i just have to see how it looks with curls

Bruise [ III ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 9.1k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

The white cream swirled about in the dark coffee in front of you, your fingers clasped around the warm, pastel orange mug as the steam floated up in hazy waves. There were signs of life all around you, couples sharing intimate lunches and students laughing away their course work. The street outside the window in front of you was busy, bustling with people and lined with fall kissed trees, branches adorned in warm tones, rustling when a breeze blew. Despite the heat of life all around you, you felt cold, like your bones were made of ice, like your heart was encased in snow. The book across the table was pushed aside as Minseok sat back down, coffee in hand and round golden glasses perched on his nose as he exhaled heavily, ready to listen.

“Do you want to start or should I?”

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unconventional things you can do to feel good:
  • listen to any of these songs through a pair of earbuds, turn the volume up, and get down bb. shake ya booty. throw your hands up. get your groove on in the mirror and give no fucks for 3 whole minutes [x] [x] [x] [x]
  • wear a matching set of lingerie or fun, festive boxers (you know the superhero boxers with the capes attatched? those ones) 

  • shave. your legs, your face, your armpits, shave it all off 

  • curl your lashes. you don’t even have to put on mascara. sometimes it’s the little things you learn to appreciate about yourselves 

  • pay for the customer behind you. it’s just something nice you can do while getting coffee. the customer behind you will appreciate it a lot and making others happy tends to make you feel happy too

  • make your bed- but not in the cleaning way. got a super nice matching pillowcase/sheet set? go put that shit on and make your bed feel comfy as possible. throw on all your stuffed animals and lay in one big cuddle puddle. bonus points for taking all the pillows in the house

  • power poses dude. do them! stand with your hands on your hips and chin up high! or if you’re sitting down, spread your legs out wide. make yourself look big. this one usually helps me feel more confident 

  • invite friends over for dinner. make the dinner together. even if you fuck up and it turns out burnt to a crisp and totally inedible, it’s gonna be super fun to make! (you can buy a cheap frozen pizza as a backup ahead of time)

  • change your hair up. cut it. dye it. curl it. crimp it. gel it. shave it if you’re daring enough! temporary dyes are always fun to play with if your hair is light enough. if not, find all the hair clips and pins in the house and stick them on ya! bonus points for going out to the McDonald’s drive thru with friends looking like that. It’ll be a fun time for you and your cashier

  • send your followers nice anons and then look back to see how happy they were to get it! this one is always super nice for everyone 

  • for those of you with longer nails: sharpen them. file them so that they look like cat claws and start ripping paper or drag them along your skin. it feels super weird but in a nice, ticklish way

  • teach yourself how to wink. smooch the mirror after putting on a bright shade of lipstick. twerk it. just have fun and be silly

  • get an eyeshadow palette (something cheaper) and make your brows look THICC. I mean HUGE and DARK. wiggle them in the mirror and take some funny selfies or snaps. send them to your crush and see what they say 

  • go to a thrift store with $10 and see what neat thing you can find! you can treat yourself with a brand new curling iron, clothes, a new blender, or even a fucking COUCH for just $10 if you go to your local goodwill. just go off and venture! you never know what cool items you’ll find and you won’t feel bad about getting it when it costs little to nothing

  • go to a plant nursery and pick up a few nice house plants. I bought 3 nice house plants for just 9 bucks when I was sad one day and now I have a bunch of fresh herbs that make my room smell awesome 

the spy au that @philosophium ordered !!


Andrew slips through a slit in the crowd, brushing through the sleek trains of expensive gowns, rich wool suits jackets catching on his own. He’s on his second flute of champagne, and the tartness keeps him focused. His attention is on the flavour and the rim of the glass and the warp of faces through it. His earpiece crackles and whispers.

He can see his mark on the opposite side of the room, surrounded by servers and liars and pretty things. One of them is all three, Andrew can tell: a waiter’s vest, a seam of over-applied foundation, and bright blue eyes.

He’s distracting, flighty, a rubber band pulled all the way back. He looks like the memory of a case file, and a name occurs to Andrew one second before Kevin hisses it into his ear.

“It’s fuckin’ Charlie Pilot. Don’t engage, Minyard, we’re not here for him.”

Andrew doesn’t make any effort to reply, just takes another pull of champagne. He’s not really watching the troupes of entertainers or the clockwork security or the velvet and silk blooming under bowing chandeliers. He’s not even watching the man he’s either going to rob or kill, who’s laughing and weedy, red in the face from the alcohol. He’s stuck on Pilot –  next to his target, holding a heavily stocked tray of appetizers, his expression pleasant and empty.

He’ll be an irritant to what should be a straightforward plan, if he keeps hovering. Andrew takes a loaded step forward and the voice in his ear complains.

“Don’t even think about moving in until Pilot leaves. He’s probably doing reconnaissance for Matt. I bet he doesn’t even know about the file.”

Andrew watches Pilot’s face tick, the way he blinks like he’s on a timer, the way he’s worrying the inside of his cheek with his teeth.

“I bet he does,” Andrew murmurs, and he drains the last of the champagne. He plucks his tie pin away from the fabric and drops it in the empty glass, leaving it on a passing tray.

“What— what the fuck Minyard, we’ve lost visuals. Do you hear me? Andrew? Andrew?”

Andrew weaves through the rest of the golden crowd, ignoring the buzz of Kevin’s reprimands in his ear. He finds a new spot on the outskirts of the crowd where Pilot has installed himself.

“Do you know how fucking expensive those cameras are? You’re such a piece of shit operative,” Kevin says. “When you inevitably come back without the intelligence and without our equipment, it’s costing us to keep you around, do you realize that?”

Andrew’s more focused on the way Pilot’s shoulders are turning to face him, the slim line of his tailored pants, that eyelash-thick smudge of un-blended make up.

“Shrimp?” Pilot offers, swaying the tray in his direction.

