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      When it came to love, you never understood what all the fuss was about, truly, you didn’t. Not until you met Steve Harrington, that is, and the whole world just started making sense.


The first privilege came in arguably the most affectionate show of love – a kiss placed on your lips so early in the morning you never quite know whether you’re dreaming or awake. And it is the absolute sweetest because you are the first thing on Steve’s mind when he opens his eyes and the last one before he closes them.

Early birds chirp their cheery tunes at dawn and the sun slowly rises; bright rays peak through the closed curtains of your room and burn the side of your cheek in almost a loving way. Steve is the first to stir – naturally, he is much more sensitive to sudden changes in lighting and temperature – and once he pries one hazy sleep ridden eye open all he can make out is a blurry image of your white ceiling. He blinks a few times, inhales a few breaths that taste like your perfume before his senses finally flow back into him and he tilts his head to the side. His hair sticks to his face and he shoves it out his eyes; he sees you still deep in sleep and most likely dreaming. And he wastes no time to lay his hand on your waist, feel your hot skin burn his fingertips as a lazy smile blooms on his lips. This peace lasts a moment, or possibly much longer, after all it’s hard to tell time when most of the world is still sleeping. He leans in and captures your lips in a soft kiss – a kiss he gives you every morning because true to the fairytale of Sleeping Beauty, you can only be awoken by a true loves kiss. He tried other methods. Tickling. Calling your name. A dozen alarm clocks. Nothing got a reaction, except this one thing and he did not use it sparingly.

The vast skies of dreams cloud with reality as slowly you feel yourself sucked into a stuffy, hot room, with dewy sweat coating your skin and batches of hair tickling your cheeks. The senses alert  in one deep inhale and you grin immediately once you realize that Steve’s lips still rest on yours; a raspy giggle escapes you as you playfully smack his arm and he gradually, with one last peck on your cheek and a sweet and hoarse ‘Good morning…’ moves back to his pillow. Your hand finds his under the sheets, your fingers squeezing his as you hum.

Babe…” You whisper.


Not morning…”

“Morning. School.”



Hawkins Movie Theatre is your favorite spot to hang out and of course Steve knows this. After all, he took you here on your first date. So each time you stepped through those double doors felt like the first time holding his hand all over again.

Midnight séance. A horror movie with flashy imagery and more nudity than you expected plays on screen as teenagers that are legal and not sit in couples and whisper amongst themselves. You sink into the plush red seat and inhale the scent of popcorn, cola, and something frying. The sounds are loud and unpleasant and you have to refrain from cringing when the volume jumps just a bit too loud. Your eyes stay glued to the screen despite the urge to ogle your boyfriend – you know that once you glance at him you will be unable to look away.

His hand rests on your thigh. Naturally, shoulder hugs are only for starting lovebirds, but you still remember how he pulled the old ‘yawn-wrap-my-arm-around-your-shoulders-don’t-freak-out-please’ shtick on you and how you absolutely swooned. Suddenly memories appear more interesting than the movie and you drift away. Oh, what a rainy day it had been when he had asked you out, not all that smug and cool. Not like the rumors painted him to be at all. He caught you after school, after basketball practice, as you were leaving your club with a stack of books and flyers occupying the space in your hands. He had offered to carry some heavier books and you had smiled sweetly at him for it. Then, once you reached your locker, and as you put the clutter away he had asked you if you wanted to ‘Catch a movie sometime?’. Your first reaction was to raise a brow in confusion and mild amusement. When you saw that he was serious, and despite himself nervous, your cheeks bloomed red and a shaky ‘Yeah…I’d like that’ fell from your lips before you could even think about it.

Steve’s hand squeezes your thigh and you perk up. Meeting eyes with him you try to bite down the smile. Seems he got bored of the movie, too.


Your house had been turned upside down as you, in great anger, tried to explain what the hell had happened to one of your friends. And how no one was supposed to know about it.

Steve sat on your bed with a book in his hand – English literature, can’t say it’s his favorite – as you pace around the small space of your room with your hands up in the air repeating the same wild gestures as you fight to control the volume of your voice. With blushed cheeks and a permanent frown on your face, you suddenly halt and stare at him, “Can you believe it?!”

“No.” He says, turning a page, “How could she?” His voice tatters on the edge of genuine interest. Frankly, he doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal, but if you want to vent he isn’t going to stop you.

“I know, right!?” You release a frustrated sigh and run a shaky hand through your hair; a moment of absolute silence passes and worried Steve glances up at you. Wide eyed, you state, “I don’t think I can be friends with her after this.”

You want his opinion. Dear God, you want his opinion. His advice is debatable in quality (Dustin, after all, didn’t get the girl despite Steve’s 100% proven technique) and to toss in his two cents in the beef that you have with your friend? This may potentially ruin your and hers friendship, or at the very least what’s left of it. Silently, he puts the book aside and motions for you to come closer. Sadly you walk over, and gently grasping your hand he pulls you into his lap. His head comes to rest on your shoulder as his arms wrap around your waist and you find a comfortable position to rest. A heavy sigh escapes your lips and he can’t help but frown. He doesn’t want to see you like this.

Hey…” He calls softly, his fingers hooking some loose strands of (color) hair over your ear, “Don’t be sad. I mean, I’m really not the best person to discuss girl troubles with, but like you said…She’s a bitch.”

You nod, “I know, but…But she’s my bitch, Steve.”

He thinks, “…Yeah. She’s your bitch.”

“I should call her.”

“Yep. You go do that.”


You love looking at pictures. Especially on rainy days when there is nothing better to do and the need for social interaction is on an all-time low. You suppose you like them so much because they are proof. Proof that something magical had happened.

Oh my God!” Your mother cries, her hands grasping the Polaroid camera as if her life depends on it, “Oh my God, (F/Name)! (F/Name) come here! Our little baby’s all grown up now!” Her voice cracks at the end and you can’t help but release an amused smile.

You share a look with Steve. He gives a shrug. The two of you stand together, his arm around your waist. Graduation. You wear your best dress, finest hairdo, and perfect smile. You are positive Steve put an extra hours’ worth of work into his hair today, and you have the sudden urge to run your finger through it, though the amount of self-control you have surprises even you.

Another flash lights up the room and flinch and squint your eyes to shield yourself from the sudden attack. This is possibly the sixteenth picture that had fallen to the floor with your mothers promise to ‘Pick it up later! Now pose!’. Not having the heart in you to refuse her, you straighten your back, smile to the camera, and pray that you don’t look half as uncomfortable as you feel. Steve leans in and you feel his breath brush your ear, “Do you think she’ll ever stop?”

“Smile and pretend like you’re having a good time, sweetie.”


The amount of records you have stocked up in your room makes Steve proud to call you his girl. The fact that the two of you share the same music taste is a huge plus, too.

…And your favorite song starts playing on the radio that goes in perfect tune with your laughing. Steve’s car suddenly turns into a dance floor – you squirm in your seat and do quick work to open the window to let the whole neighborhood hear your jam. The stars shape into fairy lights and street lamps flicker like at the disco on a Friday night. You close your eyes and inhale the scent of dewy grass as and wind and pollinated sleeping flowers. Summer is your favorite time of year, and no matter what hour you decide to sneak out the house you always find yourself in a permanent state of daze and awe. Last remnants of heat tickle your cheeks and you flash your eyes open, look at Steve and he shares your brilliant smile.

You hold your choice of beer up to his face, “Sippy!” You demand. He gives you a dismissive laugh, his hands firmly on the steering wheel as he continues to drive around.

“I can’t—“ But before he can finish you turn up the volume and demand again.


“I’ll have to park the car!” He warns. You shake your head, “We’ll have to walk a mile home!”

“Don’t care! Sippy!”

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Title: 2 assholes play cards against humanity 

Genre: Fluff + Crack ➝ YouTuber AU

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader.

Plot: 2 assholes play Cards Against Humanity together. One asshole is an excellent kisser and the other is the worst fucking editor in the world.

Or rather: we are both youtubers and you are the worst fucking editor ever, and so you accidentally included a clip from our collab you uploaded where we made out and people don’t know we’re a thing yet, as requested (and thought of!) by me.

Warnings: This is just…unlike my writing style. Wrote this whilst drunk, probably, because I don’t remember writing this, at all.

