a crazy little thing called love ( first love )

Justin Foley Headcanons

A/N: Some general Justin Foley headcanons. I also may have slipped a tiny bit of Justlex in there too.

Originally posted by gabbiesworld

  • He’s always wanted a sister
  • He secretly loves being the little spoon
  • Won’t admit it, but he loves country music
  • He’s a huge romantic 
  • He’s bisexual
  • His favourite colour is purple
  • Justin is great with kids
  • Is the type of person to turn on the TV, just to have something playing in the background while he does something (e.g. homework)
  • Justin is obsessed with fidget spinners 
  • He is a Taurus 
  • He loves dipping his chips in a milkshake 
  • His favourite season is Autumn 
  • Justin runs an online blog dedicated to sports and (surprisingly) male fashion
  • He loves RuPaul’s drag race
  • Justin wants to be a social worker (to help kids that are in the same situation he is/was in)
  • He’s such a sore loser (especially when it comes to video/board games)
  • He is an amazing singer
  • He briefly had a crush on Montgomery when they first met
  • Justin loves to cosplay 
  • He loves taking Buzzfeed quizzes
  • Justin has read the Harry Potter series at least 3 times
  • He has a dog called “Roger”
  • He has a drawer of his things at Alex’s place (including like half his wardrobe)
  • Justin has nightmare every other night (which usually ends in Alex rocking him back to sleep)
  • His personality type is INTJ-A (Architect)
  • He is great with parents 

A/N: I may have gone a little crazy 😊😊

REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!

Ok look I’m just gonna put this out there…Sokka was the oldest male in the Southern Water Tribe, right? That’s why he was the warrior and all that jazz. Katara grew up with a bunch of old women and girls and little boys. So when Aang came along and subsequently showed interest in her, yeah, I’m not surprised they had a thing. But even if they did love each other, he was her first love. Many would call that a childish love, especially considering he was probably her first romantic love interest. 

Then comes along Zuko, someone she had to hate right off the bat because he was a lil crazy (I mean, understandably) and chasing them around the world, trying to kidnap her friend/possible romantic love interest. But then things change. We see that change in the show. And when the two of them are stuck in the catacombs of Ba Sing Se, we see her attitude towards him change rapidly. Because now she’s gotten out of her childhood home and has been places and met people and learned that not everything is as simple as it once seemed. So here’s this guy that she previously hated, now opening up to her and actually trying to be a decent person. He suddenly does a 180, shattering that fragile trust she had gained in him. And it sucks.

But then Zuko goes through his metamorphosis. And Katara experiences a supreme amount of loss and struggle. She herself realizes that not every person’s history is black and white (shoutout to you, Hama). I’m sure there are tons of examples, but I’m too tired to find and list them.

ANYWAY, when Zuko comes back, apparently a changed man, it’s not surprising that she’s skeptical. She gave him the chance to prove himself before, and he failed. But then he does prove himself a thousand times over. And Katara has the life experience to understand how significant that is. 

Aang is a great guy, but he’s so straight. He never really wavers in his character or morality, at least not to the extent that Zuko does. Katara helps Aang in so many ways with her kindness and strength and generosity. But to me it just seemed so one-sided (again, I’m sure there are examples that counter that, but overall it just seemed one-sided). The fact that Katara is able to find it in herself to forgive Zuko, and the fact that Zuko is deserving of forgiveness, and the fact that they help each other grow, is monumental.

Masterlist

Hey guys! Here is a list of all my writing in one place for you. Enjoy! (most recent is at the bottom) *when you request a prompt, please specify what list its from

Imagines: 

How you meet. 

Nights out (smut) 

He cheats on you with another girl   part 2

Dog days (smut) 

Home is where the heart is (smut)

Something great 

Promise?

Never in a million years (smut)

All mixed up

Is it too late now to say sorry (smut) 

Just the way you are (smut)

Dancing queen 

First day of forever (smut) 

Caught (smut)

Crazy little thing called (love Smut) -full version 

Crazy little thing called love (aka complicated) -sneek peak 

Something you can’t fake (smut)


Blurbs:

How harry would be in bed  

Whipped 

Green eyed monster 

Attention 


Prompts*: (list 1, list 2, list 3

“I’m not even sorry.” 

“So, it was you.” 

“Are you still awake…?”

“That’s irrational.”

“Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.”/ “I shouldn’t be in love with you.” 

“You’re such a bitch.”/”Don’t be fucking rude.”

“You made that way more sexual than it needed to be.”

“Are you jealous?”

how could i stop loving you massively over? like why am i so in love with you , i forget to think about anything going around except you.
Is this love or is this called craziness?
do you feel the same? like do you think pretty constantly about me ? like do you love me as much as i love you ? like do you feel it deeply in your viens?
it doesn’t matter! the main thing and most important thing is a true love from your heart to mine ! even if it’s a little , even if it’s boring! i want it ! The first thing i want is love,
second , i want you
third , i want you to know that you are the only one , till i die.

translation:

‎كيف يمكنني التوقف عن حبك بهذا الكمّ الكبير؟ لما انا غارقةٌ فيك الى هذا الحد؟ الى ان اتغاضى وانسى التفكير بأي شيٍ سواك
‎اهو حبٌ هذا ام جنون؟
‎هل تشعر بالمثل؟ أَ تُفكر تفكيراً جمّاً مُتواصلاً؟ وكأنك تحبني مثل ان تشعر بحبي ، بالعمق في عروق دمك؟
‎لايهمني! كل مايهمني هو ان اشعر بحب حقيقي منك، من قلبك الى قلبي! و ان كان قليلا وان كان مملاً! اريده.. اريد الحب اولاً
‎وثانياً انت جميعك
‎ثالثاً ان تعلم انك انت الوحيد الى يوم دُفاني.

the signs as i’ve experienced them

aries: the definition of a fuckboy but they actually have a soul. literally don’t give two shits about the haters and are some of the most loyal friends i’ve ever encountered. have very sudden growth periods. super dedicated to anything they put their mind to. ALSO OH MY GOD SO GOOD WITH THE TONGUE 

taurus: very eccentric, don’t really know how to deal with emotions. get flustered easily but it’s kinda cute. dreamy demeanor. will ignore the hell out of u if u fuck them over. are lowkey terrified of everything but will probs never admit that as they have some weird element of ego tied into that. 

gemini: really chill people when u get to know them but will scare the shit out of u for like six years if u don’t approach them. do not fucking piss them off as they will butcher yo ass with their tongue and hang u up for the rest of the world to see. probably has daddy issues. writers. really physically attractive and everybody is intimidated as fuck by it. dumb as hell in terms of love and will flirt with you incessantly. REALLY FUCKIN GOOD WITH THEIR HANDS LIKE DAMN. 

cancer: big hearts. fuckin adorable little water signs that are likely drowning in a puddle of their own tears. do not know how to fucking flirt to save their lives. their laughs are kooky as hell and i love it. probably smoke weed. u either love ‘em or want to kill them or are in some poorly balanced inbetween.

leo: okay y’all needa settle down a bit. fragile fuckin egos if i’ve ever seen ‘em and react hardcore if u piss them off. pretty over the top with everything. but damn, are some of the most hopelessly romantic motherfuckers i’ve met. will treat you like a fucking god(dess) if u let them. not super good at social cues tbh. good friends to have if u need to be validated. need quality time. 

virgo: y’all are lowkey hoes and give no fucks about it and it’s fucking great omfg. despite that, they maintain an endearing innocence and can be childish af when things don’t go their way but will love u until the end of time. great taste in music. super fucking smart but don’t show it off too often. 

libra: jesus christ okay i love u guys. super understanding and will always try to see all sides of a situation. probably have been through a lot. aren’t afraid to call u on ur shit and are lowkey emotional shawtys that are still trying to find themselves. make really wonderful parents. get crazy excited over little shit and it’s fucking adorable. 

