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Misfits Prologue

Summary: An introduction into your college life, including your room mates and your crush which you really shouldn’t have

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (ALTERNATE UNIVERSE)

Word Count: 1,679

Warnings: none, really

Notes: This is a demo fic, I’m not quite sure if I’ll continue it or not. This is a rushed prologue, but I hope you like it! This series won’t have much angst, sorry!

Originally posted by kamgm419

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Sometimes life didn’t work out the way you wanted it to. Sometimes it worked exactly how you wanted it to. This was one of those times, and you aren’t exactly sure how you lucked out. Or how you are still lucky.

Then:

Your name is Y/N Y/L/N, a graphic design student in your junior, fourth, year of University. You spend your time doing both online and actual painted commissions, finishing assignments and binge watching Netflix. You’re not the most social person, an obvious introvert. You are quite the contrast to your room mates though.

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Daddy issues

What happens when you can’t pay for your 5 doughnuts and one hot chocolate order, because you forgot your wallet at home? You find yourself a sugar daddy. Or that’s what happened to a grumpy Min Yoongi.

Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter four | Chapter five

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Jeon JungKook | ft. Kim NamJoon

Word count: 4977

Warnings: Maybe swearing and future smut

A/N: Another fic that was originally posted on AO3. I plan on finishing it over here because I really love the idea and in all honesty, I think it’s my favorite that I’ve written. Also in here JungKook is older than Yoongi. Hope you’ll enjoy!

“One hot chocolate. Three doughnuts. One chocolate pretzel…hmmm…and…huh…you know, make it 5 chocolate and cherry doughnuts…” Yoongi said to the cashier dressed in a rumpled bright green uniform with a mustard yellow shirt underneath. She had a small name tag attached with a safety pin that said “Mindy”. He felt kind of bad for her, but at the same time he didn’t have much time to meditate over the thought, because guilt was creeping into his mind, thinking about what he just bought.

“Crap! I’ll regret this later…for sure I’ll end up a closet with four doors…shit! I don’t fucking care for now, actually. This is for later!” he said to himself, trying to avoid the unavoidable confrontation with the cold truth. He was binge eating. Again.

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Late Night Shopping - Calum Hood

A/N: Here please don’t hate me *throws this at you and leaves crying softly*

You’re walking through the supermarket trying not to see anyone you know. At 11:30pm on a Thursday evening this is usually not difficult. However being caught in your worn, hole ridden pants and one of Calum’s band shirts, massacra and eye-liner smudged all underneath your eyes giving the effect of a panda isn’t something you were keen for.

You’d had a terrible day. Firstly you’d had early classes of your least favourite courses. Then worked for six hours of your usual shift, seemingly it was grumpy peoples’ day out and you were obviously not notified. You’d been given added overtime without notice because your coworker hadn’t turned up for her shift and despite the money being good you just weren’t in the mood. Finally you’d gotten home to a dark and silent house. A cruel reminder that your boyfriend was on tour with his band and wouldn’t be home for another two months. You’d had a small mental breakdown that had resulted in your mascara smudges and t-shirt thieving. Having settled down a little from your breakdown by now you were ducking into the grocery store to grab a bottle of champagne and a tub of ice-cream to console yourself. Unhealthy coping mechanisms but you frankly didn’t care at 11:30 pm.

You had parked somewhat away from the actual shopping centre despite the multitude of spare spaces; you just didn’t want to be right up close to everyone else. As you headed into the store you grabbed a basket and meandered towards the alcohol section splurging on some reasonable champagne. As a teenager vodka had never been a favourite of yours but you’d become a champagne snob after visiting the boys on their European leg of the last tour. It was something you’d not been able to let go ever since.

You grabbed the champagne before you could reassess your life and headed for the ice-cream aisle wandering down the chocolate asile on your way just to tempt yourself some more. A way to make the trip last a little longer not wanting to go home to an empty house.

You’re halfway down the chocolate aisle when running feet startle you as they round the corner and continue on pounding towards you, halting briefly the tall blur reaches a long arm around you to grab something off the shelf in front of you. ‘Sorry!’ The deep voice says hurriedly. You startle for a second time grabbing the tall blur, that has become a tall yet visible man now, by his arm. 'Luke what the actual fuck!’ You exclaim convinced you’re dreaming. 'Y/N!’ He responds just as startled as you are, you’re not sure why he’s so startled to see you considering you in fact live in this town and he is supposed to be in another state entirely. Luke squeezes you into a massive hug nonetheless, rattling the champagne against the basket and pushing all the air out of you. 'Woah I’ve missed you so much and so has your boyfriend that’s why I have to be quick getting this, I told him I couldn’t wait I needed some chocolate so,’ he kisses your head in a loving big brotherly fashion despite being two years younger than you, 'I’ve gotta go I’ll catch you some time!’ He pulls away as you roll your tired eyes. 'Luke!’ You say half amused half annoyed. 'Yeah?’ He turns jogging on the stained linoleum. 'Do me a massive favour please.’ You speed walk over not wanting to run to him should the champagne begin clunking against the plastic carry basket again. 'Pay for this and a tub of ice-cream and bring them back to the bus I’ll meet you there.’ You fish out two twenty dollar notes from your pocket pushing them into his hand. 'Get your chocolate too and keep the change.’ You give him a quick hug and thrust the basket at him. He rightens himself, beginning to protest the amount you’ve given him as you take off running through the store towards the car park around the back, the most inconspicuous spot to have a massive tour bus. You race down the aisles earning dirty looks from shoppers and employees alike not that you care in the slightest. Despite being dead tired and emotionally spent you sprint on through the doors and burst into the night air, fresh and cool. Your legs are tired by this stage, purely due to lack of sleep and extreme fatigue from your busy day, but you refuse to slow down.

