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Bad Temper


Requested: Jealous Shawn. Not sure I like this but I tried. 

Word count: 2,658

Originally posted by shxwnmendess

“I think this might actually be it!” I said, folding the last box together. I ran my fingers through my hair, breathing out heavily. 

I thought it would never end. No matter where I looked, there had always been more boxes to start on. But now, I’d actually unpacked the last one.

“What?” Shawn yelled from the other room, fumbling with his precious guitars as always. 

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Summary: You and Sam both have insomnia, so you find a way to entertain yourselves.

Warning: smut

Word Count: 1550

A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote Sam x reader. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

12:36 AM

Insomnia does weird things to a person.

Under no other circumstances would you be sitting in the library of the bunker, reading about the weaponry forged in fourteenth century Japan to combat a monster that was essentially an ocean-dwelling werewolf.

Yeah. Can’t make this shit up.

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Most of us, including me, aren’t really in the mood for silly fashion photos given the current rise of fascism in the US and most of the Western world. You might argue that being all the way over in India, I’m hardly affected by this past month’s events. But some of my closest friends very much are, and I’m terrified for them. The fall of American democracy unfortunately affects us all. In case you wanted to take a few minutes off, however, and indulge in some pretties, here are some photos from last week. I know that for a lot of bloggers (and brands) staying ‘on-brand’ is a priority even at times like these, but as a brown woman and a once-immigrant, I don’t see it as an option.


Alice & You velvet smock dress {similar at ASOS} ✶ New Look velvet bag {similar available at Romwe} ✶ Crescent moon bobby pin {similar available at ASOS} ✶ Old sequin loafers {similar style available here

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All photos by Vashudhara Agarwal

An Unlikely Meeting ~ Finn Wolfhard x Reader ~ Part Two

A/N please read!!
In the first part, they’re fourteen in this but I need them to be able to drive so they’re now sixteen. Idek I just needed them to be able to drive…

(LOOK AT HIM HE’S JUST AOIHAHUHWQPRIUGHQIWURHGIUQHRG WHY ARE BOYS IN MY YEAR SO UGLY?! Sorry, freak out over you can read now… And don’t worry it’s not pervy bc I’m the same age as Finn.)

It had been about a month since you had first met the cast of Stranger Things. Ever since you arrived home to Vancouver you hadn’t stopped thinking about them. You were getting used to the idea of being friends with them now, and you didn’t get palpitations every time you thought about it. Especially not with Finn. Since you both lived near each other you had actually met a few times when Finn wasn’t off around the world doing photo shoots and interviews. He was currently sat in your house with you, which was taking a little longer to get used to than everything else. Finn Wolfhard was sprawled across your bed?

“Y/N?” Finn asked, “Noah has asked us to go and stay in New York in a few weeks time. Do you want to go?”
“Wait, seriously?”
“Yeah.” Finn smiled at your shock
“Of course I want to go! What’s the occasion?”
“There isn’t one. He just misses us all.”
“Wow. It’s going to be hard for me to wait a couple of weeks, I can assure you of that.”
“Me too. Now get over here. I want a photo for Instagram.”

You got up from your seat at your desk and sat next to Finn. It was like you had been friends your entire life. He took a photo of the two of you and immediately uploaded it to his Instagram. You liked it and commented; Big love xx

“So,” Finn switched his phone off and looked at you, “What do you want to do today?”
“How about… The cinema!”
Finn looked out of your window at the rain and nodded. “The cinema it is, m'lady.”

You both put your shoes and coats on and headed to the cinema. When you arrived you decided to buy tickets for a showing of Guardians Of The Galaxy. The cinema was doing a marathon of both that afternoon and after buying a shit load of popcorn and sweets, you went and took your seats at the back of the theatre. After the dreaded adverts and trailers were over the movie began, and Finn nudged you at once. 

“It’s Wyatt!” He whispered, “He looks so young in this movie.”
You smiled at the younger Wyatt Oleff who played the young Peter Quill. “He does look really young.”

Once the first movie was over there was an interval since the movies were so long. You both used the bathroom and got refills on your extra large cherry colas and popcorn. Finn texted Wyatt about how you had just seen him in Guardians. You looked over Finn’s shoulder to see what Wyatt would reply.

Noodles! Just seen you in Guardians. Y/N and I are at a double feature.
Oh god. I bet I looked great.
No better than usual Olaf.
Gee thanks a lot. Also, do you and Y/N want to come to a Halloween party I’m having next month? It’s on Halloween night and everyone will be there.

Finn looked at you and saw your smile. That was all he needed as an answer.

We’ll be there. See you soon!!

“So we’re going to a Halloween party next month?” You said to Finn
“If you want to. I don’t think Wyatt will mind if we invite Millie and the others. We can ask them when we’re in New York.”
“Okay. Do you know something, Finn? Ever since I met you my social calendar has been jam-packed. Not that I’m complaining.”
“Beats staying in Vancouver all the time, not that I don’t love it here.”
“I guess you’re right. Your not bad company.”
“I suppose I can say the same about you, Y/N, although it would be pushing it.”
You laughed at elbowed Finn lightly. He threw a piece of popcorn at you, and the only thing stopping a food fight was the next movie beginning to play.

(Time skip to New York)
You had just arrived at Noah’s. The sun was beginning to set and you and Finn were shattered. Millie, Caleb and Gaten had already arrived and were in Noah’s living room watching a movie when you arrived. As soon as your feet touched the floor of his house, Millie and the others threw themselves at you giving hugs and hellos. Noah and his mother picked you up from the airport and drove you back to their town in New York. It was quaint but beautiful. Noah’s family were going away for the week and were trusting enough to let you have the house. As you were going to be in the city for most of the time, his parents were mostly fine with it. 

As soon as they had dropped you and Finn at the house they were off, along with Chloe, Noah’s sister. 

“So,” Gaten said grinning, “What shall we do first?”

You ended up ordering food and watching movies for hours, talking and catching up in between. You and Millie were having a conversation about Wyatt’s party.
“What, or who, are you going as Y/N?” Millie asked
“I have no idea. Definitely something dead.”
“Of course. That goes without saying. Let me know though,” Millie smiled, “Maybe we could all do a group costume.”
“Ooooh, good idea. Guess we’re going to be surfing Pinterest later on.”
You were sharing a double bed with Millie, which both of you were okay with. The boys were in other rooms, probably sleeping by now. You and Millie, however, were on your laptop, thinking of group costumes for the Halloween party.

