Jeff Atkins Imagine (request2)

ahhhgggg, this was extremely difficult to write but I hope it’s good!

AU where Jeff didn’t die in the crash and Clay stayed with Hannah

WARNING: i’m pretty sure all of my imagines are going to mention weed in them


“He doesn’t remember your relationship with him.” 

Those words were like an atomic bomb to you. In all of your years of life, it never crossed your mind that something this tragic would happen to you. No one expects it, you guessed. No one knew that your boyfriend of six months would get in a car crash and lose all of his memories of your relationship. Sometimes you blamed yourself. Why did you let him go on that beer run? Why didn’t you keep him at the party? Why did you let him leave drunk?

It could have been worse, you concluded. Jeff could have died, but it felt as if he did. And at first you had been in denial. You pushed passed persisting nurses and held is hand as he slept, but when he would wake up he would always just smile and say “Hi Y/N? Did you make cheerleader?”

So you stopped seeing him, because the first thing you told him on the first day of school was that you hoped that you would make cheerleader. That’s where his memory ended. He didn’t remember that the years of friendship had slowly begun to knit into something more, he didn’t know the intricate stitches of your shared secrets and nights on the roof of his car. But you could never forget because you loved him too much. Maybe that love is what sparked the hope in you, the hope that maybe in some way you could make him remember. 

It had been two weeks after the accident, fourteen days of crying yourself to sleep and finding comfort in the bottom of red solo cups and rolled joints of cannabis. A Monday to be precise, when Jeff returned to school. You were dressed your best and had your makeup done after hours of being in front of a mirror, as if you were barely meeting him for the first time. When he walked in people crowded around his figure, giving him pats on the back and passing their condolences for his lost memory.

“No, it’s cool guys! Obviously nothing worth remembering happened during that time.” He replied with a laugh, oblivious with his giant forehead scar.

People turned in your direction, where you stood at the edge of the crowd, trying your best to hold back tears. Part of you was traumatized because you were thinking of what would have happened if you had truly lost Jeff in the accident, but you couldn’t even gain comfort from him because he didn’t remember that just those months ago you had shared your first kiss together.

People dissipated like ants, scattering away while staring at you. You knew some of them were scared to make you cry, because it had happened in the last week while you were at a basketball game. The others simply didn’t care so they stayed. The majority of them were the jocks like Monty, Zach, Justin, and Bryce. 

“That’s got to burn,” Monty made a face while walking over to you. He placed his arm around you while you stared at Jeff laugh with his friends. “You know, Y/N, I’m all free, and since our little Jeffrey over there doesn’t remember a thing about your ‘relationship’ with him, it would be better if you just acted like it never even happened. You can’t get him to fall in love with again.”

You made a noise of irritation and sadness before turning around under 
Monty’s arm and pushing his chest. “Shut the fuck up, Montgomery! Fucking fascist asshole!” 

You took his arm from your shoulders and turned on your heel, storming to the red room, where you knew you would calm down. Pictures were a great hobby of yours, and it mean usually that you had to spend time with Tyler the school ‘creep’ but you didn’t mind very much. 

“Bro, what’s her problem?” Bryce asked as you stormed way, Monty shrugging his shoulders like it didn’t hurt his feelings. 

“She’s probably still pissed off because I didn’t go all the way with her Saturday at your get together. She was stoned as fuck.” The guys all laughed except for Jeff as they started to head in the other direction, talking about that night. 

It was partially true, you had made out with Monty at Bryce’s party two days ago, but you had been desperate, stoned, and drunk and in desperate need of some relief. You were stressed out and depressed, what else were you supposed to do? Find help? Shrinks were a joke in this town, you would be laughed at. He was twisting the whole story, you were the one who would not mess with him, though. 

“You coming, Atkins?” Justin asked when they were a little ways away, his eyebrows raised. All the guys looked to see that Jeff was shaking his head and scratching his head. 

“I feel like I should go after her. I mean we are really close, right?” Jeff asked them, adjusting his backpack.

“Very close,” Justin smirked. 

