but i just can't look at his face anymore


SNUPER(스누퍼) 4th Mini Album ‘I Wanna?’ DOUBLE IMAGE


“’Got the balloons, think you can keep Sam in the dark a little longer?’ What the hell does that mean?” Sam asked, scrolling through Dean’s texts. Dean grabbed his phone back, shaking his head.

“For a smart guy, you really are an idiot, Sammy,” he grinned, tapping out a reply. Sam clenched his jaw, staring his brother down.

“What’s going on with you and Y/N?”

“Nothing!” Dean laughed. “She’s trying to plan a surprise birthday party for you and she’s going to kill us both when she finds out you know now. Why the hell do you think I’ve been dragging you with me everywhere and keeping you away from the bunker so much? She’s doing everything.” Sam’s face softened and he sat back, looking contrite. 

“She’s planning a party for me?” he asked. Dean’s phone chirped and lit up on the table and he looked to it, laughing softly to himself.

“I told her you were an idiot. Just in case she hadn’t figured it out yet,” Dean explained, looking at his phone still.

“What did she say?” Sam asked hesitantly.

“She said she knows. And then she tacked on one of those heart-eyes smiley faces. Girl’s a little crazy about her emoticons, Sam, I’m just saying,” Dean said, shaking his head, but Sam was smiling now, not listening anymore.

@mimimojo said: “So I saw a Victor body pillow on Facebook and was wondering if you could write a fic where Yuuri has one and hides it with all his other Victor fan stuff under his bed or something and Victor finds it”

He’d just been looking for a bedsheet.

“Ack! Victor! No!

Victor blinked, wondering why Yuuri would sound so panicked over bedding (clean bedding, even), and then he tugged the pillow free.

And found himself face-to-face with… himself.

The body pillow was obviously of high quality, if somewhat dubious in origin, with Victor lounging luxuriously on the cover, bedroom eyes aimed at the holder.

Victor was impressed.

Yuuri was…

Victor didn’t turn his head, but he was fairly certain Yuuri had lost all color.

“Amazing. They even got my eyes right,” he complimented, undecided as to whether to laugh or not.

A body pillow. Of him. Victor wasn’t exactly surprised it existed, but to find one here while looking for a bedsheet of all things…

Yuuri made a noise like a dying animal. A very small, very cute animal, but a dying one all the same.

“Ah,” said Yuuri’s sister, poking her head into the room. “I forgot you had that thing.”

Hhrrghk,” said Yuuri.

“You and Yuuko saved up for ages for it, remember—” She caught sight of Victor and covered her mouth. “Ah. Never mind.”


Flattery. Flattered was the correct response, Victor decided, to having his image worked for by not only Yuuri’s very cute friend, but Yuuri himself.

Yuuri seemed to unfreeze, bodily shoving his sister out the door and slamming it behind her.

This, incidentally, shut him in with Victor.

Victor swore he could sense the moment this occurred to him.

Taking pity and more than a little amused, Victor spoke.

“Well, it certainly looks comfortable.” Then, because he really just couldn’t resist, he added, “Not as comfortable as me, though, I assure you.”

(Now, if only he could convince Yuuri to test that out…)

Victor,” said Yuuri, in a tone that suggested he was going to make any witnesses of this incident disappear, himself included.

Victor glanced over and pulled his most innocent face. “Are you doubting me? I can prove it, you know.”


Yuuri was adorably red.

“Are you sure?” Victor wheedled, utterly charmed.

Yes,” hissed Yuuri, and Victor watched the color climb up to his ears.

It was possible that Victor was having too much fun with this.

Only possible.

“Then I’ll have to prove it to myself,” Victor decided, regarding the pillow with something not unlike rivalry.

“Prove…?” Yuuri echoed dumbly, looking between the two Victors while the color in his face rose higher and higher.

“Of course! Which Victor is more comfortable — it’s a battle.”

Then Victor grinned over his shoulder. “And you can judge!”

