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Don’t You Like It?

Kiseok/Simon D X Reader 
Jealous and hurt by his actions while he’s away out of town is definite cause for retaliation. 

Kiseok was not usually a warm guy. In fact he was mostly cold and often grumpy. However, he liked you. That meant, that more often than not, he was incredibly sweet to you. That’s what you liked about him. His disinterest in everyone else made his interest in you feel that much more significant.

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Animation: Tadashi x Reader

You watch the recorded video on your cell phone for thehundredth time, for some reason hoping for a better outcome.  However, just like before, the jerk that had been standing in front of you at the time that you filmed this, steps in front of your camera, and completely blocks off what you had been filming.  With an irritated huff, you press the button to turn off the screen of your phone and toss it onto the table.  You pull out your ear buds as well; the soft buzzing that fills the café now entering your ears.  You sigh tiredly and rub your forehead.

 You pick up your drawing notebook and flip through the first several pages.  Going through it fast enough, you can see the animation piece come to life.  However, it doesn’t last very long, before the pages become blank.  You only have about a quarter of the notebook filled and you only have two more weeks to fill the rest of it.  Unfortunately for you, the only reference you have for the object you’re using in your animation project is that crappy quality video on your phone.

 “Are you alright?” you hear a friendly, male voice ask.

 Looking up, you blush slightly when you see it’s the cute boy that sometimes works at the café. You’re pretty sure you’ve heard him be called Tadashi, but you’ve never actually met him, not counting the few times you smiled at him in passing.  “Oh! Uh, yes. I’m fine, just a little frustrated, I guess,” you respond, flustered that he’s actually talking to you.

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Mend - Part 5

Story Description: Reader has terrakinesis and going through a lot of emotional personal issues when Steve brings back Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky x Fem/Reader (enhanced)

Words: 6,616

Set after Captain America: Civil War. Contains Civil War spoilers!!!

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

“Y/N, Sergeant Barnes… Captain Rogers is requesting your presence in the meeting room.” Y/N would have groaned and ignored the A.I. But Bucky, startled by a voice, awoke instantly and shot up straight with a gun at the ready. He pointed it at the door since the speakers for F.R.I.D.A.Y. were placed there. But in his movement, he also managed to move his strong and wide frame over and in front of Y/N, protecting her as an immediate response. 

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All Work and No Sleep [Danisnotonfire x Reader]

Author’s Note: Look, I actually wrote something! Inspired by the fact I’ve been stressed lately because I have another paper due next week. That’s also why I’ve been absent here. On top of actually finishing the book for it, I’ve had lots of work for my other classes as well so writing hasn’t been high on the priorities list, I hope you understand. I’ve been watching a lot of Dan and Phil again lately, so that’s why this is here. Also I don’t really like the ending to this but I’m not changing it lol. Enjoy.

Word Count: 1,371

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Tayvin Oneshot - Headrush

The entire night was a blur. Shades of applause and smudges of conversation that overflowed into the next one. Lots of dancing and lots of singing along. Flashing cameras and trophies being added one by one to her arm. A crowd of people surrounding her, always a crowd of people everywhere she turned. She hardly remembers any one thing.

Except for her first award. That was always going to stick in her mind the same way she remembers how cold the room was where she got her first rejection at a recording label and what the first boy who kissed her was wearing. All these scenes were painted like masterpieces in her head, exquisite in the detail. She was all about making moments, but some of them were created so organically, no amount of planning could make them happen as beautifully as they did. Like the moment her name was called that first time.

