#pm blurb

[anastasia-arreaga-kuwonu]

Chains (Brandon×reader)

Brandon had noticed over the course of the time you spend together that whenever you are lost in your thoughts or uncomfortable your hands tend to find their way to the chains hanging loosely around his neck.

Just now for example you were laying in bed, head on his chest, talking about your day when he realizes that you are not paying attention to a single word he said. You were preoccupied twirling his smallest chain around your fingers, grazing his skin once in a while.

"You really like my chains huh?" He asked bringing you back from your daydream session. When you looked up he was smilling at you. "You always fiddle with them" He stated running his hand through your hair.

"Yeah I guess I do." You admitted only now realizing your weird habit. "Is it annoying?" You asked removing your hands from the cold metal.

"No. I like it. It's cute" He said grinning. He pecked your lips quickly before getting up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" You whined missing his warm body in this particularly cold night.

He stayed silent raffling through his drawer making you even more curious about what came over him. Suddenly he stilled and turned around a huge grin on his face and both hands behind his back.

You squinted your eyes while he slowly approached the bed, something suspicious was going on.

"Close your eyes"He said excitedly. Although you were a bit weirded out you complied and shut your eyes.

You felt him move closer to you and flinched when something cold and slightly heavy touched your neck. You opened your eyes and saw a silver chain around your neck. His chain to be exact. Well, one of many.

He admired you while you still examined the piece of jewelry.

"You like it?" He asked while you still played with it in your hands.

"Of course I do B. But you don't need to give me your chain. I like them better on you." You smiled gently kissing him on the lips.

"You know that I have so many..." He paused "I want you to have one of them."

"You know this won't stop me from playing with the ones around your neck right?" You asked humorously.

"I wouldn't dream of it" He laughed.

"I just like it on you."He said looking you up and down. "It suits you"

"Well thank you. I love it" You said raising your gaze to meet his before leaning in to kiss his beautiful lips.

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I also wanna write a NSFW pt2 for this but I don't know if I should what do you guys think?

[brandon-arreangel]

I’ve probably said this before, but it would be so nice just to coexist with Brandon.

Like confined to the same space, but doing your own thing. He’s on his phone, culling old lyrics and organising his voice notes, while you’re rearranging your part of his closet or online shopping. Or sitting in the kitchen together, while he’s making breakfast and coffee, and you’re studying at the table. Or living together, and letting the other person wake up at their own pace.

That’s just be nice

Being alone, but being alone together

[angelicarreaga]

Would you do a cute soft Nick imagine or blurb about you guys going to a theme park or fair? Love you ❤️

SOFT!! CUTE!! YES!! (sorry if this is horrible)

You and Nick had spent the last few days holed up at home, whichof course you didn’t mind, but today he decided he wanted to do somethingdifferent. 

He asked you if you wanted togo to the fair, and of course you said yes. It had been a while since you hadgone and it sounded like it would be fun.

Immediately when you paid atthe ticket booth and entered, Nick was grabbing your hand and dragging you overto the cotton candy stand, paying for 2 of them as he handed one to you.

You thanked him and he kissedyour cheek, interlacing his fingers with yours as both of you continued walkingaround, being passed by children, teenagers and adults who all seemed to behaving a good time.

“What do you wanna do most,baby?” he asked, looking over at you as he watched you scan the fair, thinkingof the times you went to them as a child.

“I don’t know,” youshrugged, “I think I wanna go on the ferris wheel, or play the littlegames.”

“Let’s do it,” he grinned, andboth of you walked over to where there was a whole line of different games toplay.

You excitedly ran up to yourfavorite one, being the balloon pop, and after you paid the person running thebooth passed you a handful of darts.

“Ready for this?” you askedNick, looking over at him and smiling cockily, knowing this was the game youwere best at.

“I’m ready,” Nick confirmed.

He watched you carefully as youheld the dart up at eye level, analyzing the distance before throwing itforward, popping a balloon. You jumped up excitedly as you repeated the samemovements with the other darts, hitting a balloon every time.

“I never miss,” you winked athim. 

The person behind the standasked you which prize you wanted, and of course you pointed at the largeelephant stuffed animal that was hanging above you. He pulled it down andpassed it to you and you thanked him before you continued on your way.

“I won this for you,” yousmiled, passing the stuffed animal over to Nick, who took it into his arms andsquished it, burying his face into the soft fur of the toy.

“Aren’t I the one who’ssupposed to win the toy for you?” he asked, making you laugh and shake yourhead at him.

