i like the way his hair was styled

Male and female signs I know

Aries Male: Very awkward at first, super easy to approach. Laughs super loud and is actually v shy. Super playful and loving, caring for those close to him. Not one for anger unless provoked

Aries Female: Loves to argue with people but never means to hurt their feelings, passionate about who and what they love, actually super lazy but athletic. Creative as fuck and very cuddly

Taurus Male: Quite at first then super funny and loud, pretty random and like never cried. Really handsome and very fashionable, a born smooth talker and kinda insensitive

Taurus Female: Worried about something literally all the time, very sweet and scared of being a burden, likes to have fun and party, super chill and loves babies

Gemini Male: laughs a lot, super awkward but actually not awkward at all, open about certain things but also extremely closed off about others, loves videos games and fun people

Gemini Female: everyone thinks you’re a Bitch at first, super funny and actually really smart, random facts all the time about anything (usually never on topic), likes clean and kinda crowded spaces, loves people but hates them all

Cancer Male: really weird sense of humour, happy being alone, loves family a lot, refuses to let go of past relationships, super shy at first, hard working, actually a sensitive nerd

Cancer Female: actually super indecisive, never fucking tells you if they’re upset, loves random adventures as long as they have people they love with them, Netflix binges are a normal things

Leo Male: cocky as fuck but super insecure, loves attention, somehow always has money for food, laughs at his own jokes more than he laughs at other peoples, “what should I do with my hair?”

Leo Female: aggressive, likes to tease people (in a loving way), loves but hates being teased back, cries whenever they feel they’re not good enough, exaggerated storied, really funny

Virgo Male: unique style, cries when they get pissed off at someone they love, constantly stressed out, simple things make them laugh really hard, not very good at telling jokes, loves people way too much

Virgo Female: bad ass TBH, easily attached, cute style, lots of stories to tell, being around them is comforting, seems to have their life together basically all the time, lowkey freak

Libra Male: knows so many people but considered like 10 of them their friends, easily excited, good advice, good at making decisions for everyone but themselves, introvert who loves people

Libra Female: makes lots of weird noises, always has a story to tell, actually really stressed out, laughs a lot, constant confusion, “what should I do/get/pick/say/eat/buy/etc.?”

Scorpio Male: a dick in a funny way, quite at first, not afraid to tell you if you’re annoying, loves to tease, shares pics about sex on fb

Scorpio Female: will fight you, not afraid to talk to strangers, loves being home and doing nothing, hood playlists, dreams about relationships, their stories are important

Sagittarius Male: fuck boy, funny as fuck, not very loud, drinks a lot, rebel who cares too much about everything, once they’re attached they stay attached

Sagittarius Female: school makes them cry, lots of relationships that last a long time, cute style but wants to look bad ass, willing to fight u, memes

Capricorn Male: really quite but somehow everyone knows them, videos games all the time, can’t express feelings and breakdowns like one a year

Capricorn Female: actually pretty loud and fun, hard to keep in touch with, can’t fall out of love with that one person, critical of a lot of things without meaning to be

Aquarius Male: knows like everyone, meme master, laughs when you laugh, not talk to them for a year and then easily pick up convo like nothing happened

Aquarius Female: super cheeky, doesn’t really argue about anything, chill as fuck, loves loud and fun people, fascinated by people and the way they do things, delicate but will kick ur ass if they have to

Pisces Male: not good at expressing things, shy, v giggly, resting Bitch face, loner, comfortable to talk to

Pisces Female: aesthetic snapchat, love fun and lowkey dangerous things, once they hate you they hate you, weird sense of humour, in their own world

pretty boys

so Todoroki, Kaminari, and Bakugou are 3 of the biggest pretty boys in the class, and

