#idek yet

[rriavian]

I knew I’d be busy the last two evenings of Nano so I’ve been getting the word count done as soon as it hits midnight. So I have now officially completed the challenge with the final logged word count at around 51k.

There’s about 1.5k I haven’t logged yet because it’s not been added to the fic, but aside from editing and any further additions it’s finished :)

[pvperplxnes]

walt (jason turner)

rafael waithe (peyton alex smith)

lucia (demetria mckinney)

[nam-seungmin]

yes i originally wanted to gif every member but somehow ... didnt

[pktrozei]

⚡ trainersona time ⚡

[isthisthingeven0n]

too far : d.d

wrote this last night. but I’m going to start trying to write a lot in one or two nights and post them throughout the week? hopefully, this should work better than me going overboard and posting as soon as I’ve written something. 

this is inspired by the prank david pulled on scott in a vlog last week (?) with the paintball gun. thank you for the request!

summary: david always pranked people, it was one of the things he does best. however, with this prank, he clearly crossed the line.

organised (at last) masterlist 

I’ve always witnessed the pranks taking place, often being nearby or in the background. I was always a witness, never the victim and I was perfectly happy with that. 

He knows I freak easily, I was too easy of a target so he would just jumpscare me rather than blindfold me as I would have a panic attack (which might’ve made a good thumbnail, but the backlash would not be worth it.) 

Sometimes David tells me he has something planned and it’ll happen when I least expect it, but I am always expecting something to happen, ruining his element of surprise. 

*

Sitting in the car I yawn loudly as I rest my head on the headrest as I remain tilted towards the door with my eyes closed. “Are you falling asleep there?” A small smile forms on my face as I nod.

“Just for a bit. We’re ages away from the hotel.” I mumble as another yawn escapes my lips. “It was a late night.” I state, knowing he couldn’t argue with that and instead he keeps quiet. 

I feel myself drifting off to sleep, blissfully unaware of what David had planned. 

We decided to get away for our second anniversary, go somewhere different where we could just be ourselves. David promised he would just let go for a few days, film bits and pieces but nothing major for the vlogs. It was going to be the ideal getaway from everything and everyone.

A light nudge wakes me up as David smiles over at me, motioning for me to take a look and in front of us are the mountains covered in thick snow. I struggle to hide the smile growing on my face and glance over, seeing him with a similar expression. 

“Glad I brought that coat now.” I mutter as we walk towards our own little lodge that we booked. It was secluded, a perfect spot where we can unwind in the beautiful scenery that surrounded us. 

Sitting by the fire I can hear his music through the doors as he showers, hoping to warm up a bit more after our brief snowball fight. I hold my hands out, feeling the warmth from the heat penetrating my frozen fingertips as our dinner heats up in the oven. 

I smile to myself, realising this is the perfect getaway. Somewhere we can just relax together without fear of anyone interrupting us. 

Turning my head I hear a knock on the door, three heavy knocks that increase my heart beat. I hesitantly stand up and walk towards the bathroom, opening it and seeing no sign of David. 

A small sigh escapes my lips as I pull on my sleeves, covering my hands as I open the front door, leaving it ajar to see a person with a mask on their face. 

“Give me all you have!” The man spits and kicks the door, leaving me to fall to the ground as I catch sight of his gun. 

Tears immediately fill my eyes and my breathing becomes shaky. “I, I don’t have anything.” I state as my lips quiver whilst my vision remains blurry. “Please, don’t, don’t kill me.” My cries become more desperate as everything runs through my head. All of the things I have yet to do, the things I haven’t told David. “I, I’m pregnant!” I yell and an instant pain shoots through my thigh. 

I scream as loud as I can, clutching my leg before I feel a pair of arms around me from behind. I throw them off as I struggle to my feet, rushing to the kitchen and grab a knife, throwing it at the attacker who is heading out of the door. 

“Hey, you sick fuck!” I scream as he turns and I throw the knife, seeing it narrowly missing him as it lands in the door frame. 

My breathing remains frantic as I force myself to look down at my leg. But as I do confusion fills my mind as I see yellow paint. Reaching down my shaky fingertips prod it, but the pain is faint compared to what I had anticipated. 

“Oh, Y/n.” Lifting my head I see Alex stood in the doorway, that mask in one hand and the gun in the other. He shakes his head as I remain silent. “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to react like that.” 

I turn my head, seeing David sat silently behind me with a blank expression. “Dave?” I speak through tears as I wipe my eyes, unable to move from the floor. 

His eyes slowly rise to meet mine and I can see their full of regret. “Y/n, I, I, I’m sorry.” He slowly speaks, reaching forward for my hands but I snap them away, clutching onto my stomach. “I didn’t expect it to be that dramatic.” He shrugs his shoulders and a scoff escapes my lips as I sniff loudly. 

“You had Alex pose as a thief with a fucking gun, Dave. What did you expect? Me to just laugh at it? No, Dave. I don’t think so.” I spit back as I slowly get to my feet and just look at the two of them before walking over and taking the knife from the door frame. 

“You have a decent aim.” Alex mutters as I pass him and place the knife on the counter. “David,” Alex looks to his friend whilst my eyes remain locked on the gun that is placed on the table. 

“Y/n, I-” 

Before he can finish I shoot him in the side and watch him keel over in pain, clutching his stomach as he falls to the ground with a thud. “Payback, bitch.” I call out and Alex holds his hands up in defence. I shake my head and lower the gun, watching as he lets out a sigh of relief before shooting him in the thigh. “Get them when they least suspect, right?” I call out and they both laugh, giving me a thumbs up. 

“Wait, did you say you’re pregnant?” 

[oscar-powell]

“Don’t look at me like that, the best thing to cure a hangover is a beer in the morning.” he chuckled as he grabbed the glass and took a sip of it.

[squinko-moved]

sighs ??

[naturally---who]

So my mom has wavy hair, my dad and brother do too if they let it grow out for long enough, but I have straight hair.

Or at least I thought so until realized that if I have to use a flat iron to tame my hair, it probably isn't straight. And I was completely dumbfounded.

So basically I have not-straight hair (haven't gotten it healthy yet so I can't tell my curl pattern) and I've been living a lie as the utter idiot I am.

P.s. I was literally envious of their wavy hair for the longest time. *cringe* Not my brightest moment.