yes it took me this long to watch it


Star Wars Age!Squash AU, Comic #02

Initiate Era - Master Dooku & Qui-Gon

Master Dooku has the highest standards and only chooses the most elite of the elite as his apprentices. Initiate Jinn is a prodigy and looks perfect on the records and is also exceptionally gifted in sensing the Living Force. Master Dooku thought he would make the perfect Padawan. Sometimes, Master Dooku is wrong.

Or, Master Dooku has to bribe a young Padawan Qui-Gon with Obi-Wan’s company in order to get him to do anything.

[A/N] In this AU where everyone is happy, almost no one is evil and everyone lives, Master Dooku is that grumpy grandpa who looks super scary but is actually ridiculously soft once you get to know him. Qui-Gon is his third apprentice, and all three of his Padawans are ridiculously rebellious (and spoiled) in their own ways. You’ll meet the other two soon <3

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anonymous asked:

Who was your first bias in BTS? (I know you like Jimin now and I ship you both)

It took me a long time to find who my first bias was…

It was a dark and stormy night when I was watching ‘Save Me’ for the first time… When suddenly.. something red appeared on the screen

*It was at this moment she knew she f*cked up*

Yes. Taehyung was my first bias… Or so I thought.

It’s been many months since that stormy night and everything was fine until I started to fall in love with Jimin’s personality

I didn’t want to betray Tae…

So…After a long search of why I was feeling what I was feeling

I have come to the conclusion that I am a crazy motherf*cker.

The end.

“We were born to be a team.”

I’ve not watched any yoi yet because I was scared about being baited and disappointed but now that I know the ending I’m gonna binge it tomorrow! So here, have some Zimbits being Victuuri.

Yes, they are wearing each other’s hockey colours… I thought it was cute.

I might clean this up and shade it at some point but as it is this has taken me all freaking day so I probably won’t.

  • Qrow: So you must be my nieces emo friend Blake, am I right? *Qrow after as he stepped out of the Inn He and the reunited team RWBY were staying in, watching the cat faunus jump up slightly as she quickly turns to face he.* Jumpy much.
  • Blake: Huh? Oh yeah... *Blake spoke relaxing after seeing the older hunter.* Yes, I'm Blake. You're Qrow Branwen. Yang... Yang told me about you.
  • Qrow: All good things I'm sure. *Qrow smirked, making his way next to Blake, sitting against the railing as his took a sip from him flask.*
  • Blake: She said you saved her and Ruby when they were little.
  • Qrow: Part of being an Uncle. Let them do crazy stupid stuff and step in when they need saving. *He watched from the corner of his eye Blake flinch at his words and turned her gaze down towards the railing.* Something on your mind kid?
  • Blake: ...It's... It's nothing. Just lost in thought.
  • Qrow: And I'm guessing those "thoughts" are blonde, lilac eyed and red when pissed, Not to mention packs one hell of a punch, huh? *Qrow replied as he took a sip of his flask while Blake Whipped her head towards him.*
  • Blake: ... Sigh, Yeah. *Blake admitted as she looks back out to the street, leaning against the railing.* I'm just... I'm just scared. Yang hasn't said a word to me this entire time unless we are with the us. I'm afraid she wants nothing to do with me... That she hates me now. *Blake gripped her coat sleeve to stop her hands from shaking* I haven't seen her in almost a year and yet not a day has gone by that I haven't thought of her. Not one day were I wanted nothing more then to go to her and apologize to her. For running, for leaving her... For causing her so much pain...
  • Qrow: *Qrow looked at the sorrow filled girl before placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.* Well I can tell you from personally experience she doesn't hate you, kid. Maybe mad as all hell at you and rightly so, with the whole leaving without a word since that reopens some old wounds as you probably already know. *Qrow told her, Making Blake cringe as she remembers the story Yang told her about her mother.* But she doesn't hate you.
  • Blake: How can you be so sure? How can you know that after I caused her to lose so much and just left her? *Blake asked with watery eyes.* Adam only attacked her because of me. Because I l- *Blake stopped herself not wanting to confuse her love for Yang to her uncle.* ... Sigh, I'm like a black cat... All I do is bring misfortune to everyone I cross paths.
  • Qrow: ... Did you know I'm the reason why Summer Rose, Ruby and Yang's mom, is dead? *At this Blake stared at Qrow in shock and surprise* My Semblance is to bring misfortune. Unfortunately, I don't get a say one who it effect and one day as me and Summer were out on a mission, my misfortune fell upon her. Ruby don't know this, She was to young when it happened but Tai, their father, and Yang do. Yang was sad and Tai was furious but neither one blamed or hated me because of it. Hell, the night I had to tell them I was debating where to put the bullet in my brain until Yang and Ruby, a 6 and 4 year old little girls, told me it wasn't my fault and that everything was going to be okay and that they still loved me all the same.
  • Blake: *At first Blake found herself speechless before quietly muttering* I... I'm sorry. I had no idea...
  • Qrow: Meh, Don't sweat it. Just don't give up on Yang. Give her time to cool off. *Qrow said to her offering Blake his flask, only to pull it away slight as she hesitantly reaches for it.* Just promise you won't do something stupid and breaking my niece's heart again will ya? I hate to have to help Tai bury ya even before she gets to use her "Xiao-Long" charms on ya.
  • Blake: *At this Blake both gulped in fear and blushed at the realization that Qrow basically told her Yang felt the same way.* I-I will... Thank you.
  • Qrow: Don't mention it. Us Bad luck charms have to stick together. Now drink up. *With this Qrow handed Blake his flask as he pushed off the railing and headed inside.* You're going to need to liquid courage for you two's "Talk"... And to numb the pain from her left hook.
  • Blake: What ar-!?! *Blake started to question, turning to the old hunter only to find Yang standing at the doorway of the inn. It was also only 4 seconds before quickly downed the rest flask and unfortunately finding it empty as she whsisper.* Just my luck.
Final scene ... The Green Mill Murder

Phryne: “You summoned me, Inspector Robinson.”