  • Todoroki is pretty like an oblivious shoujo love interest who never knows what’s going on or how his looks affect those around him and is just kinda going through life doin’ his thing and trying to become a better hero, never ever realizing that half the school probably has a crush on him
  • Kaminari is pretty in that boy band way  and he probably spends an hour doing his hair and/or makeup in the bathroom and probably wears eyeliner and knows exactly what kinda look he’s going for to get the maximum boy band effect and is forever disappointed that it doesn’t seem to work on any of the girls
  • Bakugou is pretty in that natural way where he literally doesn’t have to fucking do ANYTHING to look pretty and he just naturally has thick beautiful eyelashes and beautiful sharp eyes and pretty naturally styled hair and looks like a tiny male version of his supermodel looking mother and he probably rubs it in everyone’s face when it’s pointed out but overall just doesn’t give a single fuck and that just pisses everyone off even more b/c he doesn’t even have to try and doesn’t even care the goddamn angry motherfucker

(i don’t even know what this post is about it’s 1am and im contemplating the class 1A pretty boys)

(other random thoughts: Izuku and Kirishima are not pretty boys. they are adorable boys and they’re like sweet cuddly teddybears with adorable big eyes and cute round faces,with presences like warm sunshine personified on a spring and summer’s day, respectively)

(anyway don’t take this post too seriously. i should. go to bed)

Braids 💆

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A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this! It’s the longest I’ve written on this blog and I’d really appreciate the feedback here  – I’m most likely doing a Part 2 depending on how you all like it. Enjoy :)

Harry loved family reunions.

Amongst the bickering cousins and lurid pitter-patter of children, he often found himself feeling at peace as his folks filled him in on all the stories he’s missed out on. He’d laugh about his jittery uncle who nearly burnt his eyebrows off from an old barbecue, nodding approvingly as his aunt gushes about her eight year old who’s just won the flashy new title of spelling bee champion. He likes the way they treat him too. With adoration in their eyes, resurrecting from the years they’ve watched him as a young boy (instead of the usual gaze of stardom he’s used to). He almost, if not, especially enjoys the way they admire his success, not as an ego-booster, but as a way of praising Anne for his upbringing, despite the major gossip that briefly tainted his mother’s name around her first divorce.

But even in a house packed with his most favourite people, he would always feel relatively exhausted from the length of the reunion, a full four days he’d reckoned. It was unfair really, he loved his crazy family, but he always felt like he had to put on his best face, never getting his usual dose of solitude to rejuvenate.

So when Harry first invited you to join him, he hadn’t quite expected you to be so patient with his family.

“Yes, he is very handsome,” you’d chuckle, “but we’re only friends.”

“You’re sweet, love, but I think this little girl wins the beauty contest, hmm?”

“Right, he is very good with kids.”

“M’only in uni, ma’am, so I’ve got a few good years before settling down.”

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anonymous asked:

harry looks better with short hair☕

harry with short hair? truly iconic, amazing, incredible, brilliant and life chANGING!!

but……

nothing will ever top the way harry’s hair looked on 16th sep 2014. phoenix harry was a religious experience, and i honestly don’t know what i did to deserve to see that with my own two eyes

his smile and his two front teeth??/?>?>

like… he just knows.. he knows he’s the king of the world (and my heart)

ummmmm,,,,,,,, stab me with a knife it’d hurt less!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

uh no i’m not crying that’s just some harry styles in my eyes hahaHAHA

:))))))))))))))))))))))))) (dats me screaming with my mouth closed)

i.. i don’t even know what to say anymore.. guess i’ll just throw myself off a fucking cliff??????

that’s it folks, it was nice knowing yall,, goodb ye cruel world

{PART 17} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; As Taehyung finally reveals his creation to you - you find yourself sharing soft, tender and heartfelt moments with both him and Jimin; before being reunited with Jungkook - The Prince and Princess of the Ball.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 16} {Part 17} {Part 18}

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Learning to be okay without him is weird.
I swear I’ll be fine for weeks,
but one morning I’ll wake up
and my heart feels heavy for no reason at all
And I feel like I lost him all over again.
It’s just hard, you know?
Thinking you’re making all this progress only for it to be ruined when you see someone else brush their hair out of their eyes the same way he used to.
One little thing, and bam-
You start thinking that you’ll never be able to live without hearing his laugh ever again.
—  I’m okay, but I’m not really okay
The Color Of My World // A Stiles Stilinski AU

Prompt: Soulmate AU where for your entire life you’ve only ever seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. But, what would you do if you found out your soulmate was the one person your current boyfriend hates the most in this world?