scorpio: don’t fuck with these hoes unless u know urself first. will expose the parts of urself that u didn’t want to see. super gnarly in fights and will love u until the end of time. pretty standoffish and need time alone when emotionally unstable. keep themselves in amazing shape. are the loneliest fucks i know; be kind to them always. are probably in great shape (physically.)

sagittarius: craziest mofos out there. abandon all emotions before going into a situation and can be super impulsive. funny as fuck and always seem to be on another level. push themselves to the limit and usually forget to give themselves a break. ambitious and can get shit done when they need to. 

capricorn: talk about a ride or die. y’all are loyal to the grave and are incredible friends. until u get fucked over. will probably make ur enemies’ life a living hell, sometimes over-the-top about it. can be v athletic. good writers/artists. really interested in spirituality and the ethereal realms. u guys know what to do in bed and flirt hard af. also so fucking funny oh my god. 

aquarius: amazing friends. probably hate u. easily excitable. space cadets 4 life. rly good with animals and love food but probably restrict their eating habits in one way or another. a paradox in that they are fucking driven as hell to get shit done but give zero fucks at the same time. lowkey kinky af. want to kiss everyone. 

pisces: emotional shawtys through and through. physically attractive as hell. not good at romantic relationships. won’t forget about u for a million years. keep their friends close but will push u the fuck away if they get scared. insecure and just want u to stick around. 

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*** Recommended Thai movie ***

“A Crazy Little Thing Called Love” or “First love” is a 2010 Thai romantic comedy film starring Mario Maurer and Pimchanok Luevisadpaibul. The story depicts love in the eye of young people who first experience it and how it affects their lives and their inspirations. More information click

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//Love is Just Love//

A playlist for this MattFoggy wedding AU

Drops of Jupiter - Train // At Last - Etta James // Your Song - Elton John // Islands - The XX // Toothpaste Kisses - The Maccabees // Midnight City - M83 // Somebody to You - The Vamps // Never Tear Us Apart - INXS // First Day of My Life - Bright Eyes // Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen // No Control - One Direction

//Listen//

(Wedding invitation made by this amazing girl)

On the last episode of Boku no Hero

Ok, I might be more than a little in love with Bakugo. I love them deranged intelligent types.

(makes grabby hands)

The best moment in the first season is when the villain calls out heroes on their double standards:

So what if he didn’t mean it? Doesn’t make it any less true. 

@lethesomething, so Shigaraki’s voice is Uchiyama Kouki? Now that makes a lotta sense, under all the muffled daddy issues was Kouki’s distinctive nasal tone. He really has a flair for crazed muttering, I have to hand it to him. I am in complete agreement that Suwabe sounds like distilled sensuality. 

Also, AIZAWA YOUR ELBOW NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! 

Final observation that the soundtrack is too epic for words. Where are all these ominous church hymns and badass guitars coming from? Someone give the music director a big cheque.

The Zodiac Signs as PENTATONIX songs with lyrics
  • Aries: Cracked (A head like steel and a soul of gold, and a heart that's made of glass)
  • Taurus: Can't Sleep Love (Kissin'in the moonlight, movies on a late night)
  • Gemini: Misbehavin' (Oh but I know that I can be wild sometimes, but I never lie)
  • Cancer: Water (Timid heart, hide my scars, make me stronger)
  • Leo: Ref (Maybe I got just a little too much pride to let you back into my life)
  • Virgo: First Things First (First things first, you need love, humility)
  • Libra: New Year's Day (Hear me when I say let's kiss the past away)
  • Scorpio: If I Ever Fall In Love (If I say that I could be your one and only, promise that you'll never leave me lonely)
  • Sagittarius: Na Na Na (You might call it crazy, how I'm acting lately, skipping through the sky)
  • Capricorn: Sing (Don't let 'em bring you down, you know what I'm talking 'bout)
  • Aquarius: Light In The Hallway (Count your blessings every day, it makes the monsters go away)
  • Pisces: Rose Gold (The story of our lives couldn't fit in only black and white)

anonymous asked:

At what point in the series do you think Brian fell in love with Justin and when do you think Brian realized he was in love?

Oh, Nonny. You had to go there. After I showed such remarkable restraint on my last ask, you had to ask the question guaranteed to make me ramble on for a century with all my thoughts, feelings, and theories. Very well. You asked for it. :D

Now, this is a really interesting question to think about and actually somewhat challenging to answer, because Brian genuinely didn’t believe in love. He couldn’t even conceptualize it. So while he may have been feeling all these emotions toward Justin that people generally associate with falling in love, Brian himself wouldn’t have recognized it as love even if it bit him on the ass (which, come to think of it, I’m sure Justin did).

My short answer is this: I think the first time we witnessed a true spark of love from Brian was during 1x07, and it built steadily all throughout the first season, and by the end of 1x17 he was absolutely in love. Now, that’s not to say he always accepted those feelings, or acted in a way that somebody generally would when they’re in love, because, come on, he’s Brian Kinney. As for when he actually realized it? I’d place it at prom, and one specific instance at prom, but I’m going to put that below the cut because believe me, I will ramble. However, we all know what happens at prom, and following those events, Brian tried to drown out the idea of being in love from his mind, mainly with drugs, liquor, and plenty of sex. But by the end of 2x02, I believe we’ve reached the point where Brian can’t deny to himself that he’s in love with Justin, even if he won’t use those exact words.

So, that’s the short answer. If you want the long answer, complete with pictures and a nearly episode by episode description of Brian falling in love with the incredible Justin Taylor, let’s hop along under the cut.

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“Us”

For those fools rushed in.

[Listen]

I Choose You - Sara Bareilles / Us - Regina Spektor / The Way I Am - Ingrid Michaelson / 1, 2, 3, 4 - Plain White T’s / Can’t Help Falling in Love - Elvis Presley / La Vie En Rose - Louis Armstrong / Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers / Make You Feel My Love - Adele / Come Home - OneRepublic / Burn With You - Lea Michele / Bound to You - Christina Aguilera / Elephant Love Melody - Nicole Kidman, Ewan McGregor, and Jamie Allen / XO - Beyonce / My Girl - The Temptations / Faithfully - Journey / We Found Love - Rihanna ft Calvin Harris / The Words - Christina Perri / Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran / All of Me - John Legend / The Way You Look Tonight - Bing Crosby & Dixie Lee / Unconditionally - Katy Perry / Something I Need - OneRepublic / Crazy in Love - Beyonce / My Life Would Suck Without You - Kelly Clarkson / Happily - One Direction / New Romantics - Taylor Swift / Still Into You - Paramore / Daydreamin’ - Ariana Grande / You Make My Dreams Come True - Hall and Oates / I Will Wait - Mumford & Sons / Gone Gone Gone - Philip Philips / Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon / Poison & Wine - The Civil Wars / I See the Light - Tangled / Come What May - Ewan McGregor & Nicole Kidman / I Won’t Give Up - Jason Mraz / Love Me Tender - Elvis Presley / Falling Slowly - Once Cast / Hey There Delilah - Plain White T’s / Marry Me - Train / True Love’s Kiss - Amy Adams & James Marsden / Love on Top - Beyonce / You and I - Ingrid Michaelson / Once Upon a Dream - Mary Costa & Bill Shirley / I Want To Know What Love Is - Foreigner / Mine - Taylor Swift / Fix You - Coldplay / For the First Time - The Script / The Edge of Glory - Lady Gaga / So This is Love - Ilene Woods & Mike Douglas / True Love - Mark Isham / Catch Me - Demi Lovato / Teenage Dream - Katy Perry / Your Love is My Drug - Ke$ha / Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen / Look After You - The Fray / Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran / It’s All Coming Back - Celine Dion / Endless Love - Diana Ross & Lionel Richie / Ain’t No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye / All You Need is Love - The Beatles / Bright Lights and Cityscapes - Sara Bareilles / Can’t Help Falling in Love - Twenty One Pilots

YouTube Rivals AU

Don’t you just love it when you post the unfinished version of a one-shot instead of the real one?
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Sometimes Beca hates her fans.