Notes: Yes, I did go out of my way and spend 1 hour + on making a fake YouTube channel and video for this drabble/fic. Was it worth it? Probably not, but here’s Yoongo’s channel.

28TH MARCH, 2017.

despite being a youtuber with over seven million subscribers to make up for it, min yoongi is the absolute worst at his job. you’d think that being paid so much every week and being invited to vip events and having thousands- close to millions- of fans making twitter accounts with your name squished into them, and seeing your face on billboards or whatever, would act as enough motivation for yoongi to put in a tiny bit more effort.

don’t get me wrong– yoongi works hard. he uploads twice a week (thursdays and sundays, for those who wanted to know!), and always puts out fresh and most of the time, original content. a musical prodigy, as some people called him, and others called him unique, entertaining, different, inspiring. some called him mediocre and basic, but against yoongi’s strong fan base, none of that mattered. even without the fanbase, yoongi still didn’t give two damns about what anybody had to say against him. and with the success he has, he doesn’t need to be worried about anything or anybody else just yet.

but, you’d think that because of his success and picture-perfect life captured by an expensive camera and posh lenses (hey, the fact that yoongi is so well liked despite not attempting to even out his flaws with light boxes and filters or makeup products is impressive), he’d try that extra bit harder when it came to creating content he enjoys putting out into the world. especially editing videos- including ones where forgetting to edit out one tiny, tiny clip could result in thirty new scandals and his name being in the media longer than it has to be.

because min yoongi, despite his magical fingers and creative mind when it comes to creating the video itself, is the absolute worst at editing videos. he just can’t be bothered to watch the same clips over and over again. and, even though you may not like it, you’re suffering at the hand of his poor editing skills.

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What if...

Okay, so bear with me here! This is just a theory that came to my mind a minute ago, and I’m delving WAY too deep into it to not go ahead and share it with you all. I don’t necessarily have any evidence to prove it, but hey, it’s just a fun theory so relax!

Alright, so I came back from my third viewing of “IT” and all I could keep thinking about was what Jack had said in his “YOU’LL FLOAT TOO | IT VR Experience” video, about how he’d possibly take inspiration from Pennywise for Anti in later videos, who knows? So it got me thinking about what Pennywise - or IT - is capable of doing, and one of the first things that came to mind was the ability of playing with people’s heads and making them see things that aren’t there. Example of this - Spoilers for anyone who hasn’t seen either of the movies! - is when a girl (Beverly) hears voices come from the bathroom sink, only for an insane amount of blood to burst out of the drain and drench both her and the entire bathroom. She screams and her dad immediately comes running in to check on her. The thing is, he can’t see any of the blood at all, and as such, basically thinks his daughter is freaking out over nothing. She can see the blood, but he can’t.

Where I’m going with this is this: What if Anti had the ability to manipulate what we’re seeing and hearing? What if he could make us see and hear things that he wants us to see and hear? What if all this time, since he first showed up in October, everything we’ve been seeing and led to believe in has been one big mind game? What if Jack is perfectly fine and Anti is only making himself known to us and not Jack? What if Anti’s screwing with our heads and making us see things that aren’t really there? Going with the theory that he can tamper with and control technology, he could EASILY do that.

Just hear me out. Think about this for a moment, alright?

We leave comments and such about Anti all the time and ask Jack what’s going on with Anti, and we’ll see his replies regarding the glitch. But what if they’re all lies? What if those aren’t Jack’s actual replies? What if the real Jack is confused and has absolutely no IDEA what we’re talking about? Anti - who’s that? He’s not showing up in any of Jack’s videos.

The “Say Goodbye” video is just a perfectly fine, murder-free pumpkin-carving video.

“Always Watching” was only an introduction to the panel at PAX, there is no “Anti” involved.

And “Kill Jack” was just a regular Bio Inc video.

Basically, what if Anti has made us all unknowingly go totally insane and paranoid, and here’s Jack - the REAL Jack - off to the side, unbeknownst to us, watching his community lose their minds over some non-existent character he’s never once heard of before. Anti would make us look like completely raving lunatics! We’re obsessing over an entity that looks exactly like Jack - an evil unstable version of him. We’re making fanart, fanfiction, edits, and theories, and practically worshipping this person. We’re paranoid about when he’ll return, we’re making theories about how Anti has been in control of Jack since Halloween. Could you imagine how that would all look and sound to Jack - the REAL Jack, the Jack we have been kept from seeing for so long? I don’t know about anyone else, but that would be incredibly unnerving and disconcerting.

Again, I have absolutely no evidence to support this theory, but how could I gather evidence when the theory is of how everything we’ve been seeing and hearing has been a lie?

Think about it! There’d be no way for us to know the truth! After all, we watch Jack online. Everything dealing with him we do online. YouTube, Tumblr, Instagram, Twitter - all of it! We see him through pictures and videos - Anti could EASILY manipulate all of that to make us see what he wants us to see. Seriously, what if this entire time we’ve been played? How would we ever know what was real and what wasn’t? We’d have no idea!

And what about Jack - the REAL Jack? Is he actually in danger or not? Is he fine? Is he dead? Is Anti actually possessing him? If Anti showed up in October and he’s been manipulating everything we see and hear, how the FUCK would we ever be able to tell what was real or not?

I’m sorry. It’s late and all of this just suddenly burst in my head; I had to share my completely absurd theory. Again, it’s just a fun ol’ theory! I don’t think this is really what’s going on (although man, if it was, could you imagine? O_O).

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ill - ethan nestor imagine

word count  ☆ 1926

prompt  ☆  the reader is sick in bed (not contagious, just lil cold or something!) and ethan comes over, worried because the reader wont answer his texts, and basically just stays and comforts them and they talk and stuff?

pairing  ☆ ethan nestor x sick!gender neutral reader

requested  ☆ yes :* by @geekypancake 

Y/N hated the feeling of being sick. That gross feeling of being congested while one nostril dry as the goddamn Sahara and the other running like a river. They hated it with a burning passion, so much so that whenever they got sick, they would close themselves off from human interaction for at least a day or two so that no one had to see them like that. Sickness made them turn into a ball of negativity that was awful to be around, and they didn’t want to take out their irritability on any of their friends.

However, with this, they never really informed their friends when they would be IA due to sickness. Y/N just dropped off the face of the earth and would turn back up in a couple days as if nothing had ever happened. This caused some red flags within their friend group, but none of them really ever said anything since Y/N never seemed to bring it up. Of course, that didn’t mean that the group didn’t worry when they wouldn’t answer any texts or calls.

Nothing bad ever happened, it wasn’t like Y/N ever got so sick that they had to be gone for more than a couple of days. Even now, they were just stuck at home with a cold that made them feel icky with the additional fever. Tissues were scattered around the room, an oral thermometer and a disregarded phone were on the nightstand. The entire place was a mess but Y/N was honestly just too sick to care. Instead, they wallowed in self-pity and sniffling while watching the fan slowly spin. Other than their own ‘sick noises’, the room was nearly silent and nothing had disturbed that for a while.

Of course, until Fergalicious began blasting from their phone.

They jumped, slamming their hand on their heart as if someone had just popped into the room to scare them. An annoyed grunt followed this action, and Y/N sat up to take the phone into their hand. A familiar face was on the screen, all smiley and looking like a major dork for his profile picture was none other than Ethan Nestor. He was one of the other editors they worked with, alongside another woman named Kathryn. The three of them edited videos for a YouTuber called Markiplier, who quickly became as much of a friend as he was a boss.

Everyone in that circle: Mark, Ethan, Kathryn, Y/N, Mark’s friend Tyler and girlfriend Amy had all become very close. Specifically Ethan and Y/N, who had been nearly inseparable since the day they met. He got worried whenever they were sick, texting every morning and night to tell them that he hoped they were okay. It was the cutest little gestures, and they’d be lying if they said it wasn’t endearing.

Despite this, being sick and talking to Ethan wasn’t something Y/N wanted to do simultaneously. They waited for the call to go to voicemail, then put it on Do Not Disturb to avoid that happening again. After collapsing back into the bed, Y/N drifted into a restless sleep that left them tossing and turning.

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Beauty King

Summary: Nothing has been stopping Dan from making a makeup video but himself. So he does. Simple as that.

