define curls

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So Tumblr doesn’t allow picture formatting to ask answers, whoops.

An anon asked me how2draw hair (’specifically wavy or curly’), and here’s my process.  You really have to draw/paint hair a lot to get an idea of how it should look in my opinion, but hopefully you can glean something from this^ Check the captions for extra tips :)

SWEET DREAMS - model: Gabrielle Richardson - photography: Anairam - beauty editor: Jade Taylor - hair: Sean Michael Bennett - makeup: Lindsey Williams - Nylon February 2017

beauty notes: Nars single eye shadow in night star - Urban Decay afterglow 8-hour powder blush in obsessed - TonyMoly petite bunny gloss bar in bunny 1 - Moroccanoil curl defining cream

her eyes are filled with stars. i spend my time trying to connect the dots and find the constellations floating around her irises.
i found the planets on her body and in her soul. similar to mercury, at first you may confuse her for stars. just like the roman goddess venus, she is known for her love and just like the earth, she is life. she breathes beauty into the world with every exhale. so close, yet so far away. just out of reach, as mars seems to be. she and jupiter have the shortest days of all; perpetual sleepiness sometimes seems to be her defining trait. the curls of her hair are more captivating than saturn’s rings, and all the ice of uranus reminds me of how cold it was the night of our first kiss. and like neptune, she is far from her sunshine.
she is more than the solar system. she is entire universes, a million galaxies in one beautiful girl.
—  galaxy girl

AMAZING LACE - model: Jourdan Dunn & Anais Mali - photography: Victor Demarchelier - fashion editor / styling: Jillian Davison - hair: David Von Cannon - makeup: Sir John - Glamour June 2017

  • on Dunn: Louis Vuitton sweater, pants & sunglasses - on Mali: Dior top & bra
  • beauty note: for textured curls, try Garnier Fructis Curl Shape Defining Spray Gel
Guys My Age

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: Negan visits Alexandria to get under your father’s skin. Instead he finds you with a guy in your bedroom which cause his rage to unleash.

Warnings: Language and Negan’s vulgarness.


Cause you hold me like a woman, in way I’ve never felt before. And it makes me wanna hold on, and it makes me wanna be all yours. Guys my age don’t know how to treat me, don’t know how touch me, don’t know how to love me good.


“So, what’s the deal with that one asshole, Negan?” Carter responded flatly as his fingers brushed along the numerous sight of romance novels that rested in your book shelf; analyzing the different titles.

You snickered to yourself. In fact, he was an asshole but a ridiculously attractive asshole that you couldn’t keep out of your head. In all honesty, you were beginning to become concerned of how and why you found him so captivating. For crying out loud, he murdered both Abe and Glenn who were like uncles to you.

“There’s not much to say. He killed Abraham and Glenn. That’s pretty self explanatory.” You stated bitterly as you stood from your bedside, flipping your silky, defined curls to the opposite side of your cranium.

Lately, if anyone insulted Negan, you blew up in an instant. Though, you chose to believe it was simply a crush on an older man that most girls your age were known to have. But it was quite an age gap considering you were in your early twenties, him looking as if he were in his mid forties.

He chuckled in amusement at your bizarre behavior, walking towards you with a toothy grin. “I know that. Are you alright, (Y/N)?”

You nodded your head nonchalantly. You definitely did not want to give him the idea that speaking negatively of Negan offended you in any way.

“Yes, I’m fine. I think you should go. I don’t think Carl or my dad will be back tonight.” You responded calmly, gesturing towards the door with a slight smile.

You didn’t want to give him the impression you were rude, but having Carl’s friend up in your bedroom was more than awkward.

You watched as a sly smirk plastered along his face, a look of lust embedded in his dark eyes. “I don’t get a goodbye kiss, baby doll?”

You instantly scoffed, widening your eyes at his sudden outburst.

“Carter, what the hell? You’re my brother’s friend. I just thought you and I were good friends.” You pointed out with a disgusted expression as you folded your arms over your petite chest.

He chuckled dryly, his tongue coming in contact with his bottom lip.

Baby, you told me Carl wasn’t here, then led me up to your room. To me, that seems like you wanted to mess around.” He replied with no remorse in his tone, seductively grazing his finger tips along the smooth, exposed skin of your lower abdomen.

You instantly furrowed your eyebrows, pursing your full lips angrily at the audacity he had appeared to expose towards you.

“I was only being nice. I wasn’t trying to sleep with you, dumbass. You’re a year younger than me.”

He laughed at your comment, “What? You like older guys? Shit, what do they have that I don’t?”

He forcefully grabbed your waist, pulling you against his body hungrily.

Even though he was younger, he was much more stronger than you which was an astonishment to you.

“Carter, fucking stop.” You hissed through gritted teeth, suddenly feeling his rough lips against yours.

Abruptly, you heard several loud knocks at the door causing you to jump out of your skin.

“I need to answer the door.” You growled impatiently, clawing his chest in order for him to release you.

“One more kiss.” He suggested with an arrogant smirk, placing more kisses along your lips that were moist from his salvia.

Once you gave in and kissed him back, you heard whistling that was familiar to you.

Rick! Where the fuck are you, prick?”

Negan.

Your stomach instantly churned from nervousness and excitement.

“Oh my god, Negan.” You muttered in fright, motioning for him to get off you.

Your door slung open where Negan was welcomed to a guy with his hands all over you.

“N-Negan.” You gasped in embarrassment causing Carter to instantly bolt towards the door until Negan stopped him by pressing the very tip of Lucille against his skull.

“Well, damn baby girl, I was stopping by to greet your father and his minion’s, but realize they’re gone and I find you instead with a boy up in hands all over that irresistible, little body. Do you know how fucking pissed that makes me? Or how pissed your daddy’o would be?” He pressed Lucille against Carter’s skull once more, lifting his head with the bat higher.

“Man, I’m sorry. I’ll leave. Please let me go.” Carter pleaded with tears in his eyes from the fear of what Negan was capable of.

Negan chuckled in amusement, “What a pussy. (Y/N), baby, why would you want a little boy like this when you can have a man?”

Your heart fluttered with anxiety as you watched the scenario play before your eyes. “Negan, just let him go.”

As much as you couldn’t stand Carter, you didn’t want to see him die in humiliation in front of the two of you.

A chuckle escaped his mouth as a smirk formed along his pink lips. “Fine. Asshole, go sit outside on the porch. I’ll meet you in a bit out there and we’ll have a little chat.”

Carter instantly bolted out the door where Negan stood, placing his weight onto Lucille as his eyes skimmed over your figure lustfully.

“You know, Negan, I don’t want him,” You began as you bit your lower lip shyly.

He watched in amazement, a smirk laying upon his lips. “Why’s that?”

“Guys my age don’t know how to treat me, but I know you could.”

He smirked devilishly, his large gloved hand caressing your rosy cheek.

“Princess, I can do many, many damn things that a little boy couldn’t do for you.”

Your heart pounded anxiously as he wrapped his arms around your tiny waist, beginning to tease you by barely pressing his lips against yours.

“Do you want me to show you? You know, if you’re agreeable to it.” He inquired, slouching back with his usual smirk.

“I do.” You purred, allowing him to drop you onto your desk.

He wrapped your legs around his waist as his lips greeted yours sensually, his fingers tangling in your thick locks of hair.

“Negan.” You gasped in satisfaction causing him to place his finger against your lips to make you silent.

“Wait, that little bitch..Carter, is it?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he waited for a reply.

“He’s waiting out there for a chat and Lucille is thirsty.” You watched as a twisted smirk toyed upon his lips as he gripped Lucille, walking out of your bedroom.

Lust Spilt from Mason Jars

Painting was Levi’s worst habit.

