One of the worst parts of Project Runway, in my opinion, is when they work with “plus size” models (even ones who aren’t actually that big- say, size 8 or so) and complain about how the model’s bodies are so awful, problematic, and inconvenient for them.
Sorry to have to tell you this, but if you only know how to dress for one very specific, and quite frankly rare, type of body, you suck at fashion design.
There are millions of types of bodies out there. If you want to design clothes, you should be able to design for a variety of people, not just extra-skinny, super tall women with no boobs.
Short women, fat women, curvy women, big busted women, women of unique or uneven proportions, women of all shapes and sizes, deserve to feel attractive too. They deserve nice clothes too.
And if you can’t figure out how to design for someone who isn’t a model, the problem isn’t her body. It’s you.
Sewing is not an easy thing and I have to give props to people who can. I understand it’s a challenge and I do think it takes a lot of skill and talent to do what these people do.
But you know what? Hard or not, they could learn how to design for bigger bodies if they wanted. They have the skill, the time, the money. Instead, they just attack women for their bodies and make people feel bad for their size.
Most of these people have had training. They’ve had time to practice, to work with different kinds of women, to style different types of bodies. Many just flat-out refuse. Fashion designers need to be held accountable for that; they need to know how what they are doing hurts people, how it affects people, how it makes women feel and what it makes them do to their bodies. The pressure to change your body to fit your clothes is huge, but it’s really your clothes that should fit your body. Designers really don’t get that, and that’s a problem.
Listen. Plus-sized women, fat women, curvy women… they aren’t inferior. They aren’t flawed or broken or lesser than thin women. They aren’t “wrong bodied” or “problem sized.” They’re just normal people and they don’t deserve to be treated like issues just because they don’t look like a dress form. So instead of complaining that it’s “too hard” to work with a fatter model, how about you actually fucking try? And if you can’t do it, you don’t deserve to be on Project Runway.
Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Sebastian Stan x Reader)
A/N: I honestly have no idea what this is because I wrote in just now. I figured what the heck right haha (: also I had to rush because of my Lima bean attention span. I may or may not make this into another series (; I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! -Delilah ❤
Warnings: Flirting. Online relationships. Age gaps. Teasing.
could you do msr cuddling for comfort pls? (7 from prompt list)
Set immediately after “Paper Clip”.
“You don’t have
to stay here with me, Mulder. I’m fine.” The words feel heavy on her
tongue; just as heavy as his arms around her shoulder. She wants to push him
away from her and she wants to cling to him here in the sterile hospital room
that’s void of her sister’s presence.
“You need to go
home, Scully. Where is your mother? I thought maybe you could stay with her for
a while.” Disappointment bubbles up inside of her. She can’t recall the
last time Melissa smiled at her, made fun of her. The only picture in her head
right now is not of her sister. It’s her mother blinking away angry tears. ‘I
need some time alone, Dana’, and all she could do was watch her mother shoulder
her purse and leave her other daughter, the one who was still alive, here in
the dead room. She had not been there when her sister, her mother, all her family
had needed her most. Her punishment now is her solitude; the one she used to
fight for all through her childhood.
home,” she tells Mulder evenly, not allowing her emotions outside,
“She wanted to be alone.” Right now, Scully imagines, she’s calling
her brothers and giving them the news. There’ll be unspoken allegations and
questions; Dana’s fault, she can almost hear Bill’s voice in her head. Is this
about Dana? Charlie might ask, never jumping to conclusions head first, always
ready to give his big sister the benefit of a doubt. This time, though… she
doesn’t deserve it. The bullet had been aimed at her and she feels it almost, pain
spreading in her abdomen, but someone else had taken it for her. Her sister.
“Let me take you
home then,” Mulder’s voice is gentle, yet persistent, “You shouldn’t
be here.” He’s wrong, of course. She should be here. It should have been
her. Were Melissa here, she would laugh at her. Things happen for a reason,
Danes. This crime, though, there is no reason for it. No sense in it. It should
have been her, not Melissa. Scully turns to Mulder, her vision slightly blurry.
Mulder. You go home. These last few days haven’t been easy for you
either.” He shakes his head and she feels it more than she sees it.
“I’m not leaving
here without you. Come on.” he says but Scully remains frozen, her eyes
fixated on the empty hospital bed; she can’t believe Melissa has been here and
is gone now. A world without her seems implausible.
“I can’t go home,
Mulder.” Her voice is barely above whisper and when Mulder doesn’t react,
she fears he didn’t hear her. Then his hand is on her shoulder, strong and
“You can stay
with me. Just let’s get out of here, all right?” She can’t. She just
can’t. “Please.” He adds, his voice almost breaking and finally she
The drive to his
apartment is quiet. She doesn’t have any clothes with her, no overnight bag,
nothing. He asks if she wants to take a shower and she shakes her head no, but
changes her mind and gives him a nod instead. Mulder rummages through his
drawers and finally comes up with a faded T-Shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
almost fit.” His smile is warm, gentle, and she mouths a thank you as she
takes the clothes from him. They smell clean and faintly of him. She locks
herself in his bathroom, takes off all her clothes and crumples them up. She
throws them into a corner knowing she’ll never wear them again.
When she emerges
twenty minutes later, Mulder is making up his couch. He gives her an apologetic
look and continues trying to make the couch as comfortable as possible.
“Where will you
sleep?” Scully asks him. She’s seen his bedroom or rather the room where
his bed should be.
about me. I’m sorry I don’t have a real bed for you.”