Jack: “Yes”

Jack: “Found these plates underneath the floorboards of Leonard Stevens’s apartment.”

Phryne:  “ And what do you want me to do with them? “

Jack: “Have them incinerated”

Phryne: " I thought your hands were tied “

Jack: “ Yes, but yours are not.”

Jack’s jacket definitely moves at this point so he is pocketing the photo, as we all suspected!!

Re-worked my original post to add a couple of images at the end for @missingmissfisher @kanste @anne-louise-fortune and all at the re-watch tonight. Sorry it took so long, folks.


anonymous asked:

When Jikook become official in your fic, they should do the "boyfriend does my make up" challenge. Jungkook could do really well and Jimin's like "... who taught you how to blend this well? 👀👀" and Jungkook is all like "Well i did watch all of your videos"

ERUGHUHER yES!! YES YES!!!!! omg fml ok yes i’ve yet to edit an ig photo of jimin getting his makeup done by jeon bUT!!! here’s of jeon getting his done 

omg im screaming!!! i cant wait to update but like first i have to fuckin complete the next chapter HAHHAHA and and and (if anyone finds a good picture of jimin getting his makeup done pls send it to me:’((() yes these boys were created for boyfriend tags im 

i wanna cry 

Someone To Lean On

Original request from my babe @gcneral-organa​ -  Hi I’m so sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could request a fic? Pietro Maximoff taking care of sick insecure reader? And it’s a little personal but by sick I was hoping you could do like serious-illness-handicapped-chronic-pain-and-not-going-away-anytime soon? If you’re not comfortable with this that’s perfectly okay, I know it’s a weird topic. Pretty please could it end fluffy though? Also could I be put on your tag list if it’s not too much trouble? I love your writing!

A/N: YEs okay, it’s ur friendly neighborhood fic writer coming at you from “It’s Nearly 3am and I Should Be In Bed But I Aint” and ur watching me slowly crumble into the abyss. No, jk. I finally got that last jolt of inspiration I needed to finish this, I’m really sorry about how long it took me to finish. (I honestly wish it were longer but oh well) Thank you so much for the information about chronic pain, I hope you like it!!(Not the pain, the fic, sorry, I’m not always good at words)

Pairing: PietroxReader

Word Count: 926

Warnings: None


Pietro’s voice floats through the hallway and seems to echo in my head, adding to the headache growing behind my eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to get up this morning and missed training. Steve or Nat probably sent him to look for me.

“(Y/N), where are you?”

I lay in bed, debating whether or not I should call out and let him know where I am. Just when I decide to let him know, his head appears in my doorway, his expression curious.


“Hey,” He says pushing his way into the room. “Are you okay?” I shake my head, frowning at the twinge of pain the movement produces. “Where does it hurt?”

“Just… everywhere? I don’t know exactly how to explain it.”

“Can you move?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so, no.”

“Would it be alright if I helped you sit up?” I nod and he slowly. He hooks his hands under my arms and gently pulls me up so that I’m sitting up against the headboard of my bed.

“Thank you,” I try to smile at him, but it turns into something closer to a grimace. “What made you come track me down?”

“You never showed up to training today. No one seemed all that concerned, but I was worried, so I figured that I would check up on you to see if you were alright.”

“Thank you, Pietro.”

“It’s no problem, really.” He shakes his head and scratches at the back of his neck. “Is there anything I could do to help?”

“I’m not sure,” I restrain myself from shrugging to avoid further pain. “Could I persuade you to get me some advil?”

“Of course, (Y/N).” He says, his voice gentle. “Is there anything else that might help?”

“Maybe a hot water bottle or one of those fabric rice packs that Steve keeps around? You know, the ones you stick in the microwave for a bit? They always seem to hold heat longer than the water bottles.”

Pietro nods. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

I watch as he sprints from the room, leaving some of the papers on the corkboard on my wall swaying in the breeze.

As soon as he’s gone, he’s back again, holding a glass of water in one hand and a couple of gel capsules in the other. He helps me sit up enough to take the pain medication and sits on the bed next to me, gently running his hands through my hair.

“The rice pack is in the microwave and I’ll put the water bottle in as soon as it’s done.”

“Thank you, Pietro.” I smile at him genuinely. “You didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“And yet, here I am, the kindest man in the building, taking care of you when you need it.” He jokingly flips his hair out of his face, earning a quiet laugh from me. He turns his soft smile on me, his eyes twinkling and crinkling at the corners. “There is no need to thank me, (Y/N). You needed help and I’m just doing what’s right.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that we’re dating?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow questioningly.

He gasps dramatically, one hand lifted to his chest.

