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Are you alright babe?

I'm all good, just wanted to cut some ties on here

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Uhhhh. Hi. I just wanted to check in and see if you were still alive?

Hello okay so I know I haven't been on for about seven months but basically I lost motivation for my writing and everything sort of became to much and I haven't been watching Rooster Teeth at all recently and I'll probably try to get back into but for a while it wasn't really cutting it for me. I'm not really active on my other blog any more but in very active on my band blog, the-amity-addicktion, if you still want to keep up with me lmao

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Yes, color guard is the flag spinning thing but I'm gonna tell you it's way more difficult than it seems. Like I definitely think it's cool, especially during marching season but it's a lot of hard work, I would just kinda test it out first.

I'm not very coordinated lmao I'm not sure it would go v well for me

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HOW ARE YOU??! I LOVE YOU! Just know that okay!

Oh wow! I'm pretty good thank you! I've been very busy lately and kinda under a bit of stress but I'm good. Thank you, I love you too!

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I missed you.

can you make a Jacky Vincent imagine where he comes home from tour? btw ily and your account 💗✨

WRITTEN BY: this-is-ahrt

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‘Whoa, this will be the end of us I have tried way too many times to heal I have loved you so much it hurts me dear and this this will be the end of us…’

You swayed your hips in time to the music, belting out the lyrics of one of the songs your boyfriend’s band played.

‘And I’m sick and tired of fighting each other The lying, the crying, the calling your mother The calling of names, I’m bothered and smothered We kiss and make up, and get under the covers’

Walking over to the stereo, you turned it up slightly louder, knowing the next door neighbours weren’t home, before continuing to prepare dinner for yourself. You pulled the pasta off the stove just before it boiled over, straining out into the sink.

‘Pick up the phone… Pick up the phonnneee, PICK UP THE PHONE!’

You laughed as you emphasized the ending bit, shaking the sieve of the water. As the song switched over, you poured some more canned tomatoes into the pan, stirring up the sauce. Before it could come to the boil, a knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. You flipped off the element, confused as to who would be knocking.

Behind the door stood a very excited looking Jen, holding a large jewellery box. Before you could ask, she had thrust the box towards you.

“Here!” Once again, before you could ask, she was off, running back to her car. You called out but she just laughed.

Sighing, you walked back over to the counter and placed the velvet box on top of it. You considered just leaving it there and eating your dinner because you really couldn’t be bothered dealing with whatever Jen had inside of it. Eventually you decided against it and flipped up the lid.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled, brushing your finger over the jewels inside. It was a silver band with a jet black stone engraved into it. Memories of a few months before Jacky left for tour flooded back to you.

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You had been casually shopping with him after going to see a movie. As you were discussing the fact that the movie had a large plot hole, you wandered into a jewellery store together. He was rattling on about how the movie wouldn’t have been different if the main character wasn’t there when you paused him, pointing at the ring that caught your eye.

“Jack. Look. It’s so pretty.” He looked at the ring and then back to you, smiling. You caught his eye and smiled back.

“What?” You laughed.

“It’s not the only thing that’s pretty in here.” You both chuckled at his dumb remark.

“Haha. But I love that ring. Ya’know my birthday is justttt around the corner…” you joked. He lightly shoved your shoulder, sniggering.

