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Strip Tutoring // Jeff Atkins // requested

Request : please do a jeff atkins imagine but please dont let him die there iM BEGGIN U

This imagine doesn’t mention his death or the party or anything! Just a regular ‘dating Jeff Atkins’ imagine. Lol

Requests are closed. xx

Warnings : not really smut but… stripping ?…. cheeky!Jeff

Pairings : Jeff x Fem.Reader

Originally posted by jeffreysatkins

Originally posted by ardevaas88


Walking into the library, my eyes scanned over everyone’s faces until I saw my boyfriend sitting with Clay. He looked irritated and pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a seat at the table, Jeff’s eyes lit up.

“Hey babe.” He smiled. 

I grinned, “How’s he doing, Clay?”

“Depends. Did Abraham Jefferson write the Declaration of Independence?” Clay responded smartly. 

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reddie + dating habits

- richie is the one with the car, so obviously he’s driving eddie EVERYWHERE like?? why wouldn’t he???

- any group hangout, date, or sport event, you can find richie driving and eddie in the passenger seat

- eddie likes to have richie drive him around really late cuz he likes to “look at the stars”

- we all know he does it so richie doesn’t have to be home or alone at night

- they go to the quarry and lay in the truck bed admiring each other the stars

- at school, eddie is surprisingly protective

- if literally Anyone™ flirts with rich, eds is there in seconds, with his mouth on his boyfriends neck and hands in his hair

- is richie complaining? NOPE

- makeout sessions can get Hot and Heavy™ because let’s face it, they’re both pretty kinky

- hair pulling, hickeys, some pinning, maybe a little choking? yeeeep

- richie is always sneaking through eddie’s window because he MISSES his BOYFRIEND and wants to CUDDLE and be SOFT

- they’re so in love and everyone knows it

- THE END (feel free to add!)

why 151115 is so important

hi, semi here! thought I’d make a post about 151115 for B.A.P fans who joined the fandom after the lawsuit. this will partly be factual, and partly my personal take on it.

B.A.P all filed a lawsuit on 27th November 2014, suing their company TS entertainment for:

  • not paying them properly and no transparency in the company of where their profits were actually going
  • overworking the members to the point where they had to go to the hospital, and were then being made to leave it (after paying the fees themselves!!) early to perform
  • damage to their mental and physical health
  • no free time or social life / time to see family
  • excessive number of (very expensive!!) overseas concerts to milk out international fans’ pockets (the cheapest LOE ‘14 London ticket was £89! for a 2-year-old group!! fun story: my naive 15-year-old self messaged the B.A.P Facebook page raising my concerns over this hahahahahdsdsfd they never replied lol) instead of giving B.A.P exposure in Korea apart from music show promotions (does this sound familiar?)
  • concerts being planned without the members even knowing etc
  • more detailed info here!

personally, before the lawsuit I wasn’t that involved in the fandom itself and instead followed B.A.P attentively but from afar. I remember being really surprised to see TS cancel a leg of the LOE ‘14 tour for the members’ health, thinking that TS was a good company for paying attention to that. but now that I think about it, for TSent to cancel concerts (£££) makes me think it must have been really bad. 

the lawsuit period flipping sucked. minimal updates from the members, who probably had enough shit on their plates without going on social media; honestly to think about it, we get so restless if we don’t hear from them for a few days, so imagine weeks/months. no news apart from shitty news of TS postponing courts (with my non-existent legal knowledge, I feel like they were trying to drain B.A.P of money or ??? something idk but they must have gained something from dragging it out and making everyone else so frustrated). it was just a dark time of uncertainty, and with each passing month, the possibility of B.A.P coming back to the k-pop scene together was becoming less likely. I originally cheered B.A.P on when I first read the news of the lawsuit, being proud of them for standing up for themselves against injustice, presuming they’d be able to pull a Block B and find a new company soon enough. but as time went on (Yongguk released AM 4:44 and Zelo released No Title in around April/May 2015, voicing their frustration too), I started to realise it wasn’t going to happen. “I miss bap”, “where did bap go”, “it’s so sad about bap” etc etc… 

the news of B.A.P returning to TS ent on 1st August was a strange surprise. on the one hand, a lot of us were really happy at the prospect of B.A.P being back! but on the other, how could we be sure that TS wouldn’t mistreat the members again? B.A.P insisted that they talked things over with the company and that things are now better, and though TS continues to show signs of profit-oriented use of the group (eg two world tours in two years! wtf!), and just general poor management and lack of thought/communication, B.A.P chose to go back for a reason, and I trust their reasoning. being a person who generally sees the best in things, I just sat on my bed half-stunned and blasted their most badass songs at the highest volume, finally being able to thoroughly enjoy their music again without feelings about the lawsuit nagging at me. from what I can see, there are still definite improvements to how B.A.P are treated:

  • more free time 
  • better pay, if some members having cars/scooters (lmao) and going on holiday is anything to go by
  • Yongguk and Daehyun being able to have their own homes, and Zelo being able to move back in with his family, and the other three moving into a better apartment. in the early days, all 6 members used to sleep in one room!!
  • they’re going to be releasing their third full album soon!!!
  • member solo activities: Daehyun acting in musicals, Youngjae being a host for The Show, Yongguk and Zelo working on their own music, etc
  • Yongguk given a break from all activities for a few months to focus on his mental health

so anyway, B.A.P announced that they’d be making their comeback with their 4th mini album Matrix on 16th of November 2015, but on the 15th they’d hold a comeback showcase. they made a V App channel, had a live video of them literally standing there in their matoki suits, bodies completely covered…..and it was the most wonderful feeling watching them all together again. you really don’t fully appreciate what you have until it goes. their matrix showcase was aired live on V App so everyone could watch B.A.P stand together on stage for the first time in almost a year. I’m not exaggerating when I say it was one of the most surreal and happy days of my life to see and feel what I never thought I’d experience ever again. I woke up in the middle of the night to watch them singing again, and looking so happy to be back doing what they love. after such a miserable period of time, 151115 marked a fresh page to a new history of better things. it’s the symbol of their rebirth into the B.A.P we know now.

some people these days will complain about how the lawsuit damaged B.A.P’s popularity and success etc, and they’re right: it did. disappearing for months (not years!! people exaggerate how long the hiatus was) at such a crucial time of rapid change in the k-pop industry lost them many fans, but what would the alternative have been? a popular, successful B.A.P who were being worked to death on a minimal wage, singing on stage about social justice when they had none themselves? no matter what, I’m extremely proud of B.A.P for taking action and I’m glad that they did. the journey was bumpy (and often still is), but it’s still much better than what it was before. we shouldn’t focus so much on all these ‘lost fans’ and ignore the fact that B.A.P have been active for the last two years, gaining new fans and making new music and memories.

B.A.P continues to grow: it’s clear how much they improve with each and every comeback (see: line distribution). TS still sucks, but a tiny bit less than before (seriously though if they announce another world tour in 2018 I will go over there and slap a bitch). but yeah, most importantly, B.A.P is back! and has been now for exactly 2 years! they’re back and they’re here and they’re amazing and I love them and I’m so proud to call myself their fan :’)

Grell, leaning on Sebastian: oh hey there it’s so crazy that we’d see each other again like this and here of all places you’re as handsome as always how about we go and

Ronald: mom can we go home now

Grell: get back in the fucking car Ronnie

Rising Waters

SUMMARY: Being the sherriff’s daughter has its ups and downs. Up: free rides after your car has broken down during torrential downpours. Down: this ride happens to be Deputy Jordan Parrish, leading to a new development.

WORD COUNT: 2,707 words

AUTHOR: Lydia

NOTES: none :) and you might spot some s.f.fitz lines because my friend send me a lot of quotes from his writings and it kind of influenced this piece (and there is much more after this but I don’t think I’ll be posting it…)


(Y/n) growls under her breath, kicking the back tire hard as rain comes down harder. Her Jeep just gave up on her after a very late night round of lacrosse practice at the school, and with a massive storm heading to the town, she can’t imagine how she’ll get home.

A car horn grabs her attention and she turns around, shielding her eyes from the downpour as a deputy’s car pulls up. The passenger window is rolled down to reveal Parrish, and she let’s out a relieved sigh.

“Need a ride?” he calls out as thunder shakes the ground. She nods and grabs her backpack from the keep, quickly climbing into the front seat of the SUV.

“You are my favorite person right now,” she says as she sighs again. Parrish chuckles and pulls out of the school parking lot, turning left towards (y/n)’s house.

“What happened to the Jeep?” he asks, and she looks at him.

“It’s one of the oldest prices of crap on the road,” she tells him. “I guess the engine finally quit on me.” He chuckles but stops as he sees the street in front of him.

“Shit,” he hisses, and (y/n) looks through the torrential rain. The streets are flooded, the water rising quick. “All the other roads are blocked to your house.”

“Damn,” she hisses, and he backs up to continue going straight before the water can reach his car. “What now?”

“The station is bare staffed right now,” he explains. “Your father went home hours ago, and from what I hear, your brother is home.”

(Y/n) sighs and leans back, shivering in the wet clothes. Parrish looks over and frowns.

“You’ll stay with me until the rain quits,” he says, turning right.

“Are you sure?” she asks, putting her arms around herself for warmth.

“Yeah, I’ll call your dad when we get to my place,” he says with a nod. He looks to her and she gives him a grateful smile, one he makes sure to return.

They pull into his apartment complex just a few minutes later and the water is up to the middle of the lifted tires. (Y/n) grips her bag and they give a nod to each other, sprinting out of the car and up the stairs. They laughs loudly, almost over the sound of the thunder, and Parrish opens his apartment door.

