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Before It’s Too Late (part 1)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none…. yet.

A/N: I have a thing for friends turn to lovers so here’s another one :) Hope ya like. Also I got my first piece of hate guys!! Does that make me legit now? Do all the cool, awesome writers get hate??

“You doin’ okay?” Bucky questioned as he sat down on your bed, a bag of Cheetos in his hands.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” you nod, looking over your shoulder before looking back at the paper in front of you. With your head in your hands and your elbows resting on your desk, you sigh.

“Your brain is gonna pop if you continue to think hard like that.” the brunette spoke before munching on a Cheeto.

“I really have to get this done, Buck.” you let out another deep sigh while turning around to face him.

Bucky Barnes. The man you have been in love with since your junior year of high school and now that you’re a junior in college, that makes it about 5 years. 5 years. You had met him your freshman year of high school when you had a panic attack upon entering the high school campus, being overwhelmed by the new scenery and older kids - that you didn’t know - that were attending as well. He came up to you, calming you down and reassuring you that high school was going to be fine. It helped and the two of you found out that you had first period together. You’ve been inseparable since.

“Get what done?” he reclined back, shoes kicked off as he got comfortable.

“My creative writing professor wants us all to write a two to three paged paper on the time we felt the most pain in our lives. She wants us to really dig deep into it, put a lot of feeling in it but I’m blank. I can’t think of anything.” you explain while running your fingers through your messy hair.

“How much time do you have to write it?” Bucky questioned.

“Two days. She said she was giving us extra time so we wouldn’t feel rushed. She really wants us to get in depth about it.” you respond.

Bucky closes the bag of Cheetos and sits on the edge of your bed. “The most pain you’ve felt in your life… hmm..”

He looked up into the corner of your room as he tapped his chin. After a few seconds, you sigh. “I’ll just write about the time I fell off my roof and how my thigh got impaled by that broken glass.”

Bucky winced. “I remember that day. I tried grabbing you, ya know.”

“You didn’t even notice that I fell until I screamed.” you roll your eyes.

“I was trying to get your damn Christmas lights up, woman.” you chuckle, shaking your head as you tap your pen on the desk. “But you survived and you’ve got a killer scar too.”

“Shut up, you’re annoying.”

He smiles, flashing you his pearly whites and you turn around, back to your paper.

“Just write about that, I’m sure you’ll do great. You’re an amazing writer.” he spoke from behind you. Thank god your back was to him or else he would’ve seen you blush.

“Alright, alright. Stop being so nice, it’s gross.”


The two days were up and you turned in your paper before walking to your car with Clint who was also in your creative writing class.

“How do you think you did?” he asked, pulling a juice box out of his backpack.

“Uh… decent. I guess.” you shrug.

Clint turned his head to you and quirked an eyebrow. “Just decent?”

“Well it wasn’t my best work but I couldn’t think of anything else to write.” you tell him.

“What did you write about?”

“The time I fell off my roof and had my thigh impaled by broken glass.”

Clint rolled his eyes. “That was six years ago, Y/N. Stop bringing it up.”

“I had to go to the hospital!”

“You sound just like Vince Vaughn’s character from Couples Retreat when he keeps bringing up the fact that he got bit by shark when really, he cut himself while climbing up the latter to get on the boat.” he says, sipping from the juice box.

“But I got seriously injured. I had to go to the hospital so that they could get the shard of glass out of my thigh because it was way in there.”

“Whatever, Dave.” Clint calls you the name of the character and you burst out laughing.

Once it dies down, you look over at Clint. “I know my truth.” you say, causing Clint to laugh. “Alright, back to a serious note. What did you write about?”

“I wrote about the time my dog died.”

“What do- Scruffy?”

“Yep.”

“But you hated Scruffy.”

Clint let out a dramatic sigh as his left arm flopped to his side. “Yeah but he used to eat all my broccoli and now when I visit my parents I have to eat them.”

You chuckle. “You’re such a child.”

Before he could respond, you heard a deep voice shout your name, causing you to stop walking and turn around. Bucky ran over to you, cutting across the green grass as he held the straps of his backpack. He stopped in front of you, bent over and breathing heavily.

“What’s up, Naruto?” Clint smiled, causing the brunette to glare up at him.

Bucky stood up and pushed his hair away from his face. “I need your help.”

“With?”

“I have a date with a girl from my history of art class.” he smiled.

That was another thing. Whenever he had dates, you would help him get ready for it. It sucked, yeah but he never went on a second date with any of them. “She was insane,” he’d say, or, “she was already talking about marriage!”

Something was always wrong with the girls he went out on dates with which gave you hope. Maybe you had a chance? If you ever got the courage to confront him about your feelings.

Pfft, yeah right.

“Okay.” you nod.

“I’m telling ya, she’s the one.”

You scoff. “That’s what you say about all of them.”

“I know, I know but I have a good feeling about her. I can feel it in my bladder.” he replied and Clint laughed.

“Are you sure you just don’t have to go to the bathroom?”

Bucky gives him a harsh look. “Don’t you have go complain about how you don’t have a girlfriend, Barton?”

“Ooo, look at my like that again. I think I just got aroused.” Clint shimmied and Bucky playfully rolled his eyes before laughing.

“Alright, meet me at the apartment.” you say, digging your keys out of your pocket.

“Can you just take me? I rode my skateboard to campus today.” he turns around to show you his skateboard which was hanging out of his backpack.

You smile. “Sure, Bucky. Hop in.” he smiles back at you before shrugging his backpack off. You turn to Clint. “I’ll see you later.”

Clint leans in close, whispering; “You still haven’t told him that you’re in love with him?”

You pull away and slap his arm. “Clint! Shh!”

“Ow!” he rubs the spot. “Sorry, Nat told me you were gonna tell him soon!”

“Tell who, what soon?” Bucky asked from behind you, causing you to jump.

“Y/N was gonna tell Sam that he should stop wearing socks with sandals on dates because it’s unappealing.” Clint responds smoothly and you silently thank him.

Bucky chuckles. “Ew, I know right? I always tell him to put sneakers on or somethin’ but he never listens.”

