saltynemo

[saltynemo]

Drunk In Love

Warnings: Underage drinking, sexual content, swearing, eDgY tEeNs xd,

This picture is so pure oMG!

Ok so Y/n has had a crush on her childhood friend, Josh, for a very long time and when Josh invites her over for some illegal drinking, Y/n accepts. She never planned to confess to him.

Word Count: 1.7k words

  Just as I feel myself doze into a sleep in front of my computer, my phone erupts into my ringtone. I yelp, immediately picking my head up. I grab my phone and look at the caller ID. Oh, its Josh! Why is he calling me at nearly 1 am?

     I swipe my phone screen, answering Josh’s call. “Hello?” I speak, the butterflies in my stomach beginning. I always felt like this talking to him.

     “Hey!” He cheers, a smile obvious on the other end. “Um, I was wondering if you could come over-like, right now...” He asks.

     “I cant, Josh! Do you understand its 1 in the morning!” 

     “Its actually 12:57.” He sasses. I laugh at his response, wondering why he would want me to come over. “Please come over, Y/n. My parent’s aren't home and it’ll be worth it.”

     “Oh, um, ok. Yea I’ll be over in a bit.” We say our goodbyes and hang up. His parent’s aren't home I wonder, my heart skipping a beat at the thought. No, no, no he’s too innocent for sex. Is he?

     I shrug, slipping on a jacket and my phone in my pocket. I close my computer down by holding the power button, not caring to exit out of the windows still up. I slide my feet into my shoes and carefully sneak out my bedroom door, making sure not to wake up my mom. I tip toe my way to the front door, hesitating when I heard a creak.

     I successfully sneak through the door, slowly closing it. I begin to walk down the sidewalk, looking forward to me and Josh’s night out.

     As I approach the young man’s house, I text him, alerting him that I was outside. In less than a minute, I see the door swing open, revealing a cutie in a cat muscle shirt.

     “Y/n!” Josh cheers, smiling brightly. “Come in, quick.” He hurries me, motioning his hand to me. I hurry inside the house, hearing the front portal shut behind me. I observe the house, wondering how Josh’s parents let me come this late, or should I say early, at night.

     “So,” I begin, turning to the handsome boy. “Why did you bring me here?” He chuckles, happiness and excitement obviously in him.

     “I’m glad you asked.” He runs into the kitchen, my curious personality following him. I see him dig around in the fridge, glass clinking together. Suddenly, he pulls out a 750ml bottle of Iceberg Vodka. I choke on my breath, finding myself laughing. He smiles as he holds the bottle up for me, presenting it.

     “Josh,” I shake my head, smiling like a goofball. “We cant drink this!” I say, beginning to take off my jacket. “We’re literally 19. And we’re both not turning 21 anytime soon.” He chuckles, putting down the bottle.

     “So? I know you’ve told me before about stealing alcohol.” He grins, fishing through the cupboards for glasses.

     “I know, but what are your parent’s gonna say?”

     “They aren’t here.” He winks, already pouring us a drink. I roll my eyes, walking over to the soon-to-be-drunk Josh. He pours us both short glasses, one that’s pink and the other red. I hold up the pink glass and study it, the words ‘Twerk Queen’ imprinted on it.

     I laugh, “’Twerk Queen’? Really?” He chuckles, picking up his own shot.

     “My mom is a freak when she isn’t at church.” We both share a giggle at his remark. “Ok, enough chat; I wanna get drunk.”

     “You better not become an alcoholic after tonight.” I warn, watching Josh down his shot. I bring the glass up to my lips and slowly drink the liquid, forgetting it’s a shot. I make a sour face as the vodka buzzes through my veins and up to my brain, making me cringe.

     “Y/n!” Josh chuckles, setting his glass down. “You aren't drinking a can of beer. Its a shot. You have to just down it.”

     “Yea, yea, I know. I forgot.” I shush, the strong taste still in my mouth. “ I’m a first time drinker you know, right?”

     “Yea, I am too. I just thought it would be logical for you.”

     “Shut up” We both share a laugh as Josh pours another shot for both of us. He hands me my filled shot as he takes his own.

     “Remember, its a shot.” He giggles, raising the glass to his lips.

