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Girls Like Me (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: You and Ethan send each other the cutest snapchats, but what do they mean to both of you?

Warnings: None, unless you’re allergic to FLUFF.

A/N: SO YOU GUYS. This was meant to be a really quick one shot and it turned into a 13-page story? Who knows. This is, however, going to be THE BEGINNING OF A SERIES OF ONE SHOTS about the twins and their lip sync snapchats! The first one is an actual snap from Ethan, but the rest were invented for the sake of the story. All song lyrics are in italics. I’m working on the next one, which will be a Grayson one. I hope you enjoy this! I wrote it in one sitting so it’s probably not great, but let me know what you think!

He was such a show off.

He had dyed a streak of his hair blue, and even though it was fading now, it drew attention to the fact that it hung lazily over his hazel eyes. His blue tank top faintly matched it. He was chewing gum as he lip synced to the song playing on the radio in his twin brother’s car, waving his phone around in time with the music. You recognized the song after a moment or two.

Lookin’ back,

I guess it was a kind of hazy -

Got me caught up and frustrated in love.

Lookin’ back -”

The video cut off.

It was a Snapchat update from user EthanDolan and you had to decide if you were impressed or not, seeing as it was sent specifically to you, and not posted on his story.

You met Ethan and Grayson about a year ago when you and your family moved to L.A. You were behind Grayson in line at the Nike store when he struck up a conversation with you. He was friendly and sweet, and he made you laugh. The girl behind the counter actually had to clear her throat a few times and pipe up with an annoyed “sir?” before the two of you realized you were holding up the line.

He waited for you while you made your purchase and the two of you walked out of the store together after sharing a laugh. A boy that looked just like Grayson was standing on the sidewalk. His hair was longer and shaggier and he had a bright blue streak in his hair. He had on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. He raised an eyebrow and looked a little surprised to see someone by his twin brother’s side. He locked eyes with you, and you felt a bolt of electricity spike down your back when his gaze met yours. He looked you up and down as he stood, unmoving and the two of you approached him.

“E, this is (Y/N), she just moved here. We should show her around!”

The boy Grayson addressed as ‘E’ simply shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets, kicking off the wall he was leaning against.

“Sure, the more the merrier,” he offered. And so the three of you spent the day together, and the following weekend, and many more to come.

You had grown close with Grayson. He was like a big brother: protective, supportive, encouraging and loving. But Ethan? Ethan always seemed out of reach. You always tried to get close to him, but he put up a barrier, defensively reverting to humor whenever something got serious between the two of you. You tried to tell him about an argument you once had with your dad that really shook you and he made a daddy joke, and left, quickly.

Whenever Grayson was around, Ethan was probably there too. It seemed he didn’t mind your presence as long as Grayson was there to act as a buffer. The two of you were almost never alone together, and sometimes, when you would invite both the twins out, only Grayson would show up. You even put in effort to get to know Ethan on his own, but he rarely reciprocated.

The only conclusion you could come to was that Ethan was uncomfortable around you. It hurt you a little since you and Grayson were so close and Grayson was so close with his brother. You wanted the three of you to have a good friendship, but Ethan apparently wouldn’t allow it to happen.

Until one day, when you received a random snapchat from Ethan.

It was pretty unassuming. Just him lip syncing to that song. It made you chuckle because he was so overdramatic. You checked to see if it was on his story, and it wasn’t. This was a little weird: Ethan almost never sent you snaps. It made you feel a special, as stupid and 21st century as that may seem. So you put on the same song on your computer and waited until the next part of the song came on, sending it back to him.

You say: la, la, la,

La, la, la, la.

Girls like me don’t come around anymore!

You swayed your head side-to-side with the beat, waving your phone around to the opposite sides, creating an interesting effect. You winked at the camera before ending the video and sent it to Ethan, holding your breath. He sent you back a few laughing emojis. You felt a sense of accomplishment: you’d managed to connect with Ethan on something, even if it was as trivial as a snapchat. Your heart felt swollen in your chest as you bit your lip and tossed your phone aside on your bed.

This continued for months. You’d send him a snap of you lip syncing in the car, and he’d send one back. Sometimes the two of you would finish the song together. It was like the two of you had finally picked something to bond over. Each time you saw a little purple square next to the username EthanDolan, you got a little excited and couldn’t keep that smile from tugging at your lips. The two of you would act them out and definitely ham it up for each other.

You paid close attention to the songs that he would choose. They weren’t incredibly popular - never songs that were overplayed on the radio. They were mostly upbeat and positive. Some of them were older songs - songs that had lived their lives on the radio and moved onto dead, no-longer-clicked Spotify playlists. You knew almost all of them, and you always sent a similar song back to him - mostly girly pop-punk songs that were about being angry at your boyfriend/girlfriend or whatever.

You had a good thing going.

And then one day it got weird.

You’d opened the snap to see Ethan, not goofing around as he normally did, but just singing to the camera. If you’d have been together, he would’ve been staring deep into your eyes. That didn’t bother you, but the song choice shook you a bit.

She a cutie and she fine,

Make me wanna make her mine,

She ain’t nothin’ like those bimbos.

If you like it, we can swerve,

We can light and stain up here,

Blowing, pluck it out the window.

What a weird part to send me…’ You thought to yourself as you watched it. It wasn’t a hook or a chorus, it wasn’t a particularly memorable part of the song, and the song was pretty used at this point. You blinked as the video ended, wondering what to do with it. You decided to put the song on and sing part of the second verse. He watched it and didn’t reply, which only confused you more.

A few days went by before your next snapchat arrived.

Hey baby, won’t you look my way?

I can be your new addiction.

Hey baby, whatchu gotta say?

All you’re giving me is fiction.”

It was cute. He was in the passenger seat of Grayson’s truck and he had on a grey tank top. He was wearing a white snapback hat and he winked at the end of the short clip. You almost threw your phone in shock. You checked to see if it was on his story - he sometimes posted them, especially the more flirty ones - but it wasn’t there. You weren’t sure how to react to this, and you weren’t sure why it had given you butterflies.

You decided to respond with the chorus, which was pretty harmless and really catchy. You head banged along to the music, over exaggerating your enthusiasm and ended the video with a giggle. Ethan watched it as the purple arrow turned into a white one. He sent back a smiley face. You left your phone resting on your chest as you replayed the snap in your head. Why couldn’t you stop smiling? Why were you giggling thinking about the way Ethan had winked at the camera - at you? Why did it make your heart pound against your ribs and your face get hot?

Later that night, you got another snapchat from EthanDolan. You touched the purple square and listened to the music that rang from the small speaker at the bottom of your phone, still sporting that smile that was only for these moments.

Ooh, pretty baby,

This world might’ve gone crazy.

The way you saved me,

Who could blame me,

When I just wanna make you smile.