Word Count: 2,645

Warnings: Mild swearing?

Notes: So this has been sitting, finished and edited by the lovely @cantcatchmegaythoughts, for weeks now, but I’ve been so busy with AP exams and prom that I kinda forgot about it. So without further ado I give you my makeup Dan fic! I hope y’all enjoy, and leave a response in my ask if you get a chance, please!:)

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Hiding -Harry

Anonymous said to simplysdmn: can you do a harry imagine where y/n and harry are together secretly and the other boys don’t know, but they do little slip ups and it maes the boys all suspicious so they have to ask them or try and catch them out 

A/N: Hey babe! I hope you like this! Thank you to @whateverbabeslove for always being a great help!


My relationship with him was confusing. In front of our friends we were just friends but when it was just us we were together. We weren’t allowed be touchy around each other when we were in public or when we were with them. If I was in the tower, we couldn’t be in his room alone, just in case someone walked in. I understood why but at times it was frustrating. Like today for instance.

We were going to the cinema with Joel, Cal and Ali. We managed to all fit into our Uber to Westfields. I sat between Cal and Ali, I knew if I sat next to Harry I’d slip and probably do something that would make it obvious that we were together. 

We thanked the driver and walked into the shopping center. We trailed around to different shops, wasting our time before our movie was going to start. There was so much laughter going on between us that i didn’t even notice that Harry was staring at me in awe. I looked away from shyness and walked into the next store.

“Guy’s do you think we stuff a load of food Y/N’s bag we could sneak into the cinema?” Cal said, clutching his stomach from laughing. 

“We could try!” I said, jumping into a trolley, waiting for someone to roll me around Tesco. We grabbed as much food as we could fit into my backpack. I got our of the trolley and pushed it to the checkout. We had a fight about who was paying but while they were arguing, they hadn’t noticed that I was already giving money to the cashier. 

“Come on guys! We’ll be late.” I pulled Harry along with me. 

“I wish we could be closer in public.” I sighed, talking just before the other would reach us.

“Me too babe, but we’ll say it soon.” He kissed my hand, making sure that they didn’t see it. 

“Fuck, you guys run fast.” Joel said. We bought our tickets and popcorn and made our way into our theater room. 

Joel, Ali and Cal filled in the seats that we were supposed to sit in, leaving me to sit with Harry. I looked over at him and sighed, knowing he was going to forget and do something. The only available seats were two rows down from the others and all the way to the wall. We told them we’d see them in a while.

 We excused ourselves as we got through the people that were seated in our row. I sat down Harry sitting next to me. I put down my bag and my popcorn and drinks. I forgotten that we had to share our food between the guys. I walked back up and gave them half the food we bought.

“Have fun sitting with Boggo.” Cal said, making me roll my eyes. I walked back to my seat just before the movie was about to start.

“I’m probably going to slip up mid film.” Harry said, taking a sip of his drink. I giggled, nodding my head.

“I know you will but I don’t care.” He smiled at and got comfortable for the movie.

Just as Harry said he would slip up but it wasn’t even half way through the movie, it was more like 25 minutes into the movie. He raised the arm rest between and put his arm around me, placing a kiss on my forehead. I snuggled into his chest and ate my popcorn.

About 15 minutes later I heard whispering going on behind us. They got shushed and but continued on, until I turned around and looked at where the noise was coming from. I saw Ali and Joel pointing at us, making me whip my head back at Harry. I shoved him off me, sending him a look of apology hoping he’d understand why. He nodded and sat up straight and looked back at the screen. 

We watched the rest of the movie with out having any contact. I felt a little upset but I just had to go along with it. I began thinking about all the answers I needed for the questions I was going to be bombarded with. The movie ended and I put my stuff back into my bag.

“You ready for whatever their about to throw at us?” He huffed. I nodded, laughing slightly. We walked to the bottom of the theater and waited for the rest of them to join. We walked out together and began talking about the movie.

“Well, Y/N what was that between you and Harry?” Cal said lowly. I shrugged my shoulders.

“It was obviously something! Tell me!” I giggled.

“It was nothing, I swear.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’ll catch you out, just watch.” I laughed.

Once again I ended up beside Harry again. I knew Cal was doing this intentionally. He kept eyeing us while we were eating at Nandos. The tension between Harry, Cal and I was evident but Joel and Ali didn’t seem notice, thankfully. 

“Y/N, thoughts?” Joel showed me a picture of a girl, resulting in me choking on my chicken.

“God, Joel, I think she’s a little too good for you.” He gave me an upset look but still had a hint of playfulness .

“Aren’t you single?” Instead of me choking it was Harry and my eyes widened. 

“No comment.” I smiled looking away from everyone. They all pressed on to talk about it, even Harry playing along. We finished our dinner and walked out to our Uber. 

While we were waiting for the Uber, the guys had forgotten to run a little errand. Harry and I decided to wait outside.

“That was so embarrassing.” Harry shook his head, pulling me into him. He rested his chin on top of my head.

“Embarrassing isn’t even the word.” I laughed.

“I know it’s getting harder, not being able to tell the, but soon we’ll tell them I promise.” I nodded giving him a kiss. I could hear Ali’s laughing and pulled away from him for the second time that day.

Once we reached their apartment, Cal pulled me into his room. “Don’t pretend I didn’t see whatever happened outside.”

“Cal! Please don’t tell anyone. Harry’s not ready yet and I don’t want to ruin it for him. You’re the only one that knows, I’m begging you please don’t say it.” He nodded and shook my head.

“After all, I did introduce you to him.” I laughed walking out of his room, flipping him off.

“Harry.” I whined. I pouted when he didn’t me a response. I walked over to him and sat on his lap. He looked at me and sighed.

“You’re so needy.” He smiled. I shrugged and walked over to his bed. He followed me over and wrapped his arm around me. We ended up talking about absolute nonsense.

“I still think you should’ve let your mom wear that helmet! You knew the consequences!” I giggled into his chest.

“You could’ve been there to tell me.” He stroked my hair.

“Not my fault I had uni.” He laughed.

“I understand babe.” We fell into a comfortable silence and ended up falling asleep in his arms.

I slept for a couple of hours. I knew that Harry wanted to finish editing so I let him go back to his desk. That being said I woke up to him whisper-shouting to someone. I looked over the covers and tried to see who he was talking to. I saw the both Cal’s, Joel, Josh and Finch peering over the door. I groaned internally at the sight of them.

“This isn’t how I wanted to tell you guys.” I heard Harry say. I rolled my eyes and got up.

“You guys really don’t understand what privacy is.” I walked past them and into the kitchen. I grabbed a drink out of the fridge and sat on the couch, scrolling through Twitter.

“It was bound to happen at some stage.” Cal said, sitting beside me. 

“Did you tell them?” I looked back at Harry, who was having a hard time explaining himself. I laughed softly and looked back at Cal.

“No, I kept you’re promise, if anything I tried to stop them. I saw you in his room first and I walked out.” I nodded. 

“I think we might as well tell everyone.” I huffed.

“Might as well.” Once we had explained to the guys, we shooed them out of the apartment.

We sat in front of his desk, he set up his camera and lighting. He pressed record and did his usually intro.

“Today’s video is a little different than usual. I’ve got something very important to tell you. Today I’m joined with my girlfriend. This is probably the first time I’ve ever featured her on anything so be nice.” I waved and gave the camera a small smile.

“Say something!” He looked over at me, resting his head on my shoulder. I giggled.

“I don’t know what to say! Hey guys!” I waved once more. We both talked for about 5 minutes more before he did his outro and cut off recording.

“Thank God we don’t have to hide anymore.” He sighed, placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Me either.”

anonymous asked:

hey so like i totally agree that rika is an abusive person but my friend doesn't believe me and ??? can you give examples on why she is because i really dont have the energy to argue with her on it anymore :///

yes i can!! i will happily avenge my boy V by roasting his ex-fiancee. i have plenty of examples, and if someone else has anything more to add, feel free! 

i’ll be going off of only Seven’s route (technically Secret01, V’s “after-ending”), since Rika is more involved in it. i’ve played all the other routes, but i figured Seven’s would be the best to do this with. anyway, onward!

