shirts n shit

“You’re so hardheaded!” { Zach Dempsey Imagine }

Request: hey can you do a Zach imagine where the reader has like a really bad temper and they’re arguing before a party and she gets so mad she throws her mascara wand at him and he thinks it’s really funny? thanks, love!

{ I really hope you like it! And I’m sorry if it did not come out the way you were hoping }

9:13 pm

“Y/N, let’s go!” You heard your boyfriend shout from the opposite side of the bathroom door. “I told Justin we would be there at 9!” he rambled on. You rolled your eyes and laughed silently to yourself. You two were attending an end of the year party over at Jessica’s house tonight.

“Cool it, Dempsey!” You shouted back at him before you finished styling your hair. “You can’t rush art,” you said matter-of-factly, which earned a loud groan from him.

Not even two minutes pass by before Zach decided to let himself into the bathroom. When he swung open the door, you were pushed to the side causing you to spill the bottle of foundation you had in your hand all over your white top. You paused for a moment while staring into the mirror at your shirt.

“Oh shit, Y/n.” He started while covering his mouth, clearly trying to hide his laughter. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

You dropped your beauty blender into the sink before gripping your shirt in your hands. “Are you kidding me right now Zach?” Your tone was cold and harsh. “I just bought this shirt and you fucking ruined it!” You spat while trying to shove him out of the bathroom.

Try as he might, Zach couldn’t hide his amusement anymore. He had a clear smile on his face and he could not stop himself from chuckling down at you. “It was an accident Y/n. Calm down it’s just a shirt.”

You clenched your fists and furrowed your brows out him. Does he not realize the time and effort you put into looking this good? “I don’t want to go the party anymore.” You spat back at him.

“Seriously? Stop overreacting and just change so we can go!” He pleaded while running a hand through his hair.

“You think that I am overreacting? Do you even know how much this shirt cost me? This makeup stain won’t come out Zach!”

“Fuck okay sorry! I’ll buy you a new one, I don’t care! Let’s just go already!”

“Go without me then, because I’m not going with you.” You said while attempting to close the door on him.

“Why do you have to be so hardheaded.” He said while placing one hand firmly against the door so you couldn’t kick him out.

You reached for your the nearest item near you, which just so happened to be your opened mascara wand that was sitting on the sink. “I am NOT hard-headed!” you yelled angrily before throwing the wand in his direction. The black ink nailed him directly in the nose, leaving a trail across the bridge of it.

He turned to the mirror to look at his face. He used his hand to try and wipe it off which just ended up smearing it more. You crossed your arms tightly across your chest while looking at him. “You deserved that.” This is when he began laughing loudly.

“What’s so funny?” you asked him, a stern look still plastered on your face.

“I can’t believe you seriously just threw that at me.” He said amongst his laughter. Hearing him laugh only urged you to start laughing too and before you knew it, you were both standing in the bathroom laughing at the thick black line on his face. After a moment, he leans down and kisses your forehead.

“I’m sorry I spilled makeup on your shirt, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He said while brushing some hair out of your face.

“And I’m sorry I threw my mascara at you.” You giggled while using a makeup wipe to remove the smudge. After cleaning it all off, you planted a kiss on his lips.

“So that party…” He began to say before you cut him off.

“Okay, Dempsey.” You laughed, “Let me just change first.”

I’m imagining the logistics of Pride @ middleborough high n I think, given how popular most of the crew is, they could make a really banging party. like, based on the fandom’s collective agreement that None of them r straight, if the bmc kids all got together and promoted an event, wouldn’t most of the school b on board? like I can just imagine Michael offhandedly mentioning how small middleborough’s Pride usually is, maybe looking a little sad/disappointed, n rich jumps in like !!!!!! I wanna do that!!!! n then it just catches on! jake’ll do it if rich wants to. like I have this whole huge scenario where the school doesn’t really have a gsa or anything, so eventually Michael caves and establishes it himself, but bc every really popular kid in school is Not Straight, word gets out about it n soon everyone @ the school wants in!! they could even make their own float for the parade!! chloe n Christine could design it, maybe make t shirts and pins n shit w Michael, Brooke n jake could get all the extracurricular clubs to come together- maybe get the cheerleaders n the band to work together n make a cheer/chant?? Jenna would document e v e r y t h i n g, she’d set up a special insta just for their Pride it would b lit as shit

theravenlady  asked:

What are some ways to integrate some punk stylings into clothing other than a rad jacket with a ton of patches? It's summer out here and I'm not capable of wearing a heavy denim or leather jacket but I still want to look punk

Band shirts, studed bracelets n shit, cut your hair maybe, do a lot of shit untill you destroy all of your clothes. Maybe wear like a chain but that is more metalhead stuff (but if ya like go for it)

~ mod Petar

Surprise, again//Norman Reedus

Related to my other imagine Surprise but not the same story line.

Info: Norman has to leave his pregnant wife for a walker stalker con. He didn’t want to but you convinced him into it, you wanted fans to have the chance of a lifetime to meet the man they swooned over. During the con tour, you purchase an extra ticket and go surprise Norman.

