task’ to do, just to spare me more agony and pain, especially since she kept coming over to the studio every day and was always in the same room as I was in.

However one day when guys all had to record their parts for a new song, I was looking at all my photos when I heard her voice say.

“(Y/n)?” I froze and turned around to see my mum standing there, blocking my only exit. I stood up and said.

“Stay away from me!”

“Please just hear me out, please! Give me 2 minutes.” I looked down at my watch and said.

“1.58” telling her that her time was ticking.

“I know that—I haven’t been the best mother. After your father left us I thought I could do well by you but I guess I was wrong. I never left you because I didn’t love you, I left you because I loved you too much to put you in what I was living under. I could barely keep the mortgage on the house, we would’ve been homeless. I couldn’t do that to you. I thought that by leaving you with my sister, you’d get a better chance. Much more than you could have with me.”

“Then why didn’t you visit me? Why didn’t you call?” I asked as tears filled my eyes.

“I was a mess I—I got into some serious trouble and had to try and work them out. If they found out I had a child, then they’d use you against me. I couldn’t let them do that. But I do have something to show you,” she dug into her purse and pulled out a photograph. She walked up to me and held it out for me. “Look at this picture, just look at it.”

I looked between her and the picture until I finally took it and turned it over and was shocked to see what the picture was.

It was a picture of me at my secondary school decathlon. It was the championship competition and I had gotten the last question correct which made our school the first time in decades win a decathlon.

“You—you were there?”

“Yes, you were always such a clever girl, I knew if anyone could get your school the win it’d be you.” I just stared at her in shock, even though I hadn’t seen her since I was a child, she still was there watching over me. “I—I got more pictures like that in the apartment that I’m stay at, if you’d like you could come over and see them.”

“Really?” she nodded with a soft smile. “And I was also wondering that after you’re done with work, do you—wanna get a drink or something? Coffee? Do you like coffee?”

“I love coffee.” I said.

“Great, I know this one coffee shop in downtown.”

And for the first time, I was starting to slowly reforge a bond with my mother.

As the weeks passed and the two of us got to know each other a little more, hanging out after work, going to the clubs, and going to the mall shopping for clothes. Of course I had to buy them but hell we were using Deacy’s card and he didn’t seem to mind at all. So long as we didn’t go crazy and spend all his hard-earned money at once.

And true to her word, my mum did in fact have pictures of almost all my main important events that have happened in my life. My first swim team competition, my school play freshman year, even my high school graduation.

Every important even, she was there.

One day she had came over to Deacy and Veronica’s place and we were both sitting on the couch. The two of us laughing and looking at all of the photos I’ve taken since I’ve been with the guys, explaining each and every picture.

“There us at Rockfield farm studios, Roger was messing around with the chickens, which I told him not to, then next thing he knew the rooster was chasing after him for over 15 minutes.”

“Wow, I must say these are probably the best taken pictures I’ve seen, you’ve really got a gift.”

“Yeah, Deacy says that all the time.” She sat there silent and she said.

“Hey how do you feel about road trips?” I looked at her and said.

“You’re looking at someone whose toured with the biggest band all over the world. A simple road trip wouldn’t hurt me. You—really mean it? You and me?”

“If you’re interested. Just you and me poppet.”

“I am…..mum.” She smiled and for the first time in a very long time, my mum embraced me. I smiled and wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back.

“We’ll go first thing in the morning.” She told me and I nodded.

*John’s POV*

Seeing (y/n) hugging Kathrine like that made me feel so on edge. In fact this entire time she’s been here I’ve felt this sickening feeling that history was going to repeat itself.

“Deacy?” I turned to see Brian standing behind me. I had invited the lads over for supper and just so that way Katherine would be outnumbered should she try anything.

“If you’re going to tell me to stop spying on them, you might as well leave now.”

“You know—maybe she’s really trying to change. Maybe she did try to come back and patch things up with (y/n).” I turned to him and snarled out.

“She had 15 years to do that, don’t you think if she really cared about her own daughter she’d have come sooner?”

“I know Deacy and I’m not jumping to any conclusions yet but, from what I’ve seen so far. (Y/n) seems to really want to be with her mother. Maybe you could try to let go of the past and see that Katherine is seemingly wanting to change. At least do it for (y/n).”

“Everything I do is for her. I just—I just don’t want to see her get hurt again. For three years when she was first dropped off at my home, she always asked me ‘when’s mummy coming back?’ At the end of the three years by the time I was a teenager I just snapped and told her that she abandoned her. I felt awful in the way I had to explain it, took me over a week to finally get her to talk back to me. And I don’t know what’ll happen if she tries to leave her again.”

“I know mate, I know.” Brian wrapped an arm around me trying to get me to cheer up as I watched with a heavy heart as Katherine and (y/n) were planning out their summer road trip.

It was early the next morning, I woke up to the sounds of Robert getting fussy and felt Veronica stir beside me.

“I’ve got him love.”

“But you took care of him last time.”

“For you my darling, I would always take care of our children if it meant you could still sleep.” I kissed her temple down to her neck before getting up and heading over to Robert’s room. “Alright my boy, what’s going on with you hmm?” I picked him up and he babbled.

“Hungwy dada.” Since Robert couldn’t quite get his R’s right they always sounded like w’s. I smiled and said as I picked him up and held him in my arms.

“Okay buddy, what shall it be today hmm? Cheese on toast?”

“No yucky dada.”

“How dare you! Cheese on toast is a wonderful dish, you take that back mister man.” I teased as I began to tickle his sides making him laugh. He squirmed in my hold and that’s when I saw the silhouette of aunt Katherine walking down the stairs.

I narrowed my eyes and peeked out of Robert’s bedroom door and swore I saw a suitcase in her hand. I told Robert to go over to our room and stay with his mum while I went down to see just exactly she thought she was doing.

I silently walked down the stairs and saw her with the suitcase and she was about to grab her purse when I stopped her and said.

“Going out shopping again, Katherine?” she froze in her spot and turned around towards me and said.

“John I—I didn’t expect to see you up so early; I would’ve thought the tour exhausted you out.”

“Oh it did, but then again when my child needs me I’m always there for them. So where is it to this time?”

“Actually it’s not what you think. Work called in and I’ve got to check in on some things.”

“And what about the big road trip you and (y/n) had planned? Hmm? Were you going to let her in on your business?” I snapped.

“I was actually going to have you tell her for me.” She said. I rolled my eyes and turned away from her shaking my head.

“I knew it.” I muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“You almost had me convinced. Almost I mean you finally convinced (y/n) but not anymore! I knew you could never change. You abandoned her once before and I knew that if you ever came back into her life again, you’d do it all over again!” My voice raising up louder and angrier than I ever thought I could go.

“John?” Veronica soon came down with Robert in her arms and the lads were right behind her as well, probably hearing my yelling.

“Jeez Deaks its barely 7 o’clock, what the hell is with all the yelling?” Questioned Roger.

“Katherine’s leaving (y/n) again.” I stated. They all turned to her and Veronica said.

“Is this true Katherine?”

“And it gets better, she’s wanting me to tell (y/n) the road trip they both planned out together is cancelled instead of telling her herself.” I made sure to point out.

“It’s just business Veronica dear, if you were in my shoes you’d do the same. I promise I’ll keep better in touch this time.”

“Took you 15 years just to get back in touch.” I said. Seeing the look on my wife’s and my friends’ faces they finally got to see what I had seen all those years ago. From what I had told them, now they finally got to see it. Veronica holding our son walked up to her and said.

“Katherine, if you walk out of (y/n)’s life now…..don’t you ever come back.” With that she walked back up the stairs passing the guys. All was silent before I spoke up.

“May I have a moment alone with her?” I could already feel the tension from them. I knew the guys were just as angry as I was because they cared for (y/n) as much as I did, even after knowing her after just 3 years. I heard them walk away until finally it was just Katherine and I in my front hallway. “Sit down.”

“I don’t have time for this John—”

“I said sit down Katherine!” I snapped as I finally turned back towards her and just saw her back as her hand was on the doorknob ready to walk out. She sighed heavily and walked right past me and sat down on the living room couch.

I walked over toward her and sighed heavily and finally spoke my mind.

“You know; (y/n) was doing just fine until you showed up. But now that you’re back, you have responsibility for her.”

“Look I came back for her—”

“Oh bull. BULLSHIT!!” I yelled at her. “(Y/n) is not some purse that you hang up on a rack and then pick her up whenever you’re ready to use it. Her life goes on! She’s not supposed to be there for you, you’re supposed to be there for her!”

“You get off my back! YOU THINK I WANTED THIS?! IT JUST HAPPENED!!!” She yelled at me as she stood up. Her breathing was sharp and heavy as she tried to explain her reasoning, “After Derek left, I tried my best but it was just too much and I—”

“CUT THE RUBBISH! ALRIGHT! CUT IT!! Cause I’ve been there! But I didn’t run out on Veronica. I was there for her every day because that’s what a real parent does.”

“A real parent!? Fine. Then you’re a better father than my good-for-nothing man was. Hell John you must be better than any man in the world must be! The one in a million golden boy!” She cheered sarcastically. I shook my head at her and turned away from her. “Now are you going to tell (y/n) or not?”

“I’m not gonna do your dirty work for you.”

“Fine. I’ll—I’ll call her from the road then.”

“Yeah you do that.”

“I will.” She then walked out and that’s when we both heard (y/n)’s voice call out.

“Mummsy.” Katherine stopped in her tracks as (y/n) stood in front of me setting her bags down as she said, “You ready to head out?” Katherine turned towards (y/n) and put on that fake persona act and said as she walked up towards her.

“(Y/n) love glad I caught you. Umm…..some business came up that I gotta handle, so we’re gonna have to put our—trip on hold. You understand right?” (Y/n) was silent for a moment before she finally said.

“Yeah, yeah I understand.”

“Oh that’s great, I promise you I had no intention of having this come up.”

“No yeah I understand.”

“And it’ll only just be for a couple of weeks….well maybe even longer.”

“I get it, it’s fine. It’s fine.”

“Look I’ll call you next week and we’ll iron out the details then, okay?” (Y/n) nodded.

I could tell from the second she got the news that (y/n) was heartbroken and I feared that she knew Katherine’s real reason for leaving. She tried to pull off an understanding smile and voice but I could hear the cracks in her voice.

“It was great seeing you again poppet.” Katherine said as she reached out to her but (y/n) shrugged her off as she said.

“You too—Katherine.” She spat out her own mother’s name icily as she stared right at her. Katherine knowing that she had lost her only child once more, sighed solemnly and left without another word, turning her back on (y/n) once more.

“I’m sorry love.” I heard a choked out laugh and that’s when (y/n) said.

“No this actually works out perfectly I mean with the tour about to resume I can get back to practicing before University starts and—”

“(N/n), you don’t have to pretend around me. It’s okay to be angry.” I assured her.

“Mad? Why should I be mad Deacy? I mean at least she said goodbye this time, right? Hell at least this time you won’t have to hear me complain ‘when’s mummy coming home?’ I’m not 4 years old anymore, I can handle it. I—just wish I didn’t waste my damn time building this fucking scrapbook!” She then pulled out from her bag a photo album and glued onto the cover was a recent picture of her and Katherine together.

