When she smiles at you from across the room, it’s the color of her lips. When she starts walking towards you, it’s the color of your cheeks. When she lays her hand over yours, it’s the color of her nails. When she beckons you to follow her to the dance floor, it’s the color of the lights. When you twirl her through the crowd, it’s the color of her skirt. When you walk her to your car, it’s the color of her shoes. When you take her in bed, it’s the color of her body. When you wake up the next morning, it’s the color of the rising sun over her face. When you make that decision, it’s the color of your heart…
When you see her walking down the aisle, it’s the color of your love. When you say “I do”, it’s the color of your kiss. When you start the wedding feast, it’s the color of the flowers that frame her face. When you roll over the next morning, it’s the color of her hand resting in yours. When you leave for work, it’s the color of the glint in the eyes of the woman you love.
When you come home from work, it’s the color of your smile. When you open the door, it’s the color of a jacket that isn’t yours. When you hear the sounds coming from your room, it’s the color of your anger. When you walk up the stairs, it’s the color of your ears, listening to every sound. When you open the door, it’s the color of her surprise at seeing you home so early. When you see who the other one is, it’s the color of your shallow breaths. When you slowly walk towards them, it’s the color of your vision. When you lean over them, it’s the color of their fear. When you finish, it’s the color of the blade. When you leave the place you bought together, it’s the color of your brake lights, pulling out of the drive way for the last time. As you drive away, the color of your life changes as the old flashes with the new from the police car behind you.
It was your favorite color, it’s gone now.
When you realize that love isn’t the only way to see it, it’s the color of the officer’s fluids on your blade.
When you find your true love, it’s the color of the smile on your face, driving away from the first of many to come.
Harry’s eyes were a little bit off that day. The have been off for a whole month now.
Like if he wasn’t feeling good, but he was good pretending.
At the moment he was with his friends at a pub near the hotel they had managed to get out without being noticed.
The music was loud and the girl next to him was trying to make him dance, but he just wanted her to leave, it was other girl the one he wanted next to him.
Touring was one of his favorite things in life. The adrenaline, the people, singing, being with his mates. But right now he couldn’t get his love out of his head. Was she ok? Was she sleeping and eating well? Was she feeling ok?
He was a completely wreck at the moment.
He needed her like air.
He missed her.
He stood up out of nowhere and headed to the washroom, dialing her number. It was eight in the morning where she was. She was always up at seven, no matter what, always a morning person.
The weird thing?
She wasn’t answering.
Boredom was eating him alive, only she could bring happiness to his life.
Accidentally he turned on the internet on his phone and his notifications became crazy-as always.
He was about to shout it all out when a tweet caught his attention.
“We’re sorry for your lost Harry.”
And other one “#BESTRONGHARRY” and another one “DIRECTIONERSHEREFORHARRY”
Fans would make everything worldwide trends, but that made him feel uneasy.
He logged in and saw “RIPY/N” as the main trend and he felt his knees so weak that he almost fell of.
He closed his eyes for a brief second as he tried to breath, and control his beating heart.
There was not enough air in there for him.
Fans could be confused.
They can be wrong.
Media can be wrong.
He went to the roof for air and checked twitter again.
There were pictures of her car involved in an accident, that was linked to CNN news. Reportedly, there were no survivors.
That was definitely her car. He had personally bought her that car for her last birthday.
He felt down to his knees, the air becoming too heavy to breath.
Apparently the brakes of the car had broken down leaving her no change to react of do anything as a huge car approached her and hit her directly to her front.
He imagined the whole scene.
He could physically feel the pain.
It was all too much to bear.
He screamed as loud as his vocal cords let him.
The pain he felt couldn’t be described.
He tried to call her again with trembling hands and blurry vision hopping that it was just a bad dreams but there was still no answer. Only the voicemail that allowed him to hear her sweet voice.
He tried to call her mom but there was no answer either.
Nor her best friend.
He was fully sobbing and whimpering as it all hit him hard.
He had lost his family. The love of his life and his baby.
He could have done something, but he didn’t. He was miles away, he left her behind, he always left her behind.
He felt as it all was his fault.
