i will never find someone more perfect than you

“Not Your Fault” Spencer Reid

“Why are you even pretending you’re okay when you’re clearly not?”

You just looked at Reid like he was crazy for even thinking of asking that. You were sitting next to each other on the jet, like you always did, but it was only because he had joined you and not because you followed your habit. You wanted to be alone, but Reid never let that happen, even when you begged him to.

“Why are you pushing this when you know I clearly don’t want to talk about it?” you bite back, not being able to contain the anger and irritation that was eating you away. Reid didn’t even flinch, he’d handled your aggressiveness too many times before to let it get to him.

“Not talking about it isn’t going to solve it.” he countered back, letting his words out as a whisper, seeing as everyone else was drifting off to sleep. Sleep was the last on your mind. “(Y/N), that wasn’t your fault. Even if you had gotten there sooner, you couldn’t have saved them. It was a bomb, come to think about it, you would have died if you entered the building. It wasn’t your fault.”

But it was — as least in your mind. 10 people had lost their lives because you didn’t get to the unsub sooner, that’s what you kept telling yourself. You knew how this would end, stuck at home with your head buried in your pillow, tears falling from your face and sobs shaking your body, unanswered phone calls and dismissed messages. That was the worst part of the job, the realisation that you could have been better and faster, thus keeping lives intact. But you hadn’t.

“Aren’t we supposed to protect people? One another?” you glanced at JJ whose leg had been injured due to the explosion. “If we can’t do that, why are we doing this in the first place?”

Reid took a deep breath and turned his body to yours. “I said the exact same thing to Hotch when I thought Emily died. I know how you’re feeling, like your best isn’t even near enough but trust me, it’s more than enough. You’re one of the most skilled agents, both on field and off, the team wouldn’t be the same without you. I certainly wouldn’t.”

He takes your hand and begins fumbling it with his own, his eyes looking down at the scene. You know he wants to say something, the way he frowns and looks down is his tell, you’ve seen it happen hundreds of times before. Silently encouraging him to continue, you squeeze his hands and give him a small smile.

“It makes me sad when you undermine yourself because you have so much potential, so much worth. You do it all the time, not just with work stuff but with how you see yourself. I wish you’d see what I see.”

Reid had a habit of doing this, being so sweet it took you by surprise. You weren’t used to being told such heartwarming words, never in a completely genuine and honest situation. So every time the genius would say certain things, it would make your heart flip in your chest, his words meaning a lot more than you would ever show.

“I’ve never met someone like you, in fact, I never imagined someone like you could exist. I am not a believer of perfection nor will I ever be, but I do believe that you’re the closest to it I’ll ever find. You’re special, (Y/N). One of a kind. Why do you fall into the false belief that you’re not?”

You shrugged, still holding on to the hand he had offered. “I’ve never really had anyone in my life who made me feel like I was enough, I guess. Even when I did my best, I was expected more of and it drove me crazy. Things like that stick with you, no matter how long it’s been. There’ll never be a time when I don’t punish myself for not being what others need me to be.”

“Well,” Reid starts, looking over your every feature. “I only need you to be yourself. That’s what any of us need from you, nothing else. Maybe that cupcake recipe, though.”

You join him in soft laughter. For a moment, you stare at him, not hesitating before putting your arms around him and hugging him. Something about being in his arms made every single worry leave your body, every bad memory abandon your mind, every insecurity meet its end. The embrace was long and serene, neither person in any hurry to let go. He breathed deeply, savoring the feeling of your tight embrace.

Your eyes were closed and you knew you had to let go, the length of the hug was creeping into awkward territory, not that either would mind. You regretfully slid your hands off his shoulders and they came to rest on his arms, but your face remained where it was — tucked away in Reid’s neck. He felt you release him, but your body remained where it was. Were you done? He slowly pulled his head back, to find out what exactly this was now.

You had never looked into each other’s eyes from such a close proximity before, your lips had never been just inches apart. You felt overwhelmed with the warmth that radiated off Reid’s body and the sweet scent of his cologne, the way his eyes cast down to your lips and how he licked his own, how-

“Oh just do it!” Morgan snorted as he looked up from his phone, taking his headphones out. You sprint apart, almost like the poles of two different magnets, your face almost as red as your sweater. You glare at him furiously and get back to a normal sitting position, not daring to look the other man in the eye, knowing he would be just as flustered.

Ignoring Morgan’s teasing, Reid went back to the book he was reading and you simply sat and thought about a million things all at once, like you had before. You’d probably discuss what almost happened the day after, but for now. For now Reid’s fingers brush against your own, slowly intertwining your hands so that Morgan wouldn’t notice. And it was perfect, absolutely perfect.

“So about that cupcake recipe…”

Originally posted by somedaysiamgayerthanusual

You know I just love this woman.

She hasn’t even met the man for more than a couple hours but she has already given him a loving nickname, like he’s part of the family.

She cooks for him.

Also she made it EXTRA-LARGE, I’m sure not everybody gets that special treatment.

“An extra-large for the handsome russian boy.”

And just look how delighted she gets when Victor praises her food. She’s just the perfect mother in law.

And never forget this.

She looks so proud, so pleased, and you know most parents want their kids to find someone who’ll take care of them the same way they did, because their kids are their treasures, they are what they consider most precious in their lifes. And she knows her son has finally found the one, he has finally got to meet the man who’ll treasure him above everything, and I think she knew it since Victor walk through their door… You know, how moms have this sixth sense about people, and more when it involves friends or lovers.

That smile, she’s a proud mom, and she knows his son now has someone who will be sure to hold him up even in the hardest of times.

Now imagine them both coming back to Hasetsu after the grand prix… and having to explain the rings, their engagement, and the future date for their wedding. Imagine her joy. Imagine her with her future grandchildren, I don’t know I just love her too dam much.


“An ecstatic smol mom, skipping after listening to his future son in law praise her cooking skills.”

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I’d like to start off my saying that I think the world of you. The absolute world. And I like to remind you of this because I think it’s so important that you know that at least one person out there thinks that. You’re beautiful. You have more courage than I’ll ever have and you’ve demonstrated more strength than I’ve ever felt. I envy your trust and your willingness to give people chances. I’m so happy that you’re in my life. I really don’t know what I’d do or where I’d be without you. You’re my rock, my laughter, my favorite person. And I love you more than I will ever be able to put into words. You’re incredible. Uniquely you! I want you to know how valuable you are to me. I want you to know how valuable you’ll be to someone else one day. You deserve to be treated with the utmost respect and care. I always catch myself watching you and thinking about how some guy is going to fall so in love with you. There’s so much about you to love. And I don’t want you to settle for anyone who doesn’t make you feel like you’re the most perfect gem in the world. I hope you find someone who would do anything for you. Someone you’ll always be able to count on. You deserve the world, and nothing less. Thank you for letting me be a part of your life. Thank you for letting me in. Thank you for making me laugh and talking to me! I’ll always be rooting for you! You are deserving of so much more than you’ve ever received! You’re worth it all! I love you so much! I hope you never forget how important you are to me!

marriage | michael gray

62 – “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

74 - “I’m not wearing a tie.”

