because we all know that you're happy you've found each other

anonymous asked:

You're dating josh and become bffs w Jenna on tour and you guys do everything together to the point it's like 'where is y/n' 'Just ask jenna' and it makes the boys SO happy cause when they were younger they only dreamed of having their lovers be as close as you as Jenna idk if you've done this request before but if so sorry! (Hope this was specific enough for you !) thx

AN: I’m so sorry that it took me so long to do your request! I hope you enjoy it and that it’s the way you imagined it. If not, I’m sorry (personally, I’m not so happy with it, but I didn’t want to let you wait any longer) Thank you again for your request! xx

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Long Lost Twin’s

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Warnings: None

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It was your first time being on tour with your boyfriend Josh and his band “Twenty One Pilots”. Even if it took you a few days to get used to being on the road constantly, it was great. Everyone was really nice and like a family to each other. 


To Josh’s and Tyler’s delight, you and Jenna got along very well. The two of you haven’t really met each other in person before because you aren’t from Columbus. So it was only natural that you were kind of anxious about meeting her the first time. She’s the wife of the best friend of your boyfriend. What happens if she doesn’t like you and you don’t get along? Especially when you’re on tour together, supporting your partners. 


But none of that was the case. Right in the first few minutes the two of you spoke, it instantly clicked. You already had the nickname of the long lost twins from the crew. You were really happy that you’ve met Jenna and that she toured as well, otherwise it would have been really boring for you. Even if the reason you joined them, was that you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend, you were actually more with Jenna. When we boys sound checked, made interviews, met fans or throughout the whole concert, Jenna and you were like conjoined at the hip. 


Some people might find this extremely annoying at one point, doing everything together but it wasn’t the case for you two. And Tyler and Josh liked it as well. Well, maybe to some extent.


“Hey Mark, have you seen (Y/N)?” Josh asked his friend.


“No, man, sorry. But ask Jenna, she will know that for sure.”


Josh chuckled, knowing that Mark was probably right. After walking around the backstage area for a little bit, he finally found the blonde girl, sitting on one of the couches. And surprisingly, (Y/N) was there as well, her legs tangling over Jenna’s lap. The both of them were scrolling through social media, showing each other pictures or posts which made them laugh. They didn’t even notice Josh standing there in the doorframe. 


“Ahem”


Nothing. None of them looked up to him, either they didn’t hear him or they didn’t want to. 


“AHEM!” Josh cleared his throat again. And again. Nothing. The two girls were like in their own little world, oblivious to all the things happening around them.
Slowly growing more frustrated, he thought about what to do.


“Great..”, he mumbled to himself. “TYLER!” 


It didn’t take long until the boy jogged up to his bandmate, asking what he wants. Josh said nothing, just motioning with his head at the two girls who were still happily scrolling through their social media. Tyler nodded slowly, understanding what the ‚problem‘ was. He motioned for Josh to get his phone out, which he did. They opened the Snapchat App and started recording their two girlfriends. 

“Guys, look at that! They exchanged us for each other. I mean, it’s great that they get along, really. But they don’t even notice us.”Tyler chuckled lightly at Josh’s pouting face. 

„I feel like the side-chick of (Y/N), while Jenna is the main-one” Josh mumbled.

Right before the video ended, Jenna chimed in. “Guys? You do know that we hear you, right? Even if I would be really honored if I was (Y/N)’s main chick, I’m happily married to Tyler, sorry to destroy your imagination, Josh.” The blonde chuckled. 


“Oh really? We’re married? I wasn’t sure if my wife was actually on tour with me, as she is always with Josh’s girlfriend.” Tyler laughed as he fired back at Jenna. You knew that the boys and Jenna all joked around. The guys were so happy that Jenna and you got so well along. 

Just as Josh wanted to say something, you decided to say something as well. „C’mon guys, you’re always together, too! Don’t act like we’re completely ignoring you.“ 

„But Babe, that’s exactly what you just did 5 minutes earlier!“ Josh said.
Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but laugh slightly. „I did notice you standing there, I just wanted to see you grow more and more frustrated, sorry Love.“ 

You moved on the couch, allowing the boys to sit down as well. Even though it was a bit cramped with the two couples on the couches, you enjoyed being able to cuddle Josh’s side. 

„Please, tell me again why I am together with you.“ 

You kissed Josh’s cheek and whispered into his ear. „Because you love me!“ Just as he wanted to say something himself, Jenna chimed in again. 

„Josh! Are you serious about that video?!“ The boys broke out into a fit laughter, leaving you completely confused. What video? But Jenna was there to your rescue. As soon as you saw Josh’s new Snapchat upload, you hit him on his arm. „You’re such a dork!“

„But you love me!“ Josh grinned at you, knowing that he was right. Which was completely true.

