but i had a new app on my phone

Tips for living alone

Buy a bat (I have my old color guard rifle) or similar. Keep it in your room/near your bed.

Get a lock for your bedroom door.

If you’re moving into a new place, change the locks. Who knows who had a key to your place before you.

Keep your phone/a phone in your room.

Get a weather alert system set up. App, weather call, little weather radio that tells you about major weather events.

Adopt a pet

Wave at your neighbors. Take note of the ones that make you uneasy. Watch out for kids always.

Be nice to your mail person. No matter what.

If you choose to drink/etc alone, unplug your wifi router. You’ll thank me.

Have extra seating. People sit when they visit. Your one comfy chair is great for you. Not so great for you + grandma + ur five cousins, your aunt, and a couple others.

Learn the self-Heimlich

When you take a shower, bring your phone yo the bathroom in case you fall your phone is no longer halfway across the house, it’s just on your counter

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Idk what else

Me too

This morning on the metro I really wasn’t trying to snoop or spy, but the girl next to me had her phone right in my line of sight between me and the window. And I saw her open up her Facebook app and open up a new status and write: me too. And then delete it. And write it again. And post it.

She looked up and it was pretty clear she saw that I’d seen, and I really impulsively and I’m sure awkwardly just for a second put my hand on her arm. And she reached over and squeezed it with her hand. And that was it. I never even took out my earbuds. We didn’t even make eye contact.

If you think we are anomalies, you’re a fool.

Me too.

That Night

I had just come out the shower and was now chilling in my boxers. There I was laying in my bed watching the Justice League DVD on a Saturday night while my room mate was out having fun at the club on this rainy night. In my opinion, this was a better way to spend my night instead of going out in the rain to get sick. I am Derek, a slender light skinned black male with brown eyes. I’m not much of a party enthusiast as most in my age category of 18 are but I am human and my dick was starting to make me aware of that fact as it ascended from slumber. If you haven’t guessed already, I’m a virgin. I lowered the TV volume and just as I was about to give it some attention, there was a text notification sound on my phone .

Me (Derek Towers)

My friend AJ hit me up on whatsapp. Now AJ was an attractive guy with an amazing ass and what I had to guess was a pretty good size dick. I could only imagine as I saw the outline once while we were on the beach. AJ was an easygoing fellow about a year older than myself. We met at my job at the hotel where I was a waiter and he was a lifeguard. He was cool and we got along great but he was ridiculously homophobic and there was no way I was going to let him know that I played for both teams.

After our conversation, I still had my little problem. I opened the tumblr app on my phone and scrolled down looking at sexy guys for hours, occasionally watching some porn video. Eventually, I saw a new story by my favorite author @morrisondauthor​ entitled  “Freak by Night 7: Freaky Sneaky.” His stories are always so sexy that I find myself ejaculating before I get to the end. I get so upset when he takes a while to post his stories because they give me life and take me to a world I could never imagine. For some reason, the context usually gets me hornier than the images he uses. I got to the good part and it made me so close to my climax when my phone notification alarmed me. If you haven’t guessed, it was AJ letting me know he got home safely. He went on to tell me about his night and how he had four rounds of sex with his date in her car and she came all 4 times. I was so jealous, I was trying to come once to satisfy myself and he interrupted me boasting about his extravagant time. Now all I had in my mind were images of his sexy ass f***ing her sexy ass in the car and my vivid imagination made me ten times hornier. I had to get my nut so I told him the truth.

Me: You got your nut now I’m going to work on mine

Him: With Pamela? 😂😂😂 Night. Don’t forget the jergens.

I didn’t dignify him with a response. Instead I went to the living room and sat in the couch with nothing on but my boxer briefs. My dick stuck fully erect through the hole in my boxers and I jacked away once again replaying Morrison’s story in my head imagining it was me coming down the stairs to a sexy surprise. The sound of the thunderstorm outside with sprinkles of rain violently pelleting the window fueled my hormones and I could feel my balls ready to release the seed from their constraints. Suddenly there was a loud crash at my doorstep synonymous with a lightning bolt outside which ignited fear into my heart and caused me to forget that I was horny. Cautiously I approached the door and peered through the peep hole to notice nobody standing in the hallway. Still my curiosity wouldn’t let me rest so I opened the door ready to put my self defense skills to the test if I needed it. Imagine my disappointment when I viewed my roommate, Kevin wet from head to toe lying at our doorstep in the fetal position. He appeared to be highly intoxicated and since he doesn’t have a car, I can only assume that a Good Samaritan literally dropped him at the door. As the epinephrine wore off, I started to realize that I was once again disturbed from achieving my natural high.

Even though I was upset, I couldn’t leave him there like that so I dragged him inside. Like AJ, Kevin was straight, usually requesting that I keep the “gay shit” to myself. Yes, he knew about me. I’ve known him since we were kids because we were neighbors and grew up living in each other’s homes. When I found out that I had a taste for both girls and boys, I was around 13 and Kevin was the only person I told at the time. His reaction to the news could have been better. He called me a faggot and stormed out of my house. We didn’t speak for weeks afterward. Eventually he came to me randomly one day and apologized. I couldn’t forgive him and asked him to leave letting him know just how much he hurt me. He didn’t give up though and proved himself from that day forth that he wanted to be my best friend again. He fought off bullies, walked with me home from school and acted like the friend he was before I told him. I forgave him after a while and we were boys again. He constantly tries to get me to go out and drink with him but like I said before, I really don’t have a taste for it. We got this apartment when we moved to Florida for college and we get along well despite his occasional battles with alcoholism. Even so, it’s never been this bad.Kevin loved the gym and he worked out every weekday evening at 5 and went jogging every morning at 6. He took his physical health very seriously which is why I never understood why he drank alcohol. He also managed to maintain above average grades for his track and field scholarship at UCF.

Kevin Dill

I lifted Kevin off the floor and even though he was rather heavy, got him to the bathtub and removed the wet clothes from his barely responsive body. I haven’t seen him naked since we took baths together as kids but when I saw his naked body I had to step back and admire the marvelous muscular masterpiece. My eyes wandered to his dick which wasn’t even hard yet his uncircumcised attachment was 7 inches long and fatter towards the base. I finally snapped back into reality left to get a glass of warm water and an empty bucket in case he vomited. I ran some warm water in the bathtub and thoroughly bathed him. I couldn’t believe I was cleaning a grown man, but I didn’t want him to go into hypothermia. Not only was he drunk, but he was also wet from the cold rain. He started to gain a reasonable level of consciousness.

“Derek? What are you doing?”

“You’re drunk and cold just relax and drink this.”

I gave him an aspirin and the glass of warm water and watched him take it.

“I’m naked”

“I know”

“Why?”

“You were wet and unconscious”

“You couldn’t let me sleep it off?”

“I’m sorry would you rather get a cold or die from dehydration and hypothermia?”

He sucked his teeth, “you didn’t have to remove my boxers.”

“Hey if it’s wet it comes off.”

“Get out,” he said covering his private area.

“Nope, you could pass out at any minute. Look, I already lifted your heavy ass in here, removed your clothes by myself then took my bare hands and wiped your dirty ass. In fact it was my hands that peeled back your foreskin and cleaned your penis. It’s a little too late for modesty.”

He was speechless so I said, “What’s that on the floor? Pick it up you’re making a mess.”

He looked down, “What? What are you talking about?”

“Your bottom lip, now get out the tub and come dry off”

“Ha Ha…very funny,” he sarcastically mumbled as he stumbled out the bathtub.

I was right there to catch him with a towel and prevent him from falling. I began to dry his body when he smartly remarked, “I can do it myself you know”

I removed my body support and he dropped to the ground barely breaking his fall with his forearms.

“I thought you had it.”

“Help me up”

“Help me up what?”

“Help me up please”

“Help me up please what?”

“D’, I’m not saying that”

“Ok,” I began to leave the room.

“Fine, Please help me up Supreme Overlord Towers”

“No problem.” I helped him up and noticed he had an erection.

“Friend of yours?” I teased.

“Shut up!”

I assisted him to his bedside and helped him slide on his boxers.

“I feel so embarrassed,” he admitted

“Why? It’s just us here, chill.”

“This is not fair. You’ve seen me naked now and I even got hard,” he slapped his face in embarrassment.

