can you be more gorgeous

was playing around with design and accidentally ended up making fanart for @samcybercat’s soumako fic ‘Trail Mix,’ which i highly suggest :’>

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind me asking, what canvas size do you use when making Ghost Lights? I've been super into it and I've been inspired to want to make a comic of my own and I really like the long page style. p.s. keep up the great work, it's my favourite webcomic I've found and your style is so beautiful <3

omg i’m so happy you like it so much, thank you!! and you want to make your own?? that’s so great 💕 it’s a lot of work but it’s really fulfilling

do you want to draw a webcomic / webtoon, or do you plan on printing it later, too? as far as i know webtoons are drawn with big panels, huge spaces between them, big speech bubbles, artists use the reader’s scrolling as pacing, and it’s read mostly on mobile apps

if you plan on printing your comic like i do: there’s a lot of freedom how to do it but the easiest is the “usual” comic/manga layout, more panels per page, normal sized speech bubbles etc. i chose to sacrifice a little of my already finished pages so that it’s more readable on mobile. i cut off the sides and the pages appear slimmer, which is probably what you mean with long page style!

the actual canvas size depends on what the printing company requires. they cut around the pages and they need a bit more space for where they bind the book in the middle. make sure not to draw any important things in that space. but that’s fine bc the sides get cut off anyway for the upload… you feel

so before you start you should decide what you’re going for and which size you want your physical comic to be in case you want it to get printed and then you can set your canvas size (i chose something not too big and not too small, similar to japanese doujinshi… maybe a bit like the US letter size, it’s called DIN B5 in Germany). your resolution should be at least 300 to 350 dpi when you want to print something. aaand yeah i think that sums it up 🌸

Yours, Unfaithfully [Chapter 9]

Originally posted by jackbumfan

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6   Chapter 7  Chapter 8


As your arms draped around his neck, he looked at you with an awe that always drove you crazy. You were still his girl, even after all this time. Nothing could make him happier than knowing your love hadn’t vanished despite his foolish decision to try and fight the way he felt.

He walked to two of you toward the sliding glass door, whispering in your ear just the way you remembered.

“I still love you too”.


You and Jaebum didn’t make it far before the need to reconnect with one another took over.

He set you onto the couch in the living room, immediately pulling you close for another heated kiss.

Soft moans of unadulterated bliss passed between you as your tongues moved together in unison. You pulled back, tugging his bottom lip to completely drive him wild and the soft groan that followed only proved your success.

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Hard Headed

Prompt: Imagine overworking your powers because you’re afraid of disappointing Charles, bu because of that, you collapse when working with him

Pairing: Charles x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, probably

Notes: Thank you to @marvel-imagines-marvel-fandoms for inspiring me and letting me use these! And not beta’d so if it sucks, that’s why. Thank you for reading!

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Laying in the warm sun on an open patch of the garden, with your eyes closed, you let your mind drift. You didn’t think about all the assignments due by the end of the week, how you missed your family, how your powers were enough to make you a freak but not enough to do anything. Every other student at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters was amazing. Everyone had a special power or mutation that made them helpful, powerful…meaningful. And here you were, a simple telepath with weak electricity manipulation. You could barely guess the number someone was thinking when they asked you to nor could you barely get a spark going. Your powers were found out when a guy pushed you in a pool a year ago in your second year of college and the thrill jolted your powers, causing everyone in the pool to be electrocuted. They were okay but you weren’t–you’d never be the same after that moment. The juice wasn’t strong enough to hurt anyone badly, just enough to jounce them.

Being that you were a telepath, the head professor, Charles Xavier, took to training you. It was the most daunting task you’d ever faced. He was handsome, clever, incredibly gifted and intelligent, and you were somehow supposed to focus on your weak powers around him. Charles had discovered that your telepath powers came at a much younger age but you didn’t realize it. All this time you thought knowing the things you did were commonplace. You always knew what you were getting for Christmas or for your birthday or what really happened to that pet goldfish of yours. You thought you just had an uncanny ability to tell when people were lying, but the actuality of it was you could some how feel the truth in their thoughts.

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masterpiece;

member- jimin

genre- fluff, au

words- 1,712

summary- jimin the art student has a way of making masterpieces. artstudent!jimin / college!au

a/n- well i randomly got inspiration for this the other day, and so here is a scenario lol i hope you guys like it!! feedback is always appreciated :) 

Originally posted by suga-com

Jimin makes masterpieces. 

