click on it it will make your life better

When you find somebody you love, all the way through, and she loves you—even with your weaknesses, your flaws, everything starts to click into place. And if you can talk to her, and she listens, if she makes you laugh, and makes you think, makes you want, makes you see who you really are, and who you are is better, just better with her, you’d be crazy not to want to spend the rest of your life with her.
—  Nora Roberts, Happy Ever After
6

You’ve probably heard this one. But have you actually done this? I doubt it. It’s been almost a year since I turned off my notifications and let me tell you: this shit is life-changing. No, you won’t miss anything. You’ll check your social media in the moment of your choice. Not when you’re in the middle of something.

Notifications distract you. Yes, they do. Yes, even when you don’t click on them. They make you lose your focus. They’re not worth it. You’ll be more present without them. You’ll be better off without them. 

Macchiatto

Pairing: DeanxReader

Summary: You decide it’s time for Dean to try some of your “fancy” coffee. Of course, Dean can be quite picky, and sometimes it’s best to choose your battles. Sometimes.

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Word Count: 1042

Warnings: Not much! a wee pinch of angst, overall pretty flangsty

A/N: She’s baaaaaaack! After an out of the blue hiatus, I’m finally semi-active again! I figure a little Dean fic would make it up to you all. I haven’t written in three months, so I may be a little rusty. Still, I think this is pretty cute, so I hope you enjoy. And (have you missed hearing me say this all the time??) FEEDBACK IS SOOOOO VERY APPRECIATED!! EVEN JUST A LIKE!

“Adventure in life is good; consistency in coffee even better.”
Justina Chen, North of Beautiful 

Your name: submit What is this?

“What the hell is a macchiato?”  

You stood hand in hand with Dean in front of a too-happy barista who awaited your orders pleasantly. Dean always teased you about your “fancy” coffee habit. You figured it was about time he gave it a try himself. Dean tended to stick to his ways; you figured with the havoc his life was filled with, he would take whatever consistency he could get. You were just glad you were a part of that comfort to him.             

 “Shh,” you replied, swatting at Dean’s arm gently. “Not so loud. It’s like a latte but not mixed up, I think.”             

“You’re paying two dollars more for them not to mix it?”             

You shrugged. “Essentially.”            

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BBS Church AU /Chapter 1/

    The concept of demons and angels had been present throughout the ages of time, and in Gainesville, Florida there was no exception. The small city was a hot spot for demons, but their pastors, Luke and Tyler, kept the population at the bare minimum. However, there was the constant issue of the fact that there were still demons present. On the bright side, there were also angels. Not like the population knew about them, but everyone subconsciously recognized their presence. The demons and angels stayed hidden majority of the time, only revealing themselves to those they choose.

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anonymous asked:

2 and 10 for the drabble prompts with Bucky please?

“Buck?” You asked timidly, placing a hand on his back. “You okay, man?”

Bucky sat straight; palms formed into a fist, with his face hard and grim. His steady breathing was the only indication that he didn’t actually fall into a catatonic state from what he just witnessed.

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when you find somebody you love, all the way through, and she loves you - even with your weaknesses, your flaws, everything starts to click into place. and if you can talk to her, and she listens, if she makes you laugh, and makes you think, makes you want, makes you see who you really are, and who you are is better, just better with her, you’d be crazy not to want to spend the rest of your life with her.

