• Jungkook: Wow, what a perfect day to go to the BBMAs and meet probably Justin Bieber Sunbaenim.
  • Jimin: What a shitty day to go to the BBMAs, see Jungkook slobber for "Sunbaenim".
  • Namjoon: I heard he doesn't come to the BBMAs.
  • Jungkook: What a fucking day to go to the BBMAs.
  • Jimin: What a beautiful day to go to the BBMAs. I will enjoy the time.
  • BTS [mumbles]: Jimin was jealous.
13 Reasons Why Preference #1: Pets

a/n: let me know what you guys think; if you want me to continue doing preferences/who i should add!! i know this is shorter than my other writings but I wanted to get a feel for this first :)

Alex; Cat:

Originally posted by bullet-for-my-valentine09

“A cat? Alex, I never thought you’d be a cat person.”

“See, what I love about them is that they know when to be affectionate, and when to back off and take time for themselves. Also he looks like a mini tiger and I love that about her.”

“That awkward moment when your cat and you have the same personality.”

“Shut up, Y/N.”

Clay; Beta Fish:

Originally posted by 13reasonsvvhy

“Clay, you actually have the dorkiest pet in the whole world. It doesn’t do anything but swim in circles and eat.”

“Y/N, I’d like to remind you that I lost the baby doll we had to take care of for the Home Ec project within an hour, and you want me to be responsible for the life of something other than a fish?”

Justin; Snake:

Originally posted by rafaelasgomes


“What? I told you you were meeting my pet today, Y/N.”

“Justin, I thought I was meeting a dog because most normal people don’t name their pet snake Rover.”


Tony; Sugar Glider:

Originally posted by female-winston

“Tony….what…how…you know what? I don’t even want to know.”

Jeff; German Shepard-Husky:

Originally posted by wkom

“Jeffery Atkins oh my freaking god what is this?”

“He’s a Husky German Shepard mix.”

“Oh my god he’s adorable and I 10/10 am coming to your house without you like babe, I love you and all that but your dog is my new favorite Atkins.”

“Wow, Y/N, that hurts.”

“Love youuuuu. But you don’t have the sky trapped in your eyeballs so I think the dog wins this one.”

Monty; Guinea Pig:

Originally posted by montedelacruz

“Monty, babe….you know I think you’re the hottest, sexiest, most attractive personal alive, right?”

“Of course…but why do I feel like I’m not going to like what you say next?”

“…you know how they say that people look just like their pets?”

“Y/N, I’m going to stop you right there.”

Zach; Dachsund:

Originally posted by oliviagrey3

“Y/N, I’d like you to meet Bark Ruffalo.”

“Oh my god, Zach.”

“Do you know what happens in the summer?”

“If you say a stupid pun, Dempsey, we’re breaking up. So think, is it worth it?”

“….he becomes a really, really hot dog.”


Originally posted by knightlley

Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader
Request: Hi there, I discovered your blog only a few days ago and I absolutely love it💕 I just noticed that your requests were open so I was wondering if you could do 181 and 170 (or just 181 if that’s too much to ask 😂) with Monty? Thank you so much if you write it ! 😊💕
Word Count: 843
A/N: Welp, my first ever smut story. I need some holy water, that’s all I have to say.
Warnings: SMUT
Italics = You, Bold = Monty

