lounge & sleep

Tip if you live with room mates or parents:

Make your bedroom your SANCTUARY. Make a place you want to go to at the end of the day to relax, having a dirty room is so stressful. And I get it, you sit there and stare at it, but don’t tackle the clutter because it’s overwhelming. My advice, just start somewhere. Even if it takes you a few days. GET RID OF STUFF YOU DON’T NEED. Minimize your belongings. (Read DO LESS by Rachel Jonat. It has seriously changed my view on organization and clutter and has opened my habits and my mind to minimalism) I donate all of my unused but salvageable goods to thrift stores, because keeping them around to try and sell them can cause you to continue to be overwhelmed.
Then, once you’re room is cleaned, let your bed be your bed. It’s for sleeping and lounging only. Try to get a good desk for homework and study.
Then for decorations
GET COZY SHEETS, CANDLES, FAIRY LIGHTS, drape tulle or tapestries along your walls or ceilings with push pins or command hooks. (Small Holes in walls are easy to fix by yourself btw, just do a quick google search.)
Get a cozy comforter and comfy pillows. If you have an uncomfortable mattress, get a comfy foam mattress topper (@ target for $12) to help. Keep a little tray that you can lay your night time goodies on. Mine has a lavender pillow spray, a wide tooth comb, water bottle, Vaseline (I put it on my lips, lashes and brows before bed), and my notebook in case I have any wild ideas I want to jot down during the night.
Keep a catch all try by your door. Lay your keys, sunglasses, watch, etc. there, so you know where they are when you’re rushing out the door. Also, have a place to put your purse. If you can’t put a hook on the wall to hang it up, get an over the door hook hanger from Walmart. (I love this thing because I keep my purse, school bag, fave Nike hat and umbrella there, and I always know where I put them.
Use things like white boards, calendars, and pin boards to keep yourself organized, and design yourself a motivational vision board.
ORGANIZE YOUR DRESSER. Keep socks, undies, bras, tights in the top drawer, then shirts, then pants. But if you can, hang up tips that you know will get wrinkles easy.
Put a cozy rug in your room to keep your feet warm, but don’t forget to clean it, because if you have pets it will start to stink.
Keep clutter off your bed and DIRTY CLOTHES IN THE HAMPER. I don’t care if you need 3 hampers, idc if you need 3 hampers for dirty clothes and 2 for clean clothes, just KEEP THEM OFF THE FLOOR.
Play some chill music while you just hanging out. Light your candles, sit back, and enjoy your beautiful chill room.

Morning Dew (Ethan)

Summary: You have an adventurous day in with your boyfriend that consists of a lot of sleeping, bed-lounging and eating.
Word Count: 2,095
Warnings: Fluffiness and laziness. Also, lots of cute banter.
A/N: This idea just flitted across my mind and me being me, I just couldn’t resist writing it. This is heavily inspired by the tweets from Chrissy Teigen and John Legend where they spend the whole day in bed. I love them. - THIS IS NOT EDITED.


Everybody knew that Ethan Dolan was a morning person. And not one of those who would get up at the ass crack of dawn and instantly run around like child on adderall. But he didn’t like wasting his days with just stretching under the covers, he actually wanted to make his days count.

Which is why, you barely reacted when you felt him press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. You didn’t know how early it was, but it was early enough for you to still feel sluggish and tired, like you hadn’t had your full eight hours of sleep.

“Babe,” You heard him murmur into the silent room, the warmth of his breath hitting your exposed skin, making it pebble. “Come on, get up.”

You made an indignant sound from the back of your throat, burying your cheek even deeper into the pillow as you drew your eyebrows together in a displeased scrunch. Ethan touched your shoulder, letting his fingers skim across your skin before they stopped their journey.

“Baby.” He was whining now, and you hated to admit it but his voice sounded extra sexy with how raspy it was from sleep and lack of use.

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Witch Tip #3

Try not to dry flowers in places you normally lounge or sleep. Since you’re pretty much waiting for flowers to loose all of it’s life forms and shrivel up, it can give the room a bad energy. Try drying herbs/flowers in places you don’t normally hang a lot of time around, but still make sure it’s suitable for drying things. If that’s not possible, a routinely cleansing and charging of the room will help. 

BTS | Their GF Always Sleeping In One Of Their Sweaters/Shirts With No Pants

fairyflossed-bunnymilk said:

EXO/BTS reaction to their gf always sleeping in one of their sweaters/shirts and no pants pleaasee~~


Jin:
“I’m gonna get ready for bed,” you said with a yawn.