Clint smiles, pursing his lips as he rocked back and forth on his feet. “Well I’m gonna go, Vision said he rearranged our snack cabinet and threw out old ones so now I need to see if he threw away my Twinkies.”

You nod, both you and Bucky saying goodbye before hopping in your car and driving off.


You pull up to your apartment building and park before getting out. You lived with Wanda and Nat both whom you met your freshman year of high school. Natasha punched a guy in the face for making fun of the dress you had worn to school and Wanda made you laugh when you came into class crying. You all have been so close since.

Bucky also lived in the same apartment building as the three of you. He lived with Steve and Sam. You also met them your freshman year. Bucky introduced you to them. Steve had been his childhood friend and he met Sam through Steve. Come to think of it, you met your other friends, Peggy, Tony, Clint, Bruce and Vision your freshman year too. All of you were such a tight bunch, like family.

You, Wanda and Nat decided to move into the apartment building right off campus in the beginning of your junior year and once you told Bucky about it, he convinced Steve and Sam to move into the apartment building with him. “I want to be close to you,” was his reason. Bucky was a clingy person.

They lived just down the hall from the three of you. There was a lot of apartments to fill considering most of the people who lived there were seniors and had graduated.

Peggy lived in the dorms with her two roommates Cynthia and Pepper. Tony lived in the dorms as well with Bruce and Clint bunked with Vision. They all wanted the college experience, living in dorms and all but both Tony and Bruce were thinking about moving into an apartment due to all the shit they own.

You get to the door and look over at Bucky. “Open it.”

“You have a key.”

“I don’t wanna get it out.”

“Well, neither do I.”

You almost buzzed your apartment before remembering that Natasha was with Bruce and Wanda was at softball practice. Your finger circles before landing on Bucky’s apartment number, buzzing it.

“Who is it?” Sam voice comes out of the speaker in a sing-song tune.

“Y/N, open up.”

“Why yes, of course.” There’s a buzzing sound and you pull the door open, the both of you walking in.

You ride the elevator up to your floor and walk into Bucky’s apartment, being greeted by Steve and Sam. “Hey Y/N.”

“Hey guys,” you smile. “What’s crack-a-lackin’?”

Sam shrugs. “Nothing much. All I did was score a date with Cynthia!”

You rush up to him and take him by the shoulders. “You’re joking right?! Are you serious? Please tell me you’re being serious.”

Sam laughs. “I’m being serious.”

You thrust your fist in the air. “Finally!” you bream. “Now I can finally come here without hearing you talk on and on about how you’re gonna ask her out.”

“Hey!”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Bucky pulls you to him. “Leave her alone, she’s helping me get ready for a date.”

“Who’s the unlucky girl?” Sam questioned and Bucky shot him a look before relaxing.

“Kristen, from my history of art class.” he responds.

“No way! The girl you’ve introduced us to?” Steve exclaimed and Bucky nods with a smile playing at his lips.

“Hey! How come you’ve never introduced me to her?” you turn to Bucky.

“Wanted to make sure she was good enough to bring home to you. Wouldn’t want my best girl to meet some asshole now would I?” he grinned, draping his arm over your shoulders.

“But I met you.”

His smile drops as Sam and Steve burst out laughing. Bucky pouts and moves away from you. “When you’re done being a meanie, I’ll be in my room waiting.”

He turns and walks into his room, shutting his door behind him. You turn to Steve and Sam as their laughter dies down and Steve gives you a sad look.

“You okay?”

“Why would she be okay? The love of her life is going on a date with someone.” Sam responds in a whisper.

“ ‘The love of my life’? That’s a bit of a stretch, don’t ya think?” you scoff.

“You love him, don’t you?”

“Yeah but-”

“Then I rest my case.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “I’m gonna go. Peace out losers.” you say, throwing up the peace sign as you made your way to Bucky’s room.


A/N: I got some issuessssssss. So here’s the first part, I hope ya like. Tell me what ya think and if there’s any mistakes I’ll fix it when I wake up :)

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I was in the library doing hw because I don’t have friends 😂, and this guy entered and he had the most beautiful eyeliner. He had make up and he was cute!! So I was staring at his making wondering how can he do that when I can’t even walk straight. So he noticed and he was ashamed and he told his friend “See? This was a bad idea. I’m going to take it off.” And in my awkwardness I manager to stood up and tell him “oh no, you’re gorgeous. It looks so good!!!” And he blushed and was like “thanks” ashamed and his friend was smirking proudly.

Just want to tell this story.

The Ballad of Steve the Barbarian

We had a new player once. He decided “Hey cool, barbarians sound awesome. I want to be a barbarian trapper. I shall regale you with his antics :

1. Upon entering a dense forest in search of some Kobolds who were preparing to attack a nearby town, Steve rolls perception and spies a deer. He’s bringing up the rear and veers away from the party. We find him later, playing checkers with a band of Pixies in a clearing. Apparently he had rolled a Nat 20 for animal handling and the deer led him here. The deer is nearby just watching. Everyone in the circle turns to look at the party.

Steve : Oh hey guys. These are my friends.

The rest of the party : *Bewildered stare*

Steve : We can’t really talk to each other. But I’ve named them. This little guy is Peter. That one is Vicky. And that little bugger over there is Steve Jr. I’ve always wanted a Steve Jr.

Tiefling rogue : Uh… Steve… We have a mission.

Steve : Oh! Right! *looks at the pixies* Bye guys! We’ll catch up later.

Dwarf Cleric : You sure you’re not a druid?

2. Steve was with the party in a goblin cave. He’s a bit ahead scouting as a meatshield/warning bell. After a few moments we no longer hear him moving ahead of us. We stop, the rogue stealths ahead to find Steve in a side store room sitting at a table with a few goblins. They’re playing some form of poker on a rickety table of explosive powder. Steve is smoking a pipe we’ve never seen before. The rogue brings the party up.

Steve : (in goblin) Oh don’t mind them. Those are my friends. (To the party) Hey guys! Check it out. These dudes are super cool!

The goblins smile and wave.

Tiefling Rogue : Steve… We need to have a chat.

Steve : Sure. What’s up?