He wished he could stop painting the blues and greens of those ocean irises and sunkissed skin sitting vulnerably in front of him. He wished he could stop, but he knows that he can’t. He was in too deep - too addicted to those chocolate mocha curls, the defined muscles that curved and mended his body, the bonfire scent that never failed to stimulate and heighten his senses, the raspy morning voice that seemed to always tumble out through those lustrous looking lips. He was hooked - completely enraptured and addicted to this man. And none of it was his to own. This man was a desire made to be off limits.

Eren was like an endangered species, a rare and exotic mammal worshipped and praised in a world filled with power thirsty men. He was the branches of the tropical trees reaching for the rich, moist air of the Amazon rain forest - the dew drops slipping off the fresh, greenery leaves and into the rich soil of the Earth. He was the desperate intake of air when rising from the depths of Washington’s freezing waters. He was an area of unknown wonders. An area of vast curiosity. A mystery.

On the other hand, Levi was - well he was the crumpled piece of paper at the bottom of his plastic blue dented trash can. The plastic blue dented trash can in his overcrowded room of pencil shavings and unfinished canvases. He was the smeared smoky watercolors staining the cold concrete flooring of his studio, the sketchy amateur lines inscribed into the massive piles of sketchbooks on his overly cramped desk of spilt mason jars and matted paint brushes. He was an uncompleted mess of cheap clutter - a hoarder, a waste of space.

He wished he could limit the amount of hours that he spent in his studio painting and perfecting those colors flourishing in his eyes, trying to convey the same range of sea green and cerulean blues swimming behind those thick black lashes.

There was just something about those sultry eyes staring back at him all posed and lazy on the stupid old rickety stool he bought from a yard sale but never had the guts to get rid of. He was a true hoarder of the meaningless things, the things that were never picked up by outstretched hands for their cheap outlook. Just like him. Cheap and meaningless.

He looked down at his canvas and cleared his dry throat, his eyes reverting back to the model posed in front of him. He wanted to paint this otherworldly man in red - in the color of passion and lust. He wanted to be the air filling Eren’s lungs that filtered through his body with every intake and exhale leaving his nose. He wanted to be the six hundred dollar trench coat clenched loosely in his white collared fingers just so he could feel him mold around the crevices of his naked skin and drown in his sweltering heat. He wanted to invade every inch of space between Eren’s widespread legs dressed in ripped light washed cutoffs so he could watch their shadows play out the joint connection of their bodies moving and joining in sweet ecstasy. He wanted to be painted in his red.

Levi took in Eren’s full parted lips letting out wisps of generous breaths and listened to the labored breathing of his healthy lungs tumbling through his smooth fleshy pink lips, completely entranced by his caramel chiseled chest slowly inhaling and exhaling. He swallowed.

“Something the matter, Levi? You look…distracted.”

Levi licked his lips and lifted his eyes to settle on Eren’s sculpted jawline and sharp nose. He didn’t want to risk looking into his tantalizing glare. He didn’t want to be tempted by the golden treasures lost at deep sea.

“No…I was…um-” He tsked and furrowed his thin brows in annoyance. Why wasn’t he able to speak? He was a fucking thirty year old man. Not a blubbering fifteen year old.

“Taking a short break?” Eren offered, his voice low, gruff, and dangerously husky.

Levi tightened his sweaty fingers around the paintbrush in his hand and shifted his eyes onto his canvas. “I…” He swallowed and licked his dry lips. Why was it so hard to speak to him today?

When he heard the familiar creaking of the stupid old rickety stool and the soft padding of Eren’s bare feet on the smoky water colored concrete flooring of his studio, Levi felt his heart clench and punch against his ribcage. Fuck.

“Levi.”

No, I’m not…I can’t-

Mr. Ackerman.” He whispered.

Levi felt his cheeks redden. Why did he have to go and say shit like that? There was a reason to why he told him not to call him by that, and it was specifically for this reason. He scrunched his nose up. The little shit was probably doing it on purpose.

“We should continue this tomorrow,” Levi muttered, quickly putting away his utensils and color palettes. “You have a meeting in thirty minutes anyways.” He continued, his voice calm and collected. The complete opposite to what he was feeling on the inside.

“Then I’ll cancel it.”

Levi deepened the furrow of his eyebrows and gnawed on his lip. “Well, Hanji is supposed to be coming-” He started before Eren grabbed his chin and turned his face to look at him, his eyes meeting his in an instant.

Shit.

Levi let out a sharp breath and felt his cheeks burn tremendously as Eren’s thumb caressed his bottom lip, continuing to keep their eyes on each other as Eren slowly pulled down his lip. Just when he was starting to lean down, Levi freaked out and moved to grab onto his portable cart of paint to back away from him, but instead pulled it down with him. He panicked and fell out of his stool, spilling all of his bottles of paint onto him and on the floor in all kinds of colors. Levi cursed and wiped a good amount of paint from his eyes as he stared down at the mess he made. Why was he always like this? It was like his whole life was born to be a mess from the very beginning.

Just as he was about to sit up, Eren’s warm hands grasped onto his face and pushed him back down onto the floor, climbing over his body. Levi could feel the spilt paint seeping into his hair and clothes and clenched his jaw. He felt filthy. Disgusting.

He should be getting up to get a change of clothes and jumping into the shower right this second, but with the presence of Eren over his body, he thought otherwise. Besides, he hardly ever got the chance to be this close to Eren and still have the ability to get away with it. It was like a blessing - as if he was in the presence of a deity, a god.

Levi pressed his paint covered hands on Eren’s bare chest and pushed. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, trying not to focus on how Eren’s hot skin felt under his cold palms. “I will not be responsible for replacing your expensive fucking pants if you end up getting paint on them.”

Eren chuckled. “I don’t plan on it. Besides…” He started, briefly looking down at Levi’s painted lips before he inched down and brushed his mouth over Levi’s, purposefully coating his lips in a dark shade of blue.

“I don’t mind getting dirty.”

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“It’s not like I missed you or anything.”


The knock on his door had come out of the blue, but Flint would have been lying if he said he hadn’t spent many long hours picturing this exact moment in excruciating detail, in infinite forms, hoping for it and then trying his best to keep those hopes small and tempered. And yet, here they were: Flint stepping aside as his former quartermaster hopped past him into his dingy little hallway, as though not a day had passed since they had shared a cabin and a ship and a crew. Silver looked almost unchanged from the last time Flint had seen him. A little cleaner, perhaps, and more well-groomed, just, but looking as though he had simply stepped out of Flint’s memories like a ghost of a past life. Flint wondered, just briefly, whether he might be having some sort of funny turn after all, and what it might suggest that this is what his mind had chosen to conjure. But then Silver stopped and turned to face him, and Flint could see the faint smattering of freckles on his nose, and could smell the salt air clinging to his clothes, and he knew that those were vivid details beyond the capacity of even his wild imagination.

“You look different,” Silver said, at exactly the same moment that Flint said, “You look the same.”

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Bloom

70

I’d decided to book a week off work, with no ulterior motive than to just have some time off. Just giving myself a little room to breathe, some time to clear my head, to relax and immerse myself in having no worries and doing absolutely nothing; to be blissfully un-busy.
By the Monday afternoon I was bored.

I was stood looking around my flat in silence, arms folded, bottom lip extended, and it was only in that moment that I realised being un-busy didn’t really suit me. Not anymore. Maybe when I was younger, it was fine, but after having a full-time job and living on my own had awoken this need in me to actually keep myself busy.

“Well fuck.” I mumbled to myself. “This is rubbish.”

