cheers if you see yourself

BTS Reaction to you being really chubby and insecure.

Genre; Angst/Fluff??? Small bits of smut???

Authors Notes; Thank you so much for the request!! I personally feel that all of BTS wouldn’t really care about your body type and would just love you for you 😊 Hope you like it ^_^


Jin; Being quite the motherly/caring type I think he would just want to make sure you were okay 24/7. If he saw you comparing yourself to others he’d make you forget about them and show you just how much he loves your body 😉 Jin wouldn’t be one to really care too much about weight or body size, his main concern would be your self-esteem and making you know how much he loves you, all of you.

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Suga; We already know Yoongi doesn’t care about physical appearance but I do think he would feel like he wanted to protect you constantly. His main focus would be on making you feel good about yourself as he doesn’t like seeing you upset. He may seem cold on the outside but with you he’s a little fluffball who pays you lots of compliments, and may god have mercy on those who make you feel anything less than beautiful.

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J-Hope; This little ball of sunshine has two sides when it comes to this; you’re my goddess & I will kill anyone who says otherwise. Hobi couldn’t care less what you looked like as long as you’re happy and he’s the one making you happy. He’d kiss every inch of your body every day and find your chubbiness incredibly cute 😊

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Rap Monster; He hates to see you upset or insecure about the way you look because to him you’re the most beautiful thing on the planet and much like Yoongi, Namjoon would go for anyone who thinks otherwise/makes you think otherwise. This boy loves to show you in the dirtiest of ways just how much he loves you and your body 😉 Chubby or otherwise Namjoon will love you with his entire heart and soul.

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Jimin; Smol bean has had insecurities about being chubby himself so he knows exactly how you feel and just how to cheer you up. He’d take you on cute dates anytime he’d see you comparing yourself to anyone. He loves to hug you from behind and kiss up your neck anytime you feel less than the amazing person you are. 😊 😊

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 V; Taehyung’s main priority in life is to make sure you’re happy, when he first finds out about you being insecure about your body and being chubby he’d sit you down, get down on his knees and explain to you just how beautiful you are until you’re beaming. He’d also make sure you never skipped any meals, making sure you ate properly at all times. Tae would only care about your happiness and wellbeing.

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 Jungkook; Kookie would at first be annoyed and perhaps angry if you saw yourself as anything less than gorgeous but would then understand that your self-esteem isn’t really your fault and insecurities usually come from bad feedback from others. Lil kook would love it when you smiled and he’d often poke your cheeks calling you a cutie. Jungkook is honestly the type to “fite” anyone who disagreed with his view of you and would always protect you, making sure that you felt good about yourself, not caring what you look like.

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Secret Part 2 [Jughead Jones x Reader]

Okay, so I gave in and here’s part two. I know it’s shit, I wrote this on my phone and I still am trying to figure out the app.

I hope you like it, I’m not such a big fan of cheating drama and stuff, but I like the way this ended.

Part 1
Part 3

Summary : Cheryl stops by your locker to tell you to come to the Cheer practice to see by yourself how close Betty and Jughead are.

“They are spending a lot of time together.” Cheryl said, as you closed your locker, making you jump. “What are you talking about?” You asked, but already knew the answer. “I am only saying this, because you were a good friend to Jason.” She sighed, then added “I’ve seen Betty and Jughead together. There is something going on.” You rolled your eyes at her words. “Because they are writing an article together maybe?” You raised your brow. “They’re more intimate than that.” She said, right before Archie appeared. “Hey ladies.” He smiled. “You’re not serious.” You ignored Archie. “Come to the Cheer practice tonight.” She said, and with that left.

You were only going so you could prove Cheryl that there was nothing going on between your boyfriend and your dearest friend. You smiled at Archie and asked him to come with you to the Cheer practice, but didn’t tell him the real reason. You only told him you wanted to see Veronica and Betty. And he bought it. The two of you headed to class talking about today’s assignment for history, which was to do an essay about what if you were a king, or queen, back in the day, and if your counselor, or friend, would’ve betrayed you, due to the fact you have been studying King David for the past days. Your substitute teacher was preaching to a church on Sundays, and he thought that a drop of Religion wouldn’t hurt anyone. Oh boy.

After classes you called your mom saying that you’ll be out with Archie, since Jughead bailed on you saying that he needs to gather info for the article. You and the redhead went to Pop’s to eat something and drink before going to the Cheer practice.

“So, wanna tell me real reason why you want to go?” He asked. 

Apparently, he didn’t buy it.

