#cute short haircuts brown hair

[boysmentfs]

Wrong shampoo.

The idea of living with his stepfather still didn't seem good to Jimmy, an 18-year-old boy who is skinny, nerdy, gay and a fan of comics, Even though Jimmy had already been living with his stepfather for 3 days, he still didn't like the idea but he had to get used to it, but how would he do it? His stepbrother, Jax, did not help the situation to improve either, Jax almost always made fun of him for being very skinny and short and told him that he would never be a real man and that frustrated Jimmy.

But Jimmy wasn't the typical guy who would cry over insults and that kind of thing, maybe just maybe with the days everything would change, so the days went by until Jimmy came up with an idea So that his brother would not continue making fun of him, he began to exercise at home, like squats, push-ups and all that.

One day when Jimmy finished exercising he went to shower as he always did, he grabbed his towel, his boxers and went straight to the shower, Once he was there he opened the shower, whenever Jimmy felt the water he closed his eyes to feel peace and tranquility, So since she had her eyes closed she grabbed a shampoo, his stepbrother's shampoo, he started pouring some shampoo into her hair and started bathing.

Once the shampoo made contact with his skin, Jimmy began to feel strange and a little hot, as he continued bathing, his feet began to lengthen and look more masculine, A little hair began to appear on his feet as more changes were on the way.

His once thin, hairless legs began to fill with muscle as his texture began to look more masculine, His thighs began to grow in size as they now looked like two soccer balls, Hair began to appear everywhere, now his legs looked like those of a soccer player adducting to the gym.

His bag began to grow and get thicker as it went from 5 centimeters to a mighty 11 centimeters, A forest of pubic hair sprouted on his bag, giving him a more masculine appearance.

His torso began to lengthen while his shoulders grew in size, two large pecs began to emerge while an 8-pack of worked abs began to appear on his stomach, On his pectorals, which now looked like chests due to their size, a layer of hair began to grow on his chest.

His arms also began to lengthen as muscle began to appear on them, biceps and quads They came out in his arms, it seemed like he was having a great time working his muscles in the gym a layer of black hair also began to appear on these, His hands, which were delicate and pretty, began to expand while his fingers lengthened and their texture made way for masculinity.

His back filled with muscles as he became bigger and bigger.

His voice became 5 tones lower,His Adam's apple began to bulge more on his neck, while his once brown hair began to turn black While he now had a cuter, more masculine haircut, his face began to creak, All the baby fat he had began to oxidize to give way to a sharp, sharp jaw, his lips filled out and became more kissable while his eyes grew a bit larger, His nose became cute while a small earring appeared in his ear, once Jimmy washed his hair well, his memories began to fade, A small fever began to burn in his body as he inexplicably cum and with that his memories left him giving way to new memories.

Now he was no longer Jimmy, he was James, Jax's younger brother, James was 22 while Jax was 23, James was well known in college for being the captain of the football team, for his muscles, and for being good in bed and he was also heterosexual.

once James got out of the shower he put on his black Calvin Klein boxers while his pubic hair was sticking out a little, he put on his favorite gold chain while grabbing his cell phone and taking a photo for his Instagram.

[dootznbootz]

Silly Ctimene Headcanon :3

As some of y'all know, my Odysseus has long, curly af auburn hair. It's something he gets from Anticlea (who got it from her dad who got it from Hermes). It's a cute lil thing with Laertes having his beloved 3 tall, red-brown puff balls lol.

But unlike Odysseus and Anticlea who love their luscious locks, Ctimeine HATES it.

It's too hot. It's thick and heavy. It gets messy and frizzy with humidity. It hurts to get combed. Who on earth would purposely keep what feels like a woolen blanket on their head during the warm season?!

Odysseus hears her rants about how much she hates it. Both are tenderheaded but she is more upset about getting it styled than he is. When Odysseus is around 12-14 and she was around 10-12, hearing some more of her rants, he was basically like "…Well…what if your hair got cut by 'accident'? 👀 "

And then he basically has it set up where "oh no, My sister is stuck and all snarled with her hair in this bush! How will I get her out????"

And it's just basically him pulling a "chop chop" for her. Very uneven and in one swoop. like from "Tangled" >:3

And ofc, Anticlea and Euryclea are sad. Probably even crying a lil.

"This was on purpose, I KNOW it was, Odysseus. How could you do this to your poor lil sister?! 😭" "Because I'm a horrible and mean older brother >:3" winks at the camera while Ctimene is bobbing her head side to side and kicking her feet, giggling about her shorter, much lighter hair "You will be punished severely." "…yeh 🥲 "

I know haircutting wasn't really a thing unless grieving BUT they were kiddos and stupid 👀 This may just be a one time thing but I also really love short hair Ctimene. :)

[louloulemons-posts]

Haircuts and Water Fights

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : You’ve always had long hair, how will your boyfriend, Eddie, react when you cut it off?

Word Count : 1.3k

Warnings : Fluffy, many swears, it gets a bit saucy but no smut, just Eddie and reader being cute, talks of cutting Eddies hair (love his curls lmao)

Authors Note : Purely just rambles and fluffy stuff cause I had a haircut 🤍

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You’d always been someone with hair on the longer side, it had never been cut above your lower back. You decided you wanted a change, a big change. You had graduated highschool and decided you wanted to do it.

Walking out of the hair salon you couldn’t help smiling, your hair was now resting above your shoulders, cut in a similar style to Robins.

Speaking of Robin you decided to go and pay her and Steve a visit. Pushing the door open to FamilyVideo, you waved over to Robin. Her jaw dropped, “Holy shit! It looks great!” she almost shouted.

“Thanks Robs,” you smiled. She came over and played with the short strands slightly, “It really suits you. Dingus come look!” she called to Steve who was in the back.

“Wha- Woah,” he stopped, putting a box of tapes on the counter. “Now I wasn’t expecting that, you’ve had Rapunzel hair forever.”

“Thought it was time for a change,” you shrugged.

“Has Lover boy seen it?” Robin asked.

“He’s working today, I’m seeing him tomorrow. He doesn’t know either.”

“Well if he has an issue, I’ll hurt him. You look great,” Steve smiled, ruffling your new cut.

“Thank you, now do either of you want lunch?” she asked the pair, who nodded eagerly. “Write it down and I’ll go to the dinner and get it.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You had worked at the diner for a few years now, originally as a summer job, but now the shifts had picked up. It wasn’t too busy, as you wondered through. “Hi how can I help- Wow!” Your coworker Millie said. Chuckling slightly, “Good wow?”

“Yes! It looks great.”

“Thanks Mills. Do you think you could put me an order through?” you asked, handing her the piece of paper. “Sure, you sit tight.”

“Can I hear my favourite girl?” Andy the owner of the diner asked, coming to the front. “Hey Andy,” you smiled.

“My oh my look at you! Honey you look stunning!” he said, pinching your cheek.

“Thank you.”

“You got an order for me?” he asked.

“Just sent it to Millie.”

“I’ll get on it then, you staying?”

“Not today, Im going to eat with my friends at Family Video.”

“Sure thing.” You got comfy on a stool and waited for the food. Millie slid you a glass of lemonade, “Thanks Mills, how much do I owe?”

“$12.60”

“That’s way too cheap!”

“Employee discount,” she shrugged, winking at you.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Right I am going to leave you two to do your job,” You said, jumping off the counter, throwing your stuff in the trash. “Thank you for the lunch.”

“No worries, I’ll see you around. Robs I’ll call you later.”

“Course, I’ll speak to you then.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Parking up next to Eddie, you saw him washing the van. You couldn’t help but pause and watch him, topless, hair pulled in a bun, tattoos on show, decorated in chains.

“Hey pretty boy,” you called him. He turned smiling, “Hey gorgeous.” He stilled for a second, taking you in, noticing your hair hanging by your shoulders.

“Holy shit.” Dropping the soapy sponge into the water filled bucket, he wiped his hands off. Jogging over, he held your face in his hands. Playing with the shorter strands, he was in awe.

He brown eyes never leaving you, “You look so fucking pretty baby,” he smiled. “So beautiful.” “Thanks Eds,” you said, cheeks becoming rosy. Feeling shy under his gaze, you tried to hide from it.

“Let me look at you, please,” he said, almost begging, “Please just let me look at my beautiful girl.” He kissed your mouth gently.

You couldn’t help giggling at him, your stomach fluttering.

“Eds.” He hummed, kissing your nose, then your cheeks, then your forehead. “So fucking beautiful baby.”

“It’s just a haircut.”

“And? Who said it was the haircut, I’m talking about you. Not just your face or your body, but your soul, your heart. So beautiful. So perfect.”

“You’re gonna make me cry, stop it.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head, and pulling you into his arms. Wrapping your own around his waist, resting your head on his bare chest, you listened to his heartbeat.

“I love you Eddie.”

“I love you too Sweetheart.”

“Want help washing the van?” you asked, looking up and meeting his chocolate eyes.

“Sure babe, I’ll go grab another sponge for you.”

Heading inside the trailer, you wandered over to the van, waiting for him to return. You tied up as much hair as you could, but most of it fell back down again. Leaving it in a half up half down bun thing, you didn’t really know.

“Here you go Sweetheart.” Eddie appeared again, handing you the sponge and kissing your mouth once more. “Looks cute like that,” he nodded to your hair. “Not sure what to do with it now, forgot about it when I woke up and freaked slightly.”

“It can’t be worse than my mane of hair, you’ll figure it out. Besides hair grows back,” he shrugged. You began washing the side of the van, up to where you could reach.

“Think I should cut mine?”he asked.

“No!” you almost shouted.

“No?”

“Love your curls, don’t get rid of them. They’re so pretty.”

“Fine, fine I won’t.” You smiled at him.

You didn’t notice Eddie wander around the other side of the van. Bopping your head along to the Metallica song playing in his van, you wet your sponge again.

Soon feeling your whole head get wet. Squealing you looked up, “Eddie!” you shouted as he cackled, hose in hand. “Sorry baby, I just couldn’t resist.” He continued laughing.

Running towards him you squeezed the water out of the sponge above his head. He let out his own shout. “You little shit!” he laughed, as you ran away.

“You started it!” Eddie sprayed the hose in your direction again, wetting your t-shirt and shorts, making you scream again. Running back to the water, you dipped the sponge again.

“Don’t you dare!” he warned. Giggling, you ran back in his direction, smacking the sponge into his chest. “Baby!” he became distracted, picking up the wet object. Grabbing the hose from him he paused, “Shit.”

“You’re in for it now Munson!” Turning the water pressure to the max you soaked the boy.

“Come here you little terror!” he shouted running towards you, fighting to get the hose out of your hand.

“No, you started it!” you laughed.

“And I’ll finish it!” he countered. Eddie grabbed you by the waist and lifted your feet off the ground. “Put me down!” you screamed.

“No! Never! I’ve got you now babe.”

Eddie pried the hose from your hand and turned it off. “You’re a little shit!” he cackled.

“Says you,” still wiggling in his grip. Throwing you over his shoulder he took you inside the trailer.

“Eddie!” you hit his back lightly, “Put me down!”

“As you wish,” he said, throwing you into his bed, making you bounce slightly. Crawling over you, he grinned at your smiling face.

Leaning down your lips met one anothers, pulling him closer by his soggy curls, you moaned as he kissed you deeper. He detached one of your hands from them and linked his fingers with your own, grinding down on your slightly.

“Fuck,” you moaned into his mouth. He made the same movement, deeper this time, making your legs fall apart. He lay between them, bare chest resting on your clothed one. “So fucking beautiful,” he said as he pulled away, playing with your short locks once more.

