what's wrong with you!

“See how easy that was?”

“Don’t ever let anyone tell you that what you see with your own eyes isn’t happening.”

Do not be shamed or bullied into silence. Do not allow them to confuse or lie to you.

We have to be open minded to others and give people the ability to argue their case. But you also know, in your heart, what’s right and what’s wrong. Don’t let them shame that out of you.

That concept art pic of Maui literally ripping off tamatoa’s leg is pretty much messing me up because Maui might look angry will doing so but tamatoa is just….standing there while being shocked about this happening, he is not even on some fighting posture he is just there….what is the context of this??? How this happened???????

Hate To Love You

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Breakups, hostility between reader and Bucky, nasty words, swearing, fighting, violence, blood, injuries 

Word Count: 1087

Summary: When you and Bucky broke up you swore you were done with that life, however when Steve rings asking for your help, telling you that there was no one else he could ask you agreed to one more mission. What could wrong? 

A/N: Feedback appreciated. 

Tagging: @turnmyheaphonesuprealloud @poemwriter98

“There isn’t anybody else?”
“Sorry y/n, Wanda’s still in Sokovia and I couldn’t get Nat back on such short notice.” 
“It’s fine, not your fault Steve,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What time do we fly out?” 
“Zero six hundred tomorrow,” He replied, the sound of relief hanging in his voice. “Thanks for this y/n, I owe you.” 
“Yeah, yeah.”

I disconnected the call, feeling my shoulders slump as I leant back on the kitchen bench, already exhausted by the thought of tomorrow’s mission. It wasn’t so much the mission itself though, it would be nice to get back into doing what I’d trained for years to do, it would be nice seeing Steve again. However I was also one hundred percent sure that Bucky would also be assigned on the mission, hence why I had a blooming headache starting already.

It had been eight months since I’d last seen or spoken to him, eight months since we broke up in a fit of shouting, tears and thrown objects. It hadn’t been pleasant and as a result I’d walked straight out of the Avengers compound, fully intending to never ever go back. I had been determined back then to get out of that business completely, find an apartment in the city and go to a normal nine to five job like everybody else. However, once something was in your life it was hard to let it go, so I found myself doing odd freelancing jobs, sometimes even for Nick Fury if he asked.
I wasn’t at all surprised that he’d passed my new number onto Steve, telling him that I would be more than happy to help him out if he needed.

Pushing myself off the bench I moved to the kitchen cabinet, pulling down a glass and the bottle of whiskey I kept for occasions such as these. Uncapping the lid I poured two fingers into the glass, swallowing them down in only two mouthfuls, the amber liquid burning as it went down my throat. I looked up at the clock as I poured out a little more alcohol. Only seven hours to take off.


The sound of my boots on the tarmac seemed to magnify in the quiet morning, the fog still hanging low to the ground and the sun only barely peeking out in the horizon. I took a deep breath and watched as it misted out in front of me in the frigid morning air.

I spun around at the call of my name, my eyes landing on Steve, dressed up in his Captain America suit, the cap hanging off one of his wrists. He jogged the last feet between us, bringing me swiftly into his arms, lifting me up slightly off the ground.
“It’s so good to see you!” I said with a genuine smile, having only just realized how much I actually missed him. “Eight months hasn’t changed you a bit.”
He shrugged, releasing me from his grip and standing back, his eyes sweeping over my form.
“It’s changed you though,” He chuckled. “You look good y/n.”
“Thanks,” I murmured, feeling the blush creep over my cheeks.

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anonymous asked:

You know that gifset You posted where Yoongi is talking about how He kept talking with Jimin all night long? Well, headcanon where the reason why He is so happy and all smiles is because They finally revealed to each other their feelings towards the other?

