#curly ross

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

today in 'criminally underrated': this Ross hair era

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[juxtafruition]

the real reason he did all that

[ongawdclub]

T r a c e e E l l i s R o s s

[iiyarada]

My designs for older versions of the Spooky Month cast! (some of them) These are just headcanons I have :)

[hearttraceeellisross]

[cows-wearing-my-sweater]

his curly hair oh my godhfdujshgjh im going feral

[grooviestsadpapaya]

I’m watching Poldark again and my mental illness might spill over to tumblr this time sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

[annahamiltonsstuff]

I don't know why but Vincent Ross in the coat is giving me young Michael Sheen vibes

[lazyconfessionscrazyintentions]

I'll like you longest when love's not around

[only-one-brain-cell]

Chandler, Monica, Phobe and Rachel in season one>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[adrienneleclerc]

Jealous

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Charles gets easily jealous when his girlfriend fawns over her fictional or celebrity crushes

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: all the characters and celebrities mentioned are people I find attractive. If you don’t have a crush on them, that’s fine, to each their own

Y/N and Charles were watching American Assassin because Charles wanted to watch an action movie and he has never seen it.

“Ugh, Dylan O’Brien could get it.” Y/N said and Charles turned so fast to look at her.

“What?” Charles asked.

“Dylan O’Brien could get it, he is so fine, I already thought he was cute as Stiles but as Mitch Rapp? Ooh, so fine, I’d let him choke me.” Y/N said, eating chips and Charles just looks at her. “What?”

“Were you always this unhinged?” Charles asked.

“A little, but have you seen his veiny arms when he was being held at gun point? I wanna bite them.” Y/N said and Charles looked at his arms and back at the screen.

“Mon ange, my arms are veiny, you could bite mine.” Charles said.

“I bite yours all the time when we’re not in public. There’s just something about Dylan O’Brien playing Mitch Rapp that does something for me. Like look at those abs.” Y/N said and Charles immediately retaliated with

“I have better abs than him!” Charles exclaimed, making a point by taking off his shirt and standing next to the TV to compare him and Dylan O’Brien

“Ay muñeco, Im teasing, don’t take it too seriously.” Y/N said, pulling him back to the bed and kissing him.

The next time Charles got “jealous” was when Y/N was on TikTok and she saw a video of The Drivers Era performing.

“Ross Lynch es tan guapo, no wonder when he performed in Mexico, todos le estaban diciendo que se encuere.” Y/N said and Charles was brushing his teeth in the bathroom. Charles poked his head out to see Y/N in bed. “What? Ross is 6’1, our height difference is literally perfect.”

“Are you trying to hurt me, Mon ange?” Charles asked before spitting into the sink.

“Of course not muñeco, he’s just a celebrity crush, it’s not like anything will happen.” Y/N commented.

Then it happened again when Charles and Y/N were out with Pierre and Kika. They saw a movie poster for the ministry of ungentlemany warfare.

“We should see this movie, the trailer looks amazing.” Kika said.

“And so does Henry Cavill, I love how curly his hair is.” Y/N commented.

“Just once I would like to go out and not listen to you talk about other men.” Charles said.

“Whats happening there?” Pierre asked

“Charles gets butthurt when I talk about my celebrity crushes.” Y/N said.

“What do they have that I don’t?” Charles asked.

“Well Ross and Henry are 6 feet tall, Ross plays hockey and I LOVE hockey boys, Henry played field hockey, but you’re taller than Dylan O’Brien, I’ll give you that.” Y/N said and Charles stared at her.

“You weren’t supposed to give me a list!” Charles exclaimed while laughing at how ridiculous this conversation was.

“You literally asked!” Y/N exclaimed. “But I also want to see the movie for Eiza Gonzalez, totally support her making it big in Hollywood.”

“Yes! Loved her in Baby Driver!” Kika said and her and Y/N started talking about movies.

Y/N was watching Supernatural and eating ice cream.

“God I love this episode, he looks so good.” Y/N said. Charles looked at the screen and back at her.

“Really? The Winchester brothers in prison? Isn’t the guy who plays Dean like 50?” Charles asked.

“Um, he’s 46, and he looks good for his age considering he’s white.” Y/N said.

“Cant believe you love Dean Winchester. Why not Sam?” Charles asked.

“I love both Winchester brothers, I just relate to Dean more. And in the later seasons, I don’t like Sam’s hair. But Sam’s hair in season 1 and 2? LOVE.” Y/N said.

