boys with wavy hair

♡ boys ♡

i love boys. I love boys that have almond-shaped eyes. i love blonde boys. i love brunette boys. i love ginger boys. i love redhead boys. i love boys with round eyes. i love boys with black hair. i love boys with big ears. i love boys with blue eyes. i love boys with little eyes. i love whiny boys. i love boys with brown eyes. i love boys with little ears. i love boys with green eyes. i love cheerful boys. i love boys with hazel eyes. i love boys with plump lips. i love boys with thin lips. i love smiling boys. i love boys with wavy hair. i love boys with pointy ears. i love boys who prefer contact lenses. i love boys who like dying their hair. i love boys who wear glasses. i love tall boys. i love boys with ruffled hair. i love short boys. i love friendly boys. i love smiling boys. i love boys with long faces. i love skinny boys. i like chubby boys. i love boys of any race. i love boys with oval faces. i love boys with thin faces.i love boys with frizzy hair. i love boys of any nationality. i love religious boys. i love boys with hollow cheeks. i love boys with spaced eyelashes. i love religion-less boys. i love radiant boys. i love boys with round faces. i love boys in hoodies. i love boys in t-shirts. i love anxious boys. i love boys in dresses. i love boys with scars. i love boys in shorts. i love boys in skirts. i love boys who wear makeup. i love boys with moles. i love happy boys. i love barefaced boys. i love submissive boys. i love boys with short eyelashes. i love boys with freckles. i love boys with long hair. i love boys with short hair. i love boys with pointy noses. i love nervous boys. i love boys with big noses. i love boys with small noses. i love dominant boys. i love buff boys. i love boys with bi-colored hair. i love boys with tan skin. i like boys with dark skin. i love boys with golden hair. i love boys with dark hair. i love boys with long eyelashes. i love boys with fair skin.

♡ i ♡ love ♡ boys ♡

Love in Color

Originally posted by inhindsightt

Written by Danielle

Word Count:2,059

Category: Fluff with slight angst?

Warnings: I don’t know if this is really a warning, but I felt like I should add it. If you’re color-blind in anyway or deal with anything similar this may be sensitive to some. Writing this definitely me think about how some people may not see colors and I tried to grasp the feeling in this fic.

Request from @palebun-16 :  Hello!! Could I request a peter Parker x female reader soulmate au where when you see your soulmate you start to see colors and peter sees them but only as spider man? And then the rest is up to you! Thank you!

A/N: Thank you for your request @palebun-16 ! This request really made me think. I thought it was a super clever idea and then I got scared because I had no idea how I was going to do it justice. It’s such a cool concept that I didn’t want to ruin. It was definitely a challenge for me! I’ve always struggled with writing but really appreciate the support and feel like I am improving. :) I hope you like it! Let me know what you think and requests are still open! We do have a few still were working on so it might take a while, but we are determined to do them all so thank you for your patience! 

Living in a colorless would can get quite boring, well to you at least. Everyone seemed to be used to seeing in black and white until finding their soulmate. A lot of people didn’t even seem interested in seeing colors, but that was not your case. Being a hopeless romantic gave you the dream to find that one person that would be your true love, and along with that came with the dream of seeing color. You couldn’t help but imagine what it felt like to have that one person that cared for you so deeply, and to care for them as well; having each other’s backs and going through life together as a team.

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Accidental Saving

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Spider-Man: Homecoming spoilers, fire, near death situations (??)

Summary: Part 2 of “Accidental Flirting”, uploaded by popular demand. 

Tags: @fluffyavengers, @onyxbunny22, @thebittygirl, @chillcastaway, @evstor01, @tgwltw, @macfullyloaded17

A/N: Wooo, here y’all go!! A huge thank you to the very sweet anon who helped me come up with this idea. You rock, anon. Love ya. Also, I’m pretty proud of this. :-) Enjoy!!

Part One

Needless to say, after that encounter, things weren’t the same between you and Peter. At school, during the classes you two shared, you began talking more and more. He also started visiting you at your locker in the mornings.