“What?” Jeff asked, knowing that he was missing something. 

Zach reached over and smacked Justin, a look of pity coming over his handsome face. “It’s not about if you should or not, it’s if you want to go after her, man. It’s only if you want to see if she’s okay.” 

Jeff stood there for a second as Zach watched expectantly, his fingers crossed. The other jocks rolled their eyes and took off. Jeff turned back to Zach and pointed to the way you had ran off to. 

“I want to go after her, I don’t know why.” He said with his eyebrows furrowed. 

Zach grinned and pointed to the hall as well. “You don’t need a reason. Just go.” 

You placed the picture you had just developed on the clothespin line and hung it, a picture of you and Jeff at the beach, the both of you wrapped in each other while making panicked faces and pointing at a crab. It made you smile but you heart ache, and Tyler, who was standing next to you sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry.” He breathed he looked down at his camera and ran his hand behind his neck. 

“Stop apologizing!” You snapped, wiping a tear from under your eye. “I’m so tired of it. I know it’s tragic and I know it’s sad and pitiful, but don’t pity me. It’s all my fault anyways. If I would not have let Jeff leave that party for that stupid beer run he would still remember us. The things we shared with each other, the kisses, the love. He would remember that he loves– loved me and he would be in here right now making out with me and telling me I’m beautiful. But instead this happened. HE DOESN’T REMEMBER, Tyler! He just thinks we’re friends, and he just thinks that even his name means nothing to me. But Jeff Atkins means everything to me.” 

Tyler put his camera down, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You hugged him back, ignoring the small line of yellow light on the floor as you squeezed your eyes shut and cried into Tyler’s shoulder. 

“Monty was right, I can’t make him fall in love with me again.” You sighed when you were calm, simply resting your head on Tyler’s shoulder. He had been patting your back but at your words he shot back and grabbed your shoulders. 

“Y/N, are you kidding me? You and Jeff were relationship goals. I loved taking pictures of y’all and if I know one thing in this world is that you never truly forget a love like that.” 

You looked into Tyler’s eyes to see that he was excited. You slowly began to get a feeling in the pit of your stomach. Maybe you could help him remember…or if that was impossible, maybe you could make him fall in love with you again. 

“How do we do that, Tyler?” You asked, a smile growing on your lips. 

“Easy! First, we make a plan. Do you remember the things that led your relationship to grow into more than friendship?” He asked, running around the room for a pen. 

You sighed and looked back at the picture, your mind spinning into a fine silk of memories. “Every second with detail.” 



The plan wasn’t easy, but one step at a time you seemed to get closer to Jeff, slowly feel a lot better about him falling back in love with you.

Step 1: Pull an all nighter with Jeff at the neighbors pool without getting caught (x) This is where you and Jeff first shared your deepest thoughts and even though you already knew what he had to say you still listened with your utmost interest and attention.

Step 2: Convince Jeff to let you do his makeup (x) this is where Jeff started to notice your beauty, or so he told you, when you were makeup less and your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as you ‘carved out’ his eyebrows. This time Jeff was a little more compliant, pointing out colored eye shadows he wanted you to use and getting closer when you were contouring his nose (not that he needed it). 

Step 3: Have a Star Wars movie marathon (x) this is where you started to show Jeff the nerdy side in you, and you figured out he had one of his own. This is where you two first cuddled, and where you finally realized you didn’t want to spend those long hours with anyone else. This time Jeff was quiet and didn’t ask much questions about what was going on, but you did catch him staring at you a few times. Eventually you both fell asleep on each other during the last scene of the empire strikes back, which was a shorter time span than you had thought you would last. 

Step 4: Go on a mini adventure to all of the museums he loved (because, once again, that hidden nerdy side); this is where Jeff realized that you were really funny, as you kept cracking history jokes and just jokes in general. This time he told you jokes and you had a joke war, eventually getting lunch together and sharing a milkshake (cheesy, but Jeff had suggested it). (x)

Step 5: Party hard, smoke a joint together, and share your first kiss. (o) That’s where you both told each other how you felt, where you had engaged in a drunken make out session with Montgomery and he had gotten extremely jealous and nearly beat his ass for it. When you were sober he had taken you to the porch and watched you sip a cup of water before spilling his feelings out. This was the one step you were going to have the most trouble reenacting. 

