Or that one time Lance decided to live-stream when he really should’ve been resting. The (established) klance YouTuber AU that no one asked for, but you’re all getting. Domestic klance sharing an apartment is my jam, and throwing a little angst in there is a bonus.
I’m actually really happy with this, and if people like it I might do an actual long AU thing with this setting, so feedback is appreciated! For now though, just a one-shot. This is also proof that the best writing for me happens at 3 AM… oops. I hope you enjoy!!
Psst @taylor-tut this is that thing I not-so-discreetly mentioned in my tags, have a wonderful day.
Lance McClain was a rulebreaker in
every way, except for one thing. He believed it was always necessary
to have a routine, and never stray from it. If asked, he’d inform you
that a steady routine was the foundation for a steady life.
Showering every morning, brushing his
teeth every night, thinking of a cheesy one-liner for Keith each day
without fail, the list went on. Little things.
One of his many routines was to
live-stream, always on Sundays. Because who did anything besides sit
at home, definitely not with a hangover, on Sunday?
New videos went up on Wednesdays, but
the carefully edited ones on YouTube and his live-streams were very
different. Many fans even preferred seeing him live, mainly because
he couldn’t stop himself from making bad jokes, and was usually too
lazy to straighten his bedhead.
And they would always ask him to go
bother Keith in the next room, which Lance more often than not was
obliged to do.
So when he woke up late one Sunday
with a killer headache and a stuffy nose, Lance wasn’t about to let
it get in the way of his routine.
He discovered a note from Keith on the
kitchen table that said he’d be out running errands, and Lance
lamented that he hadn’t been awake to tell Keith to get soup. After
shooting him a quick text, the only response Lance got was “You
don’t even like soup.”
Lance chuckled softly, which quickly
led to a series of wet coughs. Clearing his throat, he began to set
up his camera, wrapped himself up in blankets, and started the
“Hey guys,” he said with a small
wave, and winced at how raspy his voice sounded. He sniffled, and
edged the off-screen box of tissues closer to him.
The chat was quickly flooded with
“HELLO”’s and “LANCE!”’s. By now, all the fans knew when he
went live. Lance was, however, surprised to see several inquiries
about his health.
There were quite a few “Are you
okay”’s, and even some “You seem sick”’s, with one of Lance’s
personal favorites being “You look like shit.”
He read off the last comment with a
short laugh. “Thanks, KeiththeKutie05.” Then, as an afterthought,
he added, “Nice name.”
After a short pause of him continuing
to scan the chat, he spoke again. “I’m fine though, just got a cold
or something. Nothing could stop me from live-streaming!”
As the viewers seemed satisfied with
this response, Lance wasn’t surprised to see the usual repetition of
“Where’s Keith?” in the chat. He sighed.
“Mullet Boy is running errands,”
Lance told them, rolling his eyes for effect. “Probably going out
to buy a new pair of fingerless gloves.”
Keith and Lance had been sharing an
apartment for some time now, and the Internet was very invested in
their relationship, or so it seemed. Keith was annoyed by the whole
thing at first, but Lance found it entertaining that his fans seemed
to like Keith better than him. Lance could, admittedly, relate.
Eventually, the accidental publicity
that came with dating a YouTuber inspired Lance to make a collab
channel for them, though Keith never got his own. He insisted that he
was too awkward to film anything by himself, which Lance secretly
Numerous people began telling Lance to
prank Keith when he came back, to which Lance grinned. Playing tricks
on Keith during live-streams had become somewhat of a tradition in
and of itself. “Maybe I will,” Lance tapped his chin
thoughtfully. “You guys got any ideas?”
Lance read through some of the
responses but saw nothing particularly appealing, then perked up at
someone asking when he’d do a video with Hunk again.
“Actually, I got some good news for
you guys,” Lance declared, sneezing into his elbow before
continuing. “Hunk and I are going to be playing videogames on
Pidge’s channel sometime next week, and Hunk has both of us coming
over to his and Shay’s for a baking video. I haven’t decided what we
should do for my part yet. Maybe a Q & A?”
Once again, Lance’s eyes scanned
through the suggestions until his eyes snagged on one he liked.
“Cards Against Humanity, huh? With YouTube’s shitty new rules it
could get demonetized, but I do love that game, so why not? I’m
positive Pidge owns it, and I can tell them to bring it over. Maybe I
can even convince Keith to play with us.”
Lance couldn’t help but smile at the
enthusiastic response that got.
“I think I’m going to get myself
some more coffee,” Lance decided, looking down at the empty mug
resting on a coaster. “Last night Keith made me watch this really
scary movie, so I naturally had trouble falling asleep. Gotta have
coffee to keep myself functioning. Do you guys prefer coffee or tea?
Keith and I are both coffee people, but he likes his black. No sugar
or anything, disgusting if you ask me.”
Lance almost regretted this comment as
a war of opinions on black coffee slowly took over his computer
“Well, anyway, I’m gonna go to the
kitchen real quick. I’d bring my laptop but… I’d probably spill
coffee on it, and we can’t have that.”
Lance stood, and was about to start
towards the next room when his vision abruptly blurred and refocused.
He knew immediately something was wrong.
His legs felt like jelly, and the room
seemed to spin as he took a single step forward. Had he only been
fine when he was sitting? Lance had half the mind to sit right back
down, but his brain was growing muddled, and direction simply didn’t
Lance’s migraine flared abruptly in
intensity, and then suddenly the wood floor was rushing up to meet
him. Everything went dark.
Keith glanced at his phone as he moved
around to the back of the car, where he’d stored the groceries, and
had to repress a fond smile at the Twitter notification on the
screen. Lance was, apparently, live-streaming. Keith thought he might
actually miss his time-slot for once, but he figured by now he should
be used to the Cuban boy’s dedication to routine.
Lance’s channel got some negative
feedback from more ‘sophisticated’ YouTubers for being… all over
the place. A dedicated beauty guru, or PrinceLotor as his channel was
called, had dragged Lance on Twitter on more than one occasion.