To everyone else, including both your friends and Peter’s, it was obvious that you had both had huge feelings for each other. It was kind of like a waiting game at that point, everyone anticipating when one of you would finally get the guts to make a move and ask the other out.

It had been a particularly slow night at the bodega. You worked the counter, though during the times when there weren’t any customers in the store, you occupied yourself by studying for Chemistry with your textbook behind the register. Flipping through the pages aimlessly, you could feel a headache coming on from all the reading you’d been doing.

It was getting pretty late, actually, but you had promised your father earlier that you would close up for him. He was busy doing inventory in the back, and he’d given you strict instructions not to bother him until he was finished. The hands on the clock on the wall across from you ticked by at what seemed like an agonizingly slow pace. You couldn’t wait to just go home and get into bed. It had been a long day at school and you were beyond exhausted.

Sighing, you returned to the thick textbook of formulas and information, of which half of it you barely could understand. You engrossed yourself in the reading yet again, holding your chin up with the palm of your hand.

You almost felt your eyes slowly droop closed before suddenly a loud searing noise could be heard from across the street. Eyes wide, you jumped up from the wooden stool.  

Maybe it was just your tired eyes playing tricks on you. It had to be, because, if not, then you were witnessing Spider-Man live in action fighting off a group of men wearing… Avengers masks? Spider-Man? What the hell?

Oh my god, oh my god, what the-?  You blinked a few times in pure shock. The blue-and-red clad superhero was suddenly trapped in the orbit of some huge gun emitting a weird purple ray. This couldn’t be real. Pacing behind the counter, your eyes never left the scene unfolding across the street. What were you supposed to do? Call the police? Run? Stay put?

You weren’t able to even think about any other possible decisions before the smell of smoke and burning metal hit. It was like your whole body shut down. The whole room around you was engulfed in flames. You couldn’t move. You tried. You couldn’t. It felt like your brain just stopped working, suddenly you were unable to send signals to your limbs to get the hell out of there.

“Dad!” You choked out, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Dad!”

A gust of wind came in through the now completely shattered glass wall to your left. Before you could speak, before you could cry, before your brain could fully process what was going on, you felt yourself being scooped up into someone’s arms. Opening your previously squeezed shut eyes, you gasped as you looked up and saw the familiar suit of none other than Spider-Man himself.

He looked down at you for a split second before tightly squeezing you in his arms. “I’ve got you, you’re okay.”

His voice sounded awfully familiar to you, but honestly, you were too bewildered to think about that. Spider-Man carried you out of the store, you instinctively clinging to his chest. By now the whole front was completely ablaze. The masked hero carefully put you down, though you still held onto him, utterly terrified.

“Stay here, (Y/N). I’ll be right back.” He blurted, in the heat of the moment not even realizing that he’d just called you by your first name. Your puffy eyes widened, confusion and shock still pulsing through you.

You stood upright, legs unable to move again because of how sudden everything had just happened. Watching in silence as the hero slung himself back into the smoky shop. He came back out in under a minute, your father’s cat in his arms and his right hand on your dad’s shoulder.

At the sight of your dad, his work clothes covered in ash, you felt the blood start coursing through your veins at a fast pace. You mustered up all of your energy and strength, running over to him and collapsing into his arms. He hugged you back tightly.

Silently sobbing into your father’s shoulder, you stood embracing him for what felt like hours before you heard someone clear their throat behind you.
Wait. Spider-Man knew your name. You instantaneously remembered the previous encounter between you, turning around abruptly and slowly willing your legs to move over towards him. As you got closer, you took in his oddly familiar stature and the way his tight suit fit over his arms.

No, it couldn’t be.

It wasn’t possible.

No way.

Your brain was probably just pulsating with dopamine.

“Spider-Man?” You breathed, now standing bordering on the too-close boundary in front of him. Your nails dug into the palms of your hands, nerves, awe, shock, and confusion wracking your mind all at once. He tilted his head to the side at your words. “How do you know my name?”

