maybe i make another one with the other boys in it

doesn’t will’s ghostbuster outfit seem more self-made than the other boys’? the other ones have like a ghostbuster emblem or something on the arm and will’s doesn’t and also the colors of the outfits are different, which makes me think that mike, lucas, and dustin’s are bought from a store and joyce maybe sewed will’s because they couldn’t afford buying one for will? which… i don’t know. it makes me feel so much love for joyce, that she would want will to be able to be a ghostbuster too but couldn’t afford to buy the outfit for him so she made one for him. or maybe will did it himself, but i’d like to think it was joyce (if it is another outfit, i could be wrong) maybe someone already talked about this but i haven’t seen anyone mention it, it was just something i observed?

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[I got a request! Actually I got two requests in the same day, I couldn’t believe it. I’ll be working on the other one next, and I, ugh, I just hope their good. I picture it in my head and I can see it but I don’t know….But enjoy!]

“ – and after that he just wouldn’t stop laughing. I swear those boys are crazy, they have to get it from Will’s side of the family.”

You laughed, watching the screen of JJ’s phone as she showed a video of Henry making silly faces at Michael; the little toddler waving his chubby arms and squealing in delight with each contortion.  

“It’s so adorable, Henry was made to be a big brother. Thinking about having another one soon? Maybe a little girl this time so Garcia and I have someone to dress up and have tea parties with finally?”

You and Garcia had talked about that while JJ was pregnant with Michael. Both of you fantasizing over the clothes and toys you could buy for a baby girl. But with the bulge of shock coming from JJ’s eyes you knew that possibility was a ways away.

“I think I’m good for right now on the baby front. Maybe you two could just dress up each other. Right Spence?”

“Hmmm?”

Glancing over next to you, Spencer blinked his eyes blearily. “Have you slept at all during this case?”

Child abductions had been happening in a small area of Wisconsin, and with no similarities between victims, Spencer had been the one to piece together that though they had no physical similarities, the children were all on the same medication. Leading them to the unsub which was the doctor that had prescribed them. But during that time you doubted the genius had used his bed even once, now beginning to nod in and out on the jet.

“I slept some. Just really tired now that it’s over.”

“Want a blanket?”

“No, no I’m good, thanks.”

JJ’s eyes crinkled. “Well, you need to be a little careful there, Spence, with the way you’re swaying you’re going to bop into Y/N’s skull.”

“Oh, hush, he’s fine. Go back to sleep, Spencer.”

“Hmm?”

“Oh, he’s gone.”

You laughed. “I’d say so. Hey, pass me some of those Cheetos.”

“You have three steps to the kitchen, get your own.”

“Don’t be like that, JJ, I always share with you. I’m only asking for a few – oh.”

During your debacle Spencer had decided to face plant onto your shoulder, and like JJ had predicted the thud of his skull had sent a sharp signal of pain up to you.

“How did he not wake up from that?”

“I have no clue. Should we wake him?”

You shook your head. “No harm in letting him lay there. Kind of feels nice if you discount the bruise I’ll have tomorrow.”

With that the two of you carried on your conversation, sneaking a few Cheetos from JJ’s bag while discussing where the next team dinner should be. Until you felt a Spencer moving next to you, in almost slow motion you watched as Spencer begin curling up against you, his body moving in closer to you.

“Uh…”

“Want to move him now?”

Honestly, you didn’t. His chest pressed alongside your arm, his breath a millimeter from your ear, you could even feel his lips moving near it though nothing intelligible could be heard. He was warm, and he smelled nice, his hair somehow smelled spicy, woodsy.

Cinnamon. How the hell did he get his hair to smell like cinnamon?

Not unless one of the baristas attacked him with one of their seasonal flavors, it didn’t seem logical. But it fit him. It was nice and though JJ’s eyes stared at you in an incredulous amusement you pretended like nothing was out of the ordinary.

“So, I was thinking we’d spend Christmas Eve with the team and Christmas day with –“

And again, Spencer’s spastic motion cut you off. But this time…

“Oooh, I see Pretty Ricky copping a feel over there.”

Great, now Morgan knew what was going on. You huffed, carefully moving Spencer’s hand away from your chest only to have him flop it back in your lap.

“I think he like’s you, your body is like a magnet to him.”

Damn you and your baritone chuckle, Morgan.

JJ was covering her mouth to hide her smile. “I don’t think he’d be offended if you woke him.”

Before you could answer the hand began to shift and squeeze, tugging you closer to him.

“Hmmm, Y/N.”

With Morgan’s laughter the rest of the everyone’s attention was drawn to you, and you had no idea what to do.

“Tell you what Y/N, if you can last with him on you like that I’ll give you fifty bucks.”

Well, thanks Emily.

You still wouldn’t move him, not even out of liking it now. It was more of a point to make. It didn’t bother you, but them thinking it bothered you, bothered you. By the time you were getting ready to land Spencer had folded himself nearly across your lap, his face pressed into the thin fabric of your shirt, which you could feel a small wetness from what you guessed was him drooling. His arms encircled your waist fully now while one of his legs had tangled with yours. In short, the two of you looked like a mutant pretzel.

“Pretty Boy! Rise and shine! Come greet us and look at the mess you’re in.”

The yelling and the jolt of the jet making contact with the ground was enough to get Spencer to open his eyes. Blinking slowly before becoming large when he realized his position.

“Sleep well, Spence?”

The jeers were enough to get you to roll your eyes, as you patted Spencer’s knee in attempt to tell him it was all right. Everyone filing out before the two of you.

“I guess, you won, Y/N.”

You glared up at Emily as she tossed a fifty in your lap. With the two of you remaining Spencer fidgeted with his hands as he looked to you.

“What did you win?”

“Not waking you up while you did your yoga poses on me.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Are you mad at me?”

“Not really. Though you do get that they’re going to find out about us pretty soon now.”

“Probably, is that a bad thing?”

“No, I don’t think so, I just wanted to tell them in a better way than you slobbering on me.”

“I do not –“

Giving him a pointed look his mouth clapped shut. “Fine, I just, I can’t help it, you know? Whenever you’re next to me, my body knows somehow that you’re near and wants to be close to you.”

Giving his cheek a kiss, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s neck. “My body likes your body close, it’s the reason I didn’t throw you off.”

anonymous asked:

RFA reactions to catching another 2 drunk RFA members kissing

OOooooooOOooooOoooh boy I’m gonna have so much fun

It’s 4 am and I’m feeling reallllly angsty and I’m down for a quickfic

I’m gonna operate under the idea that the no one in RFA is dating and that it’s MC+Someone who’s not the Member I’m writing for doing the kissing. It’s not exactly what you asked for but I’m feeeeeeling it

RFA React to Drunk MC kissing other Drunk RFA Member

angst

Yoosung

  • He’s mortified
  • He always noticed that you seemed to like the other members more
  • But he always held out hope that maybe, just maybe, you’d pick him
  • So when he looked over and saw you and Zen making out
  • He teared up. 
  • He knew it was dumb, he knew he should have given up but he never did
  • He spun the stool to face the bar, eyes wide with him trying focus on anything besides MC and Zen, the mixed drink held in his palms bouncing off the edges of the glass from his shaking hands
  • He didn’t stay at the bar much longer, just long enough to pound a few drinks and stagger his way home
  • Once he got home he curled up in bed, drunk and sad, and just sobbed, taking the occasional break to scream into his pillow. 
  • After his eyes were red and sore from crying and burying his face in his pillow, drunkYoosung resolved to end the night off with a long, pitiful, voicemail addressed to you. 