“We used to bathe together all the time, washing each other’s backs and laughing at each other’s nakedness. What’s the big deal?”

He couldn’t make eye contact and stayed quiet so after sucking my teeth, I slid off my boxers, threw them to the side and danced around in a circle wagging my dick from left to right.

“Woah!” He exclaimed.

“Now I don’t have on anything. Are you happy now?”

He laughed hysterically, “that’s not what I meant.”

“Go to bed.” I helped him lay down and covered him with a warm blanket.

I turned around to leave but to my surprise, he grabbed my hand, “Please, don’t leave me again.”

“Again? I never left you.”

He burst into tears, “yes you did. When I called you by that word and you got upset with me, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I never wanted to lose my best friend. Those were the hardest months of my life, I never even cried over a girl like that.”

Confused, all I could say was, “This must be the alcohol talking.” I turned to leave again.

“Please!” He shouted.

“Okay, okay, just don’t yell like that again. The neighbors are sleeping.”

“Sleep here tonight.”

“If that would make you feel better, fine, but don’t vomit on me please.” I went to the corner to get my boxers.

“You don’t need those.”

Once again, confused but internally contented. I happily obliged, turned off the light went on the other side of his queen sized bed, pulling the covers over my exposed body.

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

The sound of rain pattering on the window echoed in the room and I was falling asleep. Unexpectedly, I felt a warm gentle touch on my dick that slammed the emergency brake of the train to dreamland. My dick was being massaged by none other than my best friend. I silently protested in my head not wanting to disturb the amazing sensation I was feeling which caused me to leak pre-ejaculation fluid. My brain finally gained control and I managed to stop him.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Shh. Just let it happen.”

“Now you sound like a rapist. This has to be the alcohol affecting you. You are not in your right frame of mind.” I got up and as I was standing up to leave, he pulled my hand and I landed supine right on the side of him. He lay against me leaning on his side I could see the shadow of his head in front of me and I could feel he was staring at me. Lightning flashed and I saw the look in his eyes that paralyzed me for that moment. I felt the heat radiating from his head increasing in intensity as he slowly approached my face. I felt like Chris from Get Out in the hypnosis scene, helplessly watching this happen through the windows of my eyes. When the eternity passed and he connected with my lips, the curtains closed but I could sense the brightest flashes of lightning outside. I regained control and participated in the best kiss of my life. Opening our eyes and pulling apart met us with nature’s fireworks applauding our performance.

“Wow,” we chorused.

He grabbed my body and brought me into a passionate make out session, rubbing his well toned body against mine allowing me to once again feel it’s shape, this time against my own. He went down to the left side of my neck and started sucking on it while rubbing his hands all over my back down to my bare ass. I hate hickeys but the euphoria was too intense to stop. I felt electricity flowing through my body as he continued. He kissed his way down to my left nipple and I expressed a soft moan. It felt like there was a string directly attached to the pleasure nerves in my dickhead. He continued kissing down my abs until he got to my pubic hairs and he got up. My eyes opened reacting to the sudden pause. We breathed deeply and synchronized.

“I never did anything with a dude before,” he admitted

“I’m still a virgin,” I countered.

“I know.”

I felt my face blush with embarrassment only to be aroused with pleasure at the immediate moist warm sensation that came from the head of my dick. Did he really just put my dick in his mouth? I looked down and he continued down the nine and a half inch solid shaft managing to get half of it in his mouth. That was the most mind blowing feeling in my life.

“You sure you never did this before?”

He chuckled and continued up and down repetitively sending me to a new level of heaven. He paused again and I couldn’t handle any more suspense. I reversed our positions and did exactly as he did to me in the same sequence. I thought my reaction was intense but as I sucked his neck his hands went all over my body and their favorite place was my ass. I worked my way to his nipples and he let out the sexiest deep moan that I couldn’t compare to all my years of watching porn. It send jolts through my body causing me to be extra turned on. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to know what that dick tasted like. I skipped his abs and went straight to his pubic hairs which like mine were short lavishing in the musk they produced. I licked his dick from the base along the underside to the tip where I licked around the head tasting the pheromones produced. I experimented sticking my tongue in the entrance and he jumped.

“That was intense!” he smiled

I continued taking his head in my throat and he rewarded me with another deep moan. I continued my assault down the shaft attempting to go as far as I could. I made it as far as about 3 inches when ii felt my teeth hit his skin and I pulled back thinking about how much that hurt.

“Easy with the teeth baby”

Baby? If I wasn’t black I’m sure my face would be an apple right now. I tried again, this time opening my mouth as wide as I could and I made it down 5 inches of his eleven before I started to choke and retreat for air. He moaned again and that made me determined to get to the base. I went for it again this time holding my breath and swallowing as I went down fighting hard to resist the urge to cough. I think I made it as far as 9 inches that time but it was as far as I could possibly go. He let out another deep moan lasting longer than any of the predecessors.

“Damn baby no girl ever committed to going that far down.”

I was happy to satisfy him but after that I went up and down taking in only what I could manage, slobbering all over that sexy tool of his. After a few minutes, he pulled my head up and lead me in another intense kiss.

“I want to make love to you baby.” He stared intimately at me.

“How?”

“I want to fuck you.”

“You gotta let me fuck you too”

“No way I’m letting you anywhere near my ass with that thing.” He protested

“And I’m supposed to let you in mine?”

“Yeah but I love you and I want to prove it to you by taking your virginity.”

“I love you too and you can prove your love by letting me fuck you and take your virginity as well”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Your ass is.”

“You always did have a smart mouth. It’s one of your most attractive qualities.”

“Well, the ball is in your court”

“Ugh….Okay, just go easy on me please.”

“I could say the same.”

“Okay turn over.”

“Umm no. We need to do a couple things to prepare first”

“We? Things like what?”

“Yes we! Come on, I’ll show you”

I went in my bedroom and grabbed my fleet. It’s a good thing I got two new bottles just in case a miracle happened. Didn’t think I’d get to use them so soon. I researched online how to prepare a long time ago and even practiced a couple of times. I taught Kevin what to do and after a while we were ready. We returned to his bedroom and turned his desk lamp on dimly. The patter of the rain was the only sound for a brief moment.

“That felt wierd,” he complained.

“Well there’s one more step we have to take,” I handed him the tube of lube.

“Hold on no need to rush just yet, I want to taste that ass first,” He kissed me intently then moved both of my legs up and attacking my asshole like it was his last meal. I don’t know which was better, that blowjob or the other level he was sending me to while he ate me. I felt his tongue go places that I didn’t know anything could. All of a sudden, I had this epileptic episode I couldn’t control. I was so weak after he finally finished with me. He grabbed the lube and inserted a finger inside my hole to open me up. He worked his second finger in there. and was about to enter.

“You better go up to 4 fingers, that thing is huge”

The third finger hurt like pins and needles. and the fourth was even worse. I really thought I was bleeding. He waited until I was comfortable, somehow managing to remain hard during the entire exercise. I guess he was as horny as I was. He entered me in the missionary position and I felt a sudden sharp pain as he passed my sphincter that sent kilojoules of electricity through my body. I cried and wanted to stop but he held me down and comforted me,

“Relax baby, just relax.”

I took slow deep breaths until the pain eased and he did not move. He waited until I was comfortable before he continued penetrating me at a steady pace. He didn’t go all the way in but he started a slow rhythm with about three inches of his massive meat. He only went further when I was in agreement. I stopped the rhythm and pushed him on his back without severing our connection. Gently I lowered myself onto his rod taking inch by inch until to my surprise, I fit the whole thing in there. I was so proud I almost didn’t notice the euphoric look on Kevin’s face.

“Damn baby, you sexy as f***,” he complimented.

I began a steady rhythm on him and I could feel him hitting my spot every time. Our session went on for a while. We went in every position we could imagine possible until he had me on my belly leaning against the edge of the bed drilling me.

“Hold on baby, you’re going to make me come,” I warned.

“That’s the plan baby,” he smirked.

I realized what he was trying to do and used every will power I had to stop myself from coming and resist him, ending that part of our session.

“You think you’re slick. I’m f***ing your ass tonight.” I retaliated.

