this man has a good face but his body is way too buff

Suits, volleyball, and all the headcanon in between.

[Terushima, Futakuchi, Noya, Tanaka, Ushijima and Tendou here]
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Kuroo.

  • Black on black. No tie, open two-buttoned suit jacket that hugs his waist, the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. Tailored wingtip derbies, black and matte- polished to perfection.
    • He’s actually the one who dislikes wearing suits the most (I mean, have you seen the guy, he literally looks like he throws on whatever he has lying on his bed).
    • Oh, but if you challenge him, or if the need arises- he’s going to be the sexiest guy in the room because he sure as hell isn’t going to lose at anything.
      • Hours of research and a lot of changing rooms is not going to be for nothing. If he’s going to suffer, he’s going to do some real damage before he goes (namely to your short-circuited brain and perhaps severe blood loss via nosebleed).
    • He tried the red and black combination once, until a girl actually came up to him and asked him which host club he worked at, and he’s stuck to black from then on.
    • Those undone buttons on his shirt? Collarbones. They’re so sharp that they can slice through paper, and it makes his neck slimmer and his smirk all the sexier.
    • Everything’s been absolutely tailored at least twice, and it’s so on purpose. Can you imagine those legs- miles and miles of slim height and oh, he knows you’re staring. He’ll wink right back.
      • Now that he thinks about it, he’s never had to buy his own drink before, and thus Kuroo’s legendary alcohol tolerance was born.

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I hate when people try to pretend that all the Batboys look identical. I dislike it when comic book artist, purposefully or not, draw them all so it looks like they’re all actually Bruce’s kids. The best part of Batman is that they’re not related, they’re all a bunch of lost, weird kids who somehow have made an awkward family together. By drawing them the same look and body type, it negates the individual aspects of the boys and their highlighted talents.

Dick is smaller than Bruce in both height and weight. He’s not very buff, he’s incredibly lean and flexible, able to move in ways Batman can’t. His skin has a lightly dusty quality to it, a remnant of his Romani heritage he’s never quite forgotten. Most people mistake it for a perpetual tan, he doesn’t elaborate that he comes from mixed parents. He’s handsome in a very conventional way with his boyish good looks being appreciated by most everyone he meets. He’s not trying to impress anyone except he is so he takes good care of himself and covers any visible scars he has. His hair is floppy, a little long at his bangs and neck, thick dark black with a light wave to it. He has wide, smiling eyes of a deep midnight blue color. In the right light, they can be as black as night or shine like sapphires.

Jason is tall and as big as a house. He’s incredibly strong and durable and his body reflects that. He can’t move as well as Dick but he’s learned to use his large size to his advantage. His skin is medium white, covered in scars and calluses. If he’s out in the sun for too long, a splash of freckles appear across his nose and cheeks. He’s handsome in a dangerous way, like how a coiled snake carries it’s own elegance. If he put more effort into it, he could use his chiseled good looks but doesn’t bother with such things. His hair is thick but more wiry, it never lays perfectly on his head and is always sticking up somewhere. It curls slightly on the ends. His eyes are lidded and a confused blend of blue and green with some brown in there too, as if they couldn’t decide on a color. After his resurrection, he swears his eyes are much more green than before, it could just be his imagination.

Tim is short and not overly muscled, but he is proportional. He is the smallest of the adult boys and he knows it, instead of beefing himself up, he hones his muscles to be more accurate and graceful. He can move incredibly fast and twist his limbs in seemingly impossible manners. His skin in very pale, no matter how much time he spends in the sun, he burns rather easily and is constantly putting on sunscreen. His face is taunt and angled as he’s just finishing the last of his adolescence. He’ll eventually grow into it but he won’t have Dick’s attractive features. His face is always marred by dark circles with his brow perpetually wrinkled in thought. He keeps himself tidy and neat, not so much for himself but for appearances. He appears as nicely as is required, he doesn’t mind that people note how absolutely exhausted he looks. His hair is softer, more fine than his brothers’. It falls in soft waves when he goes too long without a cut. His narrow eyes are a steely blue-grey, strong and piercing.

Damian is still in the midst of childhood but eventually already his body is showing signs of being tall and well built. He won’t be as heavily built as his father, taking more after his mother’s lean muscled form. A nice balance between Dick and Bruce’s body type. His current size means he has a great number of advantages and disadvantages, he tries to fight like a bigger man until he is forced to adjust to his small physique. His skin is dark and tanned, a mark of his mother’s heritage, he very clearly stands out against the other bats. His face is still rounded with youth but already is beginning to hollow out from his exercises. He’ll grow into his father’s strong jawline and become effortlessly attractive, though like Jason, he pays no mind to it. His hair is short and cropped, thick and coarse so it look ill-kempt if he lets it grow too long. His eyes have an Asian fold to them, highlighting his foreign features. Deep forest green eyes, the exact color of Talia’s, gaze imperiously at the world.

Elements (JK) -M

Description: “Tonight, he conjures fire, with his fingers leaving lingering soft burns on your nudity as his hands become nimble. Tonight, he conjures warm air, satisfying your need for more, more, more heat. Tonight, he conjures healing water, salty liquid dripping and running down the smooth expanse of exposed skins. Tonight, he conjures the Earth, with his stiff movement moving roughly against yours.
Word Count: 2963
WARNING/S: SMUT
Note: Was watching Avatar: Aang, the Last Airbender, then this popped into my head. I know, I’m sorry I ruined your childhood by tainting it with such adultered thoughts ;-; mine was too ;-;

DISCLAIMER @pinkeukook 170417 (pics are not mine)

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To Care, or not to Care ? (Stiles x Reader)

Requested by @hannazk : heey can you do a imagine where y/n is stiles girlfriend and he’s spending a lot of time with lydia and y/n get’s jealous and fluff and stuff like this? thx!


A/N : I’m not a huge fan of jealously that leads to anger or confrontation, so I twisted it a bit, I hope it’s okay :) Also I gave a first name to Y/N’s father just because I find it awkward to write (Y/F/N) and I feel like it sort of breaks the flow of the story to have too many « blanks » like this. I chose a very generic name, you can disregard it if you don’t like it. Also I don’t like throwing my readers in media res (in the middle of the action) so I added a bit (a lot) of context first, before really working on the request. JuST DEAL WITH ME OkAY

Also, I really like the first 4k words,but then I feel like I messed it up

Set between season 5 & 6.

Word Count : 9,2k (listen, I have no self control)

MASTERLIST

Living in a small town truly was an experience of a kind. It was like living on another planet to a certain extent, while also being just an hour drive away from a bigger city, and all the entertainments it offered. After your parents’ divorce, you were torn away from the big city you were born in, and lived all your life. Your mom left with the new man in her life, claiming she needed some time for herself and to see the world. That didn’t leave you many options besides moving in with your dad, who just so happened to come from a small town, and now that nothing held him back in the city, he wanted to go back and live there.

You obliged, not putting up much of a fight – you were a bit of  loner and never had many friends or anyone worth causing more drama within your household. You didn’t have a boyfriend, your closest friend hadn’t given any news in tn days and when your dad assured you that his birth town was just big enough to have a brand new Theater and Starbucks, it was settled.

Everything happened in a blur really. Your two stories apartment in Oakland quickly emptied and it was like all trace of your passage here vanished from one day to the next. The first seventeen years of your life had been erased, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything besides mild annoyance, because putting all your stuff in boxes – with the perspective of having to unbox them a few days later – was the exact opposite of what you had planned to do for the last couple weeks before the end of summer break.

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You Look Cute In My Shirt

Summary/Prompt: “I may have slept in your shirt while you were gone.”
Word Count: 1730 words
Warnings: slight smut (but yeah not really), 
Pairings: Tyler Seguin x Reader

Authors Note: So the other one I posted yesterday was  huge hit and so I though why not post another one. I have a part 2 for this already written so if I get enough feedback on this one, I’ll post the second part.

Originally posted by clarkethesharkmacarthur

The house on nights like tonight were extremely boring and lonely. A cold breeze shot past me, sending shivers down my spine. Lately the house had been extremely cold and it obviously didn’t help that I walked around it in just a t-shirt and underwear. That is unless I had been accompanied by Tyler , then I would be forced to put on more layers. And I’m not saying I liked that.

As of right now, Tyler and the team where a 5 hour plane ride away from Dallas, currently finishing up a road trip. Tyler had crept into my room sometime last week during the earlier hours and had let me know that him and the team were leaving for the week, and that they would be back no later than lunch on Thursday, which was tomorrow.

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Rock Your Body

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 1,993
Summary: Bucky has a tendency to take photos and forget about them until he’s drunk. (Idk I can’t think of a summary for this it kinda just happened and idk what it is.)
Warnings: alcohol, language (of course)
Author’s Note: I, full of caffeine and thirst for Sebastian Stan, texted Katie saying, “Okay but what if I write a Stucky fic based off of Seb’s photo.” This happened. 


Bucky started working out, really working out, about four months ago, and he’s finally starting to see results. His biceps are visible (and kind of obvious, if he does say so himself) when he isn’t flexing, and he’s had to buy bigger shirts to accommodate how broad his shoulders are. His forearms are a bit veiny, which he thought would freak him out, but he’s actually starting to like it. His chest isn’t that big, but he’s okay with that. He’s heard the nipple chafing gets to be something awful.

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Kim Namjoon: Narcissus

Genre: Smut 
Pairing: Kim Namjoon/Reader
Warnings: Supernatural sexy times, body swap, body possession, slight nipple play, mentions of collars, fingering, blowjobs, thigh riding, come marking, dirty talk

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God, I am so sorry (I’d never written smut until 2 days ago so this is a tragedy) (I was also stoned at the time of writing and editing so it might not even make sense… ay lmao) Feel free to yell at me about this filth, my ask is always open!

