do you think it would be weird if i asked michael to buy me this for our anniversary

Happy 20th, Stargate SG-1

I was thinking about whether or not I should write something, or if I should simply keep on reblogging amazing gifsets and tributes for a little while before going to bed and calling it a day.

But it kept nagging me, and I can’t stand the thought of letting this go without at least having said something. Can’t let this day just slip by.

Of course I had to write something. 

It’s not every day one of your favorite shows turns 20. 

It’s hard for me to pick an absolute favorite show, but I think I’ve got it down to two. Doctor Who is pretty obvious, and most people I know wouldn’t be surprised. I think Stargate SG-1 would actually be a bit weirder for them to hear. But it’s the truth. This gem of a science-fiction action series is one of my favorite shows of all time. 

I don’t remember when I first started to watch Stargate. It’s one of those shows that was always on tv when I was a child. Or at least it feels like that (it still does. Literally every time I turn on the right channel, it’s there). I’m 21, so I wasn’t there from its inception. But my dad was. And he LOVES Stargate. 

I actually think that he showed me the movie first. We both share a love of science fiction (I probably got it from him), and I remember seeing that very very early (we’re talking maybe 6 or 7 years old). I think the subtitle was Danish.

Anyway, my dad usually sat watching reruns, or occasionally the new season, of Stargate SG1 late in the evenings in our living room. I don’t remember why, but I started sneaking down, hiding behind a bookcase, and trying to watch the show along with him. Of course, I was soon discovered, and he asked me to watch it with him. 

It became a Thing. Every other night, I would go down, make some sandwiches (and sometimes there’d be candy!) and pour a glass of milk and sit down in the sofa and watch Stargate SG1. I didn’t really watch it chronologically at first. I popped in whenever I was at my dad’s place and he’d explain to me if anything important had happened. The only moment out of these that I remember clearly enough was when I one day asked “Wait, what happened to Daniel? Who’s the new guy?” and found out that Daniel had died a few episodes prior. My heart was crushed! (I warmed to Jonas though). 

Of course, he came back. Because Daniel always comes back. (Lucky me, to finally find a favorite who always comes back.)

(Seriously though, Daniel was my first fictional crush. Which I’ve never gotten over.)

After a while, my dad started buying the DVDs, and we instead sat down and watched the show chronologically, which I’ve done many times over since. On my own, trying to get friends into it, trying to get my sister to watch it (which took time), etc. We also started watching Stargate Atlantis together, which was on tv on Fridays. Sci-fi Fridays. Even if I later have watched the show over and over, it was still Our Thing.

Which might seem odd to many, but it was very important to me. I’ve had a bit of a complicated relationship with my dad, to say the least. Sometimes I doubt if he’s capable of having an uncomplicated relationship with people (than again, who can do that?). But anyway, those Stargate evenings were, most of the time, a break from that. From arguments, from awkwardness, from temper tantrums. They were just there. And that was so important to me.

Now I’ve talked about one aspect of why this show is my favorite, and it’s a highly subjective reason at that. But it’s one reason of many, even if its very personally important.

I grew up with this show, and through that, I’ve grown up with these characters. More than any other show I’ve ever watched, it feels like I know these characters. They do feel like friends to me, as clichéd as that sounds. Friends and family. Their journeys, friendships and struggles means so much to me, because I’ve connected to them all throughout my life. And I think there are some absolutely wonderful characters on this show.

I think Stargate sets itself apart from other similar sci-fi shows. I mean, it’s not the most diverse (though Sam is an AMAZING female character for this sort of thing). It’s not always the most well-written. But it has such heart. It’s a militaristic show, sure, but at its heart, it’s about friendship and family and learning. It’s a militaristic sci-fi show that has such high hopes for humanity, and for the cooperation between peoples and species. Daniel’s idealism is treated as naive sometimes, but it’s also treated as exactly that - ideal. It has a core message that’s about being kind, about how humanity can learn new things, search for knowledge, and that it is what sets us apart. I love those kind of uplifting stories. And the actors and crew members behind this show put so much effort into it, and it shows. Sam Carter wouldn’t be half the amazing character she is without Amanda Tapping. Teal’c wouldn’t have his charm without Chris Judge.

