your face is the best kind of face

rachel--watkins  asked:

How would you describe characters face or what they look like?

Well it kind of depends on how descriptive you or the character whose point of view your in, likes to get. I have some characters that could tell you every last detail about someone they just met, and I have characters that could tell you what there best friend was wearing two days ago if they tried, and I have characters who couldn’t tell you what they looked like unless they had already been staring into a mirror for an hour. 

But here are some descriptive points about the face you could make:


Face Shape: 

-Oval (Tapers towards the chin, wider forehead)

-Round(Length and width usually similar, usually larger in the cheek area)

-Long( Elongated features, this face type is usally combined with others. Example: Combined with a square face type to make more of a rectangle look) 

-Square(Forehead, cheekbones, jawline at similar widths. Square, prominent jawline.) 

-Heart (Face strongly tapers to the chin, forehead or chin tend to be prominent) 

-Diamond(Very angled, wider at the temples. ) 


Face Types/Bone Structure: 

-Rounder features

-Sharper featured 

-Bony 

-soft


Some other things you can use to describe someone: 

-Skin Tone

-Skin Color

-Skin Type (Oily, dry, ashy, clear, etc) 

-Distinguishing features (Moles, freckles, scars, tattoos, piercings, etc) 

-Eye color

-Eye Shape 

-Hair Color

-Hair Type(Thick, curly, straight, wavy, thin, etc)

-Hair Style (Short, long, messy, neat, kept up, kept down, etc) 

-Eyebrows (Color, shape, style)

-Nose(Round, button, long, wide/large, etc) 

-Lips (Thin, thick, chapped, dry, arched, flat, color, etc) 

-Makeup

-Clothing 

-Physical mannerisms (How they walk, move, their posture, how they gesture, etc) 

-Voice (How they talk: Verb and word choice, fast, slow, etc, The sound of their voice: Loud, quiet, soft, harsh, etc) 

-Aura (How they naturally appear/ demeanor/ what people assume before meeting them. Example: Mean, nice, polite, rude, prissy, classy, rebellious, etc.) 



I hope this helps, and if you need anything else, don’t be afraid to ask! 

anonymous asked:

Could you rate how good of a hugger each of the 1A kids would be?

oh heck yeah

Izuku - gives excited, soft sweet hugs. sometimes lifts up whoever he’s hugging. will sometimes squeeze the life out of you but that’s ok and, his friends love when he gets excited enough to do that. very affectionate, a great hugger, 10/10

Ochako - GREAT HUGGER!!! Loves hugging her friends!! Sometimes accidentally activates her quick tho and makes them float but that’s cool too, and floaty happy cheerful hugs are always great. 10/10

Iida - gives strong, sturdy hugs. never hugs halfheartedly, always gives it his all when hugging. hugging is Serious Business and he must show his friends the proper amount of affection for them to understand how much he loves them. 10/10

Kirishima - LOVES TO GIVE HUGS. Gives the best big bro hugs ever. will surround you with brotherly love and affection and will cry with you when you’re feeling sad. is a cuddler. 10/10

Bakugou - rarely gives hugs, but when he does, they’re very strong and soft, like he’s not sure what to do but dammit he’s gonna do his best but doesn’t wanna hurt you. the rarity of them makes them even more special. 11/10

Kaminari - will excitedly hug anyone close by, and loves giving and reviving hugs. will sometimes zap you when hugging but that’s ok, he’s just excited and loves his friends. 10/10

Tokoyami - gets embarrassed to give hugs, but when he does, he gives quick, tight ones that make you feel all warm and safe and like he doesn’t wanna let go. will often bury his face in your shoulder. only downside is that they end so quickly, but still really good hugs. 10/10

Todoroki - will drape himself over you in a hug. is still kinda new to hugging, but will cling onto you and never let go. was kinda awkward and stiff at first, but now he’s gotten used to it and is a very comfy hugger. 10/10

Momo - gives the most sweet, maternal hugs anyone has ever felt in their life. her hugs feel like sweetness and home and they all love hugging Momo b/c she is just So Nice. 10/10

Satou - STRONG HUGS!!! Will smother you with hugs and make you feel safe in his arms and give you big happy grins that make you feel all happy and fill you with brotherly affection. will sometimes lift you up depending on the EXCITEMENT!!! level. 10/10

Kouda - gives very, very shy sweet hugs. chest makes for a great soft pillow to rest your head against during hugs, and he will sometime pet your head and/or back during hugs. 10/10

Tsuyu - gives the most big sisterly hugs ever, that fill you will contentment and  happiness. very cuddly. will make you wanna sleep in her arms. 10/10

Jirou - gets embarrassed about showing affection, but gives quick, tight, cuddly hugs, and will grip the back of your shirt. short and sweet. 10/10

Aoyama - is actually not?? used to giving or receiving hugs, and tries to play it off as nothing, but tries to give the best hugs he can while feeling a little awkward. he ends up getting very cuddly after a while. wants to get better about giving hugs so he can become a better classmate to his class. great effort, 10/10

Tooru - loves squeezing people tight in sweet, energetic hugs that make you feel uplifted and encouraged and like nothing could ever make you feel sad again. her hugs smell like flowers. 10/10

Mina - doesn’t know her own strength sometimes and will lift people up and twirl them around if she can, and will make you feel like her best friend EVER!!! loves rubbing her face against people’s faces/shoulders/chests (depending on the height of the person). super affectionate. 10/10

Ojirou - gives quiet, soft, strong hugs that makes you feel comfortable and homey and like you’ll never have to worry again. feels the way homemade baked goods smell. 10/10

Sero - is a cuddly hugger and enjoys resting his head against people he hugs, especially on shorter people. always makes sure his elbows don’t poke people in awkward/painful ways. always gives big happy grins. sometimes ruffles your hair. very kind and sweet and considerate. 10/10

Shouji - absolutely LOVES giving hugs. can hug everyone at the same time. is the ultimate at giving big brotherly hugs. makes everyone feel safe and comfortable in his arms, and is very soft and sweet and a great pillow. will let you sleep on him. 11/10

All Might - depending on the situation, he will either give you STRONG ENERGETIC HUGS, or he’ll give you quiet fatherly hugs and hold you close in a soft, gentle grip. both are good. 11/10

Aizawa - rarely gives hugs, but when he does, he will practically lay against you, or hold you close like a pillow. very warm, cuddly, and comforting. will sometimes fall asleep on you. that’s perfectly ok. 10/10

Try Me

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader where the reader is Unser’s daughter, and Hale keeps flirting with her so she asks Jax to pretend to be her boyfriend to get him to back off. Enjoy the smut ;)

A/N - I’ve done this a little differently to my other fake boyfriend/girlfriend imagines, as I don’t want to seem repetitive :)

Originally posted by journeyslegend

“You don’t even know me. Get to know me, I promise I’ll change your mind.” You’re glad your back is turned as you roll your eyes in annoyance, not sure how long you’re going to be able to keep up the nice girl attitude for.

