i got home early so :3

In Your Head - Pt 3

Jughead Jones x Reader

Reader: Y/N

Brother: Y/B/N

Word Count: 3,522

Summary: You are almost 3 months into a relationship with Jughead Jones. You are going through a tough time being too much in your head as the anniversary of “that night” comes closer. Jughead can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: Features sexual content, as well as a rape flashback and parental abuse. Please don’t read if easily triggered.

By the time lunch hit, you were relieved to be half way through school. You actually liked class unlike most people there, but your head just kept replaying the previous nights nightmares. Memories really.

“Hey Sweetheart. You okay? You were quieter than usual this morning.” Jughead gave a reassuring smile that was laced with concern. You had gotten to the lunch table before everyone else, barely picking at your food.

“Yeah I’m fine, just stayed up later than I noticed”. Part of that was true. You hadn’t really been looking forward to sleep lately.

“You still going tonight?”, Veronica had chimed in and slid in next to you.

“Yeah I guess, I think I’ve been cooped up to much in my house…”

“Yeah you went home pretty early last night…” Betty didn’t really finish her sentence while sitting down across the table.

“I just needed to finish some homework and then got through a good chunk of my novel…“

“So what’s the plan ladies?”, Kevin somehow managed to eye all 3 of you wanting to know when to come over to Veronica’s.

“Let’s say 6ish at Betty’s place and we’ll go to my place from there ”, Veronica answered making sure the 3 of you nodded.

“I’ll be with Archie and helping set up for Val with him”, Jughead looked to you rubbing your hand.

“Alright, we’ll see you there”. You gave a reassuring look to Betty making sure it was still okay to meet in her house.

Archie had sat down beginning to talk about and reiterate what Val had told him of their set for the night. He seemed rather excited for her even though the Pussycat’s had easily played bigger gigs.

The bell chimed and you flinched a little out of nowhere. Your body had jumped enough for both Jughead and Betty to notice and without you knowing, they gave a look to each other. “See you after school”? He gave you a kiss on your neck while squeezing your thigh before he got up with his tray.
“Of course, I don’t have to get Y/B/N today. He’s got his bike. So I have a little bit before I head over to Betty’s”.
“Okay, see you then”, he leaned in for a kiss on your lips before giving a slow sprint behind Betty to meet up with.

POV of Jughead

You tugged on Betty’s sleeve really quick, “Hey, can you do something for me”?

“Of course Juggs, what”? Betty gave her classic smile of friendship that was filled with sincerity.

“Can you talk to Y/N for me? I know the rumors of last year but she seems a little on edge, more than normal anyway. I just don’t want to pry and think a “fellow woman” might be more of the answer.

“Yeah I can, I wanted to ask her something as well…” Betty seemed to not be giving complete answers that day.

“Thanks Betts”, you smiled before heading back to go your locker.

POV of Y/N “Hey, my house at 5 instead, V changed her mind”.

K”, you answered in reply to Betty before putting your phone away and before the bell rang again.     

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Now having less time, instead of going to Pop’s, Jughead had walked you home. Hand in hand and all the while taking brief moments to pause and kiss you. Once in the middle of the sidewalk, another against a tree and so on. At the next pause, he kissed your neck, which made you blush, while you reached for the side of his cheek bringing his lips to yours. You used your lips to grasp his bottom one and with a breath he moved his lips to do the same to yours. You opened your jaw wider letting a little bit of your tongue sneak through. You could feel him smiling while kissing you back. After a few moments, you released him. Opening your eyes you saw a blushed and gleeful look upon Jughead.
You had made it to your block. About 4 past Archies place that Jughead had been at for more than a month. Still holding your hand, he glanced over giving a look of concern, similar to the one he had earlier in the day.
“You sure your okay? You jumped earlier…”
You cut him off with what felt like a fake smile. “Yeah, just got startled was all. So…I’ll see you there tonight Heathcliff”?
“Heathcliff?” He gave a heavy smirk before rolling his eyes, “oh God you started reading Wuthering Heights…”
You giggled, “don’t worry, I’m not romantcizing that one. I know the ending is like Romeo and Juliet on crack”.
He gave a big laugh, “Well goodnight for now then Juliet”. He gave a kiss to your hand before pretending to bow.
You smiled walking away keeping your eyes on Jughead before he turned back around. He had only been to your place once, and knew that there was some tension in that house even if you hadn’t explained why.

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The clock turned 4:30. By this time you had done some of your brothers laundry for him, made sure he had something to eat and even managed to play some ps4 before getting back to your room.
You put some lip balm on, a different shirt with a black cardigan while grabbing a bag of your pjs, a book, your pill bottle and clothes for the next day. You nodded to your brother by the living room before heading out the 4 blocks down to Betty’s.

You glanced outside and already saw that the truck Archie surely took with Jughead was gone.

You rang the door bell. Betty answered rather quickly with a “hey”.
You waved to her mother before heading up to her room with her. She closed the door while saying “V said she would be a little bit so we can just stay up here till then”. While you found Betty’s demure odd, you did know Veronica had a habit of being late to everything.
You looked around the rather large pink room, noticing the amount of flowers on the walls. “So, I don’t want to be abrupt but can I ask you something?”. You assumed it either had to do with Jughead or someone else in the group so you nodded.
“A few months back, when V and I found that book with Ethel….” as she spoke these words you started to clam up. You weren’t sure you were in there before she finished her sentence. “Your name was in there, Y/N. Next to Chuck….but you hadn’t told any of us that he had lied about it like he did Ethel and the others” you could tell she was afraid to make eye contact but she looked at you anyway, not with judgement but concern. You moved to the base of her bed looking at your feet trying not to stare back.
Your mouth went dry and you had to pause, mustering up what little courage you had to speak. “That’s because it wasn’t a lie…what did it say”? You looked back up at her while pulling your sleeves over your hands.
“The whole book, had a point system. And like Veronica, you had a “new girls” point with your name”.

She moved her body down and sat next to you, bracing your shoulder.
You took a deep breathe, “I wasn’t sure I was in there….I didn’t think he would be stupid enough to put it in…” you stopped mid sentence. You held your arms trying not to cry, and with taking a deep breathe “I wasn’t….” you paused again “I wasn’t a willing participant ”. You looked up at her, she had a tear in her eye with only concern for you.
“Does Juggie know?”, she asked already knowing the answer.
“No, we haven’t gotten that physical yet and it’s uhhh….well it’s almost been a year since. I know he knows something has been putting me on edge a bit, and I want to tell him…I just..it’s already hard for me to think about”. You felt a lump in your throat, you hadn’t really cried but you felt on the edge of it.
“Okay.” She chimed up with purpose and grabbed you up with her by grabbing your palm. She wiped away her tear. “Do you still want to go tonight”?