“Okay, but it’s not a big deal. Cheryl came by my locker to tell me that Jughead and Betty are pretty close, and to come to the Cheer practice to see by myself. I am only going to prove her wrong, and that Jughead loves me.” I smiled. “Uh, I’ve seen it too.” Archie said, making you choke on your milkshake.

You arrived at the Cheer practice, which was being held outside on the field, since the weather was nice and the boys didn’t have practice today, unlike the cheerleaders.

There wasn’t much to see, only a bunch of chicks stretching and jumping and stuff like that. You greeted Veronica and Betty, and told them that you’re here to see them. You felt ashamed to tell them that you didn’t trust Jughead, but after Archie said that he saw them too, you had to see by yourself.

After a while, Cheryl asked you to go to the girl’s locker room and bring her an agenda, that should be somewhere on the benches.

So you went, silently walking in, as there was night and only the cheerleaders were allowed at this hour in the school.

“You know I love you, but I don’t want to hurt Y/N’s feelings.” You heard a familiar voice. It couldn’t be him. “I know, and she is my friend. A close friend, but I feel so guilty for loving you.” You heard another familiar voice. Oh hell no. “I can’t keep up with this secret anymore.”

You tried to get closer to the voice, only to see Betty in Jughead’s arms, him gently rubbing her back and kissing her forehead. You tried to hold back the tears. You really did. You grabbed the agenda and silently left, but breaking into tears outside. You lost him. You lost the best thing that’s ever happened to you to your friend. Your closest friend. They loved each other and you were only in the middle of their happiness.

While you were crying, the door opened, and Betty came out, fastly closing it.

“Y/N? What happened?” She quickly hugged you tight.

You could smell Jughead’s perfume on her and yet you noticed it now. Just now.

You wanted to yell at her for betraying you, but you couldn’t. It wasn’t her fault for falling in love. Love just happens.

“I… I…” You were at loss of words. But you decided to be stupid and do the right thing. “I don’t love Jughead anymore.” You lied. Oh boy you loved him. “I feel so guilty and bad and he deserves someone to love him forever, but I just don’t feel the sparks anymore.” You lied again.

The next day you broke up with Jughead and he didn’t take it that well. He was tearing up, but respected your decision. Maybe he didn’t love you like a girlfriend, but you still remained friends. Not like you used to , as you closed yourself and stopped being the happy and bubbly person you were. You didn’t tell them that you knew their secret, but you did tell Archie. He was always there , alongside with Veronica and told them not to tell Jughead and Betty that you knew.

It had been weeks since your breakup, you started being yourself again, but Jughead and Betty still didn’t go public. You didn’t know or care if they broke up or still needed time. You kind of regretted not yelling at them, but it wouldn’t have helped with nothing. Of course your friendship with Betty kind of died, and only resumed to greetings and a homework here and there. She tried to fix it, but for now you just needed time.

As for Jughead? You were still pals, not that close, but still talked here and there.

You were at peace now.

Well, more or less, they still betrayed you, but you weren’t that type of dramatic person.

One day, one rhyme- Day 1147

Little Moon was feeling quite sad,
Said the girl, “Moon, why do you frown?”
“I’ll never give light like the sun,
I just feel so dull and so brown.”
The girl thought, and then she replied;
“No, you are nothing like the sun.
You’re small, you’re blue and quite rocky
And ‘tis true that heat you give none,
But many things aren’t like the sun,
For all that, their value’s no less.
Think of all the cool things you do,
Little Moon, don’t be sad and stress.
Just think, the sun can’t move oceans,
It’s light can be baking and burn,
While moonlight is calming, gentle
And is enjoyed without concern.
The sun flees the darkness that falls
And we fear not, as light’s still strewn
By the friend that guards while we sleep,
Who is, not the sun, but the moon.”
With that, Little Moon was cheered up,
The sparkle was back in his eye,
Something you can see for yourself
Each night when you look at the sky.

Day 6

White Lie or Hard Truth

This got a little long, but I really like it. Also, slightly spoiler-y for the most recent chapter of Sanctified, so you might want to read that first.

The Pathfinders were arguing. Still. Sara wasn’t known for her patience, and apparently the Quarian Pathfinder was a hot-head. Scott had already given up, his usually careful poise shattered in the face of Joh’Zolan’s obstinance.

The younger twin had stormed out of the vidcon, muttering to Reyes, “He’s worse than Addison.”

“I’m not ‘brandishing’ your mistakes, Pathfinder,” Sara argued. “I’m only trying to be realistic about the ark’s situation.”

Reyes bit back a smirk. That wasn’t entirely true, but the Quarian didn’t know how typically idealistic the Human Pathfinder was.

“I will not be spoken to so disrespectfully by a child,” he proclaimed.