     “I know, dummy.”

     As time went on and more and more alcohol was consumed, we became more and more unaware of what reality was; In other words, we got drunk as hell. After shots became too strong for us, we moved to regular beer, Corona specifically.

     I laugh at a joke Josh slurred, covering my mouth with my hand. We were smashed as fuck.

     “Hey, I got a question.” Josh suddenly says, wiping a tear from his eye. I nod my head, telling him to continue. “Are you a virgin?” 

     “No, far from that.” I giggle. “Once I turned 18, I went crazy.”

     “What do you mean by that?”

     “Well,” I began, setting my drink on the counter. “I lost my virginity to Tyler.” I hear Josh silence a laugh, an apparent smile trying to be hidden. “What?”

     “Nothin’, just continue.” He takes a sip of his beer, watching me intensely as I went on.

     “I also fucked Zach, to get payback for Tyler dumping me.” I chuckle, now remember the scene. “And recently, I fucked my old childhood friend, who we can just call Cody.”

     Josh holds a hand up to me, stopping me. “Out of all your fuck buddys, who was your favorite.”

     “Oh, definitely Cody.” I say without hesitation, taking a quick sip of my beer. “He was so rough, called me degrading names and shit.” 

     Josh is taken back by this, not expecting that coming from my lips. “I always thought you were soft and everything.”

     “Well, not anymore.” I laugh.

     “I bet I can fuck you better than him.” He smirks, chugging the rest of his beer down.

     I roll my eyes at his words, “Yea sure, buddy. You cant fuck me good enough to see stars.”

     I see Josh’s eyes turn dark, jaw clenched. “Bet.” He says bluntly.

     “I bet you’re a bottom boy.” I chuckle, seeing how far I could push his patience.

     I see him slam down his glass, making me jump. “Excuse me?” He says aggressively. He slowly walks over to me, bending down close to me. “I’m sorry, I couldn't hear you.” He says, sarcasm dripping from his lips. “Can you say that again?”

     “I said ‘I bet you’re a bottom boy’.” I repeat, making sure to emphasize the B’s. I smirk, hoping to ignite something inside him. He nods his head, chuckling.

     “That’s funny,” He straightens up his posture, staring directly down at me, making me feel small. I feel his hand, snake up my torso, suddenly gripping my neck. He pulls me close harshly, making my heart pound in my chest. “I don’t remember a little slut like you dominating me.” He barks, leaning down so his mouth is right near my ear. “I should fuck you and show you how dominating I can be to a little fucktoy like you.” He grins, slowly tightening the grip around my throat. I was able to breathe, but it felt like I couldn’t. “I’m gonna plow you right here on the hardwood floor; little sluts like you don’t deserve to be fucked on a bed.”

     Josh lets go of my throat and goes for my hair, pushing me down onto my knees. I struggling to bend down without hurting my joints, but was able to accomplish it. He releases his grip and begins undoing his jean button. I push his hand out of the way, finding myself become excited from the idea of being dominated by Josh. I quickly unzip his pants, tugging them down his thighs. I’m met with his underwear, causing me to realize what was going on. I’m gonna fuck Josh? Here, now?

     I hesitantly pull down his underwear slightly, revealing his shaft, then head. His rod bounces up from excitement, smacking my chin. I hold his dick softly, admiring his size. I pump him slowly, spitting on his cock to lube him up. He groans lowly, watching me do my job closely. I pick up my second hand, giving him the two hand twist; that’s what I call it, at least. I slow down and speed up randomly, teasing him. He groans in satisfactory, watching me kiss the tip of his glazed cock. I smirk up to him, watching him unravel beneath my touch.

     “Top teasing me, Y/n.” Josh moans, grabbing me by the hair. In shock, I let go of his dick, gripping his thighs. He guides my mouth to his rod, pushing it against my lips. I open up wide, letting him insert it all. I feel his 7 inches grind against my lower throat, making me choke. “Pretty girl can’t take it?” He chuckles, still holding my hair. “I thought little sluts like you can take this big cock. I guess not.”