It was again, oddly specific, but you did love the song. You turned it on from your iTunes library and sang along with it as you snapped Ethan back the rap towards the end of the song.

Baby, you’re classic,

baby, you’re sick.

I never met a girl like you ever til we met.

A star in the 40s,

Centerfold in the 50s,

Got me trippin’ out like 60s,


You did your best to make it as funny as you could, knowing Ethan would enjoy it, but once you sent it, you were surprised to see you had another snap waiting. You opened it immediately.


Pick you up

In a


Like a



Glamour back,

Keep it real to real with the way I feel:

I could walk you down the aisle.

You stared at the screen, one hand covering your mouth. He hadn’t kept eye contact at all during the video, using fun angles and acting like a general goof until the last two lines where he looked directly into the screen, as if staring you down the way he did earlier: ‘Keep it real to real with the way I feel: I could walk you down the aisle.’

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” You shouted to no one in particular, running your hand through your hair swiftly. You looked at your reflection in your mirror. Your cheeks were pink and you looked like a spooked horse, your hair sticking out in odd directions after that rough tug. He had gone out of his way to send you that specific part of the song. You put down your phone and stared at it for a long time to see if Ethan sent anything else.

He didn’t.

The following day, you were meeting Grayson for lunch. Ethan had already declined the offer and said that he had plans. It hardly surprised you. For a few days there, you had forgotten about Ethan’s lack of interest in you or the friendship you had to offer.

After lunch, on your way back to your house, Grayson had the radio blaring and you decided to send a lip syncing snapchat to Ethan, like you always did.

If I could find you now, things would get better.

We could leave this town and run forever.

Let your waves crash down on me and take me

Away, yeah, yeah.

You made sure to include Grayson in the video, tossing an arm around him as you sang the song, him mouthing the words right along with you. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as you’d done millions of times at the end of the video, smiling to yourself as you sent it. You waited to see what he would send back, imagining all the goofy things he could do with this song. The purple triangle turned white.

And that was it.

You never got a response.

You waited for hours, for the rest of the night. You knew he had seen it, snapchat didn’t lie. Had you done something wrong? Was he just not interested anymore in laying a foundation for a friendship? Why did this suddenly feel different? Maybe he’d gotten bored, and didn’t want to continue the silly exchange with you. How could something so stupid turn into something so important?

You wondered why it made you hurt so bad on the inside, why it made you cry so much and so hard. You wondered why you bothered telling Grayson what happened, explaining your weird ritual with Ethan to him, and you wondered why Gray had sighed and said: “Let me talk to him.”

The next morning, Grayson called you, a little too early for your liking. You groaned into the microphone as he laughed.

“Just come over later. Whenever you’re ready to be up. Okay?” You let out a grunt in agreement and Grayson ended the call. You dropped your phone onto the floor as your arm hung over the side of the bed, almost immediately falling back asleep.

When you woke up, you did so in a flurry. You sat bolt upright in your bed and realized you had fallen back asleep for what was probably hours. You quickly sprang out of bed and got ready, taking a note of your record time as you ran out the door.

You grabbed your longboard and made your way to the twins’ apartment, which was entirely downhill of your house, making the ride easy and breezy. Your unbuttoned dark purple flannel blew in the wind behind you as your black crop top fluttered against your stomach. Your flat converse low-tops made it easy for your feet to stick to the board and your ripped jeans had a little give to them which allowed you to slalom down the hill easily. You had thrown on a matching grey snapback and you checked your phone quickly, not wanting to fall.

It had been three hours since Grayson had called you, closing in on three and a half now as you made your way to their place. You bit your lip nervously, remembering that Gray had promised to talk to Ethan, although the exchange was so cryptic that you could barely justify why you let him. You let out an odd, unattractive groan as you rounded the corner and let yourself glide across the threshold of the apartment complex. You felt more and more awkward as you approached their building.

As you rolled up beside it, you hopped off your board, running next to it for a second before picking it up, holding it close to you as you walked toward their door. You raised a hand to knock, but the door opened before you could, surprising you.

You jumped as the door swung open to reveal the boy with the blue streak.

Your heart halted in your chest as the two of you stared at each other, you with wide eyes and him with the same bored expression he always wore around you, but only for a moment. When saw that you looked a little nervous, he cracked a smile and held the door open for you. You left your board by the front door and walked in.

“I talked to Grayson…” he began, running his hand through his hair before turning back to face you, making you freeze by the kitchen counter. You tried to think of words, but suddenly, you didn’t speak English anymore. Or any other language, for that matter. All you could remember how to say was:


Ethan’s eyes seemed to bore holes into you as he approached you, slowly, taking his time. You backed away from him, and the intensity of his stare until the cold marble of the counter bumped the small of your back. It surprised you, making you jump again. He didn’t stop advancing. You nearly climbed the counter at the sight of him. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. It wasn’t like he was going to hurt you.

Actually, his gaze seemed to convey quite the opposite, but that had to be your eyes playing tricks on you…right?

He had you pinned against the counter, with one hand on either side of your waist, holding the cool stone in his hands. You looked up at him, eyes still wide open like you wanted them to fall out of your head. You bit your lip as he got closer to you.

“Yeah, he told me you were upset I never sent you a snapchat back yesterday, and that you didn’t know why that upset you so much.” You could feel the flame of a dark blush creeping up your neck to your cheeks as you raised a hand to rub the back of your neck. You looked away from him, down to your shoes and the space in between the two of you, now watching it close as he got even closer.

“I guess…” You offered quietly, your voice cracking. Ethan was intimidating, but this was a whole new level. You heard him chuckle.

“(Y/N), do you know why I never let you get close to me?”

The question immediately made you raise your head to look at him, one eyebrow raised. Was this really the time for that question? You blinked at him.

“Uhh…” He cut you off. There was very little distance between the two of you now. You doubted you could fit a playing card between the two of you. He had you pressed against the counter, and his chest pressed against yours. You could feel his warm breath on your face and smell his cologne. The scent made you a little dizzy.

“It’s because my brother met you first. I would never overstep him on a girl he met first.”

Your other eyebrow went up.

“Ethan, what are you talking about?” He only smiled at you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, seemingly admiring your face.

“I was waiting for Gray to make his move on you.”

If they weren’t connected to your brain, your eyes would’ve fallen out of your head.

“YOU WHAT?!” You were shouting now, which made Ethan laugh out loud, letting his head fall back as he did.

“I was waiting for Gray to make a move on you. He met you first, it would’ve been only fair. But he talked to me last night and I finally confronted him about it. He said he’d never make a move on you and he didn’t feel that way about you.” Your heart must’ve been buzzing like a hummingbird because you could hear it in your ears and it had never pounded this fast in your entire life.