82 - “I just ironed these pants!”

it’s grace and tommy’s wedding day, everyone is stressing out, michael and reader have stressed head moments and then the reader asks michael about marriage

send requests here and prompt list is here

Originally posted by franceskray

The day of Tommy and Graces wedding had finally arrived. After months of preparation, you were getting dressed into the dress you could find in Small Heath. Although you was dating Michael, and he had offered to buy you a more expensive dress, you refused. You didn’t want to sponge off him all the time.  

“Are you nearly ready?” Michael asked, as he ironed the last of his clothes.  

“No, I can’t find my bloody necklace.” You were frantically rushing around the bedroom trying to find the necklace that your mother gave you. If you lost it then you’d never be able to forgive yourself.  

“Have you tried to the jewellery box?” He asked.  

“Oh really, I didn’t think to check there.” You shouted sarcastically. The stress of the wedding was getting to you and you wasn’t even getting married. You just wanted everything to be perfect for Grace and Tommy. After everything they’d been through, they deserved it more than anybody.  

“Someone is snappy.” Michael chuckled. He wasn’t bothered by your sudden change in mood, he understood that you were stressed out. Being the maid of honour definitely had its downsides.  

You grabbed clothes that Michael had just ironed and threw them on the bed, somewhat hoping that the necklace was in the mix of them all.  

“I just ironed those pants.” He sighed before grabbing them. “If we are late now it is your fault.”  

“Stop whining.” You grumbled. “I found the necklace.” You mumbled quietly with a little chuckle at the end.  

“Where was it?” He asked.  

“On the draws.” You bit your lip and pulled a face. “How stupid am I?”  

“So now, I’m having to iron all of my clothes again because you didn’t see the necklace which was in plain sight.” He sighed but chuckled with you. “You definitely are one of a kind.”  

The wedding ceremony went smoothly, apart from John making sarcastic comments every now again causing Esmé to slap him on the arm. Throughout the ceremony you began to zone out and imagine yours and Michael’s wedding. It was something that you had planned perfectly and you knew everything that you wanted. From the white dress, to the decorations and even the invitations. Michael had mentioned marriage briefly when you first got together but since then, it hadn’t been mentioned once. You didn’t worry though, you and everyone else knew that you and Michael were together for life.  

The after party was held at Tommy and Graces house where all the guests would be staying that night. You could tell that Michael and the rest of the Shelby brothers felt uncomfortable with having Graces family there but there was nothing they could do. They’d all promised Tommy that there would be no fighting.  

“We need to get changed into our dinner clothes.” You whispered in Michael’s ear after you’d finished saying hello to the guests.  

“Do we have too?” Michael asked.  

“Yeah, I need to get out of these shoes before I have no feet left.”  

Michael nodded at Tommy and Grace before grabbing your hand. The walk up to the room you were both staying in felt like ages due to the size of house. You passed multiple maids on the way there and you hoped that yours and Michael’s future would be like this.  

“It’s such a nice house.” You commented as you entered the bedroom.  

“We will have bigger and better one day.” He paused. “I’m gonna give us the life that people only dream off.”  

“I really, really hope we do.” You smiled. “Now, why didn’t you wanna come upstairs and get dressed for dinner? We were nearly late for the wedding, we can’t be late to the dinner as well.”  

“It’s embarrassing.” Michael answered as he grabbed the bag that had all of your clothes in.  

“What is?” You asked.  

“Ties.” He whispered. “I fucking hate them.”  

“Don’t be silly. You look good in a tie.”  

“I’m not wearing a tie.” He groaned as he threw them on the floor.  

“Come on babe, you’ll look fine. Everyone else is gonna be wearing a tie so I don’t see what the issue is. Anyway, people won’t be looking at what you’re wearing. They’ll be looking at that pretty face of yours.”  

“Did you call me pretty?” He laughed, grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him. He placed his head on your shoulder and slowly rocked you both backwards and forwards.  

“I ain’t lying.” You turned your head and gave him a quick kiss. “Now go and get dressed.”

The rest of the night was spent dancing, and having a laugh with all the family. You and Michael drank throughout the night, become more physically closer as the night went on. Hands were all over each other, and kisses were being passed every few minutes.  

You were outside, smoking a cigarette and watching all the remaining guests race their cars. You’d tried to go to sleep but the adrenaline from the day was keeping you awake.  

“Did you enjoy today?” Grace walked up behind you, startling you slightly.  

“I think it should be me asking you that question but yeah, it was lovely.” You smiled, handing her the rest of the cigarette. “I’m glad everything is working out for you and Tommy.”  

“Me too, it took so long.” She giggled. “I’ve been an idiot in the past but things have changed, I’ve changed.”  

“I’ll be the first to admit that you’ve fucked up big time in the past but I’ve been your best friend for years and I forgave you, just as Tommy did and the rest of the family.” You nudged her slightly and smirked. “Anyway, moving to Small Heath with you was the best choice of my life. It brought me to Michael.”  

“Exactly. All you did was kick off when I asked you to come with me but look at what happened. Your happy, in a great relationship and you’ll probably be the next ones to get married.” Grace threw her cigarette on the floor. “Anyway, I’m going to go and find my husband, it is our wedding night after all.”  

Graces comment made you wonder. Would you two be the next ones to get married? You didn’t want to ask Michael as it may seem like you were putting pressure on him but it was something that you were dying to know. The thought of settling down, having kids, moving into a nicer home was something that you’d looked forward to from a young age. Michael was everything that you wanted and you felt greedy for wanting more.  

“What are you thinking about?” You turned round to see Michael walking up to you. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”  

“I couldn’t sleep.” You answered. “Do you wanna go back to bed?”  

“Yes, but I wanna know what’s up with you. I know something’s wrong.” He sat down on the steps and you followed.  

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you prepared yourself for what you was about to say. “Will we get married one day?”  

“Of course, why do you ask?” He asked.  

“Just seeing everyone so happy today made me want to marry you. Tommy and Grace are so happy together and I know that marriage doesn’t decide how happy two people are but just the thought of us, being together. Me being Mrs Gray.” You smiled happily, your thoughts once again going to your dream wedding.  

“Give me a few weeks and I’ll ask you.” He stated, as if it was just a casual thing. “I’ll let Tommy and Grace have their time to shine and then I’ll ask you.”  

“Are you being serious?” You asked.  

“Yeah, why not.” He laughed. “I guess today made me realise that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”  

“I love you.” You grinned, leaning in for a kiss.  

“And I love you.” He leant in for another kiss before pulling away with a smug grin on his face. If you can’t sleep… we could have sex?”  

