i had to sorry this picture is too perfect

anonymous asked:

Concept: MareCal daughter named Theodosia

OooOo interesting concept.

Ok so ever since Mare dragged Cal into the theater and forced him to watch Hamilton with her, even though he’s listened to the whole thing on Spotify and won’t admit it that he tears up a bit on “It would be enough” and knows every single lyric he fell in love with the name Theodosia after listening to “Wait for it.” Of course Farley and Shade get dragged along, and Farley’s already listened to it as well, but won’t admit to it due to Shade's​ inveitable teasing. She is officially hamiltrash, and secretly aspires to be Angelica. (Though don’t take my word for it, I haven’t finished listening to it, I know, I’m horrible)

The Ballpit

“Theodosia!” Mare called out for what seemed like the hundredth time, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Theodosia! Cal!” No response. Again. Mare huffed out a sigh of frustration and fought the flutter of panic flapping around in her stomach. Surely they were both fine. Well, forget about Cal. He knew his way around the mall. It was Theodosia she was more concerned about. She fought her way through the tide of toddlers that swarmed by her legs. Mare cringed at the high pitched wails of a child nearby as he fell off the mini teeter totter. His mother, she assumed, rushed towards him.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for one familiar, chubby little face. Her panic only increased tenfold as the minutes ticked by. Her phone had died a few hours earlier, and she had forgotten her wallet, so there was no chance of her using a payphone. Mare supposed she could ask for the money, but some foolish part of her rebelled at the thought of asking anyone for anything. And so, she continued on with her fruitless search.

11:58, her watch read. That meant she’d been searching for 20 minutes. Groaning, Mare raked a hand through her scalp, coming to the realization that she just be the worst mother in the world. How could she have possibly lost her child? Maybe this was how her mother had felt when Mare had slipped away while they were visiting an amusement park on a family vacation. Mare remembered being fascinated with the large machines. But mostly, it had been the adorable stuffed penguin that sat by the whack-a-mole booth. Long story short, sometimes she couldn’t help her tiny thieving fingers.

A small giggle drew her attention away from the memory. It seemed to come out of nowhere. Another giggle. Mare tilted her head, angling her ear to the noise. It sounded strangely familiar. Another voice responded. Deeper. Also familiar. Almost like–

Cal.

Mare gritted her teeth and stomped off to the sound. Oh, when she got her hands on him, she would scream his ears off for worrying her like this.

She came to a stop in front of a thin black net encasing the small ball pit. And sure enough, inside was Cal and Theodosia. She squealed as Cal tickled her sides, squirming in his arms. Her small hand grasped a yellow ball, and she hurled it at his face, temporarily distracting him. But Cal didn’t seem to mind at all. He only smiled wider. Mare thought she ought to have been feeling a bit maternal at the sight, but all she could think about was screaming at him.

Theodosia dived under the brightly painted balls, and Cal’s eyes widened. Mare was sure she looked the same. Theodosia popped up only a few seconds later, spitting a ball out of her mouth to reveal a wide toothed grin. Her amber eyes were bright with happiness. Mare breathed out a small sigh of relief. “Haha I won!” she said triumphantly, puffing out her chest a little in pride. Cal only shook his head in relief. “Of course you did, Dosi. Just don’t ever try that again. Not with your mother watching and plotting a way to murder me.” He scooped her up into his arms, turning to face Mare. She glared down at him, and he smiled sheepishly. “Sorry love, I lost track of time.” He slowly made his way out of the ball pit, as if stalling Mare’s inveitable scolding.

“You had me worried, Cal!” she cried. “Don’t you ever, ever do something like that again!” His expression softened her outburst. “Alright, alright. I truly am sorry. It won’t happen again.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and Mare leaned into him, wrapping her arms around Theodosia. “I’m sowwy too mommy. But it’s all daddy’s fault! I had nothing to with it,” Theodosia said, widening her eyes to a perfect picture of innocence. Mare smiled at her. “You’re quite the little actress, aren’t you? So what, your father forced you to play?”

“Yes! He tickled me until I agreed,” she protested. “I told him mommy would be mad but he gave me candy.” Mare raised her brow at Cal who flushed in response. “That was supposed to be our secret!” he whispered. Theodosia’s eyes went wide. “Oops,” she mumbled. Mare shook her head, sighing as she did so. “Come on you two. Let’s go home.”

Well that was my first prompt thingy. Hope you all enjoyed it!!

Pet Tag Predicament- Josh Dun

REQUESTED!!! So sorry it took a long time. Shit happens though.

“Oh hey guys it’s Y/N here and welcome to this week’s video where you guys requested I do the animal tag. So let’s get to it.” you said to your camera.

Josh sat behind the camera with your dog and cat ready to hand them to you once you asked. You had been dating for the past 5 months and he always helped you with your filming.

“So I’m gonna start out with my cat, his name is Jasper and he’s a Maine coon. I got him when I graduated from college 4 years ago, so I wouldn’t be so lonely.” you started. You continued to talk about how, where, and why you got the cat.

Once you were finished with the cat you put the cat down on the floor.

“Babe, can I have the dog now?” you asked Josh.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” Josh asked keeping the dog in his lap.

“What are you scared our ‘child’ will get to use to the fame.” you joked.

“You know what I mean Y/N. I’ve posted pictures of her on my social media and some of your subscribers might realize that it’s the same dog. I don’t want our relationship public.” he said.

“Josh nobody will pick up on it. Please.”  you begged him.

“Fine.”

“Okay so this is my dog Gracie.” you started before Josh handed you the dog. Holding your hands out Josh handed the dog over.

“We- I mean I got her 3 weeks ago and she’s a boston terrier.” you continued answering all the questions that the tag required.

“Okay, so that’s all for today. Thanks for watching and remember to subscribe and like this video. Bye!” you said and Josh turned off the camera for you.

“Are you going to edit out the part where we talked. I don’t want them recognizing my voice.” Josh said with a slight panicked tone.

“Yes Josh, I always do. Why are you so freaked right now?” you said as you started putting away your filming equipment.

“I just don’t want people knowing about us yet. I really like where our relationship is and i don’t want anything getting in the way of it.” he said coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you waist.

You let him pull you into a hug and you turned to face him and placed a kiss on his lips.

“Nothing can get in the way of us as long as we don’t allow it to.” you said.

He gave you a smile and kissed you again.  

“I love you Y/N. you know that right?”

“Yes, I do. Now let’s go get some food then I’m gonna start editing the video.”

That night you spent 2 hours editing the 6 minute video. You got all of Josh out of the video except one part. You didn’t realize at the time but when you started talking about the dog Josh still had her and you  couldn’t edit it out because it had important information. You also realized that when he handed you Gracie that a part of his tattooed arm showed. There was no way to get rid of it without messing up that whole part of the video.

You didn’t really care if people knew, I mean they were gonna find out eventually right?