Nick decided to play a gametoo, and you watched as he threw basketballs into a hoop, getting one eachtime. Clearly, this was his balloon pop. He won a different stuffed animal andhanded it to you, a smirk playing on his face.

“Now we’re even,” he told you.

“You can now say you met thecliché,” you chuckled.

You guys walked down the row ofgames, playing a few and being pretty bad at most of them, occasionally winningsomething smaller which you were both proud of. By the end of it you were bothdressed up with stupid hats and necklaces, giant stuffed animals in hand.

“Think we look like realadults?” you asked him.

“Oh yeah definitely,” Nick agreedsarcastically.

You both ran through the fairtogether, stopping at every ride that you thought was interesting. Whether itwas screaming on a roller coaster, aggressively hitting each other in bumpers,or getting extremely dizzy on the teacups, you were both constantly laughing,wide open smiles spread across your faces.

“Ferris wheel?” you asked himwhen you were approaching the line to get on it.

“Anything you want,” Nicksmiled as you guys got in line for the ride.

You took your spot in thelittle pod and placed all your possessions of the day onto the ground belowyou, and you scooted closer to him and nuzzled into his side as it beganmoving.

Nick admired you as you staredout beside you, gazing at the world that was now so far below you, peoplebecoming little sardines from up where you guys were. 

The ferris wheel stopped right when you were both at the top, letting more people on at the bottom. You looked over at Nick, who’s hand was resting gently on your thigh. His brown eyes widened ever so slightly when you turned to him, the corners of his mouth turning upward.

“Would it be totally cliché to kiss you at the top of the ferris wheel?” he asked.

“Today seems to be about clichés,” you smirked, “come here.”

You pulled him towards you, pressing your lips against his as you put your hand on the back of his neck, feeling on top of the world even though you were only on top of the ferris wheel. It didn’t matter to you, though.

The ride began moving again, and you jumped back slightly, looking around you, but Nick just pulled you back towards him, continuing to kiss you as the wheel took you guys around.

[imdreamingofaplaceicallhome]

Pretty Much Preference #2: First Meeting

Austin: I was standing in line at the coffee shop. I yawned as I looked over the menu, but I already knew what I wanted. I finally ordered my coffee and stood off to the side. Once my name was called I grabbed my coffee and started to head out of the coffee shop. I bumped into someone, coffee went everywhere and I landed on my ass. “Oh my god I'm so sorry,” he said as he reached for my hand. “I should have watched where I was going,” I said as I grabbed his hand so I could get up. I brushed myself off as I stood up. I looked up at him our eyes meeting for the first time. For a second I got lost into his eyes, I finally looked down. “let me buy you new coffee?” he asked. “It was my fault” I nodded. “My treat” he smiled slightly. “Sure” I nodded and walked back to the front with him. I ordered my drink after he ordered his. “Excuse me I forgot to introduce myself”  he smiled. “I'm Austin,” he said. “Nice to meet you, I'm y/n” I smiled as I looked at him. “It's nice to meet you” he smiled softly. We both grabbed our coffees and headed out the door. “Wait before you go, can I get your number?” he asked. “Sure” I took out a pen and wrote my number on his hand. “Hope to see you soon” he smiled as he walked off. “Me too” I took a sip from my drink. It was a meeting over spilled coffee but turned into something we both didn't expect.

Edwin: I was sitting outside of my apartment waiting for my friend to show up. She finally pulled up and I got into her car. We finally pulled up to the beach where all of our friends were waiting for us. I got out of the car and greeted everyone, hugging everyone. “Come on we have food over here,” my best friend said. “It smells amazing” I smiled as I followed her. I grabbed some food and sat down with my friend. “Who's that?” I asked. “Who?” she asked. “Him” I nodded towards a guy. “I have no clue,” she said. “Oh,” I nodded. “I'm sure you will know his name by the end of the night” she smiled. “Hush” I pushed her gently. I finished eating and decided that I wanted to know his name. I walked over to him tapping him on his shoulder. He turned around our eyes meet and I forgot why I was over here. “hey” he spoke softly. “hi” I smiled. “It's nice to meet you,” he said. “yea” I nodded as our eyes were still locked on each other. “Excuse me?” he asked as he broke the eye connection. “Sorry” I blushed slightly. “No problem” he smiled softly. “What's your name?” I felt dumb asking that question so bluntly. “I'm Edwin, you?” he asked. “I’m y/n” I looked back at him. “Nice to meet you” he looked at me. At first, it was an awkward silence but we finally broke it. We hung out for the rest of the night and I could say we hit it off very well.