Reyes winced, his eyes bouncing between the two Pathfinders. They stood on opposite sides of the conference table, and he was the anchor between them, the calm point of a very frustrated triangle.

Sara scowled across the table at the Quarian. “I am not a child,” she growled.
Joh’Zolan scoffed. “You’re hardly old enough to go on a Pilgrimage.”

“I’m not sure why you think my age has anything to do with my success as Pathfinder.”

He laughed, a condescending sound, even through his respirator. “It has everything to do with it,” he said. “It’s a matter of experience.” He leaned forward, his hands planted on the edge of the table and glared at Sara.

Well, Reyes assumed he galred; he couldn’t really tell through the envirosuit’s mask.

“Alec must have been out of his mind when he transferred SAM to you!” He sneered, “I didn’t think him so foolishly sentimental.”

The blood in his veins chilled as Sara went perfectly still. Joh’Zolan had hit a nerve. She stared at the  Quarian, and though her face was carefully blank, Reyes knew she struggled to keep her composure. The ice in her voice when she next spoke startled even Reyes.

“This meeting is over,” she said. “Contact us when you’re ready to offer solutions instead of accusations.” She didn’t glance at Reyes before she walked down toward her quarters, and that was more telling than anything. She didn’t want him to see just how much the Quarian’s words had affected her.

Joh’Zolan sighed and pushed away from the table, crossing his arms. He glanced at Reyes. “Why do you linger, human?”

The contempt in his voice was all Reyes needed to decide how best to respond to the Pathfinder.

Reyes pounced forward, closing the distance between himself and the Quarian, and shoved the man back against the wall with the thick plastic of his wrist-brace held under his chin.

“What do you thi-?”

“Shut up!” Reyes shoved him harder against the wall. His wrist flared hot with pain, but he didn’t let it show. “You have no idea what she’s been through, what she’s done, what she’s sacrificed to pave the way for the Initiative,” he growled. “She almost died just trying to find you!”

“Is that supposed to make me feel sorry for her?”

Reyes applied pressure to the Quarian’s throat. “It’s supposed to make you shut the fuck up and listen.” He waited a moment, but when the Pathfinder didn’t speak, he continued. “Today is the last time you even so much as look at her with anything less than the respect you would show Alec Ryder.”

“She has yet to prove-”

The pressure against the Quarian’s throat increased again.

“She doesn’t have to prove shit to you. She already proved herself to the whole damn cluster.”

“And who are you to make such demands? Her guard varren?”

For a moment he actually considered telling the Pathfinder he was the Charlatan, but it wouldn’t mean anything to him. It wouldn’t strike the usual fear in his opponents’ hearts. So instead he just applied more pressure, until the Quarian made a desperate squawking sound.

“You will remember your manners when you speak to her again. Is that clear?” He eased off some of the pressure to allow the man to speak, and to alleviate some of the screaming pain in his wrist.

“Or what?” Joh’Zolan rasped.

“Or, I put a few punctures in your envirosuit and we see how well your immune system handles Andromedan Bacteria.” He grinned, and it was a dark expression. “I’ve got good creds that say that doesn’t end well for you.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

With immense effort, Reyes used the fingers of his right hand to call up his omniblade. He held the orange glowing weapon to the Pathfinder’s face. “We could always start the experiment now, if you’d prefer.” He stared hard into the two bright pinpricks of light in Joh’Zolan’s mask, the cold stare of the Charlatan. “Do we have an understanding?”

A long moment ticked by, and Reyes counted it by the painful pulse thudding in his wrist. Finally, the Quarian nodded.

“Good,” Reyes smiled, a much more cheerful one and then stepped back from the man. “I trust you can see yourself out?” He didn’t wait for the Pathfinder’s response before turning and walking away, back down to the biolab. He needed to take a painkiller and then get some ice on his wrist; he’d over done it, but it was worth it.

What he hadn’t expected was to find Sara sitting at his terminal, spinning idly in his chair. When she looked up at him it was obvious she’d been crying.

She smirked at him. “You and the Quarian Pathfinder have a nice chat?”

He kept his expression neutral. He doubted she’d approve of him threatening someone who was supposed to be their ally. “We did,” he said. He approached the desk and reached for the pills with his right hand, out of habit. He hissed and switched hands, but Sara raised a sandy eyebrow at him.

“What did you two talk about?”

He glanced at her, and then knocked back the painkiller. “I was… curious about the dangers Andromeda poses to someone with no immune system.”

She smiled. “Reyes.” His name on her lips was a song, one he hoped she would never stop singing. “Did you threaten the Quarian Pathfinder for me?”