With all the pictures she’s taken over the years, (y/n)’s other hobby included scrapbooking. I saw that it had been completed decorated and detailed, almost like a professional had made it. She set it down on the table and just glared down at it.

I slowly walked up to her but kept to her space because I knew it was only a matter of time before she would break down and I didn’t want to overwhelm her.

“Darling, you know that if there was anything I could do to make this better—”

“No, no, no, no this works out for the best,” she said as she came up to me looking me right in the eye. “I mean it’s her loss anyway I mean I learned how to ride a bike by myself. Yeah sure the boys laughed at me but I got back up and showed them a thing or two about riding didn’t I?”

“Yes you did love bug.” I said with a fond smile remembering that day.

“And there was a hell of a lot of stuff I did without her. I learned how to shave, how to drive, I got over my first crush and date without her, I did prom without her, I had fifteen great birthdays without her! That bitch never even sent me a damn card. TO HELL WITH HER!!!” She turned and screamed at the door.

God she’s always tried to remain so optimistic about life and everything around her. Always tried to remain strong after being abandoned by both parents, she always tried to go on every day with a smile and a laugh but now she was finally letting all that pain out like a dam bursting.

Hearing her sharp breaths and the tremble in her voice just broke my heart.

“I never needed her then, and I’ll never need her now.” She snapped as she walked away. I softly spoke her name as I reached out and touched her arm. That’s when she turned around and said.

“Nah you know what Deacy? I’m gonna get through college without her. I’ll get my dream job without her. I’ll find me a good guy to be with, and then I’m going to have a whole bunch of kids. I’m gonna be a better mother than she ever was because there’s not a fucking thing she can teach me ABOUT HOW TO LOVE A CHILD!!!”

Her eyes were red from the tears pooling in her eyes and her face morphed from pure rage to brokenhearted with a snap of a finger. It was almost like she had de-aged right before my eyes and was back to being that three year old girl that I once held in my arms whenever she cried about her parents.

“Why didn’t they want me?” At this point I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I immediately wrapped my arms around her and held her as close and as tightly as I could as I felt her wet my shoulder with her tears. Her sobs pierced the room as I felt her go limp against me. The two of us slowly collapsed to our knees but not once did I let my grip on her go loose. I kept hold of her as I rubbed her back and whispered words of love and comfort in her ear.

*3rd Person POV*

Unaware that in behind the door that led to the dining room, Freddie, Roger and Brian stayed and overheard the entire conversation. And overhearing their favorite girl break down like this, broke all their hearts. Freddie wiped away his tears that were flooding down his face, almost ready to break down the door and just hug his little camera girl.

Brian who standing behind Freddie had a hand on his shoulder but he too had tears streaming down his face. While Roger who was had pulled up one of the dining room chairs just a couple inches away from Fred, his back turned towards the door.

He was a mix between pure anger and heartbreak. He wa tempted to knock over the china cabinet but also just break down into tears at hearing his partner in crime cry this much. Never had he heard her make those sounds before and it just hurt him to the core.

Back with John and (y/n), she had finally managed to cry herself to sleep. Deacy slowly picked her up bridal style when the guys decided to come into the living room and the second John saw their red, teary eyes, he knew that they had stayed and overheard everything.

“You heard it all I assume?” John asked more as a statement than a question.

“We didn’t mean to impose John.” Said Brian.

“It’s fine, beats having to tell you guys and having her relive that pain and exhausting myself to repeat the same story.” He said as he looked down at his little cousin. Roger came up towards Deacy and stroked (y/n)’s head.

“The poor dear” Freddie said solemnly.

“Guess you were right about her Deacy.” Brian said.

“There will be plenty of time for ‘I told you so’s’ later, right now I should get (y/n) back into her room so she can get the proper rest she needs.” Deacy then took his cousin upstairs and placed her back in her bed.

He tucked her in and brushed away the hair from her face and lightly kissed her forehead before leaving her room to head back downstairs.

As time went on and it was around late afternoon the guys were still hanging around John’s place, agreeing to stay until (y/n) woke up so that the five of them could have a talk. Veronica who was currently walking up the stairs to check up (y/n) muttered to herself.

“Oh I hope she’s okay.” She got to the door and lightly knocked on it and said, “(Y/n), (y/n) love it’s Veronica, may I come in?” She heard nothing. She knocked again and said, “(Y/n)?” when she didn’t get a response, she opened the door to see a shocking sight.

The bedsheets had been turned over and the bedroom window was open, the curtains blowing with the wind.

“Oh no, John!” she cried out as she raced back down the stairs. The boys heard footsteps running down the stairs and when they saw Veronica, the first thing they saw was her frantic state. John immediately went up to his wife holding her arms and said.

“Love calm down, what’s going on?”

“(Y/n)’s is missing.”

“What? What do you mean missing?!” demanded Roger.

“I went to check on her but when I opened the door she wasn’t in her room. The window was open and—” without getting another word, the four bandmates raced up the stairs to see that Veronica was telling the truth. She came up behind them as Deacy and Brian raced towards the window and looked down.

“She must’ve scaled down using the pipes along the house.” Suggested Brian.

“My darlings, her bag is gone.” Freddie stated as he stood by the closet and sure enough the bags that she had used for the upcoming road trip were gone.

“She could be anywhere by now.” Brian said but then I snapped.

“She could be out of the country for all we know because we don’t know how long she’s been gone for!”

“Deacy calm down.” Roger said.

“I swear if anything happens to that girl, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Don’t worry darling we’ll find her.” Fred assured me as he placed a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll turn London upside down if we have too to find her.”

We then split up into teams. I called my mum first to take care of Robert and watch over him then once she took care of him Veronica and I checked in the square, Fred took the studio, and Brian and Roger took the park.

It was an endless search trying to find her, and I pray to God we find her alive. It would be dark soon and all the freaks and psychopaths love to come out at night.

*3rd Person POV*

It was hours into the search and sunset would soon be near and still no one had found any signs of (y/n). After search the studio, Fred decided to help Brian and Roger in the park while Deacy and Veronica tried the mall, hoping that maybe (y/n) had gone inside since it was getting dark soon.

Fred and Brian teamed up together to search one side of the park while Roger was near by the lake searching on his own. It was then he took notice of something underneath the bridge nearby. He quickly ran towards the bridge and low and behold he had found (y/n).

She was huddled under the bridge, her knees tucked in close to her body sniffling softly. Roger took notice of the tearstains on her face and he felt his heart break once more. He cautiously approached her and knelt down beside her and softly said her name.

*My POV*

I sniffled and felt more tears run down my face. I thought that I had finally found a place to cry in peace without risking anyone coming near me and asking questions when I heard the familiar soft, spoken voice of Roger Taylor say my name. I jumped up but then groaned and turned my back on him.

“Oh god…..”

“You know you really gotta pick your hiding spots. I mean seriously you have no idea how many people could see you—”

“Why are you here Roger?!” I snapped.

“We’ve been scouring the entire town looking for you (n/n). You gave us all quite a scare.” He said. I didn’t respond to him, just scooted as far away from him as I could and put my bag between us giving me that extra space I needed. “You wanna talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. My dad never wanted me, my mum never wanted me, nobody ever wants me.”

“That’s not true—”

“Open your eyes Roger!” I snapped at him as I felt a new wave of tears hit me. “All my life I’ve had to hear all my friends telling me what great parents they have. You know my dad fought in Vietnam, my mom’s a real estate’s agent. My parents help support me. Well—both my parents never wanted me! Yeah I had Deacy and aunt Lillian but they are just my cousin and aunt. It’s not the same! My whole life I had to be loved by someone whose not my parent and I hate it! I hate it soo much!” I lowered my head choking on my sobs.

It was then I felt Roger’s arms wrap around me and I felt him place my head over his heart, each beat of his heart trying to soothe my tormented mind. He stroked down my hair and he said.

“Do you remember back on Ridge farm when Brian took us all out to that one area of woods to see the stars? Paul forced himself into the getaway, so to mess with him you filled his bag with rocks and used that lizard you came across to put on his bottle as well as on his head.”

“And then it crawled into his mouth.” I finished.

“Yeah pure stroke of genius.” He chuckled. “(N/n), you may think you’re unloved, but that is absolute bollocks. You are loved. By Deacy, Brian, Fred, me, Veronica, hell even Miami. We all love you, and if anything had happened to you, we wouldn’t know what to do.” He wiped the tearstains away from my cheek with his thumb before lifting my chin up to face him, forcing me to stare into his baby blue eyes. “The only one who doesn’t deserve to be loved and wanted is your mother. Anyone who could play you like that, has no right to be called a parent. You are way out of her league.”

“Then why would she come back pretending to care?” Roger just looked at me sadly and he said.

“I wish I had the right answer. But I can tell you this; you’re sweet, you’re kind, smart, beautiful. You’ve got more sass in one finger than Deacy will ever have in his entire body. And it’s like you said one day in the way off deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep.” I laughed softly as he kept repeating the word deep at least four more times before continuing, “distant future, you’ll become a mother yourself and I know that you’ll be twice the mother than your own was.” He tucked some of my hair behind my ears, revealing them before gently cupping my chin between his thumb and index fingers.

“How is it that a dentist ends up being wiser than both the astrophysicist and electrical engineer?”

“I was never a dentist and you know it.” He said as he playfully squeezed the tip of my nose shaking my head which made me laugh again as I pushed his hand away making him laugh softly. He then leaned forward and placed his forehead against mine.

This was a special little thing that Roger loved to do with me. It was our own secret little comforting mechanism. I was actually the first one to do it to him when he once had a breakdown after a show. He just seemed so peeved about something that the lads almost feared that he’d throw out another telly set. So I took the risk and took his hands in mine and just placed my forehead against his and just held that position till he calmed down.

From then on, whenever one of us was mad or upset, the forehead touch helped bring the other back to Earth. He then wrapped his arms around me giving me his famous bear hugs. His hand stroked down my hair as his head now moved next to mine while my head rested against his shoulder and the two of us sat there for a while in silence.

“C’mon kid, let’s get you home.”

“I don’t think I can.” I muttered sadly.

“Why’s that?”

“Deacy.” I simply answered. Roger separated from me and he said.

“He’s not mad (y/n)…..”

“You don’t get it, you may have seen John Deacon the man who can crumble you down with just two sentences, but you’ve yet to see what happens when he redirects that anger and mixes it with overprotective behavior.”

“Love, he’s been worried sick about you. He needs to know that his little sis is safe. I know I would.” I sighed heavily and said.

“But what if he does get mad?”

“I’ll talk to him. If anyone knows a thing about overreacting it’s me.” I smiled softly and that’s when Rog stood up and held his hand out for me to take.

“You promise to have my back?”

“Partners in crime till the very end. Just like those two cats in that poem you like so much.” I smiled up at him and took his hand and he helped me up as he took my bag over his shoulder and had his free arm wrapped around my shoulder as he guided me back to his car and he drove me back to Deacy and Veronica’s.