OMG YESYESYES, imagine yoongi laying on his bed, checking on his phone before going to sleep when he feels someone fall flat on his chest. he immediately recognizes jimin’s silver hair and his scent confirms his thoughts. he slowly strokes the younger’s hair as the boy laid on his chest slowly hums in pleasure. after some time, yoongi slowly strokes jimin’s shoulder, murmuring to him that they have to wake up early tomorrow and that he needs to go back to his bed but jimin takes him by surprise when he asks the elder if he remembers they first meet. of course, yoongi remembers, how could he forgot the day when his chest began, for the first time, to erupt into a multitude of fireworks and butterflies at the sight of such a wonderful smile like jimin’s. they keep talking like this all night, forgetting about the time going on and the hoseok’s soft snores coming from the other side of the room, until yoongi takes his phone to check the time and realizes that it’s almost 4 in the morning and that they’ve spent the whole night remembering about their beautiful moments. yoongi is about to remind jimin he has to go to sleep but he finds jimin staring at him, a small smile playing at his lips, and even if it’s dark, yoongi knows the look jimin is giving him. “i love you so much, yoongi. so damn much.” he whispers and that’s when yoongi gets that it’s now or never so he grabs jimin’s neck and slowly puts his lips on jimin’s ones. “i love you too.” yoongi whispers back after pulling back. usually, yoongi would’ve been furious for having only two hours of sleep, but for some reason, these two hours of cuddling tightly his jimin in his sleep felt better than 10 hours of sleep alone in his small bed.

Old Man (Part 2)

Requests: you can’t break my heart like this with Bruce and Bruce brings his girlfriend at the manor to meet everyone

@jadedhillon @whovianayesha @supernovares @too-many-fandoms666 @aenna-4

“20? Bruce what the fuck?” Jason fumed as his fork feel to the floor and his ears turned into a bright red for the anger that was boiling inside of him.

“What’s wrong with my age?” You blinked at him, demanding an answer, or waiting for him to cover up his offense.

“You’re not even legal to begin with, so shut up!” He spit and Bruce had to hold him back from getting up.

Bruce calmly explained for one more time that your relationship was indeed serious and it that wouldn’t have lasted so long if it wasn’t. Your eyes wandered to everyone on the table and landed in his younger son’s who flinched at your sight. You’d be lying if you said you didnt know why though. With a deep sigh and the tightness in your stomach almost bursting you got up from the table and almost ignored Alfred, who spoke in your defense and got to the bathroom.

Your reflection was a mess, the little make up you had on, had made its way down your face. You couldn’t help but let your body shake uncontrollably as you muffled your sobs. Bruce’s sons were right. You could hear the intense fight. Maybe staying in the shadows would have been the best for Bruce and you. Or maybe, maybe not even getting together in the first place. That’d be the best. This relationship was a mistake, because how could you make something work with someone so much older than you. You were a mistake, or at least you felt like that.

You left the manor secretly, just like you always did. Fortunately you were able to hold back your tears while driving or else you were sure, you’d probably be dead by now. Once home, you took off the run down make up from your face, only because it made your skin stink, had a shower and ordered as much pizza as you could afford. Sitting on your couch, you opened your TV and decided to see the only movie that was just starting. Which would later prove to be a bad idea, because who the hell knew a movie with Liam Nelson could make you cry.

Within the week, the burning desire to share your pain and sin with someone made you finally decide to talk to your best friend amd mother. You hadn’t expected a breakdown to come knocking at your door as you were confessing your actions. You were taken aback though that the two other females didn’t seem surprised. Your mother simply told you she knew you were with someone and you could tell both of them were internally freaking out that this someone was Bruce Wayne. You were also taken aback as you realised the could see the truth behind your tears; you had fallen in love with Bruce Wayne. It wasn’t just about the physical sort of your relationship. You had painfully affectionate feelings for him. But according to your mom, if he indeed felt the same as he had told you that night, he’d have contacted you after all these days.

And he didn’t. Another weeks had passed before you were bombarded with the most shocking news. You had just taken your annual blood test and the results only showed that you were, what you hated to admit; pregnant. For two weeks now.Your doctor wrote you down the number of a good gynecologist you could visit and suggested an immediate ultrasound. She told also warned you about morning sickness.

For the first time you felt the need not to call Bruce. You felt that you could do this on your own. It wasn’t until two days later that Bruce called. His voice was stern and it shook you awake from your deep thinking.

