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45 with Tyler, and if you're comfortable with it, a significant age gap?

A/N: Tyler reader-inserts are honestly so cute, like??? gosh he’s such a sweet boi in them and I don’t doubt he’s just as sweet irl like buff boys are tough but they got big hearts aH I LOVE HIM

Prompt: 45. “Is that what you’re doing? Trying to make me hate you?”

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You’re a young girl, barely out of high school, starting college. It was supposed to be the highlight of your life so far. Yet, it didn’t feel that way. You felt like you were behind in life like you were being thrown off by an obstacle you could never escape.

Bipolar disorder, it’s terrible. Some days you’re normal or hyperactive, just an overall okay mood even though the symptoms without it isn’t exactly the best. Or it can switch to a completely different mood that you can’t help. It throws you back and holds others back when they try to help and be there for you. So, initially, you don’t let people help. You convince them you can deal with it yourself, and that you’re fine.

Tyler doesn’t believe you though. He’s a bit older than you and knows how to help because he simply knew people and has experience. You keep pushing him out more often though, it’s been getting worse so you don’t hang out much anymore. You don’t text back often and are slacking off on answering his calls. One day he had enough, he was too worried.

You heard a knock at your door, but you hesitantly answered. Tyler hugged you immediately, not saying anything. You pushed him away and took a step back. “Please don’t Tyler… It’s okay… I’m okay” You turned and walked to another room. He followed and shook his head. 

“No it’s not, and no you’re not. I can tell. But just answer me this Y/N… Why are you avoiding me?? You know I care and I want to help” Crossing your arms, you failed to answer the question. You didn’t want to give an answer.\

“Go away Tyler… I… I don’t need your help or your care… I just don’t need you.” You flinched at your words but you felt arms wrap around your waist and a deep voice whisper to you.

“Is that what you’re doing? Trying to make me hate you?” You inhaled, terrified, “Why baby?? I’m here for you and I’m not ever leaving.”

A sob emerged from you, he gripped onto tighter and brought you down to the floor with him. 

“I just… I didn’t want to make you fall behind in life or hurt you… like how I do to myself. I can’t help what happens and what I say or feel… I’m scared…”

Tyler rocked you back and forth, letting you ramble until you couldn’t find any more words left. He whispered and loved you, promising you couldn’t ever hurt him or keep him behind in life. Promised to keep you going no matter what.

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Hurt (Ethan Nestor x Reader)

A/N: Ahh love me some good ol’ angst, don’t you? Not sure if you meant the reader is a hoe or just saying that lol, either way it makes the imagine here interesting. Also sorry if it’s kinda shitty? My parents kept interrupting me so the mood is kinda whack.

Requested by: @addressed-to-moony  “I’m scared of loving you. I’m scared of hurting you.” Ethan x reader hoe dang

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I stormed into the house, a few steps in front of Y/N. I refused to face her, I felt too angry.

I heard her slam the door with a heavy sigh. Throwing my car keys onto the couch, I sat down with my arms crossed. Y/N was leaning on the door while giving me a neutral look. I couldn’t ever read her face, it was frustrating.

“What?” She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms now too, the look faltering. I could see a hint of confusion and slight concern.

I clenched my jaw and looked to the side. This is the first time I felt so angry and disappointed in her. These feelings had been growing since I found her at the bar.

“What do you think??”

Y/N stayed silent.

I whipped my head to glance at her again. I hated being so harsh, I hated being angry. I hate everything about this, but she won’t listen to me any other way.

“Do you really have nothing to say about this?”

“About what, Ethan?” She took a step forward, her voice getting louder.

I sat up, bewildered she was so clueless.

“This whole thing you’ve been doing Y/N! You always leaving the house and not coming home for hours-“ I stood up to walk towards her- “I had to come to look for you tonight! I’m getting so sick of it, Y/N,” I say.

Y/N was glaring at me, blinking rapidly as I spoke. Was she about to cry?

“You’re never around... you’re so distant and I don’t understand why we’re even together if you don’t bother with this relationship!” 

That all spilled out of me, I didn’t know where it came from. Yet, I didn’t regret a word of it. 

Y/N looked shocked and hurt. From the expression on her face, I could tell she didn’t realize I had felt that way either.

Our arguments were intense but we never talked about how we really felt, it was just silly banters that turned out to be more intense than necessary. I was always the silent one, meanwhile, Y/N screamed about whatever was irritating her.

Our roles have reversed. We stared at each other for a moment, then she put her head down. Her hair covered her face as she tried to head to our room.

I jumped in front of her, holding her shoulders to get her to look at me. She tried yanking away, not facing me. 

“Why do you keep running away??”

Y/N stopped and continuing to look at the ground. I saw tears drip onto the floor and I let go. I had never seen her cry before.

It was silent for a few moments, until she spoke.

“I’m scared of loving you. I’m scared of hurting you.” She sounded so hurt, and vulnerable. “When I first met you, you were different. You didn’t try to hit on me. You actually wanted to get to know me, instead of treating me like some easy, slutty girl!”

I knew she had always been so insecure about that. I couldn’t understand why. She didn’t ever act slutty, she seemed so sweet in genuine. Sure she was a flirty person but that’s just who she is.

“You saw through that part of me, and I wanted to become a better person but I can’t. I just can’t. And because of that I-“ she wiped her face- ”I ruined everything.”

Y/N ran past me to our room and slammed the door. I stand in place feeling shocked about what she said.

