cause kyle

Dates with Seunghwan

  • The dates are always either really small quick dates he can fit in and still have the feelings he wants to show you or they’re elaborate.
  • The smalls ones take place in coffee shops
  • Or at a bakery 
  • Buys you whatever little pastries and desserts you want to make up for lost time. 
  • The biggest one being your first year anniversary.  
  • It actually happens a few weeks later than the day of your anniversary because of idol scheduling issues. 
  • He sets up your backyard as a cheesy restaurant setting. Twinkling lights, roses, the works. 
  • He wears that button down and tie you so dearly love on him.  
  • Gets Yunsung most likely out to be the waiter and does an honestly really horrible french accent WHICH WASNT PLANNED SO SEUNGHWAN NEARLY CHOKED ON HIS WATER WHEN HE HEARD IT. 
  • Has the others control the ambiance and music (Kangmin accidentally plays like metal music or something at the beginning and nearly cries because he messed up. Milo took over after that). 
  • Hyunkyung brings out your food. As you two are eating, Seunghwan starts talking. 
  • Talking about how much he loves you, how much you mean to him. How much he loves seeing you. How much he loves hearing your voice over facetime or on the phone. How every text from you brightens his day. How he wishes he could be with you every day. How he feels like…such a bad boyfriend. 
  • Eventually, a tear sheds from his eye. 
  • You don’t hesitate going to his side and cradling his head to your side in a hug. Reminding him of how well he truly is. 
  • How much you love him and that just because he can’t fit a relationship in doesn’t mean he’s not the best boyfriend you could have possibly dreamed for. 
  • He grabs your arms and pulls you down into a kiss. 
  • All of the emotions he’s wanted to tell you and show you into a single kiss that could mean more to you than you ever thought possible.  
  • “I love you.“
  • "I love you so much more than you can ever imagine.”  
  • "Yo! I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake" 
  • "SORRY MY FINGER SLIPPED” -Milo
  • “THIS IS WHY WE CANT HAVE SENTIMENTAL MOMENTS AROUND HERE” -Kyle
  • “IT WASNT ME THIS TIME!!! YES!“ -Kangmin
  • "YOU WOULD HAVE DONE IT” -Hyunkyung 
  • "IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO DID IT WE JUST RUINED SEUNGHWAN HYUNG’S BIG DATE!“ -Minsung 
  • Seunghwan sighs. "Time to scold the children.”
Cuddles

So an anon wanted to know about cuddling pre-death and post-death Kyle Spencers and ohmygod yes cause Kyle is precious and I love him and oh my goodness ya’ll it’s my first NON X Men thing! This bean is moving on up!

Pre-Death

  • Kyle likes being both the little and big spoon
  • He holds your hand and whispers about what life is gonna be like
  • “I’m gonna marry you so hard and we’re gonna buy a house and have so many kids and I’m so excited Y/N.”
  • He blows raspberries on your neck and stomach
  • His favorite thing is when you fall asleep and he can just hear your breathing
  • He hums 80s love songs to put you to sleep
  • He wraps his entire body around you because all he wants to do is protect you forever and ever and ever
  • He is utterly in love you with
  • The first time he tells you that is when you’re cuddling and he thinks you’re asleep
  • “Y/N I’m such a dork and I don’t know how to tell you this so I’m gonna tell you now but I am just completely in love with you.”
  • “Love you too Kyle.”
  • He literally makes a squealing sound

Post-Death

  • He is always the big spoon, although sometimes, when he’s very confused about the world around him, he’ll be the little spoon
  • Now you listen to his breathing when he sleeps because he’s really truly alive
  • He grunts in his sleep and it’s honestly the cutest thing ever
  • He still hums those 80s songs, even if he doesn’t know what they are or why he’s doing it
  • Sometimes you wake up from a nap and you’re on top of him wrapped in his arms
  • He loves you but doesn’t know how to say it so he just holds you, hoping you’ll understand
  • Since spoken language was getting difficult you taught him some sign language
  • When the two of you are cuddling and holding hands he signs “I love you” into your hand
  • You end up crying because you love him too
Backwardz Compatible - RE7 #8
  • Miles and Kyle got really drunk Miles started gushing over Michael and Lindsay’s love
  • Miles: Michael and Lindsay got a house...
  • Kyle: 'Cause they're married and they're gonna have a baby.
  • Miles: *sighs happily* I'm so proud of theeeem. I'm happy for them! They're so--
  • Miles: Michael and Lindsay make me continue to believe in love. They love each other so much. It's disgusting how much they love each other
  • Kyle: Okay, okay, we've gone through a couple stages of drunk where it's just, like, ranting, and now you're getting lovey-dovey
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Green Lanterns of Earth + Name Meanings

anonymous asked:

FOR THE AMAZING BEACH AU: Whitney and her flock of children paying the largest and most intense game of marco polo ever!!!!! (also I love the achilleus, will + paddy family dynamic u got there!!) xx

YES WHITNEY AND THE KIDS MY FAVS!! They’d totally have a blast playing a huge game of Marco Polo! Anything for my children to be happy :,) ((Catch me with those family dynamics tbh ))

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i’ve heard numerous things about the kids possible canon heights and stuff, but this is just what i’d like to imagine

they’re all 9 or 10 though so i don’t know how much difference there can really be

Kyle & Astrid Lennox - A Playlist:

Only One - Yellowcard // To Be Alone With You - Sufjan Stevens // I Would Die 4 U - Prince // 18th Floor Balcony - Blue October // Between the Bars -Elliott Smith // I Will Follow You Into The DarkDeath Cab for Cutie // No One’s Gonna Love You - Band of Horses // God Blessed Our Love - Al Green // Such Great Heights - The Postal Service // Somewhere Only We Know - Keane (x)

@astridlennox

Right Round [a Kyle Spencer smut]

Request: None

a/n: guess who’s  back….back again. Jules is back, back with frat smut REQUESTS STILL CLOSED

WARNING: Smut, angst


Kyle doesn’t like going to strip clubs; this is of course one of his frat brothers ideas. A bright idea that he had to tag along with. The heavy smell of alcohol and sex hits him when they step in, showing their IDs and heading towards the back. Black leather half circle booths frame the T-shaped stage that has multiple silver poles bolted to the sleek floor and ceiling; a few girls on a couple. They’re just wearing lingerie.

Awkwardly, Kyle follows the rest of the group, sliding in at the end of the booth. Biting his lip, he looks down at his jeans while a few girls strut over to his friends. Sexy Can I blasts through the club; he mutters some of the words under his breath. Suddenly, two fingers force his chin up, his brown eyes meet Y/C/E ones.

He gulps, trying not to stare at the light blue lace bra and panties that the girl is wearing. Instead, he looks at her face; her powdered pink cheeks, the smear of blue on her eyelids, matching her outfit. “You look a little lonely, handsome. Mind if I join?” She purrs in the shell of his ear while she sits on his lap, straddling him.

A chill shoots down his spine. Hands toy with the collar of his navy blue frat shirt, soon running down his chest ever so slowly. Kyle shakes his head; blonde curls flying around. The girl smiles, moving her ass in a circular motion against his slender hips. “I…” An ugly moan escapes from his lips; the feeling of contact on his member driving him crazy.

Those perfect shimmering pink lips turn up in a sly smirk. The cushion underneath the blond vibrates along to the beat of the song, making his erection stand in his tight pants. It hits her yet she continues grinding on him. “You like this, eh frat boy?” She muses, peppering open-mouth kisses against his pale neck.

“Can-uh-we get a room?” The words slip out of Kyle’s mouth surprisingly. It’s not like him to say something like that. His eyes practically pop out of his head. This girl on top of him is absolutely stunning…and here he is with a wet spot on his jeans and a throbbing dick.

She giggles, sliding her hands up his double layered shirt. Inwardly, he screams at her touch, the feeling of pressure on his stomach sending a burning fire in his body. “If you want a room…” Her voice echoes through his head like a beautiful song, “It’s gonna cost you, pretty boy.” She smirks; fragile hands inching lower and lower towards his tight fitting pants.