Jaehee

  • She doesn’t get why…why she feels sad.
  • She watches as you and Yoosung share a sloppy makeout and tries to fathom why her chest feels heavy
  • Did she drink something strange? 
  • No no, none of that
  • You’re not kissing Zen, so it’s not worry plaguing her
  • So what is this …. sad feeling welling up in her
  • It’s just this disappointment, this subtle longing but…for what
  • She turns her attention away from you two and back to the conversation at hand
  • Once you all decide to go home for the night, she lays in bed, still trying to figure out what’s going on in her own head
  • It bothers her for the next few days
  • It’s not like she had feelings for you
  • No way
  • After about a week of silent, emotional distress Jaehee decides that she just needs to stop thinking about it.
  • Afterall, even if she was sad, so what? Being sad wouldn’t change the fact you were kissing someone that wasn’t her

Zen

  • He’s laughing and having a good ole time, but his face suddenly falls flat
  • He sees you and Jumin standing close, when suddenly
  • You two kiss
  • Zen’s mouth falls slightly agape
  • He had been so sure that…that you and him would end up together
  • Ok maybe not sure but, he knew there was at least a connection between you two
  • Or, at least, he had dreamed there was
  • And the fact that it was Jumin just
  • It fucking
  • UGH
  • He slowly turns back to whoever was talking to him now, an empty feeling in his chest, and stomach, and even head.
  • His entire body just felt…empty.
  • He tried taking a few more drinks, but the burn was too much. Usually he liked that feeling, it felt almost purifying.
  • But now when the liquor would hit the back of his throat he felt like he could vomit
  • He went to beers, but those didn’t do much to numb the pain for him, so he tried to distract himself with cigarettes.
  • He was on his fourth one of the past couple hours when everyone decided to leave
  • He hopped on his bike despite protests from the members and drove.
  • When he saw his home in the distance he sped up, flying past it.
  • He didn’t want to deal with whatever he was feeling, he just wanted to run away
  • Run from what he saw, from his feelings,
  • from you
  • When he finally stopped driving he was at his spot, and the emptiness was gone
  • Now it was just anger, resentment, loathing
  • And behind it all, worthlessness
  • “I’m not good enough” 

Jumin

  • He’s staring at you and seven…kissing. Your noses are touching and you’re giggling at something the hacker said as he stares into your eyes 
  • Then you lean forward and messily mash lips together
  • Jumin’s hand clenches the glass so hard it cracks 
  • He puts it down and heads for the exit immediately, ignoring all questions of where he’s going 
  • He has to walk past you and Seven, who don’t even notice because you’re too wrapped up with each other
  • He almost doesn’t make it out of the building
  • He doesn’t get it. He’s so good at locking emotions up, at keeping them away.
  • So how come hot tears are racing down his cheek as he gets in the car
  • “Home” He commands Driver Kim, voice still strong and betraying the broken look in his eyes.
  • He clasps his hand around his mouth, worried soon that that will break and small choking sounds will escape.
  • He turns his eyes to the window, watching the city scape race by
  • He just pays attention to that, giving it his all not to think about whatever happened prior to him getting in the car
  • Eventually he’s home and getting himself prepared for bed.
  • He hears the ding of his phone
  • It’s you.
  • “Juimn u left??/ R u home sfea?
  • He lost control for a moment
  • The phone went flying across the room, ricocheting off the wall and hitting a vase, successfully shattering both objects. 
  • “Mr. Han!?” A security guard ran in, obviously alarmed by the nose
  • “OUT” Jumin yelled, a feral look in his eyes
  • The guard, shocked by Mr. Han’s reaction, gave a curt nod and scurried out the room much like Elizabeth had at the sound of Jumin yelling.
  • Jumin avoided the chat the next few days
  • The only person he spoke to was Jaehee, and that was via work email, where he would utter nothing related to the RFA
  • When he finally did return, he was very formal with you, speaking to you by last name and strictly about RFA Party business. No small chat. Nothing personal.
  • Ever.

Seven

  • He wanted to be happy for Jaehee
  • You had been her saving grace for a while now, you made her life better
  • And he wanted to be happy for you for Jaehee finally recognizing her feelings for you
  • But he wanted to be happy too
  • And he just couldn’t feel happy when you and Jaehee were across the room kissing in a dark corner
  • He had caught it when you two snuck away from the larger group, claiming you had to use the bathroom
  • He saw your hands intertwined under the guise of “not wanting to get separated”
  • And he’d see through it if you two claimed you were both just drunk. He had known for a while now it would come to this: You two realizing you liked each other as more than friends.
  • He knew, which made him kick himself even more for feeling like shit now that it’s happened
  • Just be happy for them’ he mentally begged himself
  • He put a tight smile on his face as he tried to reengage with the current conversation, but his eyes kept flicking back to the two of you
  • ‘Be happy, you couldn’t have MC anyways so why be sad?’
  • ‘You’re too dangerous for MC. Jaehee is perfect.’
  • ‘You’re not good enough anyways.’
  • ‘She’d never want you’
  • ‘No one will ever want you’
  • His thoughts spiraled into more and more viscous attacks on himself
  • Eventually he couldn’t take it and excused himself for the night
  • He went home and tried drowning himself in his work, but he found even that couldn’t take his mind off it it
  • It was turning from sadness into madness as he found himself manic, unable to do anything without thinking about you and Jaehee.
  • Coding didn’t take his mind off of it, browsing the internet, he couldn’t even silently just eat chips.
  • He tried laying down but his thoughts just wouldn’t shut off
  • Eventually he found himself curled up, pillow around his ears as if that’d silence the sound of his mind, crying. 
  • He never acted different around the two of you
  • He never wanted you to know
  • He never wanted to lose you as a friend at least
  • He’d still laugh and joke with you online, unbeknownst to you a couple tears would find their way out of his eyes now and then. 
"I found love where it wasn't supposed to be" Ethan Dolan

Another simple stop to the store for Ethan, but not for everyone else. This was their one chance to meet Ethan and Grayson Dolan, the hot YouTube sensations, and maybe even get a kiss on the cheek like some other lucky girls. The outside of the store was packed with fans, all yelling and getting excited whilst taking out their phones in preparation for the boys. Ethan takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what’s about to come. Usually he would be overjoyed to meet everyone and make someone happy, but today wasn’t the day. He just wanted to go to the store with his brother and be unnoticed. Grayson exits the building first, and the earsplitting screams are the first thing you hear. It was an unusual gloomy day in LA, overcast and in need of a light jacket. Ethan tried to admire the weather while making his way through the crowd. All of their fans were quite polite, the boys were lucky that way. They could tell Ethan wasn’t in the mood for pictures, so most of them settled with a hug and a hello. When he thought it was over, something else caught his eye he didn’t think he’d ever see. A girl, around their age, near the street they were on. But she wasn’t trying to get a picture, she was trying to get past everyone just to get inside the store. ‘Grayson and Ethan Dolan’ didn’t really have an effect on her, if anything it made her annoyed and upset that such a large crowd was in her way. She weaved her way through, getting glares at girls who thought she was just trying to get closer to the boys. Finally, she made it to the front door, with Ethan’s eyes still on her. She took a deep breath and fixed her messed up hair before entering the store. “Hey, bro, I forgot something in there. I’ll be right back.” Ethan leaves his brother, who is being distracted by a hilarious group of fans, to follow the person who was like a rock in this crazy ocean of people. It took him by pleasant surprise at the way she was. Unbothered and comfortable in her own world. Something he didn’t come by too often.

tonight i hope for little glimpses in the clip where everyone just … acklowedges each other???

where eva and isak just acknowledge each other and smile at one another and share a few words. and that kollektivet are SO happy seeing even happy. and that sana and isak and even just have a lil bit of a banter session. and the boy squad with even are chilling and laughing. and vilde’s making rounds around the party making sure everything’s okay and she thanks isak for hosting and isak’s just *shrugs* “it’s cool!”. and that it’s all just a lovely, warm, filled with love atmosphere where even’s comfortable and smiling and isak, in his quiet way, is there, beside even, for when maybe it may get a bit overwhelming.

and isak just has a moment to take everything in and acknowledge how far /he’s/ come and how at peace /he/ is within himself, with his parents, with even, and sonja and emma, and all his friends.

because: alt er love. now, everything, is love.

