she looks so hot in this performance

Thank you for 9,000 followers! Here’s a ficlet about Mari being protective of her little brother.

“Hopefully you can help me,” said the man on the phone with the funny accent. “My name is Victor Nikiforov, and I’m looking for Yuuri Katsuki. He said his family owns a hot springs resort, so I looked up the phone number on the internet. Can you tell me if I have the right place?”

Mari almost hung up immediately without offering a response. Ever since Yuuri had inadvertently become a viral video star after performing one of Victor Nikiforov’s routines, the onsen had gotten more than a few prank calls. One person had pretended to be a reporter but had instead turned out to be one of Victor’s crazy fans. Apparently this new caller wanted Mari to believe he was Victor Nikiforov himself.

Yeah, right.

“Yuuri’s my brother,” she said, a little heat in her tone.

“Oh, great!” the prankster said. “Could I speak with him please?”

Mari rolled her eyes. Was that supposed to be a real Russian accent? This guy’s impression of Victor was pathetic.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Idk if this is unpopular but I prefer taylena to all of Taylors other friendships

I don’t think it’s unpopular, but I totally agree. Don’t get me wrong, I love all of Taylor’s friends, but my heart has and always will belong to taylena. Let’s take a deeper look into this beautiful friendship because why not.

As Selena said to James Corden, she’s the original squad member. In fact, long before the invention of the “squad” and the goals that go with them, two young teens forged a friendship for the history books.

Both of them dated Jonas Brothers, keeping it in the family. A sign of true friendship. Most importantly, this is how they met. Apparently they “clicked and became instant best friends” thank god for Jo Bro dick.

Look at these awkward teenagers circa 2008, it was a dark time for all of us (peace signs, award mirror selfies), but at least they had each other.

Remember when Taylor wore flats and not heels taller than my entire body? Selena does. They look like high school freshman being sent off to their first homecoming dance. It’s fantastic.

And even as those awkward teen years progressed, they managed to stay best friends. Remember 2009/2010? Who doesn’t? Miley was still Hannah Montana, The Jonas Brothers were still wearing their purity rings and the disney kiddos/taylor had new drama every week? Let’s elaborate.

Taylor and Joe broke up, resulting in lots of bad blood

And of course, who could forget the massive feud between Demi/Selena and Miley/Mandy?

So much drama, so little time. But Taylor and Selena remained close throughout this whirlwind of teenage angst, which is not an easy thing to do. 

They look so happy and carefree. True friendship captured, frozen yogurt and all. 

Remember when they went bowling? I truly iconic friendship date. And check out that digital camera!

What I would give to be trapped in this friendship sandwich.

Friends who win people’s choice awards together win life together too. Best friends must have matching trophies, it’s basically law. Another quality moment.

While on her Speak Now Tour, Taylor wrote the lyrics to Selena’s song “Who Says” on her arm. Wow, Just wow. True friendship.

AMAZING. To take things a step further, Taylor invites Selena out while performing in New York to perform “Who Says” together. Such a moment. Definitely one for the books.

The AMA’s. Wow, what a night. Taylor rocking the side ponytail, matching 3d glasses for her and Selena. Lots of awkward dancing.

We can’t forget that this happened

And of course, here we have Taylor playing the awkward 3rd wheel to Selena and the Biebs, an important sacrifice we all must make for the sake of friendship.

The Teen Choice Awards. Look at these fools. Look at them. So happy, so carefree. Holding hands. Supprting each other. I may shed a tear.

Speaking of supporting each other, never forget this gem

Mermaid pose? Nailed it.

Who could forget this day? A vine of them eating ice cream by the beach. Selena’s wearing seen wearing heart shaped sunglasses, similar to the ones Taylor wore in her 22 video.

Of course, who couldn’t forget 22? A song with the secret message: ASHLEY DIANNA CLAIRE SELENA. Wow. A hidden message with Selena’s name for a song about their friendship! Who does that? Taylor does.

Unfortunately Taylor drifted from Ashley, Dianna and Claire. Thankfully, Taylena’s power only increased.

Remember when Taylor was dancing right behind her and she never even noticed?

Here they’re dancing to 1 Direction together, what many consider to be the start of haylor. Of course Selena is apart of this iconic moment.

Hugging it out again

Here we see Taylor speaking for all of us, cringing as she watches Selena’s ex fuckboy try and whirl his way back in. Me too, Taylor.

Some more awkward dancing at awards shows

And when your friend says there’s no way she can beat Miley, there’s only one proper response. One of the few times we get to see Taylor curse and she’s with Selena. Coincidence? Maybe, but probably not.

And here we have Selena being a wonderfully supportive best friend when 1989 came out. Such a heartwarming message. I can’t even get my friends to like my instagram pics.

And as usual, they’re being supportive af at another awards ceremony

And who could forget the most beautiful heartbreaking moment of all time. Taylor’s reaction to Selena’s emotional performance of The Heart Wants What it Wants

But let’s get back to the fun stuff. 

Let’s talk about this lovely compliment

The time they drunkenly danced at the 1975 concert and Taylor posted a video. Truly marvelous.

Or the time they were the cutest couple in met gala history

And then there’s the time they got nail polish with their initials? And referred to it as BFF Birthday Weekend. Cheesy and adorable.

One of Taylor’s riskier fashion ensembles, but Selena was there to support her anyways. That’s friendship.

How about the time Selena imitated Taylor performing and NAILED IT

Of course, we can’t forget the Bad Blood video. Two bad ladies slaying my ass, dressed in S&M gear and surrounded by flames

And the reaction video they made when it won a Grammy, both of them crying tears of joy BECAUSE THEY ARE GENUINELY HAPPY FOR EACH OTHER WHEN SOMETHING GOOD HAPPENS

An iconic moment at the 2015 VMA’s, the night of the bad blood release. How to ignore your douchy ex when he performs at an awards show, presented by taylena

And more supportive friendship hugging of course

This next one is perhaps the most important, why? BECAUSE I WAS THERE. Here I am enjoying a lovely evening at the 1989 tour at the staples center in LA when Taylor brings out the ONE AND ONLY SELENA GOMEZ SO THEY CAN PERFORM SELENA’S NEW SONG TOGETHER, BOTH OF THEM LOOKING HOT AS HELL AND SLAYING MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE.

Remember when Selena once again praised Taylor for how fantastic she is via instagram?

Or when Selena shared her special blanket via snapchat, which she takes on tour for when she’s homesick. It’s covered with pictures of her loved ones, at least 2 squares containing pics with Taylor. A literal friendship quilt. Someone call Leslie Knope, she’d lose her shit.

Let’s not forget Selena’s carpool karaoke, where she not only admitted that she considers herself the OG squad member, but danced it out to Shake it Off

And, of course, the night to end all nights for Taylena: The 2016 Grammy Awards.

When they OWNED the red carpet together

When this wonderful moment happened

And this adorable shimmy. What are they doing? Idk but I love it.

Don’t forget platonic friendship cuddles

And a little private shade 

But most importantly, Selena’s reaction when Taylor won album of the year, crying tears of joy for her best friend and shredding my emotions into a million pieces

And watching as she accepts her award, like a proud sister

And finally

Selena tweets in Taylor’s defense the night of the kimye scandal and gets dragged to hell and back for it. talk about a ride or die damn

And at Taylor’s final awards show of 2016, as well as her final awards show of the 1989 era, we have Selena presenting Taylor her award for album of the year. Look how proud she is. Look at these idiots.

And here we have Taylor being her usual supportive self, cheering Selena’s name from her sofa as she watches her win the award for best pop artist at the AMA’s. Same, Taylor. Same.

In conclusion, Taylena is the most iconic friendship ever to exist, they invented loving and supporting one another and have destroyed my life on a regular basis since 2008 god bless them

anonymous asked:

Can I ask you something? Im genuinely curious. I hated the Joss Whedon Wonder Woman script and while I am in noway defending it (I've hated Whedon long before this) it got me thinking. Is it ever possible for a male writer to write a female character in a sexy way that won't be considered objectifying and "male gazey"? As an aspiring writer I write male characters in sexual ways ALL the time, if I ever wrote a female character like that, would that be considered sexist? What should I do?

It might sound obvious, but the trick is to write her first and foremost as a human being, rather than an object designed for the viewer’s pleasure. For example, here is Joss Whedon’s introductory description of Diana from the unused script:

This paragraph tells us nothing about Diana as a person. We learn that she is beautiful, that she is “curvaceous”, that she has a body like a “drawn bow”. Our first impression of her is entirely appearance-based. She’s not a person - she’s a pretty ornament. The description of her as “elemental” might seem respectful, but all it really does is alienate her and prevent her from having to adhere to the same standards as the rest of us. The Amazons in the final, released version of Wonder Woman are all the more impressive because they are not inhumanly beautiful. They are real women, complete with crow’s feet and cellulite, dressed for practicality rather than aestheticism. Contrast that with Joss Whedon’s descriptions:

You see the difference? 

The other thing you have to be careful about is using a flimsy narrative excuse to place your female characters in sexual situations that are both unnecessary and wildly out of character. (For example, the age-old trope of the woman resolving a tricky situation by using her body as a distraction.) Here’s an extract from the scene where Diana draws the attention of Bacchus (Whedon’s planned antagonist) by dancing seductively:

Diana is the protagonist of the film; it’s her name in the title. So why are we seeing her exclusively through the eyes of the male protagonists? When a woman dances, she doesn’t typically think of herself as “ethereal” or “wicked sexy”, just as when a woman gets dressed she doesn’t typically spend a lot of time thinking about how great her boobs look or how curvy her hips are. Our image of Diana here is entirely filtered through Joss Whedon’s personal lens, and it’s clear that he doesn’t see her as an immensely powerful woman who happens to be beautiful, but rather an immensely beautiful woman who happens to be powerful - and who chooses to employ her sexual appeal, rather than her wits or her strength, to get what she wants. If you are attempting to write a female character who is both attractive and sexual without objectifying her, it’s key that she defines herself as such, rather than being non-consensually defined by others. For context, here’s a line from series 7 of Doctor Who:

While I personally quite like Clara Oswald, this exchange highlights a very real and ongoing problem with Moffat’s writing. He has a need to control the images of women he presents to us, to filter them through the eyes of a man - and by doing so he removes their autonomy. 

