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]
[Akiteru, Kei, Kageyama and Hinata here]
[Ladies of Karasuno here]

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.

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)

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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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Pairing: Jax Teller x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: You’ve been working at the shop for a while now, and have formed a crush on Jax and he has one on you, but you don’t know. You get jealous when he starts to flirt with a Crow Eater at a party and you confront him about it, but spill your feelings for him. 

I’ve Always Loved You

“Hey (Y/N), the boys are throwing a party tonight. Are you going?” Cherry swirled on the spinny chair behind the office desk. I could hear the bubble gum popping between her teeth. I look up to see her with a smirk playing at her lips. I have been working at the club for a couple months now, after Gemma hired me. Everyone has been really welcoming and I love my job. There is one problem though, I have a huge crush on the VP of the Sons of Anarchy. He’s way out of my league and will never have feelings for me, but a girl can dream.

“I don’t know? I was just thinking about staying in tonight.” I look back down at the paper work and I hear her chuckle.

“Come on, Jax is gonna be there. I know you want to see him.” Cherry’s heels clicked across the cemet and I chewed on my lip.

“I don’t kn-”

“Just say yes! Don’t be a prude. Also, this might be your only chance to get close to Jax.” She nudged me with her elbow and I giggled. Cherry was my best friend, and the only one who knew about my feelings for Jax. I helped him through a lot when it came to Abel and Wendy. He talked to me about the club, and I felt like he really trusted me. He was such a good friend. He helped me with a lot of my problems as well.

“Fine! I’ll go!”

“Where are you going?” I hear a familiar deep voice and butterflies errupt in my stomach. I spin around to see the blonde haired, buff, man in front of me. Jax Teller.

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Missing You (M)

Request- Hi sweet pea! I would like to request a namjoon smut about public sex!!! Love youuuuuu!! 

Sorry this took me so long. I love feedback! I would also like to say, thank tou all so much for the 700 followers. We passed that mark a couple days ago, but I forgot to say something. So, I just want to say thank you so much, I really appreciate it. Truly thank you all so much x 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes, you have been warned! 

Enjoy! 

Originally posted by nikatato


It has been three months. Ninety-four days. two thousand, two hundred and fifty-six hours since you left Namjoon. Your four year relationship with Namjoon was a whirl wind of emotion. 

Those four years consisted of some of your most cherished moments. When you left, you not only walked out on your love, your person. You walked out on your best friend. Months before the break up you and Namjoon had started to fight. You lost yourselves. You both were running away from one another, rather then confiding in one another. 

It wasn’t like you both. You had a close relationship, but it started to crumble. And you hated. Namjoon was there through some of your hardest times, as you were for him during his. 

You missed him a lot. You missed his smile, his laugh, the way he talked.. and everything in between. Going from being with someone everyday, to not seeing them at all. Was extremely hard, especially when its someone you love. 

Namjoon was going up and up in the world, you didn’t want to hold him back. The fighting had been draining him physically and emotionally, has it had been to you. That you walked out. Kissing his lips, for what you thought was the last time. 

You locked your feelings for Namjoon away, trying to get on with your life. It was probably the hardest thing you ever had to do. When you were having a bad day all you wanted to do was run into his arms, but you couldn’t. Which always made that day worse, knowing you couldn’t run to him anymore. 

Three months. Ninety-four days. two thousand, two hundred and fifty-six hours and you decided to get back out there. Not romantically looking for anyone, but to have a good time with your locked away feelings. 

The night was going well for a start. You watched your friends try to sexy dance with a group of very horny men, they weren’t hiding there boners. You stood next to the bar giggling at the sight in front of you. You were sipping on your drink slowly, not wanting to be to intoxicated. 

“What’s a pretty girl like you standing here alone?” You cringe at the strangers opening line. Turning with an awkward smile, he was much taller then you and very buff. 

“I’m just taking a break from dancing.” You turn back to the bar, taking another swing of your drink. 

“Let me buy you a drink. I promise I don’t bite, and I’m gay so I’m not trying to get in your pants. I’m just bored.” He sighs, taking a seat on the stole at the bar, you follow suit, sitting beside him. 

You learn his name is Minho and is a really nice guy. He makes your night, he shamelessly commented on anyone that passed by. Commenting on their clothes, looks and dancing. He even showed you have a slut drop is done. 

“Oh my god!” You scream with the laughter as he comes back up from the floor so fast. 

“And that’s how we do that.” He chuckles, taking a big gulp of his drink. “Oh honey, that guy over there is shooting heart eyes at you.” Minho squeals in an excitement. 

“How do you know hes looking at me and not you.” You giggle, eyes trying to find the man hes talking about in the crowd. 

“Honey, trust me, I know. This guy is looking at you how I look at nuggets. Now that’s real love.” You cackle at his statement. “He’s the one in the white shirt, beside the Dj.” Your eyes scan the floor, landing on a white shirt. Your eyes drift up to the man wearing the shirt. His eyes already on yours. It can’t be. 

“Namjoon.” You breathe out, not taking your eyes away from his, till Minho takes you out of your trance. 

“What?” 

“The guy, his name is Namjoon. I dated him, we broke up three months ago.” You say sadly, you glance back to where Namjoon was standing moments ago but hes gone. 

