are you her boyfriend

“*i wrote you a mini fic based on this photo, shhh don’t ask why, its cause i love you, and stalk your blog from the shadows….shhh you’re perfect and vegas gives me life, it keeps me feed and is all i need in life, and now i go to hide in te shadows once again*

Bri smiled looking at her sleeping boyfriend, soccer curled up against him, smiling she pulled her phone out snapping a photo 

‘If you post that anywhere you’ll regret it’ bri peeked over her phone catching the groggy brown eyed man staring at her

‘Oh really? And what if i just hit this…opps well twitter knows how cute you look asleep now’ bri smirked as daveed groaned causing soccer to jump off the bed, bri moved by the bed, yelping as her back hit the mattress her boyfriend hovering over her, hands holdingher waist

'Now you will be punished’ bri laughed quickly being cut off by a pair of all to familer lips on hers, hands moving from her waist to hold her wrists pinning her to the bed. 

Daveed smirked kissing down her jaw his teeth scraping against her neck causing a shiver through her

'Daveed…’ Her voice a whisper the fluffy haired man looked up before smirking he could hear her heart beat, see her squirming, he smirked before getting off her making his way out of there bedroom

'DAVEED! Really? Come on’ daveed laughed

'Punishment is cruel, no relief until after dinner’ with that he was out the door leaving bri in a slightly uncomfortable mess, sighing she felt soccer plop onto her stomach 

'Dad’s cruel isn’t he?’ The silence was the answer…bri huffed blowing air up to move her hair back sighing 

'Hate when he does this’ ah well at least she had after dinner to fantasize about and boy did she.” - @killerwithashotgun

aw thank you❤️️

Stop Staring At My Girlfriend // Josh Pieters

​Hey can you do an imagine where y/n is at her boyfriend josh’s flat taking a shower and you don’t realize that the whole buttercream squad came over and is now sitting in the living room on the couch and you walk in there completely naked in front of them all.

I hopped out of the shower feeling completely refreshed and make my way into Josh’s room. As I’m drying my hair with a towel, I search his bedroom for my phone and find that it’s not in here. Feeling annoyed that I left my phone in the living room, I walk there feeling completely comfortable being nude in his house. As I’m still drying my hair with the towel, I walk inside only to find that all of Josh’s friends are right in front of me, staring at my exposed body. I let out a shriek and cover myself with the towel in my hand.

“Babe, why didn’t you tell me the boys were coming over?” I yell at Josh, which confuses him and scares him a little.

“I thought you saw our messages?”

“My phones here that’s why I came to get it.”

“Stop staring at my girlfriend!” Josh yells at the boys which makes each and one of them jump, then cover their eyes with their hands while Joe starts scratching the back of his head whilst looking up at the ceiling.  I turn around and leave to go get dressed. I pulled on my leggings and a hoodie from Josh’s drawer and go back to the room they’re in to grab my phone.

They all look flustered by the time I come back, except Josh. He was livid. 

“Sorry Y/N,” Joe apologised whilst they all nod. I laugh a little, getting over my embarrassment. “If it helps, you’ve got an amazing body.” That earned a smack on each side of his shoulders from Josh and Caspar. 

“Jack, stop imagining Y/N naked!” Josh directed his yell towards Jack, who had a smirk on his face so Conor flicked his ear. 

“Mate, this is the first time in my life that I actually want to be you”, Jack replied to Josh, rubbing his ear while laughing. 

“Is she still naked?” Mikey asked, his hands still covering his eyes. 

“What’d I miss?” Appeared Oli from behind me, who just walked through the front door. 

“Oh mate, you are seriously the unluckiest person in this world, I feel so sorry for you.” Conor said, high fiving his brother. 

“One more time you crack a joke like this, I’m kicking you out.” Josh said, clearly annoyed from his mates, which confused Oli even more. I shook my head at their immaturity and walked out of the room whilst they filled Oli in what happened.

sorry this is short but i absolutely love this prompt i just had to do it hahaha! hope u enjoyed it guys 

I want adele to sing about how she wants to fuck her ex-boyfriend from “someone like you” cause he’s been drunk calling her after he broke up with the person he chose instead of her but she can’t cause she has to pick up her kid from cello class in Kent even though her husband is busy with his cycling buddies, but the girls’ book club was canceled on wednesday so she might be able to do then. 

but in all honesty, i’m actually really cheesed. i knew i wasn’t going to get it because when will this drama treat ah ro right? but 1. you don’t have ah ro continuing to be a wonhwa? 2. you have her waiting around for boyfriend? THAT’S IT???

that’s not the story this should be. 

it’s a testament to how much i love her and the otp that i still got emotional at the end though. my babiessssss. 

anonymous asked:

All of you're missing the point. The only reason you sit her and guess is because none of you respect the very real thing here, which is, Gillian could care less to let people into her private life unless they are her friend, family member, or lover. Last I checked none of the people on tumblr were any of those things to her. You guys look so dumb when you argue about a stranger's life like this, a stranger who doesn't even wish for you to know what she does in her private time. Leave her alone.