It might also be worth considering whether your character’s sexual appeal is really a necessary part of the story. If it doesn’t add anything, then why is it there? Does it provide a new dimension to our understanding of the character, or is it simply present to reassure the audience that yes, she killed three men and it was badass, but most importantly she looked really hot while doing it? Peggy Orienstein says it better than I can: “Sexualisation is about performance and being desirable to others. Sexuality is understanding and connecting to your own desire.” (source)

New Year’s Celebration(MATURE)

“I am so sorry Justin, but I really can’t make it.” Y/N spoke into her phone, trying to keep herself from laughing.

“But you promised.” Justin whined.

“I know I did and I am very sorry for cancelling the last minute, but I will try to catch a next flight tomorrow or day after.”

Justin sighed, she pictured him frowning and messing his quiet long hair. “All right, okay, fine. But try to come as soon as possible.”

“I promise I will. Love you. I wish you all the best tonight.”

“Thanks babe, love you, bye.”

Y/N couldn’t wait to hung up so she could burst out of laughter. “You know you’re a real bitch, right?” Alfredo asked joining Y/N.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and laughed some more. “This way is better. Paparazzi won’t expect me, neither will the fans. I can walk freely.”

“But don’t you feel bad, like, don’t know, he will be bummed because you’re not there to support him?”

“I thought about it, yeah, trust me this way is better. He will be happier to see me.”

Alfredo shrugged his shoulders “What do I know.”

Y/N took her phone and scrolled through instagram a little bit. Just as she was scrolling through one fans Bieber page, she got a text from Justin.

Bout to go on stage, really wish you were here.”

She decided not to respond, making it more convenient that she was busy doing, god knows what.

Few minutes later, they landed in Miami. The car was already waiting for Alfredo and Y/N. it was already 11.35 p.m. She was hoping that by the time, they arrive to Fontainebleau, it won’t be past midnight.

She wanted to celebrate new year with him, but considering the traffic, she might be late.

They arrived at 11.56 p.m. Y/N took her hills off and sprinted as fast as she could. In the distance, she could hear Justin’s voice getting louder and louder.

She bumped few people on the way, but thankfully, nobody stopped her to ask who she is. Once she reached the back stage, she gave herself a few seconds to catch a breath and put her hills back on.

That’s when she heard the countdown. “Eight, seven, six.” She fixed her hair and rushed on stage. She was hopping she looks okay. “Happy New Year.” Justin screamed into microphone.

He was about to say something when Y/N hugged him from behind, whispering into his ear. “Happy new year, babe.”

Quicker than a lighting, Justin turned around, enormous smile shining over his face. He placed his hands on her checks, pulling her into kiss.

The crowd behind them was going wild. Seemed like everybody had a great time.

“Happy new year.” He mumbled into kiss.

Once they separated from the kiss, he pulled her into a hug, placing his lips right next to her left ear. “You’re gonna wish you didn’t pull this little prank on me, baby girl. Just wait till we get to the dressing room. If we even make it to there.”

He kissed her ear and moved away, facing her with the most innocence smile. Y/N’s heart started pounding faster than ever, and she felt heat spreading all over her body. She wasn’t sure if she will be able to wait so long.  

She bit her lip, she was speechless. She wanted him, now, and not a moment later.

“Oh don’t give me those sex eyes, honey.” Justin said and turned to face the crowd.

“Give it up from my incredibly hot girlfriend everybody.” Y/N smiled and waved at the crowd.

She turned around and walked backstage, finding a good position to watch the rest of Justin’s performance.

He looked so good while he performed, and also very happy. Her eyes observed every single one of his moves. Soon she got distracted with the thoughts of Justin’s hot and wet mouth, tracing all the way from he swallowed lips to her clit.

She pushed her thighs together ease the urge she felt, just a little bit.

She was so distracted with her own dirty thoughts, that she didn’t even notice Justin’s performance being over, and him now walking towards her.

Once he was standing right in front of her, she lifted her head and bit her lip. He placed his finger under her chin and pushed her up. His eyes focused on her lips, but he didn’t make a move.

When she tried to make one, he simply backed away, meeting her gaze with a smirk playing over his lips.

“You see, you’ve been a very, very bad girl today. Teasing me with “I can’t make it” and your little outfit.” Justin got closer to Y/N, lowering his voice so only she could hear him.

“I know you want my tongue around your little tight pussy, my fingers playing with your hard nipples, my dick in your mouth. I know you want all of that baby girl, but daddy, you see, he wants to teach his little girl a lesson, yeah. Which is, never tease daddy.” Justin licked his lips, once again letting a smirk play over his lips.

Y/N sighed loudly, at that point she just wanted to push him onto the nearest wall and fuck the shit out of him, but that wasn’t possible, considering people in the room and his strength.

She simply nodded, focusing her eyes on the wall behind him with a picture that was supposed to be artwork, but all she saw was one stick and a circle. She really didn’t understand why people called that art.

“Now baby girl, I have to shower, but then we will hit the party.” Justin took her hand and the walked the same way she ran not twenty minutes ago.

As soon as they walked out of the door, she had to put her hand over her eyes, otherwise she would fall from all those flashlights.

Somehow they managed to get to the car without separating and they soon took off. Justin sat as close to Y/N as he physically could, placing his right hand on her thigh, slowly running tips of his fingers over her inner thigh.

The tension was way too much to handle, so she placed her hand on his leg moving it to his dick. She hoped he would change his mind and they would stay in his hotel room.

Justin suddenly grabbed Y/N’s hand, as it was just inches away from his dick and placed it on her leg. To punish her, he moved his hand away and moved in his seat so they weren’t touching anymore.

At that point, Y/N wanted to scream out in frustration, in the corner of her eye she could see Justin smirking before speaking.

“So how did you like my performance?” he turned his head to look at her.

She was pissed and not really in the mood to talk, she only shrugged her shoulders and simply added. “It was okay.” Turning her head towards the window.

By his voice, she could tell he wasn’t pleased with the answer. “It was okay?” He asked under the breath. “That’s all?” she didn’t respond.

If he could tease her, she could give him a silent treatment.

“So that’s how’s going to be, huh darling? All right, I’ll take it.”

From that moment on, neither of them spoke a word to each other. Even though they arrived to the hotel in less than three minutes, to Y/N it seemed like it was half an hour.

She quickly opened her door, which usually Justin does for her, but she wanted to piss him off as much as she could. Two can play this game.

She heard him mumble something under the breath but she didn’t bother to wait for him. She quickly walked towards the elevator, waiting for it to open.

Justin immediately caught up with her, placing his hand on her lower back, but just for brief five seconds. The door opened and they walked in, each standing on their side of the elevator.

They quickly walked out, reaching the room number 265. Justin unlocked it and she followed him in. she threw herself onto the bed and closed her eyes.

She could feel Justin’s look all over her body and when she hoped that he would change his mind, he walked into the bathroom.

She groaned and took her phone out. She opened snapchat and tried out which new idiotic filters where there. After she posted few selfies, she saw she had a missed call from her mother, so she rang her.

“Happy new year, honey.” Her mother yelled into phone. Y/N could tell she was a bit tipsy.

“Happy new year, mom. Having fun in LA?”

“Oh it’s great here. There’s a lot of young hot boys here.” Y/N could hear her father in the distance yelling something at her. “Whatever Y/F/N” She simply yelled.

At that point Justin walked out of bathroom, his hair messy and a towel wrapped around his waist. Y/N sat up and ran her eyes all over his body, scanning him, from his head to his tiptoes.

“So are you two having fun?” Y/M/N voice shook her from her daydream. “Mhm” Y/N mumbled into the phone.

“We’re just about to head to the party.”

“Well tell Justin hi and have a good time. P.S. it’s time for me to become grandma.”

“Y/M/N” Y/n’s father yelled and Y/N just chuckled.

“All right mom, have fun. Love you.”

Y/N hung up and look in Justin’s direction. He was now fully dressed, wearing a hat, black shirt, same colour jacket and white shorts.

“Ready?” he simply asked.

“Mom said hi.” He nod and started walking out.

He let Y/N go first and placed his hand on her lower back. This time the ride down wasn’t so unpleasant and soon they were at the party.

They separated very quickly, Y/N headed to the bar, ordering herself a strong Martini, while Justin went somewhere, only god know where.

“What is a girl like you doing alone on New Year?” a deep voice asked Y/n and she slowly rotated herself to face a very good looking guy.

He was tall, bit taller than Justin, black hair with bluest eyes Y/N has ever seen. She shyly smiled at him.

“Well I lost my boyfriend somewhere.” Y/N simply answered, hoping that will send him away.

But he didn’t seem to recognise what she said, rather he showed at the chair next to her, and she just nodded. A little company won’t hurt, she was getting bored anyway.

“I am Tony”

“Y/N. Nice to meet ya.”

“Oh trust me pleasure is all mine.” She smiled at his flirtatious comment and carried on. They talked for solid fifteen minutes, he made he laugh so much, her stomach actually started to hurt.

She felt familiar hand on her back. “Hi I am Justin. The boyfriend.” Justin offered his hand to Tony. His face was cold as ice, and Y/n knew he was beyond pissed and jealous.

“So you’re the one that leave this fine lady, all alone. Damn bro, you should keep a close eye on that masterpiece.” Tony said shaking his hand.

