i have a cold and cough that's why i sound like a man

I Give Up - part 26 (A Baekhyun Series)

The bedroom door closed with a click and you were halfway out of the bed scrambling in much of the same way as Baekhyun had before he vanished through the bedroom door.

You tried to move as silently as possible and you found your clothes from yesterday on the bathroom floor. Hygiene be damned, this was an emergency.

You heard his voice through the door, much too close to where you sat with your heart in your throat on the edge of the bed.

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anonymous asked:

Promt for Friday: Quill getting lost alone on earth and stumbling upon a old bunker in Siberia. Seeing the Jet sitting before the entrance he goes inside just to witness two guys teaming up against a... robot? After observing he realizes that the robot actually is another man and decides to intervene....

Peter grumbles in his beard. One minute he was fighting with his guardians and the next moment his is falling with his little ship.

He is lucky that he could control it to land safely on earth. But the ship is broken now and Peter ankle hurts like hell.

He has literally no idea where the fuck he is. But its fucking cold here and he hates it, alright?

“Rocket? Can you hear me?” asks Peter when he finds his new phone. Its like a new version, that Peter don’t understands. But Rocket made it and they can communicate with it on every planet.

“Hi, whats up, Quill?” asks Rocket and he sounds really happy. Peter grumbles again.

“Crashed on Earth.” answers Peter and he sees an old bunker a few hundredth meter away. Maybe he could hide there till the Guardians would get him.

“Why?” asks Rocket now and Peter groans.

“Because i wanted to, smartass.” snaps Peter and Rocket laughs at that.

“Why would you want to crash on Earth?” asks Drax now and Peter is so done with them.

“Can you pick me up?” asks Peter and ignores Drax loud laugh.

“Yeah gonna finish this first.” says Rocket and ends the call. Peter sighs. What a fuck day.

He sees a jet in front of the bunker and frowns. Maybe he could get help here?

He finally enters the bunker and wants to sit down and check his ankle first. But then he hears a… well a scream?

Carefully he goes a bit further into the bunker and yeah that sounds like somebody is fighting. He turns another corner and then he sees two man and …. a robot?

Then mans are fighting the robot and it looks a bit … well dangerous. Because the robot can shoot and dude ! What the hell! He just burned the arm off from one of them.

Peter gasps. Its a metal arm. What the fucking happened on earth the last 20 years?

“He is my friend.” says the man in blue and then he hears the robot speak.

“So was I.”

Peters blood freezes. Thats a bit crazy. Who knew that Robots and humans were friends now. On second thought. His best friend is a raccoon.

Peter watches as the man with only one arm falls down. The blue man goes crazy with anger and then the robots is laying on his back and… its a man! Oh god that was only a suit.

The man in blue sits on top of him and has a shield in his hand. Peter can’t see what he does but he can hear the other mans screams.

Is he going to kill him?!

A moment later they are silent. The shield is stuck in the other mans chest and Peter closes his eyes. He is sure dead.

But then the man in blue stands up, takes his shield and goes to his friend. And Peter can hear the man in the robot suit coughing.

“That shield doesn’t belong to you. You don’t deserve it! My father made that shield!” screams the man and the other one lets the shield fall.

Then they leave him alone.

Peter is still frozen at the corner and then he starts running towards the man. Or more like hobbling.

“Hey!” he says when he stops in front of him.

“W-who are you?” asks the man and he looks so afraid and broken. Peter helps him up.

“I’m Peter and… well its a long story. Do you need help?” says Peter and the man laughs bitterly.

“Since my friends nearly beat me dead, that would be lovely.” is the answer and he tries to hide it, but Peter sees the tears in his eyes.

“Okay what do i do?” asks Peter and the man shows him a few button where he can open the suit.

Underneath is a really lovely man. Peter blushes, because the other one is only wearing a dark undersuit.

“I think my arm might be broken.” says the man and Peter looks at it. Oh. definitively broken.

“Shit. Okay no problem.” says Peter and puts off his jacket. He ribs off his shirt and wraps it around the mans arm, so that it is kinda an arm sling.

“Thank you.” chokes the man.

“No problem. I’ll get you out here…” says Peter and looks around.

“Tony. Name’s Tony.” whispers the man and Peter nods.

“Okay Tony. You need to keep listen to my voice. Can you do that? I’ll carry you outside and hope Rocket is already here.” says Peter and he talks more to himself.

When he starts walking Tony grits his teeth, but he doesn’t say anything. Peter carries him bride style because he doesn’t have a better idea. Tony is silent about that, too. But he pushes a button with his good arm and the robot suit folds himself up into a suitcase.

“Can you get that for me?” asks Tony and Peter nods. Its hard to carry Tony and the suitcase with his broken ankle, but he manages.

“What the hell is that?” asks Tony when they are outside and the milano is right in front of them. Peter is so relieved he could cry.

“That are my friends. We are like…from space.” says Peter and Tony jerks a bit at that.

“Oh. And now you want to kill me?” asks Tony and Peter shakes his head.

“Nah. Thought more about saving your ass.” grins Peter and Tony smiles back.

“Peter!” says Gamora and runs towards them. Not a minute to soon realizes Peter, when he goes down to his knees. Its only now that he see that he bleeds pretty bad on his left side. Well fuck.

Tony grunts in pain when Peter cant hold him anymore and then the world goes black around him.


“Peter?” says a voice and he tries to open his eyes. It takes him three attempts.

“Yeah?” he mumbles and then he sees Tony.

“Are you alright?” he asks when he sees that Tonys arm is now in a cast and his whole face is bruised.

“I should ask you that.” answers Tony but he smiles.

“I’m fine.” says Peter and tries to sit up. But it hurts a lot and he lays back down. Ow.

“Doesn’t look fine. You know you could’ve said that you were hurt, too. Then i wouldn’t have let you carry me.” says Tony and he sighs. Peter smiles.

“Didn’t even realized that i was bleeding. Just wanted to save you.” says Peter and closes his eyes again. The room is too bright.

“Yeah?” says Tony back and Peter can hear his smile.

“Hmhm. Where are we?” asks Peter then because thats not the milano.

“In my home. Bought you all here. Your friends are something else.” says Tony and Peter laughs at that. He chocks and moans. Fuck that hurts, too.

“Hey careful! You have a sprained ankle and a serious laceration on your left side.” says Tony and takes Peters hand in his.

Peter hums. He doesn’t care.

“So uhm..why did you save me?” asks Tony and Peter knows that he is blushing, even tho his eyes are still shut.

“Saw how your friends threatened you and… liked your face.” mumbles Peter and oh he feels better now. Seems like he got the good stuff of medication.

“You liked my face.” says Tony and Peter hears his smile.

“Yeah its really pretty.” grins Peter and he is nearly asleep again. But when Tony kisses his cheek and mumbles a thank you he turns his head so, that Tonys lips are on his.