-nora roberts, happy ever after

Think about Jennifer being so hypnotized by the idea of Will’s friend group. Like, they’re all marginalized and cast off and they found each other, and it’s amazing to her that they’re all of respectful and understanding to an extent, and she just… Doesn’t have that? Because she hangs out with catty people, people who throw you out as soon as you don’t wear the correct thing, or don’t talk to you if you don’t completely agree with them. And so one day will just invites Jenny to come with the rest of the guys while they’re all chilling, and they end up going to the woods and sitting out there for an hour or so. And the whole time, Jennifer is just like so entranced by how they talk to each other, slightly teasing but never crossing over lines, and how the interact, so genuinely interested in the others, because despite how different their specialities are, they’re still great friends. Lucas, with outdoors and survival tactics, and Dustin, who loves making others smile and choose-your-own adventure novels, and Mike, science fiction and Stephen King junkie extraordinaire. And, of course, Will, resident artist and fantasy nerd. They all, to steal a phrase from the King of horror himself, fit perfectly against each other’s edges, clicking into place like a jigsaw puzzle. They truly were, Mike will reflect on later in his life, Hawkins’s own Losers Club. And then there’s Jennifer. Prim, proper Jennifer, who goes to church every Sunday and never crosses lines, now hanging out with this gaggle of boys for the day, and she feels she fits in better with them than anyone she’s ever met. Because they care. If one boy falls, they’ll all laugh and then race each other to see who can reach him fastest. When Will’s bike tire pops, they simply find some rope and tie it to a tree for later, despite Lucas’s criticisms of the safety of that plan, and Will rides double with Mike. So Jennifer feels out of place at first, as any fifth-wheeler would in the presence of such an intense bond, but she realizes that these boys just want to be respected. They eye her suspiciously earlier on, sure, but when her knees get skinned while she’s running after Chester (Will’s dog) with Dustin, they all apologize and promise to give her some candy later. A childish gesture, but a well-meaning one. And when Will asks her nervously how he liked them, since he knows they’re a little awkward and a lot dorky, she just smiles and says, “you’re so lucky.” Will nods in agreement. He really is, in that respect. And the Hawkins Losers Club is lucky to have him, too.

Interview: Matthew J-B

Today we’re joined by Matthew J-B. Matthew is a wonderful artist who specializes in crafts. He does quite a bit of crafting, a little bit of everything in fact. He does crochet, sewing, yarn spinning as well as things like paper craft and duct tape craft. He even does some cooking. Matthew is an incredibly dedicated and enthusiastic artist, as you’ll soon read. My thanks to him for taking the time to participate in this interview.

WORK

Please, tell us about your art.

I craft.  I make everything that I know how to make.  I crochet, spin yarn, sew, sculpt, paper craft, duct tape craft, rainbow loom, paint, make bath products and cook.

What inspires you?

Mostly what makes me happy inspires me.  I create thing for friends, family (including my critters) and sometimes just for myself. My best friend is also a very good and positive muse.  They inspire me to create things to make people happy.  I am also inspired by my spirituality and my devotion to my path. I have a close connection to Hephaestus, god of artisans.

What got you interested in your field?  Have you always wanted to be an artist?

I grew up surrounded by all sorts of crafting materials.  My mother has always had crochet projects and my grandmother before her is a leader in her retirement communities crafting circles. 

Do you have any kind of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in your work that you’d be willing to reveal?

I do work with a lot of bird and animal imagery in my paper crafts since my parrots are such a huge part of my life.  But as far as universal signatures in my work, not so much.

What advice would you give young aspiring artists?

Just keep making.  You will find a medium you click with and maybe that is the one you love but sometimes you will love the look of painting but be predisposed to being better at crochet.  Nowhere is it written you can’t do both!  You can diversify and work on both what you are good at and what you love.  You have enough creativity to do it all!

ASEXUALITY

Where on the spectrum do you identify?

I identify as a panromantic and probably asexual at this stage in my life but I am still exploring labels right now.  (I am also a somewhat fluid trans man which makes things just a little more complicated)

Have you encountered any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field?  If so, how do you handle it?

I have encountered a little since most of my crochet, spinning and scrapbooking is taught and expected of cis, straight women.  The expectation is to be creating for kids or a partner… whereas I have neither and don’t really want either.  But as far as outright prejudice, I have been lucky and most I come into contact with are understanding.

What’s the most common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?

That it is one or the other. Most people I have mentioned it to expect someone who is asexual to be entirely non-sexual, this simply isn’t the case.  I do have a sex drive… I just don’t want to do anything about it with anyone.

I have also encountered the concept that because I am not interested in a sexual partner I must have been sexually assaulted.  I am lucky that I have not been, and even if I had, that knowledge is not for public consumption.

What advice would you give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their orientation?

Explore on your own terms. You don’t have to pick terms right away, you don’t have to ever pick labels if you don’t want to.  It is your life and your identity.  It is entirely up to you how much if anything you explain to others.