He was going to figure out the gender of the baby in two weeks and now he had lost it all.
Emptiness, emptiness is all he felt.
Another loud scream left his mouth as he pulled his hair.
His phone began to ring but he couldn’t hear it.
He didn’t want to talk to anyone.
Probably now people start to notice what’s going on and try to confort him, however he didn’t want them to. That would only mean he had to accept the tragic truth.
He was going to make it public, his secret marriage and his baby once he found out the gender.
He had bought her a house near the beach as she had always wanted. That one was his last tour and only had three months left until he could be with her every single day.
All the plans. All the things left to do. The things he wanted to teach his child. The first cry, the first day in school.
All of that.
He wanted it with her.
He took the phone that couldn’t stop ringing and threw it to the other side, it breaking immediately.
Standing up and running so he could be alone.
Paps where on the entrance of the hotel room with flashes and their questions but he pushed them away, still running to his hotel room.
Instead of taking the lift he ran all the twenty floors up. He wanted to feel something. Even if it was just tiredness since he was all left into tiny pieces all over the place.
The door was fully opened before he could insert the key.
There she was with her so radiant smile, her baby bump and her arms wide open so she could embrace him, completely unaware of his pain until she saw his face. Puffy eyes, red nose, bloody hands like if he had punched something along the way, his skin so pale that it seemed like he would faint any moment. She became very worried about his condition. “Harry, love.”
He stood there, not moving a single muscle. How was that possible?
She… she was..
She reached for his arm but he took a step back, and another and another one until he was sliding down the wall behind him.
He had definitely lost his mind.
Sobs leaving his mouth again. The picture itself was completely heartbreaking. She kneed next to him with some difficulty due to her baby bump but once she was down to his level she hugged him and traced draws on his back as she always would when he was having a hard time. She felt her own tears, her heart breaking a little. Her true love was so broken due to something she could not quite get, but it had affected him.
“Shhh… Shhh, baby it is ok. Let it all out.” He shook his head abruptly, not believing his mind. “But you… you… the car accident… I… I lost you.”
He closed his eyes at the thought of it. “I am here, I am right next to you.”She only hugged him more, as tight as her bump let her to. But he still thought it was all an illusion.
All if that was too much for a single day, the 15 hour flight, all the things she had to do to get to the hotel room without being noticed, her back has starting to hurt, and now Harry, the one that never cried, crying his eyes out in front of her.
All of that vanished as soon as she felt slow movements inside of her that startled her.
The baby was moving for the first time, at the sound of his voice, at the presence of love.
She rapidly took his hand and placed it where the baby was moving.
His eyes opened instantly, every cry stopping at the feeling of this baby moving under his hand. His little creation with the love of his life, moving, alive. “I’m alive harry. We are alive, whatever made you think the opposite, it’s false. We are here and we love you.”
Tears of joy streaming down the faces of the soon-to-be parents. “Oh my… thanks god. Kitten!”
He let out a breath he didn’t know he was taking.
She was right next to him, breathing, talking to him, with their baby kicking. “I love you. I love you. I love you. You guys are the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Marry me please, love.”
She let out a loud laugh.
“We are already married, Harry.”
“I would still ask you a hundred times. I love you.”
“I love you too, Hazz.“
Today I was downtown at the convention center. As I made my way out of the full underground parking ramp a Very Important Person cut me off. He had somewhere to go. Cross traffic be damned.
I slammed on my brakes and avoided hitting his car. Honking was pointless because he was already screeching up to the next level.
Here’s the thing. I was leaving but he was looking for a place to park. At the next level he had stopped at the sight of someone’s brake lights. Another driver appeared to be leaving a spot but it turned out she had just entered it. Oh that’s so sad for our impatient VIP. He took off but this time I was right behind him.
In his hurry he passed by an empty slot that was sort of hidden by a mini-van. Now it was time for VIP to hit the brakes. Which meant I had to stop - in front of the empty parking spot.
He put his car in reverse. Oh yeah, sure dude, when I see your reverse lights I’ll get the hell out of your way.
VIP waited for me to back up. No one was behind me.