Josh was the one having a hard time telling people. You were ready but for some reason he just wasn’t.

The next day you uploaded the video and you always liked to watch it with Josh.

“Hey babe, wanna watch the video with me?” you asked when Josh came over that day.

“Sure. Has anyone caught on yet, you know to Gracie?” he asked when he sat down next to you on your couch.

You just shrugged and played the video. You sat cuddled up next to Josh as you both watch. Then it came to the part where Josh showed in the video.

“Y/N I thought you said you got all of me out of the video.” Josh said sitting up.

“Look, I tried my best. I’m sorry.” you said sitting up as well.

Josh stood up and started to walk away. He looked really pissed off. It wasn’t that big of a deal, so why was he freaking out.

“Josh where are you going?” you asked.

“I wanted to protect you.” he said pulling out his phone and opening twitter. You just stood there looking at him while he looked at his phone. “Well now people know Y/N. I can’t protect you anymore.” he said looking back up at you.

At this point you realized why he didn’t want anyone to know. “Josh I’m sorry. I did my best. I know you want to protect me but from what?” you asked moving towards him.

“People can be harsh Y/N. I love you and I have since day one. I just want to be there and I don’t want people to say anything bad about you.” he said pulling you into a hug.

“Josh I don’t care what they say. I know you love me and I love you so, so much.they can say what they want, but I know most people will be okay with this. I mean look the people who are saying we are together are saying that it is a perfect match.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry I got mad. I love you.” he gave you a loving kiss and they just held your hand looking into your eyes.

“I love you too. Now what do you say we make it officially official and tell both of our fans.”

“As long as you’re ready, I am.” he said.

You pulled out your phone and began looking through some of your favorite pictures you had of the two of you. You picked a picture where he had his smile where his eyes disappeared and you were laughing at him. You posted it on instagram and wrote a caption that said ‘wow I love this man. Let’s date.’

Then he posted a picture of you two dancing in front of a mirror. He captioned it ‘let’s date babe. Love you.’

You wanted to make the fans put the pieces together and they did. You phone was blowing up with comments and tweets and support.

“See I told you they would be okay with it.” you said to Josh later that night.

“You’re right, maybe I should listen to you more often.” he said.

“You should.” you joked. “I love you.”

“I love you too Y/N. Thanks for being such a great person and girlfriend.”

anonymous asked:

Hey hey, could I please ask for a JugheadxReader with #46&23? Love your writing!!

46. “Will you still be here when I wake up?”
23. “Last night was a mistake.” 

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Warnings: Implied/Smut, Maybe some slight cursing, alcohol.

A/N: Thanks for requesting, nonnie! :)
And this is based off the television Juggie- hence the smut.

Tag List; @dempsey-mantle @sunshine51879 @day-dreaming-nightmare @emotional-wrek-hello @aezthetically @nafa1604 @theselfishllama

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It was just a party. You had been to millions of these before. But this one had been completely different because your best friend and crush, Jughead Jones had been there, too.
And, stupidly, after you had a few drinks you wandered to where he was. You knew he hated his birthday, parties, and people in general. Suddenly you felt very terrible about the fact that you had took place in the party and had left him out there all by himself.
“Hey.” You sighed, taking a seat next to him on the small chair.
He rolled his eyes, “You’re drunk.”
You shook your head, “Tipsy. And besides, that doesn’t matter. I’m sorry. I should have been in here with you and instead I went out there with them and ended up drinking and forgetting all about you. I’m such a terrible fucking friend.” You groaned.
“No, you’re not.” He replied, continuing to play with Vegas’s ear. “I’m glad you’re having fun.”
“That’s not the point. I should be having fun with you. It is your birthday. And even though you hate it- which I totally get, by the way- we should have some sort of fun. We can ditch this party together. We can ignore the fact that it’s your birthday. It’s just another day.” You shrugged.
He chuckled slightly at that. “What did you have in mind?”
You glanced at him, shrugged again. But you couldn’t find it in you to speak all of the sudden. And maybe it was the alcohol you had consumed that night that gave you the confidence you needed to do what you were about to do, and maybe not. But you were grateful you were finally doing this.
When your lips touched his, he didn’t fight back. Actually, he invited it. And you kissed him harder, climbing into his lap.


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Nursery (JB)

Originally posted by jaesbum

Type: Fluff

Request: Always here for baby scenarios xD JB from Got7, preparing the baby room! Already dead bye.


Since the moment the doctors could tell Jaebum the gender of his baby was. He was ready to make the nursery perfect for his son. Woontaek. “Babe” he said stopping you within a hardware store “citron is a good color in his room” he said as you he wrapped around your waist and rested his hands on your stomach “you bought a crib and a changing table. Are you sure you want to get paint as well?” you ask as he nods. “I should paint before I build a crib and changing table” he said. 

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You rubbed your tummy as you watched Jaebum paint the walls the pretty citron colors. “It’s a nice color” you say as he turns to you covered in paint “it’s better than standard blues and greens” he said as he started to paint again. 

Once he was done painting he started his work on the crib which seemed to cause him the most trouble. “Do you want me to read that to you?” you asked him as he sent you a glare “I got this. Go eat pizza and applesauce like you wanted to” he said ushering you off. You sent him a glare as you walked out of the nursery and to the kitchen leaving him there alone to work.

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He was happy doing his projects for his little boy and as he finished setting up everything for your son he finally called you into the nursery. He had spent months getting everything ready to the point you were about ready to pop. “Babe it’s done. I think Woontaek will love it all” he said as he pulled you in and sat you down in the plush chair. You looked around at the bright walls covered in baby artwork, pictures of GOT7, and Woontaek’s ultrasounds. The bed had dinosaur patterns on it. The room was full of gifts from his uncles. “I see you put a lot of care into this” you say as he kneels down beside you and took your hand into his.

“I’m sorry I have been rude to you recently. I love you and out baby boy and it had to be perfect” he said as you smiled and leaned over and kissed his lips lightly. “Thank you for all your hard work” you said as he nodded. “I love you” he repeats “I love you too” you said as he smiles. “I can’t wait for you to come to the world” he coos to your belly as he presses many kisses against it.

“Jeon Jungkook, why did you post this picture on Twitter? Please explain before I kill you”

“I don’t understand, what’s wrong with that…”

“I’m fucking sleeping and I put this scarf on, because my face was shitty.”

“I still don’t understand… your face is just perfect as always”

“My face is… what did you…?”

“That your face is perfect, as your hair and your expression. I just thought that something so beautiful had to be captured with a picture…”

“Jungkookie why are you so… embarrassing?”

“I’m not…I’m just …adoring you”

“A little bit too much”

“Does this make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry.”

.

.

.

“Ahh… I wish I didn’t love you so much and I wish your face didn’t look like a frustrated puppy.”

“So does it work?”

