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all to myself: vlog 5

“It’s hard to be a vlogger when half your subscribers care more about your hot friends than you.”
- Y/N, from her April 23, 2016 vlog titled ‘Jimin shows his stupid abs 8 times (not clickbait)

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pairing: jimin x reader, yoongi x reader
warning: smut

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Six Sentence Sunday >> Forever Lies Beyond the Tracks >> Chapter 15

Sorry for the late update, guys! Here’s a six sentence sunday to tide you over while I decide on finishing touches. Let me know what you thought!


He laughs, shaking his head ever so slightly as he stares me down. “We’re more than that, Katniss. We’re more than that and you know it.”

“Really?” I ask him sharply.  “Because last night I was your paid whore.”

He winces. “Katniss,” he says, reaching a hand out towards me, “you know I didn’t mean that. I know it’s no excuse, but I was drunk and hurt and angry.”

I slap his hand away with such force that I stumble backwards. “I don’t want to talk to you any more than I want to screw you.”

Rainy Days: Josh Dun imagine part 5

A/N: Hello friends! I’m so excited and happy that you are enjoying this series. There’s a lot more to come, and I’m as excited as you guys are. I’m trying my best to keep it gender neutral and I’m hopefully going to add in some more characters too. Special thanks to @sebastianstan-crazed and all you guys! I love y’all so much and thank you for everything you do. Hope you enjoy! Xoxo

Part 1: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/152921350232/rainy-days-josh-dun-imagine-part-1
Part 2: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/152976236092/rainy-days-josh-dun-imagine-part-2
Part 3: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/153023021132/rainy-days-josh-dun-imagine-part-3
Part 4: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/153060880722/rainy-days-josh-dun-imagine-part-4

That night you and Josh finished your truth or dare game with texting, deciding to just create it into honesty hour. While Josh ended up sharing a couple details about his relationship with Debby, you opened up about your first kiss and a couple insecurities. You ended up telling him about how didn’t really have that many friends, other than Sarah, and even still, she wasn’t always around all the time. You complained about the annoying asshole boys who went out of their way to shove you in the hallway. You talked about how you always wore sweatshirts and your hair in your face not because you liked it, but because you were shy and wished sometimes you could just hide yourself from the world. Josh talked to you, telling you it would get better and boosted your confidence, telling you really sweet things and how great you were, which you doubted, but coming from Josh, you took it into consideration. You ended up accidentally falling asleep texting him, and that’s how you ended up calling him that morning before going to school.

“Hey it’s y/n. Sorry if I woke you up,” you greeted.

“No it’s fine. I’m up for a little while actually,” he reassured. “I’m drinking coffee.”

“Nice,” you chuckled.

“So what do I owe the pleasure of receiving a phone call from the lovely y/n?” he inquired.

“Shut up,” you teased. “I just wanted to apologize. I ended up falling asleep last night and that’s why I wasn’t responding. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it,” he answered. “I was just afraid you might’ve gotten kidnapped or murdered or abducted by aliens or something.”

“Nah, I’m still here. Perfectly fine,” you responded. “Just a tad tired.”

“Good,” he added. “I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” you blushed. Thank goodness you’re on the phone and not in person.

“Are you getting ready for school? What are you doing?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Getting dressed actually.”

“Are you going to take my advice?” he questioned.

“What?” you forgot what advice he was referring to.

“Wear a band shirt today,” he suggested. “For me.”

“If you insist,” you rolled your eyes. “I think I’ll wear a My Chemical Romance one.”

“And ripped jeans too,” he begged. “Please?”

“Since when did you become my fashion stylist?” you joked.

“I’m just making a friendly suggestion,” he reminded. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” you reassured.

“Okay,” he sighed. “I just, I don’t know. I think you should be comfortable and cozy when you’re in school. You shouldn’t change what you wear just cause of what other people think. I mean, you’re never wearing a sweatshirt when you’re around me. And your hair’s not in your face.”

“Because I’m comfortable around you,” you blurted out. You only realized what you had said until you already finished the sentence.

“Thanks,” he told you. “I’m glad you are. I just want you to be happy.”

“Yeah,” you swallowed uncomfortably. You’re happy when you’re around Josh, your brain whispered in the back of your mind. You couldn’t remember the last time you were happy while you were in school since, well, forever.

“Hey, what time do you have to be at school?” Josh inquired. “I can drive you if you want.”

“I think my mom’s going to drive me,” you explained. “But thank you. A lot.”

“No problem,” he murmured. “Have a great day, y/n.”