Wicked Lyric Meme
  • "Isn't it nice to know that good will conquer evil?"
  • "No one mourns the wicked."
  • "The good man scorns the wicked."
  • "Goodness knows, the wickeds lives are only."
  • "Goodness knows, the wicked die alone."
  • "Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?"
  • "Have another drink, my dark eyed beauty."
  • "Woe to those who spurn what goodness they are shown."
  • "Many years I have waited for a gift like yours to appear."
  • "My future is unlimited."
  • "What is this feeling so sudden and new?"
  • "Let's just say, I loathe it all."
  • "Every little trait, however small, makes my very flesh begin to crawl."
  • "There's a strange exhilaration in such total detestation."
  • "I will be loathing you my whole life long."
  • "These things are sent to try us."
  • "The trouble with school is they always try to teach the wrong lesson."
  • "Life's more painless for the brainless."
  • "It's just life, so keep dancing through."
  • "Life is fraughtless for the thoughtless."
  • "Those who don't try never look foolish."
  • "I hope you'll save at least one dance for me. I'll be right there. Waiting. All night."
  • "It's clear we deserve each other."
  • "Finally for this one night, I'm about to have a fun night."
  • "Black is this year's pink."
  • "I've got something to confess. A reason, well, why I asked you here tonight."
  • "We deserve each other. Don't we?"
  • "I've decided to make you my new project."
  • "When someone needs a makeover, I simply have to take over."
  • "You're gonna be popular!"
  • "I'll teach you the proper ploys when you talk to boys, little ways to flirt and flounce."
  • "I'll help you be popular!"
  • "Don't be offended by my frank analysis, think of it as personality dialysis."
  • "Did they have brains or knowledge? Don't make me laugh!"
  • "It's not about aptitude, its the way you're viewed."
  • "He could be that boy, but I'm not that girl."
  • "Don't dream too far."
  • "Don't lose sight of who you are."
  • "Wishing only wounds the heart."
  • "One short day full of so much to do."
  • "I think we've found the place where we belong."
  • "One short day to have a lifetime of fun."
  • "I am a sentimental man who's always longed to be a father."
  • "I think everyone deserves the chance to fly."
  • "Why couldn't you have stayed calm for once instead of flying off the handle!"
  • "I hope you're happy how you hurt your cause forever."
  • "I hope you're proud how you would grovel in submission to feed your own ambition."
  • "I don't want it- no- I can't want it anymore."
  • "Something has changed within me. Something is not the same."
  • "I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game."
  • "It's time to try defying gravity."
  • "Can't I make you understand youre having delusions of grandeur?"
  • "I'm through accepting limits cuz someone says they're so."
  • "Some things I cannot change but til I try, I'll never know."
  • "If that's love it comes at much too high a cost."
  • "I really hope you get it and you don't live to regret it."
  • "If in flying solo, at least I'm flying free."
  • "Happy is what happens when all your dreams come true."
  • "People are so empty headed, they'll believe anything."
  • "I can't harbor a fugitive. I'm an elected official."
  • "There isn't a spell for everything."
  • "Finally from these powers, something good."
  • "Surely now I'll matter less to you. You won't mind my leaving here tonight."
  • "I've got to go appeal to her. Express the way I feel for her."
  • "You're going to lose your heart to me, I tell you."
  • "I never asked for this or planned it in advance."
  • "If you insist I will be wonderful."
  • "Where I'm from we believe all sorts of things that aren't true. We call it history."
  • "A rich man's a thief or a philanthropist."
  • "Is one a crusader or a ruthless invader?"
  • "It's all in which label is able to persist."
  • "I need help believing you're with me tonight."
  • "My wildest dreamings could not foresee lying beside you with you wanting me."
  • "I'll make every last moment last as long as you're mine."
  • "Maybe I'm brainless, maybe I'm wise, but you've got me seeing through different eyes."
  • "Somehow I've fallen under your spell."
  • "Say there's no future for us as a pair."
  • "Know I'll be here holding you as long as you're mine."
  • "It's just...for the first time, I feel wicked."
  • "Let his flesh not be torn."
  • "Let his blood leave no stain."
  • "Let him never die."
  • "You're the latest victim of my greatest achievment in a long career of distress."
  • "No good deed goes unpunished. That's my new creed."
  • "Was I really seeking good or just seeking attention?"
  • "No good deed will I do again!"
  • "Wickedness must be punished. Evil effectively eliminated."
  • "I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn."
  • "We are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them."
  • "I know I'm wrong am today because I knew you."
  • "Who can say if I've been changed for the better."
  • "Because I knew you, I have been changed for good."
  • "So much of me is made of what I learned from you."
  • "I ask forgiveness for the things I've done you blame me for."
Richard Siken Quote Starters
  • I woke up in the morning and I didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway.
  • I say I want you inside me and you hold my head underwater. I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.
  • Vanity makes you say things like "I deserved a better life than this."
  • I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.
  • Your world doesn't make sense.
  • Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure. I'm sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.
  • A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
  • I've been in your body and it was a carnival ride.
  • Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.
  • Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly, flames everywhere.
  • You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.
  • Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you?
  • To them he is a mirror, but to you he is a room.
  • You want a better story. Who wouldn't?
  • Let's admit, without apology, what we do to each other.
  • If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand.
  • He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.
  • I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good.
  • Fairy tales have rules. You are a princess or you aren't.
  • You wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things. You wanted to be in love and he happened to get in the way.
  • We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven.
  • If this isn't a kingdom then I don't know what is.
  • Your body told me in a dream it's never been afraid of anything.
  • You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.
  • Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
  • Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.
  • I'm sorry I came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined.
  • Everyone could see the way his muscles worked, the way we look like animals, his skin barely keeping him inside.
  • I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings and you say "I'll give you anything" but you never come through.
  • Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you. Quit milling around the yard and come inside.
  • You wanted happiness, I can't blame you for that.
  • I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.
  • Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.
  • I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.
  • He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him. Green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool. You could drown in those eyes, I said.
  • Damn if there isn't anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.
  • The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of time.
  • You play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.
  • You're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist.
  • Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.
  • I wouldn't kill your pony. I'd like to believe it, anyway.
  • Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where everyone has their back against the wall, where everyone is in pain and acting selfishly because if they don't, they'll die.
  • You're a train and I'm a train station and when I try to guess your trajectory I end up telling my own story.
  • The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I'm alive.
  • I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future.
  • I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
  • Imagine a story, not of good against evil, but of need against need against need, where everyone is at cross-purposes and everyone is to blame.
  • You looked at me long enough to see something mysterious under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks.
  • In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.
  • You just wanted to prove there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not found that place yet.
  • This is not harmless. You are not breathing.
  • Lesson number one -- be sneaky and have a plan.
  • I know history. There are many names in history but none of them are ours.
  • You know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn't do, because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.
  • Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
  • Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.
  • When someone is trying to ditch you, kill you, never go back.
  • All wars are the same war.
  • We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
  • I'm not suggesting the world is good, that life is easy, or that any of us are entitled to better.
  • I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
  • Okay, so I'm the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero.
  • Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It's like a religion. It's terrifying.
  • You take her out into the rain and you fall in love with her and she leaves you and you're desolate.
  • Sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.
  • Someone is digging your grave right now.
  • There's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly.
  • Your co-workers ask if everything's okay and you tell them you're just tired.
  • Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.
  • At this point in the story so many things have gone wrong, so many bad decisions made, that it's a wonder anyone would want to continue reading.
  • Eventually something you love is going to be taken away.
  • I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it.
  • Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more.
  • I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.
  • I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again.
The Cast of Overwatch as People I've had on the Self Checkouts @ Canadian Tire
  • Soldier 76: Takes him a minute to realize it's the self-checkouts and not just a tiny till. Doesn't ask for help if something goes wrong, just stands there and waits for you to realize
  • Reaper: Curses out the self-checks as he uses them. Constantly telling them to "shut the fuck up", but refuses to use the mute button. Actually punches the self checkout sceens
