-Jeremy is … like really bad, but incredibly lucky sometimes
-One time he gets a strike and Michael full on hugs him and spins him around in the air yelling stuff like “MY BOYFRIENDS A PROFESSIONAL BOWLER !!!“
-Michael is actually amazing at it and it’s really hilarious because he always wins by a long shot
-Jake is always hardcore trying to beat Michael to get Rich’s attention because Rich is always like “wow Michael you’re such a good bowler”
-Rich doesn’t even begin to comprehend Jake trying to impress him and it’s so aggravating for him
-Chloe is a super good bowler and her and Michael go bowling by themselves sometimes
-Brooke is always fawning over Chloe, but never bowls
-She gets a milkshake and just sits at the table like “good luck babe !!!!” “amazing strike, love you !!!”
-Jenna takes pics of everyone bowling and posts them on her snapchat story and is really cute about it and just !!!
-Christine gets 8 pins every time and it’s the most frustrating thing in the world for her
-She gets fries for the table and insists on one big group selfie at the end where she’s in front smiling and adorable
-One day they let Michael put everyone’s names in the lane computer and wow
-He puts Jeremy’s name as “Cutest Boy” and Jeremy is SO FLUSTERED
-He puts Jake’s name as “Ask Him Out Please” because he is just tiRED
-Jake does and Rich starts like pumping his fist in the air when he thinks nobody is looking
-Jake says “this shot is for you Rich” immediately after and bowls a perfect strike and everyone is SHOCKED
-Everyone is cute and happy bowlers !!!
I was trying to write a post about how I could not believe that six months after meeting Even, Isak is now the type of person who gets up at eight, even when he doesn’t have school, and the type of person who actually likes pictures in which people make fun of him instead of like, freaking out but then I remember how soft Isak’s voice sounded when he was talking to Even in that car on Monday and you know what. I can. I absolutely can.
Draco Malfoy had only ever been scared twice in his life. Once when The Dark Lord returned and once when he told Harry Potter he was in love with him.
He can recall the moment he realised that he was in love with The Boy Who Lived. It was an early Tuesday morning and Draco had awoken to an empty bed, yet he thought nothing of it. This usually happened so he presumed Harry had gone off to work. He was wrong, Draco came down to his kitchen to find Harry whistling along to the tune of the radio whilst fussing about over the stove. Draco can distinctly remember the smirk Harry threw over his shoulder followed by “Your coffee is on the table babe.” And it was as if in that instance everything had been flipped upside down because for the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy was in love.
This in itself didn’t scare him but he knew that the day he told Harry would be the day he feared. That day came around sooner than anticipated. Of course he hadn’t planned to have told Harry, the words had slipped passed Draco’s lips before he even knew they were out. It was the sheer surprise of it all that scared him to his core. However when Harry pulled him into a hug, kissed his temple and replied with “I love you too Draco, more than you could ever imagine,” Draco wondered why he had ever feared it at all.
well you see, there are many reasons why I smile. the good things in life. like cute dogs, having a good time with friends. those are nice, but you see, dear, nothing can compare with how much you make me smile and how happy you make me. the way you make me feel can’t compare with the most beautiful jewel in the world.
happiness. something I hadn’t felt in a long time, but then, I met you. in that moment, my sorrows melted away for a brief second. never had I ever been given the kind of love you’d offered. for once in my life I was content with the way my life was going.
love. we’ve got love given to us from friends. the constant banter, the emotional support. the friends that are there until the very end, right? none of that can compare with how special you make me feel and i’ll never be able to thank you enough for making me feel loved.
distance. distance is a pain in the ass, but you know what, darling? we’ve made it through together. no pain in the ass is going to keep us apart, my love, because..
extremely jealous of Y/N staying over at Stiles’ house which leads to some very
tore your eyes away from the maths books in front of you. Stiles was lying
sprawled across his bed, his books now lying in a mess on the floor. You sighed
and got up from your seat, moving to lift the books from the floor.
You shook him gently. No response. “Stiles!” You shouted which scared him
awake, so much so that he fell off the bed and landed at your feet. “I guess
we’re done studying then?”
