#and longish messy blond hair

[starchild--27]

oh nooooo cute boy on the bus did in fact not kiss one of his besties and now he will haunt my brain for the next 2 weeks with stuuuupid romantic scenarios 🫠

[ts1m1kas]

Original Ask: goofy guy who loves life (aka our sweet baby boy kostas) showing a girl he likes his hometown and neighborhood, while she is on vacation and sparks fly 😏 (@findingnemosworld )

Word Count: 725 words

(author's note: nemo requests, i deliver 😉)

Ever since she was little, Y/N had always wanted to go to Greece. The culture, landscape, and food enticed her, strengthening her desperation to go to the country. So naturally, when she grew up and could go, the tickets were booked, and she was on her way.

Landing on the runway in Greece was an unforgettable moment for Y/N. All her memories about her childhood and the plans she had made flooded her mind, reminding her of how grateful she was to be there.

She collected her luggage from the airport and headed to her taxi outside. Sliding into the backseat, Y/N stared wistfully out of the window. She was finally here.

However, when she got to her hotel, dropped off her bags, and left again to explore the small city she was staying in, she realised she had no idea what to do or where to go. As she looked around helplessly, she failed to notice the man walking towards her.

“Excuse me, can I help you, I couldn’t help but notice that you look a little lost?”

“Oh- Hi, yeah I am a little lost. I just landed an hour ago and I’m not really sure what to do.” Y/N laughed awkwardly as she stared at the man in front of her.

He had longish brown hair that faded to blonde at the ends and was tied into a small messy bun. His arms were covered with tattoos, and his gold earrings glinted in the sunlight.

“How about I show you around? I’m Konstantinos but everyone calls me Kostas.”

“Really? You’d do that for me? I’m Y/N.”

Kostas smiled, “Pretty name for a pretty girl. And of course, I’ll show you around, it’s no trouble.”

“Do you always flirt with girls you’ve just met?”

“Nope, you’re the first,” Kostas said, winking at her.

Y/N laughed, and the pair set off down the street. They went into shops, walked along the beach, and finally, Kostas showed Y/N the way to the best food truck in town. He ordered them something to eat, and they found an empty bench to sit at.

“So,” Kostas began, “What brings you to Greece?”

“Well, I’ve always wanted to come, ever since I was a little girl. Everything about this place just has a certain charm. It’s a bonus that the men here are cute too,” Y/N laughed, staring at Kostas knowingly.

“It’s nice to know that people still appreciate my country, I obviously love it as I grew up here. But it’s refreshing to see others enjoying our culture.”

“Of course! I know I’ve only been here for a day, but I already know I chose the right place to visit. It also helps that I had an incredible tour guide.”

“Well, I can do you one better, how about you let me take you on a date tomorrow? I can show you some more of my favourite places?”

Y/N blushed bright red, “You want to go on a date with me?”

Kostas looked puzzled, “Yes?”

“I mean I’d love to. It’s just, what if it goes well? I have to leave at some point, and I might not be able to afford to come back-”

“You don’t have to worry about that because I don’t live here either.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I work in the UK. I’m a footballer.”

“Are you lying? Is this just you trying to convince me to go on a date with you?”

“No, I promise, look it up!” Kostas insisted.

“I believe you,” Y/N thought for a second, “Okay, I’ll go on a date with you.”

Kostas’ face broke out into a huge grin, “Perfect. I’ll meet you outside your hotel tomorrow at 6?”

Y/N nodded.

The pair cleared away their rubbish and stood up. Kostas walked Y/N back to her hotel and then stopped outside the entrance.

“Thank you for making my first day here so memorable, I appreciate it.”

“No thank you, I’m always eager to show off my home country. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, Goodnight Kostas.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

The pair parted ways, and Y/N headed back into her hotel, a small smile on her face. She knew she was going to love it in Greece, she just didn’t know she’d love it this much.

[sorryimananti-romantic]

rank yunho eras/hair colours from favourite to leaat favourite?

lemme kiss you first for asking my fav sort of question bc if you haven't already guessed, i'm very particular about hair colours/styles so you bet i'll be sorting a single colour with diff styles too! yunho nails every hair colour but this is me little personal ranking:

natural hair>>> bc nothing beats the natural hair and it doesn't matter if it's short, long, styled, messy, it's his colour and he looks the best in this!

THIS. deja vu hair BUT THE LONGER VERSION THAT DIDN'T LAST THAT LONG jkdfhgkjdf honestly with these waves and everything he looked absolutely amazing?? this might be my fav thing ever.

this sandy? brown hair. again, this looks absolutely amazing on him, it's probably tied with that ^ in terms of rankings bc oh my god. look at him??? it just makes me feel things ;-;

yunho i feel is such a natural blonde lmao but again, it has to be the right shade. i think this one from inception and thanxx era looks the best on him and it was styled exceptionally well! i loved the little bits they added in the thanxx era.

i feel like this follows closely from the real era i believe. another shade of blonde that suits him really well!!

silver/blue from crazy form era suits him so damn well!! i swear this did sth to me.

blue from wave era: i feel like this one had to be styled something like this to look absolutely ethereal on him! like this is the softest he's looked hehe

oreo hair from halazia era: it looks great but on my personal ranking its a little low bc i love the others ^ a bit too much hehe

so basically bc i'm so indecisive:

natural longish hair esp from the bouncy era chefs kiss

deja vu hair when it was long lmao (why am i so particular about my hair stylings and length) and the sandy brown ash sth hair from crazy form? era

blonde/pink? inception/thanxx era and silver/blue from crazy form era

light blue from wave era and oreo hair halazia era

wonderland era blonde with black roots (i feel like that shade of blonde washed his skin out)

am i missing sth??

[super-marvel-dc]

Ok ladies and gentlemen and others, I have FINALLY come up with the names, ages, race, and small bios for Jason and Y/N's kids they've adopted! If you are unaware what this is about I have a little thing going on that I came up with (because I'm delulu) about Jason and Y/N having 16 kids. Yes, you read that correctly. 16. You can find the explanation here in my Jason Todd's Family masterlist or click this one here to be sent to the post instead.

Alex: 10 years old, white, brown eyes, dark brown/blackish short hair, deaf. He loves walking in the woods with Y/N and their dog Barney, and drawing. (Sorry, he's my favorite)

Maddie: 6 years old, white, heterochromia (one blue eye and one brown eye), blonde long hair, hyper. She loves to climb on things, run around with the chickens outside and throw rocks in the pond.

Lilly: 6 years old, white, green eyes, black shoulder length hair, timet and shy. She loves sitting with the horses and reading to them, helping Y/N cook, and coloring.

Ben: 8 years old, Korean, dark brown eyes, short black hair, wears glasses (I thought it was cute). He loves swimming, reading, and dinosaurs.

Christopher: 11 years old, black, brown eyes, short, buzz cut like, black hair, almost always smiling. He loves watching movies (specifically Bugs Life), camping, and watching the fish in the pond.

Rose: 4 years old, Mexican, light brown eyes, long wavy black hair, shy but hyper. She loves flowers, dresses, spending time with Jason and Y/N, and listening to music.

Amy: 5 years old, twin, pale white, blue eyes, chin length red hair, freckles, giggles a lot. She loves playing in the mud, riding the horses, and dolls.

Amara: 5 years old, twin, pale white, blue eyes, shoulder length red hair, freckles, also giggles a lot. She loves swinging, dolls, and playing at the park for hours.

Zeppelin: 13 years old, Puerto Rican, dark brown eyes, short curly hair, a few freckles, quiet. He loves listening to Y/N read to him, going to the library, and watching The Office.

Dean: 15 years old, white, green eyes, short dirty blonde hair, freckles, quiet yet hyper. He loves music, movies, knives, and taking pictures of the wildlife.

Ezekiel: 2 years old, Chinese, dark brown/black eyes, short black, messy hair, sweet. He loves spending time with Dick, playing with stuffed animals (his favorite is a blue narwhal), taking walks while he sits in his blue wagon, and watching SpongeBob.

Riley: 9 years old, white/tan ish, gray eyes, short/pixie cut white hair with pink tips, shy yet can be loud. She loves painting and drawing, taking pictures of flowers, skateboarding, and singing with Jason.

Sasha: 18 years old, black, blue eyes, wavy black hair with red stripes, outgoing. She loves helping Y/N bake (she takes some for later), learning about literature, hanging out with her friends at the coffee shop, and writing.

Michaela: 10 years old, Mexican, light golden brown eyes, short brown hair, mute. She loves to stick to Y/N and Jason's side like glue, playing dress up and with her Nightwing action figure (don't tell Jason...), sitting with the cows, and watching cartoons.

Mathew: 4 years old, white, brown eyes, dark blue fluffy short hair, wears glasses. He loves coloring, the park (specifically the slides), ducks, and walking in the water (under supervision).

Angel: 11 years old, white, heterochromia (one green eye and one blue eye), short on the sides and longish in the middle (kinda like a mowhawk) black hair, occasionally a menace. He loves watching action movies, helping Jason fix things, shaving one of the dogs..., and reading with Y/N.