Yeah and than you want me to believe she told ppl at a book signing/meeting about her boyfriend?
So could you guys make up your minds already because on one side you claim she is to private and wouldn’t tell and than it’s said/reported that she talked about her boyfriend doing this and that…

And if you don’t like what I talk about on my blog you know where you can find the block button 🙃 bye bye 👋🏼

I looked through our conversations when we used to be on cloud nine and in love, these were the times you told me how lucky you are to have a girl like me, how thankful you are because you never received such love I was giving to you and whatever happens, you will never let me go. The words you said mean everything to me and it stabs my heart, realizing that these words mean nothing anymore. I can’t help myself but to cry my heart out till the sun has set. The pain is too heavy to bear, the love I believed to be true and different was gone. We used to be over the moon, but the present tells the opposite. This is stupid of me to say but, I won’t deny the fact that I miss you so much. I love you, I still do. But somehow, I’ve come with the thought that I can’t do anything anymore, I need to let you go because it’s the right thing to do. I’ve decided to finally move on and this would be the last time I would cry over you because there was nothing left to hold on to and I can’t hold on to something that doesn’t want to be held.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry because I was the reason why you let things end. I’m sorry for the terrible mistake I made, I never blamed you for deciding to end this because you were hurt and I understand. I only have myself to blame. But, I was hoping you would’ve understood, that I did it for us. I always feared the day would come, the day you will finally won’t take back the words you’ve said. I’m sorry for the other things that have hurt you, for the things that made you cry, jealous and mad. 

Thank you. I’m thankful that I met you because you have given me a temporary bliss. I laughed and smiled because of you. Somehow, you made me feel loved and beautiful in a short period of time. Thank you for the good days: the days we felt unstoppable like we’re flying high, when holding your hand felt like home, leaning on your shoulders made me feel secure and hearing your voice sound like the angels are singing. It was worth it, being loved and loving you. Thank you for making me realize how capable I am to love someone. You proved forever within a number of days. You were the greatest and worst thing ever happen to me. 

Goodbye. This will be the last time that I will write you a message, I’ll accept the fact that some things are meant to end, even though I used to believe that you won’t let that happen. I did everything I could to make you stay, but I guess your life no longer includes me because, you’re happy now and I can see that clearly. You already found a love that’s all the things ours couldn’t be. I hope you find overwhelming joy by her side, I hope she won’t hurt you and make you cry. I hope for the best for the both of you. It hurts but I’ve accepted the painful truth that I am just a distant memory now. I don’t regret loving you, but what I regret is that I let myself believe that this would last.

I won’t forget you and the memories, I will always keep you alive in my heart. I’ll just get used to not having you in my life anymore. Deep within my heart knows getting over you won’t be simple. I need to stop loving you so I can start loving myself again. You were a painful blessing, but you were also a great lesson. I guess you’re just another chapter of my life needed to end. I still and will pray for your safety and happiness even though I’m in pain right now, I still believe you deserve the best. I hope you find everything in her that you couldn’t find in me. You will always be my greatest love.

—  S.L // unsent last message

You ask everybody you know: How long does it usually take to get over it?

There are many formulas. One year for every year you dated. Two years for every year you dated. It’s just a matter of will power: The day you decide it’s over, it’s over. You never get over it.

—  Junot Díaz, This is How You Lose Her

Your eyes weren’t blue as the ocean. Your hair wasn’t stroked through. Your shirt wasn’t always tucked in. Your smile didn’t always make me smile. Your words didn’t always make mine stutter.
Your eyes were brown which shone through and told many stories.
Your hair reminded me of that cheekiness that you always had.
Your shirt smelt like you had rolled in beautiful flowers for hours.
Your smile reminded me that I was safe. You were happy. And I was safe.
When I heard you speak, you did not make me want to scream. You did not scare me. I never turned away from you. I guess your words calm me down.
You’re my home. You may not seem perfect to anyone else but you’re my home.
You are my home.
—  excerpt from a book I will never write #36
I swore I wouldn’t let a person define my happiness, but fuck..
—  1:28am

Jack Zimmermann had a giant crush on Lardo when he first met her