“The very thought that I would ever take care of you just because I feel that there is a romantic obligation is ridiculous.”

I roll my eyes, a smile sneaking onto my face. “Okay, you’ve made your point.”

“Good,” he kisses my forehead before brushing away a few stray strands of hair. “You’re not a burden, (Y/N). You have a chronic illness. You can’t control it and you deserve to have someone taking care of you.” He tilts his head to the side, hearing something that my own ears can’t pick up on. “That should be the rice pack. I’ll be back in a moment.”

He speeds off again and is back within seconds holding the pack of rice all wrapped up in a dish towel.

“Where do you want me to place it?”

“I… My back actually hurts a lot. Would you mind sitting behind me to keep it in place?”

Once again his expression softens and he nods.

He carefully shifts my body so he can sit behind me on my bed. With my body positioned between his legs, he places the rice pack on his chest and helps me lay back on him so that my spine aligns with the pack. He then reaches around me and pulls up the blankets to cover the two of us.

“Is this alright?”

I nod. “This is perfect, thank you.”

“It’s not a problem, printsessa.” He says quietly and presses a soft kiss into my hair.

“Still,” I let my head fall back so that my forehead is pressed to the side of his neck. “I appreciate it a lot.”

“I’m glad that I could be a help to you.” He rests his cheek against the top of my head and I feel him smile. “It’s not often something that I have the opportunity to do.”

I feel my eyelids growing heavy, which is a relief considering the pain still has yet to subside at all. “You like me in the role of damsel in distress do you?”

“Not all the time, but occasionally, yes.”

“Well then I’m glad I have you around,” I smile at the image of Pietro sat on a horse in a full suit of armor. “My knight in shining armor.”

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Characters: Dean x Reader

Summary: The reader loves watching Dean sleep even when he says he doens’t like it. <3


A/N: This one-shot is written in 1st Person POV. I hope you guys like it and if you’re interested, feel free to send requests!!


Dean didn’t like it when people watched him sleep. He said it creeped him out and that it was “extremely weird and somewhat psychotic!” His words, not mine.

But I couldn’t help it.

I wanted nothing more than to be able to take his place so that he could sleep. It didn’t matter how long it took. As long as he was okay again.

Yes, I worried about him. Probably more than I should be. But I guess that’s what happens when you enter this life. Their life. Nothing but pain and suffering. It shocked me to see how much Sam and Dean had gone through. A normal person would have earned a one way ticket to a mental institution if they saw the things that these two brothers had. It wasn’t normal. It was downright terrifying. Soul-crushing, even.

Sam and Dean were strong people…up until they weren’t. We’re human after all. A couple of hours a week didn’t cut it…for any person. Sam and Dean weren’t any different.

So when we stepped into the room at the motel, Sam dragged his feet to one of the beds and threw himself face first onto the mattress. “Yes,” he had moaned into the pillow.

Dean, on the other hand, had brushed past me without a glance before flopping down on the other bed, eyes closing almost instantly. He didn’t say a word.

I had stood by the door, both arms still loaded with the duffel bags. I didn’t even utter a word of complain about the fact that they didn’t help carry in their stuff. I had only smiled and continued to unload the car of their belongings before closing the door behind me.

And now here I was, practically kneeling on the bed as I watched Dean’s chest rise and fall with every breath he took.

I watched his eyes move around behind his closed lids, no doubt dreaming about something. I prayed it was a good dream and not one of the nightmares he had when he managed to get a minute of sleep.

I watched his mouth open slightly, a small gasp emitting from it before he closed it again, his jaw clenching involuntarily.

My eyes roamed over his face. I was mesmerized at how it softened in this state. No stone cold stare fixed my way for unknown reason. No frown. No laughing lines. Just softness all around with complete serenity.

I looked up at his hair and smiled. He needed a haircut. Usually I would be the one give him and Sam a decent one when they needed it but Dean had been cold and distant lately, so now it was just Sam. Sometimes.

A sigh left my lips and I rested my chin on my hand, my eyes never leaving Dean’s face.

Who knew I was going to live my life on the road with the Winchester brothers? Who knew I was going to spend my waking hours constantly worrying about them and their well being?

Dean shifted slightly on the bed but didn’t wake.

My breath caught in my throat.

Who knew I was going to slowly fall for the oldest Winchester?

It was then that it hit me- that I finally realized- that my constant worry and my sleepless nights was all due because of Dean. Because I worried about him. I worried about Sam but…Dean was different.

I saw the way he tortured himself. The self-hate. Thinking he didn’t deserve to be loved. That he was worthless. And I watched as he kept it all in-swallowing it whole before he let anyone else see him break down.

My eyes traveled down his face, to his chest, and finally, to his hands. He had them clenched tightly at his sides. It was almost like he was trying to desperately hold on to something. Someone.

No one should be going through the hell that these two brothers were going through. This was beyond punishment. I wouldn’t wish this upon my worst enemy. It was too big. Too dark. Downright terrifying. There were things people didn’t need to see. What Sam and Dean were seeing on a daily basis was definitely at the top of the list. Hell, it should be the _only _thing on anyone’s list.

I looked up at him again and watched as a frown appeared on his face. He moved again and before I had a chance to crawl out of sight, his eyes fluttered open.

He stared at me and I sat there, kneeling, _frozen _on the floor next to his bed. His eyes scanned my face and I waited, holding my breath, for him to yell at me for watching him sleep.

But nothing came. It was only a minute but it felt like eons as he stared at me with those beautiful green eyes.

I managed to stretch my lips in a apologetic smile before regaining movement in my body and pushing my leg up to stand.

“Sorry I-” I began but his hand reached out and gripped my arm, keeping me from walking away. I looked down at his hand before raising my eyes to his.

He looked at me and then at his hand and then back at me. “You’re tired,” he stated, his voice thick with sleep.

I smiled and shrugged. “I’ll be okay. You guys need to rest.”

“So do you,” he muttered before pulling me down onto the bed with him. He draped an arm around my waist and pulled me close to him until his face was inches away from mine.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even process a thought correctly as Dean’s grip tightened around my waist. So I stared up at the ceiling, trying to focus on breathing again.

“Sleep,” came Dean’s whisper next to my ear.

I gave a nod before closing my eyes.

After a few minutes, I realized it wasn’t working. I felt Dean’s shoulders shake and I opened one eye to look sideways at him.

He was grinning at me.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, both eyes now wide open and staring at him.

He sighed, that grin still on his lips. “You got caught red-handed, didn’t you?”

My body relaxed from the tension it was in since I was pulled down onto the bed and I smiled sheepishly. “Sorry,” I whispered. “I know you hate being watched. I just…”

He said nothing as his fingers played with the hem of my shirt. My eyes roamed over his face again, secretly happy that he was awake and for once, he wasn’t glaring at me. But who knew how long that was going to last, right? Nowadays, Dean smiling was a rarity in itself.

I watched his eyes grow distant as his mind took him somewhere beyond the motel room. I swallowed the lump in my throat. The moment was long gone for sure. He was back to his stone cold self and any minute now, he was going to unhook his arm around me and turn his back to me, all the while calling me a psycho for watching him sleep.

With a sigh, I turn my head and slowly try to make my way off the bed. I didn’t want Dean to see me break down. I didn’t want him to see how miserable I got when he brushed me off as a useless object.

But as I try to slide off the bed, his grip tightened around my waist, almost suffocating me. My heart skipped a beat and I turned my head to him again.

“Stay,” he whispered.

I said nothing as I stared up at the ceiling, not being able to look him in the eye anymore.

Then all of a sudden, he rolled over me, his body hovering on top of me. His eyes zeroed in on my lips and slowly, I saw his face get closer and closer to mine until his lips were millimeters away from mine.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, the movement of his words making his lips brush softly against mine.

Before I got a chance to react, his arm reached out toward the lamp beside the bed and switched it off, blanketing the room in darkness.

He fell back on his side, his arm going to wrap around my waist again.

It was silent. All that was heard was Sam’s light snoring from the bed next to us. And soon after, I felt Dean’s slow breathing next to me.

I smiled.

Sleep. That definitely sounded like the best idea in the world.

I closed my eyes and soon, Dean’s slow breaths guided me to that sweet nirvana that was sleep.

Beautiful, beautiful sleep.

Sleeping Beauty

Pairing: Reader x Rose

Requested: Yes! By a Nonnie :3)

Warnings: None 

Originally posted by yggirlz

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Finals week has been hittin me hard, but thankfully it’s over *blessed* I am finally on spring break

Word Count: 846

Prompt: Nonnie said I could choose :3)

     You hated working late, but you especially hated working late on nights when Rose was performing. You would much rather be watching at home supporting the girls at home by yourself than a restaurant full of people. The Seoul Music Awards are currently streaming on every monitor that was littered about the busy establishment.

     Tonight you were working behind the bar, right in front of the largest screen in the place. Rose had been talking about how nervous she was about this performance, but you knew she was going to kill it. BLACKPINK was listed as the second performer of the night so you knew she was going to be on soon. Quickly you pulled your phone out of the pocket of your jeans and sent her a quick message, ‘Hey Babe, you’re going to do great! I wish you and the girls best of luck, Fighting!’. Within a matter of seconds, your phone buzzed with a response from the girl, ‘We’re about to go on!!! Waaaaaaaah!’.

     You smiled at the message and tucked away your phone as the current artists made their way off the stage. The entire stadium went black, the only exception was the blinking lights of thousands of fan lanterns. The anticipation killed you as the small intro played on the jumbo screens and the crowd was going crazy. The familiar tune of Playing With Fire started and the girls appeared on stage. 

     All the girls looked amazing but your eyes went straight to your light haired girlfriend. She looked absolutely breathtaking! Her normally wavy hair was pin straight and parted down the middle. Her dress was taut against her skin, but you were used to seeing her in tight clothing by now, the black belt she wore really accentuated her waist, along with the thigh high black socks. 

     You couldn’t help but sing along with the girls as they performed, your eyes were glued to the screen, much like everyone else in the restaurant. Their performance soon came to an end and the girls exited the stage with a roaring crowd. Once again you took out your phone and messaged each one of the girls telling them how well the performed.

      Six more long agonizing hours passed by until you got released from work. Jennie had texted you informing that the girls had returned safely. You were always worried about their well-being, especially coming home from big events like this. You know some fans love them unconditionally, but there are some crazy people out there. Since your shift ended at one, you won’t get to the girls’ dorm until at least two. Quickly you headed home to change into comfy clothes and to grab a change of clothes for tomorrow. You and all the girls decided to go out for a celebratory dinner to congratulate their wins. 

