i will stop with pictures of my ugly face

Protective | archie andrews

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

a/n: please please request ideas for short series or one shots!! i like to cater to you guys and sometimes you really do come up with some cool ideas!! love always R🌹

as the years went on you’d think bullying and slut shaming was a thing of the past, you were sadly mistaken. in fact it seemed to get worse and more and more creative as the times went on.

i obliviously walked into school head held higher than normal as i spot Betty and Veronica standing near my locker, smiling brightly i approach them a little bounce in my step as I over to them.

“hey”

i gawk smiling like an idiot, i had my very first date last night with one Reggie Mantle and you think it went rather well. we had a meal at pops and then went to the drive in to watch a movie where we stuffed our faces with junk food and spent the night cuddled up in the back of his truck with some small make out sessions before he dropped me home just before curfew.

I was still grinning, the gang wasn’t very thrilled with the idea of me going they said that he was a stupid football jock that just wanted to get into my pants and last night just proves that they were wrong - for once.

my smile fades as i glance at their concerned expression, i grab my books and close my locker as they glance from their phones to others loitering in the halls before first period before finally glancing at me.

“what?” i laugh glancing the hall to see many eyes on me, i spot Archie his expression the same as the girls.

“okay what the hell happened”

i ask breaking the silence, tapping my fingers against my books growing impatience at their lack of emotions and words.

“will someone please tell me what’s going on!”

i practically yell, Veronica glances at her phone again and i snatch it from her grasp as the red headed boy stops in front of us mumbling a small greeting.

i glance at the phone and see that the photo Reggie had taken off me last night in the drive in cuddle up to him, only he’d modified the picture and photoshopped maple syrup running down my face.

“oh my god” i say my breathe catching in my throat i click on the comments and instantly regret it the words ‘slut’ ‘ugly’ ‘whore’ 'attention seeking’ came up regularly along with comments about my weight and seemed liked everything else 'what a freak’ i give Veronica back her phone and sniffle tears pricking my eyes.

I look up to see Betty and Veronica staring me down

“do it say it!! okay 'i told you so’ okay I get it”

the girls shake their heads scrambling for words to comfort me

“forget it” i whisper pushing past them

“(y/n)” i hear archie call but I ignore him keeping my head down as i rush to class, everyone laughing and sharing comments as I pass.

i round the corner and slam into a body, we bump heads and i cuss grabbing my fallen bag and glances to see Jughead concern etched on his face “I saw the picture are you okay?” i sigh sniffling.

“no” i whisper

he places his hand on my shoulder rubbing it soothingly “i didn’t even do anything juggie- Archie’s and the others are just itching to tell me that they were right- again!”

“it’s okay- we know it’s not true. people believe what they want okay you-” jughead tries to soothe me running his hands up and down my arms.

“jughead” we both look up to see the smug look of Reggie

my blood boils and I shove his chest “i can’t believe you” i spit tearing up at the sight of him.

“what’s wrong baby?” he coos placing his hand tenderly on my shoulder i shudder at his touch and rip my shoulder from his grasp “don’t touch me reggie!” i warn.

he steps forward and jughead stands in front of me protectively, he laughs clapping his hands looking to his boys standing behind him “would you look at that” he howls getting up in jughead face.

“don’t even think about it” i seethe standing in front of jughead pushes at reggies chest.

as much as i wanted to cower behind juggie i knew that Reggie wouldn’t flinch punching him and the last thing i wanted was for my best friend to get punched in the face.

“oh c'mon i wasn’t going to punch your little boyfriend” he teases winking at the both of us “he’s not my boyfriend reggie- he’s my friend and i will not let some jerk bully my friends” i shout “or me for that matter”

he bites his lip pulling me into the wall pinning me down “god your hot when your angry” he whispers huskily into my neck.

“get off!!” i yell looking desperately to jughead for help but Reggies boys were holding him hostage.

“i mean it Reggie get off” i yell everyone decides to gather to watch the show, i thrash trying to get out of his grip but it’s useless.

“oh come one little (y/n) you weren’t this shy with me last night” i squirm “your fat ass wasn’t mad when I had my tongue in your mouth” he smirks and i cringe knowing that he was right.

“MANTLE” i head a loud voice

“archie” i say breathless my eyes begging for help

“let her go now” he orders edging closer

“or what andr-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence before archie ran and shoved Reggie off me and onto the floor.

grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into his arms

“so this is your boyfriend?” he howls “Andrews and (y/l/n) nice, I mean Arch buddy you could do way better she’s not much of a 10” he chuckles the group agreeing with him

“you okay” he whispers i nod “im okay now” i smile at him

“hate to break up the love fest but she’s mine archie, her face might not be all that but boy is her body”

the group whistles as they look me up and down taking in every once of me, i felt disgusted and disappointed that I ever thought Reggie was more than a jock with a good body.

the moment didn’t last as reggie grabbed me and shoved me into jughead, that flicks a switch in archie as he punches the boy in the jaw they wrestle around punching other and i yell for them to stop jughead holding me back.

the teachers are alerted and rush over to separate the boys as soon as Archie’s pulled back i run over to him placing my hands on his cheeks examining his face.

“arch” i say sadly glancing at his bruised eye and split lip.

“Andrews, Mantle my office NOW”

//

“i can’t believe the fought over you!” Ronnie squeals helping me zip up the back of my cheerleading uniform “swoon!” she finishes skipping over to Betty.

“it wasn’t over me, reggie was being an ass and Archie was just being a good friend” i conclude pulling my hair into a half up half down look adding blue ribbon for school spirt.

“have you spoke to him since it happened?” Betty asks sitting in front of me worry filling her voice.

“no, he had detention at lunch” she nods and i feel guilty “he came to see me after school but i just wanted to be alone. ill see him tonight” i try and smile knowing that Reggie would also be at the game.

Veronica touches up my face with a little makeup before the three of us head to school for the pep rally, my mood lifts a little football games were a ritual for me. i loved cheering with B & V and watching Archie play. Often we managed to drag Jughead and Kevin to the games to watch us all tonight that was one of those nights.

we meet the squad in the change rooms and grab our poms poms getting ready to go out onto the field to get the crowd pumped

“you will speak with him before the game right?” Veronica asks me worried, i nod following the girls out onto the field “promise”

“WOOHOO GO THE BULLDOGS” we cheer running and flipping out onto the field hyping the crowd up i spot jughead in the crowd and i jog over to him when Cheryl isn’t looking

“juggie!” i yell catching his attention “have you seen arch?” as the words leave my mouth the bulldogs run through the banner Archie leading the pack with a huge black eye. i glance at him guilty, he doesn’t see me searching through the crowd of river vixen. “ill talk to you later” i tell him he smiles frustrated giving me the 'I know your not okay’ stare.

i jog over to the drinks table where Archie stand his back facing me, i approach place my hand on his shoulder causing him to spin around relief flooding his expression as he realises it’s me.

