okay more like ten minutes

Okay i’m like ten minutes into eb and i just wanna hug them. I’ve said it before but HOW THE HELL DO THEY MANAGE ALL THIS STUFF?! They’re clearly so stressed, and for GOOD reason, and they keep assuring that they’re not complaining because they love their job but boys: YOU’RE ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN. i can’t frikking imagine handeling everything they have on their plate rn. Idk i know they are grown men and they do all this because they want to and they do love it but i guess i just wanna send them all my love and i wish i could help them in some way lol💞💞💞 I admire them so much.

Stages of Decade:
  • STAGE ONE: CONFUSION -
      “Uh, wow, this guy is… not really a hero, is he? What is this?”
  • STAGE TWO: ACCEPTANCE -
      “Okay, he’s definitely not a hero, but at least he’s amusing, so –”
  • STAGE THREE: RAGE -
      “GDI WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S TWO ENDINGS AND NEITHER MAKES SENSE
  • STAGE FOUR: COOLDOWN -
      “decade what decade there is no such thing
  • STAGE FIVE: MEMES -
      “okay but listen guys THIS TOO IS DECADE’S FAULT”
  • STAGE SIX: STOCKHOLM SYNDROME -
      “ahaha oh that decade, what a character he is~”

Originally posted by yamaming

Bail Out

Simon X Reader
Fandom: Sidemen
Summary(Requested): Simon gets a DUI and expects Y/N to bail him out.
A/N: I have no clue if the bail thing is even accurate. I tried.

Three in the morning was not the best time to call you. Your phone started ringing on your bedside table around then. You grumbled as you reached for it, flinching away from the brightness.
“What?”
“Y/N, can you come get me?”
“Simon, why are you calling me at three in the morning to come get you? I don’t even know where you are.”
“I’m with the police.”
“What. Did. You. Do?”
“I may be a bit drunk.”
“Please don’t let it be public indecency.”
“No, DUI.’
“Where you really stupid enough to drive whilst drunk?”
“I didn’t think I was that drunk!”
“That’s what they all say.”
“Y/N, we’ve been friends for forever, you know I’m bad at telling how drunk I am.’
“Okay, I’ll be there in like ten minutes, don’t do any more stupid stuff.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Watch it, Minter.”
You got to the police station and asked for Simon. They led you back and he was sat in a cell, looking very intently at the walls.
“You’ll have to pay his bail to take him home, miss.”
“How much is bail?”
“His fine will be £5000, so I’ll put his bail at £2500.”
“Simon, I can’t pay that.
“Well, why not?”
“Because I’m sorry we’re not all internationally recognized YouTubers.”
“Will you wait until they release me then?” I looked up at the officer pleadingly. He sighed and took his keys from his belt.
‘You’re going to voluntarily sit in their with him?” You nodded. He unlocked the door and let you go in before re-locking it. You sat down next to Simon and leaned your head on his shoulder. Then you realized you still had your phone. That meant you could call one of the boys, and the boys definitely had enough money for bail.
“Hey, Josh.”
‘You do realize what time it is, yeah?”
“Dude, I got called at three to come take care of this idiot, don’t complain.”
“What idiot?”
“Simon and I are sat in a jail cell right now. Can you come bail him out?”
“Can’t you?”
“It’s £2500. I can’t afford that.”
“Alright, I’ll be there soon.”
“Thank you.”
Josh played the hero once again. He bailed Simon out and took the two of you back to the Sidemen house. Simon was sobering up, but he was still a little out of it. Josh was helping him inside as you mad sure he hadn’t lost anything.
“Josh, Y/N looked really pretty, but don’t tell her I said so.”
“Yeah, you’re still out of it, mate. Come on, up to bed.”
“Oo, are you going to go to bed with me Josh?”
“No, but Y/N might.”
“Y/N’s at home.”
‘No, mate, Y/N is right behind us.”
“Well, I shouldn’t have opened my big mouth then.”
“Nay, i don’t usually get called pretty.”
“Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not, Simon!”
“Are too!”
“Are not!”
“I don’t care what you’re arguing about, just shut up!” Well, Vik was definitely home.
“Josh, I can get him upstairs.”
“Okay, you sure?”
“Yeah, I’ve got him.” You helped Simon the rest of the way of the stairs, helping him with his ‘ever confusing’ shirt off and then his jeans.
“Y/N, I don’t want you to leave.”
“Simon, I should probably go get my car and go home.”
“No, stay. You can get your car when the sun’s up. Wouldn’t want you to get mugged in the street.”
“Why are your thoughts only coherent part of the time?”
“The wonders of alcohol on me that you should be used to.”
“I’ll stay, but you owe me big time.”
“I mean, we could–”
“Don’t even suggest that.”
“I wasn’t serious.”
“Good.”
“Can I kiss you though?”
“What?” He didn’t answer you, instead he kissed you chastely.
“Simon, we can’t do this.”
“Why not?”
“If you still want to kiss me when you’re not drunk we’ll see.”
“I know what i’m doing with my hangover.”