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Haikyuu Band Au

• Kuroo, Kenma, Tsukishima, and Hinata are in a pop punk band together. 

• Hinata is the lead singer, Kuroo is on drums, Kenma on bass guitar, and Kei is lead guitar and backup vocals. 

• Bokuto, Akaashi, Iwaizumi, and Ushijima have a heavy metal band. 

• Bokuto is on drums, Akaashi is the lead singer, Iwaizumi is the bassist, and Ushijima is the lead guitarist. 

• Yamaguchi, Daichi, Nishinoya, and Asahi sometimes collab to make  digital/electronic music used for stoner raves. Mostly remixes, but some original club music. They’re internet famous but they mostly try to keep anonymous.

• Matsukawa and Hanamaki are amateur rappers with a joint YouTube account. 

• Oikawa, Kageyama, and Sugawara are in a boy band. 

• Each has a specific personality type that makes them more appealing to their fans.

• Oikawa is the super ~~charming~~ and flirtatious one. He likes to play around with the fans a lot, especially when performing, like going down to the edge of the stage to grab their hands or take pictures with them or give them kisses on their hands (though he has to generally be pulled back by the other two before he’s mauled; you can hear Kags call him a complete dumbass, even if he moved his mic away some). Sometimes during music breaks, he likes to pose around to give his fans a chance at some choice pics. Sometimes he gets a bit “frisky” with the microphone stand to rile the girls in the front up or strip layers of his sparkly clothes off.

• Kageyama is the “tall, dark, and handsome” one of the group. He’s kinda seen as a bad boy, of sorts. Maybe even a sad, broody type. His voice is gentle and melodic so he mainly sings the love songs. One time, he brought a fan up on stage and sang happy birthday to her. He lost his favorite lip ring that night. She had to be escorted out of the arena and he had to be carried away with a towel over his face.

• Sugawara is the funny, playful, and fashionable one of the three. And quite honestly the most sensible. He knows to play and interact with his fans to keep them interested, but he also knows that they’re like feeding piranhas and to keep his distance. He’s usually the one to answer fan messages on their joined social media sites or posts about upcoming tour dates and changes to schedules. He has the pretty/innocent boy complex about him. He also has the most male fans!

• Kiyoko and Yachi as idols. Kiyoko influenced Yachi to join her, despite her being nervous (Yachi has the sweetest voice ever and can hit some serious high notes) and helped her push past it and made her discover how much she loved performing. The screams from the audience make her feel more confident. 

•Kiyoko is the gorgeous, sexy one and is super social because of how popular she is. She is effortlessly talented, but she doesn’t rely on her natural ability. Yachi admires how hardworking she is and that is one of the main reasons she joined Kiyoko in the first place.

•A lot of fans ship Kiyoyachi ;)

• Kuroo and Bokuto have completely opposite musical visions. Kuroo is into alternative, scene kid, pop punk, “get out of this town” fun music and Bokuto likes classic rock and heavy metal, especially old British bands like Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, and Metallica. Because of their varying artistic visions they clash… a lot. And their fans eat this shit up. They start off with a lowkey rivalry that turns into social media wars (tagging each other in shit posts about the other’s band), then they move to actual verbal arguments, until it escalates even more.

• Kuroo (about Bo’s band): “this shit isn’t even music, he’s just gutturally roaring in a microphone and smashing his head on a table” 

• Bokuto (about Kuroo’s band): “lol look at these fucking pussies. their music is about as real as those clip-on piercings”. 

• Their war escalated to an on-stage fight. It started out with a typical concert. Bokuto was ending a song and taking a quick break to get some water and ask the fans if they want one more song. Then Kuroo struts out with a microphone and says “to the dumbass owl who talked pure shit all last week behind his twitter handle, Bokuto what’s good son?!” They end the entire performance with a fist fight, which involves security separating them and sending everyone home. Right before they get all cleaned up (and stitched, in Kuroo’s case - right above his left eye), they take a picture together and laugh it off. It’s posted on Bokuto’s instagram with the caption “homie for life tho. #Tetsubro” 

• Oikawa’s group gets involved with them too because their label wants them to take on more of a bad boy persona; Oikawa gets distracted by Hajime’s arms though and they’re both annoyed that Ushijima falls for him.