Turning to face the determined officer, you smile apologetically, your following answer the same as it always is. “Thanks for the offer again David, but I’m not sure things would work between us.”

“Why? Why do you always say that?” he asks, frustration heavy in his tone, his hand on your car door to stop you from leaving. “Is it because of the MC?”

“No-” You open your mouth to start denying his claims, trying to think of another reason not to go out with a dude that you just don’t find yourself attracted to, when you come up with the perfect solution. “Actually, yes. You’re completely right.”

“Listen, I know you’re close with them, but they’re bad people, (Y/N). You could do so much better.” Here he goes again, you think. Same speech as always. He doesn’t even know SAMCRO like you do, nobody does.

“Thanks for the lecture, David, but Jax asked me to be his girlfriend a couple weeks ago, and I said yes.” The pure horror on his face has you biting your lip to contain your smirk. “See you around.”

Walking into the clubhouse, you scan the room swiftly, not spotting the man you’re hoping to see. “He around, Sack?”

“In the apartments.” he responds, walking into the kitchen with a pair of rubber gloves and a plunger. You grimace, knowing Piney’s probably blocked the bog again. Shaking your head, you walk towards Jax’s residence, knocking on the closed door.

“Room service.” you call sarcastically, your voice sickly sweet. The door opens within a few seconds, Jax’s eyebrow raised, his lips turned up into a grin.

“Lucky me, though you’re slightly overdressed for the kind of ‘room service’ I’m used to.” he says, opening the door to let you in. “Wasn’t expecting to see you till’ later on.”

“I know, but I need to talk to you about a little favour so I thought I’d grace you with my wonderful company.” you tease, plonking yourself down on Jax’s bed. Shutting the door, he sits on a box in front of you, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket.

“You can just admit you missed me, babe.” He takes a drag, your eyes capturing the way his cheeks hollow as he inhales the smoke, the action stopping your train of thought. “What do you need me for this time, Princess?“

“Are you ever going to drop that nickname? You’ve called it me for years.” He grins cheekily, the smoke parting from his pink lips as he shakes his head at you, knowing deep down you love the endearment. “Anyway-”

A knock on Jax’s door stops you, the two of you turning to see Chibs’. “Sorry to interrupt. Cops are here.”

“Could they be any further up our asses?” Jax spits rhetorically, discarding his cigarette in an ashtray on his cabinet before standing up. You follow him as he leaves the room, Chibs leading the way as the three of you head out to the front. All you’re thinking is please don’t be Hale.

You curse silently as you see the man himself standing against his police car, Jax tensing up as he sets eyes on the deputy. “You’re here so much I’m starting to think you wanna patch in.”

Hale just scowls, his eyes shifting to you as you move from behind Jax, stepping to take position between the Scot and the VP. He watches you for a moment, and you know Jax catches it as you see him look at you questioningly, a pleading look on your face as you hope he just follows your lead.

“We got a call about a guy on a motorcycle running a red light a few blocks from here.” You sigh in disbelief, having a sneaking suspicion that his visit is more out of spite than anything else. “Just here to check your plates.”

“Jesus, how bad did you piss off my dad to go from murders to speeding tickets?” you sass, folding your arms across your chest. Chibs chokes down his chuckle from next to you, taking a drag from his cig to keep down his humour.

“I’m here because it’s my job, (Y/N), to make Charming a safer place for our citizens.” You roll your eyes, nodding slowly. “Something bothering you?”

“Woah, I thought you were here for us, not for the chief’s daughter. Check your plates and you can be on your way.” Jax states protectively, not liking the way Hale is speaking to you. The officer glares in response, his hand moving to rest on the handcuffs on his belt.

“I wonder how the chief would feel if he knew what you were up to with his daughter.” Hale snaps, his whole entity dripping with jealousy. You swallow nervously, trying to hide the anxiety from your face.

Chibs laughs loudly this time, a laugh so loud with amusement that you can’t help but smile. “Jackie, you naughty boy.”

You share a look with your ‘boyfriend’, him smirking, a cocky grin spreading across his face. You let out the breath you’ve been holding in, Jax’s reaction of enjoyment rather than horror making you feel confident in your lie.

“Oh, I get it now. You’ve got a soft spot for my girl here, and you’re pissed she chose me over you.” Jax says, rolling his tongue over his lower lip smugly. “Not that you were even an option.”

“You watch your mouth, Teller.” Hale warns, his eye twitching as he steps up to Jax, the tension heavy between the two men.

“Or what?” Jax challenges, anger radiating off him in waves.

“We got a problem here, boys?” The voice of your dad cuts through the ever brewing argument, him smiling at you loving before turning his attention back to the two amped up males. “Hale, you’re not stationed to be here.“

You, Chibs and Jax watch on as Hale turns into a flushed mess, having no decent excuse for ever coming to TM in the first place - though you all know why he did.

“Thanks, dad.” You hug your father as you speak, him squeezing you tightly before leaving you to it.

“So, something you need to tell me?” Jax asks as you sit on the bench outside, embarrassment crawling up your body. “Wasn’t aware I was taken, darlin’.”

He nudges you playfully, your hands covering your face as you groan. “He’s been pestering me for weeks, figured you were the best deterrent.”

“Thanks.” Jax deadpans, a small smirk on his face as he passes you the cig, you taking a drag as you think about what to say. “Glad I could be of service, I guess.”

“Thanks for going along with it. Guess I owe you one.” You tap off the ash and pass the stick back, biting your lip anxiously. “How about I do you a favor?”

“Sweetheart, no offence but the kind of favours I’d like to have you do for me aren’t exactly innocent.” You cough, his reply completely unexpected, your core tingling involuntarily.

“Try me.” you tease, your gaze flickering to his lips for just a second, your hand coming to rest on his thigh, fingertips inching upwards.

Next thing you know, the two of you are locked at the lips, thankful that the clubhouse is empty, the others off on runs and whatever else. “How long have we got?”

“Half hour, tops.” Jax mumbles, connecting his lips back to yours, his tongue in your mouth eliciting a moan from you. “I don’t see us lasting that long to be honest, darlin’.”

You squeal as you feel yourself being lifted, the pool table becoming your seat as Jax places you on top. You rip at his flannel, the buttons scattering all over the room. Your fingers explore up and down his chiseled chest as he begins to nibble and suck at your neck, your eyes closing in pleasure as he works his way down.

“Please, Jax…” you pant, your underwear positively soaked as his tongue slips over your exposed skin. He practically growls at your pleading, him ripping himself from you as he expertly undoes his jeans, the fabric pooling at his ankles, his boxers joining the denim.

Your eyes widen as his cock stands before you, you pressing your thighs together subconsciously as the ache grows stronger. “Like what you see, Princess?”

“Don’t get too smug, Jackson, gotta see if you can fuck me well enough, first.“ His hands pull at your shorts, you lifting your ass to help assist as he rids the material from your legs. Once he’s discarded the fabric somewhere across the room, he connects his lips back to yours, lifting and squeezing your ass as he moves to you to the edge of the table.