“Mulder, you need
to sleep, too.”
“Nah, I’ll be
fine. Really, Scully. Don’t worry about me.” How can she not worry about
him? His face shows exhaustion and something she interprets as sorrow. A look
he reserves for his sister usually. This time she knows it’s for her sister,
for Melissa. She doesn’t know what passed between these two when she was in the
hospital, grasping for her own life. Melissa had merely smiled when she’d asked
about it and Mulder? He hadn’t said anything except that he couldn’t believe
she and Melissa were sisters.
His voice jolts her back to reality; a reality where she can’t ask her sister
for advice, ask her to comfort her, be there for her in return. Tears constrict
her throat and Scully refuses to let them fall. It might be easy for Mulder to
show her this side of him; this vulnerable man, who is not invincible, who
doesn’t know how to handle things and dives in first. A man who sleeps on the
couch, lulled to sleep by the sound of fish swimming in a darkness illuminated
by their tank, hoping his demons won’t find them in the faint light.
“Mulder, I want
you to – could you stay here with me?” His surprised expression soon gives
way to an uncertain smile.
he clears his throat, “If that’s what you want.” Scully nods and sits
down on the couch. It feels soft and surprisingly right. She stares up at
Mulder, who switches off the lights before he carefully lies down behind her.
Scully, still in her upright position, feels him there; his warmth a comfort
she is not ready to allow herself just yet.
“Just try to
sleep, Scully.” But she is afraid to close her eyes. She is afraid that
her demons might find her here in this strange apartment. Mulder’s hand comes
up to touch her back. When she doesn’t stop him, he begins to gently draw
“It’ll be all
right, Scully. I promise. I’ll be here.” Just as a test, she closes her
eyes. Soothing darkness, nothing else. Opening her eyes again, she draws up her
legs and lies down. Their bodies barely touch and it’s not enough. Scully
scoots back until her back is to his chest. She feels him startle and recover
quickly. His arm tentatively comes up and lands on her hip. Scully feels the
question in the air; is this all right? She takes his arm, warm and strong, and
puts it fully around her. She clasps his hand, whispers a kiss against it, and
blinking a few times, she finally closes her eyes for real. Mulder breathes
against her neck, the steady rhythm a gentle lullaby.
Scully,” he whispers against her, “I’ll keep you safe.” And she
trusts him, lets herself fall. When she wakes up hours later, a nightmare or
maybe just a memory, he tightens his arm around her, leaves a kiss on her neck
that they’ll never speak about again and promises her to make it all better.
Yoongi couldn’t sleep. The woman he thought he loved was asleep next to him, her thighs stained with semen – his and Taehyung’s – which had dripped out of her well used pussy. Yoongi had told her to go take a shower to clean up, but she had refused because she was too afraid to leave his side for even a moment. She thought Yoongi would disappear if she wasn’t holding on to him.
Now that she was asleep, Yoongi slipped quietly out of her arms and sat in a chair, just looking at her and thinking about the events of that night.
Yoongi knew he had been aloof and indifferent to her and that it was his fault they had started fighting to begin with. He had ruined several previous relationships by retreating into his work when things weren’t going smoothly. He wanted to be different and be the kind of boyfriend who talked through problems, but old habits die hard.
He loved her more than anyone else he had ever been with.
Notes: Hi all! Sorry that I’ve been MIA, but I found some muse to write a Reggie Mantle one shot. I’ve been trying to do a new Eric Coulter imagine but I’ve came up short or I didn’t like it. But I’m still trying! Anyway, I hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated! Y/N- Your name H/C- Hair color E/C- Eye Color
He found himself watching her from where he stood. She laughed at the guys that surrounded her, but every so often her eyes would drift to him. He grinned to himself when he remembered that she belonged to him, just like he belonged to her. With a deep feeling of satisfaction, she broke away from the crowd of men walking gracefully towards him.
“Reggie,” she smiled up at him, managing to take his breath away. “Babe, I’m tired. I think I’m going to head home.”
No matter how sappy it seemed to his teammates, he pulled her closer not wanting her to leave. “Just a little longer baby girl and I’ll drive you home or you can come stay the night with me.”
Reggie watched her bite her lip softly, before looking up at him from her long lashes. “I don’t have any clothes.”
“I have some for you,” He grinned leaning down to whisper in her ear, “or you can just sleep without them.”
She huffed pushing him back, swatting at him playfully. “Just for that Mantle, I’m going to go home.”
He pulled her back, lifting her over his shoulder. “Oh no you don’t.”
“Reggie!” Her fists hit his back, when he tapped her butt grinning on how firm it was. “Put me down!”
Reggie paid her no mind, instead he turned to his teammates nodding his head to them and walking out with Y/N still on his shoulder. Once he was at his car, he set her down brushing his fingertips against her soft pink cheek. She swatted his hand away, a small pout forming on her lips. He found himself leaning forward, his intent to make her full lips swollen, instead she put her hand over his mouth shaking her head lightly.
“Baby girl…” he whined lowly, but instead of the reaction he was hoping for he received a curt ‘no’. Reggie rolled his eyes, opening the door for her. She grinned and internally he fist bumped the sky because he knew how much she liked it when he held the doors open for her. Y/N got in quickly while he jogged around the car, heaving his big figure into the car. He looked over seeing her wrapping herself in his jacket, before moving so that she was pressed into his side.
