oh because no one wants to go party

ofekma  asked:

"we can still make it work. I mean, if you want to..."

“We can still make it work,” Adrien offered. “I mean, if you want to…”

Marinette frowned. “I thought your father didn’t want you going to the DeVille party because of the whole conflict of interests since Gabriel may buy them out.”

“Well, sure, that’s true, but I was thinking maybe I could still go with you…um, in disguise?”

She smiled. “Disguise?”

“It’s a fashion masquerade party. Everyone is going to look ridiculous anyway. I bet no one would even recognize me.”

“I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Oh, come on, Marinette, let’s live a little! Besides, I’d really like the chance to dance with you.”

Marinette’s cheeks tinged pink. “If you’re sure…”

“I can’t wait,” he assured her. “I’ll meet you there, okay?”

Marinette took a sip of champagne and nervously smoothed out the material of her red skirt. She was beginning to lose hope that Adrien was going to make it after all.

“Looking for someone, Princess?”

She startled, turning around. “Chat? What are you…”

Chat Noir stood in front of her in a fitted black tuxedo with a silver vest and bright green tie. His normally wild hair was smooth back and his black cat ears didn’t sit quite the same as they usually did. Marinette’s breath caught when she found herself looking into two green human eyes shining out from the black mask.

“This is the part where you say something,” Adrien chuckled nervously, shifting his weight. “Cat got your tongue?” He tried for a lopsided smile that fell into a grimace the longer Marinette stared at him. “It…uh, it’s just a joke, Mari. Chat Noir seemed like a good inspiration for a costume. Really cool, right?”

“I can’t believe it,” she whispered, finally looking away to search the crowd. She returned her attention to him. “All this flipping time.”

Adrien swallowed. “W-what?”

“Adrien Agreste, this was too dangerous to come here like this and you know it.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the exit.

“Marinette, wait.”

“Don’t you ‘Marinette, wait’ me, kitty. We’re about to have words.”


She pulled them into an alcove outside the main ballroom and pushed her black mask up on the top of her head. “What if someone recognizes you?” 

“It’s not going to be that big a deal if Adrien Agreste is at a DeVille party. My father was overreacting.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” she glared.

Adrien shrank back. 

“You’re Chat Noir.”


“You’re Chat Noir and you’re Adrien Agreste and I can’t decide if I want to hit you or kiss you,” she huffed.

“Um, do I get a choice?”

“This isn’t funny. You know how I feel about our identities.”

Adrien furrowed his brow. “Our…identities…” He looked up at her. “My Lady?”

Marinette pulled his face towards hers. “You’re in big trouble, chaton,” she whispered as she pressed her lips against his.

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Buy Me a Coffee? <3

You all know that everyone left around the same time after Oliver’s party last night, but that Oliver was the last one to go, and that Felicity walked him to the door and they lingered, both of them wanting to say something but knowing that they didn’t have to, because they’re finally, finally finding the same page again, and it’s so, so significant and amazing. They stood at the door for a long moment, neither speaking, until Felicity reached for his hand. Oliver saw her moving, his hand already coming up to meet hers, like they’re goddamn magnets or something, and their fingers touched, oh so softly, gently… and then more, slowly, their fingers sliding against each other’s, against their palms, against the insides of their wrists. You know that they both watched their hands, amazed how such an innocent touch could mean so much more. You know their fingers tangled together, that they simply enjoyed each other’s touch, finally able to enjoy such a simple, tiny thing that they had denied themselves for so, so long. And then Oliver laced their fingers together, squeezing her hand before bringing their interlaced fingers up to his lips as he looked at her again. Her eyes were glued to their hands but she felt his gaze and she met his eyes right when he kissed the back of her hand. He whispered, “Thank you,” and they both knew it wasn’t just for the party, just as much as they both knew that if he kissed her right now, she wouldn’t stop him. But he didn’t, because while that would be so amazing, realizing everything that’s always existed between them, there’s an even stronger urge to do this the Right Way, starting with another first date.

(they’re gonna have another first date and i’m emotional as hell about it)

misunderstandings // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles completely misjudges a situation while trying to impress the girl that he likes

Requested: no

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: no


Sliding into her seat only seconds before the bell rang she let out a sigh of relief. He had left yet another lengthy note in her locker expressing the long list of things he liked about her. According to him, her beauty could “stop time” and her smile could “cure the world from all things evil.”

Normal people would have found it creepy. Y/N on the other hand knew what it was like to be completely in love with someone who didn’t even know it and sympathized for the poor boy. 

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 5/?)

Okay, I’m not proud of this part, but I need some time-filler before cool things start happening.

I asked you for any recommendations and adivces, you wrote me about dinners, hickeys, jealousy, it’s all coming soon, I promise!

I already almost finished part 6, but I think I will postpone it and make it part 7 and write new part 6 if that makes sense lol

PART 1     PART 2      PART 3     PART 4

Bryce and Zach were literally sitting on the grass in front on Bryce’s house and waiting for us to come.

“Finally! What took you so long?!”, Bryce asked when we got out of the car.

“She drives like shit”, Monty said.

“Excuse me?!”, I knew we had to make up an explanation on why we were gone for so long, but boy, no one will talk shit about my driving. “I had to refuel”, I lied.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t drive like shit”, he looked at me with cocky grin.

“Guys, still, it’s like five minutes road”, Zach said. “Ten in both ways. Fifteen with refueling. And you were gone for like fourty-five. So…”, he crossed his arms on his chest. “What were you doing for missing thirty minutes?”, he squizzed his eyes at looked at me, then at Monty, again at me and again at Monty. 

“Okay, fine”, I rolled my eyes. “His parents aren’t home for a weekend and his mum left him lasagne or something like that and because he’s drunk so after he found shisha, he felt a little hungry and well, he ate the whole damn thing”, I shrugged. It was probably the most stupid lie ever, but at least snouded like something that would last around 30 minutes.

“What?”, he mouthed and glared at me.

“Have fun, boys”, I smiled at them and went back to the party.

I spent rest of the night on drinking coca-cola, watching boys playing berr pong, talking to peple and spotting Montgomery being very touchy with his new friend. I wasn’t obviously jealous of her, I was actually feeling sorry for her, because she probably thought he would call her in day or two, but well, surprise, it’s Monty, girls don’t get a call from him after he gets what he wants.


First thing I saw on Monday morning in school was Montgomery harassing some freshman.

“Monty”, I stood next to them. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”, I asked calmly.

“He started it”.

“Blah, blah, blah”, I rolled my eyes. “Right now I see you, holding him by his shirt”, I looked at his clenched fists. “Hands to yourself, Montgomery”, I said through my clenched teeth.

Finally he released the other guy.

“Go to the class, kid”, I said and gave him a little smile. I looked at Monty with serious look on my face. “It’s slowly getting boring”


“I’ve been putting you in your place since like seventh grade.”

“You chose it for yourself, nobody never asked you to stand up for people”, he snorted.

“Pull yourself together, Cruz”, I walked past him and went to the class.


“Guess, who got laid last Friday”, as usual I was sitting in cafeteria with Jess and Sheri when boys came after their PE.

“Why should we care?”, I asked

“Montgomery”, Justin said excited.

“Wow, that’s exciting”, I said and went back to my Spanish homework I’ve forgotten to do during weekend.

“It’s probably that girl who was all over him for the whole party”, Jessica snorted.

“And seriously Monty, even you can do better than walking around and bragging about having sex”, Sheri gave him a pity look.

“I wasn’t bragging!“, he defended himself, as he sat next to me.

“He didn’t have too. We just had PE, he’s scratched as fuck”, Zach said.

“Oh my God, what are you, fourteen?”, I asked. “Everyone of you get laid sometimes, stop making big deal out of nothing”, I rolled my eyes. “Besides, it was probably the girl that literally flipped her hair at him after the game, wasn’t it Monty?”, I looked at him trying not to laugh. It’s not like he would say it was me.

“Fuck you, Y/N”, he smiled at me sarcastically.

Few minutes later Monty dropped his phone. He bent down under the table to reach it, but he wouldn’t be himself if he just took the phone and sat again. Instead his hand went from my anckle to upper thigh. I gave him the “I’ll kill you” look, he just sat like nothing happened and went back to scrolling on his phone.

Some time later we both got up to go to the chemistry.

“What was that?”, I asked as soon as we left cafeteria.

“It was probably the girl that literally flipped her hair at him after the game, wasn’t it Monty”, he mimiced me.

“Oh come on”, I rolled my eyes. “Or wait, maybe it wasn’t the girl from the game, it was actually the one that was all over you for the whole party?”

“What are you, jealous?”

“You wish”, I snorted. “I don’t care what you do and with who”.

“If just have to know, I hooked up only with you that night”, he said.

I felt a little warm feeling in my stomach after his words, but I quickly made it go away.

“I literally just said I don’t have to know, because I don’t care“, I threw my hands up. “But seriously, Monty, at school keep your hands to yourself”.

“As you wish, babe”.

“And I’m not your babe”.

“Well, you didn’t complain in my bedroom”, he snorted.

“Montgomery!”, I hissed through my teeth. “If someone overhear anything and spread some rumours, I swear I’ll kill you”.

“You seem to be very tense today. You should get some d, if you know what I mean”, he winked at me.

“Not today, Satan. Math test tomorrow, remember?”, except from Chemistry, we also had Math and Peer Comunication together. “Besides, because of that thing with freshman in the morning, you don’t deserve any of this today”, I pointed at myself.

“What? Oh come on!”.

