EXO / Their S/O being sensitive because of her past
Request: Hellooo:) I would like to request an Exo Reaction: Their GF/fiancee/wife is a very sensitive girl, who gets hurt easily and cries easily. She gets scared when they yell at her in a discussion or fight. Shealso didn’t get much love at her parents home. Thank you:)
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TRIGGER WARNING! Harmful past relationship with family members. Also, some strong language.
Minseok was tired. Exhausted, actually. He had just returned home and all he wanted to do was rest because, in seven hours, he’d have to be up on stage again. And this schedule has been going on for weeks. At first, you were really scared for his health because you thought he was working literally 24/7.
“Minseok,” you said softly, while he lied on the bed. He opened his eyes to look at you. “It’s 2am. Was the show really that long?”
“No, the show ended at 10 or so,” Minseok answered with a yawn. “I stayed out with the guys for a little while.”
You contemplated this. “And what about yesterday when you returned home at midnight?”
“I don’t remember,” Minseok shrugged his shoulder simply.
Slowly, you started to realize that he was spending time with the other members after performances and that was the reason why the two of you only hung out when you were sleeping. You weren’t mad at him for spending time with his friends, but doing this every night when he was about to go on tour and wouldn’t see you for months was making you feel somewhat rejected.
And this feeling of rejection brought back a lot of negative memories from your childhood. You were never the main priority and suddenly feeling as if you’re not a priority for your long-time boyfriend, caused tears to well up in your eyes.
You turned your back to him as you tried to calm yourself down, not wanting to give in to the feeling, but not being able to control the tears that started to fall down your cheeks.
“Y/n?” Minseok’s concerned voice was suddenly heard from behind you. “What’s wrong? Are you crying?”
You couldn’t reply, afraid that if you did, a sob would escape your lips.
“Y/n, look at me,” he asked, sitting up on the bed and leaning forward to rest his head on your shoulder. “Is it because of me?”
You tried to shake your head but instead ended up taking a shaky breath, making Minseok even more scared. He was quick to catch up what was wrong as he knew you well enough to read your emotions almost better than you.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” he said, quickly getting up from the bed and walking around so he could see your face. “Please don’t cry. I realize I’ve been away from you for too long.”
“It’s o-okay,” you tried to tell him.
“It’s not okay, I’m really sorry,” Minseok disagreed. “I’m not leaving you. I’m taking you to the show with me tomorrow. I don’t want you to be alone.”
When Junmyeon returned from his fourth interview that day, you could tell that he was very tired and in a bad mood. Not wanting to start a fight with him, you chose to give him his space until he calmed down.
Soon though, he entered your shared bedroom by loudly slamming the door open. You flinched in your seat and turned around to look at him.
“Did we not agree that you’d do the grocery shopping today?” he asked with an annoyed expression.
“Oh! Shit, Junmyeon, I completely—”
“—forgot, yeah. How many times have you forgotten to do that this week? Three? Four?” he snapped.
“I’m sorry, I can go to the store right now if you want me to,” you tried to say.
“Don’t. I’ll do everything myself,” he said, turning around. “Like I always do.”
That last part of his sentence felt like a punch to the face. It was as if he’d subtly called you useless. Taken aback by this, you just sat there for a moment, feeling your hands slowly start to shake. He knew you were sensitive when it came to fighting and you couldn’t blame him for being tired and annoyed, but did he really have to take it out on you?
Suddenly, the door of the bedroom slammed open again. You got up from the chair, afraid he’d yell at you again.
“Where did I—” Junmyeon started but then stopped himself when he noticed the fearful tears in your eyes. “Are you crying? W-why are you crying?”
You looked down, not being able to look him in the eye. “I’m sorry I’m so useless.”
“Useless? Why would you—? Y/n, you’re not useless,” he said, reaching you in a few quick strides across the bedroom. “Did you think that because of what I said? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”
He wrapped his arms tightly around you before you could answer anything.
“You’re not useless,” he repeated again. “You’re the most important thing in the world to me.”
You’ve been scrolling down your Twitter timeline when you came across something that caught your eye. It was a tabloid article that claimed to have pictures of Yixing kissing another girl. Normally, you would have just ignored it and kept scrolling because you trusted your boyfriend, but this time you pressed on it. It was the third article about him cheating that you’ve seen in the past two days. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little concerned.
The article quoted a source that claimed Yixing has been seeing this girl for the past few weeks and that he really liked her. Your heart started to beat faster as you continued to read the article, despite the sensible part of your brain telling you that there was no way this was true.
And then, much to your surprise, you saw pictures of Yixing actually holding the hand of some girl you didn’t recognize. You could tell that the pictures were recent because of his outfit that you had helped him choose. You started to feel sick. All the other articles you read didn’t have any proof but this one seemingly did.
You couldn’t believe that after opening your heart again, even though every single person you’ve ever loved has left you alone, you were about to be hurt all over again.
Suddenly, the door of your apartment opened and you saw Yixing’s happy face.
“Ah, jagi, I’ve missed you so much!” he said, walking towards you to kiss you hello.
Affected by the article you just read, you turned your face, so his lips pressed on your cheek.
Yixing gave you a concerned look. “Is everything okay?”
“Uh, yeah,” you said, trying to hide the article on your laptop but your suspicious movement caught his eye and he turned his head, noticing the picture of him with a girl you had just seen.
He swallowed deeply and seemed to go a few shades paler at the sight of it. You took this as a sign that this was definitely serious and excused yourself.
Just as you stood up and tried to walk back to your bedroom so he wouldn’t see you cry, he grabbed your hand.
“Y/n, stop,” he said. “You know this is bullshit, right?”
“I don’t know anything,” you said, using your free hand to cover your face.
“What do you mean? You know I love you!” Yixing said, trying to pull you closer. “That’s Chanyeol’s sister. She was getting out of a car and I was trying to be nice and help her, so I took her hand. Are you listening to me? It doesn’t mean anything.”
“This isn’t th-the first time I’m reading an article l-like this,” you told him through quiet sobs.
“Why are you even reading—Y/n, listen to me,” Yixing looked somewhat annoyed but he kept his composure because he saw you were hurting. “None of these articles mean anything. They’re just trying to cause rumours. I would never leave you for anyone. Never. Don’t forget that.”
This was one of the busiest weeks of your life. You had three exams in the course of five days and you spent all of your time studying. So, when Baekhyun came over to your apartment, he wasn’t surprised to see you surrounded by books and notes, as you were getting ready for your last exam of the week.
“Hi, baby,” he announced himself, hoping you’ll stop studying for a moment now that he’s here.
You simply nodded in acknowledgment and continued to highlight the important paragraph of the chapter you were reading.
“Can you take a break?” Baekhyun asked, a little surprised that you didn’t bother to even look at him.
“Not right now,” you answered. “I still have three chapters of this book to get through.”
“Okay… but you do realize that I’m leaving for tour in, like, a week?” Baekhyun continued. “I won’t see you for months.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” you said, still not raising your head. “I’m just really busy this week.”
“Right,” Baekhyun said, suddenly feeling angry at this rejection. “Okay. I’m leaving then.”
“You could come back a little later,” you suggested hopefully. “I’ll probably be done in a few hours.”
