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Just Fine (Zach Dempsey X Reader)

A/N: I just love sad boy Zach (Also I finished writing this at 5am so im sorry if its shitty)


~*(Y/N)’s Pov*~

It never got this bad. We’ve had arguments before, but this, this was too much. I don’t even remember what the hell we were fighting about but I do know that it wasn’t a big deal yet it somehow turned into one. How does a small misunderstanding turn into us yelling at each other and throwing names and accusations so carelessly? I really have no idea.

The fight blew over and we were both just laying on his bed next to each other, but not close to each other. He was laying on his back trying hard to concentrate on the dark ceiling and I was laying on my side facing away from him with tears still streaming down my face. We were quiet, not daring to break the silence because we were equally scared of what would happen next. Would we really break up over something that started out as a simple argument? I sure hope not. Yes I was mad at him and he was mad at me but this can’t be the end, right? You don’t break  up with someone that you’ve been with for this long over over a fucking argument. 

Even though I wasn’t facing him I could tell that he had a million thoughts racing through his head, and to be honest I did too. I figured that I should probably speak up because the longer this silence was, the worse things would end up. Before I had the chance to say anything I heard him sigh and I turned to him, still not getting closer. He kept his gaze on the ceiling as I continued to examine his face in the dark room.

“This isn’t it, right?” He asked in a shakey voice, still looking up and not facing me. I noticed a tear roll down the side of his face. His voice was now soft, unlike how it was 15 minutes ago when he was yelling. 

“What do you mean?” I asked acting like I didn’t know what he was talking about, although I knew exactly what he meant. I went to wipe the tear and as soon as I placed my thumb on his cheek he tensed up, but quickly eased down. He waited a few moments then spoke up again.

He was now closer and laying on his side facing me, his eyes showing signs of sadness and hurt, and a few other emotions I wasn’t sure of. 

“I mean we’ll still be together, right? We’ll be okay?” His voice broke at the last words causing my heart to break too. His breathing became uneven and he buried his head in the crook of my neck. I quickly realized that he was…crying? I thought he was staying quiet because he was considering just breaking up with me. Apparently he guessed that that’s what I was thinking as well. My hand began playing with his hair, but I still didn’t respond.

“(Y/N)? Say something, please.” He said in between breaths. “Tell me that we aren’t done. That I didn’t ruin things because I got too mad. Tell me that this isn’t my fault.” He begged. I’ve never seen him like this. We’ve been dating for a while now and I’ve always seen him as an upbeat happy person who constantly made jokes and acted childish, but now all I saw was someone who was scared of what was to come, someone lonely. 

“Of course it’s not your fault baby. We’ll be just fine.” I assured him. Sure this fight was messy but it sure wasn’t enough to break us up. 

Baby Come Home (14/?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing

A/N: You were apart of The Avengers, in love with Captain America and suddenly everything is different. Two years later, you’re engaged to a man named Ryan and telling yourself you’re over Steve Rogers and The Avengers, but that might not be the truth. When your secrets start coming to the surface, you have to face the reality that you’ve been trying to bury for two years. Will you say I Do picturing Steve’s face or will you come to your senses and face what’s staring back at you?

(Steve POV in some places, italics are flashbacks)

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“You need medical (Y/N).” Steve pushes you back down on the gurney.

“Steve, I’m fine!” You fight back. “I’ve been shot before.” You shake your head.

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anonymous asked:

hi HB!! i was just wondering how you built up the confidence to not wear makeup anymore. i really dont want to and im okay with my face with no makeup when im at home or camping or whatnot but when i go to work i get super self conscious and people tell me how tired and sick i look i guess bc i have super dark circles :c thanks for all your help i hope you're having a great day!!

it was honestly soooo hard for me to quit wearing makeup, like it was such an emotional year and tbh it is still a daily battle! 

I only quit wearing it to work when I started a new job where they’d never seen me with makeup! because then it wasn’t like a surprise that i have a normal face underneath the foundation. if you & the people around you are used to the way you look without makeup, they won’t even notice it! 