“Sorry, Mont, I’m inflexible about that”, I shrugged.

He leaned toward me as we were walking and whispered, “We’ll see”.


I was walking to my cheer practice, I walked by sports utility closet, when door suddenly opened, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me in there.

“‘Fuck, Montgomery, what is it with you today?”, I asked while my hand was roaming on wall trying to find switch.

“How did you know it was me?”.

“Well, I was hoping it was you. Just because it would be really fucking weird if someone else pulled me in the closet, but it’s like… less weird that it was you”.

He put his hand on my waist as I gave up on finding switch.

“What do you want?”, I sighed.

Instead of answearing, Monty started kissing my jaw. It was actually quite impressive how his lips found my face in this total darkness. There was something about him and his touch, that instantly made me melt, but this time I had to stay tough.

“Monty, I have practice”, I tried to gently push him away.

“You can skip one”, he whispered.

“No, I can’t”, I groaned at his lips kissing my neck. “But…”, I stopped talking to get his attention.


“Tomorrow my parents have dinner with my dad’s business partner slash friend and his wi…”

“Tomorrow I have practice”, he didn’t even let me finish.

“Don’t interrupt me”, I punched his arm. “As I was saying, my parents have dinner tomorrow and they won’t be home till like 11 p.m., so…”

“I’ll be there at seven. Now, go practice some handsprings or whatever you do”, he smacked my ass and opened door for me.


Next day I went home straight after lessons. Surprisingly both my mum and dad were inside.

“Hey, you’re home so early?”, I sat next to them in the living room.

“We need to tell you something”, my mum looked at me with super serious face.

I froze for a moment. Fuck, I thought, my mum is pregnant. Or they’re getting divorced. they found out about this whole ‘fuck buddies’ thing. I don’t know how, but they found out. Don’t know which is worse.

“So, we’re gonna go straight to the point”, my dad said.

“Yes, please.”

“Sweetie, we know, we always goes on any holidays or trip together, the three of us… but like… this New Year’s eve… we’re going to…”

“Jesus, dad, just say it!”, I shouted.

“We’re going to Aspen with some friends, the two of us, Jeff’s parents, few other married couples. Basically, you’re not going with us”, dad finally got if off his chest.

“But if you don’t feel good about this and don’t want to stay alone, we will cancel”, mum ensured.

“And that’s it?”, I finally could breath again. “Are you kidding me? I thought something happened!”

“Well.. It’s first time you’re not going somewhere with us…”

“First, I’m seventeen, seriously, it’s gonna happen more often, you know? Second, last time I spent New Year’s Eve with you was when I was eleven”.

“But, you’ll be alone for four days”

“I’m seventeen”, I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, it’s super sweet that you’re so concerned about me and that you were ready to cancel your plans if I wasn’t okay with it, but go to Aspen and have some fun”, I patted their knees and gave both of them kiss on the cheek. “Now I’m gonna go to my room, because you gave me serious heart attack with this whole ‘we need to tell you something’ thing”, I got up from the sofa and went to the stairs. “Oh, and if you’re not gonna be here, I will throw NYE party”

“You see, I told you not to worry about”, dad said to mum.

“Come on, dad, I know you were the one who wanted to cancel”, I shouted from upstairs.

They left at six, some time later I heard a doorbell. I slowly went downstairs, checked myself in the mirror and finally opened the door.

“Welcome to mi casa”, I said as Monty walked inside. “Where’s your car?”, I spotted his jeep wasn’t on the driveway.

“I’m not stupid, Y/N, I walked here. Unless you want someone to see my car parked in front of your house”, he said while looking around the home.

“Good point”, I nodded my head and went to the kitchen. “You want something? Tea, coffee, water, sandwich my mum made me before she left?”, I asked while looking into the fridge.

“I’m good, thanks”.

I went to the living room, where Monty was looking at photos, mostly mine.

“You have been cutie since always, huh?”, he pointed at one of the pictures.

“Oh, yeah, especially on this one, I was six and didn’t have any of my front teeth, super cute”.

“Okay, but what the hell happened to you in this one?”, he was looking at photo of me with red face, swollen lips and tired look in my eyes.

“Oh that was the day my parents found out I am allergic to peanuts”, I explained. “Don’t know why my dad thought it was picture worthy”, I rolled my eyes.

“It seems like your parents really love, they’re really proud of you. I mean… looks at all those pictures…”, Monty pointed around the room.

“Yeah, they do…”, I tried not to laugh when I remembered how they wanted to cancel Aspen. “But your parents also have loads of photos of you in home…”

“Yeah, to show off”, he snorted. “They’are always firsts to brag about when I do something right, but they’re never actually there to see it happening. You know? They’ll show their guests pictures and say This was when Monty played his first game, This was when he got his first home run, and so on… But they’re never on the bleachers to watch the actual game. And when I do something not so great, they just never mention it, they don’t talk about…”, he was walking around the room, so I couldn’t see his face.

“That’s why you always do everything to get yourself suspended or in detention?”, I asked. “You want to get their attention”.

I felt like I was slowly getting into his mind, that after all those years I could finally understand why he does thing he does, but then Monty again built wall around himself.

“What? Yeah, that’s stupid”, he cleared his throat and turned around to face me. “Besides, I didn’t come here for psychotherapy.”

“Monty, it is okay to talk. It is okay to let things off your chest once in a while…”

“Right now, the only thing that is on my chest”, he walked towards me, put his hand on my waist, “is the fact that I got two home runs on Friday and only one third base with you”.

I sighed and looked at his face. Well, it looked like the talk was dome for today, so we can do things I actually invited him for.

I took his hands off my waist and still holding them I started walking backwards to the stairs.

“Come and get it”, I whispered.

“You don’t have to tell me twice”, he smirked. “How much time do we have?”

I looked at the watch. “A lot. The thing is”, I pulled him closer, “can you go for so long?”, I asked with my lips touching his ear.

“Oh, you’ll see”, he grabbed my ass and pulled me up so I could wrap my legs around his hips, where, let’s be honest, they were for the most of the time.


Monty took a minute to calm his breath, then got up and started dressing up.

Right, fuck buddies thing doesn’t include cuddling after sex, I thought to myself. It was first time when after hooking up we didn’t have to pull ourselves quickly to either leave Jessica’s bathrom or to get back to Bryce’s party, but because me and Monty weren’t even a thing it probably would be awkward to lay in bed and hug.

“I just thought”, Monty said. “You’re so concerned about your reputation and keeping this a secret, but how can you be sure I wouldn’t start bragging about it to the guys? I wouldn’t, but how do you know?”

“Oh that’s easy”, I said as I put my robe on. “You’re not that stupid, you know Jeff would fucking kill you, either for fucking me or for bragging about that”.

“What is it with you and Atkins anyway?”

“Our mums are best friends, so we basically grew up together, he’s like a brother to me, I mean I’ve seen him every single day since I can remember. So yeah, we’re like siblings”, I shrugged.

“So you two have never hooked up? You have never been jealous about him?”, he smirked.

“Ew, that’s gross”, I looked at Monty with disgust. “I mean, I’m not blind, I know he’s good looking and everything, but just… no”, I shaked my head. “But once, in kindergarten, me and Jeff was playing in sandpit and there was that girl Jenny and she literally sat between the two of us and started playing with him using my toys”, I was getting way to pissed for someone who was talking about something that had happened over ten years ago. “So I slapped that little bitch”, I said with calmer tone.

Montgomery looked at me with his eyes wide open.

“So, you’re one of those crazy bitches, huh?”, he chuckled.

I smiled at him innocently.

“I gotta go”, Monty said, so I walked with him downstairs. “See you tomorrow”, he kissed me and left the door.

“Little fucker, so he can’t lay for a minute after we’re done but he can give me goodbye kisses?”, I asked myself.

For a moment I started thinking that this whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing was mistake, but then again - if some weird, twisted part of me wanted something with Monty, that was the best type of relation that was possible with him.

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tumblr makes it look like being an introvert is just not saying much and being happily wrapped in a blanket at home watching TV but the truth is one day you´ll be sitting at home on a friday night while everyone else is out having fun and you´ll feel so lonely like you´re the only person on this planet

It´s looking through your social media and seeing pictures of your friends out partying and being happy and you realize they eventually forgot about you. And you hate yourself so much because you´d love to be like them, just being able to go out having fun and you constantly beat yourself up about it .

oh and fuck everyone romanticizing it.

Three’s a Crowd (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

Heyyyy everyone. Hope you enjoy this fic, I loved writing this it was so much fun. Shoutout to my friend @pumpernickelbae for first reading this fic for me and being so supportive of my writing, and also, shoutout to my friend @omqitsnaya because she was so engaged while reading this and telling me all these thing while she was reading them and she’s just an angel. i love them so much. 

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Summary: You try to figure out how to tell Anthony you’re pregnant. With triplets.

Word count: 2086

Warnings: Just cursing, a cute Anthony being really oblivious to everything

You were having triplets. The moment the doctor said it you could hardly believe it.

Excuse me?” You asked, your voice rising to high decibels.

The doctor turned to look at you. “You’re having triplets.” She said with a small smile.

You sat there, feeling shocked. When you were in the car, you were still shocked. When you got home, you were still in a state of complete shock. You and Anthony were going to have to take care of three babies. You didn’t think you could even handle one baby, and now you found out you have to take care of three.

