#Imagine Idubbbztv

[cxncxrcrxw]

Right Now (( Joji Miller Imagine ))

warning: this one is a tear jerker. 

You had left him alone. In a room. With your family and some of your closest friends. He was sweating too, to the point that in had comedic potential. 

His hair, messy from lack of care, bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, clothes in wrinkles and hands shaking, he cursed your name under his breath. 

Because you had left him here alone. 

Joji wasn’t entirely angry at you- he knew you didn’t do it to vex him. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop you from going. Fact of the matter was- you didn’t just leave him, the two of you hadn’t broken it off. 

You had left everyone. Every single person in the room. And they all felt what he was feeling, however, he couldn’t relate to any of them. 

They’d arranged this, this church service, for you? Did they even know you at all? It was hypocritical bullshit, the idea that they would put you through this when they knew very fucking well how you felt about these types of things. 

But you had, yet and still, left him in the spotlight of your beloved. He skimmed around the room with his bloodshot eyes, hazily he read the minds of people around him. 

Your best friend. You hadn’t seen them in years, but the two of you called every day, and were still constantly texting like you did in highschool. They were staring right back at Joji with the same look. 

Your family, the ones who planned the service and gave George no say or chance for input, stared at the japanese-australian with a look of dispair, anticipation, and anger. 

He knew damn well how they felt about them- fucks sake, he had taken their little girl miles away, maybe they had a bit of a right. He knew what was going on. They were waiting for his speech. 

George coughed, skimming his eyes around the room one last time, before realizing that he knew what you would want, if you were here right now. 

“Y/N was the funniest person I’ve ever met, or will meet. She was dependable, loving, and young-spirited. She was my babygirl.. as she was yours.” He began, he could feel tears welling up already. 

“When I met her, she told me that her best friend and her had seen my channel, and thought it was the funniest shit. She told me that whenever her parents were giving her a hard time, she turned on my music and listened to my voice, no matter how serious or not serious the lyrics were, or the video was.” His voice level was rising, becoming angrier. 

“And she told me, that when she told her parents she didn’t believe in anything, she had never felt more isolated. She told me that she had never felt at home until she was with Y/BFF/N, or me. When she moved in, that first night she cried because of how comfortable she felt being there. We sat on the couch we now shared and watched The Simpsons, she layed in my arms and kept hold of my hand.” 

Finally, Joji broke down. 

“You don’t understand how badly I want her hand in mine again.”

Your family looked appalled, but it was within reason. Joji didn’t care. He pulled a box out of the pocket of his sweatpants, the ones he’d been wearing for three days straight. He opened it up, in it a ring. Gold, with diamonds forming a rough circular shape. And engagement ring. The crowd went silent. 

“I was going to ask her.. I was going to take her to her favorite restuarant, and I was going to ask her to be my wife. She never came home for our date.” He was now choking out sobs, slobber dripping from his lips, nose running as he had to yell to make words come out. 

“She wouldn’t of wanted me to do this.. she wouldn’t want me crying in front of people who will only talk about the spectacle our relationship was.. but here I am. I failed Y/N, we all did.” Leaning against the podium, he could feel his heart pounding, stomach folding inside his torso. 

You had left him. You had left them. 

Joji walked off the front, running out, the door slamming open and shutting behind him.

He had to leave this funeral home.

[cancerousjojian]

cancer crew aesthetics

a/n: so this isn’t particularly an imagine, just a lil thing about what i feel like the guys’ aesthetics are like.

ian: stepping on leaves just to hear the satisfying crunch, forehead kisses, gray sweatpants, walking dogs at a park, skateboarding, hiking, getting introverted around new people, 90s music, bedhead, holding hands with you at all times, playing footsie underneath tables, dates at old timey diners.

max: movie theater popcorn, pretty ice cream cones, collector’s items, long plane rides, dancing to quiet music with you at midnight, spooning, friendly competition, movie soundtracks, movie marathons, hushed laughter, glowing eyes, space, stars, humble smiles.

joji: museum dates, old book smell, vinyls, photography, flowers, gas stations at 3am, taking bubble baths, unorthodox music, beige, white noise, feeling inspired, stomach butterflies, learning new languages, being in love, summer wind, sunday mornings.

[ilov3timotheechalamet]

MY WIG AINT READY

[gentlemenclubbbz]

the start of an adventure (poly-ish)

Request: the reader works as a pizza delivery driver and ends up delivering to the cancer crew during the Deadly Twister Waldo Edition video. And you end up drinking with them -- and probably more. Also, I think this will have a follow-up with you becoming their uh...slave. So...expect that soon, I guess? 