“No,” Andrew says, but he stays uncomfortably near, feeling along the edges of his boundaries without finding any seams. Pilot’s composure is still and reserved as a frost-ravaged garden.

“Have a good evening then,” Pilot says graciously, turning back towards the host that Andrew should be sizing up but hasn’t even looked at. He glances at him for a sliver of a moment, finds himself uninterested, and looks back at Pilot.

Andrew catches him suddenly by the arm, but relaxes his grip just as quickly, caught off guard by his own impulsivity. His own disguise is just an invitation and sun bleached hair; he isn’t playing a character like Pilot is. He’s neutral for a living, but Pilot is a new weight on his scale, unbalancing him so that he can’t quite settle at zero.

When their eyes meet, the polite, curious waiter snips out of existence. Charlie Pilot stares at Andrew, with eyes like the bluest part of a fire.

“There’s a conflict of interest,” he tells Andrew calmly. “And your interest will lose.”

“I’m not interested in anything,” Andrew says broadly.

“Hm,” Pilot says, unconvinced. “You’re lying.”

“I don’t lie,” Andrew says. He’s always saying it; it’s a novelty that employers enjoy and enemies challenge, amused.

Pilot raises his jaw, mouth twitching. “No, you wouldn’t, would you.” His eyes flicker to the side of Andrew’s face, where Kevin is breathing furiously through his earpiece, then down to the grip he still has on his forearm. He lowers his tray down until the rough edge is pressed to the root of Andrew’s hand threateningly. “You’ll want to let me go, Andrew, or you’re going to end up needing a longer armband.”

Andrew feels genuine surprise squeeze his fingers around Pilot’s wrist. He hadn’t noticed the black fabric extending a whiff beyond his crisp white sleeve. He lets go, and Pilot tucks his shoulders back, satisfied. His hair is too dark to match his freckles, Andrew notes quietly. It is, perhaps, what the make up was meant to cover up.

“You are not going to win, Charlie,” Andrew says. “We’re the more capable team.”

Pilot smiles indulgently. “‘Charlie’,” he repeats, mouth curling around the name. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been Charlie Pilot.” He jostles his tray from one hand to another, and loosens his collar with his freed hand. “And I don’t think you understand how much farther ahead we are than you. If you’re looking for information, we already have it. If you’re trying to find the connections this place has to the Yakuza, we’re the ones undoing them.”

“Who’s we? I don’t remember seeing anything about loyalty in your case file. You’re just a runner.”

Pilot looks briefly bothered by this, and he juts his chin again. “I’m loyal to whoever’s doing the work that needs to be done.”

“That doesn’t answer my question. Who are you?”

He looks down, at Andrew’s empty hands, at the hip where he’s hiding his gun. His expression is warped and sad when he looks up, like the real filling in his strange costume is finally oozing out.

“You can call me Neil,” he says, and drops the whole tray of food so that it clatters and rolls into the host’s feet. There are gasps and yelps, partygoers dodging and stooping to catch the runaway platter. Andrew looks impulsively down to track its progress, and when he looks sharply back up into the knot of activity, Neil is gone. Of course he is.

He doesn’t have time to think about where he might have disappeared to, just steps neatly into the opportunity that’s been afforded to him. He uses the distraction as a doorway directly into the offices behind the coddled host.

Kevin is asking repeatedly for updates, and Andrew fishes the earpiece out and tucks it into his breast pocket. He likes to be alone for this part, when the most important door closes behind him and everything makes as much sense as a ticking clock.

He keeps thinking of Neil’s reaction to ‘runner’, of the vulnerability trussed up in his persona. He finds himself sick to his stomach wanting to know what his real hair colour is.

He tries every door in the polished row of them, finding all of them locked. He picks the lock on the door farthest from the burble of the ballroom behind him, and cracks into what looks like a room built for business arrangements and drinking. There’s a snifter next to a half dozen tumblers on a cart along the wall, and extensive cabinets under the desk.

He feels his way along the underside of the desk, and opens each drawer, idealistically left unlocked and unprotected. He finds useless information and shady information and heaps of anonymous, unlabeled tapes.

He finds the safe in the floor, facing up patiently under a wingback chair and a panel of floorboard. He stoops so that he’s face to face with it, shrugs his jacket off like a dead skin onto the floor, and puts the heart of a stethoscope to the face of the safe.

He’s sweating, spread out surreptitiously on the floor, but the safe is flimsy. It cracks in under an hour, the party wilting two rooms over, pressure taking him by the hair. Andrew flicks the door open impatiently, unwinding the stethoscope from around his neck.

It’s filled top to bottom with paper, and he reaches for the first file, carding his fingers through the spill of sheets.

Got you, it says. Over and over again, in unassuming little typescript. And on the next page, got you.

Andrew’s fingers flex. The next file is the same, and the next. A million taunting, twirling repetitions: got you. Got this. Got here first.

The safe was already cracked. The list of names was already stolen. Neil’s face winks and swarms when he closes his eyes, furious. If you’re looking for information, we already have it.

He roots around for the bud in his pocket and pops it back into his ear. He leans back, splayed away from the spill from the safe, the stacks of failure. He enunciates clearly into the microphone sewn into his collar.

“We have to find Neil.”

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It must have been so hard for Baz to see Simon every day with Agatha, sometimes kissing and holding hands and having their relationship “breaks”… I’m sure he must have been thinking something like: “I could love you better Simon” thinking how he’d kiss his moles, his forehead, his nose. how simons bronze curls would look on his pale skin while pushing his fingers trough his hair. How he’d grab Simon by his collar and kiss him passionately in the corridors just because he can. How they’d sit together quietly, their shoulders touching, just simply loving each other. How Simons warm hand would feel in his cold one. How they’d kiss, their foreheads touching, feeling each other’s breath. Just generally getting frustrated about it because no one NO ONE can love Simon better than Baz

Fuel to Fire (3)

Stucky x reader

Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f), anxiety, depression, mentions of parental negligence, swearing. 

Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting.

Fuel to Fire (intro) Fuel to fire (2)

A/N: Take caution, guys. It’s pretty sad and graphic story telling. 

“There’s something about her, Buck. She’s smart, gorgeous; but there’s something different” Steve muses as he’s calmly, though focused, moving his pencil across paper. The sketchbook lays on Bucky’s shins that are haphazardly placed in Steve’s lap.

“I know. I’m not sure what it is either, but there’s a darkness there” Bucky muses, watching their giant flatscreen television, though not really watching whatever show is playing.

“Yeah” Steve mumbles, and Bucky notices he’s not drawing anymore.

“Can I see?”

Steve shrugs and hands his sketchpad over. The design is simple, no fuss, exactly like Y/N comes across to them. The front sight of an Orchid, a straight lined triangle drawn over it. Within the lines of the triangle, the Orchid is detailed and clear. Outside of them, the petals of the flower are dark coloured and detailed as well, like looking at the negative of a photograph. It’s a rough draw, but beautiful on its own.

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Heart Race [George Weasley x Reader]

A/N: I’ve literally posted this like six times because I can’t figure out how to italicize on mobile because the mobile version is trash lmao  I’m so mad rn ugggh. I tried that stupid code italicize but it didn’t work but it works when I test it out and ugghhh I hate this app

Word Count: 3,340

Warnings: mild language like twice. Not proof read. Possible ooc characters. 

Summary: (Name) met George in her third year after being pushed down. After another year, what will happen when George has to find a way to keep his feelings for her in check?

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To say she was shy would be an understatement.

She had a quiet voice, but a loud mind. That loud mind of hers was full of brilliant facts and opinions, but the quiet voice that she had held everything back.

And to say that it bothered George would be an understatement as well.

No, George was almost offended that she refused to speak your mind. He couldn’t really understand why (Name) felt the need to hide all of her wonderful thoughts, but that didn’t mean he didn’t respect it.

George and his twin met (Name) when she came to Hogwarts at the age of eleven. At the time they were second years who in all honesty didn’t care much for her.

It’s not like they disliked her, they just didn’t know her well enough to care.

However, that all changed when they witnessed her being pushed down in her third year by some fourth year jerks.

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@canoodleydoodley submitted:

Goat horns actually come in many shapes and sizes, and often look like a ram’s!
-your local goat farmer

ur right that plenty of different goats w different horns exist but the ones that have horns close to rams are the ibexes (ibeces? ibex..i) and their horns dont distinctly grow curled up on the sides of their heads the way rams do, they grow up & back the way most goats do, and cuz of how long they grow the curvature is more noticeable. heres some w shorter horns so u can see what i mean

and then they just keep fuuuuuckin gooooin …. big large

whereas the distinct ram horn curl that youll see like fifty of if you search “goat fursona” on deviantart, looks like this

but i do appreciate the submission because a) i love goats and goat images and b) gave me an excuse to research & talk more about goats B^}

°• ♢ ———— LEGALLY BLONDE SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ The rules of hair care are simple and finite. ’
’ Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. ’
’ Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands/wives, they just don’t. ’
’ Whoever said orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed. ’
’ There’s nothing I love better than a dumb blonde with Daddy’s plastic. ’
’ My cousin had that once. Apparently you get a really bad rash on your… ’
’ I don’t need back-ups. I’m going to Harvard. ’
’ Well then, you’ll need excellent recommendations from your professors. ’
’ Trust me, I can handle anything. ’
’ Why are you going to throw that all away? ’
’ Oh, sweetheart, you don’t need law school. ’
’ I’m going to get the love of my life back. ’
’ I just liked to watch him/her change the filter. ’
’ Did you see him/her? He’s/she’s probably still scratching his/her head. ’
’ I feel comfortable using legal jargon in everyday life. ’
’ I can’t believe you just called me a butthead.  ’
’ I don’t think anybody has called me a butthead since the 9th grade. ’
’ Why didn’t you call me? ’
’ Uh. I’m sorry. I just hallucinated. ’
’ Excuse me. ’
’ I’m sorry? ’
’ You got into Harvard Law? ’
’ What? Like it’s hard? ’
’ Pooh bear, just get in the car. ’
’ You’re gonna ruin your shoes. ’
’ Sorry for what? ’
’ Well this is so much better than that! ’
’ Excuse me, I have some shopping to do. ’
’ So, when did you wanna go out? ’
’ We spent a beautiful night together and I haven’t heard from you since. ’
’ Well, forget it. I’ve spent too much time crying over you. ’
’ Because I’m not a Vanderbilt, suddenly I’m white trash? ’
’ You’re breaking up with me because I’m too… blonde? ’
’ I’m a middle aged, high school drop out with stretch marks and a fat ass. ’
’ Well, no. That’s not entirely true… ’
’ Then what? My boobs are too big? ’
’ So what’s a girl/boy to do? ’
’ What? Practically deformed? ’
’ This is what I need to become. ’
’ Don’t stomp your little last season Prada shoes at me, honey. ’
’ I got up. Got a latte. Went to the gym. Got a perm and came home. ’
’ We all tried to talk her out of it. Curls weren’t a good look for her.  ’
’ Objection, why is this relevant? ’
’ I have a point, I promise. ’
’ I suspect you weren’t because your curls are still intact. ’
’ How would you feel if your father married someone who was your age? ’
’ If you’re going to let one stupid prick ruin your life… you’re not the girl I thought you were. ’
’ Oh, my God, the bend and snap works every time! ’
’ All those opposed to chafing, please say “Aye”. ’
’ How was your first class? ’
’ All people see when they look at me is blonde hair and big boobs. ’
’ So, if you don’t know an answer they’re just gonna kick you out. ’
’ Hey, well, don’t you look like a walking felony. ’
’ There’s like a judge and everything… and jury people. ’
’ Is that the only interaction you two have ever had? ’
’ No! Sometimes I say “okay” instead of “fine.” ’
’ Excuse me, I’m sorry… are you here to see me? ’
’ I promised her, and I can’t break the bonds of sisterhood. ’
’ This is a murder investigation! Not some scandal at the sorority house! ’
’ Geez! Could I be any more goddamn spastic? ’
’ Are you one of my lawyers? ’
’ You’ve just won your case. ’
’ Well thank God one of you has a brain. ’
’ If anyone found out about this, I would be ruined! ’
’ I would rather go to jail than to lose my reputation! ’
’ Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. ’
’ No more boring suits or pantyhose, I’m trying to be somebody I’m not. ’
’ I think it gives it a little something extra, don’t you think? ’
’ I know, I thought that was very… classy of you. ’
’ This is gonna be just like senior year, except for funner! ’
’ I’m never going to be good enough for you, am I? ’
Grim Reaper Girlfriend