She sometimes hates them even though her fans are her babies, not that she would ever say that. She’s got a reputation to uphold after all. The one thing she hated the most about them was that she could never say no to them and that ended up backfiring. A lot.

When a seventeen-year-old Beca first started her YouTube channel, she had wanted to see people’s reactions to her music. She posted some of her mixes and sometimes some covers. Over the course of time, Beca gained many followers and was established as a Youtuber. Her friend, Jesse, had said that if she wanted to keep her fans pleased, she would have to let them in and be interested in them. Beca waved him off saying that the people only wanted to hear her music, but she was wrong. Her fans started asking for Q&A’s and blogs from her day-to-day life. Jesse still boasted about it to this day. Beca tried to refuse, she really did, but, like always, she just couldn’t say no to them. It was a bad habit and Beca knew it.
Once Beca started making more videos of herself and her best friend, Jesse, she gained double her followers and became quite popular. So popular that, in fact, YouTube offered her a job just for making videos. So, the summer of the year she turned 18, she moved to LA along with her video partner, Jesse, and they rented a small apartment. It wasn’t fancy, but it was their own and now Beca’s dad couldn’t force her to go to college once the school year started. Jesse and Beca’s best friend duo was loved by many people since they appeared to be so different, but were the best of friends.

A little before Beca’s twentieth birthday, she decided to do a Q&A to mix things up for her fans. Beca answered questions like, “What do you eat for breakfast?” “Do you have any plans to move into an actual career pursuing music?” “What’s Jesse doing today?” “Are you and Jesse dating?” “Do you consider yourself a better musician/singer than Chloe Beale?” At the last question, Beca paused. Who was Chloe Beale? Well, it didn’t matter much, if she didn’t know about her, she probably wasn’t very good then.

“I don’t know who this Chloe Beale might me, but you bet your ass I am! In fact, I’m probably better at everything she does,” Beca said as she grinned at the camera and continued answering questions. Beca didn’t realize that what she had just done would change her life forever. The video became quite popular without Beca knowing about it. It wasn’t long until the video reached Chloe’s ears. Chloe decided that the girl might be fun to tease after watching a couple of videos, and decided to post a video response.

Chloe, for those who don’t know, was also a well known Youtuber that had just become popular a few months ago when she posted a video of her a capella group practicing. This video seemed to amuse a lot of people, gaining her followers. People stayed because of her videos with the Bella’s and because of her covers.

Beca was scrolling through her twitter when she saw that a lot of people had been sending her a link. She clicked on it and a video of a redhead appeared. “Beca Mitchell, you may not know me, but I know you. I’m Chloe Beale and it has come to my attention that you think you’re better than me.” She paused. “You may be a musical genius, but you can’t hold cinnamon as long as I can in your mouth,” Chloe said as she continued to eat a spoonful of cinnamon. Chloe winced and coughed a bit, as the timer at the bottom of the screen counted how long she could hold it. At 17 seconds, Chloe started coughing and drank water to clear her throat. Once she had drunk all the water, she cleared her throat and said, “17 seconds! I bet you can’t even do half of that! I’ll be waiting for your response Mitchell.”

Beca couldn’t stop herself from snorting. This girl was crazy; but she did have the bluest eyes and prettiest face Beca had ever seen, so she accepted the challenge. She set up her camera and retrieved the cinnamon and a spoon. “So, Red. You challenged me, and I have accepted. Prepare to get your ass kicked,” Beca said as she put the spoonful in her mouth and started the timer. Her throat itched and ached and she needed water badly, but she was going to to best Chloe Beale if it was the last thing she did. A time came where Beca couldn’t hold it anymore so she drank water and paused the timer at the same time. She coughed and threw herself on the floor next to her kitchen island, where the camara rested, to see if it will make her feel better, it didn’t. Just as she finshed her water, Jesse came in with groceries.

“What is going on?” Jesse asked as he left the bags on the counter and helped his friend off the floor.

“Chloe Beale challenged me,” Beca said with a raspy voice as she attempted to clear her throat.

“And you accepted it because?” Jesse asked as he left Beca leaning on the island to get her some water.

“Thanks,” Beca said as she took the water and drank all of it. “A Mitchell never backs down from a challenge!”

“Did you win?” Jesse asked.

“Lemme see. Fuck yeah!” She fist pumped and high-fived and extremely amused Jesse. “18 seconds motherfuckers! See that Chloe Beale! I win!” She did a tiny happy dance that made her look like a dork, but she honestly didn’t care. Once she was finished, she cleared her throat once more and ignored the laughing next to her. “I await your next challenge.” She smirked.

Once she ended the video, she uploaded it after creating the tag image. She didn’t need to edit it. It was perfect the way it was. The video was way more popular than she expected, not that she minded.

This video, like the last one, reached Chloe in no time. Her friend, Fat Amy, scurried all the Bellas into the living room and played the video. All the Bellas were surprised that this alt girl actually accepted Chloe’s crazy challenge. They laughed as Beca made pained faces when she was holding the cinnamon in her mouth. They all basically started to cry with laughter when Beca threw herself under the counter and all that the camera could see was clouds. Aubrey was a bit charmed by the laughing young man that appeared to be extremely amused by his best friend’s antics. This caused her a lot of teasing by the Bella’s. “I await your next challenge.” Chloe wanted to wipe that smirk so badly she started thinking about her next intrigue.

“This time, I challenge you to a sing off!” Chloe exclaimed to the camera. “The rules are simple, I picked a very hard song with a lot of tone differences and whoever sings it the best wins! You guys have to decide though,” Chloe said while winking. Both Beca and Chloe uploaded the covers and apparently tied since they had about the same amount of followers.

Challenges kept being thrown in the form of videos. Beca challenged Chloe to the chubby bunny challenge which Beca surprisingly won. Then Chloe challenged Beca to see who had the best physical condition. Chloe obviously won with 45 minutes straight of running while Beca only managed 15. Fans loved their videos and their rivalry attracted more followers for both of them. Both Chloe and Beca still posted covers and blogs but they talked a lot about their little rivalry.

Their little rivalry was up to its eighth month anniversary when someone joked that they had a lot of chemistry. This comment exploded since a lot of people thought so too and a ship was created between the both of them. Beca decided to address these accusations on one of her blogs. “There has been a lot of talk that Chloe and I are online dating,” Beca started. “First of all we’ve never met outside of our video challenges and our occasional twitter conversations, so I don’t know if she’s a serial killer or not. On the other hand, she is pretty hot,” Beca confessed while she pretended to balance both facts with her hands, the fact that Chloe was hot obviously winning. She had planned to tease her audience since all of it sounded a bit ridiculous to her. People were weird.

Beca should have expected this. Her fans loved to do things like this to her. They had sent Chloe the video where she had called her hot and Chloe had decided to tease the girl even more. On her twitter. “@BecaEffinMitchell You’re not so bad yourself ;)” This, of course, had all the shippers going crazy. Both Beca and Chloe loved to see their reactions so they decided to continue with their little game.

“@RedBeale Woah! Thirsty much? You’re gonna need to buy me dinner first”

“@BecaEffinMitchell Who said anything about a date?”

“@RedBeale I’m not easy y'know. Unless, you get me really drunk with vodka…”

“@BecaEffinMitchell Good to know ;)”

Flirty conversations like that started happening often and their fans were going crazy. Beca and Chloe were having way to much fun with this.

One day when the Bella’s were sitting around watching a movie, Ashley burst in and plugged her computer in. She started getting whines from her fellow Bellas but they were silenced as soon as they saw Beca'a channel appear. Ashley quickly clicked on a video they hadn’t seen before. It appeared to be a blog but it was different since the scenery had changed drastically. “Hello there awesome nerds,” Beca said with her usual smirk.

“You might be wondering why Beca’s out of her dark, dark cave,” Jesse said as he and Beca walked along a very familiar quad.

