When you and Rocky kiss for the first time

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okay but like can we talk about how rocky is also my bias wrecker because like astro is 99% bias wreckers and 1% bias like??? WHY???

Words: 883

Fluff all the way yasss this is 201% fluff you guys

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Originally posted by beyondastro

”Hi,” Minhyuk smiled widely, looking at you.

“Hi,” you greeted him and opened the door you were holding a little bit more so he could enter your apartment.

“I brought these,” he said, lifting a plastic bag, probably filled with snacks.

You smiled widely. “Nice,” he gave you the bag and you left him in the hallway and went into the kitchen.

“Wow,” you exhaled, looking at all the things he had bought. “Are you sure you didn’t need to rob a bank to buy all this?”

He came in, chuckling. “I promise nothing.”

You nudged him while chuckling too when he stopped next to you.

“What are we watching tonight?” he asked.

“I was thinking superhero movies,” you said, taking the snacks out of the plastic bag.

He smiled at your statement. “Sounds nice,” he helped you with the snacks.

You went into the living room after grabbing a few cans of soda and a few bottles of water from the fridge. You laid all your snacks and drinks on the small table in front of the sofa and sat down on the sofa. Minhyuk did the same and sat down next to you.

“Come on,” you said. “He’s pretty handsome.”

Minhyuk shook his head. “I beg to differ,” he gave you a look. “What’s so great about a blonde man with a huge hammer?”

“Look at his eyes!” you pointed at the TV.

“Mine are prettier,” he said.

“Well, yeah, but he’s still handsome,” you argued.

You looked at each other, you both wanted to have the last word in this playful, silly argument.

“Admit it,” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“Never,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

You nudged him and he did the same. You kept nudging each other for quite a bit until it turned into a pillow fight.

“Yah!” you yelled when he chased you around the sofa, holding the biggest pillow you had. “That’s unfair!”

“No it’s not!” he said, not giving up.

You pouted. “You’re going to hurt me!”

He lowered the pillow and threw it on the sofa, looking somewhat apologetic. “Sorry, I didn’t think about that.”

You acted like you accepted his apology for a bit before grabbing the pillow with an evil smile. “Ha!” you laughed, holding the huge pillow up.

“I knew you would do that!” he said, grabbing a smaller pillow.

“Then why did you give it to me?” you asked, proud of yourself for getting the pillow.

“Because you are my weakness,” he said, making you both cringe at the cheesiness.

“Okay, look,” he approached you carefully. “Let’s make peace?” he reached out his hand.

You looked at him for a bit before sighing and grabbing his hand to shake it.

“Throw that away please,” he said, looking at the big pillow you were holding with your other hand.

“You throw yours first,” you said and he obeyed immediately. You threw yours away too. You tried to make him let go of your hand that he was still holding but he didn’t let go.

“Ha!” he pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“Hey!” you whined, trying to break away from him but he didn’t budge.

“Got you,” he grinned and you looked at him with a pout.

“You’re so sly,” you said.

“Sorry,” he chuckled but didn’t let go.

“Come on, let go of me already, please?”

“I’ll never let go,” he said and you cringed, making him chuckle a little. “Sorry,” he apologized, amused, and let go of you.

“I’ll go get some more soda,” you said and walked away, into the kitchen. You opened the fridge and took a can of soda out. Minhyuk came into the kitchen too but you didn’t notice him until you shut the fridge’s door and turned around. He made you stand against the cool fridge.

“What now?” you asked, surprised.

He smiled a little before leaning closer and kissing you. It was a gentle, sweet and warm kiss. It was the first kiss between you two so it felt really special to you.

You couldn’t help but giggle when he pulled away.

“What?” he asked, amused.

“Nothing,” you said, blushing.

“Why are you lying? What is it?” he questioned.

You looked at the can of soda in your hands because you were nervous.


You just smiled.

“You liked it that much?” he was amused by the sudden change in your behavior.

“It was okay,” you walked away, unable to stand so close to him any longer. He followed you.

“Okay?” he asked with disbelief.

“Yeah,” you couldn’t help but smile at the thought ‘we just kissed’.

“Come here,” he chuckled when you put the soda on the small table in the living room. He grabbed your arm and pulled you closer gently. This time you dared to look at him.

“Are you shy?” he asked with a smile.

“No,” you lied, forcing yourself to look at him.