  • Sombra: She's always done her transaction before you realize she's even there. Never takes her Canadian Tire Money, yet comes in bi-weekly to get it put on her card
  • Tracer (and Emily): Tracer is constantly remembering things to add to the bill last minute, be it a drink, chips, or the thing they came in for specifically. They also stand there and kiss/grab each others asses while they wait for the payment to go through. Tracer's card never is accepted for tapping
  • Ana: She marches right up to you and hands you her item, waiting for you to scan it for her (which you do-- it's your job). Always buys something heavy, but waits until the last moment to ask for a hand out, even if you already asked her if she needed one and she said no
  • Mercy: Shoves her hands in your hair, then informs you that you "have bad dandruff". Always picks the same, broken, SCO, and wonders why we haven't fixed it yet
  • D.va: Always has a 5$ bill that doesn't work, but refuses to swap it out. "It's fine, no worries!" she says, putting a crisp, new 100$ bill in for her 3.50$ purchase.
  • Lucio: There's always an issue with his SCO, but he's polite about it. Fluffs the bags when he takes one, and tries to put any that fall off back for you.
  • Reinhardt: Puts his basket of things on the weight scale and acts confused when the machine screams at him to take it off. Somehow manages to fit enough stuff on the scale that it overloads and we have to move things into a second cart
  • Torbjorn: complains because you have to scan in every item individually. Makes jokes about grabbing a hammer and "fixing" the machines for you
  • Junkrat: Lets you know, with pride in his voice, that his disgusting Canadian Tire money was found in a dumpster and that's why it's wet. Uses change for what the bills don't cover.
  • Winston: Very polite, but needs help with almost everything. Leans on the weight scale and you have to ask hm to stop 4 or 5 times
  • Zenyatta: Everything goes perfectly. You joke about them being broken, but "liking him" and he agrees. You feel like you've spoken to the Self-Checkouts master
  • Hanzo: Grunts when you say hello at first, but is friendly when you go to help him deal with a useless UPC code. Forgets his cashback 9 out of 10 times, but you always catch him before he leaves
  • Genji: He buys the weirdest things, and always asked you to help him find things you're not sure you have in store ("Sir, what is a greased nipple used for?") Walks into the window because he thinks it's the out doors
  • Roadhog: Doesn't talk much, but askes for large bags or garbage bags to carry his things in. Never takes his reciept
  • McCree: Complains that we think he's stealing when things have to be walked up, and hits the self-checkouts with more force than nessasary. Wants to know how we can stand being there all day while the computer talks
  • Mei: Double Bags everything, up to and including her bags of chips. Wants a sale or discount price on something with damaged packaging but perfect product.
  • Zarya: Doesn't want help getting her things outside and is, frankly, offended that you asked. Also doesn't let you scan things for her, and complains that the self-checkouts are stealing jobs
  • Widowmaker: Brings ammo up to the self-checkouts, and is disgusted when you tell her she'll have to go through the tills. If she does use the SCO's, she puts her purse on the weight scale.
  • Pharah: Checks and double checks every price for the things she rings in. Leaves 3-4 times to check the price, and is surprised (and happy) when you give her the week before price on something.
  • Symmetra: Hates the Self-Checkouts. Makes snide comments to it, but is v happy about the mute button. Has over 3000$ canadian tire money on her card, but doesn't use it. Lets you know when the till tape is almost finished.
  • Bastion: is a self-checkout
HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER ASK MEME
  • "I need to assert my dominance as a man!"
  • "What is wrong with you? You have a mother!"
  • "In hypothetical terms, you scored last night."
  • "Do you like magic?"
  • "I'm like Yoda, except instead of being green and little, I wear suits and I'm awesome. I'm your bro- I'm Broda."
  • "Are you acting out the last scene of Sleepless in Seattle with dolls?"
  • "I have you. I don't need to wait for it anymore."
  • "What would you expect? You've seen my penis."
  • "That makes me want to join a gym so I can get super strong and punch you really hard in the face."
  • "Oh my god, can you just be cool?"
  • "I don't love her, okay? I just miss her when she's not around, think about her all the time, and I imagine us running towards each other in slow motion and I'm wearing a brown seude vest. But I don't want to be her stupid boyfriend!"
  • "I can't just go say hi!"
  • "When I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead. True story."
  • "We met at the urinal."
  • "I was a teenage popstar in Canada."
  • "I guess, starting tomorrow, we can tell people."
  • "One out of every eight adult women in America is a prostitute."
  • "Love is the best thing we do."
  • "Playing loser tag is awesome!"
  • "Ouchy in my mouth."
  • "I'm cuddly, bitch. Deal with it!"
  • "I don't care if you have an orgasm! If you care, you do it!"
  • "He can't be pregnant. You have to have sex to be pregnant."
  • "I think you were in love and you messed it up."
  • "Everyone's leaving me and I don't like it!"
  • "Last week, I went out with a girl whose favourite band was Glee."
  • "What are the chances that we're both serial killers?"
  • "When I let a day go without talking to you, that day's just no good."
  • "I'm always gonna love you. Til the end of my days, and beyond."
  • "Love doesn't make sense!"
  • "You make me happy. You make me happy all the time."
  • "Do you want them? I hate olives."
  • "Not awkward, guys. Not awkward if we don't let it be awkward."
  • "Good luck on your date, I hope she's everything you're looking for"
  • "Settling down is for losers and kids who never go out anymore."
  • "There is no one hotter than God."
  • "OK, here’s my thing – if gay guys start getting married, then suddenly the whole world’s gonna be doing it. That’s how it works. they start something, then six months later, everyone follows. Like… now everyone gets manicures."
  • "I keep waiting for something to happen."
  • "Look, you can’t design your life like a building. It doesn’t work that way. You just have to live it… and it’ll design itself."
  • "This font is often mistaken for Helvetica, but actually, it's Helvetica bold."
  • "I refuse to be a part of a third runaway bride situation."
  • "I'm really into you. I just can't be with you...right now."
  • "Whoever is right gets to slap the other person in the face as hard as they possibly can"
  • "I finally found the one. Her name is bacon."
  • "Why is no one coming to my happenings?"
  • "Ain't no thang but a chicken wang, mamacita!"
  • "If you keep acting this way, little by little, you're gonna lose me."
  • "The only people in the universe who haven't seen Star Wars are the characters in Star Wars."
  • "Chicago? Is that even a real place?"
  • "I'm sorry I don't have time for your drama right now. My fiance is missing."
  • "Just tell me. Do you love me?"
  • "Is there any way we could just go back to normal?"
  • "I only know of one truly platonic relationship."
  • "Do you want to keep playing or do you want to win?"
  • "Holding hands is like the fourth grade equivalent of banging."
  • "You hate women and women hate you."
  • "Why say goodbye to the good things?"
  • "You get older, you have kids, you stop stealing. It's sad."
  • "You have to let me dance my own battles!"
  • "New is always better!"
  • "If you have a crazy story, I was there. It's just the law of the universe."
  • "Sometimes things have to fall apart to make way for better things."
  • "The future is scary but you can’t just run back to the past because it’s familiar. Yes it’s tempting but it’s a mistake. "
  • "You took my infant child to a strip club?"
  • "When you're in a new relationship and you're competing with your ex for who's happier, it can get ugly."
  • "I don't get lonely. I have five dogs."
  • "People make fun of the guy who stays home every night doing nothing, but the truth is, that guy is a genius."
  • "It's not cheating if it's on the phone, right?"
  • "Aren't you tired of waiting for destiny?"
an ode to my friends through their signs
  • aries: your passion and your compassion never fail to amaze me. i love how much you love what you love. you are a brilliant lil lady and i know that you always have my back. same goes for you, boo. you make me smile and you make me open up and i really really love you
  • taurus: you are such an unbelievably kind and inviting person. i feel so lucky to have gotten to know you and to have broken through your shell because you truly are glorious. i've never met anyone like you, and i doubt i will, because you're some kind of angel, hun
  • gemini: okay so i seriously think you are such a blast and you're one of the few people whose absence i genuinely feel when you are gone. you are so willing to have fun all the time and you make me do things i wouldn't normally do, but end up loving it. it's hard to describe what i love about you because there's just so much
  • cancer: you are so so sweet and smart and thoughtful and although sometimes we don't get along i can't imagine my life without you and i feel that it is my personal duty to make sure that you are happy forever
  • leo: you are unreal. you are so outrageously lovable and you're such a good listener when it really counts and you and i have some of our best times together
  • virgo: ours is both a strange and flawless friendship. we say nothing to one another but insults, but they're all love. you don't faze me how you do with other people, and i think you like that. i love and look up to you
  • libra: what would i do without you? you are like a lovely flower that takes its time to truly bloom, but looks beautiful throughout. thank you for letting me see you in full bloom, because you're the best flower in the whole wild world ❤️❤️
  • scorpio: you are just perfect. being around you is enough for me to be happy, whether we're in silence or in laughter. i love you so very much
  • sagittarius: what a weird pairing we are; but it works! you and i may have our differences, and there are many, but we loooooove each other. you are so smart and so caring and so willing to go the extra mile for the people you love and i just think you're really great, even if i don't always say so
  • capricorn: you special person, you. never have i met someone soooo intelligent, witty, hilarrrrious, and loving. you are one of the very rare human beings on this earth whom i feel comfortable discussing anything and everything with. you are one of even fewer with whom i genuinely want to spend my hours with, doing exactly that. i am so lucky and grateful to have found you, and even luckier to have had you choose me. ❤️❤️
  • aquarius: you might be crazy but you're my kind of crazy. you are v smart and hilarious and you can talk to anyone like you've known them for years and you are worth so much and you truly deserve the world
  • pisces: WOWZA, you're so kind and generous and smart and funny and whenever i'm around you, I can't help but smile because you are just too good to be true. i love you dearly and i plan to never let you go, if that's cool