     Lisa was the only one awake when you arrived at the dorm, she informed you that all the other girls were already in bed. You felt as if you could pass out yourself so you congratulated Lisa once again before telling her good night, then resigning to Rose’s room. 

     When you walked in all you could see of your girlfriend was the back of her head, the rest of her was nuzzled under a heavy comforter. The sight brought a smile to your face, you were proud to say the tiny human who was balled up under the covers like a five your girlfriend. Once you crossed the room to shut off the bedside lamp you noticed Rose still had all her stage makeup on, she was far too exhausted to do it herself. The only thing she did before climbing into bed was shed the tight fitting striped dress she sported earlier tonight.

     You knelt by her side and reached in your bag, grabbing your makeup removing wipes. Pulling back the covers a bit to get easier access to her face, you were trying not to wake the sleeping beauty who lay in front of you. You held the damp cloth between your palms to warm it up so it wasn’t so cold on Rose’s face, another attempt not to wake her. Though your efforts, as soon as the wipe touched her forehead her eyes fluttered open. 

     “Hey, you did amazing tonight, I’m so proud of you.” You said to the girl, making sure your voice wasn’t too loud. 

     The light haired girl just made a sound of contentment, letting her glittery eyelids fall shut once again, with a small close-lipped smile. A small giggle escaped your lips as you gently cleansed Rose’s face free of her makeup. 

     “Thank you, Y/N.” Rose hummed as you finished wiping away her makeup. 

     “No problem Love.” You smiled and got to your feet. Tucking a piece Rose’s hair behind her ear, you placed a light kiss to her temple. “I’m going to take a quick shower then I’ll be in bed, Okay?” 

    “Mhmm, hurry up. I want cuddles.” The tired girl murmured, repositioning herself under the covers. 

     And with that, you were off to the bathroom. 

Request here

anonymous asked:

How do antis think pap walks don't exist when there is a video of Louis outside a club being papped and the pap literally makes him walk back to the door and start the photoshoot all over again?? And he does it willingly??

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:“If Lounielle wanted privacy as much as you claim us so real and they did not know the paps were there then explain to me why Danielle stared right into the camera. Deadass looked straight into the camera. Saw it aknowleged it knew it was there and did not get to and go inside. If Louis loves her so much and is straight why did he move 5ft away from his topless gf and turn his body so his back was facing her. Please explain.” Needless to say I got a bunch of crazy ass explanations from antis.

Easy explanation: antis are dumb 

fucking hell

alright so i was watching dan and phil play undertale (haha yisss)

and just

alright so i saw this in the comments so it wasn’t my observation

but yes, anyway, the true pacifist route.

u no how if u die during the battle with THE ABSOLUTE GOD OF HYPERDEATH 

the dialogue ‘But it refused.’ pops up

as your soul fuses back together.



point is, it’s a fucking pun. and wow it took me so long to get it. but when i finally did…i just

i faceslammed my head against a table. i just…

wow. well played, toby fox, well played…

GOT7 are Kings of Variety Shows

So yeah, I’m biased.

But seriously, I can watch GOT7 on Weekly Idol all day long - because how can you NOT love Dork7?

And btw … I know I’m pretty much markbum trash - but I’m essentially mark x everyone trash. So that markson moment where Jackson immediately recognised Mark by his nape - btw beating his previous record, because this time it took him less than a second! - just about slayed me.

Oh right, yes, I’m going to follow Abbie’s lead and remind people that MARK SAVED JINYOUNG and the entire Flight Log trilogy was essentially a markjin love story.

There I said it. Not taking it back. :D :D :D

#5 - “HELLS TO THE YEAH!” -Calum Hood One Shot

Summary: You’re a famous singer and you finally get to catch one of your boyfriend’s shows, but he surprises you by inviting you up on stage and asking you to be his wife.

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader.

Requested: Yes.

Warnings: Expletives, references to sex.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to write this, and sorry for being shitty with requests in general. I’m still adapting to university life and plus, I’m ill right now, so I’m a little bit out of sorts :(


There is a lot of things you love about live shows. You love performing live for your fans to enjoy. You love watching them get excited when their favourite song of yours starts. You love listening to them sing back the lyrics to your songs. You love seeing how beautiful they all look. You love it when they wave their phones or their glow sticks in the air when you play a slower song. But they’re all things you’ve experienced as the performer. But what about as part of the audience?

Well, you loved it just as much. You loved enjoying the live performance of someone you’re a fan of. You love getting excited when my favourite song of theirs starts. You love singing back the lyrics to their songs. You love how beautiful they look on that stage. You love waving your phone or your glow sticks in the air when they play a sad song. That’s everything you love as a member of the crowd. But what about when you’re not just a member of the crowd, but the girlfriend of one of the performers?

All of the things that you love as a member of the crowd you still love. But you also love how excited Calum gets when he’s performing. You love how excited he gets when the crowd cheer extra loud for him when one of the other guys mentions his name. You know exactly how he’s feeling when he’s up there, not only because you’ve experienced the feeling yourself, but also because he tells you constantly how much he loves performing. And he’s always told you how much he loves it when you get the chance to see him perform; how much he cherishes it because of how many months you have to spend being a part from each other. 

