Anonymous asked you:can you do one where like you an brad get into this big fight and something bad happens idc and you can make the ending however you want and your blog is perf omfg:)A/N: Thanks for digging our blog love! And sorry if this sucks. xx“FUCK!" you shouted as you stubbed your toe on the kitchen table. Today just hasn’t been your day. You woke up late, forgot to hand in an assignment, and you missed the bus back home. You were home alone since Brad was recording. Or was it an interview? Either way he was out. As always. He’s gone so much that you’ve become accustomed to the silence in your shared flat. At first it was so lonely that you’d count down the minutes until he got home. Now you do whatever you need to around the house. You’re almost always asleep when he comes home. Come to think of it, he could be out all night and you wouldn’t know. It probably sounds like you’re not supportive enough or that you don’t care enough to miss him but that’s not true. I mean, you’ve been with the boy going on four years now. He’s obviously worth it. Right? Not quite. Today felt different. You missed him. Dearly. And you were angry that he wasn’t with you more often. You didn’t care how selfish you sounded. You heard keys clanging and the door opening. ”Y/N!! Baby I’mhome.“ He saw you standing there and gave you a peck on your cheek. You stayed there silent. ”Look, I can’t stay too long. Me and the boys are going out for a few drinks. It was a hard day today at the shoot.“ He was changing into a t-shirt and jeans. ”It was a photo shoot.“ You thought. Anger struck. ”Actually babe, I was hoping you could stay in tonight? We haven’t hung out in a while. I miss you.“ Brad looked at you and smiled.”Aw c'mon babe we always see each other! We live together! It’s just a few drinks. I’ll be home before you know it.“ He tried kissing you but you swerved your head away. ”Fucking hell Brad. Can’t you take a hint? I mean I never get to see you. And when I do, you’re either leaving for work, or you’re leaving to go out with the band. I mean don’t I even matter anymore? Or am I just someone that stays here and cleans up all your shit? That’s pretty shitty, Brad.“ Your voice was raised. You were staring at him. You could see his face turn slightly red. ”Y/N you sound so fucking selfish! You know my job gets in the way of everything! You knew exactly what the consequences were when we started dating. This means so much to me. It’s my dream job! What the hell happened to you being supportive? I mean when was the last time you came to a show? I’m not around is it? Well how do you think it feels to not see the one person you want to see in the crowd? You know I honestly didn’t expect this from you. Fuck it. I’m leaving.“ He got his keys and his phone and slammed the door. You were stunned. In the four years you’d been together you’ve never fought like this. This was big. It scared you. You started to cry. You didn’t want him to break up with you because you were all of a sudden being needy. You knew what you said had sounded selfish. You wished he’d come back so you could apologize. Absentmindedly, you took out an old photo album. The first page had 10th December 2013 written on it. It was your first date. Tristan was your mutual friend, and he’d taken a picture of your first reactions to each other. Brad had always said that it was the look of love at first sight. As the pages turned all of these old flames lit up inside you. You realized how much this man really meant to you. You didn’t want some idiotic fight to be the last of this. You wanted forever with this boy. You’d been looking at a picture he’d taken last spring on a little getaway you guys had taken to a little town in Scotland. You look so happy. You’re laughing at something funny he’d just said. The memories of that day had started flooding back when you heard the phone ring. The caller I.D. said King’s College Hospital. Your nostalgia and the little smile you were wearing faded quickly. Worry set in. ”Hello?“ you said. ”Hi yes is this Ms. Y/L/N?“ a lady on the other side replied. ”Yes. Is everything alright?“ Your voice was shaking a bit. ”No. We’ve got terrible news. This number was first on the immediate contact list, so that’s why we called. Bradley Will Simpson has been in a terrible accident. He passed away today at 12:03. If you’d like to come down and pick up his belongings, you’re more than welcomed to. I’m sorry about your loss.“ The phone hit the floor with a big smack. All you could hear for a while was the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Your face became cold with the tears that had streaked down. All you wanted was him. Forever. Where did the forever go?