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Theo Raeken x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC/Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Intimate Dancing, Kissing, Swearing, and Future Smut (I gotta build it up first y’all but smut is coming)

Song: Flaslight by Jessie J (Cover by Leroy Sánchez)

Word Count: 3,157

A/N: Y’all this was a long time coming. This series is so incredibly important to me, it took me months on end to write. This is without a doubt my favorite story I have written so far and has become my baby. Special thanks to @sarcasticallystilinski for reading it over and supporting me! I really hope you guys love this as much as I do.

P.s. All of the songs will be in Stiles’ POV and, Oh My God, I highly recommend you listen to them after every part to know what’s going on in his mind throughout the story. 

Love, Soulmates and Colors are the three words I despise the most in this world. They ring in my ears like sharp nails scratching against a dry chalkboard and, yet, it seems to be all everyone ever talks about.

“When will I find my soulmate?”

“All I ever see is black and white, I hope one day I’ll meet her and see color.”

“Wait, what do you mean you’re only seeing blue?”

Everyone on this God forsaken planet can only see the dull shades of black and white. However, rumor has it, that that completely changes when you meet your soulmate - as if that bullshit actually exists. Apparently, the moment your skin touches theirs, your entire world becomes vibrant with color and life.

I don’t believe it for one second. Not because I’m bitter or anything, but because I’ve never actually met anyone who can see in color and, therefore, I don’t believe that possibility exists. What would a world full of color even look like? I’m so used to the reality of black and white that the idea of shades other than these two seem so foreign and impossible.

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They take a shortcut through a kind of run down neighborhood, meaning that the streets are narrow and the roads are all bumpy. It’s one broken segment of pavement after another. The driver apologizes but says the route is ten minutes shorter and traffic-free, despite the conditions. Harry tells him not to worry about it.

“S’alright, mate.”

Y/N first worries briefly, if it is alright because from where Fionn’s got his arm around Y/N’s waist he digs his fingers into her skin through her clothing and it triggers something carnal inside of her. Her thoughts drift to ones that verge inappropriate, nearly have her cheeks heating. It would all be fine if she wasn’t intimately in Fionn’s lap and his grip wasn’t verging possessive.

And then YN worries, again, because she realizes these thoughts triggered by Fionn’s tight grip are mutual. There is an undoubtedly existent bulge budging against Y/N’s bum from Fionn pants.

She swallows and looks at Harry, instinctively, almost, and because she’s a bit overwhelmed, frozen because she doesn’t know how to proceed with this information.

or, Y/N’s a film student working on the set of Dunkirk and Harry’s her sugar daddy who likes to watch her have sex with Fionn.

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I’m just so in love with the way Hoshino draws hair. I mean, look at this????

Most artists draw the hair or eyes solid, either covering up the eyes or the eyes appearing over the hair. Very rarely do artists draw hair like this, so you can see through it while still maintaining the idea that there is hair. It looks like individual strands as well while still styled into a lock of hair, which I think is just SO FUCKING COOL! And this is just the beginning.

Mmm, just look at the careful detail on that braid. It’s messy and loose, and falls like a real braid, not too tight and stiff like other braids I’ve seen in manga. 

And oh my god, the way she draws Tyki’s hair, just wow. It’s thick and curly, and glints in the light like real hair and isn’t overly shiny. And look at those roots?!

And oh gods, the baby hairs. It’s not flat, it doesn’t look like its clinging to the skin, no, it has volume, it wisps out of his hairstyle, and those eyebrows? Amazing.

AND I HAVEN’T EVEN GOTTEN TO THE REST OF HER ART STYLE. 

