i owe you what i am today

WHO ARE THE DIAMONDS AND WHO CREATED THEM?

[[[[[WARNING!!!!!!!! SPOILERS!!!!! IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN PAST “THE ZOO,” STOP NOW!!! THE VERY LATEST EPISODES ARE REFERENCED HERE!! YOU’VE BEEN  WARNED! ALSO THIS POST LONG AF.]]]]]


My theory is that Pink, Yellow, AND Blue diamond were all created by White diamond herself. I think she is the true gem matriarch. Her appearance is of course the one that’s taking the longest. In every insignia for the Great Diamond Authority, the white diamond is on top while all others are beneath her. 




Notice how all 3 diamonds intersect and make a tiny, shaded diamond? I think it  represents Pink. Kind of sweet.


Yellow and Blue are side by side, and in the previous insignia, pink is right below them. And, both their gems are located on their chests. But when you look at the murals of White and pink Diamond, White has hers on the forehead, Pink on her Navel. That’s no mere coincidence. I think this means that Yellow and Blue were created at about the same time, Pink last, and White is the first. Let’s look at their murals.


Yellow has 9 planets, so I believe she’s older. Her general demeanor appears strict, dutiful, and reserved. But when it comes to Blue Diamond, that facade softens. She becomes very concerned,

has a tendency of butting into her business,

Wouldn’t you rather forget her?

gives her advice and tries to inspire her,

Where’s their Diamond when they need her, Blue? You’ve got to be a leader, Blue!

and even orders her own Yellow Pearl to “make Blue feel better.” The mural, along with her tendency towards taking responsibility and forcing others to do the same, 


I’m here to bring you back to reality, Blue.

It’s been thousands of years, Blue, and you still can’t bring yourself to destroy these Gems? She was shattered by a Rose Quartz! The entire cut of Gem deserves the same fate!


and putting her own feelings to the side so she can show a brave face 

Don’t you know I miss her, too?


for those that need her.

Look at how terrified they are.

Look at Blue’s concern 


This points towards her being the elder of the two of them. Her actions line up with what an older sister, who knew her duties and responsibilities, would do. It’s clear she doesn’t feel at liberty to disclose or showcase her feelings, because of those that look to her as a pillar of strength.

Holly Blue Agate: You can just feel strength and confidence radiating from her. 


Next, we have Blue Diamond.

Blue has 8 planets, so I believe she’s only slightly younger than Yellow Diamond. In “That will be all,” Yellow Diamond is seen trying to get her out of her funk, and Blue Diamond turns her head and makes the face a petulant child might while getting a lecture. Just look at the dynamic here.

Blue Diamond: Why can’t you just let me grieve?
Yellow Diamond: You can’t keep coming here forever!
Blue Diamond: Why not?

But let’s look at the whole picture. From what we’ve seen so far, it’s clear that Blue has been mourning the loss of Pink Diamond for at least 5,000 years. Meanwhile, it looks like Yellow Diamond has continued progress, not allowing herself to be distracted in the least.

She has so much to do, that not only did she not look at the communicator to see to whom she was speaking, at first, but she didn’t even immediately recognize that it was about a mission regarding Earth, a planet that’s caused her endless grief, that she’s wanted to destroy for eons. That’s crazy.


She’s had her subjects fill out detailed reports on their missions, that she actually reads herself,

Yellow Diamond asked for, uh, my dad, a Connie, a Lars, a Sadie, a mailman, and an onion, I think. Six human variations specified in a report by Peridot 5XG.


has a hands on approach in regards to reaching out to supervisors 

To Peridot: I’ll inform your manager of your incompetence.

and has sent out subjects to carry out literally 4 missions on Earth so far: checking the status of the Cluster, sending Jasper and Lapis as a bodyguard and informant, respectively, sending a team of Rubies to retrieve Jasper, AND personally dispatching a Topaz fusion and Aquamarine to collect human specimens. SHE’S ON TOP OF HER SHIT, Y'ALL.


Meanwhile, in comparison, Blue Diamond is spending her time quite leisurely by preserving, maintaining and visiting the Zoo, mourning in Pink Diamond’s bed chamber, and sneaking to Earth to mourn at her palanquin. Basically stuck in time. But how is it she is at liberty to do these things, for millennia, whilst Yellow is working so consistently?? It’s like Yellow Diamond has thrown herself into her work, and Blue is sulking. It’s almost as if Yellow Diamond has had to pick up twice the pace, in order to make up for Blue’s slack. If that’s the case, then it makes TOTAL sense that Yellow is not only concerned, but frustrated and upset.

She lookin’ like “Girl, if you cut this sh*t tf out…” 


But, when Blue Diamond admits that she wanted more humans for the zoo, she drops everything to personally dispatch her subjects to gather some, for Blue Diamond’s sake.

Yellow Diamond: Is that what you want? Sapphire, has the Cluster emerged yet?
Sapphire: No, it has not.
Yellow Diamond: Then there’s still time. That will be all.


Based on all that, even with her strictness and severity, I think it’s clear that she’s been coddling Blue Diamond all this time, allowing Blue to grieve and lament, but not giving herself even a moment’s reprieve to do the same. That seems like the exact sort of thing an older sibling would do for a younger sibling, and it also makes sense that a younger sibling would also have the leniency to do all those things.

Now for Pink Diamond. She only has 1 planet on her mural. And if the actions and words of Blue Diamond are to be believed, all they have of her is the Earth and the Zoo. Which makes sense as to why Blue is so desperate to preserving those things, because it’s “all they have left of her." 

Yellow, she made them. This is all we have left of her. These Gems, this place, and the Earth. 

She didn’t get to conquer scores of planets like her peers, all she had was Earth. Then she was destroyed (but was she really???) She only had, as far as we know 3 species of gem, all Quartz types, all designed as soldiers for protection, defense, and conquest. Meanwhile, Blue and Yellow have far more speciation in their gems, technicians, engineers, construction workers, diplomats and aristocracy, etc. If this is the case, it makes sense that she would start her empire with soldiers that could keep her safe whilst acquiring new territory and then creating more gems later on, in her image. Yellow is militaristic and practical, Blue is aristocratic and diplomatic, who knows what Pink would have been? This leads me to believe she was the youngest, because she had the fewest planets, and her potential is so unknown.


Finally. We’ve come to White Diamond. We know the least about her. As previously stated, every insignia we know of, has her at the very top of the order. But check out her mural, compared to the others.



Notice anything?? Firstly, she has the most planets of any of the other Diamonds, coming in at about 13, I think. Second, she is the only figure that faces forward, while all the others have a profile view. All other figures hold their planets with one hand, extended from their bodies. But Look at how White Diamond holds hers. It’s at at the center of her being, and cupped gingerly with both hands. That’s gotta be homeworld. No other planet on any mural has the same significance. And if she is the gem holding the most significant planet, then I argue that it is she who must be the most significant gem of them all. Now let’s consider the other Diamonds. I said it made sense for the first gems Pink made to be militaristically based. I think the same applies for White. If she created the Diamonds, it would make sense that the first beings she created to be militaristic such as Yellow Diamond, for the sake of extending her empire. 


But why and where did she come from???

I don’t know who created her or if she even had a creator. It may be possible that she was a singular entity and perfect being that had been alone for eons. Until she decided to create her own home and family. Or not. Whatever, ¾ backstories ain’t bad. But I definitely think the other Diamonds were created for serving the purposes of White Diamond. I think it’s very possible they are afraid of her and that she is the true villain of the series. Just think of the expendable manner in which she/they treats her/their subjects… What do y'all think??


I know it’s super last minute to post this theory, since it looks like the reveal is finally on the way, truth is I’ve been thinking of it for a while, but only JUST today figured out ow to embed images in tumblr. It was super hard to figure out before, but it looks like they made it easier, so here I a lol. Please be kind

playing footy

Yeah, yeah, one of what is sure to be many Captain Swan soccer AUs after today’s game. Featuring Elsa, since Georgina was also playing.


“You owe me big time for this.”

Elsa tossed her gym bag in the backseat and climbed into the Bug, pulling the door shut behind her, “Believe me, Emma, I will make it up to you, I promise.”

Emma threw the car into gear and started to back out, not even bothering to check for oncoming traffic. There was no oncoming traffic, it was six am on a Saturday and the streets were completely deserted. As well they should be, because who aside from her somewhat uptight roommate was up at six am on a Saturday? Emma hadn’t been, not after she’d only come home to their shared apartment less than five hours earlier after another fruitless stakeout for her latest skip. She’d been sleeping very well in her flannel pyjamas and the eyeliner she hadn’t bothered to wipe off when Elsa had burst into her room and woke her up, explaining breathlessly that her car wouldn’t start and she needed a ride. Elsa couldn’t drive stick, so Emma had thrown her hair in a messy topknot and swapped the pyjamas for yoga pants and a tank while Elsa paced outside the bathroom and called for her to hurry.

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Little witch (Part 5)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 2569

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I am so sorry i am posting this so late. My apologizes for the mistakes you will probably find ♥ It’s my final week of school so i hope you understand why i am posting it so late and why your requests are taking so much time. Please tell me what your opinion about the story. And i am really interested what you think would happen. Please share it with me :3 Enjoy! 

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Originally posted by kiingholland

“Up, down, backwards, kick. Again! Try to attack the unprotected zones! Good, now jump, kick, that’s right. Now-”, Steve’s commands were interrupted by the loud sound of someone being thrown badly on the floor.

“Ouch!”

“Are you okay?”, Steve asked the victim but didn’t give it a try to cover his smile.

“Yes, Captain. I am fine.”, Peter rose his thumbs and tried to stand up.

“I am sorry Pete but you weren’t paying enough attention. And I really wanted to punch you.”, (Y/N) stated as she gave a hand to Peter in order to help him to get on his feet.

“You are getting your ass beaten up by a girl. What a shame boy!”, Tony exclaimed. He had entered the training hall seconds before seeing how the little witch knocked down the spider-boy.

“You are a great fighter and I have no idea if I should be happy about it or not.”, the captain was observing (Y/N)’s technique since they began training. For a period of two weeks it was hard for him to predict what she was going to do. He had talked with Natasha after seeing how the girl beaten up the famous Black Widow but Nat was amazed by her movements as Steve, “Hydra had achieved their goals. You are better than Nat. Well, not as they probably wanted, but still.”

Hearing the name of the organization that took everything away from her, she almost fell again in the deep. Different feelings were surging in her. The girl clenched fists, took a deep breath and relaxed. After a month of training with Bruce and Wanda she was able to control her powers somehow. She was thought how to use her rage without letting it to overwhelm her body, mind, actions.

“What do you mean? She is amazing with cold weapons, Rogers.”, Tony exclaimed and walked down to them, “Let’s call her The Slicer!”, the man was too enthusiastic for the others to take him seriously.

“The Slicer? What a terrible name.”

“Take your word back captain or a new Civil War will erupt.”

“I like it. It makes me look dangerous.”

“You are a dangerous woman but I think it’s not for you.”, Peter expressed his opinion, “It’s for a coldhearted killer, while you are…”

“What am I Pete?”, (Y/N) came closer to the boy smirking and waited for his answer. She didn’t miss to spot the way he gulped nervously and rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand, “You are emitting nervousness. Why?”, the witch asked in a sweet and yet flirtatious voice, “Is it because of me?”

“I-um.”, another gulp, “No, yes, I mean…Argh!”, the boy covered his face and whispered something like ‘How can you be so desperately stupid?’

“Wait, why are you here?”, Steve suddenly asked Tony.

“Maybe because this building is all mine and I want to roam through it.”

The girl laughed, Steve gave an eye roll while Peter relaxed when the subject was changed and it took (Y/N)’s attention.

“Okay, okay. Stop that look! It makes me want to punch you in your perfect face.”. Tony stated and then continued, “I and Thor decided to throw a party so be ready in eight.”

“What?! A party ?! Why?”, Peter asked all of a sudden.

“Because my little kid you need to know how to have fun in your life. It’s not only the thick books you stuck your nose into.”, and with that the famous genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist man exited the room.

“Well we have like 5 hours until the party. Let’s continue working.”, (Y/N) suggested. It was her way to reduce the feelings inside her.  They were all going out and in the end of the exercises she felt much relaxed and calmed although her body was a little exhausted.