And of course, the show doesn’t take itself seriously at all. I mean, yes, it can get serious, that’s not what I meant. But it has no problem mocking itself, making fun of itself, playing with expected tropes, playing with stereotypes. It knows so well how to have fun with what it is. It’s self-aware. It wants to make you laugh and it succeeds because they’re laughing along with you. And when it gets serious, you know its because they’ve really earned it. O’Neill has made me laugh and O’Neill has made me cry, and it always felt just as genuin. 

It’s not perfect, but in the end, it does what I think sci-fi does best, and that’s trying to tell us something about ourselves. It told me many things about myself, I know that. And it spawned wonderful spin-offs and audio dramas and books and comics and a fanbase that’s still going strong ten years after the show’s cancellation. Fans who are amazing and kind and who get such a warm welcome from the fantastic actors behind it. 

So, this has been my rambling about why this silly 10 season sci-fi show means so much to me, and yet I feel like I haven’t been able to say even half of the reasons it matters to me. Gotta save that for another time then. I’ve gotten enough sappiness for today. But I can’t help it, I love this show. I love the fans. I love the actors and the spin-offs (don’t know what to think about Origins yet, unsure about the era, but I’m excited for new Stargate stuff, always!). 

Got to finish of by saying that my heart has probably never beat as fast as those two days about a year apart when I got to talk to two of those actors who’s meant so much to me throughout my life, and my face has probably never been so red and I’ve probably never mumbled and rambled as much. But they were super graceful and amazing people, dealing with me, and I love them all the more for it. (My face is just a huge smile in these pictures and it looks WEIRD but I have to deal with it and I will still treasure them SO MUCH)

Thank you, Stargate SG-1. Happy 20th anniversary. 

#28 You get memory loss after an accident but remember one of the other boys | Part 2


Calum’s is soooo cliche goood. Hope you’re all are having a greaaaat time, remember to check out the country pref series I’m currently posting! And if you don’t get Michael’s - some of it is a flashback

