#filthyfrank x Reader

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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. //

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Who’s up for a Joji daddy kink fic?

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requested by anon🌻 prompt:  yay!! im so glad you write for ian he’s adorable! can you do one of just general cute couple affection and fluffiness around his friends but he doesnt quite care a/n: he is so cute

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You and Ian had been dating for a while now. And you really aren’t the kind of person to hide your feelings. What came as a surprise is that Ian is relatively the same, too. He likes to hold your hand. He likes to play with your hair and he always pulls you into his chest when the two of you are sitting. Being around people doesn’t change him. Neither of you care if Max or Joji are watching you two talk and cuddle, but damn does it get annoying when Max starts spouting bullshit as if it would hurt him to shut up.

It had been a long night and you and Ian plopped down on the couch as soon as you got home. It was after Joji’s concert, and Max was tagging along like a lost puppy. Ian hugged you. You aww’ed. Max pretended to throw up.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, if you two start calling each other ‘Snuckums’ or ‘Loveberry’ or some shit like that, I swear to fuck I will vomit.” Max mumbles.

“Oh?” You raise a brow, “Should we?”

“Would make for some fine content, Max.” Ian chimes in.

“When was the last time you uploaded?” You question.

“I think we might be doing you a favour.”

Max snorts, “Oh, fuck off…”

requests are open!

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Imagine the boys buying you lingerie

Joji, Max, Ian, and Chad. Saw a request for panty preferences and I screamed. Also, don’t let any of these pictures make you feel bad about yourself, you’re all fuckin’ sexy and you could rock it all.

Joji

Joji would buy you something with as little coverage as possible, finding the tease of skin exposed through lace and sheer panels sexy. He’d also make you take it off, slowly.

Max

Max loved to see you in anything soft, and frilly. Finding that they highlighted the natural, sexy shape of your body. Hugging your curves just right. He also loved how easily bralettes were to get off.

Ian

Ian loved over the top lingerie, garter belts, stockings, the whole nine yards. He especially loved how you looked in red. He never really spent that much on any underwear he bought you though. Since it’d probably get torn off anyways.

Chad

Chad thought the whole idea of lingerie was unnecessary, he preferred you naked, over all. So it surprised you when he did buy you some. He’d keep it simple and basic, easy to take off. More for you to feel sexy, than him.

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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.

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“Worn Out” ((Joji x reader)) //nsfw//

OK, SO LET’S GET THIS SHIT STARTED WITH A *COUGHS, CHOKES* JOJI SMUT. //

You had no idea what you were doing to him- but you were driving Joji insane. Of course, you weren’t really paying much attention to detail of your boyfriend’s mental state at the moment, because you were talking to a friend from way back- a guy friend from highschool. And this friend of yours- had also been your crush in highschool. Though you gave not thought to it, because Joji and you had been dating for a two years and you only really had eyes and heart for him. 

Provided, you didn’t stop yourself from thinking that your old pal was still cute, because you saw no problem in thinking someone was attractive, because thinking someone had a nice fate didn’t entail that you wanted to date them. You didn’t just care about looks. However, boy had you lucked out when you met George. 

You watched intentively as your senior high buddy blabbed about being out far from your shared hometown on a business trip, how he worked for a big corporation, even for your early twenties. You were sort of surprised by his success, because he was a junkie in school. 

Joji had watched only from a distance, sitting at the dinner table you guys were supposed to be at...together. He had turned his head to face the two of you, waiting at any moment to jump up and pound the living daylights out of the man who was talking to you. 

He was listening to the conversation too, and felt slightly content with how innocent it really was, but the consolation was nothing compared to the raging whirlpool of jealousy inside of his gut. Joji also listened to his success story, and though he, successful himself, he felt like this guy was actually better than he was. That scared him. 

Cracking his knuckles while remaining in his seat, he couldn’t help but feel like going over, in his head he considered excuses to use. “Sorry, I was looking for the bathroom, where are they, babe?” He might ask, or maybe “I need to know what drink you want me to order you.”. He’d be sure to add in something like “Anything my girl wants, it’s on me. But his legs wouldn’t move just yet. 