“Oh, hang on,” Jin said before taking off his sweater and holding it out to you.

“What’s this?” you questioned.

“You said you were getting ready for bed…you always sleep in one of my sweaters, take this one.”

Originally posted by fawnave

Suga/Yoongi:
“You’re cute but do you always have to do that,” he said looking down at your sleeping for, “That’s my favorite sweater…I mean you could just ask me to get you one…and you fell asleep at the dorm without pants on again, we really need to have a chat when you wake up.”

Originally posted by jeonbase

J-Hope/Hoseok:
“What’s all this?” you questioned, seeing the pile of sweaters and shirts on your bed.

“I’m going on tour, I thought you might need them…make sure to send lots of selcas!”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Rap Monster/Namjoon:
After awhile of you sleeping in his shirts and sweaters without pants he would slowly begin to not really notice because it was just notice. But then there would be those days that he really would wish that you you had worn pants.

“That is my favorite pair of underwear on you…and you are asleep…damn this is not going in my favor.”

Originally posted by bangtanboys-official



Jimin:
“I’m going to get a bottle of water from the kitchen…do you want one?” you asked after you exited the bathroom in only one of Jimin’s shirt’s and a pair of underwear.

“No…no I don’t,” he replied. You nodded and left the room allowing him to let out a deep breath. He should be used to that by now, but he wasn’t. His shirts fit you so perfectly, and the underwear you wore didn’t help the situation either. “Oh boy…”

Originally posted by chimtae

V/Taehyung:
No matter how many times he would see you sleeping or lounging in one of his shirts or sweaters without any pants it would catch him off guard for a second.

“Tae, why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re just so cute jagi…that’s all.”

Originally posted by suga-com

Jungkook: 
“Control thy self, Jungkook…she’s just sleeping,” he would say to himself when he passed the couch noticing that you were just wearing one of his shirts and some underwear again, “You do not have to wake her up, we can win the war against our hormones.”

“Kookie?” you questioned sleepily.

“Crap…”

Originally posted by purelyjimin

xxBTS-Masterlistxx

Thank You

Title: Thank You

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: Negan promised to spend an entire day with you but falls asleep instead.

Warnings: Slight dirty talk (just a little), other than that, it’s pure fluff

Note: Negan fluff coming through! Needed a break from all the dirty smut I’ve been writing so here’s a short one-shot of sleepy Negan. Posting a request soon! :)

Negan promised to spend an entire with you to make it up for his absence for the past few days. He had been so busy running things in the Sanctuary and dealing with other communities that he was barely seen in his wives’ lounge or even in his room. Being the only wife who actually adored him, you looked forward to that day. So, when you heard about his arrival, you didn’t waste any more time and went straight to his bedroom to welcome him back…only to find him fast asleep.

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anonymous asked:

Bughead 4, 28 and 43 💕

Hey Nonnie, I’m still working on the other prompts but here is #43
#43 - Falling in love with their best friend’s partner

She knows it’s wrong. She’s not an idiot. But since the first time she was introduced to Veronica’s new boyfriend she could feel the butterflies stirring within her. As well as something else.

At first it was just his looks. Those cheekbones that she wanted to cut herself on. His intense eyes. Even the dorky beanie adorned on his head. They all did things to her. She could feel the heat under her skin intensify as she shook his hand.

And then she got to know him. He was smart, but not in a way that he thought he was superior. He was funny without trying and she found herself laughing a little louder than she knew she should. He was a writer, a journalist and she found herself getting lost in his eyes and his words.

He wasn’t even Veronica’s type she reasoned to herself. Veronica always went for the jock. The popular guy. She had always been brawn over brains since high school when she had dated their mutual friend Archie Andrews.

But Jughead Jones is different. Even just his name is different and Betty finds herself wanting to know more. She holds her tongue and smiles politely as Veronica recounts their dates to her. How gentlemanly he is holding doors and chaste kisses on cheeks. Betty pushes down that little green monster that is rising up inside her and decides perhaps unwisely that she will find her own ‘Jughead’.

Sadly, Richard doesn’t quite meet up to her new standards. Not that there is anything wrong with him he’s smart, funny too. But he’s not Jughead and ultimately that is why after a month they break up. She goes to Veronica’s to tell her and is greeted by a shining diamond on her finger and Betty feels the floor go out from underneath her feet.