“What time is Wayne getting home?” you asked, slightly breathless. “He said 5:30 why?”

Flipping him over, you sat on his hips. “Because,” you started, leaning down and ghosting your lips over his.

Pulling back, he chased your kiss. “Because?” he whined. You pecked his lips, and jumped off. “We have a van to clean and I don’t think he’ll appreciate the mess,” you said, walking out of his room. Leaving him on the bed.

“You’re a little shit!” he shouted after you.

“It’s what you get for spraying me with the hose Munson.” He couldn’t help but laugh at that.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[azriona]

Coffee Thievery

Pre-Bucky/Reader, ~500 words, Rated Gen (it's a meet-cute, guys, keep your clothes on). Set in the Not a Fairy Tale Kiss 'verse but not necessary to read that to enjoy this very fluffy ficlet. Today is Election Day and I wanted to give you a little bit of fluff on what is sure to be a stressful day. Please remember to vote if you're eligible and take care of yourselves! No coffee was harmed or spilled in the making of this ficlet.

Summary: It is a perfectly normal morning in Avengers Tower, and you are on a perfectly normal mission to steal Clint’s coffee, when a complication turns up at the breakfast table.

Read it on AO3 or just read it here!

The op is going perfectly when you realize you’ve been made.

It’s not your fault. Everything had been going exactly to plan: Clint’s coffee is sitting on the table, exactly where he always puts it. He’s forgotten the sugar – again, it’s a very reliable failing – and it’s not on the table like it usually is because you made sure of that as soon as you’d gotten back from the mission the night before.

So Clint’s digging in the deep well that is the pantry, trying to find the sugar, and you’re sneaking around the side like Indiana Jones, and that’s when you realize that it’s not just Clint in the pantry and Natasha on the couches reading her book.

It’s also the guy sitting at the other end of the table, holding his own mug of something and frowning at you like he’s about to blow your cover.

He’s cute, especially with his nose wrinkled like that, all frowny-faced. His hair’s dark brown and tucked behind his ears, like he normally wears it short but has missed a haircut or three, and you can tell even from here that his eyes are the bluest blue to ever blue. He’s wearing layers of soft cotton shirts and a strange shiny glove on one hand and he’s so clean-shaven you can see the slightly reddened skin, as if it’s been a while and he couldn’t wait another minute.

A little disappointing; a bit of stubble would probably look good on him. Contemplating how he would look more disheveled is probably why you’re distracted from your goal long enough to let him open his mouth, like he’s about to announce your presence.

You quickly start motioning to him Stop stop stop! Shut up shut up shut up! Slashing at your throat, one finger over your mouth, mouthing no no no, the works.

He stares at you, still incredulous, mouth open, before turning to look at Natasha.

Natasha looks up, looks at you, looks at Mysterious But Adorable, shrugs, and turns a page in her book.

MBA just looks back at you, still incredulous, but you grin and ease forward to slowly remove your goal from the table.

You’re already at the door to the stairwell for your exit when you hear Clint talking.

“We need to order more—fuck. Barnes! I thought you were watching my coffee!”

“I was,” says MBA – Barnes, apparently.

Barnes. Oh. It clicks.

“You were.”

“Yeah, I watched it as someone came in here, took it, and left again.”

“You…” Clint’s sputtering now.

“She went to the elevators,” offers Barnes helpfully, “if you want to try to catch her.”

“That little minx, I’m gonna—”

The door to the stairwell (conveniently on the other side of the floor from the elevators) closes quietly behind you so you can’t hear the rest of the exchange.

Which is really kind of too bad, because if that was James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, fabled war hero, Captain America’s best friend, and just-returned-last-night-from-that-mission-no-one’s-telling-you-about, then he totally had your six and you kinda want to thank him.

(With your tongue. No no, bad thought, put that away, the guy was a brainwashed assassin for decades, you are absolutely Not Allowed to think about a teammate like that, nopity nope.)

(Well. Maybe once would be okay.)

It’s gonna be a great day, you think cheerfully, as you take a sip of Clint’s coffee and head down to Tony’s lab.

Read the rest of the series on AO3.

[planet-dusk]

you should definitely share the fem!skz thoughts with the rest of the class mhmmm mhmm totally not because i need them more than oxygen or anything 🙄

i was thinking,, what kind of aesthetic would the fem!skz members have...

chan would have emo/e-girl vibes, the type of girl whose wardrobe consists of 99% black. lots of silver jewelry. the chunkier kind,, black leather too, and of course her nails would be painted black as well (a little chipped from biting them). pleated skirts, chain belts and oversized sweaters. big platform shoes to make her look taller and fishnet stockings to show off her pretty legs <33 n piercings! a nose & belly button piercing for sure bc of course chan would have the prettiest tummy :)) her preferred hair color would be black (relaxed, not curled) or 2 tone with either black + silver grey or a neon color

leeknow's style would be a mixture of comfortable athleisure and a more preppy clean aesthetic. padded jackets, hoodies, sweatpants and ofc converse :)) minimal jewelry,, if any. probably just some (cat) bracelets. she'd prefer to dye her hair in natural colors like dark brown. in winter she wears soft chunky wool sweaters. she uses very little makeup but she loves her cherry chapstick, and how it makes her lips all sweet and sticky and kissable <33

changbin would be such a babygirl ! the prettiest in pink, always showing off her gorgeous body <33 the cleavage on this girl 😵‍💫 she'd act all coy about it but loves it when people comment on how pretty she looks today,, bc she works hard for it and everyone should know! would def match her eyeshadow to her top <33 her hair would be black and curled, either short or long she looks great in both :)) binnie's a dress girl, she loves short bodycon dresses (n of course hidden underneath are her perky nipple piercings 🤭)

hyunjin would be the epitome of artsy elegance,, pretty silver rings adorning her long fingers. she keeps her hair short so it doesn't get in the way when she's painting. loves flowy oversized button ups that look like she stole them from someone else's closet. experiments with makeup sometimes but prefers to keep things more natural,, including her hair (but bleaches it sometimes). honestly looks like a dream whatever she wears <33

han would be right at home in leeknow's sweaters :)) sungie loves borrowing her friends' clothes. her style is similar to minho's but with some edgier street vibes thrown in,, like bucket hats and ripped jeans or cargo pants. goes through experimental phases (including a punk phase and dying her hair all colors of the rainbow) but always falls back on her comfy clothes <33 never goes far without her noise canceling headphones

felix likes expensive things,, likes them to be well fitted and neat. she loves soft n cute things too and often mixes aesthetics. a natural blonde <33 knows exactly what flatters her features (makeup, clothes, etc). could be wearing some high end jewelry paired with fluffy knee socks — anything she feels like,, and she looks amazing in it. bright and light colors look best on her but at night she'll turn up wearing a tiny black dress and make everyone do a double take 😵‍💫

seungmin breathes academia vibes! somewhere between light and dark academia, but always looking sharp and pristine. the kind of timeless beauty who knows how to accentuate her features,, with the perfect haircut (somewhere in the middle) and the right amount of makeup to make her beautiful face stand out. she'd wear tortoiseshell rimmed glasses,, a vintage pair she found in a shop downtown. lots of warm brown leather and tweed to finish off her daily look <33

i.n is on top of all the latest trends. she's just so cool 😫 her style is trendy but relaxed,, a city vibe with her oversized jackets and her shoe collection. rocks a bob or a ponytail like no other ! she buys vintage sometimes,, stuff like those 80s adidas jackets, seamlessly mixing them with her modern day sneakers. her style is very laid back but she knows how to dress up n loves a good red lip <33

[leoleolovesdc]

Bats and my hair-headcanons

Bruce has a straight, short hair. He will usually brush it in some classical fancy-man ways because when he doesn't it always looks like a complete mess.

Dick has a very wavy hair, it's almost curly but not quite. He had it short snd used a lot of gel back when he was Robin, but now he just kinda rolls with it, not doing much to style it except from an occasional cut so it won't get too long. He's too lazy to take care of long hair, but is okay with the shoulder length it's been lately.

Jason has curly, fluffy hair. He didn't do much with it as a kid, but nowadays he has a undercut to look less cutesy when he takes the helmet off. His hair is naturally a dark brown, he paints it black to look more like Dick and Bruce (also, I do include the white stripe in my headcanon because it's cute).

Cass has very straight hair, it's pretty much just a bob cut. She doesn't really have to style it, but sometimes (especially when crime-fighting) uses a short ponytail.

Stephanie has a VERY messy curly hair. She never brushes and hasn't done anything different with it since she was thirteen, when she straightened it because her mother told her curly hair looked ugly, she's given up on that, so nowadays it's hella long and hella messy.

Tim has the straightest hair ever. He used gel as a kid to it would look spiky, gave up on that shit at fourteen because he didn't have patience to style it. He has tried everything, a million styles, a million haircuts, but for the last year it's been a long-ish mullet.

Duke usually has shoulder-length dreadlocks, he has them in a ponytail most of the time. His hair is very curly, he had a big afro when he was younger, cut it short during his early teens and is letting it grow nowadays, he figured long hair looks good on him.

Damian has actual spiky hair (which makes Tim secretly jealous) and usually just brushes it to look similar to his father, it's still spiky in the back, tho. His hair is also a little longer than Bruce's, but he refuses to cut it and dreams of having a long hair and match the length with Duke.

[ryndicate]

Eren x female reader

warnings: 18+mdni, priest au, bit of eremika, sacrilege, jealousy, manipulation, voyeurism, angst-ish, birthday drabble birthday drabble~

“Let us pray.” 

Those simple words are usually followed by everyone bowing their heads and closing their eyes, but like always you stare straight ahead, using this moment freely with no one’s prying gaze. You trail your eyes over the man leading the procession like it’s your own ode to prayer.

Long brown hair tied back over a sinfully handsome face, Father Eren doesn’t close his eyes during prayer. You wonder if anyone else realizes this. Most often he stares at the ground, other times his eyes sweep over the pews. When he does glance out, your heart always pounds, lost in a desperate hope that you’ll find him searching you out. He never does but you can’t let go the possibility.

Through all your time watching, you can’t help but notice there is someone he does seek out, and it aches. The perfect example of a good follower, a good person, always lending a helping hand, a heartfelt prayer, all of her attention to every sermon. You wish you could be like her, and you’ve tried...

But you’re not like Mikasa. You can try, but you’re not, with her cute short haircut and perfect body and that glow in her eyes when she looks at Father Eren that you couldn’t copy if you dedicated your whole life to it like he has to God. It’s like she sees more when she looks at him, more than you ever could. Maybe that’s what he likes about her...maybe that’s what sets you and her apart. 

A chorus of hushed ‘amens’ breaks you from your thoughts. You blink and realize everyone’s heads have risen once more, and choir has filed up to the front, beginning to sing, voices carrying to the ceiling and the heavens beyond, signaling the end of the service.

Father Eren’s already moved to the back doors, giving goodbyes to those who usually leave as soon as the sermon ends. The rest of the churchgoers are striking up conversations with each other, sharing news about their week, exchanging stilted ‘how are you’s’ and ‘I’m fine’s’ to keep up their appearances.

You usually find yourself one of these, mingling with the crowd as an excuse to lay your eyes on Eren for a few minutes longer each Sunday. It’s how you came to notice a pattern. After most of the parishioners have finally dwindled, conversations exhausted, the end of the unspoken competition to be the one who stayed longest at an end, as if that in itself were a representation of faith, Mikasa always approaches Eren to thank him for his sermon.

And Father Eren always offers to pray with her in his office, though they rarely go there. 

