spots on forehead

With/Without forehead?!

I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who noticed this, but in kpop, most male idols have two sides: Covered forehead and Uncovered forehead.

*investigation begins* *Spot the difference- START*

Covered forehead  VS  Uncovered forehead

1. Seventeen’s S.Coups

2. Kai from EXO

3. Jimin from BTS

4. Hyungwon from MONSTA X

5. Bambam from Got7

6. Youngjae from BAP

7. Hyuk from VIXX

8. G-Dragon from Big Bang

9. Sungjae from BTOB

10. Jonghyun from Shinee

And of course, there’s always a black sheep..

Baekhyun..you had one job.

*investigation ends* *spot the difference- FINNISH*

So…did you see any differences ? *I bet you did*

Also you, after seeing this :

The edit is mine, but the photos don’t belong to me.  * went on a hunting trip on Instagram*

Credits to amazing photographers.

anonymous asked:

andriel with "Are you fucking kidding me?” Or "everything's going to be fine" please ((ps your writing? Just ruin me you are so good!!))

thank you sweet pea! i chose the first one if that’s alright!

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Andrew hated airports. That was a fact.

They were loud and crowded, full of screaming children and businessmen, two of Andrew’s worst nightmares

 But here he was, standing in baggage claim with his suitcase and hands itching for a cigarette. He idly scratched the tattoo at his wrist, looking around for a bundle of curly hair and processed sunshine.

 “Andrew!” There it was.

Nicky ran up to him with barely contained happiness stretching itself into a smile. “You made it! Neil’s going to be so excited!”

Andrew hoped so, or he’d have to explain to his coach why he took a week off near the end of the offseason, even though his team was supposed to be practicing. He was Exy’s greatest goalkeeper, but even the promise of that wasn’t enough to keep him away from his boyfriend.

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“Wha- Ow!” You scowled as you bumped into the wall yet again, reaching up to rub at the sore spot on your forehead. You would very much prefer to not sport a painful looking purple bruise right on the center of your head. “You know, the point of blindfolding me is so that you help me not bump into things.” You muttered under your breath, blindly waving your arms around in an attempt to locate your dork of a boyfriend.   

“Whoops, my bad. But I promise this is all going to be worth it!” Harry chirped, taking your hand and dragging you into the bedroom in one move. (You nearly crashed into the drawer but you didn’t even bother telling Harry about it.) “Okay, ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Harry was usually always up to something, so him blindfolding you and pulling you up and down the house was nothing out of the ordinary. “But will this take long? Because I have some textbooks that are calling my name downstairs and I really need to get some work done.” 

“This’ll only take a second.” You flinched when you were suddenly introduced by a harsh ray of light, making you squint and stumble back a little before your eyes finally adjusted to the lighting. “Ta-da!” Now, you were fully aware that there was some sort of surprise Harry was revealing to you, but the only problem was that you didn’t exactly know what the surprise was. 

“Oh…” You trailed off, eyes darting around the room desperately searching for something unfamiliar. Nope, nothing. “I love it…!” You smiled sheepishly, Harry looking at you expectantly. “I really love it…?” 

“Look at the bed!” Harry padded over to the bed, gesturing to it wildly as if the surprise was super obvious. 

“I do love beds.” You hummed, still not knowing what exactly the surprise was. “Did you change the sheets like I asked?” 

“Well, yeah, of course I did. Actually, I changed the sheets to these silky ones so now everything’s super soft and- The point is, I bought a new bed because you broke the last one.” 

“I didn’t break-” You stammered, feelings your cheeks heat up at his statement. “We broke it.” Long story short, you and Harry may have gotten a little wild the last time you… You know. 

You broke it. Which is why this new bed has a much more sturdy frame and is guaranteed to probably not snap under continuous pressure. I tested it out myself by bouncing on it relentlessly.” 

“I’m sure that was fun for you.” You snorted, watching as Harry walked over to shut the door behind you. 

“And now…” Harry trailed off, walking back to the bed before tugging at the corner of the blanket and dropping it gently, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “It’s your turn to test it out by bouncing on me relentlessly.” 

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gifs aren’t mine!

Try Not To (Jungkook x Reader Fluff/Slight Smut)

Summary: “Try not to get nervous.”

(( Note: another story for the youngest member who stands on top. In this one I more so like the bickering than the actual ‘fluff’ or ‘smut’ which is so so so mild I warn you. So, idk about this one at all :(( Either way, I hope you all enoy! ))


Could you have taken any longer, holy fuck.

