BTS reaction to you sleeping on their chest

A/N: this is my first reaction, I hope everyone will enjoy it^^

Rapmonster (namjoon): He would be sitting comfortabely on the couch in the living room with an open book in his hand. You were sitting next to him as his shoulder was resting around you so you could lay your head on his chest. After a while it would be really silent as he was reading his book so he looked down just to see your sleeping face. He would be smiling sheepishly because of your fair skin which made you look like a little baby.

“why do you have to look cute in everything that you do?”

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

Jin (seokjin): It would be a lazy sunday when you two would be lying on your shared bed. You’re head was resting on his chest as his arms were wrapped around your smaller form. “jagi? jagi…Y/N?” he would ask confusedly as you didn’t laugh at his dad joke. He would turn his head towards you and instantly would widen his eyes as he saw you sleeping soundly on his chest. The little snores that escaped your throat was everything to make him know that you were deeply asleep. Slowly getting up without waking you up, he took the blanket from the far end of the bed to tuck you into it. He tiptooed out of the room to make his way to the kitchen. He was planning on making a little soup for you because of the hunger that always grow into you when you wake up.

Originally posted by jjilljj

Jhope (hoseok): You two would be sprawled out on the floor of the practice room after a few hours of dancing. Because of the sleeveless top you were wearing you could feel the coldness of the floor hit your skin so you rolled over to your boyfriend’s side. “Im cold.” you murmured as you snuzzled your face in his chest. “Come here~” he would embrace you into a tight hug as you instantly felt warm because of his body heat. His stomache then made a weird nose, making his lips form an ‘O’ shape. “jagiya~ is it fried chicken or pizza for tonight?” he asked and felt slightly embarrassed for the loud noise of his stomache. “Y/N?” he would ask softly as he didn’t receive a respond. “aww~” he looked down to see your chubby cheek pressed against his chest as you selpt. “my jagiya is the cutest!” he would be internally fanboying over your cuteness.

Originally posted by nnochu

Suga (Yoongi): It was late at night when you entered Yoongi’s studio with some snacks and coke in your hands. You decided to bring him some food and not to sleep despite him being busy lately. He didn’t have the time to eat properly because of his hard work for their upcoming album so you always made sure that he was fed. “Y/N, I told you to just go to sleep.” he whined and watched you sitting comfortabely on his lap. “it’s past midnight and you haven’t eat anything, you worry me” you pouted and laid your head on his shoulder. He softened because of your words but still went further with his work. After two hours he finally finished and leaned back in his chair as he embraced your form tightly. “I finished” he said but got silence in return. Looking to you, he would realise that you fell asleep. He would snuzzle his nose against your temple and carry you to your shared bed. 

Originally posted by yoongles

Jimin: you two would be lying in each other’s embrace as you cuddled in bed. His mascular arms encircled itself around your waist to pull you onto his chest as you giggled cutely, making him also giggle. “I’m tired” you whined and laid your head against his chest as you totally relaxed. “sleep then” he said and brought the blanket up to cover your body which was in a pyjama. His soft stare would be fixated on your sleepy face as he sang a lullaby. Your eyes closed itself slowly until you deeply were asleep. “sweet  dreams, cutiepie” he whispered and kissed your head lovingly. 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

V (Taehyung): After a long session of playing with your puppy, he would fall asleep under the table as you made your way to your boyfriend who was lying on your couch, watching a movie on the TV. “taetae~” you would beam and lay down on his chest. “hm?” he asked and kissed your cheek as you looked up. “let’s cuddle” you suggested and received nothing else but his famous cute smile in return. “only if you won’t fall asleep” he challenged. “deal” you accepted his offer and immediately laid back down as you clutched onto him. Taehyung counted to thirty and looked down to see you already asleep on his chest.”this girl” he shook his head and putted his oversized sweater over you to keep you warm.  

Originally posted by helendrv

Jungkook: you would be lying on his broad chest as both of you laid on the sofa, him being busy playing games. “jungkook~” you whined for the millionth time that day. You were eager to go outside because of the good weather but he told you that he first had to win the game. You just shrugged it off but it has been two hours since he started to play that game and it worked on your nerves. “wait jagiya…I almost finished” he said but you already gave up as you turned your head away from the TV. Silently falling asleep you embraced him tightly, making it difficult for him to move his arms. He sighed and also give up. “you won” he said in between a sigh, thinking that you were playing with him until he looked own to see you fully asleep on his chest. He would widen his eyes and let go of his controller as he embraced you too, giving you his warmth so you peacefully could sleep. 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

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DA:I companions (plus advisors) meeting the Hero of Ferelden (kudos if Leliana is in a romance with the Warden)

Cassandra: It’s an honor, of course. She might not have been anywhere near Denerim during the Blight but she knows what they managed to prevent– anyone who doesn’t just needs to look at the Hissing Wastes. They are a hero- as the name suggests- and she’ll treat them as such. But on a whole different level she is also Lelianna’s lover, and after years of serving the Divine together the Seeker knows more about the famous Warden than she is perhaps comfortable with. But its good to see their spymaster so happy, and theres a part of her that wants to see if this distant and almost legendary figure lives up to the sweet stories that Lelianna can be convinced to tell about her beloved.

Solas: Having seen spirits play out several aspects of the blight, from Ostagar to Denerim, the rift mage is curious to see the hero behind so many of those moments. If they’re a city elf and he hears about their experience before Duncan recruited them it confirms some suspicions in his head of how their race has fared among humans, but for the most part Solas enjoys listening to stories of their travels and observing the jovial mood amongst the Inner Circe and most of Skyhold.

Varric: Its a check off of his list of famous heros to have drinks with, and the dwarf is happy to set aside the role of racanteur to listen to the warden’s stories. When they mention Lothering he can’t help but be reminded of Hawke, and between bouts of note taking reminds himself to pen a letter to his friend in Kirkwall. Its been enough time since the blight that a warden character might go over well, and he needs something new after the Hard in Hightown 2 fiasco. Best to take notes from the source.

Blackwall: If it’s before Revelations he avoids them like the Blight itself. He has no way of knowing if they knew the true Blackwall and if they are going to reveal his secret to those people who trust him. Despite numerous invitations to join in on evenings in the tavern he stays apart in the barn and waits until they are gone. After Revelations sees him cautious around the Warden, ready with an apology if the Warden calls him out for his actions. But a good warden died in the beginning of their adventure too, and before long the two are at least comfortabe around each other.