• Sugawara, Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, and Daichi all sit back and watch the chaos unfold. 

• Yamaguchi supplies the drugs and they pass it around. Tadashi and Kei shotgun it.

• Daichi barks out for Tsukishima to cut it out and save that shit for the hotel, to which Kei replies with a middle finger behind Tadashi’s head. 

• Kageyama and Hinata figure out that their voices sound angelic together. 

•Kenma convincing Kei to dye his hair with him. Kenma goes with soft pink hair and Tsukishima with punk-blue tips. Suga and Oikawa get matching mint highlights. Nishinoya changes the color of his fringe.

• Tsukishima has lots of piercings. Literally everywhere. Tongue, nipples, lip, hips, ears, and bridge. Hinata has piercings all up one of his ears. Kageyama has a lip ring. Bokuto has an eyebrow ring. Kuroo has a little stud in his nose. Akaashi has a bellybutton piercing, as well as a tongue ring.

• His fans found out about his nipple rings, because Kenma is a literal troll. He loves pranking the others cause they’re so easy. He especially loves messing with Kei and riling him up. He just makes it so easy! He managed to catch a picture of Kei coming out of the shower and zoomed in hella close and posted it to his insta, with the caption “nice nipple rods bro #whysocoldlmao” and RIP Kei.

• Akaashi likes to torture his fans and take pics with Kenma (close friends, sometimes have been known to collab on softer songs together) with his tongue always out to show off the new tongue piercings he buys. 

• Kuroo has a dick piercing. enough said.

– Punk and Pastel

Anastasia!Klance AU: Chapter 2

Read the Prologue here!

Keith and Pidge made their way down into St. Petersburg where their first destination was the train station.

Keith approached the ticket booth and spoke to the surly man inside.

“Two tickets to Paris.”

The man barely even glanced up from his newspaper. The headline on the front read, “Prince Kityl still alive?”

“Exit visa.”

“Uhhhh,” Keith glanced down at Pidge who only shrugged their shoulders.

The man rolled his eyes and stood up from his chair.

“No exit visa, no ticket!” And with that he slammed his booth close.

Keith stepped back and huffed, looking like he was about to bang on the man’s closed booth when Pidge pulled on his sleeve.

“C’mon man, it’s not worth it.”

Pidge was still struggling with the angry man when an old lady approached the two.

“Pssst,” she whispered, trying to get their attention. “See Lance and Hunk they can help you.”

Keith stopped and bent down to whisper at the old lady.

“Where can we find them?”

She peered around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then whispered, “At the old palace. But you didn’t hear it from me.” She dropped one saggy eye slowly into a wink.

Keith straightened up and looked at Pidge. They nodded and said, “Seems like it’s worth a shot.”

Keith nodded. 

“I just hope this Lance knows what he’s doing.”


“Uh… Thank you, thank you. Next please.”

Lance and Hunk’s faces were both frozen into grimaces. All the auditions so far had been awful, and they just seemed to get worse as the night progressed. Lance glanced at his sheet as he scribbled out the name of the last participant. The next one up was named Sendak.

Sendak, who bore an awful resemblance to a woman, came in clad in a fur coat, a cigarette poised in his fingertips. Once he reached the center of the stage, he dropped the coat to the floor exposing his skin-tight suit beneath.

“Dear cousin,” he drawled. “It is I, Kityl!”

Lance’s mouth dropped open and Hunk just simply slammed his head onto the table. Lance very slowly drew his pencil through Sendak’s name.


Lance was locking the door to the theater as Hunk ranted behind him.

“That’s it! Game over! Our last kopeck gone for this rat-infested theater and still no one to pretend to be Kitly!”

Lance turned and smiled at his friend, patting him comfortingly on the back as they began walking back towards their newest residency- the abandoned palace.

“We’ll find him, Hunk. He’s here somewhere right under our noses.”

He pulled the ornate box out of his bag and waved it temptingly under Hunk’s nose.