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Blind Dating||Part Two {S.M}

requested// a part two to my imagine, Blind Dating

author’s note// literally all of my second parts suck maybe this one will make a difference ayo hope yalike!

masterlist || link to part one

You were in Shawn’s truck. Which felt weird, cause you never got into strange men’s cars. Of course, no one should do that, but this felt weird. And not the bad kind of weird that made you feel like you were about to be cut into a thousand pieces, the kind of weird that gave you butterflies. His hand was on your thigh, and that also felt weird. But again, the good kind of weird. The kind of weird that confused you, since you had never even liked anyone’s hands on your thigh before. You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket, which caused you to shift and that caused him to remove his hand from your leg. A pang of sadness washed over you, and you almost instantly pushed it away, mentally scolding yourself. 

He could do the same thing as the last one did. Don’t get too close. Don’t fall too deep. 

You picked up your phone from your back pocket. It was Joey. 

“Is that Joey or Leo?” He chuckled. His chuckle was absolutely beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful thing you’ve heard, next to his voice. You had stayed up hours the previous night listening to his covers and even some of his original songs. You weren’t even slightly surprised he was so famous. You stared at him, slightly creepily. But you really hadn’t gotten a chance to really take him in. And he was perfect. His jawline was glorious, but it wasn’t so sharp that he resembled a rat. (like some guys you had seem, i.e Jared from The Bachelor franchise) He was very handsome, but not so handsome that he looked like a Ken doll. He was lean, but he wasn’t super buff like a body builder. “Y/n?” He glances over at you for a moment, since it had been a good two minutes of complete silence, and you turned a bright shade of tomato red. Hoping to God that he didn’t notice your stalker like staring. 

“Oh, um, yeah. It was Joey.” You uttered, still praying that he didn’t notice, trying to mask any embarrassment. You didn’t do a very good job. 

“What did he say?” He chuckled again. 

Jesus, that laugh.  

You let out a little laugh.

“He just wanted to know where we are.” You quickly sent a message back to him.

“I said we were just driving around, getting to know one another.” You glanced over at Shawn and smiled. His hand went back to your thigh and your heart skipped a beat.

“Be sure to say thanks to Leo, I’m glad he set this up.” He didn’t have to look over at you for you to know he was suppressing an ear-to-ear grin, and his hand tightened ever so slightly on your thigh.

“Yeah, and thanks to Joey for forcing me to leave the house.” You huffed jokingly. Shawn didn’t even titter.

“Why wouldn’t you leave the house?” You looked over at him, and he wasn’t even trying to push down that frown that was plastered across his face. You started to panic. What if he didn’t want to talk to you anymore? Your heart started beating so fast and loud, you were almost one hundred percent sure that Shawn could hear it.

“Um, I got out of a serious long term relationship recently, and Joey said it is time for me to um, yanno, get back out there. So he uh, called Leo to get us together I guess, before you um, go out on tour.” You stuttered, wringing your hands. He was probably about to take you home, not wanting to get involved with someone still seemed affected by a relationship.

“Yeah, I’m glad he did so! How did you know I was going on tour?” He raised an eyebrow as a thin grin appeared on his face. The weight that was on your shoulders only moments ago had almost completely vanished. He didn’t seem to mind. It made you kinda… happy?

“Joey said you most likely were, with that album coming out. Your EP was amazing by the way!” You complimented, putting your hand on top of his. There weren’t exactly sparks flying everywhere, but it felt so right. It felt like your hands belonged together. Your fingers wrapped around his palm as he loosened his grip just slightly on your leg.

“Thank you! Leo send me the link to your YouTube channel, so I watched a few of your films. They are absolutely amazing!” He beamed, and your heart melted. Your ex never watched one of your films. Even the one he was featured in.

“Really?” You unintentionally squeaked.

“Yeah! My favorite was the true crime one, that made a police station look like a reality TV show. I laughed so hard, it was hilarious!” He started laughing at the memory. That film was your favorite, you had hired some actual actors for that one, so you were proud of it. You even got your ex to watch the first five minutes of it, but he said it just wasn’t even funny.

“Really? Oh my God, thank you! That is probably my favorite one as well.” You chuckled, tightening your grip on his hand, which caused him to let go of your leg, but take hold of your hand, entwining your fingers. You skin felt buzzed, like you somehow got slightly high just off of his skin touching yours. Your entwined fingers lied in your lap, and you were pretty sure you hadn’t felt something feel more right than this did. “Maybe sometime you can be in one of my films.” You suggested. He looked over at you with wide eyes.

“Seriously? Man, that’d be great.” He chuckled again.

God, that laugh of his.

“Maybe you’ll be the muse of one of my songs.” He looked over at you and winked. Your entire body melted into a puddle.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You held back a grin that was so dangerously close to creeping across your face.

“Well, it is almost twelve in the morning, and I would hate to get you in trouble on our first date. How about I run you home.” He smiled, bringing your hands up to his lips and kissing it. You thought you were about to go into cardiac arrest. He was doing small romantic things guys never ever did on first dates without ulterior motive.

“Yeah, but actually can you take me to Joey’s? I’m not going to lie to you, I’m going to sleepover at his house and tell him all about this.” You laughed, your cheeks turning into a blush.

“Ah, perfect! I actually know where that is!” He replied, taking a sharp turn. “It’s just around the corner, coincidentally.” He pulled his hand away, which cause another pang of sadness to enter your body, but you pushed it away.

Jesus Christ, Y/n. He has to drive.

“Ah, here we go.” He pulled into Joey’s driveway, and you were so glad that Leo’s car was not in the driveway. You had walked in on Leo and Joey once, which was one too many times.

“Thank you so much.” You grinned, clicking off your seat-belt. “You have my cell phone number, right?” You were hoping that was a good enough hint that said ‘call me.’

“Yeah, I’ll call you tomorrow.” He replied, grabbing onto your hand.

Mission accomplished.

“Okay um well, then I gue-” Shawn cut you off in the most amazing way you could’ve asked to be cut off in.

Shawn leaned in and kissed you. Again, you didn’t feel the sparks or fireworks, but you were almost one hundred percent sure that that was just for the movies and books. But it felt right. It felt perfect. It felt like your lips and his belonged together, and maybe they did. And you for sure felt incomplete when his lips left yours.

“I’ll um… Talk to you tomorrow.” You somehow stumbled out of the car, seemingly drunken just from Shawn’s lips. You managed to get yourself to Joey’s front door. The door was locked, so you knocked on it, lightly of course, hoping not to wake his parents. Thankfully, Joey opened up the front door, wearing Leo’s hockey sweatshirt and his own pajama pants.

“Hey, can I sleepover tonight?” You giggled, basically falling over in complete giddy lovestruckness.

“Come on in and spill the tea, love.”


author’s note// HEY GUYS so i tried a new thing with the texts idk if i like it but yanno we will see tell me what you think!!! also send me asks for bulletpoints and questions please im desperate and wanna answer stuff ahhhh okay i drank so much coffee AHHHHH!!

The Airport

Hi guys! So this was supposed to be a drabble and I got carried away also it became about Steve which I’ve never done so that’s cool I guess! New territory! I hope you guys enjoy. Happy Sunday! 

Warnings: none

Originally posted by luvinchris

I really hate airports. There seems to be people leaking out of every crevice, either bumping into me or rolling over my toes with their pull along suitcase. Grumpy people line the walls waiting to check their bags or buy their tickets or eat the overpriced food squished into plastic containers. 

Today, I am picking up my brother. He travels a lot for work so here I am, once again, watching the clock and waiting by the gate. My stomach is revolting, even when I have no plane to catch, ticket to buy or bag to check. That’s just how much I inherently hate everything about airports.

An overly cheery woman announces over the loud speakers that another flight has just arrived. In a few minutes, my brother will be walking off that plane and through customs, so I shouldn’t have to endure this introvert’s torture much longer. 

I walk over to gate and lean on the bars of the fence and observe the fresh mob making their way into the main lobby. People-watching is really the only thing that keeps me from ripping my hair out when I have to sit in an airport for any period of time. They say you see more sincere love in an airport than at a wedding. 

As I scan the room to pick out a stranger to spy on, one man quickly catches my eye. He’s tall and built, handsome. He has what seems to be shoulder length hair that’s tied back in a bun. Rogue strands pierce his light, perfect skin. His hands are shoved deep into the front pockets of his dark jeans and even through his bulky winter sweater, I can see he’s thick and sturdy, but not too buff for my taste. 

But I gather that my taste doesn’t matter. I can tell by the way he’s eagerly searching the crowd that he’s taken. Happily taken. Quite smitten actually. His hands are pressed into his pockets as if pushing his shoulders down will somehow make his neck grow and allow him to soar over the crowd to find the one he is looking for. His bright, excited eyes flutter from face to face, desperate to find the right one.

And when he does, his smile just about blinds me. 

“BuckybuckybuckybuckyBUCKY!” I see her erupt from the gate and run the entire distance of the lobby to him. Her bag is violently bumping against her thigh with every stride, her hair blowing behind her in waves, a grin taking over her pretty features. 

I can’t help but giggle at the way the man just stands his ground, bracing himself for the comparatively small body that was about to crash into his. Once she weaves through the mob of passengers, she throws her duffel on the floor with a plop and quite literally leaps into her man’s able arms. Her arms clasp around his neck and her legs around his waist, while he safely holds her tight around her middle. 