Oh, and uh, Merry Christmas and happy holidays for you all <3 It’s a Christmas miracle. 

***

Your finger froze on the ringer as you heard screams coming from inside the house. “The fuck?” you exclaimed to no one in particular, furrowing your brows. OK, that…that was weird. Maybe it was just your imagination.

You sighed – this was your last delivery for the night and you just wanted to get it over with and go home to relax. And you didn’t really want to meet with some weirdos that only meant trouble…

You hear a scream again, but you completely ignore it (if the owner is a hard sex enthusiast, then so be it) and push the button. It rings – the screams seem to stop. Good, at least you don’t have to hear them out loud. But you were starting to sweat; what if the person would come straight up naked? Or in some weird gimp suit, with someone tied with a collar behind him...

Wait, ok, that wouldn’t be so bad. That would be an interesting experience. But whatever – this was your job. You’ve seen weirder stuff, to be honest. All kinds of people. So…

This would mean nothing to you. 

What else was new under the sun?

“Shut up, you cunts, the pizza is here!” you hear a not-so-muffled shush and someone fumbling with the lock of the door. You brace yourself –

--but you’re not ready to see a dude dressed up as Waldo, his face caked with whipped cream. He was swaying from side to side, his eyes glazed over with alcohol. Ok, just what the hell was going on in this house?

“H-Hello,” you curse yourself for losing composure. Not very professional. You shifted the many boxes in your arms and resume. “Umm, are you –“

“Cum inside, I dunno where my money at…” the long haired boy mutters and turns his back on you. Did you hear that right...?SERIOUSLY? You got to do this by yourself? With no help from this handsome and strong-looking man? Well, whatever – you can’t please everyone and it’s your duty to deliver them. You met with assholes like him before. You’re just gonna do whatever he wants as quickly as possible and go home. And you won’t ask ANY questions about his current outfit and endeavor.

You follow Waldo dude inside and try to close the door behind you. When you manage to do that, you’re aware that there were a lot of male voices coming from inside. Yelling, joking and laughing. Ok, you were in a weird place, weren’t you? You try to ignore it and move on, until you arrive in the living room.

You gasped: what a sight! It was a mess, a twister board laid out on the floor, filthy with spaghetti sauce, mouse traps and...

Oh no, were those candles...?

Two other guys were dressed as the first one, one tall and lanky while the other was shorter and had a nice ass. A fat guy had stripes painted over his body, holding a pan in his hand, for some reason. There was another dude that was behind a camera, but he shied away as soon as your eyes landed on him. You shrugged -- whatever. You put the pizza boxes on the counter, pushing some empty beer bottles out of the way. You didn’t care if they fell on the floor; everything was already messy enough. Besides, your arms were tired. 

“Wait a second, I’ll go get my money...” the first Waldo drifts off and disappears somewhere down the corridor. You sigh and stare at the other two Waldos: the shorter one was eyeing you, coated in spaghetti sauce: charming. The tall one was busy texting someone, clearly not interested in you.

Ok...Might as well strike a conversation while you’re waiting for the money. Hopefully it’ll come soon. The guy didn’t seem very capable of holding himself together.

“So, uhh...watch’a guys doin’ here? Sum kind of strange porno?” 

The shorter one snorted while you managed to earn a small smirk from the tall one. “You might say so,” he says, pushing his glasses up his nose. He seemed the most sober one around here. The fat guy didn’t even bother to look at you, busy complaining under his breath about the paint on his body. Whatever. 

“But it’s a lot painful,” the other added, stepping closer to you as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“And are y’all gay?”

“He is,” shortie laughs and points at the taller one. 

Tall guy rolls his eyes “Yeah, I’m a living meme.” 

“Pfft,” you smile. “And you’re playin’ twister?” 

“Twister with a twist!” shortie winks as he suddenly extends his hand towards you. “I’m Joji, by the way.” 

“Liar! You’re Filthy Frank.” Tall guy interjects, coming towards you with a huge grin. You’ve got them all hooked up, line and sinker. 

“Filthy Frank?” you raise an eyebrow as you shake his rather soft hand. Cute. “Is that your stage name?” 

Joji wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, his voice suddenly changing into a rougher tone “Might be, honey.” 

“Riiiight...” you chuckled slightly. “No, seriously, what are you doing here?”

“We’re YouTubers,” the tall one you still didn’t know the name of bragged. 

