i'm going to go stare at the ceiling for 3 hours now

anonymous asked:

Hello... sorry to bother but could you rec some sweet and cute yoonseok fics? (Length doesn't really matter) I'm feeling down and my internet is horrible I can't search anything on Google 😭 thank you in advance if you do... I love your blog so much!!!

Peter Pan and the Lost Boy by wicked_lovely (6,323)

Hoseok is cast as Peter Pan in the school play, and all he wants is someone to practice his lines with. Little did he know, he would find his own lost boy this way.

Medicated by sixtieshairdo (1,893)

As they were not allowed to have their mobile phones with them while attending a music show, they were only aware of the stream of ridiculous tweets Yoongi had posted only after the show ended, which led him to frantically worry that Yoongi had gotten himself drunk from their stash of alcohol in the house. Yoongi had not only taken photos of their televised performance and posted them with random captions, he’d also insisted that he loved them all twice, but the icing of the cake was his tweet that he was washing cherry tomatoes, ending it with his iconic Cypher part 3 closing line, “chop chop chop”.

The others had simultaneously groaned and cackled upon reading Yoongi’s tweet-vomit, but Hoseok was out of his mind worried that the stubborn little fool had gotten sick from alcohol poisoning and that he’d find Yoongi lying in a pool of sick once they entered their house.

He didn’t find Yoongi surrounded by his vomit on his bed. In fact, he didn’t find Yoongi on his bed at all.

The Still Point (Of The Turning World) by inkingbrushes (74,943)

Because Yoongi doesn’t know how this started, or how this will end, but he knows this simple fact: he knows that there is a love between them that is much fiercer than the burning sun. There is that love then, and there is that love now, and surely there will be that same love the next time.

(Or: the one where they’re reincarnated over and over again and Yoongi meets a different version of Hoseok every time but Yoongi is the only one that remembers.)

selene, interrupted at his music by jellyprince (tricycleamoving) (1,516)

“I want to look for my mother.” Yoongi blurts out. The weight of his choker suddenly feels more obvious, the crescent moon pendant heavy at the hollow of his throat.

In which Yoongi is a son of Selene, and Hoseok is the son of Dionysus that keeps him grounded.

Bright Light by signifying_nothing (6,288)

in which yoongi’s ridiculousness is hilarious, until it isn’t anymore.

Bitter & Sweet by soranosuzu (10,021)

Yoongi has been going to the same coffee shop every day for over a year now. He enjoys everything about his morning routine until Hoseok shows up and turns everything upside down. (In which Hoseok is a barista and Yoongi is a salty little shit)

color ring by jisoos (1,178)

hoseok swears he’s going to strangle his soulmate the second he meets him because are you serious? mint green? who the hell dyes their hair mint green? au where your hair changes color whenever your soulmate changes theirs.

And all this devotion (I never knew at all) by inkingbrushes (8,574)

Maybe Yoongi is actually really kind of fucking gone for his best friend.

(Also: Hoseok can’t sit on a secret for very long because he’s terrible at keeping secrets, which is only ironic because he loves Yoongi, too, and Yoongi hasn’t figured it out yet.)

Assembly Required by idyllicblue (6,851)

Hoseok finally moves out to live on his own but is all thumbs when it comes to putting furniture together. Thank god for a certain mint haired Ikea employee.

a question of luck by bazooklets (bazooka) (4,654)

It all started, Hoseok was pretty sure, when he was in his last year of college - and his body had gone on strike after way too many years of abusing it through cram school and tests and all nighters to finish papers at the last minute. It all started when he’d had six hours of sleep over five days and fell into bed and stared at the ceiling. It all started, Hoseok was pretty damn sure, with The Guy.

In which Hoseok has insomnia, and Yoongi has a really really nice voice.

Five Times Morty Tried to Seduce Rick and One Time He Didn't

Morty started off subtle.

Subtlety was key. Rick was smart; he’d take the hint. If Morty came on too strong, Rick would get scared away and Morty probably won’t be able to go on adventures with him anymore. It won’t dawn on Rick soon that his own grandson was hitting on him, but Morty was sure that if he played his cards right, Rick would eventually warm up to the new status quo.  Then Morty could start with step two of plan Get Laid by His Ridiculously Hot Grandfather.

He had to start by chipping through Rick’s emotional defenses. Which, Morty mused, would probably be like chipping through a hundred feet of solid rock, another fifty feet of solid titanium, and another ten feet of solid diamond.

With a spoon.

While being chewed on by a pack of wolves.

Maybe getting on Rick’s good side would help? It would be easy. All he had to do was shut up, help his grandfather, and agree with all his batshit insane schemes to screw over the rest of the multiverse. Maybe if he was a bit more agreeable with Rick, he’d give Morty a chance.

So on his latest adventures with Rick, Morty did just that.

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anonymous asked:

Oh shit, new HC blog. I'm all over this. HCs on how the chocobros react to their s/o telling them they're pregnant?

Oh shit, What up!  Welcome! I love the pregnant ones they’re always so cute or funny! Tell me how I do!



You had to admit, you really weren’t expecting this,  you expected maybe shock or a blank look. After all it was your Noctis, but the reaction you got was completely out of the blue.

You figured that while laying down next to your sweet loving partner, both of you caressing each other as you played around the rim of dreamland, it would actually be cute to tell him the exciting news.

“Noctis,” You called, as he hummed slightly showing he was still on this side of dreamland, yet his eyes remained closed. “Noctis, honey wake up please.”

“Yes?” He asked, pulling you closer. Only finally opening his eyes as you sat up on your bed, a look of hurt, than confusion, finally concern appearing on his face, as you turned to face him.

“Noctis, I’ve got some news.” You begun, as he stared at you wide awake now. Swallowing hard you, decided to just blurt it out, “Noctis, I’m pregnant!”

Now this is where everything went awry, you watched as it dawned on Noctis only to see him warp from the bed, falling to the floor.

“Noct, are you okay?” You gasped, as you crawled over to the side of the bed to see him laying across the ground, smiling at the ceiling.


You could help but smile at his silly grin, you really did love this man.


You needed the perfect timing to tell Prompto, so you decided to take him to see the new Chocobo babies being hatched at the nearby nursery. You stayed back as you wanted him coo and laugh over the cute little ones welcoming the world.

“Sweetie, come take a picture with this one.” Prompto called.

“Don’t you want one of you and one, you’ve been taking pictures of me all day.”  You reply, as you walk over to the blonde, going for his camera.

“But it’s two of my favorite things, Chocobos and you.” He cooed, placing a kiss to your nose, as you giggle.

“Yes, but maybe I want one with all of us.” You stated waving a worker over, as he released his camera to the cute girl wearing the uniform for the hatchery.

The two of you lining up with the family of Chocobos, smiling as the blonde wrapped an arm around your shoulders holding you close.

“All right, on 3.” The girl called as she rose the camera to her eye, “1, 2, 3.”

“Cheese.” “I’m pregnant!”

The camera clicked, as the girl handed you back the camera, with her congratulations before going to stop a kid from riding off into the sunset. Looking at the picture you could help but laugh, at the blonde staring at you in shock in awe, while you smiled at the camera like you were suppose to, looking up to see your love still standing there in shock. You could almost see the gears grinding back to work.

“Your face is perfect!” You laugh.

“You’re, are you serious?” He asked, as you walked up to him.

“Mmhm,” You giggle, as a large goofy smile appeared on that freckled face. Feeling him place a hand on your stomach, as he tilted your head up, pushing a kiss to your lips.


“I’m home!” Gladiolus called, from the front door, as you stood in the kitchen finishing the last of dinner.

“Welcome home babe!” You yell back, as you heard his heavy footsteps coming into the kitchen. Wiping your hands on a rag as you turned to greet him at the archway, having him lean down as you pushed a kissed to his cheek. “How was your day?”

The tall man stretched his long limbs above his head, “Same ole, same ole. What about you, feeling any better?”

You gave a nod, as you stared the man in the eye, you had thought that you had caught a bug going around, so you went to the doctor this morning, “So Iris took me to the doctor today, and well it turns out I don’t have a cold.”