“We’ll see.” With that you moved on to another shop, continuing to talk about the shitty movie.

~~~~~~~~~~

With shaking hands you pulled out the ring, examining it closer.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed a little louder, voice still at a whisper level.

“Do ya’ like it?” You jumped, nearly dropping the ring as a voice sounded behind you. You spun around to face your boyfriend, standing with his bags in his hands.

“Jacky!” You ran forward just as he dropped his bags and caught you, swinging you side to side slightly.

“(Y/N)!” he mocked slightly, laughing and squeezing you tighter. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you pulled back, running your hands through his hair and pressing your foreheads together. You leaned forward before any words could be spoken and pressed your lips together. You both giggled as your noses bumped together and your teeth clashed slightly. It was messy, but it was perfect.

“I missed you.”

“I know, I missed you too,” he breathed “So you like the ring or…?”

“I love it, Jacks. What was it for?” Jacky shrugged.

“I dunno. You really liked it and it made you smile. I like things that can make you smile.” You grinned, briefly pecking his lips again.

“That’s adorable, but you know that’s not what I meant,” you mumbled. A blush crept onto his cheeks and he looked down.

“Well. I was thinking, could this be a promise ring?” Just as he said the words you noticed a ring on his left hand too. Pulling the hand up to your face, you examined the band. It was eerily similar to the one you had been given, just slightly larger without the jewel.

“Yeah. I’d like that,” you muttered with a wide smile, kissing the ring on his hand.

“That’s not even the best part,” he said, slipping it off his finger and flipping it around so you could see the inner part of it.

“Oh, wow. Jack…” you whispered, feeling your smile grow wider. ‘(Y/N)’ was engraved in black on the underside.

“Here.” Slipping on his own ring again he gently grabbed the one in your hand, slipping it on the fourth finger of your left hand.

“Thank you. So much. Welcome home, babe.”

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When will I think normal thoughts?

Me, every time I think about anything.

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#8 Michael x reader???

Milk Stache

The loud bass thumped in your ears as you walked into the kitchen, nearly pressing herself straight into a laughing Gavin.

“(Y/N)!! Ay!” You laughed along, feeling particularly light headed and happy.

“Hey Gav! Whatcha up to?” You brushed past him, walking further into Burnie’s kitchen to grab another beer.

“Micool and I were jus’ chattin’…” Gavin slurred, throwing an arm around his shoulders. You opened the refrigerator to grab a beer and noticed a full carton of milk in the door. At that point, you were fairly drunk and for some reason an idea came to your mind.

“Michael! Oh my God, Michael!” You laughed, grabbing the 1 litre carton.

“What?” He looked up at you with a quizzical look.

“I know you won’t be able to drink this entireee thing.” You dragged out your words, waving the milk before him.

“Wanna bet?” He asked, laughing. You nodded, holding out your hand for a shake.

“100 bucks says you can’t do it!” You said flimsy. He laughed and shook your outstretched hand.

He ripped open the top and placed the carton to his lips. Something inside of you must of clicked because you suddenly stopped him.

“Wait. Wait! Uh. If you can’t, $150 to me?” He giggled, actually fairly cutely and made a grunt of agreement.

He once again placed the carton to his lips and began to swallow. The small crowd that had gathered to witness the event could be heard around you as they started to chant ‘chug, chug, chug’.

He finished the milk within 2 minutes, pulling back and wiping the milk stache with the back of his hand before letting out a loud belch. You laughed and cheered along with the crowd, reminding yourself to pay him tomorrow, after the party was over.

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Get to know the blogger night!

I’ll answer all questions that come in my ask box!

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Can you do a Michael x reader where the reader breaks her leg and he's really worried about her and he takes care of her and its really fluffy and stuff

Holy fucking shit, I finished it, finally.

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5 with Blaine please :)

Jealous

You linked your fingers with Blaine as you chatted happily to Lindsay. He squeezed your hand and caught your eye, flashing you a smile which you returned happily.The cafe you were seated at was quite nice, except the waitress seemed to keep looking at your boyfriend.