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Turned on by accident

Can I request BTS getting turned on by accident for something that you’ve done? Btw, I love your blog 💕


Originally posted by ksjknj

My god, this is basically him. Trying not to seem turned on because honestly, he’s a good man who’s determined not to let anyone (especially you) know that every little thing you do turns him on, from tying your hair into a high ponytail to giggling when he’s cuddling you (in a totally non-sexual way). Sometimes is a little just like, did you really just do that? Which is why he is staring at you like that. Oh, but his dick is also poking you down there. 

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

I’m sorry it’s so long XD

Word count - 5781

A Couple Puffs Then We’re Done

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

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

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

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

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

“Skateboard Lo.” I sighed, giggling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s up?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh shut up.”

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

Brendon: Hi…

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

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

It took precisely 30 seconds for it to buzz again.

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

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

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

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

Me: Suuuuuure.

Brendon: That a no?

Me: Shut up!

Brendon: Gotta run, band practise. Talk later?

Me: I’m free all night :)

Brendon: OK… text you later :*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: Might not even be the same one…

Brendon: I hope it is ;)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, what do ya want to know?”

“Anything you want to tell me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“But how did you afford that?”

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Night babe.”

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Unworthy - PART  1 - *ANGST*



Request: Newt’s fame makes him forget about the reader who’s always been there for him.

PART 2: here


           Fame does strange things to people, although you never expected

                          it to be what drove you and Newt apart.

From day one Newt’s little freckled face, became a large part of your life, finding yourself hopelessly attracted to him. Many times you speculated that your feelings might be returned, through little acts such as him holding your hand or caressing your face.

Though from the moment that Newt’s book became published, in the publics eye you weren’t good enough for Newt anymore. Out of all the people your heart could’ve chosen, it decided on a boy who didn’t have enough room in his own heart, to love someone like you. Quality time became a rarity, events such as book signings and conferences replaced time which he originally would’ve spent with you.

Although Newt never pursued them, it was still painful to watch women flirt with him, his success making him desirable. You had loved him before all this. Before the fame, before the success, but apparently that had been forgotten.


Currently you were attending a party that had been thrown for the publishing. You detested these things finding the large crowds intimidating and overwhelming however you forced yourself to attend to support Newt. The misery being worth it in the end, to see Newt’s happiness at you being there.

But as you entered into the ballroom you saw him with a woman, the creamy sheets of the silk dress slipped onto her shoulders, peppering her body with soft, sensual kisses. She’d managed to wrap her arm around his and was whispering things dangerously close into his ear. It hurt to know while you were searching for him in the crowd, he was searching for someone else.

You took note of how he made little to no attempt of rejecting the glamorous woman away, simply continuing his conversation with her.

Oh what’s the point of staying? You’d seen enough to know how the night would end, you alone in the corner while Newt talked to more attractive girls than you. Turning on your heel you gave one last glance to Newt before sneaking away from the scene. Making your way outside of the building you took a seat on the grass, not caring if your dress got ruined or not. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see it anyways.

The cold air nipped your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps running up your arms. In isolation you allowed yourself to cry, letting the overwhelming emotions seep out. Merlin, you wish you’d at least not gone to the effort of getting dressed up night. Nothing hurt more than trying your best and still not being good enough.

“Look at me” you painfully smiled to yourself, “crying over something I never even had….one part of me wants to smile because I’ve the privilege of being his friend, the other part wants to cry….because that’s all I’ll ever be”.

Slowly looking towards the doorframe a slightly hunched over Newt stood there, his cowardly stature intending not to intimidate you. As soon as you caught a glimpse of him you snapped your head in the other direction, not wanting him to see your tears. Goodness you probably looked a mess now.

“Y/N?” He questioned wearily, worried that he’d done something wrong. Sweet innocent Newt.

“It’s ok Newt you go back and enjoy the party. I’m fine, really.” Steadying your voice you attempted to sound normal, although the little breaks gave your hurt away.

“I em just…w-wanted to know if you’d like a dance?” He avoided eye contact but his typical shy grin appeared on his face. He was trying to cheer you up. “I’m sorry Newt but I’m really not feeling up to it”, you replied in a upset tone, Oh Merlin all you wanted was to go home.

“Oh…ok” Newt was slightly taken a back by your reserved attitude, hovering unsure of what to do next. Closing your glossy eyes shut, you waited to hear the sound of his foot steps returning to the party, however instead Newt made his way over to you awkwardly settling himself beside you. Confused you tilted your head towards him. What was he doing?


“I’m sorry, these events aren’t really my sort of things either. Too many people” he shuffled closer you, placing his blazer over your shivering frame. Lies you thought. He didn’t look like he was having a bad time, with the beautiful girl back in the party.

“I think you should go back…”, the words escaped your mouth before you could even realize.

“I don’t want you staying here by yourself” he looked towards you, concern hazing over his eyes. Oh so that’s what it is. He was staying out of guilt, not because he wanted to. A pity party.

“Newt one night of staying with me isn’t going to makeup for the rest” you sighed looking directly towards him now.

“You’ve changed Newt…”

“I haven’t changed Y/N-”

“Your priorities have” you interrupted, “I’m sorry I’m not a priority now Newt”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, catching you completely off guard, “Y/N.. love, you know you and my creatures are the biggest priority to me, I just don’t always have the time-”

“It’s not about ‘having’ time Newt, it’s about ‘making’ time” you argued back, now completely furious about his pathetic excuses.

Newt attempted to defend himself but you cut him off.

“-How do you have enough time to go out and make other girls fall in love with you, but you don’t have time to pay attention to the girl who already is?”


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anonymous asked:

Rebellious Slave!Luke being sold as mechanic/working/pleasure slave Darth Vader to punish him. Well not really sold (Anakin would never accept this) but being offered as gift in one of Sheevs party (sheevy is not here thx the force, vader is here to represent him). The Imp is goading about how Luke is gonna suffer under Vader and hopes to buy Vader's loyalty or attention. LITTLE DID HE KNOW.

Oh man, that would end so badly for that Imp, for so many reasons.

Vader would be like “…the heck? I don’t want a slave.” But he’s not going to just reject the offer outright, especially because that means this kid (I’m going with like teenage Luke here, 14 or so; I’m not sure if you meant “rebellious” as in member of the Rebel Alliance who was captured and turned into a slave, or a slave who was rebellious against his master, rebellious with a lowercase r, but I’m going with the second option) would just end up right back in the hands of this cruel, slave-owning Imp, and even if Vader doesn’t care about people anymore, per se, he’d rather deprive this Imp of his slave and not have the boy suffer like that.

Luke, of course, is freaking out, because he’s heard rumors of Vader’s cruelty (mostly from his Imp master, so they were exaggerated to scare him). Vader drags Luke away (good excuse to leave the party early!) and then just sits the kid down on a chair in his office and kind of ignores him. He’s not quite sure what to do with him. He doesn’t want to keep him, of course, and he’s definitely not going to give him back or sell him, but it would kind of ruin his image to return the kid to his home (and who knows if he even HAS a home anymore?).

But something oddly familiar in the boy’s features and a kind of morbid curiosity prompts Vader to ask the kid his name and where he’s from. Luke had been sitting there too scared and confused to say or do anything, and now he’s even more confused. But he dutifully answers that his name is Luke Skywalker, he’s from Tatooine, and he was kidnapped from his aunt and uncle when he was 8.

Vader freezes, and Luke isn’t sure why, but he just somehow knows that the man(?) in front of him is FURIOUS. He thinks he’s mad at him for some reason and shrinks back (but doesn’t run, running only makes things worse, in his experience) when Vader is suddenly striding towards him. But what he doesn’t expect is for Vader to crouch down next to him, getting on his eye level, and tilt Luke’s face towards him with gentle fingers on his chin.

Vader does nothing but stare at his face for a long moment (or at least, Luke assumes he’s staring at his face), and when nothing more happens, Luke finally dares to raise his eyes and meet the man’s masked gaze. He expects retribution for daring to make eye contact, and flinches when Vader moves, but it’s only to wave his hand over the binders around his wrists. The binders release (and Luke remembers stories of Darth Vader’s powers, that he can move things without touching them and read your mind), but before Luke can process this or get scared again, Vader’s hand on his chin moves to cup the side of his face and brush his hair away from his eyes, and suddenly Vader pulls Luke close.

There’s a hitch in the respirator’s rhythm, and that plus the desperation and relief he can somehow feel from Vader is enough for him to realize that this is very, very different from the times he’s been… held before, and this isn’t going to lead to something he doesn’t want. He doesn’t let himself relax though, until Vader releases him and pushes him back just a bit so he can look at him again.

Luke just watches him somewhat warily because he still has no idea what’s going on, and that’s never a good thing in his position. Vader’s movements are very slow and deliberate, almost as though he’s being careful not to startle him, as he puts his hand on Luke’s cheek again.

“I will not hurt you,” he promises slowly, and there’s something very sincere in that mechanically filtered voice. “You will never be hurt again, Luke Skywalker. You are - ”

Vader stops, and Luke can almost feel the tension in the man’s body. He brushes his hand over Luke’s hair again. “I never thought I would find you. I thought you were dead, or I would have looked for you. Luke, you are my son.”

And Luke’s not quite sure what to make of that. He wants to believe it, but he doesn’t know how it could be possible. But there’s no doubt in Vader’s voice, and suddenly the anger he had felt from him when he had said his name made sense. Tears are stinging the back of his eyes, and he doesn’t want to cry, but he hasn’t felt hope like this in so long, and before he knows what he’s doing, before he can stop himself because impulsive acts like this usually got him punished, he’s throwing his arms around Vader’s neck and clinging very tightly. And Vader just holds him, and it’s the first time Luke’s felt safe in a long time.