“Really?” Gladiolus muttered walking over to the pot on the stove, seeing that you were making homemade ramen.

“Well, Gladdy,” You smiled as you took his hand into your own. “I’m pregnant! With twins!”

You beam, as the tall man stood before you, only for you to shriek his name as his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he collapsed like a huge tree. Panic engulfed you as you rushed over to the tall man, using a piece of mail to fan his head, pulling out your phone.

“Ignis? Ignis, hi, I’m sorry to call so late, but I need your help… No, no I’m fine, it’s Gladdy… no, no he’s fine. He fainted, yes tell Noct he can come, yes Prompto too. Yes, Noct it’s super funny, but I’d really appreciate it if you help me get the big guy off the kitchen floor, I can’t get to the stove.”

The big guy came around about 10 minutes later, as you assisted him to the living room sofa. After he got his bearings he pulled you close, a huge smile plastered to his face, “Whoa twins!”

Not even Noctis and Prompto laughing at him was enough to stop that goofy grin.


“Are you feeling all right, darling?” Ignis inquired as you both sat down for a light lunch in his office as per the normal lunch date. “This is your favorite.”

You smile softly, as you moved the food on the plate, “It’s fine, dear.”

You had been sitting on this news for over 24 hours and you had just recently gotten over the stun effect of it all, once you sat down across from the man. Taking a fork full of food to your mouth, you hesitated before setting it back down. Immediately setting off the man across from you as he reached out taking your hand.

“Something is bother you, what is it?” Ignis asked, “I do not mean to pry, yet I don’t like that you’re feeling the need to keep something from me. I shall respect your wishes should you not feel ready to speak about it, yet know that I am here.”

You couldn’t help but smile toward the man, as you laced your fingers within his own, “I’m just…Ignis for a while would it be all right if we make meals for 3?”

Ignis sat back in his chair, obviously thrown off by the statement. “I don’t see any problems with that, may I ask why?”

Moving to stand from your chair, you walked over to the man, taking one of his large hands placing it on your stomach, “I’ll be eating for two for a while.” You replied, watching as the man turned to you, than down to where his hand rested on your stomach, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

“It would be my pleasure, my loves.”

Oh Rainy Day ( Sam Holland )

a/n : Hiii!! I’m super excited to post this one as it is my first Sam Holland fic! This was requested by @meetingtheworld, you guys should all go and follow her! She’s got an amazing account. Also @tomhollandhollaatme this ones for you because I know you just LOVE this soft little boy.

Prompts requested : #70, #91, #95

Bold means it’s the prompt :D

Pairing : Sam Holland x reader

Warnings : none :) just fluff

Word count : 1.3k

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I love you all, and I really hope you enjoy!

The book store on 32nd seemed to be the only refuge from the downpour that showed up unannounced. You leapt over the small stream forming on the side of the road, golden red fallen leaves swirling their way to the drain. You scurried across the street, droplets of water running down your face, and collecting on the lid of your coffee mug. As you entered the store, your senses were overwhelmed with coziness. The smell of unread books filled your nose and your heart, and you wonder why this wasn’t the final destination of your walk. Huge blankets and chunky scarves were on sale for the start of the season and your heart sang. You picked up the first book that caught your eye and you began to wander the isles, head down, reading the back of the book. And then you bumped into him. The boy that would turn your world upside down and inside out just by looking into his eyes. He had dropped the book of piano music he had picked out, so you knelt to pick it up for him and your fingers grazed the back of his hand. You had both reached for it at the same time. You looked up at him and found yourself lost in a constellation of freckles that speckled his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. You could barely get the word ‘sorry’ out before he smiled and apologized too. His smile was so genuine that it distracted you from the fact that you had spilt a little bit of your coffee down the front of his shirt.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” You found yourself apologizing again.
“Hey don’t worry about it.” He started to subconsciously rub the splotch of coffee.
“Just wait a second.” You pulled your backpack off and started rummaging through it for some antibacterial wipes. Anything that would make this situation better. You realized that you probably looked like a wet rat, standing in front of the most beautiful human you’d ever seen. “Here!” You cried holding out the package for him. When he took it, this time his fingers touched yours and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as he looked at you with warm smiling eyes. Once he had looked away, you gazed at him, connecting the freckles on his cheeks while he mindlessly wiped away at his shirt. You realized you were still standing there staring at a stranger, flushed from the embarrassment of your klutziness. You wanted to leave but you couldn’t bare to say goodbye to him, even though you didn’t even know his name.
“I’m Sam,” he said breaking the silence and almost reading your thoughts, “I would have loved to meet you in another way then this,” he chuckled finishing with the stain on his shirt. “But still, it’s a pleasure.” He held out his hand.
“Y/n,” You smiled, shaking his hand gently, “and the pleasure is all mine.”
“Walk with me,” He said turning away and looking back over his shoulder at you. The floor to ceiling shelves of books became home to a building relationship. Sam asked you about your family and your aspirations as you ran your fingers along the spines of the books you walked past. You felt yourself opening up to him, something you’d never done with someone you had just met. But it felt so right.
“Do you want to sit down?” You motioned towards a couch by a window. He followed you closely, you could feel his presence behind you; it was almost calming. The couch gave way to your frame and you felt a shift beside you. You looked out at the park the window was facing; yellow and red leaves danced as the rain pattered down on them and the window in front of you creating a lovable rhythm. The trees through the window seemed more colourful now that Sam was beside you. Turning to him and putting your leg up on the couch you asked “I want to know more about you.” His eyes gleamed at your interest in him, and a smile crossed his face.
“Well I was born in Kingston, and I have a 3 brothers, one of which is my twin.” He exclaimed proudly. He continued to tell you about his family, about his dog, and about his love for music and acting. You listened intently, wanting to soak up every little thing you possibly could. You wanted to remember everything about this boy. Everything that made him who he was. “If there was a piano here I’d show you.” He finished.
“Can you show me one day?”
“One day, love, I promise.” You sighed in content, leaned your head on his shoulder then his lap; almost impulsively, and slid further down the couch, bringing both of your feet up now. he didn’t seem to mind how comfortable you were with him, maybe he felt the click too. Sam opened up a book that he had absentmindedly picked off the self while walking by. You both sat in silence, but it was nice, like you had known him for ages instead of an hour and a half. Maybe you were meant to meet, in this book store on 32nd, and maybe you were meant to fall in love with him. Although you were content, you broke the silence.
“Can you read to me?”
“Of course.” His soft voice lulled you into a shallow sleep; you pictured him. The way he ran his fingers through his hair, the urge you had to ruffle it up just to see him fix it again. How his eyes danced when he spoke about something he loved. You felt a soft tingle on the top of your head, and you realized that he was mindlessly playing with your hair as he read through the book, reciting it almost poetically.
His voice was like velvet when he spoke, “Can I hold your hand?” His lack of continuation afterwards told you that he wasn’t reading from the book at this point. You opened your eyes and smiled. You answered him by slipping your hand into his and intertwining your fingers.

The world seemed to stop, like the universe had found the last piece of the puzzle it had been missing for years, it fit into place perfectly.

“Would you care to dance with me love?”
“Here?” You asked hopefully, not wanting to go outside.
“No silly, in the rain.”

Just as you were about to go out the door into the rain, you stopped and tugged on Sam’s arm.
“What’s the matter love? What are you afraid of?” You looked longingly into his eyes, he seemed genuinely concerned.
“I’m afraid you won’t like how I turn into a lion once my hair dries.” He smiled, eyes gleaming.
“Darling, you’ll look beautiful no matter what, and I don’t even have to see it to know it’s true.” Your heart sang in utter content as you pushed the door open into the rain.

At first it was cold, the rain running down your shirt, dripping down your back, seeping into your soul. But when he gently wrapped his arm around your waist and placed his hand on the small of your back, the water in your soul evaporated, replaced by all of the warmth you would ever need. He spun you, you tilted your head back in pure bliss, laughing with your mouth open. You tasted the rain falling from the sky, it pooled in the back of your mouth and it was fresh, like a new start. You looked at him, the way his wet hair fell over his forehead, the way the caramel droplets on his face that were freckles, seemed to glow in the new found sunlight. And then you realized it wasn’t the sun. His hazel eyes reflected the fire that he had set in your soul.

