but it doesn't look right with only four and i'm just done with this thing

Hogwarts Headcannons
  • Give me Dean, muggleborn that he is, imitating Steve Irwin in Care of Magical Creatures class, much to everyone's confusion except for Harry and Hermione who are. On the ground. Unable to breathe. And refusing to explain why.
  • Give me Harry, demisexual that he is, realizing that the reason he can't stop obsessing over Draco is because Draco is the one who saw - and subsequently disliked - 'Harry', and not The Boy Who Lived. Realizing that Draco was the only one to first talk to him for HIM, in that robe shop, and not his parents or fame (because even Ron and Hermione did that at first). And thus, leading to him randomly starting crying in the middle of lunch and claiming he's doomed, much to everyone's fear.
  • Give me Seamus, pyro that he is, super happy one Christmas when Hermione buys him a book on fire caution, flammable materials, and elements such as magnesium. Thus afterward, the mysterious fires that have always happened are far more safe and controlled.
  • Give me Luna, wonderful airhead that she is, being stared at as, calm as anything, she waltzes right into the Slytherin common room and starts talking to the mermaids like its absolutely normal. A first year drops a book he's staring so hard, because HOW DID SHE KNOW THE PASSWORD. Draco just sighs, gets up, goes over to her, and offers her tea.
  • Give me Draco. Who looks on as Neville offers Harry rhubarb pie that he made himself, as Harry stares forlornly at his Treacle Tart, and makes and annoyed sound. "Dammit Longbottom he hates bittersweets." The Slytherins stare and Pansy just mutters "How do you even know these things. Merlin, help him realize."
  • Give me Parvati, who is being constantly mistaken for her sister by Ron, who panics and screams "IM A LESBIAN" when it gets to be too much.
  • Give me Ron, who stares wide-eyes from a distance whenever he sees Padma from that moment on for a full week, until Padma flips out too and hexes him. Parvati awkwardly wonders why Ron starts getting scared whenever she tries to approach from then on, since she knows Ron doesn't have problems due to that sort of thing from how he handles Harry.
  • Give me the thirty or so of the school's Muggle-raised, who made the mistake of showing their folks howlers, and react accordingly whenever one of the families sends one that is just a recording of Rick Astley, or High School Musical, or spoilers for Doctor Who. And the Wizard-raised just... staring... in fear... watching their savior and multiple other students as they run around screaming and crying in an absolute panic for some reason even though it was a different student that got the weird howler.
  • Give me Harry, whose hair surprises people by being dark red like his mother's when in direct sunlight. And usually at the Weasley den they're inside, but one day Harry joins them outside for a picnic, and Molly is so confused about where Harry went to then has do do a mental tally of her children.
  • Give me George, who in the midst of the final battle, hit Lucius with an Anaticula curse, so that every spell he tries makes a duck instead. And the Death Eaters are just so confused. "Lucius... is that a duck?"
  • Give me the Gryffindor common room. The new first years suggest Monopoly for game night. The entire room goes dead silent. One first year tries to ask what they did wrong. "Never mention that game again," is the only response they get. "But why-" "NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR. WE NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR." Their brave upperclassman Neville yells, trembling. Hermione starts crying. Harry goes into a panic attack. Ron whispers, "There are many reasons we don't talk about sixth year. If The Incident had been the only thing that happened, we would only not talk about The Incident. Many things happened that year. Thus, we do not speak of that year, or of that game."
  • Give me McGonagall, who struggles to control the cat population, because while students are told to have their cats fixed you know not all 100 students that brought cats did so. Her curling up around a litter that lost their mother to illness. Training them to stalk the corridors. Albus had his ways of getting information, and hers is the spy network of cats.
  • Give me muggleborns singing everything from Phantom of the Opera to Katy Perry in the corridors. Singing We Will Rock You to a pureblood who disses them for it. The purebloods thinking the weird songs and their tunes are some kind of Rite of Passage and fleeing whenever a muggleborn student starts singing. Altering song lyrics. "I throw my ferret in the air some-times, singin EEEEEEEYO, this is DRAAAAAACO!"
  • Give me muggleborns that are really confused about the whole quill instead of pens things, throwing transfigured pokeballs in Care of Magical Creatures, the band students bringing kazoos and harmonicas and the wizrd-raised students that are just so confused as to how those things even work, because it must be some sort of air magic, right??
  • Give me muggleborns making entire conversations out of pop culture references specifically to confuse some Slytherin who just called one girl a Mudblood. "These are not the droids you were looking for." "I'm right on top of that now Rose, I promise." -jazz hands-
