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A girl in my english class saw my fomo tour popsocket and approached me fangirling about prettymuch and I didn't think anyone in my small town would know about them and we went to the same concert!!! Just wanted to share a cute little moment of two girls bonding with everyone today ❤

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YOU'RE SO SWEET!!

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THE. TALENT.

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listen up pls

edwin doesn’t have to explain anything. the boys are human beings who have off days just like everyone else. maybe they just wanted to leave bc they were tired and overwhelmed. them coming out after shows and talking/taking pictures with us is a privilege and pls don’t forget it. and if anyone’s getting mad about that fact that they brought girls into the bus like... i’m sorry but pls stop. they’re 19-21yo guys who like to fuck.

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also like here’s the link if anyone wants to do it also: https://mindofgrande.tumblr.com/pmsongsorter

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it hits me right in the chest but i still wish you the best until i see you again [x]

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Would you mind (feat Zion bussin it down)

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ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

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well damn they weren’t kidding when they said world domination with the music huh

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“Keep em’ here...” - Zion Kuwonu

Requested: Yeeyeeee

Summary: Hii can you do a smut imagine where Zion goes down on you x your blog is amazing 🥰

Pairing: Zion x Reader

Warnings/Keywords: Smut.

Word Count:1227

A/N: I don’t even know why I chose to hurt my own damn feelings like this tbh. It be like that sometimes…

Zion pulled Y/N into his lap and turned her body so she was straddling his lap. She happily complied with his gestures and cupped his face in her small hands. He looked up at her with a soft smile on his face as one hand was on her thigh and the other was on her ass. She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. His tongue poked out a little and ran across his bottom lip before leaning up to kiss her again.

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“Think I'm playin’?” - Edwin Honoret.

Summary: Can I pleeassse requests reader admiring Edwins lips and won’t stop kissing him.

Requested: Yes.

Pairing: Edwin x Reader

Warnings/Keywords: Fluff and kisses. Light smut.

Word Count: 614

A/N: Hopefully this is okay….enjoy lovelies!

She sat on the counter in the kitchen while Edwin was at the stove making the both of them some pancakes. As she swung her legs back and forth and occasionally took a sip of her coffee, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. Everything about him was so enticing to her. From the personality to the looks. She couldn’t believe she was with someone so lovely.

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“this is nick, he’s small”

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Eyes Off You| Austin Porter

Their morning routine had been the same for a long time. He would come in at 5:30 am, and get the shop ready for the day. At 6 AM, on the dot, you were waiting outside the door, notebook in hand, pencil tucked into your bun. He’d unlock the door, flipping his sign from closed to open. Your coffee would already be sitting at you usual table by the window where you would sit for an hour with your notebook, face scrunched in concentration as you worked on your business numbers. Fifty five minutes after you walked in the door, Austin would bring over your second cup of coffee, as you packed up to go open your bookstore next door. you’d thank him quietly as you paid for both coffees before leaving. 

For several months this was their routine, the only form of interaction they had. Until one day, Austin ventured into your shop, a pastry in hand. He’d wanted to try and break the ice between them for some time, and from your coffee order he deduced that you, most likely, had a thing for sweets. The bell above the door jingled as he entered, and a couple of seconds later you emerged from behind one of the many shelves, smiling. 

“Hi!” You greet him with an excited smile, as you pull down the sleeves of your sweater. 

“Hey. Would you mind trying this and telling me what you think?” He asks, holding out the plate with the pastry on it. You take it and set it on the counter beside the register, breaking off a small piece before popping it in your mouth. 

Her eyes go wide as soon as she bites into it, a hand moving to cover her mouth. “Wow.” She says, dropping her hand as she chews. “That’s so good.” She confirms, and Austin grins. 

“Alright, good. I’ll keep it on the menu.” He says, and she takes another bite, popping it in her mouth. Austin takes the moment to look around, moving to let his fingers skim over the cover of a book sitting on the table in front of him. 

He looks around the small but spacious shop, taking in everything. Large windows in the back provide lots of natural light, but there are a few light fixtures scattered around the store, providing a soft yellow glow. There are a few beat up wooden tables set up, the first two displaying your newest books. On the last one is a big box, painted a nice baby blue color, with “Book Suggestions” written on the front in delicate lettering. 

“Do you like to read?” Your voice cuts through the soft classical music playing on the speakers, and Austin turns around with a smile.

“Depends.” He shrugs, and she laughs a little. “Do you?” He asks, and you laugh.

“I would say so. I read most every book I order, with the exception of a few.” You reply, and Austin chuckles a little.

“I guess I should have known that answer.” He says, walking over so he can lean beside you. 

“Not everyone gets to do something they love with their life. Thankfully I was able to turn my love of books into a profitable thing.” She says, and he nods.

The bell above the door jingles, and you grin as you greet the customer. Austin gives you a little wave as he exits your shop, and you wave back before turning your attention to your customer.

The next morning you arrived at Austin’s shop a little bit earlier than usual, and he gladly let you sit at the bar while he prepared the shop for the day. You both made small talk as he worked, asking each other questions and joking around. When it was time for him to open the shop, you moved to your normal spot by the window with your coffee and notebook. Exactly fifty-five minutes later, as you were packing up to go open your shop, Austin strode over with your second cup of coffee and a delicately wrapped pastry in his hand.

“A thank you for opening the shop with me this morning.” Austin explains when you glance down at the pastry in confusion.