People Grow Apart

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word count: 1,199

(A/N: I’m thinking about doing a part two but I'm not 100% sure yet)

Originally posted by sugutie

“12?” Jungkook asked as he stared at his math homework in complete confusion, his body sprawled out flat on his bed.

“how..how did you even get that answer?” you asked in complete shock as you looked at your working to compare it with his. You tapped the desk you sat at in deep thought before Jungkook spoke.

He let out a frustrated groan before closing his math textbook lazily. “let’s take a break” he said before turning over onto his back and staring at the ceiling. 

“you really don’t like math do you?” you asked as you scooted your chair closer towards the bed.

 He let out a shaky chuckle before shaking his head. “not one bit..buts its fine, I’m not gonna need it anyway” he shrugged as he sat up excitedly.

 “do you think ill make it as an idol?” he asked worriedly as he searched my face for an answer. 

“well, of course you will idiot if anyone can it’s you” you smiled as his face lit up with happiness.

 “promise you’re not lying? I swear to God Y/N if you’re just saying that cause I’m your best friend ill die” he exclaimed as his shoulder slouched in anxiety. 

“Jungkook, I swear I’m not lying! You’ll be great, I can see it now” I said nodding my head happily. 

Jungkook has always been the talented one out of the two of you so you knew he’d make it big. Even though you were extremely happy for him it didn’t help that you also had a massive crush on the dork and have had one for a while. Your face suddenly dropped at the realisation that Jungkook would have to leave to pursue his dreams.

 “what’s wrong?” Jungkook asked as concern flooded his face he scooted closer to the edge of the bed. 

“does this mean we can’t be best friends anymore?” you asked sadly as you stared at the floorboards beneath you. 

“no! of course not, who else would I be best friends with?” he asked confused as he scratched his head in confusion.

 “I mean…you’ll be so far away and probably way too busy to even talk to me” you stated as a small tear rolled down your face. He was quiet for a while until he held his pinkie in front of my face.

 You tilted your head to the side in confusion as he cleared his throat loudly. “I, promise that I will never stop being Y/Ns best friend just like she will never stop being mine” he stated loudly. 

You laughed happily before nodding your head and joining your pinkie with his. You don’t know what’s going to happen in the future but for right now, yours and Jungkook’s relationship remained strong.


“Hey Y/N didn’t you have a best friend called Jungkook?” Kasey asked you as the two of you watched the new BTS comeback. A lined smile came across your face as you nodded your head. 

“hey isn’t Jungkook from BTS from the neighbourhood?” she asked as you continued writing your English essay and she reached for more chips. You nodded your head again as she looked between you and the T.V.

“weird…” she whispered as her brain calculated the sum she had been given. Suddenly a gasp escaped her lip; she pointed to the singing boys and back to you.

 “no freaking way!” she exclaimed in disbelief as you nodded your head not looking up from your laptop.

 “Anyway, we should probably start heading out, we don’t want to keep everyone waiting” you say as you grab your jacket. 

“especially, Dara, she gets so mad when she’s hungry” Kasey said shivering from personal experiences. You laughed as you guys made your way down to the streets.

 You and Jungkook haven’t really spoken in around 3 years, it’s not like you haven’t spoken at all, there is the odd hellos and hows life, but that’s about it… Your prediction was basically correct, he was just too busy.

 “Y/N I’m going to go by that handbag really quick, just wait here I’ll be back!” she said quickly before dashing into the store, not even waiting for a reply.

 You sighed deeply as you rested your back against the store’s glass window, it wasn’t ice cold but cold enough to have you wrapping your arms around your body in hopes to warm up. As you gazed up at the night sky, you closed your eyes quietly listening to the footsteps of people around you.

“Y/N?” you heard a soft surprised voice speak. As you opened your eyes and looked for the source of the voice. A mature Jungkook stood in front of you, eyes opened and mouth slightly hung open in shock. 

You stared at him with the exact same expression he was staring at you with. “er- Jungkook hey? how’s it going? I didn’t know you were back” you asked the boy as he looked you up and down in shock.

 A small blush came onto your cheeks as he examined you after 3 years of not seeing you. 

“y-yer I’m good thanks, were just arrived like an hour ago, I was er going to text you actually…how are you?” he asked sheepishly as he looked everywhere but your eyes.

 “iI'mdoing good actually…yer almost graduation time so…” you answered not really sure what to say to him anymore. It would have been awkward if you hadn’t known each other for so long.

“what are you doing tonight? Do you maybe want to hang out?” he asked as he scratched the back of his head nervously. 

You mmed sadly as you shook your head “sorry, but ive actually got plans. What about tomorrow?” you asked back as he copied your previous action.

“we have rehearsal…are you free any other time this week?” he asked hopefully.

 Going through all the stuff you should do this week you shook your head sadly. 

“Looks like were both busy” he chuckled, remembering our conversation from ages ago. You chuckled along with him admiring that laugh you so very much loved.

 “Y/N im ready-“Kasey piped as she walked out of the store suddenly stopping as jungkook came into view. 

“Maybe next time” he whispered as you nodded your head sadly.

“You’re doing really well by the way, I knew you’d be good” you smiled at him before you and Kasey started walking towards were your other friends were waiting. 

As you glanced back you saw him staring at the two of you, he gave you a small wave goodbye and he sighed and started walking in the opposite direction. 

“why did it feel like that’s the last time you two are ever going to talk?” Kasey asked hesitantly. 

Your shoulders rose and down as you took a deep breath of air.

 “Probably because it was” you sighed as you took in the last memory you would have of your childhood best friend. 

“I guess people really do grow apart” you whispered to yourself.

 As you entered the restaurant filled with people of your present and very near future; the feelings of the boy from your past lingered in the back of your mind. 

Let Sleeping Moms Lie

A/N: The second of the three little fics I have for @theysangastheyslew :3 This time from Riza’s point of view. All she wants is one good night’s sleep~

Looking back, there were many instances where Riza regretted not returning to sleep after having been woken up prematurely. Times where she forced herself out of bed, telling herself to indulge in the tranquility the early morning often brought with it. She had seen the sun rise more times than she could count, oftentimes with a piping hot cup of coffee in hand. Other times she was awake far before the sun was, and she would marvel at how still everything would be. How the streetlamps illuminated the dew droplets that had settled on the small patches of grass outside her apartment, giving the ground an appearance that rivaled the starlit sky above. There were times when she would trade sleep to satisfy that craving and now, as she laid awake staring up at the ceiling of their bedroom, she wondered why she ever did. If she could get back all those hours she had neglected sleep, she gladly would.

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Vital: Part One - Terra (A Yondu x Reader fic) Chapter 3/?: Hold On, I’m Comin’

Click here for: Chapter One | Chapter Two

Rated M for language and future NSFW chapters (these will be marked as such).

So this chapter started out even longer than the last one, so I broke it in two. ;) Will post chapter 4 later today.

It’s late that night when you leave the hospital. As soon as your shift ended, your mind immediately went to Yondu. You were nervous about leaving an alien to his own devices in your home all day, but he said he wouldn’t hurt you, and he wouldn’t steal from you, and you decided that you had to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Hours later, you’re still nervous, but for a different reason – a have vague sense of growing apprehension that you can’t pin to any specific source. As you get in your car, you see dark clouds rolling in, and you try to swallow back the anxiety building in the pit of your stomach. You drive a little faster on the way home, fingers tapping impatiently on the steering wheel.

By the time you pull in your garage, rain is falling steadily.

You fumble with the door lock in your haste to open it, and the moment you walk inside, you know something is wrong. You feel it. “Yondu?” you call, placing your keys down. There’s no answer. You walk through the living room, past the dining room, and into the kitchen, but all are empty. Swallowing, you go up the stairs, hoping and praying that he is in his bed, sleeping. 

He’s not there. Your room and the bathrooms are also dead ends.

