((had to hand in a job app))

technically single || stuart twombly (smut)

word count: 6278

warnings: oral (both receiving), smut, strip club, unestablished relationship

author’s note: so i was listening to the way i are by timbaland and i just felt the need to use it as some sinsipration! enjoy xo

pairing: stuart twombly / reader

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Every Me And Every You - Twenty One

When you woke up again the next day you were alone in the bed. Shifting position, you tugged the kimono that had been discarded in the night back on, and searched in your bag for your phone.

9:30am

You checked your messages and social media apps, responding to a few friends before deciding it was time to get out of bed. Just as you were about to throw the covers back, the bedroom door opened and Spencer entered, a tray in his hands.

“Good morning. I was starting to think you really were Snow White for a while there. How’s your head?”

“It feels okay. Sleep seems to have done it’s job and got rid of the headache.” You rolled your neck on your shoulders, releasing the tension that was still pent up, hearing your neck crick. Spencer cringed.

“Sorry, it does that sometimes.”

He crossed the room, perching on the side of your bed and lowering the tray to you.

Coffee and orange juice. Pancakes and syrup, with a side of bacon.

“I thought you couldn’t cook?”

Spencer grinned. “I can’t. I can pour coffee and juice really well though, and the cafe down the road can cook and luckily, provide take out.”

“Well I appreciate it all the same.” You adjusted yourself on the bed, wincing as the cover dragged over your chest as you sat up.

“Sore?” he asked, noticing the wince.

“Not sore, they don’t hurt. Just…. Extremely sensitive.”

“Good sensitive or bad sensitive?”

“Currently, good sensitive. I mean, they’re sensitive at the best of times but the slightest touch would erm… Well you know.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “The slightest touch would turn you on, is that what you’re trying to say Y/N?”

“Pretty much.”

“That’s good to know. Anyway, eat up before it gets cold and I’ll fill you in our plans for the day, providing you’re still happy to go ahead with what was discussed last night?”

“The role play? I’m still happy to try,” you told him, feeling a sense of excitement already. You started tucking into your food, the pancakes delicious.

“Excellent. It’s been a good few months since I’ve had chance to do this. You’re familar with the concept enough for me to not have to explain the ins and outs yes?”

“Well yeah, I mean come on Spence, the amount of role plays we’ve had to do on training courses. Albeit, they were a totally different kind.”

“And I’m very happy they were. The last course I had to go on was led by Morgan. I would have walked out if it was same kind of role play that we’ll be doing today.”

“Does the chocolate thunder not do it for you?” you teased, using Garcia’s nickname for Derek.

Spencer chuckled lowly. “Nope he most definitely does NOT.”

Something about the way he answered you made you ask the next question.

“He doesn’t do it for you because he’s got a penis right?.”

No answer.

“Right?”

Reid just stared back at you, his eyebrows raised again waiting for you to get it.

“Spencer…. Really?”

“Really what, Y/N.”

“Have you…. Are you…. Do I even want to?”

“I’m not gay, obviously. I’m not even sure what I’d label myself as. I’ve never been in a relationship with a man.”

“But you have….. had sex with a man?” you whispered the last part, although you weren’t sure why.

“Yes. I’ve experimented with a man. I’ve had my eyes opened up to a lot of different things over the years.”

Oh your little brain was having trouble with this one.

Spencer being into BDSM was one thing, Spencer having had sex with a guy was another.

He looked at you thoughtfully, trying to read you.

“Does that bother you, Y/N? That I’ve been with a man. You’ve got a pretty strange look on your face right now.”

You were sure you had.

“It doesn’t bother me, no. Not that. It’s just…… Every preconception I had about you is being smashed to pieces. None of this would surprise me if it coming from Morgan, or even Rossi. But….you just seem so innocent and…..I dunno. I should stop being surprised that you’re turning out to be the complete opposite of what I imagined.”

“And what did you imagine exactly?”

“I…. I don’t know.” You set your knife and fork down, done with your food.

“No come on. You said you had preconceptions about me. What were they?”

“Alright. Giving the teasing I saw from Morgan and Prentiss when I first joined the team, initially I presumed you were still a virgin. Which surprised me given your age, but you did very little to dispel that. I can’t remember exactly when I realised that you weren’t, but you said something and I thought ‘oh so he’s not’ but he obviously doesn’t get it very often.”

“Carry on. I can tell there’s more.”

“Okay… So then I figured you were some hopeless romantic who’d probably waited until he was like 25 before he lost it.”

“16,” he told you.

