even if he is wearing brown and black

wallsofgoo  asked:


first of all… 5? this how i know the devil is real… but anyway lets get into it.

5) John at the Graham Norton show. listen..a sweater+a suit jacket (in deep fall colors) was enough but what pushed this over from “i just look this good” to “fry an egg on me” is the hair - the fade, the lineup, the LINE on the side. 

4) The Queen of Katwe London Premiere. I love me some John in print. I love me some John reminding me he’s Nigerian.

3) BAFTAs. Even when he’s wearing classic colors he does it big. Why settle for boringass matte black when you can go velvet.

2)Promoing TFA - random place. The look that changed me. The long coat, the shades, fitted jeans, all black, the way he’s standing, one hand in his pocket, gazing to the side, serving LOOKS. this look changed me as a PERSON. i went from a northface jacket kinda girl to wearing on sale matte brown coats from zara.

1) TFA Premiere. Are you surprised? You’re not. The day he reminded all these regular-degular hoes at the premeire w/him that HE was the ONE. he told us finn was gonna be a jedi with this look. he came into my house on this day to wipe away my tears w/his one gloved hand, slick down my edges, steal me from star trek and i embraced him into my heart as my main. i actually didnt know sw existed before this look and really…did anyone?

4 Jikook Soulmate AUs

1. Hair Woes

*Jimin loves dying his hair. Cotton candy pink, tangerine orange, platinum blonde, silver, you name it. He’s probably done it. He does so in hopes that he’ll see someone with the exact same shade as him to identify his soulmate.

*Jungkook is simple, he doesn’t plan on changing his black hair but his soulmate has different ideas. 

*He wakes up one day with a shock of baby pink hair and chokes on a scream. Brown was fine, blonde was fine, hell even orange or red was fine. But now he looks like a poofy cone of cotton candy and that totally clashes with the ocean blue t-shirt he was planning on wearing. 

*Jungkook grumbles while he tugs his black sweater sweater over his head, the only thing that looked okay in his eyes. His friends were never going to let him live down his image as the puffball he so vehemently denied being. 

*Jimin walks to his first class with a bounce in his step, feeling fresh with his new hair color. He spots a tuft of pastel pink hair in the distance and frowns because he thought he was the only one on campus to try that hair color first. 

*But then the boy catches sight of him and starts charging in his direction, finger pointed straight at him. Jimin points at his own chest, “Me?”

* “YOU! OF ALL COLORS!” And then it clicks, the fuming boy in front of him (he kind of looks like a puffed up bunny…) is his soulmate, which is why he had the same hair color. So his strategy did work after all. 

*Jimin envelops him in a hug immediately, catching Jungkook off-guard and effectively shutting him up. 

* “Nice to meet you soulmate! My name is Jimin! What’s your name?” The cheeriness drains the irritation out of Jungkook and replaces it with sudden shyness and a tiny squeak of “J-Jungkook.”

*Later, Jimin manages to convince Jungkook to let him keep the pink hair for a few weeks until he dyes it back to a soft hazel brown. He agrees on the condition that Jimin lets him borrow his sweaters since his clothes happen to match the crazy colors better than Jungkook’s collection of plain t-shirts. 

2. Complete the Heart

*Jungkook has half of a black and white chrysanthemum flower imprinted on his wrist, incomplete until he meets his soulmate. At least that’s what the expert who looked at his wrist said. 

*He meets Jimin through Taehyung and feels himself crushing hard immediately.  His face falls in disappointment when he sees that the half of a flower on Jimin’s wrist is a black and white dahlia, the flower he sees all the time on Hoseok hyung’s wrist. 

*But Jimin grabs his wrist once he sees it, eyes lighting up in excitement. “I finally met you! I’ve been looking for my soulmate for years!”

*Jungkook looks at him in confusion, because his soulmate is Hoseok hyung, not him no matter how much he wants it to be. 

*Then Jimin puts their wrists side-by-side and Jungkook’s eyes widen as they complete each other perfectly. “I thought…isn’t your flower a dahlia?”

*Jimin smiles at him, “No, a lot of people mistake it for dahlia flowers, but it’s actually a chrysanthemum. They look really similar don’t they?”

*Jungkook’s mouth quirks up in a smile because he got what he wanted for once in his life. 

3. Mental Link

*Voices start sounding in Jungkook’s head once he turns 18 which means his soulmate had turned 18 before him, his hyung. 

*At first he was annoyed, but he learned to tune it out when necessary. 

*Jimin was pleasantly surprised when he heard a soft, breathy voice in his head beside his. He decided he loved his soulmate’s voice the moment he heard it. 

*They’d met rather quickly, deciding on a cafe they both knew. Jungkook was very thankful he’d gotten lucky enough to meet his wonderful soulmate so early. 

*Their mental connection is rather handy. Jungkook has troubles in math so Jimin tells him what to do in his head during a test. That doesn’t count as cheating…right?

*When Jimin is bored in philosophy class (listening to Namjoon go on and on about the wonders of philosophy), he talks to Jungkook in his head. But that just means he randomly bursts out into laughter which makes everybody look at him weirdly. 

*Jimin gets worried when the voice in his head isn’t there. Turns out Jungkook is just spacing out and literally has no thoughts running through his head which explains the silence. He smacks the younger on the head when they see each other again. 

*Another time Jimin wants to hit his soulmate is when Jungkook reads hardcore smut and forgets that yes, Jimin can hear him reading out loud in his head. What’s worse is that Jimin needs to keep a straight face while he gives this presentation on the male anatomy. 

4. Red Strings

*Jimin has always been fascinated by the thing red string tied to his pinky, seeming to never end until he found his soulmate. 

*On the other hand, Jungkook gets annoyed. He has to tug at it in irritation when it gets caught on the car door or gets tangled up and knotted. But he doesn’t dare cut it loose, scared of breaking the bond.

*Jimin’s side of the string is smooth and intact while Jungkook’s side is frayed and little worn-down but still good. 

*Jimin decides to follow his string on a whim. Jungkook feels a tugging on his pinky and yanks at it, brushing it off. 

*The tugging gets more frequent until he yanks one more time and a small ‘oof’ is heard. He looks up and sees Jimin sprawled on the ground, Jungkook’s sudden yank on the string he was following pulling him down. 

* “Oh. My. God. I’m so sorry!” Jungkook helps him up immediately, not fully registering that he found his soulmate. 

*They spend the time getting to know each other (well Jungkook can’t even look Jimin in the eye yet), swapping phone numbers and promising to text.

*Jungkook plays with his string at night, tugging on it and wondering if Jimin can feel it on the other side. 

*Jimin often fiddles with the string when he’s nervous like he can feel Jungkook’s presence on the other side and relaxes. 

😭I Like You Okay? (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: You and Grayson have feelings for each other it’s obvious but you guys never came out to say anything to one another. You finally built the courage to tell him but when he was in an interview earlier when he was asked about you he said you’re just a friend and weren’t his type and it kinda broke your heart. So you kinda gave him the cold shoulder but he eventually realized and ended up confirming his feelings and idk give it a sweet and fluffy ending

Warnings: None

A/N: So This has 3 parts! The others will be posted soon! Sophie Kaczynski, is a character played on 2 Broke Girls and I felt the name fit for a model!

Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4

“Grayson stop.” I pleaded as he was tickling my sides. Grayson, Ethan, and I were hanging out today and we decided to watch Beauty and the Beast but about a quarter of the way through, Grayson got the idea to start tickling me. Ethan continued to eat his popcorn and watch the movie trying his best to ignore Grayson and I.

“Now why would I do that Y/N?” Huh?” Grayson teases as his finger press and curve into my sides. I giggled and tried to kick him off, except I kicked his cup off of the armrest and on to Ethan, covering him in soda.

