Welcome to the dark side

Vivvy // 20 // main blog is at toofadedtofight

[bitchitspm]

this blog is 7 years old today wtf!!!!

[blackglassroses]

“I thought you said one more?” b.a

A/N: Repost since tumblr fucked up the original🙄 I saw somebody (I don’t remember who oops) talking about a first kiss with Brandon & I got inspired. The video is NOT mine, I just added the music to it. Hope y’all like it♥️———————————————————————

“I’m comingggg hang on!” You struggled with pulling on your shoe while you hopped on one foot towards the excited knocking on your front door. You pulled open the door revealing your energetic visitor. “B? I thought we said 10:30? It’s like only 10:15?” Brandon shrugs & smiles “I got too excited and couldn’t wait any longer, come on let’s go! I don’t wanna miss anything!” You laugh at your best friends eagerness as you finally win the battle with your shoe & lean down to tie it. “Okay just let me tie my sh-” Brandon grabs your hand & pulls you to your feet & out the door. “Tie ‘em in the car, come on we gotta go!”

“I still can’t believe you didn’t even bring a jacket.” Brandon laughed in disbelief as he flopped down next to you on the blanket spread out on the ground. You shove his shoulder & roll your eyes “It’s not my fault you were early, I barely left with my shoes on! I’m gonna freeze my ass off tonight.” “Well we definitely don’t want that happenin’ so I guess it’s a good thing I brought an extra hoodie huh?” “No way, for real?” He laughs again & pulls out a black hoodie from his backpack & hands it to you “Yeah for real, I know you’re always forgettin’ shit so I brought an extra one” You sit up & pull the soft material over your head, sighing gratefully as the oversized garment swallows your body & lessens the chill in the air. “See this is why you’re my best friend, I fucking love you.” He laughs again & pulls you back to lay down next to him “Yeah yeah I know...” he trails off. “Your hoodies are my favorite, they’re so comfy and always smell like you” He smiles & hums in acknowledgement as the two of you look up at the starlit sky, listening to the soft music drifting from his phone.

You both spend the next couple of hours talking, laughing, pointing out what shapes you see in the stars & seeing who can catch the most snacks in their mouth. “There’s Orion right there, see the brightest star?” You grab his hand, pointing his index finger to line up with the star. “That’s Rigel, oh and that one is Bellatrix.” “Yoo like in Harry Potter right? I like that one.” He drops his hand back to rest on his stomach & sighs. “This is like my favorite type of shit you know? Just chillin’ out here, waitin’ to see shootin’ stars with you.” You laugh & wiggle closer to him in an effort to steal some of his warmth, resting your head on his chest. “Technically its a meteor shower but close enough.” He laughs & wraps his arm around you, resting his hand on your waist “You know what I meant.” & presses his lips to the top of your head. You freeze at his unexpected action & feel his body react at the same time, his muscles stiffening under you, heart thundering against his chest as he realizes what he did. He curses under his breath “Sorry...shit I uh...I don’t know what came over me.” You feel your own heartbeat quickening, matching the sound of his pressed against your ear. “It’s okay...” you whisper softly before sliding your hand across his stomach, holding your breath as you tentatively lace your fingers with his. His body relaxes at your touch & your heart flutters as he gently rubs your thumb with his own. You both sit in silence for a few moments, uncertainty filling the atmosphere between you. You take a deep breath & work up every ounce of courage you can muster. “B...can I be real with you for a minute?” He stops his soothing strokes against your skin & squeezes your hand reassuringly. “Always, whatchu wanna say?” You swallow thickly & focus your attention to where your hands are joined. “I probably shouldn’t say this, I know we’re just friends but...I just need you to know that its more than that for me...you make me feel happy and safe...you feel like home. You know how I am about romance and all that soft stuff but I want it with you....I wanna go on cute dates and be the one that gets to treat you right and all that...I wanna be more than just your best friend.”

