boys, bands, and boys in bands

AU: You and Justin have been best friends since you were both 4 years old. At 15 you go off to college (since you’re very smart) and you both promise to keep in touch. As time goes by you guys stop keeping in touch and aren’t as close. Several years later you and your friend go to one of his concerts and when Justin sees you in the audience his face immediately lights up. After the concert you meet him backstage and despite you thinking he didn’t miss you he actually missed you a lot. 

Thank You DC!!! #Foo4thRFK

Me!! (via super-pizza-irwin-is-here)

AU: Michael Clifford as a youtuber

so please stop making lives harder for those around you. you never know what they’re going through (via bangme-ash)

5SOS AU: Michael’s a ghost whose hair changes colour to reflect his emotions.(picture credit x)

"Are you ever going to explain to me what the deal is with your hair? I mean, why does it change colour all the time?" You asked one afternoon while you and Michael were sitting in your room.

"I thought I already told you about that?" Michael responded, swinging around on your desk chair so that he could face you.

Instead of replying you just shook your head and continued to pick at the loose threads on your jumper.

"Basically, when I was alive I used to dye my hair a lot." Michael started, laughing to himself. "My hair had been virtually every colour of the rainbow, I’m not even kidding. Anyway, so when I died it was pink - "

"Pink?" You asked, cutting him off. You cocked your head to the side and tried to imagine it but you just couldn’t see it.

"Yes, my hair was pink. Moving on, when I first figured out that I was a ghost my hair was pink and I just thought to myself ‘god dammit, I’m going to have pink hair forever’ but that didn’t exactly happen.

"My hair started to change colour randomly and I had pretty much no idea what was going on, until one day I got angry and it went bright red. From then on I started paying more attention to it and I figured out that it changes colour with my emotions."

Thinking about it now, that actually made a lot of sense and you couldn’t figure out why you hadn’t picked up on it sooner.

"So, it goes red when you’re angry; what about other colours?" You asked.

Michael was usually pretty reserved about his feelings, which meant that him telling you this was a pretty big deal. Now you’d be able to tell what he was feeling all the time and neither of you were really sure how you felt about that.

"Well when it’s dark blue it means that I’m really upset or just pretty emotional. Like I said, it’s bright red when I’m angry, but the angrier I get the darker it gets so if it’s ever black that’s probably really bad. As far as I know the blonde is pretty neutral, sort of like when I don’t know how I’m feeling. Then it’s green when I get jealous." He shrugged only listing off about a third of the colours you’d seen his hair change to.

"I’ve never seen it go green." You mentioned, looking up just in time to see him looking away.

That’s because it’s only ever that colour when you’re out with some other guy, Michael thought to himself.

"What about the purple? And the light blue?" It wasn’t like his hair was either of those colours a lot of the time, but you had seen them on occasion and you were curious.

Michael scrunched his face up for a second, trying to figure out if he wanted to answer. “I’m not really sure about those two, to be honest. I think the purple means I’m hungry or horny, but I’m dead so I don’t really understand how I can be either of those things. As for the light blue I think it’s more for when I’m feeling nostalgic, y’know?”

He shrugged and started spinning around on the chair again. You studied him for a few moments, because you could tell he was anxious about something but you couldn’t put your finger on what it was.

"Did you ever figure out what the pink meant?" He stopped spinning almost instantly, and you watched as his hair turned bright pink.

"There’s two types of pink, and they both mean different things." He mumbled. "The bright pink means I’m embarrassed, but the light pink means something else."

You could tell that he didn’t really want to talk about it, so for the moment you let it slide. A few minutes passed before you figured out that you hadn’t asked the most important question.

"Most of the time when I see you you’re hair’s been white, what does that mean?" Michael’s hair which had been beginning to fade became bright pink once again.

"It - uh, I think it means that I’m happy." He said, tripping over his words. "Like I’m content, I guess."

You nodded your head, mulling that over for a few seconds. 

"Okay, so I kinda got the feeling that you didn’t really want to talk about it before, but I’ve got to ask." You waited until he looked up at you and then you made sure that both of you maintained eye contact. "Lately you’re hair’s been mostly white, but there’s a pale pink tinge to it. So, what does the light pink mean?"

Michael began fidgeting. He looked down at his hands where he was twisting his fingers in his lap before he sighed and ran a hand down his face.

When he finally looked at you again he actually looked a little bit scared and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out why.

"I think the light pink means I’m in love." He said, his words coming out so fast that you barely caught them all.

A confused expression took over your face and for a few moments you couldn’t form a sentence. “Does that mean -“

"Yes." Michael cut you off. "It means that I think I’m falling in love with you."

With that said he disappeared, leaving you alone in your room to try and figure out exactly what had just happened.