“I’ll try,” you giggled. “Will I be at study table afterschool?” That had been your excuse for spending so much time with Josh afterschool, and your parents had bought into it.

“Sure,” he decided with a laugh.

The day went by a lot better than usual. Now with more confidence and after taking some advice from Josh, it made school not that bad. In fact, a handful of people actually complimented you on your band shirt and said you looked nice with your hair out of your face. Sarah even said you looked particularly gorgeous, which was quite the compliment coming from the queen of beauty herself. It was afterschool and you were walking to your locker, relieved to be out of your algebra class. However, when you reached the hallway, you couldn’t escape the stupid asshole boys.

As soon as one of them forcefully shoved you into the locker, feeling a little bit of sudden crazy confidence rising up within you, you pushed him back, glaring at him. “Fuck off,” you warned.

“Woah! You talk?” he raised his eyebrows. It was your first time actually getting a good look at him. He had fierce blue eyes and a devilish smile, Nike t-shirt, and fancy basketball shoes.

“What you wearing today bitch, huh?” the other boy asked, and you studied him, brown eyes and curly hair, sly smile and a sports jersey.

“Some emo band,” blue eyes laughed.

“Pathetic,” brown eyes spat in your face. You looked up at him, disgusted, wiping his saliva off your forehead and daring to speak.

“Leave me alone, dickhead,” you argued, trying to shove him away, but instead he just grabbed your wrist, clamping on tight.

“Ouch!” you cried out, trying to move away, but he only pulled you closer to him. Your face was only centimeters away from his and he grinned.

“Are you all dressed up for me, hmm?” you heard someone whisper in your ear, hands on your hips, something, no, someone, behind you. You turned around, blue eyes so close to your face if you moved so much as a millimeter you’d kiss him. You held back a gag and closed your eyes. Fuck, why did you even think for a second that speaking up would be a good idea? You mentally cursed at yourself.

“Leave. Me. Alone!” you tried again, this time kicking blue eyes in the crotch behind you and body slamming brown eyes across the hallway. You watched him collide with a locker face first, and you grinned, looking behind you and realizing blue eyes was hunched over and gasping for air. You laughed, a cheerful smile on your face, when everything just decided to get ten times worse.

“Hey!” you heard a teacher shout. “Y/n! Come with me! Right now!”

“What?” your eyes grew wide, taking a step back and staring at the teacher with arms folded staring at you. “I didn’t do anything!”

“I just saw you,” they argued. “Come with me. Right now. I’m not going to tell you again.”

So that’s how you found yourself in the principal’s office afterschool, the same principal who ended up calling your parents and later issued you a two-day suspension. Your parents confiscated your phone, which made you devastated because how the hell were you supposed to text or call Josh, and only infuriated you more, because it wasn’t even your fault in the first place. All you did was fight for your respect and they harassed the fuck out of you and ended up getting off the hook without even a simple warning. It was extremely frustrating and exhausting, and you ended up crying into your pillows, bedroom door locked out of rebellion, earbuds blasting Black Veil Brides on an old iPod you found in your room.

On top of all the shit that happened today, you couldn’t even talk to anyone about it. You couldn’t even contact Josh. This only made you cry harder, and yeah, you looked pathetic and dumb, but you couldn’t help it. And to think that everything before today was going perfect. Ha, you should’ve known better. You groaned loudly, pressing the volume button to go higher even though it was already as loud as possible. That’s when you felt one of your earbuds get yanked out of your ear, and you jolted up, startled, because last you checked, that door was locked. Your wide eyes searched the room, before landing on the figure taking a seat beside you on your bed. Was that-

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he murmured, dark brown eyes filled with concern and hurt.

“Holy shit, Josh!” you exclaimed, yanking out your other earbud as you hit your head on the wall. “How the hell did you get in my room?”

“Calm down,” he laughed. “Your window was unlocked. You okay?”

“But my parents…” you began, now starting to wonder how long he had been here and when he arrived to your pity party sob fest.

“They won’t hear us if you be quiet,” he reminded. “But hey, what’s the matter?” He placed a hand on your shoulder, eyes looking into yours.

“I just had a really shitty day,” you sniffled, wiping away your tears. You must look like an idiot. You cursed yourself in your mind, for probably the thousandth time in the past hour, taking in a shaky breath in attempt to relax.