Sensing that he had tensed up at your blunt question, you stepped even closer to him, placing your hands on his toned upper arms. It felt like time had stopped in that moment. Suddenly you couldn’t smell the burning metal all around you, or remember that you’d just basically cheated your own death. All your attention was on the masked boy in front of you.

He just saved your life. Holding your breath, you waited for him to answer you.

He didn’t say anything, but instead, reached one hand to the back of his head and slowly pulled his mask off. Your eyes saw the curly tufts of brown hair first, and recognition immediately swept over you like a tidal wave.

The rest of his mask was now off, revealing Peter’s full face. Peter. Peter Parker. The boy who just weeks ago you’d made flustered out of his mind just by a simple sentence. The boy you’d been talking to non-stop at school ever since. The doe eyed, wavy haired boy who was slowly taking up all of your thoughts one by one.

Adrenaline pulsed through you at a thousand miles per hour, your hands still placed on his biceps. To say you were in complete disbelief was a huge understatement, but you were also immediately filled with an all too familiar feeling of adoration.

It was him. He was the one risking his life on the daily, just to help save innocent people from harm. And he had just saved you.

Placing your cold hands on either side of his neck, you let your astonishment take over as you brought your lips to his, kissing him urgently and standing on your tiptoes. Peter stumbled towards you in surprise, his hands flying down to encircle your waist and pull you closer. He kissed you back with just as much power as you kissed him. A million sparks flew and ignited between you.

Your eyes were squeezed tight, and through the kiss, you could feel salty tears start to trickle down your burning cheeks.

Time had truly stopped.

It was only when you finally pulled away, eyes wide as saucers and blushing like a bride when it felt like time resumed around you. You stared into Peter’s eyes, which looked just as shocked as yours. He moved one hand from your waist, carefully lifting it up to gently wipe the tears that continued to drip down your face. You felt your face surge with energy where his gloved hand lay.

Peter grinned widely at you, and you shook your head in a dazed smile back at him. Grabbing hold of his arms yet again, you tugged him into the most secure hug you’d ever given. You buried your face into his chest.

He looked down at you, opening his mouth to speak before he was cut off by a loud sigh coming from behind the two of you. “Oh dios mío.”

anonymous asked:

Hi, was wondering if maybe you could do an AU where Jughead is a 'f*ckboy* he hits on Betty, she rejects him, and Betty ends up cracking his shell and he reveals his emotional & vulnerable side to him. (You don't have to do this just an idea)

“Come on man, what’s the matter? You’re afraid of blondie?”

“Nah dude, he just knows he can’t score with her. She’s way too princess to go slumming.”

Jughead Jones looked up from his space in the booth at Pop Tate’s Diner, he knew who his friends were talking about and it gave him an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

Betty Cooper was perched on a stool at the front counter, a worn hard copy clutched in her hands as she sipped from a vanilla milkshake distractedly. Everyone in Riverdale knew who Betty Cooper was, even kids on the south side, she was talked about almost as if she were royalty.

“Betty Cooper is the smartest student Riverdale has to offer”

“Did you see Betty Cooper at the home game last night? She’s sure to get a cheerleading scholarship.”

“Oh Betty Cooper was at the children’s center mentoring all night last night, she’s such an angel.”

Betty Cooper was everything Jughead jones was not, the rumors that flew around town in regards to him were most definitely not as friendly. But still… Jughead was attracted to the beautiful blonde at the front of the diner, and not just because of her haunting green eyes or mile long legs, no there was something… different about her.

“Go on dude, 20 bucks says you can’t get her number.” The greasy serpent in front of him leered.

Jughead was handsome, all of the girls at Southside High fawned over him, his thick head of dark hair and lazy attitude sent girls chasing after him. He didn’t understand why they wanted him, he was horrible, bitter and jaded. He wore the heavy Serpents jacket like a ten ton weight on his back, he was his father and that surely wasn’t something to be proud of. However, He had an image to uphold, the younger gang members looked up to him, they wanted to be him, lord knows why but hey, everyone’s got a job to do.

