i finally got my hands on this video

Steal my car, I'll wreck your life.

Back story, i am apart of a small family-owned type used car dealership (cue used car salesman joke here) we have maybe 50 cars on the lot at any time and our main business is sub-prime or people with less than perfect credit. We truly want to help the people that can’t afford/have the credit to buy from a new car dealership. We’re actually very liked in our small community.

So recently I had these customers, lets call her wife and him husband (They’re early 20’s). They come into my store and I like them, they seem like a nice young couple trying to start their lives out, they have two very sweet little girls, and could just use a break. They have made some mistakes in their early lives and have less than perfect credit. I coach them on how to improve their credit and they seem sincerely interested in fixing it so I bust my ass to get them a loan with the wifes mother cosigning on a nice third row SUV. Wife is literally crying hugging me because every other dealer turned them down. Now they are a little short on the down payment so i take a check for the balance and we agree i’ll cash it on his next payday (Mistake number one) but pretty common in this line of work.

I forget about them until the next week when I drop the check at the bank along with other deposits. The next thing i know i receive a notice that the check has bounced. Along with a couple NSF fees attached for me, and the check comes back. It’s a dollar amount that is considered a first degree misdemeanor in our state, just under a felony. I reach out to wife to see what happened and how we can make arrangements to get this taken care of. The last thing I want to do is go after a young couple with two small kids. At first wife is a little shocked and insists the funds were pulled from their account and I show them the picture of the NSF check. She understands and says they can pay half in 2 weeks when she’s paid again and in another 2 weeks pay the other half. I agree to this and just take them on their word (mistake 2).

A couple weeks rolls around and I don’t hear from wife or husband and am now thinking i’ve been taken for a ride Ignoring my calls/texts/etc you get the point. I get a call from the bank and come to find out they haven’t made their first payment either.

Now with this particular bank if the customer does not make their first payment we have to “Buy Back” the deal. Basically we have to give the bank the money they sent us for the loan. After blowing up their phones and facebook they finally call me back. I get the sob story he got let go from his job and he just started a new one and mom is going to help them get back on their feet. I go through hell and high water with the bank to make a deal that if they make their payment they’ll keep the loan but i’m still on the hook if they miss any of the next 3 payments. Wife also tells me they’ll make payments to me on the bounced check once he starts getting paychecks. So i agree, they make their payment to the bank and i go about my life….Until the next month comes around.

I get an email from the bank saying wife didn’t make the next months payment and won’t answer their calls. At this point i’m furious and ready to just go get their vehicle. They won’t answer any of my calls and call mom, mom scrounges everything in her social security paycheck to help try to make the payment for them and is short. Wife and husband tells her they’ll cover the balance and of course don’t pay. Bank says deal is a buyback we need our money back for the loan within 7 days. Now the only way I can payback their loan is if my floor plan (Basically giant credit card we buy cars on) gets pictures of the car in my possession.

I try to call/text/email/message on facebook to get ahold of both wife and husband and they block me on everything. They’re basically just stealing the vehicle without paying. They even blocked mom who has been trying to help them get this handled, yes they screwed over their own mother in this ordeal. I just want the vehicle back and move on with life. So this is where i go @prorevenge on them.

I begin by dropping the check off at the local prosecutor, and they’re delighted to file charges against them. I do some skip tracing calling family members, all of which are more than happy to help because come to find out husband has had 7 jobs in 4 months and has burned every single family member with money they’ve borrowed. I find wifes Father on Facebook, Father has been trying to take custody of deadbeat wife and husbands 2 kids because of how they treat them. He informs me they are staying in sisters house right over the border (we are on the state line of 2 states remember this) I call up a repo company and even myself drive the hour to go get the vehicle. They’ve been hiding it in the garage (according to neighbors and repo company). I do some searching and find out they’re both on probation for stealing a bunch of stuff from multiple stores. So I of course find and call up Mrs. Probation officer to see if she has a last known address. I then mention to her they’re staying above the state line and bounced a very large check to me, and they’re facing fresh charges in my town, she appreciates the knowledge.

Now while I was up at their house one evening I talk to one of the neighbors (Who also hate them they’re always yelling at their kids and eachother) and convince neighbor to call me if they see the vehicle outside. It took one day, I get the call, I send a very large friend who lives nearby them to go get the vehicle. After many expletives, berating my friend, they hand over the vehicle. But not before finally calling me while he was there and tell me how they’re going to sue and blah blah.

I’m out quite a bit of money from the ordeal, but here’s the best part. I just found out by living out of state they violated probation and just got sentenced to 30 days in jail from that, and they also just had their “video court date”(because they’re currently in jail with the probation violation) with the local judge on the new charges of the bounced check. I got my vehicle back and guess what? Deadbeat wife’s Father got custody of the 2 kids.

MAKE A CHOICE.

“So who’s side are you on?”

“What do you mean? Who do I prefer or who would I trust? They’re both homicidal maniacs so I don’t trust either of them!”

“If you had to pick one of them, who would you pick?”

“I don’t know. Who would you pick?”

“Anti, personally. I like his manic look and he’s just a ball of energy.”

“But you wouldn’t trust him around knives.”

“Oh god no. I’d trust Dark more than him around knives.”

“You’d trust Dark around knives?!? That’s asking for a bad time.”

“I don’t mean it like that. I mean it as in I think Dark is more sensible of the both of them. He wouldn’t straight up kill someone as soon as he gets the chance. He’d wait, take advantage of you.”

“Overall they’re both bad people. If they existed in real life they’d be a major cause for concern.”

“But they’re not. It’s just a bit of fun.”

“Exactly. There won’t be a life and death situation where you’d have to chose between the two.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s late, I’m gonna sleep now.”

“Ok. G’night.”

I closed Tumblr and turned off my laptop. I’d spent nearly a day online since both Mark and Jack simultaneously posted an Antisepticeye video and a Darkiplier video. Obviously both communities online had fallen into hysterical exhilaration over the videos; the usual drooling over the great editing put into their videos, and the Anti-Dark conspiracy theorists huddled around the metaphorical fires of their computers exchanging their thoughts and ideas. I was still pretty astounded at the coincidental aspects of the videos; both up around 17:00 (GMT), both less than 4 minutes long, and both presented by Mark and Jack’s dark personas. It was fun to watch the whole thing happen and spread like wildfire over the internet, but finally pulling myself away from the screen made me realise how much of a headache I had.

I lay in my bed in the darkness staring at the ceiling. I needed sleep but my mind wouldn’t stop turning. I kept replaying the videos in my head. Jack, or rather Anti, played his classical knife-wielding, cut-throat, glitchy performance up close and personal to the camera, his voice broken and his eyes flashing black with every blink. Dark, Mark’s darker persona, also kept to his usual VHS effected well-dressed Devil’s Advocate style, standing in darkness and hovering around the camera like it was some police interrogation of the viewers. Loads of people spent their time on Tumblr linking the two videos, comparing and contrasting them, trying to uncover what was going to happen next. Although it was pretty obvious both Mark and Jack had planned it together all along. Both uploading at the same time, both having shorter videos than usual, both talking to the cameras as if directly to the viewers… both ending their videos with “M a k e   y o u r   c h o i c e.” … Yeah, it’s too much to be a coincidence.

Eventually after nearly and hour’s pondering, my eyelids got heavier, but my head still hurt. I didn’t help that Dark’s video had that piercing unfiltered whining noise in the background. It was all I could hear as I finally drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.

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D͙̝̫̘͕̳̫͉͙̊̍̎̔̉͢ Ḭ͚͙͕̻͈͑̑́̾͗͗͗̂ D̶̯͙̹̩̦̫͉̆̇͆̈͐   Y͙̳̦̥̥̻̑̊̉̄͊̾ͅͅͅ Ǒ̶̬̬͓̘͇͙̅̐̉͋̓ U̜̠̠̩̩͌̍̀͌̊͠   M̷̢̰͈̣̣̮̖͂̒̾̈͋͑ Ì̢̜̰̜͉̥͗͑̎̔̃̇̽̉̔ Ṡ̙̜̙̙͎͐̈́̕͘ S̷̡̡̛̰̟̃̋̊̐̋̉̉͐͘͟   M̴͙͉͙͇̀̽̓̃͛͛͌̓̕͜͝ Ḙ̛̮̝̿͆́̀͊̄͜͢͝ ?̢̩̯̤̭͎̫͚́̌̃͐̽̌͢ .̷̠͙͍͇͍̪̘͌͌̀̒́́̈́̓ .̷̡͇̬̙̪̋̈̍̏̂̄̌͊͘

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“Leave me alone!!” I clasped my hands over my ears and continued running. The hallway seemed to be getting narrower and darker. The walls were made up of hundreds if not millions of piled up computer monitors and TV screens with miles and miles of endless wires trailing the floors and ceiling. The static pixels from the walls were almost blinding so I just kept my head looking straight on towards the darkness, hopefully the end of this maze. I knew if I just kept moving and didn’t give them any chance to stop me, I would be fine. There had to be an end to the nightmare somewhere.

The TV’s flickered, Dark appeared.

Y O U ’ R E   N E V E R   E V E R   G O I N G   T O   E S C A P E   M E .

I turned away from him as his image ran alongside me. His deep echoing voice pulled at my chest as the intense volume knocked the air out of my lungs. But this wouldn’t stop me.

The computer screens flashed, Anti materialized.

Y̧̛̫͚͙͑̀̋̽͡ͅọ̸̲̪̭̳̲̩͈̬̅͛̾͂̑͑̊͂̊̆u̵̙̳͖̱̯̮̭̯͚͗̎̕̕͡ c͈͎͇͓̲̥͖̰̐̾̂̒̋̀̓â̢̧̻͉̳̻͂͐̓̇͞n̸͖͚̲̤̰͕̒̊̿͘͜͜͡’̵̡̨̢̼͍̿͒̈͊̏̋̽́͜ͅt̗̻̮̗̭͔͍̿̔̉̊͘͝ͅͅ ǵ̸̱̼͔̜̩͕̥̆̍̔̋̾̍̿̚͝ę̶̛͍̝̱̗̪͋̔͐̉̀͑̿t̝͙͓̜̗͕͔͇̀̊̓̐͂̇̒̇͘ͅ r̠̠̩͉̈̃̽̊̌͛͠ͅi̡̨̛̟̼͇͕̖̣̹͎̔̍̌̀ḑ̵͖͇͔͚̞̏̒͋̔̓̍̏̓̐̚͢͢ͅ ō̮̘̜̥̮̦̙̞̲̍̌̇͆͂f̶̪̗̦͖͕̜̉́̆̉̓̓͘ m̠̼̪̫̲̤̬͑̌̓̽̍̓̾͠͞͞ȩ̷͓̠̣͙̫͆̾͆͐͆̏͆̈͐͜!̷̖͕͉̳͙̐̉̓̓̀

His laugh crawled up my spine like a spider. The screens melted into one another and soon both of them pursued after me. I reached a junction at the end of my path, turning either left or right. As I made my decision The screens ahead of me turned white with glitching red letters: MAKE YOUR CHOICE

I ’ V E   B E E N  W A I T I N G   P A T I E N T L Y .

I̯̘͓̖̗̲͙͒̽̓͑̈́’͈̣̼̖̞̱͒̂̐̾̋͆̽́͢͝v̷̩̻͕͇̋͗̊̌͗̆͘͜ȩ̶͖͇̗͋̎̾̄̊͑͟ b̴̻̪̱͉̟̾̀͌̈́̂͛̈́̉̾͞ẹ̶̢̫͈̲̄͂͋̈̽͜͠ę̥͔̮͇̥̞̱̯͋͆̍́̍͋̎̽n̢̡̛̙̭͎͙̰͓̂̀͆̈́̅̐̈̚ h̛̬͈̹̺̼̣͂̏̔̐̑̽̚͡ḛ͈͎̩̺͕̙̎̆͂̇͛̂͆r̶̦̻̲͔̼̄͂̉͂͌̿͗̿͡ͅͅĕ̡̹͉̖͇̞̼̥̭͊̉̋̿̑ t͙͕̥̼̽̿̄̔̀͐̕͜ḩ̶͙͚͓͕̗̿̒͋͆̾̔͛̓̕͜͞ͅi̴̢̛̺̗̺̝͂̄̊̊͊͢s̵̲̠̜̹̦͕͛͐̔̿͗̃͌̔ e̶͙͚͙͙̪͚̊͛̅̈̾̑̎̐͝n̵̺͍̗͉͔̂̐́̀̏͘t̶͚̘͕̱̪̞̥̘̳̽̌͂̔͑̍̓̃͟i̧̨͈̟̔͛̄̎̓͟r̜̝̜͚̰̽̑͒̾́ę̢̟͈̲̼̻̹̜͂̿̓̾̾ t͉̻̻̳͋͐̃͒̋̾́̏̃͢i̴̢̡̞͖͍̦͈̟̰̩̎̊̆́̀͋͠ṁ̴̡̪̹̫̟̘̆͌̅̔͜͜͝ę̖̣̯̘̼̭̌̈́̀̆̄̓̊͂͘͝!̵̨̢̧̤̤͙͛̏̔̽̇̓̔͞͝


“I don’t care!!” I screamed. “I don’t want either of you!!”


