Hey doods! I’m Levi. I’m only ‘out’ online, but closeted to most everyone else. Happy Trans day of visibility, and don’t let not looking ‘masculine’ ever deter you from being who you really are. Ya’ll rock and I love you.^3^
Jin wouldn’t quiet get the whole tattoo thing. He never really had any desire to get one or understand the purpose. If you had some, though, he would think they’re pretty amazing. He’d like to look at them and poke at them. He would finally get it’s just another form of expression and have respect for them. “I think you have a special way of expressing yourself and I really really like it, baby~.
Yoongi wouldn’t mind if you did have tattoos or if you didn’t have them. He would just want you happy. If having tattoos and getting tattoos would make you happy, he’d be all for it. He would also like to look at them and listen to the stories on why you got them. "If they make you happy, I am too~.”
He wouldn’t make a big deal either way. Hobi would like to poke at them and make them move in silly ways when he got the chance. He would like to go when ever you got a new one so he can hold your hand and be there for you for something you found important. “I love your tattoos, jagi~. I can’t wait for your next one!!”
Namjoon would think they’re amazing. He would love the story behind all of them and just the idea of using your body to display art. He would like to look at them and just study them. He would tell you how nice they looked on you and he just loved them. “Your tattoos are so beautiful. Should I get some, too?”
Jimin wouldn’t say much about them. They aren’t really his thing. He likes more of the “girly” type, but once he realizes how much you loved them and how they told your story, he would love them. He would even suggest him drawing something for you to get tattooed on you. He’d just make so many things and show you. “How’s this one, babe? Do you want a tattoo of this one?”
Tae wouldn’t mind them much either~. He would just want you happy, and if tattoos made you happy, he would be super happy, too. He’d be excited when you said you were going to get a new one. “Can I come with!? What’s it gonna be this time!?” Tae would ask, sounding super excited.
He would really like them. Jungkook would draw things for you to get tattooed or just give you little ideas and suggestions. He’d love to listen to you talk about them
And just adore them so much. “I think they make you so cute, baby!!”
Negan let out a groan as I pulled back and looked at him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist. He held me close as we started to kiss again.
God, it was electrify. The way our lips moved with one and another. The way he taste, it just draw me in. Negan slide his tongue into my mouth, making me moan. He groan as he tighten his grip around me. I started caressing him as he lifted me off the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He broke the kiss, leaving me breathless. We kept our eyes on each other as he carried my to his bedroom. He stop when we got near his bed and he sat me back down on my feet.
“Negan.” I said, as I place my hands on his shoulders.
“Yeah doll?” Negan said, placing his hands under my shirt.
“I’m.. I’m a bit nervous.” I said, looking down.
“Hey.” Negan said, using one hand to gently rise my chin up to him. “It’s okay doll. If you fucken don’t want to, we won’t”
“No, it’s not that. I want to, I do. It’s just,..” I said, biting my lower lip. “It’s been awhile and I always feel… that I’m not doing it right, you know?”
“I’m sure you’ll be fucken great doll.” Negan said, smiling at me as he stroke his thumb a cross my chin. “If you want, I’ll fucken take the lead. Once you ready, just fucken take control. Alright?”
“Alright.” I said, smiling as I nodded my head.
‘Now let’s fucken take this off of you.” Negan said, as started to unbutton his shirt that I was wearing. “You fucken don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to see your body doll.” He ran his finger tips up my body and place his hands on my shoulder. He gently slide the shirt off my shoulders and I let it fall to the floor. “Fuck me.” He step back a bit, taking me in as he licked his lips. “You are absolute fucken gorgeous doll. So fucken gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” I said, blushing. “Your turn.”
“Alright.” Negan said, chuckling a bit as took off his shirt. “What do you fucken think doll?”
“I love it.” I said, running my hands up and down his chest and stomach. “I love your tattoos. I think they’re sexy.”
“I think your more fucken sexy.” Negan said, giving me a small kiss as he wrapped his around my waist again. “Anytime you feel uncomfortable or need to fucken stop, just tell me doll and I’ll stop.”
“Okay.” I said, as we lean into one and another. “Okay.”
We both close our eyes when our lips met again. The kiss started off slowing, but became more tense with each passing second. I started running my hands up and down his chest, then sliding them behind his back. Negan took a hold of my face with one had, deepening the kiss .
Negan let out a groan. “Your fucken lips doll.” Negan said, against my lips. “Taste so fucken sweet.” He started kissing my cheek and to my ear. “I fucken wonder.” He use his other hand to slide over my hip and down my thigh. “What else.” He brush against my clit with his fingers, making gasp. “Taste fucken sweet.” He took my lips again as he started rubbing my clit over my panties, making me moan. “I bet it taste really fucken sweet.”
“Won’t you find out?” I said, against his lips, making him groan.