He makes skies full of magnificent color, realistic faces showing the utmost of raw emotions, flowers blooming elegantly with vibrant hues erupting from the page. He makes textures blend together so effortlessly and his attention to detail puts him far ahead all his other classmates. Even his five minute sketches are simply amazing. 

But right now, Jimin was not making masterpieces. 

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angel0sh  asked:

Can you write about how would RFA + saeran + V would react if They had unrequited love to their childhood friend then they meet her looking prettier than ever ?

This was so much fun to write. I’m sorry this took so long. Although, Saeran’s and Saeyoung’s don’t specifically have unrequited love because they were so young. Below the cut~

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Foxes (kitsune in Japanese) are a common subject of Japanese folklore, and one of my personal favorites. For those not familiar with the tales, stories depict kitsune as intelligent beings and as possessing magical abilities that increase with their age and wisdom. Furthermore, as a reflection of their age and/or power, kitsune can have as many as nine tails. This kitsune possesses three tails and is shown holding its hoshi no tama delicately in its jaws.

“Hoshi no tama” translates loosely to “star jewel” or “star ball”. In kitsune lore the hoshi no tama is said to contain the kitsune’s life force, soul, or power. This sacred jewel is most often described as a white, glowing orb, however I’ve taken artistic liberty with my interpretation of it and have chosen instead to use a glass marble filled with a swirl of ruby red which represents the kitsune’s magical ability: a kind of otherworldly flame called fox fire.

The marble is a custom piece made specially for this mount. It was crafted by hand at my request by Swedish glassblower Marianne Degener. You can find her Etsy shop and more of her gorgeous glasswork here.

This mount was propped up for photos but is meant to hang on the wall. It is for sale at my Etsy shop and at Ebay. Thanks for looking!

Quiet as a Mouse - Part 2 (Final)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,398

Summary: Jensen and his girlfriend are on a break so he’s in a bad mood. His sister drags him out shopping where he meets the reader. She ends up being someone Jensen doesn’t expect.

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“What are you looking at?” Jensen says to Mackenzie.

“You’ve been a moody bitch all day…and now you’re smiling like the biggest dope in the world.”

“Am not!”

“Am too! I’m looking at your face!”

“Whatever.” Jensen says chuckling.

“You’re welcome by the way.” Mackenzie says.

“For what?”

“For sending you into Y/N’s store!”

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a fic where the Reader is like 6/7 months pregnant and is Alpha!Derek's mate and he gets especially jealous/protective/possessive over her and is always giving her hickes? It can be a little angsty/smutty if you want but just a super cute and fluffy ending! Thanks love x

Thanks for requesting!

Readers POV

I just woke up from my slumber and turned to see that Derek was still sleeping. I tried to get up but was having trouble with my 7 month old baby inside of me. I groaned and laid back down.

“Need some help?” Derek asked as he sat up. I looked down ashamed and nodded. He got out of bed and walked over to my side. He picked me up bridal style and sat me down on my feet. He put two fingers underneath my chin and raised my head.

“Hey, don’t be ashamed. You are carrying our beautiful baby inside of you. I honestly don’t think you can get any more gorgeous.” He said and wrapped me up in his arms. I smiled and shoved my face into his chest. He nuzzled his way into my neck and started sucking on my sweetspot. I moaned and moved my head to the side to give him more access. He nibbled on it which only caused me to moan louder. Once he was happy with the mark he left on my neck he pulled away and kissed me on my nose before rubbing his cheek against mine.

“I love you, Y/N.” He told me.

“I love you too. By the way don’t forget about the pack meeting today Mr. Alpha werewolf.” I giggled when he flashed his red eyes at me and kissed my forehead.

“I’m going to go take a shower. You go make breakfast because me and the baby are starving.” He chuckled.

“What are my two loves hungry for?” He asked.

“Hmmmmm…french toast please.”

“You got it.” He kissed my lips and headed towards the kitchen to start on breakfast.

Pack Meeting

The whole pack was at the loft now, discussing supernatural matters. I just put the last bowl of snacks on the coffee table and looked around and saw an seat open on the couch in between Isaac and Scott. I sat down and Isaac wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into a side hug.

“How are you feeling today, Y/N?” Isaac asked me like the sweetheart he is. I smiled at him.

“I’m doing great, thank you.” I responded back.

“Can we feel the baby?” Scott asked excited.