Rounding the corner of the big concrete building that is the shop you let out a little squeal of joy. As you suspect the bus is parked inconspicuously behind the store, lights on inside engine running still, clearly expecting a quick stop. You race across the car park dodging the parked cars, there is no traffic due to the late hour luckily for you. You’re too excited to be salty Calum didn’t tell you he was coming. You don’t even care if it’s only for a day, you’re ecstatic to see your closest friend and boyfriend.

You pound once on the door and it opens automatically, the waiting for it to open wide enough for you to slip in causing you to jog lightly on the step.

'About fucking time Luke, that’s 10 whole minutes with Y/N I’m missing out on for your cravings!’ Calum grumbles from the lounge not looking up from his phone, the fact that this upsets him makes you smile a little, pleased your boyfriend is as excited to see you as you are to see him. He stands leaning against the back lounge wall next to the window.

You rush to him, smothering him in a hug so fierce he drops his phone, which thankfully lands safely on the wrap around lounge. 'Y/N!’ He responds with arms that engulf your shoulders as he buries his head in your neck. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as he pushes his face closer to your neck, stubbled chin resting millimetres below your ear. You rock from foot to foot still embracing him, much too excited to stand still. 'What are you doing I was going to surprise you!’ He says with a laugh breaking barely a foot apart at the torso, hips still flush against you arms sliding down to your waist hands resting gently on your hip bones. 'I was getting a few essentials that I have since persuaded Luke to grab for me. When I saw him race down the chocolate aisle I almost died of shock. I cannot believe you’re here!’ You reach up brushing a hand across his cheek with a feather light touch. 'I’ve missed you so much and your timing is impeccable! I really missed you today.’ You explain quietly cuddling back into Calum, determined to get in as many hugs as you can before he returns to the tour. 'Aww don’t you miss me everyday? Not just sometimes!’ He laughs faking offense. 'Don’t be silly you know I miss you all the time today just was a particularly terrible day in general and being with my boyfriend would have made it a lot more pleasant. But shocked as you may be I actually miss you most when it’s beautiful outside when I walk in the park, or when something great happens. Your my best friend as well as my boyfriend.’ You say into his chest somewhat shyly. He wraps you tighter in his strong arms. 'Same, Y/N same, I’ve missed you so much and I’m not here for long but I couldn’t not have the time with you.’ He says placing a gentle kiss on your head.

'Alright we get it but you can go home now before you make us all sick. Take your shit and get out. We’ll pick you up in a week.’ Michael says making shoving motions with his hands. Ashton laughs and pats Calum on the back. 'Go on mate.’ Ashton then rubs your back gently 'good to see you Y/N, take care of him and I’ll come pick him up when the breaks over, sorry it’s only short.’ He says sympathetically. You smile up at the curly-haired drummer, 'thanks Ash, it’s good to see you too.’ You briefly break away from Calum to give Ashton a warm hug. Embracing him you you close your eyes and smile contently, you’ve missed being with your little family almost as much as you’ve missed Calum.

Your smile morphs into a wicked grin, letting go of Ashton you march deeper into the bus. 'Your turn! I haven’t seen you in such a long time you have no say in the matter Clifford!’ You throws your arms around Michael as Ashton and Calum share amused laughs. You do a little dance as he pulls you into his flannel-clad chest. 'I’ve missed you all, even you Mikey!’ You joke but look up at him to make sure he knows you really have missed them all. He laughs loudly, 'we’ve missed you too, Calum particularly, the bus is pretty small mate, we can hear you.’ He winks at your blushing boyfriend. 'Be nice.’ You scold squeezing your arms tightly around his middle. 'And give me my girlfriend back.’ Calum pouts. You laugh letting go of Michael you walk back to Calum, sliding an arm around his waist. 'Come on let’s get your stuff and chase Luke down for mine then we can go home.’ You say excitement at the idea of a week with your boyfriend at home. He nods enthusiastically placing an arm around your shoulders gently he picks up his bag and presses the button to open the door. You call goodbyes as you walk towards a much calmer Luke, the tiredness that touring causes is showing on all the boys and Luke, despite his bubbly nature is no exception. He hands you your shopping and you give him a gentle hug as a thank you. 'Thanks Luke, take care of yourself, have a good rest.’ You say worried about how much of a toll this touring takes on them all. He nods and you walk off in seperate directions. Calum’s hand is nestled in yours as you walk to the car, having parked so far away from the few cars in the car park does have advantages and being able to reacquaint yourself with your boyfriend after so long in reasonable privacy is one of them. Although you’re both exhausted kissing in your car like teenagers before driving home and sharing a shower and then falling asleep I each other’s arms is an exhilarating idea. Now every time you go to a a supermarket you wish you did see someone you knew.

