this was on my friend's twitter and i thought it was funny

kicking you out

for the anon who asked for a groupchat celebrity au with twitter. ik this isn’t exactly what you asked for, but i will do a proper celebrity au one day. probably. dedicated to my wife @jiilys bc she deserves all this and more


James Potter (@jimsradio) tweeted: thanks for tuning in last night! check us out next week when we’ll be discussing whether sand dollars should be a viable form of currency

Sirius Black (@blacksheep) retweeted: james no one cares about ur stupid fuckign radio show

James Potter (@jimsradio) retweeted: ur the co-host

Sirius Black (@blacksheep) retweeted: i dont see how thats a relevant piece of information


Remus Lupin (@remuslupout) tweeted: @jimsradio why do you have pine trees listed as your topic for next week

James Potter (@jimsradio) retweeted: why not

James Potter (@jimsradio) retweeted: theyr an important part of our capitalist, consumer-driven society

Remus Lupin (@remuslupout) retweeted: is this just because you couldn’t come up with a better topic

James Potter (@jimsradio) retweeted: r u insinuating that i had no ideas and decided on pine trees bc there happens to be one outside peters bedroom window

Remus Lupin (@remuslupout) retweeted: yes

James Potter (@jimsradio) retweeted: fair


James Potter to radioheads: how about we have remus as our special guest next week

Sirius Black: i have legitimately never heard of a worse idea

Remus Lupin: good luck driving yourself to the lido next week then dickhead

Sirius Black: i already lost that job

Remus Lupin: why am i not surprised

Sirius Black: jokes on u lupin, ur the one who’s been driving me 40 minutes out of your way every morning for nothing

Remus Lupin: fucker


Remus Lupin to James Potter: we need more advertising

James Potter: ?? we have plenty of advertising

Remus Lupin: we have the same ad for your dad’s hair gel playing every break on a ten minute loop

James Potter: ?? what’s ur point


Peter Pettigrew to james you know i love monty but we need more advertising: guys 2, 141 people listened in last week

Remus Lupin: are you kidding

James Potter: result!!!!

Sirius Black: was that the one where we talked about freaks & geeks conspiracy theories

Remus Lupin: no that was the one where you talked about crunchy chips vs squishies

Remus Lupin: do you even listen to the show

Sirius Black: im the co-host thank you very much

Remus Lupin: could’ve fooled me

Sirius Black has removed Remus Lupin from the chat.


Sirius Black (@blacksheep) tweeted: @petepettigrew i still cant believe u prefer squishies to crunchies

Peter Pettigrew (@petepettigrew) retweeted: what?? theyr more flavoursome


James Potter to Sirius Black: remus has been our special guest for the past five episodes i think we need someone new

Sirius Black: what about pete

James Potter: pete does sound

Sirius Black: then get someone else to do sound

James Potter: u, my friend, are a genius


James Potter (@jimsradio) tweeted: we need someone with tech experience to do our sound booth pls and thank


Peter Pettigrew to fifa plays would make a shitty topic: I thought I was sound technician??

James Potter: u can still be sound technician we’re just having u as our special guest

Sirius Black: im not sure i can handle having a special guest who thinks squishies r better than crunchies

James Potter: ??? u were the one who suggested pete in the first place

Sirius Black: i was?? funny that

Peter Pettigrew: i hate u all


Lily Evans (@liljane) tweeted: @jimsradio i have two years worth of tech experience and can do friday evenings if ur still looking for a sound technician


James Potter to shitdick central™: holy shit check out the chick who just applied for techie

Peter Pettigrew: who is she

Remus Lupin: lily evans

Remus Lupin: she had her own radio show a couple of years back with this really awful guy

Remus Lupin: it was really popular

Peter Pettigrew: the radio show or the guy

Remus Lupin: ?? the radio show

Remus Lupin: the guy turned out to be a massive racist

Remus Lupin: in her last interview she called him ‘an abusive fuckface’

Sirius Black: i say we hire her

James Potter: seconded


Remus Lupin to James Potter: is the only reason you want to hire her is because you think she’s hot

James Potter: do you really think i’m that shallow

Remus Lupin: yes


James Potter (@jimsradio) tweeted: @liljane you’re hired. i’ll dm you the details


Sirius Black to i’m not shallow remus i just have an appreciation for the finer things in life: i cant believe that you both literally and figuratively slid into her dm’s

James Potter: im blocking u


James Potter to what the fuck is an aardvark anyway: that went rather well if you ask me

Sirius Black: ?? it was a fucking atrocity

Sirius Black: you were staring at her the whole time

James Potter: no i wasn’t

Remus Lupin: you missed five of your queues

James Potter: ok, so maybe i was a little off

Sirius Black: there were more awkward silences than that one time peter tried to pick up rosmerta at the three broomsticks

Peter Pettigrew: you promised you wouldn’t bring that up again!!

Sirius Black: sry pete, desperate times call for desperate measures


James Potter (@jimsradio) tweeted: make sure to check us out at our new time of 7:00pm fridays!!

Sirius Black (@blacksheep) retweeted: you do realise no-one actually watches this show

Lily Evans (@liljane) retweeted: he’s right you know

James Potter (@jimsradio) retweeted: i hate both of u


Lily Evans to James Potter: can u stop making jokes about lamps

James Potter: i don’t know what u filamean


Peter Pettigrew to wes anderson is better than quentin taratino and you know it james: ALMOST 10K PEOPLE LISTENED IN LAST NIGHT

James Potter: HOLY SHIT

Lily Evans: james u owe me $50 and your 1st edition copy of the great gatsby

James Potter: i’d rather die

Lily Evans: then die, jim

Remus Lupin: christ

Sirius Black: u called??

Peter Pettigrew: what even is this group chat


James Potter to Lily Evans: was that u tearing up i saw in the sound booth when i was reading out my piece about foreshadowing in the simpsons

Lily Evans: i was tearing up over how bad it was

Lily Evans: there was something in my eye

Lily Evans: i think it was your complete lack of a writing style

James Potter: stop it


Lily Evans (@liljane) tweeted: petition to kick sirius out of the group chat bc he won’t stop talking about scooby doo conspiracy theories at 3am

Sirius Black (@blacksheep) retweeted: i can scooby do what i want

Lily Evans (@liljane) retweeted: blocked


James Potter to Sirius Black: WHERE ARE YOU WE’RE ON IN 5

James Potter: sirs

James Potter: where r you

Sirius Black: ran in tp regulus at the cineplex

James Potter: where are you now

Sirius Black: field next to cneplex

James Potter: don’t move


James Potter (@jimsradio) tweeted: sorry that there was no show this week folks!! sirius got mauled by a bear and i had to drive up to toronto to help amputate his right arm

Remus Lupin (@remuslupout) retweeted: @jimsradio who’s going to wank you off now

Sirius Black (@blacksheep) retweeted: @remuslupout bitch im left-handed


Sirius Black to velma, daphne and fred: i’m sure evans would do it for you james

Lily Evans: you want to lose the other arm black


Peter Pettigrew to cry me a river lupin: maybe we should make our group chats accessible to the public to get more hits

James Potter: i would but no one wants to see screenshots of sirius in a bra

Sirius Black: by no-one do you mean everyone


James Potter (@jimsradio) tweeted: thank you guys so much for 20k hits the other night!! more content coming


Sirius Black to bitches bitchin: GRAHAM NORTON TONIGHT BITCHES

Lily Evans: are you sober

Sirius Black: am i ever sober

Lily Evans: good point


James Potter to sirius stop changing the group chat name while graham is in the middle of asking you questions: i think that went well

Lily Evans: james im leaving you for graham norton

Sirius Black: not if i leave him first


Severus Snape (@halfbloodprince) tweeted: @jimsradio feel like keeping your hands off my co-host you wanker??


James Potter to i haven’t been able to listen to eyes on fire by blue foundation since they played it over bella and ryan’s scene in eyewitness: how are we gonna handle this

James Potter: my vote is firmly rooted in manslaughter

Lily Evans: leave it to me

Lily Evans: but keep manslaughter as a backup


Lily Evans (@liljane) tweeted: @halfbloodprince i wonder what it’d be like to not be so ridiculously self-involved as to impose yourself where you’re strictly not wanted?

Lily Evans (@liljane) tweeted: @halfbloodprince stay out of my life or you’ll be receiving numerous calls from my lawyer


Lily Evans to manslaughter: yes or no: its sorted

Sirius Black: you don’t even have a lawyer

Lily Evans: he doesn’t know that


James Potter to Lily Evans: whats a rlly interesting and extensive subject we could cover this week

Lily Evans: milk

James Potter: excellent


Lily Evans to tangled is so much better than frozen: im at the studio and i have liquor

Sirius Black: be there in 5

Peter Pettigrew: can u pick me up

Sirius Black: McNo™

Remus Lupin: i regret the day i gave u that keyboard shortcut

Sirius Black: i dont


James Potter to Lily Evans: r u ok

Lily Evans: fine just sistet stuff

James Potter: u sound trashed

Lily Evans: thsts bc i Am

James Potter: where r u

Lily Evans: blcony

Lily Evans: jim

Lily Evans: can u tak e me hpme

Lily Evans: jaems

Lily Evans: i love you


Lily Evans to James Potter: what did i say last night

James Potter: nothing its fine

James Potter: don’t worry about it

Lily Evans: i am worried about it

James Potter: don’t be

James Potter: see you at work


Remus Lupin to James Potter: whats goin on between u two

James Potter: ???

Remus Lupin: you know what i mean

Remus Lupin: you keep looking at her and looking away

Remus Lupin: she keeps forgetting to give you your queues

James Potter: probably distracted by that hickey on your neck

Remus Lupin: i TOLD you i FELL OVER


Lily Evans (@liljane) tweeted: thank you guys so much for 100k! i’ve made @jimsradio promise to change his username if we make it to 1mil in the next two months

Sirius Black (@blacksheep) retweeted: he should change it to @wanker

Lily Evans (@liljane) retweeted: i checked its already taken by @halfbloodprince


Sirius Black to james potter and co: can you and evans stop eye-fucking during the sets

James Potter changed the chat name to i dont know what you’re talking about.

Sirius Black changed the chat name to yes u do.

James Potter changed the chat name to do not.

Sirius Black changed the chat name to do too.

James Potter changed the chat name to do not.

Remus Lupin: you guys know she’s getting all of these right

James Potter: shit


Lily Evans to James Potter: u have something u want to tell me

James Potter: i’d rather do it in person,,,,,if thats ok

Lily Evans: only if we announce our engagement during a set

James Potter: deal


James Potter (@jimsradio) tweeted: we hit 1mil! also @liljane and i are fucking

Remus Lupin (@remuslupout) retweeted: about time

Sirius Black (@blacksheep) retweeted: you don’t say

Remus Lupin (@remuslupout) retweeted: i do say

Peter Pettigrew (@petepettigrew) retweeted: im blocking both of u

Lily Evans (@liljane) retweeted: r u gonna hold up your end of the bargain @jimsradio

James Potter changed his username to @lilandjimsradio.

Lily Evans (@liljane) retweeted: nice

Wait, what?

(based on this) (look, there’s a part two)


Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”

It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.

They notice.

“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”

Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.

Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”

“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.

He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”

“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”

“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.

Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”

His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.

His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”

“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.

Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”

He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.



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so im absolutely obsessed with @skyesentinels ‘s youtube au and i got an IdeaTM (pls read the voltron youtube au frfr it’s s o good)

-For april fools, Keith and Pidge make a new channel for ‘supernatural hunting and alien spotting’
     -The video they post is just them running around Keith’s apartment while lance chases them while wearing a bedsheet
          -there are many gifs of lance tripping and face planting because he can’t see
-they all think it’s just an one time thing they did for a funny april fools thing but no
     -the fans won’t allow it
     
-the channel somehow gets to 100,000 subscribers, and keith and pidge get sent an actual silver play button from youtube for a channel they made as a joke
      -then they realize that they can’t just let the channel die now
-So they continue making videos
-they start out mostly the same as the first video, just obviously fake ‘paranormal activity’ while someone chases them
     -there are also many gifs of shiro dragging keith away while being the ‘ghost’
     -also many, many audio clips of keith’s high pitched screaming as this is done
-Lance is a fan favorite in these videos because he always ends up screaming and falling into keith’s arms
     -the klance shippers l i v e for this channel
-shiro is the worst to have in these videos unless he’s the ghost
     -shiro: maybe the real ghost was the friends we made along the way
     -keith: sh u t up shiro this is s e r i o u s
     -”yea i’d punch a ghost. I’d fight every single ghost in the astral plane. im not scared”
-there’s a video of keith filming lance in the middle of his morning routine and yelling “look guys! It’s a ghost, and it’s hideous
     -the rest of the video is the camera shaking while keith runs for his life
-there are x-file memes everywhere
     -every single video there are new clips on tumblr with the x-files theme playing
-g h o s t  a d v e n t u r e  m e m e s
     -”My name is Keith Kogane. I’ve never believed in ghosts until I came face to face with one. So I set out on a quest to capture what I once saw onto video….With no big camera crews following us around, I am joined only by my fellow investigator Pidge Holt and our equipment tech Hunk Garrett. The three of us will travel to the some of most highly active paranormal locations, where we will spend an entire night, being locked down from dusk until dawn….Raw…Extreme…These are our Ghost Adventures.”
     -this leads the fandom to make memes about zak bagans being keith’s boyfriend
     -lance doesn’t realize that it’s all a meme and he’s??? So confused?? Like i thought keith and i bonded???? Who is zak and what does he have that i dont???????
      -”zak bagans is my boyfriend and i would die for him” -keith probably
      -keith does have a lowkey unironic crush on zak bagans and the only one that knows is shiro
-then they start making other videos of them doing things like looking for aliens/bigfoot/mothman ect
     -everyone likes these videos too because keith almost always starts ranting that mothman is r e a l.
     -pidge does the same but with nessie
-this leads to them making videos about conspiracy theories
     -these are basically just 30 minute long unedited videos of them screaming about cryptids
-they also start doing those cursed games like the bath game and midnight game
     -they get the whole gang together to play the midnight game but it’s basically just them sitting in a dark room with candles pretending to feel stuf
     -except lance who claims he’s actually feeling things, but in reality its just keith messing with him
-their videos sometimes end with the police showing up one way or another
      -once they had to pause making a video because keith screamed so loud that his neighbors thought he was dying so now there’s footage of keith awkwardly explaining to a police officer what they were doing
      -the fandom has started making bets to whether or not the police will show up in the next video or not
-theres a compilation of videos from pidge’s snapchat that are just a slow zoom of keith’s face as he does something with the caption ‘caught a cryptid on video!!!!!!!!’
     -keith tried to get her back but he’s much less sneaky about it so most of keith’s video’s usually end with pidge tackling him
-the fans get ‘#cryptidkeith’ treading on twitter and keith wants to die
     -most of it is edits of keith’s face of bigfoot or screenshots of keith in the background of a shot with that red circle and zoom in of him (see: @keithsightings)
     -theres also a lot of keith x mothman
     -keith has never been more impressed and also disgusted by his fandom

anonymous asked:

"You dont want me" ladynoir

Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly. 