“What does that have to do with you ignoring me?” You asked, looking back up to him. He smiled and you thought that if he hadn’t had you pinned to that counter, your legs would’ve given out from underneath you.

“It’s relevant because I’ve had a thing for you since he introduced me to you. But I thought he did too because of how close you guys are. And Gray is kind of shy when it comes to girls, so I knew he’d take forever to make a move on you anyway. So I backed off. But I found myself falling harder and harder for you. I couldn’t even be in a room with you without getting lost in thoughts of you.” He shrugged and picked up one hand to push his hair back. “So I pulled away. I wanted to give Gray a chance. But I couldn’t pull away completely. That’s when we started our little snapchat exchange.”

Somehow, Ethan took another step closer. You felt your mouth become dry and your head light. It was all starting to come together. All of it made much more sense now.

“So I tried to send you clues - hints about how I felt about you. Each song meant something to me. They reflected how I felt about you.” You bit your lip and looked up at him as he turned his head away slightly and you could see he was blushing. Everything made sense to you now. Everything. It all fell into place. It all felt right.

“Ethan, I feel the same way…”

He snapped his head to look at you. Now it was his turn to be surprised.

“What?” He asked quietly, sounding incredulous.

“Ethan, why do you think I got so upset when you didn’t respond to me? It’s just a stupid fucking snapchat? I spent the whole night sobbing. I thought I had ruined everything we had, even if everything we had was just some childish ritual. It made my day, every day. I always looked forward to it, because it was ours. When I thought I had done something to ruin it…” you almost choked on your words. “I couldn’t handle it.”

He looked down at you as you teared a little, bringing a hand to rest on your jaw, his fingers splayed against your neck gently as his thumb stroked your cheek.

“I thought you and Grayson had finally become official, so I backed off…” he explained, his eyes searching your own. You chuckled through your watery eyes.

“In his dreams,” you joked. Ethan smiled.

“Definitely in mine…” he whispered.

You almost felt sick you were so euphoric. Realizing your feelings for Ethan was a rollercoaster, but you were on it with him now and he was sitting right next to you, hands in the air, screaming and laughing and having the time of your lives. You reached up and held Ethan’s wrist as he pulled you into him.

Your lips touched and you felt actual fireworks explode in your ears, your forearms, your chest, everywhere. He now held the back of your head as he kissed you, his thumb under your ear, your hands sitting at his waist. It was long and slow and complete. Neither of you wanted to rush the feeling you both were experiencing. You felt like a completed work of art. Your lips collided over and over again in supernovas that felt as if they’d go on forever. You had just experienced the big bang all over again.

“Can I come out now?”

You heard a familiar voice from one of the bedrooms and it disrupted the two of you. Ethan turned and you looked around him to see Grayson standing in the hallway, waving awkwardly. You both smiled and Ethan pulled you into him, tossing an arm around your neck protectively.

“What do you say, (Y/N), should we let him out now?” Ethan asked. His eyes were dancing with the same spark you’d felt, shining full of stardust. You couldn’t help but beam at him.

“I suppose, if he’s okay with serious PDA, that is…” you replied, looking back up at him as he looked down at you with a growing smile. He leaned down and kissed you again with the same slow, careful attention. You reached up to rest your hand on his cheek, fingertips resting gently against his skin.

“Okay, ew?” Grayson said, and the two of you broke into giggles against each others’ lips. “Can we all just like, go out in public so I can eat without having to look at you two sucking face?” He asked, though he had a smile on his face as well.

“Nah, I think I’m gonna take my girl on a date, what do you say, (Y/N)?” You bit your lip and smiled as Ethan pulled you close and kissed the top of your head.

“I’d like that,” you replied quietly as the two of you headed for the door.

“What am I supposed to do?!” Grayson yelped as Ethan grabbed his keys off the counter and you grabbed your board.

“ORDER PIZZA,” you both shouted together before Ethan slammed the door shut.

Grayson looked down at his feet, feeling a little dejected. You opened the door and poked your head back in, smiling.

“Come on,” you said with a giggle. He beamed and followed you out the door.

The three of you went for a casual dinner, you in the front seat of Ethan’s car, taking goofy snapchats as you all sang along to the radio.

“She knows me so well,

It’s crazy when I think about it.”

LINE | (One-sided MiSawa)x2

Fandom: Diamond no Ace
Characters: Miyuki Kazuya, Mima Soichiro, Sawamura Eijun
Pairings: one-sided MiyukixSawamura, one-sided MimaxSawamura, SawamuraxBaseball
Note: I’m delusional. I thought we already established that?
Warning: Spoiler for Act 2, chapter 75. Meant for comedic purposes. Do not take seriously.

“… Eh? LINE?”

Mima’s glare seems to all but intensify. Ahhhh, what a troublesome guy. Kazuya hates dealing with guys like these the most.

The catcher rubs the back of his neck. “Well… I use a flip phone. I don’t have a LINE account.”

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redshoes’ Fury Road collected meta page

@bonehandledknife is right - there’s an influx of new Fury Road fans! And ya’ll would probably really enjoy some of the initial insanely fannish in-depth meta that raged all around this super cool super sharp fandom in the first few months.

I compiled a page of meta posts as fast as I could for a couple of months and then the fandom got bigger than I could keep up with (and life got busy as it is wont to do), so I stopped updating it - but there’s a ton of wonderful meta and analysis backlogged in the unreachable depths of tumblr!  Here’s c/p from my meta page links - enjoy :)

[why are so many posts linked off my tumblr rather than OPs? I’ll never change my username so the links’ll stay working :P]

before we get to the categories, how about all the bolder articles together:

Redshoes Expounds:

Fury Road - Physics & Feminism (no actual physics were involved in the making of this post; probability was definitely abused)
psychological analysis of Max & Furiosa’s fight post that prompted the above
women fighting men - very interesting stuff from blackstump on the above

Max Character Thoughts:
Max’s refusal dominate by violating personal space
Max is consent seeking
This is Furiosa’s victory and he is content
Max: engage to heal
He accepts her answer while still watching her back

so…the comics. can we talk about what makes a violent story worth telling? and how to do it with integrity?
follow up convo with floatingpuppy and hurdy-gurdy

Sixth Time Convos


bonehandledknife’s Film Theory Series









[I also tag meticulously anything fannish - tag page if you’re interested]

Two Odd Princes ~A Solangelo AU~ Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Today was like any other summer day in Hades Kingdom. Calm breezes, sunny skies, the constant chirping of birds. It was one of the best times for Princess Bianca to sneak out of the castle to visit her younger brother.

She slipped out of her room in a her favorite jacket, and old green hat, and basket in hand, making her way down to the kitchens. With her cloak, she looked just like a servant, so no one would question her when she packed her basket full of food.

The kitchen was even busier than normal and the princess knew why. That’s why she had to sneak out to visit her brother as soon as possible.

