thank you nash

Guys! Listen up please cause this is SUPER important!

So… most of you guys call me Nashie right? Well… it was okay at first, but then I got really tired of you guys calling me that… I mean… not that I don’t like the nickname ‘Nashie’ it’s just it got to the point where almost everyone was calling me Nashie and I didn’t like that.

I’d much rather you guys call me Nash… please?

Thank you for taking the time to read this and please don’t take it harsh!!!

It’s Going To Take A Lot

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Diesel [Kevin Nash]/OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: This is long. This is very, very long. And an AU. And horribly sappy. Merry Chrismuts, everyone.Tagging @tox-moxley…I would tag more folks but I don’t know who likes Diesel D: maybe I’m just old and pitiful. Enjoy!

[The Thirst Party Saturday entry will be up later tonight, never fear!]


Keep reading

kiseki-no-hq  asked:

(I HOPE THIS IS IN TIME) can i ask for sweet angsy nash trash, yuuya, aomine and haizaki scenario thankyou

ALL THE BAES IN ONE ASK. GOD BLESS YOU ALY. BUT HOW DO I ANGST BAES.

AOMINE: Aomine has always thought that death would be the worst way to separate for lovers. Till death do us part and all that shit. He thought that if either of you passed first, that he wouldn’t understand how to deal with it, or that you wouldn’t know how to cope with it. Death. Death was always the worst, right? But what if your lover was alive? What if she was alive and healthy?

What if she was alive and healthy but she didn’t recognize you? You had sat there on the bed, trembling in fear once more at the sight of him, screaming for him to get out. The accident had taken you away from him, all your memories and your love for him. He had come to the hospital everyday to check on your conditions, but the only man who could comfort you was your doctor. And soon enough you were in love with him. Not Aomine. You were attached to his side, laughing at his jokes. Not Aomine’s. Now, all he could do was sit and stare at the pictures of what had been and consider about what could’ve been. What could no longer be.


HAIZAKI: They always said that your life would flash before your eyes before you died. But what if it was someone else who died? Would their lives appear before your eyes? He had come in a minute too late. Just one minute. What if he had hurried home at your distressed calls? What if he had found the key just two seconds faster? What if he had kissed you one last time before he left that morning?

What if. Two words that would haunt him for the rest of his life. Haizaki had promised to live his life as a life without regrets. He didn’t want to die an old man, wishing that he could’ve done something different, so he’s always lived life his way. But now he stood by your body as policemen scattered around him, taking pictures and notes of his surroundings. But he was numb. Frozen. He couldn’t do anything. What if he had been there for you right from the start? Maybe you could’ve been saved. What if he had just talked to you for a little longer that morning? Maybe something could’ve changed. Regrets were never part of Haizaki’s plan, but at that moment, maybe he regretted ever meeting you in the first place.


MIYAJI YUUYA: “You look beautiful,” he murmured from behind. You whirled around to find Yuuya standing there with a sweet, calm smile on his face. You couldn’t even suppress the grin on your face as you threw your arms around him. “Thank you for coming.” He rolled his eyes, “I couldn’t really miss it with all your nagging.” You pouted and punched him playfully. “Just kidding. Good luck out there, don’t trip.” He pulled you in for a hug. “Be happy, alright.” You breathed in his scent, possibly for the last time and smiled, nodding.

He had found you first but he was too much of a coward. He couldn’t do anything. He felt helpless from the first moment. And that was when his brother swooped in and swept you off your feet. Now, he stood by his brother. “Thank you for this,” Miyaji smiled down nervously at his brother. “Thanks for being here.” “Anything for you, bro.” He nodded. The march began to play, and the crowd rose. You walked down the aisle and he had hoped for so long, he had played this a thousand times in his head. However, in his dreams, you were walking down towards him, to start your life with him. Not his brother.


NASH: He had perhaps expected it from the beginning. A man with a dark past didn’t deserve a bright future. A man who lived within the shadows couldn’t possibly adjust to the light. You had given him a sinister smile, “This is payback for all of the times you’ve fucked with me. Payback for all of the times you’ve fucked with everyone.” He had suspected, but he forced himself to be blind to the hints. The whispers. The hushed murmurs. The secretive phone calls. He knew what was going on but for once, he didn’t want to know.

Growling under his breath, he threw the photo frame onto the wall, right by your head. It nearly nailed you right there. “Are you insane?!” You snarled. “You really are a dick.” “At least I’m not a conceited bitch like you. Get the fuck out.” He snapped. “With pleasure,” you sneered right back before slamming the door closed on his face. He knew that he should hate you. You had played him, dragged him straight into your trap, made him feel something for the first time in years. He had been numb and hurt, but you pulled him out of that hell and showed him that life could be worth living. But now, all you did was prove him right about you and every other human being. We are all selfish, cynical, and impudent. The world was corrupted and so was he.

helloapichayalove  asked:

Hi I have been followung yiur blog and totally love it. Can you write Jabberowcky team being protective of their manager especially Nash. Thank you so much.

Nash: “Makes you to text me when you arrive there.”

It was just a trip to a rival school’s gymnasium — a recon mission you had given yourself to do — but Nash was treating it as if you were traveling halfway across the country. If you didn’t text him back when he expected you to, he would call under the guise that he was angry you weren’t keeping him updated.

Jason: His presence around you was enough for the rival team’s members to cower away, their knees knocking together as they walked in the opposite direction. Jason would make sure everyone knew that you were absolutely off limits when it came to wanting to have a little fun.

“If they were worth it, they wouldn’t get so scared easily.”

Zack: “They wouldn’t be around if they didn’t like you.”

Zack had meant it literally, though you hadn’t the slightest clue about it. Everyone always seemed to act so nice to you despite your position for the team, that you wondered if the way they stared at him nervously had anything to do with their behavior.

Nick: You didn’t understand why Nick would need to follow you to the store every time you went out to get water for the team; it’s not like it was that far of a walk. He didn’t help much either, only trailing along behind you rather than helping you carry the supplies.

“I’m here in case somebody decides to mug you,” he said as his excuse.

Allen: “Are these guys bothering you?”

He didn’t really like that your classmates were chitchatting with you for so long; you were his team’s manager, so they should just fuck off and talk with someone else already. His attitude toward them was enough to scare them off, his glare burning holes through their backs.

6 months / part II

a/n: I rewrote this so many times. I’m still not a 100% sure how I feel about this. But uh yeah, here’s part 2. Enjoy

—————————————–

It’s been a week since Nash had texted me for the first time since the breakup. The rest of the week he would text me. Three or four times in a row, long messages, only for me to reply with one sentence.