“Yeah, and you are as red as a strawberry for no reason,” he pointed out, making you put your hands on your cheeks.

“It’s not my fault, you kissed me out of nowhere,” you mumbled.

“Is it a bad thing?” he asked.

“No,” you said.

“Good,” he grinned and then leaned in to kiss you again.

Only yours - Nash Grier Imagine (smut)


[Y/N - ‘your name’]


I’m getting dressed to go to a party with some of my friends and my boyfriend Nash Grier. The only reason we were even invited to Bethany’s house party, was due to Nash being the schools best quarter-back.

“Y/n are you finished yet? We have to go in like five minutes!” Rachel (A/n: I decided to name some people so it’s not too confusing) called from downstairs.

“I am ready I just need to make sure I look good tonight, I want Nash to think I look sexy, not cute and innocent like always!” I yelled back at her so she could hear.

“Jeez I’m not deaf, I’m outside your room right now, there’s no need to yell.”

“Whoops, sorry, and come in I need you to tell me if I look good or not.”

Rachel opened the door, only to stare at you in shock.

“What? Is the dress too much? Should I change into something not so risqué?” I was freaking out thinking all the bad possibilities. What if I don’t look good? What if it’s all too much?

“No, no, it’s just-” she took a second to look me up and down, noticing my tight mid-thigh red dress stuck to me like a second skin (and made my ass look good, if I do say so myself) and the long sleeves made it look better as it was a low-cut dress, my black pumps made me taller almost the same height as Nash himself, “-you look hot. God you clean up nice! You look hot in that dress and those heels, don’t get me started on the heels!” She clapped her hands like a child on Christmas.

“Why thank you, didn’t think someone seeming to be as innocent as me could look this good, right?” We giggled and looked in the mirror for a final check up.

I put my hair out and curled it into loose curls. I put the last touches of my makeup as I did a smokey eye, with a subtle eyeliner and put on some nude pink colouring lip balm to finish off the look.

*ding dong*

“Okay the boys are here, how do I look?” My best friend asked as a nervous expression took over her natural features.

“You look hot, trust me, Cameron’s going to be blown away!” She gave me a nervous smile as we descended down the stairs.

Once we reached the door we both looked over at each other. I gave her a reassuring thumbs up. She opened the door to reveal a handsome Nash Grier wearing a black long sleeved top with a silver long necklace handing loosely around his neck, black skinny jeans with cuts on the knees and black vans, his hair looking naturally perfect, way better than mine to be honest. And a bad-ass looking Cameron sporting a black denim-like vest, a white t-shirt, black skinny jeans with a cut in one knee and black vans also.

“Hello ladies, my you do look ravishing!” Cameron exclaimed with a bad British accent. Whilst Nash couldn’t get his eyes of me, his mouth hanging open and his eyes wandering my body, looking me up and down. Cameron, noticing Nash’s quietness, nudged his friend back into reality.

“Wha-uh y/n you look-”, his eyes checking me out intensely, “-beautiful as always.” I blushed at his stuttering and walked outside, closing the door behind me.

“Why thank you Hamilton, you do look very good if I do say so myself,” I whispered into his ear as we made our way to Cameron’s car.

“The dress may look hot, but it’ll look stunning laying on the floor,” I whacked his arm causing him to chuckle. I blushed a deep crimson and hid my face behind my hair.

Once we made it to the party, all we could see were sweaty bodies grinding everywhere. Cameron and Rachel took off to get drinks leaving Nash and I in the middle of the dance floor, thankfully there was no awkward bodies rubbing against us.

I turned around and found Johnson making out with his girlfriend and Gilinsky taking shots. Rachel and Cameron were grinding on the far side of the house and Shawn leading his girlfriend upstairs with a devilish grin. Jacob and Bea were taking body shots and Aaron, Taylor and Matthew were in the pool outside. The others engaging themselves into any other activities they could find.

“So y/n, what’d you say we take a couple of shots and then make our way over to the dance floor huh?” I nodded letting Nash lead me over to where Gilinsky was filling up three shot glasses with what I presume to be, Vodka.

“Oi, Jack! Two shots here!” Nash yelled over the loud boom of the bass. Jack simply nodded and filled up two shot glasses and placed then right in front of us.

“There you go, don’t drink to much I may have put a little something in there for you two, aka my not-so-special mix of sprite, tequila and vodka!” Jack winked at me making me blush and Nash to clench his fists.