Read part 1 HERE | Country prefs HERE


”Luke! For fuck sake Luke slow down!” “Leave me alone.” Luke mumbled not even wanting to look back at the pleadings from Michael and Calum, the 3 boys sprinting down the hospital corridor. It wasn’t far after you had admitted that you knew Ashton that Luke didn’t hesitate to sprint out of the door wanting to get as far as away from everything as possible. “You know running away from everything won’t help on Y/N’s illness.” Michael yelled making Luke stop in track, Calum almost running into his back. “She doesn’t remember me. She remembers Ash. It fucking shows how much I meant to her in the back of her mind.” “You can’t conclude something like that! It could possibly have been me or Michael she had remembered! Don’t even question her love for you, do you understand?” Calum said frustrated taking Luke aback. “Now we’re going back to Y/N’s room and you’re gonna talk to her. She may not remember you now but I’m sure that if you’ll spend time together at some point something will click in her mind and everything will go back to normal.” Looking down at the ground Luke hesitated for a second before nodding. Walking back to your room all the 3 boys went in through the door to see you sitting in your bed still with the yogurt but with a giant smile on your face, laughing at something Ashton said. “Hey mate, can uhm Luke be alone with Y/N for a bit?” Michael asked and Ashton stood up from his chair. “Of course, call me if you need anything.” Ashton smiled patting Luke’s back as the 3 went out from the room again, you and Luke alone now. He hesitating went over to your bed before sitting down, sending small looks at your direction. “Are you okay?” You asked seeing the boys’ nervous state, barely getting any eye contact with him. He nodded his giving you a small smile which you returned. “Why are you here?” You asked scooping on your yogurt. Luke let out a little chuckle at your question, readjusting himself on the bed so he was more comfortable. “I got a call this morning telling me that my girlfriend had slipped and hit her head. So I went over here as soon as possible with my friends to see if she was okay.” Worry appeared on your face as you actually felt sorry for this boy. “ Is she okay?” You said quietly interested placing the bag of yogurt on the nightstand beside you. “She is.. There is just this little problem. When she hit her head, somehow it had an effect on her memory. She can’t really remember anything besides my friend. She doesn’t even remember me.” Looking down at his hands Luke let out a shaky breath before meeting your eyes. A knot had started to form in your stomach and your bottom lip was formed as a pout. “I’m so sorry to hear that.” You said giving him a light hug. He returned it back, nuzzling his nose into your hair taking in your scent. Pulling away from him you looked behind him to see instrument suitcases. “Are you a musician?” You asked confused and he nodded his head slightly not giving any eye contact. “We were in a hurry. Do you uhm.. Wanna here something?” He asked scratching the back of his neck and you didn’t hesitate to nod. “It was something I actually wrote for my girlfriend. I wanted to play it for our half year anniversary. It’s on Tuesday.” He explained as he took the guitar out of the case before sitting back on the bed. He strummed the guitar lightly and as he did it, it was like the feeling of home suddenly appeared in your mind. And when he started to sing quietly your eyebrows started to knot at the sudden feeling. Luke played for a few more seconds, giving you a few glares noticing your weird expression. “ Do you want me to play something else?” He asked making you zone out from your trance and you looked at him gobsmocked for a few seconds before nodding your head wanting to hear more. He started to play the chords to The Only Reason and that was where everything hit you like a brick wall. “You played that to me the day you asked me to be your girlfriend.” The statement slipped through your lips before you knew it and both you and Luke looked at each other wide eyed none of you saying anything. “You remember that?” He asked placing the guitar on the floor, looking skeptical at you. “ I do.” Looking down at your hands you fiddled with them.“ I think you’re guitar playing increased my memory.”  The confession made a smile appear on Luke’s face before he grabbed his guitar again, placing his fingers on the right chords. “I guess we’re going to have a concert all night long then.” He joked and you let out a little giggle leaning back in the bed as he started on some new chords.