Okay, I did not intend to write that much, but it kind of got away from me.

Meeting the Families- Brendon Urie

Request- I just read your most recent Josh fic and it was amazing!!! I was wondering if you could do a Tyler x readre where he takes her to meet his parents? <3.

A/N: me and this person changed it up a bit so yes it’s now about Brendon Urie. Thanks for working with me as I kind of changed your request <3. Also I added pictures because who don’t need to see some adorable baby Brendon Urie am I right? Anyways enjoy!

“Okay yeah, next weekend will work.” you were on the phone with your parents as Brendon walked into the room and sat next to you. “I gotta go, we’ll see you next weekend. Love you too bye.” when you said we’ll Brendon’s gaze went straight to you.

“We’ll?” he questioned once you hung up.

“Sorry, but yeah, both of us.” you said feeling slightly guilty. Brendon had yet to meet your family and he wasn’t looking forward to it. Either were you. You were the youngest of the family and to say they were protective over you would be an understatement. Not to mention they didn’t approve of Brendon, they thought he was a bad person and that he didn’t know what he was doing with his life. They didn’t care to listen to you when you told them about how he was a successful musician. They tended to be very judgmental and you were the complete opposite of your family.

“Well since I have to go, you have to meet my parents then.” he said. You hadn’t met his parents just yet because you were just too scared to, afraid of them hating you.

“Really?” you said.

“Yup. Now tell me things to be prepared for your family.” he said excitedly. He’s been wanting to meet them for a while, but you always told him no, knowing how rude they could be. You were scared they would scare him off.

“Well my mom and dad will only go by Mr. Y/L/N and Mrs. Y/L/N for now.” you said. “My aunts and uncles will try to get to marry me right away. Oh and stay away from my aunt Linda, she’s a crazy cat lady who will make you a sweater in an hour without you wanting it.”

“How will I know which one she is?” he asked.

“Oh, you will. Okay I have my 2 older brothers who will ask you all the questions about why you think you can date me, and they’re going to try and scare you off.”

“Do you have any people who won’t be giving me a questionnaire when I walk in the door?” he joked.

“Yeah, my grandmother but that’s because she sleeps through the whole party.” you said. “Also be careful, my brothers and dad are probably going to monitor you like crazy.” you continued.

“I wasn’t nervous at first, but now I sort of am.” he admitted.

“Don’t be, because even if they don’t like you I still will.” you said placing a light kiss on his cheek. “Now what do I need to know about your family?”

“Well we’re pretty normal. My mom and dad already love you and my siblings aren’t going to care.” he said and you felt a little better hearing that.

For the next week you prepared Brendon with things to say and not to say around your family. Some of them being no swearing, no mention of drugs or alcohol, and basically just go along with anything they talk about.

“Does this look good?” he asked as he tried on his 3rd outfit that day.

“Yes, it looks fine. Don’t be nervous, you’ll do fine.” you said calming him down. He had been freaking out for the past hour or so about what to wear, how to do his hair, and what to say to your family.

“Okay, okay. You’re right, I need to calm the fuck down.” he said taking a deep breath.

You giggled lightly at how adorable it was seeing him freaking out over this. When really you were hiding your freak out. You knew they were going to make judgements as soon as they saw his tattoos and heard more about his career.

Once you arrived at your parents house that afternoon you turned to Brendon and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“You got this, just be careful. I’ll be right there to help you with answers.

He shook his head and you lead him to the door.

“Your favorite child is here.” you announced as you walked into the house.

“You so weren’t the favorite.” your brother Andrew said to you as he met you with a hug.

“So this must be Brendon?” he said looking Brendon up and down.

“Yes, this is Brendon and back off Andrew before you scare him.” you said pushing past him with Brendon in hand.

“Hey there Y/N how’s it going?” your dad asked from the couch where all your uncles, other brother John, and asleep grandma sat.

“Good, this is Brendon everyone, Brendon that’s my Grandma, uncle Pete, uncle Dan, my Brother John, and my dad.” you said pointing out each.

John sat up in his seat and glared at Brendon.

“Hello Brendon. So, you’re Y/N’s boyfriend?” your father asked.

“Yes I am sir, it’s great to finally meet you.” he said shaking your dad’s hand.

“Well Brendon you’re coming into a interesting family.” your uncle Pete joked.

“We’re going to go say hi to the rest of the family now.” you said pulling him along to the kitchen where your mom, and 2 aunts sat chatting.

“I thought I heard you come in.” you mother said hugging you.

“Yeah got here just a few minutes ago. Anyways, Brendon this is my mom, aunt Linda and aunt Kathryn. This is Brendon everyone.” you said taking in the stare your mother had on Brendon.

“Nice to meet you Mrs. Y/L/N.” he said shaking her hand.

“So Brendon what do you do for a living?” your aunt Kathryn asked him helping with the awkward silence. After listening to him talk for a little bit you saw him relax slightly.

“I’ll be right back okay?” you said and he shook his head while listening to you aunt Linda’s conversation about her newest cat.

You went down the hall to the bathroom, but were stopped before you could get there.

“Y/N, just the person I wanted to talk to.” said your uncle Pete said to you. He and your aunt Kathryn were never judgmental and were open to everyone. “So your brothers and dad are planning on getting Brendon away from you for a while to question him, but your aunt and I got you covered. Did you prep him for the things they’re going to ask him about?” he asked.

“Yeah, he’s really nervous and I should probably get back to him before aunt Linda starts naming all her cats.” you said and your uncle laughed.

“Good luck, he seems like a good person.” he said and you continued onto the bathroom.

You went back into the kitchen a few minutes later to see Brendon missing.

“Where’s Brendon?” you asked your mother.

“I think your brothers went outside with him. Let them talk-” she said but you walk away before hearing the rest.

You went out to the back porch to see to see your dad and both your brothers talking to Brendon. He looked calm and you thought you would let him talk for himself for a minute before going outside. You could heard the entire conversation.

“So what are you looking to do with Y/N? I mean you don’t have a stable joke, are you using her for her money?” you father questioned.

“No, no sir. I would never. I actually do have a stable job, my band is very successful and we are actually going on tour in 3 months. I’m in love with your daughter and I’m just looking forward to spending the rest of my life with her. We’ve been together for almost 3 years and I would never do anything to hurt Y/N, she’s my everything.” Brendon said.

“Why did you wait this long to meet us?” John asked.

“I actually wanted to meet you guys a while back, but Y/N was discouraging it. I’m sorry we waited so long.”

“Oh so you’re blaming this on my sister?”

“No, I- sh-” you saw he was getting nervous so you went outside and interrupted the conversation.

“What’s going on out here?” you asked.

“Just asking him some questions. You can go back inside Y/N we have a few more questions to ask him.” you father spoke.

“No, I’m gonna stay right here. So what kind of questions?” You asked grabbing Brendon’s hand and he calmed down.

“Well just, never mind. Brendon I’m still not done with you. I’m not sure you’re for Y/N. I’ll give you a chance, but only because Y/N seems happy.” you father said before walking away.

“Yeah just know if you hurt her, your will be hurt 10 times worse.” Andrew warned.

“Andrew shut up and leave him alone.” you said and watched them all walk back inside.

“Breathe Brendon, you did fine.” you said kissing him on the cheek. “I heard that you said you were in love with me, are you really?”

“Y/N you know that. I will love you for the rest of my life, I will love you even if your family hates me, and I hope you will love me the same.”

“I do Brendon. Never doubt my love for you. Now let’s get back inside and finish this damn party. I’m sick of my family already.” you said leading Brendon back inside.

You sat in the living room talking to your uncle Pete and aunt Kathryn.

“I’ve heard of some of your songs before. I’m a music teacher and a few kids in my class are huge fans. You’re very talented.” your aunt told Brendon.

“Thank you, I like to think I have talent. That’s really cool that you heard of me before.”

“Brendon do you think you’ll ever tie the knot with my niece anytime soon?” your uncle Dan came in interrupting the conversation.

“Uncle Dan stop.” you said.

“It’s a real question. You’ve been together for what 3 years when will I get some great nieces and nephew. I’m getting old and we both know your brother’s can’t keep a girl for the life of them.” he said.

“Dan stop pressuring the poor kids. They’re young and living their lives.” you uncle Pete said standing up for you.

Finally the food was ready and that meant the party was closer to ending.

You and Brendon sat close to the end where your dad sat. when Brendon rolled up his sleeve his Frank Sinatra tattoo showed.

“Who is that Brendon?” you dad asked.

“Oh this is Frank Sinatra. I’ve been very inspired by him.” Brendon explained and your dad listened. You saw your dad taking a liking to Brendon more and more as they struck up conversation.

Soon both your brothers were in the conversation and you were relieved that they were talking not just questioning.

After you all at you helped you mom clean up the mess.

“So your father and brothers like Brendon. He seems like a good man, I’m glad you found a good one.” you mother commented and you stopped your actions.

“Wait so like you all like him?”

“Yes darling. He’s very sweet. Don’t get me wrong he still isn’t 100% in your father’s book, but nobody will ever be for his little girl. I trust him and I hope to see more of him.” you hugged her before she could finish her statement.

“Thank you mom.” you said.

You finished cleaning the kitchen up and went out to see Brendon laughing while talking to your brothers.

“Bren, I think it’s time we go, you have to be in the studio all day tomorrow.” you reminded him.