Nick: It was Friday night and I wanted some girl time. I called up my girls and we had plans to go to the hottest bar around. I got dressed in my little black dress but I made sure to put some flats on. I wasn't one to be wearing hills in no club. I called an uber and I was off to the club. I meet up with my friends and got into the club pretty quickly. Normally we would have had been standing in line. It helps to know the bouncer, we had gone to high school together. I went and sat down at the bar trying to get the bartenders attention. “Hey,” I said. “Be there in a second?” he said. I rolled my eyes as I waited for him to get to me. “What can I get you?” he asked. I just looked him up and down like what I was seeing. I believe he was a new bartender and of course, I wanted to get to know him. “Excuse me?” he asked. “Sorry, can I get a mixed drink?” I asked. “Sure” he walked away. He finally made his way back to me placing the drink in front of me. “Hey, can I ask you something?” I asked. “Sure” he leaned against the counter. “Are you new here?” I looked at him. “my first day” he smiled slightly. “You are cute” I smiled. “Thanks, your name?” he asked. “Sorry I'm y/n” I responded. “Nice to meet you, I'm Nick,” he said. “ it's nice that I got to meet you tonight” I smiled. “I like your style” he looked at me. Throughout the night we would talk but of course, he was very busy. I waited until the bar closed, I was beyond tired but I wanted to talk to Nick. We finally exchanged numbers and left the bar. I must say a girls night turned into a chance encounter.

Brandon: I put the collar onto my dog. Hooking the leash as I grabbed my phone. I slipped on my shoes and we were out the door. My dog was beyond excited to go outside, smelling everything and everybody. We walked to the dog park, I let him off the leash. He went running around meeting other dogs, I sat down on the bench. I kept an eye on him of course but I just allowed him to be a dog. “Come here Andy” I yelled out. He had another dog by their leash and came back over to where I was. “Andy” I sighed as I grabbed the other dogs leash. “Princess” someone came running after their dog. “Sorry my dog loves other dogs” I nodded. “Its no problem” he smiled slightly. I looked up at him and I smiled as our eyes meet. “I'm Brandon,” he said. “I'm Y/N,” I said. “I guess our dogs like each other” he chuckled slightly. “Yea Andy is surely looking for a girlfriend” I smiled. “Well I think Princess likes him” he smiled as he looked at me. “It's nice to meet you,” I said. “Same,” he said. Andy grabbed Princess leashed and ran around our legs. I stumbled against Brandon, he grabbed my arms making sure I didn't fall. “Andy” I laughed as I got us both free. “Funny dog,” Brandon said. “Yea he is” I nodded. “Maybe we could get together some time?” he asked. “Sure” I nodded. “For the dogs or just maybe us” he smiled. “Sounds like fun” I nodded. I put my number in his phone before leaving. I took Andy back home and I couldn't stop smiling, just thinking about Brandon. I guess my dog was a matchmaker for himself and me.

Zion: I stood in line so I could get my book for class. I sighed as I knew it would take forever but I was excited to be in school. I finally got my books and as well as my schedule. I sat down at the table looking over everything and I saw that it would be a very busy semester. I shoved everything in my bag as I got up from the table. I didn't realize someone was behind me as I ran right into them. “Oh my god, I'm sorry,” I said. “Its fine,” he said as he turned to face me. “I should be watching where I'm going,” I said. “Its fine, maybe I'll see you around?” he smiled. “Sure” I looked up at him. “I'm Zion” he looked down at me. “I'm y/n,” I said. “Nice to meet you, maybe you could be my lunch date?” he smirked slightly. “Maybe?” I questioned. 'Will you be my lunch date?” he asked. “I like your style” I laughed slightly. “I like your style” he smiled. “Then its a date, meet here later?” I asked. “Sure” he smiled. “Here,” I said as I grabbed his hand, writing my number on his hand. “In case you get lost” I smiled. “Maybe I'll get lost now” he smiled as he walked away. I had started to question if this school was right for me but he just erased all my doubts.

[anastasia-arreaga-kuwonu]

Brandon Blurb

Concept: you guys are at a party and he saves you from a total creep.

Warnings:a tiny bit of violence but mostly fluff

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•You were at a party with the boys. they had somehow convinced you to come with them even if it wasn't really your scene.

•They all tried to stay close to you most of the night knowing you were very uncomfortable if left alone in a public setting like this.

•You could admit that you were kind of having fun, dancing with B and goofing around with the boys. It had been a while since you let loose.