Sera: The Red Jenny was young when the full terror of the Blight struck Denerim, but she remembers peeking out of the cracks in the cellar door where they sheltered and watching the Wardens take on darkspawn. If they are Cousland or Aeducan she’s wary of them, but otherwise she’s willing to sit down to a drink with them and- if the conversation goes well- to embark on a few pranks together.

Vivienne: If the Warden is from the Circle the Grand Enchanter will be quick to inquire after their politics, but otherwise shes polite and somewhat aloof. By the time news of the defeat at Ostagar had finally reached them the Hero and their party were well on the way to havig things handled, and the Battle of Denerim and fall of the Arch Demon happened too quickly for most circles to pass a vote on whether or not they should send people. Their stories are entertaining though, and its worth it enough to watch Sister Nightengales masks fall a bit as the bard relishes being around her inamorata.

Dorian: The Blight wasn’t given too much attention in Tevinter, mostly due to its relatively short time span. And if it hadn’t been for Felix Dorian might not have known anything at all about the Wardens or the Hero of Ferelden. But while he was still an apprentice he and Alexius had poured over every scrap of literature the could find regarding the taint, and he’d spent a very informative morning talking to a Ferelden merchant who’d been stuck in Denerim. Felix is gone by then of course, but Dorian still pokes at his old research from time to time and the offer to donate it to the wardens search- if they are not yet successful- spawns a few evenings of camaraderie and the beginnings of a friendship.

Iron Bull: Its a thrill to hear stories of the Arishok when he was till a Sten, and having read extensve Ben-Hassrath reports from both the former soldier and others who observed the chaos of the blight he’s eager to share drinks with the person behind the legends. If they recovered Sten’s sword for him his respect for them grows even higher but he is most keen on hearing descriptions of the arch demon. By the time they are done he is slightly envious of them– what a hell of a fight!

Cole: “Whispers not your own, nightmares and old gods and black in the blood. You are’t you anymore, but you make people happy. Happier than honey in wine or shoes.”

Cullen: The commander will be extremely tempted to hide out in his office until they are gone. Their last meeting was spectacularly awful and he has no wish to face their anger or disapproval, and if they are a mage those feelings are a thousand times worse. But eventually the warden drags them out -with a smile and the assurance that they understand why he said what he said so many years ago- and he is convinced to join the group for drinks and stories even if he has nothing to share himself.

Josephine: By the time she gets the proper quarters set up, deals with the nobles who want to meet the Hero and pries Lelianna away from her love long enough to help her get everything squared away the ambassador is exhuasted. But diplomacy rarely sleeps and besides she is too happy to see her friend happy to miss spending at least a few moments in the tavern. ONce shes there and has a drink or two she relaxes further and settles in to enjoy the wardens stories.

Lelianna: Her happiness is complete. For too long she and her love have been completely seperated, with only a rare letter to ensure the other that all was well. For the first hour or so that the hero is there she refuses to let go, and they hold each other in the alcoves of the aviary and just soak in each others presence. After that there are people to meet and the spmaster insists that her warden gets some rest, but that night they take their seats in the tavern and the story telling begins. In time she is convinced to grace them with a song or two, and for a moment it feels so much like the camps of old that she has to wipe a surreptious tear from her eye. Its been a long time since she was so happy, and nothing can take it away.

Cole Sprouse | Jealous


WARNINGS: Spoilers for the season finale, short and maybe pretty cheesy and horrible.

A/N: Sorry if it is not good. I really have writers block lately and the finals don’t help at all.. Byeeee ♥





Cole sprouse and the reader were you get jealous when you see the bughead scene from 1x13

You and Cole had been dating for a while now and you were fully aware of his job and the whole ‘Bughead’ situation on Riverdale. But everytime it was just a simple kiss, a hug or holding hands, something you had grown to be ok with but this time things got worse. 

It was this scene where Jughead places Betty on the counter and they kiss and there is so much sexual tension and then they took of their shirts (at least Betty did). But that was a scene you were not aware Cole had even filmed so you were extremely shocked when you saw that.

On the day of the finale you and Cole were sitting on the couch, cuddling, while the rest of the cast was comfortabe and watching the show as well. You had been enjoying it so far until Cole told you to go bring some more snacks. The thing is Kj had just refilled the bowls so there was no need to but Cole insisted. After a while of that Cole gave in and just pulled you closer. You could’t understand what this was all about but you shrugged it off, until realisation hit you a couple of seconds later. It was the scene I told you about a while ago, with the sexual tension between Betty and Jughead being too much. You looked up at Cole shocked but you said nothing. Your blood was boiling and thins feeling of jelousy took over you for the first time in a long time. Actually, you were looking at the sreen as if you were going to explode and completely break Betty’s neck but you just kept it inside until everyone left. 

When the appartment was finally silent and the only people left behind were you and Cole that were living in it you finally broke. “What the hell was that?” You asked, anger bubbling up inside. “It was just for the scene Y/N.” He said trying to calm your temper. “Then why’d you hide it from me?? You think I wouldn’t find out about this scene?” You asked frustrated. Cole did nothing but looked at the floor not facing you. “Tell me!” “I just didn’t want you to get upset baby.” “Don’t call me that. And why did you think I would get upset?!?!” You said a little bit calmer right now. “I know you baby. I did this for you.” he said coming closer to you and grabbing your face. “If you had told me it wouldn’t be like this.” You said holding onto his hands. “God, I love you.” He said. “I love you.”

EXO When You’re Manager Becomes Abusive


You walk into the room, a mask on your face. 

“Jagi!” Minseok smiles as he sees you walking through the door. You nod at him, and he wraps his arms around you.

“Are you sick?” He asks as he points to the mask. You nod at him. 

“Here,” he reaches to pull of your mask. “Don’t worry about me, just be here comfortab–”

“Jagi, is that…?” 


“And is it from him?”


This would stress out Minseok a lot. He cares so much about you and your well being, he can’t physically understand why your manager would start to become abusive. Your manager was prone to yell at you and your group mates before, he’d usually abuse you with his words. But one day, you decided to speak out for it and it resulted in this. Minseok would want to get you out of there as soon as possible, because he’d never want this to get even worse. 