Y/n felt Justin’s grip getting tighter after Tony’s comment. She could tell his ego was hurt, and she was hoping he would just bit his tongue and let go. But she knew Justin.

“You might wanna watch your mouth, this is my girlfriend you’re talking to.”

“Hey man, I’ve said nothing bad about your girlfriend.” Tony lifted his hands up, clearly showing he wants no trouble.

“Tony it was nice meeting you, but I think you should leave now. Thanks for the company, I appreciate it.” Y/N said.

Tony nodded and smiled, then walked away. Y/N exactly knew what was following, and honestly she wasn’t in the mood for it.

“So I let you off for five minutes and you already find a new guy?”

She turned her head to face him, with the most annoyed facial expression she could make. “Don’t you even dare to start anything. He was at least making me company, unlike someone here.”

“So you wanna fuck him?” Justin asked arrogantly.  

“Fuck off Justin, go back to those bitches that you were with all this time. You ain’t gonna ruin this night for me.” Y/N said and walked away.

“Where you going?” Justin asked walking behind her.

“Somewhere where no one is going to bother me.”

“Y/N where the fuck are you going? Answer me.” Justin raised his voice. She turned on her tiptoes, lifting her hand to slap him, but she stopped herself just in time.

“Go on, slap me. Go on, do it.” he provoked her, stepping closer to her. Y/N rolled her eyes, groaned and started walking towards his room.

“So you’re just gonna walk away?”

“What do you want Justin? There is no more that needs to be said or discussed.”

“Oh yes there is.”

She picked her pace and walked even faster. Soon she was in front of his room door, waiting for him to unlock them, but he didn’t seem to hurry anywhere.

“And what would we need to discuss anymore?”

“You giving that guy sex eyes.” Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. All night he keeps teasing her, she is about to explode and now he gives her his jealous attitude.

It was kinda sexy, but all she wanted was to cum, not fight. So she pulled him closer, grabbing his jacked and connecting their lips.

He pushed her against the doors, one hand placing on her side, while unlocking the door with other. He pushed her inside, closing the door with his leg.

He moved away from kiss and took his jacket off. Y/N placed her hand around the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He observed her while her hands traced up and how his chest.

He moved his hands on her back, unzipping her dress, letting it hit the floor and revealing her naked body. “You are so beautiful.”  Y/N felt her cheeks burning up.

Justin pushed Y/N onto bed and climbed over here. He connected their lips once again, while placing his hand over her clit, making little circles around it.

Y/N moaned into the kiss. “So wet.” Justin mumbled into kiss, pushing his tree finger into her. She groaned from sudden pleasure.

Justin moved his lips to her hard nipples, nibbling on each. She pushed her head deeper into the pillow, digging her nails into silky sheets.

He stick his tongue out and slowly traced it all the way to her pussy. He placed few kisses around her entrance, before connecting his lips with her clit.

Y/N screamed out in pleasure, shutting her eyes and enjoying the moment. She pushed her hips higher, but he placed his strong hand on her sides and held her down.

He hummed into her entrance, which only send shiver all over her body.

Suddenly he got up and she whined at the feeling of emptiness. He took his shorts off, exposing his grown length.

He took his dick in his hand and simply demanded. “Suck.”

Y/N got up and quickly took his dick into her mouth, never leaving his gaze. His mouth fell open, little ‘fuck’ leaving his lips.

She sucked slowly, swirling her tongue around the tip, but Justin grabbed her hair and moved her head faster and rougher.

She knew he was close, so he pulled her away, pulling her up for a rough kiss.

Y/N pushed Justin onto bed, she placed her legs on each side and took his dick into her hands and placed it in front of her entrance. She slowly pushed herself down, adjusting his length inside her.

She placed her hands onto his chest and started moving her hips in a circle. He griped her sides, groaning.

“Keep doing that, baby girl.”

Y/N slowly started to bounce her hips up and down, eventually picking up the pace. Their moans were getting lost in hot, steamy air that their bodies produced.

Justin’s eyes focused on her bouncing boobs, moving his hands to cup them, giving them a good squeeze. Y/N moaned loudly.

“You are so fucking hot, you know that, right?”

Justin got up, placing his hands on her back, taking her breast in her mouth, nibbling on her sensitive nipples. Sucking around her nipples, making sure to leave deep, purple marks, only visible to him.

Y/N felt her stomach clenching, her thighs started shaking. She was so close.

“Mhm, s-so cl-o-o-se. Please le-t me c-u-um.” Y/N said quietly, in between thrusts.

“Oh you wanna cum, baby girl? I don’t think so.” Justin picked her up and turned around, hovering her. He pulled his dick out, only to slam into her with his full rage.

Y/N screamed his name, almost cumming, but somehow managing to hold it back. With each thrust it became harder and harder for her to hold back. Because with every thrust he managed to hit her g-spot.

“Please, Justin” Y/N cried out.

“What? What do you want?” Justin demanded.

“Please let me cum.”

“I don’t know Y/N, only good girls get to cum, but you were a very, very bad girl today.”

Y/N moaned loudly, she knew that if she won’t cum in next thirty seconds, she will explode.

“But I think you have learned your lesson. Cum baby girl, cum hard.”

Her orgasm hit the climax, Y/N’s eyes rolled, her back arched, and she digged her nails into his muscles. She screamed his name as loud as she could, feeling like her lounges will leave her body.

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come.”

He rid of her orgasm as his was close, his thrust became sloppier, harder and deeper. He groaned her name loudly, emptying himself into her.

Justin collapsed next to Y/N, both trying to calm down their breathing.

Rockin’ in Rio

I swear I am finishing Neighbors 5 but I’m in such a fluff mood, guys, it’s crazy! I just wasn’t able to write smut the other day and after watching Maroon 5′s set at Rock in Rio I had to get this out… bear with me! And get ready for some fluff! xo

“Geoff, I’m so emotional!” Jo whispers, gripping Geoff’s arm, looking on as Shawn performs ‘Never Be Alone’ in front of 120,000 people at Rock in Rio, the crowd a sea of lights.

Keep reading

Unconventional (Harry Styles x Reader)

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Summary: The reader is goes to a wedding after her long term boyfriend breaks up with her. She’s bitter, but when she’s sat next to a handsome stranger, the night begins to look up for her

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Drinking

Keep reading

So I saw Dear Evan Hansen for the second time on Saturday, August 26th at 2:00PM. Colton Ryan was on as Evan and Lisa Brescia was on as Heidi, but the rest of the cast was all OBC. The first time I saw the show it was the full OBC. I’m going to be honest with you all and say I liked the second time better.

It may have something to do with the fact I had seen it before and was able to soak in a little bit more since it wasn’t the first time, or that my memory of the first time has faded, but still.

I’m not say Colton is better than Ben, or that Ben is better than Colton in any way. I enjoyed both performances thoroughly and would pay good money to see either of them again.

The entire cast was so on point. With Ben, they all have it down to a science. The cast has been doing this together for so long that it’s almost like they can read each other’s minds. It’s a well oiled machine and it’s a beautiful piece of theatre that I’ll never forget seeing all OBC, but Colton took a lot of risks. And the others really bounced off of him really well, especially Mike.

Mike played a mean Connor. Even when he went to sign Evan’s cast, he was rude. We never saw a softer side of Connor, it was just rude the whole time. And even when he came back to talk to Evan as Ghost Connor or whatever he was much harsher. I was pretty shocked by this, but also pleasantly surprised by it as well.

Will was fantastic, as always ;) but you could really see how hurt he was during Good For You. It was bomb. His ability to read the stage and drop his quips right on time is impeccable.

Kristolyn’s Waving Through A Window was the prettiest part of the whole show. Damn girl. Alana was very lost during the beginning less pushy or distracted? If that makes sense.

The first time I saw the show, Laura’s performance was good, but she really didn’t stand out much, but this time, HOT DAMN her Requiem was FELT. The tears were real. The emotion was so raw I could hardly contain myself. Only Us was absolutely precious and she was just phenomenal.

Jennifer broke my heart. She was amazing both times I’ve seen her and honestly plays her role so well. I think she was really over looked this award season. She’s outstanding.

MICHAEL FREAKING PARK. I didn’t think he could get better honestly. The first time I saw it I was so shook. Like I knew he was good, but I didn’t know he was THAT GOOD. and then Saturday…HE WAS EVEN BETTER. I think he was actually crying during the Principal office Scene which was different. Like he was showing emotions so much earlier than before. Larry can be an ass, but depending on when you see the show, you might like him more than others.

I will say that I enjoyed Rachel’s take on Heidi more. Lisa has a fantastic voice, and her So Big/So Small was amazing, but she played a much stricter Heidi. A meaner mother, no, a more entitled mother. Reminded me a little too much of my own I think.

Now Colton. My boy. First of all, he’s a total sweetheart. Take to my several times at the stagedoor. Made sure to thank everyone, maybe overly so. Saw him again the next morning when a young girl was giving him presents before he went in for work and he was so kind and understanding. It really was very sweet. NOW the performance!
He plays a lot younger than Ben does. Like A LOT younger. Colton can definitely pull of being a 17 year old. His voice is much younger (and his southern twang comes out sometimes and it’s so beautiful) but still mature at the same time. He’s much softer at the beginning. Like anxiety is a lot of Evan’s character through Ben, but Colton’s Evan is obviously a very kind and soft spoken even without the anxiety. During Sincerely Me he hugged Mike around the waist instead of putting his arm around his shoulder and it was ADORABLE. But then he got to Good For You and just completely changed. He went at Jared with such force. It was incredible. He shows his anxiety a lot more through facial expressions and posture. There is a lot less shirt tugging, but he does shake his hand and leg(when he’s sitting) he has a very Theater voice(like someone let this boy sing some opera) whereas Ben’s is more radio. Absolutely loved his performance, oh! and he did air drums on the way out after curtain call XD

All in all the show is fantastic and I’m extremely grateful to have even seen it once, but I’m honestly floored that I had the privilege to see it twice. If you get a chance to see it and the standbys are on, know you’re in for a treat. It may not be Ben Platt, but it will be better than anything you could ever imagine.

