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LGBT+ MASTERLIST PROJECT BY ROCIO @nuevayor​

Week One: TELEVISION
Week Two: MOVIES
Week Three: BOOKS
Week Four: POETRY
Week Five: MUSIC
Week Six: COMICS
Week Seven: DOCUMENTARIES
Week Eight: PODCASTS
Week Ten: HISTORY
Week Eleven: RESOURCES
Week Twelve: THANK YOU + GOODBI

Week Nine: Hello again and welcome back to the LGBT+ Masterlist Project!

I had originally named this post ‘BLOGS + VLOGS’ but after the overwhelming amount of suggestions specific to YouTube channels, I figured to dedicate this week’s post entirely to YouTubers. Voilà, here we are!

The genres vary this week, as always. We’ve got beauty vlogs, lifestyle vlogs, cooking vlogs, music vlogs, talk show set ups, and a bunch of other types of content! One thing is for sure, and the whole point of this entire project: these are all LGBT+ YouTubers. A lot of them are here on Tumblr too! So I added their @’s for you as well. 

If you think I’ve mislabeled someone (as in, if I have put them in this list or in the gifs above when they aren’t LGBT+), please tell me immediately as there’s nothing I value more than accuracy - I will be sure to follow up. In addition! If you’ve got recs, don’t hesitate to send them my way (particularly LGBT+ YouTubers who are people of color - I was underwhelmed to see the vast yet not so diverse YouTube vlogging landscape when it came to popularity.)

Next week: LGBT+ HISTORY - a compilation of academic journals, articles, autobiographies, YouTube videos, and other types of media that cover the long and too often glossed over history of the vast and diverse LGBT+ community. If you have any recommendations, send them my way!

Enjoy: LGBT+ YOUTUBERS

  • Pero Like - “Pero, like… You know what we mean. Weekly videos of tu vida.” A Latinx-oriented vlog in which one of the YouTubers is Salvadoran and gay, but LGBT topics are not the main thing they vlog about
  • Shannon @now-this-is-living​ & Cammie @the-2nd-star-to-the-right on their channel nowthisisliving - A lesbian couple who are “just sharing [their] story/love/life with anyone who wants to listen”
  • Claudia Boleyn - A bisexual YouTuber who makes videos about mental health and social justice issues
  • Miles Jai  (giffed above) - Posts improv sketches, parodies, “beauty tutorials”, as well as vlogs
  • Kat Blaque @katblaque (giffed above) - “Opinion Vlogger, Children’s Illustrator and Thrift Store Addict”
  • Sara @rnashallah(giffed above) - Totally not putting her up here because we’ve been mutuals on Tumblr for like mad long and I’m just very fond of Sara as a person. She vlogs about her life and tbh that alone is worth a sub in my book!
  • Eileen W. @peeves(giffed above) - Another good friend of mine (let me live). HILARIOUS, sarcastic, honest, and is pretty much always there to Validate You, so support her and subscribe!
  • Marina Watanabe @marinashutup​ (giffed above) - “Part time feminist vlogger, full time sass machine. Biracial, bisexual, bipedal.”
  • Kid Fury @signedfury - “Born in Miami and raising hell in New York City, Kid Fury is a media mouthpiece with a whole lot of nerve. This channel is one of many avenues Fury uses to cover life, pop culture and more with a unique and sharp flare of truth, shade, and fuckery.”
  • AriFitz @itsarifitz - Lifestyle + style vlog

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Vow

*swamped with homework and feelings and managed to shell this out a month late…I’m a mess™*

Request:  Hii can i have a drabble thingy game with jimin?TY😙😉 12,23 by  rebelliousjvmin

Word Count: 8.6k

Originally posted by bwipsul

He’s a literal angel


You were immersed in a deep sleep, tired from working on a large project that was worth half your grade. In you attempt to disconnect from the world around and sleep peacefully, you blocked out the sounds and all touch with reality. The sudden dip in your bed didn’t bother you, the presence of another body and an arm haphazardly wrapping around you, these were things you were blocking out. Until you felt a finger on your cheek.

“Hey, roomie.”

“I hate you.”

“You know you love me.”

“Kiss my ass, Jimin.” You used to think you were lucky to be paired up with your best friend in the dorms of your university. Until you realized he was a clingy, sassy and messy guy that never failed to annoy you. His leisure attitude towards school was opposite to your dedication to reading every word of your textbook. He was a jock, baseball being the reason he was here in your room and cheekily smiling at you.  

“I wouldn’t mind doing that.” You whacked him in the face with your pillow, wanting him to leave your room but he instead pulled you closer against his chest.

“Let go of me, you pervert.”

“You told me to kiss your ass, now…”

“I swear to god, Jimin, I’ll suffocate you in your sleep.”

“Kinky. I always wanted to test out breath play.”

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anonymous asked:

no offense but.. it seems like people are jumping to use 'allura has seen what the galra can do' as an excuse for her to be admittedly really mean to keith. like yes, she had a reason to be vary of ulaz but that's keith, he's never given her reason to doubt him. and you're all forgetting that shiro was tortured by the galra and he trusts keith (and ulaz and kolivan), or that 90% of pidge's family was taken from her by the galra and she never shows any malice towards keith..

and you’re all forgetting that shiro was tortured by the galra and he trusts keith (and ulaz and kolivan), or that 90% of pidge’s family was taken from her by the galra and she never shows any malice towards keith..

It’s not exactly… fair, to compare everyone’s different reactions. Allura, Shiro, and Pidge all experienced different things when it comes to the Galra. 

Pidge hates them, but that hate is because of the second-hand effect they have on her life thanks to the kidnapping of her family. She knows Keith is not responsible for her family’s disappearance, ergo, there’s no reason to hate him. 

Shiro knew Keith before the show even began. Keith also considers Shiro a brother, and the feeling is probably mutual. So like, trusting Keith is basically second-nature to Shiro at this point. Any lingering issues would probably be shelved to be dealt with either a) after the final battle, or b) never considering how Shiro deals with things lmao. 

Also, Shiro’s trust in Ulaz and Kolivan… idk, I can’t remember the specifics of the season, but I always interpreted that as a) Ulaz helped Shiro escape from indefinite torture and captivity so y’know what, I’d be pretty thankful too, and b) Working with Kolivan followed on the tail end of Ulaz’s sacrifice, so Shiro would have felt obligated to continue the alliance out of respect to Ulaz. Plus, it just makes sense strategically? Shiro wants this war to be over as soon as possible, and having allies would only hasten that.

But Allura… My guys, the Galra are her oppressors. Allura is a princess to a civilization that is dead. We know how dedicated Allura is to her father’s/people’s legacy, we see it every time she treats Voltron with respect. We know Allura’s reverence for life, because we’ve seen her sacrifice herself without hesitation for planets she met only hours ago. We know how deeply Allura loves, we know how committed she is to her pledge of defending those who cannot defend themselves, and we know that she watched her people die. We know she watched her planet, her home, and the people she was sworn to protect, burn. And she knew the bastard that did it.

People think that it’s unreasonable for Allura to distrust Keith because they’ve been teammates for a while, and to some extent that is fair. But guys… Allura once trusted Zarkon. Remember all those flashbacks? Remember how Zarkon and Alfor were friends? Remember how Zarkon was there, for everything? Remember how Alfor trusted Zarkon to be the Black Paladin, how Alfor trusted Zarkon to lead Voltron and protect the universe- a universe which, by the way, included Allura?

Allura knew Zarkon. This is all speculation, but- I bet that Zarkon was once an uncle-figure to Allura. I bet that Zarkon was once Alfor’s most trusted ally, and as a show of that trust, Zarkon was present during Allura’s childhood. I bet Allura respected Zarkon. I bet she wanted to be him. I bet Allura tried to emulate the leader that her father and Zarkon both embodied. I bet that Allura trusted Zarkon.

And we all knew how that ended. So maybe… is it really that much of a stretch to say that the fear of history repeating itself reared its ugly head, and made Allura briefly distrust her own teammate?

no offense but.. it seems like people are jumping to use ‘allura has seen what the galra can do’ as an excuse for her to be admittedly really mean to keith.

Yes, it sucks that Keith’s feelings were hurt. Allura wasn’t right you guys, that’s not what I’m saying at all. She risked alienating (lol) a teammate, therefore potentially fracturing Voltron, and she also could have prolonged the fight with Zarkon by several months because she refused to work with the Blades. Allura wasn’t right.

But… this entire thing between Keith and Allura didn’t exist in a vacuum. Why are you just focusing on Keith’s feelings? Why aren’t you taking into consideration the fact that Allura has her own emotional baggage too? Why are you focused on wiping away Keith’s tears when Allura still feels the need to project an image of strength and leadership, even when she’s at her lowest and needs comforting?

I know people like to compare being Galra = gay but it’s also… that’s not what happened, Allura gave Keith the cold shoulder for like a week and then apologized, and now they’re fine. It’s okay, you guys. Allura didn’t psychologically scar Keith for life, he’s a big boy and he’s already started moving on. I know I’m oversimplifying things, but so many Keith stans seem… hell-bent on milking Keith’s Man Pain for all its worth when really. He was sad for a bunch of unnecessary shots and was fine by the end of the season. 

You can write your tortured Keith meta on your own time, but you can also do it without demonizing Allura, thx.

let’s just be us

summary: based on this post by @bleebug (rockstar!killian and movie star!emma secretly dating, but those pesky fans figure it out…)

word count: ~3500

an: thanks to @swans-and-pirates for being a stellar beta! <3


Emma Swan likes to think she has it all in order.

Being an A-List celebrity is hard enough as it is, with paparazzi discovering her when she so much decides to go visit Starbucks for ten minutes. But, she has a plan and she has tricks that keep her relatively average.