You go back down the stairs, now looking for some sort of sign that his crew picked him up, but everything is as you left it earlier, with the exception of an empty bag of chips on the couch, and a jar of peanut butter on Yondu’s tray with spoon stuck in it, which you doubt is a message. You look around carefully, deliberately taking note of anything that looks amiss.

Your eyes land on the sliding door, and you see it’s unlocked - that is not the way you left it.

With a gasp, you recall Yondu’s earlier words. If I can get back to my ship, there might be something I can find. Your face pales. If he ripped his stitches, he might be bleeding out, alone out there in the field or the woods somewhere. You snatch your raincoat, grab a flashlight, and stuff a roll of bandage into your pocket. You grab a blanket off the couch and tuck it under your arm in a messy roll. As a crack of lightning splits the sky in the distance, you race out into the field behind your house.

The flashlight beam cuts through the dark field in all directions, but you run towards the tree line at the far end. “Yondu! Yondu, can you hear me?” The wind is picking up, carrying your voice away. You shout louder, still running. “Yondu!“ 

You cry out as you trip over a stone and go flying, landing hard on your knee as you try to keep the blanket out of the mud. "Dammit!” You scramble for your flashlight, which you dropped, and wipe the mud off it on your sleeve. You massage your sore knee for a second, then get back on your feet and continue your pace, sweeping the flashlight beam from side to side. The grass is dead, but it’s still tall, and if he’s fallen or lying down you might miss him.

Your heart crawls into your throat and stays there, a uncomfortable lump. Your anxiety is reaching a high, and you have the same sense of foreboding that you got when the man in the military uniform came to the hospital to inform you about your brother. 

You slow as you get to the tree line, brushing your way past branches and kicking through the brush. “Yondu!” The trees shield your voice from the wind, and it seems loud. You make your way around a large tree and gasp. A huge, bird-like ship lies mangled on the forest floor, small trees crushed under its weight. The windows are broken - one tree branch has punctured the main windshield; the wings bent and torn. Shrapnel lies everywhere, some even embedded into the tree trunks.

“Yondu?” you cry, stepping carefully around the wreckage. “Answer me! Where are you?” You skirt the hull and as you turn to duck around one of the wings, you almost trip over him. You gasp and fall to your knees, ignoring the wet leaves and soil soaking through the knees of your scrubs. “Yondu, Yondu wake up.” You pull him against you, cradling his head, and to your relief he lets out a loud groan.

“Shiiit,” he groans again. Breathing heavily, his eyes open and roll up to you. “Darlin’?”

“Oh geez, Yondu." His skin is chilled but sweaty. You shake out the blanket and wrap it around his shoulders. "Are you okay?” Looking down and lifting his shirt carefully, you see blood smeared across his midsection. You bite back a noise of frustration. He broke the stitches. You told him to take it easy. Keep it together, you scold yourself. Don’t get angry. You shake his shoulder lightly. “Yondu. Look at me, focus. Can you walk?" He swallows, pauses, then nods, gripping the bent trunk of a sapling for support, and you see there’s something clutched in his hand. "Give me that,” you order, taking it out of his hand. It’s some kind of metallic arrow. You wonder at it for a second, then stick it in your coat pocket. “Lean on me,” you say, slinging an arm about his waist and pulling his arm over your shoulder. “That’s it. Take it nice and easy.”

He leans against you heavily, his footsteps slow. You have no idea how much blood he’s lost, or how long he’s been out here in the damp and cold. “One foot in front of the other. You’re doing great.” His hand clenches your shoulder, and you bite your lip against the pain as he stumbles and his nails dig through your jacket.

After what seems like an eternity, you reach the house. You get him onto the dining room table, where he collapses, head lolling to one side. You take his temperature, which seems a little high, and blood pressure and pulse, and work on removing the stitches. It’s not on purpose per say, but as you put new stitches in, you’re not as gentle as you were the first time. You warned him, gave him specific instructions before you left, but you should have known. You could tell he was stubborn right from the get-go. You sigh and settle back in your chair. It’s going to be a long night. Sipping on coffee, you monitor him for hours, only leaving his side to change into some dry clothes and to use the bathroom. 

When he wakes at last at about 3 in the morning, he seems surprised at his surroundings. “The hell am I?” he asks gruffly, and you jump - you were starting to doze off. He starts to sit up.

“Don’t you move!” you snap at him, and he stills, ruby eyes darkening into a crimson glare at you. “And don’t you look at me like that. You could have died!” You throw your arms in the air. “What the hell were you thinking, going out there in your state? I told you to stay put, or those stitches would come out-”

“Y'all don’t tell me what to do,” he snarls.

You’re a little startled at his tone, but you’re too angry to be afraid of him right now. You put your hands on your hips. “I do when I’m your doctor.”

“"Y'ain’t my doctor,” he hisses.

“Well I don’t see anyone else taking care of you right now!” you reply through gritted teeth. “Seriously, what you were thinking? Going out for - for this thing?” You snatch the arrow off the counter and wave it in front of him. “You couldn’t wait until morning? It couldn’t wait until your healed up?”

“Might be the only way m'crew can find me,” he growls. “It ain’t like yer around to ask, workin’ these stupid long ass hours.”

“Don’t you talk to me like that,” you snap back. “I saved your life!” A pang of regret strikes you at the words - you never, ever pull that card on anybody, but he’s got you riled up.

“I didn’t ask ya to!” he shouts, bolting upright. He lets out a sharp cry; his hand flies to his side.

All anger momentarily forgotten, you gasp and rush to him, supporting him. “Yondu! Careful, lay down before you open it up again!”

“Don’t ya… give me orders….” he says. He tries to say it menacingly, but his voice comes out panting.

“Just lay down,” you say softly, with a gentle push on his shoulder. “Please.”

He doesn’t argue with you this time, and you inspect his side. Thankfully the stitches held, but there’s a little blood at the edges of the wound, which you pad with gauze and medical tape.

You slump into the seat at his side, and you just stare at one another for a several minutes.

“How long I been lyin’ here?”

You glance at the microwave clock. “About three or four hours, I don’t know. I can’t remember when we got back.”

“When’d ya get home?”

“A little before that. When I couldn’t find you, I freaked out. You had me worried sick.”

His eyes widen slightly and he adjusts his head on the pillow to look at you more fully. “You was worried, ‘bout me?”

You nod. “Well yeah, of course I was.”

“Why?" comes the hoarse, unbelieving whisper.

"Because I don’t want to see you hurt, I didn’t want you to die out there,” you say quietly. “Now get some sleep.”

“Why not?”

You let out an exasperated laugh. “Wh-what? What kind of question is that? I don’t wish death on anybody! Besides, I’m sure you have people that care about you, back wherever you came from! Like - what was his name? Kraglin? And Quill? I’m sure they don’t want to lose you, right?”

Yondu grows absolutely still. His eyes glaze over slightly, remembering something you can’t even guess at. He turns his head back, staring up at the ceiling, lips pressed tightly together. You’re not sure, but you think you see the glint of tears in his eyes. You don’t mention this, and instead grab a blanket off the couch and drape it over him.

“Get some sleep,” you repeat. “I’m going to stay here on the couch, in case you need anything during the night. I work the late shift again tomorrow so I don’t have to go in early.” You turn off the lights, make sure he has water near him in case he wants it, and curl upon the couch, closing your eyes.

You don’t see Yondu crane his neck to watch you.

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Anonymous asked you:

May i request an after-verse prequel drabble/fic? :3 (if not, it’s totally fine!!!) the moment leading to and the moment annabeth and percy decide it’s not working out.

WARNING, THIS IS A STUPIDLY SAD AND KIND OF VIOLENT FIC. The gist of the After verse is that six months after everything is over, Percy and Annabeth break up because they’re destroying each other. Tht fic details how they come back together, but this one details the moment they fall apart, and it’s Not Nice.


It’s all over the night she goes to Piper’s.

Not that Percy realises that right away. He’s too busy destroying his furniture, Riptide in his hands and smashing through the other bunks, the walls, the stupid fountain. It’s not the first time he’s done it, and the cabin bears the marks of his ineffective repairs from the past.