“oh thank god it thought you weren’t here and i know you love the games and I didn’t want you to not come because of reggie and-” i cut him off placing my hand on his cheek touching the purpleness around his eyes gently.

“oh arch” he’s hand shots up to touch mine “im so sorry” i tell him tearing up

“hey it’s okay-” and just like that he’s swept up onto the field with all the others “arch” i call out trying to get he’s attention.

“hey it’s okay” i feel Betty’s hand on my shoulder “we gotta get ready” i nod turning to face her following her back to the squad getting ready to perform

//

the game finished miserable as the win was taken away from us in the last 5 minutes, the bulldogs look dull as they exit the field heading to the locker rooms. i sigh and grab my bag walking after the boys i needed to speak with Archie.

“(y/n)” i hear jughead call, choosing to ignore him i walk faster hoping to catch archie before he got into the locker room

“hey!” he yells panting as he catching up to me “ignore me much?” i roll my eyes

“i need to talk with archie okay? now are walking me or not?” i stop glancing at him “fine but yes i am because i swear to god if reggie lays a finger on you” i roll my eyes pulling him behind me

“yeah yeah you’ll kill him”

i push through the crowd of half naked boys as they undress ready to hit the showers, i struggle to find the boy before i spot the familiar red mop of hair. i weave in and out of the crowd before i edge closer to him.

he mustn’t of seen me because he turned and crash into me losing his towel in the process, jughead covers my eyes as Archie scrambles to re adjust his towel “(y/n) jughead what are you doing-”

i put my finger on his lips silencing him “let me talk please” i tell him, gaining the attention of everyone in the locker room.

i realise now why Jughead thought this was a bad idea

“look im sorry about today- your eye you losing the captain spot- you shouldn’t have gotten involved Archie it wasn’t your fight! you warned me and i didn’t listen and now your in trouble with your dad and the principal and you have a busted lip and a black eye all because of that freaking jerk!” i yell tearing up feeling stupid

“I know how much football meant to you, you need it to get into college to study your music and i completely ruined it for you because of a stupid stupid idea to prove a point!”

i run my fingers through my hair a few tears falling down my face, i wipe them as quickly as they fall Archie looks defeated not knowing what to say

“(y/n)-” he steps forward but stops as loud clapping fills the locker room

“what a speech” i growl facing Reggie

“oh go fuck yourself Reggie, haven’t you ruined enough lives today!” he smirks leaning against the locker his towel hanging low off his hips.

he reaches out to brush my hair behind my ear and Archie moves in front of me but i clasp my arm around his bicep “he isn’t worth it” i spit tugging Archie toward me.

“did i tell you how good you looked in that uniform” he licks his lips “that mini skirt, it’s like your begging for someone to kiss you, you look in desperate need let me help you princess”

he attempts to walk over to me but i extend my hand to his chest playing with him

“you know reg your right, i do really need a kiss” i tell him pulling my bottom lip with my teeth and fiddling with the bottom of my skirt fluttering my lashes.

i can see Archie adjusting his towel all the boys seem to be getting rather bothered by my act, Reggie steps forward reaching out to grab my waist but i spin grabbing the back of Archie’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss, jumping up to wrap my legs around his waist.

i deepen the kiss cheers from his team mates fill the air, i break away breathless kissing him once more before Archie sets me back down.

“much better” i sigh glances at a very frustrated Reggie “oh and reg you might wanna take a cold shower for junior” i tug at his towel leaving him completely naked before peeking Archie on the lips.

“see you outside”

he blushes scratching the back of his neck as he watches me walk out with jughead, i bite my lip swinging my hips feeling confident as i wait outside the locker room

“wow” jughead exclaims pacing back and fourth as the rest of our friends spot us and walk over to us, i roll my eyes at him grabbing his jacket to stop the pacing.

“hey” i greet the girls

“Pop’s?” Betty asks

we nod “yeah of course!”

“okay well lets go im sure archie can catch up” Veronica smiles grabbing my arm

“oh ill just wait for him we’ll meet you there!” they narrow their eyes jughead refusing to make eye contact not wanting to be interrogated.

“uh i haven’t spoken to him yet so i can do it on my way over before we met yous” they share glances with each other before nodding at my story.

“okay fine, jughead are you going to escort your ladies” he rolls his eyes pushing off the wall as the girls loop their arms with his and heading toward our favourite hang out.

the boys start exiting the locker room glancing at me as i wait fiddling with my hair and avoiding all eye contact. standing up to reggie wasn’t all that and but he whole makeout session could’ve been prevented but i was feeling epic.

“(y/n)? where are the others?” i glance up at the voice smiling at the red headed boy

i suddenly feel nervous my knees wobbling and my cheeks heating up at my name coming out of his mouth.

“uh they um- they are going to pops- i um told them that we’d yanno met them there” i finishes awkwardly glancing at my feet as I scuff them.

“that is if you want to go- if not i can just walk myself-” he smiles shaking his head at me “no no i wanna come” “good” i smile and with that we set off to Pop’s silence filling the air.

we reach the diner and i stop spoting our friends in the booth next to the window, Archie notices and stops turning to face me “you okay?” i nod

“im sorry about what happened before” i blurt worried that i misread Archie’s feelings toward me. nervousness washes over me and my smile slips from my lips.

“hey hey- no don’t be- it was amazing, your amazing” he finishes grabbing my hips and tugging me toward him.

“if im not mistaking is mr Archie Andrews finally making the first move?” i hint playful playing with his shirt, he laughs playfully placing his soft lips on me and closing the small gap between our bodies.

“you know Reg was right about the whole cheerleader outfit” i raise my eyebrows “hot as hell”

i kiss him back before lacing my hands with his and pulling him into the diner walking over to our friends sliding in next to Jughead as Archie takes the seat next to me siting closer then usual he drapes his arm across the back of the booth touching my shoulder soothingly.

“okay what the hell happened in the locker room?” Veronica asks sipping her milkshake.