“I’m not sure I’ll want to,” Baekhyun answered and was about to open the door of the apartment when he heard you shut your book.
When he turned around, he saw you stare at him with wide eyes, fear evident in them even though he was across the entire apartment from you.
“You won’t want to?” you asked quietly, your heart hammering in your chest. The irrational fear of another person leaving you and never coming back slowly creeping into your brain.
Baekhyun’s stomach dropped at the sight of your distressed face. He sprinted across the apartment to be closer to you.
“No, no, I’m sorry I said that,” he apologized immediately. “I just want your attention, I didn’t mean to say that, I’m sorry. I-I’ll take a nap while you study, okay? I’ll be right here when you’re done.”
Neither one of you could even remember what the fight was about, although you were sure that it started out as a small argument and then escalated within a few seconds. You tried to keep your posture but you already felt close to tears as Chen snapped back at you in a raised voice.
“Jongdae, you need to—”
“Don’t tell me what I need to do!” he yelled, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation.
This sudden movement caused you to flinch involuntarily and take a careful step back as the tears, that were threatening to come, finally broke free, along with the memories of never being good enough. Of never being loved enough.
It took Jongdae a moment to realize that you had started to cry quietly, since he had his back turned to you and was breathing heavily. When he finally turned around, he had already opened his mouth to yell, but his voice got caught in his throat as he saw how fragile you looked.
You had your arms wrapped around yourself with your face turned to the side so you wouldn’t be looking at him, with tears streaming down your cheeks.
“Oh my God, Y/n,” Jongdae whispered, finally realizing that his unnecessary fight and every single argument was cutting your heart into small pieces. “I’m sorry. I take everything I said back. Let’s forget this day ever happened, okay? Please don’t cry.”
Carefully, he wrapped his arms around you, wanting to see if you’d push him away but you didn’t. You couldn’t. You let him hug you as tightly as he was able to.
“I love you so much,” he was whispering now. “I’m never fighting with you again, I promise. I can’t stand to watch you cry.”
Chanyeol had locked himself inside of his room, working on a song. You decided not to bother him and only knocked on his door to bring him food and ask him if he’d like to do something. He always said no, cutting you off. So, when he finally exited his room at 11pm, you suddenly got very happy to finally see him again.
“Have you finished the song?” you asked excitedly.
“No,” he replied shortly as he made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
“I could have brought you water,” you tried to say helpfully. He ignored you as he turned the tap on.
You swallowed, not knowing how to keep the conversation going.
“So… how come this song is taking this long?” you asked slowly, not wanting to offend him, and just wondering when were you going to get your boyfriend back.
“Because I can’t get it right,” Chanyeol began ranting as he turned the tap off. “Because the song is the stupidest thing ever.”
“Maybe you should take a break,” you offered as you noticed that his stress was getting the best of him.
He placed the glass down on the counter.
“I can’t take a break! I’ve told you this over twenty times already,” he snapped and turned around to face you, not realizing how menacing he looked when he was towering over you with an angry expression.
You took a step back, feeling anxiety pool in your stomach. A sudden feeling of déjà vu overcame you as your mind traveled back to all of the times you’ve been downgraded and put down by your own family.
You looked down, nodding simply, suddenly very afraid of what Chanyeol was going to say or do next.
“Y/n… are you okay?” he asked, surprising you slightly.
“I was being an asshole, wasn’t I?” he said, realizing. “I’m sorry. I’m really tired. I don’t know why I snapped at you like that. I’m sorry, Y/n, please don’t feel bad.”
You nodded again, trying to recover and get rid of the anxious thoughts racing in your head.
“I love you,” Chanyeol said, hopefully.
You couldn’t reply right away and Chanyeol panicked mildly, running towards you. He lifted your chin, so your eyes met, and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“I’m not going back to work until you smile,” he told you. “And tell me that you love me even if I’m being a pain in your ass.”
You laughed at this, making him smile softly.
“That’s my girl,” he said softly. “I really am sorry, Y/n.”
You and Kyungsoo have been in a relationship for almost a year, and you haven’t gotten into a fight once. Your personalities completed each other so well that you never disagreed about anything. Which is why it was a shock to you both when you found yourselves arguing about the future of your relationship.
“I’m just afraid,” you told him when for the twentieth time he insisted it was time to confirm your relationship in public. “I don’t want people to start hating on me. I don’t want to be in the spotlight.”
“Well, I don’t want to keep you a secret,” he shot back. “We’ve been together for so long. I’m sick of lying and saying that I’m single.”
“Why does it matter?” you asked. “A relationship is between two people. Why do we have to make it a worldwide issue?”
“A worldwide issue?” Kyungsoo raised his eyebrows, laughing humourlessly. “Since when is our relationship an issue?”
“It’s not… you know what I mean,” you sighed.
“No,” Kyungsoo countered. “I don’t know what you mean. And I don’t know why the fuck you’re being so difficult.”
All air had suddenly gone out of your lungs. You’ve had heard these words said to you before. You never wanted to hear it again, as even the memory alone was enough to bring you to the verge of tears.
Kyungsoo heard you take in a shaky breath and all of his anger disappeared the moment he realized what he had said to you.
“Oh my God, no, no, no,” he muttered, coming forward to take your hand and kiss it. “I must have gone crazy for a moment to actually say what I said to you. I don’t mean that. You’re not difficult. You’re the love of my life.”
You’ve seen him get jealous before. His jealousy usually showed itself in the form of insecurity, making him clingy and needy for your attention. This time, however, it was a completely different story.
“Have you seen what people are saying?” he shouted. “They’ve been tweeting me for the past two days about how you were seen hugging some guy. There are even pictures to prove it!”
“He’s one of my good friends, I’ve already told you this,” you tried to explain.
“Right. And you just so happen to hug him right in front of the cameras, yeah?” he pushed. “Multiple times. In different locations.”
“I hugged him when I said hi,” you tried to stay calm. “And then when we were saying goodbye. That’s two times, Jongin.”
“And that’s two times too many!” he insisted, not realizing how childish that sounded. “How do you think it makes me feel when I’m away and all I can think about is my girlfriend hanging out with some guy?”
“For the tenth time, he’s my friend.”
“That’s not what it fucking looks like!” Jongin shouted, losing his patience completely, and angrily hitting his fist on the counter in front of him.
You jumped back after this, looking at him with horrified eyes. His sudden violent outburst was new. Unfortunately, this was not the first time you’ve seen someone lose control in front of you.
Suddenly overcome with fear, you took a few more steps back, further away from him, despite knowing very well that Jongin would never hurt you.
He realized he’d stepped over the line immediately, running a hand through his hair.
“I’m sorry,” he said, not daring to come closer to you. “I shouldn’t have… Y/n, I promise you, this it the last time you see me lose control like that, okay?”
You stayed quiet, not knowing what to reply, but also not knowing if you’d be able to talk even if you did have what to say.
“I would never hurt you. You know that right?” he asked quietly. You managed to nod. “Okay. Good. Can I hug you? Please?”
You nodded again. He walked out of the kitchen and towards you, wrapping his arms around your body tightly, letting you know how much he loved you not in words but with actions.
You were just teasing him, trying to get him to smile after he’d had a long day. However, he misunderstood something you said and got offended.
