i don't have words to explain how beautiful he looks so i won't try

Found this in my drafts**:

*clears throat* May I present the idea:
~✨Ella Enchanted au✨~

  • •Laurent is from a very well-to-do kingdom
  • •Auguste died (idc how)
  • •Akielos took a bunch of land after that
  • •When Laurent was born his aunt Vannes gave him the “gift” of obedience
  • •When Laurent lost his family he was left to live with his Uncle and his uncle’s men (man? Idk how to fit the evil step-sisters in so like twin Govarts??? LOL)
  • •His uncle tells him that he isn’t allowed to protect/hang out with Nicaise

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Richard Siken Quote Starters
  • I woke up in the morning and I didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway.
  • I say I want you inside me and you hold my head underwater. I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.
  • Vanity makes you say things like "I deserved a better life than this."
  • I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.
  • Your world doesn't make sense.
  • Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure. I'm sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.
  • A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
  • I've been in your body and it was a carnival ride.
  • Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.
  • Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly, flames everywhere.
  • You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.
  • Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you?
  • To them he is a mirror, but to you he is a room.
  • You want a better story. Who wouldn't?
  • Let's admit, without apology, what we do to each other.
  • If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand.
  • He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.
  • I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good.
  • Fairy tales have rules. You are a princess or you aren't.
  • You wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things. You wanted to be in love and he happened to get in the way.
  • We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven.
  • If this isn't a kingdom then I don't know what is.
  • Your body told me in a dream it's never been afraid of anything.
  • You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.
  • Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
  • Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.
  • I'm sorry I came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined.
  • Everyone could see the way his muscles worked, the way we look like animals, his skin barely keeping him inside.
  • I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings and you say "I'll give you anything" but you never come through.
  • Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you. Quit milling around the yard and come inside.
  • You wanted happiness, I can't blame you for that.
  • I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.
  • Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.
  • I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.
  • He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him. Green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool. You could drown in those eyes, I said.
  • Damn if there isn't anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.
  • The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of time.
  • You play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.
  • You're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist.
  • Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.
  • I wouldn't kill your pony. I'd like to believe it, anyway.
  • Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where everyone has their back against the wall, where everyone is in pain and acting selfishly because if they don't, they'll die.
  • You're a train and I'm a train station and when I try to guess your trajectory I end up telling my own story.
  • The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I'm alive.
  • I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future.
  • I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
  • Imagine a story, not of good against evil, but of need against need against need, where everyone is at cross-purposes and everyone is to blame.
  • You looked at me long enough to see something mysterious under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks.
  • In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.
  • You just wanted to prove there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not found that place yet.
  • This is not harmless. You are not breathing.
  • Lesson number one -- be sneaky and have a plan.
  • I know history. There are many names in history but none of them are ours.
  • You know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn't do, because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.
  • Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
  • Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.
  • When someone is trying to ditch you, kill you, never go back.
  • All wars are the same war.
  • We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
  • I'm not suggesting the world is good, that life is easy, or that any of us are entitled to better.
  • I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
  • Okay, so I'm the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero.
  • Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It's like a religion. It's terrifying.
  • You take her out into the rain and you fall in love with her and she leaves you and you're desolate.
  • Sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.
  • Someone is digging your grave right now.
  • There's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly.
  • Your co-workers ask if everything's okay and you tell them you're just tired.
  • Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.
  • At this point in the story so many things have gone wrong, so many bad decisions made, that it's a wonder anyone would want to continue reading.
  • Eventually something you love is going to be taken away.
  • I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it.
  • Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more.
  • I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.
  • I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again.
as promised: the fetishism callout post!

let me just begin by saying there's nothing wrong with finding any of the cast members attractive. this is an EXTREMELY attractive cast. everyone is so FINE I bet even the folks backstage who we don't see are gorgeous. Its okay to be sexually attracted to them too! We've all made posts professing our love to the cast, which is perfectly fine!! Right now you're looking at Leslie Odom Jr's fiancé! we good!!

but ya see there's a big difference between "anthony ramos is my sweet freckled child <333" and "I want anthony to shove his #thicc cock inside of me and ten other cast members at the same time but also freckles uwu"

You see the difference right?? Right??????

