"Yo, what are you doing?" Nate asked me through the phone
I glanced over at the clock, noticing it was ten in the evening on a Friday night and I was warming up some left over pizza. "Nothing really."
"The boys and I are going to the city for some drinks. You should come!" I heard muffling in the background, assuming it were his friends.
"Uh, okay. One drink." I shrugged as I stuffed the pizza in my mouth.
"You and I both know it's going to be two drinks.... then three... then–"
"Okay I get it, I'll get an uber!" He laughed and I rolled my eyes.
Nate and I used to go clubbing together. But I decided to get my shit together and focus on school and work. Aka, turning into a grown up little shit. "Cool. You should bring Sienna, Nomi and Kala."
We always went out with a specific group, it weer Sienna, Nomi, Kala and me for the girls; Skate, Sammy, Tez and Swazz for the boys.
I smirked in myself, thinking about all the damn trouble we would probably have to deal with the next morning. "Text me the address and we'll be there."
~ THREE HOURS LATER
“This is the best idea ever.” I giggled as the tattoo artist patted my arm to prepare it for the ink.
I took a sip of my vodka Red Bull and stared at Skate, who was staring back at me. “I’m so excited, man.” He smiled.
The tattoo artist chuckled and shook his head, “Ready, babe?” He asked me.
I bit my lip and nodded as he engraved the two letters who belonged to the man who currently held my left hand.
Nathan Maloley.
We weren’t in love. We didn’t even have feelings for each other. We have never even kissed. We were just friends.
But as friends, we thought it was the best idea ever to get each other’s initials tattooed on our fingers.
And to put the cherry on top: we tattooed it on our ring fingers.
“Oh my God...” I gasped. “It’s so fucking dope!” I yelled as I stared at the two subtle letters on the side my ring finger.
After Skate got his tattooed, I took a picture of the tattoos next to each other and I hugged Nate like we just got fucking married. “Oh my God, my first tattoo.” I told him.
“I usually get tattoos, but this should be my most special one so far.”
“What do you mean so far?” I playfully slapped his arm.
We walked on the middle of the streets all by ourselves since our friends stormed off a couple of hours ago.
Nate threw his arm over my shoulders and I automatically leaned into his touch. “Best night ever.” I whispered.
~ THE NEXT MORNING
“Worst night ever.” I groaned as I rolled to my side, only to see Nate Maloley smirking back at me. “Thank God we didn’t hook up, though.”
“I do have a boner.”
“Why?”
“You’re wearing nothing but my shirt and a thong.”
I rolled my eyes and stretched. “I’m glad we kept it within our limits last night.” I smiled in satisfaction, until his next words ruined it all.
“Your letters are on my finger.” I looked back at him and furrowed my brows in confusion.
I grabbed his finger and analyzed the letters who were painted into his skin. “This could mean anything.”
“You know damn well these are your letters.”
“No, because then I would have– oh my fucking God.” I stared at the NM on my ring finger and swore in myself. “Jesus, I knew it was too good to be true!”
“What is?”
“Waking up without a headache, which meant I didn’t drink too much! But I think I drank so much I just outgamed my hangover.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“The fact that your name is on my ring finger doesn’t make any sense! Fuck, everyone’s gonna think I’m married or some shit!”
Skate laughed, which made me turn livid. “You think this is funny, Maloley?”
“I honestly don’t mind.”
“Why?”
“My life’s all about making memories. Last night was a great memory, and now I have a souvenir to go with it.” He held up his finger and smirked. “I think it’s kind of cute, though.”
“Fuck off.” I groaned.
He laughed. “For real, man.” He grabbed my ring finger and caressed it. “This has something to it, Y/N.”
“Yeah, your name!”
“No, I meant... I like how my name is on your ring finger. Like I’m yours. And you’re mine.”
I rolled my eyes, “But that’s not reality.”
“Is it crazy of me to say that I want to make that reality?”
so he snatched her phne y/n got even more annyed he hcked her Snapchat & was sayin "y/n is mad at me rn bc i fail to give her attention earlier" & y/n was lke "i fuckin hate u" which was also seen in the vid+ more cute vids jst 2 annoy her more (2/2)
Hi! I'm thinking of an imagine where y/n wants jack g's attention. They were wtching a movie n he keeps on texting. Y/n asked who was it & went to the kitchen kind of annoyed. Then jack g followed her n saw her on her phone too (1/2)
Request: y/n wants g’s attention. They were wtching a movie n he keeps on texting. Y/n went to the kitchen kind of annoyed. Then jack g followed her n saw her on her phone too so he hacked her Snapchat
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The sound of The Nice Guys roamed through my living room and I threw my legs on my boyfriend’s lap. “Rude,” he playfully glared at me.