“That’s it!” Ethan shouts and he stands up turning to Grayson and I. His white t-shirt now had brown wet splotches from the soda and oil from the popcorn. Grayson leans off of me and looks up to Ethan.

“Sorry about that E. You know how ticklish Y/N is.” Grayson points to me which I smack his hand away.

“Shut up Grayson. You shouldn’t have tickled me in the first place!” I argued back at him.

“I would do it again too Y/N. Don’t test me.” He teases at which he begins to tickle me again. This time he’s tickling more of my lower stomach regions which is one of my more ticklish spots.

“Stop it! Both of you! I’m so tired of this!” Ethan says storming off to the kitchen. Grayson and I exchange a confused look before we got off the couch to follow him.

“Ethan it’s just a little soda calm down.” Grayson says calmly.

“It’s not just the soda. It’s the constant third wheeling of you two. I don’t care if you two like each other, but fucking tell each other instead of making me third wheel everything. I’m tired of getting junk spilled on me.” Ethan peels his shirt off and grabs a washrag to dry himself off.

“What are you talking about? We don’t like each other.” Grayson defends as I feel my heart being ripped out of my chest. Ethan gives Gray a sarcastic are-you-serious look which causes me to chuckle. Ethan looks between Grayson and I and starts to laugh.

“Okay you two keep lying to yourselves, but I have eyes and so does everyone else. I guarantee you’ll be asked about Y/N tomorrow during our interview and ask if you two are dating or something.” Ethan claims as he throws his semi damped shirt back on.

“And I’ll say we aren’t dating. Simple.” I wish we were. I’ve liked Grayson for as long as I can remember. We’ve all been friends for about three years now and I just absolutely adored this man and part of me felt like he felt the same way. Ethan has never been this bold about our flirting, but hearing him say it made me realize he sees Grayson’s flirting too. Knowing that Ethan has noticed our flirting made me feel more confident to tell Grayson I did like him. Ethan scoffed and walked back into the living room.

“Okay while you two keep lying to yourselves, I’m going to go pick an outfit out for tomorrow. Y/N are you still coming to the interview with us tomorrow? I think Gray will be less nervous knowing his girlfriend is backstage.” Ethan teases us which we both rolled our eyes.

“Yeah definitely I’ll be there, if that’s still okay?” I asked shyly. I didn’t know if after all of the teasing that Grayson would still want me there.

“Are you kidding? Of course it’s okay! I need my best friend there because I might fight Ethan on stage.” Grayson wraps his arm around my neck and kisses my temple which creates butterflies in my stomach and leaves me smiling.

“Then yeah I’ll see you two in the morning!” I hugged both of the boys and they went to their apartment down the hall from mine. I walked to my room and flopped on my bed. My phone buzzed and I had a text from Ethan

Ethan👑: Yeah so Gray totally likes you don’t let anything he said tonight discourage you or anything okay?

Ethan knew I liked Grayson. I never even told him, but he knew. When rumors were going around that Grayson was dating Sophie Kaczynski, an instagram model. Ethan saw how I changed. I didn’t hang out with the boys as much as I did before. Ethan and I started to hangout more one on one and he just figured it out. Since then he’s been basically my best friend. Always looking out for me when it came to Grayson. I texted him back ‘okay no problem. See you in the morning’ and I rolled over and drifted off to sleep.


“Let’s go Grayson! I told you to pick your outfit out last night! We’re going to be late and the Uber is here!” Ethan hollers as we wait in their apartment for Grayson to get ready. Ethan was wearing a black shirt with green camo pants and a black leather jacket. I was wearing black ripped jeans with a the twins merch hoodie on. Anytime I went with them to anything I always made sure to wear their merch as a sign of support.

“I’m coming!” Grayson races out of his bedroom wearing a black shirt and a brown leather jacket with black ripped jeans. He looked so good. His hair was even up done in his famous quiff. “Nice hoodie Y/N.” Grayson says and I nodded. I wanted to tell Gray how I felt, but I wanted to tell him after the interview just in case things go down like him getting upset and not being able to focus or me getting upset and not wanting to be around him.

“Let’s go guys!” Ethan pushes us out the door into the Uber as we drive about 20 minutes to the building. The boys showed their VIP pass and I had to show my guest pass to security. We all raced up the stairs before we met with Ellen.

“Hey you guys! Are you guys ready? We’re on in two.” Ellen asks the boys and they nodded with excitement. “Okay you must be Y/N? Wow you’re even prettier in person than on their snapchat with the dog filter on your face.” Ellen says which makes me blush. Ellen called me pretty.

“Ellen! Less than a minute! Go!” A producer shouts before walking away.

“Alright boys let’s go. Y/N you can follow us just stay behind the stage okay?” Ellen asks and I nodded. Grayson looks back at me and flashes me a smile. I flashed one back at him which causes him to giggle. “Wait here.” Ellen says to us as she walks out on stage. She talks some and introduces the boys before they follow after her. They all sit down and talk about many different things. The warehouse, a tour, and what the twins were planning for 2017.

“We have a lot of great things coming this year. We’re so excited to share everything real soon. The warehouse is just the beginning.” Ethan says as he exchanges a smile with Grayson.

“Now what about relationships? Is that something that will be happening in 2017?” Ellen asks and I peep my head up to see their reaction. “Like Grayson let’s talk about Y/N. When will that be a thing?” Ellen asks as the crowd erupts with gasps. Grayson looks frozen, but he then starts laughing.

“Oh no no no no no no No! Y/N and I are just friends. Besides, she’s not really my type anyways.” Grayson was smirking while Ethan was not. He looked back to me to check if I was okay. I wasn’t. I swallowed hard trying not to cry. I could tell Ellen was sort of in shock too not knowing what to say.

“I mean you guys are always on each others socials. I just figured…” Ellen trails off.

“Yeah it’s because we’re best friends. Nothing more and nothing less. Just friends.” Grayson says sternly. His smile faltering to a firm line on his lips. I couldn’t do it. I needed to leave or else everyone would see me cry. I ran off to the exit and went outside. Not knowing what to do now. I texted Ethan letting him know that I was leaving. I called an Uber and waited about five minutes before one pulled up in front of the sidewalk.

“Y/N wait!” I heard Ethan shout as I climbed in the back of the Uber letting my tears fall down my cheeks.

“Where to ma’am?” The driver asks. I gave him my address as we started to drive. “Rough day?” He asks trying to make conversation.

“Yeah. I think I just lost my best friend.” I said as I wiped my tears with my sleeve.

A Proper Man - Fp Jones x Reader

REQUEST - ‘Since I too love FP I’d love a one shot where you see him standing at the bar while you’re out with friends and you flirt with him until he asks if you want to get out of the bar with him and then just take the story however far you want. :))’
WORD COUNT - 3,869
A/N - So this is actually my first ever one shot. I write a few fan fiction stories, but I’ve never written a one shot, so I really hope it’s okay and someone like it at least. My requests for more one shots are open, so if you want something written then drop me a message! I’ve got more coming though so watch this space and enjoy this one xx

It was a Saturday night. One of the more busiest times for night owls to flock to the party scene for a fun filled night. The bar on the South Side of town had always been a rowdy place most nights of the week and from anywhere after noon. 

The Whyte Wyrm in particular on a Saturday hadn’t been this loud since before the summer had started. But tonight a group of girls from a neighbouring town had been passing through on a bar crawl and they were definitely having much needed celebrations. 

As soon as the door swung open and the sound of high heels coming down the steps towards the main area of the bar, it was almost like every male attention flocked their heads round to look at the group of seven girls approaching the bar side. They were talking loudly, some even cheering and laughing highly, wanting to continue on their fun for the night.