“Right, well it was nice meeting you guys.” he said standing from the chair and shaking the hand of your brother’s one last time. “And Mr. Y/L/N it was a pleasure getting to talk to you.” you said goodbye to the rest of the family, Brendon leaving a good impression on all of them.

“Y/N can I have a minute with Brendon alone?” your father asked.

“I’ll meet you in the car.” Brendon told you taking in ho hesitant you seemed, but he felt confident.

You headed out to the car and waited.

When Brendon came back out you saw he had a big smile on his face.

“What did he say?” you asked nervous of what your father might have said to Brendon.

“He said he approves of me.” Brendon said still with a huge grin on his face as he drove.

“That’s the only thing? You look really happy?”

“That’s all you have to worry about love.” he said and kissed your hand. “Now next weekend you meet my family. Are you ready?”

“Sure as long as they are as normal as you said.”

“Trust me they are very normal compared to your family.”

The next weekend

“Hi there you must be Y/N. we’ve heard so much about you.” his mother greeted you with a hug.

“All good things I hope.” you smiled.

“He made you sound like an angel.” his father told you.

“That’s because she is.” Brendon said kissing you. “She makes me the happiest I could ever be.”

You felt so comfortable the entire time. His siblings were all so nice and his parents loved you.

You were currently around the table with his mom and one of his sisters looking some old family pictures.

“This was when he was about 2. His sister Kayla took scissors to his hair.” his mother said pointing to the picture.

“Aww he’s so adorable.” you said.

“Oh god don’t show her pictures.” Brendon said sitting next to you.

“Why they’re so cute. You looked like a dork.” you said.

“I look like a 35 year old women in this one mom. You did you dress me like that.” he said at another picture.

“Brendon shut up. You look like an adorable little kid who did whatever his parents told him to do.” you said poking him in the side so he would stop ridiculing his younger self.

“Just don’t show her my high school pictures. Those are the worst.” he said then leaving the room.

His mom showed you those next and he really did look like a total dork, but you love him.

After many hours of conversation and laughter you and Brendon were about to leave. You finish your goodbye and they all welcomed you back anytime.

“So did you like them?”Brendon asked as you got into the car.

“Yes. I love your family they were all so nice. I’m sorry you had to deal with mine.” you apologized.

“You can’t help that your family is terrifying and that I was anxious the entire time.” he said then you sat in some comfortable silence as you drove back home.

“So did my mom end up showing you all the high school pictures?” he asked.

“Yup.” you laughed.

“I’m so sorry. I went through some awkward stages.”

“You were such a dork yet so cute. Maybe one time I’ll show you mine.” you said.

“You were probably hot in high school.”

“Nope. I wore a hoodie and sweatpants everyday and had pimples everywhere. Growing up with older brothers made me a bit of a tomboy. I finally got to senior year and ditched the sweats for dresses. I’ll never go back to that. Now that I think of it, I’m pretty sure I burned all evidence of those 3 years.” you said and Brendon laughed.

“I could always tweet out the school you went to and the year you graduated. I bet someone will find a yearbook with your picture.” Brendon tease.

“Don’t, I mean it Brendon. Those pictures could be the break point in this relationship.” you warned and he laughed.

“Nothing will break us. I love you way too much for a picture to change that.” he said kissing your hand as he drove.

House of Cards | one

Originally posted by chimneytaels

“I don’t like it when there’s no feeling

When I get the feeling, it’s right away” ~ How’s This, HyunA

Pairing: jung hoseok x reader

Genre:  college!au, playboy!hoseok, angst, smut, friends with benefits

Word Count: 5k+

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I thought I would add lyrics to songs for each part because the playlist I made for the story is a huge inspiration for where the story goes to be honest. This is probably terrible smut btw, I haven’t written it in a while *sigh* ~ Moon xxx

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You & Me

Originally posted by yugyeom

“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”

Summary: The right words always seem to come too late. One set of words can stop you from getting what you want in the first place.. He was everything you wanted but what was stopping you? Oh that’s right… Your best friend was now his new girlfriend… What will happen when one mistake leads to trouble?

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // 

Part 11 is here~ 

More Parts:

Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 //



“Listen… If you truly wanted to be serious with me in the first place you would of let go of Lia a long time ago… We wouldn’t have to be sneaking around and we wouldn’t have to be scared to get caught.. But clearly you knew you have some type of feelings for her and you know what I am going to accept that… Yugyeom.. I’m not going to be anyone’s second option.. I deserve better.. And I don’t want to do this but I have to do what’s right for me.. Yugyeom.. we need to end… you and I. whatever this is..”

Yugyeom looked completely surprised. You tried to remain calm but in the inside you felt like your whole world was slowly getting crushed. You have to let go of something that’s not even yours.. even if you think it’s not a good idea..

“Y/N.” Yugyeom tried to get a hold of your hand but you quickly removed your hand from his and without saying a single word you walked out of the closet and left him standing there alone…

“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”

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Love or gratitude ? BTS Jimin (M) chap 01

pairing: JIMIN X  reader y/N 

Genre: angst/smut 

M= mature contents 

summary: what will you do when all of sudden you find your self getting married to someone used to be your best friend’s lover just because he turned to be a father !!!


Originally posted by bwipsul

*chap one : i like him !  

two years ago

you don’t have to be so shy if you really have all this feeling y/N ! “ jung hyerin said reassuring you 

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Wicked — Dancing Through Life  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Let’s dance!”
  • “Please try to understand.”
  • “I would do anything for you.”
  • “We’ll meet there later tonight.”
  • “But I say, why invite stress in?”
  • “Well, maybe, I could invite her!”
  • “Don’t you see? This is our chance.”
  • “Life’s more painless for the brainless.”
  • “Those who don’t try never look foolish.”
  • “So, I’ll be picking you up around eight?”
  • “Why think too hard when it’s so soothing?”
  • “You’re perfect. So, we’re perfect together.”
  • “So, here, out of the goodness of my heart.”
  • “Nothing matters, but knowing nothing matters.”
  • “So, what’s the most swankified place in town?”
  • “Come on, follow me. You’ll be happy to be there.”
  • “No! It’s because… because you are so beautiful!”
  • “They want you to become less callow, less shallow.”
  • “No need to tough it when you can slough it off as I do.”
  • “Finally, for this one night, I’m about to have a fun night.”
  • “It seems so unfair we should go on a spree… and not she.”
  • “Believe me, I’ve been kicked out of enough of them to know.”
  • “I thought you might want to wear this hat to the party tonight!”
  • “Oh… that’s so kind. But, you know what would be even kinder?”
  • “The trouble with school is they always try to teach the wrong lesson.”
  • “Now that we’ve met one another, its clear we deserve we deserve each other.”
  • “I hope you’ll save at least one dance for me. I’ll be right there. Waiting. All night.”
  • “I’ve got something to confess, a reason why, well… why I asked you here tonight.”
Sparks Chapter 4

Originally posted by marvel-dirtbag

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other members of the avengers team

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: y/n invites Bucky to join her, Wanda, and Dr. Cho for a movie night. Insecure Bucky asks why y/n is always so nice to him, their friendship begins to grow. y/n introduces Bucky to man buns.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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anonymous asked:

Hey hon! OMG I loved the first date scenario so much! Especially Yoosung one, so I was wondering if you could do a sequel to it, a fic where MC tries to seduce him, but he's so clueless (speaking of clueless, I thought it would be something like Cher in that scene with Christian on the movie Clueless lololol), love you writing <3

I was reading the request and thinking of Clueless when you mentioned the movie too! But yeah… this is not even close to end like the movie…lololol

So here it is! I’m thinking of doing a part 2 with all the smutty smut, *wink*

Take it all (NSFW)

“Make yourself at home!” you state cheerfully as you two come in to your apartment.

“Oh… it feels so cozy here. Did you miss the place when you were at Rika’s apartment?”

“Hum… a little. I missed my bed since I’m very used to it, and it’s soooo… comfortable, you know?” you subtly try to change the course of this conversation, you hope that’s the only Rika’s mentioning you’ll hear for the rest of the night.

“Yes,  trying to get used to a new mattress can be very troublesome.”

“I hope you don’t go into much trouble tonight, then…”

“What do you mean?” Ugh… is he really not getting it?

You observe him as he curiously look around at your place, you wish you had hid the Furby you usually keep in the chair next to the couch, it’s a little embarassing letting him see you keep toys around the house like this… you wish he could see other things tonight when it concerns you…

Sometimes you wonder if he acts that oblivious to make you say straight away what you want… if he’s into some kind of mind games to make you beg for him! Yes… behind this cute face, maybe there’s a very wicked wolf…

“Wow! I used to have a Furby too, or… maybe I still have it… anyway, I still have nightmares about him up until these days…” Nevermind…

No, he’s not that manipulative guy, he’s just… a really sweet and inexperienced young man… which makes him extremely desirable to you.

When he kissed you at the RFA party, you thought he’d be like that everytime, but ever since then, it feels like both of you are stagnated, with you always trying to take further steps.

“Earth to MC?” he waves his hand in front of your spaced out face, smiling curiously. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah… I’m just… Pick the movie or series and I’ll get something for us to drink. Do you want some water? Juice? Beer?

