- tipping his head back so far he leans his whole body backwards
- walks to noodle and puts his arm around her
- when she was little he would walk over to her during performances and give her the biggest, most encouraging grins ever/ tip his head and give her a thumbs up as if to ask her “you still okay?” Bc she was a kid and performances got overwhelming for her sometimes
- hed also walk around and visit Russ and Murdoc
- hiP SWAYING (ESP DURING EL MAÑANA AND BROKEN)
- passionate keyboard playing during Every Planet we Reach is Dead. Like his eyes are closed, his head bobbing heS SO INTO IT
- S H E S MY COL L AR holy fUCK
- he goes hard with this song you best believe it. Slooow strutting around the stage. He always falls on his knees at one point during the song. Murdoc thinks hes so extra but the crowd fucking LOVES IT
- pointing the mic at the crowd and fucking beaming when they sing the lyrics back to him
- him saying stupid but cute shit between songs like “i think i lost my shoe in that last one…um, if you see it, could you throw it back up ‘ere?”
- tells every crowd they are the “loveliest we’ve ever had”
I am Scottish. This country is in my blood as I know it is in yours. I believe in a Scotland that is independent, prosperous and peaceful! A Scotland that cannot be frightened, bullied or bought by anyone! If you agree, then…
As soon as she stepped onto the driveway the sun started heating her skin, drowning her in warmth. Adjusting the two backpack straps around her shoulders, she reached into her back pocket for the list she had made the night before.
“You sure you have everything you need?” She asked as she reread the slightly crumbled piece of paper in her hand, marking off the little checklist she had made for her boyfriend one last time before helping him load his bags into the trunk.
The sun reflected off of the lenses of his thick rimmed glasses as a small smirk made its way onto his face.
“Babe-” Stuart groaned, a giggle following as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s torso, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I said I’m good.” He assured her.
I think 2D is the type of boyfriend to bring you breakfast in bed but the eggs are overdone and your toast is burnt but he’s got such happy puppy dog eyes because he did this unprompted cute thing for you that you have to eat every bite in front of him to make him feel happy and appreciated
author’s note: happy stu week everyone! this is for mine and @sarcasticallystilinski‘s stuart twombly week! hope you enjoy this smut as much as i enjoyed writing it! the usual special than you to my #HERCPAL @thelittlestkitsune for helping me out with a few things! also, sorry if there is any errors, it’s past midnight and i’m barely keeping my eyes open right now.
The first thing Y/N saw when she walked into the room was the living room that had come along with the big house Stuart had rented for their honeymoon, much to his wife’s surprise. The room had a large white couch right in the middle, a coffee table parallel of it, and some living room chairs on the sides. The newly married woman smiled softly as she looked around the dimly lit room, she set her heels on the floor by the door, her feet sore from being in heels for twelve hours. She could see that the house got bigger the more she ventured into it. A big kitchen was located to her left, an island in the middle with lots of counter space. On her right was a door that she assumed would be their bedroom for the three weeks they would be there.
A pair of arms wrapped around her waist after the sound of their suitcases being set on the hardwood floor was heard from behind her. “What do you think?” The voice of her husband whispered into her ear, his raspy voice sending a shiver down her spine.
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Allison McCall & Reader
Author’s Note: This is the last one I have for you guys. It takes place after Scott and Allison get home from their honeymoon and finally get updated on what happened with their two best friends while they were gone. I enjoy the gender norms/role reversal here. Thank you so much for reading The Mistake. I have loved every minute of it. I hope to see you guys enjoying my other work :) *waves bye for now*
Authors Note: Here is the next part to my pregnancy series I’ve got going on. Thanks to @rememberstilinski@sarcasticallystilinski and @smutandahalf for looking at this and letting me know how it is. I hope you guys enjoy this, it was quite fun to write. Also, I got really excited writing the reveal. Don’t know why exactly.
How would 2D react if he 'accidently' walked in on his s/o bathing in the bath?
I hope you don’t mind if I respond to this like a prompt, I had an idea and I went with it.
You settle yourself into the warm water, bubbles encasing you. No one was home as far as you knew, and Stu’s bathroom had the cleanest best bathtub so you didn’t think he’d mind if you “borrowed” it for a bit. You close the curtain to keep the hot steam in, and let the humidity carry you away as you begin to doze off.