“Ok, this still doesn’t explain the candles--”

“It’s called the Deadly Twister Challenge,” Joji explained quickly. 

“What?!” the tall dude interjects, appalled. “Who came up with this stupid name? I thought we’ve agreed on Twister or Die.” Why did he look so genuinely upset when he said that?

Joji shrugged “It was Max’s idea, Ian.” So now you knew both the guys’ names. “He’s the one posting it.”

“I see you guys’ve been drinking a lot,” you casually remark. Suddenly, the pizza smelled damn good. And you were hungry.

“Interested?” Joji wiggles his eyebrow, shoving his can bottle of beer in front of your face. 

“I might be. It’s hard to delivery pizza. The people you stumble upon...” you shake your head, grabbing the bottle and taking a long deep sip. Ahhh, it felt so good. Better than the ice-cream waiting for you at home. 

“Why don’t you help us, then?” Ian intervenes. “We’ve got plenty more to drink.”

“Besides,” Joji adds, “you can relax with us. We promise we’re fun.” 

You shrug “I won’t say ‘no’ to free booze.” Better than spend your time alone and sad on a couch. Meeting weird Waldo dudes? It could prove to be an interesting night. Get wasted? Fuck yea. You’re free tomorrow. Might as well make the most of it. 

“Great, make yourself comforta--”

“Oy, do you guys have some money for the darn pizza?” Max, you presumed, came from wherever room he went and shouted very loudly, scaring the crap out of you. “I can’t find it!” 

You turn to face his cute frustrated expression and smile gently “Hey, don’t worry, it’s on me.”

Max is just genuinely confused “Wait, what? Do you guys know each other or something?”

“Nah,” you finish Joji’s beer in one gulp. “If you offer me alcohol, you get the pizza for free.” 

He ponders it for a few seconds before his mouth curled into a huge grin and he waddles towards you, arms open. “Woah, what?!” you get to say before you’re enveloped in his sweaty self, caking you with the whipped cream he had on him. You pat him awkwardly on the back, not used to affection from strangers -- but a part of you thought that they weren’t as strange as you initially thought. They looked friendly and open: it was worth trying to get to know them. If it will end up with you dead in a ditch...

Well, it was worth the alcohol.

“Kay there, buddy, you can let me go now,” you laughed, but the boy -- Max -- wouldn’t budge. Ian the tall dude sighed and pried his friend away easily, despite being a skinny beanpole. 

“C’mon, Max, or else they won’t give us free pizza anymore.” 

Max made a face -- was he drunk out his mind? Probably. He looked pretty fucked. But that was great, it was a big mood.  

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on ditchin’ you guys. So, where’s the beer?” 

The room was spinning -- no, that was the ceiling. Turning round and round and never stopping. You tried to move: an arm was holding you back in place. Where were you? Damn, you can’t remember anything.

Wait, you do. 

You started drinking, joined by the three boys and their friends behind the camera. You ate all the pizza in seconds; you didn’t realize you were famished. You drank some more. The world began to blacken and you started to slur as you laughed at the fucked up shenanigans the boy were getting themselves into. Even John Cena appeared at some point, shoving pancakes into Ian’s dirty mouth. You had no idea the guys were such VIPs. Things spun out of control soon enough as you started interrupting them with your loud laughter, causing them to laugh and roll onto the floor. They asked you to join them as a special guest, in your silly pizza uniform, yelling that this isn’t paid advertising. You joined the fun, having your fingers hit by the mouse traps (luckily, the candles all died down), got dirty on spaghetti sauce and ended up belted more times than ever in your life. Somehow, you were trapped in between the boys, sandwiched between their hot and messy bodies, all breathing down on you. You had no idea who started it first, when the video all ended with Ian rolling onto the floor in pain from the shock collar. You remember Joji pulling you closer to his chest, gazing huskily into your eyes and whispering how much he wanted to kiss the ketchup of your lips. You leaned in, more confused than anything, but immediately got distracted by Ian yelling. You rushed to help him and he simply took the chance to grab your head and pull you down with him. You kissed -- the others got jealous. Chad and the rest ran before things got a little bit too hectic for them. Max pulled you off of Ian, and started to act all possessive, yelling, snarling. You had no idea what was going on -- you felt sick all of a sudden from the commotion. 

The last thing you remember is yelling that you’ve found Waldo and then your whole world collapsed.

Just like you probably did since the back of your head hurt. You groan, trying to move again, but the same arm pulled you back to a sturdy chest. Birds were singing outside and you were sporting the biggest hangover you’ve ever had in your entire life. Great -- at least you weren’t feeling sick. Just your head was heavy. 