“(Y/n), we can’t see each other anymore.” He simply said and sighed afterwards as if he had done the most difficult thing in the world. You knew this was forced, you knew when he was lying and when he wasn’t but this time you didn’t have any right to speak. Yet your heart throbbed in agony and pain. Your kid would be your own responsibility. You’d have to do it alone. And no one could love a late teenager who thought it was thrilling to fall in love with a man loser than her by at least 15 years and get pregnant.

“I didn’t want it to be that way” he added and now, tears formed in your eyes. Your heart ached.

“Don’t you fucking say that. How can you break my heart like this?” You knew that in any other case, you wouldn’t have cried, or let anyone hear your shaky voice. But now you couldn’t talk about the child you were carrying.

“This is for your own protection. If it was about me I’d never let you go and the boys-”

You threw your phone on the wall with force. He was lying once again. But then again, you were just another girl that had fallen for Bruce Wayne. And the kid inside you was yet another kid of his.

B.I | Jinhwan | Seungri | G-Dragon | Jimin Reaction || Girlfriend Waking Up In The Middle Of The Night Because She Had A Nightmare


He turned the night light on as soon as he woke up and turned towards you

“What’s wrong?”
Y/N: “I… I just had a nightmare…”
“You shouldn’t have nightmares with me around”

He hugged you and kissed your forehead. He left the nightlight on and let you lie on his arm so you could fall asleep easier before he, too, drifted off to sleep


His eyes were still closed, but he put his hand on your cheek and softly caressed it while whispering to you

“Did you have a nightmare? It’s ok now. I’m here with you”

You felt better as you snuggled up to him. Feeling his warmth took a lot of the fear away


“Look at me. It was just a bad dream~ You’ve got me here, and I’m one scary man. No one will hurt you or I will deal with them, you know?”

He looks into your eyes and gives you a small, yet reassuring smile.

“Sleep well”


“Hey, you can’t sleep?”
Y/N: “I had a nightmare…”
“Oh, poor thing… I want you to feel better”

He scoots closer to you and embraces you from the back, becoming the big spoon. He kisses your neck and tells you to think of him until you fall asleep


“I know what can help! Let’s have a quick cup of hot chocolate? I will hug and sing for you when you’re ready to sleep again, Okay?”

He proposes and goes to the kitchen to make both of you something warm and sweet to drink. After half an hour, both of you went back to bed and Jimin held you close to him and sung for you quietly like he promised

Hope you liked it~

Good For Something


Rating: T

Summary: A late night conversation that doesn’t really get to the bottom of things. 
It’s hard to explain what’s wrong when you’ve spent so long apart.

AN: Just a little thing I had to get out of my head. Warning: bad mental state and vague allusions to suicidal ideation.

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wundernerd  asked:

Hey idk if it matters but my friends have seen your Junkrat and we all agree it's the best one we've seen. You work on a much more limited budget and time schedule than many other cosplayers and your work is just as good as, if not better than, those people who can devote their every waking moment to cosplay. And that deserves a damn round of applause.

Theirs is literally superior to mine in every aspect like Kendra what is wrong with you

Okay but please imagine Mike slowly growing to tolerate the theater fam

He won’t really talk much at first, but he stops being so secluded during breaks and starts hanging around them more. He’ll go on lunch breaks with them or he’ll drive Ash home.

And after a while he starts cheering for them durning their performances

But after one of his performances everyone is cheering for him, and he looks over at the gang and they’re all happy for him. He walks over, tears in his eyes, they ask him what’s wrong and he says “I’m just so happy I have you guys”
Drive (Alexander/Reader)

Prompt: “Okay fine, I’m in love with you! Is that what you wanted me to say?” “I literally haven’t spoken for the past hour.” maybe lin/reader or alex/reader ?

Author’s Note: I really wanted to make this a lin/reader on an impulse, but the prompt felt really Alex-y. Hence the Alex/reader pairing.

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton/Reader

Summary:  You and Alex have just graduated law school and are headed to Vegas to celebrate. It’s a three day trip from New York to Nevada… what could go wrong?

Rating: PG I guess, unless you think that saying “nazis are bad” warrants a T rating?

Warnings: If you have emetophobia (fear of vomiting), you might be pretty uncomfortable as the reader gets really sick at one point.