“Younger than I was. I was 18. Which again, shocks me. You’re just so awkward around girls at work or when we’re out. I don’t get it.

He shifted on his bed, tucking one of his long legs underneath him.

“What don’t you get exactly?”

“Why you act that way at work. When you’re clearly not as awkward as you let on.”

“It’s not an act Y/N. I AM awkward around other females until I get to know them. I’m weird and I talk too much about things no one cares about. Outside of work when I’m by myself, I’m a lot more…. prepared to take risks, when there’s no one to watch me get shot down or fall flat on my face. But in work, or around the team…. Well put me next to Morgan or Hotch or even Rossi and I’m the least appealing of them.”

“No you’re not,“ you replied, unbelieving that he could even think that.

“I’m fine with it Y/N. Really, I am. Stand me next to Derek Morgan with his abs and his pick up lines and I’d lose everytime. So I don’t even put myself up against him, there’s no point. I have my own thing and I enjoy my own thing, I’m good at it. And it’s really not an act. It’s just I feel more comfortable and at ease in certain scenarios than others.”

“Okay. Fair enough. I get that. But Spencer…..you wouldn’t lose everytime. Trust me on this. I’ve seen the way girls look at you when we’re out as a team. You get just as much attention as Morgan, you just choose not to see it.”

“Maybe I do, and maybe you’re right. I’m just not as confident as you are around the people we work with. Put me in my own comfort zone though and I’m fine.”

“But that’s a comfort zone you hide from everyone else.”

“And it’s a zone you’re hiding too.”

He was right. You’d never willingly tell the others that you’d been experimenting with BDSM, although it had nothing to do with who you were experimenting with.

“There’s still a stigma attached to it isn’t there. That’s why we’re not honest and open about it. You heard the jokes Derek and even Emily were making about the Doms and subs when we were out on that case. Oh god….. Spencer, I’m sorry. How uncomfortable he must have made you.”

Your companion shrugged, picking up the orange juice you hadn’t touched and taking it sip of it.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable. But you’re right. There’s a stigma. People into BDSM, people into anything other than the ‘sexual norm’ are still viewed as deviants or perverts. In our line of work, I can do without being judged because of what I like to do in my spare time and I’m sure that you can appreciate that just as much right now.”

You definitely, 100 percent, could.

“Spencer… Why me then? Why did you tell me when I asked? If it had been Emily or Penny, would you have opened up?”

He stared into your eyes momentarily before answering.

“Because I’d watched you all week, your curiosity was showing in your actions. The way you handled the evidence, the way you talked to the workers at the clubs or the witnesses. And you never once cracked a joke about the lifestyle. You were interested and I could tell. So when you asked, I figured I’d be honest. I trusted you enough not to say anything and to respect my privacy and you clearly trusted me enough to be open and honest about your curiosity, and then to ask me to do these things with you.”

“I trust you with my life, Reid.”

“As do I you. I also trusted that you’d take this for what it was and not find it weird that we’re two colleagues, fucking each others brains out in the strangest of ways.”

You laughed at that. You had found it strange initially, but not because it was a colleague, just because it was him. But it was so easy to be yourself around him and so far it had been easier for this to not affect work. Because you HAD taken it for what it was. A bit of fun, a curiosity that was being satisfied. There weren’t any feeling involved other than friendship and a mutual physical attraction. And that made it easy.

“Speaking of fucking each other in strange ways…. I’m done with breakfast. Are we moving on to sexy spanky times?”

“Sexy spanky times…..You make it sound like you want to me bent over my desk and paddled.” He licked his lips slowly, his eyes trailing down your face to your chest.

“Maybe I do. But only if I’ve been bad and deserve it.”

Yeah.. Dirty talk was not your forte.

Although by the flicker in his eyes then, perhaps you weren’t as bad as you thought.

“Okay. Get up, get bathed and dressed. It’s 10am now, that gives me time to set up in the living room.”

“Set up?”

“Rearrange it into an office of sorts. And to change into a suit. You report for work at 11am. No later, alright.”

“Yes Dr Reid.”

He shot you a look. “None of that. Sir will do nicely thank you. Black french knickers and the bra that fastens at the front please. Hair up, I don’t mind how. And stockings please. Yellow or red at anytime.”

“Yes…. Sir.”

He reached over and ran his thumb over your bottom lip, you poking your tongue out and licking it lightly.

“I could get to use to that coming from your mouth.”

Maybe you could too.

Never Alone//Im Jaebum

Originally posted by jackseunie

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You’re in need of assistance, and your loving boyfriend is there to help.