“oh they had a huge make out session infringed of reggie it was intense should’ve been there” jughead spills earning a smack up side the head from Archie

“dude?”

i blush covering my face and leaning into Archie, i peer through my fingers and see the two girls staring intensely at m “what!” i complain giggling.

the group fall into a fit of laughter and i smile up at Archie as he tightens his grip around my waist making me feel safe.

this is where I belong.

tfc characters as things ppl on my own team have said/done:

dan: got into a fistfight with the opposing captain for bumping into a girl on our team

matt: stopped practice to take a picture with a mushroom growing on the field. named him shroomie

renee: tried to gently pat teammate’s face and somehow gave her a bloody lip

allison: called a time out to remark on how ugly a girl’s hair was

nicky: let out a death screech whenever she missed the ball. happened every five seconds

kevin: “alright listen up lindas, i called this bitch circle because your issues are affecting our game, so if you bitches have any beef, fight it out right now”

aaron: “i’m not wearing my contacts because i hate this fucking game and couldn’t care less if i lose a tooth. fight me refs”

andrew: *lets a ball go right past them* holy moly lil buddy slow down

neil: *bodychecked by a girl, retaliates by stabbing her with a cleat* i’m fine but this bitch clearly isn’t

wymack: pregame speech consisted of “alright listen up you little punks, if you want to win you’re gonna have to slap some bitches tonight”

abby: “I’M DONE. I’VE HAD ENOUGH. I’M NOT BRAIDING ANYONE ELSE’S FUCKING HAIR. i am TIRED”

bonus

bee: *while smiling pleasantly* if you take the ball from me again i will bash your skull in with my stick

jean: got smacked in the mouth with a stick, proceeded to curl up on the field in the fetal position for 5 minutes

jeremy: stopped what she was doing to make kissy noises at a bug flying around

laila: gave the ball to her mark because she thought she was pretty

alvarez: the iconic bi goalie, who then gave her legacy to the next bi icon defensive (me) upon graduation

riko: said mushroom who was trampled

Perfect (Bucky x Reader)

Request: Can I request a bucky x reader where you bring bucky to your parents home or they come to visit at the compound or wherever you live and they bring pictures of you as a baby,pre teen and high school

Words: 1,337

Warnings: Nope

Tags: pabegay1 i-am-mina frolicsomefawkes thyotakukimkim happelu970 annadier Shamvictoria11 spookass

Literally I was cringing just thinking about my preteen awkward pictures as I wrote this. I hope my boyfriend never finds those…..hahahaha


“I miss this.” You sat down at you and Bucky’s kitchen table. Your grandma was sitting across from you, a cup of coffee in front of both of you. Your hair was off your face, being pushed back with a couple bobby pins and hair sprayed to avoid it from coming loose.

“So have I, but it’s not like we’re necessarily right around the corner from one another anymore.” Your grandma chuckled softly, and placed both hands on the sides of the cup. You hummed in agreement and blew on your coffee to cool it down. Although you knew you weren’t really helping it cool down.

“I wish we were.” You admitted. Your grandma made a tsking sound and looked around your kitchen and dining room area.

“But you like it here, especially now that you live with that handsome man of yours.” She nodded to where your mom and Bucky were in the living room. Your mom and him laughing at something one of them said.

“I’m lucky.” You laughed softly, turning around to face your grandma again.

“That you are.” Your grandma agreed with you, a sly smile crossing over her red stained lips. “And so is he. You two are perfect for each other, never have I ever seen such a beautiful couple. So young, so in love.”

“Thank you?” You giggled, playing with the locket hanging from your necklace. You heard Bucky’s laughter erupt from the living room and you turned around quickly to see what had caused it.

“Mom? What’re you doing to him?” You scrambled up from your seat and made your way into the living room where your boyfriend and mom were looking through photos in an old photo album. “You brought that?”

“It’s for you, Y/n. I thought you would like to have pictures of your childhood around in your new home.” She looked up at you with a sly smile on her face, and you simply rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Scoot over then. I wanna see.” You sat in between your mom and Bucky. Your mom laughing at where you chose to sit, and placed the photo album in your lap.

The pictures started off sweet. They were from when you were just a little baby or toddler. Your outfits were adorable and awkward at times, but nobody can harsh on a little baby with pretty eyes and a silly smile. Bucky cooed at what you looked like all those years ago and you giggled softly, you cooed at yourself several times as well.

But then the pictures began to move on to when you became older. There was one when you were eight and were overly mad at the time the picture was taken and it was obvious by the look on your face. You knew what was coming, but you didn’t freak out until you saw the pictures that had been erased from your memory.

Your preteen years.

“Oh my god, no!” You tried to shut the album but both Bucky and your mom stopped you. Your preteen years were filled with awkward as all hell pictures. Horrible hair choices and purposely ugly faces every time a camera was pointed your way. Your fashion choice was awful and you cringed just looking at it.

“That’s you?!” Bucky stiffened a laugh. “You’re adorable.”

“No I wasn’t!” You blushed, reaching up to cover your cheeks with your hands as you cringed. “I don’t know what I was thinking, okay? God, shut up, okay!”

Bucky wrapped an arm lazily around you and pulled you closer to his chest as he chuckled at pictures of twelve year old you. You could feel the warmth radiate off his chest and scrunched your nose as his chin dug into the top of your head. You mom watched the two of you with heart eyes, she adored the two of you.

“I love you.” He murmured into your hair, although you could still hear the tease in his voice and the stiffened laughter.

“Whatever.” He squeezed you closer to his chest and you laughed. His scent swarmed your senses and your heart beat a little faster.

The pictures moved on from your preteen awkward years and moved on to when you were in High School. Your fashion taste were way cuter, and your hairstyles were way more stylish. You actually started looking like yourself, unlike when you were twelve. There were pictures of you with your friends, some who you were still friends to this day.

There was a picture of you when you first started learning how to drive and from all the times you went to sports games at your High School. There were pictures of you in Homecoming dresses and at school events. As you neared the end of your High School years, Bucky stared in awe as he saw you in your Prom dress from senior year.

You felt at ease when the album finally shut, and Bucky could feel it too since you slouched back into his chest again. Bucky chuckled once more and your mom grabbed your hands, pressing a light kiss to them and grinning at you.

“I love you, Y/n.” Your mom placed the album on your coffee table for you.

“I love you too, mama.” Your mom stood up and went into the kitchen to where your grandma still was. You tilted your head all the way back against Bucky’s chest and kissed under his chin lightly. He looked down at you, a grin still covering his handsome features.

“Is it too soon to tell your mom I love her?” You couldn’t help but laugh, moving your head back to facing forward. Bucky’s arm wrapped around your shoulder and hung lazily in front of your chest and stomach. You played with his long fingers with your much smaller ones.

“Feel free, she already loves you.” Bucky’s whole face lit up although you couldn’t see it, you just knew.

“When did she say that?” He sounded eager and excited, he adored your mom and her approval of him being with you meant the world to him.