   You body was sprawled over Montgomery De La Cruz’s bed. What was supposed to be studying, quickly turned into something completely different. Math had always been your least favorite subject, so after an hour or so of trying to study, you grew bored. You watched as Monty spun in circles with the chair he was sitting in. It was weird being close to him because at first you guys didn’t hit it off too well. It seemed that all he ever cared about was getting into any girl he could get his hands on, but when he somehow managed his way into your heart, you knew that you might’ve been wrong. He was looking for the right person, and it completely surprised you that Monty could actually be a gentleman. Even though he slipped up sometimes, he genuinely tried. He cared about you, he really did.
   “Monty, baby, I’m bored.” You whined, rolling around in his bed. “Let’s do something.” Sitting up, you stared at him, waiting for his reply. “If you’re bored; Wanna have sex?” You stared at him with a shocked expression before walking over to him and straddling his hips. A smirk painted his face as he stood up, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Let’s try something a little different tonight.” He carried you over to his desk, sitting you down before it. He leaned down to kiss you roughly, then pulled away to slap your ass. “Bend over.” You bit your lip, doing as you were told. He pushed his body up against your backside and you wiggled your butt a bit. Chuckling, he got on his knees, peeking under your skirt. He massaged your butt a bit then slowly pulled your panties down. “Monty what are you-oh~” Wasting no time, he presses his tongue to your wet heat. His hands held a firm grip on your thighs as you writhed above him. Your hands tugged on his hair as small moans slipped from your lips. His tongue was buried deep between your folds, hitting all the right spots. “Oh babe, I’m gonna…I-I’m gonna cum.” He groaned, your words completely turning him on. His thumb rubbed harsh circles on your clit and moved you so that one leg had been sitting on the desk. Taking his other hand, his put in two fingers, harshly moving them in and out. Your knees felt week as you neared your first orgasm. “M-Monty I’m gonna cum!” He hummed against your sex as you reached your high. Your breathing had quickened and your knuckles turned white as you gripped onto the edge of the desk. He stood up, slapping your ass again a few times. “You look so hot bent over that desk. You like that don’t you?” Barely able to feel your legs, you slowly stood up and turned to face him. “My turn.” You walked over to him and pushed him onto the bed. Unbuttoning his pants, you pulled them down along with his boxers, watching as his member sprang free. You pumped up and down his length a few times before situating yourself over him. Slowly, you slid down onto him and he growled, holding a tight grip on your hips. His bucked a bit, eager to move. “(Y/N) you look so damn sexy on top of me.” You moaned at his words, holding his hips down so you could do all the work. Leaning forward and placing your hands on his chest, you bounced on his cock. He ripped your shirt off and pulled your bra down, not bothering at all to take it off. “Yeah that’s it baby, fuck yourself.” He words motivated you to go faster. His grunts and groans like music to your ears. “Faster babe, come on.” “I-I…” Monty held you up while playing with your ass. His cock moved at a fast pace as his hips moved up to meet yours. Flipping you both over, he topped, pounding into your dripping pussy. Using the headboard as leverage, he buried himself deeper into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your nails scratching the skin on his back. “Tell me how good I’m fucking you.” He was short of breath as he stared down into your eyes. “Oh Monty, you fuck me so good. Keep going I’m close. Make me cum please, I need you.” Unhooking your legs from his waist, he threw them over his shoulders. “Cum baby, come on. Cum for me.” Grabbing your hand, you allowed yourself to let go. Your back arched of off the bed, your nails digging into his shoulders as you screamed his name. He pulled out, pumping his hand over his length as his cum shot over your stomach. “Fuck babe.” You both sat there out of breath and panting. He picked you up, and you looked at him confused. “I’m not done with you. It’s going to be a long tonight.” You giggled as he carried you to the shower. And he wasn’t wrong, Monty gave you a night full of screaming and pleasure.



Make Me Cry

Originally posted by hartshoney

Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Request: “39 – Clay Jensen”


39. “I’m just tired.”

Word count: 1.576

Posted: 21st of May 2017

A/N: Another Clay imagine! I hope that you are liking my imagines and I hope that you keep on supporting me. I am trying to write as many imagines as I could since I’m having my training period next week. Updating might be slow, because I will be working and I won’t have my laptop with me. I will do my best to write every request and, hopefully, I can post them soon. I hope you understand, thank you.

P.S.: I am not accepting any part 2 requests for my prompt imagines, sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: betraying, a little bit of angst and swearing

“Clay.” You mumbled as you let yourself fall on the ground for what you’ve just seen. Your heart broke and your world fell apart as you heard Jessica’s bedroom door slamming in front of you. “Hannah.”

You wanted to move, but it seemed like someone was stopping you to do so. You wanted to cry, but tears wouldn’t stream down you face. You wanted to shout, but it seemed like your voice was taken away.

