mr.-body

The Boxer

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 10k

Prompt:

“You’re supposed to be in the hospital gown, it’s why we laid it out for you,” Y/N stated, pointing the pen in her hand at the white gown by his feet.

“I’m not wearing that paper shit,” Harry grumbled, “and I’m perfectly fine to leave.”

“That cut says otherwise,” Y/N says.

Harry watches as she sets down the clipboard and turns on the sink to wash her hands, she’s cute. She’s nothing like the kind Harry would go for. His usual prey would be at the bar, lonely, maybe going through a breakup, but he knew for sure that by the end of the night she would be in his bed. Y/N on the other hand looked like too pure for him, and he hated that look.

From his experience Harry had learned that girls like Y/N believed that they were too good for a guy like him. Girls like Y/N, with an innocent smile, soft skin, and soft voices, tended to only use him for one thing, to make their parents upset. Harry had seen it time and time again, it was only a matter of weeks before the girl would crush his heart and move on to someone better.

“I don’t feel anything,” Harry stated.

Harry had grown numb to just about everything. He couldn’t feel the punches thrown at him, he couldn’t feel his emotions, it all just seemed gone to him. He didn’t mind though, no emotions meant he couldn’t get hurt, and no pain meant he was unstoppable.

or

Boxer Harry Styles highers, incredibly perky Y/N as his on-call nurse.


“I hate the graveyard shift,” Y/N stated, slumping into the chair.

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Tips on Writing Characters Without Faces

so yeah, we all know that facial expressions can tell us a lot about how a character is feeling, but what if that isn’t an option? how can you make someone emote if they don’t really have standard facial features? the answer; body language.

let’s consider how emotions are conveyed on a stage production vs movie with Sweeney Todd. First, the stage play:

Note how Todd’s entire upper body goes into his gestures, how he’s single-mindedly focused on his dreams and ideals; how his hands GRAB for each imaginary ‘man’ with these sharp, aggressive, destructive movements and how that contrasts with Mrs. Lovett’s body language; how her hands linger in the air and gravitate towards Todd even after he’s pulled away, and the slow turn she gives him. It does an excellent, though exaggerated, way of conveying their relationship (her focus is on him and making him happy, his focus is entirely on revenge)

Contrast this to the movie:

Originally posted by curiousitykilledthekat

Same lines in the song, much more subtle. Lovett’s eyes still track towards Todds, which reminds us she’s still more focused on the outside, but all of the emotion is in their faces. Were this not a close-up shot in a movie it’d be very, very hard to read their expressions.

While I do recommend you watch a few stage plays (in person near the back row if you can) to actually study body language for yourself or try out charades with your face covered with friends/watch how cosplayers or mascots emote, here’s a few shorthands to get you started (US-centric so expressions may vary on your region):

Head:

  • perfectly still - fear, intense attention, feeling under scrutiny
  • tilted up - recollection, intimidation (looking down nose at threat, aiming to appear taller)
  • tilted down - intense thought, shame (avoiding eye contact), depression/sad feelings
  • turned away - not giving person full attention, avoiding subject/conflict without being combative
  • cocker-spaniel (sideways) tilt - confusion, curiosity, amusement