“Mmm...” you hear someone moaning in your ear and try to slowly turn your head to see who was doing that. You could only spot a shock of black hair: was it Joji? That was the only explanation. “Dammit...” you could at least try to move your legs -- but they were held down by... “Oh..” It was Max, sleeping on them and hugging them tight. When you tried to kick him off, he growled and did not let you. You sighed: where was Ian?

“You’re awake,” you suddenly hear a voice to your side, and you turn your head to see Ian’s hazel eyes staring groggily into yours. He grinned largely -- now you spotted a few hickeys on his neck. 

What.

“What happened?” you asked. 

“A lot.” He doesn’t go on. He just stares at you with a sort of crazed look, like he was eating you up. “I think we’re going to be great friends...” his tone held a lot of implications, and you shuddered. Something must’ve happened...

Something good. 

Your desires and mind said so. Maybe you can’t remember exactly what went between the three of you, but..

“Yeah...we will be.” 

We will be more than that. 

[itsfilthyfrankbitch]

Ian on Anisa's snapchat

[diccwetti-blog]

#3 - After a fight

Joji Joji would need some time to cool of after a fight, space being the best way for him to clear his head. Lighting a smoke, he’d cool down with every drag, cursing himself for the things he said, restless with fear that you’d leave him. Eventually, of course, he’d try loosening up the atmosphere, edging closer to you, hoping you wouldn’t reject his touch. Accepting his cheek-kisses and soft touch, you obviously weren’t ever able to stay mad at him for very long. With his heart fluttering, Joji would smile, finally bringing you in for a long-awaited, needy kiss.

Ian He’d blame himself, fill himself up with unnecessary anxiety over the smallest spats, not knowing what to say or do. Burying his face in his hands or rubbing his temples, Ian would think and think of what to do to loosen up your cold behaviour. He can’t bear going to bed angry, and would quietly sneak his foot across the bed, touching yours. Awaiting your response, his heart would ease as you reciprocated his touch, finally turning around. Then he’d engulf you in his arms, kissing your hair over and over whilst muttering “I’m so fucking sorry” multiple times, until you both calmed down.

Max Depending on who was in the wrong, Max would either grow completely silent, and need time to cool off before being able to accept an apology, or try hard to stay out of your way if you were pissed. After feeling like you’ve had enough time to calm down, he’d walk up to you, and embracing you from behind, hoping you’d accept his touch. Loosening up from his soft and sloppy neck kisses, you’d turn around and fully embrace his suggestive touches. No matter who’s the most pissed, your arguments would often melt away into soft touches, kisses and heated moments.

[moneyshotian]

"why do you always walk your dog at exactly 12am every night? do you not enjoy sleep?"

I chose ian for this prompt, hope you like it! feedback is always appreciated

Youwere for the most part; not too much of a light sleeper, but lately,it seems every little thing wakes you up in the middle of the night.

Everynight for the past week, your neighbor, you can’t recall his name,the cute one with the glasses, you’d call him, always walked his doglate at night.

The dogwas usually on it’s best behavior. You couldn’t recall it barkingduring the day and it was mostly quiet, except for when he decided totake it on a walk at 12 AM, it gets so excited that it’d bark loudlyuntil you were forced out of your sleep, waiting for the guy and hisdog to leave. You had no idea why no one else decided to complain.

Yougroaned loudly, hearing the dog start to bark and you moved theblankets from your body, anger sweeping over your features as you gotup from the bed. You glanced at the clock before walking out, 12 AM.

Youshook your head, throwing on a sweatshirt over your pajamas as youmade your way to the front door of your apartment. You pressed yourear to the door, waiting for the sound of his door to open.

Onceyou heard the door open and close, you swung open the door. Thesudden movement right across the hall, mildly startled the tall manin front of you.

Hecould tell you were angry, but he didn’t have much time to greet youbefore you started talking.

“Whydo you always walk your dog at exactly, 12 AM, every night? Do younot enjoy sleep?” You narrowed your eyes at the man, who onlylaughed in response.

“It’snot my fault you’re such an early bird.” He responded, tilting hishead at you, looking much like a puppy.

Youscoffed, wanting to sass the man back, but his dog decided to paw atyour leg and your eyes immediately softened at the creature. Youkneel down to be at eye level with the dog as a grin was replaced onyour face when the dog licked you. “Well, thank you! Aren’t you thesweetest?” You smiled at the dog, scratching behind it’s ears andpetting it’s head, completely forgetting about the dogs owner and whyyou were here in the first place.