Y̴̨̢͙͉͇̬͖̺̍͊̾̔͌o̸̟͍̘͉̲̦̻͔̟͖͛̑͑̒̾̀͝ų̶̲̰̜͕̣̘͒̐̈͋̂͐̈́͢ͅ s̨̢̤̼̣̘͈͂̏̿̋͗́̀̉͒͢͞ͅt̵͕͍̪̰̩̲̦̱͈̓̐̈̀̓̐ő͔̣̫̘͕̯̦̝̿̈̊́̈́͞p̶̨̖̪̘̱͔̌̉̾̉̇̊̉͜p̴̼͔̬̣̦͙̥͇̀͗͗́͜͞e̵̡̧̧̢̛̛̯̯̙̯̮͇͗̏͌́̾͝ḏ͚̮͎͑͛̾̽͋̆̐͟͞͞ p̸̡̜͎͇̳̩̦͕̥̹̾́̓̋̋̏̀à̛͔̖̟̰̘̜̘͔͖̓͌͞y̮̩͔̰̦̺͌͋̓̓̾̇ͅi̼̦̱͔̞̖̟͒̾̓͐̄́̅̚ņ͚̥͖͈̬̦̝̀͊̽̓̀͟͢͞g̸̱̦̦̤̤̠̹̾̓̍́̅̕͘̚͢͢͡ à͉͚͔͚̪͐͌̎̍͑̕͘t̷̡̢̛͙̬̻̭̔̅͂̌́̾͟͠t̙̰̰̲͙̮͍̲͂̿̉͌͛̐̍̃̆͠ȩ̛̹͚̮̰̐͆͊̄̆̊͆̄͠n̥̼̣̭͎͎̅̇͐͐̀͋̉̚͜ͅt̙̩̙͎̪͍̂̈́̀̔̉͂̀̀i̬̳̹͖̬̯͈͇̗͆̆̂͛̓͝o̸̯̟̣̥͖͐̓̃̀̐̔̋̚͞͝n̟̘̞͈̩̱̰̯͉̯̒̂͒͘͡!̡̣͔̮̳̝̄͆̑͗͗͛͗͆͜͝ͅ

I ’ V E    B E E N  P U S H E D   A S I D E .

T̴͍̝̠̭̯̭̰͓̃̎̑̃͡h̢͚̻̟̜̹̪̊̒͂͛́̽̒̎͟͜ͅr̴̛̠̠̱̖͖̯̗̻̥͛̇̑̌̐̑̕͡e̸̺̠̫̲̱̅̀̎̓̆͡ͅw̵̧̡͓̙̮͍̮̼̏̓̍̐͗̌̃̀͢͠ m̶̡̡̮̟̻̙̩̦̈́͐͒̊̈́́̀͢͞͞͠ͅḝ͔̜̻͚̽̓̓̌ a͉͖͍͐̀͌̌͂͌͢͢͢͜͝s̛̖̲̠͍͈̤͆̔̽͑̚î̸̢̡̡͕̬̮̩͍̠͍͂̉̔̉͂͌d̶̮̞̞̫̟̉̊̃͛̐̇͘͠ȩ̨̜́̎͊͋̄̉̍͢͟!͈̪̥͎͔̰̮̤̯́̀̊̕̕

R E P L A C E D .

S͖̜̦̩͈̾̅͆̃̈́̑̿̚͢͟o̶̠͇̹̗̼̭͌͆̑̐̕͝m̠͚̠̥̙̀̄̐̀͊̃͂͋̕͘͢͟e̸̡͈͓̪͈̱͓̍̆̊̿͜͜͝o̶̢̳̯̦̳̼͌̃̀̽̋͜͝n̛̜͎̖̪̜̒͗̋́͌͌͒͜ę̨̣̥͍̝̪̜͖̒́̓͝͠ t̴͔͍͈̫̻͚͛̀̐͌̌͠o̷̧̨̧̫̤̟͔̮̮͍͂͛͊͐̎̋͐̄̽͑ r͎̫̼̳̬͈̀̌̔̃̿̾͐͟͞e̢̛͖̤̤̳̔̂̽̂͂͆̈́̆̚p̢̨̛̤͖̠͈̀̿́̑̕͘l̨̰̬̦̺͚͔̲̞̉͗̿̌̉͂́̋̐͘á̴͕̭̣̘̩̜͛́̍̊̋̓͟͞c̵̗̦̼͖͈̀͊͑͆̾͘͞͞ȅ̷̢͎̫̝͇̫̗͔̍̑͑̚͟͝ͅ m̨̧̢̢͍̩̭͔̏̉̆̿̀͊͊e̟̘̯̯̯̯͚̖͚̓̿̓̍͠!̸̡̱̯̻̬̗́̀͐͋̏̓͝͞

M O C K E D .

“Shut up. What would you care if I chose one over the other?” Suddenly the screens started to crack as their angered gazes glared at me. I quickened as glass burst behind me into millions of pieces trying to catch up with me to hail on me with a thousand cuts.

N O   M O R E .  N E V E  R   A G A I  N .

I kept running, gasping desperately for air, but not so much that I would inhale shards of glass.

Ľ̷̛̳̠̼͈͔͎͙̠́̃́̈́̇͑͟͡͠i̛̛̪͙̼̱͛̎̾ͅṣ̜̖͓̜̜̤̣̼̖͐̓̓̂͡ţ̶͍̳͓̝̞̯̺̊͛̋̋̎̊̑̆̚͠ę̰̻̥̣̻͒͗̑̄͡n̙͔̗̩͔̻̫̻̰̗̂͒̈́̅͝͠ ṱ̸̩̣͓͈͕̇̊̓̇͘̕͢o̪͕̭͖̠̽̃̽͐̅̂͞͝͡ m̢͚͈͓̞̞̳͒̒͗̄̋̉͋̑̾̍͢e̸̩͙͉̥͔͊̓́̅͒̚̕͡!̻̯̲̳͇͂̿͒͒̅̾̚̕͡

Y O U   J U S T  N E E D   T O   L E T   M E   I N .

Ï̸̡͔̗̜̺̟̾̓͗̈͘͝ a̵͈̘̲̯͈͖̩̝͎̠̓̑͛̊͠͝ḿ̴͖̹̭̺͙͕̄̔̅̓͂̏̌̾͠ ḩ̷̯͖̘̒̿̈͂̂͒͟͟͟͝ȩ̶̨̪̲̉̎̀̓̉̉ͅŗ̧̺͔͙̫͖̭̳̮͗̑̀̏͐̅ě̴̗̠̰̣͉̘͓̪̬̪̒͑͗̄̄̃̅̂͝ n̸̦̤̘̙̝̠͚̙̒̔̎͋̽͢͝͠ó̵̮̦͔̩̝͖́͐͋͛͛̍̌̀̒w̨̡͔͕͔͚̲̰̩͆̂̎͆̀͐̏̚̕̚!̵̖̪͖̤͐̀͆̇̔͛̂͗̋̃͜ͅ

I   C A N   P R O V I D E .

“Liars! You’ll both kill me! Just finding ways t hurt me!”


I̸̡̨͙͙͚͇͈̝̟͆̇͐̐͘͜͠’͈̗͖̝̣͖̰̍̊̔̋̅͘͘͟m̷̨͍̖̫͔̾̍̔̉̇̈́ a̮͉͎̣͉̘̗̖̟͊̒̽̎̀͑͜l̴̻͓̜͈̩̳̼̹̱̰̍̓̎͗̿̿̃͘͘͝w̵̡̢̜͖̭̺̉͆̿͑̂͜͡a̡͉͎͈̋̎̇͌̇̈̿̕̕͜͝y͔̤̝͓̰̮̰̜̱̍̎̐́͋̈́s̨͕̗̝̮͉̝͕͗̊̍̀͒̽̔͂͒ t̸̝̜̩̞̞̃̓̽̂̆̀̓͂͘͠h̨̡̠̫̞̪̩̯̹͗̎̐̂̆͢ë̶̡̧̗͔̭̩͚̤̝̉̔͛̕͜͡͡r̙̣̻͕͇̞̎̇̓̑͂̀́ȩ̷̛̘̰̻̼̳̲̫͖̿̆̆̈́͡,̨̩̞̫̺̲̂̇̀͛̎̐͛͆͝͝ a̡̠͚͓̺̬̝̻͌̀̆̆͛̇́͜͢͡͞l̸͙̪̹̙̘̫̮͙̑̑͋̾̌̑͘͞w̸̧̧̨̟̘̞͎̪̾̊͊̚͞ͅà̘͇̘̮̱̭͐͆̽̎y̷̧̨̙̝̦͖̙̘̾̃͆̒̓̀͒́s̷̢̠̤̟̙̩̤͐̌̋̕̚͟ͅ w̷̧͎̫͙͈̤̖̭̝̝̐̐̔̿̑̓̈͑͘a̸̢̡̰̻͉̫̠͓͉̣͌͐̄̾̋͂̀̔͡t̴̫͚͚̰͕͉̳̑͋̈́̃̉́̒͆͑̏c̢͉̩̭͎̽̇͋̔̚͡͡͡ḩ̷͙̩̭̜̔̑̈́͂̾̃̂̊͜͡ͅi̶̛͉̩̼̦͈̬͇̍̉͐̾̒̀́n̴̙̹̱͔͕͔̪̆̀͆̄̄͐͘͘̕g̢̯̰͈͍̽̌͂̈́͗!̴̡͕͍̳͖͚̭͚̹̞̒̂́̆̐͗͝

I   C A N   G I V E   Y O U   A N Y T H I N G !

“You can’t make me choose!”


I̶̱͕̱̥̭̦̙̤̅͋̂͒̒’̺̣̹̫̺̮͌̾̅́̒͘͜m̡̛͙͕̩̫̺̬̘̎̈̒̕͟ n̥̙̥̣̞̱͚͚̭͖̄̃̉̊̐͡ơ̸̬̣̺̘̘̱̽̔͛̈́̓̾̚͢͞ͅț̴͇̰̹͓̯̍͒̒̑̔̋̾̐͝ g̢̨̢̢̣͚̝͇̰̈́̆̽̔͗̍̊̓ͅơ͔͖̤̮͚̽̓̏̔́̔̔̌͌͟ͅì̴̧̠͚̱̳̫̮̠̖̺͒́̍͌̍́̅ń̶̢̙̭̥̦̄̋͘͝g̶̢̼̜̗̹̘̀͗͛̿̕ ą̴̜͇͉̞̗̭̎͌͛̍͗͑́̐͡͡ņ̵̨̯͓̲̑̒̐́͒̍͟y̸̡̝̘̦͇͔̜̬̓̍́͂̐̈͟͡ͅw̶̼̤̟̺̮͇̹͌̏̃̉̂͋͛́͢͟͢͞ḩ̢̡̩̱̻͔͉͛̈́̊̋̑̅̈͊̕͘͟ȩ̸͇͙̙̻̫͌̏͗̉͠ͅŗ̨̙̟͙̞͎̜̣̅͊̏͋͠e̵̢̨͎̳̋̾̇͋̒̇͜͞͡!̶̢̱̙̹̘̤̬̰̋̓̀͛́̋͡͡

T  H E R E ’ S   N O T H I N G   Y O U   O R   H E   C A N   D O   T O   S T O P   M E !

Ḩ̖͚̙̖̘̥͌̈͒̽͗͂͠ȋ̸͇̫͔̜̦̥̞̈́͐͝͝ͅś̵̢̧̝͔̯̮̆̿̚͝͞ b̴͔̦͉͓̙̟̫͍̰͋͆̏͗̏̑̅͗͘̕͜o̸̹̟̼͎̫͌̄̉̒̂͜d̴̻̤̙̖̜̘̙̋͛̀̒̓̅̍͘ͅy̴̛̞͙̙̪̣̍̇̑͌̆̄̉͡ ï̢͓͍͇͓͔̈̑́̌͌͒s̶͖̼͖̭̻̹̲̖̯͐̿̉̏͗̿͠͞ w̶̯͍̹̰̠͔̘͇̔̇̍͐̊͜͟ë̡̞̰͖̣͙́̽͐̎̓̓͜͡a̵͉̺͈̺̝̒̓̾̊̔k̡͇̝͇͇͆̆̍̉̓!̨̨̨̛͔͚̻̫̣̳́̀̃̈͜!̢̝̙͈͙͐̓͛͌̿̏


“SHUT UP!” I screamed, tears strolling past my cheeks. “Shut up both of you! I’m going home! I’m not choosing either of you!!” Then I felt the ground beneath me slithering as the wires I ran on suddenly came to life. They whipped up at my face so I couldn’t see where I was going, they grabbed my clothes to spin me into confusion, they wrapped around my arms and legs the drag me down. Through the hysteria I tumbled around and tripped to try and get away. I the confusion I did happen to reach the end of the maze, which happened to be the end of the world, and I was tripped into it.

I grabbed the wires as I fell and clung to them to stop me hurling into the apparent abyss down below. I was now dangling over the edge unsure of everything. Why wasn’t this dream ending? Surely the shock of nearly diving headfirst into the pit of darkness would have been enough to wake me up in a cold sweat. But no. This was true hell. I would take anything to get out of it…

J U M P   D O W N .   I ’ L L   C A T C H   Y O U .

I looked down. Dark was there hovering below the end of the wires I clung to, his arms out and open to catch me, looking at me through what he could attempt to make as ‘puppy eyes’. There was no way I would let go. What if he’s lying and would let me fall to my doom?… Well, it didn’t seem like the kind of thing he’d do. He chased me this far, so why would he lose me at a chance like this? But whether he was or wasn’t going to catch me, the moment I would fall into his arms, I was his… I didn’t like that thought at all. I started to shuffle up the wire to get away and hopefully climb back up to safety-


T̸̰̟̯͔͖̩̀͐̀͞͞ĥ̢̥͉̻̹̅̓̒͗̽̐a͚̦̰̽̌̅͐͐͢ͅţ̙͖̩̲̫͖̬̞͇̐̑̆̔̋̆̓̌̎̓’̙̝̰̰̤͈͎͋̓̆̇͗̒̉͢͟s̴̙̲͚̰͖̫͗́͗̎̅̐̕̕͞ i̶̢̡̢̛͓̩̬̮̙̓́̄̐͌͟͝͠t͉̮̫͉̟̪͒̒̄̄́͌͊̓͘͢͜!̢̧̛̦̠͉̯̂̃̃͑̍͌͜͞ͅͅ C̥͉̘̥̟̥̳͑̌͂̆̆̕̚l̶̢̢͕̫͇̺͉͖̀͛̌̾̓͝i̧̞͎̟͎͋͑̈́͂̃̔̊͘̕͘m̦̠̣̘̻͔̤̀̽͋̌̿͘͜͝͞b̬̞̲̳̬̱̈͒̀̒͋̈́͗̔͟͞ u̹͙̟͉̗̟̖̺̝̾͑̏̊͋͘͠͝p̷̨̻̖͙͚̫̘̜̐̔͑̏̒̓̀̃!̸̢̬͕̭͔̏̏͋̓̿̈́͘͝ I̼̰͚͉̖̣̜͎̟͆̂̎̿̉̓̾’̷̢̺̪̟̳͚͇̩͖̐̈́̈̓̉̕̕͜͠l̸̡̨̧̖͖̰̮̱͒̀̇̈̐͜l̷̢͇͇͖͉͙̮̱̓̀͋͗̀̅̈̓͘͟ p̶̨̛͔̹̘͔̀͂̓̇̂̈̕͞u̡̧̢̫͚̹͕̒̒̅̍̎̈͒͢ḷ̻͕̭̺̳̆̔̾̆̌̚͢͟͠ļ̧̣̩̭̔͛͑͊͜͝ͅ y̶̛͍̥̤̥̘͋͒̏̚ͅŏ̸̢͔̖̲̥̳̪͕͊̈́̄̀ự̶̡̘͇̞͚̲̹̙̙̓͂̇̓̾͑̀̄ t̴̢͙̞̫̳̘̩̙̏̍̿̉̉͜͠ő̸̰̙̝̟̤̍͛̓̈̒̆͐͘͜ s̵͔͚͓̼̗͕̠̅̓̾͆̆̂̕̚͜͞ä̸̛̛̩̩̮̭̗̼̦̙́̈͂̊̓̃̒͘͜f̴̘͎̥̫̺͙͆̃̓͋̕͝e̤̖̝̝͓̔̔̈́͋̒̚t̴̪̝̖̥̲̊͑͑̄̓̊͘͢ͅy̨̞̫̘͓̾̂̏͑͂̕!̵̟̜̳͎̪͈̳́͑͂̓̿̎


Anti was crouching over the ledge above me, his hand extended to take mine and hoist me up to him… the same hand that held a knife numerous times, the same knife that committed many monstrous crimes. Crawling up to him would be as safe an option as crawling into the mouth of a lion.