“Doll, I missed you.”

I’m surprised to hear his soft voice from where I was standing. He is so sincere, his low song to her almost cracked. I’m truly amazed at how they just enjoy each others’ presence, completely able to ignore the hustle and bustle around them. 

Her face is now safe inside the crook of his neck and through a mess of his and her hair, I see his eyes are closed. Suddenly, her face emerges from his shoulder and reveals a sweet grin. After quickly looking him over, she attaches her lips to his in a simple kiss. Slow and hardly moving, they are glued to each other.

I look around to see that I’m not the only one watching the two. They couldn’t care less about the world spinning around them because they were at its center.

I have to divert my eyes because I feel like I’m intruding on them. But also, if I watch any more I was afraid my smile would grow too large and actually split my face. As soon as I look away, I hear a man beside me chuckling. 

“Obnoxious, aren’t they?”

“Nah, they’re in love. It’s sweet.”

“It’s sweet for about a week and then it gets annoying.”

I giggle and finally turn to see Captain America standing next to me. My smile falls to awe as I take him in. The thing that they say about him looking like a dorito was absolutely true, I can’t decide if he’s thick or lean. Either way this man was sculpted by the gods. And he shows it off too, his shirt has to be two sizes too small.

But his eyes are even more lovely in real life. Bright blue and smiling, easy to get lost in. And lost I am until I realize the awkward silence is mine to fill.

“Maybe. But I’m sure they’ll say the same thing about you someday.”

“I can only hope so.”

Now I have nowhere to look. If I look at him I would surely be crushed by his muscles or drowned in his eyes, and if I look at the couple who were still kissing in the middle of everything I would surely die of cuteness. Well, the floor will do.

“And um, thanks, for um,” I sweep a gesture down his body, from his shoulders to his feet, “what you do. Savin’ our asses,” I add for an explanation. 

He chuckles, “It’s a pleasure to save the ass of a beautiful girl like you.”

I bit my lip to hide my smile. I was not expecting that from America’s Golden Boy. Thank god I am saved by some of my brother’s coworkers walking through the lobby. 

“Well, I have to go find my brother.” I notice a spark glisten in his eye when I say my brother and not my boyfriend. “It was nice to meet you, Captain America.”

“Steve,” he corrected. 

“Steve,” I repeat, kicking my brow at him. I spin and walk to the gate, only looking over my shoulder when I hear Steve holler, “Hey, do you ever go to Molly’s?”

“Occasionally!” I shouted over my shoulder. 

Suddenly, he’s right behind me, his voice ghosting over my neck, his fingers resting gently on my right hip. “Meet me there at 8?”

Startled, I turn on my toes and end up face to face with his large protruding chest. I tilt my chin up and whisper “okay” before I had the chance to get lost in his eyes again.

“See you there,” he declares with a nod. I stand there before him, waiting for him to make his exit but it doesn’t seem like he wants to. Though I don’t exactly want to say goodbye just yet either, I hear my brother calling me. 

I jog over to him and take one of his bags off his shoulder, while slinking my arm through his. ”Hey bro. How was the flight?”

“It was good. Exhausting though. Hope you didn’t wait too long.”

“No not at all. You’ll never guess who I was talking to.”

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Not Even The Galaxy [Gray]

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Artist: Gray | Word Count: 1.635

Have some fluff and a bit of jealousy from the biggest Star Wars fan in AOMG HAHAHA there will be some tiny spoilers ahead for ‘The Force Awakens’ movie. Hope you’ll like it:)

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“Hey babe, why don’t you come here and join me?” Your voice managed to fight the beats that surrounded the living room and you saw Sunghwa perk up from his seat, “You’ve been in the studio since this morning.” Then there was a sigh coming from the black haired man, as he continued to mess with the musical instruments in the makeshift studio in the apartment.

“Just one more minute love, I’m starting to feel the beat,” There was a tint of tiredness in Sunghwa’s voice, causing a frown to etch on your face, “You should go and sleep, I’m sure work has been tiring for you.” This time it was you who huffed in annoyance, because when Sunghwa was too engrossed in his work it would have been hard to get him away from it. It was like his ass was glued to the chair with superglue.

“But HBO is going to play Star Wars in 10 minutes! And it’s their first screening for ‘The Force Awakens’,” There was a small smirk on your lips as Sunghwa finally turned around, his eyes showing inner confliction inside of him, “Don’t you want to watch it again with me? I also made popcorns as well.” And bribing the man with food was all that you needed for Sunghwa to step away from the studio, as he made his way to you and hugged your body close to his.                      

“You always won over me (Name),” Sunghwa chuckled, causing a smile to appear on your lips, “Come on, let’s go and watch it.” You held his hand and lead him to the sofa, where there were throw pillows stacked on it alongside a huge blanket. The bowl of popcorn was set on the coffee table in front of the sofa, waiting to be devoured.

The movie played five minutes later and you secretly watched Sunghwa’s eyes glow in excitement, as he sat comfortably while leaning forward slightly, focusing on the movie even though he already watched it. Soon you found yourself laying your head on his chest when Sunghwa’s high went down, with the blanket giving you warmth and the popcorn bowl on top of your crossed legs.

Rather than paying attention to the storyline like your boyfriend, you found yourself watching the details of every CG effects and also the actors and actresses. Movies would always make you gush in amazement, because the editing could make one’s imagination into realization. And the face of every actor and actress were so different, you found the uniqueness in their facial look and expression intriguing.

“Daisy Ridley really fits the character, her acting is spot on and she really portrayed Rey’s character well,” Sunghwa only nodded as you started rambling, his right hand moving to take a fistful of popcorn from your lap, “And her chemistry with John Boyega really shows, the both of them really made their new character interesting!” And your boyfriend nodded again, but you were used with Sunghwa being like this whenever he was too deep into a film, so you continued giving comments about the actors and actresses.

“And the guy who played Poe Dameron is really cool as well! What was his name again? I think his name started with Oscar?” There was a slight discomfort in Sunghwa as he gave a glance towards you, whose eyes were locked with Poe Dameron’s scene on the screen, “And he’s not that tall, yet he gives off this cutie vibe.” This time it was you who were oblivious to Sunghwa’s huff as the man rolled his eyes at you, and a small fire started in his heart as he shifted in his seat.

“What about the guys from the First Order then?” Sunghwa asked, his voice coming out like a spat more than he liked it to be, “What’s your thoughts about Kylo Ren and General Hux?” And you answered his question without looking at him, as the movie rolled to the scene where Kylo Ren took off his mask.

“Physically speaking, Adam Driver is very tall, and he looked much like a gangster since he’s very buff under those robes. And his face is odd— a good kind of odd— and it’s unexplainable but it makes him look kind of scary. He’s towering but packed with muscles and a ferocious face, I’d probably faint if I were Daisy during their light saber duel.” You finished the comment with a laugh, but in Sunghwa’s eyes you seemed like you were sending googly eyes to the actor who played Kylo Ren, which seemed to boil something in Sunghwa’s heart.

‘You’re just tired, dumbass,’ Sunghwa thought in his mind, although it didn’t help with the discomfort that was growing bigger inside him, ‘She’s just giving her two cents on the movie, no need to be so worked up.’

“And the actor who played General Hux! He played the chill Bill Weasley in Harry Potter, and to be honest it’s quite the shock watching him scream about ending the Republic and destroying planets. Honestly he fits the role pretty good, he’s shockingly good playing such an evil character. And there’s this grace in his steps and how he carry himself, which really suits someone who is an important general. These two evil characters are amazing. J.J Abrams really did a fantastic job on this movie.” At this point, Sunghwa was fuming with anger, yet he tried his best to look blankly to the television, although his fists were clenched and his jaw was tightening.

“Then why don’t you date someone like any of them?” The fury inside of Sunghwa snapped without him having control over himself, as the words that had slipped out of his lips were of declaration for war, “You could have gone for someone who’s cute, or maybe a tall hunk, or go for a ginger head instead!” He had moved from his seat to glare at you, feigning a look of hurt and from what you could see in his beautiful brown eyes: jealousy.

Never have Sunghwa gone mad like this after you spoken your opinions, he would either nod off as a silent agreement or put his own opinions for you. But from how he looked so riled up, from how his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes looked like he had been betrayed, you may have gone a bit too far. Hell, you did go too far, and what’s worse is you went too far on his favorite movie, out of all the movies in the world! You could only stare at Sunghwa in agape, because the sudden change of situation still took you aback.

“I didn’t mean any of it! You know I never take these opinions seriously,” You started to talk, the nervousness seemingly clogging you to speak, “I just like to take in how every person in movies look very different from each other, how they can somehow merge with their characters, and how the uniqueness in them adds up to the perfectness of the movie! I only like them because they are all so exotic, and I don’t even love any of them.” Somehow hearing your reassurance dimmed the fire in Sunghwa’s heart as he sat silently, suddenly feeling lost in himself for his foolish act.

You took his silence to scoot forward, leaning in to gently cup Sunghwa’s face in your hand, making him take a good look at you. He looked so distraught, realizing that there really was no need for his outburst, but you found the jealousy that sparked inside of him was cute. It brought a smile to your lips and soon a giggle followed suit, although Sunghwa looked like he was about to faint because of embarrassment.

“It’s really cute when you get jealous like that babe-“

“I’m not jealous!”

“Well, whatever you call it,” Sunghwa’s cheeks were flushed pink as he lets out a groan, “But there’s really no need for that. I mean, sure they were hunks or cuties, but in my eyes you’re the perfect one here. None of those top class actors could beat you. So your outburst just now was really cute, but don’t ever doubt my love for you, okay?” You playfully ruffled his hair and grinned widely, as you kissed his nose and made the man flush brighter.

