i just can't... seriously you are way too perfect i don't even know what to say

“Sam doesn’t love Dean as much as Dean loves him.”

Excuse me, what? ohmygosh sit down…

No but seriously…what the hell? I hate when people say this kind of stuff. Are we watching the same show here? Because I just cannot comprehend this.

After Dean lost the love of his mother, all he ever wanted was to be loved and cared for.

“All he wanted was to be loved. Just like me.” - Dean


“You saved my life over and over. Man you sacrifice everything for me, don’t you think I’d do the same for you? You’re my big brother, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. And I don’t care, I’m going to get you out of this. I’m going to save your ass for a change.” - Sam

Ahem…I just like this gif of protective Sam hehehehe.

Sam accepted his death because he thought he was holding Dean back. But he chose to stay with Dean instead because Dean needed him - because Dean doesn’t like being alone and he is all Dean has.

And when Dean accepted his death that would eventually come with the mark of cain, Sam pulled him out of it. He’s still pulling Dean out of it every time Dean mention his death because Sam needs him just as much and he’s not going to stand there and watch Dean die again. He’s seen it waaaaaaaaaaaay too many times. (and so have I…kill my baby again and watch what happens grrr)

That time Dean was bleeding and hurt in the back seat of the Impala and John was like ‘Sam killing the demon comes before everything’ and Sam looks at Dean from the rearview mirror of the car and was like “no, not everything.” Because Dean being alive, safe and okay matters more to him. And remember that time he went totally psycho after Dean died in Mystery Spot? and begging for the Trickster to bring Dean back. 

And the other time Sam tried to sell his soul to save Dean.


And Sam leaving Dean so Dean would be safe from him and anything that came after Sam. He didn’t give up on Dean when Dean was in a coma. And in Faith, when Sam didn’t give up on Dean when he was sick. In Scarecrow, when Sam came back for Dean after their arguments and saved him. Sam trusted Dean when John was possessed by the yellow eyed demon.

When Sam hit the dog and “settled down” he was totally suicidal and broken because he thought Dean was gone, dead, and he didn’t even know where Dean was or where he would start looking. The “normal life” saved him and when Dean got out of purgatory and met Sam, Sam left that life behind for Dean. (Like Dean did when Sam came back from hell.)

“I’m not leaving my brother alone out there!” - Sam



Sam and demon!Dean…I can’t /cries in corner/ 

Sam being angry at Crowley for getting Dean into this mess and then being even more angry when Dean ditched him for Crowley.

Sam looking at Dean like he’s the cutest thing in the world. (cuz he is)

okay Sam control urself /cough

“I can’t do it without my brother. I don’t want to do it without my brother.”

Sam is the only one who understands Dean more than even Dean himself and he makes Dean really happy. Sam putting up with Dean’s shenanigans and worrying about his poor eating habits but still willing to buy Dean some junk food to make him happy.

And there is more where that came from but this would be one hell of a long post if I kept going.

Anyway, it’s not that Dean loves Sam more than Sam loves Dean. It’s just that we’ve seen Dean taking care of Sam longer than we’ve seen Sam do it because hello~~ Sam was in diapers when Dean ran out of their burning house with him. He’s raised Sam since then so yeah of course he loves Sam and we’ve seen him love and protect Sam since then because that was kind of his job thanks to John. Dean’s throwing himself into danger to protect him. Dean’s a lil shit who won’t even give Sam a chance to protect him or save him because he’s always thinking it’s his job to do it and Sam’s sick of Dean thinking like that (me too).

Sam doesn’t have to throw himself into danger to prove he loves Dean. He does sometimes but I think him being there with Dean, for Dean and takes care of him like he does is his way of showing his love and it’s just as equal. He wouldn’t be so desperate to save Dean if he didn’t love him. And I hope he is the only one who saves him so people can stop saying stupid things like this.



Arguments are invalid. 

(gifs & pics are not all mine)

  • Physic: reads my mind"
  • My brain: 
Dear Evan Hansen
We've been way too out of touch
Things have been crazy and it sucks that we don't talk that much
But I should tell you that I think of you each night
I rub my nipples and start moaning with delightWhy would you write thatI'm just trying to tell the truth You know what?
If you aren't going to take this seriously... Okay you need to calm yourself! This has to be perfect, okay? The emails have to prove that we were actually friends
They've got to be completely realistic There is nothing unrealistic about the love that one man feels for another Let's go back In fact, it's something quite beautiful Let's go back, Jared! I've gotta tell you life without you has been hard. Hard?Has been bad bad?
Has been rough Lame!
And I miss talking about life and other stuff
Very specific
Shut up 1like my parents
Who says that? I love my parents
But each day's another fight
If I stop smoking drugs then everything might be alright smoking drugs just fix it!
This isn't realistic at all!
It doesn't even sound like Connor!
Well I want to show that I was a good friend
Y'know? That I was trying to help him Oh my God if I stop smoking crack Crack?!
If I stop smoking pot then everything might be alright
I'll take your advice
I'll try to be more nice
I'll turn it around
Wait and see It’s all that it takes
Is a little reinvention
It’s easy to change if you give it your attention
All you gotta do is just believe you can be who you want to be
Sincerely, me Are we done yet?
Well I mean I can't just show them one email
Okay, please stop hyperventilating
I'm not hyperventilating
You're having considerable trouble breathing
I'm having no trouble breathing
Do you need a paper bag to breath into?
I'm not hyperventilating!
Dear Connor Murphy
Yes I've also missed our talks
Stop doing drugs
Just try to take deep breaths and go on walksNo
I'm sending pictures of the most amazing treesNo!
You'll be obsessed with all my forest expertise
Absolutely not
Dude, I'm proud of you
Just keep pushing through
You're turning around
  • I can see Just wait and see
It’s all that it takes
Is a little reinvention
It’s easy to change if you give it your attention
All you gotta do is just believe you can be who you want to be
Sincerely, me My sister's hot
What the hell? My bad Dear Evan Hansen Thanks for every note you send Dear Connor Murphy I'm just glad to be your friend Our friendship goes beyond Your average kind of bond But not because we're gay No, not because we're gay We're close, but not that way The only man that I love is my dad
  • Physic: wtf
Will You Fake Date Me? (Jimin Fluffy Imagine)
  • Y/N sits on the couch enjoying a delicious bowl of popcorn. Her eyes are glued to the screen where a scary movie plays. Y/N's eyes widen in anticipation, her mouth ajar. She lifts a handful of popcorn to her mouth when-
  • JIMIN: Y/N!
  • Jimin barges through her front door. His small figure is illuminated by the moon of the dark night.
  • Y/N: AHHHHH!
  • By pure reflex, and not a hint of maliciousness, Y/N flings the tin bowl of popcorn at Jimin, showering her living room in kernels and nailing Jimin in the head.
  • JIMIN: OW! Y/N! What the hell?
  • Jimin massages the blow to his head.
  • Y/N: Jimin, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
  • JIMIN: Yeah, I'm fine.
  • After hearing this, Y/N proceeds to smack Jimin upside the head.
  • JIMIN: OW!?
  • Y/N: That was for scaring me. How did you even get in here?
  • Jimin plops himself down on the couch with a sour expression and his hands rubbing the spot on his head that had received yet another blow.
  • JIMIN: The door was unlocked. You know for someone who watches a bunch of thriller movies, you really don't take all the necessary precautions.
  • Y/N sits beside him and pauses the movie.
  • Y/N: Why are you here? Shouldn't you be on a date with 'Super hot as fuck' Irene.
  • Y/N tries to pull off her best imitation of Jimin when she says, "Super hot as fuck" but her voice comes out a lot deeper than his.
  • JIMIN: Why don't we just call her 'Super hot bitch' 'cuz it turns she only asked me to come out to make Taehyung jealous.
  • Y/N: Seriously?
  • JIMIN: Yes seriously. I just can't believe I thought she actually wanted to go out with me. You know to actually date me.
  • Y/N pauses. She doesn't really know what to say in this situation. She's used to always being the one sulking and Jimin cheering her up.
  • JIMIN: Okay you can stop with the pity stares. I'll live.
  • Y/N: You came to the right place Jimin. My shoulders aren't as sturdy as Jin's but they are here for your tears.
  • Jimin bursts out laughing. Y/N flings kernels of popcorn on the couch at him.
  • JIMIN: That was terrible. Thank you.
  • Jimin sighs.
  • JIMIN: As much as I'd like to stop holding back my tears, I came here on strict business.
  • Y/N raises her eyebrow.
  • Y/N: I'm all ears Agent Chim.
  • JIMIN: I want you to fake date me.
  • Y/N pauses.
  • Y/N: If this were a movie, this would be the perfect moment for a spit take.
  • JIMIN: Y/N, I'm serious.
  • Y/N: You're joking.
  • JIMIN: I just said 'I'm serious'
  • Y/N: That's insane. Friends don't just fake date each other.
  • JIMIN: How would we know? To us it wouldn't be fake dating.
  • Y/N: Jimin, shut up. No way, I am not fake dating you.
  • JIMIN: Please, Y/N, I need your help.
  • Jimin grabs Y/N's hand in his. He tilts his head and pouts his lips. Y/N shakes her head at him.
  • Y/N: Why? Why would we even need to do this?
  • JIMIN: I want Irene to want me. I want her to see what she could have had. What we could have been.
  • Y/N frowns and pulls her fingers away from Jimin's
  • Y/N: Why do you like her so much?
  • JIMIN: What do you mean?
  • Y/N: What's so great about her? I mean yeah she's pretty and all but so are lots of girls. What's so different about her?
  • Jimin pauses. You can tell he's thinking pretty hard about this. He slumps back on the couch and stares into his lap.
  • JIMIN: Honestly I have no idea.
  • Y/N: See? You want to do all this for a girl you don't even really like.
  • JIMIN: I do like her. I just don't know what I like about her.
  • Y/N huffs and the two sit awkwardly in silence on the couch for a moment. A few times Jimin starts his sentence to name something he likes about Irene but then falls back into thought. Eventually Y/N breaks the silence and says.
  • Y/N: You know, if you had just asked me to go on a date with you, I would have said yes.
  • JIMIN: You mean like a real date?
  • Y/N: Yeah, a real date. I kinda get how you felt earlier about Irene using you to get to Taehyung now. And its not your fault. I should of told you earlier Jimin. I like you.
  • Jimin's eyes are wide. He stares at Y/N who is looking down into her lap awaiting for his response. Eventually she breaks the silence again.
  • Y/N: You're my best friend Jimin and I would do anything to help you but fake dating you would be so much harder for me than you think because that's probably the closest we would ever get to becoming more than friends.
  • Y/N gets up off the couch and slowly makes her way to the landing of the stairs.
  • Y/N: It's late. I'm going to bed. You can let yourself out. Goodnight Jimin.
  • Y/N reaches the first step of the stairs when Jimin calls-
  • JIMIN: Wait!
  • Y/N stops at the step and turns around to face Jimin.
  • JIMIN: When you asked me what I liked about Irene, I couldn't think of anything. But when you said what you said right now, I asked myself what I liked about you, and there were so so many reasons Y/N. I like everything about you. Even the annoying things aren't that annoying. Y/N, I think I like you too.
  • A/N:
  • Hello! This is my first time writing an imagine in screenplay format. I tried to incorporate both into one and this is what we got. I really hope you guys liked this because this was a lot of fun to write. Also to the Anon who requested this, I'm sure this wasn't what you imagined but I hope you liked it all the same. Thanks for all the support guys! Thanks @limseoyeon
  • ~Armygirl
First Impressions
  • <p> <b></b> (Use your sun and rising!!)<p/><b>Aries:</b> Very striking.You have distinct, sharp features with high cheekbones. Odds are, your hair is red, or has been red, either naturally or dyed. You come off as enthusiastic yet intimidating. You probably have a badass scar on your face. You give your undivided attention only in short bursts, and you can seem impatient. You look great in bright colours. Most likely sign to pull ideas out of thin air and pull them off with similar speed.<p/><b>Taurus:</b> Gentle looking. Your eyes shine softly, and you always look thoughtful, like you're mid daydream all the time. You speak with intention, directness, and sincerity. Your voice is probably on the deeper side, and you like to wear comfortable but very good quality clothing in neutral colours. Most likely sign to create an inside joke with you right off the bat.<p/><b>Gemini:</b> Born communicators. You come off as youthful, curious, and intelligent. You have glittery eyes and small, neat features. You have a few distinct mannerisms and hand/mouth gestures that can make you seem fidgety and nervous if you're not careful. To catch a gemini, look for pastels, lace, stripes... any "childish" colours or patterns... you guys always pull them off though. Most likely sign to make you laugh so hard you're sore the next day.<p/><b>Cancer:</b> Like home. There's something very familiar about you. You look like everyone's best friend. And you are. Your ability to mimic others is almost painfully funny. You have deep set, watery eyes and strong cheekbones with soft features. Probably a cute button nose. Your smile is always natural looking. Most likely sign to ask you if you need a hug if you're sad.<p/><b>Leo:</b> Bright and kind. Your smile is a home run like... you guys are blessed. Your hair is very noticable, either because there's just so much of it or because you decided to do it up and people are staring because it looks so perfect. You're warm and very friendly. You either come off as intimidating and very powerful, or cuddly and gentle. Either way, you have everyone's attention. You also probably have excellent posture. Most likely sign to defend you right away if someone accuses you of something.<p/><b>Virgo:</b> A breath of fresh air. You have questioning and curious eyes, small features and full lips. You speak with a soft determination and you seem to take up less room than you actually do. You don't impact the earth like others do. You walk lightly and almost cautiously. You look great in dark, deep colours and your skin glows naturally. You might come off as a little critical at first, so be careful. Most likely sign to offer you some of their hand cream.<p/><b>Libra:</b> Stunning and fair. Alright, there's no other way to say this... Librans are beautiful. You guys have symmetrical faces with features that fit perfectly together. You're a true diplomat, and probably the one who calls for a vote when your friends can't decide what to do next. Most likely sign to keep their attention on you even if a bunch of other people keep interrupting.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> Magnetically fascinating. You have these eyes... that can see through anything basically. You're quiet. Maybe not after a while, but the first time someone meets you they might not even hear your voice at all! If not though, you are very interesting because you have an opinion on everything. Most likely sign to get in trouble for laughing too much and/or making too many jokes.<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> Larger than life. You're all beautiful giraffes. You're very tall, and if not you still have the graceful, long gallop of the archer. Very distinctive laugh. You have quizzical eyes. You speak either of all the incredible experiences you've had or your great plans and wishes for the future. You are new and young and shiny, but you are so wise somehow. You can come off as judgemental. Most likely sign to tell you a random fact that sticks with you for weeks.<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> Effortlessly cool. You have high, full cheekbones that often contribute to how photogenic you are (seriously... how). You have a lot to say, but you choose every word carefully, one at a time. Your smile is healthy and it reaches your eyes every time. You can come off as guarded. Most likely sign to have an "it's a small world" moment and discover that you both knew this one important person from your childhood.<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> Modern and well-adjusted. You have a high forehead, a wide mouth, and a big smile. You are engaging, realistic and ambitious. You aren't afraid to play with different colours and patterns. In fact, you probably embrace certain fashion no-no's, like wearing denim on denim, or wearing two different directions of stripes at once. You always make it work, though. It's also a scientific fact that all aquas can pull off glasses. I don't know why, but just trust me on this. Most likely sign to send you reeling into an exisential crisis after meeting them just once while simultaneously gaining you 100 followers on instagram.<p/><b>Pisces:</b> A dream come true. You have wide set, liquid eyes and you have a humble way of walking, confident, but almost in an effort not to assert yourself. There is nothing harsh about you. You speak gently and kindly. You can seem too wishful, like you want too many things you just can't have. You have the kind of face that attracts people looking for advice or just someone to listen. Most likely sign to text you the day after meeting you with a bucket list of all the awesome movies, books, and tv shows they want to show you.<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