Author’s Note: This scenario is written for the most amazing Jaebum stan I know, who has just gotten out of surgery and is in her process of recovery. I know it’ll be long and tedious, but I will be here with you every step of the way! I love you very much, Fighting!

xoxo Sara


“It hurts,” you cried to yourself as you rested your hand gently on your tummy where the scars of the incisions laid. You recently had gotten surgery and were now sitting in your bed in pain, unable to eat anything your heart has been craving for because your doctor has limited you to only soups for now. You could feel your incision every time you took a deep breath, and it scared you.

You lay on your phone, searching through apps to find something to entertain yourself, feeling lonely and sad as everyone you know was out at their job or with their family, leaving you to fend for yourself when it was nearly impossible to do so.

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Chubbies: Part 1 (Community Story)

Written by Gainer Stories

Gabriel knew that he was into beer bellies before he even knew he was gay. Growing up in the digital age meant that he could explore his kink the moment he developed sexual desires. Gabe flew head first, or, rather, cock first, into the online gainer community- particularly via YouTube. He was self-assured in his desire to grow fatter and hopefully begin a mutual gaining relationship with somebody one day. He dove into the gaining community at 14, uploading a few videos depicting minor growth. He soon discovered that gaining chub as a skinny teenager was not as easy as it seemed. He would get full incredibly fast and had an unrelenting metabolism. Gabe would repeatedly grow frustrated, delete his videos, and then start over again a few months later. 

The fledgeling gainer started college at 18 and was only a few pounds heavier from his early YouTube days. He hoped that university would bring the customary freshman fifteen, but even a constant supply of unhealthy mess hall food didn’t do significant damage to his waist line. By the time he was ready to graduate, Gabe had given up on his weight. He’d come to grips with the fact that his metabolism likely wouldn’t slow down until his thirties. He replaced his goal of getting chubby with a new goal of finding a chubby boy. Gabe had only hooked up with a handful of boys in life and they all had skinny to average body types. It was time that he found a real porker, or at least someone willing to pile on the pounds. He tried all the apps, but Grommr, Growlr and Scruff yielded no results. His big break came along only a couple months after graduating university. Gabe got a job at Chubbies, a local hipster sandwich shop known for its deliciously fattening and affordable sandwiches. Surely, Gabe thought, this job would put him in contact with some curvy cuties. 

He wore the hippest outfit he could muster on his first day of work only to have to cover it up with a black apron. He was trained on the register first, and told that in a few months he would be trained him on kitchen duties and sandwich assembly. The job seemed chill enough for what he was paid, plus his coworkers seemed pretty cool. There were three women, two guys (one straight and one gay), and then Gabe. The straight one, Jimbo, was a hipster cliché replete with man bun, skinny jeans, and dadbod. The gay one, Michael, was a hip bear in his thirties who Gabe found somewhat intimidating and somewhat attractive. 

Three months passed since Gabe started working at Chubbies and he began to notice an unexpected change in his body. Had he inadvertently gained some weight? His thighs were filling out his pants for the first time ever, and when he sat down a small roll formed above his pants. It must have been all the free food from the store. He got a free sandwich and shake every day and had been taking home jugs of macaroni salad that would otherwise be thrown away. This newfound chub lit a fire in Gabe’s stomach and loins. He weighed himself the next morning and made a note of the numbers in his phone. 

The next two months Gabe stuffed his face whenever he could. He found that he was spending far more money on food than he ever had before, which meant cutting back on other luxuries. Putting on weight was a worth it though, and the shift in habits was definitely leaving its mark. It wasn’t long before Gabe had a nice squishy bubble butt and juicy thighs to match. His belly was growing too, but at a much slower rate than his lower body. Tight shirts showed off a small pooch and he took great pride in tying his apron just under his belly to accentuate his paunch. Gabe’s soft curves were incredibly arousing and he could barely go five minutes without thinking about the potential of his expanding body. At last he had found an inroad to gaining! Now the only missing piece of the puzzle was someone to share that with. 

Gabe woke in a particularly good mood after a night of binge watching and binge eating. He rubbed his eyes and stumbled to the bathroom where he stepped on the scale for the first time in the two months since he was hired. He had gained a solid fifteen pounds since being hired at Chubbies. Feeling plump and confident he squeezed into some short shorts and marched into work.