Good thing in this town, there was never a weekend that someone was not throwing a party. This time it was Zach Dempsey, because his family was out of town for a family reunion and he had faked sick, so he had his whole giant house to himself. The thing was that you were extremely nervous, and the only person that had been of help lately was Tyler, who had wholeheartedly given his all trying to help you with the plan was not invited to this party. 

You were currently at your house while he sat on the floor sifting through photos of you and Jeff. “Who took these? They’re amazing.” 

“My cousin, Angela. I think you would like her. She’s a fanatic for photography.” You giggled, putting a blouse across your body. You shook your head and threw it into a rising pile. “Ugh, I have absolutely nothing to wear.” 

Tyler stopped looking at the photos and got up, shaking his jacket. “What do you mean? You have a million clothes…” You made a face at him. “Why don’t you just wear what you wore during step five the first time?” 

You turned back to the closet and pushed the remaining clothes aside, spotting the striped t-shirt dress immediately. You reached over and pulled it out, letting the smooth material run through your fingers, memories flashing. There was the click of a flash and you turned slightly, to see that Tyler was looking at his camera. He walked over and showed you the screen. 

“Look how much emotion is running through your eyes… you’re ready for this.” He said, patting your back as you looked down at the picture. 

“I am.” 


You flattened the dress on your body when you got out of your car, your hands slightly damp with sweat.  You had paired the dress with a pair of flats, but this time you curled your hair and put it in two buns.Your makeup was done unlike that night and you were more nervous, that was for sure. 

You finally pushed yourself to walk to Zach’s house; the music was already playing, vibrating your teeth and the smell of sweat and weed was so strong you needed to stop and take a breath. Of course it was a party after all. You made it to the front door after what felt like ages, and you took a deep breath. 

“YN!” Someone yelled behind you, and you groaned. It was Clay Jensen and he was walking to the house as well with Hannah Baker. 

You had been avoiding Clay like the plague, because he was a good friend of yours, but ever since that party where you and Jeff convinced him to stay with Hannah you couldn’t face him. You knew he was all about pity. 

“Can’t talk, Jensen!” You yelled, running into the house and immediately going towards where you knew Jeff and the others were. 

Jeff was always a careful person at parties, never letting himself go and usually occupying himself with things other than the drugs and sex. You knew he was in Zach’s game room, and where Jeff was, his followers were as well. No one liked to admit it, but Jeff was the best and most liked of the whole group of jocks and he wasn’t really like them but he hung out with them anyways because Jeff never judged. 

“HEYY!” You yelled once you entered the game room, seeing that all of the guys and a few girls were crowded around the pool table. Everyone turned. “The life of the party is here.” 

The guys clapped, whooping when you did a turn in the air, bringing out your special bag of weed from your bag. They got louder when they saw it. You laughed and walked over to the table, taking off your purse and setting it aside while you looked them over. 

“Y/N, we were wondering if you were ever going to come.” Justin spoke, his hand not so discreetly laying on Jessica’s ass. 

You rolled your eyes. “Foley I’m a cheerleader, I’m literally nearly obliged to come.” 

You walked over and stood next to Jeff, who was smiling slightly as he looked you over. 

“Now that is not true.” Zach started, placing his arm around your shoulder. “You’re a party animal.” 

“You’re so right” You grinned, shaking the bag of cannabis. Zach gave you a high five and took it from your hands. 

“Who is ready to smoke a good one and get high?” Zach yelled out, raising his hands above his head. You cheered with the others and they all went to the couches at the far right of the room, talking loudly. 

Jeff stayed behind as you went to your purse and grabbed your cell phone. “Y/N?” He asked softly. 

You turned to him and a piece of hair fell into your eyes, while you dug through your purse for a lighter now. He got closer and your breath sped up while your heartbeat increased, but on the outside you stayed casual. He reached a hand forward and removed the hair from your eyesight. “You look beautiful tonight.” 

