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Flood (Haechan x Reader)

Rating: PG

(A/N) Ayyyy baby gals and baby guys ;^) ya girl ry ry here is back with THE FLUFFIEST HAECHAN I COULD POSSIBLY MUSTER. LISTEN. I love him so much, he is my son, my beautiful, golden, shining, angel vocals, talented absolutely stunning son. APPRECIATE HIM. And I hope you like this! c:

Originally posted by nctinfo

You don’t know how it turned out like this, Mother Nature was a mysterious woman. One moment it was a lovely spring day and you were hanging out with your best friend and enjoying each other’s company. Then suddenly it was apparently monsoon season and a flash flood warning scrolled along the top of the television monitor when you scrambled inside.

Your shoulders sagged, feeling annoyed as you turned over to your friend, “Now what?”

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You’re something special ♡ Grayson

Request: ‘‘Heeyy your ims are so deep🌊 I don’t even know how to call em in other interpretation. BTW can I have a G im where he watches her every action imagining how badly he want her to be his girl, and in one day he just tell her all the things he want (And pls don’t forget about kisses u describes em soo f👑 amazing)‘‘

Response: Thank u lovely! That’s so sweet ^.^ Okay guys, so this imagine is honestly one of my favorites I’ve written, I think, (hope that doesn’t sound cocky lol) but yeah, I think this one turned out pretty okay :) so let me know what you think xx

Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

Graysons POV

My eyes almost hurt when I look at her. She is so beautiful. She looks like an angel, and she doesn’t even have to try. It may sound cliché, but I admire everything about her. Since I saw her I can’t stop thinking about her. She is so gentle, the way she talks and the way she treats people… I wish I could tell her all these things, but I don’t want to her to think that I’m a desperate stalker, trying to get attention from girls.

It’s a normal day of school and I’m sitting in class. When the bell finally rings, I look at my phone and see that it’s almost three o’clock. Normally around this time on Friday Y/N is in the library, looking for books she can read in the weekend. Or just books to help her studying. Don’t even ask me how I know this, because it’s actually embarrassing. I grab by bag, leave the classroom and rush into the library.

I silently open the door of the library. It’s almost empty. Of course, it was Friday. Not many people went to the library at school when it was almost weekend. I walk through the library that is stuffed with bookcases, peeking my head around every corner to see if she’s here.

And when I see her my heart skips a beat. She’s sitting at a table with a few books around her, reading one of them with the tip of her pen in her mouth and her hair up in a bun. I quickly grab a random book and walk to the table where she’s sitting. I sit down and open the book, glancing down at her. She looks up and her beautiful red lips curl into a sweet smile. It only last like two seconds, but it felt like an eternity. I smile back, probably looking really goofy.

When she starts reading her book again I try to look as if I’m reading mine too, but my eyes keep flickering back to her. She looked incredibly pretty today and smelled so nice. Even from where I was sitting I could smell her perfume; vanilla with a touch of something sweet, maybe flowers. She didn’t wear a lot of make up; just a bit of mascara and something on her lips.

Her eyebrows were full and her cheeks were a bit chubby, but I actually thought that that was really cute. And even if she did wore a lot of makeup I’d still adore her. She could even throw on a garbage bag and still look gorgeous.

I look at her rosy cheeks and the freckles on her nose and wonder how her skin would feel like. Probably very soft. And her eyes… they were so friendly and had the most beautiful colour. I could stare into them forever. I wanted to touch her and wrap my arms around her with her head resting on my chest. I wanted to make her feel safe and loved.

I lick my lips at the thought of how her naked body would feel pressed to mine. But not even in a sexual way; we could just lay together, feeling calm and at peace. I would love hearing her heartbeat and her warm breath against my neck. I casually stroke a hand through my hair when I feel my cheeks burning. If she could only read my mind… I just couldn’t stop thinking about her, I wanted her to be mine so bad.

Your POV

You couldn’t believe that Grayson Dolan, your crush since freshman year, was sitting in front of you. You always thought he had been a cute guy, but you knew he didn’t read and you found it odd that he was in the library. Sitting in front of you. On a Friday afternoon. With his book upside down. God, he was so adorable. The book he was holding looked so small compared to his large hands. He had such beautiful hands. You wondered how they’d feel holding yours.

‘Enjoying your book?’ you ask with a little smile, while you catch him looking at you. He blinks and immediately looks back into his book. ‘Me? Eh yeah, it’s pretty good,’ he chuckles nervously. ‘It’s upside down, you know?’ you giggle and turn a page in the book you had been reading. His cheeks turn even more red than they already were and he turns the book around, so that he could actually read the thing. A few minutes pass and you feel him looking at you. Whenever you look back at him, he quickly looks away.

After about half an hour you’re done with your studying and as bad as you wanted to stay in the library with this beautiful human being, you really had to go home. You grab your stuff and stand up from your chair. Hesitantly you put your bag around your shoulder, not knowing if you should say goodbye or not. Why not? you thought. ‘Bye, Grayson,’ you say and walk towards the exit of the library. Grayson quickly stands up too.

‘Wait,’ he says and before you know it he grabs your hand and stops you from walking. You look at your hand holding his. It looked so tiny compared to his hand. He lets go of you, looking a little embarrassed. ‘Yeah?’ you encourage him, looking up. ‘I know that we don’t talk that much, which is why I completely understand if you say no, but I think you’re a really nice girl and I was wondering if… if you would maybe want to go on a date sometime? Are you free tonight?’ he asks with a sweet voice.

You inner self starts screaming, but you remain to stay calm. Was this a dream?! ‘Yes… Of course,’ you answer, shrugging your shoulders. You never really had plans for the weekend, except if you counted watching Netflix with a bag of Doritos. He looks relieved and smirks. ‘Nice! Should I pick you up tonight? At seven?’ ‘Sounds great,’ you say happily.               


The date had been perfect so far. He had picked you up at your house and brought you to a chic – but not too chic – restaurant. The food tasted amazing and the whole atmosphere was just so lovely. There were candles burning on the table and the interior was very cute. There was even a live band playing in the background.

You guys got to know each other better and just talked about everything and anything that crossed your minds. It actually felt like you had known each other your whole life, which was a very nice feeling. After dinner you went to go to the cinema. With his hand on your thigh he looked at you during the entire movie. And when you looked back at him you expected him to kiss you, but he didn’t.


He stops the car in front of your house, steps out and walks to the other side of the car to open the door for you. He sure was a true gentleman. You take his outstretched hand and together you walk to the door of your house. You turn around so you faced him, and realise you were actually standing really close.

‘Thank you for tonight,’ you whisper. He smiles and strokes a hair out of your face. ‘Thank you. I had a very nice evening. Maybe we could do it again some time?’ ‘I would love that,’ you say, almost drowning in his brown, husky eyes. ‘I should probably go… Thank you, again. Have a nice weekend, Y/N,’ Grayson says. But you don’t let go of his hand.