He had a look of disappointment on his face but he lie back, removed his condom and succumbed to my wishes. He lie on his back rolling his eyes and pulled his leg up to reveal the prettiest pink spot I’ve ever seen in my life (only one I saw in person but it didn’t compare to anything in porn). I had to treat something so precious with the utmost care. I gently licked it for a few minutes before I let my tongue explore every delicious crevice of his ass it could reach. I imagine his ass would taste like ass but his was surprisingly sweet. I stuck my tongue inside and was shocked when I heard a deep moan escape his lips. I guess he was enjoying this as much as I was. I continued until I tasted something extra sweet and when I looked at it, it was a white fluid. I think he came from his ass. Damn I made him cream from eating him. I couldn’t believe it. His ass was moister than my tongue and I tasted as much as I could before grabbing the bottle of lube. I didn’t think I’d need it but I did not want to hurt him nor did I want him to chicken out. I inserted 2 of my fingers and they went in without a struggle. I had to fight with the third and fourth because his ass had a constant death grip on them. I positioned myself for entry and took it slow with him, exercising as much care as he did me. Like myself, he seemed to experience discomfort with the infiltration of the head. So I repeated the process and let him get used to it. After a while, he told me to go ahead. I started a slow rhythm  and carefully eased inch by inch into him until i was working 5 inches inside him. Without warning, he reversed the situation and put himself on top like I did. He started riding me. I was speechless but it felt so good when he slammed all the way down onto my dick taking all of it. He looked so sexy, I watched as his pecks vibrated and his ass jiggled moving up and down on me. He was so sexy I wanted to cry at the beauty I was beholding. His mouth was wide open and his eyes closed with his head tilted back moaning. He was enjoying this as much as I was. Once again we had another session with multiple positions until I was backshotting him. He creamed on my dick again throughout the experience. It felt so good, I knew I would climax soon.  He tried to run but I managed to pull him back every time. He said it was too intense and he couldn’t take much more, begging me to cum.

“What’s my name?”

“Derek”

“Wrong!” I violently pounded him.

“What’s my name?”

“I don’t know.” He cried.

“Yea you do,” I pounded harder, “what’s my name?”

“Supreme (moan) Overlord (moan) Towers,” he cried out in pleasure. With those words, 2 weeks of tension building erupted into the condom flooding it with life fluid. I came for a minute straight. I didn’t even know that was possible. The condom had the most cum I’ve ever seen in my life inside and I have know idea how all that fit in there. I looked down to see that Kevin came too. His sheets were soaked in his liquid release. There was so much I was sure he produced more than I did. We struggled to catch our breaths for bout five minutes. It was still raining and we took a shower together and had another make out session. We dried off and went to my room in our birthday suits. He spooned me and we had a long intense discussion even though it was now 3 in the morning.

“I wanted to do that for a long time,” he admitted.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I was afraid.”

“Of what? I’m your best friend.”

“I don’t know. I panicked that day you told me and the reason I freaked out is because I didn’t know how to react. I developed feelings for you and didn’t know how to express myself.”

“All these years and you wait until now to tell me. So what now?”

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Disclaimer: Persons in the images used are not necessarily as the story describes do not reflect their character or sexuality. They are a mere depiction of each character’s features. However if there is a problem, please write me and they will be replaced by similar entities

© I. Black 2017

[TRANS] non-no Magazine 2017 Aug Issue - BTS V

4 QS WITH BTS

Q1: What’s your hobby or something you’re into recently, how do you spend your holiday?

A1: Classical, jazz, opera, R&B, hip hop, EDM…… I listen to all kinds of music. Right now I’m into Hisaishi Joe’s ‘Summer’. Dadadadadan da-dan ♪ (starts singing) I want to watch his piano performance in person one day.

Q2: Tell us your fashion style or preference!

A2: My favorite item is shirts. I have several shirts from the simple ones to shirts with unique prints. I also like the boston bag I bought in New Year earlier this year. I’m using it with loving care!

Q3: Favorite perfume?

A3: Lots of times I choose refreshing or relaxing fragrance. I choose which one to use based on my outfits or mood.

Q4: Favorite work among Japanese movies, dramas, mangas?

A4: I recently finished watching the ‘Nigeru wa Haji da ga Yaku ni Tatsu’ drama! I like the scene where the female protagonist and her contract marriage partner hug every Monday. I feel like I saw that male actor somewhere so I looked him up, and turns out he’s Hoshino Gen, whose music I usually listen to! By the way among Hoshino Gen’s songs, I like ‘Nichijo’ the most. I’m practicing ‘koi dance’ too!

THIS IS HIM

[Gogh]

Vincent Van Gogh is my favorite artist. I saw his work ‘Starry Night’ for the first time in January and was utterly moved. After that I went to the art museums in New York and Chicago to see his works, I have his painting hung in my room too.

[Gozaru]

I learn Japanese by using the memo app on my phone to make vocabulary list or watching Japanese movies and animes. Recently I often use ‘~de gozaru’. It’s because of the character Momonosuke from ‘One Piece’.

[Snow]

I don’t know if it’s because I was born in winter, but the word ‘snow’ is meaningful to me. I like snow scenery too. One of my hobbies is taking photos, so last year when I traveled to Sapporo, I had a great time and took a lot of photos of snow scenery there.

THIS IS HIM: V is…

from RAP MONSTER

“Good-looking face and skilled at performing. Furthermore, his passion for making good music is twice as strong as others. I think he doesn’t show it that much, but I hope many people would know he has that (passion for making music) inside.”

from JUNGKOOK

“We fight sometimes but he’s like a friend who often fools around with me. Last time we promised to go to Jeju Island together but eventually couldn’t due to my personal matter… We’re close so we’ll plan again some time soon (laughs)!”

JPN - KRN © V Gallery 뷔갤러리
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Twisted in Love (DT) Part 1

Summary: Y/N is an up and coming YouTuber. Grayson falls in love with her, and wants her to be his. Little did he know that his twin brother Ethan had the same idea. Who will win her heart? Who’s heart will get broken? 

Word Count: 2,946

Warnings: None.

A/N: Hey guys! So @sniperdolan & I are honestly pretty excited about this collab! We started talking about it, & ideas just started rolling in! We hope you guys enjoy it, and feel free to give us feedback! Let us know what you guys think! Love you!! 

** tweets are in italic ** 


Grayson’s POV

Ethan and I were chilling at the warehouse, we finally got a little down time from filming all our videos for the week. I was laying in the foam pit, watching YouTube videos on my phone, while Ethan was sitting on the couch, eating popcorn, and checking his Twitter.  

“Yo Gray! Do you know who Y/N Y/L/N is” Ethan asked, with a mouth full of popcorn.

“Uh, no. Why? Who’s that?” I asked, as I was climbing out of the foam pit.

“I don’t know. But the fans keep tagging us in video, and she’s all over my timeline.” he said, scrolling away on his phone.

“I think she’s a YouTuber or something.” he says shoving some more popcorn into his mouth.

I closed out of the video I was watching on YouTube, and typed her name in the search bar. Ethan’s right, she is a YouTuber. She had 187,000 subscribers, and from scrolling through her channel it looks like she does make up tutorials, DIYS, challenge videos, she even vlogs. 

“Yo E, I found her channel.” I said, sitting down next to him on the couch.  

I clicked on her most recent video which was posted earlier today. It was a Q&A.

“Dude, she’s hot!” Ethan said, making me roll my eyes at him. He wasn’t wrong though. She was beautiful. Her brown hair complimented her soft brown eyes, and her smile was so captivating. She was 18, so she was our age.  

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“Who is your favorite YouTuber at the moment?” Y/N read the question, than looked back at the camera.

“Well you guys know I’m obsessed with like almost every beauty channel, but I think my overall favorite channel would be The Dolan Twins.” she said, and I paused the video to look at Ethan.

“Who are those guys?” 

“They sound like a couple of losers!” Ethan, and I said breaking out into a fit of laughter. I unpaused the video not expecting to hear what I heard next.

“Their pretty hilarious! And Grayson Dolan kind of sorta happens to be my “celebrity” crush.” she said hiding her face in her hands. 

Wait what? Did she just say I was her celebrity crush? Even though I don’t consider myself a celebrity. I didn’t realize how hard I was smiling until Ethan said something.

“You’re smiling way to hard, it’s kind of creepy.” he said, making a disgusted face.

