booboo the fool

everything’s clown themed because my writings a joke also feel free to request shit i dont promice i'll do it but you never know

[booboothefoolish]

can i get some fucking uuuuh james leaving fluff pwease uwu? like maybe moving back to colarado?

First off never use pwease uwu again so just jot that down, and second off sure baybe.

“Maybe we should just move back.” the words come out of your mouth like a freight train down the tracks. His eyes meet yours in a questioning gaze, “To Colorado I mean.”

His leg is still entrapped in the heavy boot. He looks away almost ashamed, it had been a talking point between the two of you, “But your job-” he reasons as he places his cup on the kitchen counter.

You shake your head and sigh, “Fuck my job i can work anywhere.” he opens his mouth to argue, but you cut him off, “No seriously James I can work anywhere the only reason i took this job was for the dental benefits.” you slam your hand on the counter top for emphasis.

“But-”

“But what Jamie? We’ve uprooted our lives before what's one more time? It's so much cheaper in Colorado baby! We could actually comfortably afford a home.” your hands are gesticulating at a rapid rate the same way a street preaches do when he gives a decidedly excited sermon.

“I don’t know babe...” he leans on the counter, “What if this is all a big mistake?”

“Then I guess we’ll both have to just move on.” You reach to cup his face, “and make a bigger better mistake.” you lean in and kiss him tenderly.

With his forehead pressed to yours he whispers a soft, “I love you.”

[booboothefoolish]

hey can i get some pregnant reader inserts for cc? i dont really care for who i just want some fluffffff

Well this has sat in my inbox for a couple months oopsie sdsdfsdawed

it’s w/ jamie boi btw <333

You really didn’t think this day could get any worse, like really it couldn’t. Your feet had swelled so much you couldn’t fit into your favourite shoes, the last three stores you visited were out of your favourite ice cream, and most of all Ein had decided to cuddle up with James instead of you.

So you made the reasonable decision; you locked yourself in the bathroom and cried in the tub, like any other adult would. You’d been lounging for the better part of an hour and the once scalding water had mellowed into a more tepid temperature.

There came a knock at the door. He had left you alone since you had your meltdown, but now your sadness was worth his time an hour later? Fuck him! “Go away!” you shouted at the intrusive noise. Couldn’t he hear you trying to peacefully cope in the bathtub.

You could hear him jiggle the handle in an attempt to enter the bathroom, “Stop pouting in the tub babe.” he sounded tired.

Your knee jerk reaction  to cry kicked in again, but this time harder. You couldn’t seem to hold yourself together, “No!” you shouted back, and even you could hear that you sounded like a immature child with those fat crocodile tears streaming down your face.

He sighed and you could hear him  get up and move around, “I bought you a treat.”

Now this got your attention, “Oh! what is it baby?” your voice was still a little raw. The crying had stopped almost immediately.

He snickered, and it made you blush a bit. His laugh still gave you butterflies after all this time, “You’ve gotta let me in if you want it.” his voice came out in a playful huff.

You suddenly realizeds you couldn’t remember why you had holled yourself up in the bathroom. And after brief consideration you leant out of the bathtub and stretched to unlocked the door, “C'mon gimme!” your petulant nature really started to come out in the second trimester of Pregnancy.

He snorted and entered the bathroom. James looked at you lounging in the tub. The bubbles in your bath had long since disappeared so it was just you and your bump resting leisurely in the tub. “Comfy?” he asked with a grin, and you responded with a slow little nod, “I’m glad my favourite girls finally let me in.” you rolled your eyes at that comment.

“What’ja bring me sugar tits?” James couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped at the cocky tone of your voice. Nonetheless with as much fanfare as was necessary he revealed what he’s been hiding behind his back.

“Ta-da!” in his hands he held a prized treasure- the icecream you had been craving. You started to tear up again. He was just too sweet to you sometimes, like you could burn the house down and he’d still come and kiss you on the forehead and tell you it’d be okay. James on the other hand looked panicked, “Shit is this the wrong one? I can run back to the store and-” you cut off his rambling by partially lifting yourself out of the tub and pulling him down for a kiss.

“‘S perfect babe.”

he pulled away from the kis, and looked at you with a softened gaze, “I love you both so much.” he muttered caressing your swollen abdomen.

And you were content.

You were less content when you caught Ein out of the corner of your eye and remembered why you were upset in the first place.

[witterprompts]

“Why are there so many werewolves in my town?”

“I just wanted you to admit that you need me around.”

“Not all of us can fly. Get back down here and help me!”

“I ask that you go easy on me, because I didn’t ask for this, and I certainly didn’t ask to be a hero.”

“You know I’m upset and you know why, so just get out of my kitchen.”

“I want you to understand that this is something I have to do. For all of us.”

[omegawolfmyth]

Soulmate AUs

All these AUs were created by multiple different people on Tumblr, some of them you can find as a Tumblr post screenshot on Pinterest. Just recapping the many types of Soulmate AUs out there! Feel free to use any of them!

Sidenote: How I title these AUs are gonna suck. You have been warned.

Timer Soulmate AU! Where there’s a timer on your wrists that counts down to when you meet your soulmate.

First Words Soulmate AU! Where you know the very first words your soulmate will ever say to you or what you’ll first hear them say when you meet. Alternative: Same thing but you know the words once you turn 18.

Last Words AU! Where you know the last words your soulmate will ever say to you. You don’t know you met them till you lose them.

Age Soulmate AU! Where you stop aging at 18 till you meet your soulmate.

First Touch Soulmate AU! Where there’s a black stain where you and your soulmate should make first contact. Like someone has a black stain over their knuckles. That means they’re going to punch their soulmate (probably at least) upon first meeting and contact.

Writing Soulmate AU! When you write on your skin the same mark appears on the same place as your soulmates. Such as if you doodle on your skin your soulmates gets those doodles on their skin.