‘You could come in for a minute, if you want. My parents aren’t home, so…’ you say, trying to look innocent. ‘Yeah, sure,’ Grayson says, his eyes growing a little wider. You open the door and walk to the living room, with Graysons hand still holding yours.

You sit down on the couch, with Grayson next to you. Again, his face was just a few inches away from yours. You could see his little moustache hairs and smell his minty breath and cologne. It sent shivers down your spine. Slowly he leans closer to you, until his nose is touching yours. And when you think he’s about to kiss you, he pulls back. You stare at him, a little confused. Did you do something wrong?

‘Y/N, I want to say something to you…’ he says, looking down at his shoes. ‘Yeah?’ you say, placing a hand on his thigh. He looks back at you, with the cutest smile on his face. ‘It will probably sound very cheesy, but… I am so happy that I met you, honestly. This evening was just perfect. At least for me it was perfect. I like everything about you, every little thing, and I think you were meant for me,’ Grayson says. Your heart flutters at his words and a big smile appears on your face. ‘Grayson…’ you start, but he stops you. ‘Wait, let me finish this, before I forget what I want to say,’ he chuckles.

‘All I can think about lately is how much I want to kiss you. You’re the only one I want. I love your laugh and I love the way you make me laugh. I want to be the constant in your life, if you let me… you’re something special,’ he says while he cups your face with his large hands. ‘Oh Grayson,’ you whisper while your smile grows bigger. ‘That’s so sweet. I – I’ but he interrupts your stutters by gently pressing his warms lips against yours.

He opens your mouth and slides his tongue between your lips. You let him dominate you however he wants. You gasp for air as his hands slowly trail down your body, from your back to your waist and then to your thighs. You close your eyes while his kisses are getting deeper and rougher and he starts kissing your jawline and neck.

You dig your nails into his scalp, trying to contain the pleasure. His fluffy hair strokes against your cheek while he pleases you. He tenderly starts sucking your neck and you feel him smirking while he listens to your soft moans. After a minute or so you slowly start pushing him away, before it got too intense.

You wanted to take things slowly, since this was your first date with Grayson. You never even kissed on a first date, but oh well, Grayson Dolan was an exception. He pulls back and looks with loving eyes down at you. ‘I can’t wait for the days when I get to kiss you every morning and every night,’ he whispers while he entwines his fingers with yours. You giggle and you couldn’t even describe how perfect this moment was.

DanDan the CatMan

Originally posted by godkangdaniel

A/N: yeah the title is a bit,,,,,questionable but i promise it’s not crack. anyways shout out to @smols-n-tols bc it’s just a bunch of supportive people~

Pairing: Wanna One’s Daniel x Reader

Genre: Fluff and a bit of humor????

Word Count: Roughly 1k

“We live in the same block of flats but haven’t ever talked and Sunday morning we were both doing the walk of shame and had to stand in the lift together”

You went and screwed up again; at least you knew that much. You honestly couldn’t recall much of what happened last night; the last thing you remembered was going to the bar with a couple friends to celebrate the end of a terrible week of work, and the next morning you found yourself naked and in bed with a completely random stranger. As you walked down the familiar street to your apartment, you recounted the events that happened 30 minutes earlier.

“Ugh I have such a headac-” you quickly realized that the room you woke up in was not your own. Your eyes widened when you looked down to realize your lack of clothing, and a scream almost escaped your throat when you saw the man sleeping next to you. “Goddamnit, Y/N, you screwed up again didn’t you?” You crept slowly out of the bed and collected your clothes strewn across the floor. After changing into the clothes from the night before and assessing the damage to your neck, there was a lot, you scribbled a small note on a sticky note and stuck it onto the guy’s forehead.

You were lucky that it was still quite early in the morning, so there wasn’t anyone who could see you in your current state. You imagined the horror if you had awoken an hour later and enacted the walk of shame then; the neighbourhood aunts would’ve had a field day judging you on your trek home. It didn’t matter now, you entered your apartment building and stepped onto the elevator. You leaned against the wall and closed your eyes for a brief moment, amusing yourself with the thought of a warm shower when you got home. However, the sound of another foot stepping onto the elevator caused your eyes to shoot open. His eyes caught yours as both of you realized who the other was and why they were in the elevator so early in the morning. You could easily tell from the crumpled clothes, messy hair, and the abundant number of purple bruises marring his neck that he was currently on the walk of shame too. He smiled bashfully under your scrutiny and covered his neck with his hands. You racked your brain trying to remember his name. He was the one in the apartment two down from you with the obnoxiously loud roommate and the two cats, but your mind kept on pulling up blank. “David? Danny? DanDan?” you thought to yourself as the two of you stood in the elevator in awkward silence. Not being able to stand it anymore, you opened your mouth and blurted out, “How are your cats?” You have never seen anyone smile so brightly so quickly. “Peter and Rooney? They’re doing great, teared up Seungwoo’s favorite pillow, but they’re well behaved. How’d you know I had cats?” You really didn’t want to break it to him that one of his cats escaped into the hallway and left a dead mouse in front of your door, so you did the next reasonable thing, “You’re covered in cat hairs, but there’s two different colors, so I just assumed.” He hummed at your statement, “Yeah, they both shed quite a lot,” a pause, “Do you want to see videos of them?” Right as he opened his phone, the elevator dinged. “Oh, maybe you can show me the video next time?” you said before getting off the elevator and hurrying into your apartment.

A week had passed and you found yourself redoing your adventures from last week. However, this Sunday morning, you found yourself in the bedroom of your fellow coworker. “Curse company dinners with open bars,” you grumbled to yourself as you shoved on your pants. Not wanting to deal with explaining to Minhyun from accounting exactly why you were half naked in his bedroom, you hurried your dressing and left his home without a trace.

“Oh, so here’s a video of Peter climbing onto the kitchen counter,” Daniel said the moment you stepped onto the elevator. You noted his lack of mess and prayed he did not notice your current state. He leaned against the wall of the elevator next to you, “So Peter saw that I put her treat down on the cou-” You stopped him, “She? I thought your cat’s name was Peter?” He scratched the back of his neck, “Well, I named her Peter after Peter Parker because she liked climbing things so much, but I found out afterwards Peter was a female. Same thing with Rooney too; Rooney’s a girl, but she’s named after a male soccer player.” You could only stare at him blankly, “Um, okay.” The focus returned back to the video of his cat, which turned to videos of his cats until the elevator dinged, “Uh, thanks for showing me your cats. Bye Daniel!”

