he tweeted a photo of his face

So I finally went through omgeverythingplease and here are things that I didn’t know
  • Bitty is OBSESSED with food. OBSESSED.
  • Boy has a *problem*
  • Like I know we like to headcanon that Bitty goes into some sort of media, but he’s more likely to become a food critic. Basically he’s more into the “baking” part of “baking vlog” than the “vlog” part.
  • Holster is a grumpy messy bitch.
  • For real, the team seriously debated who was grumpier: Jack or Holster
  • (for like, a hot second, before the answer became obvious)
  • (It’s Jack. Jack is the grumpiest)
  • Ransom and Bitty are very close friends. Close enough that Bitty chirps Holster that he’s being replaced via tweet.
  • Ransom and Bitty get PSLs from “ ‘Bucks”.
  • That is a quote. Eric Richard Bittle has called Starbucks, ‘Bucks.
  • (I bet he calls Target, Tar-zhay too)
  • This one was a bit more analytical: we found out about Jack coaching peewee via Bitty’s twitter
  • Bitty is the one who tells us that the Jack says the kids call him “Coach Z”
  • Because Bitty is the one who typed out the tweet, if the kids called Jack “Coach Zed”, he would have spelled out “Zed.”
  • Therefore we can assume that the kids called Jack “Coach Zee” and not “Coach Zed”
  • However this revelation by Jack was immediately followed by a debate over Zee vs. Zed. So who really knows?
  • I still don’t know how either of them pronounces “pecan”
  • More after the cut because this is getting long

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uhhh but guys u know how louis’s voice was quiet in that video?? well what if harry and the smol twins were sleep on the other side of the room,,,.. like they fell asleep watching the brits bc they were playing with their brother/brother in law all day, so by the time evening/night came around they were all tuckered out. and louis didn’t have the heart to wake them up bc they all looked cute :( and :( soft :( so he posted the video (after taking 1000 photos of the kids all snuggled around harry) and then what if he woke harry up with soft kisses all over his face and he’s just like, “we won, love” and then harry, who is still v soft and sleepy, kisses him fr and is like “of course we did.” so they properly get the kiddos settled in bed, and then harry finally gets around to tweeting (after sending a bunch of thank u texts and emojis to liam) when him and louis get settled down in their room like um does anyone else wanna Pass Out Right Now or????

Consider The Coconut - Lin Manuel x Reader

Request: If requests are open, can you write a fic where Lin gets too used to stealing y/n’s chapstick and then he accidentally uses it when it happens to have a color tint to it. I’m sorry if that was confusing! But I hope that made sense and that your day goes wonderfully!

Word Count: 1585ish

Author’s Note: Sorry this request took so long! I hope whoever the anon was who submitted it enjoys it! Thanks to @secretschuylersister, she’s the best and helped me a lot with this one.  #bestofwivesandbestofwomen Also, this video is important. And as always, let me know if you see any mistakes. 

Warnings: Fluff

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3,459 Miles ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Reader X Jack Maynard X Conor Maynard X Jack’s ex

Word Count:  1043

Summary: Reader in love with Jack but lives in New York, Jack’s gf cheated on him. Conor calls the reader in concern and she flys out.

Requested: Yhas

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Originally posted by conorshickey


It’s not every day you find yourself running through the airport with a duffle bag, shouting apologises at people whom bang bags with, but let’s be honest you wouldn’t be doing this if you only booked the flight only an hour ago.

Why are you running again?

Well this is why.

Two hours before…

You were editing a video you had done, where you talked about the meaning of some photos on your phone. Most of them were pictures of you and buttercream squad, you used to live in London around a year ago but you had to move to New York due to this amazing opportunity with bring out your own makeup.

You lived in an apartment with the love of your life, Jack Maynard. Unfortunately, he saw you as his best friend and had an amazing girlfriend called Lilly, however when you moved, Jack moved out and into an apartment with Josh and Conor. Luckily, your other best friend had moved with you and had left her boyfriend, Conor behind. She was actually out in London now visiting Conor and secretly looking for apartment for the both of you, your two year New York move had been cut to a year and you wanted to get back to London so bad.

You missed the buttercream squad so much that it was starting to drive you insane, you speak to them every day and actually FaceTime them every week but Jack had stopped texting/face timing you two months ago. It hurt like a bitch when Jack had ignored all your texts and declined your calls, the boys didn’t know what had happened either and cornered Jack into telling them only to get “Fuck off, it’s none of your business.”

It leads to a lot of shit on twitter too, your fans and Jack’s fan had noticed you guys hadn’t tweeted each other every day or had posted pictures of each other for throwback Thursday or had funny face competitions on Snapchat. The fans shipped you two together since he first appeared in your YouTube video you posted at 19, it did cause arguments for both you and Jack when you had got into a relationship.

Jack may never mention you in his YouTube videos anymore but you did, you just edited a photo of you and Jack laugh with mud and cream all over the two of you. That day was one weird ass day but you loved it.

Just as you were placing the photo on the video your phone rang and the older Maynard sibling ID showed up.

“Hmm what have I won to get a call Mr. Maynard.” You teased.

“Y/N.” Conor spoke.

“What? What’s happened? Is everyone okay?” You rambled into the phone in panic, Conor never called you by your name it was always pinkie or shorty; Your name means something had happened.

“Jack and Lilly broke up.”

You felt happiness build up inside you but it crashed down when you realised Conor sounded angry. “What happened?”

“You know he stopped speaking to you two months ago? Well turns out it’s because she had cheated on him. He has been getting drunk and staying in hotels when he was ‘seeing Lilly’, Y/N I’m worried about him. Please help me.” Conor pleaded.

“Pick me up from the airport tomorrow morning.” And with that you hung up and flung yourself off the bed, booking a flight, texting Conor what time to pick you up, packing a duffle bag, jumping in a cab and catching the flight.

Present time…

Running outside the aiport you noticed a sleepy Conor leaning against his car with Y/B/F/N standing next to him. Conor was the first one to notice you and walked slowly towards you opening his arms for you to run into.

No greetings were said, pulling out the hug you jumped in the car and watched Conor drive through the streets till you reached the Maynard/Pieter’s apartment. Conor nodded at you and you jumped out the car and run up the stairs to the apartment, pulling out the spare key the boys gave you before you left to New York you let yourself in.

The apartment was silent besides the sound of someone crying, Josh, Conor and Y/B/F/N had left the apartment to give you and Jack some time. Taking your shoes off, you walked towards Jack’s room and listened to the cries that were escaping his mouth.

Frowning you opened his door to see something that made you want to break into tears, Jack’s room was trashed, bottles of alcohol were on the floor, and Jacks shaking body was crashed onto his bed. You silently closed the floor and made your way to his bed, crawling onto it you grabbed Jack by his shoulder causing him to jump and turn to face you.

You stared at each other in silent before he tackled you into a hug, his head in your neck as his hold body shook with sobs. “Sh, I’m here. I’m here now.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Jack repeated into your neck, tightening his hold on you.

“Nothing to be sorry for, it’s okay Jack.” You whispered hands running in his hair.

“Don’t leave me, please Y/N. Don’t leave me.”