WARNING: HUGE SPOILERS (trigger warnings: abuse, manipulation)

i’ll start with this. it’s not anything huge, but believe it or not, this is manipulative behaviour. i recognized it immediately, because i have a friend who acts just like Rika (and they know they’re doing it too). at this point V has made it so clear that he has no intention of leaving or betraying Rika, and yet she still persists and repeats statements like these throughout Secret01 (only they’re each worded differently). of course it’s healthy to talk to your partners about how you’re feeling in your relationship, but… not the way she does it. this is guilt tripping. words like these are meant to make the other person feel, well, guilty. it’s trapping them in the relationship and making them feel like if they leave, they’ll hurt their partner, or their partner will hurt themselves, even if hurting them wasn’t their intention at all (sounds like V, doesn’t it? he wants the best for everyone, and im sure Rika is no exception since they were, y’know, engaged).

oh Rika, Rika, Rika.

“God can’t, but maybe you can.” “I feel like you’re the only person who won’t get hurt by being with me.”

another example! she’s making him feel like he’s the only one who can help her with her problems! again: guilt tripping. saying the god of your religion can’t save you but your fiancee can is, uh… quite a responsibility for V carry, especially when you take in the fact that Rika was stated to be pretty religious before this. this is a personal view, but my Rika-friend does this too; they tell me i’m the only one who’s ever there to help them, i’m the only one who will listen, etc. etc. personally, this is draining for me. being the source of someone’s peace of mind and sanity is… huge. it doesn’t matter how much you love the person, this will take a huge toll on you regardless. you won’t always be there to help the person, and it feels awful to have to tell them that. i don’t doubt that V has to deal with this too! i’m sure, aside from Rika’s dependency on him, he has issues of his own that he has to take care of. people need breaks from helping someone excessively, in order to be able to take care of themselves and keep helping the person at the same time, but… from the way V lost himself later (i’m still not over it), i don’t think he ever got that break.

(EDIT: i found a post on my dash that relates to this so i thought i’d link it as further proof: http://jihyunnn.tumblr.com/post/153749507155/naamahdarling-metalfatigue-alt-and-black ) (i don’t know how to make links yet lmao so this is the best i can do)

skip to the present when they’re at Mint Eye. I think these screenshots say enough for themselves, so I won’t spend as much time on them as the others. what i will say is this: Saeran (or Unknown, for y’all who didn’t know his real name before) exposes Rika’s “true” feelings about V. whether they’re really true or not is up for debate, but insulting your ex-lover (who did absolutely nothing wrong, mind you) and calling them awful names is hard to fake. this is downright hatred.  

this is the part where i start crying because V deserved so much better. they say a picture holds a thousand words, and these three certainly do, more than the previous ones.

“Do you even see how much I’ve grown?” “Shouldn’t you be proud of me?” “You never acknowledge me when I do something great.” 

warning sirens!! warning sirens!! giant red flag!!!!!! how do people see this as a healthy relationship??

V was the one who got Rika to start going to therapy. He wanted to learn more about her to help her with her mental problems. He wants to help her grow! but she’s doing the opposite! and blaming him after all his efforts!!! 

she even compares him to her parents. Rika is adopted, yoosung tells us that at the beginning. on Rika’s wiki it is implied that she and her adoptive mother don’t get along. in the “Trivia” section it says that she (or they, including her father) regrets adopting her. whoa there. Rika just said “you’re just like my parents.” She compared V to her abusive parents. i think that says enough (V my boy i’m so sorry).

so V, in an attempt to save himself and Rika from any further verbal harm, says that he is proud of her, but he sees that there are flaws in her ideas of saving people. he’s calling her out on her plans, because i’m he feels like she can’t see that herself. she immediately jumps to defend herself by, you guessed it, more guilt tripping. She makes him look like the bad guy. “How could you say that?” is meant to make him feel bad! and you can see it on his face that he does indeed feel bad!!

of course i couldn’t forget that last screenshot, the one from the post i made a couple days ago that started this chain. again… if this doesn’t show how awful Rika is, i don’t know what will. 

“I think my eyes are at their end. But… I liked it because you’re the one who gave me this pain.” he’s been destroyed and hurt by Rika so many times but he still loves her, and Rika hasn’t apologized for what she’s done. I haven’t read anything from her that has her saying “I’m sorry” in any way and I’ve played every route. Rika hasn’t apologized for anything she’s done. nothing. zip. zero. nada. i don’t want to hear it’s because she’s mentally ill. that’s not an excuse and it never will be. she’s mentally ill, yes? girl me too!! that doesn’t stop me from recognizing my shitty behaviour!! you still have to apologize when you do something abusive! your mental illness is not a free pass to be an asshole! (even if your partner is like V and insists it doesn’t bother them you still have to apologize you wet paper bag)

aside from Rika being unforgivably disrespectful to V, she messed up Saeran bad. we know Rika rescued Seven and Saeran from their abusive mother. yeah, what a hero!! but not for long!!! when Seven left, she took care of Saeran up until her breakup with V. After this, she started brainwashing him to hate Seven and distort his image of him. that’s right! she’s the reason he has so much trouble accepting Seven as his brother again. Saeran said a couple screenshots ago that “he’s the man who lied to me for all these years,” but he didn’t play a role in his brainwashing. that was all Rika. it’s my guess that she brainwashed him to hate him.

V was never the bad guy. same with Saeran. this whole time it’s been Rika. anyone who defends Rika’s sick actions can fight me personally. 

in conclusion: she’s awful and does not deserve to be forgiven.

*mic drop*

Yours (Damien Haas)

Originally posted by naixoceh

A/N: Here is the fourth and final part of this series that starts off with His National Treasure! Thanks to everyone who read this mini-series, it was an absolute blast to write it. Love y’all! 

You hadn’t looked at social media since Show With No Name had gone up earlier today. You were too afraid. You had to admit, the editing team did a great job on the episode, but it was still nerve-wracking. 

The fans meant a lot to you. They happily accepted you into the community, but they could be quick to tear you down since they could be harsh when having to accept something new. 

Everyone in Smosh had been supporting you and Damien from the get-go. There was no denying that you had a backing system, but you still did not want to face the music. 

You walked around the office and did work absent-mindedly. You sat down at the table in the Squad office and just started typing away. Your vision would sometimes blur when typing, leaving you with your thoughts at moments and that wasn’t the best. 

You should check to see what the fans said. Maybe they completely accept the fact that you’re dating Damien. But maybe they absolutely hate that you two are together. Never mind, do not do it. Don’t put yourself in that position. 

You are footsteps into the room but didn’t care to notice who it was or even say hi. 

You continued to just go on typing, sometimes stopping to stare at your screen without doing anything. 

“Hey, are you okay? You’ve been absent minded all day,” it was Shayne who called you out of your trance. You felt him looking at you with concern. 

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. It’s just…” You felt your voice trail off. 

Should you tell Shayne what’s going on? 

“Whatever it is, I hope it doesn’t affect you too much. You look so bothered right now.” 

“I still haven’t seen what fans have said about yesterday’s show. It’s freaking me out,” you blurted out. 

“Have you talked to Damien about it?” he questioned you. 

“I have, but… I don’t know. I just keep getting panicked about it. It’s probably just nothing and I’m overreacting,” you shrugged it off. 

It’s not something that you should just shrug off, but you did it anyway. There was definitely a problem that you did nothing but shrug it off. You knew you were wrong and lying, but you couldn’t just admit to yourself that it was bigger than you thought. 

“Hey, just talk through it again. I’m pretty sure he will continue listening to you no matter what. I think that’s slightly what boyfriend’s are for,” Shayne slightly laughed. 

“I think you’re right. Thanks Shayne,” you laughed. “Now, I think I have to go film something at sometime today, but I absolutely do not remember what.” 

“No problem, are you a part of the crossover Board AF today?” Shayne asked you. 

“Ahh, you’re right. That’s what it is. Bye Shayne,” you waved s you started to leave the office.

“Bye Y/N,” Shayne yelled after you. 

You made your way to the Smosh Games office in hopes of finding Damien before your shoot. You walked into the office noticing that his chair was completely empty and no one else in the room. 