She’s the maid of honour. Of course. They had been friends for so long now it made sense. She attends the appointments, she fawns over Veronica’s dress, helps her pick out the suits for the boys all the while trying to hide her disappointment.

She wakes one night late. To a banging on her apartment door groaning as she looks at her phone. Who knocks on someone’s door at 3.00am in the morning. Sure she had calls and texts this late from Veronica, anxious about a decision that needed to be made and like a good friend she talked her through it. Betty always made everything better.

She shrugged on her robe and padded to the door. She cautiously looked through her peep-hole and felt at first a wave of relief wash over her as a familiar beanie came into view instead of some drunk knocking on the wrong door. That relief was short lived as she realised that Jughead had come to her apartment in the middle of the night. It was as if her dreams had somehow come to life. She watched as he sighed and knocked again on the door, harder this time making her jump.

She deliberated whether she should pretend she wasn’t home. But there must be a reason he was at her front door and Betty’s curiosity won out.

She unlocked the safety catch and then her door opened slightly as she took in his appearance. His eyes were red, dark circles underneath suggesting that he hadn’t slept and his usually well placed beanie was askew with more of his dark waves escaping their usual confines.

“Betts,” he let out. His hand moving from his beanie to brace himself against her door frame.

She blushed at the nickname. He was the only one who called her that. Well the only one that she let. Richard had called her Betts once and she had corrected him immediately.

“Jug,” She moved away from her door opening it wider for him to come inside. He moved over the threshold into her apartment removing the beanie from his head as he did so. “What’s wrong?” She asked gently moving towards him as he twisted the woollen cap in his hands, twisting and pulling as he seemed to be searching for words.

“I fucked up Betts. I just, I’m nervous you know? ” He rang his hand over his face, before he slumped on her couch. He held his head in his hands refusing to meet her gaze. “I feel like it’s all moving so quick. I mean I’m the one who proposed for fucks sake.”

Betty took the seat next to him on the couch and placed her hand on his back. She moved it gently up and down. Hoping to soothe him, to take away some of his tension.

“We were looking good at cakes today and it just hit me. I just needed to escape and then Veronica got mad at me.” He groaned as he recounted the events. The screaming match between himself and Veronica unkind things said on either side until she ordered him to leave. Which left him to try and drown some sorrows in a bar near her apartment. Betty continued to rub his back, nodding and listening. While a little voice entered inside her told her that this was her chance. That she could be happy.

“So you’re here because?” Betty tried to keep the hopefulness out of her voice lest it betray her emotions. He looked up to meet her gaze and her hand stilled on his back.

“Because you know Veronica, and I need to make it up to her.” She held the look on her face while her heart sunk. “You always know what to do.” She pulled herself together and smiled.

“Of course.” She removed her hand from his back and placed it instead over his hand. “But first you should probably get some sleep. No one is going to be one over by this look.” She indicated to his ruffled hair and tired face. Present company excluded. He smiled back at her and she felt that feeling again in the pit of her stomach and wondered whether with time it would go away. “You can crash on the couch if you want.” She offered unsure whether he would accept, but he nodded graciously and she rose to get some blankets from the linen cupboard and the spare pillow from her bed.

He grasped her hand again holding it briefly before he pulled her into a hug and she allowed herself to nestle her face in the crook of his neck and breathe in his scent.

Too soon it was over and he pulled back from her. “You’re the best Betts.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she replied dismissing his praise with shake of her hand as she left the room to return with an armful of blankets and a pillow balanced on top. “Get some beauty sleep, Jug. Tomorrow we start Operation Win Veronica Back.” She hoped he didn’t see through the exaggerated excitement in her voice. He chuckled softly as he took the items from her and started to make his bed for the night. She wished him goodnight as did he as she returned to her own bed trying not to think about who was sleeping in the next room. It was safe to say that her dreams did not stay so pure that night.

She was the first to wake in the morning. She padded out to her lounge still wiping the sleep from her eyes as she took in his sleeping form on the couch. His hair had fallen slightly over his eyes and Betty couldn’t help herself as he hand reached over to push the curl back from his face. She knew she shouldn’t. She knew it was wrong. But the words slipped from her mouth before she could stop them.

“I love you Jughead Jones.”

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“Sleep On The Floor”, The Lumineers.