(y/n) drops her bag and they take off their soaked shoes as he shuts and locks the door. She looks at him, his clothes soaked like her and hair messy, and she can’t help but laugh.

“What?” Parrish asks, running his hands through his hair. “You should see yourself.” She laughs harder and he grins. “Come in, I’ve got some clothes you can change into.”

He leads her to his bedroom and as they walk through his apartment, she realizes how cluttered it is. Bullets and wires lie on the tables, books on the floor in pikes up to her knees. But the organized chaos feels welcoming to her, and she smiles a little.

“Here,” he says, tossing her a BCPD shirt, one long enough to go mid thigh on her. She nods and he points to the bathroom. “I’ll find a pair of shorts-”

“This should be fine,” she tells him, figuring the shirt could double as a dress. “Thanks.” She walks into the bathroom and changes out of the wet clothes quickly, hating the feeling of the cold fabric on her skin. She sets her clothes on the edge of the bathtub and runs her fingers through her hair. She slides the shirt on and it goes just a few inches below her waist, enough to cover her to where she’s comfortable with it.

She opens the bathroom door and sees Parrish is still changing in the bedroom. He has his shirt off but a pair of sweatpants on, his hair disheveled as he slides a shirt on. (Y/n) can’t seem to do anything but stare, until she snaps herself out of the daze and walks out to him.

“See?” she shows him. “Basically a dress.” He laughs, grabbing his phone.

“I better call your dad now,” he says and she nods as they walk to the living room. They sit on the couch and (y/n) picks up some stray bullets, rolling them around in her hand.

“Hey Stilinski,” Parrish says, grabbing her attention. “(Y/n)’s Jeep broke down and all the roads to your house were blocked, so she’s with me until it clears up.” (Y/n) can’t hear what her father says. She lies down, putting her legs on his lap and resting her head on the pillow. Parrish laughs at her, pulling her legs closer.

“Yes sir, I’m taking the couch,” he says, and (y/n) sits up.

“No, I am,” she tries to shout into the phone, but Parrish playfully pushes her back down. She scrunches her nose, a look he happens to adore on her, and crosses her arms.

Parrish hangs up the phone and looks to her. “I’m taking the couch,” he repeats slowly as he stands, and she stands with him.

“That’s not fair!” she argues. “This is your place, not mine-”

“You’re the guest, and just so happened to be sheriff’s daughter,” he says, looking down at her as he steps closer. “No way in hell I’m not taking the couch.”

She groans in frustration, falling back onto the couch and crossing her arms as she lies down. “Not if I fall asleep first,” she says with an involuntary yawn, grabbing the blanket at her feet and covering up.

“Why are you so stubborn?” he mumbles, turning the lights off. She smiles at him as he walks to his bedroom, where he climbs under the covers but makes sure to keep the door open. The sound of thunder echoes through the apartment and not before long, (y/n) ends up falling asleep on the couch.

Parrish waits about half an hour, making sure she really is asleep, and walks back out to the living room. He slides his arms under her legs and back carefully, her head naturally resting on his chest. He carries her into the bedroom and he sets her down on the bed, covering her up with a victorious grin.

“Damn you, Jordan,” she growls lowly, burying her face into the pillow. He just laughs and walks back out to the couch, taking his spot and covering up.

Not even five minutes pass before (y/n) shuffles out to him, lightning the only thing guiding her to the couch. She takes his hand and pulls him up, making him frown as she drags him to the bedroom. She climbs under the covers and continues to pull him, and he laughs as he’s forced to lie under the covers.

“There,” she says, putting her face into a pillow and keeping only a few inches of room between them on the large bed. “We both win.” He laughs covers her up more. He takes his shirt off and sets it next to him, and they both fall asleep to the sound of the storms.

~~

She doesn’t know if it was the thunder that shook the apartment that woke her, or the flashes of lightning, but she wakes as the clock on the nightstand reads 2:17.

She frowns and sits up, looking over to Parrish. She catches a glimpse of his face as lightning strikes outside. It’s riddled with pain and he grips the sheets with white knuckles. He tosses and turns, and she realizes he’s having a nightmare.

“Jordan,” she whispers, placing a hand on his shoulder. He growls under his breath, still asleep, and she shakes his arm. “Jordan, you need to wake up,” she says a little louder. Lightning strikes and a roll of thunder hits the apartment, making him sit up with wide eyes and involuntarily grab her wrist tight.

“Jordan!” she shouts and he quickly releases her hand, panting as he looks at her.

“Oh my god,” he mutters, running a hand down his face. (Y/n) ignores the dull pain in her wrist and scoots to him, placing a light hand on his cheek.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asks quietly, and he closes his eyes, letting her hand support him. She frowns, pulling him into a hug. “Want to tell me what that was about?” she asks, running a hand up and down his bare back. He shakes his head and grips her shirt in his fists, burying his face in her neck. She frowns more, nodding.

She lies down, pulling him with her so that his head lies on her chest. He wraps his arms around her tight, like she’s the only thing keeping him grounded at the moment. He lies on top of her and it doesn’t bother her, his weight and shape almost fitting to her body. She runs a hand through his hair and she can feel his laboured breaths, his chest struggling to stay steady.

“Do these happen often?” she asks.

“Every night,” he whispers into her shirt. “Ever since the army, mission gone wrong.” She purses her lips, finally realizing it’s PTSD that haunts his mind.

“When was the last time you got real sleep?”

“Before I was deployed,” he answers, and she squeezes her eyes shut. She swears she can feel his pain, like it’s radiating to her, and she wants to cry knowing he’s in pain.

“Sleep,” she whispers, pulling the covers over him to his shoulders. She runs a hand through his hair still and he holds her like she’s his anchor during a storm at sea. “Just sleep.” He closes his eyes and focuses on her heartbeat, and soon, he’s asleep in a dreamless state for once.

~~

Parrish wakes first, the sunlight and absence of rain causing him to rise. He blinks his eyes open and looks down at (y/n), who lies asleep in his arms now. She has her face in his bare chest, one hand lying on his chest and another wrapped around him. One hand of his lies on her hip, another on her back under her shirt.

He lies his head down on the pillow and watches her, taking in how peaceful she looks and how right this feels. He realizes then that he wouldn’t mind waking up like this every morning, with her in his arms and him holding her this close. He realizes that she keeps him calm at night, and that that was the first dreamless sleep he had gotten since years ago before the army. He realizes he needs her, and he pulls her closer as he does.

(Y/n) shifts, nuzzling her face into his shoulder as she drapes a leg over his. He holds back a chuckle and buries his face in her hair, taking in the scent of rain and dew.

She blinks her eyes open, her lips accidentally on his collarbone. She closes her eyes again, leaving her lips where they are, and Parrish runs his hands up her back to pull her even closer.

She likes this, she admits to herself. She likes how he has her so close and how his rough hands are somehow so soft on her hip and back. She doesn’t mind her shirt is rose up, because she realizes just how much she trusts him. She loves how he’s like a heater, and he loves how she’s as cold as ice, and how they seem to balance each other out is beyond reason to anyone in the world.

Both awake now, yet dazed by each other’s touch, remain still and in embrace for the longest time, neither wanting to move away. But the sharp ring of his cellphone on the nightstand pulls them to reality, and he sighs as it rings aloud.

“Are you going to get that?” she asks, her lips tracing his collarbone as she does.

“It can wait,” he mumbles.

(Y/n) just nods and soon the ringing stops, allowing them to close their eyes and relax their bodies to fit like puzzle pieces.

Someone knocks on the front door and both shoot up, eyes wide as they look at each other. Knocking echoes the apartment again and Parrish rushes out of bed, slipping his shirt on and covering her up.

“Pretend you’re asleep!” he hisses, and she throws herself onto the pillow and tries to look at peaceful and possible.

Parrish looks at the couch and nods as he sees it looks like he slept there, and he opens the door as he brushes a hand through his hair. It’s Stiles, an annoyed look on his face as he pushes himself into the apartment. Parrish just stares at him.

“I’m here to pick my sis up,” he tells him, looking around. “Do you believe in cleaning up, or is that just against your beliefs?” Parrish rolls his eyes and Stiles walks to the bedroom, Parrish chasing after him.

Stiles walks in, crossing his arms when he sees his twin. “I know you’re awake,” he says in a bored tone, but she stays still. Stiles sighs and jumps on the bed, Parrish laughing as (y/n) curses under her breath.

“Hey, you two didn’t fool around, did you?” Stiles asks, and (y/n) kicks him off the bed. “Ouch, okay, I’ll take that as a no…” Stiles stands up, brushing his shirt off. “Dad got the Jeep into the shop, he told me to come get you.” She groans as she sits up, running her fingers through her knotted hair.

“Whatever,” she hisses. Parrish watches her with crossed arms and Stiles looks back and forth between them.

“Are you two sure you didn’t-” (Y/n) throws a pillow at him, making him stumble back as he laughs and throws it back at her. “I’ll be out in the car,” he calls out as he leaves, the front door slamming shut.

(Y/n) moans as she stretches, standing up and popping her back. She pulls Parrish back to the bed and he laughs as they lie down, Serilda laying on top of him.

“You slept the rest of the night,” she mutters into his chest, and his hands trace up her body and under her shirt. She smiles into his shirt as his hands wraps around her sides, big enough to hold her easily.

“You’re brother is waiting outside,” he whispers into her hair and she groans, sitting up and straddling him. She puts her hands on his chest and his find their way to her hips again. He looks up at her as she pulls her hair into a messy bun, and he can’t help but fall in love with every freckle she has that paints her cheeks.

