“How was your day?”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”
You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.
Never afraid to speak and/or draw her mind, Los Angeles based artist and illustrator, Hellen Jo and her characters can be described as rough, vulgar, tough, jaded, powerful, bratty and bad-ass - AKA her own brand of femininity. Known for her comic Jin & Jam, and her work as an illustrator and storyboard artist for shows such as Steven Universe and Regular Show, Hellen’s rebellious, and sometimes grotesque artwork and illustrations are redefining Asian American women and women of color in comics. In fact, that’s why Hellen Jo was a must-interviewee for our latest Sketchy Behavior where we talk to her about her love of comics and zines, her antiheroines, and redefining what Asian American women identity is or can be; and what her ultimate dream project realized would be.
Okay but can you imagine how important the Triwizard Tournament must have been to Fleur? It’s probably safe to say that all her life the thing that people noticed about her first, or even possibly the only thing they noticed about her, was her beauty. The veela in her, and not the Fleur in her. Now, finally, she’s being recognized for her skill as a witch. She is chosen as the only female participant in the tournament from among countless entrants from her school, boys and girls (side-eyes the movies), and she worked hard for this. It must have been such an amazing feeling to know that, finally, she can be recognized for something other than just her beauty. I can’t help but feel like she wanted this more than any of the others chosen because there was so much more at stake for her, and
I can’t imagine how crushing it must have been for her when she began to fall behind. Even so, she didn’t let herself be disheartened by it, and I think that speaks to her true character more than anything. Fleur Delacour is so much more than just another pretty face.
Summary: (College!AU): In which an impromptu performance of Shakespeare occurs at the foot of your stairs.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1,558
A/N: @snugglebuck requested: Omg so I just say this prompt list and one of them was “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me” and all I could think about was ALIL and Bucky doing this or like even when the reader is at the top of a staircase and like even better when he’s drunk or something. This takes place between “The Honeymoon Phase” and “Jealousy”
@avengerstories - I can’t thank you enough for always editing my stuff for me.
After what felt like an endless day of classes, you decide to treat yourself to a night off. In order to fully enjoy yourself, you change into the coziest pajamas you can find and take all of your best snacks out of hiding. Once you’ve gotten everything you need in order, you close the door to your room and turn off the lights. The darkness adds to the overall movie theater atmosphere that you want to create for your night of Netflix and relaxation.
You’re halfway through your second movie when your door flies open. The bright light from the hallway is a shock to your system and you cover your eyes automatically, blindly searching for the space bar on your laptop to pause what you’re watching. “What?”
Only three things were required in order for a movie night to be considered successful: a) a movie, obviously, b) blankets, to cuddle into, of course, and c) popcorn, self-explanatory. Unfortunately, this particular movie night was running low on c, and it was your turn to heat some more.
Everything you (n)ever wanted to know about archery
Don’t watch Lord of the Rings, the Hunger Games, or Avatar. At least, not for the archery. Hollywood is stock full of misinformation and misrepresentation about archery. Sadly, not a lot of writers have the opportunity to really delve into the practice. So here is my all you wanted to know primer from how bows are constructed, to lining up and releasing the shot, to treating your friend’s nasty broadhead wound.
Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero.
If this were a fairytale, maybe even a Young Adult novel or a chick flick, this would be the moment where Louis would stare right into his soul and whisper, “You. It’s you, Harry,” before pulling him in for a kiss right there and then in the middle of the sidewalk. They’d confess their never-ending love for each other then hold hands for the rest of the walk home, and then they’d go to uni together and become the ultimate power couple of their campus. They’d start a family together a few years after they graduate, find a large house somewhere nice and preferably warm, get two pet dogs and five cats, and then adopt enough children to start a football team. If only men could get pregnant as well, Harry thinks wistfully. He’d love to carry Louis’ babies given the chance.
But. This isn’t a fairytale, nor is it a movie based off the latest YA bestseller. This is real life.
(harry is in love with love, volunteers to hand out valentine gifts for a week, and somehow becomes the football captain’s secret admirer.)
Summary: Chris Evans x Reader where the reader and Chris have a daughter and she gets jealous when he starts spending time on and off set with Mckenna, and he accidentally misses an important day (as requested by anonymous) Word count: 1,052 A/N: in the midst of my college duties/exams, you, anon, managed to inspire and motivate me me enough to make me whip this up in under a day! (Also, Frank gave me dad feels.)
i’ve seen the lego batman movie 3 times since last saturday, and i wanted to draw some shapes. i always end up taking canon designs as more of a suggestion than anything when drawing fan art, but drawing lego dudes as…. human-ish dudes… took it a step further and it was a fun thing to mess around with.
A/N I’ve decided I’m going to do this in parts. It’s just easier and
otherwise it’ll end up pretty long. Requests for part 2?
“Please,” Baekhyun begged.
“No, Baekhyun. The whole idea’s ridiculous,” you snapped.
The two of you were sitting on Baekhyun’s double bed in his room, gripping
video game controllers with eyes glued to the screen. The pause screen suddenly
blared up on the screen. You sighed and turned to face your friend.
“Please, Y/N,” he
tried again. Baekhyun had proposed the idea of using you as a ‘fake girlfriend’
so he could make some other girl jealous, with an end result of attracting her.
The two of you were good friends, but he clearly had no idea quite how much
Baekhyun meant to you. In your eyes, he was more than a friend.