I used to love making art and creating things, but always had a hard time starting big projects, since I've always been afraid of failure and hyper-critical of my art... While the thought of never drawing again brings me to tears, I can't draw because... I don't love my art, I despise how little progress I've made, and I'm angry I can't motivate myself to start. What can I possibly do to start liking my art and make progress, even if it's not perfect?

There is a legend, at the art school that I graduated from. The legend of the pop can. It happened my freshman year, before I got quite so jaded to all the weird shit that happens at art schools. What happened was this: A (clearly empty) coke can was placed on a pedestal in a common area. It remained there for months. Was it art? It was on a pedestal, which is where art goes. But also, it was an empty pop can. Nobody had the moxie of this hero right away and so for a long time, it just stood there, a monument to the sheer apathy that comes from being asked ‘what IS art?’ three hundred and sixty thousand times. 

Years later, I discovered that the man behind the can was none other than one of my favorite drawing professors, a phenominal painter and printmaker who I respect highly, who also once spent ten minutes explaining isotropic space to my figure class, only to conclude that his favorite method of suggesting it on a 2D plane is by adding a flying saucer. 

When I asked him “why the pop can” he smiled, and I realized that it had been the funniest goddamn joke I’ve ever seen all along. 

The point of my story is this: I’m not saying you shouldn’t take art seriously, but art is fucking ridiculous, ok? We are in an age in which art can be literally indistinguishable from trash. Why worry about making The Painting of the Century when you can paint people fighting Godzilla in a pastural landscape? 

Some further ideas and suggestions:

- Get a sketchbook. Fill it. The goal isn’t to draw pretty, the goal is to cover all those pages up. If you draw something you really hate, get some opaque paint and paint right over it. Just fill the book. Go fast, don’t look back.

- Accept Bob Ross as your guide. Seriously, when I get too panicky about art, I put on a mix of upbeat music and Joy of Painting videos, so that I have a musical soundtrack of Bob Ross gently reminding me that painting is fun and that all will be well. 

- Redefine failure. In this case, the only wrong thing you could do is give up something you love that could bring you joy. Honestly, who cares if your drawings are Good or not? You have nothing to prove. 

- Sometimes, I think that we dislike our own creations the way that we dislike hearing recordings of our own voice. I don’t know where the knee-jerk hatred bred from recognition comes from, but it happens to most of us. All the artists that you love probably wish they made work more like their favorite artists. But we can only be ourselves, so learning to be gentle with yourself should be on your list. 

- If the point is to enjoy yourself and have a nice time, and you are having a lovely time drawing, then all of your drawings are fulfilling their purpose, and are therefore exactly what they need to be. Draw a rad little stegosaurus. Laugh about his funny little kneecaps. Write him a silly speech bubble. He’s doing his best and so are you. Your best is enough.  

Remember this above all: Your worth is not determined by how well you can draw. You are already great. Let yourself make something. Let yourself enjoy it. Put a pop can on a pedestal. Laugh about it. 