“You’re staring,” she says, and he grins.

“How could I not?” She smiles wide, biting her cheek as she tries to look away. Parrish sits up, keeping her on his lap, and kisses her softly. He was chilled by the innocence of her kiss and how her lips locked with his, how her hands pulled his face closer to her and pulled him deeper into the kiss. He realizes he loves her, and that this was the beginning and ending to everything they know.

Stiles honks outside and they pause, (y/n) leaning back but keeping her eyes locked on his. She kisses him once more, and it feels like the longest kiss in the shortest seconds. She pulls back and climbs out of bed, running to the bathroom and shoving her clothes into her bag, Parrish watching her the whole time. She looks back at him as she leaves the bedroom, and she pauses for a moment.

“You know where to find me if you can’t sleep,” she says with a small smile. And with that, she leaves, and Parrish is left by himself to sort out his love sick mind.

Try to Intimidate my disabled neighbor? I'll make sure you get dropped by your sponsors.

So this ended about four months ago, and still makes me happy whenever I think about it. This might be long sorry.

I’ve lived in this apartment complex about a year or so and it’s pretty nice I suppose. My next door neighbor is an older lady who happens to be disabled. While I don’t know the actual extent of her disabilities, I know she needs help from time to time and If I’m around I try to help. She’s really sweet and about once a week she’ll make me a plate of something homemade to eat since I work nights and really don’t cook. Her pork chops and fried cabbage are 🔥.

We both live upstairs and she uses a wheelchair but she can walk up and down the stairs slowly, and if I’m around I’ll carry her wheelchair down, but her daughter usually does it. Her daughter picks her up every morning on her way to work and takes her to this community center everyday so she can get out and socialize and such.

This is where this guy comes in, I like to call him Young Douche. YD is your typical piece of shit in that he is super obnoxious in everything. He drives a suped up Subaru that’s really loud and plays his music so loud I can hear the bass from upstairs. Also he likes to park in the one handicapped spot. Our apartments management is super shitty and they don’t get involved with anything and refused to get involved with this.

Now before he moved in my neighbors daughter used to park in the handicapped spot to pick up her mom, but since this dickhead started parking there she’s had to park in front of his car so she can get her mom. I tried to be nice and left a note on his car but nothing really changed but it was no big deal at first.

One morning I’m asleep and get woken up to this guy just holding down his horn non stop. My neighbors daughter had parked in front of him and he couldn’t get out. When I looked outside I could see him get out and start harassing both my neighbor and her daughter.

I could hear him talking shit so I put some pants on and walk outside and see dude all in the daughters face. She’s like 4'9 so he’s looking down on her like he’s gonna punch her, then my neighbor tried to calm him down and she put a hand on his elbow and he slapped her hand away hard.

I saw that and ran downstairs but as soon as I opened the gate and he saw me he backed off and got back in his car then started honking his horn again. I waited there until they​ left, then he left, not before he flipped me off while driving away.

So at that moment I knew I had to fuck with him. My other neighbor knows him and told me about dude. Apparently he’s big in the custom Subaru scene and he does shows and shit with his car all the time. He has sponsors that sometimes give him parts and they use his car in their ads I guess.

Anyway It took me awhile to come up with  some good revenges so I’d do simple stuff. I had expired milk in my fridge because I really don’t drink milk often but I like cereal occasionally and just had some, so I’d start putting a little bit all over his car when I got home. After awhile you can smell rancid milk all over it. But that wasn’t enough.

I needed a real big Fuck You so my other friend found out he had this big show coming up and dude had a photographer come and take pictures of him with his car. The night before the show​ I go to AutoZone and get the shittiest Decals and bumper stickers I can find and spent about an hour and a half putting these all around his vehicle. When I was done it looked horrible. I even did a swastika of Honda, Ford, Lamborghini and Fiat decals on his hood. While nothing I put wouldn’t permanently damage his vehicle, it would take hours to take it all off.

So about 6 am when I guess he was going to the show I hear screaming. He’s yelling so loud that some other neighbors go outside and see what’s up. When they see it’s him they laugh and go back inside.

He then called 911 and they show up but it’s not like there’s anything they can do. Then the cop actually gives him a ticket for parking in a handicap spot without tags then they left.

Apparently he had to make that show for his sponsors or else they were gonna drop him, supposedly he was hard to work with and it was the straw that broke the camels back.  

Now even after all that, dude STILL kept parking in the handicapped space. Eventually when I got home from work I’d just start throwing trash on his hood. I once threw a chocolate shake at his windshield.

Seeing this car in the handicapped space every night really pissed me off for some reason. Anyways he eventually moved out . Still hate that guy though.

anonymous asked:

how is harry "growing" when he's pushing for kiwi to be a single, will perform at VSFS AND recently said his misogynistic album is a MEMOIR. it's one thing to think the best of him but he's shown repeatedly this year that his idea of activism is wearing a shirt and letting other people do the talking. expect more from men, please.

What exactly am I expecting? Truth at every turn from members of One Direction? Not gonna happen. 

In the aggregate, I don’t find his album misogynistic. I understand that people do, but you’re in my inbox so I’ll walk you through my reasoning. If you don’t want my opinion, feel free not to bring asks here. 

There are 10 songs on the album, 4 of them have anything even questionable to say about women. So, already we’re at 60% of the album that isn’t a problem. Woman reads very much like a jealous lover song, that I have always read as about the beards in Louis’ life. So, we’re at 70% of the album that isn’t a problem. Carolina is a song written in a tradition of Johnny Cash and others talking about drugs. It could also be about a shelter dog, jury’s out. So, we’re at 80%. Only Angel and Kiwi can certainly be read as treating women as objects and frankly it doesn’t make me feel awesome. I also believe these are meant to be performed and that it’s about the performance and the fiction rather than the lyrics. Having seen it in LA, I also feel like Harry imagines himself the woman in Kiwi (”I’m about to tell you, I’M having your baby). But for the sake of argument, let’s keep the number at 80%. 80% of the album isn’t a problem at all. So, he’s got a B- for his first album out the gate. I’m going to cut him some slack there.

I’m also going to recognize that he is NOT OUT. So, how can he POSSIBLY answer anything other than MEMOIR? He can’t say, yeah, it’s fiction, here’s my long term BOYFRIEND. It doesn’t work like that.

As I have said before, I take issues of social justice very very seriously and spend a good chunk of my waking hours trying to figure out what has the most impact on our world. And I’ve learned over many that there are lots of types of activism. Activism doesn’t always have a bullhorn. It’s not always calling people out on Twitter. That’s not always how you change hearts and minds. Look around. People are shouting at the top of their lungs and no one is listening. I’m not saying stop shouting, but don’t hate on the people who are doing work that looks different from yours.

You make fun of Harry wearing a shirt. Do you know how many people supported Planned Parenthood by buying that shirt after he wore it? I don’t have access to those stats but I’d bet money it was significant. There are people who say running with flags doesn’t matter. I disagree. There are people who say that Harry’s Treat People With Kindness merch is just a ploy. If it is, then I’d love to see more people follow suit. There are worse things to do than want people to be kind in the world. I’ll say it again HE HAS MUNA ON TOUR WITH HIM. He has a FEMALE DRUMMER in a rock and roll band. Go find me other male musicians operating at his level that have a female drummer. He also is REGULARLY in awe of her both in print, on TV, and in person. 

You think these things aren’t a big deal because he’s not shouting. I say they ARE a big deal BECAUSE he’s not shouting. He’s not asking for any kind of recognition. He is just doing it. He’s normalizing female rock drummers. He’s normalizing rainbows at concerts. He’s normalizing the fact women are powerful.

Yep, Kiwi’s a single. You know why? It’s a JAM. I listened to all sorts of things on the way home from Phoenix with Ellie and Bri yesterday. And the jams are not songs that I want anything to do with lyrically. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to blast them in the car and sing along. Want to know other songs that are on the same jamming playlist? 24K Magic, Strip that Down, Jealous, Tik Tok, Jealous. They’re not feminist anthems but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a catchy song.

As I’ve said before, I can hold complicated feelings. I can want better for the future without discounting the now. I can look at the whole rather than expecting granular perfection. But I will NOT discount what Harry is doing because it doesn’t fit your idea of what activism SHOULD look like.

No Pain, No Gain - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “I was wondering if I could request a Jeff x reader working out together?”

“One more crunch! Yes! That’s my girl.” Jeff smiled at you. He was holding your feet and giving you the stupidest grin.

“Your turn!” You flipped up to your feet and began pushing him toward to pull up bar. He shot you a flashing grin.

“Oh, Y/N. I’m going to annihilate you.” He rolled his shoulders and stretched out his hands a few times. He jumped to reach the bar, winked at you, then started doing pull ups. Trying to hold in the drool and conceal the evident joy in watching him work out, you placed your hand over your mouth.

He grinned at you consistently through his pull ups, and when he started to tire you shouted; “C'MON JEFF!” Which fuelled him to do a few more.

“One last row?” You asked. He flashed you yet another pearly white smile.
“You’re on, Y/N/N.”

The both of you sat on the two rowing machines in the corner.

“How do you still look cute when you’re all red and sweaty?” Jeff laughed.

“Are you kidding? Have you even seen yourself right now, Jeff?” You struggled through rows.

“Well there aren’t any mirrors around.” He joked.

“Well- you look like a fucking model. As per usual.” You breathed in mock anger.