“Don’t forget, one look at this jewelry box and the Emperor will think we’ve brought the real Kityl.”

Lance wasn’t really paying attention to were he was walking, so it was no surprise when he heavily bumped shoulders with a man standing on the edge of the street. Lance was still animatedly talking to Hunk, so he didn’t even apologize. The only thing he truly noticed about the person was their god-awful mullet.

“And before he catches on,” he continued. “We’ll be off spending the 10 million rubles. It’s you and me, Hunk. It’s not in our nature to fail. We’ll find a Kityl substitute, there’s no doubt about that.”


“So… Do you know where the palace is?”

Pidge looked at Keith exasperatedly. 

“This is my first time in St. Petersburg too, you know. Let’s just ask for directions.”

Keith looked around the snowy streets until he spotted a man on the other corner under a marquee that read “Theatre”. The two approached him just as two other men came out of the building. 

Keith began asking for directions only to be cut off as the shorter of the two ran directly into his shoulder and didn’t even bother to apologize. Keith turned to yell at him, only to stop when he saw Pidge just simply shake their head.

He reluctantly turned back and asked the man again for directions. The man pointed behind them, then shook his head.

“I don’t know why’d you want to go there. There’s no one living there. In fact, no one’s lived there for 10 years.” 


Lance and Hunk finally made it back to the palace. Hunk started a fire while Lance stripped off his jacket and kicked off his shoes, sinking into one of the royal chaises. 

Hunk had also already started warming up their dinner. Once it was satisfactory, he distributed it evenly and they began to eat. The two talked as old friends do.

Hunk and Lance had known each other for about 10 years. Hunk had been the son of a soldier residing in the castle. His father had died during the siege. After the chaos, Hunk searched the castle for his father. Instead, he came across a small, unconscious boy, gripping a tiny jewelry box. The two had been inseparable ever since.

Lance was just finishing his meal when he heard a dull thud from somewhere in the castle. He jolted up, scaring Hunk, and motioned him to be quiet. When silence met his ears, he asked, “Did you hear that?”

Hunk just shook his head no. They stayed quiet a moment longer and that’s when they heard it. A reverberated shout echoed throughout the castle. The two locked eyes and nodded. They crept out the parlor room and started making their way towards the direction of the noise. 

As they approached the grand ballroom, Lance motioned for Hunk to be quiet again. He could hear something. Straining his ears, Lance was able to make out the sound. It was singing. Someone was singing.

They moved forward and the sound became clearer. Lance was suddenly hit with a strong sense of deja vu. Where had he heard this melody before? He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had heard it somewhere before. But that didn’t change the fact that someone was still in the castle.

They crept to the entrence of the ballroom and Lance could finally see the infiltrators. One was a small figure, mildly bundled up in winter gear. The other was a taller man, his mullet obvious even from where Lance was standing.

The two were dancing and it was the man who was singing. Lance nodded at Hunk. It was time to take action.


Keith and Pidge stood in front of the dilapidated entrance to what was once the Grand Palace of Russia. The windows were still surprisingly complete, but the door was barred with criss-crossed planks of wood.

“So…” Keith asked. “How do we get in?”

Pidge approached the door and inspected, a hand placed quizzically on their chin. They pushed their glasses up their nose, then literally slid between two of the wooden planks into the palace. 

Keith’s eyes widened in shock and he ran forward.

“Pidge!” he hissed. “Pidge!”

But they had already vanished off into the palace. 

Keith exasperatedly looked at the door. He gripped one of the planks and it shook in his hand. He raised an eyebrow. He held on with both hands and with a burst of strength, ripped the plank from the door. However, it came away easier than Keith expected, which resulted in him falling on his ass. He got up, dusted himself off, and stepped into the palace.

Keith stepped into the grand foyer and gasped at how regal the palace was even in its poor state.

“Hello?” Keith shouted, his voice reverberating through the spacious room. “Anybody home?”

“Pssst, Keith, up here!”

Keith looked to see Pidge at the top of a set of stairs. 

“Come check this out!”