If Taylor ever feels like doing another “Riptide” for her road-tripping partner in crime … 😘

nyehehehe  asked:

Heya darling~ I heard you ask box is open and this has been in my head for a few days so!- SO is a florist who has a really large garden that's filled with BEAUTIFUL and rare flowers. And every morning they wake up the bros with a handcrafted bouquet that has a handwritten note. Which ranges from dorky puns or small poems or whatever. How do UT and UF bros react? Feel free to ignore it if you want ;v; sorry if you've already done one similarly

THIS IS SO CUTE.

ALSO AN APOLOGY FOR THE “H-HEWWO” PLS BE MY FRIEND AGAIN RAIN IM SORRY ILY 

Undertale 

Sans

Classic never really liked waking up in the mornings, he prefers to lounge around and sleep, but ever since he started dating you, waking up is the best part of his day. He isn’t much of a floral person, but he does agree that they are beautiful. He adores reading your notes and always laughs at your puns, and has taken up a habit of returning the favor by leaving puns on a post it note on the fridge. 

Papyrus

Papyrus absolutely adores the flowers! He finds them marvelous just like you. He’s already and early riser, so he often catches you placing the flora next to him and when he does, he’ll grab your hand and trail his kisses up your arm until he reaches your lips. Then he finds your puns and kicks you out of his room. IT’S TOO EARLY FOR PUNS. 

Underfell

Sans

Red has to keep up that tough guy act, but you know that deep down inside, he loves it. You’ve caught him on multiple occasions rereading your note over and over again with a blush while twiddling with a flower in between his fingers. He thinks that you think that he throws away the notes and flowers, but you know that Red keeps a hidden portfolio with all your notes and presses the flowers in between the pages. He’s a total softy and you love him for that. 

Papyrus

Seeing the flowers make Fell smile, mostly because he helped grow them himself. He doesn’t have a green thumb like you, but he does have an eye for design so he tells you which flowers to put next to each other and which flowers not to. He thinks that it’s very sweet for you to do that for him, and when he gets a chance to see you, he sweeps you off your feet and thanks you with a kiss. Then he immediately drops you because oh stars that pun was terrible. 

Head canons for Ascella Ryder
On Voeld
After the events on meridian in a week timeframe

- Ascella takes some ice skates and skates on voeld
some angara: wow what’s she doing?
Another angara: how can she move around on such thin metal and not fall down?
Ascella: *not a moment later falls flat on her bum*
Angara: nvm
- Ascella, Cora, and Liam get ice skates too and more after modifying them for other aliens. Spends days teaching angara and other Milky Way aliens to skate.
- Ascella takes turns skating with each of her crew mates
- gets yelled at by tann for taking to many days off for what he calls nonsense
- “ I just restored this fucking cluster, died 3 times I’m taking this fucking vaca” Ascella is having non of your shit
- the nexus council come to voeld to “investigate”

- drack teaches kesh how to skate
- Cora teaches the Asari pathfinder how to skate while either in intense fangirl mode or hard core commando teaching

-peebee avoiding Lexi
- peebee keeps falling down and Lexi keeps trying to see if she’s ok
- suvi is the most graceful skater
- suvi take peebees hand and helps teach her to skate
- peebee is fucking mesmerized and falls in love with suvi and her grace on the ice

- kallo and vetra both working together to keep balance on the ice
- “ put more weight on the left”
- “NOT MY LEFT! YOUR LEFT”
- “aHHHH” “ahAHAHAAA”
- they’re butts get really bruised by the end but I don’t think they want anymore ice on their butts

- vetra and ascella teach Sid how skate (sids loving being able to both get family time with her sister and skate with Ascella)
- Ascella and Scott are skating together, getting some of that much needed family time

- Liam and Gil are having a skating contest with some angara

- Ascella teaches jaal how to skate after he gets the hang of it they skate together.
- when she is in the motion of falling down, half the time jaal successfully catches her half the time he falls with her

- Tann stands in the snow with Addison as they’re both being cranky bums, Addison caves in and joins in on the skating, usually skates with Kesh
- Tann finally joins in too, Kandros and the salarian pathfinder help him how to skate after seeing him have troubles

- moshae sjefa and evfra are watching from the side lines
- jaal drags moshae on the ice and teaches her to skate
- after moshae gets the hang of it she drags evfra onto the ice
- moshae hands evfra to Ascella
-“stupid human alien activities”
-cranky kitty is still cranky kitty