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Little phan one shot

     “Come one, Dan, please just get over here.” Phil’s voice rang out across the apartment, exasperated as Dan sulked around in his room for the umpteenth time this week.
     A loud groan is all that responded, a groan that gained volume until Dan’s head appeared around the corner of the wall. “Why? I’m so tired, Phil, I just want to sl—
     what the hell is this?”  
     The entire room looked as though a six-year old had been fed ten cans of cool-whip and then had been set loose to do as they pleased. The couch was completely devoid of cushions, as they had all been set up in front of the television like some sort of makeshift fort. The lights in the room were dimmed, with the main source of light coming from a sickly green honest-to-god lava lamp in the center of the room. Dan recognized the spare sheets and pillows from their linen closet, all strewn about the fort, making up the roof and back of the small fort, which looked like it could fit maybe four and a half tiny children, and perhaps one and a half grown ones.
      Right amidst the chaos, all glowy and excited, sat Phil. His face appeared gaunt and ill as an effect of the lamp, which sat on a garden brick a few feet behind him. “Well don’t just stand there, come join me in our fort,” he said, staring up at Dan as if nothing was weird about the contents of the room they were currently in. Dan took one more look around the area, thought what the hell, and sat down in front of the tv.
     “No, you have to get inside of it, Dan, that’s the whole point of a fort.”
     “Why did you do all of this, anyway?” Dan inquired. “And I hope you don’t expect me to clean all of this up when you’re finished.”
     “Well, you were being all moody and sad again, and I don’t like when you do that, so I was trying to think of ways to make you happy, and I remembered you talking about how much you used to love pillow forts, and how you wished you could build one again, so voila,” he said, and wwith so much sincerity and excitement that Dan couldn’t help but smile.
     “Did I say that?” he asked, looking across at his flat-mate.
     “Well, you may have implied it at some point in time, but hey, it’s done, so get inside,” Phil responded, climbing inside of the half-assed fort and patting the space next to him. Sighing, Dan complied, attempting to crawl inside of the fort next to his friend. Their arms brushed together, and Dan was starting to realize exactly how small the thing actually was, noticing in great detail how the entire left side of his body was resting practically on top of the right side of Phil’s. It felt nice.
     “So, what exactly did you expect us to do in here, Phil?”
     “Oh yeah! I nearly forgot about that.” Phil slid out of the fort, told Dan to close his eyes for a second, and placed a disc into the DVD player, turning on the television and angling it so that it was clearly visible from beneath the amalgamation of pillows and sheets. He grabbed the TV remote and slid back in next to Dan, accidentally elbowing him in the face during the process. Once they were situated, and once Phil had apologized at least five times for the reckless elbowing, he told his fort-mate to open his eyes.
     “Howl’s Moving Castle? Are you actually serious? You called me in here from the comfort of my dark, somber room, to watch a Studio Ghibli movie? In a haphazard pillow fort?” Dan sounded slightly agitated, and Phil looked down in shame. “That’s the absolute greatest thing anyone has ever done for me.” Phil’s head lifted a bit, and he took in all at once Dan’s sparkling eyes and wide smile, and he felt himself beginning to grin as well.
     “So you’re not mad?” Phil asked cautiously.
     “No, you  twat,” Dan answered, laughing. “You know this is one of my favourite films. But I thought you said you couldn’t find it when you went out the other day?”
     “And I couldn’t! But just yesterday I decided to check at the little secondhand shop around the corner, and they had it there for only £6, so I bought it there. I wanted to watch it yesterday, but you seemed to be in a mood, so I thought I’d wait a bit.”
     “Damn, we should go there more often. But enough chit-chat, let’s get this show started. You start the movie, and I’ll go make some popcorn.” With that, Dan walked to the kitchen and when he came back, he had to stop and stare in awe at the sight of his best friend, on the floor, smiling happily at the screen before him. He truly is beautiful he thought, smiling softly. He shook his head at the thought, and walked back to the fort, settling in to watch what, in his opinion, was the best love story ever told in the history of romance movies.
     The minutes flew by, with Dan and Phil giggling at every small joke, oohing and aahing at all the appropriate times, throwing popcorn both at the screen and at each other. It was the best night that Dan had had in quite a while, and when Howl was over, they popped in My Neighbor Totoro because, as Phil so eloquently put it, “You can’t just watch one and not the other, Dan, that’s just blasphemy!” About halfway through Totoro, Dan leaned over to make a comment on the animation quality, only to hear soft snoring in response. Glancing over, Dan could see Phil’s head was down, resting on his arm. His face was squished against his arms and Dan couldn’t help but laugh softly at the sight. Phil’s eyes were closed, and his mouth was open slightly.
     Dan, after staring admirably at the lovely sleeping man next to him, turned his attention back to the movie. Not even five minutes later, Phil started to shiver to the point that he was snuggling up against Dan’s side for warmth. With Phil pinning him down, Dan couldn’t move enough to grab a blanket without waking him, and so he settled  for wrapping his arms gently around the other boy, and carefully moving so that both were lying in a somewhat-more-comfortable position beneath the fort.
     In this new position, Phil’s face was buried in Dan’s chest, his head resting on the younger boy’s arm, the other of which was wrapped gently but firmly around Phil’s waist. Dan’s face was full of black hair, but he didn’t mind it one bit. He inhaled deeply, and basked in the familiar scent of his home, of their home.
     Dan thought back to the times before he was “Danisnotonfire,” back to when he thought he was just another emo kid who was in love with a youtuber he had never met, who he thought would never notice him. He thought about how annoying he had been, tweeting Phil constantly and commenting on every one of his videos twenty thousand times, and he wondered how in the hell did this happen to me? How did this wonderful man, this angel of a human being, decide that he would talk to me, of all the people in the world. How did I become the lucky one? He constantly was trying to wrap his brain around the fact that he was here, living in the same building, breathing the same air, as his YouTube hero. He marveled at how far he had come since 2009, at how far they had come, and he squeezed Phil more tightly to himself, feeling finally content with his life.
     “I love you, you fucking nerd,” he murmured into Phil’s ear as he turned the TV and the DVD player off, unplugging the lava lamp—which he still didn’t understand why it was there or what importance it had—and settled in for the wonderful night of rest.