You could feel your heart swelling in your chest, like it was the first time he said it all over again, a smile creeping onto your face. You stood up straight, getting closer and patting his chest while leaning your head up. “Thank you, Jeff. You don’t look too bad yourself.” 

Jeff rolled his eyes as you pulled your head back. “You gonna have a little fun with us tonight?” You asked him, looking over at his cup and seeing only carbonated soda. 

Jeff sighed and shook his head. “I swore off everything when I got home from the hospital. I can’t let my senses become dull anymore, I can’t risk everything for a little high. My mom and dad were scared to death for me to come tonight. They shouldn’t be. So I’m not doing anything, Y/N. I’ll just watch and make sure you don’t do anything too stupid.” 

He chuckled slightly and then touched his arm, squeezing it reassuringly. “That’s good, Jeff. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you again.” 

You had said it without thinking and your eyes widened. He made a face of question but you quickly turned on your heel and sped to the group, squeezing yourself between Zach and Monty. Zach had already rolled one joint and yanked the lighter out of your hand, taking a big hit as he sparked the end of it. You took it from Zach and tried to one up him, smoke coming out of your nostrils as you did. The girls cheered and booed Zach for being beat by a girl. You handed it to Monty and he took it with a wink your way. You rolled your eyes and leaned your head back. The smoke drifted from between your lips and your nose, the feeling of it sending you to bliss. You looked up to see that Jeff was staring at you distantly, sipping his coke. You looked away quickly and distracted yourself with the others, suddenly forgetting about the plan.

When the joint was shriveling and Justin was rolling a second you had forgotten Jeff was there at all, and your legs was in Monty’s lap as he rubbed your thighs and you two laughed like nothing bad was happening. Like the rising anger that Jeff was trying to hold back. Because the plan had done it. When the others started on the second you grabbed the butt end of the old one and sucked in whatever was left, coughing and then grabbing Monty by the shoulders, bringing your mouth to his and blowing the smoke into his open mouth. He sucked it in them let it out, licking his lips and then catching your lips with his. 

“OK, that’s enough!” You heard someone say loudly, but you kept on, kissing Monty’s mouth with force. 

Then two arms were under your arms and you were being pulled away, both you and Monty protesting. You looked back and saw that it was Jeff, and the plan came to your mind again and you smiled lazily. He shook his head at you and then glared down at Monty. 

“Don’t touch her again. Or I’ll kick your teeth in.” 

The words echoed in your head and you bit your lip. He was being much more aggressive than what you expected. Especially with his words. Monty stood up like he was going to fight Jeff, a hurt look on his face but Zach placed an arm across his shoulders, pushing him back.

Jeff lifted you so you were standing straight and wrapped his hands around you elbow, dragging you through the house and to the front door. You two passed many people who looked like they wanted to ask questions, like Clay and Hannah but Jeff did not slow down in his angry march. 

“Jeff, what’s up?” You asked with a slight squeak to your voice. 

Jeff let you go when you two were on the foot of Zach’s porch, sitting down and then patting the spot next to you. You sat down as your heart beat faster with each second. This was starting to seem familiar, even with the clouds that were surrounding your mind. 

“I mean, listen, I have no control over what you do but I really don’t like seeing you getting stoned.” Jeff said, looking away from you. 

“Just getting stoned?” You asked while your hope started to deflate like a balloon.

“Not you just getting stoned.” He sighed, turning to face you formally. “I don’t like seeing you with Monty.” 

You scooted closer without thinking and placed your hand on his shoulder, tears coming to your eyes involuntarily. “Why, Jeff?” 

He pulled you closer and placed his forehead on yours, breathing you in. “Because I remember that I love you.”

Tears spilled out of your eyes and you pulled him into a long awaited kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck and his around your waist. The plan had worked and you had Jeff back, just like you wanted. 

 This took forevverr and it had such a shitty ending but thank you anon for the request! I hope you like it. (NOT EDITED)

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    my eternal love & friendship

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In honor of the new year, and by request, I’m doing a round of tumblr awards for the first time in a few years

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I’ve seen this all around tumblr for a few months and because I’m me, I’m joining in the trend just as it’s over! 




  • A follow from me, if not already
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  • My eternal love and friendship

hi thank you all so much for participating in my first ever tumblr awards. it was a lot of fun to look at all of yours blogs & i’ve discovered some great new ones. because of the number of entries there’ll be one runner up per category & now onto the winners!

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  • winners:
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    a personal moodboard
    2 edits on request
    my eternal love & friendship
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    2 promos on request
    a personal moodboard
    1 edit on request
    my eternal love & friendship

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You owe me (Jin smut)

Request 1: I’ll like a Jin’s daddykink!AU or just dom Jin. Please?

Request2: Hey!! Idea for a BTS Jin fanfic? You have been hanging out with Jin a lot (being best friends) and because of his career you have been borrowing money off him occasionally but not repaying it. So basically Jin gets shitty and wants to get you back for it? Ending in some ‘repayment’ smut? You can change it a bit if you get a writers block!! Haha

Words: 1150

Warning: Smut, Dom!Jin, Sub!reader, a little angst.

A/N: I thought that I could mix these requests because they will have the same ending LMAO, enjoy.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

You and Jin were longtime friends. Yeah, he were absolutely gorgeous, handsome and everything else, but you thought that if you both had something, it would ruin your friendship, so you avoided any further feelings. He was a really god singer, consequently he had money. A lot of money. But you weren’t interested on his friendship because of that; you met him before he became a rich guy. You were always hanging out together. However, you were facing kind of a “financial difficulty” and then you started to borrow money from him.

Once, you went to the amusement park. He spent a little money on you, because you told him you were broken. Another day, you went to the cinema and borrow some of his money to get popcorn and soda. Even some candy. Then it lost control, you were borrowing money from him uncontrollably, you didn’t even how much you owed him. Jin, on the other hand, did not charge you the money because you were friends, but frankly speaking, he was getting tired by that. Yeah he had a lot of money but anyways that was not right. You were getting used to that and it wasn’t good.

 He had gone to your house to spend some time with his best friend, quickly going to the kitchen to help you with the food.

  “So, when will you pay me?” he asked. You looked at him and blushed. You knew you should pay him back but you didn’t have that money.

“I- I don’t know, Jin. Just wait” you said and turned around to reach something on the counter, bending over. You were wearing a skirt, but not short enough to expose your ass when you did. But it wasn’t necessary. Jin looked at your exposed skin and gulped. He had an idea.

 He walked towards your back and grabbed your waist, making you jump when you felt his crotch against your butt.

 “Jin?! What the fuck?” you screamed, surprised. One of his hands traveled up and wrapped around your throat, slightly cutting off your air.

 “You wanna know the truth, Y/N? I’m tired of waiting you to give me my fucking money back” he groaned on your ear. He turned you around to face him, eyes into eyes.

“Do you have the money?” he asked. You gulped his hands in a tight grip on your waist.

“N-no” you said, actually you were a bit scared by his sudden action. He bit his bottom lip as he scanned your body.

“You know…” he started saying, one of his hands slowly traveling down and grabbing your ass, giving it a good squeezed that made you groan. “You can pay me any other way” he said and leaned in, his lips crashing onto yours.  You softly tried to push him away, your heartbeats getting faster.

“J-jin, we shouldn’t” you managed to say.

“Haven’t you ever thought about me like this?” he asked, licking your earlobe, sending you shiver.

“Y-yes” you moaned.

“So shut up and let it happen” he groaned and lifted you up, you were sat on the counter. He placed himself between your legs, his hands quickly taking off your shirt. He smirked when he saw you weren’t using a bra.

“Hm…Such a horny girl. No bra” he said and sucked your breast while his hand played the other one. You wrapped your fingers on his hair. You knew you shouldn’t be doing that, but you were doing what you always wanted and he would forget about the money. He pulled away and took off his shirt and pants, wearing only his underwear. Fuck, his body.