I’d made such a fuss about taking the time off. Dave had once again been reluctant, but I’d fought another battle and he’d finally caved. I couldn’t ring up and just be like I’ve changed my mind because he’d laugh and get smug, and I’d spend the rest of the week at that sat at that desk being utterly miserable.
I needed to try and make the most of this time off.
I picked up my phone and clicked on my recent calls, finding Harry’s name within seconds and then pressing it, holding the phone up to my ear and praying he’d be free. The rest of the gang were at work, Mo was working, and Harry was one of my final hopes.
He answered pretty quickly.

“Hey, you.” His tender voice called.

“Hi! You okay?”

“I’m great, how are you?”

“I’m alright, but I’m bored. I booked a week off work and I have no idea why. I’m like… four hours in and I’m bored out of my mind.”

He released a low chuckle, a slight shuffling sound pushing through my speakers, and I could picture his dimpled smile perfectly.

“You regretting it?” He asked.

“Well, that depends. Are you working?”

“No, um, I’m working the weekend so I have today and tomorrow off. You wanna do something?”

“I need to do something.”

“So you’re using me for entertainment?”

“Are you complaining?” I raised my brows.

“Not at all.”

I smiled down to the floor, blushing somewhat, pleased that he didn’t mind that he was now on my list of people who I wanted to spend my time with. Harry was happy that I was choosing him to keep me occupied; to extinguish my boredom.

“Good. You better not be.” I cooed. “So, what can we do?”

“I was thinking the other day, about the book you got me for Christmas. I was looking through it. I still love it, by the way.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

“But I was also thinking… you never took me down to that bookstore. Where you got it from. You said you would.”

“I did.” I giggled.

“So let’s go, and we’ll take the day from there.”


71

I was looking at Harry rather than looking at the literature.
His eyes were glistening as he glanced over the words of a giant book he’d picked out, something historical that looked ridiculously complicated and ridiculously heavy.
But he looked so happy.
Stood among the poetry and wonder of the written word, Harry Styles looked exquisitely blissful, his smile affectionate, his curls defined, eyes alight and heart heavy. He looked wonderful. Truly beautiful.
I concentrated on his large hands as he flicked through a few more pages, running his hands down the paper and inhaling the scent of the book in his hands and those that surrounded him.
The bookstore was tiny, and every single shelf looked like it could fall apart at any second under the weight of the books they’d homed. Every single inch of the place needed painting, or at least dusting, but it was perfect. It felt like home whenever I walked in. Dodging down those tiny little aisles and searching for hidden treasures was one of my favourite things to do.
Harry seemed to be enjoying it too.

“I need this book.” He sighed wistfully. “But we have entire day planned, and it’s just gunna weigh me down, isn’t it?”

“It looks heavy.”

“It’s pretty fucking heavy.” He nodded, placing it back on the shelf. “I’ll have to come back another day. I hope it’s not gone.”

“It won’t be. I’m pretty sure Arthur only has about ten people who come in here. He knows everyone by name. He’s great.”

“Well, I need to meet him.”

“You do. C’mon.”

I instinctively took his hand in mine, pulling him towards the back of the store, whispering a timid curse to myself when I noticed Harry tightened his fingers around my hand. I thought back to when we’d shared a taxi just over a week ago, and found our fingers intertwining, and it had felt like the most normal thing in the world.
It didn’t feel normal in the light of day without a drink in me. I could tell that it was weird that I’d just naturally take his hand in mine and think barely anything of it. I found that my fingers wove through his like silk, our touches easing together.
And even though I was silently cringing as I dragged him in the right direction, wondering how we’d ended up being that way together, I still didn’t want to pull my hand from his. I liked that I could feel his thumb rubbing against my skin, like a silent comfort. I liked that my hand was stretched to suit the size of his grasp.
I liked everything about it.

“Arthur!” I yelled gently.

We stood behind the tiny counter at the back, our hands still linked, and a few moments later he pottered through the back door, his glasses falling off the end of his nose before he pushed them back up, bringing the two of us into focus.

“Florence!” His smile grew with the word. “Where’ve you been?”

“I’ve been busy, but I’ve still been raving about this place, don’t worry.” I giggled. “I brought a friend of mine. This is Harry.”

Harry automatically reached his hand across the counter to the frail man, who reached back, and his smile warmed my soul.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” Harry greeted.

“I can’t remember the last time someone called me sir.” Arthur chuckled, gently shaking his hand.

“I told Harry all about this place. He’s been very eager to visit.”

“You have a lovely store.” Harry returned his hand to his side, squeezing my own hand with his other. “It’s a great collection.”

“Thank you. I’m very glad you like it. What’s your name again, sorry?”

“Harry.”

“And are you Florence’s boyfriend?”

“No!” He replied quickly, the two of us speedily tearing our touch apart. “We’re just um… We’re good friends.”

Arthur let out a soft snigger, shaking his head at the two of us. I glanced up to Harry, seeing the quizzical look in his eyes, and the sweet smile on his lips.

“Yeah, I’ve read enough novels to know how that turns out.” Arthur finally said.

“You must have been reading some cheesy novels.” I tried to diminish the weight of the words he’d just said.

“All the great novels are.” He concluded.

Freckles of pink were blooming in Harry’s cheeks, a meadow of flushed roses crafting upon his soft skin as he looked towards his feet, bashful and giddy over just a few words.
My stomach bounced watching him.
My head ached watching him.
I’d told myself that I wanted to enter this new stage of our friendship with an open mind and an open heart, but it still felt completely bizarre when my stomach would flip over such minor tremors in his body, how sometimes even just a few words from his lovely lips could make my heart beat a little harder. It wasn’t a feeling I was accustom to. Watching him often felt like watching the sunset. This feeling that was overwhelming, consuming, magnificent and warm, like his splendid glow could illuminate every single person within reach of his light.
No one else had that effect on me. I knew that.

“Uh, I… It was lovely to meet you.” Harry choked, snapping me back to reality as I turned to look away from him. “I’m sure I’ll see you very soon.”

“Have a lovely day.” He wished.

“Thanks again, Arthur.” I said, gradually turning on my heel.

It was like I felt like being outdoors would clear my head, like I could just forget Arthurs knowing snigger and that Harry would no longer feel like a warm sunset, but just like every other person in my life. I thought being outside would wash away those couple of minutes that had made me feel so weird and flustered. I felt like I’d gotten lost in a world I wasn’t familiar with, maybe one of the worlds from one of the surrounding novels.
But when I finally got outside, I turned to watch Harry quickly following, his cheeks still pink.
It was my universe.
They were my feelings.
Accompanied by the sound of seagulls, and the boats that were pulled into the docks on my left hand side, I began marching down the street, thinking I was moving with speed, but it took no effort for Harry to keep up with me. Harry and his stupid, long legs.

“You alright?” He asked me.

I knew he’d pick up on something, because Harry was used to slowing his pace down to accommodate for me. I was running away again, like I always did, but I was trying to keep it discrete.

“I’m fine.” I shuddered, not turning to face him.

“You sure?”

Suddenly, I stopped, halting abruptly and taking a few deep breaths, forcing myself to just take a moment and calm down, because I was getting worked up.
Harry came and stood ahead of me, his brows creased as he looked down to me.

“My sisters having an engagement party next month.” I gasped.

“Right?”

“I don’t think I’m gunna go.” I focused my gaze on the ground.

“Why?”

“What the fuck has she ever done for me?”

I was taking one emotion and twisting it into another. I had been completely dumbfounded by those unfamiliar thoughts of Harry, and I couldn’t deal with them. So, I altered where my thoughts were, turning his potion into poison and conjuring up the thought of my sister.

“What?” Harry was completely thrown off course by my tone.

“She hasn’t ever done anything for me.” I was shaking. “And-and we’re not even close. I want her to feel fucking miserable when I don’t show, because she’s never done anything for me.”