With few left to pay them mind the two withdraw to the back rooms of the church, and like every Sunday, you can’t stop yourself from following.

The halls behind the main sanctuary are mostly shadows split by sunlight beaming in through the high windows. You pause outside the warmth, slipping into the cool darkness to remain hidden as you peek around the corner to where the emergency exit is. Its green glow is all that can be clearly seen, which is why you’re certain this is their favorite spot to disappear to.

You can make out their figures in the dark, taller pressing the smaller against the wall as the wet sound of lips meeting graces your ears. Instead of risking being seen snooping, you duck back around the corner and simply listen.

“Are you having impure thoughts again?” His voice is a low rumble, and you love to imagine he’s speaking right into your ear, his body pressing into yours.

“I’m sorry, Father.”

“Don’t apologize to me. Lift your skirt.”

You strain your ears, resisting the urge to peek again. After a few moments you pick up a familiar wet sound, followed by Mikasa’s soft, bitten moans.

“That’s it, does that feel good?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Forgiveness is meant to be a relief,” Eren says softly, his voice tight. “—to those to ask for it, I don’t hear you asking for it.”

“Forgive me, father,” Mikasa chokes on a whimper and your hands inch towards your own waistline, aching for relief.

“Good girl, move your hips down- there you go.”

“Forgive me—”

“Keep going Mika,” Eren groans. Mika. You hate how much you can hear in his nickname for her. It sends flames of envy and hurt across your body, but you still can’t tear yourself away from listening. It’s easy to imagine him in his dark robes, the cross of his necklace hanging between them as he’s bent over Mikasa’s shaking form, pretending it’s not her. “I won’t stop until I’ve soaked up every impurity. Give your heart over, good girl.”

Your body is hot all over, desperately wishing Eren was touching you instead of her. You would sell your soul just for the chance of it, you’re certain. Maybe then Father Eren would take pity on you, the poor girl without a soul to send to heaven.

You close your eyes and breathe deep, rubbing over your panties, easily soaked through and sticking to your folds, wishing you were brave, or less prideful, enough to really touch yourself to the sounds of them together. They sound so caught up in each other, but the deep desire to be a part of it is too much to overlook. You’ll be able to relieve yourself at home in the dark of your room, where you’ll be able to forget about Mikasa’s moans of pleasure.

The sound of the doors opening down their hallway jerks you from your own mind, and your eyes widen as you pull your hand from your waistline, ready to flee, only to find yourself face to face with Father Eren, who for a moment looks just as shocked to see you. But as he reads the guilt and embarrassment of your features, his expression slowly changes.

His eyes seem flat and cold as he stares you down. You would breathe if you thought it was allowed, standing in pure stillness as you wait for him to speak.

“A soul that covets is a soul that dies.”

Is that a warning? Is he telling you there’s nothing for you with him? Your heart quivers under the strain of not shattering. Of course he sees right through you. He wouldn’t be a man of the Word, of the truth, if he couldn’t see your pathetic desire for him. Before your mind spirals off, Eren releases a sigh so soft that you almost think he whispered something.

You look up hopefully; his eyes are warmer, brighter, his shimmering greens and grays studying your face like he’s never truly seen you before. There are thoughts swirling in his eyes that make you wish you knew him better, to understand them without him having to say a word.

You’re elated.

“As one of my sheep, it’s my duty to lead you away from harm. Come to my office after service next week, and I'll help rid you of your sin."

[vinelark]

the way the batfam webtoon illustrates bat fam is pretty much exactly how I'd always pictured them all in my head (but funnily enough never how they looked in the actual comics). What is your head cannon for how they all look?

i also tend to align with the WFA character designs in general! especially jason, that’s the jason in my head. very handsome & wears a belt bag just like mine 💪 i also appreciate that WFA, unlike a lot of the traditional comics, is pretty clear on the fact that damian is not white.

beyond that/more specifically, i always picture tim as @tigerjpg’s tim and @mammutblog’s tim. (side note: ditto for diana.) i also tend to headcanon tim as trans. also in line with mammutblog’s design, i picture steph with some curves/tummy rolls (not sure if they posted that art but it was v cute). cass always has her medium-length haircut when i picture her. babs is oracle babs. i know canonically dick has blue eyes but in my mind they’re brown. most important thing to me about bruce is that once the cowl comes off, no matter how exhausted and beat up he is he’s just undeniably pretty, for maximum vibe shift.

beyond the batfam, kon in my mind is almost always leather jacket flavor kon, and he has curly hair + the earring (if not multiple earrings). i also differ with WFA on bart & cassie’s designs for sure; i see bart closer to his usual comics vibe (big wild hair!) and cassie has short hair/leans butch a la some of cryptocism and coralreefskim’s cassies. clark looks like MAWS clark + @januariat’s clark (the ones of farm boy clark from a while ago have lived rent free in my head ever since i saw them).

there are also so many incredible fan artists with different takes on these characters that make me go !!! that’s them!! so while i have defaults in my mind i am always just happy to see a really cool interpretation/redesign. if official comics can have 50 different appearances for the same character then i think fan artists can have 500 different improved versions of those characters and i’m here for it.

[jennyyy007]

PLAYTHING 🗝️ pt. 10

Pretty

Cw: Violence, female whumpee, male whumper, punishment, humiliation, degradation, cruel whumper, slave wumpee, finally haircut time!!

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“Wait here.”

Isaac ordered as he made Mary sit on the wooden chair of the wash room. He dragged it in the middle of it, making her face the door.

Is he gonna make her take a bath?… She just had one four days ago, so she doesn’t really need one…

The man leaves the room and shortly after returns with a kitchen scissor in his hand.

Mary immediately frowns, looking at the man with a scared expression, which he obviously notices.

“Calm down I’m not gonna hurt you now. Just stay still.”

He walks behind the girl before gripping the length of her hair.

“W- what ar-“

The man quickly yanks it back before leaning to her ear, making the girl whimper pathetically.

“We’re gonna make you pretty. Your hair is starting to look ridiculous.”

He says before starting to cut her chocolate brown hair, no measurements, just roughly with his kitchen scissors.

The girl can feel her head getting a bit lighter.. just how much is he cutting off..

Snip.. snip.. snip..

After a little less than five minutes he makes the last cut before holding the long cut hair in front of the girl.. it is a lot.. he probably cut seventy centimeters off.. if not more..

“Wanna go look at your new haircut hm? It’s… cute.. surely something”

He says in a small chuckle as he grips her shoulder, letting her hair drop down on the floor before he pushes her in front of the big mirror…

….

“It’s-..”

“It’s hideous isn’t it? But makes you look more pretty than with that mop on your head”

Isaac says as he watches tears building up in the girls eyes. It looks horrible. Some strands are way too short and others are a bit longer. It’s the farthest thing from straight..

“So how do you like it? Did I do a good job?”

He asks her in a sarcastically sweet tone, like he needs some reassurance for it.

Mary just looks at it a little longer, trying her best not to start crying.

“It’s.. pretty..”

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@a-living-canvas @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @theforeverdyingperson

[gagegh0st]

Batfamily Kiddos And My Hc's Even though nobody asked for them

New series asshats! "-- hcs even though nobody asked for them will be a returning series you little shitfucks.

Dick Grayson

He has a really good music taste, loves a good jazz, funk, or jersey club song

Collects certain hand sanitizers because he likes the smell

He hoards magazines about himself so that once he becomes a parent, he can show them to his kids.

Has a soft spot for birds.

Night owl

Always wanted a parakeet but Alfie and Dad said no.

Really likes travelling to hot places

Cant swim, almost drowned the last time he was in a pool

Barbara Gordon

Really allergic to cats (Red eyes, hives, all the works)

She was a total nightcore kid back in middle school

Has multiple sets of joint problems that have been left untreated for actual years

Big fanfiction person

Collects plushies of bats because she likes them

Graphic novel addict

Dyes the tips of her hair different shades of red

Absolutely fucking hates tight jeans

Jason Todd

Been book buddies with Alfred since he was really young

Absolutely terrible at driving

Started greying prematurely, he dyes all of it but the white piece.

He takes melatonin before bed because of him having anxiety

Can't hold a girlfriend for shit, too promiscuous to stay single tho.

He had lots of pet fish growing up

He has a rose garden and is very proud of it

Wants to retire one day to be an old guy with a nice garden and literally a. single. child, that's it. All he needs.

Damian Wayne

Listens to way inappropriate music for his age

Thinks he's grown but he always has homework due

The bitchiest little sibling you will ever meet, he is a huge snitch too.

Always having an identity crisis.

Had really traditionally girly interests growing up (Ex: Fables, Flowers, Balet, and Barbies <3, what a sweet child)

Isn't allowed to have a girlfriend ever according to Bruce.

Laughs at inappropriate times a lot

Chronically wears vests because he thinks that it flatters his figure. (It doesn't, Alfred knows this but wants Dames to feel his best even if it makes him look short.)

Tim Drake

Was obsessed with wolves when he was young

Loves a funky-print suit

Really likes painting with gouache or watercolour

Big-ol Adhd brain

Wears the same coat without washing it for at least six months

Plays really funky indie games

Really likes feeling pretty, paints his nails, curls his hair, or even gets himself some new jewelry

Got his ears pierced when he was young, and has tons more ear piercings and plans to get his nose bridge pierced even though Bruce said he would kill him.

Stephanie Brown

Started coding at an early age

Collects old metal stuff

Special interest is welding and glass blowing

Very fond of bears, especially pandas.

A cheese connoisseur

Designs all the suits for the batfam

HTML is the love of her life

Aro ace and only Bruce knows, he's chill about it tho.

Cassandra Cain

Hearing problems GALORE

Uses some forms of AAC because of hearing problems and speech impediment (Lisp and Stutter)

More brooding than most of the boys

Really likes scrapbooking

Watches kids shows for fun because she had a really fucked up childhood

Absolutely never cries in front of the other siblings

Bruce is her shoulder to cry on because he gives such good advice

Crochets Before bed because it's a good stress reliever.

Duke Thomas

Haircut always stays fresh asf

Dissociates a lot

Always was a math person, didn't like reading growing up because of vision problems

Really loves chickens and has names for all of the chickens they own

Collects action figures of farm animals

A very faithful partner, he doesn't get into relationships with people he doesn't see a future with

Has a very fun textured closet but sticks with the yellow.

Collects cool pens and gives them to Alfred so he can have something cute to write with when he writes down groceries.

OK BYE CHAMOY PICKLES !! ILY, DRINK WATER, SHOWER, GET UP, STRETCH, AND KEEP BEING AWESOME!!!

[writingbolt]

Two Men At a Lake

Two men go camping at a lake and undergo a transformative experience that leads them to become rescuers of various strange anthropomorphic animals they keep encountering on their journeys.

A parody of Mystery Dungeon Rescue Team.

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Chapter 1: That was good work!

Two men at a lake, roaming, sweating, camping. Two men at a lake, resting, sleeping, dreaming. Two men that now no longer were just men, having undergone a mysterious transformation. Matt and David.

Matt had already woken up with sunrise, taken two steps to the shore to dance with the fishies in the lake again, when the slowly rolling water surface told him of his changes, showing him that his face had overnight gained unusually much fuzz. Annoyance at how much work shaving all this would be quickly disappeared when he realized that a razor wouldn't suffice to return him to the man he was last night, though, and he stormed back to the sleeping bags he had spent the night in to shout at his still silently snoozing man:

"Bro!"

--"Hmm" David tried to appear unbothered, but his brow furrowing gave away how much he would have enjoyed getting more time to prepare before being dragged into more weird ideas.