“I just- I really didn’t know what gotten over me (Name),” Sunghwa sighed, finally admitting in his heart that he was indeed jealous, “I could never be like them, you know? I’m too old to grow taller and I can’t even get as buff as Jay.” You sighed, since you’ve seen the damage you made had made him self-conscious of his own body.

“I never cared about your looks when I fell in love with you! Your handsome look was a bonus for me, I guess,” The both of you cackled into laughter hearing this, “But I fell in love with your heart, and please know that I won’t even trade the galaxy for you Sunghwa.” Somehow hearing your reassurance was a great way to calm him down, as he felt butterflies fill his stomach. And hearing yourself saying such a cheesy line made you blush yourself.

“Well I’m glad I’m dating a princess and not someone from the First Order,” Sunghwa leaned in to capture your lips in his, although you were smiling in the short kiss, “Like, wouldn’t it be a forbidden love if someone from the First Order dated a Resistance member?” You could only shake your head, because the Star Wars references were getting a bit too much for you.

“Why don’t we get back to the movie? It’s getting to the fun part.”

“But everything in the movie is the fun part!”

“Sure it is, you dork.”

Riverdale fanfic 1 - kevin & joaquin (with @fangirly-freak)

>Kevin, all well-behaved, typical suburban boy, straight a’s, and then the serpent, bad boy how theyre written, and yet theyre together and I bet, if there should be a showdown of some kind, joaquin will try to protect kevin, to keep him away from the shit hes getting being a serpent, even though he doesn’t realize hes protecting him, and also im betting that kevin wants some distance at first, but he cant keep it up for long and runs to joaquin and kisses him as if the world is ending. And that will happen in that bar where the serpents hang around, right in front of all the other men and when anybody says anything against them jugheads dad will personally beat them up because he is a good soul.<

Kevin ran faster than he ever did before, his throat burned and his legs became wobbly, threatening to give up. But Kevin didn’t pay attention to his body’s protests, the only thing on his mind was a raven-haired boy, the boy that was from another world and yet from so close, being so close to him yet being unrecognized.

Kevin took a sharp 90° turn, his shoes slid on the wet concrete but he didn’t fall and just kept running. Jughead’s words still echoed through his head. His friend asked Archie if he could sleep over a few nights, his dad having a serpent thing and didn’t want him to follow him, his ‘detective of a son shouldn’t be there for his own life’s sake’. Thankfully Archie asked when the whole ordeal would take place so Kevin hadn’t been caught eavesdropping. And thankfully Jughead trusted Archie enough to tell him.

But not so thankfully, Kevin’s dad didn’t fall asleep fast enough. The sheriff was always tired when he came home from work and usually fell asleep after dinner, but tonight he wanted to tell his son about his last case. In the end, Kevin said he had homework to do and left, only to sit on top of the stairs and wait. Soon his father’s breath slowed and the boy sneaked down, a first-aid packet and another jacket on his hands. He fingered around the holster, freeing the gun and wrapping it in jacket. Then, quietly, but still as fast as possible, he left his house and turned for the old warehouse.

Joaquin told him where this warehouse was, they used it as a place to be when they wanted to be alone. Okay, let’s be honest, when they wanted to make out without anybody interrupting them.

And while the authors described stuff so the reader knows stuff that’s important for the story, Kevin has reached said warehouse. Several motorcycles and cars stood in front of it. And men talked in it. Their voices were only hearable due to the echo in the empty building; also the men didn’t care to lower them.

Kevin knew the architecture of the house quite well, him and Joaquin going exploring when they wanted to talk or not make out [haha yeah that happens sometimes too believe it or not] and needed something else to do with their hands. Because, you know, hormones.

The old and rusty stairs at the back didn’t look trustworthy but they didn’t even move when you climbed them up right. They led to a sort of second story, but in the middle was a huge hole, enabling a good look to the ground story. Stair cases led down, but nobody bothered to climb them up, giving Kevin a perfect hiding spot.

The men stood at two fronts, the serpents on Kevin’s left, their client on his right. Joaquin was in the back, only about 50 meters away from Kevin, and fidgeted his hands behind his back. That meant he was nervous as hell.

Suddenly one of the clients screamed in rage, Kevin hasn’t noticed their voices rising until they shouted, he was too caught up in Joaquin’s facial features. A broad-necked bodyguard tried to calm the angry man, but another slipped through his arms and went to punch F. P., almost succeeding but the serpent next to their leader hit him first, sending the suit-wearer to the ground.

With that, all hell broke loose, fists hit jaws, blood dripped, bones crashed. Men went down, many of them unconscious. In the chaos, Kevin has lost Joaquin, but then something neon green caught his gaze. That neon green was a bracelet he gave his boyfriend a few weeks ago. A snake eating a heart was printed on it. Then it vanished as a very buff and muscular man blocked the view, pulled back his fist and threw it onto the boy’s stomach. Joaquin went down with a groan.

Out of desperation, Kevin reached for the gun, stood up and shot into the air. Everybody stopped in their tracks. Their faces turned towards him and twisted as they recognized him as the sheriff’s son.

“Kill him! He gonna report! Whatcha waitin’ for?!”

Thugs went for the stairs, one of them the man that just hit Joaquin, but the boy suddenly jumped up and put his arm around his neck, trying to strangle him.

“Kevin! Run!” F.P. bellowed.

Kevin followed his order and ran to the stairs that led him up there. He heard fists hitting flesh and groans, but didn’t look back. That is, until a stone hit his head making him feel dizzy and trip over his own feet.

He expected violence as he felt a body near him and tensed up, but was even more surprised as gentle hands fiddled around the gun in his hand.

“Sweetie, hey, it’s me. Gimme the gun. Get up. Run. Please, for me.”

“No, I can’t. Can’t leave ya…”

Kevin fainted.

The next thing Kevin knew is that he’s lying on the floor, some voices speaking almost out of earshot.

“Why is he here? Did you tell him?”

“What? No. I don’t know why he’s here. He isn’t supposed to.”

“And you’re not supposed to take a broken nose for him. You should spy on the sheriff, not play the knight in shining armor for his son.”

“I didn’t want to, it just happened! I just couldn’t see him getting hurt!”

At that, Kevin stirred. His movements didn’t go unnoticed, Joaquin and F.P. rushed over to him.

“Hey… Whoa, sweetie, calm down, your head must hurt like hell.” Joaquin reached up to stroke Kevin’s cheek as he began to sit up.

“You must hurt like hell, your face looks like Spaghetti Bolognese, and not in the tasty way.”

Jughead’s father chuckled. “Two seconds back and already backfiring, you got one there.”

“I got a first-aid kit, let me clean you up.”

The two boys went over to where Kevin’s jacket was and sat down next to it.  They sat in silence as Kevin got the utensils out and started to take care of Joaquin’s wounds.

“I heard you talk.”

“Huh?”

“Joa, I heard you and F.P. talking. He said you are supposed to spy on the sheriff. Is that why you are dating me?”

“Kev, I…”

“Don’t lie to me. I want the naked truth, without excuses. Without consideration of my feelings or whatever. Just tell me.”

The young serpent sighed.

“Yeah, I mean, I… I am supposed to play your boyfriend to spy on your dad. But so much has happened since then, and F.P. still wants information needed for clients and jobs, but I… We can get information otherwise, I am… I’m confused, you know? Because you are so good and kind and I am a no-good, usele…”

Before the boy could finish, Kevin presses a piece of bandage drenched with pure alcohol into an open cut.

“Go to the hospital, that needs stitches. I can’t do that. I’m going home. And tell F.P. to go fuck himself.”

Kevin’s voice sounded so cold. The room temperature seemed to drop 15°C

“Sweetie, what…”

“Don’t call me sweetie! That’s a name a lover should use, not a spy!”

Joaquin flinched as the other boy spat those words. He tried to reach for his hand, but Kevin withdrew his hand, grabbed his things as he stood up and left quickly without another word.

 

The next three weeks were hard for both of them. Kevin couldn’t concentrate at all, which had effects on his grades, his friends were worrying, but he didn’t tell them why he didn’t eat as much, sleep as much or even talk as much as he used to or why Joaquin wasn’t with him all the time like he used to, and seeing from Jughead’s behavior, his dad didn’t tell him. Kevin felt emotionally used, he wanted to hate his (former?) boyfriend, but couldn’t help to reach for his hip, where his hand had lied or almost call him, his thumb seemed to be frozen into spot right above the call button.

Joaquin wasn’t much better. He, too, didn’t watch his health and lied on his bed when F.P. didn’t need him to do whatever needed to be done. He didn’t know why exactly he behaved like this. He just had no clue what to do. Or what is body was doing while his mind wandered off. He caught his hand several times as it creeped over his mattress, looking for something, that wasn’t there. He didn’t charge his phone, afraid to get weak and call Kevin, even though the boy has made clear that he was angry with him.

Both boys vegetated through their lives, but Kevin had more people to look out for him. He didn’t lose as much weight as Joaquin. And people tried to talk to him about what happened. Joaquin had no one to talk to except for his cactus.

                        This led to Kevin’s breakdown as he sat with his friends in Pop’s diner. Veronica showed them her new haircut, it was about the length Joaquin’s hair had been when Kevin had last seen him. Veronica’s was a more female version though. Just as she turned around to show Betty how she had to straighten them, Kevin looked up from his now cold coffee. She looked so much like Joaquin mas he had shown him a tattoo on his neck.