“I fucken will doll, but first.” Negan said smiling at me. “I want to feel how wet this fucken pussy is for me.” He slide his fingers under my panties, making gasp again. “Oh yeah.” He slide two of his fingers into my, making me moan. “It’s really fucken wet for me.” He started moving his fingers in and out of me. “And fucken tight too.” He kiss me again, roughly this time. “Just the way I fucken like it.”
I started to moan more from the way his fingers move inside of me. Even more so because of how he was talking to me. I never had a man talk to me this way before, ever. His words, sweet and dominating, flatting and seductive. God, he makes me want him more and more with every word he says to me.
“I think I’ll have a little fucken taste now.” Negan said, sliding his fingers out of me and put them in his mouth. He pulled them out and smile at me. “Hmm, you fucken do taste sweet doll. Just like fucken candy” He picked me up and laid me on the bed as he crawled on top of me. “Want a fucken taste?”
Before I could answer, he kiss me and slide his tongue into my mouth. Another thing I never had a man do to me, having me taste myself. He broke the kiss, yet again leaving me breathless. He smile as he kiss down my chin and to my neck.
Negan kiss my neck a bit and pulled back, blowing on the wet skin. I shiver, making him chuckle a bit. He slide his hands behind my back as he kept kissing my neck. He unhook my bra and toss it aside as he moved down to my chest.
“Gorgeous.” Negan said, smiling as he grab my breast and teasing my nipples. I close my eyes and moan his name. “Oh someone fucken likes this. Now, what about this?” He started sucking on one of my nipples, then pulled back and blow on it. I moan louder as I grabbed his shoulders. “Yeah, you fucken like that too.”
“Negan.” I moan his name as he kept doing it over and over again. “Fuck.”
He chuckle a bit as he looked down at me. “I think that’s the first time I heard you fucken cuss doll.” Negan said, giving me a kiss. “I bet I know what would really make you fucken cuss.”
He slide his hands down the slide of my body as he kiss down my chest and stomach. Negan grabbed a hold of my panties and slide them off of me. I looked down at him as he put my legs on his shoulders. He looked up at me, watching me as he lean down and started tasting me.
“Fuck.” I said, leaning back and closing my eyes. “Fuck.”
Negan chuckle again. I moan as he slide his tongue up and down, making my shiver. The way he moved his tongue around, moving it up and down, in and out of me, it was too much. I already started to feel my body tense up and shake because of it. Then he slide two fingers in me, making my arch my back.
“Ready to fucken cum for me doll?” Negan said, looking up at me as I looked down at him. I nodded my head. “Good. Now, lay back and let me fucken take care of you.”
I nodded my head again and laid back on the bed. He started moving his tongue around my click and moving his fingers in and out of me. He started to move faster and faster. He pushed his fingers deep and hard into me, hitting my g-spot. I started tensing him as he kept his fingers deep and moved them around. I grabbed the sheets as my body started to shake from his touch.
“I’m cumming. Fuck. I’m cumming.” I said, arching my back as I came. “Negan. Fuck. Negan.”
I body felt like it was out of control. I tried to move away so I could relax, but Negan wasn’t having it. He moved his arm and wrapped it around my hips, keeping me in place. He started flicking on my clit as he started moving his fingers harder and faster out of me.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Fuck.” I said as I started to release again. “Fuck I’m cumming. I’m cumming again.”
I arch my back as I grabbed his hair and started pulling it. He slowing started going slow as my body started to calm down. I let go of his hair as he slide his fingers out of me. My legs drop off his shoulders as I tried to catch my breath.
Negan kiss up my body and looked down at me. He touch my face gently as smile down at me.
“Still fucken with me doll?” Negan said and I nodded “Good, thought I fucken broke you there for a second.”
I laugh as I smacked his shoulder. I put my hand behind his head, pulling him down to me. He brush his lips against mine, teasing me. I ran my other hand down his chest, his stomach and slip it in his pajama pants.
“Feel how fucken hard you got me?” Negan said, kissing my neck.
“Yeah.” I said, as I started stroking his head with my thumb, making him moan. “Someone likes this.” We both laugh a bit.
I move my other hand in his pants. I started moving my hand up and down his lengthen as the other one kept teasing his head. He groan into the side of my neck as I started moving my hands faster.
“Am I doing it right?” I said, being unsure.
“Yeah doll.” Negan said, moving his hips with my hands. “Fuck.” I started tighten my grip and moved faster, making him moan my name. “Fuck.” Then I pulled my hands out, making him sigh. “You fucken tease.” He grabbed one of my hands and shove it back in his pants. “Keep fucken going.” I started stroking him with one hand and started kissing his neck. I started moving my hand out and he grabbed it. “No you fucken don’t” He kept his hand on mine as I ran my other hand up and down his body. “Fuck, these pants got to go.”
He slide them off and props himself up on his forearms. Negan press his forehead against mine as started grinding up against me. I started moaning as I felt his dick slide up and down my wet folds.
“Time to fucken tease you doll.” Negan said said, taking my hand off of him. He started rubbing the head of his dick around my clit. “How you fucken like it doll?”