I was currently over at Beau’s with him and the rest of the boys. The TCA’s were tonight, and we were going, obviously. I was actually one of the people to present someone with their award.

The boys had their ‘suits’ which were really just painted on their chest. I on the other hand was wearing a red strapless dress. It was tight around top and then flared at my hips. It was a good inch or two above midthigh, showing off my legs, which was one of my best assets. And then with that, I wore black converse. I had on subtle makeup, winged eyeliner, a little blush, and my long hair sat in loose waves.

The whole way there, the boys made fun of my shoe choice, saying how it was odd that I’d be wearing converse when every other girl there would be in heels. Beau defended me though, saying how the one time I wore heels, he had to catch me at least 4 times from falling.

We were walking the carpet. Interviewers stopping us and asking questions. The boys got a lot of questions about Janoskian stuff, and I got some on my modeling. A lot of people asked for me and Beau to pose together, which we did, but they’d all be ruined by the other boys.

There was a lot of commotion behind us, and we all looked. Down the carpet walked Nash, Jack and Jack, Nate, and all the other boys I grew so close to over the past 2 years. I saw Johnson and smiled and waved at him and he looked at me and smiled. He came over and gave me a hug and we talked a bit before we had to keep going.

“hey, I’ll see ya in there.” Johnson smiled before kissing my cheek and walking back to the boys who all smiled and waved at me.

I made eye contact with Nash and he mouthed ‘we need to talk’ and I just rolled my eyes before taking Beaus hand and following him into the venue.

The show had started, and I was backstage getting ready to present. I was presenting teen choice male web star. And the nominees were Cam, Nash and a few others. But I really hoped Cam would win, or any of the others. Any but Nash.

After Fifth Harmony performed, I walked out on the stage with Justin Bieber. Cheers erupting from the crowd.

“what’s up everyone.” Justin said into the mic while I said “hi” and everyone screamed.

“yo, this is so incredible, I can’t believe I’m presenting an award with the most beautiful girl, (y/n)” he said, throwing his arm over my shoulder.

Me and Justin have been friends ever since we did a Calvin Klein photoshoot together, and then he asked me to be in one of his music videos too. So I have no complaints.

I looked out in the crowd to see Beau. He was just standing up with the rest of the boys just clapping nonstop and I couldn’t help but smile.

“well I can’t believe I’m here presenting an award with the one and only Justin Bieber, am I right girls?”

And the place filled with screams. Justin and I couldn’t help but laugh as I pulled his shirt up just a bit to expose his abs causing more screams.

“alright, alright, I think it’s time we announce the nominees.”  Justin said. He announced the first two and then I announced Cameron and Nash.

“alright, and this years teen choice for favorite male web star is…” I read, and opened the enveloped.

“Nash Grier!” Justin said happily, but mine was a little less ecstatic than it should have been. My face fell flat.

Nash came up to the stage and ‘bro hugged’ Justin and then came up to me. I handed him the surfboard and he held it in one arm while he wrapped his other around me.

“we really need to talk.” He whispered in my ear.

I just ignored him and pulled away from the hug that lingered a bit too long on his end.

“congrats” Justin and I both said.

“oh my gosh thank you guys so much.” Nash started. “I never imagined getting an award, let alone having it given to me by Justin, the greatest artist, and (y/n). I mean, just look at her. I’m feeling truly honored.”

“I just wanna give a special thanks to all my fans. Without you I wouldn’t be here today. I can’t believe I won. Really, thank you guys so much. I would also like to thank a few special people, like my parents, for always supporting me. And my friends who helped me and have always been there. Shout out to you guys. And I also wanna thank one more person. She stood by my side for 2 years and put up with all my shit. She was my best friend, and I couldn’t have done anything without her. She always pushed me to do my best and would make me stop whenever we went out to talk to fans.”

The crowd started to scream and say our old ship name.

“but yeah. She was great. So I’d really like to thank (y/n) along with my friends and family and of course my fans.”

Everyone screamed when Nash actually said my name. I just turned and walked off the stage, walking around backstage through all the performers and people who would be presenting awards.

“(Y/n)” you heard Nash’s voice. You ignored it and kept walking.

“(y/n) wait.” Nash said. He had finally caught up to you and grabbed your arm in a hallway backstage.

“what Nash?” you yelled. Tears filled your eyes. This was the first time you have actually seen him in person in like 9 months, considering the last 3 months of your relationship with him he was on tour.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“what could you possibly have to say Nash? I thought you said everything you needed to in our breakup.”

“look. I’m sorry. You’ve gotta believe me.” He said. By now I had tears in my eyes, threatening to come out.

“I was on tour and I loved meeting the fans and the guys all seemed to have so much fun going out and all that stuff, and I just felt like I couldn’t go out and have fun with the guys an-“ he started but I cut him off.

“no Nash. I don’t want your excuses. I’m sick and tired of hearing the same bullshit from you.” Tears started to fall now.

“why are you crying?” he asked, going to pull me into a hug, but I pushed him away.

“do you know how hard it was? For you to give your all to someone. To devote yourself to them completely. Just to have them turn around and just throw it away. I loved you Nash. I fucking wasted 2 years of my life on you. I hadn’t seen you in almost a year. It’s been 9 months since I saw you last, and you come back now all of a sudden. Giving me the ‘I’m sorry’ ‘baby she meant nothing’ ‘it was just an accident’ bullshit in person. I can’t fucking handle it Nash.” I said as I slid down the wall, putting my head in my hands.

“I gave my everything to you Nash, and it’s like it didn’t matter. You know I had such big plans for us. I dreamed of us getting married. On the beach somewhere cause that was always your favorite place to go. And then kids together. We always talked about having kids together when we were older. I was so sure we would be together forever. You promised we would, we discussed names all the time, and then you went and cheated on me Nash.”

“I’m sorry. You’ve gotta believe me.” He said sitting next to me and putting his hand on my knee.

“do you know what it’s like. For someone not to love you anymore? To love someone so much, and for them to feel nothing for you.” I sniffled.

“don’t say that. I loved you. It was an accident (y/n)”

“no. You don’t just ‘accidently’ cheat on someone you love.”

“I didn’t mean for any of this. You have to believe me.”

“After it first happened my life was hell. And then here I am 6 months later, finally happy and so in love. I finally found someone to pick up all those broken little pieces you left behind. Someone finally put me all back together and then you text me out of nowhere telling me you miss me. And then tonight? What the fuck was that bullshit?”