I smirked back at him. My eyes led from his eyes to his phone. I said, “You’re being rude.”
“Why?” Gilinsky asked me.
He was non-stop on his phone for the last thirty minutes now, and I kept staring at his phone, hoping he’d get the message to put that stupid thing away.
“Because your iPhone is getting more attention than me.” I rolled my eyes and he chuckled. “Put that stupid thing away, please.” I sighed. “Who’re you talking to anyways?”
He ignored my question and he chuckled as he typed something into his phone. “Dude…” I murmured.
This went on for another ten minutes. I kept asking him who he was talking to and he’d answer something vague, annoying me every single minute.
I clenched my jaw and went to the kitchen to get food. “Where you going?” He asked.
Now you’re paying attention to me? You little shit.
I opened the fridge and poured myself a new glass of soda. Automatically I took my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through Instagram.
“You’re such a little bitch!” A deep voice laughed behind me. “You complain about my phone when you’re doing the exact same!”
I turned around within a blink my phone was snatched away from me. “Jack,” I sighed, not feeling like playing around. “don’t be such a kid.”
My flashlight nearly blinded me and I narrowed my eyes at Jack. “Don’t be such an adult, Y/N.” He yelled. “Have a little fun!” He bounced my phone on my forehead.
“Ow, you bitch!” I yelled back. He laughed and calmly did shit on my phone.
“What the fuck-” the flashlight returned and I sighed.
Once again, I turned around and looked through my cabins, searching for food. “Y/N’s mad because I didn’t give her attention, am I right, babe?”
“Fuck off.” I simply answered.
The Snapchat stopped again, but after ten seconds he was filming me again. “Oh my God, stop filming me!” I groaned as I popped an M&M into my mouth.
“Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe. Ba-”
“What the fuck do you want?” I yelled, not completely angry, rather annoyed with his childish behavior.
“Hi.”
I rolled my eyes. “Can you stop filming-” a bright light was facing me again. “I fucking hate you!” I slapped his hand away and for a moment I forgot it’s my phone. “Shit!”
It landed on the ground and I quickly picked it up. The video he was filming replayed itself over and over again.
Jack pressed the button that posted the Snapchat to my story and I sighed.
He took away my phone and I said, “Give my phone back.”
“I put mine away. And so will you now,” he answered while trapping me to the kitchen island. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you attention.”
I chuckled. “I don’t want attention-” He raised his eyebrows at me. “Okay, I do.”
He lightly kissed me, smiling as our lips met each other. “I’m going to go back to the movie. Because it seems a lot more interesting than you, right now.” I playfully narrowed my eyes at him.
As I walked away he wormed his arms around my waist and pulled me back to him. “Stop!” I yelled as laughs escaped my mouth.
He turned me around and cupped my face to kiss me. “You’re a little shit.” I said as I smiled at my beautiful boyfriend.
Request: No request. This is just a random cute thing I was thinking about.
JACK = BOLD. Y/N = ITALIC
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“Hello?”
“Uh… this is not my mother.”
“Unless your mom is actually a man, or a woman with a very deep voice, then maybe. But in this case: sorry to disappoint you.”
“Funny… but eh, sorry.”
“It’s not problem.”
“Okay.”
“…”
“I’m going to hang up now… again, I’m very sorry for disturbing you.”
“No!”
“…”
“Uh, I mean why did you dial the wrong number?”
“Because I thought this was my mom?”
“Yeah, but I’m assuming you already have your mom’s number saved, right? Then how did you dial wrong?”
“…”
“…”
“My phone died and this is… a payphone.”
“A payphone? That shit still exists?”
“Yeah, yeah… I just need a ride home, that’s why I called my mom.”
“I’ll call you an uber.”
“No, I spent all my money to… dumb ass things. Not such a good idea after all.”
“Jesus, most likely hungover, no phone charger and money… We live in the 21st century here. And didn’t your parents tell you that you always need money with you?”
“In the time you’re lecturing me about money, phone’s and hangovers, I could’ve called my mom already, you know.”
“Okay, okay. Where are you? I’ll call you an uber.”
“I just said that I don’t have money left! I just had some loose change for this stupid thing, which is almost running out, by the way!”
“I’m paying the uber for you, calm down!”
“What? No!”
“Why not?”
“Because…”
“…”
“Ugh, I don’t even know you!”
“So? Kind people do kind things.”
“So you’re a kind person?”
“Exactly, Payphone.”
“Why are you saying payphone?”
“Appropriate nickname, don’t you think? Or do you prefer Hungover, Phone- and Moneyless Payphone?”