“Shut up. You know you’re gorgeous. And you’re nearly at the goal!” He encouraged. “You can do it, babe.”

“No pain, no gain Jeffrey. You better be hitting that goal with me.”

In not too long at all, you both hit your targets and high-fived each other.

“Good work, Y/N/N.” Jeff said, handing you a bottle of water.

“Same to you Atkins. First to the car gets pampered when we get home?” You challenged.

“Oh hell yes.” Jeff stretched out his arms.

“3…2…1…” you said in unison. “GO!”

You let your legs carry you and regulated your breathing. Sometimes when you ran, it felt like you were flying. Plus, with the added air of competition and willingness to be able to hold something over your boyfriend, you soared to your car, hitting the bonnet with such force your shoulder buckled slightly. But you wouldn’t let Jeff know.

“LOSER!” You shouted as your boyfriend came up beside you, panting.

“Looks like i am.” He placed a hand on your hip and pulled you in towards him. “I think I’m a little out of breath, I might need CPR.” He smiled.

“It looks like you might.” You rested your hands on his chest. “Now, don’t be afraid if I break a few hearts, that’s normal.”

“I thought it was ribs?” His face conveyed confusion.

“It is, dummy, I thought we were talking in metaphors?” You hit him playfully.

“Just kiss me you weirdo.” He chuckled. You snaked your arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to yours, enveloping him in an exhausted, desperate kind of kiss. He pushed you against the car bonnet, lifting you slightly. Smiling against him in the kiss, you tangled your fingers in his hair, wondering how many people in the Gym Car Park were watching you, and not caring one bit.

—–

“Huh.” You sighed, throwing yourself down on yours and Jeff’s king-sized bed.

“You look exhausted. Wanna cash in that winners pamper sesh?” Jeff slumped down next to you. You nodded weakly, then rolled onto your stomach. Jeff started to pull your sticky gym clothes off, with difficulty as you were refusing to move.

Jeff left, but you were too tired to verbally complain. Momentarily, you realised why upon the sensation of cold, wet, liquid on your back, and a subtle scent of olives. Your boyfriend massaged the olive oil into your lower back to begin with, and slowly moved up to your shoulders. His hands rolled over all your aches, smoothing all the knots and calming the soreness.

“I saw this, by the way.” He said in a low voice, giving your hurt shoulder some extra attention. “It’s not really damaged, but you should’ve told me, I was worried.”
You nodded a reply. “Sorry.” You mumbled, too focused on how good Jeff’s hands were making you feel. They were slightly rough from all the baseball he played, but not uncomfortably so - they were just right.

Then, Jeff leaned his head down to your hurt shoulder, and dotted kisses anywhere he could manage. He turned his head so that his mouth was by your ear, and whispered; “all better, my love.”

—–

After a relaxing evening being pampered by your boyfriend, Jeff and you lay in bed ready to sleep. You weren’t entirely sure where your body ended and his began, or vice versa, but that didn’t bother you.

“I’m proud of you, Jeff.” You stroked your hand over his chest.

“What for?”

“Well, for not giving up when I saw you wanted to. On the pull ups.”

He scoffed at you, but didn’t argue.

“I love you, Y/N.” he mumbled into your hair.

“I love you, Jeff.” You beamed back at him, as you watched his green eyes flutter shut.

“What kind of funeral do you want?” He asks, continuing to hold my hand as he reaches up to shift gears. We know we shouldn’t and we know it’s not safe, but we can’t seem to let go. “Have you ever thought about that?”

“Yeah. I dunno though.”

“You’ve thought about it but you don’t know?”

“I know my parents would want it to be Christian.”

“Well,” he says trying to sound tactful as he reaches with my hand again to flip the turn signal, “there’s a very probable chance they’ll already be dead by then.”

“I know, but just in case they’re not, you may have to fight them over it.”

“Noted.”

There’s a beat of silence, the muted tones of the radio a background of indistinct noise and the occasional base rythmn bouncing through the speakers like a heartbeat. We talk for a while about other things–family, the past, how we feel about assisted death. I’m a firm believer that having a good death is as important as leading a good life and I’d rather not hurt anyone with it if I can. I’m rather Prathcettarian in that regard. He’s less certain, but understands why I feel the way I do and respects that.

“Don’t bother with a casket.”

“No?”

“No, those things pollute the earth, all that glue and varnish and shit. Don’t even embalm me if you can avoid it, I don’t wanna poison the earth.”

“What do you want then, would you rather be cremated?”

Earlier his cousin had talked about what he wants. He wants to be cremated, but rather than spend his afterlife in an urn or scattered in some solemn affair, he wants his remains to be put into a firework. He wants his family to light the fuse and jettison him into the night sky and be dispersed in a shower of fire and color. There’s a certain appeal to that, and I wonder momentarily if ashes can be turned into biodegradable glitter.

“I dunno. There’s eco friendly wicker basket things. You could do that, put me under a tree. Or have me cremated and turned into one of those bio pot things that turns into a tree. I want a tree.”

“A tree,” he nods, “what kind?”

“Dunno, one I’m not allergic to.”

It’s not particularly funny, but it gets a laugh anyway.

“What do you want?”

“Dunno, never really thought about it.”

“What, no grand casket, no horse and carriages?”

That gets a smile. His taste has always veered toward the expensive. His wedding suit cost more than my dress.

“Nah. Something simple…”

“Not Catholic?”

“Dunno, part of me thinks they got my birth, why not my death. But on the other hand, fuck em, y'know?”

“They didn’t get your birth, they got your christening, there’s a difference.”

“True.”

“…do you believe in God? I mean would you want the last rites? I feel I should know something like that…”

A shrug. “I believe in something.”

“…we could buy a plot and get buried under the same tree?”

He nods again. “We could. That’d be nice.”

There’s another silence, drawn out by dodging through afternoon traffic as we drive home, and I’m struck wondering how many other people at the stop light might also be grieving or feeling like the world has a void in it where a person ought to be.

I kept expecting to see him all through the wake, kept expecting to hear his laugh at some joke, specifically to be the one telling the joke, ready to hug and laugh and set the world right with a little bit of kindness. Instead it was our voices retelling the stories, mimicking mannerisms and holding ourselves together with fragile smiles and too bright eyes. It’s some small comfort to know I’ll never not be able to think of love and kindness and laughter and not think of him. It means he’ll never truly be gone.

“I want a mosoleum actually.”

“Of course you fucking do.”

“What? Not just for me! I mean it’d be for my whole family.”

“I wanted a tree.”

“We can still have our tree. I meant more a place to have all our names. A place for family rememberemce.” There’s a pause and I can just see the smile tugging at his mouth out the corner of my eye. “Carved from marble.”

“Yep, there it is.”

“You know, for my brothers descendents to come visit. I’m doing it for them.”

“Uhu, sure. What about our descendants?”

Another shrug. Another potentially painful topic for another time. But we’re home now and we have to let go of each other if we want to get out the car, and there’s a small part of my brain that thinks ‘there’s a metaphor there’ and I can’t help but roll my eyes because even when I haven’t slept for 24 hours and haven’t been able to eat for grief, there’s still a part of my brain that’s On and wired, looking for the story that’ll make sense of everything. Which I suppose is only human.

Like grief and loss, but also love.

Especially love.

The Joker being possessive of you would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him finding you a rather luxurious place for you to live in and doing whatever he can to provide for you, wanting you to love it so much you wouldn’t even think about leaving his side

-Him slowly and secretly taking your car apart to keep you from going to work and for you to have to stay home for the day

-Him having quite a habit of referring you as his on most occasions, especially when he talks about you to his other associates, making it clear that you belong to him 

-Him going out of his way to interrupt or surprise you at work, wanting you to be back by his side, only to resort threatening to harm others around if you don’t come back to him

-Him buying you the more expensive clothes or jewelry to wear just so he can show you off and remind others around that you belong to him

-Him keeping quite a firm grip on your hand whenever you’d hold hands or his arm, not wanting you to leave his side so easily

-Him getting all sorts of mad and angry whenever he sees Batman holding you for leverage, screaming at him over and over that you’re his

-Him being willing to do anything and go really far to get you back, making it loud and clear that you’re his to anyone who has tried to hurt you in any way

-Him leaving all sorts of hickeys and marks on your body, feeling satisfied to see you covered so much he can’t help but smirk and chuckle when you’d get dressed

-Him being quite contradicting when he denies that he’s overly attached to you or anything, even pushing you away but usually apologizing and begging you to take him back


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Every Outsiders imagine ever Preference

Ponyboy- “Can I hold your hand while we go on a date and watch the sunset?” “All I do is read all day Darry stop yelling at me before I cry.”

Sodapop- “hey girl want to go back to my place and ya know?” “I’m sorry I was flirting with every girl I see. It won’t happen again, let’s just hug and cuddle and watch a movie and you can move in.”

Johnny- “I’m a weak little puppy please protect me.” “Can I stay with you? My parents are fighting and I don’t want to sleep outside.” “Wait why are you holding my hand and leaning in, I don’t understand.”

Steve- “Listen to this engine. It sounds so good.” “Girl you can get in my pants any day just have to share with my car.” “Ponyboy shut up no one loves you.”

Two-bit- “Mickey mouse is love, Mickey Mouse is life.” “Everything I own is Mickey Mouse, I also have a drinking problem.”

Dallas- “We gonna go up to my room and get nasty or am I finding a different girl?” “No I’m not drunk and no I’m not flirting with 10 other girls.”

Darry- “I work all day and you want me to come home and date?” “You’re the first girl I’ve dated since everything I love you move in.” “I care for my 2 brother and 4 other children that would die without me.”