The box of stored away feelings as been opened. Just seeing him made all those feelings rush back to you. Even you were fighting a lot at the end of your relationship, you still loved Namjoon. It took a lot more then a few tubes of ice-cream and time to get over a lover. A lover that was truly amazing. Those sappy movies don’t let you know how hard it is to get over someone, it was a faux ami, (a false friend.) 

You decided to take to the dance floor, let loose. It is what you came to do. You thought Namjoon wouldn’t want to see you. Namjoon was always quite to forget and move on. It was his way of coping. 

You swayed your hips to the beat of the music, Minho krumping making you giggle. A few men took interest in you, but you shook them off. Your eyes kept drifting around the room looking for a certain long legged man. But he was no where to be seen, so you ignored the tightness in your chest, the want to see him. The need to. 

As you were getting into your grove, because the Dj played ‘Wonna be’ by the spice girls, you bumped into someone. You turn to say your condolences, but his hands on your hips keep you in place. His hot breath on your neck. You know exactly who it was.  

“I missed you, I do miss you.” His hands tighten around your waist, keeping you close to him. His lips pressing to your neck in a sweet kiss. It was like Namjoon was trying to show you how much he missed you through the small kiss. 

You moan for the little pleasure you were getting, you had missed Namjoon so much. Not just as a person, but sexually too. Namjoon knew his way around your body like the back of his hand. He spent so long studying your body, he still remember all your sweet spots. 

Songs begin to pass one by one, you still remain in Namjoon’s hold grinding up against him. His mouth kissing your neck and shoulder blades, his hands holding you tight. He grunted in your ear the harder you grind up against him, feeling his hard dick up against your ass. You moan when he sucks hard on your neck, loving how his lips were so soft on your neck. 

“Fuck, I need you.” Namjoon groaned, his hands on your hips, guiding you through the crowd on the dance floor. Leading you to the bathroom in the club. He ushers you into the little room, your happy to see its clean. Namjoon locks the door behind the both of you, hoisting you up on the counter, he spreads your legs standing in between them. 

He gazes into your eyes. looking into yours with a deep lust. His hand comes up to your face, putting his fingers through your hair. He kept his hand on the back of your head, pulling you forward to connect his lips with yours. 

You could feel all Namjoons feelings in this kiss, you loved it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers smoothing over the hair on the back of his neck. You were kissing Namjoon back with just s much passion, as he was kissing you with. Namjoon’s hand leaves your hair, moving to wrap around your waist, as his other hand his griping your thigh. 

“I missed you so so much.” He mumbles against your lips. Swiping his tongue over your lip, you part your lips. Letting his tongue enter your mouth playing with yours. Everything about Namjoon you missed. The way his hands danced over your skin, his kiss, his scent, his deep voice in your ear. Having him back was blissful. 

The hand that was resting on your thigh started to inch closer and closer to your core. Rubbing fast circles into your core, letting moan slip past your lips. You run your hands down along his torso, before you get to his pants. Popping open the button, opening the zip and pushing them down his legs, along with his boxers. Namjoon kisses your neck. 

“I missed you too, Joonie.” You wrap your hand around his hard erection, pumping him slowly. Running your thumb over the tip, making Namjoon groan into your neck. 

“Fuck, I need to be inside you.” Namjoon lifts you off the counter, turning you to face the counter. He hoists up your dress to lay around your waist. He swiftly pulls down your panties, letting them fall to the ground. Namjoon rubs the tip of his dick up and down your slit, teasing you. 

“Namjoon, please.” You moan out. He positioned himself, slowly pushing his dick into your throbbing pussy. He halted any movements when he was balls deep in your pussy, letting you adjust. 

“Y-you can move now, puh..lease.” You pant out, loving how Namjoon fills you up. Namjoon doesn’t waste any time, before his hips are slamming into your ass. Namjoons trusts are fast and hard, you’re sure any one in a 20 foot radius knows whats happening in the bathroom. 

“Mhmm, I love your tight pussy wrapped around me.” Namjoon pulls you up against his chest. One of his hands cup your breast, as the other plays with your clit. 

Namjoon was fucking you like hes trying to make up for lost time, whispering dirty comments in your ear. Your eyes roll back in your head in blissfulness, your head tilting back. 

“Baby your are so so beautiful, looking all fucked out. Did you miss having my cock?” Namjoon whispers in your ear, biting your ear lobe. He pounds into your harder, but slows down the pace, hitting your stop just right. 

“Oh, fuck. Joonie right there, keep going.” He trusts a few more times, before your walls are clenching around him, hard. 

“That’s it baby, cum all over my dick.” Namjoon grunts in your ear. Your moans are louder, as your orgasm takes over your body, making you shake. Namjoon thrusts hard into a few more times, pulling out and cumming all over your ass, grunting out your name. 

Namjoon grabs tissues cleaning his cum off you, pulling down your dress. He pulls up his pants butting them, taking off his jacket. 

“Here.” He wraps his jacket around your shoulders. He leans down to the floor picking up your underwear and putting the lace in his pocket, he smirks. You turn around to him, looking into his soft eyes, he pulls you into him, by your hips. You look up at him. 

“What does this make us?” 


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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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Act of Kindness | 03 |

0102 | 04 | 05 | 06

Yoo Kihyun | Fake Relationship!AU | Fluff | Smut

Since day one, boundaries and personal space were never really part of the picture.

 This time you’re the one fidgeting as you wait for Kihyun’s boss to enter the meeting room.