“I liked the purge costumes. With the masks and the blood and knives.” You said
“Me too, but I think we could do even better than that.”
“Suicide Squad?”
“Cliche,” You both said at the same time
“How about we ask the others tomorrow? We have to be up early for the city.”
“Good point.”
The sun coming through a gap in the curtains woke you up. Millie was curled up, still asleep. You sat up and grabbed your phone. It was 6:30am. You didn’t even need an alarm to wake you up at such an early hour and school was to thank for that. After checking social media and liking and commenting on all the photos the cast had tagged you in last night, you got up and got dressed as quietly as possible so you didn’t wake Millie. It was then that you heard a light knock on the bedroom door. You opened it to see Finn standing there in jeans, a white shirt and his leather jacket. You had to take a couple of seconds to compose yourself.

“Morning,” You whispered, “Millie’s still sleeping.”
“I gathered,” Finn smiled, “Noah’s making breakfast and doing a pretty terrible job. Wanna come and help?”
“Sure. I think I’d better just in case he burns his own house down. Also, we’re matching.”
Finn looked at your leather jacket and then down at his.
“So we are,” Finn smirked and then led you downstairs to where Noah was making a complete and utter mess in the kitchen. You laughed causing Noah to look up from the burning waffle he was trying to save.

“Morning?” You said to Noah through giggles
“First of all, this isn’t funny. Nothing about this is funny,” After that comment, you and Finn started laughing even more, “Second of all, I hope you all like burnt waffles because that’s what you’re getting.”
“Here,” You said, “Let me help you.”

So that’s how you ended up cooking breakfast with Noah. Finn helped out too and it wasn’t long before the others came down. First Millie, then Caleb, and lastly, Gaten. 

Noah’s dad left his car as they had taken his mum’s. Both you, Caleb, and Finn could drive but Caleb drew the short straw so he had to. It wouldn’t take long to get to the city from Noah’s anyway. Caleb and Noah were up front of course, but then there was the problem of space in the back of the car. The problem being, there wasn’t enough. Which is how you ended up practically sitting on Finn’s lap. Not that you were bothered. It didn’t seem like Finn was either.
“New York City, here we come,” Caleb started the engine and off you went.

You and Millie were trying on dresses in Macy’s. The boys were somewhere else in the store buying god knows what. Finn’s exact words were: “There is no way in hell that I am sitting there while you two try on dresses for hours, no offence.” None was taken. You and Millie were happy to give each other advice on what looked best. You didn’t need the boys to do that for you.
Once you were finished with dresses you went to look for ideas for costumes for Wyatt’s party. The both of you were determined to have kick ass costumes. You were not going to settle too easily. There was a whole section of Macy’s decked out for Halloween and full of makeup, decorations and costumes. You and Millie flipped your shit. You pulled out your phone and called Finn, telling him to bring the guys so they could help with the costumes. When the finally arrived they were not that surprised to see that you and Millie were already pulling things off shelves and deciding that even though you didn’t know what exactly it was for, you were buying it.

“Y/N,” Gaten asked, “Why are you buying four different makeup palettes? We don’t even know who we’re going as.”
“Why not? Why the hell not?” You smiled. Gaten didn’t have an answer
“Guys,” Noah grinned, “I have the perfect idea for our costumes.”


Friends Part 4

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2643

Warnings: Fluffy, loads of Bucky being a cute pie some sexual innuendos and some sexual tension.

Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing.

credits to the gif owner

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You take a sip of your coffee as you look at the computer in front of you; you are never going to understand why you accepted a job at the Stark Industries, sure they pay you really well but looking at budgets all day was starting to make you crazy.

To be honest, the budget in front of you is the least of your concerns, it’s been five days since Bucky went on a mission and you still haven’t heard from him. Usually, he texts you to let you know that he was alive and well. But so far nothing, according to Natasha they are fine but the mission is a lot more complicated than they anticipated.

You wish they would be home soon, you hated worrying much, you couldn’t sleep when you were worried.

You almost have a heart attack when you hear your phone ringing, you look at the id caller expecting it to be Dan but no it is Wanda. This is odd she never calls you “Hey Wan is everything fine?” Your mind goes to the worst scenario possible, afraid that something might have happened to Bucky.

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SIX FEET UNDER | SugarDaddy!Seb x Reader – Part 2

Originally posted by jennymagicalheart


A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this next part! I have to head to work but I wanted to post it as soon as possible, so I’ll have to go through it and edit any little grammatical errors later!

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You followed Sebastian into the large glass building. He lived in the penthouse loft at the top floor. It was exquisite. Dark mahogany lined the floors of the ivory colored walls. Windows lined the walls facing outward and you could see the entire city from the front door, mesmerized by the lights downtown. You noticed the curtains lining the windows were pushed back, allowing for more privacy if so wanted, but not like it was really needed on the top floor of this building. The furniture was mod-inspired but still relatively new. The furniture looked like it had barely been touched, it’s ivory-mocha blend color matching well in the loft.

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October 26th - Anniversary of YOI Episode 4

Like Yourself… And Complete the Free Program!!

(*This post was delayed a week due to Halloween art priorities)

For one year, you’ve stayed by my side and brought happiness into my life <3

Single character version #10 - Mila Babicheva


The YOI Anniversary Project: To celebrate, I will be adding one new character to the compilation post every Thursday to commemorate the anniversary of every YOI episode 1-12.


PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, TRANSLATE, OR OTHERWISE USE MY ART. More detailed rules available on my Rules & FAQ Post.