“Shut up and kiss me, brat”

anonymous asked:

Heey!^^ What would the Nordics do if their chubby s/o started working out and eating more healthy, but sometimes they get really insecure about their body and thinks that they will never be skinny and beautiful?

Denmark:

“Awe elsker~ your already beautiful”

  • Supportive man-child to the rescue! 
  • He loves his s/o and if they want something he will make it his life goal to make them happy
  • If his s/o is at a weight that is causing damage to their body he’ll help them make diet plans and exercise routines 
  • If they’re just pudgy he’ll just tell them they’re perfect in his eyes
  • Babe does have a limit though if his s/o believes that they’ll never be beautiful he will sit them on his lap and name EVERY. SINGLE. REASON. on why he loves them
  • He’ll workout with them so that they don’t get lonely

Sweden:

“…’ou still look good to me”

  • He loves the pudge, and the pudge loves him
  • However If his s/o has a major weight problem he’ll plan fun activities to do together, Like Ice skating or football (soccer for you american folk
  • He can’t figure out why they’re insecure no matter how hard he trys he just can’t
  • He’ll leave little notes around the house telling them how much he loves them.
  • Puts his glasses on his s/o to let them see them self threw his eyes.
  • “Sweden I can’t see” “’es ‘ou can…’ou are lookin ‘ough my eyes” (He can’t see without them)

Norway:

“Shut up, you look great and you’re the only one who can’t see it”

  • Gets pissed of more that anything
  • His s/o is bashing themselves, they are bashing his taste, THEY ARE LOW-KEY SAYING HE HAS BAD TASTE
  • He has AMAZING taste (especially when it comes to his s/o)
  • He will have a full blown argument with his s/o till they believe they’re beautiful no matter what they look like.
  • May give in and let them go on a light diet (He thinks they’re perfect and really just likes them just the way they are)
  • He’ll go skiing and snowboarding with his s/o for exercise 

Finland:

“B-but, s/o…your perfect already”

  • Okay HOLD THE DUCK UP, HAVE YOU SEEN HIS EXPLODING CLOTHES PICTURE!? 
  • HE’S A CHUBBY BUNNY TOO!!!

(I’m sorry but I had to, He’s a just adorable)

  • He completely understands and fully supports your decision  
  • But as soon as they talk smack about themself he self implodes
  • He will spend hours gloating them and how talk about how amazing they are.

Iceland:

“You still look better than me…Theirs a plus”

  • Has no idea how to handle the situation 
  • He puts himself down to pull his s/o up 
  • He’ll try to do a diet with his s/o and eat a pizza 5 minuets after he agrees to it
  • Try’s to do exercise with them and curls up in a ball after an hour (This is just me but I try to work out at least 4 hours a week, I’m a competition baby) 
  • Baby needs to be dragged back to the house, he can’t walk after putting in effort.
  • But hey, he tried to support you and that’s worth brownie points
I Can’t Forget You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky feels the need to take pictures of the things he treasures so he doesn’t forget them.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word Count: 1,018

A/N: This is only my second one shot, so I’m still getting used to this. I don’t really know how I feel about it. But thank you to all of those who followed me and/or read, liked, and reblogged my last one shot, it means a lot. Please request anything or give me feedback here. I’m completely open to and greatly appreciate constructive criticism. If you want to be tagged in my future writing, just send me a message! I hope you enjoy! ily all :~~)

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anonymous asked:

Can you make a gif reaction when BTS Are dirty talking to you? ( sorry if its too sexual) Thank you lovely

Yesh of course, but bare with me because i’m not that good with dirty talking xD

BTS Talking Dirty To You (Reaction/Request)

Jin:
“Princess” He would say while walking closer and closer to you, his hands slam against the wall, pushing you up against it making sure that you couldn’t escape no matter what.
“Look at me, princess” He says, lifting your chin up to him. You looked into his lustful eyes, “Jin… Are you okay..? You aren’t usually like this”
“Of course I’m okay. Do you not think I’m capable of doing these kinds of things too? Do you think I’m just a sweet, caring, and gentle (Handsome) man that wouldn’t dare touch my girlfriend until marriage?” You gulped, “I think I need to teach you a lesson” He slams into your lips, he broke it and spoke slowly, heavily breathing, “People aren’t always what they appear to be, my darling”

Originally posted by jungkooksarms

RapMon:
“Babyyyy~”
“Namjoonie~”
“Come here please~”
“Okay, just a minute, I want to finish up some work first. Did you need something?”
“NaHhHHAhhHHh It’s nothing” *Whispers to himself* “I’m just really horny and I could use something to relieve the tension is all…” He sighs looking at you in the other room, noticing that it was now empty.
“Uhh… Babe..?”
“So, you need something to relieve the tension, huh?” You suddenly say, surprising him from behind the couch.
“Wait, You heard me?! I mea-”
“Yes or no Namjoonie?” You say while playfully petting his hair, “Aish… Baby, yes I would like you right no- Wait. No. Let me rephrase that. I Need you right now baby…”

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Jimin:
You weren’t even halfway through unlocking your door when Jimin opened it out of nowhere and pulled you inside harshly and shoved his phone in your face, “Jagi… If you don’t mind me asking… WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME WOMAN?” Once you get a clear sense of what just happened, your focus went to the bright screen in front of you. A lady wearing Black and blue laced lingerie standing in front of a mirror.
“Oh… Hehe” You snicker.
“NO! Don’t laugh at me! Do you know how many times I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom just so I could examine this picture of you and your perfect hair, your perfect figure” You started undoing your coat, showing your sheer shirt that you obviously knew he could see the lingerie you were wearing in the picture. He swallowed and licked his lips before continuing, “your perfect… body… your.. perfect… posture… Dammit. I can’t contain myself anymore! I have been holding myself back all day” He runs up to you, picks you up in his arms and devours your lips, “You’re too perfect for me Jagi…”

Originally posted by hugtae

Sorry if it’s bad, I’m not very good at this… But I’m gonna do two parts since this seems pretty long xD It’ll be up soon, Don’t worry!
~Admin Luna

anonymous asked:

Hello!! I just wanted to say that I've been following you for a pretty long time now (I think over a year and a half) and your art has grown and improved so much and it's very inspiring! I was wondering how you draw bodies so they don't just look like noodles with decent heads (because that is all my art is right now, noodles with human heads)

2014 vs 2016

hello!! i think this is a problem many of us face actually, and it’s really about expanding your mind to me? we have to just really detach ourselves from our drawings to look at it from a third party’s perspective. 

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                 Mila had been snapping photos as she was out and about. She had stopped abruptly when she found the perfect photo. When she turned, she realized she was in someone’s way. “Oh shoot, sorry.. I’m so sorry. I’ll move, I just had to take a picture, it was too good to not take a picture of it..” She told the person, stepping aside slightly. 