Reggie swallowed hard, trying to contain himself. Even though she was in a black shirt and his old pajama pants, he wanted to hold her down and never leave the house. There was something about the way she looked in his clothes. It wasn’t sexy lingerie that he had seen his past exes wear, but somehow she made something so undesirable, desirable.
He stood from his place on the bed, walking over to her in three strides. He grinned widely when he saw her blush at his naked chest. “I can put a shirt on Y/N, if you feel uncomfortable.”
“No,” She stuttered and his grin turned into a loving smile. His hands reached out on their own accord, grasping her cheeks into his hands and leaning down to give her a soft kiss. She sighed softly, before she pushed herself closer to him and her hands moving to rest against his torso. Even with something so simple as a touch, it sent waves of electricity running through his body. She pulled back to catch her breath and looked up at him, grinning shyly. “Can we lay down?”
Without a second thought her pulled her towards the bed, laying down first. He held his arms opened ready to hold her against him and not let go. Y/N grinned moving quickly, pushing herself into him resting her head over his heart.
Reggie held her tightly, running his fingers along her back. “Y/N?”
“Mhm,” She mumbled tiredly, tracing patterns into his chest.
Reggie paused, unsure if he wanted to tell her the three big words that were on the tip of his tongue. The past six months were absolute bliss for him, she made him feel fireworks every time she brushed against him. Just the mere thought of her being away from him or leaving him, sent waves of sadness rushing throughout his body. He pulled her impossibly closer, inhaling the scent of cinnamon. “Baby, are you still awake?”
It was quiet for a moment and he thought she fell asleep, but she moved so that she could look up at him. “I’m still awake,” She yawned, sending a small smile.
He smiled back, stroking her cheek. “Are you going to be able to go to the game this week or-”
“I’ll be there to cheer you on. Same seat I’m always in,” Y/N soothed, starting to trace shapes into his chest. “Are you still worried about Archie?”
Reggie rolled his eyes, the last thing he wanted to talk about was Andrews. “Why would I be worried about someone as talentless as him?”
She rolled her eyes back at him, moving away so she was sitting up to look down at him. Y/N moved again so that she was straddling his stomach. “Don’t forget who you are talking too Reggie. I’m not going to judge you. I know you’re an amazing football player and Archie couldn’t rival with you.”
He moved quickly sitting up so that his chest was pressed against her’s. He wrapped his arms around her pressing his forehead to her’s. She leaned back pressing a kiss on the tip of his nose. “What does he have that I don’t?”
“Not a damn thing Mantle. You work your ass off with your training and if your coach doesn’t see that, then he’s blind. I know someone will see it,” Y/N grasped his chin so he was staring at her. “You’re amazing and don’t think otherwise.”
He tangled his fingers in her H/C hair, crashing his lips to hers. He relished in her soft lips and how her fingers slid through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Reggie tried to pull her closer to him, but he realized that she was already pushed up against him.
Y/N pulled back her eyes were still closed and her lips were beautifully swollen from his kiss. Pride surged through him when he realized he was the only one that could see her like this, right there in front of him dressed in his clothes and her lips parted in bliss.
“I love you Y/N,” He whispered, pushing her hair away from her face.
Reggie watched in fear when her eyes widened. She blinked a few times before a bright smile was directed at him. “I love you too Reggie.”
Y/N moved closer putting her arms over his shoulders, burying her face into his neck. He grinned when he felt her yawn into his shoulder. He moved them so that they were laying down on the bed, “you do realize I’m not letting you go, now that you admitted your love for me.”
“Good and don’t worry, I won’t tell Moose about your soft spot for me. I don’t want him to get jealous,” She giggled pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Bellamy topped off her travel mug and then poured the rest of the coffee into his own. “I’ll be there right after Debate practice ends,” he promised and kissed her cheek. “I’ll hope for nothing more exciting for you than a couple of broken bones.”
Clarke laughed and fished her car keys out of the bowl. “Fingers crossed,” she said, and then with another chaste kiss she was out the door.
It was a day like any other— mundane and uneventful, but comfortable. Jasper’s birthday party at the restaurant, followed by Clarke falling asleep nestled in his arms. The next day was much the same, and the next, and the next. Bellamy couldn’t remember ever feeling so happy or so safe, so content to simply wake up each morning next to her and fall asleep with her each night.
He was leaving work when his phone beeped with a voicemail. He pressed it to his ear and was rewarded with a burst of static and Clarke’s voice, muffled as if from a great distance. “Three years…” she said faintly. The message went on, just disjointed bursts of words. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it, and when he got home Clarke shrugged.
“Must have been a glitch; an old one popping back up. Maybe from our three year anniversary?” she said, and he didn’t have a better explanation, so he nodded and pulled her to him for a long, languid kiss.
He was happy.
A problem with his phone was nothing.
Three days later— or maybe a week, it was hard to remember, exactly— he got another strange voicemail. More static, more jumbles of words and phrases that made no sense. “Madi…the bunker…rubble…home.” Clarke seemed more puzzled by this one, but when she pronounced his phone haunted he couldn’t help but laugh. She laughed into his mouth and then her hand found his cock and he forgot all about cryptic messages and a phone that needed to be replaced.
The third message was harder to ignore. Clarke sounded upset, like she’d been crying. “Five years,” she kept saying, over and over again. “Five years,” and “you said you’d come back.”
Clarke didn’t even look up from the pot of spaghetti. “Just get a new one. Clearly that one’s broken,” she said.
“Pay no attention to it.” A brunette he had never seen before appeared in the corner of the kitchen, her head tilted and her hands clasped in front of her.
