i’m sorry if this is a stupid question, but what does it mean when people write c! technoblade?
i mean it in the way that it’s the character! nothing more, nothing less. thanks for asking lol
i’m sorry if this is a stupid question, but what does it mean when people write c! technoblade?
i mean it in the way that it’s the character! nothing more, nothing less. thanks for asking lol
Your writing is ✨the shit✨ thank you for the serotonin I needed to get through today
im glad my writing helps you!!! thank you for telling me this
okay so, i know youve written something similar to this, but can I have some headcannons of platonic!philza and romantic!technoblade for when they are in an argument with the reader and they flinch and have a panic attack due to past abuse, and the reader thinks techno and phil are gonna hurt them but their like no im so sorry and comfort the reader? your headcannons are amazing lol, sorry if this is too heavy
POSTED! here it is
i can’t even say that im upset with how specific this is bc it just works (also i kinda changed it a lil up for phil’s bc i was inspired to do something)
tw for abuse (mental and physical) and panic attacks
is there anything you wont write about? :)
i dont think i’d be comfortable writing yandere?? my past experiences make me super weary of writing manipulation/abuse in that romantic sense so i don’t think i could do that comfortably.
people have stated this and i had no idea (partially because i dont watch any of the mcyt’s streams) but tommy and tubbo have stated they dont like romantic (or in tubbo’s case, any) fics written about them so that’s also a no-no
DUDE, YOU ARE FEEDING INTO MY SAPNAP SIMPING HABITS PLEASE
obviously, if you’re not 18+, please don’t interact with this post!!!
I would literally ✨die✨ For you 🥺😌
DON’T DO THAT YOU’RE TOO SEXY AH HA HA ;)
can you write a tommy x reader please? just like simple fluff of like sbi family dynamics and Tommy asking them for advice on his first crush and stuff, getting all shy.
I DID IT! but ive called off writing romantic things for tommy, tubbo, and ranboo, so it’s platonic. sorry mate. here it is!
MORE PEOPLE REQUESTING OOGA BOOGA YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
also, someone commented on the last post about me writing self insert on tommy and tubbo, so i just wanna reiterate that with those two, i specifically only write platonic fics. i know the last post asked for dating hc and that’s on me for indulging in that.
I actually love you >:( <3
BITCH MY LOVE FOR YOU IS STRONGER >:(
FIRST REQUEST OOGA BOOGA OOGA BOOGA
also im about to hit 100 followers! thank y’all sm!!!
edit: so uh, i didnt know tommy didn’t like to be written in romantic x readers, that was on me 100% so i changed it to platonic!!
Do you write smut?
hell yeah, im horny– i write smut
what better way to unpack my twauma then by making it into a headcannons list? i’ll see myself out
- this motherfucker right here, your honor, will go absolutely batshit insane
- how fucking dare someone hurt you? like, to him, you’re his world and then some. the idea of someone hurting you physically, mentally, or any kind of -ly, will make him go feral
Idea for how Techno can commit vehicular homicide in minecraft 🥰 Carl loves you. On the way to go beat some ass Tech could have been ranting about how someone dared to do that shit- We’re gonna say Carl the horse can understand that 100%. Runs faster- doesn’t give tech the chance to jump off- just PLOWS the fucking asshole into the ground and stops their head ✨✨✨ boom minecraft vehicular (or at least transportation based) homicide 😌
PLSSSSSSSSSS 💀💀💀💀💀 DO YOU WANT TO BE THE ONESHOT WRITER?
what better way to unpack my twauma then by making it into a headcannons list? i’ll see myself out
Your sbi x reader hcs were literal gold i loved them so much. Thank you for creating them i wish i was half as chaotic as y/n. Hope youre well ❤
THANK YOU SM! i love reading the sbi x reader tag but it seems that chaotic readers are rare in this fandom which is illegal. i hope your day is great!!!!
trying something new! i like bbs and all, but i wanted to write for other youtubers! lemme know if yall wanna see more content like this lol.
this takes place in a minecraft au!!! also, mentions of bad parenting/abusive parents
poly x reader
banana bus squad (older works of mine have mini ladd and ohm, but i stopped writing for them for obvious reasons)
dream smp (both characters and irl ppl)
lunch club (except for carson for obvious reasons)
dream, sapnap, and c!technoblade x abused! reader hc
sapnap, dream, tommy, and c! techno x reader who cried while arguing hc
platonic! tommy x reader hc
c! philza + c! technoblade x reader who has panic attack hc
iamwildcat x thegamingterroriser x vanossgaming x male! reader
iamwildcat x thegamingterroriser x vanossgaming x sick! reader
kryozgaming x reader x smii7y
basicallyidowrk x female! reader x fourzer0seven
daithidenogla x reader x thegamingterroriser
au prompt: you live in a world where everything is black and white until you see your soulmate. once you’ve seen them you start to see color.
warnings: minor language
feat: smii7y, kryoz, i am wildcat, mini ladd, fourzer0seven, bigjigglypanda
You and Jaren had become great friends over the years (though not as close as John and him). You spent most of your time texting, sending memes, sharing jokes, screaming “YEET” at your friends. The two of you were practically inseparable.
But towards the public, the both of you were secretive towards your personal lives. But you couldn’t say the same about each other. You told each other practically everything. Almost nothing was a secret between the two of you. There was only one thing you never told each other. You both deeply wanted to find your soulmate.
The two of you had never seen each other’s faces. Jaren had planned on showing himself to you but he always was busy with editing that he never got around the chance to do it. That wasn’t really the reason. The truth is that he desperately wanted you to be his soulmate. But he was scared that if you saw each other that nothing would happen.
It was clear that the two of you had a thing for each other. You were constantly pestered by Tyler that you two should finally get together. You were scared. So that’s when he got the idea to invite you to his house when Independence Day came around. But not just you. The both of you.
He had the whole thing laid out. He was gonna invite the both of you to his house, but he wasn’t gonna let you say anything to Smitty. You were a bit against the idea, but you went along with it anyway. You had never went to go see him in person, so you figured it’d be a fun experience.
Eventually the day rolled around and you grabbed your bags and headed for the airport. By the time you landed in Tennessee, Craig had come to pick you up. You tilted your head in confusion.
“Where’s Tyler?” you ask. Craig smiled at you.
“He had to go stay at his house when Anthony came.” He replied. I nodded and got in the car. “Good to see you though.” He smiled. “You have some cute looking (E/C) eyes too.”
You looked at him in disbelief. “Craig, you can see colour?”
He chuckled softly and blushed. “Yeah. It happened when me and Sami met. I was a bit scared to tell her, but I came around eventually.”
You smile brightly. “Aw, I’m so happy for you!”
“Thanks. It’s amazing, really. You don’t really focus on seeing colour, you focus more on seeing the person in front of you that you don’t even notice. Then it all hits you and suddenly you realize that the person in front of you is the One.”
“Wish I knew what that felt like..” You frowned a bit. Craig smiled reassuringly.
“You’ll find the One eventually. I know it.” He replied. You smiled and the both of you drove off to Tyler’s place.
Upon arriving you noticed John hadn’t shown up. You found Tyler in the kitchen. “Where’s John?”
Tyler froze. He didn’t expect you to ask that. “Oh, uh. Scotty and Chrissy’s car broke down so he went to go help them.” He bluffed. His timing could have been better though. Scotty and Chrissy walked through the door with Kelly behind them. John wasn’t with them.
You shot tyler a glare. “Tyler, what’s going on?”
Tyler froze on spot. He didn’t know what to tell you. Smitty was on his way now and he didn’t wanna ruin the surprise for either of you. He bluffed again, but not as much. “Okay, okay. John and I had the idea of making your first time here special so he went out to get something.”
You eyed him and sighed. “Really? You didn’t have to.”
“But we wanted to. So now whether you like it or not, you’re gonna go upstairs to your room and get comfortable until everyone is here, okay?”
You chuckled at the older boy and nodded. “Yes, dad.” Craig and Scotty laughed as Kelly took you upstairs to a guest bedroom that they had. You thanked her but before she left she stopped at the doorway.
“What’s going on with you and Jaren?” She asked. You didn’t know what to say.
“What do you mean?” you reply.
“You know what I mean. Tyler won’t stop going on and on about the two of you. Clearly there’s gotta be something, right?”