Bianca filled her basket with apples, cheese, a few pieces of expensive meats, and fancy pastries before rushing out of the royal palace and through the woods.

The woods were Bianca’s favorite place to be. She felt as one with nature and often found herself hiding away from her royal duties whenever she could. An old friend of hers, Thalia Grace was her name, showed her how to track, hunt, and even how to shoot a bow. All things her father believed a princess would never need, but it had become her hobby.

After an hours walk, Bianca had reached the small town where her brother lived. It was alive as ever. The market was full of people doing their best to get the cheapest price on items, and merchants trying to sell their good.

The young princess smiled, wishing she could have her brothers’ simple life instead of the high expectations she had to live up to.

Bianca made her way to the other side of town where her brother was to be found. He lived in a small rental apartment and worked at an inn down the street.

She knocked on the sixteen year olds door. She heard her brother unlock the door and open a bit, saying, “Come in, B.”

She did as she was told, closing the door behind her and setting the basket on the counter.

“How you doing Nico.”

He sighed, disliking this question. “Same as usual. You?”

“Good,” she responded, taking out an apple and slicing it up for them to share. “I thought about bringing Hazel with me, but father has a message for you.”

Hazel was their half sister. She was only six, and Bianca often bright her along when she went to visit Nico, but her father had made sure to put more security around the castle, making it harder to sneak the younger princess out of her room.

“What does dad want?” Nico asked.

“Well, funny story actually,” B started with a nervous laugh. “I’m engaged.”

Nico’s eyes widened. His sister? Engaged?

“To whom?”

“It’s an arranged marriage father set up with King Apollo of the Sun Kingdom. In two weeks, Prince William Solace will be visiting the castle. To make everything look normal, father wants you back at the castle.”

“Why?” Nico said, anger hinting in his voice. “So he can kick me out again for my sexuality?”

Bianca sighed, wishing her brother would just be happy for once. “Will you come back? For me? You could see Hazel; see the library that you would never leave; see your old room again. Maybe even–”

She would’ve continued on, but Nico cut her off. “See the parent who was willing to basically ban his own son from his home because he likes guys?”

Bianca let out a breath, wanting the yell at her brother to just cooperate for once, but, of course, he didn’t. She understood where Nico was coming from. She would be just as mad if their dad had kicked her out for liking girls.

“Why can’t you just use the excuse that I’m visiting Uncle Poseidon or Uncle Zeus? That always works.”

“Because,” she explained, “if I’m going to marry this man, then he needs to know the truth about our family and you two need to meet each other. You’re going to be a brother-in-law.”

“Not by choice,” Nico mumbled.

“Hey, you think I got a choice in this either,” she said, raising her voice a little. “I don’t want to marry, especially a guy I’ve never met. And I’ve never dated anyone, nor do I want to date, so put yourself in my shoes. I’d be happy to take your place over mine any day.”

Nico’s anger vanished when his sister spoke. He remembered how she had never truly fallen for anyone romantically like Nico had.

They both took a breath to calm themselves. Nico opened the fridge and pulled out a bunch of small McDonald packages of caramels to dip the apples in. Bianca rolled her eyes at him. He ate way too much McDonald’s.

“So,” Bianca said, “when was the last time you actually visited our uncles? Like, for real?”

Ever since his father shunned Nico, the whole family used the excuse that Nico was visiting one of their uncles. Sometimes it was for a family visit, other times it was royal prince duties, but it was almost always a lie.

Nico hadn’t been to see his Uncle Poseidon since his cousin, Percy Jackson, started dating a girl named Annabeth Chase. Since then, Nico had felt kind of awkward around them. One was because he was more a third wheel, and the other was because Nico once had a crush on his cousin. He also hadn’t been to visit his Uncle Zeus or his cousin Jason in over a year. Jason and Nico got along. Jason knew about Nico’s secret and had no problem with it. They kept in touch.

Nico cleared his throat. “Doesn’t matter,” he waved it off. “Tell me about this Will guy. What’s he like?”

B reached into her pocket where she had a small photo of Will. She handed it to him to see.

It was a boy who looked around Nico’s age. He was tall, tan, and had curly blond hair that reflected the sun’s rays. His eyes were bright blue like the sky. Nothing like Percy’s. Will’s were more clear and non-sea like. His body was also built like an athlete’s.

He’s attractive, Nico thought, blushing like mad. Bianca noticed and did her best not to laugh.

“Like what you see?” she teased.

“Shut up,” Nico mumbled handing the picture back. “What do you know about him?”

“Well, not much. He’s about a year older than you, knows a lot of medical stuff, and can sing, apparently.”

Nico thought about it. Clearly, he didn’t have enough information to trust this guy with his older sister. What if he was a creep? This left Nico with only one option.

He ran a hand through his hair before he replied. “Fine. I’ll come home.”

He glanced up to see his sister with the brightest smile in the world. It caused him to smile as well.

Bianca wrapped her arms around her little brother, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I can’t wait to see you at home!”

Nico smiled again thinking about going home, forgetting about all the bad things there for once. He’d see both his sisters again, his old room, the library, and the gardens, his favorite place to take a stroll.

Bianca pulled away, picking up her basket after pulling all the extra foods out. “I gotta go now, but I’ll try to stop by again. Love you!”

“Love you too, B!”

The door closed a few seconds later leaving the young boy to think.

Alright, so this is the first fan fic I’ve posted on Tumblr and I hope you enjoyed. I’ve written more fan fiction over on Wattpad under the username Starlight_88 if you want to check that out. As soon as I post the next chapter on there, I’ll post it here on Tumblr for those who don’t have a Wattpad. I’m also posting it on PercyJacsksonFanFiction.com cause why not. Same user as Wattpad if you want to know.

Stay tuned for chapter 2 :)

Distance: Part 3

It’s here. It’s here! I’m very happy with this part. It went exactly how I wanted it too. A little insight into Harry. A big jump in time but unless we wanted a full novel, it was necessary. 

A few things. I’m not big on switching POV’s unless I really feel like the story needs it, so you won’t be seeing any Harry POV’s in this story. I’m sorry if that is disappointing, but I really think this story doesn't need it. I like seeing it through y/n eyes. Also, I hope to have the next part up in a few days, but I am learning not to make promises. We had a rough week and I feel like I let my readers down by being late. Just know it’s in the works and coming as soon as I get it done. 

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Another new adventure, another new chapter. After a few months of living with my sister in Manchester, I finally settled into Stage 3. Jamie has named this stage the Fuck You, I’m Too Good For You Anyway stage. After picking myself up of the metaphorical floor, I put my nose in the air and threw myself into my work. I reached out to my contacts and took any job I was offered. Before, I usually stayed in or near London, but in the last two years, I have taken jobs all over the world. I have traveled from Paris to LA and just about everywhere in between.