Subtly, you placed your hand that was intertwined with Blaine’s on the table in clear view of the waitress.

“...and I said ‘well what the fuck did you expect’” You laughed at the appropriate time in Lindsay’s story, commenting about how Brandon was never the smartest of people and taking a sip of your beer.

“Can I get y’all anymore drinks?” A friendly voice pulled you from your conversation and caused you to look up at the smiling face of the girl who was staring at Blaine.

“Yeah, could I get another beer and...anyone else?” You shook your head at Blaine’s question, trying ignore the large smile he flashed her. Unfortunately, you couldn’t help the little spike of jealousy that peaked within you as he did. You huffed and unlaced your fingers from Blaine’s, getting up and mumbling something about needing some air. You heard the calls of protest behind you but you ignored them, walking out the glass door and letting it swing to a close.

“(Y/N)? Hey, what happened?” You turned to face your confused looking boyfriend.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” You nearly snapped.

“That means there’s something up, c’mon, tell me.” He smiled comfortingly and pulled you into his side. You buried your face into his neck and shrugged.

“I didn’t like seeing you talking to this waitress…” You mumbled, feeling bad for sounding so selfish. “I don’t want to sound possessive or whatever, but I don’t know...she’s just so much prettier…”

“Hey, don’t say that. As far as I’m concerned, you were the prettiest girl in that room.” He murmured comforting words as you sighed and rested your body weight against him.

“Sorry babe.” He shook his head.

“Don’t be. She was totally coming onto me.” He joked and you giggled, linking your fingers wit him once again and walking back towards the cafe.

((I tried to mix it up, sorry if it isn't what you wanted :/ ))

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I should hopefully get the rest of the drabbles up tomorrow, I just finished writing a fic for the blog allthebandsimaginable. Y’all should check her out if you’re into that :)) 

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Teddy Bear.

Pairing: Michael/Reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: Swearing.

Summary: What it says on the tin.

A/N: What’s this?! An actual imagine???? No way!!! (the ending was actually rly cute oml)

In hindsight, agreeing to film a recap at an ice rink may, now that you thought about it, have not been the best idea. Sure, you had a vague idea how to ice skate, but you weren’t necessarily the best at it. When you informed Blaine about this, he brushed it off, saying something about it being funny for the audience. When the day rolled around, your nerves started to get the better of you but, of course, the show had to go on. You managed to get yourself doing a couple laps, reciting your lines with Blaine and Brandon who were doing it with you. Finally, you were confident enough to do your bit. The camera started to roll and you skated for whilst Chris skated backwards, handling the machine like the pro he was. “Hey guys, welcome the RT Recap where this week, we’re at an ice rink! Before you continue we recommend you check out episode–” You never finished that sentence. Apparently, there could be little kinks in the ice. And those little kinks could be the demise of some people. Prime example: you. The next thing you remembered was waking up to a very cold back and a very painful leg. You let out a low whine of pain, trying to move it and resulting in further agony. “Aw f-fuck…” you stuttered out, eyes flickering open to see a very concerned Brandon above you. “Hey, (Y/N), can you hear me?” “Of course I can fucking hear you. What happened?” you said, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks as you adjusted to the pain shooting up from your ankle to your knee. “You slipped on the ice, we’re just gonna get you into my car then we’ll take you to the hospital.” Brandon’s low tone didn’t comfort you at all, if anything it stressed you out, making you want to punch him. “Ugh, fine whatever, just be careful please.” By now you had tears streaming down your cheeks and you were choking back whines. Turns out, being careful with someone with an injured leg wasn’t that easy. Blaine and Aaron managed to carefully get you to Brandon’s car without much incident, although sliding you off the rink without pushing you into a wall seemed to be a challenge for them. Once you were safely tucked into the back of Brandon’s mom’s van, another vehicle had pulled up next to you. At that point you weren’t worried about other patrons of the ice rink and more worried about getting your aching leg fixed up. Someone had handed you a hot chocolate and you focused