Percy doesn’t care. He’d screamed at Annabeth to get out, both hating her in that moment, and terrified that he was about to hurt her. She’d spat something back at him (he doesn’t remember what), and done just that.

It’s not the first time that’s happened, either. Especially not recently. It’s been getting worse, both of them clinging to each other and spinning out of control. Sometimes things are okay – sometimes they have moments. But those moments are getting few and far between, lost to a rising tide of anger and hate and despair.

The tide’s supposed to go out again. But this is reality, not some pretty, perfect metaphor, and Percy has never been so afraid of drowning.

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Ashton Imagine! (I really suck at titles) So if you have a better one for this please let me know

Hey guys! SO I’m in an Ashton mood tonight so I thought hey… let’s rip my own fucking heart out and make this soo uhm here you go… I hope you don’t cry as much as I did…

    You sat and played with the hem of your shirt looking at the white lace and examining it.. trying to avoid Ashton as much as you could. Yes, he was your boyfriend but something changed once he left for tour. He became distant and rarely called you or texted you. The only time you guys talked was when you were forced. You went to one of their shows in London to be with him but he acted so distant and rude, you couldn’t take it anymore, so you confronted him and he was cold.. “I’m just tired, Y/N. So if you could hop off my back that’d be great.” You hated when he did stuff like that which became a reoccurring issue for him, so you thought you’d give him a taste of his own medicine. Everytime he’d talk to you on the tour bus, you’d make your answers short and simple. But this time, he had exploded on you. He was yelling left and right which only got you fired up and you yelled back.

“Grow some fucking balls, Ashton. Because I’m sick to death of hearing your bullshit excuses for ignoring me and treating me like shit!”

“I treat you like shit? Y/N, I travel for a living, I perform nearly every night. Then I go to my bunk and crash. I’m not there screwing other girls, I’m not drinking or doing drugs. I’m just fucking tired and I know that when I call you all you want to talk about are the fucking rumors about me. THAT AREN’T EVEN FUCKING TRUE!”

He sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands, taking big long breaths and trying to calm down. You sat down across from him and stared at the boy you once loved with all of your heart, but now… He’s dangling by a thread.

“I can’t do this anymore, Ashton.” You said, breaking the silence. But all you did was make it worse. Ashton’s eyes shot up to you and looked around, he licked his lips and then looked at you.

“Me either, Y/N. I’m unhappy, you’re unhappy. We’re only making this worse for each other so… you can see yourself to the door.” He said quietly.

You felt like you were being stabbed, as much as you fought, you loved Ashton, you wanted him to apologize but instead… he ended your relationship. And it was obvious that you meant nothing to him. You started wiping tears from your face. You stood up and grabbed your purse and started walking to the bus door. You opened it and stepped out. The cold air hitting your face causing your cheeks to turn red. You felt that disgusting horrible feeling in the back of your throat when you’re holding back tears. You got in your car and drove away to the nearest airport to go home.

    While waiting for your plane you got a call, your eyes were too swollen and filled with tears to see who was calling so you just answered it, trying to gain some self control. You heard his Australian accent crack and break through the phone. He’s been crying too.

“Y-Y/N. Don’t go. Please baby, don’t go. I need you, I-I’m s-so sorry Y/N. I’ll never let you go” He cried into the phone. 

You took a deep shaky breath and sighed into the phone and looked at the ceiling.

“You already did.” It took every ounce of self control to hang up but you managed to do it. You held your phone to your chest and cried very hard again. You just needed to feel happy again, without Ashton, without the boys… without anyone, you needed to fix yourself, right now; you felt stripped and broken, like half of you was missing. You closed you eyes since you had 3 hours until the next flight home… it was expensive since you lived in another country. You recalled every memory of you two and it only made you doze off but you still thought of the memories that were useless now. 


I have a part 2 for this so if you want it just let me know :)

I cried… enough said.

-Bailey :)

I needed to write self-indulgent sourin cuddles after the last episode, since we can either mope over the fact they probably won’t get anymore meaningful interaction or write senseless fluff.  This is in an au where Sousuke follows Rin to Australia to become one of his coaches or something.  

Sousuke prides himself on his prime condition, which includes his carefully regulated sleep schedule.  Even after retiring from competitive swimming, he rarely deviates from his strict health regime, to the point that Rin openly mocks him- not that the redhead really has room to talk, of course.

So, when Sousuke is awoken in the middle of the night shivering and feeling like he might freeze to death, he’s pretty peeved.  And a bit confused, considering he’s normally the one kicking off blankets or pushing away his hotbox of a boyfriend, even in the dead of winter.   It takes another second of groggy irritation for him to realize that said blankets and boyfriend are mysteriously absent.

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mirri-san  asked:

If you don't continue the coma fic I'm going to actually scream. It's brilliant and I'm dying.

Anon 1:  Hi! I don’t want to bother you, but would you be continuing the coma fic? Sorry for my english!

princessoffuckdom: More coma fic?

Anon 2: Coma fic! Coma fic! :^D

Anon 3: Coma fic? Please? I’m kinda dying everyday a little more inside bc you don’t update :(

Anon 4: can you please please please continue the comic? (i have had a ruff day i need it ^.^)

potterwholocklover: Coma fix?pls? I’m dying here… SaVE mE

Anon 5: More coma fic please!

ohgygia:*chants* continue the coma fic continue the coma fic continue the coma ficccc

potterwholocklover: So, hi, me again, please continue the coma fix? Its amazing!

Anon 6: Welp now I’m kind of in love with you’re coma Nico series. If it isn’t too much trouble will you be continuing it? You’re writing is awesome btw <3

Anon 7: Would you continue the ‘coma fic’ please? I really enjoy reading it.

Anon 8: can you continue the coma fic plz?

Anon 9: Can you please continue the coma Nico fic please let it be fluffy and adorable and I love them so much

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Will hadn’t been able to force himself to call an ambulance. The last time he did that, he lost his Nico. Tearing open two sugar packets, Will dumped them in his coffee groggily. Nico had been admitted two hours ago, and diagnostic tests were running slow today.

Will’s mind had been a swirling vortex of what if’s all morning. What if he got a concussion when he hit the floor? What if they find something else? 

What if Nico went into another coma?

They’d been here a total of two hours and Nico hadn’t stirred from unconsciousness. Will knew that it was possible and his heart gave a painful squeeze. He’d lost his Nico six months ago, but even the shell devoid of any of Nico’s memories was better than a silent husband laying in a hospital bed.

A nurse, Julia, if he’d remembered correctly, came and got Will’s attention. “Dr. Solace?”


“Your husband’s awake. He’s asking for you.”

She let out a squeak when Will dropped his coffee cup on the floor, but he was already down the hall way before she could yell at him.

Reaching Nico’s room, he hesitantly stepped inside to find Nico sitting up with a dazed look on his face while a nurse adjusted a fluid bag. 


Brown eyes settled on him and Will took a deep breath before walking in the room. He took a seat next to the bed, twisting his hands in his lap. “Do you know who I am?” He almost didn’t want an answer. He couldn’t stand to have his heart broken all over again. 

“Will.” Nico exhaled the word like he’d been holding it in for the past six months. Like a sigh that finally put him to rest. “Will, what happened?”

Will was too stunned to move. He felt the tears running down his cheeks, but he couldn’t find it in himself to wipe them away. When the nurse left, he carefully crawled in bed next to Nico.

“I thought I lost you.” He whispered almost silently. Nico craned his head to look at him. 

“Will, what’s going on? Where am I? Why are you crying?”

“What do you remember?” Will was staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t meet Nico’s eyes.

“I remember you driving my SUV. Then nothing.” 

Will’s stomach heaved. Of course Nico couldn’t remember anything after the accident. He felt another round of tears streak down his cheeks. “We were in a crash. You were in a coma for three months. When you finally woke up, you couldn’t remember anything. You didn’t know who I was.” He felt Nico stiffen beside him. “Then you fainted this morning. So I brought you back here.”

“Will, I,” Nico trailed off into silence. Will refused to look at his face.

“Who am I to you?”


“Who am I to you?” Will repeated.