“honestly? What the hell Nash? ‘I’d like to thank her.’ ‘she always supported me’ ‘she was great’ damn right I supported you. Hell yeah I put up with your shit. That’s the kinda things you do when you love someone. You know, after our breakup, I never felt more insecure than I did. I thought I wasn’t good enough. I didn’t give you enough. But looking at it all now it was the other way.”

“You forgot my birthday, our anniversary, everything important. You just ‘oops, I forgot?’ really? You didn’t give a shit.”

“hey don’t  say that shit. You know damn well I gave an effort. You think it was easy? Touring and dating? Especially someone so clingy?”

“are you kidding me? Clingy? Really? I was the clingy one? I HAD NO FUCKING PROBLEM WITH YOU GOING OUT WITH THE GUYS AND FUCKING EMILY AND STASSIE AND ALL THEIR FRIENDS WHO LETS NOT FORGET YOU ALWAYS SEEMED A LITTLE TO FRIENDLY WITH. NO FUCKING PROBLEM WITH IT. BUT THE SECOND I HANG OUT WITH JOHNSON WITHOUT YOU YOU FLIP SHIT AND ACCUSE ME OF CHEATING. ME. Isn’t it funny how it was actually you all along cheating.”

“it happened once.”

“and was it worth it? Was that one time worth throwing everything we had away?” I asked, turning to look at him. His eyes saddened and he looked down.

“no.” he mumbled. “I regret it every day. I miss what we had. And I’d go back and change it all in a minute.”

“well, you can’t. you did what you did and you’ll have to live with that.” I said, getting up.

“wait.” He said, jumping up and grabbing my wrist.

“what Nash?”

“I just can’t watch you leave.”

“well you’re gonna have too. Like I sat back and watched you leave.” I pulled my wrist out of his grasp and turned to walk away.

“I didn’t leave you!” he yelled after me, causing me to stop in my tracks. I turned around and face him, my blood boiling.

“you didn’t leave? Really Nash?”

“I didn’t.”

“you did Nash. You left me all the time for tour, to go out with your boys, fan meet ups, parties, where girls were always all over you. You would leave me, alone at home on the couch to go out with the boys, or what about the time you literally left in the middle of dinner cause G had ‘something important’ to show you, but you ended up going to a party?”

“okay, yeah I did do that, and I realize that it was a shitty thing to do, but you keep pointing out everything I did wrong, but lets not forget about all the good things I did.”

“because none of that matters now Nash!”

“yes it does. Tell me. Has Beau left a trail of rose petals down the hall to the Jacuzzi tub with candles around it with your favorite sweet, chocolate covered strawberries on the side? Does he lay in bed with you when you’re on your period? Rub your stomach, get you ice cream, flaming hot Cheetos, chocolate anything?”

“nice try Nash, but he does, and so much more.” I said, going to walk away.

“wait.” He called out.

“Really? What now Nash?” I said, rolling my eyes.

“do you love him?” He asked. I looked in his eyes and they were full of sadness.

“yes. I do.”

“and he makes you happy?”

“everyday” I smile, just thinking of Beau.

Nash closes his eyes and takes a breath and I see him turn and walk away. I’m left standing there, more than confused. We went from fighting and yelling at each other and then he suddenly calms down and leaves?

Deciding to not let him leave me hanging again, like he did 9 months ago, I followed him, weaving in and out of people backstage. Unfortunately for me, I lost him in the crowd. I let out a huff, annoyed with him and this whole situation, and walked back out to my seat with Beau. We sat and talked while the rest of the show went on. I told him about what happened with Nash, and although he’s rarely ever serious, he was so helpful listening and giving me input.

At the end of the show, everyone cheered, and eventually people started to leave. Walking back out and stopping to talk to some fans and taking some pictures with them. On our way out though, we ran into Jack and Jack, and Beau and the boys stopped to talk to them.

In the middle of the conversation my attention was taken away when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Nash?

“hey.” He said, avoiding eye contact.

“oh now you wanna talk?”

“listen, I came here to apologize. About earlier. I uh, didn’t mean to freak out like that. I just, I’m glad you’re happy. With Beau. Like, I’m glad you’re finally happy, and I really do wish you the best. I’m really sorry about everything.” He said.

“uh, thank you.” I smiled, a little shocked by the whole thing.

He pulled me into a hug and kissed my head. Then pulled away. We looked at each other and he just nodded.

“I’ll uh, hopefully see you around.” He said, turning and leaving with Skate.

Suddenly Beau wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his side, kissing my temple while he talked with the Jacks about doing something together, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how content I was.

I got my closure. I got my answers. And here I am, happy as ever, with the love of my life, and I have my friends. It really couldn’t get any better.

�:!�

list of things to call salty people

lately i’ve noticed that there’s still a lot of anon hate going around, which is a sad thing - so instead of a scenario, have this list i compiled of very offensive names to call butthurt anons

  • prickly cactus
  • can of flat soda 
  • overgrown warts
  • stale bread
  • inaccurate facebook friend suggestion
  • twilight enthusiast
  • angry toilet
  • long ass bank statement
  • piece of gum under the desk that i accidentally touched 
  • twelve year old fangirl 
  • bowl of cereal that’s been left for 7 days
  • irrelevant piece of celery (props to elixion the bae)
  • tangled earphones
  • pair of crocs
  • comic sans ms font 
  • nash gold jr
2

That time on Jimmy Kimmel when Matt & Channing united in a pre-game fist-bump and a post-game high-5! <3

Aaron Carpenter - Never ending love

Two requests in one!

Request:  Aaron Carpenter??? Were you are at Magcon and he asks you out?😊 keep it up💯💕

Request: Aaron carpenter imagine about moving to LA together

MASTERLIST

They all said that teenage loves don’t last long. That we were too young and it’s going to vanish as we grow older. Even my mom always just gave me a smile when I was talking about our future, she didn’t believe it’s going to happen, but we proved them wrong. But let’s start at the beginning.

At the very beginning of the hype over the Magcon boys my bestfriend became a screaming fangirl and made her parents buy her tickets to an event. Since she didn’t have anyone to go with I was honored to accompany her. I spent the night before the event with looking up who these guys were. I had to admit that they were good-looking and at least I could be around hot guys for a day. My bestfriend was all over the place when we arrived to the location and stood in the line. She wouldn’t stop talking about things I didn’t even know what they were, but others around us took this part, so I just had to wait until we got in.

“If I faint, let Nash take care of me,” she told me when we were almost at the door that led to the boys. I chuckled but then nodded knowing she really meant that.