     When Phil woke up the next morning, he was surprised to find himself wrapped around his roommate. Their legs were intertwined, and their arms tangled around one another’s bodies. But Phil didn’t mind. He smiled knowingly to himself and laid his head back down against Dan’s chest, and drifted off to sleep, because what better way to spend your mornings than wrapped totally and completely around the boy you love?

I’ll Wait With You - Jack Maynard Imagine

Requested by @1dnhhsmk: “can i get an imagine with Jack Maynard where they have been dating for awhile but nothing has happened yet and the boys are picking on him about it and it makes Y/N said but jack cheers her up”

Also: “So I got this idea for a imagine but my writing skills aren’t nearly as good as yours… So y/n’s Jack’s girlfriend and Conor accidentally makes a joke about one of her insecurities when they’re all drunk so Jack gets pissed and punch that FUCKING hOLE in the wall during the fight. Of course you can add and take away stuff, I just really want to know how that hole was born lol”

A/N: Wow this one got so long (WC: 1,439) I actually had to put a “keep reading” in! I really hope you enjoy it!

“Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone!” You said to Jack and Conor while opening the door to the apartment. You were going to visit your family and while you were only going to be gone for one night, you knew that was plenty of time for things to go very wrong. Not to mention, Josh was in South Africa and he was just about the only other person you trusted to keep the brothers in line.

“We’ll try our best but no promises” Conor told you with a cheeky smile.

You rolled your eyes at him. “I suppose that’s the best I can ask for.”

“Bye Y/N!” Jack said, kissing you on the cheek. “Have a safe trip.”

“Bye!” You said, taking one last look at the apartment before walking out the door, hoping it would still look the same when you got back.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a prompt please?^^ I'm not sure if you've done anything like this yet, but a prompt where Yoongi is in a horrible mood and extremely stressed and Tae is hyper & won't stop talking and Yoongi ends up snapping at Tae and saying some really hurtful things. So Tae stops talking to him for a while and Yoongi feels horrible and the other members help Yoongi plan something cute as a way to apologize to Tae

Hi anon!

I’ll try to do everything you asked for in the prompt, but some stuff might be different towards the end, I hope that’s ok! ;)

enjoy <3


Yoongi felt so on edge, and he was honestly scared of himself. 

He hadn’t been this aggravated and stressed since pre-debut. The track he was working on was being stubborn as hell, and no matter how many times he tried to tweak it, the quality sounded like garbage to his ears. 

What aggravated him the most was that the chorus was perfect. The melody fit with the lyrics perfectly for that part, but the rest of the song made him want to tear his hair out. Because of the amazing chorus, Yoongi didn’t want to start from scratch, even though it was something he would usually do in this type of situation. 

It was in this state, that Taehyung found him.

The boy casually walked into the studio, and at first Yoongi didn’t mind. He was used to Taehyung randomly popping in on him from time to time. Ever since the boy started to show an interest in producing songs of his own, it wasn’t strange to see him suddenly show up and take a seat next to Yoongi. 

But it didn’t look like Taehyung came to observe this time. He plopped down on the couch against the wall and pulled out his phone and earbuds. 

It all started with him innocently playing video games, and that didn’t bother Yoongi much. Taehyung had his earbuds in, so there was no sound to distract the rapper from what he was doing. 

The problem started when Taehyung began to talk

“Look, Hyung! I beat Kookie’s high score!”

Yoongi nodded without looking. “Good job Tae, that’s great,” he mumbled. 

Taehyung went back to playing his game, but not even ten minutes later, he started talking again. “Oh, remember when we played this one last month? You got so frustrated at level five, I couldn’t stop laughing. Remember?”

Yoongi was aggressively clicking at his mouse now, trying to get this one section of the song to trim at the precise point he needed, but no matter what he did, it was slightly off. 

Wah! They made a part two to this one! Weren’t you just saying you wished they made more levels for this game, hyung?! Look–”

“Shit, Taehyung, can you shut up for one second!”

The studio grew deathly quiet. 

Yoongi spun around in his chair and faced the wide eyed singer. 

“I’m trying to finish this track, alright?! I don’t have time to talk about your stupid video games! I can’t just laze around the dorm and bother people all day like you, ok?! I actually have work to do!”

You’ve said enough! Yoongi’s mind scream. Look at his face! He’s going to cry!

But he didn’t stop there. 

“Go bother someone else! You’re annoying me!”

Taehyung blinked a few times and quickly stood up. He gathered up his sweater and frantically shoved his feet into his shoes. 

Yoongi didn’t have to see his face to know that he was crying. 

“I-I’m.. I’m sorry, Hyung.”

The door closed behind the brunette, and Yoongi was left to stare blankly at the couch. 

