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College Graduate pt.1

In which David Dobrek falls for Natalie's best friend.

I sighed as I reread my class notes that we're scribbled on the notebook paper. My professor decided to bump up the exam and I hadn't studied yet because I took a few extra shifts at the diner.

I'm startled when 'Oath' by Cher Llyod goes off signalling Natalie calling. I quickly answer hoping that this will ease my mind a bit, "hello?" I hear her whisper to someone before talking, "hey, you busy?" I run a hand through my hair and sigh, "yeah, Mr.Collens is a dick. He moved the exams to tomorrow." My best friend laughs, "and you haven't studied?" I let out a sarcastic laugh, "yeah because I have so much free time." She pauses, "how many shifts have you worked in the last week Dalilah?" I squeeze my eyes shut knowing she's gonna yell again, "6, maybe 14," I mumble making her groan. "You can't over work yourself D, you'll exhaust your body." I nod even though she can't see me, "I know Nat, I'm sorry. I just need extra money and little shifts here and there aren't cutting it anymore." The brunette on the other side of the phone sighs, "how much longer till you graduate?" I laugh lightly knowing why she's asked, "two more months then I'll come visit." She scoffed, "visit? Bitch you know you'll be moving in." I laugh knowing it's true. Her boss, David, had said it would be cool if I stayed for a while to get on my feet. I'm getting my jornalism degree and Nat did research and in LA they have some really good jobs available for jornalism. "Yeah, yeah. Look I love you but if I want to pass this exam I gotta study." She sighed dramatically, "fine but we'll talk later. Love ya." "Love you too Nattybug."

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Let's see if it works biatch

if you’re reading this

a lump sum of money is on the way to you

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HOW TO WRITE FANFICTION IN 5 EASY STEPS (per section). A/N the ultimate self deprication ‘FLUFF’ / U RATED. • Over emphasise everything • Focus too long on one specific detail, drag it out, really go for it. • Take you fantasies and ideal thoughts and place your chosen youtuber directly in the centre of it even if it doesn’t fit their personality. • Throw in some funny one liners perhaps some banter you thought out the night before to really give it that realism. • Cry because you’ve made yourself lonely through focusing too much of the love lives of characters rather than engaging with real people. ‘SMUT’ / M/R RATED • Refer to a penis only as a shaft or member, never a penis or a dick. • Throw in an over complicated back story referring to how the reader and the chosen YouTuber started going at it. • Refer to a vagina as a ‘tight hole’ only. • Refer to a clitoris as a ‘bundle of nerves’ or ‘button’ only. • Fuck up the pacing. Either, skim over everything, making it too fast, or, drag everything out and make it too slow. ONGOING SERIES. • Start it • Forget to go back to it • Read over it • Hate it • Discontinue it BONUS ROUND : A YouTuber has found your blog. • Cry & throw a fit • Feel embarrassed • Go on hiatus • laugh @ yourself • Die A/N Hello just to make this clear this is aimed at myself and how I write, none of this (except how people refer to genetalia) is applicable to any of the blogs I’ve seen. It’s not to start drama its purely self deprecation. I’ll be writing again soon hopefully, I just haven’t been feeling myself. Thank you.

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“Chill Day” Ethan x Reader Imagine requested by @littleblue5mcdork

Warnings: Swearing (of course) and fluff.

(GIF credit to @slytherinnpride )

“Ethan, Baby I’m here.” I shouted as I walked in to my boyfriend Ethan’s house, but I was greeted with silence.

I knitted my eyebrows together as I placed my bag on the floor where my shoes laid, and continued to take cautious steps throughout his home.

After calling out for him multiple times, I sill didn’t get an answer. I bit the inside of my cheek anxiously. This isn’t like him at all.

The sound of clattering dishes came from afar followed with a “Fuck me!”. I held my confused expression as I made my way towards the kitchen.

Peeking my head in I find my little brunette boy frantically frying something on the stovetop. His hair was a disheveled mess, and it only got worse as flames shot up from the skillet.

“Oh fucking shit, fuck-Ah!” He began to scream in a panic as he threw the flaming pan in to the sink.