Yuuri’s glasses slid down his nose.

imagine going to the drive-in with your friend. the two of you are talking to the gang, but dally is just standing in the back, not saying a whole lot. you and him had history, and he was definitely the one who got away. you catch him looking at you a lot, though. you break out of the group for a split second to go get some popcorn for the movie, and dally pops in line behind you. "What, you forget how to talk?" you smile at him, and his face turns bright red. "i just didn't have nothin' to say, that's all!" he says back, and you can't help but laugh a little bit. "You got anything to say now?" you ask. "i... well, i mean..." he stutters, unable to talk. "wow, looks like the king of cool isn't so cool anymore," you grin. "it's impossible to be cool around you. you're the most beautiful girl i've ever seen in my life," he finally spits out. "you leave me speechless... in a good way." now, you don't know what to say. he sighs, and looks at the ground. "i'm sorry, i just shouldn't have said anything," dally says, a bit embarrassed, and turns around. before he can, you grab his arm. "you make me speechless, too, dally." "in a good way?" he asks hopefully. "in the best way humanly possible," you smile back.
Bar (Butlers Headcanon)
  • Alberto: Aware. He's aware of everything around him, to the point where he can almost predict exactly everything that's going to happen. Especially the fact that he's going to have to carry you home tonight. You push another shot of vodka down your throat, pursing your lips at the taste. "Take it easy, what are you trying to forget anyway?"
  • Claude: Kind. He's surprisingly kind, underneath his cold exterior. He holds your hand underneath the table as everyone else bustles out in laughter. You didn't think he would notice, you had hoped no one would notice you were still on your first drink. You didn't quite know why, but you just couldn't seem to stand the taste. "You don't have to drink if you don't want to, I would never think less of you."
  • Jan: Honest. He isn't able to shut up for some reason. It's funny to a degree, until he starts being blatantly honest about you. "I love it when you wear those god damn heals, I swear it makes me want to shove you against the wall and make you call out my name until you can't talk anymore."
  • Louis: Warm. He doesn't say much as you both take sips of your drinks. He's drinking bourbon and your sipping on brandy. Your elbow pressed against his as a smile blooms on his face. The heat radiating from his skin to your own. "Maybe it's time we quit drinking and go home miss."
  • Luke: Drunk. He's slurring and you have to steady him as you help him leave the bar and get into the car. His hand is at you waist but it ever so gently slides down until it's cups your butt. You slap his hand away and all your receive is a shy shrug. "I can't help it, you just look so good in that dress."
  • Yu: Protective. You can't walk straight anymore. Even you're aware of the fact that you drank too much. He has a tender expression on his face as he helps you up and then proceeds to give you a piggyback ride to the car. "Well this certainly takes me back."
  • Zain: Controlled. He's downed at least four full glasses of alcohal, while you're still on your first. He doesn't seem the slightest bit drunk either. It goes on like this for another hour, and at that he's only slightly tipsy. "I think I should stop now, if I drink anymore I won't be able to take care of you."
  • -SKY
My conversation about Naruto the Last.
  • My younger brother has been a huuuge Naruto fan in the past, rn he is just following anime. I decided to tell him about the Last. He was ShikaTema shipper only.
  • Me: You know...I gotta tell you what happened in the Last..
  • Brother: Ok, tell me, I have heard it is really bad, c'mon, Naruto just can't be bad..Tell me. *grins*
  • Me: Okey. Naruto is with Hinata.
  • Brother: Okay...
  • Me: They have children..
  • Brother: Okay...
  • Me: Sasuke didn't appear at their wedding plus Naruto is not in love with Sakura anymore, actually, he has never been.
  • Brother: Ahm....Ok. I think I read it wrong.
  • Me: And the most important thing.. Naruto has never been alone. He has been friends with Hinata for years and she was the first one who acknowledged him. She was his best childchood friend. They used to spend loads of time together.
  • Brother: *looking into my eyes with poker face*
  • Me: *looking into his eyes with poker face*

His cuteness should be illegal! ^.~ 

EXO Reaction: when someone from a far can't take their eyes off his girlfriend.

Baekhyun: “Can he be anymore obvious?" 

Chanyeol: "Yah! You! Are you looking at my girl?!”

Chen: *locks eyes with the guy*

DO: *look all you want. She is coming home with me tonight*

Kai: *towards girlfriend* “Hey I’ll be right back. No it’s fine. I just need to take care of something.”

Kris: “Yup she is mine not yours. I have the best looking girl!”

Lay: “I don’t see what he is trying to look at. There is nothing wrong with your face or your outfit. Why is he staring?”

Luhan: *can’t stop glaring back at him*

Sehun: *thinks the guy is staring at him*

Suho: *doesn’t want to ruin your day but is getting angry with the man staring you down*

Tao: *points him out to security to get him kicked out*

Xiumin: *tries to get the guy feeling uncomfortable*

-Admin M3

  • Luke: "Babe, are you ready?", you heard Luke's voice on the other side of your bedroom door. In response, you huffed loudly, throwing yourself on your bed. "Can I come in?", he asked. Not even waiting for your 'no', Luke opened the door, stepping into your room. "Well, this is quite a sight to see," he smirked. "Get out, Luke," you said sadly, covering your half naked body with a sheet. "Oh, c'mon (Y/N). I've seen you wearing less than just underwear," he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch your knee. "Really, I'm not in a good mood, Luke," you tried again, reaching away from his touch. "What happened?", he asked. "Nothing looks good on me. My body is disgusting," you sighed, burying your face on a pillow. "Woah," he said, "That's absolutely not true." "Yes it is," you argued, "I'm not a model, my clothes just look bad on me." "Well, I disagree with that," Luke stood up, walking to your wardrobe, "In fact, I think this dress suits you like nothing else." He held your favorite dress, the one he had give you for your birthday, throwing it over your body on the bed. "It makes me look fat," you mumbled. "No it doesn't," he took your hand and the dress, putting it into your own hand, "It makes you look beautiful, just like you are." You gave up, sliding the dress into your body. "Zip it up?", you asked him, standing in front of a mirror. Slowly, he zipped your dress, starting to kiss you from your back to your neck. "You're beautiful," he whispered in your ear, chin on your shoulder and eyes on your reflection on the mirror, "Never forget that."
  • Ashton: "You know what? We're not going out anymore," you angrily said, putting all of your make up back on it's bag. "What? Why?", Ashton asked, walking into the bathroom. "'Cause I'm too tired for that," you lied. "(Y/N), just a second ago you told me how you weren't tired at all, what's gotten into you?". "Nothing, I just don't want to go out anymore," you lied again. "(Y/N)," he sternly said, like a father does do his child. "What?", you faked confusion. "Why don't you want to go out anymore?", he sighed, walking closer to you. "'Cause my skin looks terrible," you sighed, "And not even make up is covering it." For a moment, Ashton was quiet, just looking at your face. Suddenly, his quietness broke down into a fit of laughter. "What's so funny?!", you scoffed. "You can't seriously be telling me you don't want to go out because you think your skin doesn't look good," he said in between laughs. "Well, I am," you walked past him out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. "C'mon, babe," he followed you, "Your skin doesn't look bad. I don't know where all of this is coming from." "My skin doesn't look bad," you agreed, "It looks terrible." "No it doesn't, (Y/N)," he sat next to you on the bed, "I don't know why you think that." "'Cause I own a mirror," you angrily said. "Babe," he took your face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks, "I think your skin looks perfect; I think you look perfect. Fuck it, I don't even think you should be putting make up on in the first place." "Stop it, Ashton," you blushed, avoiding his gaze. "No, really," he forced you to look at him, "You're going to get dressed, and we're going to go out because your skin doesn't look bad at all. It looks beautiful and I'm not going to let your insecurities get in the way of your happiness."
  • Michael: "Michael," you mumbled, playing with your fingers like a child. "Yeah, babe?", he asked. "Do you think I don't have a personality?", you said in a whisper. "What?", he asked, leaning his ear closer to you so he could hear you better. "Do you think I don't have a personality?", you said a little louder this time. "Why would you say something like that?", he asked dumbfounded. "Because, I don't know, some people say I don't have a personality and that I hide behind you," you kept your voice low. "Babe, come here," he pat the spot next to him on the couch. You walked swiftly, sitting down next to him carefully. Michael wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Now, who exactly said that to you?", he asked. "Just some people," you shrugged. "(Y/N), have you been getting hate again?", he asked you sternly. Your silence only confirmed Michael thoughts. "(Y/N), what had we talked about this?". "If I ever got hate again I was supposed to tell you immediately," you bit your lip, "But that's what I'm doing!", you added. "No, you were supposed to tell me the moment it began to happen again and, by the way you sound, it's not now that it has begun," he played with your hair. "I'm sorry," you whispered. "I don't understand why you can't see how perfect you are to me," he said, "In fact, I sometimes think I'm the one hiding behind you. Your personality is so unique that it outshines other people many times." He kissed your cheek, turning your head so you were facing him. "Of course you're shy when in front of the cameras, but that's 'cause yo like to keep your image private - and that's absolutely okay. It's one of the reasons why I love you. Don't ever let what they say get to you, okay?". "I guess," you murmured. "Good," he said, "'Cause I don't want to ever again see my beautiful girlfriend sad."
  • Calum: Being Calum Hood's girlfriend had many benefits, and one of them was that he always wanted to make you laugh. And, well, it was cute and all, except for the fact that you hated your laugh. You could not stand it. "Is everything okay, (Y/N)?", he asked. "Yeah, why wouldn't it be?", you replied, smiling at him. "It's just that you haven't laughed at any of my jokes," he mumbled sadly. "Oh," you said, "It's not that they weren't funny," you began to explain. "Yeah, right. The boys warned me I wasn't funny," he shrugged. "No, it's not that, Cal," you said, "You're funny - hilarious, in fact -. It's just that, I don't really like my laugh." "What?", Calum asked. "I don't like my laugh," you said, shyer now. "Why?", he got confused. "'Cause it's annoying," you mumbled. "No it's not," Calum argued. "Yes it is," you replied, "And I look ugly when I laugh." "You've got to be kidding me," Calum smirked and you shook your head. "(Y/N), your laugh is one of the nicest laughs I've ever heard," he said, "And you look the cutest when you're laughing." "No I don't, I look weird," you whined. "No, you look happy and it's adorable," he stated. "Calum, really, you're never going to convince me of that. It's an insecurity I have for years," you sighed. For a moment, Calum didn't say anything. Oh, but he did something. His long fingers made their way up your body, going under your shirt and started tickling your stomach. "Calum, no!", you tried to say, "Stop it." "No," he replied, sitting up on the couch. You squirmed underneath him, your laughter filling the room. In the end, Calum end up sat on your stomach, both of you out of breath. "You're beautiful," he mumbled, leaning down to kiss you, "When you laugh, when you cry, when you're sad, when you smile..."
How i read Tg:Re 55 👌😭
  • Me: *Puts Unravel Acoustic version on and begins to read*
  • Shirazu asks for Sassan while dying but Sasaki is gone, Urie and Saiko assuring him that he's going to be fine.
  • Me: *Gets teary*
  • Shirazu gradually losing his Hearing and Eyesight and saying 'I'm scared, someone hold my hand please..?' While thinking he's all alone.
  • Me: *Tears roll down cheeks and makes constipated looking face*
  • Urie becomes willing to give all the credit to Shirazu just as long he doesn't die.
  • Me: *Face gets more distorted, a waterfall of tears rush out down to my neck while i make little sobbing whale noises*
  • Shirazu doesn't respond anymore and Urie and Saiko screams in so much grief and pain.
  • Me: *Immediately throws iPad away from me and cries even harder than ever before* Oh my gosh! I...can't! Shirazu what the frikken hell ughhhh!! noooo!!! Huhuhuuuu!!!!
  • Matsuri being an arsehole to Urie for rejecting his arse.
  • Me: Matsuri you're a faggot please impale yourself in the ass with Kaneki and Eto's Kagune! *Aggressively wipes tears away*
  • Kaneki Savage mode.
  • Me: *Immediately puts on Unravel Rock Version* AWWWWWW MUTHAFRIKN YEEEHHHHHHHHHH!!!
  • Kaneki turns into Angry Nicki Minaj and calls Eto a Miley Cyrus.

Most of the time I’m too shy and embarrassed to post my drawings but today I just felt like posting something.

He was supposed to be holding those funky keyblade guns but I don’t like to challenge myself so now he’s holding air, with his wrong sized fist D:.

Somewhere I once saw video of the interview where Jack Antonoff accidentally outed Tay by saying how he really likes working with gay women, after being asked about working with Taylor on 1989, and the presenter actually asked ‘is she gay?’ or something like that, and Jack had the 'oh shit’ look in his face and had to backtrack. Did I hallucinate that? Or did Tree shove it back into the vault so deep even the internet doesn’t have it anymore?


((I can’t stop picturing male notepad as being a sassy stylist for some indie clothing label you’ve never heard of, but in reality his designs suck anyways.))

oh yeah there’s captions on the pictures, there always is.

you know i’ve been thinking and in those horrifying bilbo-dies-aus thorin at least still has a portrait of bilbo, so in that scenario he’ll never forget how bilbo looked like

anonymous asked:

Uhhm since the ask is open can I request Kuroo comforting his s.o. who's having family problems? Like she can't stand being around her family anymore that's how bad it is and she breaks down crying in front of him. Thanks.

His S.O. stood in front of him, tears silently streaming down their face. They looked exhausted, worn out from their previous sobbing and long rants. 

“…I’m sorry you had to hear all that. it’s just…”

“No, no it’s fine.” Kuroo pulled them into a gentle hug, hoping that he could bear some of their burden with them, or just do anything to make them feel better.

“…I can’t take anymore of it.” Buried in his chest, they sounded so defeated; it hurt to see the person he loved in pain.

“You’ll always be welcome in my house. Come over whenever you need to.” He could feel them nod slightly. “Me, Kenma, Yaku…. All of Nekoma will be your new family. Don’t ever be afraid or sorry to come to us for help because that’s what we’re here for.”

“…Thank you.”  A moment of quiet passed over the two.

“…If we’re going to be a family, I’m going to be the dad. Kenma’s our child-of-the-modern-age, Yaku’s the nagging auntie, Taketora’s the idiot uncle…”

“Pfff…” He heard them softly laugh from inside his embrace. Just as planned!

“ Nobuyuki’s the normal uncle, Lev’s the weird cousin, Fukunaga’s… the weirder cousin, and hey Inuoka and Shibayama can be our kids too! One big happy family!”

“What about me?”

“Well, you’re my partner of course. By the way, we’re going to own at least 2 cats, non-negotiable.”

“So we’re going to have at least 5 children?”

“You betcha.” They laughed a little harder this time; he could feel them shaking against his chest as they chuckled.

“…Kuroo, thank you for listening to me and cheering me up.”

“No probs. It’s my job as your dear husband.” Letting go of them momentarily, he cupped their face between his hands and gave them a big kiss on their forehead. “We’ll all cherish you, I promise.”

“I know you will.”

a stupid little kidlaw story

Eustass Kid glanced over at the bored, dark headed male beside him, feeling slightly annoyed.

“At least have the decency to look happy to be on this date, you fucker,” Kid snapped, feeling frustrated. All he wanted was for his date to have a good time, though it looked like he’s done a bad job this time.

And every other time apparently, because Law knew no other expression than the “I can’t believe I’m here right now” expression. And that annoyed Kid to no end.

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5sos Preference: You are with him when he hears She Looks So Perfect on the radio for the first time!
  • Calum: "Higher Cal, higher!" you shout down to your boyfriend who has graciously agreed to push you on the swings at the park down the street from your house. "Ok Miss Bossy" he mumbles and sticks his tongue out at you when you glare back at him "Only joking princess" he teases catching the swing and running back to give you an extra huge push. "Woooo!" You shout tilting your head back as you glide through the air. He runs around to the front and stops the swing as it begins to slow down. He hangs over you by the strings and gently reaches down to smooth your hair behind your ear "I like seeing you smile (Y/N), and I love when this happens to you" he smiles, grazing his fingertips across your blushing cheeks. "Well Cal I just, I love you, every single part of you…and that was really cheesy, but screw it, I like cheesy" You say trying to hold in your laughter as you tug Calum down by the shirt and press your lips to his. "That was pretty bad (Y/N) even for you.." he mutters against your lips. "Hey" you tease lightly slapping his arm "Kidding, kidding!" he yells ducking out of the way of your swinging arms "My baby is feisty" he jokes wiggling his eye brows at you, you are about to respond when his phone begins to ring, "It's Luke, one sec?" "Of course babe" you say and he answers the call. "Wait, wait, wait a minute slow down, what?…you serious? No way! Shit we're gonna miss it! Hey bro gotta go, but augghh so pumped!!" He hangs up the phone and looks over at you with wide eyes. "She Looks so Perfect is playing on the radio for the first time as we speak" he squeals with excitement "WHAT? NO WAY!" you shout "Well we need to get the hell home then!" you yell. The two of you take off running as fast as you can back to your house and charge up the stairs to your room. You dive across the bed and reach for the stereo with shaking hands. Finally, you hear it, just in time to listen to Calum sing his verse. You turn to look at him and find him standing there in shock listening to his own voice play on the radio. He doesn't really move a muscle until the final chords come through the speakers, and you don't try and make him, you just let him have his moment. When the song ends he collapses onto your bed and buries his face in his hands "Cal…honey, you ok?" you whisper crawling up behind him on the bed and rubbing his back softly. When he looks up, its clear that he was crying "Happy tears?" you ask quietly. "Yeah…crazy happy, I cant believe I could ever have gotten this lucky, my dreams are coming true tears" he says wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "Well Calum Thomas Hood believe it because you deserve every single wonderful that has happened to you and it's clear that you have many, many more wonderful things to come." You reach up and ruffle his hair "God I'm so proud of you" you say now crying a bit yourself "Fuck, what is happening to me right now" Calum says turning around and pulling you into his lap. He wraps his arms tightly around your stomach and buries his face in your chest. He remains there for several minutes, sniffling quietly and taking it all in while you gently run your fingers through his hair and tell him over and over again how proud of him you are. "What the hell, this is the most embarrassing way to react to something like this ever…" he groans. "Hey, hey, hey this is not embarrassing, it's actually one of the sweetest things I have ever seen, you have no idea how much I love you right now Calum" "Really…?" he asks looking up at you "Hell yes" you say. He sits up and looks at you "Babe, yano how the song is called she looks so perfect? Well she" he points to you "Looks so perfect" he finally smiles "Who's the cheesy one now?" he jokes tackling you to the bed and sloppily kissing you all over your face. You squirm and shout and carry on until he stops and hovers for a moment his soft lips directly above yours "I mean it though, (y/n) you're the perfect girl for me" he whispers so close to that it sends shivers through your entire body. He continues to torture you leaving his lips just close enough to drive you crazy, until you can't take it anymore. You curl your arms behind his neck and pull him down so you can passionately press your lips to his. He immediately gives in dropping down to press his body onto yours as he urgently moves his lips against yours. He whimpers quietly into your mouth as you run your fingers roughly through his hair. "Fuck (y/n), this…this is the perfect day" he groans, you just smirk mischievously "It's about to get even better" you say as you begin to slip of your shirt.
  • Michael: "…HEY, HEY HEY. HEY, HEY HEY…." with a sudden jolt you jump up from the couch as a familiar tune start to play from the stereo across the living room. "WHAT!?! MIKEY GET DOWN HERE! DO YOU HEAR THIS??!?!" You shout as you charge over to the stereo and turn the sound up so high the bass drum begins to shake the windows. "DON'T MOVE HONEY" you shout/ sing along with Luke while stumbling up the stairs two at a time. You leap up to the final step and burst into your boyfriend's bedroom. "MICH-…babe seriously" you say as you spot him still sound asleep under the covers with a pillow over his head, only Michael could sleep through something this exciting you think to yourself with a giggle. Considering this is a monumental moment in Michael's life, you don't feel too guilty when you jump onto the bed and rip the covers off of him. He groans immediately and tries to pull them back over his face "no, no, not this time Mr. you don't wanna miss this" you say plopping down onto his back and pulling his arm away from his face. He groans, but it does get him to open his eyes and peak up at you. "Michael, listen carefully, do you hear what is playing?" He looks at you warily, but sits up to listen. There's a second of silence before "HOLY FUCK, THAT'S, THAT'S US, THAT'S ME!" he shouts suddenly wide awake. "well come on then it's almost over let's get down there and dance our asses off!" you say jumping up and dragging a very shocked Michael down the stairs after you. He grabs your hands and the two of you spend the final chorus dancing like maniac's. "AND I KNOW NOW THAT I'M SO DOWN!" the final words blast through the speakers as Michael slides his arms around your waist and sloppily kisses your neck just next to your collar bone. "Holy shit" he mumbles against your shoulder. "Annnnndd that was a new one, She Looks So Perfect by the up and coming band 5 seconds of summer, what a tune, what a tune!" the announcer finishes. "That's us!" Michael shouts and his smile is so full of pride and excitement that you can't help the tear that slips down your cheek. "Wait what, babe why the tears?" he says worriedly stepping closer, "No, no happy tears Michael, I just, I'm so proud of you for everything you have accomplished and that was your song on the radio and I just can't believe how far you have come. Just, wow Michael" As the words spill out faster and faster you mentally kick yourself for ruining Michael's big moment with your emotions. "Aww c'mere baby" He says opening his arms for you. You burry your face in his chest and he wraps his arms tightly around you. "I love you for caring this much, it really does mean the world to me, there is no one on this earth who I would rather have spent this moment with then you." He mumbles against your hair. "I'm so proud of you Michael" you say standing up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "Aw stop your making me blush" he teases. After a few more minutes of hugging, he leads you over to the sofa "I wish I hadn't slept through the beginning, but oh well, thank god you were around to wake me huh?" he says elbowing you in the ribs. "Well…we could always call back and request that they play it again" you smirk pulling out your cell phone and dialing the radio station.
  • Ashton: "Babe come on hurry!!" you hear your boyfriend shout energetically from the basement. "be there in a sec Ash!" you yell down the stairs. He groans "it's coming on in exactly 2 minutes, you're gonna miss it I can't feel it…" he says nervously "Ok , ok I'm here, I'm here" you say as you jog down the stairs and plop down onto the couch next to him. You can't help but smile from ear to ear at the sight of him nervously anticipating this exciting new aspect of life as the member of a famous band. You still can't get over how much has happened in the past year, the boys have accomplished so much and you have been right there along with them through it all. Sometimes as their biggest fan sitting front and center cheering them on, or occasionally as a late night reassurance phone call for Ashton when being alone on tour got just too hard. It's been a long road, but the happiness it bring's Ashton makes it completely worth it. With all that in mind, you're heart swells with pride as you watch your boyfriend sitting on the edge of his seat, absently shaking his knee to the beat of "royals" as he stares at the clocks visibly counting down the seconds until She Looks So Perfect will makes it's debut appearance on the radio. "20 seconds!" he shouts, turning to flash that classic Ashton smile at you that you love more than anything. "10! count with me (Y/N)!" the two of you jump out of your seats and shout at the top of your lungs "10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1!!" theres a silence, neither of you move until the announcer begins to speak "Alrighty, next up we have the new single from our very own 5 seconds of summer! Great song boys, you've made us proud! Here it is, She Looks So perfect!" there's a pause and then the familiar guitar chords begin to play. "HEY, HEY HEY!" the two of you shout jumping around the room singing along. During Luke's verse you dive onto the couch and use the TV remote as a microphone "IF YOU DONT SWIM YOU'LL DROWN!" Ashton then jumps up to join you "SO DON'T MOVE, HONEY" You begin to air guitar as Ashton air drums "Augh Ash, that drumming, that's you! My baby is playing drums on the radio!" you shout jumping on his back and kissing him sloppily on the cheek. "Holy shit you're right, that's me!" he shouts over the music with wide eyes. The final chords ring through and Ashton steps back staring at you in shock "Well then what the hell (Y/N), my band was on the radio, we did it!" his smile shines brighter than ever and you have no doubt that you are smiling just as bright. "Wow I can't believe this, we need to keek this, I need to thank everyone, is that ok?" he asks, "More than ok, let's do it babe" you say grabbing his phone from the table and handing it to him. "Hey guys! So I don't know if any of you heard but THEY JUST PLAYED SHE LOOKS SO PERFECT ON THE RADIO! I must say it was a pretty crazy time for us over here in the Irwin household, I've got my girl here (Y/N) who was air guttering like a pro, say hi babe" he says turning the camera on you "hey guys! So proud of the boys, they deserve all of the success in the world don't you think?" you say "Ohh come on you're making me blush" Ashton groans, walking closer to you and putting his arm around your shoulders "She is too nice to me guys I don't know what to do" he says kissing you on the cheek "Too nice? really then, so you would rather have me be mean?" you say jokingly shrugging his arm off of your shoulder "Nooo, I like when you're nice" he says pulling you back over to him "Augh 5 seconds, ok I love you all thanks for supporting us!! bye! Say Bye (Y/N)" you wave just as the keek finishes. "Nice, thanks (y/n), this was just too monumental not to keek it" he says fiddling with his phone to post the video. "No problem" you say kissing his cheek. he looks up from his phone at that and smiles "(y/n)? Did you mean that, you really are proud of me?" he asks quietly. You're eyes get wide "Ashton are you kidding? I am so proud of you words can't even begin to describe it. You have accomplished so many of your dreams and I know it can only get better from here and I just can't wait to see what the future will bring. Not to mention the fact that you are one of the nicest guys I know, the most talented drummer I have ever seen and the best boyfriend a girl could ask for, so yeah saying i'm proud is a bit of an understatement" You say hoping that the sincerity of your words carries out through your voice. "God how did I get so lucky to find you, that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me, aw come here lovely" he says moving forward to squeeze you into a tight hug. "I'm most definitely the luckiest guy on earth" he mutters into your hair.
  • Luke: You were just about to boredom-check twitter for the 9th time in the past 15 minutes when the "Lukey <3" contact pops up on your phone screen. "Hey Luke" you answer "Hey lovely what are you up to?" he asks brightly. You bite your lip at the sound his deep voice through the speakers "Not much actually, it's a bit of a boring day at home I'm afraid" you reply. "Hmm wellll, I'm sort of on your front porch and I was wondering if I could come in for a bit, but I understand if you're too busy I should've called first…" he trails off shyly. You are already running down the stairs as you reply "Are you kidding me? Seeing you're number pop up on the screen made me happier then I have been all day!" you heave open the front door and suddenly your breath catches in your throat. Luke is leaning against the wall, wearing a tight black t-shirt and his famous skinny, skinny jeans, and he looks…well breathtaking. The beauty of this boy never ceases to catch you off guard, maybe it's in the way his t-shirt clings to his broad shoulders or the styling of his hair that is just messy enough to make you desperately want to run your fingers through it. Everything about Luke takes your breath away, his bright smile, that fucking lip ring that never fails to instantly turn you on and most importantly those bright blue eyes that have the capability of drawing you into them with no hope of finding your way out. "Hi…hi…" you say slowly lowering your phone from your cheek. "Hey there beautiful" he says flashing a smile and stepping forward to greet you with a kiss. He is about to lean in, but stops himself "Hey (Y/N) you ok? You seem a little…" he trails off, his eyes studying your face carefully "What?" you say snapping yourself out of it "yeah just…well you, you're kind of gorgeous yano that right?" you blush distracting your gaze by staring down at your toes. He chuckles "Me? Nahh, you're the gorgeous one" his fingers raise to gently lift your chin and finally, his lips press against yours, lightly at first as if he is expressing all of his feelings for you in the tenderness of a single kiss, but that's not enough for you right now, you step forward and encircle his neck with your arms, you begin to kiss him with much more intensity and before long he returns it with a gruff passion of his own. His tongue darts across your lips quickly, and his hands begin to fall lower and lower down your back as he urges you to jump up and wrap your legs tightly around his waist. you continue to desperately run your fingers through his already tousled hair. He slowly moves back and presses your back against the bricks of your porch never breaking contact with your lips "Fuck…" he groans against your mouth "We're on your porch, we should uh…go in" without putting you down he opens the door and carries you up to your bedroom. He walks over to your bed and sinks down onto it. You stare at each other for a moment and then it's the tangle of limbs and lips against lips and the quiet sound of moans slipped unconsciously from both of you. In a rush Luke sits up and pulls his shirt over his head, yet again your breath catches in your throat "This never get's old" you mutter as you run your fingers across his chest. You lean up and pull your shirt off as Luke stares in awe "God you're beautiful" he mutters as he leans down to connect his lips with yours once again. Minutes go by of the radio playing faintly in the background and Luke driving you crazy with his the feeling of his lips and his warm touch against your skin until you can't take it anymore you reach down and begin to unbutton his jeans when suddenly something else grabs your attention. "simmer down simmer down…" Luke obviously doesn't notice because he continues to kiss along your collarbone and up your neck leaving what is surely several hickeys behind in his place. Though it's insanely distracting, you strain your ears to be sure you heard right, "She looks so perfect standing there in her american apparel under ware!" you definitely heard right "Luke, listen!" you say trying to contain your excitement, he stops for a second to listen and suddenly sit's up straight "Holy hell babe, that's us! On the radio! I have to turn it up" He runs over to the radio and raises the volume until it's blasting. He throws himself back onto the bed and the two of you scream the lyrics at the top of your lungs and air guitar throughout the entire thing. As it comes to an end Luke rolls off and turns the volume down "Well then, wasn't expecting that" he says crawling back over to you "Can you believe they actually played us, my band, 5 seconds of summer on the radio?" He says shaking his head "Well actually I can, you deserve this Luke, all of it" You looking at him sincerely. "Thanks babe…so uh, that was a rush, but it doesn't mean I forgot what was happening before" he teases rolling the two of you over so he is once again hovering on top of you. "Now, where were we?" he smirks wiggling his eye brows at you.
  • ***: Sorry these are so long I sorta got carried away, but I hope you like this! Augghh just this fricking band, I can't anymore. I'm going through a crisis because I can't decide which girl I am…so I have decided I am simply a luke/calum/michael/ashton girl. That's all there is too it.