But his companion had never been one to pick up on signs. So he had to make it clearer: "I would have enjoyed getting more time to prepare before being dragged into more weird ideas."

Like this hike to a lake no one knew.

"Like this hike to a lake no one knew." he added.

Matt came closer, now towering over his "best friend".

"This lake is amazing! Look at me!" he said, raising both his arms into the air to show off the miraculous effect he believed the lake and fresh air here had had on his body.

"Hmm?" Reluctantly, David opened his eyes and was about to get up when he noticed that his friend really had changed overnight. Or been taken hostage and replaced by someone … who had stolen his orange shorts and could imitate his voice perfectly. Someone with a lot of brown hair covering all of his body like fur, almost pitch-black feet with webbed toes and long nails that resembled claws more than anything, a mouth that extended like a cute little snout with silly little whiskers on both sides of a black dog nose, and barely visible rounded ears on a flat head that definitely stared back at him, still beaming, with eyes that were definitely Matt's bright brown ones. And there was also that long brown tail hanging out from over the waistband of his shorts, reaching towards the ground.

"Um." David paused for a moment. "Uh, that's- that's true. It's amazing to see such a huge specimen of a river otter, the size of a giant! T-Truly a marvel of nature." Matt snickered in return and then let him continue. "But where did they get such a terrible sense of fashion? Or really any sense of fashion at all."

Laughter.

Normally this would have put him at ease, but David still felt tense, even if he tried to suppress it. Even something as bizarre as this surely shouldn't be reason for concern, right? It would be annoying if he let this get between him and enjoying their vacation as much as Matt seemed to be able to even now. But the tension he felt clearly wasn't just nervousness, as he sensed it all over his body, and his behind even seemed to ache, as if he had slept very awkwardly the entire night, he couldn't even make himself stretch to calm down. On top of that, there was still one question burning in his mind:

"And… they speak English, too?"

-- "Bro, you do, too!" Matt said, pointing a hand, or maybe paw, in David's direction. He was still grinning.

"Hey, my fashion sense is just fine!" he blurted out in return.

-- "Sure, man. Just look at yourself. Nice new haircut, by the way!"

David looked down on himself, the tension in his stomach turning to dread as he encountered the same kind of brown fur all over his body below his white t-shirt and black shorts, too. And the pain turned out to have him having laid uncomfortably on his tail. Now he was certain he was really talking to the same Matt he had known for years.

"Oh, come on! What did you do to me this time? Do you realize how much I will have to spend on shampoo now?" he exclaimed.

-- "Hey, I have no clue what happened either!" Matt looked just a tiny bit hurt for a second before his giggle returned. "If I had… I would have come here much sooner! Come on, let's go for a swim. You need to cool down anyway!"

David knew there was no point in protesting, and in fact barely a moment later already heard a loud splash in the water. Matt never waited for anyone. Whereas many of their friends were scaredy cats (well, not literally, at least not last time he saw them) who were perpetually insecure about their decisions and could also have trouble standing up for themselves, Matt instead was the kind of otterly… utterly unswayable man that either ends up the one to cause trouble for everyone or the protagonist in an action movie. And, well, that's kind of what had attracted David to him in the first place. Matt was the one to get David out of the house and on this trip, too, but could the man not slow down one day at least? David could only admire the unstoppable energy. But that even waking up as a different species altogether was something Matt could take in stride just like that was almost too much.

He finally jumped in as well and was disturbed to find out that he had never found any water as enjoyable as the same lake that just last afternoon he had vowed to never set foot in again. Even though it was still early in the morning, it just no longer was as horribly cold, the water didn't get into his ears anymore, and swimming never felt this effortless before. He flowed gracefully with the waves, thoughts melted like ice in the summer sun, until he was tackled from behind by Matt.

It wasn't long before they had invented water wrestling, and when they started training as if preparing to become otterkind's first Olympic athletes, they noticed they had gotten far away from the shore they had come from, now being almost at the opposite side of the lake. And neither of them felt like they had the energy to go back all the way anymore, so they gathered their last energy and swam to the closer shore.

Barely out of the water they heard shouts in the distance, coming out of the forest, faint but impossible to ignore.

After a minute of walking amid the firs and spruces growing tall they encountered strange creature, though no stranger than they themselves were. A human-sized purple butterfly with two pairs of white wings with black lines was turning towards them, standing on two legs and gesticulating with two arms. Aside from their purple color, the limbs looked very human. The butterfly looked at them with two large red compound eyes on a strangely oversized head and shouted again:

"Somebody! Please help me! My poor baby caterpillar fell down a crevice and I'm not good at climbing!"

"Yo" Matt said to David, "looks like someone needs our help!"

-- "What are we, a rescue team?" David replied, though he knew the answer he would get already.

"Sure we are!"

Matt walked up to Mother or Father Butterfly and announced: "Ma'am! Or Sir. We, the Rescue Team Otter Know, how we can help you…"

--"Oh thank goodness! Yes, a rescue team like you ought to know how they can help me. The crevice is just a few minutes in the direction of the creek. Please look for a green caterpillar with red antenna." The butterfly pointed away from the lake with its arm.

They followed the creek and after a while David said: "You know, your English teacher would have probably wanted to fail you for that pun alone."

--"What pun?"

The silence of the next few minutes was pregnant, probably with triplets. Eventually, it was broken by a smaller caterpillar-human appearing from a bush a bit further away, and running towards Matt, who started running towards them. David could only watch in horror as they collided some seconds later and both falling to the ground, Matt cursing and the child crying. David dashed towards them and embraced the child, attempting to comfort it. It didn't seem injured at least.

Then, he asked Matt:

"Are you okay? Do I have to worry about encountering the demon that just possessed you next in this forest? Wouldn't surprise me the way this day is going…"

--"I did feel strangely compelled to just attack everything that moves in front of me…"

"Wait, really? Come to think of it, the butterfly baby here seemed to as well…"

--"I'm not a baby! I'm old enough to be alone in the forest!" the caterpillar protested. David looked at the boy, still sitting in his arms, wearing an overall that was cream-colored in the front, red at the back with many bumps. A tall red spike was on the head seemed dangerously sharp. The head itself of the boy was also red, with large yellow eyes with black pupils located on either side of it and a smaller yellow spike in between both.

"Does this boy not look a bit like a demon already…" Matt muttered, and David wished he hadn't heard it. "In any case he isn't who we are looking for." he continued, louder. "Let him go, he's probably big and strong enough to find his way back alone. And sorry for the headbutt, man!"

With the big and strong caterpillar boy now smiling again, things seemed patched up enough for David to move on, and so they bid him goodbye and continued their path down the creek.

Over the next half an hour or so David had to stop Matt from running into other young animal-humans in the most literal sense again and again, while evading their attacks. More red caterpillars, small brown humanoid doves, and perhaps the weirdest, child-sized yellow-black germinated seeds with stubby legs hopping around. There were also strange large eggs rolling around for seemingly no reason. This forest evidently was nothing short of being extraordinarily cursed.

Finally, they come across a crevice and find the green caterpillar-boy the giant butterfly had wanted to be reunited with. He was teary-eyed, huddled together against the ground and entirely lacking in spikes, unlike the ones they had encountered before, and was the only one that did not aggressively charge, simply looking at them from large yellow eyes, his red antennae hanging low.

They brought brought him back to his parent, cried all tears of joy and waved goodbye after getting a bag filled with various strange berries neither of them had ever seen before.

"That was good work" Matt said to David.

--"Thanks. It's always harder when you have to do it all alone." David replied, grinning for the first time that day.

"How about some fish for lunch? It would go well with the berries."

Continued in part 2 here.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

I got my hair cut short a few months ago impulsively.But now I feel really self conscious about it since it’s in an awkward growth phase. So I was wondering if you had any cute HC’s of either Angela,Sylvia Or even Cherry cutting their hair short.

If it’s any consolation anon, my best friend impulsively cuts her hair all the time so it’s perpetually in awkward growing out phases and she always looks adorable- I’m sure you do too. But omg anon tysm for this ask because I actually have SO many thoughts on the the outsiders girls and their hair because I think all of them have cut it at least once but for different reasons

-Sylvia Devares' hair is long, dark curls, but when she was little her long hair is what her father used to grab when he was in one of his rages, and her mom used to yank on it to make her behave. Little Sylvia had been growing it out so she could look like her grandmother, but once when she was seven, entirely fed up after a particularly harsh yank from her mother she grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors and chopped it all off herself. It was horrible and uneven and messy and Sylvia didn’t care. Her mother was furious and refused to get it fixed, so Sylvia wore that slashed off hair for ages, and wore it like a badge of honour until it started to grow back. It grew in uneven and was all different lengths until Sylvia turned ten and finally decided she wanted more normal stereotypically ‘pretty’ hair, but she still remembers the slashed up look and the way it made it so she couldn’t be grabbed as often as her first lesson about how looks can be a kind of defence

-Sandy Okensy always loved her long, flowing blonde hair, obsessed as she always was with disney princesses, Rapunzel in particular. However, she got lice in the third grade and neither her parents nor her older sister had the time to fine comb her hair, so she had to shave it instead. It absolutely DESTROYED her, and ever since her hair is a sort of obsession of hers and she tries to always keep it as long as possible. She also washes it every single day

-Evie Bylilly’s Navajo heritage makes it so that her hair is super important to her. At the time of The Outsiders its past her hips, however, when she was in grade three her grandfather (whom she was very close to) died and she cut it as a sign of mourning and respect. Her haircut was styled in a cute little ear length bob but she still got teased for it a bit. She wouldn’t trade that experience or the hair cut for anything though, and her haircut and the subsequent teasing is part of how she and Sandy became friends in the first place (the bond of the girls bullied in elementary school is unshakable).  Evie sees her long hair now as a sign of how she’s grown in the years since her grandfathers passing, as well as a reminder of how long she has grieved him. 

-Angela Shepard has always loved her long, silky curls because her hair is one of the few things in the world that is truly hers, however after her hair gets cut by Bryon and Mark (lets go with TWTTIN canon for these head canons) she grows it out a bit and styles it into a mullet. The curls and they style makes her look REALLY cool and she sticks with it for a while before she decides to grow her hair out properly again

-Marcia Valentine is the kind of girl who can’t keep a hairstyle for more than a few months. She has cut and styled, bleached and dyed her hair so many times at this point it’s a wonder her hair isn’t damaged beyond repair. She just gets so bored with the same old thing after a while and always wants something exciting. Lucky for her, she can rock just about any style and any colour- except red. She tried to emulate Cherry once and spend the whole weekend relying her hair back to brown.

-Cherry Valance is very careful with her hair. She likes to layer it and gets it regularly trimmed to keep it healthy, but major changes like big cuts or style changes aren’t for her. Her hair is already such a vibrant colour she doesn’t feel the need to make it any more of a key feature.

Hope this is kinda what you were looking for! Thanks for the ask xx

[dietmountaindewbae]

III. monsters in green dresses

alex turner x reader

word count: 7090

summary: saturday night and you felt alive, you went out with your friends to The Boardwalk, and meet (early wpsiamtwin) Alex and his band mates

warnings: smut

song recommendation: sexy boy by air

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*⋆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*⋆ 

Saturday night was the longest night of them all, going out with your friends, going to clubs or pubs, your friends stealing their parent's car to travel from one place to another, it simply was the best day of them all, you couldn't avoid that happiness that formed in you, even the time you spent choosing your makeup and your clothes it was worth the effort.

The Boardwalk was a place your friends always had in mind to go to but you simply got distracted and went somewhere else, this time you heard there was live music tonight, and it didn't take that long to convince your friends, they agreed to go all together, only the four of you with just a couple of pounds, the four of you together had enough to get pissed off your brains.