(Natasha x reader) Secrets

Request:  “Can I please have a Natasha Romanoff one shot? Something fun, fluffy, humorous with a little bit of badassery and kindness/whole lotta love from the reader that impresses and totally makes Nat swoon/fall in love with them even more? Would love to include a display of affection in front of the team that is initiated by Nat to not only show the reader that she is now ready for the team to know but also a kind of ‘announcement’ of the relationship too? If that makes any sense! Love your work! Xx”  @labyrinth-of-thoughts

A/N: Okay so this can be a part two to another one shot I did which can be read here but it can also be its own thing. I also tried to add all the elements you listed but I kinda got on a roll and I didn’t want to add too much so it wouldn’t feel forced, so I hope you like it!

Words: 2,010

Warnings: minor swearing


“Y/N! Wake up!” Natasha’s silent but tense voice woke you up from a peaceful sleep. You were hugging the soft pillow on your bed and you were still groggy and tired, trying to register what was going on.

“Y/N, it’s eleven thirty!” she exclaimed again, shaking you gently and you rolled over to look at her. You blushed a little when you noticed that she was getting dressed, putting on a pair of jeans and wearing a cute lacy black bra.

“Nat…what’s wrong?” you muttered, rubbing your eyes and sitting up a little.

“Y/N! We slept in! They’re going to know something’s wrong!” she said as she put her shirt on and walked over to the bed. You suddenly panicked and sat up quickly, looking around at the scene before you. The two of you were in your room, which was messy as always. Nat was running around, rummaging through the clothes on the floor. The bed sheets were ruffled and you looked at the clock, still rubbing your eyes. You suddenly snapped awake when you realised what time it was.

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choco-seventeen  asked:

karlee i'm such a doorknob that i haven't followed you yet WHOOPS TIME 2 CHANGE THAT. anyways i'm actually a lil bit obsessed with your writing and if i could get number 32 for junhui that would be gr8. thanks!!

  • ↳ hanahaki  au
  • ◇ pairing: jun | reader
  • ◇ genre: 
  • ◇ word count: 1,398
  • ◇ disclaimer: I do not own the hanahaki disease concept.

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The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes after vomiting wasn’t at all what she had expected, what was once simply Jonquil flowers taunting her they were now covered with blood, as suffering from it was enough it was going to kill her.  She remembered rolling her eyes when one of her friends told her about the disease scoffing that it wasn’t really a thing and that her friend had just skipped a week of school because she felt like it, oh how irony worked. The next week when she realized she was hopelessly in love with her very best friend. She realized it when he was up on stage kissing another girl for a show, it was then that she realized she wanted everything with him. She wanted the hand holding and making out somewhere in the university library, she wanted to wake up next to him after a night of making love, she wanted him and it was fucking terrifying.

She slowly got up from squatting on her knees and made her way to the sink, she eyed her appearance, her once pinned back locks now frazzled with sweat and her once perfected winged liner smudged from the tears that fell. She washed her hands and made sure to leave no trace of flowers anywhere where her best friend could find, she wasn’t going to confess to him, being his friend was simply enough.  She also knew that this was killing her and she was letting it, for getting the surgery to remove them and remove her feelings for the boy outside the bathroom door was unacceptable.

“Are you feeling okay?” She jumped when she was met with his body after shutting the door, she was expecting him to still be sitting on the couch in the living room where their textbooks lay and some random anime play in the background; she should have known he would’ve been outside the locked bathroom door when she stopped laughing at one of his jokes and nearly broke down the door as she lost the contents once settled in her stomach.

“I’m fine Junhui, it was probably a bad batch” she whispered her throat lingered with petals causing a tickle to induce her to coughing. He simply nodded his head and wrapped an arm around her waist.

She couldn’t help but think of telling him right then and there as they cuddled on his couch and cracked more jokes as they studied, if anything she’s read about this was also true wouldn’t she peal of the Band-Aid sooner than allow herself to die? But then if he didn’t like her back wouldn’t she die anyway? She looked up from the crook of his neck and saw him completely enchanted by the movie on the tv, she had forgotten he had even put the movie in. She loved him when he was bare faced, his skin showing the results of wearing stage make-up for the shows he was a part of, she loved how his skin showed off his dedication to being an actor, he was one of the very best on their campus, she was positive he was going to end up going to Hollywood one day and she hoped that she would be there with him. His coffee colored locks parted down the middle, she remembers when he snapped his new color to her when she was in the library with Wonwoo. Their close friend Mingyu had colored and cut it due to Jun’s request and it was then that she decided there was absolutely nothing more ethereal than Wen Junhui.  