“Make it 40$” he flashed the other boys a mega watt smile as they hollered and whistled when he walked away, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans Jughead slid on to the stool beside Betty.

“Jughead Jones, the pleasure is mine.”

Betty jumped in her seat, turning to face the wavy haired boy with curious eyes, a slight smirk gracing her features

“Are you speaking to me?” She raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow.

Jughead leaned forward on the counter, grabbing the cherry from her milkshake and popping it in his mouth

“Sure am. Your lucky day?” He grinned.

Betty snorted out loud, Jugheads smile faltering slightly, he hadn’t expected that noise from the tiny human in front of him.

“That’s funny because I didn’t hear you address me at all. Anyway I’m Betty Cooper and that was my cherry.” She stated bluntly, her fingers still clutching the book as she flicked her eyes between him and the pages, clearly she did not want to have a conversation with him. What was going on? Girls loved him, he wasn’t quite sure how to play this game.

Jughead pasted on another fake smile, this one a bit more shaky

“Really? I didn’t think you’d mind sharing your cherry.”

He was expecting to be slapped, prim and proper princesses didn’t appreciate being spoken to that way, instead Betty Cooper broke out into hysterics in front of him, her eyes watering from laughing so hard.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry” she wiped her eyes, out of breath from laughing, she panted “does that really work? Like ever?” She giggled.

Jughead felt his own genuine smile tugging on his face at the unexpected blondes carefree behavior.

“Yeah actually, I’m sorry to say it does.” He shrugged his shoulders and met her eyes.

Betty shook her head, taking one final sip of her milkshake and standing from the stool, still gripping her book.

“Well, as fun as this was. I have to be on my way. I’m going to be late for practice. You have a great day Mr.Jones. Sorry you couldn’t get my number, 40$ would have been nice to have in your pocket I’m sure.” With a wink Betty was out the door faster than he could say wait.

He stared after her for a few moments before making his way back to the group.

“Told you you couldn’t get her number!”

Jughead leaned back into the booth watching out the window as the blue and gold cheerleading skirt disappeared from view

“Not yet.” He whispered.

anonymous asked:

How would Bokuto, Kuroo and Nishinoya react to their s/o braiding their hair when they wake up? Headcanon please :3

And then I have these! I’m on a roll today, you guys! Haha, I really enjoyed these and thought they were adorable!

Hope you enjoy them, Anon!

Bokuto Koutarou

  • Omg, this boy would be in absolute heaven if he woke up with someone messing with his hair. He’d be all groggy like and give a content hum at the feel of fingers running through his strands, just ahhhhhh!
  • Oh, like his head will be in their lap right? Cause that would be one of the most purest sights to find them smiling down at him with a smile, it wouldn’t even occur to him that something was happening with his hair anymore.
  • Lol, and he’d be totally stoked when he walks into the bathroom to see his hair in all these tiny braids atop his head! If it’s a weekend, he’d probably keep them in all day, post a picture online bragging about how his bae can make a man look good! (P.s. He’ll be even more hella stoked when he takes them out the night and discovers that it made his hair wavy!)

Kuroo Tetsurou

  • Okay, boy would go total cat mode when he woke up with them messing with his hair (legit, honestly, who doesn’t love it when someone plays with your hair???) he’d cuddle closer and his arms would move to wrap around their waist and press his face into their stomach.
  • Despite being able to wake up early, it takes some time for his mind to fully catch up with his actively moving body. So, it might take a couple minutes for him to realize that they’re doing something more than just running their fingers through his hair.
  • Would be 12/10 okay with it. Honestly, he’d just be amazed that they were able to do something with his hair that wasn’t it’s natural state of disarray. He’d instantly want to know their secrets and if they possibly needed to use witchcraft to do it.

