baby's face is flaw free ;~;

anonymous asked:

Oh! If i can get kind of specific, and.. not andriel for once.. (clutches heart i love those boys though) would you be willing to do 34 with jerejean, as like, jeremy introducing jean to the rest of the team maybe?

34: “I’d like to apologize in advance for my crazy family”

He has these serious grey eyes, dull like pebbles blazed by heat. There’s the other stuff too, the broken hitch sideways of his nose, the spidering scars all over, like they’re coming straight from the hurt in his brain. 

Jeremy sees them and tucks his burning questions away for later. There are more important things to notice. Like how Jean has a very pretty mouth, an overfull upper lip that makes him look like he’s perpetually pouting. It matches the frown line that cuts his brow in two.

He’s seen Jean before, for minutes at most, passing ships at Exy banquets, one intense first meeting when Jean was hastily smuggled onto the USC lineup and Jeremy was asked to do some reconnaissance and a cursory meet and greet.

He’d gone to see Jean, carrying a USC sweater he’d stolen from the bin of spares at the court as a peace offering. Jeremy hadn’t been prepared for the single saddest looking person he had ever seen, stripped of the bravado he’d worn at Riko’s side, cut off from some sort of threat but clearly not from the fear. 

Jeremy had pressed the bundle of red and gold into Jean’s hands and Jean had suppressed a jump, worried his torn lip and accepted it gently, gently, as if Jeremy was handing him a bomb for disposal.

Jeremy was nervous, but he fought to scrape the waver from his voice. He’d ignored Jean’s fresh wounds, ignored the look on his face like he was going to get hit or lied to.

They’d spoken briefly about how they’d handle the media, about the superficial scheduling concerns but also the bone-deep concern for Jean’s life that hummed underneath, sickening and obvious. Jeremy was frighteningly aware of the game running adjacent to Exy, always, something deadly eating at their community. The way they were handling Jean’s transfer like it was an illegal exchange of goods, Neil and Kevin in the news with a new bandage every few months, Jean in front of him looking like someone’s make up practice for a horror movie. It was all unmistakable.

And those eyes. He’s worried they’re never going to have anything in them.

They’re on him now, unflinching, and Jean’s less of a twitchy raw wound then he had been that first time the two of them had spoken. Jeremy’s trying to keep his smile pinned up at both sides but he feels like one end keeps sagging. The airport is a streaky spill of reunions and rolled luggage and Jean hoists his single duffle bag and waits for Jeremy to move first.

“How was your flight?” Jeremy asks nervously, trying to steer them out towards the car without getting too close or asking too much.

“How are they usually?”

Jeremy shrugs, offset. “Uhh, I mean. Good or bad is usually the measure. No turbulence and free pudding versus babies and vomit.”

“I don’t like pudding,” Jean says, dead serious, and Jeremy smiles for real.

“Well I like babies, so. It was a flawed example.”

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anonymous asked:

Number 41 from the 50 dialogue prompts pls ! Maybe Evie has a panic attack and Mal is there to comfort her or vice versa? Whatever you feel works best!

Here you go! I hope you like it! I don’t know what I’m in such an angsty mood with my pieces lately, but also I do know because angst is my specialty. It’s soft angst though, so there shouldn’t be any crying. Thank you so much for the prompt :)

41: “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

Warning: Mention of minor/borderline OCD

(This is also posted on my Ao3 account: KHart; The link for the collection it’s in, “Am I Beaten, If I Believe In Us,” is in my bio)

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Delena - When Will Your Faves?

At first, like every other Damon stan, I was fucking crushed at the Season Finale. I literally sobbed last night.

But then I had time to process the episode when I woke up this morning.

And you know what? I fucking loved it.

Here’s why:

Delena have broken up more times than we can count this season.

Delena have called their relationship toxic, said they are bad for each other, said they do not work, said they needed to break up, said their break up sex was a mistake. Damon told Elena to stop loving him.

Despite that, when push came to shove,  in a life and death situation, when shit got fucking real:

They were willing to die together.
They were willing to die for one another.
They told each other they were each other’s future.

They told each other all the things we have known throughout the duration of this series, the things we have hoped for all season, the things we waited for as they continued their angst and continued their break ups, they solidified their undying love for one another and their flawless endgame status.

We got some of the most beautiful, intense Delena scenes we have ever seen and Delena is unequivocally endgame.

Elena would rather die than live without Damon.

Elena insisted in getting in Damon’s Camaro for their last road trip together because either they were both going to come back together or they were both going to die together.