“Yeah of course guys.” Scott and Isaac reached out to rest their hands on my stomach but a vicious growl stopped them, and they jolted their hands back. Derek came out of our bedroom since he just finished up showering with red eyes glowing with authority. Both of the boys jumped up from the couch and stood far away from me. I frowned, missing the company and comfort they brought me. Derek quickly sat next to me once he saw my upset face. He pulled me onto his lap and nuzzled his nose against mine. He peppered sweet little kisses all across my face and I smiled. He placed his palm on my swollen belly and I rest my head on his shoulder. I got bored while listening to all of them rant and started to fall asleep on Derek’s lap. I was woken up by a rough hushed whisper.

“Get. Out. Now. She’s asleep.” I heard the loft door open and close meaning everybody left. I opened my eyes and looked at Derek who cupped my cheek and kissed me in between my eyes.

“Hello my sleeping beauty.” I smiled at him.

“Hi my handsome wolf.” He brushed his fingers through my hair and leaned forward towards my neck. I pushed him away from my neck and giggled.

“Haven’t you left enough hickies on my neck?” I asked him.

“Never.” I started to laugh but was cut short with a yawn.

“You ready for bed my love?” I nodded and he picked me and brought me to our bedroom.

“Go to sleep beautiful. You both need your rest.” I nodded my head and cuddled into him.

“I love you so much, Derek.”

“I love you too, both of you.”

What’s Your Name Again? (Ajax, Francis)

Pairings: Ajax x Reader 

Drabble

Warnings: Light Smut, language 

Goddamn you Wade and your crazy ass. 

You wouldn’t be in the situation you’re currently in if Wade would have just given you the CORRECT address and not the damn one leading to one of his many enemies warehouse. 

Originally you were told by Wade to go pick up a shipment of guns that he bought from this really hightop dealer, of course questioning why Wade couldn’t pick it up himself would just result in the same response you usually got: ‘don’t feel like it’ or ‘gotta keep an eye on the oven’. You never argued with him about it solely on the fact that Wade was already annoying as is and you didn’t need him to add on to that; besides you were getting paid pretty damn well. 

Just wait till I get out of this god-forbidden mess Wade, just you wait

“What’s your name again?” The English man asks intriguingly, a smirk across his face as he wipes his dirty hands all over his white tank top. 

“Doesn’t matter.” You mutter under your breath, coughing at the lack of oxygen in the damn place; questioning how the hell he’s able to survive in this place. It felt as if you were stuck in a huge blown up ball with no way to get access to any sort of oxygen. 

He lets out a low, deep, menacing chuckle as he comes closer to you.

Oh no, please back up.

“You’re just a ray of sunshine aren’t you darlin’?” He cocks his head to the side, eyeing you as if he’s trying to read you. What he’s trying to read is unknown, but his eyes seem to fixate themselves on your chest; you were wishing you’d have worn a jacket and not a v-neck shirt. 

“I’m going to be a fucking storm if you don’t back the hell up.” You smile, trying to wriggle your hands free from the damn material that Francis used to tie your hands with behind the back of the chair.  

“Oooo feisty, I like that baby.” He laughs but obeys your demand and backs away from you, his eyes lingering at your chest for a couple seconds longer. “Who do you work for?” 

You go to open your mouth, but then think otherwise. If you told him you didn’t work for anybody, he probably wouldn’t believe you but if you told him that you worked for Wade then something very bad may happen; you weren’t about ready to find out what that was. 

Doesn’t matter.” You repeat the same phrase from just a couple minutes ago. Perchance if you keep repeating the same phrase he’ll get tired of it and just let you leave. 

Or maybe he’ll kill me? 

“Oh sweetheart I think it does,” he starts to come back over to you after basically just walking in a small circle, “because I would like to know what my competition is like. What it’ll take to have a pretty girl like you to work for me.” 

Although this was starting to annoy the hell out of you and the oxygen levels seemed to decrease, you couldn’t help but get the feeling of butterflies in your stomach when he called you pretty. He was pretty attractive himself also but- 

Oh my god, am I really having these thoughts right now? 

“What makes you think I’ll ever work with a piece of scum like you?” Calling him scum was the nicest thing you could think of because in reality you were actually questioning why the hell Wade’s enemies have to be so bloody gorgeous.

“Because I can give you much more than that piece of shit Wade ever could.” He points out and noticing your eyes widen he starts laughing, “I’m not stupid darling, why else would a pretty little thing like you stroll into my workshop. Wade’s got connections with so many gorgeous women but I must say, you’re the only one that caught my eye.”

Ashamedly you weren’t able to hide your blush from his flirtatious comment, he was right when he said Wade had many many gorgeous women working for him and you always felt like you were on a very low level when compared to them. Wade never took the time to compare you to them in a positive OR negative way but you would always hear his sly comments to some of the other girls. Sometimes it hurt but then you remembered that you were Wade’s best worker so it didn’t bother you too much. 

“Something tells me you don’t get enough credit for your beauty, do you?” He doesn’t seem as dominant anymore, he’s a bit more relaxed and so are you. It didn’t seem like he was planning on hurting you so for right now you were gonna be cool with him. 

Maybe that’ll get me out of here faster. 

All of a sudden he pulls his shirt over his head and uses it to wipe the sweat off his face. 

Holy hell. 

Looking away, you tried to prevent yourself from getting too hot from looking at his toned, tight chest. From the quick glance you stole, it was clear that this man worked out. 

Bless whoever had the chance to touch him. 

“You know sweetheart, I’d give anything to have you work for me.” He sighs, throwing his shirt off to the side and coming back over to you. To your surprise, he reaches behind you and starts fumbling with whatever the hell he used to tie your hands with in the first place. 

“Why do you want me to work for you so much?” You ask, twisting your hands and trying to get the life back in them since he had tied you so damn tight. Although this would be the perfect chance to knock him out and get away, you decide that Wade could wait. Why Wade and this guy were enemies was past your knowledge but this man didn’t seem to be an enemy to you. 

“Because I told you, you’re gorgeous.” He smirks, tilting his head to the side. 

“If that’s the only reason why you want me to work for you, then you can go screw yourself.” You mutter, pushing him out of your way and standing up from the chair. “There’s a lot more to me then just my looks.” 

He grabs your arm as you’re about to walk away but before you had the chance to react, he pulls you to him and kisses you kisses you softly.

“I know darling…” His voice is low and husky, his lips barely brushing against yours. Your eyes lock with his and your contemplating on whether or not you want to kiss him considering the situation right now, but you must stand your ground no matter how tempting it is.

No matter how soft and sinister his lips may be. 

“We’ll see.” You whisper, your tone more seductive than you want. “But for now, I have a job to get done.”

 You take your fist and slam it as hard as you can into his crotch making him double over in pain, but you get a firm grasp on his ‘special babies’ and make sure to squeeze tight enough for him to feel pain. “Let me make one thing clear though alright?” 

“W-What?” He winces, but doesn’t seem to pry you off him. Hmmm.

“Don’t ever tie me to a chair like that again…” Leaning in towards his ear, a smirk starts to tug at the corner of your lips. “Unless you’re intentions are more… kinky.

Shoving him away from you, you chuckle as you start walking away from him. “I’ll think about it alright?” Turning your head towards his direction, you don’t stop walking as curiosity sparks your brain, “what’s your name again?” 

“Ajax, but you can call me Francis.” 

licorne-sama  asked:

Hey ! Do you sometime wear heeled shoes or do you think you're too tall for this ? D: I'm nearly as tall as you, and I wonder sometimes if heels are a good choice for such a height :3 Also you're soooo cuuute, really ! Your blog always enlighten my days ♥♥♥ *cuddles* :3

Hiyaaa :3

I do wear heels sometimes! In my experience, as a tall woman the best way to feel good about being tall is to just own it. Make it a strength instead of a weakness. If you wear heels, you can make yourself look even more gorgeous. You get taller, you get better looking legs, your butt firms up and generally it’s just impossible to not feel sexy if you look sexy.

Thank youuuuuu ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥  I’m really happy to hear that ♥ *is happily cuddled* :3

Every Scar// Im Jaebum

Originally posted by got7kings

Pairing:Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Sad/Fluff/Suggestive/

Summary:@imsarabum said:
Hello beautiful ~ can I request a Jaebum soft fluff, maybe a little suggestive - where the reader used to be really overweight and she lost all her weight but she’s left with stretch marks and she also has some scars here and there too. She wishes she had a different body and she’s a little insecure and scared to show him. I love you so much jellybaby 💕💕💕

Author’s Note:

Trigger warning: Talks of suicide attempts are in this scenario. If you don’t feel comfortable with reading such things, please don’t read this scenario.

xoxo Sara


In your hand, you held a picture of who you once were. The girl who got teased for everything she did, everything she stood for, because she was overweight. The nonstop teasing and hurt by your peers really took a toll on you in your past, causing you to eat out your feelings with takeaway pizza or the next bag of chips in the cupboard. The words that they would say hurt you so much, you thought that there was no other option but to move away. You never thought you would be at the point in life you are now, because you told yourself you didn’t want to live anymore, that you wouldn’t even make it to your thirties because you were so set on leaving this awful world, and you had scars to show each time you attempted to take your life. You would look in the mirror and you’d feel sick, because you hated what you would see. The chubby girl who everyone hated, which caused her to hate herself even more than she already did.

You became so overweight, it almost caused health problems. You had been put on a diet, while working out more than you have ever worked out before, because your mom feared for the wellbeing of her precious daughter and did not want to see anything happen to you. And now, a couple of years later, all of the weight is gone, and you look like a different person, but the scars of the old you still remained.

There were certain parts of your body that you didn’t mind showing off. Your tummy, for instance, was one part of you that you were very proud of, as it was a main place that harbored all of the weight, and now that it was gone it made you feel good. the bottoms of your legs, sure, as they were nice and your calves were strong from all of the workout dance routines you did, and they were always nice and soft.

But, there were some parts you would never show, you would never allow people to see. Though you lost your weight, you still weren’t where you wanted to be. Your thighs were a bit bigger than all of your friends, but that’s because they’re very strong and they’re toned. You do often wear shorts out, but they aren’t short enough to show the wounds you once inflicted on yourself. High waisted shorts were what filled your closet, as they covered your hips; a primal source of the scars and the stretch marks that marked who you once were.

You looked at the picture you held, thankful that you had ended up losing the weight, because now you have so much energy. But , you still weren’t confident with your body. You barely show off any skin when you’re around others.

And your boyfriend noticed this.

You had been dating Jaebum for about eight months, and they were a lovely eight months that you spent with him. You met him at a dance studio, one you managed to find and were able to rent out a room in for a fairly cheep price. You had bumped into each other at the vending machines, and the slightly awkward “sorry’s” and “no no, you go first’s” made Jaebum wonder why he had never seen you there before. And since that day, he went to that dance studio constantly in hopes to see the shy girl with the bright smile and wide eyes.

You two truly hit it off, once you two actually started talking, and Jaebum could feel himself falling harder and harder for you each day. The way you laughed and smiled, your dark sense of humor which paralleled his; but you seemed to always keep everything about yourself hidden, and it intrigued him. It made him want to find out more about you, to learn every aspect of yourself that you didn’t want to show to the other boys.

And once you two had fully started to date, he did just that; almost. He uncovered your true personality, how you were shy most times but you were also quite cheeky; how you enjoyed a good book and enjoyed lighting candles as the aromas calmed you down after a long day. He found out your passion for cooking, while also finding out your passion for singing as he walked into your apartment to find you singing out the words to a song he had never heard of, but the sounds coming from your mouth were enough to make him smile.

But, he never found out everything. Not until today. You were always weary of showing Jaebum your scars, afraid that he may see them and laugh or worse; he may leave you, because he doesn’t want someone who was as broken as you were. And the thought of losing Jaebum terrified you beyond belief. Because ever since you two met, he had become one of your main sources of happiness. He wasn’t afraid to show you everything he had to offer, but you were always hesitant to show you the most dark and sensitive parts of yourself.

You had bad days, but today, you were feeling particularly bad about yourself. Though you had lost so much weight, you still tried to continuously exercise, as that is the only way to maintain your weight, but you have been slacking, and it made you gain 2 kgs. And to you, those 2 kgs mattered, as it brought you out of your happy zone, your comfort zone, and it took away the very little amount of self confidence you had.

You looked at the picture in your hand, a picture that you had taken just before you started to lose weight, before looking back at the mirror that hung on your wall. You sighed; your mind playing tricks on you, as it often did when you felt like this. Your mind made you see your former self in the mirror, standing there , barely being able to fit your whole body in as you were so close to it, and it made you sick. You threw the picture down, pressing your palms into your eyes as you felt tears sting through, crouching down laying your head between your legs.