Trick number one: private social media accounts.

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Moving On

pairing: Lin x reader

warnings: alcohol. swearing. SADNESS.

summary: TEN moments in the journey of moving on

I rose from the dead to bring you all some PAIN. It took me a while to get this done because I wanted to get it right. A big thanks to @l-nmanuel for being my sunshine, @linslovelylocks for helping me out with the Pain, and @gratitudejoyandsorrow for making me read Love & Misadventure (which inspired this fic). (@imkindapassionate-kindasoulless)

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ONE (play is all it takes for her to fall in love)

You remember seeing him for the first time in a school play, all untidy black hair and dark wild eye. He was confident, almost arrogant in the way he commanded presence onstage. You ran to him after the play to congratulate him on his excellent performance.

You expected a haughty smirk from the lead actor, but instead he grinned bashfully and admitted that your pieces in the school magazine was always the highlight of his Tuesday.

“If only I was as good a writer as you are, I could write the greatest play in the history of ever,” he had said.

Just for a moment there, you saw the bleeding edge of insecurity underneath his sunny exterior. All it took was an exchange of numbers, a series of texts overnight, and by the next day, the two of you were already best friends.

TWO (people play acting. or are they?)

Lin is pacing the length of his bedroom, looking absolutely terrified for his audition tomorrow.

“I wish I could help,” you say absently, editing your article on your laptop. His head immediately snaps to you.

“Help me act out some scenes?”

You raise your eyebrows at him. He grins, pulling on his ‘but-I’m-your-best-friend’ face. You’ve never been able to say no to that smile. He grabs your laptop from you and types something, then shows you a list of prompts. So you spend 5 hours switching between at least 20 different characters, ranging from an angry grandmother to a hot girl he meets at a bar. You both turn to your laptop to see the final prompt.

‘A and B are best friends. A’s reaction to B getting married. ’

“Congrats,” you say, turning to him, already in character.

“That’s a lie.” He gives a mirthless laugh.

“I’m not! Congratulations,” you repeat, wondering where he was trying to steer the script.

“You’re lying! Why aren’t you happy for me? What are you trying to say?” he said fiercely, his black eyes boring into you.

“I’m trying to say that I’m in love with you!” you yell.

Right after the words leave your mouth, your heart stops. That isn’t part of the prompt. Your feelings aren’t supposed to get tangled with your improvisation. Wait, your feelings? For him?

“You have no right to say that just before I’m getting married,” Lin hisses.

“I’ve tried, you idiot. You think I want this?” you snap.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do anything about it,” he says, looking down. Your heart drums against your chest, and then you grin.

“Aaaand, scene.”

THREE (times he rewrote the script and it was still rejected)

He slumps down in the seat next to you, everything in his movement looking drained. You ask him if anything is wrong, but he just shakes his head mutely. You try again, taking his hand in yours. And for some reason, he tells you.

“My script was rejected,” he says quietly. “I thought I already knew rejection, but not this. I put everything into this. I rewrote the entire thing 3 times.”

You squeeze his hand. “Keep rewriting. You have all the time in the world.”

His smile is sad, and grateful, and something in your heart tightens. You smile back at him, hoping that he can’t see the butterflies in your stomach. You stare at his brown eyes. They aren’t the colour of the ocean, but you can drown in them anyway.

“Mi corazón,” he says, smiling at you.

“My nerd,” you reply affectionately.

(at) FOUR (a.m. he decides to get a tattoo because he can’t stop thinking about someone)

Lin gets paired up with Natalie, the future valedictorian, for a project. You see them and the first thing that you feel is a loud, stinging pang of jealousy, but in the back of your mind, there’s a click that tells you they’re meant to be. You ignore it and keep it to yourself, because that’s what you do best.

He texts you. ‘hey i’m getting a tattoo of a mic, come with?’

You accompany him to the tattoo parlor as he gets the mic. He’s over the moon as you drive home.

“What do you think?” he asks, trying to catch a glimpse of his tattoo for the first time.

“Personally, I wouldn’t get a tattoo that says daddy in cursive, but-”

“What the fuck?” he yells, wheeling around to try to see his back in the mirror.

“I’m kidding! Who inspired you to get a mic anyway?”

His face transforms into a wide, carefree smile, and his entire being relaxes. “Natalie.”

You turn up the volume of the radio so he doesn’t hear your heart breaking.

FIVE (Gordon Ramsay insults. technically, the last one isn’t an insult.)

You’re there when Lin finally kisses her.

It’s her birthday, and she tries to pass it off as low-key by calling it ‘just a barbeque’, but the truth is that it’s a very expensive beach party. You and Lin are piling food into your plate, trying to fit in with the rich kids by shouting Gordon Ramsay-esque insults.

“The pork is so raw it’s still singing Hakuna Matata!” you yell, stabbing it and taking a big bite.

“Why did the chicken cross the road? Because you didn’t fucking cook it!” He says in a terrible British accent.

“Maybe you should give this piece of meat to the gods; I hear they like burnt offerings.”

He puts both hands on your cheeks. “What are you?”

“An idiot sandwich,” you say, faux tearfully. The two of you cackle in amusement, stealing bits of food of each other’s plate. Lin is about to launch into Ramsay mode again when Natalie approaches the two of you.

“Hey, guys,” she says happily.

“Hello, linda,” Lin interjects quickly, taking her hand. It’s a joke he always uses when trying to pick up girls - calling them linda so they’d say “my name isn’t Linda” and he can reply “linda means beautiful in Spanish” and watch them turn red.

Instead, a dusty pink blush spreads across her cheeks. “Quiet, you,” she laughs. Lin’s eyes light up in disbelief, like ‘holy shit, this amazing girl knows Spanish, she just got even hotter’. His eyes flit to you for permission, and you give him a big thumbs up.

You watch as Lin walk Natalie to the edge of the water, and they sit down. Gently, he puts his hands on her cheeks and says: “What are you?”

Natalie grins. “The love of your life?”

Even from a distance, you can hear Lin’s warm laugh, fading away as he leans in to kiss her. Everyone ceases their conversation to cheer and whistle at them. When Lin pulls away, he’s wearing a smile similar to a Cheshire cat’s.

Daniel, Lin’s roommate, lunges forward and pushes Lin towards the water. Natalie’s friends catch on to the idea and push her towards the water until the two of them are knee deep in water. You laugh along with everyone, until the crowd starts to dissipate. You return to your room.

It’s past midnight when Lin tiptoes into your room to grab fresh clothes that he keeps in your drawer. “Good night, Lin,” you whisper as he passes your bed.

He gasps. “Shut up, (Y/N).”

“I’m happy for you.”

“Shut. Up.” You can’t see his face in the dark, but you’re pretty sure he’s smiling as he leaves the room.

SIX (songs that aren’t even dedicated to her)

The worst thing about being in love with your best friend is that you can’t tell your best friend about it.

Your heart skips a beat when Lin texts you. ‘heya i’m making you a mixtape! it’s cute and adorable and fluffy (like me)’

You reply within seconds. ‘hm, what’s it about?’

‘SHIT sorry that message was for natalie!! actually, since you are a fellow pretentious fuck when it comes to music, can you help me out with the mix?’

‘sure. tell me about it.’

‘okay so i already have Perfect by Ed Sheeran, for obvious reasons, and Don’t You Forget About Me. what else?”

‘Ignition (Remix)!!!!’

‘are you fucking kidding no way’

‘come on, dude.’

‘fine. I’m also feeling The Fray. How To Save A Life?’

‘no wtf that song is mainstream and irrelevant. Heartbeat.’

‘good one. 505?’

‘YES. also. Cherry Wine.’

‘It’s done! It’s a mini-mix, i’m putting together a longer and better one for her birthday. THANK YOU, wingwoman.’

‘send it to me for prooflistening!!’

My Only Sunshine, by Lin-Manuel

Heartbeat - The Fray
505 - Arctic Monkeys
Ignition (Remix) - R. Kelly
Perfect - Ed Sheeran
Cherry Wine - Hozier
Don’t You Forget About Me - Simple Minds

‘nice job, cabrón.’

SEVEN (billion people in the world and she chose to fall in love with the one who doesn’t love her back)

“Natalie’s parents are thinking of saying no if Lin proposes to her,” Chris announces, placing a plate of eggs in front of you.

“What?” you splutter, dropping your spoon. “No. The wedding has to happen.”

Chris gives you a long, measured look. “I thought their wedding being cancelled would save you from a great deal of pain.”

“It doesn’t matter if I tear my own heart in two. Because if Lin is happy, then it is worth it-”

“God!” Chris’ eyes narrows. “What could possibly be worth it?”

“Everything that I have lost!” you shout. “Lin!”

Chris breathes in and out slowly, and there’s something like pity in his eyes when he looks at you. “7.5 billion people in the world and you had to choose the one who doesn’t love you back.”

EIGHT (bottles of beer and she still misses him)

“What’s up, big shot?” you slur, holding the phone in one hand and a bottle of cheap beer in the other.

“Fuck,” he exhales, realising you were drunk. “I’ll be at your place in 5 to make sure you’re okay.”

“You’re so far away, Lin,” you complain. “Souls don’t understand the notion of distance, you know that? They only know how right it feels to be with one another. I miss you even when you’re just a room away, because my soul only feels the absence of yours.”

He laughs, and through the haze of alcohol you feel warmth spread through you, like a sun peeking from behind the clouds. “You only miss me when you’re drunk.”

“I’m drunk because I miss you,” you say softly. A beat of silence passes, and time stands still. You wonder if he hung up.

“Natalie’s calling.” The sound of her name shatters the moment like glass. You can’t find it in you to reply.

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get there,” he jokes. His voice is rough, scratchy, and he mutters a goodbye before hanging up.