Try to Intimidate my disabled neighbor? I'll make sure you get dropped by your sponsors.

So this ended about four months ago, and still makes me happy whenever I think about it. This might be long sorry.

I’ve lived in this apartment complex about a year or so and it’s pretty nice I suppose. My next door neighbor is an older lady who happens to be disabled. While I don’t know the actual extent of her disabilities, I know she needs help from time to time and If I’m around I try to help. She’s really sweet and about once a week she’ll make me a plate of something homemade to eat since I work nights and really don’t cook. Her pork chops and fried cabbage are 🔥.

We both live upstairs and she uses a wheelchair but she can walk up and down the stairs slowly, and if I’m around I’ll carry her wheelchair down, but her daughter usually does it. Her daughter picks her up every morning on her way to work and takes her to this community center everyday so she can get out and socialize and such.

This is where this guy comes in, I like to call him Young Douche. YD is your typical piece of shit in that he is super obnoxious in everything. He drives a suped up Subaru that’s really loud and plays his music so loud I can hear the bass from upstairs. Also he likes to park in the one handicapped spot. Our apartments management is super shitty and they don’t get involved with anything and refused to get involved with this.

Now before he moved in my neighbors daughter used to park in the handicapped spot to pick up her mom, but since this dickhead started parking there she’s had to park in front of his car so she can get her mom. I tried to be nice and left a note on his car but nothing really changed but it was no big deal at first.

One morning I’m asleep and get woken up to this guy just holding down his horn non stop. My neighbors daughter had parked in front of him and he couldn’t get out. When I looked outside I could see him get out and start harassing both my neighbor and her daughter.

I could hear him talking shit so I put some pants on and walk outside and see dude all in the daughters face. She’s like 4'9 so he’s looking down on her like he’s gonna punch her, then my neighbor tried to calm him down and she put a hand on his elbow and he slapped her hand away hard.

I saw that and ran downstairs but as soon as I opened the gate and he saw me he backed off and got back in his car then started honking his horn again. I waited there until they​ left, then he left, not before he flipped me off while driving away.

So at that moment I knew I had to fuck with him. My other neighbor knows him and told me about dude. Apparently he’s big in the custom Subaru scene and he does shows and shit with his car all the time. He has sponsors that sometimes give him parts and they use his car in their ads I guess.

Anyway It took me awhile to come up with  some good revenges so I’d do simple stuff. I had expired milk in my fridge because I really don’t drink milk often but I like cereal occasionally and just had some, so I’d start putting a little bit all over his car when I got home. After awhile you can smell rancid milk all over it. But that wasn’t enough.

I needed a real big Fuck You so my other friend found out he had this big show coming up and dude had a photographer come and take pictures of him with his car. The night before the show​ I go to AutoZone and get the shittiest Decals and bumper stickers I can find and spent about an hour and a half putting these all around his vehicle. When I was done it looked horrible. I even did a swastika of Honda, Ford, Lamborghini and Fiat decals on his hood. While nothing I put wouldn’t permanently damage his vehicle, it would take hours to take it all off.

So about 6 am when I guess he was going to the show I hear screaming. He’s yelling so loud that some other neighbors go outside and see what’s up. When they see it’s him they laugh and go back inside.

He then called 911 and they show up but it’s not like there’s anything they can do. Then the cop actually gives him a ticket for parking in a handicap spot without tags then they left.

Apparently he had to make that show for his sponsors or else they were gonna drop him, supposedly he was hard to work with and it was the straw that broke the camels back.  

Now even after all that, dude STILL kept parking in the handicapped space. Eventually when I got home from work I’d just start throwing trash on his hood. I once threw a chocolate shake at his windshield.

Seeing this car in the handicapped space every night really pissed me off for some reason. Anyways he eventually moved out . Still hate that guy though.

Tyler Seguin

Another short Segs story

Request: I NEED A TYLER SEGUIN ONE BASED OFF HIS INSTA STORY WHERE YALL ARE VISITING THE CRACKNESS BABY FOR THE FIRST TIME AND THAT’S WHEN HE FIGURES OUT HE WANTS KIDS WITH YOU PLS SAM PLS

Originally posted by scratchedforlife


“Tyler, are you even going to share her with anyone else?” I laugh as Tyler once again takes his teammates brand new baby from yet another person.

               A shy smile appears on his face as he glances up from Lynde’s beautiful little face and my heart flutters in my chest. She is so tiny that she easily fits in Tyler’s hands, her head gently cradled. We have been visiting the Cracknell’s for nearly an hour already and he has yet to go five minutes without asking for her back when someone else gets a turn.

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Im Yours | Part two

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff

WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on

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It’s been three weeks. Three weeks of waking up early to be welcomed by BamBam, who now was so comfortable with you he started waiting in your living room and helping himself to coffee once he got there. Three weeks of the tinted car ride to the house filled with jokes and laughing as you and BamBam picked on the driver. Three weeks of making three meals a day for seven boys, and three weeks of still not knowing who the hell the seventh person was.

You didn’t mind though, the boys you did know were enough as it was, given their loud personalities.  You’d find yourself in between meals still with the boys who came and went in usually groups of two. You knew they were mainly in there for the snacks you’d make but you enjoyed their company so much you didn’t care. That didn’t stop you from teasing them though.

“Can it Youngjae, I know you’re only in here cause I’m preparing you a stupid cheese platter.” Or “If I throw out this cookie dough would you leave me alone?”

Today was just like all those before, but today Yugyeom would take his boss the egg Benedict you had prepared before you turned to prepare it for the rest of the boys. Jackson always seemed to make you laugh so hard that you almost dropped your spatula, which would send Youngjae into a fit of giggles. BamBam finally walked into the kitchen, his eyes going from tired to excited as he watched the commotion around you.

“Oh, hey Bam, can you add oregano, vanilla extract, and more eggs to the grocery list?” You started as he walked over to sit on his usual spot on the counter. You turned in time to see him nod and you noticed something on the collar of his shirt. Wiping your hands on your apron you approached him and took the fabric between your fingers.

“Did you nick yourself while shaving?” You asked, eyebrows pushing together as you pinpointed the spot as blood.

“What?” He’d say rubbing his hands down his neck. “I don’t think so?”

“There’s blood on your collar…” you said pulling at it more incase there was a cut somewhere else he didn’t notice.

As you pulled at his shirt, BamBam let his eyes flick up to Jackson and Youngjae, all of them knowing perfect that that wasn’t BamBams blood.

“Take your shirt off Ill try to get that out.” You said patting his chest and bringing his attention back to you.

Without wanting you to ask any more questions or suspect anything he quietly stripping of his jacket and white shirt while you quickly finish breakfast, Yugyeom and Mark entering. The kitchen just as you slid the communal plate across the counter to them. You turned back to BamBam and thanked him as he handed you his shirt.

“I cut my finger.” He lied, folding his arms over his chest that was still covered by a wife beater.

You nodded and crouched, pulling a few things out from under the sink before turning the faucet on. The boys watched you scrub at the stain, cursing it as it only faded a little.

“BamBam how long ago did you cut your finger!? It’s not budging!” You said, knowing that around the 12 hour mark was when this concoction you’re grandmother had taught you stopped working well. He just shrugged and took another bite of his food.

You gave up, it wasn’t going to come out fully and you were surprised you were even able to get it to turn to more of a light coffee stain color.

“Don’t wait so long next time, BamBam, damn.” You scolded tossing his shirt back to him.

Jackson chuckled at this, the thought of you scolding one of them was humorous, especially since if you knew how he really got that stain you wouldn’t have even been in the same room as him.

What do you MEAN he slipped?” Jaebum said dangerously to all of the boys as they crowded around the table. Seeing BamBam returning to his room without his shirt sparked curiosity in Jaebums eye. He didn’t expect to have to deal with the fact that BamBam was wearing the blood of the man he had beat into talking the night before.

“At least she thinks it’s mine!” He said waving a hand.

“This time!” Jaebum said smacking the table hard, causing everyone to jump and fully look at him. “I’ve been nice. I’ve let you have your friend. There was ONE RULE!” He said siting down to try and calm himself but just working himself back up again.

“If any of you slip up and she becomes suspicious, you are the one who’ll get to shoot your new friend.” He said before waving his hand.

You didn’t mind that no one was in the kitchen with you, usually after breakfast no one was as they all left to get work done. You took this time to start preparing the meat for dinner, creating a dry rub and needing the meat through it. The sound of a light bang followed by the sound of muffled yelling startled you, but made you smirk and after a few minutes when Yugyeom and Jackson filed back into the kitchen and started to pick at the nuts you were going to use during lunch, you looked at them smugly.

“Someone got in troubleeeee.” You teased not looking up from the meat you were working.

“You’re a smart ass.” Jackson said.

“What are you gonna do.” You shrugged getting Yugyeom to laugh slightly.

You were really excited for dinner. You were making a personal favorite so when the boys slowly started to file into the kitchen from the smell all you could do was smile. Everyone was there, to include Jinyoung who had warmed up quite a bit since you first met him. Right now he was laughing at something Yugyeom had said his eyes watching your hands as they worked.

“Wow it smells amazing in here.” You heard from beside you. You watched everyone straighten in the seat and BamBam hopped of the counter before you turned to the voice.

He was even more handsome up close than he was from where he stood in the balcony. His hair now sleekly swept away from his face and in one of the nicest suits you have ever seen. His lips had turned slightly up as he smiled at you before looking down to the food thy was cooking in front of you. Looking to Jackson you mouthed boss? And nodded when he rose his eyebrows as a way to say yes.