”Y/N we are never ever letting you bring coffee for us again that’s for sure.” Michael joked as the 4 boys were sitting beside your bed, surrounding you – the dark haired boy more distant than the others. “I barely remember.” You mumbled scratching your head lightly on the bandage forming out a pout at the feeling. “Well we almost had a heart attack as one of the doctors here at the hospital called and said that you were brought here. It gave more sense since it “took” you almost an hour to bring us coffee.” Luke explained and the others nodded. “But, what happened? The doctor said that I was hit whilst crossing the road. I landed in the curb as a car hit me.” The boys looked around at each other for any answer but as none of them said anything so you just shrugged your shoulders. “It irritates me that I don’t remember a thing.” “Well you remember Michael.” The black-haired one snickered and you looked at him with knotted eyebrows taken aback by his sassiness. “ His tattoo.. They just said something to me in the back of my mind. I don’t know how.” You mumbled giving him a glare as the others looked nervous the tension changing a bit. “ Did the doctor have any advice?” Michael asked and you just rolled your eyes. “He told me that I could try sleep it off and see what happens. I’ve been sleeping like for forever. Nothing has worked.” “Maybe a kiss would work.” Ashton suggested goofily making the other boys roll their eyes at him. “What? It could work.” He defended and you just shook your head at him. “We all know that Calum over here really wants to do it.” Michael said swinging an arm around the Kiwi’s shoulder. The boy gave Michael a death glare clearly not comfortable with the situation. “I’m up for it.” You said easing his nerves and he looked at the ground for a second not knowing what to do. “ We can leave the room if you want us to?” Ashton chirped and Calum nodded his head. The boys all left their chairs going out of the room. As the door closed you and Calum exchanged glares both not really knowing what to do with yourselves. “I’m Calum.” He said quietly trying to swallow the lump that had started to form in his throat. “Calum my boyfriend.” You added and he nodded his head sadly, walking over to your bed from his chair. Taking a seat on your chair he gave you a sad look whilst caressing your bare thigh that was visible from your duvet. “It’s comfortable.” You mumbled with a little smile and he looked at you confused. “Compared to that I feel like I’ve first met you. But your touch.. It’s familiar.” Calum nodded his head at your statement letting out a deep sigh as he continued his process. “Do you think that it would actually work?” You questioned breaking the silence that had felt over you. “What? The kiss? Ashton is just joking around.” Calum mumbled with his lips in a tight line. “There’s nothing to lose. Why not try?” You asked and he formed a knot with his eyebrows but nodded his head as he saw the seriousness in your eyes. Leaning forward he searched in your eyes for any hesitation but as you just closed your eyes he did the same as well before capturing your bottom lip with his, giving you the probably most passionate kiss in your life ever. And that was when the butterflies in your belly started to build up and scenarios started in your head. The way Calum woke you up this morning, when he asked you to go buy coffee for the boys as they were recording, and most of all when you missed seeing the car driving in front of you as you were too occupied with your phone that it hit you. As you pulled away from Calum he let out a deep sigh closing his eyes again as you caressed his cheek with your hand. “When I was hit by the car, I was checking a tweet from you saying that you had the best girlfriend in the world.” Calum pulled away from you in a fast motion looking at you with a confused but a big smile was forming on his face. “You remember that?!” Nodding your head Calum pulled you in for more pecks on the lips and you started to laugh as he continued his process around your cheeks and forehead. “You remember me?” He asked fully and you nodded your head as you both let out goofy giggles. “WAIT DID IT WORK?” The sound of Ashton’s voice appeared from the back of the door, totally exposing their secret ear dropping to you guys. “Guys you can come in.” Calum yelled and the 3 teenage boys stumbled in through the door as Calum swung an arm around your shoulders letting you snuggle in to his chest.