Your Name Soulmate AU! Where you have your soulmates name on your wrist. First or last name (up to you). Alternative: Name appears once you’re 18. Alternative: It’s your enemies name on your wrist. Alternative: Both your soulmates name and enemies name, you don’t know which is which.

Other Half Soulmate AU! At birth you are given a necklace that is the missing half of your soulmate’s necklace.

Colour Blind Soulmate AU! Where you’re completely colour blind till you meet your soulmate Optional: Things go back to black and white when they die. Optional: Except of when you meet your soulmate its when you and your soulmate first touch.

Sharing Pain Soulmate AU! Where bruises, cuts, blisters, and such appear on your skin if your soulmate gets them and visa versa. Like if you get a paper cut your soulmate gets the same cut. Optional: You don’t feel the pain of it. Or you do feel the pain of it and can help treat the wound so your soulmate is okay.

Hues Of Hair Soulmate AU! Where you have a strip of your soulmates hair colour on your wrist and when they dye their hair it changes.

Colour Of Your Eye Soulmate AU! Where you only see in the colour of your soulmates eyes, you can’t see other colours till you meet them. Like if your soulmate has blue eyes you can only see blue till you meet them. Alternatively: You can’t see the colour of your soulmates eyes. Not until you lock eyes with them and see a whole new colour in them.

Light Of The Heart Soulmate AU! Where the center of your chest glows when you and your soulmate meet. Ex: That one comic that has the nerd in the jock that’s connected to the original post. Find it on pinterest if not on tumblr.

Fear In My Soul Soulmate AU! Where you feel when your soulmate is about to die and can help prevent it. Like you feel a pain in your soul when they’re in trouble.

Heterochromia Soulmate AU! Where you have one eye that’s your your eye colour and the other has your soulmates eye colour. When you meet and make eye contact, your eyes switch back to their original owner.

Mark We Share Soulmate AU! Where you and your soulmate have identical marks that match each other. Like you have the mark of a cat curled up in a ball, your soulmate has the exact same cat. Optional: When you and your soulmate make physical contact, the mark moves to meet each other. For example your soulmate touches your hand, both of your cats rush up to meet each other. (This one came from @gallopingmonroe-blog)

Red Thread Of Fate AU! You know the legend of the red thread of fate? That’s this AU. A red thread of string on your pinkey finger that connects you to your soulmate. The thread cannot be broken but it will stretch and tangle.

Keep reading

[booboothefoolish]

//A Semi-Serious Cow Chop Fan Mix\\

eveybody knows shits fucked, holiday - the planet smashers, we come together - goldfish,  sellout reel big fish, money - that poppy, glamorous fergie, attention 4 money - frank jav cee, its all been done - barenaked ladies

[booboothefoolish]

//Internet Persons an Asherthefirst fanmix\\ 

superman - goldfinger, teenage dirtbag - wheatus, rise & shine - the cardigans, malibu - hole, sad sad city - ghostland observatory, daft pretty boys - bad suns, hard times - paramore, some postman - the presidents of the usa, white flag - delta heavy, internet personas - atlas

[booboothefoolish]

Office-al

You knew for a fact you guys shouldn’t be doing this. It was kinda disrespectful, definitely obscene, and positively nerve wracking. Then again if something feels so good should you really stop? Even if it was in public, and even if anyone could see you.

You’re face was flushed red, and you were partially trying to hide it with the sleeve of your sweater. Asher chuckled as he watched you shift uncomfortably.

His grip on you tightened for a moment and then he released you, “If you’re that embarrassed about holding hands we can stop you know.” He grinned even wider when you immediately snatched his hand and pouted.

You halfheartedly glared at him as your fingers interlocked. They were only a little sweaty due to the amount of hand holding that had happened during this event, “I’m not embarrassed to hold your hand!” you once again mumbled into your sleeve, “It just makes me really happy....”

He snorted again, but you could still see the telltale flush rising to his cheeks, “It’s almost like you like me or something.” he quipped playfully. To which you responded with by hip bumping him gently, “Oof so abusive!”

You rolled your eyes at his antics, and hand in hand you walked back into work.

[booboothefoolish]

You had been working as an intern for Cow Chop for a while. The work mostly consisted of editing, and also trying not to get hit in the head by whatever the boys were throwing around. What you did wasn’t all that special if you were being honest, but hey it paid most of the bills.

An important plus side to the job was Asher.

It was dumb and cheesy, but you couldn’t help it. He was funny, handsome, and a little soft. You were enraptured by him. Well maybe not that far, but he certainly made your heart beat and your blood flow.

It was all well and good with you.  You’d playfully flirt, and be done with it. But sometimes you’d go a bit far and wonder; could you be something more? It wasn’t big things that made you question. It was more the small gestures. A touch that lingered a bit to long, a passing glance, a midnight phone call.

And now with his arm slung around you on the couch. More so it was slung behind the couch, and you just happened to be next to him. The casualness of it made your heart stutter.

This wasn’t really a normal occurrence for you to be on the couch, but Jakob and Asher were streaming in the office again, and had asked you to film. Getting ready to end the stream Jakob had stolen the camera away from you, and pushed you into the limelight.

Jakob had taken control and began rapidly zooming in and out the camera.“Y/N say hi!“

You rolled your eyes a little bit, “hi Y/N” you said and then dabbed. Jakob stopped his antics to glare at you. Asher seemed to think it was funny and laughed a little.

He placed the camera back on it’s perch, and came over to you, “What was that!“ he started playfully beating on you.

You attempted to worm away, “Jakob, Please I’ll be good!” you yelped. In the process of getting away from Jakob you some how ended up in Asher’s lap, “Asher please help your my only hope!” You whined looking ever the faire maiden in distress.

He wrapped an arm around your torso, “Alright Jakob knock it off.” he said batting away his tall friend.