Yes, you’ve met up with him before, but you can’t help the butterflies in your stomach, kind of afraid of what possible ridiculous stories will be made up for the public. Everyone else in the room looks tired or bored, on their phones or conversing amongst one another.

“You okay?”

The deep voice makes you flinch, looking up and across the table to who it belongs to. You still don’t know any of their names, still having not done enough research to prepare you for however long you’ll be in cahoots with Starship Entertainment. But work and the need for sleep is very time-consuming.having not done enough research to prepare you for however long you’ll be in cahoots with Starship Entertainment. But work and the need for sleep is very time-consuming.having not done enough research to prepare you for however long you’ll be in cahoots with Starship Entertainment. But work and the need for sleep is very time-consuming.having not done enough research to prepare you for however long you’ll be in cahoots with Starship Entertainment. But work and the need for sleep is very time-consuming.having not done enough research to prepare you for however long you’ll be in cahoots with Starship Entertainment. But work and the need for sleep is very time-consuming.having not done enough research to prepare you for however long you’ll be in cahoots with Starship Entertainment. But work and the need for sleep is very time-consuming.having not done enough research to prepare you for however long you’ll be in cahoots with Starship Entertainment. But work and the need for sleep is very time-consuming.having not done enough research to prepare you for however long you’ll be in cahoots with Starship Entertainment. But work and the need for sleep is very time-consuming.

“Yeah, just a little cold,” you lie with a shrug and polite smile.

Once again you’re flinching when a thin jacket is spread over your bare thighs. Kihyun smooths out the fabric so that your lap is completely cover, and you move your attention away from the dirty blond in front of you in favor of looking to your right at the pink haired male. You wanted to look your best when meeting the source of your income, wanting to leave good impressions each time you see him. But you wish you would’ve worn pants instead of this pencil skirt because along with the cool weather outside, the temperature in the room is pretty low as well.

“Should’ve told me,” he says in a soft tone, giving you a light, comforting pat on the thigh before getting called into a conversation with a few of the others, leaving his hand on your lap.

“You’re lying,” the one from before states, teasing smile playing on his lips. “You’re nervous.”

Not only that, but you’re uncomfortable. You don’t know anything about anyone in the room, including Kihyun, and you’ve been waiting on the boss man for a good fifteen minutes.

“What’s your name again?” he asks, not minding that you ignored his last statement in favor of staring down at the jacket draped across your legs to play with the drawstrings.

“____.”

“Well, ____, I’m Changkyun, if you didn’t already know. But I’m guessing you don’t know who any of us are, do you?”

You laugh softly at his words, nodding in agreement. “I have no clue actually,” you admit with a sigh. You feel your shoulders relax, the tense atmosphere you’ve created in your mind slowly dissolving as you speak to Changkyun.

He points to the buff guy on the other side of Kihyun, telling you his name then going down the line of members. The only names you can place with their faces with Changkyun’s introductions are weird hair, the guy with the super short hair, man-child, frog-looking dude, and Minhyuk. Your face must show that the names except the last went in one ear and other the other because Changkyun is laughing at you again.

“I bet you’re not gonna remember anything I just said.”

The laughter between the two of you catches the attention of the other six males in the room, their conversation stopping. More specifically your laugh draws them into the action between you and Changkyun because they’re all looking at you.

“Are you trying to take my girl?” Kihyun scoffs, scooting closer to you and throwing an arm around you, ignoring your words from a few nights ago about his limits when touching you. But strangely enough, you don’t mind the contact. He looks down at you with a playful grin before bucking at Changkyun from across the table.

“I don’t have to try,” is Kihyun’s answer, Changkyun winking at you then looking at the male next to you smugly. The rest of the group hypes up the two, resulting in everyone (including you) laughing.

You slouch into the seat, absentmindedly leaning into Kihyun. Your nerves have disappeared and you feel good now. Everyone in the group seems close and genuinely kind, soon bringing you into conversations and warming up to you. It has you internally thanking a higher power that this arrangement won’t be much of a pain in the ass.


Running a hand through your locks to tame your bed-hair and rubbing your eye with the other, you walk out of your room.

“Do you want some breakfast?” you call out loudly for Krystal, rounding the corner to make your way into the living room.

She came back from visiting her sister in The States a few days ago. She didn’t speak to you for the first hour of being reunited after two weeks, and the first thing she finally said was “I’m waiting.” You told her everything that you were told to say a few days prior. You and Kihyun met about half a year ago at a birthday party a co-worker invited you to and that it’s been four months since the two of you have been dating. You gave her the excuse of his company making you vow not to tell a single soul when she asked why your relationship was hidden from her out of all people. Every excuse you gave her when she threw questions at you worked, and now the two of you are back to how things were before she left.

“I do.”

Your eyes open at the sound of a very familiar voice that doesn’t belong to your roommate. Kihyun stands on the other side of your door with a lopsided grin, while Krystal’s holding it open with a smirk. You know she wants to rub this in your face. After rejecting her want for meeting the man standing on your doormat, she kept asking, and now she’s getting what she wants.

You pull yourself together, switching the look of confusion on your face to a look of excitement.

“Hey baby,” you greet, opening your arms while walking up to him. The pet name feels foreign and heavy on your tongue, but it puts a bright smile on Kihyun’s face. He says his usual greeting (”Hey beautiful”). Arms wrapping around his shoulders when his own are around your waist, you rest your chin on his shoulder. “What are you doing here?” you whisper.