He pulls his hand free from yours & reaches under your chin, tilting your face up to his, smiling as his eyes scan your face. “You have no clue how long I’ve been waitin’ to hear you say that.” A shy smile breaks across your face “Really?” He laughs softly & brushes a few strands of hair from your face before stroking side of your face with his thumb. “Really baby.” Your cheeks warm under his touch as the name slips past his lips. His gaze drops to your lips “Can I kiss you now?” Your heart leaps & you nod, smiling softly. He leans down & presses his lips to yours softly. He pulls away after a few seconds, smiling before going back in & kissing the sides of your lips & then moving to kiss your cheeks. You giggle at the feathery touch of his lips “B we’re gonna miss the meteors if you don’t stop.” He stops his gentle attack on your face long enough to look up at the sky then back at you “Just one more?” You roll your eyes & attach your lips to his again & he quickly rolls you over onto your back, hovering over you. “I thought you said one more?” He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows & leans in closer, ghosting his lips over yours. “I lied baby.”

[toofadedtofight]

bad days (n.m.)

I got bored so,,,,, enjoy word count: 800+

Some things never changed, including your “I’m having a bad day” routine. It always started with a text to your boyfriend Nick. “can i come over?” and there were only ever three responses to that: 1) ya let me kno when you leave, 2) why i dont come over to yours?, or 3) everything okay ma? And today was the third one. Responding quickly with “no not really” you put your phone down only for it to start ringing 30 seconds later. 

Seeing Nick’s contact photo on your home screen you picked up the phone, tears already in the back of your throat. Before even saying hello Nick’s voice is floating through the call. 

“What’s wrong baby? Talk to me,” his voice is soft, concerned. “I’m just….. Sad, and tired, I’m so tired.” He knew that school had been kicking your ass lately, the build up of assignments and with midterms coming there was little time left for any form of self care. 

“Alright Ma, that’s okay. Come on over and we’ll just relax.” “Okay, I’ll be over in 10.” The tears are now slowly slipping down your face, thankful that he just understood. “Hey ma?” “Ya Nick?”

“I love you, you know that right?” Of course you knew it, but it was always nice to hear him say it. To know that it wasn’t just all in your head. “Yes Nick, I know, I love you too, very much.” With a quick exchange of goodbyes you end the call and grab you purse and car keys, driving over to Nick’s.

When you get to the house, you find Nick’s car is missing from the driveway. Confused you unlock the door and slowly wander inside. Going in to find Austin and Zion on the couch, you walk into the kitchen, setting you keys down on the table and you hear Zion yell from the living room.

“He went to the store to get snacks! He made you tea, it’s on the counter.” you smile to yourself, seeing the lemon ginger tea on the counter and went back into the living room to greet the guys. “Bad day?” Zion asks, knowing that herbal tea was part of the bad day routine.  “Yeah… school is hard, work is rough.” Zion hummed in reply and you walked to Nick’s room.

There was a pair of grey sweats and a football jersey left on the bed for you. Lazily changing and slithering your way into his unmade bed, you curled up and dozed off quickly wrapped up in the scent of your boyfriend. 

Waking up an hour later wrapped in Nick’s arms he was snoring softly in matching grey sweatpants and shirtless. As you started to gain more consciousness, you slowly started to litter his chest and neck with light kisses, whispering soft “I love you’s” into his skin. As you took in his sleeping you realized how amazing your boyfriend is. The love you felt for the boy who knew which sweatpants were your favourites, or the type of tea you liked to drink, or your favourite type of chips from the convenience store down the street, was so immense. Nick was always one to go above and beyond to make sure you are always feeling the best, and today was no exception. As his eyes started to peer at your through sleepy lids he kissed your forehead.

“I got that soup from the deli around the corner, squash soup, thought it would help,” he said in a groggy voice. You nearly started crying again over how thoughtful he was. 

“Thanks baby, means a lot” you mumbled with your lips against his skin. “You ever gonna tell me what’s buggin’ you ma?” he inquired, treading lightly, gauging your reactions as he spoke, giving you his absolute undivided attention. “Nothing I wanna talk about, just kinda sad,” you sighed after and he knew that the stress and lack of sleep was the most prominent reason for your bad day, but just kept quiet while he played with your hair. 