You jumped up quickly and grabbed Michael’s hand before rushing upstairs.

Rafael Barba: Good Neighbors / Part 2

A Part TWO to “Good Neighbors”, a previous request re: living next to Rafael in your 20s & reconnecting. This one’s the re-connection, :).

Originally posted by sherrykinss


It took you at least a few days to finally get the gusto to call his cell;



“How did you know it was me?”

“How couldn’t I?”

“Well, I was wondering if you did want to get together sometime, I’ve missed you so.”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Uh… so soon?”

“It’s been too long already.”

“Right… Right, yes, tomorrow should work.”

“I’ll text you the place, eight sound good?”

“Sure, Rafi.”

You were just on time, apparently minutes after he arrived- and he rose to standing the second he saw you come in through the doors he had been absolutely transfixed on.

When he hugged you, you felt like you were twenty-something all over again; fresh, young, full of life and anticipation. And oh, he hugged you; the moment you were in reach, Rafael nearly tripped over the table in his rush to embrace you. It was kind, gentle, and he wrapped arms over your shoulders to keep you close for just a second too long- not that you minded.

“I’m so glad you called,” he held you out before him, and let out a shameful, hushed wolf whistle of approval. “Look at you; Lovely and all grown up.”

“Oh stop,” you brushed his hands off of you, before wagging your shoulders proudly. “The years have been pretty good to you too,” A pinch to his cheek, you couldn’t tell if the pink hue that came up was from your fingers or his blush, Lord he was handsome. “Bet you have to knock the ladies off of you with a baseball bat at this point.”

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Home, Chapter 14

AUTHOR: Losille2000
GENRE: Romance/Drama
FIC SUMMARY: Tom returns home grouchy and exhausted from a cramped flight after four months on the road for work. Unfortunately, there’s already someone sleeping in his bed.
RATING: M (sex, language)
AUTHORS NOTES: Longer chapter than normal, but I don’t think you’ll complain. Thank you all so, so much for your support! Enjoy!

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Pick and Mix of Musical Starters

change gender pronouns as necessary


  • “What is this feeling?”
  • “It’s time to trust my instincts.”
  • “I need help believing you’re with me tonight.”
  • “Please. It’s all about popular.”
  • “No good deed goes unpunished!”
  • “The truth is just what everyone agrees on.”
  • “Don’t lose sight of who you are.”
  • “Happy is what happens when all your dreams come true.”
  • “You’re going to lose your heart to me, I tell you!”
  • “I’ve heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason.”


  • “I know him so well.”
  • “How can I leave her?”
  • “Nothing you have said is revelation.”
  • “A normal person must dismiss you with disgust.”
  • “Nobody’s on nobody’s side.”
  • “Never lose your heart, use your head!”
  • “Goodbye to my hopes of retaining my title.”
  • “What’s going on around me is barely making sense.”
  • “Why can’t you be what you ought to be?”
  • “Will he miss me if I go?”


  • “I remember a time I knew what happiness was.”
  • “Every streetlamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning.”
  • “Soon it will be morning.”
  • “He cheats at cards.”
  • “Would you like your morning tea weak or strong?”
  • “I must go slow.”
  • “Roses wither away.”
  • “He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare!” 
  • “Can you see in the dark?”
  • “We had the experience but missed the meaning.”

Murder Ballad

  • “I’m not erasable.”
  • “Trust no one. Stay on guard.”
  • “I’m not playing. I’m done playing.”
  • “You belong to me.”
  • “I’m only here to say goodbye.”
  • “You don’t know what you would do.”
  • “Someone’s gonna die.”
  • “We all want to touch the flames but not get burned.”
  • “All men are assholes.”
  • “It’s all entertainment until it happens to you.”

The Lion King

  • “It’s the circle of life!”
  • “They live in you.”
  • “Hakuna Matata!”
  • “Saffron is this season’s color!”
  • “Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing.”
  • “One way or another, you will be mine!”
  • “Be prepared!”
  • “You promised you’d be there!”
  • “With all this romantic atmosphere, disaster’s in the air.”
  • “Always remember your pride.”

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

  • “Your trash is my treasure.”
  • “Until tomorrow, when it all begins again!”
  • “She’s always on the bubble!”
  • “So now it seems I’m famous!”
  • “They said it was a phase!”
  • “Don’t waste a wish on me.”
  • “It must be believed to be seen.”
  • “If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it.”
  • “Anything you want to, do it.”
  • “You’ll be free if you truly wish to be.”

Les Miserables

  • “A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now.”
  • “I had a dream my life could be so different from this hell I’m living.”
  • “My friends are dead and gone.”
  • “I was lost in your spell.”
  • “You’re no grander than the rest of us!”
  • “I’ve seen your face before.”
  • “You’re no longer a child!”
  • “I was afraid of what they’d do!”
  • “All my life, I’ve only been pretending.
  • “I would rather be with you.”

Phantom of the Opera

  • “Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams.”
  • “My power over you grows stronger yet.”
  • “Think of me fondly when we’ve said goodbye.”
  • “Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live?”
  • “You’ll sing again.”
  • “We’ve passed the point of no return.”
  • “In my mind I’ve already imagined our bodies entwining, defenceless and silent.”
  • “Hide your face so the world will never find you.”
  • “Too long he’s prayed on us!”
  • “I’m here. Nothing can harm you.”


  • “She’s imperfect, but she tries.”
  • “I can’t risk reckless dating.”
  • “Sometimes one bite is more than enough.”
  • “It’s a bad idea, me and you.”
  • “We’re all just looking for a little less crazy.”
  • “The things I say just might matter to someone.”
  • “What I thought was so perfect fades in the blink of an eye.”
  • “I believe there’s something in you.”
  • “It’s comforting how some things never change.”
  • “I do stupid things when I’m drunk.”

Mamma Mia

  • “I have never seen such sorrow in your eyes.”
  • “You are the dancing queen!”
  • “You seem pretty young to be searching for that kind of fun.”
  • “The sight of you will prove to me I’m still alive.”
  • “He’s a love machine.”
  • “I have a dream.”
  • “We just have to face it. This time, we’re through.”
  • “I wasn’t jealous before we met.”
  • “How can I resist you?”
  • “Tell me, does she kiss like I used to kiss you?”

Happy Pansexual Awareness Day lovely people!

Let’s celebrate together ;)

Here’s my input - some of my vids and explanations to frequently asked questions. Love you all! <3

FAQ pansexuality

FAQ 1: What is the difference between bisexuality and pansexuality?

Haha the never ending question and dangerous territory at times. 

Recently I saw this picture:

Which may be the way some explain it, however, this is the dangerous territory. As we are aware, just the term “bi” on its own denotes two and then quickly you have the conclusion that it means men and women, but that is not the definition within the LGBT+ community.

Indeed, bisexuality and pansexuality can mean the same, but do not always mean the same. They are rather alike and I believe majority of bisexuals also discard the gender binary in regards to sexual attraction.