*3rd Person POV*

The sun had set about 5 minutes ago and with almost everyone back at John’s place, no one had found her. John who was running his hands through his hair frantic with worry as his wife tried to calm him down.

“Maybe we should call the police.” Suggested Brian.

“No need Brian.” Roger’s voice soon spoke up as he opened the door. Everyone turned to see that the drummer had finally came back.

“And just where were you all this time Roger dear?”

“Bringing back a lost lamb.” He then gestured with his arm and soon walking in cautiously was (y/n). Immediately everyone began crowding around her asking her questions about where she was and why she ran away like that.

Sensing his partner in crime’s nervousness and anxiety he told everyone.

“Guys, guys back it up. Don’t crowd her all at once.” John who merely stood there by the couch in shock to see his cousin alive and well. Roger looked to Deacy and pressed his hand to (y/n)’s back. She looked up at him and he nodded to her and she cautiously walked towards her cousin, like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.

“Where did you find her?” asked Freddie.

“At the park underneath the Churchill bridge. Poor girl was crying her eyes out.” Roger whispered. Veronica ten decided to allow her husband and (y/n) to have some alone time so she guided the boys into the kitchen for a proper meal after their long search while she called Lilian to tell her that they found (y/n) and that she would pick Robert up in the morning.

(Y/n) stood in front of her cousin. John looked down at her before finally raising his hands to cup both sides of her face to lift her face up so that he could get a good look at her.

“You’re not hurt are you?” he asked. With a shake of her head, Deacy sighed with relief and immediately embraced her before openly weeping into her shoulder. She hugged her cousin back whimpering.

“I’m sorry I ran away. I’m sorry Deacy, I’m sorry.”

“Shhhh, you’re home now. Safe and unharmed and that’s all I care about now. It’ll be okay. We’ll be okay dove.” The two cousins kept hold of each other trying to draw strength from each other knowing that they were going to get by and be okay.

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enjoy your stay - chapter five

A/N - Just for now, I’m trialing not putting in chapter links on this post to see if it helps more people see it since the tumblr search function cuts out posts with links. If there’s not a big difference, I’ll put them in later, but to see the first chapter if you’re a new reader, please click on my blog and check out my masterlist.

ENJOY YOUR STAY ↳Boss!Namjoon, Chef!Jin, Receptionist!Hoseok, Bellboy!Jimin, Bartender!Jungkook, Accountant!Yoongi, Photography student!Taehyung ↳Some inappropriate language and cursing. Later chapters have sexual content.

SUMMARY ↳Working the graveyard shift at a hotel isn’t the most exciting job in the world, but your coworkers are certainly happy to have you here.

CHAPTER FIVE ↳Your work friends help encourage you to straighten out your problems with Jin, but is there really such an easy solution?

Over the week that had passed since you had breakfast with Hobi and Jimin, it became a daily occurrence for the three of you to wander along the main street, finding a dinky little overpriced café to hole up in and hang out for an hour or so.

It was nice hanging out with them outside of work hours, especially when all your past jobs had been filled with toxic competitiveness or people way older than you. You had never really made any work friends before, but if anyone asked you, you wouldn’t hesitate to call Hobi and Jimin your friends.

Today was the first time the three of you had managed to step into a coffeeshop that was actually any good. It had kind of become an inside joke that at one point you’d just end up going back to the hotel to use the staffroom amenities, that at least they were more reliable than the places you’d been going to, but for once the food was good and the hot chocolate with a raspberry shot you got was divine.

“Ugh, these people aren’t prepared for the sick tip I’m about to drop in the glass jar,” Hobi enthuses, “it’s honestly a blessing having a coffee that doesn’t taste burnt.” You wondered how Hoseok ever managed to get to sleep with the double shot black coffee he always chose, but the man did have a habit of constantly surprising you.

Jimin puffed out his cheeks and let out a stream of cooling air over the surface of his mocha. “Shouldn’t you be saving up your money for your share of the cake?” Jungkook’s birthday was in a few days, and as it turned out the hotel night staff had a habit of celebrating each staff member’s birthday. Jungkook had only been working there eight months, and it was his first birthday working for Namjoon, and his 21st no less. You had promised to a stressed-out Joon that you would organize it for him, and the three of you had decided to go thirds in a cake for him, while Jin was going to make kimchi stew for a shared dinner. “Man, if you flake on me again, I’m getting you coal for your birthday.”

“I said I would pay!” Hobi defends himself emphatically, holding his palms out. “Besides, let’s just say I have a…secondary source of income now,” he wiggles his eyebrows meaningfully.

Jimin frowns at him dubiously. “I already told you - you don’t have the ass to be a stripper.”

“What, and you do?” Jimin simply raises an eyebrow in silence. “Okay, that’s beside the point, what I’m trying to say is that I got a job helping out Yoongi during the day.”

Your mouth flops open. “Accountant Yoongi?”

“What other Yoongi is there? Yes, Accountant Yoongi.”

You frown at him in suspicion. “What could you possibly have to offer him?”

Hoseok lets out a strangled cough of indignance. “Excuse me, but I am a man of many talents! And for a busy man like him, sometimes it’s more convenient to buy talents than take the time to pursue them naturally, you know?”

Jimin’s eyes have narrowed into slits, and he would look menacing were it not for the foamed milk moustache sitting on his upper lip. “He pays you to fuck him?”

“Hey!” Hoseok glances around the room to make sure nobody heard, but he doesn’t deny it.

The bellboy pouts and throws his teaspoon on the table dramatically. “Why do you get all the good things in life?” He sighs. “That’s like…the dream.”

You shake your head, still processing. “How did you even- How you do get into that? Did he wander up one day with a business proposal? That’s so wild,” you exclaim in a hushed whisper.

Jimin smirks. “Why, wanting to make your own business arrangement, baby? I’m right here.”

You glare at him beseechingly. “Hobi’s getting paid and you think I’m going to let you fuck me for free? Get real.” Over the past few coffee dates the flirtations between you and Jimin had gotten way more explicit than they ever could at the hotel, and at this point you wondered if he would even take the chance if he was given it, since he seemed to get so much joy just out of teasing you.

“Oh no, baby, I think you’re the Yoongi in this situation. After all, you did try and pimp me out to Taehyung last week.”

“Okay, you know very well that that was blackmail, we’ve been over the Taetastrophe before, I was just playing matchmaker, it’s not at all indicative of… of how I usually am.”

Hobi scoffs into his coffee and shakes his head bemusedly. Jimin grins, catlike. “So you normally prefer somebody else to take control, then?”

You stare at him for a moment. “…Anyway, Hobi, you still haven’t told us how this whole sugar daddy thing works. Feel free to share with the group.”

He looks up from absentmindedly stirring his drink. “Well, there’s an app, and it sorts you out by location, and it just happens that the number of rich gays in the area is limited, so really it was kinda inevitable that we would be matched up.”

You frown. “Oh. I was expecting a little more romance, passion and intrigue, you know? That’s boring.”

Hoseok turns to you. “I never said there wasn’t passion and intrigue. Have you ever gone down on a guy while he’s having an important Skype meeting with Chinese investors? Cause I have.”

You break out into a scandalized blush, but Jimin just lets out a short laugh. “Damn, Hoseok, I cannot believe the receptionist is getting more action than the bellboy. I mean, have you seen how hot my thighs look in these pants? It’s sinful that Namjoon lets me wear them, but he knows I bring in the customers, so he won’t say anything.” Jimin shifts in his seat and stares you down. “Speaking of action, has your sad little slobberfest in the kitchen actually gone anywhere? I’m surprised he hasn’t asked you to dinner yet.”

You let out a defeated moan around your last mouthful of hot chocolate. “No, and for a while he’d leave cute little gifts and stuff around, but I feel like maybe he really did just want some reassurance in a tough time and that he’s not actually interested…” you trail off when Hoseok and Jimin share a meaningful look. “What? Has he talked to you guys about me?”

The receptionist scratches under his collar awkwardly, and Jimin looks a little guilty. After a few attempts to get the gossip out of them, Jimin finally lets out a deep sigh. “He does like you, honestly, but… Look, he’s heard some other staff, and guests, talk about you, and he doesn’t want it to be a competition, so he’s giving you some space. Poor guy probably thinks you’re already taken.”

Your frown deepens. “What do you mean? Who’s been talking about me?”

He glances up at the ceiling for a few moments, working his jaw, then looks down again. “All of us, Y/n. I’m honestly surprised you haven’t noticed. Hobi’s probably the only one who doesn’t, but now I realize that’s probably just because Yoongi wears him out.” You let out a shaky laugh when Hoseok nods sadly, but your face is still twisted up in confusion. “Jin’s not a competitive guy, babe. If you want to be with him, you have to let him know, otherwise he’ll just carry on acting like nothing’s happened. He’s not very confrontational. He just doesn’t want to create any tension between the guys, that’s all.”

Your mind races at a hundred miles an hour, trying to catch up. This is surely the weirdest conversation you’ve had in a mom-and-pop coffee shop, and you’re still trying to process everything. “Wait, you said guests, too?”

Hoseok hums in affirmation. “Taehyung’s been kinda bragging to Jungkook about the fact that he’s had you in his room multiple times. Technically it’s true, but he makes it seem like the two of you are a thing. Jungkook idolizes Jin, so the news got back to him pretty fast. I’m sorry, muppet, the whole situation is kind of a mess. We should’ve told you sooner, but we figured you must’ve already known.”

You shake your head slowly, brushing off his apology. Tae was acting like the two of you had sex? How were you going to face sweet Jungkook at his party knowing that he probably thought you had fucked his friend? Hoseok was right, the whole situation was fucked up.

You stare into the dregs of cocoa at the bottom of your mug. “What do I even do? I don’t want people to think any less of me, much less for something that never actually happened.”

Jimin shrugs. “I mean, the two of us are on the same page as you, so don’t worry about us. You just need to work out which of the other guys you want to explain things to first and go from there. Work out some priorities, girl, or this whole drama will end in tears.”

You nod, resigned to your fate, and get up from your seat. “I’ll see you two later tonight, then. I’ve got a call to make.”

You made in home in a little over twenty minutes, quickly changed out of your work clothes into some pajamas and sat on the couch staring at your phone for way too long, finger hovering over Jin’s name in your contacts list.

Should you call him now and wake him or just wait until work tonight? It was already quite late, or rather, early, and you wanted to get a decent sleep. No matter when you spoke with Jin, you still had Tae and Jungkook to sort out. It was going to be an intense shift.

Clenching your eyes shut, deciding to bite the bullet, you call him, and try to still your racing heart as the rings echoed in your empty apartment.

Five, then six, then seven, until you considered just hanging up. Finally, on the ninth ring, the call goes through and Jin’s delightfully deep voice calls out your name.

“I’m sorry for waking you, but I really needed to talk to you.” It’s only when you get this far that you realize you actually haven’t planned out what it was exactly that you wanted to say. “I… I miss you. I feel like you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

A pregnant pause on the other end. “I, yeah, I have.”

Your heart drops. You have to focus all your energy into keeping your voice steady. “I hope I haven’t done anything to upset you. Jimin told me about some of the workplace banter that’s been going around about me. I wanted you to know it’s not true.”