Instead of trying to figure out where anyone was, most likely trying to get ready for their shoots of the day, you plopped down into Damien’s chair at his desk. You looked down at his desk to notice a photo strip leaning up against his computer, it one that y’all had taken shortly after you two had gotten together. You picked it up and smiled at it.

In the process, you accidentally hit Damien’s computer mouse that lit up the screen. He was on the page of yesterday’s Show With No Name. This made you drop the picture and look immediately at the screen as you breathed in. 

I guess this is the moment I look at the comments. You told yourself. 

You only scrolled far enough down to see the pinned comment from an hour ago, your lovely boyfriend Damien Haas. 

Thanks everyone for the kind words! I think Y/N will be happy to hear that she didn’t screw anything up. And yes, I am very happy that I used that pick-up line on her. :) 

“Well, I finally see that you braved to look at the comments,” Damien turned you around in his chair. 

“I kind of did. I only saw your comment so far. I still kind of nervous to go any further down,” you chuckled. “Are they really that good?”

“They are nothing but support for us. Everyone couldn’t be happier that we are together,” he smiled down at you while leaning down to kiss you. “How about I show you a few more comments to show how excited everyone is that we’re together?” He smiled at you. 

“I would love that. Please show me your ways,” you laughed. 

You turned back around in your chair as he directed your attention to the comments. 

Aww Boze is right, they are adorable together!! <3

Okay, but the true question is, what’s their ship name? I ship them but they need a ship name asap!!!!

You and Damien laughed and smiled over all the comments pouring in and commented on a few as you kept going through them. 

You looked up at Damien and just smiled at him then kissed his cheek. 

“I love you so much,” you happily said.

“I love you too,” he smiled then kissed you. 

You could not believe that he was yours. 

Jaehyungparkian; Backspace

It’s hard, being apart for so long. The distance digs a gap in their relationship and sometimes it just seems too wide to overcome, like Brian would fall right down into it if he ever tried jumping over, but they’re trying to make things work. And it is working. Mostly. At least when Brian doesn’t fuck up. Like now.

(Or, Brian has been trying to come home for a long time now. Jae just keeps waiting.)

Sequel to Screen Talk, which you can read here on Tumblr or here on Ao3.

Read on Ao3 for better formatting. 

The crowd is still screaming by the time Brian makes his way out of the stage.

He stumbles his way to the end of the concert hall, waves one last goodbye to the fans, and then stumbles down the stairs leading backstage. Someone hands him a towel, pats him on the back in congratulations after another show well done. Brian makes an effort to give a small nod in thanks, too tired to muster up a real smile. He pats his forehead clean of sweat, swipes his bangs away from where they’re plastered uncomfortably against his skin, and tries hard not to collapse against the wall in exhaustion.

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totally-not-using-a-fake-name  asked:

Amazing Race AU: Jet and Michael are the team that (unless they are in a massive rush) will stop and take selfies with fans and acknowledge fan blogs. They see a fan on the street who's staring longingly? "Hey! Want a photo?" They see a funny post online? They bring it up on camera. Read an amazing fanfiction? Quote it. Michael thinks it's halarious that they have a following and M I L K S I T.

kfhkdsfjdfkjhf okay so @ fake-name, that scenario is unlikely in their original season because by the time they have a fanbase, all shooting and travelling and editing is done. so when the fanbase blows up, michael and jeremy are already chilling in their shared apartment happily watching people lose their collective shit over all the things that went down. by this point, they are already dating and they watch the episodes together while cuddling on the couch  to see how the story looked from the outside, what went on with the other teams when they weren’t paying attention, and to laugh hysterically at literally every scene they’re in.

(”I can’t believe this,” Michael wheezes, wiping a tear from his eye with the hand not holding Jeremy’s. On screen, Michael and Jeremy are hugging, and Jeremy finds it pretty weird to watch himself on television. It’s disorienting, seeing his experiences from another perspective. From a completely different perspective that manages to showcase just how goddamn oblivious they both were.“This is just the first episode and you literally solemnly said ‘you’re the most important thing in my life’. To me! To my face! Because I figured out a riddle!”

“I said it because it was true, shut up,” Jeremy groans good naturedly as Michael’s chest just keeps shaking from laughter under his head. He props himself up on his elbows to look at Michael. “It’s not like you have any room to talk, Mr. You Bring Light Into My Life, Jeremy Heere, Thank You,” Jeremy says it over-the-top sweet, nuzzling back into Michael’s chest. Michael flicks him on the nose. “Hey!”

“I said that when we were in Barcelona, okay. So first off, I was prompted by the ambiance. It’s Barcelona. Second, that was way farther into the competition. This is the first episode,” Michael says, threading his hand into Jeremy’s hair. “Sooooo, I win.”

“Win what?” Jeremy laughs. The TV is playing a bit where Chloe and Brooke are running across the streets. Brooke keeps whispering ‘cardio, cardio, cardio’ to herself.

“I have no idea.” Michael hums. Then he says, “Scratch that. We both won, really, yeah?”

Jeremy knows he’s not talking about the cash prize, but he nods, understanding all the same, Michael’s heartbeat a steady sound by his ear. “Yeah. Yeah we did.”)

SO OF COURSE they know about the fans and the fanbase and the shipping. michael thinks it’s the best thing ever while jeremy is a little bit more embarrassed about it (because jesus, they really were fucking oblivious). of course, for studio contract reasons, michael and jeremy cannot divulge any spoilers and are encouraged not to interact with the fans too much for various reasons: 1) fans are smart and might just deduce who wins and who gets eliminated, which is a big no-no for an elimination based show like the amazing race and 2) “Okay, Michael. Jeremy. You can’t tell anybody you’re dating now. This isn’t because we don’t approve of your relationship, but because if fans know you’re an item, they might stop watching the pine fest. Understood?”

it’s pretty understood. plus, they signed the contract. but michael actually reads the thing and learns that they’re not allowed to not interact with fans. they just cant say anything about the season + their relationship. everything else is fair game.

michael binge likes tweets about them. like. almost every one. it’s a joke in the fanbase that if you mention michael or jeremy even tangentially michael will find it and like it. it’s so easy to summon to him, but he says NOTHING. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. when the fans realize the goddamn pine fest of the century, theyre basically banging down michael’s social media sites with pots and pans “GIVE US ANSWERS!!” to which he just replies with :)c each and every time. all his tweets have nothing to do with the show and are mostly about his music or a picture of a dog he saw that day. he tweets nothing new about jeremy because that would make the internet speculate and Explode, but if u go back on his twitter or insta it’s just all them (plus more dogs). what im tryna say is that michael’s a huge troll and while he riles up the fans, they also dont get much stuff to guess on so they continue watching the show. (somewhere out there, a bunch of amazing race execs just breathe a sigh of relief “oh, thank god”)

ANYWAY I VEERED WAY OFF COURSE, but if that scenario were to happen, it would be because the second scenario of anon happened. they totally agree to it but i think that by that point, they’re not doing it for the money and aren’t very competitive. the showrunners don’t mind because just their presence is enough to up the hype for the season even if michael and jeremy just turn it into a glorified honeymoon with challenges and being really really nice to fans. michael is SO UP FOR IT but jeremy is still shy. everybody is charmed either way and they all weep when Team Hus Bands is eliminated once again, (but also maybe a little bit relieved because god their screentime was just. unadulterated love. it’s overwhelming to watch. love is real. love is so real. too real. hey boys can you maybe tone it down just a little bit because this is national television and—-and theyre kissing, okay. okay fine.)

(really, it’s the showrunners’ fault for wanting them back a second time. they should know by now that michael and jeremy together always results in something.)