Lance was anything but consistent when
it came to videos. He did whatever he felt like doing that week, and
the fans loved it. Sometimes he played songs on his guitar, sometimes
he did prank-calls. He would film Q&A’s, or tell stories about
all the interesting stuff that happened in his life— Lance’s bad
luck was rather famous. He recommended TV shows, did hauls of what he
got for holidays, vlogged on occasion when he went to stores, you
But Lance’s favorite thing to do were
Hunk, an incredibly smart engineer,
had a baking channel as a hobby, and Lance was his favorite
Pidge was a newer gaming channel, but
their obsession with theorizing about the game’s lore while playing
and busting other fan theories made them grow in popularity quickly.
For two player games, Lance was ideal.
Allura was an extremely popular beauty
channel, and Lance let her give him makeovers whenever she wanted to.
Shiro could use extra actors in his short films.
And Keith… well, the two of them had
a channel together that had no pattern whatsoever, much to Lance’s
dislike. Absolutely spontaneous and random, usually doing things by
popular fan request, like dancing or karaoke. And uploads were by no
Keith was surprised at how much he had
started to enjoy it. Lance had been telling him he should start an
art channel, with animations and speedpaints and the like, and Keith
wasn’t… that opposed to the idea. It could be a useful
source of income, to help with all the debt he would come into after
graduating college. But he’d never tell Lance.
Without thinking too much of it, Keith
swiped right across his screen, taking him to Lance’s tweet about the
live-stream in order to like it. He was about to close his phone
again and begin taking groceries up to their apartment when his eyes
snagged on something odd.
Lots of the replies to Lance’s tweet
mentioned him, particularly the recent ones, even tagging him in it.
Keith couldn’t fathom why they would be talking about him if he
wasn’t on the stream, unless Lance was complaining about him live
Keith bristled. Lance better not be
still annoyed at him for the movie the last night. Signs
wasn’t scary at all, and not even a real horror movie! Lance
simply stated that ‘he didn’t mess with aliens.’
But when he looked at all the
mentions, Keith felt his irritation give way to confusion, and then
“KEITH GET TO UR APARTMENT”, “YOU
BETTER GO CHECK ON LANCE”, “HOLY SHIT HES COLLAPSED KEITH HURRY
YA ASS UP”, and the one that really sent Keith reeling “UH GUYS
IS IT JUST ME OR DID WE WITNESS LANCE’S DEATH ON CAMERA?”
Keith slammed the trunk, all groceries
forgotten as he sprinted into the apartment building and ran for the
stairs. They only lived on the third floor, and he was not about to
wait for the slow, crowded elevator.
He fumbled to fit his key in the lock
and opened the door to the living room, only to spot the
live-streaming set up, with no Lance. Keith rushed forward, but drew
up short when he realized that Lance was in fact passed out on the
floor in front of the couch.
“Oh my god— Lance!” Keith sank
down beside him, turning his boyfriend over. “Lance, are you okay?
Can you hear me?”
Lance’s eyes opened slowly, and Keith
felt relief flood his system, despite the uncharacteristically pale
skin. “K-Keith? Wha… I thought you were shopping?”
“I’m back,” Keith answered
shortly, wincing as he pressed a hand onto Lance’s forehead. “Jeez,
you’re on fire. Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?!”
“Are you a fire?” Lance mumbled
under his breath, and Keith furrowed his brows in confusion.
“What? No, Lance, I was saying you
have a fever.”
“Because you’re hot and I want
s'more,” Lance continued, as if he hadn’t heard him at all. Keith
was suddenly painfully aware that the live-stream was still going,
and that his face was even more flushed than Lance’s, and not because
of a fever.
Keith glanced at the computer sitting
on the coffee table briefly, noting that most of the chat was full of
random keyboard smashing. He smiled apologetically. “At least he’s
conscious,” he shrugged, hoisting Lance up off the floor and
propping one of his arm’s around Keith’s shoulder. “I’m going to
take this idiot to the hospital, he’s way too hot.”
“So you finally admitted it,”
Lance’s voice was barely audible, and Keith glanced back down to see
him grinning up at Keith tiredly.
“I meant your temperature, dumbass.
Next time, tell me when you’re not feeling well.”
You and Yoongi are roommates and it’s very rare for two of you to do anything with each other. When he decides to be a bitch one day, you facetime him while he’s in the shower. He then gains fucking superpowers and reads your mind, knowing exactly what you want. He takes you into the shower with him to wake you up a little bit more.
Namjoon calls you and asks you to get drinks with him. When you get home, you’re a little bored. So, you decide to have a little fun with Namjoon. Afterwards, you find out a very big secret he’s been keeping from you.
While looking for a lighter in the kitchen, you come across some playing cards. The cards remind you of a magic trick you wanna show Jimin. This ‘magic trick’ makes him fall completely under your control.
Kookie gets sick and asks you to come over. You think that he wants you to take care of him but he really just wanted you there. He doesn’t want you babying him, but he lets you take care of him in the shower.
Your best friends, Bts, come over and spend the night. You had to wake to feed your fatass dog, who just has to be fed in the middle of the night. While doing so, you were surprised to see a sleepy Hoseok sitting on you couch and playing video games.
You love your friend, but you hated her parties. It was only ever people fucking in your face as if they knew you were a virgin. You’ve only ever watched porn, yet have never done anything to yourself. Your friend, Taekwoon, helps you get rid of this problem.
You and ‘your friend’ ,Ten, were at some wedding both your parents made you go to. It was full of old people, weird smells, and was boring as fuck. The two of you slip off to a closet to…’grab a broom’….
before I was a Hetalia blog I actually had a Harry Potter blog. I figure
hey, why not take my in depth Harry Potter knowledge and apply it to
Hetalia. So here is my sorting of the Axis crew (Prussia and Romano included)
I was actually torn with Italy between Ravenclaw an Hufflepuff. But in
the end I realized he would be much happier in Hufflepuff. Mostly
because Italy is a true friend. He would never turn his back on his
friends and he’ll always stick by your side. This is arguably the best
trait a Huffulepuff has, loyalty.