“I know what I signed up for Damon. And I’m all in. What are you waiting for? Drive.” Elena to Damon.

Elena willing to relive the night she died as a human, willing to relive herself drowning, willing to die in an explosion and being burned alive in flames for him.

“Damon. I-“ Elena
“I know.” Damon

Damon knows she loves him. Damon knows they cannot live without each other. Damon knows.

Damon grabbing Elena’s hand and her grabbing his for dear life as the car crashes through the windows and the explosion goes off.

“Do you see a future with me? Cause that’s all I see.” – Elena
“Elena, I’ve seen it since the second I laid eyes on you.” – Damon

I’m sorry but when will your fucking faves be this flawless and flaw free?

Elena refusing to leave The Other Side, even as it was disintegrating and falling apart all around her because she was not leaving without Damon.

The only reason Elena left is because Bonnie forced her to and she demanded to know why Bonnie took her back because she cannot live without Damon.

Damon’s heartfelt, emotional goodbye speech to Elena is one of the most beautiful declarations of love I have ever witnessed in my life.

When he said “I don’t have a choice, baby.”, I literally couldn’t fucking breathe.

He told her that she was the greatest thing that ever happened to him in his 173 years of life. That getting to die knowing he was loved by her, by Elena Gilbert, was the epitome of a fulfilled life.

I literally got chills down my spine right before Damon left as he said, with all his heart and soul, “I love you, Elena.”

Elena’s heart wrenching breakdown, her devastation, her inconsolable sobbing at losing the person she cannot imagine her life without.

When Damon touched Elena’s cheek and caressed her face, she flinched. Even in death, their twin flame bond, their soulmate connection, their love is so strong, that Elena could still feel his aura all around her, even though she shouldn’t have been able to feel him at all, she could because that is how strong and intense their love and connection is, it is a love that will never die, it is a love that will survive anything, even death.

“We’ll survive. We always survive.”

insecure - ashton irwin

request: Ashton comforts you when you’re insecure ?

When Ashton burst through the door with handfuls of grocery bags, he thought that it was irregular for the apartment to be completely quiet. Deciding to investigate, he soon discovered you buried under the sheets in your bedroom with tears dampening your face. He immediately frowned in worry, crawling across the bed and urging you to sit up so that you could talk.

As soon as he caught sight of your face he knew that something was really bothering you. Your entire appearance was wrecked, your hair a mess and your face streaked with tears. Ashton reached out, swiping his thumbs under your eyes and intertwining your fingers.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he softly asked, his thumb caressing your skin in an effort to calm you down. You began crying again, your body heaving as you leaned forward and buried your face in the curvature of his neck. Ashton pulled you out of bed and you clung onto him, wrapping your arms and legs around him as his hands smoothed over your spine. You slung your arms tighter around his neck, squeezing your eyes shut before you mustered up the courage to talk.

“I’m just feeling particularly down about myself today, Ash,” you stuttered out, leaning back and wiping your face with the heel of your hand. Ashton’s eyes flashed with concern as he looked you over. “As soon as I woke up I knew it was going to be one of those days. And then I got up and looked in the mirror and just broke down and got back into bed.”

He nodded in understanding and tugged you forward, closing the gap between the both of you and moving his lips against yours. Breaking away, his eyes flickered up to meet yours as a smile tugged on his lips. “Accept your flaws, baby. I personally don’t see any flaws on you but I know that you see them. There’s nobody that’s absolutely perfect and free from any flaws, so why do you feel the need to be?”

“I want to be good enough for you,” you instantly replied, reaching up and tucking your hair behind your ear with a sniffle. “I’m hard on myself to be good for you, Ashton.” Ashton frowned in response and began shaking his head, instantly denying it.

“Hey! You don’t need to be perfect for me, baby girl,” he mumbled, brushing your hair out of your eyes so that he could look over your face. “I love you just the way you are.” Your vulnerability was absolutely beautiful to him, even more beautiful to see the tears stained on your cheeks and your eyes puffy and tinted red. Slowly, you began nodding.

You shifted forward again, hugging him around his neck for making you feel better than you were just two minutes before.  "Thank you for doing this, Ashton. I really appreciate you.“ He smiled, enveloping his arms around you and burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

His lips gently connected there, instantly making you sigh in relief and tilt your neck to the side. “Don’t thank me. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.” You nodded and tightened your grip around him, resting your cheek on his shoulder with a content hum.

“Always,” Ashton mumbled to himself, curling his fingers in your hair as he pressed his body firmly against yours. There was no denying that you loved each other a lot already, but it seemed as if that moment brought you even closer.