After a while of just laying in silence you both decided you should probably eat, so you both dragged yourselves out of the warm bed and made your way to the kitchen where you saw all of your favourite snacks on the counter, everything down to your favourite flavour of instant noodles. 

The two of you spent the rest of the evening eating snacks and talking about absolutely nothing important but your mood improved by the hundreds. 

“Hey nick?” you peered at him through your long lashes. 

“Yeah baby?” he put his phone down to give you his full attention. 

“Thank you for today, you always know exactly what to do.”

“Anything for you baby you know that,” he spoke getting up from his chair to peck you on the lips. Maybe bad days weren’t so bad after all. 

[toofadedtofight]

ahh yes *more* mirror selfies nobody asked for

[ghostofyoujpg]

what’s the points of cnco and prettymuch releasing songs like ya tu sabes and me necesita if i CAN’T throw it back on members from either band

[blackheartedcal]

Do you still want me?

You couldn’t believe it. How it all happened made no sense. You and Z had been over for about 6 weeks when you’d gotten a call that he’d been an accident.

He was “fine” but kinda banged up. Your break up was hard. You loved him, but you both fought like crazy and he was just as insecure as you. The last fight you had was for sure the worst.

It started over a girl at the store flirting with him in front of you. You wanted him to make some sort of gesture to show he wasn’t interested and he didn’t. He actually flirted back. You’d been fighting for an hour. A few of the boys tried to come in and defuse the situation, but failed. In a moment of anger he told you that you were right and should be scared, cause he could do better.

After that you just couldn’t get over it. You broke things off and cut all communication. He texted you telling you he was sorry, that what he said wasn’t true and he’d never meant it. You knew he wasn’t lying, but also there was truth to it. He could find someone better. So you thought the most fair thing to do was let him.

But here you were standing at his door. Knocking at 2 in the afternoon after leaving work. You needed to make sure he was ok with your own eyes.

When he opened the door the look on his face was unreadable.

“I um, I heard about an accident and I just wanted to make sure you were ok. You look fine and your car does too so, I’m um- I’m gonna just go.”

“No, wait... I was in an accident. I wasn’t driving, but gotta little banged up.” He stretched out his arm showing you the black cast around his arm. You reached out touching it gently.

“Oh Z, did it hurt? Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m alright, really sore. Need a massage but ain’t no way I’m letting these guys do it.”

“Well I mean, I can do it. If you really need it.”

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“Zi, it’s fine. You know I like taking care- well I mean I used to. I used to like taking care of you and stuff. It’s not a big deal.”

“Ok, well come in.”

You volunteered before you could even think twice. Mentally cursing yourself the further into the house you got. When you go to his room he sat on the end of the bed. You slipped off your shoes walking up to stand between his legs. Reaching for his shirt pulling it over his head. Once it was over his head he looked up at you. His brown eyes searching yours for some sort of answer to all your problems.

You looked away and walked towards his bathroom grabbing lotion. You put some on your hands and rubbed them together to warm them before taking your place in from of him again and rubbing your hands over his shoulders. You started to massage out the tension his head falling forward to rest on your chest, small moans leaving his mouth. After a minute or two he rested his hands on your waist and slowly pulled you closer to his body.

“Feels really really good mamas.”

You could feel him slowly feeling his way up your body and sliding his hands under your shirt. First running your hips, then slowly sliding his hands up. As his touch rose up you could feel your shirt rising with it and he started leaving small kisses on your exposed skin.

You knew you should have stopped him, but you couldn’t. You missed his touch. Your hands traveled up his neck and to his face pulling it away from your skin to look at you. You could never say no to his eyes, they got you every damn time. As you leaned down he reached up kissing you slowly going from your lips to your neck.

“Thank you for coming to check on me baby.”

“Mmmhmm.”

He pulled you down onto the bed. Falling back into his sheets as he hovered over you kissing any skin he could find.