I stopped where I was and held tightly to the rope. I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I would rather have just stayed there and waited for them to realise their pursuits on me were futile. But my arms were getting tired and my grip was getting looser.

Y O U   C A N ’ T   J U S T   H A N G  T H E R E   F O R E V E R .   J U S T  F A L L   I N T O  M E .   I T ’ S   A S   S I M P L E   A S  T H A T .

Y͕̭̞̬̩͙̭͎͕͇̿̎́̈̆̉̚͝o̵̡̡̜̞̳̫̖̫͛̔̍̓͋̀̀̀u͚̹͚̳̻͈͎̠͍̓̇̓̀́̾̚ ĥ̵̭͖̭̪̮̭̱͈̤͛́͒̈̓à̵̙̹̫̗̹͛͒̃̌̔͜͡v̵͚̗̦̱̫̺͆̋͊́̀̕ͅę̸̡͙̣̳͇̀̊̋̏̾̆̉̈͜͜͞ň̴͍͔̮̗̝͌̍͑̀͢͡͝͝’̸̖̳̜̙̙͚̞͐̉̈̀͋͟͡ţ̠̳̪͕̪͛̊͋̃̅͠ g̨͓͔̞̠͈̔̓̋̀͊̓͑͘ǒ̜̳̳̦̿́̃͠ͅt̨̛̛̮̺͖̪̤̬̳͗̄̋̅͑͒͡ m̵̪͓̲͍̼͚̺̲̏̅́̓͐̍̈͒̚ǘ̹͙̋͌͐͘͢͟͢c̢̨̛̪͚̠̑́͛̎̉ͅh̵̢̡̬̤̜̭̳͇̪̟̏̒̍̊͡ t̶͖̜̬̦̗̲̺̮͊͂̄̑͗̀̃̏͘͜͡ͅį̡̹̦̳̜͉̓̒̌̚̚͢͜m̶̛͕̗͔͈̠̩̣̬̝̠͗̎̇̾̿͐͘ē̶̙̯̮̠̇̄͛̔̂͑̐̕͢ ļ̸̹̞̣͇̱͊̔͌̆͜͢͟͡ė͓̙̘̬͔̟̮̦͊́͗̚͟f͈̥̬̝̗̜̈̃͑͋͘t̸̠͖̜͍̬͙̬̅̒̀̍̿͠͞ͅ!͚̻̮͖̖̹͚̀̅͛͋́̽́ Ǧ̡̛̖̰̟̤̣̲͚̎́̏́͢͞ͅé̞̲̠͔̤͔̬̘̯̪͛̓͌̒̑͆̉̚̕t̵̥͉̟͉̂͐͛͋̔͊̀̕͘͢͢͠ u̷̡̮̪̭̖͉͇̳̙̦̿̑̔̐̀̈̕p̪̻͓̳̟̪̊̒̊͒̿̒̚ h̷̭̙̮̬̘̣̒̔͛͆̆̆͊́͜͡e̶̜̠͖̬͔̤͌̎́̓̉̚͝ͅȓ̡͇͓͍͚̲̥̫̮̽̐̌̀̉͞e͕͚̤͓̻̥͔̎́́̊͝ w̶̦̙̮̯̼̤̌͊̐͑̐ḫ̷̠̟͓͕͉̖̜̬͔̐͒̔̂̇í̪̼̖̹͚̑̋̿́͢l̷̨̡̢̢̬̗̱͈̺̾́̄̄͐̎ͅe̢͎͙̬͈̳̺͋̈͂̌͘ͅͅͅ ý̸͖̗̺̫̠̏̋̈́̔̀͜͜o͇̱̱͎̿̓́͆̅̀͑̀̓͢͠ű̵̡̱͔̦̯͛̊̌͂͛̂̚ s̖͙̮͖̪͉̔̋̍̊͑̋̂͘͡ţ̧̨̛̺̲͇̜͍͈͌̑̏̕͢i̴̡̫̜̱͇̳̱̓̈́͗͒͞l̴̡͇̪̘̫̗͉͓̊̈͛̇͛̿̅͞͠ļ̵̛̖͉͎̯͔̇̿͂͘͟ͅ ç̛̬͉͙͉̜͙̬̈́̀̇́̿̂̕͡͞à̡̢̙̲͙͇̗̯̦͖̔́̚͞͝͞n̷̡̛̰̘̺̫̺̠̥̼̾̾̒̀̈́̕͘!̴̡͇͖̙̬̹͙̘̀̀͆̒͆̌̚͘͠


Then I realised this was the breaking-point. Or rather ‘waking-point’. This whole thing is what their videos were warning me about. This whole dream was made by the both of them to find out which one everyone would prefer. Everyone who watched both their videos was cursed to dream this dream I was currently having, and everyone had to make their own choices. This is what they planned. Not Mark and Jack, Anti and Dark themselves. They weren’t a joke; they were real entities. They were really having a battle between who was best. Who won the hearts, minds and souls of the most people. And this was their solution to answering their question.

M̵̨̧͎̥͙͓̥̩̮̫̅̚͝͞͡ Ȃ̷̡̗̦̙͖̜̐͋͗̇̑̀͊̚ K̙̥̖͙͚̪̼̭̐̐̃̐̔͆͑̊̕͝ E̷̲̗̜̻̠̩̍̆͑̅̾͋͢   Y̗̭̫̫̬̦͓͍̍͋̿̏͡ O̵̝̘̤̻͇̔̅̋͂̊̾́͜͡ Ụ̶̞̹͙́̍̏̄̑̑̋̚͜͜ͅ R̢̻̯͇͍̗͇̥̔̾̏͌͐́͘͜͠   Ḉ̴̜͖͖͓͕̟̟̜̤̓̾̓̅̕ Ḥ̦̘͚̔̊̍̊̓͗̈̂̉͜͝ O̪̦̥̼̩̭̯͈̿̓͗̎̾̊͑̚͜͠ I̴̪̬͕̞͔̳͗̂̀̊͑̇̚ C̨̻̩͖͓̟̫̤̐̽͋̈́̓͟͞ͅ E̥͍͚͈̟͔͛̌̏͌̆͊ .

Burning Questions

Chlonath Week Day 5: First Kiss/Holding Hands

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How did you find out my identity?

The first time she asked him, he smiled at her and said “Wouldn’t you like to know?” before walking away.

But Chloe Bourgeois was nothing if not tenacious, so a few days later, she sat beside him in the school courtyard at lunch and asked him again.

“How did I find out?” he asked in the tone of someone who knew very well how, but didn’t feel like telling her. She waited one minute. He said nothing. Five minutes. He hummed to himself. The entire lunch period passed by in relative silence that was, to her utmost frustration, not entirely unpleasant. And when the bell finally rang, he packed up his things and said, “We should do this again sometime.”

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Twisted In Lies (D.T) Part 1

Summary: It’s been 6 months, since Y/N and the boys spoken to each other. They’ve all moved on. Y/N even has a boyfriend now. But what happens when Y/N reunites with Ethan and Grayson? Does a reacquainted love occur? Are there more lies? Will more hearts be broken? 

Word Count: 2,883

Warning: None

A/N: We had so many ideas for Twisted In Love, that it was only right we continued the series! So, SURPRISE! Here’s the sequel! As you can see it is called Twisted In Lies. Why? You’ll see as you read the series. Feedback is always welcome! Let us know what you guys think! Make sure you guys keep an eye out on @sniperdolan blog for part 2!

Hope you guys enjoy it!

Love you! :) 

( the boys are 20 in this series.)

Originally posted by byekylie

Reader’s POV

It’s been 6 months since I’ve spoken to either Ethan or Grayson. The last time I’ve seen them or spoken to them, was the night we got back from Playlist Live Orlando, and everything kind of blew up.

They ended up working things out, and I’m glad. Thank god the Dolans Twins were still together, and from what I see and hear on social media, the boys have been doing great. I tried to keep up with their videos, and watch they whenever they post but it was hard. I missed them. Before all of the craziness, we were friends. I missed being their friend.

I think about reaching out to them, to see if we could try to amend our friendship, but I wouldn’t even know what to say. Grayson was in a relationship now. He was dating a 21 year old college student named Gabriella. She wasn’t a model, or a YouTuber, or anybody in the social media world. She was your normal everyday college fan girl. She was really pretty, and they looked super cute together. I was happy for him. He deserved to be happy.

A lot has happened in the last 6 months. After all that drama passed, everything has been going great. I now have 4 million subscribers on YouTube. I have 5.9 million followers on Instagram, and I was 3,000 followers away from 3 million on Twitter. I’ve doing a little modeling here and there, and taking on some acting rolls for a few shows. I’m so grateful for all these amazing opportunities I’ve been blessed with.

Tonight was the Teen Choice Awards, and I have been nominated for 2 awards. Choice Female YouTuber, and Choice Female WebStar. It was an honor to even be invited to go, let alone be up for 2 big awards. I was currently in my apartment, getting ready with my best friend and my roommate Lena, and my boyfriend Cameron Dallas.

Cameron and I started dating a few months ago. 4 months to be exact. A few weeks after all the drama and stuff had gone down, I was asked to do a photo shoot for Calvin Klein, and Cameron was my partner for the shoot. We got along really well while we were on set. Cracking jokes, and just making each other laugh. He reached out to me on Twitter a few days after the shoot, and asked me to film a collab video with him for his channel. He was a flirt let me tell you! We ended up texting, and snapping each other, and went on a few dates, and now here we are. I really like Cameron, he makes me happy.

“Ready to go beautiful?” he asked, holding out his hands for me to take into my own.

Cameron, Lena, and I walked down stairs to the front of the apartment complex, and got into the Uber. We were finally on our way to my first TCAs.

* * * *

We pulled up to the venue, and as we were getting out the Uber, Cameron and I were immediately called over to the blue carpet. We walked over to the carpet and waited at the end before we were told to go on. I haven’t been here for 10 mins yet and I’m already seeing a ton of celebrities and I’m fangirling a little bit on the inside. There was so much going on. People interviewing, people taking pictures, cameras flashing everywhere. I wasn’t s nervous as I thought I would be, and I guess that was because I had Cameron with me, and he’s done this like a bunch of times already.

“You guys are next.” the lady said to Cameron and I.

“You ready?” Cameron asked. I nodded.

Cameron held my hand, as we both stepped onto the carpet. Immediately there were cameras flashing at us. We stopped and posed for some photos. We took some silly ones, and some normal ones. They wanted some pictures of us by ourselves, so Cameron went off to take his pictures, and I was over here taking mine. I did a few cute poses, and headed over to the next part which was the interview.

* * * *

“Y/N! You look gorgeous. So it’s your first TCA and have already been nominated for 2 awards! Congratulations!” the interview said before placing the mic in front of me.

“Thank you so much! I’m grateful to even be here, so being nominated for 2 awards, I’m truly honored! I hands down have the best fans in the world! I love you guys!” I said blowing a kiss into the camera.

The interview carried on for a little bit, with questions about my channel, and what else I’ve been working. Now here comes the one question I’ve been dreading the most. Great.

“So Y/N I think everyone is dying to know. Have you and the twins talked at all since all the drama happened? Do you think it’s possible to fix the friendship?” she asked.

I did not want to answer that question at all, and I didn’t know how to answer that question. That was a question I was hoping to avoid, but of course it was going to get brought up so am I surprised.

“We haven’t talked, but I mean I have nothing against them. I’ve been hearing a lot of great things, so I couldn’t be any more proud of them.” I said truthfully.

Thank god Cameron finished his interview because he came over shortly after I answered the question.

“Clearly everyone is talking about “You and Cameron’s Ship Name” How are you guys feeling about being nominated for Favorite Ship?” the interviewer asked.

“I think we’re a pretty cute couple, and I think the fans would agree.” Cameron said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“Before we let you guys go in, we have something for Y/N here.” the interviewer said, before walking off to the side to get something. She came back with a surfboard and I was so confused. Was it mine?

“Y/N you won Choice Female WebStar! Congratulations on your first award of the evening!” the interviewer cheered.

Cameron was cheering like one of those embarrassing mom.

“Oh my god! Thank you so much!” I said surprised. I was shocked to say the least. My first TCAs and my first surfboard! Tonight was going to be great!

* * * *

After the carpet Cameron head inside to meet Lena, who was already at her seat. I was seating down when Lena looked at me and kept motioning her head back, and mouthing for me to turn around. I gave her a weird look, but turned my around to see what she was trying to tell me.

It was them. It was Ethan and Grayson. They were sitting literally a row behind us. Grayson had his arm wrapped around some girl, who I realized was his girlfriend. Well I guess this will be interesting.

The award show went on, and it was time for them to announce Choice Male WebStar. A category both Cameron and the twins were nominated for. I was feeling so conflicted. Of course I wanted my boyfriend to win, but the twins also deserve it.