“What about my hair?” Charles asked.

“Muñeco, you know how much I love to pull on it when we’re kissing and other stuff.” Y/N says, kissing Charles, running her hands through his hair to make a point, he pulled away.

“Mm, I love when you do that.” Charles said smiling.

“I know you do.” Y/N said, continuing to play with his hair. “There’s no reason to be jealous of my celebrity crushes, okay?“

“I’m not convinced, how about you show me that you’re mine and mine alone.” Charles said, hand wrapped around Y/N’s throat, not applying pressure.

“It would be my pleasure.” Y/N said, holding Charles’s hand to run to their bedroom.

The End

Hope y’all like it!

[kiiyomei]

[ Short Drabble for Bad Bitch! Kook & JJ, since some seemed to love the duo and secretly how much of a simp he is for her. I do plan to go down the lore of the duo together to get more insight of their relationship]

[ TW : None except fluff. Maybe heavily kissing and lingering touches but no actual smut. ] + Ross Lynch and Jaz Sinclair reminds me of Bad Bitch Kook or Sweetheart Kook lowkey. | 

Bad Bitch Kook! surely had the fair share of moments of getting a little dirty but barely lifting any sort of finger to get completely dirty whenever going out with the Pogues and Sarah, on adventures.

She never minded it, cause eventually JJ would come to her rescue if in case it got too dirty to her liking and as much as it used to bug out the others—they slowly came around to her princess treatment, unlike their simp best friend who did anything for her.

Which caused her to feel bad, recently and deciding to go on the date except doing what her boyfriend wanted to do this time to make him happy. What she had anticipated was the idea of doing a little hiking to find some special spot on the island, specifically on the cut and to bring extra clothes.

“Jay, how much longer?” She whined for the second time, after choosing poorly for the shoes which was her favorite pair of rhinestone brown sandals.

JJ snickered, knowing her little sass and high maintenance attitude whenever it came to getting dirty, lifting a finger or sweating at least.

“I mean, I offered to carry you.” The blonde responds, peering over his shoulder while carrying the mini cooler and her little tote bag filled with their stuff.

“But your hands are already full.” She pointed out the obvious, not wanting to add on more baggage.

Instead of responding, JJ ignored her complaints after putting down the cooler and setting the tote bag on top to avoid letting it get dirty from the dirt ground. Bad Bitch! Kook left confused, wondering what he was up to until blinking once and hoisted over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes as if she weighed nothing.

“Jay! Let me down!” She exclaims, shocked and little surprised he did it so effortlessly while picking up their belongings and continued walking.

The blonde boy simply smirked, glancing over to get the glimpse peak of her ass clad in the leopard print swimsuit bottom and black mesh cover-up over it for the occasion of their little date together.

“Nah, I like this view.”

Until she swiftly smacked her ass across his ass in response. “Then I like this view too.”

“Don’t get any bright—HEY! Out of there!”

~•~

All in worth, the hike was worth it for the grand view of the little waterfall and the beauty of Mother Nature herself—including the area to themselves without any Kooks, such as Rafe and his friends to cause any fights that will ruin their date together.

As of recently, Bad Bitch Kook! stopped wearing any buss-downs and extensions instead embracing her natural curly Afro around JJ and the others often…unless she did hairstyles to protect it.

(She later learned that JJ was obsessed with goddess braids, knotless braids, box braids, and etc. the white man was obsessed with her entirely.)

“And here we are, Princess.” JJ says, letting her down to the soft mossy ground and setting down the cooler filled with ice, including the beers & her fruity wine coolers. “That wasn’t so bad, right?”

“No, but you could’ve let me walked halfway.” She tried to complain, slightly feeling bad he carried her the whole nine yards to the special spot.

The blonde simply rolled his eyes, walking towards her and pulling her in close with his hands rested upon her hips, squeezing gently to assure her concern.

“A pretty little mama like you, is practically weightless like a feather. It wasn’t a hassle at all and I’d do it again.” He says, giving reassuring words and placing delicate kisses upon her forehead.

“Besides, your ass was a nice view.” He added, only to receive a swift smack to his chest from her.

“You’re such a guy.” She replied with a playful scoff, but smiling little bit after. “But you’re right, let’s have fun before it gets dark out.”