“Why would he do that to you? Look we need to get you out of there as soon as possible.”

Originally posted by xiundeer


Luhan already knows about your manager. He’d been pretty iffy around him, and he’d always make sure it never went to far. He knows that your manager has made you and your band mates stressed out, your manager has even made you cry from time to time. Luhan would be doing everything in his power to not get too angry, but when you came home with the marks on your face, he lost it. 

Luhan would waste no time to go to your company and tell his side of the story. Of course, your company would side with your manager at first, but Luhan would be there for you as your defense. 

“Uh…sorry we need more evidence or something like that….”

“More evidence? Look what he did to my girlfriends face? Is that not enough evidence? I swear if I’m lying, you can do whatever you want with me.”

Originally posted by dawnlus


“Babe, what’s that?”

“It’s nothing…I just fell,”

“Nothing? Did you fall on a hand shaped ground?”

Kris would be like Minseok in terms of stress. He’d be more mad at himself that he didn’t get you out of there sooner than he should’ve, so you’d never have to get hurt. It’d really make him think everything over, so that he wouldn’t only think about physical revenge, because the company would take care of it the best. 

He’d really do anything so that you can get away from your manager. He’d take you and your group away to another company, or just have your manager fired and taken away so you’d never have to deal with him again, he’d need to think seriously about these things before he’d do the actions.

“I need to get you out of there. No matter what it takes I’ll make sure you’ll never have to deal with him again.”

Originally posted by imsjb


“Aish Jagi, come back here.” Joonmyun caught you. You were trying to sneak away from inside so that you could put on some makeup to hide the marks on your face. 

“Don’t think you can hide those from me. Explanation, now.”

“I-It was the manager…he was really yelling at all of us today as we were all tired from everything. I told him off then he hit me.”

Joonmyun’s smart. He wouldn’t be thinking brashly about this at all. He’d think about all of the possible ways to get you away the second he saw the hand marks on your face. He’d know just how to take care of the situation so that you would never have to deal with your manager again. (If you guys know the drama “Cheese in The Trap” I feel like Joonmyun would be like Jung in a situation like this…where he like outsmarts the person he’s trying to hurt by hurting them through other people…I kinda feel like Joonmyun would be like that.)

“I’ll protect you, Jagi. Don’t stress about it, okay?”

Originally posted by wintershower


You’d come home, tears streaming down your face. First, out of anger and frustration towards your manager. Second, out of the pain that your manager caused you, emotionally and physically. 

“Oh? Y/N what’s wrong?”

“H-He…he went to far this time…”


Lay would be really confused and worried. He’d be confused because he’d thought that your manager knew better than that. Sure, Yixing understood the yelling, but he’d always assumed that the yelling was just a motivation thing for you and your. He’d never think it’d go as far to become abusive. He’d know that he’d have to deal with your manager, but he wouldn’t be able to process ideas like that right away, because he’d have a hard time thinking that he gave your manager the benefit of the doubt all of the time, so he’d feel so contradicted. 

“I’ve given you too many second chances. You’ve hurt Y/N now, no more second chances.

Originally posted by lobbu-lobbu


“Is that from him?”


“That mark on your face, did your manager leave that?”


“–He did, didn’t he? He hit you, didn’t he? Y/N, this is going too far!”

Baekhyun would have reached his limit, like Yixing, Baekhyun had already given your manager so many chances, that Baekhyun’s limit was reached. The only thoughts in his mind would be how soon he could get your manager away from you and your group. He’d really not want to deal with it, but when you were involved, he had to become involved too.

He’d probably do the same approach as Luhan and go to your company with you with the “evidence” to get your manager fired.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s because of me you got this. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it, I promise.”

Originally posted by exoturnback



“I heard what he did.”

I feel like Jongdae would be a lot like Kris. He’d need a time to think everything over, because the original thoughts in his head were to physically hurt your manager, just like he did to you. Jongdae would need to consider all of his options on what to do, but one main objective was clear: never let Y/N’s manager get close of Y/N or any of her group mates. 

I feel like Jongdae would be the most persistent one though. He wouldn’t leave or he wouldn’t rest until your manager was fired and/or gone forever from you and your group. He’d pull any strings that he would need to, he’d do anything to protect you. 

“He’ll never hurt you again, Y/N. I’ll make sure of it.”

Originally posted by exoxoolf


“I’ve told you guys this before! One small mistake messes up the whole routine! Work harder, please.”

“Manger, we’ve all been working since early this morning. Each of us are exhausted.”

“Do you think I care?”

“–And one mistake isn’t going to cost us. No one will even notice.”


“Y/N!” Chanyeol came rushing in. He was here to pick you up as a surprise so that you can eat lunch together. Chanyeol would be furious. He’d charge straight at your manager, tackle him to the ground.

“How could you do that to her? She was just saying the truth!”

Originally posted by essentyeol


“What’s that on your face…”


Kyungsoo would be like Minseok and be stressed out with you. He’d want a full explanation of everything, because he’d be like Joonmyun and he’d plot what he would do to get rid of your manager. I also feel like Kyungsoo would be the calmest in this situation. He wouldn’t become too quick to anger, and he’d make sure you were okay more than anything.

“Why’d he hit you?”

“I-I spoke up finally, like you said I should…and then he hit me.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll make sure he’ll never be back.”

Originally posted by huang-shit-tao


“Did your manager do that?”


“Well, someone’s going to die today.”

Originally posted by exoticdinosaur

sorry i had to i’ll be serious.

I feel like Tao would be just furious about this. He would not think about this too deeply, and he’d just think that your manager either needed to leave and be fired from the company, or he would have to do something about it himself.

Because if Tao would have to get involved for someone hurting his girl, it really would not be pretty. 

Originally posted by lil-duckling


“Did your manager hit you?”


“How much does it hurt?”

“A lot…”

I feel like Kai would think about you first in a situation like this. The thought of your manager would fly directly out of his mind, the only thing he’d be concerned about in the very moment would be your well-being, so that you wouldn’t be hurt in anyway. He’d take care of you first, patching you up as needed, getting everything you need first, then he’ll worry about the messed up man of your manager. 

“You need to get better first, you’re all I care about right now.”