The way I made the transition was I just started to wear a little less makeup to my old job and my classes, started to go on occasional days without makeup to gauge the reaction, and then finally transitioned to being fully makeup-free when I started at the bookstore! I took down the face mirror in my room (but kept a full length mirror lol) so that I’ll stop obsessing over my stupid face and looking at it and criticizing it and making comparisons. and strangely, “out of sight, out of mind” is a fact? I try to take fewer selfies. I try to dress in clothes that make me feel COMFORTABLE and also feel like MY REAL SELF, which helps to boost my confidence a lot! The fact that I don’t wear makeup doesn’t mean I don’t care at all about my appearance - I just wanna look like my most genuine and authentic self. i wanna feel in control of my body. tattoos help me with this too. for some people, their most genuine self can be expressed through makeup, which I recognize, but the things I take issue with in makeup obviously aren’t issues of self expression, and that’s a whole different discussion. 

unfortunately there are still tons of environments where women are considered unprofessional if they don’t wear makeup, which is part of what makes makeup so evil. and i recognize that not all women have the privilege/situations to help them step out of it.

(and I still sometimes wear concealer under my eyes, because sometimes I just can’t sleep and i look like a zombie in the morning.)

idk, there are definitely makeup things I still do. I wear lipstick to work, which i honestly think tricks most people into thinking i’m wearing makeup. i fill in my eyebrows (because i’m a natural blond and I dye my hair black, so my eyebrows just look SO blond unless i color them in.) And if we have a Big Event at work I’ll wear mascara and maybe a little highlighter. 

I don’t allow myself to conceal my acne or my scars anymore, because I realized:

1. even when the color is covered up, anyone with eyes could still tell that there is acne and a really uneven skin texture on my face, unless i wore like a literal mask of makeup

2. makeup 100% makes my acne worse and irritates it and causes more breakouts

so whenever i have a big old zit and i am tempted to put concealer on it i just remind myself that this big old zit makes me human, that everyone gets them, that men are NEVER told to cover theirs up (which will eventually make things worse,)  that skin makeup is a vicious cycle where the more I use the more I need. and that the way I allow my skin to heal is by giving it time and air and moisturizer, not by drowning it in chemicals. 

ALSO whenever I feel scared to be my authentic self, I remember what Adrienne Rich said: “When a woman speaks her truth she creates space for other women to speak their truth.” I just wanna create a more positive space for women in this world, and a freedom to be our truest self, and I can’t change the whole world, but I can start with myself!

Harassment Isn’t A Compliment

Prompt: Imagine being hit on and catcalled by a crew worker on tour and Andy getting extremely defensive about it.

Pairing: Andy Biersack x reader

Alright… Now how the hell do I write Andy….


I as alerted by the sound of my phone ringing. I knew before I had looked down that it was a text from Andy, who was surely wondering where I was.

“Babe where are you?” The text read.

I grinned at my phone, knowing that he always got jittery whenever I was away from his dressing room or trailer for a few hours. He wasn’t possessive or anything - well maybe not much - he just got worried that I had lost my way around the new concert hall.

“Hall H. Just got back from lunch, I’ll be there in a minute ;)”

Flicking my phone off, I turned the corner, hoping to get to Andy’s room as soon as possible before he got ready for his show. It started in five hours and his makeup usually took a while to prefect.

It was then I heard a low whistle directly in front of me.

A man, probably in his forties, with a thin beard and blond crew cut stood in my way, a crooked smirk playing on his lips.

“Damn, nice dress little lady” He said in a sickly tone, eyeing me up and down like a meal.

I had been in too many of these situations before to know where it went and lowered my head, trying to will my skirt to go lower.

“Thank you…” I murmured, trying to find a way around this guy. Sadly he stood in the center of the hallway and he was beginning to get a bit too close for comfort.

He chuckled, “Aw, it’s okay. Take a compliment”

‘Harassment isn’t a compliment’ I thought of saying it but decided against it, just wanting to get back to Andy’s dressing room already and brush this whole thing off.

“I was just saying that maybe you’d like to get a drink later, darling?” The guy was now so close that I could feel his reeking breath on my face, making me want to gag.

I didn’t say anything, just kept my head low and tried to walk past him but he caught my wrist as I tried to speed away, his grip tight.

“Come on, I promise it’ll be fun” He said with a hungry gaze, not even trying to hide how he was staring at my cleavage.

“I-I have a boyfriend…” I tried, and inevitably failed.