Tiefling Rogue : Okay first of all, We think you have a wandering problem. And a gaming problem. Where the hell did you get that pipe? And you -DO- realize we’ve been paid to kill these goblins right?

Steve : Aww… But these dudes are super cool! See? We’re playing poker.

Rogue : Steve. We have to kill them.

Steve : Shame… *turns to the goblins while unlimbering his great axe, aptly named The Axe of Steve* Look fellas. I’m really sorry about this.

3. After arriving at a local farming community and meeting some locals, Steve wanders off to set some traps to check in the morning. The farmers have agreed to purchase anything he catches. It’s been a rough harvest season. The next morning he goes to check the traps. Alone. And finds an owl bear.

Steve : Oh man. Check you out! What a magnificent beautiful bastard you are! (ooc) I’d like to roll animal handling to see if we can be friends. *rolls a Nat 1*

There is a cairn stone in the clearing where we found him with the Pixies. Steve died that day. The owl bear proved to be too much for his gentle nature.

Beanies and Negotiations (Part 2)

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

Part one here

Anon requests: Could you PLEASE do a second part for beanies and negotiations?! I loved it!!

Another part for beanies and negotiations! Puh-lease

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Archie observes Jughead and (Y/N)’s relationship, and realizes it’s not just his beanie that Jughead lets (Y/N) wear

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,033

A/N: ah you guys I’m so happy you’re enjoying my writing! I wasn’t planning on writing a second part for this piece, but since it was requested I wrote it for you guys. I was also gonna queue this and have it published later, but I’m so excited for you guys to read this! Enjoy!


Although he and Jughead had recently hit a rough patch in their relationship, Archie Andrews considered himself one of Jughead’s closest friends.  He also liked to believe that he knew his friend pretty well.  So when he saw (Y/N) roaming the halls wearing Jughead’s beanie, he was ecstatic.  He rushed through the school to find his friend.  In the lounge, Jughead stood with his arms crossed and raven hair exposed.

“Dude!” Archie exclaimed as he sauntered over to Jughead.  “Finally!”

“What are you talking about?” Jughead questioned, eyes narrowed.

“(Y/N), of course!” Archie answered.  “You asked her out, right?”  Jughead shifted and uncrossed his arms.

“No,” he scoffed, but his voice wavered a bit.  “Why would you think that?”

“Because she’s wearing your beanie,” Archie stated like it was obvious.  “The last time you took that thing off is when you proposed to her when we were six.”

“We were six,” Jughead emphasized, slightly leaning forward.

“But you like her,” Archie said.  Jughead opened his mouth to reply, but no smart remarks came out.  Instead, he closed his mouth and looked away from Archie, sighing.  “Ask her out, man.”  Pursing his lips, Jughead shook his head and walked away.  Archie sighed and turned around, spotting Veronica and Betty waving at him.

“Archie!” Veronica called, beckoning him over.  He moved to the couch they were sitting at and stood in front of the two girls.

“Yes?”

“You’ve seen (Y/N) wearing Jughead’s hat, too, right?” she asked.  Archie nodded.

“I don’t get it though,” he said.  “He never takes that thing off.  I asked Jughead if he asked her out, but he said no.  I figured she’d be wearing it because of that, since last time she wore Jughead’s beanie-”

“He proposed to her,” Betty finished, and Archie nodded.  All three of them simultaneously sighed.

“God he looked so smitten yesterday,” Veronica groaned.  Archie sent her a questioning look.  “Betty and I were at Pop’s yesterday, and we saw Jughead and (Y/N) there.  She had stolen his beanie and he was trying to get it back, but he was enjoying it. I swear he could barely contain his smile.”

“Yeah,” Betty smiled in agreement.  “They’re both smitten.”


Archie, Betty, and Veronica thought that the beanie incident was a one-time thing.  However, they were proven wrong when they spotted (Y/N) sitting in Pop’s wearing Jughead’s jacket a week later.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Veronica greeted, sitting down next to her.  “Where’s Jughead?”

“Working at the drive-in tonight,” (Y/N) answered, smiling.  Betty and Archie slid into the booth seat across from them.  

“Is that Jughead’s jacket?” Archie bluntly asked.  (Y/N) looked down at what she was wearing.

“Oh crap!” she exclaimed. “I forgot to give this back to him!” Veronica smirked.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you holding onto it for a bit,” she laughed, causing (Y/N) to smile and nod.

“Why’d he give it to you in the first place?” Betty inquired.  (Y/N) bit her lip.

“We were walking home from school, and I had forgotten my jacket at home.  I was shivering, and Jug insisted that I took his,” she explained. Archie affectionately rolled his eyes, smirking.

“Smitten,” he mumbled under his breath.


The next incident was two weeks later at a football game.  (Y/N) had promised her friends that she would come to the game to support them, and she managed to drag Jughead along with her.  Archie smirked when he saw them sitting together in the stands, knowing that it probably wasn’t too hard for (Y/N) to convince Jughead to come.

After the game, (Y/N) and Jughead got off the bleachers and walked over to the field where Archie, Betty, and Veronica were standing.

“You guys were all great tonight!” (Y/N) complimented, beaming at her friends.  They all smiled in gratitude, when suddenly Archie furrowed his eyebrows.

“Is that-” he paused for a moment, contemplating how to phrase his question.  “Is that a new flannel?”  Betty and Veronica shot him confused looks, whereas Jughead and (Y/N)’s fidgeted as their cheeks grew red.

“Uh, nope,” (Y/N) awkwardly laughed.  “It’s Jughead’s actually.”

“What?” Betty and Veronica exclaimed at the same time.  Archie suppressed a smirk.

“It was raining before,” (Y/N) stated, and Archie noticed Jughead refusing to make eye contact with him, “and we got drenched because neither of us had an umbrella.  Jughead had a dry flannel and let me wear it.” She shrugged at the end of her explanation, playing with the sleeves of Jughead’s flannel.  Archie was tempted to ask (Y/N) why she didn’t just change into some of her own clothes, but he decided not to for her and Jughead’s sakes. Betty and Veronica shared a knowing glance.  Finally, Archie managed to catch Jughead’s eye.  He smirked and Jughead rolled his eyes, but the small smile on his face didn’t go unnoticed by Archie.