I did a trade with @asketchbookthing and one of her requests was a skeletal grim reaper type, so I decided to make a skeletal girlfriend. I had so much fun writing this one. 

   For the last few weeks, you’ve been coming to the park and sitting on the same bench, watching people and sometimes throwing bread for the birds. You’ve been doing this because it was what your grandfather always did. He would come, sit, watch, throw. This was his seat for the last few months of his life and you want to see that part for just a little bit before your life moves you along.

   Although, you aren’t alone on the bench. Not long after you started sitting there someone else started to come and sit beside you. They’re tall and shadowed, their body draped all in black and face hidden by a large hood. At first, you didn’t talk to them, it seemed a bit too macabre a situation. It was like an episode of the Twilight Zone and you could hear Rod Serling whispering a monologue in your ear.

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BTS REACTION: Their S/O Is Insecure About Their Weight

requested reaction from a lovely anon !!!

tbh i was really conflicted in turning this into a scenario but i was able to control myself phew

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Originally posted by samwol

K I M S E O K J I N : 

I hope you’re not doing what I think you’re doing…” He would surprise you as you were staring at your body in the mirror.

You were wearing nothing but your bra & underwear and you couldn’t help but judge yourself as you pinched the fat on your stomach. You don’t usually do this when you know he’s somewhere lurking in the house but you just finished taking a shower and you couldn’t help it.

Suddenly he’s right behind you, his lips are on your neck & his arms are snaking around your waist. You immediately cast your eyes downward, because you know as he’s putting his hands over yours to guide your hands away from your stomach that he’s looking at your face through the mirror. 

With gentle hands, he makes you turn around so you’re facing his body instead of the mirror. He then embraces you in a hug and slowly, you hug him back. Tears are staining the shoulder of his shirt but he doesn’t care and you don’t either because you’re too focused on the love he’s radiating onto you & he’s too busy mentally cursing out whoever made you so insecure about yourself.

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M I N Y O O N G I :

Their words still affect you today?” He would question, after explaining to him what’s been bugging you lately. 

You would bite your lip & avoid his eyes, so he would come up to you and take you by the hands, just to make sure you were paying attention to him. You weren’t looking eye to eye at him so he would bring a finger under your chin and tilt your head up to force you to look at him. He kisses your forehead gingerly.

The way you look right now is so different from how you looked back then, you know that, right?” He would reason with you, “And even then, those assholes don’t know beauty even if it slaps them in the face.

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J U N G H O S E O K :

Did I do something wrong?” He would ask.

He just got off stage from winning an award for BTS. You were waiting for him backstage but you didn’t expect him to unleash his excitement by carrying you off the ground and spinning you around. The second that he put his hands on your sides and lifted you up, you were yelling at him to put you back down. Once he saw how serious you were, his expression changes from his wide smile to a look of concern and puts you back on the ground. 

Sorry, I’m just a bit…” You then lick your lips, uncomfortable of the subject at hand, “Heavy…” You mutter, the word seeming like a curse. 

You’re fine though!” He would reassure you, “And besides, your weight has nothing to do with how I feel about you, okay?” He puts his around your waist and pulls you close to give you a kiss on the lips.

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K I M N A M J O O N :

 “Come on in! The water is just right!” He would call out to you, sitting in a beach chair with your hair up in a messy bun, big sunglasses, and a huge shirt covering the bathing suit you’re wearing underneath.

“I’m fine where I am!” You would respond, waving him off.

Aw, c’mon,” He would whine, walking up by your side. “I’ll be with you the whole time and we don’t have to go that deep.” 

He’s standing too close for comfort that your first instinct is to wrap your arms around your waist. Your thoughts start racing because the shirt you were wearing was white and the sun that was gleaming down at you did not help your shirt do its job of covering up your body.

I prefer not to, Joonie,” You reply again, your voice firm.

He notices your tension through your body language and he knows something is wrong, “What’s on your mind, babe?” He would ask. It would take you a moment to answer properly but then you muster up the courage to admit, “I’m just not that confident, that’s all…

If that’s the case, then I’ll spend every moment of my life reminding you just how beautiful you are until you see yourself the way that I see you.” 

Originally posted by samwol

P A R K J I M I N :

You know it isn’t true, right?” He’d whisper, making you jump and turn off your phone instantly.

You quickly wiped off the tears on your face as he made his way to you on the couch. Though your eyes were glossy and slightly puffy, you maintained eye contact with him as he sat down next to you and put your phone behind him before grabbing your hands.

I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You’d lie, resisting the urge to break out into tears by biting your lip.

He’d simply shake his head at you before saying, “Please, don’t try to hide it anymore,” He’d plead, his tone full of care that you haven’t heard before. “I see how you look at yourself in the mirror, how you eat so little when we have our meals, how you pick clothes that hides your body, how you refuse to look at yourself in pictures…” He trails off.

