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anonymous asked:

Can we have a smutty/fluffy blurb? lazy weekend in la after having a few shows? pleaseeeeee i love your writing :D xo

yes susie lets talk about harry’s lips and maybe you can give us some smutty blurbs about those hot plumped lips leaving u a love bite ;)

It was kind of nice to be alone with Harry after the last six weeks of promotion for his first solo CD.  It seemed like any spare moment the two of you had just to give each other a little attention was quickly interrupted by Jeff or someone who needed him for something.  Harry had prepared you for how crazy this was all going to be once the record started being heavily promoted so you weren’t exactly shocked but it was still slightly disconcerting to see how hard he had to work for all of this.

Harry was fit.  He took care of himself.  He ate right, worked out, did cardio and slept well but this schedule seemed to even zap him of the endless amount of energy he always seemed to have.  Most nights when you would return to the hotel, he would barely make it to his bed and your lap before he was passed out and lightly snoring.

But Harry promised you that once the show at The Troubadour ended tonight, he was all yours.  You couldn’t wait just to spend a few moments loving on him.  He looked so drained and tired but also so happy and excited.  It made your heart swell to see him so excited in his enjoyment with the fans he loved so much.

You held a towel out to him, wrapping him up in it good and tight when he came off stage as your lips lightly brushed across his,

“Good show.”

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You know these quys for so long and back then, you’re likeI want be that” or just your own thing or “I wanna be a part of  what they’re doing and create something like that?

“I always been very, you know, I admire what they’ve created. I mean, all my favorite bands have created something like that, like a collective energy and a collective force that’s carried them on into the future and carry them toward new musical heights and new musical creations. Everytime the make a new record or whatever it is, I’ve always admired that, I’ve always wanted that and to be asked to join there, it’s always an incredible honor.”  — Josh Klinghoffer interview by Devo Brown.  - 4th February, 2017.

    • Red Hot Chili Peppers “I’m With You” photoshoot by Clara Balzary, 2012.
The Secret (1)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven;part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; epilogue.

5 Years Later…

Parking up your little car outside your tall apartment building, you turned the engine off and reached around to shake the little sleeping child sprawled out on your backseat. “Zo-zo, we’re here!” you said in a hushed voice, jostling your daughter until she started to stretch out and open her big brown eyes.

Your beautiful little five-year old Zoe pushed her chocolatey curls off her face and looked out of the window, a big smile widening. “Is this where we’re going to live?” she asked so innocently, turning to look at you.

“That’s right little one,” you exclaimed brightly, jingling the keys to your new apartment in Seoul in front of her face.

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D A N G E R O U S: Chapter 1

Prologue

Summary: It wasn’t her destiny, but sometimes the world can get switched around and it seemed to happen a lot to her. She always assumed that she would hate it, she wouldn’t be able to stand the thought of it, but as time grew on she realized she loved it, and that made her dangerous.

 "Johnson, we have a meeting in 15 minutes, I want everyone at the table ready to go. This is serious" I tell Jack before walking off to grab plans and notes for tonight’s meeting.

 I enter the meeting room and set a schedule infront of everyone’s seat. Tonight was out last meeting before tomorrow’s big plan. We had a huge shipment in and I just knew, Vincent was going to try and interfere. He always did. 

 "Y/N? CAN YOU COME HERE REALLY QUICK?“ I hear Johnson call me from the top of the basement steps. I rush up cussing under my breath.

"The meeting is starting soon, what the fuck do you need?” I say to jack. That’s when I notice the unfamiliar boy standing next to Dillon.

“The fuck are you?” I ask rudely. I can’t have strangers in this house. 

“Im Taylor Caniff, a good friend of Dillon. I was kinda hoping I can join your gang, I feel I’d be a great asset and I-" 

"This isn’t a fucking job interview. Dillon, do you trust Taylor 100%?” I look at Rupp.

“Absolutely. I’ve known him almost my whole life.” Dillon says nodding rapidly 

“Alright. I’ll think about. Leave and I’ll call you tomorrow with my decision” I say nodding at him to leave my house. 

“but don’t you-" 

"I’ll get all your info don’t worry babe. Now get out” I say turning towards the boys. “You really brought someone I didn’t fucking know in this house? What the hell is wrong with you Dillon? You know we can’t do that.” I say glaring at him before stomping back down the steps.

All the guys followed me sitting in their respective seats. Tatyana was on my right while Kenny was on my left. We 3 sat at the head of the specially designed table. On the Right side sat Johnson, Kenny H, Nate, Matt, Swazz and Nash. On the left side sat Gilinsky, Dillon, Sam, Hayes, Derek and Shawn. 

“Alright everyone. Nash, what’s the status on the actual shipment?” I ask standing as everyone else sits.

“it’s on its way. It’s still on schedule to arrive at approximately… 9:36 pm.” Nash nods up from his laptop. 

“Good. Gilinsky, Johnson, are the trucks and cars ready? Everything packed? I want a checklist of everything you packed now” I turn to look at both boys.

“Well I did the trucks and we have: Specialized Guns, 12 Ak-47’s, 17 Blades, Clubs, and 4 of the bombs made” Gilinsky says reading from a clipboard he has. 

“Okay, directly after the meeting, pack the grenades and fire starters, just incase. Johnson, your turn." 

"In the cars we have, duffel bags, emergency kits, personal hand guns, personal switch blades and body armor." 

"Good, Sam, is the security set up?” The boy stands up and almost knocks shit off the table. 

“Yes mam, I went down today to double check and everything’s good. We will be able to see what’s happening from Nash’s laptop.” He nods with his hands behind his back. 

“Perfect. Nate, remember the plan for you?” I ask quickly.

“Yes mam, we arrive I get ready and me, you and Dillon walk to the warehouse to retrieve the actual shipment, talk to the man, pay him and get out. If Vincent shows up I call in a code red to Nash and Sam and then Swazz, Derek and Matt come in with their job.” He recites straight from memory.

“Exactly. Hayes and Shawn, you’ll have watch duty. We should be back no later than 12. Dillon you’re coming with me and Nate to the actual deal, everything make sense?” I speak to each one of my men. Everyone nods and says yes as I dismiss them. “Nash” I call before he leaves the room.

“Yea?”

“Send me all the info you have on Taylor Caniff. I want in within the next three hours okay?” I say at the boy packing up my things. 

“Of course. I’ll have it to you before dinner.” He smiles before walking out of the room and up the stairs. 

“I really hope Vincent doesn’t show up" I say to Tatyana and Kenny. I gather my things and walk up the stairs with the two trailing behind me.