“I…I don’t know, really. I’ve known Jaren for forever but…I like him too. A lot. I don’t know what to do.” You frowned. Kelly smiled softly.
“(Y/N), if you had the chance to pick out who your soulmate would be, or act like, who would it be?”
You paused. You didn’t expect her to ask that. “I- I guess…I’d want him to be funny, cute, and overall someone who’s not only there as a romantic partner but also as a friend.”
“So….in other words, Smitty?” She asked, looking at you with a small smirk pressed onto her face.
You scoffed. “Please.” But then it hit you at what she meant. If you wanted anyone to be your soulmate you’d want it to be Jaren.
“Mmhmm. I think you’ll be surprised about how the head and heart work, (Y/N). And besides, I think you’ll find Jaren to be pretty cute.” she replied. You looked at her with confusion.
“Wait what does that mean?”
She smiled as she left the room. “You’ll see.”
After getting everything situated you went downstairs and found the guys going against each other in Mario Kart on their Nintendo Switch. You chuckled as you pulled at yours and joined in.
You could have sworn someone must have called the police at this point because of how much all of you were screaming at each other. You had pulled in 2nd with Craig ahead of you for the past 2 laps of the race. You took out a green shell and aimed it at him. You yelled “YEET!” as it bounced off a wall and hit him before the finish line. He screamed in agony as you took first and won. Tyler and the others passed him as Craig ended up in last place.
“VICTORY ROYALE MOTHERFUCKERS” you yelled as you heard a very familiar giggle from a different room. You paused and looked at Tyler. “Who was that?”
Scotty eyed Tyler knowingly as he shrugged. You glared at him. “Tyler, there’s no way you have no idea who this random person is who is in your house.”
“Oh, I think we all know who he is.” Scotty responded. You tilted your head as you felt two hands cover your eyes and a quiet giggle from behind you. You recognized who it was almost instantly.
“Jaren?” You asked in disbelief. He took his hands off your eyes as you turned to look at him. He was adorable.
He waved his hand awkwardly. “Hi (Y/N)”. You laughed and wrapped your arms around him in a hug.
“oh my god I didn’t know you were coming!” you squealed.
He chuckled and hugged back. “Well, frankly, neither did I. Tyler invited me, but he didn’t say you were coming.”
The both of you looked at him. He shrugged it off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You all laughed as he went outside. “Well, I think now is a good time to get out the fireworks, don’t ya think?” He said, leaving you and Jaren alone in the house.
You weren’t sure what to say to him. “Uh…you look good.”
He chuckled. “Thanks, though I must say you look better.” You rolled your eyes.
“Please. I’m not half as cute as you are.” You say. He looks at you.
“You think I’m cute?”
You mentally cursed at yourself. “Uh, what I mean is- I’m gonna go help out John with the fireworks before he sets himself on fire.” You quickly rushed outside, but you didn’t notice that the world around you was changing.
You were pleased to find out that John had not set himself on fire just yet. Instead he was standing on the porch vaping his life away like no one was watching.
Soon enough the guys had fireworks launching in the air, creating a spectacle of flair across the sky. You sat on the railing of the porch and Jaren soon joined you. You watched the fireworks together for a while, you stole glaces at Jaren every once in a while, but each time you did you noticed something different.
You watched the sky light up with numerous colors. Red, green, yellow, it all felt so…right.
You placed your hand on Jaren’s as he looked up at the sky in awe. He felt your hand and looked at you.
“Please tell me you can see it too.” You whispered to him. He nodded and smiled softly.
“Yes, (Y/N). I can.” He whispered back, placing his hand on your cheek and brushing the hair out of your face.
“So, does that mean-”
Jaren cut you off by placing a soft kiss onto your lips. You melted from his touch and kissed him back deeply.
“I think it’s pretty clear, (Y/N)” he smiled. You connected lips again, this time the kiss was more passionate and it was clear that the two of you were meant for each other. John screamed as the guys saw the both of you.
some good shit right here
ship: platonic!bbs x male!reader
dialogue prompt: “No! I’m tired of doing what you tell me!”
warnings: abusive relationship, high school au, i poured my heart and soul into this, it felt really nice to write something like this
“Good morning, gamers,” I mumbled, walking to our table in the cafeteria. My friends simply said their greetings back or just nodded at me, looking just as tired as I was.
Mondays were always hard on us, especially since we all were trying to keep up with our channels on the weekends. We all probably had a few hours of decent rest.
“Is everyone gonna be ready to upload our Prop Hunt video tonight?” Craig asked, pulling out the Uno cards. It was a tradition for us to play before school started.
“Yeah,” Tyler muttered.
“Yup,” Evan replied.
“I think so. I haven’t had the chance to edit it yet.” Brock gave me a look, that was between concerned and confused.
“You’re usually the first one to finish editing out of all of us.” I yawned, tears pricking my eyes.
“Angel called me last night. She was ranting and told me not to hang up, so I couldn’t get to it.” I missed the eye rolls and the silent scoffs that were passed around the group.
“You could’ve told her you had something to do.” Marcel pointed out as the game had begun.
“She wouldn’t be happy about it. I don’t like upsetting her.” I placed down the first card, nudging Brian to place his next. “I’ll try to get it done before dinner.”
“There’s no pressure, L/n. Take your time.” Jonathan reassured me, giving me a soft smile. His smile quickly melted away and before I could ask why tan arms wrapped around my shoulders.
“Y/n!” Angel, my girlfriend of one month, exclaimed. She pecked my lips, smiling happily. “Good morning, baby.”
“Mornin’, Ang.” Looking back down at the table, I noticed it was my turn again and a plus two was laid before me. “Oh, you motherfuckers!” Everyone laughed as I pulled two cards from the deck.
“Don’t curse, Y/n.” Angel lightly patted my shoulder, giving me an admonishing frown. “It’s just a game.”
“Sorry, babe. It’s just that my friends,” I threw out a mock glare, “are little shits.”
“I was wondering if you could walk me to my locker.” I glanced over at my friends before looking at her. “Please, Y/n!”
“I really want to finish this game.” I tried to reason, looking in the green eyes of my lover. “Can you wait until the second bell?”
“Y/n, I want to get there before Samantha and April do so we can catch up on some stuff.” Seeing that I was still hesitating, she frowned again. “I bet Raymond would walk me to my locker.” I turned back around, trying to hide my hurt expression.
“Yeah, I’ll walk you.” She clapped in excitement as I set my cards down. “See y'all at lunch.” I tried to put on a smile, but it felt forced more than anything. Angel wrapped her hand around mine, leading me away from my friends.
Lately, I’ve been becoming less happy with Angel. She would give me little bits of an insult, leaving me to wonder if she meant it or not. And whenever I wouldn’t let her have her way, she would just grow cold and serious.
But, I still liked her. She meant a lot to me. So, I took everything with stride.
My friends, on the other hand, didn’t. Back at the table, all of them grew frustrated and angry with our relationship.
“I fucking hate her,” Tyler growled, slamming down a blue card onto the deck.
“Join the club.” Marcel sneered, glaring as Angel and I disappeared around the corner. “What does he see in her?”
“Maybe he’s just staying for the sex.” David pointed out, cursing quietly as a plus four was placed down.
“Y/n’s too insecure for sex.” Brian countered, crossing his arms. “Remember what happened when he had his fall out with Kyle? The whole reason it started was because Y/n refused to fuck him.”
“Whatever it is, I hope it’s good enough to justify her shitty behavior.” Lui cut in, leaning against Evan. “Though, I doubt there’s anything that really can justify it.”
“We just gotta trust Y/n for now, guys.” Brock sent everyone a reassuring glance. “I’m sure he knows what’s best for him.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” I cheered, carrying an assortment of flowers and chocolates to my friends.
“Oh my God!” Various noises of surprise came from them as I placed the stash on the table, grinning proudly.
“Let me hand them out first, children.” They went quiet as I started passing around gift cards with a gift attached.
For Evan, I stayed true to his simplistic nature and got him a bouquet of various red flowers. Jonathan received a chocolate box full of bear shaped candies. I got Lui and Brock assorted flowers, which were in almost every shade of the rainbow. Brian and Craig got Starbucks gift cards while I got David and Marcel Visa gift cards.
The last gift was for Tyler, but it was hidden in a plain, black box.