Bellamy jumped. “Who the fuck are you?” he said, but when Clarke looked up, she’d disappeared.
“What’s wrong?” Clarke asked, concern written all over her face.
“Didn’t you see her?”
“That woman. The woman who—” Clarke silenced him with a kiss and pulled his forehead down to rest on hers.
“I think we need a vacation,” she said, running her hands up and down his arms. “You’re stressed.”
Bellamy breathed her in and nodded, so relieved to have her in his arms he decided he didn’t care he was hallucinating.
Clarke on the beach was a sight to behold. She loved the sun and the water and he loved the way she looked in her blue bikini, sunglasses pushed up into her hair while she laughed. The sand stuck to his back and she leaned down to kiss him, her hair falling around them like a curtain. She smelled like salt and sand and sex, and his hands roamed her body because it was just the two of them and the waves. There no one else to worry about, no wars to win, no battles to fight.
Static blared in his ear. “…if you’re alive…2,199 days…praimfaiya…” Bellamy slammed on his brakes. The brunette was back, sitting calmy in the passenger seat and completely unperturbed by the fact that she’d appeared out of thin air. The last thing he remembered was the beach, Clarke’s lips on his and her body wrapped around him desperately. But now he was driving to work, cars behind him honking frantically.
“Pay no attention to that,” the woman said calmly. Bellamy stared at her and she stared back, unblinking. There was something familiar about her movements and the robotic way she spoke, but he was sure he had never seen her before that moment in the kitchen. It called to mind Raven, somehow, but Raven Reyes was fierce and warm, not cold and calculating.
The honking grew to a crescendo and he started driving again, stealing looks at the unnaturally still woman in his car. “Who are you?”
“I’m no one, Bellamy,” she said in what was clearly supposed to be a soothing voice.
More static. “Where is that coming from?” he asked. He missed a turn to to the school and then suddenly realized he hadn’t— it was two blocks away, just like always.
“It’s nothing,” she replied. “Just a relic of the past.”
“…safe for you to come back for over a year now. Why haven’t you?” Clarke asked, her voice loud in his ear. Bellamy jerked the wheel and his car went up over the curb, slamming into a tree. Suddenly new memories flooded him, of driving through ash in a hazmat suit; of Clarke smiling weakly at him; of crashing into a tree and a fierce fight with arrows and fists.
None of it made sense, but then all of it did.
The dropship. The grounders. Mount Weather. A hug so tight he thought his heart would break, and then more pain, more heartbreak, more battles and scars and wars. A wave of radiation sweeping inexorably towards them all. Clarke was beside him for all of it, until she wasn’t.
“I still have hope,” Clarke said, and the world around Bellamy melted away.
Metal walls replaced trees and sun, silence replaced the rumble of cars and chatter of children walking to school. An engine hummed and Bellamy sat up, back on the Ark. Clarke’s voice sounded from the radio, clear and steady and alive. “The rest of the world basically sucks,” she said, and Bellamy’s lips curved into a grin in spite of everything.
He blinked and was back in his car, the engine smoking and the brunette sitting placidly next to him. The sun poured in, impossibly bright, and she tilted her head curiously. “Leave it,” she ordered him. “This is better.”
Bellamy felt like he was swimming through quicksand. The world kept flickering back and forth— metal and silence and space, sunshine and cacophony and earth, one into another. The only constant was her.
That was who it had to be. And that was why he didn’t recognize her but remembered her mannerisms. He had seen them before, but from Raven that day at Niylah’s. “Clarke’s alive?” he asked ALIE.
The ark solidified around him once again and he touched his cheek, finding it full of stubble. ALIE clasped her hands. “She is. But likely not for long. The odds of surviving are—”
Bellamy ran for the radio but the world shifted and he was back on the ground in a life he had imagined but never really lived. He was in the bedroom he shared with Clarke, her clothes strewn across the floor and her scent lingering like she had just left the room.
He rounded on ALIE. “Let me go,” he demanded.
“It’s better here,” ALIE said instead. “I can make you happy. No more fear, no more loss.”
“Clarke. is. alive,” he growled. “What did you do? How did you do this?”
She waved her hand. “I was locked up here for months before you came. Re-engineering the algae farms with my code was child’s play.”
“Let me go,” he ordered again. “Clarke’s down there. I can’t—”
“You can’t ever have the life you want down there,” ALIE countered. They were back on the ark, the earth hanging just outside the window. “Stay here, and you can. Stay here, and you can live in peace with Clarke by your side. That’s what you want, isn’t it? If you go down, she could already be dead before you arrive. Could die the next day. You could die in the attempt. The outcomes are poor, no matter what. But I can offer you happiness, Bellamy Blake. Happiness, and Clarke.”
A lever appeared before him. It was identical to the lever in Mount Weather, the lever that made him into a monster. A sick joke, he figured, and set his jaw. ALIE looked at the lever and something like fear flashed behind her eyes. “I pull this, you disappear, right?” he asked.
“I do. And so does that life. You were happy there, Bellamy. Let me make you happy.”
Bellamy looked out at the ground. Clarke was there, waiting for him, but ALIE was right— she might not make it until he could get back. He might not make it back. And even if they both survived, there was no guarantee of happiness or peace. It was uncertainty and pain, and the life he had in the City of Light was predictable and comfortable. It was easy in a way Bellamy’s life had never been and never would be, if he pulled the lever. His heart yearned for that life, for the peace he found with Clarke. He reached out but his hand wavered, remembering how good it felt to fall asleep, safe by her side.
“Nevermind, I see you,” Clarke said. The hope in her voice wrapped around his heart, reminding him of who he was and what he wanted.
Warnings: None really. If you’re afraid of the ocean, maybe don’t read it. x
Request: I know you just made a Logan Paul writing, but I was hoping you could do another one with him playing a prank on you. Like what he did to Ayla. Anonymous A/N It’s been a while since I received this request and I’m not sure what prank you mean - let’s face it, there’s a lot of them. But I tried making it fun. Also, how do you spell Brennan name? Is it like that or am I far off?
“Logan, are you kidding me?” you yell looking down at your suitcase. It’s your first day in Hawaii and you promised the other to teach them how to surf considering you grew up right next to the beach back in California. You’ve been surfing your whole life. But that doesn’t seem possible because your clothes are not in your suitcase. Instead, there are million of merch clothes. You’re all for being a Maverick but a girl needs her clothes.
“Don’t you like the present? It’s a lifetime’s worth of Logan Paul merch,” he laughs high fiving Evan.
“Does this mean I have no clothes of my own?” you ask a bit annoyed. Not the ideal way to start off your vacation. Logan puts his arms around and you involuntarily smile. You can never stay angry with Logan.
“Your clothes are in my suitcase. I switch it before we left,” he whispers in your ear and you visibly relax.
“Will you still teach me to surf?” he asks holding up the camera. You nod getting out Logan’s suitcase and changing into your bikini. It doesn’t take long to find a place that rents out surfboards so you start teaching them. Brennan is surprisingly good but Logan is about as elegant as a sea turtle.
“I think it’s time to go in the water,” you say with a smile. The three boys head out but Chloe stays on the beach.
“I think I’ll just watch,” she says getting ready to get a nice tan. You smile before running into the water. Brennan is already surfing though a little shaky. Logan is trying to get onto the board but you don’t spot Evan.
“Logan, where’s Evan?” you ask paddling around with your arms while you lay on the board. You’re starting to get worried because these are some big waves and you need to know what you’re doing when you’re surfing in them.
“He was here a second ago,” Logan replies looking around. This is when you start panicking.
“Evan!” you call out. He’s like your brother and you’d never forgive yourself if anything happened to him. You call his name again but there’s no response. You dive trying to spot him but you can’t see him.
“Logan, what the hell?” you say annoyed that he’s not as concerned as you. Suddenly Logan starts laughing and you kick off.
“He’s your best friend, Logan. Why are you finding this funny?” you cry out and then Evan pops out of the water next to you. All the boys are laughing loudly as you realise that this is a prank.
“Are you joking?” you say looking around at the three of them, “I’m starting to get Chloe more and more.” You pout as Logan puts his arms around you. He’s so tall the water doesn’t even reach his chest.
A surprisingly tough leader. Because of her small stature and ethereal beauty, rival packs think she’s weak. But they’re wrong, very wrong. To her pack, she is childish and kind but to enemies, she’s ruthless and brutal. Her pack is one of the longest standing, as most dissolve or end in bloodshed. Not hers though, which stayed strong, thanks to her leadership.
Although she is a natural leader, there are things she’s done, that she’s seen, that have damaged her. So she likes to be alone sometimes, or keeps her feelings to herself.
On one of her times to wander off alone and think, she encounters you. An Omega. And you’re offered a place in her pack, but it takes months before anyone considers you family. They were very close knit so you almost consider leaving yet they were never rude or mean, just reserved around you. So you persevered and eventually earned their trust.
Taeyeon took even longer than the others but eventually she trusted and adored you.
She started talking to you even more than her right hand, Tiffany. And the others could see the romance blossoming.
Her sometimes child-like personality makes you protective of her. So when a foreign pack attacks, you fight to protect her until you can fight no more.
That’s when she realizes she loves you.
“Idiot,, I’m supposed to protect you not the other way around. But thank you,” she smiles, promising to nurse you back to health. Which she does, staying by your side almost constantly. She takes this time to confess and by the time you’re healed, you and her are dating.
((”Damn it,” Hyoyeon hisses, shoving green bills into Yuri’s triumphant hand. “I really thought our Alpha would end up with Tiffany. We made this bet years ago, how was I supposed to know about (Y/N)’s arrival?!” “Don’t be salty, just ‘cause you lost haha!”))
Was once a part of a pack but decided that in order to continue growing, she had to leave. She became an Omega by choice, an odd decision as it makes her more vulnerable but she feels happy and free so even if her former pack don’t say it, they’re glad she’s doing well.
She travels and survives alone, always moving, never staying in the same place.
She accidentally comes too close to a different pack and that just so happened to be your pack.
Any stranger could mean danger so you confronted her and instead of being a threat, she was warm and beautiful and funny and you found yourself asking “Do you want to join my pack? I won’t give you rules, you can feel free to live your life. But at least as a Beta, you’ll be stronger.”
So she joins your pack and goes off for days at a time sometimes, just exploring, having fun. But she always comes back, with food or clothes or just something for the pack.
Everyone grows to adore her and you more than the rest.
Jessica’s aware of this, and returns your feelings. You both casually date but it’s nothing serious, nothing that has a label. But it doesn’t need a label.
You’re both free to live but your hearts belong to each other.
She’s such a warm, friendly wolf that she has connections all across the globe, with all kinds of people. While meeting up with her human source, she caught you listening in (And who could blame you when you saw a hot girl in a shady alley with some guy! What if she was in trouble?!) and couldn’t allow you to leave, in case you spilled the beans on shape-shifters.
