i took this video myself

you might need t o, plug in your headphones to hear this properly


Womp I forgot to post this here ;w;

I animated this up for fun… it shows

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA My first piece of TPoH fanart!!!! I'm​ actually kinda proud! (Inspired by stained glass windows and the diamond murals in Steven Universe.)


Have you ever tried drawing with just water and a broom? In case anyone missed this post, Wander was recently approved to be a character that can be drawn via water art by custodial at Disneyland! Finally got to see it in action for myself yesterday, so I took a video of the process! Huge thank you to @alicia-lvn and @extraordinarycircus for teaming together to help make this possible! And, of course, to the cast member who was kind enough to draw Wander for us. 

Daryl & Jesus -> “We might be dead by tomorrow.”

Okay, so this is the first edit I’ve ever done. I’m actually pretty proud of it, even though of course it’s nothing next to someone who did this for idk how long. I’m not a pro or anything, still I wanted to try it especially with this song. I hope you like it, it took me so frickin long bc I had no idea how to use svp.

(the watermark is my instagram btw)

popular titles from nintendo in 2014 [u.s.] happy new year!
Meet Cute - Epilogue

Author: SaffreeLove

Words: 1800+

Warnings: swearing, there will always be swearing

A/N: Here is the epilogue, my lovelies. I want to say thank you to everyone that liked and reblogged or sent me a note telling me how much they enjoyed this story. It really means a lot to me. 

Meet Cute Masterlist

The first week consisted of being with each other during any and all free time. It was how a typical visit would go. Time was precious to you and so you’d spend it all completely absorbed with the other.

Two weeks after you got home, you were waiting for Seb to arrive from the airport. He always had a car service drive him from the airport to prevent issues with fans or paps.

Once you parted ways at the end of the con, the texting began. You had had a conversation on Sunday night about the difficulties of long-distance relationships. However, at Seb’s insistence, money for travel was not an issue. You, thankfully, had a great job that was flexible and gave great vacation time. Agreeing that communication was going to be key, you both were ready to do what it would take to keep this new relationship healthy and growing.

Texting was absolutely your main form of communication. It helped keep up a constant flow of conversation, especially for the times when your daily breaks would fall during his filming. Neither of you had to wait around for the other to be free to ‘talk’, you just texted it out. This wasn’t to say that you didn’t take full advantage of the both of you having iphones and ipads. Facetime became a near nightly occurrence, and something you looked forward to every day. Sometimes the best ones were when you set up your ipad in it’s stand on your kitchen island and made dinner. Neither of you really talking about anything specific, just being together and doing mundane, everyday things together via technology.

After about six months had gone by and you and Seb were still going strong. You had managed to meet up every couple of weeks, on average. The one time it stretched to a month was hard, but you had discovered just how good at phone and video sex you both could be. There may also have been a few toy purchases that helped you get through that long month.

The ‘I love you’ moment happened during the third visit. Seb had been filming in Atlanta and you flew down over a holiday weekend, taking a day on to either side giving you almost five full days with each other. He had that holiday Monday off and you both got a blissful opportunity to sleep in with each other. Around 10 am, you slowly started to wake up. Realizing that the slight pressure you felt on your waist was Seb’s arm curled over you caused the biggest grin to cover your face, and you still hadn’t even opened your eyes. You drifted for a few more minutes, just savoring the moment. The sudden soft snore and shifting from behind you was all the warning you got before his arm tightened and pulled you in close. You knew that he wasn’t fully awake, but there was definitely a part of him that was up and raring to go. The slight grinding, groping, and soft moaning certainly woke your body up the rest of the way. You couldn’t help but send your own little hip swivel back into him. His body stilled for a second, then he gave a slight, happy sounding growl. Dipping his head to your neck, he spoke against your skin.

“Mmmm, Jules. Damn baby, I thought I was dreaming again. You have no idea how happy I am to be wrong.” Hearing his low, gravelly voice so close to your ear was doing a number on your already aroused body. “I love waking up with you. I love feeling your body heat on mine. Love hearing your little snores.” He had been moving his kisses down your neck and out to your shoulder.

You gasped in mock outrage as you rolled to your back to look at him, “Sebastian Stan! I do not snore!”