Every chapter of this community story is written by a different author from the gaining community. If you’d like to participate, please read the introductory post here. Happy fapping! 

asuuna  asked:

ELIZA AND DAMIEN FOR 89 I WANNA CRY I LOVE THESE KIDS SO GODDAMN MUCH WTF

Bzzt Bzzt…
Bzzt Bzzt…
Bzzt Bz-SMACK

As much as he desperately wanted to ignore the terrible buzzing sound coming from the nightstand in the middle of the night, Damien knew he couldn’t. With the wedding coming up at just the end of the week, it was his job to make sure no last minute emergencies happened. God he hoped this was an emergency.

Letting out a low groan, he pulled his hand back from where it had slammed upon the white iphone, keeping it in hand as his fingers fumbled to turn on the screen. Royal blue eyes squinted in the blinding light, and he nearly dropped the phone while struggling to turn the brightness down to a bearable setting. 3 new messages? All from Eliza? He immediately bolted upright in bed, fully awake now. He brought up the messaging app and scanned the words on screen for sign of wedding emergency only to find…

[2:34am] Sunshine: Damieeeeen are yuo awke?
[2:40am] Sunshine: yess??? Nooooo??? Maybeee?????
[2:44am] Sunshine: Im comngg to your hotell room!!

His eyebrows furrowed, reading it all over once again to make sure he was reading the barely comprehensible words and over abundant use of emojis correctly. Why was she texting him at almost 3 in the morning to come see him? Wait, wasn’t the bachelorette party tonight? Double wait, was she…? His fingers moved before he could even finish the though.

[2:49am] Damien: Eliza… are you drunk??

The only response he got was the sound of knocks against his hotel door about 15 minutes later. Hopping up, he quickly threw on a pair of pajama pants over his boxers and rustled a hand through his long brunette locks as he made his way to the door. His hand paused just before it could reach to doorknob, his breath shaking. C’mon man, it’s just Eliza. Just your best friend’s fiancee showing up at your hotel drunk at 3 in the morning. Just the girl you’re absolutely and utterly in love with. Just Eliza.

Right, on second thought he decided to put a shirt on as well.

When he finally opened the door after the almost 3rd set of knocks, he saw Eliza in all her 3 in the morning glory. Flushed cheeks, mused blonde hair into a lazy ponytail, one set of manicured fingers holding a pair of heels, and the other curled around the neck of a strawberry vodka bottle. He almost laughed, not even Aiden got to see her in such messy states.

“You’ve been having fun.” the corner of his lips pulled in amusement as he stepped aside to gesture her into the room.

Eliza hummed, a bounce in her step as she entered and plopped onto the bed in the center of the room. “The party was soooo much fun. Oh! My bachelorette party was tonight! Did you know that? You probably knew that. Either way! It was amazing~” She paused in her ramble, seeming to be looking for something before she realized that very something was in her hand. “You weren’t there so I stole some of the alcohol for you!” This time he really did laugh.

“Of course I wasn’t there, I’m a bachelor, not a bachelorette. I go to tomorrow’s party.” As best man it was sort of a requirement. Not that he was complaining. He knew Isadara was planning on bringing strippers from her work. Maybe they’d even pop out of a cake.

Eliza turned her head to look at him still standing at the doorway, the glow of the table lamp playing with her already golden features. “But you’re so pretty, could’ve fooled me.” Her eyes stayed pinned on him and his pulse quickened, but Damien knew in his heart of hearts that her words and gaze were nothing more than platonic. She was his best friend’s soon to be bride afterall, and he had seen the way Eliza looked at Aiden. It was like he was her prince in shining armor who had come and rescued her from a dragon. Like he held her entire world in the palms of his hands. Like he was her happily ever after. And she was probably right.

Clearing his throat, he finally moved to sit beside her. He managed to only tense for a second as she immediately moved to rest her head in his lap. Breathe, Damien. It’s still just Eliza. “I will happily take that drink though,” he said, popping the bottle from her grasp with ease. He didn’t even wince as the liquid went down his throat, having built up a strong resistance in all his days of partying. If anything, he relished the feeling, as it gave him something to focus on that wasn’t the beautiful, very off-limits woman laying on him in the dead of night. It was a futile effort though, as Eliza grabbed his hand and pulled it to her head, a silent request for him to thread his fingers through her hair as she so often did (especially recently with all the stress of the wedding). He complied, of course, as he was absolutely whipped when it came to her.