True to his word, he appears 5 minutes later in your doorstep. He notices the empty bottles of beer on the floor and sees you lying down on the couch. Without hesitation, he gently pushes you to make space for him and lies down next to you.

You grin sleepily up at him. “Thanks for coming, but I’d rather sleep.”

“Sleep, mi corazón,” he whispers softly, pulling you closer to him. You know that he isn’t going to stay the night, but it’s still a slap to your face when he’s gone in the morning leaving nothing but a note taped to a glass of water.

For the first time, you feel white-hot jealousy flare up in you. All you wake up to is a hastily scrawled note, while Natalie gets to wake up to the life-sized, walking, talking Lin: to the sizzle of him cooking bacon, to his raspy humming, to his brown eyes half-lidded with sleep, to him.

(he’s on cloud) NINE

“(Y/N). You should fall in love. It’s amazing.”

He sounds drunk, but he actually isn’t. Drunk on love, maybe. It’s a joy for you to see your best friend like this, but it hurts like hell to see him like this because of another girl. It’s like he can’t stop talking about her, he always slides her name into every single sentence, twisting every conversation to relate it back to her.

You become so worried about losing your best friend that you check his phone to see what your name is in his contacts. You breathe a sigh of relief when it’s still mi corazón. You look for Natalie’s contact. Mi alma.

Mi corazón, my heart. You’re his heart; you know what he likes, what he hates, you see all his dark and you love his light.

Mi alma, my soul. She is his soul; he lives and breathes her, she sees the stars in his smile, everything he does is either with her, because of her, or for her.

TEN (years after meeting him and she finally lets him go)

Lin appears in your house with two cups of coffee. “I’m thinking of proposing to Natalie,” he says, after taking a long sip from his cup.

“Do it,” you cheered, grinning. He looks at you, searching for any kind of falseness, but there is none.

“I- Are you sure?”

“Yes. When I met you, I thought you hung all the stars and the moon in the sky. But I came to realise that you are just like me. You know the shape of my soul and the words of my heart. You’re my first love, Lin, and you always will be. But I deserve someone who loves me back, so I can be the poem instead of the poet I’ve always been. I’ve been stuck in your orbit for years, and this is me breaking free.”

He bites his lip and stares at the ground. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you say softly, pulling him into a hug. You savor the moment, drawing it out for as long as possible, and then you pull away. The smile that he gives you afterwards is worth everything.

The next day, you’re out at dinner with Natalie, and you can tell that she has something to say by the way she cuts her chicken into smaller pieces than is necessary. “I think Lin’s going to propose to me.”

“Really?” you enthuse. “That’s great!”

“Any words from his best friend?” she asks.

You’re silent for a long moment, trying to find the words. “Take care of him. He looks like he has enough love to give to everyone, but sometimes he needs love as well. Be honest about his work. He enjoys criticism. He’ll sometimes think he’s the dullest of the bunch, when in reality he’s the brightest. With every word, pen stroke, and touch, you’re going to fall deeper in love with him. Please, just love him with everything you have.”

She holds your gaze, and between the two of you, there was some kind of resolve; an understanding. She knows. And she knows you’re moving on.

“Oh, and Natalie?” you ask, just before the moment fades.

“Yeah?” she says, with a smile that eases your mind. Not many people deserve Lin, but she definitely does.

“Don’t you fucking dare break his heart.”

10

Kick-Ass Chicks: Julie Mooney & Emily Sims

If you see two girls dancing perfectly in synch to your favorite classic tunes, there’s a high chance it’s sisters and bloggers, Julie and Emily. As we walked up to the busy front gates before the park’s official opening, we wondered just how we would find the two dancing darlings in a sea of people. But to no surprise, we spotted them in their matching Vans Lifeguard Hats & Sk8-Hi’s in a matter of seconds— after all, Vans Girls always standout from the crowd. Their laid-back California style and carefree attitudes may have already drawn you in, but their epic tips, tricks, and rare finds will keep you glued to their Insta stories and coming back for more! We sat down with Julie and Emily to get a glimpse into their mega fun careers and to talk building a business as sisters, and having the happiest place on earth as their office. Find out how they turned their passion into a career after the jump…

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Little idea inspired by Brendon’s story about falling off his skateboard. Full credit to whoever this photo was posted by orginally <3 <3 dedicated to the amazing @lacyandbeebourie becayse I love her <3

I’m sorry it’s so long XD

Word count - 5781

A Couple Puffs Then We’re Done

I padded through the college into my lecture, I was about 20 minutes early so I wasn’t expecting anyone to be there yet. I winced at the stinging sensation on my leg under my jeans, why I had thought skinny jeans were a good idea after bailing off my board yesterday was beyond me, but it was me after all. To my surprise the lecture room wasn’t a ghostland and as luck would have it there were even some of my friends, I glanced over at Brendon, Ryan and Spencer sitting a little away from my friends, no doubt Ryan had followed Sophia here. Brendon smiled at me, we didn’t talk huge amounts but we had worked together on projects a few times, nevertheless he was still super hot, tattoos covering his left forearm and always wearing a tshirt with skinny jeans, almost black hair lazily flicked to one side with his hand. He was in a band and played a ton of instruments AND sang which just made him hotter quite honestly. I walked through to my friends and threw myself into a chair, groaning out when I scraped the raw skin on my leg.

“AH fuck!” I yelped slightly, my hands flying to my right thigh.

“Jesus what happened to you?” Sophia asked, turning her head to face me.

“I had a total wipe out on my board yesterday.” I laughed at my own stupidity, it was even doing a trick, literally doing an ollie down a step.

“Isn’t that in the sea?” Lola asked in typical airhead fashion.

“Skateboard Lo.” I sighed, giggling.

“What happened?” Sophia asked, laughing with me.

“I tried to ollie down a step and just failed miserable, I fell straight on my ass and it fucking hurt.” I laughed, never the one to hold back when explaining things.

“You’re an idiot.” She teased, giggling along with me, I heard the boys chatting behind us.

“You know I did pretty much the exact same thing last summer.” Brendon’s smooth voice rang out, I snapped my head around, he was grinning slightly.

“Really? I didn’t even know you board.” I turned to face him, that distinctive half smile, that I wish I didn’t love so much, was plastered all over his face.

“Yeah! I was skating across the road and tried to ollie up the sidewalk and just went flying forward, scraped my whole side up, I think I got a picture somewhere.” He shook his head as he told the story, his smile beaming at me, god he was too hot, one hand slipping up to run through his impossibly dark hair. “What board do you have anyway?”

“I got a Diamond Supply custom.” I grinned, picturing my gorgeous skateboard sitting in my dorm room.

“Nice! Mines an Alien Workshop. It’s beat up as fuck I need a new one. How did you get your hands on a custom aren’t they way expensive?”

“I got it for my 18th from my dad. It’s getting pretty beat up already.”

“I’ve literally never seen a Diamond Supply custom in person.”

“Oh my God, mine is gorgeous! I…” I hesitated for a split second, rethinking my plan to fuck with a guy with so much of a reputation. “I mean, I can show you mine, you can fuck about with it tomorrow or something.”

“Seriously? Awesome, it’s a date!” He chimed, grinning the biggest smile ever at me, the girls giggled a little. “Although… please expect me to be bugging you about this like tomorrow, because I really like those boards.” We sat and nattered a little more about skating and different boards before our professor came in and we had to be quiet. The rest of the class I kept feeling Brendon’s eyes on me, turning occasionally to see his head snap away, turning to face the front again, his focus on his notebook was adorable, lip pulled between his teeth and brows scrunching up occasionally. I wasn’t paying attention much. As we finished I shoved my books back in my bag, standing and trailing after the girls, we were about to head to get some food when a voice disturbed us.

“Hey Y/N!” Brendon yelled, running up to me, the girls were giggling already, I turned to face him, returning the smile he shot at me.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Well… umm seeing as we don’t have many of the same classes and might not see each other til’ next week, I was gonna ask if umm… well… could I have your number?” He stuttered slightly, grinning nonetheless, I heard whispering from behind me but opted to ignore it.

“Yeah sure, pass your phone.” He did so without hesitation, thrusting his phone into my hands. “It's… umm it’s locked.”

“Oh shit yeah…” He leaned in. “8274” He whispered, I raised an eyebrow, tapping in the digits, his phone unlocked.

“You didn’t have to tell me. You literally could have done it yourself.”

“eh… I don’t mind you knowing my password. Don’t tell anyone though. Private stuff.” He said, his tone teasing and did he just wink at me? I tapped my number into his phone and called myself so I knew his too, he took his phone back triumphantly, grinning. “Thanks… I’ll text you later, maybe we can plan something.” He grinned, pulling me into a quick hug before sauntering away.

“Someone’s popular.” Sophia giggled along with Lola, both of them staring.

“Oh shut up.”

It was late afternoon when my phone buzzed for the first time, the name Brendon popping up on screen.

Brendon: Hi…

I smiled at the awkward as hell message, typing one back, hesitating before I pressed send, the following conversation was actually pretty cute… I think.

Me: Hey, couldn’t wait to speak to me again? ;)

It took precisely 30 seconds for it to buzz again.

Brendon: I was actually here to ask for nudes, why else would I want your number? :D

I laughed at his response, typing my own one out.

Me: Creeeeeep. That line work for you before? :P

Brendon: Oh don’t flatter yourself. I meant of your board ;) *nervous laughter*

Me: Suuuuuure.

Brendon: That a no?

Me: Shut up!

Brendon: Gotta run, band practise. Talk later?

Me: I’m free all night :)

Brendon: OK… text you later :*

I looked back to my laptop when the phone buzzed again.