Please, do not steal my work

[childhoodfriendstoloversshowdown]

Poll: Round 2A

[Image ID. AN image of Sasha, Anne, and Marcy from Amphibia. They are in a park in daylight with green grass , a tree, a chained fence around it and some patches of dirt. In the center is a picnic table. Near the left of the image, near the end of the table, is Sasha. She has Light skin, blonde hair in a ponytail, and she is wearing a blue uniform shirt, a greenish blue jacket with the sleeves rolled up and a pink skirt, black heel shoes and longish white socks. She is holding a drink cup. She is leaning back in shock as she watches Marcy and Anne on the other side of the table. Marcy is falling off of the top of the table, where Anne is trying to catch her. Marcy has olive skin, short black hair with a green clip in it, and a panicked look on her face as she falls. She is wearing a green skirt and a blueish grey hoodie. She has brown shoes and long socks. Anne has light brown skin, and auburn hair. she is wearing a purple skirt and the same school uniform shirt as Sasha. She also looks panicked. And an image of Oikawa and Iwaizumi from the Haikyuu!! anime. Oikawa is on the right of the image. He has messy brown hair, light skin, and he is wearing a sports uniform which is white, with blue lines in it. He is holding up a peace sign, Be hide him in the left of the image, is Iwaizumi. His face is blocked by Oikawa's peace sign, but he has short dark brown hair, his skin tone is slightly darker then Oikawa's. He is wearing the same Uniform as Oikawa. Be hide them is a row of seats, where some people are sitting. End ID}

[sunshineyoujustwait]

seventeen million years late to this, as usual, but now that I have five minutes to spare- better late than never!

Tag Game:

tagged by the wonderful, talented and gorgeous @cupidskissx ily and apologies this took 5 business days to respond to

rule(s): post a snippet (however long or short or longish or shortish) from a wip !!

this is a longer snippet from a work I started ages ago and completely forgot about, I may return to it now that I remembered it exists lmao

“Do you ever wonder, like, is there supposed to be something more than this?”

Charles rolls his eyes, glancing over to where Max is laid out on his balcony, beer dangling precariously from one hand. “Max, it’s the new year, not the end of the world.” Max huffs at him, takes another sip of his beer. “That’s not what I mean, it’s just- what’s next, you know?” Charles glances longingly at the glass double doors leading back into the apartment, wonders if Max would notice if he just dipped from this entire conversation. Lando and Carlos are playing beer pong, and it’s suddenly looking very appealing.  He sighs, turning back to the blonde beside him. “What’s next for you is probably more race wins, maybe a third championship.” Charles tries not to sound bitter, he’s not sure how successful he is.  “Sorry,” Max winces a little. “I know you should probably hate me right now.” I’m trying to, Charles thinks, but I can’t. It’s an unfair thought really, none of this is Max’s fault. There’s plenty of blame to go around for the mess that was last season and Max doesn’t deserve any of it. Still, it feels like it would be easier to hate him, if that was something he was capable of doing.  Max rolls over onto his stomach, narrowly avoiding falling off the hammock he’s curled himself into. “Winning is great and all, and I love racing, but it just feels a little hollow or something, lately. We fly across the world, we race, we come home, rinse and repeat, same thing every week.” Charles glances at Max where he’s sprawled out across the hammock. He looks fine, a little drunk maybe, but not like someone on the verge of an existential crisis. His hair is flopping into his eyes and Charles’ hands twitch with a sudden desire to run his fingers through the errant strands. It’s not a new feeling, exactly, it’s just that sometimes when he looks at Max under the lights like this, soft and relaxed, it makes his breath catch in his throat and his stomach whirl with an as of yet unnamed feeling.  Other times, he just wants to strangle him. “Must be nice,” he mutters, “getting sick of winning.” Max groans. “Fuck off, you know that's not what I meant. It's just that, it feels like there should be something more, you know? Someone to share it all with, lights on when you come home, that sort of thing.” Charles doesn't know, not really, but he supposes it makes sense in a way. You achieve one dream - world champion, check (twice) - then you start seeking out the next. In Max's case that seems to be some sort of cosy picket fence. Like Maslow's hierarchy of needs, but for millionaires who drive fast cars for a living.  He's still stuck on the previous step of the pyramid though, so he's not feeling entirely charitable about it right now.  “Then date, find someone, it's not that complicated.” It comes out harsher than intended, but Charles is feeling a little lost at the direction of this conversation, and the image of Max settling down is rattling around in his brain for some reason, ugly and discordant.  Max is quiet for a moment, and Charles kind of maybe feels like a bit of an asshole.  “Tried that,” he says finally. “It didn’t exactly work out.” Charles definitely feels like an asshole then, winces at the words because, yeah, he did. There’d been a ring and everything, it had been a bit messy.  “Sorry,” he tries, but Max waves him off, shrugging. "Do you not get lonely?" "I date." Max snorts at that, which- rude.  “I have racing. I like racing. I'm not-” he gestures vaguely at Max's sprawled form- “losing it because I don’t have someone waiting for me when I come home. I’m happy.” “Yeah well, I guess it just doesn’t feel the same anymore.” “What doesn’t?” “Racing.” That catches Charles’ attention, sets the alarm bells ringing in his admittedly alcohol muddled mind. There are few constants in his life but Max and racing are two of them. 

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[br0-k3n-sch00lb01]

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…

Someone was shaking him awake. He blinked.

“What do you want?!”

His vision was still blurry but he could slightly make out Sunny’s messy, longish black hair and his crystal heart goggles. He could see the spiral prosthetic eye. 

“You’ve been asleep for hours. Like… almost a whole day’s worth…”

Basil raised an eyebrow.

“And your point is?”

Sunny laughed nervously.

“Um… do you normally sleep like that?”

“I normally sleep longer than that.”

He blinked a few times and Sunny came into focus.

“So, what do you want?”

“I just… figured I should wake you up.”

“If you don’t need anything, I’m going back to sleep.”

He closed his eyes again. 

“...Wait, no…”

“Jesus, if you want something, just say it!!”

Basil re-opened his eyes and stared at Sunny, who had stepped back. 

“You shouldn’t be so easily startled. It’s not necessary to be so scared if I snap at you.”

Sunny rubbed his arm.

“You haven’t raised your voice since Mari…”

Basil raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sure I yelled at Aubrey at least five times. Whether or not you saw that any of those times, I can’t say.”

“My point was, I haven’t seen you yell in a long time, okay?”

“Okay.” 

The two stared at each other for a moment. Sunny looked uneasy.

“Do you want something from me?”

“I… just wanted to spend some time with you. Y’know… like we used to.”

Basil hugged Sunny. When he pulled back, Sunny’s face had gone red.

“You’re being so clingy, all of a sudden.”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“N-No! I just meant it was unusual for you!!”

“Hm…”

Basil held his hands gently on Sunny’s back. Sunny stood there, awkwardly, much too tall for this. He moved to sit beside Basil on the couch. 

‘You’re looking at me funny.”

“Am I?”

“Mhm. You’re not looking me in the eyes… you’re looking…”

Basil flitted his gaze to meet Sunny’s.

“This is strange… it’s been years…”

Basil didn’t answer. He leaned his head against Sunny’s shoulder, breathing deeply.

“Are you okay?”

Basil nodded.

“I missed you.”

Sunny’s freckles were starting to stand out prominently on his face. He was blushing from his ears to his neck.

“...I missed you too.”

It was silent. Sunny leaned his head to rest on top of Basil’s, smelling that inexplicable scent of honey, mint, and roses. 

“I love you…” Basil murmured simply, quietly.

Sunny nodded without speaking. He hummed in acknowledgement.

“...’M sorry for saying I didn’t love you yesterday.”

Basil’s breath caught in his throat. He hugged Sunny tighter. 

“...’S okay…I don’t mind…” Basil mumbled, shifting his head and nuzzling into Sunny’s neck.

“Don’t mind anything if it’s you, sunsun…” He added in a whisper. He wrapped his arms around Sunny and pulled himself into Sunny’s lap. He wrapped his thin legs around Sunny’s waist. Basil was snuggling the taller boy like a giant teddy bear. Sunny didn’t think he could blush any deeper. 

“...What are you doing?”

Basil shrugged. 

“Cuddling you.”

“Mm.”

Sunny stared down at his boyfriend. Even after everything that had happened, he still saw him as the cute flower boy he had fallen in love with all those years ago. He buried his face in Basil’s blonde-and-red hair.

“You haven’t changed a bit.”

“You got taller… lots taller…”

Sunny giggled.

“Maybe you got shorter.”

“Nuh-uh… you’re taller…”

“Okay, short stuff, you win. I did get taller. You haven’t grown at all, have you?”

“...Haven’t been out… much…”

“You were growing like a weed, last I remember.”

“...’M starting to think I grew as tall as I’ll get… I'm destined to be short…”

“I’m okay with that.”

“Wanted to be tall… now you’re too tall…”

“I’m sure we can make it work, Bas…”

Basil hummed.

“Mhm.”

They sat in silence, and eventually Sunny realized Basil had fallen asleep. He smiled and drifted off as well. 