A lot of people told you it wouldn’t work. It didn’t matter whether it was your parents, or your friends, or your team…none of them thought it would work. They didn’t think it would work because the two of you are always on tour, so you’d never see each other. They didn’t think it would work because of how you met at a fellow celebrity’s birthday party and, apparently, that isn’t a valid way of meeting the love of your life. They didn’t think it would work because you’re both young and you’d get bored of being tied down to each other. They didn’t think you would work because he’s a young “man” and he’s “in a band” so he’ll go looking for sex with other women when you’re not around. Yet three years later and, here the two of you are, still going strong. You don’t see as much of each other as you’d like no, but you talk every spare second you get every day. You both know you’ve met the love of your lives in each other. You don’t see your relationship as being “tied down” to each other because you don’t see it as a “bind” or an “inconvenience” like that phrase “tied down” seems to suggest. Calum is a young “man” and he is “in a band” but neither gender nor profession determine how “likely” or “unlikely” someone is to stay faithful. One of the best things is when someone asks you how you and Calum are getting on, expecting ou to say there are issues, but end up replying with “oh so you’re still together?” when you tell them everything is perfect. I guess people just don’t have enough faith in young couples these day, huh?

And okay, so maybe you don’t get to see Calum as often as you’d like. But nights like this, when you actually get to catch one of his shows, it makes the wait worth it. You never fail to get excited over seeing him again.

“Unfortunately it’s the last song of the night…” Luke calls to the crowd, gaining  one massive “ahh” and some estranged boos from the crowd. “Sing along if you know it!”

The opening drum beat Ashton always plays at the beginning of She Looks So Perfect echoes across the arena, and I watch from the sidelines as the fans grow more and more excited. Calum turns to me and winks, and I blush and smile back to him. 

The song finishes and I expected them to run off straight away, because they’re yet to do the encore, except they stay exactly where they are. Luke turns to Calum.

“So…Calum…we believe you have someone here tonight that looks so perfect…always…in your eyes…that you wanted to say a few words to…right?” He asks him, causing you to furrow you eyebrows. 

“Erm…yeah, actually…I do.” Calum agrees, before turning to face you. He holds his hand out in your direction, “Could my beautiful girlfriend, (Y/N), step onto the stage please?”

You narrow your eyes at him, before slowly making your way onto the stage. The crowd screams for you, and you wave to some of the fans in the standing pods at the front as you approach Calum. He places his bass on its stand, before taking you by the hand and leading you to centre stage. Luke, Michael and Ashton sit down on the surface of the platform where Ashton’s drums are located. You feel hundreds of thousands of eyes on you and, despite you normally being used to this at your own shows, this is making you surprisingly nervous. 

Calum faces you, holding your hand in one of his and holding his microphone up to his mouth with his other. 

“I don’t know if a lot of you know but, I’ve been dating (Y/N) for over three years now. We met at Harry Styles’ birthday party and I remember looking at her for the first time and thinking, wow, she’s gorgeous. I remember being so nervous to speak to her, so anxious she’d think I was lame when I thought she was really cool. You could imagine my surprise, when she asked me for my number because she wanted to keep in touch. Even then, I had no idea where this was going to go; where this was going to lead. I had no clue that three years later, I would get her up on stage, and ask her the most nerve-wracking question anyone could ever ask the love of their life.”

I furrow my eyebrows at him, as all of a sudden he drops down onto one knee. The crowd gasp, and I continue to look more and more confused. All of a sudden, Michael appears by our side and is handing Calum a small black box. My eyes widen, and my hands fly to cover my open mouth when I realise what’s happening. Michael re-takes his seat. Calum opens the box to reveal a subtle but beautiful diamond ring. 

He holds the microphone to his mouth again.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you please do me the honour of becoming my wife?” He asks me, a slight nervousness to his voice. 

Your eyes begin to water as you can barely hold back the tears. The whole arena is deathly silent. You immediately burst out laughing. You nod your head without any hesitation, grabbing the mic out of his hand. “Of course I’ll marry you!” You shout through the mic, the whole arena erupting into applause - Michael, Luke and Ashton jumping up and fist-pumping the air.

Calum shoots up with a gigantic smile on his face, before sweeping you up into a hug. “I realised in the months we’ve been apart, that I just can’t live without you. I need you. I just really wanted to make this permanent.” He says into your ear as the two of you hug. You squeeze him even tighter, “I can’t live without you either.”

When the two of you eventually pull away from each other, Calum slips the ring on your finger, and you hold your hand in front of one of the cameras so the crowd can see the ring on the big screen. Michael, Luke and Ashton congratulate the two of you with hugs. 

“HOW ABOUT WE FUCKING CELEBRATE WITH SOME EXTRA SONGS?!” Michael screams down the microphone as you make your way off stage. 

The crowd screams back excitedly.

“HELLS TO THE YEAH!” Michael exclaims, as they all break out into What I Like About You.

You barely watch the rest of the show. Not because you’re not enjoying it, but because you can’t stop staring at the gorgeous engagement ring sitting confidently on your ring finger. You so can’t wait to become Mrs. Hood.

anonymous asked:

Random numbers: 72, 84, 17, 93 and 46

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?

No! My middle name is Jeanette, which i dont think is a very common name :P

46. Are you in a good mood right now?

Yes! I found my kids like 4 new matching outfits and they’re cute as fuck and they weren’t hella expensive and aparently that is all it takes to put me in a good mood!

72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?

