Request by @mr-robot-x : How would Jeff react when the reader dies in the accident instead of him. Clay and Justin support him.
A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, i listened to soooo many sad songs while writing this and idek how many times i watched my baby Jeff’s death scene and cried. Two of my friends read this and they cried. WE NEED TO PROTECT MY BABY, HE IS TOO PURE FOR THIS CRUEL WORLD
Saturn - Sleeping at last
If I die young - The band perry (iconic song in my opinion)
My immortal - Evanescence
People help the people - Birdy
Moments - One Direction
The whole playlist for 13rw
It was never supposed to happen this way. It should have been me! If that stupid stop sign wasn’t down and if I wasn’t drunk maybe things wouldn’t have ended this way.
*flashback* Y/N POV
As you got ready for the first party of the year, settling on a black romper and flats, you get a text from Jeff.
”be there by 20:30 x”
As you finished doing your hair, you heard your parents and who you presumed to be Jeff. As you walked into the kitchen it was as if he could sense your presence because he turned to you and flashed you a smile that was reserved only for you. You stood next to him and he wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed a loving kiss on your forehead. The drive to Jessica’s house was in a comfortable silence, with you humming to the tune of whatever song was on the radio and Jeff focusing on the road and having his hand resting on your leg.
You both stayed together for the duration of the party, as usual. You decided it was best that you not drink seeing that Jeff decided to play beer pong and someone will have to be the designated driver. You saw Clay and Hannah together and it looked like things were going well. Anyone could see that they liked each other if you paid enough attention. It seemed like the two were just waiting for the other to make the first move. Jeff was really doing a good deed by helping Clay, and from what you’ve heard, Hannah deserves happiness after everything the people at this school has put her through.
It was getting late, so you decided it be best that you and Jeff leave before he gets too drunk, knowing that he will regret it tomorrow morning. As you drove, Jeff filled the silence, “We should go for breakfast tomorrow”, he spoke. You smiled at him, “How about lunch? I don’t think your hangover is going to let you leave bed before 10″, you looked at him and laughed. But you were cut short by the sound of screeching tyres and crash, and everything suddenly went black.
You could hear a voice scream your name, no wait two voices. “y/n wake up, baby please just move, open your eyes. Do something so i know you’re okay please.” Jeff. “Jeff we have to get you out!” said the second voice. “NO! She needs to be okay Clay!” Clay, it’s Clay. You tried, you really tried to move but it was like you were stuck in cement. You wanted to just wrap your arms around Jeff and tell him that everything was going to be okay. That’s when you heard the sirens, the ambulance, Jeff still calling out your name. It pained you to hear him call and you not being able to do anything. It all sounded so distant, it sounded like it was happening miles away from the place you were. But what you heard next didn’t feel distant, it felt like it was being screamed into your ear. “Driver, female, late teens, time of death: 00:26.″
*present* Jeff’s POV
It’s been three days. Three days since I lost her. As I walk into school, everyone looks at me with sympathy and there’s road safety posters plastered everywhere. Are you fucking kidding me? “follow the rules of the road”, “road safety isn’t a joke.” Maybe if the fucking stop sign was up she would still be here.
“Jeff, wait up”
“I’m not gonna ask how you’re holding up, but you’re my friend and I need to know if you’re gonna be okay at school.”
“I don’t know anymore, there was this part of me hoping she would be there waiting at my locker like she usually does, standing there with open arms ready to tell me it was all a nightmare and that she wouldn’t leave me.”
“Hey listen, everything becomes too much, just tell me and we can put our lessons on hold.”
“No, no don’t do that. She believed in me Clay, she always believed I would would get my grades up and play again and I can at least do that for her.”
“Jeff you know I’m always gonna be here okay? Just don’t do anything you’ll regret, just talk to me okay?”
“yeah thanks Clay”
*2 months later*
She would be proud, y/n would be proud. I got my grades up and coach is going to let me play again. I just wish she was her to see this. “And now stepping up to the plate, Liberty High’s golden boy has returned, Jeff Atkins!”
As I walked onto the field I felt like everything was coming together. I took my position, ready to use all my built up anger and frustration and hit the ball. That’s when I heard it, I looked into the crowd to see where that voice came from but no one was there. I shook it off and got into position again, then there she was, the biggest smile and cheering me on from “her spot” in the crowd and i froze, the bat falling to my feet as i stood there staring at the place she would always stand during my games.
“Jeff! hey man what happened? you good?” someone said as they placed their hand on my shoulder, forcing me to move my gaze from the crowd. “She was there, I heard her voice and I thought I saw her Justin.” “Jeff she’s not there, I’m sorry.” “She was always at my games, she wouldn’t miss any of them. She was my lucky charm.” “Jeff there’s something you need to know about the night of the accident. I-uh Hannah said something after she died, but I can’t say anything. Sheri is the only one who can tell you what really happened that night….”
Yay im adding 13rw to my list of imagine… things anyways
I hope this is good because I legit love jeff but tony is my fav… and HE DESERVED BETTER and this takes place before Hannah and Jeff…. *cries*
Most of the time, you were the one in the relationship to get extremely mad. Sometimes your boyfriend Jeff was too nice for you, too calm for everything and that made you angry sometimes. Especially when you wanted him to yell and let his true feelings out. You could see veins throbbing in his muscular body when you two fought and it made you worried that one day he would explode. You wanted Jeff to get mad at you because it worried you if he didn’t.
And one day you had enough. You two (more like just you) had been fighting over the fact that Jeff seemed to be spending more time with Clay and his other friends more than he had been with you, and all Jeff could do was sigh and tell you he was sorry.
“Y/N, baby I’m sorry. Clay’s been hanging out with Hannah and I know he likes her and I just want him to be happy. He hasn’t liked someone this much since kinder.” Jeff said as he watched you pace in the library, where Clay had just left from after helping him with his paper.
There he was, giving valid excuses. Excuses that you actually thought were cute and didn’t want to stop, but you were so angry that he just didn’t tell you off. You would have liked it better. You hated that you were the bad guy in the relationship.
“Come on, baby.” Jeff said, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms around you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you stared ahead. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you to the movies tonight if you want? I’ll skip one practice just for you. The new Ouija movie came out yesterday and I know you want to see it.”
You felt the heat bubble under your skin as you thought of his kindness, and when you didn’t answer Jeff placed a kiss on your temple. “You know I would spend more time with you if I could, Y/N. Please…”
“Jeff, stop!” You said sharply, pulling away. He looked at you while his jaw tightened. You could tell he was angry that you were still angry. You knew he hated that he was being honest and you were still being a bitch, and you hated yourself for walking away too.
You ran out of the library, running at the back of Clay’s retreating backside, calling out his name. “Clay, wait up!”
Clay turned around with his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open slightly. “Hey, Y/N… weren’t you just fighting with Jeff?”
“Jensen when you witness someone get into a fight you don’t ask questions three seconds later.” You sighed, before laughing at his expression.
“Right.” He said, nodding and then continuing to walk. You walked with him, only glancing back slightly to see that Jeff was standing at the door of the library with his arms crossed.