But she can’t bring herslef to kill you either.
Instead, she brings you back to the pack with her and you’re assigned with small, menial tasks at first. But as the urge to leave lessens and the packs fondness for you grows, they start giving you bigger tasks.
One was to meet up with a vampire informant but it was a trap. She set you up and planned to hold you hostage. Luckily for you, Sunny would trail you secretly, to ensure your safety and she intervened, saving you.
You wanted to pay her pack and the only thing you could think to do was buy her a drink. This was the start of a close bond that turned romantic, the kind that vampire, human or werewolf alike could not break.
The second in command. Newbies to the pack all thought her and the Alpha Taeyeon were together until they seen Tiffany with you. That’s when they know the truth.
When you joined the pack, were little and weak.
Tiffany’s caring nature made her tend to you, fuss about you, as if you were a child. She feeds you good food and trains with you, until you build your strength up to become a powerful Beta.
You know you owe her your life, since that strength has kept you alive in battles. And the time together created a strong bond.
Taeyeon wanted you together more than anyone, loving how Tiffany would light up around you, how happier and more brightly she smiled. It was her that ensured you would end up together.
And together you’re the packs parents, always looking out for everyone.
So while, yes, Tiffany is close to Taeyeon and newbies may think they’re together. Everyone can sense the bond she has towards you, the true love that smolders, so it doesn’t take them long to figure it out.
Plays an active role in the pack, scouting Omega’s to join them and training the weaker wolves into fighting machines, teaching them how to use their wolf senses.
You were new, turned by being bitten, so these heightened senses were especially strange to you. She felt bad, seeing you struggle to fit in with the other born wolves.
She gives you extra attention, spends extra time to help you train, which doesn’t go unnoticed. A rumour spreads that she has a crush which she scoffs at, at first.
She’s got a job to do, no time to waste on romance.
Until you ask her on a date, when you treat her like a Queen and she thinks ‘Maybe a relationship wouldn’t be so bad?’
It’s her that makes the move to make you two official and the rest is history.
Although she’s not officially a pack leader, she still holds a lot of power in the ranks. She’s one of the longest standing pack members, with natural leader skills and intelligence, strength and kindness.
If Taeyeon is busy and Tiffany can’t do the job, Yuri stands in.
She’s tasked with leading a mission, to attack a neighbouring pack. Which is how she meets you.
You’re the runt, the weakest of the pack and she takes pity. She offers to let you join her pack and with your own one gone, you decided to take up her offer.
She finds herself drawn to you, always checking up on you, asking others how you were getting on, slipping you extra meat or bread if you looked hungry.
And you repay her too, with pretty flowers and trinkets you find while hunting.
She’s too busy for an official relationship, but she’s happy for now with occasional kisses in corners and sharing meals. Or falling asleep alone only to wake up in your warm embrace.
Yet another member with leadership skills. There’s a reason their pack has been around so long and that’s due to the strength of the individual members.
She had always been impressed by you. You were their informant, spending more time out of the pack than with them, to travel around and gather information.
And you always got the information they wanted.
There’s sexual tension between you, the kind that Hyoyeon jokes she can “cut with a human knife.”
And there’s feelings too. You care for her, more than words can say. And she admits that her thoughts are filled with you, always.
But with you being gone a lot, and her being so busy, a serious relationship isn’t possible.
You’re faithful to each other and spend time together when you can. You know she’ll be your bride someday, when you’re around more, but for now, this is how life will be.
She immediately caught your eye.
You were the Alpha of a neighbouring pack, that teamed up with Taeyeon to trade information, goods and help one another in battles.
Yoona was often tasked with bringing the trading goods to you, from food to medicine to blankets. She would tell you things too, warn you about a rogue vampire her pack had spotted or war between distant packs.
One day, she spent too much time with you. You were caught up in conversation, drinking tea and laughing, when she realized it was dark.
“Stay here?” you offered. “It’s safer than walking alone.”
She wasn’t stupid. Yoona was another high ranking pack member, with a more subtle leadership style and a warm heart. But sharp intelligence too. As a strong wolf, she would be able to return safely with no issue. She knew you were making a move on her, by asking her to stay.
“Of course,” she agrees, smiling softly. “In your room?”
“Of course,” you smile back.
When she didn’t return that night, none of the girls were worried. They celebrated instead, sharing a bottle of wine; “Our Yoona’s growing up!!!!”
Despite being turned young, she had been mature from the very beginning. She learned to control her shifts quicker than any other wolf.
She’s so focused on the pack and on improving her skills and getting tasks done well,, that every other wolf assumed she would die alone.
And she thought so too, because she had no interest in romance. Her attention was always on work.
Until she met you.
You were new to the pack and immediately charmed by her. There was something entrancing about her serious nature, her beautiful smiles and her hard working ethic.
You knew you couldn’t get her out of your mind, you knew she had to be yours.
After weeks of chasing her, she finally gives in to “One date, that’s it! I’m too busy to waste time like this!”
Except the date goes well and as you pamper and adore her, she finds that maybe a romance wouldn’t be so bad .. maybe she can work and have a love life.
Synopsis: A language barrier can be easily overcome if you truly love, but what about seas, prejudice, cultural differences, family views, and fame? Maybe this was never meant to be. He never meant to be the one who led you to your downfall.