It was a far late into a chilly Sunday night and you were standing outside your friend’s door clutching your tote bag against your chest and curling your toes against the rubber soles of your not-so-appropriate flip flops you when sporting. A combination of that plus a thin cardigan and pajama shorts were definitely not the greatest outfit choice when in this close-to-frozen mid-February weather. In your defense, it wouldn’t have been as horrifyingly cold as it was if it weren’t for Jeon Jungkook who took his sweet as time answering the door.

Fifteen minutes to be exact.

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anonymous asked:

keith and lance + #25 for the fic prompt thing?? only if you feel like it tho gsjdkfk <3333

((Aaaahhh it’s been a while but here we go!))

25. “My nightmares are usually about losing you.”

The footsteps behind him were getting louder… closer. Keith could feel his heart pounding hard in his chest and his breaths were short and forceful but he didn’t care about that. He didn’t care about the burning in his legs as he sprinted through the purple glowing halls, nor did he care about the screaming protest of his lungs. He just cared about getting out before it was too late.

Red pushed at the back of his mind giving him directions to reach her while her overwhelming sense of fear and concern for him flooded his thoughts. As Keith turned down another hallway he tripped and barely let out a yell before he rolled harshly across the floor. He stayed there for a moment panting before he heard a harsh voice call out, “There! I found the half-breed, he’s over here!!”

“Shit..” Keith cursed as he scrambled back up and ran towards the hangar. Red urged at him to hurry and that he was almost there. Keith saw a group of Galran soldiers coming up from the right hall to cut him off as he continued forward. He screamed and shoved the first Galra into the others leaving them surprised just long enough for him to charge past them and close the distance between him and the hangar doors. 

He felt a flood of relief rush through him as he pushed the doors open. He slammed them shut and broke the keypad to open them before turning towards the large hangar. He felt his heart drop to his stomach as his eyes were met with an empty room, Red nowhere in sight.

He stood and stared as the only sound he heard was the blood rushing in his ears. He no longer heard the urging voice of Red or the Galra soldiers chasing him. He no longer felt the burning in his lungs or legs.

He felt and heard nearly nothing as he fell to his knees as the Galra who had now broken down the door entered and surrounded him. He felt nothing until one of the soldiers forced his head up and he was met with the sight of himself… Only. It wasn’t him. It was a full Galra version of him with harsh glowing yellow eyes and and wicked grin.

The clone of him simply stepped forward and pulled out the blade Keith was oh so familiar with and lifted it above his head. He said nothing and simply grinned wider as he swung the blade down towards Keith as all the fear and adrenaline flooded back full force as he closed his eyes and braced for impact.

Keith jolted forward with a gasp as his eyes flew open only to be met with a dull black slightly illuminated by blue. He did his best to calm his rapid breaths as he clutched the sheets and yanked them off. They were too hot.

He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor trying to regain his senses as the figure behind him shifted with a silent groan.

Lance opened his eyes to see the back of his boyfriend and sighed as he sat up and wrapped his arms lightly around Keith’s shoulders. Lance rested his chin on his boyfriend and leaned his head against Keith’s as he murmured softly, “Another nightmare babe?”

Keith nodded as he reached up and took hold of one of Lance’s hands. Lance hummed and rubbed his thumb back and forth over Keith’s knuckles as he pulled his boyfriend slowly back towards the bed.

Lance held onto Keith’s hand while he used his free hand to shift the covers over so Keith would be more comfortable. Lance’s fingers brushed Keith’s bangs out of his face as he whispered, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Keith closed his eyes and leaned into Lance’s touch. “Not really… I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep anytime soon though.”

Humming in understanding, Lance pulled Keith a bit closer and wrapped his arms around him. “I know what you mean. It’s pretty hard for me to fall back asleep too. Wasn’t as hard back at home but things were pretty different then. The nightmares weren’t nearly as intense.”

Shifting slightly so he could get a better look at Lance, he asked, “What are they about now?”

Lance took a deep breath as he closed his eyes. “Ironically enough, they’re about home. About my Mamá…. My siblings… About their lives without me in them. How hard it must be. About how I could come home and they don’t recognize or want me anymore.”

Keith opened his mouth to protest before Lance smiled and shook his head, cutting him off. “I know it’s not reality. At least… I hope. Those aren’t the only nightmares though. Astonishingly enough they usually aren’t the worst either.”

Keith’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. He knew how important Lance’s family was to him so why…? 

Lance chuckled at Keith’s expression before his kissed the spot on his forehead to release the tension. Keith watched Lance as his chuckle died off.

“My nightmares are usually about losing you.”

Keith blinked slowly as Lance looked down solemnly. He lifted his hands to the sides of Lance’s face and gently pulled his face up before pushing his lips against Lance’s gently.