“Don’t diss my cave Jesse. It’s comfy and keeps weirdos like you out, most of the time.” Beca glared at Jesse as he chuckled. “Anyway, I bet all of you weirdos are wondering where in the hell we are walking,” Beca said as she huffed.

“We’re visiting Beca’s dad!” Jesse stated excitedly as he looked at the camera.

“Unfortunately, that means getting out of and going all the way to Atlanta’s very own Barden University. What a wonderful experience,” Beca said sarcastically as she turned the camera from her and Jesse’s face to show a well known place for all the Bellas.

“Shush! Finish the video and then you talk,” Ashley said as she pointed at the screen with one hand and held a finger of her other hand to her mouth.

“Fun fact. Jesse and I were actually going to go here for University back in 2012,” Beca said as she walked into the Language department, Jesse in tow.

“Yeah but we managed to escape since Beca got a job at Youtube and she asked me to tag along,” Jesse explained. They kept discussing what it might have been to go to school here until they reached Ashley’s literature class.

“Warren dear, we’re here!” Jesse joked as he opened the door to find Warren in the middle of teaching class and a bunch of students snickering at him. A mortified Jesse looked back to the camera as Warren smirked, very much like Beca.

“I thought you guys were arriving later,” Warren said as he approached them.

“Life is full of mysteries isn’t it,” Beca said with a smirk as she handed a shell shocked Jesse the camera and hugged her dad. They separated and Warren glanced back to his class and mouthed, “my daughter.”

“See you later then?” Beca nodded at her dad and jokingly saluted him as she turned and tugged Jesse along with her. For the remaining part of the video, Beca couldn’t stop laughing and Jesse seemed unusually grumpy. It’s as if their roles had switched. After, Jesse said they were going to meet a friend of his from high school, whose name was not mentioned. The Bellas were even more shocked when they arrived at the Treble house and met up with Benji, who ended up talking about a capella with them.

“A Capella? That sounds kind of lame,” Beca stated from her position on the chair. The camera had been left on the book shelf so none of them had to carry it, but it was still recording.

“Do you even know what it is?” Jesse asked as he squinted and Benji gasped at Beca’s accusation.

“Nope, name sounds lame though,” Beca replied lazily. Jesse grinned like cat and nonchalantly said,

“it’s that thing Chloe and the Bellas do.”

“So?” Beca raised her eyebrow.

“Are you too much of a chicken to try it out because you’re afraid she might be better than you at it?”

“Fuck off! I’m winning 9 - 8”

“You tied three times thought,” Jesse teased.

“You know what? Fine. Let’s rock and roll dude.” Beca approached the camera and took hold of it. “Just you wait Beale, I’m going to try this a capella junk and beat you at it too.”

When the video ended, all the Bellas were shocked, Chloe even more since she had just been challenged to what she was best at. “When was this posted?” Chloe asked. She had been so busy with rehearsals that she hadn’t checked Youtube in a few days, she had warned her fans though.

“A week ago. A tweet from Beca says she’s supposed to stay here a couple of weeks though,” Ashley responded.

“Then let’s wait for Beca’s video to arrive then.”

Two days later, when the girls were all eating at the quad, Beca’s a capella video was released. The Bellas were expecting it to be okay since Beca was good at making remixes, but this was in a different level. Beca decided that if she was going to do this, she was going to do it right. She enlisted a couple of the Treble’s help and spent a lot of her free time working on learning a capella. So, let’s just say that Beca knew what she was doing.

Beca had decided that she wanted to make a cover of Can’t Hold Us. Why? Because she can. So, together with Jesse, Benji, and two other Trebles, she filmed a music video. (See the Pentatonix video to more or less see what they did. Beca would be the blond dude though. Sorry, I don’t know his name.)

Right when Chloe and the Bellas had finished watching Beca’s video and had been pleasantly surprised that the brunette had done an excellent job, Beca walked through the quad with Jesse as they filmed one of their blogs. Chloe opened her camera and started her own blog as they all discussed Beca’s video while Beca talked about how they had nailed her video and Jesse agreed. Beca walked without noticing where she was going and Beca and Chloe simultaneously passed the camera to someone else, Jesse and Aubrey. Chloe stood just as Beca was passing by and they crashed against each other, falling in the process. “What the hell?” Beca said as she stood and helped whoever had fallen up.

“Beca, look! It’s fate!” Jesse exclaimed loudly as he pointed at something, or someone. Beca turned to see a shocked Chloe.

“Well this is certainly unexpected…” Beca said awkwardly as she scratched the back of her neck.

“Well if it isn’t Beca Mitchell. I got to say, you look a lot shorter in real life,” Chloe said with a grin.

“Oh? We’re starting with the short jokes already?” Beca said with a deadpan.

“What did you expect? A heartfelt reunion were we both cry and hug each other to death?” Chloe teased.

“No, I’m fine with the short jokes.”

After their little meeting Chloe and Beca started hanging out. Their video meeting had two perspectives and the fans loved that it had been recorded and uploaded. But now that they knew that they were in the same place for a determined amount of time, they all demanded a collab video. “You guys have asked for it, and here you have it,” Beca as she stood behind a table of good and bad ingredients and two smoothie makers. “May the best smoothie win.”

“This is so unfair! Why the hell are you getting all the good ingredients!” Beca yelled as she watched Chloe put half a banana into her nice looking smoothie and then back at her disgusting, bad smelling one.

“I have better luck than you do, I guess,” Chloe said with a wink.

“I hate you so much right now.”

“Yeah right, you love me.” Beca rolled her eyes and picked an ingredient. This one wasn’t as bad, so she poured it in without hesitation.

“And now, this could either make your smoothie or break it,” Chloe said as they put the last papers in. Beca choose orange juice, but since most of her smoothie was already horrible looking, she didn’t mind at all. Chloe, however, chose tomato juice, which turned her smoothie as bad as Beca’s.

“Luck ran out huh?” Beca said with a smirk as she watched Chloe pour her smoothie into a glass and look at it with a disgusted expression.

“Shut it Mitchell.”

Once their video was out, people went crazy because they had found all this lingering looks and touches and teasing and flirting that may or may not be real. Chloe and Beca were hanging out even more and more, and decided to make one last video before Beca had to leave again.

“This is our last video together for a while guys,” Chloe said as she and Beca sat together on the floor of her room with a bottle of wine next to them. “This is what I like to call, drunk Q&A!”

“I don’t think this is a good idea Red,” Beca stated as she eyed the bottle.

“Yes it is! Now, Beca just turned 21 so this is totally legal,” Chloe said with a wink. They started with well chosen questions but slowly began answering and doing all kinds of crazy dares. There was one question in particular that Beca had been eyeing.

“Have you guys ever kissed a girl?” Chloe read, as if she had been reading Beca’s very drunk mind.

“I haven’t,” Beca confessed. Chloe eyed the girl and crashed her lips against hers. The kiss was surprisingly slow and sweet. Once Beca opened her eyes again, star struck, Chloe was smiling at her.

“Now you have!”

The video was indeed uploaded after two hungover Chloe and Beca watched the video and discussed their feelings. As expected, all their fans went crazy. Some of them even made reaction videos.

You could say that Beca sometimes hates her fans for making her do stuff she wouldn’t normally do, but because of them she has Chloe, and she couldn’t be more happy about it.
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Okay then. I recommend you read all of it since I edited this version. I hope you guys enjoyed!

Adderall-And-Alphas' STEREK FIC REC LIST FOR APRIL, 2014

Ah, the time has come. The time for me to actually prove that I’ve gotten the hang of this tumblr thing… fic rec lists are part of that, yeah? And considering I’ve read some of the most amazing fanfiction in the last few months, I can't not share it with you guys anymore. That would be… I dunno, blasphemy or something. So here goes, my to 15 Sterek fanfictions for April, 2014

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with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground (owlpostagain)
Teen; 1/1; 29,900 words: There were no last words. No more pleas, no more screaming. Just the sound of Stiles squeezing the trigger, the explosion of a second shot rocketing out of the revolver, and the hunters bursting through the open doorway just in time to see the bullet slam squarely into the center of Derek’s chest.