Once I reach the top of the stairs I smell delicious food. I look over and see our professional Chef, Jared, making us lasagna with garlic bread I smiled and cheered.

“Dinners almost ready, so everyone wash up” Jared says kindly to us. All the boys rush either to their rooms our fight for the kitchen sick and hallway bathroom to wash their hands first. I roll my eyes and walk up stairs to the bedroom beside mine.

I walk in and see my babygirl standing in her crib. She’s teething so her toy is stuck in her mouth with drool running down her chin and chest. 

“Baby girl, are you hungry?” I speak lightly to the little girl. She’s a little over a year old and I love her with my heart. All the guys do. But only they know she exists. 

First rule in running a gang, don’t have fucking kids and tell the world. People will come after the child and it will be so much drama.

I named her Nyx, after the Greek goddess who is the embodiment of night and darkness. Her hair is dark but she actually has light eyes. Her skin is fairly tan and her lips are already big. I carry her downstairs and she gets excited when she sees all her uncles and her aunt. 

“PAPA” she squeals when she sees Kendrick. He’s basically her grandfather so she calls him papa.

We all play with her while bring her into the kitchen and at the dinner table. She sits next to me in her high chair while we eat. 

We all make casual conversation and to anyone who’s never met us, or doesn’t live with us or even know us, we look like a family. A somewhat normal family, who’s happy and doesn’t worry about anything. But that’s not what we are.

We’re the Norths. The scariest and best gang in the untied states and probably the world. We’re located in Northern California, hence the name. But only other gangs know that. To regular citizens, we’re the Titans.

Our enemies our the Vipers, or the Wests. Their leader is Vincent Makoff. He’s an asshole rapist and the “father of my child”. Nobody actually considers him the father, we just don’t talk about it. It’s actually best that way. 

Our allies are the Easts or the Skulls. We mostly just trade with eachother and help business. 

We basically rule over the Souths, they have an “alliance” with the Wests, but they’re way more scared of me and my gang. We mainly use them for information and money. 

“So Dillon, you really think Taylor would fit in here?” I say feeding Nyx a small piece of meat. 

“I actually do, he’s a good fighter and he can help Kenny make bombs.” Rupp says nodding towards our explosives expert. 

“I’ll do a check on him, then I’ll decide by the morning if he can begin training, if he does begin training, I want everyone to treat him like a rookie, no speak of Nyx and no talk about plans infront of him. Understood?” I say my voice booming over the dinner table. 

Other gangs find it funny I’m a woman running a gang. They think it’s a weakness but I’m anything but weak. The best way to be a leader is to establish respect with only a little bit of fear, treat your members well and they won’t run off looking for a better leader.

I have a lot more people than just the guys and Tatyana, but they don’t live with me. 

After dinner all the guys kiss Nyx goodnight and go off to do whatever the hell boys do. I go up to her room and put her pajamas. I read her a bedtime stories and sing songs to her to help her sleep. When she’s finally asleep I place her in her crib with her favorite blankets and stuffed animals. 

I walk into my own room right next to hers and turn on the security system. The rules in this house are, after 9 pm there is no leaving with out permission because our security system is very advanced and if anyone leaves or comes in it goes crazy. 

I turn on the camera for Nyxs room so I can see her. I then look at the info Nash sent me on Taylor. 

He really has knows Dillon his whole life. Family issues, chill, funny and kinda cute. I look into the darker stuff. He’s been in one other gang, luckily it was a respectable gang I have an alliance with. Apparently he left because he wouldn’t be staying in the same area.

I decide to call taylors old gang leader.

“ahh y/n. Haven’t heard from you in a while. How are you?” I hear the mans voice speak. “I’m well garret. Though I have a couple questions for you." 

"I might have some answers." 

"Taylor Caniff was previously with you correct?" 

"I feel like you already know the answer to the questions you’re asking, but yes that’s correct” Garret says chuckling. 

“Very funny. I was thinking about recruiting him and I wanted your insight before I made any final decisions." 

"He was a good kid. I think you’d like him a lot. Hard working and very talented. If you’re asking my opinion which I don’t think you are, I’d say recruit him" 

"Alright, that’ll be all. Oh and you’re next shipment of supplies will be there in 2 and a half weeks.” I say pulling up the supplies I was supposed to send him. 

“Thanks y/n. Have a nice night” I hang up the phone and pick up my cell phone. I text Dillon to come to my room. He knocks on the door before slowly opening it. 

“Hey y/n/n. Is Nyx asleep?” He says coming over to my desk and looking at the sleeping infant.

“Yea. So I looked into Taylor and I’m going to recruit him, only if you think I should.” I say as Dillon takes a seat on my bed.

Me and Dillon have been friends even before I was leader. My father got younger guys to handle his important business mainly so my brother could form a brotherly bond with them and things would go over smoothly. But I actually bonded with the guys more than my brother. 

“I totally think you should. He’s also good with kids when the time comes, I know you feel bad about always sticking Hayes with watch because he’s young.” Dillon says watching me move to the bed next to him. 

“I can’t have just everyone in the house watching her. Do you think he should get to stay here, or should he be one of my field guys?" 

"Here. He would get bored in the field and bother us all the time” Dillon laughs throwing his arm around me. 

“Alright. I’ll call him tomorrow. Remember I don’t care how close y'all are. When he’s trading he’s nothing but a new kid. Understand?” I say sternly.

“Yes mam.” Dillon says kissing my forehead and walking out of my room. I fall asleep and prepare for out big day tomorrow.

Interview for Two Tom HiddlestonxReader One-Shot

  With slick palms, you opened the building door, leaving a nice sweaty mark on the handle.  Reaching the elevator, you traveled up to the third floor where the interview was to take place.  
   Why am I so nervous? You thought to yourself, It’s only an interview – and I’m not even the one being interviewed!
   
Straightening your back and combing your hair behind your ear with your fingers, you entered your final destination, the meeting room.  As you regulated your breathing, you pushed open the wooden door.  Until you realized that you were supposed to pull it.  Giggling quietly to yourself for a split second, you composed your laughter and properly opened the door.  Upon entering the room, you noticed the blazing lights, appropriately set up to give the most attractive angles.  Similarly, you saw the two chairs sitting opposite to one another.  
   "Hello, Miss __(full name)__?“ A short, clean shaven man inquired.  You simply nodded your head in response.
   "Alright, so everything is set up and ready to go, we are just waiting on the main man,” he informed you with a smile.
   "Okay, great,“ you replied.