soulmate! park jihoon
  • okay in this au you have the “you see color once you meet your soulmate”
  • and gOD do you hate this method you have because what the heck you’re a fashion and design major
  • your whole life you’ve been working with clothes in black and white and shades of gray and you had to bust your ass to get into the top university in seoul for fashion
  • whatever mythical being it was that gave you this curse basically said a massive fuck you to your hopes and dreams like rip
  • in middle and high school you would literally people-watch in different areas and different cities to meet your soulmate 
  • actually you didn’t give a fuck about who your soulmate was you just wanted to see color and work with it to produce high quality works
  • and end the shitty friend moments when you’re shopping with your pals and they go “hey should i get the blue shirt or the red one”
  • you: oh i don’t know andrea i think the slightly darker shade of fucking gray looks nicer
  • andrea: :DD
  • SO one weekend you’re looking around some stores in this mall and searching for inspiration for your next piece
  • and everything’s okay and in black and white as usual when suddenly you saw this??? strange shade???????? not in black or white???????
  • you’re SHOOK and immediately just start darting your eyes everywhere
  • and finally when your eyes land on a person at the men’s section of the store a burst of saturation and color splashes in front of you
  • and everything seems to have just…come to LIFE
  • you’re shaking because everything you see now feels like a new experience….colors that you can’t identify are everywhere you turn and you’re so EXCITED to learn the names of each
  • you turn to your “soulmate” person with tears ready to fall but suddenly
  • you: oh my sweet baby jesus
  • you: can his fashion sense be aNY SH I TT I E R
  • your jaw is like on the FLOOR and you’re absolutely appalled by the young man looking through some sweatshirts
  • in your mind you’re furiously criticizing all the choices he’s made and making 
  • you: why in the world would he pair that shirt with that vest
  • you: sweetheart that is one hell of a stupid hat you’re staring at
  • you: is he actually serious about picking that vest
  • you: what in the world did i ever do to deserve this
  • you’re fuming at this point and you’re ready to either stomp over and hit him on the head to get his senses back into place or walk away and pretend the meeting never happened
  • but then he turns around and sees you and when his eyes widen you know there’s no turning back
  • also you realize he’s really cute so
  • he walks over all shy with a hand rubbing the back of his neck and a suppressed smile to hide how excited he really is
  • he says “so….i guess…..we’re soulmates?” with pink steaming cheeks
  • it takes you like a few seconds to get over how utterly cute that was and the you’re like “yes. and your outfit is a disaster. how dare you.”
  • and that snaps jihoon out of his bashfulness and he’s just?? excUSE ME???? what the heck do you mean my shirt is suPER cute thank you very much
  • and you’re like SWEETHEART the design on that thing is utterly atrocious it doesn’t match your face at ALL
  • and that’s how you and your soulmate got into a huge argument in the middle of the store with ppl staring and taking pics
  • a few minutes later a middle aged man comes over and taps jihoon’s shoulder and says hey we gotta go you can’t stay here and act like this
  • jihoon glares at you before he turns around and leaves and you’re just HUFFS i hope i don’t see that kid ever again……..
  • literally two hours later you friends spam your phone with articles about “Wanna One’s Park Jihoon’s Intense Argument With Mysterious Person”
  • you’re on the verge of crying after realizing you bickered with a massively popular idol and your friends are like “what kind of flowers do you want us to leave at your grave”
  • you couldn’t focus on anything for a week straight and you’re so scared of stepping outside and having people recognize you so you started wearing masks and sunglasses all the time
  • it hurt your fashion common sense to wear sunglasses while it was raining but you were too terrified
  • but good thing was!!! you learned the names of all the colors you could and developed this habit of differentiating even the slightest shade like “that’s not just bLUE that’s cornflower blue with a tint of turquoise on the lower right”
  • it would only be a matter of time before you start addressing colors by their html code name lmfao
  • anyways your friends are recognize that your works are becoming a lot better and the color mixing seem smoother and more elegant than before
  • they ask you if it’s because you met your soulmate and beg you to introduce him but you know that they’d lose their shit and fall on their ass laughing if you tell them it’s actually the park jihoon you accused of having disgusting taste
  • you actually feel really sorry….like however much you hated the way he dressed you shouldn’t have criticized him like that man
  • you start researching him online and you get really interested because damn he has such a nice face
  • in your head you could conjure so many different combinations of outfits that could work fantastically with him
  • a few weeks later wanna one is doing a fansign meet and greet thing and jihoon is smiling at every fan and holding their hands and thanking them for their gifts and doing his aegyo
  • and suddenly…..he sees YOU right in front of him with your deep blue hat and heavy trench coat to avoid being seen
  • he flinches at first but he can’t be rude so he fakes a smile and just goes…”hi”
  • and you’re like listen….i’m like seriously sorry for that fiasco back at the store….. and you proceed to apologize several times before he’s like okay!!! i got it you’re sorry
  • and then you take out the bag you’ve been holding and hand it to him
  • “here,” you say. “i included a booklet inside.”
  • and then you just rAN OUT OF THERE like you didn’t even talk to the rest of the members who’re looking at your back like wtf was that????
  • after their schedules end and they’re at their dorms jihoon takes out the bag you gave him and sees the booklet that read “ok i know i said sorry but please take a look at the clothes i picked out for u” 
  • he’s so ready to get pissed to see you STILL criticizing his choices but then he sees all the clothes inside and the different outfit combinations drawn and written in the booklet….and he’s sOLD like these are so pretty and cute???????
  • and he tries everything on and woojin is like whoa and guanlin probably gets gayer
  • jihoon wears one set for his airport fashion the next day and all his fansites basically explode bc he reached another level of stunning
  • and his stylists and managers are like????? what the heckie HECK
  • jihoon’s all smiles and stuff and he’s….really grateful to you…..
  • like when he met you and found out that you were his soulmate he never felt more crestfallen because the relationship already looked darker than woojin’s past
  • but now…he just really wants to meet you again and thank you….and maybe talk over a cup of coffee….and just be……..a soft couple that he’s always wanted to be in……….
  • jihoon became the top search on naver for the whole week and became the reason for your smile
  • it’s the first time that your work has ever been “publicized” in any shape or form and you’re so glad it’s receiving such positive feedback
  • a while later you get an email during your lunch break 
  • and the sender is…..CJ E&M entertainment
  • they somehow figured out that you were the one who gave jihoon his clothes and discovered more of your works from blogs and stuff and now they want to hire you as a stylist for wanna one and the meeting date is….in three hours
  • you drop your cup of coffee and spRINT out of your university to catch a taxi cab
  • when you get to the meeting place at the company you realize that frick frack botta bing botta boom your hair’s a mess and you’re sweaty and you haven’t showered in three days due to your schedule and you’re in no way appropriate looking to be hired to be a person who’s in charge of making people look good 
  • but a staff sees you and is like!! come in!!!!! and you’re like welp it’s do or die
  • and the company manager and wanna one members are all in a private room waiting for you and the manager starts this speech about how he adores your sense of style and how all the members would be happy to have you as their stylist and how much they’re willing to pay you but the whole time you’re mostly sneaking glances at jihoon
  • you know how sometimes you would sneak glances at someone who just so happens to look at you at the exact same time and it gets awkward and then both of you would look away really fast
  • that happens so many time with you and jihoon but…the fourth time that it happens he stares back just three seconds longer than before
  • he blushes SO hard because of how daring of a move that was and starts fanning himself and beside him jisung is like??? it’s like 20 degrees in here what are you doing
  • and then the company manager says to you “usually we hire stylists who are married to prevent any kind of special relationship between them and the members…you’ll be an exception to our rule. but the second that we see something suspicious or that you’re violating that rule, then….well, you can guess what might happen.”
  • and you’re like wow what the heck so i’ll lose my job for getting together with my soulmate
  • and then the meeting is done and the manager goes to get you your id card and all the paperwork and everyone pre much disperses except for you and jihoon
  • it’s a bit awkward with both of you staring at the floor….and then you try to break the silence with “this sucks”
  • and jihoon laughs and just says “it’ll be fine” and he looks up at you and takes a deep breath and goes “give me your number before they come back”
  • his heart’s racing and he’s almost afraid that you’ll say no
  • and when you say yes and take out your phone he feels six weights being lifted off his shoulder
  • and his head jihoon imagines all the possibilities for you two…snuggling besides you as he watches you draw ideas into your notebooks, holding your hand and telling you to pay a bit more attention to him, and smiling when you toss your notebook away, giving in, and leaning closer to him
  • you have to shake his shoulders to wake him from his daydream lol
  • you’re like listen bud ur cute i gUESS but we ain’t gonna kiss or anything until i organize your closet
  • and that’s probably when jihoon realizes this relationship will be anything but the perfect manhwa couple he’s always dreamed of
  • and suddenly he finds himself swiftly pecking your cheek and going “yeah well i just dID”
  • you:
  • you: 
  • the other 10 members watching from a crack of the door: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH
  • he saved u in his heart real fast