  • I really need to sleep:
  • My brain: 
Dear Evan Hansen
We've been way too out of touch
Things have been crazy and it sucks that we don't talk that much
But I should tell you that I think of you each night
I rub my nipples and start moaning with delightWhy would you write thatI'm just trying to tell the truth You know what?
If you aren't going to take this seriously... Okay you need to calm yourself! This has to be perfect, okay? The emails have to prove that we were actually friends
They've got to be completely realistic There is nothing unrealistic about the love that one man feels for another Let's go back In fact, it's something quite beautiful Let's go back, Jared! I've gotta tell you life without you has been hard. Hard?Has been bad bad?
Has been rough Lame!
And I miss talking about life and other stuff
Very specific
Shut up 1like my parents
Who says that? I love my parents
But each day's another fight
If I stop smoking drugs then everything might be alright smoking drugs just fix it!
This isn't realistic at all!
It doesn't even sound like Connor!
Well I want to show that I was a good friend
Y'know? That I was trying to help him Oh my God if I stop smoking crack Crack?!
If I stop smoking pot then everything might be alright
I'll take your advice
I'll try to be more nice
I'll turn it around
Wait and see It’s all that it takes
Is a little reinvention
It’s easy to change if you give it your attention
All you gotta do is just believe you can be who you want to be
Sincerely, me Are we done yet?
Well I mean I can't just show them one email
Okay, please stop hyperventilating
I'm not hyperventilating
You're having considerable trouble breathing
I'm having no trouble breathing
Do you need a paper bag to breath into?
I'm not hyperventilating!
Dear Connor Murphy
Yes I've also missed our talks
Stop doing drugs
Just try to take deep breaths and go on walksNo
I'm sending pictures of the most amazing treesNo!
You'll be obsessed with all my forest expertise
Absolutely not
Dude, I'm proud of you
Just keep pushing through
You're turning around
  • I can see Just wait and see
It’s all that it takes
Is a little reinvention
It’s easy to change if you give it your attention
All you gotta do is just believe you can be who you want to be
Sincerely, me My sister's hot
What the hell? My bad Dear Evan Hansen Thanks for every note you send Dear Connor Murphy I'm just glad to be your friend Our friendship goes beyond Your average kind of bond But not because we're gay No, not because we're gay We're close, but not that way The only man that I love is my dad
To the people complaining about how hard it is to have one bias in BTS.
  • Me: *wakes up*
  • Me: how's jimin doing is he eating well is he okay is he tired is he happy with himself is he working too hard is he exercising his voice is he making sure he's not straining his vocal cords is he caring about himself as much as everyone else is he accepting help is he taking the advice from the right people has he identified the difference between hard work and being too hard on himself does he know his limits and that it's okay to have limits does he know he's never slacked off does he know his expectations are what make him feel like he fails but it's not a product of reality does he know how strong of a person and a presence he is does he know when to let go of things is he sleEPING
  • Me: how's tae doing is he playing games is he encouraging everyone to have fun is he communicating has he seen any kids lately any animals is he feeling accepted and appreciated is he living in the moment is he being a honest compassionate genius is he getting his space and serious time does he know it's okay if he can't make people understand and it's not a defect of his skills it's not his fault that he's not being heard does he know that some things are out of his control and it's okay does he know that sometimes people don't see the relevance in what he's saying and that's okay and is he making sure his hyungs are alIVE
  • Me: how's jin doing what has he cooked lately is he playing pokemon is he on the wii is his fliphone okay how are his hats and circular glasses is he feeding everyone has he told himself he's handsome a minimum of ten times today has he checked up on everyone's psychological health and stability does he know that i love how comfortable he is in his skin is he living contently has he caught up with his family does he know how much he is appreciated and how much of a lasting effect he has on everyone around him does he know how attentive and perceptive he is does he know how much i love that he continues being himself and how stable and hard-working and reasonable and positive and brave and professional he is and so much perseverance he deserves the spotlight but doesn't always take it just like when he wrote the lyrics for propose guys and didn't even give himself a big part he works so hard on dancing and doesn't feel the need to be validated by others words because he feels appreciated where he needs to be does he know how special he is does he know how much we love his go-getter attitude and that no one has forgotten how amazing of an actor he is how he enjoys life how he's mature and knows what to keep private does he know how cute he looks with glasses on and how anyone who can't see his charm is blind and how he has so many cool interests and how he knows everyone's potential and has standards for them has he given everyone equAL HUGS TODAY
  • Me: how's namjoon doing is he thinking deeply what books has he read lately does he know that no amount of thinking things through can prevent slip ups and that's okay does he know how sincere h is does he know how much of an individual he is and how much i love that is he contemplating life is he making good songs is he encouraging everyone is he telling everyone they're wrong when they snub themselves is he putting his arms around everyone and making contact in that way he does which shows his love in the little things is his phone out of memory did he remember his earphones is hE BUYING THE CLOTHES HE WANTS
  • Me: how's yoongi is he sleeping well how's his neck pillow doing has he remembered to eat does he feel like he's good enough does he give himself enough credit is he getting his introvert time is he content is he identifying his emotions healthily is he being attentive of the members is he putting logic to their insecurities in order to relieve them is he being strict is he keeping bts in a row is he subtly but consistently showing them love in all those little ways is he expressing his deeply felt emotions is hE SELF ANALYZING
  • Me: how's jungkook is he making faces is he dancing is he working hard is he being overly competitive is his head in the clouds is he being hard on himself does he know how perfect he is does he know that he's as productive as 1000000 american teenagers is he being comfortable with himself with his true self does he know it's okay to show his emotions he doesn't have to be cool don't feel too pressured is he accepting things is he speaking up is he sTILL RUSHING TO GROW UP
  • Me: how's hoseok is he being positive is he acknowledging his negative emotions is he living in the moment is he freestyling does he know he's an adequate rapper does he know we care about his mixtape has he been getting love is he screaming enough is he releasing his stress by releasing all of his emotions no seriously are his stress levels okay is he sick is he being too self sacrificing iS HE IGNORING HOW HE FEELS THINKING IT WILL JUST
  • Me: *takes first breath of the day*
  • Me: oh god i feel so bad for writing more on jin i love them all so much it's just i feel like so fed up with how no one appreciates him
  • Me: and oh god i feel like i didn't do too well on some of the other members but
  • Me: i love them so much i just
  • Me: i have to give them equal gifsets equal photo sets it's too much it's too much why can't i just have one bias then it's easy
  • Me: *comes home*
  • Me: i feel like i've been posting a lot of taehyung, jimin, yoongi, and namjoon lately
  • Me: and why do i keep forgetting someone when i do the tags???? what's wrong with me????
  • Me: i feel so guilty i'll post a lot of jin and hoseok and jungkook!!! i love them too idk
  • Me: i posted a lot of them and now it feels uneven??? i need to do equal pictures
  • Me: *gets ready for bed*
  • Me: i'm going to post some maknae like awwww- wait i like this picture but that would mean jimin gets three pictures and tae and jungkook get two each unacceptable i'll have to find two more pictures of-
  • Me: well now i need to post some hyung line they're great too
  • Me: *falling asleep*
  • Me: i feel like i haven't given enough attention to namjoon today and why aren't there more awesome pictures of jin like wtf that's not right-
  • Me: *dreaming*
  • Namjoon: i posted a kimdaily today and you didn't notice tf is wrong with you
  • Me: i'M SLEEPING
  • Namjoon: you didn't even reply in your sorry mangled KOREAN
  • Me:
  • Namjoon:
  • Me: wait you actually read those-
  • Namjoon: i was guessing that's what you do?
  • BTS:
  • Me: that's not gonna work again
  • Jungkook: why don't you notice me more i was creeping around hoseok in the last bangtan bomb OvO
  • Jimin: HOW COULD YOU
  • Jin: do you find tae suga jimin and namjoon more handsome than me? admit it the reason why you don't reblog me as much is because it takes you loner to find a "handsome" picture of me
  • Jin: what
  • Jungkook: pardon
  • Jimin: omg! why would you make them feel left out like that i thought you loved all of us i'm crying omg leave me alone
  • Me: don't cry you'll get dehydrated i know how you are about drinking wa-
  • Jimin:
  • Me:
  • BTS:
  • Me: FU-
  • Tae: wow you obviously find me the most handsome??? wtf
  • Tae:
  • Tae: you obviously find me the most funny??? wtf
  • Me: funny?
  • Tae:
  • Tae: excuse me
  • Yoongi: i think you mean me, tae
  • Jimin: juNGKOOK
  • Yoongi: wow if you can't love us all then jeez just pick a bias
  • Me: would you juST-
  • Me:
  • Me:
  • Me: stop screaming
  • BTS:
  • Hoseok: i feel faint
  • Tae: *crouches down*
  • Hoseok: *sits on Tae*
  • Me:
  • Me: *pretends to throw something*
  • Hoseok: KJADFKADadGKADJGAD?!?!?!?!!?!
  • Tae: look a dog
  • Namjoon: *trips and crushes Jin's DS*
  • Jungkook: inFIRES MAN
  • Namjoon: IT'S inSPirES!!!!!!!!
  • Jungkook: pardon
  • Jungkook: O_O
  • Yoongi: *yanks on maknae line's leashes except jimins*
  • Jimin: *starts recording with the V app*
  • Hoseok: haerTEU OH MY HAEURTO
  • Jungkook: O_O
  • BTS: i thought you loved all of us
  • Jungkook: O_O
  • Jungkook: O_O
  • BTS: *leaves*
  • Jungkook: O_O
  • Me: *wakes up crying in the middle of the night*
  • Phone: *OH MAN HOLY SHIT notification sound goes off*
  • Me:
  • Me: better check that

30 Day OTP Challenge: exR - Day Three: Pick-up Lines

Day One || Two 

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Grantaire hands the cup over to the cute blonde with a smile. ‘I’m sorry about Marius, he’s just… he doesn’t know how to flirt and instead makes weird noises before he runs away.' 

The young woman lets out a chuckle in reply, shaking her head as she adds a sachet of sweetener to the saucer that the large mug sits on. 'No, don’t worry about it. I found it rather cute.' 

She digs into her satchel bag that’s slung over her shoulder and pulls out a pen and a piece of paper. She then jots something down and Grantaire watches her with a small frown. 'Tell him that talking through text may be easier at first, and if he is interested… here is my number.' 

She hands Grantaire the piece of paper which has her number scrawled beneath her name; Cosette

'Oh my God, seriously? This is your real number?’ Grantaire questions as he stares at Cosette with a sceptic frown on his face. He runs his free hand through his hair, ruffling his black curls as Cosette nods her head in reply. 

Wow,’ Grantaire lets out a low whistle before he chuckles, vaguely aware of the bell above the door chiming, signalling that someone has entered the coffee shop. 'I never thought I’d see the day I’d be craving Marius Pontmercy’s flirting techniques!' 

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catharinaloss  asked:

your one shots are so adorable i'm in love with them aaa!! i have a request omg could you write an AU with what would have happened if Simon didn't 'stopped' Matteo from going after Luna after the competition? ;w;

First: Thank you, this is really sweet of you!!! Second: Not really sure about how in character this is (especially for Luna) but I like it (mostly because I was using this to ignore the fact that I gotta study math) , and I hope you guys do too. 

He notices when Luna skates away with a sad look on her face, because at this point of his life he can’t not be aware of her presence, she is always at the back of his mind, for better or for worse.

Matteo makes the decision before his brain can tell him it’s a bad idea, because given the events of the last week it most definitely is, and before he notices he is going after her. He isn’t even surprised with himself to be honest. He is so focused on the small brunette he doesn’t even notice Simón also going after her but stopping once he sees him, not that he would have cared, or maybe he would.

He finds her in the locker room sitting down in the bench, looking down at her hands with a sad expression that breaks his heart a little, and once again he is reminded that, despite how much  he doesn’t like it, she is his weak spot.

“What’s up with the long face, delivery girl?” He asks, surprising her. “Aren’t you happy for me?”

“No.” She says quickly and the hurries to clarify what she meant. “…I mean.. Yes, I am happy for you.Congratulations, you guys were great, you deserved to win.”

“You guys weren’t bad.”He tells her sitting next to him. “ You just made a minor mistake.”

“Minor…” She laughs humorlessly.

“It wasn’t that bad.” He tells her . “You just didn’t have enough time to practice with Nico, and yet you guys were still great.”

She looks up at him with a soft smile and his heart skips a beat.

“But you guys were better.” She says without a trace of bitterness in her voice but with sadness still lingering on her green eyes. “Congratulations, really, you are going to ace the regional, you just need to remember to keep the same distance between all of you so the symmetry is perfect.

“Thanks.” He chuckles. “I’ll have that in mind.”

After that they stay in silence for a few seconds.

“Why are you here?” She asks him, she clarifies as soon as she sees his confused face. “ You should be out there, celebrating with the rest of your team.”

“Won’t you come with me?” He asks flirty, and smiles when she looks down blushing.

“Nah, I’m okay right here.” She answers not really looking at him.

“Then I’m okay right here too.”

She blushed again and his smiles grows, he had missed talking, or interacting at all, with her.

“You never told me.” She blurts out,obviously trying to change the subject.

“What?” He asks curious.

“Who that song was for.” Yeah…that won’t change the subject at all. Matteo sighs.

“You really have no idea.” He says matter of factly.

“No I don’t, that’s why I’m asking you.” She says confused.

“You really live in the moon.” He tells her, seriously.

“ I do.” Luna agrees. “But what does that have to do with this?”

“Do you remember what I told you?”

“About who the song was for?”Matteo just nods. “You told me that the song was for someone really special.”