- after all the pathfinders get use to ice skating try decide to have a race, no tech or biotics allowed and no SAM helping.
- Ascella wins, mostly because she was the pathfinder always on the field while the others did mostly stuff that required staying on their ship
- the pathfinders spend a day skating together

- at the end of the day all head to the nexus outpost and the humans and Asari have hot chocolate
-turians, krogans, and salarians have their version of hot chocolate, I don’t know how similar angara are to the other races so they have whatever their version of hot chocolate would be.
- the pathfinders are all sitting together
- the nexus council sit in close proximity of the pathfinders
- the nexus council once again are arguing, but they’re arguing about what was the best part of this vaca
- the tempest crew sits on the other side of all the pathfinders
- moshae sjefa and evfra sit with the pathfinders, they’d sit with the council but they don’t like the arguing
- they spend a good amount of time talking and watching the northern lights

-the tempest crew head back to the tempest and all settle down in the crew quarters
- peebees on a top bunk
-suvi on the other top bunk
- lexi is sitting on one of the desk chairs
- jaal is sitting on the other desk chair
- drack is sitting on the lounge chair
-Gil and Scott are sitting on the floor between the bunk beds leaning on them
- vetra, sid and Ascella are on the bottom bunk
- Liam and Cora are both on the other bottom bunk

- they’re all telling stories from their home planet/ story they grew up with
- Lexi is trying to tell an old story from thessia (even tho she grew up on omega)
- peebee keeps saying “nuh uh that’s not how it went” “ how would you know? You grew up on omega”
- “well my mom told me these stories duh peebee”
- vetra gets up and puts duck tape over mouth
- peebee pouts for the rest of the story but at the end she takes it off
- peebee tells another story from thessia
-everybody hesitatingly nods at the end because peebee kept skipping details so they don’t understand what the hell she was talking about
- drack tells stories from tuchanka and from the war with the turians
- vetra tells stories from her times as a smuggler when she was young
- Sid tells stories that her sister told her when she was young
- Cora tells stories from her time with the huntresses
-Liam tells stories of his time in crisis response
-Gil tells stories from his childhood
-Ascella tells stories from when she was peacekeeping on the prothean digs
- jaal tells stories from his childhood and from his time with the resistance
- Cora, Liam, Gil and Ascella all tell old earth folktales and history
- Cora tells stories from Nordic folklore and Japanese history
- Liam tells stories from North American and Nigerian folklore and history - Suvi tells stories of Celtic folklore and British history - Gil tells stories of European history and Chinese folklore
-Ascella tells Greek mythology and North American history
- vetra and Sid pip up when Ascella starts talking about the Greek goddess Nyx (the whole reason she wanted to talk about Greek mythology was to see their reaction)

- after a long story telling session they end up all sleeping in the crew quarters
- vetra and Sid sleep on the bottom bunk
- suvi and peebee both sleep on a top bunk
- Gil and kallo sleep on a bottom bunk
- Lexi and Cora sleep on the other bottom bunk
- jaal sleeps on the lounge chair and Ascella sleeps on him, using him as a pillow
- drack and Scott sleep leaning against on the floor (don’t worry they’re against a wall, Scott won’t be crushed)
- Ascella gets up to use the washroom, she sees everyone and gets Sam to take pictures
- but Sam has been taking pics of the whole vaca

- when everybody is up they all head to the galley for breakfast
- Vetra, Ascella and Drack make breakfast
- the galley is fucking crowded

- and so a new holiday is formed on voeld

HWTR to hurting you

Max: He had been drinking an excessive amount, leading you to get annoyed with him. Just for one night, you wanted to spend some time with him while he was sober to talk about your relationship since you guys had been on rocky terms for quite some time. You were in the kitchen putting dishes away and you heard his loud shrills from the yard. Max invited his friends over to just hang out and act like complete idiots while consuming alcohol. You heard bottles smashing against the fence and the house, startling the crap out of you. You angrily trudged to the sliding door, opening it and asking all of his friends to leave. After they were gone, you turn to Max with your arms crossed over your chest, “Are you happy now?!” he would ask, angrily slurring his words and stumbling onto the couch, “All you do is ruin everything!”

At first, his words wouldn’t bother you but they did sting. You had known he would forget all of this in the morning. You then said, “Max, all I wanted was to be alone and talk…just once, can you be sober so we can have an actual conversation? That’s all I ask for from you.”