The guard nodded to us that we were the next ones, he checked out our tickets and then the door opened in front of us. I heard my friend smother a scream as we stepped inside. She ran to them and started to jabber about everything, I couldn’t even understand what she was talking about, but the boys seemed to handle it well. I walked closer and planned on just to wait for her to finish, maybe do some photos, but it was her moment, I was just assisting. But then someone stepped to me as I was watching her laugh hysterically on something. I glanced to my left side and found the guy whose name was Aaron I think (my research didn’t seem to be enough at that moment), he was smiling at me.

“Hey, don’t you want to join her?” he asked nodding towards my friend.

“Um, no, I’m just her attendant,” I admitted feeling a bit awkward.

“Oh, so you are not a fan?” he asked raising his eyebrows.

“Not quite, sorry. But I know that you are Aaron, I did some research yesterday,” I said laughing and it seemed to amuse him too.

“Well, that’s nice from you. May I know your name?”

“I’m Y/N,” I replied and we shook hands which was a bit awkward but not that much. Aaron was a great company while my friend enjoyed every minute she had with the other guys. Then she started to take pictures with them, and at the end we took a group picture which included me as well.

“Thank you for coming,” Nash smiled at my friend and I thought she was going to faint right in that moment.

“Hey, um, can I ask you something?” Aaron asked turning to me running his fingers through his hair.

“Sure,” I nodded.

“Can I have you number? I mean, I understand if not, I just…” It was cute how he was stuttering, so I just stopped him and grabbed a card they had on a table that they could sign for the fans. Then I wrote down my number and gave it to him.

“See you later, Aaron,” I smiled at him and taking my friend’s hand I pulled her out of the room since our time was over.

He texted me right that night and our first date happened to be a week later. My friend was all over the place that I was dating one of the Magcon boys, but of course with time she got used to it and she became good friends with the boys.

Aaron and I got together a few weeks later officially. Dating him was so natural and easy, he was the best guy I had ever known even though we both were only fifteen. I won’t lie, I wasn’t planning big things with him, we were almost kids, but then months and years passed by and nothing changed. People were expecting us to split sooner or later, but that never happened. We could make things work with his career and with my studies and our teenager love became a strong relationship.

Four years later we both graduated, and we had a huge change in our life. It was obvious that Aaron wasn’t going to college, but I got into my Southwestern Law School. I was living in Thousand Oaks until then, which meant I wasn’t living that far from Los Angeles, but I had move there to attend college. Then Aaron suggested that we should move together. I mean, we had been together for four years, and it seemed like a good idea. We found the perfect apartment that was close to my school and we couldn’t wait until we could move in. Then the day came, and we officially became life partners.

“That’s the last box,” he announced closing the door with his hips and butting down the box that contained my books to the counter.

“Thank you,” I smiled at him putting the last plate to its place in the cabinet. “I’m done with the kitchen, we can do the clothes now.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

We started to unpack our clothes but then ended up having the most ridiculous fashion show ever. We both had some really lame clothes and started to try them on just so we could laugh on our taste. It was midnight when we finally finished with them, but we still had a lot of boxes that were waiting to get unpacked.

“I’m tired,” I sighed looking at them lying on the floor of our living room.

“Then we’ll just leave them for tomorrow.” That was a great idea, so I happily agreed on it. “Come on, let’s inaugurate our brand new shower,” he murmured grabbing me by my waist.

Needless to say it took some time to actually have a shower, we got distracted very easily by each other, but by two in the morning we finally got to bed.

“I can’t believe we just moved in together,” I whispered as we were lying in the dark, his arms around my waist and his hand under my shirt caressing my stomach gently.

“It feels like that it was only yesterday when I asked for your number,” he chuckled kissing my shoulder. I turned around in his arms and looked at him smiling.

“That was so sweet. I loved how nervous you were.”

“How could I not be nervous? I was fifteen, talking to a gorgeous girl who didn’t scream at me when I spoke to her. It was quite odd,” he laughed thinking back to that day.

“If someone tells you that one day we we’ll move in together, what would you say?” I asked biting my bottom lip.

“That yeah, sure dude. Shut up and get me something to drink.” I laughed at his answer and taking his face in my hands I kissed him. “What would have you said?”

“Probably the same. At the age of fifteen people don’t really expect to find their soulmate yet.”

“But we were lucky,” he replied brushing his knuckles against my cheek.

“Yes. And now we live together,” I smiled at him nuzzling my nose to his.

“And God knows what will happen next,” he said giving me a mysterious smile, but I knew he was talking about marriage.

We already discussed this topic and agreed on not rushing things. We didn’t have to do everything at once, moving in was the next step and maybe marriage will be one step too, but not now. We had plenty of time, but it was good to know that Aaron was thinking like that. After all those years I couldn’t imagine myself with anyone else than him either. And if in a few years we would really get married I would be happy to say that he was the first real love and then I would call him my husband.

But for now, he was my boyfriend I was living together with and I was more than happy with it.

Your Favorite Youtuber

Thank you for the request !!! 

Taylor : Jenna Marbles 

Jack J :  Joey Graceffa 

Nash : Kandee Johnson 

Cameron : Tyler Oakley 

Aaron : Pewdiepie 

Hayes : Zoella 

Jack G : Miranda Sings 

Matt : Joe Sugg 

Carter : Grace Helbig 

Shawn : Bethany Mota 

Here it is I used some of my favs !! thanks again for the request !!

Tension- A Nash Grier Smut

I woke up and looked at the clock, 10:00AM, I guess I missed saying goodbye to my parents before they left on their trip, oh well. I climbed out of bed to go grab some breakfast and tried to think of what to do for the day; I hadn’t had the house to myself in a long time. Then it hit me, ever since Tyler and I broke up I hadn’t been getting any sexual release, I could’ve got some for sure but casual hookups aren’t my thing. Now that my parents are gone I can catch up on some “me time.” Returning upstairs to my bedroom I opened my laptop and loaded some of my favourite videos, while they buffered I reached under my bed and grabbed my box of toys to grab my favourite vibrator. Pressing play on the screen I began to tease myself over my underwear, using my free hand to massage my breasts. As my panties became wetter and wetter I slid them down my legs, just as I touched my vibrator to my clit I heard the doorbell ring, of course. “Be right down!” I yelled. sighing to myself I shut everything down and quickly dressed. I made it down stairs and ran to the door, I peaked out the door and opened it when I saw who it was. Cam, the Jacks, Matt, and Nash. I immediately turned my attention to Cam; I was closest to him anyway, “Hey guys! We didn’t have plans today did we?”

“No but one of our meetings got cancelled, so we thought we would swing by if you don’t have anything to do.” Cam replied.