“You seriously invited me over to play video games and watch
movies to then sugar coat the fact you want me to pose as your girlfriend for
some other random girl? I won’t do it. We’re not in some stupid reality show.”
You uncrossed your legs and dropped the controller on his bed, standing up.
“Well when you put it like that… Please, I’ll do anything.
You’ll have my life eternally in your debt,” Baekhyun pleaded.
“You’re crazy,” you muttered, stepping out his room and
shutting the door behind you. The two of you rarely fought, but surely your
feelings for him had triggered the outburst towards him. You couldn’t help the
jealousy bubbling inside you.
Just as you had the front door of his apartment open, you
stopped. You loathed the fact that you were creating drama in your friendship.
Deep down, all you wanted was to please Baekhyun. With a groan at your defeat,
you spun around and made your way back towards Baekhyun’s room. You opened his
door and leaned against the frame. Baekhyun looked up at you.
“Fine. I’ll do it.” He grinned.
You threw a hoodie on and turned to Baekhyun who was sitting
atop your bed and studying your outfit choice, a hand resting on his chin.
“Right, let’s go and get this over with,” you sighed,
reaching for your phone.
“Hmm…” Baekhyun hummed.
“Maybe something a little… Skimpier?” You gawked at him. “More
revealing?” Was he serious?
“Baekhyun, I agreed to do this whole crazy scenario for you.
If I want to wear a hoodie and jeans, I’m going to wear a damn hoodie and
“But –” he began to protest. “Don’t you want to outlook that
girl?” He reeled you in. It’s as if he knew how you truly felt. You were silent
for a few moments.
“Fine.” God, the
amount of times you’d given in to that boy. Drawing your hoodie off and then
reaching to pull up your strap top, you stopped and began blushing.
“Oh – sorry.” Baekhyun pulled up a hand to cover his eyes,
smiling. Being very aware that he was probably still peeking through his
fingers, you turned around to remove your top. You made your way over to your
closet and pulled out an off-the-shoulder top that clung to your waist and
showed off your curves. It also seemed to enhance your collarbones nicely.
“This?” you checked. Baekhyun pulled his hand away from his
eyes and beamed.
“That’s better!” he exclaimed, clasping his hands together
“Anything else you want me to completely change about myself
to meet your standards?” you demanded.
“Nope! You look perfect.” You blushed again and had to look
to the ground, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You had to remind
yourself that you were part of his little act to get another girl, you were
simply his doll for the night. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t use the night
as your chance to enjoy Baekhyun as if he were your significant other, no
matter how much it would ruin you when he was no longer yours.
As the two of you departed the dorm, Baekhyun slipped his
hand into yours.
“What are you doing?” you gasped.
“Couples tend to hold hands, believe it or not,” Baekhyun
“Oh, right.” This could
take some getting used to. “So, where are we going? How do you know where
she’ll be at this hour?” It was dark outside.
“The library. She loves reading. How sweet is that?”
“I like reading.”
“Yeah, but…” He paused. “Yeah, I guess you do.”
The library was lit dimly; a gentle hum of computers
whirring seemed to ease your nerves. This was your one night to have Baekhyun
as your date, you were going to use the opportunity well. However, the idea
that a few other students were dotted around the library, potentially watching,
made you nervous.
“There she is.” Baekhyun pressed his lips to your ear and
murmured. “Do something cute, act like we’re having a good time.” You shivered
in anticipation to the feeling of his lips brushing against you. To his
command, you brought a hand to your lips and faked a small giggle, before
turning to look at him in awe. His eyes seemed to mirror yours. A soft smile
played at his lips and he looked at you as if you were the most fascinating
being in the whole universe. You wished he’d look at you like that all the
You caught the girl he had his eyes on look your way, her
eyes wide. You took the opportunity and pulled Baekhyun towards you, your hands
gripping his jacket. Your lips collided, his body tightening in shock but soon
relaxing into the kiss. Your heart beat so hard in your chest you wondered if
he could feel it against his own. He entwined his slender fingers into your
hair, moaning into the kiss. You had never imagined your first kiss with
Baekhyun would be like this; a stage.
You pulled back, gasping for air and pulling him down onto a
particularly large bean bag at a perfect angle for the girl to catch glances at
you. The two of you laughed, breathless and landing in a heap on each other. He
adjusted himself and pulled you onto his lap. You spent the next while giggling
at each other and peppering kisses over each other’s skin. His hands roamed
your body, but you restricted your own hands to only his face and fluffy hair.
You knew it would be purely teasing yourself otherwise.
Baekhyun let a finger trace shapes on your thigh. Your hair
seemed to stand on end as he touched you. You couldn’t help the moan that
escaped your lips and you locked eyes with Baekhyun, your face heating up
again. It was completely accidental, but at the sound, the girl snapped her
book shut and stood up. Her chair scraped patronisingly against the wooden
She began walking towards the two of you, her heels clicking
as an agonisingly slow countdown to ending your moments in heaven with
Baekhyun. You averted your gaze from his eyes, not letting yourself witness
them light up when she approached the two of you. She leant her weight on one
foot, a hand resting on her hip.
“Excuse me, I don’t think the library is the right place for
that,” She sneered. Almost instantly,
you swung your legs off your no longer pretend boyfriend, stood up untidily and
straightened out your clothes. Your head was still in a daze, as if Baekhyun
had left an effect on you like alcohol. You could only take so much before you’d
had enough. Without another word, you left out the large glass doors. Your work
was over now, you were no longer needed.