Entirely too long like 4 months ago

84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?

No, i took a dance class once, but i sucked at it. I hated the fisrt year with every fiber of my being but towards the end i realized that it was worth it to be able to watch cute girls dance in leotards so I took it for another year. (Don’t shame 13-year-old me who refused to acknowlege that i liked girls pls)

93. …Had sex in a car?

No!! But I totally would!! I wanted to lose my virginity in the parking lot of the place me and my husband met but he didn’t want to get “arrested” or some bs xD

I was tagged by @vikyuuris and @amandab821! sorry i took so long!

A- age: ☆19☆
B- biggest fear: hahahahahaha nothing
C- current time: 10:35
D- drink you last had: cOFFEE
E- everyday starts with: me waking up to jjba ending themes and disregarding my alarm to sleep for another half hour
F- favorite song: atm either roundabout by yes or hellbent by mystery skulls
H- hometown: Chicago
I- in love with: 💙my beautiful girlfriend💙
J- jealous of: rich people
K- killed someone?:
L- last time you cried: i always cry while watching Captain America: The Winter Solider  (2014) [dir. Anthony and Joe Russo]
M- middle name: 🤠
N- number of siblings: 3 entire siblings
O- one wish: be rich and stable
P- person you last called/texted: 💙my girlfriend💙
Q- question(s) you’re always asked: idk lol
R- reasons to smile: my girlfriend, music, food, cute animals, Captain America: The Winter Solider (2014)
T- time you woke up: like 6:45 lmao
U- underwear color: underwear color?
V- vacation destination: i want to travel the entire world!!
W- worst habit: procrastinating, acting on impulsive thoughts, being a fucking lazy shithead
X- x-rays you’ve had: does teeth count?
Y- your fave food: either French fries or pozole tbh
Z- zodiac: sagittarius

i’m tagging @multi-parti, @buggmeat, @alfiefj, @peachbittle, @lesbianfatale, @lesdienne, @mobandcompany, and @victuuri

92 truths about me

I was tagged by @little-merry-go-round so here we go! (btw thank you and sorry I took so long!)

[1] drink: water
[2] phone call: my mom
[3] text message: mom
[4] song you listened to: "Calling Major Tom" by David Bowie
[5] time you cried: I teared up watching hidden figures on Tuesday does that count?
[6] dated someone twice: no
[7] been cheated on: no
[8] kissed someone and regretted it: no
[9] lost someone special: Yes…
[10] been depressed: i don’t know. Maybe
[11] gotten drunk and thrown up: no

[12] deep purple
[13] lavender
[14] pastel pink

[15] made new friends: yes!
[16] fallen out of love: no
[17] laughed until you cried: yes
[18] found out someone was talking about you: no
[19] met someone who changed you: probably
[20] found out who your true friends are: doubt it.
[21] kissed someone on your facebook list: no
[22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: I don’t have facebook
[23] how many pets do you have: two cats!
[24] do you want to change your name: no
[25] what did you do for your last birthday: I stayed at home and got my hair done and ate some DELICIOUS red velvet cake!
[26] what time did you wake up: 5:30 am
[27] what were you doing at midnight last night: took a shower
[28] name something you cannot wait for: the summer but I really gotta fix my grades! Ill do it tho :)
[29] when was the last time you saw your mother: a few seconds ago
[30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: be more social perhaps
[31] what are you listening to right now: nothing
[32] have you ever talked to a person named Tom: no
[33] something that is getting on your nerves: my laziness
[34] most visited website: youtube/tumblr
[35] elementary: Yes
[36] high school: in it
[37] college: I’m going when i graduate
[38] hair color: dark brown
[39] long or short hair: short
[40] do you have a crush on someone: no
[41] what do you like about yourself?: my sense of humor
[42] nickname: Aly
[43] blood type: I don’t know
[44]  piercings: ears
[45] relationship status: single
[46] zodiac sign: Aquarius
[47] pronouns: She/her
[48] fav tv show: spongebob squarepants, crashbox (I don’t know anybody who knows this show!!!), Batman (1966), fairly odd parents
[49] tattoos: no
[50] left or right handed: right handed

[51] piercing: ears 
[52] surgery: didn’t have any
[53] best friend: Armani
[54] sport: basketball
[55] vacation: Detroit
[56] pair of trainers: like gym shoes? Umm… Tiny ones that looked like k swiss

[57] eating: cornbread
[58] drinking: water
[59] I’m about to: get ready to go to bed
[60] listening to: nothing
[61] waiting for: tomorrow
[62] want: peppermint hot chocolate
[63] get married: no
[64] career: no

[65] hugs or kisses: hugs
[66] lips or eyes: eyes
[67] shorter or taller: taller
[68] older or younger: older
[69] spontaneous or romantic: spontaneous 
[70] nice arms or nice stomach: stomach
[71] sensitive or loud: sensitive
[72] hook up or relationship: relationship
[73] troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

[74] kissed a stranger? no
[75] drank hard liquor? Does a hot toddy count? If so yes
[76] lost glasses/contact lenses? no. Broken glasses YES
[77] turned someone down: no
[78] sex on first date? no
[79] broken someone’s heart? no
[80] had your own heart broken? no
[81] been arrested? no
[82] cried when someone died? yes
[83] fallen for a friend: no

[84] yourself? Slowly starting to
[85] miracles? Yes
[86] love at first sight? Yeah
[87] santa claus? no
[88] kiss on the first date? Yeah
[89] angels? Like winged angels? no

[90] current best friend’s name: don’t have one
[91] eye color: dark brown
[92] favourite movie: The Nutty Professor (1963) yeah I know surprising
Ill tag @projectxhelio @anxious-owls @distortional @rip-pansy @i-am-avacado @missbelgianwaffle and anyone who sees this and wants to do it! :)

Cheating ex asked me to get back together with her, I agreed knowing I shouldn't. I made sure it didn't last a day.