“Wow,” he scoffed, standing up from the couch where the two of you have been cuddling. “Is that really what you think of me?”
“Sehun, no. I was kidding,” you said, not smiling anymore.
“Well, it’s not very funny,” he said, walking out of the room.
“Okay, I realize that now—” you started to say, following him out of the room.
“You realize that too late,” he cut you off angrily, without stopping.
“Let me apolog—”
“Your apologies don’t mean shit!” Sehun yelled, stopping in the hallway and turning to face you.
You were taken aback by this. He was never one to scold you and you knew it must have been the stress, but it still forced you to remember all of those times you couldn’t please your family. All of those times they yelled at you for doing the smallest thing wrong.
You thought you’d left them behind, but Sehun’s outburst brought all of it back.
You nodded and turned around, deciding that maybe it’d be better if the two of you took a time-out. But you didn’t get very far because Sehun caught up to you and blocked your way.
“Wait, I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”
“It’s fine. It’s my fault,” you said automatically.
A pained expression settled on Sehun’s face as the words left your lips.
“It’s not,” he said softly. “You apologized. I didn’t listen. It’s my fault and I’m sorry.”
You dared to look up at him. “I really didn’t mean what I said.”
“I know,” he nodded, extending his arms so he could embrace you. “Let’s go back to doing what we’re so good at.”
“Which is what?” you asked as you entered his arms, allowing him to hug you.
“Cuddling,” he answered. “And being so in love it’s disgusting.”
If someone had come up to you and told you would be
standing in front of that one person who dearly changed the way you saw things and
made you stronger without being next to you physically, you would have laughed
at them. But right now, all you could do, was steady your breathing and stop
tightening your grip on your friend’s hand who had accompanied you to the Meet
& Greet of your favourite artist; Harry Styles. It was finally time your
dream had come true. And you were more than lucky that you had someone to be
with you because you were sure you wouldn’t make it out alive all by yourself.
The line was shortening and the knot in your stomach
was growing indescribably fast. You had prepared yourself before you started
getting ready; you had even practiced what you were going to tell him in front
of your mirror for when he would finally be in front of you! But nothing
compared to the anxiousness that was overcoming your whole system; nothing
compared to the million tiny butterflies that were swirling inside your heart.
You swore you were going to burst from the love you had been saving for that
Many people claimed that you can’t love someone you
never met before that much. You were ready to challenge them though. Harry was
your safe place. It feels weird that you refer to Harry as a place when he
clearly is a human being! But that is how you felt. Through his music, he was
there when you were feeling blue and you felt like no one was there to help or
brighten your day. When pictures of him smiling bright like the sun were
posted, your lips would form a smile that you had no idea where it came from.
But you were totally content with it.
Let’s not talk about the messages he tried to get
across to the world. His priorities were love, kindness and acceptability in a
world where people were facing their own problems which made them cold to
others and most of the times violent. He was the shining exception. You were
proud that you could call him your idol and you were proud that the world still
possessed such people. Not many people felt the same, and you kept wondering
how they could function like that.
Without realizing, you were standing behind one last
girl who was hugging Harry and after her it was your turn. You could literally
sense that you would try to talk to him but no words would come out, thus
making a fool of yourself in front of the one person you wanted to impress.
Dizziness was starting to make itself present but you couldn’t have it. Today
was the day you had been dreaming of for God knows how long and nothing or no
one was going to spoil it.
And just like that, you were standing in front of
Harry. The person who was smiling up at you and was welcoming you in his arms.
You expected to jump in his embrace but you feet stayed glued to the ground, not
really comprehending what was happening in front of your eyes. Your friend
shook your hand gently and pushed you forward a bit to start walking to Harry’s
place. It was like you forgot how to walk, how to breathe, how to talk. And you
had persuaded yourself not to let this happen when you left your place.
“Aren’t yeh gonna give meh a hug love?”, Harry’s voice
spoke to you and it was literally like an angel was speaking. You knew Harry’s
voice was angelic but that was completely beyond your imagination. Your feet decided
to move forward and let his arms engulf you while your head met his chest. His
heartbeat was heard and it was the most relaxing sound in the whole wide world.
It was enough to make all your worries fade away and welcome the sunshine. Your
dizziness and anxiousness were crumbling down and nothing could harm you. It
was indeed a safe place.
When it was time to pull apart, Harry proceeded to
sign a picture of him you had brought with you and his vinyl of course. He was
radiating tranquility and peace and you found yourself wondering how one individual
could be so bright; so full of love; so full of peace.
“Did yeh have a good time at meh show?”, Harry’s eyes
averted to you and your breath hitched to your throat. He was trying to make
small talk with you and you were more than willing to participate.
“Ye- yes! I don’t know how you are doing it, but your
energy transfers to everyone. I guarantee you that!”, you answered and cursed
at yourself for stuttering. Harry chuckled at your shyness and he raised his
“Is that a bad or a good thin’?”, he curiously
wondered, handing you your now signed picture and vinyl and you smiled.
“Of course it is! You don’t find someone who can make
people that happy everyday”, you looked at your hands and Harry hugged you again.
“I am so glad I make yeh feel like that. And I am also
glad that people enjoy what I try to put out in the world as much as I do”, he
said through the hug and you closed your eyes, letting the moment sink in. He
was undeniably the most sincere person anyone could ask for.
The moment was ruined by one of his guards who
signaled that time was up. You two parted and a frown crept up on your face.
The time spent between you two was so little or it passed by so quickly that
you craved for more. How could you get enough of Harry though? He was
magnetizing without really trying. An idea made its way into your head and
since you didn’t have much time, you voiced it without hesitation.
“I don’t know if you usually do this but I was
wondering if you wanted to grab a cup of coffee sometime. I know you are
extremely busy and I will totally understand if you are unavailable. It was
just a thought”, you said all in once and you took a sharp breath. Deep down
you knew the answer and you didn’t want to hear it from Harry himself so when
you heard his answer you moved your head from side to side, as if not heard
well. You even asked him to repeat what he said.
“Since this was meh last show, I guess I can meet up
with yeh”, he repeated smirking slightly and your insides were doing flips.
Harry had just accepted your invitation for coffee. Due to your surprise, you
only made out that he would send you a message on Twitter to arrange the
details of your meeting. After giving him your Twitter name, you hugged him one
last time before making your way to your friend who was screaming inside because
of what had just taken place in the small room.
“I know. I know!”, you screeched when you made it out
of the building, getting into the car, not doing your best at controlling your
emotions. How could you though? What had just happened you only read about in
Days kept coming and going and your messages’ section
in Twitter remained blank from a message sent by Harry. Maybe he was busy with
meetings and arrangements for his upcoming shows and he lost track of time. He
was one of those people who wanted everything to be organized an in order after
all. He also had a family who he needed to check up on and spend some time as
well. Besides, you had no right to be selfish. They were his shelter from all
the craziness his job was giving him.
On the other hand though, insecurities had started
creeping up on you and as much as you tried to shut those voices down, you were
unable to. You were just one of the million fans who cherished and appreciated
him too and there was nothing special about him meeting you. Yes, he was one of
the nicest and kindest people but that didn’t stop him for saying no to
whomever he felt the need to say that. He only agreed to meet up with you
exactly because he didn’t want to hurt you by saying no to your face.