Then he is out like a light.

killer-neko  asked:

(UkUs) Alfred is lost in a strange, seemingly alive, forest. After a vine traps him, a mysterious blonde haired, emerald eyed, man comes out of the shadows, almost as if he's the one that's trapped him. (Witch!Arthur x Human!Alfred) (I would love if you took this into consideration, and possibly write it! (and I was wondering if we could try a collab together sometime...?)

this prompt was amazing and i had a great time writing it! i hope you like it! and, omg, YES! we could totally try a collab!! <3 

Into the darkness

As the sun set behind him and the forest grew orange around him, Alfred’s anxiety grew wider. He had gone in too deep into the forest, and now he couldn’t find his way back. His pursuers had gave up a long time ago, cursing him to get lost and die and be consumed by the dark forces that lived within the forest.

Well, luckily for them that seemed like something bound to happen. Alfred was completely lost. As the sun sank in the horizon so did his heart in his chest. Once it became completely dark, it’d be over. He had no light and no means of creating one.

He wasn’t going to give up just yet, though. He still had a bit of time before darkness consumed him, most certainly in a literal way, and he’d use everything he had to avoid it.

So he ran. He ran towards the sunlight, stepping in twigs and avoiding bushes and jumping over fallen logs. He ran and tried to ignore the forest creatures in the shadows, the eyes and sounds and fear.

But it didn’t matter how much he ran or tried, night was falling faster now, and the wind was making the leaves and twigs and branches move and…

Alfred stopped when a branch moved right in front of him in a way that clearly was not work of the wind. He felt cold as tears formed in the corner of his eyes. That was wrong. That was so, so wrong.

He resumed running, grabbing whatever hope he still had as he watched the sun disappear.

Alfred didn’t feel like he deserved any of this. He was a good person. He worked hard. He’d feel angry if he had espace within him for that, but he was too scared, too tired, too hungry, too sick.

He stopped to breathe and screamed when he felt something grabbing his feet. He moved, supporting his weight in a trunk while he jumped and shaked his foot, one at a time, but something grabbed his hand then, curling up his arm and he had no time to take it off himself before another something grabbed his feet again.

And soon it was all over him, paralyzing him in place. And only then he noticed what it was. Vines. They were coming from the trees and from the ground and they were stronger than vines were supposed to be. Alfred tried to fight them, but the more he moved the more they squeezed him, so he stopped.

And then there were footsteps.

Alfred listened, breathing heavily, his heart racing in his chest. He envied his heart for that, because he wanted to be the one running. Running away from there, running to safety, to anywhere…

The footsteps stopped and the darkness gave place to a cloaked figure, the moonlight lighting its pale face. Alfred froze and he wanted to be afraid, but he was too charmed by the figure’s eyes: they shined in the dark in a way that Alfred was pretty sure human eyes weren’t supposed to, and they were of the most beautiful, precious green Alfred had ever seen in his life.

The figure removed its hood to better inspect its prey, and even in the dark of the night Alfred decided it was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. He had delicate features that somehow still looked dangerous, and his blond locks were loosely braided.

“Humans should know best to stay away from my forest.” the figure said, and finally Alfred managed to feel some of the fear he was missing.

He nodded, feeling his air escape in large amounts. It was cold. He was cold. He coughed.

“I, I didn’t mean to be here. It was an accident. Please let me go.” he asked, looking the figure in the eye.

“What have you done?” the figure asked, curiously eyeing Alfred, “I saw them chasing you into the forest.”

“I haven’t done anything!” Alfred yelled, angry, hurt.

“Oh, you certainly did. They even stepped in the forest after you, before going back. You must have done something terrible. Did you steal? Did you kill?” the figure asked, a faint smile in his thin, pale lips.

“I did not!” Alfred yelled again, the vines curling strongly on him when he moved, “I did nothing wrong! I just–my brother was sick, okay, and I hid it! And then he died and they found out and they think I have it, too, so they!” Alfred was saying and coughed again, for longer this time, having the figure watch him with interest.

“You do have it.” he pointed out.

“Are you going to lynch me too? Go ahead! I’d do it again! He was my brother, what the hell!” he cried, tears in his eyes again.

He was so cold. He was so scared.

He didn’t even notice the way the other man’s eyes widened for a while before falling to the ground.

“To the villagers you are dead and dead you will be if you stay in the forest on your own. My pets will eat you and I’ll let them.” he said, quieter. He moved his hand in the air and the vines started to move away from a puzzled Alfred, “And even if you somehow manage to avoid the creates, your illness will get worse and you will die. Either way, you are a dead man.”

“Thank you, I didn’t know that.” Alfred said, angry and suspicious.

“However…” the man said, “you may come with me, to my cabin. I can give you medicine and shelter.”

“And why should I do that?”

“Because no matter what, you are not leaving this forest. You may die in it or you may live in it. It is your choice.”

Alfred hesitated. He was so cold. He felt sick, tired and scared. What choice did he have? He didn’t want to die. He nodded. The figure grinned.

“Follow me.” he said, and Alfred so did.

Beauty and the Hanyou

Okay. So Beauty and the Beast has been my all time favorite since i was like.. 5. I always saw Belle as the best princess because she didn’t care about love. She cared about her father, her horse, knowledge and imagination. The hottest guy in town was practically dry-humping her at every turn and she couldn’t have cared a fraction less. She and Adam (The Beast’s true name) grew to love one another not because of outward beauty but by trust and respect. By seeing each others true selves. I see this mirrored in Inuyasha and Kagome’s relationship and thats why i believe this is the perfect AU for them. I started writing it a while ago and didnt get very far because of life. But here is a future scene that I hope will interest you guys enough that you want to read it once i get off of my lazy butt and do it!!

okay, brief definition time.

Jii-chan, musume, daimyo, youkai: grandfather;daughter; feudal lord;demon

hanten, komon, hakama, suikan: thick overcoat used during fall/winter; every day casual kimono; traditional pants; thick sleeved overshirt.

@dreaming-of-the-midnight-sun @inunanna @grapefruitwannabe @kags09 @mustardyellowsunshine

She gripped the wooden bars of the cell with one hand, her knuckles turning white as gaze locked on her grandfather. Her free hand rubbed his gently “Your hands are freezing! I have to get you out of here.. we have to go now!” She begged, bringing his hand to her cheek and holding it gently before whipping her head to search the dark and foreboding cellar for anything to use. “Kagome…” her grandfather begged, his voice wavering. Kagome’s head turned back to him quickly, concerned by the thick rasping cough that shook his frail frame. “Kagome, you have to leave this place.” He begged, his hand shaking as he brought it to touch the face of the only family he had left. 