“And what else.”

“That she had changed the way that you see things.”


“That I know her really well.” She tells him.

“And what does that tell you?” He asks hoping, but not believing she will get it that way.

“That’s the thing.” She tells turning her body in his direction. “I can’t think of anyone, Ámbar

and I are the only girls I see you around a lot, and that I know, but you told me you don’t wanna date Ámbar again so I honestly have no idea.”

“Luna…” He starts but  he doesn’t know what he really wants to say.

“I mean if you want to date her again, that’s your business.”She says misinterpreting his tone of voice, probably. “ And I fully support you, if that’s what you really want, I mean.”  

“That’s not what I want.” He says carefully.

“Then?” She asks truly confused and, not for the first time, he is left wondering how someone can be so clueless.

“I want you.” He finally says, and the air in his lungs feels a little more dense while he waits for her reaction.

“Oh…”Is all she says, her face unreadable. He can hear more than feel his heartbeat, and yes he is nervous because Luna Valente is an open book and not being able to read her is worrying.


“I’m sorry.” Her expression shifts into one of realization. “It’s just that…Wow…That makes so much sense in retrospective.”

He laughs, but it sounds weird even to his own ears.

“And?” He asks impatiently.

“I don’t know, really.” He feels something in him breaking a little, he ignores it. “Are you sure?”

“Of what?” He asks confused by her words.

“I don’t know.” Luna answers, clarifying exactly nothing. “ About this…me…us?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”  

“ I don’t know.” She says looking down with a mix of confusion and sadness in her eyes.

“Luna.”He softly tilts her chin upward so he can look her in the eye. “Why wouldn’t I be sure?”

“It’s just that we are really different.” She starts to babble. “You are the most popular guy in the school, and the king of the rink and I’m…me, not that there’s anything wrong with being me, I like it, but we are from different worlds…Do you really think this could work?”

“Yes.” He answers as surely as he can.

“Yes?” She asks.

“Yes.”He repeats.

“Okay…then.” She whispers looking at him in a way he can’t quite place.

“Okay then what?” He asks but before he can’t finish talking Luna is using her hands on the bench to get herself to his height and kissing him softly.

Aria is A. Or IS SHE NOT? RANT!

Once upon a time in the spring of 2014 there was a pll fan who had been watching Pretty Little Liars for 6-7 months. The pll fan really loved the show. The pll thought everything was brilliant! Especially the mystery of A, the main plot. Pretty much like anybody else who watched it. One day, the pll fan came across a video on youtube. Called “70 reasons why Aria is A”.(My very first AriA video.<3) “That’s stupid. Why would she be A? None of the girls are A! Why would anybody even think she has something to with her worst enemy?” But decided to watch it. Just for fun and to see what “reasons” there were for her to be A. And after that, the pll fan’s eyes were opened. There was no way back now. The pll fan became a true and loyal “Aria is A believer”. There was no longer doubts and it was impossible to ignore all the clues around Aria. Once you’re in. There is no way out. That pll fan? Was me. One of the most harcore Aria believers there is.

There are so many things to say about this show. Characters, storylines, writing and e.g. other A theories! There are literally clues for everyone. But Aria is the one with the most clues, hints and proofs. (Or maybe except Wren?) And all the theories about her is just damn good and clever. And making one of the victims, the actual perpetrator, that is what I call a plot twist! They’ve could have done it so very good. And they almost did. It could have been an absolutely amazing story.

After the finale I watched a video on youtube with the spoilers for the original script for 6x10. They did not mention anything about Aria… though IF that would have been the episode in the end, would they reveal Aria later in the series? Maybe as Uber A. Just wishful thinking? At least I feel like there was a bigger chance that she would. ESPECIALLY since she there is connections and parallels to Wren and Melissa, they would both be revealed originally.
Now I kind of doubt it since Marlene said that the story of A is over. Just like that. You can’t drag on a story for that long and then just say “game over” at once, then the story is done and you just immediately makes a time jump 5 years forward?

BUT I will watch the whole show. (Ahh…like the first seasons. The good ol’ days<3 Can’t wait!), I will continue reading Aria theories. I will not hesitate to make my own theories about her. It’s still fun. I enjoy Aria theories more than any other theories. Actually, I would call Aria theories my actual hobby. I became so excited of the idea and now I’m stuck. Not that I want to let go either.

I’m sorry but unless I get a big ass fucking hella good explanation from Marlene and the other writers… maybe then I would sort of accept it in some way… that Aria is… innocent… Well, OK I doubt I would. To be completely honest. I KNOW it’s “JUST” a show and “JUST” a theory etc. BUT it is my LIFE. “Passion” like you Marlene recently called it

I stayed up many nights just to think about PLL and the great mystery and I could only fantasize what it would be like when they revealed Aria as A. I was… I AM, obsessed OK. I had several dreams because I was excited for an Aria is A theory video… This show… has destroyed me. I laughed. I cried. I’ve been so happy and so angry. And of course disappointed before, not like this though. Though I still remained hopeful. And for what? Apparently nothing.

I will always stick to this “Aria IS A. NO MATTER WHAT.” Always. Because… why are they way too many clues for her to not be involved then?If they made Aria A. Pretty Little Liars would be my favourite show… thing… EVER! One of the greatest mysteries ever created. Well, even though I just can’t let go. I am not good of explaining or convince you why Aria would make the best A or why I adore it so much. It’s just my opinion. Including “some” others. I guess I can’t express my disappointment enough. *Never ending sigh*

I’m not saying the theories are perfect. Because they’re not. No theory is. I mean, you can’t be right on every single thing in your theory, right? Of course somethings are far-fetched or was maybe explained later. But that’s not the point. There are still too much convincing and some really huge evidence that points to Aria Montgomery. That shouldn’t be ignored.
The “worst” I was expecting about Aria…. “was if she’s not A… Then she is at least being framed or she has a big, dirty secret.” But I guess “things went from worse to worser.” (To quote Hanna.) Well… “You know what they say about hope? Hope breeds eternal misery.” :( A certainly too accurate quote by Spencer, of course. I used to think that they would actually make something out of it.

Sure, not everyone can be pleased with A. I know there are many people hating on the Aria theories. Sure, you can dislike a theory. I dislike Wren theories, Melissa theories etc. I just don’t like the idea of them being A. But it doesn’t mean I will ignore the facts. (And never be rude to someone because of a theory of theirs.)
There are no coincidences in Rosewood.” Ahh, the (in)famous quote by Marlene King. Used by proably every theorist ever.
Buuut lol, apparenly there were apparently extremly many coincidences in Rosewood.

Well… I guess I take this way too seriously. I am way to dedicated. Too addicted. I need a life. Pll used to be so… I am sorry. I just had to finally say all of this.
In my dream world the episode was just a parody or something and we will get to see the finale soon. A finale that’s been worth the waiting.

That’s all for now.. end of rant. But; just for now.
So if Marlene & Co. decided to “nah” “the Aria thing”. The potential… well… it’s your loss then. Suit yourself. I’m done. (OK, I will continue watching in January obviously lol.) Conclusion: I don’t think they will make her A so much anymore. But I strongly believe she really is the real A. Umm… I need some DAMN good alternative ending… so… I guess the only way is fanfiction. For every theory there is. To make it fair, haha. And in my wildest dreams. Or I may just check into Radley at once!

To ALL of the theorist out there I LOVE YOU! YOU ARE ALL AMAZING! And a special THANK YOU to all the Aria theorists. Thank you so much.

xoxo –Ariathekiller

Michael is the type of guy

I just have this belief that Michael would be the guy to fill up his phone with constant reminders to do stuff for you. Just because he would be smart enough to realise that things get hectic really quickly and before he knows it, it could be four days that he has gone with texting you. So every so often he would get a reminder pop up that he made for himself saying, ‘remember to get flowers ordered and delivered to Y/N’ and he’d instantly drop whatever he was doing at the time and call up a florist near your house…

But I feel like even though he’d be the lad to do cute shit for you, he wouldn’t be the guy to boast about you. Like, if you were both at a party together, but you split so that he could chill with his mates and you could go to the other side of the hall to talk with your girls, he still wouldn’t say anything that he would feel bad saying if you were beside him. So, when his mates started talking about sex and girls and they asked Michael if you were good in bed, he would just smile and nod and say, 'she’s perfect for me.’ And then they’d all drift off back into conversation and he’d glance over the room at you and just smile about how genuinely happy he was in the relationship without needing to brag…

And he’d try to be certain about things before they happened. Like with the organisation of the reminders on his phone before, he’d have conversations with you before you went places and he’d ask, ’if we run into fans, are you alright with me stopping and talking, or would you rather we don’t?’ and when you said it was totally fine, he’d go all smitten and kiss your forehead and, 'okay, baby, thank you so much, you’re amazing, you know that?’

And just elaborating on that, Michael would just be such a cautious guy in general. He’d actually have a fear of doing something wrong that could threaten your relationship. Like, just for example, you’d be hooking up on the couch, and then, getting entirely lost in the moment, Michael would slip his hand from your waist to your boob to squeeze gently but straight after doing it, he would just pull away with open eyes and gasp like, 'shit, I’m sorry, I got caught up, do you, is this, am I going too far? I’ll stop, I swear.’ And you’d just have to giggle and put your lips back on his while mumbling, 'I like it,’ and, aw shit, Michael would just absolutely be taken from his solid form and turned into liquid in front of you. Because you’d just have that affect on him…

And just overall, Michael would be so obsessed with you. He would honestly just admire you to death and suck up to you relentlessly. Like, if you were ever doing homework and typing up an essay in your bedroom while he was just lying on your bed, he would just openly gaze at you while you clasped your eyes to think of what to put in the next sentence and he’d tilt his head while he listened to you mumble while trying to remember something. And after ages and ages, he would just sigh and say, 'Y/N, you’re so intelligent.’ So you’d just snort and 'yeah, right, I can’t even write this report,’ and he’d shake his head immediately and come hug you from behind and put his chin on the top of your skull and start arguing, 'No, honey, you’re so smart for staying in school and getting good grades like you do, and I think your intellect is incredibly sexy so don’t ever stop.’