I was working myself into a frenzy, barely pausing to breathe as I rushed through my words, barely even noting what I was saying. I just felt like I needed to say something; anything to take my mind to somewhere new.

“I think she’d be upset, if you didn’t show, Ren.” Harry spoke gently.

“Good!” I cried. “I want her to be upset!”

“Is that the type of person you’re gunna be? Really? The type of person who repeats hurtful actions rather than loving ones?”

I raised my head and looked at him, noticing that my bitter words had clearly left a bad taste in his mouth.
The girl stood in front of him wasn’t the girl he knew.
She wasn’t someone I knew, either.
Throughout all the years of being beaten down by my family, I’d never let it grow into a resentment. I’d never let it develop into something where I felt the need to beat them down, too.

“I… I dunno.” I finally breathed.

“You shouldn’t want to stoop to her level, Ren. You’ve always made a conscious effort to rise above that bullshit. Don’t change now! Don’t mimic her! Your only intention here is to hurt her, and that’s not you! I know it’s not.”

He was desperately trying to get through to me, trying to push out this weird anger that had just forced itself upon me.

“I… I don’t want to hurt anyone.” I muttered.

“Then don’t hurt her. You… You should go. Do what you’ve always done and rise above it. I know it must be easy, for me to say that,” He sighed. “But you… You’re an amazing person, Ren. I admire you, genuinely. Stay true to yourself, please. You’ve come so far.”

I nodded, swallowing harshly, feeling sad that I’d let an anger fall over me and be the most prominent feeling I had.
I knew I’d never been good at handling my emotions, but in that moment, I completely lost myself, just in an attempt not to deal with something that I was feeling.

“Will you come with me?” I asked him.

“Huh?”

“To-to her engagement-do? It’s okay if you don’t want to, but, you made things easier over Christmas. And I’m guessing it’ll be the first time I see my mum and dad since. So, I dunno. I think I’d just like it if you were there.”

He was silent for a while, rubbing the back of his hand over one of his tired eyes.
Suddenly, all I could think about was if he’d had another tough night, another evening of restless sleep, and no one there to comfort him.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” He huffed. “I mean, they think we’ve broke up. Wouldn’t it be weird?”

My eyes went wide, my fingers finding the material of my coat and pulling on it, mumbling to myself a little before I managed to blurt out a sentence.

“Uh… Well… The thing is… I actually never told my parents we broke up.” His head whipped to me as soon as I said that. “I just… I never got round to it… Or… Fuck it, I just didn’t want to tell them. I wanted them to think we were still together.”

I watched a smile force itself upon his lips, and a few seconds later he just burst out laughing, turning on his heel and marching in the other direction, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head.

“What?” I cried, doing a little jog to catch up with him. “What?”

I looked up to the side of his face, his dimple digging into his cheek and his nose beginning to crinkle, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“It’s just funny.” He shrugged. “Because I never told my parents we split up either.”


72

I could tell that Harry was smug about the fact that he was sat on the opposite side of the bar than he usually was, Louis shaking his head at the two of us as he made us a second lot of cocktails, once again, free of charge.
Harry had a smirk etched into his face the entire time.

“I’m gunna slap you!” Louis scalded.

Why?” Harry played innocent.

“You’re very pleased with yourself, aren’t you? That you’re not working and I am.”

“It’s just fun! I never come into work unless I’m actually working. I like it.”

“I fucking don’t.”

Louis and Harry could have been mean to each other all night, and it would still be painfully obvious how much they cared for each other. Louis had been one of the few people that Harry trusted when it came to his dreams, and that made me like him automatically. I had met Louis a few times, and of course I liked him anyway, but that fact merely increased how highly I thought of him.
He gave Harry the middle finger, but it was still ridiculously endearing.

“How’ve you been, Ren?” He turned to me, lifting his eyebrows, very suggestive.

It was a little strange, knowing that whenever our friends saw us spending time together, they would automatically predict we were getting back together. Whenever one of them gave me a look, like the one Louis just had, I really wanted to burst and tell them that we’d never been together. I was trying to figure out how I felt about Harry, and I could have really done with being able to do that without my friends and his friends eyeing our every move. It seemed to put all of our movements under a magnifying glass, and when I was trying to keep things realistic and simple, I didn’t like my feelings and my actions being amplified by others.

“I’ve been good. How have you been, Louis?”

“Other than having to work with this horrible bastard,” He gestured towards Harry. “I’ve been pretty good.”

“And you’re not feeling even just a little bit sad that you’re not on this side, drinking with us?” I smirked, batting my eyelashes.

“You’re as bad as each other you two!” He slammed our drinks in front of us. “I gotta go serve. I’ll be back in a minute. And you both better start being nice to me!”

He scurried off to his left, attending to a woman who was leaning across the bar, probably just in the hope of being a little closer to him, squishing her breasts together and smiling dumbly.
It didn’t surprise me when I saw Louis pass over his card to her after preparing her order.

“Today was good.” Harry smiled, drawing my eyes back to him. “Will you be bored tomorrow, too? We could do something.”

“You not bored of me?” I raised my brows.

“That’s never gunna happen.”

Once again, I found my head dropping, unable to look him in the eye as I giggled to myself, overcome by his aura once again.
I just wasn’t used to boys looking at me in the way that Harry did. I wasn’t used to having a boy watch me with low eyes and a huge smile, or the way he always sat close to me, held himself as close as possible. I was used to either being a temporary interest to a charmless male, or a despondent sidepiece to a boy who didn’t really care about me.
When Harry looked at me and said certain things, sometimes it felt otherworldly.
I looked back up, finally thinking up a suitable comeback which could get a laugh out of him and make it easier to ignore how flustered I’d become, but the words died in my mouth.
I watched as a girl came and tapped Harry on the shoulder, inviting him to turn and see her, and she was quite the sight.

“Sorry for interrupting, but don’t you work here?” She asked him.

“Uh… Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“I’ve seen you before.” She took it upon herself to sit in the seat beside him. “You look different with your hair down.”

“I hope that’s a compliment.” Harry turned so he wasn’t just facing me, accepting the girls company.

She had these beautiful, giant blue eyes, long blonde hair that reached almost down to her hips, and the friendliest smile in the world. Even I felt a little captivated by her. I wouldn’t have blamed Harry if he’d opted to completely turn away from me.

“It’s definitely a compliment. Even though, you look good with your hair up, too.”

I could feel that my hands were forming into a fist, a large intake of air pushing into my nostrils, and I turned away from the interaction. I almost felt sick.

“Uh, thank you.” Harry nodded.

“So, I saw you hand one of those cards out the other night,” She continued, leaning a little closer. “Does that mean you’re single?”

I glanced to her again, annoyed because she was being ridiculously polite and she seemed frustratingly lovely and yet I still felt like telling her to fuck off. I couldn’t even understand what was happening, other than the fact that I hated the thought of him handing his number out, and I hated the thought of this girl speaking to him in the way she was.
And I hated the thought of Harry sleeping with some girl that he didn’t even care about.
Because this was how I imagined it had gone. He’d been in a bar, maybe he’d even been working, and some random girl had approached him and flirted with him, and put her body on his, and he’d accepted her affections. He’d accepted them so openly that he’d lost his virginity to her, probably without her knowledge that it wasn’t a meaningless one night stand to him. He’d lost something within a woman who wasn’t aware of what she was taking, and I hated that.
I really fucking hated it.

“Uh, yeah.” Harry eventually answered, seemingly slightly uncomfortable as he cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m single.”

“Then, can I have one of those cards?” She questioned.