Idk it bothers me how maybe the “overreactions” of a /few/ not even the majority in my opinion has brought out the response that you can’t feel/are not allowed to feel bad/have negative feelings at all about this, like you can still feel disappointed on one small aspect of something, that doesn’t mean you’re dragging the rest of the group or putting down their efforts or saying the comeback is bad as a whole! You’re allowed to feel however you want as long as you’re respectful towards other people and the other members, which I feel like most people have been!

connected

boy do these two talk too much in bed. or just enough maybe. and that’s some canon shit! that married banter!

sigh just let me ramble and love them too much i’m sorry 

this (super obviously) started as one thing and morphed into a whooooooole other thing but w/e all i care about is them being loving and happy together tbh

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PAIRING: reader x Steve Rogers 

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNINS: SMUT AND ORAL SEX

Request from Anon- Hey love :) I hope I can give you an idea for an imagine cause of my bday. You and Steve are a couple and all the other Avengers ship you a lot. Then on time at another one of Tony’s party the guys tease Steve a bit that he barely has sexual experience and he gets all flustered. Then you take him back to your shared apartment to get him in safety. You cuddle on the couch but then things start to get heated and Steve isn’t that shy boy anymore? I don’t know, something like that maybe if you want.

Some Steve smut for you all again! Also sorry for the wait for this for the Anon who requested this, hopefully the makes up for the wait :) Enjoy! 

GIF NOT MINE!

Originally posted by tsfrce


Tony Stark’s annual party was one if not the social event to the year. People from around the world would kill to be a part of the glitz and glamor. The expensive booze, world leaders mingling with superheros. It was the event to be a part of, but to you it wasn’t the actual even that you looked forward to. It was the after party; just the avengers sitting together after all of the guests had gone home. It was were you could all relax in each others company and not have to worry about the stresses of saving the world or fighting evil villains. It also gave you time to actually see your boyfriend for the first time during the evening. Dating Steve Rogers meant that a lot of people wanted to talk to him during the night, be it politicians, army veterans or the general public. Everyone wanted to say that they had met Captain America. 

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Romeo & Juliet 2.0

[Imagine having a “Romeo and Juliet” love story with Rick; where they are both trying to deny there feelings for eachother and get on with the mission but somehow Harley makes them realise they love each other? Maybe the reader is a bad guy or another soldier?]


“Kill them.”

“W-What?”

“Do I need to this myself, Flag?” Waller didn’t even look up from the papers she was going over. “Kill them.”

He swallowed thickly, unsure of what to say. He couldn’t deny her request. He couldn’t kill you either.

Waller sighed, stretching out her shoulders and leaned back into her black, leather chair. “She’s interfering with the mission, Flag. We need this to go smoothly. I’ll give you a chance to…put them in line, but the moment they step foot across that line again you blow their brains out. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” She took one more look at the boy before gesturing to the door, “Next time, don’t fall for one of the candidates. It makes both our jobs harder.”

He swallowed thickly, unsure of what to say as he turned and left the room. He could feel her eyes bore into his back. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights. To think he could push those feelings aside and pretend like they never existed seemed too good to be true. Amanda Waller knew and that thought scared him.

_

“Shit, fuck nuggets.” You held your arm, gripping the open wound as you tried to rip off a piece of your shirt to use as a bandage.

“Y/N, status.”

You pressed your shoulder against your ear, trying to respond quickly as the you lowered yourself behind the pillar. You seriously didn’t want to die right now. “Kind of trying not to die right now, Waller. But yolo, I guess.”

“I’ve lost all communications with the squad. Where are they?”

“Um,” You took a moment to look over the debris in hopes of spotting at least one of your squad mates. It was too dark to see, and the bullets from the guns weren’t helping either. “I don’t know.”

“You need to evacuate the threat.

“What ab-“

NOW.L/N. We don’t have the time to argue.”

You picked yourself up and off the ground, grunting into the com as a way of saying ‘Fine’. You were worried, not much for yourself, but for your team. You wouldn’t be caught dead saying that you actually, sorta, kinda cared for them. After all the missions you’ve all been through, it was kind of hard not liking them. Some more than others.

You scanned the area again before darting for the building across from you. You could hear screams and groans, but nothing that stood out. You focused on your mission knowing very well that if you didn’t do this then bye-bye head.

You slid into the room, quickly slamming the door. The small shack was the perfect place to store the briefcase until the ambush was over. Who would look here? Probably no one. Maybe.

You shook your head, digging through the tight, enclosed space for the case. Once your hand grasped the metal, you radio in: “Boss lady, I’ve got the case. What do you want me to do?”

“Head to the evac zone. A helicopter will be waiting for your arrival-“

“Wait, what about the team? What about Flag? What the fuck, man?”

“Your team is presumed dead, L/N. Now, get your ass to the zone.”

No threat.

“On my way.”

Waller never missed a chance to threaten you. Never. She sounded almost desperate. She needed you to get out of there.

You couldn’t leave. Not until you were sure your h- team was safe. Or dead.

You opened the case, surprised that there wasn’t a combination lock. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the bottle inside. You weren’t exactly sure what was in the bottle, you presumed it was something toxic. You stuffed into the waistband of your pants. Tossing the briefcase aside, you slowly opened the door and looked around for any source of action.

_

“What you gonna do? Kill me? Blow my head off? Huh? I just saved your ass, Waller! If I didn’t go back and make sure they weren’t actually dead, then you would be stuck with just me and a long explanation as to why you need new candidates for this suicide program of yours.”

Waller flicked her hand, ignoring your words as hands gripped your arms, keeping you still. “Flag, take her away.”

Rick nodded, pulling you off as you struggled in his grasp.

“You can’t fucking do this, Waller! I saw what that stuff can do! I saved your ass!”

_

You couldn’t remember how long it’s been since you were pulled away from the woman. More like the devil.

Rick had eased his grip, cursing at himself for holding onto you so tightly. He kept a stoic face as the two of you walked, every so often glancing over at you. You stopped talking the moment you were pulled into the elevator. He had to remind himself to stay cool, that this would be over soon.

The elevator stopped, opening up to reveal a long hallway. No camera’s in sight. He pulled you out and kept his voice low, “There’s an escape tunnel, just at the end of the hall. Waller expects me to dumb your remains there, but neither one of us would want that, now do we?”

His cheek barely brushed against yours as he spoke. You had to swallow and steady your breathing before you tried to talk. “She’s going to kill you if she finds out what you’re about to do, Rick.”

“It’s either you or me, Y/N.”


REQUESTEE: ANON
DATE: AUG. 8 2016
NOTES: Not sure what this was tbh
It was the first thing I wrote when reading over the request. I really hope the person who requested this liked it!

[EDIT: I fixed the name things. I have an extension on chrome that changes all X Reader codes rip I’m so sorry]
The Perfect Life

I live in a perfect little neighbourhood in an equally perfect little town. I just wish I had the perfect life to go with it.

I used to think I had just that, and maybe I did for a time. I had a wonderful childhood, with parents who had put enough money aside for me to make my way through college without a mountain of debt waiting for me when I graduated. I went through the motions of moving into my first apartment after getting a job and met the man I believed – and still believe – to be my soulmate. Within two and half years we were married and our combined salaries meant we could get a mortgage on our first house.

A quiet neighbourhood full of kids and dogs and all manner of other pets. Picket fences and well-kept gardens and always someone bringing over some excess food for one neighbour or another.

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BTS Reaction To Their Girlfriend Checking Out Another Idol

*GIFs Not Mine*

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suga-sinner said:

Can you do a BTS reaction of them reacting to you checking out one of the others in the group or maybe another group? (ie EXO, GOT7, etc) I think it would be awesome if some members were silly, but others having a sexy reaction (like “I’m so much better” sort of thing) Hope you get a round to it! Have a great day!