“Okay, open that one under the table.” He did as I said and once he opened it, he started laughing loudly. I started laughing at his reaction, slapping the table.
“Y/n, you didn’t!” He pulled out a blue dildo, about the size of his forearm. Brock quickly rushed to hide it, laughing along with the rest of us.
After the short laughing fit, they began to read the cards I gave them, either tearing up or smiling at my genuine messages.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/n!” Angel gave me a kiss on the mouth, which made me flustered.
“Ah, Angel! Not in front of the guys!” She pulled back, looking dejected. “Sorry, but you know I don’t like kissing in front of other people.”
“But it’s Valentine’s Day!” She pressed, slowly getting visibly angry with me. “Shouldn’t we be making out all day?”
“I’m just not comfortable with it.” She gave me a glare and I sighed, getting sad. “Sorry, Angel.”
“No… Don’t be. Just– Did you get me anything?” I lit up, seeing the opportunity to cheer her up.
“Actually, yeah! It’s at my house right now, so if you wanna come over later–”
“You mean to tell me that you don’t have a gift to give me during the school day?” I shut my mouth, looking at her in confusion. The table around us went silent.
“Is that ‘boyfriend protocol’ or something?” She huffed frustratedly, taking a step back and crossing her arms.
“Uh, yes! How am I gonna show everyone how good of a boyfriend you are if you don’t have a gift during school hours?”
“I don’t think you’d need to flaunt around how good of a boyfriend I am if you already know it.” I shrugged, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I’m no genius or anything, but I think I’m a very good boyfriend.”
“Nevermind, Y/n. I’m going to class.” She hissed, storming off. I clenched my fists, trying not to cry in front of my friends.
“Don’t listen to her, Y/n.” Lui comforted, leading me back to the table. “She’s probably on her period or something.”
“I made her a painting of us. I worked hard on it and everything.” My voice cracked as I folded my arms and laid my head down on them. “I thought she would appreciate it.”
“I don’t think you guys should keep dating.” Evan rubbed my back while talking to me. “You both clearly aren’t happy in this situation.”
“No, no. I’ll figure it out. I really want to keep dating her.” I looked at him with a teary face. “I’m sorry for crying.”
“Hey, don’t be.” David came over, sitting next to me. “Why are you saying sorry?”
“Are you fucking crying right now? That’s for babies, Y/n! I’m not gonna date a man who cries like a damn baby after an argument.” Angel ranted, pointing at my face.
“I have no clue.” I lied, rubbing my eyes harshly.
y/ntheactualgod has logged onto: what’s jon’s sexuality??
DHSJSK WHO CHANGED THE GROUPCHAT NAME
IT WAS ME
FUCK ALL OF YOU
h20delirious changed the chat name to: craig has a micropenis
and i oop
if you say “and i oop” one more time
i’m going to freak the fuck out
A N D
now you gotta beat them up tyler
you said it yourself
i’m gonna kick your ass as soon as we get to school tomorrow
do it pussy
can i record it for my channel?
they’re gonna be the next logan paul and ksi
but who’s who?
call dibs on being ksi
call dibs on being ksi
F U CK
I DON’T WANNA BE LOGAN PAUL
sucks to suck
hold on, angel’s messaging me
what’s up sugar
can i come over?
to hang out at like 2 AM?
not to hang out silly
i wanna take our relationship to the next level
I felt my heart stop in my chest as I read over what she sent me.
um, hold on
ANGEL WANTS TO HAVE SEX WITH ME
WHAT DO I DO?????
SEND US A SCREENSHOT
oh my god
do u wanna have sex with her?
not really if i’m being honest
ITS NOT THAT I DONT LIKE HER
I LOVE ANGEL
BUT IM NOT READY FOR SEX
that’s fine y/n! nothing to be worried about.
just tell her how you feel
im sorry angel, but im not ready for that yet
look out ur window :)
“She didn’t,” I whispered in horror, rushing to go peek out the window. In my backyard stood my girlfriend of three months, who smiled up at me. I saw her put her phone to her ear and my phone lit up with a call from her. Answering it with shaky hands, I looked down at her through the window.
“Hey, baby! Can you let me in?”
“Angel, I love you a lot, but I can’t do this.” My voice trembled with anxiety as I saw her face be pulled into a frown. “I’m so sorry, honey, but I just can’t have sex with anyone right now.”
“Why not! I’ve been dating your sorry ass for three months! The least you could do is make it worth my while!”
“Angel, I–” She let out an enraged yell, picking up one of my lawn chairs and throwing it across my backyard. I watched in horror as she practically messed up my backyard. “Angel, please stop!”
“I’m tired of dating your wimpy ass! I don’t deserve to be with such an ungrateful boyfriend.” And she hung up on me, storming out of my yard. My hands were shaking so hard, I dropped my phone. Sinking to the floor, I stuck my head into my knees and started sobbing.
Was I crying of fear or heartbreak? I couldn’t even tell.
“Good morning, Y/n!” I yelped loudly as David clapped his hand on my shoulder. He pulled his hand away, looking at me concerned.
“Oh, hey David.” My voice was scratchy from a lack of sleep, but I didn’t let it stop me from talking. “Sorry, you just scared me.”
“I’m sorry. You look like you just saw a ghost.” As we walked over to the lunch table, I kept my eyes open for Angel, becoming more paranoid the further in we walked. “Where were you this morning?”
This morning was really rough for me. I decided to skip out on sitting with my friends to hide in the bathroom, out of fear that Angel would confront me about last night.
“I had a long night. Woke up late.” I lied, weakly smiling up at my friend. “Hope you guys were worried about me.”
“We kinda were. Especially after what happened earlier this morning.” I looked away from David, seeing that we were nearing the lunch table.
“I’m fine,” I reassured to him, rushing to go sit down. I missed the unconvinced look on his face as he walked after me. “Hey, guys.”
“Y/n! Where’ve you been?” Evan called out, grinning as I sat between him and Craig.
“Late morning,” I responded, pulling out a cup of jello from my lunchbox. “Who won Uno today?”
“Lui did. He was totally cheating, though.” Tyler complained, making me smile genuinely. I felt myself relax a little around them as I opened up the cup.
“You’re a winner in my heart, Ty–”
“Y/n!” I couldn’t help but jump harshly as Angel called out my name. I managed to squeeze all the jello out of the cup and all over my hand. Angel’s tan arms wrapped around my shoulders and she moved to peck my cheek. “I didn’t see you this morning.”
Was she choosing to forget about what had happened?
“Uh… I woke up late.” I stuttered, looking at my now ruined jello. “Sorry.”
“You should really be more responsible, Y/n.” As she picked her hand up to move a piece of my hair, I couldn’t help the tiny flinch. Luckily she didn’t notice. “You wanna come over later to watch some Netflix?” She gave me a look similar to the one she wore last night when she first stood in my backyard, letting me know what she was implying.
“I’m sorry, Angel, but I got–”
“Let me guess. Homework? A recording session? Friends coming over?” She took her arms away from my shoulders, giving me a harsh glare. “You never have time for me.”
“Angel, not here,” I whispered, looking at the eyes of my friends watching us talk.
“Don’t give me that BS, L/n! You don’t care about me anymore!” She stood up to her full height, putting her hands on her hips. “Don’t talk to me unless you wanna apologize.” And she stomped away again, leaving me behind with an empty cup of jello and a hand covered in it.
“I’ll be right back,” I muttered, scared that I was going to start crying in front of the whole cafeteria. I speed-walked to the nearest bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I let the tears slip down my cheeks and silently cried my heart out. My jello covered hand stained my shirt, but at the time, I didn’t really care.
“Y/n? Are you in here?” I went silent, hoping that Brock would go away. “Y/n, I can see you sitting in there.”
“Go away.” My voice broke midsentence as Brock’s footsteps came closer to my stall.
“Y/n, we just wanna help you.” Jonathan came over as well. “Please come out.”
“I– I can’t!” I yelled, feeling broken. “I’m trying so hard to make her happy and she just can’t accept it! I’ve been letting her do as she pleases and it feels like she doesn’t even listen to me. I don’t want to cuddle with her and then she stops talking to me! I don’t give her a gift during Valentine’s Day at school and she yells at me! I say I don’t want to have sex with her and she proceeds to trash my backyard! I’m so tired of not being enough!” I was gasping for air near the end, recognizing that I was starting to have another anxiety attack. I quickly unlocked the door and smashed into the nearest person’s chest, sobbing heavily. They wrapped their arms around me, swaying back and forth as I let out month’s worth of tears.