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Crookedly in Love - Chapter Sixteen (A Shawn Mendes Fan Fiction)

Chapter Sixteen

Shawn stood at my door, waiting to pick me up to go to the fundraiser event tonight. I was bustling around my room, trying to get on the sleek black dress the wardrobe team picked out for me. My makeup was done, my silver bracelet was on, it was just time to zip up this stiff zipper.

“Jules? You okay in there?” Shawn wondered, as he heard me grumbling through the door.

“Uh, yeah, fine!” I shouted.

The zipper would not budge. I groaned again in frustrating and dropped the zipper.

“Need help?”

“No,” I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see me. I tried one more time to no avail and sighed.

He cleared his throat.

“Fine,” I said, defeated. “Come in.”

He pushed open the door and chuckled, when he saw me reaching around to get at my zipper. He walked closer and put his hands on my shoulder’s to turn me around so my back faced him. His touch was warm, and my stomach fluttered.

He jiggled the zipper and it came loose from where it was caught. He slowly zipped it up until his fingers grazed my neck. My whole body shivered.

I turned around, and he leaned in to kiss me on the lips.

“It’s funny how fast a relationship can change,” I whispered.

He smiled, slightly. “Yeah, it’s weird.”

“I mean, one minute we’re best friends, and the next we’re –”

He cut me off by kissing me again.

“Come on, let’s just go,” he said. He took my hand and pulled me towards the door. We made our way downstairs and there was a limo waiting outside for all of us.

Fifth Harmony, the Vamps, Shawn, Austin, and I all got in and we were seated in this spacious, black car. I looked around, as Camila started popping champagne and passing it around the circle.

Shawn took my hand and held it all the way there.

Before we got out of the car, Shawn held me back. I turned to stare at him.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Just go with the flow out there,” he warned. “There’s going to be a lot of bright camera flashes, and everything’s going to be super overwhelming. But, don’t worry, I’m here.”

I grinned, happily, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Okay,” I breathed.

“And whatever happens, happens.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like,” he continued, “if something weird or unexpected happens, just go with it. Don’t act like you’re phased.”

I nodded. I fixed the curls in my hair and took in a deep breath. As soon as we got out of the limo, people were shouting, screaming my name, Shawn’s name, everyone’s name.

I didn’t know what to do, how to act. I went numb and let Shawn drag me down the carpet.

We stopped to take a picture.

“Smile,” he whispered in my ear, and I did as I was told. I put my arm around his waist and held on tightly.

“Julia, Shawn!” a cameraman yelled. We looked in his direction.

Andrew came up beside Shawn and whispered something in his ear. Shawn nodded, and there was so much other noise I couldn’t hear what he was saying. Shawn turned towards me and I desperately wanted to ask what was going on, but there wasn’t time.

Shawn and I made our way further down the carpet, to the center. Shawn turned to me, and I smiled at him. More flashes.

He leaned in to whisper something. “Julia, just go with the flow, okay?”

I furrowed my eyebrows slightly, but before I could think anything else, he stooped in and pulled me in for a kiss. His hand brushed a strand of hair away from my face, and more flashes went off.

My heart was hammering so hard against my chest. I hardly have kissed him in private yet, and now we were doing it in public for the whole world to see?

Shawn got pulled away to do an interview, and I was left standing there. Brad came over to talk to me, and I was just thankful for a familiar face.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he shouted.

“Fine,” I answered. “This is so crazy.”

“Look,” Brad said, into my ear. “Be careful, okay?”

“Of what?”

“Of Shawn and his manager,” he warned.

“What does that mean?” I was very confused and slightly offended.

“I don’t know. I feel like they’re up to something. I get a weird vibe.”

“Brad, Shawn wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. Trust me, I know him.”

“Okay,” he shrugged.

As he walked away, Andrew put his hand on my back. I looked over at him, and he wordlessly guided me towards Shawn and the interviewer.

I looked up at his manager, and he just nodded towards them. I was supposed to join them? During an interview?

“Oh, and here’s Julia now,” the interviewer, Anna, was saying.

“Yup,” Shawn said, putting his arm around me.

“And how do you feel being the girl everyone envies? I mean you’re dating Shawn Mendes!”

I laughed.

“It’s all so new to me,” I said, looking over at Shawn. “But, we have a strong connection, and I’m excited to see where this goes.”

Shawn smiled at me.

“You guys are the hottest new couple. All the best of luck with you,” Anna grinned. She turned towards the camera and said, “Let us know what you think of Shawn and Julia in the comment section of this video below!”

We left that interview, my fingers intertwined with Shawn’s. I followed him inside the event and we sat down at our numbered table.

He looked over at me and smiled. What Brad said was still lingering in the back of my mind, and I didn’t know why it bothered me so much.

“Shawn,” I started.

“Mm?”

“Brad said something weird to me on the carpet.”

“What?” Shawn sounded slightly annoyed.

“He just…he implied that you and Andrew were plotting something or up to something or had a plan. I can’t remember exactly. But he warned me not to trust Andrew. Or you, I guess. Is there something up?”

He shifted in his seat, looking down at his plate.

“Honestly, Jules, why listen to that guy?” he said, heatedly.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. It just struck a chord with me, but I said you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.”

He nodded.

“I said the right thing, didn’t I?”

“Yup, right answer,” he mumbled. I narrowed my eyes.

“Shawn –”

“Look, Julia, I think it’s just stupid that he’s trying to sabotage our relationship because he’s still hung up on you. Jealous guys or desperate guys will say just about anything to get back what they want.”

I was taken aback by this response.

“Shawn, I don’t think he was doing it with malicious intent –”

“You don’t know guys like I do,” he grumbled.

“Maybe not,” I said.

We sat in awkward silence for a moment. I wished I hadn’t brought that up. I looked over at Shawn, who was picking the tomatoes off his plate. I laughed.

“What?” he wondered.

“Just your hatred for tomatoes,” I answered. “I remember when we were just starting to become friends, you came over for dinner. And my mom had made a salad with tomatoes in it.”

“And you ate all the tomatoes when they weren’t looking,” he answered, hinting at a smile.

“Yeah.”

“Wow, I can’t believe you remember that.”

“Of course I do,” I answered. “It was the first time you came over. And you were wearing that oversized grey sweater you wore for like a month straight. You loved it so much.”

“Oh yeah. But, wait, don’t you have it?”

“You gave it to me, remember?” I asked. He widened his eyes. “Yeah, you gave it to me in a present box for my birthday. You said you were broke.”

We both laughed.