Another week has passed, but this time instead of waking up in someone else’s bed, you woke up in yours. However, out of curiosity, you found yourself putting on your shoes and heading towards your apartment building’s elevator. As you were waiting for it to reach your floor, the sound of a door opening caught your attention. “No Seungwoo, I am not cuddling with you this morning because, yes, there is a cute girl that will be in that elevator 15 minutes from now and if I don’t get on the elevator now and prep exactly what I’m going to say to her, I might just die. And no, I do not need you to wingman because last time you tried to, you told everyone how emotionally attached I was to my cats.” Daniel closed his door and turned around to see you standing at the end of the hallway in front of the elevator. He cursed to himself as he jogged up to you, “Uh, hey Y/N, you didn’t hear any of that did you?” You could only giggle before reaching up to fix his bedhead, “I did, and don’t worry, I think it’s cute how much you love your cats.” His eyes lit up at your statement, and he quickly grabbed your hand, “Okay then, let’s go get coffee right now, my treat,” and the two of you entered the elevator.

Seungwoo watched the entire exchange from his doorway and shook his head solemnly. “You know, I thought we had something Daniel, a true bro™ bond. But it’s okay right, Rooney?” he turned towards the cat, “I’ll always have you, you’ll never lea- oH MY GOD STOP TEARING UP MY PILLOW!”

Scars - Carl x Reader

Well, this is longer than I intended…oops. When I pasted it in the indenting got messed up, sorry.

Request?: No
Summary: Carl struggles after he loses his eye and the reader makes him see (pun intended😉) that he is still the same person she and the others love.
Characters: Reader, Rick Grimes & Carl Grimes
POV: Third Person
Length: 2,230
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Strong language, talk of sexual actions & mild violence.

The morning sky was ironically bright blue and inviting. The warm rays of the sun beating down on the wrinkled sheets from outside the window. Intertwined and fast asleep the residents looked blissfully at peace. Neither one showed a sign of distress on their face, but a thick layer of gauze on the boys head. As the birds outside the house sang out a sweet tune a man walked in the room. Gentling shaking the girl awake he gave a raspy whisper,
“It’s time to change the bandage. We don’t want his wound to get infected.” The girl nodded, sitting up and rubbing her hand down the ride of her face. Tears began to well in her eyes and she sighed, looking down at the boy, whispering,
“He wouldn’t even look at me.” The man put a hand on her shoulder,
“I know, but he’s strong. He will fight this. I know it.” The girl began to weep violently, but without a sound. Shaking her head side to side she looked up at the man,
“B-but h-h-he didn’t deserve thi-is. This isn’t th-the w-ay it’s supposed t-to be.” Her chest heaved another gut wrenching cry. The man sat beside her and once again comforted her,
“Y/N, he’s gonna be just fine, don’t worry. We just need to make things as easy as possible until he gets used to it.” His voice began to quaver and at that point he could barely hold back the tears, “Just give him a-all the l-ove he deserves.” The girl nodded and wiping her tears and the man stood up. “I’m going t-to find his f-favorite comics for when he wakes u-up.” Before the man closed the door to the room the girl spoke quietly,
“He deserves the whole world and all we have for him is a comic book and a missing eye.” Upon that the man felt a hot, wet tear drip down his face and a hard pang in his heart. He closed the door to the room and walked off to find his sons collection of comics, leaving the girl to wake up the broken boy.
Back in the room the girl gripped her wrist, holding it closed to her body, looking down at the rug with glazy eyes. She was so worried about the boy that she could hardly breathe. He was still lying still, the trauma of his pain keeping his body in a constant state of healing. He was laying on his side, facing the light coming through the window with his wisps of his hair all over his face and the pillow. The girl got up, walked around the bed and kneeled in front of his face. She smiled at the peaceful look of innocence and beauty his features held. Remembering all the fun times they had together. Days they’d sneak off into the woods and just hold each other, listening to the sweet soundtrack of the rustling trees. Laughing and singing with everyone, forgetting for one moment the kind of world they lived in. Staring up at the midnight sky and creating a story for each of their loved ones as a constellation. She felt tears well in her eyes once again and she reached up to cup his face, rubbing her thumb in a soothing circular motion on his cheekbone. Reaching up as more tears fell she kissed the tip of his nose lightly and then moved her lips down to his, encapturing them for just a second. Pulling away she grieved at the stillness of his lips against her own. The man walked back in the room holding a medical supply kit and thin comic book in hand. He saw the girl and gave her a hard look,
“Y/N. Y/N, it’s time to wake him up. He’s not gonna like it, but it’s what he needs.” The girl plastered a melancholy smile on her face and tapped the boy on the shoulder. She rubbed his back whispering,
“Wake up, we need to change your bandage. Please, it will get infected.” The girl continued to shake him and the man walked over to place the supplies on the table right of the bed. With a groan the boy opened his eye lazily.
“Hey.” The girl whispered with a sweet smile. The boy turned away with a hard look his face and quickly swung his legs up over the side of the bed. The man spoke clearly,
“Carl, it’s time to change–”
“I know.” He was cut off by his son whom was already storming into the bathroom with the supplies in hand. With a slam of the door the girl jumped and immediately ran over, but was stopped by the man,
“Look, just let him do it himself. He needs time, it’s only been a few days. We need to let him settle down.” The girl was taken aback by his defeated look. In all the time she knew this man he had never once looked this beat down and depressed.
“But, what if he needs help. What if he does it wrong and it gets infected.” She looked at him with a sickening face of fear and devastation. “We don’t have the supplies for that. Carl would die.” Seeing the terror in her eyes he reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders,
“It’s gonna be okay. He just doesn’t want anyone to see it so when he goes to sleep I’ll come in here and check it. He’s just too goddamn stubborn to ask for help and too stupid to realize that his father could never look at him like a monster. Everyday will get better though, he’ll come around.” He exhumed with a comforting twang in his southern accent. The girl relaxed a bit and she went over to make the bed.
“Why don’t you stay here until he gets out and call me when he does, okay? I’m going to go check on everyone at the wall. There is a herd up the road so they’re watching for stragglers.” The man said heading towards the door.
“Okay, I’ll tell him you wanted to see him.” She said.
“Please don’t. I don’t want to push him too much.” She nodded and gave him a sad smile,
“Bye, Rick.” The man left the room.
Impatient, the girl tipped-toed up to the door, cracking it open about an inch, just to see in. There he was, angrily gripping the countertop, glaring at himself like he was the most disgusting creature to ever walk the earth. He picked up the supply kit and chucked it into the wall, making the girl jump in surprise. He punched the wall and just when the girl thought he was going to put a hole in it he slumped into the wall and sobbed. At that, the girl couldn’t control herself and rushed in to comfort him, not bearing to see the boy she loved in such intense agony. He turned around to see her and covered his face,
“Get away, don’t look at me!” Distraught she stood her ground,
“Get the fuck out. Now, before you see my face.”
“Why? Carl, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t see my boyfriend.”
“Because I look like a fucking beast. I look like one of those fucking monsters out there.” He screamed, pointing outside. She gave him an angry look.
“You do not look like beast. You are the most han–” He quickly cut her off.
“Y/N, I’m fucking missing half of my fucking face. No one in their right mind wants to be with a guy who’s missing half of his fucking face and you know that. So you can cut this bull-shit right now and walk out that door right now because I don’t want your fucking pity. I don’t need you to sit around acting like you care, like you want to be around because I know you don’t. And you know what, it’s okay because you don’t deserve to have to look at me every day of your life. You deserve a boyfriend who can actually protect you, one who can fucking see out of his god-damn fucking face.” She could now feel tears streaming down her face and she reached out to turn him towards her and push his hands away from his face.
“Baby, stop. Stop talking like that. Please, you’re killing me–” He screamed,
“Then fucking get out!” She snapped,
“WOULD YOU JUST STOP! Stop talking about yourself that way, please. I love you. I don’t care if you have twenty eyes or one. I fell in love with the way you’re so protective over your sister, the way you’re always putting everyone else before yourself. I fell in love with your bravery and perseverance, your respectful nature. I fell in love with your sweet smile, your laugh when I do something stupid, the way my name rolls beautifully off your lips. I fell in love with the way you love your family and the sacrifices you have made for them. When we first met I fell in love with you. With the strong guy who loves his family unconditionally and is willing to do anything for them. Now if you can explain to me how losing your eye affects all of that I will gladly leave, but since you can’t I’m staying here. I know you think that this will make me hate you, but if anything it makes me love you more, because now I know how truly strong you are to have suffered through all of this. And I know you think you have to protect me, but I’m okay, we both are. We’re alive and I love you. I did before the accident, I do now and I always will, forever. I’m not going away that easy, I guess you could say I’m like a nasty scar. I will always be here, just like this one.” She pointed to his wound. The boy was shocked and once again slumped against the wall in defeat.
“You don’t mean that. I know–” He was interrupted by her as she walked over and kneeled between his two legs.
“Carl, I don’t know what to say anymore, except that I’m not giving up on us because of this. I love you too much to let you go. If not for you, for me. Please. Just let me love you.” She started to tear up again and upon seeing her so distraught he removed his hands from his face and put them on her own. With this she looked up at his face.