You barely feel him move your underwear to the side before he sinks into you, a gasp leaving your lips as he nuzzles into your neck, his teeth biting at your skin as he fills you up.

You dig your nails into his biceps as he moves out of you, slamming back in deeply. He pulls back, loving the expressions you make as he fucks you so well, the little moans and gasps leaving your lips making him want to explode there and then.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel you around me, (Y/N).” You place your hands behind you to steady yourself, your pussy feeling even wetter as he talks to you. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“I’m so close, already. Fuck, just like that.” you whine as he hits all the right places, his strokes alternating in speed, but never lacking in power.

You rub your clit, clenching your pussy as you come, your mouth open yet nothing comes out. “That’s it, come for me, baby. Good girl.”

Jax grips the back of your neck as he speeds up his thrusts, his gaze locked on yours as he gets closer and closer to climaxing. You’re practically on fire as you feel another orgasm creeping up on you, the pure hunger in Jax’s eyes making you more sensitive than ever.

“Who knew you could take cock so well.” he whispers as he drills into you, a high pitched moan slipping from your lips. “Imagine if someone walked in right now, saw what a dirty slut you are, so desperate for me.”

His degrading words push you over the edge, a loud curse leaving you as stars fill your vision, Jax continuing to slam into you as he rides you through your high. “You gonna take my come, hm? Gonna let me fill you up like the good girl you are?”

“Yes, fuck, please Jax.” you plead desperately, your nails clawing down his stomach as he places hos forehead against your own, his eyes clenching shut as he let’s go.

He kisses you roughly as he comes inside of you, his hips gently rocking as his hot spurts shoot inside of you, your teeth sucking at his bottom lip.

He pulls out of you slowly, his juices and your own dripping from your satisfied pussy, your body feeling empty without his shaft inside of you.

Jax buckles up his pants, grabbing your shorts before lifting you up as if you weigh nothing. He carries you down the hall, just in time in fact as voices begin to fill the clubhouse.

Reaching his room, he places you down on the bed, his body crawling over yours as he moves a piece of hair from your face. “I’ve gotta go for a vote, but when I get back, we’re gonna see how sexy you look on your hands and knees.”

With that, he’s gone, leaving you shaken and hungry for more.

A/N - It’s been a whileeeeeee since I wrote some smut, but I’m so glad with how this turned out!!!! Hope you guys likeddddddd xxxx

The Friendly Wager (Part 7)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,855

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, confrontation, drinking, cheesy romance, kissing, implied sexytimes, somewhat nsfw but not really, a potentially wasted beautiful meal

A/N: This is my last submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. I did it! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

This was the sixth rewrite! LOL….The End! :)

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Originally posted by maikennielsen96

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Forbidden Love | Pt. 11

▷ Jimin Angst

❥ “I think about you a little more than I should..”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Epilogue

Huffing loudly, you threw your phone to the other side of your bed and wrapped your arms around your legs, head leaning on your knees.

When will this harassment end? When will your pain come to an end? Will you suffer your life long? Will you ever going to be happy in your life?

You were sick of thinking about these questions whenever you were alone. It felt like they were hunting you no matter what you were doing.

Why are there people who enjoy to ruin the lives of other people? What do they get from it?

You lifted your head up the moment you felt two strong arms around your body.
“Everything okay, Jagiya?”

Smiling softly at him, you nodded as you leaned your head on his chest. “Mhm.. everything’s alright..”

“You sure?”

Wrapping your arms around his body, you nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck. “Yeah..”

You felt how he took a deep breath and placed a little kiss on your head. “Y/N, I know that you’re still getting those messages.”

You closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing. The hot tears were already forming in your eyes.

“Y/N, look at me.”

Shaking your head, you nuzzled further into the crook oh his neck. “Hoseok-ah, I can’t do this anymore..”

Your best friend leaned back a little bit and held your head in his soft and warm hands. “Then tell him, Y/N. Stop hiding it from him. I saw the way he looked at you when you told him that I’m your boyfriend. He looked really hurt, Y/N-ah..”

“How, Hoseok, how? How can I tell him that we were pretending last night, that you’re my best friend? How can I tell him I’m still in love with him? How can I tell him that I am getting threatened with the life of my son just so I can’t see his father, the love of my life?”

Looking down, you started fiddling with your fingers, the tears already rolling down your face. “I can’t do that, Hoseok-ah.. He would blame himself for everything and I don’t want that..”

“He’s already blaming himself for everything, Y/N.”

Your head shot up at your best friends words.

Tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, Hoseok caressed your face while he looked into your eyes. “Look, Y/N. I don’t know what kind of a person Jimin is. But when I saw him yesterday, sitting at the ground while he looked so broken and hurt, I knew that he loves you more than anything in this world. You both deserve to be happy. Think about Jihyun. Okay, he thinks I’m your boyfriend but he knows that I’m not his father. You shouldn’t take him away from his father. That would be unfair for him and for Jimin..”

You leaned your forehead against his chest and mumbled in between your sobs. “I miss him so much, Hobi.. My heart broke into million pieces when I saw him like that yesterday.. The way he looked at his own son, the way he walked out of the apartment when I said that you were my boyfriend.. I don’t think I can stand this anymore, Hoseok-ah..”

You heard a little chuckle from your best friend. “Then tell him everything, pabo. You both shouldn’t be suffering because of someone stupid who is threatening you through messages. We both know that the person can’t do anything, I will not allow it!”

Wrapping your arms around his neck as tightly as you could, you placed multiple kisses on his cheek. “Thank you so much, Hobi! I’m so glad that I have you in my life!”

Pushing you away jokingly, he scrunched his face. “Eww, stop kissing my precious face like that!”

Now smiling at you softly, he nodded his towards your phone once. “Call him.”

Nodding hesitantly, you reached out for your phone and typed Jimin’s name in your contact list.

Intertwining your hand with your best friend’s, you waited until you heard the voice you longed for so long.

“Hello?”

The minute you heard his voice, your grip around Hoseok’s hand tightened and you closed your eyes. “H-Hello, Jimin.”

“Y-Y/N? What’s wrong? Did something happen to Jihy-”

“No! No, don’t worry, everything is okay. I.. I just wanted to hear your voice..”

“W-What?”

“Yesterday, when I told you the reason why I left three years ago, I didn’t tell you everything, Jimin. There is still something that I need to tell you..”

“What do you mean, Y/N?”

“The main reason why I left isn’t because of my heart problem, Jimin. It’s because of your ex-wife…”

“W-What? Y/N, I don’t understand what your trying to say-”

“Hara threatened me with the life of our son, Jimin. That’s the main reason why I left..”

This Is War [9]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1274

Warnings: It’s a little angsty.. And there is bad language!

A/N: All of the support and comments that I have been receiving on this series has really made me feel so great and totally inspired!! I’m sorry this part is.. Well.. You’ll see.. Feedback as always would be amazing!! Thank you for reading xoxo

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pandasubaru  asked:

AU Ideas: 4 (with Artist Steve?? that'd be amazing) or 13 or 15

  • 15: My friend made me a grindr/tinder profile without me knowing and you liked my profile and then sent me a message which just said ‘Bees?’ and I’m a little confused but intrigued.