Tonight there was a band on the list, a new one you've never heard of before in Sheffield, you heard they had good groovy music and they could be the new greatest hit of all, they had catchy bridges, and bright guitars but they often seemed to miss something, the singer needed more emotion when he sang the words thru the microphone, he was a tall boy with blonde locks and green eyes, you heard his name was Dylan, he seemed to be a nice bloke but you didn't bother to pay that much attention to him, the boys from the band put their stuff away and you went back to the counter, the rest of your friends talked to some girls they met there, it was rather easy to make friends when you were not exactly pissed but just happy, it made everything mix well, the youthful music, plus the alcohol that ran thru the veins, it was right enough reason to dance, hearing your local band live was always a hit, Saturday night was endless while Sunday morning was merciless.

"Hey! I'm gonna get us a few more beers" You said to your friends, you weren't the type to leave without saying where you were going, you could never be too careful when you went out. You walked thru the people trying not to fall thanks to the annoying platforms you chose to wear, but soon enough you made it in one piece, "Hi, can you give me four coronas please" You said to the bartender leaning forward on the countertop, he nodded with his head, and grabbed them from a small cooler, he took the caps off of the four of them and gave them to you "Thank you" You said, he nodded with his head. Your friends were stunned by the boys in the band, all tall, and fit, but you weren't too amused, yeah they might have nice voices but you hoped the next band that came next would be better.

The boy with the sky blue shirt, grey jeans, and black kicks went to the stage, it was the bartender that gave you the beers only a few minutes ago, he was a cute boy with short brown hair with a messy haircut, some red spots on his soft pale skin, his lips thin and slightly chapped, he was a rather tall boy, with a white fender Stratocaster, there was another boy with a grey sweater, light-washed jeans, and Adidas shoes, you label him as the guy with a red telecaster, another boy came with much shorter and thinner hair, an air jamaica shirt, another taller boy with a red bass and the collar of his shirt up, in all honesty, you didn't know what to expect, just some 4 boys with guitars, a bass, and a drumset, you didn't expect them to rock that much, but they did.

The first moment you heard the smashing opening of the song titled, I Bet That You Look Good On The Dancefloor, your jaw dropped, you couldn't describe it in another way, it was all electricity when you heard that song, all the people there were jumping up and down, your friends were a bit distracted, dancing with the guys from the other band, but your focus was on the four boys on the stage, the bartender sang thru the microphone a bit uptight at first but as the song seemed to only get better, he slowly let go, danced around the stage, everything was going so fast as the lads with the red and white guitars strummed the strings faster and faster, and all of the people sang on the small seconds of the silence of the song, you even joined yelling, "Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor!" You couldn't hold it back, you were even sad they only had two more songs to perform, but in the two left you were dancing, laughing, swaying your hips and the heel of your shoes followed the beat of the songs.

"Thank you, we're Arctic Monkeys have a good evening," The boy in the blue shirt said, suddenly he got all soft when just a few seconds ago he was screaming the lyrics of his songs no matter if his voice cracked or not, he kept going, he put his guitar to the side and unplugged it, he applauded his friends and gave them a few pats on their backs, you had completely forgotten about yours, so you went back with them, one of your friends was kissing the cute bassist on a dark corner of the pub, while the others were nowhere to be found, you were worried so you texted them, you were dizzy from all of the noise and the booze so you sat on one of the bar stools, and drunkenly texted your friends.

"Um... miss?" The guy with the blue shirt said, "Everything alright? You look a bit pale" He asked politely.

"Oh yeah, yeah sure" You answered quickly, "Just a bit bored, I dunno where me girlfriends went, and I'm kinda bored without 'em" He nodded with his head saying oh, "One of them always gets lost, and now I just can spot one of them" He lightly giggled when you pointed at your friend that had that guy's tongue deep inside her throat, it made you sort of happy that he was listening to you, often you made a fool of yourself by saying the things that burst in your brain while drunk, he was cleaning a glass with a dry cloth on his hands, "You have a very cute smile" You complimented.

"Thanks, love, you too" He put the glass away, and went back to talking to you.

"You know, I saw you up on that stage" You pointed right to the middle of the stage where he was singing some moments ago, "And let me tell ya... the other band was nothin' like yours,"

"Is that so?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Very so, sir, I saw you singing I bet that you look good on the dancefloor" You whispered shouted, with a drunken smile imitating his singing "But yeah, I mean you were fucking amazing there," You said once more.

"Well, for your information I also saw you dancing right there," He said, pointing to the place you were standing, you were surprised he was looking at you, from all of the people there he looked at you, but it couldn't mean anything at the same time, it could've been only a coincidence.

"How embarrassing!" You complained, "I've got horrible skills, can't dance for shit," You said, taking another swing of your beer, he rested his elbows flat against the table, and threw the cloth over his shoulder, holding himself with them.

"I'd say the opposite," He said.

"So you really were looking at me," You said sounding more certain, your body unconsciously moved closer, your face only a few centimeters away from his, the body language was all about proximity, something about talking to that boy made you simply smile, Was it his eyes? Was it his annoyingly beautiful deep brown eyes? His pink lips? His warm smile? What the fuck was it?

"I might've..." He admitted, you nudged your head to the side, the weight of your body was too heavy on you, you lost some balance and almost fell off your chair, you were embarrassingly clumsy with the amount of alcohol you had, you've been on the boardwalk since 10 and it was around 1 in the morning already, the sleep plus the alcohol, it made you lose the balance but the boy grabbed your shoulders tightly, putting you back on the same place, he left one of his hands there to steady yourself.

"Easy there," He said, "You alright?" He asked, he tried inspecting your eyes, but you waved it off.

"Damn you already got me trippin'" You joked, looking at the small name tag on the left side of his chest, "Turner..."

"I'll get you some water love, stay here," Turner said, he went to grab a water bottle and was even nice enough to pour it on a cup with a small lime, "There"

"You're a gentleman aren't you, bet you have a girl"

"Nah, not at the time..." He scratched the back of his head, and you furrowed your eyes, he seemed like the type to always have a girlfriend, not in a way he was only fooling around with girls, but more like he enjoyed the love and the company.

"Unbelievable," You said, he shook his head stating that what he said was the truth, "For real?" You asked once more.

"Yeah, I'm just waiting to see what happens I'm not really in a hurry"

"So all of those songs about pinching your bird, I don't know if you're looking for romance, what's that all about?" You asked, even though you kind of regretted asking since you didn't wanna make him uncomfortable, but he was nice enough to explain everything to you.

"Yeah, a girl had to do with it but it was a long time ago now," He said, the regret didn't escape you at all.

"What time do you close?" You asked, he quickly glanced at his watch.

"40 minutes," He said, "Why?"

"Wanna have some fun at a club with this girl?" You offered, he wasn't the type to go to that sort of stuff but you wanted to try, and see what he said, you went to the boardwalk to try new places to have fun in, but the club was the ultimate house of fun for you.

"I mean, I don't have a problem but your mates and.."

"I'll just tell 'em where we're going if I can find them...bring your friends too, tell them to come!"

"Sure then..." He was waiting for you to tell him your name, you said it and he smiled, saying your name once more, "Pretty name, suits you" He complimented, "Mine's Alex actually but you can also call me Turner" You chuckled.

"Nice meeting you," You said, he shook your hand, and smiled, seeing some color rose on his cheeks.

"So club huh," He said, "I hope me and me mates aren't a burden or summat"

"No no, don't say that we're all very nice" The three other guys that played on the stage came back from chatting with some friends, they all said hi to Alex, and began to talk about things you didn't understand but only for just some short minutes, Alex noticed how you were a bit ignored.

"Guys this is our new friend" You waved hi at them, Alex introduced you saying your name in his tender voice, the boy you labeled as the guy with the red tele took your hand with his and shook it, kissing your cheek, introducing himself as Jamie, "You can also call him cookeh if you'd like" Alex added, the tall boy with the air jamaica shirt waved hi at you and hugged you from the side, "That's Matthew and right next to Matthew is Andy," The boy with the green shirt, and bass hugged you, and you came back to sit on the chair.

"Very nice meeting you all but...I've got one question though" You added a bit of suspense by staying silent for a bit, the guys surrounding you, walking forward to hear you properly leaning on each other's shoulders, "Would you all like to go clubbing with me, and me friends?"

"I mean if it's on you, for sure!" They all giggled Alex punched Jamie on the shoulder. They seemed happy about it, yes they could be a bunch of strangers, boys you didn't know but your gut said they could be nice, considering how polite Alex was, plus the fact he didn't pull any moves on you, you didn't think about them as bad, or even questionable. Drinks kept flowing, the times when you were quiet during the moments the boys were talking about something you didn't know they were nice enough to explain to you the things they were joking about, which also made it funny, remembering the times they were younger and they did even dumber shit, it made them all burst in laughter, the number of years that they knew each other, it was amazing, they were like brothers, you knew they were all united but you didn't know how much, and you liked watching them talk, hearing them laugh, it was great in how little time you talked to them, seemed like you already knew them for years.

Forty minutes seemed like nothing after all the time you spent talking and laughing, Alex didn't ask you to wait for him after the pub closed but you did, he said he would catch a cap and go to the club you suggested but you didn't want him to go all by himself, so you sat patiently on the cold countertop, taking the lasts sips of your beer, while you waited for Alex, he came back from the bathroom wearing a green lime shirt, a denim jacket, his hair messy as always but somehow that made him look even cuter, "Ready, love?" He asked, propping his arm to the side for you to grab it, you nodded with your head and looped your arm around his, you walked outside the pub with Alex, and grabbed a cap with him, on the way you sat close to him, he smelt nice, something sweet, something soft, he was very warm, maybe you should've brought a coat with you but you didn't expect to feel so cold, Alex saw how you shivered next to him, he opened his arms for you, signing to cover yourself with his natural warmth, it was very odd how you felt so comfortable with him already, only a few hours ago have you just met him and you felt like you knew him from always, he was kind, gentle, something about him made you feel safe, maybe it was the way his arms were around your waist, hugging you close to him not wanting to let go of you, maybe it was his heartbeat, showing he was a completely relaxed, maybe it was his cheek that rested lightly on the top of your head, but it made you feel alright.

After the cap dropped you both at the club the line wasn't as long as you both thought, only 20 minutes or less and you both were inside, trying your best to find all your friends that must be at the back of the club, it was small and very crowded, there were neon lights on the ceiling, people all over each other, hot couples making out on the dance floor, swaying to the music, teasing, laughing, it all had a good environment to you, the dark colors of the club, and the lights, made you feel in another different planet, disconnected yourself from the outside, you liked it but Alex didn't seem quite into it at first, maybe he was tired from his shift.

"Havin' a good time?" You asked him before you head deeper into the club, he raised his head and nodded, "Sure?"

"Yeah, I'm alright just wanna find Andy and the rest" He yelled in your ear, you grabbed his hand and lead the way, you knew the club like your own house, you knew where exactly could your friends be, there was a very small area of black leather settees where most of the time you all would sit there to have a rest from being up on your feet all night, by remembering the feeling of your bloody ankles from wearing those uncomfortable heels made your mouth twitch, Alex held your hand very tightly, you thought he might be nervous even though he had nothing to be nervous about, as expected, all of them were sitting on the settees chatting and drinking Margaritas, taking pictures.

"You made it!" Jamie said, immediately hugging you close to him.

"You missed me already?!" You teased him, Jamie patted your back up and down and nodded.