Warnings: Relationship abuse, Vulgar language
Genre: Social commentary, Romance
Word Count: 4129
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
The only reason why you ever agreed to come to Korea with your friends was because they had promised to go to Bryson Tiller’s next concert in LA with you. It was fine really. Your plane ticket? Paid. Hotel room? Paid. Room service? Paid. Transportation? Paid. Food and water? Paid by your sugar daddy.
“I still can’t believe you have a sugar daddy.” Your friend, Jake, whispered to you as everyone loaded into the taxi that was taking you all to the hotel.
“Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me to pay for college?” You shot back at him in a low voice. Maryann, another friend, looked at you two quickly before the taxi driver told her something in Korean.
“That doesn’t mean you should prostitute yourself, you know.”
“I’m a sugar baby, not a prostitute.” He rolled his eyes as he began to load his luggage into the truck.
“It’s not different.”
“Yes it is.” You were incredibly angry at Jake for his ignorance. “I simply go on dates with the man, hear about his day. We don’t have sex. That isn’t what sugar babies do.” Jake scoffed as he began to place your luggage on top his his and in between Maryann’s.
“Lots of them have sex with their sugar daddy. It’s only a matter of time before you do as well.” Jake could never fully respect what you ever did.
You were triple majoring, it was a lot of money. You had fucked up in high school and ended in community college but transferred out at the end of the first year because you were constantly on your counselor about taking extra classes to leave early. This determination landed you at Stanford. But it was expensive, you did not receive a full ride even though you clearly deserved it. Working helped but it was difficult with your tight school schedule. So you did what your older friends did; get a sugar daddy. Ray was sweet, and you had told him you weren’t going to have sex with him in exchange of money, just give him company. The 37 year old man happily agreed, giving you an allowance of $4,000 biweekly. All of it went towards school. He had offered to pay off your school from the beginning but you had simply told him the allowance was okay and enough for you to put in money every chance you got for your education and school supplies.
As a photographer, psychiatrist, and business major, you were always busy. But summer vacations had finally come and you were more than happy to leave the stress of university for a bit.
“Hey, (Y/N)?” Maryann was directing the driver to the hotel and soon turned to you.
“Hm?” You were focused on your hands, looking pitifully at how fragile they seemed as you turned over the words that Jake had spat at you.
“We are going to a Kpop fan meeting.” You looked up at her face. A smile illuminated her face.
“I thought we were here because your sister was getting married here.”
“How convenient,” Jake muttered. She smacked his arm, rolling her eyes.
remember when I said i was redoing this girl months ago? no?
that’s fair, I reroot at the pace of a snail. So way back when I first joined the MH fandom the original version of this girl had been my first custom. and while she did look ok in pics, she wasn’t actually made all that well.
So I felt she deserved a revisit, and while she’s technically less accurate to the show than my first one; I actually feel like I can redress this girl and not worry her clothes are gonna fall apart. even better, her hair’s no longer a bad wig, but a nice and brushable reroot. I even got her real gloves instead of painted ones.
of course doing that completely messed up her original face paint, so now she has a full repaint rather than my old method of painting over the factory face up.
I’m so much more happy with her now; she’s gonna be a lot more fun in my collection now I don’t have to be nearly as careful with her.
Prompt:Cinderella did not come to the party to enjoy it, but is instead an assassin tasked to kill the prince. (cr.) / I snuck into the castle to kill you, but wow you’re good with a sword, and I quite like your eyes…
Summary: When the Crown Princess’ best friend agrees to go to the ball instead of her, to kill Prince Hoseok and save her from an arranged marriage, that’s definitely not how she planned this.
For the sake of the story let’s just accept that all the big Korean cities are autonomous kingdoms, Incheon people are famous for their blonde hair, their style is similar to Disney royalties instead of traditional Korean dressing and wars, assassins, arrange marriages are common things.
Each part’s title is lyrics of Blood, sweat and tears.
Summary: Bucky meets Y/N. Y/N thinks she’s nothing special but Bucky thinks differently…
A/N: This was rushed I’m sorry but enjoy it anyway! Not read through either…
Bucky woke up to the same routine that he had for the past three weeks. Wake up, eat breakfast, work out, work with Wanda on his mind, check in with Tony, eat dinner, sleep. Ever since coming back from Wakanda they were on lock down in the tower for a month on some kind of probation period. It was times like theses Bucky missed the 40′s, the man he used to be and how easy it seemed to work his way around the world.
He woke up to knocking on his door, one more week and Bucky was free for a while until training started for him becoming an avenger. It was Steve “shaking up the routine Stevie?” Steve rolls his eyes and leans his left side into Bucky’s door frame “Tony’s called off our probation Buck, your a free man. For a while at least.” Bucky grunts acceptance and shuts his door but when the lock clicks into place he fist bumps the air and does a little dance. He goes to breakfast in his red Henley and black jeans, greeting everyone with high spirits Wanda and Nat give him strange looks. Whilst shoving cereal down his throat he shrugs his shoulders at the girls and Nat states “Bucky not that us girls don’t appreciate the taut shirts but wouldn’t you like some new ones?” He shrugs again now placing his bowl in the dishwasher, heading down to the lab his thanks Tony for cutting the probation and whilst the air and tension is still thick between them. The smoke seems to be clearing and Tony actually acknowledges him and shakes his hand which puts a spring in Bucks step therefore he decides that maybe he will treat himself to some new shirts.