So, with one hand on the bottle and the other in her tresses, he kept his eyes to the ceiling and let his mind wander. As much as he tried to think of things like how his sister was doing at home or the plans for when the wedding was over, it all kept drifting back to the situation at hand. He couldn’t believe his life had become something akin to a Taylor Swift song, except for the fact that Taylor Swift was braver. Despite the absolute adoration and devotion he felt for Elizabeth, he also held the utmost respect and love for his best friend. And while stealing someone’s significant other from another had worked for Damien in the past, there was no way this was going to be one of those situations. The engaged parties made each other happy, and even if Damien knew for a fact that Eliza would run away with him if he said anything (which he knew she wouldn’t), he couldn’t do it anyway. Maybe it was fear of losing a friend, or the ‘bro-code’, or maybe he was just finally becoming a good person, no matter the reason, he just couldn’t do it. Not when the two made each other so happy.

The sky outside the hotel window grew a lighter tint. He’d been thinking, thinking, thinking for longer than it had felt, and he sighed. He finally looked down, but instead of finding a drunk Eliza who needed to be taken home, he found a sound asleep Eliza and a dribble of drool on his pajamas. He wondered if this was the soundest she’d slept since arriving in LA for the wedding. Was he allowed to give himself that much credit? Didn’t matter, and he didn’t want to indulge that line of thought either. Instead, he veeeery carefully moved to free himself and set her in a more comfortable position under the covers. With drool swiped and blankets up to her chin, Damien let out a satisfying stretch. There was no way he would be able to go back to sleep now. Checking the clock, it was heading to time where early breakfast would be served. Usually he never made it to that, always sleeping in for longer than he meant to and sporting a hangover, but apparently this time would be different. Changing his pajama pants to a pair of khakis and throwing on some sandals, Damien began tiptoeing his way to the door. Before leaving, he paused yet again, turning to look at the sleeping Goldielocks in his bed, his eyes warm but smile sad. There were so many things he wanted to say with the knowledge that she was out like a light and couldn’t hear, but nothing came outside of the circulating I love you, I love you, I love you that flitted through his brain. And then he left.

Later that day, Eliza awoke to the sight of slightly cold breakfast and coffee, as well as the smell of a bouquet of beautiful red roses on the tray with a little note attached that said:

CONGRATS ON YOUR FIRST HANGOVER, SUNSHINE
ps: you owe me new pajama bottoms

anonymous asked:

Could you write prompt number 10 for 00q?? 😍

For you, nonny? Anything at all.

The key line in this fic (you’ll know it when you see it) is indeed from a web series: @bpdcecilpalmer‘s Backwards Compatibility. The line appears here in a short that destroys me every time I read it.


When you touch me, my mind is gone. The only words I know are lost inside your body.

Q doesn’t understand romance. It’s not that he doesn’t want it. He’d like a partner, someone to spend lazy mornings with, who would put up with with his constant tinkering and his odd taste in music and his inability to do the laundry correctly and his fixation for keeping a clean kitchen. He wants someone to go out to eat with, someone who will hold his hand in cabs and kiss him sweetly before he goes to sleep.

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Reformed
  • I thought Pearl was going to be hurt in this episode (because of the ep description on the wiki).  Boy was I wrong.
  • Pearl and Greg are both hopelessly confused by Crying Breakfast Friends and their mutual feelings about this sustain me
  • That app is a bit on the personal side, isn’t it?
  • The animators and boarders did and awesome job of showing the audience little glimpses of what Amethyst is really feeling before she covers it up with bravado and sarcasm.
  • Garnet’s gauntlets are her hands.  And she can shoot them at things.
  • How long has the slinker been in Amethyst’s room?  
  • Why does she have still-clothed human remains in her room?
  • Steven’s puns are off the charts
  • Amethyst’s ‘Pearl form’ had my dyin goddamn
  • It’s pretty sucky to realize that Amethyst is so worried about being what other people want her to be that she puts her life in danger to make an unstable form in order to meet what she thinks Garnet’s expectations are.
  • Steven realizes what Amethyst’s problem is before she does. She might have known and was just desperately trying not to think about it, or herself, as Steven says, but I think she needed to hear that.  She needed a good hard shove in the right direction.
  • Amethyst’s new threads!!!!
  • Amethyst’s shoulder strap has always bothered Pearl
  • Amethyst is perfect the way she is and Garnet makes sure she knows that
  • “Well done Amethyst!”
  • Pearl hugs are my life
  • Amethyst’s face and the happy little noise she makes just before the star pops
Distance (J.J)

|based on the request: Your writing is just amaze balls 😭😭😭 please could you write me a Johnson imagine where I go and surprise him on tour or whatever after not seeing each other for months???💖|

|2.1k words woo, it’s rlly long and boring tbh, it’s rushed af but idk, fluffy Johnson for you, masterlist is in my description and if you want to request, please do, but I need more requests for the other boys😫😘 AND THANK YOU FOR 700 FOLLOWERS ITS CRAZY HOLY SHIT I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH|

“And here we have a whining Jack Johnson, sulking over how much he misses his girlfriend.”