You turned away quickly. “You want to go to Rosie’s with me? My treat.” You asked Clay, fixing your shirt.
“Uh, well,” Clay looked back as well but you stayed looking ahead. “I have work at seven so…”
“It doesn’t take that long to eat a meal, Jensen. Come on.” You hooked your elbow with his and put on a fake smile, beginning to tease him about Hannah, who just so happened to be one of your new friends.
It had been a few days since your fight with Jeff, and since then you had been ignoring him to your greatest extent. You wanted him to confront you, to tell you you were being a bitch, which three people had told you so far. You wanted Jeff to act normal. But yet despite the severe case of bitchiness you were showing him, Jeff still went out of his way to send you goodnight, goodmorning, and just in general cute texts. He kept apologizing, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to be a human and get angry and yell, sometimes his perfect collect and physique got you. Sometimes it made you feel insecure because you weren’t like Jeff and you felt like you didn’t deserve him. Jeff deserved better.
But on this particular day, after three consecutive days that you had been ignoring Jeff, you guessed it got too much for him. It was after a baseball game, and the minute that the game had ended and Jeff had won the game for the team you shot out of your seat like the rest of the crowd, yelling loudly.
You threw your half eaten hot dog to the ground and ran off of the bleachers as the baseball team was walking to the locker rooms. Bryce Walker, a friend of Jeff’s, was walking right in front of your smiling boyfriend, both of them covered in red dirt and giving high fives away like candy.
“Bryce!” You yelled out, catching the attention of both men. This was your last try at getting Jeff mad. At giving him a chance to explode on you. At being a little less perfect.
“Y/N?” Bryce said with a little confusion and a lot of excitement. He held out his arms hesitantly and you shrugged before giving him a giant hug, laughing loudly.
“Good game, Bryce! You did good out there.” Your eyes went wide when his hands lingered too low on your waist, instantly pushing him a little with laughter. “Any plans for celebration? I’ve got weed.”
Bryce raised his eyebrows and grinned, twisting his bat in his hands. “Wow, didn’t know you smoked, Y/N! Well me and the guys are getting together for a little fun stuff. The hot tub will definitely be put to good use. Any chance you wanna share the stuff?”
You could see Jeff out of the corner of your eye, his neck and temple throbbing with veins. He was getting angry. You still ignored him.
“Hell yeah, I’ve got a new two piece I have to show off.” You winked cheekily and Bryce coughed loudly.
“Of course your boyfriend would be coming too.” He said while glancing at Jeff.
It all happened in a flash, one second you were walking next to Bryce and the next there was the clatter of a bat and you were swept off of your feet and thrown over someone’s back. It was Jeff and he was completely ditching his route to the locker rooms and was carrying you the direction of the parking lot, which was slowly clearing out.
“We still on?” Bryce called out.
You nodded while struggling in Jeff’s tight grip. Jesus, you had a good view of his ass and muscular arms. “Fuck,” You cursed. “Jeff, ease up a bit on the grip, I bruise easily.”
Jeff said nothing but obliged to your request, his breathing hard and fast. Honestly, you were scared a little bit. You knew this is what you had wanted, but you didn’t exactly know what was in store for you. Was he going to break up with you? Murder you and throw your body in a ditch. Angry Jeff was unpredictable because he hardly ever existed.
When you two arrived at his car he set you down a little roughly, throwing his baseball cap off of his head and running his fingers through his hair. “What did I do?” He asked softly despite his rough demeanor.
You thought you had heard wrong. “What?”
“WHAT DID I DO?” Jeff yelled loudly, his face going red. “WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE YOU SO COLD TOWARDS ME! I LOVE YOU, BUT Lately you’ve been acting like such a- such a- BITCH!”
Part of you was relieved that he had called you that, but not when the guilt suddenly ate his features. “NO- no, Jeff! It wasn’t you oh MY GOD! It was me, Jeff, I was a bitch, I am a bitch don’t apologize.”
“No, you’re not oh my God, I’m so-”
“JEFF! Please don’t apologize! Do something! Call me names, yell at me, look at this point I don’t care! Punch me, let out your anger, Jeff! God, I hate seeing you like this, angry but you don’t do anything.”
Jeff was confused, his chest heaving. “Baby, you know i hate being angry. It makes me feel like a bad person.”
You let out a huge breath of air as you turned around in a circle, tugging at the roots of your hair. “Jeff,God, Jeff does that mean I’m a bad person? Jeff, you’re human it’s okay to be mad and it’s okay to yell every once in a while. Do you know how it makes me feel when you can do everything with so much kindness and positivity? It makes me feel insecure because I’m not as pure as you and I’m a big bitch. God, I love you, Jeff, but please just get angry at me. It is my fault.”
Jeff stood there for a second, staring at you and processing your words. His eyes gazed over your face and you shifted uncomfortably after a second. Then, without warning he surged forward and kissed you sweetly and despite his sweaty hands and body he tasted like mint.
When he pulled back he smiled and shook his head. “You ignored me for three whole days because you were angry that I never get angry? That’s kind of ridiculous, babe. Listen, I do these things, I put up with you even when you’re irrational because I know you feel bad when you do it. I know that it doesn’t matter how long it takes you always apologize. Let me guess this way your last attempt?”
You grumbled slightly because Jeff was grinning down at you now, his hands on your shoulders as his fingers squeezed you lightly. “Yes.”
“Baby, in so many ways it makes you better than me, because I bottle those emotions up. One day I told my mom off because I was angry at Zach and I didn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t know that breaking my lucky bat was wrong because he thought I was okay with it, because I didn’t get angry. Please, Y/N, don’t feel insecure with me. We’re both a little rusty on our humanity skills baby.”
You nodded and Jeff did so too, placing his forehead across yours as he smiled before enveloping your lips in his, his teeth grazing your bottom lip teasingly. “I love you, Jeff.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
“More than anything in the world.” You both said together before kissing once more.
“Now let me tell you how hot you look when you’re yelling, Jeff.”