     I shut my eyes, trying to halt myself from gagging anymore. My nose presses against his pubic bone, letting me know his dick was in all the way. He doesn't stop there, pulling my head forward and backwards, face fucking me steadily. My eyes begin to water, blinking away tears. His movements pick up quickly, soon fucking my mouth senselessly. I take a deep breath through my nostrils, hoping this would be over soon. No matter how much I want to please Josh, this can’t go on for much longer.

     Suddenly, he pulls out of my sloppy mouth with a groan, looking down at the mess he made of my face. “I’d love to cum in your mouth, baby.” He huffs, leaning down close to me. His lips brush against my ear, making me shiver, “But I would love to cum in something much sloppier...”

     (I apologize it’s quite short, but I really wanted to finish this. Im sorry I disappeared for a while; my life has been hectic and i just got introduced to new classes etc. Not a real excuse but i do apologize. I hope u enjoyed at least some of this content lmao)

[saltynemo]

Omg I loved The Aftermath so much!!! I’d to see a smut??? No rush tho💓💓💓 love you

I'm getting a lot of feedback on this story and I'm so proud its all positive♡♡♡I really would like to do smut I just hope my "talent" is still with me lol. I was gonna write more, I just didn't see it get a lot of notes so I thought people hated it :/

[saltynemo]

The Aftermath

Lol i havent been mentally stable for the past couple of days bare with me here:

Tyler helps out Y/n with the clique, things going mildly successful

Warnings: cussing, a bunch of happy stuff (tryin to keep it positive)

Word count: too lazy to put a number, but I think its a bunch of words

     I sense a pair of eyes upon me, specifically a man’s eyes. I hear voices and machinery around me, too, identifying it as noise you would hear in a hospital. I batter my eyes open, staring at a ceiling. I feel a hand gently stroke my own, calming me by a pint. I turn my head to the pair of eyes, realizing it was Tyler’s pupils. I haven’t seen him in so long! What could have happened for me to see him?

     “Hey.” He says softly, smiling. Being near him made me feel like nothing in the world could hurt me.

     “Hey...” I repeat, studying his facial features like it was the first time I saw him.

     “You had an accident.” He says. “You took a tumble.” He chuckles gently, knowing his words sounded childish.

     “What kind of tumble?” I say, playing along with his vocabulary.

     “You had an anxiety attack. A bad one, actually. I guess when you saw me walking down the street, your lungs couldn’t handle it and you fainted.” He explains, observing the needles and tubes near me. “I didn’t know I had such beautiful looks that could make someone like you faint.”

     “Me neither.” I force out a chuckle. I slowly started to remember the event, making me realize something. “What happened to the girls?”

     “What girls?” Before I could tell him about the clique, a doctor calls him out of the room. He excuses himself from me and gets up to talk to the professional. I lie there, trying to hypothesize where the girls are right now. Typing up an Instagram caption? Bragging about how they made Tyler Joseph’s ex-wife have an anxiety attack? Who knows.

     Tyler returns with a prescription bottle, saying that I need to take these once a day to stay clear of anxiety attacks. He calls a nurse to release me from the chains, also giving him the bill for the medication and care. After he takes care of business, he drives me to his house.

     “I’ll come around and help you out of the car.” Tyler says, getting out of the vehicle quickly and jogging around it. He opens the door for me and helps me up.

     “Tyler, I’m not crippled. I can make it to the door.” I say, smiling at how sweet he was to try and help me. He chuckles, grabbing my bag and walking me to the door.

     He lets us inside and I’m hit with a quick memory of us on the couch, watching a cliche horror movie. The flashback rolls in my head, a hologram of us eating popcorn, curled up in a blanket displaying on the couch. I pause in the middle of his living room, watching the vision as if its a video.

     “Are you ok?” He asks, a bottle of water in his hand. I don’t look away immediately, still staring at the sofa. “Y/n?”

     “Oh-uh, yea?” I tear my eyes away from the hologram, looking up to his eyes. He gives a look of confusion and concern, handing me the water bottle. “Oh, thanks.” I take a swig of the liquid, refreshing me.

     “At the hospital,” He begins, walking over to the couch to sit down. He pats the seat next to him, manually asking me to sit with him. I take the offer. “You mentioned something about a group of girls. May I ask who they were?”