I’ve seen him everywhere even Hufflepuff, HA! Romano is a Slytherin. He
does not go looking for a fight he would much prefer standing on the
sidelines shouting insults your way. He’s shown to be crafty and a bit
of a little shit.He’s also the staple of the mafia in the fandom. Quiet
deals, shady money. It’s all just Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin! He’s
not afraid to pick a fight so long he’s confidant the other person will
not fight him back. He’s also shown to be quiet ambitious in the Manga
saying he does all the work while Italy gets all the credit.
I know everyone is going to say, “he’s Gryffindor!” But why? Really why
is he Gryffindor? Sure he’s brave…but anyone can be brave. It’s how
you use your bravery. Germany does what’s for the good of Germany, not
the world. This is a Slytherin trait. But I digress. He’s a Hufflepuff.
He’s extremely loyal to himself, his people and his friends. he’s shown
to be very patient with how he deals with Italy. He’s also a hard worker
he’s always working out, or cleansing we never see him just sitting
around. You might think he’s too mocho to be in Hufflepuff but never
judge a book by it’s cover.
It’s a hard glance between Gryffindor, Slytherin and Ravenclaw but I’m
confident in my choice. My reasoning for Ravenclaw is that he has the
traits of both Gryffindor and Slytherin that I don’t think he would mesh
well in either house. He’s brave but he’s stupid with his bravery and
gets himself in battles he cant win. He’s a her but at the same time
he’s the villain. He’s out for himself and the good of others at the
same time. Yet, if we remember he’s also smart. He’s battle smart and
strategic with what he does. He documents his life in detail since the
first day and he is said to read a lot of books in one day I forget the
exact number he said. He’s also a loner. Ravenclaws tend to be off in
their own world, where if we know Prussia he’s often in a fantasy world
where he is number one. He’s also seen to be rather lazy and conniving.
Getting Germany and others to do his bidding with well placed words and a
bit of begging. I think because of so many contradicting traits with
Slytherin and Gryffindor the Hat would opt him in Ravenclaw where it
would be a break even.
Japan: Ravenclaw. I really like Japan in Ravenclaw. He’s smart and creative. I don’t think he would particularly fare well in any other house. He’s not loud like a Gryffindor, He’s not overly nice like a Hufflepuff and he’s not cocky like a Slytherin. He just enjoys the simple things in life, something a Ravenclaw does. He’d much rather sit at home by himself with a manga or a video game than go to a social outing, the perfect Ravenclaw trait.
Warnings: violence, mentions of sex.
A/N: this is my first imagine so I’m sorry if it’s not very good. I plan on making this into a series if I get good feedback on this. Also I’m sorry if its really long. It’s about a young American girl who moves to England in hopes of something new but ends up in the home of a serial killer.
Rain. The sound and the smell of rain filled the room. The girl tried to keep her attention on it, this was the only thing keeping her calm. Blood. There was so much blood, not hers but the other females who had been there with her. Y/N was tied to a chair in a row of other chairs now all empty. She tried to think of how she ended up in this situation in the first place.
School. She was a college student from America who decided she wanted something new so she packed up her stuff and came to London. She didn’t tell anyone where she was going. Her mother left when she was nine and her father was a good father but she needed something new. A new life. She was willing to drop her friends and her family for her chance to begin again. She was always told she was cruel but this proved it.
She was exploring the streets of London as a man approached her. The man seemed kind but Y/N knew better. He offered to buy her a drink but she declined his offer and began to walk away. She made it back to the hotel she was staying in and let a sigh. She never liked people, she pretended to be nice but it was so draning for her. As she went about her day she heard a knock. She looked out of the peephole and saw the man from before. She didn’t answer the door, hopping he would go away. Soon he did or so she thought. Later that night she went out, as she was walking a bag went over her head and that was the last thing she remember before waking up in a dark room with no windows. ‘Most be a basement.’ She thought. There where other girls there all tied up just like Y/N. There where in a row and she was at the end of it. Soon all the girls were picked by the man until she was the only one left.
Footsteps. ‘Focus Y/N, it’s your turn.’ She thought to herself. The man walked over to her and took the gag out of her mouth. He had a sly smirk on his face. He didn’t say a word and neither did she until he put the knife to her throat. She gulped and looked at the man. She was going to school to become a psychiatrist: she had always been fascinated with psychopaths and sociopaths, but what really interested her was serial killers. “Is it fun….” She began trying to sound as confident as she could but her voice so weak. “Is it fun to kill people? The sexual thrill, the dominance, the control…” Still no response but the man pulled the knife away from her. He was interested. “I’ve always wanted to kill someone.” “Why haven’t you?” He asked.
She let out a small chuckle. “I guess I never had the right partner in crime.” The rest was a blur. One moment she’s trying to seduce her way out and the next moment he spreads open her legs. No, that’s not want she wanted but if it got her a chance to survive longer she would take it.
Time. Time passed but she was not sure how long. She wasn’t even sure how long she had been there. A few days? No weeks.
She was giving up hope. She wished she would have just let the man kill her. He fed her just enough to survive and it was begging to show on her.
Y/N let her head fall down and her eyes close, she heard his footsteps again. No many footsteps. People running. She felt a hand on her face, a large warm hand. She solwy opened her eyes to meet stormy blue ones. He smiled kindly when he saw she was awake. Cops were in the room. The man with the blue eyes backed up and let one of the cops untie her. “Are you alright?” He asked. The girl just titled her head, she was in a daze. She heard the man talk to the others, but she could not make out what they were all saying. The man helped Y/N stand up slowly making sure to not let her fall. She felt so weak and sick. He took off his coat and put it around her. He led her out of the house to the ambulance. “My name is Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes.” He was called away before she could say anything to him.
“Go easy on the girl, alright? She just went through something unimaginable.” Lestrade said. “I don’t know what you mean, I am always pleasantly nice.” Sherlock huffed looking back at the girl. “Plus aren’t you curious about she survived for so long? The serial killer killed the girls two days after taking them but yet she’s been there for a month. How do you explain that?”