Finally, where can people find out more about your work?

I post quite a bit to my Tumblr:  ravenbara.tumblr.com

I also have an Etsy shop where I share a lot of my crafts at www.etsy.com/shop/RavenBara

Thank you so much for listening to me ramble!  I hope you find your way.

Thank you, Matthew, for participating in this interview and this project. It’s very much appreciated.

I’M DOING A BOOK CLUB! for more info click here 

(first 20 to reblog get promoted on my blog to 110k!)

I’d love you to be a part of this with me! 

FEBRUARY BOOKS:

  • MIND: The Universe in your hands  - can be bought used at only $5.63(click here to buy)!
    • this books talks about the creation of the universe, as well as physics and astronomy in a way that lets your understand things such as string theory as if you were learning how to add- easy!
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    • If you are looking for love, angst, and laughs, this is your book! It’s spectacular, and has made me laugh and cry in the first couple of chapters! Bonus: there is also a movie to watch after you are done reading it.


I’m very excited to see how this project is going to go! I hope I get to have deep and powerful conversations with many of you that will take part in this project!

Rockabye (2) - Jackson

Originally posted by jackseunie

pairing: jackson x reader
rating: mature
genre: angst, romance, smut
warnings: alcohol mention, ‘exotic’ dancing
total word count: 3079
summary: life isn’t easy being a single parent, especially such a young one. but you do your best to make him happy and make sure his life is better than yours was, even if that means ‘exotic dancing’. he’s your entire world; the only man you’ll ever need. until you meet a certain idol who changes things almost as much as your son did. 

Part One 

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oh my god you guys. i’ve reached 500 followers and im still shook. you guys are so great. i can’t. thank you so much for following me. you guys are all amazing. such amazing writers i follow and rp with. i cant even. imma get lovey af so click the read more. everyone mentioned below, you should go follow because i love them all v much. i’m probs going to leave out a bunch of quality blogs (especially if you’ve changed url’s and i didn’t know) but just know i love every single one of you and i love seeing your presence on my dash. again, thanks so much for following me !! 

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First Impressions and Second Chances (Part 6)

Summary: He never thought he’d get a second chance with you. Life didn’t work like that and it wasn’t something he’d been counting on. But now, being here with you at his side, he felt like he couldn’t thank the universe enough. He wasn’t going to screw it up this time.

Words: 1,406

Misha x Reader

Warnings: (contains spoilers so be aware of that) rejection, homophobia (mentioned), coming out

Notes: Here we are, part 6! Again, I have no personal experiences with conventions so all of this comes from what I have heard about. More Jensen in this part! Hope y’all enjoy :) *spoilers* canon bi!Misha gives me life, it makes me so freaking happy, I will take every chance to incorporate it into my stories

Beta: @teamfreewill-imagine thank you darling

Originally posted by moan-s

Your name: submit What is this?

“How about you start by answering the question you’ve been avoiding for two days now, Misha?” Your voice trembled slightly, admitting to yourself that you were somewhat nervous for what he was about to say. “And better yet, why won’t you tell me?”

Misha sighed, nodding slowly and clearly hurt by your tone. You felt sorry for a moment, but then remembered this was all on him. He’d cut you entirely out of his life with no explanation whatsoever. He was right, you absolutely deserved to know why.

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bangtangy’s super cool 3D gfx tutorial

hey everybody, ur lil slug friend is here to give you a super hip, super rad graphics tutorial! (request via @fabtaebutt)

so today I’m going to teach you how to make this picture:

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Rockabye (3) - Jackson

Originally posted by suga-pills

pairing: jackson x reader
rating: mature
genre: angst, romance, smut
warnings: alcohol mention, ‘exotic’ dancing
word count: 2058
summary: life isn’t easy being a single parent, especially such a young one. but you do your best to make him happy and make sure his life is better than yours was, even if that means ‘exotic dancing’. he’s your entire world; the only man you’ll ever need. until you meet a certain idol who changes things almost as much as your son did.

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Anonymous: can I request a scenario where their lover breaks up with them?