He smirked, “Wanna bet? I took a video cause it was so fucking cute, I just couldn’t help myself.” Now that he had you on your back, he was free to continue with his kissing journey, punctuated with his words. “As I was saying, I love your little snores. Love your passion for life. Love your honesty. Love how you love your friends and family.” By now, you were struggling between paying serious attention to the words coming out of his mouth and the sensations caused by his mouth. By your count, he’d just used the L word eight times. “Jules,” you turned your head just slightly to look at him. “I love you.”

Time stopped for a minute or so for you. This man, who you had started of crushing on, just confessed his love for you. This man, who constantly amazed you with his generosity and his pure heart. This man, who made your body react in ways no one ever had. He loved you. Which was good, since you were already head over heels for him.

“Again. Say it again, please,” you said with a small smile and a slight sigh.

Crawling over you to nestle his body between your legs, he raised his face back to yours. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Each declaration was noted with a kiss of increasing heat.

“Mmmmm, that’s good, so good to hear. Especially since I love you as well.” You pulled his face back down to yours for another kiss. This one didn’t end.

Around month nine, your boss sent you to the New York City office for a project for three weeks. You were fucking ecstatic. Three weeks in New York AND Seb was on a break between filming? What the fuck? It was the best thing ever. You immediately texted Sebastian.

The first week consisted of being with each other during any and all free time. It was how a typical visit would go. Time was precious to you and so you’d spend it all completely absorbed with the other.

The second week was dotted with stupid fights. Both of you were trying to ignore your need for quiet, alone time and feeling guilty about not wanting to spend every single second wrapped up with each other.

The third week you had found your balance between time together, time alone, and the best one, time alone together. This was you actually living together. The exciting stuff and the boring stuff. Planning meals, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, laundry, and even taking the trash out (that was Seb’s job). Two days before your flight home sent you both back into the week one mentality. You had passed some invisible test about whether or not this relationship could survive you living in the same city. Not only that, but you both had found out that you could even live together. To then have to pack your stuff up and go home was heartbreaking.

Two weeks after you got home, you were waiting for Seb to arrive from the airport. He always had a car service drive him from the airport to prevent issues with fans or paps.

Hearing the doorbell had you sprinting out of your home office, down the hall, and yanking open the door.

Standing there, grinning like a damn fool, was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen. You launched yourself at him. He deftly caught you, wrapped your legs around his waist and walked through the door, dropping his bag just inside. Once the door clicked shut, he had you up against the wall with his mouth all over you. His hands slid into your leggings and squeezed your butt pulling a desperate moan from your lips. You rocked hard into him causing him to groan. He pulled you away from the wall intent on getting you to a bed as soon as fucking possible. Unfortunately, after two steps he stumbled and the two of you would have gone down in a blaze of hormones if he hadn’t grabbed onto the nearby door frame.

“What the hell?” he grumbled out, once he’d gotten his balance and set you down. Looking around, he saw the main room had boxes of varying sizes spread out all over the room. Turning, he could see the boxes in your office as well. Turning back to you, “Jules? What’s going on?”

“So, my boss called me into her office last week. Everyone was really impressed with my work while I was in the New York office, and sort of, well, offered me a promotion to head up my department in New York.

Seb’s jaw hung open. Whispering, he asked, “Jules, are you moving to New York?”

“Well, I said yes and I signed on the dotted line, so yeah, I am.” You had already been a touch nervous about the move and telling Seb, and now you couldn’t quite identify the look on his face. Was he happy and excited or had shit possibly just gotten too real?

His arms wove around your waist and as he pulled you close, you could see that Seb’s eyes were almost shining. “Are you planning to live with me?” His words could have been taken in a negative way had you not heard the love in his voice and seen the adoration in his eyes.

“I was hoping to,” you said quietly, still slightly wary.

“Ah ha ha ha!” he shouted as he spun you around, burying his face in your neck. “Do I get to help you pack? When are you moving? Have you lined up a truck service? Holy shit, baby. I can’t believe you’re moving to me.”

Your face broke out in a smile. “Hey, what are these?” Seb asked wiping a few of your tears away.

“I was a little worried that you might not actually be excited. This is bigger than me just coming to stay for a few weeks.”