“We’re here, Y/n. We’ve got you.” Brian whispered. I felt another pair of arms wrap around us and soon, everyone joined in on the hug.
And for the first time in months, I felt safe and secure.
Once my crying had dialed down, we all separated. I wiped my face with my sleeve, trying to remove any remnants of tears.
“Stop saying you’re sorry for crying. There’s no reason for you to say sorry when you’re this mentally torn about something.” Craig gave me a stern glare, holding me by the shoulders. “Why do you say sorry every time you cry?”
“I… I’ve been told that crying is considered being babyish.” Evan huffed, rolling his eyes at me.
“So what? Showing emotions isn’t being a baby. It’s being genuine. If you hide your emotions, then you’re just equivalent to a robot. You should be happy that you can express yourself so well. As cool as it would be to be a robot, I think it would get pretty boring.” I smiled a little, sniffing.
“He’s right, Y/n. Craig’s expressive, but he lifts like a damn champion. And Tyler screams like a preteen, but he’s just as strong as anyone else.”
“Hey!” We all laughed at that.
“The point is is that you shouldn’t feel bad for being emotional. It’s a part of who you are.” I nodded, feeling confident in myself. “Now, if I were to guess correctly, I’m assuming Angel told you that.” My smile quickly changed to a frown.
“How’d you know?” I asked Marcel, to which Jonathan snorted at me.
“Your girlfriend’s a douchebag, Y/n. I’m sorry, but it’s the Gospel Truth.” I just sighed, leaning against the wall.
“I know. But I love her.” Brock grabbed my face gently, making me look in his eyes.
“Think of every moment you had with her that was happy.” I looked up, trying to recall every moment.
When I asked her out. Our first date. The day we went on a road trip. Her aunt’s wedding. My birthday.
“Now think of every moment that you weren’t happy with her.”
Our first fight. Meeting my parents. Valentine’s Day. LAST NIGHT. NOT EVEN TWO MINUTES AGO–
“I have to go,” I muttered, a sense of urgency and determination running through me. I slinked past everyone, rushing out of the bathroom and to the lunch room. They all followed me as I walked over to Angel’s lunch table, where she turned to face me.
“Are you here to apologize?” I didn’t even get to open my mouth when she spoke. “Well, too bad. I’m still angry–”
“No! I’m tired of doing what you tell me!” I cut her off, balling up my fists. “Last night, you trashed my backyard because I wouldn’t fuck you! And you just yelled at me for saying no to hanging out after school. I’ve been doing everything for you when you wouldn’t even do half of it for me!” The cafeteria went silent as I was speaking, watching us argue. And for once, I didn’t care who saw me.
“How dare you, Y/n! I fucking love you!” She started tearing up, fake tears to get sympathy from me. “You’re going to break up with me?!”
“Uh, yeah? Was that not clear?!” She closed her mouth, shocked by my rage. “If you fucking loved me then you would’ve respected the fact that I didn’t want sex! You would’ve accepted my gift during Valentine’s Day and you would’ve respected my wishes throughout the year of me saying no! But you didn’t. Instead, you manipulated me continuously with no hesitation and it’s because you can’t seem to get in your tiny brain that not everyone owes you anything!” Tears leaked from my eyes, but this time, I didn’t care who saw. “I’m done, Angel. I want everything I ever gave you back.”
“You can’t do that!” She grabbed my wrist, looking into my eyes. “Y/n, I love you!”
I looked down at my now ex-girlfriend, ripping my hand away from her.
“No, you don’t.” And with that, I left her behind, once and for all.
As I exited the cafeteria, I watched Lui come up and clap me on the shoulder, smiling at me.
“You did good, Y/n.” I smiled. And it felt really great as a whole new feeling blossomed in my chest.
“Yeah. I did, huh?” Freedom. That’s what this was. Freedom from months of torture. I wiped away tears, not feeling ashamed for shedding them. “You guys wanna go ditch for some Hardee’s?”
“I call shotgun!”
“I’m taking my car!” As the others rushed out, Craig stayed behind, turning to look at me.
“Are you okay?” Linking our arms together, I sighed happily.
“I’m feeling great.”
ship: iamwildcat x male!reader x thegamingterrorizer x vanossgaming
warnings: gta au, reader is a sweet bean, this is mostly platonic
The blaring of my phone had woken me up from the best nap I had taken in a while. Grumbling under my breath, I looked over and saw it was Evan calling me.
“Hello?” I muttered, my voice deeper than usual.
“Hey, Y/n, my lovely best friend! My best pal on all of the Earth whom I love very much!” In the background, I heard gunshots and explosions going off.
“Evan? What’s going on?” I sat up immediately, putting him on speaker. I started getting dressed, preparing for the worst.
“Our heist isn’t going as smoothly as planned. The group is split up into threes and right now, Terrorizer, Wildcat, and I need a backup driver. Can you be near the pier within five minutes?”
“I can try! Do you want me to bring the truck?” I put on a pale sweater and shorts, trying to go for the innocent vibe.
“Yes. The least suspicious, the better.” Shoving on tennis shoes, I ran to my white truck outside, jumping in with a duffel bag I had prepared for situations like this.
I sped away from my house and started for the beach, getting closer to the wailing of sirens and gunshots. I did an illegal turn into a small alleyway, calling Evan again once I parked.
“I’m between the bakery and the surf shop. Try to not get me arrested.”
“I gotcha. We’ll be there in a few.” And with that, he hung up. I sat on the hood of my truck, scrolling on my phone mindlessly. Not even a few seconds later, there was a loud explosion about a block away, which made me jump.
Evan Fong, my friend for two years, rounded the corner with two men following them. They looked dirtied and bruised, but I could tell they were victorious from the smile on one of their faces.
I tossed over the duffel bag full of clothes, smiling kindly.
“Hurry up, boys. The faster you change, the faster we leave this area.” Evan threw off his mask and red jacket, replacing it with a yellow jacket and a black baseball cap. The guy with the pig mask took off the mask and the helmet, placing my navy hoodie on top of his bloody shirt. and the last guy simply buttoned up his flannel, taking off his mask that only covered half of his face.
They proceeded to put their own duffel bags, as well as mine beneath the backseats, before climbing in. I turned to Evan, handing him some money.
“Be a doll and get us some cake pops.” He nodded, smiling as he walked away with the money. I jumped into my truck, pulling out so I was parked on the curb front of the store.
“What’s Vanoss doing?” Pig boy asked me, confused by why we were still in the same place. “We need to go!”
“The best way to hide is to hide in plain sight.” I conveyed, turning in my seat to hold out my hand. “Y/n L/n. A pleasure to meet you two.”
“Tyler.” Pig boy grunted, shaking my hand firmly. His hand was rough compared to mine.
“Brian.” The other guy had an Irish accent, which kinda shocked me. I heard the wailing of sirens and turned back around in my seat, pulling out my phone.
“If anyone asks, we’re a group of friends about to go roller skating together. Evan wanted us all to hang out together and this is our first time meeting one another.” Right as I finished talking, a police officer had knocked on my window.
“Excuse me, sir,” he looked serious as I rolled down my window, “have you seen three men, all wearing masks, running around?”
“I’m sorry, officer, but I’ve just been waiting here for my friend to come out of the cafe. I did hear an explosion from that direction.” I pointed to where I had heard the sound, causing the officer to sigh.
“Yeah, that was them. They seemed to have just vanished under our radar.” He looked at me, grinning. “Well, if you do see them, don’t hesitate to call the station.”
“Loud and clear, sir. Have a nice day!” As he walked away, Evan exited the store with a bag of goodies. “I said cake pops, Evan! Not everything they’re selling!”
“I’m hungry!” He whined, climbing into the passenger seat. “Would it be okay if we stayed at your house for the night? I wanna wait out any searches for the night.”
“Sure thing. How do burgers sound tonight?” I put on my sunglasses, driving away from the beach and towards my neighborhood.
“I’m down,” Tyler mumbled, getting comfortable in the back seat. Brian just shrugged, accepting a cake pop from Evan. I held my hand out, getting a (chocolate/vanilla) one from him. I ate happily, swaying left and right in happiness.