Bitterly wishing Baekhyun good luck, you returned to your
“It upsets me to think this is our last day together for months.” I confessed to Shawn, who was currently laying on the couch with his head in my lap, engrossed in a movie. My words made him turn his head to look at me. He looked up at me through beautiful brown eyes.
“Then just don’t think about it and you won’t be upset.” he said with a shrug. Oh what a wonderful solution you have there, Shawn. I wish it were that easy.
“It’s just not that easy. You’re going on a world tour, I’m going to college. You have other friends, Shawn, I don’t. All I have is you.”
“You have friends other than me. There’s no way I’m your only friend.” he teased.
“I have acquaintances, not friends.” I informed. “These acquaintances also won’t be going to the same school as me.”
“Nobody else could get into the school you’re going to because not everyone can be a fucking mega genius like you.” Shawn said, sounded irritated.
“Is that any way to talk to your best friend who made sure you passed physics and graduated?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows at him. His facial expression softened at my tone and he no longer seemed angry. We sat in silence for another hour or so, long enough for the movie to be over. Shawn’s friend had suggested the movie and it sucked, if I’m being honest. We decided on watching The Notebook after that, one we both always loved.
We sat next to each other, my head on Shawn’s shoulder but in a platonic, nothing-more-than-friends way. It had gotten to the scene where Allie was kissing ice cream off of Noah’s lips and I felt Shawn laughing. I pulled away from his shoulder to look at him.
“What is it?” I queried, not being able to avoid the smile spreading across my lips from hearing his laugh.
“Wouldn’t it be amazing to be that in love with somebody?” he said. It made my heart sink because, until just now, I had managed to put away my thoughts about how in love I am with Shawn. I had hoped that just this one time we could be together without my thoughts interrupting what should only be friendship with Shawn. My throat felt dry and my eyes stung after he said the words. It was just a simple question, but to me it showed that he wasn’t in love with anyone, including me.
I managed to nod my head then scoot a few inches away from Shawn. I continued watching the movie, not being able to help but imagine Shawn and I being that in love with each other. Sadly, the love was only one sided. We definitely loved each other, but he only loved me as a best friend and I loved him with all I had in me. I realized in this moment I should have told him a long time ago. I should have confessed my feelings because now, we won’t see each other for months so it’s too late.
Shawn and I had planned to spend the whole day together but once the movie was over I felt too lost in my thoughts to stick around.
“I guess I should head home now.” I said softly, starting to stand up.
“What? Why?” Shawn asked, sounding concerned. I looked back at him and he looked hurt that I wanted to leave so early. “I thought you were staying all day?” I wanted to stay, I wanted it more than anything but I couldn’t focus on being his best friend when I was too busy thinking about being his girlfriend. My face felt hot and my eyes stung again, I could feel that they were tearing up. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Shawn grabbed my hand and rubbed his thumb over mine. I desperately tried to keep the tears in but I couldn’t help one from falling. A single tear ran down my left cheek and I wiped it away quickly.
“Y/N, please tell me what’s wrong? Did I do something or say something? Come here.” Shawn begged. He lead me to the couch and I sat across from him with my legs crossed.
This was it, this is when I have to tell him. I thought to myself.
I was a horrible liar and Shawn knew better than anyone when I was lying. My voice went higher than usual and my cheeks always turned pink after I realized how ridiculous the lie was. If I lied, he would know. I should just save myself the trouble of making up a lie and tell him.
“I just really don’t want us to have to leave each other because-”
“Because why?” He interrupted.
“Because I hate not being able to see you.” I said, stalling as long as I could.
“Why are you so upset though? I have to leave all the time and you don’t cry, do you?”
“No, but it’s different this time. I’m leaving for college so when you come home, I won’t be here. When I come home, you won’t be here, Shawn. It’s so different this time.”
“It’s not that much diff-”
“Yes, it is, Shawn! You don’t understand!” I said, raising my voice at him without meaning to.
“Then make me understand, Y/N. What is different about leaving this time?”
“Because I’m fucking in love with you and I have to leave you! You’re the reason why I’m going to college in Toronto, so I can be close to you when you come home.” I gasped when I realized that I told him. I actually told Shawn how I felt instead of keeping it to myself like I had for the past half of a year.
“Do you honestly think that I’m not in love with? Why do you think I’ve stayed here and haven’t gotten an apartment in New York or Los Angeles or wherever I want?” He paused. I only stared, waiting for him to continue. He ran his fingers through his thick hair out of frustration. “It kills me every time I have to leave you. You don’t even understand. I should have told you sooner, but I love you. I love you so damn much that it hurts. I’ve seen you get your heart broken multiple times and I have done absolutely nothing about it. I should have told you a long time ago, I’m sorry that we had to tell each other like this.”
“Shawn, don’t apologize. I should have told you a long time ago as well.” I cooed. I rubbed his arm in an attempt to calm him. “What does this mean for us?”
“What do you want it to mean?” He asked, looking up at me with his rich, caramel colored eyes. My own eyes stared into his for a moment, as if I was searching for the answer in his eyes. I exhaled sharply but slowly before giving him an answer.
“I want to make this work if you want to. I want to be with you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” I spoke. His eyes lit up at my words.
He moved closer to me and I didn’t move, I let him inch closer. I watched his every move and then he took my hand in his. Shawn’s fingers laced with mine and I waited for him to do something more. I knew I wouldn’t be able to force myself to initiate a kiss, so I waited for Shawn.