I don't have anything against writing smut about the characters (who, yes, are technically real people but they've been dead for literal centuries ok. Let it go) but it just gets weird REEAAAAL fast when u say the same thing about musical!John Laurens and the real live human being Anthony Ramos. It gets even weirder when u talk about the cast members in this way in relations to each other??? Shipping real people in a serious, unironic way is just a lil :/// to me (I say "serious, unironic way" bc I do write rpf with my friend but its a Huge Joke™ and nonsexual and come on I don't actually ship sandra bullock and steve harvey together ok). I mean Anthony is quite frankly dating Jasmine Cephas Jones.....it's a legitimate fact. There are pictures. It's on Wikipedia. They're in LOVE and its PRECIOUS and they're gonna get MARRIED eventually so why tf r yall writing about him bottoming for Lin????????

And Lin!!! He has a beautiful WIFE AND SON. You can speculate about his sexuality, NOT PUBLICLY BC HE SEES THINGS, but that's fine if u honestly must??? (although he tweeted that he was straight once during his "grease live" livetweeting so......like......). U can talk about how cute he and jonathan groff are! But y'all don't stop there do u? Bc one second ur talkin about them being cute and then a sentence later it's all "and then he SUCKED his BIG FAT DICK clean off!!!!!! He was dickless!!!! While wearing their costumes!!!!!!!!!! He choked on the full decapitated dick!!!!!"

That shit ain't cute.

So, now that u finally realize that (hopefully), we can get to the real nitty mcfreaking gritty. this part is primarily for white fans but it technically applies to anyone who is not specifically latinx and/or black jsyk:

So even before the whole "baby girl" thing started, I saw quite a few of y'all calling Anthony and Lin "papi" which like.....why should I even have to tell you why this is wrong. If you're not latinx, DON'T USE THE WORD "PAPI", especially since most of y'all are using it in a sexual context. You went ahead and took an innocent word, and turned it into a way to sexualize your faves who just so happen to be latinx. It just ain't right, and its also?? weird??? Let me put it this way, I'm black but not jewish so thatd be like me calling daveed "bubbe". Or something. Either way see how that'd be gross and offensive? You're taking a part of them, a huge part of them, their culture, and turning it into something exotic and sexual. That, my friends, is fetishism.

Another good example of this is the whole "baby girl/boy" n "papa" thing. Y'all rly went ahead and took an cute nickname and rolled RIGHT with it lmao. @alexandralexander explained it beautifully in this post, but basically "papa" (and "mama") is a cute lil way of older folks to regard ppl who are younger than them. It's a caribbean thing, aka something yall just won't get. Idk what the whiter equivalent would be, idk like ur grandad calling u "big guy" or something??? Who knows. Just kno that its NOT SEXUAL IN ANYWAY LIKE WTF WHY DID Y'ALL MAKE THAT A DADDY KINK THING. WHY CAN NOTHING BE SACRED WITH YOU GUYS. Best believe when my grandparents call my brother "papa" they mean it in an endearing way. And that's how Lin meant it? I don't see how it could have been construed any other way??

As for the baby girl/boy thing, in all the times I've been called/heard someone else call someone baby girl, it was NOT sexual. It can be used that way, but it was n o t in this context. Again, its a cultural thing i guess. And with "baby boy", yall do remember that anthony plays lin's son in this show right. okay, just checking.

But forreal. what is wrong wit u guys. I told myself I wasn't gonna kinkshame nobody but its Time, it rly and truly is Time.