— —

Steve’s phone buzzes.

“If this is another Grindr notification, I swear to God—“ Steve starts.

“That you’ll answer it and go get laid?” Sam says. Natasha snickers.

“That I’ll kick your ass,” Steve says.

Sam raises an eyebrow. “Will you?” he asks.

“Yes, I will!” Steve says.

“He’s very scrappy,” Natasha says. “He once managed to scratch me.”

“Check your messages,” Sam says.

Steve sighs, rolls his eyes, and pulls out his phone. He reads the notification from wintersoldat3255. It says, Bees? and nothing else.

He holds the phone up to Sam. “See?” he says. “See the weirdos who message me because you made this profile?”

Sam takes the phone from Steve, reads the message, and snorts. “Okay, well, maybe they’re not all winners. Let’s see what he…” he trails off, eyes going wide. “Shit, those are some pectorals.”

“Oh, pass it here,” Natasha says, taking the phone. Even Natasha — who is rarely impressed — raises her eyebrows. “Maybe you should see what this guy has to say,” she says, passing the phone back to Steve after a long moment.

“I’ve seen what he has to say, and what he has to say is ‘bees’, apparently.”

“It was a question,” Sam says. “You should change your intonation.”

Steve exhales. “Bees?” he asks, exaggerating the raised end of the question. “That better?”

“Very,” Sam says. “Now let’s look at your other prospects.”

Steve gets up to get another round of drinks.

— —

He doesn’t know why he goes back to Grindr that night, after he’s back home and has had a few drinks. It’s not that he wants to get laid — honestly, he doesn’t want to get out of bed — but he’s sort of curious about who saw his photos and thought ‘yeah, I’d hit that’.

He scrolls through a few generic messages, then sees the one from wintersoldat3255.

Bees?

What the fuck.

So he types out, what the fuck? and sends it back to the guy.

He doesn’t expect an answer — the guy messaged him hours ago — but it only takes a minute or so before he gets a response:

You say save the bees in your profile, which is noble and everything, but I know for a FACT that you’re allergic to bees.

First of all, Steve is a little heartened knowing that Sam knows him well enough to include the fact that the bees need to be put on the endangered species list and should be protected on his dating profile. But then he realizes that this guy… somehow knows that Steve is allergic to bees, which is creepy as hell.

No I’m not, Steve lies, calling the guy’s bluff.

No, you are. I’m the one who shoved an Epipen in your thigh after you got stung during Gilmore Hodge’s birthday party and his mom was too freaked out to do anything about it.

Steve stares at the message, then shakes his head. It can’t be right! The person who stuck the Epipen in his thigh during Gilmore Hodge’s birthday party was Bucky Barnes, and this guy can’t be Bucky Barnes.

Can he?

Steve quickly clicks over to his profile. He scrolls through the pictures, but there aren’t any of his face, just abs and pecs, which makes Steve roll his eyes a little. When he goes back to his messages he has another from wintersoldat3255:

Yeah Steve, it’s me.

Steve’s eyes go wide.

Bucky? he asks.

Long time no see.

Can’t actually see your face, so I don’t really know it’s you.

A photo appears. It’s of Bucky Barnes, mugging for the camera with a toothy grin.

You wanna catch up? Bucky writes.

Sure. Where are you? Steve asks, heart beating fast.

It’s Grindr. The whole point is that you can see.

Steve rolls his eyes, they make plans to meet-up at a local 24-hour diner in a half hour, and Steve saves the photo that Bucky sent him, just in case.

— —

Bucky is already sitting in a booth when Steve walks in. He perks up, grins, and waves. “Steve!” he calls.

Steve straightens up a little, takes a breath. He shouldn’t be so nervous; it’s not like there’s anything riding on this. He’s just seeing his childhood best friend for the first time in over ten years. No big deal.

Doesn’t help that Bucky was Steve’s first crush, but no big deal, either.

He walks over, and Bucky’s just grinning at him, like he’s the best thing he’s seen in years. “Hey Buck,” Steve says.

“Steve,” Bucky says, kind of breathy. “Wow, you look fantastic.”

Steve shrugs. “I look like me,” he says. “Don’t have abs like you do, apparently.”

Bucky laughs, ducks his head. “I’ll be honest — my friends made that profile for me. I thought Peter was taking pictures for his art class of me at the gym.”

“Why didn’t he include his face?” Steve asks. “It’s not like your face is a bad one.”

Bucky laughs. “Thanks for that, I think.” He pauses, starts playing with the edge of the plastic menu on the table in front of him. “And it’s because I’m out but I’m not out out.”

“Okay?” Steve says, a little confused.

“Anyhow, what have you been up to? How’s life? Do you still like pancakes? Because this place has the best pancakes.”

— —

It’s weird how easy it is, reconnecting with Bucky. Steve never spent much effort trying to find him after they lost touch. He just assumed that Bucky thought he was too cool for him when they got to high school, and it was almost a relief when he moved away during the summer before their junior year, just so Steve wouldn’t have to be reminded of the best friend he lost.

He wants to ask Bucky about it, but he doesn’t have to. Bucky just opens up during their second round of milkshakes.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“For what?” Steve asks.

“For when I stopped talking to you during high school. I know that it must’ve made you feel like shit.”

Steve fidgets. He doesn’t want to answer that.

“You know my parents were in a bad place.”

“They got divorced, right?” he asks.

Bucky nods. “But the last two years were… really bad.” He pauses, clears his throat. “I wasn’t hanging out with a great crowd. And I think I justified not talking to you because I didn’t want you to get involved with that crowd. But I more just think that I didn’t want you talking me out of the bad shit I was doing.”

Steve remembers the way that Bucky walked down the halls with his friends, rolling his eyes at Steve when he tried to talk to him. Of course, Steve tried to talk to him, tried having a showdown of some kind, but Bucky would just… walk away. He never bothered listening.

It hurt.

“And then my parents got divorced and my mom and I moved in with my Uncle Pierce, and…” He trails off.

“That’s the uncle who I met that one time, right? Who said I should be sent to a pray away the gay camp?”

“We had no money,” Bucky says.

“How was it?”

“I joined the Army as soon as I could,” Bucky says with a weak smile.

“Shit,” Steve says.

He shrugs. “I’m out now, and I’m doing pretty well for myself. Got my issues, but everyone else does.” Steve nods. “And besides, I’m free to do whatever I want now, so.”

“So you’re spending your time on Grindr?” Steve asks.

“You are, too!” Bucky says.

“My friends made me a profile!”

“No, Steve, you can’t take that excuse. I already used it.” He’s laughing, and Steve kicks him underneath the table.

“It’s true!”

“Yeah, yeah, Steve Rogers.” He stops laughing, just smiles. “Steve Rogers,” he repeats, quieter.

“That’s my name,” he says. The ‘don’t wear it out’ is implied.

He glances down at his shake, and stirs it with his straw. “I wanted to find you again for a while,” he admits, still looking down. “I debated about sending you a message for about an hour before I did.”