“But, I still have the card you gave me with it. And you said I could wear it so you would always be with me. And if anyone ever gave me any trouble, I could show them the large size of the sweater and say you could beat them up for me.”

He looked over at me, and I expected him to laugh but he didn’t. He just stared at me with such intensity, as if he were seeing me for the first time all over again. As if he never really looked at me before.

“You remember that?” he asked softly.

I nodded. I felt his hands slip into mine.

“Maybe I have liked you for five years,” I replied, looking at the ground nervously. “I just never admitted it to myself because I was scared you didn’t.”

He didn’t say anything. He just pulled my hand and we both stood up.

“Let’s dance,” he said. “It’s a slow song.”

Ed Sheeran’s song “One” was on, and we made our way onto the wooden dance floor. I put my arms around his neck, and he put his around my waist. We danced closely together, as the song played overhead. I could not be any more content than I was at this moment.

Tell me that you turned down the man
Who asked for your hand
‘Cause you’re waiting for me
And I know, you’re gonna be away a while
But I’ve got no plans at all to leave

And would you take away my hopes and dreams and just stay with me?

I couldn’t believe how fast I was falling for him. 

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Hey, I have a quick question. Why exactly do you like Bob? I'm not sure why and I can't find anything in your blog. I like him too, don't get me wrong, but not a lot of people do and I personally thought I was the only one. Sorry if you've answered this before but I'm curious and unsure as to why you like him. Everyone keeps trying to convince me to hate him so I need a bit of a reason not to, and I was hoping you could help with that. Sorry if this is annoying.

I think I mainly like him because he was just there when I got into MCR you know? He was part of it and I liked him. I always felt he was under appreciated but I didn’t know why. Then I joined tumblr and followed loads of MCR blogs, I watched loads of interviews, I read fanfiction and my affection towards the band and their friends and family grew. I felt like I knew these people….and then I followed MCR Facebook pages and it all came unravelled. People were commenting on pictures with Bob saying how much they hated him and I found a page that’s sole purpose was to remove Bob from pictures; I was startled by how strongly people felt about him and I felt protective of Bob. Then I found out *why* people hated Bob and I understood. He did some stupid, mean shit but in my opinion nothing bad enough to warrant hatred from hundreds of people.
~ Mikey

“Bow-Tie”

I run my finger across the multi-grey fabric of Kendall’s bow tie, adjusting it and making sure it wouldn’t loosen it’s form. I smile, fluffing it out. Kendall’s hands comes up to my wrist, pulling them away from his bow tie.

“I think it’s good babe. No more?” Kendall asks. I nod.

“I’m sorry. Just…straightening it out, I guess.” I look away, biting the corner of my bottom lip. Kendall chuckles.

“It’s ok. I understand. If you weren’t here, I’d probably be doing the same thing, except making it worst and calling you non-stop to come to me and fix it.” I laugh.

“Mr. Schmidt. We’re here” the driver in front says.

I look out the black screen window and see the start of the red carpet already fill with security, paparazzi and other famous, well known celebrities. This event is huge. It’s the 56th annual Grammys and they claim that this would be the best of all.

“Alright” Kendall said toward the driver. He then looks over at me. “Are you ready?”

Quickly responding, I nod at his question as my answer. Kendall smiles warmly before leaning in, pressing his pump pink lips on mine. He pulls back shortly after and takes my hand as we step out and onto the start of the carpet.

Our relationship is public already. Fans discovered about our relationship back to the VMAs about five months ago. But we’ve been dating a total of seven months now. What I’m really nervous about is the event itself. This is the Grammys - bigger than the VMA! And this is Kendall’s first time here. That’s why a bow tie was included in his suit tonight.

But Kendall isn’t nervous. He isn’t nominated, so there’s really nothing for him to freak out about. Maybe next year, when there is a chance he will be nominated. Who knows. I’m probably more nervous than he is. I have never been around twice the amount of celebrities’ fame level before. Sure, I saw Taylor Swift and Katy Perry at the VMAs but tonight, P!NK, Lorde, Imagine Dragons, Paul McCartney are going to be here. I’m going to be surrounded by these people. And these people inspired Kendall to be who he is today!

We found our security who will be guiding us safely through the red carpet event. With Kendall’s arm hugging me behind my waist, we walk through the crowd of mostly parents, or guests of the celebrities already here.

“Kendall!”

The sound of our first interview, made both of our heads turn to the direction where a nicely dressed man stood with a microphone in his hand. With his free hand, he waved over to us, informing us to come to him. Kendall seems to know him, shaking his hand quickly and greeting him with a great smile.

“Hello!” Kendall says.

“MTV interview! Do you mind?” the guy ask. Kendall shakes his head.

“Nope, let’s do it.” Kendall tells him. The guy nods and face the camera. I try to stay out of the picture, but Kendall holds onto me closer.

“First, where are the guys? Where are the rest of your crew?” the guy ask. Kendall chuckles.

“Honestly, I don’t know, but I’m sure they’re watching the Grammys, or will be” Kendall replies.

“You might not have the guys’ company here with you, but I see that you brought your beautiful girlfriend with you tonight!” I swear I blush. Kendall nods.

“Yep. I did.”

“YN, right?” the guy ask. I nod. “So, YN, what are you wearing tonight?” I look down.

“I happen to be wearing Lulus. One of my favorites of hers. Just a simple teal blue dress. I just hope I’m dress right for this kind of night” I laugh nervously.

“I think you are dressed perfectly for the night. And so is your man here, Kendall!”

“Yeah. I think he’s looking great and I hope they catch a lot of pictures of him tonight” I smile.

The interviewer nods. Before he even speaks up bringing up another question, a face pops into the picture, making a face. We all look over, seeing Austin Mahone bombing the interview.

“Mr. Mahone!” Kendall shouts. Austin breaks into laughter and stands up straight stepping closer. Kendall gives him a quick man hand shake. Austin blushes for interrupting the interview.

“And we have Austin Mahone with us now!” the interviewer says. Austin nods toward the camera. I smile toward him.

“Hey” Austin says toward the camera. He looks over at me, where Kendall still holds onto me aside. “Hey YN. You look pretty.”

“Aw, thanks” I tell him.

“Ok. While you’re here Austin, I’d thought now would be a good time to bring this question up” the interviewer starts.

“Ok” Austin says.

“We do this with every star, so let’s do it with you guys.” Kendall and Austin both nod. “When was the last time you got lucky?” I look up at Kendall to see if I can get an answer from him, but instead his face starts turning red.

“Last night” Austin starts. “My single was released and it’s at #2 now. Let’s bring it up to to #1.” Kendall scoots next to Austin, bringing a finger up.