Originally posted by ohbaekhyuns


I feel like Sehun would honestly not know what to do. He’s known that your manager could be kinda harsh sometimes with your tight rehearsal scheduling, but he’d never think your manager would go as far as to hurt you. He’d know that your manager had to get away from you and your group as soon as possible, but he wouldn’t know how to do it. 

“Sehun, don’t stress about it too much–”

“–Y/N, what do we do? I know we need to get rid of him, but how?”

“We’ll figure something out…”

I also feel like Sehun would feel guilty about this, because he’d feel like he should’ve addressed the situation better.

“Sorry, Y/N, but I promise I’ll take care of it.”

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

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A/N:  Hello, this is my first imagine on this blog, but I have written others before so hopefully this isn’t too horrible. I need some ideas for imagines, smuts, au memes, etc. If you could send some to my ask that’d be hella great!

Warnings: Language, Smut

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Doctor’s Oredrs

Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery

Pairing: Saru x reader (platonic)

Tags: hurt, comfort, serious talk, reader has some backstory, alien biology headcanon, anxious beanpole is anxious

Notes: Here I am. Doing good, with a fic where Saru finally gets to have a friend. Seriously he needs to find himself a Tilly :P Like if you enjoy, comment feedback! Again, I do not own ST:DSC!

WAIT UP! Now it has part two!

Lieutenant Tyler’s condition wasn’t bad when he reached sickbay, and right now you were pretty certain he could return to his station. You told him to report to you if he felt any worrying symptoms and gave him green light. You turned around to see a certain first officer with a truly miserable face. He was alone and looked like he could use someone to talk to.

Without second thought you took a dancelike stroll to his bedside. Taking PAD assigned to his station you examined his results. You smiled at him.

“Well, our First Officer seems pretty fine to me. Although I can see a lot of bed rest in his near future.” You made the friendliest face you were capable of making. Still, he was looking dully in other direction. You took a chair for guests that was left just by your side and sat makng youself comfortabe. “Mister Saru.”

He finally looked at you but it didn’t make it easier for you. He was in really bad mood to say at least.

“As a CMO in the times of war,” you said with calming voice hoping to get him to relax a little bit, “I must be absolutely certain that all crewmembers that leave this rooms are fit for battle.” He took his eyes of you and looked at his monitors.

“Do not worry, Doctor, I am pretty fine, as you have put it yourself.” He looked so miserable that your heart broke a little.

You turned his monitors off to get him to turn his eyes back on you, knowing that his problem has rather psychological nature. You took your favourite chocolate out of your white coat’s pocket and offered him a piece. He refused, so you shrugged and took entire row into your mouth.

“You know what is the very first thing they teach you about patients in med-school?” He looked at you clearly captivated. “The most important truth, that every doctor must remember, is that everybody lies.”

He chuckled. “That is cliché.”

You took another piece of chocolate, but this time you left two pieces on the foil and put the treat on the bed between the two of you.

“Sometimes things are cliché because they are true.” You turned the devices back on and returned to monitoring his vitals. “So you gonna tell me what’s wrong, or do I make an appointment with ship’s counsellor? And we don’t want that, she’s scary as hell.” You patted the chocolate but he refused once more. You ate the second piece but left the last one. After taking a good look at Saru, you pushed it in his direction. He chose to ignore your actions.

Then you took your time with taking notes of his vitals. “Most remarkable brain activity.” You muttered. He was clearly puzzled with your bizarre complement. You stood up from your chair and checked on the rest of your patients. You collected report from doctor Culber and returned to your place at Saru’s side. The piece of chocolate was still there.

“I didn’t become doctor because of some stupid prestige, chief.” You said straight forward. “Looking at suffering makes me sick and I decided to sacrifice my life to fighting with it. So either you let me help you, or I will force you to get help from someone else…”

“What makes you think that you can help me?” He asked with such sorrow, that your heart shattered into thousand pieces.

“Let’s just say that, I know that sometimes a good talk with a friend works more wonder than any psychotherapy.” You broke your chocolate in half and ate your half like a candy bar. “And I know that you are no master in friend department, are you?” Saru looked like he was trying to prove you wrong but ultimately he must have decided that any denial was futile. “So, will you tell me what is wrong?”

He inhaled before finally opening up.

“I think… That I am just tired.” He paused to touch his forehead. You encouraged him with a little nod. “Tired of being afraid.”

You listened carefully as he described his outburst on Pahvo. You let him take his time with processing his story, because after all it was easier to deal with stuff once one talked about it.

“That was the first time I was free of fear.” He finished, his voice filled with sadness. You moved your chair closer to his bed so that it was easier for you to look at each other.

“From my own experience I know that fighting your fear is the greatest of achievements.” You looked at him with a sad smile. “As a young doctor I met an old surgeon, that wasn’t afraid of any operation. Why? Because he only took cases that he was certain he coud cure, rather than helping everybody. He was believed to be a miracle worker, but he was just too lazy and scared too fight for patients survival. People were just statistics for him.”

You leaned forward to make sure that only he can hear your next words.

“What you did today was completely understandable. You fought for what you believed war right. But isn’t that what you do everyday on the bridge? There you just…  analyse consequences.” He looked at you clearly surprised with what you said. “One cannot just erase fear from existence. Being afraid is as natural for humans as it is for you. It is willingness or unwillingness to fight it that shapes our personalities the most in my humble opinion.”

You put your hand on top of his in a friendly gesture.

“I know it might not mean anything to you but I think that you are the bravest man on this ship. Just because you know when you have to push the fear back, and when to listen to it.” He looked at your hand on his but didn’t move his away from yours. On the contrary, you could have sworn that he pushed it a little closer to you.“I think that one day you will be a remarkable captain, mister Saru.”

He was not smiling but his features lacked the sorrow they were filled with just moments before. You stayed like that for a brief moment before he slowly pulled his hand away from you and started talking.

“I must admit, that this talk did help with my… problems.” He looked you in the eye. “Thank you, doctor.”

You smiled at him. “Call me [Y/N].” You said taking the PAD and clearing First Officer for duty. “There is no legal reason for me to keep you here any longer, but…” you placed your signature under recommendation of taking the next shift off, “if you are ever troubled like that again, come to my office, I will always find some time for a good talk with you.” You smiled and stood up from your chair.