“Okay, come on Nash, on the count of three. One, two-” I looked over at Nash to see he was looking straight back at me, “-three,” we downed the shots, but I won due to me being able to unhinge by jaw like a snake (A/N if you get that reference I love you).

“Do you need a sippy cup Nashly?” I joked as he started dribbling the vodka due to him laughing too hard.

“Hilarious!” He shouted causing me to laugh. Nash just stared at me, smiling and grabbed my hand, leading me to the dance floor.

I started to dance to the beat of the music. But then it just turned to me grinding on Nash, whilst he held my hips.

“Oh god, y/n what you do to me,” Nash whispered in my ear as a low groan escaped him.

“I have no idea what your talking about,” I whispered back innocently. We were dancing for about five minutes, until Nash had to use the bathroom. I didn’t mind because I found Rachel and Cameron and started dancing with them. I was swaying my hips freely until I felt two hands touch my waist, but I knew for a fact they weren’t Nash’s.

I quickly spun around to be face to face with a drunk Gilinsky.

“Okay now Jack, why don’t you go sit over there and make out with Sadie instead?” I asked calmly. I didn’t want Nash to see, he seems to get really jealous and protective around me.

“No! I want to dance with you, cause you look hot!” He slurred his words making me laugh as he almost fell over saying the word hot.

“Oh come on now Jack, you don’t want to dance with me, look Sadie is telling you to come over to her!” I pointed at her, standing only a few feet away making eye-contact with Jack smiling widely.

“O-kay! Bye bye y/n!” He waved at me like a little kid and I couldn’t help myself giggle at the cuteness of it.

I turned around only to bump into a hard chest. I looked up, only to be face to face with Nash. He was red faced and had his hands balled up into fists by his side. His beautiful blue eyes, almost black in colour, staring intensely down at me.

“What were you doing with Jack? Did he touch you? Huh?” I smirked, jealous Nash is my favourite.

“We just danced that’s all,” I whispered into his ear so he could hear me better.

Nash roughly grabbed my hand and lead me to a vacant room upstairs.

I closed the door and had my back facing Nash.

“No one else gets to touch you like I do, you got that?” I nodded my head closing my eyes at his close proximity of my back. His warm breath fanning over my neck, causing goosebumps to rise.

Nash abruptly turning me around and slammed me against the wall, causing me to let out a loud gasp. His lips were on mine in a instant. My hands found there way into his hair, pulling at the brown roots, earning a moan from him. His large hand lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him, his hands making there way to my ass, squeezing it. His tongue traced my bottom lips, asking me for entrance, I denied only for him to grab my ass harder causing me to gasp, letting his tongue in. His tongue exploring my mouth and meeting mine.

His mouth made its way to my jaw and neck sucking harshly at the skin, obviously leaving a rather large hickey.

He pulled me closer to him and found his way to the bed, tossing me carelessly on to it. His whole body hovered over me, he took off his top, throwing it away, showcasing his toned abs. My hands felt all the way up then ‘til they reached his head, yanking his head to reconnect his lips to mine. His mouth went back to my neck. He began leaving hungry trails of love bites from the top of my neck to my collarbones. He tugged at the bottom of my dress.

“This has to go,” he said in-between kisses. I lifted my self off the bed slightly giving him the chance to pull the dress over my head and throw across the room.

“Told you you’ll look better without it,” I smirked as his eyes widened at my matching white lace underwear. He looked back into my eyes and I saw the were a deep shade of blue. His hand made its way to my back and unhooked my bra, tossing the material on top of the dress.

His mouth began greedily sucking on my left breast and his right hand roughly massaging the other. My head shot back and my hands pulling more at the long hair. His mouth wandered from my cleavage to my stomach, leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses. He reached the hem of my panties and looked back up at me, his eyes connecting with my own lust-filled ones. He took the white lace off, with his mouth. I moaned loudly at the erotic sight. Nash slowly licked a line from my entrance, right to my clit, flicking his tongue slightly, making me squirm underneath his teasing.

“Nash,” I moaned dragging out his name, “please.”

No more words were ushered as his mouth made its way onto my heat sucking and nibbling harshly. His tongue flicked my clit repeatedly causing my hips to buck up. A strong arm was placed on my hips to keep me still. I looked down only to see his blue eyes peaking up from behind my heat. I almost came at the sight. Suddenly his tongue made its way into my entrance, as his fingers began rubbing me. His tongue was darting in and out, his fingers rubbing faster. I moaned loudly. My orgasm approaching.