“Jack.” You spoke softly, Jack brought his head up staring at you. “I didn’t travel 3,459 miles just to leave you. I’m not leaving anytime soon; I’ll be here till you get sick of me. I promise you.”

Jack smiled at you with a look in his eyes you couldn’t make it, “Can we just lay here and cuddle?”

Nodding your head, you climbed into his bed with Jack. You lay on your back while Jack placed his arm over you and stuffed his head in the crook of your neck, smiling down at him you placed a hand in his hair playing with it.

“Get some sleep Jack, I’ll be here when you wake up.” You whispered kissing his head while he nodded.

You laid in silence running your hand through his hair, feeling your eye closing feeling sleep crash down on you. Just before you went into dreamland you heard Jack mutter something.

“Travelled 3,459 miles to make sure I was okay; I knew I loved her.”


Last imagine today…. aslo @purple-alien-monkey is this fluffy enough or shall I make another one ;)

so, after being on synthetic ice for the first time today i would like to propose:

the falcs doing PR, and they’ve set up a synth rink to like… show off or something? do a few puck drills and net a few goals before talking to the camera, that sort of thing.

they were told in advance that it would be synth ice, because there was a womens game on their rink or something. all of them were told it was just like skating on real ice, they’d be fine, but they’d have some time before the media arrived to give it a go

but, media being media, there were people there early, from local papers and all of that. they were there to witness what is now known as “the unmentionable press day”

first on is jack, always ready to get on the ice, ready first in his skates and falcs jacket with his falcs shirt on underneath. jeans, because that’s how he is. he makes his running jump like he does on the rink, two steps towards the ice, then launch, and. and.

he makes it to the centre mark. on his face.

marty next, manages two steps before he gets cocky and tries to build up speed. there’s a thud as he hits the synth ass-first. jacks rolled up to sitting, laughing (the photographers do in fact take many photos of this rare sight) at his fellow A.

then thirdy. much more cautious, he’s seen the other two. he steps on, takes a few steps forward, hand over the barrier - not touching, but ready. he takes another step, trips over a join between two of the panels. ends up hanging over the barrier, legs in a half split.

all three of them are laughing at this point, jack and marty are still on the ground

then comes tater, boundless enthusiasm, skating along almost with ease until he reaches the end, tries to turn. he lifts his foot for a crossover, and a yelp is heard back in the changing area as his remaining foot slides out, then the thud as he hits the ground.

the rest of the team are very cautiously sticking their heads out of the makeshift tunnel to see what the hell just happened. at least two are almost falling over because they’re laughing so hard.

jack manages to get to his feet, holding back laughter, the steely focus visible on his face. he stays up, wiggles his feet a little. manages to stay upright.

then snowy comes on. snowy launches himself onto the ice just like jack had, but somehow, somehow he stays upright. he makes it to the opposite wall, turns to look at everyone, shrugs a little at their questioning expressions.

everyone else wobbles their way on with varying levels of success.

the cameras of each and every photographer is checked by george herself, and all photos and videos from the warm up deleted, but at least one video makes it to twitter.

a tweeted picture of jack, shaky-legged and looking absolutely terrified, becomes the smh group chat icon for at least two months.

Of Old Memories And Future Moments

Surprise! A wild phanfic has appeared! I was watching PINOF8 when suddenly I had a moment of inspiration so I wrote this oneshot. Hope you like it!

summary: “Rummage inside Phil’s bedside drawer‘‘ it said. Oh no. What would have happened if Dan had found something more interesting than a lip-balm inside Phil’s bedside drawer?

word count: 2.6k

no trigger warnings


They had been filming Phil Is Not On Fire 8 for some time when…

’‘Wait a minute, wait a minute,” Dan said, pulling Phil aside so he could read the screen better “Rummage inside Phil’s bedside drawer, okay!” he exclaimed, rapidly moving towards it while Phil repeatedly saying “no” and trying to stop his friend.

Dan opened it and found a lip-balm which he picked up and exageratedly spoke to Phil, “How pale are you?”

Phil didn’t even have time to respond before Dan threw the lip-balm inside the drawer again and searched for something more he could show to the camera.

The black haired boy was still, not even daring to move a muscle. He wanted to stop Dan before he found something he didn’t really want him to see but it was too late.

“Phil, why…?” Dan looked at him, two pieces of a ripped photo on his hands, which he slowly put together to properly see the picture.

It was a photo of them back in 2012, before everything went down. It was a selfie of both of them, happily smiling at the camera while Dan’s hand squeezed both of their faces together. He remembers it well.

They had been a surprisingly warm Autumn day and they had been sightseeing London for hours when they stopped in Hyde Park for a rest, the sun was setting and not many people where there, only a few birds tweets could be heard. They sat under a tree, their thights touching while their backs were resting against the tree trunk, a pile of orange and red leaves around them.

“Let’s take a selfie to remember this day…” Dan said, taking the pocket size digital camera they had been carrying around all day.

Phil leaned a bit closer so he could fit into the frame, not really wanting to invade Dan’s personal space. Even though they had been together for a few years, he knew Dan didn’t like getting his personal space invaded, and he respected it.

“Phil, don’t be silly, get closer!” Dan laughed at him, one of his hands reaching his cheek to squish their faces together, not a centimetre left between them. Phil felt relieved and he finally allowed himself to smile properly before a flashing light blinded him.

He didn’t even have time to change his pose when he saw another flash of light, this time Dan’s lips on his cheek, giving him a peck.

“I really want to print these two, I really like them… what do you think Phil?” Dan’s voice brough him back to earth, shaking his head a bit and looking at the camera screen. They really were good photos.

“Yeah, I like them too. We look so happy, you make me so happy…” Phil whispered, giving Dan a peck on the cheek as the brown haired had done a few moments ago.

“You make me happy too…” Dan told him before kissing him hard against the tree trunk. Their kiss only ended when the last sun rays soaking their faces faded away, letting them know that the day was over even if they didn’t want it to end.

“Dan…” Phil’s timid voice brought him back to the moment they were now. Dan looked at him and then back at the picture which he still had in his hands, sad and hurtful memories clouding his mind now. His eyes were starting to water, not really wanting to recall the horrible argument that lead them to their break-up back in 2012, and how Dan had ripped that picture…

It was to much. The pressure was to much. After the “Valentine’s Video” had leaked a few days ago Dan couldn’t handle the comments he was receiving. He couldn’t imagine this was happening. And yes, in his mind it was all Phil’s fault, even though deep down he knew it wasn’t but he didn’t have anyone else to blame that’s why he was screaming at him right now. 

“Why did you even film that stupid video?” his voice sounded around the living room while he paced around.

Phil didn’t even respond, to scared to confront Dan, so he just shrugged his shoulders, making him smaller in the sofa seat.

“You knew I wasn’t ready to come out, and yet you outed us with that video! What made you think you had the right to do that, eh?” Dan’s face was red, he was angrier that he had ever been.

This time Phil tried to defend himself, “Because you are my boyfriend and I wanted to thank you and show how much I love you, that’s why I made the video and it leaked because of a YouTube glitch, it wasn’t my fault!”

Dan wasn’t listening as he was too angry to think clearly, he was still conviced Phil had made this all happen.