Kevin let out a sob. Then another. Then he let out a ragged breath, murmured something about fresh air and stumbled out of the diner to the parking lots. As soon as he felt like there was enough distance between him and the diner to not be seen instantly, he vomited. But there wasn’t much to vomit, so he just gagged around air, his throat burned and his head felt way too light. He stumbled from the car he used for balance towards the diner. Someone was coming out, but Kevin didn’t recognize them before he fell face down on the ground.

Another voice, somehow common to him, called his name. The boy opened his eyes to see dark hair at shoulder length.

“Joa?” he asked with a raspy voice before wincing. His throat felt like he swallowed sour rain.

“No, I’m sorry. But Kevin, you got to get up. You got to drink. Archie’s calling your dad. We thought you were dying here.” Veronica let out a forced laugh. “And I can’t let you die on my favorite dress, can I?”

Betty came and kneeled next to him. She held a glass of water to his lips and he drank greedily. Pop came out too and handed the blonde an extra-large milk shake.

“He gonna need that. Saw his orders last few weeks. He needs the protein and sugar and whatnot.”

Kevin also drank the shake, though slower than the water, enjoying the sweet taste in contrast to the acid burn he felt before.

Just as he finished and properly sat up without help, his father’s car pulled into the parking lot. As soon as the car stood, the sheriff ran to him and kneeled down.

“Son? Son, can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?”

“None, dad, your hands are crashing my shoulders. I’m okay now. I’m just tired.”

His dad stood up, pulling him onto his feet and led him to the car after thanking Pop and Kevin’s friends for helping him. Pop declined the money he offered him.

When they came home, the sheriff made his son eat and take a bath before letting him sleep.

Kevin slept until 3:40pm, having his first halfway decent sleep in weeks. He hadn’t notice how much this kind-of break up was draining him.

As he got up, he thought of what to do next. He couldn’t continue like this. He missed the warmth of Joaquin right next to him. He missed the way his kisses felt. He missed shoving his hands into the long hair when they kiss. He missed the smell of leather, hair gel and Joaquin. Even his room still smelt a bit like him, even though he hadn’t been there in a month or so.

At 5pm, Kevin was completely dressed, half a pizza was eliminated and a note was left for his dad. He had made his mind up.

Joaquin had just finished his last job, paying a drug dealer, and now sat at the bar and sipped at some drink he didn’t even know the name of.

He thought of nothing specific as someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around and saw Kevin. Right in front of him.

“Wha…” he began but was interrupted as Kevin slapped him.

“That”, the brown haired boy said, ”was for using me! And that”, a slap on the other cheek, “was for not telling me!”

Then he brought up both his hands and gently laid them on his jaw.

“And that is for being you.”

Kevin kissed Joaquin with all he had, with all the pain and nothingness he had felt throughout the last weeks, with all the love he felt for the boy, with all the missing he had endured. And Joaquin kissed him back with as much emotion as him.

As they parted, both breathing heavy, they mustered each other, noticing the way both had lost weight and gained shadows under their eyes.

“I love you. I’m sorry we became a couple due to my wrong intentions, but I’m happy we did. I adore you so damn much. You are my pretty boy, my sweetie. And I doubt that’s gonna change in the near future.”

“You know, that’s so cheesy, if we would be closer to the heater, we would melt.”
Both boys giggled before missing again.

“And by the way, I love you too.” Kevin mumbled with their lips touching. And kissed him. Which felt better than their first kiss. Better than the making out sessions. Better than the last kiss. But not as good as their next kiss. Because the kiss that is just happening will always be the best kiss. Because, well, because it’s happening.

 

~some extra F.P.-is-super-and-a-good-man-in-the-end-stuff but this isn’t necessarily part of the story~

A few days after the great becoming-a-couple-again action, Kevin came into the bar after school to pick up Joaquin for the movies. He stepped into the building and looked out for his boyfriend as someone shoved him.

“Oi, fag, stop blocking the way. You not allowed in here!”

Kevin wanted to apologize, but a familiar raven haired boy stepped to his side and slid his arm around his waist.

“Stop bothering my boyfriend, would ya?”

“Ya can’t tell me what to do! You little shit think you’re bette…”

“That’s enough!” F.P. walked down the stairs and towards them.

“Pete, if you got a problem with homosexuality, that’s okay. But it is not okay to treat someone as less worthy or disrespectful because of it! Y’all! I know some of you looked at them with disgust, but this is love! And I don’t care what’s your reason for being a homophobic little bitch, and as long as you don’t hurt them because of it, I will not care! But if you even think about it, I will give you what you deserve! And I don’t care if any of you will hate me for it, I will protect them! And if you have a problem with them kissing, tell me, not them! Let them live their lives!”

With that, he shushed the two boys out, mumbling something about late for date. Before he can close the door though, Joaquin wraps his arms around his neck, murmuring “you’re the best dad I could wish for.” before grabbing Kevin’s hand and dragging him towards the cinema.

Anyone can be a femboy!

So I’ve heard about several people mentioning that they feel too masculine to be a femboy, despite their desire to become one and to fit into the stereotype of one and/or the culture. I just wrote a short thing today about the issue relating to that, and how one can do things to improve their look if that is truly what they desire, as well as how to come to terms with who you are, what you look like, and how it relates to being a femboy.


So say a man is really masculine. Like stereotypically masculine in terms of what modern society tends to envision. I’m talking the square jaw, hairy legs, broad shoulders, heavy-set eyes, big bushy brows, loads of body hair, big hairy feet, big hands… hell I could go on forever XD. You get the point. Let’s say there’s this one guy that has all of those attributes, but is not comfortable with them and wishes they were different. He wants to be a femboy, or at least embrace his feminine qualities to a certain degree. What does he do? He is self-conscious about wearing girl clothes or shaving his legs, or growing out his hair… and he doesn’t think that he would look good like that, so he doesn’t bother to change, despite how hard it is for him to try and cope with what he was born with. What should he do? This is a simple answer to a simple question.


The answer is always embrace yourself first. Don’t think about things too much. Act on what you know is going to allow you to feel true to how you were born. It is entirely understandable if a guy wants to appear effeminate but doesn’t feel he is capable of doing it. I myself feel similar at times. I’m an acrobat. I’m pretty damn buff, and I can’t wear everything that I would ever want without it barely fitting over my super broad shoulders. There are things one can do to make it easier though, if one feels the need to act. There is not always a need, but it depends on the person, and how dedicated they are to appearing a certain way. Below are a few tips to those of you who may be struggling with fitting into your idea of the stereotypically feminine aesthetic or the aesthetic/style of a femboy.


1. Completely shave all of your facial hair, wash with a soft soothing soap, and then apply a good quality moisturizer (preferably oil free, especially if you have issues with acne).


2. Grow your hair out and only shampoo once a week maybe two. You can go without shampooing for a long time. It sounds gross, but it’s better to do conditioner scrubs more often. Shampoo can be insanely damaging to your hair, especially in the long run, and you can preserve your hair and keep it free from split ends for several months if you take a break from all that shampooing. Conditioning more often will only strengthen your hair. Avoid dyes and heat as well. Wear a shower cap if you’re taking a shower and not conditioning or shampooing your hair. The less exposure your hair has to that degree of heat the better. If you take cold showers then you are fine. Just remember that if you want to grow you hair out really quickly. Stay completely natural, and then worry about doing crazy and colorful things to it after you have it at your desired length. You will likely regret it if you slow it down.


3. Shave your legs. Use plenty of shaving cream/conditioner/soap, or anything that works like a lubricant. Shave upwards against the hair to get the closet shave. Shave gently to avoid razor burn.


4. Learn how to correctly apply makeup that contours your face according to how it is uniquely shaped. With enough practice, contouring with makeup can transform your look to a point where you can look like an entirely different person. Make sure to use makeup that doesn’t irritate or promote acne. Good quality makeup will often be more expensive, but it will sometimes come in larger quantities and will likely be well worth the expense. You should learn how to correctly apply eyeliner, mascara, foundation, powder… all that stuff. You don’t need everything, but it is good to know how to use it all in case you ever feel like switching up your style a little bit. Makeup is like clothing. You can do so much with it, and you’d be amazed at how well you can change your entire appearance with just a few slight adjustments when you apply it. Watch YouTube tutorials on makeup. There are a gazillion tutorials relating to makeup, and many of them are quite good. I recommend Joseph Harwood. He is an androgynous makeup artist who is basically able to transform himself into anyone he wants through contouring, shading and a wide variety of other techniques relating to the art of makeup. He is AMAZING XD.


5. Pick clothes that contour to your body, and that give the illusion of a slimmer more curvy figure. A lot of this will take personal experimentation and finding the clothes that work for you. Ask around for help from people who are good with fashion and are willing to help you. You can always ask me though too.


Ask me any questions anytime! Sometimes I get insanely busy and it gets really hard for me to find time for social media. Sometimes I can’t get back for days and occasionally even weeks. Lol I know it sucks… but that’s what you get when you are trying to go to college, maintain a farm, work two jobs and record your music all at the same time, all the while living an hour and a half out of the city… But I will do my best to post stuff and answer questions as often as I can! I hope you all are doing well. There are plenty more posts to come. =^-^=

Doll? {Peter Pan Imagine}

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Originally posted by gurl

Peter Pan Imagine

Final Part (A) of here

Author: Joi A. Wade

Tagged: @ arianasmagconrunner

Requested:  Yes, Ohhhhhhh my lawd the doll feels are actually ruining me but I love it so much!!!!!! Much love for you and this awesome blog ❤️❤️

Warnings: SWEARING, GREASER!PAN, SOC!READER, LONG 


“Falling for me, doll?” 