As we made it to my garage, the boys proceeded to climb out. I turned off the truck, hopping out as well.
“You made this?” I looked over, seeing Brian inspect one of my paintings. It was a simple one, with a bouquet of flowers in a person’s hands.
“Yeah. You gotta earn money somehow.” I unlocked the door, letting the boys come in behind me. “I only have one guest room, so one of you guys have the choice of bunking with me or sleeping on an air mattress.”
“I’ll bunk with you.” Evan offered, still eating his snacks from the cafe. I slapped a croissant from his hand, frowning at him.
“I’m about to make dinner, turd. Stop eating junk.” I put the snacks on my counter, turning to go to my fridge. “Evan, be a dear and show the others where they’re sleeping.” I heard their footsteps disappear up the stairs as I pulled out premade burger patties.
I went to my backyard to prepare the grill when Brian had peeked his head out.
“Can I have a drink?”
“Yeah! Yeah! You don’t have to ask.” I reassured him, smiling softly as he grinned back. I started grilling to food, humming lightly as I did.
Suddenly the three came out, carrying their own lawn chairs and drinks. As they sat near me, I turned around and smiled at them.
“You guys like your room?” Tyler and Brian immediately grinned, both seeming pretty happy.
“Oh hell yeah! Your blankets are so soft.” I chuckled at them, flipping the burgers. “So, how do you two know each other? No offense, but you don’t seem like a mafia or heist type of person.”
“None taken. Evan and I met back during your first big heist. He was bleeding, so I took him here and patched him up. After that, he just kept coming back here whenever a mission went south.” Evan nodded, messing with the hat he wore.
“That was two years ago!” Brian looked over at Evan, his eyebrows raised high on his forehead. “You’ve been hiding this guy from us for two years?”
“Well, Y/n never wanted to get involved. Yeah, they’re my getaway driver from time to time, but I respected that decision.”
“Man, that’s really soft for you.” Tyler joked, causing him and Brian to both laugh at their leader. Evan blushed, his face full of mock-offense.
“I’m not soft!” I couldn’t help but laugh as well as Evan started slapping his friends on the arm. “Take that back!”
“You’re slapping him like a girl would, Evan. That screams soft to me.” Evan sent a glare at me as I flipped the burgers one last, seeing that they were almost done. “Just saying.”
“You’re the softest out of the four of us!” Evan sounded like a child as he pointed at my outfit. “You’re wearing pastel and you live in a white house five minutes from the beach.”
“Ah. You caught me. Guilty as charged.” I placed my hand on my forehead, acting as if I were dying. The others laughed at my theatrics. “Can one of you go get the buns, some plates, and ketchup from the kitchen, please?”
“I got you, Soft Boy.” I picked up the unused spatula, throwing it near Tyler’s feet. He let out a shriek, running into the house.
After more hilarity had ensued, we all had our plates and our burgers. We all sat around in my backyard, talking comfortably as the sun began to set.
“Oh shit.” Evan cursed under his breath as he answered his phone. “Uh, hello–”
“I’VE BEEN TRYING TO CALL YOU FOR THREE HOURS! WHERE ARE YOU, VANOSS?” Evan pulled his phone away from his ear as a male screamed at him from the other side.
“Okay, calm down, Delirious–”
“CALM DOWN?! YOU’RE TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN–” I quickly grabbed the phone from Evan, putting it up to my own ear.
“Hello? Delirious, right?” The man went silent as if I could literally hear his confusion. “This is one of Vanoss’s friends, Y/n. I’m letting him stay at my house for a few days to avoid getting caught.”
“Oh.” Delirious just said, already calming down. “So he’s alright?”
“Yeah, he’s fine. A little bruise here and there, but he’s good.”
“What about Wildcat and Terrorizer?” My eyebrows furrowed for a second before it clicked.
“Oh, you mean Tyler and Brian? Yeah, they’re here too.”
“Ok. Cool… On a completely unrelated note, where do you live?” Letting out a giggle, I shook my head.
“You could’ve just asked.” After relaying my address to him, he had asked me to put Evan back on the phone. I gave back the phone, picking up the dirty plates and going to the kitchen.
“Sorry about Delirious. He can be a little…”
“Special.” Brian snickered.
“Yeah, he’s really special,” Tyler emphasized. My nose crinkled as I grinned at the boys.
“It’s all good. I’m just sad you guys have to go so soon.” Brian scoffed, flopping onto my couch.
“Oh no. Now that I know that you exist, I’m never gonna go back to the penthouse.”
“Oh hell no, this is my safe haven!” While Evan and Brian bickered, Tyler walked over, smiling down at me.
“Could I get your number?”
“Oop. That was smooth.” I still pulled out my phone, handing it over to him. “Call me sometime, cutie.” Tyler’s eyebrows rose with interest and he grinned at me.
“Well, I just might have to now.”
Same anon as before ;) keep doing what you do. I read your wattpad stories too. You're good. Keep it up. - raindrop (let's give me a name eh?)
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the supporting parents: marcel x teen! female! reader x fourzeroseven (not really centered around them tho, theyre just your gay dads)
location: high school theatre
important info: reader is a lead role!
“I’m gonna shit myself,” I whispered, tugging on the scarf around my neck. My hands shook as I paced around backstage, nervous and worried.
“Calm down, L/n.” My castmate, Kiana, called out to me. She wore her Heather Chandler costume with pride, smiling at me with red lips. “Stress will only make your acting worse.” She rose a perfect eyebrow in my direction.
Tonight is where my life changes. Our high school theatre was doing a production into a musical called Heathers. Based off the 80s movie, and is just as hilarious.
And tonight, I will be starring as Veronica Sawyer.
“Y/n?” I heard a familiar voice whisper. Whipping my head around, I saw my legal guardian, Marcel, and my favorite of his friends, Scotty.
“Look at her!” Marcel squealed, shaking Scotty’s arm. “She looks ready for Broadway!” Scotty laughs, as he wraps his arms around me. I squeezed him back, relishing in his hug.
“You ready, Miss Sawyer?” He asks, stepping back. My hands were shaking as I also hugged Marcel. But, as my head rested on his shoulder, I saw he was holding something.
“What’s that?” Marcel pulled away, his excitement skyrocketing.
“Well,” He began, looking over at Scotty for encouragement, “These are the legal papers that state that I can legally adopt you as my daughter.” I gasped, tears hitting me faster than red shells hit Craig in Mario Kart.
“No way.” I breathed, making Marcel tear up as well.
“Way.” He replied, making the sentimental moment shatter. I punched him in the arm, making the duo laugh at me.
“We can finish this up after the show. Let’s leave her be.” Scotty ushered my now father out of the backstage area, winking at me for good luck. I smiled, nerves gone and replaced by happiness.
“Y/n! Curtains rise in a minute! We need onstage now.” Letting out a yelp, I ran onstage, just as the orchestra were tuning their instruments. After thirty seconds of tuning was over, the curtains opened up, revealing me in center stage, staring at the crowd.
In a quick five seconds, I saw my dad and Scotty sitting closest to the stage, phones ready to record. Around them were Craig, Sami, Lucas, Tyler, Kelly, and Anthony, looking more than happy to see me front and center.
Taking in one more breath, I began the show.
“September 1st, 1989. Dear diary,” The band joined in with a big bang of noise. I held back a grin that wanted to come out, staying in character. “I believe I’m a good person. Y'know, I think that there’s good in everyone. But, here we are,” Lifting up my arms in effect, I heard the ensemble come out, prepared to sing. “First day of senior year! And uh, I look around at these kids I’ve known my whole life and I ask myself, what happened?” I got some laughs from my deadpan, making me smile a little.
Going through “Beautiful” was amazing since everything was perfect. And when the Heathers entered, everything was spot on. Heather McNamara did her over the top motions. Heather Duke’s part was my personal favorite.
“Heather Duke! Runs the yearbook. No discernable personality, but her mom did pay for implants.” And then, I grabbed her boob.
Tyler let out a horrific wheeze, making others around him laugh. It took my everything just not to laugh along with them.
After we were done with the first song, the show itself was a hit. “Candy Store” received a wild applause as did “Fight For Me”, and songs like “Freeze Your Brain” and “Big Fun” were really good.
