Requested by Anon:
I generally would want something that is a Mathew Barzal imagine, however my ideas are all over the place! Definitely something fluffy. Maybe you work at the rink or one of the arenas or something and you catch his eye? Or you’re the cousin of one of the other boys and there’s a bit of a flirtationship going on? Whatever is easiest for you! I’m just excited to read it. :)
*Thank you so much! I’m not sure if this is fluffy enough for you but hundred percent cute! I hope you like it. Enjoy!:)*
Word count: 964
Would you still call
a stalker, ‘stalker’ if he was a stunningly tall, utterly handsome Team Canada
hockey player? Let’s be real here, you might be the stalker in this situation
but nobody has to know about the Mathew Barzal jersey you have hanging in your
Still, it was the fifth time in two days that you caught him
looking at you, not that you’re counting or anything – you are.
She had spotted him as soon as she sat down at the bar. He
was hidden in the corner, drinking alone, his dark fringe falling in his eyes.
He really was stunningly handsome; mysterious even, like he should be in a
movie, and no matter how stupid she felt she couldn’t help but imagine different
scenarios in her head.
He would notice her from across the room, maybe she was
dancing, and she’d hear a voice asking her if he could join. Afterwards he’d
buy her a drink and they’d sit and chat for what felt like hours. Maybe then
he’d ask if he could walk her home, along the way they’d get distracted, he’d
lean in a for kiss, and then he was taking her back to his instead because it
It would never happen though. For one, he didn’t know she
existed, he hadn’t looked up once, seemingly preoccupied, and two, she had a
boyfriend. A boyfriend of three years. They were in love, and whatever silly
games she was playing in her head meant nothing. She told herself there was no
harm in imagining, it was only right given the amount of times he worked away.
She got lonely, and she was often left wondering if he wanted her like that anymore.
Make believe was just make believe though, and she watched
the mysterious stranger leave about an hour later, ignoring the stir of bitter
disappointment in her stomach.
Twelve weeks previous
However, imagine her surprise when the same guy approached
to buy her a drink a week later.
A week had past and she found herself thinking about the
mysterious stranger more than once, jumping at the chance to visit the bar
again when her friends from work asked her. It was something she never did; go
out two weeks in a row, but for some reason the nag in her head wouldn’t go;
she needed to see if he would be
It turned out he was. She had spotted him right away; in his
corner, his fringe in his eyes again. Dressed in navy slacks and a cheesecloth
shirt, complete with more rings than she’d ever seen any man wear before, he
really was a picture, an artist of some sort, and she couldn’t stop staring at
the way he tapped his jewellery against his whiskey glass, over and over again.
For some reason she found herself laughing louder than
usual, talking louder even, her subconscious trying to gain his attention even
though she knew she shouldn’t have it. It must have worked though, became there
he was, right in front of her.
She heard his voice first. “Can I get you girls anything?”
Basil Hallward goes up to the counter and orders an Earl Grey tea from the young, stunningly handsome barista. Basil asks him if he’s done any modelling before.
Lord Henry Wotton goes up to the counter and sees Basil and the barista chatting. He grows increasingly angry that his friends have ignored him, and he thinks that the best course of action is to sit in the corner of the shop and mope.
A few minutes later, the other customers look on in horror as the barista stabs Basil repeatedly. Lord Henry doesn’t notice that his friend is gone.
* my brother texted me solely for the purpose of telling you guys hi and letting you know he hopes you have a good day, know you can send him gifts at any time, there’s no shame in being hopelessly in love with someone so stunningly handsome, etc etc…
AU: Lee Joon Gi Fan Fiction/ Supernatural Romance.
Gently, her fingertips brushed over his shoulder, partially testing his temperature and partially investigating the rough scars that had made it’s home there. His skin radiated heat, but it wasn’t too alarming. No fever and at least he was resting well. After very few words, he suddenly collapsed in her arms and for some reason…she felt sympathy, not fear.
Emma bit her lip in curious contemplation, It’s ridiculous. The idea that this…Her eyes rolling slowly over his exposed back. This strange and stunningly handsome man was actually Neko the whole time kept buzzing through her mind relentlessly. It’s stupidandImpossible. Scoffing at the notion. Things like that don’t exist in the real-real world. But there he was before her; flesh and blood. Either that…or she was completely nuts. She was leaning towards the latter.
It's 10:44 pm and I'm thinking (and screaming) about how Lee Soo Hyuk is so damn attractive and that he could possibly maybe be Wonho's older brother bc wow they're both stunningly handsome and it's no wonder I bias them both
W O N H O S BROTHER OH MY GOD IM YELLING
I GOTTA LOOK HIM UP SOON WOW WE CAN HAVE A WHOLE FAMILY REUNION HERE OK WONHO AND HIM CAN COME ON OVER
So so so sorry guys. I promise I’ll finish the other series. I just keep getting ideas that I want to share for you guys. I think I might put all the request I’ve received so far in this series and make it into one huge fluffy, smutty, angsty beautiful Bangtan mess~