“I’m glad you did,” Steve says. “I’ve wondered a lot about what happened to you.”

“Do you think…” Bucky starts, looking up. He clears his throat. “Do you think that we could meet again sometime? I just… I feel like this is a second chance, and I don’t wanna mess it up.”

“I’d like to see you again,” Steve says, stomach tingling, and not from the milkshake.

“Cool,” Bucky says, and Steve feels his foot shift against his. He doesn’t move it away.

Steve doesn’t mind, just presses his own foot closer to Bucky’s, and looks forward to their future together.

“Explain to me how ‘Be careful out there, Sara’. translates to ‘Sure Sara you can charge head first into a fiend using biotic powers you barely understand’.” 

“Okay, fair point, but you have to admit punching a fiend square in the face was kind of cool. Its face plate exploded!”

”It’s good to see that nearly having your face melted off by creature acid hasn’t dampened your ability to be exhausting.”

You-You-Me

klance || truth or dare || 6.5k || nsfw

The paladins introduce Allura to the age-old Earthling game of truth or dare. Keith shares unwelcome knowledge about his sex habits. Hunk may or may not eat a sock. Somehow, sexual tension and relief ensues. Also, there are jokes.

i apologize for the memes, but be aware, it’s about 80% jokes, 20% smut

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ambedo

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

(n) a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: tons of fluff, some angst

length: 12k

summary: a new kid on the bus catches your interest, especially when he’s listening to your favourite song

a/n: i wrote this before jimin said he loves the song ‘lost’ by frank ocean. we have some sort of telepathy

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Byun Baekhyun//Psych - Part 5

Originally posted by xehun

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7)

Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 4,218

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Rush

Fred Weasley x Reader

Prompt: Imagine your OTP have a morning class together and person A always walks in late and has obviously just woken up and person B thinks that the grumpy person who sits in front of him is the cutest thing ever

Words: 1131

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Weekdays have never been your forte, mostly because waking up early wasn’t really your forte. You spent most of your nights staying up late and then waking up early for classes. It usually led to you very grumpy, very tired, and most likely, very late for morning classes.

Today, was no exception to that. None of the people in your dormitory even dared wake you up and so here you were, stumbling to pull on your robes and grab your bag before you were rushing down the stairs and out the portrait hole.

You grumbled as you slung your bag over your shoulder. Your tie was loose on your neck and your uniform was definitely not on right, you’re lucky you didn’t have Snape this morning or else you surely would have lost a lot of points for your house.

Your eyes scanned the vacant halls as your pace quickened, barging into the Tranfiguration room.

McGonagall didn’t even need to turn around from the blackboard to know who barged in after class had already started. “Ms. L/N, it’s so nice you could finally join us.” Minevra didn’t add anything to that, continuing to write on the board.

You cleared your throat, starting to walk to your seat and slumping down in your chair as you attempted to flatten down your hair, combing it with your fingers.

A voice behind you spoke up. “How do you do that?” The voice questioned with a chuckle after he finished speaking.

You turned around, quirking up an eyebrow before you met the familiar eyes of Fred Weasley. “Do what, exactly?”

“Not get any points taken away from walking in so late?!” His voice raised only slightly, not wanting to get caught talking during class.

“It’s called being a good student.” You laughed, turning back around in your seat, pulling out your quill and parchment to catch up on notes.

Fred Weasley never got the nerve to talk to you, he was far too nervous and well frankly, a bit scared. He saw how grumpy you seemed every morning, he studied you almost every day, figuring out your schedule and how you were rarely late on Fridays and always 30 minutes late on Mondays. It was a bit creepy, he thought, how much interest he took in you. But, he found you exceptionally cute and by the way people would talk about you, he guessed you were a pretty great girl.


Fred Weasley hadn’t talked to you anymore since that day, it’s been a week and he’s been thinking of something else to say, but nothing came to mind. He couldn’t lead with “Hey, I’ve been watching you come in late every day and I think you’re really cute, wanna date?” That’s far too creepy. He wasn’t sure how to approach you. Fred Weasley was rarely stumped with girls, but this one? This one, he was.

Fred Weasley barely paid attention to the board and whatever McGonagall was saying. He was staring at the empty seat in front of him. It was Friday and you still weren’t here. The first class of the day is almost over and you aren’t here. You rarely missed Fridays.

He let out a small puff of air, pouting without even realizing it and George took notice. How could his twin not? Something was obviously bothering his other half.

“What’s wrong with you?” George laughed, leaning over a bit more so he could whisper, not needing or wanting to get caught by McGonagall.

“Nothing.” Fred grumbled, crossing his arms, his leg tapping at a fast pace. George followed his brother’s eyes to the vacant seat in front of them. George laughed, finally realizing what his brother was upset at.

“Really? Y/N? That’s what’s been bothering you?” George laughed, glancing up at the front of the classroom to make sure the teacher didn’t notice them.

Fred made another noise of discontent, acting like a child.

“How many times have you even talked to the girl?” George teased his brother, nudging his side.

“Once!” George watched his brother finally break, his voice raising a bit and catching a few eyes from the people around him.

“Ask her out if you like her that much.” George laughed again. Both of the boys’ ears perked up at the sound of the bell. They both stood up, gathering all their stuff and started their path to the hall. “Why don’t you go find her?” George tried to help, glancing at his brother who still hasn’t said much.

“Yeah, I think I will. I think she has a free period.” Fred answered, glancing around at the other students in the hall.

George chuckled. “So, you have her schedule memorized?”

“I might.”


You had been sick all day, not feeling good around the first class of the day and you weren’t sure if you could make it through the day alive, so you sat in the common room, in front of the fire as you read a book you found in the library.

Your cough echoed in the empty room, but you’re sure that the first class has ended and kids with free periods will be flooding in here soon. You carefully stand up, gathering all of your belongings and are about to head up to your dorm before the portrait hole swings open, a redhead rushing through.

“Well, hello.” You laugh at his disheveled appearance, quirking an eyebrow up at him.

“I’ve been looking for you!” Fred lets out, out of breath.

“Me?” You question, looking around for someone else he could be talking to.

“Yes, you! You weren’t in class today.” The ginger was still catching his breath.

You laughed, curiosity getting the best of you. “So… You came rushing to find me, all cause I wasn’t in class today?”

“Well… Yes… Yeah…” Fred’s face started to heat up, red growing up his neck as he looked anywhere, but you. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you… Even possibly ask you out, if you’re up for it, of course.”

It was now your turn to blush, not really sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t that. “Well, I think that’d be great. I’m kind of sick, right now, but if I end up being better by the Hogsmeade trip, I’m all yours.”

Fred’s face lit up, mentally congratulating himself for finally getting the nerve to ask you out. “Well! Lovely! I’ll check up on you until then.”

You laugh again, nodding your head as you begin making your way up the stairs. “I can’t wait.”

Office Job (M)

CEO!Jimin x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, oral, rough, anal?

Word Count: 3,853

Summary: You just started a new job as the assistant to the CEO of a big company. Turns out the CEO is your high school crush…

A/N: This is my fic, I’m just re-posting it on my sideblog.


This is it, you thought as you walked up to the impressive building of your new company. It’s your first day on the job working at the company of your dreams. You look up, slightly intimidated by the sheer size of it all, and the expectations of your role. You take a deep breath and continue walking in, shiny new employee pass around your neck. You step into the crowded elevator and wait impatiently for it to take you up to the 20th floor. You step out into the reception area, and walk up to the desk.

“Hi, I’m y/n; it’s my first day here and I’m supposed to meet up with Mr. Kim?” you say, unsure if your information is correct.

“Hi y/n, I’m Ava. Welcome to Park Enterprises. Have a seat, Mr. Kim will be here shortly.” she says with a smile. You return her smile and take a seat, and wait. Two minutes later, a tall, lean, handsome man walks through the door.

“Y/n?” You stand up and walk to him, offering your hand. “Hi, I’m Namjoon. I’ll show you around and get you settled.” He shakes your hand firmly, offering you a warm, adorable dimpled smile. “Follow me.”

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Bestfriend Trouble (2/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s part 2 of Bestfriend Trouble! A lot of things are going to happen for this one. I hope you guys like this! Warning: This might be too cheesy for other people, especially near the end. HAHAHA. Enjoy!

Request: Can u do a imagine where Zach takes you to the dance and y'all do cute things like slow dance and all that.. and u can end it how u like it.

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“Will you go with me, as my date, to the winter formal?” Zach finally asks after 10 minutes of clearing his throat, coughing and stalling. I laugh at him in response.

“Yeah, duh. Who else will I go with? You’re obliged to ask me since I’m your best friend.” I answer and he stares at me for a while with a confused look on his face.

“Well with that kind of reasoning, I should be asking Justin to the dance too since he’s also my bestfriend.” he mumbles under his breath but loud enough for me to hear while rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, Zach? I don’t get why you’re acting so odd for the past couple of days.” I reply as I lean back on my chair and cross my arms in front of my chest. He turns to face me and lets out a deep sigh.

“Look, I’m not asking you to the dance because I have to or because it’s my responsibility as your best friend.” he begins, adding finger quotations as he says the words “best friend”.

“I’m asking you to the dance because I genuinely want to go with you, Y/N. No one else, just you. Only you.” he continues and I give him a small smile.

“Alright, fine, okay, I’ll go to the dance with you. It’s not like I had a choice anyway.” I answer and he groans in frustration.

“Please don’t say yes because you don’t have a choice. Please don’t say yes if you feel like you’re just doing me a favor.” he says as he rubs the sides of his temples. I raise an eyebrow at him and shake my head before speaking.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, yes, I will go to the winter formal with you Mr. Zachary Dempsey. It will be my absolute pleasure to be your date.” I finally say and he lifts up his head to face me. There was a certain sparkle in his eyes, like he was ecstatic that I agreed to go with him to the dance.

The rest of Zach and I’s time in Monet’s was nothing out of the ordinary. After the whole conversation about the dance, we just got on with typical best friend stuff. He got us more food - celebratory pastries as Zach liked to call them - and he dropped me home after that.

There were only a few days left until the winter formal and I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t excited for it. If I’m being completely honest, I was excited to go to the dance and I was hoping - even to the point of praying - for Zach to ask me to be his date. However, I didn’t want to let anyone know just in case everything goes to hell. I didn’t want to expect anything because expectations lead you to disappointments. Fortunately, it looks like the stars have aligned and the Gods have listened to my prayers because so far, everything’s going great.

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The night of the winter formal

Getting ready for a school dance is the most tedious task there is. You need the perfect dress and the right hairstyle to go with that dress. Not to mention your shoes also need to be flawless.

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Don’t Say Anything (part 1)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: angsty angsty angst

A/N: I KNOW I HAVE “STAR-CROSSED” AND “TAINTED LOVE” TO FINISH BUT THIS IDEA POPPED IN MY HEAD WHILE I WAS DOING DISHES AND I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF I’M SO SORRY ALSo I’ll edit later my friends :) alsoooo it’s kinda short but ye


“Nat?” you spoke softly as the two of you laid on your bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Yeah?”

You turn your head to her. “Do you think it’s time I tell you know who that I like him?”

Natasha looks over at you and smiles. “I’d say yeah, you’ve been talking about him for years now Y/N. You’re madly in love with this dude which, by the way, I still do not know.”

You blush. You weren’t about to tell her that the man you’ve been crushing on is Bucky. No one knew how you felt about him and you’re surprised that Natasha didn’t already figure out who you always talked about.

“Well, if everything goes well I’ll tell you who he is.” you say.

“You better. It’s not nice keeping your best friend in the dark like this.” she jokes.

You laugh. “Oh hush.”

“I need to interview this guy. Make sure he’s good for you.”

“Soon my dear, soon.”

Your door suddenly opens, revealing the man you’re in love with.

“Hey Y/N, I just came by to ask if you wanted to go get a milkshake with me.” he smiled.

“I’ll get going. See ya later, snooka.” Nat says, kissing your cheek before leaving your room.

You look over at Bucky. He’s so beautiful.

“So, what do ya say?” he’s now leaning against the doorframe.

Steve would kill you if you drank a milkshake, especially since you’re training with him tomorrow. But Bucky throws on his best pouty face and you’re done for.

“Let’s go.”


You enter your room after a tiring training session with Steve only to find Wanda sitting on your bed with a smile on her face.

“What are you doing here?” you question.

“I’m here to train you.”

You scoff. “I don’t know if you knew this but I just got back from training with Steve so..”

Wanda playfully rolls her eyes. “Not that kind of training. I’m here to train you for when you tell that guy that you like him.”

You nod. Wasn’t Natasha supposed to help you with that?

“Nat said she had something to do and asked me to help you.” she adds as if she could read your mind.

“Okay.” you nod. “So what should I do first?”

“Well if I knew who he was..” she trailed off and you laugh.

“You’re not getting it out of me, Wanda.”

“Darn.” she frowns. “When am I going to meet the guy? He could be a murderer for all I know!”

You chuckle. “If he feels the same way about me, you’ll meet him soon.”
Although you’ve already met him.

“He’d be a fool to not like you back, Y/N. You’re a big ball of happiness mixed with cute things and sprinkles.” she tells you and you smile. “Okay so we have to work on what you’ll say to him. You don’t want to be stumbling over your words or stuttering. That’s really awkward.”

“This is going to be harder than I thought.” you sigh.

“Pretend I’m Jake.” she says and you give her a confused look.

“Who’s Jake?”

“The guy, duh.” she spoke. “You won’t tell me who he is so we gotta improvise.”

“Oh, right. Okay.” you clear your throat and close your eyes, Bucky’s face coming into your mind. You can see him smiling at you, waiting for you to speak. You open your eyes. “Hey.. Jake.” oh god saying Jake was so weird.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?” Wanda responds. Your throat began to feel dry. Why - how?

“I just wanted to stop by and tell you that I love yo- your sweater.” you sigh and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Wrong! Do it again. And be less.. Cringy.” Wanda says.

You glare at her. “Oh jeez, thanks for boosting my confidence.”

“I’m trying to help you get laid here.” she gives you a look.

“Actually-”

“Do it again.”

You take a deep breath and nod, speaking from your heart. “Jake.. We’ve known each other for quite some time now and every time we hang out it’s amazing. You’re amazing. You know how to make me laugh and our conversations are never boring. You’re a really interesting person Jake. What I’m trying to say is.. I like you. I have since the day I met you, and I want to know if you feel the same way.”

You exhale, not knowing you were holding your breath before and Wanda’s lips turn upwards into a smile. “You did it.”

“I did it.” you breathe out. Wanda chuckles and you break out into a grin. “Thank you so much Wanda.”

You pull her into a hug and she squeezes you. “Go tell him. You got this.”


You rush down the hall, nearly tackling Tony down in the process. Bucky’s door comes up into view and your heart starts beating quickly. You’re going to do it. You’re going to tell Bucky how you feel. Finally.

You stop in front of his door and take a deep breath before twisting the knob and pushing it open, not even bothering to knock. At the sight in front of you, your heart drops.

“Y/N?”

Bucky moves away from Natasha, both their hair a mess. Nat’s shirt was discarded, thrown across the room and Bucky was just in his boxers. His lips were red and swollen from kissing. You almost forgot how to breathe.

“Oh god..” Nat murmurs, throwing her head in her hands.

“Y/N, hey.” Bucky grabs your attention again, standing up from his bed. “Listen I-I.. No one knows about.. Nat and I.. Please don’t tell anyone.”

You look between Natasha and Bucky. How stupid could you be? To actually think that Bucky might like you back. Of course he doesn’t. Of course he likes Nat. Of course they have a thing going on. Why wouldn’t they?

You muster up a fake smile. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Bucky lets out a sigh of relief and pulls you into a hug. “Thank you so much Y/N.”

You keep your hands at your sides, not daring to wrap them around him. When he pulls away, you clear your throat. “I’ll uh.. Get going.”

Bucky nods. “Thank you.. Again.”

“No problem.” you back out of his room and he shuts the door, leaving you to stare at it.

If only you knocked.


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Camp Crystal Lake

Title: Camp Crystal Lake

Summary:  Sam and Dean hunt a monster at a summer camp.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader, Dean Winchester

Word Count:  2737

Warnings:  nsfw, canon typical violence, mentions of blood, some smut, explicit language

Author’s Notes:  This was written for @revwinchester Birthday Challenge. My prompt was camp counselor. Italics indicate a flashback. I started writing this in January on Friday the 13th and my dash was flooded with Jared (and his floofy hair) from his Friday the 13th movie. I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I just went with it.

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Somebun’s jealous.

Me:  Oh, I’ll have the giraffe snuggle on Simon.  It’ll be cute!

River:  Not on my watch!

River:  Get off my Simon! [chomps giraffe butt]

Me:  Uh-oh.  Don’t eat the giraffe!!!! [yoinks giraffe out of River’s mouth]

The sound that came from River at this point could best be described as an angry “Meep!”

I set the poor giraffe on its feet only to have River rear up and punch it in the face, knocking it over.

Seriously, check out the look on her face.  Who knew snuggles could cause this kind of drama?

Simon decided to nope out of there after seeing River become an amateur pugilist.

Simon:  I’m flattered, but the giraffe and I are just friends.  You really need to work on your anger management issues.

River:  …

Simon:  [flops next to the giraffe] We’re all good, right? 

River:  [slowly pushes Simon away from the giraffe and makes sure he can’t see it]  Yeah, we’re good.

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I hope I'm not burdening you with a request since you've been so busy with college but when you have the chance could you write an NCT 127 version "favorite places to be kissed" Thank you so much! ~

Taeyong comes off as being a bit reserved when it comes to public displays of affection, therefore his favorite kiss is something he’d want to share only between the two of you. He’d find kisses on the nape of his neck really special because they stand for an action of attachment, that when you kiss him there you’re letting him now you’re here for him. He only ever lets you do it when it’s dark in the room and it’s just the two of you. 

Taeil is straightforward, his favorite kind of kiss is on his lips because it’s the easiest way for you to show him how much you love him. And no matter how many times you do it, he can never get enough of how you feel pressed close to him with your arms around his neck. It’s a feeling he wouldn’t trade for the world. 

Johnny loves giving you kisses, first and foremost he’d say his favorite place to be kissed is anywhere but he’d have a sweet spot right on his throat and jaw. Leaving kisses there would make him really excited and he’d want to start giving you passionate kisses of his own. Also, Johnny’s neck is so long and slender it’s practically asking to be left marked up - which Johnny is not opposed to at all. 

Yuta is totally weak for tummy kisses. No one can argue with me on this, Yuta loves loves loves it when you pull up his shirt and leave a trail of kisses up his skin and maybe, if you’re feeling more adventurous, leave some near his hipbone. It makes him chuckle, but it’s also a really pleasing feeling and will make him melt under your fingertips. 

Doyoung is up for any kind of kisses, but he’d really like kisses on his back like at the top of his spine over the cascade of his shoulder and between his wing bones. It’s a really sensually kind of kiss, but it doesn’t have to lead to anything if you guys don’t want it. Sometimes just having you hug him from behind and nuzzle your face into his back, just that warmth is enough for him. 

Jaehyun will never openly admit that this is his favorite kind of kiss, but when you hold his face and lean him down so you can press an encouraging kiss to his forehead, that just makes everything so much more better to him. A kiss on the forehead is something that can be really caring and comforting, but it can also mean “Go out there and do your best!”. He’d love it no matter what context it’s in, from you lazily kissing his forehead first thing in the morning to you kissing his forehead and telling him to crush Doyoung at monopoly. 

Winwin likes to get kisses behind the ear, because it’s playful and cute and he’d always be doing it to you so he’d like it if you did it back to him. It’s a kiss perfect for any situation, when you hang your arms around his neck from the back and give little pecks to the crown of his head down to the skin behind his ear or when you come running into his arms and whisper “I missed you!” and kiss right beside his temple. 

Mark is such a cutie, kisses get him so easily flustered and it’d take time for him to stop getting all red whenever you peck him on the lips so in all honesty he’s a cheek kiss person. It’s just the right amount of affection for public areas and just the right amount to keep his ears from burning up. Plus, cheek kisses are sweet just like him~

Haechan is a bit mature for his age, and he’d probably think forehead or cheek kisses are childish. I could see him really like it when you kiss his wrist or play with his fingers and press your lips to his palm. It’s something you’d do mindlessly, kind of just because you two are talking and it might be a slow day so you just do it because you think it’s cute and Haechan will sort of stutter over a word because it’s ticklish, but also a really nice feeling. 

I'll Be A Better Man Today - Reggie Mantle x Reader

Summary: Reader breaks up with Reggie after he refuses to stop harassing Jughead. Every attempt to get her back fails, so he comes up with a plan to knock her off her feet.
Requested: Yes
Warnings: None, apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes.
A/N: I am doing this in two parts, as when I started writing it, it become longer than I had planned it. Hope you enjoy!

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Jughead didn’t miss the way you determinedly ignored your boyfriend of almost nine months as you passed him in the hallway, at half eight Monday morning.

Greeting your best friend, he also noticed you didn’t make eye contact with him. He watched you fumbling with the combination lock, eyes narrowed. Across the hall, Reggie Mantle, the aforementioned boyfriend, approached slowly. Jughead steeled himself for the usual barrage of insults - but they never came.

‘Hey, (Y/N)?’ He called your name softly, face downcast and eyes sad. You ignored him. Jughead frowned, confusion on his face. Reggie tried again to get your attention.

’(Y/N), can we talk, please?’ His voice weighed with sorrow, even Jughead almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

‘I have to get to class,’ you finally spoke, slamming the locker shut with a loud clang, turning to Jughead and tugging him down the corridor. Leaving behind Reggie, who watched you walk away with a pain in his chest.

'Wanna tell me what that was about?’ Jughead asked, stopping you with a hand on your elbow. You swallowed thickly, emotion welling up in your eyes, your throat tight. 'I broke up with Reggie last night,’ you managed to get the words out with some semblance of strength; Jughead’s eyes widened, surprise like ice-water, shocking him deeply. 'What? Why?’

'He’s a bully, Jug,’ you reminded him, sounding tired. 'And I can’t - I don’t want to be with someone like that,’ you confessed, biting your lip in an effort to hold back the tears that stung in your eyes. Jughead’s face softened; any other circumstances, he would have been glad that his best friend was away from the self-obsessed captain of the football team. However, he could see it in your face, how much you were hurting - and, to be fair to Reggie, even if he could he an ass, he was never anything but a loving, kind boyfriend to you.

’(Y/N)…’ he started, feeling guilty, if you had broken not only Reggie’s heart, but your own, for his sake… you immediately held up a hand to stop him. 'Jughead, no. I didn’t do it because of you, I just …’ a heavy sigh followed before you continued, shaking your head. 'I can’t be the girl who dates the asshole jock, anymore. Just because I lo-’ you cut yourself off with a choked sound, and Jughead’s arm immediately came to wrap around your shoulder, comfortingly. 'Just because I care about him, doesn’t mean I can condone his actions.’

Jughead pulled you in for a proper hug then, squeezing you tightly. The affectionate gesture was all it took for the dam to burst. Suddenly, you were a sobbing wreck, head buried in the taller boys chest. He guided you to a empty classroom, and let you sit through the agonising heartbreak you felt deep inside.

**

The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully. Reggie approached you a few more times, begging for a minute to talk. Each time, you turned your back and walked away. It was just too much to handle, seeing his face, eyes glazed and eyelashes clinging together with unshed tears. If you even looked at him, just once, you knew it would be the end of you. Veronica and Betty banded together, forming a human shield against your ex - Archie getting angry by the final bell and almost starting a fist fight. Jughead managed to calm him down; 'It’ll only make (Y/N) feel worse.’
You wanted to protest; surely nothing could equal how this felt, to be so close to Reggie but so far away. You kept your mouth shut. You kept your eyes glued to the floor.

Even at home, you were granted no relief. He showed up at the front door, clutching a bouquet of daisies, your favourites. Your father answered, you lurking at the top of the stairs, just out of sight. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but after a moment, the door closed again. Sitting on the top step, your dad looked up to you, smiling sadly. He showed you the flowers, tied with a blue string. You fell apart again. A note was attached to the stem, and you took it to your room, the lingering scent of his familiar cologne lingering on the envelope.

You read, and reread, and reread, the letter penned in black ink, unmistakably Reggie’s handwriting. You read it until you knew it off by heart, until you could still see the uneven letters when you closed your eyes. Your phone buzzed relentlessly, with pleading messages and voicemails, and concerned texts from the gang. Eventually, you turned it off, crawling under the covers of your bed and switching off the lights. Sleep came surprisingly easy, you felt drained, almost hollow, from the strain of ignoring Reggie and putting on a smile for the sake of your friends.

**

Tap, tap, tap.

You moaned; rolling over and finding the cool side of the bed. Smiling in your sleep, you relaxed into the mattress.

Tap, tap, tap.

The knocking dragged you, unwillingly, from your rest. You blinked, a yawn wrestling itself out of your mouth.

Tap, tap, tap.

You shot up, the source of the noise hitting you like a truck. You glanced toward your window, the blinds still open, as you hadn’t had the energy to pull them down earlier. In the dim light of the street lamps, you could just about make out Reggie’s face through the pane of glass. Shuffling across the floor, you lifted it up a few inches, folding your arms against the sudden breeze.

’(Y/N),’ he breathed out, voice rough. It was hard to ignore the shiver the sound of it caused down your spine.

'Reggie, I told you yesterday,’ you whispered, 'I have nothing to say to you.’
'Please, baby, can we just talk?’ He begged, and this time he didn’t hold back his tears, tanned face slick with saltwater.
'There’s nothing to talk about,’ the struggle to keep your emotion in check was one you were starting to lose. Putting your hands against the window again, Reggie pressed his palm to the glass. 'Please, (Y/N), please. I can’t lose you. Just - just give me a second chance!’

Your resolve threatened to crumble, the break in his voice like a sharp edge digging into your gut. With all the strength you could muster, you shook your head. 'You haven’t done anything to prove you deserve one.’

With that, you shut the window, stepping away and pulling the blinds down. You couldn’t see, but Reggie had really fallen apart when you shut yourself away from him. His forehead fell to rest against the cool glass, chest heaving with sobs, his whole body shaking so hard he almost lost his balance on the ledge.

Meanwhile, you had climbed back into your bed, turning over your pillow and burying your face into it. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. You couldn’t believe you had shut him down so harshly. While guilt settled in the pit of your belly, you reaffirmed to yourself that it was the right thing to do. Reggie was, at his core, a kind person. However, he wore armour so thick in public it took a lot to shed it all away to get to that kind person. You’d begged him so many times, to stop harassing Jughead, and Reggie had made promises he obviously couldn’t keep. You fell back asleep, eventually, knowing you’d need all your strength to face the following day.

Wake Up (Older!DamianXReader)

Requested: Nope
Summary: After a severe accident, you wake up missing the critical last 5 years of your life.
Word Count: 2136
Warning: Trauma, severe pain, severe confusion, pretty angsty, death of a family member

A/n: This is part one of a three part (So far maybe) fic. It’s angst that no one asked for honestly. Part one is supposed to be a little confusing. It begins in the middle of the story. Don’t worry you’ll find out how you got here, but first, please enjoy the confusion and emotional turmoil.

The first thing that came to your mind was how numb everything felt. It was impossible for you to open your eyes, or even to tell up from down. You were just floating numbly in the dark. You were not sure how long you stayed that way. Time was immeasurable in the void.

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