Yeah I moved… to pick up my phone. Then I started scrolling Tumblr.
I wanted to see what you guys were doing. Mallory had a graphic t-shirt post but she was wearing a sweater. That’s twice she’s broken the rules. Jenni sure does need a haircut. Jess’ mom came out of surgery OK. Marj danced in her classroom. None of the men posted anything; they must be busy working!
VIP beeped his horn. I scrolled my phone some more. It seemed like a long time but was probably just 90 seconds. The reverse lights went off and VIP left for another level to search again.
That bumper sticker in the other picture is on an early 80s Ford station wagon with fake wood grain paneling. “Hang up and drive” it says. I’m sure the owner of that Ford never has to be told that because he probably doesn’t have a phone.
Just I always think about that time when lance asked if he would leave him to when allura got captured and like when lance is feeling super down and finally brakes he just asks “would you leave me? You where ready to leave allura and she is far more important than me, iv got nothing in her, iv got nothing on any of you” or some sad shit like that. Just. Yea. It keeps me up at night.
Summary: Dean and Sam fight and Sam leaves for California. Dean doesn’t let Jess go with him so she remains silent all the way to Idaho. You and Dean end up in a tight situation with seemingly no way out (actual episode plot this time omg)
Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess
A/N: this is part of my ‘Jess never died’ rewrite, find the masterpost here
Here’s a simple way of summing up where you want to be in the head of your boss…
We all have perceptions. So does you boss about you. The decisive one concerning your future career is how much potential for future tasks he thinks you have.
But let me put this in perspective:
Let’s say you work hard and your boss is acknowledging and rewarding this. He/She sees your current results and believes in a great career in future lead positions is waiting for you - Position A. Great! Keep working!
Second version: you are having a relaxed job you can easily handle. Your work load is absolutely fine, sometimes you are even bored. But as you get everything done so smoothly your colleagues and your boss know that there is more to come for you. Bigger and more attractive tasks and positions will follow - Position B. Great! Keep doing what you do! Don’t change anything but always make sure to stay proactive, open minded and willing to learn.
Both these positions are in your favor. Congratulations.
If your work is not that much or tough but your boss loses faith in your potential you have a problem - Position C. If you don’t change anything now your chances are high to stay in your current position for a decade or two. Take action, ask for more projects and make suggestions for strategic changes or process optimizations. You should consider leaving the department or the company.
Worst case - Position D: You work your butt of, come early, stay late, skip lunch brakes and never leave the work without something to complete at home. You are given additional tasks and projects and your to do list consists of several pages. But your boss thinks that you are at you personal limit already. He sees you struggling and fighting and therefore does not see any untapped potential in you.
If you are in the “D” sector YOU HAVE TO leave the job as soon as possible. You will NEVER be rewarded. You cannot do anything about it.
Always know where you are and what your options are. Only then you can actively contribute to your career.
One time I was eating at sonic with my boyfriend and this father and son park their car at the carhop menu but instead of ordering there, they walk inside. The dad was carrying a car brake pedal and marched into the restaurant with purpose but like five minutes later they come back out to see that their weiner dog locked them out with their keys still inside the car. So here I am, watching this father and son trying to coerce their dog to jump onto the unlock button for like ten minutes and it finally works. They get into the car with their brake pedal, without ever ordering food, and leave forever. I wouldn’t believe it happened if someone was with me to see the whole thing happen too
Christmas is almost here and I can´t believe that it´s gonna be a year since I started…doctoring. AND WHAT A YEAR. I feel like i learnt a lot but also like I still have even more learning to do.
There is a lot of u here, still don´t get how this rant-filled blog has so many followers but I am glad it has. I am glad there are folks out there caring about my every day bs (and some of u even follow me on twitter! what a ride that has to be.)
Well anyway, I feel like i haven´t posted anything of value in a while. So for the first time in a long frickin time i sat down with my computer, opened a bag of extra cheesy nachos and started to write down some ideas.