Words: 2123 (This is literally my shortest work. These are the numbers of the unemployed, people.)

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anonymous asked:

Why does it matter if some things manly, edd? :/ why can't u be feminine?

Edd: Alright, let me ask you this in another perspective-
Edd: What’s wrong with being Manly??

Edd: And there’s nothing wrong with being feminine!

Nothing personal

Originally posted by ladyeviefrye

(I can’t believe i’m actually posting this. Enjoy ! (sorry for the mistakes, english isn’t my first language))

Evie Frye is avoiding you.

It’s subtle at first, until it isn’t anymore and it let you wondering what you did wrong.

Because you obviously did something wrong, right ? For her attitude towards you to change so abruptly. You try to think of the last time you’ve seen her but the only thing that comes to your mind is a conversation about some Assassin whose name you can’t recollect.
To be perfectly honest, the only thing you remember is that Evie has dimples when she smiles. A fact that isn’t helping you right now (except for making your heart beat a little faster)
Nothing that would explain the neutrality with which she welcomed you two days ago and how she’s fleeing the room everytime you’re both in the same place ever since.

“Did i do something to upset you ?” You finally succeed to ask.

She avoids your gaze but you can see something flickers in her eyes -embarassment, guilt…shame ?
But whatever it is, it’s gone when she finally looks back at you, her face unreadable.

And even before the words pass her lips, you know they’re not the one you would like to hear.

“It’s not personnal. I am your boss, nothing more”

You probably looks like a kicked puppy when Gemma finds you sniffling on her doorstep.
A really sad, really miserable, teary eyed puppy because she’s engulfing you in her arms without a word.

It’s a little comfort to see that Evie avoids other Rooks too. She’s focussed on finding the Piece of Eden and spends most of her time roaming over London or looking over documents and books at her desk with Mr Green -a place you used to occupy not so long ago.

The thought make you jealous. And ashamed.

Henry Green is one of the kindest person you ever met, but you can’t help it : seeing him spending so many time with Evie -when you’re not- make your heart clenches in jealousy.

Besides, it’s not like Evie and you were actually, a… well, you know. You thought she considered you as a friend -and you had hope for more- but you,apparently, couldn’t had been more wrong.

“It’s nothing personal.”

Well, for you it bloody is.

The other Rooks are doing their best to cheer you up. They don’t really understand her change of heart either.

“Don’t fret too much over it, love,” Gemma tells you while squeezing your shoulder gently.

“Yeah”, Thomas adds, passing you a glass of beer before ruffling your hair,“ you still have us !”

You almost tear up at this. You didn’t know when it happened but you had found a family in the Rooks.

A weird, big, you’re-not-sure-how-it-works-but-it-actually-does family.

“Thank you.” You say, and you mean it.

“What’s with that face love ? Looks like someone stole your kitten !”

Jacob let’s himself fall in the chair near Gemma, a tankard in his hands and a smirk on his lips.

You frown but Gemma is faster than you.

“Pigeon is safe and sound at home,boss” She says with a big smile, more for you than for him.

Jacob snorts in his beer, and you can see him mouthing the word Pigeon. You know you can’t really blame him though. Truth is that the poor thing you saved from drowning a month ago couldn’t meow even if her life depended on it. The sounds that escaped her mouth sounded more like cooing, hence the name. Which didn’t seem as much as good idea now that it did then.

But still, Pigeon is your pride and joy, and even Evie had smile when you had told her her name…

You look down at the glass in your hands, unaware of the small sigh that escapes your lips.

The others hear it though, and Jacob gives you a broad smile.

“I know the exact thing  to help you chee…”

“If you’re thinking about taking her in a fight club again, i’ll make sure you won’t be able to get children, boss” Gemma leans subtly -and it’s not that subtle, because it’s Gemma- over him with a dark look.

You both wince,Jacob at the threat and you at the memory.

The first (and only) time Jacob had took you to a fight club had been a… well… Definitiely an experience had been how Jacob had described it. Five broken fingers, a fractured rib and a concussion had been the doctor version.

“I’ll take note” Jacob says while prudently moving his chair an inch further away from her.