Picking you back up, he said, “It is bigger,” kiss, “and better,” nibble, “and amazing,” kiss, “and fantastic,” suck, “and wonderful,” grind, “and I think I might just need to demonstrate exactly how happy I am to you, right now.”

So, that’s it for this fic. Hopefully, you have enjoyed this initial foray into Saff’s brain. Here’s all my shit, if you don’t already know, masterlist. Also, since Tumblr know how to be a royal pain in the ass, here’s my Ao3.

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Christmas, Light Up. ::Dean Ambrose Smut::

Pairing: Reader x Dean Ambrose

Word Count: 2,590

Warnings: Smut and some swearing. Also mention of a difficult birth. Literally just in passing, but I don’t want to trigger anyone.

Special mentions to @withwordslikeweapons for inspiring me with her WWE Christmas Series and also to @wrasslesmut for her earlier advice to me, when I was struggling to write Dean. Thanks to the both of you!

This is probably horrible, as I find it really hard to write for Dean, as much as absolutely adore him. I hope I haven’t messed it up too bad!

Originally posted by vaniwin

Pausing in the doorway, I watched my boyfriend Dean as he laid down on the floor next to our baby girl Ellie, who was curled up in her baby bouncer. He was murmuring softly to her, his gravelly voice instantly catching her attention. She was such a daddy’s girl.

When I had first found out I was expecting and told Dean, he had been simultaneously terrified of screwing it all up and ready to take on the whole world single-handedly, if anyone dared hurt his baby girl.

All during the pregnancy he had tried his hardest. Trying to make every obstetrician appointment, asking for advice constantly from Roman, forever talking to our baby girl as his hand rested on my curved stomach. He desperately wanted to be the father our baby girl deserved.

It had admittedly been a difficult birth and it was the first time I had ever seen Dean genuinely fearful, though he had tried his hardest not to show it at the time, instead putting on a strong front for my sake. And then, the very moment Ellie had arrived into this world, she had him wrapped around her little finger and Dean wouldn’t ever try to deny it. He wouldn’t have had it any other way. It had taken him time to grow in confidence in his role as Ellie’s father though, so unlike his usual confident (and sometimes bordering on cocky) demeanour.

The duo of father and daughter were currently staring up at the Christmas tree, as Ellie absolutely adored the lights on the tree. She could spend hours watching them in a trance, giggling widely to herself on occasion. Dean was currently pointing out the different colours twinkling away, saying the names out loud to her. Our baby girl was alternating between looking at her daddy as he spoke, before the allure of the Christmas lights grabbed her attention again. She had one chubby fist to her mouth, sucking away.

“See Ellie, that’s green. And that one’s yellow” he continued, smiling at his daughter as she kicked and giggled, blowing the odd occasional bubble, prompting Dean to lean over and blow raspberries on her tummy in return. Our little baby girl would giggle even louder as his shaggy hair teased her face, before waving a tiny fist in the direction of the tree, entranced by the lights once more.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I took a minute to sneakily record a video of their antics, mentally reminding myself to forward a copy onto Dean.

Leaving them to it, I made my way back to the kitchen, preparing the vegetables in advance, ready for tomorrow’s Christmas dinner. I was practically running on auto-pilot and was only stirred back to reality, as I felt Dean wrap his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on the top of my shoulder.

“Where’s Ellie?” I questioned as I leaned back into his hold.

“Back in her crib.  She tried so hard, but she just couldn’t keep her eyes open” he murmured into my neck, his breath caressing over my skin.

“She’s stubborn. I guess she got that from you, along with those blue eyes” I murmured.

“And what exactly, are trying to say about me with that comment?” he mused out loud, humour lacing his tone. Turning around in Dean’s grip so I could face him, I mock fluttered my eyelashes at him, causing him to chuckle in response.

“That you have the most gorgeous blue eyes” I replied with a wide grin.

“You’re so cheesy” he commented, causing me to roll my eyes.

“Meh, but it works for me right?” I replied, turning back around again, in order to continue to prepare the food for tomorrow.

“Well something definitely works for you” he answered. I could practically see that sexy smirk on his face, even with me not facing him. His hands fell to my hips, pinching slightly, evidently not happy that my focus had turned from him. I could feel him pressing up against me, a very familiar bulge pressing into my hip. Without any further words from him, I knew exactly what it was that he wanted from me.