She slowly got out of his embrace and cleaned up her trash making sure to return the room how she entered it, completely clean but still with a Junhui touch. She was crashing in his apartment due to her dorm being pre-occupied with lust from her roommate and a willing and completely eager Seungcheol, that same friend who told her about the disease had confessed and her feelings were reciprocated and nothing was going to stop them from proving it to one another. It made her absolutely sick.

She grabbed her keys and made her way back to the sleeping boy and dipped her head to his cheek where she lingered a bit before pecking him goodbye.


The next morning and another night of flowers later they finally met up again, he was with his dance team now and the members adored her.

“You look like shit noona,” Minghao said as he greeted her with a hug

“Wow thanks Minghao you sure do know how to make a girl feel stunning” she retorted as she playfully punched him in the shoulder after they separated.

“In all seriousness what happened? Did you and Jun finally confess to one another and you two had a laugh because of how idiotic this whole thing was?” she was stunned at the sophomore dance majors exclamation as if she forgot how the boys talked, it meant a chance with him but she couldn’t help but assume he was teasing her, knowing very well that she was sick, sick and afraid of unrequited love.


Meanwhile across the studio Jun and Soonyoung watched the two playfully interact, Soonyoung couldn’t help but look at his friend in disappointment.

“You should tell her you know”

“Oh yes, I should say I’m completely and utterly in love with you and I’m fucking terrified you don’t feel the same!”

“What’s wrong with confessing?”

“Rejection and three years of friendship down the drain”

“You know what’s not worth it?” Soonyoung spoke quietly, startling Jun from the contrast of the conversation beforehand

“What is it?”

“Losing her altogether, Seungcheol texted me earlier during class and said Rose found her kneeled over in the rest room coughing up flowers, she has the disease, she loves someone and doesn’t realize he loves her just as much”

“She could love anyone, she’s close with Jeonghan for all we know it’s him”

“Junhui get your head out of your ass and confess!”

Soonyoung pushed the male towards where she was still talking with Minghao and an eager freshman who went by the name Dino.

“Hao, Chan can I steal her for a minute?” she stopped explaining her disease when he pulled her by her arm, as if she was going to be scolded.

“Listen, Hosh said something and I need to know okay so don’t lie to me” she simply nodded, her head down as if she were counting the scratches that littered the wooden floor.

“Are you spitting up bloodied flowers?”

“Who told you” her voice was now small, she wrapped her arms around her body as if she were now naked in front of him, she suddenly felt insecure, yes she was puking up her feelings but he didn’t need to know about it, she was taking care of it well she was.

“I am”

“Why?”

“Junhui don’t bullshit me you know why” she responded finally looking up from the ground and looking straight into his gorgeous honey eyes. His eyes were painted with so much concern and a look she couldn’t decipher.

“Tell me a secret”

I’m in love with you and I’m terrified, I’m terrified you don’t love me back and I’m going to die by the power of Jonquil flowers taunting me and tearing me apart”

“What if I told you I loved you back? I loved you just as much and I’m also terrified I’m going to lose you?”

“You do?”

“I’ve loved you since the first day of class, you walked in with a know it all attitude and you had the guts to talk back to me when I assumed I had it all figured out, how could I not love you”

He was suddenly closer now, she noted how his body was nearly pressing up against hers, his leg between her thighs, If she were to kiss him now she could. His lips were up against her ear and if she turned just slightly she could meet him halfway.

As if he read her mind he wrapped a strong arm around her waist and pulled her to his welcoming lips.

“I love you I love you I love you”

Stand Out

Marinette remembers getting the idea, getting caught up in her anger at Chloe’s selfishness. But now as she stood backstage waiting, she suddenly had second thoughts…

Maybe this was a bad idea? 

Adrienette month is coming to a close, and you know who has been absolutely KILLING IT!?!?! yeah, you know who I’m talking about!! @yunyin has consistently posted the most amazing and gorgeous fanart this month every freak-fracking day!! AND JUST WOW!!! it’s definitely been the highlight of my month!! so thanks to @adrinettemonth​ and yunyin for being awesome ^^ 

THAT BEING SAIIIDDDD… its coming up to our favourite onion artist’s birthday sooon!!!!!! and as an early bday present for yunyin here’s a short drabble to show my appreciation, it falls under day 8th’s prompt, disney AU and is based on this post by yunyin 

**whispers** ***audreys birthday is on March 7… consider sending her all your thanks and well wishes and gifts galore!!!***

(ao3 link)

Marinette peeked out from the rich red expanse of the stage curtain, taking in the entire school sitting down in the auditorium for the annual end of school assembly. Her hands shook, listening, but not really hearing the drone of Principal Damocles as he stood behind the center podium. His words became a mere muffled background rumble, soundtracking Marinette’s unease as her eyes roved over the audience.