     “I didn't know exactly who they were but they were definitely your fans. Or, should I say, clique members.” I swallow hard, searching for more details about them.

     “Why did you mention them?” Tyler asks, interested in my story. I go on to tell him the incident that happened on the street before I fainted, trying my best to not go into too much detail to worry him. “How could they?” He covers his mouth with his hand, staring at a nearby object intensely. He immediately gets up and paces around the room, thinking out loud. “That isn't like the clique at all!” He says, upset about my story.

     “We cant do anything, Tyler. They hate me and that’s that.” I sigh, rubbing my temples. I was beyond stressed at this point and he was too. We talked to each other, trying to figure out how to solve this problem.

     “I have an idea,” He begins, plopping down next to me. “I’ll go live on Instagram, tell my side of the story, then they’ll believe me!” He yanks his phone out, scrolling through his apps to find Instagram. I shake my head, knowing it wont work. “Don’t worry, hun. It will work! I’m Tyler Joseph, remember?” He grins, finding the app. I smile at his words, giving his idea a second thought.

     He went live, the screen blaring up with hearts and profile pictures of people joining. He began talking to the camera, explaining that me and him were on good terms and that we still cared for each other vary much, despite our divorce. I see the comments, most of them negative, but some being understanding. I try and keep my head out of sight from the camera, worried that the clique would freak out.

     After 15 minutes of straight talking to the camera, Tyler ends the live, sipping a bottle of water to refresh himself. He looks over to me and smiles, “Ta-da.” He opens his arms wide, inviting me for a hug. I wrap my arms around him, secretly sniffing his chest. I have missed him so much. A small hint of hope blossomed inside my heart. Can things really work out?

     “Thank you so much, Tyler. I cant express how happy I am right now.” I beam, reluctantly removing myself from him. He pats my head playfully, chuckling.

     “No problem, Y/n. I’d do anything for you.” He smiles, pausing. “Well, almost.” I sarcastically gasp, punching his arm. “Also,” He begins, pausing to calm down. “I think you should move back into here.” My heart skips a beat, questioning if this was reality. “Things haven’t really been the same around here, but I just need you safe here so I can watch over you. I think its too early for you to find your own apartment and everything.” He rambles.

     “I’d love to move back here. I think it’s too early, as well.” I beam. As he begins to get up, I stop him, holding his hand. “Wait-one more thing.” He sits down again, waiting for me to speak. “I know the answer’s going to be no, but is it ok if we-um, like-” I stutter, trying to find the right words.

     “It’s ok, hun. You can ask me anything.” He smiles softly, putting his hand over mine.

     “Can we kiss-just one last time. I promise this is going to be the last-” Before I can continue, he cuts me off, leaning in close. His lips connect with mine passionately, his hand cupping my jaw, thumb behind my ear. I close my eyes, softly making out with him. I kissed him like he was my last source of oxygen, feeling him press his lips into me harder. He slipped his tongue into my mouth slyly, intensifying the kiss. I wonder where this was going...

(lowkey wanna make a smut for it but idk if my mind is up for that much love)

[saltynemo]

I saw your answer to that other anon and I just wanted you to know that you don't have to feel bad for not posting/ writing, we (or at least I) will stick around, don't worry. And if you don't want to write (certain topics), then don't. Because writing is supposed to be fun and be something that feels good and relaxing. Please don't pressure yourself 💞

Thank you so much ♡ it means a lot for you and everyone who has/will stick around. But should take responsibility for not writing. If I don't pressure myself, I won't get work done. Sometimes pressuring is ok in the write context ♡

[saltynemo]

u ok? You have been inactive lately and i have been worried just letting you know we are here for you.