“#1” Kendall roars, the scoot back next to me. I giggle.

“Ok. Austin last got lucky last night! How about you Kendall?” the interviewer ask.

“Uh, you know, I’m not going to answer that question” Kendall stutters.

“Why not?!” the interviewer ask loudly. Kendall shrugs. “Alright. Then I guess it wouldn’t hurt to ask your lovely girlfriend…” the interviewer mock. I laugh as he lend the microphone over. I take.

“Last time I got lucky?” I ask to make sure. The interviewer nods. “Hmm, you know. There was never a last time for me really. I’m lucky every second right now. I’m with the man I love and he loves me back. I’m lucky to have him. Not only do I support him but he…also supports me too.” I smile. I look up at Kendall who’s smiling big. He kisses my temple hard.

“I love you” Kendall whisper. I hand back the microphone.

“Aww. That’s probably the best answer out there” the interviewer said. “Next to Austin’s.” We laugh. Kendall snatch the microphone back.

“Now I know why I’m so lucky!” Kendall says toward the camera. He winks before handing the mic back.

“Alright. That’s all for Austin Mahone, Kendall Schmidt and his lovely girlfriend, YN. Thanks for stopping by and have fun tonight!”

We nod and start walking. We head toward the paparazzi hall where we get our pictures taken. Kendall told me earlier that he wanted me to join him in this section of the carpet. I couldn’t regret. We let Austin go ahead first. Kendall holds onto me by the waist as we move ahead and step into the paparazzi zone. We’re smiling big and Kendall’s laughing and talking with some of the familiar faces of the paparazzi.

“Hey Kendall! What’s the suit you’re wearing?” one of them ask. Kendall quickly looks down then back up.

“Who knows” he laughs. “I just found this in a part of my closet I’ve never gotten a chance to wear before!”

Kendall let’s go of me so he can pose solo. He starts pointing to he camera and playing with his bow tie, adjusting it. Then he stopped quickly, holding his hand out refusing to touch the bow tie any further.

“I just learned out to tie this!” he yells. I step in next to him again, and Kendall holds onto me. “I learned from Youtube” he chuckles.

“You mean we did” I corrected him. He laughs.

“Ok. Yes, we did.”

“Kendall tried to do it by himself, by following the steps on Youtube, but couldn’t do it. He was boiling mad, about to give up” I confess.

“Oh really?” one of the paparazzi friends asks. I nod.

“I swear, I could hear the video being repeated, knowing that Kendall was re-watching it just trying to understand it.”

“Until she stepped in” Kendall point out. He chuckles.

“It only took me one round of the video and I learned it like that; tying the bow tie for him.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault that the video was mirrored or in reverse” Kendall joke.

We laugh as we step off the paparazzi hall. Still holding onto me, Kendall and I walked through the crowd of people heading inside to the arena for the award show.

“You’re honestly perfect” Kendall said. I blush

“And you’re amazingly spiffy” I smile, tugging onto his suit jacket, bringing it closer, buttoning on button together. Then the bow tie popped out of its place. Kendall laughs softly dropping his head in defeat.

“Oh boy” he mutter, still smiling. I laugh and tie a perfect bow again.

“There.” I pat his chest when I’m done and Kendall checks it out. He gently straighten it out.

“You know that I love you.” Kendall whisper.

“Yeah, I know.”

“I love you.” Kendall whispers before closing the gap in between us, giving me a Grammy-worth, kiss of the night.

Always Your Hero

Request(s): One where Chris and his significant other are being interviewed together, and the interviewer makes her get upset. Chris comes to her rescue. / One where she’s crying about the hate fans are giving her, and Chris comforts her.

It wasn’t any secret that interviews with magazines weren’t your favorite thing in the world. Well, at least it was that way to your costars. Your boyfriend, Chris, in particular, knew just how much you hated them. Somewhere between the too-personal questions and awkward-filming, a natural spark of hate emerged into your heart.

However, just as he always did, Chris found a way to make things better for you.

And this time, he pulled a few strings so that way you and him would be interviewed at the same time. Really, you knew that you kept him around for a reason.

You and Chris were walking down the hallway to the interview hand in hand. He was tapping his thumb against your hand, talking about the latest game that the Patriot’s had played. He was excited about the season that the Patriots were having, as usual. You were doing everything you could not to think about being interviewed, as usual. So, you nod along to what he’s saying, listening intently and trying to focus your mind on the way that Brady was proving everyone wrong. Chris stops speaking slowly, just as you both reach the door to the room of the interview.

“You’ll do great.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hand before he has to release it. You nod, taking a deep breath. “Just don’t forget to breathe.” He teases, opening the door for you. You shake your head at him, a small smile on your face as you walk in. Chris follows behind you not-too-closely.

Because, as far as the media world is concerned, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Chris Evans are not romantically involved. And the both of you are quite content with that.

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Tablo on mainstream/pure/good music debate
  • Interviewer: There's been controversy towards some Korean rappers chastising other rappers for "selling out" and becoming mainstream and/or joining idol acts or whatever it happens to be. What is your feeling? What is your response to their purest of people who feel threatened by broader acceptance?
  • Tablo: Well we're actually huge fans of anything that is…that is just really good, you know, and 'pure' is actually very different concept from 'good'. We don't feel that 'pure' necessarily means 'good', and that's why we're not afraid to do things that are not expected or not considered original or pure. At the same time we love listening to kids taking it and doing it in their own way, which is what a lot of the idols groups are doing.
  • Personally I think one of the greatest groups to come out of Asia is Big Bang. I'm sure a lot of people would agree, and Big Bang is a unique group because they can be accepted within the hiphop community as well as the broader community. Even if you don't like hiphop, you will love Big Bang. Even if you love only HipHop, you will love BigBang, and that's a very special position to be in and I'm sure they're in that position because they were allowed to experiment with different sounds and they weren't afraid to do all of that.
  • So I mean, if you're going to look down on that, you go to be "pure" and as good as them. But the problem is, you know a lot of times... you might be doing pure music, but if it's just not as good as their music I mean *shrugs and points behind him*
Time for Oosh to get serious.

Which, for those who have followed me, you know thats kind of hard and usually requires some kind of alcoholic beverage. Unfortunately, I cannot reach out for a glass of wine (for those wondering I am 24.) as I have a job interview tomorrow which can make my promotion permanent and, well, it means I can do things with my life. but thats not important look at me, i’m rambling. I feel like Markiplier doing a vlog.