He rolled his eyes at you and mumbled incoherent words under his breath as he stood up, trying to figure out what his next move was..

“Max.” you sternly said when he didn’t give you a response.

“What?! What is it that you want from me?! Y/N, just shut the fuck up! Jesus Christ! Do you ever just shut up?! All you want to do is fucking talk about your stupid feelings as if I fucking care!” he yelled, “I would’ve been better off with my ex than with you if I knew you’d be this emotional about everything! I have no life because of you, Y/N!”

You held back your tears, balling up your fists. You wanted to hurt him without putting your hands on him. You loved Max more than anything in the world, and hearing those venomous words come from someone who happened to treat you with such kindness deeply saddened you. Max’s face soothed itself, his eyebrows no longer furrowed when he came to realize how his words had such negative power over you. He tried reaching out to you, but you retreated into the bedroom where you slammed the door shut and locked it. All you heard were his heavy footsteps making their way to the door, his fist colliding with the wood with a loud thump.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” he garbled, his lips pressed to the door making his voice muffled, “Please come out.”

Curling up under the covers, you felt yourself begin to sink as you thought about the words Max had said to you not too long ago. Your body shuddered as you inhaled slowly, attempting to hold the tears back. You were never one to cry over anything, you felt that if you had shown emotion, things would be more difficult for you. You didn’t want Max to think you weren’t capable of handling anything. Although you tried your very best to avoid it, you cried yourself to sleep. Waking up was a feeling that you dreaded, your eyes had been enclosed tightly, the tears had dried and basically glued your eyes shut. Once you had freshened up a bit, you stood in from of the door. Unlocking it and twisting the doorknob, you walked out. The air smelled like pancakes and eggs. You peered into the kitchen and saw Max by the stove, flipping pancakes. You cleared your throat and he turned around to see you, a smile spread across his face as he made his way to you. As you embraced him, he sighed, relieved, and apologized, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. We can talk as much as you want about this…I- I didn’t mean anything I said and everything you ever said to me about the drinking…you were right. I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you like that…”

“It’s alright…it’s okay.” you assured, “We just need to talk about it…we’ll be okay. You should get back to the pancakes, they’re burning.”

He detached himself fro you rapidly and ran to the pan where he flipped the pancake and saw the charred, blacked opposite side. He groaned in agony and you went over to his side, giggling, trying to help him.


Joji: The loud bang of the door slamming shut coming from behind you gave you a bit of a stun. Joji’s semi-drunken shouting began to drown out as you became lost in thought. One misconception turned into the biggest detriment the two of you had ever encountered. The accusations, the deceit, the excuses was all too much for you to handle. You leaned against the wall with your arms crossed over your chest, rolling your eyes as Joji stepped into your view.

“Are you going to answer me?!” he shouted at you.

“What?” you asked nonchalantly.

He clenched his jaw, and balled up his fists, “Are you serious?” he asked, “Y/N, what the fuck have we been arguing about for the past three fucking days?!”

“Honestly? I don’t know. You overthink the smallest thing! I can never talk to my friends or go out with them because you always feel the need to be so overprotective!” you shouted.

You loved Joji with all your heart, but there were times that you felt you could do without him. His cute possessive behavior became suffocating and no longer endearing. You were annoyed with him whenever he followed you or tried controlling the places you went or who you would be seen with. Whenever you seemed to protest, he’d make it look like you wanted to leave him…and at this point, you didn’t mind. Joji didn’t want you hanging out with any guy friends…or any friends, for that matter.

“I’m overprotective because you think you can just walk all over me, Y/N! You think my friends don’t say things about you going out all the time? Because they do. You think I’m going to be made to look stupid?!” he enunciated as he stepped closer.

You refused to cower under him, you were tired of being yelled at.

“What in the actual fuck are you on about, George? No one is making you look stupid.”

“You go out with guys all the time, I see you text them…you like to go out with your friends instead of spending time with me! You rather go out with another guy for lunch than stay in or go out with me! No wonder you get called a hoe…you act like one.”

You tried walking past him to get away from all of the drama and the bullshit but he grabbed your arm roughly. You fought his strength, trying to get away from his grip, that’s when you pushed him and his grip got tighter, around your forearm, “You wanna leave and go out with your fiends again, don’t you?!” he yelled in a blinding rage, “Answer me!”

“You’re hurting me!” you told him, desperate to get free.