I was so exhausted and found myself crawling into bed. Y/N was fast asleep, tears stained her red cheeks.

I wanted to talk about this more tomorrow, maybe apologize for being so aggressive. I wrapped my arms around her sleeping body and nestled my head into the crook of her neck.

The next morning I woke up alone. I searched around the house, looked outside and her car was gone.

She left.

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Cold Mysteries: A YouTuber Riverdale!AU

Chapter One

Tag List: @maybalator

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I glanced around my surroundings. Teenagers laughed and ran to their friends, said their hello’s, basically being normal kids. Yet, an eerie feeling was stagnating the air.

“Have a great day honey! Call me or dad if you need anything!” My mom called out to me, waving. I waved back, smiling awkwardly.

“Bye! Love you...”

I sighed and made my way to the entrance, careful to avoid running into anyone. I looked around for the front office but a guy popped into view with a plastered cold stare onto his face. He didn’t seem like the other guys around here.

He seemed...

Bitchy.

“You’re new here right?” He placed his hands in his pockets. I nodded my head quickly, nearly resembling someone having a seizure. I mentally slapped myself for making a fool in front of a cute guy already.

“Uhh yeah... my name is (Your Name)” I stuck out my hand for a handshake. But, instead, he formed my hand into a fist to give me a fist bump. I raised an eyebrow.

I won’t question it.

“Sweet! I’m Felix Kjellberg,” Felix chuckled. I laughed in return, I wasn’t sure how I should feel about him as of right now but I wasn’t going to be rude. He could be a possible friend and I was in no place to deny friends.

“Hey so I need to go to the office right now and grab my schedule before the first hour, but maybe I’ll catch you later?” I started to walk to where I assumed the office was and his face didn’t falter. He held that same, somewhat plastic, smile.

“Of course, don’t let me hold you up. If you need anything, I’ll be around. Just ask for me! I know everything you need to know about this place...”

As he walked away I thought about what he said. He said it so strangely.

“I know everything you need to know about this place...”

Does he mean the school?

The town?

I wasn’t sure.

As I walked through the main office doors I bumped into someone, her stack of papers flying everywhere.

I sat on the floor, scurrying to pick up the papers and apologized profusely. I looked up to see I ran into an older woman, someone that’s a staff member. She shook her head and laughed, also picking up the papers.

“Ohohoho it’s alright dearie! I wasn’t looking where I was going, don’t worry!”

Before I was able to speak, a boy dropped down and started to pick up papers too. I was surprised and stared at him in shock.

He's super cute...

He had dark, wavy hair, chiseled jaw, and striking dark brown eyes.

Guess you could say I’m in love.

Wait what?

Anyway, I couldn’t stop staring at this insanely cute guy. I think he could tell that I was staring at him because he gave out a nervous chuckle when meeting my eyes. I looked away, “thank you...”

“It’s no problem.”

The three of us stand and I glanced at him once more. He had his eyes on me, he’s smiling too. I smile back but look away again.

“You two better get to class,” The woman said. “Especially you Mark, or else Mr. Morris won’t be too happy.” She walked out of the office, without giving Mark a chance to say anything.

I sighed, feeling exasperated by that whole encounter. I make my way to the front desk and ask for my schedule. The woman sitting at the desk nods and says she’ll print it off. I turn and see Mark talking to another teacher. I decided to idle for a moment, the looks of this guy peaks my interests. He and I lock eyes and it from his expression he seems interested too. But when he focused back on the teacher, the curious glance turns into a disturbed look.

I wonder what they’re talking about... almost everyone has that exact look plastered onto their faces.

I would almost be worried if we were friends, and sadly we’re not.

Once I received my schedule, I pass by Mark. I smile at him and hope it reassures him. I doubt it though, especially since we’ve barely spoken.

For the rest of the day, I continued to wonder why everyone around the school feels so unsettled. And I can’t bother to ask anyone because maybe it’s not my business. Either way, maybe I’ll find out sometime.

Little did I know that “sometime” meant during lunch that day.

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Nap Date headcanons (Ethan Nestor)

A/N- I’ve been taking a lot of naps lately and I had a dream that I took a nap w/ some guy i knew (forgot if he was a youtuber or not smh) during one of my naps lmao. So here’s this. If you want me to do this w/ any other teamiplier person/ego let me know.

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-Ethan had a stressful day of dealing with his computer being jacked up and not being able to post much.

-He just felt really bad and needed you to cheer him up a bit.

-You sat on the couch lying down a bit and watching TV, when Ethan walked in, obviously upset.

-You asked what was up, and he explained what’s wrong. He also said he was tired. Ethan slowly lied down, telling you to wake him up in an hour or so, and shut his eyes.

-You thought for a minute, then decided to sneak in between his arms, practically forcing you guys into a cuddle position.

“Hey what’re you doing..?”

“Getting comfortable, how about you?”

-He laughed and pulled you closer, and whispered cute things into your ear

-It took a little while for you guys to get to sleep so you turned on some sweet, calming music and sang along

-Within minutes, Ethan had passed out, holding you closely

-It started off as something that would happen sparsely, but it soon turned into weekly, then daily

-Sometimes people would come by and catch you guys together, sound asleep

-Which led to pictures being posted on social media

-Then a blog dedicated to so,

“Ethaannnn”

“Whaaaat??” 

“There’s a blog filled with pictures of us just cuddling and taking naps together”

“WHATS THE NAME I WANT TO FOLLOW IT”