❛ i don’t have time for a relationship. do you know how many books i need to read? ❜ ❛ i think it’s hilarious when people tell me i’m laid back because i’ve pretty uch been screaming nonstop in my head since like fifth grade ❜ ❛ coming out of my cage and i’ve been doing just… not good ❜ ❛ i’m a piece of shit, but it’s fine ❜ ❛ how i am supposed to have a lit summer with $4.65 ❜ ❛ i’m a huge fan of space; both outer and personal ❜ ❛ and to your left, you can see me, ruining everything ❜ ❛ any full cast musical number can be a solo if you believe hard enough ❜ ❛ kinda hungry, kinda horny, kinda tired, kinda wanna get a tattoo ❜ ❛ no amount of under eye concealer can cover up how tired i am of this world ❜ ❛ i’m ready for autumn, but not autumn responsibilities ❜ ❛ today i’m wearing a lovely shade of i slept like shit so don’t piss me off ❜ ❛ i’m not making enough boys nervous ❜ ❛ i really want my last words to be ‘hey, wanna see a dead body?’ ❜ ❛ don’t you hate it when money goes away when you spend it? ❜ ❛ i’m always a slut for conspiracy theories ❜ ❛ i wanna make a diss track about myself ❜ ❛ true friendship is bullying your friends into watching the tv shows you watch ❜ ❛ i’d be such a good girlfriend/boyfriend/s.o. you’re all missing out ❜ ❛ sorry i was late. i can’t conceptualize time. ❜ ❛ fuck what the aliens said ❜ ❛ sometimes it physically pains me to hold back my sarcastic comments ❜ ❛ if outfit repeating was a crime i would be sentenced to life without parole ❜ ❛ does anyone have ten thousand dollars they don’t want? ❜ ❛ i want a sugar daddy, but i know nicki minaj wants me to be independent ❜ ❛ i stress about stress before there’s even stress to stress about ❜ ❛ i don’t have plans for tonight or the rest of my life if anyone wants to have a drink or get married ❜ ❛ tbh sometimes you just gotta let me be dramatic because i will get over it, but let me be dramatic first. ❜ ❛ painfully average looking with a great sense of humor and always down to get drunk ❜ ❛ if we date, you have to hold my hand in the car. no exceptions. ❜ ❛ in an unfortunate development, i am now awake ❜ ❛ you’re hella bomb, hella cute, and anyone would be hella lucky to have you ❜ ❛ kinda hurt, kinda offended, kinda not planning on saying anything about it ❜ ❛ trying to embarrass me is so unnecessary. i do it to myself just fine. ❜ ❛ if you don’t think i’m a princess then you’re 100% right. i’m the fucking queen. ❜ ❛ fuck summer. i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october. ❜ ❛ lana may have fucked her way up to the top, but i am bullshitting my way up to the middle ❜ ❛ i don’t want to get involved in the drama, i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened ❜ ❛ so… do you want to watch 49.7 hours of parks and recreation with me? ❜ ❛ i hit rock bottom like every two weeks ❜ ❛ can someone please be proud of me? like fuck, i’m trying. ❜ ❛ give me a few days to overthink about it ❜ ❛ can i sell my feelings on ebay? i don’t want them anymore. ❜ ❛ i’m really fucking sarcastic for someone who’s about to start crying most of the time ❜ ❛ when does hibernation start because i am 100% participating in that ❜ ❛ don’t you hate it when you wake up and you’re awake ❜ ❛ i lowkey just wanna make sure you’re happy as fuck ❜ ❛ i literally have no idea what i’m gonna do if i don’t end up rich ❜ ❛ you know you’re in deep when you love listening to them talk and you get attached to their voice ❜ ❛ no offense, but when is it my turn for someone to be in love with me ❜ ❛ i’m an asshole with a really big heart ❜ ❛ i have to be funny because being hot is not an option ❜ ❛ can i apologize in advance for basically everything i will ever do ❜ ❛ okay that’s cool, but consider the following: snuggling with me until i fall asleep ❜ ❛ please handle me with care. i am a very sleepy and soft creature. ❜ ❛ drunk me is the me i really want to be. confident, hilarious, and most importantly, drunk. ❜
Summary: You always knew life with the Winchesters was crazy. But when Sam brings back home a three-year-old Dean, you begin to question your own sanity…
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester
Word count: 2163
Warnings: Some language. Fluff and crack. Crack and fluff. Mentions of sex because Dean’s a cheeky bastard. That’s all I think.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @trexrambling and @wheresthekillswitch “Crack Challenge”. Ladies, thank you so much for letting me participate, this has been one very interesting ride.
Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for coming up with a very important (and hilarious) detail about this. And for putting up with my whiny self. She’s a hero, really.
Now, my prompt for this was “I’ll give you three seconds to stop doing that” and is included in bold in the text below. Honestly, this is my first time doing something like this but I think I like what I’ve got.
Without further ado. Enjoy <3
You hated the
hated it, ever since you were a kid, but now, after you’ve spent years of your
life filled with noise and cries and laughter, filled with arguments and
bickering about whose turn it was to go for a supply run, or short, angry
snarls and whispered promises in a dark room when it was
just you and Dean, that absence of sound, of speech, made everything worse.
You stared at the
clock on the wall and bit on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
wrong. You could feel it. You didn’t know how, or why –the details weren’t
important anyway. What really mattered was that Dean hadn’t called since that
morning and that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach that just wouldn’t go away.
Maybe you should
The sound of the
bunker’s door being opened then closed interrupted your thoughts and, before you knew it, you were practically running
towards the library, eyes wide and senses alert, until your leg gave
out and you stumbled into the doorframe, muttering expletives under your breath.
“Hi there, Y/N.”
Sam greeted you with an amused smile. “I’m glad you’re so happy to see me.”
“Oh, shut up. I was worried. How did the hunt go? Why didn’t you call? Are you injured?
youngest Winchester chuckled, all delight and waggishness, “one question
at a time, champ.”
eyes, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion; despite his playfulness and confident
swagger, you could see the way his smile seemed a bit too forced and his
forehead puckered just a tiny little
“Where is Dean?”
“Um,” he started,
rocking back and forth on his heels, “about that.”
“Sam.” you tried
again, a bit more forceful. “Where is
And then, right before
he could actually reply, a little kid
with blonde hair and green eyes gripped on Sam’s leg and swam into view,
wearing what was supposed to be one of Dean’s shirts and, oh, God, this was not happening.
this is what they mean when they say there’s one trade that triggers the rest of them. the ben bishop was that trade. once one guy does it the rest are like “okay guess it’s okay to make these now.” it’s like the hockey version of being scared to turn your exam in first except children are crying and everything is on fire.
This is the episode right after Chuck discovers the crushing revelation that Blair is pregnant with Louis’ child. It’s this discovery that finally awakens him from the bubble of self-destructive lack of emotion that he put himself into in order to cope with the pain of his breakup with Blair and everything that followed. Still, when Chuck and Blair run into each other on the street the next day, they fall back into talking like they always do. Chuck literally stops her in the street to seriously ask if she’s okay. Even though he was shaken by the news, he’s more concerned about Blair’s well-being. How she is and whether she’s okay is always what’s most important to him. I think that’s a big theme for them throughout the series. Even when they’re not together or they’re at their lows, they’re always there for each other and concerned about one another. There’s also an ease to their relationship that shows how comfortable they are with each other. I love this little scene because it demonstrates the support and comfort they always find in each other, whether they’re together or not.
Request: Could you please write a headcannon about Peter dating a reader with anxiety?
•Him researching EVERYTHING about anxiety right after you tell him
•Him being a little nervous when he thinks you’re beginning panic
•Not knowing what to do at first
•Through trial and error he figures out that the best thing for you is for him to remain calm
• and not panicking along with you
• “okay it’s fine okay omg omg omg okay OMG”
•by some miracle he’s able to help you
•every time you feel your anxiety get bad you try and find him
• him calming you down almost expertly
• “hey, hey look at me, you’re fine”
• “tell me the colour of your eyes”
• “what’s my middle name”
• once he grounds you from your attack he brings you into the tightest hug
• him being extra cautious about/around things that make you feel anxious
• you being on edge every time he goes to fight crime
• “I’ll come back to you when I’m done. I promise”
•counting down the time until he comes back
• him keeping his promise
•even if he’s beaten and broken
• “I said I’d come back to you, I didn’t say unharmed!”