“A while ago. She said you’re already family to her.” Bucky grinned more, and wrapped his fingers around yours before bringing them up to his mouth and pressing a soft kiss on them.

Bucky fell silent for several minutes. You could both hear your mom and grandma mumbling a conversation in the kitchen but neither of you could understand a word they were saying. They both adored Bucky to the moon and loved how he was with you.

“You’re so perfect.” The words came out of his mouth softly and his voice was only just above a whisper. Your heart skipped a beat and you froze for a second while playing with his fingers. You wrapped your fingers around his metal thumb and squeezed it tightly.

“You’ve always been perfect, doll.” He shifted his fingers around so that they were holding onto your hand instead. The coolness causing chills to run throughout your body. “Even when you were a dork.”

“Hey!” You giggled, your eyes closing softly and staying closed for several moments. You opened them and looked down at the your hand intertwined in his. The metal feeling of his fingers never failed to cause a rush of butterflies in your stomach and electricity to run throughout you. He gave you a sense of life.

“You’re perfect, Bucky.” He didn’t say anything. He only squeezed your hand softly, careful not to hurt you. He was always worried about his arm around you, he always thought he would snap you in half if he wasn’t gentle. For the longest time, he wouldn’t let you touch his arm.

You told him you loved him, every last bit of him. You told him you loved his arm, you told him that it wasn’t scary to you. It was a part of him, and you loved everything about him.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Bucky.”

Am I pretty?

“Mike?”
“Yeah?” Mike said without raising his eyes from the science book.
“Am I pretty?” Will asked.
Mike stopped what he was doing and he looked at him.
“What kind of question is that?”
Will’s eyes filled with tears and he looked down before a tear left one of his eyes.
“Will…” Mike called trying to get close, to see his face.
“Mike, stop this bullshit and answer the fucking question!”
“Without a doubt, yes, you are!” Mike answered.
“You liar…” Will whispered.
“What?”
“Nothing”.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing, that maybe I am the ugliest person alive and you never told me, and that’s why every kid on school hates me”.
“Do you listen to yourself when you talk? What kind of shit you have in your mind?”
“The truth”
“Will, you’re not even ugly, you can’t be the ugliest person alive. That could be me or the other guys… But you…”
“Oh, shut up, you’re beautiful!” Will said with a broken voice. “…and what’s so special about me anyway?”
“Well… You are a very good friend and-”
“Yes, I’m such a good human being with the best intentions! That’s what everybody says when they can’t name a single beautiful physical thing! Honestly, who the fuck cares about what’s inside?”
Mike left the book in the table.
“Will, calm down!”
“So, stop being fake”
“Fake? What is this all about?”
“Be honest with me. I am ugly. Say it”.
“Will, I’m not gonna say that”
Will looked at him and Mike said no with his head.
“So, do you think one day I’ll find my Eleven?” Will asked shyly.
“Eleven or Mike, whatever you like” Mike nodded. Both laughed softly.
“Okay,” Will said drying his tears and looking at the ground.
“I have to do some things, if you want to go to study with Lukas and Dustin, you can do it! I’ll see you tomorrow”.
Mike frowned.
“Will, I came here because I want to study with you, maybe the others are studying together or not doing it at all, I don’t care”
Mike said.
Will’s eyes were wet again, and Mike could barely feel him falling apart.
“If you want to cry, just do it. I can stay and cry with you”.
“I’m serious” Will said with a broken voice.
“Just cry!”
And Will did it, he started to cry. Mike looked at him for a couple of seconds, and then he sat next to him, keeping a distance because he didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable.
Mike felt like his world was crashing down, he started to cry too. Will’s pain was strong enough to make Mike feel it across his sobs. He wanted to hug him, tell him to stop, but he was overwhelmed by his friend’s pain.
“I’m sorry” Will said softly.
“You should be having fun and you’re here with me”
“I want to”
“No, you don’t. It’s okay, Mike, I’ll understand as I did it with every girl and boy at school. That’s who I am, I’m a freak and I accept it, don’t make it harder”
Mike was so confused.
“You’re not a freak…”
“Yes, I am! And since I accepted it, it got easier, like the fact that I’m ugly”.
“Again with that?”
“If I’m not ugly or a freak why is everyone so rude at me? Why do I have no one to do homework in those class we don’t share? Why do I eat alone in school? Why was I alone when we first met?”
Mike didn’t know what to say, Will needed words right now and he couldn’t find them anywhere near in his head.
“Because I’m ugly and a freak” he said. “You denying that to me hurts more than just accept it. Stop feeling sorry for me. Stop looking at me like that!”
Mike looked at the whole bedroom. All the mirrors, pictures of him, drawings were covered up.
“What happened here? You did this?” Mike asked him remembering how proud he used to be of his drawings. This couldn’t be something Will did on his will.
“I didn’t want to see my stupid face, okay? And those drawings where bullshit anyway” Will said ashamed.
“Will…” Mike begged.
“Leave me alone” Will whispered.
“I’m not leaving!”
“Leave me alone!” Will yelled.
“You can’t even look at me when you say it. I am your best friend, remember? I’m not leaving your side anytime soon. I am not leaving!” Mike told him.
“Go away!”
Mike could see it in Will’s red eyes, how life and stupid kids can destroy a person. Mike was shaking in pain, Will looked heartbroken. He didn’t see it coming, what kind of friend he was if he couldn’t notice how all of this was killing Will’s whole spirit.
“I’m so sorry, Will” he whispered. “You’re too good to this world”
Mike filled himself with strength and took a step closer to his friend.
“I’m going to help you, okay? We’re gonna get you out of this, okay? Do you trust me?”
Will nodded slowly.
Mike smiled softly.
“We’re in this together as always, okay? You’re not alone, just like when we were younger, remember?” Mike was getting closer to him.
Will laughed shyly and Mike healed a little bit.
“Crazy together” Will said.
“Crazy together” Mike answered.
They both hugged. Mike sighed in Will’s arms with relief. Will held him tight.
“I love you, Mike” Will said suddenly.
“I love you too” Mike answered.

—–

Sorry, for some reason I can’t stop thinking about how is Will’s self esteem with all the shit he suffers. Mike is very important to Will’s self esteem. 

“ The reflection of the train “

Those days of run and hallucination have been left behind long ago and yet when I look back I only see pain and nostalgia.
Those days when the world ceased to have meaning, those days when I was staring at the reflection of the window made me sleeping in a rainbow of delight by staring at you .Yes, in a foggy day I found you through a fleeting reflection of a train window … you seemed carved in stone, looked like a warrior coming from a tired but vigorous battle, a hero of all times.