One last point I want to make (as if this isn't long enough already) is the language with which u talk about the cast too. This was said rly well in several posts especially this one that uses that tags ppl tend to use, but i’m gonna elaborate on it a little. I just want to know right now why Anthony (or our lighter skinned and SURE AS HELL THE WHITE cast members) is "sweet precious sunflower child cinnamon biscuit roll wheatgrass turkish delight with sprinkles or some other corny shit <333" while daveed is AUTOMATICALLY "raw me zaddy" THE FUCK??? Why we gotta go STRAAIGGHTT to zaddy-basis with daveed??? Why do I see y'all talking about his dick size???? Y'all dont do that from the get-go for the lighter skinned members (which is sad bc daveed is already a certified Lightskint™ so that's rly saying something)?? Why can't black actors (and characters) ever be seen as "sweet turnip bumblebees (???)" instead of either being put on an inhuman pedestal where it's "STEP ON ME BAD BITCH QUEEN" or sexualized with some "CHOKE ME YOU COCKSLUT" ???? Ask yourselves why y'all do that. I'll wait. 
And y'all don't even TALK about oak (as a quick sidenote okieriete is not that hard of a name to pronounce y'all just don't care to try. It sounds exactly like its spelled) but tbh I don't rly want u to bc you'd just sexualize him as well. Plus that means more for me cause I'm engaged to him too :) remember to save the date!!
This was all over the place and idk if I even said what I was trying to say but whatever. I guess what I'm trying to say is (and this is to white fans) you're stanning a thing full of people of color. im assuming that this is probably the first thing that youve been rly into that has included exclusively people of color. Please just be mindful of the way you talk about them. There's a history of you exotifying and sexualizing poc to the point that historically, people have been killed for??? There's a history behind y'all calling latinx folks "papi" and automatically assuming black folks got a big dick ok lmao. At the end of the day, the way you talk about them shows that you don't rly respect them as much as you claim to do??? Idk I wish I had made notes about this bc it sounded waaaaaaayyy better in my head but! Whatever it's still lit. s/o to @aaronsburrr for assistance! 
It's a Twin Thing : Harry Styles

Rose is a High School student in her senior year. She’s head cheerleader, has good grades, and the hottest boyfriend, the school’s badboy, Harry Styles. But when Harry finds out his nerdy twin brother Marcel fancies Rose, what will Harry do to help out his brother?

‘Babe, I can’t come over tonight. I have lots of studying to do, and you should have too.’ Rose was adamant she wasn’t going to Harry’s, but she knew he would wear her down. She did her best not to cave, but she could already feel herself slipping. 

'But my mom and dad are outta town babe, I have the whole house to myself. Well Marcel will be there, but you know what he’ll be doing.’ Harry knew exactly what he’d be doing, getting laid. Tonight was the night that his brother would finally become a man. No more of this dorky, virgin shit. He would finally be on par with Harry. Girls would chuck themselves at him. They already did, because he was a good looking guy, but he always pushed them away. 'So what do you say? I’ll make it worth your while.’ He sucked at her neck, knowing it would wear her down.

'Uh okay then, but if I fail any of my exams, you will work hard to keep me in the lap of luxury for the rest of my life.’ She blew him a kiss over her shoulder as she walked away.

-

Harry and Marcel were identical twins. If they dressed the same and had the exact same hair, you wouldn’t be able to tell them apart. But Harry was very stylish, ripped skinny jeans, leather jackets, and vest tops or band tees were his style. Marcel on the other hand was a sweater vest, long sleeved shirt kinda guy.

'So is Rose coming tonight then?’ Marcel asked. He was totally in love with her. She was beautiful, and really nice to him. And not just because he was Harry’s brother. She had a real warmth about her, and she always smelt really good. Harry drove his truck back to their house, not taking his eyes off the road once.

'Yeah she will be. Don’t worry Mar, it won’t be awkward, you just do your thing. You’re getting laid kid, at least look happy about it.’ He pulled into the drive and parked up his truck. He climbed out and went into the house, setting his coat on the rack and kicking off his shoes. 'Wanna order takeout? I’m starving, and you’re gonna need your energy’ Harry chuckled.

Marcel shut the door behind him, hanging up his jacket, and placing his and Harry’s shoes into the closet. He then took out his phone, scrolling the various numbers for takeaways. ‘What are you wanting? Indian, Chinese, pizza? I have loads of numbers..’

'Let’s do pizza, don’t want gas or anything. I’ll order it, you go and get ready. You know what you’re wearing right? I’ve hung it all in one end of my closet. Now go and scrub yourself, and no slicking your hair back. And remember, put in your contacts, you can’t wear your glasses. Now go.’