“Perhaps he liked and just decided to not kill her.”
“Strange, what would be so appealing about her that would make him decide to keep her?”
“Forheavens sake Sherlock not all people think like you.”
“Look just give her a little time before you scare the poor thing half to death.” Lestrade sighed knowing that probally wasn’t going to happen. Sherlock just rolled his eyes and walked away.
Y/A was taken to a hospital just to make sure everything was alright. She was tired and just wanted to go home. No she had no home at the moment, she was going to have to find another hotel. She was sitting on the hospital bed alone in the room, anxiously waiting for her to be able to go home and sleep. She just wanted to put this all behind her. Many people were confused on her behavior, sure she was a little shaken up but she hid it so well.
A man walked into her room, expecting it to be a doctor she didn’t even bother looking at the person until they cleared their thoart. She looked up and a saw a man in a very nice suit with a small smirk plastered on his face. “Can I help you?” She questioned getting a little nervous of how this guy was acting. “How rude of me. Let me introduce myself; I am Jim Moriarty.” He told taking a bow. She raised an eyebrow at him. “You know you are very pretty.. and smart.” He chucked looking around the room. He had a think Irish accent. “Smart. Very smart. Hmm and a good talker… well not at the moment but that’s beside the point. You survived a serial killer not many people get to say that. Anyways what was my point? Oh yes you have caught the eye of a little detective and I need your help.”
“Help? With what?” She questioned.
“Well with taking Sherlock down of course. It’s all part of the game. You are going to break his little heart. Simply really, you’re different he will like you.”
“And why in the world would I help you do this?” She had so many more questions about all of this. What game? Why does this man want to take down Sherlock? Why was she different?
“Well because if you don’t, I’ll have your father killed. Duh it’s called leverage and can be very useful in situations like this. Oh and if you don’t believe me here’s a little proof.” Another man walked in and handed him a laptop and walked out. He opened it and showed Y/N a video of her father. He was sitting at home on the couch. She knew better to test men like this. “Okay.” Was all she simply said. “Good girl. Sherlock is a very good at deduction and can usually read people like an open book but something is telling me he won’t be able to with you. Be careful not to make any slip ups cause he will notice them. Oh and if you tell him any of this I will know. Sherlock won’t be able to save your father.” With that the man left leaving Y/N sitting there confused and scared.
Sherlock and John walked into the hospital. Sherlock wanted to know more about Miss Y/L/N. He could not deduct her very much other than the obvious things. She was American, had not been in England very long, spent most of her time here locked up, and well that was about it. It was strange for him to not be able to figure this girl out it made him almost angry. He had been complaining to John about this situation. They both agreed that it was strange how she survived so long. Perhaps she had previous tides with the killer. When they walked in the room Sherlock was frozen just looking at Y/N. He was trying to deduct her but also he couldn’t help but take a moment to admire her. Something about her stood out, she just seemed so smart. John was the first to speak since Sherlock nor the girl was. “Hello I’m John Watson and I believe you’ve already ment Sherlock.”
“Yes hello.” She said. She was still trying to figure out about what Moriarty wanted from her. Was she to make Sherlock fall in love with her? That would obviously never work right? If he was so smart he most have been able to see right through her.
Sherlock finally snapped out of it and began to speak. “We are here to ask a few questions, if that’s alright?” Y/N forced a small smile and nodded her head. He began to ask basic questions. How many girls where there with you? Did you see anyone help him take the girls? How did he capture you? The basic questions really, all of which she had all answered to the cops when they asked. “How did you survive so long?” He finally asked studying her face. “Well um… I’m a hell of a flirt.” She said trying to make a joke but it came out so awkwardly. “You flirted? With the serial killer?” Sherlock asked in confusion. “Yes. The man obviously had issues with a past girlfriend who probally broke up with him. All the girls there had the same hair style and eye color. Part of it was because his mother beat him. He had a strong grudge against woman because they never had accepted him so all I had to was tell him what he wanted to hear.”
“That’s brilliant!” John cheered and Sherlock couldn’t help but agree. “Yes it is.” The man asked a few more questions before both men began to walk off until John stoped. “Perhaps we should stay with her until they let her out.”
“And why would we do that?” Sherlock questioned.
“Because she just went through hell and we could be gentlemen and walk her home. That’s the least she deserves. Plus I saw the way you were looking at her. You want to know more about her and this is the perfect chance.”
Sherlock rolled his eyes and turned back around with John. They walked back in to the room and awkwardly stood there. “John thinks it would be a good idea to wait with you and walk you home.” Sherlock told her like an embarrassed child. “Oh you two don’t have to do that. I don’t really know how much longer I will be here and I still have to figure out where I’m going to stay now.” Y/N said kindly. “You mean you don’t have any where to stay? Where were you before all of this happened?” John asked.
“Well in a hotel but I dont have much money.” Sherlock and John shared glances for a moment until Sherlock let out a sigh.
“Why don’t you stay with us?”
“Oh I couldn’t do that. I don’t want to be a bother.”
“No bother, just until you get back on your feet.” John said with a small smile. She shrugged her shoulder. “Okay and when I get money I’ll pay you guys for the rent.”
“Deal.” Both men said.
Y/N felt the bad for doing this, they were letting her in their home and here she was about to trick Sherlock. ‘No you are doing this for your father, who cares about this guy.’ She reminded herself.
Pain. If Sherlock had known that this woman was going to be the cause of so much pain for him he would have never agreed to let her live with him. If he knew that he was able to feel that type of pain he would have never let himself fall in love with her.
A/N: im sad and tired and i wish i could have a mental breakdown but it’s 2am and im too tired for that rn. Also this is kinda creepy so I’m sorry if I’ve creeped anyone out with this one lmao
Genre: sad and creepy
Song(s) Used: Girl Crush - Little Big Town (this song is relatable af)
Pairing: Dan x reader
Word Count: 782 words
Warnings: swearing (as usual) and creepiness lmao
Have you ever been in love with someone who is taken? Well, it’s kinda like being stabbed in the heart every time you think about them and their significant other together, making memories and just being together; being happy.