"Come on let's get more drinks," He said, Alex sat comfortably next to Andy while you and Jamie walked to the bar, and ordered a few more margaritas, sour vodka shots, and some tequila for the brave, "So you and Alex huh?" Jamie joked.

"Fuck off" You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "We only met a few hours ago"

"Yeah but that doesn't mean there cannot be love" He answered back grabbing two margaritas in each hand, it was funny to see him juggling with the glasses so you gave him an extra hand, you gave everyone their drink sitting next to Jamie, but he signed you to switch places so you could sit next to Alex.

"Jamie for fucks sake" You whispered.

"Come on take the sit" He insisted, you held your drink and fixed the ends of your dress, sitting next to Alex, he was a bit pissed now, baffled about the time he was up the stage and someone threw him a sweater he was very tempted to keep but he threw it away, you couldn't stop staring at his lips when he talked visually craving to feel them, lick them, bite them with the edge of your teeth, maybe it was the burning booze that made you feel so hot, and Alex made things hotter.

When the drinks emptied, it was your turn to go and ask for more, while the rest danced, Alex saw you talking with some bloke, your elbows resting flat on the countertop, one of your legs crossed over the other, seeming not too interested on him, but still trying to be as polite as possible, Alex didn't like how close the guy was talking to you, didn't like the way he was trying so hard to impress you, didn't like the way he was looking at you up and down shamelessly, the green dress you decided to wear out fitted you very smoothly, made your waist look smaller and your curves round, while it also was tight and short, it left enough for the imagination, the bloke who was drunkenly flirting with you was making you laugh, not because he was funny, he couldn't stop burping in between each of his sentences, Alex saw you laughing and walked to your way wrapping one arm around your waist.

"Hi babe" He kissed your cheek cupping your chin and wrapping his arm around you, "Who's our new friend here huh?" He said, impressed by his actions you also hugged him closer to you, not to only seemed like you two were dating but also because you wanted to be close to him, as much as possible.

"Never mind... 'course you have a boyfriend, gonna leave you two alone," The drunk bloke said, "Bye now" He waved at you both and you pushed your lips together trying to hold the laughter but once he was away both of you began to laugh.

"He was disgusting!" You said, Alex hugged you closer to him, his head falling on your shoulder, "Thanks for saving me" You said, a bit serious now.

"Is not a problem... really" He said politely, how was he like that you wondered, he was a truly caring and delicate boy, not a schizophrenic playboy who pretended to care about you only to get you to his apartment, his cute brown eyes became softer as he stared at yours, he was very handsome, suddenly the DJ had changed the song into one of your favorite songs redirecting your attention to it, your friends went running towards you, the song made you want to stand up and dance, without really thinking it, that's what you did.

Alex saw your mood change when one of your favorite songs began, he watched you carefully and upclose how your hips swayed to the music, your fingers grabbed the ends of your dress, he saw how you slowly hitched it up until he saw once again your little pink knickers, he was stunned, hypnotized by you, the feeling of his eyes on you lingered, you liked to think about the things he might be thinking, it made you feel wanted and needed by him, you approached him slowly, his eyes sparkle as he watched you in awe, "Dance with me" You whispered to his ear, he grabbed your hand giving you a small spin, pressed up against him, his hands on your waist, he didn't really know what to do, you could sense his nerves, so you put your arms on his shoulders getting closer by the second until the music stopped your faces just a few inches apart, you felt the tension building up.

"I was right," He said, you looked at him puzzled.

"Right about what?" You asked.

"'bout the way you dance" You grinned, walking closer to him.

"Why don't you take me home?" You whispered in his ear, you were aching for him a lot, you couldn't deny it any longer, or hide it, the look in his eyes sparks something peculiar, "Maybe, I could show you how I can move when I'm all alone, for your eyes only"

"Is that what you want?" You nodded with your head nibbling your lower lip, "And are you sure?" Cloyed by his sweetness, you cupped his soft pink cheeks and kissed his red chapped lips with passion, you could feel his heart racing, going deeper every time he kissed you back, his hands grasped your hips tighter, your hands lazily around his neck to pull him in closer to you, God did his lips taste so sweet, and he kissed you with great desire, but sadly you ran out of breath and your lips parted from his, he couldn't get enough of the taste of your lips, he nibbled your lower lip, a moan escaped from your mouth, the little seconds you got of air were enough to be able to kiss him for longer, the taste of your margarita lips and his natural sweetness was intoxicating, the kissing went for long but you were aching for him to take you home, you grabbed his hand and lead him to the exit.

You two waited outside, the cold air of Sheff made you shiver and hug your body, Alex after ending the call on his phone, he put his denim jacket on your shoulders, and caressed them up and down, you hummed feeling the warmth and the smell of his cologne, he looped his arms around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulders, "Warm?"

"Yes... but not enough" You said.

"What can I do to make you feel warmer?" You grinned again, looking to the side.

"Take me home"

"And do what exactly?" The sound of an engine driving close to your way, stopping right outside the club took his attention.

"I'll guess you'll find out soon" Alex opened the door for you with a grin then he came in after you, wrapping his arm around you, while he gave the taxi driver his address, you had the brilliant idea to tease him, you left some wet kisses on his neck while your hand slowly traveled up his thigh, you noticed how tense he got, the driver took off after Alex told him his address, you stopped kissing him and took a very small distance when the car begun to move, just to see how far did your teasing got you, and how impatient he was.

Not even 5 seconds later his hand took possession of your inner thigh, stroking it up and down, but there was no response from you even though you felt a small wet patch form on your underwear, that area in specific was quite sensitive for you but you tried your best to not respond, suddenly his hand went up making you feel tickles and you immediately shut your legs together, "Got ya" He said, pulling you closer to him by the elbow, his breathing close to your neck causing you to chuckle, he cupped your cheek and kissed your lips tenderly, but it didn't take long until your greedy mouth took advantage of the moment his lips parted to get some air, your tongue slipped inside his mouth, he sighed and cupped your cheek, turning the kiss into a much passionate one, the young lust got the best out of you, you didn't really care if the driver saw you, didn't care if he heard something, you knew the sounds of the cars that passed by would keep you hidden in the dark shadows of the night, your hand brushed his throbbing hard cock, he jumped up a bit, "We can't do this here" He whispered on your lips, but he kept leaning in to kiss you, your red lipstick staining his mouth.

"Who says?" Your hand began to stroke his clothed cock, you eyed the cab driver, but he was too distracted, focusing on the road, he was desperate at this point, oh how he remembered everything in the club, every gentle movement of your hips, your lips that hummed the melody of the song, the curve of your breasts, the strap of your light pink bra, and the crease of your underwear, you felt how hard he was getting, he couldn't get enough of your sweet vanilla perfume, kept fantasizing of your red lipstick all over him, you both struggled to keep it together, he was too thick, had grown so big, it was almost impossible to resist the urge to fuck right there, but you were saved by the cap suddenly stopping.

"Here, have a nice night" Alex handed out a couple of pounds and thanked him with a nod.

"Right, you too," He said politely, you didn't pay much attention to the address Alex had given to the driver, but when you saw he lived in an apartment you were shocked, most of the guys with who you had a relationship with, not only were they assholes but most of them still lived with their parents, none of them had their shit together unlike him.

He took your hand and walked with you some stairs, you'd heard about the flats in the area, close to the city center but yours was more close to home and college, you were very interested in getting to know him more, you were certainly puzzled by the young man that was next to you, holding you next to him, not in a very possessive way but more in a protective manner, his jacket hugging your body, setting aside his cuteness, he also was very fucking hot.

"This is my place," He said, you walked down the hallway, holding hands still, he searched for his keys in his pockets, patting them, he turned to you and motioned with his hand, "You see this?" He kept doing the same motion, "This is the universal symbol for keys"

"Who said that?"

"Me, it will be a thing in the future though, very certain about it" He chuckled, and you watched his smile in awe.

"Sure it will" You joked, he walked close to you, and leaned forward, you gave him a small peck on the lips but he giggled, "What?"

"I was erm... looking for me keys actualleh, I think they're in the right pocket if I remember well," He said trying his best not to sound ungrateful for the very subtle kiss you gave him.

"Oh right, right... the keys" You fetched them from the right pocket and gave them to him with a smile, "There you go"

"Thanks love" He opened the door for you and let you in first, you looked around for a moment until he sneaked behind you, kicking the door shut, turning you around to face him he put his lips on yours.

"And there I was thinking you didn't like my kissing" You teased, he rolled his eyes, taking you by surprise at how he picked you up from the ground, you squealed and giggled on his lips.

"I couldn't get enough of it" His lips were intoxicating, and you felt a huge fire igniting in the pit of your belly, he laid you down on his grey settee, your dress revealing your pink knickers, "Can I?" He asked, tugging on the hem of your knickers.

"Fuck me, for fucks sake," You said with despair, he smiled at you, "Please," You said, smiling back at him.

"Couldn't forget your kindness, couldn't you?" He pecked your lips before sliding your underwear down to your knees, he kissed your right knee, and kept going up, making you close your legs around him when he reached that sensitive spot on your inner thigh, "Alright?"

"Please..." You sighed, and he smirked, blowing cold air into your wet cunt, a shaky breath scraped your lips as his fingers spread your wetness.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good princess, I want to hear you all the time" You dipped his head in, and began to tease your clit in small circles, your legs twitched immediately, you were so tense by the feeling of his wet and hot lips on your pussy, kissing the insides of it, "You taste so good babe" He let two fingers sink inside you, gathering some of your wetness between his fingers, "Open" He pushed his fingers inside your mouth letting you taste your sweet wetness, "Suck on it" You kept sucking on his fingers harshly, while he kept licking your arousal, his tongue teased your folds, only getting you wetter by the second.

"Alex please" You begged, Alex, cupped your cheek with the palm of his hand and kissed your lips much more softly, pouring all his love into them. He wrapped your legs around his torso, the strap of your dress falling down your shoulder, your back resting on the soft cushions of his settee, you were surrounded by his familiar scent, and a moan escaped your lips when he lightly nibbled the sweet spot on your neck, he giggled at his teasing, how he had you on the edge, but it was enough for you, the teasing, the playing, you wanted things to get more serious.

You took a hold of his neck, getting on top of him, holding him down in place, "Don't mind me being on top right, baby?" He tried to flip you once more but had failed, when you wanted to be strong you would fight for it, right now you wanted to be the one with the power, "You're very cute like that" His cheeks were flushed, his mouth red and swollen for the kissing, panting.

"Take me, please"

"I'll take it whenever I want to," He tried once more to hover you over, but it led him to nowhere, you had taken over his body, you took his shirt off and threw it away, shocked by your moves he started to be alright with the idea of you taking over him, he didn't have a problem with it, but you made him feel this sort of way that he just wanted to be all over you, but now he realized you were feeling the same way, "Take your clothes off for me"He quickly unbuckled his belt, inpatient for the pulsing roughness of his dick to be smothered with your wetness, he was aching to feel you.

"I bet you're soaking wet for me, God you're so tight" Your dress was hitched up to your hips, and you took his pulsing red cock out of his boxers, he sighed when you gave him a few strokes, his eyebrows furrowed when your hot spit covered his head, your thumb made circles on his tip and your hand covered the rest of his cock with your warm spit, you felt the need to already slip it in, wanted to bounce on it, feel his hard cock inside you but a part of you wanted revenge for the teasing.

"First you're gonna fuck my thighs," Alex nodded with his head, you noticed that hint of nervousness on him though, "Have you ever done that before?"

He swallowed a lump saying no with his head, "Haven't done that..."