One in particular was already being held up by two other girls beside her, a plastic faux sparkly tiara sat on her head, whilst a band was draped over her shoulders saying ‘Bride To Be’ and it matched with the other girls who had the word 'Bachelorettes’ across theirs.

It was a Bachelorette party. A group of girls giving their friend the ultimate send off before she went on her merry way to married life. Although one girl in particular wasn’t so thrilled her friend, the bride to be was already near enough drunk and this was the third bar they had arrived to.

“Hey, easy, easy.” You said trying to steady your friend onto the stool she was now struggling to get up onto.

“Oh relax! Let’s have some more drinks.” The bride suggested in an excited tone, before a chorus of excitement and cheers followed around her friends.

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that this night was suppose to be about fun and your best friends last night of freedom, but all you kept thinking about was how glum you felt inside and how you didn’t really want to be there right now.

No matter what you tried to do, whether that was distracting yourself with drink or looking out for your friends, you couldn’t shake off this feeling and it was getting you down for feeling so selfish right now, but you had your own reasons.

“Maybe we shouldn’t stay here too long,” You found yourself saying as another one of your friends handed you over a shot glass, “you know what they say about this side of town..”

“Oh c'mon! Where’s your sense of fun gone?!” The bride turned to face you with raised brows.

“Yeah, this is suppose to be the bride’s night, she’s the only one who is allowed to get miserable about saying goodbye to the high life.” The other friend said, as you took the shot from her.

“She’s right you know,” You heard a voice say from behind you, before you spun your head round to look at the mysterious stranger, “but what do they say about this side of town?”

You felt your stomach drop slightly as you came face to face with a man, a handsome man if that, wearing a black t-shirt and matching leather jacket, whilst a pair of jeans hung around his waist and the same coloured boots covered his feet.

He had a light layer of stubble growing over his masculine face, his dark brown eyes burned into your own, almost like if you ever so much dared to look away, he would entice you straight back in, but like you would even dare to look away now, when you even had the urge to reach across and run your fingers through his dark messy hair.

“Uh, you know..” You tried to form some kind of explanation, but the way this man was looking at you and the vibe he was giving off, he made you feel nervous to even speak the truth, in more ways than one.

“She’s just not drunk enough yet, right girls?” The other friend stepped in, as there was another chorus of cheers from their group.

“Well, I should buy you all another round.” The man offered, leaning across and informing the bartender to get the girls some more drinks.

The bride to be nudged your side, giving you a smirk and a suggestive look, before she hit her shot glass into your own and the both of you knocked back the strong liquid. Once you laid the glass back down, your eyes trailed back over to the man, his eyes also coming over to meet you, where he gave you a knowing look.

What was with this man?

Not only was his damn attractive and left you lost for words for the first time in your life, but he also brought over this uneasy feeling that you couldn’t even work out. Part of you felt on edge to find out what he really wanted and what he was up to. There was no doubt he was from around here, it wasn’t just him asking about what she thought about his side of the tracks, but it was the way he dressed and the way he acted what gave off warning signs.

But it was like you didn’t want him to back down either. This excitement mixed with the nervous feeling was one you hadn’t felt in a very long time. The way he kept looking over at you and hadn’t left your gaze was lighting something inside of you that you didn’t know would ever come back.

As the next tray of shots got brought over, you went over to reach one to calm your nerves, knowing the girls were right and that you did need to loosen up, as well as control yourself around this mysterious man, but another hand stopped you from going any further.

“Here,” He said handing you over a drink, his fingers grazing over your own as you went to take it from him, “let your friends know that the drinks are on the bar for you all tonight.”

You frowned back at him in confusion, his offer almost too surprising, “Wait, are you sure?”

“Of course. It’s rare we ever get a pretty bridal party come in here. So I’d like to keep you happy enough to stick around and no doubt you’ll be doing me a favour also by pulling in more customers.” He explained to you, like it really was no big deal.

“Uh,” You looked around the room, seeing that it was still mainly male dominated in here, before your eyes fell back on the over generous stranger, “thanks I guess.”

“No problem,” He nodded back at you, before turning back to the other girls, “enjoy your night ladies.”

He was moments away from slipping back past you and disappearing off into the midst of the bar, when your best friend, the said bride to be, turned to him and grabbed hold of the collar of his jacket, “No, where are you going?”

“Uh,” He looked down at her hand on him and then back over to you, “I was going to leave you to it..”

“No. You should stay,” The bride smirked, before looking over at you suggestively, “shouldn’t he?”

“Uh,” You found herself lost for words again, frowning at your friend in confusion, before you looked at the man himself, “I guess if you want to..”

“Of course he does! How could he resist so much female attention?” Your other friend added from behind the bride.

“I guess I could sit and have one drink with you all.” The man concluded, as he hopped up onto the bar stool beside you and ordered himself a beer.

Leaning over to your best friend, you grabbed her attention and gave her a pissed off look, “What are you doing?”

“Relax. It’s ok. He’s just having a drink with us. No problem, is it?” Your friend smiled lightly.

“Uh,” You frowned a little deeper, “we don’t even know him..”

“No, but you’re going to get to know him, aren’t you?” The bride changed her smile into a smirk, before she tapped the stranger’s arm and began to get into conversation with him, leaving you nothing else to do than listen from beside her.

What was she playing at?

Could they really trust this guy?

And why was she being made to get to know him out of all of them?

Not that drunk her would mind getting to know this hot stranger but still.
But as you found yourself drinking more from the bar, finding out more about said mysterious man from your friends constant questions and accusations, you didn’t quite mind having this guy around for company, it was entertaining at least and nothing you could have imagined would have happened.

Plus he was pretty damn good to look at also. His eyes were what really couldn’t tear you away. They were just so good to look at. His mannerisms also sent you over the edge nearly. Especially when his leg brushed up against your own bare one of a few times where your dress didn’t quite reach. It was getting a little hot in the bar. Or maybe it was just the booze in your system. Or the guy beside you who was giving you serious vibes that he could have potentially wanted you.

“I-i-i just need the ladies room,” The bride to be announced a little while later, as she looked between the man and you, “I’ll be back. Keep him entertained whilst I’m gone.”

You gave her a look once again that night, as you helped her get down from the stool and your other friend headed to the restroom with her in her drunken state, as you nervously turned back round to face the man you had been left with.

“She’s a right fire cracker that one.” The man remarked, as he knocked back some of his beer.

“Yeah,” You nodded your head with a small smile, “she is. I’m surprised she is still standing to be honest.”

“Well, I’m sure you will look after her, right?” He looked over at you.

“Yeah, of course.”

Turning your head away from him slightly as a silence came over the two of you, you began to swirl your glass around slowly, watching the ice cubs move around the liquid as they began to melt in the heat, wishing your friends would hurry back so you wouldn’t have to be left alone with him for much longer.

You were way out of your depth right now.

Or at least this new closed up and less fun you was. If it had been two years ago, you would have been all over this man and just giving into your attraction to him, but too much had happened lately that you just weren’t ready.

“Do you have anyone to take care of you?” The man asked you, pulling your attention out of your thoughts and away from the glass.

Slowly turning back to face him, you frowned in confusion, “W-what do you mean?”

“You know, do you have anyone to take care of you?” He repeated.

“What like on nights out or?” You presumed with raised brows.

“No,” He smirked lightly, as he leant a little closer, “I mean back home. Is there someone going to be waiting up for you?”

You felt your heart sink at his question. Your mind flooded with past memories and feelings. As you went to open your mouth to speak, but no one words come out, almost like it was too soon to admit to the outside world that things weren’t the same anymore.

“Apart from her annoying older sister, no she won’t have.”

Flinging your head round to behind you, you saw your best friend jump back up onto the bar stool in her drunken manner and turn to face the man, he looked back over at you and then on her with a small nod.