Joji let go, not realizing that his actions were causing you physical pain as well as emotional. He put his face in his hands and you stood there not knowing what to do, instead you looked down at your forearm and noticed some slight bruising.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” he whispered as he brought himself to the floor, burying his face I’m his hands.

You had noticed recently he had been acting strange, and his actions he just portrayed gave you more of a reason to believe so. You’ve never experienced a drunken episode with Joji like this before, he had reached his complete all time low. Not knowing what to do, you placed your hand on him and he shouted, “Just stay away, Y/N! I don’t want to hurt you anymore…I can’t hurt you anymore.”

Although you couldn’t see his face, you had a feeling he was crying. His sniffles have given it away, followed by his light sobbing. Plopping down next to him, you placed your hand onto his as they shielded his face. You had known his actions towards you were wrong, but you couldn’t possibly leave him there looking like a drunken mess. Rubbing his back with your free hand, you managed to remove his hands from his face with your other hand.

“I just want you to love me…that’s all I ever wanted, Y/N. My intentions were never to hurt you in any way. I’m so sorry…I get so selfish.” he apologized as you wiped his tears away, “You deserve better.”

“You’re right…” you mumbled, “About me always hanging out with other people more than I’m with you…I just feel like I can never get away from you, George. You hold on too strong sometimes and I just need to breathe every once in a while. I understand you mean no harm, but you don’t see the harm you’ve already caused. I don’t want anyone else but you…”

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he apologized once more and aided to every need you had. His intentions never were to purposely hurt you, as Joji would never tend to do malice with intent.


Ian: After a long day of running errands you finally arrived home and threw yourself in bed. You wanted to stay there the whole night and do nothing else but just sleep. Your feet were cramped and you were beyond fatigued. You patiently waited for Ian to arrive home while you laid in bed contemplating whether or not you should nap or just wait until he got home to nap together. You scrolled through your phone and minutes later you heard the front door shut followed by the jingle of keys. Staying flat on your back, you watched the bedroom door open and you smiled at Ian who placed his phone on the night table and sat down on the bed with his back facing you. Confused, you let him be and lightly traced shapes on his back. You could tell he was grumpy because he shook you off.

“Why are you so grumpy?” you asked sitting up.

He mumbled incoherently, not understanding what he was saying. You shrugged and asked him to nap with you since that was all you wanted to do. He declined your offer, not even turning to look at you.

“You always nap with me.” you said, a bit sad, “What’s wrong? You’re acting weird.”

“Do you ever do anything besides sleep or lounge around in the house all day? You’re the laziest person I know, Y/N.” he said, “I come home and you’re here. I wake up and you’re here…you’re never not around.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. He was basically telling you he didn’t like being around you and that made you upset, it’d make anyone upset when the one they love wants distance from them. You furrowed your brows and countered, “Lazy?! When I’m the one that does the cleaning, the laundry, and I cook for you? And I’m the lazy one?! I would love to see you do the grocery shopping…hell, I would be more willing to try and watch you cook the shit I do! And what do you do, Ian? Sit in front of a fucking camera and talk and criticize people?! Especially me?! Criticize your damn self! I’m nothing but patient with you and I do everything around the house, not to mention I clean up after you all the time! But you want to talk about lazy?! Go ahead, Ian.”

He was taken aback by your words, stuttering as he tried to speak but completely gave up.

“But since I’m so lazy and I’m always in the house, I’ll just go and get out of your way.” you muttered and pushed past him.

Grabbing your sweater off the couch you began to put it on and you heard Ian’s footsteps from behind you. You grabbed your keys from the countertop and he sighed heavily and muttered your name under his breath. You turned around and looked at him, he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You don’t need to go anywhere…where will you even go?” he told you.

“Out.” you responded, “All of a sudden you care? I’m lazy and useless so I’ll just go.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his face with his hands before saying, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, Y/N. I’m sorry…I’m just having a rough day and I know that’s not an excuse but I really am sorry.”

Your bitter attitude became clouded by emotional mush, which you hid. You watched as he approached you and took your hand, “I’m still mad, regardless of whether you apologized or not.”

“I understand completely, you have every right to be angry. I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate everything you do around here…and I really am sorry.”

You nodded and brought him in for a hug, you knew his apology came from the heart and was genuine, all you needed was some time and knowing Ian, all you needed was a few seconds talking to him and you’d feel better.