“We have a last minute date to go on,” he explains quietly, apology clear in his tone. He backs away a little to press a kiss to your temple. You hate to admit it, but your stomach flips the action, your teeth finding your bottom lip as you fight off the thoughts of how soft his lips are. His hands drag to your sides and he looks down at you with a smaller smile this time.

“You forgot about our plans, baby girl?” he asks loud enough for Krystal’s retreating ears to hear. Kihyun’s stare shifts down to look down at your body, taking in your over-sized shirt and spandex shorts.

Nodding, you drag your hands up to the back of his head and lace your fingers in his hair.

“Yeah. When Krystal got back it completely slipped my mind.”

This feels oddly natural. You aren’t internally cringing like you initially thought you would when you have to put on a show for others. The light squeeze on your sides confirms your thoughts. He’s a touchy person and even though you aren’t yourself, you don’t mind the feeling of his hands on you or his arms around you.

Twisting out of his grip you turn towards the kitchen, where Krystal had escaped to.

“By the way, this is my best friend and roommate Krystal. Krystal, you know who Kihyun is,” you introduce, hand gesturing back and forth between the two.

Krystal sends a glare your way at your last statement before slightly bowing at the pink haired male, him returning the gesture.

“I’m gonna go get dressed really quick. I won’t take long.”

You rummage through your closet to find something decent enough for your impromptu date, looking in the mirror and realizing how rough you look and that Kihyun really just saw you like that. You shouldn’t care, but you’d rather not look a complete mess in his presence (at least you brushed your teeth before running into him). After changing into some jeans, a sweater and riding boots you apply some mascara and lip gloss.

Good enough.


He’s been too quiet for too long.

Even though you barely know him, you can read him well. His body seems to be more on the tense side. Sipping on his iced coffee, lightly swinging your connected hands as the two of you walk down the sidewalk, right across from the one you met him on.

“Um,” you start, clearing your throat. “Something on your mind?”

Kihyun pauses in the midst of fitting his straw into his mouth, glancing down at your worried expression.

“Yeah, actually. You.”

A confused smile stretches your lips. What could he possibly be thinking about that pertains to you?

“I’m surprised you don’t hate me,” he says lowly, eyes scoping out your surroundings before falling back down at you. “You know, getting you into all of this mess and all. You seem like you don’t like a lot of attention and not saying I’m super popular or anything but it must feel like all eyes are on your every move and —”

You don’t mean to laugh when he’s clearly feeling so worried about you and guilty but you can’t stop the giggle from bubbling out of your throat. Switching from holding his palm to interlocking your fingers with his, you give his hand a squeeze, attempting to comfort him.

“I told you it’s not affecting me that much,” you say lightly. “I don’t pay attention to any of the articles or anything being said about me. People could be calling me ugly, a bitch or any other name in the book and I wouldn’t know,” you shrug, taking a sip of your own coffee.

Your words make the crease between his eyebrows go away, the muscles in his face relaxing. With a sigh, Kihyun nods, his pink bangs bouncing along with the movement.

“That makes me feel so much better,” he laughs. “By the way, nothing like that has been said as far as I’ve seen. Fans are taking this way better than we thought they would.”

The swing of his arm gets stronger and more playful as the tightness of his voice reduces. You crack a small smile at the childish action, but join in.

“Things have actually died down since we haven’t really been seen together since that night.”

“You wanna give them something to talk about?” you ask, brain not processing your words until it’s too late to stop them from coming out. The confused look he gives you is endearing, his lips pouted down and eyebrows reaching for his hairline. “I have a few things in mind.”

He hesitates but then tells you to express your thoughts.

“You could pin me against the wall and act like you’re going to kiss me,” you start, keeping a low voice so that the strangers walking by won’t hear. The confused look on his face transforms into a shocked one, his steps slightly faltering.

Maybe that’s too much for your first outing as an official couple.

“I mean if that’s too much for you then I could get on your back. It gives off good vibes and all that good stuff,” you offer, suddenly interested in your cup.

Listening to yourself talk makes you think that you just might watch too many romantic comedies.

“Or a back hug. I know most teen girls go crazy over those,” you chuckle, thinking back to the k-dramas you watched, all of them having the main guy surprise the main girl by coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her middle.

“Or we could wait since they’ll probably have enough to talk about seeing that this is our first public date,” you add in when he doesn’t say anything. When you look back up at him his face is blank, but his eyes are expressive. He’s taking in everything you’ve suggested, and just when you think he’s going to go with the very last option you gave—

Your back is softly pressed against the brick wall next to the door of a clothing store, eyes wide in surprise as you stare up at him. So he’s going with option one. Cool.

The area is kind of hidden but anyone searching for a story would definitely catch the two of you.

Once the initial shock fades away, you’re laughing softly at the whole situation. He could’ve done things way smoother for it to seem more realistic.

He doesn’t let go of your hand, bringing your clasped hands to your side as he leans down. His breath hits your cheek, gentle, steady puffs warming the skin. Kihyun seems to be so calm about this while you, on the other hand, feel like your heart just might beat out of your chest. You’re not the slightest bit nervous. But there’s something about his proximity and the scent of his cologne invading your senses. It has your breath catching in your throat and your heart suddenly beating a mile a minute. You’re surprised the plastic lid to your drink hasn’t popped off with how strong the grip on your cup has become.