“What are you doing?!” You demanded an explanation, as to why she thought she could just swim back in and talk to for you.

Ignoring your question on her, the bride leant back over to the man more and continued on, “see, just last weekend, my best friend here, she got dumped by the guy she should have dumped in the first place. Her stupid high school romance came to an end after however many years of lies and cheating on the guys half, my best friend here finally got away from the douche we all grew to hate,”

You went a death glare over to your bestfriend, feeling your chest tighten as you let your best friend ramble on and exploit your secret heartbreak to this man, who probably didn’t even want to hear it right now.

But you couldn’t even speak up for yourself. You didn’t even know how. Because the heartache was still raw. It hadn’t even healed yet. You didn’t even know where to start to heal the heartache.

“So if you’re wondering why she has been so grouchy and over sensitive tonight it is because of him, it is because of that lying cheating bastard that my best friend is just not her usual fun, easy going and adventurous self tonight.” She finished, before turning to you and rubbing your arm comfortingly.

You never turned your head back to look at the man on the other side of you. One because you were glaring at your friend for exposing something so personal and private to a guy who probably didn’t even care in her drunken state, but also because you felt nervous of his reaction, almost like you presumed he would mock you or take advantage of the situation.

“Is that so?” You heard him say.

The bride to be rolled her eyes over to you, almost like she was hinting for you to speak up and defend yourself, but when you didn’t and kept silent, she nodded back at the man with sad look.

Before she had the chance to go on more about how this waste of a space ex had destroyed your life and confidence, a song came over the speakers that made the bride to be and her friends around her widen their face in excitement, before they all began to jump off their stools.

“Oh my god! This is my song!” The bride exclaimed excitedly, as you sighed lightly, really in no mood to go and dance right now.

You just wanted to go home. Or just anywhere away from the party scene. You needed a break. You needed time to process what was going on and the life you were living now.

The other girls began to drag the bride away from the bar, wanting them to go off and let loose, but the bride was clinging to your hand, “Come on. Let’s go and have some fun.”

“She can stay with me,” The man offered, noticing your lack of enthusiasm to go off and be with them, “it’s all good here.”

You turned your head to face him for the first time since your best friend had informed him the reasons behind your grouchiness. His eyes met with yours once again and your stomach flipped at the look he was giving you. You couldn’t even explain what it meant. But it almost made you feel assured that it would all be ok. That you were safe with him here. That you could have that much needed break.

The bride rolled her eyes back onto you with a small smile, before you nodded in acceptance of the guys offer, “Go on.”

Squeezing your arm back excitedly, the bride and the group of girls you called your friends hurried over to go dance, leaving you and the mystery guy alone for the rest of the time being, causing your nerves to start bumping around your body again.

“Was what she said true?” The man asked you once they had gone.

“What?” You looked back nervously.

“About your ex? The high school romance?” He questioned further.

“Uh yeah,” You nodded, before clearing your dry throat, “it’s all true.”

“That’s the thing about high school romances, they never last,” He continued on as he watched you take a sip from your drink, “what you really need is a proper man.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your own head when you heard him say this, you had to put your now empty drink down and shake your head, having to remind yourself that you weren’t dreaming and the ridiculously attractive mysterious man had just said that.

“A-are you hitting on me?” You found yourself asking for clarification.

Would it be bad if I was?“ He asked, before he turned to face you more, "why else do you think I’ve been sat here for so long listening to your best friend drunkenly ramble on? I’ve been waiting for you to show up.”

“To show up?” You frowned back in confusion. “I’ve been here all along.”

“The real you,” He answered with a small smirk, “the one before all the ex drama.”

If you had been sober, you would have probably kicked the guy in the crotch and stormed off out of there for what he was saying. But right now. This guy wanted you. And had only been sat here because of you. This was the most attention you had from a male in weeks, months, maybe even the past year, your past relationship never being this thrilling and exciting.

“I guess she’s just not coming out to play tonight.” You remarked.

“Guess I’ll just have to try a little harder then, won’t I?” He kept his gaze on you.

“Guess you will..” You found yourself flirting back, as you leant across and took his beer from him.

He watched you with excitement as you brought the bottle up to your lips and took a large swig from the booze, finishing off his bottle and going to order you both another round of drinks, wanting to listen to the other side of you that was just telling you to just chill out and be the girl you were before all the hurt.

Because was the girl your friends knew and loved, the girl you were before all the drama with your ex, the girl who this guy beside you wanted to see and get to know, the girl you were suppose to be and knew deep down you could be again.

And that’s what happened.

The drinks flowed. As well as a conversation about absolutely everything. The South Side. The bar they were in. The job you held back home. You even found out his name. FP was all he told you. You knew it had to stand for something. And when he did tell you. You couldn’t help but laugh that such a dark character had such a formal name.

“You know, I really do think she has come out to play.” Fp leant over to you, the gap between you two not even a gap anymore from how many times you had grown closer over the night.

“You think so?” You ran your tongue over your lip teasingly, before looking back at him, “I don’t think she quite has yet..”

“Oh really?” He smirked, leaning away slightly and laying his beer down.

“Yeah. But I do think she is ready to show you the real side of her.” You found yourself saying, a daring twinkle in your eyes.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Fp asked you, laying his hand on your knee.

“I thought you’d never ask.” You smirked, as you turned your head round to look at your friends still dancing hours later, before you hopped off the stool and waited for Fp to join you.

Fp lead you through the back entrance of the bar and out into the parking lot, before he got one of his more sober friends to give him a ride back to his place.

You felt the waves of excitement and nerves hit you as you sat in the back of the vehicle, Fp beside you his hand resting on your knee as he stared out of the window watching the night sky roll by.

With in only five minutes, the car came to a stop outside a trailer park not far from the bar. It looked run down and the type of area your parents would warn you about when you were a kid. The exact feeling you had when you had first saw Fp come over to you and your friends at the bar.

But now you had got to know the guy more and had drink running through your veins, you didn’t care less where this guy was from or what he would be doing the next day, because you knew come tomorrow you and Fp wouldn’t even cross paths ever again.

This was a one night thing.

Going over to his trailer, he unlocked the door and headed inside, you followed behind him and entered the untidy yet still cosy trailer. You didn’t even have a moment to breathe or even step further inside the place, when Fp crashed his lips onto your own and pushed you up against the now closed front door.

You found yourself sighing heavily into the kiss, his hands wrapping around your waist as yours came round his neck. Your lips moving in synch hungrily and passionately, the taste of booze lingering in both of your mouths, as things began to heat up between the two of you.

Fp shrugged you out of your jacket and his own, before your hands found themselves under his t-shirt, touching his warm bare back and his own were tangled through your hair. This man certainly knew how to kiss a woman, so much so that the excitement in your belly kept growing, thinking about how much pleasure he really could give you.

Between many kisses, touches, thrills and groans, the two of you crashed back down onto the couch inside the trailers small living room. Your breathing heavy as you felt Fp press a light kiss into the back of your neck and you were moments away from rolling back over to kiss him again, when you  heard your cell phone began to ring throughout the quiet home.

Sighing to yourself, you grabbed hold of your withdrawn garments and pulled them on, before going over to your jacket just as it finished ringing. Seeing that it was one of your friends calling you, probably wondering where the hell you were, you went to type out a text back to them to assure them.

“You think your friend will be happy that you got to know me tonight?” Fp asked from the couch with a smirk.

“Yeah I think so,” You returned the gesture, as you slipped your phone back away and finished getting dressed, “uh and thanks for showing me what a proper man is like.”