Iancleared his throat, attempting to hide a smile at the view in frontof him. A cute girl petting his dog, maybe he should use Silvio topick up girls more often.

Youwere pulled away from the dog to look up at his owner; your neighbor.“Sorry, your dog is just so cute. What’s their name?” You smiledup at him, still petting the dog.

“Ian-I mean, that’s my name, the dog is Silvio.” He stuttered a bit, asmall blush making it’s way onto his cheeks and you laughed, standingup again to face him.

“Well,Ian, it’s nice to finally know your name. I’m Y/N.”

Ianpushed up his glasses, nodding his head at you, a shy smile on hisface. “It’s nice to know your name too, Y/N.”

Youstood there for a minute in silence before biting at your bottom lip.“I came out here to complain, but I like you and your dog enough tooverlook this.”

Ianlaughed and the sound made your smile widen even more. “How verykind of you. I’d love to continue talking, but I don’t want Silvio topiss in these hallways, I’ll probably get evicted.”

Younodded your head at him before petting his dog on the head once more.“Till next time.”

Youentered back into your apartment, a grin still on your face from theencounter, you didn’t want to be creepy, but you wanted to get toknow him better.

Itwas the next weekend that you could stay up late and not care, yousat on the couch, waiting for the sound of Ian’s door to open. It wasprobably creepy, probably really creepy, but you wanted to see himand his cute dog again.

Yousighed, glancing at the clock, 12:30 AM. You were beginning to thinkthat maybe Ian wasn’t home, but you changed your mind as you heardthe barking and the door. You quickly shot up from the couch.

Yourfeet carried you to the door as you swung it open, face to face withIan. You weren’t exactly sure what your plan was, maybe just to talk.

“Hey!Glad I caught you I… Uh…” You racked your brain for some dumbexcuse as to why you needed to talk to him, but settled for the truthinstead. “I just wanted to see Silvio again.” Okay, so maybe itwasn’t the whole truth.

Ianbit his lip, nodding his head at you. He didn’t buy the excuse.

Youknelt down by the dog, Silvio gives you a hello kiss, you laughed yetagain at the feeling. “What a sweet dog.” You glanced up at Ian,who was already smiling down at you, but quickly averted his gazewhen you looked up.

“Heseems to like you.” Ian finally spoke, studying the way the dogacted around you.

“I’mglad! I definitely like him.” You gave Silvio one last pet beforeyou stood up. “I’ll let you two go, now.” You laughed, movingyour eyes away from Ian’s.

“Itwas good seeing you again.” He said before he moved to walk awaywith Silvio, but stopped abruptly, turning around to face you again.“Hey, do you wanna…” Ian cleared his throat. “Do you wannawalk with us, tonight? If you’re not busy or you don’t have to go tosleep yet?” Ian asked hopefully, hoping it wasn’t an odd request.

Youlaughed, looking down at your attire before you decided to shrug.“I’d love to.”

[lowqualitycancercrew]

There’s no after-smacc image he’s dead and we all fucking know it

[cutesyian]

Dating Them Would Include...

Max

Fun Boyfriend™

seriously, you swear that you’ve developed a pair of abs from laughing so much

him constantly being a little shit

you eventually getting angry with him

“you’re hot when you’re mad babe”

calling each other cunt in the most loving ways

pillow forts in the living room because you’re adults !!

adopting tons of cats together

make outs galore

so many hickies

having sex literally everywhere

to the point where the two of you travel the world just to see how many places you can christen

him being highkey super possessive

and also highykey super clingy

you always making sure he doesn’t over work himself and de-stressing him

“thanks for taking care of me, cunt”

Joji

constantly making heart eyes at each other

because you’re so deeply in love

tOns of cuddles

always making each other laugh

especially when if you’re mad at each other; neither of you can stay angry for long

helping him with his music

SO much teasing

sexual and nonsexual ;)))

spontaneous dates

him secretly liking being the little spoon but won’t admit it

him lowkey being very possessive over you

if a random stranger started flirting with you he’d probably wouldn’t do much except stare the guy down until he left

he’d probably be very vanilla in bed

but he can also be rEALLY REALLY FUCKING KINKY

like holy shit

he’d probably call you some really cute fucking nickname like “princess” or some shit

but only in private because ew

even though he’d probably constantly show you off because “you’re just super fuckin hot”