“And the winner for Choice Male WebStar is? …” the announcer paused as she opened the envelope. Cameron was holding my hand the whole time, while he was shaking his leg up and down nervously. It was cute how after all the awards he’s won he still gets so nervous.

“The Dolan Twins!” the announcer yelled into the microphone. I looked over at Cameron to see if he was upset or angry, but he wasn’t. Instead he was smiling and clapping for his friends.

As the twins were walking up to receive their award, they walked passed my row and Ethan did a little double take, as he tapped on Grayson’s arm making him turn around and his eyes landed on me. I flashed him a small smile, and he just turned around and made his way to the stage with Ethan.

“You okay?” Lena asked me.

“Yeah, it’s just weird seeing them since we haven’s spoken or anything you know.” I responded truthfully.

The boys gave their speech, and the fans went crazy! We went through a few more awards, a performance from Ariana Grande. Cameron had just won his Choice Comedian award, and I couldn’t be happier! They were announcing the awards for Choice Female YouTuber and Choice Male YouTuber next, and I was honestly freaking out! I was up against so many great YouTubers, there was no way I was winning that award. I was in my seat talking to Lena, and Cameron, when someone came and told me I needed to head backstage.

I was waiting backstage like the one of the backstage crew members told me to, but I wasn’t sure for what to be honest.

“Hey stranger.” I heard a familiar voice say from behind me. I turned around to see who it was.

It was Ethan.

“Hey!” I said, a little excited, but a little taken back at the same time.

“What are you doing backstage?” he asked me, nervously running his hand through his hair.

“I don’t know, they just told me to come back here and wait for something.” I shrugged.

“What about you? Why are you back here?” I asked.

“I don’t know either. Someone told Grayson and I the same thing.” he said, putting his hands in his back pocket.

There was an awkward silence between us for a few seconds before Ethan spoke again.

“I’m not mad anymore.” he said, causing me to drift my attention from the floor to him.

“I wanted to reach out but Grayson said you changed your number.” he finished.

“Yeah I did…” I paused.

“Ethan, I really am sorry about everything that happened.” I told him.

“It’s cool. I’m over it. I just miss my best friend.” he said flashing me his award winning smile.

“So friends?” I asked, as I was being pulled in for a hug by Ethan.

We both took out our phones, and decided to take a selfie. We posted a video on our Snapchat stories, and posted our selfies on Twitter with the caption …

@EthanDolan: “Ran into this stranger backstage. Congrats on your first TCA @YourTwitterName! Proud of you! 1 down 1 to go!”

@YourTwitterName: “Look who I met backstage at the TCAs! @EthanDolan”

As I was putting my phone away I saw Grayson coming from around the corner. I wanted to say something to him, but one of the crew members grabbed me and told me to stand over by the stage entrance.The announcer started making the announcement for the female and male YouTuber nominations.

“Good Luck.” Ethan said from behind me. The crew members had us standing in some kind of line up in front of the stage entrance, and I had zero idea as to why. Grayson was standing next to Ethan, paying attention on his phone and not once did he even try to look at me. I guess he wasn’t over it like Ethan was.

I smiled and wished him good luck as well.  

“And your winner for Choice Female YouTuber is…”

“Y/N Y/L/N!” one of the announcers yelled.

As I was walking up the stairs to get on the stage to accept my award, the second announcer started announced the award for male YouTuber.

“And your Choice Male YouTuber is…”

“The Dolan Twins!” the second announcer yelled, and the boys came walking onto the stage behind me.

We accepted our awards, gave our speeches and continue off the stage. I had some interviews to do so Cameron waited for me backstage so we could go together.

“2 awards! I’m proud of you babe!” Cameron said pulling me into a hug, as he placed a kiss on my cheek.

“Yo E, congrats bro!” Cameron shouted to Ethan, turning around giving him one of those bro hugs.

We made our way to a room, that had a beach theme going on.There were surfboards, a little swimming pool with sand around it, and a beach balls getting thrown around everywhere. It was pretty cute. Ethan, Grayson, Cameron and I were all getting interviewed by Tyler Oakley.

“So Y/N. You tweeted a selfie of Ethan and yourself and Ethan you did as well. So can we confirm that everything is good between you guys? No more drama” Tyler asked.

“Yes, everything is good. The past is the past, and I’m just happy to have my best friend back!” I said, as Ethan pulled me into a side hug.

“What about you Grayson? Everything’s good between you guys?” Tyler asked Grayson. To be honest, I didn’t know how he was going to respond. I mean he has even said a single word to me. Not like I expect him too, but I figured if Ethan got over it maybe he would too.

‘Yeah, we’re good!” Grayson said, fake smiling at the camera.

We were all answering a few fan questions, Cameron was cracking a few jokes back and forth with Ethan. Grayson tried to interact but you can tell he wanted to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. I mean I’m sure this has to be awkward for him. Seeing me for the first time in months, and I’m here with my boyfriend who just happens to be a friend of his. Someone bought out an envelope and surfboard, handing it to Tyler. He opened the envelope and read it before turning his attention back to the camera.

“Congratulations “You and Cameron’s Ship Name” you just won the Favorite Ship award!” Tyler screamed. Turning around to hand Cameron and I the surfboard.

“Told you we’re a cute couple.” Cameron said, before giving me a kiss on the lips.

Everyone in the roomed started awing following with chants of our ship name. Even Ethan was chanting it. Cameron and I pulled apart from our kiss, and I turned my head to look at Grayson. His eyes met mine, but quickly left as he turned his head and whispered something into Ethan’s ear.

After the interview Cameron and I went to go meet up with Lena before we started heading out. The TCAs were now over, and besides the awkward tension between Grayson and I, I had an amazing time. As the three of us were walking through the hectic crowd, Ethan approached us with Grayson and his girlfriend following behind. 

“Hey Y/N. Do you wanna go get some pizza and catch up? Cameron and your friend can come too.” Ethan said eyeing Lena. They never met before, but Lena being my best friend of course she knew all about him.

“Yeah, that sounds good actually! Cam you want to go babe?” I asked my boyfriend.

“Yeah, I’m down. Lets go! I’m starving!” Cameron said, wrapping his arm around my waist.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Ethan, this is my best friend Lena. The one I use to always be on FaceTime with.” I said introducing Ethan to Lena.

“So this is the infamous best friend we always use to hear about but never met.”

“Nice to meet you Lena, I’m Ethan.” he said shaking her hand, flashing her a wide smile.

We walked outside, and somehow managed to fit into one SUV. The car ride to the restaurant consisted of just jamming out, and taking snapchat videos. Well all of us except Grayson. He was sitting in the front seat on his phone the whole time.

“Babe are you okay?” I heard his girlfriend ask him. 

She was really pretty. They really did look cute together. I hope she treats him well. He deserved to be happy.

I started making small talk with Gabriella and she was really sweet. We talked a little bit about her, and school, she was really nice. Perfect for Grayson to be honest. Meanwhile Cameron was FaceTiming his sister next to me, and Ethan and Lena were in the back seat talking, and taking selfies. If I didn’t know any better, I would say Ethan was even flirting a little bit. Lena and Ethan? Lethan? Okay I would totally ship that! I wouldn’t even be mad if they ever dated. 

* * * *

We arrived at the restaurant, and the waiter sat us at a big circular booth near the back. 

I was sitting next to Cameron, followed my Lena and Ethan, and with Gabriella and Grayson on the opposite side of me. We all ordered our drinks, and Ethan ordered us a big pineapple pizza pie. 

We were eating and making small talk amongst each other. Everything was going great. The vibe with everyone was great, everyone except Grayson anyway. He was pretty much quite the whole time, unless he was talking to Gabriella or Ethan. He made small talk with Lena here and there, but as for Cameron and I he didn’t really speak to us. 

“Does anyone want anything else?” Grayson asked, picking up the check. He offered to pay the bill, which I thought was sweet of him. 

But I spoke to soon.

“What about you Cam? You could always go for seconds right?” Grayson said, smirking at Cameron. 

Great here we go…

AAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAH!!!!!

So, my workplace has this rewards system, where if we go above and beyond in some fashion (or if we survive an exceptionally shitty day) our managers can reward us with points, which we can then redeem through the company reward website for all sorts of stuff. It’s kind of an arbitrary system, and not every manager hands out points. Luckily I’ve had managers who’ve remembered the system, and I’ve worked there for years now, so I’ve been collecting points.

Recently, I finally decided to redeem my points. I was checking out the rewards, and on a whim I decided to look for The Clone Wars (because it’s me), and they had it! The whole series! So I ordered it. And it came in the mail today. But like, not only is it the boxed set, it’s the collector’s edition boxed set:

It’s got special featurettes, “making of” videos, special extended director’s cuts of some of the episodes, and a book of concept art! Look at some of this great stuff!

If you ever wish your art were good enough to be part of a TV show’s concept, remember that Dave Filoni draws chibis––

––and Snow-Soka! (with a hat for each montral)––

––and maps of fancy environments in simplistic markers––

This whole thing is a gem and I can’t believe I got this with my work points. I am unspeakably happy.

There are three things in this video I caught…

First, Ignis comes to help Noct and has his hand all out behind him to keep stuff back (even though there was nothing coming up behind us) I was still like “these small things in this game”

Second, Cor rescuing Noct in battle…I’ve never had to have him do that before so I was like “huh, got to see that” lol

Third, omg I got the thing with Iggy kicking the daggers

Who Do You Like? // Jack Maynard

​Can you write an imagine where you have a huge crush on Jack but he doesn’t know and you’re filming a Q&A for his channel and he asks you who you like?

Y/S/N = Your Ship Name 

“Hello, what’s up everybody and welcome back to my channel! For this video, I’m going to be answering a lot of your questions with the help of my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Y/N.” Jack motions for me to join his video and I do so, waving to the camera.

“I’m so popular on this channel” I say joking, bumping my shoulder on Jack.

“Maybe even more than me,” he replies laughing. “So, I’ve hand selected some questions from twitter via the hashtag #ask(Y/S/N) and we got lots of lovely replies from you all. Shall we dive into it?” he asks, looking at me.

“We shall” I say smiling at him.

After about an hour of answering a bunch of questions and getting enough footage for his video, we finally answer the last couple of questions.

“Okay Y/N, I think this one is directed to you, otherwise it would be very awkward for me to answer it. ‘If you could date anyone from the ‘buttercream squad’, who would you choose?’’”

Instantly, I felt my face heat up. It caught me off guard as I definitely was not expecting that question. “None, they’re all like my brothers and I love them all the same” I say smiling to the camera.

“Now that’s a straight up lie, I can tell when you’re not being honest Y/N” Jack smirks, and I curse him in my head for knowing me too well.

“What? I’m not lying. Can we please just end the video here?” I say, hinting to Jack that I feel slightly uncomfortable and he does what I ask. He does his outro and I feel myself slightly relaxing.

As he goes to pack up his equipment’s, I excuse myself out of the room and go to the kitchen for a glass of water.

“So who is it?” Jack suddenly appears behind me and I almost drop to the floor.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that” I say, growing annoyed with him.

“Y/N, come on. Tell me, please” he pouts.

“Let it go” I sigh. I’m not going to admit to my best friend my feelings for him just yet.

“Please!” he begs.

“No” I say sternly.

“What kind of best friend keeps a secret like this to themselves? I can help you if you really like whoever it is”

“What if he doesn’t like me back?”

“Now that’s just crazy. I’m telling you Y/N, any person on earth would be the luckiest if they had you” he says which makes me laugh. “I’m serious Y/N, you’re beautiful inside out.” I felt my heart skip a beat.

“What about you?” I ask.

“What do you mean?”

“Would you call yourself lucky if you had me?” I say before I can stop myself.

“Hell fucking yeah” he responds without hesitating. “Wait, is it me? Who you like?”

I can’t lie myself out of this one. I’ve already dug myself a hole, might as well tell him. Right?

I try using my words to respond but no words came out. So instead I nod. Then Jack smiled the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. He takes a step closer towards me, closing the gap between us. He looks at my lips, I can tell he’s asking permission so I wrap my arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him for the first time.

He placed his hands on my back pulling me in closer. “Well, I like you too. And have for a really. Long. Time.” He says with emphasis on each word. My heart beats so fast, I feel like it’s about to burst.

“Maybe I should’ve told you sooner then.” I respond laughing, pulling Jack onto the couch with me. That night, he forgets all about editing his video.

hope you enjoyed it. i have so many good prompts in my ask right now so expect lots more imagines coming your way!

Finally got a chance to sit down & write up my stories from #HousCon :)

I’ll start with my Jensen op. I decided only a couple weeks ago that I was going to take advantage of the location & go full stupid-tourist and go for cowboy hats. I’d always wanted a real one, but since the only time I showed western, I was in 4-H and a helmet is required at all times even in Showmanship. I would never actually get on a horse without a helmet and you shouldn’t either!! But, I digress. Mainly, this happened because there are far too few pictures of Jensen in a cowboy hat for my liking & I’d thought I’d make the most of the opportunity. Hats acquired (which is a story for another time & place) I stepped up to him for my turn and he gave me a rather concerned look. I quickly told him that he could do whatever he wanted with the hat, put it on or not, as I handed it to him. I think he said ok, (it was definitely something affirmative) and stepped into me & put his arm around me. I don’t remember putting my arm around him, but I clearly did. All I remember is thinking ‘grab your brim! look at the camera!!’ Then it was over & he *very* gently patted me on the back (I live for that pat) and we both said ‘thank you.’ I didn’t make eye contact, but I did look towards his face when I said it, so *thumbs up*? I almost dropped the hat when he handed it back to me. Super smooth. I still didn’t smell him. There was a definite strong yummy-man-scent when we stepped around the divider, but I don’t know if it was Jensen, Schmelke or one of the bodyguards. I think it was Chris, since I didn’t notice it when I had my m&g later.