Brendon: By the way, add me on Snapchat :* patdBrendon x

Did he send me a kiss? I added him anyway, he didn’t accept right away but I knew he was with the band so I didn’t sweat it. I kept working on my music theory stuff, a notebook to the side of me as I jotted things down. I spent a good couple of hours working before I was disturbed by the girls coming busting in the room, all dressed up and ready to go out, there was a party but I really wasn’t sure if I wanted to go.

“Hey studious Sally, coming out?” Sophia asked, giggling as she tugged at her dress, she looked pretty but so typically girly.

“I should work really. Plus it’s not really my scene.” I tried to talk her into leaving me alone, but it failed.

“Oh come on, Ryan and Spencer will be there.” Lola squealed, the both had a thing with those two.

“And that benefits me how?” I asked, turning back to my notebook and finishing off my sentence.

“Because Brendon will be with them.” Sophia teased me, I shook my head. “Oh come on! It’s just one night to have some fun!” I knew she would keep going on if I didn’t agree so I gave in.

“OK fine! Give me half hour to yet ready.” They giggled excitedly, hopping around like 5 year olds. “And don’t even try to get me to wear a dress.” They left me be finally, leaving to go do whatever other useless pre party rituals they wanted. I stood in front of my mirror, my hair had been plaited all day so I opted for the easy option of taking it out, leaving it wavy around my shoulders, I put some smokey eyeshadow on and mascara and my favourite dark red lipstick, satisfied with my head I decided to go look through my wardrobe. I opted for black, ripped skinny jeans and a cropped tank top, throwing on my beat up old converse and my sweater over the top, it was a nice sweater so I was sure I could get away with it. I actually felt like I looked pretty cute so decided to show off a little, opening Snapchat on my phone, I lifted the phone up a little to show the whole outfit, smiling into the camera, writing “Being forced to go out XD” under it. I posted it on my story and within a few minutes I got a text from Brendon again.

Brendon: What party are you being forced to go to? ;)

Me: I don’t even know who’s party is it… I got nagged into it.

Brendon: Well as luck would have it I’m also being forced to go to a party :P

Me: Might not even be the same one…

Brendon: I hope it is ;)

I decided to leave it at that, I didn’t want to make myself seen desperate or needy, play it cool Y/N, play it cool. Funnily enough I got another message from him, this time on Snapchat, he was wearing a dark shirt and snapback, a smile plastered across his face. “Nice outfit though…” it read. I smirked slightly at the snap, did he just say I looked good? I started to get an all too familiar feeling of anxiety that I was reading this whole situation wrong, I mean he had a reputation as a bit of a womaniser and I was starting to worry I was just his next quest. I tried to swallow down my nervous feelings and finish getting ready, skipping the jacket because I knew how warm it was tonight. The girls came bursting back through the door, both eyeing me.

“Ok not gonna lie, you might not be wearing a dress but you look hot!” Lola giggled, looking me up and down.

“Agreed, and your makeup is smoking.” Sophie added on the end, they both had their purses and were ready to go.

“Jesus do I have girlfriends or pervy guy friends here?!” I grabbed my back, slinging it over my shoulder. “Can we get this damn party over with?” With that I was dragged away, lead to some frat house on campus, jesus this would be annoying.

The party was a typical college party, tonnes of drunk jocks trying to get into the sorority girls pants, it was times like this when I regretted being such a quiet person in college, at least if I spoke to more people I wouldn’t be such a loner at parties. Some drooling jock came stumbling over to me, leaning his arm on the wall above me, he stunk of beer and cologne, not a good combination.

“You’re that skater girl, into all the metal music and weird shit right?” He slurred out, his breath was disgusting and made me feel pretty nauseous actually.

“Umm yeah I guess.” I sighed, taking a sip of my drink, he was wearing the college football team jersey, why you would wear it to a party I don’t know.

“It’s pretty hot, all that emo shit.” He slurred again, wow this was probably the most offensive pick up I’d ever experienced.

“Oh really, well the dumb jock look isn’t, so go find some other girl to hit on.” I snapped slightly, slipping out from under his arm and heading away, to my surprise, Brendon was standing in front of me, head tilted to the side with a broad smile, he looked so good tonight, his jeans fitted him in the best way and his dark tshirt sitting under a black leather jacket, I noticed the absence of the snapback though.

“Lose your hat?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

“Eh, it didn’t go with the jacket.” He shrugged, eyes moving to the jock that had been speaking to me 30 seconds ago. “You look about as happy to be here as me.”

“Just got told that ‘all the emo shit’ is pretty hot by some drooling chimp.” I giggled slightly, Brendon gently pulled me to the side to someone could get past me, the small contact felt nice. “So all in all a pretty good night.” He scoffed with laughter.

“Ah damn, I knew jocks were your type.” He leant on a table next to us, flicking his hair from his face effortlessly.

“Oh please, there’s only about 20 brain cells on that whole team and 10 of them are in the captain.” I sassed, putting the empty cup in my hand down.

“Ouch, I felt that burn from here, you want another drink?” He smiled sweetly, his eyes seeming to cost up and down me.

“Nah its cool, I wasn’t planning to stay much longer anyway.” I shook my head, returning the smile he gave me, with that Lola and Sophia come over, hanging off of Spencer and Ryan’s arms respectively. Music began blaring and I couldn’t hear myself think, I heard Lola shouting at Brendon and I to come and dance, as much as I tried to avoid it even Brendon was trying to convince me.

“Ah come on… just a few songs?” He pouted at me, smiling brightly when I relented and allowed myself to be lead onto the dancefloor. We all danced together, singing along to the music, it was fun for about 20 minutes then the novelty of dancing with the guy I liked had worn off. Brendon pulled me close as them music played and I felt my heart beginning to race, pounding in my chest as his lips leant close to my ear.

“Wanna blow this place? I’m bored outta my mind!” He yelled over the music, I nodded, letting him lead me out the party. “Don’t you need to let your friends know where you’re going?”

“Nah, they’re too busy with Spencer and Ryan, I’ll text them.” I shook my head, Brendon and I walked aimlessly for a while before he spoke.

“Wanna go pick up our boards? I got some weed at mine we could have a smoke and skate?” He smiled, I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Smoke weed on campus?” I heard the shock in my own voice, cringing a little.

“Calm down goody two shoes, my place is off campus, we could pick up your board then walk to mine, then maybe we could go for a skate?” He smiled sweetly, the idea sounded amazing, it wasn’t so late and the sun was going to set soon, it was warm and breezy so I wouldn’t get too hot.

“You know… that sounds like an awesome idea.” I smiled, we walked to mine, Brendon spent about ten minutes in my room just gushing over my skateboard before I finally managed to drag him out to go to his place. He walked and I used my board, even though I let him have a few turns on it, we headed over to his place, he let me in and lead me to his bedroom.

“Want me to roll a few blunts before we go? So we don’t have to keep coming back or rolling while we’re out?” He sat down, pulling out a small box with all of his stuff in.

“It’s ok, I’ll only have a little. Don’t wanna steal all your weed.” I tried to argue but he shook his head.

“Don’t be silly, I’ll roll and few and you can smoke as much as you want.” He did as he said, rolling a few blunts and putting them in a small silver tin, throwing that in the pocket of his leather jacket, he lead me outside, grabbing his own board as we left, he grabbed keys and his wallet. “It sucks that that you know how to skate.” He grinned at me, I tilted my head to the side, confused by the comment.

“What… why?” I was totally puzzled by it.

“Because… teaching you how to skate would have been a really good way to get close to you.” He flashed a cheesy grin, both of us cracking up into giggles, after he giggled be pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, eyes flitting up and down over me again.

“Well looks like you’ll have to be more inventive then.” I challenged, still wasn’t sure about this but I was all up for having fun tonight.

“Well aren’t you lucky I like a challenge.”

As we were skating around near his place we took the odd video of each other, I posted a few of Brendon skating on snapchat as well as a few selfies, he took a few videos of us both smoking and skating, playing some music off of my phone. Time completely flew by, the sun was setting fast and we were both pretty stoned skating around, laughing and joking on his snapchat and my own. I stopped and slid my sweater off, feeling the heat bubbling on my skin from skating, throwing it on the grass I was left in my cropped tank top, strappy and sitting just above my naval. I felt Brendon’s eyes on me, flitting up and down my body slowly, it was actually kind of hot feeling like he might actually be attracted to me. His jacket was already on the ground, he stopped, running a hand casually through his hair, flopping on the ground to light a blunt. I sat next to him, glad to be taking a breather for a minute, flopping back on the grass, smoking a little before he headed up to skate some more, smiling at me as he messed around. While he was skating again I looked at his Snapchat, he had taken several videos and pictures and posted them, one was of us both boarding, one picture of us sitting smoking a joint. I looked at the next video and it was me skating with the words “she’s perfect” and a heart sticker on it, I felt myself blush a little, the next picture was us on the grass with “beats a party anyday” written on it. The last few pictures and videos on his story were what got me. One was a picture of me, sweater off midway through an ollie, it was a pretty good picture actually but it was the caption that got me. “Lucky to be with her tonight” and more hearts followed, the final video was us skating and laughing. “A night well spent.” I was blushing so hard by the end of the story, he came skating over, plopping back down next to me on the grass. I took out my phone, holding it out in front of us and pressing a kiss to his cheek, snapping the picture, captioning it “He’s adorable” I plastered the end of it with hearts.

“So tell me more about yourself Urie.” I teased as we lay in the grass, taking an pull of the blunt he had given me.

“There’s not much to know.” He smiled, looking up at the sky.

“Liar… there’s tonnes to know, you just don’t trust anyone enough to tell them.” I smiled and got one back, his eyebrows arched slightly at me.

“Wow… beautiful and intelligent, have I fallen on my feet here?” He flashed another gorgeous smile and I giggled, feeling myself flushing pink, he took a pull on his own joint.