“No no, come on in” I stepped away from the door and motioned for them to enter. As they stepped in they all greeted me, save for Nash, we exchanged harsh glares. It’s hard to explain Nash and I, we have the same sense of humour and generally the same attitude, but that doesn’t mean we agree on things. It actually just causes us to compete. Academics, athletics, who went to more parties, everything was arbitrary but it caused a huge rivalry between us. I walked to the kitchen to get a drink and sure enough he was in there, grabbing one of his own. “Help yourself” I said as sarcastically as possible.

“Don’t we always?” He asked in a mock innocent tone.

“They can,” I said as I pointed to the living room where the other boys were, “you can’t.” I finished.

His reply was indirect. “Grow up, I don’t want to be here just as much as you don’t want me here”

“Then leave. I count three cars out there, Cam’s, Gilinsky’s, and yours. You’re free to go.” I said as coldly as I could.

“Why would I make your life easy?” He asked with a smirk. 

As I opened my mouth to reply Matt walked into the room and asked excitedly “Hey y/n can we use the pool?” He almost sounded too excited. The guys know not to leave Nash and I alone for long if they want to keep the peace.

“Sure Matt, great idea!” I replied just as excited as him before mouthing a quick thank you. Nash left the room with Matt and I was finally able to grab my own drink. As the boys found respective rooms to change in I went outside to grab my bathing suit hanging on the line and decided to just change in the shed. When I came out I was reminded of the problem I had before the boys showed up. Four of my most attractive friends in my pool; this was going to be a long day. I chose to lay in one of the beach chairs and relax, crossing my legs so I could squeeze my thighs together and relieve some of the tension building between them. Minutes later I heard loud yelling and I propped my head up to see what was going on. Gilinsky was sitting on the ledge with his back to me and I took note of his defined muscles. Johnson was in the pool leaning on the ledge to talk to Gilinsky who must have said something funny because Johnson tipped his head back to laugh, revealing his firm jawline. I bit my lip and found the source of the yelling. The other boys were having a splash fight. Matt had jumped up to make a splash and I got a view of his toned abs, Cam was winding up for a large splash as well and his muscles flexed as his arms hit the water, even Nash didn’t look half bad with his wet hair plastered messily to his head. That’s when I knew I was in trouble, when Nash became appealing. I laid my head back down and shut my eyes, trying to think of anything else but wanted to hop on my friends. The silence didn’t last long because moments later I felt a big pair of arms lift me off my chair and over their shoulder, opening my eyes I noticed it was Jack G. “Hey hey what are you doing? Put me down Jack!” I hit his back playfully.

“Down? Right here?” He asked as he held me over the edge of the pool.

“Don’t you dare drop me!” I mumbled as I hung over his shoulder, giving up my assault. With that he jumped in the pool. “Hey!” I said as he set me down.

“Well technically I didn’t drop you.” He shrugged and laughed. “Now come play volleyball. Three on three.”

“Oh, I dunno I’m not that great.” I laughed with him.

“C'mon y/n it’ll be fun” Matt playfully whined from across the pool.

As I was about to answer Nash piped up, “Leave her alone guys, she just doesn’t want to lose.”

Of course that made me tick, “Lose? Nash, I didn’t say I was going to join your team.” as everybody “oooh’d” I took my spot next to Johnson and Cam. The game was even throughout and everyone started getting really competitive. Everyone realized the game was taking forever so we all happily agreed when Johnson suggested ordering pizza. “As long as it’s not pizza hut, it’s so greasy” Nash and I said at the same time. We shot each other glares, if there was one thing we hated more than each other it was when we said the same things at the same time. Being in agreement didn’t work for us. Everyone sat in my living room and we shot the breeze for a bit, joking and laughing, when Nash made a sarcastic joke to Cam I couldn’t help but laugh with everyone else. I frowned to myself and bit my cheek to stop the laughter. I hate how humourous he is. I noticed him smile over at me, clearly finding it funny that I was trying not to laugh at him. I gave a half hearted glare as he sent me a cocky wink. I hated when he did that since he only does that when he thinks he’s won. I turned away and carried on the conversation

As it got dark outside the boys left for their respective flats. “finally.” I felt bad for thinking it but I still had something to take care of. As I returned to my room I noticed whoever changed in there had left their backpack. Normally I would have checked to see whose it was but I was still wet and that was much more important. I grabbed my vibrator again and turned it on. Stripping down completely I started to pleasure myself again. I felt my abdomen tighten and I knew I was getting closer and closer to relief, but suddenly my bedroom door opened.

It was Nash, “Forgot my bag” he spoke. He made it across the room and to his backpack before he noticed what he walked in on. “Didn’t even stop when I walked in, no shame.” he tried to sound disgusted  but I could feel his eyes surveying my body. 

“Normally. But I’m, s-so close.” I breathed out, having an audience turned me on even more. I watched him shift uncomfortably as a bulge began to form in his pants. I licked my lips and turned my head away, this was not happening right now. 

I heard his footsteps start but he stopped at the door and set his bag down. “You said you were close?” he asked turning back towards me. My breath froze so I just nodded my head. I watched a smirk form on his face, “Bet I could speed it up.”

“Do it.” I demanded. We always did this, challenged each other to things, taking it further until someone backed out. “He won’t actually” I thought to myself but to my surprised he grabbed my hand removing it from my heat. I let him take the vibrator from me and he set it down on my desk. I felt weight at the end of my bed as he knelt between my legs, we made eye contact and I was sure he was going to stop, instead he decided to test me, slowly and softly brushing his thumb over my clit. I felt my body twitch under his touch. 

He let a rough chuckle out as he looked at me, “so sensitive.” he teased. Once again all I could do was nod. He repeated his motion with more pressure and I felt myself let out a small moan. He lowered his face to my heat and the tip of his tongue teased my entrance. I found myself raising my hips in an effort to get more. Suddenly his slipped his tongue into me, all the while his thumb moved over my clit. Soon I was a moaning mess and I got to hit the high I had been wanting the whole day. He kept going sending waves of pleasure through my body. I couldn’t handle it anymore, I hadn’t had anybody inside me for so long. I let out a gasp, “Fuck me Nash.” I said through uneven breath. His face left my heat and he looked up at me, eyes full of lust, “Seriously?” he mouthed. “mhmmm” I moaned. 