But then came the song I dreaded the most.
Dead Girl Walking.
The song that will ensure my new dad will never let me onstage ever again after this show.
“The demon of high school has decreed it,” I sung, looking upset and terrified. I truly was terrified, especially on the audience’s reaction to this song in particular. “She says Monday, 8 AM, I will be deleted.”
Going through the song was a breeze, I could easily fake being distressed, since, y'know, I’m a teenager.
But then it came.
“But I don’t own a motorbike.” I paused, looking Marcel dead in the eye. “Wait.” Feeling a huge grin coming in, I decided to say “Fuck it” to my worries. “Here’s an option that I like!”
Backing up so I was center stage once more, I kept my eyes on the whole group of people I knew.
“Spend these thirty hours getting freaky!” Marcel’s jaw dropped faster than a bullet. I saw Craig beginning to laugh, leaning into Anthony, who was in the same state. “I need it hard! I’m a dead girl walking!” Tyler soon joined the laughter, as did most of the audience.
The further into the song we got, the more clothing I lost, which almost made me break character when I glanced back over at Marcel, who looked like he was about to faint.
The actor who played JD looked just as amused, covering it up easily, but I saw it in his eyes that he was trying hard not to laugh.
“No sleep tonight for you! Better chug that Mountain Dew!”
“Okay, okay?” Smiling as I straddled him, I hovered over his crotch, praying that I wouldn’t give him an actual boner. By now, I didn’t dare look at Marcel, fearing for both my life and JD’s.
“Get your ass in gear! Make this whole town disappear!”
“Slap me,” I pretended to smack JD, trying not to actually hurt him, “Pull my hair!” He grabbed my short/long hair, pulling my head back with it. “Touch me there, there, and there!” Getting more “handsy” with one another, I snuck a glance towards Marcel.
He looked absolutely livid, staring in horror as I faked sex with a boy.
“And no more talking!”
“No-o-oh!” And for a grand finale,
JD ripped open my shirt.
Exposing my tiddies.
My tiddies that had a blue bra over them, thankfully.
“Love this dead girl walking!” AND THEN COMES THE GRINDING.
Trying not to laugh, the both of us made it through the song, with a final note that surely will make this song one to remember.
The rest of Act I was a blur, as we finished it with “Our Love is God”, a morbid song really. I walked straight into my dressing room, not daring to leave it until Act II started.
Act II was my favorite, with bangers like “Shine a Light” and “Seventeen”. But who can forget the song that fucking slaps.
“Dead Girl Walking Reprise”.
“I wanted someone strong who could protect me.” Determination shone through my face, preparing me for the largest high note of the entire show. “I let his anger fester and infect me!” I motioned to my chest, showing I was done with JD. Holding the croquet mallet in the opposite hand, I continued.
“His solution is a lie! No one here deserves to die! Except for me and the monster I created!” Taking a step forward, instead of back like how I did for most of the show, I took in a large breath.
“Yeah, YEAH!” The high note smashed through the air, coming out just the way I wanted it to. For a second, time slowed down, allowing me to feel the moment I had created.
Scotty looked at me with the proudest grin I’ve ever seen on a man. Marcel was tearing up, probably from the previous scene, where I had committed suicide. But my high note made the waterworks come back again.
Craig and Sami held onto one another, looking like a couple at a sports game. Anthony looked like he would kill the world for me, while Tyler looked just about ready to scream for me as if it were some type of football game.
And then time sped up again.
“Heads up, JD! I’m a dead girl walking!” Storming to my right, I’ve never felt so alive in my entire life. “Can’t hide from me! I’m a dead girl walking!”
Stopping my pacing, I got ready for the minor high note, which would be my last for the night.
“And there’s your final bell! It’s one more dance, and then farewell! Cheek to cheek in hell with a dead girl walking!” The audience applauded, preparing me for the final few scenes of the show.
And just like that, it was curtain call.
First, the ensemble. Then, minor characters with names. after that, Kurt and Ram. Martha. JD. Heather, Heather, and of course, Heather.
Running into the center, the crowd screeched as I bowed. I started tearing up at the love and support I got, looking at my family, who screamed the loudest.
Seeing Marcel and Scotty cheering for me, both looking more than happy to see me, I felt my heart flutter.
I think I found out what I wanna pursue in college.
“ship” i guess: h20delirious x teen! reader x vanossgaming
location: i guess north carolina
My eyes lifted off of my phone, to look for the source of the noise. Evan, Luke, Jonathan, and Ryan didn’t pay any attention to the sound, all busily editing away.
Scrunching my face in confusion, I stood up. Shoving my phone into my jean’s pocket, I started searching for the noise.
Eventually, I was led to the window. Looking out, I then discovered where the noise was coming from.
Gasping softly, I watched as the rain came down onto the suburban street. I came from a very hot area, and rain wasn’t a huge thing.
But since I finally visited Jonathan with our friends, I got to experience it first hand.
Running upstairs, I swapped my short sleeved shirt with one of the long sleeved ones Evan lent to me. Digging through my bag, I pulled out a/an f/c raincoat. I slipped it over my head, making sure the hood covered my hair.
Rushing back down the stairs, I managed to slide on rainboots, that I never got a chance to use until today. When I unlocked the front door, it arose the questions from the boys.
“Y/n, where are you going?” I looked back at Ryan, who stared at me curiously. I grinned at him, bouncing in place.
“It’s raining!” I yanked open the door, dashing out to enjoy the weather. A cool mist hit me, as well as the pellets of rain. Leaping off of the porch, I spun around.
Splashing and jumping around like some four year old, I laughed lightly to myself. High school had been an absolute bitch this past year, and since I was entering my last year, I had a small amount of time before I needed to grow up.
And as pathetic as it sounded, growing up was something I didn’t want to do. I just wanted to be a kid for as long as possible.
“Yeah!” I squealed, as cold water hit the back of my legs. Turning around, I saw Evan, who didn’t have rainboots nor a coat. Just a hoodie and tennis shoes. He grinned at me, jumping into puddles.
I followed it suit, slashing him with the water on the sidewalk. He let out a yelp, as it hit his face. I turned to run, only to smack into someone else. Backing up, I saw I ran into Jon.
“Ay! It’s Jonathan!” I announced, giddy to see them join me. He crinkled his nose, as his grin stretched across his face. “Come on!” Dragging him over to Evan, the three of us bounce on top of puddles.
Little did we know, Ryan and Luke were both watching us.
“They both would make good parents,” Ryan commented, watching the boys entertain me. “How long until they realize that the other feels the same?” He looked towards Luke, who sipped his cup of juice.
“I think Y/n will lead them together. They already look like a family.” Luke pointed out, watching as Evan shoved Jon into a large puddle, making a huge slash that went everywhere. “We should start getting towels ready.”
Back to the three of us, we were in a full splashing war. Jon had found a bucket on the street and had begun to fill it up, hoping to get one of us good.
Screeching, I tried to run away, but Evan caught me from escaping. Jonathan ran forward, splashing me with the water from the bucket. I let out another dinosaur-esque screeched, as the others begun to laugh.
I soon joined them, slumping down in Evan’s arms, as we all laughed to the point of crying.
I really love them.
ship: daithidenogla x reader x thegamingterrorizer
warnings: reader is a flustered bean
I never really dressed up.
Even when I was in the early stages of my relationship with Brian and David, I always did the bare minimum. Jeans and a nice shirt or sweater. They loved me for me and that’s all that truly mattered. Nothing about how I looked.
But walking around the mall with my friends, I felt drawn to two articles of clothing in the corner of the clearance section. A pale pink sweater and a soft purple skirt.
My best friend, Craig, immediately noticed my gaze and gave me a knowing grin.
“You gonna buy it?” I got flustered, turning my gaze away from the clothes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He chuckled at me, walking over. After thumbing through, he picked up the sweater and skirt. “What’re you doing?”
“Buying this for you.” He chirped, bumping my hip. “Since your pride is too big for you to buy it for yourself.” I opened my mouth, preparing to insult him (because that’s what friends do) when he rushed to the cashier, quickly buying and bagging the items.
“I hate you.” And yet, I took the bag from him, feeling excited about the new clothes.
After another hour of screwing around in the mall, we made it back to my house, where Craig and I departed so he could go home. Unlocking the front door, I smiled at the sight of Brian and David on the couch, arguing over a round of Mario Kart.