“ I want you so bad baby. Do you still want me?”

You quickly nodded your head yes. “Can you tell me? Tell me you want me baby.”

“I do Z, I really do. I want you still.”

“Let’s get you out of these clothes then.”

With every piece of clothing shed you silenced the voice inside telling you this was a mistake. How could he be a mistake? You were snapped out of your thoughts by his touch. He kissed your shoulder and forehead as he laid you back parting your thighs settling between them. He moaned into your mouth as he slid into you.

“Jesus baby, always feel so good. Always look so beautiful.”

“Harder Z please.”

That was all you had to say. He knew what you wanted and needed from him. He shifted up sitting back on his knees and slightly slid you up to him. Pinning your hips to the mattress he snapped his hips hard and deep until you were so lost in pleasure you were screaming his name.

You could feel him hitting places deep in you that you weren’t sure he ever had. Loud strangled moans flowed out of your mouth as you tried to grab hold of anything and everything all at once.

“Stop squirming baby, just enjoy it. I can tell your feeling good.”

“God Z, it’s just so good. You’re so good. I can’t take much more baby.”

You felt him pull out, relief flooding you. Until you felt him pulling your thighs over his shoulders and then his mouth on you. Your hand immediately tangling into his dreads.

“Fuck Z. I told you I can’t, I can’t take it.”

You could feel him smiling against you. The one thing you always did right together was this. It was the only time you were on the same page.

“Damn it mamas, always taste so good. Gonna be a good girl for me? Gonna ride me like you used to?”

You nodded slowly sitting up and crawling over to where he sat against the headboard. You slowly sunk down and slowly moved your hips. His grip tightened around you as he put his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. He leaned into you as he whispered his warning

“Don’t play with me baby, move that little ass faster before I turn you over and take you as hard as I really want to.”

You immediately sped up your pace knowing he wouldn’t hesitate too. You had to keep some sort of control in the situation. You couldn’t take much more then he’d already given you.

You eventually ended up exactly how he’d warned. Turning your head you realized you could see him, watch his every move, he realized the mirror on his dresser gave you a perfect view. He snapped his hips harder and quicker.

“Look at you baby, look at yourself. Look how good you take it.” Your moans were loud and never ending as you both came moments later. He tried to pull you closer to his body once he settled beside you, but he could tell you were hesitant to come closer to him.

When you finally sat up a few minutes later he watched you intently as you put your clothes on.

“I meant what I said, you look really beautiful.”

“Thanks, I’ve been working out pretty hard. Lost some weight, that’s probably why.”

“No mamas, you’ve always been beautiful. I’ve always told you that.”

“Well you also told me you could get someone better too so, yeah.”

“I was an asshole. I’m sorry.”

“Its ok, I um- I should go. I’m glad you’re ok though.”

“It’s not ok, let me make it up to you please. You could stay here.”

“I don’t know Z. This, we- we weren’t supposed to do this. I just came to see if you were ok.”

“But maybe, just maybe this is what was supposed to happen. You know I been missin you.”

“I’ve missed you too. But I don’t miss the fights and the hurtful words. I don’t miss the insecurities on both our parts.”

“We can work on that.”

“I need time to think about it. Okay?”

“I guess let me walk you out then.”

He got up throwing on some shorts and took you rhand in his as he led you through the house. Approaching the living room a red flush hit your cheeks as you saw all 4 boys sitting in the living room.

“Told you it was her” Brandon let out a little laugh.

“Cut the shit bro.” Z snapped quickly.

“Zion were just teasing, happy to see you working shit out is all.”

“Yeah well shit ain’t changed so, just chill.”

“Whatchu mean, you sure as hell sounded like you were getting along a few minutes ago.” Nick let out with a huge laugh.

You literally wanted the world to open up swallow you as you walked through the living room.

“Bro can y’all just stop, you’re not making this any better.”

A sorry came out all in unison.