“No, I’m okay, thank you. And I prefer we pick something together, so we’ll both have fun!” well, you know something that would be really fun for both of you tonight…

“Ok, then…” you two sit in the couch and look at your laptop screen. He’s so close you can feel his hair tickling your cheek, and his perfume is so alluring…

“What about this one, MC? I heard is pretty good…” No! You want a really bad movie for you to steal his attention easily…

“Sounds fine.” WHAT? Why did you agree to it? Oh, his excited face! Yes, it’s almost impossible saying ‘no’ to that smile and that joyful voice of his. You can be putty so easily to that man’s hand! If he only knew that…

The movie starts, you dim the light in the living room. He doesn’t seem to mind… okay, that’s a good sign, right?

Time to move, MC! This is the closest you managed to get to him ever since you got to your place… and you move closer to him, your thigh is practically glued to his.

“MC? Is everything okay?”

“What? Oh… I…am just a little cold, I guess…” oh honhohonhon.

“Here, take my jacket.” You would prefer his body to warm you up… but you accept his jacket, giving him a soft smile.

It has his smell, god, you want so much to be surrounded by his scent… and he’s so close, yet so out of reach… you can’t hold back a sigh.


“Oh, it’s nothing , Yoosung. Don’t… don’t worry…” you rest your head on his shoulder, he tenses up a little, but then relaxes and rests his own head on yours. Well, this is something, at least…

Time passes and the movie ends, there’s no other excuse to keep him here. Maybe it’s time to accept defeat and try again next time… maybe you could ask Seven to enlighten him a little, no… Seven doesn’t know to be subtle… Zen? Nah, he would let Yoosung uncomfortable. Jumin or Jaehee? Hahahahaha. It has to be you, after all, but… not today, you suppose…

“Hey… MC?”

“Yes, Yoosung?”

“I… I really enjoyed tonight. I… I don’t want this night to ever end…”

“You know it doesn’t have to, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Please, try to guess, Yoosung, please…” you can’t control the whining in your voice, it’s been so thrilling having him this close all night, didn’t he feel the same way you do?

“There’s nothing much to guess, MC, I… I’m not that innocent, you know?” Oh no… did you offend him?

“No, no, no… I know you’re not, Yoosung, It’s just… I’ve been trying to get close to you, but I’m so worried about making you uncomfortable or flustered. I… I want you to feel good about being with me, really good, Yoosung…” you’re whispering next to his mouth.

“I… I don’t know if I’m able to take this much from you, MC, I… am not even sure if I deserve this much…”

He’s really flustered, indeed, but he won’t allow himself to let you see it fully.

“Of course you deserve it, Yoosung! You deserve it all, so please take it all… take everything you want to make you feel good, I want to make you feel so good…”

Oh… wait! You’ve been thinking about satisfying him all this time? Because he thought you were expecting him to be this very manly guy who makes you go insane with just a simple touch, but… you want to please him? Now he gets how much you’ve been struggling… he knows this despair of wanting to please someone so bad…

“Let’s feel good together, MC…” he kisses you, it reminds you a little of the kiss at the RFA party… no, there’s something different about this one,  it’s a little sloppier and more desperate, like he’s thirsty for your lips.

Next thing you know, you’re on his lap and your shirt is already gone, one of his hands travel your back while the other one rest on your hip, keeping you in place. You break the kiss, moving your lips gently to his neck while he tries to unclasp your bra, feeling very frustrated when he fails. You chuckle: “It opens in the front…”

You guide his hands to your breasts, and he finally gets rid of your bra, he feels his face reddening when he notices you’re shivering to his teasing at your boobs, he had no idea he could make you react like that, and when you move a little to the side to grind at his leg and touch his bulge timidly growing hard, he’s gone! His skilful gamer fingers play with one of your nipples and tighten the grip on your hip bones, he feels his mouth vibrating when you moan, which boost his confidence even more as he carries you to your bedroom.

And you… would be very intrigued at this new side of him if you weren’t so enthralled by him. You know this night is not ending soon, anyway…

See Part II here~

anonymous asked:

what are your thoughts on the member's personality? i just read your post about why you think aron isn't participating in the show and found it really interesting. i also agree with you that i don't think aron has the mentality to deal with the atmosphere of the program like the other four do

Oh, this is gonna be a long one because I have so many feelings about all of these boys and I really treasure them. 

I’ll go in alphabetical order by stage name. 

Regarding Aron, he is so ridiculously American, and more specifically, super West Coast. He seems to be the type that just wings everything, outgoing, socialite type. He really enjoys attention and is always willing to go to a party. He’s kind of still in that stage where all he wants is to drink and have fun with friends, and the concept of working just isn’t something he’s concerned with. Despite having told us he’s a Democrat, he definitely seems to hold some traditional views on roles (gender, status, etc etc). I think Aron’s nickname “maknae hyung” really encapsulates his personality; he’s a little childish and all play, despite being the oldest member of the group. He’s also the type to speak first and think later, which is how he’s gotten himself in a lot of trouble before (and probably why now he just doesn’t speak much at all). Aron is the type that thinks it’s more important to have lots and lots of friends and connections, and he also expects himself to have a relatively typical homelife once he’s ready to settle down (as I said, still has some traditional views). 

Baekho definitely reads as an older brother type (and he even has a younger brother himself, so it makes sense that he’d take on this role). If you pay attention, you can tell he likes to tease the other members, but only with love. He also is not a “flower-boy” and never will be a “flower-boy.” It’s just not his style. Baekho also seems to prefer the company of a few close friends rather than being surrounded by people he only knows a little bit (much of NU’EST is this way, actually). Baekho is also very relaxed, very much a go-with-the-flow type of guy, but doesn’t show deep, personal emotion very often. I think he’s the type that would prefer to keep things up-beat rather than get too serious, but when it’s time to be serious you will know it. He also knows when playtime is over, and takes his work with music seriously. Baekho is kind of like a slight cross between Aron and Minhyun, if I’m honest. 

JR wears his heart on his sleeve. He is the youngest child with two older sisters, and I feel like you can see that he was the baby of his family just by the way he carries himself. Despite not being the oldest, he was made the leader and I think it was a lot of pressure to put on someone who probably hadn’t had many leadership roles before growing up. He’s a very good, kind leader, though. And he’s very sensitive and I think he can read off of other people’s energies very well. He’s very good at reading people, even if he doesn’t show it outwardly. JR is also pretty easily embarrassed, and what I would describe as “a smol.” He just wants to do the best he can, though he’s full of self-doubt. He’s actually a very good dancer, but for a long time wouldn’t show off his dancing and instead became known as the King of Silly Dances. JR really lacks confidence, but I’ve only known him to do well. I don’t think I’ve ever heard that boy say a mean thing, even in jest. 

Minhyun is such a mom. Cleanliness and organization are very important to him, and he has a really good work ethic. He’s also a bit of a perfectionist, and if he’s going to do something he’s going to do it right and dang it he’s going to do it really well. He’s the type who will practice until 4am and then wake up four hours later and do it all over again until he’s happy with the result. Minhyun is also the type to throw himself into research when he’s preparing something. I cannot stress enough how important knowledge and accuracy is to him. However, despite being such a perfectionist, he’s not a killjoy either. In fact, he’s just the opposite. He’s also a huge nerd (he loves Transformers and Marvel heroes along with Star Wars) and is never afraid to let people see him when he’s not looking all glamorous (king of ugly selca’s I swear). He’s also really good at reading people and knows how to bring the best out in those around him. He’s a really low-pressure kind of person, even if he’s always putting hours of work towards everything he does. I would say Minhyun expects nothing but the best from himself, but when it comes to those around him, he just wants to see them happy and healthy. 

Ren, our sweet maknae child, has put the world on his shoulders. I believe Ren made it his job to take all the pain and struggles of his fans and non-fans alike onto himself. There is a reason he idolizes someone like Lady Gaga, someone who stands for equality and the spread of love, someone who stands for something bigger than themselves. Ren wants so badly to make the world a better, more understanding, and more loving place. He puts a strong face on for his fans, but it’s very clear that deep inside, Ren is really self-conscious and full of self-doubt. He doesn’t want to show that part of himself to his fans, though, because it’s important to him to be a rock, a source of stability for those who have it harder than he does. He’s highly empathetic, so when he sees darkness in the world he feels it really hard. And despite all that darkness, Ren still sees all the good there is in the people around him and he wants to encourage people to grow and be happy.

Honestly, I could go on and on about these kids. They all have really big hearts and really want to do well by the people around them. They are so much more than pretty faces to me, they stand for something bigger than themselves and have ever since debut. And they’ve always dedicated so much of their music to their fans and it’s so clear how much music means to them. I’ll leave it at this for now, but trust me when I say that being a LOVE is so worth it because these boys are so gentle and kind, and they constantly make me proud to support them. 

Wake Me Up [Viktuuri]

Summary: AU where Yuuri and Viktor are still figure skaters, but instead of being Yuuri’s love interest and Coach, Viktor is his friend and another skater who competes against him, like Christophe and Phichit. After a casual ‘friends with benefits’ kind of hook up, Viktor starts to see Yuuri in a different light, and questions whether he just wants to be his friend, or something more.

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They’re tangled together – limb entwined with limb as they strip each other of their clothes. There’s the occasional drunken giggle and the knocking of teeth and suddenly their clothes are gone, and they’re kissing and sucking on skin and gasping each others names. Short, breathless gasps of Yuuri and Viktor. The only sounds you’d hear is slapping of skin and gasps and moans as they melt into each other.

There aren’t any feelings here. It’s only platonic passion and emotion and desperate need for some sort of release. However, Viktor let’s himself forget among the desperate pants and moans.

The platonic emotions are back, though, and it’s all over when Yuuri wakes him up.