Jin: What? I can be fun to look at too you know. *goes over to her* Hey.

Suga: *secretly plotting the other idolsdeath but smiles when he catches him starring at him*

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

J-Hope: Am I not good enough eye candy? Look at me, look at me. If she doesn’t look at me…I’m gonna make her look at me.

Originally posted by frostbittensuga

Rap Monster: Play it cool….play it cool…he’s nothing *after a few moments* Screw that. *sneaks behind him and waves at her*

Originally posted by jxnhyungs

Jimin: It’s cool. It’s cool. She can check you out, but as soon as I do this *lifts shirt up* yep - there we go. Eyes are back on me. You ain’t no competition.

V: Really??? Am I gonna have to show her how sexy I can be again???

Originally posted by fykimtaehyung

Jungkook: *gives himself an internal pep talk* You’re better looking than him. You’re probably stronger than him. Your voice is even better than his. She likes you. Yeah…She’s only only admiring his outfit. 

Originally posted by kookie-bts

anonymous asked:

As a harrie and someone who loves the other boys too and wants the best for all of them I can see that most people are not against harry (most because some can be really nasty to him) more like against biased journalism! Still doesn't excuse some harries' behavior! Damn there are nasties everywhere!

EXACTLY!!!

I loooooove Harry. And I want him to do well, and I’m excited for him album too. And, okay, maybe some of us Niall stans took that Sirius quote thing to heart/“the wrong way” – but perhaps they should have worded themselves better, just saying – but…now some Harries are turning around and attacking who Niall is and accusing him of not being genuinely grateful because it’s all “fan service”..? Like- In one breath they’re getting defensive over that quote and saying that nobody is making it into a competition or anything and then in another breath they’re the ones making into a sort of competition by making accusations against who Niall is as a person. Fuck that noise.

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Spearmint the Treeko #106 [EBQ#1]

Started January 22,2017 after 3,196 SRs

Whoo boy am i ever pleased to see another Shiny Starter! And one to complete another Trio. I’ve always loved the Shiny Treeko lin,e its so refreshing and a nice bright pop to its environment. I mean that red tail is simply eye catching and lush.

With this, i’ve done all the GBA games starters I believe? Save for D/P, no other games (Pre-3Ds era) will have to deal with the uncatchables. I think. All thats left are some Jhoto and Unova Starters, but I think i’ll get to work on some BQ’s first. Bringing them up to speed. But now, i have the rest of the day to relax, probably even make a speedpaint!

With that I wish you all the best of luck with your hunts!

*bonus: The Treeko i found on my dash a minute before the shiny appeared*

thank you my gecko friend

It hurts me more than I will ever let you know. When the words escape other peoples tongues you believe them. But when the words come from my mouth you argue against each one. 

It physically hurts me to see you hate yourself, and it is a slap in the face when you believe it when other people call you beautiful and intelligent. I have risked my recovery to help you, but you don’t see the positivity when it comes from me. 

So I ask you, what can I do? Because you make it quite clear that I am not enough for you, you are always searching for someone better. Maybe it’s my fault, because I have shown you time and time again that I will open you back with open arms and leave the past in the past. But it hurts, because I think I am going to lose you to another boy, and you are already hurting so much, and I’m scared for you. 

But you never listen to me, you are always so defensive when it comes to me, and you are always trying to prove me wrong.

—  I don’t know how to be a better friend for you. I feel like I have failed you.
A New Year’s Kiss (Patrick Stump)

My head buzzes as I take another sip of your champagne, but I don’t really mind. It was New Year’s Eve, I deserved to have some fun, right? Plus the alcohol cuts the edge of my anxiety, making parties like this one way more enjoyable. My eyes skim across the room, checking out the scene. I have been friends with the guys from Fall Out Boy for a couple years now, and while I was slowly getting used to these parties, sometimes I still got starstruck. From where I’m standing I can see not only Pete and Andy, but several other amazing people ,people such as Brendon Urie, Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Tyler Joseph, Josh Dun, and of course Patrick Stump. I could keep going , but for some unknown reason seeing Patrick makes me falter. Okay, maybe the reason wasn’t such a mystery. Things have been tense between us ever since I realized i liked him- as more than a friend. Not that he knew that, but the realization causes my anxiety to kick up and make being around him awkward and uncomfortable. We’ve always been great friends, so he probably thinks that my attitude change around him meant he did something wrong, when in reality it’s the opposite. I’ve wanted to talk to him about it for days now, but every time I did the confession died in my throat. I snap out of my thoughts as Patrick sees me and walks over with a smile.

“ Hey (Y/N), having fun?” He asks, giving me a hug.

“ Yea actually I am “ I realize as I say it. ‘ Must be the alcohol” I finish dryly.

He cracked a smile at that, taking another sip of his own champagne. I took a deep breath and took my chance.

“ Listen, Trick, I know things have been weird lately, and I–” I was cut off from my speech, as Pete yelled across the room.

“ Guys the ball is starting to drop! Everyone to the TV, NOW!”

“ I guess It can wait a few minutes” I said with a smile, and we walked quickly to the tv, as everyone started counting down.

“TEN!”

Maybe I should just tell him instead of making a dumb excuse

“NINE! “

I don’t want things to be weird though

“EIGHT”

We’ve been friends for so long, what if this ruins everything?

“SEVEN”

But maybe he likes me back

“SIX”

But maybe he doesn’t, a voice whispers in my head

“FIVE”

I look at Patrick, and see  that he’s already looking at me

“FOUR”
I bite my lip, trying to figure out the right move

“THREE”

I could make my move right now, I realize, alcohol fueling my bravery

“TWO”

I take a deep breath, refusing to allow myself to talk myself out of this

“ONE!”

I turn to Patrick as the last number is being shouted, place my hand on the back of his neck, tilt my head, and push my lips against his, taking his New Year’s Kiss.

And to my surprise, he kisses back.

Wrong kid Part 3: Henry X Hook X Reader

Requested by anon: Could you make part 3 of wrong kid maybe they forgive each other so you don’t have right another part because u have a bunch of parts in my mind and I don’t want you to get bored of it

oh I wouldn’t get bored, I was just wondering where I should take it.

Originally posted by chanoeys


Continuation of this imagine




You were back at camp, but something still seemed off. Why had Peter gone with you to find Killian instead of telling you about him from the beginning? It all seemed like a big game to him, and one you weren’t willing to play. You spotted Henry across the way and decided to see what you could find out.


“Hey lost boy.” You said, approaching Henry.


He stood up quickly, “You’re not here to fight, are you?”


“Relax, I just wanna talk.” You assured him.


Sighing he replied, “Okay. Why do you want to talk to me?”


“No reason.” You said, “So what’s up with you huh? You don’t seem that lost to me.”


“I’m not lost.” He shrugged, “I didn’t want to come here.”


You snorted, “Wow, that sucks. I mean, now you’re kinda stuck here.”


“No I’m not. My family’s coming to find me.” He said.


Raising an eyebrow you asked him, “You really think so?”


He tilted his head, “Wouldn’t your family come for you?” His words hit you hard. You stayed silent and he seemed to realize his mistake, “Well, my family isn’t like others. We always find each other, it’s who we are.”


“Have they ever made mistakes?” You asked. When he looked confused you clarified, “Like, what if they left you here. Something like that, would you forgive them?”


Considering this he answered, “My mom did leave me once. She gave me up when I was a baby, but after I found her I don’t think she’d ever give me up again. That’s why I forgive her.” Shutting your eyes you took in a breath. Hook had said he wanted to talk to you again before they left the island. Was he just like Emma? Was it all just a big forgivable mistake? Before you had the chance to think more about it you heard Peter call your name.