“N-Nash, I’m gonna c-cum!” I screamed the pleasure was overwhelming.

His tongue and fingers left me. My head shot up at him.

“Why’d you stop!?” I glared at him, he just chuckled.

“I was just warming you up, baby girl,” he ripped open a condom and put it on.

“Warming up for wha-” I was cut of as his dick slammed into me making me scream in pain and pleasure. No matter how many times we’d have sex, I’d never get used to his size. His head thrown back. A thin layer of sweat already forming.

“You’re so tight, baby girl! Who makes you feel this way? Huh? Say it, who?”

“Y-you do Nash!” I moaned the pleasure overwhelming.

“I want you to scream it baby girl. Whose cock makes you feel this good? Whose dick pumping in and out of you makes you moan loudly? Huh? Who’s tongue can make you cum in seconds? Who can give you the best orgasm of your life? Scream it baby girl!”

“NASH!” I screamed as my orgasm took over me and I came on his dick.

“F-fuck y/n!” He moaned my name as he came. We rode out each other’s climaxes.

Nash took off the condom throwing it away in the bin and collapsing next to me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him causing us to be spooning position. I giggled as he started kissing my neck softly, making me squirm in his arms.

“You’re mine, and only mine,” he breathed into my ear.

“Only yours.”

A/N: well that was a roller coaster, I thought I’d give you guys a small taste of my smut writing skills. If you want to see more smuts, just send request for them


Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Words: 1,352

A/N: this was fun to write - it’s where soulmates are real, and the possibilities don’t necessarily have to be human

Your tiny fingers clutched the soft blanket, pulling it higher up to your face. Your mother shut the lights off and the door began to shut before you squeaked up-

“Mama, who put the stars in the sky?”

Quietly she flicked on the nightlight, and a soft orange glow filled the room. She moved towards the window and drew back the thin curtain.

“Wow” you whispered, looking up at the million stars. “How did they get there?”

“Well some people say god put them there. Or maybe the angels helped him out” she smiled and tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

“The angels? They helped?” you asked, sitting up in your bed.

“Yes, they did. They scattered the stars across the sky just for you” she said and you giggled.

“How do you know it was more than one angel?”

“Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe there’s a special angel lighting up this world just for” she booped your nose, “you”.

Smiling you threw yourself back onto the pillow and kicked around a bit until you were satisfied with the blankets.


The smell of sharp whiskey and sizzling burgers hit your nose like a welcome home once you swung the bunker door open. Dean was biting into some huge contraption of a sandwich and you walked down the metal staircase before dropping your duffel.

“Hey” he greeted and you nodded, taking and pouring yourself a glass of the honey liquid.

“Tough hunt?” he took another bite.

“Wait ‘till you see Sam” you smirked and he looked up to see his brother walk through the door with a shirt coated in blood.

“It was only one werewolf!” Dean exclaimed, dropping his sandwich.

“Four!” you and Sam shouted at the same time. Dean pursed his lips and took a swig of his drink before continuing his meal.

“Nuh-uh” you said, grabbing it from his hands. “I deserve this” you took a big bite into it and watched the joy leave Dean’s eyes.

“Bitch” he muttered before disappearing into the kitchen. The sound of the stove igniting echoed through the bunker. Quickly you walked to your room and changed into pajamas, waiting for Sam to shower so you could start another movie marathon.

“Oh and Y/N!” Dean’s shouted into the halls.

“What?” you swung your door open and stuck your head out.

“Cas is coming, he has some information about Crowley!”

“Cas as in Castiel?” you shouted back and heard some sort of grunt in reply. You’d never met the angel before. It was either you were on a hunt, in your room, or asleep - you never got to actually meet him.

Hours later your fingers were coated in butter and your eyes stuck to the screen. Dean continuously tossed chips at you until you chucked the remote at him. Sam was fast asleep next to you and finally the credits began to roll.

“Not bad” Dean stretched and yawned.

“I like when-” you were cut off by a strange noise and immediately stood up, punching Sam so he’d wake up.

“What the hell was that?” you asked, peering into the library.