He looked at her, feigning shock. “Ryder,” he said with a smirk. “I would never do that.”

He Saw You - Ignis Scientia

So I uh… I ended up writing some angst. And this wasn’t my intention, but this is the product of my late night reflections. 

I feel that the ending is kinda rushed, because I was in an element and then fell out of it, but hopefully this writing is to y’all’s satisfaction. I’m not sure how I feel about it.

Ignis thought of you quite often, more often than he wanted to admit, if he was being entirely honest. Despite this, though, you were his muse, and muses didn’t simply disappear. So, usually against his better judgement, he thought about you.

He saw you in everything. 

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West Coast (Lucifer Morningstar)

Character: Lucifer Morningstar
Words: 1920
Warning(s): Idk how to do warnings, just some sex mention i guess.
A/N: Okay so this request made me really love the song. I have never really listen to Lana Del Rey but I really like this song. I will night be using all the lyrics, just because they are repeative and long. I’m so sorry if I butchered your request at all. I migh make a sequal to this if there is enough feed back ovo.
Request: Do you write song fics? If so, can you do a one shot based off of the song West Coast by Lana Del Rey with Lucifer Morningstar? If you don’t want to that’s okay.I love your blog! Keep up the good work! Thanks! :)  (@fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13 )
Song: West Coast by Lana Del Rey

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Giving up | A Liam Dunbar imagine

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Y/n P.O.V

You looked down, suddenly taking an interest on your shoes. The tears brimmed at the edge of your eyes, wanting to escape but you didn’t let them. Sighing deeply, there was a knock on your door.

“Y/n, Stiles will be here any min-” Scott, your older brother started as he opened the door then immediately stopped. “Y/n what’s wrong?”

You shrugged before taking a seat on your bed, Scott closely followed. He wrapped his arms around your shoulder and squeezed it gently. “I don’t know any more Scott. I don’t know what i did to make Liam avoid me like I’m the bloody plague, for God’s sake. He won’t even glance at me whenever i walk past him at school and I thought i was supposed to be his girlfriend. I’m confused Scott.” You explained, letting out an aggravated sigh.

Your older brother gave a weak smile, “Y/n, Maybe you should try talking to him today and tell him how you feel. Maybe it will sort things out. I’m not exactly an expert at relationships but I see the way he looks at you, It was the way i looked at Allison.” He reassured before hugging me.

You could tell he was upset by the mentioned of Allison. He had a distant look in his eyes and his forehead creased. There was a sudden honk outside which made him escape his trance. “Come on Y/n, don’t want to keep Stiles waiting.”

It was finally lunch making you cheer lightly to yourself. Your eyes darted around to see that familiar figure until you saw him. Your heartbeat began to rise and you were sure he could hear it as he looked up and met yours.

Finally for the first time in a week he held eye contact for more than one second. As if you was the stimulus of a reflex he quickly turned around walking the other way.

“Liam wait!”

You called after him. Then you took off on a run, as you caught up to him you grabbed his arm making him swiftly turn towards you. His shocked face, stared at you like a deer in the headlights. “Look Y/n, I need t-“

"No Liam. I want to know why you’re avoiding me. Don’t say you’re not because you’re not answering my calls or texts and won’t even talk to me. Every time you see me walk towards you, you turn the other way and you won’t even save me a glance Liam. And i don’t know if we argued or something but whatever I did that is making you avoid me like the plague, I’m sorry. Just please tell me what I did, I promise I’ll make i better. If that’s not what you want, I’ll understand. Just don’t leave me hanging and tell me straight if you don’t want to be with me anymore. I’m sick and tired of waiting and not knowing what I did wrong.” You begged with pleading eyes.

He stood still, his blue orbs searched mine blankly as you panicked. As silence passed the both of you, you sighed with disappointment that he didn’t deny your assumptions.

You had no choice but to walk away, if you didn’t you would’ve broken down right in front of him and you didn’t want that.


Next Day…

You debated whether or not to go to Scott’s game, one reason being Liam was playing too. Sitting in Violets car, in the school parking lot gave you no choice but to go. Violet was not going to take a no for an answer.

"Come on Y/n, let’s sit here.” Violet suggests, and you simply nodded. There were sudden cheers as the Beacon hills players ran into the field. Your gaze darted around and easily found Liam’s jersey.

Even though, you had no clue what the relationship status between you and he was but you wanted him to be safe, due to the fact he was newly bitten. You remembered when Scott was bitten a few years ago, he scared the bloody shit out of you.

You missed Liam. You missed everything about him, his laugh, and his smile. You never understood what you did to make him ignore you like you never existed. You needed answers.