He followed his shorter companion into a room, empty except for a long table that held an array of old silver cutlery, plates, and candelabras. Pidge was mindlessly walking about the room, inspecting the little details. 

Keith picked up a plate and looked it over. A nagging sense of deja vu was creeping up his spine.

“This place feels familiar,” he muttered.

Pidge turned. “What was that?”

Keith didn’t answer, but moved across the room to inspect a vase. On it was painted a mural of bears in tutus and graceful swans.

“Dancing bears. Painted wings.” The words came straight to Keith’s mind and he was left wondering how they ever got there.

He stepped through a doorway into the grand ballroom. Murals lined the upper halves of the walls while the other half held mirrors. 

“I don’t know why Pidge,” he said to his friend who had joined him. “But I feel like I’ve been here before. This place… It’s like a memory from a dream. Once upon a December…”

He descended the staircase down to the main dancefloor, Pidge trailing behind him. He turned to them, suddenly enthusiastic.

“Dance with me.”

Pidge’s eyes almost popped out of their head. “No way! Are you crazy!”

“Oh, come on.” Keith held out a hand and Pidge reluctantly took it.

They assumed the traditional dancing position, Keith’s hands holding one of Pidge’s, the other on their waist. Pidge took Keith’s hand and placed the other on his shoulder. Then they took off. Keith whisked Pidge around the room like it was second nature. Pidge didn’t even have to think twice about not being able to dance; Keith was good enough for the both of them.

“Dude, how are you so good at this?!”

Keith shrugged if that were even possible while dancing. “I don’t know. It just feels right.”

As if Pidge wasn’t surprised enough, Keith began humming, which eventually turned into singing. He sang a beautiful melody as the two waltzed around the room.

Someone holds me safe and warm

Horses prance through a silver storm

Figures dancing gracefully

Across my memory

Far away, long ago

Glowing dim as an ember

Things my heart used to know

Things it yearns to remember

They slowed as Keith reached the end of his song.

And a song someone sings

Once upon a December

They finished and in a playful fashion Keith bowed to his dance partner. Pidge curtsied right back, still a little blown back by Keith. The mood between them was light and happy until suddenly they heard a shout.


Both their heads shot up and they saw a tall figure standing at the top of the stairs.

“What are you doing in here!?”


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Aesthetic & Headcanons: Jade, Daughter of Aladdin and Jasmine (for @isleofthelxst)

  • Has a playful fashion rivalry with Evie.
  • Sketches all kinds of things during classes when she should maybe be paying attention.
  • If you hurt her twin, Al, you will pay. She isn’t athletic, but she can cut you to shreds with her words and dirty looks.
  • Loves to take Magic Carpet on joyrides.
  • Genie really wants to teach her magic - obviously, she can’t be a Genie, but she could be a sorcereress. Fairy Godmother doesn’t allow this, though.
  • Pretty much lives in detention. (That is only a slight exageration.)
  • Loyal to the very end, especially with the Agrabah crew.
  • She always buys a souvieneer at each new place she explores; usually jewelry.
  • Wants to take a boat out to sea one day, because she spent most of her life land-locked.
  • She usually sketches with a pencil, but her favorite artistic mediums are watercolor paints and charcoal, depending on what she’s creating.

anonymous asked:

MAMA MAMA MAMA I HAVE AN IDEA. I would like to request Oikawa who meets male human who's a scientist in Antartica and the human constantly brings scientific little trinkets to Oikawa and he's amazed and yea I'm sorry I just really love Oikawa and I'm super gay for him :')

Despite the frigid wind nipping at your covered skin, nothing seemed to deter you from meeting with Oikawa. As a man of logic, dedicating his life to science, it was safe to say that upon first meeting the male, you were taken aback. Everything that you had been taught had been thrown out the window within seconds, and entirely new meaning being placed into your life.

It was strange really, how the brunette didn’t shy away from your presence alone, even sending a flirtatious wink your way. It was as if he was beckoning you to edge closer, as if luring a sailor to his death. But Oikawa was not a Siren, but a merman. 