Keith pulled away and smiled long enough to whisper out, “You’ll never lose me Lance. I promise.”

Lance smiled back softly and pressed his head against Keith’s. “I expect you to keep that promise mi amor.”

He pressed his lips against Keith’s in a quick peck before whispering,

“I love you Keith.”

Keith snuggled up against his boyfriend as he whispered back, “I love you too.”

I’m Okay

Originally posted by sddonald22

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Peter Parker x Reader

Request:  41 with Peter Parker, as his girlfriend, please?

 41. “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Warnings: hints of violence, some sadness

Summary: Being Spider-man means the ones you love are always in danger. When Peter has a terrible dream about you he can’t help but be shaken up by it.  He just wants to make sure you’re okay.

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AN: here’s my Peter drabble/ request for the kind anon!! I hope you enjoy it! (Also I was hinting that the black mass was actually venom but I didn’t want to get really into it) Anyways sorry if this is crap but I really tried my best!!

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Cat Papyruses - A 2/22 Edition Shitpost Notes

(I miss the Cat Day without drawing stuffs and now I am sad so you all now have to listen my Papyruses cats prompts because boi oh boi cats mmmmm)

TALE PAP (Papy)

  • All white fur
  • Always clean himself for “look good and cool”
  • Has a cyan ribbon tied on his tail which is given from Sans
  • Spend equal time at indoors and outdoors, he like both. Indoors for staying with Sans and outdoors for playing around
  • That one cat that will completely erase your “all cats are prideful” bias as being extremely friendly and energetic to everyone, will nag and follow you around passionately that make you feels like he is actually a dog.
  • Has no vigilance from other cats to strangers on street.
  • Likes to call Sans to play with him when Sans is taking naps, sometimes stays and sleep beside/on top of him.
  • Will never push cups off from table.
  • Touch spots: everywhere

FELL PAP (Boss)

  • All black fur
  • Gains many little scars on his body from fights
  • Shitty temper, will hiss and scratch everyone who tries to touch him
  • Bite Fell Sans 24/7, but doesn’t hate him, this is a way to show affection, at least he thinks it it. 
  • Fucking. hates. collars. Fell Sans tried wear a ring collar on his neck once and he spent the rest of days scratching and biting his own neck historically.
  • Very defensive on his territories, most fights is for defending his land. Many cats are afraid of him expect Papy and Honey.
  • When injured or feeling sick he will get very close to wherever Fell Sans is, curl himself up and become very quite, this is his own sign of something is off.
  • Will always push cups off from table.
  • Touch spots: N O

Swap Pap (Honey)

  • White and orange tabby fur.
  • A little bit messy, rely on Swap Sans to comb his fur a lot.
  • Always looks sleepy, as in fact sleeps a lot. Yet actually nimble and smart on movement, very good at dodging.
  • Spend most time outdoors that people may think he is a stray cat. Only go beck to Swap Sans for food, and of course Swap Sans.
  • Doesn’t really like people to touch him but still chill with it, only like how Swap Sans massage his head.
  • Like catnips, like catnips a lot, secretly steal and hide many catnips in different places.
  • Basically that one chillest stray-looking cat you can find on street.
  • Will only push cups off from table when out of people’s sight.
  • Touch spots: Forehead, neck, sometimes his back

because you guys love jealous Jim:


You raised your eyes to the tall buildings surrounding you and looked at the different coloured lights. It was already dark outside and you just stepped out of the car that had brought you and Jim here.
He was on his way to a meeting and insisted on taking you with him. Usually he went by himself  but apparently it meant a lot to him to have there today.
All dressed up and with Jim by your side you entered a skyscraper.

A narrow red carpet led you inside and just as the door closed behind the two of you two men appeared out of nowhere. Without saying a word they escorted you to the elevator. As soon as those men started following you Jim grabbed your hand with a tight grip. His own was cold as usual.
Seconds later the elevator shot upstairs. Nobody said a word and you could feel the tension in the tiny space.
It was the first time that you properly collided with the scene Jim used to be in. The powerful and criminal people that signed his contracts and relied on him and requested services only he could offer.
You’d be lying if you’d say that you weren’t slightly uncomfortable. Sure, you trusted your boyfriend but you also knew what he was able to do and you knew all too well what could happen if something was to go wrong.


The doors slid open and you walked down a long floor. The walls were decorated with minimalistic paintings and were covered in luxurious wallpaper. It was still silent and the only noise you could here was the clicking of your heels.
Soon enough your little group reached a door that automatically opened. Immediately warm and thick air hit your face. The smell of cigar-smoke mixed with the cheep perfume of the rich filled the hall you now stepped into.
The light was dimmed and approximately thirty Asian men were inside. Some were sitting on couches surrounded by light-dressed women with big hair, some were standing holding drinks and smoking.
Slow jazz music was playing in the background.