anonymous asked:

Emma I just found out the cutest thing earlier today, the owner of the used bookstore I go to is married and has two little girls, we're pretty close and freindly and were talking about his yougest making messes and I brought up bath tub crayons (if you've never seen them they're literally big crayons that you're supposed to use to draw in the bath, but if you aren't extremely carefull they'll create the biggest mess EVER) anyway he told me he and his wife actually use them to leave notes 1/?

to each other all the time, and I just..,imagine domestic, parents!Sterek who have a bunch of lil babies and end up using the bath crayons WAY more than the kids do, they leave messages on the bath tub for each other whenever one of them goes into the bathroom for anything, they range from stuff like “You have the prettiest smile” and “Your butt looked especially good today” to doodles of Spiderman and “OMG X-FILES IS BLOWING MY MIND” to jokes and limericks and when the kids are asleep they play their favorite risky game “How many dirty jokes/comments can we leave before a child finds one?” and inevitably if either of them left something that the other didn’t see before one of the kids gets up for the bathroom and they find it then whoever left the dirty message has to do some stupid chore like walk the dogs for a week or be the poor looser who takes the kids to the dentist the next day or whatever.

Obviously they only play that game when all of the kids are too young to really read, the older their oldest gets the more creative they have to get with their words so they don’t ask questions, but by the time the oldest child gets to a reading level where they can identify their first cuss word they have to stop playing because it’s only a matter of time before she figures out what “I wanna tap that booty like a game show buzzer” means (incidentally that was the comment that made Stiles lose and have to clean the kitchen a few months ago). 

BUT ALSO here’s the thing about those crayons, if you don’t wash them off fast enough- or if you mark them on anything that ISN’T the bath tub- they don’t come off, they stain HORRIBLY. I was that kid that took the black crayon and drew all over the walls with it and I don’t think my mom got it all off for MONTHS, so just imagine that sometimes they don’t get to a message fast enough or they decide the message is so nice they don’t want to wash it off, so slowly the bathtubs become covered in little stained messages, like a real-time memory album, moments captured that are actually pretty insignificant and that makes them BETTER because it isn’t like looking back on dance recitals or anniversaries, it’s remembering when the new Beauty & The Beast movie came out and Stiles wrote a Sterek version of “Tale As Old As Time” on the tub, it’s remembering when one of the kids got stung by a bee and Stiles freaked out so much he cried and Derek comforted him, it’s remembering that Derek loves strawberry ice cream and that Stiles’ hair looked especially fluffy that one day, it’s remembering that it’s Derek’s turn to do the laundry and that Stiles was so sleepy one night he wrote a long message of incoherent words that fifty years later still stump the entire family as to what he was trying to say. 

And slowly the messages encroach over every bathtub, every shower, even the SINKS because they run out of room, they add on a new bathroom at one point with the excuse of having too many kids but everyone knows it’s just so they can fill it up with more messages, they spent twenty years sharing the two or three bathrooms they had in the house WHY ADD ANOTHER ONE //NOW//? But just imagine all of the really RANDOM messages that get left there and aren’t washed away in time because life gets in the way, “Why did I ever like Fred Flintstone? He’s such a poophole D<” “I'msosleepydereksendhelpnomoreslumberpartiesplzsleep”, “I’m craving pizza thanks to your big mouth Stiles- DON’T WRITE SOMETHING DIRTY”, “Abby learned that bad word she wasn’t supposed to know and now Mrs. Miller is mad at us” “What word?” “The one that makes Scott sad” “There are like 3” “The bad bad one that you didn’t know till you were 9 IT’S YOUR TURN TO CLEAN THIS THING STOP WRITING BACK”. 

It’s like the “leaving messages in steam” thing only cuter because you have the option of saving them!! 

I don’t know why I’m crying, because this is so damn amazing and happy. BUT THAT IS EXACTLY WHY I‘M CRYING. Can I please have this? Just…yes. This is it. This is the headcanon I want. This is the Sterek pokemon I choose!!! 

anonymous asked:

prompt: ian and mickey with a daughter

//so yeah this is really long but yeah here you go!//

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‘What do you think it is?’

Ian looked away from the sonogram for a moment and considered Mickey’s question. ‘How am I supposed to know? Not as if I’m the one carrying it,’ he said.

Mickey rolled his eyes. ‘Fine, fine. What do you want it to be?’

'Can’t exactly answer that either. Another Carl or another Debbie…neither exactly sounds appealing. I love them, but…you know what I mean.’

'Yeah. I don’t really want a mini Mandy running around either,’ Mickey said, smiling at Ian. They were both quiet for a moment, returning their attention to the sonogram. Six weeks already. 'You know it’s going to be nothing like our siblings, right?’ he asked seriously.

'I know. And we’re going to be nothing like our fathers,’ Ian said, clasping Mickey’s hand meaningfully. He was talking mainly about Terry. Frank was a liar and a drunk, sure, but compared to Terry, he was practically a saint.

'I hope it’s a boy,’ Mickey said suddenly.

'Yeah?’

'Yeah. If we have a girl, she’ll be bringing boys home to fuck every five minutes. And I’d have to be protective and shit, put them in their places, scare them off. Dad stuff,’ Mickey explained. Ian burst out laughing.

'Are you planning on parenting like you’re in a nineties sitcom?’ he joked. 'She’ll just fuck them somewhere else, Mick. God knows we did it in some weird places,’ he reminded him.

'If it’s a girl, I won’t know the first thing to say,’ Mickey said quietly. Now Ian saw through his facade. He was insecure. 'I don’t know anything about girls, and neither do you because we’re both guys, and we’re both gay so it’s not like we know about women from fucking them like straight dads do,’ he said all in a rush.

'Well you used to -’

'Shut the fuck up, Ian, I’m serious,’ Mickey cut him off.

'Sorry. I was trying to lighten the mood. I shouldn’t have bought that up,’ he told Mickey apologetically.

'It’s fine. But don’t you agree?’

'No. Sure we’re maybe better equipped to deal with a son, but just because we’re not women and we’re not into women doesn’t mean we’re incapable of having a daughter. Ok? Don’t ever feel like you’re not enough. Don’t ever feel like you’re incapable of doing something because of who you are. If anything, everything we’ve been through is just going to make us better parents.’ Ian told him, kissing him firmly. 'There’s no-one else I would rather have a kid with.’

Mickey smiled a little. He still found it hard to do that, even after all this time. Show emotions that weren’t anger. Feel happiness. He had to let himself, it never came naturally.

Mickey slid into Ian’s shoulder and looked back at the sonogram. They were quiet, and he just listened to Ian’s heartbeat and felt Ian’s hands gently running through his dark hair. ‘Ian?’

'Yeah?’

'Do you know anything about periods and shit?’

Ian chuckled. ‘Well one time we shoved a tampon up Lip’s nose to stop it bleeding,’ he told him, grinning. Mickey looked at him, eyebrows raised. ‘Look, we’ll just figure it out if and when it happens. Yeah?’