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cloudzupthere  asked:

have you ever experienced a smudge from a multi liner that you couldn't fix. I did, and cried for 3 hours. I was almost done with the drawing too.

definitely at some point, i try my best to fix it with a white gel pen if it ever happens

I never posted this here! 

So like, my friend Jaidy and I are kinda obsessed with this musical, Razia’s Shadow.

And the official studio recording has Brendon Urie in it and his character is like this leader of like this dark and demonic kind of place and I just can’t get the image of Brendon Urie dressed in like a black general’s uniform with black eye liner smudged all over his eyes out my head. I’m so in love with this musical. I wanted to try something art nouveau-ish.

This is my first time writing Malec. I’m not an intense Malec shipper, so I don’t really know where this came from. I’m not that confident we’ll get a cute, soft boyfriends, bed scene between them in the next episode so I figured I’d write one preemptively. I may go in and edit this at some point as I ran out of steam towards the end. Even so, hope you enjoy!


Magnus lay with his head propped up on his fist as he watched a slumbering Alec in the small, flickering glow of the candles on his bedside table. It had been hours since Alec had backed him into his room, his eyes smouldering in a way Magnus had never quite seen them before. Now those eyes lay closed, his dark lashes a contrast against his olive skin. He was beautiful. Magnus had seen many beautiful things, many beautiful people but none of them quite captured the word like the boy before him. Alexander. His Alexander.

Magnus had never known anyone else with such quiet strength. He was fierce but reserved. Nothing he did was overt or for show. Alec could take down a demon in the blink of an eye and with not a second thought, yet there was this layer of innocence. It was easy to forget about it when you looked at his outer shell but sometimes Alec wore that innocence and vulnerability on his sleeve. And while it was the part that scared the heck out of Magnus, it was also the part he loved most.

In those times he was reminded just how much younger Alec was, in years and experience, and questioned whether this was right. If they were right together. However, it was also in those times that Magnus realised just how lucky he was to see that side of Alec at all. Vulnerability wasn’t something Shadowhunters often admitted to. How could Magnus ever turn Alec away now that he’d let him in like that? No, it wasn’t possible. So Magnus would remain Alec’s for as long as Alec let him. He hoped it would be a long time and that he would have many nights to lie and watch his love’s angelic features as he slept.

A smile rose on Magnus’ lips for no particular reason other than sheer happiness. Post coital bliss. This was not how he expected the even to pan out but then nothing about Alec had been expected. Magnus took his free hand and tentatively reached out, running his fingertips across Alec’s collarbone. He was shirtless and the thin sheet draped just below Alec’s navel, giving Magnus a perfect view of Alec’s broad chest. His fingers then made a slow journey down the centre of Alec’s chest, the soft furred skin sending sparks up his fingertips.

Alec’s eyes fluttered open, waking to Magnus’ gentle touch. Figures he wouldn’t be a heavy sleeper. A dreamy smile spread upon Alec’s lips as his eyes focused on Magnus. He rolled his shoulders before resting his hand over Magnus’ which still lay against his breastbone. Alec’s thumb brushed over Magnus’ polished nails as he glanced down to their joined hands for a moment.

“Hey,” Magnus said, finally breaking the silence as he too looked at their hands. He was still blown away by the simple intimacy despite the new phase of their relationship they’d entered last night.

“Hi,” Alec replied, his voice still thick with sleep. “Have you been awake long?”

“I didn’t sleep,” Magnus said, his gaze picking up from their hands to rest back on Alec’s face. He really was a sight to behold. “I thought I would replace those memories of watching you while you were unconscious with something a little sweeter.” There was a half smile on Magnus’ lips but Alec found no humour in his eyes. Not knowing whether Alec would ever wake up had been one of the most scary and painful things Magnus had been through in recent times. Not only for his sake. A world without Alexander Lightwood in it just seemed such a darker place for everyone.

A crease formed on Alec’s brow and his hand left atop of Magnus’ to cup his cheek instead. His thumb gently brushed over the smudged eye liner under Magnus’ eye. “Did it work?”

Magnus turned his cheek into Alec’s palm before laying a soft kiss against it. “No. I’ll never forget the moment I thought I had lost you, Alexander, but perhaps that’s for the best. Those memories will make sure I fight all that much harder so it never happens again.”

Alec slid his hand down Magnus’ neck and with a palm on his chest he pushed Magnus over on to his back. Alec moved to loom over Magnus, his hands on either side of Magnus’ head. The muscles in his arms were taut as they held up his bulky frame. There it was, that smoulder. Magnus’ chest rose and fell a little faster as he stared up at Alec, waiting for him to make a move. Any move. Magnus watched as those smouldering eyes travelled down his exposed torso. He felt them like a touch that ignited a path of fire that disappeared beneath the sheet and collected there. The air around them became thick with tension and Magnus was sure there was an audible click of his throat as he swallowed when Alec’s eyes met his once more.