Kyle knows he shouldn’t; after all, he’s the ‘leader’…and this girl…is a stripper. Not that it’s bad but he tends to get too attached. “Okay.” He nods, beginning to become uncomfortable in his own clothes. She smiles, climbing off him and grabbing his strong hand. His legs feel like gell-o when he stands, following her behind the stage, through the mass of men and women. Wolf-whistles from his brothers fade into the distance; a blush taking their place.

She leads him through a gray narrow hallway, past half naked people trying to collect themselves. A strong smell of sex and sweat hits Kyle like a freight train; his converse squeak to a stop outside of a room. The girl slides a card in the silver door handle and when the red light turns green, she pushes him inside, slamming the door. “You don’t have money, do you?” She jests, crossing her arms over her breasts.

His doe eyes widen in realization she’s coming closer. While he backs up, his hands search in his pockets. The backs of his legs smack the mattress, sending him flying backwards. He pulls a wad of cash from his jean pocket. “This is all I have.” He says, handing the cash over. “Please, I need something!” He begs, head dramatically falling on the cream sheets, fanning his curls around.

“Eight dollars isn’t even enough for a blow job, sweetie.” She chuckles, gesturing to the money in her hand. Kyle groans, letting an arm swing so he’s able to palm himself. He’s desperate; he needs release. “But maybe we can discuss payment later…” She whispers, hovering over his lap, moving his hand before sitting.

A deep groan comes from his throat when her hand pops the button on his jeans. His eyelids flutter closed; nose scrunching. “I…oh god, I’m Kyle.” He stutters, reaching out to touch her soft hips. She doesn’t reply, just smirks, tugging at his polo shirt. “Wait, do I get to know your name?” He asks; voice muffled by his shirt, which she’s pulling off.

As she climbs on top of the frat boy, he repositions himself so he’s laying the right way at the head of the bed. Her knees dig in the mattress on both sides of his hips, which are only covered by a pair of orange boxer briefs; his jeans pool around his ankles. “You really don’t get this whole stripper thing, do you?” She chuckles, reaching behind her back. “Maybe next time Kyle.”

The turquoise bra slips down her arms, soon discarded on the floor; Kyle gulps at the sight of her breasts, cock aching for contact. Frantically, he yanks his boxers down, his throbbing cock slapping his stomach. “But…what if…” He groans, seeing the dinky underwear slide off her legs.

She positions herself and sinks down on his dick, placing both hands on his buff yet pudgy chest. A moan comes from her parted pink lips, causing Kyle to cry out in pleasure. “U-usually I don’t…ah, don’t do this…” She breathes out, slowly moving up and down; the blond grips the satin sheets in his fists. “You like being sub, right?” She asks, her Y/C/H hair falling over his eyebrow.

Bucking his hips up into her, Kyle nods, droplets of sweat cascading down his forehead. He didn’t expect for this to happen; a beautiful girl on top of him. “God yes, I’m totally sub… just please move!” He whines, hands wrapping around the black wood bedposts. His cock twitches inside her with each bounce. Groaning, more like a growling, he arches his back. “Can I touch you? Please, please let me touch you, beautiful.” He begs, eying her breasts. Kyle needs contact, he needs to be able to touch.

Much to his dismay, she stops moving completely. Her eyes widen, making the blue eyeshadow really pop out. “W-what did you just call me?” She questions, voice barely above a whisper. It’s as if something inside cracked.

The frat boy quirks an eyebrow. “Beautiful? Why- wait, where are you going?” He frowns, feeling her get off him. He shivers, sitting up and furrowing his eyebrows together.

Shaking her head, she steps in her underwear, pulling them up her legs. “I-I’m sorry, I can’t… I need to go. My shifts is over anyway.” She says in a rush, avoiding his intense eye contact. Clipping her bra, she sprints towards the blue high heels, struggling to guide them on her feet.

Kyle hops out of the bed, grabbing his shirt but not putting it on. Did he say the wrong thing? “Hey, wait!” He yells, taking a step near her. Yet, he forgets his pants and boxers are bunched at his ankles, causing him to faceplant on the red carpet. He groans, “I don’t know your name, beautiful!”

“Stop calling me that!” She screams, tears welling in her eyes. He stands up, following after her; she walks out of the room, disappearing in the crowd of people. Kyle leans on the doorway, pants still down, frowning. He’s coming back in a few days; when his head stops spinning.