I stared into Shawn’s eyes and his face came closer to mine. A few small tears still lingered on my cheeks and Shawn kissed them away. The feeling of his lips on my skin felt phenomenal, I couldn’t describe the feeling. I breathed hard and sporadically. Shawn’s lips hovered over mine, our lips barely grazing against each other. I surprised myself when I closed the gap. I pressed my lips against his soft, smooth lips. We both smiled, causing us to bump our teeth together. We both laughed because it wasn’t awkward, it felt right. We knew each other so well already that this just felt right. This was how it was supposed to be all along.
Our lips moved together while Shawn’s hands rested on my waist. His soft skin lingered on my lips and he began to pull away. I grabbed the material of his shirt, pulling him back into me.
“Please. Don’t stop.” I breathed out against his lips. My breath was hot and short, I needed his lips on mine so badly that I couldn’t breathe properly. He smiled then kissed me once more. His tongue now traced over my bottom lip and I whimpered lightly at the feeling. Just simple touches from him were driving me insane. I had been craving kisses like these for so long now that this moment felt like pure bliss. His tongue moved against mine slowly and gently, but the kiss grew heated. Shawn’s teeth sunk into my bottom lip and I gasped at the feeling.
His lips now pressed against my neck and it felt delightful. My eyelids closed slowly at the feeling. I didn’t want to focus on anything but Shawn’s lips on my skin right now, but Shawn made that an easy task. His soft lips fluttering on my skin lightly made me shiver. His long fingers traced circles on my hips under my shirt. I now laid underneath him, he hovered over me but pressed his lower half into me. I could feel a slight bulge growing in his jeans and couldn’t help the smirk that grew on my lips.
We kept kissing for a while longer, until both our lips were raw and we had both kissed what little bit of skin that was exposed with all our clothing still on. Shawn’s fingers fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, obviously wanting to take it off.
“Bedroom?” He asked quickly in between sweet pecks on each other’s lips. I nodded and he grabbed my hand, I then followed to his room. Once in his room with the door closed, his fingers moved under my shirt again. He looked into my eyes to make sure it was okay and I gave him a look of approval. He peeled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Shawn moved over me on his bed. He kissed my still bra-clad chest delicately. My whole body erupted with a feeling I had never felt with any other guy before Shawn. He slipped his fingers under my bra straps and slid them down my shoulders. His hands were soon at my back to unclasp my bra.
Suddenly, I felt insecure. I felt like I wouldn’t be enough for him. I inhaled deeply while he removed my bra, hoping he wouldn’t be disappointed. Before I could process what was happening, Shawn’s mouth was on my breasts. His lips first kissed lightly, then sucked on my sensitive skin. His tongue teased my nipples and I ran my fingers through his hair. I moaned and whimpered from his touch and he hummed, his throat vibrating against me in response.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” Shawn kissed my stomach right above the button of my pants. I grew nervous because up until this point, I knew what I was doing and I knew what to expect. I’d had sex a couple times before, sure, but Shawn was much more experienced than I was. Even through the nerves, though, my centre throbbed for Shawn.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Shawn asked me. My nerves wanted me to say no, but I did want this. I had wanted it, needed it for so long. I told him yes and he continued. His kissed my hips while unbuttoning my pants. They slid down my legs and dropped to the floor with the rest of my clothing. I realized then that Shawn was still fully clothed. He hovered over me again to kiss me. His tongue played with mine and I pushed his shirt up while kissing him, hinting that I wanted it off. He pulled the fabric over his toned abdomen and chest and I nearly felt my heart stop in that moment.
I had seen Shawn shirtless many times but I never really could admire him like I wanted. This time, my eyes scanned over him slowly, taking in every detail of all the ridges and valleys of his body. Shawn asked again if I was sure that I wanted this, I told him again that I did. His long fingers rubbed my core through the damp cloth of my underwear. I squirmed under his touch, even though it was barely anything compared to what would come next. His hands hooked around my panties and removed them. I was now completely nude in front of Shawn for the very first time, something I thought would never happen.
He slipped his middle finger into me, causing me to gasp. His finger worked slowly inside me, trying not to build up the pressure too quickly. Shawn’s mouth made its way to my pussy, licking enthusiastically over my clit. I moaned for him over and over. I soon lost all control over holding off my orgasm. Shawn’s tongue flicked up and down my clit and his finger curled inside me. I arched my back and Shawn now had to hold my legs apart. I came so blissfully and Shawn drug out my orgasm until it was almost painful.
He moved from between my legs with a smile on his face. He wiped his mouth dry with his hand after licking my juices off his finger. A thought occurred to me, I wondered how many times he had done that to be so amazing at it. I also wondered how many times he had done what we were about to do. It was a stupid thing to think, but the experience I lacked in this area made me think this way.
I started to remove Shawn’s jeans. I unbuttoned them eagerly because I wanted to please him like he had just pleased me. Taking his jeans off revealed a prominent bulge in his underwear, which made me even wetter, if that was possible at this point. I inched the waistband of his boxers down until they were off him completely. I took his length in my hand, unsure of what to do but he seemed to enjoy it. I jerked my hand upwards on his cock and he moaned quietly. Shawn’s much larger hand pushed mine away, I thought that maybe it was because he didn’t like it as much as I had presumed.
“You’re going to have to stop. I want to last for you, Y/N.” he spoke. I felt my cheeks heat up at the thought of making him feel so good that he may cum. He searched in his nightstand drawer for a condom. He rolled it onto his hard length after tearing open the wrapper.