“Shut up. You’re just mad that I’m the better twin.” I said, flipping him over the back of the couch, and running away before he could do anything to me.

I was on my phone checking my Twitter, and following some fans, when I got a notification that Ethan had mentioned me in a tweet.  

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@EthanDolan: May or may not have just stalked @Y/T/N YouTube channel with @GraysonDolan. We watched literally every single video. He couldn’t stop drooling.

I retweeted his tweet, and started to type up my own.  

@GraysonDolan: @EthanDolan is just mad he’s not your “celebrity” crush. Btw, I don’t think I’m a “celebrity” but I’m flattered! Also @Y/T/N channel is dope af! Go subscribe!  

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Reader’s POV

I was in my room sitting on my computer chair, editing one of my videos when my phone notifications kept going off like crazy. I’m pretty sure my phone was going to explode at any moment. I checked my phone, and saw that I had over 100 Twitter notifications.  

“What the hell?” I said to myself, opening up my Twitter app.

I noticed that I had gained a lot of new followers, and people were also posting and retweeting my new video. I smiled at the thought of how sweet they are. It’s still crazy to think that people actually like my videos. I mean yeah there were a few mean comments, and haters her and there, but the good ones always out weigh the bad! I replied to, and retweeted a few people, and even followed some of them back. I kept scrolling through my mentions to see all the sweet things people were saying. Then something caught my eye, and I’m pretty sure I had a heart attack.

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@EthanDolan follows you.

@GraysonDolan follows you.

@EthanDolan: May or may not have just stalked @Y/T/N YouTube channel with @GraysonDolan. We watched literally every single video. He couldn’t stop drooling.

@GraysonDolan: @EthanDolan is just mad he’s not your “celebrity” crush. Btw, I don’t think I’m a “celebrity” but I’m flattered! Also @Y/T/N channel is dope af! Go subscribe!

@GraysonDolan liked 2 of your tweets.

@GraysonDolan retweeted you.  

@EthanDolan liked 1 of your tweets.

@EthanDolan retweeted you.

@EthanDolan retweeted you.

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“Oh My God!” I shouted out loud. The Dolan Twins followed me on Twitter, and they watched my video. What the actual fuck is happening? Before I could even process anything, my phone vibrated in my hand. I had just recieved a message from Twitter. Not checking to see who it was from, I opened the app back, and went straight to my messages. 

Grayson Dolan sent a message 

Grayson Dolan: Hey cutie. 

I starred at my phone confused, reading the same message over and over again. 

Grayson Fucking Dolan just dmed me. This can’t actually be happening. I was having the biggest fangirl moment ever. I pinched myself just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, and I wasn’t. This is actually happening. Why is this happening? How did they even find my YouTube channel? I was asking myself all kinds of question, when it suddenly hit me. He watched my video. I told the whole world that Grayson Dolan was my celebrity crush, and he saw it. 

“Good job Y/N!” I said to myself, still staring at my phone screen. I wanted to reply but for some reason I had no clue what to say. Maybe I shouldn’t respond, maybe I should wait till tomorrow or something. I was making a bigger deal of the situation than it was. I mean not everyday a YouTuber who also happens to be your celebrity crush dms you. I finally got myself together, and replied. 

Y/N Y/L/N: Hey. 

I closed out of Twitter, and threw my phone on my bed, and got back to the computer to finish editing. As soon as I sat down, I heard a ding, letting me know that it was a Twitter message. Assuming that it could’ve been Grayson, I got up from my chair pretty quickly. I grabbed my phone, and sat back down in my chair. I opened the app back up, but instead of it being a message from Grayson, it was from Ethan. 

Ethan Dolan sent a message. 

Ethan Dolan: What’s up!

I was in complete shock. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. I began to type up a quick reply, not thinking to much about it this time. 

Y/N Y/L/N: Hey, what’s up! 

* * * *

It has been about 2 weeks since the boys followed, and messaged me on Twitter. The conversations have been none stop between us. We’ve even exchange numbers, and we all started a streak on Snapchat. It was pretty obvious that Grayson and I liked each other. We were always flirting. Whether it was using emojis when we tweeted each other, or sending cute random texts. Ethan was pretty great too. Whenever I couldn’t fall asleep, he’d stay on Facetime with me until I did. He’s pretty much become like my best friend. It just seemed a little odd when he told me to not bring up the fact that he messaged me on Twitter to Grayson. I mean Grayson obviously knew we have each other’s number and we talk, so why can’t he know if Ethan dmed me. I mean not like that’s something I would randomly bring up, but it was just a little weird to me.

 A few days ago, Grayson asked me if I wanted to film a collab video with them. I was hesitant at first, because I didn’t want people to think that I was using them to become “big” on YouTube. After a lot of convincing from Grayson & Ethan, I gave in. I was currently at the store getting some things for the video. We were filming a Cooking With The Dolan Twins Part 2 featuring myself for their channel. The thought of them cooking in my house scares me. Something is gonna end up burning, I just know it. I made sure to get everything that I needed, before heading back to my apartment to get ready. 

I finished setting up the cameras, and my phone went off signaling me that it was a text message. It was from Ethan.

Ethan: Hey, so I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight? After we film the video.  

Ethan: It doesn’t have to be like a date if you don’t want it to be.  

Ethan: It can just be the 2 of us casually going to get pizza or something.

Y/N: I mean who could turn down some pizza? What time?

Ethan: The video won’t take that long to film. So how about 9:00?

Y/N: Sounds good!

Ethan: Oh! We’re here btw!

Putting my phone down on the counter, I went to go out the front door. I opened the door, to see Grayson with his hands formed into a fist, getting ready to knock on the door.  

“How’d you know we were here?” he asked, giving me a hug before stepping inside.

“Et-” I was trying to respond, but Ethan cut me off.

“Everything’s already setup?” he said walking past me, and into the kitchen.

“Yup, we’re good to go!” I said shrugging whatever just happened off, handing the guys aporns.

* * * *

“Hey guys, we’re back!” the boys yelled in unison at the camera. I was standing on the side waiting for them to introduce me into the video.

We had already started filming, Ethan was going over the instructions for the cake. Grayson kept sprinkling flour at me, every few seconds like a child. I would try not to laugh so that Ethan can get through with the instructions but I couldn’t help it. I let out a small laugh, as Grayson tried to sprinkle the flour on me pretending he was Salt Bae. Causing Ethan to turn around giving us an annoyed look.

“Guys! C'mon!” he said before turning back at the camera.

Grayson mocked him like a 2 year old child when he turned around so he couldn’t see. Grayson leaded his head on my shoulder, and I couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was. Next thing I know, with a quickness Grayson had wiped cake frosting on my entire face with his hand. Reacting face I grabbed the bag of flour and threw it on him.

Seriously guys stop!“ Ethan said, turning around only to get flour thrown on him too.

* * * *

We finished filming the video, and I was completely from head to toe in flour, eggs, pizza sauce, everything! The three of us looked like an actual human pizza. We couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous we each looked.

Grayson and I were flirting the whole time, and you can tell Ethan was getting a little annoyed at how childish we were being.

The guys helped me clean up the kitchen, and put away all the filming equipment before they left. Remembering that I was going to get some pizza with Ethan tonight, I needed to go take a shower and wash all this stuff off. Hopefully he won’t be in such an annoyed mood later when we meet up.

* * * *

Grayson’s POV

“Yo E, where are you going?” I asked Ethan. He was standing in front of this bathroom mirror getting dressed.

“I’m just gonna go get some food.” he responded back from the bathroom.

“I wanna go!” I said, laying down on the sofa in the living room, scrolling through my Instagram. I seen that Y/N had just posted a picture so I liked it. I wonder where she was going. She was wearing ripped black skinny jeans, with 1975 band tee that was cut into a crop top. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off all the perfect features of her face.

“There’s no point in you going. I’m brining back food.” Ethan said walking into the living room.

He was acting a little weird, but I just shooked it off not thinking to much or anything by it. I walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I heard a text notification go off, from the counter next to me. I took a quick glance at the screen, and saw Y/N name on across the lock screen. Why is Y/N texting Ethan I thought to myself. I mean I know I gave them each other’s number when we were leaving her house, but Y/N hasn’t texted me since we left,but she’s texting Ethan.