Jakob managed to looked offended, “Oh is this a race thing?“ he said animatedly clutching his chest and then going back for more playful hits, “You going to the big strong white man to hide?“ you laughed so hard you almost burst a lung.

The angle at which you were at made it hard to breath, “Jesus Christ Jakob.“ you wheezed.

With one last hit Jakob exaggeratedly slouched onto the couch,“Yeah whatever.“ he made a move for the mouse, “That’s it that’s all folks.“ and then it was over. No fanfare no nothing.

Asher shifted beneath you, “None of that was in focus.“ he said. Jakob just shrugged in responce, and you could see that he didn’t care that much.

You wiggled a bit in Ashers lap, and he almost instinctive held you a little tighter. You settled back down, “Y’gunna let me go or?” you leaned into him and craned your neck awkwardly to look at him. The view was pretty mediocre all you could really see was his chin. 

He snickered a little bit and squeezed you, “Nah.” he grinned as you wheezed more. He was a strong man sometimes.

You were about to retort before Jakob joined in fake gagging. At some point he had left the couch and was half way out the door, “If ya’ll are going to be making fucking goo-goo eyes I’m going to fucking bounce!” he shouted as he stepped out becoming increasingly muffled, “You two can do the fucking cleaning!” He slammed the door for dramatic effect.

You and Asher broke apart both a little shamed by Jakob’s apt analysis.

You rubbed the back of your neck, “Well I guess we should start cleaning...” you trailed off awkwardly. He made your brain go mush which was not ideal when the real world came crashing in.

Asher was just as cowed, “Yeah I guess.” you sensed a bit of dejection coming off of him too.

-

It took the better half of forty-five minutes to whip the office back into shape. It wasn’t hard work, and it could be boiled down mostly to putting shit back into its rightful place. yet you were still tense. The clean up had involved a lot more prolonged touching and with the addedintense staring. You felt... giddy?

The tension was palpable. You were into him and were pretty sure he was into you, but nobody wanted to make the first move. The fear of rejection grasped you like a hand around the throat.

It was just as the cleaning was coming to an end that Asher made a move, “Do you.” he stopped chocking on his words a bit, “Uh...” he looked a bit pained, “Y/N I’m into you! Do you want to go out sometime?” it all came out as almost a babble. Like his stream of conscious came out of his mouth. He wouldn’t even meet your eyes as he made his confession.

You’d kinda expected him to ask, but you also kinda expected him not to. In response you just froze. Your face went beet red. You opened your mouth to respond, “Uh, oh man bad taste OP.” you slapped your hand over your mouth looking at him with saucers for eyes, “I’m so fucking sorry I did not mean to say that!”

Oh man you fucked up. You fucked up big time, his face was also red but his was more related from the almost inhumane shriek of laughter, “Holy shit?” it sounded like a question, but you knew he wasn’t looking for an answer,

You were positively mortified, “Asher I, uh... would. I’m so fucking sorry man.“ you started to ramble and pat him on the shoulder. “ I do- uh- I would!!” Your brain trailed off and completely short circuited.

He managed to wipe away the tears streaming down his face long enough to speak, “Holy crap, I mean I’m glad. I would have been really awkward, but who says that?” he grinned grasping the hand you were patting him with, “Honestly.”

With one final visual sweep of the warehouse you and Asher are finally done. You offer him your hand, and leave the building.

It’s half a block down the road you realize that you’d left the lights on and had to turn back around. It ruined the mood, but not the moment.

[pissbabysithlord]

27 or 37 ;)

Accidental Stimulation

He couldn’t believe this was happening. Mortification flooded his face with heat.

Ben knew he had made mistakes, had sinned past the point of redemption, but what had he done to deserve this?

Rey shifted again within the minuscule escape pod they had crammed themselves into, trying to find a position that was comfortable and inadvertently grazing his crotch with her perfect, round backside once more.

This wasn’t fair.

Before she could move from the place she had settled in, his hands darted around to grip her arms. But it was too late. Oh, Maker, she could probably feel it already.

“Ben, stop,” she grumbled. “It’s too tight in–”

Her breath caught in her throat. Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no.

For a long moment, it was utterly silent in their escape pod. Then she moved with purpose.

He stifled a groan. “Rey, please, you don’t want to do thaaaa–”

She grounded roughly against him. 

“I’m doing exactly what I want to do,” Rey replied sharply.

He wasn’t going to last very long with how she twisted and jerked into him. Ben should have been embarrassed by how untouched he was, by how easy it was to get him off. Instead, he rocked his hips into her delectable little bottom, grunting into her loose hair.

“It’s okay, Ben,” she panted as she worked his cock, “just let go.”

Fuck. He wished he was inside her for this, that she was surrounding him with slippery warmth, but there wasn’t space to maneuver their clothes and he was nearly there.

“You feel so good, I’m gonna come,” he stuttered, rubbing against her with new determination. “Can’t wait to fuck you for real.”

“Yes,” she whimpered, arching into him.

He hissed as his balls pulled tight, still jerking with blind determination as a hot spurt of come filled his briefs, then another. Ben shouldn’t have been so pleased with himself after going off in his pants and it didn’t feel particularly nice to be covered with his own come as his dick softened but he hadn’t the energy to care.

“Don’t worry,” she told him, “you’ll be making it up to me later.”

[booboothefoolish]

Camper Conundrum

The trip had been a long and strenuous one to say the least. Which was to be expected- four people crammed into a tiny RV? Of course everybody was a little on edge. It didn’t help that you were the only female there.

It was fine for the most part. You got the entire bedroom area to yourself while they boys languished at the front. The only problem arose when in the morning Ross came to make sure you were awake, and he found you curled in the smallest way possible at the very edge of the bed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?“ he shouted. The intrusion was so violet it made you flip right out of bed and onto the floor.

You popped up off the floor and glared, “Ross what the shit mate?“ you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, but stayed seated.