Dan is one of my best friends, which makes this even harder for me. Yes. Dan Howell has a girlfriend, I know right? Big shocker, who knew? Well no one. Because everyone is either assuming he’s single or is fucking Phil.
One day, I was sitting at home, pondering and thinking about possible video ideas. I was actually thinking about doing a cover of a song, but I decided against it; because considering how I’m feeling, it’ll be an emotional song and I don’t want my viewers to worry about me.
With all the over thinking I was doing, I decided to just lay down and think about things. But the things I was meant to be thinking about turned into thinking about Dan and his girlfriend. His girlfriends name is Miah, and let me tell you, she’s absolutely amazing and beautiful. She’s everything anybody could possibly want and Dan is so fucking lucky to have someone like her.
It’s almost like an obsession in some sort of way, thinking about them; thinking about her. I don’t know if it’s normal or anything but I can’t help but want everything she has. She has amazing long blonde hair, I wanna bathe in the perfume she always wears because it’s Dans favourite.
And I don’t mean to sound rude or hateful but I’ve always wondered what she had that I don’t? Or what it was that caught Dans attention? Because whatever it was I want it, I need it.
“God what is wrong with me?” I ask myself, as a few tears fall down from my eyes “pull yourself together, stop being so pathetic”
I decide to put on some music in an attempt to stop feeling so pathetic and sorry for myself, but that didn’t really go to plan, in my opinion. The first song that popped up on my playlist was ’Girl Crush’. I never thought this song could be so significant in my life.
‘I’ve got a girl crush. I hate to admit it but I’ve got a heart rush, ain’t slowing down. I’ve got it real bad, I want everything she has; that smile and that midnight laugh, she’s giving you now…’
Maybe I did have a girl crush on Miah. Not the 'I want to marry you’ girl crush but the 'I want everything you have and I want to be everything you are’ way, as creepy as that sounds.
Maybe if I was like her, Dan would want me, Dan would want to be with me. It’s really pathetic, the way I’m thinking, but I actually lose sleep over this, I lose sleep, thinking about everything I could be. I lose sleep thinking about the things they’re doing together. I lose sleep, day dreaming about what it would be like to be like Miah and to have Dan. Thinking about her cuddled up with Dan under his duvet trying to keep warm and being happy. Not only do I lose sleep, I lose my sense of self worth.
It’s almost like, as I’ve fallen deeper in love with Dan, I’ve also fallen in love with Miah. I truly do have a girl crush on Miah. And I hate to admit that.
'I wanna taste her lips, yeah cause they taste like you, I wanna drown myself in a bottle of her perfume. I want her long blonde hair, I want her magic touch; yeah because maybe then you’d want me just as much…’
I get up to look at myself in the mirror, with tear marks staining my face, I look at myself and think 'this is why Dan doesn’t love you. She’s so much better than you. Maybe if you looked like her and acted like her, he’d love you…’
I wish I could be everything that he has ever wanted. Why can’t I be like Miah? Why does he love her and not me? What do I have to do for him to love me?
My ex mother in law and I never got along. She called to ditch the kids this weekend after she promised the boy she would take them. Not shocked, obviously. She asked if she can take them next week instead, I said no because that will fuck up the schedule because how it is now, I’ll have the boy for his birthday weekend. She’s pissed. She brought up how hard life is and money issues and I completely flipped. She said “I have 2 jobs, *insert d-bag’s fiancée’s name* just lost her second job” I cut her off and said “I honestly don’t give a fuck. You both have 2 jobs and your lazy ass son sits at home and plays video games all day. That’s on you. Ditch the kids as always, fine, but I have no pity for you.”
21 with Jack/Joe or Mikey, “If we get arrested, it’s your fault.” (from Si and Liv’s prompt list)
Author’s Note: I titled this a Joe imagine because that’s who the reader is with. But Jack and Mikey are also a big part of the story.
It was a late Friday night, you were sat cuddled with your boyfriend Joe on your sofa. He made the trip down to Brighton to see you. Jack and Mikey were sat on the other side playing Call of Duty. They decided to come too. You didn’t mind, you loved spending time with the boys. It was never awkward and no one ever felt like a third wheel.
You looked around the room at the boys, lounging lazily on the sofa. You let out a deep sigh.
Joe heard you, staring down to meet your gaze. “What’s the matter love?”
“Some Friday night huh?” letting out another sigh.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
As much as you appreciated the boys coming down to hangout, you didn’t want to sit home and watch them play video games all night. You had something more exciting in mind.
You wriggled out of your boyfriend’s arms and sprung off the sofa. “Boys we’re going on an adventure! Grab a change of clothes, a case of beer, and some towels. Meet me at the car in 10 minutes!”
The boys stood around, exchanging weird glances. Until they just shrugged their shoulders and followed your instructions.
Here you were. With the boys driving around Brighton at 11:30 at night. They had absolutely no idea where you were taking them. Until you started getting closer to the sea.
“(Y/N) why are we at the beach?” Jack asked with confusion.
You pulled up to the curb and parked, “You’ll see. Just grab the stuff and follow me.” smiling as you got out of the car.
You all had your hands full, as you walked along the pebbles down to the waterfront. “Well here we are!” you announced with your hands in the air, cracking open a beer. They all nervously laughed, setting down the stuff in their hands and grabbing a bottle.
Mikey put his hands down at his sides, “Yeah uh…that’s great (Y/N), but what are we doing here?”
Jack and Joe looked around at all the things you asked them to bring, then looked back out to the water. That’s when it clicked, “Mikey, she brought us here to go skinny dipping!” they laughed.
Before Mikey could say another word, he quickly looked back to see your clothes on the ground and you running naked into the sea.
“Come on boys the water’s fine!” you waved at them to come in.
“Is she actually serious?” Mikey motioned at the boys.
They both shrugged and started to tug at their clothes.
“You are one crazy girl, you know that (Y/N)?” Jack shouted out to you, while stripping out of his clothes.
“Yeah I know!”