I joined Mark at around 800,000 subscribers just over 2 years ago. It was so exciting to see him creep towards 1 million. I didn’t really know what to do. I had only just started this blog, I had barley any followers so I dork flailed with excitement in my room alone. In 2 years 9,200,000 people have pressed that red subscription button and what a ride we have been on: 

Finishing Vanish
Moving to L.A and THAT live stream with Bob and Wade
Finding Tiny Box Tim
PINKIPLIER
BUNNIPLIER (although I think that should stay in the pits of the tag)
Ridiculous amount of moulah raised for charity
The pyjama pants
THOSE pyjama pants pictures
The emergence of Jacksepticeye
The 8 million subscriber video
(And so much more. My brain cannot think - add your own)

Its been a glorious journey to have been a part of and one I am very much looking forward to continuing on. I could bore you all with how much Mark and this community has changed me; how you’ve helped me in my lowest times; how you’ve made me see myself as ‘good enough’ again; but I dont think you want to read that.

Instead I pledge this. I OOSH WILL CONTINUE TO BE A MEMBER OF THE MARKIPLIER COMMUNITY. I WILL MAKE MY SILLY WHAT IFS. I WILL PURSUE MY REDBUBBLE AND HELP RAISE MONEY FOR CHARITY. I WILL BLOG IN THE NAME OF MARK.

I WILL BE A HERO.

So, thank you Mark. Thank you for being the best you can be. Long may it continue. Maybe with teal hair. Just…just saying.

Oosh out
Thank you for existing

Say Dada

hi can u do 1 where u & dean are married & have 1 year old son & when deans on hunt u teach ur son 2 say dada & when dean is back ur son run 2 him saying dada & deans so happy .. fluff please

requested by: apple-pie-na 

“Come on say dada.” Dean cooed holding Aiden your son up. 

“Mama.” Aiden replied before reaching out to touch Dean’s face. 

“Dinner’s ready.” you said stepping into the living room where Dean sat on the floor amongst Aiden and his toys. 

“Alright.” Dean said standing up scooping Aiden up in his arms. Aiden bounced up down in his arms. 

“Bye.” Aiden said waving his chubby little digits to his toys in the living room, Dean sat down at the table Aiden in his lap. 

“Steak and potatoes?” Dean smiled leaning over to kiss you on the cheek. 

“Yeah I figured since you’re hunting a werewolf you might enjoy some steak.” You smiled digging into your potatoes. Dean smiled cutting his steak into small pieces feeding Aiden some. 

“Honey he’s really not going to eat that, you should give him his regular food.” you said reaching over to your glass. 

“It’s fine, he likes to gum on it.” Dean said eating some of his own steak. You watched as Aiden reached over grabbing a handful of Dean’s potatoes and putting them into his mouth. You chuckled taking him from Dean and seating him in his high chair placing his own meal in front of him. 

“Well at least he’s feeding himself.” Dean said smiling over at Aiden. After dinner Dean cleaned up the dishes as you washed Aiden up for bed, and soon going to bed yourself, soon joined by Dean. 

-The Next Day-

“Come on don’t you want to say dada before I go?” Dean asked you son kissing his forehead.

“Bye. Bye.” Aiden giggled touching Dean’s face. Dean chuckled lightly kissing you on the lips before heading out to pick up Sam. You smiled down at your son. You sat on the floor in living room floor. 

“So why don’t we teach you how to say dada.” you said setting him in on the floor. 

“Mama. bye, bye” he replied scooting from you to grab one of his toys. 

“Not so fast hot shot.” You smiled placing him in your lap, you grabbed a photo of Dean off your coffee table pointing you Dean. 

“Dada.” you said slowly pointing to the picture. 

“Toes.” he replied touching the picture.

“No. Dada.” you said again slowly. 

“Hot.” he said this time looking up at you. 

“Well yes daddy is very hot but that’s not the word we’re learning.” you smiled. Later that night Dean called you at home letting you know that he and Sam made it safely to their hotel and tomorrow they’d be doing interviews tomorrow and that’d he’d call you later. 

-TWO WEEKS LATER-

You were in the kitchen making dinner as Aiden toddled his way around the living room occasionally coming into the kitchen so you could chase him. 

“I’m home.” Dean called entering into the house. Upon this annoucement you could hear Aiden squeal with delight and the all to familiar pitter patter of him running. 

“Dada. Dada.” He called running towards Dean. You smiled walking into the hall two join the two. 

“Did you hear that he called me daddy…well dada.” Dean said grinning at you. 

“Dada.” he said laying his head on Dean’s shoulder. 

“Did you teach him?” Dean asked looking over at you. 

“Yes and everytime he saw your photo he started yelling dada.” You smiled kissing him on the lips. 

“I can’t wait to tell Sam.” Dean said bouncing Aiden on his hip. 

“So how was the hunt?” you asked taking his bag from his hand placing it into a nearby closet. 

“Well it was okay, it was a kid that got turned so uh yeah it got rough.” Dean said looking at you. 

“I’m sorry babe.” you said poking at Aiden’s tummy. 

“Well it’s just good to be back home with you and Aiden.” Dean said kissing his son’s forehead. 

“Why don’t I order us some pizza for dinner have some beers.” You smiled at him. 

“Dada, Juice.” Aiden said pointing over at his sippy cup. Dean smiled taking the sippy cup and Aiden to living room to relax. While you ordered pizza and grabbing a couple of beers. Aiden sat on Dean’s lap as they settled on the two couch putting on Aiden’s favorite movie. 

Pregnancy Series #24 ~ He Talks About You and the Baby

Pregnancy Series Here

Niall (his pov) ~ “Niall?” Liam repeated, sitting next to me on the couch backstage at our show in Phoenix.

“Lad, come back down,” Louis joked, waving his hand in front of my face. I quickly looked up, blinking repeatedly, to the eyes of my three bandmates staring at me worriedly, I nodded, running my fingers through my hair. “Thinking about Y/N again?”

The boys laughed and Harry sat down on the floor in front of the couch. “How is she?” he asked.

“She’s good. She says she misses you guys. I don’t know why,” they laughed and Liam patted my knee.

“Its shitty without her on tour with us. You know we love her too, right?” Liam said, and I leaned over and punched him in the arm.

“I know, I just saw her last week and I’m already bored after the shows without her here,” Louis said, making my smile grow. It was amazing the affection my best friends had for my wife. I never had to worry, because I knew they would be there for her, and our child, if I couldn’t be.

“She says the baby’s been kicking her like crazy. She said she hasn’t been getting much sleep,” I said. I felt awful for not being there with her when she was uncomfortable and in pain. It was hard for me, too. The guilt was weighing on everything I did when I wasn’t with her.