Steve drops him off outside the retail shop that towers over Bucky making him feel like a kid in a candy store. Walking through the shop his rough hands brushed over the material some of the shirts coarse against his hands, others were soft. Bucky gets caught up in the women’s section for no reason than he was astounded by the change from the 40′s, the range of material, the lower cut tops, the shorter skirts and just about every difference he can identify. A head pops around the rail of clothing and he jumps back a bit, raising a hand in surrender the Y/H/C haired girl comes around and speaks in a slow tone “can I help you with anything Sir? A girlfriend your shopping for maybe?” His eyes widen because how does he explain to this cute worker that actually his 100 years old an obsessed with the softness of silk because he spent 70 years as a killing machine? So instead he replies with a simple nod, the waves indented into her hair seems to have caught his voice from his throat. She gives a toothy grin that clasps his throat, clapping her hand he notices her delicately manicured nails. “What are we looking for then? Dresses, tops, shorts, underwear?” The spun off list gives Buck a headache but he mumbles something about dresses and goes speeding off towards the end of the shop, black dress swishing to her movement. She has already yanked down three by the time his caught up “what’s her style…” She pokes him for a name and he splutters out “Bucky.” She smiles at the stranger and finishes it off “ok Bucky what’s your girls style?” He rubs the back of his neck, fumbling around in thin air for an answer.
“I don’t have a girlfriend! I like the feel of the silk ok? That may sound weird but if you knew my situation it would make sense, I actually need t-shirts.” He pants for breath after the out burst and the blushing girl now starts to slowly put away the dresses, walking back towards where she came from she shouts out “its a shame! That red wouldn’t have matched your shirt!” Bucky walked in with nothing and left without nothing and basically dropped his dignity off at the door.
Bucky thinks if he leaves it a week then the girl won’t be there and he can shop in peace but a part of him wants to see the girls soft skin again. Walking in with a cap on his head and making a b-line for the men’s section he looks at some and realises he now doesn’t understand 21st century sizes. Screwing his hands into his eyes with the crumples t-shirt in his hands, “actually shopping today?” The voice he knows pops up behind him. He turns and gives a small nod, since he dropped is dignity off last time he dives straight in. “It’s to long to explain really but I don’t understand half of theses sizes may you help me ma’am?” She places a hand over her heart “I’m swooning Bucky! Call me ma’am again and I’ll buy the clothes for you!” She laughs and his ears pipe up at the sound, delicate but deep enough to ring through the men’s level. Taking the black long sleeved one from his hand she looks and snorts “well this is a size extra small so defiantly not for you love, your more of an extra large.” Bucky’s slightly offended at the ‘extra’ but his mind is hazed by the love. He see’s her name tag reads ‘Rosie’ so he asks her “Rosie why am I an extra large I’m not exactly fat?” Her ears prick up at his voice but she looks at her name tag and shakes her head “no no my names not Rosie! I take peoples name tags so creepy guys don’t have details on me. My names actually Y/N.” Holding out her free hand he shakes it.
Half an hour later she has the grown man trudging behind her with six different shirts in her folded arms. His still pre-occupied trying to work out why she gave him her real name and why she has to hide it in the first place because no women should have to hide behind a fake name. Ringing up his order they talk about small stuff, she in this job for money to fund uni, she goes home only for Christmas and birthday’s and Bucky lives in the richer parts of NYC.
When Bucky gets home the girls are waiting on his bed ready to judge his purchases. Sitting crossed legged Nat pulls out the final top and lifts up a piece of paper “Bucky there’s a phone number here?” He snatches it and it reads
‘Give me a ring, I’d like to see those tops outside of the shop floor for a change.’
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Thank you so much to @mimisari234 for requesting this. I’m so sorry you had to wait so long darling but I really hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoy. Thank you so much! x x
Request: Hi! What about a one shot where the reader turned into a child and the Avengers need to find a way to bring her back. While, Bucky is responsible to take care of the little reader! Thank you!
Summary: Loki’s revenge falls upon the wrong person. Protective Bucky looking after the little reader was so adorable it literally gave me life!
Words: c. 2,270
As the chaos of fighting broke out a
powerful shot from Loki’s staff had sent you hurtling across the room and
finding yourself winded with a painful ringing in your ears you absolutely
cursed your mortal body watching Thor and Steve working together to try to
bring Loki down but you were physically unable to lift yourself from the
“Enough!” Steve shouted, momentarily
commanding everyone’s attention, including Loki’s.
“Loki, enough, you are acting like a
“Petulant child?” Loki stated
incredulously. “I will show you a petulant child, soldier!” he huffed.
As you slowly pulled yourself to your
feet, a flash of green light aimed at Steve rebounded off his shield and hit
you smack in the stomach and sent you flying backwards once again, the last
thing you remembered was Steve’s worried face looming over you, before you
completely blacked out.
if you dress feminine, people are gonna think you're a girl. you can't change the way society thinks of gender. try dressing neutral maybe?? idk
concept: clothes dont have a gender and i should be able to express myself however i want as long as i am comfortable
2nd concept: i address that i dont blame her, my issue was how she didn’t just own up to it and instead lied saying it was someone in her film class, when, i AM in her film class so its still me that she drew
Our guitar player, Ryan’s girlfriend cheated on him. A lot of this first verse came from conversations I would have with him. We would hang out alone, when he finally told me what had happened during a heart to heart. I asked him: What happened? How does that make you feel? Are you cool? And he was like, “No, you know what? I bet when she is fucking this other dude she is saying my name.” So this song was more about having vitriol for another person instead of compassion.