#fake imagines

[yourpalsalamander]

Fankid Imagines: Part 2 (the boys edition)

more imagines undercut!!

[akascow]

im sorry for what youre about to read but im still tired and my brain is going brrrrr

iwaizumi comes home to see a note left on the fridge

going to the gym to practice some more, dont wait up :)

-Tooru

that little shit i told him to stop practicing so much. thats it i need to end this

iwaizumi grabs a little present hes been waiting to give to oikawa out of a locked drawer and drives over to the gym

he slams the gym doors open

“oh iwachan i didnt see you there why are you h-”

*BANG BANG*

gunshots ring through the echos of the gym and oikawas on the floor

“what the fuck iwa what was that”

“its my present to you”

“you shot me in the fucking leg ??”

“that way i know youll never practice too hard ever again”

“wow youre so thoughtful iwa ily”

“i know shittykawa”

“happy birthday oikawa” he whispers as oikawa chokes on his own blood

then oikawa bleeds out on the gym floor and dies

a single tear falls down iwaizumis smiling face as he drives home, content with himself knowing that oikawa can never hurt himself again

the end😩

[biebsimagine]

01.

This is the first chapter to a short story I’m writing on Wattpad. I currently have four chapters written but whether I’m going to carry on, I don’t know yet. I started out being so hyped and confident with it (literally everything I write) but I lost it somewhere along the way. Please, please let me know if it’s something you’re down for!

Also, I’m going to post the hybrid Justin edit that I made at the end because it’s fooking CUTE.

It's a cat!

It wasn't a cat.

Close, but definitely not a cat. At least not all round.

It was the ears. And the tail. And the delicate features of his face, with the silkiness of his hair.

My first thought was it was some sort of Halloween costume. After all, it was October.

The boy slumped against the wall in the middle of the street. It was dark out. I'd be lying if I didn't instantly assume he was drunk out of his mind.

He hissed as I approached him, I probably should have retreated at that point, but I didn't - I got closer instead.

"Hi," I spoke. "You alright?"

He sat curled up in himself against the wall, merely looking up at me with equal amounts of panic and hatred in his expression. He looked terrified.

"I'm- I'm not going to hurt you," I said rather loudly. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

Big, green eyes stared back at me. Even the darkness couldn't consume the colour and the light within them.

"I'm Olivia," I said, holding a hand to my chest.

He blinked at me.

I blinked back.

"Have you just come from a Halloween party? Do you need me to call you a taxi?"

The blank expression on his face made me wonder if he could comprehend what I was saying.

I sighed. "Do you need any help? I mean, I don't know what your situation is, but someone slumped down in the middle of the street so late at night doesn't sound like a good one."

Eyes were shimmering suddenly. The boy blinked, and a tear fell down the smoothness of his cheek.

"W-what's wrong?"

I moved closer, feeling it was safe to. He cowered away slightly, and a soft whimper escaped his pinks lips.

"It's okay," I reassured. "You can trust me. To be honest, that's what someone who's probably gonna do something untrustworthy would say," I rambled, frowning because where was I going with it? "But, you can trust me. Scouts honour."

I bit the inside of my cheek.

"J-Just-tin-"

"Pardon?"

"Just-in!"

"Oh, sorry, should've let you finish. My bad." I held my hands up in defence. "That's a lovely name," I said, and did I see a faint pink creeping up the boy's cheeks? I couldn't truly tell; the only source of light I had was the streetlight a few yards away. "So you can tell me your name, can you tell me what's wrong?"

His bottom lip was taken between his teeth, and he gazed up at me.

"It's cool if you don't want to tell me, but I also wouldn't mind if you find you want to, especially if there's something I can do to help."

I tried hard to avoid staring too much at the ears poking through his hair, despite how difficult I found it.

"J-Justin doesn't have- have a home," He squeaked, fumbling with the material of his t-shirt.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

Clearly, he's drunk out of his mind.

Just walk away.

All these thoughts ran through my mind. I heard them, but I didn't necessarily listen.

I've been known to be reckless. I've been known to make my decisions on impulse. I've been known to make bad decisions.

"You- You don't have anywhere to go? Really?"

"J-Justin would n-not be sitting h-here if he didn't have anywhere to- to go."

I moved past the fact that the boy was speaking in the third person. At least, I tried to.