  • Give me muggleborns with Patronus that are things like Pikachu, velociraptors, the quiet Canadian transfer student with a moose patronus the size of a SMALL HOUSE, the one whose is a angeled-out Castiel, the one whose patronus is the democrat donkey and another the republican elephant and the two, previously best friends, become mortal enemies rivaling the fame of Harry and Draco.
  • Give me muggleborns hugging each other before break, promising to 'call' each other, trading weird codes, how they can't wait to go for 'sushi' or planning that trip together to 'disneyland' where they can go flying?? But no one's allowed magic?? Or flying?? And the wizard-raised think that somehow, shockingly,<i> these children totally new to our world have developed a way to cheat the system?? Muggleborns are badasses!!</i>
  • Give me muggleborns who are fully aware that the anti-tech wards were made when, like, radios barely even existed, much less cellphone towers and microprocessors, so while they can't turn them on inside the stone school walls there's this group that Harry joins constantly that just sit there in silence staring at these tiny things and sometimes randomly laughing hysterically, and every now and then standing and just running all the way across to the other side of the lake all at the same time with no signal whatsoever. The purebloods are <i>terrified</i> of this frequent happening.
  • Give me Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Justin from the D.A, muggleborns they are, doing a movie night every week to help the D.A. relax and bond. They re-start this after the battles, during eighth year, with several other people such as the returned Slytherins joining in. The entire year they play things like Tangled, The Breakfast Club, Brave, Lion King. But then the last four weeks, they announce they don't want to mislead everyone that everything is all fun and rainbows. The last four movies are My Sister's Keeper, The Shining, Marley and Me, and for the last week, a marathon of the entire Jurassic Park series.
  • Give me Hufflepuffs, who secretly are very relieved to be the 'normal' House. Jocks over there, know-it-alls over there, goth wannabees over there, now lets go camp out by the kitchens we're gonna need it to survive the next seven years like this.
  • Give me Ravenclaws who are so done with the riddles when they stumble back at midnight after having fallen asleep in the Library. "What's the truth?" "THE TRUTH IS THAT I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN."
  • Give me the Trio, who use the Marauder's Map to find the most absolutely ridiculous routes to class, knowing every single one of the shortcuts. It's not odd for them to simply appear out of the ceiling. One day the new first years try to follow them, to learn the school better, but it doesn't go so well because then they try to go through a disappearing wall the Trio just did they instead run headfirst into it, and the next time they do behind a tapestry, down a waterside, around some sort of tower, causally past an entire doorless room full of bats, and somehow come out on the complete other side of the castle.
  • Give me Draco whose just completely had it with Harry's staring and confronts him, like they always do, and Harry just blurts out that he likes Draco's new haircut and can he touch his hair, and Draco so shocked he lets him. "Potter stop treating me like a cat I'm evil remember? Bloody hell have you gone daft?!" "But... it's soft..." "I hate you." But he just can't find any anger over this, so there's like no venom whatsoever in it and Harry can't stop giggling.
  • Give me Ginny, who can't stop giggling as Luna confuses the fuck out of an entire crowd with her way of speaking, and who during seventh year could 100% get away with insulting the Death Eaters because of the way she said things. Who after Luna used said tactic to get her out of a Crucio punishment just clung to Luna, shaking, and realizing that she loves Luna so much for this very reason. That there will never be another person like Luna in her life, ever.
  • Give me Harry, who was not really well educated while living at the Dursleys, who couldn't read very well but was wonderful at sneaking around, little tricks like hiding things, and loved music. He taught himself magic tricks, and MERLIN ALMIGHTY THIS 11 YEAR OLD KID HAS MASTERED VANISHING SPELLS, WHAT, HOW, and Percy, uptight prefect he is, just looses it.
  • Give me Ron walking in on Harry talking to some random snake in their dorm room, laughing like the snake said a particularly good joke, tipping his head and smiling as he responds, the python slowly curling up his arm to rest over his shoulder. Ron freezes, stares, and then slowly backs away, closes the door and stands there staring at it for a full half hour in absolute horror.
  • Give me the rest of the D.A. walking into the Room of Requirement and hearing screaming, Dean shrieking that he's going to murder someone, Hermione crying, Justin cursing like a sailor yelling for everyone to stop, and the rest panic and run around the corner and there the four Muggle-raised students are. With some sort of odd device in their hands. Playing Mario Kart.
Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute

Part four of my Internet Friends Pliroy AU!  (This really needs a proper title…  Oh well, something will come to me eventually.)  Hope you guys like it!  As always, comments are welcomed and encouraged!!  <3

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

He woke up to a text at 9:04 a.m.


J.J. laughed around his groan.  How was he already awake?  They had a day off between the short program and the free skate, so why wasn’t he resting? His phone chimed again.

Yuratchka:  Shit, I hope I didn’t wake you up.  I had a weird dream, so I woke up kind of wired.
Yuratchka:  You were in it, actually.  Well, kind of.  I don’t know what you look like so your face was… blank, I guess?  That was weird.  You were taller than me in my dream, too.  I don’t know if that’s true or not.  How tall are you?

J.J. snickered.  He might as well get up.  He checked the time on his converter—1 a.m. in Montreal.  He could be awake.  He’d have to stop texting him for several hours after responding a few times…  He could keep up the ruse.  It would be fine.

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  • Ashton: His arms wrap tightly around you the second you walk into the room with tears in your eyes. It doesn't matter to him that you came in during a writing session with some of his heroes. Your his and you're upset. You bury your head in his chest and his arms wrap around you in an attempt to block out the rest of the world. He rests his chin on your forehead as you cry into his chest. He doesn't ask questions. He knows you just need him right now. "I've got you," he mumbles, somehow squeezing you tighter into his chest. Your hands fist into his t-shirt as you cry. Ashton drops a kiss to your hair before resting his chin on your head again, attempting to completely surround you with him. One of his hands starts to rub smooth circles on your back. He doesn't shush you or tell you it's all going to be okay. Right now you're upset and he lets you be upset. When you finally calm down enough to stop sobbing into his chest, he lifts his head and says, "You boys can finish this one without me today, okay? I've got somewhere else I need to be." That somewhere else is with you. He takes you back to his hotel and you tell him everything through more tears. That night, you fall asleep in his clothes, wrapped up in his arms. He never once tells you to pull yourself together. He's there for you, which is exactly what you need.
  • Calum: Interrupting rehearsal wasn't something you had never done before. When Calum sees you in the doorway of their rehearsal room, he immediately cuts the song short and puts down his bass. He comes over and takes your face in his large hands. He sees the tears stains down your cheeks and frowns. "Hey, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me," he says. You shake your head in response. He sighs and says, "Babe, I can't fix it if you don't tell me what it is. Don't shut me out right now." You mumble, "I shouldn't have come here. I'm interrupting-" Calum cuts you off, "Don't you dare apologize for coming to me when you're upset. You're my girlfriend. I'm supposed to fix this kind of stuff. Now, tell me what happened." You're shaking and the tears start to fall again as you tell Calum why you're so upset. The second you stop talking, he presses a deep, long kiss to your lips, his hands still cupping your face to keep you close to him. "Boys, I'm skipping out," he tells the guys when he pulls away from you. He starts to get yelled at by his manager, but Calum cuts him off by saying, "My girlfriends needs me right now. You can manage for a day without me." He drops his hands from your face to slide his fingers between yours. He spends the day distracting you with stupid faces and cheesy love confessions, which is exactly what you need.
  • Luke: You nervously knock on Luke's front door, your body already shaking with sobs you're trying to hold back. You know he's having dinner with his family, his family who has never met you to boot, but you need Luke right now. His mom opens the door and you quickly say, "Can I speak to Luke, please?" She starts to ask you who you are, but Luke hears you from the dinning room and comes up behind her. Luke breathes out your name when he sees you obviously upset. You slide past him mom and wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. He strokes your hair softly and says to his mom, "Yes, this is the girl I told you about. Can we have a little time alone right now?" His mother mumbles that she'll be in the dinning room before she leaves. "What happened?" Luke says, releasing you so you look up at him. You start rambling about all the little things that are adding up and how you can't cope with everything right now. "Hey, it's okay," Luke tells you. "No, it's not," you mutter through your sobs. "I'm being a stupid girl who can't handle her own stuff. I'm dumping it all on you and we've only been together for a month, so you have to think I'm clingy and stupid-" Luke's jaw clenches before he speaks, "Don't put yourself down like that, ever. It pisses me off. No one gets to speak to you like that, least of all you. Okay? What do you need from me, baby? I'm not really that good at this kind of thing, so tell me what to do and I'll do it."
  • Michael: Reading through your mentions on Twitter wasn't something you did very often because you knew what some of the fans thought of you. For some stupid reason, you decided to ignore your cardinal rule for the day and read some of them. You immediately regretted it, seeing hate comment after hate comment. Your hands are shaking as you dial Michael's number. "Hey, baby," he says. His familiar voice is warm and comforting. "Michael," you choke out, "I didn't listen to you. I read through my mentions and-" He cuts you off by saying, "What did they say to you? Everything that isn't positive is a lie, baby. Are you okay? Do you need me to come home for a few days? I have a show tomorrow, but then the boys and I have four days off. I can come home." You smile as your crying begins to lesson thanks to his sweet words. "No, I'll be okay. I just needed to talk to you," you tell him. "I wish I was home with you," he sighs. "I also wish I didn't have to go right now, but I have some interviews. I'll call you after, okay? I promise." You let him go back to work, instantly feeling worse when you stop hearing his voice. You pull yourself together enough to take a shower. When you get out, your check your phone. You find that Michael posted a picture of the two of you on the band's Instagram with a long tagline: This is my beautiful, funny, smart, amazing girlfriend. She called me crying an hour ago because of some of the terrible things all of you have said about her. Stop hurting her. She's everything to me whether you like it or not and I love her. So go apologize. She's wonderful. You'll love her as soon as you talk to her. I promise :)
Life Support - Chapter 5 (Mystery Nerds AU)