“Now you know why I didn’t want you to see. It’s hideous and it’s ruined me forever.” She stroked his cheek and placed a kiss just below the wound on his cheek.
“It’s beautiful, just like you. It’s a representation of who you are. Your strength, your intelligence, your sacrifice, your love. It’s part of you, so I love it. I love you.” Upon seeing the irrevocable, passionate love in her eyes, he finally believed her words.
“I love you, too. You mean so much to me. I-If you left me I wouldn’t be able to do it anymore. I wouldn’t be able to wake up in the morning and walk the earth without you. You are one of the only beautiful things about this world and I don’t know who I would be today without you. Y/N I’m the single luckiest guy alive to have met the most amazing, gorgeous girl on the planet. I’m so lucky to be in love with you.” She blinked tears out of her eyes and gave him a pure, loving smile. He laughed and returned it kissing her gently, trying to keep his open wound from touching anything.
“You know. You will always be the hottest guy I know. You might even be sexier now. She said biting her lip. He smirked,
“And why is that?”
“Because I read that when people lose their vision their nervous system becomes more sensitive. So, that means more touching to find things and explore new surroundings.” She looked at him up through her long eyelashes,
“And I have a few places I’d like you to touch.” He chuckled.
“Is that so?” She licked her bottom lip,
“Mmhmm.” He smirked again,
“Well, why don’t we do some exploring right now?” The two stood up, kissing feverishly they started towards the door, when he remembered that he still hadn’t put on the new bandage.
“Wait. I need a new bandage.” She pulled away from and reached down by his feet to pick up the medical supply kit that had ricocheted off the wall. As she brushed up against him he made a groaning sound.
“Let’s just make this fast because you rubbing up against me isn’t my favorite thing without follow up.” She giggled and reached up to kiss him one more time before cleaning the wound and wrapping the bandage around his head.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. Forever and always.” The girl giggled,
“You are so cheesy.”
“So are you, Y/N.” He responded. The girl gave him a bright smile,
“I guess we both are.” They clutched each other, enjoying the loving embrace until the girl pulled back,
“Oh yeah, your dad brought you ‘Super Man vs. The Amazing Spider Man if you want to read it.” He chuckled,
“Nah, I’ve read it thousands of times. I rather be with you.“

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Come Back Home

Originally posted by seungcheofine

Genre: not angst but like sad? (ex. break up), fluff

Featuring: Seungcheol

A/N: so going back and watching episodes of seventeen tv and seeing pre-debut seungcheol had me feeling some type of way, and it inspired me to write this

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photo-phocus  asked:

omg i just read the one unpopular opinion thingie about wanting malec to hold hands and i am so obsessed with that idea. Like for them that is so much trust in each other. magnus cant uses his magic without using his hands and alec cant fire a bow with only one hand. like they are putting so much trust in one another and the universe to keep them save long enough to hold hands. I have probably over thought this too much but i just love the idea of them holding hands

Okay…. I haven’t looked at this from that angle but holy shit…. I am dead now. Thanks for killing me, pumpkin!

PSA admins can do whatever the FUCK they want in their own rp! if they wanna kick someone out because they’re making them uncomfortable they CAN and they don’t owe an explanation to any damn one because it’s their rp!!!! they also reserve the right to decline applications, say no when people want them to change something about their rp, etc. admins can be both nice AND be in control of their rp (shocking, right?). ppl need to stop getting so butthurt when an admin actually sets boundaries and rules! like i know everyone has been so babied lately in the rp world and admins are always like “i don’t rly like that but… if you really want to i guess…” like FUCK no – there are rules and regulations and admins have things a certain way and if you don’t like it then just find another one! i hate how admins feel like they have to give in to each and every person just to have a “good reputation” fuckin stand ur ground you bad ass babes !!!! also i wanna start a petition to bring back app rps for fuckin good bc when people actually sat down and put thought & love into their application because they really wanted a role things were so much better. like appless is bomb ok i join em too but i promise people who actually spend hours on an app (i know for a FACT bc i have) will not give up that role very quickly and i promise they’ll be way more dedicated then someone who applied without even reading the plot or anything just bc the fc they wanted was open and they wanted to get it asap ok bye

Fire Fox - Chapter 7 (Eric X OC)

Rating: M (violence/swearing/smut:p)

Notes/Warnings: Upcoming Trigger Warnings (Fox’s past isn’t sunshine and flowers)

Genre: Drama/Angst

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Eric reached in and turned on the shower; while they waited for it to warm up, he turned Fox towards the mirror and stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. For a long moment, they just looked at their reflection. They looked like the very definition of the perfect Dauntless couple; Eric tall, muscular and masculine; Fox smaller, feminine but still powerful. Reluctantly it seemed, Eric tore his gaze away and gently pulled Fox into the shower.

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When the day met the Night - Part Two, Chapter Sixteen

I couldn’t wait to share the next chapter so here you go, enjoy!

Trigger warning- don’t flip at me please!