“I love it.” I said, moaning as I put my hands on his shoulders. “I need you Negan. I need you inside of me.”
“Fucken A.” Negan said leaning down and kissing me roughly. “Fuck.” He pulled back and look at me. “Raw or fucken condom doll? I’m fine either fucken way.”
“Condom.” I said, kissing him gently. “For now.”
“I’m fucken looking forward to that.” Negan said chuckling a bit as he sat up. He reach over to his night stand and started looking through it. “Let’s fucken hope I fucken have some left over from the ex.”
“You know your hoping you don’t.” I said, smiling at him.
“I fucken do.” Negan said, chuckling as he grabbed on out. “Sadly though, I fucken found one.”
“Poor baby.” I said, laughing a bit.
"Now I’ll have to go fucken rough now to teach you a lesson doll.” Negan said, winking as he put the condom on. He grabbed my legs as he crawled back on top of me. “Ready doll?”
“Ready.” I said, as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Go head.”
Negan lean down and kiss me gently as he slowing slide himself inside of me. I broke the kiss and moan as he push further inside. He wrapped his arms around me and I wrapped my arms around him. Our breathing got heavier as he finally settle deep inside of me.
“Fuck you still tight doll.” Negan said, kissing me gently as he moved his hips around. “Still feeling good doll?”
“Wonderful.” I said, smiling as I kiss him back. “Negan?”
“Yeah doll?” Negan said, smiling down at me.
“Make love to me.” I said and his smile got bigger.
“Don’t have to fucken tell me twice doll.” Negan said as he started moving. “I’ll make fucken love to you all night (y.n). All fucken night.”
He started moving in and out of me slowing as he kiss me. The way he moved, the way he kiss me, it felt so different from to me. It wasn’t just sex with him, like he said, it was more. I never felt this way before, not even…with Danny.
“Negan.” I moan his name as he caress my body and moved faster and harder. “O god.”
“Told you doll.” Negan said, pressing his forehead against mine. “It would be fucken different.”
“Yes. Yes.” I said as I got lost his touch. “Yes.”
It felt like we were rolling around in the sheets forever. He had me in almost every position there was. In every one, he would tell me how much he’s been wanting this, been wanting me. When I was on top, he just smile at me. Telling me I know how to move my hips just right. How he wanted more and more.
I just love how he went from being rough and dominated, to gentle and passionate. He knew how to keep cumming, keep me begging for more. He place my hands to the side of my head, sliding his hands up to my mine. Our hands entwine, locking with one and another.
Our bodies started to trembling as they started to tense up. We came together, moaning each other names. He kept in deep, rolling his hips, making our release last longer. After awhile, our bodies slowing started to relax as we try to catch out breath. He kiss me gently and slowing, taking it all in.
“Doll.” Negan said, against my lips. “You were fucken amazing.”
“You did all the work.” I said, smiling against my lips. “But thank you.”
“Welcome doll.” Negan said, sitting up and looking down at me. “I hate to fucken kill the moment doll, but I got to ask… what are we now?”
“I was going to ask you that.” I said, looking up at him. “What do you want to be?”
“Together.” Negan said, smiling at me. “I want us to fucken together.”
“Then we’re together.” I said, smiling back at him.
“Good.” Negan said, taking my hand and kissing my finger. “Because I fucken need you with me. I always need you with me.”
“I have to get the divorce papers tomorrow morning.” I said, as I touching his face gently. “It’s going to be hell for awhile, you sure you can handle it?”
“I can fucken handle doll. Only thing I can’t..” Negan said, touching my face. “Is not fucking having you with me.”
I started tearing up at his words, words I knew he actually met. He wasn’t going to back down, he wasn’t going to give up on us. He was willing to do anything to keep us going, even if that means dealing with Danny.
“I need to find a place tomorrow too. Since he own the house when we first met.” I said, letting out a sigh.
“You can always fucken move in with me doll.” Negan said and a rise my eyebrow at him. “I know, I know, your fucken thinking too soon.There is a fucken apartment opening up down from mine in a couple of months. I’m sure I can get the landlord to let you fucken move in there, since we’re friends. You can stay with me till then or if you fucken change your mind you can just stay here. Sound good?”
“Yeah,sounds good.” I said, nodding my head.
“We’ll start moving your stuff out slowing. That way that fucker won’t find out and give you fucken shit. When everything is fucken out, give him the fucken papers.” Negan said, finally moving off of me. “We’ll figure the rest of this fucken shit out tomorrow. Let’s get some sleep doll.”
“Okay.” I said as we started getting ready for bed.
I curl up to him and lay my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. He started running his hands through my hair, making my eyes get heavy. I just listen to the sound of his breathing and his heartbeat. I slowing started to fall asleep, when I heard him whisper…
Our bodies are like a canvas; we use tattoos as portraits to tell stories. They are symbolic of the important moments that have occurred throughout our lives, as well as dedications to those we love. Tattoos are also a way to express ourselves and show the world a little insight into who we are.