The first words that left his mouth were. “Oh how lucky I am for a beautiful human to stumble upon me. I was growing bored of being around those mermaids all the time,” A playful pout tugged at his lips, warm eyes locking your gaze. “What’s your name handsome?” He was quite the handful.

Although he was more than a pretty face and dazzling smile. In fact, he took a keen interest in what had landed you in this frozen plain in the first place. When you had explained that you were a scientist, his eyes lit up with the intensity of the moon itself. The cold didn’t seem to matter as the two of you talked about theories and how science played a part in your world and the one below. 

You could see the fleeting expression of disappointment on Oikawa’s face as you teased him, saying you had to leave unless you wanted to freeze to death. 

“Will you come see me tomorrow?” He truly did want to spend more time with you. He loved listening to the sound of your voice as you conversed with him.

A small smile stretched across your features. “I promise. I’ll even bring a little surprise for you as well.” And then you were gone, walking across the ice in hopes to return the feeling to your fingers soon.

From that day on you kept your promise, returning everyday with a new item from your lab for the merman to observe. Today you had brought a small pipette, eager to see what he would make of it. As you expected, a familiar tuft of brown hair poked above the ice, eager eyes catching sight of your form. Oikawa gave an animated wave, tail swishing in excitement.

“It’s certainly nice to see you. What did you bring for me today?” He was all smiles, laying across the ice in a playful fashion.

“Today, I bring you this thing. It’s called a pipette and it can suck up water.” It may have seemed odd to bring a merman an object that can fill with liquid when one is submerged in it on a daily basis, but what the hell. He liked it anyway.

Cold hands brushed along your fingers as he gently took the syringe from your hand examining it closely before dipping it into the water and giving it a squeeze. “Huh, that’s pretty cool. Can I keep it?” A soft bought of laughter left your lips as you agreed. Honestly, he was like an antsy child. “Next time I’ll try to sneak you something from our labs. It’s nice to be able to find someone from this world that takes an interest in what I like.”

You glanced down at him, heart shuddering at his forlorn expression. “You know, not many humans find science that interesting either. When I try to talk to them about it, they either fall asleep or lose interest. You on the other hand understand me, and I thank you for that,” You sat silently for a moment, nothing except the sound of the wind whipping across the air filling the silence before you spoke. “Maybe one day I can see what it’s like down there for myself?”

Oikawa turned to you with wide eyes, not believing his ears. You’d give up your legs just to be with him? “As in a merman? You want to become one of us?”

You nodded, face fixated in a determined expression. “If it’s possible. Can someone even be powerful enough to do such a thing?”

The merman bit his lips, worrying the flesh between his teeth before turning to face you. “Th-there is, but I will only consider it if this is something you’re serious about. Lana will not help anyone who she deems is not genuine.”

Cocking you head at the foreign name, you tried it on your lips. “Lana?”

“Yes, she’s a Sea Witch who possess incredible powers. As far as I know, she’s the only one who can change a human into a mermaid,” He paused momentarily. “Are you sure about this?” 


Oikawa’s face broke out into a string of elation at your sudden answer. “Then I have some arrangements to make. I’ll be back soon, wait for me okay?”

“I will.” And you hoped that whoever this “Lana” was would grant him the power to be with Oikawa because if you were being honest, you were falling for him.

Things That Remind Me of the Signs/Things I Associate With Them

Aries: red aesthetics, Avril lavigne (not sure why), angsty 90’s teen bands, friendship bracelets

Taurus: the beach, dark chocolate, purses, lazy days, nirvana

Gemini: talking about whatever, whenever, marina and the diamonds, blueberries, swimming 24/7 during summer

Cancer: being alone just thinking, Paris, teen wolf, winter, playgrounds

Leo: fashion, vacationing, playful games, the color gold, debating, Lana del rey, making up after arguing

Virgo: knit sweaters, being knowledgeable, food you get at fairs, expensive outlet stores, parfaits, the color beige

Libra: cashmere, wine, fall out boy, elegance, poetic beauty, finally understanding something, skirts

Scorpio: midnight swims, black cats, Supernatural, Jared padalecki, Alex Turner, abandoned places

