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fanfic isn't an act of activism by the way. it's a fun hobby. writers write whatever they want for themselves as their silly little getaway/self-care. if you want "more representation" of something in fanfics, then you write fanfics about that thing you want. nobody is stopping you. but saying other fanfic writers as a whole are "the problem" or are "to blame" for "not including xyz" or "not writing about xyz" just isn't how fanfics and hobbies work.
Why is it that every time I try to look for a x reader fanfic 99% of them is just pure smut! Not that I’m against smut or anything I love a good smut fic but it just feel like everyone is just writing smut and only smut and I feel so overwhelmed by the amount of porn that is being made. What happen to cute fic or slow burns!! Please can someone rec some good slow burns or soft cute fics!!
requested by @withered-s0u1 "Can I request an angst for Damien from smosh still pining over his ex gf who started has moved on from him? Using these two prompts “are you jealous?” “i don’t care what they do, they can hang out with whoever they want.” “right. even if it’s (name)?” “come again?" You can choose who they move on with ♡(>ᴗ•)"
o hey i do writing prompts! those used in this imagine will be in bold
imagine damien haas still pining over you after you break up
damien knows he has no right to feel the way he does. he broke up with you after all.
but three weeks later, watching you laugh with your friends so casually at your desk, like he wasn't even missing from the equation, had his chest burning in way he wasn't used to. after a year of him lingering around your desk, shouldn't you look even a little bothered that he wasn't standing behind you, hands on your shoulders as angela pitched you something completely unfathomable?
he didn't realize how hard he was staring until a hand waved in front of his face. he blinked a few times, looking up to see shayne pulling a nearby chair up to damien's desk, offering him a half smile and a cup of tea. damien took it gratefully, happy for the distraction, even if his eyes were already darting back to your nearby area.
"how you feeling, buddy?" shayne asked, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. damien hated the pity in his tone, no matter how slight.
he shrugged, turning fully away from the direction of your desk. "fine."
shayne just sighed again, looking at the group. "are you jealous?"
damien tried to scoff casually, but it sounded more like a choke to his own ears. "no, no."
shayne looked over at him, still sporting that half-smile. "it's okay if you are. they're your friends too. it's weird to navigate."
in an attempt to gain control of the situation, to try and stop shayne from going all psychology major on him, damien blurt out, "i don't care what she does. she can hang out with whoever she wants."
"even if it's spencer?"
"come again?" damien's gaze snapped up to shayne before it snapped to the group again, where spencer had now joined, leaning on your desk with his arms crossed as he spoke to everyone.
"listen," shayne spoke, more seriously than he had heard him in a long time, and deliberately staring damien in the eyes, "i love you, man, and i want what's best for you. but you're making yourself miserable comparing how you're doing to how she is." damien let out a sigh out through his nose. "maybe you need to reconsider why you broke up with her if you seem more miserable now than you were before." shayne stood. "it's okay if you made a mistake, but you need to tell her now.." his gaze trailed back over to the group and damien followed his line of sight to where spencer was grinning at you as you spoke. "before someone else reaps the benefits."
damien was so lost in his head that he didn't notice shayne had walked away until minutes later.
word count: 2173
requested by: Xxseasaltxx on quotev (x)
pronouns: she/her
warnings: swears, toxic parents/family
fandom: all time low
au type: your family doesn’t like him
summary: your parents have been itching to meet your boyfriend since the moment you told them about him. the only problem? they’re not going to approve
inspired by: none
authors notes: happy birthday imagine day!!!!! we’re not gonna talk about how long ago this was requested!!!!!!
other parts: none
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“You ready?” You removed your face from your hands and looked over to your fiancé in the driver’s seat.
“Not even a little,” you answered honestly, slumping against your own chair. You weren’t even inside your childhood home yet, but you already knew this was a terrible idea.
Your parents had made it no secret that they were disappointed in the way you were choosing to live your life. They were always comparing you to your older sister – the daughter they were actually proud of. She was a lawyer with a good job, had a husband who was a doctor, and had three kids with another on the way.