[thalooker99]

[frailstateofhealy]

babe, you look so cool - matty x reader

a/n: hi, this is my first fic!! i've never really written something and put it out into the world so i hope you guys enjoy! so sorry if this is hard to follow but hopefully my writing improves! i'm going to label this as 18+ just because it's angsty and has mature themes! also let me know if you want a part 2! xx

warnings: angst, cursing, depiction of anger issues, toxic love and brief mention of blood

summary: you're in a toxic relationship with the lead singer of an up-and-coming band in your small town. he's damaged and so are you but two negatives make a positive right?

word count: 2.4k !!

wilmslow. a small town in england where your family had decided to relocate to a few weeks ago from london to get away from the chaos of the city.

you were eighteen years old and this would be your final year of school. you were nervous about moving to a town where you wouldn't know anyone until you met a guy called adam who was nice enough to invite you into his friend group and introduce you to them.

you would never fit in with the popular girls because you weren't a cute preppy blonde that everyone liked. you had brown curly hair and your favourite colour wasn't pink like the other girls. it was black and that was the colour you wore every day.

one day during lunch adam invited you to the table where he sat with his friends every single day. as you approached the table you saw a tall guy with blonde hair and another with short brown hair who seemed a bit shy. then finally, you saw the one who was laughing obnoxiously at something the taller blonde one had said to him. the obnoxious guy's smile faded from when he saw you standing there in front of him like he was almost in a trance at the sight of you.

adam stood up from his seat and walked over to you. "hey boys, this is y/n. she's new here and i wanted to welcome her into our group." you smiled and looked at each one of the three boys sitting in front of you but your eyes traveled back to the loud one. he was so visually appealing to you and there was something enticing about him.

adam started "this is george, he's massive. this is ro-" adam was abruptly cut off when the obnoxious one stood up in front of you. "fuck off ross! i'm matty." he said with a smile while letting his eyes linger on you for a few moments before he forced himself to look away.

you looked at matty, he was beautiful. people would often argue that men couldn't be beautiful which you always believed to be true until you met matty.

george's deep raspy voice knocked you out of your trance "shit, matty just fell in love at first sight." george joked that day but he was right and he usually was right when it came to things like that. george and matty seemed to be the closest of the four, they told each other everything. they hardly ever had secrets between them and george knew exactly when his best friend fancied someone, especially from the way matty looked at you. he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful piece of art hanging in a museum, one that he couldn't take his eyes off of.

you began to ask adam some questions about his friend matty during the class you two had together. you knew you had to get to know him and you wouldn't rest until you did. something about him really intrigued you.

matthew healy. nineteen years old. he had spent one extra year in school because he got held back from not paying attention in class or skipping. when he was asked why he didn't show up to class he told the teachers that school "got in the way of his visionary genius" he had long curly brown hair that just barely touched his neck. he sometimes wore his hair up in a bun which matty preferred you called a "man bun." his normal attire was black, ripped skinny jeans, and any shirt he could find in his closet. adam really didn't go into much detail but apparently matty had a rough home life. his parents were always working and had to babysit his little brother often. matty had beautiful brown eyes, the kind you could easily get lost in without even trying. he was shorter than adam, ross, and george and they often teased him about this which he got quite defensive over. all four of them were in a band they called themselves 'big sleep' because matty chose the name after something he enjoyed doing.

they invited you to their band practices in matty's basement every time they had one because they could use constructive criticism which is what adam said. but, you knew it was just because matty wanted to look at you. george played the drums, and ross and adam both played guitar. matty was the lead singer which wasn't surprising for his flamboyant and loud personality. you knew they would be famous one day especially matty. he was the perfect frontman for a rock band, you could just tell.

you and matty had a thing. you wouldn't know what to call it although labels weren't always important. you two would catch each other staring a little more than it should be between two friends. the other guys always knew there was something more between you and matty but they didn't seem to mind. they just seemed to be happy that matty was excited about and that you motivated him to keep showing up to school. ross told you he hadn't seen matty this happy in awhile.

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you sat there with your legs crossed and watched the guys in front of you tuning their instruments and getting ready for today's band rehearsal. they were in the initial stages of their band so up to this point they only really sang covers of their favourite alternative songs, most of which matty chose.

"so, we wrote this song the other night when you had that thing come up with your dad." matty spoke into the microphone and he seemed quite nervous by way his voice was shaky. the mere mention of your father felt like a punch in the stomach.

matty looked over nervously to his left where adam stood with the guitar pick in his hand. adam gave him a slight nod to calm matty's nerves a bit as if saying it was okay. matty put his head down for a moment "let's do this boys." your eyes traveled to adam as he played the first few chords of their first original song. it was a slower song, it started with just four simple chords and it remained pretty consistent throughout the song. matty started to sing effortlessly while staring at you.