[jakeabel]

i’m in lvoe with the starbucks barista i met today who called everyone dude and said “totally” multiple times throughout my order

[elysianightsss]

Adam Stivinski x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, werewolf, possessiveness, fluff, smut.

{Masterlist} {Adam’s Masterlist}

You needed time away. It was that simple, well at least you thought it was. You sent those words to your agent via drunken text, to then drive out here with a hangover. Stupid decisions lead to stupid decisions.

You remember being here only once before, that was when your grandmother died and all her stuff needed to be packed up. A sad memory you were willing to challenge for some peace and quiet. What could you say? Bad relationship, lead to bad life choices lead to writers block and now that your job and sanity were on the line you had to do something about it.

So here you were at a cabin in the middle of nowhere to finish your novel and hopefully sort out your messy life.

“Who are you?” The voice was mean and the deep tone to it made you jump, your hand fumbling to keep your suitcase from dropping as you turned to find the rugged owner of said voice.

He held himself with pride despite his rough appearance, the black shirt that graced his figure was tight on him probably due to the big muscles he had. He cocked his head to the side as he sized you up, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in deeply.

Then suddenly his whole demeanour changed, he met your gaze, plump lips parting before he took a step forward. On instinct you took one back, oh he didn’t like that one bit and clearly didn’t mind telling you with the disapproving grunt that escaped him.

“Who I am is none of your business.” You said, a huff escaping your lips and another step back but this time it felt like you were stumbling. Your body quickly hot and bothered, your underwear sticking to you in an uncomfortable way, your palms suddenly sweaty just like your brow, goosebumps rising across your body.

The man took another step closer, “I’m Adam.” His voice vibrated though you and a shiver wracked down your spine.

“That’s nice.” You quickly spat out before swiftly making your way inside your new home.

-

He had been out there for hours now, you noticed his cabin a little way away from yours. In between the two buildings was a tree stump, Adam had been standing there for hours chopping wood, the pile of chopped oak was getting bigger and higher by the minute.

Each time you peaked out your window he seem to sense you were there, watching. His eyes finding yours each time.

Your body was stripped of clothes about five minutes after you had hurried inside, a cold shower and new clothes would do the trick right?

Wrong.

You were on your fourth outfit in the last three hours, each one had been ruined by your sweat and slick. You didn’t understand what was happening. Not only were you hot and incredibly horny, but you felt delirious too.

Your tummy rumbled disturbing you from your staring contest with Adam. You glanced at the freezer with distain, you knew there was a whole batch of frozen ready meals begging you to eat them right now, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to walk over to the cold box.

The overcooked or undercooked freezer food that heats up in the microwave making it taste worse. You really didn’t want to handle the disappointment that awaited you inside that freezer. Not when all you were craving was meat, berries and chocolate.

It was a craving pulsing through your viens, an unfortunate coincidence that you didn’t have any of those things stocked up and it was a real fucking shame. You stood in silence in the kitchen internally ranting about having to leave the house to go to the store and simply not having the energy.

A sharp wrapping of knuckles against hard wood brought you out or your thoughts, “who the fuck?” You frowned letting out a little huff before opening the door not expecting him to be on the other side.

He looked so gorgeous, even more than he did three hours ago if that was even possible. The thick beard gracing his face, the colour blending with his longish hair. The dirty blonde tuffs dangling in front of his ocean eyes, it had you swallowing hard. Your mind reeling with the amount of dirty thoughts swirling in it, dragging you down down down a deep hole of sin.

You started to feel your pulse rising by the second, the throb ending directly in your cunt.

“A shame indeed.” Adam grinned stepping closer causing you to take a step back leaving just enough room for him to come inside.

His muscular back was to you as he made himself at home in your kitchen, you felt entirely too tired to tell him off for such bad manners. The thought itself disapated completely when you smelt the scent of well marinated meat and sweet berries.

Your brain being the detective it is was about to make the connection between what you were craving and what this man had brought into your new home, but when he turned flashing his pearly whites at you before sliding a small piece of dark chocolate across the kitchen counter, the thought didn’t even bother entire your mind at all.

You picked up the sweet treat and began to munch, absolutely oblivious to the beaming expression that had formed on his face. His curious gaze gauging your every expression while you chewed the chocolate.

Sizzling meat, and succulent berries filled your senses. The meat smelling delicious, the berries and chocolate giving you something to munch on while you waited for the meal to cook.

“Are you comfortable here?” He asked and at first you had to think about what he could mean. Did he mean where you sat? With him here in the house? Or did he just mean the house in general? You just nodded your head. He frowned not seeming to like your answer.

“Yes.” You replied and the verbal response zapped the frown from existence.

He seemed to have more questions but thankfully decided against asking them, instead he walked around the kitchen island and stood in front of the stool you sat on.

A big hand suddenly on your cheek, cupping it, caressing it. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, it was just the right amount of gentle and rough. Heat bursting from the place he was touching, well heat bursting from every nerve on your body.

“So beautiful. My mate.” You frowned, eyes narrowing at the term he used. He sensed your confusion but it just made him chuckle, no explanation was needed in his mind.

“What?” The words died on your tongue when his lips met your cheek, sparks tickling your skin oh so softly. A pause in time, that’s what this felt like. A blip in space and time where everything around you has stopped and all you can feel is the plumpness of lips against your skin.

“Right,” he grinned, “time for dinner.”

He plated the food up, a small mound of savoury rice sat on a few spinach leaves, the well marinated meat laid over it. It made your mouth water and your stomach rumble. Adam watched you closely, waiting on the edge of his seat for you to try the food he’d made you.

You did. And oh my god it was the best food you’d ever eaten, even when you had finished you wanted more. Adam chuckled passing you berries and little pieces of chocolate instead. By the end of the meal, Adam kissed your cheek once more and left bidding you a good nights sleep with a dangerous smirk.

Deep down inside you knew that smirk meant something far more than just a sweet goodnight. But for what seemed like the billionth time tonight you pushed your inner detective aside, went upstairs to try and get a good night sleep.

-

You rolled over again, the sweaty covers discarded on the floor your clothes piled up with them. Glancing over to the clock, digitalised disappointment glared brightly in the dark of night, the neon numbers reading 4am.

“Pisstake.”

You think back to the dangerous smirk from Adam, the mischievous glint in his azure eyes. Did it mean more? Did he know this would happen? Was he somehow causing this?

Stressed and too hot to think about it anymore, you turned your shower on once more. Regardless of how cold you turned the water, you felt like your skin was on fire and only one thing could help.

Your hands moved over your skin, running up and down your body until they reach your throbbing pussy. You cried out way too loud for such little stimulation, you were barely touching your clit. Pressing more pressure on your bundle of nerves had you keening, it felt so good for such a sweet relief.

You weren’t sure if it was the water that made it easy to push two fingers inside or your slick. At this point you had decided that thinking was the last thing you needed, your back pressed against the wet tiles as you pumped your fingers in and out getting faster by the second until you came with a loud cry.

Washing yourself off and stepping out of the shower you had to admit you felt better, but very unsatisfied.

The sweaty bed was a no go now you’d showered, just looking at it made you feel uncomfortable. You dragged your duvet and pillows downstairs with you and started to make a little comfy area. The duvet on the ground over the couch cushions, then your own pillows surrounding the whole thing.

It was so cosy and the most comfortable you’d felt all night. You relaxed your naked body onto the makeshift bed and finally let yourself sleep absolutely none the wiser to the howling outside or the glowing eyes that watched you through the window.

-

You woke up just after noon and instantly the guilt set in, you’d been there over 24 hours and the one thing you moved out here for you hadn’t done. Grabbing your laptop and phone you instantly got to work, answering a few emails from your agent along the way.

A few chapters later your stomach grumbled, and a knock on your door pulled you away from your laptop. You placed the device on your worktop and opened the door.

“Good afternoon sweetheart.” His smile got wider when your breath hitched. You silently thanked god that you had remembered to put clothes on when you woke up.

“Adam.” You greeted with a bite to your lip.

His head tilted from side to side once again sizing you up, a habit of his you assumed. You don’t think you’ll get use to it. He walked inside and past you, to the kitchen again. Only then did you realise what he held in his oversized hands, a blanket, and a couple tubs of food.

He slid the blanket over to you watching you cautiously out of the corner of his eye to see what you’d do. You picked it up and instantly took a liking to it, the softness of the beige material had you sighing while you pressed your face against it.

“I know where this would look good!” You squealed, shutting the front door on the way to the living room, your makeshift bed looked ten times better with the new blanket in it. You had no idea why but it made you feel at peace.

“Oh sweetheart! The nest looks great!” Adam hollered from the kitchen, and despite your confusion about what a nest is, the praise brought a warmth to your cheeks you would forever deny. “Come back in here bun, I’ll make you something special today.”

His words affected you like a moth to a flame, your feet padding against the floor as you entered the kitchen. He beamed at you and did something entirely unexpected, he opened his arms wide, it was at this point you noticed he was wearing a sweater. It was cream and definitely made of wool, his muscular legs wrapped in black jeans.