Smith popped from around the corner looking at the two of you questioningly, “Got the ENTIRE bed to herself and shes just curled up in the corner!” Ross continued on rudely nudging you with his foot.

You groaned in pain curling back up on the floor, “Smith help.” you whined meekly. 

Smith laughed and pulled Ross away, “Alright alright knock it off we’ve got to get a move on Trott is getting antsy.” as Ross left he offered you a hand up. You gracefully took it and hopped up from your tangle of sheets.

It was Trott’s turn to drive so it was just you and Smith sitting at the table. You flipped trough your phone enjoying the peace of this leg of the journey.

“So you’re really just in the one corner of the bed?“

You shrugged, “I like sleeping like that,” you explained gesturing with your hands ever so slightly, “it feels safe.” sure it was a little odd, it made you feel protected and secure.

He squinted at you and titled his head, “Safe?“ he thought you were a bit odd. Which suited you well enough.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled at him anyway, “Yeah, like I could pounce on an intruder at a moment notice.“ you curled your hands into little claws and flexed them.

He looked rather nonplussed at your show of power, “Or get tangled in the sheets on the floor.” he took a sip of his drink.

You snort laughed at him, “You’re a real prick.”

You had all ended up drinking a little more than anticipated. Which was not unexpected. You’d gone faster and harder than the boys, and ended up in your bed earlier than the boys.

Even though you were pretty sloshed you couldn’t manage to get to sleep. Tossing and turning you wiggled around. You were to warm, or were you to cold? You couldn’t tell. You stripped down to your underwear.

It was leagues better. Cocooning yourself in blankets you had almost dozed off before an almost crashing sound caused you to jump. You were once gain on the floor.

“Caat like ‘flexes?” It was Smith and he was sloshed. 

You wrapped your blanket around yourself to preserve a little bit of modesty, “Hey mate what are you doing in here?” 

He shuffled a bit not unlike a zombie, “M’sleepy.“ he was in front of you now helping you get up almost roboticly. 

You were pretty gone and so was he so that’s probably why you made the offer, “You want to sleep with me?” Smith giggled a bit, “Grow up!” you smacked him in the chest.

As he popped off his shirt and shorts  you realized he never gave you a response. Although he probably didn’t need to seeing as he had flopped on the bed and stretched out like a star fish.

You pushed him over a bit and settled back in. Just as you you about to doze off for the second time he bumped you again, “M’ cold.” he whined again pawing at her cocoon.

You groaned and rolled to face him, “Smith.” you warned, but even in the darkness you could see the pout, “Ugh whatever we can share.” without had to sit up to unravel yourself and drape the blanket equally between the two of you.

He grinned sleepily at you, “Thank you.” he mumbled before promptly passing out.

The sun wasn’t out yet when you woke up. You could only have been asleep for a few hours, but why did you wake up? You felt something move beneath your head. You saw a chest, for a brief moment you had though it was your own before realizing you were an idiot.

You and Smith had managed to entangle with each other during the night. He even had an arm around your waist. It felt-- nice? It made butterflies swim in you stomach. Quite simply you decided that closing you eyes and falling back asleep was the best course of action.

Waking up did not feel as nice, but for different reasons. While Smith was still draped around you, and was warm and comfortable. Ross had decided to come in chipper as ever looking for Smith.

“Y/N! Have you seen Smith I haven’t been able to find him-” he stopped shouting and looked at the two of you. The walked out and gently closed the door. You could here the muffled ‘what the fuck‘ through the paper thin.

You could feel Smith tense for a moment before sitting up. You looked up at him, “Good morning you look like shit.”

He looked down at you and the tension seemed to diminish a bit, “I feel like shit.” he groaned cracking his back as he stood up.

“Maybe don’t drink so much next time” you blew a half heart ed raspberry at him and also got up to throw some clothing on.

You both stood quietly for a moment shuffling clothing on, “We didn’t?” the question hung in the air for a moment before you laughed.

“No Smith we didn’t, you wandered in bitching about me misusing the bed space and demanded I share.” Smith nodded and wandered out of the room.

The ride was a bit awkward for this leg of the trip. Smith was driving and all Ross could manage to do was keep darting between you and Smith. Trott didn’t seem to notice or at least care.

But as you had had all settled down to camp, and dinner was eaten and drinks were had, you laid down again for the night. You curled up cat like, and cocooned, slowly drifting to sleep. 

There was a noise at your door, “H’llo?” you mumbled shifting to sit up.

Smith wandered in substantially more sober than the last time, “You got room for one more?” you couldn’t make his features out in the dark, but he sounded a bit awkward.

You uncocooned yourself and patted the bed to which he gratefully slipped in. For a moment you froze, you angled your head to look at him. You both made eye contact, he opened his arms and you gently, albeit a bit awkwardly, slipped into his arms.

You couldn’t help, but grin and nuzzle his breast,“You make me feel safe.“ he tightened around you for a moment. With your head oh his chest you were lulled to sleep by his ever present heartbeat.

[booboothefoolish]

Soulmates

You’ve known for a long time that your Soulmate ignores you. It’s very obvious especially growing up. While your friends and classmates wrote on their palms; little love note, ticktacktoe games, and doodles. Yours stayed wretchedly empty.

For a time you had thought maybe you didn’t have a soulmate, maybe they were dead, or maybe they didn’t speak English. There was even a summer spent learning phrases in other languages in hopes of a response, but it was to no avail.

So you had done the only reasonable thing and moved on. The fact of the matter is that you could function on your own, and as much as it hurt you didn’t need a soulmate.

With a heavy heart you made your way in and out of love with plenty of people, but all to often being dumped along the way when they had a chance to meet their soulmate, but it was fine. You were fine.

Its after a particularly bad break up that you realize that you are not in fact fine. scrambling to find a pen you wrote a final plea to your soulmate.

please love me

They do not respond.