You had discussed this issue with your friend, the one
who had escorted you to Harry’s show and the one who insisted on going shopping
for your “date” with Harry, and she was more willing to give Harry some space
and a chance.
“Give the poor boy a break Y/N. He will come around,
don’t worry too much”, is what she would always provide you with.
At this point, you thanked your school for keeping you
busy with some homework and numerous projects. It was your only source of
distraction, not really letting your brain drift back to Harry and his
inactiveness towards you. It was the only thing keeping you sane. You were
acting like a needy girlfriend, but you really wanted to believe that what
Harry had said back then was truly going to happen.
Even though you had a lot on your plate and didn’t
have the luxury to think about anything else apart from your schoolwork, your
fingers still pressed the Twitter icon on your home screen. But you were left
with that same pang of pain in your heart as any other time you had refreshed
your account for new notifications and messages.
That was until today. You were gathering your
belongings from on top of your desk and you were ready to exit the building
which saw your face five days out of the seven the week had to offer, when you
spotted a black car in the school’s parking lot. You were sure it reminded you
of something, but not wanting to disturb the owner of the vehicle, you kept
hitting the concrete floor with your worn out shoes.
The black car was not done with you though. It started
following you and worry flooded your mind. You abruptly stopped to check what
the car would do and your suspicions were proven correct when it stopped too.
What you didn’t expect though, was for the driver to get out of the car and
walk towards you. And you surely didn’t expect that the driver was Harry.
“Wha- what are you doing here? How did you know my
school?”, you asked, not believing your own eyes.
“Well, it is the only school I know of and I prayed
yeh were a student there because I wanted to make up fo’ the message I never
sent”, he said and your cheeks screamed crimson red. Yes, he didn’t send a
message but this was ten times better than a text.
“Is it now?”, he said smirking and you gasped.
“Did I say that out loud?”, you asked, hiding your
face in your hands.
“Don’t worry about it. Now how about that coffee?”,
Harry said, signaling for you to climb in the car and go spend your afternoon
together. The ride to the local café was something usual but unique at the same
time. Harry made sure you were comfortable, always eager to know more about you
and make your cheeks turn a deep red colour everyone could visibly see.
At the café, and after taking back your orders, Harry
made his way to an empty booth when you gently grabbed his arm to stop him from
“Is everythin’ alright Y/N?”, he wondered, worry
written all across his features.
“More than alright actually, but I had a better option
than a lonely booth”, you explained and Harry urged you to go on.
“Follow me if you’d like”, you said and Harry did just
that. You weren’t one who sat for something ordinary and Harry could already
see that. He liked that you always had something on your mind and he wanted to
“Are yeh takin’ meh anywhere specific?”, he said and
“Of course. What did you think? I am taking you to a
place I really love actually”, you beamed and Harry kept following your lead.
“Let’s see then”, he commented and you kept walking.
Truth is, you never brought many people to that place but something inside you
wanted Harry to know where you let all of your frustration out. Where you truly
felt like yourself and you sincerely didn’t care what other people were doing.
Since you were little, you knew that almost every single person had a place
like that; a place when they wanted to be by themselves and they deeply liked
it. For some that place could be the sea, the local bar, the park. But for you
it was the small forest.
You were always fascinated by nature. How natural
everything seemed and at ease. The birds chirping and flying away like there
was not a single problem that could keep them back. The leaves of the trees
adjusting to the weather conditions each season carried with it and still
managing to look majestic. Sometimes, you related to all those simple changes.
When you were in the forest, you too felt like a small bird who all it wanted
to do was fly away just for a few minutes and see something different.
“This is it. The place I am constantly at. I bet it gets
boring for it seeing me here every now and then”, you awkwardly laughed at your
statement and turned to look at Harry who was captivated by the variety of
flowers sprawled in front of his eyes. Maybe he could also see and feel what
the forest hid amongst its vast extent.
“You like it?”, you asked once again and Harry looked
“It is beautiful. It really is. It is the first time I
meet someone who enjoys bein’ in a forest. Wow”, he said, looking deep into
your eyes which were filled with admiration for the area around you but for the
person in front of you as well.
“So, tell meh.. How comes a girl like yeh love the
forest?”, he said sipping the last drops of coffee remaining in his cup. You
both felt like exploring the woods and you combined it with discovering new
things about each other. It was pleasant talking with Harry about things you
had never discussed with anyone else. He also found it endearing that you were
a girl with different interests and likings, ready to find out more.
Your walk in the forest was enlightening for both of
you but it had to come to an end when the sun had set and darkness started to
fill the area. Harry offered to take you back to your place since it was
dangerous walking all alone in London at such an hour. You thanked him of
course and you guided him to your house. Not even for a minute did you feel
pressured or bored to talk to Harry and it seemed like he couldn’t stop running
his mouth as well. It was the first time he had so many things to say with a
person he didn’t even know existed some days prior.
“Thank you for today Harry. I had a lovely time”, you
said unlocking the door of your apartment and stuffing your hands in your
“I thank yeh Y/N for tonight. We should do it again
yeah?”, he said and gently kissed your cheek goodnight, before he waved back at
you and climbed in his car.
Since that day, messages were exchanged between the
two of you and the walks to the forest had turned to a habit by now. Harry
wasn’t just a well-known artist loved by many. He had a marvelous mind which
never wanted to stay inactive. He always wanted to think and learn things. In
this case, learn about you. He learnt that you adored spending the cold nights
of winter under the blanket you had by your side since you were second grade watching
reruns of rom-coms. When he first found out, he kept repeating that verse of
“Woman” to which you would throw a pillow in his face. He also found out that
you preferred staying in to insanely clubbing. You had also mentioned how bad
you loved having movie nights.
That’s why he had established movie nights in his
house almost every day. And today was one of those days. You were carrying two
bags with chips, pizza, ice cream, jellies and cupcakes, which you placed on
top of the coffee table.
“Which one today?”, you asked, referring to the movie
you were going to watch tonight.
“Actually Y/N, I need to let yeh know somethin’”,
Harry started and you sat on the couch, ready to listen to whatever he had to
“Okay. I am listening”, you said, sitting cross-legged.
“In two days, I need to be back on the road fo’ the
European leg of meh tour, which means we will not be seein’ each other as
often”, he elaborated and your heart clenched. Yes, you knew Harry had a tour
still unfinished but you thought you had more time for him to get back on
track. Letting him down and making him feel bad was not in your plans, so you
smiled brightly and hugged him.
“Don’t worry Harry. We have Skype, we will call each
other daily and you can even message me. I allow you to”, you joked and he
hugged you back.
“I know Y/N, but it won’t be the same yeh know? So
that is why I thought before I leave…”, he said searching behind his back for
two pieces of paper. When he found them, he showed them to you and you almost
fainted. Right in front of you, were two tickets for Ed Sheeran’s concert in
“You did not!”, you covered your mouth with your hands
and started hyperventilating.
“I did too”, Harry said, smiling at your state and
moving the tickets in front of your face.
“I know how much yeh love Ed, sometimes I am jealous
just so yeh know, and so I couldn’t leave like that. The concert is tomorrow. What
do yeh say?”, he said and you jumped in his arms.
“Ten times yes, are you serious?”, he hugged you back
and tightened his grip around you. Truth be told, he loved those hugs of yours.