Overview: Shawn and Y/n are looking after Shawn’s cousin, its really fluffy
Authors note: I actually love pineapple on pizza
“Thank you so much for looking after Sammy for us Y/n,” Shawn’s Aunt Rebecca tells me, handing over a small backpack containing all Sammy’s necessities.
“It’s no problem at all Bec, it’s a pleasure,” I say, smiling down at Sammy who hides behind her mothers leg. “Shawn is just picking up some lunch, he’ll be back in maybe 5 minutes,”
“Its fine, I trust you completely Y/n.” She smiles warmly. “I’m going now Sammy, say bye to mommy,” Bec bends down, hugging her daughter before nudging her towards me.
“Thanks again!” Bec calls, running towards her car, already late for her work meeting.
“So Sammy, What would you like to do?” I ask the small girl, her curly hair hanging down in her face and I tuck it behind her ear so I can see her better.
“Can we play hairdresser?” The 7 year old asks, tugging my hand.
“Sure Sweetie, do you want to do my hair or should I do yours?”
“Can you braid it like last time?” the last time Bec got me to look after her daughter I had braided her hair.
“Sure. Do we want to put on a movie so you can watch it while I braid?” She nods enthusiastically, running to the cabinet and pulling out her favorite movie, The Lion King.
I put it into the DVD player, pressing play when the menu comes up. I sit on the couch, legs crossed, with Sammy sitting in front of me. I get some hair ties out of her bag and begin the process of french braiding.
“Well what do we have here?” Shawn asks, walking into the room. I was so engrossed in the movie that I didn’t hear the door opening.
“Cousin Shawn!” Sammy exclaims, going to get up and hug him.
“Whoa wait I haven’t finished,” I say laughing slightly. She sits back down, giggling.
“Sorry Y/n,” I finish the second braid, tying the band.
“There you go,” As soon as the words are out of my mouth she’s running into Shawn’s legs, hugging him.
Shawn grabs her, lifting her up onto his hip.
“You’ve groan so much Sam, I think you’re taller then me now!” Shawn teases and the small girl giggles, hiding her face into his neck.
“I’m not that tall,” She whines, a smile present on her face.
“The pizza’s on the table babe,” Shawn tells me, going to sit down on the couch next to me, Sammy placed on his lap.
“Cool, thanks for picking it up Shawn,” I say, kissing his temple to which Sammy scrunches her face up at.
“Have you had lunch yet Sam?” Shawn asks her, and she nods, her attention quickly back on the TV.
“I need to go get some food myself,” Shawn tells her, sliding her off his lap, this she doesn’t even seem to notice, before following me into the kitchen.
“Did you get Hawaiian?” I ask, opening the pizza box to find a large mushroom pizza.
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, Y/n, but pineapple on pizza is just wrong,” Shawn laughs at my expression.
“Its not that bad,” I mumble to which Shawn smirks, lifting me up onto the kitchen bench, standing between my legs.
“You’re cutting me off from my food source,” I grumble, my hand falling just short of the pizza.
“What about your Shawn source?” He winks, hands resting on my hips.
“But the pizza, food, do you want me to starve?” I giggle as he playfully glares, passing me a slice.
“Thanks Honey,” I smile as he rolls his eyes. “This tastes so good,”
“I taste good as well,” Shawn whispers, lips tilted up in the left corner in a smirk.
“Shawn!” I slap his arm, eyes wide, “Child. Just in there.” I point to the lounge room and his loud laugh fills the room. “Crap Sammy,” I shove Shawn out the room and rush into the lounge room to find her on the floor, lying on her stomach, eyes closed.
“What is she doing? There’s a couch right there?” Shawn whispers in my ear, making me jump in fright.
“Do we leave her there or?” I whisper back, imagining how bad it would look if her mum was to walk through the door right this moment.
“Do kids usually fall asleep on the floor?” Shawn asks me.
“Do I look like I know the answer?” I shoot back and he chuckles, his hand finding its way back to my waist.
“What’s your plan?” I ask Shawn, starring confused at the small child in front of us.
“My plan was to follow your plan,” Shawn jokes, squeezing my side.
“Shawn,” I scold him, walking forward and gently picking her off the floor and resting her on the couch.