Hands

  • at the forehead - fatigue (wiping away sweat), illness (checking self for fever, feeling a headache), realization/memory (a ‘well duh’ tap)
  • at the eyes - fatigue or headache (shielding eyes from light), distress (blocking out a painful view, concealing tears)
  • at the nose - disgust (a pinch at the nostrils,) irritation (rubbing at sore spot on nose from glasses wear)
  • at the mouth - nausea, surprise, repressing an emotion/stopping self from saying something
  • at the chin - contemplation, tiredness (face resting in hand)
  • rubbing back of neck - a need to relax tension, embarrassment, slight unease/desire to distract self
  • at the chest - surprise, self-protection (reaction to a wounding statement, sometimes used sarcastically), strong emotions (clutching at heart, could be good-strong or bad-strong), need for security (touching necklace/adjusting clothing to conceal more)
  • at the stomach - pain (clutching, pressing), satisfaction after a meal, protectiveness towards fetus when applicable
  • at the hip(s) - confidence, intimidation, nervousness (if grabbing for weapon)
  • at groin - concealment/unease (usually male-coded as protection of genitals), politeness (hands folded in lap)
  • on thighs - exhaustion (bent over, hands on legs supporting tired upper body)
  • formed into fists - holding back an intense emotion, preparing to fight
  • toying with something - restlessness (bored, nervous energy, craving something they can’t touch) or deliberate disrespect of property (playing with personal objects someone holds dear as an intimidation tactic)

Arms

  • at sides, relaxed - default posture
  • at sides, tense - unease, restraint (soldier at attention, person holding still to avoid being attacked), fear
  • crossed at chest - disapproval, displaying authority, unease (hugging oneself)
  • crossed at stomach - pain, intense laughter (caused by sore stomach muscles from laughing)
  • up, fingers laced behind head - confidence, relaxation
  • one arm on back of furniture - confidence, invitation for someone join them
  • general rule - the further arms are away from body, the more confident/dominant a person means to appear; exposed torso indicates that they don’t see anyone around as a threat to them

Legs

  • square with shoulders - professional, restraint, protective stance
  • wide stance, one foot a little back but planted - defensive stance, expecting to receive blows (knees may be unlocked - seen in swordplay and fencing)
  • weight on one leg - relaxed, tired, may also be leaning on something or pair with one ankle tucked behind the other
  • uneven stance - could indicate old injury
  • foot tapping/bouncing - boredom, nervous energy

Whole Body:

  • stiff and still - fear, unease, standing to attention
  • limp or pliant - relaxed, tired, pleased
  • shoulders back/head up - alert, focused, aggressive
  • shoulders forward, hunched - tired, ashamed
  • leaning towards person - interest, intimidation (looming over them), aggression (usually paired with tense arms or hands in fists,)
  • leaning away from person - relaxation, confidence, disgust (recoiling)
  • smooth/fluid movements - joy, confidence, experience
  • stiff motions - fear (reactive, fight or flight), pain (reluctance to move), anger (either fighting to keep control of emotions or lashing out), cold (conservation of heat by keeping limbs near body)
  • cracking joints/stretching - preparing for a fight, often reading as confidence in abilities
  • general rule - close contact/proximity can read as intimidation (paired with tense body - an invasion of personal space) or affection (paired with relaxaed body language, gentle movement) or passion/attraction while distance can read unease/distaste/fear/dislike.

with those in mind, let’s read this scene from Red vs Blue (a personal fav of mine for body language) featuring agent texas from season 8.

Originally posted by cryingmanlytears

So first of all, very relaxed upper body; limp arms held away from the body, which slowly come back to rest on her hips as she looks at what she’s done. Watch how her lean shifts at the end as her center of gravity shifts, and how she has to move her right leg to restabilize herself when she’s finished pushing it. This reads, in order from the start of the loop; detachment (the least amount of her body is involved in the action as possible), relaxation (smooth movements, the deliberation of those little steps backwards) and confidence (hands on hips.) We can tell a ton about this character just in this gif alone, based on her body language.

in summary! this list isn’t exhaustive, but hopefully it gives you some ideas for ways of making characters emote in fics when you can’t see their faces.

anonymous asked:

Just think jealous Shawn at a party or something and he's like hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek and making sure that guy that keeps looking at you knows that you are definitely his and like dirty looks and waist grabs and kisses that last a bit longer because Shawn needs to be reassured your into him and ugh

He’s got his arms wrapped around you like it’s got a purpose.

Got his head snuggled into your neck as J Cole plays through his friends house, and as the hard back beat floods through your ears, Shawn joins with the soft feel of his lip. He’s insatiable – has been all night. Couldn’t keep his hands off of you, was always bobbing around like a lost puppy.