All of the talking stopped and everyone looked at you and Jim which made him smile. Still holding on to your hand his eyes targeted a man that was sitting in a chair at the very end of the room. A tall woman in a very short dress with a lot of cleavage leaned against the chair.  

With secure footsteps Jim started walking towards that person. He really seemed to enjoy all of the looks the two of you were getting.
The man jumped up and even though his face didn’t come across as frightened you could spot sweat on his forehead that most likely didn’t come from the sticky air. He said something in a language that sounded like Korean and everyone else returned to their former state of talking and drinking.


Stretching out his hand to shake Jim’s the boss (so you assumed) of the others was now at least a step away from you. Sensing a penetrant aftershave you silently sniffed your nose.
Not even looking at the offered hand Jim sat down on a leathern couch and pulled you down too, now letting go of your hand.


After that the two men started talking to each other. The Asian had prepared a few files he was showing to Jim. Nervous chuckling and a lot of nodding on his side gave him away: he wasn’t comfortable.

Jim on the other hand seemed to feel very secure and powerful at the moment. You knew he loved to be in that position where he was the one to decide and all everyone else could do was to obey.
But from one second to another something changed. Something the man had said didn’t please Jim. His voice became serious and his stare lurking while he placed his left hand on your thigh.
The opponent quickly realised that what he had said wasn’t ideal and began to stammer while probably trying to make up for whatever had just left his mouth.

But Jim shook his head and you could feel his hand tighten. To possibly calm him you laid your hand on his but instead of relaxing Jim said something that made the man stand up quickly.

Again the only sound in the room was the jazz music.

Everyone’s eyes were on the three of you.


Wildly gesticulating and desperately speaking to your boyfriend the man still attempted  to fix the situation. Instead of responding verbally Jim just laughed and raised his right hand and waved.
Knowing that couldn’t mean anything good you began feeling seriously unsettled.
“Jim, what is it? What happened?”, you vigorously whispered but he didn’t answer your questions. Instead a laser point appeared on the Asian man’s  head.
“For gods sake…”, you called out clamping onto Jim’s hand.

Next the man dropped on his knees stammering the same words over and over again but the laser still fixed him.
Some men in the room had pulled out guns themselves but a word from Jim made them drop the weapons.  
Actual tears were now streaming down the man’s face and he began to shake. Jim’s hand still raised he was now in charge of those person’s lives. Whatever had happened before, it had made him more than angry.


“Jim, let’s go. It’s alright.” Your voice was calm now knowing that saying something in the wrong tone could make him wave another time which would result in people dying.
“It’s not alright, dear.”, he said looking you in the eyes and leaning his head to one side which was usually a sign for him being very serious.
“This idiot said that you are very beautiful and you must’ve been very expensive. He thinks you’re a whore. And if you think he’s getting away with that then you’re wrong.” Giving you a quick kiss on the forehead he faced the kneeling man who had started sobbing.


“He didn’t know. You can’t blame him for not knowing.”, you said.
“No, but I can teach him a lesson for not keeping his ridiculous mouth shut.”, Jim answered with a smile. Whispering something into a tiny wireless microphone that was fixed to his tie Jim waved another time.
A shot fell and the woman that was standing next to the frightened man dropped dead. You jumped up. Slowly Jim stood up as well.
“You call her a whore, I kill yours.”, he grinned down at the man before he took your hand.
“Now we can go.”
Jazz played as you left the hall.

i’ve been getting some questions about skincare and how i’ve dealt with acne/oil control and im not a dermatologist but i’ve invested way too much money into skin care products

i try to keep most of my products organic or vegan so they should also work for more sensitive skin!

if you have any q’s about anything skincare/health related i will gladly answer :v

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In the Dark

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve and Reader decide to try the Haunted House at the amusement park.

Word Count: 1,223

Warnings: None

Originally posted by avengersimaginings

You and the other Avenger had spent most of the day wandering around the amusement park. Everyone made fun of Steve who got sick on a roller-coaster once. However after most of the Avengers got sick after a particularly bumpy ride, you and Steve spent the rest of the afternoon together.

The sun was slowly setting down and you only had time for one last ride. You looked around you and saw the haunted house ride.

“Wanna try that one?”

“A haunted house?” He replied, amused tone in his voice. “Are you tired?”

“A bit.” You admitted with a small smile. He laughed as you walked towards the ride.

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anonymous asked:

Still taking Bechloe prompts? How about SuperChloe with secret identity and normal human beca that has a crush on Chloe's secret Identity?