Bisexuality is a sexual orientation where one is attracted to the same gender and/or other gender(s). 

The term pansexuality is used interchangeably with bisexuality, and, similarly, people who identify as bisexual may “feel that gender, biological sex, and sexual orientation should not be a focal point in potential [romantic/sexual] relationships”. 

So then of course one asks, what is the difference at all? How are you helping make this any clearer? If anything, you made it more confusing!

Pansexuality: “not limited or inhibited in sexual choice with regards to gender or activity” or as I would say “Pansexuality means you have the ability to be with anybody,
 but it doesn’t mean you will be with anyone.”

Are these meanings mutually exclusive? No, not really. There are many overlapping aspects for these two non-monosexual sexualities. It depends on your definition of each, but it comes down to the fact that both are able to be attracted to more than one gender. That is the simple version.

I don’t have anything against bisexuality at all, I do notice that a lot of genderism occurs when explaining sexualities which include attraction to more than one gender, especially bisexuality due to the bi prefix. I try to correct this to others whenever I can, but there are a large variety of ways the world defines bisexuality. 

Like the figure above shows, it overlaps. In my own story, I just felt immediately drawn to pansexuality myself because I wanted to completely remove physical gender from the equation all together. 

There are more similarities than differences between bisexuality and pansexuality. I don’t really see it as a mess as I definitely support anyone with whatever sexuality or sexual preference, I merely want to educate people of the sexualities commonly used nowadays.

I think many people do try and define bisexuality in a binary method in order to establish the difference between the two when explaining pansexuality, but they are more like fraternal twins; incredibly similar with (sometimes) slight differences - also depending on how you see both. In my case, I was feeling the pansexuality one more than the other.

I hope that explains it to you from my view point. In regards to the fact that there are labels, a lot of people who do not feel within the society’s norm will choose a label they connect the most to which allows them to find a like minded community of peers. It is a primal programmed activity of our minds in order to protect ourselves ~ like safety in numbers.

FAQ 2: What is the perspective of a bisexual/pansexual?

I can only explain from my point of view about pansexuality, and here it is. This is not a comparison to bisexual, as I think many bisexuals feel the same. [If a bisexual would like to add to this, write it on my ask and if it is insightful and awesome, I can add it to this post]

The toolkit just doesn’t matter. It isn’t relevant. 

Example pansexual feelings: For myself, I’ve never really felt attracted to body parts. As in I was never saying:  

WOW this is an attractive foot/arm/boob/penis/vagina. Now I must simply have sex with this person.

I can enjoy physical beauty, but it hasn’t lead me to want to be intimate with them.

The personality, soul, everything in that direction is more important to me than, let’s say, the perfect buttocks. And once I realise how awesome someone is, regardless of what they have as intimate bits, then I probably want to be with them/make love/sing songs to them. 

That said, so far I do notice I find masculine traits attractive. Until I find out otherwise, I guess I am attracted to masculine souls in whichever packaging it comes. Except for Adriana Lima.

Gender just never really mattered :)



P.S. Any questions you would like added to here or answered? Let me know by asking either anon or as self :)

And nobody could replace you - James McAvoy One Shot

@anyfandomimaginex: Can I have a James McAvoy one a jealous one but in the end with fluff? :)

Originally posted by roberta-paulson

It war really rare that James got jealous. He was confident enough to believe in our solid relationship and that I was honest with him. My relationship with James was my first real relationship and the longest I had. It wasn’t easy to build a strong and leasting relationship when you’re always on the road. 

I love my job, don’t get me wrong, but it has some negative aspects. For James it definitely was that I have to work with models, in his case male models. I was just the photographer, that means I have to look at them and get the best of them. 

Today’s shooting was a real reason to get jealous, in James’ opinion. Five muscular and young male underwear models, just in little briefs. I tried my best to be professional, but naturally I got a little affected. I was in a relationship, not blind. But it was ‘looking, no touching’. I have my assistant to help them posing. Click for click the shooting continued and it got later than I expected it to become. 

I promised James to meet him for dinner in our favourite restaurant, but I was running late. 

“Ok, we make a little break. Five minutes, guys! Drink something, stretch, eat.“ I announced. 

The boys start to stretch immediately and I turned around. Instead I searched for my cell phone and found it in my hand bag. James didn’t call me, so he was still working or driving. I tried to call him nevertheless. After a few seconds he accepted the call.

“Hey Y/N. Just got off of set. I’ll be a bit late, but you can go into the restaurant and wait inside.“

“That’s why I called, baby. We’re still shooting and I’ll need another hour. You can slow down and wait at the restaurant. Cherry can drop me off when we’re done.“ 

“I can come to your set and we drive together.“

“Cherry has to drive into the direction anyway. It’d be a detour for you.“

“Today’s the Diesel underwear, right?“

“Yes, why?“

“Oh nothing, I drive to your set and get you. That’s no problem.“

“James, this is non sense. You’ll waste your time.“

“No no, it’s ok. I’ll get you. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.“

He ended the call, which surprised me. Was he really jealous? It sounded like it. But why? I got myself a coffee and we continued the shooting. The boys gave their best and we were done soon. Happily the models gave me a high five and wanted to see a few of the photos I did. Without hesitation I went to the computer and they followed me. I sat down and they stood behind me, leaning forward to have the best view. I went to the photos, showed them my favourites and they made compliments for my work.   

“So enough of it. You’ll see them in the campaign. You’re all finished for today. Thanks for the great cooperation.“

They made they way back to their clothes and I got all my stuff together. It was a lot of equipment. My assistant helped me and the boys hugged me goodbye before they were gone. Little did I know that was James here and watched the whole thing.
With all of my equipents in my bags I started to walk to the exit, where I saw James. He looked a little bit unhappy.

“Hey James! Since when are you here? Why didn’t you say something.“

“Oh I didn’t want to interrupt.“

“Interrupt what? We were done with the shooting.“

“Oh the flirting and hugging.“

“James, it’s just a job and I’ll never see them again if the company doesn’t want me anymore. Just because I talk with them and are friendly, doesn’t mean I want to date them.“

“But you looked so close.“

“I’m just friendly. I mean they can help me getting more jobs. Just because we met at a shooting for the first time, doesn’t mean I want to get to know everybody else.“   

“You’re just so adorable and wonderful. What if some of them are more funny, more attractive or you’ll start to like them more?“

I put my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me.   