They can say what they want about Jacob Frye, but he’s not stupid. Only people with a death wish try to argue with someone that is two heads taller than them and could probably crash their skull with their bare hands.

“I might have something though. That doesn’t require fighting”, he adds quicly.

He’s eyeing Gemma, waiting for her reaction more than yours. She nods and you can see the tension in Jacob’s shoulder disappears.

He pull out an envelopp from his pocket and hands it over the table.

“You need to give those papers to one of our informant. Evie is busy and I…Well, I’m busy too.”

You glance at his hand before looking him straight in the eye.

“You don’t want to do it, am I wrong ?”

“I really don’t want to do it. Look, it’s a win-win situation! I have better things to do and you could use a distraction. Besides,” he adds while raising his brows suggestively “who can I ask if not my best messenger ?”

You sigh. He’s right. You do need the disctraction. And you are his bestmessenger.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

“They’re right you know,"Jacob says to you as you all leave the pub, Gemma behind you, Thomas on her shoulder,” Don’t torment yourself with it. My sister can be really stupid when she wants to.“

He sees you’re skeptical face and he laughs, putting his arm around your shoulders.

"It’s true ! It’s a family trait.” He tells you in a confident tone. Or at least this is what you think it is, it’s hard to tell with his slurring.

That might be a possibility, you manage to think before he stumbles over his own feet and drag you down with him.

“I thought M.or Miss Frye would have been the one to come” the man says nervously.

He’s sweating profusely, wipping his forehead with a handkerchief that is already soaked.

Why did i thought this was a good idea again ? You ask yourself, holding back the sigh that threatens to leave your lips.

This job is a nightmare. You’re sure your head is about to explode and it’s a miracle you actually suceeded to arrive to the meeting place. What you want right now is to curl up in a hole and die. Not having a man looking at you like he has been promised ten thousand pounds and but is getting chocolate coins instead.

“I had precisely asked for them to meet me, why are they sending someone else…” He’s mumbling to himself, looking everywhere but at you.

God, you’re to hungovered for this kind of bollocks.

“Look, Mr…”


“Whatever”, you groan,“If you’re not happy with this, you can find the Frye Twins yourself. They asked me to deliver this, I’m delivering. I’m not the one who takes the complaints. So are you going to take it or not ?” You add while waving the envelopp in front of him.

“What ? Oh… I… No, I mean…Yes, I…”

His fingers are trembling when they take the envelopp and it’s a miracle he doesn’t drop it.

There’s clearly something wrong with this man.

“It was supposed to be the Frye Twins… I’m so sorry”

“For fuck sake I get it, it was supposed to be…”



You can feel the bullet brush past against your ear as you throw yourself on the ground.

There’s a reason you’re the Frye’s best messenger. You’re an amazing runner and you know how to blend in the crowd if needed. Sadly there’s no crowd right now, only terrified passers-by that get away from you the moment they see you. So you can only count on running this time, and oh boy do you run, faster than you never have been, like the devil is hot on your heels. Which, is kinda the case.

There’s nothing better to sobber up than having a group of armed Blighters chasing you.

Gunshots echo in the streets, and it’s a miracle that no bullets hit you.  You take a turn on the left, almost hitting a wall as you do, praying to find some Rooks at the end of the alley, some policemen, anyone, anything, that could help you get rid of your assailants.

What you find isn’t what you expected and you stop before falling. You frantically look around you, before looking down. This is the only escape.

This probably means death, a small voice in your head remarks.

There are shoutings behind you.

So does being shot, a louder voice responds.

You take a deep breath and jump

The first thing that crosses your mind when you get out of the Thames is that you probably know how Pigeon felt when you got her out of the river : happy to be alive, and fucking drenched.

The second thing is that, whatever the Thames is, it definitely cannot be considered as water.

You’re trying to act nonchalantly as you make your way to the train station, bystanders watching you incredulously as you walk pass them.

Not gonna lie, it would be easier without the dead fish in your left shoe.