“Sarcastic, ain’t you?”
“That’s what they call me these days.”
“Really?”
“No.”
“Okay… but don’t call me Payphone!”
“Fine. Where are you-”
“Hollywood Boulevard.”
“-Payphone.”
“Oh my Lord.”
“Name?”
“…”
“…”
“Y/N.”
“Last name?”
“Doesn’t matter. First name is fine, right?”
“I’m not an old man nor a pedophile looking for some sweet candy. Don’t worry, Payphone.”
“Can’t trust strangers.”
“Not even the ones who pay an uber for you, which makes them your actual hero?”
“…”
“…”
“Fine.”
“So…”
“Y/N Reynolds.”
(a/n: so you gave a fake last name)
“Nice.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll send you an uber ri–”
“Call ended. Recharge for another call.”
***
“Hi, how are you doing today?”
“Good, thank you. How are you?”
“Very well. Thank you, miss.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“What is it, miss?”
“What’s the name of the person who ordered this uber?”
“…”
“It’s my mother’s friend. I’d like to know his name.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“Oh my Lord, please just tell me his name.”
“…”
“…”
“Jack Johnson.”
***
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y/u commented: it’s ya girl payphone here
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“hi jack johnson”
“Payphone?”
“payphone.”
“How do you know my name?”
“the uber, jack johnson”
“Alright since you looked me up and most likely saw my pictures, I want to see yours too”
“you a cute white boy, i gotta admit”
“Then let me see you. I want to know if you’re just as beautiful as your voice”
“hahahaha. how many girls did you try this on ?”
“Only the one’s who accidentally dial my number on a payphone while being hungover, phone less and moneyless.”
“you tire me already”
“I can’t get enough of that joke hahaha”
“i can”
“So, since you did slide in my DMs, you gotta give me your number now :)”
“do i now ? maybe i just wanted to thank you for the uber”
“Then you could’ve just commented”
“i don’t think your 4.5 MILLION FOLLOWERS would like that”
“Hahahah”
“i really wanted to thank you. so, thank you for being my savior yesterday”
Like I always thought Cody was somewhat innocent but when he said "I'll make you cum for me" girlll thought I was reading a smut like I couldn't do it then he said sum bout his big dick and I'm just like what the hell like what happened to innocent Cody like I couldn't when I was watching it last night cause my wifey called me on FaceTime and was like Codys nudes got leaked since she knows I'm a teen wolf fanatic and I was watching it and I was like "OH MY GOD, OH GOD,OH GOD, ITS A PRETTY DICK
OH MY GOD I JUST SAW THIS AND MY DAY INSTANTLY GOT BETTER LMAOOO
could you do a nate imagine where you guys get into a fight (something of the sorts) and then you both end up at the same party. you being a crazy party girl (does coke sometimes but nate hates when you do it) you just let lose and have fun but then nate gets even more mad .. something of the sorts please! i tried my best to make sense lol
Request: could you do a nate imagine where you guys get into a fight and then you both end up at the same party. you being a crazy party girl you just let loose and have fun but then nate gets even more mad
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“Why the fuck was he talking to you?” My boyfriend asked me as we walked into his house.
I furrowed my brows. “It’s his birthday tonight. He invited me.” I placed the groceries onto the counter and slowly put them into the fridge and cabinet.
“Why?”
“Because we’re friends?” I confusingly answered. “What’s so wrong with that?”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “I know you know what’s wrong with that.”
I harshly swallowed, exactly knowing what he was talking about.
Last time my ex invited to a party, he tried to kiss me the entire night. Nate obviously noticed and punched him in the face.
Hey, I never said Nate was good at staying calm when he’s jealous.
“Then just come with me. Stay by my side the whole night and I’ll make sure I stay away from my ex.” I negotiated.
“You’re not going.” He said in a tone as if he was finishing up the conversation.
“You can’t tell me what to do.” I told him as I approached him. “I’m not your property, which means I can do and go wherever I want.” I clenched my jaw.
And he did too. “We already went through this.” He whispered.
Nate always did this when he tries his best not to burst out of anger. He just stays quiet and whenever he talks, his voice scary and forced.
“You already went through this.” I said while pointing at his chest. “I don’t ever have a word in every conversation we have.”
His body tensed and I pushed it a little further. “I’m sick and tired of you pushing me around and telling me what to do and what not to do.”
“It’s for your own good.” He calmly said, even though he was anything but calm.
“No, it’s not!” I harshly yelled. “You just do whatever pleases you. I’m fucking done with it! Can’t you for once get off my back and leave me alone! I’m not a kid, I know what-”
“Fine.” He breathed out, trying his best not to yell at me. “Then go.” He walked away from me, going upstairs.