You were in one of those parties that Jessica organized because the school was almost starting and she invited the whole school to celebrate the last days of summer together. In fact, the house was too crowded and people were having fun, except you.

You weakly went downstairs emotionlessly as the happening was slowly sinking in your mind. You slowly walked, one foot in front of the other as you tried to protect yourself from people’s sweaty bodies. Everything was in slow-motion as you dealt with the images of Clay, your actual boyfriend, and Hannah kissing. You couldn’t accept it, you just couldn’t.

The only things that brought you back into the reality were the loud beats of some techno songs and the smell of the disgusting mix of drugs, alcohol and cigarettes in the air.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Your brother Jeff asked as he noticed you in the middle of the drunken crowd. He grabbed your hand and pulled you near him so he could have the chance to talk to you properly.

“I…” You started to talk and the tears finally found their way out. Jeff hugged you tightly as he gave you the chance to let your resentments out. “Clay.”

Your vision was blurry as you remembered how Clay behaved with you in these past few weeks, he was strange and detached from you. You thought that he just needed some time to breathe before the classes resumed, but now you noticed that he needed that time to spend it with Hannah, one of your close friends. You were blinded by his love and by her friendship, that you didn’t see the hole in your almost perfect relationships with them.

“Let’s go outside, okay?” Jeff rubbed your back and as you wet Jeff’s brown shirt with your hot streaming tears, you tortured yourself as you remembered every scene where Clay acted in that way.

“What’s the matter, Clay?” You worriedly asked your boyfriend when you noticed that he was staring blankly at the ceiling of your room. You were talking about your plans during your holidays together, but he didn’t seem so interested about it.

“It’s nothing, Babe. Maybe I worked too much earlier.” Clay responded, quickly looking at you. He was afraid to make you feel unimportant, but that was how Clay socialize with people.

“Are you sure?” You raised your eyebrow and you really started to worry for Clay’s behaviour. He was silent and overthinking.

“Yes, love,” Clay assured you once again. “I’m just tired.” He shortly answered.

“Do you want to go home now?” You asked as you took his arms off around your waist. You sat up from the bed and you observed Clay’s face. He somehow felt relieved to see that you weren’t angry at all.

“May I?” Clay sat back up too and he looked straight in your eyes to find the answer, fidgeting with your fresh, thin and candid blanket. He knew you well and he would know if you were lying or not.

“Yup, don’t worry.” You thought of his well-being first, instead of making a scene. You thought that maybe there was really too much work at Crestmont’s during his duty.

“See you tomorrow, okay?” He quickly stood up from the bed as he grabbed his sweater from your study table. You were shocked because his energy suddenly increased and your doubts suddenly penetrated your confused brain.

“Take care.” You reminded him as he headed to your bedroom door. He was in a hurry as if he needed to meet someone else. You knew Clay so much and he never wanted to arrive late when he needed to meet someone. “I love you, Clay.” You said as you shook your doubts off, fighting between you and your brain as you defended Clay’s actions.

“Oh, I love you too.” He responded back as he walked back to you and he gave you a quick kiss on your temple. “Bye.” He ran out of the room as he almost stumbled while going downstairs.

It was surely not Clay, because he would never forget to greet you well before leaving, so you followed him downstairs, but as soon as you opened your front door, you could barely see an animated soul in the street.

The humid and hot summer air hit your face as your tears scorched your already red burning cheeks, your still-sober-brother guiding you slowly and watching your steps carefully. You’ve just realized that he was stumbling down because he couldn’t wait to see Hannah that day. You assumed that the change in his behaviour was because of Hannah and you couldn’t help but hate them both, nevertheless hate was a really big and horrible word.

“What happened, (Y/N)?” Alex, your best friend, curiously asked with his furrowed eyebrows as he saw you and your brother. Your vision was blurry as you sobbed very loudly, catching the people’s attention easily. Alex’s comfort made it difficult to cope with the situation that you were already in.

“Fuck Jensen!” You spat as you felt Alex’s arms around your weak body. He was trying to cheer you up, because he knew that your relationship with Clay wasn’t that healthy in the past few days. You confided him your doubts and perplexity about Clay’s action and he was always by your side to listen.