•"…. I’m sorry"
•him taking you into consideration with every decision he makes
• him having lowkey anxiety when it comes to you and your safety
•you coming first before anyone else
•except for aunt May though
•well you’re both up there
• whenever he thinks you might be feeling a little anxious he’d slip his hand into yours
• plus back rubs
•any contact with you he feels like he’s helping
• you kind of worrying that you’re a bit of a burden to him
• “you do love me right?”
• “what kind of a question is that?”
• “Of course I love you. I love every part of you.”
A/n: I tried. I did all I could with my knowledge of anxiety. I am SORRY IF ITS WRONG OR IF IT SUCKS ILL WRITE YOU OTHER THINGS I PROMSE.
Hey guys! So, I wanted to make this post for a long time. Sometimes we are our own enemies and it’s so easy to get caught in fighting against yourself, and I want to be a new person and become someone that is content with who they are. A part of me wants to look back on this when I am feeling bad again and read everything I have written here, like a little reminder of my own, you know? With that, I hope you walk away feeling okay and content, like I hope to do, because that is my goal: for all of us to be okay with ourselves and our lives even on days when it feels like it won’t be.
Be proud of your art, because it matters.
Whatever you choose to create, know that is great and you should not look to others to find what is inside of yourself. So often, it is as if you look around and feel you are not good enough, because you may feel you are behind the curve of others you admire. But, in a way, that is perfectly okay to be behind the curve. Every writer, artist, poet, dancer, and singer did not start with an abundance of skill. They worked at what they loved to create to become your inspiration. Take personal notes from them and find who you want to be as a creator, on your own terms. And down the line, when you become who you want to be, you can become someone else’s inspiration. Where that begins is being proud of what you create, and finding the confidence within you to be your own great writer, your own great singer, or your own great poet. First and foremost, be your own inspiration. Be your first inspiration because it matters. Create your art because it matters.
It is okay to be alone.
For the longest time, alone and lonely have been exclusive to each other. And that is not true. Loneliness sucks. It is one of the worst feelings to have nobody to truly reach out to when you have a bad day, or even a great day. Loneliness is the feeling when you walk around and feel as though you are the only one in the world without someone to share your stories with, your words, your passions. But, aside from the pain of being lonely, you have the opportunity to be alone with yourself and love it. Find what makes you great on your own. I am not saying that you should not be understandably upset because you are lonely, but maybe it is a sign that you need to become the best version of yourself first. Find what is making you unhappy alone, and change it. That way, when you meet others, you will be the greatest you possible. Just remember, it is okay to be alone. It is okay to be alone at home on a Friday night, to eat at a restaurant alone, and to go to a movie alone. The best company is yourself, because nobody can or will know you better than you.
Don’t doubt your positivity/optimism.
There were so many moments in 2016 that questioned your faith, your beliefs, your hope, and your optimism. With everything that went wrong, personally or externally, it was hard to feel the space of your comfort being shaken, but that’s okay. You stayed strong through to this year, and that is what is important. Be optimistic for the future. Do not believe hope ends when there are moments of doubt and struggle. See the good in people, in unfortunate events, in life. Sometimes that space of comfort needs to be stirred to rattle that optimism inside you, to light the fire that keeps you optimistic, and to motivate you. So let it be stirred. Keep that fire alive.
It is okay to fail, or not achieve perfection.
Perfection is impossible. Nobody is perfect. You may look at someone from the outside and see perfection, but there is always something someone is fighting, no matter how small or big that thing is. And I understand. Failing sucks. It is horrible to feel inadequate at something or feel less than because you slipped and fell. It’s as though you can’t get up without the shadow of that failure beside you. Don’t believe in that. Your failures and imperfections are there to remind you that you are simply you and there is nobody in the world who does something once and instantly gets it right. That is impossible, just like perfection. Nobody is instantly great at everything they try at. And that is the whole point of failure: the act of trying. If you’re trying, you’re doing something.
Who you are throughout your life is not completely defined by what is out there.
I am talking about strangers, celebrities, media, and even family and friends. You are not your parents, or your friends, or celebrities. You have tons of opportunities to be your own person, with your own thoughts and feelings about what is going on around you. You have a way to make in the world, and it is only made through where you choose to go. Nothing in a magazine, movie, or someone else’s words can or should change how you feel about yourself, or change who you are as a person. When you wake up, you are yourself, so it is important to know who you are and not let things outside of your own influence take you down. It’s unhealthy and a disservice to yourself. Don’t rely so much on what is outside of yourself, because you live in one set of skin your whole life. Don’t spend it worrying about fitting into a box created by something or someone else.
They are out there.
Yes, they. The people that will understand you and love who you are. They will find you, or you will find them. It may take a bit of waiting, but it will be worth it. Maybe “they” are friends, or significant others, or maybe even family, but the point is to know that you won’t be alone forever. You’re not gonna keep your emotions, your passions, or your thoughts inside of yourself forever. You’ll find the ones that will be glad to listen, who will love to hear from you, and will be glad you are beside them. Like I said, it may take some waiting, but nothing worthwhile is instantly gratified.
You won’t notice it.
You won’t realize things have changed until they have already been changed. While sadness seems to remind you of its presence, happiness can blindside us. Once you’ve achieved what you want to achieve and done the things you’ve set out to do, you won’t understand it has gotten better and you have moved on until you’re already moving. As I said before, be patient; instant gratification is never as good as people say it feels. That moment where you look back and realize you’re in a better place than before is coming, and it’s gonna feel fucking great.
There will be shitty times. But, you are gonna be okay.
It’s easy to fall into believing things won’t be okay. Maybe it’s the day you’ve been having, or the people around you are bringing you down. And yes, things will be shitty for awhile. Whether that “awhile” is a few minutes, a few days, or a few months. But, you should not forget things will be okay, and you are gonna be okay. You have everything you need inside of yourself, even if it feels like you don’t in those shitty moments. Don’t let yourself fall into a space where you believe you won’t be okay, because you will. Things will be okay. For all of my hallmark advice and words that could be put on a self-help card, you will find the friends, moments, and everything in between that will remind you it all will be okay.
They are all brothers. Yes I know, they don’t look alike and that is because their father is a man whore. So god damn can we just appreciate them for a bit?
The one on the floor, wearing white, is Mei Taratino. He is a world famous pianist and Jesus Christ he is a cinnamon roll who needs protection. He deserves your love. Can we appreciate his beautiful facial features tho? Look how his waves gently falls on his face. God he is eatable.
The one sitting on the couch handle shit, is Shizuka Kira. He is a supermodel and he is such a sweetie. He is a whore for sneakers and honestly SAME. We don’t have a route for him yet but hopefully soon D:
The one fixing his hair is Rei Shindo. He doesn’t have a route either but he seems like the sweet guy right! But fucker seems controlling and I want to know more about Rei.
NOW THE NEXT THREE BROTHERS ARE ALL MY HUSBANDS SO LETS GO IN ORDER.
HUSBAND #3 IS THE FUCKER IN THE GREY OZZING OUT SEX APPEAL. TOMA MOTHER FUCKING KIRA. Look at that jaw, its perfect to ride his face. Sorry I’m frustrated LMAO, he is honestly the sweetest. He comes off harsh but his intentions are pure. His past haunts him and I love this sweet baby.
HUSBAND #2 IS THE FUCKER WITH THE SMIRK AND HIS CROSSED LEGS. FIST ME PAPI. HIS NAME IS CHIAKI KIRA. GOD DAMN BITCH. IM THIRSTY FOR HIM. OKAY HE IS PROBLEMATIC. In the beginning he uses you for the typical excuse of not wanting to be something okay. People take it the wrong way, but people are just hating on him. I love everything about Chiaki and his route is hilarious. He is relatable for being lazy as fuck and when he screams the screen shakes and its adorable.
HUSBAND #1 NOW THE SEXY CLOWN LOOKING LIKE HE STEPPED OUT OF A BOX OF LUCKY CHARMS NAME IS MINAMI KIRA. THIS FUCKING GOOF BALL IS FUCKING EVERYTHING FOR ME. OKAY IS THE TOP PROBLEMATIC OUT OF THE WHOLE BROTHERS. OKAY some people bash on him because they don’t realize the emotional damage this man has gone through. His route is extra angst and I fell in love with him. I don’t excuse his actions but I must give credit where credit is due, he stopped it. You may not understand but if you play his route, try to understand him.
Anonymous said: Omg, please tell me there’s gonna be a part 3 to the grammys???? You can’t leave that kinda cliff hanger!!!! Dosh Josh behave or not, do Tyler and Jenna figure out what’s going on?? Please, please, please tell us!!!???
*continued female reader, smut, last segment to this trilogy
Normally, you two would’ve just gone home and fucked each other senseless. You would’ve teased each other the entire ride home and then gotten in the bedroom and let loose. You would’ve definitely had quite a night. However, it didn’t go quite as anticipated or planned. After dinner, which to your surprise, both of you behaved fairly well, and Jenna and Tyler didn’t quite let the two of you off the hook. “I don’t want this night to end,” Tyler sighed. “I feel like I’m on the top of the world.”
“I’m so proud of you guys,” you agreed. “You could literally take on anything now.”
“You’ve already tackled so many other challenges, you’re basically unstoppable!” Jenna grinned.
“Hell, who knows. Maybe we’ll win the Olympics next,” Josh joked.
“We’ll start training tomorrow,” Tyler teased. “No but really, I don’t want this night to end. We should go see a movie or walk around town or something. I know it’s late, but I’m still super high on life.”
“That sounds like a plan,” Jenna smiled. “What do you guys think?”
Josh and you looked at each other, and you could tell in his eyes he was still yearning for what you had planned later. You were about to make up a lie about how you still didn’t feel too well when Tyler interrupted you. “Hold on, I’m getting a call,” Tyler explained, putting his phone up to his ear.
“Who is it?” Jenna wondered.
“Josh, it’s your mom!” Tyler laughed. “Hold on, Laura, I’m going to put you on speaker.”
“What?” you hissed angrily, jabbing Josh in the arm. “You have the time to sext me in the middle of dinner but you can’t even give your mom a quick phone call?”
“Hi boys!” she greeted happily. “I’m so proud of you!”
“Yeah mom,” Josh chuckled, giving you a look as to drop the subject. “Thanks.”
“We have a little surprise for you!” she explained. “I’m going to send an address to where the party is and I want you all to come. I think you already ate but there’s some snacks and stuff.”
“What are you talking about?” Josh wondered. “You’re all in Los Angeles? Right now?”
“Kelly set it up,” she explained. “I just helped. Tyler’s parents helped and Zack and Jay are here, Jordan too, everyone really. Even Ashley and Abby and Madison. They all headed over after the awards.”
“Mom,” Josh stated. “We’re at dinner right now.”
“I know, I know,” she reassured. “But after you guys are done, just come over here. We rented out a nice little place. Everyone’s waiting for you boys, and your lovely women too.”
“I think it’s a great idea,” you quickly chimed in. “It’s a perfect celebration.”
“She’s right,” Jenna agreed. “Come on, Josh. Let’s drag out the happy all night long.”
“Just a small party,” Tyler shrugged. “Right?”
“Fine,” Josh complied, glancing at you, frustrated. “We’ll head over soon mom.”
“Thank you,” she giggled. “Can’t wait to see you all. Love you.”
“Love you!” you all responded before Josh hung up and handed Tyler the phone.
“You never told me your mom set up a party for us,” Josh laughed.
“I never knew,” Tyler replied. “Evidently she did.”
“You’d think Jordan would tell me,” Josh rolled his eyes.
“I guess not,” Tyler sighed. “Well we better hurry over.”
“Yeah,” Jenna nodded. “Let’s get the bill and head out soon.”
As soon as you and Josh got in the car, he blew up. “I can’t believe my mom would do that!” he groaned aloud, forcefully sticking the keys in the ignition and pulling out of the parking lot. “You think she’d just want me to spend the night with you, but no!”
“Josh calm down,” you put a hand on his shoulder but he jerked it away.
“No! You don’t understand!” he muttered. “I’ve literally been dying all dinner long.”
“Then maybe we can do something quick,” you suggested. “Before we get to the party.”
“I just want to fuck you,” he whispered, glancing at you. “Really, really, really bad.”
“They flew all the way here from Columbus,” you insisted.
“I know but you just look so hot in that dress, baby,” Josh murmured, taking a turn on the road. “And your hair, it looks so good too. You were by far the best one there at the Grammys.”
“You were the one who took off your pants,” you reminded.
“And I’ll do it again,” he gave a sly smile. “How about that?”
“Just for me this time,” you argued, sliding a hand towards his upper thigh as he drove. “All for me, Josh.”
“Fuck baby, don’t do that when I’m driving,” he chuckled darkly, and you withdrew your hand, blushing. “You’re tempting me so bad you know.”
“To do what?” you challenged.
“To pull off the side of the road right now, lock all the doors, take you in the back seat, and fuck you right here, right now,” he explained, eyes fixed on the road, trying to concentrate.
“Naughty boy,” you clicked your tongue.
“Can’t help it when you’re around,” he shook his head. “You do things to me. You don’t even know.”
“Oh I’m sure I do know,” you smirked. “I know how bad you want it.”
“Then stop teasing me and just fake sick at the party so we can go home and just finally fucking do this,” he begged. “Please y/n, I can barely take it anymore.”
“One hour,” you promised. “One hour at the party and then maybe I’ll contemplate it.”