You, however, had none of those things.
You worked in Maryland’s second-largest city at a mom-and-pop record store. It was ironic how your mother always preached that ‘family was everything’ but ridiculed your job at a family-run business. To be quite honest, those people acted more like your parents than your own ever had.
“Honey, we have to go in there eventually,” he reminded you, placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing.
“I know,” you sighed, “I’m just...nervous. They’re not going to like you.” Alex nodded understandingly, having already had this conversation after your parents mentioned finally meeting your boyfriend of three years.
You’d put off the event for as long as you could – Lord knows you weren’t ready to be reminded yet again that you were a giant disappointment to the rest of your family.
“They can hate me or not,” Alex told you, “Not gonna change how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
He took your hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. You barely smiled at the action, whispering a soft ‘okay’. Knowing Alex had your back was enough to convince you to finally get out of the car.
You swung your legs out the door, shoving your feet into your uncomfortable heels. Of course, you could have worn different shoes, but knowing how your mother would react if she saw you in any other footwear? It simply wasn’t worth the argument – not when you knew at least one was already guaranteed to happen.
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After all the introductions – telling Alex your father, mother, sister, and her husband’s names – and pleasantries, you stood with your family in the entryway. You and Alex were taking off your coats to hang on the coatrack while you were mentally preparing yourself for the evening ahead of you. Your mom was asking how you’d been and why you hadn’t been calling as often and what you were up to these days, while you just gave her the generic ‘oh, I’ve just been busy with work’ excuse you always used.
“So, Alex,” your father began, “What do you do for work?” Your face contorted since they weren’t looking at you at that moment.
Here we go.
“I’m in a band,” he answered, not phased in the slightest.
“Oh...” your mother plastered on the fakest smile you’d ever seen from her, “That’s...” She trailed off, sharing a look you’d come to know all too well with your dad and sister. “Well, let’s all get to the table!” she said, not bothering to ask any follow-up questions, “Dinner’s getting cold!”
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And for the next two agonizing hours, you put on a brave face. Your family members would ask the most condescending things about both your and Alex’s life – his upbringing, how his own parents felt about his ‘uh... job’ as they put it, how long he was away at a time, how long he ‘planned on putting you through this’. You were doing your best not to visibly cringe at the tone of their voices – and you were doing pretty well until talk of the future came up.
“So this is- You two are serious then?” your dad inquired skeptically.
“Of course,” Alex nodded without missing a beat, “I love Y/N and I’m excited to spend my life with her.” You would have smiled if you didn’t feel like you were going to throw up at any moment.
“Well, let’s not get too hasty,” your mom laughed nervously, “Marriage is a very big step. Are you sure you don’t want to...explore other options?”
“What other options?” you asked, “We’ve been together for three years. Is marriage not the most logical next step?”
“Of course, dear, but you can’t just jump into these things.”
“What are we jumping into? It’s been three years.”
“It took 7 years for Jeremy to propose,” your sister reminded you, smiling at your brother-in-law.
“And you were okay with that?” you quirked an eyebrow, “I knew six months in that I wanted to marry Alex.” You felt him squeeze your thigh under the table.
“We’re just saying, Y/N,” your mom gave you a tight-lipped smile, like she was really trying to control her bubbling anger, “Maybe you should consider waiting – make sure this is something you really want for the rest of your life.”
And that was when you decided to drop the bomb.
“Well, I hate to break it to all of you,” you stated, “But we’re already engaged. You held up your left hand to show them the ring on your finger. Everyone started yelling in shock.
“Why didn’t you tell us, young lady?!” your father boomed.
“Because I knew this is how you’d react!” you exclaimed, sitting up straight and not cowering to the volume for once in your life.
“You can’t be serious, Y/N!” your mother and sister shouted in unison.
“This is how you want to live the rest of your life?!” your mom continued, “You want to be waiting around for someone who’s rarely home?!”
