#malumoans

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malumoans is so sweet and she's funny I had a conversation with her when I was really depressed and she made me few so much better (I hope she's okay tho)

aww this is so heartwarming to hear!!! @malumoans

/send me urls of ppl u adore/

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I hate Luke because he's so cocky and hot with really good eyebrows and nice hair and nice lips and a REALLY straight nose and like he looks good and he knows it but at the same time he's shy and giggly and lanky and really adorable with these nice bright eyes and this nice personality like it's impossible not to love him and hate him at the same time....

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Boyfriends ❤️

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Great feature, greater smile

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Dis my six selfie challenge

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Signs as "Love Me" lyrics

Aries: You look famous let’s be friends

Taurus: You’re reading ‘bout yourself on a plane, fame, what a shame!

Gemini: Be the man who gets 'em up on their feet!

Cancer: You’ve got a beautiful face but nothing to say

Leo: Oh well, just keep looking, looking, looking, looking…OW!

Virgo: I’m just with my friends online and there’s things we’d like to change!

Libra: Hey, would you like to look outside sometimes? No!

Scorpio: A bag of bash for passion

Sagittarius: Caught up in fashion, Karcrashian

Capricorn: We’ve just come to represent a decline in the standards of what we accept!

Aquarius: Yeah!? Yeah!? Yeah!?…No.

Pisces:Love me! If that’s what you wanna do

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#192: They work for your parents

Ashton:

You stare at your car as someone works underneath it, trying to fix what you had messed up. “Derek, where’s my dad?” You growl and someone slides from underneath the car, a small and nervous smile on his face.

“Derek’s off today. I’m Ashton, your dad just hired me.” Derek was definitely eye candy, but so was this boy with golden curls atop of his head and hazel eyes.

“I’m Y/N,” you smirk. “That’s my car.”

“I know, and I’m almost finished,” he’ll stand and wipe his grease stained hands on a rag before approaching you. He’ll hold out a friendly but still messy hand, “I didn’t think you’d be this beautiful in person, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” You take his hand in yours and give a firm grip

“Nice to meet you too, thanks for fixing my car.”

Calum:

You watch as Calum wipes down the counter and cleans the glass cases of the bakery display. You sit in the corner and pull your homework out of your backpack, watching him silently before your mother comes over with a smile that reaches her eyes.

“Hey Sweetie, are you going to do any work today or are you just going to do homework?”

“Just homework mom, class is intense,” you’ll catch Calum’s gaze after she nods and pats your shoulder, leaving you be like usual. Calum will walk over and hand you your favorite pastry creation of your mother’s.

“You look like you had a long day,” he’ll smirk. “That’s math, right? I’ve seen you struggle with it in class. So if you need any help, I’m out of here at closing time and I can always stop over.” You’ll feel your cheeks heat up, knowing that a college classmate of yours is now working for your mother, but you feel it’s good because now you have the time to actually make a friend.

You smile and nod your head, “Thanks Calum, I appreciate it.”

Luke:

Luke in an apron with a notepad sticking out of his pocket was not something you’d ever thought you’d see. But it wasn’t something you thought you’d enjoy as much as you did. Working with him, for your parents was pretty fun to say the least, because when your dad would take his lunch or go out for something he needed, you two would run most of everything.

“So, queen of the diner, do you want a milkshake?” Luke would follow you around to the back of the counter as you cash someone out. When you finish, you turn to face him.

“Luke, we’re working.”

“And it’s slow right now? So I’d like to make my girlfriend a milkshake.” You’ll nearly choke at his words, laughing and gently elbowing him in the stomach.

“We’re not dating, Luke.”

“Soon enough,” he’d turn away. “But I’m still getting us milkshakes.”

Michael:

You’d peer out your window at the boy standing on a latter, carefully painting the side of your house. Your dad had wanted to fix the color of your house, completely change it from yellow to white and he gathered up a couple of boys on the football team at your school to do it. Michael steps down one and glances over at you with a small smirk.

“Hey, Y/N. How goes it?”

“It goes good,” you lean on the window seal. “Would you like to come inside for something to drink?”

“I don’t think I’m allowed to take a break princess,” he’ll smirk over at you but you’ll roll your eyes playfully.

“It’s my dad, and if I think you need something to drink then you should come inside. So, get in here and have a drink with me. Please?”

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#191: Seeing You Cry

Ashton: When the words, "What's wrong?" come out of his mouth, time falls to a stand still. You'd look away from him and shrug, because you never talked about your feelings with him. But he'd move closer and wrap his arms around your waist, and rest his forehead on yours and beg for you to tell him about the pain you've been hiding. And it'll slip, quickly, you'll talk to him about everything and close your eyes tightly when you feel the tears. And his thumb will wipe away every single one of them and he'll remind you that it's okay to cry, you're still beautiful as hell to him and he'll find a way to make everything better. Calum: As soon as your eyes well up with tears and your jaw is clenched to hold back any sobs that may slip from your throat, his arms are wrapped around you tightly to prevent you from any harm. He'll run his fingers through your messy hair and kiss your head, constantly whispering, "I'm so sorry," to whatever has caused you pain. He'll hold you for as long as you need, even after the sniffles have stopped and you can no longer cry, he won't let go because he never wants to see his princess cry. Luke: As much as you hid your water works away from Luke, the night you begged him to stay was when it finally happened. You'd try to keep your emotional worries composed, and talk smoothly but your heart race will quicken and your lips will tremble because you've held it inside for so long. He'll furrow his eyebrows and under the dim light on your bed stand, he'll see your eyes are glossy and wet. It's something that'll strike him right in the heart and he'd pull you closer, kissing away the tears and saying nothing; just being there to make you feel better. Michael: You'll lay your head on his chest as the two of you sit on the sofa, every single stressor in your life finally beating in on you, where no distractions could help the problem. Michael was your best friend and would listen to you every single time there was something wrong, but you never cried, just finished your sentences with, "It's alright though." But he never believed it and he was always by your side if you needed something, and this time, your voice will falter as his warm hand runs up and down your arm. His eyes will flick down to see you searching for any item to distract yourself but the tears fall anyways, and it hurts him. It hurts him so bad that he wants to cry himself, but he holds it back for you and plays with your hair. He'll murmur good things to you and tell you how he's never leaving, making you feel good and being the bestest friend he could ever be.