Please Send In More Requests I Need Something That's Not Homework To Do

Please send in more requests I need something that's not homework to do

It's been forever since I wrote smut, it's been like 5 fucking years since I last wrote smut. Btw please give me requests i'm going crazy trying to like do my darkiplier series', so like requests, also for some reason every time I DO get a request or find some super good ideas some terrible occurrence happens to me that prevents me from writing. Anyways my bff wants to fight a squid for dominance, should I let her fight it or like stop her (she'd prolly start fighting me instead)

im gay, men are hot but also any sane and respectable man would not touch me with a two foot pole

I have no money 😔 Also my aunt (moms side) is staying over for a lil, and she's been treating me like I'm some parasite in my own house, like?? Bitch I live here, why are you mad *I'm* here? ITS MY FUCKING HOUSE? I LIKE LIVE HERE? 😒

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x GN! Reader x Darkiplier) -Part 1

(Semi-inspired by this fic)

You sat at your desk, fingers tapping against the keyboard. Your mind wasn't focused on your work in the slightest. Your phone buzzed with a notification from instagram, bored out of your mind and curious you picked it up and unlocked it, tapping the notification. What you saw caused you to drop your phone onto the ground, cracking the screen protector. In the livestream was Jackie, or his hero persona 'Jackieboy Man' at some swanky party. Now you understood why he never showed up like he'd promised.

Usually you'd brush it off as part of his 'hero duties' but this time was unacceptable. Just a few days before, you'd been nominated for a prize after submitting some of your art into a competition and Jackie had promised to celebrate with you at your favorite coffee shop, but evidently being a fuckboy was more important to him. You frowned, a sting of hurt rising up in your chest. You stood up and grabbed your coat, deciding against locking the door to your apartment while leaving for the coffee shop nearby.

You were mad at Jackie sure, but that didn't mean he should sit out in the cold. You were still friends. Right? God how you hated how you felt whenever Jackie called you his friend. You felt so much more for him than he would ever for you, and it hurt.

You sighed, sitting down at a table while you waited for your drink to cool down. You felt so ignored by him. Nowadays it was like he cared more about being famous than he did about your friendship, it made you miss the earlier days of his heroing career when he'd actually make time to hang out. It wasn't like that anymore though, was it? The only time you really got to spend any time with him was for healing his wounds and fixing his costume if it got ripped.

"My apologies for bothering you, but is this seat taken?"

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