“Um, Brown sugar glazed porkchops with garlic lemon asparagus and a balsamic peach and feta salad.” You said telling him the menu for dinner.

“Very impressive. Do you mind if I join you all?” He asked, his eyes not leaving your face as you smiled.

“The big bad boss is finally coming out of his cave?” It slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it and seeing the way Yugyeom’s head snapped up to you instantly mumbled a sorry.

But the sound of him chuckling made you, and really everyone else in front of you, snap your head to look at him.

“Jinyoung was right, you do have a mouth on you.” His smile dropped slightly but the spark behind his eye was still there.

“It’s both a blessing and a curse.” You shrugged biting your lip a little while making him chuckle again.

Dinner was a little awkward for the boys with him there, but you found yourself enjoying that he was there, as he asked you question after question. At one point his eyes tightened and his lips opened to revile the most beautiful smile you ever seen. You couldn’t help but blush as he laughed, thanking yourself that it was an embarrassing story.

“Were such bad friends.” Mark, who was still chuckling softly at your story of how you ran around your neighborhood naked until you were 7, said pulling your attention away to look at him. “We’ve been your friends for what? Three weeks now? I feel like I’ve learned more about you in the 20 minutes Jaebum has been sitting here.” He said as everyone agreed.

“Well to be fair the only thing I know about you guys is your name.” You shrugged, not really caring since they were fun to be around.

“Y/n.” Jaebum said, obviously about to change the subject. “I think it’s safe to say having you here is great for all of us, but BamBam was telling me you live almost an hour away?” He said, the rest of the boys sitting up and smiling as if they knew what was going to be said next.

“Yeah.. never realize how much you guys wear me out till we get in the car to go home.” You said chuckling.

“They are behaving right?” He asked raising an eyebrow, you smiled noticing the two moles that kissed the bottom of his brow.

“If they weren’t I’m pretty handy with my knife skills so you don’t have to worry about me.” You said making everyone around you laugh.

“Good to know. These guys can be animals sometimes.” He said slightly raising his eyebrow even more as all the others looked to their neighbor trying not to be too cocky at the compliment their boss had given them.

You had stayed a little big longer that night, red wine flowing around the large table you all settled in. The boys even started to open up a little, chiming in with child hood stories here and there. You found yourself completely entranced by Jaebum as you laughed at everything he said and turning to look at him every time he made a noise. It was the getting to the point where you were blushing at every word he said towards you.

“Damn this wine…” you said looking at the last sip you had, shaking your head as the boys laughed before you’re hands went to your hot cheeks.

“Okay, I’m going to start cleaning so I can go home.” You said fanning your hot face before standing up.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jaebum started, catching your hand as you started to reach for his plate. “The boys will do it.” He said.

You looked to the boys who all fell into a grumpy state before standing up and taking their plates. You sat back down and thanked Yugyeom for taking yours before turning back to Jaebum.

“I still should probably get home though, I’m a monster in the morning if I don’t get eight hours.” You said shrugging slightly.

“Alright. Let’s go.” He said smiling before instructing Jinyoung to get your things.

“Really, I can get my own stuff.” You said as Jinyoung disappeared into the kitchen.

“Y/n, you have been basically babysitting these guys the least they can do for you is collect your knives. You shrugged at this, he wasn’t lying.

When Jinyoung returned he bowed slightly before telling you goodnight and soon BamBam was exiting the kitchen.

"I think I’ll join you tonight, if that’s alright.” He said looking to BamBam who just nodded and took your things.

Six Years

Request: Can you do something like Truth or Dare? (Y/N) and Shawn both like each other and everybody knows, so they dare them to kiss.

A/N: Writing this took me around two days, and I changed some things, but I hope you guys enjoy it!


The sun was shining, and you could hear people laughing as they enjoyed the first nice day since the long brittle winter. You would give anything to be out there too, eating ice cream and being outside. But of course, you had a paper to finish.

A year ago, you thought high school was enough, but college was a whole different level. All of your weekends were filled with late nights working on essays and, if you weren’t doing that, there were still exams to study for. It was frustrating.

You had just finished when your phone’s ringer interrupted the silence, making you jump a little. The caller ID brightly said your best friend’s name, Marina. “Hey,” you greeted.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” she asked immediately. In the background, you heard casual music and what sounded like people shopping. She was probably at the mall. The girl couldn’t go a week without buying something new.

You were surprised at the sudden question. There was a hint of desperation in her voice, worrying you. “I was planning to edit my essay.” You walked into the kitchen of your apartment to grab a glass of water. The last few hours of your time were spent sitting at your desk. That damn essay was all you could think about, which made you forget to even eat or drink anything.

“Well, not anymore,” Marina simply announced. Upon hearing those words, you choked a little on your water. “There’s a bonfire at Beachfront Park tonight, and everyone is going.”

You circled your finger around the rim of the glass. “What do you mean by everyone?” She had a habit of leaving out details.

“You know…the inner circle. Brian and all of them.”

“Marina, you know I can’t. I have a lot to get done,” you yawned. Sleep didn’t come that easily to you nowadays either.

“You’ve been stuck in your apartment drowning in assignments. And when you’re not there, you’re at school. Relax a little, just for one night.” You couldn’t deny her.

“You’re not giving me a choice, are you?”

You already knew what she was going to say. “Nope. Get ready, I’ll pick you up at seven.” Before you could reply, she had already hung up. One night of freedom wouldn’t hurt, right?


After smoothing out your outfit in the mirror, you looked outside your window to see Marina’s car parked outside. You checked yourself out in the mirror one last time, and walked out the front door.

The refreshing air had hit you like a wave. It seemed like all the colors outside seemed brighter, and your senses had dialed up. God, college was taking over your life.

“Wow, you’re actually alive,” Marina dramatically gasped when you hopped into the passenger’s seat. You rolled your eyes and lightly punched her arm. “You can’t blame me. I haven’t heard from you in five days until now, (Y/N).”

Your heart sunk to your stomach. Guilt was starting to creep up on you. It never clicked to you how distant you’ve been to everyone you knew. The only thing that’s been on your mind was school. How could you disappear from your best friend?

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, fumbling with the seat belt.

Marina sighed and turned the music down. “No, it’s okay. I know how important this is to you.”

“Marina, I literally cut you off for almost a week.” Turning your body towards her, you leaned your head on the window.

She took a quick glance at you. “(Y/N), don’t beat yourself over it. We’re hanging out again. That’s all that should matter,” she countered back.

You gave her a small smile. “You’re probably right.”

“Aren’t I always?” Marina grinned and flipped her hair over her shoulder. Playfully rolling your eyes, you leaned forward to turn the music back up.


The car had came to a halt, and ahead of you, you saw a huge fire already blazing. All around it was your whole group of friends. A smile appeared on your face, but then you saw Shawn.

He was wearing a dress shirt with the first few buttons popped open. It practically showed off half of his chest. You swallowed the lump in your throat before looking at Marina, but she already had her gaze on you. She smirked as your eyes widened.

“Marina…”

“Yes?”

“You didn’t tell me Shawn was coming!” you freaked out. Her eyes told you she was enjoying your reaction.

“I told you everyone in the inner circle,” she sang out. “And Shawn is in it, of course.”

“I thought he was on tour!”

“He has some time off, so he flew back home to visit.” You ran your fingers through your hair, looking at her like she was crazy. “(Y/N), come on. Everyone already knows you like each other. We’ve all been waiting for the two of you to get on with it already.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, making you hide your face in your hands. “He doesn’t like me.” Your words were muffled, but Marina already knew what you were going to say.

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” You shook your head, climbing out of the car. “I’m being serious. Ian and Brian can tell too.”

You and Marina had grown up with Shawn, Ian, and everyone else. Throughout middle and high school, all of you guys were best friends. But when eleventh grade came along, you found yourself falling for Shawn, but you pushed it aside. Three years later, nothing changed. There were plenty of girls all around the world who flung themselves out at him. Why would he be interested in you?

You were too caught up in your thoughts to even realize that Brian was hugging you. “There she is!” he yelled out, squeezing you tighter.

“Good to see you too,” you laughed.

After reuniting with everyone, there was only one person left, who you missed the most. Shawn was a few feet away, and you didn’t care about how hard your heart was thumping or how numb your legs felt. You ran towards him, the sand making you stumble a bit, and almost tackled him. Your arms were tightly around his waist, but his were hugging you tighter.

“Hey,” you mumbled into his chest. “Long time no see.”

His body moved up and down as he lightly laughed. “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” A warm fuzzy feeling came over your body, making you slightly light headed. Neither one of you guys knew how long you stood there.

“C’mon lovebirds, we want to play a game!” Matt yelled. Both you and Shawn were flustered as ever when you sat down on the various blankets around the fire.

“We should play Truth or Dare!” Marina suggested, causing everyone to groan.

“Marina, we’re not in middle school anymore,” Ian pointed out, reaching towards the cooler to grab a beer. “And what’s the point, we’ve all grown up together. We already know everything,” he chuckled. He had a point.

“Then, how about Dare or Dare?”

You leaned back on your hands.“This is really sad. Normal college kids would be playing…I don’t know. Beer pong or something,” you laughed, but you all ended up playing anyways.

Five dares later, which included Matt to go skinny dipping in the ocean, someone had picked on you as the victim.

“(Y/N), Dare or Dare?” Ian smirked.

Already not liking the way this was going, you replied. “Okay, you and Shawn go somewhere by yourselves, and come back after thirty minutes.” At this point, everything had gone silent. The only thing that was making noise was the crackling of the fire and the waves crashing.