But back tickles though. He would be thoroughly into that shit. And you would need to be thoroughly into that shit as well. Because it would just be a habit of his, whenever you were sitting on his lap or beside him, to put his arm around you and tug you closer to his body so he could softly run his fingers either up and down your spine or along your arm, or sometimes if you were out for dinner, he would just have to do it on your thigh under the table. It wouldn’t be sexual. Just a comforting reminder of his presence. And you’d just turn and smile at him after a while, and he’d smile back, not even realising that he’d subconsciously started rubbing/tickling you…

And Michael is the type of guy who would need to be sleeping in the same bed as you every night. He wouldn’t be able to shut his eyes until you were beside him and he could wrap his arms around you as though you were his teddy and nuzzle his head into your neck. But obviously when he was on tour, that wouldn’t be possible. So every night you’d get a phone call and hear an instant whine, ‘babyyy, I can’t get to sleeep,’ and you’d have to talk to him until he was content and tired enough to rest. Although sometimes he would call you while you were at school or work and he’d have to listen to shuffle your way into the bathroom so nobody could see or hear you, and instead of calming him to slumber, it would just make him laugh and find it more difficult to fall asleep…

But Michael would also be that non-stop talkative idiot who needs your approval and reassurance before he makes a single move. So you would constantly receive texts like so…

And you wouldn’t even realise that your replies sounded frustrated until Michael would call you later that night and be immediately grumbling and mumbly like, 'Y/N, I don’t mean to be so clingy but I just value your opinion so much, baby, and I never want to do anything that you wouldn’t like and you’re like my backbone, you know? And it’s so hard when I’m on the other side of the world becau-’ and you’d have to interrupt like, 'Michael, be quiet, I love it when you’re clingy,’ and he’d just pause and be like, 'seriously?’ and you’d laugh a little and kind of admit to yourself and him that, 'yeah, I guess it’s just an obscure way for me to be aware than I’m needed in someone’s life’ and he’d be smiling like a douche and, 'you’re right, sweet heart. You’re so needed and important to myself and so many other people and I’m so lucky to have you at all. I love you.’


Luke / Ashton / Calum 


aristotlesmendosa  asked:

imagine stevebucky Netflix and chill ;)

10 minutes into netflix and chill and he gives u this look:

Originally posted by tonystarksneice

Steve meets him on Tinder. He honestly doesn’t use it much, except when he’s been drinking, and/or when he and Tony are hanging out, the both of them sitting side by side on the couch swiping and judging one another’s swipes. The thing is, he doesn’t really think he wants just hook-ups, and also, the unhealthy amount of blackface he sees on Tinder really disconcerts him.

But. This Bucky character. Tony had approved, and Steve approved, too. So he’d swiped right, not really expecting anything to come from it.

Then he’d gotten a message. whats the difference between a ferarri and an erection, it reads, because of course it does.

i don’t know, what, Steve replies. Tony makes him, curious as to the answer (Steve’s a little curious too).

i dont have a ferrari

It’s maybe the worst line Steve’s ever heard, but on the other hand, he does laugh at it. He’s trying to figure out how to answer when he gets another message: did u laugh?

He says he did, and a minute later gets a string of smiley faces and: u wanna ride? ;)

“Seriously, go for it,” Tony says, looking over Steve’s shoulder at his phone. “How long’s it been since Peggy? Like a century? Cut loose, man. Just once. He’s hot and you’re lonely. And you know he’s funny, at least.”

So that’s the story of how Steve ends up on a soft warm sofa next to a guy who’s possibly more attractive in real life than he had been on Tinder.