It makes me so sad because you are worth so much more than a number on a scale or how much fat you can pinch on your skin,” He sighs, and tears escape from your eyes because those were the words that you never knew you needed to hear.

You’ll see it one day,” He then smiles softly, “Until then, I’ll just have to love you twice as much.

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K I M T A E H Y U N G :

Oh my gosh!” He’d exclaim, seeing you curl up and your eyes start to get teary. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry!” 

No, no,” You’d force a smile on your face, “It’s okay. I just hate being tickled.” 

He’d relax a bit and a smile would appear on his face, “Aw, but that’s what makes being the tickle monster so fun!” 

Really? You enjoy tickling me?” You’d ask, and he’d respond, “Of course! My girl gets to laugh! It’s the highlight of my day.” 

So…” You’d continue, a bit curious, “You don’t mind my jelly belly?

He’d blink at you before answering, “I don’t care about your jelly belly.” His answer was rather straightforward but he’d add on, “If that’s what makes you who you are, then I love it, because I love you.

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J E O N J U N G K O O K :

You know… No one else thinks like that about you…” He’d say, his voice soft.

You two had just gotten home from eating dinner with your parents, and all your parents could talk about was your weight. The ride home was unbearably uncomfortable and silent, giving you anxiety because you were starting to think that Jungkook was beginning to believe your parents and seeing you in a whole different light now. When he breaks the quietness, you let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding in but he mistakes it as a sigh.

It’s true!” His confidence was rising and he didn’t want those harsh words that your parents had said to be etched into your mind. “Don’t listen to them! You’re fine just the way you are!” He’d then clear his throat because now he’s raising his voice and he just said the cheesiest line in existence. “Listen, don’t let their words affect you. You don’t have to lose weight or anything like that. Your weight doesn’t define who you are, and it sure as hell won’t change how I feel about you.

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~ yna

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Meet Me Inside - Part 6

Part 5 | Masterlist |  Part 7

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You really wanted your last year to go without a hitch so you could finally get your Masters degree. But then Professor Barnes walks in to your lecture. And he makes it a whole lot harder to focus.

A/N: Oof this is rough. Sorry lol. HUGE shoutout to @poe-also-bucky for helping me through this one. I was ready to delete everything lol you’re a sweetheart.

Warnings: Language, mentions of dream

Words: 1838

Originally posted by damnirvine

Of all the people you would ever have expected to see tonight, Professor Barnes was the last person you’d have guessed. But life is a fickle bitch. And so that is precisely who you have the fortune to meet.

And is if that wasn’t enough, the moment you lay your eyes on him, images of his lips pressing against your skin flood your mind and you look away immediately.

Fuck fuck fuck this is the last thing I need.

“You’re hilarious” Steve deadpans as Barnes comes to stand beside him before Rogers introduces him to the group. “This is Professor James Barnes, although I know some of you have the misfortune of being in his classes” Rogers smiles at you and trying to casually return the gesture is difficult when you see Natasha look at you from the corner of your eye.

Steve turns to order drinks for the group and Nat waits till there is enough chatter amongst the group before asking “So what did Rogers mean by that look?”

“What look?” you try to act unfazed. It doesn’t work.

That look. How did he even know you’re in his class?”

A loud guffaw from one of the guys breaks you both from your hushed conversation and you’re secretly relieved. You hadn’t told Natasha about Steve walking in on Bucky flirting with you and the more time that passed, the less likely it seemed that you would delve in to that specific event. You weren’t sure if it was because you were embarrassed by what happened or if talking about it would just make it all the more real.

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The Town of Forgetting: VI

Slow Burn!Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: It was just a simple “get ready to fight an all powerful evil entity” night with Richie when your dreams are corrupted by IT. When you wake up though, Richie seems to have had the same nightmare. You watch him twitch madly and scream his lungs out as the clown stands over you, feeding on your fear. The problem is, what if this is one nightmare that you can’t wake up from?

Warnings: Blood, violence, lowkey description of mental breakdown, some good wholesome angst and comfort. 

Words: 2,558

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“Why are you holding trash bags?” You ask in a bored voice, not looking up from the map of Derry’s sewer system that you were looking at. Without even trying, you knew Richie brought trash bags. The smell was awful, like rotting food and a dead animal or two. “Get them out of my room. Now.”

“Damn lady, chill for a sec,” He mutters while holding a pencil between his teeth. “I’m workin’ ‘ere.”

You snorted at his terrible imitation of an Italian mobster. Although you’d never admit this, Richie’s small impressions and jokes were a bit cute. Slowly, the faded auras above his head were becoming brighter, more colorful. You look up from the multiple charts scattered on your bed and all over the floor, eyeing his work with slight interest as he struggled to cut holes in the bags with a pair of scissors.

“Please tell me those aren’t breathing holes,” You say, scribbling a note on the map of Derry. “I told you, we aren’t gonna fucking kidnap them.”

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Every Part of You [Neville x Reader]

A/N: I wrote this in like ten minutes because I like these types of fics
Word Count: 929 (Drabble)
Warnings: Self-hate/insecurity. Bit of Modern AU? Not proof read.
Summary: Reader is insecure, but Neville loves every single part of her.


He saw how she tugged at her shorts to pull them down as much as possible. He noticed the makeup marks on her inner thighs in attempt to cover up something of which he knew not of. He saw how she always looked focused on something more than the conversation being presented to her. He noticed how she would always look downwards when she sat in a chair with a looked filled with nothing but sorrow and shame.

He noticed the way she looked at herself with a frown, then at other girls with a longing gaze. 

He had been her boyfriend for around nine months now, but he never knew how to confront her about this.

She sat in a white lawn chair smiling happily at the sight of all of her friends splashing around in the pool. She hadn’t removed her coverup, although all it consisted of was a pair of athletic shorts and an oversized shirt. 