“Y/N, I’m only going to ask you one more time and please be honest, are you sure, absolutely sure you want to do this with me?” He said sweetly, lovingly. I started to second guess this whole thing. It was too soon, we just confessed our feelings for each other barely an hour ago. However, if we didn’t do this now, it would be months before we ever got to. I didn’t think I could wait that long.
“I’m completely sure, Shawn. I want this, I need this with you. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.” I assured him. He lined himself up at my entrance and kissed my forehead before pushing into me. I winced at the slight discomfort but was no longer hurting after four very slow and steady thrusts.
“Are you okay?” Shawn said, sounding concerned. I nodded and he kept thrusting at a slow pace. I could tell his thrusts were shallow and I was no longer hurting, therefore I wrapped my legs around him. This pushed his length deeper inside me than it had previously been.
“Oh, Shawn.” I gasped. I looked up at Shawn to see him biting his lip while watching himself thrust in and out of me. He looked as if he was struggling with keeping it at such a slow pace from the way his chest was rising so rapidly. He slid into me with ease now and finally, finally bottomed out. We both moaned at the feeling.
“Faster,” I begged, once the feeling of pain and discomfort was completely gone. Shawn looked into my eyes first, just to be sure, then sped up the pace of his thrusts. I could tell this speed pleasured him much more than the previous one and it was a pleasurable feeling for me as well. Shawn’s moans were more frequent and drawn out now. I moaned just as often, maybe even more than Shawn did. He knew how to make this feel so wonderful and different than it had ever felt for me before.
One hand was in Shawn’s hair and the other gripped onto his bicep, my nails digging into his skin. With each thrust I came closer to my climax and Shawn made it hard to not come undone so soon. I tensed around him after a deep thrust. I became short of breath and Shawn could sense I was close. He thrusted faster and I could barely take it. I clenched around his dick, because I wanted to feel every inch of him and also because I couldn’t control it.
Shawn’s hands were placed on my waist in an attempt to get a better grip while he thrusted. Just one more hard, deep thrust pushed me over into euphoric bliss all because of Shawn. I couldn’t believe he could make me feel this way, make me feel like no one else ever had. I grew more sensitive with every second that passed while Shawn brought himself to his orgasm. He pushed in and out of me sloppily and by the time I felt warm liquid fill the condom, I was more sensitive than ever before. Shawn hissed profanities through his teeth.
Shawn threw the condom away then left to clean up. He returned some minutes later and gave me a shirt of his to throw on. I slipped into it and took in his scent. Shawn lay beside me and we just looked at each other with our arms wrapped around one another. We took in the beautiful sight of each other with that post-orgasm glow we now both had. Inevitably, I thought of how we were both leaving tomorrow. It made my heart break into tiny pieces.
“I wish you didn’t have to leave me tomorrow.” I whispered.
“I wish I didn’t either. But when we both come home, I’m yours and you’re mine, yeah?” He spoke. A smile spread across my lips and I nodded to agree. I pecked his lips softly. The feeling of being his was overwhelming.
“Dude, come on! It’s after ten. The
rent-a-cops have disappeared until midnight. I want to take a selfie with that
giant fucking pigeon before we head to the party.”
Junhong rolls his eyes at your request as
he pulls his apartment door and shoves his keys in his backpack. “Why the hell
is there a giant pigeon statue on campus, anyway? I get that they needed the
new art building, it’s really nice in there, by the way, but that statue’s
“It’s terrifying,” you laugh as you drop
your board to the asphalt and wait for Junhong to do the same. “But it’s quirk
and weird and it’ll get some likes on Instagram. So, you know, doing it for the
Okay so I’m having to post this again because I was going through my page and for some reason this piece got deleted! Dunno how! Anyway, there’s a part two to this and it just doesn’t make sense without the first!
Y/N loves flying out to see Harry. She loves hearing the enthusiasm in his voice when she tells him her vacation’s been approved at work. She loves when Harry picks her up from airports, holding up the cutest handmade sign that reads ‘Y/N!!(:’. Especially because he draws happy faces, or hearts, or loads of x’s, and goes overboard with exclamation points sometimes. She loves hearing Harry go on and on about the town(or city) he’s in at the time. Loves it when he talks about the locations that are popular, as if he really is all familiar, when in reality he’s only just gotten there himself a day prior and hadn’t even heard of the place before then. It makes her think that maybe he lays awake at night, before her arrival, studying these places, just so he can tell her all about them. She loves going out to sight see with him, wonderful spots she’s never even dreamt of visiting. She really loves hanging out with the boys and the crew, and engaging with fans when they come up to Harry, or Liam, or Louis, or Niall. More than anything though, she loves spending time with Harry.
This time it’s different though, and if she’s being honest, she’s feeling a tad nervous. Well, that might be an understatement.
Harry’s quite excited though. It’s been a while since he’s seen his best friend. Sure, he’s constantly phoning her, or messaging her, but it’s not the same. So when he sees her with her luggage, the escalator moving too slow for his liking, he smiles wide in adoration. Definitely not the same.
But here he is, his hair short and slicked messily to the side. With a sign that reads 'Y/N ♡ (:’, just like
she has missed. And as soon as she steps off the escalator, she drops her bags with a thud and Harry’s striding towards her, arms open.
“Missed you, kitten.” He smiles into her hair, inhaling the refreshing yet familiar scent of vanilla.
It’s quite easy for Harry to pick her up and spin her then, and she gives a small squeak, but laughs anyway.
“Been missing you since you left, you big movie star, you.”