I looked away again, raising my glass upward and putting the tip of the straw in my mouth, noticing from the corner of my eyes as Harry leant forward slightly, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans to retrieve a card for her.
My hands started to shake.
I completely looked away, glancing down to the other side of the bar, seeing the faces of happy drinkers who weren’t fazed by this girl. Fuck, I shouldn’t have been fazed by her, but I was. I didn’t want to think about all the reasons I was bothered by her, because it was too overwhelming for me to handle, but she was really fucking bothering me, and if I thought for a second that I had a single leg to stand on, I would have asked her to leave him alone.

“I’ll call you.” I heard her say. “What’s your name?”

“Harry.”

“I’m Genevieve.”

“Nice to meet you.” He mumbled.

“I hope to see more of you soon.”

I plucked up the courage to look again, watching as she walked away, checking back over her shoulder to shoot him one last friendly smile, and then she went to join her friends again.
Harry ran a hand through his hair before twisting on his chair again to face me, and he seemed a little stuck for something to say.

“She was pretty.” I squeaked, my voice unnaturally high, my eyes on my drink.

“Ren-”

“But I’m sure you’re used to it. Handing out your card. Must be a nice confidence boost.”

“Look at me.”

“You must really-”

“Ren, look at me!” He almost yelled.

I turned to face him, biting my tongue and trying not to scrunch my nose, watching him look at my face and figure out my exact emotion.

“What?” I asked.

“Are you jealous?”

“No.” I didn’t know I was lying, but I was.

“If I had known you were going to get jealous, I wouldn’t have done that.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong!” I squawked. “I’m fine!”

“You’re a terrible liar!” He half laughed. “Are you jealous? Just tell me!”

“I don’t know!” I yelped. “I don’t know how I feel!”

I could feel myself getting worked up and frustrated, but then I saw him smiling, this huge grin popping his lips upwards, the feeling began to wash away.

“You’re jealous.”

“Why is that funny to you?”

“Just… You. You’re jealous about me with someone else. I… I didn’t think I’d ever see the day.”

“It doesn’t mean anything!” I argued.

“It means something.” He fought back. “I don’t know what, exactly. Not yet. But it means something.”

“It’s just rude to flirt like that when you have company.” I shrugged, still reluctant to accept that I’d felt a large dosage of jealousy.

“Then I won’t do it again.” He was still grinning like a fool. “I’ll focus all my flirting on you, if that’s what you want.”

“Don’t be stupid, Harry.”

“Okay.” He held his hand up in surrender. “Whatever you say.”

I’d given Harry another reason to be smug, because as much as I was denying it, not just to him but to myself, I was exceptionally jealous about that girl, and how she’d spoke to him, and how she’d acted with him, and the fact that he’d willingly handed over his number in the way he had.
I stirred my drink with straw, whispering my next statement, because maybe I didn’t fully want him to hear it.

“I don’t think I have any right to be jealous.”

He reached out to me, taking my hand and wrapping his own around it, and his touch managed to sooth the shakes that I’d had since she approached him.

“Don’t let anyone, or anything, convince you that the way you feel isn’t justified.” He soothed.

With a deep inhale, I nodded, wondering why everyone in my life was having to teach me how I should deal with my emotions. I’d become so accustom to running from them, so used to looking the other way and simplifying intricate things.
But the main thing was that I was taking all those lessons on board, and even if my progress was slow, things were finally starting to sink in. That was what mattered the most to me.


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“How many days until Christmas?” Harry asked me as we turned onto my street.

“What?” I laughed, buttoning up my coat now that the wind was crashing into us directly.

“How many days until Christmas?”

“I don’t bloody know!” I laughed. “Loads. Why?”

“I wanna sing Fairytale of New York to you.”

“Oh god. I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Yes you do!” He objected. “Don’t lie! I know you loved it.”

I had loved it, though I didn’t really want to tell him that, and it was only the 20th of March for crying out loud. I wasn’t ready to hear that bloody song yet.
Even if it was Harry drunkenly trying to sing the words again.
Neither of us were too drunk, but I knew Harry had consumed enough that he would be able to get a decent night’s sleep, and I liked that. He deserved to have a lovely night’s sleep.
I felt like maybe Harry deserved a lot of things he didn’t have.

“You’re a fool.” I told him.

“What are we doing tomorrow?” He asked next.

“Who said we’re doing anything?” I cried.

“Me. I demand that we spend the day together.”

“You demand?” I cried.

“Yes. I demand.”

I laughed to myself as I held the door open for him, letting him inside my building again.
I’d told him I’d be fine getting home on my own, but once again, Harry had been pretty insistent that he got me home and made sure I was safe. I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t fight it, just asked if we could walk. Maybe I just wanted a bit of extra time with him.
We took the few flights of stairs, and suddenly we’d ran out of words. It must have been one of the first times all day that I’d struggled for something to say. Even when I’d been overwhelmed by my feelings and even when I’d gotten jealous of that girl, I’d still managed to blurt something out, because speaking to Harry was incredibly easy for me.
Even though we weren’t speaking, I noticed as we wandered up the stairs, that he was still smiling, and I smiled in return.
We reached my floor too quickly, our wonderful day together coming to an end, and even though I hadn’t actually said I’d spend the next day with him, I couldn’t help but think that as soon as I awoke, I would call him and make some kind of plan with him.

“Thank you, for today.” I spoke quietly as we walked down the corridor.

“Ren, can you just… stop… for a minute? Please?”

Suddenly his tone had dropped, and his smile was gone. The seriousness in his voice made my stomach churn, but I did as he asked. I stopped, standing still and turning to face him, seeing the way he closed the gap between us, his eyes down to his feet, moving his body closer to mine.
I took a few steps back, shuddering under the intense atmosphere, almost collapsing as he lifted his head and focused his eyes against mine.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered.

“I need to know how you feel.”

“Wh-what?”

“Ren, if you feel anything for me, please let me know.”

“Har-”

“Because if you feel something for me, then I want to do this differently.”

I distanced even more, my back crashing against the wall behind me, but Harry pushed ever closer, the front of his body almost greeting mine as I looked up into his olive eyes, his face sombre.

“Do what differently?”

“If you feel something for me, then I want to do this properly. I want to… take you out on a date. I want to… know that I can hold your hand when we walk down the street together. Fuck, I want to hold your hand all the time.”

“You do?” I trembled.

“If this is just a friendship, that’s fine… But, it feels like it’s not. It really fucking feels like there’s something here, and if there is then I want to do this properly. I need to know how you feel. Please tell me how you feel.”

My breathing was coming out in harsh pants, desperate to run again, but I think that’s why he cornered me. He knew me well enough that if I could just walk away from it, I would. So he didn’t let me.
He raised his hand, cupping my cheek with his large hand, running his thumb under my eye and waiting for me to say something to him, to open up and tell him how I felt.

“I-I’m confused.” I nudged my cheek further into his touch.

“I feel like the only reason you’re confused about this, is because you’re still convinced that I don’t want you. Well, I’m here, now, and I’m telling you I do. I do want you.”

I told him that I would do this, that I would accept this new stage of our friendship, but I think one of the reasons I was still in confused, and hesitant, was because I had convinced myself that Harry wouldn’t feel anything towards me. As much as I was trying to grow, it still didn’t seem right to me that a boy like Harry could want a girl like me. I hadn’t let myself truly see that as an option.
Not until that very moment.
He was there, edging closer and closer to me, so close I could feel his breath against my lips. He was rubbing soothing circles over the skin on my face, and he was telling me he wanted me. He didn’t want a fake relationship with me, he didn’t just want the girl who comforted him in the middle of the night when he was scared.
He wanted me.

“Can… Can we go inside, please?” I quaked. “Can we go inside and talk about this? Just… sit down and talk about everything?”

“Fuck, Ren… I don’t want you to think I’m trying to rush you. I’m not trying to rush you, fuck. I just want… fuck.”

“You’re not rushing me.” I moved my hand, lacing my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. “It’s fine. Let’s… Let’s just go and talk.”