She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery. 

“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.” 

“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.” 

“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back. 

She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!” 

“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.” 

“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.” 

“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.” 

“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression. 

He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.” 

“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg. 

“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.” 

“This can’t be happening,” she moaned. 

“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.” 

“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?” 

“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.” 

“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”  

“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder. 

“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!” 

“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.” 

“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”

“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.” 

“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.

“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” 
“Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.” 

He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously. 

“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.” 

“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?” 

“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.” 

“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose. 

“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly. 

“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?” 

“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.” 

“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” 
“Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.” 

Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.” 

“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.” 

“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly. 

“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good. 

“That is high praise indeed My Lady.” 

“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?” 

“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.” 

She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her. 

“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.” 

“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well. 

“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.” 

Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.” 

“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh. 

“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.” 

“And why is that Kitty?” 

“Well,” Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.” 

“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show. 

“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.” 

“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked. 

“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.” 

“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.” 

“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it. 

“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.”
“And what’s that?” 

“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.” 

“And what is that?” 

“Her parent’s own a bakery.”  

Virginity

Requested - Hi! Could you write something with Aaliyah and Y/N. Like they get along pretty well and like Aaliyah asks Y/N about losing Virginity (Y/N lost it very soon) or something like that. Thanks!

Requested - Heyy, I have an imagine request 💕 so, you’re visiting Shawn in Canada and he’s busy, so you end up spending time with Aaliyah (like take her shopping or out for milkshakes or something) and Shawn finds out and he thinks it’s really sweet and fluff fluff fluff