The sensation of his lips pressing against my neck, only confirmed my suspicions.  He started off slow, teasing, almost ticklish, before beginning to drag his teeth over delicate skin.

“Dean, I need to get this done” I protested, admittedly half-heartedly, seemingly automatically tilting my head and exposing more of my neck to him.

“I’ll help you later” he responded in an instant, his kisses on my neck becoming more insistent as he trailed them slowly down towards my shoulder, his hands coming up to cup my breasts through the fabric of my shirt.

“Come on kitten, want you” he continued.

I bit back a moan at the endearment and the feel of his hands. There was no denying that I wanted him just as badly. Especially as the word kitten fell from his lips and I instantly felt myself becoming wetter, my legs shifting as I tried to rearrange myself. I could hear him chuckle to himself. Bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

“We’ll have to be quiet” I pointed out as my hands covered his.

“I can be quiet” Dean replied and I sniggered at his answer, despite my valiant attempt to hold it back.

“I can be quiet” he protested, twirling me around to face him. I let out a quiet yelp as he nipped sharply at my throat, before moaning as he began to soothe the red mark with his warm tongue. His arms tightened around my waist and I could feel every muscle pressing up against me.

“How about you just worry about controlling yourself, darling” he teased, his thumb tracing my bottom lip as he spoke. I nipped at him, my teeth scraping delicately over the rough pad and he let out a low hiss.

“You came to play, huh?” he retorted, his eyes darkening with every second. He pulled me away from the counter and further into him, his fingers clutching tightly as he entangled them in my hair. We kissed furiously, our lips clashing together as we fought each out for the upper hand.

“Want you so bad. Miss you so much when I’m on the road” he murmured, barely pausing for breath, my back colliding against the kitchen wall as he pushed me backwards, his body instantly covering mine again.

“Miss you too. Miss feeling you touch me” I whispered against his lips, clutching at his shoulders tightly. He grinded himself against me roughly, occasionally thrusting his hips up instead, imitating the act of sex, though our bodies remained separated by several layers of clothing.

Almost taken over by the sensations he was creating within me, I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, both wanting it off and yet not wanting to part from him. Dean took the decision out of my hands, leaning back momentarily to pull the shirt in question over his head, tossing it to the side.

Taking the chance, I pulled my own top over my head, the material disappearing to reveal Dean stood back in front of me, watching me with obvious desire, tongue running along his bottom lip. The way he looked at me with such blatant arousal, sent shivers down my spine, my hands momentarily clenching into fists.

“So fucking beautiful” he muttered, his lips descending upon mine again, his large hands cupping my face. He tugged at the front of my bra, pulling a cup down to expose my breast, his lips suddenly changing focus.

Pressing his face against the side of my breast, he latched onto the soft skin with his teeth, sucking intently, a heat rising to the top as a bruise began to form. My hands fell back against the wall, my fingers scrabbling for some kind of purchase on the surface, as I tried to control myself.

“Dean” I moaned, using the back of my hand to stifle my voice. He frowned at the gesture but said nothing, well aware of my reasoning behind it.

Running my fingers over his stomach, I felt the muscles clench and ripple under my touch. I daringly nipped at his throat, causing him to throw his head back and groan. Changing direction, my lips trailed down towards his chest before trailing back up, my fingers exploring over bare skin, tracing over the occasional scar.

I nipped at his collarbone, increasing the pressure gradually as I followed the line of it, leaving behind a string of red marks, symbols of my presence. His fingers manipulated the button of my jeans, roughly pushing his hand into them and cupping my mound, causing me to jolt back away from the mark I had been leaving on his shoulder. His low, deep growl told me that he had had enough.

“Off. All it” he told me, his voice deeper than usual, a result of his own arousal. Dean took a step back, palming himself through his jeans, grunting, eyes intent as he watched me undress, my trousers and underwear hitting the floor along with my bra.

I waited for him to approach me again, leaning back against the wall, biting my lower lip, watching as his eyes followed that simple action. He strode forward, his arms bracketing my head, enclosing me. His tongue swept over my lower lip, kissing me once more, his fingers stroking over my thighs. I could feel my wetness only increase at his teasing touches.