He turned his head to look back up at you with an amused expression, “You’re most welcome.”

hamilton + high school clothing headcanons


  • he stays up too late every night
  • and gets up too late every morning
  • so he just slips on random shirts and joggers like 15 minutes before school starts
  • only owns two pairs of shoes
  • gets too cold really easily
  • so he often wears hoodies over top
  • never wears matching socks
  • prefers scrunchies to thin elastics when tying his hair back
  • always carries around a tin of bobby pins
  • loses his glasses all the time 
  • refuses to use a normal backpack so he uses a messenger bag instead


  • always wearing shorts
  • no, literally, even in the dead of winter hes wearing shorts
  • he just wears tights underneath
  • (he gets hot way too easily)
  • the type of guy to go out in december with no jacket and tell everyone its not cold
  • has one coveted pair of black nikes hes had forever, but wears therapeutic sneakers if he isnt wearing them
  • athletic socks
  • bracelets??? you can bet he has a million always wrapped around his wrist
  • there are pride ones and beaded ones from peggy and best friends ones he and the boys got ironically
  • (but he actually loves them)
  • owns about 20 bowties that he never wears


  • shops at the thrift store or wears his own clothes
  • baggy sweaters/sweatshirts and distressed jeans/oVERALLs 
  • he has a thing for sweaters with elbow patches but one time alex said he looked like an old man (as a joke) so he doesnt speak of it 
  • has a million different beanies in different colours 
  • wears the same necklace hes had since he was a small child 
  • (its just dark wooden beads on a string) 
  • wears moccasins and burkenstocks exclusively 
  • hates socks with a passion 


  • really up to date with latest fashion trends
  • but he really likes courdoroy pants and turtlenecks
  • would rather die than than TOUCH a pair of sneakers
  • only ever wears boots or dress shoes
  • his go-to coat is a peacoat or a trench coat
  • sometimes he even wears a cloak if hes getting up to shenanigans and wants to get #in the mood
  • he might fill in his eyebrows. no body knows for sure
  • has his ears pierced and only ever wears small hoops or small jewels
  • owns ten of the same black beret and wears it ONLY when hes having a bad hair day bc he doesnt want to be #stereotypical


  • two words: 
  • high waisted 
  • she only wears high waisted mom jeans and shorts (that she cut into shorts from mom jeans) 
  • always tucks her shirts into her pants 
  • has a collection of cute leather belts 
  • basically only wears sandals and vans. and nothing else 
  • crop tops? hell yes 
  • tank tops? hell fuckin yes 
  • sweaters and cropped hoodies over top? very much yes 


  • sweet smocked sundresses or skater dresses 
  • wears tights underneath depending on the time of year 
  • also !!! pleated skirts and denim skirts with buttons down the front 
  • sometimes she’ll wear thigh high socks instead of tights though 
  • and she wears cute flats or heels if shes trying to look more sexy (which makes her feel flustered all day) 
  • as for tops, she’ll go for anything but she…. really has a thing for lace and mesh 
  • hair is always tied back. 
  • a l w a y s 
  • carries a purse and a backpack around school 


  • leggings and sweaters. 
  • thats…. it 
  • leggings, black coverse or her superstar adidas, ankle socks and baggy sweaters over top 
  • cant be bothered to do anything else?
  • (wears a baseball cap if shes having a bad hair day) 
  • in the summer, she might wear baggy tshirts instead or maybe she trades her leggings out for sport shorts 
  • always at a perfect temperature no matter what 
  • however, she wears different shades of lipstick everyday
  • like, shes never worn the same colour twice 
  • will BEGRUDINGLY borrow one of elizas dresses if she has to go to a fancy event 


  • short skirts (any kind, really) 
  • with blouses tucked into them 
  • and thigh high boots 
  • and chokers in all different sizes and colours 
  • paints her nails to coordinate with every outfit 
  • she wears exclusively holiday colours when it rolls around 
  • (christmas? you can bet shes wearing red for a month straight)
  • does her hair up in fancy styles every day 
  • but she also really likes floppy hats 


  • dress shirts and dress pants and dress shoes 
  • but funny ties 
  • they can be optical illusions or annoyingly bright patterns 
  • but he is wearing a noticeable tie no matter where he is 
  • however, when hes flustered or embarrassed, he holds it in his hand to make sure no body thinks lesser of him because hes wearing pugs on his tie 
  • has ten pairs of the ever classic heart boxers 


  • he only owns khakis and jeans
  • this boy rarely even touches sweatpants
  • polos are his go-to tops
  • wears belts, but still has his pants low enough that the waistband of his boxers are showing
  • he always keeps his wallet in his front right pocket
  • but… never takes it out in front of anyone and gets nervous/angry when they try and touch it
  • (its a batman wallet, obvs)
  • timberlands? yes
  • nike??? double yes


  • tshirts with logos and striped long sleeves underneath 
  • and jeans that are too short/too long or sweats 
  • has a package of kleenex in his pocket at all times 
  • but wont share because he doesn’t know which ones are used or not used 
  • uses the same pair of beige vans hes had since third grade
  • wears superman and spiderman boxers
  • sometimes he forgets to wear socks or wears ones that are different lengths


  • plain, single colour t shirts 
  • the most weird or abnormal colour he wears is eggplant purple and he loves that shirt to death 
  • it has a pocket and he puts his pens in there 
  • beige or brown khakis, sometimes blue jeans!!! 
  • he even owns a pair of red pants
  • but only wears them when his other pants are in the laundry 
  • tighty whities. hates boxers 
  • has a pair of white vans that everyone made fun of him for
  • bought all black converse next and people made fun of him for that too
  • didn’t want to buy anymore shoes

Chamroeun Phan grew up in St. Paul, Minnesota, and, by all measures, isn’t a menacing guy. At 34, he’s slight of build, a brown-skinned Cambodian-American who wears a long black ponytail, rocks Milwaukee Brewers baseball caps, and has an affinity for flyfishing in the summer. 

The one big blemish on Phan’s record is the night in 2009, when he broke three windows at a bar that he often went to play poker with his then-fiancé and six older brothers and sisters. Even the bar’s owner said that he was a “great person” but had “a little too much to drink.” Still, Phan was charged with felony first-degree damage. He spent 40 days in jail, and then moved on.

But, seven years later on Aug. 28, 2016, Phan was detained by Immigration and Customs Enforcement officials. Read more. (3/19/2017 12:30 PM)

Canon Alec Lightwood things (book edition)

*Before meeting Magnus Bane he didn’t comb his hair and wore frumpy clothes and intentionally tried to make himself less attractive
*Believes himself to be generally inferior to Jace in pretty much all ways including or maybe especially attractiveness
*Was scouted by a modeling agent while on his first date with Magnus
*Even after meeting Magnus continued to wear clothes that were once black but have since become brown because they’re so worn
*Has twice come across abandoned children and his reaction was, “This is my son now.”
*Told Jace that he got a hickey by falling down. ON HIS NECK.
*Has read Magnus’ stash of comic books ‘cuz he’s a nerd
*Once left a rambling, heart-broken message on Magnus’ voicemail and then woke up Jace to ask him how to delete a message off of someone else’s voicemail
*After securing a second date with Magnus he was so happy he backed out of Magnus’ apartment so he could keep looking at him and he FELL DOWN THE STAIRS
*At the start of the series Alec had never killed a demon because his role was protecting Izzy and Jace


Okay so we saw Rey’s outfit turn into a gray-ish color at the end of the Force Awakens and we all freaked out thinking “WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?!??!” Since her outfit in the beginning was a light beige/white color.

And we started thinking that her outfits will gradually get darker because of Obi-Wan telling her that she will be inevitably seduced by the dark side and she won’t be able to fight it, and because she was already being seduced to the dark side while kicking Kylo’s ass. Luke’s outfits started to get darker and then full on black with when he was tempted by the dark side and the same thing happened to Anakin in the prequels, and obviously Kylo’s clothes have been full on black once he decided to go to the dark side.