“Oh you continue. I am worn out so I will take a rest.”

“I thought you were a durable boy, Parker.”, the girl smirked as she saw the boy turning around immediately.

“I am!”

“But you got exhausted just from some slight punches.”, the witch came closer to the boy not breaking eye contact again.

“I might be not showing my full potential only because I don’t want to hurt you.”, at this time the teenagers were both smirking while Steve was looking with interest what was about to happen.

“Don’t spare me Spider-boy. Show me your super strength and you’ll see I can bear it.”

“If you are asking so politely. But don’t you dare complain after that your body is aching.”

“Oh, the sexual tense between the two of you has filled the whole room.”, Nat spoken. The witch and the spider-boy separated from each other looking away, “Don’t act as though you were shy. If it wasn’t in the training room someone would think you were about to break the bed.”

“Will you guys stop interrupting our training!?”, the girl asked in annoyance. The Avengers kept coming and if another one had showed up he could had possibly ended in the medical wing.

“Yeah, if you were actually training.”, (Y/N) gave the redhead an eye roll and waited for her answer. For one month she got used to all the teasing and jokes the heroes like to share between them, “You must spent less time with Wanda and Stark. However, I am here for the party. I assume Tony have told you so. Would you like to go with Wanda to buy a dress or something?”

“Shopping isn’t my thing and Will. Never. Be.”

“You were my only hope. Now I have to go to the shops.”, agent Romanoff looked like a small child whose mother just had told him she would not by him the toy he wanted.

“Sorry Nat. Oh, if you like something could you take it for me?”

“Yes, but you will owe me!”, Nat declared as she exited the room.

“That was a big mistake, (Y/N).”, the teenagers’ trainer for today stated out loud, “Anyone who have owed her something hasn’t ended good.”

“I will find a way to trick her.”, the girl gave a smile to the captain and the three of them continued working out. (Y/N) was without a doubt the best of them all, even the captain, but Peter managed to beat her five times which was a great success.

“Don’t hurt them!”, she screamed, “Mummy! Daddy! I am here! We will get out of here!”

“They can’t hear you.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Show me your powers. Revile them!”

“I-I can’t! Don’t you understand, I CAN’T!”, she shouted, tears rolling down her face. She didn’t want to lose them, not now.

“You don’t give us another option. Enjoy the show.”

Screams filled the room but this time an explosion didn’t happen. Instead the girl stayed in the room looking at her dead parents on the floor.

‘It’s your fault! It’s your fault! IT’S YOUR FAULT!’, the voices filled the small place she was locked into. They were shouting and screaming in agony.

“Please stop! Stop! I did what I could to save you!”, but with each word spoken the voices became louder and louder deadening the girl’s obeys,

“IT IS YOUR FAULT WE ARE DEAD!”, her parents’ voices kept screaming and filling the room while the girl crouched in the corner of the room whispering:

“Sorry, sorry, sorry! I did all I could”

“YOU ARE THE ONE WHO KILLED US! YOUR HANDS ARE COVERED IN OUR BLOOD, YOU FILTHY SPAWN!”

(Y/N) woke up from her nightmare breathing heavily. Since day one she kept dreaming the same thing every night. This time it wasn’t different. She continues seeing her parents dying and blaming her for it. At first she started believing them but after Wanda had seen her dream by accident everything changed. (Y/N) did her best to believe Wanda’s words that she wasn’t guilty, that Hydra had manipulated her in order to get what they wanted but something deep inside her was still feeling it was her fault. She had to be better and they could have lived till today.

The witch looked at the clock next to her bed. It was 6:30pm. She had an hour and half until the party. She stood up and went straight to the bathroom. The water was hot, slightly burning her skin but the girl didn’t minded. She liked it, the mist that caused her to breathe hard, the water that relaxed her body. (Y/N) wanted to stay there longer and to wash all the stress away but the time was flying. After brushing her teeth and putting underwear on she went back to her room. As she entered it someone did the same from the other door. With no surprise, it was Peter.

“(Y/N) are you- Oh mu gosh!”, as he entered in a hurry he fastened to spin around.

“Tell me, Parker…are your spider senses telling you when I am half or fully naked so you can enter in that moment?

“This time I knocked!”, the boy tried to protect himself, “You didn’t answer so I decided to check out what is going on.”

“Only to be sure I am okay?”

“I know it sounds stupid but I care about you and-”, and all of a sudden he shut up with eyes wide opened. (Y/N) blushed at his words but tried to cover it so he would not see it.

“I am flattered you wanna make sure I’m alright but I can handle myself, Parker.”, the girl gave Peter a smile.

“Yeah, okay, I will leave now.”

“No, wait!”

“What?”, the boy was surprised (Y/N) didn’t want him to leave after he saw her half naked for one god knew what time in a roll.

“I have problems with what to wear tonight. Would you stay and help me choose?”

This time both blushed and smiled. Peter accepted and closed the door. He sat on the bed looking at the beautiful girl in front of him. He scanned her body with only one look and gulped in nervousness. She was gorgeous and not only because of her appearance. The girl was a complex character. Once she was confident and sarcastic, other times shy and insecure, on training she was like a killing machine when training with Steve. At those times she scared him but he knew that she was just a broken porcelain doll that would never be repaired and look the same as before. But Peter wanted to be the strength holding all the pieces together. The one being her anchor, to help her get through all of this and to show she wasn’t alone. There was a person that cared and he wanted the girl to understand it. Peter wished to show her all the things she missed – the happiness, the games everyone plays as s child, the feelings of having a first love and the butterflies you feel in your stomach when you kiss, the moments when you cry from joy, laughing, bliss. He wanted not only to make her feel the good part of life but to feel all the things with her. The boy wanted to make this girl happy and to be the reason she was smiling. And when she smiled form heart at his jokes or stupidity he smiled too.  

On the other hand, as the boy was looking at (Y/N) with something like love she felt insecure. When he had entered the room she spoke from annoyance but now she finally understood she was just in her underwear in front of a boy she asked to stay and help her. The girl bit her lip and turned around facing the wardrobe. She opened it and hurried to take the first clothes that she saw. It happened to be simply jeans and tank top.

“Well, you look beautiful in them I have seen but they are too ordinary for the event.”

“What about this one?”, (Y/N) showed the boy a black skirt

“It might work but what would you put on top?”

The witch grabbed almost all of the clothes that were in the wardrobe and began dressing. Peter rejected the combinations thinking it wasn’t for the situation or that the clothes weren’t fitting right.

“It’s 7:45 and I still have no idea what to put on me!”, (Y/N) sat next to the boy and was about to cry. He tried to calm her down but no boy knows the feeling of having a full wardrobe and no clothes to wear. It was despairing. As Pete was about to say something someone knocked on the door. (Y/N) stood up and went to open it. There was Wanda holding three bags in her hands.

“This is for you. I am sorry I am bringing them so late but put them on and come downstairs with Peter. Don’t be late!”

(Y/N) was surprised when Wanda mentioned Peter but it was probably one of her powers that showed her the teenagers were both in the room.

The girl opened the bags. In the first one she found just the perfect outfit, in the second she found some jewelry and in the third one there was a suit for Peter.

“This one is for you.”, (Y/N) handed the boy his outfit.

“What? Really? Why would they buy a suit for me?”

“I don’t care. Go to the bathroom and put it on. I want to see in something different than jeans ash shirt or your spider suit.”

“Okay, okay. I am going! No need to rush me.”, the boy smiled as he entered the bathroom where he began changing. (Y/N) hurried to change too although she had nothing to be ashamed of. She spent an hour half naked in front of Peter…why was she now feeling insecure? However the girl put the clothes on and looked at the mirror. She was wearing a black tight skirt that ended some centimeters above her knees. The top was short, simple and shower the upper part of her stomach. The way it outlined her curves made the girl look at herself from another angle. For the first time in her life she felt beautiful just because of some clothes. As she finished putting the necklace on, Peter came in the room in his suit. He was trying to put his tie on but with no result.  

“Will you help me?”, Peter asked innocently.

“Yeah.”, (Y/N) murmured after some seconds as she took some time to observe him, “But I don’t think it is necessary.”, as she came closer she took the tie away and removed the black top of the suit. Now he was standing only in his trousers and white shirt that had the top buttons undone.

“You look hot.” , they both looked at each other with wide eyes. Thanks God, she said only this not how she wanted to kiss him right now and bury her hands in his messy hair.

“Thanks.”, Peter smirked as he took his time to observe the girl in front of him, “But I am afraid you are overshadowing me. You are just stunning in this outfit.”, the girl smiled brightly and looked at Peter who was grinning too, “Shall we?”, her offered his hand.

“Let’s go to the party.”, the witch took his hand and they both went downstairs where they could hear the loud music and people talking.

Part 6

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Osomatsu-san PS Vita game translation - Karamatsu 01 - Newtype Karamatsu

Chibita: Help, help! 

Osomatsu: Oh, it’s Chibita. Why are you carrying Karamatsu on your back? Are you going to give us money? 

Chibita: Of course not! You ought to be paying me back for your tab, idjit, damn it! Nevermind about that, Karamatsu is in a bad way.  

Todomatsu: Karamatsu is always in a bad way. He’s so painful. 

Ichimatsu: Don’t come in here carrying that. 

Jyushimatsu: Illegal entry! Illegal entry! 

Chibita: You jerks, you really are awful brothers…

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  • Eren: [on his birthday] Y'know what? I am going to do something today. I'm not just gonna sit around like some old man. I'm gonna get something pierced. Like my uh, like my nose or my tongue or something.
  • Mikasa: Really? 'Cause you know that hurts.
  • Eren: So what? You know the way I see it-
  • [Mikasa pulls a hair out from the back of Eren's head]
  • Eren: Ow! Son of a BITCH!
  • Normani: Y'know what? I am going to do something today. I'm not just gonna sit around like some old lady. I'm gonna get something pierced. Like my uh, like my nose or my tongue or something.
  • Dinah: Really? Cause you know that hurts.
  • Normani: So what? You know the way I see it...
  • [Dinah pulls a hair out from the back of Normani's head]
  • Normani: Ow, son of a BITCH!

it’s so weird that a bunch of weirdos wearing sparkly golden shirts can get onstage and sing about harry potter, dicks, the little mermaid in space, bisexual cave people, and i can be filled with so much love for them. For some reason tonight i’m feeling such a love for starkid, and i’m so thankful for everything they’ve done for me. Today has been a shit day, and starkid has made me feel so much better. Thank you starkid. You might not even know i exist, but you’ve made a huge difference in my life, and i owe everything i am to you. Your musicals, friendships, tweets, and the fandom you’ve created have legitamently saved my life, and i can’t thank you enough. Thank you starkid. I don’t know what i would do without you.

How We Care

Originally posted by nctinfo


Rated: M for Smut, Angst.

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader xYuta

Summary: The story of secrets, deciet and greed. Three characters with unlikely alliances and one common goal; power. Jaehyun is stuck between his own thirst for power and his need for the one thing that could take away everything. Yuta has ambition growing from an unlikely alliance and convinces himself to do anything to protect it. Between both of them is her, ambitious but with one weakness, she does all it takes for Jaehyun, even if it’s putting herself aside. But how long can she hold up her own fragile games?

(A/N): I might name OC, I don’t really like using (Y/N), It’s just a personal preferance, I have nothing against it. It’s getting difficult to keep using pronouns too, I guess it doesn’t really work for longer works.

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After a month of constant work she woke up to a sore body and a headache.

“Fuck.” She whispered to herself as she sat up. Reaching for her phone she dialed her assistant’s number.

“Yes ma’am?” She answered immediately.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to come in today. E-mail anything important that comes up today, I’ll finish them at home.” She raked her mind to recall anything important she had today.

“Ma’am you have a meeting scheduled with a Mr Naka.” She cursed but rolled her eyes at the very unsubtle alias.

“I’ll handle it.” She murmured more to herself.

“Ma’am are you unwell?” Her voice sounded concerned.

“It’s nothing, I just have a headache.” She gave a get well soon and she smiled.

“Oh one more thing?” Her assistant hummed, “Try to avoid Mr. Jung today.”

She took a long hot shower to unwind her muscles but it seemed to be a futile. She got out groaning somehow feeling worse, it was definitely a fever.