He begun getting up. “I am grateful for your invitation…”

You raised your finger. “It’s not an invitation, it’s doctor’s order.” You said with a smile. Then you noticed that your new friend left something on his bed.

“You gonna eat that?” You asked pointing at your chocolate, still in the foil.

“Cocoa is poisonous for Kelpiens.” He stated and you raised your eyebrow. “I will see you as soon as I have time to talk again.” And he left with his graceful manner.

“Poisonous?” You muttered and took a bite of your favourite treat. “The more you know.”

You're Not Alone

(It’s 7:18 in the morning, I slept for an hour. I thought listening to the album ‘Elevate’ by my favourite childhood band, Big Time Rush, would help me sleep like it used to… It didn’t work. I’ve just been singing, and now I’m listen to 'You’re not alone’ and I’ve gotten an idea for an imagine. Forget my declining mental stability from lack of sleep, this is more important.)

Saying I was sobbing into my pillow was a vast understatement at the moment. I was basically pouring my soul out, hyperventilating, sequestered in a corner with eyes so blood shot, I was partially crying due to the pain I was enduring; emotional or physical, I couldn’t tell anymore. This was a new feeling. Absolute dread, with every passing moment, I could feel my heart break from the pain my boyf… Ex-boyfriend caused me. Years of love and adoration, gone. All in a single text. The man I thought loved me to the ends of the Earth and back, didn’t even have the courage to look me in the eye as he broke my world. As he told me he found somebody else, as he told me the love he once had for me, he felt for another woman now. That it wasn’t me, that any man would be lucky to have me, and yet he just so easily dropped me out of his life. He shattered me. Simply put, there is no way I’ll ever be put back together. He was my world. And I thought I was his.

Desperate and needing a shoulder to cry on, I rang my good friend, Phil. Phil and I have been through so much together and I know his melody of positivity would cheer me up, it always does. After the first ring, he picks up.

“Hey you.” He said in his normal happy self.

I opened my mouth to speak, but upon realizing just how dry my throat was from hours of sobbing, I just began to have a coughing fit.

“Woah, take a breath there.” He laughs to himself for a moment, before taking in genuine concern, “(Y/n)? Are you okay?”

The panic raising in Phil’s voice somehow managed to break me slightly more than I already was. Why did he care, but the man I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with, didn’t? Soon enough I erupted into sobs once again.

“(Y/n)?!” Alarm set in his voice, I faintly heard shuffling, followed by a door slamming shut.

“P-Ph-Phi-l.” I managed to choke out through my sobs.

“Hey, I’ll be there in a few minutes and we can talk. Please get some water, Sweet. And breath.” He stopped talking, but kept the phone conversation active.

I shakily stood up and made my way to the kitchen. I leaned on the island, energy drained from me. It wasn’t until now that I took notice of how ragged and uneven my breathing was.

“(Y/n)!” I heard Phil’s voice, no longer on my phone, but in my house.

Once again, I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but I couldn’t.

I heard Phil’s quick steps enter and exit each room, finaly finding his way to the kitchen.

“(Y/n)?” He asked gently. Scared, I would break.

Little did he know, I was already broken.

With all the energy I had left, which was basically nothing. I looked up at him and croaked out,

“Ph-il.” I began to fall, but Phil quickly jumped over to me before I hit the floor. He was now holding me in his lap has a sobbed into what I think was his leg.

“(Y/n), Sweet, you need something to drink.” He said as he smoothed over my hair, which at this point, was sticking every which way.

Phil, slowly, careful to not move me too much, somehow managed to open my refrigerator and grab a water bottle. He held it to my lips and I gladly accepted. The water may have relieved my physical pain, but the emotional pain was still there.

“Phi-l, I. H-he…”

Phil, realizing I couldn’t speak properly, cut me off with a calming 'shhhh’, and a calming hand rubbing circles into my back.

I melted into his touch. He has always been so patient, which I imagine this whole situation is testing that patience. Soon enough I fell asleep.

Phil’s POV

I’ve known her for years. About 10 years, and I’ve never seen her so… Broken, so fragile, so beaten. The (Y/n) that I know is always happy, strong, and a fighter. So what exactly happened to her? What caused her to be like this. I want to find the cause and fix what’s wrong. I don’t like seeing her like this. Awkwardly, I shuffle myself and her to her couch, I slowly lay her down and notice her phone. That’s a start I guess.

'But Phil, you’re not really going to go through her phone are you?’

'Well, Phil, it’s the only way to figure out what’s wrong.’

'But Phil that’s not your phone.’

And before I knew it I was typing in her password. She had her texts open, so that seemed like a good place to start. Hmm, seems like Sherlock is rubbing off on me. I notice the text thread she’s on, 'Babe 💖💑.’ It didn’t take a consulting detective to see it was her boyfriend. Personally, I never liked him. He seemed to always treat (Y/n) like she was invisible. Her boyfriend should treat her like she’s the world. Like she did to him. Like I would to her.

'Stop it Phil. You know she’ll never see you in that way. It’s hopelessly unrequited love.’

But I can’t help it Phil. The way she looks at him. It’s like her world was complete. Like nothing else matters to her, only him. Her eyes instantly shine with sparkles when he enters the room. And when he looks and her, it was like she falls in love all over again. I want that. And I want that with her. But you’re right Phil, you’re always going to be the best mate.

I quickly flick through the texts, trying not to invade their privacy more than I already was. Until I realized I was on a message sent 3 months so. After mass scrolling, I reach the most recent text. It’s from him, 'Goodluck, (Y/n).’ I scroll up slightly to see a massive message from him. Above that message, there’s a couple small ones.

'What are you doing ATM?
'Nothing, I was watching a film. What’s up?’
'I need to say something.’
'Please hear me out, it’s alot.’
’(Y/n), we’ve been dating for years. You’ve been amazing. We have made so many memories together, we have done some crazy things, we have grown together, and now, I think we’ve grown apart from one another. You’re constantly worrying about your YouTube career, and I do support it, but it’s kind of annoying to always be seen as 'that girl from YouTube and her boyfriend.’ More importantly, so many people know me, and I’m just not comfortable with it. And I met someone…’

That’s where I have to stop reading. I couldn’t go on. He broke up with a girl he didn’t even deserve in the first place, via text?! The little minx, the next time I see him…

“Phil?” I look down at a no longer sleeping (Y/n). She’s rubbing her eyes and looking at me.