“Oh stop teasing and open up will ya?” I laughed, even though I actually wanted him to, he knew tonnes about me.

“Well, what do ya want to know?”

“Anything you want to tell me.”

“Well… I’m from Vegas, a small town called Summerville, I used to be Mormon, I’m an Aries, I love music more than anything, I play drums, piano, guitar, bass and I sing and mix music for the band too.” He smiled, touching my cheek, I felt my head lean into his touch. “How’s that?”

“Umm good…” I smiled, trying to think of things to keep the conversation going. “So… how did you find moving to college?”

“You know it was pretty easy, I moved out when I was 17 so it wasn’t really any different for me.” I stared at him in shock, I had no idea about any of this.

“What do you mean you moved out at 17?” I asked, interested but trying not to pry.

“Well, when I told my parents I didn’t believe in god, things got pretty sucky for a while, a lot of arguments, so I moved out.”

“But how did you afford that?”

“I worked in a smoothie shop while I was in high school, I only had like 2 lessons a day and would be out by half 10 so I used to work like 8 hours.”

“You must have been exhausted most of the time.”

“Well yeah, but it was worth it, I got into college AND I the band is doing great.” He smiled sweetly, both of us were probably just high and talking shit but it was nice anyway.

“Really?”

“Yeah, we have a meeting with Pete Wentz next month!” He gushed, turning to face me. We continued to talk, getting to know small things about each other that maybe we wouldn’t have known if it wasn’t for tonight, how his favourite colour is red and he loves Frank Sinatra, and his hopes and dreams for the band. It felt surreal, yet it was such an intimate conversation, laying and smoking on the grass, I told him about my family and how I wish they’d support my interests a little more, he asked me endless questions about my interests and told me all about his family and his life. All of a sudden I felt like I could tell him anything, like he was the most trustworthy person in my life. “You… you don’t have to keep telling me stuff just because I asked.” I smiled, I felt his hand touch mine, holding it gently, his smile equally as sweet as he looked at me.

“I’m telling you because I want to. Not because you made me.” He gently stroked my fingers, shifting a little closer to me, he blew the last draw of his blunt out, throwing it away, we went silent, looking at each other, before I could say another word he kissed me, slow and gentle, fingers lacing in with mine, hand pulling me in by the waist. His lips began to move against mine in slow, methodical movements, tongue brushing my lip gently, I eagerly parted my lips allowing his tongue to move against my own. His hand tangled into my hair, pulling my body close, I whimpered against him, he was such a good kisser, it was making my mind turn to mush, I found myself gripping onto his arms and moaning like a 15 having their first kiss. He pulled back, gasping slightly, his eyes fiery and black, breathing heavy as his arms held me clothes.

“My place?” He mumbled, biting his lip as he pressed another kiss to my lips.

“Yes…” I whimpered, feeling him act quickly, he stood and yanked me up, grabbing our stuff before we both skated home, he kept hold of my hand and somehow we managed not to fall off our boards, getting in we both threw them down near the door, he kicked his shoes off and I followed suit, following him up to his room.

Once in his room he moved over to his dresser, taking his shirt off and throwing it on his computer chair, he turned back to me.

“C’mere gorgeous.” He purred, pulling me against him, his lips pressing softly against my own, his hands sliding onto my waist, touching the skin left bare by my cropped top, his fingers curled on the hem pulling it up over my head, throwing it to the ground. “God you’re so sexy.” He practically moaned out, biting his lip at me, handing gliding over my stomach and back, fingertips stroking my skin, I heard myself moan out softly, allowing my own nervous hands to move onto his chest. He closed his eyes as my hands stroked his skin, his lips crashed down on mine, gripping me tightly against his body, the burning skin of his chest pressing against my own flushed pink flesh. He began to guide me over to the bed, working at the button on my jeans.

“They’ll be home soon.” I whispered, Brendon smirked, biting his lip.

“I know… good I got a lock right.” He winked, sauntering over to his bedroom door and pressing the lock in. “Now… lie down.” He teased, his voice low and husky, hands winding around my waist as he lowered me onto his bed, lips moving onto my neck, pressing light kisses all over the sensitive skin, I felt his teeth grazing my flesh, I whimpered as my back arched towards him. He unzipped my jeans, yanking them down my legs and tossing them to the side, unhooking my bra too, his lips moved down to my chest, kissing all over my breasts, tongue swirling against the skin, I whimpered, gripping onto his shoulder blades desperately.

“Brendon…” I gasped, writhing, his hand slid into my panties as his lips worked my flesh, biting down again, his fingers circling on my clit, he groaned as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, they were left undone. He withdrew his hand from my panties, much to my annoyance, he kicked his jeans off, leaving him in his boxers on top of me, hand back in my panties, touching my clit again, sending shudders of pleasure through me, I felt him hard against my leg, grinding into me slightly.

“Fuck Y/N…” He growled slightly, his breathing rapid and desperate.

“Come on…” I panted desperately, I needed more and he knew it, he groaned and nodded at me, pulling my panties down tossing them somewhere, he wriggled out of his boxers, I felt his bare skin against me, the heat coming from both of us was unbearable, I pressed my hips up towards him, desperate for more contact.

“Someone’s impatient.” He said biting his lip at me, the way he looked at me was driving me crazy, his lip pulled sexily between his teeth, hips grinding down against me, I whimpered again, his hand slipped in between us, he rubbed his cock against me. “So wet.” He growled out, his hips rocking slowly.

“Please Bren…” I whimpered, gripping onto him, he chuckled low in his throat, my hips rocked against his, he groaned out again. “Come on… I need you.” I whimpered, hearing my own voice breathy and desperate.

“Fuck this.” He growled, his hips snapped sharply against me, pushing into me hard, I gasped out, his hips began to snap against me, jolting me up on the bed, his hand gripping the sheets hard, pulling them next to my head. I heard myself moaning and whimpering on the bed under him as his body moved above me, face screwed up in pleasure, his own panting and moaning turning me on even more, I knew how much he was enjoying this, it made it better for me. He growled slightly, leaning up almost upright as his hips slammed into me, the low rumbling sound coming from in his chest driving me insane, I felt him hitting that perfect spot over and over again. It played in the back of my mind that the reason he was so good at this was because of his reputation and how much he’d done it before, but the though was quickly stamped out by the mind numbing pleasure he was giving me. He just grunted and groaned above me, throwing his head back in pleasure, his sexy, tattooed arm coming up to my neck, hand wrapping gently around my throat, holding it in his fingers, squeezing ever so slightly when I moaned out. He looked at me with a new intensity, his eyes burning, like he couldn’t get enough of me, it made me feel so sexy, like no one had made him feel like this before.


My brain began to fog over as an unfamiliar tightening in my stomach began to build up, I had literally only been able to cum before if it was me doing it, so the fact that Brendon had almost nailed it first time drove me crazy. His hand remained around my throat, the other gripping the sheets next to me, I hadn’t really tried rougher sex but it was so hot I couldn’t care less if it was new to me. He released my throat, instead opting to grip onto my wrists, pinning them up above my head as his mouth moved to my neck, biting down harder than before, I felt the slight suction on the skin, knowing he’d leave a dark red mark there.

“Fuck Brendon.” I gasped out, the pain was amazing, along with the pleasure of his hips slamming into me over and over, his pace was relentless, it was like it didn’t faze him at all. He smirked down, letting out another impossibly sexy moan, using only one hand to pin my wrists, the other now gripping tightly onto my hip.

“Ugh Y/N… you feel so fucking tight.” He growled out, low and husky, the tone sent shivers down my spine, I felt the slight sting of his fingers, gripping my hip possessively, I could already tell he wasn’t the type for sharing, the way his body loomed over mine, hands gripping me. His dark hair began to cling to his sweaty forehead, his head thrown back, mouth falling open as he grunted with each thrust, the bed beginning to slam against the wall loudly.

“I… I’m c-close.” I gasped, feeling the knot in my stomach tightening more, like I was about to snap, my mind growing hazy, all I could think of was his name and his body and the way he made me feel, nothing else mattered at that moment. He seemed to gain a second wind hearing me say that, his hips slamming into me with new found ferocity, growling and groaning over the top of me, released my wrists which instantly flew up to his back, gripping it tightly, I felt my nails raking down his flesh which only seemed to drive him even more crazy. He hooked my leg under his arm, allowing him deeper, his free hand tangled in my air, gripping a fistful and pulling it lightly, forcing my back to arch against him, he used to opportunity to attack my neck again, biting and sucking all over. “B-bren, I… can’t hold on much longer.” I whimpered desperately, the stings and aches of pain he was giving me drove me insane, a perfect contrast to how amazing I felt every else.

“Me too baby… I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” He snarled, pulling my hair again sharply, I felt his thrusts growing sloppier and harder, he leant down close to my ear, biting just underneath it. “Cum for me.” He groaned, I came undone at his words, cumming hard around him, feeling myself tightening around him, gripping his back tight, he kept his tight grip on my body, his head bowed into the crook of my neck.

“Brendon!” I yelled out, loud and desperate, I was so glad they hadn’t come back yet, my body felt like it was fluttering, shaking and weak, suddenly he gave one last burst of hard thrusts before slowing.

“Oh fuck Y/N.” He tensed right up above me, throwing his head back, mouth open as he throbbed, hitting his peak just after me, groaned out, his own breath shaky and staggered in my ear.

He flopped down next to me, breathing heavily, sweat coating his skin as he leant back.

“Wow…” He panted slightly, taking a swig of the drink next to his bed. “That was amazing.”

“I know…” I gasped out, suddenly feeling that anxiety about it coming back. “Just so you know, I’m really not the type to do this.” I mumbled, he laughed in a low breathy tone.