I couldn’t hold it in any longer; I burst in to a fit of laughter. He spun around on his heels so fast he could’ve gotten whiplash. Seeing my giggling figure fall to the ground unable to stop, Ethan’s face grew a shade of red as he laughed as well.

“You weren’t suppose to see that.” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“What were you doing?” I asked as I came out of my laughing spell.

He looked down to the floor.

“I was trying to make you a quesadilla. Like the one you always get from chipotle.” He sent me a small smile, and I picked myself up.

“Ethan you didn’t have to do that. It’s okay though, we can order out.” I gently wrapped my arms around his slim torso, and buried my face in his chest.

He pouted before smiling once more, and took my hand in his before dragging me to the living room. He kept repeating ‘I have an idea’ over and over again. He took me to the couch and pushed me down on to it, and he continued to giggle like a school girl as he ran around the house.

He finally returned with a box and plopped it in front of the television. I gave him a strange look as he opened the box, revealing his Nintendo 64.

“Let’s stream Mario Party!” He smirked.

My eyes widened before I returned his facial expression confidently. He knows how competitive I get when we play this, but I hope everyone is prepared for a lot of yelling.

“You’re on nerd.” I challenged.

He set up the camera and computer before we both got comfortable on the couch.

The fans didn’t know about our relationship yet; they knew we were good friends, but not that we were dating.

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“Ethan what the actual fuck!” I shouted through my gritted teeth. He stole my star for the third time, and I was beginning to get tired of his shit.

He laughed hysterically while clapping his hands. I made sure to glare at him as if my life depended on it.

“Sorry baby cakes you were the only other person with a star. Plus, I have so many coins it would be pointless to steal those.” He cheekily winked at me to fuel my anger.

“Don’t talk to me.” I grumbled for myself to hear.

“What was that?” He cupped his ear with his hand and gave me a side-eyed look.

“HAHA!” I pointed to the television as he landed on the bowser space.

His head snapped towards the screen and he screamed in fear. Bowser had decided to even out everyone’s coins, and I couldn’t feel angrier.

“Yes! Yes!” He cheered with pure ecstasy, and jumped on the couch.

I rested my chin on the palm of my hand and grumbled multiple profanities.

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Ethan of course won 4/5 rounds we played, and continued to brag about it as we were answering questions that fans were asking.

“Can you shut up Ethan. We get it, you won.” I snapped at the grinning boy beside me.

He rose his eyebrows at me with an amused on his face.

“Is someone salty that they stink?” He began to lean forward, inching his face closer to mine.

“Ethan d-don’t.” I glared at him as he wrapped his arms around me.

“That they lost really really badly.” His lips were hovering beside my ear, and I tensed up.

He knew what he was doing to me. He knew how to press my buttons. I glanced at the chat which was going crazy with speculations and caps lock.

“Ethan you little shit get off of me.” I screamed at the top of my lungs, before pouncing on him and lightly pressing my fingers against his sides.

He let out a bunch of high pitched screams and pleas as I tickled his sides.

“Okay, okay I’m sorry please stop.” He cried out with what little breath he has left.

I smirked and got off of him, leaning back in to my spot on the couch.

“Alright that’s enough for the stream today guys.” He breathed with a sigh of relief.

I watched as the chat continued to freak out and beg for explanations, but Ethan ignored so the fans are left on edge and did his outro.

“Well that’s a good way to freak the fandom out.” He chuckled softly.

I began to giggle along with him, and laid my head on the arm rest of the couch. Once we settled down I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath. He looked over at me with a serious look on his face, and his chin rested upon his palm. I could feel the couch dip closer and closer to me till I felt his presence right above me.

I fluttered my eyes open to see Ethan’s face inches from mine, and his arms on either side of me. His hot breath fanned against my face as his beautiful blue eyes scanned every inch of me. I tilted my chin upwards expecting him to give me what I wanted, but he suddenly relaxed his arms letting his body fall on to mine. I groaned at his action, but let out a soft chuckle as I ran my fingers through his hair. He sleepily hummed, as he situated his head on to my chest.

I let him fall asleep, and I continued to rub his back while I focused on whatever movie was on. He shifted slightly and picked his head up.

“Wait.” He brought his face close to mine and gave me a quick peck on the lips without a warning.

“Okay now I sleep” he hugged me closer, leaving me with a flustered face.

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