Nishinoya Yuu

  • Dude, Noya wakes up so freaking early, I bet he was awake for the decision making of braiding his hair. He’d just want to see if it could actually be done, because, ya know, he didn’t have luscious locks like Asahi did.
  • And when all’s said and done, he’d think it’d look so cool, all these tiny braids sticking out all over his head. Watch him spike them into his usual hairstyle while it’s still like that!
  • He’d take pictures and send them to the group chat with the team (you know they have one - Daichi started it with the intent of game and practice information only!) With the line of something like “Asahi’s not the only one with beautiful hair!”
Please Stay

Originally posted by sddonald22

Written by Christina

Word count: 1721

Category: Angst

A/N: Guess who’s back? *waves* We have a butt load of requests in our inbox and don’t worry, we will get to those. I just thought that some people might enjoy this. It’s an intense one, so proceed with caution. I used my own personal experiences with depression; my depressive episodes last about an hour, not days or weeks typical depressive episodes last. My doctor says they’re a mix of an anxiety attack and depression. It’s kind of hard to explain, sorry. I’m sorry if I offend anyone; it’s not my intention.  

WARNING: Contains some material that might be triggering. Contains self-harm and a brief mention of suicide. 

You laid on your stomach in bed, your comforter and sheets tangled around your legs. Guilt, shame, and fatigue gripped every fiber of your being. You felt the dark thoughts taunting you, poking at your heart, and finding all the weak spots. Soon, you were clutching your pillow so tightly in your hand it hurt and you felt your face contort, wrinkling and tightening, another sob passing your lips and you couldn’t hold back a whimper. You shoved your face in your pillow, screaming and crying into the fabric.

Why did you feel like this? There wasn’t any valid reason for feeling horrible about yourself. You had a loving family, a good roof over your head, supportive friends, the greatest boyfriend in the world… why did you hate yourself? Why did you just want to curl up into a ball and cry yourself into oblivion every night? Why did you want to cut or scratch or main your own body because you feel like you deserve it? Why were you so emotional and sensitive? Why were you so weak? Why were you screwed up? Why…

You whimpered again when you heard the door to your apartment close, followed by footsteps and several gentle thuds. You bit your pillow, trying to muffle your sobbing so he couldn’t hear you.

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Also, boys don’t get enough attention for being cute??? omg like
•wavy hair omfg
•i n n o c e n t boys
•they take such dorky selfies??? it’s so pure???
•when they ruffle their hair with their hand
•okay every time they concentrate really hard they bite their lip and lower their eyebrows and it kills me
•big hoodies with black jeans
•when they have little chubby tummies it’s so c u t e
•they’ve got these little grin/smirk/toothy smiles where their eyes scrunch up and their dimples show and they blush and wow
•black glasses and flannels yo
•they’re such good singers one could sing to me for hours and no matter how bad his voice was I’d still be enamored with it
•while we’re on the topic of music a lot of boys play guitar??? idk why they have a mutual fascination with it but it’s so lovely
•gentle boys give me life
•give a boy a dog and then they immediately cuddle it and play with it and love it and it’s precious
•when you compliment a boy and they get all blushy and flustered and they kinda smile and it’s too pure
•boys make me melt
•they’re lovely

Shape of You [Kyle Spencer x Reader]

Warnings: SMUT, alcohol, unprotected sex (remember kiddos, wrap it before you tap it), gross bar & grill bathrooms (pretend this one isn’t gross)

Word Count: 1,301

A/N: Aye I’m back with some Kyle Spencer smut (yes please excuse how ?? it is, all of my smut is like wow?) Surprisingly, I haven’t gotten any smut requests for him, but I needed this in my life, so I wrote it. And quickly, let me fucking share this with you. Like c’mere Eddy, I’ll ride your pony. Just hit me up. Also, the fact didn’t proofread this and it was written at 3:45am might lead to things being a little off.

But seriously, no glove no love. Special circumstances only.

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A/N: This was heavily influenced by Baby Driver, the movie. If you’ve seen it you know what I’m talking about.