At first it was just a slung arm over the shoulder, but now it’s a full blown assault – arms wrapped around your waist, head on your shoulder as he sways your intertwined bodies to the music.

You went to comment on it, but when you’d turned to him over your shoulder, he’d sent you a look like he’d been caught – eyes semi wide and smile even wider. Winked – carried on what he was doing (even tightened his arms around your waist and started brushing his lips across your bare neck)

You’re feeling a little second hand embarrassment, public displays of affection isn’t really your thing (especially when you’re mid conversation, chatting about that one time when Jenny fell through a roof running from the cops, it’s interesting, but god dammit Shawn’s distracting you)

It’s only when Shawn’s kisses start to last a little longer, lips linger, fingers slip onto the waistband of your jeans do you comment. The group of people you were talking to has gone – off to get a refill – and it’s just the pair of you, Shawn leaving puckered welts across the shell of your neck.

You lean back a little, reveal in the feel of his desperate kisses before you reach around and run your fingers through the curls at the base of his skull.

He gives you a soft hum of appreciation. “What’re you doing bubs?” You go, letting out a breathy laugh as you close your eyes and sigh into him. He grins against your neck, moving you to the now mellow melody slipping through the speakers – swaying you with his hips and grip at your waist.

“Lovin’ on you” he mumbles in return. You feel him speed up with a hollow groan, mouth suck a little too hard at the shell of your neck and you turn, catching him by surprise when you face him.

He’s got a knitted brow, almost looks like he’s sulking – pretty with his red blushed cheeks and swollen lips. He’s been caught, and it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, and you brush your fingers across his jaw just as he flicks his eyes over your shoulder.

He’s consumed in something for a second, the brown in his eyes start to bleed black, jaw clenches and he’s got his arms around your waist again. Shawn’s got you splayed against him in a matter of seconds, hands suddenly pushing up against his shoulders as he looks down at you – under his lashes – with a sly, yet visibly tense, smile on his face.

“Shawn, what the hell?” You comment, still playful, but he knows you’re confused at his sudden show of affection. Instead of answering your question, he licks his lips and looks at yours.

Moving one hand from your waist, he reaches up and brushes his thumb across your cheek. “You okay?” You speak, frowning. He tries to send you a reassuring smile, yet it falters when he checks up on whatever is over your shoulder. Frowning further, you turn and follow his gaze, finding the reason for his frustration and it’s holding a red solo cup and a hungry gaze.

“Will be when that asshole stops staring”

"Probably looking at you babe” you try to joke while stifling a laugh – the guy looks away for a second and tries to focus on the wall just as Shawn snorts. “Don’t think I’m his type”

You glance at your boyfriend who’s all jealous and frustrated, all pursed lips and heated eyes and honestly? It’s not cute anymore – it’s kinda hot, in a fucked up, needy, possessive kind of way you never knew you liked. “No?” You ask him, quirking a brow before turning back to Mr khakis and polo shirt.

"Want me to go ask him?” You then laugh, and Shawn replies with an inward groan and a roll of his eyes. You turn to him with a grin, and he’s a little less tense, his jaws still clenched though – neck veins prominent as he looks over at Mr boat shoes and digital watch.

“I’ll do it-“ he starts, but before he goes and creates a scene, you clasp his cheeks in your hands and get him to face you. His eyes find yours immediately, settling on your features as his cheeks blush and knit in his brow loosens.

Chewing at your lip, you reach up with a soft smile and catch his lips in yours – quickly running your tongue across his bottom lip with a low hum of adoration.

Shawn falls into it seamlessly, mouth moulding into yours as they rock against each other, kiss a languid yet deliciously heated show of your affection.

His hands slip into the back pockets of your jeans and you don’t miss him give your ass a squeeze, holding the cheeks firm in his wide palms as he chuckles lowly.