-

Rose arrived at Harry’s. She’d received the text to just go straight in and up to his room. He really better make this worth while, she was missing valuable studying time. She walked into the house, and immediately heard Marcel in the front room. He was always watching TV when she came over, making himself scarce, and out of the way so he wouldn’t hear anything. ‘Hey Marcel!’ she called out. She was greeted with a grunt. Odd. He usually came out to see if she needed anything, or just to chat to her. Maybe he was just nervous about his big night? She put her bag down and took off her shoes, leaving them by the stairs and climbing the stairs to his room.

Harry was coming out of the toilet and making his way back to his room when he saw her. For some reason he just stood there, and didn’t say a word. She looked at him, not really knowing what to do. Was there something on her face? All of a sudden, he raced to her, kissing her deeply. He’d just brushed his teeth, and his minty breath invaded her mouth. It was a nice experience, and she knew that this would be a good night. 

She stepped back and opened up her long jacket, revealing a sexy lacy red bra, panties and stocking set. ‘I put on your favorite underwear, and I decided to save time and leave the rest of my clothes at home’ she said, turning, dropping her coat and walking into Harry’s room. He followed her and watched her set herself down on the bed. She laid back and propped herself up against the pillows. Running her hands down her body she looked at him and said ‘Do you want to watch me touch myself baby?’

He was panting, and he ran his hands through his hair. He nodded and climbed onto the bed, setting himself back on his heels. She ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing and pulling the cups down to reveal two perfectly round breasts. She pinched at her hardening nipples, soft moans tumbling from her mouth. She moved her right hand down to her panties, and pulled them aside, showing him her glistening core. He couldn’t help but gawp at how wet she was. She ran two slender fingers up and down her slit a couple of times, before pushing them into her pussy. Her mouth formed a perfect little ‘o’ as she pumped her fingers in and out.

He suddenly couldn’t take any more. He moved closer, taking her hand away from her pussy, and sliding the two soaked fingers into his mouth. She tasted so sweet, she was the best thing he had ever put into his mouth. Needing to taste more of her, he dipped his head between her legs and started to lick at her clit. Soft sharp little licks, before attaching his lips to her clit and sucking. He slid two fingers in and started to pump ever so slowly. He was trying to find his rhythm, picking up the pace and seeing how she reacted. She watched him and moved her hands to his curls, tugging at them, making him moan into her. He carried on his attack, looking her directly in the eyes, picking up his pace, which made her arch her back and throw her head back onto the pillow. All of a sudden, she felt the bed dip beside her, but she was feeling too much pleasure to see what it was.

'He’s got a good mouth for a virgin, hasn’t he babygirl?’ grinned Harry who was sat beside her. Her eyes shot open as Harry leant in to kiss her, and caress her breasts. She pulled away from the kiss, looking at the man between her legs. She soon realized that it was in fact Marcel between her legs, and not her boyfriend Harry. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed the lack of tattoos. But he felt so good, she didn’t want him to stop. She looked at Harry, confused. 'Don’t worry baby, I’ll explain afterwards, you just relax, we’re going to make you feel so good. Mar, move yourself, you get up here, I’m going down there.’

They swapped positions. ‘Get on your knees baby’ Harry purred. She did as she was told, and felt his lips attacking her. Marcel knelt in front of her, unsure of what to do. She could see his bulge through the jeans, he was desperate for some kind of release.

'Take them off, let me make you feel good’ she panted. He did as she asked, sliding his jeans and boxers off of his legs and setting himself back down in front of her. She gawped at the sheer size of him. They really were identical. She grasped him with one of her hands, the other holding up her body so she didn’t flop onto the bed, and pumped him. 'How do you want it Marcel? Do you want it fast, or do you want it slow?’