“Stop thinking I’m judging you for any of this.” He smiled, pulling me a little closer to him, his million dollar smile beaming at me.

“I just… I don’t want to give you the wrong idea about me.” I sighed, allowing myself to be pulled closer to the dark haired boy.

“Well you know… I was kinda hoping that this could happen more often?” He smiled, he brushed my hair out of my face, sweat causing it to stick slightly, I raised an eyebrow, panicking that all my worries had just been confirmed. “No! I don’t just mean that, I mean tonight, me and you.”

“Me and you?” I asked, tilting my head to the side as he lay next to me slightly breathless.

“You know, getting stoned and skating just the two of us, having lunch together all the time, holding hands, cuddling and watching movies. You know, all that stuff that makes single people cringe.” He smiled sincerely, cuddling up to me.

“But… why… I’m hardly your usual type.” I tried to hide the concern in my voice, he kissed my forehead gently, pulling me close to him on the bed.

“Listen… if you think you’re not damn perfect then you’re stupid. You skate, you’re beautiful, intelligent, witty, you love music and you smoke, and you’re happy to just chill. I’ve liked you for ages but tonight I finally got the chance to really speak to you and get to know you, and you’re every bit as amazing as I thought, more even.” I blushed bright red, feeling him pull the covers over us, nuzzling his face into my hair.

“I really like you Bren… I’m just scared.” I mumbled into his chest, us snuggling up together in bed felt great.

“I know… but I swear, I won’t hurt you, I’m not an idiot. I wouldn’t fuck up something so amazing. I really like you too.” He smiled, we heard Ryan and Sophia giggling downstairs, they’d just come in, Brendon chuckled. “We should probably try to get to sleep before they start making noise.”

“Ok…” I mumbled again, nuzzling into his chest. “Night Brendon.”

“Night babe.”

I really hope you like it guys <3

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prompt given via : https://thoughtlessinspirationss.tumblr.com/post/159035501896/100-ways-to-say-i-love-you-1-you-are

here’s a new oneshot/drabble series dedicated to Peter Parker ♡ this will have 100 parts to it and will follow the prompt given in the above link. A few stories might be connected to the other, but unless stated otherwise they’ll remain as a standalone oneshot. Also it’s worth mentioning how some parts might be longer than others,, it just depends on my mood when I’m writing it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

since this is a separate project from my usual updates, let me know if you would like to be tagged in this series titled {100 Ways}. As always, thanks for reading ♡

warnings: none

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The Pirate Chef, Ch. 8 (8/8)

CS AU: When all her planned work for the upcoming special in the show she produces falls apart, Emma Swan is forced to work with the networks rising star. And she doesn’t think anything good will come out of it.

Shotouts to @fairytalesandtimetravel for the amazing arts he did for this! and both @sambethe and @nowforruin that have been sounding boards, betas, translators when I ran out of words in my meagre English lexicons and cheerleaders to no end. Thank you so much for the support.

This is also dedicated to @kat2609 , @amagicalship and @brooke-to-broch

Tagging @kdanna03 , @the-lady-of-misthaven , @chrissascorner , @teamhook ,   @deathbycaptainswan ,  @in-spirational  @forget-me-not-s , @wholockgal , @swanandapirate and @mayquita  If you want to be tagged in future chapters, let me know!

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A/N: This is it, the end of the road. thank you so much to all of you for reading and commenting and sticking to it. I had a lot of fun writing this one. As for future projects, I’ll be resuming my canon reversal, Time Upon Once, and a few other things in between. 

Week #7 London

The trip to London was a quiet one. Killian had chosen to ride with Tink and Liam separately, sending his apologies beforehand to the rest of the team. There were gloomy faces among most of the crew, the weeks on the road taking a toll on everyone and adding to the dreaded sense of finality. Despite the early hours and crazy days, there had been such camaraderie between the teams that it seemed it was hard for everyone to see the season come to an end. Adding to that was the fact they weren’t sure if this would be a one-time thing. They all had hopes the audience would react positively to the new spin on the collaborative show. Tink and Emma thought they had a great show and that their audiences would love it. They all hoped the network would choose to continue with the format in upcoming years, but even if the show was a success, there still could be a million reasons why this might not happen again.

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Doubt

Summary: After getting a bad review on your debut novel, Lin is there to console you. 

Author’s Note: This was actually inspired and influenced entirely by the hateful anons a lot of my friends (and I) ran into this morning. I took something terrible and turned it into art. You’re welcome. 

So, officially, this is dedicated to the following people for being forces of talent, positivity, and radiance in this fandom and their daily lives. I appreciate and love all of you. 

@hamilbye | @strongenoughfoundation | @gratitudejoyandsorrow | @sunshinemiranda | @buckybarneshairpullingkink 

Additionally, the song Doubt by Mary J. Blige completely always helps me out when I have self-confidence issues (I listened to it while writing this, hence the title) + this Girl Power playlist is always helpful (and super fun to listen to). 

A special thank you to @spicydice for helping me out with some details for this fic! 

Words: 2,646 

Warnings: a little harsh criticism 


The city ran like it had just put down thirteen cups of coffee. The colors blurred, car horns honked in a never-ending sequence, and people jostled you to the side of the walk. You kept your head down, pressing a hand to your free ear while trying to make out what your friend was telling you through the phone that was pressed against your other ear.

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Misunderstandings // Min Yoongi (ft. Jimin)

Originally posted by btsfunboyz

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jimin)

Genre: Angst // Fluff

Summary//Request: As you plan a surprise birthday party for Yoongi with the help of Jimin, he gets suspicious and insecure about your relationship as you spend all your time with Jimin. Fluffy ending ^_^

A/N: So, I decided to try out a new thing were I actually include texts as pictures to and from the reader and the person in the story! (instead of writing them in bold as I have done previously). Let me know what you guys think of it, and I’ll make sure to do more!


You threw your phone in your lap out of pure frustration after reading what Yoongi had sent you as you gently massaged your temples, feeling a migraine making itself at home in your frontal lobes.

“Woah, what happened?” Jimin jumped in surprise, almost letting all of the air out of the balloon he had been blowing up and trying to tie for the past 10 minutes.

“It’s Yoongi – he thinks there’s something going on between you and I because I’ve been ignoring him all day trying to organise his birthday surprise” you let out a harsh, disgruntled sigh as Jimin gave you a look of complete disbelief before nervously chuckling in response.

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The only one (Daryl X Reader) Part 3

Relationship : Daryl Dixon X Reader

Trigger warnings : Parental abuse , depression , 5 years age gap, consensual sex , death, violence, graphic scenes.

Rating : Mature + (Please do not read if you are under-aged)

Summary :

The narrative follows the reader and Daryl. The story starts pre-apocalypse and links the events of different stages of their lives as : kids, young adults and adults, focusing on their friendship and eventual love relationship . But when the world turns to dust, will they be able to make it?

CopyRight: I do not own Daryl Dixon, The Walking Dead nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story.  No copyright infringement is intended.

Read and find out.

PART 1 HERE!!!

PART 2 HERE!!!

PART 3 -  What the fuck ya mean, who am I?


Turns out you were in a car accident. Not your fault, the policemen said.

Memory loss, head trauma. But you should be thankful to be alive, according to the doctor.

The man who was sleeping besides you is your father and the fancy looking old lady your grandmother.

You can hear them arguing in the hole way.

‘What’s that all about?’ you wonder.

‘Son, I strongly recommend you tell her she grew up here, in a beautiful house and that her mother just….left’ Alicia sighs.

‘I don’t want to lie to her, it’s what Jules did, and look how well that turned out for her’ your father sits down, overwhelmed.

‘James, what are you going to tell her? Hmph? That she has a drunk mother, that she was abused, dropped out of school?’ she asks.

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Thee rak (Part One)

Wordcount: 2.821

Genre: Fluff / Slice of Life

BamBam x Reader
Description: BamBam changes hair colour as much as he does with girls or clothes. However, there’s one thing that will never change: for him, you’ll always be his “Thee rak”.

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Y/N: BamBam is driving me crazy. Hence I wrote this fluffy (sorta), romantic (SORTA) one shot cut in more parts (as always) because I’ve got too many feelings for him and I couldn’t hold back.

If someone wants to tell me its opinion you’re more than welcome, whatever kind of feedback is always appreciated  ^^

Hope you enjoy it!

P.S: Dedicated to M., ‘cause I kind of promised her and she deserves it (you already know the tons of reasons why and I won’t say anything else ‘cause you’re perfectly aware I’m like Patrick Swayze and his “Ditto” in “Ghost” when it comes to these things XD) You’re such a good person ^^ Forgive me if the main protagonist isn’t Jaebum, though T.T

*EDIT*: Thee rak is the correct Thai translation for “My love” so I changed it.

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The first time you met, BamBam’s hair was blond.

Messily pulled back, a bit sweat, and the thin fingers of a brunette -with her skirt up long enough to see her panties with strawberries- were running through it while his silly chuckle among whispered words filled the room.

Your bedroom, actually.

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anonymous asked:

"Now, what Furuta did to Rize was horrible, but I think the fandom forgets she wasn’t exactly a saint before that point." I tend to disagree there. Everyone knows what Rize was capable of and what she famous for or they have never read TG. I think people are very much free to point said atrocity with keeping the narrative and personality of these two in mind and I have yet to read or hear from a good portion of people who are hypocrites in that regard. Also, Ui's love for Hairu and Saiko's

love for Urie are still not quite clear, so if it’s romantical feelings you are pointing out (or I might have interpteted your chart wrongly, which might be possibly the case) then I would say these feelings for said characters are pretty ambigious at best, although I agree with your overall premise that their find unfullfillment in their love because of stated factors.