In this first post (out of few i guess) I wanna write u down some of the ideas/schemes which worked for me about how to handle your time as a first year doc. As u can see I won´t be using the term intern. Where I am from …u r not really an intern. U are a full fledged doc who still needs some supervision but also sometimes when somebody professionally younger ends up with you….sometimes I am the “attending”. Doesn´t happen often but it does happen sometimes. So if u are from similar backround, or even if u r not…I hope this is gonna be helpful…or something.
Plan your year
What? A year? YOU MUST BE CRAY.
No actually it´s pretty neat so just hear me out. Have some sort of plan/planner. I use my iphone calendar which can sync with my computer´s and I use a paper planner too…bc I am oldschool.
There are occasions like birthdays and anniversaries, work stuff like a conferences and tests and certificates to take which has to be planned super ahead. Making a rough outlook of your next year wont hurt. Setting up a reminder for your boyfriends bday a month ahead so u can research the perfect gift? I mean common…that can be neat. Reminding u the next dentist or gyno visit…..The last possible day to pay for that conference….SET UP SOME REMINDERS. Made my life so much easier.
2. Plan your month
Girl u gotta set up those period reminders. Getting stuck in a all nighter without pad or a tampon and have to ask the nurse to bring u some from the supplies u have for patients….not pretty…and those pads and AWFUL. Nothing worse that handling your shift well just to realize your panties are like something from a murder scene.
Totally kills the vibe.
Also it´s good to know when do u have shifts. Mark the dates. Do meal prep before a shift and a “cool down” activity after a shift. I usually go out to see a movie or just plan a fun night with my bf and a bottle of wine watching Gilmore girls. It will make u something to look forward to as u get up at 4:00 in the frickin morning for otherwise healthy young man who had one watery stool and vomited once…and u bet your ass he called himself an ambulance. OH the rage.
If u have some holiday that month…do so! Sleep in, cook food, chill out…self care folks. Planning is caring.
3. Plan your week
I usually play my week around three or four main activities. Firstly work, second my free tme, my chill time and my beauty time. I´ll talk about work later.
My free time is all about friends, family and my boyfriend. I make sure I stay connected with people I care about even only when I send the poo emoticon to my brother. I call with my mom. I do some reding for work, I check up with finances, I check up what´s needed at home. I make plans to cook/buy/clean up. If not on paper at least in my head. I do yoga.
I CANNOT recommend a more useful app as Wunderlist. If u like lists and u have a partner with who u share a flat THIS IS THE SHIT. It makes u share lists and u can see if he or she checks the boxes as DONE. Makes doing house-work and buying stuff way more easier. And fun.
My chill time is about winding down. I don´t usually do a lot of moving during my chill time. I either just watch netflix or read a book or scroll on tumblr or play new Dishonored. I just chill and I dont care if there are dirty dishes or if my core isnt tight enough.
Beauty time is all about the pampering. Working at the hospital is gonna take a lot. Not just the stress and long hours - but also the overheated rooms during winter when the ganitors run the central heating UP TO MAX SOLAR LEVEL BURN BURN EVERYONE BURN. Your hair suffers and your skin suffers and its all dry and kinda unhealthy looking and there are weird spots and veins….I take long baths, I do face masks and hair masks and essential oils. At least once a week there is a section which is all about that bod. Your body is your temple. And u wouldn´t want your temple to be dry gray depressing wasteland would u. Take care of that bod. There are few essentials, when it comes to these things- I use/bring to wards everyday but about that some other time.
I usually plan one or two fun activities each week. Might seem like that´s not enough but When I come at home at four, it already dark outside, and its six below zero…there isnt much will left in me to even do stuff, not talking about going outside! that´s cray! So that leaves weekends. I plan meetups with friends, trips to the cinema, getting to know the city (bc we moved). Anything really. Something to look forward during your work hours. Unless you work weekend in which case everything sucks and nothing can save you.
4. Plan out your day
Oh boy. I use to plan a day into two big sections. Firstly work, secondly the rest.
I have to be at work before 7:00 and I should know at 7:00 if shit went down with my patients. It usually means sitting behind a computer, eating my breakfast, slurping strong coffee and reading my colleagues notes about the night shift.
Then I make small notes about my patients like “Miss X will have CT today, need to call the tech and tell him…..”