He nodded, biting his bottom lip before he finally pulled away from me, distancing our lips once more, and I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about it.
I smashed my head back against the wall, trying to find the stamina to move and follow him as he made his way towards the door to my flat, running his hand through his hair. I stayed in my spot and watched him, clearly trying to soothe his racing mind, rolling his shoulders before he reached out for my door handle.

“Ren, you didn’t fucking lock it again.” He managed to chuckle.

That made me laugh too, finally feeling normal enough to distance from the wall and walk the small distance down towards him.

“Woops.” I giggled.

“You’re such-”

I watched his face drop as soon as he pushed the door fully open, standing on the outside and looking into my flat with dead eyes.
I stopped myself still, just seeing his reaction.

“What’s wrong?” I gasped.

“Ren… I… Fuck.”

I quickly ran to his side, panicked as I approached him and turned, looking into my flat in the same way he was.
It wasn’t hard to miss what had made him react that way.
It was easier to see how trashed the place was at first, how things were strewn all over the hall, my TV shattered on the floor beside my door.
I took a step inside, slowly turning to look into my living room.
That’s when it became clear that most of my possessions, the ones that were easy enough to carry, were missing.
That’s when it became clear that my complete ineptness had resulted in my flat being burgled.

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anonymous asked:

what does 'wear her curls out' mean?? did she not already have curly hair in season 2?? i dunno, i feel like she did

almost every time you see a female character with “curly” hair, her hair’s been straightened and then run through a curling iron to change what the hair looks like naturally. naturally curly hair is more frizzy and there’s less of a defined shape than curled hair. maggie has curly hair but it’s almost always curled. when i say “wear her curls out” i mean wear it how it looks naturally.

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Sorry to bother you but could you do headcanons about Logan having a s/o with curly hair pretty please thanks I love your blog 😘

  • Logan wasn’t particular one to cuddle but in the rare moments in which the two of you did enjoy each other’s embrace Logan would rest his cheek against the top of your head, your curls providing a nice cushion.
  • In the mornings while you were fluffing you hair out he would come by and lightly tug at a spiral, watching it bounce back into place before he told you to scoot over so he could shave.
  • Logan would never admit it, but he loved the way your curls bounced when you talked really animatedly about something. They were like springs, bouncing ecstatically with every word you uttered.
  • He’s just as protective about your hair as you are. Anyone who so much as raises a hand to touch your hair without permission, ran the risk of getting their chopped off.
  • “If you want to keep that hand, I suggest you put it right back down, bub.” he was intimidating enough to make anyone take a few steps back. You’d smile a little to yourself and lean a little closer into him.
  • Despite his fears of hurting you, you feel safest at his side.
  • He finds your wash day process incomprehensibly tedious.
  • “Well what is this for then?” he’d question. “That defines my curls. Keeps things from being too much of a mess.” “I thought you just washed it and you were done?” “Sure I guess I could be, but  the extra steps keep my hy hair soft and shiny.”
  • If you ask really nicely, and you’re absolutely alone sometimes he’ll take you wide tooth comb and pull it through little sections of your wet curls.
  • Sometimes you fall asleep in the process. He’s so gentle that the action is only soothing.
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So there’s talk that Shea Moisture is changing their formula to cater to white/straight hair and I’ve definitely noticed a difference in their products.

The first picture is from last year with the first products I bought, my hair was so much healthier and my curl pattern was stronger.

The second picture is from February after buying new bottles, my hair looks dry and my curls aren’t defined.

The third picture is from last week after switching back to my old shampoo/conditioner that I had leftovers of. My curls are more defined + I’ve just added cantu products to replace my shea leave-in products and my hair looks more moisturized now

Yoongi 3:

Your alarm went off right as your mom screamed telling you to wake up “Honey. First day of school!” she was too cheerful this early in the morning. You groaned looking at your phone. It was 7 am which meant you had an hour to get dressed, because walking to your school took no longer than 15 minutes. After showering, you decided to flat iron your hair. You had defined curls which you always flat ironed. Yoongi never saw your natural curls. Everyone used to comment how beautiful they are but you preferred straight hair because straight hair made you look less innocent and sexier. You quickly threw on your skinny jeans, white ruffled top, and pink heels. Thank goodness this school has no dress code.

Walking out of the room you were met with your mother’s voice “honey, let me give you a ride” she offered. “No thanks mom, I’ll walk” you said grabbing your purse. “You look so cute” she commented. You spin for her acting like a model “I don’t think the heels are a good idea” she said “Bye mom” you walked out “Y/N let me give you a ride, what if you get lost. You’ve only been to that school once.” She yelled out “Its fine mom, Love you!” you said closing the door behind you.

 

Walking out you felt the breeze. Today seems like such a beautiful day, the sun looked bright and the sky was the prettiest shade of blue. You remembered the route to your school consisted of some turns here and there but generally you had to walk straight ahead. Somehow the street did not seem familiar at all and no matter how many turns you made you found yourself getting further and further from your destination “Fuck” you cursed to yourself. You could have sworn you knew the right way. You decided to just turn around and retrace your steps. As you quickly turned your body you came in contact with someone “uh! Fuck” you cursed as you felt the force push you towards the floor. Luckily he was quick enough to grab your body. His grip was rather strong. Looking up, you tried to make out who he was but your heart nearly stopped. YOONGI. He quickly let go of you as he took a step back to create some distance. He looked different. Hotter. His hair was wet and falling down his forehead, his outfit gave him a bad boy demeanor. He looked at you up and down, closely examining your outfit or body- who knows. He looked at your face closely before his eyes scanned your lips. You looked away. You swore you could have heard a low chuckle “What?” you asked annoyed “I didn’t say anything” he said with a smirk. You suddenly remembered how mad you were at him “Fuck off” you said walking away. As you walked away you turned around to give him one last glance. But you found him still standing there staring at you. Before he turned and continued in his direction.

Your thoughts were now filled by him. You were getting more frustrated the longer you walked. Your feet were hurting and you knew you were like an hour late to school. After many turns you suddenly saw a familiar building. Finally! You nearly ran to it. Once you walked inside, the front desk gave you your schedule. “Welcome to first day. Let me take you to your second period. You’re a bit late” she said as she walked you up the stairs. “I got lost” you said scanning the walls and students roaming the hall. “Here it is. Have a good day” she said “Thanks” you replied as you opened the door. Walking in you tried to scan the room for a seat in the back. “Hello, new student?” the teacher asked. “Yes” you said walking towards him “Introduce yourself to the class please” he said. He looked kind of goofy. “Hello, I am Y/N” you said before bowing. “Hello!” some students said back. You could tell some guys were a little too eager. “Nice to meet you, and I am Mr. Andrew. Y/N please take a seat next to Suga” the teacher said as he pointed towards a guy. Looking towards it your mouth instantly dropped. “Who?” you said “Suga raise your hand so she can see you” he instructed to which you saw Yoongi look up before lazily raising his hand. You nearly gave him a death glare. He lied. So many thoughts were running through your head as you took a seat next to him. He had beats around his neck. You tried your hardest to ignore him and not even glance his way. You were raging inside. “Class, since this is literature we are going to be writing a lot in here. But don’t worry it won’t be boring. What you write in here will be used for your benefit in your specified department” Mr. Andrew said writing on the wall. “Take one and pass it around” he instructed the class. Once the sheet came your way you nearly snatched it out of Yoongi’s hands. He just glanced at you. “Fucking liar” you mumbled to which he glanced your way for a little longer. The whole class period consisted of him sneaking looks here and there “Why do you keep staring at me?” you finally asked. He ignored you.