Even though it was spring, the wind was cold as it connected with Michael’s jacket covered arms. He was sitting alone, not daring to go inside again, just wanting to be alone. Everything had him harder than expected. But why would that be such a shock, his own girlfriend didn’t even know who he was? “Mike?” Michael turned his head at the sound of his voice but groaned instantly as he saw Luke standing against one of the hospital doors to the outdoor area, him just sitting at one of benches head in the hands and keeping on letting out small groans and sighs. “Leave me alone. I need to think.” He mumbled looking away from the blond-haired guy.  “Come on mate. You gotta be kidding me.” Luke half-whined walking over to Michael before placing a hand on his shoulder. “How is she?” He asked not taking his eyes away from the ground. “She’s… She’s sleeping now. I put her to bed. She was very upset and confused. I thought it would be best for her if she just slept it away.” Luke explained and Michael nodded his head swallowing the lump that had started to form in his throat. “I think we should go home and bring something for her. Maybe a blanket or something that reminds her of you.” Luke suggested breaking the silence that had felt between the two Aussie boys. Michael let out yet another groan but stood up instantly at Luke’s suggesting nodding his head. After driving home after one of the blankets you slept with together with Michael, Luke and him went back to the hospital before tip toing into your hospital bedroom, seeing you still sleeping peaceful. “Should we wake her up?” Luke asked walking over to your bed. Michael shook his bed before standing on the other side. “ I don’t have the heart to do that. We’ll just wait until she wakes up.” He mumbled before placing the blanket on top of you, the scent of him and your perfume filling his nostrils from it. “ If this doesn’t work Luke I swear to god..” He mumbled and Luke just rolled his eyes at the dark-haired boy. “ If it doesn’t we’ll try something else. As long as we don’t give up, somehow her memory might get back.” Michael looked at Luke as he was thinking something before looking back at you. He gave your sleeping one last sad glare before leaving the room with Luke closing the door.
“Do you ever think we’ll end like them?” You asked looking up at Michael as he was standing behind you, swinging the swing slightly slowly enough to still have a conversation with you. Looking over at the couple you were referring to Michael shrugged his shoulders before giving you a cheeky kiss on the forehead. “ I don’t know. We’ll probably end like someone who yells at each other all the time but can’t survive without each other.” “ You think?” You asked letting your feet connect with the san beneath you stopping the swing. “I don’t know.” He said in a high pitched noise trying to be teasing. “ Wanna race over to the basket? The loser has to feed the other.” Michael asked as he started to sprint over to your blanket with a picnic on it, making you groan at him before running over to the blanket as well. “Shotgun.” He yelled before crashing onto the blanket letting him fill it all out no space for you. Slumbering down on his stomach you placed yourself on him and he let out a huff. “Y/N!” He whined and you just let out a giggle. “This is what you get for taking all the space.” You shrugged but let out a howl as he grabbed your hip before switching place him now on top of you.  “Dominant now, huh?” You teased and he just laughed at you before letting out a small “shut up.” Before connecting his lips with yours.  
“Y/N?” Opening your eyes your body jolted as you saw Michael sitting next to you, a confused yet amused expression spread across his face. “Michael.” You panted in shock holding your hand to your heart. “You scared the crap out of me.” “You remember me?” He asked and you just nodded your head like he was crazy. “ Oh my… LUKE THE BLANKET. IT WORKED!” He yelled towards the door before attacking you with cuddles, Luke and the other boys running into the room seeing Michael almost knocking the breath out of you, and the other boys attacking you as well in joy.  “Michael are you crying?” Calum asked amused and Michael covered his eyes with his hands, the redness in them clear. “No I just.. Had something in my eye.” He lied but he let out a giggle anyways, really not caring if the guys saw him crying. “I’m just happy.” He said looking you in adore before giving you yet another kiss on the forehead.