He didn’t feel like fixing the track anymore.


“What did you do?”

Yoongi took one look at Jin’s disapproving frown and sighed. 

“I may or may not have yelled at him.”

Jin closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi,” he muttered, like a burdened mother with way too much stress on her mind. 

“I know,” Yoongi said quickly. “You don’t have to tell me. I know I hurt his feelings.”

Jin’s eyes flew open. “Hurt his feelings? You think that’s all you did?”

Yoongi stood in the middle of their room, feet frozen to the ground with his bag still on his shoulder. 

“Taehyung-ah feels guilty, Yoongi. He feels like he’s the reason you haven’t been doing well in the studio. He feels like he’s the reason you haven’t been getting enough sleep. He didn’t just see it as you exploding on him for no reason. He took every single thing you said to heart.”

Yoongi licked his lips and swallowed thickly. It felt like his throat was closing up. 

“I didn’t mean for him to take it that way. I was just mad and stressed out, so I snapped at him. I don’t… I don’t want him to feel guilty.”

“So then tell him that.” Jin picked back up his Wii controller. “You know how Taehyung-ah is… If you don’t tell him it isn’t his fault, he’ll hold on to it forever.”


Yoongi gently knocked on the room door. After hearing a muffled ‘come in’ he pushed open the door and walked into the room. 

Taehyung was the only one there. He was siting on his bed with an open suitcase in front of him, already packing for tomorrow’s schedule in China. The boy was idly scratching his arm and staring down at the half empty suitcase, clearly stumped about what to bring. 


Taehyung looked up at the sound of Yoongi’s voice. He opened his mouth to respond verbally, but eventually ended up nodding his head and returning his gaze to the suitcase. 

Yoongi cautiously walked over and sat next to Taehyung. He didn’t know what to say or do in this type of situation. He wasn’t good at confronting people when it came to emotional matters. He was too blunt of a person for those kind of things. 

The bedroom lamp cast strange shadows across Taehyung’s face. Yoongi couldn’t tell if he was frowning or just blank. 

“Hobi hyung and Jiminie went to the store,” Taehyung whispered. It was like he was afraid to speak too loud and upset Yoongi again. “They asked me if I wanted to go but… I… I still haven’t packed so…”

Yoongi nodded and stared down at the suitcase too. He hated packing as well. He always ended up bringing way too many bathroom products and not enough clothes. 

“Do you want me to help you?”

Taehyung stared over at him in surprise. “B-But the song you were–”

“Forget the song,” Yoongi said. “I’m two seconds away from trashing the entire studio, so I think I should just take a break. Good idea, right?”

A small smile stretched across Taehyung’s lips. Some of the light returned to his eyes, and Yoongi mentally patted himself on the back for the pleased expression on his dongsaeng’s face. 

“If you help me with mine, i’ll help you with yours,” Taehyung suggested. “Deal?”

Yoongi pretended to think about the offer. “Hmmm… deal!”

Taehyung laughed and they got to work. 

Soon enough, an hour flew by before they even knew it. The two were talking like nothing bad had ever even happened, and in that time Hoseok and Jimin had returned to the dorm. 

Jimin couldn’t stop laughing at the fact that Yoongi made Taehyung pack all of his face creams and body washes. 

It wasn’t until way later in the night, when everyone was retiring to bed after a lively dinner, that Yoongi decided to properly apologize to Taehyung. 

“I’m sorry for the way I yelled at you. Dongsaeng or not, I took my anger out on you, and I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t… I don’t like yelling at you, Taehyung-ah.”

Taehyung turned to Yoongi and tilted his head to the side. 

“Really, Hyung? While we’re brushing our teeth?” Taehyung mumbled around his toothbrush and the toothpaste foaming in his mouth. 

Yoongi flicked water at him and smiled. “Take it or leave it, brat.”

Taehyung spit out his toothpaste and grabbed Yoongi’s hand before it could flick water again. Even though the tiles were cold beneath their feet, the temperature in the room grew warmer with the feel of each other. 

Taehyung’s smile was so bright and endearing, and Yoongi was instantly reminded of that intense blindness you get after staring directly at the sun. 

“I’ll take it,” Taehyung giggled. 

Yoongi wondered how he could have ever yelled at that face. 


Sorry that I tweaked the end a bit anon, but I hope you liked it! <333

Thank you for the prompt!

qinaliel  asked:

I'm terrible at prompts so if this doesn't inspire you I'll understand lol: Jon x Sansa and one of them has amnesia? With a side order of angst, please?

It inspired me, and I’ve written these in the past for different fandoms and provided Kleenex as an add-on. Only I think my writing has changed, and for now I’m still unable to write a proper tear-jearker of a piece for J/S. I’ll get there one day, I promise.