So I got waaaaaaaaay to into writing this. Hope you enjoy!

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Beca looked down at her phone before looking back at Chloe, squinting.

“What?” Chloe asked, confused. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” Beca said, still looking puzzled. “It’s just… the Barden Bella really looks like you.” She looked back down at her phone.

“Who?” Chloe asked.

“Are you kidding? The superhero that’s been whizzing around Barden saving people all month? Do you not look at the news? Or Twitter? Or anything?”

“Let me see her,” Chloe said sitting down on Beca’s sofa beside her.

Beca showed her the blurry photo someone had snapped of this new mysterious superhero.

“I don’t see it,” Chloe said, tilting her head.

“I mean, you’re cuter, obviously,” Beca said, zooming in on the photo. “But I think if you took your glasses off and put on one of those masks then maybe…”

“Well without my glasses, I’d be blind,” Chloe said, standing up and returning to the kitchen.

“I wasn’t saying this is you, you just look like her,” Beca said laughing. “I like your glasses anyway.”

Chloe laughed and shook her head. “You’re full of the compliments today.”

“Yeah,” Beca said. “Hey, chuck me a coke will you?”

“Sure,” Chloe said, tossing Beca a can without thinking.

The sheer force of the throw caused the can to explode all over Beca as soon as it hit her.

“Dude! Did you shake this up?”

“No!” Chloe said, half amused, half terrified. She had to be more careful.

“Well maybe you should stop working out. Jesus, the Hulk would throw gentler than that,” Beca said, standing up. She went into her room to change and Chloe chastised herself for being so careless with her strength.

“You don’t have to look that guilty,” Beca said when she came back into the room. “It was just coke.” She reached into the refrigerator and got her own can, tentatively opening it over the sink. “You okay?” Beca asked.

“Yeah,” Chloe said, smiling. She ran a hand through her hair and it cause her top to ride up, exposing a graze on her hip.

“Dude, what happened?” Beca said, rushing over.

“Oh, I just hit it on a wall,” Chloe said, pulling her shirt down. “No big deal.”

Beca raised an eyebrow to show she didn’t believe her before lifting the shirt up slightly so she could see the scrape again. “Looks like it hurts,” Beca said. She lightly touched the area around it, and Chloe’s breath hitched slightly.

She had gotten the graze when she had been out last night, patrolling the streets. She’d been moving too quickly and caught her foot on something which sent her crashing to the ground. It hadn’t hurt, and she didn’t even notice it until she showered when she’d gotten home. Her knees were also scraped.

“It doesn’t hurt,” she said, softly.

They were quiet for a minute, just looking at each other. Beca was still holding the hem of Chloe’s shirt.

“Chlo’?”

“Hmm?”

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Beca asked.

Chloe swallowed. She wanted to tell her. So bad. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t tell anyone.

Chloe shook her head.

“If you say so,” Beca said, letting her shirt go and heading back into the living room.

Chloe let out a breath before joining Beca on the sofa.

“What are you doing tonight?” Beca asked. “Wanna hang out? Watch a movie?”

“I wish I could,” Chloe said. “I’ve got this thing to do tonight.”

“Okay,” Beca said, not quite hiding her disappointment. “Maybe when you’re done with your thing you could come over?”

“Sure,” Chloe said. “I’ll try.”

She hated lying to Beca, but she couldn’t exactly tell her that she was planning to patrol the streets of Barden fighting crime all night.

—–

It was around 11pm when Beca finally left the radio station that night. Since Chloe had had other plans, Beca agreed to take Jesse’s shift at the radio station so he could take his girlfriend out. She locked the doors to the station and began meandering back to her apartment.

It had been so quiet since Stacie had moved out and then in with Aubrey and Chloe. Beca had been secretly hoping that Chloe would want to move in with her but she’d never had the courage to ask. So Beca was alone for now.

If she hadn’t been so preoccupied thinking about Chloe, she would have heard the footsteps rapidly approaching her from behind.

Chloe was halfway across town when she got the… feeling.

It was stronger than usual.

She closed her eyes and tried to pinpoint where it was coming from.

Her eyes snapped open.

The University radio station

Beca!

Beca groaned as she pulled herself to her feet, leaning against the wall.

She reached up and touched the spot on her forehead where she’d been hit. When she saw the blood on her hand she threw up.

She reached for her bag so she could get her phone and call someone but of course, she no longer had her bag.

She looked around to see if there was anyone about, and she saw something red and blue streak past her. Was that… the Barden Bella?

It felt like seconds later that they were back, carrying her bag.

“Shit,” they said, “you’re hurt.”