”Mate you look pale maybe you need a glass of water?” Calum suggested as a few minutes of silence had passed by, none of you saying anything, just the constant staring from Ashton never leaving. “I uhm.” He mumbled running a hand through his hair looking around dazed. The usual reddish colour on his cheeks had turned into a pile white one. “Yea.” He finally said whilst nodding his head and Calum did the same before walking out of the room in a search for a water machine. As the sound of the door closing Ashton shut his eyes tightly taking deep breaths to calm himself down. “Do you need to sit down?” You asked timidly, feeling extremely bad for his condition and he opened his eyes staring directly at you, trying to see any hint of fakeness. “You really don’t remember me?” He finally asked and your lips formed into a straight line and you looked down at your fondled hands whilst shaking your head. Removing your feet from the bed you patted the now empty spot on the bed for Ashton to join. He looked at the spot for a second but oblige to sit down next to you.  “Tell me your name.” You smiled and he looked weirdly at you, not used to the new tension. “Ash. Ashton Irwin.” He mumbled. “Well okay then Ashton my name is Y/N.” He let out a little giggle at your sentence looking up at you. “I know.” “You do?” You asked confused and he nodded. “How do you know Calum?” He bursted making you squeeze your eyes in thoughts trying to come up with any answer. “ I don’t, I don’t really know. He’s just there. In the back of my mind. I know that he’s in a band, and he plays the bass. There’s nothing more about him that I know.” You explained and Ashton’s eyes lit up in the mention of the band. “You remember anything from the band?” He pushed on and that made you look to your right, reaching over for your phone.  “I’m not really sure but I think there are 4 members.” You mumbled, searching through pictures on your phone. “ I have this photo.” You said showing the photo on your phone – the 4 of them posing for the SLSP EP. “Hey that’s long time ago.” He mumbled looking at it. “Wait you’re the one with the bandana aren’t you?” You questioned as you looked at your phone again and he let out a smile. “I am. And there’s Calum. The blonde one is called Luke and the last one is Michael. They’re also here at the hospital somewhere. Probably down the cafeteria eating.” Nodding your head at his explanation of the band you scrolled through some of the other photos your phone but stopped at one specific picture. “This is.. Us?” You questioned wide eyed showing Ashton the photo of you and him kissing whilst cuddling on the couch. “Yea it.. is.” He answered looking at the picture in awe but a deep sigh left his lips. “ You’re… you’re my boyfriend?” You asked in fear – not because of being in a relationship with him, but the fact that you didn’t remember your own boyfriend. “ We are.” He announced giving you your phone back and you scrolled few some other photos. “We’ve been together for almost 2 years.” Unlocking your phone you formed a pout. “I can’t believe I don’t remember my own boyfriend.” You mumbled giving him a sad smile before taking his hand drawing patterns along his wrist. “ Well..” Ashton mumbled not really knowing what to say. “How are we? As a couple.” You added and he let out a small smile. “We’re.. Really something special. Always having a laugh together. That couple everyone is always sticking their tongue out at or making gagging sounds. We’re very affectionate. Love kissing out in the public. Also a few smacks in the ass sometimes but that’s just one of our crazy games. And you always freak out when I forget to put my laundry in the basket outside in our bathroom because you claim that if I don’t remove it from our bedroom floor, it’ll collect animals and more wash in big piles.” “ But you’re always putting a giant pile of clothes in the basket AFTER I’ve just put the dirty clothes in the washer, it’s so annoying god!” You said getting in a defensive mode but you smacked a hand in front of your mouth gobs mocked in shock as you realized what you just said. “You remember that?” He asked in joy and you couldn’t do anything else but nod, the tears welling in your eyes as all the memories went back in your mind. “Come here.” He cooed at your state and you obliged almost throwing yourself into his arms as he rocked you back and forth silencing you with the sobbing. “I’ll never forget you. I promise.” You whispered looking up at him and he gave you a small wink before giving you a lingering kiss on the forehead. “I love you.”

Coincidence {Michael Clifford Smut}

PAIRING: Michael/Y/N
REQUESTED: Yes, Sophia is the one who received the request :)

This was a collaborated effort between Sophia (@drcpdead) and I! She wrote the fluff, and I wrote the smut ;) we hope y’all enjoy reading it!


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#8 Christmas Proposal


“OH MY GOD CALUM THE COOKIES ARE BURNING.” you shout, untangling yourself from his arms and running to the kitchen, the source of the burnt smell. Calum had distracted you, saying there was ten minutes until they were ready, and kissing you. I guess the time escaped your mind and now you were pulling the cookie sheet out and laying them on the stove to rest. Sighing you looked at the somewhat burnt sugar cookies in front of you. The ones on the corners were charred, but the middle ones still seemed edible. Calum chuckled a bit, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, obviously amused with how worked up you had gotten over the cookies. You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself as well. “Babe they will be fine. You could give me charcoal and I’d still eat it. Sure there would be violent throwing up after, but hey..” Cal tipped your shin up, making your eyes meet his brown ones. “I’m sure Santa and the reindeer will love them too.” he kissed you before placing the cookies individually on the cooling rack and in the fridge to cool faster.

“Heh. Sorry I got all worked up. It’s just it’s been a tradition in my family to give cookies to Santa every year. My mom broke the news to me a long time ago, but I like to keep he tradition alive.” you say looking down and smiling. “She would always leave me a letter and leave the glass of milk half empty, and the cookies bitten into.” you giggle remembering your childhood. “My mom made Mali-Koa and I leave carrots for the reindeer, and a bowl of water outside.” Cal added, reaching over and stroking my arms gently. “I’m sorry you can’t be with your mom this year. The flights were all canceled by the weather, I even tried to get her to come, but the planes weren’t going anywhere.” I smile and hug him, pecking his lips.

