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Brother’s Friend | Mike Wheeler X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Request: Could I request a Mike Wheeler X Reader fic where the reader is Will’s older sister, the middle Byer’s kid, and Mike has a huge crush on her? Maybe she knows about it and one day asks him out, shocking everyone?

Characters: Mike/fem!Byers!reader, Will, Dustin and Lucas. Joyce and Jonathan are mentioned.

Word Count: 1541 words.

Parts of the series: (1) (2)

The girl was lying on her bed as she flipped through an old magazine she had read a few times. It was garbage, but exactly the kind of garbage she liked. She read the little notes she had written next to some of the texts, wanting to tell her if it was worth reading it again or not. Most of the time, she ignored what she had written, reading the magazine even if it was bad. She liked that, what could she do?

(Y/N) heard some cheering from the living room, making her jump from the sudden noise, but she quickly calmed down. She smiled slightly at herself before continuing to read. It was only her younger brother, Will, and his friends probably playing some game during their sleepover -they hated when she called it that- that they were having that night at the Byers’ house.

She thought she should be annoyed by the noises they made, but that actually made her relieved. She had been left responsible for the four boys, even though she was only a year older than they were, since her mother and Jonathan wouldn’t be home until later. (Y/N) was supposed to check on them every half hour, but she trusted them enough to know they wouldn’t burn the house down, so she’d just go check on them every now and then. While they were making noise it meant they were still alive.

The cheering soon calmed down, but she could still hear conversations coming from the other room. (Y/N) nodded to herself before returning to her magazine; she made a mental note that she should write again later: “This is trash. Read it again.”

The girl turned the page when she heard footsteps coming down the hall and it wasn’t long before someone knocked on her door. “Come in.” she said loudly. The door swung open, revealing Mike Wheeler behind it with a box of pizza in his hands. “Hello again, what’s up?”

The boy took a few hesitant steps into her room. Even though he had already gone in there at least five times to talk to her that night, Mike still didn’t seem comfortable getting into her space.

“We saved a slice of pizza for you.”

(Y/N) raised her eyebrow, feeling surprised to hear that. That was unusual. “Seriously? Did you all agree to this?”

Mike chuckled, shaking his head. “It was supposed to be mine, but I’m not that hungry, and I haven’t seen you eating since we got here, so I thought maybe you’d like it.”

The girl smiled, reaching out to take the box from his hands. “Thanks Mike.” she said, taking the slice and taking a bite, letting out a grunt of satisfaction. “You’re the best.”

The boy laughed at her actions. He seemed about to say something, but just smiled, saying a quick “you’re welcome” and left her room, closing her door.

Mike Wheeler was a sweet boy. He had always been a nice kid. But in the last few months he was being a bit too nice to her and it wasn’t hard to notice.

She remembered everything starting when she noticed that she would often see Mike staring at her in random moments, and he’d turn his face quickly when he noticed that he had been caught, his face blushing slightly. (Y/N) had tried to ignore that at first, but she couldn’t help but notice how he always made excuses to go talk to her - as he had done several times that night.

The girl didn’t want to jump to conclusions, so she went to her little brother for some answers. Will, even if he was a bit hesitant, confirmed that Mike did indeed like her.

(Y/N) didn’t know exactly how she should react or whether she should talk about it with Mike, so she just kept quiet. But in the last few weeks it had been difficult to ignore that, since the Snow Ball was near.

Most of times she was with the boys, Mike found a way to talk about this dance, always complaining that he didn’t have a date for it yet. She didn’t miss the way he looked at her when he said that. Will confirmed to her that, yes, Mike was planning on asking her to go with him, but he was struggling with it. She noticed how every time he came to talk to her he seemed about to ask her, but he always hesitated and left. Poor boy.

Mike Wheeler was a sweet kid and she had to confess she had a soft spot for the boy. He was cute and nice and she couldn’t help but have some feelings for him, even if she didn’t know what they were.

(Y/N) smiled slightly at herself as she thought about that, enjoying her lasts bites of that pizza. She heard the boys cheering again, startling her. Maybe it was time for her to check if they weren’t making a lot of mess. Please that they haven’t knocked down food on the floor.

The girl got up lazily, taking the pizza box with her. She entered the room, seeing that nothing seemed out of place. Good. The four boys noticed and turned to her, a questioning look in their eyes.

“I just came to wash the dishes, don’t mind me,” she said, heading for the kitchen.

(Y/N) set the box on the table, going to the sink, mentally preparing for the probably cold water that would reach her hands as she began to wash. She took a deep breath, starting.

“Hey.” she heard Mike’s voice talking to her as soon as she started to wash things. (Y/N) turned to him, watching the Wheeler boy standing by the table. “Want some help?”

The girl looked at the group of boys, who were staring at her until that moment, but quickly looked away, returning to play whatever it was they were playing. (Y/N) looked back at Mike, smiling at him. “No, that’s okay. You can go back to your game. ”

He nodded, looking nervous and suddenly anxious. Mike opened his mouth, seeming to say something. Oh, he was going to do it. The girl looked at him expectantly, but he closed his mouth again, giving her a small smile that seemed a little sad. “Okay.” and he went back to the boys.

Well, he almost did it again. She continued to do the dishes, but the small group’s conversation, although they seemed to make an effort to speak quietly, caught her attention.

“Just go and ask her.” she heard Lucas whisper.

“What’s the point?” Mike asked quietly. “She wouldn’t go with me anyway.”

The girl’s heart sank lightly from how hurt he sounded, but she just kept doing what she was doing. She took some glances at Mike, however, seeing that he looked upset that he hadn’t asked her, that he didn’t have enough confidence to do so. She didn’t like to see him like that, so, as she finished washing the dishes, she knew exactly what she had and wanted to do.

The boys kept playing that game they loved so much as she approached them. “Hey guys.” Mike looked up at her, a smile coming back to his face as she stood between him and Will. “So… Are you all excited for the dance?” they all muttered different stuff, but she had her eyes looking at the Wheeler boy. “I heard you didn’t have a date, Mike.” he seemed to get a little tense with those words. “Is that true?”

He played with his fingers nervously, looking at his friends, who looked as confused as he. “Yeah, I didn’t find anyone to go with me yet.”

The Byers girl smiled warmly at him. “I can go with you if you want.”

Lucas and Dustin widened their eyes. Mike seemed a bit flustered, glaring at Will, as if accusing him of having asked (Y/N) to go with Mike to the dance for pity or something like that, but the younger Byers just shrugged, looking slightly confused. The Wheeler boy looked at her. “Y-you don’t need to do that.”

“But I want to.” she put her hand on his shoulder. “It could be like a date or something.” Now Mike’s eyes had widened as well, feeling his cheeks heat up. "Only if you want, of course.”

He quickly nodded. “Yeah! Su-sure, a date. ”

She smiled slightly. “Cool.”

“Are you serious?” she heard Will ask, surprised. She turned to see the other three boys, including her brother, looking at her as if she were from another planet. She just laughed.

“I’ll be in my room if any of you needs me.” she said messing with Mike’s hair before starting to walk away. “We can talk more about the dance later, ‘kay Mike?’

(Y/N) saw him nod - still looking shocked - at her before she turned in the hall. All the way to her room, she heard no sound coming from the living room, but in the moment she closed the door she heard the boys cheering and, when she heard Dustin loudly saying "You go, Mike!”, she knew that this time that didn’t have anything to do with their game.


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Pup Cups & Howling Karaoke

Summary: You catch Bucky and his service dog taking the day off and decide to butt in on their day.

Prompt(s):  requested by the lovely @this-kitty-has-claws

1.      “Tell anyone and I’ll murder you and sell your body parts for money.”
3.      “How long have you been standing there?”

Warnings: swearing, that’s all. Just lots of floof

Word Count: 1901

Originally posted by buchanstan

When you heard the team heading off on the latest big operation, you were too exhausted to see them off. There was no way you were dragging your ass out to say hello or goodbye. You’d been out for nearly two months on an undercover op that had ended poorly and the only thing on your mind when you’d slipped home at 1:30 am that same morning had been sleep.

On the flight home you’d forced yourself to stay awake and write up your mission report and check the docket for the upcoming work. You couldn’t be more grateful for the week off, even if you were a little disappointed that the rest of the team was going to be gone for the first three days on assignment. You missed them. Undercover work was lonely work. It left you feeling grimy and worn. You missed Sam’s teasing wit; you missed Steve’s rich laugh, and Clint’s relentless pranks. You missed Tony’s clever jabs and Nat’s knowing smiles.

Most of all you missed Bucky. You missed the comfortable way that silence with him wrapped around you like a heavy comfortable blanket. You missed how he knew what you needed even if you didn’t ask, bringing you shitty cup-o-noodles in your room after a rough mission or a long day. You even missed how he and Sam bickered and taunted each other, Sam usurping the washer in the middle of Bucky’s laundry day, or Bucky dropping loads of Lua’s fur into the dryer after brushing her in retaliation.

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Perfect

Prompt:  hi yes i am having a Time right now, and I’d love to see some romantic polyamsanders fluff – hugging, snuggling, kissing, goofing around, taking care of each other, cooking, anything will do, please (and you write fluff so well anyway) <3 - @backatthebein

Notes: I’m sorry you’re having a hard time, sweetie! I hope this lil’ rambling piece of fluff helps. <3 

CW: Mostly fluff, mild allusions to romantic activities, mild self-doubt

Pairing(s): Polyamsanders (romantic)

Virgil wasn’t sure how it was going to work. Truth be told, at first, he didn’t think it could. 

Romance was hard enough when it was just two people. Three and it got weird, but four? Forget it. There was no way. There’d be jealousy, or hurt feelings, or they’d eventually realize they each had a favorite and break off into smaller couplings again (and given that one member of their little quartet was him, the smart money said that meant there’d end up being a love triangle, because no way in heck was he going to end up being anyone’s favorite. They were probably barely tolerating him as it was). 

But to his utter shock, that didn’t happen. 

As the first exhilarating weeks began to slip into a more comfortable routine, the mundanity Virgil had been bracing for never really arrived. Instead, something else happened–something so impossible that, to Virgil, it bordered on magical. 

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the breakup // montgomery de la cruz

summary: montgomery de la cruz, a well-known student in liberty high. he hung with the popular crowd, got into very many fights and was seen with a different girl every week. long story short, he was a total dick. well, that was the case until she came into his life.

word count: 1562 words

a/n: this is based off the song the break up by lany which i have been listening to for weeks. i’ve been having a lot of monty feels lately too so i was inspired to write this. i put a lot of effort into this, i hope you guys like it. also, i recommend listening to the song while reading

you can listen to the song here

Originally posted by montedelacruz

Jumping heart to heart, and it’s starting to wear me down
“He’s a total dick” is my reputation around town

“Alright, I’ll see you around babe.” Monty winked at the blonde. He couldn’t even recall her name. But there he was, leading her on, making her think there was something between them. She was simply a good fuck, a girl he hooked up with last night.

“I’ll see you around babe,” A voice mocked from behind. Monty turned around and found a snickering Bryce. “Damn Monty, who was that?”

“Hey man,” He scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t even remember her name.”

“You’re a fucking playboy. That’s what you are!” Bryce howled, giving him a pat on the back.

They got a pretty face, but they got a pretty empty head
And I want to stick around but damn I’m bored

Monty was currently on a date with the blonde from last week. He asked her out just so he could get out of the house during the weekend. Although deep inside, he was hoping that maybe, just maybe, his brain would flip a switch and view her as more than a something he could play with. Love perhaps. Monty was human; all he wanted was to find love like everyone else.

“What do you think, Monty?” The blonde asked.

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts. “Um no?” He answered, not even having the slightest clue of what she was talking about.

“You’re not even listening to me! I asked if you preferred pizza or salad.” She huffed in irritation. He shrugged in response, obviously not having a care in the world.

“I’m getting out of here. Call me when you actually want to listen to me.” She stood up from the booth and sashayed away. He sighed and leaned back on his seat.

He made up his mind. He definitely did not like her. Sure, she was drop dead gorgeous and her attitude was somewhat tolerable but it just wasn’t working out for him.

Monty looked around the place and spotted a girl. He identified her as Y/N Y/L/N; he knew she went to Liberty High as well. He watched her carefully, she seemed to be enjoying her meal, shoveling curly fries into her mouth and he weirdly found that cute. Then and there, the switch he oh-so-wanted to flip… actually flipped. He was inexplicably drawn to her.

“Here goes nothing.” He mumbled to himself and before heading over to her table.

How the hell do you stay in love
You’re at dinner looking down playing with your knife and fork

Friday was date night for Y/N and Monty. She felt like their relationship lacked something lately so she wanted it to be perfect, already planning it a week before. She was going to cook his favorite meal and then catch a movie at The Crestmont after.

An hour passed and there was still no sign of him. Y/N sighed in frustration. The food was getting cold and they were already twenty minutes late to the movie. She grabbed her phone from the counter and sent him a quick text.

where are you? you said you’d be here at 6

No response.

Just as she was about to press call, Monty walked through the door.

“Hey babe,” He walked over to her giving her a peck on the cheek. “The food looks great.”

Y/N glared daggers at him. “Where were you? I was starting to get worried!”

“Relax. I was with Justin and Zach. We went to grab some beers after school.” He responded nonchalantly.

Anger coursed through her veins. “You blew me off for them? We had plans, de la Cruz.” She detached herself from his grip and headed for the door.

Another day, another argument. He was sick of it. “You’re always breathing down my neck, Y/N!” Monty bellowed from behind her.

Arguments weren’t new to their relationship. Y/N and Monty would argue every once in a while but recently it became more frequent. He complained on how she bitched about his actions all the time and how he felt like he wasn’t doing anything right. In her defense, she was just looking out for him. She didn’t want him to get hurt. More importantly, she was afraid of him going back to his old ways.

She stopped in her tracks and faced him. “Since when is it such a crime to look out for my boyfriend?”

“You call that looking out for me?” He gave her a sharp look and chuckled angrily. “It’s called being a-”

“Listen Monty,” She cut him off, voice stern. “I don’t want to hear it.” He opened his mouth to say something but shut it just as fast.

Y/N stared at the floor as minutes of agonizing silence passed. She could feel the heavy tension and she hated it. She couldn’t help but think this was going to be the end of their relationship. The thought of that possibility made her physically sick. She couldn’t lose him. She loved this boy with her all, she couldn’t give him up just like that.

Monty tugged at the ends of his hair and sighed. “I don’t want this anymore, Y/N. I want to be alone.“

Y/N felt like everything was crashing down on her. She swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. “Fine,” She seethed. “Just leave.”

You think you wanna be alone
Just wait until you’re crying on the shower floor
It hits you in the chest, ‘bout every day you’re done
Cause once you let it go you better know its gone

Monty tried to contact Y/N at least a few times after that night. She didn’t bother returning any of his calls or texts. He tried talking to her at school but she did a good job at avoiding him. She was absolutely dejected and she hated it. She hated how broken she was.

“Y/N, wait up!” Zach jogged over, stopping in front of her.

She bit her lip in unease. “This better be important. I’m almost late for class.”

“Well, uh listen, you gotta talk to Monty,” She scoffed at his words before letting him continue. “You guys need to sort this out. He hasn’t been doing well lately.”

She snapped at the mention of Monty. “And you think I am? Sorry to be rude but I see that this conversation isn’t important. I should get going.” She stormed away leaving Zach dumbfounded.

Just like Y/N, Monty was drowning in the ocean of heartbreak and regret. He felt broken too. He was always over at Bryce’s, getting drunk and wallowing in sadness. When he threw those last words at her that night, he immediately regretted it. All the anger and pain from their arguments the past few days, got to him and he took it out on her. It was all in the heat of the moment. He didn’t just want her back, he needed her back, but he knew that was near to impossible.

It’s never the same, uh, yeah, after the breakup
It’s never the same, love, don’t try to make up

Monty stepped out of the car and headed towards the front door of Y/N’s house. It’s been almost three weeks since their break up and Y/N finally agreed to his request of talking things out.

To say he was nervous was an understatement. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself down before ringing the doorbell. A few seconds passed before the door opened, revealing Y/N. He stared at her in awe. She looked better than ever, its almost as if his absence hadn’t affected her. In fact, she looked happier.

“You can, uh, come in.” She mumbled awkwardly before opening the door fully, letting him in.

He took a seat on the end of the couch and Y/N walked over and sat on the other end, she wanted to be as far away as possible from him.

“Y/N,” He looked at her, sincerity evident in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I shouldn’t have blown you off for Justin and Zach when it was our special day. For fuck’s sake, what was I thinking? I would pick my girlfriend over anything else. I should have been there. I’m sorry for ignoring all your effort and making you feel unimportant. I was so insensitive to your feelings. Y/N, letting you go was my biggest mistake. Please let me make it up to you, take me back.

“Ex girlfriend,” She corrected rather harshly. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose before speaking again. “I had a lot of time to think about us and honestly, Monty, you’re right. I don’t think this will work out. Plus, I’m not gonna allow myself to be treated like shit again.” He could feel his heart shatter as she spoke.

She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry but I think breaking up is for the best.” He simply nodded at her, too upset to come up with a response.

They stood at the doorway, saying their goodbyes. He looked at her for the last time and in that moment, it dawned upon him, that he, Montgomery de la Cruz had lost the girl he loved for good.

Playboy

Originally posted by y-ta

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Johnny Seo x Reader

Word Count: 3,293 words

Summary: Johnny gets on your nerves. Of course, this makes Johnny want you even more.

You weren’t attracted to Johnny by any means. He disgusted you. He was a playboy, flirting with every girl he saw. You constantly saw him on campus, a new girl around his arm each time. You lived in the same dorm as him but if you lived on the same floor as the guys, you were sure you’d see a new girl leaving his room every other morning. Thankfully, you lived on the second floor.

It wasn’t that Johnny was ugly because he wasn’t. In fact, he was rather good looking. However, his personality was too much for you. He could be so cocky and there was nothing that you hated more than a man with a huge ego. He had the looks, the grades, and more. He could play the piano, too. But none of that mattered to you. He annoyed you. His very presence annoyed you.

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Diss track // Simon Minter Imagine

Summary: JJ made a diss track where he said something he shouldn’t have.

A/n: I LOVE THIS! Oh my I can’t tell you how much fun @blueminter and I had writing this! For the 11614846651 time, thank you so much for doing this Mel, I love you. For those of you who don’t know this, Mel basically wrote all those amazing bars! Everyone go tell the Sidemen they need to hire her for their diss tracks! Anyway I hope you like it!

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“Hey babe”, my boyfriend Simon called me. “Have you seen JJ’s diss track yet?” he asked. With JJ leaving the Sidemen, Ethan and Harry had released a diss track. And to be honest, they were fire. Jide coming back at them was thus no surprise. “No, no I haven’t yet. I was actually just about to though, why?”, I questioned. “Well we’re all going to watch it together and react to it and I thought I’d be nice for you to be here too?” “Oh yeah, nice. I’ll be there in five”, I beamed.

The Sidemen house was only a few blocks away so I decided to walk there. When I got to the door, my boyfriend was already waiting for me. He kissed my lips softly as a hello. We went to the kitchen where all the other guys were already waiting. I quickly hugged them all and we sat down to film.

“Hey guys! As you all may know, JJ just released his diss track. So we’re going to watch it and react to it”. The track had a good beat to it, but the lyrics weren’t that great. JJ started off with Ethan, as expected.

Yow Ethan do you still the stairs cause you better roll down every pair, WOT?!

Ethan paused the video. “And there we go with the fat jokes!”, he laughed. Josh added; “Fat joke here, fat joke there”. “You’ve got the best fat joke of the year!”, I cheered, earning a laugh from the guys. “Don’t be surprised Ethan,” Simon stated, “She’s had your track on on repeat”. “Hey! Don’t judge me. It’s absolute fire”, I laughed. Ethan gave me a fist bump and Simon continued the video.

Now for Simon. Clearly opposites attract cause you’re too skinny and your girl’s too… Ha you know it.

At that moment, my heart dropped. I never considered myself fat, but I always felt self-conscious about it. So hearing it from someone else was quite a shock. Especially in front of all the guys. No one seemed to notice my discomfort, since they just kept watching and commentating.

I had no idea what was being said or done, because I was so caught up in my thoughts. Was JJ right? Am I too fat? Does Simon think I’m too fat? Maybe he’s only with me because he pities me? Oh god, I was starting to feel sick.

Luckily the video didn’t take much longer. Josh and Harry were still discussing how often JJ implied that Ethan was fat, when Simon asked me what I thought about it. “Uhm, yeah I think it wasn’t that bad”, I lied. Apparently, I wasn’t that great at lying, since he shot me a worried look. I didn’t want to talk about it, so I just ignored it.

Simon quickly did his outro, with Ethan warning JJ for his second verse. When all the cameras were turned off, Tobi asked if they could get a take-away pizza for dinner, to which all the guys cheered. I politely declined, knowing that I probably shouldn’t eat pizza if I was planning on losing weight. My boyfriend again looked worriedly at me.

“Hey”, I nudged Simons side, “Could I maybe take a shower?”. “Yeah of course! You want me to join”, Simon smirked. “No no not with the guys here. I’ll be fine on my own”. “Your loss”, he said and kissed me.

I ran up the stairs to Simons bathroom. I stayed here so often that I had all my own stuff in there. When I was about to hop in the shower, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. I looked at myself, mentally pointing out everything I hated. And before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

I quickly washed myself to try and forget about everything for a second. But when I went to Simons room after I was all cleaned up, I started thinking again. What if Simon doesn’t love me anymore? Does he really think I’m too fat?

I didn’t hear him come in, so I screamed a little when he hugged from behind. “Hello beautiful”, Simon laughed. “Hi”, I mumbeled. He started kissing me. First my cheek, my jaw, my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone. His touches were full of love, but I didn’t feelt it. All because of JJ. I kept hearing his words, over and over again.

Eventually Simon noticed something was really off. “Hey Y/N/N, what’s going on?”, he whispered. I just shook my head. “Y/N please. Don’t do this to me. Don’t shut me out. I know something’s wrong. Just talk to me, love”. I sighed. “Do you think I’m fat?”, I said no louder than a whisper. Simons eyes immediately grew. “What? Where is this coming from?”.

“Never mind. Just forget about it”, I said quickly, regretting my decision to speak up about my thoughts. “No Y/N, I can’t just forget about that! Is it because of JJ? Because of what he said in his diss track?”, he asked.

The fact that I didn’t respond and couldn’t even look at him, was answer enough for him. “Y/N listen to me. JJ only said that to get a reaction out of me, okay? You are not fat. Far from even. You are the most beautiful, happy, bright, funny, smart, talented person I know. And I love you more than anything in the world, okay? So don’t you ever dare to think that you’re not perfect, because you are”.

“I’m sorry”, I sniffed, looking at the ground. Simon placed his hand on my chin and tilted my head so I was looking in his eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for. JJ on the other hand… You know what? I’ve got an idea”, Simon smirked. He quickly explained his plan to me. “Simon you don’t have to do that. It’s fine”, I said once he had finished. “Oh no Y/N/N, I do need to do that. And you’re going to help me. He does not know what’s coming for him”, he laughed.

Two days later everything was ready to get the plan going. All the remaining Sidemen were there, in a car park getting ready to start recording. “Okay guys, is everyone ready? Then let’s go!”, Simon said, making everyone cheer. “3,2,1 ACTION”.

“Yow Jide. You thought we’d let you do this? You thought wrong mate and now you’re on your own. You said you had a storm coming? Well get ready cause we’re bringing you A FUCKING HURRICANE!”

Simon: Hey Jide I thought we were mates but guess what now we ain’t. If opposites attract then you and me would be good and that’s a fact. You call my girlfriend fat but have you ever looked at yourself? Man. She is my queen. You? You’re still thirteen, always dressed up for halloween…You act like a teen, you’ll light up like gasoline when you hear this fire coming at you through the fucking screen.

Ethan: Maybe I’m fat but at least I’ve got some brain cells, yours are rotten, so maybe that’s why you smell. You had a tongue twister in your rap but fam, how long did it take you to record that, man? Forget squirrel or rolls Royce, all that comes out your mouth is ‘more vag!’ You incompetent fuck, just learn how to read, and then maybe you’ll be able to drive at the right speed

Josh: So you left the Sidemen, the stacks you made are crumblin. Yeah you’ll be tremblin, struggelin, tumbelin, stumbelin without us right by your side. I’ve taken over your room whilst you’re in LA causing a baby boom, but just remember I will be daddy forever, there’s no way you can take that from me too.

Harry: It’s like you decided overnight, but leaving the Sidemen is just not alright. Thought you had a chance with my sister? Well now you’re never gonna be her mr. You’re too old anyway that soon, like your channel, your hair will fade to grey.

Tobi: See I’m the original team skrrr but not when it comes to you. I can’t tell if it’s humor but hell I don’t like your tattoos. You’re acting a little bit new yet you still send emails with yahoo. Now you’ve got a new girl but tell me, am I having deja vu? You were talking about Seana like last week, that shits antique, but I bet this new girl is just as 'unique’

Vik: You say I’m good with blocks but guess what? Now I’m blocking you. My head is square but mate, have you looked at WillNE too? No of course you haven’t, you only look at the girls you’re banging, call me savage, but I think you need to use family planning.

Y/N: So JJ, it was nice knowing you, and it was nice seeing you so relevant here on YouTube. Call me fat all you want but man look at you, could use a little bit of Facetune, photoshop just won’t do, you’re doing this just for the views so let’s stay cool. Don’t get yourself into this, I don’t really know what your purpose is, but I guess you need your stacks n that, but next time, don’t just say that I’m fat.

Fading (Part 1)

Requested by Anon: may i request a fic where reader has a huge crush on steve but he ended up dating sharon and reader is heartbroken but bucky consoles the reader and stuff? thank you,have a nice day!

Summary: You have feelings for Steve. When he dates Sharon, Bucky’s there to console you. What does it mean when Bucky has feelings for you?

Word Count: 1215

Warnings: Game of Thrones spoilers (season 4), swearing, angst, insecure reader

A/N: There’s definitely going to be more than one part to this, so if you want to be added to my taglist, let me know!

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You were a stubborn person.

All throughout your life, it was an issue.

Many times, it got to the point where you were too stupid to see what was right in front of you.

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Jack and Mark’s Demons

Alright, Dark and Anti theory time!

(Just giving you a heads up, it’s a bit long so thank you in advance if you take your time to read this!)

So, we all know about Antisepticeye and Darkiplier, right? (well, obviously ahah). Ok I’ve been thinking. What if @therealjacksepticeye and @markiplier sold their souls to demons for the fame and subs?

So it’d be like “hey so I sell you my soul and in exchange you make me YouTube famous and give me a lot of subs, how bout dah” and the demons would be like “yeah man, I gotcha, but in exchange you’ll let me take over your body once in a while, and no one would even notice because I would act the same way as you, it’s just that I can have a little freedom every now and then” and Jack and Mark would agree on those terms.

So, that’s what happened. They made the contract, gained their subs and fame and in exchange they would let the demons take their body occasionally as we can see on some of Jack’s videos such as Split personalities| reading your comments #47, and I think it’s safe to say kill or be killed| undertale #9  (and other undertale videos) when Jack did Flowey’s voice, or Mark’s videos such as Don’t Blink and don’t move, amongst others. 

Obviously, the demons did an amazing job at pretending to be Mark and Jack as we all caught on that something wasn’t right. In fear of being exposed, they shut out their demons and carried on with their normal lives. After all they already had a good fan base so even if the demons abandoned them, they could carry on gaining subs just by themselves, without supernatural help. 

This, obviously wasn’t well thought by Jack and Mark. If there’s one thing I know from basic knowledge and research and the Supernatural series (pfft) is that, if you mess with the supernatural, you’re fucked. These two shut out the demons they made a contract with. Obviously that pissed them off. After all the things they did for Jack and Mark, after all the subs and fame, this is how they treat them? That’s not fair! So, they started working on ways to get back at them for betraying them. They both worked towards a simple goal. Hurt their humans in the worst way possible for them.

For Jack, losing his voice, the thing that makes him stand out the most from other youtubers, would be the worst thing that could happen to him. Not being able to talk would be torture (and we all know Jack loves to ramble, he can pull a 20 minutes’ video out of his ass just by talking about pineapple pizza!), and he would lose his subs and fame and everything he worked on. So what did Anti do? He sliced Jack’s throat. He took Jack’s voice away so he could take over his body again. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why Anti’s voice is so glitchy now. In the past, you could understand him just fine (in the split personalities video and the undertale videos), but now you can’t understand him that well and that’s because he ruined jack’s most valuable thing about himself, even if it was temporary, or a symbolic thing. But the wound is open now and Anti can take over Jack’s body more easily again. Another proof? Jack got sick after is Pax panel 2017. What happened in his panel? Anti made an appearance. What was the most affected thing when jack got sick after that? His voice.

For Mark, hurting the ones he loves the most would be the worst thing ever. We all know how Mark is so caring about his fans, you can see that every time he cries for us, those tears are real. And Dark knows it. He knows we’re his weakness. At first, he tried to hurt Mark, as we can see on the video Relax. But I have the feeling Mark is one of those people who would rather be the one to get hurt to protect the other person. So Dark decided it would be useless to hurt Mark. Specially since he already hurts and tortures himself every time he does something like the ice bath challenge ahahah, I can just picture Dark facepalming while watching Mark doing these kinds of videos. anyway, Dark decided to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike back. The perfect opportunity to finally be able to hurt the ones Mark loves. And when did that happen? On valentine’s day. The day you spend with someone you really care about. It was the perfect timing to attack. And that’s what Dark did. Not only would he get to hurt and mentally torture us but he would get to do the same things to Mark. Dark threatened usI can specially take you to the places where you don’t want to go”/ “THERE’S NOTHING YOU OR HE CAN DO TO STOP ME!”/ you’re never, ever going to escape me, and mentally tortured us by

1)      Putting us on a loop every time we chose the “Exit” option, which would drive us crazy since we were the only ones aware of the fact that this was a never-ending loop of either watching Mark dig the floor with a damn spoon  -____- or us being attacked by the crazy cook every time we wanted to escape;

2)      Making us choose which Mark to kill and the fear of killing the wrong one (I don’t know about you guys but when it came to the time of choosing which Mark to kill, it gave me anxiety xD)

And as for Mark, not only was he tortured as well, by watching us go through all that, he was also killed and more than once! Killed and brought back to life multiple times can’t be good for you.

The reason Anti and Dark had different approaches to Jack and Mark was because they’re different types of demons. Different types of demons for different types of people. 

This was Antisepticeye and Darkiplier’s way of showing Jack and Mark they can’t back down on a deal made with demons.

Now that we know about their existence, ţ̶̜̫̝̽h̴̟̱̳̬͒̌̈͛͑̅͘ȩ̷͕̘͕̦̋͋̐̉͛r̵͉̭͂e̶͕̮̘̍͐́͒͑̆̊'̸̼͎̋̽̊̀̾̉̅ͅŝ̵̛̹͕̻̳̰̂ ̷͔͇̱̜̣̉ͅͅn̷̛̹̺̆̇́ȯ̷͖́̋̚͠ ̶̢̡̰̤̘̮̋̽̓̉p̶̛͕͉̯͙̈́̌ö̸̤̺́͑͊̈́̓̕͜i̴̗͚̦̥̳͍̋̓̽͊͊̓͠n̶̡̢̢͈̹̹̿̅̑͝ṱ̵̛͕̳͎̾̌͘ ̸̢͉̳̫̣̜͇̐͗̏̆́̌͠i̴̢̩̙̣̫̽͊̕n̷̙̞̄̏̀͑͘̕ ̷̡̗͖͔͍̿̆̉͗̾̈́h̵̳̹̻̜͇̿i̴̲͙͒̓̈́͑̒͂d̸̜̰͎̟͆̄͑͌͘͜i̴̡̖͙͔̞̲̋n̶̡͍̮̘̮͛́͠ͅg̷͚͈̓̇̆̊̎̚ ̸̥̥̼̒̾̉͆͂̍å̴͚͓͘n̶͓̆ͅỷ̶͔̱̄̉̃m̶̘͐̒̅̂͑͝o̴̡̻̖̹̬͌ŗ̶͍̜̭́̒̿́̄̚ȅ̷̠̥̜̬͚̺̘̓͆̆̄̈.̸̛̙̩̝̫̺̈́̌͆͑̎͆͜.

(jokes aside, we all know Jack and Mark gained their subs and fame for their talent and kindness because they’re genuinely amazing people)


edit: it looks like part of my theory looks like this specific theory that is absolutely amazing as well, but I don’t want it to look like I’ve stole it from the person who wrote it so I’m crediting them. if you haven’t read it, I suggest you do because it’s really good! @fandombandomrandom42 I just want to apologise again for making you think I stole this idea from your theory without crediting you :/

Why I Like You - Peter Parker

summary : Y/N is known to be ‘popular’ because of her looks, but no one knows just how sweet and smart she truly is. Except for Peter Parker.

word count : 1.7k+

warnings : nervous peter, shy peter, flustered peter,

pairing / characters : peter parker x reader, Liz Allen, Ned

prompt : “Could you write a Peter Parker imagine where the reader is like best friends with Liz and is really pretty and nice but she’s also super smart and Peter has a crush on her? I love your writing btw❤️ “ -anon

A/N : well thank you lovely anon! I hope I did this request justice. :D lol I hate this so much but I hope you guys like it.

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Originally posted by tom-is-bae

Everyone thought of Y/N as the prettiest girl in school, well next to Liz Allen she was the second prettiest girl in the school. Most people just liked her for her looks, but Peter Parker? He liked her because he knew that she was a kind, and smart girl on the inside.

Y/N stood with Liz in the lunch line, talking about her latest book idea. Liz nodded along, listening to her friend. She was kind of listening, but kept glancing behind her friend. A few feet away at a pretty empty lunch table, sat Peter Parker and his best friend Ned. Liz had noticed that the two boys were staring at them for quite some time.

When Y/N realized that Liz was barley paying attention to what she was rambling on about, she twisted her head and saw who she was staring at. Turing back around to Liz she said, “They’re staring at you again.” The lunch line moved up and you and Liz grabbed your food.

Liz chuckled. “No, Y/N/N, I think they’re staring at you.” Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend. They walked towards their usual lunch table and sat down. “You don’t believe me?” Liz tested.

Y/N shrugged. “I think you’re just a bit crazy, Liz. Everyone knows that those two boys over there like you. Not me. You.” Liz took Y/N’s tone as a challenge to see who was really correct. Getting up, Liz left the table and started to walk over to the two boys. “Liz! Liz what are you doing?” Y/N shouted. Her friend only winked back at her.

Liz sat down right in front of Peter and Ned, grabbing their attention quickly. They both paled instantly when they saw who sat in front of them. “U-uh, L-Liz. Wh-what are you doing over here?” Peter stuttered out.

Liz chuckled. “You see my friend over there?” She turned and looked at Y/N, who was hiding her face in her hands. “We’re having a little argument over whether the two of you like me or her. I can obviously tell that one of you likes her, but who?” Her voce trailed a little as her eyes scanned over Ned, who was just staring at Liz, so her eyes landed on Peter. “Do you like Y/N, Peter? Or do you like me?”

Peter gulped. “I- uh, I um..”

“He likes Y/N!” Ned shouted. Peter quickly looked at his friend, his face turning red. Y/N’s head snapped up at the shout of her name. Liz chuckled, thanking Ned and then going back over to her own table.

“I told you.” Liz smirked. Y/N rolled her eyes. “You better go over there and talk ‘to Peter, or I’m going to have to do it for you.”

Y/N shook her head quickly. “No, no, you have done enough Liz Allen. Quite enough.” Y/N slung her bag over her shoulder and stood up from her table. Giving Liz a playful glare she walked over to Ned and Peter, who were still shocked that Liz Allen had just talked to them, so when Y/N sat down at their table? They were even more petrified.

Peter snapped out of it quickly, when he saw her raise an eyebrow at the two of them. “Y-Y/N.” He stuttered. You had to admit to yourself, but he was probably the most adorable human being that you had ever met. “Do you, do you need something?”

Y/N shrugged. “Just came over here to apologize to you guys about Liz.” Peter shook his head.

“N-no need to apologize.” Y/N gave a small smile. Ned excused himself, saying something about a project he needed to finish. Both Peter and Y/N knew he was lying, but they let him leave anyways. Peter looked back at Y/N, his eyes going over all her features.

Y/N turned back to Peter and smiled. “Is what Ned said true? About you liking me?” She asked.

Peter froze. Oh god, the girl he liked was really asking him that question. He couldn’t just lie to her, he had to tell her the truth. “Yeah, it’s- it’s true.” He said slowly. Y/N smiled a little.

“Give me your phone real quick.” She said. Peter looked taken back, but he did it anyways. He handed the device to her and she quickly typed in her phone number and address. She handed it back to him with a smile. “Swing my apartment sometime, we could hang out.” She got up from the table and left.


A week went by before Peter took Y/N up on her offer for the two of them to hang out. It was Saturday afternoon, he had just finished his morning route as Spider-Man and decided to head over to Y/N’s. He changed quickly in the elevator, and then looked for Y/N’s apartment number. It took him a few minutes to find it, but eventually he did. Taking a deep breathe he knocked on the door and waited for it to open.

Y/N swung open the front door, not expecting to see Peter standing out in the hallway. “Oh, Peter. Hi, I didn’t know you were coming over.” Y/N said. “Come in.” She stepped to the side and let Peter walk in. “Sorry the place is kind of a mess right now, I was finishing up my art project and then I lost my power for a little bit.” Y/N started to ramble on but Peter just smiled and let her talk.

She was in sweats that had paints all over them and a baggy t-shirt that also had paint on it. She looked down at what she was wearing and blushed.

“I-uh, let me go shower real quick and then I’ll be right back.” She said. Peter nodded, letting her go get herself cleaned up while he sat on the couch. She had a pretty nice place, and in his opinion it wasn’t really messy.

It took Y/N roughly fifteen minutes to get herself cleaned up and dressed before she headed out towards the living room. She through her hair up in a messy bun, tucking stray hairs behind her ears. “I have some brownies in the fridge, do you want one?” She asked Peter as she opened up the fridge.

“Uh, yeah sure, thanks.” He said. Peter thought Y/N was pretty when she dressed up and put makeup on, but seeing her in just sweats, a tank top, and bare face? He thought she looked gorgeous. Y/N put a few brownies on a plate and walked over to the couch, putting the plate on the coffee table in front of her.

“So, what brings you by Pete?” She asked as she took a bite from a brownie.

Peter coughed. “I uh, just wanted to hang out with you? Since you know, you offered and everything, last week.” His eyes darted from her to his hands which were fidgeting with his sweater.

Y/N smiled. “I didn’t think you were actually going to come over, since it did take you a week and all.” She teased him. He gave her a nervous smile which only made her smile. “Well, let me order some pizzas, grab a few movies and drinks? That sound good to you?” Y/N asked as she pulled out her phone to dial the pizza place.

While they waited for the pizza and drinks to arrive, the two teens talked about school, movies, and of course, everyone’s favorite superhero. Spider-Man.

“He’s cool I guess.” Y/N said as she leaned against her couch cushions. She watched Peter’s expression harden.

“W-why do you say that?” Peter asked, shifting in his seat. Y/N knew she hit a nerve.

The girl shrugged. “Maybe because he keeps trying to go after people he shouldn’t.” Peter’s faced softened a bit. The way he was reacting to this made her thing that maybe he knew Spider-Man…. or maybe he is Spider-Man. Y/N went to say something but their was a knock on the door, making her get up. She grabbed about twenty dollars before opening the door. Outside in the hall stood the delivery guy, holding two large pizzas with a bottle of soda in a bag. Y/N and the delivery guy traded off items and parted ways.

Peter sat up and moved his feet from the coffee table. While Y/N got napkins and glasses for the drinks he began to take some pizza. y/N walked back over and handed him a glass full of Dr. Pepper. The two ate their pizzas in silence for a few minutes, before Peter spoke up.

“Who do you think is under the Spider-Man mask?” He questioned, glancing over at Y/N.

She shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe it’s some kid who doesn’t know what they’re doing.” Her voice trailed off and she looked Peter straight in the eye. “Or maybe it’s the person sitting in front of me.” Peter stopped chewing his food. He almost stopped breathing.

What was he going to say? Was he going to lie to her? Or tell her the truth? “Umm… I um…” He mumbled, not knowing what to say.

“Your bag wasn’t zipped all he way. And I pieced it together by the way you were reacting my to answer to your questions. Not that hard o figure out.” She took another bite of her pizza. Peter sat there, surprised that she just… figured it out. “Are you going to tell me I’m wrong, or can I take you silence as a yes?” Peter stayed silent. Y/N smirked to herself.

“You, I can’t believe you figured it out, wow. Um.. wow.” He stuttered.

“I’m a smart girl, I’m not dumb like everyone thinks I am.” Y//N stated.

Peter only smiled. “That’s why I like you.”

your love will be safe with me

pairing: Clint Barton x reader 

summary: Clint and reader are best friends. But is that all they are?

word count: 1200ish

warnings: light, blink and you’ll miss it angst + f l u f f 

a/n: This is a little something for my love @buckysberrie. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAR!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR BIRTHDAY AND YOUR FICS!! 

Title from Re:Stacks by Bon Iver.

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination


“I didn’t even realize you were slowly moving in until I noticed your stuff’s kind of… everywhere.” Clint motioned around the bedroom, directing a pointed stare your way.

You quirked a brow. “Is that a problem?”

He shrugged. “Not really. What man doesn’t want to live with their hot best friend?”

You snorted. “Please. You love living with me.”

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Admirer-CrankGameplays Imagine

Requested: Nope

Plot: Ethan has a crush on Y/N and during a stream he can’t help but smile as he watches them. Also, the chat can’t help but notice.

Warnings: None, just fluff

Paring: Ethan x NonGendered!Reader

Word Count: 947

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shanti-o  asked:

i usually hate these posts, because i get it, my birthday is special to literally no one on the internet but myself, so it's a dumb excuse to ask for shit, but, fuck it. it's my birthday and i'm depressed as fuck and college sucks so may i please ask you, my fandom dad, to just tell me about yuuri katsuki, anxious international student who is this close to deciding no, he can't actually do this college overseas thing, and victor nikiforov, who shows him how loved he didn't realize he is?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET BEAN.  i hope that you feel better throughout the day and that college gets better!! college was totally a void for me; i spent one year getting devastatingly trashed, and another three years Not Sleeping and trying to kill myself with work.  the good times i had in college are definitely punctuated and defined by how hard so much of it was to endure.  i’m rooting for you xx

and as far as anxious internationa studentl yuuri katsuki goes, he lives off of black coffee and spaghetti and basement pizza.  anxious international student yuuri katsuki is not doing great in classes, and maybe he doesn’t belong here, and he’s not the best at making friends, even though his one good friend and roommate, beautiful sunflower international student phichit claims all of the anonymous HEY YOU! shoutouts in the school newspaper talking about Cute Boy Asleep Under Table In Student Union Building or the Hotchkin Hall Hotass are referring to him.  beautiful sunflower international student phichit tries to get him to loosen up and takes him out to a party and gives him two blue pills with little dolphins on them that yuuri chases with a plastic cup of shitty sweet american lager, except instead of getting yuuri to loosen up, he ends up having a panic attack and laying down on the wet, cold concrete of the sidewalk outside just to feel something cool, which is how beautiful TA victor nikiforov finds him.  

it’s really embarrassing to talk to someone like beautiful TA victor nikiforov for the first time while soaked to the bone and rolling your nuts off.  yuuri has one class three days a week where victor helps, and yuuri always sits in the very back behind someone he’s sure stands at a height that makes participation on the school basketball team mandatory.  yuuri katsuki does not dare fly too close to the sun.  (maybe someday, he thinks, when they’re older they’ll both be at a conference together, and victor will recognize him across a crowded hotel lobby.  “you wrote those papers,” victor will say, “years and years ago.  i always drew smiley faces on the top in red marker,” because he does, and yuuri likes to pretend that he doesn’t do that with anyone else’s papers.)

despite what being in close proximity to beautiful TA victor nikiforov does to his heart rate, beautiful TA victor nikiforov manages to talk to him in a calm, engaging and funny way, and lets yuuri word vomit in return, and beautiful TA victor nikiforov eventually escorts yuuri back to the international house off campus.  

it is the next morning that yuuri realizes, with great shame, he must either change his major or leave the school entirely, because he cannot spend any more time in the presence of beautiful TA victor nikiforov.  

he ends up dropping the class and losing the credit.  he just can’t– he can’t go back to that class.  if he stays at this school past the end of the year, he’ll make the credit up somehow.  but right now he just, he can’t.  

it’s two and a half months later when he’s still there for winter break, not wanting to waste money on a flight home.  he’s walking through the slush to get dinner on christmas eve alone.  this is when he runs into beautiful TA victor nikiforov again.

beautiful TA victor nikiforov is very sad that anxious international student yuuri katsuki dropped his class! after yuuri left there was nothing to look forward to between one and three on mondays, wednesdays and thursdays!  why would you abandon me, yuuri? beautiful TA victor nikiforov (call me victor!) says, practically running him over when he sees yuuri across the street.  anxious international student yuuri katsuki doesn’t know what to say, except, “i’m going to get dinner, would you–?”

which is how they end up at a KFC at nine at night on christmas eve.  

“in japan, christmas is a romantic holiday,” yuuri says, realizing out loud.  “a lot of couples come to places like KFC, it just felt–”

“oh, is this a date, yuuri?” victor asks.  his voice sounds teasing, but when yuuri tries to jump up from the table and hide in a trash can, victor grabs his hand and looks him in the eye and it feels very serious.  “it’s okay if it’s a date, yuuri.”

“o-oh?” yuuri says.  

(and then, idk???? idk where i’m going with this.  yuuri does body shots of KFC gravy off of victor in the mens room?  like, why not, right? anyway, i hope you feel better!!) 

Kim Jongdae as: Your Best Friend

  • You two met through a close friend of yours who happened to be acquainted with Jongdae’s group of friends
  • Probably at a birthday party somewhere in your city 
  • You became close when he started talking about this catchy song on the radio
  • It was your favorite song
  • HONEY Y'ALL BECAME CLOSE SO FAST
  • He’s just so fun to be with and just so pleasant
  • Like there are times when he would be really loud and talkative
  • But there are those days when he would rather spend the whole day listening to soft music on the couch with you
  • Or maybe binge watching on your favorite TV shows 
  • And a box of pizza on the coffee table and a few cans of soda pop
  • When he’s on tour he always sends you selfies
  • Weird and funny ones
  • You could hear your phone vibrating in the middle of the night
  • Only to see Jongdae has sent you a picture of him picking his nose or some shit
  • No captions or explanations
  • Just the picture
  • You always go back to sleep confused but whateva
  • There are also times when he’d just send you a voicemail of him screaming????
  • “JongWAE sent a voice message”
  • *clicks*
  • “ANNYEONGGGGGGG!!!!!”
  • Just really a loud bastard
  • Phone calls are always full and active
  • He always have so much stories to tell and you are always excited to listen
  • Even his complaints are fun to hear so you just stay quiet and let him finish whining
  • Then constantly call him a whiney baby
  • But you love your whiney best friend
  • Also the way he tells the stories are hILARIOUS
  • There are even special effects just to fit the conversation
  • “So I was walking to my room, balancing 5 Starbucks cappuccinos in my right hand and a printer on my left, when BAAAMM! Chanyeol hit himself with a ball in a string”
  • He’s wildin 24/7
  • When he’s not on tour he always invites you to outings with the members
  • He always boasts you to the other members and it’s the cutest thing ever????????
  • “Did you guys know my best friend can bake a three layer cake while doing a cartwheel and 100 pushups with just one hand?”
  • “Jongdae, I can’t do that.”
  • “Yeah you can.. if you believe..”
  • Basically the best friend who got your back whenever you’re in deep shit
  • Won’t hesitate to save your ass in any situation
  • You need a ride home? He gotchu
  • Need money? Bitch he gotchu
  • Need to hide a dead body in the woods and burn it to ashes?
  • Well bitch… hE GOTCHU
  • Also won’t hesitate to beat the ass of the person who broke your heart
  • Um.. I want a Jongdae Best Friend..
❝ Do you really love him? ❞

Plot: You’re dating BamBam but he starts to become possessive. You break up with him and after several years you two meet again, but you’re in love with Yoongi. 

Pairing: Bambam x Reader - Yoongi x Reader

Words count: 3,2k+

Genre: Angst

For @ kim-hye-bul, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif aren’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“Do you want to be my girlfriend??”  

That phrase echoed into your head, making you just shiver. It was only seven months after that sentence, by one of the happiest and most loving moments of all time, but not everything had gone as you expected.  

Kunpimook had been the most unbridled suitor. He had spent almost four months flirting with you, for to have a yes. He knew the reasons for your behavior, after your last relationship your confidence in the male gender had fallen drastically.  

But he had not paid much attention to that and you saw it into his eyes. As he looked at you and just wanted you to be happy, that you were genuinely quiet with everything around you.  Yet he had not renounced. Messages, moments spent together because of the work that joined you, chats that lasted even hours.  

You were able to see that sweetness and insecurity that he hid behind many of his attitudes and maybe it was just that to make you, after four months, say yes.  

Your first date had been as simple as it was quiet. Not being able to really get out, due to the possibility of being seen by his fans, you had simply built a pillow fort on the roof of your house and you two had spent the evening watching the stars, eating pizza and talking about anything.  

You were happy.  

His first “I Love You” had arrived unexpectedly, for both of us. His shocked gaze when that confession had accidentally escaped from his mouth had made you realize that he had to feel those feelings for a while, but maybe he was too scared to get you out if he told you.  

Maybe it was the time when everything had changed.  

You watched your reflection in the mirror, the dark circles to remind you that they were days you couldn’t sleep well. The work was tiring, but it was the only way to be able to somehow escape his constant oppression.  

Touching the reflective surface, your fingers almost trembled at the feeling of cold glass against the warmth of your fingertips, you started asking yourself if all that suffering was worth the game that has been going on for more than two months.  

Your love for that boy so sweet and kind was worth the suffering that ate you alive? That suffering that he himself was giving you, consciously or unless it was?  

“Where are you going?”  

His voice caught you by surprise and your thoughts deviated totally, while a slight shiver crossed your back remembering you that your answer would not have liked.  

“It’s for work, Bam.. I have to attend an evening as a host. ”  

“Who will be there?”  

“My colleague will be Seventeen’s Seungcheol-ssi, you know him, right?”  

You couldn’t let the flicker fade out of your voice and he noticed, arched an eyebrow and stroked his lower lip with grace. You were conscious of what was happening into his mind, the script was always the same for weeks now. You couldn’t blame him, though, you blamed his insecurities that he’s kept hiding.  

Sighing you turned back towards the mirror, giving him your shoulders, beginning to smear a veil of foundation on your skin too clear. You did not like your skin or rather it disturbed you to be so pale, but you had an acceptance of yourself that many of your colleagues envied you.  

You were conscious of being a beautiful girl and you knew it was one of the things that had struck your boyfriend from the first moment. Maybe even that beauty was a bit of a cause of his behavior, you couldn’t really understand.  

The brush touched your skin lightly while his eyes almost pierced your shoulders, letting your stomach closing in a violent grip leaving you for a few moments breathless.  The countdown in your mind had already begun, but unexpectedly his anger arrived sooner than expected.  

“You’re not going anywhere.”  

“Kunpimook, it’s work,” you murmured and for the first time your tone was annoyed, which he did not delay to notice; “My work is as important as yours. You should start to give up a little bit. ”  

“Excuse me??”  

Sighing you put the brush on the table in front of you, facing towards him and immediately looking for his eyes. They were slightly wide open, a veil of disbelief to “color them” and the redness on his cheeks indicated that the level of anger was rapidly increasing. But this time you wouldn’t let him win on you.  

That was no longer a healthy relationship and that situation had to end.  

“I said you have to give up the grip, Kunpimook. You have become incredibly possessive and above all oppressive. ”  

“I hope you’re joking, Y/N.” He spat with annoyance, watching you from head to toe making a step towards you; “You are mine, you should know this.”  

“I am your girlfriend, not an object you own. The concept is different. ”  

“It doesn’t seem to me.”  

The tired smile that was painted on your lips was the last stage of the resignation. You knew that story was no longer your story, but just the obsession with that kid for you.  

You didn’t feel happier, not like the first few months, you felt trapped and almost suffocated under the weight of his accusing gazes, his caresses too rough and his kisses full of mixed feelings. He wanted to have total control over you and you were no longer willing to let.  

In silence, you turned and began to collect all your objects. The toothbrush, the brush, the creams, the little bag with your makeup products. There seemed to be little things in your arms, while without lending him the slightest attention you crossed him and entered the room that you two shared. It was your house but in that room, you shared everything with him, so that you started to consider it yours instead of your own.  

Your eyes pinched, but you wouldn’t let even a tear will run on your cheeks. At the bottom of the heart, you knew that he wasn’t so; he wasn’t a possessive boy. He was only young, naïve and perhaps in love for the first time. So you couldn’t really blame him and you kept repeating that little tantrum, just in your mind, starting to fill your suitcase.  

His shocked gaze followed every movement of yours, taken totally by surprise by what you were doing. You were also surprised by your own courage, but Seoul because of him had begun to oppress you. You had to get away from that house, away from that town, away from him.  

“What.. What are you doing? ”  

“I go away Bam..” You tried to say, ignoring the lump in your throat that almost choked you; “I’m going away for a while because I can’t stand it anymore.”  

“Y/N.. You’re mine, how can you think about going away? ”  

His sentence was the drop that made the vase overflow. All the anger, the frustration, the disappointment accumulated in those two months began to seethe within you and nothing was able to restrain you, no longer.  

“Yours? Yours?” The anger in your voice was almost a moral slap for him since you noticed him making some step back surprised; “I’m not your property, Bam. I’ve never been yours, that’s what you don’t understand. You can no longer distinguish that subtle line separating love from obsession. ”  

While your voice went higher with every word, you kept putting your clothes in the suitcase, making it back and forth from the closet so as to escape from that house soon.  

“I’m not an object, you can’t do that. I’m a person and I want to be treated as such. You realize how.. How did you treat me in these weeks? How did you talk to me? How did you control me? ” You asked, totally drained of all energy, stopping with your hands on the soft fabric of the suitcase and face towards him; “Have you ever stopped yourself for a second to look at how you’re reducing me? It’s not me as a person anymore, it’s like I’m just a shadow that’s forced to be hidden behind yours. It’s not life, it’s not a relationship. ”  

“Y/N, we’re wel–”  

“We’re not well Bam. You’re not well, you literally lost the sense of yourself and what we were at the beginning. This isn’t love, you don’t love me if you do this and I.. I don’t want this. I want someone to love me and stay close to me, not someone who just wants to control my life. I’m sorry. ”  

The sound of your phone was the thing that broke the silence created between you in those few minutes. He lowered his gaze, clenched his fists along his hips and without worthy of a single gaze he turned and stepped out of your room.  

You hear very well the slamming of the door and finally the wall that divided you from crying desperately collapsed. Your knees touched the floor after one second, you leaned your forehead against the edge of the bed and let the tears do their job. They had to simply wash away the pain that your heart was carrying within it for too long.  

Basically, tears take everything away, right?  

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boneless - lai guanlin

LAI GUANLIN SCENARIO

▹ word count: 1360 words
▹ summary:  you’ve been crushing on the cute guy who works at your favorite pizza place for a while, but you’re too scared to actually make a move. when your best friend dares you to talk to him, things don’t go quite the way you were hoping…

  • you love pizza
  • like really. it’s so good, and there’s this great place near your house
  • you and your best friend go there every week because its so good
  • okay that might be a lil lie
  • yeah the food is good, but the real reason that you go all the time is because of the cute guy who worked there

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The Care and Keeping of Your Alien Baby

by: mldrgrl
Rated: PG
Summary: portrait of an alien baby baby mama and alien baby baby daddy

With Scully on maternity leave and Mulder with all the time in the world, the only thing he could think to do was show up at her apartment early in the mornings and leave late into the night.  She didn’t seem to mind…much.  He made excuses for it, called it boredom, but the truth was, since her brief little hospital stint, he was terrified of not being there if something went wrong.

Scully was hellbent on what the pregnancy books he’d been reading called “nesting.”  She cleaned cupboards, or tried to, but her belly always seemed to be in the way and since Mulder kept insisting he was there to help, not to be a nuisance to her, she put him to work.  So, he cleaned cupboards and emptied the little spare room under her scrutiny and supervision, boxing up books and knick knacks to take to goodwill later in the week.  He painted the walls a soft eggshell, questioning why it wasn’t pink or blue or seafoam green or sunshine yellow, but she shook her head and insisted on eggshell.

The crib she ordered came in a box, the instructions with it came in French.  Mulder sat on the floor in the freshly painted, sparsely furnished spare room and metaphorically scratched his head as he studied the drawings of little wooden pieces that didn’t seem to fit where they were supposed to.  

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Tutors brother: C.G

So today, since I’ve got so little to do and well so much time on my hands since it’s the long weekend here in Australia I’m gonna do a couple of imagines for you guys. So here we go


It was a Thursday afternoon and you were going back to the Gallagher house for tutoring with Lip, so you had to walk with Debbie and Carl. Carl was talking about how Dominique dumped him for some college guy, he seemed destroyed by it. You quietly said “Carl, she isn’t worth it. You could do so much better.” He laughed “You really think so Y/N? Why would any fucker want a guy who was convicted for drugs not even a year ago?” You mumbled “Cause well even if you’ve been in juvie doesn’t define who you are.”

Debs asked “Why are you so quiet today Y/N?” You said “Just thinking tbh.” You thought ‘Why is Carl so caught up on Dominique when I’m here. I could be a fucking perfect girlfriend for him, she didn’t deserve him. He deserves so much fucking better than her.’ You’ve liked Carl for quite some time, even before he went to juvie. It was a quiet few minutes before you three arrived at the Gallagher house, you walked in behind Debbie and Carl.

You walked into the kitchen and saw Lip, you felt a smile rise on your face, Lip was your best friend. He knows the whole thing about you liking Carl, he know more about you then well you do yourself. You said “Phillip Gallagher would you look at that. The college man is back.” He smiled “Always here on a Thursday afternoon to see my favorite best friend.” You laughed “Bring it here boy.” He walked over and hugged you “So what are we working on today Y/N?” You said “Hmm, I need some help on algebra and need a plan for getting pizza.” You and Lip always had a code name for your crushes, Carl’s is pizza cause well you love pizza, Carl loves pizza everyone loves pizza.

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Fuck boy || Ethan Dolan

SUMMARY - Ever found yourself talking to a fuck boy? If so, this should be familiar. (part 2 if requested)

WARNING - PG-13? i mean this is just typical high school bullshit with a happy ending (in a part 2). some dirty talk and touching thoooooo (just a lil)

WORD COUNT - 2754k WOAH

AUTHOR’S NOTE - I MIGHT DO A PART 2????  I CAN SEE GRAY ACTING LIKE THIS BUT NOT ETHAN BUT I WANTED TO DO ETHAN AND IDK IF ITS GOOD?????

REQUESTS - OPEN

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anonymous asked:

hilarious typo prompt starters: Jon: "Damian, I really want your duck."

I thought about it, and it was funnier the other way so you get this

Jon Kent stared out the window of his 10th grade social studies class. He wasn’t really paying attention. It didn’t matter Mr. Henderson had been teaching this class since the dawn of time, and it didn’t seem like he’d updated his lesson plan since the 80s. Jon flicked his eyes over at the balding old teacher, but he was still writing on what had to be the very last chalkboard in the school. Jon sighed and looked back out the window, idly using his super vision to pick out birds miles up in the sky.

Jon gave a little start as he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. It was a text and almost at once Jon knew who it was from. He had lots of friends but they were all in school, they might text him from school, but it was much more likely to be his boyfriend. At 17 Damian should have been a senior in high school. However Damian Wayne didn’t do school, Jon rolled his eyes at the very thought of how Damian talked about going to school. 

Jon glanced up at Mr. Henderson but the old man was fully engrossed in his notes. Jon reached into his pocket and fished out his phone flipping it over and toggling the button on the side that lit up the screen and read.

Damian: I want your duck

Jon stared at the message confused. The Kent Farm raised chickens but there weren’t any ducks on the farm. Unless it was a typo Jon thought his brows knit together, what could Damian had meant to say? Jon’s eyes went wide as it clicked in his head what his boyfriend myst have wanted to say. He sat up straighter looking around suddenly worried someone was reading over his shoulder. None of his classmates were looking at him and Mr. Henderson was still droning on about the cotton gin. 

Jon looked back at the message staring at it for a long time before punching the button that turned off the screen and stuffing the phone back in his pocket hastily. He looked straight ahead sitting stiffly trying to control his breathing and stuff down the rising panic. Sure he and Damian had talked about it when they’d started dating a few months ago. It had been a kind of vague talk sure, but Jon thought they’d agree to wait. Damian had seemed okay with it at the time, but Damian was older, 17 to Jon’s 15 maybe he was tired of waiting.

Jon nearly jumped out of his skin when the bell rang and he grabbed his stuff and almost ran from the classroom. Gym was good because mostly Jon had to run and jump and do stuff that meant he couldn’t think about it. Every down minute though Jon’s mind wondered to the problem. Sure he knew the general mechanics of it, he was a teenage boy after all he’d watched porn, even if he wasn’t totally sure how realistic it was. His mom had given him a birds and bees speech when he was 11, and a revised one when he came out to her when he was 13. He’d done his best to block out both of those horribly awkward talks. 

Jon had to quickly stop thinking about who would play what role to keep from getting embarrassed in front of most of his gym class, his shorts weren’t very forgiving. Jon was terrified as he headed to lunch, he was sure he wouldn’t be any good at it. Damian would be disappointed, it’d be awkward and what if it hurt, or worse if he hurt Damian. He honestly had no idea what Damian liked. Jon slumped down on a seat at an empty table, he needed the whole lunch break to think about this. He’d barely taken out his sandwich when Leslie plunked her food tray down in front of him.

“Okay Jon what’s eating you, you got that face on” She said as she sat down. “What? nothing!” Jon did his best to look indignant. Leslie looked at him and blew her blonde hair out of his face. “It’s the boyfriend again isn’t it” She said before picking up the lunch room pizza and taking a bite. “What! No!” Jon did his best to puff himself up. She just raised and eyebrow and he deflated. “Maybe” he admitted in a quiet voice. “Okay so what is it?” She asked her mouth full. 

“uh I think he might want to do… stuff, together” Jon looked away feeling his cheeks burn, he’d always been very bad at talking about this kind of thing. “Hm” Leslie said “okay what’s the problem?” Jon spluttered. Then he stopped, after all his worrying he found that, really all that stuff didn’t bug him that much, he kind of wanted to. He’d always assumed his first time would be with Damian, vaguely he’d figured it’d happen before the end of the school year. “I… he was really kinda blunt about it, you know?” Jon looked at his friend who nodded. “Just, I want it to be special? it made me feel like… a side of meat” Leslie nodded again. 

“I get that” she said considering him. “Jon you’re a prince, and he better know that”

“ah shut up” Jon said waving away her teasing. “No really, you tell him that if he wants the goods you need some, consideration. But hey no one is perfect, cut him a break he’s a boy and you guys suck with feelings, I bet he just couldn’t figure out a better way of putting it” Jon thought about it. Damian was famous for saying the wrong thing, for being too blunt. Leslie was right, Damian wouldn’t have thought how it sounded it, he just was clueless that way. Jon let out a sigh “thanks you’re a life saver” He said. “I know it, so you gonna talk to him?” 

“uh” Jon felt a cold sweat break out. “come on text him” she pushed. “Okay!” Jon fished out his phone and texted “Come over this afternoon” His parents would both be away in case Damian really wanted it to happen right away. Jon prayed he didn’t. 

Jon sat nervously in his room, he was sitting on the bed bunching the sheets in his fists over and over. He’d checked 8 times that the box of condoms his dad insisted he have was still in his underwear draw along with an unopened bottle of lube. Damian waked in looking totally cool, how can he look so claim? Jon thought desperately. Jon patted the spot next to him on the bed and Damian sat down and leaned in for a kiss. Jon took a sharp in take of breath and held up his hand, it couldn’t start already! He thought in a panic.

Damian looked at him confused. Jon cleared his throat “uh Damian? could you um.. I got something to say and it’s gonna be hard so could you just let me get it all out before you say anything?” Damian looked worried now but nodded. “um okay, thanks” Jon went on “So you’re really important to me. I love you, and yeah I know we’re young and all that stuff but I think, right now I want to be with you for the rest of my life. A part of that is um..” Jon felt himself blushing and had to look away from Damian to go on “having sex” he managed. “And they’re no one I’d rather do that for the first time with then you. But your text, um, it was… I know you can be blunt and you’re not really a touchy feely kinda guy. But I think I need that stuff, at least for this, I mean if you can be… uh romantic? then sure we can do that but you need to know that’s really important to me.” 

Jon looked back at Damian who had a look of total confusion and bewilderment on his face. “What?” Jon said feeling a panic rise, had he messed everything up? “Kent” Damian said very slowly “what are you talking about?” Jon blinked a few times. “Your text” he said digging out his phone and flashing the message at Damian. “It’s a typo” Damian said flatly. “well yeah I thought that duck was a typo for… that you wanted my umm dick” Jon whispered the last looking around like they weren’t alone. “Truck” Damian said still in a flat voice. “What?” Jon looked at his boyfriend confused. “I was asking to barrow your parent’s truck” Damian said with a slight smile “Grayson and Todd need it for a project” 

Jon’s face burned “you mean you don’t want to…” Damian laughed “I mean not right at this moment in time my love” He said. Jon slumped forward and buried his face into Damian’s shoulder “Oh thank god” he mumbled and Damian laughed again rubbing Jon’s back in small circles.