You were personally ready to return to your date now, but you felt compelled to talk to him, and you didn’t want to be rude. But now, you could feel his eyes on you, much like in highschool. You might had been repressed one detail about you and your friend’s relationship in school, you were totally ‘buddies’ who really fucking loved to make out behind the stairs of the school. 

When you remembered that- you gulped. You remembered how the tone in his voice would get, and nervously realized that this guy was totally lusting for you right now. You felt dirty, not in a good way either, like a whore in church. What a good analogy, you thought to yourself. 

You shivered as your old chum stepped a little bit closer, too close. Before you could step back, however, you were pulled back, by a forceful yet familiar hand. You squeaked, jumping slightly in his grasp as you turned to see a flustered Joji. 

“hey baby, let’s go back to our house.” He emphasized the ‘our’, with his eyes locked in on the male standing before him. You sighed softly in relief, but the intensity in the moment brought it out to sound annoyed. Joji didn’t show it, but it broke him a little bit. But for right now, right now he was just fucking fuming. 

The guy frowned, scoffing in actual, genuine annoyance. “Oh, (your nickname), I didn’t know you liked imported things.” He smirked snarkily. You couldn’t respond because of the shock of what he had said, and the painful grip that Joji had on your hips getting tighter. You could feel his fingernails grasping into the skin on your curves, and you felt bad that it felt strangely erotic to you. God, you thought to yourself, why am I like this? 

Joji didn’t retort with a shitty comeback, but instead lifting his grip form your hips, and for the first time he allowed your old friend’s jaw to meet his fist live and in person. You could of sworn you heard a crunch, and it made you squeak once more. Oh god, what was happening? This was all so fast. The groan the dude made was nothing but sheer pain, and you next felt a firm grip on your wrist, pulling you out to the parking lot. 

“Joji- Joji what if he calls the cops?” You said frantically, but Joji felt no need to answer- he had money to get him off anything he tried to put him at- he didn’t even think about it now though. He ignored you. 

“Joji-” Once again, no reply, and no motion of consideration given. You could see it in his eyes that Joji was all sorts of enraged and jealous. You slumped back into the passenger seat of the car and watched as Joji pulled out of it, his hands turning off the radio, focusing all he could on the road. He couldn’t. So many thoughts were going through his head. He wanted to turn the fuck around, go and beat the dude senseless, but now, he had the intention making sure you knew who you were with.

 Not far from the house, he hadn’t said a word to you, but he moved one hand from the wheel to grab firmly at your thigh, his hand latching on your inner thigh. You were wearing a dress, a short black one, all the more reason to be jealous, because it showed you off perfectly.

 However, another pro of the dress was the ease in touching your warm, bare skin, parting your legs slightly He kept his eyes on the road in front of him. He cursed something in japanese, before that rough, lower voice of his came out, almost in the form of a whisper. 

“I can make you so limp, you won’t be able to walk to go and talk to these bastards.” 

That sentence alone caused a sinking feeling in your stomach that started from your chest and went down, and the purple lace panties you wore under that dress were started to gather moisture already. Why were you finding this so hot? Why were you enjoying this? You knew exactly what Joji meant- and it caused a fucking rapture inside your torso. 

Once the two of you were at the house, you were immediately out of the car, however not as fast as George, who it seemed had opened the vehicle door before it came to a full stop. He was going to be honest- this was method he sort of preferred over brutal punches between him and her friend, but he damn well gonna be as aggressive as he could. Most of this anger wasn’t directed to you- most of it. 

He left the door open when he walked indoors, because you were the one to close it- with your back. As soon as you walked into the den, forcefully your were shoved against the shiny, black door, hearing a loud slam behind you. You grunted slightly, causing Joji to halt for about .2 seconds, realizing you were fine, he got worse. Finally, his lips rejoined yours, his body pressed against you as he sloppily brought your mouths together. He had no repeated movement at first, other than with every time he pulled away be came back three times stronger. 