“Hey, boys,” I called, making my way upstairs. They both called back their own greetings, too focused on winning to carry a conversation with me.
I rushed into the room, excited tearing open the bag and ripping off tags. Quickly throwing off my clothes, I put on the sweater and skirt, shivering at how cold I felt. I looked over at the mirror on the door, admiring how pretty and soft I looked.
But something was missing.
I frowned, trying to figure out what was wrong with the outfit. It couldn’t have been the skirt or sweater, because they were both easily the comfiest things I have worn. Maybe it was my hair?
No, I don’t see a problem with how my hair looked. Huffing heavily, I went to go put on a pair of socks, stopping when I saw the thigh highs I had gotten as a joke for my last birthday from David. Giggling eagerly, I shoved them on, looking back in the mirror again.
Now I looked perfect.
I grabbed my phone, quickly posing and taking pictures in the mirror. I couldn’t keep my eyes off myself, feeling confident in how I looked.
After five minutes of doing poses, I deemed my little dress up party over. Setting my phone down, I went to go take off my socks before the bedroom door opened.
“Hey, Y/n, David wants to know what–” Brian stopped midsentence, looking over my appearance. I looked at him, absolutely mortified that he saw me in this.
“Hey, Brian! Haha!” I croaked, feeling embarrassment run through my blood. “Uh… Um… How’re you doing?” His face went red as he looked me over. I looked around the room, awkwardly avoiding eye contact. “Ok, well I’m gonna go change!”
“No!” Brian practically yelled, causing both of us to freeze. “I mean, don’t be embarrassed. You look great!” I had begun to inch my way towards the bathroom, smiling sheepishly. “I bet David would say the same too.”
“Oh, God, Brian don’t–”
“DAVID!” He yelled down the stairs. I turned my back to my boyfriend, hiding my face in my hands as footsteps reached our shared room.
“Where’s the fire?” David asked, his thick accent only making me more on edge.
“Look at Y/n.” Brian cooed, which I responded with sending him a glare over my shoulder. David’s reaction was the same as Brian’s as they stepped into the room.
“Aw, look at you!” David walked up to me, which only made me bury my face further into my hands. I just groaned in response, feeling my boyfriend wrap his arms around me. “You’re so cute.”
“Christ,” I mumbled, peeking an eye open to see his face. Brian came up as well, hugging my front.
“She’s so flustered.” Brian gave me a kiss on the cheek, which made me giggle. “When’d you get this?”
“Craig saw me eyeing it at a store and bought it for me.” David stuck his head into the crook of my neck, making me squirm a little as his scruff tickled me. “I guess I should be thanking him.”
“And thank you, Daithi, for these thigh highs.” Brian’s hands were dangerously high on my legs, which only made me blush harder.
“Get off of me you horny fuck.” I smacked away his hands, laughing as he pouted. “God damn, think of something other than sex.”
“He can’t help it. He’s a pervert.” David snickered, which made Brian scoff playfully. “But I’m also thankful for these socks.”
“Ok, I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.” I peeled myself away from them, shaking my head. “You hormonal losers.”
ship: iamwildcat x sick!reader x thegamingterrorizer x vanossgaming
warnings: fluffy shit, reader hates throwing up, sick people love crying for no reason
“Aw fuck.” I cursed before letting out a painful sneeze. On the bright side, I felt like I could breathe for two seconds.
What was supposed to be a good session of gameplay with Tyler, Javen, and John had turned into a torturous hour of me trying to hold in every sneeze and cough.
“That sounded loaded,” Tyler commented, still playing Golf It. “You good?”
“I think?” I sniffed a little, suddenly feeling lightheaded. “Actually, nevermind.” I exited the game, rubbing my face. “I’m gonna go, y'all.” A chorus of complaints arose from the group call, but I ignored them. “Look, I’m tired and sick and even more tired,” I complained, hitting my face on my mic.
“Alright, babe. Don’t push yourself, ok?” Tyler reassured me, making me smile softly. The moment was interrupted by the sound of Smii7y gagging. “Shut the fuck up, milk bag!”
“See you boys later.” I left the call, slumping in my chair. I didn’t have any energy to get up and move to my bed so I got comfy and fell asleep.
“Y/n?” A familiar voice woke me up and I cracked an eye open with all of my might. Evan was crouched before me, holding a kind smile. Behind him was Brian, who held a grocery bag. “Hey, honey, how’re you feeling.”
“Shitty,” I whispered, holding my hands up for him to pick me up. Brian shook his head, grinning as Evan pulled me into his chest. I snuggled into his neck, allowing him to carry me from the desk. “You’re so warm,” I mumbled as we went through my apartment. He placed me on my couch, struggling when I refused to let go of him.
“Y/n, I need to help Brian make your soup.”
“No!” I whined as he broke away from me. He set a blanket on top of me, waving goodbye as he left to the kitchen. I closed my eyes, sighing sadly to myself.
“Hey, baby.” Brian’s soft voice lulled me awake, his hand on my warm cheek. “I need you to eat something, ok?” I just nodded, keeping my eyes shut out of exhaustion. “Can you sit up?” Moving my body, I managed to get myself upright. “Tyler says he’s on his way with some hot chocolate. Doesn’t that sound good?” Nodding again, I leaned against Brian’s body, feeling his chest shake as he chuckled.
“Are they awake?” Evan had entered the room, sitting to my left. Brian hummed in response and I felt a spoon at my lips. “Open up, it’s soup.” I peeled open my mouth, accepting the spoonful of liquid. Only to gag two seconds later at the taste of medicine on my tongue.
“You’re a bitch.” I coughed, swallowing the shitty tasting liquid. “I’m fucking breaking up with you.”
“You say that every day now.” Evan teased, rubbing my back. The front door opened and closed, surprisingly quiet for Tyler entering. After a short minute, I heard his footsteps enter the room.
“Aw, look at them.” He cooed, which made me open my eyes and glare at him. “Hey, babe, I got you a hot chocolate.”
“Evan’s being mean,” I complained, leaning onto Brian’s shoulder. Tyler rolled his eyes playfully, looking over at his boyfriend.
“What did you do?”
“The fucker gave me medicine and said it was soup.” The three of them laughed at my pain, teasing me. “I hate all of you.”
“Sip your hot chocolate, babe.”
The next time I woke up, I was laying against Tyler with Evan on top of me. Judging by the background noises, I knew they were watching a movie. But that wasn’t what woke me up.
A wave of nausea rolled over my body and judging by my mouth watering, I knew what was coming next. I frantically tapped Evan’s arm, hoping he would get the memo. Thankfully, he rolled onto his side, allowing me to launch off the couch and make a run for my bathroom.
After throwing my guts up into the toilet, I leaned against the bathtub, silently trying not to cry. I was tired and now my throat felt like it was on fire.
Tyler came into the room, holding a cold water bottle in his hand. After letting me take a few sips from it, he then picked me up from the cold floor and carried me out of the bathroom.
“Give us a warning next time, babe.”
“What was I supposed to do? Sit up poshly and say, ‘Oh lord, I’m going to the loo to go barf. Be right back loves.’” Tyler giggled, though he stopped when he saw my frustrated tears.
“Don’t cry, baby. We’ve got you.”
“I don’t wanna be sick anymore.” I whimpered, crying softly as we reentered the living room. Brian and Evan came over, soothing me gently. “I just want a hug.”
“Oh, honey.” Evan gave me an empathetic look, wiping my forehead. “We can give you all the hugs you want. There’s no need to cry.” The three clambered onto the couch again, hovering over me to shower me with love.
My tears quickly dried up and with that, all four of us were back to cuddling on my couch. And with Tyler’s hands in my hair, Brian’s arms around my waist and Evan’s head on my thighs, I felt a little bit better.
ship: basicallyidowrk x female!reader x fourzeroseven
warnings: homophobia, racism, it’s the 50s babe what do you expect, inspired by a webcomic called rock and riot
“This is complete and utter bullshit.” Marcel raged, kicking an empty can angrily. I watched him from the sidewalk as he stomped around. Scotty was attempting to calm him down, following him around as he paced.
I couldn’t help the disappointed sigh that left me as I buried my head into my knees.