“Y/N! Can I have a word?” You walked over to him and he chuckled, “So, did that encounter with Killian answer your questions?”


You scoffed, “Why couldn’t you have just told me? Why did you have me face him?”


Peter laughed, “It was more fun this way.” He saw your disapproval and sighed, “Oh come on, there was no harm in it.”


“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You lied. You didn’t like what Peter was doing, he was playing games with you. “Well I was going to go on a walk, thanks for answering my questions though.” Heading out you went in the direction of where Killian was. It took some tracking, but eventually you found them. They were settling down when you heard Emma speak.


“Hey, can you get some more vines?” She asked.


“My pleasure love.” Killian replied reluctantly.


As he walked away from them you followed silently. When you were far away enough from the group you came up behind him holding a dagger. Grabbing his shoulder you pressed the point of the knife against his back.


He put his hands up, “Attacking a man when he’s not prepared? That’s just unmannerly.”


“I would have been nicer, but I didn’t want you to alert anyone else.” You lowered the dagger, stepping in front of him.


He raised an eyebrow, “Y/N? What are you doing?”


“Look, I didn’t want to confront you in front of the others.” You glanced down, “And I didn’t want Peter to know I was here.” He stared at you for a moment longer before replying.


“Why wouldn’t you want Pan to know you’re talking to me?”


You looked back to him, “Because Peter thinks I won’t forgive you, but I’m not so sure.” He stayed silent waiting for you to continue. “Why did you leave me here Killian? How could you forget about me?”


He rubbed the back of his neck, “You were right, back there. Saying that I did more than mess up. But I was a different man back then. I did unforgivable things. One of which was leaving you here. It reached a point where I was afraid to come back for you, because I was afraid of who I would be greeting with. I was afraid of who you’d become here.”


“The truth is,” You began, “I never really stopped missing you. I didn’t realize it until I heard your voice.”


You were silent for a few seconds before he spoke up, “Come with us. When we find Henry and get off the island, come with us.” Telling him you would go with them would be betraying Peter. But would that really be that bad? Sure he was there for you sometimes, but it wasn’t out of kindness. He’s there for you in the same way a cat can be with a mouse. When the cat doesn’t kill the mouse, but plays with it instead.


“Alright, count me in.” Killian laughed, hugging you in the process. You hugged him back smiling. “Oh, you might want to hurry with those vines you were supposed to get.“

fairyflossed-bunnymilk  asked:

Could i maybe please have a ship? I'm 162 cm and around 48 kg. I have blue green eyes (they change with the lighting) and short brown hair with bangs. I'm really shy at first but very crazy and weird once i open up. I loovvveee to sing (my friend says i sound like a femal jungkook lol) and draw and dance. I also write songs and bake. I love making people happy and cheering people up when they're sad. I also have an obsession for cute things. Thank you so much and I'm sorry if this is a bother~

I ship you with…

Kim Taehyung!

The contrast between you and Taehyung would be really adorable because he is so gigantic. You guys would be a really goofy and loud couple and I feel like the other members would totally get super confused whenever you joked with each other, but you’d be able to understand one another really well. I can imagine dates where you’d go out for long drives with the windows down and just sing at the top of your lungs. He’d buy you really cute gifts, like if you guys were out and you pointed out something you thought was cute, he’d purchase it in a heartbeat. 

Sadies

“Hazzy, stop it!” Niall giggles as Harry nuzzles his nose into the blonde boy’s neck lovingly.

They’re in the back of Harry’s jeep, making out lazily during their free lunch period like the crazy love-sick teenagers they are, grinding against one another to some old song by the 1975. But they’re barely paying attention, completely high off of each other and (according to the smoggy air in the car) maybe a little of something else too. Niall’s underneath the bigger boy, legs wrapped around his skinny-jean clad waist, clawing at his black band tee. Harry’s got Niall shirt hitched halfway off, and it’s clear where he wants this to go.

Harry chuckles back deeply as he nips at the blue eyed boy’s throat, “I don’t want to,” He grumbles, a little whine in his voice.

Niall fixes him with a look, obviously attempting to be stern but unable to hide the utter fondness behind his glare. “People are going to start wondering…” He protests as Harry pulls him even closer.

“So let them.” Harry tries, pushing Niall so that he’s back to laying down on the warmed leather seats.

The blonde rolls his eyes, shoving Harry back up. “You know we can’t do that.” He says, sitting up fully and tugging his shirt back down from where it was hiked up around his chest.

“But why,” Harry whines, dragging out the “y” noise, making his tone that much more childish. Niall stays silent, simply grabbing his flower crown from the floor and balancing it When the blonde doesn’t respond Harry’s voice changes to something much more soft, much more intimate, than he would ever use in public, “You know that I don’t care what people think, baby, yeah?”

Niall smiles at Harry gently, moving forward to kiss the brunette soundly, pushing his forehead against Harry’s after and murmuring, “I know.” They spend the last few minutes fixing their appearances, flattening out wrinkled shirts and pulling their shoes back on in a comfortable silence. The bells rings and Harry inwardly groans, knowing that he’s going to have to go back to the stupid plan that Niall had forced them to follow.

The blonde leaves the car first and Harry watches as he fixes his flower crown once more before looking around casually, and walking away from Harry’s car quickly.

Harry sighs, counts to 10, just like they practiced, and follows the boy he loves, glare stuck on his face already.

* * * *

Harry was the official bad boy of school.

He had a deep, slow voice and a permanent devious look in his eyes. Paired with his ripped jeans and combat boots, he was the perfect candidate for his assumed role.

Of course, on the inside, Harry wasn’t a “bad boy.”

Sure, he got into a couple of fights and maybe he wasn’t always in the best of moods and maybe he smoked weed and got drunk sometimes but he liked to think of himself as a good guy. He was a complete momma’s boy and he never treated Niall with anything other than the utmost respect.

But people liked to make assumptions so Harry let them. He didn’t particularly care what people thought like Niall did.

He rolls his eyes as he sees another girl glancing at him, “subtly,” as she twirls her hair absently. It happens every year during every season when there’s a dance. Of course, Harry never asks anyone because the only person he would want to ask doesn’t want to be in public with Harry.

Sadly enough, this season was a traditional, American-style “Sadies-Hawkins” dance where the girls are the ones asking the boys, and Harry wasn’t looking forward to it. He really didn’t like turning girls down, not that it happened that much normally, but he had a sinking feeling that this time it would be different.

He leaves his last class in an annoyed huff as he sees Niall standing at his locker alone, lip jutted out adorably as he tried to get everything out of his locker. As much as Harry wanted to walk over to his boyfriend and kiss away the pout, carry all his books for him, he couldn’t.

Harry forces his eyes away, grabbing his jacket and walking over to his car, ignoring every dreamy stare he got as he walked over to his banged up, black jeep. His second true love.

He throws his bags in the back and starts the car, allowing the car to heat up as he waits patiently for Niall to walk past his car and down the road a bit before following furtively and parking aways down the road.

Niall gets in the car in a light giggle and suddenly, Harry’s somewhat off-day gets better and he smiles over at the passenger side of his car before speeding off.

* * * *

The first proposal happens 3 days later. It’s a Friday, which was officially labeled as “Harry&Niall day” back sometime last year, which makes it all the more dramatic.

The girl is tall and kind of intimidating, even to Harry. She’s pretty, for a girl, with long dark hair and dark eyes, but Harry really, really isn’t interested.

Hell, he doesn’t even know her name.

She does it in a cute way as well, and Harry really appreciates the beautifully drawn cardboard sign that she drew, along with some pun that she probably found on Pinterest, but he still turns her down.

She’s eyeing him with the same look as every other girl does. Biting her lip and half-closed eyes, like she’s ready for him to push her up against the wall and fuck her at any second. There’s only one person he wants to do that to.