Guy What Takes His Time*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Featuring: Natasha, Wanda, Sharon (mentioned) and Sam.
Rating: Mature
Summary: Wanda, Natasha and Sam think Steve has feelings for Reader, but she tells them otherwise while actually feeling the same way for the super soldier. One evening,  they all make a plan to make both of them confess the truth.
Word Count: 2.2k
Genre: Fluff/NSFW-ish
Warnings: build-up, suggestive themes, and innuendos, mentions of alcohol, sexual tension, a little bit of roleplay, flirting, Captain kink (?) and Steve being a cute flustered bastard.
Author's Note: It’s a rewrite of the flirty scene between Natasha and Bruce in Avengers: Age of Ultron (you can expect some references, though). I thought it could be fun to switch sides with Steve and see how it goes. It’s also inspired by Guy What Takes His Time covered by Christina Aguilera in Burlesque.

  New Avengers Facility, Upstate New  York

“You did a great job, Y/N,” Steve announced in his deep voice as he passed the hallway with you, Natasha, and Wanda. “Ladies.” He stopped in his tracks, standing with this impressive physique, almost towering in front of you as his hands held the brown belt of his- oh, so sexy uniform.

“Thank you, Captain.” You smiled and he nodded slowly as if questioning whether he would stay to have a chat with you or not. He smiled gently and proceeded to take the stairs towards his personal quarters where he’d finally take a well-deserved shower after a hard, but successful mission with you and Sam.

Of course, he would’ve loved to linger awhile and see your smile just a little longer. He enjoyed spending time with you and the feeling was mutual. Maybe that after all these days spent with him, these missions where you saved each other, being partners and all this harmless flirting, there was something between you. Your chemistry was obvious to everyone after all.

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” Wanda nudged your side and you winced, narrowing your eyes. “Don’t be silly, Steve likes you a lot.”

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Lance, Meet Lotor

So I saw a post about how Lotor doesn’t know what the paladins look like and vice versa and the whole ‘they could pass each other at the mall’ things stuck with me. So much so I wrote this:

They had to get supplies at a space mall. Lance had a list and everything, and thank god they convinced Coran to drop the disguises.

He hung back and let everyone else have their fun. Getting the supplies and shipping it to the Castle of Lions (apparently that was a service). Now he could have his own fun.

There was a spa and Lance needed to get in there for some well-deserved relaxation. Lance, using his flirtatious wiles on the female clerk and manages to flirt his way into an hour with a face mask and pedicure to go along with it. 

He was escorted into the back room and was seated next to a purple skinned white haired beauty and Lance begins to flirt relentlessly- the best part? It’s not uncomfortable and the guy is flirting back. It’s an hour of sharing and talking. Lance excitedly sharing stories about his friends (never giving out any details on the fact they were paladins of Voltron or that they were against the empire.)

And this other guy does the same (apparently one of his friends has a seeing eye-cat and another basically could crush Lance with her little finger and it would be an honor by the sound of it)

Near the end, Lance spilled a couple insecurities about how he doesn’t feel like he fits in with the cliche and where his new friend pats him on the shoulder.

“It sounds like you’re letting your fear define your loyalty to your friends Lance. Especially this ‘Azul’ (whom lance had described as a girlfriend that dumped him one day out of the blue moving on to ‘alice’) if they do not show you loyalty, why show it to them?”

Lance told him it’s more complicated than that.

“Times are changing. You can become someone great, and I have a feeling you WILL get the validation you deserve. You just need to choose who you’re loyal to wisely.” The words were heavy like the guy knows it’s not just about friends and rejection.

As they part to go their separate ways Lance almost forgot to ask his name and called out to the stranger.

White Hair gave a sparkling smile, “I am Lotor, your new Emperor, Lance. You should sign up to be a soldier, maybe I can pull a few strings.” He winked strutting away in style, quickly disappearing into the crowd. All of Lance’s happiness evaporated into tension. If not for the fact he hadn’t eaten that day he might throw up.