“Calm down, it’s just Cas”

“Cas?” you began, following Dean towards the war room. “He makes that noise whenever he-”

Your eyes couldn’t decide where to land. “Oh” you muttered, “I got it” you said, looking at his wings tucked neatly behind his back.

“What?” Sam asked, walking in behind you.

“You must be Y/N” he reached out a hand awkwardly, something the brothers must have taught him.

“I don’t think you want to shake my hand” you wiggled your fingers, “All butter-y” you said. He let out a soft laugh and his blue eyes locked on yours. You continued to look behind him, at the top of his wings. They were black as night with dark blue shining off the edges.

“Something up with your neck?” Dean scoffed and you rolled your eyes, retreating into the kitchen to wash your hands.

How could the boys not be distracted by the sheer mass of the man? His presence filled the entire room with this incredible comfort you couldn’t put into words. Castiel was practically glowing.


Leaning back in your seat you reached for another glass, trying to focus on what they were discussing.

“What do you think, Y/N?” Sam turned to you and you snapped your attention upwards.

“Uh, yeah. Good idea” you said and they all nodded in agreement. You exhaled and took another sip.

“I need some air” you said, pushing yourself back from the table. Some cool air normally sobered you up.

“Cas, why don’t you go with her?” Dean suggested.

“Alright” he said and walked in front of you. Slowly he took a seat on the bunkers front steps, the stone was cold beneath you.

You looked up at the stars and a laugh bubbled up from your throat.

“What happened?” Castiel asked, his blue eyes shining in the starlight.

“It’s just funny. My mother used to tell me that an angel scattered the stars in the sky just for me. And well, you’re an angel. I never dreamed I’d meet one” you said, and took another look at his wings to assure yourself you weren’t dreaming.

“Your mother was correct” he said and you furrowed your brows. “I scattered them. My brother Michael began the job, but after a few million he said it was enough. But I didn’t think it was bright enough and so I threw them across the galaxies. That way the humans could see in the dark” he said and you stared at him, wide eyed and mesmerized.

“Just for me” you whispered and he smiled.

Crickets sounded in the high grass, and little fireflies began flying in the night sky. You wrapped your arms around yourself and looked at Castiel.

“Your wings must be exhausted from all that work” you commented, inching closer to him.

“What?” he turned to you fast. Castiel squinted his eyes at you and tucked his wings further into his back.

“From scattering the stars? I mean the miles you must’ve flow-”

“No. My wings. You are able to see them?”

“Well, yeah. Can’t Sam and Dean?” you asked and he slowly nodded his head no. He clasped his hands together, then apart, then together.

“I don’t understand” you said quietly, tilting your head.

“Have you ever heard of soulmates?”

“Yes, but-”

“Well my father, your God, designated a soulmate for each human. And in the rare case that a humans soul was pure and beautiful and only inclined towards good, that meant their true soulmate is an angel” he explained, but questions still swirled in your mind.

“You can see my wings,” he continued, “That’s the sign. You are my soulmate, as I am yours” he said. He reached out a hand to you and you clasped it tight. You couldn’t deny the feeling of security swelling up inside you.

“Can I?” you motioned towards his wings and he nodded. You ran your fingers through them, and a moan like sound escaped his lips. Giggling you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I’m that good, huh?”

Castiel laughed and ducked his head down. “They are very sensitive” he said.

You looked up at him and nestled further into his shoulder. A secret the two of you held felt so special you could hardly contain it.

“Are your lips that sensitive too?” you asked and he looked confused, shocked actually.

“I don’t understand”

You smirked and leaned forward, pressing your lips to his. Instinctively he cupped your face in his hand, pulling you in closer with the other. You moved slowly with him, practically feeling your lips swelling up. You ran your hands up through his hair and back down to hold his neck.

He pulled away and stared wonderingly into your eyes. You smiled and pressed your nose to his, every breath felt on the others lips. You reached behind him and ran your fingers gently down the sides of his wings, feeling him exhale deeply while you did. Castiel glanced towards the sky, and you followed his eyes, staring up at the stars you were promised. 

The ones that were lit just for you. 


tri·um·vi·rate [trahy-uhm-ver-it, -vuh-reyt] 

1. Roman History; the office or magistracy of a triumvir.
2. a government of three officers or magistrates functioning jointly.
3. a coalition of three magistrates or rulers for joint administration.
4. any association of three in office or authority.
5. any group or set of three.