The room was faintly dark, only the misty light of the moon illuminating through the small crease between the curtains which met halfway across the window, provided a dim but still visible outline of the bedroom.
It was nearing three o'clock in the morning and Justin laid wide awake on his back, the white silk sheets covering his lower body. He turned his head towards the window and stared off into the gloomy night sky, his fingertips scratching at his bare chest.
Reminiscing the events of complete and utter love and passion that had occurred only a few hours ago, his lips curled into a smile. Justin then turned his head away from the window and gazed at the woman laying next to him; her bare back was exposed and visible to his eyes, giving him a perfect view of the tattoo on her right shoulder blade.
The inked portrait of birds flying across her skin that represented, as (Your Name) put it, an emblem of freedom and hope, became the focal point to Justin’s field of vision. Its design was so simple and had a rather basic meaning, but if you were to ask Justin, it was an admirable work of art.
With his face aglow with such infatuation in how breathtaking (Your Name) looked, Justin’s eyes moved to the middle of her back. The silk comforter rested on her unclothed hip; his eyes gazed upon the artwork on her upper back, directly between her shoulder blades.
The drawn representation of the heads of both a stag and a doe, bound together to form the shape of a heart was (Your Name)’s dedication to her parents, her father’s name written around the male deer and her mother’s name around the female.
Justin smiled, the memory of (Your Name) telling him how special it was to her entered his mind. Her parents were her heart and soul and family was something that she valued more than anything in the world, this was one of her many qualities that made Justin fall deeply in love with her.
Slowly inching his body closer to her, Justin carefully draped his arm over (Your Name)’s naked waist. Her body heat immediately penetrated against his chest, sending goosebumps up his arms. He lightly pressed his lips against her shoulder, leaving gentle, feather-like kisses along the bird tattoo that had been permanently painted into her skin.
(Your Name)’s tattoos were one of the many things Justin loved about her. She didn’t have nearly as many as him, but the ones she had, in his mind were portraits of beauty; each one had a special meaning or a story behind them.
They somehow expressed a different part about her and what kind of person she is; her compassion and innocence, as well as her strong love for other people.
Carefully removing his arm from around (Your Name)’s waist, Justin began brushing the tips of his fingers along the surface of her skin. He gently traced the outline of the tattoo on her shoulder blade with the padding of his thumb.
Surprisingly, Justin’s tender and loving touch never once disturbed (Your Name) from her slumber. Her breathing remained at a steady rhythm, inhaling and exhaling alternately through her mouth and nose.
Justin cautiously glanced over (Your Name)’s shoulder, catching a glimpse of her face. Her facial features glistened under the dim moonlight peeking in through the window. Her eyelids twitched occasionally as if her eyes were wandering within a dream.
Admiring her sleeping figure, Justin’s eyes narrowed in on the small ‘J’ initial branded into (Your Name)’s neck, just behind her ear; a symbol to show her devoted love and loyalty to him and a little reminder that her heart will forever belong to only him just as his belongs to her and no one else.
“So beautiful,” Justin whispered, trying to be as quiet as possible so he wouldn’t wake her. While leaving little-peppered kisses along her neck and shoulder, he suddenly felt (Your Name)’s body stir beside him.
Supporting his weight on his elbow, he glimpsed over (Your Name)’s shoulder again and smiled as he watched her eyes slowly flutter open. A weary groan escaped her lips as she rubbed her eyes. Turning her head slightly to the right, she looked up to see Justin’s hazel orbs staring down at her.
“Hi,” she whispered. Her voice was so quiet and mellow from the fatigue; the look of exhaustion and innocence on her face tugged at Justin’s heart strings. He smiled at her and gently brushed away the loose strands of hair that had fallen in front of her face, tucking them behind her ear. “Hey, baby girl,” he spoke in a gravelly voice.
“How long have you been awake?” (Your Name) asked before letting a yawn slip between her lips. She then turned her body so she was now laying on her back, she held the duvet tightly against her bare chest.
Justin’s heart ached for her; despite being completely exhausted and struggling to keep her eyes open, she still wondered why he was awake at such a late hour.
“Long enough to know that you’re extremely beautiful when you’re asleep,” Justin said with a smirk, lowering his head and pressing his lips against (Your Name)’s forehead. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as she giggled at his flirtatious reply.
Stretching her arm out, (Your Name)’s hand cupped the base of Justin’s neck. Gently playing with the ends of his hair with the tips of her fingers, she pulled his head downwards and pressed her lips against his.
Swallowing his breath, Justin’s muscles suddenly felt at ease. A warm vibration rushed through his body, from the top of his head, all the way down to his feet; a familiar feeling that he adored and had become so natural to him every time he kissed her.
A soft moan escaped Justin’s lips as he pressed them further against (Your Name)’s. His hand grasped her waist, digging his fingertips into her hip.