In the new packaging for The Last Jedi, her outfit is looking darker AND you can see black under her robes. And because of other leaks, like the Christmas ornament (i believe it was a Christmas ornament if I remember right) her outfit looked full on BLACK and she was positioned the same way that we have seen Kylo positioned in packaging, toys, etc., from the Force Awakens which made us all go crazy.

So the first time we saw Kylo he was straight up just wearing black from head to toe. Like, I’m willing to bet that his underwear and socks were black too!! And right when we saw Kylo for the first time we were like, “oh damn that outfit be looking fucking hot on Adam Driver! 💦 but he’s obviously part of the dark side because he’s wearing black.”

So if leaks and our theories are true, Kylo will start going more and more into the light or maybe even full into the light, maybe not in the beginning, but maybe towards the end. In The Force Awakens he was already scared about not feeling dark side enough because he could still feel the light in him and in feeling the awakening in the force, it started to become harder for him to fight it. It made it even worse after he killed Han. Kylo didn’t really want to kill Han and the reason he did it was because he was made to believe that it would kill whatever light he still had inside. Han knew that Kylo would kill him and made the ultimate sacrifice in trying one last attempt to bring his son into the light. AND IT WORKED. Kylo thought he’d feel relief, a heavy weight coming off his shoulders but in the end he felt worse and more conflicted.

So if this continues into the Last Jedi, then maybe his outfit will start changing a lighter color as well. Maybe not something SUPER dramatic. Maybe something subtle like a dark grey shirt under his robes in juxtaposition with Rey’s new clothes. Or maybe he might even be wearing something dark blue, purple, or anything else that is straying just a tiny bit from black though I’m sure he’ll still be wearing a shit ton of black, and who knows, his clothes might end up even lighter a SECOND time at some point of The Last Jedi, just to make us lose our minds if he starts trying to defy Snoke in order to help the Resistance and bring Rey back to the light if she ends up turning full on dark side.

I 102985859% believe that he will have his redemption arc, I have absolutely no doubt about it, so I seriously can’t wait to see what symbolism Rian is going to use in order to tell us what Kylo is really feeling inside. I think he will be wearing black again in the beginning, but there will be small hints of the light side in him like wearing certain accents that are dark grey, dark purple, dark blue, dark brown, and maybe even a little bit of white to be bold, etc. And I also think that he will change outfits that will look COMPLETELY different from anything else we’ve seen him in at some point in the film when he realizes omg Im fucked and decides to start helping the Resistance. Like what if he just straight up wears Han’s clothes?!??@?! I’ll fucking SCREAM IDGAF


Because When It's Only Raining, It's Better To Surrender- Part 1


 Author: @dylan-trash-tbh 

Pairing: Stuart x Reader 


 A/N:SO HERE IT IS GUYS. This is the first part of my 1k special :)

Thank you soo much ❤️ I really appreciate every single one of you!

 A special thanks to my Piggie for helping me out and be my co-pilot for this. 💕🐷 @golddaggers

 Let me know what you think about it!


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Daddy issues

What happens when you can’t pay for your 5 doughnuts and one hot chocolate order, because you forgot your wallet at home? You find yourself a sugar daddy. Or that’s what happened to a grumpy Min Yoongi.

Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter four | Chapter five

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Jeon JungKook | ft. Kim NamJoon

Word count: 4977

Warnings: Maybe swearing and future smut

A/N: Another fic that was originally posted on AO3. I plan on finishing it over here because I really love the idea and in all honesty, I think it’s my favorite that I’ve written. Also in here JungKook is older than Yoongi. Hope you’ll enjoy!

“One hot chocolate. Three doughnuts. One chocolate pretzel…hmmm…and…huh…you know, make it 5 chocolate and cherry doughnuts…” Yoongi said to the cashier dressed in a rumpled bright green uniform with a mustard yellow shirt underneath. She had a small name tag attached with a safety pin that said “Mindy”. He felt kind of bad for her, but at the same time he didn’t have much time to meditate over the thought, because guilt was creeping into his mind, thinking about what he just bought.

“Crap! I’ll regret this later…for sure I’ll end up a closet with four doors…shit! I don’t fucking care for now, actually. This is for later!” he said to himself, trying to avoid the unavoidable confrontation with the cold truth. He was binge eating. Again.

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Rainy Days and Mondays

Hello there! I’m back with another headcanon after a while :3 This one was requested by the fabulous @itshaejinju. Thanks for the request (and sorry it’s so late!) <3

“Hmm how about comfort foods and comfort activities for the bros and whoever else that you are comfortable with writing.*”

Note: I included a few songs that the bros might listen to if they’re feeling down. Just click on the letters at the end :3 I didn’t put the titles because I wanted it to be a surprise ^^ (don’t worry, no jump-scares XD)

The letters at the end of the bonus content contain a song as well, so check those out too ^^

Tagging: @themissimmortal @ohgodsnowwhat (thanks for helping me bounce around ideas for this!) @blindbae @stunninglyignis @chocobro-hijinks @crown-city-moogle @insomniacapples @gyrogearlooser​ (since you liked reading my other stuff XD)

Noctis Lucis Caelum

- That the Prince of Insomnia is quite the avid sleeper himself has become a running joke among his closest friends. He sleeps wherever and whenever long he damn pleases on normal days, but even more so when he’s feeling particularly depressed. His philosophy on these days is to just sleep it off until it goes away.

- Cats are also a great source of happiness and comfort for the Chosen King. Whether it’s a cat video or cat-themed items (and especially if it’s an actual feline!), any of these will instantly put a smile on his normally sulky visage. He has a cat-eared hoodie (a gift from Prompto the first Christmas they spent as a group) that he uses as pajamas when feeling blue. He wore them more often when Regis died (and even more so after Altissia).

- Unhealthy food is the way to go with him. Expect all-meat pizzas, potato chips, and plenty of junk food in general. If he is craving something sweet, he’ll ask Ignis to “help him” make some (AKA Noct will stir, cut or taste test while Iggy does everything else). Back when they would do this in the Citadel, the two would call over Gladio (and later on, Prompto) to have an impromptu dessert party. There would always be a batch set aside as well for Ignis to take back to Regis.

- Video games are also a good way to work out any frustrating or confusing feelings. Expect full-day marathons of King’s Knight and RPGs galore if he’s in a bad mood. If he wants to calm down and not really think while playing, Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon are his go-to games (farming and fishing erryday).

- Fishing is by far the most effective method to get his spirits back up. The calm of the environment alone helps clear his mind and make his troubles melt away. Getting a major haul will have him on Cloud Nine for days on end. Fair bit of warning first, though: Don’t do any backseat fishing if he’s feeling particularly testy. He will threaten to shove his fishing rod up your ass many times over.

- Bad Day Playlist: A | B | C | D | E

Prompto Argentum

- Our resident sunshine boy is on the prowl for hugs and fluffy animals (both, if he can find them) when he’s feeling blue. Back in Insomnia, he would hit up most, if not all, of the animal cafes the city had to offer. During the trek around Lucis, these are replaced by constant trips to Wiz’s Chocobo Post. Hugs he’ll either get from the residents of these particular places or from some plushies he collected over their travels. He has a pair of black and white dogs that look similar to Umbra and Pryna, plus a set of four chocobos that look eerily similar to each of the bros (the light brown one even came with a small pair of glasses, while the chocolate-colored one has scars similar to a certain Shield’s). He loves hugging the black chocobo the most, but has hugged the glasses-wearing one more often since Altissia.

- Prompto’s hands tend to get twitchy when he’s sad, and constantly fidgets with either his phone or one of his automatic weapons. During one of their visits to Hammerhead when he was in a funk, Cindy gave him a small pouch filled with a couple of spare parts lying around the garage (cleaned, of course!). Since then, he’d fiddle around with them and see what he could create. One time, he was able to create a customized fidget cube.