“Contemplate?” he raised his eyebrows, turning into the parking lot of the venue. “No, babe. You have to. Come on, Jenna’s going to vouch for you cause she knows how bad you felt at dinner. It would all work out.”
“We’ll see what happens,” you sighed, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Maybe if you behave then I’ll make up my mind.”
“Goddammit I hate you,” he grumbled.
“You fucking love me,” you grinned, knowing very well you were using his own words against him. He just laughed, both of you deciding to have another kiss before getting out of the car, then heading into the venue, his arm around your waist, looking hella fine in your fancy Grammys outfits.
As soon as you entered everyone cheered loudly, both of you earning a huge applause and a million eyes on you all at once, but the two of you froze. There was no way you were anticipating this many people. You thought maybe the two families and a couple of friends, but this was like an entire wedding reception or something. There was no way you’d be leaving in just an hour. “Want to escape out the door while we still can?” Josh joked but you narrowed your eyes at him, plastering on a smile as soon as his mom Laura approached you.
“Aw look at you two!” she beamed. “You’re so fancy, oh my goodness.”
“I didn’t know so many people were going to be here mom,” Josh murmured, probably nervous.
“I didn’t either but I guess uh, Tyler’s brother Zack tweeted out the address and a couple of people saw it and decided to come,” she shrugged.
“A couple of people?” Josh widened his eyes. “This is like the Grammys itself!”
“Oh gosh,” you stared at your phone and read the tweet aloud. “Twenty One Pilots Grammys after-party!”
“Of course Zach would do something like that,” Josh grumbled. “Okay, well thanks for the party anyways. It’s very nice. I can’t wait to get down and meet some people, dance with y/n hopefully, eat some great food.”
“Absolutely,” Laura smiled, giving both of you a huge hug. “It’s for you and Tyler, so have fun. We’re all so very proud of you. I love you.”
“Love you too mom,” he gave a small smile. “Now come on y/n, let’s shake our booties on that dance floor!”
“Sure,” you rolled your eyes and laughed.
“You guys came!” Jenna squealed happily, tugging Tyler over to meet you guys. “You feeling a little better, y/n?” You looked in her eyes, seeing how genuinely happy she was, how excited and proud, how caring. You couldn’t just leave this party, all these sweet people, everything both of their families sacrificed and set up, just so you could fuck Josh for a night. Josh looked at you, almost with begging eyes, wishing you’d just say you felt miserable, but you couldn’t do that. You just couldn’t.
“I feel great,” you grinned. “This set up is amazing! I’m so glad we came.”
“Yeah,” Josh stated flatly, grip on your waist tightening. “So happy to be here.”
“Come on bro,” Tyler tapped him on the shoulder. “There’s some people I want you to meet.”
“Cool,” Josh took a deep breath. “Uh, I’ll see you around y/n. Keep your phone on you?”
“Oh no, no, no,” you shook your head immediately, knowing exactly what was going on. “My phone is almost dead and I’m not going to play anymore of your little games. You go behave and have fun with Tyler. Got it?” You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Fine,” he mumbled, faking a smile and going off with Ty.
“So what was dinner all about?” Jenna narrowed her eyes when the boys left. “I mean come on, the gasping and moaning? What was that?”
“Josh was being a dick,” you rolled your eyes. “Nothing important.”
“And the phones too,” she added. “You guys okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “It’s fine.”
“Are you guys…” she left a small pause and you tensed. “Breaking up?”
“What?” your eyes went wide. “No, not at all.”
“Oh okay,” she shrugged. “I don’t know. You just seemed like you were arguing about something and I thought maybe he was kicking your leg underneath the table or jabbing your side. Tyler kind of gets a little agitated when he’s angry with me too and does that kind of stuff. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
“It’s fine,” you reassured. “I just felt a little sick and he wasn’t helping. He’s just playing around.”
“Got it,” she nodded slowly. “Well I’m going to get going. I have some people I have to talk to. Have a great night, y/n. I’ll see you later!”
“Bye Jenna!” you waved. You took a deep breath, then decided to go over to the table of food and grab a small snack. There was a gorgeous cake, topped with a skeleton and alien sugar sculpture, which you thought was probably the works of the sisters. They always had a knack for the cooking, especially around the holiday time. You scooped up a handful of jelly beans, popping one in your mouth when you felt a tap on your shoulder from behind you. You spun around to face Jordan, Josh’s brother.
“Hey y/n,” he smiled.
“Oh hey,” you greeted.
“How was dinner?” he raised an eyebrow.
“It was good,” you nodded.
“Did you like what you saw on stage tonight?” he smirked. You turned bright red.
“W-what?” you tried to hide your blushing but he just chuckled.
“Ah, I got quite an interesting text tonight,” Jordan explained. “I assume it was for you, seeing as Josh said oops and all, and then avoided my seven phone calls.”
“He was just teasing,” you shrugged, trying to dismiss the subject. “You know how he is.”
“Are you sure you guys were at dinner?” he persisted.
“We were,” you narrowed your eyes. “You can ask Tyler and Jenna.”
“Or Josh himself,” Jordan added. “I’m sure he’d tell me quite the story.”
“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes.
“So do tell me,” he insisted. “Did you like what you saw on stage tonight?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” you sighed. “Now go on and cause trouble elsewhere.”
“I’m just playing with you,” he laughed. “Hey, have a good night y/n. And make sure Josh behaves.”
“Oh I will,” you reassured. “I always do.”
“Speaking of the devil,” Jordan pointed to Josh coming over. “Hey, you guys have fun tonight. Take it easy.”
“You too,” you waved him goodbye.
“Hey babe,” Josh wrapped his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, pulling you closer. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Josh,” you pushed him back slightly, glaring at him. “No.”
“Yes,” he insisted. “Please.”
“Where would we even go?” you narrowed your eyes. “Definitely not home.”
“Fine,” he bit his lower lip. “Car?”
“No,” you shook your head. “No way.”
“Then let’s go find a place,” he mumbled against your neck, pressing light kisses to your skin. “Baby I’m dying without you.”
“I know, I know,” you reassured.
“Come on, I’m sure there’s a place we can go,” Josh argued. “I’ve literally been waiting since before dinner, sweetheart.”
“Me too,” you admitted. “But we’ve got to be polite.”
“If I find somewhere can we go?” he pleaded. “Please? It will be quick, I don’t care, I just need this.”
“Fine,” you complied, pulling him in for an open mouthed kiss, then letting go. “You have half an hour tops. Then we wait until the end of the night.”
“Got it,” he agreed, giving you a kiss on the forehead before running off, searching for who knows what.
“Where’d he head off to?” a voice behind you wondered with a chuckle. You spun around and then almost had a heart attack when you realized who it was.
“Holy shit!” you gasped, putting a hand to your chest. “Hey.”
“Hi,” Halsey laughed. “Did I scare you?”
“A little bit,” you confessed. “Just didn’t see you coming.”
“That’s alright,” she reassured. “Is Josh okay? He looked kind of anxious running off like that. I was going to congratulate him.”
“Oh,” you blushed. “He’s just um, looking for Tyler. Something important I think, he wouldn’t tell me.”