She dried her hair and sat down on the bed dialing Yuta’s number. He picked up after three rings.

“Yes?” His voice sounded distracted.

“Good afternoon Mr Naka.” She said as her lips tugged at the edges.

“Oh it’s you. Sorry I didn’t check the id.” His tone changed a little.

“You seem busy, sorry for distracting you.” She offered her best professional courtesy.

“Not at all. Tell me what do I owe this pleasure to?” She heard the smile in his voice, he was always smiling.

“I won’t be able to meet you today-.”

“Why?” He asked before she could finish making her huff in annoyance. She hated being interrupted.

“I won’t be able to meet you because, I may be ill. I don’t think I can go out.” She sighed at how stupid this all was.

“You may be ill?” He questioned.

“I am ill. That’s all I had to tell you Mr Nakamoto. I’ll call you when I-” He interrupted again.

“That’s fine. Just give me your address, I’ll come to you.” She frowned.

“There’s really no need for that, I’m not going anywhere.” She tried to show him logic.

“You haven’t given me anything in a month.” His voice sounded playful.

He toyed with a pen with a grin that didn’t leave his face, he was starting to enjoy teasing her a lot.

“Fine I’ll just meet you outs-”

“Don’t be stubborn.” She huffed again as he cut her off and his grin just grew wider,  “Just tell me where you live, It’s not like I’ll post it on the internet.” She mumbled a begrudging fine and hung up. As soon as he received the text he got up and grabbed his coat.

“Yuta!” A voice called him urgently. He turned around to see his colleague looking at him, “Where are you going?”

“I have a new lead, I’m going to go follow it up.” His colleague sighed at his words.

“I knew you’d forget.” Yuta only looked at her lost.

“I set you up on a date with my friend today?” She questioned him, trying to make him remember, “You asked me to do it you brat!” She threw a pen at him in annoyance.

“I’m so sorry, but I have to get this story. I’ll meet her in the evening.” He shifted in his spot, more restless than guilty. He walked away after finishing, not waiting for a reply.

An hour later Yuta stood in front of the door of an apartment, his palms somehow sweaty. He blamed the bag in his arms as he knocked on the door, but he couldn’t explain his dry mouth.

“Why do you not have a doorbell?” He asked as soon as the door opened. He stood back a second to take in the sight in front of him, there she stood in pajamas and a large jumper. Her hair was a mess and she was in glasses, sniffing as she wiped her nose. Yuta was so used to seeing her in precisely tailored clothes, heels and immaculate make up. He wasn’t expecting her being so human.

“I don’t need one. Plus the sound is obnoxious.” She said with a hoarse voice that made Yuta feel bad.

“It’s a good thing you’re really sick. I thought you were avoiding me.” He said with a laugh to lighten his own mood.

“You give yourself too much credit. Come in.” She moved out of the way for him to enter.

“I bought lunch.” He said raising the bag in his hand. He turned back when she didn’t respond to see an unknown expression on her face.

“You didn’t have to do that.” She said after a moment’s hesitation, he smiled in return.

While eating he noticed how tired she looked and how red her face was. He ate quietly, it was none of his business and he knew it but he chewed the inside of his cheek.

“Don’t you have anyone to take care of you?” She looked up at him like she was not expecting that question. She then looked like she didn’t even understand what he meant.

“You’re sick and you keep working.” He pointed at her open laptop on the table, “Don’t you have anyone who will make you something warm to drink and buy you medicine?” His eyebrows knit together and she felt more confused. He sounded almost angry. She couldn’t understand why.

“I took a painkiller after I woke up. And I can take care of myself.” She said with a confident voice.

“That’s not what I asked you. I don’t doubt that you can take care of yourself, I’m asking if you have someone who will take care of you anyway.” He understood that he was crossing a line but he couldn’t stop himself from speaking.

“No.” That’s all she said as her expression hardened. He picked up their empty bowls before she could get up.

“Go to bed. I’ll stay till you’re asleep and clean up for you.” He said with a tone that left no room for argument.

“Why are you doing this? Why do you care?” She asked baffled.

“I told you, you’re no use to me dead. Go to bed.” She was still baffled but she obeyed, not having the energy to fight.

Yuta finally sat down satisfied after the place looked organised. He finally picked up his phone and cursed, seeing a string of messages from the girl he was meant to meet today. He typed up a quick apology, stating he had a sudden emergency and then threw his phone to the side. He’d been waiting for this date for weeks, but now his life had suddenly been altered. He needed to prioritise now if he wanted to realise his ambitions and he knew who held the key to that.

He went to the store to pick up some fever medicine and ingredients for his grandmother’s udon soup. He remembered how his grandmother took care of him when he was sick, putting a moist towel on his forehead, feeding him her udon and telling him stories till he fell asleep.

He was busy cutting vegetables when he heard a loud knock. He walked up to the door and opened it, not expecting Jung Jaehyun to be on the other side.

“Who are you?” Jaehyun’s voice sounded annoyed.

“I’m a friend. I’m just taking care of her till she gets better.” He said cautiously, not knowing what he knew.

“Gets better from what?” His voice was bitter and laced with distrust.

“She has a fever, we were supposed to meet today to, uh, catch up.” Yuta laughed awkwardly.

“Where is she now?” He let out a frustrated groan.

“She’s asleep.” He raised a brow, “I’ll let her know her boss came when she wakes up. Yuta saw his expression hardened and he smiled.

“I need to know when my campaign manager can’t come to work, let her know that.” Jaehyun gave him a curt smile, “I didn’t catch your name by the way.”

“Nakamoto Yuta.” He extended his hand and Jaehyun shook it.

“Hope to see you again soon Yuta.” His voice was cold despite his words.

“Hopefully.” Yuta laughed.

She sat up as Yuta offered her a bowl. She took it and mumbled a groggy thanks and he chuckled.

“Did you make this?” She asked after having a taste. He nodded proudly and she gave him the same unknown look.

“You’re being so kind I don’t know what to say.” She mumbled with a shy voice, a blush sneaking up her cheeks.

“My grandmother told me that no grandson of hers should ignore women, children and the sick in need. You are two of those, I just don’t want to be disowned.” She chuckled at his declaration. Yuta decided he liked the sound.

After she finished he took the bowl away and came back with a glass of water and two pills. She let out an incredulous scoff but took the contents from his hands.

“Oh your boss came by before.” Yuta informed her like he remembered suddenly. She froze at his words, hesitating with what to say next.

“W-What did he want?” She was careful.

“I guess he wanted to know why you didn’t come to work today. He could have just called but I guess you deserve a little extra.” He laughed more to himself, she picked up her phone eagerly and lit up the screen. 57 missed calls and 17 messages.

Fuck.

She sighed and threw her phone onto the bed.

“You should have woken me up.” She groaned as she rubbed her forehead.

“I told him you were asleep, he didn’t ask me to wake you. He knows you need rest.” She wanted to scream. The guilt was eating at her, was he worried the whole day? Did he shout at everyone more than usual because he was annoyed at her? Was he afraid?

“It’s fine.” She lied, “I’ll call him tomorrow morning.” Yuta nodded.

“You call me cocky, yet you don’t even tell your boss you’re taking time off.” She smiled at that. He was right, maybe she did get a little cocky. He won’t exactly fire me.

She walked Yuta to the door as he instructed her on when to take her medicine.

“Thank you, for today.” She was overwhelmed but still her gratitude was genuine, “I’ve never had anyone take care of me like that.” Yuta couldn’t describe how his heart felt at those words.

“I’ll come back tomorrow to check on you.” He grinned at her.

“That won’t be necessary Yuta.” She said gravely and he laughed, ignoring the way his insides felt when he heard her say his name. He walked out of the building with a small smile on his face, noticing a car on the other side of the road. A bike passed by at that moment, illuminating a somewhat familiar face inside the car but Yuta was busy thinking of how maybe she wasn’t as daunting as she seemed.

Jaehyun watched as he watched the guy from earlier walked away from the building, he briefly glanced at his car but made no note of it. Jaehyun waited till he was gone completely to step out and walk into the building.

His knock on the door was answered by a smile that seemed to fade when she saw him.

“Expecting someone else?” He asked, his tone razor sharp.

“I was going to call you.” She avoided making eye contact, stepping aside as he stepped in and gently shut the door.

“When? After I get a call from the hospital?” He tried expertly to hide the misery in his voice, she noticed.

“It’s not that bad.” She backed away from him a little, the space suddenly suffocating.

“That was the guy from the gala right? The one you were talking to at the bar?” He moved closer as she moved away.

“Hm-n-yes.” She struggled with her words.

“I didn’t know you had any friends, or maybe I don’t know about this particular one.” He dropped his jacket on the floor.

“I-Jaehyun stop I’m sick you’ll catc-” She turned around to walk away but he already grabbed her and turned her around. Kissing her like a starved man, she tried to push him away but his body was much stronger and his mind was more unwavering. He guided her back till she dropped onto the couch. He stood over her watching as he loosened his tie, taking in the sight of her breathless and flushed. He sat down at the edge where her legs were, picking up one to place on the back on the sofa behind his neck, and one on his knees, situating himself salaciously between them.

He smirked at her as she watched him carefully, like a deer watching a tiger, wary of each move. He gently traced patterns inside her thigh, watching her bite down on her lower lip, still watching his face.

“I was so worried today.” He turned his head to kiss her leg, tracing his lips on the smooth skin, “I couldn’t focus on anything.” He turned to look at her once, satisfied she was still watching, “I finally decided to just come see you before I went insane sitting and waiting.” He continued to brush his lips against her soft skin as he traced patterns on the other leg.

“You could have just asked me assistant.” She winced when he suddenly bit down where his lips were, tracing his tongue over it after to soothe the pain.

“I did. She told me you told her not to say anything.” His hand moved up her thigh and down, breaking her skin into goosebumps.

“I was so irritated, I just wanted to come see you to settle my nerves.” His hands came up to her clothed heat, tracing up and down the slit in an infuriating pattern.

“But then some guy is at the door instead of you.” He pushed her underwear aside, “Talking to me like I’m some intruder, telling me he’ll pass on a message to you?” He chuckled darkly as he inserted one finger into her easily, making her gasp softly.

“I wanted to pull him out from here, show him his place.” Her back lifted off the sofa as he pumped harder.

“Announce exactly who I am to your friend.” He slid another finger in, curling them inside and making her mewl.

She heard the sound of her own blood rushing mixed with the sound of his fingers pumping in and out at an unbearable pace, she looked again to see him watching her, his eyes wild. He smiled down at her when he noticed her watching, his dimples prominent even from the strained angle.

She moaned his name.

“Say it again baby, I love hearing you say my name like that.” He kept up his pace and she said his name again.

“Just like that, just for me.” He pressed his thumb down on her clit and she came whimpering, breathless and satiated.

They stayed like that for a while before he quietly got up and noticed she was already asleep, he sighed and picked her up in his arms and took her to her bedroom. She groaned and writhed in his arms when he lifted her off the sofa.

“Go to sleep.” He said firmly and looked down to see her watching him. He smiled genuinely but she kept looking at him, then she lifted her hand and brushed it gently under his eyes.

“You look tired.” She said.

“So do you.” He countered.

“I’m sorry I made you worry today, I should have called.” He laughed, gently placing her on the bed.

“You must be really sick if you’re apologising to me.” He sat down at the edge and looked down at her lovingly, running his fingers through her hair like how he knew she liked it, “Do you want me to stay?” His voice was incredibly quiet. Like he was afraid of something breaking the bliss they were currently sharing.

“If you want to.”  She said but moved into the bed anyway. He only smiled and nodded.

“Your clothes are in the second drawer.” He got up and followed her instructions, emerging from the bathroom later in a t-shirt and joggers. He quietly slipped into bed after that and pulled her close to him, she knew that she was uncomfortably warm but Jaehyun didn’t seem to mind.

A Fool’s Hope

Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, mention of Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1487

A/N: What do you get when you mix a traditional day of pranks with a wise-ass Winchester, a bumbling well-meaning angel, and a love-struck doubting reader? This fluffy April Fools’ Day drabble, that’s what!

(not my GIF)

“Y/N?” Castiel tarried at the threshold of your open door scanning the apparently occupant-less room.