Lance doesn’t tell the team, he doesn’t wanna get called out on anything. The next time he boards red he thinks about loyalty, respect, and the fear that he had felt more appreciated by his supposed enemy in one Varga than he has in months with his team.

He thinks about home, the oceans, his family. He thinks about face masks and loyalty over fear.

Red sends some inquiring thoughts but Lance shakes it off, “it’s nothing red. Let’s just kick some Galra butt.” And if he’s keeping an eye out for a specific ship? It was totally to blow to pieces, and not check for its safety.

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UPDATE: 

there is now a SEQUEL!!! You can go look at it, here

noah fence, but harry telling you to look at him when you cum. your hands tangling up in his hair, legs trembling as you feel your whole body tensing up. the knot in your lower tummy tightens and your breathing picks up rapidly.


“go on, love. pull my fuckin’ hair.”


a groan leaves harry’s mouth when you give his hair a quick tug, and trying to push him more against you, grinding your core against his tongue, as it flicks and suckles on your clit.


“look at me.”


and when you go completely silent for a second, his eyes watch your every move. the way your upper body jolts. the way your eyes roll back as you bite down on your lip. the way your hair falls down your chest, the way your skin flushes at the quick works of harry’s tongue.


and when you’re slowly coming down from your high like a dainty feather, his lips curve up into a smile, and he starts planting soft kisses on your inner thighs.


“yeh look so pretty when yeh cum.”

the first thing they do in their new house is collapse on the couch, isak right on top of even. he’s well aware that his elbows are digging into even’s stomach, but even doesn’t seem to mind, with the way he’s grinning at isak like this is the only place he wants to be right now. isak understands the feeling. his nose is a little itchy from the dust that’s collected on the couch over the years - his dad had offered them an old one, and isak hates taking shit from his father, but couches are expensive, goddammit. he never knew how inconvenient furniture truly was until he had to purchase his own. in spite of that, in spite of the boxes that still have to be unpacked, in spite of the spotty heating that they really have to get fixed before they both freeze to death, there’s only one path ahead for isak valtersen, and it’s the boy lying beneath him.

isak rubs his nose against even’s, inhaling his scent. he’ll get to wake up to it every morning now, come home to it, and he’s never felt so rooted. “did you ever think that we’d get to this point?” he asks.

“yeah,” even says simply. “i knew from the first time we talked. or, well, i talked. you mostly just blushed.”

isak shoves at his chest. “you fucking liar.”

even chuckles, the deep sound reverberating in the empty room. there will be time to fill this space with their story, their memories. “i’m not. being with you felt right, even when i didn’t know anything about you. i didn’t have a concept of my own future until i met you.”

isak tangles his fingers through even’s hair. he’d spent at least thirty minutes styling it this morning, but isak doesn’t think he would mind isak messing it up now. he’s got no one to impress. isak would be totally gone for him either way. “i don’t really know what my future looks like, but i know you’re in it,” isak says, soft as a whisper.

even laces his fingers through isak’s. “well, you have me.”

Tutor Me? ReggiexReader! Part 1

Hey guys, so here is part 1 of my mini fic. So this part is probably pretty boring, but I wanted to just kinda set the story up! Pleaaaaase leave feedback in my ask and let me know if you want part 2 or if this part is just too shit. Thanks darls. 

PART 2 HERE.

PART 3 HERE.

EPILOGUE (SMUT) HERE.

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Club Fighting Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: isthecomet

Prompt: Maybe one where bill got into a fight in the club and you take care of his wounds

Warning: slightlg minor rape attempt if you squint

Originally posted by papatyasevenbirpapatya

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You huffed frustratedly as you looked at the two dresses in the mirror. Bill decided to have some fun and take you out to the local club to dance. You weren’t much into drinking or dancing but it was a night with Bill so you didn’t mind.

However the one part was that you couldn’t pick out the two dresses you were holding up. One was tight fitting and black with two crossing straps that showed off your cleavage as it went around the neck and the other was a beautiful shimmering mini dress that reminded you of an ocean had slits up the side.