Ian

having a lazy day like almost every day because you both hate doing stuff outside of the house

walking the dogs together and being super cute

he constantly needs to be touching you

whether it be a hand on your thigh, or an arm wrapped around your waist, or his hand clutched in yours

sex with him would be aMAZING

like fight me on this

you literally obsessing over his veiny arms

he probably has so many kinks that the two of you would try

spontaneous dates

like he’d wake you up at like 3am and be like “hey you wanna go get ice cream or something?”

the two of you LOVE going on road trips together

he’d probably take you with him when he goes australia with max because he’d miss you too much

even though he has a certain persona about him he’s an actual puppy dog with you

the only thing you normally wear around this house is his shirts

seeing you wearing his shirts being a huge turn-on for him; especially when you’re wearing just his shirt and some skimpy underwear

“you drive me insane, you know that?”

rough sex

slow sex

romantic sex

all kinds of sex

did i mention how amazing the sex is?

idk dude ian would just be an amazing boyfriend ok

[multifarrious]

Reaction: When they're away (Ex: Max on the ubisoft trip.)

changed this a little and holy god it sucks dick im real sorry its like 3am here. and i will eventually get to your ask if anyone is wondering why im an ass.

Max:

Max would legit admit it in a vlog, like he did recently with Katt. He’d say shit like it was gay as fuck, but he would really miss you and find himself doing shit that reminds him of you and most likely tell you about all the cheesy stuff he’d been doing, with like an awkward laugh but then be like, “no, i really fucking miss you what the fuck i want to come home”

Ian:

Ian would take a while before he admitted it, most likely because you said some shit before he left like, “i bet you’ll miss me” to which he would of said “no”, and so he feels like he’s gotta win, but legit the second he’s on the plane or something he’d message you. But play it lowkey, making up an excuse for the text as you made fun of him.

Joji:

I feel like George is really open about the whole thing. Like, he wants his girl/boy to know he’ll miss them. He’d either message you or Skype everyday and you’d be the one that always says goodbye first as he usually gets carried away with the time and won’t realise he’s been talking to you for more than 5 hours.

Chad:

You’d be the first to like message Chad saying you missed him and he’d hard core make fun of you for it, but after a few days [ or even hours theres actually no in between ] he’d spam your phone with messages and calls with some shit, hoping you don’t make fun of him like he did to you.

[cxncxrcrxw]

How You Meet || George Miller x Reader Imagine (Filthy Frank)

Trigger Warning: Domestic Abuse

This was it. This was the last time that you had let Riley hit you. Of course, it had taken you getting knocked down and put damn near the brink of comatose, but you were done. He was on his fourth beer while you were packing your fifth shirt, the bedroom the two of you usually shared was now locked, with only you on the inside.

Riley and you had spent three years together, you started dating your junior year of highschool. Back then, he didn’t seem so bad. He would pick you up in his nice car his dad bought him, and you’d go to the football games or movies. He’d hug you goodnight with your parents nearly pouring out the kitchen window, only kiss you on the stairways of your school. You had given everything to him- your highschool social life, time, dedication, even your virtue.

It was only until after highschool that you realized you hadn’t give anything to him- he had taken it.

You thought back to the first time he ever hit you- his hair that was once beautifully well-kept, was now an oily mess as it fell to his face, his rage showing swiftly with his fists and body as he shoved himself forward and onto you. You couldn’t remember what the dispute was about, but you remembered how it was settled. His fists on your cheek and tears brimming your eyelashes.

Since then things hadn’t gotten better, by any means. He’d moved on to smacks, random hits when you said something he didn’t like, pushes when you wouldn’t get out of his way, he’d grab your phone out of your hand had he expected the slightest hint of infedelity. He’d threatened death.

Now, here you were in your car, drivng off from your apartment complex and going off into the pouring rain, going into the pouring rain with only your clothes, car, and your broken cellphone. Not that you could call anyone. Your family had abandoned you, your friends were too scared to come around, you weren't allowed to talk to your co-workers about anything not related to work.

You were so blinded by the love you had for Riley that you had let everyone else slip through your fingers. Everyone.

You didn't even have any money with you, it was in a vase in the living room, right next to the pile of empty beer cans. You wouldn't dare go back for it. But naturally, when it rains, it pours. You saw a flashing red light on your front dash, and you noticed something that caused your heart to stop. You were running very low on gas.

You had enough to pull into a gas station, at least a public place, instinctively you pulled up to a gas tank. You stood out of your car, legs trembling as you walked to the tank. You looked tragic, covered in bruises and scratches, the pajama shorts you were wearing going only to your mid-thigh. You were wearing a tan tanktop, which showcased the large hand shaped mark on your chest. As soon as you reached for your credit card, usually in your pocket, your heart sank.