“Cal, you are the greatest man I could ever ask for. Let’s see if we have any carrots.” Calum chuckles and helps you get the rest of the decorations in order, and set up everything ready for Santa Claus and his Reindeer. Finally you both go to bed, eagerly waiting for Christmas Day.

In the morning you feel a bit colder than usual, rolling over you reach your arms out, trying to find Calum’s familiar warmth. Reaching further and further without noticing, you fall out fo bed, landing on my butt. “Ow…” you get up, rubbing your booty and walk down to the living room to try and see if Calum is there.

Behind the Christmas tree on the small table where you put the milk and cookies, the plate is empty and the milk is gone. In it’s place is a small scroll of paper,and a little present. On the paper it says:

Dear Ms. Y/N,

I heard that you thought I wouldn’t be coming this year. Your lovely boyfriend Mr. Hood called me up and made sure I knew where you are. He is a good man, I know you two will be happy together.


Santa Claus

Gasping you turn around and look up at Calum, cheeky smile, with his hands in his pajama pockets. “I kind of figured you were a good girl this year, so I gave the big guy a call… Now open the present.” he says smiling. Turning back around you open the box, seeing a beautiful diamond ring in front of you. You turn around fast enough to give yourself whiplash and see Calum, kneeling on one knee.

“Y/N, I love you with all of my heart. You make me who I am. I literally cannot see my life without you. Would you do me the pleasure…. no that’s not right. The Honor of marrying me?”


Opening your eyes on Christmas morning, you look down at your unfamiliar surroundings. Oh that’s right, you were spending Christmas with your boyfriend Ashton’s family. Next to you is a half naked Ashton sprawled out, face first into the pillow. ‘Jeez can he even breathe that way?’ you think as you painstakingly flip him over. Making sure your boyfriend was still alive due to his quirky sleeping habits was an item on your daily agenda. “Mmmm Y/N.” Ashton moans as you turn him over. Apparently someone was having a good dream. You lightly slap his arm, waking him up with a jolt. “God Y/N what was that for?!” Ashton whisper yells sleepily. He was grumpy in the mornings, then again you did slap him.

“You were being weird in your sleep and its weirder because we are in your moms house! Now its not the time for wet dreams Fletcher!” you whisper to him. Despite his grumpiness Ashton smiles and pulls you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “It’s not my fault my girlfriend turns me on. I blame the government, who obviously created you.” You tilt your head, a bit confused. “The government?” you ask. “Yes Y/N, the government. I have this theory that you are an experiment. A girl they created, to try and mind control me! No one can be this perfect. Please God, tell me you’re not a Terminator.” your geeky boyfriend implies. “Nope Ashton, not a Terminator. I came out of a woman…. from her lady parts. And just because we are in your bedroom doesn’t mean you can be all nerdy you dork.” you laugh and kiss him deeply, before getting up and getting your clothes on for the day. “But I’m your dork right Y/N? “ Ashton asks, still half naked in bed. “whatever tickles your pic- Oh god I’m not saying that, not after what dream you had this morning.”

Ashton laughs, and gets dressed, taking you downstairs with him, his brother, sister and mom already waiting by the tree. “Finally!” Ashton’s little brother shouts, running toward his brother and pulling you both down by the tree. “I thought you two were going to sleep the whole day! It’s present time.” He says eagerly, handing out the presents. Everyone goes one by one, you and Ashton last. You open your presents, a sweater from Ashton, a purse from his mom, a CD from his brother, and a stuffed polar bear from his sister. Ashton nudges you and smiles handing you a small box. “Babe before you open it. I just want you to know, I love you.” “I love you too Ash.” You unwrap the present, to see a beautiful ring on a chain. “Ashton, what’s-” “I know how you feel about rings and stuff so I made the jeweler put it on a chain. It… um… I was wondering if you would be my bride.”