“Damn,” I hear Shawn mutter.
“What?” I whisper, still concentrating on not waking up Sammy.
“Nothing,” I pull Shawn out of the lounge room and back to the kitchen.
“No, tell me,” I beg, now able to talk in a normal voice again.
“I was just thinking that you know..” He trails off, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.
You’re really drunk. You know you’re really drunk because this is your 5th drink and everything seems really funny. You know you’re drunk because you’re feeling that familiar urge to get up on a table and dance. You know you’re drunk because you’re starting to hiccup. You know you’re drunk. And even drunk you knows what you’re like when you get too drunk. Too drunk means ruining Jean’s wedding and ruining Jean’s wedding means losing a friend and you really don’t want to do that.
So somehow you manage to hobble your way over to Peter and you know he’s still sober because alcohol goes through his system so quickly that he’s barely drunk for more than a few minutes. You wonder what that’s like? To drink and not really get drunk. But you know that’s not your priority right now.
“Hey, Y/N, how you doin’?” He has that adorable grin on his face and it distracts you for a moment and you forget why you came over before realising again that wait. You’re drunk. Too drunk. Shit. He’s too cute.
“I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding. Please.” It doesn’t come out as clearly as you want it to. Mostly because your words are slurred but he seems to understand even if he is way too amused for his own good.
“Alright, c’mon.” He doesn’t speed you away and you’re really grateful because you’d probably have thrown up all over his suit and that would have simply been embarrassing. Instead he puts his arm behind your back and starts to guide you outside to the fresh air and to his car.
The fresh air does little for the way you feel, if anything it manages to make you tired and you find yourself lagging as you move nearer to the car. You don’t realise that you’ve fallen asleep until you wake up in your bed, tucked under the covers, shoes neatly by the bed and a little note on your table.
‘Get better soon, babe ;) x’ it has you laughing despite the oncoming hangover because he’s adorable and you hate him for it but you love him for it as well.
“Thomas what are you doing? Where are you taking me?”
He didn’t answer as he dragged you into the map room, his head whipping back and forth to check if anyone was around to see you. Most of the Gladers were in bed, or over by the fire pit, so it looked like you were in the clear.
@ioannadrit Hello dear I hope you like this <3
Kim Hanbin (BI, iKon), You (Reader/OC)
Warning/s: Kitchen Counter Dirty Sex, Spanking, Choking,
Hair Pulling, Everything OH GOSH THIS IS MY PASS TO HELL TYVM
Length: 2,284 words
You are cooking dinner for you and your boyfriend because he texted you
that he’s hungry. However, when he gets
home, you’ve realized that he’s actually not
hungry for food.
A/N: I personally think that I went a bit
overboard but yeah I am always like that so I hope you enjoy and I apologize
about any errors.
am hungry :(!!!”
You smiled as you read your whiny boyfriend’s
text message. After such a long time,
finally, he’ll be able to stay in again with you for the night.
For the last six months, Hanbin has been very
busy with their group’s debut. You’ve
been together for a little over a year, and you are pretty happy about it. You already know the consequences of dating
an idol and you understand your boyfriend’s situation. Despite his busy schedule, he would always
make sure to make time for you and visits you every now and then. With that, you’re satisfied and would never
ask for more.
After you’ve responded that you’re going to
prepare his favorite, you started grabbing ingredients from the fridge as you
wait for the rice to cook. You would
like to make this night special and Hanbin should be more than satisfied once
he tastes your prepared food.
While you are boiling some water, you began
chopping the pork and the vegetables that you’ll put in to the soup. You grabbed the kimchi from the fridge and
put it on top of the kitchen counter. You
went back to the stove and began putting the ingredients in the boiling water,
making sure that the soup won’t spill. You
began stirring while you drop the potatoes and meat on the pot. You closed the lid and went to the kitchen
counter to clean some of the mess that you have created while chopping and
Because of how focused and busy you are with
your food preparations, you didn’t even notice the front door opening and your
boyfriend coming in, dropping his bag on the floor. He removed his shoes and coat and proceeded
to the kitchen as soon as he smelled the enticing scent of what you are cooking.