Being in a relationship with two guys wasn’t as easy as it seemed. For one, there are many comments about me being a “whore” for dating two men, as well as Marcel and Scotty being called “cuckolds”. Two, because we’re an interracial couple, we get even more flack for breaking society’s roles on us.
And because of those two reasons, we couldn’t go to prom together.
We weren’t the only ones either. There were Craig and Tyler, a gay couple; Evan and Jonathan, an interracial gay couple; and Anthony and Melina, an interracial couple. We all were rejected from being able to go to prom.
Unwilling to face the principal’s wrath, we retreated to Marcel’s cul de sac, where he currently was raging his ass off.
“Marcel, Marcel!” Scotty comforted his boyfriend, quickly calming him while I sulked on the sidewalk. After a quiet few moments, my boyfriends joined me on the ground.
“This fucking blows.” Scotty murmured, holding my hand. I nodded solemnly, leaning onto his side. I felt Marcel’s hand on my back, which meant his arm was around Scotty. “I wish people would just accept us.”
“We knew what we were getting into when we got together,” Marcel whispered, rubbing my shoulder lovingly. “I just wanted a night with the two most beautiful people in the world.”
“Shut up.” I grinned, slapping his chest lightly. “That’s so cheesy.” We all sighed together, enjoying one another’s presence.
But that was when I got the idea.
“What would happen if we somehow got into prom and got caught?” The two of them gave me a confused look. “Like, what are the repercussions?”
“Suspension, maybe?” Scotty thought it over, moving his hand from my own to my waist, his letterman jacket providing warmth. “I mean, we aren’t seniors, nor are we troublemakers…”
“Don’t lie to her, Scot.” Marcel teased, grinning softly. “She knows us enough to know that we’re anything but angels.”
“Then let’s go to prom,” I suggested, smiling in excitement. Marcel smile changed into a frown once more.
“You heard the principal. No dates that are homosexual or interracial are allowed.” I turned my body to face my boyfriends, grinning with mischief.
“Since when did we decide some fat fuck was gonna dictate how we get to spend our Saturday nights?” Scotty’s face lit up with hope while Marcel’s lit up with boldness. “I’m sick and tired of being shoved around by some balding white man. I’m gonna crash the fuck out of that prom.” Scotty sat up, grinning handsomely.
“What’s the plan, babe?”
“I can’t believe we’re crashing prom together!” Melina sang happily, thumbing through dresses. “I mean, I knew you were rebellious, but I didn’t think you were this rebellious!”
“We all want a night out, so a night out is what we’re gonna get.” I declared, finding a sparkly f/c dress. It puffed out at the waist, reminding me of a princess dress. “I want that one.” I plucked it off the rack, holding it up to my body.
“Oh hell yeah.” Melina chirped, looking me over. “Go try it on!”
After wrestling with the zipper, I looked in the mirror, pleased with how I looked. I normally looked like an innocent teenager, but this dress made me feel like a glamorous, rich woman. Give me pearls and I’ll knock off the socks of every straight man in the county.
“Y/n, are you done yet?” Melina asked, knocking on my dressing room door. I peeped it open, seeing her yellow, sweetheart dress. “Oh my God.”
“You look great!” I squealed, causing her to blush. “Anthony is going to pass out when he sees you.”
“Shut up.” She nudged me, shaking her head. “You’re a riot.”
“I know.” I winked at her, closing the door.
“You look wonderful, Y/n.” My older sister, Ryb, complimented me. “Mom would’ve loved to see you.”
“I’m sure wherever she is, she’s proud of me.” I retouched my lipstick, looking in my vanity mirror. “I’ll call you if we get arrested.”
“Knowing you, you’ll find your way out of it.” She teased, taking a photo of me. The doorbell rang, causing me to grow nervous. “That must be your boys. I’ll go let them in.” As she walked away, I looked myself over one last time.
I was really about to do this. I was about to crash my junior prom. And somehow, the only thing that made me nervous was Scotty and Marcel’s reactions.
But as I descended from upstairs and saw their reactions, I knew that there was truly nothing to be nervous about.
“Holy shit.” Scotty cursed while Marcel just gaped at me. I couldn’t help but gasp at their appearance.
Scotty’s unkempt hair was brushed neatly, going very well with his grey suit and f/c bow tie.
Marcel’s hair was gelled to create a masculine look, his scruff shaved which made him look older in his black suit and f/c skinny tie.
It took me a moment to remember that these handsome boys were dating me.
“Hey, guys.” I meekly smiled, going down the stairs. They stayed silent, still staring at me. The flashing of Ryb’s camera brought them out of their stupor.
“Y/n, you look stunning.” Marcel smiled, visibly awestruck. “Like, damn.”
“Wow.” Scotty murmured, cupping my face gently. My face went hot at their attention and I began to giggle shyly.
“You guys clean up nice,” I whispered, smoothing out both of their suits. Marcel held my hand to his heart, tearing up slightly.
“If you guys are done being sappy, I’d like to take some pictures.” Ryb cut in, making us chuckle. After doing ridiculous poses with one another, we made it out to my car. As I turned on the engine, Scotty leaned in from the back seat.
“So, we’re having post-prom sex after this, right?”
“Oh, hell yeah.” Marcel and I nodded in agreement as I pulled out from my driveway. “My house?”
“Where else?” I quipped, speeding out of my neighborhood. After a few minutes of driving, we reached the school parking lot. Waiting there for us was Melina, Anthony, Evan, Jonathan, Craig, Tyler, and a lot more people. “Uh…”
“It’s all our friends!” Scotty pointed out as we parked the car. I stepped out, recognizing the faces around me. Everyone went silent, smiling proudly.
Gay couples, lesbian couples, mixed couples, couples of all sorts surrounded the few cars in the parking lot. I couldn’t help the excited smile that was on my face as I climbed onto the hood of my car.
“I can tell many of you are here for the revolution.” Various cheers erupted from the crowd as they looked up at me. “That’s perfect. Because we’re done being docile. We’re done listening to this stupid principal and what he thinks is right for us! I say fuck the norm!” The cheers were slowly becoming louder. “Fuck the homophobic assholes! Fuck the racist assholes! Fuck everyone who says what you can and can’t do! Are we gonna take this bullshit or are we gonna riot?”
“Riot!” A booming cheer rose over the parking lot, causing me to giggle with adrenaline.
“That’s right, baby! Let’s go fuck this prom up!”
And with that, we burst through the entrance of prom, quickly slinking into the crowd. The teachers lost us as we all split up to go wreak havoc.
I spotted the picture booth and immediately grabbed Marcel and Scotty’s arms.
“C'mon!” I squealed, dragging them over to pose in front of the cameraman. We did one normal picture before doing stupid poses with one another. I gave the man a twenty before swiping the polaroids off of him and continuing to dash through the prom. Students were watching as we all made our mark, cheering us on.
I made my way to the stage, getting ahold of the microphone.
“I want you all to know that this is a revolution! And we won’t be stopped!” I yelled, before turning around and grabbing Scotty’s face.
I gave him a forceful kiss before turning to Marcel and giving him an equally passionate smooch. After a moment, I turned back to the mic, slightly breathless.
“And to this stupid motherfucking principal, suck my left tiddy!” I sent out a graceful middle finger before the three of us ran off again. Though this time, we ran out of the gym.
I giggled happily as we circled the school and went back to the parking lot. Marcel was practically skipping, swinging his intertwined hands as we rushed out. Scotty’s high pitched laugh pierced the air, his giddiness similar to a child’s.
“Last one there’s a rotten egg!” He squealed, dropping our hands to run. I followed in suit, picking up my dress so I wouldn’t trip. Marcel and Scotty were easily further ahead of me, which was a telltale sign that I was gonna be the rotten egg this time.
As we reached the clean car, we all stopped to catch our breath again. I bent over the trunk, laying flat on my stomach to try and calm down.
“That’s a pretty sight,” Scotty smirked, looking at me. Realizing my compromising position, I gave him the middle finger.
“You’re unbelievable.” He laughed again, straightening up his suit. “What do we do now?”
“Let’s go get milkshakes.” I heaved myself up, stretching.
“Then victory sex?” I snorted, looking at the two loves of my life.
“Then we’ll have victory sex.” Both of them fist pumped the air before high fiving, making me snicker again.
“Get in the car, you dorks.”