He laughed, giving me a wolfish grin, “Suuuure…”

I couldn’t stand it anymore, jerking my hand away from his wrist and sprinting down the hall, unable to see clearly with the tears forming in my eyelids. I realized that I had arrived at Andy’s dressing room and quickly unhatched the door and dashing inside.

Andy was sitting in his chair, a bright smile spreading on his face when he heard me enter the room, only the drop instantly when he saw the tears forming in my eyes.

“Y/N?” He said worriedly, standing up from the chair and walking over to me.

I couldn’t resist pulling him into a hug and burrowing my head in his shoulder, tears seeping into his black biker jacket. All the anxiety, fear, and stress I had just gone though bubbled up, shortening my breathing and making my skin crawl. I hated showing myself like this to Andy but I couldn’t help the boiling feelings that coursed through my mind.

“Y/N what happened?” Andy was scared, actually scared. Scared that something truly awful had happened and he couldn’t help but jump to horrifying conclusions.

My voice was shaky and uneven, indisputable proof that sealed me from ever trying to play this off and hide what had happened. “T-There was… a guy in the hallway…”

Andy was perceptive and immediately knew what had happened just from those words alone. The singer carefully pulled me away from him, staring at me with his piercing blue eyes.

“Who was he? Did you see who did it?” He was speaking slowly, thinly hidden anger bubbled at the surface of his words like oil in water.

I regained my composure, realizing that I didn’t have to be scared anymore, now that Andy was here. “He… He had blonde hair… And a few tattoos…”

He nodded along with me, understanding how difficult it was for me to say this, “And? Where did you see him?”

“D-Down the hall…” That was all it took for him to release me, practically throwing open the door and stalking down the corridor. I suddenly realized what he was about to do and rushed after him.

By the time I saw him again he was already pushing the man who assaulted me against the wall, his hand clasped around his throat. “Andy stop it!” I cried, running up to his side.

The person in question looked absolutely terrified, actually shaking in front of Andy. “Did I fucking stutter you piece of fucking shit?” He said grimly, his grip tightening.

“I-I didn’t know she was taken! I’m sorry man, it won’t happen again!” The man couldn’t decide where to look, whether at me, Andy, or a possible escape route.

Andy didn’t back down, “Why do I fucking matter? If you do that to any girl, taken or not, makes you more fucking worthless than shit” I knew I should stop this but I was gaining too much of a guilty, satisfied feeling from watching the cat caller shrink in terror.

The man blabbered helplessly, constantly diverting eye contact from Andy.

“Fucking look at me!” I knew that if I didn’t intervene Andy might actually beat the man to death, I stepped in.

“Andy, he’s had enough!” I shouted, holding on to his arm.

Tension hung in the air, interrupted only from the few murmurs and variations of ‘She’s right, let me go’s from the cat caller.

After a moment a intense internal debate, Andy loosened his grip, letting the man collapse to the ground, gasping for breath.

I was about to leave with Andy, pull him out of the scene as fast as possible and try to forget all of this, but not before Andy shouted back, “If you ever do that again I’ll fucking kill you!”


I know it was short but if I added more then it would just be dragging it out

I’ll try to write more for Andy soon but tomorrow I’m studying for math (kill me) and I’m also going ice skating tomorrow with my gal pal (yey) So I’ll try to squeeze some more writing time!

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EDIT: Now posted on AO3

The water fell with a splat on her carefully written notes. The ink bled into the paper and the words blended together, making it indecipherable. Soo looked up to glare at the man leaning over her shoulder, Wang So. He held his drink high over her, his eyes perusing over her work, and she watched as the condensation drip, drip, dripped onto her papers, onto her hand, and onto her shoulder. The cup tipped perilously in his hand and more water threatened to descend upon her notebooks. “Are you serious right now? You’re getting my notes all wet.”

He looked down at her notebook, saw where the pages wrinkled with moisture. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize,” he said. He took his shirt and wiped the sides of the glass, leaving uneven and dark wet spots across it.

She rolled her eyes, trying to push him away as he came over to dry the table with the hem of his shirt. “Obviously you didn’t realize or my notes wouldn’t be soaked right now. Can you just leave me and Baek Ah to study in peace? We have an exam coming up.”

He chuckled. “Right, Baek Ah is studying peacefully alright.”