This is the first time I have been to NYC. I’m no stranger to big cities as I have lived in London since I was 17. I had picked up a few gigs with MTV. They had some photographers on staff but they needed some extra. Having MTV in my portfolio looked good.  

I took the elevator up to the offices after getting squared away with security. I was meeting with the editor of their online publications and the staff I was going to be working with over the next few weeks.

The editor was a lot younger than I expected, as well as most of the staff. She was giving me a tour of the offices when I suddenly spotted a familiar face. I wondered if I could turn around and run without causing a scene. Before I could even take a step away, our eyes met.

“Y/N!” Gemma Styles jumped up from the desk she was leaning on. “Oh my gosh. How are you?” She rushed over and was pulling me into a hug before I could say anything.

“I’m great.” I returned her hug. “How are you?” The awkwardness between us wasn’t as strong as last time since so much time had past.

“I’m good, good. What are you doing here?” She gestured to the offices around us. The editor had to take a call, so she left me in the capable hands of Gemma.

“I’m picking up some work here for a few weeks. I could ask the same of you?”

“I have an opinion blog on their website. I don’t usually come to the offices but sometimes I come in for meetings.” She explained. “You’re here for a few weeks? We should really catch up.” I nodded in agreement. I always got along with Gemma and I missed the friendship we had shared.

“I have a shoot tonight that I picked up since I am in town, but maybe we could do coffee tomorrow morning?” I offered.

“It’s a date, lady!” We exchanged numbers and set a time.

It’s been over two years since I had last seen Harry, but I still missed him. I know it was silly to long for a relationship that really never was even a relationship, but he has something special about him. There is this magnetism that just draws you to him. I followed his career and loved everything they had done recently. When Zayn left the band, I felt the loss for them. I knew how close the guys all were. I loved the album that just dropped a few months prior.

Seeing Gemma brought all those feelings back up to the surface. I had moved on, I truly had. I picked up the pieces of my broken heart and made something bigger out of my life. I pursued my dreams and I was getting jobs that I only dreamed of before. I was a name within the industry, which was nearly unheard of at my age. I was proud of what I had accomplished, but there were times when I was lonely as hell. I didn’t have that person to call at the end of day. I didn’t have the one person to tell my stories too. Yes, I had my sister. I called her often and told her about all the places I had been and people I was meeting. A sister isn’t the same, though. I wanted love, but the way I had spent the last two years almost always on the go didn’t really lend itself to starting a lasting relationship. I was ok with that, most of the time.

Coffee with Gemma was a lot less awkward than I was expecting it to be. We fell into conversation easily. She caught me up on her life and boyfriend. They had been living together for a year now and she was hoping he would give her a ring soon.

“I’ve been following your career, you know. It’s amazing everything you have done in the last few years.” She told me.

“Thank you. I am really proud of my work.”

“As you should be.” She stated loudly while playfully hitting the table between us. I laughed with her.

“It’s not too hard to follow my work. I’m a bit of an instagram junkie.” I knew she followed me and I followed her in return. I used it mostly for professional purposes. I posted about most of my major photo shoots and sneak peek behind the scenes when I could.

“No, it isn’t.” She smiled softly at me. “You really threw yourself into it, didn’t you?”

“I did. When I was staying with my sister, I read this book she had. It was about building character through conflict and struggle. This one line really stuck out for me. ‘When something happens to you, you have two choices in how to deal with it. You can either get bitter, or get better.’  After everything that happened with Harry, I was feeling really bitter. I pour my heart into someone who didn’t feel the same. It was easy to fall into being bitter. But that line stuck a chord in me. I didn’t want to live bitter. So, I got myself as many jobs as I could and worked on getting better. I wanted to be better than I was before; better than the girl who was afraid to branch out of London. I needed to be better than that girl who was worried about not being home when he wasn home incase he got tired of waiting. I am worth waiting for and I needed to remind myself of that.” I’m really horrible about this word vomit thing. It was easy to forget that Gemma was Harry’s sister and to just fall into a friendly conversation with her.

“I’m really happy for you.” She touched my arm and smiled brightly at me. I opened my mouth to thank her again but we were interrupted.

“Ohmygosh! Your Gemma Styles.” A young girl had stopped in front of our table. Her eyes were wide and she looked shocked.

“Yes, I am.” She stood to greet the girl. “Would you like a picture?” Gemma asked. The girl nodded quickly and pulled out her phone. As Gemma and the girl exchanged a quick conversation, her friend was studying me. I was feeling a bit uncomfortable. There were only a handful of pictures of Harry and I that made it to the tabloids and we were never portrayed as more than friends. Still, I got an occasional fan that recognize me, but not as much in recent years.

“I know you!” The friend piped up. I looked at her with a worried glance. “You’re Y/N Y/L/N.” She was starting to get more excited then her friend was over meeting Gemma. “I saw the article about you in Shutterbug.” The article she was referring to was a small piece the magazine did about using social media to further your photography business. They spotlighted me because I had built such a vast career by myself and a lot of it was due to my diligence of keeping up with my social media.

“That’s me.” I smiled. “Are you a photography student?” I asked. She nodded quickly.

“I am. I mean, I take it in high school right now, but I really want to major it in college next year. You’re like, my hero. You are so young and you have this huge career.”  I blushed.

“Thank you, I’m not use to being called someone’s hero.” I stood up and hugged her. She squeaked a little.

“Can I get a picture with you?” I laughed and agreed.

“What’s your instagram? I will follow you.” I pulled out my phone.

“Really? Oh my gosh, wow. Ok.” She quickly wrote down her username and I followed her. “Thank you so much.” She gave me another hug and a few more thank yous before they both left the coffee shop.

“Well, that was a first.” I laughed and sat down again. Gemma looked at me with raised eyebrows and be both laughed. “That was really neat, getting to meet a young girl inspired.” I laughed. I looked down at Instagram and saw the picture of me had been posted as well as Gemma’s.

“Looks like we should move on, yeah?” I held my phone up for Gemma to see. “I have a feeling we will have more admires joining us soon.”

I quickly retweeted the picture of the girl and myself and tagged the girl with the caption ‘While having coffee with an old friend, I was honored to meet this lovely young lady. She is a fan of my work and a future kick ass photographer. Watch out world.’

Gemma’s phone dinged and she smiled. “Cute.”

“Wait, do you have notifications turned on for my posts?” I laughed as she nodded.

“Of course I do. I love seeing what you’re up to.”

“That’s so sweet Gems.” We stood to leave the coffee shop together and walked towards the MTV offices together. We were riding up the elevators when Gemma’s phone rang. She pulled it out and looked at the screen. She furrowed her eyebrows, seeming unsure if she should answer.

“Are you going to answer that?” I asked. She held it out for me to see. ‘Harold’ flashed across the screen.

“I’m not sure I should right now. I can call him back.” She went to hit ignore.

“No, you shouldn’t ignore your brother just because I’m here. Its ok. What if it’s important.” She met my eyes.

“You sure?” I nodded so she swiped her finger over answer. “What’s up knobhead.” I quietly chuckled at the nickname. I couldn’t hear the words but the low rasp of his voice floated through the elevator. It was bittersweet hearing his voice in real time. Sure, I’ve seen him on tv or listened to his albums, but actually hearing him talk over the phone or in person is a sound I have not experienced in years. Gemma glanced up at me quickly.

“Yeah, Harry, I did.” She bit her lip and huffed. “Harry. I don’t think this is the time for this conversation.” She was still looking at me. “Yes, she is.” She paused listening to him then said, “I know, but you’re putting me in an unfair position. I will call you back in a bit Harry and we can finish this conversation.” She said bye and hung up with another frustrated huff.

I raised my eyebrows in question. She huffed again.

“So, apparently I was in the background of the picture you posted.” She said.

“Oh.” I said. “And that made Harry call?” I questioned. Why would Harry care?

“He misses you, you know?” She said softly. The elevator dinged and we walked out to the office together. Gemma stopped in the hallway before we made it into the main office space, giving us a moment of privacy. “I wasn’t going to bring him up, it didn’t seem fair to you but then the idiot went and called me.” She shook her head and pinched her nose.

“What do you mean he misses me?” I touched her arm to get her attention back on me. “Why would he miss me. He made it rather clear that he didn’t care one way or the other. Besides, isn’t he dating Kendall now?” I had seen the pictures of them kissing on a yacht a few months earlier and they had been spotted a few times around LA together since.

“Oh, that’s just rubbish. He was looking for something that he could never find in her.” I cocked my eyebrow at this.

“I don’t know if I really want to know what you mean by that.” She took a deep breath and grabbed my hand.

“Look, I don’t know if I should even say anything, but I can’t just let this pass. After you left, Harry was a mess. He realized he had been a complete idiot. He knew he threw away the best thing he ever had, but he didn’t think he deserved you. A couple times he thought about reaching out to you, but it was finally Mom that talked him out of it. We could all see that you were moving on and doing well. She told him if he really cared about you, he would let you go, not drag you back into it by contacting you.” My hand was to my mouth as I tried to absorb everything she was saying. “It took really losing you for him to realize how much he loved you. I love my brother but he really screwed up when he hurt you. I want to see him happy, but I agreed with my Mom. Seeing you happy was more important. You didn’t deserve to have him pull you back in. At least, not until he was really sure what he wanted.”

I nodded, not sure what to do with all this information. “I don’t really know what to say to all this.” I managed.

“You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. I think you deserve to know that he still cares about you. Deeply. He never really moved on. Maybe because  he realized his feelings too late and never got closure.  I don’t know but he is looking for commitment now, but in all the wrong places.”

“Why did he call?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer.

“He wanted to talk to you.” She stated. The weight of her revelation sat heavy on my chest.

“Oh.” Was all I could say.

“I won’t give him your number. I promise.” She hugged me. “Your friendship means alot to me. I wouldn’t do that to you, even when it comes to my brother.” I nodded and hugged her back. “If you want, I can give you his number? You don’t have to do anything about it, and I won’t even tell him you have it. But that way, you can make that choice yourself.”

“I… Yeah, ok.” I agreed. She pulled out her phone and sent the contact to me. “I don’t think I can call him. But thank you.”

“Are you ok? I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have said anything.” I gave her another hug.

“No, I’m ok. I’m glad I know. In a way, it’s good to know I wasn’t the only one hurt.” She gave me a soft smile before we parted ways into the office with a promise to have another coffee date before she flew back to London in a few days.

Part 4

Rating: pg-13
Pairing: Jungcheol / Meanie+Woozi
Genre: fluffy af
Word Count: 2k
Summary: Junghan narrates stories of all the people on bus 34, except for one.


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Author Interview #10: Miss Mungoe

Miss Mungoe is a hugely talented writer who joined fanfiction.net in April 2009 and has written 56 stories for One Piece,Fairy Tail, Green Lantern: The Animated Series, Fullmetal Alchemist, Jak and Daxter, and How to Train Your Dragon. She describes herself as “twenty-something lit. student with a fondness for inappropriate puns and underrated pairings.”

I’ve already talked about Hard Liquor which is a Gajevy 1920s story and is one of my favourite Fairy Tail fanfictions. I’m also really enjoying Dark Waters, a mermaid AU. Of course, she’s written a lot more that I can’t possibly list here so check out her profile here.

I enjoy her stories a lot so I asked her some questions: 

1. How did you discover fanfiction?

By accident, more than anything else. I was just browsing for art when I found some links, and a few clicks later I happened upon the site. Needless to say, I stuck around. 

2. Why did you decide to write fanfiction?

I found it fascinating! For as long as I can remember I’ve been making up stories in my head with characters from my favourite novels, video games etc. and for years and years I did it without knowing that if I’d put pen to paper, it would be fanfiction. And so once I discovered that there was a whole community where I could share my stories, the choice was easy. I loved the way the fandom works, with people meeting to share stories and art and headcanons, and I wanted to be part of it. 

3. Did you read fanfiction a lot before starting to write it? If so, from what fandoms? 

I read some, but it didn’t take very long before I started writing myself. The first fandoms in which I was an active reader were Jak & Daxter, Final Fantasy X, The Longest Journey, Naruto and Bleach. 

4. How did you feel when you posted your first fanfiction?

Terrified! I was 13 at the time, I think, and horribly nervous about whether or not people would like my writing, or if I’d get people calling me out on my weaknesses. Obviously, I didn’t have the same grasp of the English language as I do today, but I’m proud of where I started out, and the mistakes I made. 

5. What’s the story/meaning behind your username?

I wanted something that didn’t necessarily mean anything? In the spirit of Lewis Carroll I wanted something fun and meaningless; a pseudonym that didn’t connect me to any specific thing or fandom. But at the same time I wanted something catchy, hence the alliteration with the repeated M-sounds in “Miss Mungoe”. I wasn’t super excited about it in the beginning, it was mostly a means to an end, but it’s grown on me. 

6. What do you think is your biggest strength and biggest weakness in your writing?

I like to imagine my biggest strength lies in characterization, which is what I put the most effort into. I want the dialogue to fit the characters, and their actions to be believable. My biggest weakness I would say is that I sometimes get a little heavy on descriptions. 

7. Do you write original work, other than fanfiction?

I do! I’ve always wanted to publish a book of my own, and I’ve worked on different projects over the years, from short stories to longer novels. I write a lot in English, but recently I’ve started writing more and more in my native tongue as well. 