Your name: submit What is this?

~~~

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” Shawn says for what seems like the hundredth time as he glances over at you briefly before refocusing his eyes on the road in front of him.

“Don’t be.” You respond with a cheeky smile. “I get to drive your jeep and hang out with your sister, so it’s a win-win for me.”

“Have I told you lately that you’re the best?” He asks.

“Maybe once or twice,” you tease, a smile on your face as you genuinely appreciate this time you’re getting to spend with your boyfriend, even if it isn’t a lot. You came to Canada to visit him, but he ended up having to rehearse at the last minute, which kind of ruined your original plans for the afternoon.

The drive to his rehearsal space goes by far too quickly, and before you know it you’re driving his jeep out of the parking lot on your way to pick up Aaliyah from school. Since Shawn ended up being busy, you offered to pick up his sister from school and take her to the mall. You’ve grown really close to Aaliyah over the past year that you’ve been dating Shawn, and since you don’t have a younger sister, you take full advantage of getting to spend time with Aaliyah and play an older sister role in her life.

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Some quick musings on the new update

thelostspecial.com

Here is the text, with my first thought comments in bold:

I was going to draw this out longer but the truth is, I’m bored.

OK

There is no Lost Special. There never was, and there never will be.

And you know this objectively?

Once again, in their need to keep this midnight train going, TJLC fans created something out of nothing.

Even if that is that case, why do you care?

Seeing this obsession with “The Lost Special,” even though series 4 was clearly over, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to run a sociological experiment with a vicious fandom in denial.

Steven brought it up, not us.  Also, even if the series is over, that doesn’t mean it’s over.  They’ve repeatedly said they have through series 5 mapped out. It was only in December 2016 they started hinting at “we don’t know, this could be it.” Sure Jan.

My poorly assembled website took not more than twenty minutes to cobble together (as some people rightly pointed out) and very little effort to maintain.

This is a lie.  

“By the pricking of my thumbs (something wicked this way comes)”- I edited an ominous message into the code and title, referencing the Macbeth quote used in The Six Thatchers. It was strange to see how many people didn’t recognise the “pricking” quote and even criticised the website because it allegedly didn’t call back to Sherlock in any way- except that I was directly quoting a series 4 episode.

Except most of us did recognize this?  What about your dancing man code reference to Unto the Breach?

Watching fans defend how shoddy the website is, in their need for thelostspecial to be real was especially funny. It was also funny to see the people who guessed the website was fake and said as much, but didn’t even care because they desperately needed something to hold onto, with Sherlock over.

Whichever, why do you care?  Why would it be funny to you?

Then there’s the people who clocked that thelostspecial.com wasn’t “real”… and yet never question their own dedication to TJLC and/or the existence of a fourth episode of series 4, concepts entirely created by Tumblr.

The lost special site was only one of hundreds of indications something is fucky.  

 Anyhow. Next, I threw a random bunch of numbers and photos out there to see how people would scramble and react, and you didn’t let me down. Mostly I chose the first photo I found of a character that I liked the look of, in Google; there wasn’t real logic. I re-used some images out of laziness. I used an online generator to make the Dancing Men/Henry V code post.

So the meanings we found in everything, tying it somehow back to Sherlock, or ACD canon, or anything else were all coincidences?  

What do we say about coincidences?

40, 27, kra, the various “hints” you think you found on the website and found countless possible meanings of, they were chosen at random. Even the elephant photo was chosen at random. It wasn’t until after I edited it into the main website photo that I discovered the poor thing was named Mary and had been shot and executed for killing a man (on 9.13.16. Everyone overthought that one too much.)  So I used that info because it was serendipitous. “The universe is rarely so lazy?” Friends, the universe is often lazy.

“They were chosen at random.”  “The universe is rarely so lazy?

Sure Jan.

When I added a black image with five pixels of colour to the website, you did not let me down. People played with the image until they became convinced it was QR code spelling something out. It was just five meaningless pixels of nothing, created in MS Paint.

Yet you did the whole thing in 20 minutes.

The static gif was taken from a YouTube video of TV static from some movie, with an old Moriarty close-up thrown in.

We know, 28 days later.  With Moriarty loaded in.  Again, whole thing in 20 minutes.

The photo of John and Sherlock sitting in the watery 221B, I got it from Farfarawaysite.com, and scaled it down a little because the photo was large. That’s it. I didn’t change the proportions in any way, or alter the colours, or add anything to the photo. Anything you saw in it, you imagined. I left the big black header on the website as a hint to keep your eye on those, since the thing I changed on 2/11 was in the similar Twitter header.

”That’s it. I didn’t change the proportions in any way, or alter the colours, or add anything to the photo. Anything you saw in it, you imagined.”

Like Murderous Mary being photoshopped into the back picture? Sure Jan: http://whimsicalethnographies.tumblr.com/post/156824256785/221bloodnun-whimsicalethnographies

I changed the plain black header of the Twitter to a black one with a word embedded in it. The profile photo was changed to a plain black photo with XX hidden in it. No one bothered checking it, though clearly the account was active again, so I changed the profile photo to show the Xs, as a hint to look deeper. Finally people found the “clue” today, not that it matters. The word spelled out there is another blind alley that leads nowhere.

Then accept all our follow requests.  

MMTE: The source code message was a hint toward Murderous Mary the Elephant, which some of you guessed but no one looked for it.

murderousmarytheelephant.tumblr.com

(Don’t bother trying to access it, there’s nothing in there.)

DON’T LOOK NOTHING TO SEE HERE, EVEN THOUGH THERE’S A PASSWORD.

There was no set schedule for changes to thelostspecial. I used intermittent reinforcement to keep people frustrated but coming back for more. That’s why I added and removed things at unexpected times. There is no pattern.

Ok?

For people wondering, wow, why would anyone take so much time to do this? Well, I didn’t. Creating the plain black squares with a few letters, throwing a message into the source coding,  and uploading the new website photo of John and Sherlock took maybe 5 minutes. Creating a side blog with no posts and keeping it private takes one minute.

Except the photoshopping you DID do as established would have taken more.  Even searching for the first image you found would have taken time.

Overall, it takes less than twenty minutes a week to do this, once it was set up, because really? You do all the work for me. You all did what TJLCers do best- you took a bunch of random data, inflated it into something much more complicated than it really was, and created your own narrative out of it. Even knowing it might be nothing, and was probably just a fan-made site, you’ve still allowed yourselves to get worked up over it and allowed yourselves to hope. You’re reading into nonsense and finding clues where there are none, and naturally most of those “clues” pointed exactly where you wanted them to point to. Confirmation bias at its finest.

Well all I get from this is that we’re smarter than you are.

Learn from this.

Stop falling into conspiracies. Trust yourself when you can see that something isn’t real or likely. Alternately, find something that doesn’t make you feel sad or heartbroken.

Seriously?  “Trust yourself when you can see that something isn’t real or likely.”

Instincts are to be trusted, John.  

Also, my instincts have gotten me into a pretty good place. I’ll keep trusting them, thanks, and they tell me something is fucky.  We’ve seen this episode before.  

Goddamn you’re arrogant.

A few final notes:

“And in conclusion *jerk off motion*

I was somewhat entertained by the several dozen times people attempted to reset the password for the website and access the control panel. If I was petty, I would’ve logged your IPs and reported you to your ISP. (Don’t worry, I didn’t. I don’t care that much.)’

You cared enough to look.  

I didn’t send the “mole” anons or any other messages on Tumblr. I think other fans decided to join the game. I imagine they’ll continue until they get bored, too.

Read: I can’t say why everything else is fucky too.  Must be more people like me.

The only twitter account connected to thelostspecial.com is twitter.com/thelostspecial. I have no idea who runs the “contact” twitters but I’m positive they’re fan accounts. (If you think BBC-sanctioned accounts would post like that, I have a bridge to sell you.) As for my twitter, I set up the thelostspecial twitter account, followed some BBC-related accounts and left it alone for a week while TJLC fans went wild trying to suss out who I was following. That’s all I did with it.

Then accept my follow request.  Seriously, YOU’RE SO CLEVER I need to follow you to learn your secrets.

I didn’t start thelostspecial Instagram account. Someone else did that, I don’t know who.

Nobody asked.  Actually, I didn’t even know there was an instragram account.  Did anyone else know?

And if you enjoyed hunting, try a legitimate online riddle game, such as Amnesya.com for a challenge! All the fun, none of the TJLC and fandom “fucky” business.

Well, since you brought up “fucky business,” why are they screenshots of the Shrewd Living posts in the “Museum?” Did you do that too? Wow.  In charge of a scam website.  Oh, you don’t know about that?  Then why put it in there?  Why, John?

Nah.

Sherlock Series 4 is over. This is the end.

Thanks for playing TheLostSpecial! Goodbye and God bless.

Seriously, we’ve seen this episode before.

WE’VE SEEN THIS EPISODE BEFORE.

That Was Not Acting - Cody Christian imagine

Summary: Y/n is an actress, she stars as Theo’s beta on Teen Wolf and has been for the past 1 ½ years. Her character Rebecca is required to have a steamy make out session with Theo leading into other things. No one knows that both Y/n and Cody are actually in a serious relationship until now.

Warning: Steamy make out sesh,kinda fluff and suggested smut.

A/N: gif credit to their respected owners ps ignore the fact i used Scallison as a gif it was the closest to my imagination XD

Originally posted by asplittingoffrerard

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The day started like any other I arrived on set at a quarter to 8 as I always did, as usual Shelley and Tyler were on set first. I parked my car,grabbed my phone and bag then made my way out locked the car and went on with my way.

“Hey Y/n,on time as usual” Tyler greeted “that’s my girl” Shelley embraced me sweetly “So whatcha wanna do till showtime?” I asked “I dunno how bout pull a prank?” Tyler smirked wickedly “yes totally” Shelley moved her hands like a wicked scientist “but who?” I wondered “well we’ve done Dylan,Sprayberry,Ryan,Victoria-” Tyler began but Shelley cut him off “Khylin,Michael, Ian,J.R,Melissa,Holland,Each other” I pondered “Cody..we haven’t done Cody” I smiled nervously “that’s so true” Tyler exclaimed “let’s get a move on it he gets here by before 9″ Shelley expressed.

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anonymous asked:

hello! can you rec me a famous/nonfamous where they interacted over twitter? ive read "thats sounds fake buy okay" and its addictive j want more. help? thank youuu

(I love you anon, you and me should be BFF)

- baby, you’re my only reason : Harry’s famous and Louis’ a big fan. or, “you’re a celebrity and you just broke up and i tweeted you a selfie and said “date me” and you thought i was serious?“ au (6k)

Then We Talk Slow   : A famous/non-famous AU in which Louis banters back and forth with his new record company on Twitter, only to find out that Harry is the man behind the tweets. (20k)

- we’re still going, eight in the morning, :Harry washes his hands quickly before grabbing his phone. His screen lights up to 3 notifications.DJTommo is now following you!@DJTommo mentioned you in a tweet!Direct Message from @DJTommo!Harry yelps, throwing his phone to Niall who just barely catches it.Niall looks down at the phone, seeing first the tweet, then the DM. He tosses the phone back to Harry, who nearly drops it. “What are ya doing, mate! Answer him!”Harry thinks for a moment about what he wants to say. This is his chance to actually talk to Louis Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson messaged him directly. He can say anything he wants. He begins typing, his fingers shaky.Niall comes over to stand next to Harry and peers down, looking to see what he wrote. When he does, he lets out a groan….Or, the one where Harry owns a bakery, Louis is a radio DJ, and Niall and Liam roll their eyes at their incessant flirting. (31k, Twitter)

- say you want me : Louist95: @HarryStyles, I’m personally offended that you haven’t invited me to your concert in Leeds next week. Proper fan I am and all.HarryStyles: @Louist95 Proper fan? I’m personally offended on behalf of all our fans everywhere that you’ve lumped yourself with them. ~ A Famous/Not-Famous AU featuring Liam, Zayn, and Harry as the members of Sonic Boom, an English band that unexpectedly sky rocketed to international fame, Niall as their biggest fan, and Louis as the exact opposite. Harry’s a closeted pop star and Louis is the uni student he keeps fighting with on Twitter. It’s all silly banter until it turns into something else. (31k)

- you don’t have to play the part : : or the one where Harry is Britain’s new pop sensation, Louis is R&B star Zayn’s sassy social media manager and things get confusing. (17k)

- Every Story Ever Told Becoming a best-selling author isn’t as difficult as Louis would have guessed. It seems all you need these days is the perfect blend of alcohol induced philosophy, complete disregard for one’s dignity, a live blog about how fucked love is, and a bored publisher interested enough to offer him a deal. (54k, Twitter)

- two feet standing on a principle: The one where they pretend to still be a couple and it’s a disaster until it’s not. (Harry is a famous fashion model and Louis works at the mall, nobody knows they broke up two weeks ago.) (10k, Twitter)

- You’ve Got the Face to Play the Role, : Harry is a writer at Sugarscape with a not so secret crush on BBC actor Louis Tomlinson. (5k, Tumblr and Twitter)

- And this old world is a new world   : Louis works in a little coffee shop although he hates coffee but what can you do when you’re pretty much living day by day trying to ignore that dream of yours you’re too scared to pursue. And then Harry enters the scene, or more precisely the coffee shop. He’s beautiful and kind and funny and also famous and not in town for very, very long. But that doesn’t keep Louis from maybe falling for him a bit and his friends from randomly inviting him along to go golfing. (44k, twitter)

- RootsThere aren’t many things that make Harry Styles nervous. He’s spent the past couple of years on and off various stages, filled with screaming fans, all chanting his name, loud and adoring. He’s done countless interviews, some even on live, national television, never faltering over his words, answers meticulously planned out, smooth and steady. He’s signed countless autographs, taken just as many photos, and even when he sat in his label’s studio, waiting to see how high up on the charts his single made it, he didn’t feel uneasy or uncomfortable. It’s all been unbelievably fun. No, there aren’t many things that make Harry Styles nervous.Enter Louis Tomlinson. (43k)

Hoseok

BOYFRIEND BANGTAN | HOSEOK VERSION 

WORD COUNT: 1,534

FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF with the lightest most PG mention of sex

Originally posted by syubto

masterlist | ask


  • the shyest most subtle confession over dinner because he’s low-key terrified you’ll reject him and say you don’t want to ruin the friendship between you 
  • feels kinda pressured into confessing his feelings because yoongi called him a pussy and said if he didn’t man up soon you’d find a relationship elsewhere 
  • but once you start smiling he realises you feel the same way and he’s just so happy and smiley like actual sunshine because he’s in love with his best friend who loves him back
  • you get mad at him because he’s telling you to hurry up and finish eating because he wants to take you to the Han River as your first official date as a couple
  • HAND HOLDING
  • he would initiate hand holding, low-key playing it off as an accident when his knuckles kept grazing yours but his hearts beating so fast when he takes the plunge and finally grabs your hand 
  • the biggest smiliest sunshine 
  • constantly telling the other members about your date nights while asking for more suggestions on places he can take you 
  • you go on so many coffee shop dates it’s kind of hilarious like he just loves taking you to the same quiet independent little coffee shop that you went to before you started dating 
  • he prefers dates to be after hours aka like 9pm onwards to lessen the chances of you being seen together so he can have you all to himself with no worries of fans or paparazzi
  • very protective 
  • doesn’t like it when you put yourself down, has a tendency to frown a lot and rolls his eyes every time you mention the word diet 
  • sentimental gifts rather than expensive ones. he buys you your favourite flowers almost every week and gets your couple selfies printed off and framed for you
  • book recommendations all the time, you swap books when he goes away to promote or tour and compare opinions about each other’s choice on skype or via text if he was really busy 
  • COUPLES DANCE LESSONS
  • supportive boyfriend 101 retweets everything you put on twitter like yeah that’s my girl and she got this please follow her and tell her she’s beautiful 
  • the cutest birthday, valentine’s day and christmas gifts
  • he says he doesn’t have a clue what to buy you but when push comes to shove he gets you the cutest things like beautiful hand embroidered notepads and stationary sets and more pictures of you both in frames and a bottle of your favourite perfume and things you can do together
  • COOKING CLASSES 
  • his family love you because you make him a happier person like since you guys started going out he never doubts himself and even the other members notice the positive change 
