Overview: Y/n has a family dinner where her family always bug her about never bringing a date so she asks Shawn to accompany her.
“Please, please, please, Shawn,” I whine. “I never ask you for anything,”
“I don’t know,” Shawn trails off, his arm brushing mine as he walked me back to my house after we had dinner with some of his friends at the bar in the main street.
“Listen, my family bug me every year about if I’m dating someone and for once I just want to make them happy. Could you please, pretty please, for one night… just pretend to be my date,” I stop him, pulling his arm gently so he turns and faces me. The dark sky creates shadows against his face, the dimly lit street lights illuminating half his face.
“I just don’t want to lie to your family Y/n,” He says, linking my fingers with his.
“I know you don’t but I just want to get them off my case. I don’t know who else I could ask and right now there’s no one else I’d rather fake date then you,” I chuckle, looking up at him shyly.
“Aww Y/n” Shawn coos, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly, lifting me off the ground slightly.
“Shawn- can’t breathe,” I mumble into his chest.
“Sorry,” He chuckles, placing me back down and we continue walking again. “So what would this fake date entail if I did go along with it?”
“Well,” I glance at him from the corner of my eye. “You would just come to family dinner next Sunday, get introduced to my family. Make polite conversation as you do, then we leave and you will never have to see them again!”
“Doesn’t sound too bad,” Shawn comments, slowing down as we reached my house, the moisture from the grass soaking through the gaps in my heels as I walked across the front lawn to the door.
“It’s not, you’ll be fine. You’re my best friend and my parents love you so you’ll be great,” I tell him while searching though my bag for my keys.
“What are you going to tell your mum and dad?”
“Just that our friendship turned into a relationship and all that,”
I jar the key into the lock, twisting it and shoving it open.
“You want to come in?” I ask, holding the door open.
“You making a snack?” He asks while stepping past.
“I saved you some muffins,” Immediately he walks down the hall to the kitchen.
“Thank you!” a muffled call rings out, followed by plastic rustling.
“No problem,” I shout back, chucking my bag on the sofa and shrugging my jacket off.
Shawn walks back in, grinning at me and shoving the rest of the small cake in his mouth, crumbs dusting his sweater.
“Is there a dress code?” he falls back on the couch, legs chucked up onto the arm rest, wiping his shirt clean.
“Something smart, not too dressy though,” I do the same, sitting on the spare space that he left, putting my own legs over his.
“What do you think your parents will think?” He asks quietly, his hands fidgeting.
“What do you mean?” I tilt my head to meet his eyes.
“Just of us, like, together,”he says hesitantly, his eyes never meeting mine.
“Well, they probably saw it coming.” He sends me a confused glance.
“We were best friends all through high school and then we’re still just as close now- I mean you haven’t had a girlfriend in a good 3 years or so and I haven’t even thought of dating so they probably thought that we had something secretly going on,”
He laughs, “A secret relationship, wow,”
“Hey, are you judging our secret partnership?” I glare at him teasingly.
“Not at all,” His arms move behind him to hold himself up to see me better.
“Good, because, if you were I might need to consider having a time out,”
“From our relationship?” Shawn asks, pretending to be horrified.
“How dare you!” He scolds, trying to push me off the edge of the couch. His touch tickles, making me shriek in laughter and my arms flail around trying to get a grip before I fall but unfortunately all I get is a handful of Shawn’s T-shirt
I land with a thud on the ground, Shawn falling on top of me. He groans, lifting himself so that from his waist up he was off me.
“Good one,” I growl, scowling at him.
“You’re fault,” He teases, grinning at me.
“Was not,” I snap back, a smile pulling at my lips.
“Was.Too.” I say each word slowly.
“Would it really be that bad if we dated for real?” Shawn says gently.
Kiedy to mówiła, łzy ściekały po jej różowych od emocji policzkach. Z zapuchniętego nosa wyciekała wilgoć, a ręce miała skrzyżowane w okół rozedrganego ciała. Zaciskała palce na ramionach pozostawiając na nich białe plamy.
W tym momencie, coś zakuło go w piersi. Dotąd nie wiedział, że tak wiele razy ją ranił. Nie rozumiał, że ma doczynienia z czymś niesamowitym. Osobowością, czującą, tak, jak jemu nigdy nie będzie dane czuć.
Piękny wachlarz emocji, które nią w tej chwili targały, zaledwie musnął jego świadomość.
Musicie go zrozumieć,
Musicie mu wybaczyć.
Nie sądził, że tak bardzo ranił,
Nie wiedział, że przez niego ona raniła siebie.
Pamiętał, że poczuł wtedy niewyobrażalny smutek. Coś miało już na zawsze być w nim odmienione.
Wsparł dłonie o czoło, westchnął ciężko. Ona wciąż dygotała obok, uczuł to przez delikatny materiał ich koszulek, przez które ich przedramiona się dotykały.
Właśnie wtedy, kiedy ich t-shirty potarły się między sobą, wydając delikatny, normalnie niedosłyszalny dla człowieka skrzyp, zdał sobie sprawę, że musi odejść.
Zostawić ten skarb za sobą.
Jest jej wart.
Przestraszył się. Bardzo się przestraszył, że zrani się o ten delikatny kwiat.
A wtedy? Co będzie wtedy?
