ugh so cute i had to

“Okay look, I know I have royal duties to attend to Ignis, but rescuing the Chocobos comes first.”

Moana/Ariel (B2) 

That’s it @magicsophicorn , I ship it. I had never even considered drawing these two ocean souls together, but now that I have, I love it.

 This is was so much fun to draw. 

Thank you for submitting! Also, requests for this couples meme I reblogged are closing today! (11/01/2017) 

If Eren`s Mom Lived...

Carla: Y`know captain Levi, my little Eren had quite the crush on you.

Eren: Oh Maria, mom no please-

Carla: He would go on and on about how pretty you were and how you`d become his bride!

Eren: Mom, please stop it.

Levi:

Carla: Oh! And don`t even get me started about when he started making those noises in his room at ni-

Eren: Mom! Ugh, captain, I am so sorry about this!

Levi: You should be. Where`s my ring you damn brat?

being intimate with credence would include’s // credence barebone

Originally posted by fireworkofdec

request: Why did you make me fall in love with credence again I was just starting to get over him a lil :’( just kidding I’ll never get over him lmao but seriously, can you please do some more headcanons for him, like first time being intimate if that’s okay? (by anon)

a/n: looK AT HIM IN THIS GIF FUCK HE’S SO CUTE UGH FUCK ME

- it had taken nearly half a year for you to have been able to convince credence that it was okaY to even kiss you on the cheek

- being intimatE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAH

- but seriously

- he would have to ask you 13 times if it was okay to kiss you

- hE FUCKIN CUTE HELP

- but if you really got credence in the mood tho ;-))

- you would have to coax him through nearly the whole process - which was quite a lengthy one ;-))))))))))

OK I NEED TO STOP WTF

- the way credence would look at you throughout the whole thinG THO

- DARK AND SULTRY

SOMEONE HELP

- it would make you feel slightly insecure at first, but credence would be so loving and gentle that you really didn’t care as long as you were with him

HOW DO I GET FROM CORRUPTED AF TO SO VANILLA BIRBGIW

- credence would be trying so hard to be calm and controlled but he really can’t resist

- ‘are you okay?’ ‘i’m not hurting you, right?’ LIKE EVERY 15 SECONDS

- but it’s actually really sweet

*welp five more years till im allowed to even consider dating* (KIERA AGREES LIKE TUMBLR IS GOING “we’re forever single” but what if you’re like underage and still have a curfew)

-  credence would be incredibly nervous after the whole thing

- he would probably wondering if he was good enough, or that you could do better than him

- and you would just smother him in little kisses and assure him that he’s perfect

- because let’s ALL admit it, credence is too precious for any of us, am i rIGHT MACUSA

a/n: ITS FINE I HAVE MY BOLSTER TO CUDDLE WITH I DONT NEED NO MAN ITS FINE :’-) 

- roxanna

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Landry: I don’t mean to step on your toes or anythin’ but you might want to try cutting those a little bit thinner because cucumber sandwiches are kind of delicate.
Tyra: Really?
Landry: Did I just lose a lot of man points for that?
Tyra: You know, I’m tryin’ not to keep count, but yeah, yeah you did.
Landry: Did I tell you that I’m-I’m in a band though?
Tyra: See there’s like 40,000 man points, see, so you’re in the black.

Eyeliner And Blush

Request: Omg could you write an imagine about kookie falling in love with his makeup artist?! Like he’d be so sweet and she’s all shy and ugh it’d be too cute

A/N: I found sometime to write a little something! Enjoy!

Originally posted by hohbi



Sitting comfortably in the corner of the quiet dressing room, you scrolled aimlessly through your phone. You had already set everything up for when the boys arrived and and the other makeup artists had gone to grab some breakfast for everyone. They’d be back soon so you took a few minutes to sit down before you’d be standing for hours.

Pulling your white jacket further up your shoulder, you glanced at the door, wondering how long the other ladies would be. The boys would be there any minute and you were bad at talking to them. You always got nervous and just quietly did their makeup. You were also pretty new to the team so you didn’t know them that well to begin with.

When the door finally did open, you took a sigh of relief a little too soon. In walked one of the managers along with Jungkook. You froze for a second and waited for one of them to speak.

“Where is everyone…?” the manager spoke more to himself more than to you. “Could you get started on him? I have to go figure something out with the other boys. I’ll be back soon with the rest of them,” he explained to yourself before giving Jungkook a pat on the shoulder and leaving the two of you alone in the dressing room.

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NCT Mark place 6th on "School Rapper"

Comments of Korean netizens // 17.02.18

Article: ‘School Rapper’ NCT Mark “I wanted to compete as just Mark” places 6th
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Source: Herald Pop via Naver
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1. [+965, -55] I feel bad ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ but why does he have to look so cute ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
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2. [+741, -56] Mark you did well ㅜㅜㅜㅜ let’s do better next time!!
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3. [+1,010, -157] Mark’s tone was good and everything ㅠㅠㅠ it bothered me that Swings had a bias against him because he’s an idol
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4. [+626, -42] Mark you did well ❤
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5. [+693, -93] Ugh Swings you better stop acting up
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6. [+303, -11] That Swings ba$tard just gets under your skin with the way he talks. “If you’re going to be serious about rapping” ㅋㅋ hey he’s the main rapper, I’m sure he’s trying his best
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7. [+302, -12] His rhyme was good though…? I was surprised when he got criticized for his rhyme
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8. [+276, -9] I didn’t think he was bad, just didn’t do as best as he could because he was nervous… He seems like he can do better. And please take Swings off the panel ㅋㅋ how can you trust him to be a judge when he’s so blatant about hating idols
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9. [+241, -8] Swings, all that fat in your ears probably hindered you from hearing Mark’s rhyme because it was fine
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10. [+258, -14] Why does Swings hate idols so much
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Article: 'SCHOOL RAPPER’ NCT MARK, SWINGS HARSH CRITICISM MISTAKE “SAFELY LANDS at 6th place”
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sourse: naver
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1. [+1342, -52] I seriously wish that Mark doesnt’ get hurt on this, we all know you could’ve done better, he was way too stressed outㅠㅠ Mark fighting!!
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2. [+1401, -75] Swings, before you can judge anyone, fix that personality of yours
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3. [+1243, -33] With Swings sitting position, I won’t be surprised if he won’t be able to use his right leg after recordingㅋㅋ
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4. [+985, -21] Minhyung-ah you did great, good workㅠㅠㅠㅠ
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5. [+889, -26] Minhyung-ah whatever people say, you’re number 1 in our heartㅠㅠ❣

NOLA Comic Con Experiences

David Duchovny

Overall impression: He is much smaller than I would have expected. We always see pictures with him next to Gillian so I expected him to be really tall and buff, but he wasn’t. He was SOOOO much cuter in person than in pictures. Seriously, somebody forgot to tell that man that he is in his 50s. He doesn’t NOT look that old at all. He was wearing a cute outfit. He had on skinny jeans and high top shoes. Definitely NOT a dad outfit.

Autograph (did this first): So, this is how our conversation went at 10am.

Him: “Hi, Carlie.” (He said my name and I almost died. Ugh, his voice was just so soft and he was so sweet.)

Me: “So, what did you have for breakfast? Abstinence and a protein shake?” (It’s a reference from his song Positively Madison Avenue. I think he really liked that I knew his music. He had a huge smile.)

Him: *laughs and thinks for a minute* “Well, I didn’t have the protein shake.”

Me: *DYING INSIDE*

Also Me: “I fucking love you.” *shakes his hand* (YES I TOUCHED HIM. I was so freaking happy with that. Also, I got to see his tattoo up close and personal.)

Me: *walks off with autograph in hand like a badass and super proud of myself for not doing anything stupid.

I just want to say that he was really nice. He was in a really good mood, and seemed excited to be there. He was very playful too, which just made this experience 1000x better.


Photo Op: I was wearing a shirt that said “Girls don’t like boys. Girls like aliens and Dana Scully.” I went to take my picture, and he stopped me so that he could read my shirt. HE ACTUALLY PUSHED MY FREAKING HAIR ASIDE TO READ MY SHIRT. He made a pouty face when he finished reading and was like “awe”. And then I was like “And you too. You’re hot.” That got a huge grin out of him, which in turn made me grin like an idiot. I don’t remember exactly what he said after but it was something that made me think I gave him a huge ego boost. ALSO he totally thought that I was a lesbian. LOL. I don’t even care though.

Panel: We were sitting in the front row. Thank you to the gods! At one point he was talking about Hank Moody and I screamed “Hank Moody is bae” at him. He then said “Hank Moody is what?” and I repeated what I said. He was like “Yeah, Hank Moody is bae.” HE FUCKING GRINNED AT ME AGAIN. LIKE HOLY SHIT. And then when the panel was over I screamed that I loved him and he totally acknowledged me. So, basically greatest day of my life.


Mitch Pileggi

Overall impression: I seriously LOVE this man. He is the sweetest guy ever. He was so caring and thoughtful. Again, nothing like I assumed he would be. I guess I was so used to seeing him as Skinner I kind of assumed he was like that IRL. He is really sweet, and his voice is so soft and calming. I could talk to him for days. AND he’s really tall!!! Being so tall, I thought that he would be intimidating, but he was really easy to talk to and went out of his way to talk to us. He was so down to earth, and legitimately cared about what we had to say. I would thank him a million times over for making our experience so special.

Photo Op: SUPER SWEET GUY. Nothing special happened. He started with “Hey, Sweetie.” I told him that he was really tall. He laughed.

Autograph: So, this wasn’t my autograph which makes this story 1000x times better. I was out of money and didn’t buy a Mitch Photo Op. My friend did, and there was nobody in line and no security person guiding the line so I thought that I might as well try to go with her. I figured it couldn’t hurt. Turns out that I was not only able to go with her get her autograph, BUT I also got to talk to Mitch for like 10 minutes with her. He was so precious. I wasn’t at all intimidated. He asked us about ourselves, how we got into the X-Files, when we started watched, how long we had been watching, and even where we were from. He said that he really loved how younger generations were still discovering the X-Files and liking it. I swear, this man was just the best. He didn’t have to do any of this, but he did it anyway.

Panel: Nothing personal happened, but Mitch was so precious. He was so sweet when his daughter went up to the mic to ask a question. He was just such a lovable dad. His answers were on point, and I was so damn proud of everybody for asking him good questions (especially questions that were NOT about the X-Files). AND Mitch is musical. He sings. I didn’t know this.

Edit: so the question of the day was Bourbon Street. I don’t know why, but we asked both David and Mitch if they had gone. Mitch laughed and said he was too old for that. David said not yet. I was convinced that David would go party on Bourbon Street, but nobody wanted to risk getting shot to go troll Bourbon for David. Oh, well. He probably just chilled in his hotel room anyway.
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I did these for a horror magazine…
They have this thing, a parody of “Love is…”, called - “Horror is…”
The first one is my fav, next one - I still had the “The last station” vibe, so, maybe it’s partly a fanart. And the last one is just ugh…
I had to pick lines and draw pictures based on them so, here’s the lines:
Horror is - when you’re embarrassed because your hand fell off.
Horror is - when you’re surrounded by monster with one bullet left…
Horror is - when your wife is a witch.

I will have to make some more, just because they want a list of stickers made out of it. I’m not really happy about it. I have too much work to do, in december too… Sigh.

Family Meetings (Tony Stark!Dad x Reader)

Request: Hiya! Can I have a request where the reader is about 18-19 years old, and her mom married Tony when she was 16 and she’s really close to him bc she’s never had a fatherly influence before and he’s really protective over her bc hes determined to be the best fatherly influence to her. And she brings her boyfriend home for the first time to meet her family (her mom, dad and the Avengers) and its kinda cute and funny and everyone loves her boyfriend and yeah, thank you so much! I love u & ur writing

Words: 2, 372

Warnings: None! 

Tags: @annadier @happelu970 @shamvictoria11 

I haven’t posted an imagine in what seems like forever, ugh blame school and work and me being tired all the damn time. I hope you lovely people enjoy this slightly humorous imagine! 


“On a scale from one to Australia, how dangerous are we talking?” 

“Oh it tops the scale, it’s gotta be Australia level dangerous. We got two legged kicking kangaroos, perilous spiders, and the koalas may look cute but they have long claws and sharp teeth that will destroy you in less than a second.” 

“Kicking kangaroos?” He raised an eyebrow, and even in the dimly lit car you could see him fighting a smirk. “Really, Y/n?” 

“Yes really. Trust me, his name is Clint and he will kick you with both legs! At the same time!” 

“You’ve seen him do this?” His laughter filled the car and even though you had been dating for a little over a year, it still made your chest feel tight and fluttery. A blush tinting at your cheeks as he looked over at you, you twisted your lips in attempt to keep a straight face. You failed. 

“Several times.” Your voice waved as you held back a laugh long enough to speak. “Once he went out to dinner, by himself because apparently we annoy him so much that he needs to have alone time like five times a day, but anyway. He brought home this huge box of chicken tenders, with an extra side of ranch and you do not mess with Clint and his chicken tenders and ranch, so he wrote his name in really big bold letters on the box when he got home before he went to take a shower.”

“This isn’t gonna end well, is it?” He laughed softly, and by the look of your face as you tried to hold back giggles, he knew the end of this story was going to be good. 

“When he came back to get the remainder of his food, in nothing but a t-shirt and boxers with his face on it, he found Thor next to an empty box of what used to be Clint’s food. Crumbs were everywhere around the box and the ranch was completely gone, Thor was putting the final bite of chicken tenders in his mouth when Clint walked in. Clint was furious, his face was turning the purple shade of his shirt and I shit you not, he flew at Thor and jumped so high with both legs stuck out, his feet slammed against Thor’s chest!” 

You had to pause as you tried to contain your laughter for the final part of your story, he was laughing with you but he was also mainly focused on your face as you giggled. It made his own heart race a little too fast and his chest feel tight and fluttery. It made him fall even more in love with you as your nose scrunched and your eyes were squinted so tightly that a tear rolled down your cheek. 

“H-he went flying backwards, his body still in the same position with both legs stuck out in front of him and his face scrunched up. Thor didn’t even move an inch, he just watched and finished chewing the chicken, he didn’t even react to getting kangaroo kicked in the chest by half naked Clint. Clint ended up sprawled out on the kitchen floor like halfway across the room because he hit Thor with all his weight and it turned on him, sending him flying through the air. He just laid on the floor for like twenty minutes, and Thor just went about his night, as if nothing had happened.” 

“That sounds amazing.” He giggled like a maniac and you joined in, a hand covering your mouth as you laughed and tears rolled down your cheek several more times. His laughter combined with your laughter, was one of your favorite sounds. 

Minutes passed before either one of you calmed down enough to realize you still had a dinner to go to. 

“We could just ditch-” 

“Babe.” He looked over at you with a sly smile and you shrugged your shoulders. “We’re not ditching, we’re going to go in there and I’m going to meet the family you never shut up about. Okay?” 

“Okay, I guess.” You pouted, turning to look at him with a forced pout and pleading eyes. This was your first boyfriend you had ever brought home to your mom, step-dad and Avenger family. 

He reached over and squeezed your hand in his, you squeezed back tightly. You were glad he was finally meeting your family, but at the same time, they could be a bit…intense. 

“It’ll be fine, babe.” You looked over at him, a giggly feeling taking over your stomach as you admired his sparkling eyes that calmed your nerves and made you blush. 

You used your free hand and caressed his cheek softly, tilting your head as you looked at him for a moment. 

“Oh I really hope you don’t die.” 

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Day 20-The Sheriff’s Surprise-Stiles Stilinski

Teen Wolf Imagine:#82 Prompt:#…none

Word Count: 631

Warnings: None that I can think of?

A/n: I like this one a lot and I hope you do too. This was so sweet and cute just ugh! This is kind of a sequel to the very first day where the ‘reader’ is  the same ‘character’.

Originally posted by dylanobaeb

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Last Imagine

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Promises *smut*

A/n; okay so this one is so gosh dang cute I can’t get over it, and I’d like to imagine this as Vices Era Brendon because that era of him just ruins me okay

Requested// Nope (requests are open!)

Words// 4,600 exactly!(my OCD loves this one)

Warnings// smut and extremely adorable moments ugh I’m dying

I checked my outfit one last time in the mirror before heading down the steps and into my living room. Brendon would be here any minute to pick me up for our date tonight, and I couldn’t be more nervous. I had decided that tonight would be the night I’d tell him I loved him and oh man, was I hoping he’d say it back. We’d been dating for just a few months, but when you’re in highschool, a relationship that lasted longer than a week was something to be cherished. At first I was really suspicious of him, we’d been moderately good friends and I’d seen him with his fair share of girlfriends. He was very experienced in almost every department in regards to relationships, whereas I’d only ever kissed one boy on the playground in third grade.

Despite the theories my mind was creating, Brendon was so much more than the ladykiller I’d chalked him up to be. At least with me, he was. He knew what my limits were, and never attempted to push me too far. I’d always pictured that I’d lose my virginity sometime far into college, but Brendon made me reconsider that possibility. He’s always so gentle with me now, why would that change if I was losing it to him? I know him, he wouldn’t get too rough with me during my first time.

When I heard a light knock on my door I sprang off the couch, but my dad reached the door first. My parents didn’t know of our relationship yet, they just knew that we were pretty good friends and our families went to the same church. One of the things Brendon and I had in common was our feelings about religion, or lack thereof. Our families knowing each other had its perks, they didn’t care if I’d hang out with Brendon alone or come home late, because they trusted both of us.

“Hey, is Y/n ready? She said she’d help me with my math homework tonight,” he says sheepishly. My father liked Brendon, but he didn’t like to show it. He almost enjoyed the way Brendon would tense up when he’d plaster that same stern look on his face and give him glaring eyes. Brendon looked over my father’s shoulder and a light blush hit his cheeks when he saw me.

“Dad, you can stop terrorising him now,” I placed a hand on my dad’s shoulder and pulled him away slightly. His poker face fell away and he smiled, before placing a hand on Brendon’s shoulder. Brendon swallowed hard and stared up at my dad before he finally spoke.

“Make sure your mom gets us that pie recipe, we’d love to make it again sometime.” My dad shook his shoulder lightly and laughed. Brendon let out a breath of relief and motioned for me to move past him and out towards his van. Sure, I thought it was a little weird at first that he drove around a big purple van, but then he told me about how it made everything easier when his band had to drive somewhere for a show. They could just throw everything in the back and not have to worry about it getting there on time. I loved Brendon’s band, but due to prior commitments I hadn’t actually gotten a chance to see them perform for a crowd, just me and a few people in his basement. “Don’t stay out too late, kiddos!” My dad called just before closing the front door. I sat myself in the passenger seat of the van and waited for Brendon to get in on the other side. I noticed some pillows and blankets in the back, but I didn’t bother asking about them yet.

“Now, you still haven’t told me where you’re taking me tonight,” I said, feeling a bit anxious. All Brendon had told me about this date was that it was going to be a surprise. I didn’t normally like surprises, but for Brendon I’d like anything.

“I think I may have told you that it was a surprise, and I’ve got that first part right here,” he took his eyes off the road for a second and digging through a small bag that he had on the floor. There were other things in there, wrapped up gifts presumably for me. My heart raced, he was so adorable. He handed me what he pulled out, a silk pink blindfold. “Put that on, beautiful. It’s gonna be a surprise until right I pull that off of you.” I slip the fabric over my eyes and feel around for his hand. I find it a give it a tight squeeze, barely containing my excitement.

“Brendon Urie, you amaze me.” I feel the car come to a halt and his lips meet the side of my cheek. He pulls back and continues driving with one hand, his other still in mine.

“I’m no where near as amazing as you are, baby.” The way he said ‘baby’ drove me crazy. I loved hearing him say it, or really any cute pet names he’d given me. I’d seen him with his past girlfriends, he was never like this. It’s not even just when we’re alone, it’s in front of his bandmates and at school and he even accidentally called me ‘babe’ in front of an older woman at church. He doesn’t try to hide our relationship in front of anyone- except our parents. We’d briefly talked about announcing it, but both realized that it wasn’t the right time. Plus, with his band getting more popular, I was afraid that I’d get my head around this idea of us always being together, only for him to dump me when he got famous. I tried to forget about it, that thought was the only thing keeping me from proclaiming my love for him right now. I was snapped from my thoughts when the van slowed to a stop and Brendon shut off the engine. My clothed eyes looked over to where he should be sitting, and I felt his warm hand on my knee.

“Almost there, we gotta walk the rest of the way,” he said in a comforting tone. I nodded, feeling my heart rate pick up. I could hear him pick up the bag and close his door. He moved over to my side and helped me out of the vehicle. My steps were shaky, I had no idea where I was or where he was leading me to. “It’s alright, Y/n, I’ve got you.” He wrapped an arm around me, guiding me farther from his car. We walked for less than five minutes before he stopped me and kissed my cheek again. I felt his warmth leave my side as he stepped away. “Okay, you can take that blindfold off in three… two… one!” I ripped the covering off of my eyes and my eyes widened. I couldn’t help but let a tear escape my eye and my mouth hung open.

He stood in front of a small table, decorated with all picnic-type foods. String lights brightly contrasted the sunset and hung from the archway above the table. Soft music played from a radio on the edge of the table and the lake behind Brendon made my dream of a fairytale come true.

“Do you like it? I hope it’s not too much…” He said nervously. I shake my head and rush into his arms, giving him the tightest hug I’d ever dished out. He copied my affection and stroked my hair softly. I pulled away and gave him a kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck to deepen it. He rests his forehead against mine once we break apart from each other.

“This is perfect, B. But I don’t deserve all of this, it’s so out of the blue.” I feel a pinch in my heart, I didn’t do anything special to receive all of this, I wouldn’t even sleep with the guy.

“You deserve the world, darling. Don’t for a second think that you don’t. Now, let’s eat.” He pulls out my chair behind me and pushes it in once I’m seated. He dishes me out some of the food and I thank him again. My hand goes to his while we eat. Our conversations don’t have much sense to them, but that’s how I liked it. I didn’t feel like I had to always have an intellectual reply to whatever he said, I could just say the first thing that came to mind.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what was up with the makeshift bed in the back of the van?” I wipe my mouth with my napkin and take another drink of my lemonade. The sun had completely gone down by now, and the only thing illuminating us was the twinkle lights. He squeezed my hand before answering and I realized that may have not been a very great question.

“My parents and I got into another fight last night, and I just grabbed stuff and slept in the back last night.” I rubbed his knuckles with my thumb when I noticed his face tighten up.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up,” I try to apologize, but he stops me. He didn’t really tell me much about the stuff that went on with his parents, and I didn’t really ask that often. I knew that things got bad sometimes, and I didn’t like making him relive it.

“No, it’s fine. It was about my music again, they want me to quit the band and go to college. But that’s just not my thing, you know? They just piss me off sometimes. It’s fine that you asked, I wanted you to know. I like being honest with you, it’s so easy. I couldn’t even try to lie to you.” A smile finds its way to my face and I bite my lip slightly. “That’s why I got you these, as a thank you.” He grabs the bag and begins to hand me the gifts, four in total.

I eye him briefly, he leans over the table with a huge grin on his face. The previous conversation is completely forgotten, now all he cares about it me opening the next part of my surprise.

The first is a small rectangular box and I open it slowly. My heart melts when I discover the silver necklace inside. It’s got both of our initials as charms. I feel an urge to cry again, I love this man so much. He stands up and brings his chair closer to mine, and I give him another hug. He pulls my hair out of the way and clasps the chain around my neck, it falls just above my collarbones.

The second gift was a gorgeous blue dress, one that I’d eyed last week when we were at the mall together. I didn’t buy it for one sole reason: it was way more money than I’d like to spend on any article of clothing. That’s why I was wondering why Brendon had bought it, this and the necklace could not have been cheap. “How did you afford all of this? This dress was so expensive,” he cuts me off by placing his lips against mine.

“I worked a few extra shifts at the smoothie shop. I knew you wanted it, so I got it. I’d pay any price to see your face light up like it just did. Anything for my girl.” He nudges the third gift closer to me, and I can tell by the shape what it is. I rip off the paper and again I’m surprised. I’d expected it to be the Fall Out Boy album I mentioned trying to get, and yes that’s what this was, but the one I wanted wasn’t signed by all of the members. My fingers touched the sharpie lines, and this time I didn’t hold back my tears. Brendon placed a hand on the side of my cheek and brushed them away, kissing my forehead. My body melted under his touch, I was not prepared for what I’d unwrap in this final gift. Surely I’d burst into uncontrollable tears, that’s the path I’m headed down. It was a larger box, and my mind raced with the different possibilities of what it could be. I was very confused when there was nothing in the box, except writing at the other end. I strained my eyes to see it, and I was that focused that I didn’t notice Brendon kneeling down in front of me.

“It says, ‘look up.’” I gasp when I hear his voice, and my hand flies to my mouth when I see him. I’m left speechless as he pulls out a smaller box. He’s not going to propose, is he? We’re so young! I haven’t even told him I love him yet! “Now, Y/n I know you’re internally freaking out, but this isn’t the type of ring you think it is.” He pops open the box to reveal a silver band and pulls it out. “This is a promise ring, because I want to make it clear right now that I’m so in love with you,” there go the waterworks. Tears fall from my eyes in big droplets and I’m smiling like a fool.

“I know we’re young and frankly I have no clue what I’m going to do with my life if this band doesn’t work out, but I want you to be by my side through all of it. I want to marry you one day, Y/n. That’s my promise.”

“Brendon…” I’m still at a loss of words. My heart is ready to explode out of my chest, and I can’t seem to find air to breath. “I love you too.” I choke out in between sobs. A tear falls down his face as he slips the ring onto my finger. I lay my head against his chest and he rubs my back. I love him, he loves me. The universe finally worked itself together and made this happen, and I couldn’t be more happy. “I’ll marry you, as long as I get to be the wife.” I laugh as I begin to calm down, throwing a random Drake & Josh joke in. He deeply laughs along with me, and an idea fills my thoughts. I look up at him in the faint light, he looks like an angel. I bring us both to a standing position for just a second, before shoving him into the chair and straddling his waist.

His eyes shoot open at my sudden movement, but I roughly kiss him before he can do anything. His hands land on my lower back as I begin to grind on him. I pull away from the kiss and bring my lips to his neck, sucking lightly. He groans in my ear and digs his fingernails into my hips, trying to slow my movements. I pull away from him, but keep my arms loosely over his shoulders.

“Brendon, don’t you want to?” I press our bodies together, making sure to put my most innocent voice on. I’m not exactly sure what came over me, but I really enjoyed seeing him squirm underneath me.

“Yes, fuck… I want to,” His voice is low and raspy, so needy. I lean down to continue at his neck but he stops me again. “I don’t want you to think that you have to because I just did that. I don’t want you to regret doing this with me,” I sighed and shook my head.

“I wouldn’t have been doing this if I thought I had to. I love you, Brendon. I’ve never wanted to lose it to anyone else but you. I don’t regret anything I’ve done with you.” I kiss him passionately and he begins to loosen up. One of his hands moves to the nape of my neck, and the other wraps around my back, pulling us closer together. I let out a whimper when his mouth moves to the base of my jaw, I never knew how good a simple hickey could feel. My hands tangle in his hair, something I’d realised from our makeout sessions that he really enjoyed. I feel a wave of nervousness hit when I reach for his belt buckle, am I really going to do this out in the open? I hesitate for a second, and put a hand on his chest. “C-can we go back to the van or something? I don’t want to do this right here.”

“Yes, of course. Don’t be afraid to tell me to stop, I want you to feel safe with me.” I get off of his lap and he begins to pick the stuff up off of the table. I grab the gifts he got me, still slightly in shock at the extent of his love. His love, he loved me. I waited for him to organize the rest of the decorations, and he paused briefly to stare at me. “You’re so beautiful.” I blush at his sudden compliment and we begin to walk back to where he parked. It was a pretty shaded area, we don’t have to worry about someone coming by and catching us. I lay my presents on the passenger seat, and pause before heading to the back. I sit down awkwardly, not sure what to do in this situation. Brendon follows me back a few seconds later and smiles eagerly. He waits for me to make the first move, but I have no idea what I’m doing.

“You’re going to have to take the lead here, you have much more experience in this than I do.” I instantly regret my choice of words when I hear him sigh. He gets closer to me and lays me down on one of the soft blankets on the floor.

“I don’t want you thinking like that, baby. I didn’t care about them as much as I care about you. I wish I would have waited to share this with you, but I thought with my dick instead of my heart. Don’t think about them, just think about you and I, right here, right now.” I nod, feeling butterflies flap around in my gut. Brendon returns his lips to mine for a brief moment, before placing tender kisses down my neck. My breath hitches in my throat as he slides my dress up my legs a bit farther. “I’ll be gentle, I promise. Just relax, baby.” I swallow the lump and allow him to peel the dress from my body, and he stares down at me lovingly. I feel the sudden urge to cover myself, but Brendon begins to strip.

His toned chest makes me feel slightly self-conscious, he was definitely in much better shape than I was. He pulls off his belt and undoes his black pants, pushing them down his legs and tossing them aside. This is the most naked I’ve ever been in front of anyone, and believe me, I was more than fearful that he’d see me uncovered and shield his eyes. Instead, he did almost the exact opposite.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. So beautiful,” he leaves small kisses down my torso, sucking every so often. He supports his body above mine with his strong forearm, and the other hand begins to play with the edge of my panties. He looks down and then back up to me, “Are you still okay with this?” I nod slowly, feeling slightly less nervous. He was right, I felt safe around him. He slowly pulled the material down my legs, and my breathing picked up again. His long fingers worked their way back up and he rubbed his thumb against my clit, causing me to involuntarily arc my back upwards. It was a strange, new feeling that I simply could not get enough of.

“You’re so wet for me, I love you,” he brought his lips to mine again and continued working his fingers over the sensitive area. I gasped when his middle finger entered me, and my right hand searched for his free one by my head. He laced our fingers together and began pumping the digit at an agonizingly slow pace. When the uncomfortable, foreign feeling slowly drifted away, he began pick up the pace. My quiet whimpers filled the van and I could feel a small bundle of heat build in my stomach. He brought his head to my chest again, sucking on my smooth skin. I cried out when he added another finger inside of me, but I soon found myself moaning his name. He curled his fingers, stretching me out and sending waves of pleasure all through my body. The feeling in my stomach tightened up, and I could feel myself clench around his fingers.

“Let go, you’re okay,” he whispers softly, and I do as I’m told. I release around his fingers and he continues his movements, letting me ride out my high. His action slows as my breathing becomes uneven, and he lifts his head from my chest. He removes his hand from me and puts one of his fingers to his lips, sucking slightly. “You did so well, baby. Are you still okay with all of this?” I nod my head, but his eyes harden on me. Much like I can feel something else harden against me. “I need to hear you say it,”

“Brendon, I want you to take me,” this time I said it without any hesitation. I wanted this, I needed him. He crashed our lips together one last time before tugging down his boxers. My eyes widen at his size, he’s so much bigger than I’d expected. Brendon was full of surprises tonight. I touch his shoulder and he stares up at me, he’s such a beautiful man. “Don’t we need… a condom?” The words felt strange coming from my mouth, but I chose not to dwell on it. His eyebrows knit together, he wasn’t planning on have sex tonight, and I don’t blame him, I wasn’t either until half an hour ago.

“I think Spence might have left one in the glove box, let me go check.” I feel cold when he leaves me, I’m still here in just my thin bra. I hear a triumphant ‘aha!’ from the front of the vehicle, and Brendon is back in his spot before I can think about what’s about to happen. I want this, I want this so damn bad. He rips open the foil and slides the rubber around his member, and I still am shocked by his size. He looks at me again, and lifts my back up slightly, just enough to unhook my final piece of clothing. Well, besides the necklace that lay against my now bare chest. He cups my breast with his hand, playing with my nipple lightly. “You’re like a goddess, and I’m the lucky fool who managed to catch you.” I blush at his comment, he’s so sweet.

His hand falls to his manhood, and he presses the tip against me. I grab ahold of his free hand again as he pushes himself in slowly, and I squeeze it tightly. His eyes are focused on where we connect, and he continues pushing inside of me. It doesn’t hurt, per say, but his size doesn’t feel the best either. A tear falls from my eye and I use my remaining hand to touch the size of his face. His eyes meet mine and he loses concentration, accidentally shoving himself the rest of the way in. I cry out and he tries his best to reassure me. He stays stationary for a moment, helping me to adjust to him.

“You’re so big, B. Holy fuck,” he smiles at my vulgarity, I wasn’t normally the type to use that type of language. Sure, I was known to drop a few swear words every now and then, but I’m not sure if Brendon had ever heard me drop an F-bomb.

“It’s okay, we can stop if you want. I know it’s a lot for you right now.” He begins to remove himself from me, but my hand shooting to his waist causes him to gasp.

“Just… go slow, I can do this.” He gingerly smiles down at me and pushes back in slowly, like he had with his fingers. I roll my head to the side and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to adjust to his length. I can tell he’s holding back, he’s probably never gone this slow before. He pushes in at a slightly different angle this time and he hits somewhere that leaves me seeing stars. My eyes shoot open and I grab his arm, “Right there,” I moan and I see a smirk creep onto his face. He goes at the same angle, causing my body to shake. “Faster.” I command, and he eagerly complies.

His head falls into the crook of my neck, and his thrusts grow faster. “You’re so fucking tight,” he lowly whispers in my ear. I can’t seem to make any other noises except his name, which I can tell he’s loving. I remove my hand from his and clutch his hair, pulling it roughly. He groans and bites at my shoulder, picking up his pace even more. Another wave of pleasure fills my stomach, and I grip onto him like he’ll float away.

His movements grow sloppy as he continues to rock into me, I can tell by the change in his moans that he’s reaching his limit. Hearing him breathlessly say “I’m so close, babygirl,” confirms my speculation, and his hand reaches down to my clit again, pressing on it gently. I clench around him as I come undone again, and a bright white light floods over my eyes. Me shouting his name sends him over the edge and he fills the condom, but continues his actions, desperate for the contact to continue.

He pulls out after a few seconds and collapses next to me. He props himself back on his elbows, and sits up fully. He removes the rubber from himself and ties it off, before chucking it into the small trash bin that he keeps in the corner. I still lay on the blanket trying to catch my breath, completely nude. He offers me his shirt and slips back into his boxers. Once I get the cotton fabric over my body he wraps another one of the blankets over us, and snuggles up next to me.

“You did so well, I’m so proud of you, baby.” I curl my head into his bare chest, taking in his compliment. I don’t say anything at first, because another thought had crept into my head.

“I think we should tell our parents about us,” I say carefully, not sure how he’ll react to it. He presses his lips to the top of my head, and rubs my arm with his hand.

“Yeah, we probably should, alright. But right now I just want to lay here with you until the sun comes up. We can tell them in the morning.” My heart does flips when he agrees, I’m so glad that I won’t have to keep us a secret anymore. “I love you, Y/n.” He traces random shapes on my arm delicately.  

“And I love you, Brendon.” My hand lands on his hip and I feel my eyes droop, suddenly very worn out from our activities. He hums quietly, lulling me to sleep, and I let it take over me. I dream of our lives just starting together, and I couldn’t be happier about it.

SO last night I had a dream of this gorgeous man and ugh it was so cute like in the dream I met him and I told him my name and he was being so cute and mispronouncing it just to mess with me,
“Is it Maya?”
“No! It’s Merari!”
“Ferrari?”
And so now I’m super sad bcos i doubt this will ever happen
ps credit to the owner of this pic