It was a Friday night when she asked to meet up at the local mall. I ended up picking up a game (Castlevania, my love) while we were there. We ended up going back to house and watching movies, she ended up asking if I would be willing to be her boyfriend again. I said yes, despite my instincts telling me not to.

That night, I ended up going tobogganing with a group of friends. I ended up smashing through a fence and don’t remember much of the night. Ended up with a concussion, long hospital visit blah blah.

Anyways, she calls me the next day and the biggest bullshitter on the world took over my body. Before she could even speak I was yelling into the phone, “WHOA LONG TIME NO TALK WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO?!”. She was chit chatty and asked about my day. I told her I got a new game and a concussion the night before, and that’s all I remember.

She cried on the phone and insisted we spent the day together. But I insisted how crazy and unlike me that was.

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"Yes what?"

Originally posted by wackiiijackie

Here’s the part two. Part three. Part Four

It had been a long day. I walked into my apartment and dropped my keys on the table. I sighed as I took off my shoes and headed towards my bedroom. The only thing on my mind right now was to change into something comfortable and binge watch Netflix. I changed into my sweats and a tank top and wiped off my makeup. I was craving a cup of tea all day so that’s what I proceeded to make next.

I was so focused on my tea that when the front door opened, it startled me a bit. I wasn’t expecting anyone, plus it was late. I heard my name being called and asking where I was. Instantly recognizing the voice as Justin’s, I responded letting him know to find me in the kitchen. I had no idea why Justin was here at this time of the night, we had no plans.

I held my mug of tea with both of my hands, close to my face. As he entered the kitchen, I eyed him up. He was in his casual attire, a hoodie with some sweats and a beanie. I couldn’t decipher his facial expression, because that wasn’t something normal. He looked…awfully nervous if I’m not wrong. His eyes were frantically looking around and his breathing was erratic. This fuelled my curiousness. He awkwardly placed this hands in the pocket of hoodie and it seemed as if he was toying with something.

I raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. “Hey,” I whispered,“what’s up?” His eyes finally met mine and I could see the restlessness.

He scratched his neck, something he’d do when he’s nervous or stressed out. He clearly didn’t know what to say because he’d always be the one to start the conversation. He averted his eyes to the ground and sighed. He walked closer towards me. “Are you okay Justin? Why are you being weird?” I voiced out. Still, all I got was silence. He looked up from the ground and sighed again. “You know what, I’ll just…”

He trailed off as he took out a little box from his pocket. I’m assuming that’s what he was toying with. He brought it towards me and I sat my cup on the counter. “I…I-I just…uhhhh I don’t know,” he was stuttering. Justin Bieber never stutters. He shook his head as if to get rid of the nerves and built up the courage to open the box.

As my eyes fell upon the object in the box my jaw dropped and my breath hitched. I was at a loss of words as I examined the diamond before me. It sparkled in the light, it was the most gorgeous ring I had ever seen. My hand flew to my mouth as I realized what was happening and before I could stop myself I uttered a yes without thinking. I panicked immediately.

His face contorted with confusion,“Yes what?”

I choked on my words,“I uhh, I-I mean yes she-she’s going to love it,” I got out hoping he didn’t realize what had just happened. His face lit a little as the words escaped my mouth,“You think so?” Of course the ring was for her. My brain obviously stopped working for a while when I thought he was proposing to me, he would never. He loved her and I was just the best friend. I mentally slapped myself for embarrassing myself.

“You said she loved you right?”

“Yeah,” he was so confident, it hurt me.

“Then of course she’s going to love it,” I smiled sadly.

He broke out into a full blown smile. He looked so damn happy. “So you’re finally proposing huh?” I tried my best to sound as happy as he was. I grabbed my mug again to distract myself from the heartache. He couldn’t contain his cheerfulness,“Yessss finally! Do you think she’ll say yes?” And he was back to his nervous self. He loved her too much. Probably more than she loved him.

“Yeah, I think she’ll say yes,” those were the hardest words to get out of my mouth because I knew for sure she’d say no. She didn’t love him enough to be his wife. She was only with him because the last time she broke up with, he literally begged her to take him back. I didn’t talk to him for a whole month, but he didn’t care, she was all that mattered to him. So now, when he’s going to ask her to marry him, I won’t stop him because that’ll only lead to him labelling me as jealous or unsupportive like he’s done in the past.

“Yeah I’m hoping she will. I’ve been up these past nights trying to figure out how I’m going to do this. I’m just so nervous it’s crazy.”

“You’ll be fine Jay. C'mere,” I pulled him in a hug and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders,“good luck,” I whispered into his ear.

He pulled away and had the biggest smile on his face. He muttered a quick goodbye and he was out the door. Just as the door slammed shut, my heart shattered.

-Would anyone like a part 2?