The day we met, your face was full of light and brightness , I felt we knew each other from another time , we embraced ouselves on another without any rush and fear.
Whenever we could we invented an hour ,climbed the stairs, closed the doors and windows on that room .

We invented and created Love, eternal Love, Love reflected in shadows, Love where time would never run out .All we did was for the moment, imprinted inside our bodies and souls….
In mine at least it was ,I knew , should crave you with a dagger on fire within my bowels .
Deep in my inner sense , I always felt that time was almost over , every time you were coming to meet me something inside you were consuming your conscience…
I knew that our love was doomed to an expected end…our Love? No…not your love for me, no…my love for you … .Was it really Love ? Promises were never made for you and I had never asked for them too ,not once…
As time passed by ,our story was falling appart,
your face stopped reflecting light but a shadow so dark that made my heart bled.

Sometimes your gaze said it all, or only your body spoke of pleasure and I was carried away by that sigh of passion.

After hours of love and madness revolving that bed, on our corner , I felt the wind asking me: -“Does this love have a future?”

You looked so enigmatic and wonderful but in the end miserable and ugly.. . i realized the pain when the picture on your wallet fell down over my feet… Oh ,something within my fragile heart smashed into pieces….i recalled a quote from a famous movie which had a meaning: “If only you loved me once, you would see the sun shinning over my heart for thousand years”.
It would may sound trivial or fictional but at that precise moment ,I realized it was Love , crazy, torment, hopeless love, love reflected in a shadow but now requiring a final step.
I had to give the final strike,to remove the sights of you away ,I decided to pick up all the pieces of me and like a falling leave washed and poured down on a sidewalk was driftting in search of redemption …

So, from that day forward I dressed myself as a new me ,never took that train again , closed the gates of my soul,sealed my heart and dressed myself of a new me surrended to a new dawn of hope…
The train is still on its tracks but me ,well im still trying to define the meaning of this shattered being in search of my salvation…

For @acrknowyou​ I’m always startled by how utterly adorable and kind the eruris are, and Dust, you are way too precious. I’m so flipping in love with your art. (Also, is your internet name Dust? It’s what I’ve seen you called, and I keep picturing iridescent shimmery gold dust.)

ao3 because it’s long

“I’ve missed you” kiss & surprised kiss [sort of combined in a mess]

[~2.3k, College Study Buddy AU, tiny awkward Levi tries very hard, ft. Best Mom & very alive Kuchel]

Mood:

Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it’s fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.


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I have trichotillomania.

It is sometimes referred to as a ‘silent illness’ and medical scientists still haven’t found an actual cure for it. Trich is a compulsive condition characterised by people pulling out hair usually from their scalp, eyebrows and eyelashes. It can be different for many people, but for me it makes me want to throw up. I constantly get eye infections because I have no eyelashes to keep dirt out, I get made fun of for my “natural eyebrows”, and I always wear hats and wigs in public when I get the chance because I don’t want people to see the chunks of hair missing from my head. I’m embarrassed of myself, I feel like I am making a fool of myself going out in public without any makeup on. I never take pictures like this because I don’t want anyone to think of me the way I do. I feel so ugly and repulsive it makes my stomach turn. So I am posting this as a step to accept the way I am, to force myself to become more comfortable with the way I look and the way I am going to be until I can find a way that works to stop my trich. I hope you can understand as well, I want to change this and not be ashamed of my ‘natural’ look.

Curse (Brett Talbot Imagines)

Request: Hey, can you do imagine for Brett where he and Liam are playing againts each other and before the game he tries to talk to you and you push him away bc you have like a Hale “curse” your’s boyfriends always cheats on you ( Jackson cheated with Lydia, Isaac with Alison and Stiles with Malia) But he tries to get to you and after 2 weeks Scott tells him about your bf and why you are so cold to and then Brett punches Stiles and goes to you and say he will never do that and then kiss.

 A/n: It was fun writing this, i hope you like it x

 You wouldn’t call my life perfect. There was always something or someone threatening one of us or each time i get myself a boyfriend, they fucking cheat on me.

 I don’t know why each time i try finding someone for me, they end up cheating on me and leave me broken. Some might say it’s badluck and I’m choosing the wrong guys but personally I think i’m cursed.

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Some days ago my cousin looked at my face and was really surprised. He sad :“ Wow! You have acne! I didn’t think you have! ” Tell you the truth I felt disgusting and didn’t know how to control this feeling. So I decided to draw this pictures to show that having acne doesn’t mean being ugly. We all super cute and our skin can’t be perfect. Thank you guys if you spent a minute to read it and understand my idea.

Trickster Tuesday

HAPPY SUPERNATURAL TUESDAY!!!!

Title: Trickster Tuesday

Character: Reader, Gabriel, Sam, and Dean

Word Count: 660-ish

Warning: Absolutely None

Request by @the-great-irene said: Hi could you write something Gabriel and the reader? Like the reader and Gabriel are best friends and they hang out and prank people when they get together?

A/N:I had absolutely zero choice except to post this on a Tuesday. Hope you like it! Enjoy!!!!


Originally posted by drtsing


Did that mannequin just wave at me? Taking a few steps back you stared into the store front window at the mall. It moved! I knew it! That mannequin was definitely waving. Hang on. That can only mean.

“You got it babe, I’m back!”

“Gabriel!!” you turned and gave him a huge hug. “What are you doing here?”

“Got bored. Wanted to have fun. You in?” He cocked his eyebrow at you which you knew meant trouble.

“Who are you thinking of screwing with today?”

“Who’s annoyed you the most recently?” Oh, this is gonna be good.

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OMGKJKGGG THE TV COMMERCIAL JUST SAID THIS 
“do you have picture perfect skin ready to show off?” *shows three teens, even a chunky one, taking pics together and they dont have acne or wrinkles lines ect*
“or do you have embarrassing nasty facial marks?” *shows obvious*

DUDE TF IF YOU HAVE ACNE IT ISNT UGLY OR ECT ITS FINE DONT BE ASHAMED!!!!!! PPL NEED TO SAY THIS MORE

even i deal with having tons of bumps on my chin and ect, and girl you can do all the treatments in the world ur still gonna have a teenage changing face and youll still get face things

stop making it seem bad

ur romanticizing self hate

“We need to talk.” Jack holds the phone tightly in his hand, fingers white-knuckled.

“You get to say that now–” he can hear the frustration in Kent’s voice. Then, a sigh. “You’re right, though.” 