So true to the person that she thinks he is, badass and uncaring, he simply shakes his head and shrugs. “No thanks.” He says before stepping around her and moving along down the nearly-silent hall.

Everyone seems shocked and he realizes that later it’s because she’s one of the “populars.” She’s some cheerleader that couldn’t seem to understand why Harry didn’t say yes. Apparently, she started some rumor that Harry turned her down gently, reassuring her that he was just “busy” that night. Apparently, Harry said that he wishes he could’ve gone with her, but was just so damn “busy” that he couldn’t. He rolled his eyes as Louis told him of this, knowing it was just some regular high school girl with her head way too far up her own arse to realize that Harry just wasn’t interested.

Of course, Niall isn’t happy about it.

He doesn’t specifically say anything about it, but Harry can tell by the way Niall gets into his car during lunch and doesn’t even smile. He gives Harry a curt, “hello,” but doesn’t say much else, simply looking out the window while Harry awkwardly twiddles his thumbs.

“Niall-”

“Why didn’t you say yes?” Niall blurts, interrupting Harry immediately, turning to face the green eyed boy expectantly.

Harry leans back, surprised, because out of all of the things he expected Niall to say, that was not one of them. “W-what?” He stutters, completely appalled that Niall would even say that.

“Kendall asked you to the dance, right? Why didn’t you say yes?” The blonde asks, and Harry would think he was angry by the tone of his voice but he can see the hurt in Niall’s eyes. He can see how upset his boyfriend really is over this.

“Baby,” Harry murmurs softly, almost disappointed. Niall doesn’t respond, just sniffs quietly which automatically makes Harry tug the boy into his arms. They’re both in rather big coats so it’s fluffy and warm but also sweet and caring and Harry refuses to let go. “You know exactly why I didn’t say yes, you idiot.” He mumbles.

Niall shrugs, “She’s really pretty.” He says, as if that gives an explanation for why he thought Harry would ever leave him.
“Sure she is. But you’re beautiful and perfect and all I ever want. Please don’t underestimate yourself, Ni, you know better.” Harry says, pushing Niall’s shoulder playfully.

But Niall doesn’t look playful. He simply climbs over the seat to get to the back pulling Harry by the shirt, “Come back here and kiss me.” The blonde orders.
Harry doesn’t need to be told twice.
* * * *

Harry gets asked by three more girls and it seems like with each proposal Niall gets more and more insecure.

Of course, Harry gets extremely defensive of their relationship, measuring the boy as much as he could, which always seemed to get them into the same situation in the back of Harry’s car which– well, Harry couldn’t complain.
They’re in one of those situations now, Harry’s jeans pulled half down while Niall’s are completely off, disbanded somewhere in the front seat. They’re really getting into it at this point, Niall on top of Harry, straddling the bigger boy and grinding on him a bit more vigorously than usual. Harry’s kissing up Niall’s neck, sucking more harshly than usual, trying his best to leave marks to at least somewhat claim his boyfriend.
“Harry– stop.” Niall pants quickly, as if he was reading his boyfriend’s mind. “You’re going to leave a mark.”

Harry nods, eyes still closed, pulling Niall’s neck back down to his mouth, whispering hotly, “That’s the point.”

Niall pushes away, more sternly this time. “Harry, we’ve talked about this.” He says, his voice suddenly harsh.
The brunette opens his eyes, recognizing Niall’s newfound angry tone. “Ni…” He  sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Why the fuck not?” He questions, just as harshly, sitting up and bringing Niall along with him, still keeping the blonde in his lap. “Baby, I’m tired of all these girls making you feel so upset. I don’t want to make you feel unworthy, I just want everyone to know that we’re together. Why won’t you let us?”
Niall’s jaw clenches and he sighs as well, “I don’t want people to hate me.” He says sadly. “Every girl is so obsessed with you, everyone’s going to hate me when they know that- that I’m with you.”
“That’s bull, Ni, why do you care?” Harry asks, still somewhat stressed about the entire situation. “I don’t understand why you care so much.”

Niall shrugs, unsure how to explain himself. It’s awkward then. Something it’s not normally and it’s weird because they’ve never really felt awkward with one another. Not even at the beginning when Niall was just the freshman pestering Harry to help him make some flower crowns.
It stays weird for the rest of lunch, even with Harry trying to defuse the sudden tension with stupid jokes, Niall just smiles shortly and looks away.

It’s weird and Harry hates it.
* * * *

The next day is just as weird.

Niall texts Harry and tells him not to pick him up. Harry texts him 5 times, asking if he’s sick because usually when one of them is sick, the other goes to take care of the other. But, he never gets a response.
With a sigh and a terrible feeling in his gut, Harry goes to school, prepared to have an awful day.

There’s a crowd at the front of the school, which leaves Harry with an angry huff, because it looks like it does whenever someone tries to ask Harry to a dance. It’s become a sort of phenomenon now. It feels like every girl is trying to see if they’re the one that Harry is “holding out” for.
He’s angry now, missing Niall and confused about their relationship, and he’s fully prepared to turn this girl down with a harsh look and maybe even worse words that he’d probably regret later.
Until…

In the middle of the crowd, the massive huge crowd, there’s a familiar, shaking, short blonde. He looks terrified, but he’s standing strong, holding a cardboard sign, with no puns or jokes. There’s no funny drawing or anything like that, Just a simple text that reads, “Harry, Go to Sadies with me?” And Niall’s holding a flower crown, identical to the one on his own head and Harry’s never been so in love with anything or anyone in his entire life. 

Everyone’s giggling, looking around at each other like they knew what would happen, like they were so excited to see Niall get turned down and now, Harry understood why Niall was so afraid. Because highschoolers were assholes, but Harry didn’t care. He didn’t care that everyone sucked and apparently, Niall didn’t either. 

Still, as he always does he goes along with everyone’s image of him, stalking up to Niall with no emotion on his face, watching as Niall’s hands start shaking even harder. 

Harry takes the flower crown in his hands, silently admiring the pink and white flowers that were weaved into the base. The giggles and whispers have intensified now and he even sees some people with their phones out. Good. 

He places the crown on his head, grinning as the gasps begin to sound from the crowd and he wastes no time in grabbing Niall’s cheeks and kissing the boy feverishly, gripping at his neck lovingly as he tries to convey just how passionately he feels towards the blonde. Everyone’s silent now, and staring and once Harry pulls away, he begins to feel extremely angry at how vapid these people were for looking disappointed or disgusted in them. 

“What are you perverts looking’ at, huh? Can’t a guy kiss his boyfriend in peace?” He shouts, waving his hand at the crowd before dragging Niall away, back towards his car, ready to skip the rest of the day and spend it showing his boyfriend just how happy he was. 

They get in the car and don’t wait to continue kissing each other, Niall gripping at Harry’s long hair and pulling him even closer.

Harry’s on cloud nine, so relieved to finally be open with their relationship and out. Harry pulls back, kissing Niall’s cheeks and then his nose and then his forehead. “That’s a yes by the way.” 

The only sounds left after that is Niall’s breathy laughter. 

UGH this took me so long and its still late I’m so sorry. I have a break this week but I’m so busy I don’t know how much I’ll be able to update. Wish me luck on my college tours :p :p 

Prompts are open! I do any Niall centric OTP, OT3, OT4, and OT5! You can see my previous writings here and my master post here

so imagine the palladins are on a new planet maybe they’re answering a distress signal and it’s totally boring they’re just walking through jungle trying to get to the signal and for some reason they’re lions can’t get thru and anyway lance is getting bored very loudly and everyone is telling him to be quiet

and suddenly he sees this green alien creature just laying on an alien rock and he chuckles to himself and says “here he comes” and Keith is like “huh? who?”

and lance, well lance can’t resist how can he leave his buddy Keith hanging? so he and pidge both shout “DAT BOI!” and they just look at one another like they never seen each other before and realize they are lost platonic meme soul mates. soul memers if you will. and in unison they yell in each others faces “O SHIT WADDUP!?” and they high the highest of fives laughing like idiots.

hunk is groaning and smacking his head against an alien tree shiro may not know this meme but he’s only been away from earth for a year he knows a meme when he hears it and is having horrible flashbacks tho they are a welcome change but nonetheless he’s also making disappointed dad noises

and keith. poor sweet summer child is just confusedly looking around and makes the poor decision of saying “what? what boy? where is he?” and it’s a mistake cause lance and pidge were starting to calm down but now there’s no chance and they’re probably literally going to die from laughing too hard falling over each other

alura who is listening from the castle is debating of just leaving them there

“Do my thighs look too big?”