- When he was a kid, his go-to comfort food diet was similar to Noct’s, but spicier. But since losing and becoming conscious of his weight, he’d been avoiding junk food for the most part. His love for spicy food, however, hasn’t changed. Curries, stews, skewers…he’ll take it as long as it’s packing the heat he craves. The spicier, the better!

- Of course, video game sessions with his buddy Noctis always cheers him up. He usually prefers King’s Knight or a game like Nintendogs when he’s sad, but when he’s the angry kind of upset? He becomes the most aggressive gamer you’ll ever meet. Prompto becomes the King of any FPS and GTA-type games, and will wipe the floor with any poor soul who dares to challenge him right then and there.

- As he likes to say so himself, he never misses…a photo op! The group’s resident photographer will be moving around more than usual to grab tons of shots, mostly of the other bros. This may not seem very different from what he normally does, but the other three can always tell when the pictures are taken when he’s in a gloomy mood: (a) Prompto will only use the Journey, Time or Dawn filters and (b) there are never any selfies, even when Noct asks him to.

- Bad Day Playlist: F | G | H | I | J

Gladiolus Amicitia

- He’s the kind of person who feels like he has no time to feel sorry for himself, so he basically throws himself even more into physical activity when upset. Whether it’s fighting monsters or going on seemingly endless hunts (or going through the Trial of Gilgamesh)…Gladio will do all this and more, almost always pushing himself to the brink of passing out, much to Iris’ chagrin.

- If it can’t really be helped, the Shield turns to writing about his thoughts and feelings. From poetry to fan fiction, this guy will spin sultry sonnets that will make even Shakespeare’s head spin (or stories that will make even the most straight-laced reader melt into a puddle of goo at the intensity of the smut he writes). He has quite the large following on Tumblr and Fanfiction.net as a result, entire communities of blogs being dedicated to all his writings.

- Three words can accurately describe Gladio’s entire comfort food list: meat, noodles, and booze. He’ll crave burgers, steaks…pretty much any thick cut of meat. Noodles are a given when it comes to him, chugging down at least three large servings of his beloved Cup Noodles at a time. No matter which he chooses to eat, this will always be accompanied by an ice-cold beer or six, depending on the intensity of his mood.

- When depressed and hit with massive writer’s block, Gladio will do one of three things. His first option is reading, immersing himself mostly in historical novels with the occasional erotic piece. If he isn’t in the mood to read, he will park himself in front of the television and binge-watch until he either falls asleep or gets inspired to write (he’s a low-key fan of K-dramas and soap operas thanks to Iris). The third option involves clubbing, drinking and…well, let’s just not disturb him.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

-  In line with the Shield’s desire for physical activity, expect him to disappear for a few hours. He’ll be trekking around the area near the haven/outpost, going for a jog all over the place to clear his head. Looking around helps ground him and remind him of what else he’s fighting to protect. During the time that Noctis disappeared into the Crystal, Gladio went away for close to a month after completing a daemon hunt by Longwythe. When he came back, he passed out from exhaustion, bruises and new scars littering his person. As it turned out, he’d walked all over Lucis, only stopping to slay daemons, eat/drink, and relieve himself.

- Bad Day Playlist: K | L | M | N | O

Ignis Stupeo Scientia

- If Gladiolus is the one who feels like he has no time to feel sorry for himself, Specs literally has no time to do so. On bad days, music becomes his constant companion. Expect him to either have a set of Bluetooth earbuds plugged in or, in case he doesn’t have them on him, for Ignis to be humming to himself when he works. You know he’s having a particularly rough day when you can hear him singing (and damn, he’s got a hell of a voice on him), especially since he doesn’t normally sing in the presence of others.

- Theatre in general is something that can put Ignis in a good mood, whether from laughing at a particularly funny play or shedding a few tears during an emotional scene thanks to quality acting. When he was younger and there happened to be a show in Insomnia when he wasn’t particularly busy, his uncle would surprise him with premium tickets and they’d watch together. During the road trip, he’d content himself with watching the anniversary performances stored on his phone whenever they’d stop to rest.

- For Ignis, cooking is always a good way to take one’s mind off things. When he is in a funk, expect a seafood feast fit for the Astrals. Shellfish, trout, trevally…you name it, it’s there. For dessert, fluffy chiffon cake, chocolate-covered fruit and wine or cocktails.

- The comfort activity that never fails to surprise the other bros no matter how many times they’ve seen it is Ignis watching anime or reading manga. He’s actually a low-key fan of Studio Ghibli, together with the occasional josei and shoujo anime. Apart from the theatre performances stored in his phone, he has a few volumes of manga stored at a time, updating them whenever they stop by an outpost. He’s currently watching Koe no Katachi and reading Orange.

- If Ignis is having a bad day and isn’t in the mood to sit around, he will either do yoga or dance (usually contemporary or ballroom). How do you think he got so flexible? Specs will often find himself getting lost in the motions, whether he’s performing a particularly difficult set of poses or being drawn into the world of the song he’s dancing to.

- Bad Day Playlist: P | Q | R | S | T


- Cor is someone who draws or paints when he’s upset. His work revolves mainly around two themes: the scenery of Lucis and his past experiences (his trip to Accordo with Regis and the Trial of Gilgamesh, in particular). His skill has considerably grown over the years, the drawings and paintings now indistinguishable from photographs. ( U )

- Ravus is a writer like Gladio, but of music. The High Commander played the piano and violin as a child, much to Queen Sylva’s delight. He rarely touches the violin ever since he got his new arm, much to his chagrin. Ravus usually composes with his mother and sister in mind, the resulting songs being beautifully haunting and filled with a sense of longing. ( V )

- Lunafreya is one who wishes to be one with nature when feeling down. The sylleblossoms outside of Fenestala Manor have only grown more beautiful and numerous over the years thanks to her care. She also keeps a small garden at the balcony of her room in case she’s too unwell to go outside, the planters filled with more sylleblossoms, lilies, and orchids. ( W )

Thanks for reading through this! Hope you enjoyed it <3

EDIT: For some reason, the post didn’t tag properly. Fixed now!

THE PHOENIX RISES Chapter 20 [ Olicity | Bratva AU | Explicit]

SUMMARY: For two years, Felicity has lived as a woman happily married to Oliver Queen. They have had their differences like they always do, but nothing they could not come back from. Until now.
Things crumble to the ground as an evil from the past descends upon their married life and tragedy reigns, they face something they never have before. But Felicity knows together, they can brave through. Oliver has no intention of letting go. Neither does she.


As she’d suspected, he was there. Leaning against the open French doors that led out to a small veranda and further into the endless lawn of their property, Oliver stood - wearing dark jeans that cupped his beautiful ass and a simple black t-shirt that hugged his beautiful back - watching something far away.

Felicity admired his form for a long moment, aware that he knew she’d come into the room, and walked towards the plush reddish-brown sofa in the center of the space.

“You know,” she began, her voice still raspy with sleep, “it’s not nice to leave your pregnant wife alone in bed.”

He didn’t reply like he usually would have with a quip of his own.

He didn’t even turn.

Felicity came to a halt beside the sofa, frowning, before she changed directions and headed towards where he stood. Closing the space between them in more steps than she would’ve liked, she finally reached him, extending the hand that wasn’t on the baby bump to fall on his bicep.

“Hey,” she slowly maneuvered herself around, so she stood in front of him, and took in his face.

And for the first time in a long time, he looked haggard. There were dark bags under his tired, slightly frightened but still beautiful eyes, his scruff almost grown out into a little beard, his skin dull.

He put his arms around her waist, pulling her into himself, their baby locked between their bodies, his forehead coming down to rest against hers, his eyes closing as he exhaled softly, his woodsy scent wrapped around her.