•You limited yourself to one drink in order to be fully aware of your foreign surroundings. But the drink took it's toll on you making your bladder uncomfortably full.

•You leaned in and told B that you had to go to the bathroom,he nodded and untagled his hands from around you and you quickly got up from his lap and searched the house.

•Once you finally found the bathroom and got done with your business you tried making your way downstairs again.

•You were almost at the end of the staircase when you felt a hand around your waist. You immediately flinched away from the strange touch but the man before you only got closer.

•"Hey gorgeous" said the clearly intoxicated man his breath stinking of tequila and cigarettes.

•You put your hands on his chest trying to create some distance by pushing him away but he seemed very unaffected by you.

•"Please" you pleaded "let me go" your hands still doing their best at creating any distance the could.

•"and why would I do that?" He laughed grabbing your hands by your wrists and waving them around aggressively "we're having fun, aren't we? Dancing away" he said and gave you a disgusting up and down look his eyes lingering on your chest.

•"Please just let me go. My friends are waiting for me" you said in a desperate try to scare the man away but he didn't seem to mind "My boyfriend is waiting too" You said in sad last attempt to make him leave you alone.

•"well that's a bummer. He's gonna have to wait for long time now" he said starting to drag you upstairs "shouldn't have let you out of his sight" he smiled creepily your way.

•Your heart was beating so fast you thought it was gonna explode. Tears forming in the corner of your eyes as the man tugged at your wrists painfully. You were about to start screaming for help when suddenly his hands let go of your wrist.

•At first you weren't sure what was going on but when you heard a familiar voice say "you are right I shouldn't have let her out of my sight" You knew that Brandon was there and you had nothing to be afraid of anymore.

•It didn't take long to realize that the reason the man let you go was because Brandon had punched him in the face and he was now laying on the stairs with a bloody nose.

•Brandon grabbed the guys shirt in his fist lifting his head up a bit and looking at him in the eyes. "If you ever touch her or any other girl for that matter again I will break more than your nose" He yelled through gritted teeth. "Understood?" He asked his voice laced with venom.

•The guy nodded furiously and Brandon shoved him back again making him bang his head at the step and cry out in pain.

•B turned around looking at you. His eyes and muscles softening immediately. "Hey are you okay?" His hands cupping your face while he frantically searched you up and down for any injuries.

•"Yeah I'm fine" You answered still shaken up by what just happened. He placed his hands around you protectively before guiding you to a spot less crowded so you were more comfortable.

•"Are you sure? Do you need anything? Do you want me to beat the crap out of that creep?" He said searching your eyes for an answer.

•"No Brandon don't." You said frantically. "I'm fine. I'm okay. You saved me before he could do anything" You answered all his questions and smiled faintly at him before pecking him on the lips.

•He snaked his hands around your back hugging you closely to him and placing his head on top of yours.

•"I don't know how I could live with myself if I didn't come before it was too late" He said tensing up his voice lower than before but his hands still comforting you by going up and down your back.

•"Don't do that to yourself B." You signed and pulled away a bit to look at him. His brows were furrowed and his lips had a slight pout to them.

•"You were there and nothing else matters. Don't torture yourself with the what ifs." You reassured him and kissed the little pout of his face.

•"okay" he mumbled not really convincing you. When he ruffled his hair , a nervous habit he had picked up, you noticed his bruised bloody knuckles.

•"Ouch. Does it hurt?" You say taking his large hand in your small ones examining it. He chuckles a bit and you avert your gaze from his injury to him curious as to what he found funny.

•"After what you just went through are you seriously worried about a little bruise on my hand?" He says containing his chuckles. You laugh a bit looking up at him.

•"It doesn't look that small to me" you say knowing it will cause him to chuckle which it did.

•"You are unbelievable" he said smiling at me.

•"Yet you didn't answer" you whispered playing with his chain, twirling it around your fingers.

•"I'm fine baby. You don't need to worry about me." He answered holding you close to him and kissing you on your forehead

•"You sure?" You asked again eyeing the nasty bruise and the little cuts on his hand.

•"God, I love you" he chuckled and placed his finger underneath your chin raising it up in order to kiss you.

•"I'll take that as a yes." you mumbled looking into his amused eyes. "I love you too" You said nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

•"Can we go home?" You mumbled against his neck.

•"Of course baby" he answered immediately. "Let's just tell the guys so they won't get worried and we're out of here" he says as he takes your hand in his. You nod understandingly and follow him across the house to the spot where you guys were sitting at before.