You knew they meant well, they were just fucking with you. But you could tell Zion was tense, you were tense. You both had so much to think about. Would it actually be any different, could you honestly walk out of the house and drive away from him.

“Hey Z.”

“Yeah baby?”

“I was thinking maybe um, maybe I could stay?”

His head turning to look back at you. The sweet smile on your face was all he needed to see to make the tension melt away.

“Yeah that’s cool. Let’s get you into something more comfortable then baby.”

“Alright.”

[dilly-o-billy]

You should make a dating would include with brandon. I fricking love your writing style 💕

WOWEE IM A BRANDON GIRL SO THIS IS GOING TO KILL ME

Dating PM would include

DATING BRANDON WOULD INCLUDE: 

Waking up in the middle of the night to find him still working hard in the boys’s make-shift studio 

“Come back to bed yeah, baby? It’s late. The track won’t go anywhere.” you’d rasp in his ear as you envelop the top half of his body, your chin resting on his shoulder

“Mhmm,” he’d sigh tiredly, rubbing your arms. “Go back to bed, love. I’ll be right there.” 

So many temple kisses :(

So many pictures and videos of you that he takes and edits and they’re always so good and indie that you can’t not spam your insta with it

You’re always there when he’s fooling around with his little make-shift studio to the point where you’ve memorized all his songs

One day he hears you sing and he gets the genius idea to put your voice on the track (just a little melody as the hook) 

This leads to numerous collabs and being featured subtly on the boys’ tracks

The fans looking for your signature voice in PM songs as if they were easter eggs 

Videos on YouTube called “compilation of (Y/N) singing”

Borrowing all his chill ass shirts

Him having to hold himself back whenever you use his shirts as dresses with fishnet tights and just some Vans. He thinks it’s the hottest outfit combo ever. 

Probably a lot of selfie spams on snapchat from him

Being best friends with his older sister and bonding over your love for makeup 

Her using you as a model whenever you guys visit his family

“Y’look gorgeous, babe.” Brandon would say, dropping down to kiss the top of your head. 

“Thank you!” both you and his sister would answer at the same time, then looking at each other and giggling

So many dance and singing covers to Your Songs

Him giving you his chain whenever he goes on stage

“Keep this safe for me, babe.” 

Hanging out with his old friends whenever you visit his hometown

Noah absolutely adoring you and how happy you make Brandon

A lot of “steal yo girl” jokes

“In your dreams, boys.” you’d scoff, slinging an arm over Brandon

Brandon losing it, head-tipped-back-laughing and kissing your temple, “that’s my girl,” he’d chuckle. 

He’s always trying to teach you how to play the piano

“Baby, I appreciate it, but I suck. It’s okay.” you’d say earnestly, craning your neck to kiss his cheek. 

“First of all, impossible. You’re perfect.” he’d sass back half-heartedly. 

Remember that group chat with all the boys’ girlfriends?

Yeah your thing would be complaining about how Brandon always plays music in public for his insta stories/snapchats

‘holy shit guys he’s doing it AGAIN everyone is looking at us’

‘why are teenage boys so stupid???’

So many food dates

Out eating Brandon, causing all the boys to look at you in awe whenever you guys go out to eat

Motivating Brandon to go to the gym

“C’mon, babe. I’ll even let you do the push-up kiss thing.” you bribe

Brandon instantly getting out of bed, having new-found motivation to work out

Couple dance videos!!!!!

Learning all the routines from cool youtube videos like Matt Steffanina’s

Going to all the dance workshops together in LA

Getting into all the dance cover videos on Youtube cause you guys always kick ass at the workshops and fans finding and compiling videos of you guys at the dance studios

Brandon’s a closet nerd and would totally help you with your homework or exam reviews

“Babe, how in the hell are you so good at everything?!” you’d whine

“That’s just how King B rolls, baby.” he’d joke, reaching over your textbooks to give you a kiss on the lips

“I’m not gonna let you kiss me anymore if you keep calling yourself that.” you’d roll your eyes, a smile on your lips

Jokingly hating the nickname he made for himself but still wearing a golden bee brooch whenever you come to the boys’ shows

[adonischildsupportcase]

[sweedishcoochiemeatballs]

Mind y’all business

[chill0naperochingona]

[memories]

apparently, I joined this tumblr place at 06/13/2013 3:52:58 PM.