Again, he takes a while to reply. You can’t work out if his sleep-addled brain is just taking longer to process, or if he’s really thinking about what he’s saying. “Well. I’m glad it’s not true. You shouldn’t be sleeping with guests, especially not ones that are directly related to the boss, and especially not on company time.”

“That’s the thing! I didn’t! I had to go into his room to talk to him about something, but nothing of that nature happened. I promise you.” It takes you a while to realize that the extended silence that follows isn’t him preparing a response, but that he really isn’t going to reply at all. You clear your throat. “I really like you, Jin. I know workplace romance isn’t really the best thing to get into, but… I don’t know, that kiss changed a lot of things for me. I can’t stop thinking about it. And I feel like such an idiot that I’ve gone and wasted my chance because of a rumor going around. I’m sorry.”

He breathes your name the moment you apologize, and the weight of the emotion it holds leaves you speechless. You lean back against the arm of your couch, both hands holding your phone snugly to your ear like it could get you any closer to the man on the other end.

“It’s not about the rumors,” he confesses quietly. “Look, I think the world of you, and I hope you know that. But you said that the kiss changed everything for you,” he breaks off to sigh heavily and you have to chew on the inside of your cheek to stop from taking back the words that upset him, “I’m sorry, but that’s just not me. Fuck, if my ex saw me like that she’d probably change her mind and take me back, but the reality is, that’s not what I’m like most of the time. Would you ever feel this hung up over the chef you met on your first day that was carting around lobsters in an ice bucket? Because that’s me. That’s me when I’m not miserable after a break-up, and that’s why my girlfriend couldn’t stay with me. I can’t… I can’t be with you if you see me as that heartbroken pile of mush on the kitchen floor. I’d just be setting you up for disappointment like I did with the last girl. You don’t deserve that.”

It’s not until you go to reply that you notice how much your eyes sting and how your throat is beginning to choke up with emotion. You take a breath before you speak but it’s too shaky to reassure you. “What can I do to prove to you I like the real you? How can I show you I’m serious when you never let me see you?”

“I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t. I’ve gotten over my ex, and when I’m in the kitchen I’m back to my normal self, I’m sure to Namjoon’s despair, but whenever I see you all that disappears, and I feel like a smitten teenager again. All I want is to hold your hand and take you somewhere nice and-” he breaks off to groan in annoyance. “Fuck, even now you have me confessing my deepest darkest thoughts like a lovesick fool. If I was on the phone to anyone else, I’d be joking around and teasing them, and they’d have hung up already. I just…” he sighs again, but softer than before. “Give me some time to sort myself out. You can…you can do whatever you want with your time, I won’t be mad. But it wouldn’t be fair of me to pursue you when you don’t know what you’re really in for. I’m sorry.” The line clicks dead, and the silence that fills up the apartment is deafening.

You let a few tears fall that had been building up, letting out a wobbly laugh. That was the most heartfelt and emotional rejection you’d ever had. You didn’t know how you were supposed to fall asleep after that, but you crawled down the hall to your bed and collapsed onto the duvet anyway, hoping that sheer exhaustion would take you under.

It was pitch black outside when you awoke, and you hummed in content at the full-body stretch that overtook you, relaxing your muscles and making your vision swim for a bit. As the spots in your peripheral cleared, so did the daze of just waking up. You roll over and check your phone only to see a stream of messages and missed calls, all subtitles under a headline of 1:47am.

“Fuck!” You jolt out of bed and run down the hallway, going to the bathroom as quickly as you could before brushing your hair and teeth, tugging your uniform on bit by bit as you go. You get ready in a record time of 8 minutes, arriving at the hotel a little after 2am.

Rather than spending the extra few seconds it took to go around back to the staff entrance, you pull up and dash into the lobby, ignoring the two men that call out your name, asking what happened, and sprinting down the hall to Namjoon’s office.

Rather than waiting to knock, you burst open the door, panting heavily, and a stream of apologies come out in stutters of breath.

It’s not until you’re met with silence that you actually look up and pay attention to what’s in front of you.

Namjoon and Taehyung are in the office; the elder sitting at his desk like usual, dangling his glasses frame from a single finger while the other hand is buried deep into his hair, tangling up strands. His younger brother is leaned up against a filing cabinet, arms crossed.

Only Tae looks up at you when you storm in, and you’re shocked to see the look of pleasant surprise that crosses his face when he sees you. “Y/n wouldn’t mind! I won’t be a nuisance, honestly, hyung.”

The manager simply groans. “And how would you know what she would or wouldn’t mind? Were you so struck by her presence when she met you for like two minutes?”

You raise your eyebrows at Taehyung in an expression that hopefully conveys ‘good going, genius’, then turn to Namjoon’s hunched form. “What’s happening?”

Finally, he sighs tiredly and sits up, slipping his black frames back on. “Taehyung here wants to earn some money for a new camera, and he’s proposed he can be your assistant.”

You blink, mouth dangling open a little too long. “I thought I was the assistant.”

Namjoon waves one hand in the air and nods. “I told you, Taehyung, you can’t just expect she needs the help. She’s a wonderful employee as is, without you tugging on her skirt for some pocket money. It’d be good for you to spend some time outside of this hotel.”

Even though Tae’s proposal involved you, you still felt like you were intruding on a private conversation. Neither man had even thought to ask you why you were almost two hours late to work. You come in to the office just enough to shut the door quietly behind you, and awkwardly stand in silence, fiddling with your fingers.

“I don’t need to spend time outside of this hotel! Just last Tuesday I went in to uni to hand in my rough draft for the portfolio, which, by the way, you haven’t once asked me about.”

“Oh, you took a trip in to school one time and now you think you deserve a job?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes and looks moments away from stamping his foot in frustration. “Fuck, seriously? I said you could just buy it for me as a birthday gift but no, that would be too much trouble for you, Mr. Small-business Owner,” he drawls sarcastically. “Isn’t it such a shame that mom and dad wasted all the perfect genes on you and used all the sloppy seconds for me? I bet they’re real disappointed that you’re a successful entrepreneur and I’m just some sad, starving artist, huh? I bet you’re real disappointed in me, too,” he mutters the last part, kicking his feet on the carpet, not looking his older brother in the eye.

You try desperately to avoid eye contact with either of them, certain you shouldn’t be here, hearing this, but it doesn’t matter anyway. Namjoon hasn’t given you a second glance this whole time. He’s staring straight at Tae, struck silent, with tears slowly gathering in his eyes.

There are a few moments of uncomfortable silence, broken only by Tae’s sniffing, and when he does finally speak, it’s so soft that you strain to hear it only a few feet away. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Well,” Taehyung scoffs, but there’s no bite to it, “now you do. If my own brother won’t hire me, I guess I better go find a job somewhere else in town. Excuse me.”

He bustles past you and you wince when the door slams, Namjoon looking up at the noise with red eyes. He seems to at last take note of your presence, and his gaze flickers once to the clock on his desk, then back to you. He doesn’t say anything, but simply tilts his head slightly as a gesture for you to explain yourself.

A little put off by the events you probably shouldn’t have witnessed, you have to clear your throat before getting any words out. “I had a rough day and forgot to set my alarm when I went to sleep. I’m so sorry. It won’t be happening again.”

Too drained to really put up a fight, he just nods. “I think we’ve all had a rough day. It’s fine.” He takes a stabilizing breath and sits up straight in his chair. “Hoseok’s run out of printer paper again, can you please drop some off to him asap?”

It’s clear that the conversation has ended, and he just wants you to leave so he can compose himself, but after grabbing a couple reams of paper from the stationery drawer in the office, you pause by Namjoon’s desk, bend down, and pull him into a quick hug.

He still doesn’t say anything, but his arm comes up to wrap tightly around your back, and you can feel the way his hands are shaking slightly. You give him one last squeeze and let go, sending him a soft smile before you leave.

Once you leave the tension of the office behind, you blow out your cheeks and sigh. Even though your shift was technically going to be a couple hours less than normal due to your tardiness, you had a feeling it was going to be the longest one yet.

#bts au #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts x reader #taehyung x reader #jeongguk x reader #jungkook x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #yoongi x reader #jin x reader #enjoy your stay

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alexteltevskiy · 5 years

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Why I take photos

Hey everyone, how’s it going?

I’m back. Been taking a break from social media this past year. Recently moved to SoCal from Chicago and was busy settling in. Also, I took this time to step back and look at where I’ve been and where I want to go with my photography, as well as how I present it online.

I’ve got a lot of fun new content planned and will slowly start rolling it out. Meanwhile, to make up for my lack of updates, this post is chock-full of awesome photos and interesting thoughts on photography. Climb aboard and enjoy the ride!

Throughout this past year I continued taking photos, but I left social media entirely, feeling that it was becoming a bit too much. Too much of a time investment and mental drain, researching & following, using all those silly hash tags… Too much attention being eaten up by a constant bombardment with a never-ending flow of imagery. Too much bots, too much spam & too much noise. Too much “for the likes”. Too much stuff I couldn’t care to care about anymore. Instant gratification and desensitization were the new norm. Even the quality stuff didn’t matter anymore. I knew it was time to jump ship.

But I did miss the things that were actually good about it. There weren’t that many, but still… I knew that it was only a matter of time before I plugged back in again. And… here I am. Meanwhile, my sabbatical allowed me the luxury to think about my photography from the ground up, and think I did. In this post I’d like to share with you some of the fruits of all that thinking: I’d like to share with you the 10 reasons why I take photos.

1. Exploration & adventure

Photography allows me to explore new, unfamiliar places, as well as see the old and familiar places in new light, over and over again. Back in the olden days I used to call it a “Passport to adventure” (pardon the cheese). And I still feel that way.

Nothing else gets me out the door as quickly as a camera and a fresh new roll of film, and not much enriches a life more than travel.

2. Meeting people

Meeting new people is always fun. It’s a life-enriching experience and helps one feel connected to the greater world. It’s not always easy to connect with strangers on the street, but a camera usually helps break the ice in more ways than one.

Since many of my interests lie in old mechanical objects, having a vintage camera with me actually sparks a lot of conversations to happen entirely by themselves. And at the end of the day, 9 out of 10 people actually feel honored to be able to tell their story and have their picture taken.

3. Family and friends

I don’t need 691 snapshots of what we ate for breakfast every year. I need just a few quality photos that are engineered to stand the test of time and will always bring back the fondest of memories spent with my family and friends.

Quality photography, where I put in the time and effort to make each shot count (ahem, film, not pointing fingers, ahem). It’s rewarding and it makes my relationships feel that much more special (sorry for the sentimental cheese).

4. Recording milestones

Speaking of family and friends, the moments that we cherish most are the ones that deserve their own dedicated photo shoot. Being a photographer transcends into being a historian and keeper of family history and even tradition.

“Production values” are high, trips are planned, adventures are had and lasting memories are made. Photos serve as testament to us and the big advancements in our lives - a big move, getting married, having children…

5. Fueling curiosity

To be curious is to be human. It’s what defines us as a race that’s able to advance and grow. There would be no fire, no wheel, no semiconductor and no landing on the moon and (gasp) no Instagram.