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here we go the pain is alr creeping up to my heart IM CREEPING IN UR HEART BABE omg sorry:

  • if you love reading you two would be reading your book before sleeping
  • if you dont, youll just lean on his shoulder and slowly drifting off and he finds it super cute
  • seeing glasses wonwoo everyday
  • quoting cheesy lines from his fav book to make u blush
  • it worked now you cant even look at him in the eyes bc youre just that shy
  • you two would probably say cheesy lines from a book/poems or write it on a sticky note and place it somewhere obvious
  • you once found a note on a glass of milk in the morning, he had gone early that day and left you this: “some of my favorite seconds on earth are the seconds filled with my lips spilled upon your collarbone and my hair nestled in your fist. i enjoy last night, here’s some milk.”
  • AND YOUD BLUSH VERY HARD BC OMG JEON WONWOO he just indirectly said he likes hvaing sex with you
  • and so you drink the milk with a pink tint on your cheeks and a smile plestered on your lips HOW CUTEEE
  • and when you have to go to work and he has a day off, you’d also leave something for him like a breakfast along with the note: “no mountain, nor sea, no thing of this world could keep us apart, because this is not my world…. you are.”
  • he’d wake up and smiling all to himself imagining you probably thinking hard sitting where he is while smiling cheekily to yourself
  • he decided to text you “that was really bad omg i can do better”
  • “blocked”
  • and you really did block him
  • who doesnt love cuddles?????? wonwoo is all about cuddles 98% of the time the rest 2% is just reading book and making music
  • he turns super clingy when he’s tired
  • and start whining every second bUT ITS SO CUTE
  • “bABYYYYYYYY” “come over here” “I JUST WANT A GODDAMN CUDDLE” “im cold” “cough cough someone over here needs some loving from his beloved princess”
  • i feel like wonwoo would sometimes call u princess
  • “why princess though”
  • “hm no reason???? it suits you, the word princess i love calling u that”
  • but his favorite name to call you is probably something weird like shizzlepuff LIKE WHAT THE HECK IS THAT and why did it popped in my head
  • “shizzlepuff” “why are u calling me that” “it sounds fluffy just like you”
  • day off with wonwoo would consist of staying in bed til 12 and getting up only to laze on the couch and watch cartoons
  • and make coffees
  • mingyu is always in your apartment somehow
  • “um mingyu????”
  • “oh hey”
  • “how did u even get in??? wonwoo is not here”
  • “ah! i have the spare key and im really hungry right now tehehehehehe /flashing his signature smile that u couldnt resist/”
  • why did wonwoo even gave him a spare key
  • sometimes u felt like he’s hanging out with mingyu more than u and it made u a bit jealous
  • he will tease u when he found out
  • “youre sleeping on the couch”
  • wonwoo really likes to hold your hand, especially when talking about future things and stuff
  • both of you would lay your head on the kitchen counter facing each other with him holding your hand as u both talk about kids
  • “i want 3″
  • “that sounds perfect”
  • “i know right should we start making them now” OMFG U JUST RUIN THE CUTESY ROMANTIC MOMENT JEON WONWOO
  • moving on the hot and steamy sides of wonwoo
  • he likes marking u on ur collarbone for some reason that you didnt know
  • and he finds it really hot to do it in the kitchen wHY
  • loves it when u bite his lip ;;–;;; FUCUCCK
  • hot and steamy times with wonwoo would probably leave u speechless
  • AND HIM LEAVING U A FOX DOLL (u know exactly which doll i meant) FOR U WHEN HE’S AWAY FOR TOUR
  • “it has a glasses like me and its cute like me, heck it even smells like me you can just hug it or kiss it when u miss me ok bUT REMEMBER IM STILL UR #1″
  • late night talks and sharing favorite poems or lines from books
  • “he makes my body feel like its floating into space, while his eyes keep my soul in front of him. his eyes, like a blue sea, immerses my sould entirely. for the first time im not afraid of drowning”
  • “but my eyes are not blue”
  • “thats the point dumbass, im not talking about u”
  • married life with wonwoo is basically books, glasses, cuddles, making out, coffee, more cuddles, cheesy lines, holding hands, backhug, and many more cutesy things combined into one <33333

FINALLY im continuing this husband!au after 2 millenium for more hsuband!au click here

anonymous asked:

Hello, loving this blog! Can I ask for Peter using cheesy pick up lines like comparing the sight of tony to the starry night sky, stuff like that and tony is just so smitten with him.. thank you and I wish this blog the best of luck!

Hiya! Thank you so much for the luck! I’m sure we need it! :) Also what a cute prompt! Hopefully you like it! (i ignore the civil war and a few things in this!)


“Tony? We have a situation.”

Tony looks up from his armor at that. Jarvis had opened the door for Steve and the captain didn’t waste a second.

“A situation?” Tony asks then, because this sentence never means anything good.

Why is his life constantly like that?

“Yes. There are a few intruder.” Steve answers calmly and Tony nods.

“The good or the bad kind?” Tony asks again and then saves his work on the armor without another word. Jarvis closes his blueprints and Tony rubs his dirty hands on his pants.

“Is there even a good kind?” Steve says when they leave the workshop together and Tony grins.

“That depends. Are they hot?” Tony asks and he can see the blush on Steves cheeks and even the tips of his ears are a bit red.

Steve knows him for over 5 years now and he knows that Tony likes to flirt. But he still blushes as bad as the first time.

“See for yourself.” is the only response Tony gets at that. He chuckles.

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What Can I Do?

A Seungri/Lee Seunghyun Fanfiction

Summary: He’s known as one of the most eligible bachelors in kpop, with a reputation that’s known all over South Korea. But when he sets his sights on you, determined to make you one of his conquests, you think that maybe its time for this ‘sexy boy’ to learn his lesson…

Chapter Summary: The End

Chapter Type: The End

Recommended Listening:  Daughter - Medicine

Chapter 25

‘How are you, Abbie?’

'I need a word with you.’

Its something about Hyunsuk’s face;

the hint of a smirk as his eyes flicker to Seungri,

the aura of thinking he knows something you dont

the stance that told you he was 'better’ than you…

…all of it made you remember how Seungri believed he couldn’t trust anyone. And in that moment, you knew if there was anyone to blame for that…it would be this man.

You watch him as you stand up straighter, turning fully to face him and seeing his eyes widen a little at your confrontational look- seeing Seunghyun who was still turned towards you with the tiniest hint of a smirk pulling at his mouth.

'As long as its quick, I dont see why not.’ Hyunsuk replies after a few seconds of stunned silence, handing Seunghyun some papers before gesturing for you to follow him.

'Abbie, what are you-’

'I’ll be right back.’ you cut Seungri off when he tries to stop you from following Yang, turning to smile reassuringly at him and kissing his cheek gently, before taking a step away from him and beginning to follow Hyunsuk down the corridor.

'So…what can I do you for?’ he asks after directing you into one of the empty studio’s, gently shutting the door behind the two of you as he asks the question, although you only answer him when he’s turned to face you.

'You need to stop looking down on him.’ You state plainly, your eyes not moving from his face as you speak the words, the seriousness of your tone contrasting with the relaxed way you were perched on the edge of a table and the adrenaline that was running through you.