I'm trying to be ok, it's been a yes and no answer lately. I have been thinking about this account a lot and how you all really supported me and it kills me knowing I just left this account really. I try and bring myself to write but my brain is just dead. Most of (all of) my stories are love stories so when I write, the memories of me and my ex flood back to me. He recently broke up with me so that's been the main reason I've been inactive lately. Plus, with school and stuff, my schedule has been crazy. I know I'm just saying excuses but its the truth. I am going to work on my recent story rn even though its 7 am lol. I may have it out on Friday sksksk. Anyway don't worry, anon, if you made me work. Maybe if I write all my worries will go away for a little bit ✩

[saltynemo]

I’m sorry if I am annoying you but when do you think you will be done writing Cause and effect part 2??? 🤞🤠

Lately my life has been a roller coaster of emotions and I'm frankly not sure. When I get home from school, I'll begin working on it. The latest would be by Friday

[saltynemo]

hiii how old are youu

I'm not old enough lol, I'm 14 tho

[saltynemo]

brooo fr i also agree I want a part 2 of Cause and Effect my heart is just ughhhshshs

Same omg. Since you're the second person who asked for one, I'll work on it :)

[saltynemo]

Is it just me or I want a P2 OF “Cause and Effect”?

I hope it’s not just you and I because I’m not gonna lie, I kind of liked the ending. At first I thought it was way too much of a time gap, but then I came to like it. If more people suggest a PT2, then I’ll consider writing it. I hope I can think of the plot

[saltynemo]

Cause and Effect

I’m alive bitches

(this was requested)

Sorry i’ve been ghosting, stressful life these days. Im 14, I have no sense of responsibility running a fanfic page.

 Tyler and Y/n get in a fight and he decides to end the marriage. The effect wasn't so great and led Y/n into a dark hole.

Warnings: Angst, Cussing, Fighting/Arguing (if you’re sensitive to this stuff like me, I advise you don’t read), 

Word Count: 976

S/N=Ship Name

     “You never spend time with me, Tyler! The only thing I see you do is sleep, leave the house, or watch TV!” I speak firmly, animating my hands in a chopping motion. I was upset. Upset that Tyler never talked to me as much as he used to. Upset that he always leaves the house. Upset I never see him. I was starting to believe he loved his career more than he loved me.

     “What are you talking about, Y/n? We always spend time together. Like the night before last. We watched a movie!” He replies, tossing his jacket on the couch, walking towards the kitchen.

     “You fell asleep in the middle of the movie. Plus, the only reason we watched it was because I complained to you about how you don’t spend time with me!” I shout, crossing my arms.

     “Y/n, I’ve been busy lately. This goddamn album is almost done and I just need to relax when I get home.”

     “Relax with me!” I cry. “Cuddle up next to me and tell me you love me while you snooze on my shoulder!” 

     “I need to sleep alone. I’m not always in the mood to cuddle, ya’ know?” He sighs.

     “Just because you have a mental illness doesn't mean you cant show me some love!” I shout, my words cutting the air. I instantly regretted it when it left my mouth.

     “Do not bring Blurryface into this!” He barks, pointing at me sharply. I sigh, rubbing the sides of my head.

     “I’m sorry.” I put my hands down. “I shouldn't have said that.”

     “Look, Y/n..” He exhales. “Our marriage isn't working out. You’re unhappy and I’m unhappy.” My heart drops, feeling as if it has stopped. It felt like the world and the universe just split. Is he really doing this to me? “I think we should split up...”

     It has been 24 hours since he broke up with me. He decided to sleep in the guest bedroom while I took the master bedroom. I tried to talk him into letting me sleep in the guest bedroom, but he made up his mind. I haven't thought of a way to tell the Clique about us, but I knew it would be horrible if they found out a different way.

     I posted on Instagram a picture of a black screen with the caption explaining the current situation. I basically said we were both unhappy and decided to end the marriage, concluding the statement with saying it was both our fault and I still care for him. Seconds I hit the Share button, my Instagram was full of shocked fans commenting and hearts. I wonder how this will turn out...

     The first couple of hours were comments of Stunned fans and devastated S/N accounts. For the next couple of days, death threats and harsh comments or DMs were the only things I saw. “You’ll pay for hurting Tyler” and “You deserve death” were the most common words I saw. It’s only been 3 days and I already fell into a depression. I’ve always been a happy person, but the disconnection between me and Tyler, including the Clique’s negativity, made me shiver from sobbing non-stop.

     All I felt was regret and sadness. Tyler found me an apartment and decided to rent me a room until I was in good enough health to get a job and pay for it by myself. I didn't think I would get into good shape anytime soon.