You held the black one up to your body and examined yourself before doing the same with the other dress. You continuously switched between both but you couldn’t tell which one you should wear.

This was your first time going out to a club too—and you were 26.

Bill came in wearing black pants with a white graphic shirt and black blazer looking young yet elegant as always.

“You aren’t dressed yet?” He teased.

“I’m stuck between these two dresses.” You said revealing them to Bill.

He stepped closer and looked at them carefully before deciding, “I like the shimmery one. It matches your beautiful personality well.”

Bill pinched your chin and you blushed before leaving his grasp taking your dress into the bathroom. You fumbled with the zipper for a little bit but eventually you got the dress on.

You noticed it had a low scoop top in the front to reveal some of your cleavage and dipped down way low in the back. The sleeves went down to just above your elbow and you slipped on black converses and styled your hair into a braid style.

You put very light makeup on since you didn’t like to wear a lot of that gunk and stepped out to Bill who was sitting on the bed on his phone. When he heard the door squeak open though he turned to look and his jaw dropped.

You looked so beautiful to him, almost as beautiful as the first time he had talked to you. You walked towards him and Bill noticed that when you walked in the light the dress seemed to move like an ocean.

“Do I look okay?” You asked twirling around clumsily since you weren’t exactly a ballerina, much less graceful, but that’s what Bill loved about you.

“Bill?” You asked noticing him staring.

You tugged down at the bottom of the dress self consciously and Bill didn’t close his mouth until he nearly started drooling. He played it off by coughing once into his fist and wiping the drool off of his face with his blazer sleeve.

“Is it bad?” You asked softly.

“N-No not at all. In fact the complete opposite really.” Bill replied definitely eyeing the cut outs showing even more skin.

He reached out and pulled you towards him wrapping his arms around your hips. You blushed as he nuzzled against your stomach.

“Bill! I’m not pregnant!”

“I just love you so much.” He replied before standing up to kiss you tasting your vanilla flavored lip gloss.

“Now c'mon let’s go.” The man said taking your hand and leading you away.

“Let me grab my coat first!”


You arrived to the club and you couldn’t help but shift nervously. This was your first time ever going to a club. As soon as your feet stepped onto the cement you could feel the heavy beat coming from inside already.

Neon lights decorated the sides of the building showing off alcoholic drinks and the clubs name Neon Moon, which was the most highly exclusive club.

“Bill you got us into Neon Moon?” You asked your eyes wide.

“I may have pulled a few strings and got us in.” He replied.

“Thank you so much!” You said giving him a tight hug.

He smiled and kissed your head, “Your welcome baby. Now c'mon.”

Bill gave his keys to the valet before leading you past the line of people behind a velvet rope. Most of them squealed and fangirled loudly making your ears hurt as the gushed and swooned and screamed at their top of their shrill lungs.

You felt a little undressed noticing them all wearing their thousand dollar jewelry well you had on for jewelry was a black velvet choked and a coiled necklace with a star pendant. You weren’t much into the “bling-bling” since you didn’t want to be one of those high maintenance girls that go every week to get botox injected.

You felt self conscious when you noticed several of them were glaring flaming daggers towards you because you were his girlfriend. Bill distracted you though by taking your hand and helping to hurry you past the line.

At the front was a woman who looked like her daddy was a rich millionaire. She had a real diamond crown and bachelorette sash, enough diamond jewelry to weigh as much as a small sized dog, a short and very, VERY revealing diamond coated dress, fake orange tan, enough makeup to make your eyes water, and long ass fake nails that looked like they could gouge someone’s eyes out without trying.

How was she even able to stand on those 7 inch stilettos covered in, of course, diamonds. Bill payed no attention to her and walked up to the the burly guard who looked like he only ate raw steaks and protein shakes daily.

Just standing right outside the door you could feel the thudding even more. You could literally feel the music cause the bones in your feet to rumble with the heavy beat. The bodyguard nodded without Bill or you needing to say anything and unclipped the red velvet rope in front of the door.