[babyczk]

take care — nm

requested: nick drying your hair for you after a shower because you’re too tired

•••

“come ‘ere baby,” he said, his voice soft as he watched you walk out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your body whilst another one was wrapped around your freshly washed hair.

your eyes were slightly drooping from the steaming shower, a much needed one after the stressful week of starting your new college schedule. nick was aware of that, which was why he’d been extra careful with you all day. waking up earlier than usual to cook you breakfast, and then bringing it to you in bed. he’d queued up all of your favorite shows you’d missed after having to spend hours at the library, the majority of the afternoon spent cuddling up on the couch.

you let him engulf you into his arms, his fingers bringing the towel from your head to reveal the plethora of curls that were extra bouncy from your conditioner. “you wanna sit?”

you plopped down on the bed, angling your back to nick, all of the products you used after the shower lined up for him. he started sectioning off hair and applying the different oils and curling cream, making sure to focus on your ends, scrunching them in his hand. his fingers moved expertly through your hair, courtesy of him sitting on the lidded toilet seat in the bathroom and watching the many times you’d done it to yourself in the mirror.

“feels so good,” you breathed out, relaxing into his touch as he massaged the tips of his fingers into your scalp.

leaning over, he hooked his thumb under your chin, maneuvering your lips to meet his. “only the best for my girl.”

[choreo-mania]

I can’t wait til 5sos start tour so my brain can produce serotonin again

[i-am-a-fish]

SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DON'T SAY MEAN STUFF ABOUT YOURSELF!!!!!!!!!! ALSO SORRY FOR SAYING FUCK

[cartierpm-deactivated20200203]

zion kuwonu is so pretty

[moveslikekeithrichards]

alternate universe in which “lmao” died out & people end passive aggressive posts with “rofl”

[catchymemes]

[christophervelezsworld]

[mystical-maybank]

I bring it back for this cute as shit. 

[babyczk]

hii,i love your writing!i wanted to request a random member x reader based off of the song paper rings by taylor swift please?thank youu 💕

of course & thank you so much 🥺🥺

i like shiny things

but i’d marry you with paper rings

you loved staying up late with zion and talking about the most random things that popped into your mind. the topic could range from extraterrestrial life, to, what would you both do with a million dollars. but tonight, the atmosphere seemed more adequate for an even heavier topic.

“you know i think about marrying you a lot, right?” zion mused, looking down at you as you were sprawled across his chest, his fingers running up and down your arm.

you peeked up at him, searching his features, and you knew instantly, he wasn’t lying.

“what?”

zion shrugged, suddenly feeling rather shy as he played with a piece of your hair, wrapping and unwrapping it around his finger. “i just see myself with you for the rest of my life, mamas. there’s no one else i’d wanna be laid up with at two am, talking about dumb shit.”

you smiled cheekily, a swell of happiness forming in your stomach. “we’re a little too young to be talking about marriage, don’t you think?”

“fuck it. we could die tomorrow, but i’d die a bit happier knowing that i’m telling you this now.”

you sat up completely, capturing zion’s lips with your own, his hand cupping your jaw as he traced your skin, memorizing the feel of it under his fingertips.

“i’d marry you any day,” you breathed out.

zion grinned, looking towards the bedside table before reaching over, grabbing the journal you kept. he flipped to an empty page, ripping it out and tearing off a piece. you watched with amusement as he rolled it between his fingers.

“until i can get a real one,” he said, taking your finger and sliding the paper ring on it. you laughed, holding out your hand and turning it over with slight exaggeration.

“it’s perfect.” you gave him another peck, settling back down onto his chest, all the while smiling from ear to ear as you looked upon your finger.

“mrs. kuwonu,” he whispered into your hair. “that sounds sexy.”