Ethan was in the bathroom doing his hair, so he wasn’t going to come out for a while. I know it’s kind of messed up what I’m doing, but something just wasn’t sitting right with me so I wanted to find out. It wasn’t hard to unlocked his phone, since we both knew each other’s passcode. I went to his messages, and clicked on Y/N name.

Y/N: Are you ready yet?

Ready? Ready for what? Where are they going? Confused about what Y/N was talking about, I scrolled up a little more. I kept scrolling, and saw that Ethan had asked Y/N to go out tonight. I guess that’s why he was getting ready. But wait he texted her this around 12 this afternoon, but I didn’t give Ethan Y/N’s number until a few hours ago. I kept scrolling through the messages between them, and there were so many. Then I realized they’ve been texting each other for 2 weeks. I closed out of his text messages, opened up his Twitter, and went to his dms. I found Y/N’s name, and opened up the dms between them. He dmed her the same day I did. But why? If he knew she had a crush on me, and I even told him I was going to try to talk to her, why would he still even do that. And then lie this whole time, as if he never talked to her. I mean it’s clear that he likes her, now it makes sense why he got so annoyed and weird earlier. But does she like him? I mean she never acted like she did, she never really flirted with him or anything. She’s always saying how Ethan is like her best friend. I heard the bathroom door close, the closed out of Twitter, locked his phone, and put it back on the counter before hopping back onto the sofa pretending like I was laying there watching tv the whole time.

“I’ll be back bro.” Ethan said, grabbing his phone off the counter, and heading out the door.

As much as I wanted to saying something about it, I wasn’t going to. I figured I’d just act completely clueless about the situation, and see how long he can keep lying to me about this. I still can’t believe it, this is probably the first time ever that Ethan has lied to me. 

I sat on the sofa on Snapchat, when I saw that Y/N posted something on her story. She was standing in front of a fountain, doing the classic peace sign and duck face pose. I’m guessing Ethan took this picture for her, since they were together right now. Not sure why but the thought of them together kind of bugged me. I mean Ethan was always the one with the girlfriend, while I was the one single. So for once you’d think he’d just let me have the girl, and not try to like the same girl I do! But then again, what if it’s not like that. What if their just best friends? I saw that Y/N added another snap to her story so I watched it. It was a picture of Ethan biting a slice of pizza with the caption ‘Good Pizza With Great People”. Looking at the picture I knew exactly where they were at. I decided to send Y/N a winky face emoji. I got off the sofa, and went to my room to change. I pulled my snapback on my head, and grabbed my keys on the hook, and headed out the apartment door. 

Cellophane Wrap || Peter Parker

Not gonna lie, this was inspired by “Harry’s payback video” where he played the cellophane wrap prank on Tom.

OH! And before I forget to mention, I’m now taking requests (only for peter parker, he’s the character I’m most comfortable with writing for!) if any of you readers are interested. I’m keeping the anon asks on if you readers would like to request anonymously (however if I get any amount of hate or just trolls in general, I might turn it off ;; we’ll see.) But yeah, I don’t have a set schedule of posting, I just post whenever I feel the need to write, and I don’t mind taking requests.

I’ve got some new Peter stories planned, but I’m willing to write any requests that you have and don’t mind saving my own personal stories for later ♡

don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine!

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You were bored out of your mind, casually scrolling through your phone as you waited for your boyfriend, Peter, to finish with his shower.

Wondering if there were any new videos for you to watch, you open your YouTube app and search through the numerous videos. You continue scrolling down before stopping at a particular video that had been trending.

The video was simply titled //CELLOPHANE//, and you decided to click on the thirty second video to see what it was all about.

With a hand placed beneath your chin, you watch the video, hearing a woman giggling as she kept her camera poised against an open door.

After waiting a few seconds, you hear her gasp before shouting, “OH MY GOD! HONEY COME HERE QUICK THERE’S A HUGE COCKROACH IN HERE! IT’S SO GROSS! I’M AFRAID TO TOUCH IT!“

“What?! Hang on babe, I got you!”

From your phone’s screen, you hear rapid footsteps quickly approaching and immediately knew what was about to happen.

When he appeared, the man ran straight into the clear cellophane wrap, the impact causing him to grunt in pain before he fell to the ground. The video ends with the woman laughing, taking a quick close up of her boyfriend before ending the video.

When the clip ended, you were a giggling mess. You had a difficult time trying to control your breathing when a rather mischievous idea filled your mind.

Practically sprinting into the kitchen, you find the roll of cellophane wrap and some clear tape, quickly bringing them into Peter’s room. Smoothing out the wrap to the best of your abilities, you cut a rather long stretch of wrap and place some tape on one end. Once you taped that end of the wrap to the door, you worked on stretching it out so that the wrap could touch the other end of the door. When the wrap was perfectly stretched, you sealed the other end with some more tape.

Now, all you had to do was make Peter come rushing in, and you knew the perfect way to do it.

When you hear the showers suddenly turn off, you wait a full minute before shouting, “OH GOD PETER THERE’S A SPIDER IN HERE!”

“WHAT?! [Name], please don’t hurt it! Spiders mean a lot to me-!!” You hear Peter’s panicked reply.

With a smirk, you continue to scream, “I DON’T CARE PETER! IT’S SO BIG AND UGH, IT MIGHT BE A BLACK WIDOW! That’s it I’m killing it with your calculus textbook!”

“No! BABE, I’M COMING, I’LL TAKE IT AWAY FROM YOU!”

You hear Peter’s footsteps, and when he attempted to run into the room, his face was immediately met with the clear wrap. His features were momentarily warped before he landed on the ground, taking the cellophane wrap with him.

“Oh my god, P-Peter, I’m so sorry b-but that was so f-funny! Hahaha!” Your laughter echoes throughout the room, and you were laughing so much that your stomach was practically clenching in pain.

He groans and covers his face. Looking at him clearly now, you realize that he wore nothing but his boxers as he practically writhed on the floor in exaggerated agony. Grunting, he tears the wrap away from his face before hoarsely muttering, “That’s it, I’m breaking up with you.”

You feign a sad pout and kneel down next to him, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, “I’m sorry. How about later I make it up to you with some cuddles and a whole night marathoning all of your favorite movies with popcorn and all?”

He looks at you with narrowed eyes, “Can we make out?”

You roll your eyes and nod, “Fine.”

Suddenly, you hear Peter’s cellphone ringing from his desk. Ignoring your boyfriend’s whining (“Seriously [Name], I’m hurt so badly right now! I’ll need at least a thousand kisses in order to heal!”) you pick up the phone, “Hello~ Parker residence!”

“[Name], where’s the Spiderling? Did something happen to him?” You recognize Mr. Stark’s voice and look down at where Peter was laying before shaking your head.

Trying to make yourself sound absolutely miserable, you let out a fake sniff and tell him, “Mr. Stark, I-I’m sorry it’s hard to talk- it’s just… I can’t believe Peter Parker died. He’s the only love of my life, and I know that now that he’s gone, I will never love again.”

“WHAT?! Babe, quit telling Mr. Stark that I died!”

The older man hears Peter in the background and begins to chuckle knowingly on the other end, “Is that so? Then how come I can still hear him?”

“Oh but believe me, I can sometimes hear him, too.”

“Give me that!” Peter was suddenly behind you, wrapping his arm around your abdomen before taking his phone away from you and answering, “Hello, Mr. Stark? Yeah, I’m fine.”

He holds on to his phone with his shoulder, freeing his hands before tightening his hold on you as he began to kiss at the junction between your neck and shoulder, earning several giggles from you when he left a few bites here and there, “Your punishment for pranking me.”

You hear Mr. Stark complain on the other end, forcing you to tell Peter to behave and that you would accept his punishment later. With an amused spark in his eyes, Peter lets go of you and continues his conversation, “Yeah, I heard you. You have my full attention now.”

With a sigh, you head toward Peter’s bed and lay down, continuing to stare at your boyfriend with loving eyes.

It must be true love if he didn’t get mad at me for pranking him. He still loves me, and I’m so lucky to have him.