“I don’t ‘wait around’, Mother!” you shook your head, “I have a job and friends and an apartment and I make sure Alex always has somewhere that feels like home to come back to!” Your fiancé’s mouth twitched into a brief smile, wiping it away before your family had something else to be pissed about. “Just because the rest of you felt forced to settle into lives of dutiful misery doesn’t mean I wanted that for me!” you continued, “I never wanted to be a housewife with six kids by the time I turned 25 and a husband who expects dinner on the table when he gets home from work! And Alex has never once asked that of me! I thought you’d be happy I finally found someone who treats me the way I deserve!”
“‘The way you deserve’?!” your sister repeated, “You should want to do those things for your husband! They work hard to provide for their families; They’re the ones who deserve to be taken care of!” She gave Alex a sideways glance. “Well, some of them do,” she scoffed, “I guess not all of them value hard labor.”
“You know what?” you sneered, suddenly rising from your seat and towering over the table, “You can make fun of my choices and belittle me all you want – I’m used to it; you’ve done it my entire life – but you will not disrespect my partner. Alex is passionate about his career and he’s doing well for himself, even though I wouldn’t care if it didn’t pay the bills. He’s kind and thoughtful and he sees me and loves me for who I am and not what I do for him and, quite frankly, he’s a hell of a lot more patient than me when it comes to your bullshit tonight.”
“Young lady,” your dad warned with the expression that would have scared you into submission a few hours ago.
“You don’t have a say in my life anymore,” you continued ranting without a care in the world, “You don’t get to decide who I talk to or who I’m friends with or who I love. Everything you’ve said tonight just reminds me why I went so low-contact with you all in the first place. You’ve never cared about me; You just wanted another thing to control. Well, you’re not controlling me anymore.”
Alex stood up before you even moved and pulled your chair out from behind you, knowing you were going to leave without you having to tell him. Neither of you spoke a single word to your family as you gathered your coats, your heels clicking obnoxiously on the hardwood floors with every step. Any other time – any other visit to your parents’ house – you would have forced a smile and kissed them goodbye, but this time... This time you walked out the door without so much as a glance in their direction.
And oddly, that was what felt the most freeing.
By the time you reached the car, you’d calmed yourself down somewhat. Though, you were still breathing slightly heavier than normal.
“That went about as well as I was expecting,” you grumbled, plopping down in the passenger seat and shutting the door behind you.
You reached into the backseat as Alex started the car to warm it up, grabbing the shoes you brought to change into once the disaster of a dinner was over. You heard your fiancé chuckle to himself when you groaned in relief upon taking off your heels and tossing them behind you.
“It was certainly something alright,” he acknowledged.
“I’m sorry...” you sighed, making him look at you.
“Sorry for what?”
“I should have known they would try to make you feel bad about your choices too,” you swallowed, “They can never just let people be happy; They always have to find a way to make themselves look better.”
“Honey,” Alex reached over and squeezed your thigh, reminding you of being in this exact position four hours ago before the whole mess started, “None of what they’ve done to you is your fault. They wanted you to grow up to be meek and obedient – and maybe you were while you were with them – but you’ve allowed yourself to let that go now. You’ve become a strong woman who’s made it clear that you can survive without their help – and I know they’re just seething about that fact right now.” You finally cracked a smile, making him smile as well. He moved his hand to your cheek, his heart fluttering when you leaned into his touch. “You are worth so much more than they will ever give you credit for,” he continued, “And I’m so lucky you chose me over all the other people in the world.” You leaned forward to kiss him softly, thankful you finally met someone who didn’t see you as something to be disappointed about.
“I love you,” you whispered, as if speaking any louder would ruin the tender moment.
“And I love you,” he promised, pecking your lips again before returning his hand to your thigh and pulling out of your parents’ driveway.
The car was silent for the next 15 minutes – the only sounds coming from the songs on your favorite radio station playing softly. Your hand had since wiggled underneath Alex’s, your fingers tangled like they were meant to fit together perfectly.
