this ended up looking like shit ugh


“Y/B/F/N you won’t believe what happened. I broke up with him. I caught him cheating on me with that bitch Alexis, like what the actual fuck? He told me it was his cousin when I asked him about her. I’m seriously done with boys. I think I might turn into a lesbian unless I find myself a Chris Evans look alike or Chris Evans in general. Ugh, I hate him.” You blurt out fast and sighed.

There was laughter erupting from the other end of the line but you realized it was a male laughter. You were confused and took a look at the number you had dialed. “Shit, this is the wrong number. Who am I speaking with?” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “This is Chris Evans.” You could hear his smile through his voice. “Haha. Very funny. Prove it. Tweet it.” You challenged him. “Fine.” He said and you could hear his keyboard while he was supposedly typing. “There.” He said. “Go see.” You went to your laptop and onto Chris Evans’s profile on twitter and noticed a tweet that was sent some seconds ago and it said “On the phone with the cutest unknown girl.” Oh my God, he was Chris Evans. “Are you convinced now?” You heard him say. “Pretty convinced.” You said shocked. “How about we meet one day this week, whenever you want, and you tell me all about Alexis? I got out of a pretty bad relationship myself and I need to take it out, so.” Chris Evans just asked you out!!! “Yeah, why not? How about tomorrow at 8 a.m.?” You said. “Sounds good. Text me later about your address. You have my phone.” “Will do.”


there are days I wonder how it is I managed to keep you

do you ever have days you wanna write but you end up drawing instead

So I had to buy some stuff, mainly pads because I’m on my period (ugh). The cashier was a guy but I didn’t really pay attention. He glanced at the pads then turned back to me and said with a sympathetic look:

“I hope your suffering ends soon” and he gave me a bar of chocolate.

You, random cashier guy, I love you.

Lay me down

Set between 5x15 and 5x16. 

So someone on my dash said (and im sorry i cant find the post again) that Emma looked a hella lot healthier and rested in 5x16, so that must means she did sleep in between the two episodes. (also for the reference at the end im sorry)

So there you go, 430 words of unnecessary fluff. 

“Emma, my love, I don’t mean to be rude to your pretty face but you seem more deceased than I. And that says a lot.”

They were both sitting on the couch in her parent’s loft, finally alone, and she had to admit that her eyelids were becoming more and more heavy and that she wouldn’t mind a little rest and that oh, she was yawning again.

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead Killian” she retorted, pun intended.

He gave her the look, and then his hand was on her temple, making slowly his way towards her cheek, so warm and loving, and she was melting in his palm, eyes definitely closed, but this wasn’t fair was it

“Love, you are falling asleep.” And there was a little bit of an accusation in the tender words.

He let go of her face, making her frown at the loss of contact, and grabbed her little hand instead.

“I can’t sleep when everybody is working, Killian. We need to get out of here.” She murmured between her eyelashes, kind of guilty the savior.

He rolled his eyes, and suddenly she saw herself in the stubborn oceans.

“Well, if you won’t go upstairs by yourself, then I shall help you get there.”

And that said, he put his good hand under her knees, lifted her, and held her back against his chest, a little “what the hell Killian” escaping her lips. She tried to protest but then he was looking at her like that and she could only wrap her arms around his neck and pray for mercy.

That guy really had her smitten, the bastard.

“You are an idiot, Killian Jones.” She grumbled under her breath, smiling, her face so close to his handsome one.

She hated him when he was gazing at her like that. With so much adoration and endless respect. And really it wasn’t helping that she could feel his heart flutter against hers.

“Aye, but it would be quite unpleasing for me to see you die of exhaustion.”

She sighed. Always so drama-…

She didn’t manage to finish her thought because the traitor had decided to kiss her, and obviously her heart had skipped a beat, because what fun would that be, really. Separating from her, he offered her a smile before directing them towards the stairs.

They climbed together, giggling when she almost banged into the wall, you really are an idiot Killian, and he actually managed to carry her quite easily but again, “I can carry rum barrels far heavier than you”.

The next second, he was delivering her on her bed, and she was quite sure he felt like a bloody prince charming. Killian was about to make a step back, satisfied, but then she was gripping firmly his hand.

“Will you stay with me ? ” she asked him in a breath.

And the pirate, in a dashing smile.


Does anyone even know what is going on this season? Like the girls literally did nothing wrong and also DON’T CARE who killed Charlotte because they hated her. They could not be less involved yet somehow they end up caught up in all the shit and looking suspicious? Ugh