“Yeah, Mum says the last few months is the hardest,” Louis spoke up, not making me feel any better about the situation. “But listen Niall, don’t worry.”

“She’s a strong woman, she’ll be fine,” Liam added.

“It’s not your fault you can’t be there for her. I know she doesn’t blame you for it,” Louis told me. I shrugged, and sat back on the couch.

“It’s really hard, though. I want to be there with her. I’m still excited. It’s amazing, knowing she grew our baby inside her. It just feels so surreal that we’re going to have a child in a few weeks, and I’m not there with her.”

Zayn (his pov) ~ I stood in the backyard with my dad, while Y/N was off with my sisters. It was a nice change to leave London, though the ride here was tough for her. She was restless and she felt sick the entire time. I felt awful, and drove somewhat recklessly, trying to get here sooner so she could leave the car.

My family had been asking for weeks for me to bring her here so they could visit with her before Jaeda was born. My dad was especially happy the was had chosen and Arabic name, and he was even more excited to see us.

“How are you doing with it all,” my dad asked as he flipped the chicken on the barbecue. His question snapped me out of my thoughts and tore my eyes away from Y/N who was off on the other side of the garden with Doniya’s son playing peek-a-boo. 

“Good, yeah, everything is getting better with us. It’s tough, definitely,” I replied. He patted my shoulder, and went back to manning the barbecue. “Hey, Dad? Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot,” he told me. 

“What was it like was Mum was pregnant with Doniya?” I asked, toying with the hem of my jacket. He turned to face me, a smile on his face despite my nervous tone. 

“Honestly, Zayn, I was scarred. I think every new father is. But it’s an amazing experience. It’s so exciting, for the both of you,” he told me. He then paused, and his smile dropped. “I know it’s scary, son. It’s scary not knowing what to expect, and its demanding work trying to keep her comfortable and happy. You can only do your best, and that will be enough for her. She loves you, I can see it every time she looks at you.”

I looked over him, my eyes glossy. “I already fucked things up. She means the world to me, and now we’re having a baby. Everything is changing so fast and its terrifying.”

He squeezed my shoulder and pointed to Y/N and his grandson, “See that woman? You love her, and you would do anything for her. Now she’s having your baby, and yes, everything is changing and it’s horrifying. But you say you love her, and that’s all that matters right now. You have two months before you become a father, so use that time with her wisely. I want to see you guys, as a family, happy. Make it up to her for what you said. She knows you don’t mean it anymore, but prove it to her. You can’t loose her, Zayn, she’s the best thing for you,” my smile grew with his words. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the beautiful woman across the yard. “I have no doubt you’ll treat them well, the way they should be.”

I blushed and stifled a laugh just as Y/N looked up and her eyes locked with mine. I waved and watched as she picked up our nephew and placed him on her large stomach, carrying him inside to his mother. I couldn’t help but continue to smile; she was amazing, and I regret every word I’ve said to hurt her. She is giving me the greatest gift in the world, it just took me a bit to realize it.

Liam (his pov) ~ “Goodnight, sweets,” I whispered, kissing her forehead. She closed her eyes, falling asleep with her head on my lap. I’ve never seen her so worn out and stressed. The adoption was taking a toll on her, and I can’t imagine how exhausted she’s going to be once we actually get the baby. 


I ran my fingers through her hair mindlessly, watching her chest rise and fall rhythmically under the covers. Her lips quivered and her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she turned her head to the side towards my stomach. I jumped when my phone rang on the bedside table. Careful not to wake my wife, I reached over for my phone, and smiled when I read the caller i.d.

“Hi, mum,” I answered in a low whisper. 

“Hi, love,” she replied, “how are you?”

“I’m good, great,” I said back, keeping my low tone. I pushed Y/N’s hair back, running my palm over her forehead. “What about you and dad?”

“We’re good. I hope I’m not calling too late- I know you two like to go out. Was this an okay time to call?”

“Absolutely. What are you and dad doing up so late?” I asked, puzzled. My parents were never ones to stay up past 10:30. It was 11:30 now, and mum sounded wide awake.

“Oh, dad’s asleep. I went out for coffee a little while ago with Liz- you know Liz? Anyway, I ordered decaf, but they must’ve given me regular, cause I can’t seem to get to sleep. But I’m just reading before you called. Is Y/N there? I’d like to talk to her if she’s not too busy.” 

I sighed, “she just fell asleep, mum. I would wake her, but she hasn’t been sleeping well lately. We’re both under so much stress,” I ran my fingertips over the soft skin of her arms, and across her neck. She was wearing a necklace my parents had gotten her after our wedding that she loved so much. It was a dainty gold chain with a small circular pendant that had her initials stamped on it. It was one of the first things she received after we we’re married, and it was the first thing she owned that had Payne on it.

“I can only imagine… let her rest then, I’ll try to catch her sometime tomorrow. But now long now, yeah?” I could almost hear the smile in my mum’s voice at the mention of the baby. She was more excited than any of our other family members, since the baby would be her first grandchild. 

“It’s happening so fast,” I sighed, looked over at the table where Y/N put all the documents, books, and to-do lists she kept. There was a large stack of books with little tabs sticking out the sides, all labeled, and a pile of sticky notes hanging off the edge. “I’m trying to help her, but she insists on doing most of the work. She wants to make up for not being able to get pregnant, but she’s just wearing herself out. You know how stubborn she can be.”

“Just like you!” she laughed. My smiled grew wider as a small frown appeared on Y/N’s lips, and then it turned into a smile. I could only imagine what she was dreaming of, but somehow I knew it was about the baby. 

“That’s my girl,” I whispered.

Harry (his pov) ~ “And we’re back!” the interviewer said into her microphone. “Joining us is the one and only, Harry Styles himself.”

“Hello,” I said, leaning forward towards the microphone. I ran my hand through my hair, pushing it away from my face, and put my hand on my knee.

“Congratulations on the new album! You and the other boys must be proud, I’m guessing?”

“Thank you,” I began, “We love this album, its one of my favorites out of our others.” I smiled, and sat back in my chair a bit while I waited for the next question.

The interviewer put her coffee cup down, and began again, “So, can you tell us which song will be the next single?”

“No, unfortunately not. I’m sorry. It’s going to be good, I promise. Lovely people working on it,” I replied. She continued to ask questions about the band- questions I’ve been asked thousands of times. I was waiting anxiously for the end for when she finally asked about Y/N.

“So, I must ask, Harry… How’s your beautiful wife Y/N doing with the pregnancy?”