Feeling a tear prickle your eyes, you quickly closed it. “I’m sorry.” You whispered quietly to yourself, hoping Violet never heard. Opening your eyes, the familiar baby blue ones instantly met yours. Everything slowed down as if it was you two. Your breathing began to quicken as your heart clenched.

Without noticing, you began to retreat the benches and towards the car park. You couldn’t handle it anymore and you were hurting.

Y/n!” You quickly turned around at the sound of the familiar voice. Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw Liam jogging towards you.

“Liam what are you doing? You can’t just leave the game? Coach will kill you.” You said, desperately trying to hide the evidence that you were crying.

Liam seemed to notice making his face soften. “Y/n, I saw you leave. Aren’t you going to finished the game?”

You shrugged, “Why are you speaking to me all of a sudden? You’ve been ignoring me for the past week and now you’re speaking to me like nothing’s happened? If you don’t want to me with me, then grow the hell up and tell me or else I have no choice but to give up.”

“To give up on us.”




This is not the Birthday imagine but this imagine has been in my mind for quite a while and the feels are real.

The Birthday imagine will be up tomorrow with a very sad an fluffy Thomas sangster imagine.

Hopefully you liked it and requests are open! Please do send requests, i honestly don’t mind!

Not my gif.


AMW 2016

Leliana - @cassandraapentaghast
Morrigan - @damzoop
Verric - @andromeroo
Anders - @prince-ryouta
Fenris w/ sword - @cheerful-ghost
Fenris w/o sword - @andrsfel
Hawke - @hyperion-hoe
Cullen - @eridiumpoisoned
Cybog - @lordinfinite

If you see yourself please let me know if you’d like to be tagged, so I can do so.


Anime Expo 2015: Fairy Tail Gathering Part 2

Heres some  Nalu cosplay, some Levy and Gajeel, some Jerza, and some EverElf with Mira and Laxus on the side cheering them on.


Lucy: hoshigiri

Freed: iluvfairytail

Mirajane: ask-mirajane-strauss

Levy: jaydeforzetting

Erza: strawberrymilku

If you see yourself in the the pictures let me know and I’ll tag you

Reverse questionnaire - tell me about yourselves!
  • A: Favourite film?
  • B: Favourite food?
  • C: Dream profession?
  • D: What kinds of music do you listen to?
  • E: Where would you go, if you could go anywhere?
  • F: Primary fandom?
  • G: What's something you love about yourself?
  • H: Do you have a "type" of people you're attracted to?
  • I: Favourite colour?
  • J: Pet peeve?
  • K: Favourite animal?
  • L: What do you do to keep entertained?
  • M: What do you do to cheer up?
  • N: What do you do to cheer others up?
  • O: What would you see yourself as if you weren't human?
  • P: What's a happy memory?
  • Q: Favourite holiday?
  • R: Present, past, or future?
  • S: Favourite weather?
  • T: Favourite book?
  • U: What do you consider your best quality?
  • V: Something cool about one of your body parts (including hair, scars, anything on your body at all)
  • W: Are you introverted or extraverted?
  • X: How do you learn best?
  • Y: What is your favourite thing about life, right now or ever?
  • Z: How are you?
stretto malagueña (a dance for two voices)

My prompt for this one was: Skimmons: “We live in adjacent apartments and our bedrooms are on opposite sides of a very thin wall and one night I heard you crying and talked to you through the wall.”

“Stretto malagueña”: stretto means a joining together of two voices; malagueña is a Spanish dance in a gypsy style.

“Fitz, I’m fine,” Jemma forced herself to say. “It was just a bad day.”

“I could come over with pizza and root beer and bad movies,” her best friend offered. “You love pizza and root beer and bad movies.”

“Last time you brought Chainsaw Death House 4 and Gone Girl.”

“And they were both bad.  For different reasons.”

Jemma resisted the urge to bang her head against the wall. “Yes, but you never pick the right bad movies.”

“So I’ll bring the food, you look through your extensive collection of terrible films, and we’ll watch… uhh… When Terry Met Molly – that lesbian rom-com.”

“That is not a movie.”

“Well, it should be,” Fitz replied. “We’re not good at movies, are we?”

“No.  I’m sorry, Fitz,” Jemma went on. “I just want to be alone.”

Fitz hesitated. “Well, okay.  If you’re sure.”

The sound of a blender tore through their conversation.

“Are you making margaritas?” Fitz asked curiously.

Jemma sighed. “No.  It’s the acoustics in this apartment – I can hear literally everything that goes on next door.  Our apartments are laid out in perfect tandem – every room of mine shares a wall with the matching room of hers.”

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