"Don't you want to?" You caressed his hair, and he looked at you with those puppy brown eyes nodding, "Good baby... good," Next you sat on his lap, sitting sideways so it could be easier for him to slide his cock in and out, you were the only one who still had clothes on, Alex was completely naked, his body flushed and his heartbeat could be heard, you liked making him so nervous, aroused and excited, your hand grabbed the back of his head while the other held his hand, you rubbed your thighs together causing delicious friction on his wet cock, and slowly he began to bounce your body up and down on his cock, he threw his head back sighting.

"Fuck babe" His eyes rolled back to the ceiling, his lips parting, you grabbed him by the back of his head, redirecting his gaze.

"I want you to look at me always" Alex kissed your lips passionately, putting his hand on the back of your hair, the way he kissed you, so hungry for your lips, he said to himself he could fall in love with just a kiss from your lips, he kept bouncing you on his lap, felt how his legs trembled, his breathing heavier, moans falling from his mouth to yours, you were driving him closer and closer.

"I wanna cum on your thighs babe, I love them so much... fuck you're so sexy..." He moaned your name loudly, closing his eyes shut, his glistening cum pouring over your thighs, "Oh fuck me..." He moaned when more cum poured over your thighs, panting as he came down from his high, kissing your lips he showed you how much he liked what you two just did.

"I want to fuck you, Alex," You confessed.

"Let's make a mess" He encouraged, it was nice to feel he also shared that feeling with you and wanted to make you feel undeniable pleasure, from the pocket of his jeans he fetched a black package that contained a condom, "Still sure doll?" You grabbed the condom from his hands ripping the package open with your teeth.

"Very sure" You purred, you handed him the condom and threw the trash away, you hopped on top of him, both of your legs extended, knees bent, this was sure something very new for Alex, who was used to going on top, and the same three positions but you, you were out of this world for him, "Let me bend your mind, Turner... I know you won't be sorry" He was more than ready to try something new, more if it was with someone like you.

You grasped his shoulder, he held your waist to keep you in place, you aligned him with your entrance, sliding it slowly, your tightness, the wetness made him go mad, "Fuck, you feel so tight, fucking hell" He was so thick, your walls stretched, he made you feel so full.

"Alex..." Your voice trembled, goosebumps crawled up your skin when he sunk completely inside you, and your chest reddened as he's thrusting in and out of you slowly.

"Fuck you look so fucking dirty like that darling" He had a good look at your tight cunt, watched his cock fuck it, your nipples hard, the straps of your dress falling low down your arms, legs wide open for him, your thighs shining with the lights, he felt hot sweat drip down his forehead, he watched as you rolled your hips trying to be closer to him, he wrapped his arm around your lower back, he jerked his cock back and forward, girlish moans coming out of your mouth.

"Fuck yes.... just like that Alex," You said between gritted teeth, your hands wrapped around his neck as Alex drove you closer to the edge, "Harder" You panted, "Fuck me harder..." Alex holds you strongly as his cock thrusts harder inside you, hitting your spot over and over again.

"Give it to me babe, cover me cock in your cum"

"Harder now please..." You squealed when his cock delivered a hard thrust to your cunt, he went faster and faster as he felt your walls contract, and tighten around him, and your eyes filled with tears as you felt you were coming to an end.

"Give it to me," Alex said, you sighed when the waves of pleasure took over you, "That's it babe" He felt your hot cum covering his cock, he knew by now your body would be tired, too heavy on you, but you weren't completely worn out.

"Fuck, I feel so good" You blurred out.

"I'm glad darling," He said with honesty, holding you close to him.

"Another round?" You suggested with a shaky smile.

"I was just thinking about the same," He said with a very cute smile, your head falling on his shoulder.

"This time take me to bed baby" He carried you down the hall, your legs around his torso, arms on his neck, your back felt the soft sheets of his bed, he stripped you off of your dress, looked at your body in awe, memorized every curve, every beauty spot, the shape of your thighs, the curves of your breasts, your prominent collarbone.

"You're fucking gorgeous" He pulled you to him by the legs, and threw them over his shoulders, "Gonna fuck you so good doll, scream my name when you cum" You smirked at his commands.

"Yes sir" You teased, but he teased you back rubbing the tip of his cock with your sensitive spot.

"What'd you say?" You moaned as he rubbed your clit faster.

"Yes sir," You said with a shaky tone, that same smile still not threatening to fall from your lips, his right arm secured your weak legs on his shoulders, and he pushed his cock inside your throbbing cunt going slow at first, pushing your legs shut, "Stop the teasing for fucks sake" You whined, your hands making fists with his bedsheets, holding to them with a tight grasp.

"And you're not a tease right?" With all the strength you had left, you tried to get your legs off his shoulders, but none of it worked, he holds you down in place, not even struggling to keep you there in the first place.

"Shut up and fuck me" Alex smirked, taking a very fast pace, the sound of his meat smacking against yours could be heard all over the room, his cock twitched inside you, his legs shaking as he felt each time more closer, he spread your legs, his fingers going down to rub your clit in fast circles, his cock kept pounding your cunt harder and harder, your legs couldn't stop shaking, your eyes rolled back as you let Alex take completely over you, "A-Alex Im gonna...oh fuck" You gasped for air when you felt that pressure on your stomach, you triggered a spot on Alex's body making him cum right after you, his forehead on yours, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, you felt a small tingle on your lips, and on your stomach, having his lips so close to yours only made you want to kiss him more, and that's what you did, you kissed him until you ran out of breath, until your lips were completely swollen, his arms around you he laid you down carefully on his bedsheets, he quickly went to the bathroom to clean himself up, and grab a new pair of clean boxers, you were slowly drifting off to sleep, felt so much relaxation, completely worn out now, your body felt so light.

"Can I get you some water, love?" He said.

"Mmm?" Your voice sounded a bit more throaty for the sleep.

"Oh, did I woke you up?" He whispered you giggled at his kindness, "Sorry love"

"Is alright I'm still awake, and yes thank you" He closed the door of his bedroom but when he came back, he saw you laying on your side, strands of your soft hair on your face, he sat next to you, felt how his fingertips moved your hair revealing the delicate features of your face, he followed the trace of your nose, and your eyebrows, he left a cup of water on the side you were sleeping in, he tucked himself in the covers beside you, laying your head down on his chest.

The sunlight hit Alex's bedroom floor in the early morning, he had woken up with only the outline of her silhouette on the bedsheet, she simply vanished, and he looked for her everywhere but just when he thought his girl was long gone he saw a small note next to his cup.

"Don't forget me too soon" She left the print of her red lipstick on the note, along with her number, Alex didn't think about it twice before grabbing his phone, he dialed the numbers and looked down at the floor, waiting for her.

"Missed me already?" The girl in the green dress said.

"Can't forget about you so easily, can I?" She giggled thru the line, her red lipstick was on his pillows and bedsheets, not to forget it was everywhere on his face, "And by the way, you left a small souvenir at my place" He grabbed your pink underwear from his bedsheets.

"Just to make sure you would remember me Turner" She was a very cheeky girl, and Alex loved her essence very much, it was something that stomped you off your feet.

"Couldn't forget about you ever... and about that, my mates and I have another gig today at 9, wanna come by?" He asked, a bit nervous because she stayed quiet for a long time.

"Sure," She said with excitement, "I'll see you later Turner"

"See you later, love"

A/N 

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed!.

x

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physical descriptions in the hitcher script

actor c. thomas howell was 18, in the script jim is 20. (I like to split the difference and headcanon him as 19.)

he’s described as having dirty blond hair but howell has dark brown hair, and it’s still long in the film. idk if I’d say he has “rugged good looks” exactly least not in this film. howell is handsome, sure, but not so much in a rugged way. it’s subjective, but he has a sweet/cute look to me especially right the beginning.

he starts off wearing the iconic (imo) black leather jacket, no flannel at all. the red flannel jacket is another thing which makes him softer initially.

the hitcher himself has a radically different physical description. let’s count the differences:

1. described as “gaunt, bony, skeletal” where rutger hauer is quite solid/muscular.

2. wears a black raincoat. in the movie it’s a long gray wool coat.

3. mid-thirties, so slightly younger than the early-40s hauer.

4. closed cropped (maybe buzzcut?) hair where hauer’s is a more typical length short haircut and is long enough to spike a bit.

5. HAS AN ARTIFICIAL VOICE BOX. I mean damn that’s a huge difference. total standout feature to make him extra intimidating but ultimately not necessary at all.

6. black eyes where hauer has the most piercingly pale blue eyes.

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things your muse will notice about mine

what they look like. hard, sharp, and rough. mutt is small (4'7.5") and slightly underweight, but lean and sinewy from extensive travel, rough living, and exercise. despite his size, he’s a hard-worker, insisting on doing manual labor and other chores and tasks; has what could be referred to as farm kid strength. if you know, you know. his arms and legs are long and skinny, a little too skinny, but wiry muscles are built up along their lengths. once in a stable environment, his limbs, face, and stomach will gain a healthy weight, though he remains lean and flat. call it tough meat. narrow shoulders are oft curved inward, usually in a protective manner to make himself smaller and inconspicuous. he holds the most tension in his shoulders. he does tend to straighten up and broaden them, reminding you of a soldier’s posture. he typically stands with his hands in his pockets (jacket or pants) or by his sides.

his face is probably his most noticeable attribute. thin and narrow cheeks absent of any childish fat. his lips are chapped, both from weather exposure and from chewing at them when thoughtful or unsure. he usually has a good number of bruises around his face and body—whether these fights were initiated by him, or whether they came about through self-defence, varies. unruly eyebrows, could be described as almost bushy. dark, richly brown eyes framed by long lashes, with dark circles underneath them. the veins in his eyelids are increasingly pronounced if he’s been sleeping particularly badly. they look dark and smudged, appearing bruised. decently large, as well as usually being sharp and attentive, perceptive. he has an intelligent, yet angry and cagey, gaze. he always looks like he’s thinking, and can often be seen with a thoughtful pinch between his brows. they can sometimes look vacant, a soldier’s thousand yard stare. they’re not sunken into his face, but they don’t protrude noticeably, either.

his sharp facial features are accentuated through his thinness. resting expression is either a small frown, a flinty stare, fixed neutral, or something eerily unreadable. despite all this, you can still tell he’s young. due to these factors and with that in mind, he takes on an almost ageless appearance—some think he’s older than he is, some think he’s younger. his hair is dark brown, usually always messy. not quite bedhead-messy, but plainly unkempt. he gives himself his own haircuts, so the ends can be a little uneven. even in a stable environment, it will be rare catching him with entirely “nice” hair. typically right after he wakes up and wets it to comb into place will it be that way, and it will get mussed/wind-swept throughout the day.

regardless of the historical period, his fashion puts comfort, necessity, and ease-of-movement above all else. jeans (or any other past knee-length pants), dark/neutral colors, hoodies, sweaters, jackets (leather and denim), white tanks acting as undershirts, waffle thermals, henleys, belts, and flannels are staples. he doesn’t like standing out. always wearing a watch. layers everything; likes clothes that are a tad big on him. has he ever had clothes that fit him properly? who knows. his clothes are worn and thrifted/hand-me-down. he will have difficulty letting them go, if the time comes, and even refuses newer clothes to replace his new clothes if he thinks they still have some wear in them. he doesn’t like to wear shorts. not much skin is showing. this is both practicality and self-consciousness.