8. Do you find it difficult to work on several stories at once? 

Not really, it’s actually how I work best. I’ve always had a knack for working on several different projects at the same time, and I don’t feel it impairs me in any way. The variation, since it’s always several very different stories, helps me from getting into ruts. It actually reflects how I am as a reader: I can never just read one book at a time. I always have at least five, that I move between depending on my mood. 

9. Do you have a special ritual or certain things that you do when you write?

I need coffee as well as good music. I make playlists for the fics I’m working on, with appropriate songs to get into the right mood for writing. 

10. Do you refer to the original material often to help you when writing?

Yes, I make copious references to the canon material in my AU-stories. 

11. Is there an aspect that you don’t like about writing and posting fanfiction?

The entitlement of some of my readers, I think is my number one annoyance. I mostly get wonderful and supportive reviews and messages, but there will always be those who demand without giving much back, and who will hold me personally responsible if I don’t include a ship they want,or don’t take the story in the direction they want it to go. 

12. What is the biggest challenge for you when writing fanfiction?

Finding the time, honestly. I’ve also mentioned that I’m a non-native speaker, and even if I’ve got a degree in English and a pretty good grasp of the language, I still struggle sometimes, because my head will think in my native language and I’ll structure sentences that make no sense. 

13. What are your favourite fanfictions for the Gajevy pairing?

It’s been a while since I’ve been an active reader in this fandom, but I pop by from time to time. Here are some stories I keep coming back to read: 

‘Plans and Execution’ AuroraLeona
'Ironbound Paperbacks’ by Corrose
'Atheneum’ by Lionus 
'With the Tide’ by feari teiru
'Make Your Nest and Lay in It’ by Silver Inklett
'Misconceptions’ by Yssa B

14. Who are your top 5 writers that you would recommend to check out?

Choosing a top five in one fandom is difficult enough, but a top five out of all my favourites was extremely challenging, after 10 years with fanfiction. But here are some of those whose works I’ve read so many times I know some of them by heart, and who I would give my left arm to meet, let alone achieve a fraction of their skill: LoquaciousQuark (writes for Dragon Age), notbecauseofvictories (Lord of the Rings + original), leupagus (The Hobbit), Mira-Jade (everything from Marvel to Shakespeare) and tarysande (Mass Effect). 

For gajevy, the authors listed in the question above! 

15. You’ve written for many different fandoms, why is that? Which fandom do you prefer writing in?

It ties in with why I like to write several stories at once: I like to move about. If I write for the same fandom or the same characters for an extended time, I grow restless and my inspiration wanes. I tend to follow my inspiration wherever it takes me, and sometimes that means writing for a completely different fandom. 

My favourite is actually the One Piece fandom. I had a story there on hiatus for years, but the only thing I got was supportive messages, not a single disgruntled or demanding reader, and people were just generally lovely and kind. Some of the other fandoms I write for have a lot of issues with this. I have very little patience when it comes to dealing with entitled readers, but I can’t say I’ve ever come across that in the One Piece fandom. Maybe I’m just lucky, but that’s my experience, at least. 

16. Have you had unpleasant experiences with some of your readers?

Not really unpleasant, they’re mostly kind. I’ve had a few people disagree with how I’ve chosen to do things, but that’s about as close as I’ve gotten. 

17. Do you think there will be a time when you decide to stop writing fanfiction?

I don’t know, it depends on how my life turns out, I guess? Right now it’s a way for me to relax and unwind; I’m a full-time student working part-time, and writing fanfiction helps with stress. To be honest, I hope I never stop writing it, but at the same time I don’t know. 

18. If you could sum up your experience as a successful fanfiction writer in three words, what would they be?

Take. No. S***. 

19. Would you have any advice to aspiring writers?

Write. Just do it. One sentence a day or ten pages, it doesn’t matter, just keep writing. Start out with something small – drabbles, ficlets, what have you, and let yourself grow. Improve, take risks, read and reread your work and learn to love it. Dare to make mistakes, and if you do, take a breath and move on. And most importantly: write what you want, the way you want it. 

20. Anything to say to your readers and potential readers?

I write a lot for myself, but I also write for my readers. So thank you so much for your support; for being so lovely and for sticking with me even if I’ve got so many different projects going at once and I don’t focus all my energy on that one particular story you’d like me to update. Thank you for all the thoughtful messages and the fantastic artworks, and I only hope I can someday come close to deserving it! 

For potential readers: here there be crack-ships and AU. Tread lightly

Thank you for doing this interview and for your wonderful fanfiction! Check out her blog mungoe :)


I am honestly so ashamed of this fandom right now.

With Free! making it to the final round of the MTV fandom awards and the potential of getting some awesome recognition for this amazing series we all claim to love so much, I think now more than ever is a time for us to be banding together! We all know Free! is amazing, and what makes it so amazing is the characters and their relationships with one another. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM is unique and amazing in their own ways, and they each have very special and different relationships with one another. It’s a show about the beauty of friendship and teamwork…. and meanwhile, the fans are tearing each other apart about ships.

Pretty sad.

Why am I saying this now? Because a certain author has received a horribly bad response - including DEATH THREATS - in reaction to a scene in her fanfiction. (I think most of us may know the story, apparently it’s caused a lot of tumblr drama in the shipping tags).

This was a brilliant story by a brilliant writer. It had all the great components I look for when reading a fic: romance, humor, appropriate amount of angst, slow-build of the relationship, and characters very in-character for the situation. I was so in love with this story, and looked forward to the nearly daily updates. But she felt so threatened by the messages she received that she has decided to stop writing it. Which I totally don’t blame her for.

I have never heard of something so completely insane as sending death threats to an author over the direction she chose to take *HER* piece of work about *FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.* People are seriously crazy and need to calm the heck down. Haru, Rin, and Makoto are not real people, their lives will not be damaged and they will not be physically harmed because of the events of or the choices they make in a fan-fiction. The author on the other hand IS a real person with a REAL life and REAL FEELINGS that can be severely damaged, and can be made to feel very threatened (as evidenced here) by the feedback of their readers.

These people really need a reality check. It makes me wonder how they behave offline… Like, if someone criticizes their schoolwork or their performance at work, are they going to send their teacher/boss death threats?! No (or at least I’d hope not) because that is not acceptable to do, just as it isn’t acceptable to do here. Hiding behind the anonymity of a username doesn’t exempt you from being a decent human being.

Real people matter more than what ship is more “canon”… especially considering, hey, Free! is not actually yaoi and thus none of the pairings will ever be more than fan speculation. I don’t see why we can’t all appreciate a pairing even if it isn’t our cup of tea?