“My kitten prepared for me? Prepared for me to make her feel so, so good?” Dean questioned, his fingers ghosting over the inside of my thighs, just falling short of where I both wanted and needed him.

“I can handle you” I bit out, my bravado out-weighing my actual self-control. Dean laughed slightly at my answer. He pulled his face back to watch me intently, his bottom lip held between his teeth.

“So wet. You always get so wet for me,” he commented as his fingers finally slipped further up, testing my wetness. He nipped sharply at my neck. “Just for me”.

I nodded my affirmation, too busy squirming under his touch for much more.

“Say it. Say it out loud” Dean ordered, his fingers stilling momentarily inside of me, causing me to squirm even more, to no avail.

“You. Just you” I whimpered, causing him to quietly sigh happily in response, his fingers moving and pressing into me again. He thrust his fingers in once, twice, three times before trailing them up to my clit and teasing my sensitive nub instead. He repeated the sequence several times, leaving me shivering with arousal in his grip, my back in a constant arch.

“Please baby, want you inside now” I whimpered, pressing my lips desperately to his, trying to convince him of my need for him. He pulled my hand to his crotch, rocking his bulge into it, demonstrating his hardness to me.

“You only need to ask. As much as I love playing with you and watching you squirm because of me, I need you just as bad, kitten” he told me, punctuating his final words with a particularly hard thrust into my hand.

Pulling back, he removed both his jeans and boxers before pinning me back against the wall, his grip firm as he picked me up by my thighs, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

“Help a guy, help you out, darling” he murmured, his lips focusing in on my breasts.  I reached between us, just able to guide him towards my entrance. He slipped in gently to begin with, judging his aim, before thrusting roughly all the way in. His pace was fast, rough, always reaching deep inside of me at each thrust. I moaned at the bruising pace he had set, as Dean continued to nip at the soft skin of my cleavage.

“You’re incredible. You always feel so good” he mumbled against skin, before biting down once again, leaving a scattering of marks across my chest.

“You make me feel good” I pointed out, just barely able to get the words out between panting breaths. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I hit that edge and toppled over it. Dean seemed to recognise the warning signs too as his hand slipped between us, fingers grazing over my clit as he thrusted deeper into me.

“I’ve got you. Just be a good girl and let it go” he murmured into my ear, the low notes of his tone hitting me in all the right places, my body clenching down on him involuntarily.

I had no choice, but to bite down sharply on his shoulder as my release hit me. It was the only way I could stop myself from yelling out. As my teeth sunk into his skin, Dean shuddered against me, uttering a low, guttural “Fuck”, only just loud enough to be heard. Seemingly spurred on by this and my own release, he began to pound into me harder. No doubt he would have had the bed shaking by now, if we had been in it.

His hand encircled my neck gently, never applying much pressure, just enough as a gesture to the real action. I rested my hand on top of his, pressing down and squeezing; letting him know that it was okay, that I wasn’t about to break under his grip.

Dean groaned at the action, his grip tightening slightly as with a final thrust he finally came, biting down on his lip to hold back his own moans. He kept his hips still as he came, allowing me to feel it, as he filled me with a thick load of cum.

His grip on me loosened, allowing me to slide down the wall, only just about steady enough to land on my feet. We were both panting, me more than him, our bodies damp with sweat. He lowered a hand to my entrance, his fingers smearing his cum up to my over-sensitive clit.

He pulled away as I shuddered and whimpered, my head falling back against the wall with a thump, the sensation too much for me so quickly after my orgasm.

“Okay, okay. No teasing just yet,” he replied, leaning in to kiss me instead. “Later”.

We ended up freezing mid-kiss, as the sound of a car backfiring pierced the air. There was a pause. One long enough to trick us, before Ellie’s inevitable wail could be heard coming from her room.

“I got it” reassured Dean.

He effortlessly slipped his boxers and sweatpants on in one smooth movement as I continued to struggle with my bra. He shuffled out of the kitchen, already calling out to Ellie in that soothing, gravelly voice of his, leaving me to wonder just exactly how I had managed to get so lucky.

Once I had finally won the struggle with my clothes, I followed him to Ellie’s bedroom, only to find the room empty. Following my gut instinct, I trudged back to the living room to see Dean stood in front of the Christmas tree, lights twinkling away, Ellie tucked securely in his arms.