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story time👹

So I know I won’t ever even look like an average girl. There’s no need to make fun of that.
I was at a club the other night, you know, trying my best to dance(i’m really bad, I guess because I know I look bad) and there’s this gorgeous guy who tells me “Hey, you really liked to my friend” while he’s hugging him and laughing.
When you’re ugly, you know that only means one thing: they are making fun of you. I could tell for the sound of that dude’s voice. He was teasing me, and it hurt. It hurt so much. I just ignore it and keep dancing with my friends.
But you know what? Those things haunt you for days. People don’t realize how hard it is. Regardless if they’re making fun of your face, your hair, your teeth, your acne, your uneven eyes… IT FUCKING HURTS AND I WILL BE THINKING ABOUT IT HOURS LATER.
All the laughs, the mean comments, the rejection…
And the worst part is, you don’t feel like they did something wrong. You only feel the emptiness and embarrassment, like you’re not good enough. Like you’re not worth it. Like if you aren’t valuable.

It’s fucked up.

To all the girls who struggle to accept their self-beauty...

I want you to do this girl a favor.  It’s something I’ve been doing for the last few days now, and I’ve noticed that it really works.

Go find yourself a mirror.  Preferably the bathroom mirror, so you can close the door and not worry about anyone staring at you, but any mirror that lets you see your whole face easily will do.

Now, look at your reflection.  Lean in real close, so you can see every detail.  Look at your eyes–their shape and color, the length of your eyelashes, all of it.  Look at your nose–the shape, size, all of it (even that little pimple that everyone gets at least once that sits right on the middle).  Look at your lips–the corners, the color, the size, all of it.

Now, give your reflection a great big smile.  Smile at your reflection like you mean it–your reflection will smile back no matter what.

Look at that smile.  The way your eyes crinkle, the way your cheeks get all round and pudgy and cute, the way your dimples show, the way you look happy.

Now, tell your reflection that it’s beautiful, gorgeous, cute, anything you need to hear.  Imagine you’re meeting someone with a bright smile that looks exactly like you.  Tell them how beautiful they are.  Tell them how cute they are.  Say it as much as you have to.

Why?

Because it’s true.

You’re beautiful.  You’re gorgeous.  You’re cute.  But most of all, you’re you.  The way your eyes crinkle when you smile, the way your nose might have that cute little bubble on the tip, the way you smile, the shape of your face, everything–that’s all you and no one else.  There’s no comparison to be made–you’re the cutest damn thing on this side of the planet, you’re your own world.

Why am I asking you to do this?  Well, let me tell you a little story.  It’s brief, I promise.

My boyfriend always calls me cute.  Gorgeous.  Beautiful.  Everything.  And I could never bring myself to believe it.  I’ve always thought I was dumpy, lopsided, ugly.  I’m covered in zit-scars and I have a hunched back, so much that I was always called the Hunchback of Baltimore in school.  And I felt horrible, because I believed my boyfriend to be blind and not see how hideous I thought I was.

And one day, I wanted to know just what makes me so cute in his eyes.  I stared at my reflection for an hour.  I smiled.  I made cute faces.  I laughed.  I looked at every detail that I thought made me ugly–my uneven skin complexion, my pudgy cheeks and chin, my bubble-shaped nose.  And I realized something–I really am cute.  I have a cute smile that makes my cheeks even pudgier, I have a cute little bubble-nose that runs in my family, and I have beautiful hazel eyes.

So what if you don’t look like the models in the magazines or the stars in the movies?  There’s no comparing apples to oranges–you’re you, not the models or stars, and they’re not you.  You’re beautiful, you’re gorgeous, you’re cute, you are your own goddess.

So smile and mean it, girls–you’re beautiful no matter what.

au where sakura dies protecting sarada from shin 

when their enemy finally falls, she sees boruto collapse in her periphery, while mitsuki moves to check their teammate’s injury. sarada, however, is drawn to the figure that their enemy had summoned to stop them. she hasn’t seen this woman in nearly seven years, she realizes when she’s less than a meter away.

sarada squeezes her eyes shut, feeling her mother’s fingers graze her forehead. it’s not the affectionate poke of her childhood – rather her mother sweeps the messy, uneven line of her bangs. 

“now what happened here, little one?” 