'Ok.’

-

'Shit shit shit,’ Mickey muttered, pacing the hospital corridor for the umpteenth time.

'You need to calm down man,’ Lip said from behind, taking him by the shoulders and steering him to the seats by the wall.

'Why won’t they let me in?’

'State laws, hospital protocols, cunt doctors. I’m sure you’re familiar,’ Lip said, causing a pair of passing nurses to flinch nervously.

'I’m the fucking dad too.’ Mickey whispered.

'Yes you are,’ Lip stated in agreement. 'I know that and Ian knows that. And the kid’s going to know it too,’ he told him.

Mickey looked at him, his eyes heavy with tears that Lip knew he was too proud to cry. ‘After everything…after getting shot, getting raped, getting the shit beat out of me…this is the worst. This shit is regulated, I can’t control it, I can’t do anything. I’m missing the birth of my child,’ he trailed off.

'You know I’ve never been worried about you and Ian?’

'What are you talking about? The fuck does that have to do with anything?’

'Never. Because with you two, the stakes have always been higher. You’ve always had to go through more and be more for each other. Maybe you more than him. When he told me you two were fucking, I was surprised, sure. But I wasn’t worried. When he told me he was fucking Kash - well, when I figured it out - I was worried, I was pissed. But with you? I knew from that first moment that you must really give a damn if you were risking it all to be with him. And time went on and you stayed together - for the most part - and I barely even thought about it anymore. If I was put through even half the shit you’ve been through, Mickey, I’d have given up. But you never did, did you? You destroyed yourself, you kissed him with a broken face, you searched for him, you literally carried him. When he got diagnosed, you were there with him and you’ve never left his side since. What I’m trying to say here is that I wasn’t worried when he was sixteen and I’m not worried now. You will be able to get through this because I don’t think there’s anything this world could throw at you that you couldn’t handle. You’re Mickey fucking Milkovich.’

Mickey hugged Lip on instinct, before he could stop himself. ‘Thanks,’ he said gruffly, masking tears. ‘And I’m sorry I beat you up that one time,’ he added.

Lip laughed. ‘Shit, I’d forgotten about that,’ he remarked, breaking off the hug and clapping Mickey on the shoulder. ‘Ian?’ he called out, seeing his brother at the other end of the hall. Mickey was on his feet in a second.

'What’s happening? Is everything ok? Has it popped out yet? Boy? Girl? Ian why aren’t you saying anything? Shit did we lose it? Shit we did, didn’t we? Ian talk to me!’ Mickey spluttered frantically.

Ian was smiling, smiling so wide and with so much love. ‘No. No Mick, we didn’t lose her,’ he told him gently.

'Her?’ Mickey gasped.

Ian nodded. ‘You’re going to have to learn about periods,’ he said, right before kissing Mickey with possibly more passion than ever before.

'What’s she like?’

'She’s amazing. Come and meet her,’ he grabbed Mickey’s hand and led him inside, casting a glance back at Lip and silently thanking him for being there, for waiting with Mickey. Lip grinned back.

-

'I love you but shut up,’ Mickey said to the howling baby in his arms.

'Mick, don’t tell our daughter to shut up,’ Ian said in mock disapproval, smiling at them. They were side by side in bed, Mickey holding Rose.

'Our daughter,’ Mickey echoed.

They’d lost count of how many nights had been like this. Just laying there at 2am in the dark, half wishing they were sleeping and half wishing to never leave that moment. It didn’t matter that Rose was crying, that Ian had baby vomit on his arm or that Mickey had a headache. They’d honestly never felt closer. And the love they had for that tiny six month old bundle that Mickey clutched in his arms was a love neither had been prepared to feel and neither could understand yet.

Ian turned on his side and placed his hand on Mickey’s arm. ‘I love you so much,’ he told him. Mickey looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitching.

'I love you Ian,’ he returned after a pause. It still took him a moment sometimes. Ian knew why and he didn’t mind.

-

'Rose, why have we been called in today?’ Ian asked his daughter.

'I don’t know Daddy,’ she said truthfully.

'What have you done? You hit someone? You mouth off?’ Mickey fired the questions at her.

'I don’t think so,’ their six year old replied.

'How can you not know? Has your fist been in someone’s face or not?’ Mickey demanded.

Ian took his hand to calm him down. ‘Rose, whatever it is, we won’t be mad. You can tell us anything. We’ll work through it, as a family,’ he told her. Mickey made an odd sound from next to him. ‘You ok?’ he murmured. Mickey nodded, not looking at him.

She thought for a moment. ‘I really can’t think what I’ve done, I promise,’ she told Ian, her eyes wide with worry.

'Ah, you must be Rose’s parents?’ came a cheerful voice from behind them.

'Yes. I’m Ian,’ he said, extending his hand, smiling brightly. He knew they had to get off on the right foot before facing whatever it was that Rose had done.

'Mickey,’ he said, also shaking the woman’s hand.

'Pleasure. I’m Miss Cooper, Rose’s teacher,’ she introduced herself, 'thank you for taking the time to come here today,’ she said, sitting behind her desk.

'Of course, it’s no trouble,’ Mickey said carefully, trying not to curse.

'Well let’s get right to it, shall we? Rose is doing so well. I’m thrilled with the progress she’s been making,’ she told them. Ian and Mickey were stunned.

'She’s not in trouble?’ Ian asked uncertainly.

'Of course not! Gosh is that what you thought this was? No, not at all!’ the teacher reassured them.

Rose was grinning up at her fathers, triumphant.

'Here is a story she wrote, it’s just wonderful…and they’ve been building robots in art class, hers is that purple one on the table behind you. And these are her workbooks - almost perfect scores in math quizzes and spelling tests. And Rose, tell your dads what you did in history yesterday!’

'I recited all the Presidents, in order,’ she said proudly.

'You make them learn that?’ Ian asked incredulously.

'No, not when they’re six! She just knew. Must have learned it of her own free will,’ Miss Cooper explained, smiling at Rose.

Ian read what his daughter had written, carefully and neatly in soft pencil, telling the story six children living in a house with no parents. On the last page she’d drawn them. A tall girl in shorts with messy dark hair, two boys of equal height, one in jeans, the other with a solid crayoned block of orange hair, a girl with a ponytail and red lipstick, a boy with no hair holding a baseball bat, and on the floor at the end was a toddler wearing a nappy. His fingers traced the red haired figure. He looked at her, a lump in his throat. ‘This is great,’ he told her softly. Rose smiled and silently pointed to the corner of the page. She’d drawn a little house with one window. A girl with a nose ring and pink streaked hair was what first caught his eye. Next to her was a shorter figure, a boy with a shock of black hair in a tank top. They were staring longingly at the big family above them. Ian felt his eyes tearing up and then he just hugged his little girl as hard as he could. ‘I love you,’ he told her.

'Ok,’ she said. The adults all laughed.

-

'Did you hear that?’ Mickey said, putting down his coffee mug.

'Hear what?’ Ian asked. Another scream.

'That,’ Mickey told him.

'Shit,’ said Ian, running upstairs, Mickey behind. 'Rose? What happened?’

The bathroom door unlocked and Rose came out, still in her pyjamas. She looked pretty shaken. ‘Um. Nothing,’ she said, averting her eyes.