what they smell like. like outside. it really depends on the last time he was able to take a shower. typically, like a mix of dirt, stale cigarettes, sweat, unwashed clothes, and that smell that comes after handling old metal. sometimes, blood and gunpowder. tends to have lingering street smells on him, depending on how strong they were and how long he was exposed to them. sometimes those are good, sometimes those are bad. (if you want to be cute about it, tell him he smells like a wet dog. because he probably does. a little. though that probably comes from hanging around actual dogs.) if he’s in a more rural area, these smells will be slightly different. when washed, generic soaps, deodorants, and shampoos with plain, clean scents. his clothes should smell nicely freshly-laundered, then, too. being clean and staying that way for a while is a dream of his.

what they taste like. he’ll kill you.

what they sound like. naturally raspy and kinda low, but still distinctly prepubescent. firm, sharp, like a door closing. stern. very deadpan. little wiggle room in how you can read his tone as when he’s speaking. he likes being with others and listening to people talk and hearing their stories, he can and does make friends with anyone, but usually he is quiet and often doesn’t have someone to speak with. prone to short, clipped sentences and monosyllabism. sometimes he goes through periods where he doesn’t want to verbally speak. disuse adds to the hoarseness of his voice. if you can get him going about something, and he’s in the mood/interested, and he likes you (really isn’t hard to do, contrary to popular belief), you could have a nice conversation with him.

as a budding polyglot adapt at adopting different personas for survival reasons, mutt is naturally gifted at mimicking various voices, including their respective accents and dialects. that is, as long as he has had adequate exposure to them for the measure of infiltration necessary to whatever goal he has in mind, which is usually fitting in and avoiding unwanted questions. he has fine pitch control, understands the effects that rate of speech has quite instinctively, and also has finely tuned oral motor control that makes it almost easy for him to glide between strikingly different accents/languages without a hitch. too bad he can only do so much bass. if someone is perceptive enough, they will recognize their—and their social circle’s—body language, accent, and facial expressions being absorbed by him to better fit in. he mimics people as both an overall survival technique and a masking strategy. he won’t drop the façade unless he’s comfortable with you. far as you’re concerned, if you’re hearing him put on an accent/speak another language, he’s always sounded like that. some accents are easier than others, and you will be able to mark him as an outsider/foreigner, but it isn’t usually enough to raise any eyebrows.

what they feel like. his skin is dry and covered in callous and scarring, especially his hands—small with long, slim thief’s fingers, bulked slightly by said callous, though not in an obtrusive way. bony elbows and sharp edges. his feet are equally hard and calloused, and his heels are probably the driest place on his body. inclined to run cool, even in warmer weather, but tends to steady out once inside. collection of miscellaneous scars scattered around due to life on the streets. majority of them have turned pale with time. most noticeable one is on his left cheek. moles dot his body, particularly his arms, though none of them cluster, and they’re typically dark brown. his hair isn’t what you’d call healthy, another side effect of undernourishment, and—not by choice—generally unwashed for extended periods of time. obviously, with access to regular bathing facilities and proper, steady nutrition, this isn’t the case. then, it is soft and quite full.

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Not Your Gwen Stacy pt.4

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Later that night, after spending some time outside, you finally made your way back into your apartment. You reached into your coat pocket, recalling the faint buzz you felt while swinging through the air with Spider-Man. With a shrug, you tossed off your jacket and placed it on the couch. Opening your new messages, you found one from your friend Betty Brant, whom you hadn't spoken to in a while due to her being sent away on business. She was one of your closest friends.

That's why you didn't hesitate to accept her offer to grab some coffee, which is how you ended up in a cozy booth, watching the rain cascade down the window and paying little attention to the passersby. The soft jazz playing in the background complemented the sound of rain hitting the pavement, and the coffee aroma filled you with a warm, nostalgic feeling.

Amidst the ambiance, you heard the tiny jingle of the bell above the door, signaling the arrival of another customer. You shifted your gaze away from the window and toward the source of the sound. In the doorway stood Betty Brant, exuding confidence. Heads turned as she entered the room, and she held her head high as she inhaled the scent of coffee. When her eyes met yours, her lips, stained with a shade of red, curved into a wide smile.

Her stylish bob haircut bounced as she confidently approached you, and you stood up from your seat to greet her with a warm hug. She exuded the fragrance of expensive perfume, and her high heels added a few extra inches to her height. You felt somewhat small compared to her, especially in your colorful windbreaker.

Betty removed her jacket and neatly placed it beside her when she took her seat. "I've missed you so much, Y/N. How have you been? I heard about what happened; are you alright?" Her chin rested in her hands, and her warm brown eyes remained fixed on yours.

You hesitated for a moment before responding, "Uh... Yes, I'm okay. I've just been pretty lonely since you left." Betty let out a sigh and gently grabbed your hands. "Hon, I am so sorry I left on such short notice. You know how Jameson is." She squeezed your hands, wearing an apologetic expression. You reassured her, saying, "It's okay, Betty, really."

Curiosity sparked in Betty's eyes as she asked, "Does this mean you haven't met anyone new?"

You paused briefly, then continued, "Not exactly. Do you know Parker? Peter Parker? He works at the Bugle as a freelance photographer. I hadn't noticed him until we were assigned to work on a page in the New York Times together." You figured that since she had been working at the Daily Bugle longer than you, she might know who he was. Peter Parker still remained a bit of a mystery to you.

“Yeah, I think I know him. He's the scrawny kid with messy hair, right? Hey, he's kinda cute. What else have you guys been doing besides working on this project, huh?" Betty playfully wiggled her eyebrow, catching you off guard.

"Betty! I didn't even know this guy existed until a few days ago," you exclaimed, feeling a bit flustered. You looked down and began to stir your half-empty cup of coffee. "Besides, he's weirded out by me. He gets all shy and distant when I try to talk to him."

Betty leaned in and offered some reassurance, "Maybe he just isn't a people person. He'll come around." Deep down, you hoped she was right. You didn't want this project to be the only thing that kept the two of you connected.

"We'll see," you replied with a hint of uncertainty in your voice.

For the rest of the afternoon, you enjoyed catching up with Betty, sharing stories of what you'd both been up to during her absence. Time seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, the sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the city. Betty had to leave suddenly due to a phone call, and although she offered you a ride back to your apartment, you politely declined. The rain had stopped, and you didn't mind a short walk home.

As you strolled through the darkening streets, you couldn't shake the feeling of being followed. It intensified with the fading light. You pulled out your phone, hoping to distract yourself from the unease. Suddenly, you stopped in your tracks and glanced behind you, but there was no one there. For a moment, you believed you were alone, until a grumbling noise from an adjacent alley told you otherwise. A disheveled homeless man emerged from the shadows, clutching a half-empty beer bottle. He downed the remainder of the bottle and carelessly tossed it, shattering it on the ground nearby.

You swallowed hard, feeling like you were stuck in a clichéd scenario: a homeless drunk guy approaching a girl in a dark alleyway. All that seemed to be missing was Spider-Man swooping in to save the day.

Just as the man was about to say something, he was yanked back into the alleyway with a thud. In his place stood the familiar figure in red and blue.

"We really gotta stop meeting like this," Spider-Man quipped, leaning casually against the brick wall with his arms folded. You rolled your eyes, staring at him for a moment in disbelief. "Maybe if you weren't following me..."

Spider-Man straightened up and dropped his arms to his sides, approaching you with a softer tone. "How did you know I was following you?"

"How else would you have gotten here so quickly?" you retorted.

He paused, chuckling. "I guess you're right."

Unbeknownst to either of you, you had closed the distance between you, and since he was taller, you looked up at him through your eyelashes. At this proximity, Peter could perfectly see the color of your eyes and the small details on your cheeks. The silence was starting to make him nervous, and he wasn't sure if it was because time felt like it was slowing down or the familiar feeling churning in his stomach.

"Can I walk you home?" Spider-Man asked.

"Sure."

"Why were you following me?" You inquired as the two of you began walking down the sidewalk. He let out a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck. "I just wanted to make sure you got home okay."

As you looked up at the now-dark sky, it began to drizzle, and suddenly, this two-block walk felt like a twenty-mile run. "Okay, well, thank you." You finally reached your building after what felt like forever. The rain started to pick up, so you pulled your hood up, even though you knew it wouldn't help much. "For walking me and saving me from that weird drunk guy."

"You're welcome. I don't get much appreciation, so I appreciate you appreciating me." He smiled under his mask but stopped when he realized how silly that sounded. You just laughed and walked up the steps to your building. Before you slipped inside, you whispered, "Night, Spider-Man."

"Night."

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The next few days seemed to drag on for you. Due to the incident that occurred at the Daily Bugle, you had some unexpected time off while they repaired the office. As a bit of a workaholic who liked to keep busy, you decided to use this time to finish up the news column. While you were stuck at home working, you received frequent visits from Spider-Man himself. He chose to visit you rather than stalk you, something you greatly appreciated.

Each time he greeted you with a warm hello or a cheerful good morning, and you started to look forward to his visits. One day, as you sat down at your desk to continue working, someone suddenly slammed a newspaper in front of you. You looked up and saw Betty standing there, her red lips curved into a bright smile.

"Y/N, I read your column, and I just have to say it's beautiful."

"Thank you,"

"But she took a seat on the edge of your desk. 'You know Jameson; he's not gonna let this fly.'" You frowned, reflecting on how Jameson might react to your column. You had considered how he viewed Spider-Man as a menace, but then you thought about how Spider-Man had saved your life more than once, while Jameson had done nothing for you except yell at you and provide a paycheck.

"Well, he didn't tell me what not to write about. He just told me to write about Spider-Man," you explained, glancing at the front page of the paper that advertised your column with one of Peter's pictures.

Betty sighed, expressing her concern. "Yeah, but you're risking your job over some Spider guy, you know that, Y/N? You don't even know this guy."

"Yeah, and you don't know him either," you retorted. She rolled her eyes and got off your desk.

"Don't be so naive," she muttered before walking away. You couldn't help but scoff at her, staring daggers into the back of her head as she headed to the other end of the office and into the break room. Unbeknownst to you, Peter stood just out of view and had heard everything. You only realized he was behind you when he spoke up.

"Morning," Peter's voice was soft and gentle as he greeted you. Your scowl turned into a smile as you turned to face him. "Good morning, Peter." You picked up the newspaper and handed it over to him.

"I wanted you to be the first to read it, but I guess people got to it before you could," you explained. He took the paper and flipped to the page, but before he could start reading, he looked up at you. "Why me of all people?"

"Well, mostly because you are my partner... and I guess the other half is because I wanted your approval. I could care less about anyone else's opinion; yours seems to matter to me the most."

Peter didn't say anything, and his brown eyes scanned your face for any signs of deception. When he didn't find any, he sighed softly.

"Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot," Peter said, pulling up a chair and starting to read the newspaper.

As he read, you noticed his body becoming stiff, and he gripped the paper tightly as if someone were threatening to take it from him. You couldn't read his expression.

"Peter...?" you said almost inaudibly, starting to feel a little scared. You couldn't tell if he liked it or hated it.

“We have to be come greater then what we suffer. My wish for Spider-Man is to become hope people need that hope and if he fails what better way is there to live?”

Those words repeated in Peter's head, but instead of Y/N's voice, it was Gwen's. His eyes welled with tears as his throat tightened, making it hard to swallow. Somehow, Gwen's voice became softer and all too familiar.

"Peter, are you okay?" Y/N asked with genuine concern.

He blinked away his tears and cleared his throat. "Yeah, I'm fine." Peter hid his grim emotions with a smile. "It's really amazing, Y/N. I'm sure Spider-Man would really appreciate this."

You could see the sadness he was trying to hide, and while you weren't sure why he was feeling this way, you respected his privacy. "You're welcome. It means a lot."

As Peter continued reading your column, you couldn't help but wonder what was troubling him, but you decided to let him share it when he was ready.

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