'I’m sorry…I’m not entirely sure I know what you mean, Abbie.’ he says, watching you with a confused frown as he crosses his arms across his chest, his brows drawing closer together in slight annoyance at the way you sounded so confrontational.

'I’ve just been through two days of hell. …I’ve then had to go through the realisation and imagining of Seungri doing the same, and it was all because he was too afraid to trust anyone. …I have no right to lay the blame completely on you, but as far as i’ve seen in the two months that i’ve known him, you’re one of the main authoritative, main elder figures in his life and therefore you have the responsibility to show him that its okay to trust people-’

'I’m sorry, are you trying to blame your relationship troubles on me?-’

'Are you really trying to turn this back on me, with 'relationship troubles’?’ you ask irritatedly, taking on your teaching mode as you stand from the table and take a tense step towards Hyun-suk, the two of you maintaining eye contact with each other.

'Because, sure…that man means a whole lot to me, probably more than almost anyone. …but that is not what this is about. This is about Seungri having to suffer for the past however long with a weight on his shoulders that he should never have had to deal with alone-’


'I AM AWARE THAT IT WAS HIS RESPONSIBILITY- but he should never have had to deal with it alone. He should have known that there was someone he could talk to-could rely on and trust, but since you’re so cold and ignorant to him he didn’t see you as a possibility. And i’d bet money on the fact that since he’s been under your thumb for the past 9 years at least, he’s grown to understand from his exposure to your attitude that he shouldn’t trust or rely on anyone.’

You’re left breathing heavily when you finish your rant, ending up stood right in front of Hyunsuk and glaring at him as you wait to see what he’d say, beginning to slightly regret taking him on single handed, but quickly recementing yourself in your intentions when you remember the night Yang had turned up in Seungri’s apartment in Japan and started shouting at him.

It takes at least an entire minute before he responds, spending the whole time watching you careful as you watch him and you almost think he’s about to go off on one, but you’re surprised when instead he begins nodding his head gently.

'I suppose you’re right.’ he says simply, breaking your gaze to look nonchalantly around the room, before going on.

'I always thought Seungri was the strongest and most business minded among those boys, despite his young age…and so I suppose thats why I never thought he’d need my help. -but you make a good point, Abbie. Despite how strong you are, everyone needs a helping hand sometimes…I think I need to apologise to him.’ he says, his mouth shifting into a thin, self-reflective grimace, before he turns to head back out of the door and presumably back to the other room, but you grab his hand to stop him before he can.

'Hyunsuk, I may not have a place to say this…but maybe you should take that advice too.’ you say, smiling at him gently, but regretting saying anything when he straightens up and raises his eyebrows at you.

'I think we’ll stick with the talk focused on Seungri, Abbie.’ he says simply, shooting you a knowing look that told you not to go down that road, and you politely incline your head, taking a step back from him to acknowledge you’d over-stepped the mark and waiting for him to leave the room so that you could follow him, letting out a quiet breath now that your anger had passed.

'Truthfully, I’m not sure what to make of you.’ Hyunsuk says offhandedly as the two of you walk back up the corridor, the awkward conversation you thought was going to incur, being replaced by you quirking an eyebrow at him inquisitively.

'You’re smart, you’re caring, you look out for him…but I cant understand why you’re with him.’ he says simply, pausing outside of the studio door as he turns to you and you smirk up at him when you see him looking confused.

'Thats because to maintain balance you need opposites, and to maintain a balanced relationship you need fun as well as seriousness…we balance each other out by being both each other’s fun and each others seriousness.’ you explain, smiling kindly as you speak, before hearing the noise die down a little inside the room and realizing that they could hear you inside- which by the look on Yang’s face he knew too.

'He also conned me into letting him drive me to work one day and then I couldn’t get rid of him.’ you add, watching Hyunsuk close his eyes in a knowing way, shaking his head lightly but accompanying it with a nasally laugh.

'That sounds more like the Seungri I know.’

The door opens then and you’re met with the slightly worried expression of the man himself- although he attempts to mask it with a smile.

'Hey…is everything okay?’ he asks, directing the question at you and you quickly step into the room whilst smiling at him, threading your hand with his and looking around the room excitedly as you see the others -minus Jiyong who was sat at the sound desk fiddling with keys- chuckling and laughing with each other as they talk, studiously ignoring the three of you by the door.

'Everything is great.’ you reply as you turn to look up at him, smiling warmly as you take in the way his face relaxes with your calm, happy expression.

'Seungri, Abbie has pointed out to me that I have been quite neglectful of you in recent years-’

He stops when you cough to indicate it was actually since he’d known him, but you only get a disapproving look in return and you purse your lips to indicate you’d be quiet.

'And therefore i’d like you to know that you’re quite welcome to come and ask me for anything at anytime…in fact, I have a free morning tomorrow- I’d appreciate it if we could both sit down and have a long talk…what do you say?’

The almost shy expression on Yang’s face is endearing as you watch him, biting your lip to hide your grin as you look up at Seungri’s astonished expression from the corner of your eye.

'I…Well…yeah…sure, that sounds great.’ Seungri replies after snapping his mouth shut where it had been catching flies, offering a small, slightly disbelieving smile to his boss, before Hyunsuk coughs awkwardly and puffs his chest out.

'Well…now that thats sorted I should leave you all to get on…we dont want to delay this record any longer- the fans are waiting.’ Yang says, raising his chin to address the room, before leaving with a nod of his head and a small smile at you.

'Well that was abnormal.’ Seungri comments as he turns to guide you towards the sofas that the others were sat on, his expression clearly still unsure of what just happened, but you just chuckle before perching on the sofa where he points, looking up questioningly at him when he remains standing.

'Jiyong needs me to record some stuff…i’m going to have to leave you in the semi-capable hands of my hyungs.’ he explains, winking at you as he gestures to Youngbae, Daesung and Seunghyun, and narrowly avoiding a slap on the back of his legs from Youngbae.

You smile when he leans down to drop a quick kiss to yours lips before walking over to Jiyong and beginning to talk to him, and you see the others watching you from the corner of your eye, but the only thing you wanted to focus on in that moment was Seungri.

'So…how are you, Abbie?’ Seunghyun asks beside you, and you dont even pull your eyes from the blonde haired prince across the room from him as you answer, thinking to yourself that even if some things about relationships were more complicated than you thought….it was all worth it.

'You know what?…I’m amazing.’

'As much as I appreciate you taking me to dinner…and then to the 'N’ tower…and then to your favourite bench on the hill…and then for ice cream- you really didn’t need to.’ you say, a grin on your face despite your words as you begin to slide your coat on after just getting back to your apartment, feeling Seungri’s hands on your shoulder’s helping you, and feeling your cheeks heat up a little when you look behind you to see him carefully pulling your coat from your shoulders and proceeding to hand it up on the coatrack beside your door.

“I wanted to.’ he murmurs, smiling warmly at you when he turns back and sees you watching him, his hand raising up to your cheek to cradle your head gently, before he presses a quick kiss to your lips and pushes you towards the sofa.