You thought for a second, knowing you didn’t really want to go home. “Yeah, I need a night where I don’t get in my head as much”. For the first time in two days, you finally felt like you actually wanted to go to Cheryl’s party. “I want a night out with Juggs too….you know, even if you two are off sleuthing for a bit”. You smiled trying to convince her that everything was okay.
“Alright, we got like 15 until Kev gets here and then V with her driver…” she looked towards the side of her room and back to you, “So did Jughead ever tell you the time he ruined my birthday by eating my cake before I got to blow out my candles”?!
You laughed, “No!” Yet when you thought about it, it seemed perfectly in character of the man you were growing to love.

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“So if I quote Mean Girls and say “get in bitches” will you guys still do it”? Veronica gave a smile with her driver waiting outside the driveway.

Kevin had been there for a little bit, “Only if I’m Gretchen…..”. You all gave a laugh before putting all your stuff in the trunk and got in with your friends.

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Getting ready to get out of the bathroom, you stared into the mirror. You didn’t exactly feel like yourself in Veronica’s clothes. And while you had convinced her out of putting you in a dress or a skirt, she still gave you rather tight forming clothes - complete with a crop top and skinny black pants. You had to remind yourself that this was from the girl that felt completely comfortable in a cat suit not 3 weeks ago. You picked up your black cardigan and put it back on, you weren’t entirely behind your arms showing too much. You were still hiding some things from people even if Betty had now known more about you than anyone besides your therapist.
You took a deep breath and turned the knob.

“Yeeeesssss”! Kevin gave a look up and down of approval. He was in a nice button up and what looked like really expensive jeans. “Here, let me put your hair up…” something you didn’t usually took the time to do in the morning but you welcomed the gesture nonetheless.

Veronica and Betty had finished putting makeup on each other. Veronica in a tight fitted black dress without too much embellishment beyond her necklace. Betty was also in something in Veronica’s but it was black, something unusual for Betty as you had only ever seen her in bright colors and pastels. Hers was less form fitted and flared out at the bottom.
Betty went up to you “you look great Y/N”!
“You too”. You glanced towards Betty and while a little out of place in Veronica’s clothing as well, she had a body you envied for. Sometimes you weren’t sure what Jughead saw in you when he was around these two gorgeous girls all the time.
“Come on”, she grabbed you down with Veronica to the vanity and they began to do your makeup.
You looked at the vanity below you, “….nothing too crazy right”?.
“Nah, we got you”, Veronica said reassuringly.

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We’re about to walk up” you texted back to Jughead who was apparently bored out of his mind with Archie and Val. You felt a little nervous as well a little silly before realizing you were in the midst of Thornhill once again. You looked up a few minutes later greeted by Jughead who had a look of being somewhat stunned. You covered your midriff with your arms, a little uncomfortable in what you were wearing.
“Well….”? You were looking for some kind of reaction from Jughead. Veronica, Betty and Kevin gave a nod while all heading to Cheryl’s door and walking in.
“You look amazing”. He couldn’t stop staring up and down until meeting your eyes. “You always look gorgeous, but this is just different…I mean a good different”! You could tell Jughead got a little nervous himself.
You brought him in close, kissed him hard while grasping the back if his hair.
He smiled while you parted, “come on”, he said while grasping your hand. You went in, and what was from memory, you knew where you were walking too. The closer you got to the middle of the house, the louder the music got. Vibrations filled the house, which was saying something considering the enormously large vintage home.

Jughead led you to the kitchen, where the rest of the gang including Archie was. Jughead took a beer from Archie while you just stuck to a soda. You looked at the bottles, and while engrossed with the familiarity of the smell, you tried to remain with your red cup. Betty and Jughead gave eyes to each other when Betty noticed you and gave you a reassuring nod. Jughead himself saw, a little confused with your mutual look.
You tugged at his shirt, “go ahead, I know you want to go into Sherlock mode”, you whispered into his ear.
“You sure?!” He was shouting a bit while making sure you could hear him over the music. You nodded and gave a look to Veronica. Both you and Kevin followed Veronica and Archie out of the kitchen after you gave Jughead a slight kiss on the neck. At the corner of your eye you could see him smile again. While watching Betty and Jughead make their way to the stairs, you leaned back into the kitchen tossing some of the rum into your drink, then hurried back to the rest of your friends.

The music was loud, but at least good. The Pussycats were all in matching slinky outfits, something you could never have the confidence to adorn. Kevin pulled you in to dance while you took a large sip of your drink, he leaned over to smell your cup. “Ha! I knew you would partake with us”! Both with drinks in hand you loosened up a bit dancing with Veronica and Kevin. Archie was closer to the band making sure Valerie had sight of him. By the time the song ended you finished your drink and Kevin and you went back to the kitchen for more. Veronica gave a nod of holding your spots on the dance floor. You hadn’t really scanned the house to see who was there, but it felt like the whole school was. You hadn’t even seen Cheryl which in itself was a welcomed gift.
“Come on!” Kevin gave you a shot of something and you tapped back the small glass with his. He took shots better than you it seemed, and you threw back what seemed like tequila. You once again mixed some rum with some soda and Kevin did the same before heading out. He grabbed your wrist making your way back to the dance floor with Veronica.

Your eyes drew back to the corner of the room where you saw Chuck and some of the football team talking. He seemed to pause mid sentence while glancing back at you. You drew your attention elsewhere. Moose had made his way down to the dance area with Midge while glancing at you and Kevin. You looked back at Kevin who then chimed in before you could say anything - “Don’t even get me started with that situation”. You smiled and both drank more out of your cups while bouncing to the music.

The trip to the kitchen occurred a few more times, including a instance when you filled up Veronica’s glass for her. You looked at your phone and there wasn’t a message from Jughead. You had assumed Betty and him had found something important.
The air was getting thin and while the house was quite large, the air was getting a bit hot.
“I’m going to get some air!”. Shouting yourself, you made sure Kevin heard you before you gave him a nod looking at the side porch.
“Alright! I’ll be there in a minute!” He kept dancing with Veronica.
A bit more than tipsy now, and almost tripping over Veronica’s flats that were just a slight too big for you, you made it to the porch. The cool wind felt nice, and you decided to text Jughead asking if he had found anything vital.
“Well look at you. You certainly got yourself back into your old habits….” Your spine gave a shudder as you directed your head to Chuck coming out of the doorway.
“Just leave me alone Chuck”, you had enough liquid courage in you to at least speak back to him.
You could smell his breath from there, you assumed he had been at the party longer.
“Now why would I do that when you obviously came back here for a reason”? He edged his way near you and you tried to scoot away from him on the bench. Your body began to freeze and his arm went behind your back grasping onto the porch. He put his drink down only to start trying to touch your thigh while your closed your eyes, heavily breathing while Chuck began to move his hands on you. You began to shout “leave me alone”!
You looked up while hearing someone coming to the porch.
It was Jughead. He forced Chuck’s shoulder towards him and punched him in the face. “She said to leave her alone”!