But this is still angsty af (I hope?) on Jon’s end (because it’s his POV again, yay!) and hopefully it’s still in-character. Well, as much as it could be given the verse and the theme and the overall storyline, lol. Yep, so, enjoy and let me know if you liked it or loved it or loathed it with a passion (or me, for that matter :p)!

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Love Seats - A new hope - Bucky x Reader (One-Shot)

Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ Thank you all for your kind comments and all the compliments. I almost reached 150 followers in just 2 weeks and I think I’ll do a special fanfiction when I reach 200. :D You guys are great! This story was my own idea, but someone requested to write this as fast as possible. So here it is! I hope you enjoy! ♥

Words - 2,291

Warnings - spoilers if you haven’t watched Star Wars IV shame on you, fluff all the way, sexual tension?, if something’s missing, tell me ♥

Originally posted by evasivereasoning


“Sorry, there was a long line. And you were the one, who wanted a big bucket of popcorn.” “Just be quiet and give it to me.” Clint pouts, giving Natasha the popcorn.

It was Sam’s idea to go to the cinema and watch the remastered version of Star Wars Episode 4. He wanted us to get the actual cinema feeling. In the end everyone agreed so now we’re here.

You all walk into the room, where the movie will be shown. It has red walls, red comfy-looking seats and a dark wooden floor. Bookcases are on each side, giving you the feeling of being in your own living room.

Natasha walks in front, having the tickets. “Row E”, she tells us. Everyone get into their seats, as you try to walk through the row, to sit next to Natasha. Soon you notice that there’s no seat left. The whole row E was covered by the Avengers. But there weren’t enough seats for two of the team. You look over to Bucky who doens’t have a seat as well and the moment your eyes meet, you immediately turn back to Natasha, blushing a bit. You lean down to her and whisper to her pleadingly.

“Don’t tell me I have to sit next to Bucky the whole movie.”

Natasha smirks deviously up to you, but soon turn serious again. She looks at every ticket and notices that two of them are in a different row. She rips them off and hands them to you.

“Sorry, darling. But you should see that as a chance to finally make a move on him”, she apologizes with a dirty wink.

“Ugh, shut up, Nat”, you hiss as you inspect the tickets.

“Where are our seats?”

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Luckiest Woman Alive


Warnings: Obviously, swearing

I had always hated being so short. It was honestly probably my least favorite quality in myself. My entire life all I wanted was to reach the top cabinet without getting a chair or any help. That never happened.

Now here I was, in the middle of the night, standing on a chair in the kitchen to get a late night bowl of cereal. Curse my late night cravings. I was trying so desperately not to wake my boyfriend Phil or his flatmate Dan. They had stayed up editing their new gaming video, and I didn’t want to wake them as they were exhausted. 

The only chair in the room had been a computer chair with wheels, so I was trying to be extra careful. Somehow I still managed to lose footing, and came crashing down, cereal box and all falling on top of me. 

“Shit fuck! OH MY GOD!” I yelled out, I didn’t think I could move. My leg was in extreme pain. 

Phil scrambled out of our room and came rushing to my side.

“Y/N! What happened?! Are you alright?” Phil began removing the box of cereal off of me, along with the stray pieces that flew out of the box.

“No, my leg hurts so bad. I think I might of broken it.” Tears began streaming down my face. This wouldn’t be the first time I had broken a bone, so the pain was like a familiar enemy. 

Dan came rushing from his bedroom, he really was late for everything.

“Jesus on a bicycle, what the fuck happened Y/N?” He stared at you with wide eyes.

I explained everything that happened while both boys prepared to pick me up. Obviously we were going to make a trip to the hospital tonight, and I could not walk. The pain was sharp. I must of apologized a thousand times for waking them up.

“Y/N, it’s fine! I’m just glad you didn’t hit your head or anything..” Phil sighed while glancing at you in thee rear view mirror in your car. They had laid you in the back seat to stretch out your leg. 

“Yeah, I would much rather you get us up for a box of cereal than to wake us up with a trip to the hospital at 2 am.” Dan added with a chuckle. 

I knew he was making a joke, but a pang of guilt shot into my chest. He wasn’t wrong. I knew they were both pretty clumsy themselves, but I still felt like I was an added burden with all the times I hurt myself on a daily basis. 

The doctor only confirmed my fears that I had broken it. They gave me a lime green cast and some crutches. I hated this. I felt so helpless, and now Phil was stuck with taking care of me, like a helpless child. I apologized the whole ride home, through silent tears.

After we had gotten home, Dan went back to bed. But Phil stayed up with me. He had gotten a ton of pillows and blankets and we snuggled engulfed in blankets watching movies. 

Phil nuzzled against me. “I’m so glad you’re okay baby.” He whispered to me.

I took his hand in mine and rested my head on his shoulder. “I don’t feel fine. I feel useless and now you’re stuck with helping me do shit.” My words were dripping in guilt and self pity. 