•B quickly informed the guys about your departure and you two waved everyone goodbye before heading out.

•The rest of the night consisted of B trying to cheer you up and eventually falling asleep in his arms listening to his heartbeat as he run his hands through your hair while an old movie played in the background.

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Okay so this is the second time I've ever written but I feel like it isn't that bad so here you go. I hope you like it and feel free to send in any requests ♥️

[brandon-arreangel]

Hi I love love love your blog!! Could you write an imagine for Brandon that’s super fluffy about how he comes home from tour and all he wants to do is sleep with you cause he loses so much sleep when he’s away from you. Thank youuuuu ❤️❤️

thank you!! SO

As much as it upset you, and as hard as you had tried to make it to the final show of the tour, you simply just couldn’t make it. You’d been to a few shows along the way, spending almost a week with Brandon on the road and flying across the country. But unfortunately, your gig as supportive girlfriend was cut short by your work and school commitments at home, which made it impossible to stay travelling around with Brandon for any longer.

Not having seen Brandon in weeks, you’d of course be waiting in the seats at the gate when they landed, leg bouncing in anticipation. Brandon had texted you when they landed, so you knew they’d be walking out from the tunnel at any moment, and as soon as you caught a glimpse of a cherry red beanie, and you stood from your seat.

He catches your eye, his own lighting up a little. You give him a little wave as he squeezes past Edwin and strangers from the flight to make his way over to you.

‘Hey,” you greet him with a giggle as he wraps his arms around your waist, and lifts you off the ground, face buried in your neck.

“Hey.”

Brandon sets you down, and gives you a quick little kiss as the other boys start to loiter around the both of you. You give everyone else a quick hug, then Brandon is grabbing your hand as you make your way to the bag collection carousels.

You two trail behind the other boys, Brandon with his hoodie up over his beanie and face, trying to keep a low profile. You sway your arms slightly as you walk, feeling so light and content now that Brandon was home again.

When you get home, you let him settle and get changed, and when he’s done, he flops down on the couch, gesturing for you to come and lie beside him. You crawl over, wedging yourself in between him and the sofa back.

Brandon sighed, then pouted. “I missed you.”

You pulled yourself an inch higher to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I missed you too. I’m happy you’re home.”

Brandon nodded, a sleepy smile on his lips. You both just smiled at each other, and you observed his heavy eyelids and circles under his eyes.

“You look sleepy,” you told him.

He nodded with a little laugh. “I’m exhausted. I sleep better when I’m with you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he cringed. “I know that’s cheesy, but it’s true. I missed your back rubs.”

You rolled your eyes, but laughed. “I know. I sleep better with you too.” In that moment, the only way to describe how you felt was content and in love. You give him another quick peck, before manoeuvring yourself out of the Brandon-couch crevice. “Let’s go to bed.”

You help him up as he moans in protest, and drag him to his room, where you snuggle in close together, Brandon lying on his stomach, face towards you.  

“This is so much better than the tour bus bunk,” he mumbles. “Can we stay like this all weekend?”

You hum in agreement, circling your hand around his back until he eventually drifts off.

[angelicarreaga]

(you can choose whichever member to write this for) making pancakes in the morning but hes not doing any of the work because he claims he’ll “just mess it up and you make it the best”

I didn’t know who to write this for but I chose B because the last food related one was about him too so idk figured might as well plus I’m #soft for Brandon 

Feel free to send in any concepts for blurbs you want me to write!!! 

“Breakfast?” you suggested after you and Brandon had been lying in bed for over an hour after both waking up, groggy but happy.

“Mhm,” Brandon mumbled, his face buried in the crook of your neck, not wanting to leave this moment but the loud grumble in his stomach was telling him otherwise.

“What do you wanna make?” you asked him, tracing over his tattoos with your fingers as you waited for a reply.

“Pancakes?” he asked, lifting his head and looking at you his eyes slightly glimmering in the sunlight, his glasses still lying on the bedside table.

“Pancakes are perfect,” you nodded, pecking his lips before flipping the blankets over, stepping out of bed and throwing one of Brandon’s shirts on over your body as you went downstairs, pulling everything out that you needed to make pancakes.

Brandon followed soon after, his hair messy from the way he slept, his jogging pants sitting perfectly on his hips. You took a moment to scan your eyes over his body, taking in his beauty, which made him smirk to himself.

“You checking me out, babe?” he asked, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you, swaying back and forth slightly.

“Maybe I am,” you smiled, “got a problem with that?”