Don’t tell creation that I said this next part, but I finally got to ask him a question in my m&g!! It took all my nerve, but I did it!! I could tell we were running out of time, so I was like it’s now or never get your damn hand up! And he pointed towards me, then changed his mind and picked someone on the other side. I thought that was my chance gone. Then he said last question and picked me. I asked if he ever watches the videos we make on youtube. He said ‘All the time. All the time.’ and explained how when he wants to watch a scene over, he doesn’t want to bother getting out the dvd & just pulls it up quick. He told us about the most recent vid he watched which helped him get through a tough day. He explained how it came up in his recommendations in his ridiculously adorable technology terms. It was the one that was going around with all the actors & directors talking about how great Jensen is. He said it really meant a lot to him to see that, since that’s not really the sort of thing that people tell you to your face all the time, then ‘So, keep making ‘em!’ It was pretty intense having his mostly undivided attention for longer than the couple of seconds you get to interact in the auto line. I just kept saying ‘cool!’ like an asshole for the 2 minutes or so he was talking at me. And smiling. With eye-crinkles. And I don’t know how many of you have experienced how oddly intimate it is to hear his voice not through a microphone. But… damn. 

It really meant a lot to me that he may have seen the vids I make for him. That’s really why I make most of my art: to show people how much I care about them. I just hope he’s not reading the descriptions……

Birth Simulator - Jack Maynard

Requested: Yes

Request: Open

A/N: I loved the request but I changed it up so it wasn’t the reader who was doing it but it was Jack.

Originally posted by jackmaynard-23

Today I was with my boyfriend, Jack, his brother, Conor, and one of his best friends, Joe. Jack and I had been dating for a year now and I was absolutely in love. I was very much friends with all the boys in the Buttercream Squad and they felt like family to me. Joe had asked Jack to do a video with him and Jack happily agreed. So if Joe asked Jack to do a video, that automatically meant that Conor and I would be coming along with him. 

Conor and I were sitting behind the equipment in Joe’s room while Jack and Joe were sitting on the bed. 

“Welcome back to Suggy Surgery!” said Joe, in one of his many funny voices, “So today we are back at it again with the birth simulator! And today we have Jack Maynard.” 

“Hello.” said Jack, waving his hand.

“Are you ready Jack?” asked Joe.

“Yup, Conor even let me borrow his outfit from last time!” Jack pulled out the hospital gown that Conor had used in Joe’s earlier video he did with Conor. All four of us burst out laughing. 

“Did you really keep that Conor?” Joe asked.

“I mean, why wouldn’t I?” said Conor in a funny accent. We all started to laugh again. 

“Okay so we know that Jack probably has some kids out there somewhere.” said Joe.

“Well I’m hoping not in the past year he hasn’t. ” I said. 

“Don’t worry Y/N, I don’t.” said Jack.

“Stop interrupting Y/N!” joked Joe. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” I surrendered. 

“Anyway, Jack will be answering a series of questions that I asked you guys on Twitter to send in, that are questions that only women or girls would know. So Jack go get changed into you special outfit.” Jack got up and put on the hospital dress on and sat back down. 

“I think that looks great on you Jack.” said Joe.

“Shut up Joe.” said Jack with a frown on his face. 

“Now I am going to hook Jack up to the labor pain simulator and for every time you get a question wrong you will get a contraction.” 

“Shit.” said Jack. 

“Lets get you strapped in. Will you please lift up your dress?” Joe asked, pulling out the contraction device. 

“Oh, Joe. Stop it.” said Jack pretending to blush. Joe took so long trying to strap him into it, both Conor and I had to help.

“Well that took forever.” said Jack. He laid down on a bunch of pillows. 

“Now we are going to test it. If you feel any thing just say.” instructed Joe. He turned the knob. “Can you feel that?” Jack nodded his head no. Joe turned the knob up once more. Jack let out a little squeal. 

“Oh God!” said Jack. 

“First question,” said Joe. “So this comes in from Grace and she says, when does menopause start?” 

“How the fuck am I supposed to know this?” groaned Jack. “Uh, 70?” I burst out laughing. 

“Sorry Jack but that is wrong. Time for the first contraction.” He turned in on, and Jack let out a slight scream of pain. Joe, Conor and I kept on laughing. 

As the game went on, the contractions got worse. Jack got two correct and eight of them wrong. By the end, he had almost lost his voice from all the screaming. He also made Conor and I hold his hands for the last two. It was finally over and we were all just hanging out at Joe’s flat. Joe was starting to edit the video, and Jack and I were lounging on the couch, his arm around my shoulder. Conor had run to go get some Nando’s for us.  Joe would occasionally laugh from watching the video again. 

“You know,” said Jack, “I started to cry from the last one.” 

“You’re such a baby sometimes.” I teased. Jack kissed my temple. 

“We should have a kid sometime.” said Jack. 

“Well, we will have to get married before that happens, and we will definitely be having more than one kid.” I said. 

“Fine, get married and then have kids.” said Jack. “Sounds like a plan.”

Baking with Hunk

Another installment of my klance YouTuber AU! This (fourth) one-shot features some fluffy baking on Hunk’s channel, with Lance, Keith, and Pidge to help him out. I told you guys a lot of fluff was to be expected, but there’s also a lot of angst. This one sets the stage a bit for one of the next parts… which will be angsty. Lots of the things coming up soon will be angsty so… prepare yourself for those, but for now enjoy the mostly fluffiness! @elsiemcclay I’m pretty sure you’re asleep, but thanks for being such a great beta!

You can find the YT AU series here on my AO3.

Yes, I did look at the actual recipe to write this.


“Hi!” Hunk waved cheerfully at the camera. “Today we’re going to be making Baked Alaska Cupcakes! They’re one of my favorites, but I’ve never actually made them on this channel because they’re a bit more complicated. Luckily, I have help!”

He reached around the counter and dragged a brightly smiling Lance into the camera. “Hunk, pretty much all of your fans know me by now. We made breakfast puffs together last month!”

Hunk rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but do they know your boyfriend Keith?” he faked a gasp as Keith came to stand beside them. “Because he’s here, too!”

“Hunk, don’t look so surprised. You invited us here,” Pidge hopped up on a stool. “Besides, they probably do know who Keith is. Lance talks about him enough, that’s for sure.”

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Twigs and Twine and Tasha Banes/

My meta for this episode is, I’m not writing a meta. What’s the point? It was perfect, perfect, perfect and I hate the fact I can’t be fully happy, relax and enjoy it. Because we’ve been here before, right? When it was so close we could touch it - and, whatever those anons in my askbox say, it’s not about a ship, because (personally) I continue to have no interest in shipping whatsoever. This is people telling us a story, being elaborate and decadent and romantic as fuck about it, and I want to hope they’re not lying to us this time - I can’t see how they’re going to worm their way out of this, and why they would even want to, but - yeah. 

As I said, we’ve been there before.

So I’m not going to comment on how painstakingly the Banes mirrored the Winchesters - the queer, cocky sibling who doesn’t give a fuck, the other sibling who feels like an outsider in their own family, the parent who hunts alone and ‘hasn’t been home in a few days’. What’s the point? Steve Yockey went to great trouble to shove it in our faces, and, to his credit, he never hesitated - he went all out, killing off a character he’d created himself (I think we can all agree on the fact that Alicia Banes is, for all intents and purposes, dead) so that he could carve up a perfect parallel, because as it turns out, his Max can’t bear to live alone either, and would do anything, anything, to bring his sister back.

Uh.

There’s also no point, I guess, to discuss Chekhov’s grenade launcher again. We know it’s there, we know it’s something Dean can’t have and can’t touch (but he really, really wants to), and it seems almost sure by now that the thing will have a prominent role in the season finale. 

(Which, yay, but also - a grenade launcher is not really a synonym for surgical strikes and level-headedness - are you ready for the bloodbath? I know I’m not.

And the question remains - what about the metaphorical grenade launcher? Will Dean get his hands on that too?)

No, I just - you know, a few months ago I actually embarked on the mad project of tracking down everything Steve Yockey had ever written - not out of a creepy, stalkery obsession, but simply because I was absolutely blown away by Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox and my entire frontal cortex was like, *grabby hands*. So, well - I sat through twenty episodes of Scream wishing I could be sixteen again (which was the whole point of that show, I guess), and when I finally got to Yockey’s episode - there was no difference. None. It was more freakishly thin girls running this way and that, more masks carved out of human faces, more meetings in video games stores instead of going to the police. And at first I felt a bit cheated, but now I’ve seen Yockey’s third episode for Supernatural, I suddenly realize this is actually good news - because Yockey is very, very good. He can blend in. He can write stuff that’s so indistinguishable from S1 canon he’s basically a House Elf (and is it a good thing or a bad thing when you don’t notice a writer is there?). And the thing is, he was very clearly told not to. Whatever Dabb’s goal - and, as I said, I don’t want to run in the streets with a confetti machine until I know for sure - Yockey is deliberately turning it up to eleven, because, again - I have no doubt a part of the fandom will start to shout OOC and whatever, but guys - Yockey can do the thing if he’s told to do the thing. But it’s now very clear he wasn’t.

So, well. This episode was tragically beautiful. What got me like a punch in the face is that Max Banes doesn’t, in the end, follow in Dean’s footsteps: Dean doesn’t allow him to make a demon deal, which means Max is forced to find that ‘other way’ the Winchesters are always daydreaming about. But, well - in his case that ‘other way’ is going home with a sort of golem sister - a thing that talks like Alicia and moves like Alicia and may have her memories and may even be able to be feel the sun on her face and the warmth of her brother’s love and the empty nothing of her mother’s death, but is not a human being. In doing what he did, Max condemned himself to a fake and hollow life, and that’s even more heartbreaking if we consider how open he used to be about everything. Living as a natural witch, a gay man, a POC in a world of monsters (hell, in Trump’s America) - Max was shameless about it. From the very first moment we saw him, he never tried to hide. But now, all of that is gone. And, sure, there’s a whole Big Question there - we could try and justify his choice, since that’s where we’re all headed, anyway - but to see him trapped like that - the burning body of his twin sister on his right, and a frankencreature wearing her face on his left - ouch.

I hope the Winchesters find a better ‘other way’ than that, but this is Supernatural - even if they do, they’ll likely get there crawling through a hill of corpses. 

[I apologize for my sombre mood. I’m still a bit feverish, maybe it’s that. In sunnier news, I’m working on a project that will make some of you very happy, so there’s that.]

Procrastination

Hey everyone, how are finals, if that is still a thing for you. I’m in the last stretch rn with 4 different project and ofc I went on to doing absolutely everything but school work lol….
One of those was binge watching doll repainting videos and rememebering how much I still love dolls and doll collecting. So I looked at Monster High dolls again, and man these has gone a long way since I last saw them years ago. I decided to try my hand at repainting since I’ve been meaning to get into it but never got the chance or time. (I still don’t have time I’m just procrastinating lmao.)

Anyway, I ordered this Draculaura First Day at School doll and repainted her.

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Bonfire

Type: One Shot | Imagine about Ethan Dolan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2,547
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I could hear the wood crackling as the fire started warming everyone up. I sat down next to Ethan pulling my sleeves down slightly. He could tell that I was cold, he wrapped the blanket around me pulling me close to him. I rested my head against his shoulders, his hand rubbing up and down my arm trying to warm me up. I wrapped my arms around his waist as he kept his arm around me. We both saw Grayson come back on the four wheeler and of course Ethan wanted to be next. He moved me off of him as he got up, reaching for my hand. I grabbed his as I followed him over to where Grayson was at. Ethan got onto the four wheel and waited for me to get on. I got on behind him wrapping my arms around his stomach. We started down the path, it started getting darker and darker. I was getting more scared the further we went, I tightened my grip on his stomach. I guess he could feel my tighten grip since he started to slow down. We finally made it to the top of the clift, over looking the water. He rubbed his hand over mine letting me know that I was safe. I finally let go of hm as we got off the four wheeler. The view was beautiful and honestly the ride was totally worth it.

“Are you ok?” he ran his hand through his hair.

“Yeah​ im ok” I nodded.

“Good” he sat down allowing his legs to hang over the edge.

“Its beautiful” I sat down next to him.

“Its possibly one of my favorite spots to come too” he looked out towards the water.

“Can I ask why?” I questioned.

“Because its peaceful” he quickly said.

“Why did you bring me up here?” I looked at him.

“I wanted to talk to you about something” he finally looked towards me.

“And what is that?” I looked down as I started to wonder.

“I know we have been friends for over 5 years now and” his voice started to drift off.

“What E?” I placed my hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t know how to say this” he said.

“Come on Ethan, we are like best friends” I said.

He looked up at me, placing his hand against my cheek. Our eyes meet and something just clicked, I knew exactly what he was going to say. He leaned in towards mine placing his lips against mine slightly. I smiled against his lips before kissing him softly, resting my hand against his chest. He slightly pulled away allowing his lips to barely touch mine. I rested my forehead against his as I opened my eyes. I kept my hand against his chest as his hand was against my neck. He finally pulled away from me looking back towards the water. I gently rested my hand on his knee as I didn’t want him to be nervous.

“You can tell me Ethan” I said.

“I like you, there I said it” he placed his head in his hands.

“And I like you, its ok” I rubbed his back as I moved closer to him.

“Your not mad? Wait you like me too?” He looked at me.

“Yeah​” I smiled gently.

“How long?” he asked.

“For a while but never wanted to ruin our friendship” I looked at him.

“I don’t think it would” he placed his hand against my knee.

“We are stronger then that” I wrapped my hand around his arm.

“True” I could see the smile grow on his face.

“So ask me” I said.

“Will you be my girlfriend” he titled my chin up.

“Yes Ethan” I leaned up slightly peeking his lips softly.

“Good” he smiled as he grabbed my hand.

We stayed up on the clift for a little while just talking about things. We finally got back on the four wheeler and this time he took it slow. I kept my grip on him as we rode back towards the fire. It wasn’t many people left sitting at the fire but there was so much going on. Really it was too much going on to stay sitting in one spot. He got off the four wheel grabbing my hand as he helped me off. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we walked back to our seat. I cuddled into his chest as he wrapped the blanket around us, keeping me close to him.

“ETHAN, Y/N WE GOT FOOD” Grayson yelled out from the balcony.

“WE WILL BE THERE IN A SECOND” Ethan yelled back.

I pulled myself away from Ethan as I got up. Stretching slightly as I looked back at Ethan waiting for him to get up. He finally got up grabbing my hand, intertwining our fingers together. I smiled as I walked with him to the house, where we found Grayson with the pizza. I fixed my plate and went over to the couch. Ethan wasn’t too far behind as he got his plate, sitting next to me.

“You two are cozy” Grayson said as he sat down in the chair.

“I finally asked her to be my girl” Ethan smiled.

“Finally!” Grayson laughed.

“What you knew?” I looked at Gray.

“Yeah​ I did, he’s my brother” Grayson nodded.

I smiled at Ethan as he started to eat his pizza. I started eating my pizza as we started joking around. I had been around these boys for over 5 years and I didn’t want anything to change between us. Ethan took my plate as we were finished placing them in the sink. He finally made his way back sitting next to me, placing his arm around my shoulders. I moved closer to him, resting my head against his shoulder. “You two are adorable” Gray said.

“Thank you” I started to blush slightly.

“Im just glad she said yes” Ethan responded.

“Why would I say no?” I looked at him.

“I don’t know” he shrugged his shoulders.

I rested my hand against his chest as he held me close to him. Grayson soon left the room going back outside as we stayed cuddled up. I ended up falling asleep against him. He smiled down as he realized that I was asleep, he eased off the couch. He picked me up trying his best to keep me asleep as he took me to my room. Laying me down against the bed as I started to wake up, his kissed my cheek softly.

“Go back to sleep” he said.

“Stay with me” I reached for him.

He didn’t hesitate with his answer as he got into bed. Pulling the covers over us, pulling me close to him. I looked at him as he brushed my hair from my face. I moved slightly closer to him peeking his lips softly. He rubbed my back as we started to fall asleep. We stayed cuddled up in my bed the rest of the night, well until our alarm went off. He groaned as he didn’t want to wake up, I rubbed his chest slightly. I moved his hair from his face kissing his lips softly. He smiled into the kiss as he started to wake up, keeping his arm over me.

“Come on guys!” Grayson said as he walked into the room.

“Stop it Gray!” Ethan said.

“Lake day” Grayson said.

“Come on Ethan” I pulled away from his grip getting out of the bed.

I walked into the bathroom turning the water on in the skin. I started brushing my teeth when Ethan came in, placing his arm around me. I leaned back against him as he rested his head against my shoulder. He finally moved from behind me as he grabbed his tooth brushed. I finished brushing my teeth and I left the bathroom as he started. I went to my suit case grabbing my bikini, I went into the closet to change. I walked out of the closet with my bikini, grabbing my shorts from my bag. I could see Ethan standing at the bathroom door leaning against the doorframe. His smirk grew on his face as his eyes wondered over my body.

“Like what you see?” I asked.

“Yeah​ I do, ” he grabbed his swimming trunks.

I went downstairs as he changed, grabbing something to eat. I watched Grayson lean against the counter as he was eating. I started to pack everyone’s lunch in the cooler since we were going to be on the lake all day. I put the cooler in the van as I walked back into the house I saw Ethan in the kitchen. I got behind him, placing my arm around his waist, kissing his shoulder. He turned around so he was facing me, leaning down to kiss me softly. I kept the kiss between us as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He placed his hand against my sides as the kiss started to get intense, I finally pulled away from him. Ethan and I as well as Grayson decided to take the two four wheelers to get to the lake. The rest of the group decided to take the van, I got on the back of Ethan’s four wheeler.

“I got you, ” he smiled as he placed his hand against mine.

“And I got you” I kissed his cheek.

He started the four wheels as we rode behind Grayson. It wasn’t scary this time because I could actually see where I was going. I still kept my grip on Ethan’s stomach as we rode. The breeze was nice so was the scenery, I loved these little trips that we did on the weekend. We finally got to the lake as we parked the four wheeler next to Gray. I waited for Ethan to get off the four wheeler first, he reached for my hand as he helped me up. We walked hand and hand down to the lake. I took off my shorts as Ethan took off his shirt, of course Ethan ran right off the dock jumping into the lake. I walked to the edge of the dock and sat down, allowing my feet to go into the water.

“Come in, ” Ethan said as he swam towards me.

“It’s cold” I said.

“It’s ok come on, ” he placed his hand on my leg.

I finally gave in and got into the lake with Ethan. We swam out to where Grayson was, as we started to play games. We played water freebie and just other games. They wanted to film a video for Tuesday, of course, so they started the challenge, I stayed out of the way. I got out of the water and sat on the dock as I watched them. I couldn’t stop laughing as they were doing the craziest things. They finally finished Ethan and Grayson got out of the water, wrapping a towel around them. Ethan came onto the dock sitting next to him, wrapping a towel around me.

“That was a good video idea, ” I said.

“Thank you, ” he said.

Ethan got up from the dock and went to the van to get something to eat. I wasn’t hungry, so I stayed on the dock, my feet in the water. I could hear them coming back, Grayson was right behind Ethan. Ethan grabbed Grayson pushes him into the lake, but at the last second Gray grabbed his arm pulling him with him. I laughed as they both crashed into the water. Ethan came out of the lake, picking me up from the dock. I screamed as I held onto him he tried to throw me into the lake. I kept my grip onto him and once again we both went into the water. I made it back to the surface as I gasped for air, Ethan was right behind me. I dunked Ethan back into the water and tried to swim away. Under the water he grabbed my leg pulling me back, making me go back under the water. Grayson grabbed my arm helping me back up the surface. We started to swim further into the lake, I tried to keep up with them both. I started to struggle to swim as I just couldnt seem to catch my breath. I stopped as they kept swimming, I felt something around my feet. I screamed out in pain as I felt as if something stung me. Ethan and Grayson turned their attention back to me. They were far away from me and I was far away from the shore, they started to swim back to me.

“We are coming” Ethan called out.

“OW!” I screamed.

They finally made their way to me, Ethan helped me back to the shore. He sat me on the shore looking at my foot to see what happen. All I knew that there was blood and a lot of pain.

“Call for an ambulance” Ethan called out.

“Its that bad?” I asked.

“Its a lot of blood” Ethan said.

He wrapped his shirt around my foot keeping pressure on it. Soon the ambulance was there Ethan rode to the hospital with me. He even stayed with me in the emergency room. They cleaned my foot, giving me stitches as well as three shots just to make sure that I was ok. I was released soon after but it hurt way too bad to walk. Ethan picked me up taking me out to the waiting room where we found Gray. We went back to the cabin, Ethan carried me everywhere. He waited on me making sure that I was ok. I was ok because I had him, he cuddles was the best medicine in the world. I healed up perfectly fine for our final bonfire of the weekend. I walked out of the fire as I saw Ethan sitting with Grayson, he ran over to me as he saw me.

“I’m ok” I said.

“You’re sure?” he asked.

“Yeah, feeling so much better, thank you” I smiled.

“Anything for you, ” he kissed me softly.

I sat down next to him as he put the marshmallows on the stick. He handed mine to me as he got his ready, I placed mine in the fire. Pulling it out as it caught fire, making sure it was melted before putting it on the gram crackers. Bonfire s'mores was the best, maybe it was because of the people that were around me. Ethan placed his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him, I kissed his cheek softly. Even though I got injured on our weekend get away it was still the best getaway that I had been on. Ethan admitted to me that he liked me, plus I loved spending time with my two best friends. Ethan was still my best friend, now he was just also my lover. I could admit that I did have feelings for Ethan as well, I guess in time everything worked out perfectly. Some how he stole my heart the first day we meet, but it just took a little while to get him to see that. In the light of the fire we found love, crazy as that seems.

Jongin - Come Home (M)

Jongin x (Y/N) scenario

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Oral sex, vanilla sex

Word count: 4552


Saturday mornings always bring tired eyes and lazy Netflix binges tangled in a blanket on the sofa. At least, they have for the past month. I don’t have anything better to do anyway. My roommate won’t be back from her home-stay for another 6 months. I’ve nearly forgotten the scent of her floral perfume wafting through the apartment as she scurries around getting ready for work. She hates her job, but keeps a smile on her face regardless. Despite frequently working overtime and off-duty business calls, not to mention lowkey harassment from a coworker (something she doesn’t trust will be properly dealt with if she notifies her lackadaisical boss), she remains optimistic. She’s like a ticking bomb. Though she doesn’t like to admit it, I know that she has a limit. It’s only so long until she explodes, and I’m not ready to see such a mess sprawled out before me.

But honestly, as I sit flipping through an endless scroll of B-movies I can’t be bothered to waste brain cells sitting through, all I can think about is one person, and it certainly isn’t my optimistic roommate. Letting the remote go limp in my hand for a moment, I grab at my phone lazily perched on my hip. No new messages. Damn. How long has it been anyway? 3 days? He could at least drop a text to say “Good morning” or “Sweet dreams” or “I love you~”. Even a “Thinking of you” would do. But he’s been completely silent for far too long (3 days can seem like a long time when you’re completely and utterly in love with someone who isn’t near you). It’s not like we promised to talk everyday, but considering that he’s 92093842347 miles away from where I am, I would be willing to hear even just a small peep from him at least once a day. He must be busy, I tell myself, setting my phone aside again as I begin to harass the remote buttons. “God damn it, there has to be something to watch on here!” And yet there isn’t. Either I’ve watched everything already or there’s nothing interesting left. So I pull up YouTube instead. Perhaps a few random tutorials and Story Times down the road, I’ll actually find something to binge on. As soon as I open the screen, however, one thumbnail catches my eye and I feel a pang in my chest. ‘170425 EXO’rDIUM in NY - Acoustic Medley’. I try to hide my frown, if not only to trick my spirits into staying light. My fingers move on their own, and I’m sucked into the melodic harmony of all the members singing Call My Baby and Love, Love, Love, and other songs he’s sung to me while I fall asleep nestled in his warm embrace. He looks so content, sitting there among his near brothers, lifting the mic to his lips when it’s his turn to sing, gazing out at all the fans who adore him so passionately. And it’s almost the same look he gives me when he comes home sometimes after work and holds me in his arms, something we aren’t able to do as much as we’d like. I know that I’m the only one who gets that extra special look, that look of “this is the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my life”. I give him the same one.

Kim Jongin is warm-hearted to a fault. Literally anyone who meets him could tell you that he’s always a gentleman, and he’s always polite, but he also knows how to joke around. He’s the epitome of the perfect sweetheart. It’s no wonder he has young girls worshiping him around the world. But, of course, what they see on the screen, even what they are sometimes lucky enough to see in person, is only a part of the man we know as Kim Jongin. Behind closed doors he’s so much more. He shows me aspects of his personality that he’d never show anyone else. There’s so much to know about Jongin. There’s so much to understand, and adore, and protect. Although he’s undoubtedly tough, he also has a certain fragility about him, which only makes me care for him more deeply.

I just want him to come home. A month is a long time to be deprived of seeing the one person you love above all else. He’s been really good about replying to my texts of encouragement and also the ones that say things like “Oh my god, when the fuck are you getting home, I’m about to die!!!” Although I know he’s busy and probably isn’t supposed to be on his phone. I get his messages and have to remind myself that it’s not, in fact, 4am where he is when he sends them. I can only imagine how the time difference affects him. Poor baby works too hard anyway. We’d tried calling each other once only to have to keep it short because he was getting ready to go to rehearsal at 8am while it was 9pm in Korea. Before we’d even had a chance to talk heart-to-heart, his manager called him away. He promised he’d call another time or maybe even Facetime, but his schedule got more detailed as the days went by. Even before the tour, they were so preoccupied with preparations that he decided it was best to just stay at the company for the time being until after their return. Hence why we haven’t seen each other for a month. EXO’s schedules get especially rigorous during comebacks and tours. I feverishly worry for him, for all of them.

The video ends and I scold myself when I realize a tear has trickled from my eye. “Come home…” I murmur, my voice cracking. My phone buzzes and my hand has never flown so fast to pick it up. A big smile graces my lips when I look at the screen.

'Sorry, we got really busy. It’s times like these when I really, really miss you… xoxo, Nini <3’

-

The tour comes to an end. EXO is finally coming home. I’ve spent the entire day preparing dinner, creating a nice romantic atmosphere. The dining room has been expertly transformed into a more fancy setting with a table for two all dressed up with a brand new tablecloth and candle, and a little vase of lavender. I’m thoroughly impressed with myself, though I don’t like to brag. I collapse onto the couch when everything is ready, dinner only needing to be put into the oven. Holding my phone above my face, I open my texts, reading over the last message Jongin sent me. 'Omg omg omg can you believe I’m coming home to you today?!’ which was a more giddy response than usual. This is the longest we’ve gone without seeing each other in at least a year. We’ve grown accustomed to being able to be together at least twice a week. Sometimes we get lucky and EXO’s manager will secretly let me come to practice on the condition that Jongin won’t get too distracted.

'When does your plane land?’ I type, looking at the time to see that it reads 1:23pm (I got too excited and prepared everything way too early in advance, but oh well). I would go to the airport, but I’ve been warned that because somehow no one has figured out about mine and Jongin’s relationship yet during the two years we’ve been together, it’s risky to show up and have people suspect anything. We aren’t ready to reveal anything just yet, partly because I’m not famous or anything, so both of us want to protect my privacy for as long as we can. There’s no way I want to touch the surface of sasaeng territory.

My phone buzzes almost immediately. '6 more hours… >.<’ I giggle at the cute little emoji. Even when he’s not with me, he still manages to make my heart flutter just as much. I send back a crying emoji and tell him to get some sleep (if the boys will let him). And then I go to take a shower. Dinner and ambiance aren’t the only surprises I’ve conjured up. A cute little pink parcel with a silk bow tied around the handles sits waiting at the end of my bed. I’ll slip that new gem on later tonight after dinner when he least expects it…

6 hours pass by agonizingly slow. Even Netflix isn’t helping to make time fly quicker. Every now and then I’ll get a cute little text from Jongin saying he wants to call, but the guys won’t shut up so hearing each other would be difficult. I tell him it’s fine. We talked on the phone just yesterday anyway, and we got a good hour in. He says he wants to hear my voice. I reply that he will soon~

We text for a little while and then he says he’ll get some shut eye so he’ll have energy when he gets home to me. His manager has generously arranged for him to be allowed to see me first thing when they arrive. The clock ticks mockingly above the mantel piece. It’s only 4 now… 3 hours to go. It’s never felt so long. If time keeps acting like this, I’m never going to let Jongin go on tour again… But that would be selfish and how would I even be able to pull off something like that? Still, Jongin has me missing him like there’s no tomorrow.