“Hey back off mate! She’s my crazy girl!” Joe piped up. He quickly ran out and swam over to you. You reached for his hand, pulling him close to you and giving him a kiss.
“Hey love birds! No getting it on in the water with me here! Alright?” Jack said covering his eyes.
You, Joe, and Jack were all swimming and splashing about. Mikey was still on shore, holding a towel around his waist.
“Come on Mikey! Just jump in!” you yelled to the shore.
“Mikey don’t be such a wuss! Drop the towel and get in here!” Jack chimed in.
He ran his hand nervously through hair, then shook his head. “Alright, alright fine! If we get arrested, it’s your fault!”
Just as Mikey was about to drop his towel, you saw headlights in the distance. “Shit! Car!” the three of you quickly swam to the pier, so you could hide underneath. Your clothes were sitting on the rocks.
Once you all had your clothes on, you looked down the beach a few feet to see Mikey, scrambling to grab his clothes. All while trying to hold up the towel around his waist.
Suddenly you heard footsteps coming toward the beach and people talking. “Mikey come on let’s go!” you whispered sternly.
Before Mikey could take one more step, you heard someone say, “Hold it right there buddy! Hands where I can see them and don’t move.”
Jack and Joe grabbed your arm and snuck back to the car. Tip toeing quietly, so you guys wouldn’t get caught.
All three of you were able to get in and drive off undetected. You didn’t know how, but you did. You also felt bad for leaving Mike behind, you hoped he was alright.
The next morning you and Joe were sat at the breakfast table. Jack tiredly walked in the kitchen, holding his phone in his hand, “Guys I got a text from Mikey.”
You perked up in your chair, “What did he say? Is he okay?”
Jack smiled and let out a chuckle, “Yeah he’s alright. We just have to go pick him from the police station.”
You couldn’t believe they held him overnight. You thought they would’ve just questioned him, then let him go.
Joe grabbed the car keys and the three of you drove to the Brighton police station. You pulled up to see Mikey standing out front in his sweats, holding a plastic bag with his wet clothes inside. He looked exhausted and annoyed.
You quickly got out of the car and gave him a hug. “Thank god you’re alright!”
Jack stepped out of the car with his phone out, taking a snapchat, “Cor! Picking up the jail bird.” he giggled behind the camera. Joe joined him.
“Seriously guys?” you glared at them, helping Mikey to the car.
“No it’s alright (Y/N) let them have their fun. If they ever have to spend the night in a holding cell for drunk public indecency, I’ll snapchat and laugh my ass off.” he said with a sarcastic tone.
Jack and Joe poked fun at Mikey the whole way home. You thought he would’ve been more pissed, but he wasn’t that phased by it. He was used to taking the pissfrom the boys. There was finally a silent moment in the car, the teasing had stopped. Mikey spoke up and shrugged his shoulders, “Well, at least this will make a great thumbnail and storytime for my video on Monday!” You all just looked at each other and bursted into laughter.
Who knew a Friday night that started out so boring, could turn into such a memorable one?
Jefferson police letting Dylan's gf (you) watch the basement tapes
You don’t want to dress bad, but you don’t have the emotional and mental power right now to get fancy dressed. It’s May 3rd, 1999. The tragity stills burns, fresh in your mind. You knew Dylan and his friend Eric were upset with the school, but you didn’t think they’d take it that far. You looked in the mirror. You had on some nice jeans and a solid white shirt with black converse. “This’ll have to do”, you say to yourself. Yesterday, you had a call from the Jefferson county police. They said they had some video tapes Dylan made that seem personal between you and him and asked if you wanted to see them. You said yes and here you are now.
You laid back on your bed and remembered the last time you saw Dylan. April 20th. You were under the table in the library, crying and panicking. “Is Dylan alright? Is he safe?”,you wondered as you hid under the table. You remember the sound of loud boots and gun shots in the room. You covered your eyes as you cried, to scared to face the shooters. “(Y/N)! (Y/N) listen to me!”, you felt a grip on your shoulder. You opened you eyes to see Dylan. “Dylan get down! You-”, you looked down to see a gun by his side. “Dylan…”, you covered your mouth and cried. “(Y/N) I love you so much and I want you to remember that. I love you.”, he wrapped his arms around you. He brought your face up to his and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you. Now run.”, he said sternly. You were still shocked about the whole situation. You didn’t move. “(Y/N) RUN! GO!”,he pointed at the door. You do as he says and you make it outside, sobbing.
You sit back up and sigh, wiping a few tears. You walk to your car and drive to the office they wanted you to meet them at. You walk in and sign in. A police officer leads you to a room in the back. You sit in a chair in the small room and two officers sit beside you. “These tapes are labeled ‘The Basement Tapes’. After you watch them, you can decide whether or not you want them released to the public. You nod and they slide one of the tapes in a vhs player. A video of you and Dylan begins to play on the t.v. screen.
“Why are you filming?”, you laugh. “I don’t know. It’s just something we can look back on and smile at.”, Dylan’s deep voice says. You can tell by the background this was your room. You were both on your bed. He had the camera facing the both of you. You smiled at Dylan’s face on the screen. His smile….his eyes…full of life. “You know I love you.”, he says, looking at you. “I know. You tell me 24/7.”, you say as you place a small kiss on his lips. “I love you too.”, you say. A piece of hair falls in your face. You try to blow it off but it doesn’t work. Dylan laughs quietly as he brushes it off. “Stop being adorable.”, he says. Your eyes begin to cloud at the sound of his laugh. He places his lips on yours and you giggle against them. You both break away and he places his forehead against yours. The video ends and the officers take out the tape.
“Do you want to see more?”, they ask. There were 2 more tapes. You nod and wipe a tear that’s fallen. They slide another one in and the video starts. You’re in his room. You’re on the floor, playing with Rocky. You can hear Dylan’s soft laughter as you move your hand back and forth. Rocky chases your hand and pounces it each direction you go. The video cuts and Dylan’s in the floor with you. You can’t see his face because he’s behind the camera. “Let me film you.”, you say. You look at Dylan and smile. The video cuts again and you’re holding the camera now. You can see Dylan. One of his long legs is stretched out while the other is brought up to his chest. He’s resting his chin on his knee as he tickles Rocky’s stomach. Youre both quietly laughing and you zoom in on Dylan’s smiling face. “Zoom out. No one wants to see that.”, he says. “I want to.”, you say. He smiles and blushes. “I don’t know why.”, he mumbles. That video stops and the police takes it out.