“Got it,” she nodded slowly. “Well- oh! There he is!”
“Hey,” Josh looked nervous when he plastered on a smile, engulfing Halsey in a hug. “Long time, no see.”
“Yeah,” she rolled her eyes. “I wanted to congratulate you boys! That’s awesome!”
“You too,” he nodded. “Two nominations, that’s insane!”
“Thanks,” she nodded. “So-”
“I’m sorry but me and y/n really have to go,” he apologized. “It’s important.”
“Ah, uh, okay,” she frowned slightly. “It’s cool. I’ll talk to you later then?”
“Yeah,” Josh agreed hurriedly. “Thanks so much!”
“No problem,” she gave a hesitant smile before Josh dragged you out of the conversation, tugging you by the arm up a flight of steps and down a hallway.
“I cannot fucking believe you!” you hissed. “You just freaking dragged me away from a conversation with Halsey!”
“So what?” he replied. “I’m sure if you really wanted to talk to her so bad, you could find another time later tonight.”
“Josh you’ve been going insane,” you argued, wresting free of his grip on your arm and staring at him. “This is out of control.”
“You’re the reason,” he mumbled, dark eyes boring into yours. “God you look so good tonight. I can’t help myself.”
“Yeah?” you smirked, noticing the way he was biting his lower lip, the beads of sweat on his forehead, the rise and fall of his chest.
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“What if I told you you’re not allowed to touch me for the rest of the night, hmm?” you raised an eyebrow, slipping a finger underneath the strap of your dress, dragging it down your shoulder while remaining eye contact with him, watching as his eyes followed your hand in a trance, gaze fixed on every new exposition of skin as you pulled the fabric lower.
“Fuck baby, don’t do this in the hallway,” he ran a hand though his bright yellow curls, tugging hard in frustration, biting down harder on his lip. He glanced to the side, making sure nobody was coming. “Come on, there’s a room just a little while away, I promise.”
“Nah,” you shook your head, smirking as you realized he was getting turned on. You shrugged off the other sleeve of your dress and watched as the fabric fell to your waist, revealing your lacy bra. “I’m comfortable here.”
“Goddammit what if someone sees you?” he whispered.
“Why should I care?” you wondered. “I mean, everyone saw you just fine babe.”
“No,” Josh shook his head immediately. “It’s not like that.”
“Oh but I think it is,” you insisted. “Taking your pants off in front of everyone at the Grammys, standing there in your underwear, everyone looking at you… you didn’t seem to care.”
“That was Tyler’s idea,” he muttered. “Look, I wouldn’t have done that if I knew you didn’t want me to.”
“I don’t know,” you sighed. “Would you care if I was the one standing up there? Stripping down to my underwear like this? Everyone’s eyes fixed on me? Staring at my body? My body that belongs to you?”
“You belong to me,” he insisted.
“Exactly,” you agreed. “So what makes you think the same rules don’t apply to you?”
“I didn’t think you’d care,” he mumbled, looking shy and scared.
“You don’t think I care?” you challenged. “Every night when you take off your shirt at shows? When you’re tugging down your pants on stage? You don’t think I see that, babe?”
“Fuck, please don’t do this here,” he begged, and you glanced down, realizing he had an obvious hard on. “Let’s go to the room.” He reached for your arm but you quickly took a step back, letting the fabric of your dress fall to the floor, and he gasped, eyes transfixed on your body.
“Why should I let you touch me?” you inquired. “I mean, you said it, I don’t care. Do I?”
“Babe that’s not what I meant-” he began, but you shook your head.
“No, I think you did,” you clicked your tongue disapprovingly. There was a pause and then an idea came to mind. “Hmmm you know, maybe I should go back to the party like this. Let everyone see me, let them know how fucking sexy I am, how you’re not the only one who can put on a show.”
“Y/n-” Josh was staring at you, pants growing tighter by the second, straining his voice. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Maybe I would,” you teased. “I’d be the life of the party, wouldn’t I?”
“I can’t let anyone else see you like this baby,” he argued. “You’re all mine.”
“Am I?” you raised an eyebrow, watching his mouth hang open, speechless, as you dipped a hand underneath your underwear.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he warned.
“Who’s going to stop me?” you chuckled. “You?”
“Y/n you’re killing me,” he argued. “Fuck just let me touch you. Please.”
“How bad do you want this?” you raised an eyebrow, slipping a finger between your folds and letting out a gasp, watching as Josh’s eyes widened and he tightened his jaw as he watched you, and a smile curled on your lips. “You want this to be you, baby?”
“Yes,” he pleaded. “I need this so bad.”
“I don’t know…” you trailed off your voice, then started to pump another finger inside you, and you let out a soft moan, opening your eyes and looking at Josh, who just about looked like he was going to melt right there.
“I’m begging you y/n,” he inhaled a ragged breath. “Just let me get my hands on you.”
“What’s the magic word?” you smirked.
“Please,” he barely was able to respond.
“Okay,” you smiled, and there wasn’t even a split second that passed before he lunged towards you, pinning your body against the wall, hands behind your head, on your back, on your ass, between your legs, down your thighs, everywhere all at once. His lips attacked yours, tongue absorbing greedy kisses, sliding down your neck, his hips grinding against your already soaking core, hands fumbling with the clasp of your bra when he pulled back, eyes staring into yours.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked.
“Let’s get out of the motherfucking hallway,” you agreed. You began to kiss him again, wrapping your legs around his waist as he bent down to pick up the fabric of your dress, carrying you towards the room. After violently jostling the doorknob, it finally gave in, and he kicked the door shut with his foot and placed you on a table, tossing your dress aside and attacking you with kisses. You moaned into his mouth, legs still wrapped around him as he pushed your back into the table, grinding against you, and when he pulled away to catch his breath, you looked around, smirking. “Conference table? Really?”
“Best I could find,” he mumbled, burying his head in your neck and sucking at your skin, leaving you a mess of gasps and moans.
“F-fuck Josh,” you stuttered, him unclasping your bra and sliding it up off of your arms, then exploring your breasts and stomach with his lips, trailing kisses across your body.
“Can you believe just moments ago you were saying no to this?” he laughed quietly, tugging down your panties and tossing them aside. “Shit baby, you’re just as much of a mess as I am.”
“Just for you,” you reminded.
“Of course,” he grinned. “You’re all mine.” He delved his tongue into you and you let out a loud moan, feeling your stomach tighten with each movement, his hands gripping on your hips, your fingers tugging on locks of his hair, his nose pressed against your clit, your legs wrapped around his head.
“Josh I’m going to cum,” you barely whispered.
“Do it baby,” he insisted. “Show me how bad you want me inside you.”
“Fuck,” you gasped, coming undone and feeling your orgasm ripple through your body as you eased into the surface of the table, leaning your head back and gasping for breath as Josh licked and sucked between your legs.
“Mmm you taste so good babygirl,” he mumbled. He stood up and tugged off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, stripping down and sliding off his jeans, then his underwear, climbing on top of you. “And to think you were teasing me all night long, acting like you wouldn’t let me touch you, pretending like you could wait til you got home, trying to act all cool. I could see right through you y/n, I know how bad you want me.”