You had been ignoring everyone all day, and that included Jaebum. Jaebum knew you had bad days, but you would always talk to him about it, even if it was for just a little while. But the fact that you were ignoring him scared him beyond belief; to the point where he wasn’t able to focus at practice. And the boys understood when Jaebum rushed out of the practice room with his bag in his hand, his worry evident in his face as he slammed the door shut. They knew how much Jaebum truly loved and cared for you, and they weren’t about to stop him from rushing to your apartment to make sure that you were okay.

You kept the lights off in your room; the only light shining in from the cracks of the shades that covered your windows. But that small amount of light was enough to allow you to see the body that you hated, that you worked so hard to be in but now you can’t stand looking at it. You were crying into your hands, your sobs filling your ears, making you unable to hear the sound of your front door opening. Jaebum knew where you kept the spare key, as he has made many late-night trips to your apartment, whether it be because your apartment is closer to the studio he practices at and he was too tired to walk home, or because it was late and the thoughts of you next to him weren’t enough to make him fall asleep, so he needed to go and hold the real thing.

Unlocking your door and shutting it behind him, he noticed how the whole place looked as if it were untouched since he was last there the night before; the blankets that he left on the couch after he decided to leave still there, the smell of the takeaway Chinese food still evident in the air.

“Jagi…?” He called out slightly, setting his things down as he slid off his shoes, his eyes wandering over every inch of the apartment that he could see. He walked through the livingroom, folding the blankets he had left the previous night and throwing out the food containers, before making his way down the hall. He had noticed that your bedroom door was shut, but every other door in the hallway was open.

Slowly pressing his hand to the doorknob and giving it a light turn, he opened the door to see you on the floor, cradling your head in your hands.

“(Y/N),” He said softly, making your head snap up as you quickly wiped away your tears. Standing up and backing away from him, not wanting him to see you in such a fragile and weak state, you bit your lip.

“J-Jaebum-oppa, what are you do-“

Before you could finish, Jaebum stretched out his long arms and brought you into his chest, somewhere you feel the safest whenever he’s around, as his big broad body easily protects you from the outside world. He squeezed one arm around your waist as the other laid at the back of your head, pressing your face into where he knew you felt most as home.

You could feel yourself breaking, you could feel your walls coming down, and though you would usually try and stop it, shimmying away from his grasp, you felt yourself become weak as your arms wrapped around him, the tears seemingly uncontainable as you sobbed softly into his chest. You realized now, that Jaebum was one of the few people who constantly tried to open you up, and he was relentless in trying to get you to show yourself to him, no matter how many times you pushed him away. But now, you couldn’t push him anymore. He was there, and he was halfway through the gates of the castle walls you had built to protect yourself. You just had to let him in.

He let you cry, not stopping you to say anything. He just held you as you let out your sobs, his hands gripping your body closer and closer to him until there was absolutely no space in between you two. Once he had felt your crying cease, he helped you towards the bed, setting you down before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. He got up slowly, making his way to the light switch when he saw the photo you had kept hidden from him. Lunging to try and grab it before he could see, your attempts failed as he was quick enough to grab it and hold it to his chest.

Peaking at the photo, he could recognize that it was you, although your face wasn’t in the picture. If there was one small detail Jaebum loved about you, it was your hands; the small but warm hands that were always much cuter in comparison to his as they intertwined your fingers together or ran themselves through his hair while he laid on your chest.

“Jagi, is this you?” he asked softly, taking your hand as you felt yourself become dizzy. You were proud of your weight loss, and you would express it to him and the others, but you have never showed him a picture of yourself before-hand. You sat down on the bed, rubbing your neck as you sniffled.

“Why didn’t you show me this before?” He asked, sitting next to you as he kissed your knuckles, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

You kept your eyes glued to the floor as you sniffled.

“I was scared you’d leave me after seeing how big I was.”

Jaebum felt his heart sink; the thought of ever leaving you never crossing his mind, not even once. He knew that whatever you did, he would always love you, and he never ever wanted to give you up.

“(Y/N), I would still love you, even if you were 200 kgs. You told me you lost the weight because it was a safety concern…” he looked at you softly, searching your face as you nodded, “And i’m so proud of you for losing the weight in the way that you did. You look absolutely incredible, Jagi. But please, know that the reason I love you, isn’t because of your body. It’s because of the person you are inside. You are so incredible, you’re so nice and down to earth, so selfless and gentle… and i’m so lucky to have you, I truly am.”