And her voice is music to his ears, can never get enough. It’s why their conversations always go into the wee hours of the morning.
Harry sets her back down, gently, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “M'still the same ole lad that liked to work at a bakery.” Harry never really does change. Always been so humble. “Hey! Did y'know-”
“That you used to work at a bakery!” Y/N joins in, and they finish the sentence together. “I might’ve heard something about that, yes.”
They both chuckle before Harry takes her suitcase handle in his hand, “lemme help you with these, love.”
“How was the trip?” Harry questions, leading the way out.
Y/N hasn’t really known anything but quiet airports when it comes to visiting Harry. Always been best to arrive at night so the possibilities of getting swarmed are to a minimum.
“Slept a lot. Got a bit of work done-”
“You never really understood what a vacation was,” Harry chuckles. And it’s quite true. She can never really not do anything, and in that aspect, Harry and Y/N are much alike. But that’s why she likes vacationing with Harry, he’s able to distract her and really help her relax.
“That’s why m'here, darlin’.” She retorts, “anyway. It was sort of weird, too. Couple of people came up to me, no idea who they were, and asked about ya.”
Harry raises an eyebrow at this.
“Mhm-” she hums. By this time, he’s loading her belongings into the back of a rental, before opening the passenger door for her, “one guy even asked for a picture with me.”
Harry makes his way around the front of the car, jumping so into the driver’s seat.
“S'now y'think you’re all high an’ mighty?” He teases, giving her a smirk and putting the car in drive.
“Don’t worry, you’ll always be my number one,” Y/N giggles, patting his hand set on the arm rest.
Harry nods and laughs in amusement, “m'just glad you’re here, poppet. M'excited for you to meet everyone.”
“Me too,” she answers, unsure.
And if it were anyone else, she might’ve gotten away with that, but it’s Harry, and Harry knows her too well, so he takes her hand in his and gently squeezes it, smiling a reassuring smile “they’re gonna love ya’.”
And just like she predicted, Harry’s making sure to note places he’s either read about or has been to on their way to the hotel. The pub he and his cast mates went to on a day off, restaurant they celebrated a crew member’s birthday, park he likes to take a run through.
But Y/N still can’t help the uneasiness that creeps back up, because when she visited Harry on tours, she knew mostly everyone. Even when Harry wasn’t around because he was rehearsing, or in wardrobe, or performing, she still had Lou and Lux, sometimes Gemma and Meredith. But now, she’s not going to know anyone but Harry, and that’s a little scary when she thinks about it. Who is she going to talk to when Harry’s on set. She really doesn’t want to come off as a loner. And she’s naturally super shy, so she doesn’t want his cast ages to think she’s stuck up either.
“Here we are,” Harry’s voice cuts through her thoughts, “you’ll be sleeping in the room next to mine. S'got a door that connects 'em, so I’ll be a step away.”
Harry’s always been so considerate with her, to the point where it feels like she’s being babied. But she doesn’t mind, cos he tells her he’s just being cautious. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to her, and she knows, he’s always been real protective.
“S'that mean I can come over to yours?” Y/N doesn’t mean to sound like a child. Usually the first night in a foreign city she spends in Harry’s room. They’ll be watching movies or just talking until Y/N is more at ease, and eventually he’ll get her to sleep. She always tells him she’ll try her best not to bother him, but she can’t think of anything better than cuddling up to Harry. And Harry assures her he doesn’t mind. Not at all. He’s always said he sleeps much better when he’s got someone to cuddle.
“Door’s gonna be wide open-” he smiles, pushing his floor number button with his thumb once inside the lift, “-figuratively, o'course.”
Y/N smiles at him, her way of saying 'thank you’, before she yawns and rubs at her eyes.
When the lift comes to a halt, Harry helps a now very sleepy Y/N out, leading the way with the palm of his hand on her back. Times likes these he’s got to make sure his steps are shorter, wouldn’t want to hurry her up. He slides the keycard and opens her suite door, setting her belongings down next to the TV stand.
“Up you go,” he whispers now, noticing how droopy her eyes have gotten.
He pulls the covers back, letting her slip under before he’s taking off her sneakers and settling her into bed. The upside in having her arrive at night is that she always wears bed time clothes to ensure she’s comfortable.
“I’ll make sure to wake you for brekkie. G'nite, kitten.”
With a light kiss to her temple, Harry makes his way next door into his own room. A room that feels just a little empty now for some reason. And Harry stands here in the dark, a feeling of relief washing over him as he runs his fingers through his hair. He slips off his boots, then his shirt, and lastly his pants before deciding on a warm shower, excited that tomorrow, Harry will finally be able to introduce to everyone the girl he’s been going on about for a while now.
Harry wakes up to a slight stream of light coming in through the curtains, a hand instinctively feeling the spot next to him, in hopes that it wouldn’t be empty, but when he feels nothing but cool sheets, he can’t ignore the feeling of disappointment in the pit of his stomach.
One thing Harry always counted on is Y/N’s body next to him. Doesn’t matter whether she’s cuddled up to him, arm flung across his torso and face buried in his neck, or if she’s a ball of limbs sleeping inches away from him, hair laid messily against white sheets. He finds comfort in the way she breathes, her hands mindlessly reaching over to him to touch him, any part of him. That’s why she’s his favourite to cuddle. Let’s him move her around any which way he wants, and only nuzzles into him closer. When it’s hot, she settles for Harry’s arm around and under her neck, slung lazy on her shoulder, her head on his chest. When it’s cold, she lets him spoon her, his torso warm against her back, arms locked around her waist and their legs tangled. Sometimes he rubs her tummy, too. Knows she likes it when he rubs her tummy. It’s why he prefers it when it’s cold.