“It’s going to be okay,” Josh reassured, pulling you in for a hug. Damn, he felt so warm and soft and cuddly and amazing. He felt absolutely spectacular and it was the kind of hug that made you want to melt in his arms and stay there forever, bundled in pure safety and comfort, the combination of his steady breathing and heartbeat enough to calm your anxiety for years. “I’m here now. I promise I’ll take care of you. It’s going to get better.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled into the fabric of his t-shirt, wrapping your arms around him tighter. “I’m just a mess and I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Don’t say that,” he shook his head, rubbing small circles on your back, hushing away your choked sobs. “Listen, whatever’s wrong you can tell me. I’ll listen. I’ll try to help in whatever way I can.”

“I don’t know,” you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hold back any more tears.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, releasing the embrace and looking into your eyes. “I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere else. If you ever need someone, I’ll always be here.” He leaned in, kissing you lightly on the forehead, then hugged you again.

“Thank you,” you took a deep breath and released the hug, leaning back against the wall, trying to regain your senses. “You didn’t have to-”

“You didn’t respond to any of my texts or calls, and I got worried,” he explained. “I’m sorry I got through your window and in your bedroom and everything. I know I could probably get arrested for that and stuff and I just totally invaded your privacy, but I was extremely scared and I didn’t know. I thought something might’ve happened to you and I needed to know if you were okay. You weren’t at school and I panicked. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. Really,” you managed a chuckle. “Thanks so much for coming. I don’t know what I’d do without you sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” he raised an eyebrow playfully.

“All the time,” you rolled your eyes.

“Come here,” he laughed. “You need to get some rest. Lay down. Take a nap.”

“No,” you frowned, laying your head on the pillow as Josh pulled the blankets over you and tucked you in gently. He was so sweet.

“Why not?” he wondered.

“Then you’ll be gone,” you admitted. “And I don’t want you to leave.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he shrugged, standing up off the bed. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Please stay,” you pleaded, tugging on the fabric of his shirt like a little kid. “I don’t want to be left alone. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Josh shook his head. “I’d love to stay with you.” He gave a faint smile and pulled up an edge of the blankets, the mattress dipping as he laid down beside you, and you slid over to give him room.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“No problem,” he replied. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, and you relaxed in his arms. He was so warm and cozy. “Your bed’s pretty comfy.”

“You’re pretty comfy,” you yawned sleepily.

“Thanks,” he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “Now get some sleep. That way you can wake up tomorrow, forget about today, and start again.” You both grew quiet, and without Andy Biersack shouting in your ears, you realized it was raining outside. The rhythmic pitter patter of raindrops on your roof helped you relax more, and you found your head tucked underneath Josh’s chin, his fingers somehow getting tangled in your hair, your small exhales blowing onto his neck.

“Goodnight,” you whispered. “I love you.” You mouthed the last three words inaudibly, eyes closed, beginning to get really tired. You couldn’t tell if saying that to him would make things better or only worse, and you decided not to risk it. You had already fucked up enough things today. You sighed, cuddling closer to Josh, starting to drift off into sleep. If only you had the guts to actually say it, maybe then you’d find out.

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Speechless Part 8!

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~2 years later~

‘Well, as you all know I have had a girlfriend for a couple years now, and you all know her and love her, especially since she had gotten a spot on the show.” Jensen hesitated a second as the crowd began to cheer.  “She’s really changed my life, she made it.. hm.. she made it more vibrant, more lively, and I couldn’t ask for more even if I wanted to.” Jensen answered looking at the fan.

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anonymous asked:

Excuse me, hello...... I was wondering, if Star ever leaves you boys would you consider me as a replacement? I promise I won't be any trouble, I can keep your secrets forever.

All four vampires snickered and laughed. Marko even put his arm up over his mouth to hide half his face, while Paul snapped his fingers in the air and looked at David.

“There’s a little more to it than that,” David replied.  “A little hard to make that judgement when I can’t see you.”

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Nate invited me to have some dinner with him and his friends, aka the Jacks, Sam and Swazz. I felt a little weird being the only girl, but I couldn’t care less. “So, what do you want eat?” Nate asked me as he placed his hand on my thigh.

“I don’t know… Never been here. Is it good?” I asked him while looking through the menu.

He groaned. “It’s the best thing! I’ll order for you. I know what you like.” Nate said while winking. I nodded in agreement and joined the conversation.

I felt someone next to me pat my shoulder and I faced Sam. We kindly smiled at each other. “Like the restaurant?” He asked me.

“Yeah, it’s cute. Is the food good here?” I asked Sam.

He nodded and smiled, coming closer to me to whisper something in my ear. I furrowed my brows. “This food is so good that it’ll haunt you forever.”