He stood up to remove his shorts and boxers, as they fell to the floor his fully erect member sprang up. I scooted to the edge of the bed and took it in my hand, pumping slowly as I swiveled my tongue around the tip. He let out a raspy groan and his hand tangled into my hair. He controlled the speed as I took him fully into my mouth, sliding my tongue along his shaft as I bobbed my head. I felt Nash tug my hair and pull me to a stop. His hands found my shoulders as he pushed me down to the bed. I backed up, giving him room to climb on top of my body. I pulled at his shirt, assisting him in removing it. I shivered as I ran my hands down his now bare arms, taking in the feeling of the muscles that I hadn’t noticed until now. He dove his head down to my neck instantly finding my sweet spot. I dropped my arm down to his hips, running my fingers over his V-line while he massaged my breasts and kissed down my body. As he began to grind against me his member teased my entrance. I squirmed below him silent begging him to enter me, I leaned my head back, whimpering as his tip pressed between my folds. He didn’t enter yet, I felt one of his hands grab my face, bringing me to look at him, “Are you sure?” he asked me, his voice more gruff than usual.

“I’m sure.” I whispered as I ran my tongue over my lips before biting the bottom one. His other hand crept to my cheek as he dropped down to place his lips against mine. The kiss was long and wet; I couldn’t tell if the sparks were real or if I was just lost in the moment. He moved inside of me, causing me to let out a groan of pain. 

He paused for a moment and whispered in my ear “Are you okay?" 

I nodded my head as I glanced over at him, "It’s just been a while” I admitted with a blush.

“You should have said something, I don’t want to hurt you” he mumbled, moving back to my lips to distract me from the pain. He moved slower now, soon he was fully inside, letting me adjust to his size, not moving until I gave him the go ahead. As soon as I ground my hips into him it was game on and he began to thrust back.

“Fuck Nash!” I groaned as he picked up speed, I felt my core heat up again; I shifted positions slightly below him and shook with pleasure. My movement aligned him with my gspot, soon my walls began to pulse against him, heightening the pleasure for the both of us. I got chills as his hands caressed my body; he moved one down to my now very sensitive clit causing me to release again.

His face was a mix of desperation and pleasure; it was clear he was holding back so he could get me off again, I stopped him from applying any more pressure and looked up at him and shook my head. “It’s your turn.” I said seductively, causing him to lick his lips and nod. I stopped him again as he started to thrust again. He sighed in frustration, but he got the hint as I tried to put him on his back. He followed through and we quickly switched places. I hovered over him momentarily, causing him to whimper a “please.” I slid on his length and began to bounce on him. I watched as his fists balled around my sheets while he let out another moan of pleasure. I began to switch from bouncing to grinding my hips into his. I felt as his hands moved to my ass, squeezing down and pushing with the movements of my hips, causing me to grind down harder. He was panting below me, eyes fixated on my tits bouncing in rhythm with my grinding. He began to buck his hips against mine causing them to bounce faster. His eyes watched intently until the pleasure caused his eyes to stay shut.  As I rolled my hips his head tipped back and soon he was letting out a mix of moans, curses, and my name. “Shit. Right like that, Fuck y/n” he gasped. I felt him twitch inside of me and his climax quickly followed. 

I collapsed next to him and the room went silent aside from our panting. I felt his arm reach out for me and he pulled me into him, rubbing my back slowly as my fingers traced along his neck and chest. Our breathing synchronized as we calmed down. Realization of what happened slowly hit us both, as I started to roll away from him he spoke up “I should go before Cam wonders what’s taking so long.”

“Good idea” I said as he removed his arm from me and leaving.

“Goodnight.” I heard him say quietly.

“Drive safe.” I replied as he left the room. And then I was alone, legs sometimes still twitching in ecstasy. I moved to where Nash had been laying moments before since it was my usual side of the bed. I took in his scent and smiled to myself as I fell asleep.

I was worried about what would happen next but the sex had removed a lot of the tension between us. The next few times hanging out with the boys Nash and I actually got along. I noticed he wasn’t that bad of a guy and he treated me better than he ever had. We were actually becoming friends. About three weeks later Cam had made a comment about it in front of everyone, “wait are you two actually getting along? What happened?”

I felt my throat dry up, I really didn’t have a response, thankfully Nash did, “we grew up.” I nodded in agreement as everyone else let out a series of “Thank God” and “Finally”. It was clear that life would be easier on everyone. That night I was the last to leave the flat and he walked me to the door. “Hey y/n?” he asked in a whisper.

“Yeah Nash?” I asked, slightly worried about where this would go.

“Did you feel anything between us? When I kissed you?”

shit” I thought. I looked away from him as I answered “I thought so, but maybe it was just in the moment” I stammered.

I felt his eyes on me, causing me to blush. “Then let’s find out” he suggested. As I looked up at him he stepped closer to me, leaning in slowly in case I wanted to back out. Our lips met, his hands found my waist while my arms wrapped around his neck. I felt goosebumps form on his neck and a shiver ran down my back. We both melted into the kiss. Finally he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine, a smirk played on his face as he began to speak, “I guess we have our answer”

I breathed out a small laugh and nodded. “Does that mean-”

“If you want to” he answered early.

I felt a grin form on my face “I’d like to.”

“This weekend?” He suggested

“Sounds great” I replied, giving him a quick peck on the lips before leaving the building. From that weekend on we were officially together.

Nash Imagine

Your P.O.V.

I am so excited that Nash had the day off and decided to have a date night. It has been three months since he asked me to be his girlfriend, these months have been the best of my life.

He said that it was a casual date so I wouldn’t have to dress up all nice. He knows that I like going to fancy dates but I love going on casual dates.

I was ready to go but I was just adding the final touches to my makeup when I heard a knock on the door.

“Babe, are you ready to go?”

“Yes Nash, just give me a minute please.”

"Babe come on, I can’t wait to show you what I planned for tonight.”

"Fine, you win.” I gave him a peck on his lips but pulled me back in for a proper kiss.

"You look beautiful Y/N.”

We got in the car to head out to the restaurant he wanted to try for a while now. I was never a fan of sushi but the first time I tried it was on a date with Nash.

We arrived at the restaurant and I was in awe because our booth was surrounded by some candles and roses.

"This is so beautiful Nash, when did you plan all this?”

"I wanted tonight to be special due to me not being able to spend time with you. I came in before and asked them to set it up with your favorite flowers and asked them to make it all romantic.”

"You didn’t have to do all this but thank you Nash. I know that you work hard for your fans and I love that you do all that for them.”

"Now it’s time to eat and enjoy this night because it is all about you.”

Throughout our meal we both talked about our days. I loved hearing him talk about all the things that were happening in his career so far. Seeing him interact with his fans is an amazing feeling because you can see how much they mean to him.

"Babe, I have another surprise to end this amazing day. You have to close your eyes until we get there, okay?”

"Nash please just tell me,” I gave him my puppy eyes and had a pout on my face.

"Y/N you look cute like that but it is not going to work. Please when it’s time I’ll let you know when you have to close your eyes.”