“Mine” is all he says, and you don’t even give him a reply because you’re lost in it, in the way he sucks at the tip of your tongue before groaning – low and deep. You only nod desperately, let him be a little dominant because he needs it, needs to be reassured that you’re his and he yours.

You don’t miss him glance out across at Mr body spray and hair gel mid kiss, eyes squinted – dirty – and you run your hands around the back of his head before tugging at his curls. He comes back to you with a smug smile and as you bask in his proud nature, he bumps his lips against yours.

"I’m into you and only you” you whisper, and he nods – knowing it’s true, just can’t help the fleeting thoughts of your inevitable exit.

Just as the song changes, Shawn kisses your lips again and sighs, whispering “My girl” against your lips before he starts to sway you to the different tune with a smug grin plastered on his plump lips.

GUYS IT’S CLUE

Okay hear me out on this one:

So mark’s project is due to drop on the 13th, (an odd date in and of itself) and all current evidence is pointing towards a Murder Mystery/Horror video with a few possibilites.

Some are saying it’s a FNAF style survival video,

Others are saying we’re solving mark’s murder.

And i agree, beacuse i think i know HOW we’re solving it.

For those who may be unfamiliar, CLUE is a board game from the late 1940′s that has players solving the murder of Mr. Body (again, this was the 1940′s everyone)

 According to the game lore, Mr. Body was throwing a party in his mansion home one stormy night for his guests; Miss Scarlett, Professor Plum, Mrs.Peacock, Mr. Green, Mrs. White and Colonel Mustard.

So from this logic, we are playing a CLUE inspired murder where the role of Mr. Body is most likely taken by Mark himself.

I beleive the role of the guests will be taken by either members of the Team, or by Egos.

So let;s run down the list of potential suspects for the Egos, should this be the case (please note i am taking ego suspects based on likelyness and apparent evidence):

-The Host

-Bim Trimmer

-Darkiplier

-Google

-Wilford Warfstashe

and of course player number six: US.

Should this be the case, then i will admit that Mark is a fucking GENIUS.

I grew up playing CLUE on repeat with my siblings and absolutly LOVE it to death and October is the PERFECT time to revive an age-old classic with a new twist.

@ego-surveillance-squad @ego-protection-squad @theorybunker Thoughts guys (p.s does anyone else remember the old CLUE movie they made in the ‘80s? that was the SHIT man)

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Clue #1

When the mysterious Mr. Boddy turns up dead at his own dinner party, everyone’s a suspect! Miss Scarlett, Colonel Mustard, Mrs. Peacock, Professor Plum—all the familiar faces from the famous board game are back, with a couple new twists. But will Boddy’s Body be the last to fall, or is it just the beginning? Follow the clues and solve the mystery in IDW’s new CLUE series! - $3.99

Clue #2

After multiple murders rock the mansion, our earnest investigators discover a mysterious room that may hold all the answers. Meanwhile, Upton works to make all the guests happy—and keep them alive!

Available on July 19 2017 - $3.99

Clue #3

As suspicions continue to mount, we learn more and more about our guests’ strange connections to a mysterious flower with curative properties. Plus, our faithful butler reveals a shocking truth that will change everything!

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Clue #4

As a prime suspect emerges, the body count continues to rise drastically. Meanwhile, one of our characters grows tired of waiting, and decides to take action—with predictably deadly results! The suspects dwindle and our endgame nears.