His mouth fell open. ‘I-I want it fast Rose. I want you to take it all. Can you do that?’ He was really getting into the swing of this. He liked that she was still going along with it, he thought she’d freak when Harry had told him his plan. She took him into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around the tip when she went to the end. She was driving him crazy, the furthest he’d ever got with a girl was when Amy Johnson had let him feel her up around the back of the science block. She’d given him a handjob, and that was his only sexual experience. Rose took him into her mouth so well, that he thought he would cum at any moment. He fisted her hair into his hands and controlled her tempo, not wanting to blow his load just yet. ‘Do you want me in you?’ he asked her.

She stopped doing what she was doing, and so did Harry. She nodded and they all shifted positions. Marcel was on his back, and Rose hovered over his dick. Harry was behind her, hands on her shoulders. She put the tip of Marcel into her, and Harry pushed her all the way down. She gasped at the full feeling, not knowing that she could feel this good with Marcel. She thought Harry would be the only one to make her feel this way, but she could get used to this little situation. Harry pushed her onto Marcel’s body, as Marcel thrusted into her. She kissed him as he pounded into her, and she felt a finger circling her ass.

'You want me to put my finger in there baby?’ asked Harry. She turned to look back at him, nodding her head. She’d never done this before, but she wanted them both, she needed them both inside of her. He put his fingers into his mouth, lathering them up, and slipping them in every so slowly. She groaned loudly, as Harry moved his hands and Marcel moved his dick. The friction was sending her into new realms of pleasure. Harry continued his slow pumping.

'Put your dick in Harry, put it in me.’

'Are you sure Rose?’

'Yes Harry, I need you. Now.’

He spat into her ass, lathering her up a bit more. He made sure she was nice and slippery before attempting to put himself into her. Once she was nice and wet, he lined the tip of his dick up with her ass, and pushed into her really slowly. ‘Just tell me if you don’t want this Rose.’

'Come on Harry, move. Please.’ she begged. He pushed himself all the way in, and she relished the feeling. She was absolutely full to the brim. Both boys moving inside of her. The room was filled with moans and groans, she felt her body tensing, the feeling of her building orgasm pooled at the bottom of her stomach. 'Fuck, boys. I’m so close. Move faster. Now.’ They both complied, and she came with a cry. Her body was shivering, and she tensed around the both of them, making them cum too. She was a quivering wreck, and her vision went blurry, she felt Marcel driving into her, riding out his high and moaning her name as he came. Harry was grunting and panting, slowing himself to a stop. They all laid on top of each other, panting, kisses being placed on lips and faces. Harry pulled out of her ass, and Rose lifted herself off of Marcel, laying in between them.

'So, does somebody want to explain what just happened?’ she asked with a laugh. Harry and Marcel both leant on their elbows looking down at her. She looked like a mess, but they were both so proud of the mess they had created.

'Well babe, Marcel has fancied you for ages. So I thought we’d switch places. I let him fuck you, and it felt so good didn’t it baby?’ She nodded, and looked at Marcel. He was smiling down at her.

'I had a good time. And I know you did, I could see it all over your face.’ he laughed.

She sat up, her back against the headboard. ‘So, does this mean we can do it all the time then?’ she asked, a glint in her eyes.

Harry and Marcel moved closer to her, attaching their lips to her neck. ‘Any time baby, any time.’ they both chimed together.

I hope you guys like this. I have been working on this all afternoon. This is for an anon who requested a Marcel/Harry twin smut. I hope this is what you wanted! - Gee

Alex Gaskarth: Just Shut Up And Kiss Me

Request: Could you do a fluffy Alex Gaskarth imagine where you’re best friends and he’s your crush you are quite a bit younger than him though. You have a supernatural marathon and you start to get the feels that make you squirm and there’s a sad part and you hold his arm as time goes on you get closer and closer until you’re basically lying on him. You go into the kitchen where he holds you in his arms for a really long time and tells you he loves you and kisses and fluffy fluff!

 

A/N: This was really fun to write. :) How cute is Alex looking in the picture, by the way?!