“Screw you, Sam.”

“I’m pretty sure you’d rather screw your girlfriend!-”

The 10 second long video comes to an end, leaving me smiling. Sammy is pretty much documenting everything that Jack does and posting it onto his Snapchat story and sending them to me. For the past 120 seconds, it’s just been videos of Jack being comforted by Nate and Sammy mocking Jack and Jack threatening to beat Sams ass.

That’s my boy.

Jack has been everywhere but California in the past month and a half so we haven’t had any physical contact at all. He’s been touring with the boys and doing one off shows and meet and greets and going back home to Omaha to be with his family for a few days every few weeks, but he hasn’t had the chance to come back to LA.

I would normally jump at the chance to go travelling with the boys, some of my best memories have come from the Jack and Jack DigiTour, but I couldn’t this time around.

I recently got a job at a daycare centre to help pay off my student loans and buy me food. I don’t have much vacation time and I didn’t feel confident enough to ask for some time off after I had only been working there for three weeks.

The red barrier across the top of the Snapchat app pops up as I receive another picture from Sammy.

It’s a picture of Jack tucked under Skates arm with his face hidden in his hands. My heart clenched at the sight. I instantly reply back with a selfie of my pouting sadly, captioning it: “My poor baby😫 I’ll call him”

I make sure that the photo actually sent before I exit the app and open my calls list, Jacks contact being on speed dial and at the top of the recents list. I quickly press his name and hold the phone to my ear. He answers after about 3 rings.

“Hey,” He sighs into the phone, making me pout even more. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, J, but what’s wrong? Why are you so glum today?”

“Because I just miss you so much and it’s hitting me really hard today. I haven’t seen you in so long and I’m under so much stress and I don’t feel good about traveling without you.”

“I get it that you’re under pressure to perform well and be a perfect star and that’s putting you under a lot of stress, but you need to try and cheer up, please. I saw a video of last nights performance and I’m not going to sugarcoat it for you, what the fuck happened out there?”

He just wasn’t in it, not at all. He was forgetting lyrics, constantly yawning and he never smiled. All of the fans could tell something was wrong, Jack is usually so happy and excited when he’s on stage.

“I feel like I need you here to be able to perform at my absolute best. I haven’t had a proper nights sleep since I’ve been away, I can’t even sleep without you.”

“Baby,” I whine, resting my head against my pillow. “Don’t say that, you’ll make me cry!”

“I can’t help it, I just miss you.” He chuckles through the mic and I can just picture the sad, innocent little smile on his face. “I really wish you were here.”

“I wish I was there too, J.” I sigh, rolling my head back. “When are you coming home?”

“Not for a while… Can you come out for a weekend? Please? I’ll pay for your ticket.”

“I have work babe, I can’t.”

“On a weekend?”

I scrunch my eyes up and purse my lips, “Yeah, one of the moms needs me to look after her kid on Saturday night and she’s paying me quite a lot, I can’t pass up the money.”

I can’t pass up the money because I already brought my ticket for a flight on Sunday morning.

“I’ll give you the money, Y/N! Please, I just really need to be with you… Fuck it. You know what?”

I give him the ultimate rhetorical answer to his question, “What?”

“I’m just gunna leave, I’m gunna come home to you first thing in the morning.” His voice modifies from being soft and sweet to determined and serious in a matter of seconds.

Is he being serious? Does he really think that Gilinsky, Nate and Sam would just let him run off and ditch them when he’s a key performer at an event?

Does he think that I’d let him do that?

Hell no.

“Jack, you’re staying where you are, there is no way I’m letting you leave the boys.” I argue, keeping my voice strong and firm to keep myself from cracking and blurting out my plan.

“I’m leaving to be with you!”

I roll my eyes, “This isn’t a Nicholas Sparks novel, J, I’m not going to let you sacrifice your entire career just so you can fly to Los Angeles to be with me for a few hours.”

“But babe-”

“No buts! I’m not letting you leave!”

“You’re so bossy, Y/N, but please, I need to be with you…”

“I love you, but no. And if you dare try to argue with me about it, I will hang up and refuse to speak to you.”

“Y/N, I am coming home-”

“Bye, Jack. Love you.”

And I hung up, ignoring the rest of his calls, texts, Tweets and Snapchats for the rest of the day.