“You’re my husband.” 

Will felt like a hundred pound weight had been lifted off his chest. The past six months had been hell for Will, but they had finally paid off. Nico was his again.

But hundred pound weights didn’t just sit on your chest without breaking a few bones. The thing is, you don’t know what’s broken until the weight’s gone.

“Dr. Solace?” A young man with black hair and black glasses stood in the doorway. “May I speak with you?”

“Of course.” Will sat up, sliding off the bed and stepping out of Nico’s room.

“I’m Dr. Grant. Nico’s primary doctor.” He held his hand out and Will shook it. “You’re Nico’s husband, correct?”

Will nodded and he got the feeling that this man would tell him exactly how many bones the weight broke.

“We found something.”




I admit I’m a bit of a victim in the worldwide system too
But I’ve found my sweet escape when I’m alone with you

At school Luke was who everyone looked up to, who everyone wanted to be friends with. Who everyone wanted to be. He was basically the hottest guy in your school. Football player, a little bit of a bad boy, in a band; thank kind of stuff. He was a typical teenager. Everyone you knew had a crush on Luke (you had a pretty huge crush on him too, but you never liked to admit it).

You had always thought Luke wasn’t quite a distant person. Whenever he was with his friends he never seemed comfortable. But since everyone else believed he was you decided to too.

One day, your whole view on Luke Hemmings, the not-quite-perfect-teen, changed. You were in your last lesson of the day, English. Instead of sitting in his usual seat Luke sat on the other side of the room from you but one row in front. You dismissed this because you thought he was purely trying to get attention. Half way through the lesson you noticed someone staring at you, you glanced over in their direction, it was Luke. You tired to forget about him staring at you but it was impossible, you knew your cheeks were burning. So the only thing you could think of to stop him from staring was to stare straight back at him. You gave him a sharp stare as he just laughed and flashed a smile, revealing his dimples. Instantly, ashamed that your plan didn’t work, you looked down. Another 5 minutes later, Luke had stopped staring and was writing. In 2 minutes the piece he was writing was handed to you by the person next to you. Pretending not to care, you opened this letter as you read:

hey, i noticed you staring, maybe you’d like to stare at my face some other time, like after school. maybe we can get to know each other…

luke xx

A smile crept onto your face as you shook your head slowly, still staring at Luke’s scrawly hand writing. You scribbled down a quick okay then, see you after class… on the paper, folded it and handed it back to your neighbor.

You couldn’t wait till after class. You kept looking at the clock in hope that it would be the end of the lesson. Then finally, the bell rung out over the school, you glanced over at Luke who had a huge smile on his face. You waited till your teacher dismissed you to walk over to Luke. You didn’t want to seem too eager. but before you could even blink Luke was out of the classroom, this confused you. You felt a sinking feeling inside of you as the sad realization of the whole ‘Luke thing’ being a joke. You left school with your head held low. It was when you reached the gates when you saw Luke again, beaming, leaning on his crappy car. He walked up to you and kissed your forehead. You were, again, confused. What the hell was he playing at?

'Hi,’ he smiled looking down at you

'Hey,’ you half-smiled

'So-um-(Y/N) I was thinking if we could go back to my place for a bit and just-er-chill?’ he seemed so nervous. it was strange how someone so confident with everyone else could be so nervous in a certain persons presence you thought.

'Yeah sure,’ you giggled. He lead you into his car.

The two of you arrived at his place and his parents weren’t in, thank god! You followed him into his room as he told you to sit anywhere. He disappeared downstairs and and reappeared within 3 minutes with a tub of ice cream, cookies and a selection of films. Wow this was a different Luke to what you’d seen all these years at school. The cool, calm boy now seemed all precious and nervous. 

'I was thinking we could just watch a few films, chat and eat until you have to go…’ he looked at the floor then up to you.

'Yeah that sounds great Luke,’ you beamed. Luke and you sat/lay enjoying each others company for hours/ It had been quiet for a good 20 minutes when Luke said

'You know you really are something. I always see you at school, I think you’re gorgeous and amazing…’ he barely whispered looking at you. You turned your whole body to face him as you cupped his face in your hand and kissed him hard, passionately. In the end you both pulled away, speechless and giggling. Before kissing him again he said something that shocked you

’(Y/N), when I’m with you time stops, it feels like everything is beautiful and I never want my time with you to end. You know I only act like a bit of a dick at school to fit in. But when I’m around you, I feel I don’t need to pretend.’



You are my getaway
You are my favorite place

Touring with Calum had been hard, incredibly hard. The two of you had never got time together any more. Even though it was better then being away from each other all the time it was still hard. He was either on stage, locked away in a security room before their concert, meeting fans, or too tired. It was chaos but he was dealing with it. You weren’t. You missed the old Calum. The old easy-going Calum.

It was another day of touring and meeting fans, but it was the last day of touring and meeting fans. The boys and you were happy, everyone could tell. Even though they loved touring sometimes it got too much for them at times. The tiredness would always defeat them, sometimes Michael fell asleep whilst eating breakfast. When the last show was over you could not contain your happiness. Cal got off stage, a massive grin on his face and filed his arms open to embrace you. Giggling the pair of you went to spend your last night in the tour bus before you left for home.

Two days later you and Calum were in Australia, lying in your shared bed staring at the ceiling.

'God I’ve missed this,’ Calum whispered

'Same, the past month has been so hard on the both of us,’

'I feel sorry for you babe, never seeing me,the reason you came on tour with me was to be with me, you hardly saw me!’ you knew he was getting angry and upset but you didn’t know why exactly.

'Calm down Cal, it’s okay. we’ve got each other now and that’s all that matters. My moments with you on tour meant a lot to me. Even though they were short lived, I enjoyed every second of them.’ You turned on your side, facing him, hoping Calum would do the same.

'I suppose…’ he turned over to face you, ’(Y/N) I just love you so much and I never want to lose any more time then I have to with you. In the middle of all this madness you and the boys. You mainly,’ he smiled 'are the only stable things in my life at the moment. When I see you or when I’m with you everything seems 10 times more beautiful then it already it. The madness stops and all I can think about is you.’ You planted a quick kiss on his cheek and laughed and said a quick 'I love you, Calum Hood,’ before being enveloped into Calum’s chest, his arms wrapped around you. And the two of you fell asleep, in a tangled mess of arms and legs.


Turn off the radio
Those late night TV shows

You and Michael were caught up in your own lives at the moment, you never saw each other a lot anymore. You used to see each other every day, if it was at his house, your house, the mall, the park, anywhere. Michael and you had been best friends for over 7 years and you had been through everything together. You never saw each other as much anymore because as soon as his band hit the jackpot he was only home around 30% of the time and you were busy with college so when he was home you never had time or no one told you. You were happy for him though, ever since the day you met him you knew what he wanted in life and you knew that he would get there. Life, for you without Michael was boring. You never wanted to call him in case of the time zones or maybe it seemed like you were being clingy. You had almost got to the point where you didn’t care if it seemed clingy anymore, you needed to talk to your best friend. But there was always this horrifying thought in the back of your head that he would have forgotten about you.

You were sitting in your dorm, studying, when your phone started to ring. You immediately pounced on it. It was Michael, you let it ring once more before you answered it.

'Hello?’ a deep rasp called from the other line

'Michael?’ you answered

'Yes?’ he laughed

'Oh my god it’s you!’ you laughed. You were giddy with excitement and happiness.

’(Y/N), I’m so glad to hear your voice. I can’t remember how long it’s been since we last talked…’

'It’s been a while Clifford,’ you retorted with a sharp edge to your voice

'I know, it has been a while. I’m so sorry (Y/N),’ he sounded apologetic 'But I’m going to make it up to you this week!’

'Wait-What? Michael? What do you- oh my god I get it now!’ you laughed

'We got there eventually… Yeah so anyway this week, starts from now. Be at my place in 15 minutes.’ Before you could reply the line went dead. You got changed so quick and practically jogged to Michael’s house. You checked the time when you got to his door 11:05 pm. 'Quite late,’ you mumbled but you didn’t care; and of course to Michael the night was still young. You rang the bell and within an instant the door swung open to reveal a smiley Michael Clifford. He pulled you into a massive bear hug as you both laughed and smiled uncontrollably.