'Go and sit down and find a film to watch and i’ll make tea and popcorn.’ he calls behind him, but you simply stand in place as you watch him fill your kettle and flick the switch before opening one of your cupboards to search for your usual microwave popcorn packet.

'Abbie…have you eaten all the-’

'Its in the middle cupboard.’ you direct, smiling at him when you see him find it, before you finally walk over to the sofa, your steps thoughtful and you end up just perched on the edge of the sofa with one leg beneath you as you continue to watch him in the kitchen, smothering a giggle when he begins to sing along to one of the adverts that appears on the t.v after you’d subconsciously turned it on.

You get caught up in your thoughts of the past 3 days as you sit there, watching him just go about your kitchen as if he lived there. You think about the fact that you’d asked him to go slow, and the fact that he’d not pushed you once to do anything more, which clearly resulted in him wanting to do everything else with you-such as dates, and holding hands, and sharing food.

You didn’t know when you were going to be ready to be with him again, but with the way he was showing you just how much he trusted and cared for you, you already felt the uneasiness that surrounded your thoughts on the subject easing away with each minute.

'Hey, what are you thinking about?’ he asks, suddenly appearing in front of you after you’d zoned out and you smile shyly up at him as he hands you your tea, setting the bag of popcorn on the table in front of you before sliding onto the sofa next to you.

'Hm?’ he prompts, his hand laying on your knee and squeezing it gently to try to get you to speak your thoughts, but you shuffle so that you’re sat closer to him, his arm ending up sliding around your shoulders before you speak.

'I was just thinking about how normal you looked walking around my kitchen.’ you murmur, keeping your eyes trained on him as he takes a sip of his drink, frowning and chuckling lightly at your words.

'How normal I looked?’ he asks, looking down at you with a grin and quirking his eyebrow in question.

'Yeah…you looked like you belonged there.’ you reply, using his thigh as a table as you rest your mug on it so that you could continue to look up at him.

'In the kitchen?’ he clarifies, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips that quickly breaks a chuckle out of him when you pinch his tummy playfully.

'No!’ you whine, feeling your cheeks heat up a little at the thoughts in your head that he so obviously knew were there, but its only when you look down embarrassed that he finally gives in to acknowledging them.

'I think thats probably because I feel comfortable here… like a little home away from home.’ he chuckles, trying to make the term sound lighthearted as he says it, but you still look up at him with a racing heart, feeling the tension clear as day as it takes over your expression, but also feeling the sense of ‘right’ as it flows through your Veins.

'Abbie, I didn’t mean-’

'Why not?’ you ask, realising by the flash of understanding in his eyes that you were both on the same train of thought, your surroundings that contained the slight traces of him; the rings and bracelets, his shoes, his jackets and tshirts- practically begging to hold more of him to compliment all of your things.

'Really?’ he asks, hope shining from his eyes and the hand of the arm that was wrapped around your shoulder was squeezing your arm excitedly, although from the way his brows were pulled together, he was trying not to get his hopes up.

Without answering him you lift your hand to lay it on his chest over his heart, smiling to yourself when you feel the hurried thump under your palm, the adrenaline and excitement clear in the beat that matches yours as you look up at him with a grin.

'I like the look of you in my kitchen.’ you murmur, giggling when he breaks out into a grin, setting yours and his cup down on the table before you climb onto his lap, pausing to sit and simply look at him, and becoming a little breathless as you think about being able to wake up to him everyday and binge able to come home to him and have him come home to you.

'Are you scared?’ he asks quietly, his hands that had gone to your waist as soon as you’d climbed into his lap raising up to your face to cup your cheeks.

'No…im excited.’ you say honestly, biting your lip as you smile back at him, your thumbs stroking over his neck where your hands were perched on his shoulders, and you lean in as if you were going to kiss him, pausing teasingly a centimeter from his lips as you think of something else.

'Its only on one condition though,’ you murmur, looking up at him seriously despite the way you were trying to suppress a grin.

'Anything, Beautiful girl.’

'Please, dont ever try to make me breakfast again.’ you chuckle quietly, leaning your forehead on his when he pulls you closer in his laughter, and sucking in a sharp breath just as he presses his lips to yours, your eyes closing automatically and just as suddenly as every other time, you begin to melt into him, your shoulders hunching slightly as you slide your arms around his neck and hold him closely against you, shivering under his hands as they slide up your back to crush you against him.

And in that moment you realise you’d found him.

It had been a little while coming, and you’d spent two months searching and exploring, but in that moment you finally understood what it took to find someone, to be with them.

Because what all of the stories hadn’t prepared you for was the want that you could feel for someone. You’d known it was easy to 'need’ someone, and to ‘want’ them physically and sexually…but you weren’t prepared for the want to simply lie beside them, to just feel that sense of companionship and to feel like you were wanted by someone else. You didn’t realise that a relationship could be more than flirting and sex, and texting someone to see when you could meet up with them next. You didn’t realise that it would be just as easy as breathing and just as hard as trying to understand the world…because it was, it was both of those things and so much more.

Seungri had shown you that you didn’t need to be scared, that being with someone wasn’t just about sex, that even that part of it wasn’t as big of a deal as you’d once thought, and that you didn’t have to want to prove anything to someone else…you just needed to open up enough to let them show you who they were.

As you stand up from his lap and pull him up with you before walking towards your bedroom, your fingers entwined with his, you knew he didn’t expect anything from you. You knew that if you asked him, he’d even help you fall asleep and then go and sleep on the sofa, because that was just who he was…that was what he’d do for you.

But even though you knew he’d do it, you didn’t want him to.

You didn’t want to keep yourself from him anymore.

'I love you.’ you whisper when the two of you had settled under the covers and you were laid in his arms, your ear pressed to his chest so that you could hear the excited beating of his heart, that contrasted with the tired expression he was wearing, his hair falling delicately into his eyes that open to look down at you.

'I love you.’ he whispers back, his finger trailing across your cheek as he pushes a strand of hair out of your face, wearing a happy, content expression as he stares down at you, not needing to kiss you to tell you how he was feeling because the look the two of you shared was enough.

It was enough for both of you to know that this was it.

This was all you needed.