-

Two days later, I still haven’t spoken to Jack and I’m currently in Oregon, where the guys are performing a show tonight. I told Sam and Skate that I’m coming, who told Gilinsky who didn’t tell Johnson. Obviously. It would delete the purpose of it being a surprise visit if they told him.

I manage to get out of the airport fast and get into a free cab before the rush of people force their way out and into random cars. I give the driver the name of the hotel and relax in the back of the comfortably warm car.

Sam and Gilinsky are going to take Jack out to get some food as soon as I tell them that I’m 5 minutes away from the hotel so when he gets back, he’ll be surprised. Nate is staying back at the hotel so I can easily get into the room without the hassle of the front desk.

To my surprise, there aren’t that many fans outside of the hotel, not like there were when the Jack and Jack tour was going on. There’s a few people scattered around the entrance and sitting on the benches and grass area, just waiting for one of the boys to walk out and greet them.

I pay the driver and pull my hood over my head, I don’t really want to get stopped when I don’t have much time to get in and hidden (in Johnsons bed). I only brought a small carry on bag with me so I’m quick to jump out of the cab and scurry into the warmth of the hotel, where Nate is sat in the lobby waiting for me.

“Yo,” He grins when he sees me, jumping up from the seat and walking towards me. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and gives me a short side hug. “Long time no see.”

“It’s been too long.” I sigh, gently patting his back in the hug. “I missed all of you guys, I can’t even lie.”

“We all missed you too, partially because Johnson was a moping asshole and someone needed to cheer him up.”

“I reckon he’s gunna cry.”

“We already made a bet about it.” Nate laughs, shaking his head with his laugh.

“Why wasn’t I included in that? I would’ve made easy money!” Yeah, betting on my boyfriends emotions because I know him so well - girlfriend of the year.

“We’ll include you next time, Y/N, just hurry your ass up because Sam said they’re around the corner.” Nate literally tugs my shoulder and pulls me forward, towards the thankfully open elevator.

I don’t know if I’m actually going to be able to pull this off, I’ve never surprised anyone before! I don’t even know what I’m supposed to say when Jack walks in, do I just stand there and awkwardly wave or do I attack him with a hug?

There’s so many options but so little time.

As soon as the elevator reaches the floor the room is on, Nate rushes me down the hall to where the Jacks room is, scanning it open with what I assume is Gilinskys key card and literally shoving me inside.

He slams the door open and shoves me in, like I’m a fucking rag doll or something, he just doesn’t seem to care. At least I landed on my feet.

“Go and sit on Johnsons bed and just wait,” I go to ask which bed is my boyfriends, but Nate cuts me off as if he can read my mind. “His is the one closest to the bathroom.”

“Okay, thank you for helping me out with this, it means a lot!” I rush, flashing Nate a big smile before he slams the door shut and rushes down the hall. I guess they’re closer than I thought.

I place my bag on the small couch under the window and take a seat on the bed Nate instructed me to. I lean over and click on the lamp, not really knowing what else to do. But just seconds later, I can hear shuffling footsteps and muffled words from outside the door.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come back to mine and Skates room? We’re gunna order up some desserts and order a movie.” I hear Sam say, clapping his hands together in a ‘it’s a plan’ sort of clap.

“Nah man, I’m just gunna go call my girlfriend and try to catch some zees.” I hear my boyfriend loud and clear and my heart starts racing. I’ve been longing to hear him in person for so long now.

“Well just come down if you want, we’ll be there.”

“Thanks man, see you later.”

“Tell Y/N that we say hi.” Gilinsky adds, but I can hear the teasing hint in his voice that makes me smile and become all giddy. I feel like I might through up, I’m that excited and nervous right now.

“Um, okay, sure…” Jack mutters in response to his best friend before he goes quiet, he’s probably standing right in front of the door right now.

I hear a small beep and suddenly, the door creeks open. Jack carelessly walks in without even looking up from the floor, running a hand through his hair, tugging at it softly and sighing.

“What’s up, buttercup?” I ask, sitting up straight with my feet against the floor, ready to stand up.

Jack jolts backwards at the sound of my voice, backing himself against the wall with a hand rested over his heart and the other holding his forehead. “Holy shit!”

I raise my eyebrows and laugh a little bit, “You okay?”

He looks at me in shock before looking at the floor, shaking his head in disbelief before looking up at me again. “What the hell- Y/N! What the fuck?!”

“Hi.” I smile, I slowly stand up and walk towards my boyfriend. “Are you okay?” I ask quietly.