(Hope everyone enjoys! I’ll post the next half soon. Don’t be afraid to heart, reblog and follow! -Tana-chan

SHU

“Hey,  Shu!” You chirped happily as you ran up to him. “How were your classes today?” You were disappointed when he simply grunted in response. “Hehe, well, nothing much happened for me today, too. Today was rather boring. I’m sure that tomorrow will be better for the both of us!” Awkwardly, you bit your lip.

The blond glared at you with half-lidded eyes. “Shut up. You’re ruining Beethoven’s masterpiece.” After that short complaint, he said nothing more. You pretended to shrug off his rude comment yet you couldn’t help but feel the twinge in your heart.

“I’m sorry, Shu… I’ll keep quiet now!” You absentmindedly shouted and looked up at him with a brilliant smile. Your grin dropped, however, when his eye twitched in irritation. “Tch, noisy woman. Go bother someone else.” He closed his eyes harder, as though he wanted to shut you out of his world.

You felt your heart break with every word he said to you. You closed your eyes to and allowed your warm tears to leak. “Shu, I cant- urgh, I can’t do this with you anymore!” You yelled and grabbed his headphones so he’d hear everything you were saying to him. “I love you so much. I try to make you as happy as I can! I do everything you want! I try to keep whatever we have alive…” You sniffed. “But every single time I try to be me, every time I do what makes me smile, you shove me away.

His beautiful blue eyes widened as he stared at your sobbing face. “(Y\N), I-“ in your emotional state, you cut him off.

“No! Shu, it feels like you don’t even like me! It’s like I’m here trying to show you that someone cares and you go on and tell me I’m annoying! Is this relationship one-sided, Shu? Am I someone who you’d rather not be associated with?” You cried and weakly punched his chest.

“(Y\N), it’s definitely not like that.” He tried to tell you.

“Really? What am I to you, then? A joke? A lover or a burden?” Shu was silent as he blankly looked at you.

When no answer was heard, you nodded your head in defeat. “Alright. I know when I’m not wanted. Thank you for your precious time and attention, Shu-san.” You bowed and scurried from his sight; you didn’t want him to know how much he mattered to you.

Shu stayed rooted in his spot. He didn’t move one inch. He prayed to whoever was out there that this was just a dream and he simply needed to close his eyes hard enough to wake up.

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REIJI

“You’re doing it wrong, (Y\N)” The bespectacled vampire huffed in irritation. “You need to distribute the two before you divide it to sixteen raised to the eighth power.” He grabbed the eraser and cleared your paper once more.

“Sorry, Reiji.”

“Pitiful. You obviously don’t even care about your education. Why do you even go to school?” He sniffed in distaste. You bit your tongue to prevent yourself from saying anything inappropriate about him.

“I’m sorry, Reiji.” You damned your pride and apologized once more. He stiffly nodded and watched everything you wrote down.

You tried to do the advanced math equation again… only to fail once more. As he got your pencil and proceeded to explain it for the fifth time, you felt frustrated tears piling up in your eyes. ‘You can’t cry in front of Reiji, he’ll think you’re weak!’

He sharpened your blunt pencil and handed it back to you. “I have repeatedly told you how to do this, (Y\N). Don’t disappoint me.”

“Yes, Reiji.”

Of course, not everything goes as planned. You keep forgetting specific formulas and you had the tendency to skip over many numbers. Reiji, being the intense perfectionist he is, makes you feel worse with his comments and corrections.

Getting tired of the stress, you sneakily tried to doodle on the sheet of paper. You were so lost in your world that you didn’t see him watch you until you were too late.“What is this?” You winced at his sharp tone. Much to his annoyance, you didn’t immediately give him the reply he desired. “(Y\N), I demand an answer now.” He glared at you behind his glasses.

“It’s just a drawing…” You trailed off. “Why are you doodling when you could be doing something productive?” He snobbishly scolded you. “But I was drawing my favorite character! You know how much I love reading, Reiji. Brining my beloved characters to life makes me happy…” You tried to reason with him.

“You are being foolish. It’d be better if you read science or perhaps even math books rather than your shallow fantasy books.” He clicked his tongue. “Call for me once you awaken from your fantasy world, (Y\N).”