Chuck was drunk enough that his body weight went to the ground pretty hard. Jughead grabbed your hand and you followed him back to the kitchen. He grabbed your face with both hands and looked in your eyes, “are you okay”?!
“Yeah…yeah I’m alright…” you were still coming out of being frozen from the porch. Trying to take deep breathes, Jughead grabbed your hand again leading you to another room while Betty made sure no one followed the two of you. You were grateful for that.

It was quieter once Jughead closed the door to what seemed like the Thornhill library.
“Are you sure”? Jughead wasn’t shouting anymore but rather being reassuring while grasping your shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah” you took another breath “I’m okay”.
“Y/N…” He paused “you’re crying”. He looked at you in your eyes until you touched your face, not realizing that you had been.
“Yeah, no. I’m alright. Thank you.” You paused. “For that. For being there…” 

Your words trailed. You knew you had to tell him but when you looked back up you already knew Betty had told him something.
“Y/N…..what happened with Chuck…and with you, last year”? He looked down at his feet not sure of his words before his eyes met yours.
“Did…did Betty tell you”? You had hoped that your friend had kept this private.
“She told me about the book. What else happened”? His concern grew while you lead him towards the grand love seat to the side of you.
“I’ve uh….I’ve been here before. Cheryl was rather nice to me last year”. You had practiced this in your head a thousand times, you knew you were going to tell him at some point and you knew then what words you wanted to say. “My second party here….I danced with Chuck. I did a lot of drinks that night. I honestly still don’t know how many. When it got late, he offered to drive me home”. You paused again because now while you were saying these words, the visuals were all coming back to you. You were looking just at the floor now. “He stopped the car at Pickens Park. I thought he liked me. I didn’t notice how drunk he was until he kissed me”. 

You paused again. 1, 2, 3….4….Jughead held your hand. “He uh, pushed me back after that…locked the doors. He moved on top of me and I tried screaming. I tried kicking him, but he’s a lot bigger than me. He grabbed me, and….and I just screamed as loud as I could before he covered my mouth. He hit me to shut up a few times…”, 5…6….7…"when I finally did, is when he…” you paused again while it all coming back as a rush. You closed your eyes hard while trying to give yourself a break before opening them again. You shook your head and you left it there.
You looked up, and saw Jugheads face. You had never seen him cry before. He pulled you in and held you.
“It’s okay. I got you”. You hadn’t realized you were crying again. You held him back and close.
A few moments later, after holding you tight in the embrace, you heard Jughead under his breath “I’m going to kill him…”

one of the greatest things about homeschooling is having quick and steady access to a kitchen full of snacks and i would just like to thank jesus for this blessing 

(I’m 27) I went to school where my mum taught, me and some kids and my 3-year-old (my actual child) were all in the same class, but my mum isn’t actually a teacher, so she didn’t have much to teach us and since I’m an adult, I already knew everything and got to go home early.

This kind of a fuck Customers AND Coworkers AND Managers. But mostly fuck Coworkers and Managers, the customers don’t help matters, but it’s not ENTIRELY their fault. (Except the one lady who asked me where the bathrooms were while standing between the doors…. That lady was just….UGH. it was all I could do not to say “Can I direct your dumbass BEHIND YOU?” )
I work in a restaurant kitchen as a pantry cook. I hired in as a dishwasher then a pantry cook quit and another took 2 months off for surgery and recovery, so the Chef moved me over since at the time we had an abundance of dishwashers, but a serious lack of pantry cooks. So I got trained in a very “here’s what I need, figure out how to do it in 3 minutes” fashion. I’ve been in Pantry now for roughly 6.5 months, and I’ve gotten on pretty well. I know my entire section of the menu, and the only time I really have slip ups anymore is when we first start the new specials at the beginning of each month. Or when I have 30 tickets and the servers are STILL ringing in more when we’ve told them to put everything on a 20-30 minute wait so we can dig ourselves out of the weeds. We’ve only had maybe 5 tables actually get up and leave since I started working pantry and only 1 was my fault. And even then it really wasn’t. I was completely by myself, working all of pantry with absolutely no help as the cook who’d taken a off for surgery came back for 2 weeks then just….stopped showing up, and the other pantry cook was moved to saute. I can only work so fast.
I spent 3 months working the station by myself with only one scheduled day off a week, and 6 weeks of that 3 months I didn’t get a day off at all. I never complained once, even when I found out the owner is an arse and doesn’t pay time and a half for overtime. I was still making half decent money, and I NEEDED the job, so I dealt with it.
About a month ago they rehired an employee to give me help at night. She happens to be my station leads brothers wife’s best friend. So she gets 2 scheduled days off a week, plus more often than not just doesn’t show up on Mondays. Doesn’t call in either.
Whatever, at least it’s something. Except her days off? 2 of our busiest days of the week. So I still have to work those by myself, and then on the weekends she makes a point of coming in 3 hours early so she gets to leave before we close, leaving me to take on the heaviest part of the night by myself AND have to do closing cleanup and prep alone. Again, whatever.
But what’s getting to me finally?
I got EXTREMELY sick on Sunday, so much so I got sent home early cos I was literally RUNNING off my line to make it outside before I got sick ON the line and we had to shut down to clean everything. Today [Monday] I spent all day alternating between trying to sleep while running a high fever and hugging my toilet. So my roommate, who works days at the same restaurant, called in and talked to Chef, who told them I was NOT to come in tonight. My roommate, being the awesome person they are, went BACK in to help set up for the evening parties we had so they wouldn’t be shortstaffed. Not 5 minutes after he left after telling me I was NOT to go in tonight, my Chef called and bitched me out about not coming in, cos I was leaving him shortstaffed, and now HE had to go in on HIS only day off, and now we need to sit and have a talk my next work day. Like I purposefully got sick to cut him short on cooks or something. Even tho, in all likelihood, the reason I’m so sick right now is cos they can’t keep workers for shit [in 3 months we’ve gone through 12 dishwashers, a char cook, a saute cook, a pantry cook, and our lead saute is leaving at the end of July after working there 11 years cos he’s sick of the bullshit] so those workers who, like me, can’t AFFORD to just leave get worked to the bone and burned out until they CAN’T work anymore.
My body can’t TAKE the 112 degree heat of the line constantly anymore. And they don’t pay me anywhere near enough to force myself to go in when I’m puking every 30 minutes like clockwork.
And to add insult to injury, my Chef called me again, I pretended I was sleeping and let it go to voicemail….he wants me to come in tomorrow, my ONE scheduled day off, cos I took today off. Except, I didn’t take it off. It’s not like I asked to be called off cos I’m gadding about town having a lark. I was TOLD not to come in cos I’m puking. I’ve spent my day curled up on the couch, in 4 layers of clothing AND a blanket, bouncing between being freezing cold and sweating like a stuffed pig, trying not to puke on the carpet…. or the dog who has insisted on laying on the floor directly in front of me all day.
I love a lot of the people I work with, I’d miss them so much, and I love getting to work with food, but I am SO CLOSE to putting my 2 weeks in…. Y'know, assuming I don’t get fired for not working tomorrow when I’m not scheduled to.