Taking photos for me is a continuation of that fine tradition of discovery. I see, I like, I take a photo. I obsess over the photo and object that lies herein. I learn more about it, wiki-ing about the design decisions on that olive green ’67 Cutlass or the impact of that historic Main St. movie theater on the town or how surfboards are shaped. Or why the moon is sometimes red. Or why Dingbats have such a funny name.

Photography helps me learn more about my world. Always a nice thing.

6. Imagination exercise

Every once in a while I’d take a photo and it would entertain my mind in many not-so-obvious ways. Could happen with a picture perfect landscape or a failed Holga long exposure. It would mysteriously linger in memory for a while, prompting repeat viewing. Often times the effect would be immediately after seeing the photo, other times it would surface years after the fact.

I would be drawn to the photo, get lost in it, imagine myself in it. All sorts of metaphorical thought would crawl into the picture, all sorts of things would form in the shadows and bubble up. Sometimes nostalgia would paint the skies a dull yellow and I’d feel warmth in my toes that I haven’t felt since 17. Sometimes at night, the skyline of Port of LA turns into Port Town from F-Zero and at midday, the sand dunes on the beach turn into a romanticized version of early 20th-century Arabia.

Humans are visual creatures, and photos have the power to play all sorts of tricks on the interplay between imagination, memory and all the 5 senses. Photos help me tie my mindscape together.

7. Giving back

It’s only natural to want to share with the world something that you truly, honestly love!

Photography is a craft that has lots to do with understanding fundamentals, repetition and learning from your mistakes. It also has lots to do with many other things that are not so immediately obvious due to the exceedingly esoteric nature of what makes or breaks a good photo. Not to mention that there’s a very complicated technical side to photography as well, film or digital...

The answers to all of these come with time and experience, and as always, with a little help from our friends. As such, it’s always a humbling and enjoyable experience when I can offer my friends a little help of my own, based on my personal experience and observations.

8. Experimentation and happenstance

Photography has always been about experimenting - seeing what works and what doesn’t. Every time I try something new I am faced with fresh and, dare I say, invigorating challenges.

Sometimes I learn something cool that I’d like to continue doing (redscale or Pen-o-ramas). Other times I find a format that completely changes the kinds of shots I’d do for long stretches of time (half frame or a 6x9). Or I would find a camera so unpredictable that I wouldn’t know how the shot will turn out at all (pinholes, Holgas, solarcams, old soviet cameras, etc).

In the world of film photography, there is absolutely no shortage of film, formats, cameras and techniques to try out. We have, after all, more than a hundred years of photographic legacy to fall back on and tinker with. It keeps things interesting and the perspective - fresh.

9. Getting lost in the moment

This is a big one, especially with film photography. A craft so diverse and expansive that condenses down to a singular moment when the shutter goes off. There’s so much to love, so many details to enjoy.

Starting with the obvious - not having to chimp or preview the photos and being limited by a scarce, diminishing resource (film) allows more time to bask in the surroundings and bond with the moment rather than just keep popping off the camera like a machine gun. Waiting for the moment (or setting up the shot), anticipating the scene, watching it all come together. It’s meditation.

The gear, so varied and spanning such a breadth of generations, each with its own intricacies, procedures and character. The mechanical, tangible nature of control manipulations. It’s all very tactile and ASMR-ish. Come on, all you Leica fans out there - tell me you don’t go through an elation every time that cloth goes sssssshwick, haha )

10. Feeling the passing of time

Photos are like a quality wine - they get better with age (I actually don’t know if that’s true, but that’s how the saying goes). A lot of photos we admire today were received completely different when they were first presented to the world. We look back at the photos from the 60’s, 70’s and go through a portal to that time. How people lived their lives, where they lived, what they drove, how they had fun. It’s all put through the context of history. Same goes for movies, music - any cultural item.

It’s important to understand that your photos, if you choose to keep them around for that long, will be viewed many decades down the line and will offer a glimpse into those times. Viewers from the future will look at the cars and marvel at how people got around in these dead-dinosaur-powered vehicles, or how everyone on the street was stuck staring down at tiny glass screens, or even the fact that the very photo they’re looking at is static, isn’t an immersive 3D experience and has limited resolution.

Things get especially interesting when the photographer himself is the subject of the photos...

11. Cars

Wait, didn’t I say it was 10 reasons? Well, there’s always room for cars! Awesome, timeless automotive examples, each with its own personality and style. As they say, there’s always room for cars...

Conclusion

Sorry if that was too wordy! A lot of reasons, huh? And everybody will have their own… That’s the beauty of this thing called photography - everyone makes it their own. Hopefully this post presented you with some interesting food for thought, or maybe inspiration for your next photo project. Thanks for reading, everyone.

Stay awesome!

#film photography #analog photography #filmisnotdead #ishootfilm #film #fujifilm #kodak #35mm #120 #4x5 #believeinfilm

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el-d-ritch · 6 years

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all evens,,

100 character development questions (for in depth and ooc answers, go send numbers to @somnolentis)

002. do they do anything to celebrate their birthday?

nah.

004. do they prefer being alone or with others?

i don’t really know anymore. i guess i’d lean more towards having company, but honestly the idea just makes me feel nervous now.

i know not everybody would end up thinking i’m a freak but it feels like enough would to where i probably shouldn’t even bother. i guess i could take some precautions but what’s the point of having proper friends if i can’t even tell them anything.

a lot of that is probably just baseless anxiety, i know.

006. what sense do they most rely on?

it’s kind of hard to explain that.

i guess my hearing used to be the best. my sight has never been that great and tbh i could probably use glasses, just never bothered to get them.

but now, it’s sort of different. there’s like a seventh sense that’s just… a knowing of things. like having a memory of something without actually having the experience.

some things i just know. not because of sight or sound or anything i’ve learned, really. i just know.

sorry. i know that doesn’t make much sense.

008. what is their favorite fairy tale?

i really like beauty and the beast. it’s cute.

010. who they believe in love at first sight?

i don’t know. maybe. i’m not super cynical about the idea of it, anyway. but it’s been so long since i’ve felt anything even remotely like a crush that it’s hard to really say.

012. what makes your character embarrassed?

god. so many things.

i think the worst is when people make tentacle or vore jokes. it’s so embarrassing. like both for myself and for them. as if i haven’t heard them all already.

014. detail one secret shame your character feels.

everything about me physically probably. not exactly a secret. i don’t have much else to be ashamed about i guess other than how monumentally stupid i was when i was younger.

rest under read-more because this is so many fucking asks, dude.

016. what is their choice of weapon?

i used to really like swords.

but

swords in the real world is fucking dumb, so a pistol, i guess. i learned that the hard way. hands on weapons don’t mean shit when you’re going against a bullet.

that among other things i’m capable of.

018. your character wakes up to find that war has been declared. What do they do?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

become a hermit in the woods once and for all i guess.

020. what are their hobbies?

i really like learning about space. that’s one thing about me that hasn’t really changed at all.

collecting different sorts of hats. i have every color i think. which is dumb because i wear the same one every day.

i’ve kind of gotten into photography lately, if only because there’s a lot of beautiful scenery around the forest and the city. feels like it would be kind of a waste to not document some of it, you know?

plus dave really likes coming with me whenever i decide to go on a walk around the woods. i’ve let him take a few pictures before and they all look like shit but it’s kind of endearing to look at. i put them on the fridge.

022. what is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen?

sort of relevant to the last one, but still space.

there’s something so calming about looking up at the stars and knowing just how insignificant you are. the idea used to unnerve me but now it makes me feel at peace knowing that no matter how badly i fuck up, it won’t mean shit in the grand scheme of the universe.

something really comforting about that.

024. what do they consider ugly in others physically?

bad hygiene like most other people although if blood is involved i don’t really care. i may as well be a vampire considering how used to it i am. it’s like i barely notice.

other than that, hell if i know. i don’t really have a place to judge aesthetics anymore. it’s all about the personality.

026. what do they consider ugly in others personality-wise?

unnecessary rudeness for sure. it’s super grating and not at all as cool as people think it makes them look.

on that note, though: people who can’t take a fucking joke. there is no faster killjoy than making a joke and having someone act like you just insulted their dead godmother. fuck.

someone who can’t just properly banter back and forth with me. i hate when talking is like pulling teeth. i hate having to be the one asking all the questions just to keep them engaged in a conversation. boring as fuck.

028. what makes them laugh out loud?

whenever dave does something especially stupid that i know i’m going to bring up in ten years just to embarrass him.

that’s always fun.

it’s another benefit to liking photography, too. i can document it so he can’t say i’m lying. i think i’ll make a scrapbook.

030. do they believe in the afterlife?

eh. i did but it doesn’t really matter anymore if i do now. although i guess it’s kind of a given that i do to some extent considering i’m already a dead man walking.

i’m not going there anyway. to the proper afterlife, i mean.

032. does your character believe in ghosts?

yes.

i mean.

gestures to myself.

i’m a fucking zombie technically speaking so it would be pretty fucking hypocritical if i didn’t.

034. what’s their view of lying?

it’s stupid.

at least anything that isn’t a harmless little white lie, i guess.

i don’t know. personally i don’t do horrendous stuff so i don’t really have much reason to lie myself. it’s not hard just to tell the truth.

036. how honorable is your character?

probably not that honorable. i can’t imagine anyone aspiring to me like me.

038. what bad habits do they have?

so fucking many, you don’t even wanna know.

smoking and drinking, although it doesn’t matter much because it won’t have much of an effect on me, but it’s still a bad example to set for dave. i try to avoid doing it around him at least.

uh, other than that. self harm, i guess, but it’s mostly unintentional when it happens. it’s just really easy to hurt myself.

040. what is their obsession?

what a weird question.

i don’t know, trying to be a decent brother?

042. what is their greatest achievement?

don’t really have any. i guess the fact that i’m still friends with spirit is something i’m pretty proud of.

044. what disgusts them?

not much, if anything. i’m not really a judgmental person.

046. how do they handle getting sick?

lol. i’m always sick.

048. do they have any allergies?

yes. cats. that’s all i’m aware of. idk if it still applies.

050. how does your character feel about their own mortality?

i don’t.

052. what is your character’s worst flaw?

oh, i don’t know, everything about me? have you met me?

i guess personality wise i’m pretty bearable but if you met me irl you’d realize how stupid a question this is.

054. does your character want power or authority of any kind?

no.

056. has your character ever struck someone in anger?

no. i’ve pushed someone, i guess, if that counts.

if my older brother wasn’t dead i’d probably punch him in the fucking head.

there are other people i wish i could hit, too. but they’re already gone.

058. what is your character’s idea of a perfect day?

i don’t have one, really.

060. what is your character’s attitude toward education and learning?

it’s good.

the education system sucks, though. i had a shitty time in school.

i’m really worried for dave, when he’s older. i hope he doesn’t go through the same shit i did. and if he does, i hope he doesn’t react the same way i did, too.