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Tag Along Girlfriend Part 4 - Requested (Michael)

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You roll over hearing the drunken shouts of someone outside mufflers by your window. You don’t bother to get out of your warm bed to look, assuming its Tod from down the street. It’s only a couple of minutes later your phone starts to ring, you groan as you slip your arm out into the cold to get it from the side, you see it’s 'Katie’ the fourteen year old girl from across the street, you answer wondering why she is calling, especially at three in the morning.

'Hello’ you answer.

'Hi, it’s Katie, is everything okay?’ She sounds concerned which confuses you.

'Yeah, what about you?’ You asks

'Do you know him?’

'What? Know who?’ You’re confused and sit up a little in your bed.

'Can you not hear him, that shouting?’

'Yeah, it’s probably Tod’

'No it’s not, there is a guy outside your house, he has been there for a while, I think he is singing’ she tells you, straight away panic rushes through your body, you home alone seems as your house mates are busy. 'I can wake my dad up if you like’ she offers.

'Erm, I dunno, wait a second, I’m gonna look to see if I know him’ you explain, getting out if your bed as quite as possible, you look out of a slit in your curtains. You can’t see much due to the dark, and it looks like the guy is wearing a black hoodie.

'So?’ You hear on the phone, reminding you Katie was in the other end. Just as you go to move from the window the dim street lights give you a glimpse of a tattoo on the guys’ arm, his hoodie sleeve rolled up and you know it anywhere. Those simple lines that you traced so many times.

'Yeah I know him, don’t worry, thanks for thinking of me though Katie, and see you soon’ and you hang up dropping onto your bed. You sigh, closing your eyes for a second.

Do you leave him out there, hoping he will pass out or give up, do you go down and hear him out or just try to get him to leave. You could call one of the boys to come get him, but it’s three in the morning, it’s not really fair. And you feel a growing need to find out why he is here. After how things went last time you saw him. You can’t leave him out there anymore; he will piss people off in the street. So you grab Calum’s black hoodie from your desk chair and jog down the stairs zipping it up.  You take in a huge breath, calming yourself before opening the door.

He is facing away, arms in the air 'I NEED HER’ he screams, you roll your eyes at his drunken state.

'Michael’ he doesn’t hear you, you take a step out into the cold and gran his elbow, 'Michael for fuck sake shut up’ you pull him in and close the door quickly, he stumpers a little, catching himself on the door and standing back up, you take a couple of steps back. To see him, eyes locked on you, his lips patted slightly as he stares as though he hasn’t seen you in years, when in reality it was only last week he was yelling at you in the club.

'Michael what are you doing here?’ You ask, however he just shakes his head slowly, as though trying to shake thoughts out. It’s now in the light you notice is green eyes dull, rimmed red in a black pit. 'Fucking hell Michael, you’re a mess’ you feel your chest tighten, as much as you hate what he has done, the things he has said, you can’t help but feel the need to fall into his arms, feel his lips on yours, taking his hand and putting him to bed so you can laugh at his hangover in the morning but you fight, you fight the feelings back.

'I’m a mess, I keep going to all these girls, I can’t even tell you there names, and I’m looking for your eyes, there not even the same colour, and if they are they are the wrong height or have a weird laugh. I walked pass the park where we went for that picnic on one of those crappy dates, the flood lights were off, and you weren’t there. I’m cold, when we got cold we would cuddle, and I would kiss your cold nose and you would push your feet under me to keep them warm. And we would wrap our hands together, your fingers always so cold’ His words start to hurt; you listen, wanting him to stop but not being able to find the words.