You were angry. You were red with frustration and humiliation.”You know what? I don’t need this. I’m going home and I am going to read as many shallow books I want. Have fun with your one-dimensional college textbooks, Reiji.” You imitated his sneer. “it’ll be the only thing you’ll have left in your life.”

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AYATO

You cheerfully walked along the halls of the school. You held a colorful box in your handas you searched for your Ayato. After several minutes of roaming around the campus, you finally spotted him sleeping soundly under a tree. You grinned and sprinted toward him.

You placed the box beside you and woke him up. “Ayato! You lazy ass, wake up!” After forcing him to consciousness, he groggily opened his eyes. “Finally, it was like I was talking to a log.” You teased him. Ayato rolled his eyes. “Chichinashi? What do you want?” He yawned and attempted to go back to sleep.

“Dummy, do you know what today is?” You attempted to lead him to the answer. “No,” he lazily replied. “I don’t really care right now. Reiji kept us up all night and Ore-sama needs his power nap.” Ayato loudly yawned to emphasize his point. “Ore-sama wants you to keep quiet.” He closed his eyes once more.

You groaned. “C’mon, Ayato.” You poked his pale cheek. “Please wake up.” He didn’t look at you but he still replied. “You better give me a good reason first! Ore-sama doesn’t care about useless things that women usually say.”

“Oh, You want a good reason?” You glared at his sleeping form. Without any hesitation, you opened his eye by pulling his lashes. “It’s our fucking anniversary, Ayato!” He woke up immediately after you told him. “Hah? Really?” He asked you with a befuddled look. You scowled. “Yes, really.”

He smirked up at you. “That means that it’s been a year since you were blessed with a perfect boyfriend!” You didn’t think it was possible, but the frown on your face deepened. “That’s great and all, Ayato, but did you really forget that today was our anniversary?” You felt disappointed when he nonchalantly nodded.

“Fine,” you pouted. “I’ll assume you didn’t get me a present.” You shrugged that off. “It doesn’t matter, then.” Your eyes brightened to their normal happy glow when you remembered you had a gift to give him. “Well, I got you something! It’s not much, but at least I’m giving you anything.

Ayato grew curious. “Cool! Chichinashi got me a present? This better be good!” HE huddled close to you like a child. “Here!” You gave the wrapped box to him. When he opened it, the box revealed a photo of you and Ayato posing weirdly for the camera. Your heart quenched when you saw the disappointed look on his face. “Huh? A photo? It’s okay, I guess. You’ve got tons of these in your phone. It’s nothing worth Ore-sama’s sleep, though!” He continued sleeping under the tree.

You were left with stony silence. “Ayato… What the hell?!?” You screeched. “Are you serious? I got you a gift for our anniversary and you say it’s not worth it?” You growled at him. “Fuck you, asshole! Now I see how much I matter to you.” You stood up and wiped the dust off of your uniform. You gave Ayato one last glare. “Don’t you ever come near me again.”

You walked away. Ayato did nothing but watch and contemplated what in the bloody hell just happened.

anonymous asked:

I was just in a car accident today. Can I have Gaara cuddling and/or comforting s/o after a bad day u_u

Oh no! I hope you’re alright! Car accident’s can be brutal, I know from experience. So I wanted to get this out to you as fast as I could. Hopefully it makes you feel a little better <3

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Depression.

1. Don’t isolate yourself.

I know your instincts tell you to go somewhere and be alone so you can think things through and “figure” it out, but lets be honest, that has never worked, has it? Isolating yourself means you feel like no one understands your situation and that you are somehow “abnormal,” that there is indeed something “wrong with you.” It makes your problems and worries seem bigger, they just brew in your head and a solution never, ever comes. 

2. Spend time with people who genuinely care about you. 

Not everyone has good vibes, that is true, but people can really save you from you from your demons. Genuine love and care is so important when you feel like you are facing the world alone. Being in the presence of the right people can make your negative thoughts fade into the background. Feeling like you are loved, that you matter and that you are capable can really change your life. This can be achieved simply by being around friends and family. It wont necessarily cure you straightaway but it makes life more bearable. 