062. what sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind?

i don’t really care about leaving a legacy, but

i just really want to be a good brother. someone dave will be able to look back on and actually recognize how much i cared for him.

that sounds cheesy as hell, sorry.

064. in what ways does your character annoy others?

the self deprecation probably gets pretty annoying. i’m pretty self aware of that but if i’m insulting myself, i’ll do what i want.

066. does your character prefer city life or being out in nature?

i have the luxury of being stuck in between both.

i like nature, though. i like the solitude.

and nature doesn’t judge you the way people do, either.

068. how strong is your character’s sense of responsibility? what kinds of things trigger it?

decent now, i guess. i have two jobs, i have a kid, i pay my bills.

i used to be super irresponsible and immature but i don’t really have the choice not to be right now. so it doesn’t matter what does and doesn’t trigger it. i don’t have a choice.

070. what about your character is cowardly?

that i’d rather just stop trying rather than fix how badly some things are fucked up.

sometimes you drain yourself out so much that giving up is easier. dealing with the guilt is better than dealing with misplaced hope.

072. in a dungeons & dragons game, which class would your character be? (wizard, fighter, bard, priest, ranger, etc.)

hmmm. tough choice.

i think i’d like being a fighter. eldritch knight seems pretty fitting, after all.

074. what is your character’s favorite game?

don’t really have one right now.

i like pokemon, though. who doesn’t?

076. how do they express anger?

i’d rather not talk about that.

probably not well.

078. how emotionally stable is your character?

not.

080. how easy is it for others to read your character’s emotions?

i don’t know. haven’t been told that yet. i haven’t had a proper friend for a few years.

i used to be very easy to read in person, though. i wonder if that’s changed or not.

082. what are your character’s sleeping preferences?

anything that’s even marginally comfortable. i don’t have much for standards.

084. describe your character in one word.

complicated.

086. How would your character describe themself in one word?

and messy.

088. is your character quiet or loud?

quiet.

090. how bodily expressive is your character?

i don’t really know. it’s another thing i don’t pay attention to until someone points it out to me, and i’ve changed a lot in the past few years.

i guess i’d need an outside opinion.

092. what emotion does your character evoke in others?

fear, usually. unease, most of all.

this isn’t really me patting myself on the back. there’s an actual sort of energy that goes to it, that isn’t.. really mine. it just exists around the very nature of what i am a part of.

094. name three things most would not expect your character to be able to know.

what you’re feeling.

if you’re lying or not.

the meaning of life.

096. how do they move and carry themselves? what energy do they project?

lazily, i guess. i would imagine i look like i always want to drop dead. it’s how i feel, usually.

098. does your character like animals?

yeah. i have a cat and a dog. i love them to death. pun intended.

100. does your character dream? if so, what do they dream about?

sometimes.

of the dark and the things that crawl in it. the realm beyond ours and other things i really can’t explain.

it’s just beyond my ability to, really. it would be easier if i could just show you but i can’t.

i’m used to it. as used to it as i can be without going crazy, anyway.

but it does bleed into reality sometimes.

#bromeggeddon #headcanon #LONG FUCKING POST #whew

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lubdubsworld · 7 years

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Under my skin. ( Namjoon/Oc)

Chapter 6

Author’s note : i have no idea how photography works. it’s mostly me trying to sound intelligent so excuse me if it’s inaccurate.

“Your Id , and the back pass. There’s a small passage way to the left, at the end of this corridor. Take the first right and studio 6 is the thrid door on the left. The Boys won’t be here for another hour or so but the photographer is already here and he’s really looking forward to meeting you.” The kind receptionist checks through my bag and hands it back, smiling widely as she points out the way and I check my phone again to see if Yoongi has replied to my text.

nope.

Oh, well.

I slipped my backpack on and quickly made my way to the studio, only getting lost once and asking one of the younger trainees for directions before finally reaching the studio.

The photographer is Lee Jeon Seok , a very famous fashion photographer with a pretty impressive portfolio. He’s also relatively young, late twenties or early thirties , tall and strapping with a nice bright smile.

He’s also a little obvious with the staring.

“Whoa. Are you sure you’re here as a photographer? Not a model?” He teases, eyes lingering unashamedly on my breasts and i resist the urge to snap my fingers just to pull his gaze back up. it’s nothing new. Over the years, i’ve learned that photography was still predominantly a male dominated area and men usually took it for granted that if you came into their area you were open to being ogled at.

I’m not a prude or a particularly sanctimonious person. i don’t mind being looked at, as long as no lines are crossed.

Besides, i had more to lose if i kicked out so I could put up with a little harmless flirting.

“I think you could teach me more about being a photographer than a model...” i smiled vacantly, keeping my expression firmly neutral. it’s a face i’ve perfected over the years , because in my business you just can’t offend these bigshots. It’s more than likely I’ll be seeing this guy again in my career and men are freakishly sensitive when it comes to shit like this. i had no intention of encouraging him but I couldn’t openly reject him either.

“that’s true. There’s a ton of stuff i could teach you..” He smiles pleasantly and we spend the next forty minutes discussing lightings. He tells me all about the theme of the photoshoot, the members who would best be suited for it. How they were going to be dressed and how the natural lighting would have to be used well, because it was a ‘ Fairy in the Woods’ kind of theme.

“We’ll try to set as few artificial lights as possible and only in juxtaposition to the costumes . The boys have really amazing complexion, all of them so I’d prefer to make the most of it using the natural lighting...” He says easily, showing me swathes of skin tones according to each of the members and the corresponding outfits.

“Will they be using the same outfits, inside and outside? Some of the indoor shots will need artificial lighting.... And won’t the colors look too different?” i say curiously and he smiles proudly.

“I was wondering if you’d pick on that. And no, the indoor shhots will all take place there, close to the windows. we’ll try to use the light on the outfits. Let’s do a bit of experimentation there... You’re welcome to take snaps as many as you want. I’ll review them later. We can go over all the photos together and i’ll help you take more notes... Maybe obver dinner tonight?” He smiles brightly . innocently. Like his eyes don’t betray the sheer lust coming off him in waves.

I blink a bit to rearrange my features.

“I have plans for dinner. I’m so sorry. “ I say apologetically. “ But we can get coffe right after the shoot gets over.” i smile quickly and he frowns a bit but looks vaguely convinced. Men and their constant need to get their metaphorical dick sucked is something i will never come to terms with.

“okay. It would be kind of pointless of you assisting me as an intern if you don’t stay back to discuss the shoot with me.” He says firmly and there’s a subtle warning there.

I’m in charge here, so you better bend to my will.

I smile brightly in response and open my mouth to reassure him again when a flurry of activity near the door makes us look up.

i really hate myself for it but it’s Namjoon’s gaze that I lock into, almost immediately. He pretty much pins me to my place with that stare of his and then he’s tilting his head in a coy gesture, dimples blooming on his cheekbones as he scratches the back of his head and smirks,.

It’s at once incredibly hot and unarmingly adorable. A double attack, because my heart jumps, throbbing up to my throat at the cuteness and my thighs snap together as well, heat pooling in my belly because of the sinful way he is staring at me.

i look down at once and to my surprise, Jeon seok slings an arms around my shoulder, drawing me closer as he drags me to meet them.

“Hey guys... this is Ae Rin... My assistant for the day.” He squeezes my shoulder and Yoongi grins subtly before ducking his head in a mock bow. All the members smile a bit and i notice at once that Jung Kook refuses to look anywhere near me.

Cute.

But it’s Namjoon who steps forward and his gaze is deadly serious as he holds his hand out.

“Hi, Ae Rin ssi..Please take good care of us today.” He winks subtly and I’m pretty fucking proud of myself for not falling face first at the sheer disrespect.

What the actual fuck.

“ Nice to meet you guys.” I smile amicably at each of them and Yoongi winks too, except it’s nowhere as ... depraved as Namjoon. it’s casual, friendly almost and i’m reminded again of why I like, and prefer Min Yoongi to Kim Namjoon.

He does not make me want to crawl out of my own skin.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Why are you here?”

I jump a little, nearly tripping over a stray chord as i turn around to stare at him.

“Excuse me?”

“Weren’t you going to intern with the artist we met at the Cafe? “ Namjoon has one hand in his pocket, the other fumbling with the chain around his neck, drawing my attention to the deep V of his silk shirt and the tantalizing glimpse of smooth creamy skin.

“yoongi got this for me...long before I even knew you...” I say snidedly and I know I’m being hostile but there’s just so much of Mr. tall, handsome male I can take per day. Working with Namjoon at such close quarters is somehow grating on my nerves. it doesn’t really help that the guy isn’t technically doing anything wrong that i can tell him off for.

I’m used to snobby idols but this guy is just so oddly down to earth and level headed that i’m drawn against my will.

“You know me? That’s a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?” He winks and I roll my eyes.

“Fine. I admit i don’t know you. It doesn’t matter either way. “ I say with a shrug, moving back to peer through the pictures.

He settles down next to me on a rickety old stool and i flinch when some of the staff begin tossing us glances at once. Especially some of the girls who work with the lighting crew and the costumes. The judgemental stare is obvious, accusatory in the way it pierces into my skin and i bite my lower lip before rounding on him.

“You should leave before you get me fired.” I say under my breath.

“You don’t work here.” He points out fairly enough but I’m more worried about the way one of the staff is actually pulling out her cellphone, not so subtly moving to hold it up in my direction and yeah.... there are somethings you can’t really afford to lose, no matter how good looking and suave the guy is.

I jump to my feet and turn around ignoring his voice and quickly stalking to the gap behind the set, where Jeon Seok iss talking to another girl.

“Oh, Ae Rin ah... Come here... This is the next set of photos we’ll be working on...” He pulls out another file and begins explaining when one of the assistants brushes by me and for a second i almost think i imagine it, the gentle brush of her fabric against my skin as she leans closer than necessary. And then a low voice carries to me, as she whispers,

slutty whore.

I frown in disbelief. She can’t possibly have said that, right? But a quick glance lets me know that she did , her eyes fairly blazing vindictively as she smirks at me and wow....really?

I turn back to the man as he continues with his instructions and it’s oddly unsettling, the girl’s words and how out of context they are. Why on earth would she say that... i don’t even know her.

But the moment I step outside , it’s obvious what’s wrong.

“Hey... You’re the assistant right?” One of the other make up artists gives me a disdainful amile.

I raise an eyebrow.

“Yoongi oppa says he wants to meet you in his dressing room.Says there’s something he wants to tell you in private.”

the last two words are drawled, her eyes roving over my form with the kind of judgemental disgust that plain girls seem to reserve for us prettier ones , almost like it’s somehow our fault for being treated differently because of our looks.

i feel my entire body still because i can’t even fucking believe what i just heard.

Was Min Yoongi that big of a jerk... ? Did he really just indirectly tell some strange woman, a woman who obviously rattled to every other woman in the set, taht he was fucking me?

My fists clench in mortification and disbelief and suddenly i know why these girls are glaring. They think I’m only here because i fucked Yoongi. That the only talent I have is the ability to land a famous idol in my bed and while i don’t give a rat’s ass about what these bitches think, I do care about having my talent undermined.