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Perfect Morning Part 3

Summary:  When your boyfriend Bucky comes back from a mission all you want to do it’s to spent the day cuddling with him and make up for the lost time. Unfortunately, life has other plans and Bucky is called to work right away.

This is my submission for @buckthegrump writing challenge where my prompt was  “Or you could…ya know, stay?”

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 900

Warnings:  Pure fluffy that is going to make your heart melt.

Part 1 , Part 2

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Originally posted by darlingiamobsessed

“Why don’t you stay here while I prepare us a nice and hot bath?” Bucky says kissing your shoulder, he has such a charming smile right now it seems like he doesn’t have any problems in the world.

You, however, you were still worried that he might get in trouble because you asked for him to stay, or worse that someone could get hurt because you were selfish. But in the end, you don’t regret asking for him to stay.

You nod, pulling him for one more kiss. You missed him so much on this last three weeks that he was away that you need to have him close to you. Whoever said that abstinence makes the heart grow fonder didn’t have any idea what they were talking about it.

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Little tidbits of continuity like this, the kind where you’ll only really notice if you’re paying close enough attention, please me so much. One of the ‘original’ members of Killian’s crew from ‘The Crocodile’ is the same man who hands Killian the knife used to kill one of King George’s guards in ‘Murder Most Foul’. What’s more is you can see the crewman playing with a knife in the scene from ‘The Crocodile’. It creates a nice thread between two moments separated by four seasons, that seemingly have no connection at all. It also adds context to the loyalty Killian instills in his crew and adds weight to the fact that he’s a helluva captain that people will follow through good and bad (this man stayed with Killian through his transformation into Captain Hook and the hell that was Neverland).

Note: I have yet to personally notice this crewman in any other scene, but if he pops up again, I’ll add it here for continuity purposes. :)

The Summer Fling (Chapter 1) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Boardy Barn”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: You guys thought I was joking about writing something about me hating that Dylan smokes… never think that I am kidding (except, always assume that I am kidding…). This will be a short series. I’m imposing a limit on myself. Whatever. Don’t read it. It’s dumb. This will likely be the only Dylan shit I ever write. Okay byeeee.

Chapter One - Chapter Two 

Originally posted by alienlikealifestyle

“You okay, Dyl?”

“This is a lot of drunk people… this is just a lot of people in general, and I feel like some people have recognized me, an-“

“Dyl.. you wanted to come with me.”

“Well, I didn’t want to just sit at the house all day.”

“You’re going to be fine. You have sunglasses and a hat and some of this crap.” Julia rubbed her fingers against the stubble on his face in an aggressive, teasing sisterly way. “No one’s going to recognize you, why don’t we get you a drink so you can chill out.”

Dylan rolled his eyes, regardless of the fact that he knew his sister would not be able to see it behind his jet black Ray Ban sunglasses. He sighed and followed her through the throngs of sweaty and beer-soaked bodies towards the bar. He sidled up next to her and pressed his elbows against the bar.

That’s cool.” He said sarcastically, pursing his lips, as he removed his elbows from the beer-soaked counter, and peeled a sticky bottle cap off of his skin. His head whipped around when he heard someone say his older sister’s name excitedly.

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Road Trip

Nap Date part 8
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“Come on, it’s not gonna kill you to get out of the studio for a little bit. You’re even going to be with the team so if something sparks that writers brain of yours then you can still write.” She says reasoning with a huffy Shawn.

She’s been dying to get out of the house. He’s been in the recording studio for three weeks, barely even coming home. 

She knows that that’s what she signed up for when she married, his work ethic is one of the things she love most about him, but she could use some attention now. 

“I just want to finish the album.” He grumbles from the bed. 

“I know, but I talked to Geoff and he thinks you guys could use a change of scenery.” 

“He doesn’t know anything.” Shawn says typing something on to his phone. 

“Hey.” She says plucking the phone from his hands.

“Hey, give that back.” 

“No.” You challenges

“I’m not in the mood Y/n, give me my fucking phone back.”

“Whoa, there’s no need to be so angry.” She says throwing his phone back at him. 

“Really? Are we going to be like this?” He asks catching his phone.

“I don’t know Shawn are we?” 

“I’m so fucking done right now.” He sighs standing up and leaving.

“I’ll pack for you.” She mumbles to herself. “Or maybe we’ll leave your grouchy ass here and I’ll go on this roadtrip by myself.” She says louder so he can hear her. 

He’s in his home studio, not even knowing why he’s so pissed off. But when he goes to bed that night he finds both their packed bags sitting on the floor next to the door, he also finds her in bed with her back to his side. He slips in next to her, laying there wondering if she’s gonna move over and cuddle like they usually do. 

When he wakes up the next morning she’s still facing away from him, and he can’t take it anymore. He wraps an arm around her middle pulling her into his chest.

“What Shawn?” She sighs, eyes still closed.

“Can we just stay home instead?”

“Hell no.” She says trying to get out of his grasp.


“Shawn.” She says sitting up. “You don’t have to come, that’s your choice, but I’m going. I want to go on a roadtrip and I have the opportunity too. I’m going whether you are or not.” She says getting out of bed to get ready for the day. 

Brian, Geoff, and Matt were gonna be picking them up in a half hour and she wasn’t so sure if Shawn was gonna go. She knows he would be super pissed off if she went with the boys without him, but she doesn’t care anymore. 

A half hour passes and she can hear the three boys walking up to the door. They walk in and meet her in the kitchen.