He wanted to explore your mouth now- feel the taste of the words he hoped you’d never say but he feared at that dinner table. Joji quickly brought his hands up to your chest and pulled down the clothing covering your breast, the strapless clothing prohibiting the wearing of a bra. He let the cold air blow against your nipples, and seeing that wasn’t enough to make you gasp, he gave your left breast a squeeze. In there were bruises in the morning, he wouldn’t give a shit, in fact he’d be satisfied. 

Upon having your boob grabbed, your mouth instantly parted from pursed lips to a widened mouth- you even let out a small moan. The wetness was getting worse. His eyes looked into yours for a moment and they were even darker than usual, but as soon as you felt his tongue in your mouth, you had to close yours. You tried to fight it back, locking together as Joji pressed his hardening crotch against yours, and Joji of course won. 

After a while, you felt yourself being lifted, and Joji was taking you to the bedroom you shared. He threw you on the bed, with no mercy, and you could hear a low tsk tsk tsk. It drove you wild. Joji was now between your legs, teasing you by pulling down your panties with his teeth, in a painfully slow manner. He knew you were enjoying yourself by the wetness that revealed itself. “This better be because of me, y/n.” He warned, bringing his thumb up to press against your clitoris. 

A slow, circular motion followed, and your back arched. “Joji~” You moaned, he stopped for a moment. “that’s my fucking name.” he smirked, before replacing his thumb with his tongue. And you knew, when he joked about eating pussy in his youtube videos- whether frank persona or not- he was a fucking legend. 

His tongue met up slightly with his top lit as they dove down on your clit, his hands spreading your legs out to give his space to move his head, before deciding to flick his toungue for a short amount of time- you knew you were going to cum- he knew. He was going to piss you off now. 

Right before you could announce it- he stopped, shaking his head. “No, not yet baby- I’m not lettting you off that easy.” 

He took off his shirt and pants, his boxers going with them, and he was already fully erect. His boner always came as a shock to you, “Get up.” He demanded. 

You did, quivering as you watched him lay down where you were previously. “Ride me.” He commanded again. “Fucking show me you’re mine and mine alone.” He said, you immediately positioned yourself onto him, moaning out “J-Joji~” As felt him getting deeper inside you. 

This point, he grabbed your hips and guided you, grunting softly as he started to feel the buildup of pleasure he knew he would outlast you, you were already coming undone, but he wasn’t going to let you stop until he was done. 

Bringing your hips to clash with his as the rolled together, the sounds of exhilerated screams coming from your euphoric state brought him so much pleasure- along with the movements of your breasts, how they bounced with you as you moved. This was all his, and only his. 

Finally, when he released, he groaned out louder than usual, he’d joke about ‘ a great nut’ later. Now, Joji couldn’t help but not feel complete, even after making you cum three times- and hearing you say his name- he still felt jealous. “y/n?” He said.

You were laying down on your back panting, exhausted by him- but you turned your head. “yes joji?” You asked back. 

“thank you for staying with me and not running off with business boy...” He was tired too, but his words had meaning, had purpose. “You keep me going... and the thought of losing you..” You stopped him. 

“George ‘Joji’ Miller...” You leaned up to face him, laying your head on his chest. “You’re all I want and more, and I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else.” 

With that Joji could sleep tonight. Peacefully. “I love you.” you mumbled. 

“And I love you,” he said back, but chuckled. “And I love your titties.”

You’d smack him tomorrow, but for now, you were too worn out.

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cancer crew- they come home early

these are meant to be funny, folks //

Ian

Ian had been gone out to get dinner, which was just a 12 Value Pack from Taco Bell and some beers. So you knew that he wasn’t going to be gone too awfully long. You changed into your pajamas, a pair of shorts and a spaghetti strap, and were now spread out on the couch reading an e-book. A specific book, however. Fifty Shades Of Grey to be exact. 

You were enjoying the fuck out of it, reading really fast as immersed yourself into it’s pages. You weren’t about the BDSM life, at least you never tried anything like it, but reading about folks who lived it, fake or not, it intrigued you. It wasn’t like you were getting off on it- just appreciating well written literature. 