(I’ve also heard Michael Lee Brown is amazing as well, and he’s probably the nicest person I’ve ever met so love to him as well)

Offensive Humor (Sincerely Three x Reader)

a/n; this kinda sucks but i got my first request woo!! feel free to send in requests if you want to!!

request;  Can you do something with the boys with a reader who is a comedian who writes songs and stuff? (Like Bo Burnham)

warnings; mild swearing

wc; 1.2k (i kinda got carried away whoops) 

You let out a nervous sigh, waiting for your name to be called in front of hundreds of people. You’ve performed at bars, clubs, tiny arenas, but nothing anywhere as big as this place!! You were just starting to get really well known for your comedy and comedic songs, gaining a larger fanbase on social media and a lot more people coming to see you perform.

“Ladies and gentleman, please welcome Y/n Y/l/n!!” You heard being announced over the speakers. You ran onto the stage and smiled and waved at everyone before standing right in the middle of it. Applause and cheers roared through the stage, which made you feel more confident.

“I just wanted to start off with saying thank you all for coming out tonight,” you spoke into the mic, “I would make an unnecessary gay joke about coming out… butt fuck it,” You faked a laugh into the microphone, earning some laughs.

You continued your newly-written routine while looking into the audience. You looked in the front row and saw an anxious-looking guy in a cast, fiddling with his blue shirt with his eyes still fixated on you. Next to him was a guy with insanely long legs, who you thought looked came right out of Hot Topic. The boy next to him was your average high school nerd.

“So if you don’t mind, I’m going to play you a little song. I call this one A World On Fire,” you said into the microphone that was resting on top of your piano. You took a deep breath as if you were going to sing something beautiful, while instead you pounded on the keys and screamed repeatedly into the microphone. “This next one is a song that means a lot to me, it’s called Sad”

You played your songs and crappy little jokes, and before you knew it the hour you had to perform was up. “Thank you so much for coming!” You smiled as you turned to walk off the stage. People cheered and whistled, which made you feel so happy.

You went backstage to regain yourself, that was such a rush!! It was amazing, you were glad you were given the opportunity to make people laugh through doing something you love so much. After a minute of deep breaths and almost passing out, you pulled out your phone to tweet something.

If you saw me perform tonight - meet me at the front entrance! We can talk and stuff :D

You peeped out front and saw quite a people lined up. This was going to be fun…

You grabbed your sharpie and headed outside, immediately followed by cheers and people saying your name. Almost immediately, you saw the three boys that were sat in the front row, “She looked at me!!” The nerdy one yelled to the long-legged Hot Topic man. You smiled at him before starting to take pictures with people and sign their things.

You eventually made you way down to them, and the nerdy looking guy was practically losing his shit. “Okay you’re my favorite comedian! You’re super funny,” he smiled and nodded at you. You blushed and gave him a cute little smile, “thank you so much!!”

“Honestly, I think your comedy is quite offensive and triggering.” Hot Topic mumbled. Well so much for everyone being nice.

“Sorry you feel that way, Hot Topic.” You faked a smile. The nerdy guy laughed at your remark, while the tall boy just rolled his eyes. You looked at the boy with the cast and he looked like he was going to pass out.

“Is he okay?” You asked, pointing towards him. Hot Topic responded that he has anxiety and he hates crowds, but he looked really pale and unwell. “Okay, I’m going to let you guys go backstage with me so he can get some water, stay right here,” you mumbled.

“Thank you all so much for coming! Good night!” You waved to everyone. You took the anxious boy by his unbroken hand and led him inside with his two friends following. Eventually you two were backstage, where things were a lot calmer.

“You okay?” You asked him again. He gave you a small nod in response. “It’s going to be okay. I know crowds are really overwhelming. I used to have really bad anxiety too.”

“But yet again you bash people with depression by saying completely shitty things about it.” Hot Topic interrupted again.

“Okay, Hot Topic-”

“I have a name, you know.”

“Okay, what is your name then?” You questioned him, then mumbled Hot Topic underneath your breath.

“The name is Connor. I would say pleasure to meet you, but it’s really fucking not.” He shot you a fake smile. You rolled your eyes then turned to the nerdy looking kid (who was trying his best to stay calm). “And you? What’s your name?”

“I’m Jared. I wouldn’t worry about Connor, he just doesn’t appreciate offensive humor like us,” he nodded and slightly raised his eyebrows. You chuckled at him and nodded.

“Hey, what’s your name?” You asked the last boy. He nervously looked up at you with anxiety filled in his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. “I-I’m E-Evan,” he stuttered. “Hi Evan, I’m Y/n,” you put out your hand for him to shake it and he wiped his hand on his jeans before actually touching you.

“He’s touching her oh my god!!” The boy now known as Jared tried to quietly squeal, but completely failed.

“So, do you guys want to hang out here for a while? Unless if you have somewhere to be.. you guys just seem pretty cool so why not?” You offered. Connor was about to speak before Jared shoved him back to answer for him. “We’d love to!”

You spent the rest of the night talking to the boys, and they were the most interesting guys you’ve met in a long time. Each boy was remarkably different - but you liked that about them. You found out that they were also seniors in high school (you graduated a year early so you could pursue comedy and music), and it was super nice to make some friends and not constantly talk to tour managers.

At the end of the night, the three of you exchanged numbers - which practically killed Jared when he saw you touch his phone and put your actual phone number in there. You also made a promise that you would come see them once things were calmer for you.

“Bye Jared!” You happily hugged him, almost making him melt. You moved onto Evan, “is it okay if I hug you?” You smiled at him. He then wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a hug. “T-thank you for… for um.. helping me earlier,” he told you as he let go, not making eye contact. “Anytime!” You patted his shoulder and gave him a gentle smile.

Then there was Connor.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye Hot Topic,” you shrugged at him. He nodded and put his hand out for you to shake it, you shook it in a heartbeat. They all turned around to leave before Connor turned around to tell you something.

“Oh.. and your comedy isn’t that bad. I was just.. being a dick.. it’s kind of my thing,” he bit the inside of his cheek.

“It’s okay Connor,” you nodded. His eyes lit up when he heard you say his name, making you blush. You waved him goodbye, and just like that, the door was shut and they were gone.

When She Was Mine

Part 1: The Meeting

Tyler Joseph X Reader

A/N: okay so this was not a requested thing, but i had this (hopefully) brilliant idea to combine two of my favorite things which is a tv show and a movie…. This will be a fluffy/angsty fic. It will have several parts, given that each part reaches at least 100 notes (bc I’ve been feeling discouraged about my writing lately). So reblog this and let me know if you would like me to continue and spread it around for all the people to see!!!

Keep reading

Never date a singer!

So, my loves… this one is inspired by Shawn’s performance at the BBC Radio 1 Big Weekend in Hull, England. Hope you enjoy!

“Never date a singer. Or an actress.”

“But whatever happens, Shawn, don’t fall for a singer!”

Shawn has been used to do what his management told him.

Do that photoshoot!

Go on that TV show!

Smile for the cameras, Shawn! Yes, beautiful!

But when it came to his dating life, he didn’t accept any intrusions. Not from his friends, and surely not from his management.

Keep reading


Playboy!Namjoon Pt. 7

(Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/ Pt. 6)

{Warning: smut ahead!}

The thing was, you loved Jackson. Jackson was your best friend, having met you when still were a trainee at your former agency, and working his way into a friendship like he always did with every English speaker he could find. It was him who suggested you to a manager at JYPe when you had decided to leave the dream of being a singer behind, he was also the one who refused to let you give up. He was also the one who actually made you go to the damn meeting with the producer himself to discuss the matters of your contract.The two of you had grown so close together he knew what you were feeling before yourself did.

The thing also was, you really didn’t want to go to his birthday party. Which was terrible of you. Jackson deserved the world and you couldn’t even find in yourself the will to get ready to wish him a happy birthday, maybe sing a little song and leave the famous people infested party. The netizens comments on you weren’t good. They could be worse, sure, just the immature stans were saying bad things, but you knew these fans weren’t the whole fandom. After the official statement your agency had made, the comments seemed to dim down.

But you still were silly enough to look at the comment section of that stupid article. Big mistake. That had ruined your mood, killed your appetite and will to move away from your bed. Which was why you had called in the big weapons.

You had called Hyejin, the only one who could pretty much kick your ass into the right place when you were being like this. She was soon knocking on your door, leaning against the corridor wall all dramatic in her red dress, smiling at you like the cat who ate the canary.

She lost her smile the second she saw the state you were in. You had just taken a shower, your hair was roughly dried with your hair dryer, looking like a mess and your face wasn’t any better. You had dark circles for days, which made you look a little bit like a zombie.

“Oh my God, you look like actual shit.”

“That’s nice.” you snorted, stepping aside for her to come in. “You look like an actual goddess.  That’s not fair at all.”

Rolling her eyes so hard at you wondered if she could see her brain, she threw an arm around you. You weren’t lying. Hyeji was probably one of the most beautiful women on Earth, and the tight red dress made her look even more like the femme fatale she was known to be. She leads the way to your room, sitting you in the chair in front of your desk, already reaching for your makeup drawer to start working on you, “Tell me what’s bothering you, sweetie.”

If there was someone you trusted to be impartial about all your problems was her. Hyejin always spoke her mind, and even if it sometimes hurt you, she was mostly always right. She had taken you out of a lot of emotional dumps just by listening to you and telling, as logically as possible, in what ways you were being stupid and for that, you loved her fiercely. So you told her. About Sehun approaching you again, about Namjoon and you and whatever the hell it was that was happening between you two and…

“He hasn’t texted me in, like, 4 days? Which is odd, because I can’t think of anything that I’ve done that could have gotten this reaction from him. And I mean, he doesn’t have to text me every day, but I thought we were friends, y’know?”