A few days had passed. I hadn’t made any plans to leave yet, I thought about it all the time, but couldn’t make a firm decision just yet. I stood at the counter early one morning, looking out the window, with a cup of tea in my hand. Jared appeared at the door and walked in, giving me a small smile. He came over to grab a tea cup from the cupboard next to where I was standing. As he passed by me he leaned in, “morning” he said softly giving me a light kiss on the lips. “Hi” I said with a sigh, he stepped back to see my reaction. I gave him a small smile, my heart picking up a beat, hammering in my chest. My phone started ringing, breaking the moment, I smiled as I picked it up seeing the name that had appeared. “Hello darling!” said a cheery voice. My old friend and one time co-star Tom. “Hi there stranger” I said grinning. “God it’s great to hear your voice, it’s been ages” he said wistfully. “I know, it has” I said echoing his sentiment. “Well you’d never believe it but I’m in LA, got here this morning for a meeting and I’m heading off to New York tomorrow, but I’d really love to meet you for a drink?” he asked hopefully. “Oh gosh really, tonight?” I said biting my lip, I glanced over at Jared. He was concentrating a little too hard on his phone, and from the look of his frown, he was listening carefully to my conversation. “Come on love, it’s been too long” said Tom. “Um, okay sure” I said, Jared glanced up now. We arranged the time and place and hung off. “Who was that?” he asked attempting to sound casual. “You remember Tom? He’s in town, only for tonight so I’m meeting him for dinner, is that okay?” I said. He nodded, “Of course, it’ll be nice for you to catch with someone from home” he said with a smile. “Thanks” I answered smiling back. He nodded and went back to his tea.

I stood in the mirror looking at my reflection. The black dress I had on was slightly tight, so it showed off my curves and the bump. I ran my hands over it smiling to myself. I was attempting to do up the zip but couldn’t quite manage to get it up. “Do you want me to help?” Jared appeared at the door. I nodded, “yes please” I said exasperated. He walked over and motioned for me to turn around, slowly pulling the zip up. His hands ran down my arms turning me back around to face him. “You look beautiful” he said. “Thank you” I said flushing under his gaze. We stood there staring at one another for a moment. Tentatively he brought one hand up to cup my cheek, the other hand slipped into my hair as he leant forward pressing his lips to mine, our kisses soft, gentle as though we were savoring the feeling of finally reconnecting. As our kisses became firmer, more urgent, I felt his tongue slip into my mouth finding mine, I quietly moaned and slipped my hands into his hair. He finally broke the kiss, murmuring against my lips, “I’ve missed you baby”. I nodded breathlessly, “I’ve …. I’ve missed you too” I said shakily. He was about to continue the kiss, when we heard the intercom. “That’s my car” I said almost disappointed. He sighed trying to hide his frustration, he took his hands away looking down at me. “Will you be late?” he asked lightly. “I don’t think so” I said, reluctantly moving away and making my way down stairs towards the door, “have a nice time” he said following me. I grabbed my keys and as I turned back, he leaned in pressing his lips to mine once more. I stepped back slowly, “bye Jared” I said almost breathlessly, “bye baby” he smiled, that sensual smile, the one that made my stomach clench and my heart beat faster. As I sat in the car I thought about the kiss and how much I missed him. Not only physically, but I’d missed talking with him, sharing my feelings. Laughing and joking. I hated this limbo we were living in. Maybe he was telling the truth, maybe I’d judged him too harshly. Perhaps I needed to just put it behind us and give him my blind trust. He’d never given me any reason to doubt him before. I got out my phone and quickly typed out a text - will you wait up for me? - almost immediately a response came, - of course I will - I smiled to myself, a warmth blossoming in my chest. I sent back a X and got XX quickly in response. I quickly pushed the thoughts away as we pulled up. As I walked through the restaurant I saw some patrons subtly take out their phones and start snapping photos of me. I ignored them, I was well used to it now. I finally spotted Tom, he jumped up greeting me with a tight hug and a kiss. “Harper, look at you, you gorgeous thing, I must say being pregnant suits you” he said laughing. “Well thank you, you’re good for my ego Tom” I said and smiled as we sat down. We ordered dinner and the conversation flowed as we caught up on each others lives. “You know Harper, I’ll always regret not meeting you before the shoot started, before you went to Italy” he said with a wistful smile. “Why is that?” I said curiously, “I might have had a chance with you, I would have met you before Jared” he said grinning, I started laughing. “Tom, that’s very sweet” I said grinning as well, “and very true” he added, he moved slightly closer to me, “I’m always around Harper, remember that won’t you?”. “Well, thank you” I murmured suddenly blushing. I decided we needed a subject change and to my relief, he was thrilled to talk about his new project. At around 10.00 I started to feel tired and anxious to get home. I decided it was time to call it a night. Tom and I walked out together, chatting as we waited. As my car pulled up and waited we said our goodbyes. I was surprised when he murmured into my ear “take care of yourself and remember what I said Harper” he put his arms around pulling me close and kissing my cheek. I hugged him back and then pulled away to hurry into the car. I mulled over his words, wondering what might have happened if I’d met him first, if I’d never gone out with Jared. How different would my life be right now. I shook my head, no matter what happened, I’d never regret Jared never. I looked out the window and suddenly noticed that this wasn’t the way back home. The driver was going a completely different way. “Excuse me, I think you might be going the wrong way” I called out to him. “No this is the right way” he said in a gravelly voice. “No, I’m in the hills” I said, a small frisson of panic setting in at the sound of his voice. “This is the right way” he repeated, “but I’m sure …” I started to say as he pulled up to the traffic lights. He turned to look at me and I watched as he reached over to the passenger seat and realized with horror that he was holding a gun, “we’re going the right way, for where you need to be, now pass over your phone and shut up” he said calmly. I quickly grabbed my phone out of my clutch and passed it to him with shaking hands. “Don’t try anything, no screams or hand signals, I can see everything” he warned. He turned back as the lights went green and took off again. My panic had turned to full blown fear, my heart started pounding and tears threatened. What was happening and where the hell was he taking me?? About ten minutes later we pulled up in front of an apartment building, he got out of the car and came over opening my door. “Don’t try and run or scream, I’m warning you” he muttered in a menacing voice. I nodded quickly and moved to get out of the car. I was scared, the tears that had been threatening, started to fall down my cheeks. The driver didn’t notice or was ignoring me as we rode up the elevator. We got out into the fifth floor and walked down the hall, stopping in front of an apartment. He put the key in and unlocked it, real terror set in, “please, please don’t hurt me” I whispered quietly, he ignored my pleas grabbing my arm and pushed me in, tears streaming down my face. As soon as we got inside, he let go and I heard him call out gruffly, “I’m back and I’ve got her”. Shit, I thought, there’s more people, I feared for my life now, knowing there was no possible escape.

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To be alone with him. (part 1)

Hey folks!