Nose trailing along your cheek until it bumps into your own, he moves his face directly in front of yours. His brown eyes are wide as they look down into yours.

“Am I making you feel uncomfortable?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” you reply just as quietly.

Your eyes fall shut, the intense look in his orbs too much to handle.

“You sure?”

You hum in confirmation.

How long have you been pressed up against the wall? A few seconds? A few minutes? Your heart decided it didn’t want to calm the hell down and now your stomach feel fuzzy, and you’re not understanding your physiological responses right now.

“I think I should get you back home,” he whispers after a long moment of silence. “I have practice in about an hour.“ 

“Okay,” you rasp out.

On the way back to your car Kihyun’s arm finds its place around your shoulders, and you’re really thankful for this because it’s gross how clammy your hands have gotten.

When you gave him the idea earlier, you weren’t expecting that to happen. You don’t even know what you were expecting but it wasn’t that. You weren’t expecting to be so affected by such a simple act. You weren’t expecting to get the breath knocked out of you from him being so close. You weren’t expecting the thought of what if he actually kissed me? You definitely weren’t expecting the slight feeling of disappointment when he backed away from you. 

“Something on your mind?” Kihyun asks, repeating your words from earlier. There’s a smirk on his face when you look at him, and it makes your calmed stomach turn again. Yes, you noticed he is an attractive male, but gosh he looks so good right now. 

Maybe you’re just still disoriented from earlier.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

“Yeah, actually,” you say with your own grin, playing along. “You.”

“What about me?” he inquires, biting his lower lip afterward.

You entertain the thought of telling him, but what would be the point in that? What you felt was an in-the-moment thing and the two of you were only giving paparazzi what they wanted. 

“Don’t worry about it,” you settle on saying, sticking your tongue out childishly. 


Sure enough, the next morning Krystal is screaming your name before bursting into your bedroom as you’re getting dressed for work, cell phone aggressively shoved in your face. Your eyes cross trying to see what the hell she’s trying to show you before you snatch the cellular device out of her hand so you can get a better look.

“When the hell did you get this bold?!” 

Staring back at you is a picture of Kihyun crowding over you from yesterday. The angle is just right, Kihyun looking like he’s actually kissing you. 

“We thought we were hidden,” you shrug, trying your best to sound sheepish. “You think I would’ve just done that out in the open?”

You feel bad for playing your best friend but what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, right?

“Everyone is flipping out, ____. ‘Oh my gosh I’m so jealous.’ ‘They’re so cute omg.’ ‘Oppa is smooth.’ ‘I wish I was her.’” Krystal reads out in an obnoxiously high pitched voice as she scrolls through the comments.

You listen in amusement, tying your hair up into a bun. But then your thoughts go to the exact moment and the smile on your face falters. You hadn’t thought about it since you separated ways from him yesterday. Krystal continues to read, walking back and forth in front of your bed. 

The vibration from your phone snaps you out of your thoughts. You lean forward and take it off the charger before unlocking it. 

kihyun: 

first of all, youre smart as hell and your plan was perfect

secondly, tomorrow is my day off and i was wondering if maybe you would like to go out for dinner??

feel free to decline

youre probably tired of seeing my face

okay i’m going to shut up and just wait for your response

Your lips go thin in an attempt to not laugh at the messages. 

You get off at five tomorrow and you don’t have any plans with Krystal, so why not?

you:  

after 6 pm i’m all yours

Did you really just send that?

“Why is your face like that?” Krystal suddenly asks, studying you.

“Like what?” you cough out, locking your phone and tossing it beside you on your bed.

She steps closer, leaning down to get a closer look. “You look flustered like you just received a dick pic— OH MY GOD DID KIHYUN SEND YOU A DICK PIC?!”

Whatever look that was on your face is replaced with a scowl when you whack Krystal upside the head multiple times.

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” you growl in between hits. She falls to her knees, crawling away from your attacks while laughing that annoyingly contagious laugh of hers, resulting in the both of you clutching your stomachs and trying to catch your breaths. 

kihyun: 

perfect, i’ll see you at seven (;


A/N: fucking FINALLY. why was it so hard to write this omg. anywho, enjoy. feedback is always wanted 

mp938368  asked:

Is there any way you can do some headcannons for Gladio getting ready for his wedding? I absolutely loved the wedding headcannons you did for Prompto, they were adorable! 😍

did I hear Gladio’s wedding? *cracks knuckles* man I’ve been looking forward to sharing these bad boys since the damn Prompto post. I have so many feelings about this. I love these boys. I love Gladio.

anywho, here they are! enjoy! :)

Prompto ; Ignis


Marriage Headcanons - Gladio:

  • No one is as excited for Gladio’s wedding as Gladio
  • No one
  • Tries to say that Iris’s enthusiasm is rubbing off on him
  • Has a “secret” wedding board on Pinterest
  • You’re always catching him scrolling through the app and adding things to it
  • When he notices the knowing smile you send his way every time you see what he’s doing, he immediately switches to King’s Knight. He keeps his composure like a champ
  • “Picking out colors again, honey?”
  • “As if. I’m just kicking Noct’s ass for the third time today. Wanna watch?”
  • You let it slide. He’ll keep it up all day, if he has to
  • He’s in charge of all of the floral arrangements – including your bouquet
  • He loves picking out flowers

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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

Un-Beta’d

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!!