'You were screaming. I thought you were six weeks old again, never mind sixteen,’ Ian said her. He still couldn’t believe how long it had been.

'I said it’s nothing. Please let me go to my room. Please,’ she said quietly.

'Fine. Go. You can tell us whenever you’re ready?’ Mickey called after her. She shook her head and shuffled off. He turned to Ian. 'You think she’s pregnant?’ he whispered. Ian hadn’t even thought of that. But Mickey had grown up with Mandy. He shrugged, glancing after his daughter. Then he saw. He nudged Mickey. There was blood streaked on her pyjamas. As soon as she was in her room, Mickey groaned, looking terrified. This had been his worst fear sixteen years ago and it still lingered.

'Ian I can’t. What the fuck do we do? I don’t - what are you doing?’ Ian was going into their bedroom and opening the closet.

'Fiona gave me these back when Rose was thirteen or so. I put them away and forgot about them…I figured she had to have started by now, you know? Just figured it out on her own and not told us. We should’ve done something. How could we have been so fucking careless?’

'We kept putting it off. And I think we were in denial that she was growing up. But yeah. We should've…I don’t know, something.’

'I’m doing something now,’ Ian said, heading towards Rose’s bedroom. He knocked. 'Can I come in? You decent?’ he asked gently. Mickey was trying to pull him away furiously. 'We can’t avoid this anymore Mick,’ Ian told him as they entered. She was sitting on her bed, laptop open. Ian gently closed the lid and sat beside her. But before he could say anything, Mickey began.

'Rose. What’s happening is totally normal. It happens every month. You can use these, they’re called tampons, or there’s towels. If these aren’t right, here’s twenty dollars, you can buy whichever kind you need. I’m sorry we didn’t talk about this sooner. We love you,’ he said, speaking very quickly to a stunned Rose, and then got up to leave.

'Oh my god! Oh my god, no!’ Rose shrieked from the bed. 'That’s not why - you guys thought - oh my god!’ she said, laughing uncontrollably.

'Your - pyjamas,’ Mickey said, confused and awkward. She blushed.

'Shit, sorry,’ she muttered. Her turn to be embarrassed. 'I was screaming because…I can’t say,’ she told them.

'Rose, are you pregnant?’ Ian asked her, automatically returning to their earlier assumption. She laughed.

'Seriously?’ she asked, gesturing to the boxes of tampons. Ian sighed at his stupidity. 'Besides, I’m seeing a girl right now,’ she said casually.

Her fathers stared at each other.

'Why didn’t you tell us before?’ Ian asked.

'I wasn’t sure. I’m still not,’ she explained. She shrugged. 'It was a…surprise, when it all happened. I like her a lot. I don’t know if it’s just her or if it’s girls. I like guys a lot too. I’m trying not to get too caught up in it,’ she told them.

Mickey stared at his daughter. This girl who reminded him of himself in so many ways. But she had accepted herself and she was more certain of her heart at sixteen than he had been back then, and later. And she had better parents than him. He’d prove it, he knew, as he went to hold her.

'I’m so proud of you,’ he said.

Rose hugged her father back. She knew his life had not been easy, but she didn’t know the full story. There were questions she’d asked over the years that had been met with awkward attempts to shy away from the truth until eventually she’d just stopped asking. She knew they were both covered in scars. She knew she only had one set of grandparents. The picture she had in her head of her parents’ lives was in bits and pieces. Maybe one day they’d tell her everything, maybe they wouldn’t. Ultimately she didn’t care. She knew they loved her, she knew they did. Nothing was ever faked in their house and nothing was ever hidden. Well. She was going to hide their surprise anniversary party that Lip had just told her about on the phone. But nothing else.

'Is something burning?’ she asked after a moment.

'The pancakes!’ Mickey exclaimed, bounding out of the bedroom and thundering down the stairs to save their breakfast.

Ian laughed. ‘Breakfast foods,’ he said simply. ‘Are you ok?’ he asked her seriously.

'Yeah. I’m good,’ she told her father, smiling.

He ruffled her hair. ‘It really is ok, you know? To be confused, I mean. You have the right parents for it,’ he said, smiling. She nodded. Ian kissed the top of her head and turned to leave.

'I really love you guys a lot, ok?’ she called out. Ian smiled. She didn’t say it often. She was like Mickey that way.

He nodded. ‘I know. Love you too,’ he said, closing the door.

'Thanks for the twenty bucks!’ she yelled as he walked downstairs. Ian grinned to himself as he entered the kitchen to see Mickey scraping black discs from the hot plate.

'Gonna have to start a new batch,’ he said.

Ian went up behind him and snaked his hands around his waist, kissing his neck. ‘I know it wasn’t needed, but what you said up there was amazing.’

Mickey leaned into his touch. ‘It felt really…parent-y, you know? I never - I never thought I’d get to have that,’ he murmured.

'I can’t believe the boy who wouldn’t let me kiss him twenty years ago is still with me now,’ Ian said. 'Hell, has a kid with me.’

'Not so much of a kid anymore though, is she,’ Mickey said. 'And I still can’t believe I ever stopped myself from doing this,’ he turned around and kissed Ian. They were familiar with each others lips now, but their hearts still jolted like they did when they shared their first kiss in that driver’s seat.

'I love you, Gallagher’ Mickey told him. Ian smiled. No hesitation now.

-

//The end.//

Gossip

The townfolk of Storybrooke apparently have nothing better to do than to gossip like high-schoolers. Robin overhears. 

a/n: posting this regardless of being rushed and un-edited. contains some 3x18 spoilers. 

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Regina and Robin were having a conversation. From where she was sitting - it looked to Tinkerbell like the conversation was light hearted, and fun. Like they were teasing one another and thoroughly enjoying the attention from the other. It made her smile… they’d finally found each other… and it was clear to anybody - even those who knew nothing of the spell revealing them to be soul-mates/true-loves whatever you wanted to call it - that they belonged together.

‘So, what uh- what do you know about that?’

Tinkerbell was snapped out of her trance of watching them and turned her attention to David.

'What?’ she asked.

'You’ve been watching them quite intensely for the past fifteen minutes.’ Snow chimed in. 'And come to think of it - you and Regina have been rather close recently… you must know of whatever is going on between them.’

'Between who?’ she tried playing innocent.

'Regina and Robin.’ David said.

'Oh… right… yes.’ She said.

'So…?’ Snow asked.

'What?’ She asked - still playing the part of innocent.

'So… what’s going on?’

Her resolve broke and she grinned. 'They’re perfect for each other, don’t you think?’

Snow frowned. 'I don’t know… Regina and Robin? I don’t see it working… not long term.’

'Oh but you’re so wrong. They’re made for each other.’

'I’m going to have to disagree with you there.’ David said. 'Regina is the evil queen - she had Robin hunted for years. She is everything he stands against.’

'No.’ Tinkerbell shook her head. 'They are actually made for each other.’

Snow frowned. 'What aren’t you saying?’

Tinkerbell looked back over to the pair - sure enough they still only had eyes for each other - so she was safe.

'You cannot tell anyone.’ She said. 'But… years ago - before the curse, Regina came to me, looking for help and so… I helped her track down her true-love. The man she’s supposed to be with.’

'And…?“ Snow asked.

'It was the man with the lion tattoo.’ She grinned.

Snow and David exchanged a glance. 'Robin has a lion tattoo… on his wrist.’ David said.