Warnings: swearing

Originally posted by fuzzytreesandnorman


You joined the hundreds of fans at walker stalker right before Normans’ photo op. You already see the other cast and there was no need to linger around during this operation. You joined the line among fans who had never seen the man before, but you were fortunate enough to sleep in the same bed with him, call him your husband, the father of your child. You were only about 6 months i, no time close to being due but Norman wanted to stay home to take care of you two, but you forced him to leave. 

Some fans recognized you but you told them to keep it down and not share any photos until after. While in line, Norman left through a side door, probably to smoke. You smiled seeing him, he waved to everyone but you kept yourself hidden with your hand. He was about 20 feet away and you just wanted to tell him you were here, right then and right now. But you didn’t, you couldn’t ruin it. You hung by the back of the line, letting fans pass in front of you.

The line creeped forward minute by minute, fan by fan. hi, photo is taken, bye, next, and repeat. 100$ for less than 30 seconds with the man. As you approached the curtain, you filled with excitement, the baby even kicked. Soon you could see in the makeshift room but made sure to not step too close. 

“Next” A man in a yellow shirt said.

You walked in and saw Norman sitting on a chair in front of a camera. He turned to you and smiled. He didn’t recognize it at first, didn’t know it was you, but you could tell when he did. His eyes filled with tears, a huge goofy grin appeared on his face, he stood up. He covered his mouth with his hand and walked to you quicker. He wrapped his arms around you, being gentle due to the baby bump in your shirt.

“Shit, (Y/N)” He mumbled and pulled away,

He kissed you and held your face.

“How are you? How’s the baby, is she okay? Why are you here? Is everything okay?” Norman asked nervously.

“We’re fine, Norm. Just wanted to surprise you, I missed you, we both did” I said holding his face, stroking his stubble with my thumb to calm him.

“Damn, woman. You had me scared shitless. I love you so much” He said and kissed you again.

He crouched down to your belly.

“You had dad scared out of his mind, glad your doing well, princess” He said in a baby voice.

“I gotta go back to my booth now. Wanna come or are you going back home?” He asked.

“I’ll come, I’m in no rush” I said with a smile,

His manager came to the photo op room and led us with security. He had one arm around me and the other waved to fans. They took photos and screamed, I was so happy to be with Norman seeing him making other happy, I was content. This was a trip well spent.

“You seem awfully happy t’is mornin’.” Niall cleared his throat, taking a sip of his tea before raising a brow at Harry. Harry smiled and shrugged as he popped some bread into the toaster, humming to himself. “Suspiciously happy.” 

“Jus’ a good morning, tha’s all.” Harry hummed, strolling over to the fridge and pulling out a couple ingredients to make for breakfast. Eggs, bacon - The essentials. “Birds are chirpin, sun is shining.” 

“Uh-huh. Ya never make breakfast fer yourself.” Niall snorted, slowly raising the mug to his lips before his eyes went wide and a lightbulb went off. “Did someone spend the night?” 

“Maybe..” Harry trailed off, a huge grin forming on Niall’s face as he leaned in a little more. 

“Do I know t’is someone?” Niall lowered his voice, glancing towards the staircase in fear that he would wake any guests up. 

“Yeh know her quite well, in fact.” Harry clicked his tongue, taking a sip of coffee while he wagged his brows. 

“I do? I swear t’ God, if it’s Kendall fuckin-” Before Niall could finish his sentence, he heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs, surprised to see you sleepily making your way towards the two of them wearing nothing but Harry’s shirt. Holy shit. “Y/N! G’mornin t’ ya.” 

“Morning.” You hummed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you walked over to Harry, murmuring a ‘good morning’ before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. As you bent down to check out what was in the fridge, Niall turned to Harry with wide eyes, lips parted in shock. You and Harry? Well, maybe it was expected. You and Harry were very close, but he didn’t think you guys were this close.

“How was your night, Y/N? I thought you said you were going t’ go home after t’e party.” Niall asked, watching as you made your way over to sit down next to him. You shrugged and stretched a little, unaware of the fact that Niall caught sight of the many hickeys covering your hipbones and inner thighs.

“Changed my mind. Harry’s bed is a lot softer than mine.” You smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Milk and sugar, love?” Harry asked, dropping two cubes of white sugar into the tea as you nodded. 

"So, eh.. What is t’is? Friends wit’ benefits? A boyfriend/girlfriend situation?” Niall smirked, watching as you and Harry exchanged glances with rosy cheeks.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” You hummed, hopping off the stool before walking over and whispering something in Harry’s ear, giggling when he gave your bum a small pat before you made your way back to the stairs. It was only when you disappeared that Harry spoke up again. 

“A’right, Ni. You’ve got t’ get outta here. I’m sure you’re a busy man, gotta lot o’ things t’ do.” Harry cleared his throat, thrusting a slice of toast into his hand before shooing him up off the stool. 

“Says you.” 


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