“Hey, you got my bag back!” She said happily. Then she looked into the eyes behind the mask and studied them. They were so familiar. “I know you…” She said, before throwing up again, thankfully missing the costumed superhero in front of her.

“You need to go to hospital,” they said, their voice loaded with concern. She knew the voice too, even though they were trying to disguise it. “I’ll take you.”

“Can you call Chloe for me?” Beca asked. She was still feeling dizzy, and stumbled after taking a few steps.

“Sure,” they said before scooping her up, carrying her bridal style.

“Are you going to call her now?”

They laughed. “Not yet. My hands are full.”

She knew that laugh.

“Chloe,” she mumbled, almost drunkenly. “Chloe’s my favourite. I think… I love her.”

“Okay,” they said, their voice faltering slightly. “You need that head injury looking at. Hold on.”

Beca didn’t have time to ask what for before they were speeding in the direction of the hospital.

Beca was placed unsteadily on her feet at the entrance and she managed to make it two steps inside before her legs buckled.

“Shit,” they said, lifting Beca to her feet again. The people in the hospital turned to face them. “Someone take care of her!” They shouted before the shot out of the door again.

Beca winced as the final stitch was pulled through the cut in her head.

“Ow,” she mumbled.

“Don’t worry,” the doctor said. “It’s all done. Now, have you got someone who can take you home? You really shouldn’t be by yourself tonight.”

“I’ll take her,” a voice said. Beca turned her head and saw Chloe standing at the gap in the curtain which had been pulled around her cubicle.

“Chloe!” Beca said, finally smiling. “Dude, you won’t believe the night I’ve had.”

“Come on,” Chloe said, holding out her hand. “Let’s get you home.”

“Chloe,” Beca said, after they’d been walking quietly for a while. “Why didn’t you ask me what had happened?”

“I, uh, I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.”

“Chloe,” Beca said again. “You don’t have to pretend with me you know. I know who you are.”

Chloe swallowed. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said.

Beca brought them to a stop. She reached up and took off Chloe’s glasses.

“I don’t know how you thought you could fool me with these,” Beca said, placing them on her own face. “They’re just glass. They’ve just been glass for about a month now. Ever since the Barden Bella first turned up.” She handed Chloe her glasses back. “And your eyes. Chloe… I’d be able to pick your eyes out of a line-up. They’re the most beautiful… most perfect eyes I’ve ever seen. When I see them, I feel safe. And not because they’re the eyes of a superhero, but because they’re yours.”

“How long have you known?” Chloe asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Since the first time I saw those pictures online,” Beca said.

“Did you mean what you said to her-” she stopped herself. “To me?”

“Yes,” Beca replied. “I love you. Always have. Always will.”

“I love you too,” Chloe replied, leaning forward and kissing her.

“So,” Beca said, smiling as they broke apart. “Now that it’s all out in the open, how about you speed us back home?”

“Actually, the speed is all part of the suit,” Chloe said, laughing.

“Oh. You’re gonna have to explain this all to me,” Beca said, linking their hands again as they carried on walking.

Chloe smiled. She gently squeezed her hand, fully aware that if she didn’t watch herself, she could easily break Beca’s fingers if she wasn’t careful.

“Well it all started when I was sixteen.”

Where They Kiss You//Riverdale

Requests are OPEN, PLEASE send me some imagines or preferences you’d like to see :)

Veronica: Your neck, she loved to drag her lips up and down your neck, pressing warm kisses along your jugular as she went stopping to make teasing bites completed with a growl every once in awhile to make you laugh when things got too heated to quick. 

Betty: Your jawline, more often then not she’d stand on her tiptoes and press kisses to your jaw, her hand following to caress your cheek softly after, only to kiss the same spot again. 

Jughead: Your temple, with thumbs brushing your cheeks and sweeping the hair out of your already blushing face he would kiss your temple once softly, rest his lips there sigh contently and kiss the same spot again harder. 

Archie: Your forehead, because of his height when he pulled you into his somehow always warm embrace his lips were directly in line with the top of your forehead. He would let his lips rest there whispering sweet nothings and peppering kisses into your hair. 

anonymous asked:

Can I request a fluffy Joshua scenario? Thank you so much for writing all of these and for your wonderful blog ^~^