Enjolras | Courfeyrac | Combeferre

Constant Interruptions

Pairing: Klaus/Asana

Requested: @thenatlovesyou

Summary: As a doctor, Asana is helping Amelia through her pregnancy and has wanted to bring the topic up with Klaus for some time. Each time she tries to talk about it with him, she is interrupted and eventually they have a fight. Klaus, upset that Asana can easily talk to her friends about important things but is scared when she comes to talk to him. 

Originally posted by paradisefotografias

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anonymous asked:

Alright so what if after the only other two people other than Marinette and Adrien (Rose and Ivan) get akumatized, someone becomes an akuma a g a i n and people are like, wait, what about those two. Or literally everyone else has and they just look at Marinette and Adrien and they're kind of angry and jealous

I’m still waiting for the day everyone in the class has been akumatized, and everyone’s casually talking about it? “Do you guys remember Hawkmoth’s voice?” or like “I have pictures of me as an akuma, it’s awesome” When they all realize the only ones missing are Adrien and Marinette, so they’re like “What makes you two so special?” and both are like “?????? (shrug)” so Adrien and Marinette kinda drift away from the group. 

Adrien strikes up a conversation, though; that they’re very lucky they haven’t been targeted, and they’re both like, laughing awkwardly? Bless. 

The one where you meet his mom and sister (Harry imagine)

‘You ready?’ Harry smiled at you, stopping the car in front of the house of his mom. ‘What if they don’t like me?’ You whispered looking down at your hands. You couldn’t really hide your fear anymore. You had known for a long time that this moment was coming, but you were scared. Scared to act all stupid and say the wrong things, like you normally do. ‘They are going to love you, baby. Don’t worry about it.’ He lifted your chin with his finger, what made you meet his beautiful green eyes. ‘And even if they hate you, what’s not going to happen, I’ll still be here loving every single piece of you. So don’t worry. Calm down. You’re okay. I’m with you!’ And he finished off by pressing a kiss on your forehead. You loved those kisses. Somehow it felt even more romantic and loving than a normal kiss. And it always made you calm down when you were stressed. He stepped out of the car, heading over to your side to open your door. ‘What if your sister thinks I’m stupid?’ You were thinking out loud, and Harry couldn’t hold in a laugh when he closed your door and guided you, with his hand softly on your lower back, to the front door. ‘Just breathe. I’m here.’ He said again, when he pushed the doorbell. Soon after, the door opened and Anne appeared. ‘Hello! I’m so glad you guys could make it… come in! Come in!’ She made room for you to come in. The way she spoke and the way she acted made you much more comfortable in a couple of seconds. She was one of those people who could make you feel welcome from the first moment. She hugged Harry and you immediately understood their close bond. Harry talked about her a lot, but seeing them in person, interact with each other, just made you feel warm inside. When she let Harry go, she came towards you and hugged you too. And under any other circumstances you would feel awkward and not okay with this. But there was something about her that made it almost feel normal. So you hugged her back. ‘You must be Y/N.’ She smiled after she let go. ‘I’ve heard a lot about you. Really nice to meet you!’ She was so lovely and real. ‘I feel just the same way!’ You smiled back. ‘Harry has told me a lot about you and Gemma as well.’ When you pronounced the name of Gemma, her eyes lit up even more. ‘Gemma is dying to meet you! Come further please…’ She said walking first to the living room, what gave you a moment to glance at Harry. He looked fondly towards you and grabbed your hand before you both went further into the house. You wouldn’t want to do this with any other person than him. You instantly noticed the blond girl with the wavy hair. And it surprised you how beautiful she was and how much she looked like Harry. Just like a girl version of him. And she was absolutely stunning. She had the same bright smile as Anne and Harry, what made you feel so blessed with all this. ‘I’m Gemma! You must be Y/N!’ She said while stepping forward and pulling you into a hug.’ Really happy to meet you finally!’ You felt so overwhelmed with the welcoming hearts in this family that words were hard to find. ‘I’m happy to meet you all too!’ You said after she let go. You were together with Harry for about six months and now it seemed like a good timing to meet his family. He was on a break for tour so it really was an ideal moment.