😊Stressed Out Trip Home (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Hi! Can I get a gray imagine where he gets really stressed out, and he ends up taking y/n to jersey with him and showing her all of his childhood places and takes her to meet the family please!

Warnings: None

A/N: I hope you guys like this! This was more about Y/N meeting his family, but still enjoy! Requests are Open! 

“Grayson relax.” I said as I was sitting on his bed. He was currently stressing out over some rumors going around about him and Ethan on twitter.

“We didn’t hook up with anyone! We aren’t doing drugs! We aren’t quitting Youtube! Who starts these rumors?” Grayson panics as he furiously clicks with his mouse.

“Baby shhhh it’s okay they’re just rumors.” I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his shoulder holding him tightly. He rests his head against my arm before pushing his seat back causing me to let go.

“Wanna meet my family?” He asks taking my hands in his. I cock my head confused at him. “I’m serious Y/N. Whenever I get super stressed I fly to Jersey to clear my head. Y/N let’s go. We’ll be back by Monday in time for classes. Come on.” Grayson begs and I think for a minute. Today was Friday so we would be gone for about two days. I’ve never met Grayson’s parents either. I’ve only ever hung out with E and Cam on occasion. However, the fact Grayson wants me to meet his family makes my heart flutter. I looked into his brown eyes and his white smile. He gives my hands a gentle kiss. I knew my answer.

“Let’s do it.” Grayson jumped up and pulled me in for a kiss.

“Great because I just got our plane tickets and we leave at 3 so be ready.” He says before he runs out of the room to pack.


“And this is where Ethan and I went to school for a little bit.” Grayson says as he’s showing me around his home town. We left LA around 3pm and it took about 5 hours to get here on just a straight flight. We crashed at a hotel because I wasn’t ready to meet his family just yet. This morning we woke up nice and early and drove around New Jersey this morning. We went to an old diner that he used to eat at every Sunday morning with his family. We just drove by his old school and now we were going to a park that he would go to whenever he needed inspiration or anything. After the park I think we would be heading to his house after the park too and I could feel the butterflies trying to break free from my stomach. I haven’t met Grayson’s parents at all and I was so worried to hear what they would think of me. Ethan told me not to worry and that they already loved me because Grayson did. Still, things can change.

“When’s dinner?” I asked snapping out of my thoughts. Grayson just chuckled as he took my hand in his and gave the back of my hand a gentle kiss.

“Babe you don’t have to be nervous for it. I’ve already told them about you and they are so excited to meet you. You have nothing to worry about.” He says rubbing his thumb on top of my hand. I felt a little bit of relief, but I still worried.

“Okay I’m just worried. What if they try and convince you that we shouldn’t be together? What if they think we are bad together? What if–”

“Babe.” Grayson cuts me off. “Come on.” Grayson gets out of the car and I do the same. He walks to my side and gives me the biggest hug he’s ever given me before. He slightly pushes me against the car. His head rests in the crook between my neck and my shoulder. His hug feels so nice and warm. “Don’t worry okay? We came here to get away from the stress.

They’re going to love you. Please stop worrying.” He mumbles into my shoulder, but I understand every word. Hearing him attempt to calm my nerves made me melt. He was always so thoughtful and caring with everyone. That’s probably why he’s so stressed all the time is he’s worrying about pleasing everyone else before taking care of himself. I interlocked my arms under his so they wrapped around his shoulders while I buried my face in his chest.

“I love you Gray.” I said as he stroked his hand up and down my back.

“I love you too Y/N and that’s why I want you to meet my family so they can love you as much as I do.” He says as he kisses my lips softly. I kiss him back which makes him pull away smiling. “Well maybe not that much.” He says as we both started laughing. “Come on, I’ll show you the monkey bars that Ethan pushed me off of and broke my collarbone in second grade.” He takes my hand leading me to the park. We climbed in jungle gym, slid down the slides, played hop scotch, and he even helped me on the monkey bars. We laughed and just had an overall good time. We hung out at the park for a few hours before going to Grayson’s favorite ice cream shop and having dessert before going to his parents house. As we pulled in the driveway I could feel my stomach knotting up again. Grayson must have sensed my nerves rising, because he took my hand in his and rubbed his thumb softly. He then leaned over the console and kissing my lips with a little force but he was oh so gentle. “Ready?” He asks smiling. I nodded. We got out of the car and he took my hand in his and we walked up to the front door. He gave me a kiss on the cheek before he opened the door.

“Mom! Dad!” He hollers as a woman walks out from the kitchen. She has dark hair which lightens at the ends. She was smiling wide.

“Gray! How are you?” She comes up and gives him a hug which he gives on back. She pulls away and looks to me. “And you must be the famous Y/N Grayson always tells us about. I’m Lisa, Gray’s mom, and Sean is somewhere around here. You kids go sit at the table. Dinner is almost done.” She tells us and we do just that. I sit next to Grayson who starts to put food on his plate.

“Ahem.” We hear a man clear his throat looking at us. “I know you are not serving yourself before feeding your girl. That’s not how we raised you.” I started chuckling softly and Grayson looked worried.

“No of course not sir.” Grayson says and he grabs my plate and he starts to pile mashed potatoes and some chicken on to it.

“That’s what I thought. Hello there I’m Sean, also known as Grayson’s dad.” He introduced walking over to me. Lisa then walks in the kitchen too.

“Hey I’m Y/N.” I said awkwardly.

“Yes Y/N we know all about you. If Grayson isn’t telling us about you, then Ethan or Cam is.” Lisa says as she sits next to Sean who was sitting at the head of the table. We all sit around and have little conversation here and there. Grayson’s hand was on mine under the table and he would squeeze every so often to reassure me everything was fine.

“You are the first girl Grayson has ever brought home to meet us believe it or not.” Sean says and Grayson snaps a look to his dad. I smile and I could feel myself blushing.

“Dad.” Grayson groans.

“Yeah Grayson has never been smooth with the ladies. Ethan and him are both pretty awkward kids. I mean look at their father.” Lisa says laughing. Sean looks to her while Gray buries his face in his hands. This time I give him a reassuring squeeze. He looks to me which I crack a smile for him.

“Yeah but in the end I got the coolest girl I know and that’s what my sons will do. I mean it looks like he’s already following in my steps. Look at Y/N. She’s a sweet peach.” Sean says which sends Grayson and I into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah you’re right honey.” Lisa leans in and give Sean a kiss on his cheek which makes me gawk.

“You two are so cute.” I said blushing.

“Well so are you two. You know when I first met Sean’s parents he would squeeze my hand too when I felt nervous.” Lisa says sipping her water. I immediately turn red and I feel embarrassed. “Don’t worry honey we love you. You have no reason to be nervous. Grayson is definitely happier with you and that’s all we want in the end is for him to be happy. Plus, you’re absolutely stunning.” She says which makes me sigh in relief.

“That’s so sweet of you guys to say. I really do like Grayson a lot. You guys did a wonderful job raising him.” I said sounding really awkward.