  • he keeps you separate from them for a while because he wants to make sure that this is for real before he introduces you to his second family as they can be a bit of a handful 
  • a stern talk from prince jin about what’ll happen to you if you hurt his precious dance king jhope 
  • hoseok apologising about it for a year because he’s so embarrassed his hyung would corner you like that 
  • SCRAPBOOKING DATES
  • he’d be really into you making scrapbooks and documenting your time together in general he’d think it’s super creative and sit at the coffee table with you and help 
  • ofc he’s not very good at the artsy part but he’s excellent at holding things in place while you tape them down part 
  • such a funny boyfriend, always trying to get you to smile because he thinks your smile is the brightest thing on the planet and he just loves you so much it’s almost overwhelming for him 
  • CHEESY PETNAMES BECAUSE HE KNOWS YOU HATE THEM
  • facetime dates when he’s in the practice room so he can show you his new dances and ask for your opinion, gets high-key flustered when you’re like damn collect that’s my boi 
  • a very cuddly relationship 
  • a lot of playing footsie when you’re laid on the sofa watching films or sat across from each other at a table 
  • binge watching all of his favourite childhood movies when he has days off schedule, you don’t mind though because it turns out some of them are your favourite childhood movies too 
  • sex isn’t a factor in the relationship until around 3 months in, it would’ve been a little earlier but Mother Nature wasn’t playing ball that week
  • likes to leave hickeys, likes receiving them even more 
  • got caught having sex at the dorms once by an innocent jimin who just wanted to get his razor but got so much more than a shave that day. he’s more embarrassed about it than you two 
  • amazing sex
  • comforts you when you argue with a family member over something silly, but never voices an opinion as he knows you’ll be back talking to them before the sun goes down 
  • makes an effort with your friends especially your best friend like he turns into a comedy genius when they’re around because he’s so intent on impressing them
  • a nervous ball of sunshine until your best friend admits that they think he’s a keeper and say he’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had by a long shot
  • let’s you wear his jackets but don’t touch his sunglasses because he’ll go off if he’s missing a pair 
  • BUYS YOU STUFFED ANIMALS 
  • lives for your friendship circle drama, has to know who said what about who’s boyfriend and why that person stood the other one up for lunch last week. he has to know everything about what’s happening but god help them if they ever dragged you into it 
  • tries to set your friends up with yoongi 
  • cries when you cry because he can’t handle seeing his angel so upset even if it’s period cramps that has you in tears he’ll empathise with you and cry himself, before running to the store for ice cream and a heat pack 
  • decides you should go on a weekend away to ireland around 8 months into the relationship, realises there and then that this is for life and he wants to spend every minute he can by your side 
  • ireland becomes your special place and you have annual visits that just so happen to coincide with your anniversary or the nearest he can get to it without it conflicting with his schedule 
  • you’re the first one to say “I love you” because for him it goes without saying and he thought you already knew how he felt 
  • he says it back immediately 
  • always texting you random questions like “did you brush your teeth yet?” “have you eaten today?” “did you stretch before your workout?” but it’s because he cares about the little things just as much as the more significant ones 
  • ROMANTIC A F 
  • hand written love letters sealed with candle wax in the mail when he’s on tour because he knows you’ll keep them and maybe even put them in a scrapbook 
  • likes going for walks in the rain but makes sure you’re so wrapped up in your scarf and coat and hat that you can barely move or breathe 
  • kind, caring and considerate
  • addicted to pinterest so he can help find new arts and crafts for you to do together
  • has a scrapbook board especially for you
  • asks you to move in with him 2 years into the relationship
  • apartment-hunting dates when he’s off schedule because he wants your new home together to fit both of your personalities perfectly 
  • has to be pet friendly 
  • has to have a nice view
  • has to have a shower AND a bath
  • once you find the perfect place he’s just so happy like he can’t believe he’s doing this with the person he loves and he’s thrilled the day you actually move in
  • calls the other members to help with boxes
  • gets mad when namjoon drops one
  • orders a pizza for your first meal together in the new house but forgets to change the address online so jungkook texts him from the dorms all like “thanks for the pizza man” 
  • you end up going for a walk round your new neighbourhood and find a cute mexican restaurant which becomes your absolute favourite thing ever and even though he prefers a korean BBQ place up the road he always takes you there instead cause he knows you love it
  • showers with the door open
  • secretly loves it when you can’t do something and have to ask for help i.e when he screws the nutella jar so tight and it’s impossible for you to ever open again 
  • putting your cooking classes to good use and hosting big meals with the members and their girlfriends and dinner parties with your families
  • buys an engagement ring 3 and a half years into the relationship but is too scared to ask you, has to have another pep talk from yoongi and then he’s R E A D Y™
  • gets all dressed up in a designer suit and tells you to dress red carpet worthy before taking you to the fanciest most amazing hotel for the weekend where he plans on asking you to be his forever

From Break Up to Make Up (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: SMUT, Angst, & Slight-Romantic
Words: 2,606
POV: 3rd/2nd Person 
Song(s) That Inspired Me: Metronome

Summary: After yet another dating scandal breaking out, this time for you, Jungkook finally let his jealously get to him. Unfortunately, you have grown weary of the constant fighting, especially since it was always about the other one being jealous. Finally having deciding it was enough, you called it quits, however, will Jungkook let you go that easy?


Originally posted by mrspreadinglegsjungkook

[BREAKING NEWS*] MYSTIC’S Y/N AND GOT7’S YUGYEOM IN A RELATIONSHIP?

According to Dispatch News, these two have been in a relationship since late 2015 and have met through a mutual friend, who sources say is BTS’s Jungkook. A close friend of the two state that these two started off as a sunbae-hoobae relationship and then gradually became friends. From there, after seeing that they had similar tastes in music, they began to meet up whenever their schedules allowed them to do so and romantic feelings began to develop. No comment from either JYP Entertainment or Cube Entertainment, but we will update this story as soon as we can.

Jungkook stared blankly at his phone, trying to wrap his head around the fact that his girlfriend was supposedly dating his close friend. He felt his grip tighten on his phone, almost wanting to break it or throw it against the wall. Many ARMYs say that Hoseok’s temper is scary, well they have yet to see Jungkook angry and when one does, just stay clear of him. He doesn’t know how many times he stared at the article and it was not helping that many fans were tagging the official BTS twitter account, where he and the rest of the members take turn uploading and talking to their fans, in related news article about the subject. Some even saying that they ship you and Yugyeom together. Lost in his thoughts of the possibility that his girlfriend and his close friends are fucking each other, he failed to hear you enter the apartment.

           “Baby! I’m home!” You shouted from the entrance way as you took off your shoes and switched to slippers.

Jungkook exhaled deeply and then inhaled as he stood up from the couch and walked calmly towards you.

Your eyes lit up at the sight of your boyfriend and when you leaned up to give him a kiss, you were instead greeted by his phone.

           “What am I looking at?” You questioned, eyeing the screen.

Jungkook stared blankly at you, trying to calm the raging anger that was threatening to seep out. He then scrolled down to the article that was the source of his anger.

You took one look at the article title and dread and panic filled her eyes.

           “I-it’s not what it looks like, Kook.” You tried to explain, fully aware how scary his temper can get.

Jungkook scoffed, “Funny because it looks like that you’re dating my close friend as well as me….” He mocked as he shoved his phone back in his pocket.

You flinched at the harshness of his tone, “It’s a misunderstanding…Besides, what about you and your dating scandals? Like the one with Lisa? I never once had gotten angry with you over that?!” You argued, feeling the anger build inside. You two were always at each other’s throats over the issue of jealousy. Neither one of you guys wanting to say that you were feeling jealousy whenever a dating scandal came out.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, “Really? You never once had gotten jealous over my dating scandals? You’re such a hypocritical bitch…” He retorted, no longer masking his anger anymore.

You felt a slight pain in your heart after hearing him call you a hypocritical bitch. You quickly gotten rid of that pain and replaced with anger that was equally on par with the anger he was feeling.

           “You know what…  I’m done.” You stated, angrily walking away from him.

Jungkook stared at you, “What did you just say?” He whispered both in disbelief and angry as he followed you into your bedroom.

Before you could slam the door in his face, he firmly placed his hand on the other side of the door, putting all his strength into holding the door open. Realizing that he wasn’t going to give up, you stopped pushing against your side of the door and let Jungkook inside the room. He angrily slammed the door and locked it, so you two could argue in peace and not be interrupted by the off chance your members stop by and say hi.

You took of your shirt, remaining in your lacey bra, as you rummaged through your closet for a change of clothes.

           “I asked you a question Y/N.” Jungkook said, leaning against the wall in front of your walk-in closet.

You scoffed, “Yeah and I’m refusing to answer so… sucks to suck.” You replied, venom dripping down every word.

Not wanting to deal with your attitude, Jungkook impatiently walked towards and roughly grabbed you, causing you to drop the clothes you wanted to change into. He then pushed you up against the wall, roughly pinning your arms above your head that way you couldn’t hit him.

You glared at your ex-boyfriend, “Let me go, you asshole or else I will kick you in the nuts.” You threatened as you struggled against his iron grip.

Jungkook then pinned his body against yours in response, “Now what are you going to do baby girl?” He whispered harshly as he towered over you.

You continued to struggle against his hold, “Seriously Jungkook, I am sick and tired of this…” You quietly confessed, trying to control the adrenaline and raging hormones that were pumping throughout your veins.

Jungkook leaned in closer, your lips hovering over each other, “What are you sick and tired of?” He asked, loosening his grip on your wrists.

You instantly noticed that and took it as a chance to break free, which you did. You roughly pushed him away and then tried to leave that room, however, as soon as you were close the door, Jungkook hoisted you up and carried you over his shoulders like a bag of rice. He then roughly dropped you on your bed and angrily took off his shirt, exposing his well-tone upper body. He instantly straddled your body, locking your place, and pinned your arms above your head once again.

You sighed from frustration, whether it is from anger or sexual has yet to be determined.

           “Have you always been this defiant?” He questioned, chuckling to himself.

You rolled your eyes, “Only when you’re an asshat, babe…” You replied sarcastically.

Jungkook shook his head lightly, showing of this almost evil smirk, as he began to lightly trail his finger down your jawline and all the way between the crack of your breasts. He began to massage one of your breasts that were still covered by your bra. He then placed his hand underneath the material and began to lightly pinch your nipple, causing it to become erect.

You bit your lip, hoping to fight off any light moans that were threatening to come out.

           “Get off me.” You angrily demanded, sending him a hard glare.

Jungkook responded by pinching your nipple hard, earning a loud yelp from you.

           “Why? I think you need to be punished…” He taunted as he eyed your breasts hungrily.

You continued to glare, “Oh? I need to be punished? If anything, you need to be punished for going all crazy on me. Like what the hell, Jungkook? Out of all the dating scandals I have been in, this is the only one that made you go berserk!” You argued back.

Jungkook stayed quiet, lightly nodding. You eyed him strangely, wondering why he isn’t saying anything. Suddenly, he roughly sat you up, basically tore your bra off and forced your shorts and panties off as well. Feeling the cool air hit your naked back, you quickly grabbed a pillow to cover your now exposed body, but Jungkook wasn’t having any of that.

           “Lie down. Now.” He demanded angrily yet seductively as he proceeded to take off his jeans and boxers, finally freeing his cock that was hardening to the point where it was pressing against the zipper.

You scoffed for the nth time that evening, “Or else what?” You questioned, clearly not losing your stubborn spirit.

Jungkook pushed you down on the mattress roughly and lightly held your neck, “Baby girl… you don’t want know what will happen if you continue to defy me…” He whispered almost evilly.

You froze at his tone of voice, never once in their relationship have you heard him use that tone of voice. It made you shudder and strangely, in a good way…

Jungkook smirked at your silence, “Oh now my baby girl wants to be quiet…” He said as he trailed his other hand down your torso and all the way down to your core. He lightly began to caress you folds, letting you suffer for all the times he had suffer from jealousy.

You whimpered from both his teasing and the added pressure on your neck. Who would have thought you would enjoy light choking?

           “Like that?? What if I did this?” He asked as he proceeded to insert not one, but two finger inside your wet core that was slowly becoming lubricated from your juices. He started off slowly, thrusting his fingers in her tight pussy, even doing the scissoring motion.

You let out an airy moan, “J-Jungkook…” You whimpered.

Jungkook began to mercilessly thrust his fingers in you without any warning, causing you to let out a series of loud moans.

           “Did I say that you could talk to me?” He asked with a serious expression written on his face.

You stayed quiet, trying to catch your breath, but the silence was short lived due to Jungkook assaulting your clitoris now with both his mouth and fingers. He continued his assault until he felt your walls contract around his fingers, signaling him that you were ready to cum. Just as you were about to cum all over his fingers, Jungkook immediately stopped.

           “Next time, listen to your oppa. Be a good girl and I will reward you, okay?” He asked as he lightly caressed your thigh.

You absentmindedly nodded your head, “Okay…” your whispered.

Jungkook flashed a small smile, his first smile of the night, “Good girl… now tell oppa what you want.” He seductively cooed as he began to massage your neck to ease up on the pain from him choking your earlier.

           “I want you Jungkook…” You breathed, feeling your juices slowly drip down your thigh from his earlier assault.

Jungkook made a noise, “Are you sure? You don’t want Yugyeom fucking you hard. Pounding your tight pussy. Making you beg to make the unbearable pleasure to stop?” He taunted as he slowly rubbed your clit, adding a bit of pressure.

You began to form a devious smile, knowing exactly what will get him to fuck you quickly.

           “You know what…. Yeah, I want Yugyeom here instead of you…” You paused to observed Jungkook’s facial expression, “I want him fucking my pussy mercilessly. Leaving bite marks all over my boobs and neck. Simply claiming me as his own. I want him to make me moan loud until I can’t handle the amount of pleasure…” Before you could continue your taunt, Jungkook’s hand immediately landed on your neck.

           “Shut up…” He growled, anger flashing in his eyes as he, without warning, thrusted his hard cock in your soaking wet core.

           “Jungkook…” You whimpered as he pounded your soaking wet core, your pelvic bones colliding each time.

           “Don’t moan out my name… Moan out for Yugyeom… Remember, you wanted him fucking your tight pussy mercilessly.” He angrily yet seductively taunted before claiming your neck that wasn’t covered by his hand.

You whimpered, “I want you though Jungkook…”

Jungkook smirked at your words, “Then get on your hands and knees and bend over slightly.” He requested as he ceased his assault on your now bruised pussy. He quickly let go of your neck and let you sit up. You sat up and did what you were told.

Jungkook eyed your body hungrily, patiently waiting for you to be in the position. As soon as he saw your ass in his eye of sight, he quickly scooted his way behind you and…

           “Did you just smack my ass?” You questioned.

Jungkook smacked your ass hard again, “Yes, now be a good girl and grab a pillow because what I am about to do next, I don’t want your neighbors to call the cops on us…” He said vaguely as he slowly entered your pussy from behind, loving how tight your walls felt around his veiny cock.

You let out a breathy moan from his cock being inside your beaten yet still wet core again. Loving your moans, Jungkook began to thrust hard and fast, as he gripped on your hips to hit your pussy deeper.

           “R-right there, Jungkook!!” You moaned loudly, well loud as it could be since your face was planted in the pillow.

Fortunately for you, Jungkook heard your request and began to hit that spot, pounding mercilessly each time he did. Unable to take the pleasure he was feeling, he began to smack your ass until it was decorated with his hand prints. You began to cry out from the pain mixed with pleasure each time he did. You then lifted her head up from the pillow, no longer caring if your neighbors could hear both of your loud moans. You wanted the world to know that you were both taken.

Jungkook suddenly stopped assaulting you from behind and then lied down.

           “Ride me.” He demanded.

Wasting no time, you immediately straddled him, positioning your entrance over his hard cock. You then began to roll your hips as you slowly rode him.