Available on September 27 2017 - $3.99

Shower Moments

Writer - @dammntwilightsaga

Requested - Nope

Disclaimer - I do not own any of The Twilight Saga’s characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Twilight

Summary – Reader(F) thinks she is alone in the house she shares with her imprinter/fiance Sam so she jumps in the shower but is surprised by him when he comes home early and joins her

Warning(s) - intimate moment (showering together), flashback of previous (accidental) abuse, short, fluff

I changed some things from the book/movie (Sam also has a brother in this, just to help the plot)

A/N - Request are open :)

Originally posted by imlostinsantacarla

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do u even realize how petty Nathaniel, Mr Student Body President, is like :

  • “how about u make peace with Castiel now that the whole Deborah thing is cleared up” asks Candy. “lol nope” answers Nathaniel.
  • “it’s nice to have someone to hate ! it helps you appreciate everyone else more !”
  • Armin makes an ~innocent~ comment about Candy’s chest. Nathaniel proceeds to break his leg with a chair.
  • “sorry I didn’t do it on purpose !”
  • in the same vein : “one of my drumsticks just slipped out of my hand ! and I don’t know how, but it landed on Castiel !”
  • called Deborah a “garce” but I saw google translation translate the word to “bitch” and tbh same (official ts : “awful girl”)
  • jusrt ffuckinj slamed a door on his rival’s face. u talkin about my gf ? how about u say Hello to Mrs Locker Door right there here I’ll help u
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You are truly amazing, you know that? We’re both better off now than we were two minutes ago, yet you’re angry about it because it didn’t happen your way. Might you consider for a fucking moment that your distrust of me is completely unwarranted? I warned you about Billy. Was I right? I found you over Mr. Gates’s body and did I do anything but defend you? When you were sinking to the bottom of the sea, who do you imagine it was who dragged you onto that beach? Brace yourself, but I’m the only person within a hundred miles of here who doesn’t want to see you dead.

It’s Worth It

SPN FanFic

~Sometimes the fun found at the bottom of a bottle can be deadly…~

Sam x Reader, Dean

6,015 Words

Warnings: NSFW! Murder, Drunkenness, Saucy Language, Unprotected Sexual Activity, Rough Sex, Oral, Just…lots of Smut. Lots of it. Smangst.

A/N: This is my longest one shot ever! Oops. My entry for @winchester-writesRose’s Birthday Drinking Challenge. Happy Birthday! Hope you like it! My prompts were Finlandia Vodka and “are we going to have sex or not?” 

“Does this seem like an insane amount of a booze to you?” Y/N stood at the ornate mahogany bar in the parlor of the Caruso Estate, counting the two dozen or so bottles of top shelf liquor, some of them in various stages of emptiness.

Dean appeared at her side, the vision of professionalism in his tailored navy blue suit. His hand waved around over the tops of the bottles, choosing one at random to pull up and examine. “Finlandia Vodka,” he read. “Hmm, you a vodka girl Y/N/N?” He turned to his friend, a slick grin gracing his lips.

She chuckled in response, shaking her head. “I used to be. That stuff just makes me sleepy now.”

“Huh.” Dean turned the bottle in his hands and then, peeking over his shoulder for any on-looking cops, shoved it in his jacket.

“Are you serious? Stealing a dead man’s vodka?” Y/N questioned his thievery.

Dean chuckled, “What? Mr. Caruso’s not gonna miss it. Besides, I’ve stolen worse.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “I’ve heard. What’d you ever do with that bottle of Viagra from the nursing home?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He wiggled his eyebrows and pursed his lips in a flirtatious smirk.

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5 | Save Me

BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU
word count:
 3,381 i love writing i’m sorry

warnings: violence, gore probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, dead bodies, non-con etc. very mature themes. this chapter has mentions of torture, non-con, bruises, being beaten etc

Originally posted by annabartollo

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“I could ask you the same thing, Serena.”


The once beautiful girl looked drained, she didn’t seem like your best friend, something had changed. Evidently. She was wearing a red silky dressing gown that had parted slightly at the front, revealing her matching lingerie underneath. Her overall appearance was outlandishly sexy and completely out of character, she would normally never wear anything like that, never mind be confident enough to answer the door dressed that way. Was she fucking Mr Lee?

“Sorry I think you’ve got the wrong house, it’s just me and my boyfriend home.” She smiled, talking just a little too loud for your liking,

“Serena what the fuck is going on?! Why are you here?” You whispered, just in case the dangerous professor was lurking behind her,

“I told you we didn’t order a pizza. I’m sorry you have the wrong address. You have to leave now-” Serena tried slamming the door shut on you, but a large hand gripped at the dark wood, stopping the door from shutting completely.

“Y/N.. Is that you?”

Mr Lee.

“Yeah, uh, my car broke down and I was just looking for some help… I didn’t know you lived here.”

Shivers ran down your spine when you saw him, he was still the same young, handsome professor you once trusted and looked up to. He was wearing a crisp navy suit, his black hair was slicked back and stubble shadowed his fierce features. Only difference being this time you were more than aware of his out of school activities, and he’d somehow managed to drag Serena into it too. Was she working for him all along?

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Timing AU Artist Steve Rogers x plus size reader

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


Timing

Summary: Twice you met him hopefully the third time’s the charm and you actually get a name.  

Pairing: Artist!Steve Rogers x Bookshop owner! Plus size! Reader, Bucky Barnes x Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff x Clint Barton                                                                          

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff

Setting: Soulmate AU, no Avengers, no powers just humans

Rating: PG-13 for now

Warnings: a little angst, sadness, but fluff to, self-doubt, body conscience,  

Word count: 4,596

Notes: Written for @bladebarnes #bladehits2kchallenge my prompt is you get your soul mates name on your left arm when you turn sixteen. I also want to apologize for not getting this out sooner I had every intention of doing so and then a hurricane hit and tossed all good intentions out the window. I do hope you all enjoy this little fic and any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Key: Y/F/N = Your Full Name, Y/N = Your name

Forever: @winters-buck @angryschnauzer @marvel-lucy @feelmyroarrrr @aquabrie @fandommaniacx@supernaturallymarvellous @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel

Marvel: @sebbytrash @ek823  @melconnor2007 @creideamhgradochas

Timing tag: @buckyismysexuality  @promarvelfangirl @smoothdogsgirl @kirakombat 

@bradygabrielle-blog @rhyatt-deauxtreve@jasmineladjevardi @breezy1415 @toastmaster94 @littlenerdgirl16 @lady-thor-foster@mindingmyownbusiness @sokkasbae255 @anotherotter @caramell0w@dis-gurl-amyyy @nopevilleluas @vesperazylra  @thatgaldonna @ever-faithful-sidekick @just-a-fiction-lover @sebastianbarnesandchrisrogers @kudosia @unsung-knight @garnetandlace @iamwarrenspeace @raxacoricofallapatoriuspotter @trinityjadec  @dean-jace-nicklous-damien @starkgaryan

Thumb brushing over his name for what felt like the hundredth time today, a habit you took up since those letters appeared on your skin. One that hasn’t left you in the twenty some years though as time ticks on and his presents in your life remains absent; you begin to lose hope and your fingers brush the name less frequent.

“So I was thinking we could double date tomorrow night,” Natasha’s voice broke you from the stupor you’d sunk into with the midafternoon lull.

Eyeing her closely, “You do know that would mean I had a boyfriend to right Nat?”

“Of course babe and…” soft smirk stretching her ruby lips as her equally fiery locks bounced in excitement. “I’ve got you one Y/N you’ll love him truly.”

“No,” pushing away from the counter and grabbing up a small stack of un-shelved books making your way towards the back. “I’m not letting you set me up on some cockamamie blind date with a guy Clint works with thank you very much,” walking backwards giving the red head a glare.

“Y/N…” she started to call out right before you collided with a solid wall of muscle. Books flying from your arms and you to would’ve landed on your face had it not been for a pair of strong arms wrapping around your thick waist.

Heart hammering, eyes widened taking in the expression on Nat’s beautiful face then remembering the stranger you bumped into that rescued you. Turning, a prayer on your lips that you hadn’t made a fool of yourself in front of some handsome stranger, worse than that your soulmate.

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