“Well thank you. We can only do so much. And don’t worry honey he really likes you too. He tells us all the time. He says ‘guys Y/N is honestly so perfect’ or ‘she means everything to me wow I love her’ or sometimes–” Grayson interrupts.

“Alright mom we really need to head out. We’ve had a busy day so we’re going to bed so we can escape this conversation.” He says before pulling my hand to stand with him. His parents give us a hug goodbye, not before Lisa showed me baby pictures of Grayson like him in the tub or just in a diaper.

“It was great meeting you guys.” I said which Lisa gave me a big hug.

“It was great to finally meet the girl Grayson won’t stop talking about. Everything he told us about you does no justice because you are too amazing for words.” Lisa says giving me another hug.

“Don’t be a strange now you two. We love you.” Sean says and Grayson and I walk to the car.

“I love you guys.” Grayson says which I wave goodbye as we sit in his car. We start driving away to the hotel which I look to Grayson.

“I love you so much. Your family is so great.” I said and he takes my hand and kisses the back of it while keeping one hand on the wheel.

“I love you too and I’m pretty sure they love you too. I mean you are the first girl I’ve brought home.” He says shrugging which makes me laugh.

“Well I feel special. I hope this trip relieved your stress.” I said which makes him nod.

“I’m here with you, I got to show you around my hometown, and my parents absolutely love you. If that didn’t relieve my stress I don’t know what will.” He looks to me out the corner of his eye. “I hope you enjoyed Jersey Y/N. I do want to bring you back many times from now.”

“As long as I’m with you I’m ready for anything.” I said kissing his cheek as he parks the car and we walk up to our room and we change into our pajamas. I cuddle into Grayson who has his arm wrapped around me tightly as we drift off to sleep.

Xx Thanks for the request :)

Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 11

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Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 3,286

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: Wow, I actually wrote a chapter kinda fast :o amazing. ANYWAY–enjoy!! :D and feedback is always appreciated~ <3

Namjoon’s heart grinds to a stop the minute the door to the shop bursts open—gunshots sounding and ricocheting through the room. Each pull of the trigger is accompanied by a blood-curdling scream and the terrifying gurgle of blood filling lungs. And Namjoon can do nothing but watch it happen—young and scrawny and terrified.

Get the fuck down—are you retarded?!” one of the men shouts, the barrel of a revolver suddenly thrust into Namjoon’s face, and without another second of hesitation Namjoon places his hands behind his head and drops to his knees. The man laughs at his apparent fear, and despite the fact that Namjoon is completely defenseless—hits the butt of his gun on Namjoon’s head.

Namjoon goes down immediately, sprawled on the cold tile and wincing in pain as blood drips down his face and stains the floor. In the back of the shop he can hear more screaming—more gunshots.

Why is this all happening?

Laughing again, a polished shoe makes contact with his ribs, and Namjoon coughs up blood. Another blow—


More screaming.


Please stop!


Eyes flying open, Namjoon jumps into action and rolls over—grabbing the person shaking him and pinning them to the mattress, his hand tight around their airway. In the darkness of the room it takes a few seconds for his eyes to adjust, and when he sees your concerned, terrified face staring back at him—he releases you immediately and rears back as if he has touched fire—shameful at his actions.

“I…are you ok??” you ask, getting over his sudden defensive actions and sitting up to grab at him. You rub your hand lightly over his cheek, and he flinches but doesn’t pull away—his eyes cast to the wall.

“You were having a nightmare…,” you explain gently, your shirtless body your last concern as the cold air of the room causes goosebumps to rise on your skin. Namjoon’s rapid breathing had been what had woken you, and after seeing the sweat on his forehead and the pained look on his face, you’d decided to wake him up. And clearly you were right in thinking that he’d been having a nightmare judging by how he’d instinctively grabbed you.

“I…I’m sorry,” he breathes, still clearly on edge as he runs a hand through his hair. He scoots off the bed and traces a hand over his chest, checking for any cuts or bruises just to make sure. He hates when those dreams feel so damn real…

“No—no, you don’t need to be sorry,” you assure him, scooting to the edge of the bed and watching him as he paces around, body wide awake and his eyes locked on the floor. “I’m just worried…”

“I’m ok,” he assures you, sighing. “I just have a reoccurring dream that needs to fuck off…”

“Do you wanna talk about it…?”

“I…shit…first I need a shower,” Namjoon responds unhappily at noticing just how much sweat is on his face and body. It’s embarrassing that this had happened in front of you.

“Alright, you do what you have to do,” you respond, sending him a small, reassuring smile when he glances at you. “I’ll be here when you’re done.”

Staring at you, Namjoon feels his heart finally start to calm down.

“Thank you.”

Namjoon returns to his bedroom half an hour later, a damp towel thrown around his neck and his hair messy atop his head. The room is lighter than when he left—illuminated by a small bedside lamp which you had turned on in his absence. You’re lying under the covers still, back facing towards him, but judging by the rate at which your chest is rising and falling, you’re awake.

Sighing, Namjoon rubs his hair a few more times with the towel around his neck before tossing it into the nearby clothes bin and making his way to you. He slips under the covers and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him until his head is nuzzled between your shoulder blades.

“I wasn’t born into the mafia life,” he begins quietly, his warm breath fanning against your skin and his thumb stroking soothingly over your stomach. “I was a normal kid. Went to school, got good grades, had a pretty normal family.

“After high school was over I decided that I’d go to a university, because I had nothing better to do. I got a part time job as an assistant at a small business firm, and basically just filed papers for them for 20 hours a week,” he laughs at the memory. “I hated that job a lot.”

Smiling smally at hearing his laughter, you reach your hand up and place it a top his, attempting to comfort him—because while he may be laughing at the moment, you have a bad feeling that this story isn’t being told just to make you smile.

“A few weeks into working there, I heard some shit from the other works. People were kinda freaked, and from all the whispering I heard I picked up on the fact that that business owner made deals with some guys connected to the mafia—and had fucked up those deals. Everyone was scared that someone would come and attack the business, but the managers assured us that everything we were hearing was rumors—that the mafia was small, and something of the movies.”

Namjoon laughs again, but this time it’s bitter.

“Too bad the ‘mafia’ is basically anyone who does illegal shit and works underground—and when you live in the daylight, you don’t concern yourself with what goes on when you’re tucked in bed at night. That’s why none of us knew how serious crossing the mafia actually was—not until they barged in the front doors one evening and started killing everyone.”

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annaofaza  asked:

Cooking together <3 (hartwin, of course!)

“I don’t get it,” Eggsy said tragically. “I thought I did everything right.”

Harry regarded him from beyond the kitchen. Eggsy had been back from his most recent mission for three days, and he had been in Harry’s house for all of them. Harry had arranged things so he could leave Kingsman early that evening and take the following day off, spend a little time with Eggsy.  And when he arrived home…

The cuts and bruises Eggsy had hoped not to let his mother and sister see were fading nicely, but beyond that Eggsy was a mess.  His eyes were wide, his shirt was stained, and his hair was standing straight up- glistening with what Harry chose to assume was tomato sauce.  He looked like he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry.  