‘We watched crappy telly or play on the Xbox, and I even loved when you won because you’d do that dorky victor dance. I fucked up babe girl, fuck; I can’t even call you that. But I fucked up, I fucked up so much and I just need you. Please come back. I can’t sleep, when I close my eyes I see your eyes, sad, dull from the shit I said, hurt or I see you walking away, getting on that plane alone, without me. I’m going insane, losing everyone, everyone that I had left when you did because I was a dick. I should have never said that shit to you.’ you can see his pain, in his eyes as he talks, as though he is realising everything inside, you feel his pain from both his words and your own thoughts.

'You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. Everyone knows it, I didn’t tell my mum you know, for a couple of weeks, but when I did she was so disappointed, I’m disappointed, I couldn’t keep the one good thing in my life, I couldn’t even love you right. She said, you were supposed to get married, we were weren’t we, spend a couple of years on the road with our friends and then find that perfect place, the home for our four kids and three dogs, and we are meant to have game nights on Wednesday. We were meant to be forever’ He falls back a little, a stumble and he hits the door behind him, and let’s his body slide to the floor, his knees bent, one arm resting in and knee while the other is holding his shin, his head drooped to the floor.

'But I screwed up, I don’t deserve you, your love, your time, but I have to try, I don’t deserve it but I have to have a second chance, please give it to me. I need it. I need you. Fuck. Fuck, I’m sorry’ He picks his head up, looking at you only briefly, as though he is scared I’ll stop him if he looks for too long. And it’s now you notice the couple of tears falling, only pulling your chest tighter, and you realise a shaky breath you didn’t realise you had been holding.

‘I was gonna make you happy, I was, I can, I could still do it; prove to you I’m good, we are worth another chance. I’m so much more when I’m with you. And now I’m here, I’m right here and I won’t leave until your mine again, and if I wait forever, if I die here at least I died in love, I love you’ he stops, filling the room with silence, his eyes boring into yours, begging without a word. And you feel your lip tremble, looking at his tear stained face and see how broken he is. You bite down, not needing to be a wreak right now.  You break the eye lock to move closer, sliding down next to him and pulling your knees to your chest, you stare in front of you for a moment, pondering what to do. And you feel that tug, the tug that always drew you too him and you slowly lower your head to rest on his shoulder, he’s still for a second until he realises you’re not going to speak and you rests his head on yours letting out a tired sigh.

Part 5

From Chelsea

Preference #26; "Miles Away"
  • based off the song by Memphis May Fire and Kellin Quinn ayyyyy
  • Calum: "They said it gets easier, but they lied. She looks at me and says "Really baby? I will be just fine," but then she looks away so I don't have to see her cry." Another day, another tour starts. God, you were so proud of Calum, like a mom at her childs soccer game. But you never wanted him to leave. You wanted him home, in your shared bed everyday, but that was selfish. He was living his dream, and who were you to hold him back. So standing at the turnstall, you force a weak smile at the boy you loved. "Really baby, I'll be fine," you nod, reassuring the boy that it was okay for him to leave. It would be months, and you understood that. He shook his head, "No you're not. I can't just treat you like this. You get me for a week, I leave you for a month. You deserve so much better, (Y/N)." Calum begins to choke up, his voice cracking during your name. You get up on your tiptoes, becoming level with those puppy dog eyes you loved so much, "Calum Thomas Hood," you speak, "There is no one better. I'll miss you, but I've got skype and snapchat and twitter and texts. I'll. Be. Fine." And with that, you press your lips to his quickly. "I love you." Calum nods, picking his bag up off the floor. "Text me when you miss me. I love you, beautiful." He's only just left your line of sight when the tears begin to flow. You pull your phone from your pocket, texting him four simple words. I miss you already.
  • Ashton: "How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be when I feel so alone, cause I left my heart at home. She needs me, but I know they need me too. So God, give me the strength to do what you created me to do." The fans screamed as Ashton excited the car. Girls everywhere shouting for him, trying to gain his attention. "Ashton, smile for us!" He couldn't even seem to do that. He was so lonely, so desperate for you, that he trudged past the fans, ignoring every single one of them. Once inside his hotel room, he almost slams your number into his phone, shaking with anticipation. Your pick up, trying to hide the fact that you had been crying, "Ash- Hi!" Ashton then looses it, breaking down into tears. "I miss you.." he mumbles. You knew what you had gotten yourself into when you agreed to be Ashton's girlfriend, but it always hurt. You knew the fans needed him just as much as you did, but days like these were hard. Days where you almost wished he wasn't famous. But you were proud of him, of what he had done, so you pushed that thought away quickly. "I know. I miss you more," you get out, now crying too. "I don't know if I can make it through this without you (Y/N). I'm just.. Empty. I need the strength to do what I was created to do, but without you here I don't have it," he's shaking, leaning over the bed, almost angry. But thats when the idea hits him, "Come on tour with me. You're on break from school. Please, baby, please." And who are you to say no to his pleading?
  • Michael: "Really I'm so thankful for the people I meet, the places I've been and the things I've seen, but when she's not here it doesn't feel like I'm living my dream. I know they say that no one is perfect, but I swear she's perfect for me and that makes it so much harder to leave." "It's nice to meet you too, man." Michael nodded, waving to one of his childhood idols. It was so cool, meeting people he looked up to, visiting places he never even knew existed. This is how life was meant to be, lived to the fullest. His phone buzzes, and he knows its you. Facetime from Baby Emo. He laughs at the nickname before answering you, "Hey Baby Emo, how are you?" he asks, smiling up at the camera. On the other end, you smile back at him, "Missing you, but great. How about yourself?" "Well, I just met Dougie of McFly, so pretty damn great." You laugh, "Living the Aussie dream, huh?" you ask, playing with your sleeves. "It's not living my dream if you're not here," he almost whispers, watching you on his little phone screen. God, even lagged-pixelated you was perfect. "Don't be a cute cunt, Mikey." you laugh. You were perfect for him, he smiles, letting out a real laugh, "I'm being serious Baby Emo! All of this would be ten thousand times better if I had my smoking hot babe with me." Your eyebrows knit together, "Whose this 'Smoking hot babe' you speak of? Are you cheating?" It was a joke, but Michael takes it serious. "Not even if Jennifer Lawrence asked me to bang. I've already got the most amazing woman to ever walk the earth." You're blushing, grinning like an idiot at how cute your boyfriend is, "You're doing it again, Mikey." "Maybe it's just in my nature to be a cute cunt, Baby Emo!"
  • Luke: "If you miss me, I'm just a phone call away. Please be strong, be strong for me. I need you to show me how to change the inside of me. For my heart, for their sake. Be strong, be strong for me!" Luke was your rock. Your whole being. He's what keeps you alive. And not being around him kills you. Without your sunshine, you just dull and whither into the grey skies. And right now, those skies were just swallowing you whole. You wanted Luke, no more like you needed him. The phone rings almost too long before he finally answers, "Hey cutie!" his voice chirps on the other line. "Luke," you breath out, over the lakes of tears just streaming down your face. Just that voice could make everything better. On the other end, hearing you like this breaks Lukes heart. He can't be there for you when you need him the most, he's failed as a boyfriend. "(Y/N), baby girl I'm so sorry... I need you to be strong," he's fighting back tears. "Be strong for me." Because you, you're his sunshine, what makes him happy when skies are grey. And knowing that you're down, makes him down. And when he's down, the fans are down. It's like an endless cycle that Luke wants to keep from happening. You hear the desperation in his voice as he almost begs you to stay strong, you simply nod, but remember he can't see you. "I will. I want to make you proud of me when you get back at home. That I kept shining, even at my worst." Luke nods himself, "And even if you don't baby girl, I'll still be proud of you for surviving. And I'll shower that cute ass face of yours with kisses." You smile, sniffling, "And we'll bang, right?" you joke, giggling quietly. "Hell yeah, we'll bang!" Luke laughs, glad that he was able to cheer you up. "Ew, tmi Lucas," Calum wrinkles his nose, walking out from the bathroom.
Why I Love Yifan ♥

Yifan is absolutely beautiful. Beautiful not just physically, but in personality as well. What he does, how he acts, the expressions he makes, he possesses so many wonderful things that make him the most incredible human being and it makes me love him more and more everyday because of them. 

One of the things that I love about Yifan is his smile. Actually lets just go with his lips in general. I mean just look at those things! His eyes and his smile are the first things I always look at when I see a picture of him and they just make me have to smile myself no matter what. His gummy smile is also another thing I adore. It just shows pure happiness and the way his eyes turn up into little crescents and little wrinkles form at the corners and I just adore how he looks like that. His smile is something that brightens my day, its part of why he’s ‘my star’. Stars have always been something special to me. I remember when I was younger, I would sit outside on my patio and just watch the stars at night, and even now, when i have time, I’d always attempt to count how many there were in the sky. But no matter what, stars just make me happy, they make me relaxed and calm and I could just look at them all day. They make me forget about the real world. And thats exactly what Yifan does, so I felt like that was the perfect thing to call him, my star. But anyway! Back to smiles, his smile is just something that takes my breath away and makes my body feel lighter and theres just no other like it in the world, no other smile that makes me cringe because of how cheesy it is sometimes, yet at other times it makes me sigh or laugh or just stare at it for a few minutes. 

Another thing I love about Yifan is the way he is with fans and kids. Everyone at some point saw him as the ‘cold guy’ and at times his demeanor does show it, but then you take a look closer and could just see he is genuinely happy to see them.There’s sincerity in his eyes and a gentleness and kindness in his voice thats found only when talking to them. He seems to put his fans first before himself, always telling them to be careful when they push each other around and whatnot. He is always polite no matter what, even when the fans are a bit out of line and is respectful to them and he puts them into consideration when doing things. A great example would be when he bought a new luggage to carry all the gifts he got so that he wouldn’t disappoint the fans. He was so casual with them and talked with them and signed autographs and even opened some of the presents and took his time to pick out which shirt from the fans to wear and that is just plain precious. It was so sweet and nice to see him being totally and completely normal around them with not a hint of annoyance nor discomfort. He was truly happy to be with them. He even bought chocolates for the fans for white day. If that isn’t adorable, I dunno what is. At the airport when he returned Canada, he had no duty or commitment to acknowledge or interact with the fans because he was there for his own personal business as a regular human being, as Wu Yifan and not Yifan. Yet, he acknowledged them and smiled and waved and talked and took pictures with them and signed autographs for them as well. Even when the fans wouldn’t leave him alone and surrounded both him and his friends/family, he was patient and kind towards the fans, and kept his calm even through this. Yifan cares for his fans. He cherishes them and respects them and loves them in every way possible. At times like this when he couldn’t see inside with his sunglasses on, he still put them back on anyway just to make the fans happy. And before he left, he took his sunglasses off before bowing to the fans. Not to mention that on his birthday he even sang for us. On his birthday guys. He sang for us as a gift. I dunno what guy does that seriously. Yifan is so incredibly humble and real and he acts like he’s normal, like he’s not above us in any way. There is absolutely nothing fake about how much he loves his fans, and he shows it in every action he takes around them. And finally to the kids. Yifan with kids makes me squirm okay. He’s so adorable with them and how he kneels down to their level and just the fascination that spreads across his face and how gentle he is with them and how he’s so playful ugh. 

I love Yifan as a leader. Its no easy job with all the responsibility on your shoulders yet he does it so well. As a leader, they must keep the members in line and make sure that they do what they’re supposed to, and if they don’t, its on him. But yet, despite this stressful job and theres so much pressure on him, he stays on top of things and manages to keep the others in check.  He’s mature and composed and is always ready for whatevers thrown at him. For example,  during interviews he always has an answer to whatever question is thrown at him and is always ready to help the others out if they get stuck. He’s patient with them too, like when Yixing spaces out or forgets something he just naturally takes over and finishes up the answer. He doesn’t get angry or frustrated nor does he put any pressure on them, and instead seems to hold it all for himself. The way he speaks and answers questions is also another thing. His answers are always so thought through and he seems so knowledgeable, like even if he didn’t know the answer, just the way he spoke it and the way he looks so confident gives an illusion as if he was right no matter what. And through all of that insightfulness, could include some strange and amusing comment that I cant help but laugh over or shake my head or simply smile because every time he does that it reminds me of why I love him.

Yifan is not good just as a leader though, but as a friend and brother as well. There are an infinite amount of times when he’s displayed affection towards them or when he’s showed concern for their health and well-being. He’s been known to go out and buy medicine for the others when they aren’t feeling well and pretty much everyone knows that he spoils the members as well… ahem, Tao. He knows they depend on him and he always tries his hardest to make sure that they’re getting everything they need. You can just tell that he really does love the members like family. And really thats just beautiful. 

I love Yifan as an artist. No, not Kriscasso… well that too OTL but just him as a singer, rapper, entertainer, performer. I love his intense gazes at the camera, his wink, his wiiiink and how he sometimes just doesn’t dance the right routine and how he slowly but surely showed his aegyo which everyone was waiting not so patiently for. I love the many times some MC has asked him to rap or sing for them in Chinese or speak in a different language and I must admit, I am addicted to hearing this man speak in Cantonese. Its my first language and his deep voice mixed with that just raises goosebumps for me. He isn’t as great as a dancer as Kai or Lay, nor is he as great a singer as Chen, but he tries hard. You can tell that during some performances where he was asked to sing a little for the fans that he was nervous, but he pushes his comfort zone to show that he is capable. I love it when during Weekly Idol in Random Dance he most definitely was at fault during MAMA and yet he argued anyway and its just so amusing to watch him do so. I love the many times he just randomly danced like in episode 2 of EXO Showtime before they sat down to eat, or how he dances to cover up things like when Minseok left him hanging for a high-five. I love how at first, his persona was someone who was cold and serious and his famous bitch face of course, but then as time passed, he allowed us to see who he really was, someone who wanted to be the lead dancer, leader singer, someone who didn’t think he was a visual, someone who loved to make the strangest jokes or comments, ,someone who does very weird things sometimes, someone who was the complete opposite as to who he was in the beginning, yet still the same. And I’m sure there are still so many sides of Yifan just waiting to be revealed and I can’t wait till we get to see them.

Yifan worked so hard the four years he trained at SM, as did all the other idols and trainees. He was 17 years old when he went to Korea. He didn’t know Korean, nor did he know anybody there. He was alone in a foreign country being asked to sing and dance and learn a new language and on top of everything I’m sure he endured bullying from other trainees for being foreign, and on top of all of that he had to push through this everyday for long hours. I can’t even imagine what it was like for him being away from his family and friends and his home and not being able to turn to anyone. He has said many times that he contemplated quitting, but he didn’t. He worked towards his goals and endured the hardships, making friends and learning many things on the way as well as maturing. He has done so much, and been through so much through these short years but they’ve made him stronger and now here he is, a leader of EXO, someone who can speak four languages and dance and sing and rap. He’s known around the world by so many people and he’s leaving his mark where ever he goes, changing everyone he meets, and others that he hasn’t, people like me. Seeing him cry while winning an award makes me so happy because to him, winning that award, realizing that yes, people do recognize them for their talents, it means the world to him and that all the hard work spent bettering himself didn’t go to waste. I just wish that he could experience this happiness again and again and again in the future and that he realizes just how much of an impact he has on people’s lives. 

And as of recently, when he left exo, it has shown me just how strong of a person he is and how courageous he is. He’s shown me to fight for who I am, and for what I believe in. If it was me in his position, I would’ve never been able to just leave, I would’ve been scared to go against SM, but he wasn’t and that just makes me love him so much more. He was passionate about his dreams to act that he took the necessary actions and hopefully it leads him to where he wants to go – no, I know it will lead him to his place because thats just the type of person Yifan is, he won’t stop till he’s satisfied. 

And this is just gonna be a short paragraph about all the other small things I love about Yifan that just make me adore him even more. Him with eyeliner. The expression he makes whenever someone says ‘EXO-K’ instead of ‘EXO-M’. How he could dress from this, to this. Him in glasses and a ponytail.  When he wears these glasses. Yifan and ace. When he makes this face. And this face.  Also this one. And don’t forget these one. When he acts like a cutie-patootie. His side profile plus different hair styles. His hands oh god his hands. How bout just this post? His kid-like handwriting. How he can look so darn cute in this. How he eats. His tattoo. Yifan as a kid with picture problems. Him and archery. Whatever this is. Pre-debut Yifan. Him during running man. Whenever he pouts. How he looks snowboarding. Basketball Yifan. How bout just this post? Yeah….

Yifan overall is just a beautiful person. I won’t claim that I know him, its impossible that I do, but based on what he’s shown us, its comfortable to conclude that he’s a kind-hearted person who’s a great friend, leader, and someone to trust and lean on.  Yifan isn’t perfect - no bias is. He makes mistakes sometimes, does the wrong thing sometimes, has hurt others, but he has a kind spirit, a tender, loving heart, and a gentle soul, and despite his faults, i think he’s one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever known (not in real life of course).  He’s the most perfect mixture of serious, kindness, playfulness, politeness, style, weirdness, thoughtfulness, caring, strangeness,  childish, ‘not-my-style’ness and just everything wonderful and the thought that someone like him exists in this world makes me very happy. I don’t care what other people think. I don’t care if they only believe in OT11 or whatever, because despite what other people say, I’ll always stick next to Yifan because after all he’s done for me, thats the best I can do for him as a fan. I really cannot wait to see more of him in the future and to discover more things about him to fall in love with. 

updated: 08/01/14