“Can I run an idea by you?” Alex asked randomly once he stopped at a red light about five minutes away from your shared apartment.
“Of course,” you nodded, your head still laying on the headrest as you stared out the window.
“Let’s get married,” he said, earning a confused giggle from you.
“We’re already going to,” you reminded him.
“No, I mean...” he shook his head, swallowing thickly, beginning to drive again once the light turned green, “Let’s go to the courthouse tomorrow.”
You looked over at him, wanting to know if he was actually serious. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized he was – that he genuinely wanted to marry you right then and there – and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face.
“Why tomorrow?” you asked, watching his eyebrows furrow. You began chewing on your inner cheek as you answered the question he hadn’t asked. “They’re still open,” you informed him, “Let’s do it right now.”
Alex glanced at you before turning his eyes back, feeling his heart flutter at how eagerly you wanted to marry him as well. He swallowed again to keep himself from tearing up, not wanting to cloud his vision and put you – and everyone else on the road – in danger.
“You wanna marry me wearing this old beanie?” he asked, smiling when you laughed.
“Only if you wanna marry me wearing Crocs and socks,” you wiggled your feet in the shoes, making him laugh as well. He brought your hand up to his mouth, squeezing and pressing his lips to the back of it.
“I’d marry you if you were wearing a potato sack,” he stated sincerely. You squeezed his hand right back.
“And I’d marry you if you were wearing a garbage bag,” you replied just as seriously.
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hi friends. long time no see :)
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Other “running away together” AUs: Jamie / Harry / Alex
hi bestie i’ve been mmmmmmany tags over the years but ill always stick with your imagines 💕 i’ve been here since. what. the slashersdream days? idr it’s been so long sjfjfjfjf
honestly anyone who's stuck around as long as you have is entitled to financial compensation
sooo i may or may not have a lil thing ready to be posted (birthday imagine on lock this year!!!!) so i'm getting it scheduled and i've realized that it's probably time to revamp the taglist
i know not all of the urls are the same and maybe some people just don't wanna be on it anymore but are too scared to tell me (i feel yall tbh) so if you want to still be tagged when i on the rare occasion post an imagine, reply here or send me an ask!!!!
this will be relevant no matter when, but to be notified of the birthday imagine scheduled for august 20, pls lmk by then!!!!!
thank you all for sticking with me and continuing to support me even tho i suck!!!! 🩵🩵
(also yes i know i'm putting this in the imagines tags, i'm sorry, i just want ppl to see it pls forgive 🥺)
i know i don't really post anymore, but i just wanted to say i made some fanfic trope bracelets for my shop and i thought u guys might like them (and a lot of the other stuff i have too!!)
and even if u don't want to buy anything, it would mean the world if u shared with other people who might be interested
NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.
Hey hi henlo. So I had rediscovered my love for Our Last Night in the last few years and I subconsciously was like “where did it come from?” Because they weren’t popping up in any algorithm for any of the apps I use for music… and then it hit me.
In my semi-anual reading through everything you’ve ever written ever you mention Our Last Night for 0.2 seconds in the Cody Carson x Y/N fic “Heartbreak Girl” where Y/N takes over merch duties when Marshall decides to go solo & Cody thinks Y/N has a crush on the OLN merch guy 💀
All this to say I love you and it’s your fault I fell back into love with OLN 😂
LMAO OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS !!!!!
i only included them in that bc i’m a slut for the bye bye bye cover with cody that’s crazy 😂😂
I’m 2 months late to your last reblog but your tags are 100000% correct 😌. I will always “you’re doing amazing sweetie” you a la Amy Poehler in mean girls 💜
blocking people who clog the x reader tags with stupid ass relatable posts or complaining about how there's not enough of a certain type of fic or how they don't like y/n doing something
the issue with writing for yourself is that you will get sucked into rereading your own fic over and over and pretend it’s “editing,” but really you’re just reading because it’s exactly what you want to read. because you wrote it. for you.