Your hesitation to hug him didn’t go unnoticed, and even though he tried hard to contain himself he ended up letting go with a deep growl. You flinch at the sound that echoed around your kitchen, unwillingly it had your panties sticking to you uncomfortably.

“Sweetheart…I…I’m sorry.”

“What are you?” Your voice was a screech, the cringe on Adam’s face told you that. Silence enveloped the two of you, all Adam could hear in his head is that it was too soon, he shouldn’t have tried to hug you so early. What an idiot, how stupid he was!

“Get out.” You grunted pushing him out the door, clicking the lock into place quickly after. The growl freaked you out but the feelings you felt were confusing you and you definitely knew they were from him. It made your head spin, you felt so very dizzy.

You needed time to get your mind right, to calm down. To breathe. The air smelt of him it was so very intoxicating, his scent of spiced apple, something woody and masculine, thickly settling around you.

All you can think of is him, he consumes your scenes and the banging on the door by his muscular, large hand doesn’t help you nor his words, “please omega, let Alpha in.” At that it was as if the pin had dropped, you keeled over with a pained gasp heat surging through your sweaty body.

“Oh I can smell you sweet omega, yes, you smell so good sweetheart. C’mon let Alpha take care of you.” You thought at first he was begging but there hidden beneath the letters a dangerous promise is found. If you don’t let me in little pig I’ll huff and I’ll puff… It underlines the sultry words with new feelings you weren’t sure you were supposed to be feeling.

You whimper your hand instinctively slipping into your underwear to rub at your clit, frustration setting in as the painful desperation increases so intensely you stumble back towards your ‘nest’.

The cool pillows and blankets surround you letting you seek comfort with them, they give you slight solace, that is until more banging is heard. It’s louder now, the door on its last hopes the hinges will stay strong so it can do it’s job of separating you from him.

He’s pacing back and forth on the front porch his hands clenching and unclenching, he can hear your whimpers. The wolf under the surface roaring to be let out, he just wants to help. He can’t stand to hear his mate in such distress without being there for the pretty omega.

“Omega.” It’s a deep growl that shakes the whole house, your hips buck against your hand at the sound. Your fingers rubbing at your bundle of nerves quicker and quicker until you’re moaning loudly, your back arching. The pleasure clouding your mind, moulding it into something hazy and lustful.

“Let. Me. In.” Each sharp snarl is paired with a heavy smash against the door, it’s on its last legs now a couple seconds later, a particularly hard ‘knock’ breaks through. Adam’s fist is through the wood, the gap letting him smell your scent freely. It fills his nose, making his eyes glaze over with lust.

“Oh god.” You whine when he falls to his knees with a groan, his once blue eyes shining a golden yellow hue. He’s decided now, it’s enough. His fists begin to destroy the rest of the wood, absolutely tearing into little shreds of nothing. He sees it as what’s keeping him from his precious omega, that’s all it is.

No more. His thundering footsteps resonate in your ears, tingling your skin, goosebumps rising until the sound stops. Once again Adam falls to his knees, your eyes flutter open to see the large man on his hands and knees breathing heavily. You follow his gaze to the edge of your blanket, and then around each corner almost as if he was looking for a way in. And he was.

The door was gone, that was easy to get rid of but nothing could rip primal instinct from the half man half wolf. He needed permission, you needed to agree to let him inside your nest. “Please omega, let me in. All you need to do is nod and I’ll help you. I’ll stretch your little pussy with my knot, fill you up so well with pups I promise. Just nod.” His desperation slices through the air.

Yes! Yes you wanted to do badly, you needed him so badly. And yet your head stayed still, it wouldn’t move even when you were screaming for it to. “I can’t.” You whined rutting your hips against your hand desperately, Adam growled lowly at the misunderstood rejection. His glowing eyes raking down your clothed body, how he wished to change that.

While he lusted over you, your mind was reeling with how badly you needed him. You were too exhausted to get any of your limbs to move.

“Please, Ad-“ you took a deep breath conveying the consequences of your next action, they could be absolutely destroying but part of you deep down, craved it. “Alpha.” The moan caught Adam off guard his entire face morphing into something primal, his eyes widening the glowy golden becoming more intense.

“Please, what?” He snarled through gritted teeth.

“H-Help me.” You stuttered hoping, praying that he would end your torment. With hesitation in his movement he lifted his hand and placed it into your nest, his nostrils flaring and eyes closing as he did.

A small whine from you had his eyes flicking your way, “That’s it sweetheart.” He grinned letting his whole body guide itself to hover over you, “You’re too dressed.” He smirked and nuzzled your cheek, the mewl you let out tugging at his heart. His wolf growling at him for taking so long, it was practically brutal teasing at this point.

Adam slowly peeled away your clothing with pressured touches to reassure you he was there and not going anywhere. Gazing upon your bare skin with awe, he ran his hands across your beautiful body taking in the feel of your skin, which touches you liked and how you reacted due to where he touched.

He was drinking in all the information wanting to know what drives you, ails you and when he did find a particular spot you seemed to like he massaged it deeply watching how your back arched slightly, listening to your gentle whimpers and little begs for more more more.

With a deep hum he spoke as if in a trance, “I want you so addicted to me you can’t fathom it, then you’ll understand what you’re putting me through precious omega.” His lips landed on your hip bone, dragging down until he reached where you needed him most.

His tongue gliding through your soaked folds, flicking against your swollen clit. He revealed in the sounds he pulled from you over and over again, you look like you’d lost your mind, yours hands moving all over trying to hold something to anchor yourself but then he pulled your clit into his mouth a sucked “oh god!” You sobbed letting the pleasure flood your entire being, letting wash over you completely.

“Yes, such a good girl for me.” His praise surged heat through you once again while he stripped himself of his clothes. You gaped at the sheer size of his enormous cock, it was literally gorgeous, you didn’t know a cock could be but it was. “It’s made for you omega.” He all but purred slapping it against your sloppy pussy.

“Please Alpha, stretch me open, please please!” You begged bucking against his cock while he slipped it in.

“Naughty girl.” He chuckled dirtily his head thrown back, his grip on your hips tightening the further he pushed inside. God you were perfect.

There was no pain the further he pushed in, like he said, you were made for him. He studied your body thoroughly thrusting in and out your tight wet heat, it made him groan at the sight to see his cock making a bulge on your stomach. To know he was that deep.

He’s been thinking about it, imaging how you’d look or how you’d sound when you cum and he was fucking determined to find out.

“Fuck, fuck! Fuck!” Your moans got higher and louder the quicker he fucked you, sweet gaspy little sounds escaping your open mouth.

It wasn’t precise or perfect. It was sloppy and rough letting him take you higher and higher towards your second orgasm. It came quicker than you thought, shooting through you intensely. Adam’s face morphing into a feral grin seeing you cum all over his cock, “Oh sweetheart, I’ve barely begun.”

You whine and whimper, the heat spreading through you like wildfire it’s so hot, but so fucking good. Adam’s large hand grips your jaw, “look at me omega.” Your eyes flutter open wanting nothing more than to please him, “You’re mine, understand? Everything about you is mine. This perfect cunt is mine.” He growls, kissing down your neck until he reaches the point where your neck and shoulder meets, sucking it into his mouth.

“Everyone will know.” He whispers darkly against your skin, his canines elongating, they pierce your skin and fuck it hurts so much but he holds your body down to stop the squirming. He wants to make your mark look pretty and you have to stay still for that to happen but fuck that! It hurts so much you wiggle in his hold and beg for him to stop, he just strokes your cheek gently almost saying it will be over soon.

And he’s right, the immense pain eventually melts away leaving behind bubbling pleasure that pulls you into another orgasm, Adam fucks you through it his hips snapping against yours faster until suddenly he stops with a loud groan, the grip on your hips becoming bruising.

You gasp your back arching at the feeling of his already big dick swelling, growing, stretching your fluttering pussy out until it’s sucking him back in desperate to be as full as it can.

“Yes, oh such a perfect girl, fuck omega, feel so fuckin’ good sweetheart.” His eyes are back to blue now, the deep ocean staring at you, no desperation anymore, just pure satisfaction. You’re his now, he thinks as you cling to him head empty while his knot connects the both of you together.

And no one will take you from him.

Right?

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[cledubs]

martyn has blonde hair that’s kinda long that’s in tiny braids!!

tangos hair is mostly pushed back but a few pieces are everywhere he also bleached his hair blonde!

joel has joel hair

ethos hair was died white with some of his black hair roots showing his outfit also looks really out of place for the time period he died in.

ren has long brown hair that’s tied back in a long pony tail

cleo has ginger curly hair!!

bigB has short black hair!

impulse has brown hair that is somewhat grown out

skizz has black hair that you can put into a really tiny pony tail

scott dyed his dirty blonde hair cyan that faded a bit.

jimmy has sandy blond hair!

scar has messy chocolate brown hair

grian also had sandy blonde hair!

bdubs has longish hair that’s also a chocolate brown!

lizzies hair is a bubblegum pink (the dye faded a bit)

pearl has sandy hair to!! (it’s usually covered by her hood though)

mumbo has his black hair always pushed back and neat.