Hair disheveled, sporting sleep rumpled pajamas, nestled on the floor amidst a comfy pile of pillows and blankets on the far side of the bed, lost in the pages of a book, you stifled a groan – the angel had developed a particular knack as of late for catching you at the worst times. Just last week he ran into you in the hall, or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, you had been stark naked, having forgotten a towel for the shower and not wanting to get your clothes wet, and engaged in a somewhat leisurely stroll to your room under the mistaken belief you had the bunker to yourself. For several days afterward, Cas maintained a curiously strong interest in the ceiling whenever he was in your presence. It might have been amusing if it weren’t so embarrassing – and also if you didn’t happen to be so head over heels in love with the angel. Combing fingers haphazardly through tangled locks to smooth them, you peeked over the mattress. “Hey Cas, what’s up?”

“Is this a bad time?” He took a tentative step further into the room.

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Spoiler Alert: The Impossible Project has merged with Polaroid and will be releasing new film and cameras tomorrow! Many have already figured this out by now and I just wanted to point a few things out because many people are disappointed that “this is all”. Correct me if I’m wrong, but standard Polaroid film was on the edge of being gone forever in 2008. The entire point of The Impossible Project was to continue making standard, integral type film for Polaroid cameras. Without chemicals being made any longer, it was not possible for them to simply pick up where the Polaroid company left off. They had to recreate every aspect of the film in order for it to produce images. I received some of the very first test packs of this film and it was a mess. It took a while to get a hang of shooting differently, but at the end of the day, I was still able to use my SX-70 camera and looked forward to them developing new films. These days people still don’t understand that Impossible was doing everything they could to make the best film they can. If they could have just picked up and made film the same exact way, they would have done so. From 2010 until today, I’ve continued shooting their film. Every batch seemed to create a better quality film and in some cases, results has nearly identical tones to the beloved Time-Zero Polaroid film. Their black and white surpasses the quality of Polaroid 600 B&W by a long-shot. This to me, is amazing. That brings us to today: They aren’t bringing back packfilm, Time-Zero chemicals aren’t going to magically reappear, film isn’t going to be cheaper, there isn’t going to be 10 photos in the pack and it’s still going to take longer than original Polaroid film to develop. When I hear that people are disappointed, I am confused. What did you realistic think would happen? Impossible has never promised to do any of these things. They have owed us nothing from the beginning. They are more passionate than any of us. It’s their life continuing the production. So be grateful as to how far they have come. Be excited for what may come of this re-branding, possibilities we do not know can happen…But please manage your expectations. The fact that “Polaroid” is returning to it’s roots in the film world should be exciting. Analog is staying strong in 2017! This hype is totally justified.

Boyf Riends Mermaid AU: The Tail

“So your saying your saying he does that all the time?” Michael and Jeremy were walking on the beach, laughing as Jeremy explained how his dad never wears pants at home.
“The fact he’s wearing cargo shorts is just short of amazing. Unfortunately those cargo pants used to be mine.”
“Used to be?”
“Yeah, I’m not going to get those back.” Michael snorted before freezing up as he saw the sun setting.
“Oh wow, it’s later than I thought. I really need to go home. My parents will kill me if I’m not home before it’s dark out.”
“I’m sure they could understand a few minutes, we can call them and-”
“They don’t have phones, so I should really go.”
“That’s cool, maybe I can walk you home.”
“Nah, that’s alright. Don’t need them thinking you’re my boyfriend or something.” Michael saw Jeremy’s hurt look. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, it’s just their weird about anybody I bring home.”
“Oh, yeah…see you tomorrow I guess?” Michael responded with a kiss on Jeremy’s cheek before jumping on the cement path and taking off on what looked to be…heelies? Only Michael. After meeting his rescuer at the dock Jeremy had been going out to the beach a lot more to visit him. Michael never came over to his house, something about his parents? Jeremy was picking up his bag and was walking forward when his foot hit a bottle. Picking it up and shaking it, there were a few small blue pills with the name Mell, Michael.
‘Oh shit, he must of dropped these, I should go return them.’ Or maybe he just wanted to see Michael again, either way it was important. Following Michael’s path he finally spotted him at the edge of a sandbank, his legs half way in the water.
“Michael!” He was surprised by Jeremy, literally jumping out of the water.
“Jeremy? What are you doing here?”
“You forgot this!” Jeremy pulled out the pill bottle and Michael’s eyes widened slightly. “Figured they were pretty important since you took like three today already. I thought you said you needed to go home.”
“I was, just you know stopped to sit down and-OW FUCK!” Michael fell down and as Jeremy rushed over to help him when he noticed something. Michael’s shorts were gone and now instead of legs there was a tail.
“You’re a mer-?”
“Man, not maid. I am a dude.”
“I was totally going to say that.”
“No you weren’t.”

Some people believe in love at first sight; others believe that love is part of a process, part of something that constantly develops. Maybe those kinds of love exist. I cannot tell. Because the only time I ever fell in love, it was with you. And I fell in love with you for every single thing that you are. It wasn’t love at first sight exactly. I knew who I was in love with when I realized that I had fallen in love with you. You weren’t a stranger anymore then, someone I just met. I knew you. I knew what decisions you made in your life, what dreams you wanted to become reality and I knew your smile. The one you fake, but also the one you reserve for me. I also refuse to accept that my love for you has been part of a process. Because it was clear all this time, ever since the first moment I saw you, that you are the one. I did not see nor know the truth back when I met you - how could I? I didn’t know you. -, but there was only one way for me to go from there: to fall in love with you. You never owed me anything. There are no debts in love. But I want you to know that I love you and I’m in love with you. I was yesterday, I am today and I will be tomorrow. I know now that once love is there, it will never leave. Love is rare, and I never knew what it would be like, what it would feel like. I know now ever since you are here. As long as you are by my side, I know what love is. If you leave, the love will still be here, but it won’t be visible. Not for others, not for you, and certainly not for me. Yet love is not evanescent. It can be ignored or shushed, but it can never go away. So you can leave me, my life will go on without you. Or you can stay, and my life will go on with you by my side. My love for you won’t die with whatever choice you make. But it is your choice whether this love will be lost for me or if it can exist for you too.
—  that book of mine about a love that I know exists (M.B.)
miss priss

Originally posted by dammithoshi

in which kim taehyung is insufferable. 

genre: humor, romance

word count: 1021

― taehyung x reader [highschool au]

a/n: more highschooler!tae (x) for anon


     CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. You could feel your urge to throttle Kim Taehyung grow less and less suppressed along with each click of his annoying ball-point pen. The same pen he insisted on only using, despite some of his classes prohibiting pens. The same pen that has landed him in detention multiple times. Your left eyebrow twitched, and you tried to focus on the book you were reading despite not having turned a single page. 

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Auston Matthews #1 - Gold Medal, Baby!

Originally posted by willynylanders

A/N - ugh i got so carried away while writing this i loved it so much. so yeah, now I have a 5 page document about being a canadian national team diver at the world championships. that doesn’t even mention auston matthews until like the third page. I basically wrote this 2.5k pic about this prompt, realized that ppl are prob not going to want to read about moral courage and determination then cut it down to just the cute sappy parts with ma boi aus. message me if you want the full version, i think it adds to the whole emotional effect of this

for the prompt: Anon: Hi you’re such a good writer! Please can you do one where the reader is a diver for Canada and has her last competition and Auston surprises her?

(also thanks bby <3 i love when i see messages like this)

_X_

As soon as your hands touched the water and your body slipped perfectly in the pool right after, you knew it. You had the performance of a lifetime at the World Diving Championships in Bangladesh and were fighting for first place with this last dive. You couldn’t help the smile that broke onto your face when you knew that you had nailed it. When your face reemerged from the water you were enveloped in the sound of the crowd, which was the first time you really noticed how loud the fans were all meet. You swam to the edge of the pool and pulled yourself up and immediately ran to your coach. He was wiping a tear from his cheek when you practically launched yourself over the barrier to wrap him in a hug. You separated and he held your hands while waiting for the results.

It felt like an eternity. You hopped from foot to foot holding your breath, not caring that now that you were out of the water you were starting to get very cold. When the results came in, you couldn’t even help your reaction: your coach screamed something incoherent in your ear and you jumped into his arms once more in a bone-crushing hug. You could feel the happy tears stinging at your eyes and you stayed in the arms of your coach for a long time. You couldn’t even get your head around it. You did it; you won. You were the World Champion of the Women’s 3m Diving.

“Look behind you,” your coach said when you finally pulled away. You turned around assuming that the camera crew wanted a shot and you gave a big wave and blew a kiss at the camera. “No, behind that. Look at your family.” You scanned the crowd and located them quickly by the sheer volume of their cheers and the almost obnoxious amount of Team Canada apparel they were sporting. A megawatt smile broke out onto your face when you made eye contact with your family and you shot them a thumbs up which they returned. Right when you were about to turn around to go find your best friend on the international circuit, Aifeng Xing from China, who came second and celebrate with her, you noticed him.

Standing right between your parents wearing an obnoxious bandana and Canadian muscle shirt was your boyfriend, Auston Matthews. Your jaw dropped and it took you a second to process what was happening. How did Auston manage to get all the way to Budapest without you knowing? And more importantly, why did Auston take so much time out of his schedule to see you compete?

In that moment, Aifeng wrapped you up in a hug and you held her for a bit, both trading congrats and I love you’s and so happy’s in English and Mandarin. When you separated you wanted nothing more than to run over to your family and boyfriend and share this moment with them but the camera crew lined you, Aifeng, and your American rival Mindy LeRoy up for a picture. You smiled and said congratulations to Mindy, who pretended to be gracious.

You grabbed the towel and clothes from your coach and threw them on to go and run over to your family at last when an interviewer pulled you to the side.

“(Y/N) how do you feel being the first female Canadian diving to win a World Championships, in your last competition no less?” some woman that you vaguely remember seeing at CBC asked you.

“Honestly it’s such a surreal feeling.” you breathed out, “but right now I just really need to go be with my family and boyfriend who flew all the way from Toronto to surprise me.” you managed to force out before running, somewhat childishly, over to where Auston was leaning over the railing. You jumped up to him and he picked you off the ground a bit, arms grasping tight under your shoulders with your arms going around his neck. In the back of your mind you realized that this was going to be all over sports media back home but right now you really didn’t care. You were on top of the world and the only things you could hear was Auston’s voice in your ear saying how proud he was of you and the distant sound of your mom crying and your dad cheering. When you pulled back, Auston set you back on the ground before leaning down some more and kissing you soundly on the lips.

Yep. There go the cameras.

“Gold medal, baby!” he smiled big at you.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” you shouted up at him

“You really think I would miss this?” he replied, “I love you so much (Y/N) and I am so ridiculously proud of you. But that is also the most nervous I have been in my entire life.”

“I can’t believe you are actually wearing a Canadian flag muscle shirt and maple leaf bandana right now.” you laughed.

“Not gonna lie, it hurt a bit putting it on,” the ever-patriotic Auston laughed, “but I’d do anything for you.”

If you could smile any bigger than you were already, your face would probably threaten to split into two. You moved away and shared an emotional hug and a couple words with your parents and siblings before you were pulled away to finish your interviews. You quickly pulled on the rest of your clothes and re-did your hair while listening to the interviewer’s questions. You answered a couple about the significance of this win and if it changes your plans of retirement. You also answered some more backhanded questions from American media about your long-standing rivalry with Mindy that you smiled through and wished her the best in the rest of her career. Finally came the question about your relationship that you were just waiting for,

“So we saw you run off after your dive to your boyfriend, who is a professional hockey star back home. What is it like having such a large, close, support group like you do?”

“Honestly, I owe all my success to them. I wouldn’t be here today without the sacrifices that my family made for me and I don’t think I can ever truly repay them. As for Auston, I am the luckiest girl in the world for everything that he does. He is truly beyond words.” you gushed producing a chorus of aww’s from the little group of media and some of the fans. After all the questions were asked, you were ushered to the medal ceremony where you got a little more than misty eyed when the Canadian anthem played and you saw the flag raise at the top of the podium.

_X_

“Oh my god, (Y/F/N)(Y/L/N), I need to get your autograph!” Auston exclaimed the next morning when you woke up beside him in the hotel room the next morning.

“Aus, what are you doing? It is too early for me to understand your jokes.” you mumbled while wrapping your arms around his bare torso and snuggling closer to him.