Why hate on Casey? He's a deserving actor. Has talent. And that's what the Oscars should be about.
i’m sorry but i don’t care about talent when an actor makes uninvited and unwelcome sexual advances in the workplace, speaks inappropriately about someone’s advancing age and fertility, refers to women as “cows”, invades people’s personal space by locking them into their hotel room while entertaining another woman, attempts to manipulate someone into staying with him in a hotel room and violently grabs that someone by the arm when they refuse.
i also don’t fucking care about talent, when men think it’s okay to join someone in bed while they sleep, only wearing his underwear and a t-shirt
i do not fucking care about talent or whatever when sexual assaulters win presidencies and oscars
under the cut are #86 tag options (made from song lyrics) for otps, brotps, a muse tag, etc. they are mostly romantic but you can change them anyway you’d like! while i don’t believe there are any triggers there are mentions of alcohol and if i missed something please tell me. please reblog or like if you found this helpful!!
GATHER ROUND EVERYONE (not you Flip Gordon) BECAUSE THERE’S A NEW EP OF BEING THE ELITE WHICH MEANS IT’S TIME YET AGAIN FOR KAITLYN YELLS INCOHERENTLY ABOUT BEING THE ELITE
“Do you have any Revival t-shirts?” “No famous….no famous…”
Can’t wait to give all my money to hot topic for that exclusive Elite t-shirt
I like the idea that Marty just carries the umbrella every where irl
also when Kenny like genuinely smiles I can feel my heart do a somersault. It is truly a work of art.
“Osprey what are you doing in here ya mark?” Nick lmao
When will Flip Gordon ever be able to live his life in peace??? He’s been through so much some one help this poor boy
Nick aggressively thrusting into the camera has literally removed 10 years from my life so that’s grand
Yo um Adam Page is like real real hot??? why don’t we talk about him more???
“Do you know who the Revival is?” “….” “Enough Said” YO THEY ARE FORREAL DRAGGING THESE BOYS LMAO
FOLLOWED BY A GROUP FTR CAN YALL CHILL THE FUCK OUT
I am convinced that there is nothing in this world more beautiful than post-match Bucks. Just a bunch of pretty sweaty
THE GHOST OF ADAM COLE LMAO
FUCKING THE GHOST OF RICK KNOX IM CRYING
“WAS THAT KANE??” MATT LMAO
Oh man this was the first genuinely pure, wholesome episode of BTE in while!! It contained no murder and no inter-BC shenanigans…but uh….couldn’t help but notice that Cody wasn’t there….hmmmm…wonder if that’s significant in some way….
Just wanted to see what Edward and Mary would wear in modern AU. And I think Mary would look so cool with a leather jacket and Edward just a v-neck t-shirty with sandals hahaha
Now back to homework _(：3 」∠ )_
Makarnanın porsiyonuna 20-25 lira para verip 1 kitaba yahut edebiyat dergisine 10 lirayı çok görmemelisin bence. Taksim’e çıkıyorsun misal, gir Aslıhan Pasajına, orada 3 liraya bile kitap bulursun güzel kardeşim. Dışarıda çayın bardağı minimum 3 lira zaten. Üstelik çayın ömrü iki dakika iken kitabın ömrü sen okuduktan sonra senin yaşın kadar. unutmadan, çay soğur kitap soğumaz!
Bahaneleri bir kenara bırakın. Evet, çok pahalıya kitap yok mu? Var. Lakin neye göre pahalı? Bunu neyle kıyasladığınıza bağlı…
sigara yemek kıyafet alkol
Ucuz olan hiçbir şey yokken ve sen her şeye bu kadar çok para harcarken, en son edeceğin laf kitaplar olması lazım. Şimdi o üzerindeki tommy t-shirti ve cebindeki iphone telefonu yavaşça masanın üzerineki starbucks içeceğinin yanina bırak.
Emrah Ateş twitter: hikayeadami instagram: hikayeadami
tracer isn’t british enough until we get proof she ends every text with an ‘x’ and also says, at least once a month, “on your bike”, “don’t get shirty with me”, or “fookin a’” (exactly said like that.) she also needs to swear like 500x more.
okay jokes aside, i just want all the tracer ass-related memes to Stop.
WITAJCIE, moje małe aniołki! Wróciłam dzień wcześniej z moim ukochanym Illegally! Plan jest taki: dziś wchodzi trzynastka, jutro czternastka Illegally, we wtorek In a Crust We Trust, a w środę lub czwartek CoS. Co do GMF to jeszcze nie wiem, ale w ciągu dwóch tygodni chcę je wrzucić (właściwie chciałam je wrzucić już w tym tygodniu, ale nie skończyłam go pisać xD). Wracamy też do cotygodniowego dodawania Illegally. Dziękuję tym, którzy byli cierpliwi i przepraszam tych, których mogłam “ochrzanić” za domaganie się rozdziałów (każdy ma prawo być zły xD). Miłego czytania!
OPIS: Kiedy miałem 16 lat, poznałem mężczyznę o imieniu Harry. Jego uśmiech był taki cudowny, jego oczy zmysłowe. Obserwował mnie kompletnie nieświadomy, iż skradł moje serce swoim głębokim spojrzeniem. Jedynym problemem była różnica wieku. Harry miał dwadzieścia trzy lata, ja niedawno skończyłem szesnaście. Chloë powiedziała, że TO niezupełnie legalne.
AU - One Direction nie istnieje
Ostrzeżenie: Sceny i słownictwo +18 (i tak tyle nie macie, ale ostrzegam). Tematyka homoseksualna; związek z nieletnim; tylko i wyłącznie fikcja.