Tinkerbell nodded enthusiastically. 'True love, soul mates… whatever you want to call it.’

'Regina… and… Robin?’ Snow asked.

Tinkerbell nodded. 'Mmhmm.’

'Wow.’

She sighed. 'And aren’t they perfect together - I’m so happy they finally found each other.’

 

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Amnesia Blurb: Cameron, Jack G, Sammy Hayes

Cameron‘I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted
I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted’

It had been a month since you and Cameron had broken up, you were sick of hate you were getting from fans and couldn’t take it anymore so you both decided to amicably split. But really neither one of you were happy about it, you loved each other but you know how the saying goes ‘if you love something set it free’ so that’s what you did. Cameron took it really hard, he couldn’t get you off of his mind and always avoided your name in interviews that eventually those questions just stopped being asked. He always went to the places that the two of you went too, he still wanted to be close to you but every time he went there he just felt more distant and he hated it. He couldn’t forget about your kiss, or how much he loved you, you were always on his mind.

Jack'I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face.

You and Jack had gotten into a huge fight after a picture emerged of him kissing a fan on the lips “it’s not what you think, she tricked me like she tricked Nash” he said trying to make you understand the situation “I don’t know what to believe Jack” you cried. Jack shook his head looking into your Y/C eyes. “Don’t you trust me?” he asked. You nodded “of course I trust you it’s the fans I don’t trust, they seem to be trying to split us up” you said. “I hate them” you said to him and he wouldn’t look at you “they got me where I am, I could never hate them and I don’t know if I can be with anyone who hates my fans” he said. You cried even more, your mascara began running down your face “then maybe we shouldn’t be together” you said. You grabbed your bag from Jack’s bed “I’m leaving” you said. From that moment he has never forgot how the makeup ran down your face, or forgotten the words ‘I’m leaving’.

Sammy'The pictures that you sent me they’re still living in my phone
I’ll admit I like to see them, I’ll admit I feel alone.’

You and Sammy had been dating for two years and recently you had split up, you couldn’t handle the long distance relationship any longer. You tried to make it work but it just wasn’t working anymore. You tried to remain friends but that didn’t work either. After the two of you lost contact Sammy had been depressed, he constantly stared at the photos of you that were still in his phone. All he could think about was the loneliness in his heart and how much he missed you. It was hard for him to see the photos but his blue eyes just wouldn’t look away from your bright eyes and bright smile. He loved you, and he missed you. He just wanted you back in his arms but he knew he’d probably never get that back.

Hayes:'It hurts to know you’re happy, yeah, it hurts that you’ve moved on
It’s hard to hear your name when I haven’t seen you in so long.’

You and Hayes had broken up after three months of dating, and now you were dating a new guy and Hayes had found out and he was crushed about it. He still loved you and missed you more and more each day. It crushed him inside knowing you’d moved on and were happy with someone else, because he honestly believed he could never be happy again…Let alone with anyone other than you. “So Hayes it seems Y/N has a new boyfriend, how do you feel about that?” the interviewer asked. Hayes looked down hurt, it killed him hearing your name he just wanted you in his arms “Hayes doesn’t have to answer that, not to be rude or anything but we are here to talk about our tour not our personal lives” Cameron said “yeah it’s something he needs to deal with on his own without having to talk about it every five minutes” Jack agreed. Nash placed his arm around Hayes’ shoulder “we got your back bud” he said. Hayes half smiled “thanks guys” he said before turning his attention to the interviewer “so yeah our tours going to be awesome, were going to rock out” Hayes said quickly changing the subject.

5SOS PREFERENCES #98: HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER...
  • A/N: Well, if you have watched the show "How I Met Your Mother", then you might understand what I'm doing here. If you haven't, you can read and understand it just as well.
  • Luke: "Great day writing today, huh", Michael commented, taking a sip from his scotch. "Yeah, yeah", Luke dazed off, eyes fixed on you. "Woah, man, what got you so hypnotized?", his friend asked, turning around to follow Luke's gaze. "What, nothing. It's nothing", he tried to get Michael's attention, but it was too late. He had seen you. "Oh, she's hot", Michael smirked, turning back to face Luke. "And you're totally going to go all Playbook on her", Luke sighed. "No, bro. I'd never do that to you", Michael exclaimed offended. "Of course you would!", Luke argued. "Well, this time it's different, Luke. You're my best bro and you've got your eyes on a very hot chick. So this is my call", he started. "Oh no", Luke said. "Yes, Luke, my bro. It's time to play -". "Oh no", Luke face palmed. "Have you met Luke?", Michael smiled, prolonging the 'a'. "No", Luke stated, "You're not doing that". But it was too late, Michael had already stood up and walked over to you. Luke could read his mouth forming a 'have you met Luke?', as he pointed over to where his friend sat and walked away. "Hi, Luke", you giggled reaching out your hand. "Hey", he smiled, shaking it.
  • Ashton: "Hey, babe", Ashton said in your ear, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. "Hi", you giggled, pressing your lips on his, "Where's Luke?". "He's down at the bar with Michael, I think", Ashton insisted on kissing your shoulder, taking off your shirt. "Woah, looks like you're eager", you joked, taking his shirt off as well. "We'll see who's the eager one later one", he winked, lifting you up. And that's the reason why you and Ashton were laying naked and sweaty on the kitchen floor. "Well, that was something new", you mentioned to the whole 'we don't have time to get to the bedroom so let's just do it in the kitchen' thing. "Yeah", Ashton smiled, kissing your cheek, "Damn, where are my pants?". "Somewhere here", you shrugged. "Fuck, where are they?", he stood up, looking around like a freak. "Ashton, why are you so freaked out about losing your pants?", you asked, not understanding his actions. "It's not about the pants, it's about something that's on my pocket", he looked through a pile of clothes you had thrown anywhere, "Found it". Slowly, he made his way back to your side. "So, what was it that was so important in it?", you asked, resting your weight on your elbows. "(Y/N)", he said, taking a small black box from his pocket, "Ever since I met you in college, I knew you were going to be the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And I know it took us a long way to get where we are, and I know that it wasn't easy. But we were here for each other", you gasped as he opened the box to reveal a beautiful engagement ring, "So, (Y/N), will you marry me?". "Yes! Yes!", you exclaimed, jumping into his arms and kissing him passionately. "I love you", you said while he slipped the ring onto your finger. "I love you too". "Guys! I have a dat - Oh shit! Not on the kitchen!", you heard Luke's voice from the front door.
  • Michael: "(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)", Michael told you as you sat on the bar. "Michael, Michael, Michael", you repeated. "It's quite interesting how we are the ones that are always left single, huh?", he made a mention to Luke, that was currently on an on and off relationship, and Ashton, who was engaged. "It is, indeed", you nodded. "I think this might be a sign that we should be each other's wing man", he said, "Or woman". "Are you serious?", you laughed at the stupid idea. "C'mon, (Y/N), it would be legen -", he made a pause, "Wait for it", another one", Wait for it", one more, "Dary", he finished his sentence. "I'm not going to help you pick up dumb girls with daddy issues so you can help them have even more issues", you replied, rolling your eyes. "What makes you think I only hook up with dumb girls?", Michael asked, truly offended. "Everyone sees you flirting, Michael. Only the dumbest of the dumbest would fall for your tricks". Oh really?", he asked, leaning in the table. "Really", you replied, leaning as well. "So I'm going to make a bet with you, okay?", he said, "I'm going to get the smartest girl on this bar home with me tonight". "I'd like to see that", you scoffed, "If you lose, what do I win?". "I'll never ask you to be my wing woman again", Michael explained, "And if I win, I get to take you on a date". "Weird", you pondered, "But acceptable". "Let the games begin", he smiled. "Let the games begin". The next morning, you woke up next to Michael on his bed. Naked.
  • Calum: "Calum!", Michael announced, "Today you shall get laid". "Why?", Calum chuckled to himself. "Because bros help each others", he shrugged, "Point me to the hottest girl you see in the room". Calum's eyes looked around the room 'till they landed on you - he was completely wrapped around your finger before you even exchanged a word. "Hm", Michael said thoughtfully, following his gaze, "Interesting choice". "What?", Calum asked confused. "Don't fear, my friend. She'll be yours by the end of the night", Michael patted Calum on the shoulder, walking off to where you stood talking to your friends. He watched intently as Michael said something to you, smirking as he did so. Your face went from happy to angry by the time he had finished what he was saying, slapping him on the face and throwing your drink on him. Michael faked despair, putting his hand on his face and making a 'o' with his mouth. But, as you walked off to the bar, where Calum sat, he turned around, smiling and giving his friend's a thumbs up. "Rough day?", Calum made small talk, turning to look at you. "More like tired of idiots flirting with me like I'm an object", you sighed, rolling your eyes. "That's stupid", Calum agreed, "I'm Calum, by the way". "(Y/N)".