on the soothing aroma rather to the searing discomfort in your leg. “(Y/N)!” A familiar faded Jersey accent pulled you from your thoughts, causing you to jump and promptly wince at the movement of your ankle. “Shit, sorry.” You looked up at a nervous looking Michael, sticking his head into the open driver’s door. “I-it’s okay.” How were you going to scold the guy you had a crush on? Especially when he was standing there with his fucking frazzled hair and his fucking flushed face and his dumb over-sized sweatshirt. “I came as soon as I heard you got hurt, are you okay? Sorry, stupid question. How’re you feeling?” You shrugged, trying not to shake him and scream that you were in pure agony. “Okay, I guess. It hurts like a bitch, but I think I’ll live.” Because you were spread out along the backseat, Michael had to retreat to his own car as Brandon and Blaine drove you to the hospital at long last. ~~~~~~~ Three days of bedrest. What were you going to do with three days of bedrest? You couldn’t walk without crutches and you could barely walk with them which ruled out the idea of popping out to the shops. You were literally stuck in your apartment for three days. Somehow you fell asleep on the first night, despite the dull throbbing in your leg. The next morning, there was a loud knock at your door, jolting you from your rest. Taking your time, you stood and carefully headed to the front door on your crutches. Warily, you unlocked the door and said something about it being open. Moments later, your favorite New Jerseyian was standing in front of you, shopping bags in either hand. “(Y/N)! I was starting to get fuckin’ worried, you took your sweet time.” You snorted, rolling your eyes and sliding onto a barstool. “Well, in case you didn’t know, my leg is broken, asshole. And you woke me up.” His eyes genuinely filled with concern at the last statement. “Shit, really? Sorry, I, uh, assumed you’d be awake.” You shook your head with a smirk. “Not good enough, Jones.” He grinned and placed on of the bags on the countertop, spilling the contents across the bar. They contained about fifteen different painkillers, twelve different flavors of soup and a teddy bear. You gasped quietly and picked it up, examining the soft toy. You looked up to see Michael making himself busy with the other bag, which seemed to be full of generic groceries. “Michael…” you murmured, eyeing the blushing boy. “Yeah, yeah, shuddup,” he said, turning to face but not making eye contact. “I know it’s cheesy, but I thought it would be nice for you to, ya know, have a friend in this trying time.” “That’s...really sweet. Thank you Mikey.” You said his nickname quietly and caught his eye. “Dun call me that,” he responded, but not in his normal loud brash voice. This one was a quiet almost lispy whisper. “Come here.” You beckoned him over to you. Once he was standing before you, you grabbed his collar and pulled him down to you in a messy kiss. His large hands caressed your cheeks once they caught up with the program. The kiss itself was magical, his lips molding into yours, your noses just bumping against each other. Unfortunately, you needed to breathe so, reluctantly, you pulled away. Up close you could examine Michael’s many freckles, the dimples that showed when he was smiling and his squinted eyes that glinted. “You’re gorgeous,” you whispered, hooking your arm around his neck. “Ohmygodstopit!” he said in a faux high pitch voice. You laughed and connected your lips once more, so thankful he had decided to drop by today.

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Matt B and #1

Paper Balls

Holding back giggles, you balled up another small piece of paper and threw it at your boyfriend’s head. It bounced into his lap and you watched him stiffen before sighing and slumping back down. That wouldn’t do. You tore off a larger piece and screwed it up before landing it directly on the side of his head. You saw his lips twitch but he remained stone faced.

You had finished your work for today and were just waiting for Matt to finish his editing. You had taken over Jeremy’s seat as him and the others had all left, which left you bored as hell. Luckily you found some paper in the recycling bin that was perfect to annoy Matt and entertain you with.

“Matttttt....” You whined, throwing yet another paper ball at his head.

“What?” He said, pretending to be mad but it was obvious that he was trying not to laugh.

“I loveee youuuu.” You sung, dragging out the words. He shook his head, a small smile resting on his lips.  You began throwing more and it eventually turned into a contest of seeing how many could stick to his stubbly beard.

“Jesus, (Y/N), stoppp.” he said, turning to face you with a fake frown. At least it looked fake.