Sagittarius: parties, watching the ball drop on new years eve, pretty flowers, cats, the sun, sundresses

Capricorn: pretty hands, veins, american horror story, busy cities, bright lights, giving in, eyeliner

Aquarius: anime, aloofness, bad jokes, Netflix, paramore, cotton candy, lollipops, messy yet pretty bedrooms

Pisces: CDs, procrastinating, Melanie Martinez, baseball caps, art, fountains, watercolors, grapes, walking in a forest, vera Bradley

beeextraordinary123  asked:

YAS mwahaha what a perfect opportunity to get some SONAMY out of my favorite writer:)))) 9 or 15, you pick!

Kissing Meme #9 Jawline Kiss


Okay so, this is a great opportunity to tell you about this fanfic of mine~ I wrote this SonAmy Boom fic ages ago & it takes place after the episode where we meet Swifty. However, this fic never got finished. So I made the effort to finish it hehehe~

But yeaah, I hope you like this! :D This is really long so I’ve inserted a “read more” thingy half way down. ^-^ 

“That new guy. What’s his name again?” Knuckles asked scratching the bottom of his chin.

“Swifty.” Replied Amy. 

The five of them were at her house, stomachs full and feeling satisfied with their meal at Meh Burger. However, neither of them could stop thinking about a particular stranger who, unexpectedly, crashed into town. 

She remembered wind passing underneath her quills as a blur of green soared past them, riding on a hover board. As if already famous, he caused heads to turn, attracting the attention of hundreds before boldly introducing himself.

For some reason he acted like Sonic’s twin, except with green fur and wasn’t apart of the hedgehog species. Swifty possessed something that Sonic didn’t have, and Amy couldn’t quite put a finger on what that was, but she knew that his good looks was one of them. Not realizing it at the time, their gazes met and that was when she dropped her burger.

The events that followed after that were somewhat interesting, Swifty decided that instead of handing her food back, he’d feed it to her. Which was rather weird.

“Swifty. You were flirting with him.” The echidna said.

“I was not! I dropped my burger and he caught it.”   

Beside her, Sticks nudged her arm. “Do you want to date him?”

“No!” She exclaimed, turning her head slightly to glare at Sonic. His eyes were fixed on the big screen television, his expression unfazed and choosing not to participate in this conversation.

“How can you read so much into that? Swifty doesn’t even like me in that way.”

“Actually,” said Sticks, sitting between Amy and Sonic, “he does.”

The pink hedgehog narrowed her eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm. “How do you know? Did he pass you a note or something?”

Sticks rolled her eyes. “No. But I could smell it, the way he looked at you and the way he said stuff. He already had a bad smell when he arrived, but that intensified when he noticed you.”

“You don’t have a bad smell?” Amy asked.

“That’s beside my point,” she said, flustered by the comment. “Everyone has a smell, and I can smell all sorts of fragrances on people. But Swifty’s scent didn’t smell natural. When he spoke to you, he began sweating due to nerves–which, I could smell. So he likes you.”

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let’s talk about tenga/chidori

I’ve seen some say that Tenga/Chidori (and Katsu/Riko, but that’s a topic for another post) feels "forced", but I actually think the subtle hints that lead to their last interaction this episode are the best thing about it. Plus, they’ve got great chemistry!

In fact, I’ve enjoyed them so much that I wanted to take a look back at all the little hints I noticed. The post’s going to be image heavy!

I think the first big hints come in Episode 2, because it sets up a lot of things that end up becoming a part of their dynamic.

Like their banter,

Or Chidori instinctively going to Tenga and how touchy feely they are,

Or Tenga (subtly) being shown reacting to things involving Chidori’s emotional state and her denial over her feelings for Katsuhira.

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Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Originally posted by shhhh-no-ones-home

Words: 1047
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: kinda sad in the beginning, one swear word, but its FLUFF AF
Requested by anon
can you make a bucky x reader based off of "queen - good old fashion lover boy” i picture it as a really good story line
Authors Note: This is a songfic based off of the song above ^^ and you can check it out here! I actually had to leave the squirrel group chat to be able to write this because that damn chat is everywhere. It also makes me really sad that Bucky is treated so badly so here we have a cute n adorable fic. Let’s also just pretend that the MCU world ended nicely and somehow Bucky is at the facility. (it’s ficiton-we can do whatever we want XD)

Masterlist. Request List.