The ones in which he could nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck and your
shampoo would fill his senses, instantly making him feel peaceful. He gently
parted from the hug and held you close.
“Oh and Y/N?”, he asked.
“Yes?”, you looked up at him.
“Don’t take Ed to the woods too. It is only meh who
has this privilege.”
Look who updated! How are you all doing? I am kinda dead from schoolwork but I couldn’t stay away from writing. I wanna apologise to @meanwhilekissme for taking so long to write this and I also want to say a big thank you for trusting me with this request! I truly hope you enjoyed reading! Reminder that my requests are open and if you wanna see something posted, hit my inbox! Have a nice day/night loves!
Ok. I’m SO tired of this. Recently, I saw this kind of things a lot of times on Twitter :
I think most of you are aware, but I must say it : this is a lie.
I REPEAT : THIS IS A PURE LIE.
Please, don’t just believe things like that. Please, don’t fall for fake scary news about what is happening everywhere in the world, without check it seriously.
First of all, THERE ISN’T NO-GO ZONES IN FRANCE. In 2015 when the Charlie Hebdo attack happened, Fox news said there were zones non-muslim people couldn’t even enter, and where this is a civil war. Of course this is a lie, and the map of this guy is like, totally random
I mean, really, absolutely random.
THIS. IS. A LIE.
I’m so mad that this thing is still on the internet. Apparently, there are still people who believe this. I don’t even know how to say it : please don’t believe the bullshit only said to make you afraid…
What is actually currently happening in France : there are protest marchs in Paris against racism, and to support Théo, a young black man who has been raped by cops. (yep. disgusting. and people are angry, they march to protest. I mean, I don’t see anything wring with this. Pamela Geller talks about this in her article, but this has nothing in common with the “no-go zones” that don’t even exist.)
Plus, after checking quicly Pamela Geller’s page, I think she just tell lies after lies for the sake of islamophobia. But apparently, according to the comments, people actually believe her ?????
^ This one is made up out of nothing. lies again.
Please don’t fall for this.
Please, PLEASE, don’t fall for this shit.
(a last example and I stop. Sorry I only speak about France because it’s what I know best, since I live here…)
- An guy did try to attack soldiers with a machete. He was shot and apprehended.
- Tourists were “locked down” by the soldiers for security reasons, not because they were ostages or something.
- France isn’t on edge. People barely talked about this.
MEANWHILE, HE DIDN’T SPEAK ABOUT THE ACTUAL ATTACK IN QUEBEC, WHERE SIX MUSLIM PEOPLE DIED.
I hate reading comments in English on social media who believe all of this. I hate reading comments that either hate us, pity us, saying : “these countries host refugees and see how they are rewarded !!!”. Because it’s nothing like you think.
Yes, true, some refugees are taken care of, in a way ? And most of them are still living a nightmare here. I mean. In Paris, for example, authorities have forbidden people to give them anything to eat near the humanitarian center. They put rocks on the ground where they used to sleep. They confiscated their blankets.
Please, I’m begging here. I’m talking to all American people : stop falling for the bullshit they say about us to make you afraid. Please don’t believe we’re a generous contry for refugees (no). Please don’t make an example of us (or an excuse) to be cruel towards refugees. Please don’t use attacks that happened here to hate innocent muslim people.
So a dudebro on Twitter said Reylo would be the worst thing, and I said that was his opinion, not fact. His reply consisted of repeating everything I said in his own trite asshole way, saying that Reylo being good is just MY opinion. And so I said “I’m an older fan, I will give these people the courtesy of not judging their film before I see it.” And he replied saying “I’m an older fan and I respect all opinions, stop being so defensive and just enjoy the discussion” and I’m like… um, WHAT?!?! OBVIOUSLY YOU DON’T RESPECT ALL OPINIONS?!?!?“
It’s just so disheartening to be treated so rudely by stubborn men who literally have zero idea what they’re going to see in regards to Reylo and how they’re truly going to feel about it. All the while ripping on a very talented writer/director and crew who worked on this film on the basis of "EEWW, ROMANCE, NOOO!!!1!1!!!1”… like all I said was stop being so negative and wait for the movie, dude. Chill the fuck out and stop treating fellow fans like garbage. So tired of it -_-
a thread i just made on twitter where i vent a little bit about why i’ve been so nervous to actually move forward with 1989nk
i figure i’d just post it here like this instead of repeating what i said in text form
i have so many fears with how 1989nk will be received. i’m terrified of people misconstruing my intentions with it. (mostly the part about me being a canadian making an appreciation/depiction of japan and the people and culture, and a love letter to their classic media. i dont want anyone to think its anything but mindful and respectful and i want to SHARE it with them, not appropriate it.)
there are other things too, like people calling out the fact that the characters have aspects inspired by others as if i’m a big fraud/copycat, etc.
should i be admitting my insecurities like this? probably not but i feel like sharing this with you guys will let you know that i’m just a guy who went through this shit as an artist already. somehow i came out alive. lmao
Prompt: rewind a bit to before Negative Nancy came out and have Adore be nervous about whether or not the fans would like it and Bianca comes over at like 1AM to comfort her cause Adore is freaking out
I know this is super long for a prompt but I just couldn’t help myself! I go a little off track but I hope that it’s still what you were looking for anon. Enjoy! 💕
Bro jake Dillinger is definitely an outdated memer and has to rely on rich to keep him up to date on the newest memes R- you know I had to do it to em *folds hands* J- ???¿? R- *folds hands* you know I had to do it to em is a meme in which a twitter user posted a picture of himself in this position with the caption You know I had to do it to em. R- now repeat what I just said back to me.
this is the funniest thing ive read in my entire life
Ana Lily Amirpour Responds to Racism Charges — But Won’t Apologize For Making You Uncomfortable
Ana Lily Amirpour seems like the ultimate counterpunch to Hollywood’s diversity problem. She’s an Iranian woman director raised in America, directing inventive genre movies with an anarchic sensibility all her own. While much of the country celebrated the feminist leanings of “Wonder Woman,” Amirpour had already finished “The Bad Batch,” her horror-sci-fi-western hybrid about a dystopian world in which a young woman battles cannibals in a desolate wasteland. The movie, which premiered at the festivals last fall, confirmed Amirpour’s capacity for exploring marginalized figures through the empowering lens of ferocious female characters first seen in her acclaimed debut, “A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night.”
Which was why, eight months into her promotional tour for “The Bad Batch,” Amirpour was astonished to find herself accused of racism. During a post-screening Q&A for “The Bad Batch” in Chicago, Amirpour was confronted by a woman named Bianca Xiunse, who demanded to know why all the black characters in the movie were killed.
The complaint appeared to be a reaction to one scene in particular. In the film, which is set in a near future in which prisoners are unleashed into a lawless desert, Arlen (Suki Waterhouse) comes upon one of the cannibals who had kidnapped and mutilated her in the opening minutes.
Now armless, Arlen confronts Maria (Yolonda Ross), the wife of Cuban cannibal Miami Man (Jason Momoa), along with her young daughter. Arlen shoots Maria, but spares the child; later, Miami Man tracks Arlen down to exact revenge, but the pair end up falling in love as they face down a much scarier threat — a stone-faced tyrant named The Dream (Keanu Reeves), who lords over the nearby town of Comfort with an iron grip.