(Notes: Kidding you not, this is the most thought out, well put together one shot I have ever read from the Sterek fandom. It is a mind fuck of epic proportions and so totally worth your time that I cannot put it into words. It is… absolutely fantastic and if you haven’t read this masterpiece, I question what you are doing with your life; do us all a favor and read it now, please.

Alpha Spikes (starbeast)
Explicit; 7/7; 68,887 words: AU. Alphas are like royalty and are offered their choice of any age eighteen-and-up virgin Omega for each year’s heat season, as a ‘thank-you’ to all they’ve done for their compounds throughout the year. Derek is an Alpha and…yeah, Stiles. Stiles is an Omega. And still a virgin. In every way. And he’s just turned eighteen. This…is not his day.

(Notes: This should be on every Sterek Fic Rec List in, like, EVER. If it’s not on there… wow. Um, I have so much to say about this story and no idea how to put it all into words. It’s just… superb, really. If you haven’t read this, you are sorely missing out and you should read it. Now.) 

Wayward and Down (affectingly
Explicit; 6/6; 32,431 words: 

Pack is family. Family is everything.

This is Stiles’ senior year, and it’s nothing he could have imagined.

or

That time it took not one, but two separate troll attacks and a malevolent coven of witches for Stiles to figure out how he felt about Derek.

(Notes: affectingly is one of my most favorite authors, and everything you could possibly find by this author is perfection. Wayward and Down is six chapters of pure wonderfulness. There’s a mate trope in there, with the ever wonderful Pack Dynamics tag as well, which is always a plus. BAMF!Stiles is a huge HELL YES from me and we need more BAMF!Stiles in everything. affectingly writes him perfectly and that, my friends, is an art form. So totally worth a read, and so totally worth it’s (minute) length. I could have read 200k+ words of this, I’m not kidding. The build to Sterek is GLORIOUS.) 

I’m Addicted To The Way I Feel When I Think Of You (alltimeblow)
Not Rated; 1/1; 14,787 words: Stiles and Derek have their own family in the form of the Pack and this is how they got there.

(Notes: This is a fanfiction full of feels: be prepared. Specifically pack feels. There are so many pack feels and it is marvelous. The slow burn between Derek and Stiles is something of a holy blessing, as well. This is just an amazingly sweet fanfiction with Pack-Mom!Stiles thrown in there as well and I’m always a sucker for that. This is a must read for… whenever.) 

Hold The Door (Hatteress
Teen and Up; 1/1; 16,700 words: When Derek is killed by a rival alpha, the pack will stop at nothing to get him back. Even if that means blackmailing the most dangerous hunter duo this side of hell. Whatever. That whole devil thing was probably totally exaggerated, anyway.

(Notes: This is one of the best Supernatural/Teen Wolf crossovers I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. This is another one of those stories where I could read 100k+ words or so of it. BAMF!Stiles and BAMF!Hale Pack are… amazing. They have Dean and Sam down pat, as well. Very well written, and very worth your time.) 

A Million Ways to Say (sixchordSERIES
Ratings Vary; 10 works; 36,709 words: 

The only sensible response was to smash the rest of the cake into Derek’s face.

 (Or, Stiles throws a surprise party for Isaac and nothing goes as planned.)

(Notes: The summary I provided for this collection series is the summary to the first work, Crazy little thing called love and this whole series is just so sweet and pack-feely and domestic and tooth rotting that it’s one of those you should read after a hard day and you need some fluff. It’s all around just one of those things that makes you smile the entire time you read. Treat yourself to this. Please.) 

I Love To Be The Underdog (CaptainnAustralia)
Explicit; 7/7; 33,522 words: 

One of these days Stiles was going to learn that having a death wish was a bad thing.

=OR=

Five times Stiles got into an argument on Derek’s behalf, and the one time he didn’t have to.

(Notes: Another BAMF!Stiles fic because really, there can never be too many of those. This is also Canon Divergence but it so, so good. I love how this author has really gotten a handle on Stiles’s sass and translates that beautifully in their writing. The relationship between Derek and Stiles is also so wonderful. There’s a bit of angst in this, and mentions of Kate Argent (past) but it’s all around just a lovely work. I love this story.) 

Pack Up; Don’t Stray (the_deep_magic)
Explicit; 7/7; 55,220 words: AU – Werewolves are an enslaved underclass, collared and tagged by human masters. Detective Stilinksi’s on duty the night they bring in an untagged stray.

(Notes: Like Alpha Spikes this is a must read AU that I think should be on every rec list ever. There’s possessive behavior, heroic (mildly impulsive so therefore he’s an idiot who gets himself into poor situations) Stiles, and a Derek that is wonderfully bruised and broken and needs some TLC. There’s slow build in this as well and it is marvelously written. Derek is just… skittish and wary but it works. Everything in this AU just works.) 

We’ve Written Volumes (in Blood and Scars and Ink) 
(notthequiettype)
Explicit; 1/1; 25,935 words: Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He’s cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there’s a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There’s so much blood around him he feels like he’s floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he’s in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he’s alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.

As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, “This is going to kill my dad.”

(Notes: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. (am I allowed to scream about a fic in my notes? I say yes.) First off, it is happier than the summary implies, I. Promise. The author of this story has collegic background in writing and an MFA, so the way this is written is just so satisfying compared to some other things I’ve stumbled across. It soothes the future English Major in me. Just… I’m horrible with notes when all I’m trying to do is persuade you to read. Just read it. You won’t be sorry.) 

We’re All Freaks Here (pandacowhipster)
Teen and Up; 1/1; 12,918 words:

There are things that go bump in the night, make no mistake.
These are the dudes that bump back.

(Notes: The Hell-Boy AU that you had no idea you needed. Man, do you need it. I’ve read this about 4 times. I still go back to it.) 

I’m Still Up and Driving (KouriArashi)
Explicit; 12/12; 58,155 words: Jackson decides to teach Stiles a lesson for the interest he shows in Lydia. Stiles doesn’t say anything until four months later.

(Notes: WARNING, THEMES OF RAPE (NON-CON). POSSIBLE TRIGGERS. This, at first, was a hard story for me to stomach. In the beginning. Jackson is such a piece of shit in this story, it’s astounding. My heart ached so deeply for Stiles, it damn near brought me to tears. But the love and the support that is also weaved in here from family and friends and pack is like the balm to the wound. The love story that blooms like a flower (slowly, delicately, so easy to tear until it’s not) between Derek and Stiles really makes me happy. I’ll get if you have triggers or cannot read about topics like this, but I urge you profusely to click that link if you can.)

Diamonds Are Forever (but flowers are cheaper) (tylerfucklin)
Teen and Up; 1/1; 9,453 words: 

His name was Stiles Stilinski. He was older than 21, but younger than 25. His dad was the sheriff and he was a student at Beacon Hills Community College. He came into the shop every couple days; always after three, but never past five. He always said hello to Laura, always bought one bouquet, and always spent five minutes trying to make Derek smile with as many puns as he could come up with by the time Derek handed him his receipt.

Derek may or may not be in love with him.

(Notes: Flower shop AU and it is daisies and sunshine and rainbows and roses and Derek is so wonderfully Derek that I giggle thinking about this. Something heartwarming for cold nights (or summer days) is what this is.) 

Lead Me Home (Circe6)
Explicit; 7/7; 36,100 words: 

“Yeah, the world had gone to shit. What’s left of it split into territories, viciously fought over and protected, as if anything is worth protecting any more. Forests to the north, wastelands to the south. There are human territories, wolf territories, witch territories and no-man’s lands, where the Chimeras rule.”

A post-apocalyptic fairytale.

(Notes: It is exactly as the summary states, everything you could imagine, and 100x more. Hush, darlings. Go and read.)

living in your letters (the_misfortune_tellerSERIES 
Teen and Up; 1/1; 9,678 words; 1 of 2: 

Stiles starts writing to Derek after he and Cora leave town.