The twins are arguing when you enter the car train. And by arguing you mean Evie is shouting at her brother. It’s a sight to behold, seeing her like that, all rage and fury lashing out at Jacob. It’s a side of her you’ve never seen, and it’s terryfing. You almost turn around until you hear your name being throw out in the conversation. Wait… Is she worrying for you ?

You clear your throat but end up coughing instead, the pungent taste of the Tames coming in your mouth.

They turn to you and Jacob’s face lighten up with a broad smile. But Evie freezes the moment she spots you.

“Hm… Hello ?” you chuckle embarassly, waving your hand a little.

Jacob turns to his sister, who still hasn’t move and is still staring at you.

“Ha, you see, i told you she was smarter than a bunch of … Wait” he stops, frowning,“did you fell into the Thames ?”

You look at your clothes, slighty embarassed.

“More like jumped, it’s a long st…”

Evie is crushing you onto her chest before you can finish your sentence, holding your tight and lays her head on your shoulder.

And she bursts into tears.

It takes some time to the information to access your confused brain, but when it does, all your muscles stiffen.

There’s an overwhelming silence, only broke by Evie’s sobs.

You look at Jacob, uncertain of what to do, but he’s staring at you with bewilderment, his eyes switching from the back of his sister to your face.

“Wait, what ?”

Evie’s mumbling something but it’s lost between her hiccups and tears. You concentrate, trying to decipher what she’s saying.

“I’m sorry.”

“I… hum… me too ?”

You pat her back akwardly, trying to ignore Jacob snorts.

“No, no…”

She raises her head, looking intensely at you. Her eyes are red, her face soaked with tears and a runny nose but what strikes you more is the remorse written plain as day on her face.

“You don’t understand. I thought i would never see you again ! I thought you were dead !”

She almost chokes on the last word, her tears redoubling.

“I was so stupid”, She continues before you can say something, “I thought that keeping my distance from you would help me, but it only made things more difficult, and I couldn’t bare… the thought of losing you without you knowing was to much…”

“Knowing what ?” You ask, completly lost

“That I love you !”

Behind you, Jacob whistles but you don’t notice.

All your attention is focus on Evie, Evie and her words that are setting every part of you ablaze.

“You love me ?” you repeat, blinking.

Evie nodds vigorously, bitting her lips.

“I always have”, she confesses in a small chuckle.

It’s all you had to know.

Your hands are on her cheeks and her lips are on hers before you can think and she responds just as quick.

It’s wasn’t technically a great kiss, you’ll tell yourself later. It was wet and sticky, and you were drenched and smelly. But it had warmed you from head to toes, made your heart explode and when you break it, you wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

There’s a cough behind Evie.

“Just pretend I’m not here…”

“Go away Jacob” Evie says, resting her forehead against yours.

You close your eyes, savouring the moment. You can hear the ruffles of a coat as Jacob whispers something to his sister, the sound of her hand punching his shoulder and his laugh as he leaves the car.

You both stays like that during what seems an eternity, taking comfort in each other’s presence.

“I’m sorry” she whispers, breaking the comfortable silence.

“You’re forgiven”, you whispers back, squeezing her nose gently.

She chuckles, leaving a quick kiss on your lips.

“So what now ?”

“Maybe a bath would be a great idea.”

“Maybe,” she agreed, wrinkling her nose" You look as bad as Pigeon did when you found her"

“Hey, not as bad !”

“You’re right, my apologies. You look worse.”

“You sure know how to talk to a lady, don’t you ?”

She laughs, a sound you had come to miss so much.

“I don’t see any lady here.”

“Wow, rude !”

“Sorry” she smiles while intertwining your fingers with hers,“Come on, before you catch a cold. Or whatever disease those waters carry.”

You pause for a moment.

“Will you take it with me ?”

“Maybe once we refill it with clear water.”

“Fair enough.”

Shaky Hands and Heart

Request: Could you do a fanfiction where Newt has a panic attack and the reader calms him down. I love all your other fanfictions!!! 😍😍😍

~I have had panic attacks before, so I used my own experience as a reference, kind of. Thank you for requesting and liking my writing! It means a lot. :) I hope you enjoy!~

You climbed down into the case and started walking around, trying to find Newt. It was getting close to time for you to sleep, you were really tired from the day’s events.

“Newt?” you called out, searching for him. Hearing his voice from nearby, you turned and followed it.

You cleared some bushes out of the way and saw Newt pacing around the Bowtruckle tree, looking around frantically.

“Newt? Love, what’s wrong?” you asked, walking over to him.

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anonymous asked:

do you support plastic surgery over learning to love yourself?

ugh i hate that this is a thing. i’m sorry, but the phrasing of this question just irritates me. why does getting plastic surgery have to mean you don’t love yourself? getting plastic surgery to correct a feature you’ve always been insecure about or just don’t like isn’t equivalent to ‘not loving yourself’ … like that’s a whole other thing. you can love yourself 100% and still want to get something done, for whatever reason you may have. OBVIOUSLY plastic surgery isn’t a way of healing your inner self confidence issues that lie deeper than that, and it shouldn’t be seen as such, because it’s just simply not. it isn’t meant to magically make you love yourself. but i don’t see what’s wrong with fixing a little thing that you’d like to change about yourself, while STILL loving yourself regardless, before and after surgery.

Don’t Freak Out

(Ivar x Reader)

part 1

Warnings: smut, oral

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk @shesafreesoul @emrysaaryn @alexa040004

“How are you feeling?” You ask, changing the bandage on his wound to prevent infection. It looked a lot better than yesterday and definitely better than the day before when he almost bled to death.  

“Good.” You roll your eyes at his short and rather cold answer and get up after you’re finished.  

“Well stay in bed till it’s healed.”  

“Wait.” He props himself up on the bed, resting his weight on his elbows.

“What’s wrong?”  

“I need to ask you something.”  

“Alright.” You step a bit closer to the bed, tilting your head as you look at him and wait for his question. It was rare for him to talk to you first, even rarer to ask you something.  

“Would you sleep with me?”  


“I mean sex, would you have…”  

“I know what you mean! Why would you ask me that?!” You stare at him in disbelief, unsure of what to say. How were you supposed to react to a question like that? You didn’t hate him but you never had been friends either, not even close. The question came more than surprising to say the least. He could have ask any other girl and yet he chose to ask you of all people. The one who was going to say no without a doubt, so why?  

“It was just a question don’t freak out. Never mind really, just leave.”

“Why? Why ask me?”  

“Does it matter?”  


“Because I thought I couldn’t have sex but when you were stradling me I…you know.”  

You open your mouth in an attempt to say something but didn’t know what exactly you wanted to say. Should you feel flattered, angry, mad?  

“So you want to fuck me to prove yourself otherwise?” Your tone got more hostile than you intended it to be and you saw him tensing for a moment.

“No I asked you because you’re a pain in the ass, always arguing with me about any and everything. You drive me insane, always have and there’s no one else around that gets me so damn mad every time. And yet you’re the only I’d ask, simply because you’re the only one I’m interested in.” He looked shocked himself after he was finished and so did you.  

Your first instinct was to get out of the room, your second to slap him. You did neither of those.  

“Lay back.” You move over, sitting on top of him while you fumble around with his trousers and pull them down.  

You pump his cock a few times until you feel him getting hard in your hand. You let go, instead using your tongue to lick up his shaft. Letting your tongue slowly glide up and down a few times, you take the tip into your mouth and begin to suck lightly at it. You take more of him in until his cock hits the back of your throat with its full length. When he starts bucking up his hips, you let his cock fall from your mouth with a popping sound and position yourself on top of him instead.  

You push down, both of you moaning at the same time as he slides into you completely. You place your hands on his shoulders and begin rocking back and forth in a slow tempo. After a while Ivar grabs your hips, moving you in sync with his own thrusts that become harder and faster by the second. You moan when you feel him twitching inside you, both of you close to your orgasms. He cums first, spilling his hot arousal deep inside you, bringing you over the edge as well as he does so. You roll over to catch your breath for a moment before you sit up in bed, ready to leave.  

“Stay.” You turn your head to look at him and are surprised when you see the genuine and hopeful look in his eyes. You take his cheek in you hand for a moment, brushing your fingers along his skin before you lie back down and wrap your arms around him with your head on his chest.