Kink(s); Daddy kink, oral sex (receiving), slightly impact play
Another day, another thing to stress about. School had become a prison for you- there was so much to get done yet so little time to do it all. It was mentally and physically exhausting.
Stepping into the door of your dorm, your roommate, Amy, was there- sitting at the small dining table with your boyfriend. “Babe?” You called out to him, confusion coating your voice as you set your bag down on the counter. “What are you doing here? I thought you were gonna come for another week or two?”
As he stood, the tall man made his way over to you; shyly scratching the back of his head before finally throwing his arms around you. Looking down at you, his eyes meeting yours, “I wanted to surprise you, but when I got here Amy said you were still cramming in the library.”
“Are you okay?” you asked nervously as you slipped into the passenger seat next to Taehyung. He was chewing the cuticles on one hand while drumming the fingertips of the other onto his steering wheel. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost”
He turned his head to stare at you and you tried your best not to laugh, “How would you feel if you were to go to dinner with your girlfriend’s best friends who want nothing more than to gut him like a tuna?” He stuttered over the g word, unsure of if it was something he should call your or not. The two of you hadn’t really talked about what was going on between the two of you.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you that” he blushed.
You tried your best not to laugh, but you couldn’t hold it in. Taehyung, the king of leather jackets and muscle cars was scared. Granted, you would be scared too if you had to sit down for dinner with Mina after everything that had happened. You were nervous too, things had barely been patched up between the two of you after the night of the party.
Your hand found its way to the back of his neck, rubbing the knots that formed when he was stressed. Taehyung closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, “It’s okay, Taehyung. Everything will be okay” you assured him.
He opened one of his eyes and gave you a look, “That’s because your name isn’t Kim Taehyung”
You find out that Shiro’s birthday is on a leap day but ‘won’t’ have one this year. You decide to change that and give him the best non-birthday yet. (Modern AU)
You’re jaw dropped staring at Lance and Keith.
“What do you mean he doesn’t have a ‘real’ birthday this year?” disbelief in both your voice and plastered on your features.
“You’re his girlfriend, shouldn’t you know this?” Lance pointed an accusing finger at you. “Yeah but he never said it was a leap year, he always just told me it was the 28th” you confessed, falling back in your chair.
“He’s not really find of his birth date so he always tells everyone the 28th not the 29th.” Keith cleared up for you. Still feeling slight betrayal.
“Is this why he never wants parties or anything?” Lance asked as Keith nodded.
“Oh he’s getting a party this year, and he’s gonna like it” pulling out your phone and finding a few necessary numbers.
“Who’re you calling?” Lance peeked at the screen of your phone. “The others , it might be short notice but I’m throwing Shiro a surprise party” a mischievous smirk on your lips.
“I’m pretty sure he hates surprises. He likes to have everything in control remember?” Keith reminded you, but you didn’t care. It will be some payback for lying about the date. Surprises always made him a flustered mess and you were looking forward to that now.
Luckily you were able to pull everything together in a matter of two to three days. The plan was you’d get him out of your apartment, just taking him out to lunch and keeping him busy. While Lance, Keith, and Pidge decorated the apartment, Allura got the cake, and Coran & Hunk planned out dinner. It was flawless. Everything was set and all that needed to be done was the execution.
The morning of February 28th you woke up like any other morning. Shiro had his arms around you and pulled into his chest protectively. Letting out a sigh as the sun rays began to make you stir.
Your eyes fluttered open, after adjusting to the new light filtering in.
Looking up at whose arms you were wrapped in, smiling when seeing his peaceful expression. Though you noticed his eyebrows furrowing as the light met his face now.
Glancing at the alarm clock on your night stand. 10:34 it read, you had to have him out by noon. Meaning you had to elicit consciousness from him.
Running a hand through his messy morning hair. Gently playing with the ends of the white strands. Seeing a smile pull at the corners of his lips. “Good morning” his voice was deep and thick with sleep.
“Morning birthday boy” nuzzling into his chest. His arms tightened around you. Giggling you placed kiss on his chest, trailing up until you reached his jaw. “Okay I’m up” he met his dark grey eyes to you [e/c] ones.