Archie would have completely missed the last incident if it wasn’t for Veronica.  Some weeks later they were sitting at lunch with (Y/N), waiting for Betty and Jughead to arrive at their table.

“(Y/N), that sweater is really big on you,” Veronica noted, critiquing her outfit.  “Please tell me you didn’t just buy that.”  (Y/N) smiled bashfully.

“No,” she responded, “I’ve had it lying in my room for a while.  Figured I should put it to use.”  Veronica scrunched up her nose.

“You shouldn’t have. Not to be rude, girl, but green is not your color.”

“Oh well,” (Y/N) laughed. “I’ll remember that next ti-”

“That’s Jughead’s, isn’t it?” Archie interrupted.  (Y/N) bit her lip and pulled the sweater sleeves over her hands.

“Maybe,” she mumbled, looking down into her lap.  Archie and Veronica smirked.

“You know what, (Y/N)?” Veronica said.  “Never mind what I just said.  That does suit you.”  (Y/N)’s cheeks grew bright red.

“Oh god, guys,” she moaned, but they could hear the smile in her face.  Jughead and Betty soon walked over to the table and joined the group.  During their lunch, Archie would occasionally glance over at Jughead and (Y/N).  He frequently saw one staring at the other.  Smiling at his friends, Archie couldn’t fathom how neither of them realize how smitten they were with each other.  

It all started with that damn beanie.

Part 3 here   Part 4 here

okay but imagine: 

  • Even and The Balloon Squad become reunited as Best Buddies™
  • Mikael is like “so is it right you have a boyfriend now?” and Even’s like yeah you guys would like him and he smiles so fondly and 
  • one day Even brings Isak along with him to meet up with the guys and Isak is nervous af because oh shit Even and Mikael have been friends for a while and he really really hopes they all like him and 
  • at first the guys are a little confused as to why Even has brought this nervous kid along with him to their meet up but they say hi and introduce themselves politely and Isak replies by telling them his name and
  • Even sees how nervous Isak is so pulls him into his side and kisses his forehead and the guys look at him like wait…
  • and Even looks back and goes “oh yeah, he’s my boyfriend”
  • the squad’s eyes fucking LIGHT UP because oh my god they were not expecting Even’s boyf to be so fucking smol and fluffy haired and soft but they try not to freak out and Isak just gives them a little nod and a nervous smile
  • The boys kind of stand there grinning for a second before Elias rolls his eyes at them because they look so silly and awestruck and he just goes ahead and bear hugs Isak
  • and when Elias finds out he’s friends with Sana he’s like “just remember I’m the cool sibling” and Isak nods and laughs a little but finds it p hard to believe considering Sana is like the coolest person he knows and 
  • When Isak finally breaks off from the squad they group hug Even and are like damn that kid was adorable nice one Even and Even is just sosososo happy but he knew they’d love Isak anyway but then
  • the squad gets a little too fond of Isak and begin to refer to him as “baby Issy” and the first time they do it in front of Isak he blushes so hard and gives Even a look like why is this happening to me and Isak protests like “I’m only two years younger than you!!” and Even’s like “I know baby” and Isak huffs but he is so glad the Bakka squad are super cool people who care about Even a lot

let me help you fall in love with tanaka’s character (i’m gonna cut some parts from the first volume of the manga).

this is tanaka ryunosuke. he appears for the first time in the manga on vol 1 . he’s a second year and as you can see, he’s got that delinquent boy look going on. oh, and you’re gonna see that facial expression a lot, it’s his signature. it’s meant to intimidate people, but, no, just no, it’s hilarious af. 

guys, guys, guys, tanaka is a dork. we love dork characters, right?

he’s so simple minded. he’s just like bokuto. i’m dying.

whether you’ve watched the anime or you’re reading the manga, you probably know that the weird duo knocks off the vice principal wig, leading to daichi kicking them out of the gym. this scene is right before any of that happens. daichi is trying to talk to hinata and kageyama, but they’re just too absorbed in arguing that they do not hear him. tanaka is scolding them because daichi san is talking. he respects the third years a lot and wants the first years to respect them as well. we love respectful characters, right?

and here is the part where i start talking about how good of a senpai (and a person) tanaka is. this guy wakes up at 4 to let those two practice in the gym without daichi knowing (heh). this is obviously not the only time tanaka looks out for his kouhais. there are so many scenes in which you can see tanaka taking care of the kids. my favorite one? it’s probably the one from the OVA. if you still haven’t watched it, go watch it, because if you still think that tanaka’s nothing more than a funny gag, you’ll understand that you’re wrong. so wrong.

he is such a caring person. karasuno, his teammates mean so much to him. when hinata and kageyama don’t pass their exams, they need to re-do it, but in order to practice with the others in tokyo they need a ride. in the OVA you see tanaka asking his sister if she can do this favor for him, at first she tells him no because it’s an at least four hours drive, but then she sees her brother counting his savings. guys, guys, guys, here me out, tanaka’s willing to use his own money for hinata and kageyama. unfortunately he doesn’t have enough, but do you know what he does to provide a ride for them? he kneels in front of his sister and begs her. and he did not tell anyone how hard it was for him to provide a ride for hinata and kageyama. y’know, he deserves being called tanaka senpai by everyone everyday of his life, tanaka is the man

but this, this is probably what i like the most about him. this is just an example, okay? here we have tsukishima, telling them about kageyama’s nickname. tanaka has never liked people talking shit about others. look at his expression, he’s mad. he’s gonna scold tsukishima, but daichi stops him. this happens not a lot, but a shit amount of lots. tanaka is always ready to shut up people who belittle others. he steps up for kageyama, he is always there for hinata, he’s always ready to say “no, don’t say that you’re great” whenever someone is self depricating or he’s ready to fight whenever they talk shit of his friends. he’s such a good character, guys. 

(oh, and have i already told you how strong this person is? when oikawa’s targeting him he puts himself together. all by himself. most players wouldn’t be able to do that, they’d be so down because they’d made a lot of mistakes, but tanaka? not tanaka, bitch. tanaka is stronger than that. tanaka is better than that. tanaka slaps himself and receives that powerful serve.)

tanaka is in my top 5 favorite haikyuu characters and now you kinda know why. i think there’s so much more i need to say, but this post is getting too long. but please, give a little love to tanaka ryunosuke. call him tanaka senpai. he deserves it.

Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen


Here’s the first part of a fic- AU where Bitty and Jack meet for the first time at the EpicKegster. 

Note that the second part of this is not written yet, and I’m crushed under my to-do list, so don’t expect it soon and please don’t ask when the next part will come, I don’t know. But I wanted to share this with y’all, so I hope you enjoy. 

I apologise for errors, typos or weird sentence structure, all my editing power is and will be concentrated on my own novel, so ha. 

pairings and warnings: pretty much what you get from the canon





Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loud thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscathed. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding his phone.

Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

‘You’re crying.’

The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

‘What’s her name?’

‘Whose name?’

‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

He burst into tears.

Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

‘Dude, what’d’you do to him?’

‘Nothing!’

‘D’you break up with him or something?’

‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

‘Like what?’

‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’

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For You{2} [Jeff Atkins]

Request: Can i request a Jeff Atkins imagine where hes like a badboy but when Y/N is the new girl at Liberty and Clay takes her under his wing, Jeff feels the need to protect her and be good for her? And then at a party he sees Monty and Y/N flirting so he gets wasted and Y/N ends up taking him to her house and taking care of him and he drunkenly confesses his softy feelings for her?

Pairing:bad boy!Jeff Atkins x fem!reader

A/N:OMG GUYS YOU’RE AMAZING!The first part got so many notes?WHoa-M

part 1   part 3  tags: @gamesandremixes     @leviathan-cas-05     @shamless-wolfies

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles


It was almost time.She checked herself in the mirror one more time before taking her phone.She send a quick message to Jessica,telling her that she was on her way.Taking a deep breath,she exited the house and started walking all the way to her friend’s house.

Emotionally,she wasn’t ready.She didn’t like dancing,she didn’t like drinking,she wasn’t just like everyone else.She would be like a fish out of water.At first she decided to not go.But after Jessica insisted on her attending the party because “it’s gonna be epic girl" she changed her mind.Not because she thought that she’d actually have fun though.She did it for Jessica. She wouldn’t like it if she told her she couldn’t go.

After a couple of minutes, she was there.A few people were out,drinks in their hands,enjoying the night.She quickly got inside in order to find Jessica. The music was so loud,her ears started pounding.She pushed past some “dance maniacs"as she said under he breath.

Suddenly,someone from behind grabbed her right arm and span her around.It was Jessica,thank God… The young woman put her hands around Y/Ns neck and started swaying back and fourth.

“You’re here!“She shouted and smiled widely.Y/N snorted and shook her head in disbelief.

“It’s eleven thirty and you’re already wasted?Unpredictable!”

“What,me?Not even-” She didn’t manage to finish her sentence because she found the person she’d been searching for minutes now.Justin waved and smiled at her and she nodded.

“Well,hun,i gotta go!Have fun tonight!Jeff is around here somewhere!You better find him!” She said happily,unwrapping her hands from her.

“Hey,” Y/N shouted as she was to head to her boyfriend. “Be careful alright? ”

Jessica gave her a small kiss on the cheek. “Sure,i always am!”

Y/N shook her head once more;that party wasn’t gonna end up well.She took a look around,her hands folded to her chest,in case she found Clay.But he was nowhere to be seen.He said he would come but he probably changed his mind and stayed home.“Something that i should’ve done too…"She told herself.

Everything about the party seemed so wrong to her.She didn’t fit in there.Plus,she couldn’t find anyone to even talk to so she decided to go out and wait for Clay,in case he came later.

She sat on the front porch and that was when she saw him.No,not Clay.The other guy,the guy from the “hall incident”.He had a red cup in his hands and stood at the right of the front garden with some of his friends Y/N didn’t even know their names.

She couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful face,his beautiful eyes.Eyes that after a few seconds looked back at her.She didn’t pull away though.His expression was unreadable,vague. They stayed like that for a few moments before he looked away.

Y/N started playing with her fingers as she intently stared at the white tiles of Jessica’s porch.Why were things so complicated between her and Jeff?What the hell had she done to him?She was afraid to ask him,she couldn’t tell why.Her liking him was wrong and she knew it very well.Because such a famous boy would never want to be with the girl who “daydreams”.Besides,the rumors of him not being in long term relationships were likely true.They had to be.

“Hey,Y/N!“A male voice said.She looked to her left and saw Moty,a good friend of Bryce.He took a seat next to her as he smiled widely.

“Oh,hey Moty!“She said and forced a grin.Honestly,the last thing she wanted was Montgomery to keep her company. “Beautiful night,isn’t it?“He asked,looking up at the dark sky which was full of stars.Y/N did the same and nodded. “Yeah,it is indeed.”

“But not as beautiful as you though!Don’t get jealous please!”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at his words.Really.Had the poor guy lost all his chances with all the girls at the party and his last option was her?Was he just playing around?She didn’t know and she didn’t care.

“Honestly Moty,that’s the best thing i’ve heard all night!“She said as she wiped away some tears that had escaped her eyes.

"Honestly Y/N,that wasn’t even funny but i’m glad i made you laugh. ”

Suddenly,they both heard Zach yelling at someone.Y/N immediately looked at his direction. It was Jeff.He was yelling at Jeff.Something serious must have happened because Zach hardly made a scene.

"Dude,fuck off!It’s not my fault alright?You’re drunk as fuck and you don’t know what you’re saying!Talk to me when you sober up,i’m out…"He said angrily and not bothering looking at her or Moty,he went inside the house.

Y/N tilted her head to the left to see Montgomery’s reaction; He stood up in an instant and went to where Jeff and three other were,probably to ask of what happened.

As soon as he saw Moty,Jeff grabbed him by the collar and punched him in the face.