After a brief yet intimate moment which Justin wished would never end, he felt their lips slowly depart, the taste of her raspberry gloss lingering behind.
“Try to get some sleep, baby,” (Your Name) whispered while brushing the padding of her thumb along the skin underneath Justin’s eye. She quickly gave his lips one final, gentle peck before turning her body onto her side, still holding the blanket tightly to her chest.
Justin wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and held her tightly to his chest; the tattoos on her back and shoulder blade were once again visible to his eyes.
Without hesitation, he pressed his lips against (Your Name)’s warm flesh, letting them caress the painted masterpieces on her body. He smirked when he heard a faint chuckle come from (Your Name). “What are you doing?” she asked. The feeling of his lips moving along her skin sent a shiver up her spine.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your tattoos?” Justin mumbled against the skin on her shoulder before slowly moving across her back. (Your Name) smiled as her face began to feel warm, a sign that she was blushing. Again.
“You might have mentioned it before,” she giggled, knowing in her mind for a fact that he had made many compliments before on how much he loved them.
She never really understood why he adored them so much; they were pretty simple and not very original, as almost everyone who has a tattoo, have one dedicated to someone they love or a representation of hope or peace, or something similar.
“Do you really like them?” (Your Name) asked innocently, her hand reached down and grabbed onto Justin’s bicep as his arm tightened around her waist.
“They’re so beautiful,” he said and kissed her shoulder once more. “Just like you.” His lips then moved up to her neck, leaving feathery kisses behind her ear. “I especially love this one,” he whispered and kissed the 'J’ initial on her neck.
(Your Name) smiled and closed her eyes, letting the warm and gentle touch of his hands and lips send her to sleep.
“I love you, so much,” she whispered as she slowly drifted off into a deep slumber. Justin laid his head against the pillow, nuzzling his face into (Your Name)’s luscious hair that was sprawled out behind her.
“I love you, I love all of you,” he whispered before shutting his eyes and letting his whole body relax while still holding onto his most prized possession, slowly drifting off into darkness.
The End ♡
Hello, loves. I’ve been editing my imagines and I’ll be reuploading them over the next few days, I’ll try to have at least one up each day. In the meantime, if you have any ideas for new imagines, feel free to send them anytime. More imagines coming soon, I promise 💕
Exo When their S/O has a tattoo and they try to hide it
Junmyeon definitely strikes me as the traditional type. Here’s the thing, though, he’s practically lived his whole life surrounded by people with tattoos of both genders. At this point, he’s use to it by now. So when he discovers that you also have a tattoo, he might be initially surprised by it, but it isn’t going to change the way he thinks about you. In fact, I feel like Junmyeon would be the type to really enjoy and marvel at the super colorful and aesthetically pleasing tattoos, bonus points if it’s watercolor! There’s just something super artistic about it that he would think it only enhances your beauty. Junmyeon will wonder why you were so adamantly trying to keep it from him, but once you explain it was because you knew Korean society wasn’t too hot on them, he’d tell you not to pay any attention to their standards. “Jagiyah, you’re dating me, not the whole of Korea. I happen to really like your tattoo. I’ll even go with you if you want to get another one. Honestly, you’re beautiful no matter what.”
KINK ALERT! KINK ALERT! I don’t know why, but Minseok strikes me as someone who has a tattoo kink. Like maybe not a super hardcore one, but enough to where it’s definitely a turn on. You’ll stretch your arms over your head casually after a long movie marathon, your shirt riding up enough to expose the colorful tattoo resting on the inside of your hip. BAM! Minseok would be transfixed! He’ll ask you when you got it and all the subsequent questions that go along with such a discovery. Don’t worry too much if he seems lost in that beautiful head of his or if his eyes kind of glaze over, he’s just playing though some fantasies, he’ll be back. Your tattoo will become his new favorite part of your body. He’ll flower bruises all around it, kiss it, nip at it, trace it (fingers, tongue–whatever he’s feeling at the time tbh), etc. It’s in such a place that he doesn’t have to worry about it being found by anyone else, but dear lord, please do not make the mistake of showing it off to anyone else (even by accident). That is for his eyes only and he’ll make sure you know. “Jagi, you were trying to hide this from me? But I love your tattoo! Do I need to show you how much?”
This muffin seems like he might be more on the traditional side, but honestly, Yixing will love his s/o no matter what. I think it will be super surprising for him. He wasn’t expecting to catch a glimpse of anything on your shoulder, but there it was as clear as day. It will definitely take a moment to register what exactly it is his eyes are seeing, down to that adorable ‘o’ face he’s so famous for, but the second you go to pull on a sweater or cover it up with your hands, this guy will be swatting your hands out of the way so he can have a closer look. He’ll ask questions about it, curiosity being a given, but Yixing is an absolute sweetheart, so more than anything he’ll want to know if it had been a painful experience. To him that’s all that matters. He just wants you to be safe and sound, so the prospect of you going through something so seemingly painful (even if it was by choice) would startle him. If you said you were planning on getting more, his reaction would probably mirror panic. “What? You want more? How many? No, no, of course I don’t mind, Baobei, but it hurts, right? Are you sure it’s something you really want to do?”