 “Suga? Have you see rap monster?” a girl turned her head towards him “No” he said not bothering to even look up at her. Rude. “Hm… Suga” you said feeling his name roll out your mouth, he looked up at you “What a nice name. I wonder who TF is Yoongi?” you said staring into his eyes “Don’t call me that” he said seeming serious “Yoongi? But isn’t that your name? Or did you fucking lie about that too” you said wanting to piss him off even more “Don’t call me Yoongi again. I am not joking” he said nearly slamming his books down. “YOONGI!” You screamed out his name to which people turned to face you with eyebrows raised. You could tell he was mad but you didn’t give a fuck. Suddenly, Yoongi pulled you out of the class. “What tf is your problem!?” he yelled “You’re a fucking liar! That’s my problem” you yelled back “Get over me already, it’s pathetic” he said causing your jaw to drop. ”I am over you. I feel nothing for a lying bastard” you shot back before entering the class.

You went through your core classes – writing and science- and to your surprise Yoongi was in them both. Fuck. You sat furthest away from him. In each class you noticed there was Yoongi and these other boys who girls never took their eyes off of. Apparently they were friends because they constantly joked around. They were all so handsome.

In science class you saw a girl who was rather too friendly with him. “Yoongi, look what I wrote” she said showing him. Did she just call him…Yoongi? You were questioning so many things. So he let her call him that but not me? If anyone was desperate it was her, she was being so clingy especially on the first day. “Ugh!” you groaned loudly but she didn’t notice. But you think Yoongi did.

“Yoongi, I need to speak to you privately” she whispered into his ears as she stood up to walk out. While she walked out you saw her shorten her skirt. You rolled your eyes. Did she say speak? Yeah right. He waited about 5 minutes before he stepped outside of the class. You couldn’t help but feel jealous. You tried to ignore them. But once you noticed that they had been missing for nearly 15 minutes you started feeling anxious. What did she want? You decided to walk out and pretend to use the bathroom. As you walked down the hallway you suddenly heard voices “Baby what’s wrong? You’ve been out of it all day?” you heard her voice. You followed it to discover the noise coming from a closet “Nothing, I’m just sleepy” Yoongi said. Baby? Did she just call him baby? You wanted to slap the shit out of her. But why tf did you even care. You didn’t own him.

After a couple of seconds, you heard something that you dreaded the most “Yoongi, fuck me already” she whispered and your stomach nearly turned “Not now Yoona” he said. “Please I can’t wait” she begged. You heard kisses and not long after she was whimpering. You felt sick listening to him touch her but you couldn’t find it in yourself to move away. “Uhh right there. Deeper!” she moaned “Ughh fuck this feels good” Yoongi let out, to which you felt your eyes water. He was fucking someone else so easily without protesting or anything. Fucking asshole. “You feel so tight and your boobs are perfect. Don’t worry about me fucking other whores, I will never again” he groaned. Whores? Your tears fell down your cheeks. “Ugh mhh yes, keep your dick only for me.” she said. Suddenly you stormed out pissed. You entered the bathroom and washed your face. Right as you were about to step out you heard the bell ring. How long were you in the bathroom for? You decided to stop in front of the lockers. You were staring into space. Your heart really hurt. People were passing by. You spotted Yoongi walking from afar with her and you did something you would later question. “Hey” you said looking at a hot random boy passing you by “Hey” he said looking at you up and down, checking you out. “Kiss me” you whispered. He looked at you for a while as if it was too good to be true before he pulled you into him. He was attempting the romantic kiss but you went for a full makeout session. You hadn’t noticed that you were kissing for so long that a teacher had to tell you guys to break it up “Detention!” he yelled handing both of  you a slip of paper. You looked to your side and saw Yoongi staring at you. You pretended not to see him. The boy ripped up his slip of paper and winked at you before walking away “She’s so fucking hot” you heard him say to himself as he passed by Yoongi.

 It was lunch time now. But you had detention for the shit you just pulled. Great. You looked back at the spot where Yoongi was standing but he was no longer there. Why did you even care? You shook your head from the thought of him before walking to your class to grab your purse. The room was empty when you walked in. Grabbing your stuff you spotted Yoongi walk in. You didn’t even glance his way as you stormed past him. But you could tell he was glaring at you.

Good thing the detention room was down the hall so you didn’t have to do much looking to find it. You stopped to get some water. When you looked up you saw Yoongi staring at you as he entered the detention room. Is he fucking serious!?

You walked in hoping to find many students but it was just you, him and another teacher. The other boy didn’t even show up. You had to sit quietly without saying anything. The teacher who was supervising had to go to a meeting so he advised you guys to remain in the room or have the consequence of a weeklong detention. As soon as he stepped out Yoongi placed his beats on his ears ignoring your existence. Why the fuck was he even here for? You were pissed but you had to remind yourself to calm down. You stared at the ceiling for a while before you saw him eyeing your shoes again. “What the fuck do you want?” you asked but he was busy listening to music to hear you. You heard him chuckle which made you rage. Standing up, you walked towards him. You grabbed his beats before slamming them on his table “What’s so funny!?” you asked brushing your hair off your shoulders “Who tf do you think you are to touch my shit!?” he yelled making you flinch. Why was he suddenly so angry? “Control your bitchy attitude” he said shooting a look. You felt like that was directed at something else. “Bitchy?” you asked raising your eyebrows. You reached for his headset but he was quicker than you. “Wow, you just can’t fucking chill? Can you?” he said causing you to nearly want to slap him “I just asked what was so funny? You keep eyeing my shoes” you stated. “Maybe you should ask yourself, walking around in heels begging strangers to fuck you” he said causing your jaw to drop. You were speechless. You wanted to say something but words got caught in your throat. You heard him chuckle “Your plan didn’t quite work. Next time I recommend you take him to a private room rather than the middle of the hall way” he said smirking. “Oh you must be an expert at doing shit in abandoned places and private rooms huh?” you shot back. “Not before you” he said and you fought everything in your bones not to slap him “Well, I guess you’re welcome. It’s sad your sex life is shitty” you spat trying to act like his words didn’t hurt you before walking out.

 That was it. You were done with him. You went to hide in the bathroom and cry. He was turning you into his weak bitch. You never cried because of a boy. You pulled yourself together and walked out trying to go curse him but when you came back in the room he was gone.