Request by same anon: 1. Can you do an imagine where Sammy accidentally makes fun of your weight and you guys stop talking to each other because your insecure😚? Sorry if you already did this one 😣 

2. Ok sorry for another sad request 😭 but they just help me sometimes when I’m going through these things. So I was wondering you you can do an imagine where he finds out you don’t eat, but he never thinks anything, until one day? Like maybe you start getting smaller and smaller? 😚

Hope you don’t mind me combining the two! 

Y/N’s POV

“Damn babe, relax. Your food ain’t going no where!” Sam laughs as my spoon was midair to my mouth. I slowly drop my spoon and turn red. “No, don’t stop eating. Eat. I love a girl with an appetite. I love it. Just eat slower okay? Don’t need you to choke or anything..” He smirks at me and takes a bite from his food. “She should just stop eating. Her belly is kind of sticking out of that crop top.” I heard whispers on the side of me. 2 girls watching Sammy and I have dinner. I look at them and they looked away. I looked at Sammy and he gave me an awkward smile. I guess he heard them too. 

7 months dating Sammy. I’ve learned to become comfortable with him, talking about anything. Anything but the way I look. I’m a little thick. He says that’s what he loves about me but it’s what I hate about myself. There is meat and muscle around my bones. A lot. It is something I’ve never learned to be comfortable with. The way I look. People say that I fill in my clothes very well. That every girl craves my body. Not skinny but not big. Just. Right. Whatever that means. 

When we get to my apartment I stayed quiet while we watched tv. I stood up to go to my room but stopped at the body mirror. I turned side to side, looking at my body, “What are you looking at?” Sammy stopped on his way to the kitchen, looking at me. 

“Be honest, do my thighs look too big?” I self consciously asked him. He said in the most serious voice, “I mean kind of. You could lose a couple pounds if you want to make them smaller.” My heart and face drop, looking at him. “What….” His eyes went soft after seeing my face of sadness, “Huh? No babe, I’m kidding! Of course no-” “GET. OUT.” I interrupted him. “Babe, I was just-” “I SAID GET OUT SAMUEL.” I pointed at the front door. “Oh my god you are overreacting, I was just-” “No you weren’t. So stop.” I slammed the door on his face. My back against the door, I slid down, tears running down my face. I hear a knock, “Y/N, open up please? I’m sorry.” I hear him say thru the door. “GO AWAY!” “Please let me in baby. I know you are needing a hug right now. Please stop crying…” “I said go away! Or I will have someone remove you!” “Fine. I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow..” I hear footsteps fade away. I open the door and peak out my head to make sure he wasn’t there anymore. 

He was right, I did need a hug right now. And I do want to hug him but I got the next best thing. My best friend. I grab my keys and close my door, walking across the hall to my best friend’s apartment. I walk inside crying, wiping my tears. “I HEARD THE SLAMMING AND YELLING! WHAT HAPPENED?” I hear Cameron yell from the living room. I walk a little close to the couch and stop. “What happened now?” His eyes on the video game. I started crying again, and he heard me as he paused the game. “NAAAAAAASH!” he yells at the top of his lungs, calling my other best friend. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He quickly runs to me and hugs me, rubbing my back. “Hey, sh, sh, hey. Stop crying now. You know there’s a no crying zone here at this apartment. Now, tell me what’s wrong?” “What’s up? Y/N? CRYING?” Nash quickly runs down the stairs, joining our hug. “What he do?” 

“I, asked, him, do, my, thighs, look, too, big, and, he, said, kind, of, you, could, lose, a, couple, pounds, if, you, want, to, make, them, smaller,” I said in between sobs. “What? I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” Nash said. “You NEVER just joke like that unless you know FORSURE we are both joking around. NOT a ONE sided joke! And he knew I was serious by the look in my eyes!” “Ok ok ok.. Come here.” Nash hugs me tight. I hear Cam go into the hall way, “Hey, yeah, she’s in here. Crying. She’ll be fine. Yeah. Ok. Wait, did you mean it? I had to ask. Ok. Later.” He comes back to Nash and I. “Sam says,” “I don’t care.” I say, burying my face on Nash’s neck as he rubs my back. “He just says he loves you.” “MmmmMmmMmmmMM.” I muffled into Nash’s neck. “Don’t know what you said, but i’m just going to tell him you love him back.” Cam runs away, on his phone. 


Next day, I woke up on Cam’s bed. I guess I fell asleep crying here, and got carried up here. I lied there for a while, until I heard the door slam downstairs and yelling. I walk down the hall a little and peep over the railing. I see Nash and Cam facing Samuel. His body was facing away from my angle, so I saw the back and top of his head and saw their faces. “She doesn’t want to see you Sam.” “Just let me see her guys. Please.” “She stayed up crying last night and fell asleep crying. She’ll probably wake up crying.” Cam said. “How could you even say that even if you were kidding?” Nash put his hands on his hips. “I know I’m stupid. In my mind, I thought I was able to say anything even as a joke and she would take it. But I realized last night, she never talks about her weight. She never. I-I messed up, I know. Just let me talk it out with her,” 

“She doesn’t want to talk to you Sam, trust me. If you go up there, there will be tears and hands will be thrown.” Nash tries to convince him. “I’ll take it like a man! Please,” “Sam I can’t let you. She will kill us if we let you.” Nash and Cam’s eyes wonder up and spot me. Sam turns around and looks up at me spotting me before I can hide. I run to Cam’s room, and I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. “Y/N? BABY? PLEASE!” Sam yells, reaching Cam’s room, knocking. “Please, open up. Baby, let me talk to you please.” “NO!” “Please, let me hold you. I missed you last night…” “NO!” “Baby,” “NO! CAMMM! NAAAASH!” I whined loud enough. “Come on Sam, time for you to leave.” I hear them try to pry him off the door. “I love you Y/N, I love you..” 


Two weeks of dodging Sam’s texts, calls, appearance at my or Cam and Nash’s apartment. Never have I felt so insecure for the last 2 weeks. Never. Every time I put on an outfit, I looked in the mirror and got nervous because of the way I’m filling in my clothes. “Too much stomach fat. Too much thigh fat. Too much arm fat. Too much fat!” I kept thinking to myself. Finally I got tired of feeling fat and just started to slowly stop eating. I would stop eating meat. Then carbs. Then vegetables. Then fruit. Now nothing. Water was the only thing on my diet. Dangerous, I know, but it was making me feel better. Feel less, fat. 

After 3 weeks of not talking to him, I finally lightened up. At the same time for the past 3 weeks, he would come to my door, knock, yell for me, then talk through the door like I was responding to him, for 3 hours. Then come back the next day. He was never late. He never left early. I sighed as I looked at my watch, -knock knock knock- “Y/N?” Right on time. 

I get up and look through the peep hole, he’s looking different every day. Dark circles under his eyes just keep getting darker, posture starting to get loose, face red from probably rubbing his face too hard and too much, hair a mess, like 90 mph wind was blowing at it. Voice sounding sadder and sadder each day. “How are you?” I open the door, “I’m fine.” His face lightens up and he crushes me in a hug. “I’m so sorry. I am so sorry. You are beautiful just the way you are. You don’t need to be losing weight. Your thighs are my favorite thing about you. I am so sorry baby.” I finally hug him back and bury my face in his neck. 