[end]

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On my way from work I ran into a busker, which isn’t an uncommon sight in my town. The town is a magnet for these types of artistic vagrants for reasons that are a mystery for me, but this guy was notably talented. He was a very large, very round man who played the accordion like an absolute pro, and though the accordion is far from a favorite instrument of mine - it doesn’t even rank in the top 50 - I had to pay him for his efforts. He had no hat, box, bucket or other object in which to drop my money, so I attempted to pay him directly and he held out his hand to stop me. He opened a slit on the side of his accordion revealing USB slots and told me to connect my phone to his accordion.

When I did, my phone automatically downloaded an app that was like Uber for buskers. It had listed the entire history of this particular busker, from even before it was possible for the app to exist, with recordings off all his performances and the ability to rate him on a scale of 1 to 5. Since I was impressed by his performance, and perhaps just a bit in awe of being introduced to this new app, I rated him 5 stars and he seemed quite pleased. I thanked and complimented him before continuing on my way, and that’s when I noticed that every busker on the street had been making use of this app. It seemed that many people weren’t even paying attention these buskers, but a group of dark suited men would patronize each, plugging their phones into multiple USB ports on the instruments and rating each busker before moving in a group in order to rate the next busker.

That night I had horrible nightmares. They were abstract and seemed to morph at random. The images in them were vivid and visceral, yet I couldn’t describe them to you now as their coherence hinged on dream logic. However, one dream managed to form itself into something of a intelligible moment. I was in the class of my home room teacher from elementary school. I was there to make up for tests that I had failed as a child. My teacher was there, sitting behind her desk, though she was obscured by shadows and all I could make out were her eyes behind her glasses. They were moist and shined faintly in obscure light. When she blinked, they became like fleshy holes and I could see to the back of her brain, where things, like spiders or living threads, were wiggling and moving around at extreme speeds. Each time she blinked, she would grow larger and my desk smaller. I was anxious because I knew my growing teacher’s eyes would eventually envelope the room before I could finish my tests, which were simple, but made difficult to complete because of the increasingly tiny size of my desk.

It eventually came to be that I was inside of my teacher’s mind and everything was pink and red. Those spider-like threads would run up my arms and my desk and pencil were lost, though I still gripped my tests in hand. I woke up itchy and in a cold sweat. I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. I turned on my laptop and found that the internet was out, at least temporarily, so there was nothing I could do to hold me over until morning. I just lied in bed waiting for daylight. After some hours of staring at my ceiling from my bed, I became hungry and decided to head down to the kitchen in order to make a snack.

There was nothing but bread and butter, and all the butter knives were dirty, so I just ate plain white bread. Sitting at my kitchen table and staring out in the dark of the night through the window, I could see that the group of dark suited men were still rating buskers, the same buskers from earlier, who performed the same routines without fail.

I am known as quite the Productive type, so here are some of my tips just for you guys! 

Tip 1: plan ahead 
If you have a planner that is not time managed… Get one that is time managed. Right now I use my bullet journal in an altered way, when I want to spend a day properly getting THINGS DONE. Make sure you know how long you will need for a certain task and be specific in what that task is. 5 pages. A chapter. A certain subject. Now plan it into your time table, and take the time spaciously. Will it take 15 minutes? Plan 20. You will feel more rested and accomplished! ( also don’t forget breaks ) 

Tip 2: sleep.
What? Sleep? Why sleep? Studyblr’s don’t sleep? Let me tell you. If a studyblr is advertising not taking care of your body because that’s hardcore? They are not doing it right. Sleep is essential. Make sure you have 8 hours of sleep, so you have enough energy for the day and start the day EARLY.   

Tip 3: Don’t take hours getting ready 
2 hours to get ready in the morning? You can use that time better. Go from bed straight to the shower so you will be fresh, get yourself some breakfast, chill for a bit and then 10 minutes before you planned to start studying, go grab your stuff and Do the job. 

Tip 4: minimize your distractions 
Don’t put things on your desk that you won’t be using. It’s distraction and you don’t want that. Music with lyrics is a big no go for me. Spotify does some GREAT playlist just for this and also coffitivity.com (available in the appstore too) is a savior. Listen to that with headphones on and you immediately get into that productive state. 

Tip 5: keep track of time 
I have used Pomodoro and those types of apps but they didn’t do the job for me. What I like to do is put the stopwatch of my Iphone next to me and every time I finish a “task” I start a new round. When I go for a break, I stop the stop watch, and in that way at the end of the day, I will see how many hours of real productivity I had and what I can do better next time. 

Tip 6: Social media does not exist
No, not even tumblr while searching the studyblr tag and aspecially not during small breaks. There are apps that won’t let you have access to social media your laptop or phone, but I just use my second iphone with no apps on there so twitter, tumblr, Facebook, non of it is available at the tap and luckily I am not that desperate to go on web to those sites haha! 


And those are the Productivity tips I got for you as if now, Any questions or suggestions? Feel free to fill up my ask box!

Hello! How have you been?

It’s been a while since I uploaded something of my own, change job and it’s always difficult to find a new one, but well, everything can be done if you try!

I’m very happy, I made an “AU Role Inverse”, I don’ t know why but I love this AU ❤ there is something that simply excites me a lot, it is refreshing and fun!!😎

I was hoping to give you more details but I had problems with the App that I use to draw, if anyone knows an app phone, don’t hesitate to tell me, at the moment I use Sketchbook 😉

Anyway, I love them! Wildehopps❤💖 forever!

31 Days - Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Epilogue

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You come to Korea to visit your family after you graduate from college. Soon, you find yourself falling for a guy you meet online. There’s only one problem—you’re only in the country for thirty-one days.

You weren’t sure what you expected when you landed in South Korea. You’d been here once, years ago, when you were young. You didn’t remember much, other than the fact that you went over the summer and that it was really hot and that you hated kimchi.

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Back Off

This is like my first time writing RPF so bear with me (also not the best summary so sorry)

Summary- Y/n plays Jensen’s younger love interest on the show, and gets some crap about it. Not Jensen x reader

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

Let me know if you want to be tagged in anything 

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If only when Y/n signed on to play Layla she knew she would end up being the on-screen love interest of a 39-year-old man. At 20, her first onscreen romance and love scenes had been intimidating enough, but to have to do then with a man 19 years her senior was even worse. Not to mention a married man. Of course, Jensen was super kind about it and a total gentleman, but still it wasn’t what she pictured when she signed on to Supernatural.

Y/n was sitting in the greenroom at the con, waiting for her panel with J2. She was scrolling through twitter looking at all the posts from the weekend so far when one hashtag caught her eye, #y/nthehomewreaker.

Y/n gulped, what the hell was this? She clicked on the hashtag to see a bunch of posts posting about it. She scrolled through the tweets reading them as she went:


Look at the pictures of J and Y/n in Dallas today, seems a lot closer than friends. #y/nthehomewreaker

Oh yeah, they’re totally sleeping together #y/nthehomewreaker.

Poor Danneel, those poor kids. I can’t believe Y/n would destroy a family like this #y/nthehomewreaker


To say the fan feedback had always been kind would be a stretch. She’d received a lot of hate since the start of Layla and Dean’s relationship, but this was the first time they were actually accusing her of ruining Jensen’s marriage.  

Someone yelled ten minutes until the panel and Y/n started freaking out. She couldn’t believe this. How could they even think that? She would never. They called five minutes and she was panicking.

What was she supposed to do? Would Danneel see it? More importantly would she believe it? Y/n hadn’t been on the show all that long, but since she joined she been becoming friends with Danneel and Gen. She didn’t want Danneel to believe that she would actually do this to her.

Y/n bit her lip. She pulled her phone back out and decided to text Danneel. Y/n typed a message and hit send, Hey, I don’t know if you’ve been on twitter, but some fans are saying some stuff about Jensen and me. I’m about to go on stage, but I just wanted to tell you before I do that none of it is true. Y’all are great friends and nothing more. I would never do that, especially not to you and the kids. I can call you after my panel if you want. I just wanted to tell you myself it’s completely untrue.


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All I Wanted; C.H. 24

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10**, part 11*, part 12*, part 13, part 14, part 15**, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23

Harry offered to come inside with me – but I reluctantly declined. I knew what would have happened if he had come inside, and I would’ve regretted it first thing in the morning. We did spend more than an hour in the car, talking about what I’ve gotten myself into, about Calum, about Meredith. It has become quite clear what was next on my to-do list. Talk with Meredith.

It was something I had been avoiding ever since this had started, so I wasn’t too keen on doing it right now either. The morning after left even a worse aftertaste and I didn’t think it were possible. I had spent the entire night mauling over everything Calum had ever said or done leading up to this moment. Searching for an indication somewhere that I had misread any signal Calum had sent me, anything that could imply that it was all in my head and I thought that he was interested in me like that, but came up empty-handed.

When I decided it was time to be part of reality again, and I checked my phone, messages of Harry, Luke and Calum had littered my lock screen. I decide to thank Harry and apologize for not answering his ‘I’m home’ message. After everything he has done for me in such a short period, which mainly means listening to me whine, drive me home and be there when I’m a sobbing mess, even if we were only mere friends with benefits when this special friendship begun, I owed him a lot.

I make a mental note of thinking of a way to thank him properly, rather than a lame-ass text at noon. Next up is Luke, and I think after my rather panic text messages I do owe him some sort of explanation. My eyes skim over the three messages I had received within the course of half an hour, sent at nine A.M.

As soon as my pointer finger presses send, and I drop myself back down on my soft pillow, contemplating even glancing at Calum’s text messages, my phone loudly rings through the otherwise empty bedroom. I groan, rolling onto my side again to see who it is needed me. Luke

“Yeah?”
“You are fucking with me; please tell me you’re fucking with me?” Luke almost growls into the receiver and I let a short, boisterous chuckle slip past my lips as I snuggle back underneath my warm, thick duvet. “I wish I could tell you I’m just mind fucking you, but I think Calum was doing that all along.” My laughter dies out. I’m staring at the ceiling. I don’t know what it is I’m feeling – yesterday I was angry, sad and depressed all the same. But today, it sort of feels as if I felt nothing.

“Are you… Well, are you okay?” Luke mumbles and I can just picture him rubbing his hand over his face in utter desperation. That’s where I was last night too, buddy.

“I think I am. At least I will be. Who is Dennis anyway?” I just couldn’t grasp the fact that after all these years walking in and out of de Hood residence, never once in my life had I heard about this Dennis character. “Dennis? Was that the guy Calum picked up?”

I hum in response, picking up the nervous habit of chewing my fingernails once more as I wait for Luke to clarify this mess for me. “I haven’t heard from him in years. He’s a bit of a weirdo, to be honest. Was into drugs and what not before he met his girlfriend. Then he sort of disappeared.”

“So he resurfaced because his girlfriend left him? And Calum just jumps to his help although he hadn’t heard from him in years?” I scoff. I scramble out of my bed as I wait for Luke’s response, throwing a nearby sweat shirt over my head.

“You know how Calum is. He just wants to be there for… Well, apparently anybody.” Luke sighs loudly and I just know he’ll give Calum hell for what he has done last night, even if Luke and Calum had been mates practically since birth and I had just waltzed in mere months ago. “Apparently so.”
“I’ll talk to him.”

“Do whatever floats your boat. Right now there’s nothing he can do to make this up to me. You can try and convince me that it was just Calum being a great friend – but he could’ve fucking told me. I have never felt more humiliated in my life. And yes, before you even try to say anything – I was privileged.” I laugh, shaking my head as I try to see at least a bit of the light at the end of the tunnel. I feel like such a whiny bastard lately.

“You’re something, Y/n. If you need a chat, ring me up.” With another thank you directed towards Luke, we end or rather revealing phone call. I open my message app and start up a new chat.
Hi, wanna go for a drink?

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“It sounded like you were breaking up with me or something.” Meredith chuckles as she sees me approaching the table she had picked out. A laugh slips past my lips as I bend down to press them against Meredith’s cheek.

“You’re too dramatic. I just missed my best friend, that’s all. But I do have something to tell you.” I drop down in front of her, starting to undress as I fling my scarf on a nearby chair.
“And you’re saying I’m dramatic? The only thing missing is thunder in the distance and some ominous melody playing.” Meredith chuckles as she waves one of the waiters over for my order.

“So tell me. What’s up?” Meredith starts as a cup of coffee is placed in front of me and I sigh out. I’ve decided to start with the less obvious news. “Harry and I are speaking again.”
Meredith’s eyebrows shoot sky high as she tries to suppress her smirk. Meredith, when Harry and I were seeing each other, had tried to do everything and anything to get us together romantically. Harry and I, on the other hand, had agreed in the beginning of it all that when one of us wanted this to become more, we’d quit whatever we were doing. I am certain neither of us where in it for the cuddles afterwards.

“Don’t even go there, Mer. It’s different.” I roll my eyes as I take a sip of my cup, my eyes following an old lady a she passes us by before refocusing back on my friend in front of me. “Ah, that’s what they all say.”

I open up to her and told her about our kiss, about that he was interested in picking up where we left off, and me not knowing what to do. I wanted her opinion, her advice. That would’ve been a lot easier if I could just tell her ’oh, but I’ve been shagging your brother as well and he fucked up a date and now I’m avoiding him like the pest.’. Since I can’t, I’ll have to deal with her advice to a partial story. Who knows, maybe it’ll help anyhow.

“And… What’s stopping you?” Yeah, I didn’t think this through, did I?

“I don’t know. Harry has been someone to fall back on and to be honest I might be in a place where I do develop feelings towards him if he keeps catching me whenever I fall.” I shrug my shoulders, leaning back as I let my eyes slowly drop closed, hearing Meredith sigh. I’m hyperaware of all that’s happening around me, listening in to the conversations of people surrounding us.

“If I were you, maybe I should just ask him to go on a date and see how it goes. I’m sure Harry would be interested in that as well. He’s been nuts about you for years now.” I take a deep breath, because that isn’t really something I consider myself ready for. If Calum wasn’t anywhere near the picture, Harry would’ve definitely gotten his chance now. Although I am not quite sure if I would’ve seen and spoken to Harry again if it weren’t for Calum.

“I’ll see. I really don’t fancy that idea right now.” I laugh heartily. My heart stops and I feel a lump in my throat as Meredith suddenly discards our conversation.
“Calum, Mike, hey!”

I stay frozen in my spot as Michael comes into view to press his lips to his awaiting girlfriend. I almost squeal when I feel a hand land on my shoulder and squeezing it gently. As I let my gaze wander upwards I notice Luke looming over me with a sympathetic smile etched on his lips.
“HI Y/n, how are you?”

“Oh hey Luke, I’ll live, yourself?” Luke hums in response and he leans against my seat as I turn my body a bit so I could converse a bit more properly with the blonde, but Meredith beats me to it.
“Oh my god, Mikey, Y/n is going on a date with Harry!” My eyes widen dramatically and when I look away from Luke to throw a glare in Meredith’s direction, I see Calum with a widened glare staring in my direction. His lips are tightly pressed together and just seeing him here brings another wave of anger and sadness to the surface.

“Mer, I –“

“Harry Styles? That guy that hangs out with Hardy and Jacobs?” Michael asks and Luke raises an eyebrow at me as his smirk seeps through. I shrug my shoulders as a small, awkward smile etches onto my lips. Luke knew what was up and I think he knew I wasn’t going on a date with Harry anytime soon with Calum still cluttering my mind.

“Harry Styles eh? How did that happen?” Luke grins as he lets both of his hands fall on my shoulders and he squeezes them repeatedly. “Luke – stop.” I laugh, trying to push him off and he immediately takes a step back when Calum’s low voice chimes through the area.

“Luke, you don’t want to keep the girls waiting, do you?” Calum cocks an eyebrow and for just a split second, his gaze meets mine and I can see hurt. But it disappears as quickly as it appeared. I think I actually felt my heart breaking when I heard Calum utter those words. Michael has already kissed Meredith goodbye and leisurely walks over to Calum as I turn to Luke for an explanation, anything.

“Y/n I – “ Luke starts of rambling, as if there’s something he desperately wants to tell me, but Calum is quick to shut him up.
“Luke. Now.” With a tight lipped grin Luke steps away from me and towards Calum and Michael who have already started heading in the direction of the pub. He looks back once more and mouths ‘later’, before he turns back around and jogs off behind Calum and Michael.

“I just knew Calum couldn’t stick to one girl.” Meredith sighs as she drops her spoon into her coffee cup, little droplets splattering the table. I knew it too, I just hoped I was wrong.