It was gone.

Suddenly, all the anger that had been your motive for running turned to the realization that your entire life had fallen apart. That you had lost everyone, and you were only blaming yourself. Still. You were blaming yourself for wanting to see the best in someone, for trying to make them better, for wanting to be loved.

This was when you broke down. You leaned against your car, starting to sob, not realizing how noticeable it was, or what was going on around you, you were so devastated in this moment.

It seemed like hours, but a few minutes of you crying later, you heard someones voice. In terror that it was actually Riley, you shot up, backing against your car, before finally opening your eyes and seeing someone different. He was wearing a pink shirt and khaki pants, a lanyard and a hat that said '1989. You knew him, after your eyes processed, as filthyfrank.

"Are you okay?" He asked, before he himself noticed the bruises you were covered in. His grimace deepened.

"Did somebody hurt you?" He said when you didn't answer. You knew you couldn't lie. You merely nodded. His voice that was so authoriative and comical in his youtube videos, was gentle and empathetic. "Ian!" He said, motioning another person to get out of their car and walk over. It happened to be idubbbztv, but you were too upset to show any recognition.

"I.. left.. but I didn't have time to get my money.. m-my phone's broken.." You said through chokes of sobs, thinking to yourself just how pathetic you most of looked. What if they thought you were on drugs? Or lying? What if they just needed this gas pump?

"M-My car is out of gas, i can see it i can get it to go out of your way, just.. one sec, I'm so sorry." You began, George put his arm up in objection, causing you to flinch. Realizing he'd scared you, he gently touched your arm, swallowing the lump in his throat before shaking his head. His eyes were wide, he looked scared for you. Ian watched in silence.

"Do you have anyone you can go to? I'll pay for the gas, but I want to make sure you have someone to go too. What's your name?" He said, the offer of kindness caused you only to cry more. He had just met you!

"I don't have anyone.. he wouldn't let me around friends or family, they all h-hate me now.." You said, telling the truth to keep from it looking like you were lying. "My name is Y/N Y/L/N.."

"okay, okay. Y/N, I'm George and this is Ian. We're going to get you somewhere safe, and dry. Okay?" He was hushed, looking directly into your eyes to keep you calm. You nodded, looking over to Ian momentairly. How did he feel? Was he angry as George for this?

George asked for your keys, letting you stand with Ian as he drove your car as far as it could go from the pump. Out of their vehicle, he picked up a jacket, laying it across your shoulder. He picked up your small bag out of the car.

You were on the verge of passing out from the panic that was ensued from this, you were dizzy and still crying. George looked at you, and you swore you could see something that looked like a tear in his dark brown eyes.

"Ian and I are taking you to the hospital, and we'll figure something out from there.. alright..?" He said, not as much asking, but telling. You nodded your head once more. Opening the back car door and helping you inside, he turned to Ian.

"See if Max is at the airport, let him know where were going. When we get to hospital, you can go ahead and get him, ok?" He said, Ian nodded. He didn't seem angry, now that you looked at him. He seemed concerned.

George crawled into the back seat with you to watch you, making sure you didn't pass out, and that you were okay. "You're gonna be alright, Y/N." He said it twice, as if back to himself.

"Thank you..G-George." You said, he met gazes with you. Now, it was him that nodded.

That was the day you met George Miller.

howdy folks! sorry this one got dark. anyways, I actually am sort of proud of this one, let me know if you want a continuation of this imagine! Also, my personal imagines are still up for grabs, but if you want to make a personal request not through asks, you can ask on my kik, Cxncxrcrxw! Thank you for all your support, and I love all of faggots <3. I want you to know that if you are actually experiencing domestic abuse, that you are not stuck, and you can get help. I’m more than willing to help you, and you can talk to me. //

[ilov3timotheechalamet]

when joji posted these pictures

[gentlemenclubbbz]

HWTR to a pregnancy scare

Requested. :3 

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Joji

“George. I need to tell you something.”

He smiles kindly “What is it?”

“I’ve missed my period.”

“I’m sure it’ll come.”

“But it’s late, that never happened to me.”

“I’m sure it’ll come.” He’s already thinking about the possibilities, and doesn’t want to admit that that possibility might be true. He’s sweating.

“Joji, do you know what happens when a girl misses her period?”