Extended Imagine Requested by Anon: Can you do an imagine where the reader and Jared are arguing backstage at a concert and Shannon overheard it and it’s Jared fault so he’s the one to intervene and help you guys makeup and also he tells Jared to get his shit together and that he doesn’t deserve you , and to act better; (edit by Anon) could I also maybe add where the reader leaves for few days after the fight just because she doesn’t want to stay under the same roof as Jared

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Reader’s P.O.V

The concert was finally over. You and Jared had an argument before and you hadn’t dissolved it yet. Jared didn’t want to admit that he was wrong, and it pissed you off. It was always like this, every time you two had a fight, you were the one who ended up apologizing, no matter if you were right or wrong. And you were fed up with it. This time, you weren’t going to give in so easily.
Jared found you waiting for him in front of the tour bus. He walked over to you, “You’re still here then.”, he said coldly. “Did you expect me to leave? We aren’t done ‘talking’ yet.” He rolled his eyes at you. “Seriously, what the fuck is your problem? Is it that difficult for you to admit you’re wrong?”, you yelled at him. “Yes, because I am not wrong!”, he countered. “For the last time, and listen very carefully, because I am not going to repeat myself again: there is nothing going on between me and Dave, he’s just a colleague. I don’t even see him outside of work. God forbid, I should act the way you are now, when new pictures of you and your ‘friends’ show up. I never complain, I go to 1 work dinner, and you completely overreact!”, you let out an exasperated sigh. “You know what, forget it. You’re clearly not interested in what I have to say. I’ll leave, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” You walked away, still fuming. You called a cab and checked into a hotel. You really didn’t want to spend the night stuck on a bus with him.

Author’s P.O.V

Shannon had overheard everything, as he was sitting inside the tour bus the entire time. Not to mention, he was there earlier when this whole argument began, you and Jared hadn’t been very subtle about it. Fighting backstage just before the show began. Shannon peeked outside the bus and called his brother to join him inside. Jared got onto the bus, “What?”, he said sounding rather annoyed. “Calm down dude. Sit and listen.” If anybody else had been in Shannon’s place, Jared would’ve just left but not with his brother, so he took a seat. “What are you doing man? Seriously. That woman is the best thing that ever happened to you and you’re constantly fucking it up. You’re lucky she loves you. Do you even know what she goes through on a day to day basis just because she’s with you? Everyday people are sending her hate or trying to convince her that you’re cheating on her with one of your model friends. And she just takes it. Not once has she doubted you, always standing by your side. You have absolutely no reason to be pissed at her right now. You know I love you, but man, you don’t even deserve her. Not when you’re acting like this. Get your shit together and when you’re ready, apologize. Admit that you were wrong. That’s all she wants to hear. An honest apology.” Jared stayed quiet, he knew that his brother was right. Truth be told, sometimes he wondered why you were still with him. He thanked his brother for the wakeup call and left to find you.

Reader’s P.O.V

You were in your hotel room, having a late dinner, when your phone rang. Jared was calling you. Not wanting to talk to him, you declined his call. He tried it couple of times but you never answered. After a while, he switched to texting you. So now he was worried, huh. You shook your head. Seeing as you didn’t want to be bothered the rest of the night, you send him text, telling him to leave you be. That you needed some time and space to clear your head. In that moment, you didn’t care that he could interpret this as you breaking up with him. Which you weren’t, maybe. You had to think about it. If he continued to behave like a child/teenager than maybe this relationship wasn’t worth fighting for.

A few days later you received a call from Shannon. He wanted to check in on you, he had also texted you the night you disappeared. He was worried about you, and worried that you wouldn’t come back. “Listen, Y/N. I don’t want to guilt you into coming back, I know that my brother was a pain in the ass and you deserve better but he’s a mess without you. I think he finally got the message. I think you should at least talk to him, hear what he has to say. And if you don’t agree with what he has to say, I’m not going to stop you from leaving.” Shannon was right. You needed to talk to Jared.
You checked out of your hotel and got on a flight back home to LA. To Jared.

There he was, standing in the kitchen. He didn’t even notice you coming in. You cleared your throat to make him aware of your presence. He turned around, “Hey.”, he looked relieved. “Hey.”, you answered, smiling shyly. “Can I start?”, he asked nervously. You nodded. “Thank you.”, he took a deep breath, “Y/N. I want to apologize, I need to apologize. I was a complete idiot. I overreacted and was unfair towards you, and I am sorry. I don’t deserve you nor your forgiveness but if you’ll let me, I’ll try to make it up to you. I want to be better for you, be the boyfriend you deserve. Trust you, respect you and love you unconditionally. I know it’ll take some time but I know we can fix this. I don’t want to lose you.”
You were surprised, you didn’t expect him to be so emotional. Maybe this was a sign that he really was ready for this to be a proper relationship. It showed you that he did care. “Thank you, for the apology. I really needed to hear that. And I agree that this, us, is going to take some time to heal but I want to fix it, too.”, you smiled at him. He walked towards you and pulled you into a hug. “I love you, Y/N.” You buried you head in the crook of his neck, “I love you, too.”


Request: Hey, I love your writing so much 💗 Could you maybe write something about Y/n looking through fan accounts & fan fictions of Shawn & Shawn gets home & gets really uncomfortable 💗 it would mean a lot :))

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It wasn’t often that you stalked your boyfriend’s tag on tumblr.  It was a quick and easy search: Shawn Mendes.  Thousands upon thousands of search results would come up, and with nothing better to do, you decided to see what his fans were up to.

On your own tumblr, you followed about two or three blogs about Shawn, you know, just to keep up with him when he wasn’t answering his phone.  The ones you followed only posted pictures of him though, nothing else.  So when you came upon a few pieces of writing, you became interested.

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Summer Vaka- Grayson



“Yo-you want me to go on vacation with you?” I stuttered. “Of course I do.” Grayson smiled at me. “We would love to have you come with us.” Ethan said butting in. “But wouldn’t I be budding into your bro time?” I questioned stumbling over my hands. “Y/n, Cameron is coming with us.” Grayson commented. “Yeah so you don’t have to worry. It’s just a week out in Florida.” Ethan confirmed.

“Well I guess since you put it that way.” I said giving them a small smile. “Great we leave in five hours.” Ethan smiled leaving me and Grayson alone. “Five house?! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I asked Grayson. “Because, Y/n I was afraid you would say no.” He confessed. “Why would I say no to you?” I questioned. 

“I don’t know. I’m not the brightest crayon in the crayon box.” He chuckled. “That you are right about. Well I better be heading home and telling my parents about it and get packing.” I said standing on my tippy toes to kiss his cheek. “I’ll go with you.” Grayson commented smiling. “You don’t have to.” I blushed. “Don’t worry about it, I enjoy our time together.” He smiled ruffling my hair up.

I hissed at him as he smirked at me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders pulling me closer to his body as he lead me out to his car. “Plus if I tell your parents they’ll be okay with it since they love me.” He said proudly. “I don’t know about that.” I giggled. “Do you know something I don’t?” He questioned opening the car door for me. “Nope, I was just saying.” I giggled once again.

He rolled his eyes chuckling as he closed the car door and walked over to his side. He hoped in and sat down and put on his seat belt. He turned the key in the ignition and started to pull onto the busy roads of California. He placed his hand on my thigh and I returned him a smiled and stared out into the sunny beautiful skies.

I smiled at the sight of the beach and wished I was there. Me and Grayson went there maybe every other Friday. He was always teaching me how to surf since I could never get it. As we turned down the road I know to well I frowned knowing I wouldn’t be able to look at the beach anymore.

“You okay?” Grayson asked as he saw the frown on my face. “Oh yeah, I was just remembering our times on that beach.” I smiled. “You see them also?” He questioned. “You see them?” I questioned. “I asked you first.” He laughed. “Well of course I do. Every time I go past I just see us having fun.” I smiled. “I thought I was the only one and didn’t want to say anything.” He laughed again.

“Well you should of cause I would of looked like a weirdo.” I spat out chuckling. “Nah you would just be cute, but your already cute.” He smiled at me. “Aw Grayson.” I smiled. Grayson smiled at me as he pulled into the driveway of my house and we both hopped out. I walked to the front door opening it since we only locked it at night.

“Y/n honey! Is that you!” My mom wondered. “Yeah mom! Grayson is also here.” I stated going to the stairs. “Hi Mrs. Y/l/n.” Grayson said going towards her voice instead of following me. I went up the stairs and headed towards me room and grabbed out the suitcase from my closet and thought. They said like a week. Okay I can do this.

Hours later ~

“Yeah we’re here.” Grayson said in the phone handing me my bag and suitcase. “I just parked the car. Don’t worry we’ll be there in time.” He explained. I guess he was talking to his brother because we were really pushing it close to the deadline of boarding. “Well I can’t rush and talk at the same time so bye.” He ended the call and looked at me. 