“Now you listen to me James McAvoy, I’ll never find someone who can make me laugh more than you can. Or who I think is more attractive than you are. You’re the first man I fell so hard for that I didn’t trust myself with you. I love you more than I could ever describe in words. I can just promise you to never do something to hurt you. For me you’re the most perfect man in the world. And nobody could replace you. Ok?“

“I love you so much, Y/N.“

Banter 349

Piers: (in his room on base) *Puts on yet another of Chris’ shirts after his shower and styles his hair before it dries*
Chris: (in his apartment) *walks out of shower, towel around waist*
Chris: *looks around*
Chris: Grrr. I swear I had more shirts than this. Is it laundry day? Hmm. When was my last laundry day. What happened to my washing?
Chris: *checks wardrobe* Hmm, pretty sure I had a few more shirts than this. *scratches head*
Piers: *to himself* Hmm Captain’s shirts are so big, but so comfy.
Piers: *sniffs shirt*
Piers: *gives himself a self hug*
Chris: Ah screw it. No visitors at this hour. *goes shirtless*
Chris: (texts Piers) Hey, what are you up to?
Piers: (frets over the perfect answer) Not much, just relaxing on the couch.
Piers: And you?
Chris: Just showered. Couldn’t find a shirt, so I’m just hanging out in my jocks. Figure nobody’d mind.
Piers: *blushes* Oh, mmm. You never get cold anyway.
Chris: Unlike someone I know. You all rugged up?
Piers: Uh, well. Yeah. *plays with dogtags with a stupid grin on his face*
Piers: You eaten yet Captain?
Chris: Uh, that reminds me *looks through pantry*
Piers: You shouldn’t skip meals Captain. Always working too late.
Chris: Yeah, too tired. I had a banana after the gym.
Piers: Think of all those gains you’re missing out on.
Chris: I have pasta, canned soup, an onion and a potato. And some frozen salmon. Hmph.
Piers: Uh.
Chris: Guess I can just steam the salmon and uhh, the potato.
Piers: Yum.
Chris: Not expecting much from me clearly.
Piers: That’s what you get from living off base. No super mushy veggies and chicken breast so tough it gets stuck all over your teeth.
Chris: Yikes.
Piers: That’s what the rookies say anyway. I cook my own food.
Chris: Wouldn’t want Piers Nivans the food critic to tear the mess boys a new one.
Piers: It’s all about morale, as you would know.
Chris: Acutely. The salmon’s taking ages.
Piers: You’re cooking it from frozen?
Chris: Yeah.
Piers: *rolls eyes*
Piers: *to himself* Oh Captain Captain Captain… you so need someone to look after you. *smiles*

Life is like candyland, there are many paths to take. Sometimes you run into Lord Licorice, but the end will always be candy castle.“- Jack Barakat

"I’m not even on drugs, I’m just weird.”- Alex Gaskarth

“Everybody goes through some bullshit. It doesn’t matter how you measure it, it doesn’t matter how it weighs out to someone else’s bullshit. The fact of the matter is that you have to press on and you have to smile, and you have to figure out how you’re going to keep trying.”- Alex Gaskarth

“Jack and I are going to have sex. If anyone wants to join, hit us up. Uh, oh. I see some parents back there like "oh hell NAWWW” but you know what? Everyone has a little sexual side to them. Even your parents. After all….they did make you-“ Alex Gaskarth

"I have a confession to make: Jack Barakat is the love of my life”- Alex Gaskarth

“Therapy is about every kid’s nightmares when people are telling you that you need to get help, but all you you really want is a hug”- Alex Gaskarth

“Never underestimate a girl’s love for her favorite band. Never think, even for a minute, that she won’t defend them to her death. Because it’s not just the music that makes that band her favorite. It’s the guys, the gals, it’s the fans. People of whom she interacted with thanks to that band. That band might saved her life or maybe made her smile everyday. That girl’s favorite band, they’ve never broke her heart. They have yet to leave her. No wonder she finds such joy in her music”- Alex Gaskarth

“I want you to fucking pinky promise me you won’t do it. No fan of mine will kill themselves. Don’t do it for me, I love you.”- Alex Gaskarth

“Music is the soundtrack to every good and bad time we will ever have. It becomes our soundtrack-” Alex Gaskarth

“Be real, because a mask only fools people on the outside. Pretending to be someone you’re not takes a toll on the real you, and the real you is more important than anyone else.”- Alex Gaskarth

“I know deep inside that being older won’t make me any more mature. Because I will always be an immature little kid in on the inside.”- Jack Barakat

“Finding the perfect person won’t make you fall in love. When you see an imperfect person perfectly, that’s love.”- Alex Gaskarth

“I will never deny a fan hug while my heart is still beating.”- Alex Gaskarth.“Do not let any motherfucker tell you that you aren’t beautiful.”- Alex Gaskarth

“Guess what? You can do it.”- Austin Carlile

“I give a damn.”- Pete Wentz

“Breathe, remember, it’s just chemicals.”- Alex Gaskarth (about panic attacks)

“Beauty isn’t judged by the size of your jeans.”- Jack Barakat

“The closest friends are the ones you’d take a bullet for, but they’re the ones you constantly feel you could put a bullet through as well.”- Alex Gaskarth

“I hope you can find someone out there who can you help you the same way.”- Tony Perry

“Happiness isn’t a destination, it’s a journey.”- Austin Carlile

“I myself have dealt with self harm. I was young and alone and I got beat up on all the time. And I cut to ease the pain. I realized I wasn’t the only one I hurt when I cut. I found to wait it out, that it gets better. I wrote music instead of going to the blade. I found out that my little brother, Mike, looked up to me and I wanted to change for him.”-Vic Fuentes

“Just wait things out, things won’t be bad forever, I promise you.”- Vic Fuentes

“Keep your head up high, beautiful.”- Vic Fuentes

“You are beautiful.”- Tony Perry

“If you let go a little, you will have a little happiness. Let go a lot and you will have a lot. Let go completely and you will be free.”- Oli Sykes

“I love you.”- Vic Fuentes

“It’s going to be okay,”- Vic Fuentes

“I love you”- Jaime Preciado

“Life sucks sometimes. But it all happens for a reason and a higher purpose.”- Zack Merrick

“It’s more important to be yourself and to turn into the person you aspire to be than it is to let people change you.”- Alex Gaskarth

“Life’s too awesome to waste your time thinking about someone who doesn’t treat you right.”- Jack Barakat

“Keep being crazy; keep being loud. Be yourself because the only thing you have in life is yourself and your friends.”- Zack Merrick

“Music has become my driving force behind my life. It, to me, can fix bad moods, bad days, even bad people. It is the beat of my life.”- Rian Dawson

“Music’s become my life.”- Austin Carlile

“Keep listening to music. It gets you through everything, I promise.”- Mitch Lucker

“You have many options in life, never make giving up one of them.”- Austin Carlile

“Wrists are for bracelets, not for cutting.”- Kellin Quinn

“Ladies, if someone touches you and you don’t want them to, feel free to punch them in the fucking face.”- Billie Joe Armstrong on rape

“We believe in open mindedness.”- Chris Motionless

“Nothing’s sexier than smile.”- Morgan Joyce

“You don’t have to be 75 pounds to be beautiful.”- Chris Motionless

“It hurts because it matter.”- John Green

“Just keep moving forward and don’t give a shit about what anybody thinks. Do what you have to do, for you.”- Johnny Depp