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.”

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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Doll? {Peter Pan Imagine}

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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.” 

The Secret of the Hope Diamond

My husband is a huge history buff and loves to watch documentaries on ANYTHING. He told me of an idea he had for a story, so here it is. It also happens to be his birthday today. 

Thanks so much to my little sis, @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms for her help with this story. 

Word Count: 3000

Warnings: some language

No Pairing

Eve begged of Lucifer to release his hold on her son, Cain. Lucifer agrees if Eve will bear him a child. She bore him a son, Raz, his name meaning ‘my secret.”

Michael, aware of his brother’s treachery, cast the child and his soul a half a world away, sealed deep in the earth. Michael assigns two angels to watch over it, guarding it with their lives. For several millennia, the angels performed their duties diligently, until one day, humans digging in the earth, disturbed the hiding place of Raz.

The angels continued to keep a watchful eye on the humans and when they dug up his soul from the hard ground, the angels felt the earth rumble beneath them. They reported back to Michael with these developments.

“One of you stay with it at all times. Do not let it out of your sight.” Commanded Michael.

For hundreds of years more, the stone bounced from owner to owner, until it’s current residence in America.

The angels quickly discovered that a stone of this quality and monetary value made it not only of high interest in the heavens but among the wealthy on earth. Protecting it had led the angels to find unconventional means of staying close, vessel occupation being the most effective.  When the stone found its current residence at the Smithsonian Institution, the angels were delighted that it would be keep under a watchful eye in a very secure location.

The lead curator on the exhibit had been kind enough to allow one of the angels to use her as a vessel, as did the head of security. With these two key positions being maintained by the angels, they were certain the stone was safe from anyone trying to steal it, whether it be for monetary gain or a more ominous one.

~*~

“So get this.” Sam starts off breakfast with a bang. “Someone stole the Hope Diamond from the Smithsonian. How does that even happen?”

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alyaasarfian  asked:

Hi! Can I request Iwaizumi rescue s/o from being stalk by her stalker by pretend to be her date and after that, he found out after months that she is kind of like famous person... if that ok with you. I love your writing style ! Thanks!

I hope I did this okay enough for you @alyaasarfian *tears* It was a little hard to write but I wrote something I was happy with! Please enjoy!


Iwaizumi should have been walking to class. But instead, he had a drop dead gorgeous women walking along side him, arm in arm, towards everywhere except Iwaizumi’s knowledge.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drag you into this,” you sighed embarrassed

“It’s okay,” Iwaizumi answered immediately. He didn’t really know what else to say, because this wasn’t okay. But the situation was too sudden and Iwaizumi did feel a bit bad if he were to leave you with your troubles. When you approached him as if you two knew each other, Iwaizumi couldn’t figure anything out since you just took him along side with you.

Iwaizumi definitely couldn’t say no when your arms were shaking as you latched onto him.

“But you are going to have to tell me what’s going on. Are you okay?” Iwaizumi asked you. The more he looked to you, the more he noticed just how gorgeous you were.

“Uh, please don’t look at me,” you requested silently.

Iwaizumi turned his face back to the front. “Ah, sorry.”

“No, no, I just…” you stammered nervously. A sigh left your mouth as you looked up to him with a smile. Before Iwaizumi could raise a confused eyebrow, you quickly shook your head. “Someone has been following me.” Iwaizumi was about to look behind him until you clasped onto his biceps tighter. You looked down at his arms, not realizing how buff he actually was. “Ah, sorry. But don’t make it obvious you know please. He has been following me for weeks, but this is the closest he’s gotten to me.”

You were actually terrified. Iwaizumi’s only known you for half an hour but it was easy to know just how terrified you were. Looking around the location, Iwaizumi rubbed the back of his neck. He didn’t really know how close this stalker of yours was so he just thought of something that came to mind.

“It looks like the cafe’s closed,” Iwaizumi alerted you.

“What?” you asked. Just as Iwaizumi pointed to the cafe across the street, you realized what he was doing. For some reason, you trusted the man. “Oh, aw. That’s too bad. Where would you like to go, uhm…”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m nervous about our first date too,” Iwaizumi chuckled nervously. If Iwaizumi was being completely honest, it was because he didn’t like lying, nor was he good at it. “Iwaizumi, remember?”

You couldn’t stifle a laugh when you realized how bad this man was at lying. You smiled at him. When he had a small smile, it was a bit distracting. The more you spent these anxious seconds with him, the more you realized this Iwaizumi was actually very handsome.

“____, sorry about that, Iwaizumi-san. What should we do for our date now, though?” you frowned. The feeling didn’t leave, of eyes watching you with full attention.

Noticing your nerves growing, Iwaizumi looked to his left. “How about we just go to the library? You did say you needed to study for a test later.”

“Ah, are you sure?” Iwaizumi took that as ‘Won’t he be closer that way?’.

Iwaizumi smiled at you, more genuinely. He was definitely attractive. But that smile was very hypnotizing. “Trust me.”

As you nodded slowly, the two of you looked forward. Your steps were in sync as you followed closely to Iwaizumi. He didn’t say anything when you clung on tighter as people passed you by. You had to hold onto your summer hat as someone walked into you. Iwaizumi waited for you to get your footing in sync, his arm still out for yours to latch onto him. It made you smile. Iwaizumi was very thoughtful. And kind, especially in the circumstances. As you held onto Iwaizumi’s arm, you noticed Iwaizumi meet someone’s gaze. As you two continued to walk through the small crowd of people, you looked to Iwaizumi as he coughed.