Welcome to my second fanfiction. This time, I wrote about Jai. It’s pure fluff from start to end. Yes, it’s also sappy, but I think sometimes we all need something like this. There’s also teeny-tiny bits of smut in it, so if you don’t like that or you’re not old enough: see you later!

This is a two-part installment, because it turned out much longer than expected, and the second part will follow soon.

Because English is not my first language, this text might disappear one day for further grammar and spelling tests, but will be posted again.

A big thanks again to my beloved @pathybo, who always encourage me to write, you’re the best!😘

So, without further explanation, let’s get rolling!

At this day I met Jai at the Canteen. We’ve had been on a few dates occasionally and always had a lot of fun. With a big smile plastered on his face, he strolled over to me. “Hey, (Y/N)! How are you doing?” He hugged me and gives me a little peck on my cheek. I smiled “very good, thank you! And you?” “Can’t complain. It’s good to see you, ‘cause I’ve got a question: John Williamson is giving a Concert at Henley Parc, and I was wondering if you want to join me and a few friends?” I looked at him and thought about it. If you’re out with the other one’s friends, you might become the odd one out, and I wouldn’t want that. On the other hand, I liked to be with him and of course, John Williamson live! “I’d love to!” His Eyes sparkled with excitement “Great! I pick you up at 8 ok?” I nodded, said goodbye and headed back to my workshop.

Saturday came three days later. The Weather was great and it would be a warm evening, so I decided to wear a knee-length summer dress and Roman sandals. I didn’t wear makeup, as usual.

5 minutes later, my doorbell rings. I pressed the opener and soon I heard Jai’s heavy footsteps on my stairs. I waited for him at the door. He looked really good: khaki shorts, a blue button-down Shirt, and gray Sneakers. When he saw me, his eyes went big. „ Wow, you look stunning!“ Jai had never seen me in a Dress, on our last Dates I’ve worn just Shirt and Jeans. “ Thanks, so do you” I answered. He took my Hand “Come on, let’s go!” What was that? Over the last few weeks we’ve become really close, but that was a new one, and I couldn’t deny that liked it!

In front of my house, I stopped dead in my tracks. There was no car, but an old Motorcycle! I looked at Jai “Is that yours?” He nodded proudly “Yeah, I brought it when I got my first paycheck. I hope you don’t mind, but we will be much faster with it” I shook my head “No, not at all, but I hope you’ve got a second helmet, ‘cause I ain’t own one!” He smiled and took another one out of a sidebag. “Prepared as always!”

Jai swung himself on the bike and I set Download behind him. When he noticed that I don’t know where to put my hands, he took them and laid them around his waist. Instinctively I pressed myself to him, which caused Jai to inhale sharply. I smiled at it.

15 Minutes later we arrived at Henley Parc. It was already crowded. Jai parked the bike and we headed to the entrance. When he saw his friends, he put his hands on the small of my back and guided me to them. Two Boys, Jason and Marc, and a Girl named Janine were waiting for us near the Stage. Jai hugged them all and introduced me. I instantly connected with them, which made me really happy.

We brought ourselves something to drink and went further into the Parc. The atmosphere was incredible and went even better as Mr. Williamson entered the Stage. We had a ton of fun, sway to “home among the Gumtrees”, cheered with “A number on my back” and rocked at “Diggers of the Anzac”. My sorrows to be the odd one out were void, Jai was at my side and his friends involved me in their talks all the time! Janine seems genuinely happy that she wasn’t the only Girl anymore. “You know, Jai can’t get you out of his head” she suddenly told me, while the Boys gets us another drink. I looked at her amazed. “But I’m surely not the first girl he’s on a date with” She shooked her head, smiling “No, of course not, but you’re the first *normal* one. All the other women seemed to be out of place with us, they don’t enjoy things like this. They’re all Model-typed girls with their heads and noses up in the air.” I swallowed, with Models, I couldn’t compete. When she saw my Mood-change, Janine instantly knew what I was thinking. “Hey, that’s not what I intend. I know Jai for over ten years now, and he never spoke that much and that good about anyone as he did about you!” We couldn’t talk about it any longer because the boys were back with our drinks.

The concert approached his end three hours later. Now it was dark, everything slowed down and bonfires were lit up all over the place. Mr. Williamson just started my favorite Song “Shelter” when Jai stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He drew me to his chest, I laid my head back onto him and he placed a soft kiss on my head. I deeply inhaled the scent of his aftershave and sighted. As stupid as it sounds, but with Jai, I felt at home. Deep inside I wished this moment would never end. Janine saw us standing like this and smiled knowingly to me. I put my Hands above Jai’s and smiled too.

After the concert, we said good-bye to the rest of the bunch and drove back home. Jai led me to my door. “It was a great evening, thank you so much!” I said quietly. He smiled “No, I have to thank you!” Again he dragged me to him “I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun!” I looked up to him and our eyes met. There was something in his eyes, something new. My sight went down to his lips and suddenly I thought about how it would feel to kiss him. As if Jai had read my mind, he laid his index under my chin and lifted my head up so he could look me in the eyes again, like he asked for permission. Before I could say anything he immediately understands and crushed his lips on mine. He kissed me so softly, so tenderly and put his hands on both sides of my face. After what seemed like an eternity we parted. Jai put his forehead to mine and groaned quietly “I wanted to do that since I saw you sitting in front of your workshop” he whispered. I smiled “Do you want to come in?” I asked him but he refused “As much as I wished to, but we have to get up early tomorrow. And if I join you now, I swear we wouldn’t get much sleep. I see you tomorrow!” Again he kissed me lightly.

I was in my workshop and sorted screws to my toolbox when I heard a quiet knock on my door. Absentmindedly I called the person in without looking at it. Suddenly a pair of Hands touched my shoulders and started to massage them. At the same time, someone kissed my neck lovingly. A pleasant shiver runs down my spine. “Did you know how sexy you are, even in workwear?” the person whispered to my ear. I smiled and turned around. There was Jai, dressed in full costume. I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Eric, how dare you sneak up on me? What happened if Jai caught you? You know you’ve got a problem then, don’t you?” He smirked “I’m a fearless dauntless leader! I’ll mix him up, tell him to fuck off, and show him that you’re mine and mine alone! He growled possessively, took me in his Arms and kissed me passionately.

We heated up fast. Jai’s hands were roaming all over my body and get rested on my butt. He lifted me up, sets me down on my workbench and positioned himself between my legs. I could feel his arousal instantly. I kissed him back and shoved him away. “Hon, believe me, there is nothing I desire more now than doing this, but we need to stop before things are getting out of hand!” Jai was breathing heavy but nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. Not here, not now” I hopped down the workbench and we just talked for a few minutes till he calmed down and could go back in public.

anonymous asked:

What is your favorite chanyeol hair color and style? Do you have some gifs/ pictures of said style?