 He lifted you up and walked towards the living room. He sat on the couch and pulled you off his lap.

“Get to your knees and suck me” he commanded. You quickly did as he said, taking off his boxers. His erection freed, smacking against his stomach. Your mouth latched onto the red tip of his length, tasting his salty pre-cum. Your bobbed your head up and down his dick, earning a few moans from him. He wrapped his fingers on your hair to control your speed, moving you up and down faster. You felt his tip hitting your throat and you gagged, but he didn’t let you pull away.

“No, take it. I’m in charge, you owe me” he said. Tears were born in your eyes; you managed to control your air. Your hands reached his balls, massaging it.

“Fuck baby girl, if I knew you do that so good I would’ve fucked your mouth a long time ago”  he groaned and his dirty talk turned you on. Fuck. You felt yourself getting wetter and managed to take off your panties with your other free hand, keeping only your skirt.

 A few moments later your mouth was filled with his cum.

“Swallow my fucking cum” he commanded. You did, twisting your face with the taste.

“Stand up” he said, and you did stand in front of him on your feet, between his legs, your womanhood leveled with his head. He lowered your skirt till it felt to the ground by itself and he groaned.

“Fuck, I didn’t touch you properly and you are already this wet” he said, pushing in a finger inside you. You moaned.

“Do you want me to fuck you, huh?” he teased.

“Fuck yes”

“Straddle me” he commanded. You did, lowering yourself onto his dick. You let your head fell back as he filled you up. “Move” he said and you started bouncing. He pulled you against him and kissed you, his tongue exploring your mouth. Shit.  

“You owe me, fuck, you should’ve given me my fucking money back” he groaned against your lips. You groaned, hiding your face on his shoulder, biting at his skin.

Your skins slapping against each other and your moans were all you could hear. You called his name so many times. He started to move his own hips against yours, thrusting into you deeper and deeper, hitting your G-spot.

“Fuck, Jin” you groaned.

“That’s it. Scream my name baby girl, let the neighborhood know that Is what you win for owe me” he groaned.

 “I-I’m close” you screamed. He started playing with your nipples, adding pleasure.

“Cum for me” he groaned and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. You came, your violent orgasm hitting you harshly.

“Jin, I-m sorry for-“ you started saying after you both were cleaned and dressed up. He cut you off by pecking your lips. You looked at him in confusion.

“You don’t owe me anything else” he said. “I loved to fuck you” he said, smirking teasingly.

“So…That’s what I win for owing you? I think I gotta do this more often” you said playfully.

 “Well, do that and I’ll win my day. I would fuck you senseless” he said before pecking you once again and leave.

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“braced myself for the goodbye, ‘cause that’s all I’ve ever known” | c.h.

this is another one for @thehalcyonclub‘s taylor swift inspired blurb night and it’s based off of: “braced myself for the goodbye, ‘cause that’s all I’ve ever known” from the song “mine”.
warnings: drunkenness? but not really anything i guess?
word count: 1041 (woooooo)

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2 YEARS AGO - cal’s pov

calum was drunk. completely trashed and totally lost. the only thing he could see was lights (street lights? christmas lights? did it really matter?). sounds filtered in around him, squeals and slow spoken pickup lines. one voice stood out. it was a medium tone with an accent he couldn’t place but he knew that voice. that voice was everywhere; playing this morning while the boys were getting ready for the show, echoing through the empty grocery store, and stuck on repeat in his head as he went to sleep. he knew that voice all too well.

(y/n) was a household name by the time the boys had released their first album. cal had met you for the first time when they won a VMA and you had taken home an armful. when he says met, he truly means that you had briefly shook hands on the way to the afterparty.

he is suddenly jolted back to awareness when your face appears (it’s an angel he thinks). you laugh and help him up and he wonders if he said that out loud. you ask if he’s alright and he just kinda smiles at you.

this is all he can remember besides waking up in your spare bedroom the next day, a note on the bedside table saying you’re sorry but your are out of orange juice so you’ve run to shop and will be back soon. (y/n) comes back to find him practically dismantling the coffee machine and quickly rushed over to show him how to use it.

he stays the morning and as he leaves he thinks to himself “i’m going to make her my queen. i’m going to make her my forever”

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And the time for monsters request is over!
Now our request is: YOUR OLYMPIAN PARENT! 