Your heart breaks again, but once more you go on. More cautious than ever making your way through romance. As much as you wished you could love like a normal person you cant’t. So you do the next best thing-- you make friends, and get a dog. It’s not the same, but it’s not supposed to be.

You feel love and its more than enough.

It’s through your dog you meet someone and your cautious at first. He seems nice, and he doesn’t seem to mean any harm. 

In subsequent visits you learn his name James and you categorize it away in your brain for safe keeping, before you know it your trying to time your visits to the park just so you can catch a glimpse at him.

You know it’s foolish, that he already has a soulmate, but you cant help it. He’s too charming for his own good, in an awkward sort of way.

It’s a a pleasantly cool day when you finally ask him, “Would you like to go out sometime?” your voice is heavy when you ask and you know it. Mentally you make plans to visit a new dog park when he inevitably says no.

He looks confused for a moment, “Would your soulmate be cool with that?” The question doesn’t surprise you, and he seem of the age where soulmates are getting married.

Oh fuck he has a soulmate doesn’t he, “I uh- don’t have one,“  you say a little awkwardly, “or at least they don’t talk to me...“ you need to leave. Like right freaking now.

He puff out a laugh, “Neither does mine.” your kind of frozen. For a moment you for get how to breath.

Yo can’t help but grin, “Is that a yes?“ you still come off a bit awkward, but you’re just so happy you don’t care.

Now he’s grinning like an idiot, and your both standing there looking foolish, “Yeah (YN) I’d love that.” 

You both hang around the dog park for a bit longer, before heading out. You nearly skip all the way home your poor dog.

The date is set, and the plans were made. It’s dinner and its at a local taco place. You spend nearly three hours getting ready with all the outfits change. First its a skirt, then a dress, then jeans, then a hoodie, then a different skirt, but you eventually settle. A baby pink sundress, jean jacket, and flip flops. You hope it says casual but pretty.

As you leave your Apartment you feel your palms begin to sweat. This is maybe the second time you’ve ever gone on a date with someone whose actually available. You pray to whatever God is out there that you don’t fuck this up.

You show up a few minute early and wonder if you should go in or wait for him outside and while you stand there panicking he shows up.

You don’t see him approach as you are deep in though, “Boo.“ he says poking you.

You squeak a little bit and swat at him, “Scared the hell outta me.” you try and keep a straight face, but he looks so pouty you cant help but laugh.

The taco place is pretty run of the mill but it’s a good place to just chill and hang out. You get to know more about him. You knew a lot about him in the context of Ein. It was the other bits of personality that you didn’t know.

He tells you he’s an ‘internet personality’ which you find out in turn that means he’s a Youtuber. He’s wickedly funny, and still fresh to LA. You are absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, smitten. The conversation ebbs and flows as you eat your tacos and he tells you about his lack of soulmate.

“I’m pretty sure I just annoyed her away.“ he jokes wholeheartedly, like the fact that his soulmate doesn’t answer him doesn’t crush his soul.

You snicker, “Oof buddy that’s dark.”

“I mean i wouldn’t blame her in middle school I used to write down Three Days Grace lyrics on the palm of my hand.“ you cringed a little bit and hoped he didn’t catch it. You could tell by the look in his eye that he did though. “What like you never did anything embarrassing like that!“

His wounded pride made your hear rate spike, “When I was-“ you pause to think, “Fifteen? I think I spent a summer learning hello in like a bazillion different languages in hopes of a response.“

You look away bashfully, but he grabs your hand, “Well they’re a fool.“ its oddly genuine and it almost makes you tear up. Almost. “Maybe their an alien anyway. Did you try one of those Star Trek languages.“ You can tell he trying to lighten the mood with a joke and it works.

You laugh audibly for a moment, “I don’t think I could handle a Klingon for Soulmate!“

James might not be your soulmate, and this date might not go anywhere, but in this moment it’s enough. Your enough.

[booboothefoolish]

Imagine a Movie Date with James...

🤡 its probably for some nerd shit movie like Infinity Wars

🤡 Its may so its warm in LA and your wearing something comfy af like shorts and a tank,,, 

🤡 he of course is wearing his traditional hoodie tee and jeans wombo combo

🤡 just like a comfy date all told tbh

🤡 there’s a little bit of wind and it’s nice after a warm day,,, especially as you’re chilling in a line outside

🤡 he squeezes your hand a little bit and gives you a look,,, you’ve been waiting for a while and you can totally see him getting a little restless 

🤡 you poke his side “don’t worry we’ll get in soon you baby,” you joke at him because jeeze its been a while but he can wait.

🤡 “but Baabe!“ he whiles pulling you attention just enough that he sneaks in a poke back at you

🤡 he blows a raspberry at you and almost like magic (or the fact that the movie started in 15 minutes) the line started to move.

🤡 with one last gentle poke you two go and see the movie  🎉

[booboothefoolish]

Dating Jay Would Include

🤡 HORROR MOVIES!!

🤡 Watching oddball films quietly next to each other just getting engrossed in the story.

🤡 Watching BAD films and not shutting the hell up at moments because Jesus chRIST its so bad!!

🤡 Dropping by the office and having Mike, Rich, and whoever else is in make fun of him

🤡 beard scratchies when you kiss!!!

🤡 going on movie dates but not like movie dates-- move like cuddling at home watching movies together

🤡 cuddling on the sofa while he whispers movie facts at you

🤡 HIDING BEHIND HIM WHEN SOMETHING PARTICULARLY GOREY COMES ON SCREEN

🤡 Him making fun of you for hiding

🤡 “C'mon! It’s not that bad...“

🤡 JUST AAAA

[your-monster-romance]

Imagine…

Your own father betraying you.

Being a king, he wanted an heir. A male heir. But after many years and many pregnancies, all he had to show was seven daughters. He had tried every medical and rational way to ensure a son and after all of it failed…he turned to the irrational.