“Is he the one in the red sweater?” Iwaizumi asked, squirming through numerous people. He would look back at you whenever you trailed a few steps behind or your hold on him was too loose. There were times when he would look back at you and he would catch sight of the stalker a few ways back.

“Yes,” you answered, your voice a bit shaky. “Please don’t leave me just-”

“Don’t worry,” Iwaizumi interrupted. When he unhooked your hold and interlocked your fingers together, you couldn’t help but blush. Iwaizumi was blushing as well, but his hold on your hand tightened anyway. “It’s okay to trust me.”

You slowly nodded in response. Iwaizumi nodded his head towards the front. You could see a sign that had Library and an arrow pointing in the direction where you two were heading. As you moved through more and more people, Iwaizumi’s hold tightened.

Suddenly, Iwaizumi caught glimpse of the stalker. He was hurrying through the crowd, trying to find the two of you. The amount of people increased immensely in the time you two were trying to lose the stalker due to the afternoon. It was prime time for students and others to walk to their next class, find something to eat in the little time they had, or leave school for their job.

Just as the crowd began to die down, the stalker had lost sight of Iwaizumi and you. He turned his head to ideal places he thought you two had gone or where you two might have gone. When he couldn’t find either of you, he grunted.

“If you were smart, you would leave ____-san alone,” Iwaizumi announced.

The stalker turned behind him to find Iwaizumi standing tall with his arms crossed.

“You… Where’s ____-san?” the stalker demanded.

Iwaizumi pouted. “Stop following her. She doesn’t appreciate it.”

“You don’t know anything! You don’t deserve to be with ____-san, she’s too good for you!” the stalker accused, he even pointed his finger to Iwaizumi.

He was shorter than Iwaizumi. At least five inches shorter. But even then, Iwaizumi could feel the stalker’s efforts were bigger than his body. Iwaizumi clicked his tongue annoyed. Without any hesitation, Iwaizumi grabbed a fistful of the stalker’s shirt and brought his face closer to Iwaizumi’s. When the man yelped, Iwaizumi snickered.

“Leave ____-san alone if you really care about her. She doesn’t appreciate people following her,” Iwaizumi ordered. He didn’t even realize the stalker was on the tips of his toes just to be where Iwaizumi brought him. When Iwaizumi realized that, he suddenly felt the stalker trembling.

The bad guy look really wasn’t for Iwaizumi. He was already feeling bad for this guy, but Iwaizumi didn’t really favor stalkers as well. Iwaizumi released the man’s shirt and watched him run off. When the man was out of sight, he quickly jogged over to the building where you hid.

“Hey, I don’t think he’s going to be bothering you anymore,” Iwaizumi informed. It was more of a hunch but he really hoped the guy would leave you alone. No one deserves to live their life uncomfortably like that.

Iwaizumi’s eyes became saucers when you bent over with your hands on your knees and a large sigh left your mouth. “I should have met you a long time ago.”

“Ah well, I’m glad I could help… I guess?” Iwaizumi answered hesitantly. You stood straighter with a smile now, way more relaxed. Yeah, definitely drop dead gorgeous and Iwaizumi was definitely blushing now.

“I really owe you. Could I take you to lunch right now, or something?” you offered kindly.

“Ah, I actually have class, I’m sorry,” Iwaizumi informed awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck. If there was a time when Oikawa could lecture him about girls, Iwaizumi would actually let him right now. As soon as you frowned, he felt stupid. Iwaizumi passed up an offer to have lunch with a really cute girl.

“That’s too bad. I mean, not for you. You should go to class. But I couldn’t leave like this when you really saved me when I needed it,” you chuckled, trying to hide your disappointment. As you brushed your hand through your hair, you noticed you were more disappointed than you thought you could be.

Iwaizumi was attractive.

“But lunch sounds nice,” Iwaizumi blurted out as he looked to your eyes. Wow, was he really doing this right now? And were you actually smiling?

“Ah, are you sure? You did pay for these classes and, uhm, you shouldn’t really miss out just because of lunch. We could meet up later today or later this week? Whatever is better for you?” you asked slowly. You were actually so nervous, all those words just came to your mind and you immediately said them. Since you were talking slow, it might have not shown to Iwaizumi how nervous he was making you.

“Y-Yeah, that would be nice,” Iwaizumi agreed with a slanted smile. He should stop smiling because you could not concentrate on anything else. When neither of you said anything, Iwaizumi coughed. He realized he was getting distracted by your smile. As he took his phone out of his pocket, you couldn’t help but smile even more. “I could text you or call you later, to figure something out.”

You took your phone out of your purse with a smile. “Yeah, we can text.”


“I can’t believe it. I finally get to meet your mystery girlfriend, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa beamed with his hands to his cheeks. How could he be more excited to see you than Iwaizumi was?

Iwaizumi clicked his tongue annoyed. “She’s not my girlfriend. I haven’t… Gotten a chance to really ask her.”

“What?! I thought you were going to ask her last time you two went on a date?!” Oikawa gasped. He crossed his arms with a pout, disapproving of the progress Iwaizumi had made with you.

“She got caught up with work and had to leave before I could really ask,” Iwaizumi explained. He shrugged when Oikawa pondered it.