(hopefully i didn’t miss anyone)

oooo !! i love these !! it’s honestly just like how i imagine it lol

“joel has joel hair”

[brandyspringsluxury]

Seraphin (Phin) Cohen 

21 - 6’1” - 168 lbs || he/him || Room 110 || Defiant Occult  Leader

tw: mentions of self harm and religious trauma 

Gabrielle’s twin brother. Tall, lean, and lanky, he’s a little greasy and a lot of opposing figure. He has longish, pin straight messy blonde hair that he likes to use to cover his eyes. He is all lean muscle that makes him look skinny and kind of deathly but he is surprisingly fast and strong. 

He has thick brows that are a little darker than his hair and he has slightly sunken eyes. His skin is pale because he really only leaves the house in the afternoon or night. His eyes are actually a striking blue which he hates. They make him stand out more and he gets a lot of compliments on them. He has thin lips and stubble that he shaves religiously because he hates how much it itches when it’s coming in and growing. Besides his stubble, he’s relatively hairless. His limbs are lanky and he has acne scars across his back from early puberty. Other than that his skin is largely unblemished sans any accidents when he was much younger or any early self harm marks for sacrifices back when he wasn’t the leader of the cult but first starting his journey. Those self harm scars are mostly across his wrists and hands but there’s a few that he’s done on his stomach or hips. If he were to ever spend any time in the sun, he does develop a few light spattering of freckles across his shoulders. However, when he does leave the house it’s always in black and it always covers most of his skin so it would never truly happen. 

Like Yin-Yang, he is the darkness with a light heart. He may be an occult cult leader that strives to create chaos and make the rich reap what they sow, but he is a sweetheart to his darling. Thinks of them as an angel sent to him from the gods as a blessing, telling him he’s going on the right path. He’s into conspiracy theories, aliens, and the supernatural and the occult. It stemmed from his defiance against his family’s strong religious ties. He thought it was ridiculous especially after the bullying he got in elementary school. So, he fought against his family’s religion tooth and nail from a very early age. He is defiant, aggressive, loud, opinionated, and sarcastic. He’s largely cynical and generally acts like an asshole, yet if you listen to what he says and have a conversation he’s very respectful and kind. He embodies the “rough exterior but soft for you” trope. Is the type to light the bourgeoisie on fire and laugh as they scream in pain then cry when a child drops a lollipop and buys the child two more. 

Growing up, his mother was Catholic by relation not practice, but his father was practicing and devout at that. He encouraged his mother’s religious beliefs and that influence was controlling. It was stifling and suffocating and it drove Phin mad. He was ruthless with his defiance of the religion that captivated and deluded his family. The turning point was when he witnessed his parents arguing and his father throwing scripture at his mother when his mother was clearly being the one in the right- yet religion dictated some bullshit reason or another that his father could remain in control over her yet again. It was infuriating and it enraged him. If that God was one who encouraged and praised men like his father then that was no god Phin was going or willing to even entertain. So, he began to defy his father’s every wish. His interest in the occult and supernatural started as a joke against his hyper paranoid father’s delusions but then weird things started happening in Phin’s favor and he began to believe. He threw himself into his beliefs and started informing others about it online- thus starting his own devout following online. After moving out, he’s the leader of a cult as his main source of income. Despite the knowledge of it being a cult it’s relatively harmless to those in it- for now. They plan on sacrificing the Corrupt Rich that are plaguing the world. Hopefully the genocide of corruption and the sacrifice to the gods can sterilize and purify the world that is so helplessly falling apart around them and when he finds someone he loves- well that surely is a sign from the gods that he’s doing well and he should double down- right? 

[thefandom-casserole]

Since the people of Disney have refused our hopes of having an animated Percy Jackson show I suppose I’ll tell you my hopes for who the characters look like!

Percy Jackson:

Latino, tan skin, green eyes, messy black hair, undercuted hair~, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE have him actually show signs of PTSD PLEASE!

Annabeth Chase:

BLOND!!!!!!! If possible maybe shoot a person who has kinda grey-blue eyes yeah? Let her be taller than Perce. I really can’t think of anymore for her but let it be a good actor please...Oh a lis! Honestly I feel like Annabeth has a lisp! That would be great!

Grover Underwood:

Someone with curly hair no? I honestly always pictured him as black so some black representation would be awesome! Have an actor that show his insecurities. People have them it’s true!

Nico di Angelo our Beloved:

If 👏🏼 Disney 👏🏼 Turns 👏🏼 Nico 👏🏼 Straight 👏🏼 We 👏🏼 Will 👏🏼 Riot 👏🏼 Honestly let him be Gay PLEASE!!! Idc if the actor isn’t lgbt or anything, just don’t choose someone who’ll go ‘oh I wish I didn’t play him’. Someone who actually has longish-shaggy black hair (if not that let him have an undercut cause Nico) Also something that I’ll probably take to the grace with me is that Nico should be played by a trans actor! (I hc them as Nonbinary with he/they pronouns UwU) And if none of the above the thing that I would like even more than the lgbt representation is that NICO IS DISABLED! Please an autistic person play Nico! I’d do it myself if I looked like him at all!

Clarisse le Rue:

Again trans actor would be nice ^ Also I’d like it if the actor was actually like, buff or something. Honestly I always pictured Clarisse as fat and that was never portrayed as a bad thing! So that would be great too.

Sillena (What’s Her Last Name?):

As I’ve said above ^ Trans actor. And let her be plus size. Please please please.

Thalia Grace:

Let her be punk please. Let her basically be a stereotypicalI sk8 girl. Let her have purple highlights! Let her wear makeup! Let her have a short haircut because I can’t think of it’s name!

The Gods:

Aphrodite should be played by multiple actors-black, white, Chinese, all types of nationalities and etc. I know it’ll cost a hell of a lot but it doesn’t have to be too many actors. For Hephastus let him have down-syndrome. Artemis should be played by an actual 11 year old yes thank you.

And for all the campers please don’t have them all be white, neurotypicals. Let them have down-syndrome! Let someone with ADHD/ADD help you guys learn what it feels like! For PTSD ask around! Same with Dyslexia! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DISNEY I’M BEGGING YOU!

[kil9]

welcome to the cringefest i mean miniverse

some of these i drew while watching the thing so .. some are better than others 😭 for the most part they just look like the mv costumes but i wanted to differentiate them a liiiitle bit more. sum look rules:

gwemin: full blonde, smoky eyeshadow, stripe heavy, showoffy & the leg strap

premin: blonde but w roots showing, neater hair & overall appearance, denim heavy, usually w one side of the jacket down, blue roses, caps

moomin: grey hair, shortest hair of them all, messy, sleeveless shirts & tattoos, stylish but casual

wanmin: dirty blonde, longish hair, glittery & glamourous overall, well put together, the one glove

crimin: black hair, short but growing out, band aids & roughed up image, serious face, casual clothing

<- kimin, frosted tips, sad :( // -> demin, black hair, longer but not quite as long as admin, no more injuries, older & wiser, face jewels

[originalbnhascenarios]

Hey I saw you had a matchup thing. I was wondering if I could get one? It’s perfectly fine if not though!

Appearance

I’m pretty short (5’0 and a half) I have longish blond hair, with curtain bangs. I have to wear glasses, they are those clear ones. I normally wear dark colors and eyeliner :)

Personality

I tend to more on the quiet side, I’m really shy so talking to new people is always a challenge. But once I start to open up, my personality is just messy. I’m really weird and intense so it drives people away from me most times. My personality type is INTP and my zodiac is Scorpio

Hobbies

I basically just really really like art. I draw, write music, sew and paint. I also enjoy reading novels.

?????

I don’t know what this section is but basically it’s how I am in relationships? My relationships with friends are much more laid back. I do get close to most of friends, and my friendships tend to be more long term. I do take them seriously, but I’ll be friends with almost anyone.

In romantic relationships I take WAY more seriously then friendships. I’m a romantic at heart, I have a lot of love to give and I end up being super touchy. I do tend to get overly jealous, overprotective, and possessive though. I can’t stand lies though. I hate them.

I no longer do matches. The ones I do now are old requests.

Matches will only come back as an event during valentine's day.

[chaosangel767]

Lullaby OC’s: The Clubs

Lullaby Masterlist II Neutral OC’s II The Diamonds II Extra OC’s

Introductions to the Combat Division of Lullaby - The Clubs 

Chase Aspen: The Stoic and Protective King of Clubs

Age: 24 

Pairing: Amelia Brown 

Description: Pretty tall at 5’11” and muscular. He looks similar to his sister, the Queen of Diamonds. He has darker caramel eyes than his sister and short and wavy brown hair streaked blonde. Casual clothes are nice, but usually missing a few buttons and the sleeves are always rolled up. 

Summary: He is insanely protective of his older sister, but thinks he’s inadequate to her. He is very mature and composed in front of others, only relaxing around his close friends. He rose through the ranks solely to be there for his sister. He is talented with any blade, preferring sabers and greatswords. 