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One Day

Characters: Barry Allen, Caitlin Snow

Pairing: Snowbarry

Summary: A seemingly regular day at S.T.A.R labs, turned out to be not so regular after all.

He entered the lab at his normal pace, that is, in a flash, went straight for one of the several chairs behind the computers and sat down heavily, making the chair slide several feet away on its wheels. Smiling goofily, he glanced at the only occupant of the lab, quickly opened the take-out box of sushi and dug in enthusiastically. 

Several mouthfuls later, he looked up curiously at her, sitting one chair down, hair blown back with the gust of air he brought with her, lost deep in her thoughts. There were only two lights on in the room and it was more shadows than light. Her face was glowing with the light from the monitor screen, her eyes slightly wide. He was sure she wasn’t even aware of his arrival, so deep in her mind she was. It was something pleasant, he could tell. There was this slight uplift of her lips, a dazed smile that gave her thoughts away. He could not help smiling himself. 

Looking at her now, who would have believed she was the girl from a year earlier, with grim expressions and melancholic eyes, someone who felt like her responsibility to protect everything and everyone ever since she was not able to save that one person. Someone who had been blaming herself for the death of that person and for whom getting out of bed each morning, defeating the crippling grief and fighting to make space for others was a daily challenge. 

Not anymore, he thought with happy satisfaction. 

She changed. She overcame all her fears and nightmares and they have only made her stronger. She started smiling more, cracking jokes, trying to come up with meta nicknames, even did karaoke. She started living her life again instead of bearing it. And he liked this Caitlin, this open, sensitive and caring person with her intelligence and bursting ideas that never cease to amaze him with their brilliance. 

He cleared his throat loudly to get her attention. It didn’t work. She kept staring at the base of the screen, with that same little smile. He pushed his chair closer to hers. 

“Caitlin?” he called softly. 

Nothing. She was too deep in her thoughts. 

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GOT7ing - Game-ing Highlights

- [starts watching without subs] OMG WTF THEY’RE YELLING MARKSON AND CLAPPING ITS HAPPENING PEOPLE IM GONNA PASS OUT ITS HAPPENIGN [watching again with subs] haha false alarm guys hahah :) [cries internally]

- jb honey i know you just got back but them shades make you look like a suburban mom im sorry

- park yu being a lil shit to 2jae in the blindfold line 

- nVM IT WAS NOT A FALSE ALARM PEOPLE GOODBYE MARKSON IS FUCKING EVERYWHERE

- mark: [wraps his arms around jackson’s neck] js: [pushes his hands away] mark: bitch rude

- got7 conga lining into the room escape

- [everyone else screeching at the top of their lungs/begging to go home before the game starts] yugs: can u guys not

- [got7 freaking the fuck out when the lights go off] escape room dude: you guys srsly need to calm tf down

- them camera guys get to be locked in a room with got7 for an hour lucky bastards

- [lights go back on and jackson is lying on the floor] me: haha this guy, always being so dramatic [jackson: is still lying there after 5 mins] wtf did he actually faint

- mark kneeling beside an unconscious jackson and reenacting the beach scene from the little mermaid

- [escape room guys try to scare them] jackson: “we’re adults. this doesn’t scare us” yeah says the guy who literally fainted on the floor 30 seconds ago

- js: “wait a minute, let’s calm down” BOI AT LEAST THEY DIDN’T PASS OUT

- “no i’m not using the hint. i just want to talk” jackson wang are yOU SRS RN

- youngjae: [sings bang bang bang while laughing and swinging a gun around] if this was real you guys would be locked in here forever

- HOly fuck omg ok that image of the ghost girl on the tv nearly got me shitting in my pants 

- jackson: [starts pinching her face thru the tv] BOI IF YOU DONT

- ok but that ghost girl is really unsettling if she moves i swear to god i am closing the tab

- jackson: “wasn’t i great? give me compliments” youngjae: lmao bitch please jackson: [picks up the phone] excuse me i just witnessed my own murder

- jackson: “i did well today. i was really great right” everyone: [ignores him] js: pls guys just want to feel loved :’(((

- bambam: [sits on yugyeoms lap with his legs spread open] excuse me yugbam but can we keep this pg pls you guys are literally 5

- staff: “congrats boys !!you guys made it on time !!” got7′s staff are liars

Excuse me while I spend the rest of the night laughing.

My Nemo, my special little guy, sleeps on the VCR/DVD player that sits on top of one of my bookshelves. Just now, he slipped off the machine (in his sleep) and fell behind the shelf. I heard some rustling and then he popped out on the second level, in between some books. 

Dudes, I’m still laughing.