“Baby,” Felicity put her hands on his jaw, feeling the soft hair on his face under her palms, her insides clenching at seeing him like this. “Talk to me.”

He sighed. “I’m not proud of some things that I’ve done, солнышко.”

Felicity blinked. “I know, Oliver. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

He rubbed his forehead against hers, caressing her nose with his. “I don’t want the way your eyes look at me to change.”

Gripping his face firmly, Felicity urged him to open his eyes.

He did.

And then she spoke, right from her heart that even now burst with her love for him.

“I don’t care who you were before you met me, Oliver. I don’t care for what you’ve done for more than how it affects you. I know the man you are now and that is someone I’m proud to have as my child’s father and even more proud to have as my husband.”


Felicity smiled softly, putting her hands on his chest, feeling the harsh beating of his heart under her palms. “You forget I’ve looked under your heart, Oliver. I’ve lived under your skin. And it’s a beautiful place. So, don’t worry that I won’t look at you the same. Because I don’t look at your with my eyes; I look at you with my heart, and what’s here will never change.”

His eyes fluttered shut for a second upon hearing her words. “Promise?”




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Valentine Double Date

A somewhat long fic (around 6k words) about Touken and Ayahina’s double date, which began from a girl’s innocent attempt at pushing her Onee-chan and Onii-chan together. Mostly fluff, hints of angst. This is a fic I wrote to have fun and let myself go so it’s nowhere close to the standard of my older fic, but this poor lonely single soul just wanted to have something to do on Valentine’s Day. ;_; Enjoy!

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“Please say yes!” Hinami was almost screaming, as she clasped her hands together and leaned forward in a perfect bow. Kaneki and Touka blinked in disbelief for a moment, looking at each other before looking at her again. 

“You want us…” Kaneki murmured hesitantly. 

“… to follow you and Ayato on your date?” Touka continued, tilting her head in confusion. “But why?”

“B-Because… tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and…” Hinami murmured, her cheeks completely flushed as she shifted about uncomfortably. “I feel uneasy going out alone with him.” 

“Uneasy?” Touka wondered in confusion. “But weren’t the two of your partners in Aogiri? You were alone quite a lot, right?”

“Yeah but…” Hinami sighed, took a deep breath and let it out, fingers fumbling with one another. “This is different from that… I just… don’t…” 

“If you don’t want to go, you should tell him—”

“No! I want to go!” Hinami yelped, cutting into Kaneki’s words. “But but but… A-Ayato-kun scares me sometime!”

“Oh, is that so?” Kaneki said, turning to Touka with a blank expression. “I don’t mind… Is that okay with you, Touka-chan?”

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Mama’s little goat

by reddit user BORN-IN-2002

Author name: Lucas Pincer

I left home in a hurry to pick up my son from school. Traffic was flowing pretty well that day, nothing on my way but a few red lights. It was while I was waiting at a red light that I noticed the woman.

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You in Game of Thrones

Pairing: None really.  More friendship fluff between reader, Robb, and Jon.

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Warnings: None.  Theon is kind of a jerk.

Summary: You’re a regular girl from the 21st century that gets accidently transported into Game of Thrones

Part 2 is herehttps://girlygameofthrones.tumblr.com/post/159684301388/you-in-game-of-thrones-part-2

You had been running late to your first class.  The school wasn’t far from your house, but unfortunately your car was having problems and you couldn’t drive that day.  You hated walking, especially at this time of year.  It was hot and humid, and your whole body felt sticky.  

You weren’t expecting to fall, though.  You had taken this route many times before, back in the day before you had a car and walked to school.  There was never any constructions in the road, yet you somehow managed to trip, and when you threw your hands out, hoping to catch yourself before your face smacked into the pavement, you were surprised when the concrete never came.

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New England Gothic
  • There are leaves covering the ground in reds and oranges and yellows and browns, but there are still leaves on the trees. In fact, all the trees are still completely full of green leaves.
  • The sky is always incredibly clear. There are never any clouds even when it’s raining or snowing.
  • A man comes into your 24 hour Dunkin Donuts exactly 5 times during every shift and orders a small hot black coffee, even at night. He’s always wearing jeans, a tshirt, and sunglasses, even when it’s -12*. You’ve never seen his car park, he just seems to appear in front of the doors.
  • You can tell the time by when you hear the T go by, but when you look, there’s never any train.
  • You were told to never go into the graveyards at night. Not because it’s illegal to go in when the gates are closed, but because of what those gates are keeping in.
  • Every October, the leaf peepers come. It’s always the same people in the same cars. You don’t know any of their names even though they’re temporary residents of your town for one week every year. And then they’re gone.
  • You get up for school and hear that it’s a snow day. Immediately, you get bundled up and run outside to play in the snow. You slowly begin to notice that there’s something wrong with the snow. It’s not snow at all. It’s ash.
  • You woke up one day and the trees were covered in crows. You don’t know where they came from, but just when you were starting to get used to their eyes watching you everywhere you went, they disappeared.
  • There are woods behind your house. They’re not very deep or dense and you can perfectly see your backdoor neighbor’s house from yours. But sometimes people go walking in those woods and never come out.
  • Your neighbor’s tomatoes keep growing after the plants died in the first frost. You see him out there in the middle of the winter harvesting his bright red tomatoes from the dead plants. He comes over one day with a basket full of tomatoes. They’re bright red and beautiful, but they smell like rot. You accept the gift, but don’t dare to eat them. You’re not sure what they are, but they’re certainly not tomatoes.
  • It’s snowing, but it’s 80* and it’s July. “We live in New England. Wait a few minutes and the weather will change,” they say. A few minutes later the snow is gone and it’s sunny again.
  • People keep talking about the moose hanging around town, but no one you know has ever seen one.
  • Your family has lived in the same house since the house was built in 1702. Your family has died in the same house since the house was built in 1702. You’ve met all of your ancestors.
  • You can’t leave New England. It’s not that you don’t want to or haven’t tried, it’s just that every time you try to cross state lines out of New England, you always end up back at your house with no recollection of returning there.

My Dad was a black superhero…. TWICE. He left his mark on Hollywood and could’ve made millions more if he was willing to play a runaway slave, pretend to be the less intelligent token black friend, a thief, a thug, or even wear a dress and padding to become an old stereotypical black woman. However, he taught me images are powerful. What we put on tv..what we read…all of the images we show to the youth…are powerful beyond measure. He feels accomplished because he played a brown super hero and made little brown kids feel like someone finally represented them. Settling may make you more money but never settling means so much more. Black fucking excellence. Robert Townsend. #blackout


A really proud daughter who didn’t understand the depth behind a black man in a cape until her twenties.

also I still can’t believe that person who said “Aristocracy thinks that Kirin Jindosh is one of them because he looks like them.” I mean have you even seen this guy?

What do these looks have in common except for high white collar? The nobles wear long-ish coats with big lapels and pantaloons to show off their ankles, everything is made of black or dark blue expensive cloth. Jindosh wears a scruffy brown leather jacket and the cheapest straight pants. We only ever see brown colors and leather jackets on low class people. And no noble would be caught dead in these worn-out laced shoes. Just because Jindosh put a gift-wrapping ribbon around his neck and manages to work this whole mess into a cohesive Look™ doesn’t mean that he would be read as aristocratic by any noble in their right mind. 

Like, the point of it is that Jindosh lowkey despises nobles, because he believes that intellect and capability should determine people’s worth and not the place of birth, but he is forced to interact with them bc he needs their money. So he passively-aggressively threatens that his robots will kill them if they are not here in precise time and then makes them wait for several HOURS for no real reason, knowing perfectly well that they’re here. And then he shows up, obnoxiously looking like a commoner mechanic and vapes out of his fucking thumb into their faces.