Downstairs, Stu comes home early from his outing. He shouts to see if anyone else was home, unaware of you sleeping upstairs. He makes his way to his room and opens up the door to the bathroom, not noticing the condensation on the mirror. He shuts the door behind him which jolts you from your sleep. You stir slightly in the water, peeking around the corner to see where the noise came from. You accidentally let out a shocked gasp, realizing you’re no longer alone as well as completely exposed aside from the bubbles. You freeze and try to stay quiet so he doesn’t investigate, but he heard you anyways. He slowly walks over to the curtain, and having seen too many horror films, pulls the curtain open quickly to reveal you behind it, sunk down as far as you could into the bubbles, leaving only what was above your collarbones visible.
He freezes, eyes wide open, and you can practically see his hair stand straight up. He continues to stare at you, neither of you saying a word until you decide to break the silence.
“Um… what, you’ve never seen shoulders before?” You decide to ease the tension.
“I, well, I just didn’t, no one was, I didn’t know, and…” He continued to babble like an idiot, still staring wide-eyed at you, clearly trying to keep contact with your face. His flustered mumbling elicited a laugh from you.
“It’s fine! I don’t mind really,” you say, playfully shifting around in the water. The possibility of him seeing any part of you caused his face to turn bright red. He still hadn’t moved or stopped staring.
“Yeah?” Your eyes meet, and he raises his eyebrows at what might come next.
Prompt: “Please, please, I’ll do anything just talk to me,” & “You don’t get to say anything after what you did.”
Author’s Note: This will probably break your heart. Some fluff, lots of angst. Thanks to @lovelydob for proofreading it for me, along with giving me this prompt. :)
“Babe, are we doing anything tonight?” Dylan asks, coming into the kitchen in just his sweatpants. I lick my lips slightly, trying not to stare at his oh so wonderful body as I shake my head, leaning my elbows on the island.
“No, I don’t think so. Why babe? What’s going on?” I ask, walking towards him as he reaches his arm out, wrapping it around my lower back. I place my hands on his chest as he holds me close, pressing a kiss to my nose.
“Well some of my friends wanted to go out and you should come with me.” He tells me, placing a chaste kiss to my lips.
“Like, Posey and the cast? Or your other friends?” I ask carefully, playing with the fabric of Dylan’s shirt. His eyebrows furrow in curiousness, probably wondering why I asked him that.
“No, it’s my other friends, why?” He asks, rubbing my arms, looking at me intently.
“Um, it’s just, sometimes they’re not the nicest people. Especially when they’re drinking.” I mention looking down at our feet. Dylan lifts my chin up, placing another chaste kiss to my lips.
“I know. I’ll talk to them before they start, but I don’t want to go without you. With me leaving in a few weeks, I want to spend as much time as I can with you.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.
“You’d do that?” I ask, surprised.
“Yeah, of course. I love you and I want you to be comfortable.” Dylan presses his lips to my forehead. “So? We’re going?” He asks, a large grin on his lips. I return the smile, nodding my head in agreement and he lifts me up, spinning me around. I squeal, wrapping my arms around his neck. I’m always surprised that he’s able to lift me. I have this one insecurity that always upsets me and Dylan knows this. I’m not the happiest with my body, and I’m afraid that tonight his friends will mention something about it.
We head upstairs to get ready for tonight. I begin to rummage around the closet, trying to find something to wear. I bite my lip while taking some of the dresses I own and placing them against my body and looking into the mirror. I sigh, thinking it looks awful as I throw it on the bed. Dylan comes out of the bathroom, in a pair of jeans, placing his flannel over his bare upper body.
“Baby? You okay? Why aren’t you dressed yet?” He asks, buttoning his flannel, sitting on the bed next to me.
“I just can’t find something that looks good on me. I think I might’ve gained a few pounds.” I frown, wiping a few tears from my eyes.
“You look good in everything babe. Wear my favorite red dress. For me?” He pleads. I chuckle as I get up, grabbing the short red dress from the hanger. I begin to put it on, and I can feel Dylan’s eyes on me. I blush and look up at him, I’m never used to him staring at my body. I adjust the dress before putting on a little eyeliner, mascara, and some red eyeshadow. I squirt Dylan’s favorite perfume onto my body before placing my black stilettos on. I walk downstairs, seeing Dylan checking his phone by the door and when he looks up at me, his mouth parts in amazement.