"she had a face straight out of a magazine"

you looked at adam, ross, and george who all seemed to get lost in the music surrounding them. you nodded your head to the beat of the music while also paying close attention to the lyrics that matty sang. you were impressed, you knew they were good but not to this degree. you could tell by the covers that they would sing that they had something special but this just further proved it to be true. the music started to build as the guys started playing faster and with more passion. you loved seeing all four of them get lost in the music that they played. you noticed that adam gave matty another nod as if telling him to do something.

"but if you just take off your mask, you'd find out everything's gone wrong"

matty sang out as he started walking towards you. he grabbed your hand and pulled you hard off the piece of furniture you were sitting on.

"what are you doing?" you asked but you didn't get an answer, well at least not the one you thought you'd get. matty took a break from singing with the pause of the instruments behind him.

"i fucking love you." he muttered as he grabbed you roughly by the back of the neck and pulled you closer to him before you even had a chance to respond. before you knew it, matty crashed his lips against yours in what was a passionate kiss. you felt chills run through your body as he let his lips linger on yours for a few moments before pulling away. when he pulled away from the kiss he reached his hand out for yours as if he didn't want to pull away but he knew he had to. you glanced up at saw george and ross smirking at each other.

they finished the rest of the song and you just stood there dumbfounded. you had no idea what just happened, you weren't upset but you were just surprised. matty nervously looked at the guys and george gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder when all the guys stepped away from their instruments and went into the other room to give you two privacy.

matty finally approached you once again and you immediately spoke "the song was absolutely amazing but why did you kiss me?" matty stared into your eyes as he started to softly twirl the hair that was hanging in his face. you knew him enough to know that he only twisted his curls when he was nervous about something.

"fucking hell!" he finally said as he started pacing in front of you. "matty, what's wrong?" you asked in a concerned voice. you could tell by his body language that something was bothering him.

"i can't stop looking at you. i can't stop thinking about you and it's bloody frustrating. i'm not supposed to be in love with you but i can't help it." he walks back and forth in front of you at a faster pace as his voice grows louder.

"i can't even fucking go to sleep without thinking about how i feel about you. even when i do sleep, you show up in my dreams. it's just-" he pauses for a moment while you just stand there staring at him.

"it's fucking impossible. i need to be your boyfriend. i'll fucking do anything." he trails off while noticing that you're just standing there looking at him. he probably thought you were judging him but you just didn't want to interrupt him.

"shit! are you even listening to me right now?"

you could tell that he was starting to get pissed off. you knew it wasn't with you but it seemed he was very frustrated with himself. he got closer to you, so much so that you could feel his warm breath on your face.

"i need you to be mine. i need you to be my girlfriend and i need you to fucking fall in love with me or something. fuck!" at this point he was raising his voice in frustration. he bit his lip and walked over to the wall and punched his fist right through it. he fell to his knees on the ground, not from the pain of punching the wall but from the pain he was feeling in his chest. at this point, his breathing was fast and he had his head in his hands while he kneeled there on the ground.

without hesitation, you rushed over to him and got onto your knees. you instantly took his now bloody hand into your hands.

"look at me matty, breathe, okay?" you said in a calm tone while staring into his brown eyes which seemed to be darker than usual at this moment.

"i just, i can't..." he paused to gasp for air.

"i can't get you off my mind is all." he said with tears forming in his eyes. he wasn't upset from sadness though. you knew it was from the overwhelming feeling of passion he was experiencing at this moment. when matty had his mind set on something, it was nearly impossible to change his mind or get him to think of something else.

"matty, what makes you think i don't want the same thing? what makes you think i'm not in love with you because i am." you saw his face turn from a pained expression into an almost bright one. his breathing instantly slowed down now that you spoke. "really?" he asked. you looked down as you noticed a bruise starting to form as well as blood trickling it's way down his hand.

you started to cry, you couldn't bear the sight of him in pain. he cupped your face with his hurt hand, letting out a hitched breath while wincing in pain. he extended his fingers to wipe the mascara filled tears that fell down your cheeks.