3. Talk about it. 

I struggle with this one. I think it’s because I like people to think I have it all together and that I can take care of myself. I don’t want to bother people with my drama too much. I find it super hard to open up to people about my problems but I’m all ears when listening to other people’s issues. It’s weird like that. When things hurt too much, it hits too close to home to tell other people. I’m scared I’m going to lose my shit and literally break down and cry. So I bury my fears, my anxiety, my pain and nervousness within myself and carry it around like a burden. I feel like the only way to ease that burden is to tell someone about it even though it hurts. 

4. Find Reasons to live. 

People with depression typically focus too much on their insecurities, compare themselves with other people and lack motivation because it hurts too much to move. We are literally the ones standing in our own way. You need to find something else to focus on. Yes you have shortcomings, Yes you have areas you need to work on, Yes there are things you don’t know and aren’t good at, but if that’s all you focus on, you are paralyzed and you can’t do anything about it. It’s too painful to even begin to try to improve yourself, everything seems impossible. You need to find a hobby, an interest, something to occupy your life and time and thoughts so you don’t keep going back the the 101 reasons you think you’re not good enough and never will be. Inspiration can’t find you if you’re only willing to stare everything about you that is not good enough. Go for music, tv shows, movies, books, hobbies, anything that makes you feel like life is pretty cool is an excellent start. 

5. Be a good person. 

Love the people who matter. Love them and show it. 

6. Deal with failures the proper way

Instead of numbing your feelings with food, video games, pointless scrolling through social media, you have to just talk it out. Talk to your better self. Maybe you are stuck in a job you hate, in a relationship that doesn’t feel quite right, with friends that you don’t really click with, doing a degree you have no interest in, doubting everything that has lead up to this point in your life.. I know its tragic but you have to stop hurting yourself and make the best with what you have. 

7. Feeling stuck in a cycle. 

I always feel like I’ve been here before. In the state of trying to find a solution to my depression, trying to give myself sounds advice that i know i will forget all about the next day, trying to find happiness in all this goddamn darkness, trying to escape this cycle that never seems to end.. You need to inspire yourself again. 

Rockabye - Jackson (Series)

Originally posted by jackseunie

pairing: jackson x reader
rating: eventual nc-17
genre: angst, romance, smut
total word count: 1135
summary: life isn’t easy being a single parent, especially such a young one. but you do your best to make him happy and make sure his life is better than yours was, even if that means ‘exotic dancing’. he’s your entire world; the only man you’ll ever need. until you meet a certain idol who changes things almost as much as your son did.

A/N: okay, so when i was requested this (thank you, btw!), i immediately thought of the song rockabye baby, hence the stripper theme. anyway, i got carried away writing, so i thought i’d turn it into a series. enjoy!

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Like my parents (Dan Howell imagine)

Hey guys! So this is another requested imagine from like a billon years ago (I’m so sorry btw)

Hope ya’ll enjoy reading!

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“When are you going to introduce me to your family Y/n?” Dan asked from across the room, lounging about on the sofa with his laptop on his stomach. I knew this day would come. I knew soon enough Dan would ask this question and frankly, I was stressed over what my answer would be.

“Soon” I replied, trying not to look him in the eyes “Its not time yet”

When I did finally look him in the face, it was angry but mostly sad as well. “Y/n we’ve been together for a year already, when is it time?” He stood up, putting his laptop on the coffee table and then walked over to me. He leaned against one of the dining chairs, his gaze locked on me

“Dan, I’ll tell you when it’s time no need to rush!” I stood up as well, getting frustrated by the minute.

“Are you sure it’s that, or is it that you don’t love me enough?” He spat, giving me a dirty look before rushing out of the apartment and into the cold winter night.

I didn’t bother to go after him, I think we needed some time. Instead, I went to our shared bedroom and cried in the dark corner. He just didn’t get it. His family wasn’t like mine. Mine wasn’t lovely and caring, but instead, was miserable and untrustworthy

I could never, in my life, introduce Dan to those monsters! What if he gets disgusted and leaves me for someone with a normal, kind family?

A few minutes later there was knock at the bedroom door. “Y/n it’s me, Phil” he said, opening the door, looking down at me. “Hi” I said, quietly mumbling. I found the floor more interesting at this moment. I was so embarrassed. Phil must think I’m a psycho or something.