“Fuck, baby girl,” Jack throws his arms around my neck and pulling me tight against his chest, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. “I can’t believe you’re here, this is fucking amazing, I missed you so much.” He mumbles into my skin, lightly peppering kisses every time he made a point. “I really fucking love you, oh my God.”

I can’t help the few tears that escape my eyes as I cling onto Jack, wrapping my arms around his middle and squeezing him as hard as I can, without hurting him.

“Thank you so much for coming out, baby, I don’t think you realise how much this means to me.” He muffles his words into my neck, wriggling his hands into the ends of my hair.

“I needed to be with you, J.”

“I fucking love you, Y/N, thank you so fucking much.”

“Don’t thank me, babe.” I smile, shaking my head into his chest. “I came because I love you.”

“You’re seriously helping me by being here, Y/N. I’ll finally be able to sleep and I’ll be able to perform properly because I’ve seen you and the fans will be happy with me again-”

“Hey, Jack?” I mumble, cutting him off from his little speech and pulling my face away from his warm chest. “Could you shut up and kiss me?”

He nods frantically with a loved up smile, looking down at me and grabbing my chin with his fingers. “I love you, beautiful.”

Ciao!

So I drew this thing just this morning after eating breakfast. I think I started around 10:30 am or 11 then finished at 12:30. I needed to eat lunch.

But anyway, there were a LOT of problems I had to punch down to do this.

-I can’t draw hands for the life of me

-I forgot to color Error’s teeth, and I hope I sent you the one where I actually colored it XD

-Ugh, the lines are messy.

But still, I think I did a pretty good job for a thirteen year old (turning fourteen in 3 days but whatever). But I don’t think I can compare to my friend though XD She’s a drawing wizard and only uses a basic app for it T^T I’d show you one of her works but that’d be copyright (oops)

Hope you still like this though!

(Checked your stream again, still offline, wut? Were you done or have you not done anything yet? If you’re done, where do I watch it O.o)


Xedra’s Notes:

*squishes your face together* THIS IS BEAUTIFUL YOU STOP THAT NEGATIVE NANCY TALK! Seriously this is INCREDIBLE! Oh my gosh do you know what I see? I see rich coloring, super clean lines, attention to detail, expressive emotions, like. This is amazing. Present your work with confidence dear, you are too talented to lead with what you think is a problem with your artwork. And never ever compare yourself to others! I’m sure your friend is great, but you are great too. Never ever forget that. Thank you so much :D Also happy early birthday! 

(also the stream ended a while ago XD I should be better about posting when the streams end, too ^^ I’m sorry about that!)

Vinny was making his way through the lobby back upstairs to his apartment with the mail in one hand his cellphone in the other. he was tapping his finger over the screen and opened the mail app to see if someone had send him something. He was still waiting for a mail from the job he applied for and it seemed like the odds where in his favor cause he saw a new mail appeared with the same email address he was corresponding with the last two weeks. His eyes scanned the words and he stopped walking his heart pounding in his chest. “Oh my god. That’s amazing news.” he said to himself with the biggest smile on his face. “I have the job.” He said and then noticed someone passing him. “I have the job.” He said again but this time he wasn’t talking to himself.

V app adventure [ Dahee and Zoey ]

@ikzoey

It wasn’t often that Dahee got the whole day off, she had been busy lately with the concert and she had also been seeing a doctor since she had slept walked out of the diamond building and got lost few days before the concert. Her manager had made her see the doctor because it was his/her job to make sure she was okay. She was sure that some of the members were annoyed at her for not telling them but that was all behind her now because today she was allowed to go on a adventure with the fans on the v app and the LUV’s maknae Zoey was going to join her. 

Wearing jeans and a crop top along with a jacket she put on her sneakers as the manager made the phone ready for her putting it on a selfie stick he handed it to her and she turned on the v app ready to start. Staring for a while at the camera she finally saw the views rising which made her smile  Yoooo helllo!  she waved at the camera and let out another giggle  It’s me Dahee, your energy pill and welcome to LUV’s live  she sat down looking at the camera  I had the day off so I decided to take you on an adventure but I’m not going alone! I will bring someone with me, wanna find out who?  she asked quickly standing up as the comments popped up very quickly , the fans were very eager to find out who it was and Dahee just giggled sticking her tongue out to the fans as she walked to one of the doors before knocking.

Are you ready? Me and the fans are ready and waiting for you!  she called through the door not revealing yet who it was but soon she slowly opened the door and turned the camera to show Zoey  Tada! It’s Zoey! Ready for the adventure?  she looked at the younger very excited as she hugged her at the side.