Harry himself couldn’t decide whether to laugh or hug him. He did neither, just stepping closer to Eggsy and resting a light hand on the small of his back. When Eggsy was stressed he got jumpy, and it was best not to touch him much more than that until he invited it.  Eggsy positively sagged against him.  Harry let his arms go around Eggsy, holding him from behind.  Eggsy had mentioned cooking the night before over shared takeaway, but Harry hadn’t anticipated anything like this.  Judging from the number of cookbooks on the counter and dishes in the sink, he had been trying for a feast.  

“You may have done everything a little too right, hmm?” Harry said.  “That stove can smell fear.”

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Wednesday 3/29

What a freakin great day.

I got to the gym super early again, felt tired and somehow logged an awesome 4.7-mi workout, hitting 10k steps before work. I worked 9:00-2:45 and was home by 3:45. It was an absolutely beautiful day so I changed, tossed in a load of laundry, and went out for a walk on a trail by my house. The flowers are starting to come up, even if there’s still snow on the ground.

After that, I finished up the laundry, took out the recycling and garbage, did the dishes, swept and mopped the kitchen floor, and made baked ziti for dinner. I was super productive and by the time I sat down to watch some tv at 7:30 or so, I was pooped. What a good feeling.

I got up this morning, Thursday, and weighed myself - just because. I didn’t expect to see much of a change.. I just weighed myself Monday. But this morning I weighed in 3 lbs lighter than Monday morning. I’m sure there’s some water weight going on here but more than anything, I’ll take it as a sign that what I’m doing is working. Yusssss.

anonymous asked:

Headcannons for spending Fourth of July with the gang?


• Darry would’ve definitely cooked barbecue and hot dogs and hamburgers and chips and y'all know the drill
• they’re was mustard and ketchup flown everywhere
• two bit, soda, steve, and Darry probably all ate like 5 hamburgers and hot dogs each
• steve and two bit went across town to buy the best fireworks they could afford
• Ponyboy and Johnny probably brought a blanket and towels and such and sat outside watching the sunset
• and when it got dark…
• steve, soda, and two bit literally went roque with the fireworks
• like they shot the ginormous ones from their hands and shot some out of their mouths it was wild
• Dally probably showed up late and just sat there
• he didn’t participate in anything
• he’d probably leave after thirty minutes tbh
• Darry was too focused on the food that he wasn’t even paying attention to the boys messing around with the fireworks
• when he realized he was pissed
• “yes sir”
• they listened for like 10 minutes and started doing it again
• pony and Johnny were in complete wonderment while watching the fireworks
• they literally though they were beautiful
• “fireworks do come as a close second, huh, johnnycake?”
• “yeah pony”
• two bit and steve got DRUNK
• once they finished one beer, it was onto the next
• Ponyboy probably went home early to sleep
• Darry went home too
• he begged soda to go home but he said he’d leave when they ran out of fireworks
• they bought SO MANY
• they stayed out shooting until like 3 am
• plenty of neighbors came out to complain
• but when one said they’d call the cops they scidaddled

anonymous asked:

shoutout to the guy who was supposed to relieve me at 3 but got there 20 minutes early. it sounds sarcastic but it's not i was so glad to go home



shiptonofshits  asked:

19, 'things you said when we were the happiest we ever were' with hamburr? Thank you, I absolutely adore your fics <3

Alex is on dish duty for the night.

He doesn’t mind, not really. Aaron is better at settling the kids down for bed, anyway. Alex always manages to get them all riled up again, much to Aaron’s annoyance and Theo and Philip’s delight. 

So dish duty is probably a much safer activity for Alex, especially since Aaron has been yawning constantly since he got home for work. Alex can tell it’s going to be an early night in.

Having a three year old and five year old is a lot to handle.

“You missed a spot,” comes a voice from behind him, arms wrapping around his middle. “Right….here!” Fingers tickle his sides, and Alex makes a strangled, noise, dropping the cup in his hand into the sink, water splashing up.

“Mean,” Alex grumbles, turning so he can face Aaron, who is giving him a tired smile. “You got them down?” He wipes his hands onto his jeans as Aaron nods. “What story did you tell them tonight?”

Aaron chuckles, moving closer and resting his head on Alex’s shoulder. “They told me one. Something about a dog princess and a knight that saved her from a giant robot. I zoned out a few times.”

“Sounds like the next big hit,” Alex say, tone serious, smiling when Aaron laughs again. He nudges at Aaron until they’re looking at each other, moving his hands to cup Aaron’s cheeks. “You look tired.”

“I am tired.”

Alex smoothes his fingers across Aaron’s face, and then leans in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You should go to bed, get some sleep.”

Aaron hums, but shakes his head. “I’d rather stay here with you.”

“Romantic,” Alex teases, smiling when Aaron rolls his eyes. “I mean, really, watching me do the dishes, that’s what does it for you? I’m all for weird kinks but-”

Aaron cuts him off with a kiss, pulling back with an exasperated expression. “I meant so we could talk.”


Aaron huffs out a breath, but Alex sees his lips twitch. “Will you just shut up and let me stay here like I want to?”

“How can we talk if you want me to shut up?” Alex asks, laughing when Aaron groans. “Okay, okay.” He wraps his arms around Aaron as the man leans into him with a yawn. “Hey, if you pass out in here, you’re sleeping on the ground, cause there’s no way I can carry you.”

“I’m not gonna pass out,” Aaron mumbles, but he makes no effort to move away. “I just don’t get how Theo and Philip have so much energy all the time. I feel like I’ve aged ten years just from today.”

Alex smiles, rubbing small circles against Aaron’s back. “They are a lot,” Alex agrees, pausing his movements when Aaron just groans again. “Hey,” Alex gives him a gentle shake. “You’re happy though, aren’t you?”

There’s a long beat of silence, but then Aaron is lifting his head, staring at Alex with furrowed brows. “Of course I am. What do you mean?”

Alex shrugs, chewing at his lip. “I just…want to make sure. I want you to be happy.”

“I am.” Aaron blinks at him, and then moves in for another kiss, bumping their noses together. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”


“Yeah,” Aaron tells him with a murmur. “We’re a family. That’s…” He pauses, and Alex sees him swallow, throat visibly working. “For so long, that’s…that’s all I’ve ever wanted. This, you and me, Theo and Philip, it’s…it’s everything.”

Alex leans in to rest their foreheads against each other, his heart beating quickly in his chest. “Yeah.” He takes a deep breath. “Okay. Good.”

Aaron laughs softly, angling his head to catch another kiss. “Good,” he agrees, smile growing wide. “See, watching you do the dishes is romantic.”

“You dork,” Alex says through a laugh, breathing in sharply when Aaron kisses him again, this time deeper, with much more behind it. “Hey,” Alex tells him sternly, pulling back. “If you want me to finish these dishes, then you should probably not do t-” He’s cut off by another kiss, this one taking his breath away.