I wasn’t really calling the fandom hypocrites. What happened to Rize is an atrocity regardless of what kind of person she was, there are some things you just don’t do to a person. However, I don’t think there are many fandom works that take Rize for more than she is at face value or take deeper looks at her character, mainly because she doesn’t get as much screentime as other characters. That was all I meant by that remark. Sometimes in writing you try to pick a nice transition for a sentence or introduction to a topic and it comes across as something other than you intended, my apologies. 

As to your second remark first for Saiko while I don’t think it’s completely romantic in nature I still think the love Saiko holds for Urie is unrequited. I didn’t talk about Saiko much because as you said she’s not that clear, of all the 4 quinxes she has the least distinct character arc and I’m including the mess that is now Mutsuki. If I were to guess at what her character arc is though she has an obvious tendency of attaching herself to male authority figures. Especially after having been failed, and basically sold by her female authority figure into a surgery and career she didn’t want for a measly compensation check. 

This is shown with Shirazu:

Haise: This moment is especially potent, because Saiko is shown observing Haise being tortured earlier and effectively doing nothing about it, as opposed to Hinami who stepped in at risk of herself and her current safety at Aogiri for the body of a man who no longer remembered her. However, the moment it looks like Kaneki might surface and Haise will be thrown aside, Saiko appears to beg him not to leave and Haise reasserts himself. This scene also repeats in a way with Tsukiyama later on, but one theory early in these two arcs was Saiko’s dependency on him was one major reason that kept Haise around. 

Then again with Urie:

While saiko undoubtably does care about these people as people too, she pretty much needs them around so she can attach herself to them and still function. That’s the iron of Shao’s description of her in this chapter.

Saiko’s freedom comes at the cost of giving up her individual willpower. It’s why she attaches herself to others, it’s so she doesn’t have to make decisions for herself or assert her own personal responsibility, because as somebody who was effectively sold to the CCG academy her freedom is what she values the most because it was threatened to her.

That’s also why this specific piece of advice was given to Saiko, because Saiko has a tendency to not think about things. She was complaining that maybe ghouls aren’t the bad guys in this situation one arc, and then slaughtering members of Aogiri alongside Urie’s side, because that’s how she could best support Urie the next arc. 

Now returning to the point, what Saiko wants the most is that sense of stability which is why she attaches herself to others. In essence she’s the one who right now most seeks the Quinx as a family, because that’s what she wants. However, Urie is not on that level of understanding yet. Remember, this was said about him not two chapters ago, and I doubt one hug is going to fix Urie’s deeply ingrained in mindset.

So whatever notion of love, familial or romantic Saiko has towards Urie is going to be unrequited at the moment. Saiko wants to think of the Quinx as a makeshift family, Urie wants to think of them as Squad Members he has to raise into faithful CCG members and protect. Both of them are blurring the lines into what they want to see out of their connections rather then what is reality at the moment. 

As for Hairu and Ui, it’s arguably not necessarily romantic either but I am basing this off of the omake which I read as pretty clearly romantic. 

(Translations by Randomthoughtpatterns [x])

In the first one Ui invites Take out on Christmas Eve to “Drink to Loneliness”, as Christmas is generally a lover’s holiday in Japan. Ui however, being his normal lonely self (his hobbies are karaoke, and scrapbooking alone activities you normally do with others) seems to regret not planning enough work to have an excuse to be alone on the holidays. 

Then when Hairu does show up both of the 4 panel omakes are jokes based upon romantic misunderstandings, because they are a guy and girl alone together on Christmas. First is that Hairu says “Walking side by side like this” where it sounds like she’s referring to how flustered she is that they might be mistaken for lovers, or that they feel like lovers in the moment, only for her to bring up kokeshi dolls instead because they both have short haircuts. The next is Ui getting Hairu a gift, and then after trying it on her first thoughts go to Arima instead of Ui, to which Ui looks obviously disappointed but answers “Oh, right.” The punch line being those were two situations where romance might have blossomed for lonely Ui, but Hairu’s eccentric personality changed the subject too quickly.

Omake also totally counts for establishing character relationships too, because Naki and Miza was established in an omake before getting an entire chapter dedicated to it in canon. 

Also Ui allowed Hairu to call him by first name, and it was something they did only in private as evidenced by her almost doing it in front of the quinxes and then retracting it.

Now that I’m done ruining jokes by explaining them however, I’ll admit this also works for a narrative where Hairu and Ui are just friends, and Hairu was just the closest thing Ui had to an equal among his coworkers because they were direct partners, rather than subordinate. Ui’s thing seems to be wanting intimate relationships with his coworkers in general because he is a lonely dude. I would say that’s still unrequited love though, because Ui is arguably the most hung up on Hairu of all the people he’s lost. Here’s the face Ui makes in F’s lie when Tsukiyama reminds him of what he lost at the Rose raid.

Here’s Ui, about one step away from a mental breakdown upon discovering Hairu’s body.

Here’s Ui instantly being shut upwhen Matsuri rubs the failure of the operation in his face.

In comparison, the arguably second most important person to Ui, Arima, only got one panel time of reaction compared to the rest. In a story basically, the more time you show to something, the more important it is. Therefore Hairu’s probably the most important person Ui ever had in his life, while to Hairu Arima was her most important person. Therefore the feelings Ui had towards her, romantic or platonic, was an unrequited love. 

At the end of the day though, this is a chart based upon personal interpretation of romantic subtext. It’s always going to be biased no matter how objective I try to be, but as long as I get the point across that this arc is about people projecting idealized version’s of love onto others, while also suppressing themself then I think the chart has succeeded even if a few details are off. 

Chamber of Secrets - Part 3

Originally posted by illgif4you

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I’m so excited that a lot of you are loving his series, it gives me so much joy I swear I’ve been smiling non-stop these past few days. An anon suggested that I should make a masterlist for this, maybe I will, once I figure out how to do that lol. Oh and this is going to be one of those slow burn series, so bear with me :)

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NEW YORK

“Thanks for doing this, I really appreciate it.” Steve said quietly as he made his way into Sharon’s New York apartment. Ever since she was placed in the Joint Terrorism Taskforce, although she was officially stationed in Germany, she had been going back and forth between The States and Germany, so she thought it would make sense to have a place of her own.

“It’s no trouble, it’s Barnes, you know I’m all in.” She gave him a genuine smile.

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“We Have Lost America to the Irish!” – How Steve Rogers is completely, 100%, to the bone, an Irishman

In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I am going to rant on Steve Rogers and Irish identity :)

I’ve seen more stuff on Steve speaking Irish Gaelic as his first language than on his actual cultural heritage that would have shaped the kind of person he is, so I wanted to fill in the void a bit.

There’s lots of discussion as to why Steve is the way he is, and the fact that he’s an Irishman never gets any credit, even though most major elements of his character can be seen in the Irish character.  This is from an MCU perspective, because I don’t have the funds for comics :(

Before we get started, disclaimer: I am nearly 80% Irish, had a nana that loved doing research into her family’s heritage so my Irish roots are mush stronger than the average Irish American, and still have family living there.  I’m not trying to offend anyone.  I am doing this for perspective on what one of my favorite characters probably experienced, which probably played a huge role in shaping his view on the world.

The Irish are prone to laugh off people making jokes about us, because we have a sense of humor and can see ourselves for what we are.   We’re very self-depreciating.

Who else is self-depreciating?  Steve.

Steven Grant Rogers is the archetypical Irishman.  He’s feisty, rebellious.  He’s stubborn, argumentative, has a lightning-fast retort always at the tip of his tongue.  Steve is dedicated to liberty and justice, not because he’s an American, but because he’s Irish.

There is not an ounce of doubt in my mind that, even without proper canonical conformation, Steve is the Irish Catholic son of two Irish immigrants.  (Yes, his dog tags said “P”, but either that’s an oversight of the prop department or Steve not seeing a point in making a fuss over something like religion.  I don’t have many good Catholic characters that I know well, so please don’t take Catholic Steve from me.)

His view on women didn’t come from nowhere.  Maybe he has some internalized misogyny, all of us do, but he tries to move past what little he does have.  He’s got the Irish perspective on gender roles: men, while the breadwinners and heads of house, were the ones who tore families apart, with excess drinking and brawling.  Women ran the house and held the family together in the face of the men’s failings.  I’m not saying that’s the right way families should be, but at the heart, Steve knows how much stronger women are than me.

Hell, if you look at the list of his medical problems, most if not all are fairly common ailments among the Irish.  Heart problems, asthma, scoliosis, everything I’ve seen listed as a problem for him is something I can connect to a close relative (I read the list off to my mother, and every answer was a resounding “Yes!”)  

As for all the fevers he contracted, well, a poverty-stricken widowed immigrant would have had a difficult time putting food on the table, much less procuring medicine.  Sarah probably accelerated her own death by giving her food to Steve.  Sarah was either the daughter or granddaughter of people who survived An Gorta Mor, so she understood hunger.  Steve grew up knowing just how close starvation and sickness are.  Yet you don’t see him locking himself away.  He’s lonely, yes, but never bored.

Life isn’t lived on a time table.  Life is about making the best of what you have, and making good memories.  Yes, a lot of Steve’s daring comes from his depression, but I think it’s a way of trying to regain that zest for life.  Steve’s trying to make his life worthwhile, worth living, and maybe the only way he feels alive anymore is with the adrenaline rush.

So yeah, Steve loves adrenalin, he loves his job in certain ways.  How many Irish people are cops, firefighters, and soldiers?  They have an urgency to life, but something else as well: a passion for justice.

The love of the law for the Irish goes back to the Brehon Laws, the codes of societal conduct set up in ancient Ireland.  They’re endlessly fascinating, and funny at times, but they’re fair.  Irish society is built to kindness and compassion, but are harsh but fair on those who don’t respect society.  And any punishment is intended to teach the wrongdoer their fault, and insure they didn’t do it again.  The distinction between justice and the law is now blurred, but the respect for the law has not wavered, and anyway, the Irish have no qualms about not following an unjust law.  (“Yessir”, than goes and does what he thinks is right?)