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Preference- You Have a Breakdown/Panic Attack and Need Him
  • Louis: Your fingers drum nervously on the seat beside you as the taxicab winds it's way through New York City to the hotel Louis and the boys are currently staying at. He left for tour two months ago, and, after realizing you had an unexpected school break, you decided to fly out and surprise him. Excitement fluttered in your stomach when the driver finally pulls into the parking lot, but it quickly turns to fear at the sight of all the paps and fans out front. You had never been good in crowds, and you typically avoided them unless Louis was with you. Sliding on your sunglasses, you pay the driver and get out, hoping no one will recognize you as you start walking to the entrance. However, that hope is useless, because before you can even take two steps, you are surrounded by cameras, microphones, and teenage girls yelling your name. Your heart thudded in your chest, hands sweating as you try to push past them, but they are relentless. After five minutes of this, you start to get dizzy, and you swear you're about to vomit or pass out soon, so you take out your phone, pressing the first speed dial, and Louis picks up after the first ring. "Hi, love. How're you? Wait, what's all that noise?" You explain it to him, choking words past the lump in your throat, "I-I wanted to surprise you, and I'm outside your hotel, but there's so many people here and I can't get through." "Oh, love. Hold on, okay? I'll be right there." And he is, mere minutes later he's folding you into his arms, whispering in your ear. "(Y/N), babe, I got you, alright? You're fine, deep breaths. Lets go inside, yeah?"
  • Niall: You hurry inside the huge studio building, your heels clacking on the floor as you rush through the door. You had woken up late today on account of forgetting to set your alarm, and now you were close to being late for your internship. Normally, because of your claustrophobia, you would take the stairs, but you just didn't have time for that this morning. You step into the empty lift, chanting to yourself to stay calm. The doors are just closing before a hand sticks out, opening them again. A blonde guy with sparkling blue eyes and a guitar strapped to his back steps inside, nodding at you as the lift begins to rise. All of a sudden, the lift comes to a shuddering stop, the normal lights going out and the emergency ones flashing on. "No, no, no," you mutter, heart racing as the blonde boy looks at you curiously. A few minutes later, you're still stuck, and a crackly voice through the intercom said it might be twenty minutes before you could get out. You slide down to the floor, gripping at your hair as loud gasps leave your mouth. "Hey, are you okay?" The boy asks, crouching down next to you and you shake your head, stammering, "Claus-claustrophobia." The boy takes both of your hands in his, rubbing gentle circles into the backs. "Love, it'll be okay, I promise. I'm Niall, by the way, and you are?" You give him your name, feeling yourself calming down slightly, and he pulls his guitar out of its case and sets it on his lap. "Just don't think about it, (Y/N), alright? What's your favorite song?" Niall soon started playing, and he played song after song until the doors finally opened again twenty-three minutes later. "Can I tell ya something?" Niall asks as you walk out of the small compartment, and you look over at him, nodding your head. "I'm actually, a bit claustrophobic myself." "Really? You acted so calm in there..." You reply, and Niall smiles. "I was just too focused on making sure the beautiful girl next to me was alright, I guess. Would you perhaps wanna go to dinner sometime?"
  • Harry: Your hands shake violently as you pace back and forth in the small bathroom, the minutes passing by agonizingly slow. Finally, the timer dings, and you hesitantly go over to the counter, taking a deep breath before flipping over the pregnancy test. Positive. It slips from your hands, clattering loudly on the tiled floor, making you jump. Your heart raced as a million and one thoughts ran through your head. You couldn't be pregnant; you were only nineteen, and Harry was twenty. You were too young, you knew Harry wouldn't want this baby, and you knew you wouldn't be able to kill it, but the thought of being a single mother terrified you. Plus the fans-- "Love? What's wrong?" Harry cuts off your thoughts, cupping your face in his hands. You shake your head, not being able to talk. "(Y/N)? Please talk to me, you're scaring me," he continues, and you motion to the test lying in on the floor. His mouth drops open, forming a small 'o'. "You're-- you're pregnant?" You nod, not meeting his eyes. "Then-- then what's the problem, love, do you-- do you not want it?" Harry asks in a broken voice, and a sob escapes your mouth. "Harry, we're not-- we're not ready for this, I'm only nineteen, I can't be a mummy yet. You're never here either, I'm going to be a single mum, I haven't even finished school yet, how am I supposed to raise a baby?" You ramble, tears flowing down your cheeks. Harry starts to say something, but you just talk over him. "And--and the fans, God, they're going to hate me, we're not even married and we're going to have a baby, the press is going to tear you apart, Harry, I'm so sorry. I should've been more careful, I'm so, so--" Suddenly, Harry's lips are on yours, gently yet passionately kissing you. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours, locking eyes with you. "Listen to me. The fans, the paps, the media, they don't matter. Their opinions don't matter at all. Are you happy?" You tentatively nod your head, and Harry grins. "Good. I am too. We are young, yes, but I know we are ready for this. I can love you and this baby so much, I know it. I'll tell my managers and whoever else I need to tell, and they'll understand, they'll give me more time off. I won't let you raise this baby alone, okay?"
  • Liam: You hum to yourself as you tap your pen on your desk, concentrating on your work. You worked at a very wealthy bank as an accountant, and you loved it. You even had your own small office. Suddenly, the peaceful work atmosphere is shattered by harsh yelling coming from the main lobby. "Where's the money at?! If you don't tell me, I'll detonate this bomb!" Your eyes grow wide, and you tiptoe over to the door, peeking out to see your worst nightmare coming to life. A large, masked man stands at the front desk, the barrel of a gun pressed to the bank teller's head. You gasp, stumbling over to the desk and grabbing your phone, dialing Liam. "(Y/N)? What's up, babe?" A few tears slip down your face as you whisper into the phone. "Th-there's a man with a gun here, and he's threatening to blow up the place. Liam, I'm so scared." Three loud gunshots ring through the building, cutting Liam off, and you gasp, your breaths coming out in short bursts. "Oh, my god, Liam, he's shooting, if I don't make it, j-just know that I love--" "No. Stop right there. You're going to be fine. There's a window in your office, right?" You stutter out a yes. "Good. Go out the window, and find some bushes, and hide there. Don't try to run, because they probably have people surrounding the place." "O-okay," you tell him, quietly following his orders and slipping out of the window, sitting behind some shrubs and pulling your knees to your chest. "Love, I'm going to hang up now so I can call the police, alright? Don't move." You nod, telling him you love him before the line goes dead. You curl into yourself, burying your head in your knees as you shake violently. You don't know how much time has passed before the wailing of police sirens cuts through the air, followed by loud yells, but you remain still, Liam's words still echoing in your head, "Don't move." You sob, too scared to think straight when you hear footsteps approaching you. You don't look up, and soon a shadow looms over your body, followed by a gentle, familiar touch through your hair. "(Y/N)? It's Liam." You fling yourself into his arms, clutching onto him tightly as you continue to cry. "It's alright, love, it's okay. You're safe, he's gone. Just try to calm down for me, take some deep breaths," he strokes his fingers through your hair, pressing quick kisses to your temple, and before you know it, your breathing returns to normal.
  • Zayn: It's 2:48 in the morning when you get the call from the hospital, the one saying that your dad didn't make through the operation. He had been in a car accident the previous morning, and though you had been warned it was very unlikely for him to survive, it could not of prepared you for the call. It felt like a sack of bricks had hit your chest, knocking all of the breath right of you. You wrap your arms around yourself, just wanting Zayn's comfort, but he's halfway across the world right now. It's so quiet in the bedroom, too quiet, and when you finally get your breath back, you scream, loudly, slamming your fists on the bed sheet. A mixture of screams and sobs escapes your mouth for the next several minutes, and you jus feel so alone right now. "(Y/N)?" A soft voice comes from the doorway, and you snap your head up to see Zayn, dark bags under his eyes and a suitcase in his tattooed arms. You don't even wonder what he's doing there, you spring up from the bed and pull yourself into his arms, sobbing into his chest. "He's gone, Zayn, gone." His gentle hands run up and down your back, his chin resting on the top of your head. "I know, love, I know. Your sister called me yesterday. I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner." You shake your head, whispering, "I didn't even get to tell him goodbye, Zayn." "Let it all out, (Y/N). I've got you. Cry as much as you want, I don't mind at all."