“Mr. Y doesn´t like his diet…gotta talk with the diet nurse and come up with something..”
Stuff like that. Stuff actual FOR THAT DAY.
If u are freshly out of school and suddenly u work at a hospital…the whole process can and probably will take some time to getting use to. You will have to make up a system which works for u - from how to best manage patient, who u can turn when u need a surgeon´s opinion when the the surgeon on call is a total asshole. Which therapist is the best and actually helps people. Where u can score some free pens ? Stuff like that.
For me the hardest thing was how to most effeciantly do rounds. I often have 8-10patients. SOmetines when I am all alone on the floor I have 20patients. And they can be all very difficult cases. And nobody is there to help me.
So I usually start - first the acutely worsening - septic, old folks which cardiac problems, suspected PE etc….there is A LOT that can happen in ID department. If there isn´t anyone actively dying on me I usually start with new admits. They normally take the most time.
I check their papers, their vitals, their main complains and after I go check on the physically. Then I come back and write my notes, order tests etc. When that is all done I check out if any new results came in.
!!I always write notes into my patient´s papers about which results we are still waiting for.
Again, if nobody is actively dying, around twelve I go to have a lunch. I eat regularly. Bc, once again guys. Self-care. The department won´t crumble after you leave for 20-40minutes for your legally required brake. Also running a floor…its a team effort.
And thats why I have to make a correction here…
The first thing I actually do when I come in in the morning, I ask the nurse: Who do I need to see first. Bc nurses are your eyes and ears and hands.
After lunch I write down plans for my patients, something like :need another chest xray and if clear will go home the day after tomorrow…etc. In that case u always know who and when u wanna discharge somebody.
Also I write discharge papers…I try to write a bit every day of their hospitalization…but i am gonna be honest…sometimes I am just too frickin lazy.
And then its 5minutes before the end of my work day. And that´s that.
When it comes to most of my notes in my planner about my post-work activities….I usually have writing down stuff like - V cooks dinner, dishes are on me this time, gotta start christmas decorations. Gotta buy a christmas tree! Write down all the food I wanna cook on christmas…look up recepies and ….
U get the idea.
I was never a big planner. I kinda swam tru my life plan-free. Stuff happened and I managed. But once I started working as a doc I realize there IS A LOT I have to keep up with - work and home and friends and LIFE. It cannot be all work and no fun.
Mafia Boss!T.O.P. Words: 21.2K Warnings: Mention of tons of blood, physical abuse, guns, stabbing, gun wounds and a crying Jiyong Chapter:9 of TBD [Masterlist of other chapters]
Guess who makes an appearance??? Assassin Taehyung ladies and gentlemen!! If you don’t know about that here is the link and if you do, feel free to read on! Originally the chapter was 13k words… now look at it :’)
I swerved around the cars driving down the streets, ignoring the beeps and the slamming of brakes around me. The only concern I had was to make it to my building and to the conference room as quick as possible. I pulled into the parking lot of the building, my tires screeching and leaving marks on the ground and I slammed the brakes once in my parking spot.
I stayed in my seat, the engine running quietly, my hands softly running over the leather steering wheel, the chrome and red Tesla symbol in the middle. I couldn’t even turn the radio on because every song on the radio reminded me of the way she tried singing along, failing miserably.
A soft knock on my window brought me back to reality, making me turn the car off. I got out, slamming the door closed, right away my secretary keeping up with me as she walked next to me.
“Do you have what I asked for?” I spoke up, seeing her look through her clipboard before pulling out the papers I asked.
“Those are the names and faces of the people working for Park HaJoon. I already sent some men on planes to search the area and are searching for anything out of the ordinary.”
I flipped through the papers, looking at each and every one of their faces, imprinting them in my mind. I got in the elevator, going right up with my secretary pulling out the building blueprints where the gang was located.
“This is the headquarters, but they have regular workers there but the CEO hasn’t been in for a week, the VIP is running the building and he has no idea what’s going on.” I nodded and waved the blueprints off.