~ 

He gets a few more letters after that, mostly full of Stiles complaining about life in Beacon Hills, telling him what everyone else is up to. Derek likes getting mail from Stiles but isn’t sure if he likes hearing about the humdrum dramas of Beacon Hills all the time. It makes him feel like he’s never left, and not in a good way.

Stiles asks him questions in his letters, questions about what he’s been doing since he’s back in Brooklyn, if Cora is doing OK, what his favorite flavor ice cream is. Derek spreads the letters out on his bed and re-reads them all, before picking up a pen and starting to answer all of Stiles’ questions.

(Notes: This is so worth it, so well written, so beautiful that it honestly made me tear up. Just from… everything that it is. Derek is Derek, Stiles is Stiles, and they’re written so absolutely that this could honestly be put in the TV show and I wouldn’t notice a difference. There is something there with Derek and Stiles and it is everything I wanted and more.) 

To Stiles, On His 28th Birthday (milkyway)
Mature; 1/1; 1,667 words: Derek started out writing a birthday card for Stiles, but then ended up writing a love letter…

(Notes: This is my final rec and it is the loveliest, sweetest, cavity-inducing-ist Sterek fic I have in this list. Our two lover-boys are in an an established relationship. This is exactly as it’s summary states. A love letter. An amazing love letter. An amazing love letter that I squeal over and have read several times. This is a new Derek that I haven’t found in another story, and I love him. Just… warm fuzzy feels all around and a must read. Over and over again. All of my love to this love letter, really.) 

May List, June List

Preference #17--Kinks

Riker: He really loves to be on top. To be the dominant. He adores tying your wrists to the headboard or holding them over your head with one hand. Driving you crazy when you can’t touch him. That only turns him on more.
He loves when Halloween rolls around and the two of you get to put on personality and costume and do the deed.

Ellington: In the bedroom, he loves when you take control. Frankly, he just loves being able to watch your breasts bounce. He loves your boobs, just in general. Can’t keep his hands or mouth or tongue off of them for long.
He also loves it when you refer to him as a different person. Calling him “sir” mostly. He goes crazy for it.
In fact, you haven’t used his name in the bedroom since you first became active.

Rocky: One thing that he can’t get enough of is taking you off guard. Most of the time, he’ll just come up behind you and stand closer than humanly possible. Often he’ll kiss your neck, rub himself against you a little bit, and then you would end up giving in to him.
In bed, he can’t get enough of you running your hands though his hair. That, and hearing you purr. He always says that he prefers that over hearing moans.

Ross: One word. Morning. Well two words. Morning and moaning. What Ross refers to as the “Double M” and it’s his two favorite things.
He adores waking you up with pressing his bare, hard erection against your sleeping body. Usually your thighs.
Then, when he has you awake he just begins. Normally by giving you pleasure to heat you up. Hearing you moan heats him up.
Then, he pulls you on on top of him. He calls it the best wake up call in the world.

Ryland: He loves doing it pretty much any place you shouldn’t be. His bed kink, is not doing it on a bed.
Walls, counters, bathrooms, back of the car, anywhere he can find that you shouldn’t do it, turns him on.
The best place, is the water. He loves sticking his hand in your bathing suit. Even when people are around. That makes him even more aroused really.

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1978 Fender Telecaster

Most famous appearance: Crazy Little Thing Called Love (Live Aid, 1985)
Arguably the most familiar of Brian’s ‘other’ electrics, this stock Tele is used when Crazy Little Thing Called Love is played live. The song was first performed in Dublin on 22 November 1979 and is a mainstay of the set.

BM: “I honestly can’t remember where it came from… On the road, if I was was in LA, if there was time and it was a nice day, I’d go down to Guitar Center to play around with guitars, find something I could fall in love with. But normally I was too busy, so I think what happened was that I just asked someone to go get me a couple of Teles.

“Changing guitars mid-song is fine if you rehearse. It’s like a handshake, you have to know where the other guy’s hand is going to be. I’d give him one guitar and he’d give me the other with the strap taut and you’d sort of leap into it. It’s a procedure that you learn and that’s how I do it. It’s pretty foolproof, unless you lose your nerve and panic!”

Teenagers (2)

Grace is cutting an avocado in the kitchen, “What?”

Anna yells back, “Not you, the other one!”

This makes Grace nervous, what could she possibly need exclusively Hannah for? But Grace trusts her wife. After all, she’s the only human she would ever consider sharing her life with. Ever.

“An, she’s out on the back patio. Do you want a glass of wat—“ 

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Please, Stay - [4/4] [Requested]

foreverafangirl11 said:

Heyy babe I literally just read all of ur prefs and imagines! THEY’RE SO GOOD(: Do u mind doing a pref where ur giving up on the relationship but he convinces u to stay?<3 thanks doll

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Hey love! Thank you so much for reading all of them that’s a lot of time and effort and I have no idea why you’re spending it on me. I’m sorry that it took me so long to do this; thank you for being so patient my love! 

link to my masterlist - x

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Daddy Ashton

You and Ashton had been together for quite a long time. You were comfortable with each other, enough to the point where your relatives started asking about your future - a wedding, children. Of course you wanted that, you just weren’t sure you wanted that with Ashton. He didn’t currently have a stable career, or a stable life, and you were both very young for being in such a serious relationship. Your mother had advised you walk away from him a long time ago; she was of the opinion that a girl your age should be experimenting, instead of tying herself down to one bloke. 

You’d been contemplating splitting up for a while, as much as you hated to admit it. Ashton worked a lot, and was hardly ever home, and sometimes he would invite you out with him just so you could spend some time together but it always felt like you were just intruding, like you weren’t really welcome anymore. What had become your safe haven was now slowly deteriorating into something else. It felt like you had no other option but to leave. 

You loved Ash, but it was time for the both of you to be happy, he didn’t need to be burdened with a girl at home and you certainly didn’t need to be burdened with a guy who couldn’t drop everything to be with you when you needed him. 

It was time. 

You packed a bag while Ashton was away at the studio in the afternoon. He wouldn’t be home until late - he was never until late. You knew it was a low move, to leave while he wasn’t there, but you were afraid if he saw you leave, he’d convince you to stay. You knew he wouldn’t want you to go. You’d been on the phone with your best mate all afternoon; she was offering you a place to stay for a while, considering you’d sold your flat when you moved in with Ashton a few months ago.

You couldn’t fit all of your things into two bags, and you knew you’d be sending your friend back to get the rest. You wouldn’t be able to bear the thought of seeing him anymore. 

You took a deep breath, looking around the apartment that you’d called home. You used to yell at Ashton for always leaving the dishes out on the counter when they belonged in the dishwasher. Your date nights on the couch almost always consisted of at least one argument, either over the actual film or what film you both wanted to watch. Usually, those arguments ended in make-out sessions that lasted at least half the length of the film, so it never really mattered anyway. Your bathroom upstairs, where you took baths whenever you’d had a particularly stressful day at uni, and Ashton would always come home to find you, and cheekily slip himself in behind you and hold you close and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. 

It’d been a wild ride together, and you were scared to leave. Your entire comfort rested with this boy, and leaving him opened up a completely altered universe. No more date nights, no more kisses, no more sleepy morning sex and celebratory pancakes, no more dinners with his family and no more of his love to run to whenever you were feeling down. You felt so lost, saying goodbye to him and all that you ever were together. It didn’t feel comfortable. It felt wrong.

You took a deep sigh, lugging your two bags out into the boot of your car, but walking back in to leave a note and the key under the doormat.

Ashton,

Forgive me for not saying goodbye before I left. I know it’s cowardly; but I couldn’t bear to see your face. I love you, truly, I do. And, maybe, in this future, we could work, but right now, we both know this isn’t what we need. You have your band, your life, to focus on. I have uni, and my mum’s right, we should be experiencing, messing around with other people, we’re too young to be so tied down like this. 