Jungkook, loving seeing you ride his cock, let out loud moan as he rested his hands firmly on your hips and helped guide you. You leaned forward, resting your hands on his muscular chest, began to quicken you pace, enjoying seeing Jungkook’s face contort with pleasure.

           “You know… I think I could get used to seeing your boobs bounce in my face like this. Almost makes me want to take them in my mouth and leave my mark all over them…” He stated as he continued to eye them.

You chuckled lightly, “Then, why don’t you?” You teased as you stopped riding your boyfriend.

Taking your advice, Jungkook then sat up, causing you to gasp due to the newly found pleasure.

He raised his eyebrow in response, “Oh you like that?” He teased back as he rolled his hips, causing you to moan softly.

           “Y-yes…” You whimpered as he continued to that action over and over.

Jungkook chuckled lowly at your response, “Okay…” He replied before resting his head in the nook of your head and began assaulting the spots that weren’t covered by his love bites.

The two of you continued to fill the room with your moans until the both of you could no longer hold in your release. Jungkook, now resting beside you, stared blankly at the ceiling.

           “So… where do we go from here?” He asked, remembering that you mentioned that you guys were done earlier.

You, resting your head on Jungkook’s chest, looked up to meet his gaze, “Um…” You began, unsure how to answer him.

Jungkook then sat up, “I am willing to work on us if you are…” He mumbled shyly, flashing you a small yet loving smile.

You returned his smile, “Okay… I am willing to stay and work things out…” You replied softly as you sat up as well.

Jungkook placed a loving kiss on your temple and then pulled you down, so the two of you could drift off to a peaceful sleep.

           “I love you…” Jungkook muttered before sleep taking him away.

Unknowingly to him, you heard his words and felt your heart skip a beat.

           “I love you too…”


A/N: Boy that was steamy! Now, if you excuse me, I need to go bathe in Holy Water. Even though I had uploaded this before on my personal blog, this was technically my first smut that I have ever written on here so…. okay, enjoy it ;) Requests are open! Happy reading!

Since the Oscars are on Sunday and one of the internet’s boyfriends Ryan Gosling is nominated (but won’t win), I thought I’d update this post here on the lowkey cuteness of Baby Goose’s relationship with his lady of over five six years, Eva Mendes.

As I said before, this is mostly because folks like to pretend, 5+ years and two kids later, that his relationship with Miss Eva is just a fling, or he’s been “trapped” and some go as far as to hope, yes, HOPE, that he will cheat on his gal with Emma Stone or Rachel McAdams or whomever. So since I don’t see this level of disrespect stopping Sunday night or ever, I thought I’d give some love to Ryan’s actual lady love, whether she shows up with him at the Oscars or not (PLEASE SHOW UP, EVA). They are actual low key couple goals.

1. Ryan basically insisted on Eva for the role of his ex in The Place Beyond the Pines, saying Eva, at the time a casual acquaintance/friend of several years and mutual friend of his former co-star Kirsten Dunst, was underrated as an actress. Soon, he took her to Disney and it was on. They both would later say it was one of the best experiences they had on a film.

2. …he clearly was playing the long game on that set, LOOK AT HIS FACE 

Look at him, even when she wasn’t looking, boy was smitten 

3. He took his shot with an admirable quickness

Real quick. And the rest was history.

4. HEIGHT DIFFERENCE AND THE SMILING

5. No, really, she’s little. Standing on a big step in heels and yet still small

THEY’RE CUTE, OKAY. YOU LOVE THIS KIND OF SHIT, TUMBLR.

6. AND THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER WHEN SHE’S NOT LOOKING

7. Here’s Ellen getting Eva all blushing and giggling talking about Ryan

Eva’s also hella adorable and hilarious on her own, but I digress.

8. Ryan’s SNL shout out 

9. People trying to act like he’s not in a relationship? Ryan had an app for that

“I know that I’m with the person I’m supposed to be with,” he says, adding that the only quality he looks for in a woman is “that she’s Eva Mendes. There’s nothing else I’m looking for.”

10.  Both dog lovers, Ryan wears Eva’s late dog’s tag on his neck at an event

She also reps his dog on her instagram 

11. They share the same sense of humor, and are both huge fans of Atlanta and Broad City (Eva follows the BC girls on insta, and Ryan would quote BC on twitter. Constantly).

12. Ryan on Eva and their kids:

“…it’s like a dream that I’m having right now. I’m dreaming it all. So I feel so lucky…There was nothing kind of premeditated about it, you know. It just suddenly was: My life had changed. And thank God it did.”

And this, as he continues to say a lot with so little

“It sounds so clichéd, but I never knew that life could be this fun and this great.”

Aaaaand

When I ask him if he gets lonely, he says: “Not any more.”

Why not? “Because I have a family.” That takes it away? “Mmm-hmm.” But you’ve felt loneliness before? “In my life? Yeah.” When? Why? “I think, before I had a family.”

Ryan also appears to be close with Eva’s sister Janet.

13. Eva wears his clothes.

14. He gave her an emerald ring after the birth of their daughter Esmeralda. The Spanish word for emerald is…Esmeralda.

Eva has also spoken of how they play a lot of Latin music in their home and their insistence on keeping Eva’s culture in their daughters’ lives.

15. Ryan has engaged in a turf war with his daughter against other kids over Eva and Esmeralda’s “honor:”

“Some kid has been erasing [Esmeralda’s] name and writing their name over it. So now I’m in a proper tagging battle. And this kid has access to an unfair amount of chalk. I’m trying to explain to my little girl that this is [unacceptable]. She doesn’t care. She’s like, ‘Well let’s just chalk anywhere else,’ and I’m like, ‘No, no. They’re disrespecting your mother. Because, she gave you this name and they’re erasing it.’ You’ve got to be careful when you’re trying to teach your kid what a reasonable amount of vengeance is.” 

He appears to be very protective of Eva in general, even defending her over a bad joke she made about sweatpants.

16. Ryan constantly gives Eva her due, even when she doesn’t like it:

[’On the making of his directorial debut Lost River] “She hates credit and she’ll even be mad that I’m giving her that credit. But she was very helpful in so many ways.”

And he shared how she was responsible for one of the best lines out of La La Land:

“’LA worships everything and values nothing.’ That was something my lady said to me one day and I thought it was so funny I asked her if I could put it in the movie. She was kidding, but it’s a funny thing to say… I loved when she said it, because it’s funny enough to have some truth to it, you know? But it’s obviously a joke, so it just seemed appropriate for the movie.”

17. This adorable pic, taken at Ryan’s childhood home in Canada:

18. Possible ring situation happening here? How private they are compared to other celebrities, we’ll never know!

19. He really loves his family:

Are you rich, I ask him, halfway through our interview.

“What do you mean?” Gosling asks.

I’m not sure the question needs elaboration, but OK: do you consider yourself rich? Do you feel rich?

He pauses. “I mean, I live with angels,” he says eventually. “So. You know.”

What do you mean, you “live with angels”?

“My daughters” (Gosling has two children, a two-year-old and a nine-month-old) “My girl.” (The actress Eva Mendes, Gosling’s partner, the mother of his children.) “I don’t need anything else.”

20. And, of course, Ryan’s Golden Globes speech, where he acknowledges Eva’s silent, hard work behind the scenes, and honors her late brother:

So that’s it for this long-ass, long-winded post! That’s the last time I’m doing something like this!

Good luck at the Oscars, Ryan, you won’t win but hopefully you’ll have a good night! And hopefully with Eva! Never break up, ya crazy kids!

“Mundane World” - Alec Lightwood

Originally posted by madyvh91

(not my gif)

REQUEST: Alec and (Y/N) are dating but she is human and he visits her at night to make sure she is safe and she introcuces him to human things such as Netflix and video games.

(Y/N) and Alec Lightwood made a surprisingly cute couple. Alec, who was a shadowhunter, always hated mundanes. He never considered them as inferior, but he has always found them quite helpless and confusing. He never understood them or their lifestyle or why they were so fond of such things as Twitter or TV reality shows. Obviously, mundanes didn’t have to worry about demons or th battle against evil, but Alec thought that there were more important things to do in life than sit on a couch and watch a football game.

This is why everybody was surprised to see Alec get on really well with a mundane. (Y/N) and Alec met at a bar in town one night. Alec was on a mission with his sister, Isabelle, and (Y/N) was just having a few drinks all  by herself. Alec had accidentally spilled a drink all over (Y/N)’s shirt as he pushed someone out of the way. He was such in a rush to leave the bar – which was way too crowded with mundanes to his displeasure, that he hadn’t noticed that (Y/N) was yelling at him, until she voluntarily spilled her own drink on him.
“What the hell?” Alec had shouted as he turned around to face a very angry-looking girl.
“Newt time, you’d want to be more careful and apologize!” (Y/N) has yelled back at him.
“What did I do?” Alec asked, confused but still angry.
“You’re being a jerk!” (Y/N) had said before storming out of the bar.

Then, a few days later, Alec and (Y/N) bumped into each other again, but this time, the atmosphere was a lot more at peace. (Y/N) had apologized to Alec for her behaviour in the bar.
“I was having a bad day and, well, I was a bit drunk.” (Y/N) had explained to him.
She had offered him to go get some coffee and, to his own surprise, Alec had accepted. Since then, they were always hanging out together. Alec had told her that he was a shadowhunter and, oddly, (Y/N) didn’t seem surprised.
“I had a friend once, she was a shadowhunter too. I could tell you were one by the runes on your arms.” (Y/N) had told Alec.
“People usually think they are tattoos.” Alec shrugged.
“People are usually blind. They only see what they want to see.” (Y/N) had said.

(Y/N) was sat on her bed when she heard footsteps downstairs. She grabbed the first thing she found and held it in front of her, ready to defend herself. But the person who opened her bedroom door was no murderer or kidnaper, but her boyfriend, Alec Lightwood. Alec looked at his girlfriend, who was holding a lamp in her hand.
“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, puzzled.
“I thought you were a intruder!” (Y/N) said, putting the lamp back down on her bedside table.
“And what were you hoping to achieve with a lamp? Blinding me?” Alec asked, slightly amused.
“Oh, shut up.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “I wish you would stop using a rune to unlock the front door. Normal people knock, you know.” (Y/N) stated.
“Normal people are boring.” Alec shrugged.
Alec sat down on the bed next to (Y/N) and kissed her forehead.
“I was just checking on you. Is everything OK?” Alec asked.
“Yes. You know you don’t have to check on me every night, right? I can defend myself.” (Y/N) said, she sounded confident.
“Yeah, I saw that. That lamp looks pretty lethal.” Alec said, sarcastically.
“Shut up, will you?” (Y/N) laughed as she threw a cushion at Alec. He laughed too but then looked serious again.
“It’s just that now that Valentine is back and everything, I’m worried about you.” Alec declared, concerned.
“I’m fine, Alec. Plus, I’m not gonna wander around the streets at night. I have a date with Netflix tonight.” (Y/N) smiled.
What?” Alec said, angrily.
“What?” (Y/N) asked, confused.
“Who’s that guy?” Alec was furious.
“What guy?” (Y/N) aked, perplexed.
“That Netflix guy? The guy you said you’re going on a date with!”
(Y/N) bursted out laughing. Alec still looked furious.
“You think it’s funny?”
“No, babe, listen.” (Y/N) tried to stop laughing. “Netflix isn’t a guy. It’s a Platform to watch movies and TV series.” (Y/N) eplained.
“But you just said something about a date.” Alec said, confused.
“It’s an expression. What I meant to say was that my plans for tonight are to watch movies on Netflix, see?” (Y/N) turned the TV on and the screen read ‘NETFLIX’.
“Oh.” Alec felt a little embarrassed.
“I would never go on a date with someone else than my adorable non-mundane boyfriend.” (Y/N) declared.
(Y/N) kissed Alec’s lips and then looked at him.
“Do you have plans for tonight?”
“Not really.” Alec shrugged.
“Would you stay with me then? We can cuddle and Watch Netflix together.” (Y/N) said.
“I’d like that.” Alec smiled and laid down on the bed, holding (Y/N) tight against his chest as they watched ‘FRIENDS’ for the rest of the night.

“I like Netflix, after all.” Alec told his girlfriend, halfway through their ‘FRIENDS’ marathon.
“Welcome to the mundane world.” (Y/N) smiled.
“I mean, as long as it’s not a guy who is trying to steal my girlfriend.” Alec added.
(Y/N) laughed and kissed Alec passionately.

Pink Skies

PINK SKIES — you are my favorite everything. been telling girls that since i was 16. shut up, i love you. you’re my best friend. ( pink skies, lany )

REQUEST — archie comforts his best friend.

WORD COUNT — 2.3k

NOTES — a late v-day gift from me in the form of head-over-heels archie and his aloof best friend, the reader. this was originally going to be a quick little piece about y/n spraining her ankle and archie being her overprotective boyfriend; somewhere along the line, it ended up becoming archie trying to keep y/n’s mind off jason on her first valentine’s day without him. ( requests: open )

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Prove It || Jack Maynard Imagine

“Would it be okay if I called you princess?” A voice whispers into my ear. I laugh rolling my eyes.

“What do you want Maynard?” I ask turning around to face him. We’re stood in a basically empty library, I was previously glancing over the many shelves.

“Go on a date with me?” He says grabbing my hand in his softly.

“We’ve been through this,” I say shaking my head averting my gaze from him and back to the many books. I pull my hand away from him to pull out a story.

“Yes,” He begins,“But I’ve also explained to you that I’m not that guy anymore.”

“Prove it,” I say crossing my arms over my chest, silently challenging him.

“Fine,” He says spinning on his heel, walking away from me.

What has gotten into that boy?

It had been a few days since the encounter with Jack at the library and I hadn’t seen him since. Joe and Conor have both tried to call me, but each and every time I would decline their calls. But today the both of them had been calling me constantly.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter under my breath answering the phone, “Hello?” my voice thick with annoyance.

“Finally,” Conor’s voice comes booming through the phone, “Have you been online today?”

“No?” I ask skeptically.

“Open your laptop and log into twitter,” Doing as he says my eyes trail over Jacks most recent tweet.

It’s a screenshot of a note that he had written on his phone. It reads,

There is this girl. She’s the most beautiful, smart, kind, funny. She’s perfect in every way imaginable. Her H/C hair, Her beautiful smile, her lips, her nose, her arms, her legs, her hands, her feet, Each and every part of this amazing human is absolutely perfect. Her eyes, her gorgeous H/C eyes, it’s my favorite color. She’s my best friend. She’s the single most intelligent person I know. But she has one fault… she doesn’t realize how amazing and beautiful she is.

My eyes well with tears.

She gets prettier and prettier each and every time I see her. She’s outstandingly gorgeous, but that’s the least interesting thing about her. She makes me laugh so hard that my sides ache, Smile so big that I feel that my cheeks are going to tear in half. She’s an absolute weirdo, but that’s one of the main reasons I like this girl.

“Y/N?” Conor’s voice breaks my thoughts.

“I need to talk to your brother,” I say distractedly, Searching for a jacket.

“No need, he’s outside your door.” Conor hangs up after that. Placing my phone down on the counter top, I rush over to the door, opening it at lightning speed.

“Jack,” I breathe, Eyes raking over his bashful face, and down to the bouquet of roses. My hands come up to cover my mouth.

“Okay, I’m going to ask you this one more fucking time,” He laughs making me laugh, “Y/N, you are my best friend, Will you please be my girlfriend?”

I bite my lip nervously, taking a step forwards towards him I place my lips on him softly.

Why Vmin are called the “Soulmate Couple”

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Before I get into this, I’d like to say, that this will provide examples as to how amazingly close vmin are to being considered real life soulmates. It’ll also help anyone who wants to know about vmin’s relationship and how close the two actually are. But overall, it’ll definitely explain why some of the fandom refers to them as already soulmates. Whether it’s viewed platonically or romantically:)

Okay here we go. Pray for me to be able to get all of this in one post.

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HVFF Chicago 2017 Wrap Up

What an amazing weekend! First, I got to spend it with my dear friend @triciaolicity​. She generously let me stay at her house, which gave us ample more time to talk about Arrow and our lives as wives & mothers. We are two Irish ladies who love to sit around a kitchen table and share stories. She is such a blessing in my life. I love you!

Second, HVFF Chicago was AWESOME. Seriously great. I tweeted out as much information as I could, but I do have a few more details that cannot fit in a 144 character limit.

This was my third convention, not including SDCC. I realize there are so many of you who would love to go, but may never get the chance to for a variety of reasons. So, all the goodies I picked up at the convention I will be giving away.  It’s just my small way of trying to bring HVFF to you. The giveaways will start the week before 5x20 airs. I’ll give away something each week (5x20-5x23). I thought it’d be a fun way to wrap up the season together.

Back to HVFF though. Let’s dig in!

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All Started With a Song// Conor Maynard

Word Count- 1238

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times.) this will be a series! i alreyad have the first 4 or five parts written but its not finished yet. lets see were this goes! please give me your feedback and enjoy! :)

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You were sitting on your bed with two of your friends, Olivia and Alice. You three had been studying, or at least trying.

“My turn to play a song!” Alice laughed, grabbing your computer.

“Yeah, not like I was using that for my homework. You know that’s why I invited you over right?” you grabbed your notebook, opening it.