"Would you.. like somewhere to crash? My place has a spare room going, you can stay there for the night.

It was a stupid thing to do.

Of course it was.

I didn't even know the boy.

"Justin- Justin does not know.." he mumbled and my heart couldn't help but ache at the adorable expression resting on his face.

"It's not much but it's warm, and cosy too," I said. "And then you can tell me all about yourself."

"W-Warm?"

"Mhm," I nodded. "Toasty, if you like."

"J-Justin likes toast!"

I chuckled. "Then you can have as much toast as you'd like."

A grin broke out on the boy's face all of a sudden, and it was clear he'd been swayed. He clambered to his feet and bounced up and down.

And that was when I saw it. Standing tall behind him was the bushiest tail I'd ever seen. He somehow put every cat I'd ever encountered to shame.

"O-okay, let's, let's go."

The boy followed behind me, staying close to my body. A silence fell over us but I didn't sense awkwardness.

I wanted to get home as soon as possible; not only was it freezing outside, but the boy was shivering violently behind me. I could hear chattering teeth.

"Winter's on its way," I laughed, turning to see the boy looking back at me.

"W-Winter," he muttered, wrapping his arms around his body.

My apartment came into view, and I was quick to scramble through the doors of the building and head towards the elevator. I pressed the button with a bold '3' engraved on it.

I expected Justin to come and stand beside me, but instead, he stayed huddled behind. He sent the elevator doors a weary stare.

"W-what is that?" he whispered.

I couldn't help but stare, bewildered, for several seconds.

"I-it's an elevator," I said. "You've never been in an elevator?"

"Justin has n-never seen an el-va-tor before."

I frowned but didn't press him about it.

"It saves us taking the stairs," I said, hearing the elevator ding before the doors opened.

The boy gasped and his ears disappeared into the fluff of his hair.

His ears disappeared.

My mouth was left gaping. Justin didn't notice but continued to glare at the elevator.

"We- Oh lord," I muttered. "Let's go."

I took his arm as gently as I could and lead him inside. I could feel him trying to resist.

"Justin, it's okay-"

"What- what does it do?" he shrieked.

"It just takes us up to the third floor, that's where my apartment is."

I eventually got the persistent boy into the elevator, although he clung to me tightly, especially when we came to an abrupt stop on the third floor.

Justin was eager to get out; his tail raised the second he did.

LOOK. 

HOW.

CUTE.

[yourpalsalamander]

Fankid Imagines

Midterm week is making me lose it I think

[yourpalsalamander]

i want to make more stupid imagines of Silas/Rush but it's so hard for me to think outside of his cannon behavior

Chat how would you mischaracterize Silas/Rush, I need help 😭🙏

[espinochill]

missing you and everything about you: ethan dolan (note: i've resurrected from the dead again!!!)

[espinochill]

as the saying goes, time is a bitch: grayson dolan

[chandlerrlggs]

Andrew J. West Imagine

This is a short imagine, enjoy :)

I would like to dedicate this to haleysgareth and other Andy West lovers/fans. 

Happy Holidays!

Morning comes and the sun rises. You wake to the smell of bacon and the sound of it's sizzling on the pan. You hear Andy whistling to the tune of the Friends theme song, which sounds terrible because Andy cannot whistle. You start to laugh as you walk down the stairs and you see Andy still in his pajamas, but he decided to accessorize with a chef's hat. 

"Morning, Sunshine!" He says. 

"Good morning, Andy. H-"

He laughs. "I meant Sunshine! Over there." He continues to make the bacon, which smells amazing. 

"It's Canadian bacon, thought it'd be cool to try." He looks at you, and back at the pan. 

"Canadian bacon is just ham." You correct him. 

"Hey, at least it's not baloney pony." He put his hands on his waist and tilts his head at you, like a child. 

You head over to the couch and turn on the TV. You click through the channels and decide to just go watch the news. It's about the up coming weather, snow. 

You start thinking about the snow, and how Andy might finally propose to you on a snowy Christmas Eve. It's been your dream to be proposed to on a snowy Christmas Eve. You start to feel something weird on your shoulder and you turn around. 

This is it, you thought! But when you first realize what this was, you start to cringe. 

Andy had whipped out his dong and it was laying on your shoulder.

"Oh no.." You start. 

"Oh yes. " Andy snickers. 

"It's the baloney pony."