“Y/NNNNN. How many ornaments left?! This tree has too many!” Luke complains. You roll your eyes and hand him another. “ Only 50 or 60 more Luke. And hey! I decorated the whole bottom of the tree! It’s not my fault you’re taller so you are decorating the top.” “But I don’t like doing it alone Y/N. How about this?” Luke says as he lifts you up onto his shoulders, giving you the height you need to decorate the top of the tree. “Well I guess this works Lukey.” you say, leaning down and kissing his forehead as he hands you another ornament. You both finish decorating the tree and take a picture with it. Luke kisses your forehead and smiles. “Our first Christmas together, hopefully there will be many more.” “OF course there will be. We’re going to be together forever.” Luke pulls you up into his arms and kiss you deeply. “Babe, I have something to ask you… but I um… I was going to do it tomorrow… I can’t wait.” Looking up at Luke you hold his hand. Luke lets go and walks over to the tree, picking up an ornament and smashing it. “LUKE WHAT THE HELL. WE JUST PUT THAT ONE UP!” Luke raises his hands defensively as he kneels down in the broken glass. “Look I will explain right now and it will all make sense… If I could find the stupid thing!” You just look at Luke like he is crazy as he smashes yet another ornament. “ I just… okay this was supposed to be so much more romantic, but Michael gave me the idea while I was drunk and now it just seems stupid. AHA FOUND IT!!!!” You sigh and put your head in your hands looking at the ground. 'I am in love… with an idiot.’ you think to yourself. Luke kneels in front of you, and looks directly into your eyes, lifting your chin to look at him. “Okay I know none of this had made sense so far and it kind of looked like I had a mental breakdown right there, but this is what I was looking for. I had put it in an ornament thinking that would be a good romantic way to ask you…” he says, placing a beautiful ring in your hand and closing it. “Marry Me? I’m not crazy I promise.”


It was Christmas eve and you were out buying last minute Christmas presents when you met him. He’d been doing the exact same thing and you had both stood by the beauty products wondering what to buy your mothers for Christmas.“What do you think my mum would like?” He asked you, looking embarrassed. “I can’t even decide what to buy my own mother!” You’d replied, blushing slightly. “Well maybe between us we can decide?” He had suggested. The two of you had spent about twenty minute debating various products until you’d decided on a present for both of your mothers. “Can I buy you a coffee to say thank you for your help?” He had asked, smiling nervously at you. “You can although I didn’t really help.”“I just need an excuse to ask you for a coffee.” he laughed.

The two of you had gone to a local coffee shop and had sat talking, getting to know each other as the snow began to fall outside the window, glistening in the lights from the Christmas decorations. It was beautiful outside but you much preferred being inside getting to know Michael.  You’d discovered that the two of you had a lot in common and he seemed like a really cute (punk rock) guy. He’d invited you to his new years eve party which you had agreed to go to and you both swapped numbers.

Four years later you were still together. It was your fourth anniversary of meeting each other and you were celebrating together by the fire in your flat watching films with the Christmas tree lights sparkling in the darkness of the room. You had both just watched a documentary on blink-182 for the 6th time together as a couple.

“I love you so much.” Michael whispered as he began to place kisses on your neck. “I love you too. I love you more than Christmas.” “Marry me?” He asks, his lips against your ear. A shiver runs down your spine and you begin to get goose bumps all up your arms. “Are you being serious?” You ask, a blush rising in your cheeks. “Yes. Hold on a minute.” He got up and left you for a second as he crawled over to the tree. He returned with a package and placed it in your hands. “Open it.” He whispered before briefly kissing you.

You undid the present, trying to stop your hands from shaking too much. He’d given you a box which had the most beautiful engagement ring nestled inside it against your favorite shade of silk.  “Oh my god it’s beautiful. You really want to marry me?” You ask, admiring the ring that lay in your hands. “Yes. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you, I love you so much. Marry me Y/N?”