Aaron’s hands are tangled in the front of Alex’s shirt, tugging him forward, and Alex slides his hands up Aaron’s back, melting against him as they keep kissing, mouths moving against each other with years and years of practice.

“Forget the dishes,” Aaron whispers against his lips, taking a small step back and pulling Alex with him. “Let me show you just how happy I am.”

Alex smiles, about to make some sort of joke about kinks again, but Aaron must be able to tell, because he kisses him hard, and all thoughts of talking flies out of Alex’s mind, more than happy to let Aaron lead them to their bedroom. 

He never thought happiness would feel as good as this.


So yesterday I started the Advocare 10 day cleanse! I wanted to challenge myself and I found that this is the perfect time to do so. 

I got to the gym this morning for a solid chest/tris day then came home to drink the fiber drink, a protein shake, and later had a couple of Kashi blueberry waffles!

I’m feeling good and although waking up early (especially in the cold winter) isn’t easy, it definitley keeps me productive and happier!

30 mins of cardio then chest/tris:


Dumbbell Chest Press             3 sets of 10- 25 lbs

Tricep Kickbacks                    3 sets of 10- 30 lbs

Dumbbell Chest Fly               3 sets of 15- 20 lbs

Barbell Tricep Superset          3 sets 10 each- 30 lbs

Cable Pull Downs                   3 sets of 10- 35 lbs


I feel like such a hero right now. After a LONG workday and a three-hour ride home, I hopped out of my bus early and walked 3 miles home. The ONLY thing I wanted once I got there was to treat myself to vegetarian delivery food, or a veggie subway sandwich. I looked at all my options and finally decided that if I was going to eat a ton of carbs, I at least wanted to know where they were coming from. (and how much oil+salt would be involved.) So I saved myself $20-odd bucks (gdammit NYC) and made this (extremely affordable) green bowl out of what we had. zucchini, spinach, red quinoa, avocado, mushroom and onion with a little lemon and tahini. holy crow this was SO good. Two photos to celebrate my triumph over eating out on my friday night.

Rising Sun Part 2--A Josh Dun Imagine


I know this has taken forever, but I’m not particularly interested right now of sticking to a posting schedule. Plus I’ve had school and sports and mental illness all kicking my ass, but now that’s schools over and soccer is on a break you may find more stories on here. So thanks for the patience, and here is part two. 


(Your POV)

If you had to use one word for how you were feeling you would use the word irritated. Right after Josh had left your boss had showed up with some of his skeezy friends who spent the day leering at you, catcalling you, and running their hands all over you as often as they could. You hated it. That plus the fact that you had two costumers break instruments and two others yell at you for your “unsatisfactory service” made you about ready to throw yourself of a cliff or at least break down in tears. Today was not a good day. Luckily, you were let off early as your boss decided to close the store early due to his weekly poker game or whatever he did, so at 3:00 you picked up your stuff and walked home. 

It only took ten minutes to get to your apartment, and when you got home you immediately went to the shower. After the refreshing twenty minute shower, you stepped out and dried off.  You were about to put a t-shirt and pajamas when your computer dinged with an email. You opened it up to see an email from spookyjim@gmail.com. It read ‘Sorry I couldn’t stay to chat more, but here’s the ticket I promised. Bring it to the stage door before the show, and someone will get you the backstage pass. Sincerely, Josh Dun :).’ You smiled to yourself and printed the ticket. You took a glance at the clock and realized that you would have to hurry if you wanted to eat and get ready in time to get there early. Slowly you began to freak out. ‘What do I wear?’ ‘What if he doesn’t want to see me?’ ‘What if I make a fool out of myself?’ you thought to yourself. Now you were in a full blown panic attack, rocking back and forth in your towel, tugging on your hair, and whispering to yourself. You tried to calm down, but you could only think about how much of a mess you were, and how Josh wouldn’t want to be near anyone as broken as you. 

You had no idea how you were going to calm yourself down as you haven’t had a panic attack this severe in years, but all of the sudden a soothing feeling came over you, and you absently began to trace your tattoo as you began to calm. It took a while, but you were collected enough to get up and begin getting ready. The attack took another thirty minutes from your day, so you realized eating was going to have to wait. You threw on a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a tight, off-the-shoulder maroon top that really accentuated your curves. Next, you spent a good twenty minutes curling your hair and another twenty on a red and black smokey eye look that took you months to master. You gave yourself a little spin in the full length mirror, and when you were pleased, you slipped on your high heeled boots and walked out your door. 


(Josh’s POV)

Soundcheck went by fast, but still the nerves were still there. Still there was an ever present warmth that seemed to radiate from the tattoo on my left wrist. It was the only thing keeping me from spiraling into a full blown panic attack. After soundcheck, I went back to my dressing room and emailed Y/N the tickets and instructions on how to get the backstage passes. It was only a few seconds before the unsettling feeling spread through my chest. I didn’t understand the somewhat distant feeling of a panic attack. Unsure of what was happening, I called for Tyler who came running in with a look of concern on his face. 

“Josh? What’s wrong?” He took a seat next to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. 
“I’m not sure. I’m not panicking, but there’s a somewhat distant feeling of a panic attack. Like it’s there, but it’s not. I don’t know. It’s stupid.” I let out a breath, but the feeling grew. 
“It might not be you.” Tyler spoke. “I don’t know how much you’ve looked into soulmates, but sometimes soulmates’ bonds are so strong that they can feel each other’s emotions. Maybe, if Y/N is your soulmate, she could be panicking.”
“How do I help her?” 
“I don’t know, Josh. Try relaxing yourself and calming yourself. It might just help her out.” He gave a final pat on my back and stood to walk out. 

I didn’t know what to do, so I took Tyler’s advice and calmed myself down. I sat for a while just keeping my breathing even and absentmindedly running my fingers over the soul mark on my arm. Gosh, I hope she still comes tonight.”


(Your POV) 

The drive to the venue, while not very long, was quite nerve wracking. You didn’t know how the night would turn out. There was no doubt that you wanted to be here, but for some reason impressing Josh seemed to be the only thing on your mind. You don’t understand why you were so enraptured with the guy after only two short and somewhat awkward conversations. Sure he was talented and funny and kind, and you weren’t gonna lie; he was pretty damn hot, but it was like there was something else drawing you to him. You shook the thoughts out of your head. “What a ridiculous thought” you muttered to yourself as you parked and exited your car. 

You made your way to the side door as Josh’s email had instructed and sent him a quick text to let him know you were there. ‘Great’ came the reply. Then, ‘My friend Mark will come and grab you. See you soon ;).’  You stood patiently for only about thirty seconds before the door was opening, and an arm was pulling you inside. 
“Sorry for the abruptness, but we don’t want the fans to see.” The man, Mark you assumed, extended a hand. “Y/N right?” You shook his hand and nodded. “Good. I’m Mark.”
“I figured.” He shot you a funny look. “Oh yeah. Josh told me you were coming to get me.” His confusion cleared up. 
“Right. Oh and speaking of Josh, he’s waiting for you. Follow me.” 