I fell in love with you, The way People did back in the 40’s.
Little by little Then All at once Then Everything Else just Became Lovable.
I fell in love with your smile, As it Lit up the road as we drove from Point A to Point B.
I fell in love with your laugh, because it echos across the world and comes right back to me.
I fell in love with the way you grip the steering wheel, as you get nervous driving on the highway.
I fell in love with the way you look at me and As you look back at the road I can hear your thoughts about me.
I fell in love with your fingertips running across my forehead brushing my hair out of my face.
I fell in love with the way you say my name, and as much as I hate my name you make me love it so much.
I fell in love with the way you stare at me and tell me how amazed you are that you found me.
I fell in love with the way you have to fall asleep touching a part of me, Even if its just your finger tip on my side.
I fell in love with the way you chase the light in my eyes.
I fell in love with your eyes, and how they say so much.
I fell in love with your lips and how they look and feel like home.
I fell in love with your hugs and how I can feel and see the future with you.
I fell in love with the way you tell me everything.
I fell in love with your sailor mouth, and how you laugh when I curse.
I fell in love with how I can talk about work and you actually respond in a way that no guy has ever.
I fell in love with your tattoo, because it show that you just don’t care what people say.
I fell in love with the way you amaze me everyday, with all the support you give me.
I fell in love with your hair, and how it sticks up in the back.
I fell in love with your perfect smile and how you raise your eyebrows at me, and call me crazy.
I fell in love with the way you only slept an hour with me that night we first held each other.
I fell in love with your ability to love me even when I’m stupid and trying to tell you're completely wrong even though I know you’re right.
I fell in love with your funny birthmarks.
I fell in love with your ridiculous thoughts when you’re deprived from sleep.
I fell in love with your arms and how they wrap around my body perfectly.
I fell in love with the way you look at me like I’m the entire universe to you.
I fell in love with your funny tickle spots, and how you laugh at everything I say.
I fell in love with the way you always ask if I’m okay, or if I’m sick.
I fell in love with the way you kiss me and how each and every time you make me feel like I’m flying.
I fell in love with the way you beat on the steering wheel like it’s a drum when you’re listening to hardcore music, and how you try to do the deep scream or growls.
I fell in love with the you kiss or rub my forehead or the back of my hand randomly or any bone that hurts.
I fell in love with you, The way you fell in love with me.
As soon as I met you I just knew..
Hell this is my second ever imagine I have written on this blog and I am thankful for the notes I received on my first post, as always feel free to drop some requests in my inbox and I will try to get round to doing them as soon as possible.
I was in a very sappy mood so I decided that I was going to write some emotional stuff about Josh being insecure about his looks as well as comparing himself to Tyler.
I want you to know that everyone reading this out there is beautiful even if people tell you any different (Including yourself) Trust me you pretty and beautiful every single day. If you ever want someone to speak to feel free to send me a message. :)
Triggers: Josh talks about body parts he dislikes such as, hair, eyes, chest, tattoos, and height. If any of the things above trigger you please be careful, however they are only brief mentions and don't go into any detail.
I have alway been slightly an anxious person throughout my life, whether that means hiding behind my powerful drum kit and letting Tyler be the main attraction during concerts or breaking into a small sweat when I order at a restaurant scared that I will mess up a simple order. However I thought that the one thing that I was able to control really well was the amount of negative comments me and Tyler often receive, I tend to just block them out because I know how many positive comments we get back from our fans, but something is different.
As I sit on the cold sheets at the very edge of the bed that me and my girlfriend (Y/N) share I can’t help but hear all these pessimistic words flood into my ears. I am sitting shirtless with only a pair of basketball shorts laying low on my hips, my elbows creating red marks on my thighs from where I had been leaning on my hands for a period of time. I didn’t know where this ongoing battle in my brain was leading to but instantaneously, I couldn’t handle in any more and the tears cascaded down my cheeks all at once as if every hurtful, mean and spiteful comment I have ever read suddenly turned to a pool of tears I was slowly creating on the crisp clean bed sheets, I have no idea what has come over me but I don’t feel this flood of emotions starting to slow down anytime soon. I suddenly remembered that (Y/N) is downstairs and that I should quieten down, the last thing I want to do is worry her about my stupid problems. I quickly jump up off the bed and rush over to the large mirror that was on the wall above a chest of drawers and stared into it
She doesn't love you
She doesn't really want to be with you
Did you actually think that someone like (Y/N) would actually want to date someone like you.
Everyone likes Tyler more than you
Tyler is the attractive one
All you do is play the drums, Tyler does so much more and you just sit there
I look in the mirror that was in front of me, I stare into my dark brown eyes, brown boring old brown, I look at my bubblegum pink hair, its horrible, not even a natural colour. I continue to pinpoint different things on my body, my tattoos, my chest, my height and the list goes on.