While one reading of “The Bad Batch” would find two outcasts (a one-armed woman and a vilified immigrant) joining forces to take down an evil white man, Xiunse wanted to know why Amirpour felt it was necessary for the black characters to perish.
“I found it offensive,” she said. “So I’m curious, what was your message for it?”
In video of the moment, Amirpour cocks her head, seemingly baffled by the response, and asks the moderator to repeat the question. (As she would later explain, the filmmaker is 30 percent deaf.) Finally, she offered a succinct response. “Just because I give you something to look at, doesn’t mean I’m telling you what to see.”
The audience cheered, and Xiunse turned to Twitter to further vent her frustrations. “I have never felt such an embarrassment in my life,” she wrote. Later that night, Amirpour checked her social media account, saw the complaints, and blocked Xiunse; when Xiunse called her out, Amirpour wrote, “How am I supposed to respond you calling my film anti black? It’s so crazy. It offended me. So I blocked you.”
So began a social media storm of vitriol on both sides, with Amirpour’s fans leaping to her defense and others lashing out against her; Xiunse herself even did an interview about the experience. Amirpour acknowledged that she reacted too quickly on Twitter, which she has since deleted from her phone, but she’s still aghast about the experience as a whole.
“I’m a brown woman immigrant, my family escaped the Iranian Revolution, I grew up on two continents, English wasn’t the first language in my home,” she said over lunch in New York a few days before the film’s release. “I know what it is to be the ‘other’ very, very well. My film and my filmmaking is all about asking questions about how the system pits us against each other. If anything, this movie is about how we are eating each other. It’s fine, I get it, some people don’t see those things or ask those questions. Cinema is a private, personal experience for individual. But this felt personal against me.”
She was also astonished about the complaints regarding the color of the character’s skin. “Why wouldn’t he be married to a black woman? Jason Momoa is married to a black woman. It’s how I see the world — it’s a modern relationship,” she said. “They have a mixed-race child. She’s the future, in this wonderful way.”
But Amirpour didn’t have the opportunity for that nuanced reaction at the time, and then came the second wave: Internet forums picked up on an old photo posted to social media in which Amirpour dressed up as Lil Wayne for Halloween. If she had been a white person wearing blackface, that would have been ever tougher to wriggle away from — but Amirpour’s not about to apologize for that one, either.
“What could I do?” She asks. “I feel nothing but joy about the fact that I dressed up like Lil Wayne for Halloween. I’m brown. I didn’t do anything wrong. That’s what I look like when I put my hat on and tattoos on my face. I love Weezy. I just have to believe in myself, that I’m a good person, having fun on planet Earth like anyone else.”
Amirpour’s experience may not permanently tarnish her reputation, but it’s indicative of a single-minded director who has been gradually forced to deal with the challenges associated with a rising profile. The last two years of her career were all about forward momentum, with support systems to sustain her vision on her own terms.
When she came to Sundance with “A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night” in 2014, she had no agent, and insisted on controlling every facet of her film — including its distribution deal, which she decided to avoid closing until after the festival. “I was going off instinct, but my instinct was, if you want to fuck me now, you have to want to fuck me four months from now,” she said. (The movie eventually sold to Kino Lorber, well after it opened New Directors/New Films in New York that March.) In the meantime, she had started writing “The Bad Batch,” and after Sundance she was approached by Vice creative director Danny Gabai. From there, a wealth of new resources came her way.
Next page: The creative wisdom of taking acid at Burning Man.
The plan had been to drive back to the apartment separately, and by the time Neil fights his way free of the stadium the Maserati is long gone. The second Neil shuts the door of the A5 behind himself he’s dialling Andrew’s number.
The first time it cuts directly to Andrew’s answer phone, which is still the factory-set robot. The same thing happens the second time.
The third time, it rings. On the second, Andrew answers just long enough to snarl, “fuck off,” before he hangs up.
i'm actually the anon who asked you about Kou!! (@hayatoshinkai on twitter) and i wanted to know what you think a good summary of Kou's personality is? I have some ideas, but how exactly would you describe him? I do enjoy hearing your ideas of course!! c:
Given that all the Diabolik Lovers love interests are fairly complex, I don’t think I can summarize Kou’s personality in a concise way but I’ll do my best! Sorry if I repeat some of the stuff I said on Twitter before, haha.
Same anon as before ... I apologize if I am bothering you but I have kept away from all renewal talks until this whole JMo twitter thing exploded on my dash .. i know it's tedious to talk about this topic .. you can choose to ignore my question .. but just because I have never read that JMo mentioned contract negotiations, would you mind elaborating on when she talked about it? I just love Emma too much and I don't know if I would continue watching the show without her!
It’s okay, it’s far better to talk about this kind of question than repeated asking what I think will happen. So in January she said this during a podcast interivew:
“My contract ends in April on Once Upon a Time. I don’t know what that means. They haven’t picked up the show officially yet. They might, they might not. […] April is the end of the original contract. So we’re just kind of waiting now to see if the network decides to continue with the show and if they do continue with the show if they are going to rework it to be something else or if they’re going to invite people to stay. So we’re kind of in a holding pattern right now. It’s really complicated. I have a really fierce loyalty to the show in a certain way. I’m fiercely protective of the character and I feel like so many amazing things have come to my life because of it. It’s really made my life better in so many ways and I don’t have any interest in abandoning something that is such a special part of my life. But I also know that I don’t have it in me to do it forever. It’s more about a life decision kind of thing. I don’t even know how to make that life decision until I know what ABC even wants. How is that for some political correctness.”
There were a few mentions in reliable press that they were negotiating with her, Robert, Colin and Lana… though the Colin and Lana negotiations seemed to have settled quickly because Colin hasn’t been mentioned again in such things and Lana recently filmed promotion for next season. Robert is still an unknown but there are fairly persistent and consistent rumors that he is leaving from people who are in the know. Ginny and Josh had pretty public goodbye send offs and one or both of them told some paparazzi in Vancouver that they were leaving the show.
Jen spoke during private meet and greets about frustrations during negotiations at the Vancouver con at the end of April though I’m under the impression from people in the room that those frustrations whatever they were, are over, so whatever was being talked about has finished.
A thing about the twitter locations: About the time that Lana and Bex removed Vancouver from their locations there was a visible increase in security around Lana on locations. Someone who believes themselves to be her fan has stepped over a few lines (no I am not going to explain) and I wouldn’t be surprised if the production considers them a stalker. Similarly several members of the cast have been openly frustrated by fans showing up at airports (particularly in Vancouver but not strictly) when they are traveling. I don’t mean people who run into them while traveling but rather people going there to wait for autographs and pictures. I suspect the removal of Vancouver from multiple cast member’s twitter profiles was some attempt to limit how easily the actor’s location is to track by their social media use.
The twitter pic of s4 filming. Can you tell what it is? I just see sams head.
I think it might be the scene when they burried Gavin Hayes’s body:
“We’ll bury him ourselves,” he said. “Fergus, will ye be stepping into the stable yonder and see can ye buy a spade verra cheap?”
The short journey to the church through the quiet streets of Charleston was somewhat less dignified than the usual funeral cortege, marked as it was by Duncan’s insistence on repeating the more interesting portions of his lament as a processional.