You and Mark made idle chit chat as he led you through the maze of hallways towards the dressing rooms. He stopped in front of a door so abruptly that you almost ran into him. After only a knock the door swung open and you were met with a shirtless Josh in low sitting shorts and a backwards cap. Freshly died, yellow hair spilling from the edges of the cap. Mark fleeing soon after the door opened. “Y/N!” Josh shouted as he picked you up and spun you around, cap knocking to the floor. After realizing what he just did, he quickly placed you back on the floor and ran a hand through his hair again. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t… I just.. caught in the moment?” He tugged at his hair again. “Was that okay?” His voice came out timid and shaky. You saw the signs of anxiety, so you placed a hand on his arm and gently pulled his hand from his hair. 
“It’s okay, Josh.” You stated smiling. “It was okay.” He visibly relaxed, and a small smile spread across his face. He heaved out a breath. 
“Josh?” a voice that you recognized as Tyler Joseph spoke from inside where Josh’s frame blocked the room. “Don’t be rude. Introduce me to your…friend.” 

Your heart rate spiked as you realized you were going to meet your idol, and a wave of nervousness washed over you. As if sensing your sudden nervousness, Josh grabbed your left arm and rubbed soothing circles into your wrist. “Y/N, Tyler. Tyler, Y/N” Josh said gesturing to each of you respectively. 
“I know” you replied and immediately flushed. “That came off wrong. I’m just a huge fan, and I never thought that something like this would ever happen.” You blushed harder and looked to the floor. 
“That’s okay” Tyler chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you. I can finally put a name to the face that Josh hasn’t stopped talking about all day.” You blushed again, and shook his offered hand. 
“Tyyy, that’s embarrassing.” Tyler laughed, and you giggled.

 For the next hour or so you sat in the dressing room with Josh, Tyler, and eventually Jenna, but eventually you had to leave so that the boys could finish getting ready. Jenna walked with you to side stage where you were to watch the show. You were immersed in a great conversation about aliens when she interrupted you. “Sorry y/n, but that’s a really awesome tattoo.” There was a strange glint in her eye that you couldn’t quite read. “Where did you get it done?” 
“Oh, I didn’t. It’s the, uh, you know, the soulmate tattoo, but I haven’t found the other person with the matching one.” You shrugged. “They’re probably not even out there.” 
“I’m sure they are, Y/N.” She smiled. “Maybe they’re closer than you think.” You gave a huff of indifference right as the lights in the arena went off. Screams filled the air, and the boys made their way onstage. Josh threw you a thumbs up and a cheeky grin right before he began to hit the drums, and the show began, all thoughts of soulmates, tattoos, and crushes put aside.

dear sigmund

I did that thing this morning that people without children get to do: set my alarm for a relatively early time and then snoozed it lazily for about an hour. I had dreams in between each of the snoozes but only remember two of them:

1) I woke up and went upstairs to find my parents had come home early. They admonished me for sleeping in so late in that way that’s mostly meant to be good natured and but always seems at least partly like passive aggressive criticism. My mother said she wanted to show me this amazing photo from their visit to Mt. Rushmore, but when I looked it was a faded sepia portrait of a girl of about 3 or 4 from maybe the early 1900s.

2) I woke up in a cabin or outdated hotel room in the middle of the night next to Jon Snow. Some other guy from GOT was sleeping in the trundle bed beneath. I can’t remember who. We all joked around about something and then I invited the second guy to sleep with Jon and me. He was in the midst of making the switch when the alarm went off. None of this was sexual.

Professor Pride Week 29

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Title: Professor Pride Week 29

Characters: Professor!Pride x Reader, Gibbs, Dog!Tony

Word Count: 1,437

Warnings: fluff

A/N: Next week is the LAST part to this series. So when this is all said and done, give me some feedback? <3 I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3

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Monday morning, Pride woke up bright and early.  He was more than ready to have you back at home.  All last week he would turn over in bed, hoping to find you next to him, but you weren’t there.  There was an extra pep in his step this morning, knowing that he could finally bring you home.

Pride quickly got dressed, glancing over at the clock.  He wondered if you were awake this early.  Were you waiting for him to come and get you?  He grabbed his keys from the nightstand, pushing off of the bed.  He couldn’t wait anymore.  He needed you here.

The ride home was pleasant for you and Pride.  He was smiling from ear to ear the whole ride home.  You were smiling too, but you were still in a little pain.  Who knew a gunshot wound would hurt so much and for so long?  It didn’t stop you from singing along to the music Dwayne had on in the car.  It felt good to have the wind blow through your hair again.

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Okay so this week I visted three of my friends who are staying in Copenhagan, in Denmark for 5 days. On our last night, one thing lead to another and it was 5am and we were walking out of a bar that one of my friends works in, carrying 2 chairs that her manager said she could take home. So a group of 5 teens galivanting around with chairs in the early hours of the morning!? We attracted attention!

 We were slightly inebriated (lol) so walking down the street we bumped into these 3 random girls who we just started chatting to. They asked us about the chairs thinking we stole them! We got chatting and found out they were from… you guessed it, NORWAY!

Me being drunk me straight away asked if they watched Skam! They immediatly squealed and were like yes of course! One girl said she knew Thomas, who plays Willhelm!!! I died!!!

Then the second girl interjected: “Also I know Tarjei who is Isak!!!! Once again inebriated me went straight to the point!! I basically said: “No way!! He is such a talented actor! But I always wondered if he is gay or straight?! He is so convincing!

She was quite tipsy as well so had no problem answering lol!!  TARJEI IS STRAIGHT!!! And not only that, according to her, but is a massive fuckboy, who uses his Skam fame to get with a LOT of girls!!! hahaha

I actually could not believe the chances of meeting those girls!! Not only am I dead at this hilarious info, but it also increases my admiration of Tarjei’s acting skills!! He is the most convincingly gay straight actor I have ever watched!

I just thought the Skam fandom would want to know this! Drunken me was pretty shook ngl!

Birthday Proposal

Enzo Amore/OC: It’s your birthday so Enzo takes you out and has a little surprise for you; a shiny diamond ring. Fluffy af. Requested by @wwe–imagines

I told y’all this one wouldn’t be angsty. I can make no promises for the next couple, tho. Especially bc I’ve been thinking about those quote ones ever since I got you guys to send some in so I might sprinkle a couple in here and there bc I need to write them. I can feel it.

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Pardon my language, but holy shit! Hello sims world! How is everyone? I know, I know its been a damn long while. Work just got so crazy on my end, that by the time I get my butt home I pass out dead to the world.

But today, for the first time in months, I was able to leave work early and tapped into this part of the world. I miss building, and so damn happy that the wonderful cc creators are still releasing so many amazing things! Thank you for making it such a joy to build and decorate!

P.s. this one is a record for me, build and decorate time: 3 hours