“Morning sunshine!” And just like that, a smile creeps over him as he looks over at Y/N make her way to the edge of his bed laying out his clothes on top, “completely knocked out last night. Woke up real early! I’ve picked out your outfit! Now let’s get going before you’re late!”
Y/N’s not sure what got into her. The sudden confidence seems to have her over excited now, giddy and in a hurry to get to Harry’s work.
“Woah! Whas’ gotten into yeh?”
Y/N knows the drill the second Harry sits up and reaches for the cover, so she turns around and stares at the wall so he can change.
She shrugs, “figured I should make the most of it. S'not everyday I get to hang out with famous people!”
“Ayeeee! S'not nice!” Harry would be offended if he had an ego, but it really only reminds him that Y/N doesn’t care that he’s Harry Styles.
“M'joking!” She turns around after hearing the sound of a zipper being pulled up.
Harry gives her a playful glare before sliding his shirt over his head and his arms, tugging at the bottom and stretching it down. He looks at her through the bathroom mirror, talking to her about the people he’s been spending time with as he washes his face and brushes his teeth.
Minutes later, they’re out for breakfast before heading to set.
Y/N’s having a grand time. She honestly doesn’t know why she was so worried. Everyone’s been so lovely to her. She was timid at first yeah, practically clinging to Harry when they arrived. But when he was taken to get into costume and she was left alone, a few of his cast mates approach her, making small talk before excusing themselves. She’s observing, watching everyone scrambling around to their positions when one of the crew ladies offers her a donut, and she doesn’t want to be rude and not take one, so she does, and boy is she glad she did. Because at that moment, a guy clad in a soldier costume, his face covered with what she’s assuming is mud, reaches for the last glazed just when she’s about to grab it.
He apologises and hands it over to her, claiming he likes the chocolate ones better anyway. He politely introduces himself, jokingly tipping his imaginary hat. Fionn is his name, and she remembers him from a few of the first leaked pictures of Harry on the set. He asks her name, and when she tells him, he hmm’s knowingly and says “so you’re the famous Y/N” before taking another bite of his donut.
Y/N’s not sure how long they’ve been talking for, all she knows is that her face is starting to hurt from so much smiling. The sound of a train whistle brings her back, and she looks up to see Harry looking back at them, a look on his face that she can’t make out. She waves at him, a huge smile on her face because she’s finally here, looking at her very handsome best friend in action, and he doesn’t wave back, rather keeps his stare stern before tucking his body back into the locomotive, causing her smile to fade.
Prompt from @allineedisconnor: okay im having a serious case of feels bc of episode 4 so can i request one where like jughead goes to the readers house after the drive in is razed and they just talk about stuff and have a lazy afternoon curling up and watching movies like their own drive in
A/N: I know I said this would come out tomorrow night, but I was able to finish this prompt tonight and I wanted to post it ASAP! Hope you enjoy!
Gif by: @juptern (I just realized this is the second time I’ve used your gifs, is this alright?)
Saturday night. Also known as the time of the week where you could have your peace and quiet. Being involved with the Blue & Gold with your boyfriend Jughead and best friend Betty, and with updates on Jason Blossom’s murder coming everyday, you had been writing constantly. Saturday night however, was your relaxation time. You had finished all your homework on Friday and Saturday morning and planned to study for your tests on Sunday. Your parents were out of town for the weekend meeting up with old friends of theirs. You were home alone for the first time in a long time and you’d be damned if you didn’t make the best of it.
Unfortunately, your peace and quiet time had been disrupted twice so far. First there were the Girl Scouts. Usually you loved them and their cute little ways to try to get you to buy their Thin Mints but today’s girls just wouldn’t chill with the bargaining. They even upped the price of their Thin Mints which they didn’t tell you about until after you had agreed to buy two orders of them. Then there was the fact that Jughead hadn’t texted you in two days. Now, usually you wouldn’t have minded, knowing that he was focused on his novel, but ghosting was unlike Jughead. Besides, you knew your boyfriend loved the drive-in theater that had bulldozed the previous day, and you wanted to be there for him. If you knew where he lived, you would’ve gone over to check on him, but you didn’t know where he lived. When you asked Jughead about it, he just mumbled something about having a rough home life and how it wasn’t a good place to hang out. He didn’t like to talk about it and you got the message. So you left it alone. You guys either stayed in your house and watched movies or went to Pop’s and chatted about life. Despite your worry, you figured Jughead just needed some time to deal with the drive-in’s destruction and tried to relax. Just as you snuggled under the blanket with your mug of hot chocolate and Netflix playing on your laptop, a knock at the door reverberated around the house. You groaned in frustration, slamming the mug down on the coffee table and throwing the blanket off. What now? You stomped over to the front door and swung it open ready to tell whoever was there off when you were greeted by the sight of Jughead. The first thing you noticed was his humongous backpack and the posters sticking out of it. Then you looked up at his eyes. He looked like he was about to cry and your heart just broke.
“Jug…” you began.
“I don’t have anywhere to go.” he said, desperately trying to keep his wavering voice steady.
You quickly ushered him in and he dropped his heavy backpack on the floor, rubbing a hand over his face.
“Jug,” you said again.
He didn’t respond. You gently turned him around and placed your hand on his cheek.