He’s naked, drowsy and in pain from a hangover. He keeps the sheets over him, and realizes that he’s not in his or Yuuri’s homes, but a very expensive looking hotel room. Viktor remembers last night, but only parts. He’s not naive – he knows what happened with Yuuri. He knows that they slept together. He knows that it was entirely casual and he knows that Yuuri thinks nothing more of Viktor than he would of a friend.

He only faintly hears Yuuri’s voice as he wakes up. His eyes are slowly adjusting to the seeping light but he can see Yuuri’s shape as it wanders around the room. As he adjusts, he can see the exposed muscles in Yuuri’s back flex.
Yuuri isn’t particularly muscular, nor is he tall or typically attractive. But Viktor notices, as the light hits his face in a certain way, that he is unusually beautiful. His face is rounded, slightly, but his jaw is strong enough. His eyes are plain brown, but they’re also a lovely brown, and they look gorgeous behind his glasses.

Yuuri’s voice is barely above a whisper when he sits on the bed beside Viktor. “You need to get up, Viktor.” His hand rests on Viktor’s thigh and he offers a warm smile. “You promised Chris that you’d help him prepare for the party tonight.”

Viktor grumbles and sits up straight, his hand flying to his head as he grimaces. He’s never been his normal giddy self in the mornings. “Why do we need another party? Isn’t the Banquet enough?”

“It’s not an official official,” Yuuri shrugs as he hurries on a shirt. His drawstring pants are loose and start to slip down his waist as he gets up. He fixes them and tightens the string. “It’s just a party that Chris wants to throw in celebration. I don’t know why he’d be celebrating, though. This is the first time he hasn’t placed second in a long time.”

Viktor giggles like a schoolgirl. “Or first,” he reminds the dark haired skater. “Don’t forget, Yuuri, you placed second.”

“Yeah, and you placed first.” Yuuri rolls is eyes. “Like you have every year.” He sighs at Viktor’s mumbled, not every year, and runs his fingers through his hair. “You know, you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. In case you’ve forgotten, you were my inspiration since I was a kid.”

“And I’ve admired you since before we met last year.” Viktor grins. He finally pulls himself out of bed and shrugs on a night gown. “You’re too hard on yourself, as well, Yuuri.”

They get dressed in silence. Viktor’s eyes wander to Yuuri again and again, and he sighs. He hates this feeling. Yuuri is one of his best friend’s – to think of him like this is selfish. He hates that his stomach l fills with butterflies every time he looks at him, and he hates that he can’t help but smile whenever Yuuri fixes his glasses or a strand of hair. He hates it.

Viktor has never felt like this about Yuuri before. Sure, he admired him for a good year or so, and he’s definitely thought about how good his ass looks in his costumes, but he’s never really thought about him like this.

Before either of them say anything, Yuuri’s hand is on the doorknob and he’s twisting it and it’s open, he turns back to Viktor and smiles timidly. “I’ll see you at the party tonight.” And he’s gone. Viktor looks around. So this is my hotel room, he thinks. They all look the same, don’t they?

“Yurio~” Viktor singsongs to the 16 year old blond as he walks into Chris’ party. His face is flustered and it’s clear that he’s just been with Otabek. “You look awfully dishevelled!”

Yurio’s eyes are wide as he turns his gaze to the floor, and Otabek walks in behind him. They’ve done this before, Viktor knows it. “Shut up, shit head.” He turns bright red as Otabek stops at his side. “What would you know?” he bumps his hand against his taller friend’s and the older bumps Yurio’s Back.

“I know that whenever your face is that red, you’ve been up to no good.” Viktor hums knowingly with a shit eating grin he knows Yurio hates. “And that your lips are swollen.”

It’s Otabek’s turn to flush, his eyes growing wide as he looks down at Yurio. Victor’s grin doesn’t falter as they both make their way to the bathrooms in a rush. They’re only in there for ten minutes, and return to Viktor telling a dad joke to Yuuri, who’s eyes wander to the pair and greets them with a grin that almost splits his face in two. “Fancy seeing you two here,” he hums. “I thought you’d avoid a party put together by Chris like the Plague, Yurio.”

“Don’t call me that, piggy.” Yurio spits, no venom in his tone. “Beka forced me to come. He said it’d be rude if I didn’t.”

“He was right!” a voice comes from behind the blond, louder than the music playing over the bustling conversations, and they all recognise the voice to be none other than Chris’. He decided to play all of this seasons music for the party, even the songs from the skaters who didn’t make it to the Grand Prix Final. “You wouldn’t want to be so rude as to not come to your dear friend’s party, would you?”

Yurio scoffs. He grabs a drink from a platter one of the volunteers is carrying around and pretty much downs it in one go. “The fucking Banquet is enough, I only go to it because I have to.” He ignores Otabek bending down to whisper, you don’t actually have to go. “This is bullshit. Especially the fucking butlers.”

“Oh, Yurio!” Viktor sighs dramatically. “Such a foul mouth for such a small boy!”

“Shut up, old man.”

They all burst out in laughter, other than Yurio, of course. Viktor gives Yuuri a sideways glance and his face is fixed on his. His eyes wander across Yuuri’s features and he takes in every wrinkle and curve in the younger man’s face as he laughs.

Yurio notices Viktor staring, and a grin similar to the one Viktor wore earlier splits his lips. “I noticed the piggy leaving your hotel room this morning.” At Viktor and Yuuri’s sputters and coughs, Yurio rolls his eyes. “Did you forget that our rooms are on the same floor, dumbass? What was Yuuri doing in your room last night?” his voice is demanding as he gives the pair an impatient glare.

Viktor starts to panic as he swallows the lump in his throat. He’s about to sputter out some kind of lie before Yuuri speaks up. “I was having a panic attack.” He lies awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with anyone. “I… Uh, drank a bit too much at the Banquet last night, so… I get anxious when I’m tipsy. When I started sobering up I started getting all weird and panicky so I found Viktor’s room and he helped me out.”

Yurio doesn’t seem to notice Yuuri’s lie, which is strange for thim considering he’s far more observant than most people realize. He murmurs under his breath. “With sex,” but they all pretend not to hear. They all do.

Viktor gives Yuuri a look that the brunette definitely notices. He looks down at the Japanese skater and furrows his eyebrows, as if asking, why lie? Yuuri shrugs and smiles warmly at Phichit as he enters the room, leaving Viktor behind with tinted cheeks.

Viktor has never understood the idea of a tattoo. Perhaps it’s because of his appreciation of the human body, or just the idea of something so permanent and painful. He’s just always found them distasteful.

Well – until now. He’s standing in front of an expensive looking tattoo parlour – one about half way between his apartment and the rink he trains at. He was walking home, but stopped at the sight of it.

He looks down at his bare wrist and shivers. It’s autumn, almost winter, and the cold is slowly creeping into the air. He thinks of what it would be like to have something so terrifyingly permanent as a tattoo against his complexion, and thinks about what he’d even have inked into his skin.

A name. A specific name. With a fancy ‘Y’ and two cursive ‘u’s and an ‘r’ and an ‘i’. Or would he have it in Russian? Or Japanese? English seems most appropriate, considering its the second most common language in the world.

Viktor sighs.

When winter finally arrives, Viktor realises something he wishes he hadn’t.
He sits beside Yuuri at an outdoor cafe, both covered in layers of warm clothing and scarves and jackets. It’s a warmer day, still below ten degrees Celsius. They share a large bowl of chips (they’re both a bit tight on money) and their fingers brush against one another’s. Yuuri’s cheeks turn pink, and Viktor’s eyes widen as he observes his best friend’s face.

How has he never noticed it?

Normally, Yuuri’s eyes are brown. A deep brown that you can get lost the in if you stare long enough. But today? Viktor’s gaze doesn’t stray or falter as he stares and notices them – little flecks of caramel and golden.

It happens again, not a week later. They sit inside on a colder day, beneath blankets as they watch Shrek for the third time that month. Rather than paying attention to the movie (he can probably recite the entire script, by now), he’s paying attention to Yuuri’s eyes as they flicker back and forth across the TV, and he notices them again. Little flecks of golden and caramel hiding in the deep chocolate brown that Viktor can get lost in.

He keeps seeing them. He sees them in the mornings they’re together and the nights they share at each others sides. He sees them when he closes his eyes.
When Spring comes bounding, blinding, they’re gone, and Viktor realises that they’re only there in cold air.

Viktor wishes he had never noticed the golden caramel flecks in chocolate brown, because he selfishly decides that he wants nothing more than to hold Yuuri in a cold place for the rest of their lives

That night, at Chris’ party, when Yuuri told everyone that whenever he has a panic attack he goes straight to Viktor and that was why he was there the night before – he wasn’t telling a complete lie. He does have panic attacks and when he has them, who’s the first person he thinks to go to?


He’s sitting on Viktor’s love seat in his living room now, his head in between his bouncing knees and cradled by his own hands. Viktor’s hand is against Yuuri’s back, rubbing circles between his shoulder blades as he whispers to him.

“Are you alright?” Viktor’s voice is soft and soothing to Yuuri as he continues rubbing his back. When Yuuri slowly nods his head, the silver haired Russian frowns because he knows that his friend is lying. He always knows when he’s lying. “I know you like hot baths. I’ll run you one, alright?” When Yuuri doesn’t move, Viktor smirks. “I’ll fill it with scented bubbles~”

Yuuri tenses and hesitates before he finally nods.

As Viktor fills up the bath he sits and stares and wonders. He watches the bubbles fill the bath and pictures Yuuri lying there, giving Viktor the look he always gives him. Losing himself in Viktor’s eyes like the Russian got lost in his.