"You won’t ever talk to Y/N again,you understand?"He shouted and pushed him away.Moty tried to fight back but the others separated them.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Atkins?"He shouted as he touched his mouth,only to see his fingers being covered in blood. Y/N’s mind was on fire.Many questions started crossing her mind.Was Jeff watching her the whole time?Why did he care about her and Moty talking?How the hell did he even know her name when she never told him?Indeed,what the fuck was wrong with Jeff Atkins?And that time,she wouldn’t let all these questions unanswered. Next thing she knew was that her legs were taking her to him.

She had to clear things out.

#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 5)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 961

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

A/N: Sorry it took a while to get this part written out! Hope you guys enjoy the update, though :)

Originally posted by espressobuns

“Sam…I thought we’re going to this concert as a group. Why do I need a date for this?” you whined through the speakerphone as you searched through your closet for an outfit. “Sure, Wanda and Pietro have their plus ones and all, but I’m perfectly fine going alone and you’re going alone too, aren’t you?” you remarked, hoping that convinced your friend to let you be.

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About Time

Originally posted by nessa007

Anon requests: hey hey hey :) i was wondering if i could request a jughead x reader where they’re best friends have been for as long as anyone could remember, but they’ve been in a relationship for quite a while now and nobody knows until the others (betty, kev, veronica and archie) notice one night when they’re all at pops that reader and jughead are sharing quick glances and yeah i think you might get what i mean, you don’t have to but i thought it was pretty cute :) x

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The reader and Jughead have been keeping their relationship a secret, but their friends are growing tired of the sexual tension

Warnings: none

Word count: 715

A/N: so we hit 300 followers today?? This is insane, thank you guys so much for the support, you are all incredible!! Enjoy!


The heels of my boots clicked against the floor as I walked down the school hallway.  I scanned everyone’s faces, searching for my boyfriend. An arm grabbed me and pulled me into an empty classroom.  I looked up and saw my boyfriend.

“Jug!” I giggled as he wrapped his arms around my waist.  “You know I have to get to French class in a few minutes.”

“I know,” he smirked, “which means we have a few minutes.”  I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“The bell’s gonna ring any second,” I whispered, my face inching closer to his.  Jughead’s smirk faded into a smile as he leaned in.

“Better make every second count then,” he replied.  Our lips were millimeters apart when the bell rang, causing me to jump out of his arms. When I saw him pouting, I winked before exiting the room.

“Au revoir, Jughead,” I called over my shoulder.  He rolled his eyes, but there was a smile etched on his face.


Later that day, I was sitting with Betty and Veronica at lunch.  

“So you’re still coming to Pop’s tonight, right (Y/N)?” Betty asked.  I smiled and nodded.

“Of course!” I replied.

“And will Jughead be joining us tonight?” Veronica asked, her lips curving upwards in a smirk.  I rolled my eyes but nodded.

“Yes he is,” I responded. Betty and Veronica shared a smirk, causing me to shake my head.  “Oh my god, guys, I know what you’re thinking.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Veronica waved her hand, dismissing me.  “I know what you’re gonna say.  You and Jughead have been BFFs since day one and blah blah blah ruin friendship and so on so forth.”  She shook her head.  “Whatever. You know what we have to say, and it’s your choice.”  I laughed to myself, amused by Veronica and Betty’s lack of knowledge about mine and Jughead’s relationship.  For a second, I considered telling them the truth.  Instead, I just smiled and shrugged nonchalantly.


Jughead was the first person to arrive at Pop’s that evening.  Once I arrived, he perked up and waved me over to the booth.  When I sat down, he pecked me on the lips.  I playfully pushed him away.

“Our friends are going to be here any second,” I scolded him with a smile.  He laughed and rolled his eyes.

“We have to tell them eventually,” he reminded me, and I nodded.

“I know.”  The jingle of the bell signaled someone new entered Pop’s, and we turned around to see Veronica walk in.  I waved at her and she quickly caught sight of us, striding over to our booth.  She slid into the seat across from us.

“Hey lovebirds,” she greeted with a smirk.  I smiled back at her, unbothered.

“Hey, V,” I said. Kevin, Betty, and Archie arrived soon after, and we ordered our food and fell into a playful conversation. Occasionally, Jughead would steal some fries from my basket.  In retaliation, I would take his onion rings.  Our other four friends noticed these playful exchanges.  At first they said nothing, but when Jughead and I started to lightly shove each other, Kevin stopped us.

“Oh my god, just date already!” he shouted, slamming his fists on the table.  Jughead and I shared a glance, then burst out into laughter.

“What?” Archie questioned, all four of our friends looking back and forth between me and Jughead.  I bit my lip and smiled up at Jughead, ignoring our friends surrounding us.

“Oh my god,” Betty muttered, her eyes widening.  “You guys are…”  She couldn’t finish her sentence, her train of thought lost in shock.  Veronica and Kevin gasped.

“Are what?” Archie asked, still not getting it.  Veronica rolled her eyes.

“Dating, Archiekins,” she explained.  “(Y/N) and Jughead are dating.”  His eyes widened.

“You guys are dating?” he gasped.  “Since when?” I shrugged, not making eye contact with any of them.

“About a month?” I said, looking at Jughead for confirmation.  He nodded.

“Sounds about right.”

“And you didn’t tell us?” Kevin demanded.  I bit my lip guiltily and shrugged.  

“We were waiting for a good time to tell you guys,” I explained, but it came out more like a question.  The whole table groaned at us, but everyone wore smiles.

“Well,” smiled Betty, “it’s about time.”

HS AU

and how everything revolves around our soft boys, Andrew and Neil

before this begins: neil is not a josten, but a hatford. this is set in a remote town in california, and andrew has pink hair because he wanted renee to test it on him

(part two)

  • andrew joseph minyard, for all intents and purposes, does not want to associate himself with Anyone, if he could help it. 
    • he does his group projects so efficiently, his classmates deem him the lifeguard to all group projects
    • he avoids having to sit in lunch with anyone save for renee and aaron, if he can
    • he’s always on the rush to get home because he can’t take just using pain meds to get rid of the horrible, horrible feeling of disorientation 
    • he also has this long-standing dislike of jocks bolstered by either of 3 things: a) he’s a natural genius, b) he’s gay, and c) aaron had to assault one for getting andrew roofied at the freshman mixer.
  • ENTER: neil abram hatford
    • neil and kevin are new to The States. being friends since neil was eight (when kayleigh finally settled down from bumming around in ireland), kevin and neil were basically stuck to the hip. 
    • they transferred to the US when kevin finally landed himself an exchange program in california, neil because he could, kevin because of his dad, and both because they were tired of the ravens at their old boarding school
    • as soon as the school year starts, both of our lovable idiots join the soccer team (sorry, no exy :( ). they take the same spanish class, the same history class, and even have the same lunch blocks. so basically, they do everything they did back in the UK
  • so technically second year debate team genius Andrew Minyard shouldn’t actually care about first year exchange student and jock Neil Hatford
  • here’s the kicker

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The Habit of Planning

Prompt: During a busy day at Central Park, Lin mistakes Y/N as a paparazzi and he is not happy.