“(Name), are you not going to swim?” Hermione questioned, preparing to take off her own coverup beside her. (Name) shook her head vigorously and smiled. The sad look in her eyes was something only Neville caught on to. “I’d rather not, but thank you.” Hermione shrugged and pulled her sundress over her head to reveal a simple orange colored bikini. (Name) turned her head in shame, gazing at the ground. She stood up and hurried out the gates of the pool mumbling, “Excuse me.”

Neville looked at (Name’s) retreating figure, puzzled. He hurried after her with a worried expression.

He found her in a park only a few yards away from the pool. (Name) held her face in her hands as she sat on a swing set, swaying lightly. 

“(Name)?” His voice startled her, evident from her widened eyes and her small jump she performed at the sound of him.

“Neville? What are you doing here?” Her wary expression vanished, but Neville saw right through her fake smile.

“I should be asking you the same thing. Why aren’t you in there with us?” He walked towards her while gesturing towards the pool. (Name) sighed. “It’s nothing, Nev. Just feeling a bit sick.”

“(Name)…”

“Don’t let me stop you from having fun.”

Neville frowned deeply. His girlfriend was sitting in front of him, a fake smile and two hands covering her inner thighs. He took a deep breath, walking in with a bold gesture in mind.

He took her hands in his which caused (Name) to internally freak out a bit. “(Name)… Don’t think I don’t see how you react to yourself all the time…” (Name) looked at him with a guilty stare. 

“I don’t…” He cut her off with a chaste kiss. Her eyebrows curled in a distressed way as she leaned into him. She felt like no one could hurt her in his arms. She felt safe.

“I love all of you. Every single part of you I am in love with.” He looked at her with pleading eyes. He kissed her shoulder softly. 

“I love this part of you.” He kissed her hands, her wrists, her stomach. “I love these parts of you.”

He traced the marks on her inner thighs that she was so ashamed of. He could feel her shaking form, and she could feel his. “I love this part of you, no matter how much you dislike it. Every. Single. Part of you is absolutely amazing to me, and I will never think any differently.” Neville looked up to her with a gentle smile that made her heart melt.

She sobbed out and threw her arms around him. Her entire body was racking with sobs. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry Neville!” He gently caressed her back, trying to soothe her. She had almost fallen out of the swing at this point, clinging to her boyfriend as if it was the last thing she could do. “Don’t be sorry, (Name)… Don’t ever be sorry…”

She pulled away and her expression broke Neville’s heart. Her eyed were red and puffy, and her lips were quivering as she hiccuped and tried to contain her sobs. “I’ve just– I’ve just been holding it in for so long! I didn’t know how to say anything- I just!” Her eyes, which had been darting around, finally locked with his own. “Neville, I just despise myself. I hate how I was made, and I hate how I am so much uglier than every single other girl here. You’re so great Neville. You’re amazing. There are girls like Hermione, Luna, Cho who are absolutely perfect. And I’m just… Me.” Her voice cracked at the last word, her shoulders slumping down.

His heart shattered at her view of herself. How could she not see what he saw? Everything he saw in front of him was so much more than perfection to him. What she viewed as flaws was nothing but perfection to him.

“Oh, (Name)… All I see in you is brilliance. You’re like a work of art. You’re perfect in a way that is real, and I love you for it. I love you more than you can imagine and that won’t change.” (Name) sniffled at his words and hugged him with a relieved sigh. 

“Thank you, Nev… I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry, (Name). Do you feel comfortable enough to swim?” He smiled brightly, attempting to cheer her up. She grinned, nodding. “Yeah. Thanks, Neville… I’ll come swim.”

The Sun and His Sunflower

Request: “Hi!! Can I ask for a neville x reader fic where he tries to change and tries to be popular to impress the reader but the reader loves him for who he really is? :) Thanks!!” + “Hey!! I don’t know if requests are open, but it says they are in your bio, but if I’m wrong please just delete this!! Anyways, may I politely ask for some Neville Longbottom sMUT?? Idk I’m so thirsty for this boy”

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: AWKWARD FLUFFY SMUT!!

It was Wednesday, Neville realized as his finger followed the jotted plans in his notebook. Today he would visit Professor Sprout to help her with the new Shrivelfig saplings. He’d try to squeeze in a bit of cardio in the afternoon, but crossed that out with a huff, knowing he’d either be too tired or lazy by the end of the day. He had made an important note to check the growth of his collection of Mimbulus Mimbletonia, since some of them were in the early stages of a rare flowering, and would require constant observation and care. At this moment, he sat with his favourite one: a tall, spiky, dull green plant which closely resembled a cactus. When it needed water, it made an effort to move its limbs, a little twitch that Neville found quite cute. Since it was a plant it didn’t have bones, nor muscles, so its movement was extremely limited.

“Whatcha working on Neville?” You asked, jolting him out of his hasty note scribbling.

“Oh, hi (Y/n).” He blushed, unable to look at you directly. He had to take at least a minute or two to become accustomed to your sunny presence. “I-I’m just planning out my day.”

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Bts || Reaction || Super Chill

[ oo i am here for the sass !! on it, love, thanks for requesting and hope you enjoy :) ] 

Seokjin

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Honestly could see Jin starting out to be completely embarrassed at the fact that you walked in on him - at his most vulnerable - but would switch into him being salty since that’s all you say before walking out with what you came in there for. 

Yoongi 

“You haven’t seen before?? What the fuck does that mean??” 

Yoongi would probably panic at the fact that seeing a man naked didn’t even phase you - not even a little. Not to mention he was the man you saw, and yet it effected you not one bit. You would definitely be questioned once his shower was over. 

Namjoon 

“O…Okay, then.” 

Would be a little conflicted. Did this mean you wouldn’t be against finally having sex with him, or did you just lowkey call him a stripper? What things have you seen, exactly? He’d never know. And frankly, he was a little scared to ask. 

Hoseok 

You: Hobi, please, if I see something I haven’t seen before - I’ll throw a dollar at it. 