Like our first request, make an edit related to PJO/HOO with the theme “your olympian parent” and use the tag #demigodrequest.

E o tempo para a request “monstros” acabou!
Agora nosso pedido é: SEU PARENTE OLIMPIANO!

Como na nossa primeira request, faça uma edit relacionada a PJO/HdO com o tema “seu parente olimpiano” e use a tag #demigodrequest.


This imagine is for Clara Ceglarski. I really hope you like it. 😊 x

“Can I have a milkshake, please?” You ask one of the waitresses in the diner you were in. Completely exhausted from being pushed around by your best friend in this party nearby.

“Mike, can you fetch me in the diner right now? I can’t walk home because I think it’s dangerous and some asshole stole my cash in that stupid party. Please? 😬 Love you xx - Clara” You typed on your phone and sent it to your boyfriend.

You bury your face in your hands as you wait, your elbows balancing on the table. It was 11 in the evening and your head was throbbing.

“Here’s your milkshake, miss,” the waitress warmly smiled as she brought you the beverage.

In a matter of minutes, you see michael approaching. You smile as you feel the fuzzy feeling you get everytime you see this boy. His electric eyes seeked the room and lit up upon spotting you. He gave a little wave and grinned.

He gave you a little kiss on the cheek and sat opposite of you. “You really need to learn how to enjoy life than just retreating into diners and calling you superhero to come and fetch you,” he said, snatching the glass of milkshake from you.

“Hey! Okay, first. This is mine,” you said as you grabbed the glass right back. “Second, you know that I don’t like parties. Third, you are not a superhero. Let’s just maybe go home and cuddle and you massage my foot or something.” You grin.

“Wow,” was all he managed to say. You laugh and ruffled his hair a little.

Then he got really quiet. “Oh my god, I didn’t even mess up your hair that much!!” You say, assuming that he was mad about you ruffling his hair.

He furrowed his eyebrows, rested his arms on the table, staring at the surface, “What? No! God, no. I was just thinking…” He looked up and gave you a sly smirk.

You arch an eyebrow, “Don’t give me that look, Mike. That’s very danegerous,” you say.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” He says.

“Yeah, okay. Like where?” You respond, assuming it to be just a drive away but his answer surprises you.

“Aw, I don’t know… Maybe Disneyland?” You laugh thinking he was joking, as he just stared at you like you were a crazy beggar.

“Ah, crap. You’re serious?” You say.

“Yes!! I really really want to go! How nice would it be boarding a plane there with me and getting a hotel, maybe? We go to Disneyland, just you and me. Come on! It will be fuun!” He says, jumping up and down from his seat like a 4-year-old.

“As long as we get home to pack first?” You say.

“What? No. We’re going now. I’ll buy you clothes in there,” he says, standing up to grab your hand.

“No! We have to go pack up! And calm down, Mikey. Don’t you think we have to plan stuff first?” You say, squeezing his hand.

He threw his head back and groaned. “But we don’t need planning! It’s DISNEYLAND!” He said as you walked out the diner.

“Fine, you go ahead right now and I stay,” you say firmly. Crossing your arms, titling your head up.

“How do you get home, then?” He says.

“Maybe I’m just going to risk getting kidnapped,” you snapped.

He stared at you, no. You stared at each other, both arms crossed, waiting for who withdraws first.

“Fine!” He said. Throwing his hands up. Opening his car door and you both climb in.

As you got settled in the car, he says, “Damn it, we could be in the airport by now.”

“See? See?! This is why we should get home first. Nobody lives if they drive that fast! Calm down, babe,” you say.

“You’re so stubborn,” he says. “And I’m sorry but I just hate that I love you so much and I just embrace all you are.”

You smile at him, holding his hand. “Mike.”

“Hm?” He says, looking over at you.

“I’m not stubborn.”