His face was something you never realized you missed so much. Peter didn’t look as good as he did a few days ago, but you weren’t looking all that great either. His eyes held dark circles under them, a little duller than his usual fiery green. His clothes still the same, his frame the same. Same Peter Pan that you’ve slowly grown to love in under a few days. 

You were speechless to say the least, not sure exactly what to say, even though you practically rehearsed it multiple times in your bathroom. About to open your mouth to at least say something, he quickly hushes you with the tip of his finger placed gently over your mouth. 

No words needed to be exchanged as Peter saw every word you wanted to say in your eyes. This was the first time ever in your years of knowing him that you looked at him with such…relief. Usually whenever he stared into your beautiful eyes, all he saw was hatred toward him and irritation. But, now he just wants to get on his knees and thank the heavens you’re finally looking at him the same way he’s looked at you for years. Slowly, he starts to lean in, his eyes focused on just one thing at the moment. You let your eyes flutter closed, as you were just going to let the moment happen, to finally just let go and let your heart do the talking for once. 

Suddenly, before you could even graze your lips together, his body heat felt as if he was just yanked away from you. And he was. The sound of someone crashing into the floor filled your enhanced eardrums, until you finally opened your eyes to see what had happened. Your eyes widened at the sight, as Peter laid on the ground, groaning slightly in pain with Gally hovering above him. 

“Peter!” You screamed, about to run over to him, only to be held back by Minho. Thomas lifted from an unconscious Felix, a satisfied grin on his face as there was merely a bruise on his cheek, while Felix…didn’t look so good. You cringed at the sight of blood spilling from his nose, a pang of guilt starting to form at the pit of your stomach. 

Thomas’s grin didn’t last for long, as he turned his attention to the slightly dazed greaser picking himself off the ground, spitting on the carpet in the process. Sadly, looking around, the socs outnumbered the greasers as a lot of them were being held down, just like their leader. Guess it wasn’t a smart idea to bring a knife to a gun fight. 

Peter finally collected himself off the floor, and with the snap of Thomas’s fingers Peter was lifted from the floor and held as well as the others. Grunting slightly, he weakly smirks in Thomas’s direction, chuckling slightly. 

“What’s so funny, grease?” 

“Never thought I’d see your ugly mug out of the hospital this early, Tommy…” He looks around, an eyebrow raised high. “Where’s Newt-Ah!” Before he could finish his smart question, the person who held his arms behind his back twisted them around slightly, pain shooting through them in a flash. 

With a curt nod, the pain stopped and the grin returned to Thomas’s face for a split second. “That’ll do, John.” 

“Oh, John!” Peter smiles brightly, looking behind him as well as his neck would allow him. “Fantastic party, man. The music, the food,” He looked around at the destruction they all caused, snickering to himself. “But, man, you really let this place go.”

This only earned him a growl from the host, as he used his free hand to turn his head roughly back in Thomas’s direction. Said person slowly made his way over to the unusually happy greaser, confusing you and the conscious lost boys.  

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“You’ve made a ton of stupid-ass decisions in your life, Pan. Too many to keep track of. Too many to count.” He kept his slow pace walking toward Peter, his face unreadable. “These couple of days…take the cake of them being your absolutely most dumbest of stunts you’ve ever pulled.”

“And what might those be again? Since you’re monologuing, might as well keep everyone else up to pace-” Thomas was quick to shut him up by punching him square in his mouth. A large groan escaped his parted lips, blood starting to pool from his now busted bottom one.

“I am getting sick of your smart mouth, Pan. It’s just as irritating as…” Thomas looked over in your direction, his train of thought lost. Your throat became dry as he looked intensely at you, his posture changing immediately once the two of you made eye contact. He cocked his head to John, winking. “Turn em’ around.”

Without hesitation, John rotated, making sure that Peter’s head was held up and paying attention. Thomas made his way over to you, a small squeal escaping your mouth as you tried to push yourself as far away from him as possible, but Minho held you in place. 

This caught Peter’s attention as he watched you squirm, the playfully glint in his eyes vanishing as he saw the fear in yours. 

“What do you say, Minho? The shirt…or the skirt?” He slowly started to unbutton your blouse, one by one while smirking darkly at you. With a small lick to his lips, he nodded to the blouse. 

“Definitely the shirt…” 

“Great choice, my friend. No gal in town has tits like Y/n’s…wouldn’t you agree, Pan?” He was down to the last few buttons, but you’ve already been exposed enough for the group of guys to see. The whistles and cheers made your blood boil, that shameful and dirty feeling coming back. You gasped once you felt one of his hands start to grope you, the feeling of vomit starting to build up in your throat. “So round…so perky…I can’t even remember what they look like…why not find out-”

“Stop it!” Peter growled, thrashing against John’s hold on him. “Get your hands off her, Thomas, or I swear to God I’ll-!”

“Or you’ll what?” Thomas turns to face him, a large and smug grin on his face. “What are you gonna do, huh?”

“Let’s take this outside. You and me, one on one. You want revenge for your buddy, then let’s settle this. But leave her out of this…you’ve put her through enough..”

“Peter, no! Don’t this for-!” Minho quickly covered your mouth, nodding his head at Thomas. You weren’t the only one who saw this as a bad idea. The Lost Boys were protesting as well, worried looks on their faces. Peter wasn’t buff. The only thing he had an advantage on Thomas was wit, and group numbers. Without his Lost Boys there was only a small chance of Peter making it out alive…

Thomas chuckles for a moment, rubbing his hands together. “A chance to kick your ass until you’re nothing but blood on the pavement? Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse. Half an hour. Out on the old baseball field. No posses, no weapons.” 

With a nod of his head, the Lost Boys and Peter were released from their holds, most of them rushing to Felix to help him off the floor, holding up his unconscious body. Peter groaned, stretching out his muscles and letting his bones crack back into place. He spat at John’s shoes, nearly getting blood on them. Once he looked over at you, he glared at Minho. Getting the message with the roll of his eyes, he lets you go. You try and rush over to Peter, only to be held back by her shirt. 

“Whoa, whoa, there, sweetheart. You’re gonna stay right here.”

“Hey, we had a deal! Y/n-”

“Just so there’s no funny business, and I can count on you being the only one showing up…Y/n here is gonna be my little cheerleader, like she always is. That alright with you?” He looked over at Peter, already knowing he can’t deny it. Peter stared at him darkly, his nostrils flaring at Thomas’s smug face. 

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“Fine. But lay one hand on her without any consent, and I’ll make sure your next hospital visit is lethal.” 

Thomas only scoffed, but agreed. With that, Peter whistled, signaling his lost boys that it was time for them to leave. On their way out, Peter lit up a cigarette, blowing the smoke in Thomas’s face. With a few coughs, he glares at the boy, about ready to chew him up and spit him right back out. If it weren’t for you stepping in between the two of them and placing a gentle kiss to Peter’s cheek, he would have. 

You looked up at him with worried eyes, only for him to give you one of his famous smirks that sent chills down any girl’s back. Taking the cig out of his mouth, he places it in yours, letting you inhale the toxin. Close enough to a kiss, good enough for you. 

“See ya tonight, doll.” 

Honest Mistake (Part 2) - Mercy76

I had so many requests that I write more and, well, I did. So thank you to everyone who requested more. As I like how this ends, I will not be continuing this one. But please subscribe and stayed tuned for more Mercy76 fics! I’ll be writing more!

Part 1:  http://xavirne.tumblr.com/post/159763250572/honest-mistake-mercy76


Fireworks

She wasn’t sure why, but Fareeha insisted that Genji come along. She also hated that she was forced to sit upfront with Jesse. Why couldn’t she ride in the back with Jack and Fay? No, instead Fareeha thought it would be a grand idea to sit Genji in the middle and Jack directly behind Jesse. Doing this allowed Fay the opportunity to text Angela the entire drive.

Srsly, Jack? Of all people, Jack.

She glanced down at her phone and rolled her eyes. Picking it up, she texted back: Yes, Jack. I like Jack. He’s nice. Why don’t you approve?

Not a minute later, she had a return text: He’s so old! Old enough to be my dad! Ewww!

With a groan, she wrote back: He’s not that much older. And besides, I don’t care. If he makes me laugh and smile, isn’t that all that matters? He… he makes me feel complete.

A kick came to the back of her seat and then another text: Fine, fine. But the sex! I’m worried about the sex!

Angela blushed at that text: Do I even want to ask :scaredemoji:

She snorted: But he’ll need to take Viagra. There’s no way he can get it up and keep it up at that age. He’s, what… gotta be pushing 70?!

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Taken

Originally posted by comnderleksa

Request:  First of all I adore your writing it’s honestly really good <3 Can you maybe do an Imagine where the reader is a part of the 100 and always cares for everyone and makes sure no one does something stupid but she suddenly disappears and the 100 are searching for her?

Word Count: 1,709

           “Y/n, you should go get some sleep.” You jumped at the sound of Kane’s voice. You were slaving over a microscope slide, studying the effects of the Earth’s potential radiation on the Sky People’s cells. The work was important to the future of your people, but it was taking so much of your time.

           Kane, who was like a father to you, stood over you and eyed you with worry and love. His eyes were tired and his hair disheveled. Apparently he had fallen asleep, too.