Though you felt your heart flutter, your shook your head softly at his words, “I have some demons in my past, Jaebum. Some that I’ve never told anyone about.. because the ones that know, left me because of them. Even after the promised they never would. Which is why I can’t trust people, I can’t trust anyone. People would come into my life, they would come in and gain my trust, just so they could break me down even further. And I just can’t take it anymore.” You felt yourself shiver as you shook your head, “I hate myself. I hate who i once was, and I hate my body now. I’m so filled with… hatred towards myself.”

Jaebum’s heart broke at your words. To think that the woman that he fell in love with, the one who came and broke through his dark and rough exterior to find the gentle heart that laid beneath it, hates herself so much, absolutely hurt him inside. He shook his head slightly, sniffling, not looking at you. “Where?”

You looked at him slightly, a confused look on your face, “Where what?”

“Tell me, where you hate yourself. What part of you makes you hate yourself.”

You looked down at your feet, sighing as you ran your hands through your hair, “I have.. a lot of scars that i’ve never shown to you, Jaebum. They make me hate myself whenever I look at them, and I never ever wanted to show you them, because you’ll never look at me the same way.”

“Jagiya, where are they?” he asked sternly, taking your hand softly and giving it another gentle squeeze. You took in a deep breath, shaking your head, “they’re near my hips and my thighs mainly.”

Jaebum stood slowly, helping you up as well before he dropped to his knees. You looked at him slightly, unsure of what he was doing, before he rested his hands in the waistband of your leggings. Pulling them down slowly, you felt your heart race and your cheeks heat up. You gripped where his hands were to make them stay in place.

“Jaebum, no, please…”

“(Y/N), listen to me okay? There is nothing in this world that could make me leave you. There’s no part of you that i could ever hate or even dislike. I love every inch of you, inside and out, and I can promise you that after I see what you’ve been hiding, I’ll still feel the same way.” Sticking our his pinky, he looked up at you with his big brown eyes, “Pinky Swear.”

Reaching down hesitantly, you wrapped your pink around his, while simultaneously letting go of your leggings. He pulled them down slowly, revealing every hideous scar and stretch mark that littered across your skin. Though the scars were faded, they were still there, and the mere sight of them made you want to cry.

“You know what I love about you, Jagiya..?” Jaebum asked softly as he came face to face with your scars, running his fingers along them. He pressed a gentle kiss to one that laid on the tip of your thigh, “You’re so sweet and kind to everyone you meet. It’s like, you have no hate for anyone in the world, even though so many people have done so many wrong things to you.”

You looked at him as he held your thighs in his hands, pressing another kiss to your body, to a stretch mark that laid on your waist, “and I love that you always take care of my bandmates, even when i’m not around. I love that you can still be good friends with them, and you can be close with them even though i’m not there.”

You sniffled, your heart swelling as he began to kiss every scar and stretch mark that he came across, while telling you one thing that he loves about you, in attempts to replace the bad stories behind each scar with a new, sweet story.

“I love that you steal my sweaters when i’m not there, and you think that I don’t notice,” he said, a slight chuckle leaving his mouth as you unknowingly smiled, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“And i love that you don’t care about how I act or what I say, I love that you love me for who I am and for all that I am inside, rather than for my fame. I love that you don’t just love JB from GOT7, but that you love Im Jaebum, and that you took the time to peel back each of my layers. And now, it’s my turn to do that for you.”

Making his way up your hips with kisses, he slowly pulled your legging back up. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have him by your side. You smiled as he pressed his hand to your cheek, wiping away your last tear with his thumb before he pressed his lips to yours, his arms engulfing you yet again in another tight and loving hug.

Pulling away slowly, he leaned his forehead against yours, eyes boring into yours as he spoke, “Jagiya, I could never hate you. Never ever. I love you more than I love anything else, and I would give up everything that I have just to make you happy. Even though we’ve been dating for eight months, you still manage to make me nervous with just a smile, you make my heart flutter when you laugh, you make me realize how truly lucky I am to have you, and there is nothing in this world, no scar nor stretch mark, there’s no demon you have that could make me shy away from you. Because every angel has demons that try to take away their glow. But i won’t let them, because you’re my angel sent down to love me, and I’m going to love you so much, that the demons won’t be able to touch you. Okay?”

Sniffling, you leaned your head in Jaebum’s neck, pressing a soft kiss against his skin. You knew you didn’t have to shield yourself anymore, that your castle walls that were shielding you, not only welcomed him in, but he’s become  apart of them. He’s become your protection, your strength, and your will to move forward, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Okay.”