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: 4,759 (brace yourselves)

A/N: I’ve been writing for this for so long, I’m glad it’s out of my head. I wrote the basis of the fic under the tags for ‘Monochrome’, and a couple of you guys happened to read it and told me I should write it! So thank you to all of you! I hope you guys enjoy!

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the blazing bombardier.

Idk, this is just a summery fluffball of a Sterek getting-together drabble because I’m tired of winter. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Derek fundamentally doesn’t understand people who like roller coasters.

He knows such people exist because he’s been standing in line with them for the Blazing Bombardier for half an hour now, but even when he’s looking right at them, it’s hard to believe. Seriously, why. The list of things to do on a Saturday afternoon that don’t involve screaming and trying not to hurl is literally infinite. He could be lounging around in his pjs in his dorm right now and rereading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, just for example. Or working out, or going for a drive to the beach, or watching a movie with Boyd and Erica. (Boyd and Erica are officially his favorite people right now because, unlike his sisters, they understand the basic concept that friends don’t make their friends who lose bets ride the most terrifying invention since clown costumes.)

The line moves forward, and oh god, now Derek can actually see the loading station. The seats are wicked-looking hanging harnesses painted to look like flames. He’s going to be sick before he even sits down in the thing.

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  • Dinah: Oh my God! That guy at the counter is totally checking you out!
  • Camila: Really? [looks] My God, he’s really cute.
  • Dinah: Go for it.
  • Camila: Dinah, I have a girlfriend!
  • Cute Guy: [To Camila] Hi!
  • Camila: Oh, can I just tell you something? Very flattered but umm, I have a girlfriend.
  • Cute Guy: Wow! Uh, this is kind of embarrassing. I was actually coming over to talk to your friend.
  • [pause]
  • Camila: Well you should be embarrassed. [leaves]
  • Cute Guy: [to Dinah] I thought you knew I was looking at you.
  • Dinah: I did, but that was really fun.
the shot you wanted (zimbits, 6k)

This fic started out as a drabble in response to @iwantakokokringle’s request for a “zimbits zoo meetcute”. 6000 words later and here we are…



“He’s late,” Bitty grumbled as he bounced up and down on his toes, trying to spot the photographer in the swarm of students around them. His search was a little hindered in that he wasn’t sure who he was looking for exactly. He had only corresponded with the Daily’s photographer Brian over email and Brian’s student ID picture left a lot to be desired in identification purposes.

Next to him, Trina shrugged as she leaned over the card table they had set up to be their ticket booth for the weekend. The poster board that they had decorated to proclaim loudly “SAMWELL DANCE PRESENTS THE PETTING ZOO! ADMISSION 3 TICKETS” flapped in the wind as she taped it a little more securely to the table.

Just then, he spotted a tall dark-haired guy with a camera slung around his neck through the crowd. The guy was taller than Bitty would have guessed based on his student ID picture and a lot better looking, but the heavy-duty camera and the slightly lost look on his face as he scanned the crowd seemed like pretty good indicators. This was Brian at last. Bitty waited another minute as Brian looked around the crowd and with a roll of his eyes, he plunged into the crowd to retrieve the photographer. He had things to do this afternoon that did not include waiting around for the Daily’s errant photographer after all.

“For God’s sake,” Bitty said to himself as he dodged a gaggle of girls to land himself in front of the photographer. He still hadn’t managed to catch Brian’s attention until he reached out and grabbed his arm. Brian looked down at him, clearly startled, and frowned. Bitty immediately took his hand back and cleared his throat. “You’re looking for the petting zoo, right?” he asked.

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1. You cry. Holy shit, do you cry. Sobs choke you on buses and in the bathrooms at school and most heavily late at night as you wait for a text.


2. This text won’t come. You cry harder.


4. You run into him in the hallways. You may try to catch his eye but when you do, it feels like ice slipping down to your stomach and proceeds to gather there like lead. Next time it happens you walk fast with your head down.


5. Polite mumbles are finally passed between the two of you. Maybe an obligatory thank you as he holds a door, or an excuse me as you walk past, utterly daunted by the prospect of brushing his arm. He mumbles an unintelligible reply, and your ears will by habit perk up to seek that special and soft tone of voice reserved only for you.


6. You won’t find it. And eventually, you stop looking.


7. The two of you are officially on speaking terms again. Possibly not one-on-one conversations, but if he’s in a group you no longer feel the need to exclude yourself. Your heart breaks as he laughs easily at other’s jokes, but then proceeds to mend itself and soar as he does the same to yours. He always loved your sense of humor.


8. You text him for the first time since everything happened. It’s strictly for homework help, it’s been nearly two months, and it takes you four hours to work up the nerve to hit send. He replies within the minute. You can’t help but marvel at the fact that even now, he’s still coming to the rescue when you call.


9. You’re good friends by this point. Conversations alone are no longer scary things, but something you hope to happen throughout the day. But then, when one does, his friend flashes you two a heart symbol across the room. Like a tidal wave crashing down on to the beach, you’re reminded of how much you still love him with such force it nearly knocks the breath out of you. You walk away without meeting his eyes. You go home with your head down.


10. You cry. Holy shit, do you cry.

—  How To Not Get Over A Boy In 10 Easy Steps

Sheldon Cooper might be #autistic, but he’s an autistic asshole. And he gives everyone with #autism a bad name. He is an asshole to his friends, who never call him on it because apparently that’s just Sheldon’s neurotype; he is an absolute monster to Penny because she’s a woman, uneducated, and doesn’t have a desirable job; he’s an asshole to people with only MAs; he’s an asshole to colleagues and students; to working class people; to his poor girlfriend (who has her own problems - with consent).