"Fine but I don’t really like surprises but you are lucky you are cute.”

The drive was pretty long but then Nash told me it was time so I closed my eyes but I wanted to take a peek but he saw and told me to close my eyes.

"We’re here, but you have to keep your eyes closed. I will help you out of the car but keep your eyes closed.”

“Ok but promise me you won’t let me fall.”

“I promise, I will never let you fall. That would be mean from my part if I let you fall.”

He led me out the car and it was windy which made me regret not bringing a jacket with me. Nash led me for a little walk but I was getting a bit impatient but then he stopped.

“You can open your eyes now.”

For the second time tonight I was speechless. He brought us to the hill where you could see all the lights of the town. It was so beautiful and I have never seen anything like this.

“Nash like I said before, this is breathtaking and thank you so much for doing this.”

“I know how much you find peace in watching that stars and the lights of buildings so I thought this would be a great way for you to have an amazing night.”

I then realized that he had a blanket with many pillows and a few snacks. We sat there and just enjoyed the view in front of us.

“Y/N, have you thought about where you see yourself in a few years?”

“Yes I have, in some years I see myself with an amazing career and a great job. I also think that I would like to be engaged or married with a baby or two. Have you thought of where you see yourself in a few years?”

“I see myself married to an amazing girl with a baby but also with a baby on the way. I have thought about how much I would love seeing her pregnant with my child. Be successful with my acting career but mostly I want that girl to be you. I know we haven’t been dating that long and you probably don’t feel like your in love with me yet but I just want to let you know that I love you.”

“Of course I feel the same way Nash, I just didn’t say anything because I thought you didn’t feel the same way. I would love for you to be my future husband and the father of my children. I’m so glad that I met you.”

We spent the rest of the night talking about random things and events that have happened in the past months. I was so happy to have him as my boyfriend and I knew that he was the one for me.

Taylor Caniff Imagine- Food Poisoning

         It was your’s and your boyfriend, Taylor’s, one year anniversary. Taylor had gone out of his way for you. You woke up to a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. He had even made a reservation at a really fancy restaurant. You guys spent the whole day in bed cuddling, eating junk food, and watching movies. Dinner reservations were in an hour and a half. You take a quick shower, blow dry and style you hair, and begin applying makeup. Taylor walked into the bathroom, and wrapped his arms around your waist. As he rested his chin on your shoulder, he said, “Babe, not too much makeup. You don’t need it to be beautiful.” You giggle and add the finishing touches. “Thanks, Tay.”

         As you guys drive to the restaurant, you jam out to some of Shawn Mendes’s songs. Both of you are good friends with him, and he is an amazing singer. Once you got there, Taylor walked up to the waiter. “Caniff. Reservations for 2,” he said. “Of course, sir. Right this way,” the waiter replied. He guided you two to a nice booth, and you ordered your drinks. The waiter came back with your drinks and a basket of rolls. You and Taylor ordered your food. You got a chicken salad, and Taylor got steak and mashed potatoes with gravy. As you waited for your food, you thanked Taylor. “Tay, thank you so much. This day has been amazing! It’s so nice here!” you say. “Anything for my girl,” he smirked. “I love you, y/n.” he says. “Love you too, Taylor.” you say back. The waiter came back with your food, and you two immediately dug in. The food was amazing!

         You noticed that the gravy on Taylor’s plate looked a little off, but you decide not to mention it because it looked like he was enjoying it. After you guys ate dinner, you ordered a chocolate molten lava cake with vanilla ice cream on the side. “The food here is amazing, but I’m so full!” you laughed. “I agree,” Taylor chuckles. After he had paid the bill, which was very expensive, but he wouldn’t let you pay, you guys went home. After you both got changed, you climbed into bed. Taylor was holding his stomach. “Are you okay?” you ask him. “Yeah, my stomach hurts a little. I ate too much,” he says, pushing it off as nothing. “Ok, tell me if it gets worse,” you say. You went on your phones and did your own things.

         A couple minutes later, Taylor clutches his stomach and groans, “Ugh, I think I’m gonna be sick,” You quickly help him to the bathroom, and he starts throwing up in the toilet. You rubbed his back, and got him a glass of water. He drank some, gagged, and threw it up. You were extremely concerned. You thought Taylor just ate too much, but he couldn’t keep anything down. Then you remembered something. The gravy! Taylor had food poisoning! “Tay, we need to get you to the hospital,” you say. He is too weak to protest, so he lets you help him up and dress him. “Lay down, I’m gonna call Nash,” you say while dialing his number. “Hello? Y/n? Why are you calling so late?” Nash asks. “It’s Taylor. He has food poisoning. I need help getting him to the hospital,” you say. “Ok, I’ll be right there.” he says. You get Taylor a bucket for the ride. You hear a honk, and know it’s Nash.

         He gets out of the car, and helps you get Taylor in. You rub Taylor’s back the whole way, and whisper soothingly to him. As you soon as you get to the hospital, you run up to the desk and begin filling out paperwork. Taylor is taken into a separate room. You and Nash anxiously sit in the waiting room. Your knee bounces and you bite your lip. “Calm down, y/n. The doctors will take care of him,” Nash reassures you. A doctor walks out. “Family of Taylor Caniff?” she asks. You and Nash walk up to her. “That’s us,” you say. “Relation?” she asks. “Girlfriend and best friend,” you tell her, “His parents can’t make it, but they gave us permission to see him.” You hand her the note from the front desk. She reads it, and motions for you to come. You and Nash follow her to the middle of the hallway, and go into room 32B.

         Taylor is laying back, looking at the ceiling. “We hooked him up to an IV and gave him some antibiotics. He has a mild case of food poisoning. He should get better in a couple of days.” the doctor said, “Oh, and I’m Dr. Goodwin. I’ll leave you guys alone.” You take a seat next to his bed, and grab his hand, while Nash stands. He grins weakly, “Hey, babe.” You smile, “How ya feeling?” you question. “I feel like I got hit by a bus, but the antibiotics helped. I feel nauseous.” he says, eyes fluttering. “Go to sleep, Tay. You’ve had a long day.” you say. He gives you a peck on the cheek before closing his eyes, and falling asleep. While Nash goes to find a vending machine, you go on your phone. You post a pic of Taylor sleeping:

You then scroll through your feed to see people are commenting on your post. They say ‘Get well soon’ and 'Feel better’.