And the door closed with a bang.
***
(Skate’s POV)
“Thanks for letting me be your plus one, Indy.” I told the girl as we waited for the door to open.
“No problem!” She smiled. “I’m still a little confused as to why. You hate Dun.” I clenched my fists at his name. The motherfucker who’s still after my girl.
“Well, a free bar makes me hate him less.” I smirked. She chuckled and shook her head.
The door opened by the son of a bitch himself. “Happy birthday, Dun!” Indy hugged him and handed him a bottle of Jack.
His smirk dropped quickly when he saw me. “I don’t think you want to see Y/N in the state she is right now.”
I furrowed my brows. “What the fuck did you do to her?”
He ignored my stare and I pushed him out of my way, my only intention to find my girlfriend.
Y/N tends to push her limits when she’s upset and looking for a party. She’d take drugs and mix it with the booze, but last time that didn’t end well.
She ended in the hospital for two days.
She doesn’t remember shit. She doesn’t believe anyone who tells her about the story. She thinks she knows her limits.
But she doesn’t.
“Y/N?” I yelled out. At this point she was wiping her nose with the sleeve of her dress and I scrunched up my face at the cocaine.
She took a body shot from a girl who was laying on the table and they cheered for Y/N. “You’re coming with me.” I could feel my face souring up as I grabbed her.
“Jesus,” she slurred. “I told you to leave me alone, didn’t I?” She yelled in my face.
Right now, I wanted to yell at fucking everyone for letting her do this. They all knew what happened to her.
But I also wanted to yell at my girlfriend. She needs to get her brains out of her ass. I fucking hated this. “Let me go!” She yelled in my ear.
“You’re fucking kidding me!” She laughed, but the humor missing in the laugh. “Can’t you just trust me for one night? Seriously, Nate. This relationship is not gonna work if you keep doing this!”
I furrowed my brows. “What?” I asked.
We stopped in our tracks and I faced her blood shot eyes from the pot she most likely smoked. “Stop being jealous for once!” I don’t think I’ve ever heard her yell so hard. “Learn to trust me with other men!”
“It’s not about Dun or whoever the fuck was at that party!” I yelled back. She backed off a little. “I am less than jealous! I want you to stay away from Dun because he’s a bad influence!”
The streets were so silent, I heard my own echo. “You ended in the hospital because of Dun! Don’t you fucking get that?”
“I didn’t.” She whispered, losing all her strength.
“You did.” I sharply told her. “Remember how Dun said you needed to try coke? Remember how you took twelve shots and downed a bottle of Hennessy after that? Remember the ride to the hospital?”
My voice didn’t lower one bit and at this point I didn’t give any shits. “You’re wrong.” I told her. “I trust you with other guys.” She looked up at me. “I don’t trust you with alcohol.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“You don’t! You’re a fucking mess! I always have to drag you home and you always puke all over my house and you pretend you never did.” I could feel my head aching already.
She avoided my gaze and looked everywhere except for me.
I heard her sniff, realizing she was crying. “I don’t mind that you do.” It was time for me to lower my voice. ”I love you, even when you’re throwing up the dinner I made for you.” I softly said.
I cupped her face, making her look at me. “But I don’t want you to be in danger. You were in a coma for two days, Y/N.” I said. Tears slipped through his eyelashes and I pursed my lips.
She needed to hear the truth.
“I was scared I was gonna loose you.” I whispered. “I’m not gonna put myself or anyone else in that position ever again.”
“I remember, Nate.” Her voice cracked and I clenched my jaw. “All of it. I just… thought if I pretend it didn’t happen, the embarrassment won’t be as bad.”
“It’s okay.” I assured.
She cried into my chest and I let her sob silently. “Can you promise me one thing?” My girlfriend asked as she pulled back form me.
Cody can get the succ and have my babies like I would've never thought he talked like that, like I thought he was somewhat innocent like imagine him having sex like my god he prolly be talking hella dirty. Let me ride him please like my god
HOLY FUCK IM LAUGHING SO HARD but also quite horny at the same time ...... i thought cody christian is the last man on earth to take nudes but IM SO GLAD HE DID
I KNOW YALL SAW CODY CHRISTIANS VIDEO LEAK AND LET ME TELL YOU....HE JUST BECAME DADDY MATERIAL EVEN MORE THAN HE WAS BEFORE HIS DIRTY TALK MAKES ME OMG I CANT
yo cody might be 'ashamed' or sum but he don't have to be. little does he know he got those panties droppin ALL OVER THE WORLD!!!! ladies finna be ridin his dick into the sunset