- you and joshua are neighbors
- you both live right next to each other, but surprisingly….. you’re not close at all
- you acknowledge each other from time to time of course, whether it’s saying hi when you catch one another outside the house or nodding at each other in the school hallways
- but aside from that…. you just know him as your cute next door neighbor or your classmate joshua hong
- one morning, your friend asks you if you could get her one of those club application papers
- she can’t do it herself because she’s already running late that morning, like she’s running to school that very moment
- you successfully grab a paper for her, and you wait patiently for her to get to class
- she rushes into the room five seconds before the teacher enters, and you hold up the piece of paper and give her a thumbs up
- she mouths “thank you” and you’re about to get out of your seat to give it to her when the homeroom teacher enters the room and says “everyone, in your seat”
- you gesture to her that you’ll give it after, but the teacher suddenly says “okay, i’ve been instructed to pick up the club applications today. i’ll be picking them up at the end of class, and i’ve been told i can’t accept any after that”
- your friend just looks at you with wide eyes, while you try to figure out how to get it to her since you’re on opposite ends of the classroom
- any normal person would pass it around and tell them to get it to your friend but no, you know what you do instead?
- you turn the club application form into a paper plane and launch it towards your friend while the teacher isn’t looking
- you watch it fly across the room and instead of reaching your friend
- it hits joshua on the head
- startled, he jumps in his seat and looks down to see the paper plane on the floor
- he picks it up and looks around the classroom with confusion written on his face, stopping when he sees your surprised expression
- your mouth stays wide open in shock even when he points at the paper plane, and you mouth “sorry!!” while pointing over to your friend sitting next to him
- joshua just smiles and nods his head, and then he passes the paper plane to your friend who thanks him for it
- at the end of class, your friend successfully gives in the paper and they apologize for all the trouble like this wouldn’t have happened if they didn’t decide on their club last minute
- but you just shake your head and tell them it’s completely fine
- later that night, you’re doing homework in your room with the window open because the night breeze feels so nice
- halfway through doing your math homework, something hits you on the forehead and you let out a yelp of surprise
- while rubbing the painful spot on your forehead, you look down to find a paper plane lying on your desk
- you pick it up with confusion on your face, and then you look out the window to find your neighbor joshua laughing from his room across from yours
- he gestures for you to unfold the paper plane, and when you do, in neat hand-writing says, “that’s for earlier”
- you gape at the paper, and after quickly jotting down a response, you send it flying back
- joshua catches the plane and laughs at your response, which is “i’m so sorry again!!! i didn’t mean to, are you all right??”
- he writes something down, and sends it back with “i’m fine, there’s not much a paper plane can do to me :) is your forehead all right though?? sorry for hitting it!!”
- and for the next few minutes, you both communicate via paper planes
- the conversation goes from school to actual introductions, and you realize that this is your first real conversation with joshua
- “i’m joshua, but i’m sure you already know that lol. you’re (name), right?”
- “that’s me! so tell me, is math keeping you up too?”
- “nah, i managed to finish the work in class. the english essay’s a bit of a pain though”
- you both exchange paper planes, until joshua tells you he’s going to head to bed since he has to prepare for a long day considering club activities start tomorrow
- you tell him it’s fine, and after sending him the “good night” message, he smiles at you and closes his window
- you go back to doing your math homework, but during quick breaks, you can’t help but read through the paper planes again
- you thought that the paper plane thing was only a one-time thing, but no
- the next night, joshua sends another one over to you right when you’ve just entered your room after eating dinner
- “hello, neighbor :) how was your day today?”
- you smile as you grab a pen and write “joshua!! my day went fine. the cooking club wasn’t all too bad actually. which club did you join?
- “cooking club sounds fun!! i joined the music club. i met really cool people there, our class’ vice president jihoon is actually in that club too, did you know?”
- “JIHOON? NO WAY I THOUGHT HE’D JOIN BASEBALL”
- the planes fly from one room to the other (save for some that unfortunately missed the window and crashed to the ground), and you actually feel sad when you realize how late it’s gotten
- you tell joshua you have to do your homework, and he says it’s fine since he should probably get started on his too
- you say good night to each other, and you get to work, but your mind is clearly elsewhere
- the funny thing about this whole paper plane thing is that neither of you ever brought up phone numbers or social media accounts
- neither of you talk to each other in class either
- there’s the occasional good morning and hello, but aside from that, not really
- it’s like the only way for you both to actually get a conversation going is to send paper planes, and weird as it is….. you’re fine with it this way
- you guys will of course have talk to each other in person one day, but for now, paper planes will do
- the conversations eventually turn into a 20-questions type of game, and learning so much about joshua…. it feels nice….. he’s not just “that cute boy next door” or “model student joshua hong” or “mr. nice guy”
- he’s a friend