“Well, it’s a strange way to show how much you love me, making a video of pure bullshit so everyone can know what a happy couple we are when we aren’t!” Dan said, grabbing the photo of them squeezing their faces together that was resting in the bookshelf and shoving it into Phil’s face before ripping it in half and throwing the pieces onto the floor.

Phil’s face fell as soon as he saw Dan ripping the picture. He looked at the pieces that were now lying on the floor before speaking up “Are you not happy with me?”

“What?” Phil’s question took him surprisedly, he didn’t expect to hear that from the blue eyed.  

“Are you not happy with me? I don’t want to be the one who makes unhappy, you don’t deserve that…” Phil spoke, his timid voice was loud enough so Dan could hear it.

“Damnit Phil! No, I’m not happy! I told you I was but no, I’m not and I don’t think I have ever been” Dan lied, still angered about the video thing, wanting to hurt Phil as much as he had hurt him, even though it was not the same.

Phil let a tear slide down his cheek and quickly cleaned it with his hand, hoping Dan didn’t notice. And he was right, because Dan keept screaming at him.

“I tried to be happy but you just keep doing things that made me wonder why do I like you! This was the last straw Phil… We should break up.” Dan’s last words were almost quiet, he didn’t meant to voice those word. They were a lie. But his brain  and his anger weren’t cooperating.

Phil lifted his head and looked at his brown eyes, “let me fix this, you are my best friend too, I cannot lose you Dan…” he pleaded him, taking a few steps forward and trying to grab his hands, but thinking it twice about it Phil retracted them to he side.

Dan considered what Phil was asking him. He didn’t really want to lose his best friend either. So he took a deep breath and responded “let me think about it, and yes, you are gonna fix this because if you don’t we are done.”

And with that Dan left the room, letting Phil sat back down on the sofa with his head buried in his hands before picking up the ripped picture and saving it in his bedside drawer, where he knew Dan would never find it.

Dan remembers now how Phil had stayed days and nights trying to take down every single video and hurtful comment that he could find, trying to fix it. To fix them. He also recalls Phil’s voice, asking for forgiveness and trying to get back together, but Dan couldn’t handle it. Not anymore. He was still angry at Phil, angry at himself, for being insecure, for not trusting him enough  .So, not really wanting to lose Phil he agreed to stay as friends until today.

“Dan…” the blue eyed’s voice brought him back to reality, fixing his gaze in the clear blue orbs that were watering. Oh no.

“Why did you save it? After I hurt you so much why did you?” Dan questioned him. Phil didn’t know that he had lied all those years ago and he decided he was going to tell him, but he needed to hear Phil’s statement first.

“Yeah, you are right, you hurt me with your words but I hurt you too. You said I made you unhappy, but I kept staring at that picture and I knew our smiles were real. We were happy. I didn’t know what I did to make you so miserable so I’m sorry for whatever I did…” Phil took a breath before continuing, “I saved the picture because deep down I knew I had made you happy at some point in our relationship, the laughs and smiles of that day couldn’t be fake, I know they weren’t. So that’s why it was in my bedside drawer, because everytime I feel down, even though it hurts, I look at and compare it to many of the photos I see of you on Tumblr to see if you have the same smile as you did. And you have it. You have the same smile and I realized that even though we are not together you are happy and that’s what matters.”

Dan was crying, he didn’t expect those words from Phil. He hadn’t done anything wrong, and he still was beating himself up because Dan had lied all those years ago. He just wanted Dan to be happy, and Dan hadn’t done anything to thank him.

“Phil no,” Dan said, leaving the picture on the bed and hugging his friend, who circled his arms around his waist, bringing him in a much needed hug. “Phil, I’m sorry and you are gonna hate me for this but I lied to you all those years ago.”

“What?” Phil whispered, trying to untangle from the hug but Dan didn’t let him.

“I lied to you. I was happy with you. You made me happy. I lied because I was hurt. After the video leaked and I read all those comments I was angry and I wanted to hurt you too. I knew it wasn’t your fault but I was still a kid and I didn’t know how to react… I was in such a bad place with uni and then this, it had been all too much to handle and I eneded up balming you and hurting you. I’m sorry Phil, I’m so sorry.” Dan was fully sobbing now, his face buried on Phil’s neck, whiskers smugged.

Phil was silently crying too, not really making any noise so Dan wouldn’t have to worry about him either. Dan was right. He had been a kid when all of that happened, and even though their relationship had been strong the pressure of fame and the comments had hurt, leading Dan to break their relationship so he didn’t had to deal with all of it. He had been in a bad place then, but Phil understood everything now.

“Dan, shhh Dan… I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.” Phil tried to calm him down, but it didn’t seem to be doing much. “I understand now why you did what you did. I understand. I’m sorry too.”

“But Phil you have nothing to be sor…” Dan tried to explain himself but the blue eyed didn’t let him.

“No, Dan, don’t try to excuse me” Phil grabbed Dan’s head and made him look into his eyes, “you have grown so much since that happened, we both have. I made mistakes too, I hurt you too, and we have learnt from them…”

“I’m glad our friendship was strong enough so I wouldn’t lose you.” Dan whispered to Phil, hanging his head down and picking the discarded photo again, putting the pieces together to look at the picture again. He wasn’t crying anymore, but some of the tears left fell onto the picture.

“You will never lose me. I promise you that,” Phil said, picking up one of the photo’s pieces and lookng at it, “Even if neither of us would want to admit it we needed each other, even as friends, even if we eneded up not speaking for weeks I was reassured that you were still in the flat.” the blue eyed said, knowing Dan felt the same.

Even if they hadn’t spoken for weeks he was glad Dan was in the other room, it was a sign that neither of them was ready to let the other go, that they still needed each other, even if it was a few feet away.

“Wait here…” Phil stood up, leaving Dan confusedly sitting on the bed, but before he could say anything Phil came back with a roll of sticky tape.

Without a word, Phil took the two ripped pieces of the photo and tapped them together, making it whole again. He lifted it and gave it to Dan, “here, for you.”

Dan was deeply touched by Phil’s gesture, but he couldn’t accept it, he had damaged that photo and with that their relationship and Phil had fixed it again for him. He wanted to bitterly laugh at the metaphor, to be honest.

“Phil, I can’t… I ripped it in the first place, I don’t deserve to have it back.” Dan told him, handing it back to him but Phil put his hands behind his back making it impossible to give it to him.

“No, no, it is a ’'no return” gift, now you will have to keep it forever!“ Phil said, a smile on his face.

The blue eyed’s silly antics made Dan laugh and even though he could leave the picture just there, he couldn’t bare himself  to do that.

’'Thank you” Dan sincerely said, looking onto Phil’s eyes and triying to communicate with his gaze what he couldn’t with his words, hoping Phil would understand. Not just for the picture, but for understanding, for forgiving him, for being such a good friend… even if Dan still loved him like he had done years back. He never stopped to be honest.

“No need to thank me, there is nothing sticky tape and a truthful conversation cannot fix.” And with that Phil winked at him, grabbing the sharpie from the nightstand and drawing the whiskers back again in Dan’s face, who smiled widely at him at the gesture.

“Now c'mon, we still have a few questions to answer.” Phil said trying to grab the phone that was on the other side but before he could do it Dan tackled him onto the bed, landing on top of him, grabbing the sharpie from his hand and lifting it to Phil’s face, “yours are smudged too, you spork!”

They both laughed and Dan started his work. Phil didn’t even realize he had his eyes closed when instead of a sharpie he felt a pair of chapped lips on his, making slowly move them, enjoying and remembering the sweet sensation of Dan’s lips he had missed so much.

Once the kiss ended, Dan looked at him, scared of his reaction.

“You know? You laugh at me for having lip-balm on the bedside drawer, but if you plan on kissing me again I suggest you start using some!” Phil told him jokingly, making Dan release a breath he had been holding before hitting him on the chest before burying his head on the crook of Phil’s neck.

“I hate you.” Dan whispered into his ear.

“I hate you too.” Phil responded, before hugging Dan a bit closer, just the sound of their breaths in the room.

Phil Is Not On Fire 8 could wait.

‘Falling’ in Love

Originally posted by ethan-support-group

Request: Hi hi. I’ve read your “x reader” stories and I love them 💖  I was wondering if you would do an Ethan x reader imagine where y/n is a fan of Ethan and meets him at a convention and its like a love at first sight kind of thing?

Summary: Fem!Reader is at a con for the first time and quite literally falls  in love :D ……..ok I’ll see myself out

You can find part two here

A/N: Hey y’all this is a cute fic full of nervous!Ethan so if that’s the kinda thing you’re into then you’re in luck. For real though, once I started writing this I couldnt stop, I don’t know why but I was bit by the inspiration bug and cranked this bad boi out. Also, anything in italics is a personal thought in first person that either the reader or Ethan is having. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 853, goldilocks zone :D

Warning: I cursed a couple times? Maybe just once? Can’t remember. Also nervous!Ethan is adorable? Read at your own risk he too cute.

Requests are open! Send some in pls I have one left in my inbox so pls!
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anonymous asked:

Do you know some of Shawn's crew/band members? Like their names and what they are doing in the crew/band? thanks xx

Let’s start with the bunnies band members:

Mike Sleath: the funniest guy drummer ever
Zubin Thakkar: guitarist
Dave Haskett: bassist
Eddy Ruyter: keyboarder

Crew members:

Andrew (😊) Gertler: Shawn’s manager (you know it’s Andrew on Shawn’s twitter account when the tweet contains/ends with a smiley face)
Geoff the real legend Warburton: guitar tech (but also a very good friend of Shawn’s)
Jake the myth : Shawn’s bodyguard (he’s a myth because some say he’s rude and some say he’s actually nice)
Tom godofthecurlyworld Wood : production manager
Josiah Van Dien: photographer taking hella good pictures of Shawn
Stephen Schloss: tour manager
Christina Chow: (she took the m&g photos) personal assistent (?)
Matt who has a lucky head: I’m not sure what his exact job is sorry (but I do know he co-wrote the beautiful song called Try My Best for his wife as a wedding vow with Shawn)

these people are who come to my mind rn and a big shout out to them because they are like family to Shawn and we couldn’t ask for better people to keep him grounded and feel safe.

#flirting (an Olicity fic)

Here’s a ridiculous little celebrity/social media au one shot. I wrote it this summer and totally forgot about it but I found it today so… here it is! There may be a few more parts to this, idk. We’ll see!

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She was standing in the kitchen, just finishing off her (disgusting) protein shake, when an alert lit the face of her phone.

@OliverQueen tweeted a photo.

She chugged the last sip—ugh!—and swiped the screen. A second later a photo of Oliver was staring back at her and she’d be lying if she said her breathe didn’t catch a little at the sight.

Tight t-shirt, crazy blue eyes, just the right amount of scruff… He was gorgeous, always, but especially standing on the deck of a yacht, leaning over the railing just enough to show off his muscular shoulders. The tweet said, “Fav pic from the @MensHealth shoot.” It already had over a thousand likes.

Felicity liked the tweet and threw her glass in the sink, maybe a little rougher than she’d meant to considering the way it rattled around.

It wasn’t that she was jealous. She was happy for Oliver; he worked hard to maintain his physique and anyone who worked that hard for anything deserved praise and a spread in Men’s Health was good for him, but ugh! Over a thousand likes in less than three minutes? Really? How was it possible?

Her phone vibrated and she looked down to see another alert.

@OliverQueen: @FelicitySmoak you should have come with. Missed you on the boat ;)

Felicity sighed and tapped out a return message.

@FelicitySmoak: @OliverQueen motion sickness, photogs and getting hit on 24/7? Yeah what was I thinking passing on that?

As was usual whenever she got into a conversation with Oliver on social media, her phone started blowing up. Likes and follows and retweets. Everyone wanted a piece of Oliver Queen, even if it was just in the form of stalking him on Twitter.

Even she had her claws in him in a way. It wasn’t like he talked to her on Twitter because he missed her sparkling personality. No, she was the Ronald Miller to his Cindy Mancini, using his popularity and social media prowess to Can’t Buy Me Love her way into the hearts of America. Or, at least, into the hearts of his millions of followers.

Her phone vibrated again, but this time it was a text.

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anonymous asked:

"they were together. at a rugby match. on a Saturday. and Sam’s video cuts off whoever was sitting next to him" ... See, that's all that matters to me! That was my first thought before reading your comment! He cuts the video before panning to his other side. Anons can write to question/argue the positioning of their photos until they're blue in the face but it changes NOTHING: they were there TOGETHER, most likely side-by-side. Where she chose to take her photo is irrelevant!! 🍀❤️👑

EXACTLY! and they were tweeting like literally at the exact same time. TO EACH OTHER. It’s rare that I’m THIS sure of them being somewhere together. those anons were like 99% antis getting mad because their “ships” have sunk officially. just gonna sit here and wait for the selfie of Cait in his jersey

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Oscar Party Lulls Phil To Sleep & Makes Dan Shout | Phan Tweet Dabble

Summary: Having an Oscar Party with friends was tradition for Dan and Phil. Phil would fall asleep, which Dan would tease him about, and Dan would get so invested in the outcome and potentially need Phil to calm him down.

Word count: 1k

Genre: Domestic fluff

Warnings: Like one “swear” word

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Based on the following two tweets:

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27th of February 2017

Oscars night with friends both managed to be predictable and utterly outrageous.

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anonymous asked:

Yuuri

Fitting after I go through a really depressive phase because of parents ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaa okay so let’s jump into our favourite pork cutlet bowl

  • Yuuri has an undoubtedly close relationship with his sister. His senior debut was spectacular and he had dedicated the entire season to skating for her. 
  • He had his first anxiety attack when he was 14. He was desperately trying to keep up with school and skating and family and what he wanted to do with his life after skating was over and everything just came crashing down while he was in a lesson with his tutor and Mari had to take him off to the side for him to even remember how to breathe. He thought he was dying. 
  • Yuuri obviously was hooked up with Phichit back in Detroit, however, he only had one girlfriend in his life. It didn’t end well, in fact, it ended awfully - and so when Viktor brought it up it up it didn’t settle with him well either. 
  • Once he and Viktor start to live together, Viktor absolutely relishes the boy while he’s wearing his glasses. Yuri’s the type to read before going to sleep - book on the nightstand and all - and sometimes his fiance will just move over and just start leaving kisses across his face. He’d even rub his nose against the glasses to smudge them while telling him “come to sleep” and Yuuri would just tut and clean the lenses because god damn it Viktor every time. 
  • He starts to learn Russian at a young age, but drops it because he isn’t good with Cyrillic. However, once he moves to Russia, he ends up learning it quicker and easier than the average person; he’s best learning languages while he’s in the element. Another example of this would be how much his English improved after living in Detroit. 
  • Yuuri would sometimes like to take Yura to little trips - just the two of them - to some place they’ve been to half a dozen times already. Just so that way they can talk and learn more about each other in a civilized manner and maintain a good relationship. Yura never would admit to it in public, and he prefers to keep it more on the secret side; however, he always looked forward to those little trips with Katsudon. Sometime’s he’d bring his homework, sometimes Yuuri would bring a book that he wanted the teenager to read. They have quite a bond over books now. 
  • His favourite book is “Mary Poppins.” It’s so simple and pure and good and he just loves something that can make him feel so many things at once while being so innocent. 
  • Sometimes, he’ll just forget words. Not because language barriers or anything, it happens when he’s speaking in Japanese too - it’ll always be something so easy to remember but he forgets there’s actually a string of sounds that form this phrase and he just uses the closes synonyms. Even when he figures out the word, it doesn’t look right so he just questions its existence until it doesn’t exist anymore.  
    “Mari, can you pass me the bottle of liquid ice?”
    “….you mean water?”
    “….that doesn’t sound right.”
  • Many believe that Otabek is the one that rarely uses social media, but it’s not the case. It’s really Yuuri. Well, he has them, but he’s practically never on. He’s not even verified and when he does release the occasional tweet something along the lines of “having some #wine with @viktornikiforov and having a #blast~” or the rare photo on Instagram of his skates with the caption “#practice,” the whole skating community just kinda loses their shit. 
  • Yuuri gets more confident in his body because of Viktor. Mostly it was in moments right before they make love (because let’s face it Viktuuri is so vanilla and other than the every so often light bondage and blindfolding they aren’t really kinky) where Viktor is just kissing all up and down his thighs and telling him how beautiful he looks and how incredible he should feel in his skin that over time he becomes more and more happy to walk around without worrying about his body. Some days are worse than others, but Viktor makes sure to let the love of his life know that he is the most beautiful thing…and eventually, Yuuri doesn’t need to be told anymore. He just knows. 
Sweet Dreams (11)

Rating:

Pair: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook (poly relationship)
Word count: 1,080

Part one ; Part two ; Part three ; Part four ; Part five ; Part six ; Part seven ; Part eight ; Part nine ; Part ten ;

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You couldn’t believe he actually did it.

But if you were being honest with yourself, you really shouldn’t have been. Something like this didn’t seem much like something Taehyung wouldn’t do.

You were looking at your phone for what was probably the hundredth time, looking at the photo that was being passed around.

Taehyung had posted it on the BTS twitter and it was taken down shortly after, but not before the fans got to it. Screenshots were everywhere. A picture of the three of you, Jungkook and Taehyung each kissing one of your cheeks and making a hand heart together below your face while you took the picture. The caption of the tweet read simply “confirmed -V”

You distinctly remember when the picture was taken too. It was early on into the relationship, Taehyung wanted a cute picture of the three of you so he could have it as his background. He then later got into both yours and Jungkook’s phones and changed your backgrounds to it.

Taehyung and Jungkook had been called to talk to management as soon as he posted the picture, needing to go talk to them, so you were in your apartment alone, just thinking about it.

You’d imagined that you’d feel a great amount of relief with being open with the both of them, but you didn’t. You felt the same as you did before. Nothing really changed except that people now know about all three of you instead of you and Jungkook.

You were deep in thought when you heard the door open, followed by a loud “Wooo!”

Taehyung and Jungkook walked in, both grinning. “I’m guessing the talk went well? You guys look really happy,” you said to them.

Taehyung flopped next to you, his head on your lap. “They said they wish they could do something, but it’s spread too much, so for now, they’re gonna let it play out.”

Jungkook sat down on the end of the couch, Taehyung putting his legs on him. “So basically, for now, we’re all allowed to be open.”

You nodded and smiled widely at the two of them. “That’s great! You two can be open as well, the fans are going to be ecstatic,” you said.

Taehyung snorted. “Yeah, of course. They seem to like you though, at least most of them, so we should be fine.”

You shrugged. Only time could tell.


“Y/N help!” you heard a cry from the living room. You were in the kitchen, making lunch. You sighed and decided to go see what was going on.

When you walked into the living room, you were greeted by Taehyung and Jungkook on the floor, your son Ilsung sitting on top of them and laughing. “Y/N we’ve been captured, help us!” the older man said, smiling, clearly doing it to make Ilsung laugh.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s lunch time anyway, I think he’ll be fine letting you go long enough to eat, yeah?” you asked the boy.

Quickly, Ilsung got off his fathers, going to the table to wait for his food. He had a strong love for food, something his uncle Jin was proud to find out and used to his advantage when he was watching him.

You remembered when you found out you were pregnant with Ilsung almost three years ago. As soon as you found out, Taehyung and Jungkook decided that they didn’t want to know who’s baby it technically was, that they were content both being the fathers. However, once he was born and got older, the fact that he looked just like Jungkook made it clear who’s it was. 

Despite that, Taehyung still treats Ilsung like he has no clue, happily treating him like his own. However, he became mindset that he got to make the next one. He definitely followed through. You were once again pregnant, 17 weeks along.

As you were walking around, passing out the food, you were stopped by a hand on your stomach. “Noona, make sure you don’t strain yourself, alright?” Jungkook asked, rubbing your rounded stomach. Despite the fact that you had his child and have been with him for going on 6 years, Jungkook still called you that, although you didn’t mind. It was cute.

You nodded before continuing to set the food down. “I know, I won’t. After all, all you two let me do is cook when I’m pregnant, I’m not porcelain you know,” you stated.

Taehyung swallowed his food and nodded. “We know, but we don’t want you to get hurt or hurt the baby. After all, we took good care of you last time, and look how that turned out,” he said, looking at Ilsung, who was mowing down on his food.

You nodded and walked to Ilsung, kissing the top of his head. “I know, I wouldn’t take him any other way.”

Taehyung nodded again. “By the way, we’re going to be having another comeback soon, so we’re not gonna be around a whole lot,” he said with a frown.

You sat down in your usual spot, looking at him. “Yeah? I’m used to it. It’s not like you guys haven’t been idols most of our relationship, and with Jungkook it’s been the entire relationship.” you said, starting to eat.

Taehyung looked at Jungkook, who spoke. “Yeah, we know. We’re going to have someone stay with you while we’re gone so that you won’t be alone.”

You finished the food in your mouth before sighing. “Guys, I really don’t need that. I’m fine on my own, I can handle-”

“Yes, we know but it’s just in case. You’re pregnant and Ilsung is two, you’re both pretty vulnerable while we’re gone. Just so we feel a bit better about leaving, okay?” Taehyung asked, taking your hand and squeezing it.

You paused, looking between your boyfriends, then to your son before sighing. “Yeah..okay. To make you feel better,” you said with a playful smile.

They became busy again a week or two later, having a friend stay with you to help out. Their schedule cleared up just in time to be around for the birth of your new daughter, once again, looking just like her father. You made a joke about how nobody would ever be able to know they’re your kids because neither of them looks like you, but in all reality, you wouldn’t change it for the world. You love your kids exactly as they are, as well as their two idol fathers.


End! Hope you enjoyed!

anonymous asked:

You & Shawn are at a red carpet event & the whole night he's getting moved around from interview to interview & constantly getting asked to pose for pictures & the whole night he seems kinda down but u don't say anything until u guys get home. & when u do ask he tells u it's hard getting treated like a piece of property instead of a human being. & u can tell it was from nobody asking how he was doing it was all about the music. I'm sorry if this is a weird request or hard to understand!

I’m sorry this is quite long, I got carried away - and I hope this is what you meant! 


Sparks of camera flashes, the loud roar of chit-chat, screaming fans and arrogant press; the glamorous awards show was nothing but overwhelming. You stood back, allowing Shawn to do him; for everyone to see. You were beyond proud of him, and knew that it meant everything to him to just be nominated for some of the awards. You watched as he casually greeted fellow artists as if they were anyone, people you would be anxious around. Both of you had walk side by side for 10 seconds before someone grabbed Shawn’s hand, causing his other hand to let yours go, and dragging him to his first interview. With every passing moment, he would be moved down to another interviewer, shoved in front of another daunting lens. You noticed his smile become smaller and shorter each time, which was not like him at all. If anything, he was known for one of the biggest and brightest smiles. The concern grew when his answers became shorter too, and he’d end up looking down or around him - anywhere that wouldn’t mean he was focused on what was happening. 

Finally, you were re-united and you asked him if he was alright as you hurried to your table - with him replying with a nod and a kiss on your forehead. Compared to how he usually was with these sort of occasions, he was silent. He would clap twice whenever someone was called for an award, and then fiddle with his fingers or place with his glass on the table - as if he wanted to be somewhere else. Unfortunately he didn’t win any of the categories, and to your surprise he didn’t seem to mind. He grabbed your hand and hurried out of there as soon as it was over, avoiding lengthy goodbyes. The drive to the hotel was quiet, but his hand remained clasped over yours. 

When you finally reached the hotel room, he let out a huge sigh - as if he had been holding his breath the whole night. You followed him over to the bed and watched him tug on his tie, and finally chucking it to the floor. “It’s like taking off a collar,” he chuckled. You looked at him with furrowed brows. “You wouldn’t get it,” he sighed, shaking his head - about to stand up from the bed. You pressed your hand against his chest and pushed him back down, before sitting at his side. “Tell me,” you said softly as you began to rub your hand down his back. He ruffled his hands through his hair, and unbuttoned the first couple of buttons of his shirt. “I don’t feel like this very often, you know that I am very grateful to be doing what I am - and wouldn’t exchange it for anything” he said, looking at you for reassurance. You nodded, worried about where he was going. “But it’s at things like this; I know you were with me the whole night but to me it didn’t feel like that. I didn’t feel like I could be myself, or I could be with you like how we usually are together.” He puffed his cheeks and let them deflate before he continued. You brushed the bundle of curls that had parted from his combed back hair. “Every single interview is the exact same, I end up saying the same crap over and over again. It’s like, I’m promoting a product - or I’m promoting myself as a product. I have to be Shawn Mendes, I have to be the guy everyone sees me being. I don’t know how to explain it,” he sighed, shaking his head. 

You continued to rub your hand over his back, letting your forehead rest on his shoulder. His head rested against yours as he spoke again, “It’s like, no one ever asks how I am? No one has ever asked, “How are you today Shawn?” He paused, and you watched as he twiddled his thumbs in his lap. “It’s always got to be about the music, or some random tweet I didn’t think twice about. Or some photo that blew up over social media. No one, ever asks about how I’m doing. The real me, not the public figure.” Your spare hand wrapped around his bicep, gripping it slightly. It was awful to hear him speak like this, to know that he felt like this. You had always assumed he put on a brave face and just embraced it, knowing it was something he had to do and he didn’t let it bother him. You felt guilty for assuming. 
“The first time I felt like this, was shortly after my birthday. They would ask if I had wild nights with huge names, and when I’d say no; the conversation would end there. No one cared about what I actually did for my birthday, they were just squeezing me to see if I would spill any juicy gossip.” 

You swallowed the small lump in your throat, “I’m sorry Shawn.” He placed his hand over yours and let out a quiet laugh, “What do you have to be sorry for?” You sat up and looked him in the eye, “I should’ve known something was up. I just thought you were so used to this stuff and that it didn’t bother you like this.” He smiled and placed a hand on the side of your face, “I am used to it, I have to be - it’s part of the package. It just gets a little too much sometimes. But don’t feel sorry, you have done nothing wrong.” You smiled, closing your eyes as you felt a rush of relief. “Do you know what kept me going, what made me push through that whole thing?” he asked. You shook your head, biting at the inside of your cheek. “You. Knowing that once it was over, we would be coming back here; just us two in our own world. Because you are one of the very few people I can be completely myself around.” 


Ethan going to a convention and the fans are too rough so he comes home with a few bruises on his face and nobody did anything on purpose but everyone got too excited and things escalated, so Ethan ended up getting hurt and going home early.

Mark and Tyler fawning over him and literally being so angry at themselves and Mark tweets a photo of Ethan sleeping on his lap, face garnished with a couple light purple bruises here and there. The caption is “if anyone ever fucking touches him again without his permission you’ll receive a personal visit from me and a weapon”

He deletes it almost immediately after because public reputation and all but he sure to god hopes at least a few thousand people saw and knew how serious he was

Tyler glares at anyone who’s a stranger that starts approaching each a little too energetically and insists he and Mark come along to every convention with Eth

Don’t Lie to Me

a/n: this was a request from the blurb list, with Johnson. It’s a little different, in my opinion, but I hope you guys enjoy it. Requests are always welcome (: and sorry if it took so long to the lovely anon who requested it.

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As cool as you’d think it’d be being Jack Gilinsky’s little sister, it’s not. Yeah he’s a cool brother and all, and yeah we get along great. It’s just, he tends to be very…overprotective.

He’s only older than me by a year, and he always claims ‘he’s just looking out for me’ and that ‘he just wants what’s best for me’ but I think it’s all bullshit.

He rarely lets me go out with him and the guys. Despite being close with all the boys since we usually just chill at someone’s house, if they’re going out I have to stay home. He thinks every decision I make is wrong and honestly he’s just way more strict that our actual father.

He also scares off any guy that comes near me. Telling them immediately that if he sees them even breathe the same air as me, him and his friends will beat the shit out of him. And then telling me they’re just gonna hurt me and use me for sex and all kinds of shit. All the boys think he’s being way too overprotective, and I couldn’t agree more.

Like Nate. The other day we were all hanging out at the beach and I had just taken my shorts and top off so I could lay out and tan. Nate made the comment ‘damn ma, you’re hot as fuck’ and Jack freaked out on him, even though they’re best friends.

It’s so annoying that he gets like that. I haven’t had a boyfriend since middle school, where all we would do is talk in class and eat lunch together. Now here I am. 18 years old, never had my first kiss, serious relationship or sex even.

The only guy jack ever really let me talk to was Johnson. And I literally told Johnson everything. We would hang out all the time. Since Jack was usually off with Madison whenever him and Johnson weren’t in the studio or on tour.

So over the years, I’ve developed a soft spot for Johnson. Spending so much time with him, constantly joking around, flirting, and staying up late at night, texting, on the phone, facetiming, or out on my roof, looking up at the sky talking, I just kinda got the feels for him.

There was some party tonight down at the beach, and like everyone was supposed to be there. We were gonna camp out and shit and have a big bonfire and of course drink. Jack had stayed over at Madison’s and I stayed at the boys house. I lived there anyway, at least out in their poolhouse, for ‘privacy’ but last night I stayed inside with Johnson. We stayed up till like 4 in the morning watching movies, talking, joking, flirting, and cuddling. Then I fell asleep on the couch with Johnson.

I was currently in my ‘house’ getting ready. I had on my cheeky bikini bottoms that made my butt look extra good and was currently struggling to tie my top tight enough.

“hey (y/n) I wa-oh shit sorry.” Johnson spoke as he walked into my room seeing the current situation I was in.

“no it’s fine. Actually could you help me?” I asked, turning over my shoulder and looking at Johnson with my puppy dog eyes.

“uh, yeah, um sure.”

He slowly walked over to me, grabbing the strings from me. I could feel the heat radiate off his body behind me as he stood so close. His breath on my neck as he pulled the strings, tying them. His hands lingered on my waist when he was done.

“is that good?” his hot breath hitting my neck and he whispered in my ear, as if someone would hear us.

“mhmmm. Thank you.” I turned around to face him, his hands still lightly on my waist and I looked up at him. I rested my hands on his bare chest and looked up at him. He looked in my eyes and then down to my lips, slowly licking his.

I had no idea what to do. I’ve never been this close with a guy before. Sure the boys and stuff whenever we took pics and Jacks fans always wanted pictures, and their brothers always wanted a picture with me to, being semi-famous simply for being Jack Gilinsky’s little sister and they all thought I was ‘a babe’ according to their tweets and photos. But other than that, I’ve never been close to a guy like this, in this position.

“Jack” I said softly, my eyes looking up at his brightly.

“Hmmm?” he hummed.

“is this where you kiss me?” I asked shyly. Only to see the biggest cutest smile come onto Johnsons face.

“I was thinking about it.” He smiled.

“You know I’ve never kis-“ I started but was cut off by Jacks lips softly being pressed against mine. I relaxed and closed my eyes, wrapping my hands around the back of his neck.

Jack pulled me in closer to him and all I could think about was how right this felt. I felt his tongue on my bottom lip and I wasn’t sure what to do, but Jack squeezed my butt, causing my eyes to shoot open and I let out a little gasp, I figured out he just wanted to put his tongue into my mouth.

Next thing I know my hands are in his hair, and his are roaming my body as we’re making out. Things were definitely getting hot, but I was totally okay with it. This is Johnson we’re talking about. The only guy I’ve ever actually had feelings for. All the guys Jack scared off were just first date, that would hopefully lead to more, but never did.

Jack and I pulled apart, just looking at each other. He still had his hand on my waist.

“(y/n), I like you…a lot, if it isn’t already obvious.” Johnson nervously chuckled.

“Jack, I like you too.” I smiled.

He smiled and pulled me closer to him, and our lips met again. It was sweet and gentle and I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

Things got heated again and Jack picked me up, wrapping my legs around him he walked over to my bed, laying down over top of me. We started grinding into each other. Both needing more friction. He started kissing my neck and I arched my back, feeling so good.

“Jack” I breathed out.

I felt him smirk and then he started kissing down my body. He stopped right above my bottoms and looked up at me.

“can I try something? You can tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable I ju-“

“yes Jack. I trust you.” I smiled, looking down at him.

And with that he was pulling my bottoms off. I was so self conscious. Like I’ve never been like this with anyone.

“Jack what are you doi-mmmm” I cut myself off with a moan. His lips were on my clit and his fingers were inside of me. It felt so good.

“j-Jack” I moaned. My legs were shaking, and my back was arched up off the bed. He hummed against me and that was enough to do it for me. I released all over Jacks fingers.

He removed his mouth and fingers from my core and hovered above me with a smile. “was that okay?” he asked.

“y-yeah” I breathed out, causing Jack to let out a little chuckle.

“we should probably get going.” Jack said, getting up and handing me my bottoms.

“thank you” I smiled shyly, standing up and putting my bottoms on.

We walked out to Jacks car and got in after putting all our stuff in the trunk. I sat in silence. How was I supposed to act? How was I supposed to talk to him? Does this change things for us? Then he reached over and let his hand rest on my inner thigh.

“hy (y/n)” he spoke, keeping his eyes on the road.

“yeah?” I asked nervously.

“I was thinking we could go out to dinner tomorrow. I’d really like to take you on a date.” He smiled, looking over at me briefly.

“I’d like that.” I smiled.

“okay good.”

We got to the beach and everyone was there and I went to get out but before I could Jack grabbed my face and kissed me again. Then we headed down to the beach where everyone was.

Deciding to just act like we always do, Jack gave me a piggy back ride. We laughed, and once we got to the fire where everyone else was, I got off his back and we smiled at each other, walking over to Sammy, Skate and Emily.

“what’s up guys.” Sammy asked as we joined the group.

“nothing much.” Johnson responded, and with that the guys broke off into conversation.

Emily and I went to go get drinks for us and the guys and I told her about Jack and I and she was so excited. She always thought we would get together, so she was pretty happy about that. Then as we were standing there talking two hands snaked around my waist and I was pulled back into someones chest.

“hey beautiful.” Jacks familiar voice whispered in my ear. And I couldn’t help but smile. And looking at Emily, she had a huge smile on her face.

“hey Jack.” I said, placing my hands over his.

“hey Em.”

“Hey Jack.” Emily smirked, knowingly.

“do you know where G is?”

“yeah, him and Madison went down the beach for a walk.”

“oh, okay, well I’m gonna steal (y/n) for a bit then.”

“okay, just don’t be gone too long, we won’t be able to cover for you guys too long.” Emily winked and then walked back to the boys.

Jack took my hand and dragged me down to the shore, staring out at the ocean and walking ankle deep in the water hand in hand.

“so I was thinking about tomorrow, and the guys said dinner is to cliché so I was wondering if you’d like to grab something to eat and then go to the amusement park.”

“yeah, that’s fine with me.” I smiled brightly. “as long as that’s what you want.”

“hey, I’d do anything if it meant being with you.” He smiled.

“you’re so cheeky.” I laughed, playfully bumping into him.

He grabbed my waist though and turned me to face him. Grabbing my face and kissing me again.

“you love it.” He smiled, squeezing my side.

“whatever.” I laughed, wiggling out of his grip, only to have him grab my hand, stopping me. He smiled at me as we headed back to the fire with everyone. We walked up laughing and headed over to Emily and Wes, talking to them.

Suddenly Jack was grabbed by his shoulder and yanked around.

“YOU FUCKED MY SISTER” my brother yelled at Johnson.

“what?” Johnson asked, looking so confused. “no man.”

“DON’T LIE TO ME” Jack yelled.

“yo chill G. I didn’t fuck your sister.” Jack replied, remaining so calm.

“bullshit. I told you not to make a fucking move on her.”

“G, bro, do you not get it. I fucking like your sister. So what.”

“I don’t care, that doesn’t give you the right to fuck her.”

“Jack, we didn’t have sex. Chill out.” I finally stepped in.

“(y/n) I don’t care. Whatever you did do, he’s just using you. All he wants is sex.”

“That’s a shit thing to say bro. Especially about your best friend. You know I’ve liked her for a while now, you know I’d never do that. I care about her a lot and the fact that you think all I want form her is sex hurts a lot dude.” Jack spoke.

G looked between us and just shook his head and turned and walked away. Johnson went to go after him, but I reached out and stopped him.

“let me.” I whispered, looking at him with sympathetic eyes.

I went after Jack, finding him down by the shore. Ankle deep in the water, just looking out at the moon.

“jack.” I spoke softly.

“what.”

“look at me.” I sighed. I hated when he was mad at me. But regardless, he turned around.

“what.”

“Look, I get it, you’re mad. But you really have no need to be. We didn’t have sex.”

“but I’m sure you guys will. (y/n), I know Johnson, and he’s crazy about you.”

“okay? And what’s so wrong with that Jack? Honestly. He’s your best friend, you’ve known him forever, and you think he would actually just want it to be all about sex?”

“no, I just. I don’t like the idea of something happening. (y/n) you could get all kinds of diseases, or pregnant. Do you really want a kid right now?”

“okay? But you and Madison have sex all the time? Aren’t you worried about her getting pregnant?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

“it’s different. We use protection an-“

“you don’t think I’d make whatever guy I have sex with wear one? And on top of that you know I’m on the pill.”

“Yeah, I guess, I just don’t want anything to happen to you.” Jack sighed.

“I know you don’t.” I sighed. “but do you really think Johnson would hurt me? Wouldn’t you rather me be with him than some other random guy?”

“I see what you’re saying little sis.” Jack sighed. “You’re just my little sister and I really wanna watch out for you. You deserve the best.” Jack smiled, pulling me into a hug.

“thanks Jack.” I smiled, hugging him back. “so can you go talk to Johnson now?” I asked, looking up at him.

“yeah.” He smiled. “if that’s what you really want.” He said playfully.

“yeah, I’d love it. I don’t want you scaring him off. I like this one a lot.” I smiled, hugging Jack and kissing his cheek.

After a while, we all just sat around the fire and hung out. Jack and Jack talked things out, and Jack was totally okay with me and Johnson. I sat on his lap at the fire, and we started acting more coupley. Hand holding, random kisses, and everything in between. I’ve never been happier.

anonymous asked:

It's like the old Twitter Tom days and he even liked one of Hiddlefashion's tweets with a very naughty reply thread attached

Isn’t it fun, little gray face?! I suppose this flurry of activity is perhaps partly due to his PR urging him to do so, but I like to have this kind of official news (for lack of a better term) rather than pap photos or people tweeting stalkies of him when he’s just out taking care of everyday life.  

With all the recent drama that the media created around him, the ridiculous criticism, etc.,  I imagine he is happy to see that people continue to be interested in him as a person and as an actor.  He seems fairly grounded and secure, but he wants approval.  I don’t think anyone in his shoes could be 100% immune to speculation that a woman used him for completely shallow self-serving purposes. Rejection is so painful, regardless of whether or not it is carried out with honesty or deception.  Even if it’s just a naughty thread on Twitter, knowing that you’re a subject of conversation and desired by strangers must be a nice ego boost.  

Thanks for the message!

Catnaps and Twitter

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She pattered into the lounge, Dan sat on the couch mindlessly scrolling on his laptop.

His eyes slowly lifted from the screen to his girlfriend and widened when he saw her.

Her hair tousled, his camouflage jumper swallowing her body, a tired look upon her face.

“Hey, c'mere.”

He closed his laptop and moved it aside, opening his arms and gesturing for her to join him.

She crawled on his lap, resting her body against his as if he were a giant pillow. His lanky arms wrapped around her body, holding her close.

Her head lay rested against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulling her into a light on and off slumber.

“Hey baby?” Dan said, waking her from her catnap.

“Mm?” She groaned against the fabric of his t-shirt.

“Let’s stay like this all day.”

It was comfortable like this. As they both lay together, cuddled up in their pajamas, no plans for the day, they found solace in each other’s company.

Dan reached over and grabbed his phone, pulling up the camera and taking a photo of him and [Y/N], who was once again napping on his chest.

“She fell asleep on me and I can’t move send help.” Dan tweeted, posting the photo with it.

He put his phone on airplane mode and threw it aside, ignoring the usual onslaught of replies when the phandom would see the tweet.

[Y/N] began stirring and woke up, leaning up and looking at Dan. “Hey there.” She mumbled sleepily, a soft smile upon her lips.

“Hey cutie.” He replied, ruffling his fingers through her hair.

She yawned, and rubbed her eyes with the sleeve of his jumper. Dan honestly thought she was the cutest thing he’d ever laid eyes on right in this moment.

She grabbed his phone, rolling onto her side so she could still be held by Dan but lay more comfortably. She turned off airplane mode and checked Twitter as she normally did, but quickly noticed the photo he had tweeted.

She closed the phone, looking up at Dan and placing soft kisses all over his lips and face.

“What’s this for?” He asked between kisses.

“For being the best boyfriend a girl could ask for.”

But the romantic rendezvous was interrupted by the sound of [Y/N]’s growling stomach.

“How about we order your favourite pizza and marathon the cheesiest horror movies on Netflix?” Dan asked, reaching for his phone and placing a kiss on her temple.

“You really are the best boyfriend ever.”

April Fools Fic

Summary: This whole thing started out as a joke. Phil hadn’t meant any harm. He just wanted Dan to know that he could also pull a cheeky prank..
Genre: Fluff + Tiny bit of Angst (if you squint)
Word Count: 6,994
Reading Time: 00:25:46
Disclaimer: Characters are works of fiction and no copyright infringement is intended. I do not own Dan or Phil and as far as I know, this will never happen. <3

So Ao3 is down until 3:00pm…RIP.

I’ll post it here when it comes back up, but for now, happy April Fools Day folks. This thing was totally not planned so I’m sorry if it’s kind of meh. <3

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Cherry Red; i

Originally posted by yoonmin

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin

Genre: Fluff, mild smut implication

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Based on this prompt I got somewhere, I don’t remember but I’m pretty sure it’s from otpprompts

Imagine Person A saying to Person B, “If real life was a fandom, people would ship us.” Bonus: Person A, never one to quit while they’re ahead, continues to say “There would be porn of us.”

Note

Weeehh, I’ve been into a lot of angst lately and frankly #JUSTICEFORANGST because the beautiful thing is so underappreciated y’all like how dare, but my friend’s been hurting a lot with me and she deserves some Yoonmin fluff heh + Also, I only realised after I finished everything that the prompt would be best portrayed if it were a Non-Idol AU but.. you know… I finished it and… yeah…

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