“Honey,” she said, looking at you like you were younger than her, and not actually her older by good six months. “you can’t be casual and be friends. I love you, you know that right? So don’t get me wrong when I say you should think about what you feel for him. And don’t even come at me with that ridiculous I don’t feel nothing that I know you’re about to say. You are probably one of the most talented, amazing and loving persons I know, and if that asshole thinks he can ignore you for days and you’re still gonna go running to him he can think twice.”

You blinked a little as she applied highlighter on the high points of your face. “I don’t go running to him, though. He’s the one who usually comes here.”

She gave you a knowing look. “Still. You’re a strong woman, Y/N. Don’t let those ridiculous antis get to you. It’s your life, you can live how you want to.” she cocked her head, seeming to think a little better. “I mean, without breaking your contract, that is. You don’t have a dating ban, do you?”

You shook your head. You didn’t. Your contract was a little different from the rest of the artists, you knew that. You had specifically asked to not be moved to a dorm, and after your year as a trainee at JYPe, they trusted you enough not to have to legally ban you from dating.

She hummed a little, going to your closet as you start curling the ends of your hair. She had made an excellent job on you, going full glam with the makeup. Your smokey eyes made you look sexy and mysterious, and the highlighter made you absolutely gleam every time you moved your head, it was so different than the soft make-up you usually used when you were performing that it made you look like a new person. You already felt better with just that.

She threw a black bandage dress in your face, making you glare at her. She gave you a very suspicious smile “You’re going to look so hot, Unnie.”

It was your time to roll your eyes. “I’m not trying to look hot, Hyejin-ah. I’m not even gonna stay there for long. Pick some jeans or something, not a dress.”

Pouting a little, she chose high waisted ripped black jeans and a rose cropped top, which was just comfortable enough without looking too effortless. You slipped into the high heels she had waiting for you, checking yourself in the mirror. You did look good, even if you weren’t dressed for the type of party Jackson was famous for throwing.

You smiled at her, your full megawatt smile. You felt ready to go to your Best friend party, even if you didn’t really know a third of the people who would be there.  

The good thing was that the boys’ dorm was literally in the same neighborhood your apartment complex was, in another one of the housing complexes. You and Hyejin only had to walk two blocks, you could even drive if you wanted. You checked the mirror again, feeling a lot more confident than before.

She was the one who drove you two there in the end. After the security at the gates checked if you both were on the list and not some crazy fans trying to crash the party, you both walked to the door of the big house the boys had recently moved in. You could hear the low bass echoing through the walls, making your skin crawl with the beat, all these years of training telling you that you should be dancing, following the beat.

Opening the door, you let your eyes adjust to the low lights, recognizing a few faces in the living room, Hyejin pulling you behind her to say hi to them. You see a familiar set of shoulders, and you reach out your hand grabbing his sleeve.

“Oppa!” you say, smiling widely at the black haired man that was now giving you his famous eye smile.

“Y/N, you look stunning,” Jaebum says as he looks at you from head to toes, whistling low. “Did you find Jackson yet? He asked me about you a while ago.”

“I just got here, I don’t know where he is. Take me to him?”

He nods, extending his hand to you. You take it without hesitation. Like all the rest of GOT7, he felt like family, you were used to the skinship. You waved at a few other Idols that called your name, smiling at them and promising to come back to talk later. You caught what you thought to be a familiar face with the corner of your eyes, but when you tried to identify who was it Jaebum was opening the door to the backyard, where Jackson was surrounded by - guess what- more famous people. You scoffed fondly at him, how he could make that many friends you didn’t know.

The blond haired man screeched your name when he caught sight of you, making all the heads around him turn your way.

“You came! I’m so happy!” he screamed, turning to his side, grabbing the person closest to him, who happened to be his maknae. “Yugyeom! Y/N is here! Arent you happy, we love her don’t we?”

You looked at Jaebum, who shrugged. “He drank a little already, you know how he is.”

You rolled your eyes going to him and hugging him, the familiar perfume making you smile. He spun you around for a second, and you humored him. It was his birthday, after all.

“Happy birthday, Oppa.” you managed to say after he put you down, hugging him tightly. “ Are you having fun?”

He nodded enthusiastically, making you smile again. You loved him, and even more so you loved seeing him happy. “You look so pretty that I’ll forgive you for coming late. Do you want a drink?”

You hesitated for a second, making Jaebum lift his bottle of water to you. “Go ahead, I’ll take you home later if you want, I won’t be drinking today, I lost the ladder game.”

“You’re so unlucky, oppa.” you said pityingly at him, making him ruffle your hair teasingly. You turned back to Jackson, who was excusing himself from his friends. “I’ll take your offer, though.”

Jackson led you to the bar, back inside the house at the kitchen. There was a snack table next to it, you a… puppy ice sculpture on it? You laughed quietly with yourself.

“Two soju bombs, please,” he ordered, turned back at you as the bartender set the glasses of beer on the counter, pouring the two shots of soju and dropping the shot glasses inside the beer. You lift your glass at him.

“Here’s to you, oppa. I hope you can be even more successful this year. I love you, Wang puppy.”

You both gulped down the contents of the drink, one glass alone being able to give you a pleasant buzz. You weren’t a lightweight, so you should be okay for now.

“How are you? I feel like it’s been ages since I last saw you. Are you still rehearsing for the special stage? What song was it again?”

You sighed. Just thinking about all the time you had spent locked in the dance studio made you tired. “It’s Fetish, by Selena. There’s so much floor grinding on it that I don’t know how they’re gonna air it. But I’ve been fine, you don’t have to worry about me, oppa.”

He tsked at you. “You always say that. How about our dearest rapper, are you still seeing him?”

You sucked your bottom lip in, biting at it trying to formulate your answer. “I guess? It’s been awhile since I last saw him. But it’s not like we’re dating, y'know. Were casual.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “I thought you guys cuddled.”

You sighed, ordering rum and coke. “I cuddle you and we’re not dating.”

“We’re not fucking either.” He singsongs, his head quickly turning in the direction of someone else trying to wish him a happy birthday.” Look, try to have fun, alright? Find me if you need anything or Jaebum hyung.”

You waved at him. Focusing on the drink in your hand, you made your way through the crowd, trying to find Hyejin again or at least someone else you were familiar enough with

“Hello, stranger.”

Your hand goes straight to your heart as you turn around and see Chanyeol giving you his dorky grin. You both were friends, and your break up with his group member didn’t change this fact.

“Oppa, you scared me!”  you punched him lightly in the shoulder, noticing a very grumpy looking man beside him, looking at you with curiosity. You bowed awkwardly when you realized who he was. “Sunbaenim.”

Min Yoongi looked at you with a knowing smirk. “Have you been well, Y/N?”

You nod at him, trying to give a confident smile. Did he know about you and Namjoon? “I’ve been well, thanks for asking.”

“Yoongi-yah, have you heard the demo for her new song? I’ve been helping her with her rapping, it’s coming along pretty well.”

Yoongi looked at you again, eyebrow cocked. “You asked Chanyeol for help when you could have just asked Namjoon?”

You faltered a little at the mention of Namjoons name. God, you should really follow Hyejin advice and just sort out your feelings already.

“Oppa can you stop promoting me to every single person you know? You’re even worse than Jackson,” you whined, then turned back to the black haired rapper. “I did not ask him for help, I just sent the song to him to get a second opinion. And Namjoon was busy, why would I bother him?”

Chanyeol frowned a little. “Why would she ask Namjoon for help?”

“Cause they’re dating, that’s why.”  

You almost snorted your drink through your nose, making him laugh at your expression, taking another sip of the drink in his hand. Chanyeol, the traitor, openly laughed at how red you got.

“We’re not dating. Why does everybody thinks I’m dating somebody?” You pointed a finger at the taller man. “Stop laughing you overgrown puppy, we’re not like that.”

“Sure you aren’t,” Yoongi replied, seeming more amused than he should be, voice laced with irony. “Look, send me the song, it won’t kill me to take a look at it. I heard some of your tracks before, you’re pretty talented, it wouldn’t hurt me to help you.”

You bowed again, smiling brightly. “That would be great, I’m a big fan of your mixtape, I cried listening to it.”

He gave you his famous shrug. “I have that effect on people.”

Someone else called you from across the room, so you took your leave.

A blur of a familiar face catches your attention at the corner of the room. Just as tall as you remembered him, Namjoon looked as strikingly handsome as always as he sucked faces with a girl that looked like a model. His hands were gripping her waist as he pinned her against the wall, and you felt sick, sick, sick, a foreign feeling settling in your chest, knocking the air out of your lungs as you turned on your heels and left the room.

You had to get out of there. You had to sort yourself out, because of this feeling, whatever it was, was something you weren’t supposed to have. You weren’t supposed to feel hurt by it. But he was avoiding you, even though you had done absolutely nothing wrong. Even though you two were friends.

You know you two weren’t exclusive, but you never thought he actually was hooking up with other girls. You turned around, going back down to were Hyejin was with some of her other Idol friends. The only one you knew was Jaebum and Jimin. Hyejin looked at you surprised when you simply took the drink from her hand, drinking it all in one long gulp.

“Are you okay?” She asked, taking the cup back. “You look upset.”

You gave her a smile that could only be described as a little maniac.“I’m great. I’m going to dance for a bit then I think I’ll head back home.”

She and Jaebum exchanged a look. The older man looked at you with concerned eyes. “Come get me when you’re ready, ok? I’ll drive you.”

You nod. waving at them ad you made your way to the dance floor, hips already swaying with the beat of the music that was playing. You needed to get your mind off of the image of Namjoon swallowing some girls face, and you knew you could erase all your thoughts while you were dancing.