“What does ____-chan do again?” Oikawa asked curiously.

Iwaizumi shrugged. “She didn’t really go into much detail. She just said she worked with her family at some studio.”

“Really?” Oikawa’s lips hummed. “It doesn’t bother you that-” Suddenly, Oikawa’s phone beeps. He takes it out immediately, eyes beaming with excitement. “Oh my gosh, Iwa-chan! Apparently ____-san is here! In Tokyo!”

“Huh? Who?” Iwaizumi complained. When Oikawa scoffed offendedly, Iwaizumi actually thought about it. “Oh, the actress you stalk?”

“Iwa-chan! I don’t stalk ____-san!” Oikawa pouted.

“You get notifications for when she breathes. You’re like a class lower than a stalker, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi chuckled.

“You would be like that too if you just cared for ____-san like you do ____-chan!” At the thought, Oikawa chuckled. “I didn’t even realize your girlfriend had the same name as ____-san, Iwa-chan.”

“Coincidence,” Iwaizumi said as he fished his took his phone out to an alert.

Almost there! you texted. Iwaizumi felt like a school girl smiling at the text. He felt more ridiculous when Oikawa snickered. “Shut up. ____ is almost here though. Just behave Shittykawa, okay?”

“I am always on my best behavior!” Oikawa scoffed with a hand on his chest.

“Yeah, says the guy who can never-”

“Iwaizumi-kun!”

Iwaizumi and Oikawa turned to you, finding you running towards them with a hand waving high in the air. Iwaizumi immediately began to walk towards you with a smile, but when you two were closer distance, you jumped forward and wrapped your arms around him.

“H-Hey! You know you could have fell right?” Iwaizumi laughed as he wrapped his arms around your waist tighter. Your feet finally met the ground but you two still had your arms wrapped around each other.

“But it’s fun! You always catch me anyway,” you beamed with a smile. Iwaizumi couldn’t fight the way his cheeks began to turn pink. As you unwrapped yourself from Iwaizumi and walked next to him from the way he came, you grabbed onto his hand. “So, where’s Oikawa-kun? I hope he doesn’t think of me too weird or anything for you.”

“Oh, yeah, Shittykawa is actually-What the, Oikawa?!” Iwaizumi hollered as Oikawa stood appalled with his mouth hanging low. He had a shaking finger pointed to you and his phone in the hand. “Shittykawa, I said behave! What the hell are you-”

“Y-Y-You’re-!”

“Shittykawa, stop being rude!” Iwaizumi punched the top of Oikawa’s head as he yelled at Oikawa. As Oikawa yelped, Iwaizumi turned to you with a sigh. “____, I’m so-”

“You’re ____ ____!” Oikawa screamed.

Immediately you looked left and right as held a finger to your lips. “Shhh! Shhh! Please don’t be so loud!”

“But you’re-And you’re seeing Iwa-chan!” Immediately, Oikawa turned to Iwaizumi fuming. It only rubber Oikawa the wrong way even more when Iwaizumi was lost. “You’re such an idiot, Iwa-chan! How could you not know who you’re dating?!”

“D-Dating?! Wait, I know who I’m-”

“No, you don’t know who you’re dating!” Immediately, Oikawa held his phone screen to Iwaizumi.

Now Iwaizumi’s eyes were as wide as saucers. He looked at the screen that showed the actress Oikawa had always been yapping about then to you. When the picture on the phone showed the exact same profile as you, even to the clothes you were wearing now, Iwaizumi still found it hard to believe. But when you looked at Iwaizumi as if you were embarrassed or hadn’t told him, he could only blink numerous times.

“Iwaizumi-kun, I wanted to tell you. I’m sorry, I just… I liked being able to date you because you really didn’t know I was an actress,” you explained slowly.

Not just any actress. The number one actress for Japan. You even had a few movies in America you starred in. You were the real deal.

“____-san, I apologize for my best friend’s stupidity, he really-Ouch!” Oikawa cried as he held the spot Iwaizumi hit again.

“It’s fine, I get it,” Iwaizumi answered slowly. He was still in disbelief to know who you truly were. But its still you and it brought a smile to his face. “I mean, that just explains more to me now, why you had more than one stalker.”

“I try to keep it under control!” you protested, both your fists close to your chest. “Are you upset with me?”

As if Iwaizumi really could be when he was just happy to see you. When he kissed the top of your forehead, the two of you smiled to each other. When Oikawa gasped behind the two of you, you raised an eyebrow.

Suddenly, Iwaizumi remembered who you were to Oikawa. “Oh yeah, ____, this is Oikawa. I’m sorry, but he’s another one of your stalkers.”

“Iwa-chan, no! Why would you-”

When you laughed kindly, Oikawa couldn’t even concentrate. You were real. And you were dating his best friend. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Oikawa-kun.”

Oikawa stared at the hand that was out in front of him. It was the hand of the actress he had the biggest crush on, even when you had been auditioning for smaller roles. When you weren’t such a big idol.

Suddenly, Oikawa held your hand and turned to Iwaizumi with a frown. He almost looked like he was about to cry. “Iwa-chan, how could you do this to me? How could you have taken this chance from me, to date ____-san?!”

You were starting to understand how violent Iwaizumi truly was when it came to Oikawa when he let go of your hand and punched Oikawa numerous times.

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. =^-^=

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.

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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