The night was spent watching films and catching up with each others life.

'I missed this and you,’ you said as The Breakfast Club came to an end.

'So have I (Y/N), so have I…’ he repeated

'We should do this more often you know,’ you blurted out 'watching films and ignoring everything else that happens in the world.’ you whispered

'Tuning out of everything else and just enjoying being with one another,’ he replied

'I couldn’t have put it better myself,’ you smiled as you looked up at him to reveal that he was wearing a smile on his face too.


And just be here with me

You were called into the Principles office, your stomach churning because you had no idea what could be wrong. You knocked three times on the door and the principle opened the door, looking grim. He told you to take a seat nervously wringing your sweat drenched hands. 

'Right (Y/N), I’ve got someone who needs to pick you up. Your mother has been taken into hospital after an attack. We, as a school are not aware of her medical position but you need to go. Your aunt is here to take you.’ You felt as if you had been punched in the gut. Still, you got up and walked shakily out of the school towards your aunt’s familiar car. The car journey was awkward, and to be honest you were relieved to get out the car.

In the hospital your aunt gathered most information. You weren’t allowed to know much but you knew her condition could be critical. In an hour or so you were allowed to see her. She was asleep or passed out, you didn’t know but seeing her just ate away your insides. You sat and held her hand, talking to her as if she was awake. The nurse came in 20 minutes later to usher you out, you planted a quick kiss on your moms cheek and left, just about holding back the tears.

As you wearily walked back to the waiting room you saw Ashton, your boyfriend of 6 months. He had obviously left school early to see you. In his hand he held a small bouquet of flowers, as soon as he saw you he rushed to his feet and hugged you. The oxygen was knocked out of your lungs as he squeezed you. You sat down and he sat next to you.

’(Y/N),’ he grabbed your hand 'Are you okay? Is your mom okay?’ he wrapped an arm round you protectively and kissed your hair.

'I don’t know, I don’t know anything…’ you sobbed as Ashton held you tighter

'Do you want anything?’ he whispered

'Just stay with me Ash, stay with me and don’t leave me.’ You looked up at him wiping away your tears

'Sure, anything for you (Y/N),’ he said calmly 'Everything is going to be okay. whatever happens you have me. I’ll always be here.’

okay so i hope you liked it, it took a while to write so yeah request and everything. ALSO idk should i do a part two???? send me a yes or a no please i just want to know (p.s sorry the ashton one was a bit sensitive i hope i didnt offend anyone i just ran out of ideas towards the end sorry) but yeah ily 

Okay Part 3 - Requested (Ashton)

Hello! A couple of people including iluveverythingg wanted a part 3 so here it is, if you haven’t read the other parts then do, Part 1 and Part 2. ENJOY!!!!

‘I can’t believe your leaving today’ you sigh staring up at the ceiling,

'I can’t believe your not coming with me’ Ashton replies, his voice a little groggy from only just waking up, he’s lying in his side watching you.

'You know I can’t’

'Doesn’t make it any easier’ he tells you and you nod a little. 'Ill call you everyday’

'Ill fly to you whenever I can’ you add, going over the same things you have before.

'We will Skype everyday, I can’t go without see you’ he whispers, his thumb moving to brush your skin and you smile at his touch.

'Ill be counting down the days’ you whispers, feeling the sleep starting to absorb you.

'I love you’ is the last thing you hear him whisper before falling back to sleep.


Your heading upstairs as quite as possible to wake Ashton up, after your little chat early hours that morning you both fell back to sleep but when you only got another hour, Ashton was still sleeping three hours later. You slide the tray holding a plate of stacked pancakes and two coffees onto your draws and crawl onto the bed.

You take in Ashton’s peaceful features and can’t help but remember how you almost lost each other, but it’s all over now. Your together and as strong as ever. You let your eyes waves over his body savouring every feature, you start with his fluffy bed hair, his soft soft eyelids covering his deep eyes, his cute little nose and plump lips parted in his rest then down to his solid jaw line, you lean down and softly place your lips in his chest in covered by the blankets, you feel him begin to stir under you so continues to hiss his chest until her moans a little.

'I love waking up like this’ again his voice groggy but crazy sexy at the same time and you rest your chin on his chest looking up at him and smiling.

'You have to get up babe’ you tell him, he groans and closes his eyes.

'What time is it’ he asks, his voice a little clearer now.

'Just gone nine’

'Three more house with you’ he sighs eyes closed still.

'Four babe’ you see him frown, eyes still closed and you know he is trying to work it out.

'I hate that your always right’ he whines, when you don’t reply he opens one eye and gives you a cheeky smile.

'Come on you have to pack’ you tell him, you swing a leg over his chest to climb of the bed but he grabs your waist and pulls you down, his lips meeting yours before you can protest. You moan into the kiss from both pleasure and protest.

'Im…gonna….miss…you….so….fucking….much’ his words pushed through his kisses and you laugh a little as you shuffle out of his hold and he moans, flopping back onto the pillows and closing his eyes.

'Get up you lazy shit’ you throw a top at him, he sits up glaring at you.

'Thats not very nice seems as I’m leaving in a few hours’ he pouts and you smirk at his cute baby face.

'Get up you sexy piece of shit’ you give him a sweet smile 'better?’

'Much’ he shouts jumping out of bed and wrestling you into his arms.


'Hi (Y/N)’ you hear to the side of you, you turn to see a girl a little younger than you, she has a sweet smile plastered to her face, but she looks a little nervous.

'Hi!’ You smile, hoping she will relax.

'I just wanted to say I’m really glad you and Ashton are back together,sorry’ she looks down.

'Thanks you, I’m serious that means so much’ you tell her smiling, she looks up surprised and smiles.

'He is really nice isn’t he, he always stops to talk to us, well not us cause I’m not always here, I mean us…you know…fan, that’s what I meant, I meant he always talks to fans’ she rambles and you laugh a little.

'He loves talking to you guys, you all gave him everything he has now so be will always take the time to say hi’ you explain and she smiles a little more.

'This is the third time’ her words confuse you for a moment. 'I have been to meet him three times but each time I have stayed at the back, never spoke to him or got a picture’ she explains, you look over to Ashton who is chatting to a couple of girls while taking a picture with a guy.

'Whats your name?’ You ask her.

'Nancy’ she whispers and you smile.

'Well Nancy come with me’ you tell her, grabbing her hand and dragging her behind you over to Ashton who is just turning away from the fans he was with.

'Babe, this is Nancy, she’s a huge fan, she has come to meet you three times but never actually spoke to you’ you explain letting go of Nancy’s hand, she smile a little and you walk away to let them talk after a couple of minutes you see her hand him a slip of paper and get a couple of pictures.

'I have to go get my plane’ he calls as he heads over to you, waving at the fans. 'I love you all, see you soon’. He takes your hand and you both walk through the airport.

'How cute was Nancy!’ You coo and Ashton laughs.

'I forget how nice you can be to fans, I just always remember how sassy you are with the haters’ he teases and you punch his arm.

'Fuck you, I’m nice to people that I nice to me’ you tell him and he chuckles a little, pulling you closer to his side as you walk and pressing his lips to your cheek.

'Thank you’ he whispers as you come up to the tube to the plane, the place you have to say goodbye and you look at he confused as he holds you face in his hands. 'For everything. For taking me back, being amazing with the fans, for loving me’ he lists, you lean forwards pressing your body to his and then your lips to his own. You try to saver every movement, knowing your not fining to feel it for a while and you can feel the longing and love.

'Thanks for chasing me’ you sigh as he moves his lips from yours and rest his hands in your hips.