“That’s very sweet of you. I enjoyed our chat, I’ll be back early in the morning.” You promise, taking the pastry and coffee from him.

“I look forward to it.” He beams at you, and you grin as you exit the coffee shop, waving to him through the window as you head to open your store. 

From then on the routine changed. You began to meet him at 5:30 every morning, and you’d sit at the bar and chat with him as he bustles about the shop. He slides you your coffee five minutes before he unlocks the doors, and that’s your cue to take up your usual spot by the window and start your work.

For the most part this is the routine you guys stick to, but every now and then you’ll pop into his cafe around lunch time, with the excuse that you didn’t sleep well the night before and you need an extra pick me up, but in reality you just want to see Austin.

There were some days, shortly after he’d closed his shop, that he’d enter your store, eyes scanning for the sight of you. Sometimes you’d be with a customer, and he’d stand back and watch as you recommended books, or rang them up and raved about a specific book or series. Other times you’d be so lost in your book that you wouldn’t hear the doorbell ring and he’d stand near the entrance, eyes studying your features. You’d look up a few seconds later and a soft smile would appear on your face, and Austin’s heart would flutter as he greeted you.

You both enjoyed the routine a lot, but Austin was starting to want more from the relationship. He really liked talking to you, and how you would light up when talking about your favorite books. He loved that you could share playlists and recommend songs for each other, and he loved watching you work, eyebrows scrunched in concentration. 

So the next day, when you were about to take your place by the window to work, he grabbed your elbow. His fingers were warm on your bare skin, and you looked up at him with raised eyebrows, and a soft smile.

“You can sit here and work if you want to.” His voice is soft, and he lets go of your elbow slowly, as he smiles at you. 

“Okay.” You murmur and nod, setting your bag back down and taking out your notebook and pencil. Austin watches you periodically, committing your features to memory. 

Just like normal, five minutes before you leave, Austin is setting your second cup of coffee in front of you. This time he’s written his number on your cup, though. You don’t notice the scribbled numbers until a little bit later, and you quickly shoot Austin a text, apologizing for making him wait. 

From that moment on your relationship with Austin changes. It’s friendlier, flirtier, more casual than it had been previously. You start to open up to him with personal stories, anecdotes about your family and friends. Slowly you let him into your world, and he lets you into his.

Austin starts frequenting your store, mostly in the evening. He learns that there is a Chinese restaurant down the street that you’re obsessed with, and so once a week he brings you dinner from that restaurant and you two sit behind the register, eating your dinner in between customers.

Your morning routine doesn’t change, but the evening visits become more frequent, and each time Austin stays longer and longer. You’ve told him about your part time worker, a college kid who comes in and works from eight to midnight, but he’s never stayed long enough to meet her. 

The next night, Austin brings you dinner, as is becoming part of the routine, and you’re both eating when your phone dings in your pocket. You pull it out and set your food on the counter in front of you. You let out a groan as you lock your phone.

“What’s wrong?” Austin asks, hand still holding a forkful of food.

“My part-timer just called in sick. Looks like I’ll be here until midnight.” You lean your head on his shoulder, and he sets his fork down, his hand reaching over to caress your thigh softly.

“I’ll stay with you.” He says, and you shake your head, with a wave of your hand.

“You have to get up super early, I could never ask you to do that.” You say, grabbing your food off the counter and taking a bite.

“You’re not asking me. I’m offering.” He insists, and you look up at him with raised eyebrows.

“You actually have to be up before five-thirty tomorrow morning. I don’t. You’re going home before midnight.” Your tone is stern, and he chuckles a little.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. We’ll both be sleep deprived tomorrow.” He says, and you roll your eyes, a soft smile forming on your lips.

“Fine, but don’t complain to me in the morning when you’re exhausted.” He laughs at your little warning, and you go back to eating and joking. 

The last few hours flew by with Austin by your side, cracking jokes and helping you restock your shelves, especially the really high ones. You turn on a different radio station and you and Austin dance around the empty store, goofing off. As a slower song comes on, he pulls you into his chest, resting his hands on your waist as you both sway to the music.

Before you know it, you’re turning your key, locking your shop door, Austin standing beside you. You both live close to the shops, so you take off walking together, a comfortable silence blanketing the two of you. You walk beside Austin for a few minutes, hands swinging back and forth, knuckles brushing gently together. Finally, Austin gets up the courage to grab your hand, and you smile up at him as you lace your fingers together. As you approach your apartment, Austin’s feet start to drag, and you laugh a little as he slows down. 

“I had fun this evening. I’ve really enjoyed our time together.” Austin’s voice is soft, and a smile plays on his lips. You smile back, squeezing his hand.

“Me too. Thank you for staying with me tonight. I loved our little jam session.” Your voice is soft as well, and he nods.

“My pleasure. Well, goodnight.” You get up on your tiptoes to kiss Austin’s cheek, and a blush creeps across your face when he reaches up and captures your chin between his thumb and forefinger. His lips ghost over yours, warm breath fanning across your face. He pulls back, cheeks slightly pink.

“Goodnight, Austin.” You murmur, and he waves to you as you back up towards your door, fingers on your lips.

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okay the boys need to give us an ep or just a small project with songs we’ve already heard, like sorry, mind of poseidon, line, sauce, denim on patrol, etc. and call it ‘unreleased’

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MAGGIE IS LIVING THE DREAM