He wrapped his arms around you in return and tucked your head under his chin so that you were flush against him, “You’re famous now! I need to get an autograph so I can sell it on eBay and make tons of money.” he explained.

“Auston.” you sighed, “You are literally the saviour of an Original Six team: you already make more money than you know what to do with, and if you really wanted to sell something on eBay you would make 3 times whatever you could get for something from me by selling something stupid of yours, like your sock.”

“Whatever.” he smiled and placed a kiss to the top of your head, “Mitch has been sending me pictures all day, apparently we are all over TSN now.”

“Oh, really?” you looked up at him, “What are they saying?”

“Just that we are the greatest athlete power couple of our generation. They caught your runaway from your interview to see me all on camera and now everyone is obsessed with us. We inspired a TSN countdown of the greatest relationships in sports.  And apparently there was a really creepy segment from some network i don’t recognize talking about how we need to have babies and train them to be the ultimate athletes. Then the discussion devolved into two middle-aged white dudes arguing about whether or not if we banged and had kids, which country they would compete for.”

“Oh my god.” you laughed into his chest.

“But you want to see my favourite?” he asked

“Mmhmm” you mumbled. Auston reached around you and pulled his phone off the bedside table. When he turned on his phone you could see that the lock screen had changed. Now instead of it being a picture of you too with ice cream on your faces after an impromptu ice cream war, it has been replaced with a new picture you’ve never seen before that makes you gasp. It is taken from the side and shows Auston leaning over the railing and holding you in your still-wet suit and hair still a sloppy mess in a tight hug. The background is faded is faded but the moment of pure happiness and elation is captured in perfect definition and you can see the way you can’t control the grin on your face and Auston’s adoration is written all over his face while he’s kissing your cheek.

“..oh auston…” you smile, “that is incredible.”

“You are incredible babe.” he kisses you on the lips again, “Each and every day I continue to be amazed at what you do.”

You blush and smack his chest playfully, “You’re such a sap.” you giggle.

“Gold medal, baby!”

_X_

yeah so that was really long… oh well! again: message me if you want to read the full version, I personally really like it lol

Two Rainchecks and Breakfast- Jakob Forsbacka Karlsson

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

Ok so I’m so sorry guys! I feel like crap that I didn’t get anything up yesterday, but I’m working really hard today ok. I love you all and thank you so much for being patient and kind and understanding. Here we go! Back on track! I hope… Enjoy!

Warning: none

Anon Request: could you do a fluffy jakob forsbacka karlsson imagine? plot can be whatever you want! thanks!! :)

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              The first time you met your hot neighbor, you were moving in.

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Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge 2: Post-Apocalyptic Driving School

Summary: Negan is flabbergasted that his lady friend  never learned how to drive before the world ended. He takes it upon himself to teach her how, and rewards his “student” with some vehicular naughtiness. 

This is a smutty Negan x Rebecca (#Nebecca) drabble I wrote for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash​‘s Negan Writing Challenge for the Driving Instructor prompt. It takes place after Embracing the Apocalypse (But you totally don’t have to have read that at all to enjoy this. Promise!)

Word Count: 3,255

Content Warnings (or selling points?): Negan being Negan, language, smut, finger fucking, hand jobs, and cum.

Read on AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10610505

Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge 2: Post-Apocalyptic Driving School

“Hold on a fucking minute! What the fuck do you mean you don’t know how to fucking drive, Fuckface?” Negan’s face was a perfect combination of amusement and wonder as the late afternoon sun cast a warm glow on his tanned skin.

He and Rebecca, the aforementioned “Fuckface”, strode side by side along the perimeter of the Sanctuary, enjoying the crescendo of a beautiful spring day. The sky was spotted with just a few scant puffs of cloud and the grass was beginning to return to life after a brutal winter. As annoyed as she was at the smug smirk that Negan wore, she couldn’t bring herself to let it get to her. Not today.

“That was a whole lotta ‘fucks’ there, my friend,” she replied casually with an easy smile on her face, “And to answer your question: Nope. Never learned. Always thought I would eventually, but then the world ended, so it kind of took a back seat…Pun intended, by the way.”

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Teach Me To Love (G Dragon Mafia!au/Soulmate!au Fic) Chapter 3

Jewels: I apologize for the first couple of chapters being a bit slow. Trying to get things rolling, please bear with me.

Warnings: None

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# Bro hooves up

Hey I wanted to make a serious post about us bronies, and to share something personal that makes a good point as to why I became a brony, and why us bronies exist.


Before I joined the brony fandom, I had no idea what it was. I heard that it existed but I think much of it. During my high school years, I was constantly bullied because I have autism. I was afraid to go to school everyday, and faked being sick just to get away. Then During my last year at high school I met a couple of bronies in my class, and they shared similar stories. Then I asked a question that later made me the brony I am today. I asked “why, why are you interested in a little girls show? It doesn’t make sense.” They told me exactly what happened. And I was shocked, because they both grew up in an extreme family that was religious, and went through some trauma as kids. My story was no different. I thought that we all had a lot in common. So I made the choice to just check it out. I felt like I kinda owed them that much. The episode I watched was twilights kingdom. After the first part I was instantly hooked. I kept watching more and more. It was like watching my favorite cartoon as a kid but more epic, and beautiful. I felt safe, and comfortable, never missing an episode after that. Every Saturday, every season, and I loved it all.


My point here is that there are many reasons why people become bronies. Whether it’s an experience in the past that left them traumatized, or because of bullying, or other reasons, it’s all because the show has friendship, acceptance, and offers a safe place for all who need one. It’s about love, peace, kindness and making friends who will last a life time.


People who judge bronies for being immature because of what the show represents, don’t understand that for much of the fandom it’s a very personal reason for why we watch it. Haters are gonna hate, and they have every right to do so. But haters are just people, like you and me. Both sides exist, and we all have to accept that. But who really knows? Maybe the haters are afraid that if they watch it too, they might like it. But regardless of becoming a brony wether by choice or not, we can all agree that ponies are helping make the world a better place, one person or pony at a time :)


If you agree with my reasoning, and want brony awareness something everyone should know please reblog, and spread this hashtag.

#bro hooves up /)

Brendon Urie Imagine- I’m the New Cancer

“Can I request teen!Brendon?!?! Like maybe a highschool AU or something? Start off hating each other and well you can decide where it goes?”

[Author’s note! Sure thing sweetie! Thanks for the request! This is going to be a fun one to write. I am excited.I am also making this a pre-imagine for one that I wrote awhile back called Composition!] 

You never knew the devil had a name until you met Brendon. High school was going fine, you finally felt comfortable in your own shoes, until one day you had an unfortunate run in with the devil himself. 

You were already running late for class as it is. A series of poor decisions got you there. When you finally stumble into the school, you are welcomed by a crowded hallway and no familiar faces in sight. Rule of thumb, you keep your friends limited in school and you glide your way through it. You were able to make it through a large portion of school too going unnoticed until the local boy wonder decided to make it his goal in life to give you chest pain. 

He is a full blow douche to say the least. And this wasn’t just a passing phase, oh no. It’s his full time job to make you feel as awkward and uncomfortable as physically possible.  Surely a level opposition that is worthy of a mention in the record books of cliche high school bullies. 

Nevertheless, you were late and eager to get to your class. You have a reputation to uphold, and being on time is included. You eye the door up and cringe as you see him leaning against the wall right next to the classroom you need to be in. He looks so carefree standing there, his hand shoved into the pockets of his skinny jeans. That bastard. Quickly you try to devise a plan on how you can avoid him seeing you, but every plan seems to be a bust. Of course he has to stand in the one spot that is inescapable. Even more reason to hate him. You decide to dodge the bullet and just go for it, hoping that he won’t recognize you. Preparing for disaster, you clutch your books tightly to your chest and bow your head to avoid eye contact. With each passing step, you dread that inevitable encounter. 

For a moment when you don’t hear that conceited voice of his call out your name, you think you have made it fast enough to avoid the whole ordeal. To your misfortune a ratty pair of black converse step into your field of vision and you are bound to be late for class now. You were so damn close. 

“Hello there, dollface.” He chuckles through that insolent tone of his that makes you want to run the other direction. “To what do I owe the pleasure today?”

You find yourself retracting into yourself as he takes a step closer. You wish you had never run into him in the first place, you don’t even want to know his name. But of course you do. How could you not? With his dark hair and muddy eyes that could melt anyones heart, he has that quality that any cocky bad guy has. Intimidatingly attractive. And deservedly so, if you can get past the lack of a heart. 

“Move it Urie. I am just trying to get to class.” you attempt to push past him. As tempting as it is to look up and see his reaction, you can’t muster up the courage to give them that kind of pleasure. 

Instead of letting you go by, he moves with you in one swift movement. He makes a better door than a human in your opinion. 

“That eager to get to class are we?” he leans against the door frame. That jerk has the nerve to make it look so easy to push someone’s buttons. “Can’t be late now isn’t that right?”

“Something you have never understood the concept of.” 

With a sudden gust of attitude, you manage to glare at him. That exact look you imagined plastered on his face is there, eyebrows cocked and all. 

“Shots fired. That really hurt (y/n).” his hand dramatically rubs his chest as if it signals his pain. “I didn’t think you had that in you.”

If you rolled your eyes any harder they would have rolled right out of your head. Sure it might have been overkill but this kid really got on your nerves. How you ever managed to get along with his friend Ryan was a mystery. 

“Mr. Urie! Get to class!” the teachers yells and you inwardly thank the gods. 

He throws his hands in the air defensively and moves out of the way, letting you escape your nightmare. With a smug grin you  push past him, slipping him the finger behind your back. 

“When you decide to have a little fun, you know where to find me!” he calls out heading down the hallway. 

No way in hell that was happening. 

“What was that all about?” you friend asks you as you sit down exasperated from the encounter. 

“My worst nightmare, that’s what.” you sigh. 


It’s seventh period, which means its both your favorite and least favorite part of the day. Your favorite because it is your independent music study. Your least favorite because you have to be in the same room as Brendon for a whole hour. Gross. At least you can lock yourself in a practice room and forget about him. 

When you stumble into the band room and realize he is the only one in there, you curse to yourself and turn to head the opposite direction. Unfortunately for you, you caught his attention right away. 

“Have somewhere to be?” 

Shit. Your jaw clenches and your entire body grows stiff as you turn around to face him. 

“No. I just couldn’t stand the thought of sharing a room with you. I wouldn’t want to catch a disease or something.”  you wave him off digging through a pile of mixed up sheet music. 

“Ouch. Two hits in one day. I must be rubbing off on you.” 

That comment really got you bubbling. The fact that he would even take the credit for your witty comments makes you want to punch him. And it takes every ounce of self control not to just go up to him and give him one. But he would get too much joy out of that. So instead you grab your sheet music and make a mad dash past him. Luck was not in your favor. 

In a fit of your clumsiness your music falls off your binder and scatters all over the floor. You frantically attempt to pick it up. Brendon chuckles at the sight of your cheeks glowing brightly in embarrassment. He knows the kind of effect he has on you, and you hate yourself for letting him know. 

“Classical huh? What kind of sheet music is this anyway? You don’t strike me as the piano type.” he snorts as he picks up a few of the stray sheets. His expression reveals confusion and a hint of interest.

“You wouldn’t know if real music hit you in the face Urie.” you spit. 

“You don’t even know what I do. Give it a chance, you might end up liking it.”

“In your dreams.” you manage to keep your voice steady as you reply.

“Your loss sweetheart!” he shrugs as you lock yourself in the soundproof practice room. At least he can’t hear or see you for the next hour. 

The time passes quickly, and soon you find yourself having to put down your instrument and have to face the relentless punk rocker once again. Silently praying that he is already gone, your hopes are crushed when his voice rings out. You jump at the sudden interaction.

“A little jumpy today aren’t we?” he retorts, a smug grin pulling at his lips. 

“Mind your own business would ya pretty boy?” you say trying to sneak away from him for the third time today. 

“So you think I’m pretty, Huh?” he shoots you a devilish glare that could melt a heart. 

“Something has to make up for you being such a douche.” you hiss.