He tiptoed over and sat down next to me, shyly smiling “What’s up?” Phil asked. I sadly looked up at him and told him everything. All throughout, Phil listened and nodded, not saying a word.

After I was done, I heavily breathed out, as if the weight of the world had just been lifted off my shoulders. We sat there in silence before Phil cleared his throat “You do realise, Dan’s in love with you so much and I can’t imagine him leaving you for anyone else, even if you did turn out like your parents!”

Just then, we both here the door open and then slam shut. This must indicate that Dan’s home and that I have to face him whether I like it or not. Me and Phil both stand up and make our way to the sitting room where we find Dan already on his MacBook.

It was very obvious that he was still a bit mad as he didn’t look up when we entered the room. His jaw was tightened, exposing his sharp jawline. He was actually a living god.

“Dan?” I said sitting down next to him slowly “I’ve decided, you can meet my family” it pained me to say those words but this day will have to come sooner or later. He looked up at me and smiled “Thank you y/n that means a lot” he said pulling me into tight hug. Maybe it’ll be alright.

•••••••••A few days later•••••••••

Today was the day. Today, Dan was going to meet my parents. My nerves started to build more and more as the time got closer to closer to when they were supposed to get here. I felt like I was going to pass out. What if they were rude to Dan?

Time went fast quickly and before I knew it, there was a knock at the door. I nervously made my way to the front door and opened it. On the other side was my two parents stood side by side next to each other. Already they had a bored look on their faces

“Hey, guys” I smiled, trying to look as happy as possible. “Bout time, it’s freezing out here!” My dad remarked spitefully “Yeah what were you doing, doing your makeup because it’s not working just so you know!” Then my mum joined in. Its been about 6 seconds and already I feel small and bullied.

They both pushed past me, quickly going up the stairs into the living room where they scooped around, picking things up and checking them out as if they were world famous detectives.

“So you live here yourself I presume?” My mum said still looking at the Pokemon plushie. “No, I-I live with my b-boyfriend and h-h-his best friend” I stuttered. Almost on cue, my hero Dan saved the day by entering.

“Oh hi, I’m so sorry I had my headphones in, hi I’m Dan!” He holds out his hand for my parents to shake which to my expectations they don’t.

“And you are?” My Dad says, looking disgusted as always. Dan smiles not noticing their facial expressions. “I’m y/n’s boyfriend, nice to meet you!”

Almost immediately, both my mum and dad both burst out laughing as if it was some sort of joke. Dan glanced over at me, looking more confused then ever. “Awww sweetie, that was really funny joke” my mum chuckles, wiping a tear from her eyes. “Yeah, your very entertaining son!” My dad clicks his fingers in Dans direction

“Excuse me?” Dan said, as politely as he could, really trying to make a good first impression. My parents finally stopped laughing and gave me a dirty look. “Well, I mean look her I’m sure you have a girl much better then this” My Dad beckoned over to me, sitting in the sofa, slowly recessing my life.

“Sir for your information, y/n is the most stunning, funniest and caring person anyone, ever has ever met and well, I love her to bits. I almost feel jealous of you because you spent about half of her life with her, yet you choose to treat her this way!”

By now, both my parents has shut their mouths and starred at Dan as if he was from another planet. I couldn’t believe it, someone had finally stood up for me! “I think you need to leave” I suddenly felt a burst of confidence as I stood up and confronted my parents.

As quickly as they could, both my mum and dad ran out of the house and into their car, already halfway down the road before we looked out the window

I sign of relief escaped my lips as I looked at Dan. He looked almost sad and sorry for me. “Y/n, I’m so sorry I forced you to introduce me to your parents, I honestly didn’t know!” He said pulling me into the tightest hug.

“Dan, it’s fine don’t worry, there’re gone now!” I said hugging back and digging my face into his neck, eyes closed

After a while, we finally let go. “We’ll I guess they won’t be invited to the wedding” He said quietly but just loud enough so I could hear

Chuckling, I opened my eyes to a kneeling-down Dan, holding the prettiest ring anyone has ever seen.

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