I’m sorry for leaving like this, without even saying anything. I know I should’ve. Maybe sometime in a few years when you’re not so busy anymore we can have a coffee together. 

I love you, Ash, and I will always treasure everything we had. But it’s time to go now. 

My key is under the doormat. 

All My Love,

(Y/N) 

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You drove away from your his house, wondering if you made the right choice or not. Surely it couldn’t hurt to spend some time apart. It didn’t have to be forever, but Ashton was far too busy with his work to focus on a girl right now. And he deserved to give a girl his utmost attention, and that girl deserved every bit of it. 

You deleted his number from your phone, but that didn’t really do anything, you still had it memorised by heart. 

He’d called seventeen times that night. He left eight voicemails, and twenty-two text messages. You counted them, but never read them. 

You only saw them flitter past on your phone’s notifications, some of them were too long to read, but some of them were a simple few words. 

Please, Stay. 

The words brought tears to your eyes and you contemplated running right back into his arms, right back to him. You would tell him you were an idiot, a blind, foolish, idiot, and you were nothing without him. You were meant to be together, and you loved him, and would stick with him through his crazy schedule. 

Please, Stay. 

Two little words had so much affect on me. 

You tried to stay unfazed, and for the most part, you succeeded, except for that you knew you were only lying to yourself. 

Please, Stay. 

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Micheal - 

You dated in secondary school. People walked by you holding hands, smiled and whispered, ‘Aww.’ They called it puppy love. Of course, you were young then, and defiant. It wasn’t puppy love to you, it was the real thing. You were always the one for him. He was the one for you.

You broke up before he left for his first tour away. He kissed you on the forehead at the airport, eyes red and puffy as he tried to hold back tears. 

“I love you,” He whispered. “I’m sorry." 

You shook your head, pushed him away and towards the gate. 

"The world needs you,” You told him. “Go." 

You reunited after a while, when he’d come home. He promised that you could stay together, that this time it would work out. You believed every word he said, mostly because you wanted to believe you could last as well. 

You knew deep down you couldn’t.

When people back home found out you were together again, they laughed. They didn’t believe you, going back to this silly love that you had when you were young. Your mum told you that that was probably the stupidest decision you could ever make; young loves never last. They’re not meant to. 

You held onto him anyways, grasped onto him as he whispered to you that they were wrong - that you were going to prove them all wrong. 

It had worked for a while, but even you came to the realisation that, maybe, they were right. It wasn’t exactly easy when you had two different opinions flying at you constantly, and no way of knowing which one was correct. People laughed at your relationship; they didn’t take you two seriously. They thought you were two teenagers caught up in the past, unable to move on from what you thought was comfortable. Maybe they were right. Maybe you were just holding on to every ounce of your history with Michael, even though it was all withered down now. 

You started a bath, just to clear your thoughts. Michael was still at the studio, and you wanted to talk to him about it first before you made any rash decisions. It only seemed fair. 

You twiddled your fingers together under the warm comfort of the water, rising vapour up to the windows and mirrors of your bathroom. It wasn’t long before Michael was home, calling out your name as you heard the sound of keys dropping on the floor and an explicit exclamation.

"In here!” You called out, smiling at the boy who’d stolen you heart back in secondary school. You really did love him. It wasn’t a question of if you loved him or not. It was a question if it was still right to hold on to this, when when every single force in the universe said no. 

“(Y/N)?” He poked his head in here, smiling at the sight of you in the bath. “You’re bathing. You never bathe.” You looked at him funny, laughing at what he said, watching as he recalled and blushed. “I mean, of course you bathe and stuff, just not like, in the actual bath." 

"It’s warm,” You shrugged. “Wanna join me?" 

"Sure.” There was a lock of mischief on his face as he stripped of his clothes, teasing you as he did, and trying gracefully to slide in behind you, although failing horrendously. He pulled you in close to him, squeezing you almost, and pressing a kiss to the sides of your temples. “You only take a bath whenever you’re stressed.” He pointed out. “What’s going on?”

“I was just thinking.” You stated, voice barely above a whisper. You had no idea how to start a conversation like this. You didn’t want to hurt Michael, you loved him, but you couldn’t help but think everyone else was right. 

“About?” He pressed distracting kisses all along your neck. 

“Us.” You said honestly. 

“What about us?” He seemed a little more attentive now than he was just a second ago. He pressed one last kiss to your skin before waiting for your answer; this was serious now. 

“I, um, I don’t know…” You twiddled with your fingers. “Nobody takes us seriously, Mike." 

"Babe, I’ve told you, let them talk. They don’t know anything about us.” He nuzzled his neck into your shoulder. “You can’t listen to that, okay?" 

"I can’t help it,” You whined. “Everyone’s telling me to leave you. Don’t you remember how my mum laughed when I told her we were back together? She laughed, Mike!” You paused, but Michael didn’t say anything in response. His hands travelled up and down your arms. “I don’t know, it’s just…what if they’re right. What if we are just two teenagers trying to hold on to the past?” 

"We’re not,” He muttered. “We’re in love. It’s different." 

Puppy love.” You whispered the two words that you and Michael had vowed so long ago to never say aloud to each other. Back in secondary school, people would always tell you that’s what it was - just puppy love. It was meaningless, and imaginary. You’d move on from him, look back and laugh at all the mistakes you’d made. You and Michael swore that you would never call what you had puppy love, because that’s exactly what it wasn’t. You really had hopelessly fallen for each other, but you were far too young for anyone to take you seriously. Apparently, you’re still far to young. 

Michael wordlessly got out of the bath, wrapping a towel around his waist and looking at you with the most pained expression you’d ever seen him wear. 

"Don’t say that,” He said. “Don’t lie.” He left the room, leaving you to your own thoughts. You hadn’t meant to offend him. But maybe you were just looking for excuses to split up, when there were all the reasons in the world to stay together. 

Later on that night, with you pulled tightly against Michael’s chest, he whispered two words into your ear in his dreamlike state, that he probably didn’t mean for you to hear. 

“Please, stay.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Clamu - 

People warned you about him. They told you he was no good. That’d he only break your heart and leave. They based that on his appearance of course, because a boy dressed in all black and covered head to toe in tattoos could never mean well, not for you. Your mother hated him, your father despised him. You weren’t allowed to come to dinner if you were bringing him. 

"He’s in a band, for God’s sake,” Your mother exhaled. “What kind of job is that?" 

Even his best mates warned you about him, being in a band with him. They didn’t think Calum was stable enough to handle a girlfriend; he’d never really even had a serious relationship in all the many years they’d known him. He wasn’t the relationship sort of guy, and that’s why they were so worried for you when you started dating. 

He spent a lot of time elsewhere, instead of with you. He always claimed it was because he was busy, but the you couldn’t help but wonder if he was with another girl. He had a pretty solid fanbase, meaning that he had groupies as well. You never wanted to pester him, simply because you didn’t want to make him angry. 

But you sat on the couch that night, twiddling your thumbs as you looked at the picture someone had sent you of a girl in your boyfriend’s lap, with his head fallen back in laughter and the girl kissing his neck, leaving her mark. 

You were trying to see if it was photoshopped. 

Every bone in your body told you to pack a bag and leave. Every fibre of your being asked you what you were doing still with him. If you couldn’t trust him, whether he was cheating or not, there was no reason to stay. Your friends had told you this a million times. 

You stayed because you loved him, because he was every bit of a gentleman to you. He kissed you when he got home, he sang you to sleep whenever you had a nightmare, he held your hand and pulled you close to him whenever you walked out in public, and whispered words of love into your ear. 

You had your fights, some more lethal than others, but overall, you loved each other. 

But he had been distant lately, and this picture showing up had a sort of convenience to it. He was hardly ever home, always busy whenever you tried to call or text him, pissed off whenever you asked where he was at 2 in the morning. 

“Working.” He’d always said. 

You wondered what he must tell those girls. Maybe they know he’s not single. Maybe they know about you, and they just don’t care. 

