hi! can i have a ship please?(: i followed your personal tumblr and i really like #2 and #7, it'll look really nice(: thank youuu babe!(:
thank youu!!
ship; ashton / calum / luke / michael
best friend; ashton / calum / luke / michael
like a brother; ashton / calum / luke / michael
drinking buddy; ashton / calum / luke / michael
ships you two the most; ashton / calum / luke / michael
cheesy pick up line bc who doesnt luv those; are you a magician? because whenever i look at you everyone else disappears
how you met; ashton dares calum to hit on you
why i ship you with calum: you guy would a) look rlly cute together like in terms of appearance b) height diFFeRENce!!!!! + i’m super into like astrology and compatibility based off of signs so you’re a taurus (i saw on your personal blog) and he’s an aquarius. those two signs are known to be opposites which makes for an endlessly simulating relationship kinda love/hate relationship?
short (like really short) blurb about the first time you meet; you hate your job. you hate your job with every fiber of your being. you hate the stupid waitress uniforms, consisting of a tight dress, that you always have to wear and the uncomfortable shoes that don’t go well with walking around so much. you hate the rude customers who never tip and the other immature ones who can’t help but slap your ass or yell demeaning things at you. occasionally there were the attractive, and nice guys who would walk into the restaurant, but that was once every blue moon.
today, it’s just you and samantha, a girl you’d gotten to know quite well through your shared hatred for the job, and the restaurant was fairly slow. there’s a steady amount of customers that stream in and out of the place, but for the most part you stay stationary at the counter humming songs in a bored tone.
at noon, a group of four guys come bounding in through the door, pushing and shoving through the double doors (even to the point where the dark haired boy jumps literally OVER the light haired one). samantha’s already at another table taking orders, which leaves you to take care of the boys. with a sigh, you pick up four menus and your order pad, and adjust your revealing dress (which doesn’t help. if you pull it down, your boobs are bursting out and if you pull it up, your ass is hanging out). “hi, my name’s makayla! i’ll be your waitress today. do you know what you’d like to drink today?”
the first guy with curly, brown hair speaks up, “um, i think i’ll just have a water,” and the other three echo him. you turn around from the table, slightly tugging at the dress, and hear the boys snicker lightly before cutting off after one of the four whisper-yells to stop.
when you return to the table with their waters, three of them are holding in their laughter while the dark black/brown haired boy has a blush over his cheeks. the curly-haired one elbows him lightly as the blonde and white-blonde one snicker. “a-are you a, um, are you a magician? b-because whenever i look at you everyone else disappears.” he finally stutters out, causing the entire table to burst out in laughter. you roll your eyes and hand out their drinks with light laughter. boys will be boys.
the rest of the lunch went rather uneventfully. you took out their meals without a problem and they said their pleases and thank you’s, but the dark haired boy (calum, you learn his name is) avoided eye contact for the rest of their time there. soon enough, time comes to bring out their checks and you’re bidding them a farewell, accepting the generous tips. you can hear three of them make their way outside and you hear calum claim he needs to go to the bathroom and that he’ll be outside soon. “i, um... hi, i’m calum.” he says quietly, surprising you. you hadn’t heard him approach the table as you cleared it off. “i just wanted to apologize... y’know for that shitty pick up line. ashton made me do it.” you laugh and assure him that you knew it was harmless, but he looks genuinely apologetic as he continues to apologize. “i mean, i meant it,” he adds sheepishly. “god, that was cheesy, sorry-” a honk from the car waiting outside interrupts him. “sorry, i gotta...”
“it’s okay. i’ll talk to you soon, yeah?”
“how do you know?”
“calum, somehow i have the feeling that you’ve written your phone number on the napkin.”
like 3 song playlist thing;
happy songs playlist
vinyl pinups - gold rays
young rising sons - high
bruno mars - the lazy song
who is the cuddliest; him
who sings the loudest in the car; you
who is more romantic; you
who made the first move; him
who cooks more (when he’s home); him
who posts more pictures of your relationship; you
who falls asleep first when watching a movie; him
who is the lil spoon; you
who brings up kids/family first; you
who says i love you first; him
(BTW OMG WE’RE LITERALLY THE SAME HEIGHT IM ASIAN (CHINESE) AND A TAURUS TOO WTF)
want a ship?
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