Ken stretched his legs out, puts them on top of the ottoman. “Let’s make a list. Shall we talk about how you left me? How didn’t talk to me for four years? How you chose a team across the country from me? How you only call me when you want something?”

“Kenny…” Jack stops. “We both owe each other a lot of apologies. I didn’t call to do that now.” Jack waits. He lifts his free hand and puts two fingers between his collarbones where he can feel his pulse hammering.

“What do you want?” Kent doesn’t sound angry anymore. He just sounds tired.

Jack sighs. “I want…I want to magically be able to be queer in the NHL.”

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because you’re beautiful

character: jackson 

plot: Now that you and Jackson have revealed your relationship to the public, fans attack you with harsh comments. And Jackson, being the gentle man he always is to you, decides to step in and makes you feel special in all kinds of way in front of his fans and in front of him. 

genre: fluff, angst

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You and Gabriel, your boyfriend, are cuddling on the couch, late in the evening, so you are both a little sleepy. Your head rests on his shoulder, as you are lazily read a book, not paying 100% attention to the story, while Gabriel’s steady heartbeat and a heavy hand on your shoulder calm you down better than any lullaby.

“Look what I found,” you suddenly hear him say, so you turn your head to look at the screen of his phone. He got a picture of you, reading a book long time ago. “I took it before asking you out.”

“Now delete it.”

“Why? I like it,” you groan and try to get the phone to delete the picture, but Gabriel manages to hide before you grab the phone. “C’mon, hon, I want to have a picture of you!”

“It’s a bad picture.”

“And how so?”

“It got me,” he grins.

“That is exactly a reason to have it.”

“Gabe. Please…”

“What do you even have against the pictures of you?”

“Me. Man, just…” he keeps looking at you, so you have to explain. “I am ugly.”

“Nonsense!” he laughs. “You are beautiful.”

“You say so… Gabe, I just know that I am really not perfect.”

“No one is perfect, Y/N. You are more perfect than many others.”

“I am… too curvy.”

“And?” he doesn’t argue, but looks like it is not a problem in our world.

“And that is not good. My face looks stupid.”

“Hon, stop saying bullshit. Do you mean that you’re not as good as the models of Victoria Secret, and depressed because of this crap?” you nod. “Y/N, then how the hell did we end up being together if according to your logic I should be pining for one of these girls?”

“I don’t know… because… You are desperate?”

“Not even funny. Y/N, you are… Ok… You are my happiness, and there should be more happiness in life, ok?”

“But…” he suddenly gets grave serious.

“You are perfect. For me. And your curves are just gorgeous, no matter what anyone tells you,” you try to hide a smile but, as he staring at you, it’s obvious that you’ve given up on the idea of arguing. He smiles, as his hands moves up your waist. “Can we agree that you are flawless?”

“Flawless?” he grins, pulling you closer and slowly kissing, not letting you say anything sarcastic.

“Yes,” you nod, blushing, and lean forward to kiss him again. At the end, a single picture somewhere on his phone is not too much.

yuuri (and victor but especially yuuri) loves dogs so fucking much so heres some thoughts

  • he can’t do dog movies because they always die at the end and he always sobs especially after vicchan died he just Can’t Do It
    • he made the mistake of going to see a dog movie in theatres like a month after his dog passed away and it was a real bad time everyone in the theater was glaring at him as he cried into his popcorn
  • every time victor says something about makkachin being old yuuri covers the dog’s ears and scolds victor and tells makkachin he’s gonna live forever
  • is the kind of person who throws dogs birthday parties and bakes “dog cakes” for their birthdays and if their owners (victor) don’t remember their dog’s (makkachin) birthday he just. makes one up. also he definitely goes by their zodiac signs
    • victor: i can’t believe makkachin pooped on my bed! he never does that!
    • yuuri: it’s because he’s a gemini
  • when he had vicchan that dog was so stylish. he was constantly buying dog sweaters and lil booties and cute collars
  • has stickers on his laptop and suitcase like “dog dad” “i love my poodle” “dogs are better than people” “who rescued who”
  • constantly covered in dog hair
  • stops every. single. time. he sees a dog on the street. and if he can’t stop to pet them he at least goes “puppy!!!!!!!!!!” 
  • is that guy who lets dogs lick his face/mouth and doesn’t think it’s gross because he Loves Dogs So Much
  • aggressively defends any dogs that people call ugly bc no dog is ugly!! they are all beautiful and worthy of love!!!
  • can’t go to animal shelters because he tries to adopt every dog
  • has at least one shirt with a picture of his dog’s face on it
  • entire camera roll was vicchan, now it’s makkachin
  • most of his instagram page is pictures of dogs (makkachin/ his friends’ dogs/ random dogs on the street) with heart emojis as the caption
  • victor is lucky he doesn’t have to coexist with vicchan because if prompted with the question “do you love me more than your dog” yuuri would prob think for WAY too long and victor would get offended lmao (but then yuuri would point out how much victor loves his dog and victor would be like ………..ok u right)
Third Mistake- M.C.

Masterlist

Pairing: Michael & (Y/N)

Word Count: 2143

Requested: No

A/N: I’m sorry if this sucks, I’m trying to do something new and I’m not sure how it’s gonna work out. Please tell me what you think. (This is in Michael’s p.o.v) italics = flashback (except for one but it tells you what it is.)

Please Read The Author’s Note At The End.

I sat down on a couch, along with the other boys. The interviewer kept asking us questions, but I wasn’t paying attention. All I could think about was (Y/N), and how I let her get away.  How I let her walk out of my life without a fight. That’s all she wanted, for me to fight for her, to fight for us.

It wasn’t until the interviewer called on me specifically, that I started paying attention.

Everyone just stared at me, the boys looked at me with apologetic eyes. The interview looked at me with hungry eyes, as if I was going to tell her the secret to life.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked confused. Calum leaned in to me and whispered in my ear, “She wants to know about yours and (Y/N)’s break-up.” He leaned back into his seat.

I took a deep breath and began to speak with a quivering voice,“I can’t remember how longs it’s been, I can’t remember when the last time I saw her was. Sometimes I can’t remember why she left, sometimes I forget she left in the first place. I can’t remember anything but her. Her laugh, her smile, and the way her eyes lit up every time she found something she loved. The way she looked in the morning-her hair in a mess, eyes half closed, a small amount of dried saliva on the side of her mouth that was always in a pout when she woke up- she looked beautiful.” I said remembering the first time I woke up next to her, we had just moved in together.

I woke up in an unfamiliar room, the walls painted white. I had no idea of where I was, and out of nowhere, I felt someone move next to me. I turned around, and I saw (Y/N) laying there, peaceful. That’s when I remembered yesterday, how it took us all day to unpack everything. I saw her eyes start to flutter open, and she began to sit up.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” I teased her, watching her push out her messy hair away from her half opened eyes.