“Is that my phone?” She continues.

And the only response I had was a noise that was eerily similar to a toddler learning how to speak.

“So I guess you know then?” She asks.

I slowly nod, expecting a fresh batch of tears to cascade down her cheeks, but she just seems completely emotionless.

“Stupid question, but are you okay (Y/n)?” I asked sitting down next to her.

She looks at me, eyes filled with hurt. They’ve lost their sparkle.

“What’s wrong with me Philly?” She asks her voice beginning to break.

“No,” I pull her into my chest and hold her. I can feel her cry. It hurts me.

“No, don’t say that. There’s nothing wrong with you (Y/n). You’re one of, if not the most, beautiful girl on the inside and outside that I know. You have a heart that cares so much for people who don’t even deserve your care. Anybody who has you in their life should be thankful they know you. So, believe me when I say, (Y/n), it’s not your fault. It’s his loss.” I spontaneously gave her a quick peck on her head.

'Go on Phil, you basically already told her you love her. So tell her you love her in a not so friend way.’

'No, Phil. What are you thinking? She just got dumped, I don’t think she needs a friend confessing to having feels for her.’

“Hmm thanks.” She mumbled into my chest, sending chills through my body.

This is the closest we’ve ever been. Both literally and metaphorically. We’ve hugged before, we’re both huggers/cuddlers, we platonically hug and cuddle all the time, but this is notablely different. The atmosphere has changed. Could be that she’s newly single, could be that I all but told I loved her, maybe it’s the fact that the way I’m holding her could be considered very intimate… Oh my. And now I just realized how we’re laying down, sure comfortable, but very questionable. Speaking of comfortable, did I mention how comfortable this spot is. It’s so comfortab…

(Y/n)’s POV

I groggily woke up and noticed I wasn’t in my bed. Well, I wasn’t in a bed at all, I was in my living room, on the couch, on Phil? Well, stranger things have happened. I slowly untangled myself from him and make my way to the kitchen. I’m feeling quite like cooking this morning. Phil’s over, might as well make breakfast.

About half an hour later I have a complete assortment of Breakfast foods layed out on the kitchen island. I made Phil’s favourite, American style Pancakes. Once I grabbed a tray, I stacked him some eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes (of course), and coffee. I guess this was the closest to a thank you I could manage. His words from last night are in a continual loop in my head. And over the time I had to think about those words, I accepted them to be true. I guess I was his loss.

Snapping back to reality, I picked up his tray and made my way back to the couch. He was on his phone.

“Hey.” He smiles, sitting up and setting his phone down.

“Good morning!” I say, happiness evident in my voice.

“Oooo what’s that?” He asked looking at the tray in my hand.

“Consider it a thank you for last night. You, the sweetest and amazingest best friend I could ever ask for.” I set the tray in front of him.

I saw his face drop for a second, but I passed that off as sleep, a split second laters he was a smiling lunaic again.

“Aww, you didn’t need to think me (Y/n). You’re my friend and I don’t like seeing to hurt.”

“Correction Phil, I do need to thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably still be sobbing my eyes out on that very couch.”

“I wouldn’t want that.” He put on a pouty face.

“Well, neither would I.” I said sitting by him and turing on the TV. This is what friends are for.

Little did either of us know, this wouldn’t be the first time I would call Phil sobbing. It nearly became a monthly thing. I would find somebody, think they’re the one, they would use me for popularity, then leave me. Phil was always there to make things better. Every single time, he’s become like my person Angel.

“I give up.” I say while taking another sip of whatever fruity cocktail Phil ordered for me.

“You said that last time.” He said talking a drink of his drink.

“No, but I actually mean it this time too. Relationships are overrated. I’ll buy my first dog next week. Soon enough I’ll be buried in enough dog fur, I won’t notice my loneliness.” I was half serious.

“(Y/n), no. I’m not going to let you be a crazy dog lady unless I’m drowning in dog fur with you. That sounds like Heaven.” He looked off to the distance dramatically.

“Wait yeah, that’s a good question. Why don’t you have a girlfriend Phil? You’re just about the nicest guy I know, any girl would love to date you.”

Phil’s POV

'Because the only girl I want keeps calling me her bestest, most amazingest friend. (Y/n), I love you, but you’re clueless.’

'Go on Phil, tell her. She’ll probably just think you’re drunk anyway.’

“Haha, I guess I’ve been too busy to date.” I pass off the question.

“Mmmm, you know this drink is really good. I want another.” She says, just finishing her drink.

The bartender magically heard her, and there was another drink right in front of her. And what he said next hurt me.

“Compliments of the bloke over there in the green.” He pointed to a man who looked around our age who was waving.

She waved back, doing those weird flirting fingers.

I cleared my throat.

“What?” She asked innocently, not turning away from the man, he was now gesturing for her to come to him.

“I thought you meant it this time, we were literally just planning out dog fur filled future.” I pouted, knowing that pout worked on her.

“Phil, it’s just a conversation. I’ll be back.” She smiled sweetly and was on her way to the man.

This is how it’s been with her. For months she’s gone to bars, met random people, luckily she’s never gone home with any of them. I wish she would see how this is bad for her. It was harmless at first, but at this point it’s worrying.

Soon enough she, followed by the man are out on the dance floor. Creepy as it may look, I’m watching them like a Hawk. (Y/n) has been drinking and she’s quite the lightweight, so I want to make sure she’s okay and not going to make any decisions she’s going to regret.

As if on cue, she comes up to me and is talking very quickly about going to this guy’s house. The guy is just behind her.

“Uh, I don’t think so.” I say like it’s obvious.

“Phil, I’m a full grown Woman, I can make my own decisions. I just wanted to tell you so you don’t wait all night to take me home.” She was smiling. Did she really think this was the right thing to do?

“Can you give us a moment?” I ask the guy behind her.

“He can stay if he wants.” She said grabbing his hand.

“Okay.” I took a deep breath, “He just wants you for your body.”

She looked hurt. The guy behind her was shaking his head by the time she turned around. She turned back to me, looking more hurt.

“Phil, I know you care about me, but lying is below you.” And with that she walked off hand in hand with this complete stranger.

I sighed, paying for both our drinks and decided to walk home. It wasn’t until I felt in my pocket for my phone, when I discovered (Y/n)’s phone and mine.