I’m also not into being summoned

So cheap that he could just ask some stranger to come fetch me like i was his bitch.

Did the fucker not have a bloody phone?!

“What... you’re going to deny that you aren’t-” the girl starts, apparently unaware how close i was to stabbing her.

“Where the fuck is he?” I say softly and the girls blinks, taken aback at the simmering fury in my tone..

“What are you-”

“Where the fuck is your precious oppa?” I whisper, smiling sweetly and her eyes go wide.

“in... in the dressing rooms over there. You ...You should watch your mouth-”

“And You should watch yours. unless you want me to break it for you. Get the fuck out of my way. ” i shove past her as I stalk over to where the dressing rooms are.

it was easy enough finding the room. I push it open and Yoongi was on his feet.

“Ae Rin-ah....”

“Who the fuck do you think you bloody are?” I whisper, and he just stare sat me, raising an eyebrow.

“i take it you aren’t in the mood...” He drawls.

“What was that for? i refuse to believe that you’re enough of an idiot to do somtehing as reckless as what you just did...”

“reckless? Why the fuck is that reckless?” He rolls his eyes and I just stare at him.

“There are staff members out there who think the only reason i’m here is because I’m fucking you..”

“And they got that wrong didn’t they? When in fact it’s the other way round. The only reason you even fucked me was because you wanted to be here...” He sneers.

i gawk at him in disbelief.

“What?! Why do you look so shocked. Think I’m fucking blind? the way you got that poor idiot of a photographer wrapped around your pinky finger? Been touching his arms, smiling, flirting with him all day.... Think i can’t bloody see you being a slut out there?” He snarls then and I pull back.

“You’re out of your fucking mind...”

“Am i? I didn’t do anything wrong. I was horny, i sent for you. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to be? Fuck buddies? i don’t see that violating any non-existent contract we drew up when this thing started. “

“And the contract specified you being a fucking dick?” i snap angrily. Yoongi scoffs.

“ Whatever. Besides, you owe me a blowjob at least for the favor i just did you. Hooked you up with one of the best in the fiels. Jeon seok hyung sure looks like he’s going to have you riding his dick in no time. A better prospect for your career... You’re a smart little girl, baby. i’ll give you that. ” He leans back against the dresser, crossing his legs and looking surreal. Beautiful, cruel and just plain nauseating.

“Wow. Wow... you know what. You can keep your bloody favors to yourself. And lose my number while you’re at it.!” I barely reasis the urge to just launch myself at him and claw his filthy perfect face.

i didn’t even bother looking at anyone else. I stalk over to my locker, grab my backpack and the id before slipping on my hoodie and walking straight out of the door.

I find myself walking past the bus stop and past the subway and suddenly, I’m standing in the middle of the pavement with no fucking clue where i actually am.

But honestly, that’s the least of my worries. i pull my phone out and quickly delete all the messages, and block Min Yoongi’s number. And for a second i just stare at my wall paper. it’s the photo that yoongi took of me. I look so happy, i think miserably. And there’s nothing but genuine affection in my face.

Why the fuck would he call me a manipulative person?

And it stuns me for a second, that someone as smart as Min fucking Yoongi would say something so blatantly insulting, so blatantly... misogynistic. it makes me want to punch a wall. Or better yet, his face. But swelling just beneath the anger is a huge wave of sheer fucking hurt. Because, god fucking damn it I had thought the guy was a friend. Yes, i let him into my bed but I’d never for a seocnd considered that he thought of me as nothing more than a cheap lay.

Worse, a cheap lay who was out to take advantage of his fame and build her career. I fight tears because seiously, that’s such a fucking low blow.

My phone buzzes and I stare at the screen.

Kim Namjoon calling.

i hang up, quickly blocking his number as well.

Fuck idols.

Seriously, fuck them. I didn’t want anything to do with either of those idiots. Lesson learned, Ae Rin ah.

Ugh.

#bts namjoon #bts min yoongi #bts fanfics #bts imagines #bts angst #bts #rapmonster #min suga #suga #yoongi

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phantomfighters · 7 years

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,,,can I request some HCs of Akira Yusuke Makoto and Akechi reacting to a photographer S/O?

Akira

he was really never interested in photography until he found out you are a photographer

he never really gets into it either until his realizes how talented you are at this??

i think that he would actually save up for a camera so he could take pictures with you

starts out being mediocre at first, but you offered to teach him so he picks up stuff here and there from you

then you teaching him turns into A COMPETITION TO THE D E A TH (you compete to see who can take the best pictures in a day)

you’ll plan out specific days to go to scenic sites (or sometimes even just leblanc), and these competitions will practically just be how your dates go

but for some reason,,, you always,,,, end up winning?

you had sojiro be the judge for these competitions, but he somehow always says that you win

you always figured that was because it was just sojiro messing with akira

but little did you know, akira actually set up a deal with sojiro to always pick your photos, because he wants you to believe you are an amazing photographer, regardless if you believe it or not already

Yusuke

wow!! no way!! you do art too!!!!!! omg!!!

he would be completely excited that you practice an art form as well

is always in complete awe of your photos

“The perfect ratio of sun to nature, the delicate flowers that adorn the ground, along with the perfectly aimed landscape shot! Truly, this is a masterpiece!” i’m so sorry i dont know anything about photography LMFAO HFJKAHJFKSKJ

will actually use your photos as reference for his art on a multitude of occasions

you actually took a picture of him once when he was painting and he thought it was so beautiful he actually started crying (i’m not even joking)

not because he was in it but because he could feel the love you had for him through the photo

similar to akira, you two would go out to scenic places for dates, but instead of a competition, you would just practice your art forms in each others company

Makoto

honestly she would probably have more than one of your photos framed in her room

it may not seem like it but photos give her great aesthetic pleasure

i’ve also always imagined makoto to have one of those bullet journals to keep herself organized and so i honestly think she would take a lot of your photos and put them in there to make her journal prettier

if you bug her enough for it, she might actually consider being your model for a day

plot twist, she’s actually an amazing model

she gets kinda flustered when you compliment her on how good she is at this (it’s super cute)

and honestly, i feel like if you made an instagram for makoto and her modeling, it would get super popular

MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, ANN, A NEW MODELING CUTIE HAS ARRIVED

all in all photography brings the both of you closer together

Akechi

is always in awe of your talent

“What I do is nothing compared to the brilliance of your photography. You really do have talent! I mean it.”

sometimes when you’re not looking he’ll actually go through you’re camera and just find pictures of him

him working at his desk, him making his special pancakes, among other selfies you both have taken

i feel like he might start crying for all the emotions that wash over him

sometimes he still can’t even believe you actually love him

is always VERY supportive of what you do, always encouraging you

he may even try to learn more about the technicalities of photography and get you a special gift for the next special occasion

maybe he’ll save up for a new lens or a flash? perhaps a new editing software would be better

i’ve always headcannoned him to be someone who gives GREAT gifts, because he always puts a lot of thought into what the other person will actually like wOOPS GOT SIDETRACKED

would probably have your photos as his phone’s wallpaper at some point (aka it’s all his wallpapers are anymore)

#thanks for sending this one in #it was super fun!!#mod prince #hcs #imagine #akira #yusuke #makoto #akechi #anon

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frozenartscapes · 7 years

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@chooseandact it would seem Tumblr likes to eat notifications now. Also sorry for the delay - it’s been difficult for me to sit down and write anything, let alone a good response. Anyway! Without further delay:

In response to this post (I’m also just going to put everything under the cut to save dash space):

Re. the transitway thing: yes, that’s it! I remember seeing something about it on CBC’s website. And yeah, I’m kind of in the same boat where it looks like something neat to do, but it’s never going to affect me in anyway so I don’t really care. By the time it’s built I’ll be long out of the city, so... Yeah. Also, that would be crazy if we’ve been on the same bus before but never realized it! I sometimes think about that: if people I might know online and I have ever passed each other without knowing.

As far as travelling goes, yes, there is a bit of a difference between school vs on your own. For the most part, my living arrangements were made for me as the castle program has a residence building (much to our disappointment, you don’t actually live in the castle, just have classes in there. It’s actually more of a manor home designed to look like a castle than an actual Hogwarts type thing). But if we wanted to travel during the weekends, or get food outside of the cafeteria, or basically do anything that wasn’t on the castle grounds we had to pay for it ourselves. When a bunch of us all went up to Edinburgh, we had to take taxies to the nearest train station and then travel up there ourselves, find places to stay, pay for food - it was all on us. It actually was a good introduction to planning trips on our own, as we weren’t technically going very far but were still able to see what the process was like. Also, like I mentioned earlier, it is extremely easy to move around Europe after that initial suckerpunch to your bank account that is flying over there. Trains within the UK are actually pretty reasonable, especially if you compare them to something like VIA Rail or Amtrak. And even Eurostar trains are much more affordable, and also 1000x more comfortable and faster than anything here, too. I’ve taken the train from London to Paris once, years ago, but it was super easy and not too expensive. (Although, I’m not too sure if it will stay that easy in the coming years what with the whole Brexit thing...) But then most countries have their own rail lines within their borders, unlike here where it’s really only that one line following the Montreal-Toronto corridor and from there you’re SOL regarding traveling around. There were little towns in the UK that were like the size of Manotick that had access to decent train service.

A timeline for the DA!Verse blog would be pretty great. I remember us talking about it forever ago but it’s such a random universe with little bits and pieces floating around everywhere that compiling it all with our busy schedules is pretty difficult. Your archiving stuff is really helpful and I can’t thank you enough!

And I hear that re. school subjects. In high school I was dead set on being an architect, but then I hit grade 12 math and everything kinda went downhill from there. Thankfully, I had applied to the Fine Art program at Queen’s as a back up and got in, and it was super worth it. I also was initially going to minor in medieval history, but due to the art program having 3 hour time slots all right when literally all other profs also schedule their classes, I switched out into art history. That’s pretty much the minor all fine art kids end up with since its the only other program that didn’t fuck with our timetables. And now I’m in photography...so, still art, technically, but I’m learning a lot more computer/tech-based stuff than what I learned at Queen’s, which was very traditional in its approach to the art world. In this day and age, I honestly think it’s better the more you kinda switch around. While you might not complete the education to a degree, you’ll still have tonnes of knowledge from what you did learn that might help you out later in life.

Also, geography has always been interesting to me. Unfortunately, I haven’t taken much of it simply because it never really fit into my schedules in the past. But I remember really liking it in high school. Maybe if there’s an elective course available next year I’ll look into it.

#ramblings #chooseandact

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kimthwariru · 7 years

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Muse III

Genre: Smut, angst

Final part

You feel guilty for sleeping with Taehyung so you find the courage to apologize to jungkook.

Why can’t I ever keep my content close to Jesus?

Part 1 Part 2 Part3

You were sitting outside Jungkook’s school, waiting for him guilty of what had happened . Taehyung never texted you back, the next morning he kindly kicked you out. You knew Jungkook’s friends were no good, they were players and it was your fault for sleeping with him. You haven’t talked with Jungkook for about 4 days -basically ever since you and Taehyung happened-. Did Taehyung talk with Jungkook? Did he tell him what happened? Was he mad? Why would he actually? Jungkook wasn’t your boyfriend and as himself told you he slept with several girls after he fucked you. Was there a reason for him to be mad? What is the relationship between you and him anyway? You two fucked once and you both suddenly fell for each other?