Hoseok: * S H O O K * 

Jimin 

“….” 

After you had left him, curled up and slightly frightened, he didn’t know how to respond to that last comment you made before you shut the door. You had just seen everything. He didn’t know if he could look you in the eye after that. 

Taehyung 

“Only a dollar???” 

Could honestly see him turning the embarrassing situation around by making a few jokes about the currency you had chosen. If you were going to see what God had blessed him with - without warning, no less - the least you could do was throw him a 20 or something. 

Jungkook 

“…Whose else have you seen?” 

Jungkook couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that his junk wouldn’t be the first you’ve seen. Like?? Who else’s shower have you disturbed, woman??

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I Can Be Normal, Watch!

Originally posted by wdtfsklaine

Request: can you write a jerome imagine where he captures the reader and keeps the reader safe and doesnt hurt them because he likes the reader and so then he wants to take her on a date. he tries to act normal but fails like he punches a guy or gets mad and pulls out a knife ALSO I WANTED TO SAY THAT YOU ARE SO PRETTY (im the same age and i look like a toe compared to you fyi) AND SO TALENTED I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH

Request #2: Can you do a Jerome x reader imagine where he hears the reader sing in a bar and is captivated? Maybe some fluff?

Fandom: Jerome Valeska x Reader

Note: I combined two requests together. this contains kidnapping, swearing, violence, weapons, blood, and fluff. gif isn’t mine but i wanted to use it because it made me laugh.

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Slow Burn - Part 1

Summary: The reader is reluctantly setup on a blind date and it doesn’t go as planned. Is there an instant spark or is it a slow burn?

Pairing: firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,995


Ding dong!

Ding dong!

“Y/N! Open up!”

Shit. You were hoping he forgot.

You lazily stroll over to your front door and pull it open, “Yes, sir? What can I do for you?” You greet dryly.

Your best friend Justin is planted in front of you with raised eyebrows, “Why aren’t you ready?” He asks annoyed.

“Ready for what?” You fake innocence as he invites himself into your home. “Oh please do come in!”

Justin shoots you a bitch face and shuffles into the kitchen, “I was hoping you’d be all ready and excited for your date. But I forgot who I was dealing with.” 

“Blind dates suck!” You declare with a whine, wrapping your pink fluffy bathrobe tight around your body.

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album of the year

request: Harry one where you have a little girl that looks just like you and he adores her just as much as you and shows her off but also loves daddy cuddles

masterlist

“Chloe? Chloe, where are you, we have to go–” I walked in the bathroom to find Chloe sitting on the counter, Harry behind her with her hair in his fingers and an elastic in his mouth. “So you didn’t like how I did your hair, huh?” I smirked.

“Daddy braids better, mum, we didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

I laughed as Harry secured a braid in her hair, “You didn’t hurt my feelings, sweetie.”

“Alright,” Harry lifted Chloe down from the counter, “You’re ready for the red carpet, princess. Show me your walk and pose.“

Chloe walked a few steps, hand on hips as Harry narrated, "Walk, walk, walk, pose.” Chloe smiled at the hypothetical cameras. “Walk, walk, walk, pose.” Chloe blew a kiss to the camera. “Perfect! They’re gonna love you.”

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anonymous asked:

Eep! Headcanons of Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima on seeing their lovely bride walk down the aisle on their wedding day? Thank you! :3

legit, this is so cute.

Kirishima Eijirou

Kirishima wanted a traditional wedding, you somehow convinced him to keep his hair down. He didn’t want to, but he eased up to it when people complimented his hair and said he looked manly.

-The anticipation is killing him. He’s sweating like crazy and his palms are clammy.

-Crap! If his palms are clammy, you’re gonna be grossed out when you hold his hands. He wipes them like every 5 seconds off of his jacket just to make sure.

-He promises himself not to cry, he’s had a lump in his throat since he had started getting dressed that morning.

-Yet as soon as he sees your dress flowing down the aisle, as if it’s carrying you on your own, he breaks his promise as he feels his eyes stinging. He convinces himself it’s sweat, he knows it’s not.

-He has a dorky smile that he can’t help, he tries to straighten his face but he just can’t. His dorky smile shines brighter when he hears you giggle at his face at the end of the aisle.

-”Come on, Kirishima. Real men cry. REal MeN CrY”

-As you make it to the end of the aisle tears stream down his face, you grab his hands and notice they’re soaked.

Todoroki Shoto

-We all know Todoroki would want an Eastern styled wedding, that is what he got. 

-They catalog had hair styles that were all unappealing to him, seemingly mixing his hair colors together. All he had asked for was to keep his two hair colors apart at all costs. 

-He would only let you do his hair, so you kept it simple and kept the red part out of the way. He was rather pleased when he saw himself in the mirror.

-He would invite his mother, who would most likely sit in the back and smile at her son the whole time. Keeping from conversing with others, just admiring.

-As soon as he sees you in your Kimino, It’s like his whole world stops. He can feel his shaking lips curl into a smile, think about how gorgeous you looked and how unreal this whole thing is. 

-He feels like the most luckiest man on the earth to have somebody as great as you love him, he feels like he doesn’t deserve it.

-”Y/N.. I am.. so happy. Right now.” 

Bakugou Katsuki

-Literally did not care what kind of wedding he had, as long as you were happy. You had planned it with his mother, who made a HUGE deal out of it.

-As much to his dismay, he growled at his mother as she gelled his spiky hair down. He had already brushed it, what more could she want from him?

-Kirishima would be his best man, br0s for lyfe

-Kirishima would tell him it’s okay to be nervous. “I’m not nervous, you fuckhead.”

-HE WAS NERVOUS.

-A little more rational than the other two though, he grew impatient waiting for you to come down the aisle. Geez, how long could it take? she already looks good all the time.

-He doesn’t want to have a weird face while you walk down the aisle, but as soon as you walk out he feels his lips curl into a smirk. You were all his, and everybody there knows it.