“Hello Mrs. Mendes.” They greet her. 

“Hey.” She smiles at them. 

“Wheres the Husband?” Brian asks.

“Not sure, around here somewhere.” She shrugs. 

“There he is.” Matt says as Shawn emerges holding both of their bags. She sighs in relief when she sees that he’s got his bag. 

“I’m here.” He says, setting the bags on the ground by the door. He walks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, chin rested on her shoulder. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispers in her ear, kissing her cheek. She sets her hands on top of his and leans back into him. 

“Are we ready?” Geoff asks.

“Yeah so ready.” She nods. 

Shawn’s still reluctant. Not wanting to spend a break with all the guys he’s been with, he’d rather stay home stowed away in the house with her. But she’s running off to the car, calling out

“Shot gun.” 

He’s grumbling silently when he gets in the seat behind hers, Geoff driving. Brian is in the middle between Shawn and Matt. He doesn’t know where their going all he knows is that he doesn’t want to. 


It’s been four hours, she’s reclined her seat back and he can see her now. Brian and Matt fell asleep hours ago. All Shawn is doing is looking through his phone. She looks up at him, he’s not even humming along to the John Mayer she put on. 

“Hey.” She whispers, reaching up to touch his face. He looks at her, phone still in his hand. “You okay?” 

“Yeah.” He mumbles looking back at his phone. 

“Can you look at me for a second?” She asks, tracing his features with her finger tip. 

“What?” He asks, eyes locking on hers.

“Are we still grouchy?” She asks smirking a bit.

“Why are you so adamant on me being grouchy?” He snaps harshly. She pulls back and glares at him.

“Maybe it’s because you are.” She snaps back, pulling her seat back to its original position so she can’t see him and he can’t see her. 

“Hey.” He says trying to reach for her before she moves from his reach. He slips his hand in the small space between the chair and the side of the car. He moves his fingers until he feels that he’s touching her. She sighs and moves away from his touch. 

He doesn’t want to cause a scene in front of all his friends. He grabs his phone and tries to text her to get her to talk to him but he watches as she turns her phone off causing the music in the car to stop. 

“Hey Y/n what happened?” Geoff says looking over.

“Phone died sorry.”

“Here use my charger.”

“I think I’m okay for now, thanks though.”

“Oh okay.” He puts the radio on instead. 

Shawn sits in the backseat trying to get her attention, trying to get her to talk to him. But she ignores him. 

“Let’s stop for snacks.” 

“I have to pee too.” She says as Geoff parks the car. She gets out and head inside the ‘Grab n Go’. Shawn gets out, sighing as he leans against the car.

“Dude what the fuck is going on with you two?”  Geoff asks looking at Shawn.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“No I’m gonna worry about it because she’s one of my closest friends and she’s not okay so what the fuck?”

“She keeps saying that I’m all grouchy.”

“You are.”

“Only because I don’t want to be here, no offence but I’m with you guys all the time. When I have a break I’d like some time with her.”

“But Shawn, she’s been alone for weeks while everyone she knows in Canada has been in the studio. Your parents have been out of town with Aaliyah, she has literally been alone for three weeks.”

“But I thought she would want to just stay home with me.” He shrugs.

“Shawn, she’s been at home for three weeks. She wants to get out, adventure with you. The only reason she invited us was so you could work on this trip. Only wife I’ve ever known to bring work on a trip so her husband could work on vacation.” Geoff says making some sense to Shawn.

“Ughh, I fucked up.” He groans rubbing his face.

“Then go make it up to her.” Geoff says pushing Shawn towards the store. 

He goes in and wanders around eyes landing on a ring pop. 

He knows just how to make this up to her. 


“Where is he?” Y/n asks standing by the car.

“Hey.” Shawn says walking up behind her. 

“Are you ready?” She asks still annoyed.

“I need to steal you for a minute.” 

“Shawn we have to go.” She says turning back to the car, making eye contact with Geoff. Shawn looks over her shoulder and mouths ‘Help’.

“We’ve got time.” Geoff shrugs. She rolls her eyes and turns back to Shawn. 

“Just for a minute, you’re gonna love it. I promise.” He smiles taking her hand. 

“Fine.” She sighs. He takes her off, behind the ‘Grab n Go’. 

“Come on.” He says, wrapping his arms around her waist. He walks her forward down a little pathway. “Baby.” He whines in her ear. “I’m sorry.” He says, kissing her cheek. 

“What are you doing Shawn.” 

“I wanna show you this place.” He whispers. He turns her towards him, noticing the scowl still on her face. “Don’t be mad at me anymore.” He whines, kissing her cheeks. He keeps kissing her face until she’s giggling telling him to stop.

“How far is this place.”

“It’s right here.” He says turning her back around. She turns and takes a step forward out of his embrace. 

“Shawn.” She says breathless. She’s standing in front of the most amazing view. It’s all green and orange with yellow and a blue sky. The mountain in front of her is covered with snow. “It’s so beautiful.” She says staring at it. 

“I know you are.” He grins behind her.

“My cheesy Shawn is back.” She grins over her shoulder. 

“I’ve always been right here.” He says taking her back into his arms.

“Yeah, I guess I just don’t see that some times.”

“And I’m sorry for that. But I can make it up to you.” He says rubbing her arms.

“And how are you going to do that.” 

“I’m gonna promise you.” He says spinning her so she faces him. “I promise you Y/n, to love you always. I promise you that I’m always gonna be here for you. I promise that I’m gonna stop being so grouchy with you. I just want to spend time with you. But I,” He says grabbing the packet of candy out of his pocket, unwrapping it, and holding it out to her.

“What are you doing?” She laughs.

“I love you with all my heart, and I promise with all my heart that I’m here for you. You can talk to me, even when I’m not home for three weeks.” He says slipping the ring on her finger. 

“It’s so pretty.” She mocks him. 

“Don’t mock me, this was cute.” He says laughing. 

“What flavor?” 


“That’s my favorite.” She says smiling at him.

“I know, that’s why I got it.” He says pulling her a little closer.

“I love you too.”

“I’m gonna kiss you for real now.” He says leaning in. He connects their lips and she sighs and melts against him. He pulls away.

“It’s about time I got my boy back.” She sighs leaning against him. 

“He’s right here.” He nods to her.

“Guys, I hate to break this up but we gotta get going if we wanna make it to the hotel tonight.”

“I’ll drive Geoff, take a nap.” Shawn says, still looking at his beautiful bride. 


Their about an hour away from the hotel and sees sitting next to Shawn sucking on her ring pop. He keeps looking over at her, then back to the road, then back to her. 