“So uh… last night was something,” Alec said and for a split second uncertainty passed over his handsome features. It seemed ridiculous to Magnus that there would be even a small doubt in Alec’s mind that what they’d shared had been anything less than perfect. Even as Alec hovered over Magnus, all strength and beauty, with chemistry and heat radiating between them, he still wasn’t completely secure in the knowledge that he was enough for Magnus. Or good enough for Magnus.

“It was perfect, Alexander,” Magnus replied, putting extra emphasis on the word perfect. Because that was the only word that truly captured what last night had been. There had been the initial intensity, the slowing down and taking their time. Exploring each other. There had been serious moments and moments where they had laughed and teased each other. Times when Magnus had guided Alec and Alec had benefited from his experience but mostly they just learned each other. It was beautiful and messy and it felt like coming home. But if Magnus had to use one word to describe the first time they made love, that word would be perfect.

For a split second Magnus thought Alec would disagree, or at least say something slightly self deprecating. He might ask Magnus to justify using that word and Magnus could, boy could he, but Alec didn’t. A small, impish half smile rose on his lips instead. “Yeah, it really was,” Alec replied simply.

A moment later Alec leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against Magnus’ lips. As Alec pulled back, Magnus chased his lips before giving up and opening his eyes to look up at Alec again. “Do you want to…?” Alec asked, raising his eyebrows a couple of times. Magnus rolled his eyes but it was mostly for show.

“Do I want to what?” Magnus replied, cocking an eyebrow. If they were going to be having sex, Alec would have to learn to say the word. They were grown men after all, even if one slightly more than the other. Though, Magnus would also settle for make love.

“Sex, do you want to do sex? Have sex?” Alec said in return, muddling his words as he got a little flustered being put on the spot. A guy that looked like Alec really had no right being so damn adorable but Magnus wasn’t complaining.

“Yes, let’s do sex, Alexander,” Magnus chuckled as he brought his hands up. One to rest on the small of Alec’s back, pressing their bodies closer, while the other cupped the back of Alec’s head and pulled him into a firmer kiss than the one before. Alec tilted his head one way and Magnus tilted his the opposite as they deepened the kiss. When their tongues met, a small sound of relief escaped one of them but Magnus wasn’t sure who. All he knew was that he was more than ready for another taste of that perfection.

Tips for In Class Essays

Sorry for the long hiatus in useful posts, but I’ve finally come up with something! As with most of my posts, this is more targeted at high school students, so it might lack information that older students need. 

Planning Ahead

  • Find out the question. Obviously, if you can find out the question from your teacher directly, that’s massively helpful. Unfortunately this doesn’t actually happen that often. Try to figure out the question based on themes that you’ve covered in the class. If there is one major theme or idea that is present in a majority of the lessons you’ve done, it’s pretty likely that will be an essay question. 
  • Decide which viewpoint you will argue. It’s smart to plan this out ahead of time because you don’t want to be struggling with an internal debate when you’re actually writing a test. You have to have enough evidence to support your thesis, so make sure you choose the viewpoint that has enough support in your notes, not the one that you personally agree with. 
  • Write an outline. This is pretty self explanatory. Write out a thesis and plan out what evidence from your notes that you can use. 
  • Use versatile points. Even if you make an educated guess, you might not be 100% right on what the topic of the essay will be. Try to use evidence that can be used for more than one topic, instead of things that are super specific to one topic. 
  • If you’re not sure which side is better, outline them both. Sometimes there is lots of evidence in your notes to argue both sides, at least at first glance. Make a t-chart or other organizer to weigh the evidence on both sides, or outline them both. As you try to outline one of them, you will be which one has stronger evidence to use. 
  • Remember the evidence! Don’t choose super specific details from your notes if you aren’t going to be able to remember it when the essay is actually happening. If you do have a really good piece of evidence that is highly specific, make sure you can remember the details. Don’t try to remember quotations unless it is specifically asked of you. 
  • If you are allowed a quote sheet or outline, do it!!! There is no excuse to pass up a rare opportunity like that. Do it! 

Writing the Essay 

  • Start with a super quick outline. Jotting down the points that you planned is a great idea just to start the essay. Using 5 minutes or less to do this will help you stay on track and remember your evidence without wasting time. 
  • Do a basic introduction. Don’t waste your time making an elaborate introduction. Start with a few general statements about the topic, outline what your arguments are, state your thesis, and move on. An introduction is rarely a make or break factor in the quality of your essay in this type of situation. 
  • Use tons of details and evidence. An in class essay is usually focused on how much of the things from the notes you can actually apply. Be very detailed and talk about specific events, not just general ideas. (This is why planning ahead is helpful – you can plan which details you want to use!) 
  • Don’t get too caught up in spelling and grammar. A majority of the time, in class essays are more focused on organization, ideas, and your ability to explain yourself, not whether or not you can spell. Unless your teacher says otherwise, don’t get stressed over a word spelled wrong. 
  • Try to write legibly. You don’t want to lose marks on your essay because it was hard to read and the teacher didn’t understand your points. I recommend using a ballpoint pen because gel pens and pencil can smudge. Fine liners often make it hard to write quickly, so I don’t love those either. 
  • Focus on the time. Know how much time you have and pay attention to it throughout the test. Don’t get caught up in one body paragraph and use 90% of your time on that. Figure out how much time you have for each part and stick to it. If you fall behind, wrap up quickly and move on. 
  • If you have to leave anything off, leave off the conclusion. If you are running out of time, ignore the conclusion. It’s the least important part of the essay in this situation and its not worth skipping evidence in a body paragraph to get it done. 

