where he makes me wish i was the floor

anonymous asked:

I was also at the concert GA floor I wish I got to meet you it was so much fun there. Namjoon is my ultimate bias and he give me a wink and gave me a wave goodbye at the end 😍😍

omg dgkfdnhfd you’re like the 5th person to tell me they wanted to see me AFTER the concert;;;; I posted where I was during the day ah this makes me so sad! but BOY BYE WTKLGRDJ WTF that’s the cutest thing omg he’s such a cutie it pains me

he was on my side of the stage literally the whole concert so I am a happy bean :’)))

  • Baekhyun: I feel like you're making me seem like more of a slut than I am. Which I really appreciate because I wish. Like the things I want to do to all of you would leave you guys crying on the floor and begging for forgiveness from all of your ancestors.
  • Kyungsoo: What are you talking about? I just asked if you knew where Yixing was.
  • Baekhyun: He's in my room begging for forgiveness from all of his ancestors.

‘Come on Klaus, you know it’s the only way to make her stop crying. Man up and sing the stupid song with me’ I shout so he can hear me over Hope crying.

‘Ok, but this stays between us. I have an image’ he says kneeling down next to me so we can be at Hopes height while she is sitting in the floor.

‘Don’t worry, dear, none will know the evil hybrid sings Disney songs to his daughter in his free time’ I laughed as he rolled his eyes but smiles too ‘Now sing with me’

A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you’re fast asleep
In dreams you will lose your heartache
Whatever you wish for you keep

As soon as we started singing she stopped crying and a cute little smiled appeared while she listened to us in pure silence.

Requested ↴

castielsfluffybutt: Can you do an imagine where Klaus gets roped into singing Disney songs with the reader to make Hope happy??

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Kisses xoxo

The Master of the Star (mature/glitterboyspigs)


The scent was heavy in the air, blood and quite fresh. The last of the bodies hit the floor, the young pine tree. “If a PINE TREE falls in the woods does it make a SOUND?” He laughed maniacally “I WISH to make a wish with a SHOOTING STAR, be where has the star fallen?” He looked around on the ground, a broken pair of glasses, a hat with a symbol ripped in the back, a question burning, an ice bag torn open, and a sapling of a pine cut down, all layed around him. (Don’t hate me too much, haha)

Lunch Date

Request: could you write one with cal of dancing and being cute to Christmas music plsss

I replaced my beanie as I made my way in the studio where the boys had spent their morning. It was cold on this first day of November, I didn’t know how I felt about it. I had never really liked the cold weather, but it did mean that the holidays were slowly coming.

“Guys, focus,” I heard Luke sigh as I approached the room where they all were. Most of them were on their phone, laughing and talking about things that didn’t really matter. The sound of my heels hitting the floor made their gaze lift so they could look at me.

“Hey Y/N,” the boys said one after the other. I gave them a small smile before I settled my gaze on Calum. He stood up from the couch he was sitting on and grabbed his phone as if it was his microphone.

He started to sing something, which only caused me to become very confused.

Make my wish come true,” he sang with a grin, “All I want for Christmas is you,” he pointed at me before he pressed his lips against mine for a quick peck.

“Uh, what the fuck?” The words escaped my mouth without me even thinking about it.

“I think he’s hungry,” Ashton giggled. Calum’s eyes stayed on me, he was grinning like the happiest kid on Earth. He looked very cute, as usual, with his little brown curls and his black sweater. I subtly ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek, it had been a week since we had last seen each other. We both had been very busy and the only time we could meet was today for lunch time.

“Where do you wanna go?” He asked me as he searched for his jacket.

“McDonald’s sounds good,” I replied but apparently that wasn’t the answer he was expecting.

He shook his head, “That doesn’t give us enough time to talk.”

I sighed, “You choose then.”

He smiled, intertwined our hands together and said goodbye to his bandmates.

“I have Michael Bublé’s album in my car,” he announced with a proud smile.

“You’re in a good mood?” I laughed.

He shrugged as he opened the door of the studio for me, “I’m just really excited to go back home and spend Christmas with you and my family.”

I offered him a closed-mouth smile, “I’m looking forward to that a lot.”