Let me get this straight, you drew a cute little Jimmy with a flower in his hair and thought I wouldn't scream about how amazing your art is? WRONG. WRONG TIMES 3!!!! (Hi I love your art and omfg jimmys hair is perf for flowers VuV)
Ahaaha, thank you!!
that last line just made me imagine Spongebob dumping an entire bucket of all the nice flowers he could find onto Jimmy for some reason
Anonymous said: “Can you make me a calum imagine? Like a really cute one. Like Yall are play fighting and he like tickles you until you say your sorry and you love him. Omg I love you and your writing is perf😍”
omfg the feels are killing me yes of course! thank you so much beautiful, i love you too!! x
You are waiting backstage at one of your boyfriend’s show, listening to the end of the last song being played. The crowd is amazing out there, cheering and singing along to every word of their songs, and you must admit that they are playing really good tonight. They’ve practised for this for so long, and they were so excited and nervous before they went out on that stage, but they are absulotely smashing it. You smile as they say their last good byes to the audience, thanking them for being there, before they sprint off the stage.
“That was freaking awesome! Best show ever!” Ashton says when they approaches you, laughing with his mates.
“I know man, I’m so pumped!” Michael answers just as excitedly.
“Babe!” Calum yells when he sees you, coming at you with a huge grin on his face and his arms open. His quiff is no longer a quiff, instead it is plastered to his forehead and drenched in sweat. In fact, the entirety of him is covered in a layer of sweat.
“Nu-uh! No hugs for you, not until you’ve taken a shower!” You laugh, putting your hands up in defense when he tries to wrap his arms around you.
“I’m not that sweaty!” He argues, dropping his arms to his sides.
"Yes, you are. Definitely."
"I don’t care.” He says and before you know it, he has wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you into him without letting you escape.
“Calum!” You shriek, trying to wiggle out of his grip as you feel his damp skin meeting yours. He even dares to rub his face into your neck.
The boys walk past you on their way to their dressing you, laughing at your expression.
“All I want to do is hug my girlfriend!"
"You can hug her when you’ve taken a shower and doesn’t smell like old gym clothes!” You laugh, pushing him off of you.
“Did you just say what I think you said?” Calum looks at you, putting a hand on his chest while looking fake offended.
“If you think that I said that you are smelly, then yes.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Oh, you are so going to regret that…” He smirks, before he lunges at you, trying to catch you once again. You manage to slip away a second before it’s too late. You immediately starts running down the hallway, trying to get away from your gross boyfriend. Calum is right behind you, catching up wih every step he takes.
"You have longer legs than me, it’s not fair!” You yell, laughing. You run past a few security guards that give you and Calum weird looks. You make it to their dressing room, barging in through the door where the other guys already are, watching you with wide eyes. “Help!” You yell, with Calum only an arms length behind. You are just about to reach Ashton, to use him as a shield when Calum grabs onto your waist from behind, throwing you over his shoulder.
“No! Let me down!”
“Okay.” He simply says, letting you fall down onto one of the couches, landing on your back. He straddles you and starts attacking your sides, making you scream out because of you being so ticklish. He’s laughing almost as much as you are, enoying your torture more than he should.
“Stop! Stop!” You squirm.
“Say that I’m the best smeling guy you’ve ever met!”
“No way!” You refuse, only making him tickle you harder. “Help me guys!” You yell for help. The others just shake their heads at the two of you, telling you that you’re on your own on this one. They’re so used to the teasing and pulling pranks on each other between you and Calum, that they don’t bother getting involved anymore.
“They’re not going to help you princess.” Calum smirks.
“Okay, okay, I’ll say it!"
“You are the… worst smelling guy I’ve ever met!” You laugh, making Calum gasp. He furiously works his skilled hands over the most ticklish parts of your body. You eventually end up on the floor from all the squirming, landing with a loud thud. "Ow!“
Calum immediately stops and his eyes widen. “Oh shit, are you hurt? I’m so sorry, just let m-” He frantically rambles. You try to hold your laugh in, but fail miserably and breaks out into a fit of laughter. “Why are you laughing Y/N? Did you hit your head?”
"You should’ve seen your face, priceless!”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Yes!” You laugh, clutching your stomach. “You are so gullible Cal.”
“That was not nice.” He pouts and is about to once again punish you with tickles but you put your hands around his wrists, trying to stop him.
“No! I’m sorry babe, don’t tickle me please.” You plead, almost regretting joking with him (almost).
“Tell me one good reason why I shouldn’t?” He challanges, one eyebrow raised. He is currently straddling you on the ground, the boys are long gone. They probably went to grab something to eat.
“Because I love you.” You smile, brining him closer to you to give him a kiss.
“Okay, you win.” He admits, kissing you back. “I love you more though.”
“I love you the most.”
“Not possible babe.” He says between kisses. He is hovering above you, pushing his body into yours, showing with every touch just how much he does love you.
“You know, I think you can come up with some better way you could punish me…” You say innocently, but you immediately see his face change from teasing to filled with lust.