Let me know if you have anything else to add or if you want me to write about anything else!

@agentmarymargaretskitz

Captain Canary

Texts From Last Night

“Your a hot mess.”

“At least I’m a fun hot mess. Like a train crash full of pizza, fireworks and glitter.”

xXx

Leonard’s first experience watching Sara cut loose entirely was not at all what he expected. In fact he hadn’t even realized what was going on until she’d stumbled a bit getting up from her bar stool. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen her drunk before, he was wasn’t sure he’d ever seen her tipsy for that matter. There was always some sense of control with her, keeping things bottled up and under wraps, but on that night Sara completely let go and Leonard was having trouble keeping up with her.

They were at a bar, having stopped off in some time or another for one reason or twelve. Sara had started off slowly, a couple of beers in the first ninety minutes but in the next she was throwing back shots with Mick and then sipping from tumblers of hard liquor before eventually rounding back to beer and starting the process all over again.

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Flawless


“This is bloody stupid,” I muttered, crossing my arms, eyes closed. I flinched as I felt Wellbelove brush something cold against my eyelid.

“Hush. With all of that fidgeting of yours, you’re going to mess up my art.” Wellbelove said, grabbing my chin to keep my face still.

“I wouldn’t exactly consider smearing this shit all over my face art, Wellbelove.”

“You offend me, Tyrannus.”
I sneered in response at my bloody name, which, to my amusement, pissed Wellbelove off to no end, who had been applying something sticky to my lips. We went on like this for what felt like forever until I heard Wellbelove mumble a quick, “finished” as she pulled her hands away from my face. She gave me a mirror, and it took all of the self control I had to not scream. My eyes had smudged liner around them in a wing-like shape, my pale skin unblemished. My lips were painted blood-red.

I looked…

Flawless.

I pushed down any form of happiness bubbling up inside of me and forced a frown on my face. “What the bloody hell is this,” I said, twisting my face into a sour expression of disapproval.

She seemed to see through my facade, though, because she smirked at me as soon as the words left my mouth.She said, “You love it,” and walked off, beaming, her bloody dog, Lucy, in tow.

I looked back down at myself in the mirror.

I did.

I sat in our room, staring out the window while listening to music, the soft voice of Billie Eilish calming my nerves. I sighed when I realized I was tapping my foot on the ground and looked into my mirror at my face, which was still covered in Wellbelove’s makeup. What was Snow going to think of this? What would he do if he saw me this way?

He was going to laugh at me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I trudged out of the room in search of something to wipe this mess off of my face. I felt absolutely ridiculous.

That’s when I heard the door close.

I froze.

There, in the doorway stood Simon-bloody-Snow, who was looking at me, eyes wide, his expression unreadable.

“Baz?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Shit.

I couldn’t breathe.

Before he could say anything else, I began to back away, now searching frantically for something to get the makeup off my face. Snow grabbed my arm and spun me around so I was facing him. He pulled my chin downwards gently, looking me directly in the eye. I was breaking, slowly but surely, under his steady gaze.

“Baz,” he said again, his voice calm.

Oh.

Oh, no.

I am an idiot.

I didn’t realize I was crying until he lifted his thumb up to my face to brush away my tears.

This was truly degrading.

I prepared myself for the worst. For him to laugh at me. To call me a freak.
I wasn’t prepared for what he did say, though.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, gently pressing his lips to my temple. I felt my body tense up, shocked.

“What?” I choked out, my voice breaking. I hated myself for it.

He took my hand gently, looking down at his shoes. “You’re absolutely stunning, Baz. You’re so, so pretty. Like, ridiculously pretty. Bloody hell, you’re perfect,” he whispered, the ghost of a smile dancing on his lips.My chest was heaving now, my breaths coming out erratically. Tears were continuing to fall down my face, a never-ending stream. I couldn’t help it. I pulled Simon into me, holding on to him for dear life. I was sobbing now. He held me just as tightly, maybe tighter than I was, as if that were even possible. It took me a moment, but I realized he was crying, too. I couldn’t help but smile at him, planting a wet kiss on his now-trembling lips. 

“You’re not too bad yourself, Snow,” I said, smiling against his warm, mole-scattered skin. I backed away, just a bit to look at him fully.

He was truly beautiful.