“We have to hurry.” He commented. I nodded and we walked quickly to the airport. We went through security with no problem and met up with the other two right before they called boarding. We all got into the plane and Grayson let out a sigh of relief sitting down next to me.

Several more house later ~

Honestly could of been better.” Grayson commented rolling his neck around. As we stepped out into the main airport part we saw a bunch of fans. “Part one of vacation, pictures then relax.” Gayson whispered in my ear. I nodded at him as the fans started screaming and running up to us to take pictures. And by us I mean us. People wanted a picture with me also.

We got out of the crowed and called for an uber. Well waiting for the uber Grayson stared at me as the warm breeze hit us. “What?” I questioned. “Nothing. You’re just really beautiful.” He smiled at me. “Thank you.” I blushed hiding my face. “Hey hey, no covering. When you blush it makes you twenty times more adorable.” He smiled picking my head up to look at him. My blushed continued to get worse. “Come here.” He commented pulling me towards his lips. I closed the gap between us and he smiled into the kiss deepening it.

“*cough* Guys the uber is here.” Ethan said awkwardly. Me and Grayson pulled away and smiled at each other before going into the back of the car well Cameron sat in the front. I was in a Dolan sandwich the whole time. Which I was fine with. I layed my head on Grayson’s shoulder and he grabbed my hand intertwined our fingers.

As the car stopped in front of the hotel we headed into the front desk and stopped and checked in. I grabbed mine and Grayson’s card before he could take it since I know how he is with loosing things. We headed up to our floor and stopped in front of Grayson and Cameron. “Don’t do anything naughty.” Cameron smirked.

I rolled my eyes at her. “I would say the same back but that’s just incest.” I commented. “They can be into it you never know.” Grayson laughed. “They aren’t.” I laughed along with Grayson and we started to part our ways. WE went down the main hallway as they turned do the other one. We found our room and I opened the door and walked in.

“Holy shit.” I commented looking at the room. “Pretty good right. Want to know the best part?” He asked. I nodded. He lead me to the balcony and opened the door and pointed. “We have the perfect view of the ocean.” He smiled. I looked at the blue waves flowing onto the sand and smiled. “This place is absolutely beautiful.” I smiled.

“Just like a girl I know.” He whispered in my ear. “What’s her name? Cause i’ll beat this bitch up. I may be small but I’m still strong.” I said turning to look at him. “Her name Is Y/n Y/l/n.” He chuckled kissing my cheek. “That’s my name.” I whispered. “I know.” He chuckled beautiful pulling me into a kiss.

“This is going to be the best vacation ever.” He commented before attacking my lips once again.

Ethan Dolan - So-called feud


“Hey guys, so as I promised, I’m here today to answer your questions in an amazing Q&A video, because it’s been a while since I did something like that, so let’s get started!” I smiled into the camera that was recording. I grabbed my phone from the table and opened the questions I chose for the video and started to answer them.

Most of them were in connection with my older videos, about the last VidCon I attended and how it felt meeting some amazing people, and then there were this one:

“How do you feel about Ethan Dolan?” I read the question and then put down my phone to think about my answer. “Well, first of all, I don’t know him, I, like, once saw him at an event from the other side of the room, but never talked to him. Second of all, I have no opinion on him or whatsoever, I don’t really follow what he and his brother do, so I don’t feel anything about him, sorry.”

I thought this was a pretty diplomatic answer, I didn’t know what else should have I said of a guy I knew absolutely nothing about.
I answered some more questions and then turned the camera off. After done editing it I uploaded it and I went to bed. I liked to wait for the reactions and then read them at once, but I wasn’t expecting what really happened. As I woke up and started to read the comments and tweets on my phone my eyes went wide. Ethan Dolan was tagged in almost every each of them saying like “lol Ethan is so sassy, I can’t wait for her reaction” or like “Ethan don’t listen to her, you rule!”. I immediately opened Ethan’s profile and started to look for anything he wrote about me.

@Y/T/N So I don’t even exist in your world. Good to know.

“What the fuck?” I hissed looking at the tweet not even understanding why he would write something like this. What I said in the video was nothing near what he tweeted and I didn’t like being in the middle of a drama that was nonsense. So I quickly sent him a DM.

“Hey Ethan, I really don’t understand your latest tweet. I didn’t mean to hurt you with anything I said in my video.”

I nervously kept reading the comments and tweets about our non-existing feud while waiting for him to answer which by the way happened quite quickly.

“Good morning Y/N. I’m willing to talk to you and make a deal, add me on Skype.”

Then he sent me his Skype name and I immediately added him. Five minutes later I was waiting for him to answer the call and when I saw him half naked on my screen I just felt even more nervous. I had never liked drama and never wanted to cause it, so I just wanted to end it right there.

“Hey!” he waved at me with a wide smile.

“Hi. Thanks for answering, I just wanted to make sure that there is no real feud between us, because I don’t want to end up being the drama queen,” I said running my fingers through my hair. He lightly chuckled confusing me even more.

“Okay, I’ll be honest with you,” he said. I heard some muttering from around him, I guess he wasn’t alone, then he even picked up something from besides him and then gave it to someone who was behind the camera and then he turned back to me. “You didn’t say anything provocative, I just wanted to get your attention.”

At first I thought I heard him wrong. Then I furrowed my eyebrows trying to find the right words. Was this a joke? Did he really cause drama just to get my attention? I couldn’t decide if it was the sweetest or stupidest thing I had ever heard.

“Look, I’m really sorry, I admit it wasn’t the best idea, but I have been following you since forever but you seem to ignore my existence and I just wanted to have a chance to talk to you.”

“I’m ignoring you?” I asked in confusion.

“Well, yes. My biggest achievement that you are following me on Twitter, but no matter what I do you never react to anything I do or say, like you just don’t give a shit about me.”

“Maybe because we don’t know each other and I’m not a big fan of faking a friendship just for the entertainment,” I replied raising my eyebrows at the picture of him.

“Who was talking about friendship here?” he asked lightly chuckling and I was a bit taken aback. “I’m trying to get your attention so I can ask you out for a date.”

I heard some quiet whistling from the background, I guess his brother or his friends were amused by the boldness of how he smoothly asked me out.

I let out a bit awkward laugh not really knowing how to deal with the sudden situation. Ethan was a very good-looking guy and I appreciated the efforts he did just to get to me.

“Well, it would be a bit confusing to the people if we suddenly were seen on a date after our so-called feud,” I answered trying to hide my smile.

“I can help with that. Let me take a screenshot quickly.”

I didn’t understand why he needed a screenshot, but I tried to look decent, and then watched as he started to type something. When he was done he told me to check my Twitter. I saw that he just tweeted a photo, the screenshot of us talking on Skype with the following caption:

“Guys, I was just messing with you. I’m having the best conversation on Skype with her right now.”

I laughed seeing how confused the fans were about the sudden change of mind Ethan just showed.

“Nice move,” I said smiling at him at the camera.

“So are you free tonight?” he asked wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“Let me check my schedule,” I sighed pretending to do it, but in the meanwhile I typed in my reply to his tweet.

@Ethan Dolan
I love seeing my awful morning look on the internet. See you later, in person.

I heard his phone vibrate and he immediately checked it and reading my tweet he grinned up at me before speaking up.

“I’ll pick you up at six. Send me your address in DM,” he said and then ended the call.

Mina’s Monday Recs

Wow, what a week! There has been so much loveliness coming out of the fandom creatively in the last seven days. And since I’ve become sick of adulting, I decided to this a bit earlier instead :) (Of course, this rec list is – as it always is – based on my shipping preferences, and lately, as will soon become obvious, I’ve been on a bit of a Nyssa kick. Not to mention I have needed smut like I need air, which is also reflected in my choices for this week.)