'Ill always come back for you’

You smile and give him a slight little nod the only word cing put 'okay’ be smiles, eyes boring into yours and nods a little too 'okay’

From Chelsea

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  • Harry: As soon as you walked into the house and made eye contact with Harry you felt a tension in the air. You took your heals off and walked over to Harry who was on his phone reading through Twitter not obtaining anything he was reading. His eyes continued to scan the screen ignoring your presence until he threw his phone onto your lap. "do you think I am dumb?" He asked after your eyes skimmed over the headline which read '[Y/N] spotted with a hot boy who isn't Harry Styles.' You shake your head at the nonsense displayed on the screen. "You honestly have to be kidding me Harry. Are you believing is garbage?" You asked locking his phone and putting it on the side table. "I see no reason not to since you aren't denying it." He says crossing his arms. "Babe, this is the same website that started the rumor that Zayn was actually a transgender." You laughed and he didn't seem to amused by your poking fun at the website. "babe, I would never cheat on you." You sighed standing up trying to show your assertiveness to the boy who towered over you. "Pictures don't lie [Y/N]." He stated anger beaming through his green eyes. "your right those photos aren't lying because I'm hugging my fucking cousin you complete dumb ass! Remember he came to visit like 3 months ago and he literally stayed in the house." You said raising your voice at the end of each sentence. His face dropped in embarrassment, he should have realized the all too familiar face of your cousin in the picture. "Damnit baby, I'm sorry." He almost whispered to you, defeat in his voice as he uncrossed his arms. "Yeah, you should be." You said crossing your arms. "If anyone, I thought you would know not to trust everything you see on the media." He wrapped his arms around you in attempt to hug you. "I know that was just so dumb. I'm so sorry." He mumbled into your neck. "It's okay. Just ask me first and let me explain, okay?" You said uncrossing your arms. "deal." He snickered.
  • Niall: He was fine all morning, the night before replaying in his mind as he got dressed to go to band practice as you slept in the bed, which he wished he could still be in. When you woke up alone you couldn't stop thinking of last night and sent a few cheeky texts to Niall. He didn't answer but he did open them so you just assumed he was too busy to reply. You clean up around the house for a while the stared to cook dinner as Niall came home. He marched his way to your shared bedroom as soon as he saw you. You brushed it off but once the meal was done and you didn't hear a noise from upstairs you decided you should go check on Niall. As you walked into your room you saw your blond boyfriend spread eagle on the bed with his head buried into the pillow, face down. "Baby, dinner is ready." You whispered, he answered with a hiccuped breath. "Babe is everything okay?" He didn't answer. "Ni, baby turn around and talk to me." He turned his head and you were greeted with blood shot eyes and tear stained cheeks. "Whats the point of me even being in the band." You cocked your eyebrow at him. "There's a rumor that I left the band and some fans are like happy about it." He sobbed "I'm not good enough am I?" He asked as he chocked out another sob. "Nialler, you shouldn't let the fans get to you like this. You shouldn't read the negative stuff, you and I both know you deserve to be where you are more than anyone else. So don't let a few fans with the clear unpopular opinion ruin your day." I said as I slid my hand up his shirt to scratch his back lightly. "It just hurts, yanno." You continued your scratching as he continued to rant. "You probably think this big man who dominated last night is so sensitive and weak." He said after his rant fully rolling over. "oh no baby, your sensitive side turns me on so much." You said causing him to chuckle. "There's that smile I love to see." You said kissing his cheek and running your finger along his stomach. "Now come eat, and forget about what those dumb girls say." You said kissing his temple. "God I love you." He mumbled as you walked away.
  • Zayn: You were fuming as you sat there waiting for your best friend to arrive back at your shared flat. The hook up in your car made you want to break everything that he owned in this house. You stared at the paused tv screen which showed Zayn laying with a girl in the white Mercedes Benz that your father gave you and you still owned. You were not really mad that he took your car without your permission it was more about the fact that he slept with some random girl in the car. You looked at the picture of you and Zayn standing with Mickey and Goofy at Disney World which you flipped faced down. Even looking at his photographed face made you want to knock yourself out with a rock. Another hour rolled by before you heard a few masculine laughs that wasn't his and then heard him tell his company he will meet them upstairs. He strolled into the main room and looked at the screen which is almost impossible to ignore. "Whatcha doing [Y/N]?" Zayn giggled at the screen. "You think this is funny?" You asked, anger evident in your voice. "you think stealing my car and sleeping with a random girl is funny?" You were now standing, meeting eye to eye with Zayn. "You don't re-" you didn't give him time to finish his sentence. "That's my car Zayn and just because you are some famous person now doesn't mean you get to dick around with whatever you like!" You yelled. "[Y/N] calm down." He said putting his hands up in defense. "how dare you tell me to calm down!" You were so angry, your eyes were budging out of your head. Zayn took the yelling for a few more minutes until he finally interrupted you. "that's you!" He yelled, causing you to stop. "what?" You asked clearly confused. "that was after Niall's party, you got shit faced so I brought you to the car and laid with you. See, you can see your pink dress with the black bottom." He pointing to the dress that was clearly yours. You covering your mouth, hating yourself for everything you just said to him. "I love you [Y/N], you're my best friend. I would never do anything like that... Especially in your car." He said smirking at you. "I love you too Zayn, and I'm sorry I just lost my head." You signed wrapping your arms around his waist as he immediately swallowed you in a hug. "It okay, you were jealous." He giggled. "I was not jealous!" You said hitting his chest. "it's okay, I get jealous sometimes too." He said letting you go and retreating to his friends.
  • Liam: He was wrapped up in your arms sobbing, all the articles about his break up and the whole scandal tore him to pieces. His most recent girlfriend admitted to cheating on him more than once the night before their 2 year anniversary, this day was more than 3 months ago. The media just caught up with the news and having the whole incident thrown back in his face made his heart hurt more than anything. He thought he found the girl of his dreams, he was ready to spend the rest of his life with her, but she evidently had different plans. Soon enough he calmed himself down and tried to rid his eyes of tears. "It kills me, just thinking about it." He sighed keeping his head in the crook of your neck as you two continued to lay down. "Thank you for always being there." He said kissing you neck lightly and looking up to you. "Anytime Liam." You smiled as you traced the tattoo on the forearm that lays across your body. You loved Liam, always has and always will. You two grew up as neighbors and vowed to stay friends right before his first audition for the X-Factor. "[Y/N], do you think I will ever meet the right girl?" He questioned causing you to chuckle. "There are so many girls out there, and one day you will find the perfect girl and live in a little suburban area with your million dollar record label and pet chihuahua." You joked causing him to spit out a laugh. "And if all else fails we live together and grow happily old together with Mr. Whiskers and a tall glass of whiskey." The tears were completely gone and substituted with his infectious laugh. "Part of me wishes she never told me yanno, I mean sure I've read the articles over the past few months but I never thought they would be true." He said crossing his arms. "She really got me." The room fell silent as we watched the ceiling fan spin. "Liam, you deserve the world, and don't you ever forget that." You whispered. "I promise I won't." He smiled his eyes shifted close.
  • Louis: Louis was currently sitting across from you with his arms crossed. The stare down between you two was so intense that you could feel it in your bones. "This is a waste of my time." You said standing up and going to walk away. "isn't everything?" He questioned. "what's that supposed to mean?" You snarled biting your lip. "According to everyone I'm a waste of your time." He said pulling the box of death sticks out of his pocket. "and apparently these are more worth it." You gasped at the box of cigarettes that now sit in front of you on the table. "You and I both know those aren't mine." You use to smoke, a lot more than your average teenager should, but you went cold turkey last year on your 20th birthday. In no way was that your decision but Louis wanted you to, so you did. "This box may not be yours, but this is exact type of cigarettes which were in your hand when these pictures were taken." He slid his phone across the table. You scoffed at the picture and read through the article that claimed that you've been smoking since you were 14 and the article stated that you had no intention of stopping. "You know what these things can do to you [Y/n], are you trying to die?" He asked. "I can't even bare the thought of having to lose you, and I read all these tweets and see all these photos of you smoking it makes me sick." He was now squeezing the bridge of his nose. You had no idea why he was getting so bent about this. "Louis I haven't smoked in a year, and not to mention this picture was taken before I even met you." You explained sliding the phone back at him. "So next time know your facts before you come to question me and stress yourself out." You then threw the pack of cigarettes back at him and walked away.
  • -jenni