no full length shots of the dress :((


Word count: 3,444
Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader
Warnings: some self-deprecation, a little social anxiety as well? Bucky being a flirt, tooth-rotting, cavity-inducing fluff

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a one shot in my head for a while and I figured I’d take a break from Begin Again to write this out before I lost it. Hope you enjoy xx

You stood in front of the full length mirror making final adjustments to your make up, swiping stray eye liner from the corner of your eye. Tony was throwing another party to keep up public appearances and unfortunately, you felt obliged to go. Tony was your friend and if he was going to suffer, you decided that you would too. 

You were dressed in a tailored dark wine red playsuit with black opaque tights and black heels. It was slim fit, and the neckline rested only a few inches below your neck so it was sophisticated enough but not too stuffy. 

You heard the door open as you threw your eye pencil back into its place when -

‘Doll, are you - hello, gorgeous.’

You rolled your eyes playfully, looking at him in the reflection of the mirror, but blushed. He looked impossibly handsome - broad-chested and dressed in an all-black suit, the only colour coming from his gentle cerulean eyes and full pale lips. His hair was brushed back and you knew you would have trouble concentrating on anything else but him.

‘Turn around, lemme get a look at you.’ His words were meant to sound sultry but there was a near-goofy smile on his face that essentially just described Bucky himself.

You obliged, quirking an eyebrow. ‘I dunno, Barnes, you seemed to be enjoying the other view.’

Bucky flicked you on the forehead playfully. ‘Get your head out of the gutter,’ he smirked, making you giggle, before wrapping his arms around you and kissing you gently. In your heels, you were still a couple inches shorter than him. 

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anonymous asked:

57 with Seth :)

Prompt: “Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!” 

Seth had been on tour for around 5 months and neither of you had enough time off to see one another, it’s safe to say it was bumming you out. Some of your friends from work had noticed so decided to invite you out on a girls night.

“Come on (Y/N)! It’ll be fun! Help get your mind off things.” your best friend was trying to convinse you as you left work.

“I don’t know I just wanna go home and skype with him really.” You shrugged not realy seeing the big deal in heading out.

“Oh come on (Y/N)! When was the last time we had a girls night?” She smirked poking your sides playfully. Laughing you push her hands off you.

“Okkaaayyyy fine! but only for a little while.” You bargened with not really feeling like heading out, but knowing if you didn’t she’d never let you forget it.

Looking in the full length mirror you admire your reflection, smoothing out the tihgt black dress you smiled to yourself, you had to admit you looked really hot. An idea came to mind, grabbing your phone you posed and took a picture of your reflection sending it to Seth.

Y -What do you think? ;)

S -Damn babe. You look hot. What’s the occation?

Y - Just a night out with the girls :3

S - Looks a lot sexier for just a night out with the girls ;)

Y - I think it looks fine ;)

Twisiting slightly you you take a profile shot and make sure your ass is excentuated.

S - Urggg your killing me here babe

Just as you were about to reply your friend text you to let you know she outside waiting.

Y - I gotta go honey, I’ll see you later ;)

Locking your phone and putting it into your clutch bag you quickly touch up your hair and head out.

“Damn girl you are looking fine.” Your friend winks at you pulling away heading to the club. About 12 shots later and 4 pints of beer it’s safe to say you were pretty drunk, your short stay turned into 3 hours. Your friends were all over some random guy so you decided to head out and walk home. Walking back you decided to phone Seth, the phone seemed to ring for ages before a sleepy Seth answered.

“Babe? Isn’t it like 2am back home?” Seth answerd suddenly more awake.

“Sethhiiieeeeee. How arree yoouuu?” You giggley slurred at him.

“Are you drunk?” Seth chuckled

“Nooooooo. You’re drunk”

“I can ensure you I’m not drunk babe. Are you friends around?” He asks sounding concerned.

“No. They were too busy sucking face with some strangers so I decided to walk.” You chirpped, sounding pleased with your choice.

“What?!” The sudden change in volume made you jump. “It’s 2am and you’re walking home alone! Are you out of your mind?” You pouted at his words not realising he couldn’t see you.

“I thought it was better than staying at the club where some creep could try and hit on me.”

“Babe some creep could try and hit on you and abduct you outside the club. At least in the club there would have been loads of people.” You paused your face falling, in your drunk state you hadn’t realised how reckless you’d been. The realisation quickly sobered you up.

“Seth…. I…… I’m scared.” You heard Seth sigh on the other end, and some rustling like he’d moved off the bed.

“I know honey just….Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

“Okay.” Quickly you head in the direction of home, holding the phone as tight to your ear as possible.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay honey. I know you were trying to do the right thing. I just freaked out because you hear so many horror stories about girls walking home by themselves at night and I’m not there to protect you.”

“Yeah. This is the last time I go out with the girls.” You chuckled hopping to distract you both. Seth let out a small chuckle but you culd tell he was still anxious. It only took you another 10 minutes to reach your house, stepping inside you lock the door and lean against it.

“I’m home now.” You speak softer, suddenly feeling drained. Seth relaxed a little on the other end and stopped pacing around his hotel room.

“Get some sleep honey. You’ve had quite the night.” Seth sounded just as exahusted as you but you were still a little anxious.

“I know it’s late but can I skype you once I’m in bed?” you asked making yur way up to your shared room, taking off your heels as you went.

“Sure thing babe. I’ll be waiting.” You could here the smile and tired strain in his voice but you both know a skype call would help you both rest easy tonight. You quickly take off your makeup and dress, slipping one of Seth’s shirts on and climbing into bed. Just as you got under the covers skype started ringing on your laptop, placing it on the bedside table you turn on yourside and answer.

“Jesus woman you take forever!” He giggled down the line.

“I do not!” you acted hurt, felling better now you could smell Seth’s collogne from his shirt and see his face. You both settle into a comfortable silence and for a second you thought maybe he had gone to sleep.

“I love you (Y/N) more than you can ever know.”

Smiling wide you peel your eyes open to look at him. “I love you too honey. So God damn much.”

“In case I fall asleep on you I’ll say goonight babe.” You snuggled futher down into the duvet, nodding.

“Goodnight princess.”

“G’night my prince.” Seth grinned at the nickname and watched you drift off to sleep. His racing heart now calmed knowing you were home and safe.

Prompt from this list.



[Image description: two photos of a woman standing indoors, one a full-length shot and the other three-quarters. She is white and has dark brown hair, shaved on the sides and worn curly off to one side on top. She wears glasses with frames that are tortoiseshell on top and clear, pink-tinted plastic on bottom. She wears a purple dress that hits above the knee, an open-front mustard yellow cardigan that ends below the hip, and a scarf around her neck in pale blue, navy blue, purple, and mustard floral. She wears dark tights and dark brown lace-up mid-calf boots with metallic toe caps. The background contains a light wood-colored dresser, a pale teal bar cart with glasses and bottles of alcohol, and a pale green wall filled with many pieces of framed art.]

Dying over how well all these colors go together! I sometimes avoid these sorts of bright color pairings lest I look like I’m really into some sports team (and as I am in Vikings country, this one is particularly dangerous), but the inclusion of the floral scarf helps mitigate that.

Dress: Gift | Cardigan: Old Navy | Scarf: H&M | Boots: Born

"You Look Really Good Today!”

A/N: Hello there! So I wrote this and had it sitting in the Notes on my phone weeks before I ever posted any of my writing here on Tumblr, but I rather enjoyed this and even though it didn’t fit into the other plot line as smoothly as I would have hoped, I still thought it needed to see the light of day, so I decided to post it all on its lonesome as a one shot. I didn’t tag anyone unless you explicitly requested I do so, but if you want me to add you to my “forever tag” list for any of my future fics I post, just let me know! I hope you enjoy! 😁❤️

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anonymous asked:

a blurb where you are freaking out about going to an award show because you are feeling insecure about a dress you are wearing that is showing your scar on your back from spinal fusion surgery and Niall tries to calm you down? please :)

Scar Tissue

Originally posted by niallhgifs

“No.  Forget it.  I’m not going.”  Fumbling with the zipper at the side of the strapless column gown you started to shuffle back towards your room.  Niall’s head shot up from where he was hunched over the ottoman, tying his black dress shoes.  His eyes were blown wide with surprise and a tinge of panic.  “Wha? Wait, baby, wait!  Come back here, what’s the matter?!”  You could hear Niall’s footsteps falling heavy as he strode down the hall after you.  

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The Big Day

Ok how about a one shot of either Dave (or Morgan) on their wedding day.

Dave’s wedding!  Yes, @lilaries17, just yes.  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

“Lucky number 4?” Morgan says as he slaps Rossi on the back, their forms standing in the full-length mirror as David readjusts his tie.

“Ha ha ha,” Rossi laughs sarcastically before seeing Morgan give him a wink.

“She’s a good woman, Dave,” Aaron comes up behind him as says as he beckons for Rossi to turn towards him.

“And 20 years his junior!” Morgan exclaims.

“I think that you’ve ridden him enough, Morgan,” J.J. says as she comes around the corner of the door frame and into the groom’s dressing room.

“She’s ready when you are,” J.J. smiles, taking a good look at Rossi as he spreads his arms out.

“How do I look?” he asks, nervousness rattling his voice as a smirk dawns onto J.J.’s cheek.

“His flower’s crooked, Hotch,” J.J. quips.

But all that got was a bit of laughter from the people surrounding him.

“Where’s Reid?” Rossi asks, “I haven’t seen him all morning.  You think he got lost?”

“Actually…” J.J. drawls.

As the men turn towards her, worried looks caressing their eyes, a smile slowly creeps across David’s face as he nods his head lightly.

“Tell her it’s just fine,” he says.

And as the men turn towards him, giving him questionable looks as they begin to gather their coats, they whip them around their shoulders as David makes his way for the door.

“I’ll see ya out there,” he says, tapping the door just before he starts his descent down the hallway.

He was ready to marry the love of his life.


“How’re you feeling?” Spencer asks you as you smooth your dress out once more before flipping your veil over your face.

“Like I’m gonna puke,” you answer honestly, sending him a pathetic glance through the mirror as he puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you around.

“You know he loves you, right?” he asks.

“I know.  But, he’s also said that to three other women…” you trail off.

Taking your hands within his, Spencer clenches them tightly as he drops them in between your bodies.

“There are many reasons and studies I could spout that would give you both relief and curl your toes in horror as to why marriage both fails and succeeds in terms of the men in them,” Spencer begins.

“Great,” you mutter to yourself.

“But…” Spencer says, squeezing your hands for attention, “…what you need to know about those previous marriages is that the women sought out the divorce.  Never him.”

“What?” you breathe, raising your eyes to Reid as you feel the widen slightly.

“He never gave up on them.  They gave up on him.  Whether it was his job, or a grief they couldn’t cope with as a couple, or other selfish reasons.  He never initiated it.”

The idea made your heart sink.

“Rossi decided to try again with you.  To…to take his broken, mangled heart and give it to you in the hopes that it would be enough,” Spencer states.

“So, in defense of my friend and colleague, you need to make sure it is enough before you step out into that hallway.”

And he was right.

You needed to be absolutely sure.

Turning back towards the mirror as you flutter your eyes, trying desperately to keep your tears at bay, you feel Spencer hovering behind you as you close your eyes and smile.

“Will you walk me down the aisle, Spencer?” you breathe.

And as you feel him take your hand and wrap it up under his arm, he turns your body towards the door as he pats the top of your hand.

“It would be an honor,” he rumbles lowly.


You knew that David would spare no expense for the wedding.  He didn’t bat an eye when the wedding dress that caught your eye…and your silhouette…ran him $8,000.  He did nothing but smile after booking the beautiful Salamander Resort and Spa for not only the wedding and the reception…but also the full-spa package for an entire two weeks.

And even when, between the two of you, you would have to invite, feed, and supply an open bar for 500 people, the only thing he did was kiss you on your forehead and mumble how much he loved you.

In his beautiful Italian tongue, of course.

But as you and Spencer approach the huge double doors that would fling open and show you to the 500 people in the room, not to mention the utterly handsome love of your life, your hands began to shake and your chest began to heave.

“Y/N?” Spencer asks, getting in front of you as he shakes his head at the men ready to open the doors.

“Reid?  What’s going on?” Rossi asks, fiddling with the intercom in his ear as he listens to the debacle on the other end.

“I think it’s happening like you said it would,” he says as your eyes begin to blur with tears.

“Who-…are you talking to?” you breathe heavily to Spencer.

“Here here here…take this,” he coos, taking the earbud from his ear and slipping it up under your veil, working it into your ear canal as your knees begin to tremble.

And then…you heard his voice.

“Hello there, la mia bella sposa,” Rossi coos lowly.

But you still couldn’t steady your breathing.

“Give me 5 things you can see,” he says.

It was then that Hotch and Morgan turned to him, asking with their eyes if assistance was needed.

But all he did was hold out his hand to them lowly.

“Um, uh…uh…I can see…I see doors, and-…and Spencer,” you gulp.

“Good, tesoro,” he applauds, “give me three more.”

“My bouquet, my dress…a-a-and my veil,” you breathe.

“Alright, bella, now…4 things you can hear.”

“Your voice…” you whisper.

“Good girl,” he coos lightly.

“And…and the bustling of people behind the door.  A-a-and…and Spencer breathing…”

“You tell him to back up a bit,” Rossi says rather possessively.

It made you chucle.

“I can hear your jealousy…” you trail off, your voice finally gaining strength.

His laugh ricocheting through your ears made your stomach churn with beauty.

“Are you sound enough to give me 3 things you can touch?” he asks.

“I-…I think so,” you say nervously.

“And it better not be Spencer,” he quips playfully.

Then you felt it.

The last of the tremors run fleetingly from your body.

Taking a few deep breaths as you raise your body tall and strong, you flip your veil over your face as Spencer tries to help you touch up your make-up a bit, telling you where you needed to wipe and what needed to be fixed.

“Y/N?” you hear Rossi ask in your ear.

“You ready, my love?” you coo.

“I’ll always be ready,” he breathes.

Smiling as you bring your hand up to your ear, you work the earpiece out of your canal before handing it back to Spencer, watching him drop it in his pocket as you snicker and shake your head.

The man really did think of absolutely everything.

“Ready?” Spencer asks, offering you his arm.

“Always,” you coo, linking your arm with his as you nod your head to the men holding the doors handles.

And then?  The whoosh of air.


“I’ve been told they’ve written their vows,” the officiator exclaims.

Smiling broadly as David clears his throat, he takes both of your hands within his as his eyes bore heavily into yours.

“Mia regina…” he trails off.

The glimmer of tears in his eyes sprang them to your own as you found yourself swallowing hard.

“I know that a lot of people have questioned why I’m getting married again at my age,” he begins, “and I know that you have taken just as much criticism for marrying a man my age as I have for generally getting married again.”

A hush fell over the entire room as he paused.

“A friend once told me,” he says as he looks back quickly at Hotch, “that sometimes love isn’t a one-time deal.  Circumstances happen in life, and it leaves us crumbled and begging for something more.”

You didn’t try to hold back the tear wanting to work its way down your face.

“And while I will always tell people that I loved my three ex-wives when I married them, I can also contest that I loved them each in a different way.”

Watching his eyes dance across your face, he continues.

“But what I’ve come to realize is this: when you began to pop up in my dreams, and when I started to study your body language at work, and when I found myself making any excuse necessary to call you and hear your voice, I knew that I was in trouble.  And I knew that I was lucky.  Lucky to not only have found love yet again in my life, but lucky enough to have found it within you.”

Your chest was heaving now, but for a very different reason.

“I may not have the most exciting track record,” he says as he sniffles, earning a light chuckle from the crowd, “but that doesn’t diminish how much I care for you, and how I will do anything and everything in my power to not only protect you, but make you smile.  Because, at the end of the day, when you’re in my arms and sleeping soundly…that’s all I wish for.  For your happiness and your safety.”

“Oh, David,” you whisper, shaking your head lightly as you sniffle, feeling him grasp your hand as he slides your beautiful, sparkling wedding band on your finger.

“Miss Y/L/N?” the officiator asks.

“David Rossi, I don’t give a damn about your prior marriages,” you say as the crowd chuckles yet again, a huge smile breaking out across his face, “nor do I give a damn as to whether or not you can make me happy every day of my life.”

Now you had his attention.

“Because the truth of the matter is, some days you will want to throw me out into the cold to starve.  And some days, I’ll just want to bash your head in with a wine bottle from your collection.”

David was shaking his head now as he listened to you intently.

“Here is what I can, and will, promise…” you say as you take a step towards him, your fingers interlocking as your face sits so closely to his that you can feel the warmth of his breath on the tip of your nose.

“I will never…ever…give up on you,” you say lowly.

And for the first time in the three years you had known him, you saw him cry.

“Oh, Y/N,” he breathes, grasping you tightly around your waist as he draws you in for a deep kiss, your back bending backwards as his arms cradle you ever so closely to his body.

And the audience erupted into a massive applause.

Feeling him lean you back up, you smile broadly as your foreheads rest together, his ring being threaded into your hand so that you can thread it onto his finger, you bring the back of his left hand to your lips and kiss it lightly as your newly-wedded husband stands there in awe, taking in every single feature of this special day before the two of you slowly turn towards the crowd.

“I now pronounce to you,” the officiator rings out, “Mr. and Mrs. Rossi.”

And the crowd went wild.


[Image description: two photos of a woman standing outdoors in front of a tall, leafy hedge, one a full-length shot and the other three-quarters. She is white and has dark brown hair, short on the sides and worn curly off to one side on top. She wears glasses with tortoiseshell and clear frames. She wears a pale grey long-sleeved sweater dress, navy tights, and maroon clog ankle-boots.]

It is now far too warm to get any wear out of this dress until the fall, but when I made it we were still in the 40s, so it got a couple of outings!

Dress: Made by me | Boots: Korkease | Necklack: Madewell

How to Pick a Base Pattern

Alternatively, “How to Find ‘Where to Start’ on a Cosplay”

After grabbing a new pattern to tear apart for my next cosplay, I got to thinking about how a lot of newer cosplayers could use a little guidance when it comes to planning out how to tackle a fresh sewing project. I had at least a couple twitter friends show interest in something like this, so I decided to take a little time to talk about how I personally go about organizing my plan of attack when I’m ready to sew something new!

This is much less of a strict how-to and more of a general guideline of things to think about/look for when you feel a little lost on how to go about sewing that cosplay you have your eye on.

So, if you’ve ever looked at a character you want to cosplay and thought “Oh boy, where do I even start?” and your first instinct is to ask someone else, then this guide may be beneficial to you! 

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A Night to Remember: Sasil AU

A/N: Hi! So this is my first Sasil fanfic. I’ve written a lot of Olitz fics, and some Richonne one shots and those fandoms led me to Outsiders. This fic is completely AU, set in a high school. I hope y'all like it.

Blackburg Kentucky, May 2015

Sally Ann bit her crimson bottom lip, looking unsurely at her matching fingernails, splayed on her bare knees, her wrists shrouded in the black ruffles of her dress’s cupcake skirt. She got up and went to the living room’s full-length mirror to again examine herself. A sliver of cleavage, cleavage she hadn’t had before G'win dragged her to Victoria’s Secret to buy a “bombshell” bra to go under her dress, peeked out of the dress’s sequined bodice. She looked down at her waxed legs, marveling at the soft glow coconut oil gave them, and her black pumps, outfitted with ankle straps that made her feel ladylike.

“You can stop looking. If you get any prettier, I’ll keep you home,” Naomi, the elderly woman who had essentially adopted Sally Ann when James’s drinking spun out of control, said as she stood in the doorway.

Sally Ann blushed as she turned to face her. “I just… It’s prom night. I want it to be perfect.”

“Y'all could wind up at McDonald’s and Hasil wouldn’t mind. You’ve been leading that boy around by the nose since fall.”

Again, Sally Ann blushed. “You know what I mean.”

“I know. It’s why I didn’t give you a curfew. Just this once I want you to do something wild.”

Sally Ann smiled at the glimmer in the woman’s eyes, wondering what sort of wild things she’d done in her long-gone youth. “We’re just gonna go to prom, and then probably Waffle House. Hasil’s been talking about waffles for a whole month.”

“He’s something, isn’t he?”

“The question is what,” Sally Ann answered with a smile. The doorbell rang and her eyes turned to the door.

Naomi smiled as she stepped into the room. “I’ll get it. Go fix your lipstick.”

Sally Ann hurried into the bathroom and reapplied her lipstick. A moment later she could hear Hasil’s voice, soft and lilting like a babbling brook, and Naomi’s, gravelly from her cigarettes. Both stopped at the sound of her heels on the shining wood floor.

They stared at each other, Naomi grinning between them. Sally’s Ann’s eyes moved over his coppery hair, shining and slicked back into a ball at the crown of his head, and his face, gently shaved with even the sparse hairs around his eyebrows plucked. No one noticed them but her, and she knew what he had done to look his best. Her wild-eyed farm boy had groomed himself into the men she looked too long at in Calvin Klein ads. He wore a crisp black blazer, tailored perfectly for him by the attentive hands of the bleached beyond blonde seamstress at the rental place. His bowtie was the same shade of gold as her bodice, tied crookedly by his eight fingers. Her eyes fell to his bottom half and the corners of her mouth quirked in a smile. Hasil was never one for tradition, and true to his own form, he had forgone the tux’s matching pants for his beloved kilt and Doc Martens. Only he could be so mismatched and still so well-dressed.

Hasil misunderstood her lingering stare, his eyebrows falling into creases. “I know I promised to get myself all cleaned up but—”

“You look perfect,” Sally Ann interjected, a full smile forming on her face.

She smiled harder at the tinge of pink that tipped his ears and the apples of his cheeks. He shook his head. “Naw. I don’t look half as good as you.”

Sally Ann blushed, her eyes falling to her shoes as Hasil stepped closer. He lifted her chin, giving her nose an affectionate tweak, before his hands reached their true destination. His fingers threaded through her silken hair, brushing her scalp then falling through to the ends. “Ain’t ever seen your hair like this.”

“Gramms straightened it.” She smiled at Naomi over his shoulder, her cheeks hot as he continued running his fingers through her hair. He was fascinated by its natural cottony tufts, but this new bone-straight texture captivated him just the same.

“How’d she do that?”

“With the hot comb.” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Sally Ann smiled. “It’s a metal comb. You heat it on the stove and—It’s not important. Do you like it?”

“Ain’t nothin’ about you I don’t like, pop tart,” he replied. Sally Ann grinned at her new nickname. She had been introducing Hasil to store bought food—something they never ate on his family’s farm on the outside of town—and now she had a new nickname each time he discovered something new he enjoyed. She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, surprised by the supple freshly shaved skin around his mouth.

“I think it’s time y'all got going before I see something I shouldn’t,” Naomi interjected.

Sally Ann smiled as Hasil interlaced their fingers, walking toward the door. He turned to smile. “G'night ma'am. I’ll have her back soon as I can.”

“I know.” Naomi smiled as she followed them to the door.

They walked outside the house and she went to the front window to watch them, grinning when the boy stopped at the end of the walkway and rushed to his freshly washed ATV then returned, a plastic box in his hand. She could see the bashful smile on his face as he took the red rose corsage out of it. She smiled as Sally Ann helped him pin it to the corner of her dress’s sweetheart neckline. Her corsage secure, Hasil offered Sally Ann his hand to help her climb onto the ATV as demurely as she could before he climbed on in front of her. Sally Ann looked at the window and smiled as she waved at Naomi. Naomi waved back as they pulled away from the curb.

She’d had her misgivings about the quirky when he started walking Sally Ann home, but she’d overheard enough phone conversations, and seen enough painstakingly carved woodland creatures, to know he had nothing but pure affection for her little girl, whom she was beginning to realize wasn’t so little anymore.


“Last picture. Make it special,” the photographer instructed as Sally Ann and Hasil stood before the prom’s Old Hollywood themed photo backdrop.

“I’m wearin’ a kilt. Can’t get more special,” Hasil replied.

Sally Ann laughed, leaning forward and attempting to cover her mouth. Hasil looked on with a smile, proud of making her laugh, and the photographer smirked as he snapped their picture. He looked at it on his digital camera. “That’s a keeper.”

Hasil held Sally Ann’s hand as he walked over to look. He grinned. “Def'nitely. That there’s goin’ on the weddin’ invitation.”

Sally Ann smirked. “You’re not wearing a kilt to our wedding.”

“We’ll see ‘bout that, cupcake.”

They paid for their pictures then went into the prom. Sally Ann smiled as she looked around at the directions she and the rest of the prom committee had worked on for weeks. She turned to Hasil. “Pretty nice, right?”

“I never thought a gym could look so nice,” he replied, looking around at the black and gold decorations. They had lined the walls with black paper generously sprinkled with gold stars. Gold balloons swarmed the ceiling. The refreshment table held mini bottles of sparkling cider and disposable cameras. A row of photo booths lined the back wall. He smiled at her. “You match ev'rything. You’re the bell of the ball.”


Hasil smiled as he resumed his place at Sally Ann’s side. She turned to looked at him, a bottle of sparkling cider in her hand. “Where’d you go?”

“Had to tell Asa somethin’,” he replied, nodding at his cousin, a recent graduate who had graciously taken the prom committee’s meager offer to be their DJ. Sally Ann gave him a questioning look but Hasil only smiled sweetly, reaching out to twirl a lock of hair around his finger. “I think I miss your curly hair.”

Sally Ann smiled. “It’ll be back once I wash my hair.”

Hasil nodded, having recently learned the joys of Sally Ann’s hair-washing routine when she taught him to twist her locks with a sweet scented paste called shea butter.


February 2015

Hasil smiled at Sally Ann as she emerged from the bathroom, a towel around her neck to catch the drops of water falling off her damp hair. He scooted over on her bed to make room for her to sit beside him, watching as she gathered supplies from her dresser. She sat beside him, putting her products between them, and he picked up a jar of paste. He smiled at its sugary scent. “What’s this?”

“Shea butter,” she answered as if that would explain anything to him. When he gave no reply, she looked at him with a smile. “I use it to twist my hair.”

He nodded, dipping a fingertip into it. “Is this what makes your hair stay in that braid thing?”

She nodded, watching as he rubbed it between his palms then brought them to his face to inhale the scent. “So this is what you smell like all the time…and chocolate too. What’s that?”

She left the bed and went to her dresser then returned with a yellow bottle that she placed in his hands. He read the name slowly. “Cocoa butter… You use a lot of butter on yourself, lollipop.”

She wrinkled her nose as she massaged shea butter into her hair. “I think that’s the first nickname you’ve ever given me that I don’t like.”

“I just figure it fits cause you’re so sweet and I like licking on you…” He smiled, his eyebrows quirking at the way she looked away from her, a smile on her own face. “Plus your head’s awful big for your little body.”

“Shut up! No it isn’t!” She laughed as she shoved his shoulder. “It’s mostly hair.”

“If you say so.” He watched as she used the paste to twist her hair into little knots all over her head. “Now what does those do?”

“They help my hair curl a certain way,” she answered, slowing down her method so he could watch. “You just twist and twist until it becomes a ball by itself.”

He nodded, reaching over to take a lock in his hair and twist it. “Like this here?”

Sally Ann examined his knot in the mirror. “It’s a little small for hair as thick as mine, but yeah.”

It didn’t take them long to finish her hair and start on his. Naomi wasn’t sure what to expect when she came home and heard their laughter.


“Alright kids, here’s the last dance of the night. This song is older than just about all of y'all but a friend of mine just had to have it played for his date,” Asa announced and Sally Ann wasn’t surprised to find him giving them a knowing grin.

She looked at Hasil and he only smiled as Elvis Presley’s “Can’t Help Falling In Love” began and the gym’s lights dimmed. Hasil gave a theatrical bow as he offered his hand and Sally Ann grinned as she took it. He sheepishly took her in his arms and pushed her hair back from her face. “I’m real sorry you didn’t get to be queen. I know you wanted it.”

She shrugged and smiled. “Nothing in the world can ruin any night I get with you.”

Hasil looked away, blushing, and Sally Ann lay her head on his chest, allowing him to sway her to the music. She was surprised at the ease with which he moved, having been dreading his two left feet all week. She lifted her head to look at him. “You can dance?”

He blushed again. “I couldn’t ‘til 'bout three days ago. I knew you’d wanna dance so I asked Ms. Ray to teach me a li'l somethin’.”

Sally Ann looked around the gym and found Ms. Ray, their silver-haired history professor, smiling as she looked at them. She turned back to Hasil and caressed his face. “You are the sweetest thing.”

He gave a bashful shrug. “I just wanted to do somethin’ special for you. I’d do anythin’ to make you smile.”

“Can you get Asa to play that song one more time?”

Hasil turned to Asa and gave his cousin a pleading look that he hoped Asa understood. A grin spread over his face when the song began once more, and he turned to Sally Ann, resuming their embrace. “I b'lieve you owe me one smile.”

Sally Ann grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

AN: Another update on mobile, but don’t worry! It *should* be the last one! Anyway, thank you beautiful anon for the request! I will try to make it long and good, but it is hard to do when I am typing on a screen and not on a keyboard… *The picture is not mine, found on google. PLEASE ignore all spelling errors and typos! Xoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: As soon as your requests are open again can I pretty please request a Quicksilver X reader arguing and reader yelling,“You can hate me as much as i hate myself!” (Super fluffy please!!!)

Warning: Low self-esteem (weight) & slight nudity
~“Just Say It”~

Groaning, you rubbed your fingers gently on your temples as you walked down the hall, Pietro hot on your tail.

“Why won’t you go?” He asked for what had to be the fifteenth time in the past ten minutes, but this time he sounded more irritated than confused.

“Because I just don’t want to, Pietro.” You snapped to him, shooting a stern glance over your shoulder and to the silver-haired Avenger. “Drop it.”

“Drop it?” His hand shot out and he wrapped his fingers around your wrist. “I want to go to the party, and I want my girlfriend to be there with me.”

Why couldn’t he just except that you didn’t want to go? Why did he have to always try to get his way?

You had your reasons, and you shouldn’t have to tell him about them. He should just respect your choice.

Suddenly angry, you ripped your hand from his grip. “Then find another girlfriend to bring.”

His blue eyes widened, and he was frozen for a small moment, allowing for you to especially into your room.

You shut the door behind you and locked it, then glanced at your bed where the source of negative mood had begun with.

Tony had a dress delivered to your room this afternoon for his party later that night, he had practically fallen over when you told him you didn’t own any. Which was a complete lie, you had just shoved whatever dresses you had in the farthest corners of your closet. Dresses were never flattering in you.

You knew as soon as you saw the dress that you didn’t want to go to the party.

You ran your fingers over the silky blue fabric. It was a strapless, short, tight little thing that Tony had ordered. One that Nat or Wanda would have been able to pull off with no problem.

You figured that you would at least give it a shot, perhaps you would be surprised?

You walked over to the full length mirror on your wall with the silky piece of clothing tight in your fist.

You stripped down to your underwear, then wiggled yourself into the tight dress. The fabric clung to your hips, showing how large they were, and made the awkward, convex shape of your stomach much more noticeable than before. You felt the tears sting your eyes as you looked yourself up and down. Because of how tight the dress was, it forced your thighs even closer than they already are regularly, which in turn made them look big and fat.

Fat. God, you were so fat. You were downright disgusting.

A sob ripped through your body as you hastily tried to peel the dress away from your skin. You could barley see through the tears, making it hard to get the dress off.

You were just…gross. Such a beautiful dress did not deserve to be resting over your skin.

“Y/N…” You heard your boyfriend’s accented voice carry through the door, much softer than before. “Will you please just tell me why you don’t want to–wait, are you crying?”

The fact that he noticed made you sob even harder. You were so pathetic, crying over a dress. Who does that?

Pietro wiggled the doorknob in an attempt to open it, only to find that you had locked it. “Y/N, let me in. Please.”

You finally managed to get the damn dress of and tossed it in the corner of the room, then collapsed on the floor.

“I’m kicking the door down.” You heard him say, then after a moment of quiet, the door burst open.

The door was splintered where he kicked by the knob, and before it could swing open and hit the wall, Pietro was at your side.

His hands wrapped themselves around you, his fingertips brushed the skin of your back.

“No!” You shouted, covering your stomach up the best you could with your hands. “Look away! Get out!”

“You are my girlfriend, what is the big deal?”

The big deal? Honestly? “GET OUT!”

He jumped up to his feet and narrowed his eyes to you on the floor. “What the hell is your problem, Y/N? This morning everything was fine, but suddenly you can’t even seem to crack a smile!”

“Just say it already, damn it!” You growled. “Say you hate me! Say you hate me as much as I hate myself!”

The hot, vibrating atmosphere suddenly froze in silence. Pietro slowly tried to brush his fingers along your cheek, but you pushed his soft touch away.

“Say that you hate how I look.” You whispered. “Say you hate my weight. Please .”

You wanted him to just tell you the truth, the one that you were almost certain he had been thinking for all the months you had been dating.

“How you look? Your weight?” He said slowly, trying to piece the seemingly random outbursts together. “You think that you are…fat, or something?”

You said nothing, confirming it.

Pietro crouched down next to you, looking you directly in the eye. “I am going to tell you something, and I want you to listen to every word: You are not skinny. I am not going to lie and tell you that you are, I am being truthful. But being skinny doesn’t make you beautiful, and having more weight on you doesn’t make you ugly. Your smile, your kisses, your mind and words— <b> that <b> is what makes you beautiful. I don’t care if you are as skinny as a twig, or if you have curves and a larger stomach. As long as you are healthy and yourself, I love you just the same.”

Your tears had stopped falling somewhere during his speech, and somehow your fingers and come up and held his cheek softly, making sure that he was indeed real.

“Pietro…” You whispered.

“Now, come on.” He said, zooming over to where you had thrown the dress and then placing it in your shaking hands. “I want to show the world my gorgeous girlfriend.”

You pet the surface of the fabric, looking at it carefully. “It is a very beautiful dress…”

“It would be so much more beautiful with you in it, my love.”

((Sorry it was short!))

Joe Sugg imagine || Teased Part: 3 ||

Part I: Joe Sugg : Teased. 

Part II: Joe Sugg : Teased Part: II.

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“How exactly did you manage to organise so many people, so quickly in a fucking city you aren’t even from?” You were looking at Tyler who had spent the majority of the night texting and planning.

“Shit, I’m just fucking amazing.” He said as he looked up from his phone, making a horn tooting motion. “And I still have time to toot my own horn.” He smiled adoringly whilst you rolled your eyes. “I can see that.” You pointed out.

“We have everybody – that isn’t away, we have; Caspar, We have; Jim and Tanya – though Jim doesn’t drink he’s still hilarious as shit! Zoe, Alfie, Marcus, Niomi, so many people girl. Oli – who I’ve never met but that boy is fucking cute.” Tyler swooned. “Louise my Queen, Dan and Phil are away, sadly and Jack and Finn haven’t replied to me – but there’s still hope.” Tyler listed.

“…Tyler.” You stared at him, as he put his phone down on the desk, it was well into the late afternoon now. “What?” He spun leaning back in the desk chair to look at you on the edge of the bed. “What about Joe?” You continued to hold a stare with him.

“Oh… Honey.” He sat up in the chair, with a sympathetic expression as your heart dropped a little, he kept looking at you in silence before he cracked a grin. “Just kidding! He’s one of the first people I asked, of course he’s coming!” He started to laugh. “The look on your face oh it was pure heart break.” He shook his head.

“Bastard, why would you do that to me?” You asked seriously going to stand up, Tyler grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap in the desk chair, his arms wrapped around yours and he spun around a little. “Because I love to torment my bestest friend in the whole wide world!” He sung as he spun the two of you and you struggled to be free.

“Ugh – stop.” You muttered, a motion sickness feeling set in as he slowed his spinning and let you go, you stood up and held onto the desk nearly falling over. “I don’t understand you, you can handle the most alcohol I’ve ever seen someone be able to consume but a little spinning puts you out.” He laughed at you.

“Shut up.” You sighed. “I’m just teasing you, come on just think about tonight and how awesome it’s going to be.” He smiled Devilishly.

“Tyler,” you started, “I love you, like really love you – obviously, but, please, please, please don’t try to force things to happen between Joe and I tonight.” You had your hands pressed together begging him. “I know you and I know you’ll try your hardest to make something happen. But if it does, I want it to be just because it does… Not because you were working your magic.”

“(Y/N).” Tyler said, which was weird because usually he called you, some kind of pet-name, girl, pumpkin, sweetie, dear… You name it Tyler had called you it. “I promise,” he put his hand on his heart, “that I wont do a thing, promise, promise, promise.” He added a few more times and he smiled.

“Thanks, babe.” You lent over, putting your hands on the desk chair, you kissed his cheek…

“What do you think?” You came out of the washroom and did a small twirl feeling Tylers eyes falling onto you. (Feel free to change the outfit.) You’d gotten dressed in black tights with a violet plaid skirt that stopped above your knee and a short sleeve white button down shirt in which you complimented with a loosely tied tie.

“Very school girl… It’s hot.” Tyler nodded approvingly. “Not too slutty?” You looked in the full length mirror on the wall, your hands on your hips. “I didn’t undo the buttons because I want to appear to have some class.” You admitted.

“Appear to.” Tyler snickered and you shot him a look. “I mean, no – honestly it’s great. The point of tonight is to get smashed internationally.” He reminded you.

… Inside of the club you had been introduced to everyone you hadn’t met and everyone was dressed for a night of clubbing, Caspar and Joe were no where to be seen… “how long are you here for? I think we need a girls shopping day.” Zoe asked you as Louise, Tanya and Niomi agreed with her. “Next Friday.” You thought about only having less than a week left in England and it saddened you a bit.

“Oh yeah, we definitely need to go before that – maybe Tuesday?” Niomi suggested.

“Works for me.” Tanya nodded as did Zoe and Louise and they all looked in your direction. “Works for me, too.” You added taking a sip of your drink. “Yay! Girls day!” Zoe said putting up her glass as the rest of you laughed, putting yours up to meets hers.

“So, we saw Joes vlog yesterday.” Louise was looking at you before taking a sip of her drink from her straw and you reddened in the face a bit. “Yeah, we did.” Niomi laughed. “Super fucking adorable.” Louise admitted. “Thank you?” You said a bit awkwardly as Zoe was standing beside you, “really, it was.” Zoe smiled at you.

You sipped your drink quickly and Tanya laughed, “we’re making her uncomfortable.” She giggled a little. “Oh, sorry.” Louise admitted and you shrugged a little, “it’s fine.” You assured. “You know what fixes everything?” Niomi looked up from her phone and you all looked at her, “SHOTS!” She called making a gesture to the bar…

… You’d knocked back your third shot with the girls before it was just Louise and you, “again?” She asked you and you nodded. “Bring ‘er.” Louise turned to look at the other three who were still standing with you, “I like her.” Her voice was getting louder the more she drank. You finished your fourth shot of your hard alcohol of choice and you heard a familiar beat of music before Tyler half squealed, jumping up. “GIRL! OUR JAM!” He called and you bolted to the middle of the floor with him as 'Low’ by Flo Rida started and you started dancing close with Tyler and you two could move, you prided yourself on it once in a while.

As the 'low-low-low’ chorus hit, you moved lower and lower until you were at the floor with the music and moved back to stand up, “work it,” Tyler was laughing drunk already as you both danced. When the second low-low-low hit you were halfway down when you looked up and you froze almost falling on your ass seeing Joe and Caspar standing with your friends watching you.

You stood up quickly and looked down feeling embarrassed.

“Don’t stop on our account.” You heard Joe call a bright smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes like he’d been pre-drinking before arriving. “I lost my grove.” You muttered trying to find it again but you became self-conscience but thankfully the song was coming to an end and Tyler looked ready to pass out.

“Nice moves.” Joe complimented you as you moved from the floor back to the sidelines. “I… Uh, thanks.” You muttered nervously. “Why are you nervous?” Joe asked looking over you, he had definitely pre-gamed before coming to the club.

“You caught me off guard.” You admitted honestly and he laughed. “So? You can move, I’m impressed.” He said, still grinning. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt and a blue denim jacket. “It’s a gift, I guess.” You laughed wishing the alcohol was more kicked in. “I like it – I’d like to see more.” He admitted with a wink and your heart fluttered. “I don’t think…” You trailed off, rubbing your arm a little bit. “Oh, I’ll get you back on the dance floor eventually.” He promised and you laughed. “Oh, okay.” You rolled your eyes a little.

“I’m glad I got to see you again so soon.” He added and you smiled, “Me too.” You felt bubbly happiness.

“Can I buy us a drink?” He asked and you nodded…

… The night wore into the morning and Joe had gotten you back on the dance floor several times during the night, everyone had gotten very drunk and it was a really amazing night until last call came and Jim started organising people into Ubers and sending them off to where they needed to go.

Leaving the floor with Joe as the last song finished, his arm was around your waist as yours was around his, the tie you had been wearing was now around his forehead keeping his hair puffed up from his eyes.

It was at this point everything was a little blurred and you knew you were drunk, you’d lost Tyler but you climbed into an Uber with Joe and ended up back at your hotel.

In the elevator, Joe had kissed you and it turned into a heavy make-out session that continued against the wall of the floor your room was on, his hand was sliding up under your top before you both broke apart, laughing a little as you walked to your room, opening the door you both almost fell into it and he pressed you against the door while it closed resuming the intense kiss his hand finding itself back up your top as you pushed his jacket off his shoulders to the floor… … …

Just me at my most comfortable giving this a third try……

[full body shot of a girl with dark brown shoulder length hair with bangs. She has a blue arm tattoo and is wearing a pink dress that fastens at the shoulders and leaves the arms exposed. She’s also sitting and leaning to the side, looking downwards]