-He’s lowkey mad that he feels his face heating up and his hands get sweaty, the last thing he wants is to make a fool of himself.

-He takes your hands into his and as soon as you make eye contact, his hands blow up. 

-Dumbass.

hearts don’t break around here

for the kindest soul I have met recently, I’m glad you exist @captofthesswolfstar It’s a bit messy but it’s fluffy.


It wasn’t a scene someone would be used to, a big shaggy dog messing around with a deer while a rat was munching on the cheese right in front of a tall lanky boy. The sandy haired boy didn’t seem bothered by the rat, he even smiled at him occasionally as he let the sun roam on his scarred skin. He looked broken but every piece was somewhere around him, not completely lost but not completely found. 

As the black dog slowly lied in front of him, he started patting his head absentmindedly and his long fingers made their way on their own scratching that one spot behind the dog’s ear. The black dog slowly morphed into a gorgeous man but he kept laying down, his eyes on the boy with questioning eyes.

“Say, Remus…”

“Mm-hmm,”

“What will happen in 10 years?”

“I don’t know Pads,” replied Remus lazily, it had been a week since the last full moon and his eyes couldn’t fight the beauty of the warmth that radiated from the sun. “I can’t imagine my life after the next full moon, don’t ask me to see that far into the future.”

“Do you think, maybe, we’d still be together?”

Remus suddenly sat upright, it was an unexpected question and a rude one.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he asked angrily.

“No, no,” said Sirius as he pushed himself up to stare the werewolf in the eyes. “You got me wrong, I’m just– I just feel like I have the potential to royally fuck up what we have and I– well, I’m scared.”

“Where’s this coming from?”

“I couldn’t sleep last night and I thought about the future until 4 am,” explained Sirius. “I realised I would give anything to have you with me every step of the way and I don’t know why I asked you, I guess–”

“You were being you,” cut off Remus grinning. “Of course we are going to be together in 10 years.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because no one else would deal with your 50 minute hair ritual Pads and because no one would love me the way you do,” he smiled bitterly.

“But of course they would,” began Sirius as he intertwined his fingers with Remus’. “I bet there are loads of other people who will love you better than I do.”

“And who told you that?” he asked trying to lift Sirius’ gaze from the grass to his face. “You are just assuming things, as you do.”

“It’s just that with this ‘war’ going on around us,” said Sirius as he pulled few grass, “I feel like I’m bound to go bad.”

Sirius,” scolded Remus softly. “You are not a bad person, you are a good person who bad things have happened to. Just because your mother is a maniac does not mean that you will go bad.”

Sirius tried to reply but Remus raised his hand to stop him from speaking.

“I mean James would probably die before he lets you go to the other side,” he laughed. “But jokes aside, I trust you Sirius and I hope you value my trust enough not to break it.”

“Of course I do,” replied Sirius sounding a little offended. He lied back down his head on Remus’ lap as the amber eyed boy twirled his fingers in Sirius’ pitch black hair. “As long as you guys are here, I’m here, too. I would never leave you alone.” 

“I don’t know if we can get married but–”

“We don’t have to,” mumbled Sirius. “We’ll get a small place, I’ll become an auror like I always wanted to and you’ll work at Hogwarts as a defense against the dark arts teacher or something.”

“I always thought you would make an amazing healer,” suggested Remus, his eyes fixed on the rat walking on the deer. “You are the reason I don’t scar like I used to.”

“Those are just potions and–”

“My mum uses the same potions Pads, you are talented,” Remus assured him. Sirius’ grey eyes shone warmer under the sunlight, kind and welcoming. “Just think about it, it’s a suggestion.”

“I will,” replied Sirius as his lip curled up. He grabbed the free hand of Remus and kissed each bruised knuckle. Maybe the werewolf was right, he could help a lot of people, maybe find the redemption he had been looking for his family’s sins. “How is it that you see the best in me all the bloody time?”

“You are dating me and you talk about seeing the best in someone, have you seen me at a full moon?”

They both started laughing, it had taken a good time but Remus was now joking about the furry little problem of his. 

“I have,” said Sirius after he caught his breath. “I wouldn’t change anything about you if they gave me the world and you know that.”

“Because you are weird Sirius Black,” said Remus as he shook his head.

“Imperfect is perfect,” he replied with a smirk and the deer morphed back into a tall messy haired boy and caught the rat with his fast reflexes.

“Trying to run away Wormy? I know the lovebirds are boring as fuck,” teased James and Sirius replied by blowing a raspberry. 

“Sod off, Potter,” said Remus, he had a mischievous smile on his face. “How’s it going with Lily, anyways?”

“I hate you,” he answered as he let go of the rat who was struggling to get away. “Oh, hi there Petey.”

“’Hi there Petey’” mocked Peter, making a pretty good imitation of James. “Really you guys seemed so serio– umm, deep in conversation?”

“We were discussing how long it will take for Prongs to ask Evans out,” lied Sirius, just to mess with James. “We have a bet going on.”

“I’m sorry, you wanker,” he snapped. “Didn’t it take you two to come to terms with your fucking feelings– what was it Petey?”

“16 months.”

“Yeah, thanks- sixteen bloody months,” continued James. Remus snorted as Sirius bit his lip trying not to laugh. Peter was just staring from James to Sirius, trying to understand when he will have to hold James back from attacking Sirius. “I rue the day you guys got together.”

“There, there Prongs,” consoled Remus. “I’m sure you and Lily will have small Potters running around in no time.”

The boys all laughed at this snark remark from the werewolf and Sirius kept drawing in his palm with his finger. Ten years looked so far in the future but somehow now it wasn’t as hard to imagine as it was last night at 3.30 am. Sirius wouldn’t have imagined his future as he does now four years ago but he let the warmth take over as he stared at the shining eyes of Remus and his small scar on his left cheek. Imperfect was completely perfect.