You were way to into the book to hear the door open, in fact, you’d of just thought you imagined a whip cracking, vividly picturing the scenes in the book to make it come to life. Pun intended. As you bit your nails reading a heated scene, you felt breathing down your neck. You still thought that you were imagining things.  

“oh that’s fucking gay.” Ian said, scaring the living daylights out of you and causing you to throw your phone in the air. He laughed. 

“Not fucking funny, you cunt!” You said, putting your hand to your heart as you gained composure. 

“You’re the one reading about BDSM in your spare time. How bout Mr. Carter will see you now?” He winked jokingly. You rolled your eyes. “bastard. tell anyone and I’ll have your head.” 

“You’ll give me head?” He asked, knowing exactly what you said, but wanting to tease you a little more. 

“You know what I said!” You yelled, huffing, a blush still on your face.

Joji

Joji was at the post office getting some packages he had ordered, and some he had.. recieved. After a couple minutes, you heard your phone go off, and a text could be read aloud. 

Joji: Traffic Jam. Gonna stab myself.

You smirked, you had been waiting for this moment. You walked into the bedroom the two of you shared, picking through the drawers and pulling out a certain article of clothing. The pink suit. Smirking to yourself as you took off your tanktop and leggings, you tried to get yourself not to do it- but you wanted too. You really wanted too. Slipping on the suit, zipping it up and covering your hair and chin with it’s pink material, you felt like a god. 

In the mirror, you saw your reflection and immediately started cackling, laughing until you coughed. “Imposter.” You whispered, before started to hum the tune of STFU, moving your pelvis front and back. When you heard the door open in your apartment, you started to freak out. Fuck, Fuck! Quickly you made for the zipper, but it was jammed. Just fucking perfect. The squeak of your bedroom door made you squeak back, not wanting to turn around to face your boyfriend. 

“Y/N?” He called out, before covering his mouth to restrain laughs. ‘What the fuck is going on?” He chuckled, you figured now you had to turn around. And when you did, the hysterical look on Joji’s face made you go as pink as the suit. “I can explain...” You began.  

You didn’t have too, Joji knew exactly what was going on here. He shook his head at you. “Well, at least you’re my favorite pink cunt. Not sure about the other folks.” He said sarcastically. Honestly- he enjoyed how tight the suit was on you. Not to mention- it was fucking hilarious.

Max

You knew that your boyfriend was gone out for a day, he was going grocery shopping for the two of you. You would of went, however, last night, you had told him you wanted show off your awesome pasta cooking skills. Knowing Max would be sidetracked by toy sections and potential video props, you decided to take the cooking slow. You were wearing an oversized white t-shirt, and Max’s pokemon boxers.

You were now playing some music through the loud speakers in the living room, loud enough to be heard lyric by lyric from the kitchen, which was beginning to get steamy from pasta boiling. You had your music on shuffle, so anything that played you were bond to vibe out to it. Your hips twisted with the beats of drums, singing along with the words, when there were actual words. 

However, when ‘Still Into You?’ by Paramore began to play, you suddenly felt like you were a headline act in a concert festival. Grabbing a ladle, you put one foot on the counter as the chorus blasted. 

“I should be over all the butterflies~” You yelled, you didn’t care if you sang good or not, you were in the comfort of your own home, by yourself. “I’m into you, I’m into you!” You shouted, now at the top of your lungs. You were going to start headbanging- or some kind of form of edgy shit, but when you brought your head up the first time, standing in the archway of the kitchen, was your boyfriend- Max. You screamed. 

“Max!” You shouted, putting your foot down, leaning against the counter now. “I uh-” You noticed that the smirk on his face had been there for a while now, and there were tears from where he had been laughing. You knew he had seen too much. You blushed like mad. 

“Glad to see how much you like..cooking?” He chuckled, setting the grocery bags on the counter. He couldn’t say you were untruthful, the food was smelling great- but he didn’t think Hayley Williams was a part of the recipe. “Are those my boxers?” He questioned, that goofy smile growing wider. You nodded. 