           “Yeah you’re right. See you in the morning.” You yawned and exited the medical tent to get to your tent. You shared a tent with Clarke and Raven, your two best girl friends from the Ark. Raven was at a fire hanging with friends and Clarke was on guard duty per usual. So you had the tent all too yourself. You lay in bed and looked at the ceiling until sleep came. Before you slept, you thought about the 100 and your time on Earth. You could confidently say that everyone here loved you and the things you did for them. After Clarke became leader, she couldn’t handle working in the medical unit as much, so you stepped up. You invented medicines, treatments, and completed vital research. You saved Bellamy and Murphy once after a hunting trip went wrong, with an herbal concoction that packed wounds. Ever since, the Sky People looked at you like they would a superhero. You drifted to sleep with a smile on your face. Life on the ground, while hard, was not bad at all.

You woke with a start. The room was dark and the floor was cold and wet. Freezing cold water droplets fell on your face. You tried to move, only to discover that your hands were tied behind your back and your legs were bound to an object you couldn’t see. Your throat hurt like you had been choked and your head was pounding almost as loudly as your heart. ‘Where am I?’ You thought. You were shaking to the point that your bones physically hurt, but you couldn’t stop.  

           A door opened at the front of the cell and a tall, buff figure walked in. He threw a turkey leg at you, grunted, and headed back to the door. “H-hey, where am I?” You asked, your voice wavering. He turned to face you.

           “Blood will have blood.” He hissed and slammed the cell door; darkness enveloping you again.

The Sky People started their day normally. Everyone woke up, went to breakfast, and then went to their jobs. Raven went to the engineering lab, Clarke to her post at the fence, Bellamy to the forest to hunt for dinner, etc. It wasn’t until Kane and Abby made their way to the medical unit that something seemed off.

           “Where’s Y/n?” Abby asked.

           “I sent her to bed last night, haven’t seen her since…she’s always here on time.” Kane replied while raising an eyebrow. He exited the tent and went next door to the lab where Raven was working.

           “Raven, have you seen Y/n?” Kane questioned.

           “I saw her go to bed. I ended up in another tent so I didn’t see her after that. Why?”

           He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “She’s not at the med lab. I don’t remember seeing her at breakfast either.”

           “Ask Clarke or Bell, they might know. I’ll go check the tent.”

           Kane, Abby, and Raven walked out into the camp determinedly. Raven went one way while Kane and Abby went toward the gate. “Clarke!” Abby shouted to get her attention, “Have you seen Y/n? She’s not at work.”

           She shook her head no. “I haven’t seen her since dinner. I was on guard until late last night. When I went to bed I just slept in Jasper’s tent because it was closest to me and I was too tired to walk.”

           Abby started to worry, and that anxiety only escalated when Raven came back. Y/n wasn’t in her tent, but some stuff had been thrown on the floor, almost like there had been a struggle.

           “She couldn’t have been taken by someone. Everyone here likes her, and unless someone miraculously snuck in…” Clarke started after reading the expression on Abby and Kane’s face.

           “Who was on guard last night after you went to bed?” Kane asked. He still feared the worst.

           “Murphy…Kane I don’t think he did anything to her if that’s what you’re thinking. They’re good friends.” Kane power walked to Murphy’s tent and threw the front flap open. Murphy jumped.

           “What the hell, Kane?” Murphy yelled.

           “Have you seen Y/n?” Kane sneered losing his patience.

           “No, I haven’t. I was on guard all last night.”

           “Yeah, I know. We’ve got one of our people missing because someone took her from the camp while you were on duty. Did you see anything last night?”

           “Uh I mean I saw someone, or thought, I saw someone in the woods. I followed them but they disappeared and I assumed it was an animal since they got away so fast. Wait, Y/n’s missing?”

           Kane stormed out of the tent and back to Clarke and Bellamy. “Get a team together,” Kane ordered, “Someone’s taken Y/n.”

An hour later, a search group made up of Clarke, Bellamy, Murphy, Raven, Jasper, and Kane was ready to go. Abby and Octavia stayed behind in case you came back. They were equipped with guns and knives, some food, and some of the medicine you made.

           “Who would have taken her? She hasn’t got any enemies does she?” Raven sighed. She originally wasn’t going to come because of her leg, but she felt so much responsibility for your disappearance that she had to come. They all felt responsible, but Murphy did especially. Bellamy, who was close to you in a way that Raven and Clarke didn’t understand, definitely made sure Murphy felt as guilty as possible.

           “Well, if Murphy was actually doing his job, this wouldn’t have happened.” Bellamy snapped. Murphy turned to face him and threw a punch at his face, but Bellamy caught it with his fist.

           “Bellamy, if you make one more snide comment, I’m going to punch you,” Clarke snapped. “Everyone’s on edge. Yes, one of our own was taken from inside our camp, but that does not mean it was Murphy’s fault. You know just as well as me that the fence has faults. Someone could have used those faults to their advantage.”

           “The Grounders…” Bellamy whispered.

           “What?” The others said.

           “Blood will have blood…Murphy, our last hunting trip…”

           A week ago, on that hunting trip turned wrong, Bellamy and Murphy ran into a Grounder who tried to kill them and take the meat they had gotten. They didn’t mean to kill her, but she was threatening them, and they had to protect themselves and their people. That’s all anyone on Earth was trying to do anymore: protect their people and no one else. But their rash decision may have lead to the Grounders taking you. Once Bellamy made the connection that his actions led to this, he backed off Murphy.

           “I guess where we need to go.” Kane said. No one spoke the rest of the trip.

The man from before opened the cell door again, and stomped over to your body. He picked you off the floor by the chains around your hands. You cried out in pain, and he laughed. He pushed you forward, out into the hall, and to the room he has taken you to so many times. They tortured you so often that it felt like you had been there for weeks, when it really had only been days.

           He put you on the slab, cuffed your hands above your head, and pulled tightly. A seemingly gorgeous woman walked in, her long brown hair covering her eyes. She was no taller than 5’7” and very skinny, but she somehow was the leader of these people. She was the one who has been torturing you this whole time. She kept talking about a girl that the Sky People killed and that you were being used as revenge.

           “Are you going to ask me questions about things I don’t know some more? Because if so, you’re wasting your time.” You snarled, knowing you were going to regret that comment later.

           “I can see you still have your sense of sarcastic humor. That is a dangerous, dangerous thing to have in this place, especially in the position you’re in.” You stared back completely emotionless. She laughed. “We have been nothing but kind to your people. They killed one of ours, so it’s time to pay back the blood they’ve spilled.” She held up a large knife coated in a sort of substance.

           “Why me though?” You asked, trying so hard to keep a tough demeanor.

           “Everyone there likes you. Maybe it’ll finally teach the Sky People to stay out of our way.”

           “Don’t you think killing me will make everything worse?”

           “A risk I’m willing to take.” She looked into your eyes and placed a hand on your cheek before digging the knife into your stomach. Immediately, darkness clouded your vision and blood rushed down your stomach and legs.

           There was a bang behind the woman digging the knife into you and someone shouted your name. You couldn’t see anything so you weren’t sure what was going on. You felt your hands fall to your sides as someone uncuffed them and felt warm arms wrap around you.

           “It’s going to be alright, Y/n,” Someone said. You couldn’t place the source of the voice, “Stay awake, Y/n. Stay awake.”

           You fought the fog that cloudy your brain, or tried to. It wasn’t long before you drifted to sleep. When you came to, you were in the medical tent. An IV stuck out of your arm and a heart monitor softly beeped next to you. Clarke was asleep on the bed next to you and you could see Bellamy’s hair poking through the door frame. He was always keeping watch. You moved your hand to wake Clarke up. She jumped.

           “Y/n, you’re okay!”

           “Yeah, I’m okay. Sore, but okay.”

           “We’re never letting you out of our sights again.”

Final Fantasy XV Character Headcanons Part 4: Studying

Literally five hours until my final, and I’m writing this because I slept 3hrs last night before my brain woke me up at 2am and just wouldn’t let me go to sleep. So I decided to study… but realized that studying so close to the exam was counterproductive. So, now, I’m waiting for breakfast to cook, and just decided to write this down as I wait… (because holy shit do I need an Ignis or Gladio in my life, I’m an academic failure) Like how even does chem and bio work???

Originally posted by deez-nocts


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Dauntless: What Are You Afraid of? ( Part 2)

Eric  x oc
​​​warnings: language, extreme violence

Dauntless (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,Part 7, ​Part 8​, Part 9​, ​Part 10​, ​Part 11​, ​​​​​​​Part 12​​, Part 13​​, Part 14​​, ​Part 15,​Part 16,   Part 17​, ​Part 18,​Part 19​, Part 20, Part 21)

Dauntless: Jealous Much?

​Dauntless: Competition

​Dauntless: Uh oh

​Dauntless: What Are You Afraid Of? (​Part 1​, ​Part 2​)


Funny how my bad feelings work out.

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Rebel Girl

Requested by @mysteriouscrystalnomad: Reid and the Reader meet some of her old friends from high school. She was in the “badass” group, and it leaves him feeling insecure.


The minute they walked into the coffee shop, he starts looking around, trying to pinpoint which group of people might be the right group. Some of Y/N/s old friends from high school are in town, and they’ve asked her to meet up, an invitation that has been extended to Reid as well. At various tables there are small gatherings. Is it the group with matching navy coats? The table where four books are stacked in the center, people gesturing at them excitedly every few seconds? He’s fairly certain that he can safely rule out the group in the back, with leather jackets and piercings as –

“Doc!” shouts a guy with bright blue hair. He waves in their direction and Reid is about to ask whether not the man means him, until Y/N grins and runs over, leaving him momentarily shell-shocked.