“There’s one more video. Do you want to watch it?”, he asks. You wanted to watch it on your own. Maybe in your room, where you can imagine Dylan being there with you, with his long, lanky arms around you. You eyes cloud up. “Could I take it home and watch it?”,you ask. You quickly wipe a falling tear. “Sure. You can take them all with you.”, he says. He hands you the three tapes. “We won’t tell who has them. If people ask, we’ll say they were destroyed.”, the cop tells you. You nod and walk out of the office and back in your car. You drive home and sit in your room. The video you haven’t watched yet plays.
In it, you were laying in your bed. You and Dylan were spooning. He had the camera backwards so you could see both you and him. “Dylan turn that off. I’m trying to sleep.”, you whine. “I’ll set it over here. Just pretend it’s not there.”, he says as he sets it on a table beside your bed. You can still see both of you. Dylan kisses your cheek and you bury your face in the covers, trying to hide your blush. Dylan wraps his giant arms around you and pulls you closer to his chest. “I love you so much.”, he says. “No matter what happens. I’ll always love you, and I’ll always be right beside you through everything. The video ends and you sit there in silence. “Dylan…”, you whisper his name and begin to cry. You curl up on your bed and cry. You feel a giant warmth wrap around you and your crying begins to tone down. I’ll always be right beside you’, his words echo in your mind.
Noctis wouldn’t even be
fazed by his s/o’s status as a model. He knows exactly what they are going
through. He knows what it feels like to have people constantly swoon and get up
in your face. He’d respect their privacy because as Prince of Lucis, he is
constantly getting a lot of attention. Not to say that he wouldn’t shower them
with gifts and affection the only way Noctis knows how. CUDDLES IN BED FOR
DAYS! For date night, they’d just stay at home and watch movies and eat
popcorn. I bet you didn’t know that Noctis knows how to braid hair. Neither did
his s/o before then, but they do now. Thank you Iggy for the snacks.
This boy would legit be
bouncing off the walls if his s/o was a model. He may not have money like
Noctis or his s/o but he would literally do anything to make them. He will try
his hardest not to take so many pictures of them considering that is literally
their job, but, they don’t mind because with him it isn’t a job. With him it is
just fun. He would make them laugh and smile like no one ever had before
because with anyone else it was all about their fame. Prompto wears his heart
on his sleeve. He gives all he can and expects nothing in return. He’d love to
just sit at home and play video games and hold them in his arms.
He’s a pretty hardcore
man and he’d proudly show his s/o around. He is extremely proud of them and
what they do. He would however respect their boundaries if they asked him to
cool his jets. He is raw and animalistic in his love making. He’s passionate
and would show him that he’s more than just muscle. He’d enjoy resting his head
on their lap as they read to him. He can be intense and overprotective. He’d
defend them to the death. Paparazzi try to get in their face? Well I guess
someone has to buy a new camera. They are also the only one that gets to see
his soft side. The only one that gets to see his cuddly side.
He’d want to keep the
relationship out of the public eye for a while. He’d be doing it for their
protection and safety. Make sure that it wouldn’t hinder either of their
working environments. He’d cook them private dinners at their home before
slowly making their relationship public. He wouldn’t hold their hand in public
unless they really want to. Ignis had never been big on PDA and they are ok
with that. He’s big on leaving them flowers on the set of their shoots with
cute little love notes. When Ignis has that rare moment or day off, by the King’s
orders of course, he may bring them lunch to a shoot and somehow Ignis and his
s/o end up on the front page of a magazine because the other person got sick.
Ignis is also not afraid to bring out his daggers or spear to defend his s/o.
So, back in 2012, I was a big ball of rage. A lot of bad stuff was happening. I was still reacting from the bad things in 2011, when I was suddenly being thrown into a new home with the man my mother was dating, who I didnt even like. A friend of mine had suggested I watch your videos, but I ignored her for a while. Eventually, nearly the end of 2012, I finally did. I left your channel and went back to it a few times between then and now. Between 2013 and 2015, it was just because I didn’t always have the time to watch your videos. But, in 2015, my mother was in a terrible car accident. My family kept telling me that her death could be one of the outcomes, and I needed a distraction from that truth. So I went back to your videos. Drunk Minecraft has always been my favorite. Listening to the three of you yell about dicks, castles in the sky, and of course, Latin, was the most hilarious and wonderful thing on the planet to me. So, I went back and rewatched those. I watch other things as well, of course, but mostly DM. Then, in September 2015, some big things happened. In the beginning of the month, my mother came home. On the 19th, my cousin was born. And, throughout the whole month, my Grandmother’s health got worse. I was one of the people who were called upon to help with family matters. I had to push the videos aside. And then of course, I found out about some other bad things. Fast forward a bit. February 2016. I had a mental breakdown that resulted in me becoming homeschooled. I spent all of February sitting at home, watching videos and trying to recover. I surrounded myself in various Youtubers, and I pushed the rest of the world aside. Eventually I managed to recover a bit, and I started real schoolwork through an online program. I managed my time, and was able to do schoolwork, and watch videos. I thought that finally, things were fine. I was wrong. Fast forward again. Its the beginning of 2017. In January, I gave up on trying to contact my best friend, and developed a crush on Tyler. In February, I made this blog, which started out as being focused on Tyler, but isn’t much anymore. In March, my whole world crumbled before my eyes. My grandmother, who I never could’ve imagined life without, went into the hospital. Over the course of 19 days, she deteriorated, and passed on March 24th. I don’t think I’ve ever marathoned your videos as much as I have between March 5th and right now.