And he was mine.

And I was his.

He also looked ridiculous right now. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, his hair a bit disheveled. I grinned at my observation, laughing into the crook of his neck, knowing damn well I probably didn’t look much better, definitely worse, especially with this bloody mascara streaming down my face.

I was no longer feeling flawless.

Soft Winged Liner Tutorial

When I posted that I was thinking about doing a soft, smoky, powder winged liner look teamed with glossy purple-plum lips I immediately got a response from so many of you guys to create a tutorial. This is a gorgeous, simple, chic and sophisticated makeup look that anyone can do and is great for proms/formals/cocktail parties and more. I love to wear it with glamorous hollywood style waves and hair tucked behind one ear but it also looks great with an updo.

Watch the video tutorial above or keep reading to see a step-by-step picture guide.

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Did a redraw of this cause I was so proud of this at the time and Jane still means a lot to me as a character. So yeah four years made kinda a big difference, kinda wish I had the right colors with my markers but I got close enough.

anonymous asked:

Harry would be so beautiful with makeup!

Oh goD I KNOW. Do you know what I would give to see Harry with a delicate blush painted on the apples of his cheeks? Dusty rose matte lipstick??? A light glow of pearl highlight on his cheekbones????? Shimmering rose gold eyeshadow and slightly smudged charcoal liner???? I would be on the floor

Top 10 Makeup Mistakes

Makeup can be a tricky art form, but it should also be fun and experimental….to a point.  Here are some of the top 10 common beauty mistakes.

1. Sharpie Eyebrows

Any makeup artist will tell you that great skin and brows are the most important part of makeup.  Brows shape the face and impact how people perceive you.  Eyebrows (like makeup) can also make you look softer, younger, sophisticated, glamorous and polished. See HERE how to fill in your brows appropriately. 

NO:

  

Yes:

2. UNblended Eyeshadow

Blend, people, blend! And when you think you’re done blending, blend some more. Your face will thank you and so will anyone looking at your face.

This does not look good:

You really should never see a distinct line where one color starts and another color ends. BLEND, BLEND, BLEND… I can’t say this enough! Your smokey eye should look more like this: 

3. When your face color doesn’t match your neck color (wrong foundation)

You should always test your foundation on your jaw line. Test 3 colors and the one that blends and matches the most is the winner. You should also blend your foundation down onto your neck to get a blended look.

Going a shade or two darker is a no-no. Going darker can age you and make you look orange in photos.

Going a shade lighter can sometimes be ok to brighten your skin. Going too light can make you have a ghost face in photos. Especially because the flash of a camera can reflect off of your foundation and give you an extra white glow.Like so:

If the color of your skin changes during the summer time…so should your foundation.

4. Clumpy Mascara

Clumpy mascara just looks bad and unnatural. Lots of times the culprit is old, dried out mascara. See my tip to remedy this situation here. Other times the problem is adding way too many coats of mascara. They should look more like this:

5. Too Much Bronzer

Once again..The blending trick would work nicely here. Also, make sure the bronzer isn’t too dark for your skin tone. It doesn’t look good!

6. Too much blush too close to the nose

I love me some blush and I think everyone needs it, especially after taking all of the color out of your skin with your foundation.

Blush should be applied to the apples of the cheeks. I like to use the two finger rule. Place two fingers next to your outer nostril. Your blush should not get closer to your nose than that.

For perfect placement, use the old smile technique and swirl the blush directly on apples of your cheeks blending back towards the temples. Make sure the blush is well blended and that it almost melts into your skin. When applied correctly, blush can brighten any complexion and make you look years younger.

NO:

Yes:

7. Lash Extensions gone wrong

Lash extensions can be awesome! The point of lash extensions is to look like you have longer, thicker NATURAL lashes. I have seen some bad extensions in my day. Either you can see the glue, or they are too thick and heavy that it looks like the woman can hardly keep her eyes open on her own.

No:

Yes:

8. Raccoon Eyes

Most woman conceal under their eyes to either hide dark circles or puffiness. Most of us have been doing it wrong our entire lives. This looks bad:

Once again…a bad color and reflective qualities made this a bad photo.

Try concealing in a triangle instead. I promise it works. 

9. Lining eyes only half way

True, that depending on your eye shape, lining your eyes all the way around can make your eyes look smaller and closer together. But lining them only half way can look silly too.

A softer line can make your eyes stand out and look much bigger and much better. 

Here’s how to: Line the outer edge of your eye then take a q-tip and smudge the liner towards the inner eye for a soft subtle look.

10. Obvious Lip Liner

Sarah Lucero from Stila says to “look for a lip pencil in a shade that mimics your natural lip tone and simply sketch around the lip line, adding shape and contour.” If you shade and shape the lips rather than line them, this will keep lip liner looking modern and beautiful regardless of the lipstick or lip gloss shade you choose to wear.”

Not this: 

I like to line my lips then shade them in with the liner then apply my lipstick on top of the liner.

Like this: