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IMAGINE YOUR OTP #18
  • <p> <b>Person A:</b> I feel like this is a one-sided relationship.<p/><b>Person B:</b> What?? No!<p/><b>Person B:</b> It's a three-sided relationship.<p/><b>Person A:</b> ??<p/><b>Person B:</b> you<p/><b>Person B:</b> me<p/><b>Person B:</b> and the memes<p/></p>
  • Person A: </b> I think [Person B] is the one for me<p/><b>Person A:</b> S/he saw my cellphone pictures and said s/he still loved me regarldless of my fandoms.<p/><b>Person C:</b> What do you have in your phone?<p/><b>Person A:</b> *shows cellphone pictures to C*<p/><b>Person C:</b> *Sweating* O-Okay…I think s/he's the one for you… *backing up* N-No, please stay where you are^^'<p/></p>
You Found Me - Jeff Atkins

Title: You Found Me

Person: Jeff Atkins

Warnings: mention of his accident, angst, like 2 cuss words

GIF IS MINE but i guess it’s not working

When you started dating someone your freshman high school, you never thought you’d call him the love of your life. However, Jeff was different than the guys you’ve gone out with. He was a jock, specifically involved with baseball, but he wasn’t cocky or an ass. He was genuinely concerned about others before himself, a quality that you fell for.


It all ended that summer night. You knew Jeff, he was smart enough to know how much he can handle. You had seen him just before he left, a cup of soda in hand. He kissed you goodbye, went to get beer but never came back. The cops said his death was because he was drunk, but you knew otherwise.


Everyone was walking on eggshells around you at school, being careful not to say the wrong thing, except for Clay and Hannah. It was your first day back after taking a few days off. You open your locker, taking a deep breath. Swinging the door open, you’re greeted with a photo of you and Jeff, the one you both loved. Running your fingers over the photo, you remember the night you took it. You’re too focused on the photo to see Hannah and Clay walking towards you. They stop, looking at you. Hannah had mouthed something to Clay, telling him to stay put. She places a hand on your arm, causing you to turn towards her, now sobbing into her shoulder. She pulls you into a reassuring embrace, now waving Clay over.

“He really loved you, you know.” Clay told you.

You nod, a tear running down your face.

“I know, but he wasn’t drunk. I know Jeff. He was responsible and smart. Not an idiot.” You sighed, wiping under your eyes.

“(Y/N),” Hannah began to say, “I know what happened.”

“Tell me.”

“(Y/N), you shouldn’t-”

“Tell me, please.” You begged, your voice breaking.

“Before Jeff left for the beer run, he had asked Sheri to move her car. I needed a ride home so I went with her. My phone had died, so I was going to use hers to tell my parents I’d be spending the night at her place. She was driving as she was digging through her purse trying to find it. She looked down for a minute and when she looked back up, she slammed on the brakes and hit right into the stop sign. It had fallen over, so we both got out of the car to see if there was any damage. I told her we need to call the police to report that a stop sign had fallen over. She got flustered with me and drove away. I walked to the nearest gas station and used a phone to report where it happened and they told me that police had already been dispatched. I thought Sheri had call them…”

“It was me,” Clay interjected. “I called them. I had, um, I found Jeff.”

“Son of a bitch.” You chuckled in disbelief, shaking your head before walking away.

“(Y/N), wait a second,” Clay said, catching up to you. “They found this on Jeff the night of the accident. He told me about it, he wanted to give it to you that night. The paramedics dropped it when they, uh, when they moved him.”  Clay’s hand dug into his backpack, pulling out a box with your name on it. You opened it, revealing a promise ring. Jeff had told you that he’d get you one, but you never thought he was serious. You breath hitched in your throat, tears rushing to your eyes faster than before.

“Thank you, Clay. I needed this.” All Clay did was smile slightly back to you, letting you go and do what you needed to: confront Sheri.


The bell rang, dismissing you from your economics class that you had with the girl who killed your boyfriend. You couldn’t look at her, it physically made you sick. You were forced to work with her but instead you worked by yourself. Why work with the person who killed the person you loved the most?

You walked out of the classroom, heading towards the parking lot when a familiar voice stops you.

“(Y/N), wait.” You continue walking, even picking up the pace a little bit. Sheri was desperate you guess, she ran up in front of you, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.

“What could you possibly want, Sheri?”

“Are you mad at me for some reason?”

You rolled your eyes and kept walking. Don’t make a scene, she’s not worth it. Sheri repeated her moves once again, however you walked around her.

“(Y/N)-”

“You want to know why I’m mad at you? Is that what you really want?”

“Why don’t want we talk about this on the ride home, I’ll drive you.” She told you as she started walking.

“So you can knock down a stop sign and cause someone else’s boyfriend to get into a car accident? No thanks.” You yelled to her, your arms folded across your chest.

She turns around with a shocked look painted on her face. Everyone began crowding around you guys, almost as if a fight were about to go down. So much for not making a scene.

“You hit into a stop sign, knocking it over and you didn’t even bother to call the police. You needed to get away or go home because when you’re with your dad, you have a curfew right? Because of your reputation, you didn’t want to be held responsible or be known as ‘the girl who hit a stop sign.’ My boyfriend went on a beer run that night, sober. He was drinking soda before he left. So on his way back when he went through that intersection, he collided with someone because you didn’t have the decency to report the stop sign.”

Everyone around you started whispering, their eyes never leaving you or Sheri.

“(Y/N)-”

“You wanna know what was found in his pocket that night?” You asked, pulling the promise ring out of your coat pocket. “He got me a promise ring. He told Clay that he was going to give it to me later that night. He planned on leaving early with me. We were supposed to go to one of the cliffs overlooking the water. Right then, he was going to give it to me. But because of your ignorance, I’ll never get to have another memory with the one person in this school who made me feel like the only person on the planet.” You paused, wiping a stray tear from your eye. “Screw you, Sheri.”

anonymous asked:

do you know any good angsty septiplier fics? preferably without smut

Ummmm it’s been forever since I’ve read/written a Septiplier fic but I’ll try

Good Men Go To War by me

Personal Information by me

Rooftop by @galaxyghosty

If You’re Not Alright by Elgan

You Are Here by GalaxyGhosty

These Ghosts Love Us Soundly by GalaxyGhosty

Sorry that most of these fics are super old (like from 2015 at the earliest) but like I said it’s been literal years since I’ve read Septiplier fanfiction. Hope you like these!

anonymous asked:

Do u know of any more #proof that ritz cracker and melchi are hella gay?

in the play he says “i’ve been feeling odd since christmas” to melchi i think he’s feeling the gay™

he tells melchi to “unbutton his waistcoat” just some friendly concern

they describe puberty as “the masculine itch” which is p damn gay to me

personally i think moritz is so scared of his dreams and thinks theyre abnormal bc they’re with men which was unheard of around that time

“please touch me” moritz stiefel to melchior gabor (but like no homo tho)

moritz’s ghost wants to hold melchi’s hand

“it was only my old devotion. i’d spend a whole lifetime of tears and misery, if i could walk by your side again.” moritz’s ghost explaining why he wants melchi to die and join him as a ghost

plus basically all touch me choreo

me: excuse me why arent u constantly worried about me and checking up on me every second?????? i am sending INTENSE vibes here u should be comforting me?????????? CLEARLY you hate me

person: *actually does constantly worry ab me and check up on me*

me: um wtf……… get off my back and let me self destruct lol dont pretend like you care

Person; Ok so you ship sebaciel, with whom else do you ship Sebast-
Me: I don’t think you understand.
Person: What do you mean?I mean ok you shi-
Me: I DON’T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND.
Person:…..wha-
Me: My OTP….sebaciel….OTP…..repeat after me
Person: Oh
Me: yeah.

me logging on to facebook

person i don’t know: hey
person i don’t know: HEY
person i don’t know: tim?
person i don’t know: TIM HEY
person i don’t know: REPLY
person i don’t know: ANSWER ME
person i don’t know: NOTICE ME SENPAI
person i don’t know: TIM HEY

note: this does not work and only makes me mad