Do you Take This Man? (NSFW) by yespleasehawkeye (Olicity) – AHHHH. So much smutty goodness in this fic, seriously. One thing I can never get enough of is the physicality between Oliver and Felicity when they’re established – I just think that their interactions have a different kind of sensuality to them when they’re kind of familiar with each other physically. (Like when Oliver is just casually touching Felicity under the table while they’re eating, lol.) And, of course, the fact that it’s set during Thea and Roy’s wedding (two of my OTPs for the price of one! :D) just makes this even more enjoyable. I love the lazy feel to this fic, and the way they keep going back to the dance floor again and again. Definitely one I will be rereading. :)

Carpe Diem by agentsofmariahill (Nyssara and hints of Black Assassin) – whoa. I will preface this by saying that there really isn’t nearly enough femmeslash fic out there, and there is nowhere near enough Nyssa fic either. So the fact that this is both is a bonus, for me. I love the way the author explored the different facets of Nyssa’s character – the way her father trained her, the way she slowly started questioning her sexuality, her beautiful relationship with Sara and her budding friendship with Laurel. Even if you’ve never read a Nyssa-centric fic before, I urge you to check this one out. It’s amazing.

Tantric (NSFW) by lostolicityscenes (Olicity) – HOT DAMN. I am a sucker for road trip smut, and this was gorgeous. I love the poetic style and the way Oliver and Felicity kind of find each other, physically and mentally. I love that kind of discovery between them and how the physicality between them, while losing its novelty, never loses its thrill. And what gets me is that this fic doesn’t have a word of dialogue in it, but it doesn’t need to. In fact, the silence is kind of what makes this story so sexy. <3

It is not in the Stars (NSFW) by kaleidoscopes-and-carousels (Nyssara) – GIVE ME ALL THE NYSSARA SEXYTIMES PLEASE. Wow. What an amazing homage to one of my OTPs, set during the end of season 2 when Sara returns to Nyssa and asks for the League’s help. I think this fic sums up perfectly, for me, Sara’s mindset when she decided to break things off with Oliver – that this was never about not wanting to be with Nyssa and was far more about unwilling to face the darkness inside herself.

Strange Birds by darhkfelicity (Olicity with Laulicity friendship) – I will never, ever, ever get enough of the Laulicity friendship, and this fic is such a lovely homage to what has become one of my favourite ever girl-power!friendships on Arrow. I love how their early interactions in canon are addressed here, the way Sim dips into both my darlings’ minds and shows how they slowly become friends. And I adore the way this extends beyond the Olicity road trip while also working in details of some of the new spoilers we’ve been getting for season 4.

Sensations of Survival (NSFW) by arrow-through-my-writers-block (Olicity) – ahhh, I am such a sucker for smangst, and this is a wonderful one. Set the night that Oliver defeated Ra’s (I think?), it has some of my favourite things in it, including SHOWER SEX and apologies and pain and did I mention shower sex? :D There is something almost cathartic about reading this that I adore, and there is such a gorgeous introspective and quiet feel to it that is also ridiculously hot and something that I just can’t get enough of. Definitely my favourite by this author.

So, I found this waterfall by thevegantargaryen (Nyssara) – I love Nyssara fics that are set during the flashback years, and this is an excellent one. There is so much emotion and hotness packed into what is actually quite a short piece, but it doesn’t seem to be from how beautifully it is written. Both Nyssa and Sara talk about their dreams, about leaving, exploring the world, and the way that is inexplicably linked with their exploration of each other sinceriously tugs at my heartstrings and makes me ache for these two. <3

Wanderers by susannahmccormick (Olicity) – yayyyy, more road trip fic! :) Sus does such a great job with this series, and I am loving in particular the section about Oliver and Felicity’s mountain hike. AND THE PUPPIES. Oh God. I really like the domesticity about them – not only does it perfectly fit into what Stephen and Emily have been saying lately about how Oliver and Felicity have changed while on their road trip, but there is something so ridiculously endearing about Oliver thinking about holding a barbecue and wanting to do up the house and all sorts.

And then I found this delightful tag fic (picture is NSFW) by effie214 which kind of speculates on what Oliver and Felicity would be like their first night back in Starling. And as always, Effie’s way with words leaves me speechless, because I can totally feel Felicity’s conflicting emotions about being back, and about wanting to hold onto the comfortable oblivion of their road trip. And THE PANCAKES. I love it when Oliver cooks breakfast for Felicity. For obvious reasons. :D

I also came across this gorgeous Olicity graphic by waschal – I LOVE the angel wings on Oliver (I can’t help but interpret that to be a reference to the fact that the Arrow is Starling’s guardian angel <3) and the pretty colouring and the infinity sign around the arrow. I could probably write an essay about how much I love the symbolism of this, but I’ll stop there, lol.

Then there’s this beauty by captainolicitysbedroom, which was made for supersillyanddorky06’s fic, The Firebird (which I’ll admit I haven’t had a chance to read yet, but Matty is an excellent writer and I know, having read several of her other fics, that this one is as good as anything she writes). Plus, I love any art that feature’s Al-Saheem, because of reasons. ;)

I may have shrieked a little when I saw this lovely Laurel Lance graphic by blackprettybird, too. WOW. What a gorgeous homage to my pretty bird. I love the monochrome and the way the city is reflected – I think some people forget that when Oliver was off in Nanda Parbat, Laurel had to look after Starling on her own, with only Nyssa by her side. This is a wonderful reminder of that. <3

And my graphic rec list would be incomplete without this absolutely heartbreaking Nyssara edit by cherrychapssstick, which made me feel SO MANY EMOTIONS. I love the shattered glass effect and how it reflects the fragmented nature of Nyssa and Sara’s relationship. So dark and achingly beautiful. AH.

And then, because I love Black Assassin both platonically and romantically, here are a couple of lovely videos that are dedicated to the wonderful pairing that is Laurel and Nyssa. There’s this one by wondertwinc, which goes ever so slightly AU in that they’re actually together. And wow, do they have great chemistry! I will forever love the milkshake scene, and the scene in 3x16 where Laurel agrees to let Nyssa train her, and the part where Nyssa said the last few weeks with Laurel had brought her happiness. Nothing makes me happier than two badass ladies supporting the hell out of each other, saving each other and having a beautiful friendship (and, in this video, something more). This video is certainly one I will rewatch. Again and again.

The second video is by vigilantelawyers, which I also adore and which made me fall in love with the pairing even more. What an apt song choice, and with a lovely selection of clips from the show, too. I think we see here how Nyssa has mentored Laurel in training her, but also how protective Laurel is of Nyssa – to the point that she says she doesn’t want to lose her after everyone else she’s lost. Also, I don’t know if there’s a technical name for this, but I love how at one point there is two of Nyssa and then later there is two of Laurel. It looks super cool and just makes this video even more gorgeous. :D

That’s it from me! I know this week has been Nyssa-heavy, but hey, she’s a cool character and I love her to pieces. You know the drill – if you liked anything on this list, be sure to let the creators of these wonderful fanworks know. Reblog their work. Give kudos. Leave comments. Leave a lovely message in their askbox telling them how much their fic/edit/video made your day.

In other words, spread positivity so all the hardworking people who give so much to the fandom get something back. Thanks, and see you next week! :)

(And graphic artists, I’ve linked to your works, but if you want me to take down the actual images, I am happy to do so. Just shoot me an ask. :))

Recs from last week

My fics

destiel love actually au because i can. (based on this scene with a few tweaks to give it a happy ending)

He’s marrying Sam.

Dean buries his face in his hands. Cas is marrying Sam.

Dean is happy for his brother, he really is, but this is Cas. To be fair, Dean had no ownership of Cas; there was no reason Cas should think of Dean at all. Dean had been nothing but rude the entire time they’d known each other. Whenever Cas had tried to strike up conversation, Dean had dismissed him. Every time they had invited him out to dinner, he’d come up with an excuse. And every time Cas had smiled at him, Dean had looked away.

Dean knows he can be a dick sometimes. And he’s been a dick to Cas since day one. But he feels a little justified, in this case. Because really, who could blame him?

Six months and twenty-four days ago, Dean had laid eyes on the most beautiful man he’d ever seen… only to find out, moments later, that his brother was going to marry him.

The engagement party had been two weeks ago.

And Dean had spent most of the time hiding, out of sight, taking pictures of Cas with his camera whenever the light was right… whenever Cas laughed or smiled and lit up the room.

He didn’t think anyone had noticed.

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You Matter to Me

Summary: Phil’s tired of living in everyone else’s shadow.

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 3465 

A/N: This took an eternity and a day to write omg. So anyway I kind of based this off of mine and my best friend’s relationship so I’m like really passionate about this and worked really on it so I hope you like it. Enjoy! xx

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