“Fuck Josh, please,” you begged. “Shit babe, just fuck me already.”
“I don’t know,” he smirked. “Maybe I shouldn’t let you touch me either.”
“Don’t try to pull that right now,” you shook your head, pushing your hips up in attempts to meet his. “I need you so bad.”
“How bad?” he challenged.
“Fuck,” you gasped, frustrated and exhausted, flipping him over so he was the one laying on the conference table, pushing down your hips and sinking his cock into you, pressing your lips against his in a mess of muffled moans.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you’re dominant like this babe,” Josh mumbled against your neck, both of you in sync with thrusts, your hips moving together in perfect rhythm, the two of you both desperate and harsh with each movement.
“Mm they’re going to be looking for us you know,” you sighed, still relentlessly fucking him against the table. “Wondering where we went.”
“And nobody’s going to know about it,” he gave a sly smile. “Nobody but me is going to know how fucking wonderful you are riding my cock like this, baby.”
“Just our little secret,” you promised. “Just the two of us.” You kept going harder and harder until finally the two of you were gasping for air, cumming at the same time, moaning each other’s names loudly and collapsing onto the table, clinging onto each other’s sweaty, exhausted, tired bodies.
“Three of us,” a voice corrected and both you and Josh widened your eyes, scared and surprised.
“Fuck,” you cursed.
“Hey uh, Josh, buddy?” Tyler’s voice came through the crack in the door. Shit, he must’ve found you guys. “Two things I’ve got to tell you. First off, we’re supposed to give a speech soon, so when you’re um, done with that, you should head down. And secondly, always lock the door bro.”
“Will do,” Josh reassured, watching as Tyler closed the door with a soft laugh.
“Think we were too loud?” you raised an eyebrow.
“Nah, Tyler’s just being sneaky as fuck,” he shook his head. “God you felt so good though, baby.”
“You always feel good,” you smirked, placing a quick kiss to his lips.
“You going to put your dress back on, babe?” Josh wondered.
“Hmmm, I don’t know,” you teased.
“You better,” he warned.
“Or what?” you challenged.
“Or we might have to come back here later tonight,” he suggested.
“That wouldn’t be a bad thing,” you smiled.
“Come on,” he shook his head, laughing. “Let’s get dressed and then we’ll head down and try to look as composed as possible.”
“Fine,” you decided. “But do know that you look so much better without pants.”
“Thanks,” he blushed. “Now let’s go down there and hope I don’t mess up this stupid speech.”
When you arrived, you were greeted with a loud applause, and you gave Josh a kiss on the cheek before Tyler dragged him out to the middle of the dance floor, the two of them holding a microphone and spilling out a sweet sappy story of how far they’ve come and how thankful they are for today. That’s when Jordan decides to stand beside you, and he stays mostly quiet, except for when Josh comes back and Jordan is a mess of laughter. “Great job, Josh,” you smiled.
“Yeah,” Jordan snickered. “You did amazing. But uh, you might want to lend your little girlfriend over here a sweater or something.”
“How come?” Josh wondered, turning to look at you and then blinking twice.
“What?” you wondered.
“Hickeys,” Jordan smirked. “Looks like you guys had a little fun when you went missing, hmm?”
“Shut up,” Josh narrowed his eyes.
“Just saying,” Jordan shrugged. “I mean, your shirt’s not even buttoned up all the way for Pete’s sake.”
“Goodness gracious,” Josh mumbled, face turning red.
“Whatever,” you laughed. “At least it was a memorable night.”
“Oh believe me, sweetheart,” Josh laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “The night’s not even over yet.”
- He never really stops to do anything slowly
- Unless you ask him to; then he’ll grovel at your feet
- “Peter, what are you doing on the floor?”
- “What do you want me to buy again?”
“Just some milk and apples, and could you get me (favorite band’s) new album–”
“… Did you steal that Peter?”
“Oh really? ‘Cause I don’t see any receipt here…”
- Peter finds it super hot when you wear nothing but his Pink Floyd t-shirt and silver jacket
- SWEATER PAWS
- Peter loves having competitions with you; even when he loses, which is rarely
- “Dark Side of The Moon is the best album ever.”
“Ha! Ever heard of Michael Jackson?”
“YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW.”
- Fights always ending in tickle fights
- Never being able to decide who does the chores
- “Okay, whoever loses the race does the laundry, okay?”
“Hmm, let me think abou– no.”
- He loves to hear you ramble about anything and everything
- He’s impatient with almost everything, except you
- Every time you sleep together, he holds you tightly, like he doesn’t want you to get away from him
- When you make love, it’s either soft and caring or rough and absolutley senseless (THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN)
- You always wake up to him staring at you
- “Why are you staring?”
“Because I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful even when they’re drooling ;)”
- “Do you love me?”
“Do you want to be with me, forever?”
“I do, Peter.”
- “No! I am not calling this child Quickie The Second!!”
The Balloon Squad is obviously most likely our baby Even’s former Squad.
And this clip just revealed that Balloon squad are a bunch of gym boys. You know the kind who go to the gym to hang.
So can you just imagine Even being a part of this?
and nei nei nei I don’t mean imagine Even working out.
I mean imagine Even doing everything but working out.
Like okay our sunshine is a lot of things but when it comes to gym time….eh not so much. He would rather watch a million movies, go cycling until they find themselves in a part of the city they have never seen before, and listen to lots of corny ass music, than to compare each others muscles.
So just think, every time the boys are like “Oh hey man come to the gym”
Even comes up with the most ridiculous excuses. Think “Family gathering” but with much more flare.
“oh damn I would love to guys but my mother is having a crisis with which tea to pick so like I gotta go and….choose for her”
“oh hey wanna work out?”
“what? Of course I do! But oh rats! I forgot, I need to film a plastic bag in the wind for this media thing…”
“Even come to the gym.”
“Oh I can’t! My cat is giving birth to triplets!”
“Even you don’t have a cat.”
And then one time they finally get Even to the gym and what does he do?
He literally spends the whole time sitting on some kind of bike machine and drawing doodles of his friends lifting politicians and puppies and vegetables instead of weights. and as soon as one of them turns around he quickly starts peddling and whistling casually.
lol Even part of a gym squad guys I need to see this.
I’m on a posting spree and I hope you guys don’t mind! This one here is dedicated to the sweetest Swiss gal out there: @thesmutofthemendes!
I love ‘The Storm Within’ so much and I just wanted to thank you for being your lovely self and for reading this yesterday!
Warning: Smut ahead
The basses were drumming loud in their ears as they screamed their lungs out.
There were some perks of being best friends with Shawn Mendes.
VIP tickets for that John Mayer concert in Toronto were certainly one of them.
She danced to the live music, a cup of beer in her hand while Brian and Ian were goofing around, snapping the concert and taking selfies. They were clearly drunk by now and she was actually afraid they might fall down the box but somehow they managed to stay inside.