He turned to sacrifice.

An old man on the side of the road had told him that a son would be born if he sacrificed something dear to him to a dragon. And what was more dear to anyone then thier firstborn child? Of course, it wasn’t going to work. Your father had never cared for you at all, you were no where near dear to the man.

His incoming failure was your only comfort now.

You were already in the caves, dragged away by your father’s men as your mother and sisters screamed and begged for mercy. He had none, not even for his children. And in the end, you were tossed into the darkness by your own parent. If there was a dragon, you certainly hadn’t seen it. You were probably going to starve to death in here, withering away in your finest dress and jewels (which King Father had insisted upon apparently), like so many of your people.

You walked through the darkness, following a strange sound you kept hearing. Even now, your curiosity was getting the better of you…the closer you got, the warmer the air felt. And then you began to recognize the sound as…breathing. Slow, steady breathing as though something of someone very large was sleeping. You turned the corner only to freeze in your tracks.

There in the darkness, a dragon slumbered on a pile of treasure.

His scales were a gleaming scarlet, his underside a lighter pink. Beneath him, gold and jewelry and precious gems glittered beautifully. There really was a dragon in these caves. Maybe your father would get his son after all…As though he sensed your being there, the dragon woke up.

You backed away, pressing yourself against the stone wall.

“Well, well, well…it’s been among time since I have had a guest. What brings you too my humble abode, little one?”

His voice was silky smooth and deep and…rather relaxing.

“Human sacrifice. My father wants a son in exchange for something dear.”

“Are you that something?” The dragon asked, cocking his head.

“No. But he wants you to think I am.”

The dragon laughed, the sound shaking the cavern.

“I like you! I do like you, little one. Your father has sent you here for something he wants…what is something you want? What are you willing to give for it?”

You thought for a moment before removing your locket.

“My grandmother gave this to me before she died…if I gave it to you, could you protect my mother and sisters?”

“…Yes…”

You tossed the necklace into the massive pile. A flash of light blinded you and you closed your eyes tight. When you opened your eyes, you were surprised. Before you say a big bed with red sheets and a table with food.

“Rest. Eat. We will speak again in the morning.” The dragon said.

“…Thank you. Can I ask for your name?”

“Sona.”

You ate and crawled into bed after, wondering what was going to happen to you…You woke up the next morning, only to find two gold eyes staring down at you.

“Good morning, Y/N.” The dragon whispered

“Good morning, Sona.” You replied.

The table was now decorated with breakfast, which you ate as Sona walked around his treasure. You learned that he liked to do this a lot. Over the next few weeks, you watched Sona sort through his treasure over and over again. You thought of home as he did. Of your sisters and mother, you wondered if your wish had come true. And after being there for a month…The fine bed and food made you think of something else too.

“Could I ask for something? In return for another?”

Sona paused, turning to look at you.

“What might it be?”

“For my kingdom’s people to have beds and food. They need to be taken care of better…”

“And what will you give?”

“These earrings. My mother gave them to be the night I attended my first ball. They were inherited family for generations, from one eldest daughter to the next.”

The dragon seemed to almost smile at you, gold eyes gleaming.

“…I will take them.”

That night, you found two small chests beneath your bed, one filled with clothes (including a warm nightgown that you immediately slipped into) and books. As you looked through the novels, Sona started an odd request.

“Read to me, little one. Something sweet.”

“Oh! Um…”

Picking out a poetry collection, you crawled into bed and read to the dragon, blushing at a few of the more…detailed love poems. Sona loved them though and you read to him until you fell asleep. You didn’t even realize that the dragon was smiling at you sweetly…

But you did notice it the next day.

Over the next few weeks, Sona became less preoccupied with his treasure. Instead, he talked more with you. You found the dragon to be quite sassy, sometimes flirty, and very smart. He loved riddles and poetry and pretty girls in almost as pretty dresses. One morning, you woke up and ate breakfast again. Sona encouraged you to wear the light gold dress, telling you how pretty you would look in the color.

“Speaking of gold…do you have another request?” He asked.

It had been a long time since you had asked of something. But you had thought about this one long and hard. You looked at the bracelets on your wrists before taking them off.

“Put someone else on the throne. Someone who doesn’t ignore the needs of thier people. Someone who doesn’t throw their children into the arms of death. Someone who cares.”

Sona thought for a moment.

“I like this one.”

The bracelets were placed in his pile and that night, as you picked out another novel, you found another gift waiting for you.

A man.

A tall man, with blacker then night skin and long braids cascading down his back. He was dressed in scarlet silk and adorned with gold and jewels that gleamed wonderfully. He smiled at you and you stood up, backing away from the stranger until you tripped onto Sona’s hoard.

“Who are? You need to leave?” You demanded.

“Why? Don’t princess wait to be rescued from evil dragons? Perhaps I’m your prince charming.” He asked in reply.

That voice…that silky voice…

“Sona?” You whispered.

“In another flesh. So you like it?”

He stepped forward and leaned low, hovering over you. Only he didn’t gloat over his gold…instead he stared at you, eyes gleaming.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Granting your wish. But granting one of my own as well. You may leave…you may rule over your kingdom as the rightful heir. But only if…if you give me a kiss. Just one kiss…”

He was moving closer, eyes closed and his lips so, so close to your own…

“Wait.”

He paused, opening his eyes. He had such long, dark lashes you noticed…

“I wanted to save my first kiss for my husband.”

You removed the final piece of jewelry you had, a ruby ring.

“Will you be that man?”

Sona smiled, revealing gleaming white fangs.

“Oh, I was hoping you would say that.”

He finally got that kiss, oh that wonderful kiss. None of his favorite poems could ever have described something so sweet…one kiss lead to another and another and so many more.

And there would be countless more to come.