“Jughead.” you said softly.
Jughead finally looked up at you, a tear rolling down his cheek. “I don’t have anywhere to go.” he said again, softer and more broken that you had ever heard him.
You looked up at him, searching his eyes for an answer of what could’ve happened. Did his parents kick him out? If they did, why did they kick him out?
“Come on,” you said softly, leading him to the couch. “Tell me what’s going on.”
In the next few hours that followed, Jughead told you everything. Everything about his dad, his mom, and Jellybean. The Southside Serpents, his dad’s job, his mom and Jellybean’s whereabouts, and where he had been living for the past few months. When he was done, he began to cry, finally breaking down after holding it all in after for so long. You whispered reassuring words in his ear as he cried in your arms, trying to stop your own tears from falling asking yourself, Why Jughead? Out of everyone in the world, why Jughead?
After a while, you noticed that your boyfriend’s cries went from heaving sobs to small sniffles and you ran your fingers through his hair.
“Jughead?” you asked.
Jughead looked up at you, his eyes and cheeks red. He looked so vulnerable.
“You can stay here. I’ll tell my parents what you told me. They’ll understand. You can take the guest bedroom. It’s gonna be okay,” you said.
Jughead looked up at you with the softest expression you had ever seen and nodded as he pulled away from your warm embrace, wiping his eyes with his jacket sleeve.
“Thank you.” he said quietly, his voice shredded from crying.
Your heart broke for what seemed like the millionth time that night, as you tried to come up with a plan to make Jughead happy again, at least for a little while. Then it hit you. You got up and started to take the cushions off the couch and position them so they made a wall around you and Jughead. Jughead looked at you confusedly, wondering what you were doing. You pulled the crumpled blanket off the couch and draped it over the wall of cushions creating a fort. Jughead realized your intentions and cracked a smile. Ignoring your now cold hot chocolate on the coffee table, you grabbed your laptop and another blanket and crawled into the fort with Jughead.
“I know it’s not a drive-in theater, but maybe it could be our own little theater?” you asked tentatively, hoping the raven-haired boy would like it.
To your relief and delight, Jughead chuckled and nodded.
“It’s perfect.” he said.
You smiled widely as you used the last cushion to box the two of you in and you pulled the covers over you and your boyfriend, snuggling into his side. Opening your laptop and playing Witness for the Prosecution (Jughead’s choice,) the two of you began to watch. About halfway into the movie, Jughead looked down at you and realized you were asleep. He smiled and gently kissed your head.
“Thank you, Y/N. I love you.”
A/N: That was probably more angst than you wanted, but I hope the fluff in the end made up for it! For anyone wanting to know why I didn’t expand on their conversation; we know so little about Jughead’s background and family (and I’m sure they’ll go into more detail with that in future episodes) but I didn’t want to write anything that could be proved wrong as the show progresses so therefore, I’ll leave you to your theories! Also, Witness for the Prosecution is an A+ movie, I highly recommend it. :)
i keep seeing “go watch dear white people” posts but if its message is anything like it was in the movie then um no. the movie ended up talking more shit about black people than the white folk it claimed to be targeting. like they literally marketed dwp as this super progressive pro black film and then they spent the whole damn movie talking about how weave is bad and that black activism is fake and unneccessary, and how the little mixed girl is soooo much more oppressed than her darkskin counterparts….like uh….is THIS the show yall want me to watch? unless its written by completely different people with an entirely new message, ur gonna have to miss me with that coon shit.
Okay, so you’ve seen a few scary movies and enjoyed them, and now you’re looking to expand your horror prowess. Maybe you’ve been reading/listening to a lot of creepypasta, and you feel like you’re ready to take the plunge. Or maybe you just have a feeling that you’d like horror, but have no idea where to start.
I’ve been a huge fan of all things creepy and scary for years. I was just reading an article called, “Horror Gems You Haven’t Seen Yet” and realized that I actually had seen almost every film on the list, so I guess that makes me an expert. So, my new baby horror fans, allow me to introduce you to the genre.
It’s almost unsettling to hear
the dorm so quiet. For the first time in recent memory, you can hear yourself
think as you shift into a more comfortable position on the couch. For the first
time, ever, you can actually find a comfortable position on the couch. Six of
the seven boys are out for the evening, just long enough for you and Yugyeom to
have something resembling a date, and you’re not sure what the catch is but you’re
thankful for the moment alone.
Generally, whenever you come
over to the dorm to spend time with Yugyeom, things are hectic. Anytime he’s
present, you’re subjected to Jackson’s ‘awing’ over yous and Yugyeom’s
relationship. Jinyoung likes to give mock lectures about how important it is
that the two of you have open and honest discussions about your feelings (“That’s
how mature relationships work,” he assures you) and how important it is to use
common sense. BamBam is, quite possibly, the most consistent third wheel there
ever was. Sometimes, it feels as if BamBam is also a part of your relationship
but you know that he just wants the best for his best friend.
As for Mark, Youngjae, and
Jaebum, they generally don’t bother you or Yugyeom. Youngjae sometimes sits in
on movies or television shows that the two of you watch (mostly because you
love Coco and beg to spend time with the precious thing anytime you’re over)
and Mark will often stop in to speak with you. Jaebum keeps an eye on things
but trusts the two of you a little more than the others and generally keeps his
nose out of it all unless he’s in a really playful mood. Then he’ll join in
Jinyoung’s lectures and shed some interesting light on things you hadn’t even