“Come make me stop, Matty.” You said, sticking out your tongue. He turned in his chair, slipping off his headphones to glare at you. Suddenly he lunged forward, pulling you out of your chair and onto the floor, taking you by surprise. Your squeals as he attacked your sides quickly dissipated into bouts of laughter as he tickled you.

“MERCY, MERCY, JESUS CHRIST, MERCY!” You yelled, in between your laughter, pawing at him to try and get him off you.

“I dunno. That was pretty rude, what you were doing.” You shrugged, a large shit eating grin spread along your face, before jolting as he jabbed your side slightly.

“Okay, okay I’m sorry. Do you still love me?” You pouted. He leant down and pressed a kiss to your pursed lips.

“Of course.” He murmured, dotting kisses around your nose and mouth.

((yes it’s called paper balls shut up))

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#4 with Josh F?

Little Miss Lover

“FUCK!” The loud cuss echoed through the nearly empty office causing you to wince. You immediately knew it was Josh and judging by the loud slam afterwards, he was pissed.

You sighed, catching Chris’ eye from across the room. He nodded towards the door, knowing that considering how close you and Josh were, it would be easy enough for you to calm him down.

“I’m heading home, d’ya think you could take him?” He questioned. You nodded.

“Yeah. Course. What’s the worse that could happen?” Chris shrugged, not taking the question rhetorically.

“I dunno. He could like, smother you. Or something.” You laughed and began logging out.

“I’ll take that risk.”

Quietly, you were excited to get to see him again. You very rarely found the time of day to hang out with your best friend, but somehow you always managed to get him round to your place for a game night. Recently though, things had been slightly different. It started with one drunk kiss which lead to messy making out which lead to sloppy sex.

You had expected him to stop talking to you or something, but for some reason he was acting completely normal. The next time you hung out there was a repeat of what had happened last time, but you were not complaining. There was this odd relationship between you two. Best friends/workmates with benefits? Sure.

“Josh?” You slipped into the dark office, shutting the door with a click. His head shot up and his eyes instantly softened.

“H-hey.”

“We, me and Chris, we heard you yell and we, well, I, was wondering if you were, uh, okay…” you managed to stutter out. He squinted at you before a large smile broke out on his face and he began chuckling.

“Sorry (Y/N), I didn’t mean to, uh, scare you. I’m just…. I just can’t get this paragraph right, it’s pissing me off.” You nodded, looking to your feet, desperately trying to think of what you could do when it hit you.

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?” Instead of immediately shooting down your idea he smiled and nodded.

“Alright. Gimme what you got.” You giggled before slipping behind him and kneading your hands into his neck. He sighed, relaxing back into your touch. You watched with a smirk as he melted in your hands.

Leaning down to his chair level, you began peppering kisses down his ear to his neck and back up again before whispering in his ear.

“I think we should take this back to my place, yeah?”

((I wrote this the moment I got the request I have the biggest crush on Josh F omg. Oh and title cred to Red Hot Chili Peppers.))

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2&5 Geoff x reader!

Jealous?

The roar of machine guns reached your ears as you blindly shot the enemies in front of you.

“Josh. Josh!” You called into the headset, quickly moving the thumbstick and checking your surroundings. You were in the middle of an intense game of Battlefield 4 with Josh F, who was sat comfortably in his house.

A crackly noise was picked up in the headset and you looked over to see Josh’s body collapsed next to yours.

“JOSH! DON’T GO INTO THE LIGHT!” You called, putting all the emotion you could into it. He coughed a couple times before whispering something about stupid soldier swine. You laughed, reminding him that he was also soldier swine as he respawned on you.

“Well yeah, but I’m cute when I do it.” Was his response. Before you could make another snarky comment, the screen went black. Thinking it was a powercut, you groaned, taking off the headset and placing the controller down. That’s when you made eye contact with the culprit.

“Geoff? What the hell?!” He was standing next to the Xbox, looking extremely guilty. “Well?! What was that for, I was in the middle of a game!” He sighed and watched you walked towards him.

You squinted and watched is eyes avert yours to the floor. He looked like a school boy that had just been caught doing something he shouldn’t have, in a sense.