I feel like I answer this at least once a month or so (I’ve answered it /here/ previously) BUT I never pass up a chance to use gifs/pictures of Chanyeol so here we go~ ^___^ xo

Warning, this is going to be a bit long. Also I feel the need to express that I do not own any of these gifs/pictures

I’m going to go a bit more in depth than usual because I’m using pictures too. So, to start, I love red hair on Chanyeol. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

Like, honestly. If he styled his hair in the ugliest way possible but dyed it red, I would still love it.

Red. Just red. 

But I do have a soft spot for whatever you’d call the color that he had for Exo Next Door.

Brown? Red? Brown-red? Red-brown? I don’t know. But I liked it.

Also orange. Bless the orange.

He looked like a giant baby pumpkin.

As for style… anything where it’s out of his face is my favorite.

Because I think it makes him look mature & adorable at the same time.

Like, just… ugh. Yas.

But I do also love when it’s all fluffy. 


/Chanyeol, put your tongue away. I’m trying to talk about your hair. -___-/

Also long-haired Chanyeol is one of my top 3 favorites. Especially when it’s in the monytail thing.

Seriously. Monytail. 

& then any combo of the things I’ve mentioned. Red & up.

Long & orange

Brown-red & fluffy.


Lastly, I’d like to give a special shout out to his weird gray hair that he had for Call Me Baby because it was gorgeous~

/yes it is, Chanyeol, yes it is/

Thanksgiving - j.b. imagine

Pairing: Reader x Justin Bieber

Summary: Your family comes over to yours and Justin’s place to celebrate thanksgiving with the two of you. 

Warnings: none, fluff mostly. 


“Y/n! What if your parents don’t like me?” Justin whined. 

“Trust me Justin, they’ll love you! You’re a good guy, there’s nothing you have to worry about.” I reassured him. 

Justin has been stressing this day since November has started. He always worried about my parents not liking him or he says something inappropriate or edgy around the dinner table. I always had to tell him, he would be fine. Which he was! The pies were baking in the oven and Justin and I were watching the parade on tv. 

“We should go there one year.” I suggested. 

“The one in New York is better.” He replied. 

“Well then, we should go to the one in NYC next year.” I continued, “Maybe you won’t worry about my parents not liking you.” 

“Shut up.” He scoffed, “You’re such an ass.” I laughed at his change in demeanor. Justin will always be a little baby—not that it’s a bad thing. I don’t mind it, sometimes. I got up from the couch and checked on the pies in the oven. They were looking good so far. My parents and other family were bringing their own dishes so, I thought it’d be best to bake something. It’s the least I could do. 

They were going to start arriving around five, so that gave us about 3 hours to ourselves. I put my y/h/c hair up into a ponytail, not really caring how it looked. I rested my hands on my hips and sighed. This was going to be a long day.

“Y/n!” Justin called to me. I walked out of the kitchen to see what he wanted.

“What?” I questioned, showing some annoyance. 

“I don’t know what to wear! What if I dress too preppy?” He asked. 

“Justin, you’re going to give yourself a heart attack if you keep this up. Just chill out. We’ll find you something to wear.” I said, “You’ve never met someone else’s parents before?” 

“I have but, not for thanksgiving! I haven’t had a girl around to take me to their parents.” He replied. 

“We have three hours babe, you’ll be fine.” I said, leaving the room. I was going to have a heart attack if he kept on bothering me. I never understood what was so bad about meeting your significant other’s parents. Justin, I could understand but, in general. I shook my head of my thoughts and sat on the chair, seated by the island. 

I took my phone out of my pocket and decided to call my parents. 

“Oh hello honey! How are you?”

“Great. Justin and I are super excited to see you guys!”

“Oh really? We can’t wait to meet him! Hopefully he’s better than your old boyfriend.”

“Mom. Stop. Don’t bring him into this. Justin’s a great guy, trust me. He’s a keeper.”

“Hope so. Well, we will be seeing you in a few hours. We love you so much y/n!”

“Love you too. Bye!”

Parents these days. Always bring up your ex’s. I locked my phone and put it back in my pocket. I ran my hands through my hair and messed around with my hair ends. I needed to get these trimmed. I got up from my seat and bumped into Justin on the way up. 

“What are you doing!” I yelled, caught off guard.

“I couldn’t help but listen. Your folks seem alright.” He said.

“They sure are.” I said, “Anyways, why don’t we go figure out what you’re going to wear?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” He smirked.

 He followed behind me as we went up the stairs to our room. We went into his closet and began looking through stuff. “Now. Before we start deciding what you’re going to wear let’s get something straight. You don’t need to dress preppy because my parents know how you are already. You can wear a nice shirt with nice jeans. No rips, no nothing.” I said, “Got it?”

“Don’t dress preppy, just look nice.” He repeated, “Got it.”

“Good! Now let’s find something for you to wear.” I exclaimed, beginning to go through his endless wardrobe of clothes. We finally came across something both him and I could agree on. 

“Okay, everybody this is my boyfriend Justin. Be nice to him.” I joked. I sent Justin a look, meaning for him to get up and introduce himself. 

He got up from his seat and began talking. “O-okay. Um, hello. I’m J-Justin. And it’s nice to meet y-you all.” He stuttered. I mentally faced palmed myself but, hey! At least he stuck to our plan. 

“Nice to meet you sweetheart. Y/n, you didn’t tell how handsome he was in person.” My mom said. 

“Oh my goodness mom. Dad’s right there, you know!” I laughed.

“Ooh, I’m sure he doesn’t care. Justin, you’re from Canada if I heard that correct, right?” My mom continued. 

“Born and raised ma'am.” He replied, sounding more confident. There’s the Justin I know. 

“That’s so nice!” She smiled, “Maybe next thanksgiving we can meet your parents! I’d love to see the people who created you into the young man you are!”

“Of course.” He smiled back at her, “Y/n just needs to let me know.” 

The rest of the night went smoothly and as planned. I looked about and everyone was having a good time, even Justin. I smiled to myself taking everything in. You just gotta love the holidays with family.

Soon, little by little, some of the family left. My parents were the last to go. “Y/n, you better tell us about when Justin’s parents invite us over for thanksgiving.” My mom said to me. 

“His thanksgiving is different from ours. But, I’ll let you know.” I rested my hand on her shoulder. My father and her engulfed me in a hug and planted a wet kiss on my cheek.

“And I could never forget about the man of the hour. Come and give your in-laws a good ol’ hug!” She focused her attention on Justin. Oh brother. I watched as he gave her a hug and he was ready to let go but, not her. She kissed him multiple times on each cheek. 

I had to put an end to this before she starts fully making out with him. “Alright mom. I think he’s had enough.” I joked, prying her off of him. 

“Oh, silly me! I got carried away!” She laughed, “We’ll meet again soon Mr. Bieber.” Justin nodded his head and scratched the back of his neck. I bid my parents farewell and watched as they pulled out the driveway to leave. I gave one last wave before they drove off. I closed the door and turned around to face Justin.

“See? It wasn’t even that bad.” I said. 

“You were right. But, your mom gives insane kisses.” He laughed. I let out a slight chuckle and rolled my eyes. 