You could feel the alcohol freeing your movements even more, making your thoughts go hazy and taking your worries off of it. You weren’t drunk, by any means, you were just feeling slightly buzzed.

You soon find a group of female idols gesturing at you to join them, which you happily do so, accepting another drink and doing the slightly unsynchronized choreography of whatever music was playing. When you feel your last drink starting to fade, you make your way to the bar again, tripping over something on the way.

Strong hands catch you before you can even fall down, the scene all too familiar.

“Why are you always tripping in something?”

You look up at Sehun, looking like a model as always. You have to stop yourself from scoffing at him. “That’s cause you’re always in my way.”

He seemed a little amused at that, taking the drink from the bartender and handing it to you. “I was literally behind you. But yeah, I was looking for you, I still want to talk.”

You give him your best stinky eye, which wasn’t that stinky at all, but really adorable. “Why should I talk to you? Last time I talked to you someone started rumors about us again.”

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I know, I’m sorry about that. I just really want to clear the air between us. I’m tired of you avoiding me every time.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, scrutinizing the boy in front of you. He looked sincere, and to be honest you were also tired of all this. You were a little drunk by now, which made it less likely to you killing him. And you were tired of having all those bad feeling about him, hating someone took a lot of energy.

You nod your head, looking around for somewhere you two can talk without having to shout. Seeming to understand what you wanted, Sehun grabbed you arm lightly when you looked a little unstable again in your high heels, guiding you to the kitchen.

You push yourself up on the counter, sitting comfortably. Sehun watches every move you make, his sharp eyes familiar even after all this time. “You can talk, stop staring at me.”

“I’m sorry.” He starts after a second or two, taking a step closer to you, eyes on yours now. “I was wrong about the things I said to you. I was stressed about the group and I took it out on you. I regret the way we broke things off. I didn’t know how to deal with my emotions.”

You feel yourself nodding again. You had lashed out of stress more than once too, you could understand. But even so, his words had hurt you. “Did you mean any of it, though, even a little bit? Me being hard to love, and a clingy pain in the ass?

He winced at the memory. “You’re not any of that. I didn’t mean it, Y/N. You were perfect, I was just stupid, and my manager kept telling me that all my fans would drop me if they knew I was dating you. I just wanted a way out.”

You nursed your drink again, pondering about what he said. You could understand, you were in the same position than him, being an idol it was a scary thing to like somebody. After what seemed like a while, you smiled tentatively at him again. “Okay, Sehun-ah, I forgive you.”

He looked up at you, giving another step forward, getting closer to you. “Really? But why?”

You laughed a little. “I’m trying to be a better person, and hate is not a pretty feeling. But I won’t get back with you, I still don’t understand all that bullcrap at the café.”

“I meant it. I do miss you, and I’m not gonna lie, if we got back together it would be amazing. Do you really don’t feel anything for me anymore?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really know what I feel about anything lately,” you answer truthfully, letting him rest his hands on the counter, trapping you in between them,  watching him as he leans a little bit more towards you.

And maybe you only let him do that because of all the drinks you had, or maybe it was because you saw Namjoon with that girl and you wanted to prove yourself something, or maybe it was because Hyejin had told you to sort your feelings about everything, which was what you decided to do now when he asked, “Do you want me to leave? Is this okay?”

And you shook your head, “Is okay, I want to see if it’s true.”

He smiled at you, bringing his lips to yours, his hands now gripping your hips as he kissed you deeply. And it was… it was nice. Sehun had always been a good kisser, and he felt familiar. He kissed you like he wanted to prove a point, biting your bottom lip and sucking it. It was nice, but…

But he didn’t make your heart skip a beat anymore, didn’t feel like home like he used to in the past. Not like someone else did. You pushed him away lightly, giving him a small smile. “It’s not the same, is it?”

He sighed, sliding both his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, it isn’t.”

You leaped out of you sitting position, sending a wave of dizziness to your head, making him reach out his hand to stabilize you again. “Oh, shit. I should go home before I break my ankle. Did you see where Jaebum went?”

He guided you through the crowd again, earning you two a few stares. You didn’t really mind. You were feeling especially light, in a way that had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with not having a bunch of negative emotions about someone. And yes, you still were kinda hurt by everything he said, but you knew you had made the right decision at being a better person. You had needed closure about that, and you finally got it. Your other feelings you could deal with later.

Namjoon listened to Jackson talk about this new rapper he liked, smiling at his friend. Jackson was so excitable. He looked around discreetly, trying to spot you. He saw you smiling at Yoongi earlier before that girl had pulled him upstairs, offering a smile and the promise of making him forget about all the thoughts of you.

It obviously didn’t work. It didn’t feel right, kissing her, pressing her against the wall.

Heaving a sigh, he focused on his slightly inebriated friend again. He was standing with his back to the door, which was why he heard you before he saw you.

“Oppa,” you called out, making Jackson turn his head in your direction. “where’s Jaebum? I want to go home.”

In the back of his mind Namjoon thought how ridiculous it was, the way you looked straight out of a movie as you walked over to them, avoiding people who were in the way. Being in this field of work he was pretty accustomed to pretty girls in high heels. But you, he thought, looked like something out of this world. He had thought so as well the first time he saw you, nervous-looking but still smiling at your dongsaengs encouragingly as you were walking the way to your first stage, bowing at him and smiling when you two crossed ways.

“Nah, last I saw him he was talking to Youngjae. Do you want me to call you a cab?”

You almost tripped on somebody’s foot, making a hand shot from behind you, keeping you in place. You batted the hand away, turning to say something to the owner of it. With your movements, Namjoon was able to see Sehun behind you, giving an amused smirk at what sounded like an annoyed ‘i’m not gonna trip stop trying to catch me you big tree log”.

And just like when he had seen the photos, he felt something heavy in his chest.

Sehun lifted his hands to show he was giving up, turning around and leaving the room as you rolled your eyes. You turned your attention back to Jackson. your eyes finally registering who was standing beside him.

Your gazed locked in his for a second, full of things he didn’t know how to identify. Before he could say anything, you averted your eyes. “ I can walk home, I’m not drunk or anything and it’s close by anyway.”

You walked over, giving Jackson a hug, smiling at him wishing him a happy birthday again. “Try the next room, but if you’re going alone be careful, okay?”

And before he could say anything, before he could even explain why he hadn’t talked to you in days, you were walking away again.

“She’s really pretty, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon croaks after a second, watching you disappear through the crowd.” she’s breathtaking.”

“I don’t know what happened between you two,” Jackson says, quietly but more serious than Namjoon had ever seen him look, “but you should fix it Namjoon.”

Namjoon gulps down the drink in his hand. “Nothing happened. I don’t fuck with girls with boyfriends, that’s all.”

Jackson frowns, looking over at the taller man again. “She doesn’t. She and Sehun broke up over a year ago. And besides, she never looked at anybody like she looks at you.”

“Oh,” Namjoon whispered, checking his pockets for his phone. “I have to- look, happy birthday, Jackson, but I should-”

“Yeah yeah, go after her.”

After removing your makeup and changing to comfortable clothes, you stand in front of the big windows in your living room, absorbing the moonlight. It wasn’t late, is almost 2, and you weren’t going to be able to sleep if you tried. In the short walk home you had sobered up completely, and now you had to deal with the conflicting emotions you had about Namjoon.

At least you didn’t have to worry about Sehun anymore. You really didn’t feel nothing for him anymore, and he seemed to realize that as well. It would be a good thing, you let your past with him in the past. All the future stages you both could possibly do would be a lot less awkward.

You were still staring at the moon when you heard a tentative knock on the door, making you grab the closest weapon (your tv remote control) before cautiously opening the door.

Namjoon looked at you and to the object in your hands, wielded like a sword.

“Were you planning to turn whoever was at your door off?”

You groan a little embarrassed, stepping aside so he could come in. “I didn’t know it was you.”

Taking his shoes off, he looks at you again. “Why did you leave so early? Weren’t you having fun?”

Again. you focus on anything else but his brown eyes. “Not as much as you. That girl was pretty, by the way. I thought you would take her home, what’re you doing here Namjoon?”

“You’re prettier,” he says, stepping forward and cupping your cheek with his hand, the other going to your waist. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you even though I said I would. I was busy overthinking stuff. I also thought you were dating Sehun.”

“I’m not. “ You clarify quickly. “I’m only seeing you.”

He’s closer now, eyes glued to you, watching you every reaction. His scent surrounds you, making you feel a little dizzy, making your chest hurt a little with the realization of how you had missed him.

You continue after a second of trying to understand what the look in his eyes meant as he stared at you so intensely. “You could have at least said something, it was a dick move, Namjoon-ah. Friends don’t just ignore each other like that.”

“I’m sorry.” He replied sincerely, gulping a little loudly. “I missed you. Can you forgive me? I promise I’ll be a better friend.”

“Okay.” You say easily stepping closer to him, closing the distance between you two. “I missed you too. Did you have fun on tour?

He nodded yes, smiling with relief. “The boys drove me insane half the time and I thought I was gonna lose my voice with all the interviews.”

“Poor you,” you cooed sweetly at him, getting on your tiptoes and lacing your arms around his neck. “must suck to be so smart and know a whole other language fluently.”

He gave one of his laughs at you, the one he did when he was left wordless. “I forgot how bratty you could get.” he fake scoffed at you. “You don’t have any right to say that, you speak even better than me.”

You smiled at him before hiding your face in his neck, kissing the spot where it connected with his shoulder. “Oops, my bad.”

“You’re lucky that with a smile of yours you can get away with anything.”

“I’m not the one with dimples, oppa. I could live in your dimples and die a happy woman.”

He laughed his sponge bob laugh, making you look up at him again. “I really missed you, Y/N.”

You traced his jawline with your fingers, looking at him through your eyelashes, “Show me, then.”