A large part of Irish identity is the longing for freedom, the ability to be independent of oppressors.  The Irish national anthem, “A Soldier’s Song”, has a line in the chorus that reads: “Sworn to be free, no more our ancient sireland shall shelter the despot or the slave.”

The Irish are fighters, not killers.  We love to fight, but it’s a natural urge.  While areas while high Irish demographics would have high numbers of fights, murder was a rare occurrence.  “I don’t want to kill anyone.  I don’t like bullies.”  Steve understands the need to fight for what he believes in, but killing isn’t a natural solution.  The Irish fight out their differences,  then move on.  A person being able to keep his head up, even during a beating, was a guy that was considered worthwhile to the Irish.  But America doesn’t exactly have those same values.

And as for the Irish’s place in America?  It didn’t start with An Gorta Mor.  British politicians blamed Irishmen for inciting the American Colonies to rebel, one even claiming “We’ve lost America to the Irish!”  When the famine hit, suddenly there was an excess of unskilled labor, and immigrant men were put to building projects.  Skyscrapers, railroads, the Brooklyn Bridge, all were built primarily with Irish hands, and on Irish bones.   As soon as they emigrated, the Irish were just as willing to die for America as Ireland.

While maybe they might have griped a bit, never would any Irish person ever complain about hard work like that.  They had escaped from a homeland that, though beloved, was a place of suffering, hardship, and oppression.  Even terrible conditions were preferable from the past horrors they had experienced.

Steve refuses to seek out help in the 21st Century.  Sure, he complains a bit about Fury, but the only reason he heads to the VA is to see Sam.  Steve appreciates what care they give other vets, but never would he consider seeking help for himself.  Steve has seen people who are worse off than him.  Steve is the type to refuse to properly bind a sprained ankle, because someone might have a broken ankle, and they should be helped first.

I think it also connects to the overly-generous and self-sacrificing nature that is instilled into every native Irish person from birth.  It was law in Ancient Ireland that you should extend hospitality to any guest or friend who asked it of you.  There were no inns; you simply stopped by the next house and they would give you their best.  

The greatest thing Jesus taught according to Irish tradition, was “There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.”

“To lay down on the wire and let the other guy crawl over you”, anyone?

Now, the Irish love to argue, but it’s never pointless, or without merit.  The Irish are famed for their wit, their extraordinarily perceptive, cutting wit.  I could preach forever on the differences between Tony Stark: Man vs. Persona, but what little interaction they have had, and with the persona in full-effect, Steve still manages to see the chinks in Tony’s mental armor.  Yes, they both are terrible to each other, but the reason that scene is so heartbreaking is that it’s true, in a sense, but they both can see it in themselves.

But when the engine is blown and Tony sets off to fix it, what does Steve do?  He does his best to help.  Even though he has doubts about Tony’s moral character, he follows him without a second thought.  Why?  Despite any personal issue you might have with another person, if someone is in need of help, you help.  

And what happens when the person is a friend?  Friends are an extend part of an Irish family.  Being surrounded by good friends was the mark of a successful life and a good man.  The Irish are “gentle in friendship, fierce in battle”.  We’ll fight, but it’s for what matters most.

And what is most important to an Irish person?  Above freedom, above justice, above compassion?

Home.

Not a building.  A family, friends that are practically family.  A place where you are accepted, belong, and are loved.

“Isn’t that why we fight?  So we can go home?”

For Tony, it’s a place.  For Steve, it’s a social construct.

I love the idea of Steve speaking Gaelic, but you know what I love more?  


• Sarah having to leave her family behind so she could make a better life for herself
• Sarah crying after seeing Fastnet Rock disappear (the last piece of Ireland emigrants ever saw), then turning and focusing on the American flag
• Sarah and Joseph bonding over never seeing their mothers again
• Sarah being born Sorcha, and electing to change her name to the English equivalent so she could get a job
• Joseph griping about “just getting off the boat and turning right around”, but signing up for service in WWI anyway
• Sarah making sure her son had a good American name, but still calling him Saoirse, because he was her child of freedom
• Sarah regaling her son with her stories of her childhood spent in the country, and teasing her city-boy son that he would never survive on a farm
• Sarah crying over the letter her cousin sent her telling her that her mother died because they couldn’t afford medicine
• Sarah taking Steve to church to pray for the newly-formed Irish Free State
• Sarah teaching her son that he can be both Irish and American
• Steve getting into his first fight because someone called him Mick
• Steve getting into fights anytime anyone calls him or his mother Mick
• Steve getting into fights anytime calls anyone a derogatory term for their race
• Steve hating bullies because people can’t control what they are or where they come from
• Steve never even blinking at the idea of working with a woman, because men wreaked families while women kept the together
• Steve never even blinking at the idea of working with a black man, because he knows what it’s like to be considered incapable because of your parents
• Steve making sure Hydra soldiers got medical treatment, if he could
• Steve finding that large family that he always wanted but never had
• Captain America being proud of the fact that he’s an immigrant story, and wanting to be an inspiration for others who see America as a place to be free and have a home after living in hardship
• Steve singing his child to sleep with Irish folk songs, because that’s what his mother sang to him

TBH, if they’re to kill any of the four listed cast members off per that random pap guy who’s info I still don’t trust, my money is on Rumple.  

1) RC has been clamoring to get back to Scotland and has made as much apparent in a lot of his recent interviews (I was surprised to see his name on the list for contract renegotiations).

2) Rumple’s character has become stagnant.  Seriously, it’s like watching him run into a brick wall over and over each season.  He hasn’t developed at all, and TBH, I think dying in an attempt to do something heroic (like saving his son or something kinda like in season 3) would be a great way for him to exit the show.  He’d be missed in flashbacks, but other than that his character is disposable.

3) His character dying would explain why they reportedly aren’t trying to bring Belle back for another season.

Basically, the only things I have against him dying is the fact that he’s already died once before, and that he is one of the more popular characters.  But even still, he’s the least popular of the four currently renegotiating their contracts.  

Just for the hell of it, I’ll add my reasoning for why I don’t think it will be any of the other characters.

Regina:

1) A&E love Regina way too fucking much to ever kill her off.

2) Despite my feelings towards her, she is pretty popular.

3) Lana would never leave this show because it’s literally all that she does and I’m pretty sure she needs it more than Jen, Colin, and RC.

Killian:

1) His character has fucking died 3 times.  Killing him again would be so beyond redundant that it just isn’t an option if these writers have any competence at all.

2) He’s arguably the most popular character on the show and heavily used for marketing.  They would seriously be hindering themselves in terms of advertising for season 7 if he was no longer on the show.

3) Colin being on the show has not hindered his ability to do other projects, so he’s still free to do other things while committing to one more season of the show.

Emma (where do I even begin OMG):

1) Emma is the main character.  I know this doesn’t make her 100% safe, but the whole show has been about her finding her family and her happy ending.  Not to mention the finale is the two-parter episode right after she gets fucking MARRIED.  I know the writers suck, but would they really be so low as to finally have her get married to her TL and then kill her off next week?  For a show about hope, that’s pretty dreary.

2) They have been pushing this “EMMA IS GOING TO DIE OH NO” narrative way too hard for me buy it.  A&E love shock value, and constantly advertising that Emma is going to die, then actually killing her would not be very shocking.

3) Per Jen’s own words, she loves OUAT and Emma Swan.  She said that she is “fiercely loyal” to the show and “very protective” of Emma’s character.  So do you really think she would be okay with A&E killing Emma off when she’s on the brink of getting her happy ending?  She would fight harder than any of us to protect Emma’s HE, don’t you forget that.

4) They would lose CS.  If this pap is right, then that means Colin would continue on the show without Jen.  Killian would be without Emma.  I’ve seen this reiterated a thousand times, but I’m going to do it again.  They.  Are.  A.  Package.  Deal.  Either they both stay, or they both go.  The show won’t make it with just one of them.  CS is such a huge draw to the show and a major vehicle for the promo department.  So, just like if they lost Hook, they would be seriously hindering themselves in terms of promotional material for season 7.

5) Jen, like Colin, has been able to do other things outside of OUAT, so it’s not like she’s been restricted to the show for the past 6 years.  

6) *sigh* as much as it pains me to say this, killing off Emma would also mean they would lose $Q viewers.  So think about that.  They would not only be losing the largest shipping fandom, but also one of the other more prominent ones.  The ratings aren’t great as it is, and they know what a big deal shipping is in terms of bringing in viewers.  Do you really think they would kill off the common half of two big ships?  No way they do that and bring in a fraction of the ratings they’re currently getting. 

So as you can see, there are many more reasons against them killing off Emma than there are for any of the other characters.  And this isn’t even including the fact that Jen, Colin, and Lana are the three cast members who are attending all these fan conventions (RC is only attending one that I can think of).  I know that people don’t think that conventions have anything to do with the show, but I see it as a promotional thing.  

If my theory is correct and the show gets renewed and Rumple is killed off, they’ll already have their three primary cast members for season 7 scheduled to attend all these conventions and promote the show.  They would even be able to discuss things happening on the show too, which wouldn’t really be possible if one of them was no longer on the show.  It’s also another show of how dedicated the three of them are to OUAT.  Do you really think they would have agreed to attend so many conventions if they didn’t love their jobs?

Anyway, this is just the way I’m seeing things right now.  I’m getting a little tired of all the “ALL THE EVIDENCE POINTS TO JEN LEAVING!!!” crap when it really looks like the opposite to me.  To each their own I suppose, but I just wanted to share what I think.