“Oh shut up! You probably just woke up.” She pushed my shoulder gently, yawning right after she finished.

“Well I might have just woken up, but I woke up first.” I stuck my tongue out at her.

“Whatever, I’m going back to sleep.” She pulled the covers over her head, the way a little kid would if they were hiding.

“Oh, no you don’t. We are going to have breakfast together for the first time in our shared apartment. Come on, sleepy head, get up.” I ripped the covers off from her and she curled up, protesting.

“No, can’t I just have five more minutes of sleep. It’s like 5 in the morning.” She attempted to pull the blanket back, but I pulled it away from her, and threw it on the floor.

“Babe, its like,” I checked my phone, which was on the nightstand right next to me. “Its 9:43, it’s not early at all. Come on, I’m starving and I want breakfast.” I whined, pulling on some shorts and putting my phone in my pocket.

“But I’m tired.” She mumbled, cuddling into my pillow. I walked over to the curtain and pulled them open. She let out a noise of discomfort, shutting her eyes tighter.

The light hit her perfectly, making her looking more perfect than ever. Her hair was all over her face, you could barely see her half opened mouth. Her eyes completely closed, her knees coming up to connect with her chest as she hugged my pillow close to her. I pulled my phone, taking a picture of her then posting a picture of her on both Instagram and Twitter with the caption ‘My beautiful princess. Instantly, people started commenting on Instagram that she wasn’t beautiful, that she was ugly. I also received dm’s on twitter, telling me the same thing, but I ignored all the hateful comments that were sent towards her because I believed they wouldn’t get to her.

That was my first mistake.

I ignored the tears streaming down my face and continued speaking. “I never believed what people said about people who have their hearts broken. I never believed that they’d stop eating, that they stop sleeping, that they put their life on hold because they can’t move on. But now that it’s happened to me, I know it’s true. I haven’t been the same since she left me. I haven’t been the same since I lost her, since I lost my everything.” I was struggling to hold in my sobs.

“You don’t have to go on if you don’t want to. I shouldn’t have even asked you about it, I’m so sorry.” The interviewer said as Calum rubbed my back, the other boys to far from me to do anything.

“I can’t go on, I’m sorry. I have to go.” I stood up, running of stage and then running out the building. I struggled to get by the fans at first, but after the saw my tears they made a path for me to get through.

“Michael, are you okay?” I heard one of them call out, I looked up to see all of them looking at me like I was a lost puppy.

“I’m find, I just-” I gasped for hair, my voice cracking with every word.” I’m sorry, I can’t take it. I have to go.” My voice quivered, and I started running.

Memories flooded back into my brain. Memories of me and (Y/N). Memories of when we first met, of our first date, our first ‘I love you’, our time. Memories of our first everything came back, most of them filled with joy.  But there was two memories I wished I could forget, when I lost her and our last fight.

I came home drunk and late, again. I would have thought (Y/N) what asleep in our bedroom, so I was surprised when I entered the living room and found her sitting on the couch.

“Michael, this is the fifth time this week since you came back from tour that you’ve come home at 2 in the morning, drunk. Why are you always out partying? I mean, it’s not like you can’t go out and have fun, but five night in a row? That has got to be a new record, you promised me that you would stop drinking so much.  I would have though you would spend, not the first week, but at least the first day with me, but the second you go home, you start to get ready to go out. Why? Do you not want to spent time me? Did you not miss me on tour?” Throughout the middle of her little rant, she got up and started pacing.

“No, not really.” I muttered under my breath. For some reason, I didn’t care if she heard me.

“What?” I looked her in the eyes, tears building up in them. But that didn’t stop the following words from leaving my mouth.

“You fucking heard me! I didn’t miss you on tour. I didn’t miss you constantly nagging at me to clean up after myself. I didn’t miss you constantly needing reassurance that you were beautiful, especially when we went out and you caught me glancing at another girl. I didn’t miss you constantly needing me to cuddle you. I. Didn’t. Miss. You.” I could see that with every word I spoke, her heart broke. But that didn’t stop me. “It’s fucking pathetic, really! It’s like you can’t live without me! All I want is sometime to myself, but you can’t leave me alone for five minutes! The boys say going on tour would be the hardest thing to do if they had a girlfriend to leave behind, but it’s actually a blessing.” Tears were streaming down her face, but I couldn’t stop, I wouldn’t stop.” You know what? We’re through. I am done with you. Goodbye.” I grabbed by jacket and keys, opening the door.

“Please, don’t leave me. I love you.” I shouldn’t have walked out that door, and I shouldn’t have said what I did. I knew that the second those words left her lips, but that didn’t stop me either.

“But I don’t love you.” And then I walked out, slamming the door behind me.

That was my second mistake.

I stood outside my apartment, the apartment that I used to share with her. I haven’t left it since she left me. I haven’t left it since she walked out that door.

I struggle to forget that day, drinking every time I want to forget it. The boys scold me every time they come to check on me and find me almost past out in the living room. But they don’t understand, I want to forget that day, no, I need to forget it, and if drinking is the only way to forget, then so be it.

I walked into my apartment, surprised by how clean it was. I looked around to see everything in the living room in place. I walked into the kitchen to get a beer, ignoring the fact that my apartment was spotless all of a sudden. The only thing the cleanness does is remind me of (Y/N) and how she always cleaned. I stood in front of the fridge, opening it to pull out a beer, but instead I found dozens of my favorite juice and a note.

Michael, please don’t do this to yourself. I still care for you and I’m not going to let you throw your life away, especially if it’s because of me. You’ll get over me soon, and you’ll find someone that you love and makes you happy. I would love to see you soon but it would hurt too much. I finally got the courage to come get the rest of my stuff, even if I would see you. I’m glad that you weren’t here because I would’ve broken down in front of you, and I don’t want to do that. I’ll come check up on you when I’ve stopped hurting. I want you to know, that I still love you

                                                                        All the love, (Y/N)

As soon as I finished ready the letter, I ran to my bedroom, checking to see if she took all of her things, and she did. There was little evidence that she was once here. It somewhat reminded me of the day she left me, but this time, the only thing she left was the necklace I gave her and her favorite stuffed animal, the one I won her when we went to the fair.

“(Y/n)?” I woke up to her running around the room, desperately trying to collect her things. “What’s going on?” I sat up, the sheet falling down my torso.

“I’m leaving, Michael.” She said, her voice cracking.

“What, why?” I asked her, standing up to walk towards her.