“You. Me. Hotel room. Now."
A/N: thank you for reading, hope you liked this :)
Hello guys! Since everyone is making a Follow Forever I decided I should also make one! >w<
I didn’t add as much people as I did in my last Follow Forever because it wouldn’t fit everyone in one graphic lol. If I follow you but didn’t put you in here I still love you ok? Otherwise I wouldn’t follow your perf blog ;)
I hope you all have happy holidays and get lots of presents on christmas and have great time with your family c: I love you all <3
I really don’t know what else to write here lolol.
[[ Mini note: Have you ever wondered what Liam would do when you’re sick? Just imagine having a boyfriend like Liam Dunbar taking care of you while you were sick :3 requested by anon. ]]
Plot: You’re sick and Liam takes care of you.
You heard a soft knock at your bedroom door, you tossed around and stared at the door for a moment. It was quiet for a moment until someone knocks on the door frantically; you pouted and got up from your warm bed and walked towards the door. You opened the door and stared at the person in front of you; your beloved boyfriend.
“Liam? What are you doing here? Aren’t you suppose to be at school?” You asked hoarsely, before coughing into your arms. Liam gave you a cute smile before walking in and placed his backpack near your desk.
“Well… School is on a lock down and there’s no lacrosse practice today because coach is out sick.” Liam responded, looking around your bedroom. You sighed and closed your bedroom door and sit down on your bed.
“You still didn’t respond to my precious question, Liam. What are you doing here?” You stared at your boyfriend blankly.
“Oh! Right! I’m going to take care of my sick girlfriend!” Liam exclaimed confidently. Liam got up and gently push you down on your bed and tucked you in and kissed your forehead.
“You don’t have to take care of me Li—” Liam covered your mouth with his hand and smiled down at you. He leaned down and kissed your forehead and walked out of your room for a moment. Moments later, Liam came back with cold medicine in his hand and a cup of warm water in his other hand.
“Here! Drink the medicine then I’ll make you some soup.” Liam handed you the cold medicine and glass cup of water. You swallowed the cold medicine and scrunched your face in disgust; Liam chuckled quietly at your adorable facial expression. You began drinking down the warm water quickly to get the taste out of your mouth.
Liam quickly took the cup out of your hand and placed the cup down on your desk. He brushed your hair away from your face and kissed your forehead before walking to the kitchen.
“Liam? Liammmm—” you were cut off by your own cough; you buried your face into your pillow and groaned. You hated being sick but the only thing you liked about being sick was staying home from school. That’s when Liam came back with hot soup; instead of you feeding yourself, Liam fed you as if you were a toddler.
“Liam, I can feed myself.” You mumbled, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Even when you’re sick in bed, you were still adorable to him. Liam continues to feed you soup until you were finished with the whole thing.
“How are you feeling so far, [Y/N]?” Liam murmurs, placing the back of his hand on your forehead to check your temperature. You sighed in content when Liam’s cold hands met with your warm forehead. Instead of responding to Liam’s question, you pulled Liam into you bed and laid your head on his chest and smiled up at him.
“I’m feeling better thanks to you. I’m glad that you came over today, Liam. Thank you for taking care of me while I’m sick.” You blushed slightly, your face feeling hot all of a sudden. Liam grinned when he heart your heart beat quickened slightly; you were nervous around him.
“It no big deal, [Y/N]. After I got your text, I immediately came over as soon as possible.” Liam responded, kissing your forehead. You smiled faintly at Liam and began drawing circles on his plain white T-shirt with your index finger.
“No, get some sleep. You need rest in order to feel better.” Liam whispered, wrapping his arms around you, spooning you. You smiled and held his hand.
“You should too, Liam. You’ve done so much for me and you deserve some sleep also.” You whispered, Liam smiled faintly, pressing his chest against your back.
“Sweet dreams, beautiful.” Liam whispered into your ears. Kissing your neck gently. You giggled and turned to look at him and wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face into his chest.
“Sweet dreams, Liam.” You whispered, Liam smiled down at you and held you in both of his arms as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. He nuzzled his nose against yours, making you laugh slightly.
“Now! Go to sleep you rascal!” Liam teased, poking your belly, making you squeak. You giggled and hugged him around his torso and yawned. Liam began yawning also, his eyes closed. You sighed quietly before falling asleep.
[[ Mini note: I made it right at midnight and posted it before one in the morning xD I wanna sleep and snuggle with Liam! XD I wonder if any of the Teen Wolf cast read fan fictions about themselves xD ]]
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