“Y/N, you could of been hurt so much worse, you could of easily hit your head and been knocked unconscious.” His face scrunched up before he softly kissed me. His kisses were always so loving and tender. I relaxed a bit.

“I know, I just feel so ba-” He cut me off mid sentence and turned to face me, taking both my hands in his own.

“Don’t. I love helping you, it makes me feel like I’m fulfilling my manly duties.” He laughed before continuing. His face much more serious now.

“I love you more than anything. You really scared me, love. i don’t care if you wake me up, if you need help, I will always be here. You are my life. You are what I worry about, you are what brightens my day. I don’t know what I would do without you. So please, come to me. And please don’t use rolling chairs to stand on anymore. I’ll throw them all out if I have to.” He chuckled. 

And I kissed him. Slowly, tenderly, passionately. I never imagined anyone could love me this much, and here I was with the man of my dreams, watching cheesy horror films and cuddling.

I am the luckiest woman alive.  

sc-lly  asked:

How was it like meeting Natalie Tran??

So Natalie DM’d me on the last day of VidCon to say that she wanted to say hi (totally humblebragging right now, don’t care). We had our Team Andrew Q&A but I immediately wrote her back to tell her that I’d love to see her.

No response. Couldn’t find her anywhere. Meanwhile, all my friends reported sightings of her throughout the convention centre. I was worried that I would be the only one that didn’t get to meet her.

Ended up hanging out with Hank and co so I wrote her to let her know where we were. She wrote back saying that she’d be over in a few minutes! Hank, Katherine, and everyone in the world is making fun of me at this point, because they all know how badly I wanted to meet her.

She shows up and immediately gets stuck in a conversation. Do I wait in line? Do I interrupt? WHAT TO DO?

Hank brings me over and initiates a conversation. I have no idea what the hell we ended up talking about but she kept apologizing for not meeting up earlier and all I’m thinking is, WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING FOR ANYTHING YOU ARE OUR QUEEN???

We snap this pic:


She disappears and I assume it’s because she decided to retire for the night. BUT NO. SHE COMES BACK WITH TIM TAMS. FOR ME.

I’m like whaaaaaahhhhhhahaaaahaaahtttt? Again, I have no idea what we talked about. I seem to recall showing her some pictures on my phone but I am internally shaking and crying and maybe even externally as well.

OK. Then we’re done. Natalie is gone. VidCon over.

Listen, I’ve met a lot of YouTubers that I admire but Natalie Tran is NEXT LEVEL. I don’t understand/roll my eyes at most of the “celebrity culture” of YouTube but I mean… this is Natalie Tran. She’s popular AND she makes funny, smart, quality videos. She never goes to conventions. And she was so gracious and nice and she brought me Tim Tams.

ALSO I have no idea how she knew who I was or why she was following me in the first place?! But she’s super cool, I love her stuff, and she is part of that good side of YouTube that I hope never disappears.

Anyway, this whole LA trip has just inspired me to work a little harder at not becoming more famous per se, but just having a Thing ™ that people know me for and maybe think I’m cool so that we can be friends. Because the next day, I went to YouTube Space LA with AsapSCIENCE and one of the staff there literally asked me, “and are you the friend that tags along?”


I’m pretty well connected within the YouTube community, but I think I’m becoming known for knowing YouTubers rather than… actually doing anything interesting with YouTube myself… sigh.

tl;dr - Natalie Tran is gracious and wonderful, YouTube is still a cesspool

anonymous asked:

hey can u write one where u and Calvin don't really like eachother and your complete asses to eachother but Calvin secretly really likes you and confesses in an argument

So I’m sorry if this is just terrible, lol, feel free to drop some suggestions on how to kms if it’s absolute garbage. Hope you guys are having a great night or morning (depending on where you’re from). 

LeafyIsHere Fanfiction - Bitter Love

Here he was again, did you really need to see him at every event or hangout you went to? It seemed like anything you were invited to lately, Leafy was as well. The two of you could be seen as polar opposites when it came to content you would create. While you would make uplifting commentaries on stuff you liked about peoples’ channels and how they could improve, Leafy would make cancerous commentaries about all the poor qualities of a channel. Never the less, it seemed like anywhere you went, he would be there as well. 

Between various YouTube parties and streams, it was like you couldn’t go anywhere without him being there. Unfortunately, the two of you shared a lot of friends so it was hard to avoid one another. You both would fight on twitter and a variety of media accounts because of your disagreements. It didn’t get any better when you to were together, either. People didn’t quite understand why you two fought so much, being that if you ignored content you were actually quite similar. Just when you think Leafy was a complete cyberbully, he would do some uplifting stuff for his fans. When people would think you are a precious cinnamon roll, the sarcastic tongue of yours was quick to silence people. 