Amelia Brown: The Stubborn and Rowdy Queen of Clubs

Age: 24

Pairing: Chase Aspen 

Description: She is pale with tons of freckles and muscular, but still only 5’4”. She has strawberry blonde curls that fall to her shoulders but are usually pulled back. She has large minty green eyes.  She likes wearing black mens trousers with a black and teal corset and heeled combat boots. She keeps her daggers and throwing knives on garters around her thighs. 

Summary: Stubborn and Rowdy, Amelia grew up around guys and always preferred to fight and train as opposed to getting dressed up to play house. She specializes in any short dagger or throwing knife. She graduated at the top of her class and despite being a girl worked her way up the ranks. She is better about dressing up now, only doing it when she has too. 

Chester Leilani: The Calculating and Observant Jack of Clubs

Age: 27

Pairing: Asexual (thinks love is a liability and a waste of time) 

Description: Very similar to his sister, he has dark emerald eyes and pale skin with lots of freckles. He is 5’10” and extremely lean and toned. He has short mahogany hair and prefers a simple button up with a vest and trousers. His uniform and outfits are spotless at all times. 

Summary: Shy and quiet like his sister the medic for the Diamonds, he climbed the Clubs ranks purely to protect her. If anything was to go down, he wanted to be with her on the battlefield. He is observant and the main tactician for the Clubs, the only person he can’t beat in a chess game is the King of Diamonds. He is a sniper, preferring to stay out of the close combat so he can get a better view of the battlefield and strategize to the best of his ability. 

Sky Night: The Talented and Enigmatic Ten of Clubs

Age: 24 

Pairing: Asexual (thinks love is a hoax and relationships are a weakness) 

Description: Black hair with dark brown highlights, and pale skin that tans easily, he looks quite forgettable, if not for his dark purple eyes. In the shadows, they look black, but in the sunlight, they seem to glow. His build is average, but muscular, and his clothes are simple too, whether it’s on duty or off. 

Summary: He’s kind and pleasant to interact with, but seems to keep his distance from everyone. He takes orders from both armies yet doesn't seem particularly close to anyone. He’s a great informant, able to blend into shadows and stay unnoticed, with amazing memory as well. To top it off, he’s mastered throwing knives, having invented an almost perfect technique himself, and works well with snipers. He doesn’t talk much about himself or his past. He claims to have gone to IOL yet no one recalls him. 

Jasper Dawn: The Soft and Naïve Nine of Clubs

Age: 23 

Pairing: None (doesn't even know his sexual orientation, this adorable softboi) 

Description: He has dark brown skin with milky white patches, vitiligo. His skin is quite sensitive, so he usually wears layers of sunscreen to protect it. He likes to wear scarves or turtlenecks, even in the burning hot summer. Either that, or some uneven patch of makeup on his neck. Rumors say he used to be in a gang and is hiding a tattoo for whatever reason. It doesn’t help that he’s muscular to the point of being buff, and that his face looks scary, nor the fact that those who’ve seen him without all the long shirts and pants say he’s covered in scars. His hair used to be black, but it’s now a light teal that matches his eyes, currently loose and messy around his shoulders with golden accents. They used to be in dreadlocks. 

Summary: As a kid, he was very quiet and confused, keeping to himself most of the time. He made one good friend, and remembers a stranger with dark hair and silver eyes that gave him candy, but that’s it. He eventually showed up in Clubs Academy and began his training there. Even as an adult, he’s still quiet, but really kind with his soldiers. Despite his intimidating face and presence, he’s just an innocent little softboi! 

Avi Gatilin: The Gentle Giant and Night Owl The Eight of Clubs

Age: 26

Pairing: Saiya Shade

Description: Flawless darker skin, is 6’0” tall with broad shoulders and muscles for days. His hair is semi long, and a rich brown color depending on light. His eyes are a dark blue that could almost pass for black. He wears a black shirt and pants out of uniform and keeps a pair of leather gloves on him at all times. 

Summary: Looks are extremely deceiving with this gentle giant. He is really quiet and shy, preferring to blend with the shadows. He may be intimidating, but is actually very soft spoken, preferring to capture people alive and peacefully. He is the other night unit and is only awake between the hours from 4pm - 8am. IS best friends with Saiya, they have been working together at night for years. 

Declan Maverick: The Relaxed but Relaxed Tank and The Seven of Clubs

Age: 28

Pairing: Married to Candance Valentine 

Description: Is another tall boi 6’0” with toned but buff muscles. He has dark gold eyes and longish mahogany hair. He usually just wears his clubs uniform with the sleeve rolled up and jacket open. Wears a broken watch on his wrist that is the only thing that connects him to his family. 

Summary: Declan specializes in a blunt weapons unit, liking the two handed staff the best. He is very laid back and relaxed, but is still extremely protective of Lullaby. Nothing will threaten his wife and twin boys. He was raised by Jacobs family after being found outside the barrier with only a watch. When he grew up he decided to take the name on the back of the watch since that was his only clue to his real identity. His wife is the second diplomat of Lullaby and he rarely sees her.  

Jace Grant: The Trigger Happy and Competitive Six of Clubs

Age: 28 

Pairing: None 

Description: His skin color is medium and his hair would be brown, if it wasn’t shaved. His built is tanky, slow, bulky even. His eyes are brown and it’s been compared to sh*t on multiple occasions. He usually wears something he thinks is cool, but actually isn’t. 

Summary: Jace isn’t the easiest to get along with, even harder to understand than people like Jacob. He by no means had a sad backstory, nor was he born into a rich and spoiled family. Looking at his childhood, no one would have guessed that he would grow up to be the a**hole of Lullaby. Don’t challenge him unless you want to end up in a hospital. If it wasn’t for his position, he would’ve long become a fugitive from multiple murders. 

Celeste Soleil: The Timid and Celestial Five of Clubs

Age: 23 and a half 

Pairing: Kyle Ash 

Description: Tanned flawless skin and a dimple on her cheek, she would look ordinary if it wasn’t for the star shaped freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. They’re something she takes pride in, as a Soleil. Her hair is in shades of pinks and purples, like a galaxy. Her eyes are a pale lilac. Her uniforms usually have clusters of stars on the edges that she embroidered on herself. Around her neck rests a sphere filled with glitter that sparkled like a galaxy. 

Summary: Unfortunately, Celeste was born with a weak body, being unable to use her magic because of it. Because of her delicateness, she was deemed unfit for the role of Jack of Diamonds, a role her family has had for generations. Instead, it went to her cousin, the older twin, Lunarye Star. Luckily, Celeste was still able to join the Clubs Army as a medic. She’s the third best in all of Lullaby. 

Aro Shielde: The Pussy and Scaredy Cat Four of Clubs

Age: 23 

Pairing: Mei Venus 

Description: He’s pale and doesn’t like the sun, since he’s the type that gets sunburned easily. His hair is dirty blonde with long bangs over the left eye, just like his cousin Zepherin. The said eyes are dark blue, almost black, like two deep pools of water (Mei’s words). He’s lithe and very tall, like a big beanpole. He would go around wearing armor if given the chance, but it’s too heavy and bulky. 

Summary: He’s, well, the pussy of Lullaby. That’s all there is to him. He’s a scaredy cat that would run and hide at any possible chance, even if deep down he knows he’s more than capable of fighting. If he can get over his fear of pain and blood, perhaps he can even take the position of King of Clubs. But for now, he’s just the logistics guy, the nitpicker of plans, the one who over worries to the point where people just wanna knock him out. Jace almost does on more than one occasion. 

Kayne Hanshaw: The Quiet and Romantic Three of Clubs

Age: 28 

Pairing: Married to Floria Hanshaw 

Description: His long and silky blonde hair reminds people of gold or elves. Mei approves. Some of the Diamonds are even jealous. His eyes are a bright, sky blue, and he’s tall and muscular. His skin is pale, but it’s been tanned from working in the sun with his wife. He just wears the usual uniform, but sometimes wears a hair clip or badge personally made by his daughter, Lily. 

Summary: Kayne came from a very wealthy and prestigious family that’s serious about fencing. Because of that, he was able to get the best tutors and managed to become one of the best fencers in the area. Eventually, he joined the Clubs Academy and met Floria. They fell in love and became known as the cutest couple or power couple of the schools. People say that high school sweethearts never work out, but that’s not the case for Kayne and Floria. They got married and even adopted a kid! Kayne is usually quiet but is a real sweetheart, always writing little letters to his wife and daughter. They’re all he talks about, whether it’s at the Clubs Headquarters or at the animal rescue centers Kayne and his wife volunteers at. 

Crystal Mare: The Timid and Shy Two of Clubs

Age: 23 and a half 

Pairing: Zero 

Description: Unlike her older sister, Jewel Mare, Crystal isn’t as fixated on her looks. Although her family is a renown family of jewelers, and although they’re considered the nobility of the Clubs, Crystal was never that fond of jewels. With pale, easily sunburned skin, jet black hair that rests by her hips, and her bluebelle eyes, she doesn’t look a thing like her family. The only thing that might be able to tie her together with them would be her tall and slender frame, perfect for modeling. She prefers to dress down rather than dress up, and her style can be considered ‘old-fashioned granny’ in a bad way. Mei’s been begging her to dress in clothes other than long skirts and ugly sweaters, but she refuses. 