When you all sat down, you were surprised about how easy it was talking to them. Harry first started talking about the tour and how it was going. He was tired. You knew that. He was happy to be a couple of days off. They asked you about what you did and you told them about your education and the things you want to achieve in life. They were listening. Really, actually listening. And you felt that people who took the time to really listen, were hard to find these days. But they did. Just like Harry did with you. The fact that you felt so accepted and part of the family, made when Gemma went upstairs with Harry to show him something, you didn’t even felt scared one bit to be alone with Anne. ‘So how is it?’ She asked when her two children were out of the room. ‘How do you cope with being in a relationship with Harry? I bet it’s not easy…’ She sincerely looked a bit worried and concerned about how you felt about all this. ‘It’s not easy, no. But he’s worth it. Every single negative thing about it. He’s worth it.’ You said confidently. ‘And I know it’s even harder for him… I’m only his girlfriend. He’s Harry Styles himself. It’s hard sometimes, seeing him deal with all the pressure.’ She nodded agreeing. ‘I’m glad he has you… I feel like, from the moment you where in the picture, he settled himself a bit more.’ She tried to find the good words to express what she meant to say. ‘He’s always been grounded. But I could see him longing for something more than just fame. He needed someone else to do it with him, other than the boys. Someone normal I think… Not really bothered with fame. And he found that with you.’ Her words were so sincere and well over thought, it really got to you. ‘I’m trying to be there to somewhat hold him together. He seems so strong and careless to the outside world, even to me most of the time.’ You said softly. You had the feeling you could tell Anne everything, she had that kind of effect on you. ‘But he needs people to hold him together. And he finds that with you and Gemma. Just by one call. I feel so happy for him that he has you. I even feel happy for myself, because I wouldn’t know how he would cope without such a strong family behind him.’ It was completely not your intention to make Anne cry but you saw tears forming into her eyes and it gave you a glimpse about how worried she had been about her son for the past four years, and you felt for her. ‘He finds it with you too, y/n. The way he talks about you. The way he looks at you. There are no words for it. I’ve never seen him like that with any other girl. Even on paparazzi photos. And I’m sorry here,’ She gave you a guilty smile through her tears. ‘But I buy the magazines just to see how his life is. I don’t really read what they are saying because I know it’s rubbish. But I do look at the pictures of you and him. The way he holds you. But also the way you support him. You depend on each other and you know that the other one is there for you. And that makes what you two have so, so special.’ She rubbed her tears away quickly when you heard Harry and Gemma come down the stairs. Just before they entered the room, Anne laid her hand down on your knee, looking you straight into your eyes. ‘I feel so happy to welcome you into the family today, Y/N.’ She whispered. You couldn’t respond anymore but you gave her a sincere, thankful smile.

The rest of the night was perfect. You laughed so hard about stories of Harry and Gemma when they were little. At one point you joined Gemma to her room, because she really wanted to see if you fit into her clothes, so you could share. She was lovely and just as sweet as Anne. She was so funny as well. Just like Harry.

When the night was over and when you sat in the car next to Harry after leaving the house, he looked at you with so much love. ‘You were perfect. Absolutely perfect. They loved you!’ He smiled. He was so happy. And although he assured you earlier that it was going to be fine, he still seemed relieved. He pulled you into a hug and held you tightly. ‘I love you so much…’ He whispered into your hair. ‘You have no idea… really no clue at all.’ But you felt like you had a clue. You knew how much he loved you. And you loved him back even more. 

NOTE: It’s already 10 PM here in my country. I failed miserably when it comes to posting what I promised yesterday. My day completely changed and I only had time to write after 8 PM. So I’m so sorry for the delay. I hope you somewhat like this imagine. I’m going to start with the next chapter of Haz and Mel now and I’m going to post it before I go to sleep! FOR SURE! Thank you for being patient.

You And Me by The Plain White T's - 5sos Preferences

Sorry it sucks, I wrote this one quickly.

Luke: You and me, we like the same kind of music
That’s why we, make a good you and me

You and Luke were just hanging out, he was sitting and playing on his phone and you were lying down with your feet resting on his thighs while his iPod was on the dock. The music that flowed though the room was a variety of All Time Low, Green Day, Simple Plan, but also some classic rock mixed in. You were bobbing your head along to the beat to the song while Luke was bouncing his leg.

“Hey babe?” He asked suddenly. You tore your eyes from your phone and looked at him, nodding for him to continue. “You know how Blink is coming to town?”

“Yeah.” You dragged on, trying to figure out what he was getting at.