“I doubt she’ll be there anyway, I sent men out there to be potential business partners and they found nothing out of the ordinary. Everything in there is running smoothly. Did you send out the dogs?” I asked, the elevator doors opening and we both walked over to the conference room.
When last I left all of you I was dropping off my car at the shop for the Service Brake System Warning issue and then also to have them address the fact that I was pretty sure the brakes themselves were giving the sqeak signal they were in need of being replaced.
The rear brakes were replaced. The code for the brake system showed a problem with sensors at the bearing hub (front of vehicle but it does not say which side). So since it was in I had them replace both sides. And they also noticed that the tie rod on the driver side was problematic so I had them take care of that and do an alignment.
Wow that tie rod/alignment thing was not something I had realized was off but since it has been resolved I noticed a huge difference when driving.
Unfortunately, shortly after leaving the shop the Service Brake System lights all came back on so I drove back and they ran the code reader again and now it’s giving an error that could be a short in a wire or a problem with the computer. Which I had already been reading about online as one of the common causes of all this. Figuring out a wire short will take some time so they are having me bring it back in on Monday.
In the meantime, I had a crack in my windshield that appeared after a rock hit it on the expressway a few months back. It was small at first and on the passengers side but it continued to grow and was spreading rapidly lately. So I had the windshield replaced and it feels good knowing that some of these odd repairs are being taken care of. I do notice a few difference to the little dot pattern along the top of the windshield still - but I guess seeing as I have been driving this car for many years, it will take a ride or two to get used to something small but different. My car is a 2004 with 157k on it. But I know it can easily get to 250k and since I have not made payments on it in years - I should be happy that a repair now and then is still a lot less than monthly car payments right?
At least that is what I am telling myself to ease the pain
Today’s swim practice was Stroke. I did not get there early today, so I stayed on after to get myself to the yards I wanted to hit for this week.
Today’s swim pushed my total for the year so far to 126,100 (which is more than my original 124k goal from last year - which I later doubled.) Kind of cool though to have knocked out that goal so early in this year!
I also owe a few folks some hydration nudge photos. So I will get my water filled up and make those happen today!
10x25 on :40 favorite stroke
odd - drill
even - distance per stroke
Main set - just make the free, work the stroke
100 free on 2:00/2:10
75 stroke on2:00/2:10
4x100 kick, rest :20
15 fast kicks off each wall (if fly or breast, do 8 fast kicks)
Kara and Mon-El braking up, Chris leaving this garbage and doing something where people appreciate him, being happy with Mel, doing what he loves, being his goofball self, another man coming in as Kara’s love interest and… CABOOOM. He gets hate by everyone as well and we’ll be laughing our asses off and drinking club soda
This is a list of all the imagines and smuts that have been requested. I plan on doing all of these, just please be patient with me as I go through the list, especially those who have requested Josh Dun imagines/Smuts. I will also be updating this weekly as I get these done and receive more requests.
Any posting dates that are currently listed are subject to change.
Josh Dun Smut: Josh has been away on tour for awhile but when he comes home Josh and the reader can’t keep their hands off of each other.
Josh Dun Smut: One where Josh and the reader are teenagers who are best friends. The reader has a sleepover at Josh’s and the sleep in the same bed. The reader ends up having a wet dream about Josh then wakes up to him eating the reader out and fingering the reader.
Josh Dun Smut: One where Josh and the reader are best friends, but the reader accidentally walks in on Josh naked after he’s just showered. The reader continues to check him out and they end up having sex.
Josh Dun Imagine: The reader is near the end of her pregnancy and isn’t due for another week. But the baby decides to come early, the reader’s water breaks but Josh is playing a show.
Josh Dun Imagine: Josh and the reader have been dating for awhile but while out on a date they run into the reader’s ex who was an abuser. Josh doesn’t know anything about the reader’s ex so once they get home the reader tells Josh about her past relationship. Josh is super supporting and loving about it telling the reader that they won’t have to worry about anyone hurting them again because he is there to protect them.
Tyler Joseph Smut: Where Tyler and the reader are in high school and the reader teases him all day. So, after Tyler is done at practice, Tyler has sex with the reader in the locker room after everyone is left to release all the pent up sexual frustration that has been building up over the course of the day. Also has a bit of a daddy kink.