You wait for him to reply in his usual manor, but for the first time ever, he has nothing to say. There is no gnomic reply, just silence. Have you just outwitted the master at his own game? You thought this feeling would be more exciting, finally having the guts to give it right back to him. But as his jaw tenses and eyes droop into what could mistakenly be seen as sadness, you almost feel like you were too harsh. Until you remember how awful he was to you just this morning. 

“Bye.” you murmur as you shuffle your sheet music into a folder. 

Was Brendon Urie, your biggest offender, actually upset that you called him a douche? Does it really matter? Yet somehow you find a guilty feeling rising in your chest and you actually regret saying it. 

“Hey (y/n), something the matter?” your friend Ryan asks leaning against the locker next to yours. 

Snapping back to reality, your focus shifts to Ryan. He knows about the way Brendon treats you and he apologizes  for it every day. How he even gets along with Brendon in the first place is a mystery. 

“Oh nothing. What’s up?” you stutter. He gives you a confused look but waves off your awkward response. 

“Well I was doing a little writing lately. I was hoping you would do me a big favor.” 

“What would this favor be?” 

“One of the songs I wrote, I really want some cello in the band. I was hoping you would take a look at it and drop by a rehearsal one time.” 

Knowing very well that Brendon would be at that rehearsal, this is an extremely big favor to ask. But Ryan has been a good friend of ours for a long time, and you wanted to see him succeed. 

“You are lucky we are friend’s Ross.” you sigh heavily as he hands over a pile of sheet music. 

“What would I do without you! See you tomorrow at the bar?” he laughs.

“I suppose you will.” 


The sun is starting to set as you walk down the deserted sidewalk of downtown. With your cello strapped on your back, you make your way down to the run down bar that the keyboard players dad owns. It is nice of him to let them use that space as a rehearsal area before hours. You take a deep breath before entering, knowing that this could potentially be the most grueling two hours of your life. 

“Hey!” you hear that harrowing voice that you dread. 

Perhaps if you just ignore him he won’t push considering yesterday’s events. But as you start to unpack your things you can hear him getting closer. Oh god. 

“You know what, I am doing your band a favor so why don’t you do me a favor and leave me alone.” you warn, not letting him even test your patience. 

Your answer is short and to the point. If only your voice wasn’t so unintimidating that you actually sound like a little kid trying defend themselves. But no use in backing down now. 

“No! I was just…” he stumbles on his words, reaching for the right thing to say. This is the second time in two days that you have done this. Maybe he was right, maybe he is rubbing off on you. 

You look at him with uninterested eyes waiting for him to respond. A faint blush creeps on his cheeks and he looks flustered. 

“Shit.” he mumbles, hoping you wouldn’t hear it. But you did. 

You shoot him a concoction of confused and annoyed glares as you carefully remove your cello from its case. Ryan calls for Brendon and he almost looks hurt as he walks away up to the stage. They begin with a punchy number about a strip club and a lap dance. Figures. He looks so confident up there, the way he dances around. And those vocals. Wow. He almost looks human for a moment. Wait no, you can’t be thinking about that. 

“Alright, you have the sheet music for I write sins?” Ryan calls. 

With a nod you head up to the stage and take a seat in the chair right between Ryan and Brendon. As if it wasn’t bad enough just to share a stage with him, you had to be sitting right next to him. You gently pluck the stings and Brendon joins in. He stares in awe at you as actually play the notes, but you are too busy getting lost in the music to notice. You take in the sound, so beautiful and pure. 

“Technically our marriage is saved!” he sings. 

As the song finishes, you realize that he is watching you geek out. A blush creeps up as you look away and shuffle through your music to find the next song. Why won’t he stop looking at you? 

“Didn’t your mother teach you it’s not polite to stare?” you seethe, taking your stance to play the next song. 

The next song is a beautifully surprising song about the tragedy that is an affair. For just being a high school band, the lyrics are really deep. Secretly, you love bringing your musical element to such a raw sounding band, but you would never let him have the satisfaction of knowing that. A quick musical interlude, it is now your time to shine. The hearty sound of your cello fills the room and you completely loose yourself for just a moment. It truly is a beautiful composition and everyone in the room feels it. 

When you know it is time for Brendon to come back in, you back down your sound but he doesn’t join in. Instead he stands there, too occupied in watching you to even realize that he was supposed to sing. 

“Hold up guys. Earth to Brendon? Isn’t that your cue?” you chortle in satisfaction. 

“Um,  five minute water break.” he stammers as he heads off the stage. He’s acting so weird today. 

Despite your inner conscious telling yourself to run away, you find yourself meeting him at the water table. He has already downed half a bottle. 

“What’s the matter Urie? Cat’s got your tongue?” you tease, hoping to strike a nerve. 

“Just shut up.” he snaps. His words giving you all the more reason to bush his buttons. 

“What did you just say?” 

“You heard me. I said shut up!” 

HIs piercing eyes flash to you and you stare right back. Two evenly revved up people standing face to face, and you wanted to come out on top. Not willing to back down, you decide you will give him the opportunity to explain himself if he can manage. 

“Alright. “ you reply, crossing your arms tightly over your chest expecting a damn good explanation. “Give it to me.” 

“Fine.” he hesitates, almost expecting you to walk away. “What you said yesterday. You were right. I am a douche.  But.” 

He shifts his weight to one hip, kicking his foot a little, like he is at a loss of words, and it feels astounding. He, Brendon, can’t even come up with a decent reason as to why he is such an ass. You have finally won. You are just about to say something, but he holds a finger over your lips and stops you. 

“Ah-ah-ah!” he scolds.

“Alright.” he stars again once he knows you aren’t going to interrupt him. “But, I have this huge crush on you and that’s why.” 

What the hell just happened? Unable, or unwilling to even register what he is saying, you walk back over to your seat and pluck around on your cello. With wide eyes and flustered cheeks, you shutter as he takes his stance next to you at the mic. You can’t even look at him as he stands there singing into the microphone about screwing some girl. Was he being serious? His words say one thing, but his stature says it all. It’s still not a valid excuse to make your life a living hell though. Most people when they like someone, try to make them feel good. Brendon does the exact opposite. 

As the rehearsal draws to a close, you plan to sneak out of there without having to exchange another word with him. With a brisk pace and quick feet, you manage to pack up your stuff and you are almost out the door when he is back at it again. 

“Wait!”he chases after you. “You don’t just get to walk out on me!” 

“Really? Because after the hell you have put me through I am pretty sure I do!” 

“That is so not fair! I barely got two words in!” he whines like a little child. 

“Life isn’t fair Urie!” 

“Just. Wait.” his hand clasps around your wrist so that you can’t escape. You would be lying if you said the physical contact didn’t turn your stomach in knots. “I’ll be in the band room second period. If you want to give me a second chance, I’ll be there.” 

You tug your arm away and walk in the opposite direction. You can feel his gaze burning into your back as you walk away, and you dare not look back. What kind of drugs was this boy on? The entire walk home you try to think about something else, but all that comes to mind is Brendon’s preposition. Does he deserve a second chance? Definitely not! But something deep inside you wants to give him one, or at least another opportunity to explain himself better. Why are you even considering this?


It’s now the morning and you wake up refreshed and ready to go back to school. Looking through your closet, you sift through and try to find your best outfit. Why, you don’t even know, because you weren’t going to meet with him. But there was still a chance of bumping into him, and you wanted to show him everything that he wants and can’t have. 

All through first period, you keep looking at the clock. Your knees bounce and you can’t seem to find the ability to concentrate. Are you really even contemplating giving him the time of day? It would mean skipping class! How would you explain that one to your parents? Yet when the bell rings, you find your feet carrying you to the band room instead of the math room where you are supposed to be. As you near the room, you can hear the familiar interlude that was played over a recording yesterday at the band’s rehearsal. This time, it’s being played on a piano. It sounds beautiful and flawlessly played, making you wonder if Brendon is alone?

“What am I getting myself into?” you mumble before walking into the band room. 

He is sitting with his back toward the door, at the grand piano. His hands are wandering around the keys as he sways back and forth gently. You almost can’t believe that he is the same person. He’s wearing that maroon shirt that looks so good on him and that same pair or skinny jeans that… wait. 

No. No. No. What are you thinking!? 

“Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?” he chuckles, not even turning from the piano. Does he have eyes in the back of his head or something?

“No. I just.. was.. listening to you play.” you recover from being caught off guard. 

“Like what you hear?” he peers over his shoulder. 

“I just didn’t know you could play like that?” 

“Except I wouldn’t know if real music hit me in the face.” he smirks. 

Those lips pull and you feel those butterflies in your stomach start to fly around. Cut it out. You take a few steps closer to the piano and he has a full blown smile, and he looks happy. 

“Don’t get too excited.” He pats the piano bench next to him. You cautiously take a seat and try to avoid any contact again. It would be too hard to pull away. 

For the next half hour, he becomes like an open book. He talks about his friends, his family, and his music. You didn’t plan on staying that long, but something about those kind words and that toothy grin keeps you drawn into the conversation. 

“It isn’t easy you know. Being like me?” you say just above a whisper. “Being the perfect studious person isn’t all that it seems like it is.” 

He smiles at you, starting to see that unexpected hidden side of you that secretly hates being the perfect little girl. There go the butterflies again. Just as you start to relax, his knee brushes against yours and you tense up again. This brings his smile back, he stills knows how to control you. 

He can tell you are starting to build up your wall again that he had just started to break down. So the conversation changes to music again. He talks about his favorite band and you talk about yours and surprisingly your tastes in music are very similar. Could he possibly be not that bad of a person? 

“How did you get into the cello?” he asks. 

“I don’t know. My mother thought I needed something to do as a kid, so she put me in cello lessons.” you shrug, trying to be as vague as possible. 

“But why not piano?” 

“I really don’t know. Too mainstream I guess.” you let out a sincere laugh. 

The bells rings and you know you have to leave. Part of you didn’t want to though, which is extremely alarming. But you couldn’t justify missing two periods. 

“I guess that is my cue to go.” you sigh. 

“Can I walk you to your next class?” 

You contemplate the pros and cons of this situation. Sure he’s been a really class A jerk to you for the past three years and everyone would look at your weird. But it sure is nice to not walk through the halls alone. He’s looking at you waiting for a response and is quite frankly worried about how much time you spend zoning out. 

“I guess that would…be alright. But no funny stunts Urie!” you wave a finger at him. 

“Me? Stunts! Why I never!” he places his hand over his heart. 

That mischievously crooked smile of his returns and you immediately regret your decision, but there was no going back now. He gestures out for you to walk out first, being the gentleman he has never been. You duck into the hallway and he follows. It feels weird to have someone walk next to you. People would clap him on the shoulder or give him a nod as we passed. Is this what it is like to not be invisible? 

“Do you know everyone in this school?” you ask.

“No.” his hand brushes against your thigh and you just bout double over. He notices the redness taking over your cheeks and he chuckles. “But being in a band does help.” 

You reach your classroom and awkwardly shift your weight waiting for what comes next. You weren’t sure if you just leave or were you supposed to hug him? If so that wasn’t going to happen. 

“I’ll see you seventh period.” he smiles, dropping a piece of paper into your notes. When you get to your seat, you find scribbled lyrics. Something about a girl.

Let’s just say you couldn’t believe that just happened.


Seventh hour rolls around and Brendon is nowhere to be found. Honestly you are a bit relieved because you have conflicting feelings. Ones that you don’t want to address. So as usual, you shut yourself in the small room and zone out. As you write a small note in your sheet music, a voice startles you causing you to drop your pencil. 

“Geeze. Someone’s on the edge?” he teases. This time it doesn’t irritate you as much, which doesn’t make you feel any better. 

“No. You came in here and screamed my name.” 

“Valid.” 

He sits down next to you and places his fingers on the ivory keys of the stand up piano. You glance over at him with a perplexed expression and wait for a response. 

“What do you think you are doing?”

“I have something to show you.” 

He starts to play a song, a soft melody. He begins to hum along but you can’t make out quite what he is saying. So you just listen. 

“What do you think?” 

“It’s cool. Did you write that?” 

He just shrugs, turning to look at you. The space between the two of you is very limited, and you feel like this isn’t going to end well. You stare up at him with beady eyes, and his hand abruptly falls against your thigh. You aren’t sure how to react, if you should be scared or pleased, annoyed, or all of the above. He leans in closely, his lips just ghosting over yours. It’s so close, so hot, everything that you could have imagined it being. In all honesty it scares you that it got to this point so fast, but you weren’t about to object either. What you don’t expect is him pulling back with that same mischievous smile, leaving you conflicted and turned on. 