Summary: Despite her filthy rich family, Crystal never liked the luxuries. She was known as the black sheep of the family, and all the attention usually goes to her elder sister. When Crystal decided to join the humble military, her family practically disowned her right then and there. She isn’t in touch with them anymore, but does occasionally exchange letters with Jewel. As long as Crystal doesn’t take the spot of ‘Most Beautiful Girl in Lullaby’, Jewel is neutral with her. Because of always hiding in the shadows during fancy aristocratic banquets, Crystal developed a shy and timid personality. She prefers to avoid violence, so she uses non-lethal bullets when sniping. 

Dynite Spark: The Chaotic Explosives Expert and Ace of Clubs

Age: 27

Pairing: Solaria Star 

Description: Tall at 6’2” and slightly muscular with tanned skin and bright blue eyes. He has messy orange and blonde hair. He wears pretty basic clothes that are always charred around the sleeves from his experiments and explosions. 

Summary: He used to be a fire and dark elemental but his magic was extracted when he couldn’t control it, now it is used in his guns and explosives. He kept his pyromaniac personality. Very blunt and straightforward, he is a loudmouth and an extrovert and will always say what’s on his mind even if it would offend others. Very honest, probably can’t keep a secret. People naturally flock to him because of his carefree personality, but he can be a true gentleman when he has to. He is very chaotic and passionate about his job. Is a huge daredevil, if you dare him to race down the stairs, he will jump out the window. One of the only non magic users to have a familiar. 

[fics-for-my-heart]

Oops - Dylan O’Brian

Summary: Some clumsy moments lead to some admitted feelings

Word count: 3486

Warning: some slight panic about a stopped elevator

A/N: this is kinda rough. It’s been so long since I’ve done something longish that I’m a bit rusty. Also using the gif of Mitch bc this is how I was picturing Dylan. Hope you enjoy.

Masterlist

“No!” You shouted, boxes flying as a leash wrapped around your legs. “Spot.” The familiar pup was full body wiggle excited. There was no staying mad at the sandy blond lab when his brown eyes looked so sweet. “Where’s boss?” You asked with a scratch behind his ear. It was rare to see one without the other but sometimes Spot got away.

Footsteps pounded up the sidewalk behind you. “Spot, you crazy dog. Oh, hi Y/N.” You looked up to see the one and only Dylan O’Brian. He was leaning onto his knees looking relieved. “He saw you from across the lot and almost pulled my arm off.” His laugh was sweet, and his entire face lit up when he smiled.

It’s been over a year since you started working on the set of Teen Wolf, and you still weren’t quite able to speak around all the stars. But it was always worse around Dylan. It seemed like something embarrassing always happened around him.

“Jeff asked me to walk him while Holland and Tyler are finishing up for the day. Here.” He turned, gathering up the boxes. “Are these the new costumes for part two?”

“Uh, yeah.” Your face was so hot it’s a wonder your sunglasses weren’t melted. “Julie had me pick them up. That’s where I was heading.”

He stacked the last box and grabbed the leash. “Tell ya what. You take Race here and I’ll carry the boxes?”

“Um, thanks.

—

Being on set while the cast was filming was always a thrill. Seeing them all get into character and having the script brought to life was the reason you wanted to get into production. Of the few shows and movies you’d worked on, Teen Wolf was your favorite. Everyone from cast to crew was amazing to work with, and Jeff let the cast have a bit of free will when it came to filming.

They were almost wrapped, Jeff giving you the ten minute warning and you jetted off to insure that catering was ready for the lunch rush.

“Sue!” You called, entering the tent that smelled like potatoes and chicken. Everything in the dining area looked ready, and you followed the smell of the food to find Sue. “Need any help?”

“Oh, love, yes please. Could you turn the warming burners on?” She asked as she dumped a large pot of mashed potatoes into the serving tray.

“Will do!” You slipped back out the door, ducking around the other catering crew.

Fifteen minutes later, the sound of talking made its way into the tent, followed by the first group of crew. After making yourself a plate, you made your way to the table where your things were to eat and fill out your calendar for the upcoming months.

The volume grew as more and more crew filed in. The chairs around your table moved and plates clattered. A glance up revealed Dylan, Tyler, Holland, and Shelley.

“Y/N, you missed it.” Tyler says through a laugh. “Dylan tripped and sent water all over Jeff. Oof.” He grabbed his side, laughing even harder.

Holland smiled over her cup and winked. “He was distraaaaacted.”

You shifted your eyes to Dylan, watching as a blush creeped up his neck. “No I wasn’t. I was just excited to eat. Sue makes the best chicken.” He glanced at you before shoveling food in his mouth. “So, Y/N, how are you?” He mutters around the food.

Words failed you, as always when Dylan spoke directly to you. “I’m, uh, I’m alright. Kinda ready for a nap or some coffee.” You shrugged, turning back to your computer.

“We’re going for some after lunch, you should join us!” Shelley invited, nodding towards the others.

“Thanks for the invite but I’ve got about four months of planning before I can leave today.” The alarm on your phone sounded. “Speaking of, my lunch break is over. Uh, if you guys need anything I’ll be in the office the rest of the day.” You stood grabbing your plate. Dylan stood at the same time, sending your plate tipping over and spilling what little was left all over you.

“Oh my god. Y/N I’m so sorry.” He reached for napkins. Shoving them into your hand as he bent for your plate. “I was going to get a refill. I’m so sorry.” His face was the color of a beet and his eyes were wide.

Your face mirrored his as you dabbed at your shirt. “It’s okay. No biggie. I’ve got a change of clothes in my bag.”

He stood, keeping his eyes on you. “I’ll take your plate and clean this up. I’m sorry, again.”

“Thanks. And it’s fine. Accidents happen.” You grabbed your things and looked at everyone else, who hadn’t made a sound the entire time. Their eyes were bouncing between the two of you. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Let me know if you need anything!” Holland said as Tyler and Shelley both waved.

You gave a nod, then quickly and carefully made your way to the office. Thankfully you didn’t run into anyone, and we’re able to grab your bag and run to the locker room down the hall for a shower. Where, of course, you had the last twenty minutes on replay.

“Why am I always so awkward around him.” You thought to yourself. “He’s no different than the others who I can talk to just fine. Sure he’s much more attractive. But still come on, pull it together.”

When you returned to the office, there was a coffee on your desk with a note. “Sorry again, Y/N. I hope you don’t hate me. -D”

——

“Y/N, can you take some notes at the meeting please?” Jeff asked from across the room. It wasn’t an unusual request, and one you normally did without being asked.

“Of course. What’s the main topic?” You grabbed a new pen and your notebook, dating the corner.

Jeff stood, glancing at his watch. “Just some last minute changes for a few things. Come on or we’ll be late.”

He waited for you to gather your things and followed you out the door, turning the light off and shutting the door to the office. The conference room was just down the hall so you went on to get your normal spot in the corner.

Soon the room was full. For meetings like this the heads of departments and the cast were needed in attendance. Seeing as these changes affected everyone it was easier to pass the information on to them and let them inform their crew.

“Alright guys, is everyone here?” Jeff glanced around the room. You did as well, marking your mental checklist.

Hair and makeup, lighting, sound, visual, catering, Tyler, Sprayberry, Holland, Shelley, JR, Ian, Dylan.

Dylan who was currently watching you from his spot beside Tyler Hoechlin. You gave him a small smile, which he returned with his full tooth grin and a wave. Even as you continue your headcount, you could feel his eyes on you.

Jeff started the meeting, and you started scribbling notes. Any suggestion given for a new location or for a tweak in script, you put in the notebook. Your pen was either furiously trying to keep up with everything or slipped between your teeth.

It was a habit. One you'd tried to break many times. But any writing tool always found its way to your mouth. Which was why the sudden bursting feeling between your teeth and the inky taste had you scrambling up and out the door before anyone could see.

By the time you made it to the bathroom, trying not to leave an ink trail, your hand was covered in black ink drool.

“Uck. Uckkkkk!” You cursed as best you could, grabbing paper towels and turning the water on as more ink dribbled from your mouth.

Frantically you spit, bringing water to your mouth and spitting again and again. You hadn’t swallowed any, but the taste was awful as you wiped your tongue with a wet paper towel.

The bathroom door slowly opened but you didn’t look up, embarrassed enough, there was no way you were going to talk to anyone looking like season two Gerard.

But, just when you thought things couldn’t possibly get worse, the person spoke and your entire body froze.

“Y/N. Are you okay?” Dylan asked, slowly slipping inside.

You squeaked when his hand touched your shoulder, your head falling more into the sink. “Uh Huh.”

Dylan’s head ducked beside yours, his hand still on your shoulder as embarrassment made your entire body start shaking. “Hey, look at me, please.” His voice was soft, and the finger that touched your chin was even softer. “It’s okay. No one else saw what happened.”

Slowly, you let his finger turn your face to him. Your eyes were burning with tears as you fully faced him now. His brows were pinched together in concern as his eyes swept your face, landing on your mouth. “It’s not that bad.” His thumb gently stroked your chin, sending a shiver down your body. He patted the counter. “Hop up and I’ll help.”