“Ian,” you warned.

“We don’t have all night,” he shooed you guys away. In the background, you could hear them cheering. “Thank me at your wedding!” Ian hollered back as you jokingly flipped him off.

“I can’t believe them,” Shawn chuckled.

“Me neither.”

Beers in hand, the two of you walked along the shore of the beach. Shawn told you stories from tour, and he begged you to tell him about college. You were a little taken back at first. College was nowhere near as interesting as playing shows every night and travelling the world, but you went along with it.

“How do you do it?” he asked. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze.

“What do you mean?”

Shawn shrugged, and took another swing of his beer. “College. It sounds like hell, but you manage to keep up with everything.”

You laughed, causing him to tilt his head in confusion, which you always thought was adorable. “Trust me, it is hell. I’ve been pretty MIA for a while because of how much work I have to do,” you groaned.

“Do you think it’ll be worth it. You know…after you graduate?”

You looked out onto the water. “Well, I hope so. If I don’t, then I don’t know how I’m gonna get on with my life. Graphic designing requires a Bachelor’s degree, and I don’t seem to enjoy any other pathway.”

You always hated talking about the future, adulthood to be specific. It terrified you, but for some reason talking about it with Shawn made you feel something entirely different.

“Graphic designing seems badass. It’s practically meant for you,” he laughed. “You’re always drawing something.”

Grinning, you turned your head to sneak a quick glance at him, but he was already looking at you. There was something else in his eyes. It was bugging him.

The corners of your mouth lowered a little bit, and a face of concern replaced it. “Shawn, what’s wrong?” He shrugged his shoulders, completely forgetting about his beer.

“I just feel like I’m missing out on so much. College, friends, you…”

Your heart jumped a little. “Me?”

Shawn gently laced his fingers into yours, making the both of you smile. “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to do that for the past six years,” he murmured.

Out of nowhere, you felt a surge of confidence burst into you. “And I’ve been wanting to do this,” you whispered. Standing on your tippy toes, you pulled Shawn down by the neck and connected your lips to his. He automatically pulled you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist. 

Sure, the both of you had kissed people before, but this was entirely different. Six years worth of hidden love was finally being left out, and it felt like pure bliss. 

When you guys finally pulled away, Shawn leaned his forehead onto yours. The both of you were panting like crazy, but couldn’t get rid of the grins that were on your faces.

“We should’ve done that a long time ago.”

I'm Sorry I Failed You- Josh Dun

Request- Hello! I love your writing:) can u do a josh imagine? Maybe we’re your Tyler’s sister and while there on tour you get jumped walking to your and joshs’ appartmemt and they find out and there all worried? Thanks have a great day/night!

Y/N’s P.O.V. 

 Only a mile and a half from your apartment and your car decided to break down. You typically would have called your boyfriend Josh but he was on tour with your brother Tyler. You got out of work late that day and the walk to your apartment isn’t always the safest late at night. You and Josh lived together in L.A. by a bunch of bars and on Saturday nights the sidewalks were filled with drunk horny men.

You grabbed your purse from your car and threw your phone in. You set out on your walk home enjoying the warm night. You wanted to call Josh but you couldn’t because he and Tyler were in the middle of a show. So to say the least this walk was going to be boring.

You were about a mile from your house now when you felt like you were being followed. You looked over your shoulder to see a 3 tall men stumbling behind you. You felt them walking faster behind you so you decided to quicken your pace and turn down the next street even though it wasn’t in the right direction of your house. You could hear your heart pounding from being scared.

When you finally thought you lost them you slowed down and took out your phone quickly to call someone, anyone really so they can distract you while you find your way back home. You dialed Jenna’s number knowing she was basically your best friend and she would keep your mind off of the slightly terrifying walk. The phone rang twice before the familiar voice came through the other end.

“Hey Y/N what’s up.”

“Oh nothing. My car broke down so I have to walk home and I wanted to talk to someone to distract me for a bit. so, how’s tour going?”

“Oh okay. Tours going great, we all wish you were here. Especially Josh.” she said.

You were about to respond when you heard loud footsteps behind you. You turned around and saw the same 3 men running towards you.

“Y/N are you okay?” Jenna asked, she must have been suspicious of your long break in the conversation.

“Um, no there are like 3 people chas-” and before you could finish you were pushed to the ground and you phone flew from your hands out of reach. You could her Jenna yelling you name but you could respond due to someone kicking your ribs. The biggest man ripped your purse off of your shoulder and put it to the side while another man  sat on your back holding your face to the pavement. You were screaming but nobody heard you.

“Stop, please. Get off me.” you begged and the one kicking you stopped and the one on top of you stood. You turned over and looked at the 3 men looking down at you.

“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do.” the biggest man said and he punch you straight on the face. You could have sworn your nose broke.

The smallest man who was kicking you earlier knelt down next to you and started petting your hair. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he spoke.

“What should we do to this one guys?” he asks as he moved close to your neck. Your fear paralyze you and could scream. He start pulling up your shirt and tears rolled down your cheeks as they pulled you up and put you against the wall.

“Stop fucking crying or we’ll beat the fuck out of you.” the medium sized man said. You knew you weren’t getting out of this. You couldn’t control your tears and you were quickly pushed back to the ground. You felt the skin on your palms and knees scrape against the hard ground and your arms couldn’t hold you from the pain. You fell and hit you head and the last thing you remember is seeing the 3 men running off.

You woke up to the sound of your phone busy on the pavement.  You phone was lighting up with Jenna’s face calling you. You reached as far as you could reach and pulled it to you.

It hurt so bad, even to simply swipe your finger across the screen to answer the call.

“Y/N. I’ve been calling you for the past 5 minutes are you okay? Where are you?” she asked frantically.

You could really talk due to your ribs being in so much pain. “Jenna I’m fine, just don’t panic. I’m walking home now.” you voice cracked a few times and she knew you weren’t okay.

“Y/N what happened? I know you’re not okay. I heard those guys, I stayed on the phone the whole time. Talk to me.” you wanted to talk but you didn’t want to Josh or Tyler to found out. They were both really overprotective of you.

“Y/N say something or I’m going to tell Tyler. I don’t care if they’re in the middle of a show or not. I’ll go and right on stage and interrupt the whole thing to tell them.” she threatened.

“Okay, fine. Please don’t say anything to them.” you started to stand  and you had to use the wall for support. “These 3 drunk guys just beat the shit out of me.”

“Oh my god. Y/N how hurt are you?”

“Well my feels like it’s broken and it’s bleeding. My ribs hurt and so does my head. Look I’m only 2 blocks from my apartment. I’ll walk there and tell you more. I just need to sit down, I feel really dizzy.” you said stumbling, trying to walk but you were really dizzy and nauseous.

“Y/N tell me where you are, I’m calling you and ambulance you don’t sound okay.”

“Only if you don’t tell Tyler and Josh, I’ll be fine. I just need to get some help and I’ll tell them when I’m ready, Please.” you begged.

“I won’t. Now tell me where you are.”

“On the corner of Daniel ave and 5th ave.” you said sitting down against the wall. Your legs were beginning to weaken and you could feel you eyes starting to close.

“Y/N stay with me. I have an ambulance on it’s way there now.”

“Okay” you mumbled and you blacked out again.

Jenna’s P.O.V.

I had heard the whole thing happen and I know she didn’t want me to tell anyone, but I was married to her brother and he needed to know. Not to mention her boyfriend Josh needs to know. I promised I wouldn’t tell them in order to get her location out of her. I called her the ambulance because I could hear her drifting off in the conversation.

I gave the hospital my number so they would call me when she got there.

When they called me to tell me they found her passed out on the sidewalk I knew I had to tell Josh and Tyler. They needed to know even if that meant they would end the concert early.

I tried getting Tyler’s attention from the side and he stopped sing, looking at me with concern because I never bugged him during a show. Josh stopped playing and came over to where Tyler was.

“Dude are you okay?” he asked Tyler as I approached them.

“Yeah Jenna looked like she really needed to tell me something and I felt like something was wrong. What’s going on? Is Y/N okay?” he turned his attention to me and everyone in the arena was completely silent.

“No. um Y/N she’s hurt. Like really badly. She’s in the hospital. I think you need to end this and we can talk.” with that Tyler pulled the microphone to his lips and Josh ran off with me asking me all sorts of questions about Y/N.

“Okay, I’m very sorry this has to be this way, but we have to end the show early.” Tyler said and the crowd was filled with disappointment. “My sister, Josh’s girlfriend is hurt and we really need to get to her. Goodnight and stay alive all. Thank you for those who are understanding.” he ran off stage and found Josh and I.

“What happened, is she okay? Where is she?” Tyler asked all the same questions Josh had asked.

“We’ll explain later, i just booked us an immediate flight to L.A. I think we should get to her.” Josh said with tears threatening to come from his eyes.

“She’ll be okay Josh, she just needs us there.” Tyler said not knowing anything.

At the airport Jenna told her side of the story to Tyler and Josh.

Before getting on the plane Tyler was really worried about you and he texted your family to tell them what happened. Josh couldn’t keep still. When ever he was nervous he would bounce his leg and that’s what he did the whole plane ride and car ride to the hospital.

Josh’s P.O.V.

As soon as we got to the hospital I basically ran to the front desk.

“Hi sir, how may I help you?”

“My girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N, she was brought here about 5 hours ago. I need to see her. Is she okay?”

“Her file says she’s not awake right now, I’m going to get her doctor and you can go back to see her with him.” the woman said and then she left. I stood there and Tyler and Jenna came up to me.