I get so mad at myself for getting so jealous of people who had nice lives growing up.
Its an automatic turn off.
Sorry but i can’t relate to your picture perfect life and how your parents never kept you awake by fighting and screaming and cussing and punching and breaking shit every other night.
Thus creating the creature you see before you.
20 years later and I still can’t sleep if the house is too quiet.
Because silence is so loud to me and pregnant with (delusions of) negative energy.
My creative mind is a curse. My imagination works against me.
Nightmares of sitting at the dinner table and realizing too late that I forgot to put his beer on the table.
Nightmares of a face with too many eyes and teeth.
And my voice never works. I know im dreaming but I can’t even force myself to wake up.
And I can’t even tell anyone about my actual life because it makes them feel obligated to feel sad or pity me or one up me like its a game of who’s life was worse.
“"You werent allowed to have a phone, well I wasn’t allowed to eat cake for breakfast”“
I don’t mean to dwell but it won’t go away. I’m ruined and broken.
My memory bank is full of scratched records.
And when I open my mouth all that comes out is static.

swanguk  asked:

I KNOW SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE SAID THIS ALREADY BUT I HAVE TO SAY IT TOO THE LIONHEARTS OATH WAS SO GOOD AND I HAD A FEELING IT WOULD END LIKE THAT BUT I WASNT READY. the way you describe every moment with such detail and amazing word choice makes it so I can picture everything like I'm there and feel everything. Also I'm such trash for fantasy aus after seeing beauty and the beast so this was perfect timing to destroy my heart in the best way haha ILY NEVER STOP WRITING YOURE AMAZING AT IT❤

o m g thank you so much???? My poor little heart exploded in bliss as I read this message, it truly means the entire world to me <3 

The Girl | TBS

A/N: this sweet imagine is inspired by anon and this wonderful song. cry with me as read all this fluff that’s gonna be thrown at you  it’s best of you to listen to the song as you read this story. Trust me.

Pairing: Reader x Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Warnings: feels. lots and LOTS of feels. You will cry at some point, beLIEVE me 

Word Count: 2712

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It’s your 5 year anniversary with the one and only, Thomas Sangster.

Life was pretty hectic at times, with him traveling for movie productions and you being a photographer, there would be weeks at a time where you wouldn’t see each other.

And when there’s a relationship, there’s always the haters. The minute fans found out that you and Thomas were a thing, there was backlash. You remember the one time in Comic Con a girl jumped onto stage and threw water at you. Since then, there’s been at least one security guard looking after you and Thomas.

It’s a chilly December morning and you got a call saying a client needed some pictures for their wedding photo. 

You willingly said yes, telling the couple that you knew a lot of beatiful places to take candid shots in Hyde Park. Even though it’s 8 AM here, the photo shoot would take up almost the whole day.

You notified the couple to bring some ice skates; that you might enter into ‘Winter Wonderland.’

You practically heard the couple scream in delight as you bid them a goodbye.

As you were packing your camera, you heard your phone ring. You picked up the phone and immediately grinned when you found out who the person was.

“Hey, Y/N” Thomas beamed through the phone, “I miss you so much.”

“Hey, sweetie, how’s work cutting out for you?” you asked as put the finishing touches to your bag.

“Well, we wrapped up yesterday afternoon, and they told me I’m allowed a 1 month break,” Thomas said.

“That’s amazing!” you gasped, “Are you on your way home right now?”

Although Thomas was doing interviews in the States, he knew his way around the system. 

“I’m not quite sure, there’s an airplane that leaves in 45 minutes, and I think I might head on over to you,” Thomas said.

“But it’s 12 AM over there!” you exclaimed, “aren’t you going to get jet lag when I see you.”

“That might be the case, but I’ll do anything to be with you,” Thomas said.

You let out a heavy sigh. This would the third time this year where Thomas wouldn’t be in England the same day. Although jet lag is a problem, you haven’t told him about your job right now.

Ever since you and Thomas became a thing, people would actually look at your work in the photography industry. No longer were you the local photographer You would travel the world and see new places, wanting to have beautiful weddings like the ones you’ve seen. However, Thomas said to ‘give it some time.’

“Well, take all the time you want,” you explained, “because I’ve got clients waiting for me at Hyde Park. I’m making their photoshoot a snow-centered one.”

“Sounds very romantic,” Thomas chuckled, “we should definitely do that sometime.”

“That’s if you ever get your arse back here, moron,” you teased.

“Your British is so bad,” Thomas said as he imitated and SoCal accent.

“Not all Californians sound like surfers, Thomas,” you chuckled as you walked to your car. 

“Based on what I’ve heard and seen, I beg to differ,” Thomas laughed.

“Whatever Thomas. Hey, I gotta go do my thing. Call me when you get here alright?” you said.

“Have fun! But not too much fun,” Thomas said as you heard his laugh through the phone.

“I’ll catch you later,” you sighed as you hung up and headed to Hyde Park.

It’s time to get the show on the road.

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“Ok, now try to twirl in a circle and do some funny pose!” you ordered.

It’s already after midday, and you were having an absolute blast.

As snow came down, it made the scenery even more beautiful than it was.

The couple was very interacting throughout the whole shoot, and it made you swell up. It was quite funny how they met, too. Jackie, the bride-to-be, said they met when they were at a cousin’s wedding, when Jackie was 19 and Ethan was 20. Ethan, the groom, said when they first met, Jackie thought he was the most annoying person ever. Apparently Ethan was a crappy flirter, and throughout the wedding, he would try to have some conversation with her, but horribly fail. Jackie eventually came through at the very end of the wedding. And since then, they have been together for 10 years. 

“10 years is such a long time,” you finally said, “I’m so proud that you guys are getting married. It’s such a wonderful thing, quite frankly.”

You told that you if you can have a 15 minute break, and without hesitation they said yes.

“You’ve done so much for us,” Ethan thanked, “we can never thank you enough.”

As they went for a few more rounds around the rink, you took out your phone to check the time: 1:23 PM. 

You decided to ring Thomas up to see if he landed or not, but he never picked up the phone. You left him a voicemail saying how much you loved your clients and how much you missed him.

As you hung up, you stared at your surroundings. The kids laughing with joy, couples skating together, teenagers huddled around keeping warm from the snow. It all seem… distant to you. You started to remember flashbacks from your first date with Thomas, it was under a cherry blossom tree during the spring. If only he was here now…

You snapped back to reality as you had the sudden urge to got back to that tree. 

You skated up to Jackie and Ethan and said, “I have a perfect place to shoot some pictures.”

As you lead the couple to the spot, you felt your phone ring. It was Thomas.

“Hey, I miss you,” you said in a hushed tone.

“I miss you too, Y/N” Thomas sighed as a long silence came ahead.

“You’re not coming home, aren’t you,” you simply put it.

“I’m in New York at the moment,” Thomas hesitated, “But I think my flight is going to be delayed for another 2 hours. Sorry babe.”