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  • Luke: "Babe, are you ready?", you heard Luke's voice on the other side of your bedroom door. In response, you huffed loudly, throwing yourself on your bed. "Can I come in?", he asked. Not even waiting for your 'no', Luke opened the door, stepping into your room. "Well, this is quite a sight to see," he smirked. "Get out, Luke," you said sadly, covering your half naked body with a sheet. "Oh, c'mon (Y/N). I've seen you wearing less than just underwear," he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch your knee. "Really, I'm not in a good mood, Luke," you tried again, reaching away from his touch. "What happened?", he asked. "Nothing looks good on me. My body is disgusting," you sighed, burying your face on a pillow. "Woah," he said, "That's absolutely not true." "Yes it is," you argued, "I'm not a model, my clothes just look bad on me." "Well, I disagree with that," Luke stood up, walking to your wardrobe, "In fact, I think this dress suits you like nothing else." He held your favorite dress, the one he had give you for your birthday, throwing it over your body on the bed. "It makes me look fat," you mumbled. "No it doesn't," he took your hand and the dress, putting it into your own hand, "It makes you look beautiful, just like you are." You gave up, sliding the dress into your body. "Zip it up?", you asked him, standing in front of a mirror. Slowly, he zipped your dress, starting to kiss you from your back to your neck. "You're beautiful," he whispered in your ear, chin on your shoulder and eyes on your reflection on the mirror, "Never forget that."
  • Ashton: "You know what? We're not going out anymore," you angrily said, putting all of your make up back on it's bag. "What? Why?", Ashton asked, walking into the bathroom. "'Cause I'm too tired for that," you lied. "(Y/N), just a second ago you told me how you weren't tired at all, what's gotten into you?". "Nothing, I just don't want to go out anymore," you lied again. "(Y/N)," he sternly said, like a father does do his child. "What?", you faked confusion. "Why don't you want to go out anymore?", he sighed, walking closer to you. "'Cause my skin looks terrible," you sighed, "And not even make up is covering it." For a moment, Ashton was quiet, just looking at your face. Suddenly, his quietness broke down into a fit of laughter. "What's so funny?!", you scoffed. "You can't seriously be telling me you don't want to go out because you think your skin doesn't look good," he said in between laughs. "Well, I am," you walked past him out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. "C'mon, babe," he followed you, "Your skin doesn't look bad. I don't know where all of this is coming from." "My skin doesn't look bad," you agreed, "It looks terrible." "No it doesn't, (Y/N)," he sat next to you on the bed, "I don't know why you think that." "'Cause I own a mirror," you angrily said. "Babe," he took your face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks, "I think your skin looks perfect; I think you look perfect. Fuck it, I don't even think you should be putting make up on in the first place." "Stop it, Ashton," you blushed, avoiding his gaze. "No, really," he forced you to look at him, "You're going to get dressed, and we're going to go out because your skin doesn't look bad at all. It looks beautiful and I'm not going to let your insecurities get in the way of your happiness."
  • Michael: "Michael," you mumbled, playing with your fingers like a child. "Yeah, babe?", he asked. "Do you think I don't have a personality?", you said in a whisper. "What?", he asked, leaning his ear closer to you so he could hear you better. "Do you think I don't have a personality?", you said a little louder this time. "Why would you say something like that?", he asked dumbfounded. "Because, I don't know, some people say I don't have a personality and that I hide behind you," you kept your voice low. "Babe, come here," he pat the spot next to him on the couch. You walked swiftly, sitting down next to him carefully. Michael wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Now, who exactly said that to you?", he asked. "Just some people," you shrugged. "(Y/N), have you been getting hate again?", he asked you sternly. Your silence only confirmed Michael thoughts. "(Y/N), what had we talked about this?". "If I ever got hate again I was supposed to tell you immediately," you bit your lip, "But that's what I'm doing!", you added. "No, you were supposed to tell me the moment it began to happen again and, by the way you sound, it's not now that it has begun," he played with your hair. "I'm sorry," you whispered. "I don't understand why you can't see how perfect you are to me," he said, "In fact, I sometimes think I'm the one hiding behind you. Your personality is so unique that it outshines other people many times." He kissed your cheek, turning your head so you were facing him. "Of course you're shy when in front of the cameras, but that's 'cause yo like to keep your image private - and that's absolutely okay. It's one of the reasons why I love you. Don't ever let what they say get to you, okay?". "I guess," you murmured. "Good," he said, "'Cause I don't want to ever again see my beautiful girlfriend sad."
  • Calum: Being Calum Hood's girlfriend had many benefits, and one of them was that he always wanted to make you laugh. And, well, it was cute and all, except for the fact that you hated your laugh. You could not stand it. "Is everything okay, (Y/N)?", he asked. "Yeah, why wouldn't it be?", you replied, smiling at him. "It's just that you haven't laughed at any of my jokes," he mumbled sadly. "Oh," you said, "It's not that they weren't funny," you began to explain. "Yeah, right. The boys warned me I wasn't funny," he shrugged. "No, it's not that, Cal," you said, "You're funny - hilarious, in fact -. It's just that, I don't really like my laugh." "What?", Calum asked. "I don't like my laugh," you said, shyer now. "Why?", he got confused. "'Cause it's annoying," you mumbled. "No it's not," Calum argued. "Yes it is," you replied, "And I look ugly when I laugh." "You've got to be kidding me," Calum smirked and you shook your head. "(Y/N), your laugh is one of the nicest laughs I've ever heard," he said, "And you look the cutest when you're laughing." "No I don't, I look weird," you whined. "No, you look happy and it's adorable," he stated. "Calum, really, you're never going to convince me of that. It's an insecurity I have for years," you sighed. For a moment, Calum didn't say anything. Oh, but he did something. His long fingers made their way up your body, going under your shirt and started tickling your stomach. "Calum, no!", you tried to say, "Stop it." "No," he replied, sitting up on the couch. You squirmed underneath him, your laughter filling the room. In the end, Calum end up sat on your stomach, both of you out of breath. "You're beautiful," he mumbled, leaning down to kiss you, "When you laugh, when you cry, when you're sad, when you smile..."
  • "Your file has been most interesting to read, ____."
  • "You tell anyone about that and I will rip every last resistor off your circuit board with my teeth."
  • "We're tight. We go way back."
  • "Oh. Wasn't worried..."
  • I don't wanna come off as a gushing fanatic but I've really enjoyed your work."
  • "Oh are you an actor!? I'm talking about how well you handle a gun, it's very impressive."
  • "I read your book when it came out."
  • "You teach diplomacy, I get called in when diplomacy fails."
  • "I just need to feel a familial connection, ya'know?"
  • "___ says I'm not really allowed to say that word anymore."
  • "Really!? What did you think?"
  • "I'd rather relive those days than drink another one."
  • "I hope you're not offended, but I'm not really familiar with your career."
  • "I hear you're also an actor."
  • "The great thing about you not knowing much about me is I can tell you bullshit like that."
  • "So all these years later has your opinion of me changed?"
  • "I'd rather not state the names if it's worth the same to you."
  • "That is a nice exterior you have."
  • "Alright, but make it quick."
  • "Permission to speak freely, ___?"
  • "I have come to a singular conclusion. You scare me..."
  • "In hindsight, do you see that as a wise decision?"
  • "I'll have you know everything we use is 100% designed and made in the U.S.A."
  • "You honestly can't believe that can you?"
  • "Yeah! Just like- Damn!"
  • "Why is that so hard to believe?"
  • "You make a very compelling point."
  • "Good, you're learning,"
  • "What? Me? No, I'm sure of thinking of somebody else."
  • "_____ and I had a long standing business arrangement."
  • "I don't believe you."
  • "I never understood why men with your natural martial talent never joined the special forces."
  • "What's it like being part if that?"
  • "Thank you for pointing that out."
  • "I can't really be there if I'm already there. You know what I mean?""
  • "Are you high?"
  • "Heard you kidnapped me or something."
  • "That was business."
  • "And what about seducing me and make me serve your every little fantasy?"
  • "Never really thought I'd be seeing you like this again."
  • "Hey, aggressive and vengeful is fun. Though I think that's the part you didn't catch on to."
  • "Uh, sometimes you have to spell it out for me."
  • "You ever take anything seriously?"
  • "I still don't believe you're real, you know."
  • "OK, now you're projecting here."
  • "Well you're a... Wait, what?"
  • "Hey, I just call it as I see it."
  • "Well, let me give you a tip. There is no even."
  • "I believe that you did that all on your own, little [GENDER]."
  • "What have you ever accomplished?"
  • "I was a big fan of yours."
  • "I learned so much from you."
  • "No, man. I learned so much about the real world. You know, the real world. With the people with no faces and messages on everything."
  • "Baby Jesus, you folks are freaks."
  • So, you got anything good on you?"
  • "I tried to kill you and you're hitting me up for ____?"
  • "Sounds perfect to me."
  • "Bet it was a good read."
  • "The list of people killed by you was the longest I'd seen in my entire career."
  • "Shit seemed so much simpler in the old days, didn't it _____?"
  • "What's so funny?"
  • "Not if you wanna keep breathing."
  • "It's like someone is intentionally trying to put us together to see what'll happen. Fucking fan-fiction."
  • "So, how many times?"
  • "I dunno fifty is pretty impressive."
  • "Despite everything I've done with my life, apparently that's what I'm known for."
  • "Well, you're in impressive company."
  • "Me? No, God no, of course not... not that I didn't consider it, once or twice."
  • "Why does everyone keep saying that?"
  • "Guess we both fucked up."
  • "Yeah, we were a pair, you and me."
  • "It is fucked up that we can talk right now."
  • "Looks like we were both too blind for our own good."
  • "Tried to blow 'em up on a boat."
  • "What? No, nothing like... ha, well I'll be damned."
  • "A-ahm. Then, how are you here?"
  • "I can't get over how much different you are from your other you."
  • "I guess you and me have a lot in common after all."
  • "How about that sport's team?"
  • "Hell, if someone wrote that in a book there isn't anyone in the world who'd read that shit."
  • "Why you gotta be a dream killer, man?"
  • "That chick told me something pretty interesting."
  • "She says a lot of crazy shit."
  • "I did mess you up pretty bad."
  • "I already won once. I don't need to do it again."
  • "How you holding up? Things getting too crazy for you?"
  • "Did I ever tell you about the time I choked a man to death with my bare hands?"
  • "I can still feel his pulse, beating against the palms of my hand, getting slower and softer, until nothing."
  • "Oh, where have you heard that?"
  • "From the last fantasy game I saw online."
  • "So, you were some big hotshot gangster?"
  • "Did it piss you off to find out she faked her death just to get out of her contract?"
  • "Hurts like a bitch when it's gonna rain."
  • "Watch yourself old man."
  • "Don't get mad at me for telling the truth."
  • "It's amazing the lives I've changed just telling my story."
  • "If I got even one kid off the street it was all worth it."
  • "This was not the downer I was looking for."
  • "Yeah, I had to give that up at some point."
  • "Cause I am totally family material."
  • "I'm not getting anywhere with this argument, am I?"
  • "Are you sure you do not want to go out with me sometime?"
  • "It is just that I have been alone for so long and you and I have so much in common."
  • "I gotta be honest, I don't see any real similarity."
  • "Thanks for rescuing me."
  • "It was on the way!"
  • "Why a whiny brat like him?"
  • "But he's so fucking annoying."
  • "Are you jealous that I did not approach you with the offer?"
  • "Wait, you haven't told anybody, have you?"
  • "Do you want me to tell everyone about what you kept in that locked drawer in your desk?"
  • "You set an example for a lot of men who were questioning their own fashion choices and maybe even who they were inside."
  • "Hold on. By repopulate you mean?"
  • "So, I hear you're really good with computers and stuff."
  • "I guess being taken hostage really changes you."
  • "He ended getting killed when he tattooed the number for the police department's tip hotline to the back of his hand."
  • "Why do humans see the need to permanently mark their body with ink?"
  • "Why do robots see the need to ask such stupid pointless questions?"
  • "You simply don't get it, you had no chance, ever."
  • "You heard about that psychotic witchdoctor before me?"
  • "Kind of a cliché answer."
  • "Kind of a cliché conversation."
  • "Good point. I'll be quiet now."
  • "You know, I had a best friend named ____ once."
  • "I hope for your sake that's a compliment."
  • "How are you enjoying the field work?"
  • "Mastermind is more my speed."
  • "An allure? Is it spy-code for dirt, blood, fire, nausea and the insufferable blatherings of monosyllabic enemies that all look alike?"
  • "I imagine they have already seen themself naked."
  • "What are you doing after this? Maybe see where things go?"
  • "You're not nearly the psychopathic killing machine I was led to believe."
  • "You and I share that."
  • "Oh God! You're one of those."
  • "A thug? Are you saying that I am just a thug?"
  • "You really wanna shut your mouth now, son."
  • "I admit I feel the most direct kinship with you."
  • "We're outcasts, you and I. Strangers even amongst peers."
  • "This is... probably a strange time to mention it, but you were one of the best bad guys."
  • "I even had one of your action figures."
  • "Who would have thought, eh? You and me fighting side by side."
  • "Your brawn and my brains, your sass and my good looks, we're like a buddy cop show."
  • "There's no way you could have known that information, my cover was flawless."
  • "Well, that's quite a theory you have there."
  • "You know, I was like you once, I thought I could take down ____ and carry on with business as usual."
  • "You know, that wouldn't have been a bad idea."
  • "It's nice to get to talk to you on a more personal level."
  • "On second thought, I have enough friends."
  • "You almost remind me of my former assistants."
  • "Well, they actually had a measure of intelligence"
  • "Hey, if you ever get back into the whole criminal thing again, I can totally get you the hookup for good product."
  • "You don't employ any crazy dudes with Machetes do you?"
  • "Do I make you uncomfortable? If so, I apologize."
  • "You are always backing away from me and giving sideways glances as if I am contagious."
  • "So you're the playa's right-hand man. How's that working out for you?"
  • "Sorry man, but you gotta let that shit go."
  • "Oh that's funny. Coming from the people who scarred my face."
  • "I'm not looking to make friends here."
  • "That about sums it up. Yeah."
  • "You think you've gone crazy, don't you?"
  • "You know, I'm a pretty popular singer now."
  • "I was thinking we can hang some time. I let you hear some of my tracks."
  • "I have been watching footage of your old fighting matches."
  • "Funny how two completely different worlds can create things that are so similar."
  • "I am sure it was completely coincidental. You will be hearing from my attorneys."
  • "It's nice to see a celebrity who can handle a gun, seems most of them can barely land a punch."
  • "I hear you brother, no shit."
  • "Guy who played you sounds nothing like you though."
  • "____ is more powerful than you can imagine."
  • "Are you saying I don't have personality?"
  • "Cool it, ___. I'm just fucking with you."
  • "Oh no! Don't even speak to me. You don't get that right."
  • "Open your mouth again and you'll be singing falsetto permanently."
  • "I know. Man, those were good times."
  • "I thought I listened to you die. I thought that if we'd only gone back for you we could've stopped it."
  • "I'm right here, I didn't die and besides, that wouldn't have been on you."
  • "I'd say sorry about ____, but that bitch nearly ran me over with her car."
  • "You know, we took on a whole gang of maniacal wrestlers in masks years ago."
  • "Oh, well. He's dead now."
  • "Ahh, it takes a strong soul to stand up to ____. Huh, you seem to me more than your hooker getup suggests."
  • "But you do look completely like a hooker."
  • "You are a terrible mistress and should be ashamed."
  • "Oh! Ah, terribly sorry. It's just, well, look at you."
  • "I like your shoes."
  • "Yeah, they're pretty nice, I guess."
  • "The skirt, looks good on you."
  • "Ya got anything to eat? I'm starving."
  • "I'm just saying I'm willing to forgive and forget if you are honey."
  • "You ain't getting close enough to shank me."
  • "This whole invasion thing has fucked up everything. You know?"
  • "You step out of line just once and I'll find an even bigger building to drop your ass from."
  • "Just how much of your body is tattooed?"
  • "Any chance you might be looking for a good time?"
  • "Streets are so noisy, I figure we could go some place more quiet. Maybe my place at nine. You bring the wine, I'll bring... my questions."
  • "Two glasses of that and I just can't control myself."
  • "Man, I loved you as a bad guy back in the day."
  • "Then you became a good guy and I was like what the hell."
  • "God! I don't know why the ____ calls in you people for help. I mean what the hell."
  • "Look, just because I was on the opposing side doesn't mean I'm some lesser being."
  • "I was a member of a voodoo gang. Thank you very much."
  • "So can you play music or anything useful?"
  • "Yes, I have quite a large library of music from your world."
  • "I thought you were some kind of servant robot, so come on play something."
  • "Is there any way I can get an autograph some time?"
  • "Personally I hate hippy bullshit."