Also… if they don’t like it they should write their own fic, not take it out on the author. This is a product of the author’s imagination, and the author is free to take the story in whichever direction they want. THEY are the ones writing it, and one of the most important rules of writing is to write for YOURSELF, not to please others. There’s no way to please everyone so it’s silly to even try. You should write the story YOU would want to read, and the readers should appreciate the hard work and dedication that goes into that.

Ugh. I’m seriously just so put off right now by this nonsense.

Please get your act together, Free!dom.

Interacting With Fans~ 4/4 Blurbs

Hey guys so this was not requested but requests are always open 😋 (for those who are on a computer that was a cute smiley emoji) Enjoy!!


I was walking outside the venue, through the massive crowd of fans. My hood was up, trying to stay under the radar, but probably more sketchy than anything. That’s when I heard a heartbreaking sob coming from a girl up ahead. I frowned and pushed my way through the crowd, trying to get to the crying girl. I eventually got to a girl that was crying her heart out, and another girl sitting on the curb with her head buried in her hands.I cleared my throat and asked, “What’s the matter girls?” The one standing choked out, “Our tickets. They’re fake. We paid so much money for them and have been waiting for over a year for this concert, and it was all for nothing.” Another sob racked through her body and she walked over to her friend. I watched as the one girl tried consoling her friend, and it was absolutely heartbreaking. I can’t stand watching them like this anymore. I started walking over to them and pulled down my hood, completely revealing my face. I gently laughed as they stared at me like I had suddenly grown two heads. “I’m really sorry girls that’s happened. Do you maybe want to come backstage with me? I know it’s not the seats you paid for, but hey why not?” “Seriously? Really you would do that?!” I laughed and nodded, “Of course, so what do you say?” “YES! OMG thank you so so so much [Y/N]!” They started crying again and wrapped me in a big embrace. I laughed and wrapped and returned the hug. “Now come on, we should get there early if you want to meet the boys.” I went through security using my pass Ash gave me, I could hear the girls freaking out behind me. We walked down through the arena and to the dressing rooms where the boys would be. I poked my head through the door and smiled at the boys who were now wondering about my sudden appearance. “Hey guys, I have some girls that want to meet you.” I opened the door wider to reveal the girls. They stood there just staring at the guys, obviously dumbfounded at the situation. Ash was the first to get up and walked over to us. “Hey girls it’s nice to meet you.” The girls walked in and introduced themselves to the band and I stood back smiling. Ashton walked over to me and I smiled at him. “Hey the girls told me what happened, and I think it’s pretty awesome what you did.” “Hey, it was the least I could do. You should’ve seen them Ash, they were devastated.” Ash wrapped me in a hug and kissed me on the forehead. “I love you.” I snuggled my face in his chest and murmured, “I love you too.” We stood there for a few more moments, until I pushed him away, “Now go be with your fans.” Ashton giggled and pulled me over with him.


I sat on the catwalk waiting for the boys to get to the venue for the show. I was also a bit curious to see if anyone would notice me just sitting there on the stage. Surprisingly, it only took a few seconds before fans came running up to me. They were all so lovely and they gave me all sorts of things to give to the boys for them. They gave me their twitter usernames so I could followed them on twitter and also promised to get the boys to follow and DM them later. “[Y/N] is that Calum’s shirt?” I looked down at the old, tattered Green Day shirt that had to many holes to count. I smiled at the girl “Yeah it is.” “Aww you two are such a cute couple! Is he a good boyfriend?” I laughed and said “Yeah he’s absolutely wonderful, and I still don’t know what I did to deserve him.” All the girls cooed and I blushed, but my attention was drawn to all the screaming near the side of the arena. I stretched my neck and saw a familiar band walking through to the backstage. I smiled to the girls and said “That’s my cue to leave. Lovely meeting you girls!” I walked towards backstage, excited to tell Cal and the rest of the boys about their oh so lovable fans.


I was currently on tour with the boys and things couldn’t be more perfect. Right now, I was walking around the shopping mall with Liz, while the boys were doing sound check. Liz was in the middle of telling me one of the infamous embarrassing stories of Luke’s childhood, when I heard someone calling my name. I turned around to face the direction of voice, and I saw three of four girls run up to me. “Hi [Y/N]!” I smiled and waved at the girls greeting them in return. One of them asked “Can you sign some stuff and take a couple of pictures please?” I smiled at them and happily agreed. As I was signing stuff and taking pictures, I answered the occasional questions about the boys, but one question in particular stood out. “[Y/N]! If Luke were to cheat on you, not saying he would, but who would you like to see him with?” Who even asks something like that The girls held out their phones, recording me as they waited for my answer. I chuckled and shook my head and answered, “Michael Clifford.” The girls started squealing and bouncing up and down. One even yelled, “Muke af!” I smiled and took a picture with the last girl. I waved goodbye and walked back over to Liz who had wandered off. “Tell me Liz, are you Muke af?”


Lazy days are the best days, as Michael always says. We were half way through watching some over dramatic action movie and Michael had passed out on the couch, so I decided to steal his phone from him. I unlocked his phone, opening the Twitter app and went through his feed. I started a new tweet and posted a picture of him sleeping with the caption, “Well some one fell asleep ;( so I guess I have no choice but to muck around on his phone!- [Y/N]” I scrolled through his mentions and followed quite a few fans. I also DMed a few people and everyone was mostly nice except for a few, which I just laughed off. I scrolled through his timeline and saw a few tweets talking about how I was the best girlfriend in the world. I had always loved the fans, and it always made me smile to see them be accepting of me. I heard a groan and watched Michael toss and turn on the couch. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes with the sleeves of his sweater. “Hey babe, what’re you doing?” I smiled and crawled over to the spot next to him. I leaned against his chest and said “Talking to some fans.” He chuckled and kissed the back of my head. “On my phone?” “Mmhm but they know it’s me.” “Well how about I join.” I smiled and nodded. I held out the phone and snapped a picture of us and tweeted it with the caption, “Sleeping beauty has finally awoken ;P”. For the rest of the day we just relaxed and played around with the fans on twitter.

anonymous asked:


Hi there, Anonymous. I’m glad you dropped in for a visit. 

To start things off, I would like to remind you that you are entitled to your own opinion just as much as I am entitled to my own. The fact that you messaged Faberry negativity to someone with the username quinchelrps tells me that you don’t respect that, however, and that’s rather disheartening. There’s a reason why fandoms get so nasty towards one another and it’s because of things like this. While this message isn’t necessarily cruel, it is rude and completely unnecessary. I would also like to take this time to point out that whenever I post anything remotely negative about my antiships (finchel, quick, fabrevans, bram, klaine, etc.) I ALWAYS tag them appropriately. I don’t think it’s fair to attack a ships legitimate tag, so you being here was a choice triggered by none other than anger over a difference in opinions, which is ultimately why I chose to respond.

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