“Follow your heart and chase your dreams until you catch them. Negative people who say you can’t do something are only speaking for themselves.”-Jake Pitts

“Don’t give up.”- Andy Biersack

“Be your own person because no one can take that away from you. No one’s ever going to be you.”- Austin Carlile

“Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.”- Ashley Purdy

“Normal is a setting on a washing machine. Nobody wants to be that.”- Ashley Purdy

“You don’t have to smile to be happy.”- Zack Merrick

“I receive a lot of letters on tour and read about a lot of people hurting. Hang in, keep cool, and stay who you are. Things will improve.”- Alex Gaskarth

“You don’t always get the waterfall shortcut in Mario Kart. That’s life.”- Jack Barakat

“Tragedy has struck….we are out of peanut butter.”- Alex Gaskarth

“Never started our band in the hopes of saving lives, started it for gun. But the fact that it does…God bless.”- Jack Barakat

“We don’t offer you any solutions necessarily but we definitely offer you a minute to escape.”- Alex Gaskarth

"Be yourself=very punk.”- Patrick Stump

“Stay strong, believe in yourself, and be good to others.”- Alex Gaskarth

“Your uniqueness is your strength. Remember that. Don’t mold yourself to others or to what others think. You’re an individual. You’re special”- Austin Carlile

“You have many options in life. Never make giving up one of them.”- Austin Carlile

“Don’t do drugs, stay out of gangs, and wear condoms.”- Vic Fuentes

“Don’t ever let the media tell you what your body is supposed to look like. You’re beautiful the way you are. Stay beautiful. Keep it ugly.”- Gerard Way

“Just give things time and you will leave the ones who don’t deserve your friendship in the dust. Fuck ‘em.”- Vic Fuentes

“Be strong. We got you.”- Jaime Preciado

anonymous asked:

Well, I think Clarke loved Lexa but Lexa's feelings were deeper. I guess in my mind the -Clarke is Lexa's soulmate but Lexa isn't hers- bs makes sense (well-explained, without the soulmate shit).

I think Lexa’s feelings were faster to develop, more quickly intense, and more freely expressed (she said love poems with those eyes). However, by episode 7, Clarke’s were just as deep. Unlike Lexa though, she tried to suppress and deny her feelings for a long time because of what happened at Mt Weather. She wanted to hate Lexa. But believe me, her love for Lexa had to be just as strong as Lexa’s if even when wanting to despise the brunette so much, Clarke couldn’t bring herself to hate her, harm her, or even stop loving her. She couldn’t even properly deny her feelings without sounding fake.

Then there’s the personalities. Lexa is a protector, Clarke is a caretaker. Both work to ensure the safety of those they love, but in different ways. Lexa was always very selfless in her love; she had to be, after all Clarke had to heal and forgive her before she could even accept their love again. She knew that (if) whatever happened, after Mt Weather, Clarke would have to be the one taking the first step. So Lexa had to limit herself to looks and gestures of great unspoken love, rather than words or actual actions. Lexa wanted Clarke to forgive her or at least be tolerant towards her, so she moved heaven and earth to grant that — swearing fealty, the 13th clan, etc. Clarke was more focused on healing (with the other girl’s support) rather than loving (or even letting herself love). It doesn’t mean that in truth, she loved Lexa any less than Lexa loved her. I think both loved just as intensely, though in different ways. As I was saying, Lexa is a protector. Her first instinct is always to make sure Clarke is okay and feels safe and protected. Swearing fealty to her and vowing to treat her needs as her own; showing her that Aden will protect the Skaikru; assuring that the new Commander will protect her. Clarke is a caretaker. She shows her love by trying to stop the fight from happening; by tending to Lexa’s wounds; by comforting her after a nightmare. It might not seem like it at first, but they’re actually two different styles of loving — just like Clarke and Lexa are two different personalities. Naturally, they express themselves in different ways.

But I’ll tell you: Clarke will never find someone as perfect for her, who loves her just as much, and who knows her soul just as deeply as Lexa. For me, that’s the definition of a soulmate. That person with whom you don’t need words to say what you’re feeling (“You’re angry about the kill order,” without Clarke saying a thing); the person with whom you don’t have to say ‘I love you’ to say it (”Maybe someday you and I will owe nothing more to our people,” “I hope so,” “I don’t want the next Commander. I want you,” “You were right, Clarke. Life is about more than just surviving.”); the person who understands you like no one else does (”I know you, Clarke,” “You’re driven to fix everything for everyone, but you can’t fix this,” “You’re angry, Clarke, but I know you. What you’ve done haunts you, and it’s easier to hate me than to hate yourself,” “Have you come up with a way to save your people yet again?“); the person who might not agree with your opinions and decisions, but would never seek to judge you or bring you down for them (unlike everyone else has); the person for whom you overcome all hate and resentment because you just can’t not love them. Lexa was all that for Clarke. Lexa was the promise of a life, of love, of peace; she was the only one with whom Clarke truly was herself; she was the one she managed to find some peace with; she was the promise of a future, a world where Clarke could fully be herself again. Everyone brought Clarke problems and criticism and guilt; Lexa brought her acceptance and hope.

Together, in spite of all their burdens, they can be just Clarke and Lexa and no one understands each as well as the other. They’re kindred spirits that found each other amidst war and brought one another solace and comfort and peace. They were each other’s safe haven, even when at odds. They made each other greater, bigger, better. Their love was able to endure every hardship, as well as the toll of war. Their love was pure. Lexa knew Clarke. Believe me, the only one that can compare to Lexa’s deep knowledge of Clarke is Abby, and even she judged her daughter. I think there is a poem that says what I mean better than I ever could: “Maybe soulmates are just two ordinary people who are too stubborn to let the world pull them apart.” And try the world did. Even in death, Lexa is the one Clarke finds in her City of Light. She’s Clarke’s “real human connection,” her link to humanity — to her own humanity. Lexa is the one person (besides Abby) that makes Clarke feel human. If that’s not the definition of a soulmate, then I don’t know what is.

Almost forgot to add: as someone pointed out in a post, this is the most heart eyes I’ve ever seen on t100, and that’s saying something when someone like Commander ‘Heart Eyes’ Lexa is on the show:

Originally posted by comanderrlexa


“Brother,” Al says, more softly now, “can’t you at least try? Of all people… Colonel Mustang understands. He understands all of it. I love Winry more than I can put into words, and I know you do, too, but she could never… she just… hasn’t lived it. Hasn’t lived like we have, on the edge, in the fire. But he has. You’d never have to explain yourself to him. How often is a chance like that going to come along, Ed? How often are you going to find someone who knows everything there is to know about you and wants you anyway?