- “so joshua, any dreams?”
- “this might sound weird but…. i’ve already kind of dreamed of becoming an idol?? to be able to share my music with everyone, to be able to make others happy with my singing…. it’s just a dream though ^^ you?”
- “it’s a wonderful dream!!! hmm well….. i really just want a happy life, like we all do. a life where i’m always surrounded by my friends and family. that’s all i could hope for. it’s simple hahah”
- “but it’s a good dream nonetheless :) now it’s my turn to ask, isn’t it? how about we get to the smaller stuff? what’s your favorite color?”
- “really, joshua? LOL”
- it’s become a habit, really—your day is incomplete if you don’t send or receive at least one paper plane
- and you both may or may not have grown interested in the things the other likes
- never mind that you cried during each of the anime movies joshua recommended to you, or that you started listening to 2bic, or that you suddenly started craving kiwi ice cream
- and it’s not like you saw a bag of your favorite candy in joshua’s backpack, or that one time he came to class with your favorite kind of tea, or that one time you saw the album cover of your favorite artist on his phone
- you’re both just trying new things, right?
- your friends have been telling you how much happier you look these days, how livelier you’ve become
- and somehow, you’ve convinced them and yourself that the reason is “summer’s here!! how can i not be happy?”
- but after days of denying it, you FINALLY admit to yourself
- that you’ve fallen for joshua
- maybe it’s because he always sends over a paper plane with kind words on it when you’re feeling down
- or that he doesn’t mind staying by the window to help you with your math homework
- or that he’s just so kind and thoughtful and funny and….. he just….. makes your rainy days a little better
- you’re shaking with nervousness while writing on your paper plane to joshua, and he definitely noticed this because he sent you one before you could send yours
- you unfold the paper and read “(name), are you all right? you look a bit uneasy”
- you look up to see joshua standing by his window with a worried look on his face, pointing down at the paper plane you’re working on to let him know he’ll be getting a response soon
- you’ve only written a sentence, but it’s a sentence that could make or break your entire relationship
- you gently fold your paper plane, take a deep breath, and send it flying over to joshua
- you watch nervously as he unfolds it, and you know it’s over when you see him freeze
- “joshua… this might sound weird since we’ve hardly ever talked in person, but… i think i like you”
- he probably read it about ten times in his head before looking up at you, and you tense up when you have eye contact
- but then
- he looks down, closes the windows, pulls the curtains, and
- that’s it
- you walk over to your bed and sit on the edge, burying your face in your hands because what have you done
- your relationship was perfectly fine, and now it’s ruined, all because you let your feelings get in the way
- you leave your window open, not even caring if bugs crawled inside the room because MAYBE you’d wake up to a paper plane on the floor
- but the next morning, you find nothing
- you look out the window to find joshua’s windows and curtains in the same position as the night before, and your heart aches a little
- you frown the entire walk to school, and you take a deep breath before walking into your classroom because you know you’re going to see joshua
- the second you step into the room, you both have eye contact
- but he’s the first one to turn away
- this ruins your mood for the rest of the day, and you haven’t regretted something this bad in a while
- the day goes by painfully slow, and when it’s finally over, you’re so glad you don’t have club activities that day because you just want to go home and die in your room
- but while you’re walking, something suddenly hits the back of your head
- you turn around to see joshua standing a few feet away
- you say “joshua? don’t you have music club—?”
- he cuts you off and says “that doesn’t matter right now”
- he then walks over to the paper plane lying on the ground, picks it up, and holds it out to you
- you take it from him, slowly unfold the plane, and you break out into a smile when you read the words written on it
- “i think… i like you too, (name).”
- you look up to see joshua smiling shyly, and his cheeks are tinted pink as he says “i’m sorry for not replying last night….”
- you jokingly say “you should be. i hardly slept because of you!!”
- joshua laughs at your response and says “i guess i owe you something then, don’t i? there’s this new restaurant down the street we could try out if you’re not busy this weekend…”
- you nod your head, smiling, “it’s a date.”

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Ok this isn’t me saying anything bad about Henrik (who I think is one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen.) But something I really loved about Skam and their use of Even. When we first see Even he’s the gorgeous, mysterious, magical teenage boy that you see in all the movies and tv shows of the perfect, hot, dreamy guy. 

But as we spend time with Even, he becomes more and more human and a different kind of beauty is shown. His hair is dirty and oily and becomes a big mess, he has spots on his forehead, his skin would be blotchy, his body was allowed to be lanky and awkward. He would sing along to pop songs and do other normal dorky things. He got to be down and depressed, and to despair and to be miserable and that was all ok. He wasn’t up on this pedestal anymore, he didn’t have to be this unattainable ideal, he was human and real.

It reminds me of that quote by Angelita Lim. “I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you.  Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.” Even is perfect, but he’s not at the same time, but he’s still amazing, beautiful, and wonderful all at the same time.