“Good” smiling you kissed him. Before pulling away and slipping out of the bed. He groaned, “Come back” watching you slip on a pair of sweat pants under the shirt, which was his, you were wearing.
Walking over to stand by his side of the bed, “I’ve got a whole day planned, so get up, get dressed, and maybe we can do this later.” pecking his lips before retreating out of the room, hearing him chuckle behind you.
You took him out to his favorite restaurant for lunch, and everywhere you could think of to distract him. It was around five o’clock when you got a text from Lance. You were at the museum checking out the new constellation exhibit.
Of course it suited Shiro perfectly. So he was a bit torn when you said “Let’s go home”
But he went anyways. The walk back consisted of the both of you talking and joking around. He was curious however because of your constant checking the phone. Though he didn’t question it just carried on the conversation.
Reaching your apartment building, you both boarded the elevator a huge grin plastered on your face.
“What’s got you so smiley?” he rose a suspicious eyebrow at you.
“Nothin” You stated, rather unconvincingly. “Oh because that was convincing” he teased, intertwining his fingers with yours.
“You ask too many questions, come on” Tugging at his hand as the elevator opened.
Sliding your key in the lock and shoving the door open. The lights were still off and you walked in cautiously, to make sure not to trip over any balloons or anything.
As soon as he stepped through the door the lights flicked on and everyone in the room jumped out yelling “SURPRISE”
He about jumped out of his skin, letting out a yelp, becoming flustered and embarrassed. Just the revenge you wanted.
“Oh god guys” He laughed looking around at his friends. “Who?”
They all diverted turned attention to you. Smiling sheepishly up at him, “So that’s why you had so much planned” pulling you against him.
“What can I say? I’m good at day planning. And I’m good at getting my revenge, thanks for the little yelp back there” A mischievous glint in your eyes.
“Revenge? For what?” He chuckled, punching his shoulder “Not telling me your real birthday you goof”
“But it doesn’t matter now, lets have some eat dinner, have some cake, open gifts. It’s your kinda birthday after all.” Pulling him into the living room with the rest of your friends.
After eating and very horribly singing happy birthday, that last thing to do was gifts. Some gifts were thoughtful, others were gag gifts. But nothing was funnier than Lance’s. Giving Shiro an envelope and small box. “The box is for you guys to share” simply stating, neither of you expecting it to be a box of condoms with a note with a winky face on it.
You died laughing as Shiro just turned bright red and thanked Lance with a stutter. Meanwhile you were still laughing, it proving contagious and the whole room joined you.
Shiro had to admit it was a pretty nice non-birthday. But it wasn’t over yet. Deciding to get one last blush out of him when it was just the two of you.
Sneaking away from where he was doing dishes in the kitchen. Grabbing Lance’s gift from the living room coffee table.
“Hey babe” calling as you walked back into the kitchen. Coming to his right side and running a hand down his metal prosthetic. “What do you say we cash in Lance’s gift tonight?” twiddling the box between your fingers
It was too damn easy to get him flustered, “Would you quit that” he laughed before going to snag the box from your hand. Quickly pulling it back you teased, “If you want ‘em you gotta catch me” before running out of the room.
He chased after you yelling your name. Trapping you in the living room. He wrapped his arms around your waist and began to pull you with him. Though you were expecting to be pulled back to the kitchen. However he made an unexpected turn toward the bedroom.
When he saw your expression change, he smirked “You still have to give me a present”
The next morning Shiro woke up, only to find you missing from his arms.
Sitting up he looked around the room to see the floor cleaned of the scattered clothes from the previous night’s activities. Slipping out of the bed he found you cooking breakfast in the kitchen.
Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, “What’s this?”
“A birthday breakfast” you chuckled, causing a confused expression to grace his features. “But my birthday is over”
“Technically you don’t have a birthday this year. Sooo, since we’re not sure if the day before or after the 29th would count as a birthday, I decided to make both special” turning in his arms.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, he smiled at you lovingly “You know I love you, right?”
“I do know that birthday boy part 2. And I love you too” pecking his lips.
“Best birthdays ever” he mumbled against your lips. Before connecting them for another time.