“It’s okay my love.” We let go of each other and I let him inside. “Do you want to go eat? I’ll take you to your favorite restaurant!” “I, uh, I already ate, thanks.” I say awkwardly. “Ok. We can go tomorrow then. Do you, want to talk about,” “No, I don’t. It’s okay.” I weakly smile at him, only because of the lack of energy I have. “Ok, come here.” He pulls me into his arms again, “I missed you.” “Can we go take a nap?” I looked at him weakly. “Yeah, yes, of course. Come on.” We cuddle against each other for the first time in 3 weeks. He squishes my stomach, as I feel like i need to barf. I hold it in, trying not to create a fuss. 

Day after day, he doesn’t even notice I don’t eat. I refuse to eat out and when we eat at home, I slickly hide the food under the couch or behind the frames, and throw it away later, or quietly, when he isn’t looking, pretend like I eat but put it back into the pan and say, “I’m full already.” 

Days after days go by, I get weaker, but I get smaller, making me somewhat happier. Sam notices too, “Are you working out more? You look… Thinner…” He stares at me with a funny look. “Yeah, dieting just a little bit. But i’m fine.” “If you are doing this because of what I said, stop. Ok? Keep eating what you were eating. Work out less. Your body was perfect.” He kisses my lips and walks into the bathroom. “Yeah, perfect..” 

One day, we were having dinner across the hall. It was harder to not really eat when there was 3 of them. I was get up to pretend to get more water or get more napkins. And put the food back in the pan. I was about to put the last of it back in the pot, “What are you doing?” Cam comes in. “I-I was full. Couldn’t finish it. Didn’t want to waste. Whoop.” I spoon it back into the pot. “Y/N, you’re not starving yourself are you? Because the way your face looks right now, and the fact that you’re getting smaller seems like it.” “No, I’m not. I’m working out more and just dieting.” My voice peaks. He just stares at me. “You’re lying. SAM! GET IN HERE!” Cam yells, “Please no please don’t,” “Hey what’s up?” Sam walks in with Nash. 

“Tell him Y/N..” I just stood there looking at my shoes. “TELL. HIM!” I didn’t budge. “What’s going on?” “Y/N has been losing weight because she’s been starving herself..” Cam crosses his arms in disapproval and I slouch my head down more. “YOU’RE WHAT?! ARE YOU CRAZY? DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS? YOU’RE LOSING NUTRIENTS AND VITAMINS AND ALL THAT SHIT! EAT! RIGHT NOW!” Sam grabs my plate and scoops food on it. “EAT. IT.” He puts it in front of me. I grab the plate, shaking and stuff rice in my mouth, chewing slowly. “Now swallow.” He commands me. I haven’t swallowed solids in a while so it hurt in the throat a little. 

Sammy’s POV

“Now swallow.” I force her. It looked like it was hurting her throat meaning she hasn’t eaten in awhile. “See? Not starving myself.” She smiles. “One bite doesn’t mean anything. Finish that plate.” Nash crosses his arms with me following. “Look,” she puts down the plate. She tries to take a step forward and drops. “Y/N!” I freak out. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, yeah, I just, I tripped.” Her hand was on her forehead. “You didn’t trip. You got dizzy.” “No, I-” “Don’t lie to me Y/N. Are you starving yourself? Is that why you are getting skinnier and skinnier each day?” She softly closes her eyes and slowly nods her head. 

“ARE YOU CRAZY? HOW LONG? HOW. LONG. HAVE. YOU. BEEN. STARVING. YOURSELF.” I angrily asked her. “alsjakds” She mumbled under her breath. “I’m sorry, what? We couldn’t hear you.” “2 weeks.” She said clearly. “2 WEEKS?! ARE YOU- WHAT IS - IS IT BECAUSE OF WHAT I SAID?! ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?! THIS IS DANGEROUS! YOU NEED TO EAT SOMETHING!” I pull her up to her legs. “I’m fine. I just need some water.” She pushed me off of her. We followed her till she drank some water. “See? I’m fine.” She fake assured us and smiled. She was going to walk back into the kitchen, when, “Sam?” she said my name in front of my face. “Yeah?” “Catch me.” She fainted in front of me as I caught her. 

“Y/N? Y/N?! GO CALL HELP! CALL 9-1-1! DO SOMETHING!” I yell at the guys who were scared too. “Y/N, please wake up, Y/N???” “419! HE’S A DOCTOR! GO!” Cam yells as Nash dashes out the door. I carry her to the couch and we tried shaking her away. “Please wake up please!” “Dr. Twal please she’s our best friend! She fainted. She hasn’t eaten in weeks! Please!” Nash pulls him through the door. “Ok, let me take a look at her. Hmmm, she looks pale. Pupils are light. Pulse is weak. Her cheek bones are showing way too much.” He sighed, looking through his bag. “Nutrient pills. She will take these for a little. Make sure she takes it with EVERY MEAL for a couple days. She drinks LOADS of water.” “Is-is she going to be okay?” “She’s be fine. Looks like she’s coming back to us. Hello missy.” “Y/N!” the 3 of us yell.

“Wha-what happened?” “You fainted in my arms..” “You can’t be skipping meals missy. This is what happens. It could have been worse. The insides could have been eating you alive. You’re going to need to see a doctor first to check your health. Make sure you didn’t do anything bad. And take these.” He hands her the pills. You MUST eat it with every MEAL!” He looks at her with an eye. She just nods. “Now, eat your food. Drink your water. And you will be fine in a week or two. Just go see a doctor to make sure okay?” “Yes sir.” She said quietly. “Nice to meet you. I’ll see you soon Mr. Grier and Mr. Dallas.” “Thank you sir.” 

Y/N starts crying, “Sammy..” “Yeah baby?” I kneel down next to her. “Do my thighs look too big?” She said in a weak voice. “No, baby they don’t. No, babe. No, I’m so sorry baby. Please. I didn’t mean for you to do any of this. Please, you were perfect the way you are and I wouldn’t have you any other way. You need to take care of yourself okay? That means eating!” She nods, tears falling down the side of her face. 

“You gave us a scare, Y/N.” Cameron said. “Don’t do that again! You hear?” Nash said. She just laughs, “I’m hungry.. For.. Meat..” She said quietly again. “Come on. Can you stand up?” She gets up slowly and stands, wobbly a little but finds her balance. “We are going to go to your favorite restaurant to get your favorite burger. You’re too skinny for me..” I playfully said. She pushed me a little as we walked out the door. 


NTE: YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. YOU ARE PERFECT. YOU ARE NOT FAT. YOU ARE NOT TOO SKINNY. YOU ARE GORGEOUS. PLEASE LOVE YOURSELF. PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. I cannot stress this enough. Please. I know, peer pressure, society, social media will tell you things, BUT THEY ARE NOT THE ONES TO TELL YOU THAT YOU ARE ONLY BEAUTIFUL IF (blahblahblah) Do not listen to that bullshit. Don’t starve yourself. Don’t exercise too much. don’t overload on make up because magazines says it will make you look flawless. Don’t get waist trainers. Don’t do any of those things! Buy make up because you want to make yourself look EXTRA beautiful. Go on HEALTHY diets that hold protein and vitamins and all that kind of shit. NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER STARVE YOURSELF!!!!!!!!!! EXERCISE FOR A MAX TIME. Do NOT over exercise! Drink water. Drink little bits of soda. Drink milk. Drink juice. Please just don’t try to kill yourself over the expectation of “beauty.” Why reach that goal when you already did? YA BEAUTIFUL GIRL. BELIEVE ME. Gorgeous face, bangin’ body, AND a beautiful soul.