Some of your friends were getting awfully tired of the two of you fighting any time you would be near each other. They thought it would be best if you two saw each other so much you could talk through your differences. And it kind of worked. 

Finally at a party, you decided enough was enough. Walking up to him, clearly ready to low-key start some shit, you say, “Hey, Cyberbully. Care to explain why you’re everywhere I go? I’m getting tired of seeing your face.” Turning to look at you, he says, “Well, if it isn’t the Cure to Cancer of YouTube. You act like I plan to see you. In case you didn’t notice, we know the same people. We go through this every time, I don’t have the energy to mess with you today.” He says, sighing and smirking to see what you come up with next. Looking up at him you pout and say, “It’s not my fault you post content opposite to mine. Maybe if you actually learned to have a heart, I could have a conversation with you.” His expression falls and you return a careless expression. Words laced with an icy tone, he replies with one word, “Interesting.” He turns to walk away, but you are quick to ask, “Interesting?! What the fuck is interesting about that? You talk shit about innocent channels just trying to make a quick buck and think it’s okay.” 

Turning back to face you, he returns a hurt expression on his face, “Never once have I talked shit about your channel or you. Anything I’ve ever said has been praise and yet here we are talking about how horrible of a person I am. You ever think to realize maybe people have a heart, they just got tired of everything that goes along with it? I’m so fucking tired of thinking about you every day. You absolutely despise me and yet I can’t seem to get you off my mind. It’s not my fault I’m fucking in love with you and you can’t see it.” Realizing the words that come out of his mouth, his eyes widen. He just confessed to you, just after you finished saying how much you hated him. You process what he said and have to blink a few times to make sure you’re not dreaming. Softening your expression, you realize how terrible of a person you had been. He was right, you couldn’t recall a single poor thing said about you and yet you just said how he couldn’t possibly have a heart. 

You bite your lip and look to him, his face is turned away from yours; he refuses to look you in the eyes after saying something so embarrassing. “Leafy, I had no idea. I am so, sorry.” You say, trying to sincerely apologize. He sighs and looks back at your face. All he can say is, “Yeah, pretty ridiculous for me to like you, huh?” He shrugs and goes to walk away. Before he completely leaves, you muster up the courage to call after him, “Leafy, wait. Look, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. I just got wrapped up in some drama lately and I was taking it out on you.” You continue on very quietly saying, “This is going to be hard to believe, but I actually have a little crush on you” the last part turning to a whisper. He could clearly hear what you said, but decided to tease you a little about it. “What was that last part?” He slyly asks, smirking at you. In your regular tone, and a bit impatient, you say, “I said, I like you, too, loser.” You pout and look away from him. “Hey, where was that confidence from just a couple minutes ago?” He asks. 

You shove him a bit and sarcastically say, “Forget it. I guess I’ll just roast you on my channel.” He laughs at your comment and says, “Oh, really? You think you’re any match for me, the roasting king of YouTube?” You laugh at his boisterous behavior and say, “Every king needs a queen, babe. Just be ready for checkmate.” With that, you send a wink his way and leave his side. You quickly walk to the exit and say goodbye to your friend, thanking her for the invite and saying you have a video to make. Still in a bit of confusion as to your flirty remarks, Leafy is brought back to reality with a nudge to his shoulder. “Dude, you’re going to get destroyed by Y/N.” Leafy chuckles in disbelief and says, “What are you talking about?” “Y/N is like a roast master general. Good luck coming up with better comebacks.” His friend says. “I already know Y/N likes me, that’s an automatic win in my book” He says, smirking at his friend. This relationship was going to be complicated, but one thing was for sure: this was only the beginning. 

Kind of on the shorter side of writing but I hope it wasn’t too terrible. I hope you guys enjoyed reading, though! Have a wonderful night or pleasant morning! Be sure to let me know what you guys think! 100 Notes and I’ll fight Leafy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“Quality Content”
Summary: In which Soul and Maka are YouTubers and a certain question from a certain fan prompts a certain idiot to make a certain confession.

“Hello people of earth and beyond!” Maka Albarn paused, leaning back in her seat, and nudged the boy next to her. “Say hi to the people, Soul.”

Soul Evans sighed and leaned away from the range of Maka’s deadly elbow, offering the camera in front of them a half-hearted wave. “Hi to the people.”

“Thanks for your enthusiasm, partner.”

Soul shrugged and tried to suppress a yawn. “Well, they don’t call me Mr. Sunshine for nothing.”

Maka scowled. “They don’t call you that at all.”

“Shhh! Don’t tell them that! It’ll ruin my aura of mystery.”

Soul didn’t have anything against making videos with Maka. Vlogging on YouTube meant filming at strange hours, about weird things. It meant giving up privacy and agreeing to disregard a lot of the conventions he otherwise would’ve been following. All of that was good, though, and he was used to it; his YouTube channel had become an outlet, and the fact that his best friend had one, too, was convenient to say the least - they could work together, help each other edit, and make appearances in each other’s videos. That was the way they’d always operated.