The hallway was packed and it was almost time for fourth period. Walking in you were surprised at the amount of students. All the senior students were told to gather in the gym. Teachers would call out students and inspect them for the rest of the day to see who would be in what department. There were four departments- Theater, Music, Dance, and triple threat. Triple threat which was a combination of all three was very difficult to get in. You were inspected by a young male who was very handsome. A lot of students looked up to him and some girls even dreamt of sleeping with him. His name was Park Jimin. You heard a couple of things about him from random classmates. Apparently he was in the triple threat department, and a senior like you. He is already in a famous boy band and is very advanced in dancing and singing, so he was chosen to teach a class and inspect students this year. He called your name and he told you to come into a private room where students perform their talent. “Hi, I am Park Jimin” he said smiling at you “I’m Y/N” You smiled back. “So…ahah” he laughed looking at your heels. “Sorry I didn’t think it through” you said trying not to get frustrated at how everyone was judging you for wearing heels “No, I like them. I was just thinking it will be hard to perform in them.” He said. You remained silent so he continued “So what’s your talent?” he asked “I can sing and dance. I like rapping but I don’t think I would call myself talented. And I started acting since I was 10” you said causing him to raise his eyebrows. “Wow, triple threat huh?” he said causing you to chuckle. As you were about to ask him a question another man walked in. He was an elderly “Y/N, this is Mr. J, he is the real inspector. He’s very talented and has a lot to offer us” Jimin said before you bowed “Hello Mr. J” you greeted him but he didn’t say anything back “So what are you going to be performing” he asked as he walked to sit down on the chair. “I will…um” You tried to think of what to do “She can perform for every category” Jimin offered and you nodded. You performed for all three categories and throughout your performances Mr.J never smiled not once. But Jimin on the other hand thought you were very talented “Ok, that would be all I need to see. Go back to the gym” Mr.J said causing you to wonder what you did wrong. You bowed at both of them before walking out. Jimin had to go pick the next student so he walked with you to the gym “That was the best performance I’ve seen so far today and like ever” he said causing you to smile. He was really sweet. “Thank you” you said cheerfully suddenly feeling good from his kind words. “Mr.J is a hard criticizer. Wherever you end up, your beyond talented” Jimin said causing you to smile “Oh no, your giving me words of encouragement. That must mean I fucked up” you said causing him to laugh “No, no” he said shaking his head. “You were good ,trust me. You deserve to debut solo”. “Did you want to debut solo” you asked “No, I love my members. They’re my family” he said with a huge grin. “How were you able to debut without finishing high school yet?”. “Mr. J saw potential in us” he replied “Don’t laugh at me. But I’ve never heard of your band” you said causing him to chuckle. “I can tell. That’s why I like you” he said “You know what, how about you meet me after school and I will take you to where we practice. So you can see us live” he offered “Really? Ok!” you said surprised at his offer. He opened the gym door letting you in before waving at you. As you waved back people stared. They were either curious or jealous. Sitting down you bumped into a girl “Oh sorry” she apologized “No, it’s my fault” you said. You both sat down not saying anything for a good 30 minutes before she started moving around too much “You’re really bored, aren’t you?” you asked “Bored!? I am so nervous. He will inspect me and uhhh I am too nervous” she said in a fangirl tone “Who?” you laughed “Taehyung!…I mean V” she said correcting herself. “Who is he?” you asked causing her to nearly have a fit “Who is he!?” she screamed before hitting you “Ouch”. “Have you been living under a rock” she asked “He is in BTS! And he is so cute! And my crush” she said whispering the last part as if it was a hidden secret. “Your obsessed” You said laughing “I really like him, but he has never noticed me” she said sounding sad. “How does he look like? I can make him notice you”. She nearly had another fit. She was so cute and innocent. You were drawn to her. She reminded you of your old self. “I am starting to really like you. Oh, I am Sara by the way” she said. “I’m Y/N”. Suddenly Yoongi and that girl from earlier walked in together followed by a couple of other students. “I can’t fucking stand him” your mood suddenly changed “Ahah why?” she asked laughing “Just because” you said “That’s Suga” she told you. “Why do some people call him Yoongi?” you asked “Because that’s his real name. Suga is his stage name” she informed you as if she knew everything about everyone “Stage name? I’m not following” you said “He’s kind of…um intimidating to people. So everyone he trusts and knows can call him Yoongi and everyone else has to call him Suga. Which is his name in BTS” she said causing your head to snap towards her “He’s in a band!?” you said suddenly remembering your first encounter with him when he told you not to let anyone know he was in the park. And you thought he was being conceded. “So who is she?” You asked suddenly wondering so much about his life “That’s Yoona, his girlfriend”. You chuckled “Yeah right” you mumbled. Yoongi doesn’t have girlfriends. Maybe fuck buddies but that’s about it. “He’s a rapper” she said and after that you blocked her voice out getting trapped in your thoughts. Only people close to him and those he trusts can know his real name? Wtf does that mean? You thought. He told you his name the first day you met. So…

You stayed in the gym for the rest of the day because everyone had to be judged. Once it was dismissal time. Sara said bye to you and you waved at her. “Tomorrow they will tell us what department we’re in. I’m so nervous. But Taehyung talked and smiled at me today” she said walking away with a big smile on her face “I mean V!” she screamed causing you to Laugh. She was something special.

 

As you picked up your bag Jimin came walking towards you “Hey, you ready?” he said causing you to jump “Oh god!” you screamed as he laughed.

His practice room was a couple of blocks away from the school located at a huge building “Wow you practice…here” you said in awe “Yeah” he said swiping his card to get in. How fancy was that. “What happens when one member gets too drunk?” you asked “We have a bell to ring and a camera to show us who it is” he said “Nice”. Once you entered you came in contact with a tall man “That’s rap monster, he’s the leader” he introduced you to him “Hyung, no girls now. We need to practice in a little bit” he said acting like a leader. “But nice to meet you, I’m rap monster.” He said smiling “Hi. I’m Y/N” you said bowing.  “Where are the boys?” Jimin asked “I’m not sure. I texted them telling them to get their asses here” rap monster replied. You sat down in their living room as you waited with the two boys. Their lounge was really big. “Let’s watch TV” rap monster said. After 30 minutes and you heard unfamiliar voices “Man! Today was long!” one guy screamed out “We had to inspect so many people. I think I’ve seen enough performances for today” another complained as they made their way towards the lounge. “There were so many pretty girls with nice bodies though”. They stopped talking once they saw you “ We have a Guest! And she’s a Girl! Wow Hi!” one boy said cheerfully “I’m J-Hope” he introduced himself. “And Im Taehyung” another boy said shooting you his smile. Wait. So that’s who Sara was talking about? “Nice to meet you both, I’m Y/N” you said “Are you here for one of the boys?” one asked “She’s here to watch us perform.” Jimin said and you nodded “Who’s your bias?” Jhope asked smiling cutely “Its me” Taehyung said doing his peace sign. You liked them. “I don’t know any of you guys so I’m not sure” you said laughing.

“She’s never heard of us” Jimin said and they all look at each other. “Wow”.

 “Hyung, some of the boys can’t make it” Taehyung suddenly said reading a text from his phone. The leader groaned “Let’s start without them”. They all headed towards the stairs. “This is our practice room” Jimin informed you. Entering the room you felt inspired to begin to dance. It was bright and it had so many mirrors on the walls. The boys stretched and conversed with you. Then they stared dancing to their song “Blood, sweat, and tears”. They were amazing. Especially Jimin, V, and J-hope. Your favorite was Jimin’s dancing. “Wow! You guys are incredible.” You would complement them throughout the song making funny remarks “Its ok rap monster, don’t give up. Dancing is in your blood just push though the struggle” you would joke getting a glare from him and laughs from the other guys. “She is honestly the best to have here” Taehyung commented. “Hey guys, I really need to use the bathroom” you stated. “Down the hall” J-hope said sweaty and out of breath. You left the dance room and walked down the hall. As you made a turn you came in contact with a bunch of rooms. You entered one accidently. Looking around you suddenly got weird flashbacks. Something was strange about this room. You couldn’t put your fingers on it but strangely you felt like you’ve been here before. Suddenly you heard footsteps approaching. You did the only thing that came to your head. Run in the closet. As you slowly closed it and hid in the corner you saw someone enter. “uhh” he groaned as he sat on the bed. You tried to look through the cracks to figure out who he was but it was difficult. He stood up from his bed and began undressing himself. You nearly gasped as you saw him bend to take off his pants. No fucking way. You must be dreaming right now. This seems surreal. As he stood naked in front of your view you tried to shut your eyes. He walked towards the closet and your heart stopped. NO! You tried to move to the corner but it was too late when he opened it. FUCK.

anonymous asked:

How do I show curls in hair that is black digitally?

I’m more of a hobbyist cartoonist, so my advice might not be the best.

Here are a few tutorials to look at:

Notes: 

Unless you are drawing flat-coloured cartoons, naturally black hair will usually have some highlights of grey (or even white) due to lighting and reflections.

Naturally black hair is also not usually digital black 0,0,0 so you can use a dark grey (or sometimes brown) and use both highlights and shadows to define the curls.

Also emphasise the edge of the mass of hair with ends of curls, stray locks, etc.

-Obtusity