His eyes are trained on your serious face. “Don’t tell me—“ you slowly nod. “No way!” He’d drop everything that he’s doing and get all serious. “Do you think we’re ready for a child, [name]?”

“Well, we might be—“

“I’ll—I’ll do my best, for you two!” Suddenly, he has tears streaming down his face, he has no idea why. “I promise I’ll make a successful career in music so you’ll have everything you need. I won’t leave you, I just—“

“George, please, don’t cry! It’s nothing sure, yet. I’ll take the test and we’ll see.” He’s already making plans and being a worry-wart – but he’d still be slightly relieved when the test is negative. Not because he doesn’t love you, but because he wants to get big in his career in order to secure you and your kid’s future.

Max

“M-Max…I think I might be pregnant.”

To be honest, I think he’d faint out of happiness and shock. You’d have to take care of him before he can regain his consciousness, and then he’ll surprise you by hugging the shit out of you.

“We’re gonna have a baby!!!” he’d shout, crying, chocking on his own tears – and you just stand there, confused and slightly frightened. You didn’t think he’d be so into the idea; then again, Max was brilliant with other kids. For hours, Max would rant on and on about how he’d get a serious job, start being more responsible to take care of you two, how you’ll move in a house with white picket-fence and have a big fluffy dog that will pull the sled when it’s winter –

He’d be the most devastated when you tell him it was a false alarm, and probably lock himself in his room for a while. But he’ll get back around – and then you won’t hear the end of how he reaaaaally wants on. Sex increases.

Ian

“Babe, my period hasn’t come in a while…”

“…Your WHAT?”

He’d be frozen, not knowing what to do. His heart is beating fast and he’s trying to come up with a solution – so you’d have to shake his shoulders really hard to make him snap out of it again. Because he thinks about lots of stuff at the same time: is he ready for the responsibility of a child? He remembered using protection but he’s not entirely unhappy that it happened? IS HE HAPPY? HE FUCKING IS! But you gotta stay cool, Ian, you gotta play it right, you have to get a real job, fuck YouTube, that’s not going to cover a baby’s needs, and he has to think of names, will it be a boy or a girl, can he be the best dad ever, omg, how will he tell his friends? What will the baby think of him and his videos? He has to delete them, he has to—

“IAN! Snap out of it! You’re crying with a stupid smile on your face!”

He’d be a little disappointed yet relieved when you tell him days after it was a false alarm – but it only served to make him seriously think of having a baby with you. No scare this time.

[itsfilthyfrankbitch]

Tell me this isn't the best shit you've ever seen

[diccwetti-blog]

#2 - Protective

Joji Physically protecting you - if anything seemed like it was a threat to you, whether it’d be a car driving a bit too fast, or some guy hitting on you, he’d engulf you in his arms, holding you to his chest and kiss you on your forehead. “I got you honey” he’d say, claiming you completely by holding on to you, sending dirty looks to anyone looking at you the wrong way.

Ian From a distance - Ian trusts you to be able to take care of yourself, but would always be at the scene in an instant, if anyone tried something. “Stay here for a minute” he’d state coldly, already on his way towards the person not treating you right. He’d be cool on the outside, but at the same time his insides would grow hot, furious with anger that anyone would think you weren’t fully and completely his. 

Max In an obvious way - Red faced and brash he’d spit something like “Get the fook away you cunt”, not restraining himself from being loud or obnoxious - as long as everybody would know not to fuck with his girl. You’d never tell, but of course you’d be endlessly charmed by his loud-mouthed but still protective nature, every time he’d yell  “She’s mine you absolutely dickhead”, grabbing your waist and kissing you for all the dickheads to see.

[moneyshotian]

HTWR to falling in love with someone who's their complete opposite, they originally didn't like

pretty short, sorry!

JojiJoji is very simple, in a good way. He’d probably be snippy with you, but his demeanor would hardly change. He’d try being sweeter. He wouldn’t fuck around, he’d just accept that he caught feeling and immediately start things, he’s not a pussy.

IanIan would probably avoid you, he wouldn’t want to accept it, but eventually, he’d come around. He’d really beat around the bush with accepting his feeling and wouldn’t be doing anything about it.

MaxMax would probably be a rude cunt, as usual, but like he’d probably stop fucking with you and when he does accept it, he’s really lame, but he’s trying to be nicer, the flirting would start and then once he made it clear that he was into you, he’d ask you out.

ChadHe’d feel really conflicted, he’d probably do that dumb middle school boy thing and be even more of a dick until you completely back away. But one day, he realizes he fucked up and would attempt to fix it.