However, he didn’t appreciate being dragged out of bed at some ungodly hour to help Maka film a ‘special video’ that she wouldn’t even summarize for him. (”It’s a surprise, Soul! I’m not gonna ruin the surprise!”) She’d just tossed a gray sweater at him that she insisted ‘brought out his eyes’ and told him to get dressed, and now here they were, sitting on Maka’s bed at six-oh-frickin’-clock in the morning.

The things Soul did for his stupid, pointless crush on a girl he’d known since childhood.

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Hi there, YouTube!

Dylan O’Brien/Tyler Hoechlin || 3k || PG || AO3

Summary: Instead of heading for a career in acting, Dylan becomes a YouTube star (well, the number of subscriptions on his channel says so, he vehemently disagrees) with a less than subtle crush on one Tyler Hoechlin, a newcomer on the indie movie scene. With Dylan’s popularity resulting in invitations to run interviews on red carpets, he knows it’s only a matter of time before he runs into Tyler. What he’s not expecting is meddling friends (really, he should’ve known) and how the actual meeting plays out.

A/N: This is a (very belated, so sorry) birthday present for sinyhale, who poked at a plot bunny and fic happened. Happy birthday, hon!
A/N #2: This fic also has pretty, thanks to aredblush. Click HERE for her adorable art <3

Warning: I have exactly zero knowledge of YouTubers and how things work there, so please consider about everything regarding the community creative license on my part. Apologies for any and all inaccuracies.

“Hi there YouTube, Dylan signing on again!”

He’s done fiddling with the camera, the new one that he just got that morning, but he’s still not all that happy with the settings. The only reason he got it was because the subscriptions on his channel were getting higher, and he figured that he owes the viewers better quality than the inbuilt one he’s been using until now.

“So, anyway, straight to the point… or not so straight, maybe,” he winks at the camera as he says the words.

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Lubdub’s PTX Review

I am no stranger to meeting Pentatonix. I saw them three times in March and met them four times during that time period. And it was amazing (reviews of that experience are littered through my blog somewhere). So colored me a titch shocked when the thought of meeting them for the fifth time still gave me butterflies of anxiety. 

I splurged a bit and got the Private Performance VIP package because 1) YOLO? and 2) it was my birthday present to myself and 3) who doesn’t want PTX to sing to them? (Answer: no one.) The structure of the M&G is different than the M&G’s from their own tour. All of the VIP members, including Private Performance, were shuffled into a large group in a shaded area on the venue grounds. The ten of us that had Private Performance, were allowed to stay off to the side of the picture area after singing to wait for our escort to the backstage area.


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Words Unspoken II Jaspar fanfiction

Summary: “Nothing between us will change. I promise. We will hang out all the time – basically, we’ll still be roommates, only with two flats.”
There were so many things Caspar wanted to tell Joe; yet only lies would leave his lips.

Disclaimer: Nothing here belongs to me and obviously none of this is true. All events depicted here are purely fictional.

This story was, in fact, finished, but due to popular demand ;) this is now a four-shot. A very happy Easter to you all and enjoy this chapter!

Read Part I here

Read Part II here

Read Part III here:

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Happy holidays to @sithbellamy!

Main Pairing: Bellamy/Clarke

Summary: “i was super pissed so i went to the gym even tho it’s really late at night so i was the only one there and i was at the punching bag listening to music and you surprised me by tapping me on the shoulder, holy shit i didn’t mean to punch you, i’m so sorry, but srsly why the hell would you sURPRISE SOMEONE WHO IS ANGRY AND PUNCHING THINGS"

A/N: I actually really enjoyed writing this, very fun prompt and honestly got kind of carried away. I wanted to add on but figured 3k words was enough. Maybe I will continue it and just kinda make it a small short story? The ending I kind of felt like it had to be done due to your blog, but anyways, I hope this is what you were expecting/hoping for. If not I apologize. Merry Christmas!

Bellamy didn’t think he was that angry until he went to the gym and settled on the punching bags around 8:30 PM.

Bellamy didn’t desire to start adding in the training bags to his list of things to do at the gym, but Bellamy saw that Octavia was getting pretty good at her martial arts from all the classes she’ had been in since she was a little girl, and seeing her kicking ass with what she had learned made him kind of envious of it. He wished he had decided on attending some classes when he was a kid as well.

Octavia also had a tendency to use him for practice and whenever she did she kicked his ass, a lot. Bad enough he was on the couch for a few hours covered in ice packs. And honestly, his baby sister should not have the ability to beat him up.

He talked to O about it, seeing if there was any classes for 21 year old men at her dojo and her response was “yeah but they totally suck.”

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