“What?” you say just barely above a whisper. 

“I should get to class.” he gets up, allowing a sudden rush of cool air to hit you. 

“What.” is all you can manage. 

With that he gets up and shuts the door. You gape at him through the window and flip him off. This causes him to chuckle and shake his head at you. Curse that boy and his stupid charm. Now that you are a puddle of feelings, there isn’t any use in trying to get anything productive done. 


The next time you see him is at another rehearsal two days later. Its a monday now, a pitiful start to a stressful week. Ryan had asked you if you wanted to play again to see how things are working out, and you used this as a sad excused to see Brendon. You are still mad at him for the band room incident, but you can’t help yourself. 

“Ryan?” you call out to the empty bar. 

Peering around the corner you hope to find them in one of the back rooms. Your heart jumps a little and you have to tell yourself to calm down when you find Brendon in the back, alone. 

“Oh, hey.” he smiles at you. 

Deciding to be sly and make him repay for his actions the other day, you give him the slightest bit of attention. Let the flirty attitude commence.

“Hello.” You say bending over to pick up your cello. He can’t help but look. 

“Can’t get enough can you?” he smirks. 

Two can play at this game Urie. 

You sit down, flipping your hair out of the way with a perky smile. You can’t help but noticed he bites down on his lip as you sit there plucking at the strings of your instrument. 

“Can I help you?” you pout at him a little. 

“I don’t know. Can you?” he sends a wink and your stomach is in knots. Hold it together. He isn’t going to win this one. 

“Depends.” 

“You look cute today. Thought I should let you know.” 

“Flattery corrupts both the receiver and the giver, Brendon. You of all people should know.” 

“Your cheeks would say otherwise.” You look up at him, realizing he is right. 

You try to will yourself down but that only flusters you even more. God, why does he have this affect on you? You adjust your sweater in a desperate attempt to cover up the evidence. 

“Buzz off.” you return back to your instrument. 

“What? Can handle a little banter? Heart beating a little faster isn’t it?” He walks up behind you, placing his hand right over your heart. A grin pulls as he realizes your heart is going faster than a bullet. 

Your hand slips from the bow causing this deep, awkward note to sound through the room. Your eyes grow wide and this fuels your anger. Standing up you face him, trying to square up and be somewhat intimidating. 

“Listen here. I didn’t come here to play games.” 

“Neither did I.” he takes a step closer. A wave of vulnerability and desire fight within you and you aren’t sure what comes next. 

His hand lands on the smallest portion of your back. You stiffen at the abrupt gesture, and raise your eyebrows as his fingers fumble with the waist of your pants. He stares at you with that all too familiar twinkle of joyful energy in his eyes. 

“I could get used to this you know.” He leans in close, whispering into your ear. 

“To what?” 

“This. Us.” His lip grazes your ear and for a moment you weren’t sure if you could remember how to speak. 

“There isn’t any us.” you breathe.

“Really, because your voice says otherwise.” You can hear the smirk in his words alone, you didn’t have to see to know. “You want me.” 

“Do not.” you stutter. 

“So if I did this, it wouldn’t mean anything?” He places his lips on the tender skin on the corner of your jaw. They are even softer than you had expected. 

Your hand falls against his chest to steady yourself. His lips work their way up to your lips, gently teasing the delicate skin. You would be lying if you said you didn’t want more, and your hand possessively taking a fist full of his shirt gives it all away. As if your breathing growing infinitely heavier wasn’t enough. 

It takes everything in you not to let a soft moan or hum pass your lips, but now was not the time or place for such a thing, you wanted to prove a point. But as his lips brush against your for the second time, you can’t quite stifle it fast enough.  He pauses for a moment, and thank god he does because Ryan walks in with Spencer. You turn away from Brendon sharply and pick up your cello. 

“Everything good in here?” Ryan chuckles almost surprised.

“Yeah.” you say shortly. 

Taking the quickest way out, you grab your cello and dash out of the room as fast as you can. Brendon never lets his gaze leave you. Making your way over to the chair that you sat in a few days ago, you sit and start to play to take your mind away. Just out of habit you start to play a Bach suite. It comes so naturally to you that you don’t even have to think about it. For a moment you can completely zone out and forget why you are even here in the first place. 

Unknown to you, Brendon stands in the doorframe completely enthralled with watching you play. It amazes him how dynamic your playing is, and you make it look so effortless.  

“Did you know she could play like this?” he says wide eyed to Ryan.

“Yeah, and if you didn’t spend every moment tormenting her at school you would too.” 

“You can practically hear her music pouring through the hallways during seventh and fourth period.” Spencer adds. 

Brendon marches on stage, startling you out of your daydream. 

“Oh sorry.” you mumble. 

“Don’t be.” 

You stay quiet, unable to look at Brendon. The feeling of his lips still burns on your neck. You long for them to be there again, but that isn’t the answer. His voice fills the empty room. It sounds so powerful and strong and it makes you go weak in the knees. 

“I’m a diva! Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin. I’m the new cancer, never looked better, and you can’t stand it!” you scoff at his cocky lyrics. 

Then it sets in. He is the new cancer. Your new cancer. And you can’t stand it. You didn’t want him to be, but it just sorta happened. 

“Let’s run Build God.” He says and that is your cue. 

You manage to look at him from behind loose strands of fallen hair as you hunch over your cello. He looks so comfortable and confident. The microphone it definitely his place. You secretly hate him for being so confident, wishing you could be too. 


That night you exchange numbers with him after rehearsal. 


Three days later as you are sitting on your couch, surrounded by a massive pile of notes, you get a text. You almost didn’t answer it because of all the studying you have to do, but something beyond your senses decided it was best to look. He texted you. 

meet me at the bar in 20

You blink at your phone almost in shock at the text. He blatantly asked you to meet him somewhere, in public. Your hands tremble a little as you debate as to what you should do. On one hand, you know that you have way too much homework to do and you should stay here and do it. But you really wanted to see him. You go with your heart. 

see you then.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you can’t believe you looked like this all day at school. In a sad attempt to look better, you let your hair down from a messy bun. A little better. You throw on a pair of jeans and a sweater, and a coat of lip gloss for good measure. Out the door you go. 

With your cello strapped to your shoulders, you walk down the leaf covered sidewalks. You try to stay conscious of your pace but your feet have a mind of their own. When you get to the bar, you realize you are five minutes early. But it’s okay because he is too. 

“Where is everyone else?” you ask, stepping into the dimly lit room. 

“Just me and you tonight.” he smiles, making you shake in your boots. 

“Oh.” 

“Don’t look so scared (y/n).” he says patting the stool next to him. 

Like a timid little child, you sit down next to him. He looks at you with a flight frown trying to decide what to do. 

“I know what you need.” he gets up and rummages around  behind the counter. When he pulls out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses you immediately interject. 

“Ah. Shh. He won’t mind.” he says pouring two glasses. 

You take the liquid gold in your hands and swirl it around. You aren’t much of a drinker, but the idea of it taking the edge off really sounds like just what you need. You are never going to be able to explain this one to your parents. 

“It isn’t going to kill you.” he sits back down next to you. 

His knee bumps into yours again and you muster up enough bravery to take a swig from the glass. You cringe a little as it burns, but then you realize it did just the trick. He looks down at the traces of lip gloss left on the rim of your cup, and then back up at you. A look that makes your stomach flip. 

“I know it’s not.” you say looking at your glass. 

“Not much of a drinker I take it?” 

“I can handle myself. I just never saw the point.” 

“But it makes you feel good.” 

He’s right. Your jitters for the most part are gone. You take another swig of your drink and turn to pick up your cello. 

“I wasn’t planning on pract…” you cut him off. 

“I know. I’ve just been working on something that I wanted to show you.” 

Now it’s your turn to put everything out there. Music has and always will be your way of expressing yourself, and this was a grand gesture. You have been working day in and day out to compose a full score for Build god, and truly it is a work of art. The notes are stealthy and low, much like your relationship with Brendon. He watches as you pluck at the strings, admires your form as you glide your bow so precisely. 

“It’s beautiful.” he says, his words tickling the back of your neck. “Show me how you play those soft notes again.” 

You bend over your instrument and take your fingers delicately to the strings. He carefully watches your fingers as they dance around joyfully. 

“You just have to be careful.” you smile at him. 

As you turn your head toward him, you feel his lips push into yours unexpectedly. There go those damn butterflies again. Why is it that every time he touches you, you feel like you are moving at the speed of light. He stinkin’ knows it too. 

“Bren..” you mumble against his lips. 

It isn’t very long before his arms are around you, pressing you against his chest. His hands roam around your body delicately, like he’s handling you like a cello. Finally his hands settle on the curve of your waist and it makes you feel weightless. This is the kind of kiss that makes heat radiate to your core, and your chest to fill with a certain desire that you have never experienced before. 

His hand swiftly glides down to your thigh, where he helps aid your leg around his hips. Gladly, you help as he supports your weight and carries you over to a barstool. It both surprises you and turns you on at how adept he is at this. Truth be told it’s intimidating. 

“Say it.” he pants. 

“Say what?” 

“That I was right.” he flashes that cheeky smirk that makes you forget everything else. 

“Fine. I’m into you. Okay?” you sigh. 

He moves over to your collar bones, planting soft, wet kisses along the outline. Your head dips back and your eyes flutter a little and he knows he has you right where he wants you. Praying for love. Your fingers shake with energy and nervousness as they land on his chest. The constant contact is almost too much to handle, but you don’t want it to stop. Unfortunately for you, he has other plans in mind. He fumbles with the hem of your shirt, creeping a fingertip up against the skin of your stomach. His hand slides farther up your shirt and you pray to god that you don’t mess this up.

Of course you freeze when this happens. You have a big secret that he isn’t aware of, and you weren’t quite sure how he would react. You swallow hard, dreading having to tell him that you haven’t ever gone farther than a kiss with anyone. Ever. Of course he retracts his hand when you tense up, and it almost makes you feel worse. With a ‘baby deer in the headlights’ look, you glance up at him. 

“What’s wrong?” he says soberly. 

“I’m sorry.” you whimper, trying to slide off of the barstool to retrieve your items. Fortunately for you his reaction time is faster than you are. 

His hand clasps around your waist and holds you from escaping, the other is holding your wrist. You want nothing more than to retract into yourself and become invisible, but you well know that you need to face your fears. 

“I…um… god.” you sigh. “I haven’t ever…been… with anyone. If you know what I mean.. and..” you trail off. 

He looks at you with a whole new expression, one that you can’t quite decipher. His eyes look softer, and his smile has faded. Perhaps its the innocence of it all, or maybe just the terrified expression that lurks on your face, but the next thing his does is completely unexpected. His arms wrap tightly around your frame, pressing you as close as possible. Is he really hugging you? After you told him you are indeed a virgin? 

“I don’t understand?” you mumble. 

“Do you trust me?” he looks at you. 

Do you trust him? You just met him. You have no reason to trust him. But something deep in your core really did trust him. Maybe that was the alcohol talking, but you nod a faint yes, unable to form the words you so wanted to say. 

His steady hands peel off your cardigan from your arms, revealing your lightly freckled shoulders. He spins you around and presses his lips to the top of your shoulder. It’s soft and breathy, everything you hoped for and more. One hand slides under your shirt again, firmly pressing against your stomach. The funny thing is, he doesn’t try anything. No slipping hands, no awkward grabs, just warm contact. It’s an odd sensation to have someone so close, especially when you are at your most vulnerable point. 

Its all very overwhelming and you feel yourself starting to distance from the situation. Pulling away again, you feel so bad for putting him through this. You take a few steps toward your cello, running your hands roughly through your hair, and blowing out an exasperated huff more irritated with yourself than anything. 

“Wow.” he smiles brightly looking at you in the dim yellow light. “You are so beautiful.” 

“Bullshit.” you throw your hands to your sides. You didn’t mean to say that out loud but now that it’s out in the open you can’t really take it back. Curse you and your word vomit.

“It’s not bullshit.” he takes a few closer to you cautiously. “I get that you have boundaries, and I am willing to respect every one of them. But standing here, right now, you are beautiful. And I don’t really want to stop kissing you.” 