AN: I’m aware that a few of you might possibly be disappointed with this ending since the whole story has been centered around the idea that sex is such a huge part of a relationship for the reader and therefore you might have been expecting smut.
However, I hope from the ending i’ve written, you’ve been able to understand why i didn’t include it. This story was never meant to be a journey to the reader having sex with Seungri, it was my first serious, genuine story in which i wanted to make the point that being with someone romantically and in a relationship sense is not only about sex. It’s about respecting one another and trusting each other enough to be able to bare your heart to another.
I hope you guys understand and have enjoyed reading the story as much as i have enjoyed writing it, I love you loads <3

YOUR HEART WILL BE MINE (Andy Biersack Imagine)
{Requested by anon :3}

You were comming out of a Black Veil Brides concert, standing outside waiting for your best friends to come out, which were the band members themselves.
As you saw the many members of the BVB army comming outside super stoaked and excited about the amazing performance they just saw, and the many girls saying how Andy was singing to them or how Jake was looking right at them while he was rocking out on his guitar solo, you couldnt help but giggle a little.
Mostly because you knew that as a matter of fact Andy was looking directly at you the entire time while he was on stage.
You were wondering why that was though, his amazing blue eyes were literally stuck on you and only you, they really didnt look at any other direction but yours, the only other way they would look was towards the guys, but other than that they were totally stuck on you.
You waited outside for a while, you were shocked to see that there were still many many fans comming outside. It just goes to show how huge the BVB army truly was.

Almost one and half hour later, the guys came out, first one to come out was CC, then Jake, then Ashley, then Jinxx, and last but not least, Andy.
Since the rest of the guys were in a hurry, they said their goodbyes to you early and went on their way. Now it was just you and Andy standing in front of each other.
“It was an awesome show you guys played today.”
“Yeah, It felt amazing tonight thanks. Did you see me looking at you?” The long black haired angel asked.
“Oooh, maybe I caught you once or twice, or maybe the entire freakin show.” you responded.
He cracked a huge blushing smile and laughed a little. You enjoyed when he did that, his laugh was really adorable to you.
“Well what did you think of me staring at you like that?”
“I thought it was pretty flirty, are you trying to tell me something?” you questioned, raising your eyebrow.
“Well…I really like you (Y/N)…and I wanna take you out…” he confessed. You went into complete shock when you heard those words come out of his mouth, did you really just hear what you think you heard?

“Um…uh…what?” were the only words you managed to say.
“I said I really like you…” He was about to say something else but his mouth closed before he could speak again.
There was dead silence in the air for a moment, not one word escaped either of your lips, but your eyes spoke it all, they were serious, blank, you had quite the poker face on, so Andy couldnt really tell what you were even thinking.
“Um…you know it would be nice if you said something by now…” He said.
You shook your head snapping back into reality after a million thoughts when through your mind.
“I uh…Im sorry Andy..youre a good friend of mine and I love you to death man but um..Im not interested.” was your answer.
Andy’s heart felt like it sunk very low to his gut. You were actually the only girl in his life to ever reject him. So your words were most definately shocking to him. You felt horrible, but you couldnt force yourself to have feelings for him, you just didnt see him as your boyfriend unfortunately.
There was another moment of silence, another moment of your eyes just staring at each other.
At first Andy’s eyes were sad and crushed, but you became surprised when they suddenly seemed to have fire in them.
“Im sorry, you said no to me…me?” he asked.
“Uh yes…” you told him.
“Im sorry (Y/N) this might make me sound like an asshole to you but do you know how many girls out there would love to date me and be with me?” He exclaimed.

Your mouth dropped open, but you shook it off and replied to him, “Andy, Im sorry but..like I said I just dont feel that way for you.”
“I just dont see you that way, Im sorry if you cant understand that but I just dont feel that way for you.”
“I just cant believe this…you seriously dont feel anything for me?”
“No!” you yelled, he was being completely unfair, but yet again you werent surprised that he was acting this way towards you, for as long as you have known Andy, he was never rejected, no girl would ever turn him down, so you actually saying no to him was something he couldnt accept.
“This is…this is not real…Im Andy..”
“And Im (Y/N) whats your point?”
Andy came a little closer to you, he got a good look at your beauty and just smiled.
“Okay what?” you wondered, yet again confused.
“I understand you dont feel that way for me.”
“Well..thank you. And Im sorry if I made things weird between us.”
He shook his head, “Stop no you didnt.”
He pulled you close to him and hugged you real tight, you couldnt help but smile and hug him back, after all he was your friend. And you were just happy that he was finally cool with you guys not being a couple.
“I’ll see you sometime this week then?” you asked, “Yeah for sure.” he assured you and let go.

The two of you went your separate ways, as Andy came into his car, where Ash was waiting for him, he stared at him and Ashley had a hopefull expression on his face.
“Sooo…what happend? how did it go?” he asked him.
“She rejected me..”
“Woah woah wait what?!” Ashley exclaimed.
Andy nodded comfirming what he just told him, “But…no one has ever rejected you before..youre Andy…”
“I know!! Thats what I said!”
“Aw man…Im sorry bud..” he tells him.
“Its alright…it just means I have to step up my game.” He says.
Now Ashley was the one confused, “What are you talking about?”
“Listen Ash, I really like (Y/N) I have for a very long time. Im not giving up until her heart is mine.”
Ash smiled and patted his best friend on the back, “Go get her tiger.”
He gave him a look and caused Ashley to roll his eyes,
“I mean go get her batman.”
“Thats much better.”

The next morning, you woke up feeling very sick, not wearing a sweater in the cold weather last night really came back to bite you in the ass.
“Choo!!!” you shouted, sneezing so hard and making your nose drip, “Ughhh fuck being sick!” you yelled, your voice echoing in your house.
You heard your cell phone ring next to your bed, You grabbed it and saw it was a text message from Andy asking you if you guys were still on for tonight.
You slapped a hand to your forehead, you completely forgot that you had made plans with him the week before,
“Shit…” you muttered, you texted him back saying that you were really sick and that you cant go out.
Right after you sent that text message, your phone began to vibrate with Andy’s picture on the caller ID. You tapped the green phone button and placed it against your ear.
“Hello?” you greeted with a dull and rough voice.
“(Y/N)? wow you really are sick…”
“Yeah…Im so sorry I cant hang out.”
“Dam you sound roughed up, but dont worry, I’ll take care of you.”
For some reason you felt yourself blush when he said that,
“Uhh..take care of me?”
“Yeah, youre by yourself and you need someone there, I’ll pick up some medicine, make you some chicken noodle soup, and I’ll bring an extra blanket so you could stay toasty.”
“You mean your batman blanket?”
“What? no…I mean yes I mean…shut up I’ll he there in ten minutes!!” he said before hanging up.
You laughed a little and smiled, you thought it was very sweet of him to volunteer to take care of you when he didnt have to.

Moments later he arrived at your place, you left the door unlocked for him so he could come inside. “(Y/N)?” he called out.
“Im in here!” you called back from your bedroom.
He came inside and wrapped his batman blanket around you, he got the cough syrup and nasal spray out of the pharmacy bag and placed the two items on your desk.
“Awww Andy you really dont have to do all this.”
“I know…But I want to…I really do.”
he replied with a really warm and friendly smile, you felt yourself blush again, “Can you hang on to this?”
He handed you the pharmancy bag as he prepared more things for you, you glanced inside and your eyed widened when you saw a black rose inside, you took it out and admired how beautifu it was.
“This for me?”
“Of course, just wanted to give you something to make you smile.”
And it worked, the rose really did make you smile, your favorite flower and your favorite color all in one, youve never even seen a black rose for real before.
“Theres that smile I love so much, guess I did a good job.”
“This is really sweet…thank you Andy. And uh…Im so sorry you have to see me like this I look like complete shit.”
“Not even, you always look beautiful to me, besides you look even prettier without any makeup on.” He complimented.
You became a little surprised, no guy has ever told you look beautiful without makeup, usually you get a “You look tired (Y/N).” or,
“You look sick.” or the ever famous,
“Why dont you go fix yourself up a little.”
What was even more surprising was seeing a different side of Andy, a more sweeter, gentle side of him, almost like a boyfriend type.

After feeding you soup and giving you your dose of medicine, the two of you were now watching batman cartoons and laughing together, this was honestly the greatest time youve had in a while.
“I’ll be right back Im gonna go to the bathroom.” you notify.
“You sure youre not too dizzy to walk?”
“No I’ll be fine dont worry.”
As you got off the bed you began to feel a little woozy the moment your feet touched the floor.
You took a few steps and suddenly your body gave up in a matter of seconds, the next thing you knew your face was against the floor.
Andy was quick to rush by your side and quickly wrapped his arms around you, “(Y/N) that sounded like it hurt are you okay?!” he asked very worried about you.
You didnt say a word, you didnt know if it was his scent, his arms around you, or the fact that his lips were only inches away from yours, but your heart began to race, it raced so much that it also gave you the urge to just kiss him.
You wanted to taste his perfectly shaped lips really badly, you wondered how they would feel sliding off yours, you wondered if you would feel a spark of fire inside of you if you really did kiss them.

You flinched a little and snapped back into reality, “Um…sorry…”
“I said are you okay?”
“Yeah…yeah Im fine….”
“Why were you looking at me like that?”
You shook your head, you felt yourself blush a little, feeling a little embarassed by the thoughts that just ran through your mind. Your heart was still beating against your chest though, that was something you couldnt stop even if you wanted to.
Andy just chuckled and shook it off, he helped you up and lead you to the bathroom,
“I’ll still be here if you need me.”
Moments later, since the medicine was also a sleeping aid it pretty much knocked you out.
You slowly woke up to feel a warmth you never felt before, you lifted your head up to see that it you were right on top of Andy, the entire time you were hearing his heartbeat against your ear, it was music to your ears, the most soothing sound in the world.
“Hm…” he hummed.
“Please wake up.” you softly begged.
Little by little you saw his beautiful eyes emerging and looked straight you, he yawned before you heard his sweet but rough deep voice,
“Hmm? whats the matter?” he began petting caressing your face and your hair, placing it behind your ear.
“You cuddled with me?..”
“No, actually you cuddled with me…I was sleeping and then all of the sudden I felt you climb on top of me…” he responded.
“Aw man…how embarassing.” you said getting off him and sitting on your bed.

He sat up as well and came close behind you, “Why are you embarassed? I liked that you did that.”
“Well I liked it too but…Andy…its a little awkward, especially after I rejected you when you wanted to be with me…but now…I think I wanna be with you…” you confessed, biting your bottom lip.
“You do?” He said surprised.
“Yeah but…now I dont even have a chance with you do I?…”
“(Y/N), I never you said you didnt.”
You turned to face him with a unbelievable expression.
“But I-”
“Forget what happend after the concert, my heart never stopped beating for you (Y/N), why else would I come over here to take care of you?”
You smiled warmly, very touched by how sweet he has been. He took your soft hand in his and put it against his chest,
“You see? still beating very fast right now.”
The two of you laughed a little, he caressed your face and leaned in closer, he kissed your soft lips passionately, and just as you thought, you felt fire inside of you. Andy was truly the man who would own your heart.
“Now can we cuddle again?” he asked, You nodded agreeing and cuddled the hell out of him.
“Im very happy we’re together now.” you whispered
“Yeah…I knew your heart would be mine..”

(Some opinions would be nice please? Im a little insecure about this one since its been a while that Ive written anything heh.)

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I never hear him use the bathroom, but it smells in there. I asked my dad if Damon is pissing in jars, but he acted like he didn’t hear me. That’s the same thing I would do if I had a kid who was pissing in jars, tbh, but it’s still pretty seriously subpar parenting.

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They were driving up to their tiny, new flat. The majority of their stuff was being brought by his uncle’s van tomorrow but Finn’s car had the necessities and for their first night that was all they needed.  Finn looked over to his stunning girlfriend, wondering again how he had gotten her. His Rae mouthing along to The Stone Roses, she would never quite sing in the car with him, but he knew she could carry a tune and constantly wished she would sing a little louder just to give him an excuse to compliment her.

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26. - Better Slow Down; She'll Feel it in the Morning.

This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we put our love first
Somethin’ that we’d die for, it’s our curse
Don’t cry about it, don’t cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We don’t stick together ‘cause we put our love first
Don’t cry about him, don’t cry about him
It’s all gonna happen


I let out a tired sigh as I trekked it in the snow filled street and tried not to slip on the icy sidewalk. My nose was beyond frozen and I couldnt wait to make it back home so I could have a warm shower and bundle up in sweats and a hoodie.

Malakai’s name lit up my phone for the second time in the past five minutes and I quickly quickened my pace towards his house. This unfortunately had been my routine for the past three days.

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one direction preference: he gets carsick

word count: jesus 1329

requested: yurp by anon

AN: hi so because im not really a directioner, i had lots and lots of help from my best friend hefallsasleepshefallsapart so i am in no way taking credit for this so, you can thank the lovely lauren for this anon. hope ya like it (: xx

Carsick Zayn

You were driving to see Zayn’s parents, and you had insisted on taking the wheel. About halfway through the two-hour-long trip, Zayn started giving you one syllable answers to your stories and questions, and you wondered if you had offended him somehow. “Zayn, are you alright?” You asked, looking away from the road to check on him. He looked faintly green, and you immediately pulled over onto the shoulder. When the car was stopped, you devoted your full attention to your boyfriend. “Are you sick?” You asked gently. Zayn nodded weakly. His face was ashen, and you quickly grabbed some plastic bags in case he had to throw up. “I didn’t know you got carsick.” You said. “Yeah, ever since I was a little kid.” He said quietly. “Well what did your mom do to help when you were younger?” You asked. “She sung to me.” Zayn said, a bit sheepishly. “Okay, well I haven’t got the best singing voice, but I’ll see what I can do.” You said hesitantly. You began to sing your favorite song, and watched as the color slowly returned to his face. When you finished, he gave you a half-smile, and a passionate kiss. “What would I do without you?” He said. “Be carsick, I guess!” You said jokingly, as you pulled back onto the highway.