“Clay!” You heard your brother calling your boyfriend and anger quickly sank in your body. You suddenly felt a weight in your chest as you felt betrayed, cheated on and have been made a fool of. “Where were you?”

“Uh,” His eyes started to wander around the surroundings of Jessica’s garden, trying to think of a good and coherent excuse. He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt too, just like what he did with your blankets that night. You already knew his actions, he’s always done it whenever he would lie to you or to people. “What the fuck, (Y/N) and Alex?” Clay exclaimed as his gaze caught yours, seeing the position that you were in, together with Alex. Your anger increased as he totally ignored your endless tears, not caring of what you were feeling.

“What the hell, Jensen?” You carefully pushed Alex’s arms off you and you walked towards your boyfriend. “Answer Jeff’s question: where were you?” Hot and endless tears still ran through your face as you bravely faced up the situation.

“I…” Clay tried to answer but no words came out from his mouth. He was speechless, because he didn’t know what excuse to invent. He was shocked, although he didn’t show it, because he was accidentally caught in the scene.

“I hate you, Jensen!” You angrily said, spitting the venom in your mouth. “I fucking hate you, traitor!” You didn’t want to do it, but someone or something, probably the anger, has ordered your right hand to slap Clay on his cheek as hard as you could.

“(Y/N), what has happened?” Jeff curiously asked as he separated you from Clay, avoiding his close friend to get hurt once again. Alex grabbed you and he tried to calm you down with his touch.

“You fucking ask him, Jeff! You fucking ask him.” You thrusted Alex’s hand off your arm harshly and you started to run away from them, trying to escape from the horrible situation that you were in. The situation hit you as if it was a truck and it broke every inch of you, not just your heart, but also your mind and your soul.

“(Y/N)!” Clay called you as he tried to stop you from running, still bearing with the painful slap that you gave him. He wanted to explain, even though he knew that it would be useless.

“Just go and kiss Hannah once again, it seemed like you had fun in that room.” You shouted back and you saw your brother’s aura became black as soon as he understood the situation. He was wrapped in anger, because Clay hurt you and he promised that he would never do it. “You did nothing but to make me cry in these disgusting days. I hope you are happy now.”

You stood there as you observed the most important boys in your life from afar. You cried as you bear with your broken heart. “Jensen, I am giving up this time.”

“(Y/N), please listen to me first!” Clay followed you and grabbed your hand.

“No, Clay,” You shook your head as you wiped your tears with the back of your hand. “because all you ever did when I needed you the most was to make me cry.”

He broke you and you couldn’t stand to hear his dirty lies anymore. You never hated him like you did that night and you thought that it was finally the time that you gave yourself a value and some respect. You needed to give him up, because Clay couldn’t keep on making you cry, nevertheless the powerful and strong love that you felt for him.

make it stop | justin foley

pairing: justin foley x reader

synopsis: justin is sad and shuts everyone out, but y/n is determined to break down his walls.

warning: just pretty darn sad

word count: 501

“Justin?” You called out, knocking on your boyfriend’s bedroom door. With no answer from the other side, you knocked louder, but still received no reply. “Justin, I’m coming in.” You announced, turning the doorknob and pushing the door open. Your eyes scanned the room for a moment, only to land on Justin, sprawled out across his bed.  

“What are you doing here?” Justin spat, sitting up slightly.

“You weren’t at school, or answering your phone.” You explained while setting your bag on his bedroom floor. “So I came to see if you were okay.”

“I told Zach to make sure you didn’t come looking for me.” Justin sighed, falling back onto the mattress.

“Did you really think I was going to listen to Zach?” You chuckled quietly, but Justin just stared at you with an unamused expression painted across his face.

Keep reading

Okay but guys think back to the time the boys took Clay for a spin in Alex’s car to scare him. When they pull up to collect Clay, Justin jumps out of the passenger side. Now you can’t tell me that doesn’t equal boyfriends, because with how tall and big Zach is you’d naturally give him the front seat for room, not make him sit in the back. Justin and Alex are literal boyfriends, and they were probably holding hands while Alex drove