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The guy I’m talking to asked if i wanted to hang out tonight and IM FREAKING OUTTTT

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Oh yeah?

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david dobrik and shawn mendes ♡ 

peace signs and hard workers

necklaces and singing

puppy lovers and glasses+headbands

necks and disposable cameras

their face when they,,,

fashion icons

strong boys

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absolutely losing my mind

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I LOVE HER

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BEAUTY

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Harry for SNL

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Even though I do truly think they were just laughing at the shock value and vardans reaction (and I also think he reacted like that because it wasn’t true and he didn’t expect it to say he was lying not because it was about a boy) it’s still important to acknowledge how damaging it could be to a young person questioning their sexuality who now thinks they’ll be laughed at for it

they do not need to be spreading around the idea that being gay is funny or a joke

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I just wanna hug him and cuddle him and kiss him on the cheek :(

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Imagine David playing with your emotions. Being gentle but rough at the same time. Kissing you softly while choking you. Calling you Babygirl while slapping your ass. Telling you he loves you while his cock rams inside you. Calling you pretty when clearly you're a mess. Saying your his and his only, while gripping your tits. God. Just imagine him being soft but rough.

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in my element : i.f

brief summary: ilya surprises you with tickets to panic! at the disco to cheer you up

word count: 961 requested: yes! by an anon a good month ago (i’m a bit late, but it’s cute I promise!) warnings: none that I’m aware of??

* I just wanna say my requests are closed for a while! I know you guys wanna send ideas in, but can you hold off for a week or so if that’s okay - just so I can catch up :) *

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it isn’t me. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

“Babe, you in?” Ilya calls out into your apartment as you sit upstairs, dancing around in your room as you do your makeup. 

You remain oblivious to your boyfriend presence as he wanders around, heading up the stairs to the sound of music vibrating through the floorboards. 

Poking his head through your bedroom door, his smile only grows as your back remains turned to him. He watches as you dance around the room in your underwear, singing out of tune to Panic! at the Disco once again. 

“I roam the city in a shopping cart, a pack of camels and a smoke alarm!” You continue to sing, your hair flying in your face as you bounce around using your foundation brush as a microphone. “This night is heating u-” Turning around you scream and throw the brush at Ilya, hitting him in the chest.

“Ow.” He mutters, taking the brush and placing it on your dresser as you stand slightly breathless. 

“Alexa! Pause.” You yell, causing silence to fall between the two of you as Ilya holds his laughter back whilst you cross your arms.

“You know,” Ilya speaks up, stepping closer toward you. “you should really be careful who you give your spare keys to.” He chuckles as he brings you into his arms, receiving an eye roll from you in response. 

“What’re you doing here anyway?” You ask as you remove yourself from his embrace, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you were going to be in LA for another few days.” 

Ilya sighs, pushing your hair out of your face as he smiles down at you. “I missed you,” He states sweetly, but you’re not buying it. “and I also have a surprise for you.” 

You groan under your breath and step back. “You know I hate surprises.” You tell him, crossing your arms once again which Ilya can’t help but think is adorable. 

“I think you’ll like this one, I promise.” He states with a smile rising across his face. 

“You said that last time,” You remind him, thinking back to the Skunk he brought into your apartment and forgot to tell you it hadn’t been disarmed like he thought. “and what happened then, babe?” You force back your laugh, picturing the moment Ilya picked the Skunk up and had it spray all over his chest as he screamed. 

“This one is better, that I can say for sure.” He tries to encourage you into this idea as you take a seat on your bed, Ilya quickly following as he reaches into his jacket pocket, revealing an envelope. 

Placing the envelope on your lap, Ilya watches with wide eyes as you hesitantly pick it up and look at it. “What’d you put in it, a shit ton of glitter?” You chuckle, watching as he shakes his head. 

“Just open it, I promise it’ll be worth it.” He encourages as you let out a small sigh, forcing it open and see two tickets inside.

Pulling them out, you blink a few times as you see who it’s for. “What the fuck?!” You mutter before rising to your feet, dropping the tickets in disbelief. “What the actual FUCK Ilya!” You squeal before running over and tackling him onto your bed, listening to his laughter rise as you remain on top of him. 

“I told you it was a good surprise!” He tells you as you sit upright on top of him, a look of pure shock on your face. “So, tomorrow night, front row.” He states and watches as you stop moving entirely. “Y/n? You in there?” His hands rest on your hips, shaking you slightly before you snap out of your trance.

“I’m going to meet Brendon Urie.” You state blankly, staring straight ahead at your wall. “Oh my god, I feel like I’m a teenager again.” You cover your face with your hands, laughing into them in a state of hysterics. 

“It’ll be great, babe.” Ilya tells you as you look back at him before leaning down, kissing him passionately and feel his hands rising up your back, tugging on the straps of your bra.

Pulling away, you look at him with a puzzled look on your face. “Wait,” You question, causing panic to spread through his body. “how’d you manage these tickets?” 

Ilya laughs under his breath. “I’ve got a friend with connections.” He shrugs his shoulder before pulling you back into him, both of you knowing the friend all too well.

*

Standing beside you, Ilya watches as you sing along with all your might. Your forehead is glistening, he can feel everyone around him dancing and pushing him in front of the bright lights but he knows you’re loving every single minute of this. 

You reach down, taking his hand in yours as you dance, jumping up and down with more energy than you’ve had in months. “This is fucking insane!” You yell to Ilya who only just makes out what you’re saying. 

Turning your gaze back to the stage, Brendon begins to move closer to the crowd and crouches down. His hand is outstretched and you reach out, managing to give him a high five whilst Ilya films.

As he walks away you wear a look of pure shock on your face and Ilya having recorded the entire thing is determined to never let you live it down. 

“You’re just amazing, you know that, right?” Your arm remains around his waist as you walk out of the arena, heading back to his car as you yawn feeling the adrenaline begin to wear off. 

“Anything to see your smile, Y/n.” He tells you, leaning down and kissing you softly as you climb into the car, drifting off to sleep with a smile on your face.

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when they pan down 🤤

his smile will be the death of me

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that’s babie 🖤

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holy

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HANDCUFF ME SIR

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strip for me daddy

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Do y’all see that