Bill waved to his fangirls which caused them to squeal and shriek one last time before he lead you in. You walked down a short hallway before arriving to the actual club. As soon as you entered there was a metal railing in front with two curved stair cases on both sides around it.

Around the sides of the upper floor was tables lit with fluorescent lanterns for people who wanted to dine more than dance. If you went down the stairs you could arrive to the dance floor that was was full of people.

There was a bar on the left and a dj booth up front where a well known dj was playing the sick beats. You awed as you walked over to the railing looking at all the people. Bill grinned and took your hand from the railing leading you down into the dance floor.

Bill quickly joined in dancing and you looked around timidly before dancing along. Gradually you got into it and were laughing as you danced with Bill who was smiling because you were having fun.

You especially looked beautiful under the black lighting so the ocean dress looked more planet or a galaxy themed. Eventually Bill lead you over to the bar and you held your breath noticing the bar tender was smoking.

It was already hot and hard to breath as is but the choking smell of the burning cigarette made you want to run outside to at least get a gasp of air.

“How can I help you?” He yelled over the music blowing cigarette smoke in your direction which you waved away not caring if it was a rude gesture.

“I’ll have a shot of whiskey and the lady would like a Pineapple Sunrise.” Bill said.

He knew you too well. The bartender nodded and walked away allowing you to breath.

“You okay?” Bill asked over the music.

You nodded well pressing your hand to your chest, “Yeah just the cigarette smoke…”

“I understand.” He replied nodding.

The bartender returned with your drinks and you thanked him before taking a sip. You didn’t drink alcohol often so when you did you liked to get ones with barely any or else you’d be on the floor rolling around and giggling like last time.

After you finished your drinks you went back into the dance floor a little buzzed. Well you were dancing you noticed a man at the bar who kept staring at you. Judging by his expensive looking suit was a millionaire who came here often.

“Hey I’m gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Bill announced before walking off.

You nodded and joined in with a group of older woman who were loud and clearly intoxicated but clearly they did like you. You danced with them for a bit until you felt a hand grab your arm.

You quickly turned around expecting Bill only to see it was the man who’d been eyeing you for the past 15 minutes. You had to admit he was kind of handsome but not as handsome as Bill.

You felt sick noticing him seemingly trace your curves taking in your smooth legs and especially taking interest in how short your dress was. You tried to tug arm away but his grip was tight and he only squeezed harder.

“Let go!” You snapped finally ripping your arm away.

“Sorry baby, but you look mighty fine.” He commented running his hand down your neck.

You slapped him hard enough to cause a few people in the crowd to stare. He chuckled and only grinned, “I like the feisty ones.”

You squeaked as he suddenly pulled you to his chest and you could smell alcohol radiating off of him like week old trash. You gagged and tried to get away but he only grabbed your hand you were shoving his shoulder with and sloppily danced around like he was at a ballroom.

“Let me go!” You struggled before eventually kneeing him straight in the nuts.

“Ow! I love you.” He commented.

You looked around frantically for Bill or at least a bouncer but you couldn’t find anyone. He grinned and you slapped his hands away trying to walk off only for him to pull you back towards him.

“Get away from me you fucking pervert!” You spat.

You noticed Bill coming out of the restroom and frantically called for him which equally just as quickly got his attention. He saw you and noticed the man trying to pull you to his chest.

He stormed over and quickly shouted, “Hey dude what the hell do you think your doing?!”

The millionaire snorted at Bill and replied, “What do you think I’m doing? She’s a might fine bitch.”

You raised your fist about to punch him but Bill stopped you, “C'mon let’s go.”

“Your just gonna leave? Huh? Pussy!”

Bill continued to walk on with you until the man attacked and grabbed Bill by the shoulder before landing a heavy blow to his face. The crowd dispersed and you took a couple steps back yourself nearly tripping over your own feet.