This was a good thanksgiving.

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In Which I Endorse A Product

My whole life I had always had perfect skin. I rarely had acne and when I did, it was just one small colorless pimple that was almost completely invisible.

When I was 15, I was put on the birth control pill to help control my incredibly painful cramps. I stayed on the pills, in various forms, until January of 2013. I decided to go off the pill because they were having other side effects in my ph balance that I wasn’t willing to live with anymore.

Within months of going off the pill, my face exploded. With cystic acne on my forehead, and something that looked like a huge red rash across my cheeks. Sometimes the red rash would include big red bumps. But when I used acne medication on it, it would get worse and itch, and burn.

Pretty obvious I had developed Rosacea, and I had to come to terms with the fact that it was permanent. But I could never find a product that would completely cover the redness. Friends and co-workers always thought I looked super tired or sunburned.

Until a co-worker who worked at Ulta suggested It Cosmetics Bye Bye Redness:

It comes in one color and it looks dark, it also looks dark when you put it on but it quickly blends into your own skin tone. I would say that it might be too dark for someone who is extremely pale (I’m pretty fair, but it still looks fine). I love it because it’s a liquid foundation instead of a weird green or yellow colored cream that never actually looks right.

This stuff seriously makes me feel so much better about myself. Even though I have to put it on every day, sometimes I just wear it alone without putting my Bareminerals on top, and it still looks fine. It completely erases my severe redness, smooths the big angry bumps, and I honestly believe that it soothes and treats the Rosacea also, because when I take it off at night sometimes the bumps have gone down.

Here’s 2 befores:

Here’s the after:

I haven’t retouched any of these. I am standing under a fluorescent bright kitchen light.

This shit works. Ladies, if you have rosacea, BUY IT.

I love you It Cosmetics.

Seokjin Scenario: Love Blooms (Part 2: Beginnings)

Request: Excuje me~ If you dont mind, can you do a soulmate au for jin or any member~?

Genre: Soulmate!AU, (some fluff later :3)

Part 1

The air was just too awkward and stuffy from the humidity. Had you been indoors you would have opened a window or something– but no, you were sitting outside in the stifling heat on a park bench, and sitting on the other end of that bench was your soulmate.

He had bombarded you with questions in the tattoo shop from the moment he laid eyes on your shoulder. Apparently he had searched every tattoo joint in town for days just to find someone who recognized the pink camellia blossoms that had suddenly appeared on his upper arm. His excitement was clear– he’d finally found his soulmate, and he wasn’t going to let you slip away.

But you, who had been so taken aback to find him, after all this time, and in a way so unconventional and sudden, didn’t want him to make a scene. So you quickly left the tattoo shop with him and dragged him down the street to the local park, where you had been sitting for however long in near complete silence.

“You said your name was… Seokjin?”

He nodded. “And you’re Y/N?”

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ruruka: has trust issues, worries about being betrayed, problematic af, super bitchy towards a highly loved character, kills one of her friends because she’s scared, terrified of dying, regrets a lot of what she’s done, wants to fix what she’s done, really self loathing, etc.
people: what a fucking cunt i hate candy slut i’m glad she’s gone
munakata: has trust issues, worries about being betrayed, problematic af, super bitchy towards a highly loved character, kills one of his friends because he’s scared, terrified of dying, regrets a lot of what he’s done, wants to fix what he’s done, really self loathing, etc.

Day Four Hundred Sixty Three.

Too much went wrong
Not enough went right
But I’m doing my best
And try as I might
I can’t shake the feeling
That a fresh start is best
I’m finally ready
To put this year to rest

anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons about Arthur or Ashara Dayne?

I don’t think about Ashara very much tbh so I don’t have many headcanons for her:

  • Ashara met Elia some years before Elia was betrothed, and the two were fast friends (and possibly even occasional lovers)
  • Ashara was the one who spent every day Elia was bedridden at her friend’s side
  • Ashara never liked Rhaegar, but she hated him after he crowned Lyanna as the QoLaB
  • Probably planned to keep her pregnancy a secret but Arthur was the one who had her sent back to Starfall
  • Ashara’s heartbreak came in three parts: first, the death of her child; second, the death of Elia and her children; third, le morte d’Arthur (i couldn’t help myself, sorry).
  • Ashara was never in love with Brandon, Barristan only thinks she was. Brandon was handsome and down to fuck and that’s the end of that.
  • She never reached out to Brandon to support her or the child and she did not see her honor as blemished
  • Ashara was def the Cool Aunt to Elia’s kids
  • Her and Arthur probably fought a lot over the dumb or unintentionally cruel shit Rhaegar did, with Ashara on Elia’s side and Arthur on Rhaegar’s
  • The two still rly loved each other tho and looked out for each other

(i guess i have more ashara headcanons than I thought lol)

As for Arthur, my white knight:

  • Was probably hot in like, a subtle, rugged, “man crush” way, which is why men (AKA Jaime) are so obsessed with him
  • I mean sure he was a great warrior and all that but LBR, Jaime had to quickly whisper “no homo” under his breath every time he complimented Arthur on being Awesome ™
  • Didn’t believe in Rhaegar’s prophecy, but he believed in Rhaegar
  • He was exceedingly polite
  • Also super charismatic, seeing as the smallfolk trusted him enough to stop protecting the Kingswood Brotherhood
  • Felt a kinship w/ Elia out of respect for her uncle (who I like to believe he squired under) as well as the fact that they were both Dornish
  • Really REALLY wanted to punch Rhaegar in the jaw more than once but resorted to just Putting His Foot Down and giving him a piece of his mind
  • Opened doors for ladies on the regular
  • Questioned his faith in Rhaegar many, many times while in the ToJ
  • Humored Lyanna by crossing training swords with her
  • Saw what Rhaegar was doing to Lyanna as something fundamentally wrong, but when it was far too late
  • Wanted to return Lyanna to her brother without a fight, but was unable to break his solemn vow
  • (this one is a little self-indulgent BUT what if Lyanna begged him to spare her brother and he let himself lose on purpose? bye)
  • Probably thought about how much better he would have treated Elia or Lyanna if he were Rhaegar
  • Still genuinely and deeply loved Rhaegar, would have died for him in a heartbeat, and in a way, he did
  • Founded the knights of the round table

with this edit partly to blame, this song feels so much like something that would play at a big youtube gathering only to seep through the grimy bathroom walls where two slightly-buzzed southern boys press too closely against each other and put their hands where they shouldn’t be and make out for reasons they don’t really know or understand.

the beat rumbles through the ground and urges them on. in the less warbled parts of their brains, however, they know they’re tormenting themselves with the meaningless flirting, this incoherent intimacy. there’s no point to any of it, nothing worth acknowledging out loud, but they can’t help how good it feels while in the moment. they can’t help but let all these feelings throw everything off. it’s a hazy, muddled relationship. it’s strange. and they just don’t care.