anonymous asked:

I'm sure you've answered this before but I can't find it anywhere, what's the story behind having one eye? (If you're cool with me asking)

So, I actually don’t think I’ve told this story on here before. I don’t know, I’ve told it so many times they all kinda run together! To do this, I have to tell the whole story- so here it goes:

4 June 2006, near Taji, Iraq: After being out on a presence patrol for a little over 24 hours, my crew and I had just finished putting the tank to bed, and were getting ourselves cleaned up. We’d gone to eat lunch, and I had just returned from the showers. I was all set to take a nap before dinner, when my platoon leader started pounding on my door. He told me a sad tale of his piece of shit tank being broken, and informed me he was taking my tank instead. I told him to take a long walk off a short pier, my tank wasn’t going anywhere, with anyone other than me. When you’re signed for a piece of equipment worth more than all of the money I’d ever made, and probably ever would make, you tend to be a little stingy with it. He then proceeded to try and pull rank on me, which any other time would have been hilarious. So I told him he could ride on it, but I was going along. My driver told him the same thing- go figure! We hauled ass, got ready to go, and found ourselves rolling back out the gate about twenty minutes later. My LT, myself gunning, my driver and our platoon medic riding in the loader’s hatch. I don’t remember any of this, I just know it because I’ve been told so many times by the guys who were there. We were almost to our RP (release point), when a very large IED was remote detonated under my tank. We were probably going 45-50 mph, so our momentum carried us over the newly formed crater where a fifty foot section of paved road used to be. My wing man was in the lead position, and because it was a canal road, with huge (in this case, dry) canals on each side, he had to eventually pivot steer to turn around, all while under fire from RPG’s and various other small arms. The enemies complex ambush really turned against them at that point- out of thirty two fighters in the ambush, two were captured. All the rest died, I’m sure “gloriously”, in place. My platoon leader and our medic both died of wounds, my driver suffered a pretty bad TBI and shrapnel wounds. Me? I had almost every bone in my body broken, to include twelve vertebrae, my skull and all four extremities. My left orbital socket was shattered, and that shot fragments (along with a little shrapnel) throughput the left side of my face. One little bitty piece of bone partially severed the optic nerve in my left eye, making it impossible to save and forcing them to have to remove my left eye, in order to save the vision in my right eye. Almost a year later, I was up and walking. I spent almost five years in physical and cognitive therapy total, and here I am ten years later. It’s only this year that I’ve been able to start running again. That’s actually really good, considering that for a long time the doctors didn’t think I’d ever walk again. Now I’m retired, and enjoying life to the fullest. I owe my guys that didn’t make it back at the very least that. They gave up their tomorrows, now I live mine as if it’s the last one I’ll have. Hope that wasn’t too long winded! Any questions, from you or anyone else, I’ll be happy to answer if I can. Thanks for message!

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Ashton: ‘I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted
I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted’

It had been a month since you and Ashton had broken up, you were sick of hate you were getting from fans and couldn’t take it anymore so you both decided to amicably split. But really neither one of you were happy about it, you loved each other but you know how the saying goes ‘if you love something set it free’ so that’s what you did. Ashton took it really hard, he couldn’t get you off of his mind and always avoided your name in interviews that eventually those questions just stopped being asked. He always went to the places that the two of you went too, he still wanted to be close to you but every time he went there he just felt more distant and he hated it. He couldn’t forget about your kiss, or how much he loved you, you were always on his mind.

Calum: 'I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face.

You and Calum had gotten into a huge fight after a picture emerged of him kissing a fan on the lips “it’s not what you think, she tricked me like she tricked Ashton” he said trying to make you understand the situation “I don’t know what to believe Calum” you cried. Calum shook his head looking into your Y/C eyes. “Don’t you trust me?” he asked. You nodded “of course I trust you it’s the fans I don’t trust, they seem to be trying to split us up” you said. “I hate them” you said to him and he wouldn’t look at you “they got me where I am, I could never hate them and I don’t know if I can be with anyone who hates my fans” he said. You cried even more, your mascara began running down your face “then maybe we shouldn’t be together” you said. You grabbed your bag from Calum’s bunk “I’m leaving” you said. From that moment he has never forgot how the makeup ran down your face, or forgotten the words ‘I’m leaving’.

Luke: 'The pictures that you sent me they’re still living in my phone
I’ll admit I like to see them, I’ll admit I feel alone.’

You and Luke had been dating for two years and recently you had split up, you couldn’t handle the long distance relationship any longer. You tried to make it work but it just wasn’t working anymore. You tried to remain friends but that didn’t work either. After the two of you lost contact Luke had been depressed, he constantly stared at the photos of you that were still in his phone. All he could think about was the loneliness in his heart and how much he missed you. It was hard for him to see the photos but his blue eyes just wouldn’t look away from your bright eyes and bright smile. He loved you, and he missed you. He just wanted you back in his arms but he knew he’d probably never get that back.

Michael:'It hurts to know you’re happy, yeah, it hurts that you’ve moved on
It’s hard to hear your name when I haven’t seen you in so long.’

You and Michael had broken up after three months of dating, and now you were dating a new guy and Michael had found out and he was crushed about it. He still loved you and missed you more and more each day. It crushed him inside knowing you’d moved on and were happy with someone else, because he honestly believed he could never be happy again…Let alone with anyone other than you. “So Michael it seems Y/N has a new boyfriend, how do you feel about that?” the interviewer asked. Michael looked down hurt, it killed him hearing your name he just wanted you in his arms “Michael doesn’t have to answer that, not to be rude or anything but we are here to talk about our tour not our personal lives” Ashton said “yeah it’s something he needs to deal with on his own without having to talk about it every five minutes” Luke agreed. Calum placed his arm around Michael’s shoulder “we got your back mate” he said. Michael half smiled “thanks guys” he said before turning his attention to the interviewer “so yeah our tours going to be awesome, were going to rock out” Michael said quickly changing the subject.