Josh Dun Smut: One where Josh is so sweet but the reader wants to take control a bit in the bedroom.
Josh Dun Imagine: The reader has been friends with both Tyler and Josh for years but is dating Josh. The reader decides she needs to take a break to have sometime to themselves to clear their head. But, when the read comes back Josh falls in love with the read all over again.
Brendon Urie and Josh Dun Smut: Where the reader has a threesome with Brendon and Josh.
Tyler Joseph Imagine. The reader has schizophrenia and Tyler is always there to help her and be there for her. One day the reader has another attack and Tyler helps calm her down.
Josh Dun Imagine: Josh goes to see the reader in the National Gymnastics Competition. The reader wins first place and Josh is really proud of her. However they find out later on that she go hurt during the competition, the reader only feeling the pain afterward.
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy Imagine: The reader is a student at Hogwarts. The reader catches Draco’s eye as well as Harry’s. Both Draco and Harry end up falling in love with the reader. The reader is faced with the choice of who they want: will the reader choose Draco or Harry?
Tyler Joseph Imagine: Twenty One Pilots is looking for a third member, the reader tries out for guitar/vocals. The reader gets the job, but ends up getting a lot of hate about it. Tyler comforts the reader. Major fluff.
Fluer and Tonks Imagine: In a world where the two aren’t married, but have feelings for one another.
Tyler Joseph Imagine: The reader does gymnastics and Tyler is always there to support them. One day the reader tries to teach Tyler some moves, but fails miserably. Super fluffy.
Tyler Joseph Imagine: They play a game of volleyball, Josh and Jenna against Tyler and the reader. Tyler and Jenna are dating but, during the game, Tyler realised he loves the reader not Jenna, so he brakes up with her. Tyler leaves with the reader. Things between the reader and Jenna get ugly. Tyler saves the reader from Jenna. Tyler tells his feelings to the reader and ends in fluff.
Josh Dun Imagine: Josh Dun is a major bad boy and the reader is attracted to him. Josh feels the same way about the reader, asking them out on a date.
Trevor Wentworth Imagine: Trevor gives the reader a few hickies. Later on Trevor and the reader go to hang out with the rest of the guys from Our Last Night. The guys tease the reader about the hickies. The reader gets annoyed with Trevor but he’s all sweet to them and the reader can’t stay mad at him. Fluff.
Tyler Joseph Smut: The reader and Tyler are out to dinner with the reader’s parents. Throughout dinner, but Tyler keeps teasing the reader. They excuse themselves from the table, heading to the bathroom with one another. Tyler and the reader end up having sex in the restroom to relieve the pent up sexual frustration that had been building up throughout the night.
Ryan Ross Imagine: The reader is sick and Ryan takes care of them. Super fluffy.
Frank Iero Imagine: The reader and Frank get in a fight over something silly. Soon the couple make up and end up cuddling in bed. Lots of fluff.
Ryan Ross Imagine: The reader has had a troubled past. The reader’s father was emotionally abusive causing the reader to have commitment issues. The reader is now married to Ryan, but when they have their first big fight the reader almost shuts down. The reader doesn’t want to end up like their parents, fighting all the time and being in a loveless marriage. After a little bit Ryan goes to comfort the reader, explaining how he’ll never hurt the reader and that he will always love them.
Josh Dun Imagine: It’s the reader’s birthday and Josh treats the reader like royalty the entire day, ends in fluff.
Gerard Way Imagine: Gerard and the reader get into a fight about something silly and obsolete. The reader leaves to stay with a friend to get some space and cool of for a bit. After a few days the reader goes back and makes up with Gerard. Ends in fluff.
Josh Dun Imagine: The reader and Josh have been dating for awhile. The reader comes out as bisexual and Josh is super accepting of it.
Ryan Ross Imagine: The reader and Ryan just moved in together. One day they just decide to bake goodies all day long. Fluff.
Brendon Urie Imagine: Brendon and the reader are staying inside on a rainy day. They end up acting silly and like children; running around the house and playing random games.
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