Finally, the clock reads 8pm. 'We’re landing!’ he texts and sends an excited gif to go along with it. I chuckle to myself and jump up from the couch where I’ve been wasting time on nothing in particular.

I push the braised chicken into the oven and turn on the timer. After quickly checking to make sure that everything is in place, I go to the bedroom to make sure everything looks neat and the lingerie I bought is out of sight in case he happens to go into the bedroom for some reason. It’s a strapless black and red lace piece with garters and stockings and everything. There are even tiny pink bows down the bodice. Best of all, it fits me perfectly in all the right places~ I’ve only ever gotten one set of lingerie in the past, but after using it twice, I figured it was time for something fresh that Jongin has never seen me in before. This certainly was a contrast to the rather plain white one I had before. I was much shier then and I’d never worn anything so scandalous in my entire life. Jongin had told me then that he didn’t care if it was the plainest one in the whole world. “You look stunning in anything~” I blush remembering those words, just imagining our night steadily approaching.

I slip into a cute little dress and finished up dinner just as I get a text from him. 'On my way over~ ;)’ My stomach does flips in anticipation. Seeing his face in person for the first time in what seems like forever, hearing that voice that sounds like melted caramel, feeling his arms tightly wrapped around my figure as if our bodies are perfectly molded together, breathing in his familiar scent, kissing him with all the passion I’ve saved up while he’s been gone, these are the things that have me practically sprinting around the apartment in excitement. He’s minutes away and yet those minutes feel like 6 hours all over again.

Suddenly, a soft knock comes at my door. Without even meaning to, I hold my breath. Taking one last look in the mirror to make sure I appeared just right, I speed over to the door and collect myself before turning the knob and opening it to see him standing there, smiling bright with a bouquet of lilies in his hand. I stare at him, starry-eyed. He stares right back, his smile never faltering as we both drink in each other’s presence. He hands me the bouquet, a bashful look on his face, and my heart skips as I breath in their sweet aroma. Where did he find the time…? Breathlessly, I speak first. “Jongin…you’re home…” And then he suddenly rushes forward and scoops me into his arms, twirling me around in the air as I hold on, giggling with pure joy. He kicks the door shut and immediately attaches his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck as he massages my waist with his thumbs.

“God, I missed you so fucking much…” he says in almost a whisper, his forehead pressed against mine. I smiled blissfully and caress his cheek with my hand.

“Honey, you can’t even imagine know how much I missed you.” He smirks, pecking my nose.

“I think I can guess~”

He practically gapes at the setup I’ve prepared. “Woah, you actually cooked for once?” I playfully shove him and tell him to “just sit and enjoy it because now might be the only time you get something like this from me.” He laughs and we sit, and over dinner, he tells me all about the tour and how the boys drove him nuts, but it was okay because being with them was always worth it. He tells me the story about how Sehun, Junmyeon and Jongdae got lost on their first day in New York and they had to pretend that they totally meant to be in some shoe store when really it was the only familiar thing to them in the vicinity. And he tells me about how after one show, he a few others got drinks in their rooms and he had a little too much. “The guys told me the next morning that I had been crying and acting like a total baby, rambling on about how I didn’t deserve you and how you were probably going to find somebody else way better than me and then what was I going to do because you’re my world and…” He trails off, seeing the look on my face. “Babe, what’s wrong?” I reach across the table for his hand and give it a tight squeeze. I want to hold him when I hear him say those things. What you say when you’re drunk is often what you’re actually thinking in the back of your mind, even if you don’t realize it.

“You deserve me more than anyone, love. I’m not going to find anybody else. Why would I need to find anybody else? I love you, Jongin. I can’t imagine loving another person quite like how I’m in love with you…” I gaze into those gorgeous chocolate pools, a serious yet soft expression on my face. He gets all shy then and grins like a little boy. I love the small moments like these. They’re never awkward, although when we do stuff like this in front of the members, most of their reactions go something like “gEt a rOom!” and “jUNMYEON JONGIN AND (Y/N) ARE DOING THAT MUSHY THING AGAIN-” or “help! the cheesiness in slowly killing me!” (of course Junmyeon and Yixing are in the corner, cooing at us like doting parents).

After I’ve put the dishes away, I tell Jongin to wait in the living room while I change into something a little more comfortable. Unlike the last time, I feel not a tinge of embarrassment while putting on my lingerie because I know Jongin genuinely loves this kind of surprise and would never want me to be ashamed of showing him my body. And the hungry look he gets in his eyes when we do these things is honestly the hottest look in the universe, way more so than what he displays on the stage. Once everything is in place, I sneak back out into the living room. He sits on the sofa with his back towards me. 'The perfect opportunity’ I think, tiptoeing over to him. I lean down and cover his eyes with my hands, getting close to his ear and murmuring in a husky tone, “Guess who~” I can feel his entire body tense. I remove my hands and make my way around the sofa to stand in front of him, letting my hair fall loosely around my shoulders. His jaw hangs as he looks me over.

“Is that new?” he asks, and I can hear a tinge of excitement in his voice. I nod, swiveling my hips a little. He smiles. “Do a little turn so I can see it better.” I do this, and when I’m facing him again and I can see that he’s swallowing hard, starting to imagine things.

“Do you like it?” He stands up and stalks over to me, pressing his body against mine with his hands squeezing my hips.

“Do I like it?…” His lips come dangerously close to my ear as his breath tickles the sensitive skin around it. “I love it…” I lean into him as his hand travels a little farther and grabs my ass, pulling me closer. Our lips collide and his tongue soon slithers out to fight with mine. This. This is what I had desperately waited for during those 2 months. After not having it for so long, I never knew it could already feel this good.

Suddenly, he hoists me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, our lips never parting for more than a second so that he can adjust my position to be more comfortable. He then makes his way towards the bedroom. My heart pounds with excitement. I can barely contain myself and I know he can tell. My fingers become tangled in his hair as he pushes the door shut with his foot and sets me on the bed, immediately crawling over me. I let my hands wander up his shirt to feel his toned stomach as he attacks my jaw and neck and collar bones with his kisses, leaving a few marks in their wake. He’s already got me sighing, wanting as much as I can get. As he moves to my shoulders, he pulls one of my legs to his hip with the hand that isn’t propping him up. His fingers tease down my thigh over and over and my entire body begins to tingle. Jongin pulls away for a moment to that I can assist in discarding his shirt. “Thank you, that was really in the way,” I breathe, my fingers returning to his exposed skin right away. He places a hand over mine and guides it against his stomach. His eyes bear into mine all the while, as if daring me to go further. Not just yet…

With my other hand, I reach up to grab his shoulder, pulling him down and rolling on top of him. I straddle his hips, carefully dragging my lips from his chest to his neck where I leave my own marks. They’ll fade before he needs to be seen in public again. The boys will have a couple of days off anyway. A small groan leaves Jongin’s throat and I chuckle. “Already?” As I scatter his collarbones with small but noticeable love bites, he writhes underneath my touch as my hands inch closer and closer to his growing erection hidden behind the fabric of his skinny jeans. I pull myself up to admire my work and that’s when he turns the tables and again I’m beneath him. His eyes are full of beastly hunger. I can see it dripping through his skin almost and it immediately ignites something within me. He scours my laced intimate and cocks his head, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek in thought. He traces his thumb over a bit of the delicate material just above my breast. “As much as I could drunk on seeing you in this,” he says in a deep voice that’s already getting me heated. “I’m afraid it’s going to have to come off right this minute.” My tongue darts out over my lips as I reach up and gently drag my finger across his jaw.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I say, my voice laced with honey. “Take it off of me~”

He wastes no time in doing so. He promptly rips the lingerie from me and absorbs my body in all it’s naked glory. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous~” he coos, kissing my breasts, and then my stomach, and then my hips. “How is that a person can be this beautiful no matter what?” I gently grab a fistful of his hair as he props up my legs and teases my inner thighs with his butterfly kisses. “I’m the one who gets all of this,” he murmurs, getting dangerously near to my gradually aching womanhood. “Tell me how you want me to make you feel good, baby~” His lips press against my thigh again. “Here?”

“Yes…” I breathe. He kisses a little closer to my core.

“Here?” The heat within me only grows. I nod.

“Yes~” His lips inch closer.

“How about here?” A soft whimper emerges from my mouth. I need him already! He finally kisses my womanhood, which is becoming wetter by the moment. “And what about this spot…right here?” His tongue flicks out and I slightly arch my back, squeezing the fistful of his hair a little tighter.

“Yes, Jongin!” I moan. He laughs breathlessly.

“So that’s the spot, hmm?” His tongue teases it again. My lips purse. “Should I keep doing it like this for a bit?” He gives a long lick right up to the tip of my folds. I nod enthusiastically. I hear him do that smug grin he always does when he’s about to do something really “good”. All of a sudden, his tongue begins to swirl around my core, pumping in and out, swirling, in and out, more spirals. I’m a writhing mess, but his hands on my waist keep me grounded. I can tell he enjoys seeing me so vulnerable under his touch. As I’m approaching my high, he incorporates his fingers and I whine a bit at the sudden contact. One finger, then two, then three. I’m almost there. I can feel a knot twisting in my stomach, slowly growing more intense. My back arches off the mattress and that’s when he ceases his actions. I give a little noise of discomfort at the suddenly cold air hitting my womanhood. “Don’t worry, baby, you won’t be upset for long.” He crawls up over top of me again and takes me hand in his, leading it to the button on his pants. He gives a small smile, a mischievous one. My whole body is throbbing with want. I quickly unbutton his pants and he kicks them off of the bed. He’s getting impatient, too, just like I am. Now he’s just in his boxers. I eye them for a moment and then look back up at him, my hand moving to the bulge pressed against the fabric. As I start to palm him, his brows furrow with pleasure and his eyes shut momentarily.

“Look at me, Jongin,” I command sweetly, going a bit fast. He kisses me roughly and then he can’t stand it anymore. I grabs my hand and pins it above my head, tearing his boxers off and letting his member spring free. My mouth opens silently as I anticipate what’s going to happen next. “Don’t go easy on me, hmm?” I say, letting my free hand slowly travel up his tones bicep.

“Oh, I won’t, so get ready.” He positions his cock at my entrance. Before I can even prepare myself, he’s pushing into me. I squeeze my eyes shut. It’s been a little while since we’ve done this, but luckily I’m wet enough so that it’s not all that painful. “Are you okay?” he asks, his tone suddenly laced with concern. I tighten my grip on his arm and nod.

“I’m fine, keep going…” He slows his pace when inserting and finally I’ve taken all of him. He pauses to let me adjust. “Okay,” I signal. Jongin starts thrusting at a leisurely pace, making sure I’m not uncomfortable. He’s such a sweetheart, no matter what. I look at him with an arched eyebrow. “I thought you weren’t going to go easy,”

“Yeah, but if you-”

“Jongin…” He knows what that means. I nod as one final reassurance that I can handle him. He inhales and all of a sudden his pace picks up. I hold back my moans for a bit, but soon he’s pounding into me and I can’t help out. I let out a loud whine and the smug grin returns as he starts to pant. My hand wanders over every inch of his body that I can reach, but he teases and places it with my other hand so that I’m completely pinned underneath him. My torso twists with pleasure as he abuses my womanhood in only the best of ways. Low grunts and groans simmer in his throat. A few moans of “(y/n)” lathered in sex emerge from his lips. The noises coming from me become more frequent, too, more needy. His name slips out every so often in the form of a cry whenever he hits a particular spot.

The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and feverish breathing and whines and pleasureful moans of ecstasy. In that moment, I’m so thankful that the walls have been somewhat soundproofed so the people in the apartment next door won’t be able to hear as much. Jongin buries his face in the crook of my neck, his steamy breath trickling over my skin. I’m getting close and so is he. “Cum on my stomach, baby,” I tell him, hardly any strength left to speak. He groans in response, picking up the speed a bit. My back arches to meet his chest as his thrusts become uncontrollable and lose their rhythm. My orgasm explodes within me and I swear I’ve never felt anything so beautiful in my life. White strings of release flow out onto him as Jongin rides out my high. His breathing get more staggered. He inhales sharply and pulls out quickly before his release quirts out onto my exposed stomach. He lets out a loud groan as he strokes himself off, leaning his head back in pure paradise as he calls out my name. Once he’s finished, he collapses on his side next to me, both of us completely out of winded.

“I should have come home sooner,” he pants, turning my head to face him. He plants a passionate kiss on my lips, taking my bottom lip between his teeth.

“That’s what I’m saying.”

Once we’ve composed ourselves, he sits up and goes into the bathroom. I hear the bathtub running and a smile comes to my face. He appears again with a towel in his hand and gently helps me to wipe away the excess on my stomach. I give him a look and confirms my thoughts with the same one. 'We’ve never done it in the bath before,’ I think to myself. Oh well, there’s a first time for everything~

Spring Day [2]

Summary: Jimin and you were best friends since you were little kids, never leaving each other’s side, but one rainy day of spring you left him, asking him to forget about you. You were trying to protect him from yourself, but he didn’t know that. What will happen if fate got you two back together?

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fantasy, Vampires, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Blood, mentions of death

Word Count: 2.3k       

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 //Part 5


Turning back into reality, once your sight became normal again you brought yourself up and looked at Namjoon. He was confused by the sudden change in you.

Your face turned and you searched for someone you hoped you didn’t see. But you did. Your jaw clenched as you observed him talking with another guy, wearing his suit. You suddenly wanted to hug him; you wanted to say everything you couldn’t say that spring day under the rain, but the only thing you managed to say was:

“Jimin”


“Do you know him?” Namjoon asked tilting his head as he changed position to put the box on the table next to him.

“What do you mean? Do you know him?” You turned your head again, conscious of the sweat forming in your palms every second that you stayed there knowing that Jimin was only some meters away from you. Plus the scent still got your head spinning.

Namjoon laughed, too loud for your liking, you didn’t want any attention drawn to you, and especially not his attention. “Why wouldn’t I know the president of the company I work for? Are you crazy?”

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Stay with Me Forever

Summary: Danny hadn’t meant to blurt it out during an episode. But now all of his previous doubts return and he just wants this happy time to last forever. Arin notices. He always does.