“Well, I talked to Gaskarth and told him how much we both love Blink, so he’s talked to Mark Hoppus and now we’re going to be able to see them side stage.” He explained, talking so fast that you barely understood, but somehow you had and your face lit up, unable to contain your own excitement.

“Oh my god! Are you serious?” You squealed, sitting up straight. Luke laughed and nodded. “We’re going to meet them?”

“Yup.” He said, popping the ‘p’.

“I can’t believe it! Thank you so, so much, Luke!” You exclaim, moving your position and jumping into his lap, landing with an ‘oof’. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him sweetly.

“You’re welcome.” He breathed, kissing you again.

“I like that you love the same music I do.” You say when you pull away. Luke’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I think that’s what makes us an us.”

Luke chuckled and pecked your nose. “I think so too. And also because I love you, oh so very much.”

“I love you too.” You smiled, cuddling him and relaxing into his body as your ears filled with the music that had brought you two closer together.

Cal: You know what I’m going to say before my mouth even makes a sound
And that’s why we make a good you and me

“(Y/N)!” Calum yelled from the other side of the tour bus. You had decided to visit him on tour and both of you were so happy to finally be together again, even though it was only for a week.

“I’m bringing them to you, babe.” You called back to him, referring to the cookies you knew he was about to ask for. You grabbed your water and the cookies before walking towards the back lounge.

“Thank you.” He screamed back. You rolled your eyes at your lazy boyfriend. As you walked back you overheard the boys talking and you couldn’t help but listen in.

“How did she know what you wanted? You didn’t even say you wanted the cookies, but it’s like she already knew.” You heard Michael whisper-shout, you stifled a laugh as the other boys agreed with what Michael had said.

Calum shrugged. “I don’t know, she just gets me I guess. It actually happens quite often, like, I can guess what she wants sometimes too, it’s weird, but I love it and I love her.”

“Aww.” Ashton coos, most likely pinching Calum’s cheek.

“Shut up.” Cal muttered. You decided it was a good time to step in, you handed Calum his cookies and sat in the space next to him. He kissed your temple and took a bite of his cookie. “Thanks babe.”

You nodded looking at the cookie in his hand, not a second later he handed the rest of the cookie to you and smiled.

“You guys are so fucking weird.” Luke comments, turning his gaze back to the tv screen. Calum shrugged and gives you peck on the cheek as you both watched the boys play their game.

Michael: You and me, we couldn’t stand being normal
That’s why we, make a good you and me

“You guys are so stupid.” Calum comments as Michael adds the finishing touches to your face paint.

“You’re just jealous cause I didn’t ask you to do this with me.” Michael defends, sticking his tongue out at him. Calum lets out a sarcastic laugh before walking away.

“Ready?” You ask. You and Michael were about to walk down the street with your faces painted weird and fake buckteeth you had paid fifty cents for.

“Hell yes! Let’s go!” He exclaims, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the bus. After scaring a bunch of people you two sat on an empty pier staring out into the water, talking about anything and everything. You laughed at a joke he had said and kissed him in the cheek.

“I really love you, you know that?” He asked, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I really love you too, Mike.” You smile as he leaned in to kiss you. His blue lips mixed with your yellow ones and when you pulled away your notice his were now green, laughing as you assumed yours were green as well. That’s when you realize, you and Michael were anything but normal and that’s okay, because that’s what makes you two perfect for each other, that is what makes you two so special.

Ash: We both laugh, at the most random situations
That’s the key, baby don’t you agree?

“It’s bullshit!” Ashton argued.

“This relationship is bullshit! All we ever do is fight! I can’t take any more of this, Ashton!” You cry.

“I’m trying my fucking best!” He yells, roughly running his hands through his hair.

“Well, try harder.” You say stubbornly, crossing your arms across your chest as you stared at Ashton. It was so quiet and neither of you dared to open your mouth to talk. Just then one of the glass cups you had placed at the edge of the coffee table fell off and shattered into the floor, causing both you and Ashton to jump in surprise. Both of you stared at the broke cup and then to each other blinking twice before breaking into a laugh. Laughing at each other’s reactions. Ashton finally took initiative to walk over to you, careful of the glass shards, and wrapped you into a tight embrace.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be a better boyfriend, I swear.” He says as his head rests on top of yours.

“It’s not all your fault. I’m sorry too.” You say, pulling away slightly to look up at him. “I love you Ash.”

Leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “I love you too, so fucking much.”