'Great. She doesn’t even have her phone to call if anything happens. Maybe I can still catch them before they leave.’

I ran outside and prayed that I would see them. Nope, passing couples, some single walkers, and some overly drunk couple pretty much eating one anothers’ face. I cringed and was about to turn away until I noticed, those shoes look alot like (Y/n)’s. It was dark, but I could make out the white outline. Wait, is she struggling? I pulled out one of our phones and turned the torch on to see this guy shoving his tounge down (Y/n)’s throat. She was trying to push him off, but he was resisting and holding her against the wall roughly.

“Hey!” I say loudly while pulling him off her.

“What man?” He grunted, shocked to see me. Seeing as I was very much taller than him, he was rather intimidated, but seemed to stand his ground.

(Y/n) was crying, that’s what threw me over the edge. I, not thinking I was capable of something like that, punched him straight in the nose.

I pulled her into my arms and held her, she clung to my shirt like it was her life line.

And with that we walked to my apartment. She refused to talk about what happened, and I didn’t force her. But this has to stop. I have to tell her. She needs some type of home that one of her friends loves her. Right? I’ll just tell her that one of our friends says he likes her, I won’t tell her it’s me. It’ll work out. Maybe then she’ll be better.

Once we get back to my place she immediately fell on the couch to take her shoes off.

“Okay, say it. I know you’ve been formulating some type of lecture for me on the way here. So let it out. I’m ready.” She looked at me intently.

“(Y/n), I have to tell you something. Something quite big that I’m not supposed to say, but if it’ll help… I’m going to tell you.”

She was quiet.

“One of our friends, a good friend likes you in a non-friend way.”

She looked at me as if she misheard me.


“One of our friends likes you and wants to be with you. He hates to see you like this. He wants you to be happy. He wants you to have the old sparkle you used to have in your eyes. He wants to see that sparkle every morning he wakes up. He wants to make you his world. He loves you.” I

And just like that, her sparkle was back.

(I finished this at 10:30. I’ve had no sleep, I’m sorry for possible typos/rushes/anything that is crappy. Goodnight… Morning… Whatever.)

Self Harm - Zach Herron (warning)

Summary: can i have a zach imagine where he finds out ab your self harm? I know its a litte dark and if you dont fell comfortabe writing it, its okay:))

WARNING: this imagine contains self harm and hateful words so if you aren’t comfortable with reading this please don’t.

Requested: yes this is a personal imagine for @smut202 I hope you enjoy this!

Word Count: 943



I had been siting on the Why Don’t We couch waiting for the boys to get done recording in the other room. I didn’t mind sitting here for so long because I got to listen to my boyfriend and my best friends do what they love most. Zach and I had been dating for about five months and the hate over time has been getting worse.

He doesn’t want me scrolling through comments or replies but every time I’m sitting waiting for them I find myself doing exactly that. Sadly, my eyes only focus on the hate I get and I don’t see much love any more.

In the beginning of mine and Zach’s relationship everyone was so supportive but then things changed. Zach told me that they were just jealous while I thought they hated me. The comments ranged from ‘ugly’ to ‘kill yourself I don’t know why Zach loves you’.

I had been depressed for a while but Zach doesn’t know. Zach doesn’t know about my self harm also. I have scars all over my legs and arms so I have to wear pants and long sleeves or sweatshirts all the time. Soon the boys came back into the room and Zach sat next to me. I shut off my phone and set it down next to me.

“Hey babe. How are you?” He asked me.

“Pretty good. You guys sounded amazing.” I replied.

“Thanks Lauren.” they all said in unison.

I nodded and got a notification that someone commented on my picture. It was a photo that the boys photographer August had taken of me in a crop top, sweater and jeans in front of the Why Don’t We house. I was very insecure of my stomach but decided to post it because I thought I looked good. Not everyone agreed. I opened my phone to look at the notification and the comment read, ‘she’s so ugly and disgusting. lose some weight fatty.’ “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” I excused myself.

Once I got inside the bathroom I locked the door and the tears started spilling out of my eyes. They were impossible to stop. With my vision blurred I started the search for my blade hid in the drawer. Once I found it, my back found the wall and I slid down sitting on the ground with my legs crossed.

I rolled up my sleeve and slowly brought the blade up to wrist and cut. A tear slipped from my eye because my arm started to bleed. Not long it felt nice and started to feel better.

I felt well enough to bring the blade up once again and cut two more times. My body slipped into this peaceful state.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. I couldn’t bring myself to getting up and cleaning the room. All I did was lift up my other arm, roll up my sleeve and cut twice.

The knocking had turned to yelling and banging. “Lauren are you okay? Why won’t you open the door?” Zach yelled.

All my body could squeeze out was a low “I’m sorry.”

A few moments later Zach busted in the door and immediately collapsed to the floor next to me. Tears were running down his face at a faster pace than what mine were.

“Guys get in here! We need to get her to the hospital!” Zach yelled for the guys.

After that I blacked out.

*a few hours later*

I woke up in a white room with someone standing next to me.

“Lauren are you awake babe?” Zach questioned.

“Where am I?” I asked. I was hooked up to multiple machines and there were bright lights every where.

“Babe you’re in the hospital. You were bleeding really bad from cutting yourself.” By the time Zach had finished he was in tears. “All the guys came to see if you were okay.”

I lifted up my head to see four boys with blood shot eyes and messy hair with get well cards and balloons in their hands. “Oh. Thank you guys.”

“Lauren, can I ask you something?” Zach questioned.

“Of course.” I responded.

“Why did you do this? How long has this been going on? Why didn’t you come to me sooner?”

“I’m so sorry Zach. The hate had been getting so bad and I knew you don’t want me reading comments but it’s so hard to not see them. I’ve been cutting for the past three months. It helped me feel better and have some control over my life. I didn’t want to come to you because let’s be honest it wouldn’t have changed anything.” I said finishing with tears streaming down my face.

“Boys can we be alone for a minute?” Zach asks.

The four boys all move out of the room and Zach kneels down next to me.

“Babe. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. If you felt this upset that it drove you to hurting yourself you need to come to me. I’ve been where you are before and I got through it. You have to be strong and not care what other people think. You are the most beautiful, head strong, smart, caring, and inspiring girl I have ever met. Please don’t let anyone tell you any different. I love you so much.” Zach said.