Nowhere in the diagnostic criteria for autism does it say, “tendency toward assholery.” Because the show does not explicitly state Sheldon is autistic, characters can’t clarify: “That’s not his autism, that’s just Sheldon.” And so autism and assholery become merged.
Merged in the minds of poorly-educated allistics and in the minds of asshole autistics. Verbally abusing friends? Autism. Misogyny? Autism. Disrespecting the working class? Autism.

I’ve know a lot of autistic assholes. “Oh, Paige, you’re not really autistic because you weren’t diagnosed until you were 27.” White cishet privileged males bragging about their IQ. The same looking down upon people who have trouble in school. Those that think they’re above allistics because they think the autistic neurology as it visibly plays out is some cool affectation, those who insult women who don’t like them - not because of autism. I had an autistic friend who had Nice Guy Syndrome and blamed my not liking him on his autism, after explicitly stating that I owed him for all the nice thing he did. THIS IS NOT HOW MOST OF US AUTISTICS ACT - NONE OF THESE EXAMPLES ARE.

Sheldon Cooper is giving us a bad name. In a perfect sitcom, he’d be called out for his behavior. But I guess Chuck Lorre doesn’t know shit about autism.

Oh my god ( Jacksepticeye x FemReader )

(( gif not mine ;0 ))

Originally posted by boopymooplier

(A/N): lmao this isn’t Marvel. Nope it is not because I do and can write other things. Kind of. Hey, this might end well because I used to learn German but do not expect much.

Request:  Oh, you write for dear Jackaboy? Would you mind writing something in which Reader is the most subscribed German Youtuber (like Jack is the most subscribed Irish one) and his girlfriend and they play something together with Mark and Pewds (preferably Prop Hunt) and every time she dies, she cusses the boys out in German? Calling them things like Pissnelke (Piss Carnation) and Arschgesicht (Ass Face). Yes, those are real German insults. Thanks in advance!

Warnings: Boi there will be multi bilingual swearing up in here

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“Hallo!” (Y/n) greeted eagerly, gesturing toward her set up camera “I am here, again. Back with my lovely friend Felix. And two other idiots, I don’t know, they kind of just joined…” she mumbled the last part into her microphone and snickered to herself.

“Ouch,” Mark cried and Jack laughed “You could at least introduce me as your boyfriend…” Mark faked wiping a tear to his own camera; a big grin upon his face already.

“Oi!” Jack called “That’s my line you twit.”

“Alright, alright, no fights guys,” Felix mocked, giving his own shit eating grin to his setup camera “I am the favourite so I make the rules.”

“God has spoken.” (Y/n) added. Currently starring at the loading screen of Prop Hunt, she were surprised as to how much already happened without the game even being loaded yet.

“Lmao, you guys are fucked.” she said cockily, glancing into her camera, once the game finally loaded.

“MISS (YOUTUBE NAME), THE ONE AND OnLY!” Felix called into his mic, exactly after your statement. “THE MOsT SUBSCRIBED GERMAN YOUTUBER.. even though she doesn’t have an accent, like what, totally fake fan… IS ABOUT TO GET. HER ASS HANDED TO HER. ON A SILVER PLATTER.”

She couldn’t help but shake her head and chuckle quaintly, as Mark bellowed with laughter and was quick to agree. 

“Don’t be touching her ass, mate,” Jack warned “I know where you live.”

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“ARE YOU KIDDING?!” (Y/n) yelled as she died quickly. “Who just goes around and shoots every fucking mug??!”

“Uh ha, this guy.” Mark stated smugly “Now where, oh where, is your leprechaun boyfriend?”

She twisted her face “Mark, I want you to know that you are a huge arschgesicht, and we are no longer friends”

“A what?” He asked and looked directly into his camera.

Felix couldn’t help but spit before chuckling soundly, shaking his character’s gun a bit and looking at his camera as he laughed.

“Whaaat? What does that mean?” Mark whined and turned back to his game.

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“Honey, I’m sorry it has to be this way.” Jack said, hurt lacing his voice but masked by a grin beginning to form on his bearded face.

“No you’re not! Let me live, holy shit.”

Her lamp couldn’t seem to move fast enough as she shifted her way through furniture and debris; away from Jack’s hunter.

“I love you!” she called

“Love ya’ too!” Jack said back and blew a kiss at his camera.

“Oh you fucking lustmolch…” (Y/n) finally insulted once she got shot. She pouted into her camera.

“Fookin’ what?” Jack repeated, laughing unsurely.

“Fucking slut you are Jack.” Felix breathed out after laughing again. He glanced at his camera and winked “Ah, (Y/n), if you were here, I’d give you a highfive.” and he chuckled some more.

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“So all I learned from today was that both Mark and my own boyfriend are both asshats,” (Y/n) started “and that Feli’ is my only true friend.”

Felix’s character was sat on top of (Y/n)’s chair in the middle of the kitchen.

“That’s right.” Felix smiled and shot at her character until she died. “Love ya’.”

“You goddamn pissnelke!” (Y/n) laughed and the round ended.

“HeY!” Felix began to laugh as well, with Mark and Jack joining in. “Watch your fuckin’ mouth!”

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“Okay my friend’s, that was Prop Hunt with the Holy Threesome.” (Y/n) smiled at her camera.

“Hey!” Jack and Mark said in unison, over top of Felix saying ‘kinky’.

“You learned that Mark and Jack are untrustable bastards and Felix can speak German!” she snickered.

“Ja.” the swede agreed heartily.

“So until next time; click this,” she gestured to the air on her right “to see my previous video. And any of these links to check out Mark’s, Jack’s or Felix’s channels.” she gestured to her left “Have a lovely evening!” she said finally.

“Bye!” your three friends said as well, in mock of a German accent.

“Oh my g–”

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(A/N):
So there’s that. I really actually liked the request and so I hope this story maybe did it justice. Thank you for reading!