“Because you promised me you wouldn’t some home drunk anymore, yet you’ve been doing that exactly that ever since you came back from tour. I am done fighting for something you clearly don’t want anymore.” She said closing her suit case.

“What do you mean I don’t want this? Of course I want this. It’s all I ever wanted. You’re all I ever wanted. Please, I know I’ve been going out a lot lately, but I promise I’ll change. Just don’t leave me, please?” I begged her, following her down the stairs.

“No, you promised me that exact same thing when I took you back. And the only time I see you is when I wake up at 3 in the morning to go use the rest room. I love you, Michael, but I’m not going to wait around for you. I’m not going to spend my whole life hoping to see you once a week. I deserve better than that. I deserve someone who is happy to be with me.” She had tears streaming down her face.

“I-I-I am happy to be with you, why would you think I’m not?” I asked as she picked up her car keys.

“Because you said so last night, don’t you remember?” She said as she opened the door, ready to leave.

“N-no, but whatever I said last night I didn’t mean it, I love you baby girl.” I had tears running down my face, and I made no attempted to wipe them off.

“But I don’t love you.” And with that she walked out, slamming the door behind her. The memories from last night came back the seconds she left, and I regretted everything I said to her. But it was too late to tell her that, she had already left.

I know I should have fought for her, I should’ve showed her how much I love her, but I didn’t.

And that was my third mistake.


I actually really liked how this turned out. I would appreciate the feed back.


I wanted to tell you guys that I will be leaving on Tuesday for 3 days and there won’t be any internet or wifi were I’m going bc I’m going camping(for the first time :D)  but I will try to write 3 imagines/preferences to update the 3 days that I’m gone, but I only have 2 days and it usually takes me more than that, but I will try, for you guys.

Also, I’m so close to hitting my first thousand and I want to thank you guys so much, it means a lot to me. When, and if, I hit my first thousand, I want to do something special. So send me some suggestions on what I, or we, should do!!!

I’m a 15 year old girl who is underweight. 

I’ve been underweight my entire life. Not because I starve myself, but because I was born with a thin skeleton. My mom is the same, which explains where I got it from. 

My entire life, I’ve been skinny shamed. People telling me to eat more meat, asking if I have anorexia (I have never had an eating disorder). People grabbing my wrist to see if they can fit their whole hand around it. People telling me that “boys don’t like bones” since obviously my body is to please men. 

 Not only have I gotten comments from people to my face, but everyday I see skinny shaming online. 

Pictures of beautiful girls with the caption “real men like curves, not skinny bitches”. “Thigh gaps are gross/ugly/disgusting”, “society needs to stop acting like skinny girls are healthy”, “fuck those skinny bitches” are some sayings that I’ve seen at least a hundred times on tumblr, and everytime I get dissapointed. I thought that society finally had started accepting that some people are skinny, but no. That is why I’m making this post, to aware people of skinny shaming and body shaming. 

People think that skinny shaming doesn’t exist, it’s just a way for skinny girls to be “seeking for attention”. First of all, skinny shaming does exist. It hurts like fucking hell and it should be more awareness on the subject. Second of all, we don’t want attention for talking about it, we want awareness. 

Body shaming, fat shaming and skinny shaming is all the same, so why do people think that skinny shaming doesn’t hurt? If someone said “you should stop eating”, would you get hurt? Yes. Oh, here’s a surprise! Saying to someone that they should start eating is the same thing and hurts just as much!  

What I don’t get, is how people think that it is okay to skinny shame but not fat shame. How is it okay to tell someone that they are too skinny? How is it okay to ask someone if they have an eating disorder? How?  

One trend that has been going on for a while is that stores use plus sized models for their clothes. I really like this, I think it’s a great way of embracing your body and showing that every body is beautiful. But please, why do some clothing lines have to skinny shame at the same time? Can’t we just embrace all bodies since everyone is beautiful? If you say that everyone is beautiful but then body shame someone who is overweight/underweight then you are a hypocrite. 

Skinny shaming does exist, it hurts like hell and I wish people would accept the fact that everybody is beautiful in their own way. 

 skinnyshamingexists

anonymous asked:

1. So here's my story: I'm from Australia and when 1D were here for the logies, I was at the very end of the carpet just where they get out of the cars. I didn't have anyone with me because I don't really have any friends so I was standing alone. When I saw them, 3 of them walked past me up to meet fans further along while Zayn and Louis started at the end. I wasn't screaming or anything, but Louis looked at me and I asked nicely "Could I please get a picture of you, but not with me in it."

2. He was kind of in a rush and was walking away from me but he stopped and turned back and said “Why don’t you want to be in it?” I told him I would ruin the photo because I was too fat and ugly and it wasn’t how I wanted to remember that moment. His face just fell and he asked for my phone which I handed over. He flipped it to front facing screen and got really close to me and whispered “farts” and I burst out laughing. He must have snapped a picture because he handed me back my phone and 3. walked away down the line without another word. My heart sunk for a second because I thought it was really rude. But when I looked at my phone our picture was amazing. He were both laughing, I had ugly crinkly eyes but I looked so happy. And I got a REAL picture with Lou. Not his opened mouth, pointing at a fan one. A real laughing one, where he looks happy. He didn’t have to tell me that I was beautiful or pretty or anything. I don’t care that he didn’t have time to talk and he just walked 4. away. He didn’t have TIME and I get that. But he made time for me, even just the 1minute it took to do that. Just doing that for me shows me that he is an amazing person, who people do NOT give enough credit to. I’ve never shown the picture to anyone, it’s my little secret. But I think I’m almost ready to share it and show people. And you’ll be the person I come to when I want to show the world what a beautiful person Louis William is. Thanks for letting me share!

OH MY GOSH BABE! I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU! I had the biggest smile on my face reading this! This is like sweetest thing ever. it sucks that you only got a few seconds with him but at least you got a genuine moment with Louis. And you’re so right, he doesn’t get enough credit. And not a lot of people can see what an amazing, caring, and just all around wonderful person he is. I would absolutely LOVE to see the picture you two got together!! (: 

Imagine #13

(this imagine is dedicated to a friend of mine, I think she deserve something like this, and a big thank you to her for that I found these amazing twins)

I took a deep breath as I looked into the big mirror hanging on my wall, mocking everything about me. Everything about my body was ugly, I was first of all short and really skinny, it wasn’t fun anymore. Everywhere I went people always told me to eat more, but I already did. I just couldn’t gain weight, I would remain skinny. My thoughts was killing me and I couldn’t stop them. I used to have a really hard time, the days was like hell to go through. 

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