She knows what she’s doing to him, with the way his hands are gripping the wheel and how he keeps shifting in his seat. She pops the sticky candy from her lips again, smirking as he looks over again. 

“Can you stop?” He asks looking over at her. 

“Stop what?” She asks innocently.

“You know what you’re doing, I need you to stop.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing, please enlighten me.” She teases, leaning closer to him. 

“Y/n,” He warns, “We aren’t alone right now.”

“But their sleeping.” She shrugs.

“Are you serious right now?”

“What I’ve missed you.” She says sighing. 

“And we couldn’t have done this last night?”

“You were in your stupid studio, being grouchy.” She shrugs.

“I hate it when I’m grouchy.” He grins looking at her. 

“Me too.” She smirks. Going back to her candy. He reaches over and takes the ring pop out of her mouth throwing it out his open window. “Shawn! That was my ring.”

“You’ve got a better one.” He says taking her left hand, running his thumb over her ring finger. 

“I’m not so sure.” She teases. He looks over with a worried look. “It’s not strawberry flavored.” She laughs.

“Hush, you and your teasing.” He bites back a smile.

“I love you.” 

“I love you more.”

“You guys are gross.” The boys groan from the back. 

Archie Andrew - Help me paint?

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Words: 1088

Y/N is going through a rough time with her family and gets to a breaking point. But fortunately Archie’s there to pull her back in and cheer her up. Basically lots of fluff.

A/N:  I know Riverdale only has two episodes at this point but I am already completely obsessed so I though why not write a one shot about it because let ‘s be honest the whole cast is freaking smoking. This is only loosely inspired by the series I doesn’t really follow the real plot. Hope you like it and make sure to let me know if you’d like more of this sort of imagines.

Originally posted by missprongs

Rough, rough is the only word that came to mind when you thought about your life right now. You always told yourself that you could, no, more like you had to handle everything but sometimes even your nerves broke. And unfortunately this was one of those times. Archie had been your rock throughout this whole mess. He was always there to cheer you up, everyday he’d stop by just to ask if you were okay, it was becoming kind of a ritual. But today, today you were really pissed, hell you were fuming. To say there was tension in your household would be an understatement. Everybody walking on their tip toes too scared to say or do the wrong thing that would set off another argument. You had had just about enough of this nonsense, and being the hot headed person you were, you got into an argument with pretty much everyone today. You parents had just gone out to dinner, which by the way was a freaking miracle that they even talked to each other after their constant disputes and your sister/brother had just stormed off after the heated discussion you had indulged her/him in.

Reader’s P.O.V.

I was pacing in my living room trying to get all my rage out when I heard the knock at the door. I opened the door forcefully “What the hell do you want?!” I snapped at the person standing at my doorstep without even looking, figuring it would have been my annoying sibling. When I finally lifted my gaze guilt flushed over me as I realised there was a confused and sorry looking Archie staring back at me with flowers in his hands. “I… I just wanted to check if you were okay… I’m sorry did I do anything-” but I didn’t let him finish as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a much needed kiss. “I’m so sorry babe, I didn’t know it was you. God I’m SO happy you’re here.” You quickly explained leading him inside. He stared looking around the house with a questioning tone “They all left don’t worry.” I answered before he could even ask. I went to sit on the kitchen counter while I watched Archie put the flowers in a vase “I thought these would cheer you up a little, he smiled making me melt, and they’re your favourites, right?” “Aw, hun that so sweet! What would I do without you?” I laughed “You’d be a total train wreck” he smirked walking towards me. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and looked at him daringly “See now that’s mean” I pouted. He just gave me a cheeky grin leaning in to kiss me passionately. “So what d’you wanna do tonight?” I asked my forehead still resting on his. “Don’t really know, would you like to watch something?” he kissed my forehead since he was about to break out of the hug but I held him back “Eh… not really I mean we’re already seen everything.” He nodded “Well maybe if you’d let me go I could find something for us to do?” he smiled “But I don’t want to. Could we just stay like this?” I asked seriously starting to consider it. “Unfortunately no” he laughed.

Originally posted by cutie---kisses

Archie’s P.O.V.

I practically saw the lightbulb turn on over her head “Oh I know we should finally paint my room, I mean everything is ready but I have just been putting it off for the past week. But since you’re here now…” she grinned. Gosh she was adorable. “Yeah sure that could be fun.” I simply replied taking her hand to go upstairs “I should warn you though, there is a strict policy of only shirtless men allowed to paint in my bedroom.” she smirked “Is that so? And what about you then huh? How’s that fair?” I laughed and shook my head “My bedroom, my rules Andrews.” her smile grew even wider and I couldn’t help but stare at her beauty. “I’ll quickly change and we can get started” she yelled already half way in her closet.

Originally posted by songsoftheheartless

Readers P.O.V.

I opted for my old cute denim overall and my Calvin Klein sports bra just to tease him a little. As I walked out of the closet he was mixing the paint. He was already shirtless and even though I had already had the chance to admire his abs, my breath was taken away every time I saw him without his shirt. He turned to me to say something but his jaw dropped seeing me. “Please don’t drool on my carpet” I joked. He quickly brushed it off and stood up to put his hands on my waist. “You can pull off anything can’t you” he smiled “yeah basically” I laughed throwing my hair into a quick ponytail. He tried to kiss me but I dodged him “Ah Ah Ah you got to earn it this time.” I pointed at the empty walls. He pouted a little but quickly got back to his energetic self “Let’s get to work then.” We were about halfway done when suddenly he came up to me from behind and wiped his paint full finger on my neck and cheeks “Oh it’s on!” I yelled chasing him with the brush. I managed to paint several strokes on him before he dipped his fingers in the paint and started chasing me around the room.

Originally posted by youtubersandothers

Archie’s P.O.V.

“Oh God look at the mess we’ve made!” she said almost horrified by the realisation. “Don’t worry we’ll clean it up and look at the bright side at least your walls are finally done.” I sat down on the floor admiring the work we had just accomplished. “Yeah I guess so, and it was pretty fun wasn’t it?” she let out a small laugh as she laid down in my lap. “Yeah totally, I hadn’t laughed this much in so long!” I looked down at her and for a moment we just looked at each other in the most comforting silence. She was the first one to break it “Hey Archie?” she looked deep into my eyes. “Wassup?” I asked stroking her hair. It took her a minute to respond “Thank you… I mean thank you for everything. For being there when I need you and basically just for being you.” She opened up to me. “Anytime. You know I love you right?” this brought the biggest smile on her lips “Yeah I do and I love you too”.

  • Hungary: Germany, dear, you look like you're in pain...
  • Germany: no, no, I'm not.
  • Austria: on a scale of one to ten, how much pain do you feel?
  • Germany: I told you two I'm not... but if you insist, it's-
  • Prussia: YOOOOO WESTTT!!! Look who's going to stay with us for three weeks~!!
  • Italy: Veh, Germany~ Ciao!
  • Romano: just so you know, I'm only here cuz Italy wants me to! Now gimmie food!
  • Germany: ... twenty.

anonymous asked:

can we get a blurb where harry asks you to move in with him, your from the states tho so hes asking if you can move to London with him instead of LA and you guys end up arguing about it? and make up later ;) please xx

Different anon from the first. But maybe Harry is coming down from the high of a big event, last concert, first solo show, Another Man party, Dunkirk premier he can’t sleep and you have regular sex and he is coming down from his first orgasm. Doggie style. He is running his hand over your bum and you turn around to see a glint in his eye…

So I kind of joined these two although he wasn’t coming down from any high.  Hope you enjoy.  Sorry it took me so long.

Coming off the plane in LAX I was always on alert.  For fans, paparazzi and the occasional body check from someone who was running on their way to their connection.  LAX was always busy, even at 3 am which was when I landed from London.  I didn’t exactly enjoy landing that late, but when she wanted to pick me up at the airport, it was essential.  Fans generally didn’t hang around airports at that hour and paps were on the fewer side.

Her Ford Escape was parked at the curb just like it usually was, engine running.  Her head was leaned against the headrest, her eyes closed.  I walked around to the driver’s side window, peeked my head in and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth.  She didn’t jump or scream.  Simply formed her mouth into a smile as she slowly opened her eyes,

She lifted her hand to thread her fingers into my hair,


I smiled,

“Hi.  Were you sleeping?”


I threw my bag into the backseat, hopped into the passenger side, pecked another kiss to her mouth and then pulled my seatbelt over my lap.  She kept her fingers threaded through mine as we drove back to her place.  Sure, I could have insisted we go to my house, but I kind of liked her apartment.  I never got the experience of living in one on my own so it was nice to at least get it partially.

She pulled into her spot 30 minutes later.  We got upstairs to her apartment quickly.  I walked down the hallway to put my bag in her room while she heated up some water for tea.  

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Coney Island

Summary: A one-shot based on Bucky meeting you back in the 1940s. It was inspired by that scene in Civil War, where Bucky and Steve reminisce about that one time at Rockford Beach.

Characters/Relationships: 1940s!Bucky x Reader; Steve; Dolores aka ‘Dot’

Warnings: None, except for my shitty ass writing lol

A/N: Am bringing this back from my old blog, @thecrownedrose. 

Originally posted by almie18

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Kiwi: Part Nine

A series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album.

A/N: This chapter was an absolute joy to write, so I hope you guys enjoy it. There’s only a few chapters of our story left! xx

Click here to read the previous chapters.


The process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.

The freeing of tension.

The moment the hero’s suffering is let go.


Calliope began that day by surfing.

She’d been doing a lot more of it lately. Now that she had all this free time alone that she wasn’t used to anymore, she threw herself back into it with fervor— except ever since she had that fight with Harry a week ago, she had trouble staying on balance like never before. It took her two, maybe three tries to catch a wave, and even then she had to work five times as hard to not topple right off. It was as if Harry had become her center of gravity, and now it was all thrown off.

They hadn’t spoken since that night. He hadn’t gone to see her at the bar, nor had she gone back to the studio to speak with him. It was complete radio silence, and it felt like withdrawal— she had gotten so used to spending practically every waking moment of the day with him that she had almost forgotten how to spend time alone. At first, it made her angry. But now she just missed him.

She missed him. She missed the way he liked playing with her short hair as he fell asleep. Or the way he closed his eyes when he was singing a line that was particularly meaningful to him. She had gotten used to his warmth when he held her against his chest in the night, even if he was practically a space heater and she couldn’t sleep with a blanket anymore. She missed the way he smiled when she called him Kiwi, the dopey one that showed off his two front teeth.

She missed the way he made her feel like the calm in the storm, instead of the hurricane itself.

Hours later when she showed up for her shift at work, her hair was still drenched and she smelled like the sea. She walked into the bar and slid on her apron before proceeding to grab a rag and clean every single inch of the already-clean countertop, her mind elsewhere.

“Have you ever had your heart broken, Kiwi?”

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Tom Holland Imagine - I Have Questions (Part 2)

request: a tom imagine where you tell him you are pregnant after you both broke up

a/n: i haven’t written in soooo long but i just needed to distract myself from everything that’s going on right now. the response from part one was so amazing and i know a lot of people wanted part two, and i also incorporated another request i had. i hope this is okay, and i really am sorry for not writing anything for the past two months, im not sure if im going to write regularly again.

word count: 923

masterlist: (x)

part 1 (x)

part 3 (x)

Originally posted by petesparkes

If you could have, you would have gone the rest of your life without seeing him. You’d trusted him with your entire life, and he had broken that trust, shattering your heart in the process. Of course, life was never that simple and you knew you had to tell him sooner or later, before he found out from someone else. He deserved to know.

“Hi,” your voice was hoarse. “Can I come in?” Tom looked different, older somehow, yet it had only been five weeks since you last saw him. He was pale, his chin patterned with the coarse hairs of his stubble. His eyes were bloodshot, and the bags beneath them were darker than you’d ever seen them before, even darker than when he was shooting fifteen hour days on set. Tom cleared his throat, his eyes softened slightly at the sight of you before him.

“What, uhm, what are you doing here?”

“Please, Tom. I don’t want to speak to you at the front door of your rental.”

He stepped aside, allowing you to enter his temporary home. You noticed a pair of Converse by the front door that seemed much smaller than his usual size, but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt; perhaps his mum was visiting him.

“I know we agreed it was better for us to cut each other completely out of our lives – believe me, it’s what I wanted after the shit you pulled,” your words were bitter, Tom looked hurt, but you weren’t here to argue with him any longer about your situation. “But this can’t wait.”

You followed him as he headed down the hallway to the kitchen. As you passed the door to his bedroom, you snuck a glance through the open door and stopped in your tracks when you noticed the matching set of red laced lingerie discarded across his bedroom floor amongst the clutter on his carpet.

“Is someone else here?”

Tom’s shoulders tensed, his hands balled into fists as he exhaled. He turned to face you, the guilt already plastered on his face.

“Y/n, you don’t understand, I-“

“Wow, Tom. You know for someone who was so desperate to fix whatever this mess is between us, you sure do move on fast.”

His mouth opened, but no words came out.

“Is she here? Oh God, Tom. Is it her?” Your voice was raised. Tom nodded.

“She’s in the shower,” he whispered. There was a silence. “You said you didn’t want to see me ever again, I… I… I didn’t realise that meant I couldn’t live a normal single life.” He was louder now, defensive, and slightly agitated.

“You know I almost believed you when you said you were sorry. Jesus! I nearly fucking believed you were sorry!” You shouted at him, your emotions running high.

“I was sorry!” He came closer to you, your noses almost touching. “I am sorry,” his voice was quieter. “You made the decision to remove me from your life,” he spat in a hushed tone.  “You wanted us to be apart. I wanted to make it work. I was willing to make it work. But you said no. I’m single, y/n, so why can’t I act like I am?”

“Because it’s her. That woman ruined my fucking life, Tom. How can you possibly say you’re sorry when the minute I tell you we’re done you run straight back to her?”

Tom sighed. He rubbed at his eyes, something he always did in frustration.

“Why are you here, y/n?” He looked angry. “You said you didn’t want to see me ever again. You say all this stuff about how it’s easier for us to act like we don’t know each other after I beg for you to stay in my life, and then you show up here!” He was shouting again. “And on top of that, you think you can decide who I can or can’t da-“

“Because I’m pregnant, Tom!” You blurted loudly, cutting him off. He stumbled back slightly, clearly unable to process the news you had been hiding for the past month. “I’m pregnant,” you whispered.

After a lengthy silence, Tom finally spoke up. “How long have you known?”

“A few weeks,” you admitted.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I didn’t know how.” You had imagined how this conversation would play out a million times before in your head, but you hadn’t once dreamed it up like this. “I wasn’t going to at first. But it’s your baby, Tom. You should know. You don’t have to be involved, if you don’t want. I get it, but at least you know.”

“I wanna be involved. Of course, I do. Oh my God, y/n, this is everything we ever wanted, everything I ever wanted with you.” He leant against the wall behind him, letting his head fall back to touch the exposed brick. “And I fucked it all up.”
“Tom, I don’t want to hear another apology. I’m just here to tell you. Did I think that maybe I’d tell you and I’d want to try and make this work? Admittedly so. But, after this,” you motioned towards his bedroom, “I’m going to stick to my decision of not being with you. But for the baby’s sake, we, erm, we could try being civil with each other. Maybe we could even be friends.” Tom’s head snapped up. “Maybe.”

He exhaled, pushing himself off the wall and towards you. His fingers touched the bare skin of your arms gently as he nodded. “Maybe.”

Once Upon A Time: Pilot

“You’re too late"
“You found me”
“I will always find you"
“Oh, I haven’t come here to ruin anything. On the contrary, dear. I’ve come to give you a gift"
“I shall destroy your happiness, if it is the last thing I do"
“Oh, uh, well, today’s my birthday"
“Ready to run yet?“
"Look, you don’t have to do this, okay? I can pay you. I’ve got money”
“Uh, can I help you?“
"I want you to come home with me”
“I’m calling the cops"
“There’s not a lot I’m great at in life, but I have one skill. Let’s call it a superpower"
“Wait. Please don’t call the cops"
“I can’t keep having this conversation. You have to let it go”
“We’re about to have a baby"
“I haven’t had a restful night since our wedding"
“What can I do to ease your mind?“
“It’s too dangerous”
“I’m hungry"
“This is not a road trip. We’re not stopping for snacks”
“I’m not sure you’re ready”
“Just because you believe something doesn’t make it true"
“You’ve got problems"
“Fear not, for I can ease your mind, but it’s gonna cost you something in return”
“This is a waste of time"
“What do you know?“
“We can’t do anything”
“What are you doing here? Is everything all right?“
"Giving in to one’s dark side never accomplishes anything”
“I’m not crazy”
“I say, we fight!”
“Fighting is a bad idea”
“And how many wars has a clear conscience won?“
“What the hell is this?”
“There is, however, a catch"
“Please don’t take me back there"
“Are you okay? Where have you been?! What happened?“
“Got anything stronger?”
“I’m sorry. I really have no idea what you’re talking about"
“I don’t want to do this"
“It has to be you"
“It’s the only way"
“You need to behave. Put on a smile, and stay out of trouble"
“I wasn’t drunk"
“Finding people is what I do"
“You don’t know anything about this, do you?“
“I fear this is partially my fault”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean in any way to judge you"
“Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a very powerful thing"
“At least we’re together"
“You don’t know what you’re saying"
“You’re here because it’s your destiny"
“You don’t have to be hostile”
“I know you like me. I can tell. You’re just pushing me away because I make you feel guilty”
“Just stay with me for one week. That’s all I ask. One week, and you’ll see I’m not crazy"
“My life sucks"
“No. Please. Please come back to me"
“Oh, don’t worry, dear”
“Why did you do this?“
“You’re going to lose”
“You know what’s kinda crazy?“
“I hope there’s no misunderstanding here”
“No, you don’t get to speak. You don’t get to do anything”
“So how long will you be with us?“

So… I saw this ( https://blackhat-s.tumblr.com/post/161499896440/villainous-summer-camp-au ) really cute Villainous AU made by @blackhat-s, and I started sketching some cute'n'fluffy comic about these two duper-adorable BH and Flug…
And idk if ppl will call me crazy just because I’m putting this gay trash absolutely everywhere for 3 weeks now, but hey, it’s a wild world to live in ¯\_ツ_/¯ (I honestly don’t care if anyone hates fans of PaperHat. Let us be trashy alone).
So… I really like the idea of BH being a typo “I can do everything here cause i’m important and on da top, bitches ” little idiot and Flug is the only one who actually can stay with him for more than few minutes. Of course BH is ultra fucking tsundere and he’s not fucking going to play for long because “There’re more important things to do, tsk” (little bitch). But he starts to feel something because of this nice boi who’s always following him, without a denial or anything like that. And here’s what (maybe? ) happend on (maybeeee? )one of the last summer camps nights. You know those with everyone sitting next to campfires, singing and etc… Soo back to the point- BH went all bitchy about confessing his feelings to PaperNerd ( cause his tsundere side was showing ), then he went sad because who would like-like someone with his looks, temper and etc, then Flug was like “Aw shit don’t cry ;A; What should I do to make him happier!!?…” and… This^ happend. Flug was smooth as a kid 👌

I really don’t know what to think about this piece. It’s so sketchy and lazy done… But it was 12pm and I’m having a lot of problems with school so… Idk ¯\_ツ_/¯ i hope someone likes it.

Also I have completely fell for that little touch about these two… Flug is for once taller. AND I LOVE IT!