You stayed quiet for a minute. “It’s okay, Thomas. I know it’s not your fault. I’m still working with the couple anyways. They’re a fabulous duo, might I add.”

“Must be marvelous over there,” Thomas said, “Well, I can’t keep talking to you. You’ve got your job to do.”

“I know..” you mumbled, “See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too, babe,” Thomas cooed, sadness in his voice as both of you hung up.

You didn’t realize that you had a tear coming down your face until Jackie came up from behind and said, “Honey, are you okay?”

“Yea, I’m fine,” you sniffled, “it’s just my allergies acting up. Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?” Ethan asked, concern in his voice, “because we can take another break, if you want.”

“No, no! It’s okay,” you stuttered, “I’m from Southern California, and sometimes this weather takes me by surprise.”

The couple kept insisting to take another break, but you told them that the tree was up ahead.

You knew during the winter, cherry blossoms weren’t obviously in season, but this specific tree seemed to never lose it’s little petals. It was a hotspot for couples, but for those who had the guts to be here in the snowy weather. The little petals stood out in the white snow, and since the days were shorter, it made the scenery even more beautiful.

“Wow, it’s even better than I remembered,” you gasped.

“Y/N, this is so beautiful!” Jackie said, “how on earth did you ever find it?”

Jackie gave a valid reason. The three of you were secluded off, tiny hills covering the tree. You would hear the occasional laugh or screech from families, but other than that, it was perfect.

“Aw, you don’t have to thank me!” you gushed, “You can thank Thom- no wait never mind.”

“Go on, dear,” Jackie said, “We won’t judge you.”

“It’s just, it reminds me of Thomas,” you simply said.

“Oh, he sounds like a wonderful person,” Jackie said, “unless, of course, he’s your ex-boyfriend. Then he’s considered a bad person.”

“He’s my boyfriend, we’ve been going out for five years,” you chuckled.

“Things are good, life’s alright… but I never get to see him,” you added, “he’s in the States right because his flight got cancelled for two more hours. It really sucks because today marks our 5 year anniversary. I actually thought he would make it…”

“I never get to see him now that has to do so many interviews, and honestly, it’s one of the reasons I do this job. It’s kind of like a ddistraction so I don’t miss him too much, but it still hurts. I have picture of him, it was taken on this exact same spot you guys are standing.”

You took out your phone and showed Jackie and Ethan a picture of you and Thomas holding each other while ice skating. It was taken in January, and you remembered Thomas telling you that his current movie was a huge success.

“You guys look absolutely adorable,” Jackie said, “Remember we were like that, Ethan?”

"It was a nice time for us,” Ethan added, “I know you might have heard this an annoying amount of times, but have you guys ever thought of getting married?" 

"Well, actually I’ve thought about it, but Thomas has said to give it some time,” yous sighed, realizing you had a few tears running down your face. 

Jackie handed you some Kleenex out of her purse, and you blew your nose a little too loudly.

Ethan’s phone rang and he excused himself off to the side. Jackie started rubbing your back and you lost it.

"Oh honey it’s okay, stuff like this always happen. I remember when Ethan was offered a job in New York when we were living here. It’s hard,” Jackie consoled.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you blubbered, “I just messed up your guys’ photoshoot. I’m deeply sorry I’ll give you guys a refund.”

“What are you talking about, you’re doing fantastic! I’ve never seen such a photographer dedicated to every client! I love how you’ll listen to our stories, because it’s what helps setting the mood for the picture! I take photos from time to time, and I know what exactly you’re trying to capture, I couldn’t thank you enough” Jackie praised.

 ”Oh it’s nothing,” you said, wiping a tear away, “when it comes to wedding shoots, I really like to capture the essence of the couple that’s getting married. Couples have actually told me that they’ve fallen all over again for each other.

"I remember an old couple that have married for 60 years, they told me that they felt young again when I did their photo shoot. I don’t know man, but I guess I have that ‘magical’ touch.”

“And that’s why people love your work; because you can relate to everyone. Plus you aren’t rude and demanding like the majority of photographers. You make it fun!” Ethan said as he walked up to you and Jackie.

It was now 8:30, and it got pretty dark. You were about to tell the couple to pack it up and maybe go back to your studio, when suddenly a bright white light blinded your eyes. 

"What in the…” you groaned as you tried to see what was the bight light.

Turns out the cherry tree you were taking pictures at was lit up with sparkly white lights, and it look gorgeous.

“What a view!” Ethan said, sarcasm in his voice, “did you plan this?”

“No I didn’t…:” you whispered, “but it gives it a nice touch. How about a few more pictures under this?”

“Wonderful!” the couple sang.

You composed yourself and started to get your groove again, satisfied at the work you’re doing.

Just as you were taking the final shots of the couple, you started to hear the strums of a guitar.

“Oh, Y/N, can I see your camera for a bit?” Jackie asked, “I just wanna see the pictures.”

“Sure, sure!” you said in a rush as you handed her the camera, frantically trying to find the search of the sound. 

You probably looked stupid, but you had no clue where the sound was coming from.

As you turned away from the tree, you heard 6 more guitars playing, and now you were real confused.

Then, you heard someone singing, softly but you could decipher few of the lyrics:

        I wish I could do better by you

        ‘Cause that’s what you deserve

        You sacrifice so much of your life 

        in order for this to work

It was Thomas. He’s singing the song that he serenaded to you.

Soon, a hoard of about 40 people came behind Thomas, all singing along to the song. It was all your closest friends and a couple of family members. They all came and that just creeped you out. It’s not even Christmas, so what’s the damn rush.

Everyone was so into the song, and they all surrounded you and the tree, realizing Ethan and Jackie joined into the circle and sang along. Turns out Jackie was taking some candid photos of you.

“You go, Y/N! Pose for me, darling!” Jackie cheered as you did some funny poses.

        But you don’t ask for no diamond rings

        No delicate string of pearls

        That’s why I wrote this song to sing

        My beautiful girl 

As the last verse played, all you heard were cheers and claps, but no signs of Thomas.

“Looking for someone?” a voice said behind you.

“You came!” you screeched as you tightly hugged Thomas, “I thought you wouldn’t make it!”

“Like I said, I’ll do anything to be with you,” Thomas whispered as he leaned in for a kiss.

Everyone ‘awed’ and started clapping and cheering for the two of you. It felt since forever being with Thomas. 

Then out of nowhere, Thomas let go of your embrace, giving a subtle nod to a friend. 

“Y/N, these past 5 years have been ridiculously ridiculous,” Thomas announced, earning chuckles from the crowd.

“This past year has been especially rough with all the shooting and interviews and touring. Heck, I thought I wasn’t living!” Thomas added, “And while I was away, it made me realize something: it made me realize that I need you. Not all that one more year crap. I mean stay with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

"Which is why, Y/N Y/L/N, I want to take your hand in marriage.” Thomas said, as he bent down in one knee. 

“Holy crap, holy crap!” you screamed out as you started to cry. 

“Y/N, will you marry me?” Thomas asked as he opened a small blue box with the diamond ring shining.

“Yes, yes Thomas, yes!” you yelled as he picked you up and spun you around. 

Jackie quickly got to work as she took pictures of the two of you, a roar of cheering heard throughout.

“I’m so glad you said yes, Y/N,” Jackie gushed, “You have to give major props to Thomas though, he was the one who planned it out!”

“Really?” you gasped, “How? When!”

“Well,” Thomas explained, “When I was in the States, I ran into Jackie, she was my photographer for a magazine photoshoot. When I heard she need someone to take her photos, I said you were the perfect one. We were gonna do it Christmas day, but this could be a present, right?”

“Oh Thomas, this is so wonderful!” you cried, “how did you ever pull this off?”

“Remember the phone call that Ethan got? That was me.” Thomas beamed.

“Congrats on the engagement, man,” Ethan said as he patted Thomas on the back.

The 6 guitar players then got their instrument and started to play, making everyone cheer and start dancing.

“Care for a dance, Mrs. Brodie- Sangster,” Thomas proposed as you giggled.

“Don’t mind if I do, Mr. Thomas,” you replied as the two of you slow danced.

Snow started to fall, and it was the perfect way to end the wonderful day.

“I love you, Y/N, with all my heart,” Thomas said as you held onto him. 

You were truly now in a winter wonderland.

A/N: has no words bc this took me TWO DAYS to write. again i would LOVE to thank anon for this prompt and i just. im crying this is so sweet holy shit. anyways, stay fabulous and CHEERS TO THE NEWTLY- WEDS ba dum tiss. -mayra xx

Taylor Swift talking about Back To December

“Back To December is a song that addresses a first for me. In that I’ve never apologized in a song before. Whether it be good or bad or an apology. The person I wrote this song about deserves this. This is about a person who was incredible to me- just perfect in a relationship- and I was very careless with him. So, this is a song full of words that I would say to him that he deserves to hear.


I’ve never felt the need to apologize in a song before, but in the last two years I’ve experienced a lot, a lot of different kinds of learning lessons And sometimes you learn a lesson too late and at that point you need to apologize because you were careless. [‘Back To December’] is about a person who was incredible to me, just perfect to me in a relationship, and I was really careless with him

I’ve written songs about things like burning my ex boyfriends pictures… I’ve written songs about the times that I’ve been hurt by love. But then one day I woke up and realized that I had hurt somebody… And so I wrote this song to tell him I’m sorry.”

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“Back To December is a song that addresses a first for me. In that I’ve never apologized in a song before. Whether it be good or bad or an apology. The person I wrote this song about deserves this. This is about a person who was incredible to me- just perfect in a relationship- and I was very careless with him. So, this is a song full of words that I would say to him that he deserves to hear.

I’ve never felt the need to apologize in a song before, but in the last two years I’ve experienced a lot, a lot of different kinds of learning lessons And sometimes you learn a lesson too late and at that point you need to apologize because you were careless. [‘Back To December’] is about a person who was incredible to me, just perfect to me in a relationship, and I was really careless with him

I’ve written songs about things like burning my ex boyfriends pictures… I’ve written songs about the times that I’ve been hurt by love. But then one day I woke up and realized that I had hurt somebody… And so I wrote this song to tell him I’m sorry”

MariChat May Day 17

Holyyyyyy crapppppp! It has beEN DONE! ENJOYYYYY!

=+=+=+=

Marinette strolled around the park on a warm, sunny day. It was a great day. She’d passed all her tests, put Chloe back in her place, helped her friends out, and there hasn’t been a single akuma today! Wonderful.

That was, until, flashing lights blinded her.

“Hey, you!” A paparazzi yelled at her. “Are you the girl that’s dating Chat Noir?!”

Of course. This day was too perfect.

“Uhm, yeah, that’s me–”

“Okay, that’s all I need to know, pose for the camera, sweetie!” A couple of others gathered around her, taking pictures.

“E-Excuse me?” Marinette blushed as the paparazzi continued to take pictures of her.

“You heard me! Pose, sweetheart!” one said.

“This’ll look great on the front cover!” another muttered, taking more pictures.

“Uhm, I’m sorry, but Chat and I–”

Woah, what’s going on here, Purrincess?”

Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.

Chat Noir, who had no excuse for being transformed today, walked up to her and put his arm around her shoulders.

“Oh, paparazzi, I see…” Chat narrowed his eyes at the men and women taking pictures of his Princess.

“Chat Noir! Wow, what a coincidence! Pose with your girlfriend for the picture, please?” The paparazzi took pictures anyway, not waiting for Chat to answer.

Chat looked over at his Princess and whispered in her ear, “Should we or should we not?”

Marinette shook her head.

She didn’t want their relationship so public, it was enough that whenever people saw her, whether it be at school or in her bakery, they’d ask her personal questions about her and Chat Noir.

“Who is he?!”
“Do you know his identity?!”
“Why won’t you tell us anything?!”
“Are you lying?!”
“Did he blackmail you into it?!”
That sort of stuff.

“Uhm, actually, Purrincess and I have some things to attend to so if you’d excuse us…” Chat held onto Marinette’s waist and extended his baton so that they were high up, away from the crowd.

Marinette held onto him as he jumped to the nearest rooftop and ran to her balcony, where he set her down and she thanked him.

“Anything for you, Princess.” he winked. He smirked, sitting at the edge of her balcony, puckering his lips, waiting for a kiss.

Marinette rolled her eyes and pressed a small kiss to his lips. “Goodbye, Kitty.” she poked him hard in the chest and, caught off-guard, he fell off her balcony. She didn’t worry though, she knew he hadn’t fallen to the ground and injured himself.

Nevertheless, she looked over the rail and smiled down at Chat who stood under it, pouting playfully.

“That wasn’t very nice to do to your significant other!”

“More like significant annoyance.”

With that, Chat smiled and left her with a salute.

This freaking cat.