“Were you…” You bit the inside of your mouth as to stop yourself from laughing. “Were you jealous? Of me and Josh?”

“NO!” he said indignantly, voice cracking slightly. You did laugh at that, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Baby, there is nothing to be jealous of.” You mumbled, voice muffled by the fabric of his Make Mistakes shirt. He sighed once more, this one less irritated and more content.

“I know, I know. I just…” His arms wrapped around your back tightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I don’t wanna lose you honey.”

“You won’t. You can’t. There is literally no way you will.” His laugh shook you and caused you to giggle yourself.

“Yeah, okay.”

((i assumed you didn't want separate ones oops.))

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#3 Joel x reader

Get Out While You Can

You picked up the nearest thing to your hand which happened to be the vase Burnie and Ashley had given you both on your wedding day. Pulling your arm back you threw it with all your might at the man in front of you. It hit the wall next to his head, smashing into a thousand different pieces.

Seemingly unfazed by the shattered pottery, Joel continued to scream at you.

What todays fight was about, you couldn’t say. There had been so many lately you felt like this relationship was falling apart. If you could call it a relationship anymore, it was more of a commitment than anything else.

“Are you even listening to me, (Y/N)?” You looked up at him, through misty, clouded eyes.

“What is there to hear?” You said in the loudest voice you could muster which happened to be meaker than a mouse’s. Despite the volume it silenced him immediately. You took the break to get your words out.

“I’m sick of this Joel. Everyday it’s the same. ‘I hate you, go die motherfucker, you know what I change my mind come cuddle.’ I can’t stick it anymore! I’m sorry, I really am, but I can’t do this. I can’t do us.” You slid the ring you had been fiddling with on your left hand directly off and let it drop to the floor, clinking eerily loudly in the hushed room. Both of your eyes trained on it until the band stilled. You let the tears fall freely down your face as you walked towards the front door.

“I’ll send someone around to get my stuff…” You said quietly, opening the door.

“Wait. Wait! You can’t leave! Please, you can’t leave me (Y/N)! Don’t go, not now, we can work this out I’m sorry, please don’t leave…” You turned from where you had been standing on your porch to see the wet faced man you once loved.

“Goodbye Joel.”

((Title creds to Get Scared))

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6 with Matt Bragg

Naked (In My Bed?)

The dull throbbing pain in your head was enough to wake you from your slumber. Lifting your head slightly, you scanned the room. Empty cups and bottles, streamers, bras and sleeping (or dead) people were littered around your lounge. You groaned, sitting up slightly too fast and grabbing your temple. All the memories hit you from last night as you recognized the face of the sleeping man at your feet. Burnie Burns, your boss. Chuckling, you remembered the amazing party you had thrown for Ray’s final day.

As quietly as you could as not to wake anyone, you tiptoed towards your room slowly, expecting it to be untouched. Without scoping the place, you slipped inside and began to wipe off the remaining make up that stained your face.

“Ugh, what happened last night?” A rough voice yanked you from your focus and caused you to jump, cussing loudly. As you adjusted your eyes to the sight in front of you, a blush coated your face.

“Whoa, hey (Y/N).” Matt said, seemingly unfazed by the fact he was lying naked in bed. In your bed. Matt Bragg was naked in your fucking bed with his junk just hanging out and you didn’t know if your little heart could take it.

“Hey Matt… is there any, uh, reason as to why you’re naked. In my bed.” He squinted at you and you admired the way he looked with floofy morning hair and no glasses. He looked down at himself and jumped slightly, quickly pulling the sheet over his exposed lower half.

“Oh shit! I am so sorry, (Y/N), I don’t know what happened last night, I think it had something to do with strip poker and Geoff and I-” You cut him off with your laughter which seemed to be contagious as soon he was laughing just as hard.

“I don’t mind, honestly.” You said once the giggles had died down. “Just…” You sighed, wondering how weird it would make you sound if you said this, but fuck it, it was your bed and you were hungover as fuck. “Scooch over will ya, I’m tired.”

His shocked face soon turned to one of content as he shuffled over and patted the spot next to him.