- ‘Leading the Blind’ by Tierfal


(If there is ever a more perfect paragraph than the above to describe why I ship these losers, strike me down with something blunt and full of nails I DO NOT HAVE A PROBLEM SHUT UP)

Here’s my contribution to the (gratefully delayed) start of RoyEd week! While this photo was not inspired by Leading the Blind per se, I have not been able to get this God-forsaken paragraph out of my head, so, here you go.
Please enjoy while I deposit myself directly into the trash.

Ed Elric and edit: Yours truly
Colonel Fuckwit Roy Mustang: My dear, long-suffering Forrest, who valiantly put up with not only being rained on for hours, but also my bullshit. (He also made that uniform BY HAND and deserves the highest of fives for that damned collar alone.)
Photographer: Our wonderfully patient friend Jude, whose capacity for angsty nonsense rivals even my own (and whose url escapes me because I am a terrible friend). 

More to come as the week goes on! 

(Side note: I am aware that RoyEd is not everyone’s cup of tea, so please be kind and respectful, regardless of preferences, and tag things accordingly!)

KaraMel Fanfic #5

Title: Someone Who Makes Her Happy

Prompt: Kara is anxious about her date with Mon-El.

Also posted on AO3.

Kara’s heart was pounding as she stood in front of her sister’s door, her hand hanging in the air. She wasn’t sure if Alex was asleep—it was midnight after all—and yet she still somehow found herself flying there when she couldn’t sleep. Tomorrow was a huge day for her, and that was an understatement. Especially since a voice in her head told her that somehow she would blow it all up and the day would end in disaster.

So that was how she came here, holding her breath, as she decided to use her X-Ray vision to look for her sister. After countless sleepless nights looking for Jeremiah—in which they’d gotten no closer to finding him—Kara didn’t want to wake her up. She deserved sleep.

However, when she looked into the apartment, she saw that Alex was sitting on the couch, watching TV. Sighing, Kara knocked on the door before she could give up. Oh, how much she needed her sister’s advice. Somehow, she’d made her relationship work.

Kara was so proud of her. For coming out as gay, for opening up to Maggie, and finally for being open about her choices. She wasn’t afraid to be seen out with her girlfriend anymore. And that was how it should be anyway.

The door opened a couple of seconds later, and Alex’s brows shot up when she saw Kara. She immediately put her wineglass aside as she let Kara in.

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To me, love is such a precious emotion, definitely one not to take for granted. I was lucky enough to find a pure deep love with my girlfriend, @starryeyedharry. Despite living thousands of miles away from her, I fell for her. Hard. And I’ll never regret it. My heart had already fallen before I even knew I did. It was a perfect transition from friends to lovers, and I couldn’t be more grateful to have someone as amazing as her in my life. She is beautiful. She is kind. She is selfless. She is sweet. She is sunshine itself. My sunshine. And I love her more than anybody else in the world.

Nicole, I love you so much, always believe in that xx

I don't mind spending hours writing you messages like this every night. Because I know it puts a smile on your face 😊

Dear Amapele,

You know, I’ve been thinking about something and I really don’t know the answer to. Maybe, you can help me? How did I get so lucky to have you, like honestly? You’re so beautiful, you’re so smart like you’re going places in life, you’re so funny because you make me smile constantly, when I look at you I just see perfection. I would jump off a cliff for you, I love you so much and I care about you a lot. If you need me, call me. I don’t care if I’m sleeping, if I’m having my own problems or if I’m angry at you. If you need me and if you need to talk to me, I’ll always be there for you. No matter how big or small your problem is, I’ll be there. I love seeing you smile it makes me melt. I miss you so much, I want to be in your arms, where you hold me tight and never let go. Do you realize how much of a impact you made on my life. You honestly saved me, I wouldn’t be in college if it wasn’t for you. I wouldn’t be trying to become a better person if it wasn’t for you. I owe my life to you, and I want to spend my life with you. Literally all I think about is this trip to Delaware, or us getting married and starting a family. The feelings that I have for you, I can’t explain. I swear, you’re everything I need, and I don’t want that to change. Truthfully, I could talk about you all day and all night and I still have a million more things to say. But too many words become meaningless, so I’ll just leave it at you’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met, and I can’t imagine not having you in my life. I can’t lose you. If I ever did, I’d have lost my best friend, my soulmate, my smile, my life, my everything. For the first time I found someone I hate leaving. I have found someone that I can’t get enough of. I found someone that excepts me for who I am it doesn’t tell me I need to change. I know I found someone I can cherish and love for the rest of our lives. I love you not for what you are but we’re what I am when I am with you. I’m not perfect, I’ll annoy you, tick you off, say stupid things and then take them back. Put that all aside, you’ll never find a person that cares and loves you more than me and I guarantee that. When we first met I honestly didn’t have any idea you would be so important to me, and only you can give me that feeling. You make me happy. No matter what happens I will love you every step of the way. I’m so grateful to have you in my life. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray, you’ll never know dear how much I love you, please don’t take my sunshine away. I miss you so much, I honestly can’t wait to be able to see you and hold you in person everyday. But, sadly I have to wait. So goodnight baby, I’ll keep dreaming until that happens. I love you, good morning! Don’t forget to text me when you wake up 😘 I hope your leg gets better, how else will you walk the aisle to become my Mrs. Williams 😍🙌💍 get well soon and have a good day at school! Good luck on your test, I know you’ll do good, because your perfect ☺️👌. Goodnight and good morning, I love you 😍😘🙌🔒🌴🌸👅💦💍😊😁😋👰💎💛💙💜💚❤️💗💓💕💖💞💘💋👫💑💏

P.s. Wanna have a quickie on Friday? 😂🙏

Love Kake,

5SOS Preference #42 :: He Sees You Cry


 You just felt like the whole world was against you. You were tired of people making fun of you, and for people not supporting you in what you wanted to do. Of course, you had always felt this way, so you couldn’t blame it on your relationship with Michael, although that had taken some of its toll on your self esteem, too. It seemed as if all of the fans Michael had been meeting lately just got prettier and prettier. You felt as if one of these days he’d realize that what he had wasn’t good enough for him and he’d find someone better looking. You were sitting on your laptop at home when Michael came through the doors, plopping down on the couch next to you. He slung an arm around you, asking what you were looking at. You opened your moth to speak, but shut it, thinking that if you spoke you would surely cry. You kept your mouth in a thin line, your lips quivering, your throat tightening, and your vision blurring from tears forming. “(Y/n)? What’s wrong? Was it something I said?” Michael asked worriedly. You shook your head “no”, leaving Michael to wonder what was going on with you. “(Y/n), why won’t you tell me what’s going on?” He asked quietly, toying with a strand on your hair. It was meant to be a comforting gesture, but it only caused you to break down. You shut your laptop and shoved it off your lap onto the cushion next to you, collapsing into Michael’s chest in a heap of sobs. Michael wasn’t sure what to do, but he tentatively wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back. You were hyperventilating, your shoulders heaving, and you were surely leaving stains on Michael’s shirt from your tears and running mascara. You sniffed, still breathing heavy and pulled back. “Sorry… I just… I’m probably… bothering… you…” you said, breathing between each word. Michael just shook his head, drawing you close to him. “(Y/n), I never want to see you like this… what happened?” He asked, smoothing down your hair. You explained how you thought he was going to leave you, and his expression quickly turned to one of confusion. “(Y/n), that’s completely crazy! How could you think, for one second, that I would want anyone else but you? I mean, I’m sitting here and letting you ruin my white shirt, for God’s sake!” He said incredulously. “I love you, and only you. And it’s going to stay that way. I promise.”  