     I noticed I haven't eaten in days, my organs possibly failing from the lack of nutrition. I persuade myself to get up from my bed and go out. I slap on a hoodie and sweatpants, not caring for the hot and humid weather that awaited for me outside. I slip on socks, my vans following the process. Grabbing a 20 on my counter, I walk out the door, heading towards the Grocery Store.

     It barely took me 10 minutes to fill a bag with Ice Cream and head out the door. I was looking forward to binging and crying for the next couple of hours. As I make my way down the street, I hear gasps behind me. I glance over my shoulder, seeing a group of what seemed like young adults. One of them wore a Twenty One Pilots shirt, making me nearly jump. I walk faster, hoping they would get the idea that I wasn't in the mood to answer questions.

     “Hey!” One of them shouts, jogging up to me. “Y/n!” She shouts again, tapping my shoulder when she caught up to me. I turn around, faking a smile.

     “Hi.” I study her face, her stone cold expression making it obvious she wasn't happy with me.

     “Why did you break up with Tyler?” She asks, attitude dripping from her mouth. “Why would you break his heart like that.” 

     “You got this all wro-”

     “No, we understand the situation.” Another girl asks, the whole group caught up with me and plastered with scornful faces.

     “You broke up with Tyler and broke his heart. The ‘we still care about each other’ bullshit didn't fool us!” She barks, crossing her arms.

     “You’re a horrible person.” A third girl chimes in.

     “Now listen, believe what you want to believe, but me and Tyler are on good terms. I have no clue where-” I begin, the girl’s voices cutting me off. I was in no shape to argue what’s true and untrue with them. I may be older than them, but I felt powerless. 

     Filled to the brim with rage and fear, I walk away, the group hot in my tracks. They yell swears at me, telling me I cant face the truth. I continue to walk, blocking out the noise until I couldn't hear anything. It was all a blur. The first moment, I was walking away from them; the next moment, I was in a hospital bed, surrounded by nurses.

(bad ending, but It took me basically 35 minutes to write so :[)

[saltynemo]

are requests open? If so can you please please pleaseee if you can do a angst x Reader with Tyler Joseph? Where they break up/get a divorce and the fandom blames it on the reader and ect and well idk???

They’re always open, I’m happy you asked. It will probably take a long time, but I can maybe do something like that. Highschool is hell and I’m not doing so good, but I’ll make it. Haven’t thought about this page in a looong time, glad you submitted a request. I’ll probably submit a smut drabble then work on your ask.

[saltynemo]

Break Up Pt.3

hEY yA’LL, haven't thought about my Brendon fic in a loooong time. Hated the plot and thought of it. Anyway, here is a story that will continue your journey with Brendon.

No warnings here, just cute shit, and cursing. So sorry if the fic is a little short .-.

Word Count: 816

     I feel lights shine on me, bright and big through my eyelids. I groan in pain as I rub my temples, trying to figure out where I was. Oh, that’s right...I’m at a bar with Brendon and Audrey went full ape shit on me.

     I try and sit up, but it hurt even more, so I gave up and just lied there. I feel a hand brush hair away from my face, voices in the backround. Then I feel an ice cold touch on my forehead. Too soft to be skin, so it must be a bag.

    “This should help.” I hear a voice say. Brendon?

     “I got hit in the back of the head, dumbass.” I chuckle, finally opening my eyes. I see Brendon towering above me, his eye twinkling in the light.

     “Sorry, just tryin’ to help.” He apologizes, grinning softly.

     “It’s ok, just take me home.” Brendon nods and takes the icepack off me, beginning to lift me up. It hurt like hell, but I’d rather be standing up than laying down on a hard wooden floor. 

     He assists me out of the building, glancing over to Audrey who was yelling at some customers. He shakes his head, opening the car door for me. He helps me into the car, closing the door. He runs around the car and hops into the drivers seat, turning the engine on.

     “Do you want any music?” He asks, looking over to me. I shake my head no, getting ready to fall asleep again. As he pulls out of the Bar parking lot, I feel myself doze off, dreaming of how Brendon was my hero.

     I wake up from the feeling of my hair being played with, soothing me, but woke me up otherwise. I open my eyes slowly, seeing it was dark in the room, but lowly lit. Am I back at the apartment? I feel a hand over my stomach, looking down and figuring out it was Brendon’s. Aw, that is so sweet!  

     I feel a rush of happiness flow over me. This man cares for me, and I care for him. I begin to question my thoughts. Did I fall in love with Brendon? I’ve known him since we were children, he has to have some feelings for me...right? I fight a war within my head, trying to figure out what to do.

     “Hey, Y/n? You ok?” I hear Brendon say with his groggy morning voice.

     “Yea, just...thinking”

     “About?” He adjusts his position, continuing to play with my hair. I take in a breath, deciding to tell him about my feelings.

     “I’ve been thinking lately about...us.” I begin. “I’ve noticed we have gotten closer since you broke up with Audrey. I dont know how to say this, but...” I pause, hesitating out of nervousness.

     “It’s ok, Y/n. I wont get upset.” He smiles. I nod, finding my words.

     “I think, I’ve caught feelings for you, Brendon. I almost think I’ve fallen in love.” I say, the silence after my words uneasing me.

     “I’ll be honest, I’ve caught feelings for you, too.”

     “Why? What’s so dashing about me.” I chuckle, eager for his response.

     “First of all, why do you think I kissed you in the mall. Dallon was lying when he said I had vodka. Second of all, everything about you is amazing. Your hair, your personality, humor, everything!” He grins, twirling my hair with his index finger.”

     “True.” I laugh, rubbing  circles with my thumb on his hand. “I noticed I caught feelings for you when you played with my hair and just took care of me in general after my head got smashed with a beer bottle.”

     “Ha, I guess so.” He chuckles.

     “I don’t know where I would be without you, Brendon.”

     “Me either...” He sighs. I smile softly, getting up from his lap. I turn so I was facing him and technically straddling him. I look into his eyes for a short moment, admiring the brown. We both meet each other into a kiss, connecting passionately. No lust was involved, only love. We loved each other.

     As the kiss heated, his tongue asked for permission to enter my mouth, which I allowed. Our tongues dances together gracefully. If it was possible, we were doing a slow dance.

     “Ha! I knew you two would get together!” A voice cackles, startling both of us. I quickly turn around, the male voice jump-scaring me. I look to see Josh and Tyler standing there, cooing at us.

     “Guys, shut up.” Me and Brendon say, our faces reddening.

     “Y/n and Brendon, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” They sing in unison, laughing with us. “Soon, they will be F-U-C-K-I-N-G.” Josh adds, snickering. Tyler playfully punches his shoulder, telling him to be PG.

     Me and Brendon look at each other, figuring they’re right. Either way, I was excited for our forever lasting journey together in the future.

(FUCK ME THATS CUTE, also this isn't proofed and free of errors sorry)

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I better be the first one to make a meme out of this smh

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Part three of break-up?!?! Please I need

I feel horrible that I haven't been working on any fics at all lately. I've barely worked on Drunk In Love and I'm just stuck idefk. I still need to think of a plot that's not boring and that intrigues the reader. I'll work on it for sure tonight. Sorry for such a long wait, schools about to start and I'm just stressed. Plus my boyfriend is going to a different school than me so that's putting a lot of weight on me and my mind hasn't even come across my account for a long time. I'm rambling sorry I'll work on it no worries :):):)

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I go to an all girls school but I’m going to a co ed one next year thank goodness. I need to find me some emo boys

Lol well I'm happy that you get to probably meet some good ol emo boys. If they like TOP then that would be grand. But if they like Hollywood undead that would be rare ;)

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I never thought I’d reach 400 followers ever. I thought it was impossible and I’d reach maybe 300 like at only one year. My first post was August 6, 2017 with the fan fiction In Real Life. That was my first story ever. I’m not good at saying thank you but just thank you for reading my stories, my replies, my requests. Just thank you so much for giving me support. I know 400 may not be a lot to a normal fanfic account with over 700 followers, but to me, it’s more than a number. Thank you for everything 💖

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Its like 1:30 am and I'm in a shitty mood so I'm going to read all the smut on your masterlist until I fall asleep 😂😂

Lol thank you so much I do appreciate it. Its 2:42am for me and all I’m doing is talking to my friends while slowly writing Drunk In Love smut. Thx for reading my stories. P.s: I hope your mood gets better :)