The man grinned feeling victorious but Bill was from Sweden. He revealed his bruised cheek and bloody nose to the crowd before attacking the man as well making them awe as if this was from a movie.

You watched concerned as they fought mostly Bill just trying to protect himself. Eventually the man pushed Bill onto the bar and began to repeatedly punch him in the face. You knew you couldn’t be a bystander anymore.

“GET OFF OF HIM!” You screamed running over and ripped the man off of Bill throwing him onto the floor.

“Bill are you okay?” You asked concerned cupping his face.

His nose was definitely broken and his face was swollen and bruised in some places.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He grunted.

Before you could speak again the drunk man attacked you this time grabbing you by your hair and yanking you away from him and punched you in the face feeling the force itself. Despite how much pain you were feeling you stomped on his foot making him cry out and let you go.

He slapped you and you fell to the floor your cheek bleeding from his ring scratching against it. Bouncers finally arrived just as the man was about to attack you again and tackled him to the ground before man handling him outside.

You stumbled over to Bill and saw he was standing up just fine despite his face being covered in blood and bruises.

“You okay?” You asked again.

He nodded, “Yeah I just think we should head home now.”

“You might wanna wash off though.”

You lead Bill to the women’s bathroom and with a wet paper towel gently helped him clean all the blood off. His nose was thankfully not broken—at least not enough to notice but he did have a few noticeable scratches and bruises on his face.

“Do I still look handsome?” He asked.

“Even if your face gets smashed in you’ll still always be handsome.” You replied kissing his bruised cheek.

He chuckled softly you continued to wipe off the blood knowing when you went home you needed to clean his wounds more throughly.


You had driven the way home since you were sure Bill had a minor concussion and was very obviously in no condition to drive. You had just gotten a minor cut and a bloody nose with a bruised cheek but otherwise you were perfectly fine.

Not so much the same for Bill.

You had to lead him to the bathroom pulling out your first aid kit to address his wounds. You hummed as you carefully dabbed a cotton ball with disinfectant on a small cut on his cheek.

He hissed lightly and squinted but otherwise was mostly quiet which clearly concerned you. When you were bandaging his knuckles you finally asked, “Why are you so quiet?”

“What are you talking about?” Bill asked.

“You’ve been quiet for so long it’s concerning. Do you feel bad for leaving me?”

The man shifted and you could tell you had hit the nail on the head.

“You feel guilty for leaving me?” You repeated.

“Yeah…” He sighed.

After finishing bandaging his knuckles you gently kissed each one making him smile softly, “Why do you feel like your to blame?

"Because when I walked away that predator attacked and…ya know. I lost.”

“Trust me Bill you didn’t lose. Cuz you still got the girl.” You said kissing him on the lips.

He smiled and pulled you onto his lap making you giggle, “That is true.”

He leaned in for another kiss and you accepted. He reached for the back of your dress and you slapped his hands away, “Careful cowboy your already going to be feeling it in the morning.”

“Taking you out the club and seeing you dirty dancing in a sexy dress was so worth it though.”


“(Name) do we have anymore Advil?”

“Told ya you were going to feel your pain in the morning.”

“I didn’t think it’d hurt this bad!”

“Well it does and because you left me now you get to experience the karma.”

“What karma? I saved you.”

“You lost the fight. Well, partially lost.”

“I did it because I love you.”

“Don’t worry baby I love you too~ but we ain’t going out to another club for a while.”

“Ow. Agreed….”

Epilogue: Yaaaaaay I’m done with this request! I know I say this about all my requests but I like this one. I like all of them I’m sorry I can’t pick just one to like XD! Thanx for reading! :D!

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Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: enemies to lovers | explicit smut, fluff, angst

length: 20k

summary: nobody has ever succeeded at swooping you off your feet. that is until you become coach assistant for your college’s swim team and maybe then, you learn everybody deserves a chance at love.

a/n: i promise my next fic WONT be a college enemies to lovers au lmao its just so fun to do. i gotta thank @junghaze for being my beta reader and practically saving this fic from the dead i cant be more grateful


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