Calum had never seen you cry, and you’d intended to keep it that way. You hated when people saw you crying. You felt completely vulnerable, and it drew so much attention to you it made you uncomfortable. It wasn’t helping any that you and Calum had been fighting a lot lately. You’d been dating for seven months, and suddenly everything that was wrong in your relationship was making itself clear. After every argument, you would either storm up to your room or he would storm out of the house. Either way, you were left alone, and it was just you and your tears. You preferred it that way, and Calum never had to know the effect your fights had on you. You always thought you had to be strong for your relationship. You were awake at four in the morning, waiting for Calum. He usually didn’t stay out late, especially without calling to reassure you that he was working late or out celebrating with the boys. You were pacing the front door when he finally walked through. “Where have you been?” You turned on him. “I’ve been worried sick!” You cried. “Calm down,” he rolled his eyes, pushing past you. You caugh a whiff of him as he passed, and he smelled strongly of alcohol. “Calum… what have you been drinking?” “Nothing,” He yelled. “God, get off my back!” You backed off. “S-sorry,” You muttered, turning to go upstairs. “Oh my God, there you go again!” He shouted at you. “Sorry?” You asked, whitrling around. “You’re always running away! You don’t even put up a fight!” He slammed a fist on the table. “Because I’m tired of fighting!” You shouted back, crossing your arms. “Because I’m tired of this,” You said quietly, tears pricking your eyes. “Well then maybe we should just stop whatever this is!” Calum yelled in frustrating. “I mean, I don’t even see you anymore, so maybe we should call off this whole relationship.” Calum said. You were tired of holding in your tears. Slowly you sunk down to the ground, running your hands through your hair and letting out muffled sobs. “(Y/n)?” Calum asked, turning to see you with your head in your hands. “Oh, God, (y/n), I’m sorry. I-I didn’t… I’m sorry… I love you… I love you… I love you so, so, so much.” He murmured, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m not leaving. I love you…”


You had always been pretty insecure, and dating Ashton hadn’t helped any. Ashton always looked perfect, even when he wasn’t trying. His golden curls were almost always perfectly tousled, and on the rare occasion when they weren’t, they were tucked away under a hat or a bandana, making him look like a model. The fans were always supportive of your relationship, but you would get a lot of random hate from girls who claimed to be in love with your boyfriend. You tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t deny that some of the things they were saying were completely true. At least, to you they were. Not only were you insecure, but you were expected to be near perfect, and not to mention you felt the pressure to be a role model for Ashton’s younger siblings and cousins, and so the stress just kind of piled up. You were in Australia, visiting Ashton’s family, and after a few days of hanging out with his family, you were utterly exhausted. You finally had some alone time to yourself as you snuck away to Ashton’s room, but as soon as you got on social media, you were bombarded with messages from “fans”, sending you a picture message of some fan kissing Ashton’s cheek, with captions such as, “she’s so much prettier than (y/n)!” and “she look so much better with Ashton!”, and basically you caved. You clutched Ashton’s pillow to your chest as you slowly closed the laptop. The first tear fell, and you couldn’t stop the rest. You were sprawled out on the bed, face down in the pillows, shoulders shaking, when Ashton walked in. “(Y/n)?” He asked you quietly. The bed dipped as he sat down next to you, slowly rubbing your back. “I’m not good enough for you,” You cried, rolling over and wiping the tears away. “What? (Y/n), that’s stupid!” Ashton said, helping you sit upright. “No it’s not, Ashton. You’re so perfect. You’re always looking good, and I feel like I’m not… pretty enough to be with you.” “(Y/n), if you think for one second that you’re ugly, you’re completely delusional. You’re absolutely gorgeous! I ask myself every sing day how I got someone as stunning as you. I mean, it absolutely blows my mind that you can be that gorgeous and be so talented and have such an amazing personality. My family loves you to death, my siblings even more. I can’t imagine not having you by my side. I love you, so much.” Ashton whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “I really do,”  

L U K E Y 

You were just completely worried. You had always been a worrier, thinking too much about what was to happen in the future. What if people didn’t like you? What if something you did could affect something so much your entire life had changed? You were sat on the couch, curled up in your sweats and holding a bowl of ice cream, when something came to your attention. What if, in a few years, Luke stopped loving you? You looked down at your rather extravagantly big engagement ring, shining diamond and all, and twisted it around your finger, deep in thought. You didn’t want a divorce. You were so in love with Luke. You’d never find another like him. You, on the other hand, were easily replaceable. You were sobbing and heaving by the time Luke walked downstairs from his shower. “Oh my God, (y/n), what happened?” Luke asked you, rushing over to the couch to hold you against him. You tried to form coherent words, but they were distorted by your sobs. “Woah, woah, calm down…” He said, rubbing both your arms. “Slow down… breathe…” He said calmly. Luke had seen you cry before, of course. After a few years of dating, it was basically inevitable. “Luke…” you breathed when you had finally been able to stop your embarrassing waterworks. You had rested your head against his shoulder, and you were curled up on his lap. He was stroking your hair softly as you spoke. “I don’t want a divorce.” You said sadly, playing with his tank top. He shifted so he was facing you. “(Y/n), we aren’t even married yet. What makes you think we’re going to get a divorce?” He asked in complete shock. “Well, I’m very replaceable, and I was thinking, what if you got tired of me? I mean-“ “(Y/n), you think you’re easily replaceable?” Luke asked, his voice incredulous. “Well… yeah…” You trailed off quietly. “Listen to me,” He said slowly. “Do not think, for one second, that I would leave you for anyone. As if I could find someone more perfect for me than you. (Y/n), no one can make me laugh like you. No one can make me cry like you. No one can love me just like you. If you think that I could find someone to replace you, I have to question your sanity. And if you think that I’d ever even consider leaving you…” He stopped to brush your hair out of your face. “You’re absolutely mental. I never thought it was possible to love someone as much as I love you, and… here I am. (Y/n), I’m so in love with you….” He laughed. “I love you!” He pressed a kiss to your lips. “I want us to be together for as long as we live.”  

A/N :: I was a little short on inspiration for this one, but I loved the idea a lot, and I’m trying out a slightly different writing style. And also, requests are open, so just drop by my ask! xxx