I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things. We can do the tango just for two. I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings

Hey, boy, where do you get it from? Hey, boy, where did you go? I learned my passion in the good old-fashioned school of loverboys

Ooh love, ooh loverboy

Everything’s all right, just hold on tight. That’s because I’m a good old-fashioned loverboy

You sat on the couch, your knees up against your chest and you were in a big sweatshirt. As it being Friday, most of the team was out. Either partying, working or just out. So you were in the facility mostly alone. You hadn’t even seen your boyfriend much today.

You were feeling down, but not quite sure why. It was just one of those days that you wanted to sit in silence, and cry for no reason. It happens from time to time.

Almost right as Bucky crossed your mind, you heard footsteps coming towards you. ”(Y/N)?“ You heard your boyfriend’s voice, and he started to walk faster towards where you were on the couch. He saw you cuddled up against yourself, in a weird state. He began to get worried and quickly ran around to sit next to you. He put his arms around you, not sure what was wrong. "Are you okay? What happened?” He started to fret.

“I’m, I’m fine, Bucky.” You told him. It wasn’t a total lie, and like you thought before, you weren’t really sure why you were feeling this way.

“No, you aren’t, darling.” He took on of his arms away from you, but only to put his hand on your chin and have you slowly look up at him. “How can I help?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know that you can.”

Bucky gave you a look that said, ‘oh, I bet I can,’ with a little smirk. “I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things?” He asked, and poked at your side a bit. “No? You don’t want my singing?”

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anonymous asked:

M!Shepherds (preferably Chrom and/or Gaius) "accidentally" finding out that (f)mu is ticklish ? Thank you very much ~

Chrom: The two of you are retiring to bed, having another playful argument about his fashion sense. He pokes you in the side, and you let out something that’s between a shriek and a mad giggle. A mischievous smile starts to form on his face and your fight-ot-flight senses get baffled. Before you make up your mind, he pounces on you, and you’re a mess of laughter. “Call me unfashionable, why don’t you,” he challenges as his fingers are hell bent on attacking you.

He doesn’t yield until you admit that yes, your husband is very stylish.

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Sophia Loren X Elvis X 1958

Sophia Loren met Elvis Presley at the Paramount Studios cafeteria while he was filming ‘King Creole’, in February 1958. Photographer Bob Willoughby happened to be there and took these memorable shots of Sophia and the King. According to Bob Willoughby, Loren spotted 23-yr-old Presley eating lunch in the Paramount commissary and decided to go over & introduce herself. Which is to say, she promptly sat in his lap, gave him a kiss, & began mussing his carefully sculpted pompadour. He didn’t mind.

'I bet you wish they would stop screaming’ said the beautiful Italian actress.

'Never’ answered Elvis. 'And I’ll tell you why; they cover up my mistakes. Lots of times when I start reaching for a high note I know I’m not going to make it so I just make some crazy movement and the kids scream and no one knows the difference’. He also makes the movements when the music moves him. 'You know’ he mused, 'the hardest thing in the World is to be yourself. Everytime I’m myself I get criticised for it’. At this Sophia comforted him: 'Elvis I think you are a very nice boy’ 'Thanks a lot!’ answered Elvis. 'You know thats the worst thing you can say about me’. The King of Rock n Roll is one of Miss Lorens most devoted fans. He turned to one reporter: 'You know, I’ve seen every picture she’s ever made. She’s only seen one of mine’.He’d like to team up with the Italian actress when he finishes his two years in the Army. His boss, Hal Wallis even has the script.

When Sophia Loren plopped herself down in Elvis Presley’s lap at a Hollywood lunch and tousled his famous pompadour. 'He was very self-conscious, but when one of the most beautiful women in the world musses your hair, there’s not a lot you can do’, Mr. Willoughby told the London newspaper 'The People’ in 1994.