His gaze on your changed at the same time the atmosphere did, becoming dark and heavy with the innuendo of your words. Without saying anything, his grip on your waist tightened as he stepped forward, making you do the same until your back was against your door, his body pressed flush against yours. He reached his arms behind you, palming your ass over one of his oversized shirts you were wearing, making your hips press against his again.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you since I went away. Especially since the last time we facetimed. You looked so good moaning for me all across the world, baby girl.”

You licked your lips, waiting impatiently for him. “I always look good. I look even better moaning live, or did you already forgot it?”

His lips brushed against yours, sending electric shocks all over your skin.

“I remember. Don’t think I’ll ever forget, angel.”

And then he was kissing you, mouth devouring yours, drinking your needy whines as he rutted against you like he hadn’t drink water in a long time.

And this, your heartbeat speeding up, you breathing becoming heavier with each squeeze of his hands against you, was what was missing when Sehun kissed you.

You had gone a month without his touch but now it felt like you were going to die if he didn’t touch you properly already.

“Joon, please. Bed.” you pleaded when he stopped the kiss, moving to your neck, sucking the skin there, sending shivers through your whole body.

“Jump,” he said, hands pushing your butt up. You obeyed, lacing your legs around his waist. This way you were directly grinding at his erection, causing him to hiss as you took your time to suck his neck this time, not caring if you left a mark. Makeup was invented for a reason.

He didn’t waste any time as he lowered you to your bed, taking off his own shirt and pants as quickly as possible. You could see how hard his cock how, stretching the fabric of his grey boxers. You gulped loudly with the promise of him inside of you soon.

He kissed you again, making you sigh against his lips. His hands sneaked inside your shirt, fingers hooking at the seams of your underwear, pushing it down your legs.

And then his fingers are brushing against your sex, sliding against your slit, making him let out a half groan when he realizes how wet he already made you.

Stopping the kiss, he lifts himself up bending the arm his not using, watching you as you moan when he finally push two fingers inside of you, watching you as you arch your back, hand gripping his arm to ground yourself a little.

He smirks when you moan his name loudly, nudging your hips upwards into his touch.

“So eager, angel. Do you like my fingers?”

“Yes, so much. I- ah, Namjoon, please.” you whine, “aren’t you gonna take off my shirt?”

His movements stop, “It’s mine, actually. And no. I told you I was gonna eat you out in my shirt, didn’t I?”

You can only nod, watching him positioning his face between your legs, parting them even more with his hands, pushing your knees up, making you more available to his mouth. His lips traced invisible lines down your already wet folds, making your breath hiss.

His tongue circled your clit slowly, going down flat, the tip of it playing with your entrance. He lifts his head a little, looking you straight in the eyes. “You taste so good angel, do you want me to fuck you with my mouth?”

“Yes, “ you say, voice uneven and raspy with desire. “please, oppa. “

He smiled again, and suddenly his dimples didn’t look so cute anymore. He attacked you with his mouth again, sucking hard at your already swollen clit, licking it like his sole purpose on earth was to make you cum in his mouth. And you were already so close with only his fingers that when his tongue enters you this time, pressing against the spot that had you moaning, his thumb now working on the bundle of nerves, making you come so hard your legs were still shaking when he deemed he had tasted your juices enough.

When he finally lifts himself up, taking your shirt now, you push him into a kiss. tasting you in his mouth, all your muscles feeling like pudding.

“I can’t move “ you informed him with a pout as he reaches over your into your drawers, fishing a condom out and rolling it in his cock after kicking his boxers out. “I wanted to ride you, that’s not fair.”

He gives you a laugh, nose nuzzling your year, positioning himself between your legs. “Life’s not fair, angel. Are you too sensitive or can you go again?”

“I can always go again with you.”

“Good.” he hums before sliding inside of you, his hips hitting yours with a lewd noise. His eyes are closed as he hisses, “Fuck baby, so tight for me. I’m gonna fuck you so well, make up for all the lost time.”

You don’t respond to it, only being able to sigh a moan as he picks up his pace, letting him hold both your knees up, making you even tighter around him. And god, how you had missed him inside of you hitting you so hard that the sound of skin meeting skin echoed through your apartment, the sound of his moans against your neck making you clench around him.

His hands let go of your legs. coming to both your hands, entwining your fingers, lifting your arms above your head. “Oppa, I’m close again already.”

He slows down, watching you squirm under him, his eyes now almost black with desire as he watched you moaning with each lazy trust, the skin of his pelvis pressing against your clit so slowly. He kisses you again, this time slowly, just like his trusts. before he’s reaching for one if your pillows, turning you around stomach down, sliding the pillow underneath your hips, lifting your hips up. You perk your ass up, feeling him slide inside you again, deeper, this position making it easier for him to hit the head of his cock against your g spot with every thrust.

“Come, angel. You feel so good around my cock, god, you’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Come for me, baby girl, let me make you feel good.”

His hands are in your hair, pulling it so he can kiss you as he fastens his pace, making your clit rub against the pillowcase, the friction so good together with him pounding into you, making you close your eyes with the intensity of the pleasure it’s causing you, and you feel your second orgasm hit you again, moaning so loudly Namjoons name into his mouth, whining as he continues to pound you until he’s the one coming, gripping your hips in a way you knew was going to bruise but you didn’t mind not a little bit.

He slides out of you, rolling to your side, pulling you against him. “I missed you, baby.”

“Yeah,” you say quietly against his neck letting his hands in your hair lull you to sleep. “Me too, oppa.”

Next morning the first thing you see when you wake up is Namjoon, bathed in the sun seeping through your window, staring straight at you.

“You’re really beautiful, even after seeing you so many times I’m still awed by how gorgeous you are.”

“Thank you.” you say quietly hiding your face in his neck, blushing even though you were more than used to being complimented, breathing his scent deeply, letting his smell wrap around your chest as you continue to think about how you felt about him.

It was beyond obvious, you notice after a second of staring at his bronze skin, at the moles in his neck. that you were a little gone for him. Bittig at your bottom lip. you push back from him, looking at his face now.

It was scary, this thing. Not knowing what somebody else felt about you. Especially when that someone was somebody you treasured as your friend.

He pauses before looking down at you like he can sense that there’s something in your mind that’s bothering you. “What’s wrong?”

You quickly shake your head. “It’s nothing.”

“That’s bullcrap in a chef’s salad. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

You breathe deeply.“I was jealous when I saw you kissing that girl. I shouldn’t be, should I? We’re casual… right? Just friends.”

He blinks a little, seeming confused. “I mean. yeah. You did? But why-”

“I don’t want to lose you.” You said quietly, voice so small you were afraid he couldn’t hear you. “And if we keep doing this thing it’s going to have to end sometime, we’ll end up awkward, or even hating each other. I just…value our friendship too much to risk it, oppa.”

“Do you…” he hesitates for a painful moment. “Do you want to stop this?”

“No, but we have to, don’t we?”

He pushes himself off the bed, looking for his clothes. avoiding your eyes. “If it’s what you want, angel.”

You feel your throat closing a little. You didn’t want it, not really. What you wanted for him to tell you what the hell was this thing between you two because you were damn sure both of you knew it had stopped being just casual a long time ago.

“We can still meet as friends, right? Oppa?”

He looks at you when your voice wavers. He cups your cheeks, caressing your skin with his thumbs. “Of course we can, baby. Our friendship will be okay, I’ll come here a lot to complain about my members while you try to study.”

You give him a tentative smile. Kneeling on the bed so you could be eye level with him, hugging him.

His arms wrap around you tightly, his lips resting a kiss in the top of your head. “We’ll be okay.” He promises, even though his heart had seemed to stop the moment you had uttered these words. “We’re friends. You’re right, angel.”


(a/n: ITS NOT OVER!!! it’ll have one or two more chapters i promise!! Also, can’t those just admit their feelings already??? Please do tell me what you think of this chapter, what you think will happen etc!!)

Live From New York, It’s Saturday Night!

Title: Live From New York, It’s Saturday Night!

Request: Hi! Can you write an imagine kinda like “I have a crush on you” but for SNL? P.s. I love your write so much!!

Characters: Josh Dun x Reader, Tyler Joseph, Jenna Joseph, Lin-Manuel Miranda

Warnings: None

Originally posted by nbcsnl

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Uhm I think some post concert sex would ensue, Harry's hot and sweaty and he just looks so hot. Ugh, the missus say "your such a rockstar baby" as she undoes his belt & he's literally gone lol

Anonymous said: Harry whisking her away backstage the second he’s done performing kiwi, all sweaty & he’s barely had a chance to catch his breath and he’s kissing you up and down and she’s telling how good he did and it’s just melting him and they’re just cuddling and he’s so proud of himself for having a good performance but also for making his girl feel so good

Anonymous said: Harry and the missus having a little fun in the dressing room backstage at one of his shows ❤️❤️❤️

I’m going to combine these three. A little bit sexy, a little bit sweet.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Pharah/Mercy/Sombra/Widowmaker watch their s/o perform Hamilton and find them kind of hot during either the Cabinet Battle 1 or Yorktown. Or they feel incredibly jealous watching Say No To This.


  • She is so pumped up.
  • Probably shots “Yeah! You get ‘em!” several times during the performance.
  • She cheered so loud she almost got kicked out of the venue.
  • Lowkey asks if you can take the costumes home because she thinks you look so hot in them. 


  • Very excited to see you perform. She’s been waiting for this for ages.
  • Oh my god was the wait worth it. She is swooning so hard.
  • You exude such confidence on the stage and execute everything with such perfection, talk about dream boat.


  • She’s a little bored at first. She couldn’t even bring any of her devices to fiddle around with, like what the fuuuu—
  • Oh, shit. She’s actually starting to like the performance.
  • She gets really into it during the first cabinet battle. If you hear a loud “OOOOOOOOH SNAP” coming from the crowd, yeah that’s her. 
  • Sombra loves how powerful you appear on stage. She definitely wants some of that. “Step on me, baby. Rail into me like I’m fucking Thomas Jefferson.” 


  • She’s very stoic through most of the performance, so it’s hard to gauge her feelings about the performance.
  • There are points where she finds your performance to be pretty intense, and this cn be seen by the way she’s gripping the arms of her seat.
  • She also appreciates the smug attitude that comes from the performance She definitely wants to see more of that out of you. 
  • While out on a mission, she may make little quips about “What would Hamilton do at a time like this” or “Bring out your inner Hamilton, dear. Show them who’s boss.” 
Live a little | Isaac Lahey imagine

Summary: You and some of your female co-workers go to a townfestival where you run into your male co-workers. You had been kinda crushing on one of them, and he returns the feelings.

You had finally agreed to join your co-workers to the townfestival. There was one every Thursday in the summer. One of your best friends at work convinced you to join the party and you were actually kinda excited. 

You were currently at the place of one of your collegues and you where already buzzed. So were the other girls, you were gossiping about the guys at work and the couples that had formed there. You were laughing and having a good time.

When it was around 11 the group decided to hit town. There were some locals bands performing and the club was opened. You had made it to the city without any harm, which was not something you could say about all of them. 

‘’I am so craving pizza right now, can we stop by Pyra?’’ Pyra was a small restaurant that was opened 24/7 and made most of their money at nights like these. Everyone responded excidetly to the idea so we all went into the diner, where coincidentally we found our male co-workers already sitting and eating.

Scott saw the group first and started yelling your names and waving, it was Obvious that the boys had been drinking as well. You and the others made your way over to them and joined them, the girls who wanted something to eat went to order.

You sat down next to Isaac you had Always found him attractive, you didn’t know him that well but you would definitely want to get to know him better.He grinned at you, you mostly talked to him when the two of you were smoking in the little smokeroom you had in back. You smiled at him and tried to follow the conversation that was happening between some co-workers but they were saying random stuff that you really needed the context for. Isaac had noticed that as well and nudged your shoulder ‘’Wanna go for a smoke?’’ 

You nodded and the two of you left to go smoke outside, you had told Isaac but she was so wasted that she probably didn’t remember. You grabbed your pack from your jacketpocket and looked at Isaac lighting his cigarette.

He was really hot, the alcohol in your system not helping your emotions at all. You lit your cigarette. ‘’Are you having a good time?’’ Isaac blew out some smoke and looked at you. You nodded ‘’Yeah, are you?’’ He smirked ‘’Now I am’’ you swallowed thickly, you wouldn’t last if he started flirting with you. ‘’Let’s go for a walk’’ 

The two of you walked through the city Streets seeing groups of mildy intoxicated to drunk people everywhere. ‘’There’s this band performing on citysquare, a friend of mine is in it and they’re cool’’ You just nodded going with what was happening. You made your way to citysquare, which was packed. There were people everywhere drinking or dancing just having a good time. The music was actually good, not the music you had expected him to listen to but good.

He took your hand and took you to the front, closer to the stage. He stopped somewhere, where it wasn’t too busy his hand still holding yours. He leaned closer to you and talked in your ear ‘’You like it?’’ You turned your head and moved to his ear ‘’Yeah, they’re pretty great’’ He smiled and squeezed your hand ‘’You’re pretty’’ He winked at you and started singing along to the song. 

You looked at him, starstrucked.You really were into him. He grinned when he saw the look on your face. He twirled you around and pulled you closer ‘’Come on y/n, let loose. Live a little’’ You smiled, he was right. This was the perfect chance to let go for a while. The two of you danced to the beat of the music, him twirling you around a lot. ‘’Do you want me to puke all over you?’’ He laughed loudly ‘’You just look cute when you twirl’’ You but your lip and grinned at him.

You decided to let loose. You pulled him closer by his neck and kissed him, he was surprised but kissed you back after a second. He rested his hands on your hips and you went through his hair with your hand. You pulled away after some time to breath 

‘’Damn y/n I didn’t expect that from you’’ You smiled ‘’Someone told me to live a little’’ He grinned and wrapped his arm around you. You rested your head on his shoulder and the two of you enjoyed the band. This was a night to never forget.

A/N: hope you like it, don’t forget you can request something!


So let’s think again about this wonderful rollercoaster we got tonight 

at first we see yuri and he’s nervous AF like for real 

(notice victor in the background? he’s so in love

Victor then tells him to get some rest (and of course he’ll be there too because they’re in fucking love and shit) 

meanwhile the cute and innocent Guang-Hong Ji performs and looks majestic AF. like some cute lil’ fairy 

his performance is about some mafia and gangsta shit and he thinks about his backstory all the time, Georgi can be seen playing an enemy in his mind and then - tam tam tam - his character meets “old friends” and whom does he picture? g u e s s 


LEO DE LA IGLESIA, hot Mr. USA with even hotter eyebrows! that boy’s the shit and Guang-Hong fucking knows this! (they are so together) 

he finishes and is surrounded by loads of teddy bears bc he’s smol and has to be protected (i bet the one he’s holding is from LEO)

he’s kinda pissed and wants to quit social media but pls child do yourself and us a favor and keep your instagram updatet (cute pics w/Leo pls) 

Guang-Hongs performance drives yuri even more insane, he’s a fucking wrack, he can’t handle himself. and he still hasn’t got any sleep (just like me right now) 

victor HAS TO STEP in 

next one to perform is phichit and he’s glorious as ever, he shines and everyone is bewitched - the world (and myself) loves him 

after phichit we see Christophe, who - as usual - jerks off at the end of his performance, I guess he loves nothing more than himself and the attention he gets (but I guess he wouldn’t turn down victors ass) 

(here he’s releasing himself) 


Christophe’s performance gave us some major throwback to a flowercrown goddess named victor who looks a fucking lot like Lana Del Rey (or should I say: Lana Del GAY) for some reason 

During this time victor took yuri to a parking lot (??) to calm him down 

where he - for some unknown reason - can still hear the cheering of the fans

I mean it’s a parking lot, it shouldn’t be that near? 

he looks wasted. he looks like he popped too much molly the night before 

I feel sorry for him 

some prep talk down in the parking lot 

I think this looks a lot like a soon to be kiss scene 

but then we’re interrupted by Phichit and his score and the USA hottie called Leo 

because now is his fucking time to shine (you’d think) 

but no, back to the gays 

victor came up with a plan to motivate yuri but it backfires .. kinda 

he still thinks he did the right thing (maybe he did?)

no bebe pls 

he’s kinda hating himself right now 

victor’s not prepared for what’s coming

all I see is a baby that has to be protected at all costs (and needs to be comforted by his one true love and mentor victor)

but NO with all this drama going on we missed Leo’s performance (which was fucking hot obvi bc he’s super hot and his boyfriend’s cute af so what the fuck went wrong?) 

he looks so disappointed. Guang-Hong should cheer him up ASAP 

then Georgi pulls off another emo performance which is so obvi about his ex that she fucking leaves the room (me too girl, me too) and then he gets even more emo. his thoughts during that performance gave me the creeps 

the two bfs enter the scene, they look kinda down like they had a huge fight 

pls make up in a special way, pretty pleeease 

a rare yurio appears, checks his instagram and realizes that he missed the oh-so-important kür, ooooops (I guess)

a good bf is there to watch his SO

he catches his (used) tissue, in medieval times that would be considered immense flirting y’know 

oh my 

he let it fall on purpose to do the HAIR THINGY i’m dead

he looks ready to fight and to cheer for his better half 

and yuri nails it, he’s so good and he looks more gorgeous THAN EVER! Nobody expected him to be that sexy and badass and perf and victor is there like “It’s all mine” 

“Look at my hot ass boyfriend, can’t wait to get that ass into my bed tonight”

then he does some extravagant shit and some really daring turns and twists and combinations that even victor didn’t do at the end of a performance 

he surprises everyone, but victor the most 



and then there’s yurio sitting in front of the TV and is like 

“I’m kinda pissed but also impressed” 

then yuri finishes 

and he stands there and waits for a sign from victor; approval, happiness, anger 

but he just 


at first he’s confused bc his mentor fucking runs but then he gets the message and 

starts to ice skate into victors direction 

he thinks he did finde and that victor is satisfied with his performance 

but then 

victor shows him that didn’t just fine 

He did GREAT and therefore deserves a fucking kiss in front of fucking everyone because they are gay AF and they’re not afraid to show it 

everyone on the bleachers was like O_o 

this is the look of love the look of pure admiration and they just love eachother so deeply, they care for eachother so much and make eachother so happy and they need to be together. they bring out the best in eachother, they’re so pure and need to be protected 

after this glorious kiss the show had to go on and the champ was - tam tam tam - 

Phichit!!!!! and he deserved it (in my opinion)

I’d even say Yuri wasn’t disappointed because he had other things on his mind in that moment, *sigh*

there was only one person who was not fucking happy about the kiss and all the love 

smol and angry kitten yurio sat in front of the TV and promised himself to get revenge (and I’m really excited to see that tbh) 

but he’ll be met by the cloud of love that surrounds victor and yuri and will be immediately a fluffy smol kitten with no anger left 

this love should surround the world and everyone deserves to be happy and I’m fucking happy and I love them, bye 

You Posting a Hot Picture on Social Media while They’re on Tour: BTS


*lips dry up as he gets a better look at your cleavage* he thirsty*


“What can I say? She is so going to regret it when I come back…”


“Yep. That’s my girl. You can watch but not touch.”

Rap Monster:

Will face-time you to announce the punishment he came up with, so that you could get ready.


Will tease you with exposing his body through a video-call.


“Did she just… Yes she did.”


“Why is she like this? How am I going to perform now?!”

Thank you, whoever requested for this. Thank you.