Jamie drove slowly, shouting occasional encouragement to the horses; Duncan staggered beside the team, chanting hoarsely and clutching one animal by its headstall, while Ian held the other to prevent bolting.
Fergus and I brought up the rear in staid respectability, Fergus holding his newly purchased shovel at port-arms, and muttering dire predictions as to the likelihood of us all spending the night in gaol for disturbing the peace of Charleston.
As it was, the church stood by itself in a quiet street, some distance from the nearest house. This was all to the good, in terms of avoiding notice, but it did mean that the churchyard was dauntingly dark, with no glow of torch or candle to pierce the blackness.
Great magnolia trees overhung the gate, leathery leaves drooping in the heat, and a border of pines, meant to provide shade and respite in the day, served at night to block all traces of moon and starlight, leaving the churchyard itself black as a…well, as a crypt.
Walking through the air felt like pushing aside curtains of black velvet, perfumed with an incense of turpentine from the sun-heated pines; endless layers of soft, pungent smothering.
Nothing could have been farther from the cold purity of the Highlands than this stifling southern atmosphere. Still, faint patches of mist hung under the dark brick walls, and I could have wished not to recall Jamie’s story of the tannasq quite so vividly.
“We’ll find a place. Do you stay and hold the horses, Duncan.”
Jamie slid down from the wagon’s seat and took me by the arm.
“We’ll find a nice wee spot by the wall, perhaps,” he said, guiding me toward the gate. “Ian and I will dig while you hold the light, and Fergus can stand guard.”
“What about Duncan?” I asked, with a backward glance. “Will he be all right?” The Scotsman was invisible, his tall, lanky form having faded into the larger blot comprising horses and wagon, but he was still clearly audible.
“He’ll be chief mourner,” Jamie said, with a hint of a smile in his voice. “Mind your head, Sassenach.” I ducked automatically beneath a low magnolia branch; I didn’t know whether Jamie could actually see in total darkness, or merely felt things by instinct, but I had never seen him stumble, no matter how dark the surroundings.
“Don’t you think someone’s going to notice a fresh grave?” It was not completely black in the churchyard, after all; once out from under the magnolias, I could make out the dim forms of gravestones, looking insubstantial but sinister in the dark, a faint mist rising from the thick grass about their feet.
The soles of my own feet tingled as we picked a ginger way through the stones. I seemed to feel silent waves of reproach at this unseemly intrusion wafting up from below. I barked my shin on a tombstone and bit my lip, stifling an urge to apologize to its owner.
“I expect they might.” Jamie let go of my arm to rummage in his coat. “But if the priest wanted money to bury Gavin, I shouldna think he’d trouble to dig him up again for nothing, aye?”
Young Ian materialized out of the darkness at my elbow, startling me.
“There’s open space by the north wall, Uncle Jamie,” he said, speaking softly in spite of the obvious fact that there was no one…
Dan Howell Imagine: Cheeks Brighter than Stage Lights
pairing: Dan x reader
contains: light swearing, secondhand embarrassment, the feels
prompt: y/n meets Dan and Phil at a convention and Dan seems to have a thing for the reader :)
You need: y/n: your name; y/c/n: your channel name
For the last 2 months I have been so excited for SitC it nearly killed
me. And finally, the day has arrived. Since I left my hotel in the morning
I have constantly been busy and kinda even missed a short meeting
about my most important show in the afternoon. I believe I have never
been so nervous before – The panel included Dan and Phil, and me.
This combination was kind of my own fault: The first and last time I
saw Dan Howell in person I made a fool of myself, accidentally
spilled a drink all over him and then ran off. Worst part: What a wonderful
impression I must have left with one of the most famous people on all
of social media. I briefly mentioned the incident in a vlog and with
that created a meme of me doing the most ridiculous things when
meeting the internet sensation: “Meet Dan Howell be like: he needs
But instead of ignoring it, what I had hoped for, Dan tweeted me his
momentary favourite out of all the edits along with a private message already
apologising for it. To be fair, that was sincere and cute and it made
me feel even worse about being too socially awkward for a proper
conversation with this handsome mess.
But back to my panel: I can hear the crowd cheering outside and my
stomach turns. No going back now. A staff member receives me at stage
entry and tells me he will give me a sign when I have to go on, even
though the sign wouldn’t be necessary: I can hear Phil’s voice
“Of course we couldn’t ask us questions on our own, could we? So we
brought a friend! Say hello to y/n aka y/c/n!”
crowd cheers again and the stage hand gives me the sign. I breath
once more and enter the stage, where I am nearly overwhelmed by the
noise. I laugh. Not from something funny but from the incredibility
of the situation. I’ve had panels before, but they were all so much
smaller! Now that I share a stage with Dan and Phil I realise how big
an audience actually can get. I lift the microphone the stage hand
gave me to my lips. “Oh my god, this is loud! Hi! How you doing?”
hugs me and so does Dan. OMG. Like, literally. It would be way less
mind-blowing if I had not missed out on meeting them earlier to
properly introduce without disgracing myself. All I know now is what
we’re doing: I tweeted an hour ago that I was going to have the
unique opportunity to interview online legends danisnotonfire and
AmazingPhil – with questions from my audience. All I have to do now
is pull out my phone and start shooting. That’s how well I prepared
myself for a panel with the Dan Howell and
the Phil Lester. I could hit myself. With a chair.
To the face. But now here I am. Yay.
smell amazing by the way. I am still in omg-mode but I think I’m
quite good at covering it up. Maybe my face went a bit red?
we finally meet again!” I say sheepishly and place myself on the
bar stool opposite the two handsome giants. There is no script
whatsoever, I think I have to make this up as I go. What a good
foundation to not embarrass myself within the
first 5 minutes.
“Yeah,” Dan replies and chuckles, “Great to see you again! Let’s hope you don’t spill another drink all over me.”
I’m most definitely red. My cheeks must be making the stage lights
unnecessary. Still I laugh and hide my face in the free hand. The
boys laugh as well. The audience cheers.
not everybody has such a cool story about how they met Dan for the
first time!” Phil jokes with his incredibly happy attitude and we
laugh again. “That’s true.” Dan comments.
promise I won’t be as clumsy today. After all, all I have to do is
sit and ask questions that aren’t even from me: What could go wrong?”
Optimistically I look at their fans and give a thumbs up, earning
laughter and cheers. I am amazed by how much they interact with me
since basically everything we do on stage gets a huge reaction. I
don’t even know if I would wish to be as famous as the two guys
because wow, how do they handle this? Finally my eyes find their way
back to the boys, I give them a smile and they return it. I am
flashed by how bright the room gets when I see Dan’s cheeks widen and
his dimples pop up.
it together, man, you’re trying to be professional and have all the
time you want to swoon over a cute boy later. I tell myself. More or
let’s see what my sweet fans are dying to ask you!” I introduce the
questionnaire and pop out my phone. Scrolling through just before the
show now proves to have been a good idea and I almost already know
what to ask them. We go on: What’s your flat like behind the camera?
Are you messy? What would you make your url if you were a fan blog?