“Josh are you alright? You have been in their a while now” I hear (Y/N) call from outside the door, with concern laced in her voice. I look once again into the glass mirror and rub the salty tears from my eyes trying my hardest to rid any evidence that I had been crying.
“Yes I’m fine, I will be out in a second” I reply unconvincingly because my voice broke halfway through.
“Josh, I know you’re upset please can I come in?” (Y/N) asks, (Y/N) wasnt stupid she knew when I was upset I don’t even know why I tried to hide it from her because I knew that she would just find out anyway. She was also stubborn so no matter how many times I tell her I am fine she wont stop pestering me to make sure that I really am alright.
I dont respond in the fear that my voice won’t be able to support me, I walk back over and sit on the bed like I was previously. (Y/N) pokes her head from around the door and sees me with my head in my hands trying with all that is left in me to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill.
“Oh Josh” (Y/N) exclaims sadly, putting her small her to her mouth and rushes over to comfort me.
I feel her protective arms wrap around my shoulders, I respond automatically by turning to her and burying my head into her soft sweet smelling hair, I continue to cry into her shoulder for another few minutes until I am settled enough to talk.
I explain to (Y/N) about all the emotions I have been experiencing and that I felt like people like Tyler more than me because he sings as well as play other instruments. I continue to speak to ashamed to look up at her softened glance. But when I finally do I notice she is also crying, however she speedily wipes the tears away not wanting to show her emotions on the situation.
“Josh, I can only understand that you being in a famous that at times it is going to get overwhelming for you, having all these amazing fans look up to you, admire you. However I know that you and Tyler are going to get your share of negative comments, but honestly that is because they are jealous, they are jealous that they can’t play the drums, they are jealous that it isn’t them on stage surrounded by thousands of people who love them, they are jealous that they can’t tour with their best friend, fuck that the people who say these low life comments proably don’t have a best friend.” (Y/N) takes a sharp intake of breath and swallows hard.
“I’m not finished” She cuts me off and I stay silent looking at her from the side, at this angle I can see how the low moonlight reflects beautifully off of her glistening eyes. She truly is beautiful.
“Do you know how upset it makes me when you say all these untrue negative things about yourself, Josh you are beautiful, personality wise and appearance wise, I love your chocolate brown eyes, because I love the way that they widen when you hear something funny, I love your pink hair because it suits your personality and I love the way that it sticks to your forehead when you play the drums.”
I cant stop grinning, I didnt realise that she picked up on all these small details about me.
“I love the your tattoos they look amazing, I love that when you are asleep next to me I trace over them softly not to wake you, I love your body all of it I love your toned chest and the way that your back glistens with sweat you have been playing the drums for a while. I love how tall you are you may not be the tallest but you don’t need to be any taller because your height is the perfect height for me to do this”
(Y/N) then gives me a quick and small peck on the lips, I grin widely.
“I love you Josh alot, and so do thousands if not millions of fans out there.” She finishes and tightens her grip around me. I sit in shock I didnt realise I did all of those things myself so I was surprised when (Y/N) picked up on them.
“Wow, I don’t know what to say, I mean how did you notice all these things about me?” I question a smirk appearing on my face. I see (Y/N) duck her head down as a red blush forms on her cheeks.
“I dont know I just, notice” She replies, I chuckle deeply.
“I love you (Y/N) and I’m sorry, I’m sorry for upsetting you”
“Josh it’s alright really, as long as you are feeling better then I am ok to. I love you” She says with a genuine smile on her lips.
We both sit there in silence for a minute just taking in each others company. (Y/N) stands up suddenly and stretched her arm out towards me, encouraging me to take her hand.
“C’mon, lets go watch a film and cuddle on the sofa for a bit” She suggests, I grin
I'm sure you get this a lot but regardless I love your tattoos, I've been considering getting a few myself honestly I just don't have the money for it at the moment. If you don't mind me asking, what's the one on your right wrist/forearm? It's kind of hard to see in that Mei hair pic due to the angle and I'm curious because it looks neat!
No worries, I’m a loser and I like showing off my tattoos. They’re awful.
The right wrist is Billy’s gauntlet from Adventure Time
And the left is Garnet’s gauntlet from Steven Universe
I am an angry person and my rage must be represented through cartoon weaponry.
Hey, I really really love your glowing tattoo set, especially your Keith one, and I was wondering if it would be ok for me to use it as a basis to make a full tattoo piece. I recently found out how to make temp tattoos using nylon and marker, and I really want to try it with yours. (Potential cosplay of older Keith with said tattoo is something I've been contemplating). Thank you!