Clueless Part II
 It had been a little over two weeks since you had left Harry dumbfounded in the lady’s restroom of your release party venue and you were pretty stressed out. You weren’t stressed out about Harry, though. You had been able to take your mind off of the fact that you completely embarrassed yourself in front of him the morning after. You see, after leaving Harry, he had frantically tried getting ahold of you via text messages and phone calls. Could you please call me back? I know how you drive when you’re angry. I’m getting really worried about you, come on! Give me a ring. Don’t do anything rash. At least text me a single letter or something to let me know you’re all right. Please answer me. These were only some of the voicemails and text messages you received before you decided to block all of Harry’s incoming calls and messages. After safely arriving home with two pints of your favorite Ben & Jerry’s ice cream flavor, you were lost to the world for the night as you watched a few chick flicks and ate your problems away. That very next morning, you woke up to missed calls upon missed calls from your manager, panicking that you were too close to selling out and that you would have to start producing more ideas and collections ASAP. Apparently, Harry had taken it upon himself to Tweet/Instagram photos of your new products and ask his followers to purchase some of your items. So, you were swamped between working overtime, trying to churn out new ideas and participating in interviews about your fast-selling product. Although it was starting to get difficult to juggle all of the responsibilities, you were thankful for the source of distraction. Sure, you were basically saving your problems for later but, as any other dysfunctional person would, you hoped they would eventually just drift away in the wind.
“No, no, that doesn’t look right,” you grumbled as you cleared the cloth samples away from the design you had just sketched out.
“Dear, we’re running out of ideas,” your assistant sighed, taking all of the sheer samples from your drawing table to stuff back into a petite suitcase she had brought in earlier.
“I know,” you mumbled, biting your lip, “I just need this to be perfect, you know?”
“We all do,” the little old lady nodded, understandingly as she packed her things.
“Maybe if I revise design. Take a little in just above the waist, and let it out a little at the hip,” you muttered more to yourself as you set down the stick of cheese you were nibbling at so you could make alterations.
“I’m not entirely sure, dear. I’m more of a color scheme person,” your elder laughed.
“Sorry,” you chuckled as you focused on erasing the waistline of your design.
“Quite alright. I hate to say it but I’ve got to be heading home,” your helper informed as she wrapped a scarf around her neck.
“Okay, Ethie. Thanks so much for staying with me,” you smiled over at the aged lady.
“It was no problem,” she began with a shake of her head before your receptionist entered the room.
“Y/N, someone here to see you,” she informed before she abruptly turned and the sound of her heels click-clacking away let you know she had exited the room.
“She’s such a rude young lady,” Ethie rolled her eyes, “anywho, I’m off. I really suggest you go home soon.”
“I will,” you promised as you stood from your desk to turn to face the smiling old lady.
“Take care, dear,” Ethie smiled at you before making her way towards the exit.
“You, too,” you voiced before sighing and deciding it would be best to finish revising the draft before going home. You got right to it, occasionally taking a bite out of the mild cheddar cheese stick you kept stocked in your bag for whenever you got a bit peckish. With the background music Ethie had left on for you and your exceedingly concentration on your design, you failed to notice the nearing footsteps of your visitor. It was when a steaming cup of Starbucks coffee was suddenly placed in front of you that you slowly allowed yourself to look up at your visitor. You let out a sigh as you took another bite of your cheese stick, staring into the green eyes you hadn’t seen in two weeks. You had an inkling that he was the caller the receptionist had notified you about earlier but you hoped you were wrong.
“Hello,” came his greeting, a weak smile playing at his thin lips.
“Hey,” you replied casually before going back to the design you had wanted to finish.
“What’s this? You’re not shoving me out the door?” Harry laughed, letting his hand slip from the tall cup of coffee he had brought with him.
“It’s not my place,” you informed as you continued working.
“Oh,” was all that Harry uttered before taking a step back to look around, “taken an interest in Salsa have we?”
“The fabrics lady likes it,” you answered truthfully, referring to the salsa music playing from somewhere in the room.
“Interesting. What are you working on?” Harry sent a nod to the paper you were sketching on.
“The Faux romper,” you replied, plainly, “it’s being a pain in my butt.”
“Ah,” Harry laughed before pulling a nearby stool to your work side so he could sit with you, “I understand sales have been good.”
“All thanks to you,” you dully responded, with a raise of your eyebrows.
“Am I sensing anger?” Harry tilted his head at you with curiosity as he reached out for the stick of cheese you had set down.
“Not at all,” you dryly replied, gently slapping his hand away before grabbing the cheese stick.
“I think you’re lying,” Harry stated, grabbing the cheese stick from your hands and taking a bite.
“I just think it’s kind of wrong that my collection got all of this attention simply because you Tweeted about it. You promised you would never use your fame for,” you began, growing all of a sudden angry for no particular reason.
“Here we go, again,” Harry sighed with a shake of his head as he stood from his seat.
“What? It’s true, isn’t it?” You questioned, looking up at him from behind the glasses you believed you needed but your eye doctor never prescribed.
“You know what? First of all, you’re being really ungrateful right now. This is the thanks I get for trying to help out a friend,” Harry sputtered out, frustration growing.
“Help I didn’t ask for,” you furrowed your eyebrows at the man standing before you, somehow growing guilty at your own harsh words, “I can take care of myself without needing to depend on your fame.”
“Gosh, you're such an ingrate,” Harry narrowed his eyes at you.
“Well, go on. I’m guessing there’s more,” you urged as you dropped your charcoal pencil on your long sketchpad and crossed your arms.
“I gave you space and time and I even thought that maybe I’d come down here and somehow we could have a nice little resolution but I don’t know if I’d like that resolution anymore. You’re acting insane,” Harry paused for you to interrupt but continued when he noticed you wouldn’t, “you keep saying when you think something’s wrong but I don’t think you have the place to say such things. If I want to call you babe or baby, then I can because these past couple weeks, I’ve noticed that that’s exactly what you are.”
“Excuse you,” you furrowed your eyebrows, angrily.
“And if you’re so convinced that feelings for someone are something you’re supposed to sense, then tell me why you couldn't sense mine,” Harry demanded angrily, “I broke up with Lana, tried to help you by promoting your new clothing line and then you still have the nerve to complain about my trying to help you.”
“You did it out of guilt, you’re just trying to make up for something you can’t,” you spoke up with a furious shake of your head.
“And what’s wrong with that? What’s wrong with trying to make up for something I’ve done wrong? I’m sorry, I really am sorry that I was this clueless for so long but we can’t rewrite the past,” Harry shook his head, “I was sort of hoping you would forgive me and we could move on.”
 You remained silent as he shook his head one last time before shrugging and turning away from you. You couldn’t quite comprehend or explain why you acted so awful towards Harry. The only reasoning you could come up with was that you resented him for constantly messing with your emotions. As much of a teenage girl that made you sound, it was partly true. You wanted to forgive him and move forward, just as he wanted you to but your sense of pride was almost too powerful to allow you to admit to your mistakes. It wasn’t easy, but you really didn’t like being apart from Harry or being angry with him.
“I’m sorry… Thank you,” you cleared your throat as you looked down at your simple design, “for… the coffee and… uh… for coming.”
“And?” Harry slowly turned, squinting his eyes at you.
“I appreciate your promoting my line,“ you stated, hoping that was all he wanted to hear.
"No,” Harry shook his head as he approached your desk once again.
“I’m sorry for being a psycho,” you admitted softly.
“Try again,” Harry urged as he stopped in front of your desk.
“Love ya,” you offered a picture-perfect smile.
“I like it, but that’s not quite what I was looking for,” Harry shook his head once again before you angrily pursed your lips.
“Fine,” you groaned before grabbing your purse, digging through its contents, and pulling out another cheese stick for him to snack on, “here.”
“Ah, thanks,” Harry winked at you before taking your offering as you stared with confusion at him. Was that all? He had mentioned he had broken up with his girlfriend. Did that mean he was taking an interest in courting you? There were so many questions you wanted to ask but were afraid of scaring him off when he had never intended on asking you for anything more than a friendship. You wanted to groan; you really didn’t like the emotions and the over speculation that came along with being a lady. Leave it to a boy to make things even more confusing.
“So, what now?” You finally sighed, wondering where the world this left the two of you.
"I don’t really know,” came Harry’s muffled response as he chewed on the bite of cheese he had taken, “I mean, I feel like we’ve already kind of been dating for years. It’d be weird for me to ask you out on a first date.”
“So,” you lingered, hoping Harry would take mercy on you and just flat out tell you what your relationship was.
“Oh,” Harry laughed before swallowing, “I’d like to date you, if that’s alright with you.”
“That’s alright with me,” you smiled at Harry’s features, glad that Harry had finally noticed you.