A perfect ending, you both thought. A perfect fairy tale ending…🖤

[grossbabi]

I’m A Mess Joji x Reader

Angsty request ~ Angsty Joji imagine where you argue bc of him getting jealous and end up breaking up but get back together? Thank you!!

requested by @twdgislife

Warnings: Angst, swearing, graphic kinda, drinking etc.

“Don’t leave please Joji it’s lies. They’re trying to ruin us can’t you see it?!”

“I’m leaving.”

That night was so painful, clearly from the booming headache wracking in my head. I drank so much, raided every crevice in my ruined apartment, I gotta get used to saying my now…given he left for good.

My knuckles were bruised from punching my door, tears dried on my cheeks as I sat in the middle of my living room, empty.

So fucking empty

Clock smashed, clothes thrown across the bedroom, bed sheets covered in puke and blood from my ankle. Carelessly, I had thrown photos all over the floor, the frames smashed on the floor like disturbed decorations. Eyes bags littered my face, sore and red lips from blood and screaming. Scratches prominent on my arms, I had hyperventilated and had no one to calm me down.

I gotta get used to that too.

A knock at the door brought me to my senses, I perked up and dragged myself to the battered door, splinters of wood from where I had punched that too. Running my fingers through my hair, I wiped my face with my hands and reluctantly opened the door.

Ian.

“Hey…” I croaked, my sore throat clearly obvious. His smile died down after he took in the scene of ou-my apartment. Sighing, he walked past me and set down the white bag and called in Max and Chad.

“Jesus Christ, did he-”

“No he left before my hyperventilation started, I’ve trashed the place and haven’t been fucked to move from the sofa since 2am.” I spoke, brushing the creases of my jacket out. A faint buzz came from Max’s phone, a familiar name lit up.

“Where’d he go last night, is he at yours?” I asked, concerned about his wellbeing. He left me yes, and god it hurt for him to believe this bullshit, but I still cared of course.

“He left to get pissed up about ten minutes ago, we dropped him off on the way here.”

God that hurt.

“Why aren’t you with him, I’m fine.” I groaned, rather embarrassed about the state of myself and the apartment.

“Yeah, clearly.” Ian huffed, running his hand through his hair. I winced at the prodding of my food, a shard of glass cutting the heel. Brushing it off, I pondered at the things I could do forget. Until I thought about it a little harder, why not just do what I do best…drink.

“How you guys feel about getting pissed tonight? I don’t need some dumb counselling session right now I just wanna feel good.” I groaned, looking at my reflection in the toaster.

“___-”

“I’ll go get a shower and I’ll get dressed and we can hit up a bar and get fucked.” I smiled, waving and closing my bedroom door behind me to escape into the shower. I never thought I needed a shower this bad till now, washing the blood and sweat off of my body relieved all the kinks in my back from sleeping on the wood floor of the living room. Scrubbing at my scalp, I soothed my headache to become more numbing.

“Don’t lie to me, you clearly like Ian just fucking leave.”

“Why would I? Baby I love you and you know this.”

Wincing, I shook my head and stepped out of the shower, drying my body and carefully dabbing the cuts and the wound on my foot. After debating what to wear, I picked out a burgundy dress, just resting on my lower thigh. It was shoulderless, long sleeved with a choker. I plastered my foot and tugged on some socks and my black, chunky heeled boots. Moments later, I dried my hair and tousled the curls and applied some makeup.

Before opening my bedroom door, I heard the murmurs of the boys conversing rather hushed.

“We can’t leave her like this, she’s a wreck she’s just covering it dude.”

“I don’t want her alone tonight, it might do her good.”

“True, just wish this didn’t fucking happen man…I’ll try and get a hold of him later maybe…”

Sighing, I opened my door slowly, applied a fake smile and grabbed a couple notes from my pot and slipped it into my purse.

“Let’s go lads!” I cheered, their cheers following. This was gonna be rough. Rough as the drive to the bar, they avoided all questions about last night’s incidents and spoke of new video ideas. Ten minutes passed and we finally made it to the rather popular bar.

“Shots!” Me and Max chimed, Ian giggled and found us a booth as we waited for Chad with the shots. Max went for a piss so it was me and Ian.

“Did it hurt…”

“Did what hurt Ian?”

“When he left, I didn’t wanna bring it up I just wanna know. He loves you so much I know he does-”

“If he did he wouldn’t of left. I get it, it’s not the first time I’ll just push through somehow…I don’t fucking know.”

“Guess who got shots, ya boy did!” Chad exclaimed excitedly, I couldn’t help but chuckle and avoid the concerned look from Ian. Max bounced over with his phone in hand and a great big smile on his face.

“Smile boys!” He laughed, snapping a good photo and uploading it to Twitter, rambling about how good we looked and how were were the new NBA , the usual random shit. Max’s phone lit with a familiar number but I just ignored it.After chugging alcohol for about half hour with random conversations, Max and Chad bounced to the dance floor. I played with my empty glasses awkwardly, enjoying the loud music and the aesthetic of the bar.

Ian clearly was itching to join the boys.

“Go, enjoy yourself, somebody gotta look after our shit anyway.” I spoke softly.

Reluctantly, Ian ran to the boys and I smiled. My buzz cut off as the alcohol began attacking my mindset, it fucking hurt. Depressing noises from a cliché love song filled the bar.

I met you in the dark You lit me up You made me feel as though I was enough We danced the night away We drank too much I held your hair back when You were throwing up

“I love you baby, so much.”

“I love you too-”

God that fucking killed, a dagger to the fucking stomach over and over. The memories of him, his beautiful chocolate eyes, the lines where he smiled, the feeling of his hand on mine, his chaotic humour and insane ideas. The way he’d wake me up at 4am with a coffee and a brand new idea for a video or a snippet of a song he was working on.

Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute, I was stone cold sober I pulled you closer to my chest And you asked me to stay over I said, I already told ya I think that you should get some rest

His crazy hair and the way it would stick up if he slept funny so he’d always lay flat with my head on his chest. His plump lips against my skin and the way they mold into that iconic smile, that led to a radiant laughter that could fill a stadium with cheering.

I got used to that smile.

I knew I loved you then But you’d never know Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go I know I needed you

The second the boys met the booth, I bolted out of the bar, tears running down my cheeks as I clutched my phone to my chest. The music pounded as hard as my heart, it felt blood was gonna pour out of my ears.

Shakily, my hands typed in his name and I clicked ring.

Ring, ring, ring.

“H-Hello.”

“I love you. I love you so fucking much please, I need you please It was all bullshit I need you. You don’t even need to love me back but you just need to know…I need you to know that I adore you so much. The rumours got to us It shouldn’t have please Joji I love you so much.”

He hung up.

I know I needed you But I never showed But I wanna stay with you Until we’re grey and old Just say you won’t let go Just say you won’t let go

I heard sniffling from behind me.

There he stood. A deep blue hoodie covering a white tee, black jeans and white vans. His eyes were heavy with red circles. I pushed my phone into my pocket and he pulled me into his arms, I cried hard and his sobs trembled as he smoothed the top of my head, pressing a kiss to my hair.

“I’m so sorry I’m so sorry-”

He kissed me hard as tears covered our faces, salty trickles meeting and falling. God it fucking hurt but it was relieving at the same.

“I’m so sorry for everything.”

“We can work this out, all of this it’s all gonna be okay.”

I’m so in love with you And I hope you know Darling your love is more than worth its weight in gold

[grossbabi]

Ruin Joji x Reader

Insp: Ruin by Shawn Mendes

Warning: Drunk Voicemail (Ex), Swearing, Alcohol, Angst

Gif: @internet-cancer

One new Voicemail [ Sent at 1:32AM]

Sent by Unknown Number

“Heyyyyy, dis is probably a baaaaaad idea huh! It’s JOJIIIIVLOGS

Hahaa, I really shouldn’t be calling you but hey you didn’t pick up again but welp this is my drunk voicemaillll and I am feeling great hehe! It’s really cold here I mean I didn’t choose to be OUT here. Can you keep a secret, I’ I- I’m sat in a gutter because…haha, I got kicked out your baarrr!~ Some stupid stupid guy he, he kept touching me and I…I punched him, him right in the faaaaaace. He told me in his big bad voice like this : siiiirrr you must leave you, hah, you can’t smoke in here and that he was told I can’t see you.

And I, oh _____ you should’ve seen me I was like noooo siiirrrr. So-so he, hehe, he, sorry oh my, he grabbed my ciggie and I was really REALLY  fucking angry so I hit him! Isn’t that just…just GREAT.

Anyways, I…I didn’t know why I rangz you but I mean hey I have no one else anymore. Ian, Max, Chad- they all left! Poof! Out of MY life and man, oh boy oh boy do IIIII LOOOVE LIFE! Why won’t they let me see youuu, I wanna seeeeee youuuuu, no one will let me see you not not Ian or Max not Chad either I… I need to see youuuu. They just poofed out of my life just like you did…because of me.

I think I’m okay I mean this drink makes me feel good so I drink it a lot like…everyday I think. I should’ve told you i shou-I…I miss you, I mean I I’m not trying to get us together I think but I just, I think you should should know I miss you and it hurts a lot and i’m trying sooooo hard and everytime I think I’ve found the one…she’s not! She’s not the one _____! I look at her and she’s not you so she’s not the one- because, that’s you! You you you you youuuuuu….you the one that …that’ s you!

I miss your face a lot and your little giggles and smiles and all the fucking  sunshine you gave me! I miss your face and your eyes the little sparkle because that’s you you’re my little sparkle…well you were you lit me up hehe!

I should’ve told you I was so FUCKING STUPID haha! I- you you were the bestest thing that had ever happened to meee and it’s so silly because you’re not mine anymore and you you don’t wanna be I…I misses that.

I should’ve told you because you were the bestest thing in mah life and you were so perfect and stupid me so fucking stupid stupid- let you go and everyone else saw how dumb I was except for meeee!

Can…can I call you my princess…just one more time please? Please please please! I- oh my princess,  you are so prreccious and golden and I miss youuuuuuu.

Pleasez, answer my calls just once I, I don’t wanna be alone again princess, take careee prinncesssss! Take care.

[Voicemail Deleted]

[gen-zml]

James, 24. “You’re trembling.”

To be blunt, you were fucking freezing. You had confidently decided not to wear a jacket tonight, thinking that you’d only be out in the cold for a short amount of time, and that you’d spend most of the night carrying it around with you. But the line at the restaurant was long, which left you waiting outside.

You focused on being still, trying not to let on to your date that you were stupid and on the verge of freezing solid. Without the distraction of conversation though, he was too observant to let it slip past. He squeezed your hand softly, your fingers interlaced with his.

“Are you cold? You gotta be, right? It’s probably 40 degrees out here.”

If you didn’t know him better you would think he sounded nonchalant, but you could detect the worry laced in his voice. You squeezed his hand in return.

“It’s really not a problem, don’t worry about it! We won’t be out here for too much longer anyways.” You reassured him with a smile. You really hoped it wouldn’t be much longer.

With a chuckle, he pulled you towards him. He unlaced his fingers from yours to grip the bottom of his hoodie and held it out towards you.

“Cmon, you’re trembling. Get inside with me, it’s big enough.”

Unable to resist the promise of heat, you wormed your way into his hoodie and wrapped your arms around his waist with a grin. At his height, you were barely able to poke your head through the top.

The warmth of his embrace immediately washed over you, earring sigh of relief from you and a smile from him.

“Thank you, James.” You muttered, as you nuzzled into his chest. He simply tightened his grip around you in response, pressing a kiss to your forehead.