Now, both Zach and I were crying. Zach always put such a genuine smile on my face. “I love you too.” I said bringing my face up to his and planting a sweet passionate kiss on his lips.


A/N: This is written off this prompt proposed by @kagabutt. I was going through my prompt tags and had to write this for Kagami’s birthday. I changed the prompt just slightly but it’s got the same base. Hope you enjoy (:

Pairing: AoKaga
AU: About ten years after high school. 
Characters: Aomine Daiki, Kagami Taiga, Mibuchi Reo, Hiumuro Tatsuya, Hayama Koutarou
Words: 3041
Rating: M

Honestly what was he doing? It wasn’t like him to take it upon himself to “treat himself”. A large exasperated sigh escaped from between his lips as he shuffled his way down the soon-to-be busy city streets. With his hands in his dress pant pockets, his blazer left unbutton, and his red hair slicked back; he continued his walk, looking around nonchalantly. Kagami stopped in front of a closed shop with a large black tarp draped behind the glass window. He took a look at himself, criticizing his outfit and questioning whether or not it was appropriate. Maybe he was a little too over dressed? Ah, whatever.

With a few minutes walk added to his journey, he had finally brought himself to new trending bar on the upside of Tokyo. Upon entering the bar, Kagami was suddenly greeted by an overwhelming amount of high-end lights and furniture; accompanied by a large mahogany bar in the back, which stretched from one end of the room to the other. Just parallel to the counter was an assortment of various champagne and wine glasses, polished and glimmering in the low light setting. Seriously, was he wearing enough to be in such a place?

“Taiga-chan,” a familiar voice greeted him from the side. There was only one person who’d call him that.

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My legs hurt (Supernatural One Shot)

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Author: dreamworldbridge

Word count: 730

Warnings: none


“Ugh. How much longer do we have to walk? My legs hurt.” You complained, pushing away a treebranch that was in your way. You and the Winchesters were currently walking through woods back to the Impala after ganking a wendigo. The son of a bitch’s nest was pretty deep in the forest, and it actually took you more than 3 hours to get there. So, here you were, walking through the forest with stupid bugs and annoying branches all around you.

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Dear Zayn,

I feel like I really need to tell you something.I know those past years has been a life changing experience to you, you always said you wouldn’t be there without us, but you’re not the only one.You changed all our lifes. You gave up all your privacy, all your hard work just for us. It’s time to thank you now, for all the slepless nights, lonley days, when you missed your family, thank you for your wonderful smile which could light up my entire day. Thank you for your beutiful voice which was the best lullaby every night, thank you for your goofy jokes which made me laugh when I was sad,thank you for making my dreams come true. You made my dreams come true you were the aim I had, the motivation to come to the city I am now at, London. And I’m here happy with job, friends, independent. Thank you for changing my life Zayn. I wish I could see you in concert but I see the chance havent been given to me, but you now what? As long as I know that you’re not sad, stressed, angry.. I’m okay. Cause I know you’re fine somewhere in the same city as me. You have a loving family, wonderful friends and us, your fans. Doesn’t matter if you’re still in the band or not, we will always love you. We will miss you on stage, in the interviews. But speaking for myself, I know that it’s better for you, for your health. Even tho we are all sad now, I’m happy cause you finally made the right move, the one you will be comfortabe with. The pressure of press no privacy is depressing. I’ll be praying for you darling, I’ll be praying really hard hoping you’ll find the real happiness you really need, all the inner peace you need, and I’ll be praying to jump into you on the street one day, invite you for a coffee and tell you all of that face to face. 

Thank you for making my life better Zayn,thank you for bringing the real me to life, no matter what… I will always love you.

Can we talk about the size of Chuck’s bladder?

Because I’m pretty sure more than just a couple of hours passed between this:

and this:

(Judging by how long it takes to get from Alaska to Hong Kong.)

OK, but seriously. I picture Herc and Chuck getting ready to fly to Hong Kong, and Herc is like, “Son, you sure you don’t want to take off your drive suit? Maybe you should take it off,” and Chuck is like

 "You’ll be more comfortab-“


lovable-yuuri-deactivated201708  asked:

hey~ i really like your OPM ask blog, any tips on starting one?

Hey there sweetie! I’m glad you’re enjoying the ask blog! It means a lot to me.

Okay so, starting an ask blog. For starters:

*Pick a fandom and a character
-You need to find a character you’re most comfortabe with. I usually go for characters that I can relate to, which makes answering asks easier and still make it in character.

*Pick a setting/AU/timeline
-As an avid fan of ask blogs, there are fandoms that have ask blogs following a certain timeline or AU. For example, my OPM ask blog follows the manga or the web comic. My other ask blog follows an Alien AU I made up.

-I also suggest finding something you’re comfortable with so you can have fun with your ask blog.

*When all that is done, you now need to announce you’re up and running.
-Make an art about it, a promo, reblog it to your personal, or even share it to your friends. Tag correctly so people can see.

*Announcements are important.
-For me this is relevant. It gives your followers a heads up on what you’re planning to do with the blog — especially when you go on a hiatus.

-It also helps with asking your audience their opinions about the blog, just in case there might be improvements. (I tend to do this cuz I want people to enjoy the blog.)

*Lastly, have fun!
-Just enjoy the ride. Asks might be a little slow on your first day, but that’s cuz people haven’t seen your stuff yet. It’ll get better once people come clamouring in and becoming interested.

That’s about it I guess? I’m on mobile right now so I might’ve forgotten a few important tips so I’ll come back to edit this again for you.

If you’re starting up an ask blog, all the luck to you hun, and I hope you have fun! xx

Anyone who makes you perform a sexual act on them that you are NOT comfortabe with, is not someone you should be trying to please.

never do anything you are not comfortable with,
its not your job to make them happy at the cost of your comfort.

@ other people on this site soon turning 18 or 18+

please make sure that minors (under 18′s) are okay with you following them: just make a text post or maybe reach out to your mutuals or the people you follow and ask. make sure to remind them that you won’t take offence if they want u to unfollow (some of them are intimidated). as the older people on this site we have a responsibility to make sure minors are comfortable and if that means not following them then that’s what we’re gonna do

respect & protect minors; make sure they’re comfortabe