{Part I}

anonymous asked:

I live your blog!!! I was wondering if you can know of any good pictures of youngjae surrounded by confetti? :)

Hi dear, 

Thank you so much for loving my blog. Talking about confetti, Youngjae has a love and hate relationship with it..well actually not really..kekeke Anyway, these are some of the photos of Youngjae surrounded by confetti. I’m sorry that I had to include JB too since their photos with confetti look so beautiful~ enjoy^^

Sorry I had to include JB since these photos are beautiful ~

Aren’t they perfect and beautiful? kekeke 

I told you that Youngjae has love and hate relationship with confetti right? So these some of photos which Youngjae doesn’t like being showered by too much confetti~ kekeke 

Bonus for you, cute Youngjae with confetti~  

5sos Preference 61: Love Bites

Ashton:

Though you hated to be stereotypical, your hair was slung up in a messy bun and you were wearing your comfortable clothes. It was a fitting occasion, a movie night with your boyfriend and three best friends. Cuddling further into Ashton’s embrace, you ignored the chuckles being passed around the boys and focused on the steady beat of his heart that sped up every time you shifted in his lap.

“Hey (Y/N),” You lifted your head from Ashton’s shoulder, facing Michael who was smirking at you from his perch between the boys on the sofa. “Nice collection.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, looking between all three of their faces before turning to Ashton whose face was burning bright red.

You voiced your thoughts, “What collection?” All the boys, including Ashton, were laughing now and you felt left out of the loop. “Tell me!” You scratched at the sore spot on your neck, wincing a little before pouting when they only continued to laugh.

Calum struggled to speak through his laughter, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. “That lovely collection of love bites, you and Ash must have had a really nice night.” He chortled, emphasizing the ‘really.’ You immediately gasped, slapping a hand over the trail of bruises on your neck as you buried your face in Ashton’s shoulder once again.

Calum:

“Cal, stop,” You breathed out, pushing Calum’s chest in an attempt to release your collar bone from his lips. He’d already left love bites galore on your neck and now he’d moved onto other patches of skin, all places that were in plain sight for everyone to see. “Babe, my mom’s going to kill me when she sees these.”

Calum continued to ignore your pleas, tugging your shirt down to expose your chest. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, whether you were supposed to hear or not you weren’t sure but the compliment sent your heart into a frenzy. He continued his assault, adding to his trail until he was stopped by the fabric of your bra.

You pushed him away, finally rolling him off of you as you pulled your shirt back up. “No more, I’m already going to be grounded for life.” You panted, clambering out of your bed and looking into your mirror with a frown at the mass amount of bruises that disappeared under your shirt. “I look like a whore.”

Calum laughed as he stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pecking your cheek. “You don’t look like a whore, you look like a beautiful girl with a boyfriend who knows how to please her.”

Luke:

You groaned in annoyance, rolling over in your bed and hugging your pillow to your body. You could hear the boys downstairs, all laughing together at something that was probably stupid but somehow the funniest thing in the world to them. As another round of laughter echoed through your house, you rolled out of bed and slipped on Luke’s shirt and a pair of your sweat pants before stomping into the den where all the boys were laughing.

“Can you all shut up?” You grumbled, rubbing your eyes with a frown on your face. Luke pulled you into his side, his arm around your waist and his warmth helping to relax your sore muscles. “What is so funny, anyways?”

The boys all fell into another round of laughter, Luke’s cheeks pinking over as he stared at the floor. “We’re just admiring the work you did on little Lukey.” Calum snorted as he spoke, erupting into laughter once again. “You’re very passionate in bed, eh (Y/N)?”

Realizing they were referring to the love bites you’d left on Luke’s shoulders the night before, your face burst into flames and you turned to bury your face in Luke’s chest in embarrassment.

Michael:

“It’s nice to actually be able to go on dates,” Michael sighed contentedly, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand as you leaned against his shoulder. You bother were sat on the same side of a booth in your local coffee shop, hot chocolate sitting on the table in front of you with steam rising from the cups. “I missed this.”

Michael had just returned home from a long tour the day before and after a long night, you both had woken up late and decided to get hot chocolate from your favorite cafe. “I missed you,” You cheesed, laughing when he scoffed at your lame joke. 

After a few moments in comfortable silence, a few older looking fans shyly approached the table with excited smiles on their faces. “Sorry to interrupt, but can we have a picture with you both?” You gaped at the two girls, they wanted you in the picture as well? “You’re our OTP! We think you’re perfect for Michael, (Y/N).”

“He must think so too,” The other fan spoke up with a smirk, her eyes glued to Michael’s jaw and neck where love bites were scattered from the previous night. You both flushed, standing up with the picture with your cheeks still pink.

A Picture’s Worth A Thousand Words

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared
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Summary: The reader meets Jensen at a photo op, not expecting to see him in person again. She gets a huge surprise while out shopping one day.

         You couldn’t believe you were really about to meet Jensen Ackles and get your picture taken with him. He was your favorite actor hands down. And the fact that you were just going to be in the same room as him was incredible. But you knew you could ask for any kind of picture you wanted, so that meant, you could have Jensen Ackles do whatever you wanted. Your imagination went wild with the possibilities.

           You were getting even more nervous and excited as it neared your turn to have your picture taken. You were still trying to figure out what the perfect pose would be. You wanted it to be perfect.

           When you were next, you could barely breathe. You were about to meet the man you swore you were in love with. Your dream was finally coming true.

           “Hey, Sweetheart,” Jensen smiled when you walked up to him.

           “H … hi,” you took a deep breath before you passed out.

           “Relax. We’re just hanging out. What’s your name?” Jensen asked, acting like it was no big deal. Well, to him, it wasn’t. To you, it was huge.

           “Y/N,” you answered.

           “That’s a beautiful name,” he said.

           You giggled, “Thanks.”

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