Carsick Niall

You were driving home from a late night out with your friends, seeing as Niall had one too many beers. He glanced silently out of the window for a while, until you started noticing him wincing in your peripheral vision. “What’s wrong?” You asked. “I think- I think I’m gonna be sick,” Niall slurred. You almost swerved off the road as he dry-heaved. You knew he would be pissed when he woke up hungover and with a car full of vomit. He would kill you if you let him get sick in here. You pulled over at a remote gas station and rushed around the side of the car to let him out. He stumbled out and clutched onto you for support, and you led him to the side with grass. He bent over and hurled immediately, and you rubbed his back soothingly. He wiped his mouth, and stood up, shaking slightly. “Can you make it home?” You said, almost amused, if he didn’t look so pitiful. “I would kiss you, but-” He started. “Stay away from me barf-breath!” You said with a laugh. “That sounds like something you call your annoying little brother!” He said with a pout. You laughed again, and kissed him on the cheek. “Let’s get you home.” You said, smiling.

Carsick Harry

“Harry, you don’t have to drive so fast.” You said, a little uneasily. He was going at least 20 miles over the speed limit. “I just want to get there.” He practically growled. “It’ll still be there whenever.” You chuckled. His brow furrowed and he pushed the car a little bit faster. You just rolled your eyes and looked out the window at the blur of trees. Harry coughed suspiciously, and you turned and narrowed your eyes at him. Suddenly, you realized he was covered in a cold sweat, and as you put a hand to his forehead, he was burning up. “Harry, pull over.” You said, concerned. “No.” “Pull over right now.” “I said no!” You sighed and rolled your eyes again. You’d have to do this the hard way, and motivate him with something he really wanted. You pulled his hand over to your lap, and stuck it up your skirt and into your panties before you could regret it. He jumped when he realized what you were doing. “What the hell is this, Y/N?” He said angrily. “Oh, nothing,” You said as innocently as possible. If he had been looking, you would’ve batted your eyelashes. “But, if you want this, or more than this, you’ll pull over and tell me what’s wrong.” He pulled over. “It’s nothing, I just don’t feel well,” He finally admitted, after some pleading on your part. “Jesus Harry, what’s the big deal, here’s some Tylenol, and I’ll drive. Why couldn’t you just tell me?” You asked, exasperated. He mumbled something, and then said it more clearly. “I didn’t want to look weak.” He murmured quietly. “Harry, I stuck your hand up my pants for this?” You deadpanned. He smiled, and said “I wouldn’t mind so much if that happened again.” You just laughed. “Keep driving my friend. And keep dreaming about the one and only time you got in my pants as well.”

Carsick Liam

Liam was sick. Last time Liam was sick, you had to take care of him for weeks on end. You were pretty sure he milked it for all it was worth, and you didn’t want to give him an excuse to do that again. So, you pulled into a gas station and went inside to get him some medicine and a bottle of water. When you came back outside, the door was open and the seat was reclined so that he was laying limply in it. You took out two pills and handed them to him, along with the water bottle. You were leaning into the car, keeping an eye on him, when suddenly, somebody slapped your butt. You stood upright and hit your head on the ceiling of the car, cursing before turning around to see the culprit. It was a sketchy-looking guy with a satisfied smirk on his face. “Having fun taking care of your girlfriend?” He said scathingly. Liam stepped out of the car, and stood at his full height, taller than the man. “Her boyfriend will kick your ass.” Liam said menacingly. The man laughed, and started to make a move on Liam. Quite stupid, really. Liam simply punched him in the face, and the guy was out like a light. You gaped at him. “Come on, get back in the car, I feel better.” Liam insisted. You just smiled at your boyfriend, always so possessive of you. “You didn’t have to knock him out.” You said. “I would’ve done worse.” He said, still angry. “He only slapped my ass.” You said. He turned to you and looked as if you were crazy. “You’re mine, okay?” You just smiled and nodded yes.

Carsick Louis

Your best friend Louis was taking you to the drive in tonight, and you secretly had the biggest crush on him. You sometimes fantasized about kissing him when you two were alone together, but he had never showed any signs of liking you, so you withheld your feelings. As you were almost there, he stopped out of nowhere. It was a desolate stretch of highway, and you hadn’t seen anyone for miles, so you weren’t too concerned about anyone coming. “Louis, what?” You said, confused. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “Are you okay?” You asked softly. “Just feeling a bit sick is all.” He said. You arrived at the drive in and you climbed in the back of the pick-up truck. He lay his head in your lap and stared at the stars while you watched the movie. A little while later, he sat up. You turned towards him. “Feeling better? Have fun looking at the sky?” You joked. “Yeah, but the stars aren’t as gorgeous as you.” He said. “That’s so cliche.” You said, laughing, but his face was solemn. His eyes flicked towards your lips quickly, and if you had blinked, you would’ve missed it. He stared into your eyes almost like he had never seen you clearly before. “I meant it.” He whispered. “Meant what?” You replied, just as quiet. “You’re beautiful.” You were taken aback at this, and as you mulled this over, you found his lips attached to yours. You were so shocked you didn’t respond. “Oh, I’m sorry, I just, I just thought-” He stammered. “Don’t be sorry.” You said, and pressed your lips to his once more

so yup thats it! if you liked it, please like and reblog and go give my homie a follow! if you guys have any requests, my box is always open. peace out lovelies (: xx


Suga x Reader
Rating: M
Warnings: It’s pretty rough so if you’re not comfortable with this stuff please do not read :)
2,934 words (wow that’s long)
Comments: I haven’t written any Suga scenarios and he is my second bias in BTS so why not smut? (Because he’s ruining my life rn) ALSO MY ASK BOX IS HUNGRY PLEASE FEED IT :3
Summary: A relationship filled with distrust, jealousy, anger, and pure lust is something someone who was somewhat sane would run away from. But damn they can call you crazy but you couldn’t stay away, he was just too toxic.

Originally posted by yoongi-min

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The Hanging Men (1/?)

Summary: Emma Swan kills people for a living. Only bad people, mind - and if the stories are anything to go by, Captain Hook is certainly a bad person. Having been charged by the king to track him down, Emma has every intention of getting the job done quickly and quietly. Falling through a portal and getting stuck with the pirate? Definitely not part of the plan.

(Bounty Hunter AU, slow-build CaptainSwan)

A/N: This is the product of a vague idea, writer’s block, and too many pirate fanmixes on 8tracks. Character relationships and backstories have been slightly fiddled with for this AU, as have the dynamics of the Enchanted Forest world.


Everything was going horribly wrong.

Emma swore as she sprinted through the dark, winding streets of the city. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her boots slipping and sliding across the damp cobbles. Rain was coming down in sheets, soaking her through, the lashing wind catching in her hair and her cloak, cutting across any inch of exposed flesh like a cold blade.

And behind her, the shouts of the guardsmen echoed, their heavy footsteps growing louder by the minute. She didn’t dare look behind to see how close they were.

The streets were nearly empty at this time of night, courtesy of the strict curfew imposed by the Baron. The corpulent, corrupt Baron who now lay dead in his bedchamber, thanks to her knife in his throat. That had gone according to plan.

What had not gone according to plan was her escape.

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