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I Am Not Afraid- Chapter 1

Summary: Dan was diagnosed with cancer 3 years ago, and eventually pulls through and is able to go back home. He isn’t used to having friends, but when he meets Phil it changes everything.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, and AU

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cancer/illness, possible smut in later chapters

AN: So basically this whole fic was inspired by the black parade album from my chemical romance… hope you enjoy :P

I’ve spent way too much time in this fucking hospital. I didn’t even remember the names of half the TV shows I used to watch or the music I used to listen to while I was in here. I was way to ill to enjoy anything. Cancer is possibly one of the worst things I could ever think of. Not only do you constantly have to go through treatment that makes your hair fall out, you also constantly feel the need to do nothing. Not that you can do anything in this stupid place.

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That Kiss Was Mine {Christmas Series}

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Pairing: You x Chanyeol

Summary: When you get kissed by another guy.

Thud.

I started awake, my forehead creasing as I frowned in confusion. Darkness filled my bedroom, the warmth of my bed threatening to lull me straight back to sleep when the sound of something striking my window alerted me again.

Thud.

Okay, I definitely didn’t imagine that.

I begrudgingly pushed the covers off my body, yawning in exhaustion as I pulled a hoodie over my t-shirt and sweatpants. I shuffled over to the window a little apprehensively, my fingers reaching out for the curtain to pull it aside.

Another snowball exploded against the glass just as I was greeted by the view of the snow covered street outside. I jumped, startled, before I gasped quietly in realization.

Chanyeol? 

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Real-Ass Makeup Problems

-bottom-lashes, you basic assholes. Getting mascara on them is like eating glass because it makes your smile look beautiful.

-almost putting on your dark red, long-last, rub-this-shit-off-with-gasoline on perfectly and then you smear it at the last minute.

-buying expensive foundation (that looks great in the store) and then realizing it makes you look like the freakin’ Yellow King

-contour? More like let me smear brownie mix on my face so I can look like a lunatic, because these ladies on Youtube are wizards? Have a different kind of bronzer? Am I doing this right?

-I’m sorry, I should be putting WHAT...WHERE?!

-I don’t get highligher! I just don’t get it!

-My makeup looks fantastic! Guess I’ll just forget and rub my eye now.

-oh man, this eyeliner on my right eye looks great. Good thing the other eye looks like somebody stabbed Taylor Momsen in the eye with a collection of Sharpies

-oh man, this eyeliner line looks really uneven, maybe if I just make it GIANT it will look better

-I give up on life, and it is because of my catastrophically horrible application of this eyeliner

-this foundation really looks great until I step into the light and realize I look like I am wearing a blemish-free SKIN MASK

-You mean to tell me we’ve been talking for 20 minutes about the fuckin weather and you left out how my teeth have more lipstick on them than the collar of a guy in a drama on ABC that is cheating on his wife?!?!

-This blush will make me look very flushed, if flushed means stuck in a sauna desert while slowly becoming an old lady.

-This powder will mattify my face, if mattify meant to look like a corpse, but definitely not in the fun Helena Bonham Carter way!

-This concealer makes me look not pimple-less, but rather like I have large flesh colored bumps on my face.

-This concealer does absolutely fucking nothing!

-Oh, I’m sorry, do you have spider legs glued to your eyelashes or is your mascara just happy to see me/is also total bullshit?

-OK is pink eyeshadow fashion forward or does it make me LOOK LIKE A DRUG MONSTER

-Yeah, I’d love to eat or do anything with my lips but sorry, I’m wearing lipstick, can’t

-Great, I love it, so glad it’s a million dollars

-Great, natural makeup looks so easy, glad I only need 32 products

-Great, I’m glad you made that smoky eye look so easy, now watch me do it and look like I am a child’s drawing of Kim Kardashian

-I am so tired and so drunk please don’t make me take this makeup off it takes eleven years

-I’m aware that I look great without makeup, but I LIKE wearing makeup you judgey fuck.

I wanted to join all my cool friends who have been posting selfies lately, then felt discouraged because I’m actually just five mental illnesses in a trench coat and it’s been what feels like years since I looked presentable, then realized that this was no reason not to feel cute, so here I am, making the best of bruises under the eyes, uncombed hair and uneven bangs that haven’t seen a pair of scissors since this summer

I look like I’ve been through hell and came back out still wearing a lil flower in my hair somehow and that is actually not at all a bad aesthetic imo