The blue-haired man holds out a fist, and they perform a short, intricate handshake before he claps her on the back, a gesture that is followed by hugs from the others sitting around the table.

“This is your friend?” asks a girl with two nose rings.

Y/N nods, and beckons him over. “Everyone, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. My boyfriend. Spence, this is the gang.” In rapid-fire succession she introduces them – the girl with the nose rings is Gemma, the blue-haired man is Neil, the bald girl is Ebony, the guy with the Mohawk is Nico, and the man with the thick glasses is Yuta.

“So, looks like our Doc found herself a doctor. Impressive.”

“I, uh, I’m not that kind of doctor. They’re PhDs,” Reid clarifies, taking a seat beside Y/N at the table.

Ebony nods, smiling. “That’s just as well. Typical Y/N, always showing us up. Like the locker wars.”

“Oh, now I can’t take all the credit for that,” she laughs. “I wasn’t the only mastermind, after all. Nico was the one who figured out how to swipe the master key without being caught.”

The table bursts into raucous laughter and the hurried mutterings of what he assumes are inside jokes. Feeling entirely out of the loop, he asks, “Locker wars?”

“It’s a long story,” Nico says, in a way tone that clearly excludes him. You wouldn’t get it because you weren’t there. “Essentially it was a large-scale prank involving several members of the student body. Some of whom were rather unprepared for what they found.”

“Oh god, like Nina Vangaard,” interjects Yuta, and they all laugh once more. “Doc, that was absolutely one of your more innovative ideas. I still can’t believe how many water balloons you fit in there.”

Hoping she’ll  be more receptive to his questions, he asks Y/N, “Why do they call you Doc?”

“Well, the six of us were sort of… like a little gang. Or at least, that’s how we fancied ourselves. Causing trouble, making mischief, that sort of thing. But always for good. Like if Robin Hood and the Merry Men were a bunch of leather-clad punk teenagers. So we gave ourselves nicknames. Neil was Operation, because he was always getting hurt and stitched up in some crazy scheme of his. Yuta was Picasso, since he was always getting these crazy tattoos.”

Gemma jumps in as well, saying, “I was obsessed with Rocky Horror, so I was Rocky. Ebony was Queen, since she listened to Bikini Kill exclusively for almost two years straight.”

“Hey, ‘Rebel Girl’ is an amazing song!” Ebony says.

Gemma rolls her eyes. “The Runaways were so much better. Anyways, Nico was the Duke, because he was our de facto leader. And Y/N was Doc, because of the pair of red Doc Martens she always wore. That, and she sort looked out for everyone.”

Especially Nico,” jokes Neil, smirking.

Y/N turns red as Ebony adds, “I think she did a little more than look out for him.”

It doesn’t take much to put the pieces together. Reid glances at Nico, feeling rather self-conscious. Though he’s much taller than the man with the Mohawk, he’s nowhere near as buff. Or intimidating. It’s obvious from the way the others defer to him, regard him, that he’s well-respected in their circle. A leader, one with quiet charisma and a rebellious streak. All of them were pretty hard core back in the day it seems. While he had his nose buried in books. He can only imagine what they would’ve said about him.

Ebony passess him her phone, to show him a photo of the gang. They all wear leather jackets, with various extreme haircuts and piercings. In the middle is Y/N, with hair that is black, a streak of brilliant red in the front, cut shorter than he’s ever seen it. A choker is around her neck, a stud in her nose, and her hands on the chest of a younger version of Nico. The younger incarnation sports heavy eyeliner and a brooding stare, and has an arm wrapped rather possessively around her.

He can definitely imagine what they would’ve said about him.

The photo only serves to make him feel more insecure, excluded from this strange gathering of memories. As they reminisce about old pranks and crazy misadventures, he finds himself wishing he’d just stayed home. He doesn’t belong here. Does he even belong with her at all? She’d told him about getting into trouble as a teenager, but he’d never heard about this group of people in much detail. Six rebels from a bygone era, when anarchy was in. They are nostalgia dressed in black.

“Remember when they dressed up as Sid and Nancy?” Yuta asks, nodding towards Nico and Y/N. “That was junior homecoming, wasn’t it? The year Neil tried to spike the punch.”

“Back when we thought you two were going to get married. When you weren’t masterminding revolution and anarchy, you were trying to outbang even the Sex Pistols,” Gemma adds.

Nico shakes his head, the slightest smile appearing on his indifferent face. “Nah. Marriage was way too establishment for us.” The absence of denial in regards to the sex part doesn’t go unnoticed by Reid. Whoever he was to Y/N, they were serious once upon a time. How does he measure up to this guy? This cool, unflappable rebel?

From what he can gather, they were all as brilliant as they were fearless. Undaunted by life and the rules of society. He tries to distract himself as much as possible until the group finally decides it’s time to go their separate ways, and they say goodbye with that complex handshake, a few hugs, and promises to meet again sometime.

Reid and Y/N have walked a few blocks when she asks him, “What’s bothering you?”

“W-what do you mean?”

“Spencer, I know you. Something’s wrong, you hardly said a word for an hour and half. Did we say something that bothered you? Do you not like them?”

Reid sighs, fidgets with his hands, and tries to find the right words. He settles for just blurting out the truth. “I’m just feeling kind of… lame compared to them. I didn’t realize that’s what your friends were like. You could’ve warned me, you know. About what I was getting into them. And that one of them was your ex? Is that the kind of guy you’re into?” He doesn’t mean for that last bit to come out, but he can’t help it.

She raises her eyebrows, tilts her head as though trying to see something that isn’t quite clear. “Are you jealous, Dr. Reid?”

Obviously so. “I know it’s silly to be jealous of someone you dated thirteen years ago, but I am. All of you were brave and fearless, and I’ve never been that kind of person.” He stares down at the sidewalk, focusing on the little cracks and bumps in the pavement. Embarrassment is nothing new, he’s never seen himself in any grand light. But he doesn’t want Y/N to see him that way. Doesn’t want to lose her.

“We weren’t brave,” she says. “We were reckless, and dumb. And Nico? He’s just a poser. The whole non-conformist thing is such an act. I was into brooding assholes back then, but that’s when I was sixteen. I’ve changed.”

Her hand cups his cheek gently, directing his gaze back to her, and he finds a smile on her face. “Spence, you’re in the FBI. You hunt serial killers, you save lives, and you read more books in a week than some people do in their entire lives. You are the bravest man I’ve ever met. And I love you.” The kiss she gives him is passionate, frenetic. Chaotic.

And he loves it. He loves her. Loves her no matter who she was or who she is or who she’ll become. Sometimes love feels like the most rebellious act. Accepting that sort of love, stronger and truer than he thought he’d ever have, is a revolution.

Back at her apartment, she slips into her bedroom for a moment, and comes out wearing a black leather jacket and that same pair of red Doc Martens he saw in the photo. She marches over to him, grinning.

“My riot grrrl days may be behind me, but you know what they say. You can take the girl out of the riot, but you can’t take the riot out of the girl. Now that this secret has been revealed, I hope you don’t mind me wearing these every day for the rest of our lives,” she teases.

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

He wraps his arms around her, taking comfort in the fact that he could spend the rest of his life with her. It takes courage to love that hard. She makes him braver, every day. But he’ll never be reckless with this love, never careless or dumb.

She doesn’t need anyone to take care of her or protect her. But she lets him. And he’ll look out for her until the end of time.

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Akatsuki genderbent headcanons

(warning, kind of long)


Pein would be the stern librarian type woman. Like, you can sense her aura from miles away. Slender, and not too impressive to look at, but can intellectually demolish you. Hair is about shoulder length, cut to be convenient, not pretty.

Konan would be average Japanese male height, but pleasingly buff. Definitely eye candy. Doesn’t feel like cutting his hair, just pins it up. Seriously, but full of content (lying) smiles.

Kakuzu is busty. Also incredibly uncaring about clothes, will reveal any amount of skin besides her face. Has no doubt dabbled in the sex industry because she had the body and heard it paid well. Takes very good care of her hair and skin.

Hidan does not give. A. Shit. About her body or hair, okay? Still completely devoted to Jashin, but is almost yandere in actions. Somehow is pleasing to look at despite not taking a bath unless she’s participated in a slaughter.

Itachi is gorgeous, and nothing short. Maybe ethereal would also fit. About the same length as canon, but always tied back. Is confessed to by strangers, but always just disappears in a puff of smoke. Lean, but muscle-y.

Kisame is a buff, powerful girl. Tall, but not as tall, maybe by a few inches. Towers over most men still. Has a nice set of abs, and a great butt, her pride and joy, but not much boob. Frightening when approached from behind. Keeps hair cut short, but it’s silky.

Sasori is actually a little shorter. Longer hair, in a bob style cut, and her eyes are darker. Sharper. More dangerous looking. Carries herself in a way that makes her feel superior to you. Nice set of boobs and hips, but wears clothing that hides the exact curve of her ass.

Deidara curvy all the way, with… a bit of chub on her? She composes songs to go along with the sounds of explosions. Exact same hair, just more taken care of. A little taller in height, and always seen with a smirk or grin on her face.

Zetsu is thin, like a flower stem. Pulls off ‘tall but petite but also tough as hell’. Black Zetsu talks more trash, calls everyone ‘bitch’, White Zetsu makes them sleep in beds of flowers under the sun, in the rain. Hair is pretty boyish, if not a little longer in the back.

Tobito’s mask is a little more stylish, a comedy/tragedy theater mask. Behind it is crazy, unkempt hair that would reach mid shoulder blades if brushed out. Has a nice ass, but the shape of her hips is hidden by weapon pouches.