Warnings: Strong language, Smut

Word Count: 1,947

Originally posted by zeusmayo

I tapped my chipped ruby red nails against the counter of the bar, staring at the neon sign that read “Open”. I looked down at my nametag, the little rectangle tilting down. I adjusted it on the black uniform, and smoothed out my skirt. I had to wear the same black button up with white trim and matching skirt every time I came into work. I guess that’s what I get for working at a diner. I started to walk up and down the booths that were unoccupied, desperately hoping someone would walk in so that I could do something. I sat down on one of the plastic covered leather benches, resting my head in my hands. A few seconds later, a bell caused me to raise my head.

It was the sound that told the workers someone was here. Finally. I got up from my booth and turned to see who had walked in. It was a boy, his wavy brown hair sat neatly atop his head, his hands stuffed into his jean pockets. He was wearing a black hoodie making him look lazily put together. His eyes were wandering around the restaurant as mine were wandering around him. His were dark and mysterious, the contrast of his skin striking. He had red lips, the bottom one pulled between his teeth.

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Sirius x Reader: Pureblood

Warnings: argument with mum

Requested: yes (it’s so late I’m so sorry)

A/N: THIS IS SO LONG I HOPE YOU LIKE IT- GOOD TO BE BACK!!! Thank you all so much for the support! (Also 1,600 followers?! I love y’all) I hope you enjoy reading this my loves and that it was worth the wait!!xx

I posted ‘pictures’ of the dresses described which you can check out HERE or a few posts down on my blog!

“MOTHER! I AM NOT WEARING THIS!” You yelled, looking at yourself in the mirror. A dark green gown with silver ruffles- Slytherin much? “When I walk in, roll your eyes to my mum- she won’t scream at you next mistake you make.” You whisper to the stylist stood behind you.

“Oh- Miss- I’m not sure what you mean.” She stuttered.

You winked at her and smiled before hiking your dress up and walking into the main room.

“Y/N, it’s the perfect colours.” Your mother said, smiling sourly at you.

“Mother, I’m not wearing it. Unless you want me to spend the party reminding everyone I’m a half blood.” You taunted.

“Find something.” She ordered, turning to the brown haired stylist behind you.

Your mother, Adia, had been ‘tricked’ by your father. When they first met, your dad thought she was joking about being a witch and ‘joked’ that he was also a pureblood from the North. So, long story short, she got pregnant and soon after found out your father was a muggle- quickly allowing him full care of you (the disgrace) once you were born and only seeing you when there were ‘purebloods and family’ parties. Like now.

You looked at the Slytherin green fabric hopelessly, not the best choice for a Gryffindor.

“Here.” The stylist said sheepishly, holding out mint green fabric.

You smiled and took it thankfully, turning into the small room to change.


“Calm down, it’s just a party.” You called, knowing it would irritate her.

You turned to the mirror one last time and took in your appearance. The stylist had given you a mint green, floor length gown, the beaded chiffon hanging elegantly from one shouler.

Your mother roughly grabbed your arm and immediately apparated to the party, “Tell anyone you’re a half blood, I’ll curse you.” She whispered in your ear before turning into the party, emerald cape trailing behind her.

You stood for a moment, looking at the purebloods before you and smiled- time for some good old pranks.

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Tokyo Ghoul - Zero Squad

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Rikai Souzu  ✿

Rikai is a serious-looking girl frequently dressed in the white coat worn by all members of her squad. She has pale lavender hair, cut into a chin-length bob with straight bangs. 

She is not talkative, but likes to stay close to those she knows. 

Yusa Arima  ✿

Yusa is a slight boy with short, wavy black hair. He is typically dressed in the white coat worn by all members of his squad.

Polite, kind-hearted young man. He likes to fantasize, and secretly is interested in the world outside of battles with ghouls.

Ihei Shio  ✿

Shio is a young boy with short, white hair. He frequently wears the white coat typical of members of his squad.

Cheerful, innocent boy. The distant relative of Ihei Hairu.