Genre: Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Doubt about the Future, Comfort

Warnings: none

A/N: How could I not write something about the iconic “stay with me forever, Arin” moment? Soft and cute, because everyone needs more Arin taking care of Danny in their lives. Let me know what you think!


Stay with me forever, Arin.

It had been such an innocent request in Danny’s mind, but when he’d let his tongue get the better of him, he found that it sounded more like a desperate plea. Arin, bless his soul, had more or less laughed it off with a carefree promise, which Danny appreciated.

Ever since that episode, Danny had never forgotten it. Arin acted like it had been a small moment and forgot, but Danny couldn’t, mainly because it was a plea. His worried thoughts had been dredged up from the back of his head, and then his sleep-deprived and sugar-hyped mind had allowed his mouth to blurt out phrases best left unspoken.

He remembered how panicked he’d been the moment the words had left his lips, eyes darting over to the other man, concentrated on his game. If Arin had been surprised, he didn’t show it, just a quirked eyebrow and a “whoa, okay man” and a short discussion on how long Game Gru//mps would last. Then it was over.

But that fear had been present in Danny’s mind since the beginning, and it would stick with him from now on.

It had started as a single, wiggling thought: When will Game Gru//mps end? What will happen when it does?

Then things had started to change. Danny thought he was used to change; he practically encouraged it, after all. Arin and Suzy had gotten married, which he’d been happy about, but then…the honeymoon.

Arin and Suzy had left for a while, and at first, Danny had been very busy with NS//P and other activities to keep him occupied. However, after the first initial days, he’d found himself fiddling with his phone, wanting to text Arin and ask when the next Gru//mp session was.

His life was vastly different without Arin in it, he realized.

So when Arin had returned, Danny had stuck around him like glue the entire day they’d recorded. It was only after spending a lot of time with him and eating three bags of Skittles that Danny relaxed, realizing things were still the same and Arin was back. Game Gru//mps wasn’t going anywhere.

But that thought persisted, and Danny started to fear change, because he honestly didn’t know what he would do if Game Gru//mps ended.

That was bullshit. He knew exactly what he’d do. He’d work more on NS//P and perhaps find other jobs within the music industry. He’d continue his presence on YouTube and the only difference would be that he wouldn’t go to the Gru//mp Space anymore.

The thought of what he’d do wasn’t really what terrified him; it was what would happen with his friends. Namely, a funny animator with a blonde streak in his hair and a laugh that could make anyone smile.

Arin had given him so much. He still remembered the day when Arin had offered the job with astounding clarity. At the time, he’d been so excited to be a part of something so cool and big on YouTube that he hadn’t fully realized how it would change his life.

Game Gru//mps was just the beginning. It grew larger than anyone had hoped for. NS//P took off, too. He made music videos. He traveled. He did live shows. He started another band–Star//bomb. So many blessings had been dumped into his lap that it was honestly dizzying.

And he had Arin to thank for it all.

He knew he’d thanked Arin before, countless times, but Arin always shrugged it off. He wasn’t a boastful guy and would remind Danny that he’d worked hard, too; it wasn’t just Arin’s influence.

Danny now came to the stark worry: What about when it ended?

All good things must come to an end, as they say. Danny didn’t want it to ever end. He wanted to sit on that gross couch and make silly jokes and play stupid games with Arin his whole life. He wanted to be a senile old man in his eighties screeching at newfangled technology with Arin wheezing beside him. He wanted the Gru//mp Space to never be torn down. He cherished those days in the office, laughing along with Arin, Suzy, Ross, Barry…just, everyone.

These were the thoughts swirling through his mind when he blurted out that wish. He knew Arin hadn’t thought much of it, but it really was something he longed for. He wondered about Arin’s plans for Gru//mps and what it would mean for him.

Okay, he’ll be honest with himself: he doesn’t want to lose the bond he’s formed with Arin.

His other friends, too, of course, but there was something special about Gru//mps. It was the titular show on the channel. It was a time when he and Arin could just sit and laugh and be dumb and happy.

He should’ve known Arin would notice his preoccupation. Arin always noticed when he wasn’t his usual self, and he’d been preoccupied for the last few days. It was only a matter of time.

“Dan.”

He looked up meekly at the younger man, who had his hands on his hips and a determined gaze. Danny cracked a small smile; it was so rare to see Arin look so serious. “Yeah?”

Arin sat beside him, sighing, running his fingers through his hair. “Look, dude, you don’t have to tell me, I’m not forcing you to…but if something’s bothering you, man, I’d do anything to help.”

Danny’s heart melted, and he moved his foot forward to bump Arin’s leg slightly. Arin looked up at him, and Danny thought he might just die from the troubled, sad look in his best friend’s eyes.

He scooted forward, biting his lip. “It’s…um, hard to explain.”

Arin blinked, as if he hadn’t expected Danny to actually tell him, but then knit his brows together and shifted slightly to face him. “Yeah?”

It was a soft reply, a patient one, and Danny could already feel tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He’d always been sensitive, and seeing Arin care so much made his chest fell fuzzy and his face glow and his eyes wet.

“Um…” he struggled, but Arin’s face was patient, giving him all the time he needed. He took a deep breath and tried again. “It’s the future.”

Arin nodded.

“Like…I’m scared of the future,” Danny mumbled, twiddling his thumbs. “I…don’t want Game Gru//mps to go away, I…I don’t want you to go away…”

Arin placed a hand on Danny’s knee. “Dan.”

One gentle, lovingly spoken word from Arin was all it took for the dam behind Danny’s eyes to break, and dammit, he could feel the tears leaking and running down his face. His face stung and he furiously wiped at the traitorous tears with his sleeve. “Sorry, sorry, I don’t…”

Arin wrapped him into a big hug, not even saying anything, and Danny finally let himself cry. It was easier since Arin couldn’t see his face. He clutched his best friend’s shirt in his fists and buried his face into Arin’s shoulder. He could see stains already forming on the pink shirt, but neither him nor Arin gave a damn.

The younger man patted his back gently, soothing his shaking frame and whispering nonsensical phrases of comfort. Danny thanked the good Lord above that the room was soundproof. He really didn’t want anyone else to see him like this.

After feeling drained of tears, Danny kept his face hidden in Arin’s side, not wanting to let go. Eventually, though, Arin tugged him up so he was facing the other man.

Arin’s eyes were softer than Danny had ever seen them, warm and full of affection. “Danny,” he said gently, “Game Gru//mps isn’t stopping anytime soon. I’m not going anywhere. I promise. Even if I were, d’you really think you’d get away from me that easy?”

Danny let out a half-laugh, half-sob as he tried to clean himself up. “I-I know, it’s stupid, I just–”

“It’s not stupid,” Arin said so vehemently that Danny paused. “It’s not stupid, because it just means you cherish your friends.” Arin’s form relaxed a bit as he continued. “But you don’t need to worry, Dan. We’ll all be friends for the rest of our lives. And hey, even if Gru//mps ends, like, thirty years from now, we’ll still be best buds, won’t we? We’ll take long road trips wherever the hell we feel like it, we’ll go to Wendy’s and complain about everything, we’ll even sit on the couch at one of our homes and you can watch me lose my shit to a video game.”

Danny laughed, finally, mostly because of Arin’s goofy grin.

“We’ll be as close as we are now. Right?” Arin peered at him, smiling.

“Yeah,” the word got caught in Danny’s throat. He felt so lucky, so happy, to have this man be his friend and assuage his fears more quickly than he thought possible. Arin somehow always knew what to say.

“So…cheer up, man. Let’s enjoy the time we have with Game Gru//mps, because it ain’t stopping anytime soon. I promise.”

Arin handed Danny a box of tissues and he started mopping up his face. He felt at peace now, serene, as though his worries had never existed.

“Thank you,” Danny said softly as he wiped his eyes. “I don’t know what I did to deserve a friend like you, Arin.”

Arin laughed and bumped Danny’s shoulder playfully. “Hey man, I’ve got a request for you, since I’m such a good friend and all.”

Danny peeked at him from behind his tissue, curious. “What’s that?”

“Will you stay with me forever?”

He knew Arin was just being sappy for his benefit, but his smile was more genuine than ever when he answered immediately. “Even longer, Big Cat.”

"Baby"// Jack Maynard Imagine Pt. 2

Warnings: n/a

Word count: 1287

Requested: no || Requests are closed 

Summary: After Jack came back into Y/ns life she soon finds out shes pregnant again 

Masterlist


Part 1

a few years later

“Emily come here,” Jack said grabbing her and picking her up making her giggle. It was Emily’s third birthday and you were currently putting out snacks for all the people due to arrive in around 30 minutes. You had invited around all of your and Jack’s friends and our families.Jack and you also invited some of our neighbors that had kids Emily’s age. You carried chips outside where you had set up her party. Jack had hung streamers up and you had tied down balloons to some areas of the fence. You placed them on one of the many tables. Jack came out with Emily on one arm and food in the other. 

“Thank you, baby,” You said smiling. “You’re welcome,” he said placing it on the table. You walked back inside and grabbed more food. When you walked back in, Emily was running around. Jack stepped in front of you and when you tried to step away he followed. He pulled you close by the waist and took the food from your hands and placed it on the table. You wrapped your arms around his neck watching Em from over his shoulder. Jack cupped my face and kissed you. You kissed back smiling into it before walking over to Emily.

 "Em do you want your birthday tiara on before people come?“ She nodded. "Can I wear my pretty pink dress?” She said quietly so Jack couldn’t hear. You nodded. “Daddy we be back,” she said. He nodded with a smile. You picked her up and walked upstairs with her in your arms. She changed into her dress and she fixed her own hair by flattening it with her hands. “Do I look pretty mommy?” she asked. “You look absolutely beautiful,” you said making her smile and giggle. Your daughter now looked more like you with her growing y/h/c hair. Her eyes were still a bright blue like Jack’s. Her face was the same shape of yours and she looked like your spitting image. 

“Let’s go show daddy!” she said. You picked her up again and carried her down the stairs. You put her down and she ran to Jack. You watched as Jack picked her up and twirled her around. “You are so beautiful princess,” he said kissing her cheek. “Thank you, Daddy,” she said hugging him. You waited a while but soon people started to arrive. Joe, Zoe, and Alfie were the first ones here. “Uncle Joe!” Emily screeched running to him. 

“There’s the birthday girl!” Joe said quickly setting her present on the ground to pick her up. When you and Jack dated for the first time, you and Joe were very close. He was like your brother and your best friend.When Emily met him for the first time, she was absolutely fascinated by him. “Hey guys,” you greeted. You hugged Alfie then Zoe saying hello to them. “What no hug for me,” Joe said acting offended. Em started wiggling in Joe’s arms signaling that she wanted to be put down. He set her down gently and she ran over to Jack. 

You hugged Joe and he hugged back. “I missed you,” you said smiling. He smiled back and you waited for more people to arrive. Next was your family followed by Jack’s family then Mikey, Josh, Caspar, and Oli. After that, other kids started to arrive from around the neighborhood. Emily was running around with a few other kids, Jack was outside with all of his friends and our families and you was in the kitchen with Joe. “I have to tell you something but you can’t tell anyone,” you said cleaning up the counter knowing you could trust Joe with basically anything. “I promise I won’t,” Joe said. “I think I might be pregnant,” you said smiling. Joe gasped with excitement. “I need your help to tell him,” you said. “Okay leave that to me,” he smirked.

“All I need from you is a pregnancy test,” Joe said over the phone not even a week later. “Okay, we will see you tonight,” you said with a smile. You had already done a few pregnancy test and all were positive. While it was all hard to hide from Jack: the tests, the morning sickness and other pregnancy symptoms, you knew Joe’s plan would be worth the wait. You hung the phone up and continued to pack an overnight bag for Emily who was staying with Jacks family.

 You sneakily put the test in your purse without Jack noticing and you all got ready to go. After dropping Emily off, you and Jack went to Joes. “Can I watch you film?” you asked. “Of course,” Joe smiled following the plan. Joe made an obnoxious noise clearing his throat making you laugh. He did his intro before telling everyone what video they were doing. “Okay guys today we are finally deciding to follow trends and do the what’s in my hand challenge. Jack and I have both picked 5 items and we both have them in bags. If you don’t know how this works well Jack and I will take turns being blindfolded and the other will put an object in the persons hand and they will have 3 tries to guess that object and if they guess it they get a point and the person with the most points wins and the loser will have the classic forfeit of a tweet of the other persons phone. Jack are you ready?” “Yeah,” he smiled.

 By the last round you were crying because you were laughing so hard. “Okay last rounddddd what’s the score?” “I’ve gotten 3 correct and Joes rubbish and has only has 1 and a half,” he laughed. “I can’t help it,” Joe said laughing. Jack did his object and Joe got it right, not that it mattered because Jack already won. “Okay blindfold me,” Jack said. “I think Y/n might get jealous,” Joe joked. You playfully rolled my eyes but we all laughed. Joe wrapped the blindfold around his eyes and you handed him the test quickly out of my purse.

 "Okay Jack let me show the camera quickly,“ Joe said. He showed the positive test to the camera. "Hands out.” Jack put his hands out. Joe only touched the tip of it. “What the heck,” he said. Joe placed it in his hands and he felt around. “It feels like a thermometer,” he said. “Wrongggg,” Joe said. “Mate I genuinely have no idea,” he said. “Can I have a hint?” “Hmmm let me think,” he said looking at me. “Think about what people females mainly do if they need to check something. What do they use for it?” He said. 

“Is it like a tampon?” He said. “What kind of tampon have you felt that is like that,” you said laughing. “Jack think about it,” Joe said. “Oh umm give me a minute. Is it a um um wait I know it! It’s a um pregnancy test?” He said. “Yes!” Joe said,“take your blindfold off.” “Out of all things a pregnancy test,” he said laughing taking the blindfold off. I looked up at him as he looked at the test. “It’s positive?” He said. Joe looked at him, Jack furrowing his eyebrows. Jack looked at me. “Is this what I think it is?” “Well tell us what think it is,” Joe said. 

“Are you pregnant?” Jack said with a huge smile on his face. You nodded. “Yes!” Jack yelled hugging you. You and Joe laughed and you hugged him back. “I love you so much,” he said kissing your lips over and over. “I love you too,” you smiled. Joe smiled and watched as Jack hugged you again.