Tinder - Jack Maynard Imagine

Don’t be too harsh on me, it’s my first one. Actually…. Yes, be harsh.
As I’ve said earlier, English is not my native language, so don’t be alarmed when I’ve written something wrong or the grammatical tenses are quite not right. Don’t even get me started on my typos…
Give me feedback and comments. I grave for some constructive criticism.
I didn’t know how to end this, and I feel like I rushed the ending ‘cause I just wanted to finish this.

Part Two

Part Three

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faelapis  asked:

someone actually used connie having a flip phone as a serious su criticism... ignoring the fact that its very in-character for the maheswarens to either give connie a phone that "fulfills the basic functions of a phone. my daughter will not be addicted to dumb apps" or to go by a logic of "we're not paying money for a new phone until she breaks the old one", which is why i had a flip phone for a good while after other teens got iphones. sometimes i also inherited old phones, so i Feel connie tbh

Ugh yeah Su Critical™ people will find anything to complain about… (but I’m glad that person was able to turn it into a cool theory)
also same I had a shit phone that randomly broke on it’s own 3 times. We managed to revive it twice until it finally broke for good and I got a new one. My family could have easily paid for a nicer one but I was 12-13 and they didn’t want to spend the money just for me to lose it or break it. It’s something a lot of parents do, idk why people think that it’s wild that Connie didn’t have like The iPhone 29.5xs at first just because her mom’s rich. And, as of mindful education, she has a nice phone which shows that her parents now trust her to be more responsible and I think that’s a really nice little​ detail

NiNoir Week, Day 2: Social Media

A HUGE HUGE THANK YOU to the organizers of this event: @grubsnuggle , @miiraculous-texts , @alya-bug , and @hchano !! Please send them all the love for doing the prompts and junk!!


Summary: Nino receives SnapCats (SnapChats) From Chat Noir. 


When Nino first got a snapchat from ‘Chat Noir’. It was two in the morning.

He was curled over his computer, mixing beats when his phone buzzed. Nino, who wasn’t much for social media and didn’t really get snapchats was rather shocked.

Chat Noir had no reputation as a social media aficionado, either. Ladybug had accounts across the board, updating them appropriately with akuma updates and charity plugs, but Chat Noir had been silent. Hell, he had been adamant that he ran no social media accounts in and out of his suit.

In retrospect, Nino should’ve known that the cat boy was lying.

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Jay Park Drama

Honestly now i’m more of a Simon D kind of gal but I am also very nosy so I love to sip every drop of tea,also i don’t have friends here that listen to khiphop so I don’t have any one else to annoy, let’s get to it.

Originally posted by lumituomi


So I don’t know if you remember there was this girl name Jaqcueline, so she went and wrote on his insta comments apologizing to him about cheating and asking him to text her back, then she posted (and deleted) her saying that Jay cheated on her and that he is shady. At this point i’m shook and my curiosity is up to 100, how you doin?

Originally posted by wendywilliamsgifs

Now after that she posted some bullshit as excuse saying that she was being paranoid from protein shakes she drinks and shit, pretty much taking the L cause while she was doing all this Jay was just posting selfies, boomerangs and promoting his new song. Then everything got quiet, but yall know damn well that I followe tha bitch and waited patiently for her comeback on this thing, cause crazy bitches never leave that fast.

Originally posted by guss0305

So she casually posted random shit, tagging Jay and Simon D on her story, and at some point posted a screenshot of her phone with an app that had Jayparkrightthere and wrote “does that mean he has my number? cause I don’t have his”

And get this y’all, yesterday she went to their concert and posted a vid of Jay singing “Second Thots” and wrote “who hurt you? i’ll beat her ass”, also where is jays gf? Now lets be honest, a man like that definetely has that one girl that he either tries to get or already has on lock, and how come she has not clocked that jacqueline girl already?. I told y’all she would come back.

Now I want y’all to tell me what do you think of all this?Do you think she is legit? Do you think she is lying? Am i obsessed with this a bit too much? yes I know, but come on I can’t be the only nosy person, like this is better than kdramas. Also if yall knew the story let’s just talk about how yall see it, let’s talk guys

anonymous asked:

hellooooo fellow mpreg lover! since you went on a bit of a spree for everyone to support the kinks they love and all because of mpreg, do you happen to have a list of mpreg stony? or mpreg tony in general?

I think there’s an mpreg reclist coming up on Imzy which I will link stuff to because I feel like this random spokesperson LMAO, but here’s a quick list of my favourites for mpreg Tony!

Moth by Pandanoai and axolotllan

Not This Omega by Annehiggins

Sing the Body Electric by Georgygirl (read the rest of the wonderful series too!)

Baby Bump by AnneHiggins

Finding Pack by Naferty

The Places That Alone I’d Never Find by Tito11

Just Dance (It’s Going to Be Okay) by ficbypen

Joined’verse by RurouniHime (the first mpreg by ever read of SteveTony. I LOOOVE her so much)




aaaaand there’s some mpreg bottom Tony sharing (multiplepeople/Tony) which I will rec to you if you message me directly lmao


I’m pretty sure I’m missing some essential ones because my phone died so I had to get a new one and unfortunately I lost all the categories I made for fics. Does anybody know of a nice fanfic reading app that saves the categories in a cloud? Thanks!

Tips and Tricks for a Semester Abroad

Hello my lovelies! I’m officially on winter break and I realized that there are some students getting ready to start their journeys abroad! I know for the Korean universities my home university has partnerships with, school begins late February, early March. So I’m hoping this post helps study abroaders out, whether you’ll be going to South Korea or somewhere else.

Know how to read hangul

In Korea, it’s not necessary to know the language but it helps to be able to read the hangul. Sometimes, in restaurants, the menu will be in Korean. And sometimes, menu items will be in Konglish. It also helps when you’re looking for certain shops and places which is really handy.

When leaving Korea, prepare to ship a box (or two) home.

Believe me, you will end up buying some stuff while in Korea. Everything is just so cheap. Whether it be souvenirs or tons of KPOP merchandise, we’re going to want to send a box or two home before getting on that plane. It will save you the stress of trying to shove everything into your luggage the night or morning before your flight home. And send in it through boat mail. It’ll take longer to get back home, but it’s a lot cheaper.

Phone and Data Plan

If you’re anything like me who can’t survive without having access to internet everywhere, then you going to want to have an unlocked phone and a Korean data plan. Yes, yes, yes, there is wifi everywhere in Korea but I had difficulty connecting to the wifi so I gave up and bought a data plan through EG Sim. And even if you don’t plan to get a data plan, you still want to unlock your phone just in case, or you’ll end up like me and have to buy a new phone.

Apps to Download

Kakao Talk, Naver Dictionary, and Subway Korea are my three must-have apps. Kakao Talk is the messaging app that everyone uses in Korea. Most Koreans don’t need a phone plan because Kakao Talk is all you need. Naver Dictionary is obviously a Korean-English dictionary. It’s helpful just so you can look up words when there isn’t someone who speaks Korean around you. Also, very helpful communicating with some of the locals that know enough English to have a conversation but aren’t quite fluent. Subway Korea (or any Korean subway map app really) is going to be super useful getting the city. It shows the subway system and all the stops. It also has the times that the subway should be arriving and leaving and how many stops the subway is away from the stop that you’re at. I think some apps will tell you which subway cart is the most and least crowded. Most definitely a useful app.

Always carry around tissue paper.

It’s always nice to have some tissues on you just in case there aren’t any napkins or paper towels anywhere you go. But I stress this because sometimes in Korea, when you go use the restroom, it may not be what you’re use to. It could be a hole in the floor with no toilet paper. This didn’t happen to me often. Actually, it only happened once but I had tissue paper in my bag so I was prepared. So always have tissue paper on you just in case.

Your experience is your experience

There are going to be times when you’re chilling in the dorm studying or have to meet up for a group project while others go out and explore the city. Or maybe you’re trying to save up to go travel after school lets out while others travel frequently during school holidays. That’s okay. This is your study abroad experience. You shouldn’t compare it to others. Don’t think “ah, I should’ve went here instead of there” or “maybe I should’ve done this.” Just thinking these things will make you lose out on whatever country you’re going to has to offer. Studying abroad and the memories that you make there are somethings that you should never regret. Just have fun and live life.