You see him exiting his University and your stomach is tied in a knot. You keep rubbing anxiously your palm on your thigh, you feel it sweating. You finally stand up from a bench you were sitting. You start going towards him but then midway you stop as you see him joining his group of friends. Why did Taehyung had to be his friend? Were you that strong to go talk to him while Taehyung was there? No, you need to talk to Jungkook, not so much because you want to explain yourself but because you miss him. You’ve been missing him ever since that day even though you don’t let yourself believe that. You don’t want too much from him, you just want him standing next to you holding your hand, maybe play some games or go the gallery where his works are. You’d love to hear him talk about his passion, what he loves most. You want him to photograph you, let yourself be naked in front of his lenses again and then make love, tell you how much he adores you nude and how much you adore him nude.

Suddenly, your eyes meet. You’re still standing there debating wether or not to go to him but he sees you. He locks eyes with you, his face expressionless. You feel like time has frozen and there is only you and him. You stare at each other for too long until you break the connection when moving your head down. You felt embarrassed even though you shouldn’t be. The guy that you slept with 4 days ago was literally standing next to him. What if Jungkook didn’t feel the same about you if he knew what you did? You are so afraid of loosing him especially now that you know how he feels about you.

You slowly move your head upwards only to see a very upset Jungkook technically running towards you. You half open your mouth to at least say a ‘Hi’ to him but he just grabbed your hand making you walk with him somewhere more private. When you two were finally alone he lets go of your hand and a frustrated sight leaves his mouth

“Jungkook- I” you keep your head down because you swear to god if you were to look at him straight in the eyes you wouldn’t be able to properly form a sentence. He doesn’t let you finish though. He pushes his forehead with yours resting his head on you, both of your eyes closed.

After sometime you finally find the courage to speak, even with him being so close to your face

“Jungkook, I don’t know if you know- I’m sorry”

He gently grabs your face finally looking at you “Why the fuck did you do it y/n?”

You keep your eyes closed “I was frustrated Jungkook. You never called me after that night and I felt like one of your fuck toys. I’m not someone who would usually give in but I don’t know what happened with you” you sight

Jungkook grabbed your hand bringing you closer. “I didn’t fuck you, it was the first time I didn’t fuck someone, I told you y/n, I made love to you”

You run your fingers through your hair. It’s good to know how Jungkook feels, especially how he viewd that night. That fucking night you’ve been having so many dreams about. “ I’m sorry Jungkook, I fucked up, I shouldn’t have slept with Taehyung, I’m sor-”

He lays his lips on yours and kisses you gently before he pulls back. It was a quick kiss only to make you stop talking yet it was more than enough to release those butterflies in your stomach.

“You’re not mad?” You ask

“I was, I was furious. It would kill me imaging you with someone else, imaging you with my best friend was just beyond me. I was so fucking mad I wanted to call you and yell at you and also beat the shit put of Taehyung, but then I thought about it. I wasn’t your boyfriend. I was nothing to you so you had all the right in the world to do whatever you liked. I thought you didn’t feel the same way as I did so I just let go, it hurt… but I guess I couldn’t do anything else”

You hug him bering your head in his shoulders. “ I’m sorry for making you feel like this, it wasn’t my intention. I just was too weak to face you thinking you would hate me”

“It’s not your fault y/n. If my ego hadn’t gotten the best of me I would have called you and nothing would have happened. I want us to start now y/n”

You get your head of his shoulders to face him. ‘Us’ sounded like heaven, a heaven you were willing to experience “I’d love that” you smile. “Hey Jungkook, do you want to go to the gallery? If you have time of course”

He holds your waist bringing you in his frame. “I will always have time for you” he kisses your cheek “ Do you really want to go?”

“Yes of course, I’m interested in seeing more of what you’ve done”

He smiles “Its just that people don’t tend to actually want to go to that kind of stuff”

“I want to. It’s a part of you and I want to learn more about it”

His smile almost reached his ears “Okay then, let’s go”

“What is this?” You point to a picture of a man holding a paper where he has drawn a flower. He is giving it to a woman that seemed so happy but had scissors behind her back

“It wants to deliver how fake love can be. The man isn’t even giving a real rose while the woman is pretending to be happy but she knows very well she will cut the paper when the chance is given”

You hesitate. Among all the works you had to ask for this one while being with Jungkook.

“I personally think love can be found if you find the right person, or if the right person finds you” he gives you a quick smile and he moves to another piece “You like this one?” He asked

You go a little closer, it was a very colorful picture with an gorgeous girl in the middle of it. “The colors are amazing wow”

“It’s mine” he says

Your eyes get bigger. If this is his work then the girl in the picture was probably one of the girls that he fucked “Jungkook” you say “Have you had sex with her too?”

Jungkook chuckles “You’re ridiculous when you’re jealous”

“I’m not jealous Jeon!”

He chuckles even more

“So you have slept with her?”

He pulls you closer “yes but is she the one standing next to me right now? I don’t even remember her name”

“Hey you shouldn’t treat women like that Jungkook”

“Oh so you want me to call her and apologize?”

“Shut up” you lightly hit him and he laughs

The day with Jungkook went more than great. His company is seriously the best and you two had so much fun. From the amusant park that you went where he almost got sick from the train ride to the dinner afterwards where he treated you. He bought a couple of beers and he drove to the beach. Drinking bears while waves hit your bare feet and making out with jungkook was really something else. Something you never thought you would get.

You get out of the car. He grabs your waist pushing you to his house door “You want to go inside?”

You smirk “Thats not a way to ask your girl”

“My girl?“ He smiled

You froze.“uh I’m sorry did I say something I wasn’t supposed to? I’m sorry”

He crushes his lips on yours and you feel his hand caressing your body. He starts bitting on your bottom lip while he pets your neck with his hand “You didn’t say anything wrong. I love that you acknowledge the fact that you are mine” His words caught you of guard. Were you and Jungkook finally a thing? Why is your heart pounding so fast? Why is the air suddenly not enough? Why can’t you feel your legs?

He opens the door and leads you to the bedroom while kissing you. You start to get out of your clothes, when your bra was finally off he took a step back and took all of your body in.

“Beautiful” his eyes were sparkling and you could feel your cheeks burning. Jungkook was admiring your body like it was a piece of art. “Please let me photograph you”

You nod. This was probably the best compliment you have ever gotten. Someone -and not just anyone, Jungkook a photography major- looking at your bare body and feeling the need to capture it.

He finds his camera. You don’t know how to pose, if you were suppose to pose. “Jungkook what do I have to do?”

“Exist” jungkook simply says and snaps a picture. He takes out the camera from his eyes to look at the screen. A genuine smile appears on his face “God, you are…” he sifts his gaze up to look at you “Beautiful” He left his camera on his nightstand and grabbed your waist. “I can look at you all day long” he trails kisses along your jawline.

Jungkook’s fingers start going down your body teasing around your area. Out of the blue he sticks one finger in, he covered your moan by bitting on your bottom lip. You tried to relax, focusing on your breathing and concentrating on the sensation of Jungkook’s fingers twisting and softly meeting your g-spot. You enjoyed the feeling of his strong fingers caressing, pressing and pulsing against your sensitive walls, thrusting in and out of your entrance. Jungkook loved the feeling of gradually stretching you open making you ready for his cock. He loved making you feel good and he wanted his dick to slip right through you.

“Jungkook” you moan. Moaning out his name turned you on as much as it did him “Please let me feel you” You didn’t want to sound needy but the thought of feeling Jungkook again has been killing you. He doesn’t mind you begging for him, the opposite in fact. He wants you to be kneeled down calling him master begging just for him to touch you, that was a fantasy of Jungkook’s that had to be done eventually. And he knew eventually would come. Because he is not letting you go.

“Fuck… say that again” Jungkook’s pups his fingers faster

“I want you jungkook… please”

Jungkook couldn’t last longer he throws you to bed and crawls on top of you.

His dick felt amazing. You were enjoying the feeling of being stretched and filled. The delicious feeling of being completely and utterly taken. The gorgeous sensation from the friction of Jungkook’s cock inside you. And you certainly weren’t the only one in the room that enjoyed this. Jungkook felt like the world stopped spinning when he was like this, on top of you thrusting in and out hearing you moan out his name. It wasn’t just sex, he knew that by now and he loved it. He loved making love with someone, before you he never felt anything for the girls he fucked. But with you, small things like kicking you head back, any sign which showed that you were enjoying it as much as he did make Jungkook breathless and weak -something that he never felt with anyone before-

“Oh my god it feels so good” you moan as Jungkook went even harder. He started kissing your neck, his lips barely touching your skin leaving this tingly sensation behind. As you feel yourself reaching your climax you put your arms around his back digging your nails into his skin. Jungkook knew you were about to come so he started paying attention to his movements more. You arch your back and curl your fingers as you feel your walls clenching. You moan out his name as the pleasure is finally released. Jungkook stops for a while kissing you gently making his way down your breast and up to your lips again.

After he let you relax a little Jungkook went in deep again. Pumping him self in and out of you faster and this time you knew he was close so you tried to help him

“Are you going to come for me baby?” You tell him and he lets out a grunt reassuring you that he liked you talking to him like this. He knew you were good and pure, you never did things like that during sex so braking your boundaries and talk to him like that just to make him feel good made Jungkook more than excited. Fuck, you always do something to fascinate him even more when he thought you couldn’t be better than you already were. “I want to feel your cum inside of me Jungkook”

Jungkook placed his finger on your lip “Not Jungkook, call me baby”

“Fuck I love calling you baby so much. Please let me feel it” with that Jungkook started going even harder and he was so focused into the pleasure which he wanted to finally release but most importantly, releasing it inside of you. Did Taehyung fuck you like this? Did he cum inside of you like this? Was he kissing you like he did? Did Taehyung make you feel like he did? Did you moan out his name?

“Nobody fucks like me, say it” You knew Jungkook said that for Taehyung. Jungkook might have forgave you but the jealousy never went away and it kind of flattered you. You wanted to make sure he knows he’s the only one that makes you feel this way.

“Jungkook" you whisper in his ear “Nobody fucks like you, I’ve never felt this way with anyone” you pause bitting your bottom lip and you saw Jungkook gulp as he watched you “ I’ve never moaned anyone else’s name before you” and that was all Jungkook needed to release. He filled you up completely and the cum felt warm inside of you. It felt good, knowing that Jungkook finished to you letting him know he’s the only man whose name has left your mouth in that way. Jungkook loved it. He loved knowing that you never felt like this for Taehyung. Him knowing all this made him so much stronger and so much more confident. You telling him those words was exactly what he wanted to hear.

He pulled off and fell over to your side letting you rest your head on his chest. Jungkook made love to you. Jungkook loves you and you love him too. There is no need to say it out loud because the look you just gave each other screamed exactly that. Jungkook was happy, he finally found his muse, not just for photography, but for his heart as well.

❤

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