“Baby, you look absolutely stunning.” I smile at his compliment, my cheeks heating up.
“Thank you.” I whisper and Dylan grabs the keys, heading out the door with our fingers intertwined.
A few hours and a lot of drinks later…
I sit at the table the boys are at, stirring my water around with my straw, watching Dylan have fun with his friends. He hadn’t mention to them that they should be nice and I’m super worried that something might happen. I’m taking a sip of my water when one of his friends looks over at me before rolling his eyes in disgust and looking back over at Dylan.
“Dude, I thought you got rid of this girl. I mean c’mon, you can do so much better than her. Look at her, she’s not even skinny.” He tells Dylan. Dylan chuckles, shaking his head.
“I told her to lose weight but she doesn’t listen. All she does all day is sit on the couch, I’m kinda getting sick of it.” Tears begin to pool as I look at him with my lips parted. A tear sliding down my face when Dylan looks over at me. His eyes widen in surprise, not knowing I was there obviously. I get up from the seat, and throw the water in his face.
“Never talk to me again.” I tell him, sniffling as I wiped tears from my cheeks.
“Baby, wait.” Dylan begs, but I don’t listen and walk out of the club. I get into the car and drive back to the house. He fucking knew how I felt about the situation. I’ve told him plenty of times that I’ve been trying to lose weight. I park the car outside the house. I unlock the door and walk inside and head upstairs. I close the door and stand in front of the mirror, analyzing every flaw I can find. A sob escapes my lips as I fall to my knees, covering my mouth with my hand as I let everything out. I throw the mirror across the room, a piece of glass landing on my arm and piercing my skin. I hiss in pain, not caring at the moment and I sit against the edge of of the bed on the floor. I heard the front door slam shut and I get up and lock the bedroom door, not wanting to see Dylan at the moment. The doorknob shakes, Dylan pounding his fist against the door.
“Baby, please, open the door.” Dylan pleads, his voice cracking slightly. I don’t say anything, tears still streaming down my face as I stare at the bedroom door.
“Please, please, I’ll do anything just talk to me.” He begs, still trying to get the door open.
“You don’t get to say anything after what you did!” I yell, another sob escaping my lips as I’m pulling my hair in frustration.
“Okay, don’t talk, just listen. Look, I’m so sorry baby. I know I forgot to tell them to not say anything rude, but they have never said anything bad about you before tonight. I know I can’t take back what I said, especially when we had a talk about it before we left, but please. I love you so much and I don’t think I can lose you.” Dylan tells me through the door. I get up l and stand in front of the door, slowly raising my hand to it.
“I’m sorry Dylan, but I need space. Maybe it’s better if we take a break.” I quietly say, not knowing if he actually heard me.
“Baby, no. No, no, please. I won’t be able to live without you.” Dylan begs and I pack a bag before opening the door. I look up at him, seeing tears trailing down his flushed cheeks. His eyes saddening once he sees the state I’m in.
“You’ll be fine, but I gotta go.” I whisper, heading downstairs, opening the front door when a hand grabs my wrist. I turn around facing Dylan as his hand intertwines with mine.
“Will you come back?” He asks quietly, biting his lip softly. I shrug my shoulders, trying to hold my tears in as I look at the floor.
“I don’t know. Only time will tell.” I give him a sad smile and place a small kiss to his lips. I pull away, Dylan not wanting to let me go.
“Please, just remember that I love you so much and I regret everything I’ve done tonight.” He tells me and I give him a quick nod and walk out the door, missing him already.
ends of the earth || stuart twombly (princess squad july 2017)
word count: 2,372
author’s note: and i’m back again with some of my favorite noogler! this is a drabble for the ‘princess squad’ that i whipped up in a couple hours! i hope y’all enjoy this cute little oneshot! you can find the other drabbles with this same prompt right here!
“You’re always reading that one book. There’s so many other books in the world, why that one?”
We all the know that one girl that’s obsessed with reading and always has her nose in a book. She’s usually reserved and quiet, but when she does talk, she’s kind, fun, and beautiful, inside and out. Stuart knew that girl. He had a crush on that girl. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the way she smiled at him when they walked past each other in the big building that was Google HQ. Maybe it was the way her eyes twinkled when she solved a problem with her team. No one else on their team noticed. Not Billy or Nick, not Neha; no one except Stuart Twombly.