Viktor imagines a future. He imagines a child in the bathtub in a home far away from the city. He pictures Yuuri trying to cook and failing miserably and he pictures the two of them at one another’s side on the lounge in the living room, looking down at a child grinning up at them from the carpeted floor.

Viktor has to shake his head to get the picture of it out of his head.

When he returns to the living room, Yuuri stares at him with wide, anxious eyes, and his fingers are tangled and fiddling. Viktor sighs and sits beside him, and Yuuri wraps his arms around Viktor’s torso straight away.

“Yuuri,” Viktor’s voice is small, unlike his normal, boisterous tone. “What set you off?”

Yuuri’s reply is so small, Viktor almost doesn’t hear it. He does, though, and once the brunette has mumbled out the small, timid “You,” he’s holding on to him like his life depends on it without giving a single care about the hot bath turning cold. He can draw another one later.

They’re walking along a beach when Viktor finally does something.

His eyes are fixed on the sand as they dawdle along the beach at each others sides. Yuuri is smiling at Viktor and telling a story about the friend of his from Hasetsu who used to help him with his skating, but Viktor isn’t listening.

He notices a pebble that kind of resembles a heart shape, and he closes his eyes as he stops completely. Yuuri looks back at him. “Viktor, are you alright?”
The Russian doesn’t reply. He reaches for the pebble and stares at it in his hand. He has a rock in his other hand, suddenly, and starts chipping at the pebble. Yuuri’s eyes are fixed between Viktor and the pebble in his hand and he narrows them. “Viktor. What are you doing?”

Viktor looks down at the pebble in his hand, satisfied, and hands it to Yuuri. “If you can, use some string and make it into a necklace. You could wear it, if you want. I think it’d look nice on you.”

He doesn’t notice the tear rolling down Yuuri’s right cheek until he really looks, and suddenly, he feels one trickle down his own cheek – hot and barely even there.

And now Yuuri’s smiling up at Viktor, lopsided, awkward and nervous, just like all of his beautiful smiles. They’re contagious – Viktor noticed this a long time ago, so he smiles down a got Yuuri, and suddenly their fingers are tangled and they’re both silent.

They stay like that until they’re both going home.

Viktor isn’t entirely sure how, but it happens again.

For a second time, they’re a mess of limbs and lust but this time, they aren’t drunk. They’re completely sober as they dance through the routine another time – kisses and gasps shared. They cling to each other, pulling one another closer with each passing moment. Yuuri lies beneath Viktor and moans his name, over and over. He’s never been particularly crude – profanities aren’t his style.

Viktor is the same. His mouth only let’s sweet pants and gasps tumble out and he’s looking down at his best friend with adoration in his eyes and admiration in his features.

For a second time, it’s all over when Yuuri wakes him up.

This time, they’re in Viktor’s apartment, and Yuuri isn’t wandering around the room without a shirt on and only drawstring pants. Yuuri lies beside Viktor, just as naked as the Russian. His snores are loud and he understands how he woke up.

He treads lightly into the kitchen once he’s dressed and makes two cups of tea. Yuuri’s is a Japanese herbal tea that Viktor knows he loves. He tiptoes into his room, and gives a small smile when he sees Yuuri, sitting up in his bed. “Good morning,” the brunette mumbles. “Did you make tea?”

Viktor nods and hands him his mug, sitting beside him to drink his own.

“It’s the herbal one I told you about.” Yuuri notices as he inhales the scent. “I can’t believe you remembered.” He sips at his tea, his face lighting up as it warms his face and body.

Viktor watches him. He watches how his lips wrap over the edge of the tea cup and how his fingers are long and slim. He watches Yuuri’s eyes, too, and notices the wrinkles at either side of his face when he closes them. He watches him and stares at every part of his face, and looks down to his own hand.

His hands are kind of pale, like the rest of him. His fingers are slim and bony, and his hands are thin and you can see a few veins. He looks at his finger – his forth finger – and sighs. He thinks to himself, wouldn’t a ring look nice there?

His exhale wavers as it leaves his lips and he looks at Yuuri. He’s been doing a lot of that lately. Looking at Yuuri. “I’ll be back,” Viktor snaps suddenly, wincing at his tone as he makes his way to the balcony. He grabs a pack of cigarettes and grimaces at the photo on the packaging .

He hates the feeling of smoking. He feels gross and he hates himself for it but he can’t stop. He started about three years ago, just after he cut his hair – he was going through a kind of phase. An existential crisis when he’d questioned his skill and career and he decided then to say fuck you to his health and his iconic hair.

He doesn’t smoke very often, so he’s never done it in front of Yuuri or any of his friends other than Chris. He supposes that’s why he grimaces and frowns when Yuuri pads onto the balcony, giving Viktor a disappointed stare.

“You didn’t tell me you smoked.”

“I don’t do it very often,” Viktor sighs, taking a long, soothing drag from the cigarette. “I’m not like one of those chain-smokers who can smoke a pack a day.”

Yuuri’s face twists into a cringe when he smells the smoke, and he turns his nose away. “I hate the smell.” He says. “My sister smokes and I’ve been trying to get her to stop but she won’t listen to me.”

“Mm,” Viktor takes another drag, then puts it out in an ashtray he’s hidden so no one can find it without looking for it. “I’ll try and quit. For you.”

Yuuri stays silent.

For some reason, Viktor opens his mouth again. “Yuuri, how do you feel about marriage?”

Yuuri’s eyes were wide as they snapped up to meet Viktor’s, and he stars stuttering as his fingers automatically fiddle. “Well… Technically, I can’t get married, but it seems nice…” He alerts his intense, nervous gaze from Viktor’s eyes to the floor.

The silver haired Russian frowns, silently cursing at himself for being the reason that saddened gaze sets upon Yuuri’s expression. He nods and hums solemnly, and jumps when Yuuri asks, “Why?”

Viktor is caught off guard with how close Yuuri suddenly is to him, which makes him want to laugh. He looks down at the brunette and heaves a great sigh from his lungs before looking away.

Being this close to Yuuri is like being in the eye of a storm. It’s calm, quiet and seemingly peaceful, but something always happens to get Yuuri out of this shy, nervous state and into his Eros persona – the storm.

Viktor knows that he feels something for Yuuri beyond a sexual attraction; he’s not naive. He knows that the feeling he gets whenever he looks at Yuuri is something far more. The feeling of overwhelming affection seeping through his chest and enveloping his heart – it was almost suffocating and he needed to do something about it.

“Viktor?” Yuuri’s voice brings him back to where he’s standing; on his balcony, the brunette’s hand comforting on his own. “Did you hear me? I want to know why you asked that – you know what? Never mind.”

For a second, Viktor thinks Yuuri’s going to kiss him. He’s close enough – just another inch and their lips would be slotted together, sending sparks along their spines. But Viktor thinks, if he’s going to kiss me, he’s really taking his time. Because Yuuri is close, but not moving, and it’s driving the Russian mad.

So, to put them both out of their misery, though he believes it’s only his, Viktor finally jerks his head forward, and finds himself a mess of affection, dancing tongues, saliva and an oddly excessive amount of fireworks.

The first time they kissed, there wasn’t nearly as much boom to the display of sexual tension. It was nice – but it was messy. The first time they kissed, they were both drunk and giddy from the aftermath of the Grand Prix Final.

Now, barely a year later, they’re sober and giddy from the aftermath of a second ‘casual’ hook-up, lips pretty much glued together as they whimper and moan at the feeling of one another’s hands running along their bare skin below the fabric of the little clothing they were wearing.

Unlike their kisses shared before, this one isn’t heated and rushed. It’s sensual and slow, and Viktor brings his hands to cup Yuuri’s face and to bring the brunette closer. Yuuri’s hands are on Viktor’s waist and he’s pulling the Russian closer and now they’re pressed against each other and their lips are joined with tongues dancing between them.

Viktor has never felt so alive.

Now Viktor’s hand is exploring the brunettes chest and he feels it – the pebble from the beach. Attached to a string, it sits perfectly against the part of Yuuri’s chest where his heart would be and Viktor feels his eyes watering.

He decides, suddenly, that he’s in love.

He doesn’t realize he’s pulled away until he’s gasping for breath and struggling to keep tears from trickling down his cheeks. Yuuri looks at him, aghast, gives a lopsided smile. There’s a look in the brunettes eye and Viktor knows it’s one of understanding. It’s saying, you don’t need to tell me. I already know.

Viktor gives a look back. What about you?

I do.


Seems like some people readed this chapter without this panel:

Yes, this one where Nami looks so happy because Sanji is coming back; she’s even okay with ruining a fucking yonko party if that will bring Sanji back completly.

Another thing some people are forgeting is this panel:

First thing she ask for once they can communicate with Luffy was if Sanji was there.

idk about u but this seems to be a lot of care from Nami to Sanji  👀

I just love how a lot of people like to say how Sanji and Nami interactions are pure gag, but once they have an actual gag moment, they choise to take it seriously, yes, i’m talking of this one:

I mean, Sanji’s reaction should be enough to understand this was a comedy moment, right?

Oh, are you complaining because Nami talked about how scared she was? How is that a problem? Didn’t Chopper do the same?:

But then again, the Chopper panel is also part of the first one i posted here (the one with Nami), so i guess you people also didn’t saw it…

…or it is only a bad thing if Nami do it?

Oh wait, were you waiting for something more deep? Don’t worry, is going to happen:

But first, we need to ruin a tea party  👌