Over the past 5 years (has it been 5 or is my math off??), I’ve relied heavily on you and your channel. I searched for a happy escape, and I found it. Not only that, but I’ve found this absolutely wonderful community, full of caring, amazing people. I’ve made friends, who I really hope see me as friends as well. I found Ethans channel, and I found Tyler. And, I’m no longer a big ball of rage!
Thank you for giving me a place to go when I have no where else.
(p.s.: there’s a lot more that i had to cut out because it got super super long.)
[BTS] Reaction to getting ice cream with their crush
This is really cute I couldn’t help it. Also feel free to request, I can’t keep running on my own ideas here I’m stupid - Ashes/
V: Taehyung treated you pretty much like any other girl. He did offer to pay though, but when he realized he didn’t bring his wallet, the smile on his face fell and he asked you sweetly if you could pay this time. You only giggled a little bit and payed the amount, which was only like ten dollars because it was just from the ice cream truck that ran by on occasion. When you two got back into the house, he made sure to find his wallet and pay you back, telling you that he still technically payed with a goofy rectangular smile. The rest of the day you two were sitting together at home playing video games.
“You can pay next time, but I can handle it right now.. Actually, I take that back..”
Suga: He did not want to go at first. I mean, at all. But then you came into his room and asked him gently if he’d go with you to get the members and staff ice cream. Although he was tired from dancing to finish the new music video, he agreed at once. Behind you, Jungkook just stared because he wouldn’t even go with Hoseok and no suddenly he’s fine with going along with you. You two stopped at the small ice cream shop close by the to the set and bought about fifty simple vanilla ice creams for everyone. It was fun, surprisingly, and the two of you got to talk any play a lot during the trip. He actually had more fun than he originally intended to.
“Well, are you just going to stand there and stare or are we going to the ice cream shop?”
Jin: Mama Jin was happy to ask you for ice cream. After all, it was a really hot day, and you were wearing the most bored expression as you scrolled down your social medias while waiting for the other guys to get there. You were supposed to be an extra for the new music video, but no one had shown up yet. That look disintegrated the moment Seokjin stepped up to you, and you were very eager to go with him. By the time you came back, everyone else was complaining that you had taken forever to get there, and you just burst out with laughter, a domino effect doing the same thing to Jin.
“Well, perhaps its better to be fashionably late, at times.”
Jimin: You two didn’t even go out together, you got Taehyung to do it for you. Although you would’ve, Jimin complained that he wanted to stay and watch the movie, before adding that he wanted to talk with you as well so you should stay with him of course. Taehyung gently hit him on the shoulder but nevertheless complied, getting three ice creams for each of you. With Taehyung on one of your sides and Jimin on the other, you were quite content to stay there and eat ice cream while watching the comedy film Jimin had picked out. Everything was really fun, and you ended up falling asleep on Jimin’s shoulder half way into the movie because you were more focused on chatting with them than the movie, so when they went silent, you grew sleepy and fell asleep.
“TAEHYUNG SHE’S SO CUTE WHAT DO HOW DO I MOVE HER CAN I EVEN MOVE HER W H A T”
Rap Monster: He was completely okay when you asked him to go with you to get ice cream, though that didn’t stop the little complaints that he wanted to practice speaking English with you, a fluent English speaker. You thought for a moment before telling him that you two could practice and hold up a conversation while you were out to get ice cream. That probably was what really won him over and he agreed, following you to the ice cream shop. The conversation went everywhere, from cats to the meaning of life. You would correct his English, and he’d try his best to learn new words from you. Over all, the ice cream probably wasn’t the best part of this experience, but it was definitely an enjoyable part.
“You should suggest this more often, it was fun.”
J Hope: You two had a one sided deal going on. You’d both go get ice cream, but whoever stopped dancing while getting there had to pay. You were both dancing in the middle of the streets and taking quick leaps in hopes you’d get there eventually. You did, but it was already dark, and the ice cream shop was just about to close. Luckily though, you got to get ice cream before the worker left. However, since neither of you really stopped the entire time, you had to split and you both ended up having to pay. That was a bit of a boring end, but you were giddy and laughing at just about everything.
“I’ll beat you next time!!.. Do you have any spare change?”
Jungkook: He was a really good student, but when both of you were sickly to the point you couldn’t concentrate on work and you couldn’t attend in gym class, you knew there was something you had to do. Texting him in the only good class you had that let you rest your head down, you asked him if he would like to skip to get some ice cream with you. It was fourth hour, and he was more than ready to leave if you were. You two left during lunch without much difficulty. You were getting stares at some adults or children that saw the uniform you both wore, but you didn’t mind and just happily sat on the park bench with your ice cream in hand, talking about going up to a store and getting ice cream before going to cuddle or pass out at your house. Keeping in mind you were still just his crush, but you were both particularly sickly that day.
“We’re going to have to make it up tomorrow, you know that, right?”
Alright, so I should probably have gone to bed a long time ago. Instead, I wrote you this fic that was supposed to be a one-shot but turned out to be longer than that. There will be a part 2, hopefully tomorrow. God, I’m tired… anyway, enjoy!
Summary: As you make your way home from a party in New York in the middle of the night, you stubble upon two really scary men. It is a good thing you aren’t alone in the city!
Warnings: Sexual harassment, foul language
Word count: 2810
You were so tired, you literally felt like you, hypothetically, could lie down in that green dumpster across the street and fall asleep in five seconds. The New York night was so chilly you felt like not even pouring boiling water over yourself could help you unfreeze your stiff joints. It didn’t really help that you were wearing heels far too high to be comfortable to walk in under any circumstance either.
The night had started out great. You were going to a party with your classmates to celebrate the fact that your first semester had ended. A semester that, although it had been tough, you had been able to get through somehow.
The move to New York had been emotional, but you had still been excited to go there. It had been nice to leave your small hometown and with it, heartbreak and boring routines. Your newly achieved Bachelor’s degree had left you thirsty for more and that thirst had gotten you accepted to a Master’s program in your dream field. These past months you had pretty much been living the dream, with new great friends, and a decent apartment not too far from Manhattan.