         About two hours later, the doctor comes back in. “Taylor can be released. Just make sure he takes his antibiotics every 5 hours, and drinks plenty of water. If there are any problems, call us or bring him back in.” she says. “Ok, thank you,” you say. You walk over to Taylor. “Tay, wake up. We can go now.” you say and his eyes flutter open. Nash helps him up and supports him on his shoulder. After he drives you guys home, he helps you get Taylor settled inside. “Thank you so much, Nash! I don’t know what I’d do without you!” you say, hugging him. He laughs, “No problem. If you need any help, call me.” After he leaves, you curl up in bed with Taylor.

          “It’s good to be home,” he jokes. You laugh and rub his stomach. Your eyes soon flutter shut, and Taylor kisses your forehead. “Thanks, babe. For everything,” he whispers before falling asleep himself.

Nash Grier/Jack Gilinsky Imagine: Breakup

Description- (Y/N) is Nash’s sister and is dating Jack Gilinsky. Her and Jack get into a fight about Madison and it all goes downhill.

*(Y/N)’s P.O.V.*

“No, Jack. I don’t trust you anymore. I know you and Madison are a thing. I know you’re cheating on me. Please, just stop. I’m done with you.” I yell at my boyfriend, Jack.

He’s lately been ignoring me for his ‘friend’ Madison. They’re going on dates and all that and it makes me think they are dating, even though I know they are.

“Oh my fucking god, (Y/N), we’re not dating, okay? We just go out and hang out with friends. Is that such a big deal?” He yells back at me.

“You know what? I am so sick of you! You have become such a douche lately. You need to think about how I feel for once.” I grab my keys and phone and leave his house with a tear-stained face.

I drive to my brother Nash’s apartment and open the door. I see him lying on the couch watching TV. He looks at me and Nash runs over to me, hugging me tightly. He lifts me up and carries me to his room. He lays down with me and rubs my back comfortingly until I have calmed down enough to talk.

“Jack’s cheating on me with Madison.” I finally say, staring to cry again.

“Hey, look at me. I’m here right now. I’m gonna kill him later, but I’m right here and you’re going to calm down.” Nash says, pulling me close to him.

After a while, someone knocks on his door. I look and see Sam standing there.

“Hey, I’m going to the Jack’s place. I’ll be back in a bit.” Sam says, and Nash nods.

Just as Sam starts to leave, I stop him.

“Sam?” He looks at me. “Will you give this to Gilinsky and tell him I don’t want it anymore?” I pull off the promise ring Jack gave me awhile ago. Sam takes it from me and nods, leaving.

*Sam’s P.O.V.*

When I get to the Jack’s, I go in and see them sitting on the couch. I walk up to them and sit next to Gilinsky.

“What’s up, Sam?” He says, smiling.

“Nothing really, I have this for you though.” I give him (Y/N)’s promise ring. He looks at it and the smile wipes off face.

“Why are you giving me this? It’s (Y/N)’s.” He says, looking at me.

“She doesn’t want it anymore.” I reply. I hear Jack mutter something.

He gets off the couch and storms out of the house and leaves in his car, to Nash’s I’m assuming.

*(Y/N)’s P.O.V.*

Nash and I are still lying in his bed, now watching Ridiculousness. All of a sudden I hear Nash’s door open, and look to see a pissed of Jack.

“(Y/N), can we talk?” I hear him say. I look at Nash and he nods and lets me go. I go out in the hall with Jack, closing the door behind me.

“Why don’t you want this anymore?” He asks, lifting the ring.

“I don’t want to be with you anymore. Why don’t you understand that?” I say, almost crying again.

“Why? I’m not dating Madison, why don’t you understand that? You know, I can go out with girl friends sometimes, you clingy bitch.” Jack says, making my heart shatter into a million more pieces.

“I don’t care anymore Jack, okay? If I’m a bitch, why do you want to be with me?”

“Well now that I’m noticing how clingy and bitchy and how much of a slut you really are, I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

I can’t believe he just said that. I go up to him and slap him across the face.

“Don’t ever call me a slut ever again, okay? Now I’m really done with you.” I begin to walk away but he stops me. He turns me around and slaps me across the face so hard I fall to the floor.

“Baby, I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry baby, please.” He says, and I start crying.

“Don’t call me baby.” I grab my cheek with one hand and flip him off with the other.

I run to Nash’s room again and he sits up.

“Did he fucking hit you?” He asks, his hands turn into fists and I nod my head.

I hear him mumble and see him get up, leaving the room. I follow but hide behind the wall, scared of what’s about to happen.

“You douche! Don’t hit my sister, or any women ever! Don’t you know that?” I hear him yell at Jack. I see Nash punch him in the jaw right after.

Jack grabs his jaw but punches Nash in the face shortly after. I automatically see blood coming out of Nash’s nose.

I can’t stop them, so I go to Nash’s room and call Johnson. He picks up after 3 rings.

“Hey (Y/N), you alright?” He says, and I shake my head even though he can’t see me.

“I’m fine, but Nash and Jack are fighting and I can’t stop them.” I say and I hear noise coming from the other end.

“I’ll be there in a couple to stop it. Hold on.” He hangs up and I stay in Nash’s room.

After a ton of yelling and hits coming from the other room, I hear it all stop and go look to find Johnson and Nate grabbing Gilinsky and Cameron and Sam holding Nash back.

I walk in and find Jack with a busted lip and an already bruised eye. I see Nash with a bad bloody nose, a soon-to-be black eye, and a cut on his forehead.

Johnson, Nate, and Sam bring Gilinsky home and Cameron goes to his room. Nash looks at me with pain and sorry filled eyes. I walk up to him and hug him, but not too hard.

“Thank you, Nash. I’m sorry he hit you though.” He looks at me and shakes his head.

“It’s alright, he hits like a pussy anyways.” He says, which makes me laugh.

I drag him to the bathroom and clean up all the blood and bandage the top of his head. We go to his room and lay in his bed.

“You’re the best brother a girl could ever ask for.“

Kate: …Don’t you think Beth deserved a funeral?

Emily: Oh.. (pause) I mean, some singing, some Tom Waits or something, yeah probably.

Kate: Yeah..like..

Emily: ..but weren’t they just like, they had to get out of there. You know. I understand. I feel like Beth would’ve been like “I get it. I understand.”

Kate; But…what happened to Beth’s body?

Emily: I don’t really know. I never…

Kate: Team delusional!!

Emily (shifts eyes and points to a monitor off-screen): Oh look, some people are “I should.. wait.. zombies rule..” Sorry I got so distracted by Periscope.   

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3p4M4uoouQ - this was the streaming link so you can check if this still works. Just click on the start of the video.

1 - Ah Emily, why did they have to get out of there that you didn’t get a funeral?!

2 - Emily completely diverting everyone’s attention to avoid the missing body topic. :))

3 - Thank you Kate Nash for asking (reading) those questions!!