"i love you so fucking much, darling." he said almost as he felt relief despite all the pain he must have been in. he wasn't in much pain though, at least not right now when he was looking into the eyes of the girl he loved.

he pressed his lips against yours. only this time it was a gentle kiss that sent shivers through your body. you had dreamt of this moment since you first laid your eyes on him when adam introduced you to him.

you felt helpless right now, you knew he wouldn't have punched the wall if you just spoke up when he was talking. what if him being in pain right now was your fault?

"george!!" you yelled out which was the first name that came to your mind besides Matty's. he was only in the other room so he came rushing in based solely on of the distress in your voice.

"what hap-" he stopped when he saw his friend on the floor next to you. george immediately crouched down onto the floor next to the both of you.

"shit, not again mate." george said he helped his best friend by grabbing a nearby towel and wrapping it around his injured hand.

"he told me he was in love with me but he got frustrated and then that happened." you gestured towards the hole in the wall.

"he does this a lot. he'll be okay." george reassured while grabbing the ice from ross that he had brought in as if each of them already knew what to do.

"what did you say?" george asked as if matty wasn't sitting there right in front of him.

matty looked up at george with a genuine smile. matty didn't smile much unless he was telling a lame joke and even then it faded pretty fast. this one though was already lasting longer than any joke that he thought was hilarious.

"she said you she feels the same mate! she actually feels the same. can you fucking believe that?" matty spoke with a smile.

"i fucking told you you she would. hurt your hand for nothing you wanker!" george teased as he playfully ran his hand through matty's messy brunette curls.

"i got the girl." the curly-haired rocker said with a growing smile.

george smirked and kneeled off of the ground. "yeah, let's see if you can keep this one."

you looked at them both with a raised eyebrow and repeated what george said in your head.

this one? what the fuck does that mean?

[dean-a-mean-tae]

Coconut Head | Stray Kids Extra Member AU

It's time to meet the rest of 3racha.

WARNINGS: Predebut!Jisung, Predebut!Changbin, Predebut!Chan, Predebut!Nicholas, flinching?, Predebut!Jisung (iykyk)

@cafekitsune made the dividers | Nicholas Ross Master List

Bad idea.

Chan told him it was time to meet new members, but this was a terrible idea. He could say something came up, so he needed to back out. His leg was hurting, so he couldn't get up. They'd have to try some other time. But he promised he'd show up if he could.

Technically, he can. He did.

He's already next to the door. A kind lady brought him there after finding him looking around like a lost puppy. He's wearing all black again. Black sweats with a black hoodie. He's most likely matching with Chan. That man doesn't have color in his wardrobe. Maybe he could take him shopping for more clothes.

He really needs to stop getting sidetracked.

He knocked, and after a while, a loud 'come in' responded. Upon entering, three heads turned to Nicholas. He was right. Black clothes cover Chan in his chair. He had a black hoodie, a beanie, sweatpants, and black shoes.

Chan and two boys were sitting on the couch. Chan smiled in greeting, waving toward the seat for Nicholas to sit down.

"Cheeks," Nicholas said, pointing at one of the boys as he sat. His eyes flickered to Chan when he and the other boy began laughing.

"What?" The boy grumbled, glaring at Nicholas.

"Nothing, you're just pretty," He said, looking at his lap. Nicholas looked over when the boy laughed.

"My name is Jisung, but you can call me Cheeks if you want," Jisung said, smiling as he held his hand out.

"I'm Nicholas," He hummed, shaking Jisung's hand. He looked over at the remaining boy.

"Changbin," He nodded as he waved before looking back at his work.

"Oh, you're Nick!" Jisung shouted, smiling at the other boy. He frowned a little when Nicholas flinched but ignored it, instead turning to Changbin.

"He's the last member!" He turned back to Nicholas, shifting forward to get closer. Jisung giggled when Nicholas began squirming in his seat. It almost looked like he was vibrating in place.

"You're like a little bee," Jisung chuckled as he tilted his head.

Chan laughed as he threw his head back. He turned around and pointed to Nicholas. "I've been telling him he wiggles like one, but he won't believe me."

"Yeah, he's a little bumble bee," Jisung teased, poking Nicholas' leg.

"Is that my new nickname?" Nicholas asked, looking between the two.

"I was thinking Coconut," Changbin chimed as he looked up from his laptop. He paused at the looks they were giving him.

"Look at his hair! It's curly, but it goes around his head like a coconut," Changbin explained, cupping his hands around his head like a helmet.

"You have no room to talk," Chan laughed as he pointed at Changbin's hair. Jisung and Nicholas laughed, latching onto each other to prevent them from falling.

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