Where would you want to spent the end of the world? And: What’s your
I can answer this one for Dan! It’s most certainly you spilling water
over his pants.” Phil yells and I realise I should not have asked
this question. Dan laughs and nods with embarrassment in his eyes, “I
think I even know his favourite version. Now, don’t pin me to this,
but is it the edit where somebody put something like: ‘Meet Dan
Howell and be like: put water on his shirt so he takes it off.'”
I dig my face deep into my hands to cover up the glowing colour my
cheeks have accomplished. But still, I laugh. As well as Dan. “Yeah,
that’s actually nearly right!” he says, “Meet Dan Howell be like:
wet t-shirt contest.”
have I done this to myself?” I cry in awkwardness but also filled
with laughter. You wouldn’t believe how happy I was he took it
lightly and even appreciated the joke my and his fans made from
it. Even though I’m not sure if people started out joking with or
about me, in the end it is all the same: It got me a spot on a panel
with Dan and Phil. Damn, I’m lucky.
nothing held against you. You were cute enough for me to let it
swallow. Dan Howell literally just said that he thought I was cute.
WHAT?! These things don’t happen to me. A hoot from the audience
proves my ears just heard him right and for a few seconds my brain looks
for handbooks on how to react.
don’t flatter me like that!” is all it finds.
bad you didn’t stay, maybe he would’ve asked you out!” Phil adds
jokingly but I don’t think he is seeing the look his best friend is
giving me just now. It’s not staring but I can’t really describe it –
a very vigorous glance maybe? And after Phil’s words, he looks
yeah!” he says, “look at what you missed out on.” - Confident
as ever. But he looks at neither me nor the audience. He looks at
Phil with a hint of 'Why would you do this to me?’
the rest of the show I make sure to only ask innocent questions that
would not imply anything too risky; I am still amazing at running a
show, even if nothing scandalous gets revealed. Pow, that’s how you
do it. At the end it takes us forever to say goodbye to the audience because
obviously they would not stop cheering, but when time is up you have
to go; Tight schedules with high end YouTubers.
I get the chance to be a bit of a fangirl myself.
was amazing!” my lips disgorge as I walk off stage, “Thank you so
much for the opportunity! When I met you last year I honestly thought
you hated me and then the tweet and now the panel and I’m just very
glad we can laugh about it. This was honestly an honour.”
my statement I turn around to only see Dan. Phil appeared to have
been held back by a stage manager who gave him whatever kind of
information. Suddenly, I felt the awkwardness crawl back up from my
no worries!” He replies with his cute high pitched laugh, “You’re
being incredibly adorable again.”
blank. He smiles. Nothing happens for a moment because I froze. Until
he continues speaking.
seriously though. I meant that when I said it earlier on stage and
Phil literally repeated what I told him after you had run off last
year. I just kinda didn’t want to ask you out via Twitter. So, I’m
doing it now because I still think you’re cute.”
I’m still frozen. His wonderful eyes are downsized by an enquiring
frown as he shoves his huge hands (like honestly, huge!) into the
pockets of his way too skinny jeans for me not to faint. But I pull
myself together. I clear my throat.
think that would be nice.”
just like that, he gives me his number. We agree on 8pm in the hotel
lobby. What the fuck.
Tank you so much for reading! It’s a bit of a sloppy story but I really wanted to finally post something on this blog again ’_’
My request box is always open, so pleeeaaaase give me your wildest ideas ♥
This is just a short imagine. It popped out of my mind this morning XD
Summary: Basically Y/N is a Youtuber and Thomas Sangster is her bestfriend since childhood and they are doing a Q and A video.
“Hey guys!” I waved into the camera. “So last week I posted a picture of me and Thomas Brodie-Sangster on Instagram.” I paused. “And It got pretty weird. Mainly because 99.9 percent of the comments are like…”
I posed like a common white girl. “OMG Are you two dating?” I said it using my girliest voice.
“Okay, so first of all, I would never date Thomas Sangster because he’s gross.” I joked.
“You’re so mean.” Thomas said behind the camera.
I gave him a sarcastic but funny smile. “What happened to the ‘Do not say a bloody thing until I introduce you’ rule?”
“I ate it.” He responded.
I tried not to laugh. “Please Welcome..” And then I burst out laughing. “Thomas Brodie-Sangster!”
He appeared into the shot. “Hi.” He laughed before waving into the camera.
“I’ve said this on twitter and lemme just repeat that Thomas and I are not dating because… We’re bestfriends.” I explained. “Actually, our mothers are high school and college besties. So they kinda like passed the friendship power to their children.”
“Friendship power?” He asked, trying hard not to laugh.
“Yeah. Got a problem with that?” I stared at him for a second then we started laughing again. “Also, his family will never go on a trip without my family.”
“I blame my mom.” He said.
“So I asked you guys on twitter to give Thomas some questions or to give me some questions because this is my channel and…” Thomas laughed. “I’m just kidding, the questions are for us basically.” I looked at him “They give the weirdest questions so get ready.” I said.
“So here are your questions…”
I then picked up my laptop and started scrolling through my twitter. “First question! ’@y/t/n @SangsterThomas have you seen each other naked?’” I chuckled after reading the question.
“All the time.” We both said at the same time.
“I’ve seen you naked last week.” Thomas laughed. “You were completely topless, holding 2 bras and you didn’t know which one to wear so you called me and I ended up helping you pick.”
“Are you trying to embarrass me? I have a date that day okay.” I pouted.
“A date. But you were worried about what underwear you’re going to wear?”
“At least I’m not the one who got out from the shower without a towel or robe.”
“Oh my g–”
“Guys guys” I looked at the camera. “Our families went on a vacation last month and Thomas and I shared a room because we’re used to it obviously. And then one time I was watching the telly when suddenly, Thomas got out from the shower naked without any covering and then he was like 'Y/N, have you seen my towel?’” I started cracking up again.
“Are we allowed to say that?” He asked.
“Maybe. Not gonna edit that out though.”
“I hate you.”
“Love you too, man.”
After I posted the video, I scrolled through the comment section and I swear there is a lot and I mean a lot of shipping comments like for example here…
Is it weird if I ship it?
I ship them so much
Omg the way he looked at her <3
Too bad Y/N’s with Y/Youtuber crush and Thomas’s with Bella.
I’ve been asked about this several times today and I just want to get it out there.
I can’t confirm any of the individual stories being told about actors soliciting sex with fans going around on twitter right now though I have warned about this kind of behavior on my con advise for literally years now. I’ve witnessed some of it myself but it was always with adults and when the fan said no the actor didn’t press.
I’ll repeat what I’ve said before. Some actors, usually recurring or bit players, find the environment of conventions as a place to have sex. These are usually men and usually people who wouldn’t be drawing women to have sex with them without the context of fandom. Fans should know this happens mostly so that if they find themselves being hit on by an actor not to think they’re crazy or imagining things. If the fan is an adult and it is consensual it’s their business as far as I’m concerned. I’m not going to judge the fan even if I’m going to side eye the actor.
This is not exclusive to Once fandom. It’s happened as long as there are cons and former sexual partners of mine have had sex with bit actors at cons going back into the 1990s. At least one of these people has a reputation for this that pre dates Once.
I just urge you to consider that there may be innocent flirty/cheeky/friendly conversations that in the context of other actors being leches that can look worse when grouped with others than they are when viewed alone.