Hi! I'm not so good in English but.... I choose this tattoo because klaine is an important part of me and Chris and Darren too. I needed to tattoo it in me some way. They're part of my life and I'll always support them. I've chosen not to be a "standard" fan, I've chosen to be a fan who do research before talk about something. I'm with them, even when I'm not ok about some of their choices, but is their life. My tattoo reflect the fact that I'm with them (and about klaine, obviously)
Thank you @najincolfer-criss for the first submission to add some sunshine and light to our fandom. There are no words to express how much I love your tattoo. And truly my favorite 4+ minutes of TV was the Klaine Proposal:
I think that my soul knew something that my body and my mind didn’t know yet. It knew that our hands were meant to hold each other, fearlessly and forever. Which is why it’s never really felt like I’ve been getting to know you. It’s always felt like I was remembering you from something.
This proposal truly was a gift to the Klaine fandom.
But I think we here in CC land can take the phrase “Fearlessly and Forever” and apply it to Darren and Chris. I know it is so easy to get caught up in the minutia, the day to day. We get mad and frustrated and angry. We aren’t afraid to let it be known when we don’t agree with an action or stunt.
And I think its easy to forget something that is so vital and important.
Darren and Chris have chosen to be with each other, despite their adversaries, which are many. Despite what they have been advised. Despite the games that have been played with their lives. Despite the people who surround them.
And I think that is brave. I think that is fearless. Maybe not in a traditional sense. Of course there is fear in the every day. There is fear of what may happen. There is fear of reactions. there is fear of rejection.
But they are absolutely sure of their love. They are standing together fearlessly and forever. And no one, no matter how hard they try, is going to tear them down. And I think that is extraordinary.
And that is why we are here, supporting them, standing by them, and seeing them through this until the end.
When a couple goes from not being able to keep their hands off of each other to barely touching each other, it usually means something is up.
Which is why Joe was concerned.
He and Jack hadn’t been together that long, although the flirting had occurred months prior to when they finally hooked up. And in the beginning, Joe and Jack couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. The boys had even expressed frustration, because whenever they were all hanging out, Joe and Jack got lost in their own little world, and well, it usually ended in them being kicked into another room.
But lately, Joe noticed that Jack hadn’t been as touchy feely with him. There were times where he would even flinch away from Joe’s touch.
And that wasn’t right.
So Joe backed off a little, giving Jack some space, trying to figure out what the hell was going on with his boyfriend.
Maybe it was just him? But then, Joe watched as Jack, who was usually touchy with all of the boys, kept his hands to himself. He watched as Jack would flinch away from the boys when they would jokingly pull at his shirt, or make little comments.
There was nothing different about how they acted or joked, except for Jack.
He was different.
And Joe didn’t like it.
It was time to get Jack to talk to him.
Deciding it would be easier to do at his flat, Joe invited Jack over one night, something that was normal for them. But the younger man was hesitant and unsure about staying, claiming he had an early meeting the next day.
Which Joe knew for a fact that he did not. After some convincing, he managed to get Jack to come over.
Just the two of them.
It would be perfect, they could talk, get Jack’s problem dealt with, and then they could spend the rest of the night making up for all those days they had missed.
Because Joe really missed Jack’s kisses, and his touch, and the way he made him feel. It was addicting. And Joe needed his fix.
Today I ran into the cutest dog. He was sitting on a bench in Madison Square Park, with a small shaved body with a large fluffy afro head. As I walked past my meet the dog’s eyes I knew I needed a photo.
I paused thinking to pull out my phone and take a guilty photograph but felt like I should ask the owner. I asked, and the owner said he “I can’t make it a block without people asking to take a photo. Go ahead”
I sat for a minute taking my one photo as the owner, a rather slim older well kept gay man told me of the breed. “You see he’s Cuban, he a pure breed but they have three different hair types” he continued to tell me of silky hair versus the other hair of the breeds of the dog. I took in the knowledge watching the afro bounce as the dog briefly hoped off the bench to greet me and returned to his perch.
As I was getting ready to leave he said “I love your tattoo is it Japanese” I nodded a no, and greeted my reaction with a small sigh “I meet a "lesbian” girl last summer in the park, with a lovely apple blossom tattoo running down her arm.“
He paused from talking to illustrate the tattoo by run his finger from the top of his arm down to his hand. I stood watched thinking to myself "I pretty sure he meant cherry” but I didn’t say a word as he returned to his story “She got it in Tokyo, it was utterly fantastic. But after getting the tattoo, she went back later and added different breeds of finches on the branch” As he said this he pointed to different places on his arm as if to say one two three or more imaginary birds that he recalled from his memory of the arm.
“I loved it so much,” He said with a tone of excitement “I just wanted to chop off her arm and take it home and keep it behind glass” He laughed once more “Oh that is just so John Waters!” I paused and lightly laughed in return motioning to leave, but my ears prevented me from taking a single step forward. “You’d need the the mustache to be like John Waters”
He raised his eyebrow slightly “Oh I don’t need a mustache to be like John Water” Smiling back at me with a grin “Besides I’m more Divine darling.”
I walked away smiling back as he waved him and his afro dog.