  • "You, woah, this is trippy. I can't believe I'm hanging out with the guy from that Ghost Busting movie."
  • "You're like an empire god, you know all the tricks. I learned a lot. That's how I built a legion of loyal followers."
  • "You know someone who deals in tiny plastic toy ponies?"
  • "What the hell. This is bullshit, man."
  • "It's just, you know, it's a skirt. Not exactly the manliest outfit, especially for taking alien hordes in crime ridden city."
  • "Just because we're not in the ring doesn't mean I won't lay your ass out."
  • "You know what I wear under my kilt? Your girlfriend's lipstick."
  • "I gotta say ____ you're looking really good."
  • "Come on, if we're gonna work together you have to get over..."
  • "Nice. Something about power makes a woman really sexy."
  • "You know maybe after we're done here you and me should talk some more."
  • "I suppose ____ told you about the time I tried to get her take a bullet for me."
  • "Ehh. I've had guys do worse."
5sos Preference: You are with him when he hears She Looks So Perfect on the radio for the first time!
  • Calum: "Higher Cal, higher!" you shout down to your boyfriend who has graciously agreed to push you on the swings at the park down the street from your house. "Ok Miss Bossy" he mumbles and sticks his tongue out at you when you glare back at him "Only joking princess" he teases catching the swing and running back to give you an extra huge push. "Woooo!" You shout tilting your head back as you glide through the air. He runs around to the front and stops the swing as it begins to slow down. He hangs over you by the strings and gently reaches down to smooth your hair behind your ear "I like seeing you smile (Y/N), and I love when this happens to you" he smiles, grazing his fingertips across your blushing cheeks. "Well Cal I just, I love you, every single part of you…and that was really cheesy, but screw it, I like cheesy" You say trying to hold in your laughter as you tug Calum down by the shirt and press your lips to his. "That was pretty bad (Y/N) even for you.." he mutters against your lips. "Hey" you tease lightly slapping his arm "Kidding, kidding!" he yells ducking out of the way of your swinging arms "My baby is feisty" he jokes wiggling his eye brows at you, you are about to respond when his phone begins to ring, "It's Luke, one sec?" "Of course babe" you say and he answers the call. "Wait, wait, wait a minute slow down, what?…you serious? No way! Shit we're gonna miss it! Hey bro gotta go, but augghh so pumped!!" He hangs up the phone and looks over at you with wide eyes. "She Looks so Perfect is playing on the radio for the first time as we speak" he squeals with excitement "WHAT? NO WAY!" you shout "Well we need to get the hell home then!" you yell. The two of you take off running as fast as you can back to your house and charge up the stairs to your room. You dive across the bed and reach for the stereo with shaking hands. Finally, you hear it, just in time to listen to Calum sing his verse. You turn to look at him and find him standing there in shock listening to his own voice play on the radio. He doesn't really move a muscle until the final chords come through the speakers, and you don't try and make him, you just let him have his moment. When the song ends he collapses onto your bed and buries his face in his hands "Cal…honey, you ok?" you whisper crawling up behind him on the bed and rubbing his back softly. When he looks up, its clear that he was crying "Happy tears?" you ask quietly. "Yeah…crazy happy, I cant believe I could ever have gotten this lucky, my dreams are coming true tears" he says wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "Well Calum Thomas Hood believe it because you deserve every single wonderful that has happened to you and it's clear that you have many, many more wonderful things to come." You reach up and ruffle his hair "God I'm so proud of you" you say now crying a bit yourself "Fuck, what is happening to me right now" Calum says turning around and pulling you into his lap. He wraps his arms tightly around your stomach and buries his face in your chest. He remains there for several minutes, sniffling quietly and taking it all in while you gently run your fingers through his hair and tell him over and over again how proud of him you are. "What the hell, this is the most embarrassing way to react to something like this ever…" he groans. "Hey, hey, hey this is not embarrassing, it's actually one of the sweetest things I have ever seen, you have no idea how much I love you right now Calum" "Really…?" he asks looking up at you "Hell yes" you say. He sits up and looks at you "Babe, yano how the song is called she looks so perfect? Well she" he points to you "Looks so perfect" he finally smiles "Who's the cheesy one now?" he jokes tackling you to the bed and sloppily kissing you all over your face. You squirm and shout and carry on until he stops and hovers for a moment his soft lips directly above yours "I mean it though, (y/n) you're the perfect girl for me" he whispers so close to that it sends shivers through your entire body. He continues to torture you leaving his lips just close enough to drive you crazy, until you can't take it anymore. You curl your arms behind his neck and pull him down so you can passionately press your lips to his. He immediately gives in dropping down to press his body onto yours as he urgently moves his lips against yours. He whimpers quietly into your mouth as you run your fingers roughly through his hair. "Fuck (y/n), this…this is the perfect day" he groans, you just smirk mischievously "It's about to get even better" you say as you begin to slip of your shirt.
  • Michael: "…HEY, HEY HEY. HEY, HEY HEY…." with a sudden jolt you jump up from the couch as a familiar tune start to play from the stereo across the living room. "WHAT!?! MIKEY GET DOWN HERE! DO YOU HEAR THIS??!?!" You shout as you charge over to the stereo and turn the sound up so high the bass drum begins to shake the windows. "DON'T MOVE HONEY" you shout/ sing along with Luke while stumbling up the stairs two at a time. You leap up to the final step and burst into your boyfriend's bedroom. "MICH-…babe seriously" you say as you spot him still sound asleep under the covers with a pillow over his head, only Michael could sleep through something this exciting you think to yourself with a giggle. Considering this is a monumental moment in Michael's life, you don't feel too guilty when you jump onto the bed and rip the covers off of him. He groans immediately and tries to pull them back over his face "no, no, not this time Mr. you don't wanna miss this" you say plopping down onto his back and pulling his arm away from his face. He groans, but it does get him to open his eyes and peak up at you. "Michael, listen carefully, do you hear what is playing?" He looks at you warily, but sits up to listen. There's a second of silence before "HOLY FUCK, THAT'S, THAT'S US, THAT'S ME!" he shouts suddenly wide awake. "well come on then it's almost over let's get down there and dance our asses off!" you say jumping up and dragging a very shocked Michael down the stairs after you. He grabs your hands and the two of you spend the final chorus dancing like maniac's. "AND I KNOW NOW THAT I'M SO DOWN!" the final words blast through the speakers as Michael slides his arms around your waist and sloppily kisses your neck just next to your collar bone. "Holy shit" he mumbles against your shoulder. "Annnnndd that was a new one, She Looks So Perfect by the up and coming band 5 seconds of summer, what a tune, what a tune!" the announcer finishes. "That's us!" Michael shouts and his smile is so full of pride and excitement that you can't help the tear that slips down your cheek. "Wait what, babe why the tears?" he says worriedly stepping closer, "No, no happy tears Michael, I just, I'm so proud of you for everything you have accomplished and that was your song on the radio and I just can't believe how far you have come. Just, wow Michael" As the words spill out faster and faster you mentally kick yourself for ruining Michael's big moment with your emotions. "Aww c'mere baby" He says opening his arms for you. You burry your face in his chest and he wraps his arms tightly around you. "I love you for caring this much, it really does mean the world to me, there is no one on this earth who I would rather have spent this moment with then you." He mumbles against your hair. "I'm so proud of you Michael" you say standing up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "Aw stop your making me blush" he teases. After a few more minutes of hugging, he leads you over to the sofa "I wish I hadn't slept through the beginning, but oh well, thank god you were around to wake me huh?" he says elbowing you in the ribs. "Well…we could always call back and request that they play it again" you smirk pulling out your cell phone and dialing the radio station.
  • Ashton: "Babe come on hurry!!" you hear your boyfriend shout energetically from the basement. "be there in a sec Ash!" you yell down the stairs. He groans "it's coming on in exactly 2 minutes, you're gonna miss it I can't feel it…" he says nervously "Ok , ok I'm here, I'm here" you say as you jog down the stairs and plop down onto the couch next to him. You can't help but smile from ear to ear at the sight of him nervously anticipating this exciting new aspect of life as the member of a famous band. You still can't get over how much has happened in the past year, the boys have accomplished so much and you have been right there along with them through it all. Sometimes as their biggest fan sitting front and center cheering them on, or occasionally as a late night reassurance phone call for Ashton when being alone on tour got just too hard. It's been a long road, but the happiness it bring's Ashton makes it completely worth it. With all that in mind, you're heart swells with pride as you watch your boyfriend sitting on the edge of his seat, absently shaking his knee to the beat of "royals" as he stares at the clocks visibly counting down the seconds until She Looks So Perfect will makes it's debut appearance on the radio. "20 seconds!" he shouts, turning to flash that classic Ashton smile at you that you love more than anything. "10! count with me (Y/N)!" the two of you jump out of your seats and shout at the top of your lungs "10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1!!" theres a silence, neither of you move until the announcer begins to speak "Alrighty, next up we have the new single from our very own 5 seconds of summer! Great song boys, you've made us proud! Here it is, She Looks So perfect!" there's a pause and then the familiar guitar chords begin to play. "HEY, HEY HEY!" the two of you shout jumping around the room singing along. During Luke's verse you dive onto the couch and use the TV remote as a microphone "IF YOU DONT SWIM YOU'LL DROWN!" Ashton then jumps up to join you "SO DON'T MOVE, HONEY" You begin to air guitar as Ashton air drums "Augh Ash, that drumming, that's you! My baby is playing drums on the radio!" you shout jumping on his back and kissing him sloppily on the cheek. "Holy shit you're right, that's me!" he shouts over the music with wide eyes. The final chords ring through and Ashton steps back staring at you in shock "Well then what the hell (Y/N), my band was on the radio, we did it!" his smile shines brighter than ever and you have no doubt that you are smiling just as bright. "Wow I can't believe this, we need to keek this, I need to thank everyone, is that ok?" he asks, "More than ok, let's do it babe" you say grabbing his phone from the table and handing it to him. "Hey guys! So I don't know if any of you heard but THEY JUST PLAYED SHE LOOKS SO PERFECT ON THE RADIO! I must say it was a pretty crazy time for us over here in the Irwin household, I've got my girl here (Y/N) who was air guttering like a pro, say hi babe" he says turning the camera on you "hey guys! So proud of the boys, they deserve all of the success in the world don't you think?" you say "Ohh come on you're making me blush" Ashton groans, walking closer to you and putting his arm around your shoulders "She is too nice to me guys I don't know what to do" he says kissing you on the cheek "Too nice? really then, so you would rather have me be mean?" you say jokingly shrugging his arm off of your shoulder "Nooo, I like when you're nice" he says pulling you back over to him "Augh 5 seconds, ok I love you all thanks for supporting us!! bye! Say Bye (Y/N)" you wave just as the keek finishes. "Nice, thanks (y/n), this was just too monumental not to keek it" he says fiddling with his phone to post the video. "No problem" you say kissing his cheek. he looks up from his phone at that and smiles "(y/n)? Did you mean that, you really are proud of me?" he asks quietly. You're eyes get wide "Ashton are you kidding? I am so proud of you words can't even begin to describe it. You have accomplished so many of your dreams and I know it can only get better from here and I just can't wait to see what the future will bring. Not to mention the fact that you are one of the nicest guys I know, the most talented drummer I have ever seen and the best boyfriend a girl could ask for, so yeah saying i'm proud is a bit of an understatement" You say hoping that the sincerity of your words carries out through your voice. "God how did I get so lucky to find you, that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me, aw come here lovely" he says moving forward to squeeze you into a tight hug. "I'm most definitely the luckiest guy on earth" he mutters into your hair.
  • Luke: You were just about to boredom-check twitter for the 9th time in the past 15 minutes when the "Lukey <3" contact pops up on your phone screen. "Hey Luke" you answer "Hey lovely what are you up to?" he asks brightly. You bite your lip at the sound his deep voice through the speakers "Not much actually, it's a bit of a boring day at home I'm afraid" you reply. "Hmm wellll, I'm sort of on your front porch and I was wondering if I could come in for a bit, but I understand if you're too busy I should've called first…" he trails off shyly. You are already running down the stairs as you reply "Are you kidding me? Seeing you're number pop up on the screen made me happier then I have been all day!" you heave open the front door and suddenly your breath catches in your throat. Luke is leaning against the wall, wearing a tight black t-shirt and his famous skinny, skinny jeans, and he looks…well breathtaking. The beauty of this boy never ceases to catch you off guard, maybe it's in the way his t-shirt clings to his broad shoulders or the styling of his hair that is just messy enough to make you desperately want to run your fingers through it. Everything about Luke takes your breath away, his bright smile, that fucking lip ring that never fails to instantly turn you on and most importantly those bright blue eyes that have the capability of drawing you into them with no hope of finding your way out. "Hi…hi…" you say slowly lowering your phone from your cheek. "Hey there beautiful" he says flashing a smile and stepping forward to greet you with a kiss. He is about to lean in, but stops himself "Hey (Y/N) you ok? You seem a little…" he trails off, his eyes studying your face carefully "What?" you say snapping yourself out of it "yeah just…well you, you're kind of gorgeous yano that right?" you blush distracting your gaze by staring down at your toes. He chuckles "Me? Nahh, you're the gorgeous one" his fingers raise to gently lift your chin and finally, his lips press against yours, lightly at first as if he is expressing all of his feelings for you in the tenderness of a single kiss, but that's not enough for you right now, you step forward and encircle his neck with your arms, you begin to kiss him with much more intensity and before long he returns it with a gruff passion of his own. His tongue darts across your lips quickly, and his hands begin to fall lower and lower down your back as he urges you to jump up and wrap your legs tightly around his waist. you continue to desperately run your fingers through his already tousled hair. He slowly moves back and presses your back against the bricks of your porch never breaking contact with your lips "Fuck…" he groans against your mouth "We're on your porch, we should uh…go in" without putting you down he opens the door and carries you up to your bedroom. He walks over to your bed and sinks down onto it. You stare at each other for a moment and then it's the tangle of limbs and lips against lips and the quiet sound of moans slipped unconsciously from both of you. In a rush Luke sits up and pulls his shirt over his head, yet again your breath catches in your throat "This never get's old" you mutter as you run your fingers across his chest. You lean up and pull your shirt off as Luke stares in awe "God you're beautiful" he mutters as he leans down to connect his lips with yours once again. Minutes go by of the radio playing faintly in the background and Luke driving you crazy with his the feeling of his lips and his warm touch against your skin until you can't take it anymore you reach down and begin to unbutton his jeans when suddenly something else grabs your attention. "simmer down simmer down…" Luke obviously doesn't notice because he continues to kiss along your collarbone and up your neck leaving what is surely several hickeys behind in his place. Though it's insanely distracting, you strain your ears to be sure you heard right, "She looks so perfect standing there in her american apparel under ware!" you definitely heard right "Luke, listen!" you say trying to contain your excitement, he stops for a second to listen and suddenly sit's up straight "Holy hell babe, that's us! On the radio! I have to turn it up" He runs over to the radio and raises the volume until it's blasting. He throws himself back onto the bed and the two of you scream the lyrics at the top of your lungs and air guitar throughout the entire thing. As it comes to an end Luke rolls off and turns the volume down "Well then, wasn't expecting that" he says crawling back over to you "Can you believe they actually played us, my band, 5 seconds of summer on the radio?" He says shaking his head "Well actually I can, you deserve this Luke, all of it" You looking at him sincerely. "Thanks babe…so uh, that was a rush, but it doesn't mean I forgot what was happening before" he teases rolling the two of you over so he is once again hovering on top of you. "Now, where were we?" he smirks wiggling his eye brows at you.
  • ***: Sorry these are so long I sorta got carried away, but I hope you like this! Augghh just this fricking band, I can't anymore. I'm going through a crisis because I can't decide which girl I am…so I have decided I am simply a luke/calum/michael/ashton girl. That's all there is too it.
Beach Christmas - Requested (Calum)