“She’s great, yeah. Uh, she’s loving it. It’s really great, we-”

“Sorry, how far along is she now?” the woman interrupted.

“About 35 weeks now, yeah, yeah, uh… We’re very excited,” I answered. I could feel the smile growing on my face. The interviewer looked at me with a kind glance before looking down to her papers again.

“A baby girl, correct?”

“Yup, we’re happy about that. Y/N always wanted a girl, so… She’s really happy about that,” I played with my fingers as I thought about my growing family. I felt my cheeks redden as the interviewer made a cheeky comment about Y/N, and I laughed a bit.

“And the other boys- Louis, he just had two sons, Leo and Oliver. How’s it feel to be an uncle again?”

“Yeah, that’s great too. Louis is really happy, so I’m happy for him.”

“Thank you Harry, for coming in this morning. Great to see you again. Now, here is a song from One Direction’s new album, a great song really.” The song began to play as she turned of her microphone. She stood up and hugged me briefly before I left, headed home back to my beautiful wife.

Louis (his pov) ~  I smiled as I sat down on a crate, somewhere in the halls deep inside a stadium where we were performing that night. I laughed at a joke Liam made from the floor beside me just as one of the sound engineers, Kelly, walked by. 

“Hey, Kelly! Kelly! The Kelly-O, Kelly ellie, Kellster!” I rambled, making the woman in her late twenties laugh and shake her head. She continued to walk down the hall, going right past us, but I called out to her again. 

“Louis, I need to get ready for the show. What is it?” she asked sweetly, but I could tell she was annoyed, which was a success for me. No matter how old I got, the boys said I still acted the same as when we first met: a jokester. It was true, I never really lost my love for hearing people laugh.

“We wanted to talk is all. How’s the boy? He here tonight?” I asked, mentioning her three year old son. He was usually at the shows along with Brooklyn and Lux, who were always running around with Niall’s child babbling along backstage during the shows. 

“Ya, ‘round here somewhere. Actually, have you seen Harry around? He’s supposed to be with him,” she said, beginning to become nervous. 

“Saw them a bit ago,” Liam said, and she sighed in relief. 

“Anyways…Louis, how’s Y/N? She’s back home now right?” She asked and I nodded. 

“Mhm, she’s doing great. She’s giant though- don’t tell her I said that, she’ll kick my arse,” I said, and Liam and Kelly both laughed. I thought about my wife, and my two unborn sons. Leo and Oliver were due in about two months, and Y/N was just glowing, from what I could tell from our video chats and pictures Lottie would send me. It wasn’t easy being away from her, especially while she was pregnant. But I’d rather be on tour now than after the boys were born. 

“She could, definitely,” Liam laughed.

“Ya, she’s great. I miss her loads,” I smiled, looking at Kelly who gave my a sympathetic look. 

“Getting sappy over here, are we?” Harry said, walking in with the young boy on his shoulders and Lux hanging of his arms. Liam laughed, and took Lux into his lap. I couldn’t wait for my own sons to be here, and to hold them the way Kelly could hold her son.

5SOS Preference #15: Your a YouTuber and He Doesn't Stop Tweeting You (Requested)

Luke:  You were stuck at the airport waiting for your flight that had just recently been delayed and had nothing better to do so you decided to go on twitter. You gaped at how you went from 1000 followers to 2000 followers in just a few days. Oh did I mention that your the famous YouTuber Y/N? It wasn’t until your phone started blowing up did you realize the fact that someone had kept mentioning you in a tweet. Curious you logged back into Twitter to find someone named Luke Hemmings complementing you tweet after tweet. You had no idea who this person was so you went to his Twitter to find out not only is he adorable but he’s in a band called 5 Seconds of Summer. After reading all the wonderful tweets he mentioned you in, you decided to tweet him back thanking him for the compliments. 

Ashton: Every week up make a new video and upload it to YouTube. After a few weeks you had become a YouTube sensation. People all over were asking you to do a video about this and that. As you were in the middle of another one of your videos your mother came into the room telling you to check your twitter. Confused yo opened twitter up on your phone only to see it blown up by some guy who goes by the name of Ashton. Ashton? That sounded familiar to you. You went onto his page to see that he was in the band 5 Seconds of Summer that your best friend had been obsessing over for the past months. As you read his tweets you could feel yourself slowly start to blush tweet after tweet. And when you finally looked up you had just realized that you were still recording and now everyone will see you blushing over Mr. Aston Irwin.

Calum: You have always be classified as a famous YouTuber ever since you started 3 years ago. People loved the fact that you were silly, pretty and quirky but at the same time you had a shy side. Making YouTube videos for people was something that you always loved to do. You looked up from your daydreaming but only to bump into someone sending you crashing to the pavement. “ Crap, I’m sorry, I should have been watching where I was going” said the person who you bumped into while offering you a hand. “ Oh it’s fine, it was my fault anyways” you said accepting his waiting hand. Once you both were standing up again he stuck his hand out again saying, “ my names Calum. Calum Hood.” Oh my. He was the Calum Hood from your favorite band 5 Seconds of Summer. You blushed and accepted his hand and replied, “ Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” He looked shocked. “ Your that famous YouTuber aren’t you?” he questioned. He smiled not believing that he recognized you. “ Yeah I am.” The two of you talked for a few more minutes before exchanging numbers. Later that night, you twitter was blowing up tweet after tweet. And you found out the next day that Mr. Hood was the reason for it, talking about how he meat you that today and how much he was a fan of your videos.

Michael: Today you were getting the chance to interview the famous band know as 5 Seconds of Summer. After years and years of being famous on YouTube it really pays off, you thought as you walked towards the stage were you would be interviewing the boys. You quickly introduced yourself to the boys before taking your seat. The camera man gave you the sign that you were live.“ Welcome back. I’m Y/N Y/L/N and today I am joined by the famous new break out band known as 5 Seconds of Summer” you started while smiling at the boys. “ So guys, tell me what’s it been like touring with One Direction for the past few months?” you started. The interview continued with you asking them questions and they would kindly answer. At the end there was a few twitter questions. Of course though. throughout the entire interview there was lots of giggles, funny business and craziness. I mean they are boys still after all. When you got home from the interview, a fan from your YouTube channel told you to go and check your twitter. You did and found that Michael had tweeted many tweets about you and the interview. Most of them were compliments about how he loved your channel and how well you did with the interview today. Smiling you quickly replied back to him before sticking your phone in your back pocket and went off to take a shower.

A/N: Please keep sending requests in! Just make sure to specify which band please!