“What’s going on?” Tyler asked and the doctor approached.

“Hi, which one of you is the boyfriend?” he asked.

“I am. Can I go see her?” I said quickly.

“Yes, but please know that it looks worse then it is.” he said leading us back to her room.

When I entered the room I saw Y/N just laying there asleep. Her hands had scraps all of them. Her arms had all sorts of bruises along with her face. She had blood stained on her upper lip and her head was wrapped in white bandages.

I went over and sat next to her holding her hand.

“So is she okay?” Tyler asked the doctor.

“She lost quite a bit of blood from hitting her head. She has 3 fractured ribs and she has a lot of bruising and scrapes. She will be okay, but we want to monitor her to make sure she doesn’t pass out again. She needs rest and pain medicine and she’ll be all good to go in a few weeks when those ribs heal.” he said.

The doctor left after a few more questions and I saw that Y/N was starting to wake up.

“J-Josh?” she questioned. Her voice was quiet and raspy.

“I”m right here baby.” I said kissing her on the hand.

“How you feeling kid?” Tyler asked walking over and rubbing a non-bruised part of your arm.

“Um, it hurts but I’m fine. Why are you here though? Did I mess up your show?”

“No Y/N you didn’t mess up anything. We’re here because we love you. You’re my sister and I would do anything for you.” Tyler said.

“Babe you didn’t mess anything up. You’re more important than a show. Everyone will understand.” Josh said.

“Hey guys, I just got off the phone from the police. They found one of the guys that hurt Y/N and arrested him. Then he turned in the other guys. They’re all in custody.” Jenna said entering the room.  

“Good, I was about to beat every drunk guy in L.A. for hurting my sister.” Tyler said and it made you laugh. When laughing it felt like your whole body was broken. you flinched slightly at the pain and it drew everyone’s attention to you.

“You okay Y/N?” Jenna asked.

“Yeah, I’m just in a lot of pain and tired.”

“I think it’s time we leave so you can sleep. I don’t think I’m gonna convince josh to leave your side though. We have a hotel across the street. Call me if you need anything.” Jenna said and Tyler and her said their goodbyes.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Once they left Josh sat a little closer to you pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I’m sorry I failed you Y/N. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you.” Josh said and you could hear the tears in his eyes.

“Josh look at me.” you said “you didn’t fail me. You’re always there for me. Nobody could have stop this. I’m okay.” he looked into your eyes and smiled.

“I’m glad you’re okay. I love you so much. I want you to rest and get better, okay?” he said getting up from where he was kneeling beside you.

“Wait don’t leave. I haven’t seen you in 3 weeks and I want to keep you close.”

“Well I don’t want you to have to move. I’ll be right over here on the couch.” he said and as he went to pull his hand away from you you tugged on his hand making him look at you.

You moved (painfully, but didn’t let it show)  in the bed so there was enough room for Josh to lay with you.

He smiled at you and laid next to you and held your hand kissing your head.

“I love you Y/N, so much.” Josh said as you start drifting off to sleep.

“I love you too. Thanks for be so amazing.” you said drowsily and then sleep took over the both of you.

#TommysCrush - Thomas Doherty x reader

Originally posted by ehdsisjado


Reminder that you all are beautiful and all your bodies are #body goals and no other assholes/motherfuckers can say otherwise and if they do call me i’ll bitch slap them it’s the best thing i do

WHooop WHOOopPP

Requested: Could you write a Thomas Doherty fic where she is his celebrity crush and he meets her at the Teen Choice Awards or something and Dylan and the rest of the Decedents cast tease him about it until he goes to talk to her and she admits she has a crush on him too?

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Summary: Y/N meets her crush in the 2017 Teen Choice Awards. Thomas meets his too.


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// woah anon take it easy and don’t strain yourself!! If you feel dizzy don’t overdo it! I hope you feel better! also; the flood gates have opened df up and you guys are flowing in lmao there’s so many cute requests including this agh you’ll all be the death of me!!

THEN WE HAVE THESE ANGST ANONS OVER HERE ASKING FOR MC DYING OR SOMETHING ON VALENTINE’S DAY AND NO STOP THAT NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS SADNESS AND DESPAIR GET BACK ILL GET THE PITCHFORK


Zen:

- He had plans to see a movie tonight with you, but he noticed how much more paler you looked– And how you sounded hoarse. As soon as you begin to sway before heading out the door, he knows you two need to stay home tonight. The movie could wait. Swoops you up so fast and runs back inside with you lmao

- You were very apologetic– But he quickly dismissed your ’ im sorries ’ and told you not to worry about anything. He went to the medicine cabinet and got a few brightly colored pills along side a glass of water, bringing you over to the bed and laying you down.

- He still had gifts for you, but he wanted you to try and rest up instead. You’d get a present after every nap! He exclaimed happily. He lays with you, running his fingers through your hair comfortingly as he brings a blanket up to your chin, tucking you in. You were uncomfortably hot– But you knew staying warm would be best. He’ll play a movie if you like– A romantic 80’s chick flick and you two eat valentines chocolate together in the dark. how lovely.

Jumin:


- He noticed you just didn’t seem right. He asked if everything was alright, which you assured him all was fine– You didn’t want to ruin tonight of all nights.

- But you couldn’t even make it out to the car! He had to catch you, it was frightening. He tells Driver Kim to head home, he was going to say in with you tonight.

- Despite your pleas, he sets you down on the couch and gets you some medicine. It was just another day, no big deal. You and him can get dinner again some other time. He gets you some water and your favorite chocolates– Not too much because he doesn’t want you to get even sicker. Cuddles with you and Elizabeth for the night, he’ll read to you if you’d like. Whatever you want too! No matter the rating lolol

Yoosung:

- Literally as soon as you start coughing he’s just “ are you OKAY ” and doesn’t want to leave without you taking something, but you’re so shaky and he cant have you going out like that– What if you faint or something bad like that in public? He’d be really scared. So tonight, you two are staying in. No arguing about it!

- He looks so cute in his tux and you’re still in fancy clothes so he’ll sit with you in bed with some candles and champagne– He barely even drinks it because he’s a lightweight, but he hopes it might help you sleep better.

- Turns on a movie and snuggles with you, you ask him not to get too close since you don’t want to get him sick but this man is a Risk Taker ™ so he’ll do it anyways. However he does end up getting sick so you two are ill for the next few weeks. Hey, at least it’s alone time?

Jaehee:

- She had everything planned out perfectly, she isn’t one for cliché gifts such as teddy bears or chocolate– Will get you a single red rose and a stunning rose gold bracelet as well as a dinner under the stars. But– sometimes everything doesn’t go accordingly. She knows you better than you know your own damn self so you better believe she knows you’re sick before you do.

- Goes into mom mode and won’t allow you to go out, its not fair to yourself as well as others to be out and about while ill. She promptly puts you back to bed, and says how dinner can wait for another night! She’ll be here with you anyways. Suggests watching one of Zen’s films ( preferably promiscuous jalapeño ) while she gets you something to eat, totally pampers you for the rest of the night.

Seven:

- He was so nervous about tonight, he spent a lot of time putting something together– but the moment he notices you’re ill he drops all that right away. Picks you up bridal style from the car– making horrible ambulance siren noises while running you back inside. No way you were going out sick! He didn’t want anything bad to happen.

- Tucks you full burrito mode into the bed and puts on a race car movie, not exactly romantic but that’s what makes it so cute. He offers to make you soup but he’s not the best at it. He tries though! Sneaks you chocolate even though he knows you shouldn’t have much. Doesn’t go overboard. Brings in a huge bouquet of flowers to your beside as a gift, good god seven hes acting as if youre dying

V:

- He was going the classic route, a dinner at your favorite place. Card, some gifts and flowers. He did have other plans to show you his love.. Material things aren’t always enough. But as soon as he cups your cheek to kiss you; you’re burning to the touch. He knows you’re sick right away, you beg him not to fuss– you’ll be fine, but he knows better. You shouldn’t push your body past it’s limits– you’ll only get sicker.

- He lays you down in bed, getting a thin blanket so you’re not too hot as well as a cold water bottle to place on your forehead. He strikes me as the dad friend who’s prepared for anything, so he totally has a fully stocked medicine cabinet. Gets you anything and everything needs your help so he doesn’t grab the wrong pill bottle though that would be bad and lots of affection throughout the night. Makes some amazing chicken soup that’s gonna want to make you get sick more often lmao

Saeran:

- Would be brutally honest, you look and feel sick MC. No sugar coating, flat out says we’re staying home. It’s actually what he wanted originally, there would be so many people out tonight.. He knew it would have been overwhelming for him and he wouldn’t be able to focus on you like he should be.

- Tells you to sleep it off, he’ll be here in the morning. You play the “ but it’s valentine’s day! ” card and he shushes you, it’s just a day. He can show his love to you whenever you want, there doesn’t need to be a day dedicated to it.. Thats silly. If you ask, he’ll snuggle with you. It’s risky since he’s prone to getting sick more easily than others, but he’ll risk it regardless. He had some.. Well, plans so to speak for tonight; but you and him can’t do something like that when you’re sick lolol

anonymous asked:

I went to a club with 4 girls. We drove there by car and afterwards we would all sleepover at the same house. At the club one of the girls and I made out (I'm bi and she's not). On the way back in the car I slowly started going up her skirt and fingering her while the other girls were sat right next to us. Back home we were to share a room with another girl (who fell asleep instantly). I ended up eating my friend out while our other friend was right next to us. Breakfast was something else...