You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth. Ten days ago you would never have imagined him being this caring human that actually has a heart. Yet here you stand, faced with a big decision. 

“Then kiss me.” you say shaking a bit.

In two long strides he is there, taking you in again. His hands are wound up in your hair and his lips are tangled with yours. You didn’t realize that bitter taste of alcohol on his breath until now, and oddly enough it re-energizes you. It’s amazing how he can make you feel so many things all at the same time. How he does it is a mystery, and you didn’t want to solve it. 

Taking you by the hand, he leads you over to the stand up piano that sits on the raised stage. He lifts you up and climbs up, taking a seat on the rickety piano bench. 

“You showed me something. Now it’s my turn to show you something.” 

His hands dance around the keys again, this time to a tune that you don’t recognize. His focus is razor sharp as he plays. When he starts to sing, you think back to that piece of paper he handed you a few days ago, with the lyrics about a boy and a girl scribbled on it. That’s the song. This time it’s you who watches in adoration as he spills out his feelings through his music. Holy crap. You are completely and utterly in love with Brendon Urie. 

“Did you write that for me?” you ask, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I did indeed.” he smiles softly. “Hey.” 

“Crap I’m sorry. I swear I’m not usually emotional.” you laugh away the tear that is rolling down your cheek. He swipes it away with the pad of his thumb. 

“It’s kinda cute, actually.” he admits. 

“So where does this leave us?” you ask avoiding his eyes. 

“Well… I was thinking.. maybe we could start a relationship. With real dates, kisses, hand holding, all that shit.” he asks reaching for your hand. 

“I think I would really like that.” 

Music Series: The Way I Are by Bebe Rexha ft. Lil’ Wayne

Thank you for the request, B!

Oh my goodness, this was a tough one!

Although a good song, good artists, and good sound (although taking a bit from Whitney and Timbaland)…the lyrics are not ideal to write a Harry imagine. I have tried to look at these words in different ways, and although Whitney had the right idea, I don’t want this song to be a cheesy, feel-good story. Don’t get me wrong, I love cheesy, feel-good’s. It’s what we hopeless romantic’s and rom-com bingers thrive on. But for me, the thought behind the writing of this song is so much more important to me than what the lyrics seem to exude.

Bebe has said in interviews, this song is a ‘fuck you’ song to her record label, them wanting her to look or sound a certain way to sell more, instead of just being herself, being true to who she is, and I love that! So that is what I wanted this story to be about…not selling out…which makes the lyrics hard to pair up. I’ll do my best, but if nothing more, I hope you like my story, regardless.

This is written to Bebe Rexha’s new song with Lil’ Wayne, called The Way I Are (Dance With Somebody). Love me some Lil’ Wayne, btw…

You can find this song on Spotify, HERE

xo

Shelli

***************

I’m sorry, I’m not the most pretty

I’ll never ever sing like Whitney

Ooh, but I still wanna dance with somebody

So lets let our hearts bleed, ‘til they turn to rust

Gonna live it up, 'cause it’s dangerous

No, I don’t wanna play the part

I just wanna dance with somebody

You were nervous about your presentation today at work. Your stomach was in knots and you felt sick. Whoever had the accepted presentation would receive a huge promotion, and you had been working hard for weeks. You sat in the chair in the corner of the bedroom as the alarm on Harry’s phone sounded and he woke, looking at you.

“You alright?” he asked, before seeing you run into the bathroom and retching into the toilet. As you spit the end of the bile from your mouth and flushed, you stood upright and saw him behind you with a horrified look on his face. “Are you ill? Maybe you should lie down…”

“Just nerves,” you said with raspy voice, as you brushed your teeth again and rinsed with mouthwash. You turned and welcomed his arms around you, laying your head against his bare chest as he kissed your head.

“Big presentation today, yeah?” he asked as you nodded. “Sweetheart, you’re going to do just fine. You’ve worked so hard on this. And you’ve presented it to me a dozen times. You have it down perfect!”

“I know,” you said. “I know it’s good. But you know how they are. The women in the office never get any kind of recognition or rewards. I was lucky to even be allowed to present.”

“You need to quit that place, they’re horrible,” Harry reminded you. “You know what I want.” Harry squeezed you tightly as you smiled.

You leaned up and kissed him sweetly.

“I’ve been off the pill for almost four months now,” you said. “Nothing’s happened. Maybe too much stress, I don’t know.”

“If I had my way,” he said, “you would quit that job and travel with me, and start popping out babies.” Harry laughed and you giggled. “Don’t forget the promise you made me.”

“I won’t,” you remembered. “When I find out I’m pregnant, I’ll quit my job so we can be together during the pregnancy and baby popping.”

Harry laughed out loud, kissing you, then the two of you began your day.

I just wanna dance with somebody

It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?

Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are

As you arrived at work, you walked into your office and sat your briefcase on your desk. You nervously made sure that everything was ready, then as the time of the meeting approached, you walked in and made a beautiful presentation. As it finished, you were told yours will be presented the next day to corporate and you were ecstatic. You were so excited, you called Harry.

“How’d it go, love?” Harry asked.

“They loved it! I’m presenting to corporate tomorrow morning!” you nearly screamed, closing your office door.

“Oh, I’m so proud of you, sweetheart!” Harry exclaimed into the phone. “Tonight we’ll celebrate!”

I just wanna dance with somebody, but I could never ever dance like Bobby

You can dance, I'ma watch your body. I just wanna stand right behind it

I just want a chance with somebody. Pop a couple xans with somebody

Every time she dance it’s exciting. Throw a bunch of bands on once I get tired

When you arrived at home, you saw Harry’s car was already parked, as you pulled yours into the garage space next to it. Stepping out you grabbed your things, walked away from the car, seeing Harry walk toward you with the largest, most beautiful bouquet of flowers you had ever seen. Your eyes were like china saucers as you smiled and accepted his kiss.

“Harry!” you nearly shouted. “They’re beautiful!”

“I looked for something as beautiful as you,” Harry said, “But that was impossible so I settled on these.”

You nearly cried at how sweet he was, kissing him tenderly on his lips, lingering in his returned kiss.

“Come on,” he said. “Evening full of surprises.”

You walked into the house, finding a vase large enough for the flowers and arranging them, then breathing in deeply as Harry opened the oven door.

“You’ve been cooking?” you asked surprised.

“I have,” he said, proudly. “And it’s nearly ready if you want to change your clothes first.”

The two of you enjoyed a beautiful evening and you wished it would never end…until your phone rang, seeing it was your boss, answering with surprise.

“Hello?”

You listened to everything he had to say, arguing off and on, or at least trying to, with Harry sitting next to you, concerned, trying to support and comfort you.

“Goodbye,” you said to your boss before disconnecting the call. You looked at the phone, devastated, feeling the dam of tears about to burst.

“What is it?” Harry asked, his hand holding yours in your lap. “What’s happened? Did they change their minds?”

You looked at him and shook your head, eyes brimming with tears.

“No,” you said, calmly but with a tight throat. You swallowed more noisily than you thought you would. “No, the presentation is still being presented in the morning.”

“Then…what is it? Why are you so upset, love?” he asked, rubbing your back as a tear dropped from your eye.

“They gave my presentation to their top…male…pitch man,” you spit with a wavering voice. “I’ve been asked…told…I will not be making the presentation. They prefer a man do it.”

“They can’t do that!” Harry yelled. “That’s your presentation! You put weeks into that!”

“They can. They shouldn’t, but they can, and they are,” you replied. Your tears finally burst and Harry pulled you against him, letting you cry as much as you needed.

I’m the God I just want a goddess

Gotta use a bedroom for a closet

Got a whole bedroom, on the private

I know her body inside, out science

Kiss both boobs right before I sign 'em

Can’t dance but kinda grind 'em

Yeah, I be right behind her, spyin’ on

We can turn this dance floor to a island

Harry woke the next morning, knowing you didn’t sleep much at all, and saw you smoothing your dress suit in the mirror. Your hair and makeup were on-point and you looked ready for anything.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” Harry asked. “I thought last night we agreed that you were going to resign from your job today.”

“I am,” you said, still primping.

“But why dress up for that?” he asked, sitting up in bed. “And let me take you. We’ll go have breakfast after.”

“That’s fine,” you answered. “But I may be there a bit. I hope you don’t mind waiting.”

Harry looked at you, confused. “I don’t understand. Only takes a minute to say, ‘I quit’. You owe them nothing.”

You looked at him and walked toward the bed, the look of determination on your face, piercing.

“I’m going to go give my presentation,” you said, your expression unchanging.

Harry grinned slightly. “Did he call again and give you the presentation back?”

“No,” you said, determined. “But I’m going to give it. So stay close by in case I’m escorted out by security, will you?”

Harry was instantly flooded with pride, worry, and lust, as he jumped out of bed and hugged you.

“Give me time for a quick shower,” he smiled.

Bloody noses, speeding cars

Lethal doses, desperate hearts

Roll it up 'cause we so ill

Heaven knows we love the thrill

No, I don’t wanna play the part

You stared at the inside of the elevator doors, your heart jumping with each ding of the floor changes. You felt Harry rub your back gently then take your hand in his.

“I’m so proud of you, love,” he said, kissing your cheek. You nodded nervously as the doors opened with Harry following you to the board room. You stopped and listened until you heard the CEO of the company informing the pitch man that he may begin. Harry squeezed your hand as you opened the door and everyone turned and looked at you.

“What is this?” your boss demanded. You closed the door behind you as Harry stood outside the door nervously, trying to listen the best he could.

“May we help you, young lady?” the CEO asked nicely but slightly irritated at the interruption.  “I’ve met you before, haven’t I?”

“Yes, sir, we’ve met,” you said boldly. You re-introduced yourself, walking toward him and shaking his hand.

“Yes, of course!” he said loudly. “You had a brilliant campaign at the beginning of the year. What can we do for you? We’re just starting a presentation.”

“Yes, sir, I know,” you said, confidently. “I’m sorry to interrupt.”

“Then maybe you should leave,” your boss said, as he walked toward you and grabbed your arm. He spoke closely to your ear. “You…are fired.”

“I’m fired?” you said out loud as your boss looked around nervously. You nodded your head. “Okay, that’s fine…but I’ll be damned if someone other than myself is going to make the presentation that I spent weeks on.”

“This is your presentation?” the CEO asked, curiously.

“Yes, sir, it is,” you informed everyone. “Yesterday morning I was told mine was chosen, and by evening I was told someone else would be presenting it today.”

“I can only imagine why…” the CEO looked at your boss with disgust, knowing how he was. “Miss, I would like for you to do the presentation, please.”

You smiled as Harry jumped up in the spot he was standing, outside the door, fists clenched, spouting a silent, “Yes!”

“Thank you, sir,” you said, looking at your boss with gratification. Whether you wowed them or not, you were satisfied with the fact that it was yours to make.

As you finished, the board announced that they loved the idea and you were offered the promotion. You smiled and closed your eyes, happy to know you did it, then respectfully declined it.

“Thank you, sir,” you said. “I appreciate your offer. But I’ll have to decline.” You handed him a piece of paper. “This is my letter of resignation, effective immediately.”

He looked at you puzzled and questioned you.

“You don’t want the position?” he asked. “Then…what was all of this about?”

“I guess I couldn’t let someone else take credit for my work, whether you liked it or not,” you admitted. “I busted my ass…oh, pardon me…” The CEO chuckled. “I worked…incredibly hard, for weeks, to make the best presentation to represent this company, and I wanted to be recognized for it, I guess. I appreciate your confidence in me and my work, offering me the position, but I’ve decided to take a different path in my life now, so I will not be accepting your offer today. Thank you for the opportunity to work for your company.”

You walked to him, smiled, and shook his hand.

“If you ever need a job again in the future, you give me a call,” he said proudly. “Would be proud to have you back.”

“Thank you, sir!”

You walked to the door, smiling proudly at your ex-boss, then opening the door, closing it behind you, as Harry lifted you off the ground in the most perfect hug ever. He kissed you and smiled at you.

“I’m so proud of you, love!” he said, bubbling. “I can’t believe you turned that job down, but I’m happy you did!”

“Me, too!” you smiled. “Now, let’s go get this baby popping thing going!”

I just wanna dance with somebody

It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?

Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are