Krystal | Cali | She/her
I've clung onto Patrick Stump once and held onto Brendon Urie's hip
Krystal | Cali | She/her
I've clung onto Patrick Stump once and held onto Brendon Urie's hip
THROAM’s definitions of love
- “Want of love is not love.” - Vol. 1: Over the Tracks - I, Chaper 2
- “Love is not only blind, it’s stupid as well.” - Vol. 1: Over The Tracks - I, Chapter 7
- “Love is about sacrifice.” - Vol. 2: Wolves Vs. Hearts - I, Chapter 3
- “Love is a human condition.” - Vol. 2: Wolves Vs. Hearts - I, Chapter 6
- “Making love is love.” - Vol. 2: Wolves Vs. Hearts - III, Chapter 6
- “Love is a tricky thing.” - Vol 2: Wolves Vs. Hearts - III, Chapter 7
- “Love isn’t measured by obsession.” - Vol. 3: A Kingdom by the Sea - I, Chapter 3
- “Love is love.” - Vol. 3: A Kingdom by the Sea - I, Chapter 4
- “For him, love is a toy or a tool of manipulation.” - Vol. 3: A Kingdom by the Sea - II, Chapter 9
(Note: “Love is not only blind, it’s stupid as well.” has a similar statement in the volume 3, here and here.)
the heart rate of a mouse // i see him perfectly in the gentle light of dawn and can’t look away.
favorite THROAM scenes in no particular order
→ over the tracks (book ii, chapter 3)The guys stand behind me, waiting, and my eyes find Brendon, who looks as bored as I feel. No one is paying attention to us: the guys are bickering and Pete is trying to chat up one of Iain’s assistants, and I let myself stare at Brendon from across the roof. He looks bored as he puts his fingers onto his temple, pulling an imaginary trigger. I break into a grin. He looks around quickly before mouthing ‘bus’, pointing at himself, then at me, and lifting a rather seductive eyebrow.
Now that I think about it, Brendon is actually a bit of a dork.
I grin even wider, unable to take my eyes off of him.
Flash.
I blink rapidly, staring at Iain in surprise. He lowers the camera and hums. “That was the shot. We’re done.”
favorite THROAM scenes in no particular order
→ a kingdom by the sea (book i, chapter 4)“This explains things, and – This makes things lock into place, stuff people have insinuated, so… Who was it?”
I say nothing. I feel the punch of it in my guts, the instant sensation of being icy cold inside. And I say nothing.
“I know it’s someone I already know.” He waits for me to say it, but I won’t, and so he says, “It was Brendon, right?”
“Yes. Alright?”
He doesn’t seem surprised, doesn’t seem happy, doesn’t seem much of anything. He looks away. “Did you love him?”
I close my eyes and focus on the sound of the ocean, hope for it to drown my voice. It doesn’t. “Yes.”
“…Do you still love him?” When the silence drags on, he adds, “Off the record.”
“Yes.”
And then I head back to the house.
And california never felt like throam to me and california never felt like throam. And california never felt like thoam. Until i had you on the open road and now we’re singing, crash bang smooooke ooooooh
favorite THROAM scenes in no particular order
→ wolves vs hearts (book i, chapter 6)His beer bottle is still between us, and I reach out to take it. He loosens his hold, and I look him in the eyes. He’s starting to look a bit flushed.
I knock down the rest of his beer and place the bottle next to mine. He shifts, like this limbo is killing him, and he brushes against me, legs and crotch, and I place a hand on his hip. He stills. Doesn’t say anything. Ducks his head, like he’s just going to focus on breathing.
I lean close, right into his space, until my nose touches his cheek. His breaths wash against my lips, so close I can almost taste him, and I try to hold back what could be a whine. My eyes close, and I must be bruising his hip with my too firm hold but he doesn’t say anything. The tip of my nose slides across his cheek, to his hair, and my body feels like it’s been wound up so tight, so fucking tight, and I breathe him in, my cock hardening from his scent alone.
I swallow hard. Try to think. Can’t. My hands are shaking, my heart feels like it’s on a suicide mission to die from overheating, and warmth spreads to every cell in my body. He tilts his head towards me, his wet lips briefly making contact with my cheek.
I swallow hard before I whisper, “I’m not going to kiss you.”
He jerks, a gush of air hitting my cheek. There’s a lull, a momentary silence of neither one of us moving, and then he says, “Don’t you – Because of her, you don’t?” He sounds confused. Breathless.
“That’s not what I said.” I push my hips closer until they’re pressed to his. He lets out a surprised groan. The pressure against my crotch lets me properly feel how fucking hard I am, and he must feel it too. Blood pounds in my ears and I try to remain still. “I said that I’m not going to kiss you.”
I turn my head, look at him. He’s staring at me, pupils blown, mouth shiny, cheeks rosy. His eyes focus on my mouth. “I can’t,” he whispers, breathing hard, and then he kicks into motion.
He fists my hair and pulls me in, our mouths crashing, and it erupts in my chest, all of it, his taste, his hands, his touch.
favorite THROAM scenes in no particular order
→ over the tracks (book i, chapter 7)“Come here,” I say, and he lifts an eyebrow as I step closer.
“What?”
“I was a dick to you last night. Believe it or not, I do know when I’m being a dick.”
“Count me amazed.”
I take another step and am in his space. Brendon is looking at me with a puzzled expression. I begin to lean in as I whisper a teasing and smug, “Let me apologise.”
Brendon freezes slightly, eyes widening. “What are you doing?”
“Pitying you,” I shrug with a smirk, amused by the thought of all the action he thought he’d be getting on this tour, leaning in the rest of the way until my lips find his. It doesn’t gross me out either, a kiss one way or another has never meant anything. Just skin on skin. That’s what I expect, and I have already visualised his snappy comeback and me laughing at him some more after this. But then the joke is gone. Our lips touch, and it’s not funny anymore.