Your head pounded at the thought of Calum with another girl, and tears trickled down your cheeks. 

“You were right, mum.” You muttered to yourself, flipping through the various pictures of Calum with that other girl. 

Within the hour, every trace of you was gone from the flat. Every article of clothing, every useless trinket that Calum told you to throw away when you moved in but you just couldn’t bear to, every remininsce that you were ever here - gone. 

You rolled your bags out to your car, and that’s when you were unexpectedly met with Calum’s car pulling up in the walk. He seemed to notice what you were doing, and parked right behind you, rushing out of his car and running to you. 

“What are you doing,” He growled. 

“I’m leaving.” You looked away from him, as he tried to pry the bags from your hand. 

“You’re not.” 

“I am,” You countered. “Stop this, Cal, come on. Let me go.” You tugged the bag out of his hand and tossed it in the backseat of your car. 

“You’re not going anywhere.” 

“You don’t get to decide that, now, do you?” 

He didn’t say anything in response, he just got your bags from the car to pull them back into the flat. 

“You can’t make me stay, Calum!” You yelled. 

He paused. 

He couldn’t make you stay; surely, he knew that. You cringed at the furious expression on his face and he threw your bags on the driveway again. 

“Fine then. Go.” He walked back inside the flat, slamming the door behind him. You heard the crash of something breaking and screaming, and you winced instantaneously. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you replaced the bags in your car.  As if the sky picked up on your emotions, rain started to fall down as you loaded your car and left, the memories of you and Calum falling to pieces behind you. 

You didn’t hear much of him until later on. You didn’t really talk with his bandmates anymore, despite how close with them you were when you and Calum were dating. Rumours flew all around that Calum was with a different girl every night, that he was this untameable hurricane, and he barely even ate or went to band practice anymore. 

You ignored them, they were only rumours after all. Calum was free now, he could do whatever he wanted to do in his spare time, he didn’t have to think about you anymore. He didn’t have to cheat. Your mum thanked every deity of every religion when you told her you’d left him.

“You finally came to your senses!” She exclaimed. “I have no idea why you stayed with him for so long. He was a waste of space, if you ask me.” 

You hadn’t asked her. 

You still missed him, and your spontaneous late night trips out to nowhere, just to see what there is to see. You missed the little dance he did when he was at the stove making pancakes in the mornings. His bright smile as he woke you up with a kiss and pulled you close to him. Your mates told you it was just you adjusting to life without him, but you couldn’t help but feel a little bit emptier without him around.  

It was nearing Christmas, and you were out shopping for gifts, when you ran into a familiar face. 

"Hey! (Y/N)!” Luke cheered as he pulled you in for a hug.  

“Hey, Luke.” You noticed suddenly that Luke wasn’t alone; he’d pulled his girlfriend along with him. She was just as cute as ever, and it’d been a while since you talked to her so you caught up for a while before Luke inevitably brought up The Topic. 

“Listen, (Y/N), about Calum…" 

"Save, it Luke.” You smiled. “I don’t want to know, I don’t want anything to do with him." 

"He never cheated.” He said. “I just, I just want you to know that. He never cheated. He wouldn’t do that to you. He had his moments, but, he…he wouldn’t do that.” Luke scratched behind his neck as he sheepishly explained to you. 

“Thanks, Luke, but…that doesn’t change anything,” You muttered. 

You didn’t want to press The Topic any longer, so you quickly left before Luke could defend his best friend any longer. You appreciated what he was trying to do, but you and Calum were done with. You’d wasted enough time on him already. 

“I miss you.” The words formed behind you, and at first you dismissed them and continued on with your window shopping. “I really do. Please.” You looked around you, confused, when you saw him standing there behind you, a small poinsettia in hand.

“Calum.” You stated. You tried to look anywhere else but him, but your eyes failed you, and found their way back to him again. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I took advantage of you, I, I didn’t appreciate you, God, I’m so sorry. I never thought you’d leave.” 

"Funny how I did." 

”(Y/N), please. I’m sorry.“ 

"What do you want, Calum? For me to come running back into your arms like there was nothing wrong with us in the first place? Calum, you were never even home! Millions of pictures flew around with you and other girls and what the hell was I supposed to think?" 

"You were supposed to think that I would never do that. You were supposed to know that I loved you, and after all the shit I put you through, you still loved me, too." 

"Calum…" 

"I got you this.” He muttered. “I know you like Christmasy things, and, um…" 

"I don’t think I should be accepting anything from you." 

"Why not? Because we broke up?" 

"Yes, Calum, because we broke up. What are you even trying to do here?" 

"I’m trying to make it better,” He sighed, exasperated. “I just want you back." 

You shook your head. ”I have to go.” 

"No, wait. Please, just, stay. For a moment. Just, let me apologise, with a coffee, at least.” He rushed to find an excuse. “Please, (Y/N), please, stay." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Lucifer

You and Luke made a deal. 

The second he left for tour, your relationship was off. 

It was a pretty harsh deal to make, and a pretty hard one to keep, but you were determined. You loved Luke, and you loved and cherished every second that you shared together, but you, plain and simply, did not believe a long distance relationship could ever work. It was too hard, with time zones and trust issues and the fact that you can’t physically see the other person. It would eat you alive. 

So, you and Luke made a deal back when you realised the inevitable event of him leaving for the world. You would break up. His bandmates seemed appalled by this decision you made, because how could you ever make a deal with someone that you were going to break up? How could you ever promise the end to your relationship? As unconventional as it seemed, it worked for the two of you. 

Until it became all too real. 

You sat in the terminal with him, barely touching each other, just staring off at anything but the person next to them. 

"Will you two just talk to each other for fuck’s sake?” Michael exclaimed. “You can’t just sit there and pretend like nothing’s happening." 

"We can try.” You shrugged, and Luke mumbled in agreement. 

“Not even healthy,” Calum muttered under his breath. It wasn’t. You should’ve talked to him a long time ago, and you had a thousand chances to. Before you left, in the car on the way to the airport, walking towards the gate, when you first sat down five minutes ago. You had hardly spoken more than a word to each other. 

“Why are you so set on breaking up, anyways?” Ashton asked. “Just stay together." 

"Not that simple.” Luke muttered in response. 

Silence enveloped over the five of you again and you wordlessly pulled out your phone, set on playing a game, when Luke sighed loudly and pulled your phone away, tugging you towards an isolated hallway. 

“We have to talk,” He said. “We can’t not talk." 

"We can try.” You repeated. 

“(Y/N),” He sighed. 

“We made a deal.” You stated. “We have to go through with it." 

"Why?” He asked. “I mean, is that what you really wanted? You want to just go through with it because we said we would?" 

"Luke, it’s not that simple. I told you, long distance relationships, they never work. It starts with a few missed calls, and suddenly, we never even speak anymore. And we make plans for seeing each other but it never works because I’m too busy here and you’re too busy travelling there.” You shook your head. “No." 

"You sound like you’re speaking from experience,” He muttered. 

“I just don’t want either of us to get hurt." 

"You’re hurting us now.”

“For the best, though,” You countered. “I love you, Luke, I love you so much, and, that’s why we have to say goodbye. You don’t need me to tie you down when you’re on the road. I mean, enjoy your groupies, Luke." 

He shook his head, crinkling his nose in disgust. “Don’t say that.” 

"I’m serious, though. You should enjoy being single. We can talk when you get back, but for now, it’s just too hard. That’s why we’re breaking up. It’s just better this way." 

"It doesn’t feel like it is." 

"I know.” You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your forehead into his neck. 

His aeroplane was called, and you pulled away from the embrace only to be pulled back in for another kiss. 

“Let’s stay together,” He whispered against your lips. “I know we promised, but if we’re guaranteed to not make it in a long distance relationship I at least want to try to prove you wrong.” He smiled. “Please, stay." 

~*~*~*~*~

luke’s was really short and simple and i’m sorry

thank you so much for being so patient, love! I’m so sorry it takes me forever to write things! 

xx