I walked forward tucking myself under his free arm, watching Ellie’s awestruck face as she gazed at the tree. I could feel the vibrations of Dean’s chest as he began to speak to his baby girl once again.

His warm, gravelly voice filled the room, as the lights of the Christmas tree continued to flicker gently….

I’ll Always Support You // Conor Maynard

— Heyy! Can you don an imagine where y/n isn’t famous (or a youtuber) and she’s dating conor? Thanks! —

I turned off my computer after I finished watching a video of my uni lecturer talking nonstop about the peripheral nervous system. I had enough time to do my makeup and get dressed before leaving to go to the boy’s flat which was just a couple minute walk from mine. Today, Conor is performing at Wembley stadium for the Rays of Sunshine concert.

We’ve been dating for a couple months now, but we pretty much have kept out relationship out of the spotlight. My social media accounts were private, so no one outside my friends and family really knew anything about my life. At the beginning, I wasn’t comfortable exposing my life to his fanbase because I liked my privacy. But obviously, since him and his friends are constantly in front of a camera, recording all aspects of their lives, it’s only natural that his fans found out about me. Conor and I met at a small party, my friend who’s dating one of his mates had invited me. We spoke all night at that party, he asked for my phone number before I left, and we’ve been inseparable ever since.

I left my house, makeup and hair done, dressed in an off the shoulder short dress and ankle boots and walked a small distance to the apartment he shared with his friend and brother. I buzzed their intercom to let me through the gates and made my way to their door. I knocked on their front door and was embraced in a hug from Anna, his little sister. She had come down from Brighton to see Conor perform. I had recently met his entire family, to which they welcomed me with open arms.

“Y/N, I love the way you did your makeup!” Anna complimented. We got very close, we treated each other as if we were each others sisters.

“I was just going to say the same about yours”, I laughed.

“Yo, Y/N!”, Jack walked into the room and high fived me then hugged me. “What you been up to?”

“Just been forcing myself to study all morning, the usual”, I sighed. “You vlogging today?”

“Oh yeah!” Just as I mentioned that, he pulled out his camera. “Good morning guys, hope you’re all doing well. I’ve got special guests with me today, Y/N, Anna, be nice and say hello”.

I waved to his camera and poked my tongue out. Just a couple days ago, I gave him permission for me to be in this vlog. I walked off as he continued to talk about the concert to go find Conor. I found him in his room blow drying his hair. “Hey babe”, I hugged him from behind as I watched him from the mirror in front of us.

He smiled widely and turned off the blow dryer. “Hey beautiful. You look amazing today”, he then pulled me into a hug and kissed my lips, letting his lips linger on mine.

“So the superstar is in here, getting – ooh bad timing” I heard Jack from the doorway with the camera in his hands, recording us but catching us at a bad time. He then left, causing us to laugh.

“How’ve you been my love”, Conor asked.

“Not too bad, are you nervous for today?” I let go of Conor to let him finish getting ready so I sat on his bed.

“Nah, I think I’ll be fine”, he responded.

“Yeah, I know you will. You’re very good at what you do”, I smiled at him. As he was finishing getting ready, I was scrolling on my phone for about half an hour. “Babe, its ten past twelve, what time do we need to be there?” I asked.

“Shoot. We should be leaving soon, so I have time to rehearse and do those interviews”, he said checking his watch.

“Conor, the uber is here!” I heard Anna yell from the living room. We all then left and arrived at Wembley stadium.

“Y/N, how you feeling? You look worried” Jack laughed, sticking the camera in my face as we walked to Conor’s dressing room.

I laughed. “I don’t know why I’m nervous. I know he’ll do amazingly well tonight, as he always does”, I looked at Conor and kissed his cheek as he put his arms around me.

“Ew”, Jack joked around, He then turned the camera off.

“Will you guys be okay by yourselves?” Conor asked.

“We’re big kids, we’ll be fine”, Jack said.

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep an eye on Jack”, I said to Conor, Anna laughed and Jack then rolled his eyes. “Good luck baby. Love you”.

“Love you too”, Conor kissed me before leaving to do interviews then rehearse on stage.