“Stop being a nerd,” Olivia said, closing her book.

As soon as you heard the beat of the song, you glared at Alice.

“You know I will get nothing done if he’s playing.” You sighed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, sliding the computer to you.

You stared at the screen, watching your celebrity crush sing.

Conor Maynard.

You had been gushing over him for the past year and a half. You found him through one of Joe Sugg’s videos. And you immediately fell in love.

You had completely forgotten about your homework, you were mesmerized by him. He was absolutely gorgeous.

Your friends knew this video was your favorite, because he looked so sexy in it.

It wasn’t an original song, it was a cover. But he always put a twist on his covers.

It was his deleted video of him covering Panda. You had memorized the entire thing, seeing as it was only 2 minutes long. You didn’t start signing until the part that Conor made.

“I don’t want a good girl, I’ve been rolling with the baldest.” You sang, looking at your friends. They had their phones facing you. They were Snap chatting you singing, they always did. You knew you could sing, but you never did. You chose to pick a different career path and keep that talent hidden.

Or so you thought.

“She told me models and she told me she’s an actress.” You smiled at their cameras. They quickly lowered their phones, posting the snap. But seconds later their phones were back up, filming you singing.

“Talking about how she been everywhere up on that atlas.” Alice made a funny face, causing you to laugh.

“Doesn’t make a difference, she’ll still end up on my mattress.” Olivia and Alice were both smiling, this encouraged you to keep going.

“Fuck your 15 minutes I’m the man of the hour. No more room up in my bed, let’s take it to the shower.” Great, now you were thinking about Conor in the shower. Your cheeks got red.

“Keep going!” one of them shouted.” You laughed, finishing the song.

You three laughed, “Why don’t you sing more often!” Olivia questioned.

“I don’t know, I just feel like it’s a hard career and I don’t want to be stressed my entire life. I rather be relaxed than be famous.” You grabbed your notebook, determined to get some homework done.

But then the next song came on, and your best friends looked at each other.

“No,” you said seriously, but there was a slight smile creeping onto your face.

It was Better Than You by Conor and Rita Oar. This song always got you three hyped.

“Please, we promise we’ll study after,” Alice pleaded.

“Promise?” you asked.

“YES!” they said in unison. You knew they were lying but agreed. You three began dancing to the music, abandoning your work.

This continued for the next 3 or 4 songs. It wasn’t until you guys decided to get food that your life would change.

You grabbed your laptop, following your best friends out to your kitchen.

“Ice cream?” you asked and they nodded their heads. While you got the food they grabbed the bowls and spoons.

“This is my favorite song!” Olivia screamed, turning it up.

It was Castle on the Hill by Ed Sheer an.

After you finished dispersing the ice cream, you put it away. Alice and Olivia sat down at the island, but you stood on the other side, facing them.

You began singing along with Ed, “I’m on my way, driving at ninety down those country lanes, singing to ‘Tiny Dancer’” you swayed your hips, shoving a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.
“And I miss the way you make me feel, and it’s real, we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill,” you hadn’t realized that Olivia was filing you. But it wasn’t on a 10 second video on Snap Chat. It was a complete video.

After the song ended you heard giggles, so you opened your eyes.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, shoving yet another bite of ice cream into your mouth.

“Oh nothing,” Alice said, putting her bowl in the sink. “We should really go study.”

“Yeah, c’mon Y/n,” Olivia said, going back into your room.

The rest of the night was filled with quizzing each other and plenty of laughter.

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It wasn’t until the next morning that you were aware of what your friends did. You woke up to hundreds of twitter notifications, a few snap chats, 3 missed calls from Olivia and 14 texts from both girls.

“What the hell?” you asked yourself as you went into the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

You put some bread in the toaster, opening your messages.

From Olivia:

6:39 have you seen twitter?

6:40 Look at Twitter!

6:47 Omg are you not awake yet?

6:48 Y/n

6:48 Y/n, wake up!!

You opened your texts from Alice.

From Alice:

6:53 Omg go on Twitter!

7:01 I didn’t think you’d go viral!

7:06 He might notice you

7:14 Y/N!!!!!!!

7:14 CONOR NOTICED YOU

7:15 HE RETWEETED MY TWEET ABOUT YOU

7:15 FOR GODS SAKE WAKE UP

7:15 Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N!!!!!!!

7:16 oh my god you don’t deserve this. Wake the fuck up

You froze. The toast was dropped onto the plate in front of you.

Conor noticed you.

You reread the text too many times. Then you opened Twitter.

You had so many notifications your phone froze. So you closed your phone, and opened it again, refreshing. You decided it would be easiest to go to the source. Alice. You typed in her twitter name and saw the tweet.

Alice :) @aliiibooo

@ConorMaynard wya w/ this collab ??

Attached was a video, so clicked on it. It was you, standing at your counter. You were singing, every now and then shoving a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. You cringed at the faces you made, you looked awful.

Curiosity took the best of you, and you searched Conor’s name.

Conor Maynard @ConorMaynard

What’s her twitter @aliiibooo ?

You almost peed yourself. Instead you started to hyperventilate.

But the surprises didn’t stop there.

Olivia Jones @viaoli324

her twitter is: @y/t/n , @ConorMaynard ;)

And yet, the surprises were still not over. Because then, right then. At 7:32 in the morning on the 4th of February, 2017, Conor Maynard followed you.

You immediately screenshotted the notification. You then proceeded to run to your room, rip open your computer and pull up Skype.

“You’re awake!” Olivia smiles.

“Have you seen it yet?” Alice says smugly.

“HE FOLLOWED ME,” you screamed.

They stared at you, mouths open.

“You’re joking!’ Olivia says.

“No, I’m not. It just happened. Like a minute ago. I can’t breathe.”

“Y/n! This is amazing!” Alice squeals, squeezing her blanket tighter.

“Oh… my… god…” you stared at your phone, a new notification popping up.

Conor Maynard

Hello Y/n. I saw the video of you singing. You’re really good. How do you feel about doing a cover with me?

Originally posted by dork-iplier

Requested by  welppotato <3
So, the request was to do a one-shot series type of deal so… Look forward to an unhealthy amount of Sean related stuff (smut included!)

2;

MASTERLIST.

He was blindly scrolling through twitter, re-tweeting a post here and there before sighing.In a few days he was to leave for a Youtuber convention – and no, it wasn’t because he wasn’t excited to see his friends, he was just tired. Checking a few things online, his eyes roamed back to twitter a confused brow raised at the number one trending topic - #markipliercantdance and #allhailthedancingqueen took the second place.

Keep reading

“Life’s a game, Maynard. And I play to win.”

***

The eve of Friday, July the 24th. Ibiza.

That was the time and place. That was the time and place when he met her and when his life took a course with which he could not so easily cope with.

He was a sweet-talker, a charmer to whom everything came easily. All that generally worked for him, because he had all that. There was no one he couldn’t sway with those words of his. The problem was she wasn’t affected by all that, because she didn’t fall under the category of all that. All that simply wasn’t enough for her. She played by a set of different rules, a set of her own rules, and her own rules were ever changing.

The summer night was balmy and the air was salty with an ocean breeze. The atmosphere was romantic, but he hadn’t come for romance. He had come for fun and for an unforgettable experience. What happened on holiday stayed on holiday. It was a world set apart from the world and that was why he was searching for the unknown, the untasted, and untried. And she was all of those things.

She was intrigue, mystery, and danger wrapped up into one. He should have known better and perhaps he did know better, but to be quite honest, he couldn’t have cared less.

He leaned toward his friend, trying to be heard over the pounding music. “Joe, have you seen her around here before?”

The answer was immediate.

“She’s out of your league, mate. Don’t even try.”

“I wouldn’t say she’s out of my league. Why do you say that?”

“She’s just not for you. Don’t get involved with her, Jack.”

Jack raised a skeptical eyebrow. “What do you know that I don’t?”

Joe sighed, knowing that his friend wasn’t going to back down until he got the answers he was seeking. “Look, I don’t know her personally, but I know that her name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and that she comes here on holiday every summer.” he paused for a moment, mulling over his next words. “She has quite a bit of a reputation.” he continued. “No one really knows much, but there are plenty of rumors. She’s complicated. There isn’t a person on this island that doesn’t know that she’s bad news.”

That was probably the point… That was probably the point when he should have listened, the point where he turned away no questions asked and walked away. But I would not be telling this story if he had.

Truth be told, the prospect of danger intrigued him. Truth be told, the prospect of bad news excited him. Truth be told, he wasn’t thinking straight.

Perhaps it was the alcohol. Perhaps it was the aura of the night. Perhaps it was none of those things but sheer stupidity, but as soon as he knew it he was walking toward her.

That first conversation he could not forget years after the event. At the time it had seemed effortlessly cool, she had seemed effortlessly cool, untouched by anything and everything. She was an illusion, a riddle, a puzzle that couldn’t be figured out. That pulled him in, an inexplicable energy that kept him bound to her, leaving him wanting more.

“Come here often?” he asked the minute he had approached her.

She turned toward him and took him in. Blonde hair, piercing blue eyes filled with a look she knew all too well. Nothing she hadn’t seen before, nothing she wouldn’t see again.

“I guess I appreciate the lame pick up-line. Or lack thereof.” she said, a sly smile playing at her lips. “But yes, I do come here often.”

“I thought it would be better than the fallen angel line.” he answered, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Perhaps it would have been better.” she said, taking a sip from her drink.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked.

She looked pointedly down at her drink and raised an eyebrow.

He laughed. “Right.”

She just sipped her drink wordlessly and turned away from him. She wasn’t a fan of wasting her time.

“Who hurt you so much to make you so cold?” he found himself asking without thinking too much about it.

Now it was her turn to laugh. “I don’t get hurt a lot.”

“How so?”

She looked at him and that light mysterious smile not leaving her face she shrugged her shoulders. “I’m long gone before anyone ever has the chance to.” And then, leaning toward him, she whispered in his ear. “The secret is, you leave before anyone gets close.” And with that, she had already started walking away.

“And if someone were to get close?” Jack called after her.

She stopped for a moment as if thinking about it.

“What’s your name?” he asked after a few moments of her not answering.

“I assume you already know that.” she answered over her shoulder and without turning back walked away and out of the club.

Jack sighed and walked back to where Joe was standing, pretending not to have seen the whole thing.

“Don’t.” Jack said before signaling to the bartender for another drink.

“I told you so. You can’t win her over.”

“I highly doubt that. I can win anyone over.”

“I don’t know, mate.” Joe said, taking a moment to look down at his drink as he swirled around the liquid in its glass. He then looked back up at Jack. “Perhaps you’ve met your match.”

And perhaps he had.

***

The afternoon of Saturday, July the 25th. Ibiza. The beach.

That was the second time he saw her. She was lounging on a sun bed, listening to the waves of the sea hit the seashore, eyes closed. Nobody was around her. A few people sneaked a look at her now and again, but no one dared approach her. No one except him.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” he said, standing right in front of her. “Lovely day, isn’t it? Nice and sunny.”

“Yeah, except you’re blocking my sun.” she said, opening a single eye to glare at him.

“No greeting?” he teased.

“Yeah, hi, guy whose name I don’t know. You’re blocking my sun.”

“Jack Maynard.”

“Okay. Jack, you’re blocking my sun.”

He took a step to the side and looked at her as she settled back into her comfortable position. After a few moments, surprisingly, she was the one to speak.

“I see you have found out my name.”

“No. You were right. I knew it from before.”

“Everybody does.”

“That’s rather vain.”

“It’s a fact.”

She kept her eyes closed and fell back into silence.

“Mind if I sit down?” Jack asked.

“Yes.” she answered tersely.

Nonetheless, he still sat down on the sun bed next to her. And that moment he could swear that he heard someone nearby gasp.

“What is it about you that has everyone acting like that?”

She opened her eyes and her gaze fastened on the clear blue eyes of the boy sitting next to her - or rather the curiosity written in them.

“Haven’t you heard?” she asked, disdain in her voice. “I’m a force to be reckoned with.”

“Are you now? I’ve been told that I am too.”

“Watch it, Jack. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

And with that she picked up her stuff and walked away from him yet again.

***

The morning of Sunday, July the 26th. Pool bar.

“Why do you keep walking away from me?”

(Y/N) set down her drink and slowly turned toward the boy who had now started to become a regular occurrence in her life.

“Why do you keep stalking me?”

Jack grinned playfully at her. “It’s not my fault that we happen to be staying at the same hotel.”

She scoffed and turned away from him again.

“Seriously, I can show you my room key if you don’t believe me.”

She didn’t answer, but instead just sipped her drink, completely ignoring him. Jack felt all eyes on him and the feeling of anticipation in the air.

“That was the same drink you had at the club. You like ‘Sex on the Beach’.”

“And you say you’re not stalking me?” she asked, still facing away from him.

He laughed and took a seat on the bar stool next to her. “I can’t help being a good observer.”

“Of course you can’t.” she answered sarcastically.

“So, going to the beach today?”

She didn’t answer.

“You’re supposed to answer. And then I’m supposed to say something. It’s called a conversation.” he said teasingly.

“Does it really matter? Whether I go or not you’re going to show up where I am, anyway.” she retorted.

“Ha. Ha. Funny.” he answered in the same tone of voice. “Come on, talk to me.”

“Why is it so important to you that I talk to you?” she asked suddenly.

He was rather surprised at the question, but he just shrugged his shoulders and said, “Why is it so important to you that you don’t talk to me?”

“Because I don’t talk to anybody. And nobody talks to me. Maybe we shouldn’t wreck the equilibrium.”

And that was the third time she stood up and walked away from him.

***

The afternoon of Sunday, July the 26th.

“What are the rumors?”

“The what?”

Joe was currently lounging on a sun bed near the pool, scrolling through his Twitter, only to be interrupted by his friend asking him stupid questions.

“The rumors. About (Y/N). What is it that makes her the way she is?”

“How should I know?” Joe asked. “Maybe she’s just crazy.”

“Then why is everyone so afraid of her?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because she’s crazy.” Joe answered, completely uninterested.

“So, you know nothing?” Jack asked, bewildered.

“I know that apparently she got arrested and that ever since then everyone’s been watching not to step on her path. She’s considered dangerous.”

“Do you believe any of that?”

Joe stopped scrolling through his phone and looked up at Jack. “Frankly, mate, I don’t care. It’s her business. Why do you?”

Jack didn’t have an answer to that question.

***

The evening of Sunday, July the 26th. The moon-bathed beach.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“Honestly, how do you keep finding me?”

He sat down on the sand next to her. “I’m not. I kind of just run into you.”

“Yeah, such a coincidence.” she answered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Seriously, I’m not trying to look for you. I hope I run into you, but I don’t follow any type of logical path to find you. Hand on heart.” he answered and put his hand on his heart. He was being honest and he wanted her to know it.

She looked at him for a second and then let out of a light chuckle. “You really are something.”

“Something good?”

“Something.”

“I guess I’ll take it.”

“Take it or leave it, I don’t care.”

“You don’t seem to care about much, do you?”

“Caring is fatal.”

“But not caring makes you cold.”

“Are you here to be my therapist?” she snapped.

He looked at her for a moment in the moonlight before shaking his head. “No… I’m just here to… hang out. What are you doing here?”

A few moments passed before she answered. That always seemed to happen whenever he talked to her. She seemed to like leaving some space for a dramatic pause. It was as if she thought she was in some sort of movie or book.

“I come here sometimes.”

“Because?” he prompted.

“Because I can and I want to.” she answered.

“And you want to because?”

“You want to know too much.” she said.

“That’s probably because I don’t know anything. I literally know nothing about you.”

“And you’re not supposed to.”

He sighed. “Why are you playing this game?”

“Life’s a game, Maynard. And I play to win.”

She stood up again. But this time it was different. Before she walked away, she turned to him and she gave him a smile. It was something. It was certainly something.

***

The evening of Wednesday, July the 29th. The club.

For three days he didn’t see her. For three days there was no trace of her anywhere. Perhaps she was deliberately avoiding him, trying to ignore the little slip in her mask that evening on the beach. Nobody seemed to question it, though. It was just a thing she did. She was the mysterious personality that floated in and out of existence, the inexplicable phenomenon everyone was awed by and too afraid to ask about.

It wasn’t until three days later that he saw her where he had first seen her. It seemed like someone had hit the rewind button on time and everything had returned to the way it had been on that first fateful night. Everything was the same.

Nothing was the same.