“It’s okay.” You broke yourself from the trance you were in, moving away quickly to grab more paper towels.

Dylan’s hand grabbed your waist, another squeaky slipped past your lips. “Let me help. Please. Y/N, I still feel awful about last week and I just want to help.”

Giving in, you turned around and pushed yourself up on the counter. He looked almost relieved as he started where you left off. Taking a tentative step between your legs.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to chew on pens? Go like this.” He lifted his lips revealing clenched teeth. “Looks like you got most of it off your teeth.”

“My mother warned me all the time.” You finally replied as he pushed the cool towel against your chin, moving in a swiping motion. His eyes jumped to yours before returning to the task. “Normally I try not to chew on new pens like that.”

“My habit is biting my nails. Not as messy, but still not good.” His light laugh released some of the tension in your shoulders. “We might have to go to the makeup trailer to get this off.” His eyes met yours again, your breath catching in your throat at just how close the two of you were.

“Okay.” Your voice was a whisper as neither of you made the move to actually leave. His hands were at your side, and chestnut eyes were level with yours. There was a slight shift in the room.

You found yourself drawn closer to him. One of his hands lifted up, gently touching your chin once more. Your heart was beating so fast as your eyes glanced down at his lips, watching as his tongue slowly traced them. His hand moved almost as slow, tracing your jaw and making its way around your ear. Time even seemed to slow as you let your eyes trace his features. Enjoying this moment of clarity that maybe you might have deeper feeling for the boy who made you clumsy.

“Y/N.” His voice was a whisper, his fingers finally finding their way into your hair. With shaky hands, you touched his chest, but not to push away, more for an anchor.

Suddenly the door was thrown open and you and Dylan scrambled apart. Your face instantly heated as you stared wide eyed as Holland.

“Y/N! There you are! Are you o..” her words died off as she quickly looked at your ink stained lips and Dylan pretending to wash his hands. “Uh.” Her lips pursed and curved slightly, a very Lydia look on her face. “Sorry for interrupting. I’ll just,” she threw both thumbs over her shoulder. “Y/N. You’re still coming over tonight right?” Her eyebrows jumped, taking full advantage of Dylan’s back turned to her.

“Y-yeah” you cleared your throat and nodded. “Yeah I’ll be there.”

Then she was gone. And the once electrified energy was now thick with awkwardness. The moment was definitely over.

Dylan turned to look at you while drying his hands. It was silent as he tossed the paper towel in the trash and extended his hand. The tips of his ears were pink. “I’ll take you to makeup.”

——-

It has been a few weeks since you and Dylan had your moment in the bathroom. Production was winding down for the season. Meetings were more frequent in planning for next season's start date in four months. Conventions and interviews were being planned. Things were moving fast, but Dylan somehow managed to steal a few minutes of your time for one thing or another.

“Y/N!” His voice called from across the lot, his steps echoed between the trailers. “Hey, I’ve been looking for you. This is for you.” He handed you one of the coffee cups in his hand. “Also, when do we have the IMDb event?”

You took the cup with greedy hands, then tapped the calendar app. “Thank you. And it’s this afternoon at four. We’re leaving in twenty minutes so you all have the chance to mingle and such.”

“Awesome.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “So, where ya headed?”

“Just going to grab some stuff from the office before we leave.” All the little moments had made it easier to talk to him, which was nice.

He nodded. “Well I’ll let you get to it. I’ll see you when we leave.” He smiled and stepped backwards hitting the trailer behind him. “Ooof.” He recovered quickly. “Bye!”

The event was happening at the rooftop terrace of a local hotel. There was a bar and finger foods. Lots of different areas set up for interviews and places to just hang out. It had been about an hour since you’d arrived and the interviews didn’t start for a while, so it gave everyone a chance to catch up.

“Y/N.” Jeff said as he came to a stop beside you. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. You okay?”

You patted your pockets. “I must have left my phone in the car. I’ll go grab it.”

Jeff passed the keys to you. “Okay, take someone with you. I don’t want you going down alone.” He looked around then pointed at the couch. “Take Dylan or Tyler.” As if he heard his name Dylan looked over and waved.

“Hey there.” He grinned as you approached. “This is Kaya. Kaya this is Y/N.” He patted the seat beside him. “Join us?”

“Hi, Kaya. Uh actually I was wondering if you’d go with me to get my phone from the car. Jeff doesn’t want me to go alone.”

He shot up, setting his drink on the table. “Sure, yeah.” He said a quick bye to everyone and followed you to the elevator.

“Thanks. I can’t believe I left it in the car. It’s normally attached to my hip.”

He pressed the button on the elevator for the garage. “It’s no problem. Are you having a good time?”

“Yeah. It’s nice to meet new people and see some that I worked with before. How’s it catching up?”

He leaned into the corner. “It’s nice. We’ve all been busy so it’s been difficult to catch up.”

The ride down to the garage was quick, the trip to the car quicker. Dylan stayed close, shoulder bumping and joking the entire way back.

“So, do you have any plans tonight?” He asked, once again pressing the button to go back up to the roof.

“Actually no, I think I’ll just get some taken out and watch mov..” your words were cut off by the grinding sound of gears, and the shudder of the elevator cart. You grabbed on to Dylan, as the lights flicked out and the cart came to a jerky stop. “Oh my god. Oh no.”

Your heart was in your throat as tears stung your eyes. “No, no, no. This can’t be happening.”

Dylan’s arm went around your shoulder, pulling you close. “Hey, it’s okay. Shhh. I’ve got you.” He reached over and pushed the buttons but nothing happened. Not even the emergency button worked.

Your entire body was shaking as you clung to Dylan’s shirt. “This is my worst fear. This can’t be happening.” Your breath was short as your mind raced with different scenarios of how this could end bad.

“Y/N.” His voice was calm as his hand rubbed up and down your back. Slowly he pulled you back, hands on your cheeks he met your eyes. “Take a deep breath for me okay.” He breathed in his nose and slowly out his mouth as you followed. “There we go. It will be okay. I’ll send out a group text and get help.”

You continued taking deep breaths as he typed out an sos text. Sinking to the floor, the cool metal helped relax you a little.

“Okay, I sent one to everyone I know is up there. Are you okay?” He joined you on the floor, pushing up against your side.

You nodded. “Yeah. I think so. Sorry. I've had nightmares about getting stuck like this.”

“It’s okay. I don’t like escalators.” His phone buzzes and you glanced at the message. “Holland said ‘of course that would happen to you two’. And Tyler said they contacted maintenance and they should be able to help us soon.”

You let out a breath. “Thank goodness.” Slowly, you laid your head on his shoulder. After a few moments of silence as he responded to the influx of texts, you decided to bring up something you’d been thinking about for a while.

“Dylan, can I ask you something?”

His head turned toward you as he put his phone down. “Anything.”

You closed your eyes, glad not to be looking at his face or you’d chicken out. Your hands wiped down your thighs and your voice was just above a whisper. “Were you going to kiss me that day in the bathroom?”

“Yes.” He answered. No hesitation. No having to think about it.

“Wh-why?”

He turned as best he could, gently placing his hand on yours. “Because I wanted to. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while now.”

“But why me? I’m always a mess around you. And for the longest time I couldn’t even form sentences.” You lifted your head, finally looking at his face.

“And I’m always a mess around you. I’ll forget my lines. Or drop something because I’m distracted by how beautiful you are. The day I spilt water on Jeff? That was because I was trying to find you and didn’t see him. There have been so many times where I have walked into something of someone when I see you. And for a while there I couldn’t speak around you either.”

“Really?”

He smiled. “Yeah, why do you think everyone always gives me a hard time. They all know I have a crush on you.”

Your face headed. Dylan O’Brian likes you. “I like you too. This has to be a dream.” You whispered.

“Nope. Not a dream. I like you, Y/N. I have for a while. And now it’s my turn to ask you a question.” You raised your eyebrows. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

His hand cupped your chin as he met you halfway. His lips were soft, and the slight five o’clock shadow tickled your cheeks. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Lips moving in sync with his as if they were made for each other. He pulled back for a moment, smiled at you, then pressed his lips harder against you.

The two of you were so wrapped up in one another you didn’t hear the door opening.

“Ha! You both owe me twenty bucks!” Holland's voice shocked you apart. But Dylan’s arm stayed firmly around you. Holland has her hand out as Tyler and Spreyberry handed off twenty dollar bills.

“Uh. Hi guys.” Dylan said as he came to his senses. He stood, holding his hand out to help you up, but he didn’t drop it once you were on your feet. “What’s up?”

Tyler turned and looked at you both, then at your joined hands. “Holland bet us the two of you would finally admit your feelings while trapped.”

“I love you both. And I’m glad you finally saw the light. Also thanks for earning me forty dollars.” Holland blew a kiss before walking away.

“Thanks for getting us out.” You told the boys and nodded to the maintenance men currently tinkering with the elevator. “Thank you.”

“So.” Dylan said, swinging your hands between you. “Got room for one more in your takeout and movie plans?”

You smiled, pushing on your tiptoes to kiss him. “As a matter of fact I do.”