We kept ourselves busy for the next couple of hours by eating and giving ourselves a little tour. I checked the time and it was a quarter past five, the show would be starting soon. Jack, Anna and myself were then escorted by two security guards to a closed of section in the arena, giving us a perfect view of the stage. Anna and I were really excited, seeing all these artists live for the first time. We danced to each performance, singing all the popular hits along with them. We were given breaks after each performance. The stadium lights then went off, and Conor popped up on stage, causing the crowd to go wild. Conor then performed some covers and his original songs, Anna and I were dancing our butts off while Jack was vlogging for his channel. We all got into the shot of his camera, mouthing the lyrics to the song Conor was singing. As Jack was filming Anna and I dancing, I looked up to see Conor right at the edge of the stage, looking directly at me. Whilst he was singing as I mouthed ‘I love you’ to my boyfriend.

“I love you too baby”, Conor said into the microphone right in the middle of his song, then the whole crowd went more wild, if that was even possible.

After Conor finished, the security guards then took us backstage, Jack still vlogging everything. All the lucky winners who won backstage passes then started screaming as we were passing them. A lot of the winners were then yelling for Jack, and some even asking me and Anna to take photos with them, to which we did.

“Oh my god, Y/N you’re so pretty!”, one of the girls yelled, I thanked her. I took a bunch of selfies with different people, even though I wasn’t famous at all, I guess being the girlfriend of a famous person does put me into the public’s eye, whether I like it or not. As soon as Conor walked into the room, the attention then diverted to him and everyone started screaming. I watched him have his mini meet and greet, his face genuinely lighting up as he met everyone, it melted my heart. I took a couple of sneaky pictures as I watched him chat with his fans. As soon as the night was done, I was so exhausted that I fell asleep on Conor’s shoulders during the ride home.

“Y/N, baby, wake up”, he whispered into my ears, I groaned but got up anyway.

We all walked into their flat, Anna and Jack going straight to bed. I made my way to Conor’s bathroom to brush my teeth with a toothbrush I keep here. I took off my makeup and went to Conor’s drawer to steal a tshirt to wear to bed. I sat on Conor’s bed going through the videos and photos I took of tonight, smiling to myself. Conor jumped into bed behind me and pulled me down with him by my waist. I showed him the photos I took of today and he asked me to send them to him.

“Thank you so much for coming and supporting me tonight”, Conor said as he kissed my hands.

“Are you crazy? I will always support you, till the end. You make me so proud”, I kissed his cheeks then his lips.

“I know things can sometimes get a little crazy being with me, but still thank you”, he smiled

“A little crazy?”, I joked around.

“You know what I mean. But I guess our relationship is a little more out into the open now”, he said.

“I don’t mind it anymore, I don’t want to try and hide our love. It’s too stressful. From now on things will be different, especially since I’m going to be in Jack’s new vlog. Not just in the background anymore”, I said, my hands slightly rubbing his cheeks.

“Good, now I can flaunt my sexy girlfriend to the whole world, and make everyone jealous”, he laughed and kissed me on my lips. We then fell asleep in each other’s arms. For Conor, I would sacrifice anything for him, even if that means giving up some parts of my private life. I don’t care anymore, I would do anything for this boy. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So this is my first published little short fic! thank you to the person who requested this. I really hope you all enjoyed it. Sorry if im not too good haha, let me know what needs improving or let me know if you enjoyed it. please feel free to message me any requests!

I know that a lot of people say this: but it’s honestly to weird to see old pictures and videos of myself. Like today, I was took the chance to clean up my house (which it really needed) and I stumbled across a few of my old casting photos and it honestly took me a good moment or two to just realize it was me in the pictures instead of the long lost twin brother I forgot I had. I know that life comes with changes, but I don’t think not even remembering a time where I had baby face is beyond weird to me.

So I’m working on self-care. It’s hard. It’s hard to fight the part of me that still hates me. That tells me it’s not fair to have mental health issues to other people. Because they don’t get an excuse for not being able to make their work. It’s hard to not think I’m being unfriendly to others by loving myself.

I took a warm bath, watched some Dodie video’s (always helps) talked to @astridthedot (helped a lot) and will make myself some tea.

It’s hard to take care of myself, but I’m trying