He caught her eye just in time. It was only a glimpse before she looked away and then walked away. He followed her. Neither of them spoke until they reached the seaside. A couple of minutes later they were still walking along it, silence between them.

“I saw you look at me.” he finally said.

“Must have a been a trick of light.” But he caught the light smile that gave her away.

“Could be.”

“You’re a very interesting person, do you know that?” he asked, breaking another spell of momentary silence.

There was a different note to her smile this time. Something he couldn’t explain. “That’s only because you know nothing about me.”

“I’d like to.”

She turned to him with a curious look on her face, as if she were analyzing the very essence of him.

“I mean, I’d like to know things about you.”

“Wouldn’t that just make me uninteresting and ordinary then?”

A small moment of laughter. But she wasn’t laughing. It had been a serious question. He composed himself.

“I doubt anything could make you uninteresting and ordinary, (Y/N).”

“Mystery is what makes things interesting and extraordinary.”

“I don’t agree with that.”

“Maybe you need to reevaluate some things then.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Why am I like what?”

By this point they’d started walking in the opposite direction, back to the club. He hadn’t noticed that she’d turned him around. He had been too mesmerized by her to notice what was happening.

“Like… this.”

An entertained smile painted her lips.

The music resounded beneath their feet. The club was merely a few steps away. A crowd of party-goers was right in front of them.

“Perhaps you’ll never know.”

And with that she disappeared in the crowd.

“But maybe I will!” he called after her, but he could no longer see her. She had gotten lost in the crowd. Whether it was a deliberate move or a stroke of luck, he could only guess.

***

The sunset of Thursday, July the 30th. The pier.

Joe had just gone to his room and Jack was left alone on the pier. He played with the bottle cap in his hands and looked up at the fiery red and orange sky. It was like someone had taken the sky as a blank canvas and began to paint all that they felt on it. If it could be described as anything, it would be feeling. The feeling of passion, the feeling of desire, happiness, tranquility, euphoria… It truly was a beautiful sight.

Someone sat next to him.

He turned to see who it was and was surprised to find that it was… her.

“Well, this is a strange turn of events. I thought I was the one stalking you.”

“I had to return the favor.” There was an obvious note of a smile in her voice.

“Any reasons why you’ve sought me out?”

“Perhaps.”

“But perhaps I’ll never know?”

She laughed and tossed her hair over her shoulder as she turned to look at him. “And you say you don’t know anything about me.”

He shook his head, but couldn’t help the smile that came as a reaction to her words and her demeanor. He wanted to push the matter further… She had come looking for him. The formerly thought of as forever uninterested, elusive, enigmatic girl had for once come to find him and she had a reason for it. However, she didn’t give him the chance to say anything more on the subject.

“This has always been one of my favorite places. This pier at both sunrise and sunset. It kind of shows you the meaning of both beginnings and endings and how both of them can be beautiful.”

“Why are you telling me this?” he couldn’t help but ask.

She turned toward him and looked at him for a second. “Because I think that it is important for you to know that.”

“That being that both beginnings and endings can be beautiful?”

She just smiled in response and turned away from him to look at the sunset. He just kept looking at her, an aura of confusion settling over him. She was trying to tell him something; he just wasn’t sure what.

“Jack, do you understand that sometimes you shouldn’t ask about things? Some things should just be left a secret.”

“I guess I’m just a curious person.”

“Curiosity killed the cat.” She turned toward him and locked eyes with him. He hadn’t noticed it, but she had sidled closer to him, so close that now her face was only millimeters from his and he could feel her breath on his skin. “But in this case it may just break your heart instead.”

Her lips were on his. Her touch was sweet, soft, divine, all the colors in the sky… It was nothing like the girl he had thought he’d met. But in a paradoxical way it just added to what little he knew about her. She was more elusive than she let on.

It took less than a second. The moment she pulled away from him he was in shock. He was suddenly longing for her touch. He was longing for the touch of this girl he barely even knew. Perhaps he should have questioned it, this strange behavior, this strange feeling, but instead he just slid closer to her and leaned in, but she gently pushed him away.

“I’m leaving today.” she said bluntly as if she felt nothing… as if nothing had ever happened.

“What?” he asked, not completely registering her words. Did she just tell him that she was leaving after they’d kissed, a kiss that she had initiated? This didn’t seem right. It didn’t seem like something people did.

“I’m leaving today.”

She had repeated that same sentence as if it explained everything… as if it explained anything at all.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I felt that you should know.”

“Where are you going?”

“Back home.”

“Which is where?”

There was a moment of tense silence. “You know better than that, Jack.”

“Maybe I don’t. Tell me. Why can’t you? Or course you can. Why do you make it seem that it will be some catastrophe if you tell me anything about yourself? What was so terrible that you did that you can never talk about it?”

She didn’t answer. She just stared down at her clasped hands in her lap. Somehow he knew that she wasn’t going to answer.

He sighed. “How are we supposed to keep in touch if you don’t tell me where you live, give me your phone number, or any form of contact for that matter?”

She looked back at him then and that look said more than words ever could.

“You were never planning on staying in touch with me, were you?”

She touched his shoulder. “Jack…”

“I don’t understand. But- you- we-” He was grasping at straws now. He knew that nothing he would say would get his questions answered let alone get her to change her mind. “You kissed me. Why did you kiss me?”

She sighed and got up. It was a slow movement. It was as if she was preparing him for the weight of the words. “Because… I felt like you deserved a beautiful ending.”

And with that she turned away from him and walked away. He could have followed her. He could have caught up with her. He could have continued this conversation. He could have asked - demanded - for a clearer answer. But he just… didn’t. He knew that no matter what he did it wouldn’t make a difference.

So, he couldn’t win her over. Perhaps Joe was right. Perhaps he had met his match. But it wasn’t even about that anymore. Most of all what disappointed him most was that he hadn’t gotten to know her.

What eluded him most of all was the question of why he wanted to so much.

***

The late morning of the 1st of September. Local cafe shop.

Jack was in a local cafe shop. Well, at least it was local to the people who lived around here. He had been around Joe’s house to film a video with him and then he had decided to just… wander. He hadn’t been sure where he had been going, in fact he wasn’t even sure where he was. All that he knew for a fact was that one moment the sign of “Gabbie’s Local Cafe Shop” had pierced through his reverie state. And then he went in, not because he didn’t have anything better to do, but because he didn’t feel like doing it.

What happened next some people would have labeled as 'fate’ or 'destiny’. He’d always been a firm nonbeliever when it came to 'fate’ and 'destiny’, but now he wasn’t so sure, because there she was in the flesh, a smile on her face, saying “One cappuccino with cinnamon. Enjoy!”

She hadn’t seen him yet. In fact she wasn’t looking in his direction at all. Her full focus was on her costumers, showing them a smile, asking them about their days, and melodically repeating their orders when they were finished along with a cheerful good-bye remark.

It was so not (Y/N) that for a moment he thought he was mistaken. He must have been for this girl standing at the counter, an obvious friendly and cheerful countenance enveloping her, could not have been the same girl, all wilderness and mystique, that he had encountered in Ibiza.

And then something happened - something that in his mind proved that this was not the same girl. A customer approached, a girl about her age, whose presence seemed to evoke something he couldn’t explain within this person he never knew.

“Jackie!”

The excited call for what seemed to be her friend was followed by an embrace. At this point all the noise in the cafe seemed to fade out… He couldn’t hear anything, nothing but the high-colored laughter that was (Y/N)’s reaction to whatever it was that Jackie had said. And then he was sure if not by anything else but the way it - she - made him feel. It was her.

He waited as (Y/N) and Jackie made plans to see a movie that same evening and then as (Y/N) took Jackie’s order, while filling her in on what had happened at somebody’s-name-he-couldn’t-catch’s party a week ago, and then while Jackie told (Y/N) all about some guy that had texted her and then while (Y/N) excitedly told Jackie about a pair of twins they had both known back in middle school. Finally, Jackie took her coffee, embraced (Y/N) once more and left the shop.

After what seemed like an eternity (Y/N)’s eyes met Jack’s and her face expression completely changed from one of cheerfulness to one of complete confusion, then worry, and finally a face expression he couldn’t interpret laced with an emotion he couldn’t describe.

“A latte, please.” he said as he approached the counter.

It took her a few seconds to reply, but then with that perfectly friendly and cheerful smile she said, “I’ll get right on that.” Then she yelled the order over her shoulder and someone in the back told her it would be ready soon.

“The last time we talked you didn’t have a British accent.” he said. He hadn’t meant for it to sound accusatory, but nonetheless that’s how it came out.

“Right.” she said after a few moments and then added no further explanation. The wait for the coffee seemed like an eternity.

“I don’t work here.” she finally said. “I’m just covering for a friend.”

“You seem to know everyone very well.”

“I come here sometimes when she’s working a shift, so I’ve met some of them.”

“Right.”

“Actually, I think it’s just because she’s just really friendly. She’s possibly the friendliest person I’ve met.” The voice belonged to the guy who had just approached the next counter. He was wearing the uniform as well, so Jack assumed he worked here too.

He didn’t answer anything to that, but just looked at her. Yet again he wasn’t sure if he recognized her.

She seemed visibly uncomfortable at the remark of her temporary colleague.

“Latte.”

The drink was handed to her without another word. She took it and put it in front of Jack.

“One latte.” she said, the cheerfulness back in her voice now, but it was so obviously put there as a defense mechanism that even her colleague glanced at her questioningly.

He looked down at the coffee in front of him and then back at her. It was as if he were expecting something and she seemed to know that. Finally, he took the drink and turned to walk away.

“Have a nice day, Jack!”

The call was one of protocol or something she just did - he wasn’t sure - but he saw the meaning in it. He turned around and looked at her for a moment. Her eyes were searching his.

“Do you know each other?”

The moment was put to an end by her colleague. She opened her mouth to answer, but he beat her to it.

“No. Not at all.” Jack said and then turned and walked out of the cafe.

***

The late morning of the 5th of September. Gabbie’s Local Cafe Shop.

He’d once been told that curiosity killed the cat. However, curiosity was not what was fueling him right now. He needed answers. In fact, it felt like he deserved him. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to know so much, but he was in so deep right now that it didn’t even matter anymore.

From a psychological point of view, probably none of this was normal. No person could just completely change their personality, right? So, she must have been playing some kind of game with him again. And now he was on a mission - if not to stop the game than at at least to learn its rules.

It was around the same time of when he had last visited. She had said that she was covering for a friend and that sometimes she was around for her shifts. If it was fate, she would be there.

“Can I help you, sir?”

The question was more or a warning. He assumed he looked more flustered than he actually was. He quickly composed himself and looked up at the girl at the counter and gave her a quick smile before looking around. She wasn’t here. Apart from him and the girl at the counter the cafe was empty.

“Hi,” he started, approaching the counter. “I’ll take a cappuccino.” He gave her one of his charming smiles.

“With or without cinnamon?”

“With.”

“Cappuccino with cinnamon!” she called over her shoulder and got a signal of approval.

“Thanks.” he said, wondering how to pose the next question. “Listen, I’m actually looking for someone. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I was hoping she might be here.”

“She doesn’t work here.” Her answer was plain and uninterested.

“Yes, I know. Do you know where she might be?”

The girl just gave him a bored shrug of her shoulders as a response just as her colleague approached behind her with Jack’s coffee.

“One cappuccino with cinnamon.” he said, handing the steaming cup of coffee to the girl before looking up at the customer.

“Oh, Jack! Right?” It was the same guy from last time.

“Yeah, hi, um…” He was suddenly embarrassed that he didn’t know the guy’s name even though he shouldn’t have been, because honestly did he even know this guy? Lately, he’d been having a lot of strange interactions with people he barely knew.

“Derek.”

“Derek.”

“(Y/N) doesn’t work here.”

Why did everyone keep telling him that?

“Yeah, I know. I just hoped I might find her here.”

Derek gave him a smirk. “I know you two had something going on.”

It was certainly something, but it definitely wasn’t what he thought.

“We don’t.”

“I won’t tell. I promise.” That and the unrelenting smirk. He wasn’t sure which was more disturbing at this moment.

“Listen, do you know where she is?”

“Oh, yeah, totally. She should be at UCL. She’s an assistant there. Hey, you forgot your coffee!”

In an odd way, it all felt too familiar. It was Ibiza all over again. It was like chasing shadows. It was looking for something that didn’t want to be found. In fact, it was the same game, except a new level.

When he got there he wasn’t sure how to proceed. He should have stayed at the cafe and gathered more information, but the moment he had heard where she was it felt like a pointer, a pointer on how to play this game. For one moment he had felt as if he had had the upper hand. Now, he just felt stupid for how was he supposed to find something that did its best to hide?

However, just like back at the beach when she disappeared into that crowd he now too got his stroke of luck, because as soon as he approached the building he found her. There she was just like the time before not having registered his appearance.

“Jonah, look, I appreciate your opinion and I know that you are the professor and I’m just the assistant, but I think I have a say in this, because I’ve been a student - not just a student, but a student here who has taken this class. These students come here with hopes and dreams and a zest for knowledge. Do not enforce some stupid system on them. Let them learn, don’t just teach them. Do you understand what I am trying to tell you? I know that you are a person who listens to reason and that is why I am telling you this.”

Jonah nodded and said, “Your opinion is always appreciated, (Y/N). I will think about what you have told me.” And with that he turned around and headed in the opposite direction.

“So, I’ve met the one that doesn’t care about anything, the one that cares about everything, and the one that cares about the right things. Have any more up your sleeve?”

His voice startled her so much that she swiveled around to find its source. As soon as she set eyes on him her face changed into that same unrecognizable face expression that he couldn’t explain the last time he saw her. But that only took a moment, because it was gone as soon as it had come only to be replaced by what looked to be a trained expression of professionalism.

“Jack, hi.” she said plainly, ignoring his former comment.

“(Y/N), hi.” he repeated in the same tone of voice.

“Are you mocking me?” she teased, beginning to walk forward. He was quick to follow.

“No, just trying to understand you.”

“I’m a hard person to understand.”

“Clearly. So, what are you doing here?”

“I work here. Judging by the fact that you knew exactly where to come, I would have thought you’d have known that. Who told you?”

“Derek.”

She chuckled. “Of course.”

“He told me you were an assistant.”

“Yeah. English and Literature. I used to study here and they kept me as an assistant.”

“English and Literature.”

“English and Literature. I like adventures.”

“Uh-uh.”

“You don’t seem that convinced.” she looked at him and smiled.

“No, I am. I just wondered how that ties in with last summer.”

“It doesn’t.” she answered tersely. He opted to drop the subject for now as the reply had had a hostile note to it.

“Are you single?” he suddenly asked.

“Depends on who’s asking. For some boys, I am. For others, I’m in a serious relationship. And to friends, I tell the truth.”

“I thought you and I were friends.”

He spotted the smile, but there was no verbal answer.

“Okay, then, what would you say if I asked to take you to dinner?”

“Jack…” That one word conveyed more meaning than anything she could have said.

But he couldn’t stop. He knew that it was cruel of him, that she should have left her alone, that he should have forgotten about this whole messed up situation, that he should have just said “Well, nice knowing you.” but he just couldn’t stop. He had come this far. He didn’t want to lose this game.

“What? Finish your sentence.”

And that’s when… something broke. Something in that rock solid interior gave way. He could see it in her face, the eyes that refused to look at him.

“You’re not supposed to be here. It wasn’t- It wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

“What wasn’t supposed to go this way?”

“You. You were supposed to be… Ibiza. Not this. Not now.”

“What are you talking about?”

But she didn’t answer. She just shook her head. “I should have known that one day it would catch up with me. It couldn’t go on forever.”

“What couldn’t go on forever?”

An exasperated sigh. And the shield was back. The air of professionalism in full force.

“Don’t you understand, Jack? The person you met in Ibiza wasn’t me.”