“Never,” he teased, shaking his head as he kissed your forehead, watching as you measured all the pancake ingredients and added them into a bowl.

“You gonna help me or just stand there and watch?” you asked him when you noticed he was just silently standing behind you, not contributing whatsoever.

“I’m just gonna mess them up if I try,” he laughed, “you already know that based on past experiences where I have tried to help you make food.”

“Yeah like the cookie incident,” you deadpanned, still jokingly holding a grudge against him for that.

“Exactly,” he pointed, “besides, you make them the best anyway.”

“Fine, I’ll take that as a compliment,” you sighed, mixing the ingredients together while Brandon got you a pan from the bottom drawer of the kitchen.

“There, I did something,” he laughed, kissing your temple quickly.

You put the batter onto the pan, humming to yourself quietly as you waited for the perfect time to flip them. Brandon was holding out a plate for you so that you could pile them on as you took them off the pan, feeling as though he was helping.

Once you made the last pancake and finally had no batter left, you put away all the dishes and ingredients you had used, walking over to the table with the bottle of syrup in your hand, plopping it down.

Brandon set down the pancakes in the middle of the table along with the two empty plates he put in your spots, taking a seat across from you.

You admired the flowers that sat in the middle of the table that Brandon had bought you before stabbing a pancake with your fork and dropping it on your plate, snatching the syrup before Brandon had the chance.

“Very stealthy,” he nodded, poking at his pancake as he waited for you to be done with the syrup.

“You snooze you lose,” you shrugged, sliding it across the table when you were finished.

He took his first bite, a small moan escaping him as he close his eyes, making you giggle at the sight of it.

“See, babe, I told you,” he mumbled with a piece of pancake still in his mouth, “you make the BEST pancakes.”

“Why thank you,” you smiled, taking a bite of your own as you nodded, slightly impressed with how they turned out.

“I could eat these every day,” Brandon told you.

“Don’t count on that, B,” you replied, “especially when you don’t help.”

“Hey! I helped, slightly!” he defended.

“Slightly being the key word,” you laughed, kicking him under the table.

“Thank you for breakfast baby,” he recited, laughing as he reached across the table to take your hand in his, admiring how beautiful you looked even when you had just woken up. Mornings like this were what he hoped he had to look forward to for the rest of his life.

[angelicarreaga]

81&67 with brandon pls

“you’re bleeding all over my carpet” + “hold still”

Brandon’s head shot up when he heard a scream from the other end of the house. He jumped up and sprinted to where the sound was coming from, looking for you frantically.

He found you, getting up off the ground, blood dripping from your forearm.

“Y/n oh my god, what happened?” he asked, helping you up as he examined your arm.

“I was carrying this vase into the kitchen to put in the middle of the table and I tripped accidentally,” you winced, examining the pieces of glass that were wedged in your arm.

“Come, babe, let’s go to the bathroom and sit down because right now you’re bleeding all over my carpet,” he said jokingly, making you laugh slightly at his comment.

“Sorry B,” you shrugged, laughing despite the pain you felt as he picked you up and carried you into the bathroom.

“I can still walk,” you pointed out.

“Whatever, let me take care of you, this is an emergency!” he exclaimed, sitting you on the counter before reaching into the cupboard to get the first aid kit.

“Use the tweezers to get the glass out,” you told him as he picked them up, getting a closer look at your arm before pulling a piece of glass out, an unexpected scream leaving your lips.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” he panicked, looking up at your face that was contorted in pain.

“It’s okay, keep going we can’t leave it in there,” you urged, but you instinctively pulled away when the tweezers came closer to your arm.

“Hold still, baby, I don’t want to hurt you more. It’ll be over soon,” he comforted, taking the rest of the class out.

He cleaned the blood up and wrapped it in a bandage, holding his hand there for a few moments before standing up straight again, looking at you sympathetically.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you,” he apologized, brushing your hair behind your ears, his thumb tracing along your cheek.

“It’s okay, it’s my fault for being so clumsy,” you shrugged, placing your hand over his, your eyes fluttering closed when he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“What would you do without me?” he asked jokingly, a playful grin dancing across his face.

“I would probably be dead,” you laughed, kicking his leg lightly as your legs dangled off the counter.

“Come,” he urged, picking you up off the counter, “let’s go watch some TV after that fiasco.”

“Thanks Dr. Arreaga,” you grinned as you kissed him, laughing as he carried you back down to the couch, both of you plopping down, and you almost forgot about the fact that your arm was bleeding profusely, but you knew Brandon would always be there to take care of you