NUMBER SEVENTEEN (Can you do a Calum imagine here you don’t have money to go home and celebrate Christmas so Calum takes you to meet his own family and they surprise you with presents and stuff) requested by Anon, ENJOY!!!!

*Merry Christmas!* you send the message to Calum as you wait for the kettle boil, seconds later your phone is ringing, you pick it up to see a FaceTime coming through from Calum. You answer and wait for it to connect, Calum’s face beaming through the phone.

‘Merry Christmas’ he cheers, you chuckle a little 'Hey’ you greet, 'You look beautiful’ he winks, 'Cal I just got out if bed, I haven’t even had a drink’ you laugh, but he just shrugs. 'So what time you coming round?’ He asks, you smile a little, mixing your coffee with your spare hand.

'Yeah, I was thinking Cal, I’m just gonna stay here. I mean you hardly see your family anyways and I don’t want to intrude on your biggest break’ you explain, he is just smiling at you; you nod a little when he doesn’t speak.

'Oh sorry, was that not a joke?’ He fakes and you narrow your eyes. 'Calum’ you whine. 'What? I see you less then I see them and this way I get to see you all at once’ he tells you casually.

'But I’ve only met them once, I don’t want to make their Christmas awkward’ you explain, he frowns and parts his lips as though he is about to say something but you notice his eyes look over the phone, 'Show her’ you hear Mali whisper from off camera. 'Oh’ Calum nods as though just remembering something and you bite down a smirk, he starts walking and you just wait until the camera is turned and you see a pile of present about to someone’s knees.

'They are your from me’ you hear Calum, you frown a little and the camera is brought back to his face, he has a huge smile pulling his lips. 'What? Mine?’ You ask shocked and he nods. 'Nooo, Cal we said no presents’ you whine, he pulls a face before slowly shaking his head. 'Nope don’t remember that, maybe I remember you saying you couldn’t get presents and I said it was fine’ he teases and you narrow your eye. 'Cal I haven’t got you anything’ you pout making him laugh a little his eyes crinkling in the corners.

'And check this out’ the camera is turned again to show five presents, your raise your eyebrows in question before it’s turned back again 'two are from Mel and three from mum and dad’ he tell you, you gasp 'seriously! Oh god Cal I haven’t got them anything. I feel so bad’ you tell him and he shrugs. 'They don’t care and Mel said if you don’t come here we are all coming to you’ you roll your eyes before sighing.

'Fine, you win, when do you want to round?’ You ask and he shrugs 'Aby time is good’ he tells you 'Okay so like two hours?’ You asks, at his jaw drops and eyes widen, 'an hour?’ You question and this time he pulls an unimpressed face. 'When do you want me to come?’ You ask, 'Twenty minutes’ he gives you a cheeky smile. 'Cal it take fifteen to get to yours’ you laugh. 'It’s okay I’m gonna pick you up’ his eyes look off camera again and you can hear hushed voices but not the words. 'Nope, no I won’t because my car if getting fixed, Mel will pick you up’ he nods. You shake your head to decline the offer but Calum talks over you. 'Great see you in ten minutes bye’ and he hangs up. SHIT ten minutes to get dressed and ready to go.


'Oh noooo, do people actually do that on Christmas here?’ You laugh as you follow Mali into the house and she laughs too. 'We sure do, Australians going the beach is like British having snow’ she explains this makes you laugh harder. 'It doesn’t actually snow on Christmas, hasn’t for year’ you I from her, she throws her hands up in defence 'Sorry, and forgot I was talking to a Brit’ she laughs and you nudge her shoulder makings her laugh a little more.

'My two favourite girls getting in so well’ you look up to see Calum’s deep eyes holding yours. 'Oh and here’s my number one’ he cheers, you turn a little to see Joy coming through behind you, she laughs her eyes crinkling like Calum’s do, as she walks to him, he throws his arm over her shoulders. 'Hold up, mum favourite?’ Mali teases, Joy laughs 'I birthed him I have to get some positives from it’ she jokes making you laugh. 'I’m the perfect son and don’t you forget it’ he winks down to his mum.

'Keep dreaming rock star, I’ll always be favourite’ Mel teases his further as she walks past ruffling his hair and she calls 'baby brother’ over et shoulder, You follows her and as soon as they are both out of sight Calum comes forwards takin your waist in his hands and softly pressing his lips to yours. 'I’m glad you came, Christmas wouldn’t have been right knowing you were alone and not with me’ he whispers against your lips.

'I can’t believe they want me here, it’s only been a couple of months’ you remind him, he shrugs 'longer than anyone else, and they love you so better get used to it’ he wink before pressing his lips back to yours, you move first, parting your lips to get him to move and he does, one hand moving to your neck pushing your head closer to his as your lips you with each other. You’re interrupted by a clearing of the throat and pull back to see David standing in the door awkwardly. You give him a small smile.

'Erm, sorry I will leave you to…erm…yep’ he stutters clearly uncomfortable. 'No we’re just about to come’ you tell him, his face brightens as he nods and gushers you into the room where the other two are.


‘I can’t believe I’m on the beach on Christmas day, its crazy’ you laugh, Calum chuckles pulling you down so you’re sitting on his chest, while he is sprawled out on a deck chair his dad bought. ‘Welcome to Sydney baby’ he jokes, closing his eyes, ‘Cal I’ve been her months’ you hit his chest lightly. ‘Well you wouldn’t know it from how pale you are, you need to get out more’ he teases, you huff ‘It’s not my fault I’m not beautifully tanned’ you moan, a smirk tugging his lips as he squints to see you, ‘I know I am babe, don’t be jealous’ he laughs, ‘Oh  no I was talking about Mel’ you laugh, he glares at you, poking his finger into your side, you jump up to avoided it but he doesn’t leave it, standing and chasing after your, you squeal as you jump over a sand castle, you reach the water just before Calum and kick it at him, he freezes glaring at you, you gasp covering your mouth, ‘Oh baby, I’m sorry, I got your hair wet’ you tease with a wink and that’s all he needs to jump in after you, his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you back against him, pressing his lips into your shoulder, he leaves a soft kiss and when you realise he isn’t gonna tickle you, you relax into him. ‘I’m glad you came’ he tells you, ‘I’m glad you gave me no choice’ you laugh a little and he does too. You pull out of his arms and walk backwards a little, him watching you, he pouts when he sees you get out of the water.

You run back to where the others, you look over your shoulder to see where Calum is but as you spin to look back but you hit someone full force, flying to the floor, you hear a groan and realised you and Mali where in a bundle, twisted together on the sand, you both groan for a second before looking at each other and falling into fits of laughter. ‘Merry Christmas’ she pushes out through her cries of laughter, you nod taking one of Calum’s outstretched hands as Mali takes the other and he pulls you up at the same time. ‘My two girls will always need me’ he brags winking at you, you roll your eyes as his arm wraps around you holding your waist, Mali standing next to you, David holds out a drink to you, you take it and Mali takes one too, Joy hands Calum one and keeps the other to herself, while David pours himself another, you stand to gather, and Joy smiles at you all, raising her glass in the middle, ‘Merry Christmas’ she cheers, we all cheer too, and Calum presses his lips under your ear and whispers ‘Many more to come’.

From Chelsea

Danny Castellano is My Whole Damn World

Wait, no, that wasn’t the name of the episode was it…?

Hmm. Well, it might as well have been because…look if I need to explain why then you clearly haven’t watched it. So go watch it, flail about a bit, die from squealing too much, resurrect yourself, drink some water (you’re probably dehydrated from all the drooling over Messina hng) and then read this. Ok? Alright then.

Also, most of this is either me swooning over Danny/Chris or flailing over Dandy sooooo….be warned!

Oh and about half way through I started calling everyone assholes so there’s that too. I think I still have too many feels or something. I can’t cope.

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