“I’m not sure this is you either.” he said, taking a step back. “(Y/N), I don’t understand.”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. You and I… It was only supposed to be Ibiza. You weren’t supposed to encounter me anywhere else.”

He was in shock. Suddenly the game was dropped, the rules didn’t matter anymore, the controller he’d thought he held in his hand vanished. “You mean, you planned all of this?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like?”

“I just…” She ran a frustrated hand through her glossy hair. “It’s just people have different opinions of me and I react the way they expect me to.”

“Like in Ibiza everyone thinks you’re dangerous and mysterious, so that’s the way you act?”

“See, you get it!”

“I’m afraid I don’t.” The reply was bitter, emotionless.

“Jack…”

“Tell me, are any of those stories about you even true? Apparently you got arrested, you’re someone to watch out for, you’re dangerous…” he let the words drift into time and space.

She was silent for a second. “I told you… they-they’re just rumors.” Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.

“And the friendly cashier who talks to everybody, the professional who works at this school? Which one is you, (Y/N)?”

She didn’t answer.

“That’s what I thought. I’m sorry I overstepped my boundaries in this funny little game of yours. I’d just thought I’d met an actual person, not someone who changes personalities to keep life fun for herself. I guess one thing was right about you’re Ibiza personality. You really don’t care.” He took a deep breath. “I was only supposed to be Ibiza? Life’s not a book. You don’t get to plan its plot. But okay, don’t worry. I quit the game. Find yourself another player.”

And with that he walked away, ignoring her calling his name one more time.

It turned out that Joe was right. He had met his match. And this match, he wasn’t going to win. So, he might as well forfeit before he lost.

***

Late afternoon of October the 1st. Hyde Park.

The thing about life is that it’s never going to go according to plan. As much as he thought that that was her biggest mistake it was his too.

He planned on never meeting her again. He planned on never speaking to her again. He planned on never thinking about her again.

But life is strange that way. Our plans never seem to turn out exactly the way we want. And perhaps it’s for the better.

He was sitting on a bench with his roommate, Josh, as they were both waiting for his friend to show up and give him back the camera he’d lent her. Jack was scrolling through his phone as Josh stood up and waved to someone, calling them over.

Suddenly a silence fell over them as the person in question failed to acknowledge Josh, but stepped away from him and directed her eyes toward Jack, who still hadn’t looked up from his phone.

“Jack.”

The voice sent a shiver down his spine and he immediately looked up.

“(Y/N). What are you doing here?” he asked, an evident shock lacing his voice.

“How do you know (Y/N)?” Josh asked.

“I don’t.” Jack said before (Y/N) could say anything. “Nobody does.” The hostility in his voice was tangible. She cowered into herself, her gaze hitting the ground.

“I just, I want to say I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” she said to Jack, pulling the camera out of her bag quickly. She thrust it into Josh’s arms, looking completely ready to bolt.

But then she seemed to change her mind and turned toward Jack again, who was now looking at her with a surprised kind of curiosity swimming in his blue eyes. “Really. I am.” she said, touched his shoulder, turned around and left without saying another word.

“Where have you met (Y/N) before?” Josh asked his friend.

“In another world.” Jack answered, still staring after the retreating figure of the girl who cared about nothing, cared about everything, and cared about all the right things simultaneously.

***

Noon. October the 15th.

Sometimes the situations we get from life seem like too much to handle. Sometimes we struggle. Sometimes we even give up. But sometimes, despite everything that’s happened, life deals with them for us.

Jack was alone in the apartment. His flat mates were all out somewhere and the quiet was if anything strange. The apartment was usually filled with a hustle and bustle and without it it didn’t seem much like home anymore.

Trying to ignore the unnerving silence, Jack tried to focus on the task at hand which was editing last night’s video. But it seemed as if something wouldn’t let him focus. If he had been as absorbed as he usually was in his work he might not have heard the doorbell ring. But he wasn’t and the sound came as a welcome distraction from all the other distractions that seemed to be keeping him from his work.

What was behind the door was… less than welcome.

“Josh isn’t home.”

Set rewind to the summer and he would have been both overjoyed and awed at her presence. Now he was just annoyed and bored. Or at least he tried to put off a vibe as if he was. But the fact still stood. (Y/N) was just a regular girl with all her flaws, insecurities, and strange tendencies. And he hadn’t the energy to deal with her. A promise is a promise. And he had promised himself that he would forget about her.

“I wasn’t looking for Josh. I was looking for you.”

“I wonder why.” he said, stepping aside and walking back to his laptop, leaving the door open. “I barely know you. In fact, I don’t know you. Tell me, which (Y/N) does Josh know? Is it any of the ones I’ve met or a completely different version that I hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting?”

He expected her to argue with his statement. He expected her to retort with an equal kind of sarcasm. He expected her to try to excuse her actions. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t as if he had ever known what to expect from her. That was what all of the versions of her he had met had in common. They were all unpredictable. And the fact of the matter was, no matter how much he tried to ignore and deny it, no matter what 'version’ of (Y/N) it was that he came across he couldn’t get the picture of that high-colored sky and the sound of that high-colored laughter out of his mind. She was all of the emotions of the sky. All of the colors in her laughter. She was high-colored. In her purest and most basic level, he felt he knew her, or at least gotten a glimpse of what was her.

“I’m not going to argue with you.” she said and then paused, took a deep breath and continued to speak. “I’m not even going to apologize to you. I’ve already done both of those things. But I do need to tell you something. And after I have, you can decide what to think of me. But not before.”

She paused and waited for his response.

His curiosity piqued, he said, “Go on.”

“The thing is, I don’t really like 'Sex on the Beach’. I prefer champagne. I don’t think I’m a force to be reckoned with, although people on Ibiza seem to. I never got arrested, but I went along with the rumors because I thought it would be fun. I wanted to see what it was like to be wild. I am not as nice as I pretend to be. Far from it. Although, I’d like to believe my heart is good. I am terrified of roller coasters. I like long car rides, but I don’t like driving. I think Beyonce is overrated. I love classical music and I wish I played an instrument. I have hidden talents in business, although I think economy is the dullest thing ever invented. I have no problem with blood on TV, but in real life I faint at the sight of it. I’m not very good at drawing, but I do it anyway. One of my proudest achievements is getting over my fear of public speaking. I don’t like the color brown and I hate wearing all black. I oddly like wearing black and brown together. I like color, but not too much. The sound of thunder gives me goosebumps, but I like the rain. I have an odd fixation to the villains in stories and I like to believe in the good in people. I have an unreasonable fear of heights, but I pretend not to. The reason I don’t let people get close is because I’m scared they’ll hurt me, so I push them away before they do. I read too much poetry and not enough prose. I dramatize everything, so that I can pretend it has any meaning, because otherwise I’d be completely lost.” She breathed in and finally finished her speech. “The truth is I don’t know anything about myself and now you know as much as I do.”

She took a step toward him. “You were right, Jack. You don’t know me. Nobody does. Not even me. But if I know one thing is that I’d like to. I’d like to get to know me. And for some odd and strange reason, I’d like you to know me too. And I’d like to know you too. The real you. The real me.” They were face to face now. “What do you say?”

“I’d like to know us too.”

She smiled. And for the first time since he had met her it was a full and honest smile. A smile full of color.

***

The eve of Saturday. July the 30th. The following year. Ibiza.

“Do you think they’ll ever stop doing that?”

“What? Staring when they think we’re not looking? I doubt it. I have a reputation.”

Jack and (Y/N) walked toward the bar. The way was paved for them as no one dared to step in their path.

“What do you suppose they’re thinking?” he asked her with an amused grin.

“Well…” she started, chewing on her lower lip in thought. “Either they think you’re the guy who tamed the beast or I’m the girl who turned you wild. Take your pick.”

He laughed. “They’re entertaining stories. Even though they’re not true.”

“You know, we could just tell them the truth.”

“I doubt they’d believe you. Everyone likes to daydream. Leave them their fantasies.” He reached down to take her hand in his. He was pretty sure he wasn’t imagining the laser beam of eyes on their intertwined hands. “Besides, I can see the thrill of doing this. This make-believe story is exciting. We might as well have fun with it.”

“Whatever you say.” she said, laughing at his amusement with the whole situation.

“Let’s give them something to look at, shall we?” he said as they reached the bar. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. He could taste the color that she was on her lips. And for that single moment, she wasn’t Ibiza’s mystery girl anymore. She was his girlfriend, the girl of color. As entertaining as it was to play along in her world of make-believe, he would never trade knowing her for who she was for any amount of mystery. And everyday he was happy to get to know her even more.

They pulled apart and he turned toward the barman. “A 'Sex on the Beach’.” Then stealing a glance at her next to him, he turned back and said, “And a glass of champagne.”

She laughed at the fact that he’s remembered and shook her head.

And as he looked at her then, he realized something. She had been right. Life was a game. But it was much more fun playing together instead of against each other.

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the life and times of ryan ross pt 8

.2015/2016

welcome all! make sure to thank @jen–ne–sais–quoi for the existence of these posts because the poor thing asked to know about ryan and now she probably knows more than she ever wanted to!

here in our final chapter, we shall see what ryan has been up to from where we left off in 2015 to as current as we can be as of today (feb 26, 2017) this is mostly links and pictures because he didn’t actually do a whole lot

alright, early 2015. pretty much all ryan ross does is spend time with friends, mostly dan keyes and ryland blackinton. he goes to coachella and looks lovely in his hawaiian shirt. 

he also posted some teasers about making music on instagram, but we saw no new music. 

the most important thing about 2015 is ryan’s beard. 

look at it. it’s glorious. 

in february/march of 2015 zayn has left one direction (this is a ryan ross post, why is she talking about one direction??? it’s relevant, i promise.) someone thought it would be funny to edit the 1d wikipedia page to day that ryan ross had joined the band. 1d fangirls lost their minds. ryan tweeted “ You guys got it all wrong, the four remaining members of One Direction are joining MY band” 

if you look at his twitter throughout 2015, some of the tweets are vastly different than others. it could’ve been him on drugs, it could’ve been shane morris. personally, i think it was more shane, but the other is a possibility. also in june 2015, he got super fucked up and crashed a PHASES show. there are pictures of it out there, but i don’t think it’s really appropriate to share them. i also vaguely remember someone (z maybe?) asking for them to not be shared because ryan was really embarrassed and upset about it. about the incident he said “Def was having too much fun at the Phases show tonight, I promise I’ll never do it again  again” so there’s that.

then in july ryro got a girlfriend! he began dating model helena vestergaard and it seemed really good for him. it was certainly good for all of us fans because he posted so much while they were together. she also posted a lot about him. there were so many ryan pictures. it was glorious. here are some pics

then the next most important thing of 2015 happened. 

dorothy ross. 

ryan and helena got the cutest puppy in the world

from then on his instagram is pretty much dottie, but none of us mind because she’s precious. 

we also got this monstrosity

that’s all i’m gonna say about that. more helena and dottie pictures. then we get a picture where ryan tells us he’s taking vocal lessons!! and then he posted a teeny clip of a new song!!! more dottie & helena. a video of him learning to box?

don’t forget that this era of ryan likes hockey and baseball. he watches both and plays hockey too. 

halloween 2015. the fucking party. so. you thought we were done talking about brendon urie. we’re not. by 2015, he and ryan are not talking, at all. brendon usually avoids talking about ryan at all. then adam levine (yes, that one) has a halloween party. ryan’s invited because he’s best friends with mickey madden. he goes as a gremlin. well, a mogwai because he’s fuzzy and not scaly, but yeah. 

brendon, dressed as a skeleton and with sarah, was also there. as far as i’m aware, they basically didn’t even talk. brendon goes on to mention it a million times.

btw, by this point ryan doesn’t use his twitter anymore, it’s all just instagram links. there were some tweets earlier in the year that i’ll be talking about in my shane morris companion piece, but basically, shane likes to troll ryan’s fans by tweeting things or posting things on facebook then quickly deleting them.

also in 2015, ryan posts a picture of what seem to be song titles along with promises for making new music (the “shut the fuck up” was in response to someone telling him to go to bed btw) 

we’re now at the end of 2015. it seems like this is when ryan finally disconnects his twitter from his instagram because (except for one) his tweets stop and his instagram continues. he has also dropped shane morris as his manager (thank god)

near the beginning of 2016, ryan tells us that he has written a song for a band called agelast (sadly, that is pronounced ah-gel-ist, not age-last) he posted on both twitter and facebook about this. i’m inclined to believe both posts were actually him, not shane, but who knows. there was this comment on the facebook page that would be nice if it was from him. 

then, also early 2016, he and helena broke up. he was all set to fly to visit her in australia on a long term modeling job, and maybe he did, but that was that on helena vestergaard. she deleted all traces of him from her social media. he continued to play hockey and post pictures of dottie. 

he also bought 5 pounds of sour patch kids, causing all of us to fear for his health. then he starts to become a bit of a recluse. he posts a lot less frequently and it’s usually dottie pictures. 

then he goes to a renaissance fair and saves lives with his look 

easily the most important part of 2016 was when ryan did a surprise performance with dan keyes’ band cologne at emo nite la. it’s everything. EVERYTHING. watch it now. it felt like a nice comeback and he looked GOOD

we also got another tiny song clip. more pictures and videos of dottie. he also modeled some new PHASES merch with Z and Langley 

he went to the beach and we were blessed with this glorious image 

then he turned 30! and jeremy burke & alison harvard threw him a mini party at midnight with pizza! 

also sometime in august, his demo ep was deleted from soundcloud (his whole soundcloud was deleted) along with his site going down and his facebook page being deleted. the only thing we know is actually ryan is his instagram. 

then came halloween. with costumes in the past like et, a sloth, and a gremlin, we knew he would not disappoint. he was link from legend of zelda and he spent a good amount of the party (adam levine’s again, bden was not there) with victoria asher and gabe saporta from cobra starship. have some pics. 

(that’s gabe beside him)

then he “drank some blood” in this adorable video with his vocal coach

throughout 2016, a director named dan adams (glitterworldinc on insta) had been tagging ryan in a lot of pictures. i’m going to make a companion piece for him as well, but i’ll mention him here. he posts pictures of ryan, sometimes with strange captions, sometimes with rude captions. many pictures didn’t have ryan in them, but he was tagged. some pictures were of ryan’s house or around echo park. see more about that in the companion piece. lots of speculation went on about what he was doing with ryan. we’ll get to that in a minute. something more exciting now. the longest clip of new music that makes me cry every single time i listen to it, that callback line. (fun fact, z commented on it and called him space boi which is where i get one of my tags for him)

he looked beautifully goth for new years 

now we’re in 2017!

we found out this year that all the things glitterworldinc had been posting are because ryan’s going to be in his new movie!! he’s playing a character named Dewey Parsons in daniel adams’ new movie starmaker

the newest picture we have from ryan himself is this

and dan adams (glitterworldinc) has recently posted two! one was posted today! 

and that is basically everything i know about ryan ross’ life from the earliest facts i know to today! thank you for coming along on this crazy long ride with me and reading this giant mess. i’ll make those companion pieces here soon, so look out for those!

EDIT: Update!!!!! ryan posted this mere hours after i finished this because he likes to make my life harder (i’m mostly kidding, i love him so much)

his caption: “On all twos Makin tunes on toons”

EDIT NUMBER 2: i should have made an outline for these posts, jesus christ. i told you all in another post that the guitar ryan burned alive would be important later and then i never told you why. the why is because brendon still has it. yep, he has the guitar that ryan burned all the way back in the cabin/pretty. odd. era. how do we know this? oh, just because brendon put it in his literal house of memories. it’s fine, i’m not crying. (it’s not fine, i am crying) the house of memories is a vip thing for this tour where fans can go in and take pictures with a bunch of old panic! things, from the masks from fever era to stuff from the victorious video. i would kill to go.