“Mention this at any point in the future and I’ll hang myself from the ceiling fan.” You replied, watching as he walked over to your corner of the kitchen. He kissed your forehead with a chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’m ‘still into you’.” 

You wanted to smack him. 

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how you meet - maxmoefoe x reader -

Max

You had hit a rough patch. Just out of college, waiting tables at a bar usually filled with snarky locals and old men going through mid-life crisis and divorce. Sometimes- you spent the majority of your break in the bathroom stall cursing yourself for deciding to major in photography. Not that you didn’t love taking photos- your dream was to own your own studio- but you were still paying off college loans. 

So here you were, in the bar you were at every night except saturday and sunday, serving bacon cheeseburgers to a man who complained about his ex not letting him see his daughters. 

You didn’t have sympathy for the guy- because afterall- he was complaining in a bar, and the cheeseburger was getting choked down with whiskey. Giving off a sigh, you started to go your rounds around the tables you assisted- when the obnoxious bell on the door rang. 

Coming into the bar with the sounds of laughter were four guys, and as soon as you got a good look at the lot, your heart dropped. You knew all four of them. In your spare time- you watched youtube- it was a normal past time, provided, and these four just happened to be some of your favorites. Well, your exact favorites. 

It was rare you found people in here to have a good time- not just drown out their sorrows with alcohol. Even rarer- youtube icons. Even though you lived in Melbourne, you never expected this. Just as quickly as they sat down, you came out with some menus. 

“Hey guys, and welcome! I’m going to need to peep at everyone’s ID’s, you to be sure.” You said, going through the usual, watching as all their eye’s fell on you. “Of course, of course!” Max said, with raised eyebrows as the rest of his buds handed over licenses and such. After a brief check, you returned all their identification to them. “Alright, what can I start you off with?” You asked, you had to admit, your hands were shaking with excitement. 

George was the one to say what he was drinking first, then Ian, then Chad, and lastly Max. At the end of his decision, he added ‘doll’ to the sentence. Very awkwardly, you might add. 

As you walked off to fill their order and leave them to the food menu, you could hear the conversation from inside the restricted areas. 

“what the fuck was that, max?” You heard. You giggled a little. 

“She’s really pretty..” That answer tugged your heart strings a little bit. 

Carrying a tray full of glasses out of the doors and beginning toward the table, your mind raced with ideas and flirtatious comments, you were getting ahead of yourself, for sure. 

You had forgot to look where the hell you were going, you thought you knew the bar like the back of your hand. However- a certain geeky brunette wasn’t exactly a decoration. You looked back up when you heard the tray hit against something- next thing you knew- you were falling. 

You squealed as you went down, everyone in the bar turned their heads, and simultaneously you could hear glass shattering around you. When you heard the laughing, you knew you didn’t want to look up. But you had too. Before you did, you were met with a hand. 

You didn’t look just yet, just grabbed it, figuring it was some drunk old man trying to get some pUssy. But when you finally picked your head up, in front of you, was Max. Everything stopped feeling like slow motion. 

“Holy shit, I’m so fucking sorry-” He started, you interrupted. “You’re sorry, I ran into you!” You said, your cheeks turning even more red. Almost as red as him.

“I was going to see if you needed help, you looked like you’re struggling, that was alot of alchohol for one girl to be holding-” He said, still frantic. You dismissed his worries. “That’s.. so kind of you..” You smiled a small, compromised smile. The smile back made you melt. 

“I-I’ve got to clean this up.. and get you guys your order..” You said, fixing your black apron. Max nodded. 

“When you’re done with that- we’d really like some consolation for our wait.” He spoke, you’re heart sank- what if they told her boss? You nodded. “Anything, for sure.” You spoke, now quicker. 

“Add another drink to our reciept, and when you bring it, come sit with us, surely you can take a break.” He grinned, causing you to grin even wider back. 

As he returned to his seat, you went back into the back, with a little more pep in your step. 

//It’s been done thousands of time before, but oh well. Joji and Ian coming soon!

hope you folks enjoy, and can someone please fucking request? I’m excited for some good requeeeests. 

as always, it’s lans, and thanks for reading!//