#she has acne when she has no makeup because yes

[pumpkster]

my fav anime girl

[flippinpancakes64]

can you write cullens x reader who is insecure about their acne? 😽

The Cullens with a reader who is insecure about their acne

Again with you people being inside my walls. I’m convinced someone has a camera in here.

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He thinks you’re perfect either way

He loves you, acne or not

He’s rich so if you want to do like a chemical peel or something else that’s expensive but will help with the acne he will do it no questions asked

And yes you can use his cold hands if your face starts to burn up from it

He hears what people think, but he doesn’t tell you

And if anyone tries to say something to you they are getting decked

Alice:

This is her department

She’s all about fashion and makeup, i feel like she knows about skincare too

She does everything she can to help you

Creams, treatments, washes

But she’s also very clear that she loves you no matter what

She’s helping you because you want the help

She also doesn’t lead you on with false hope

“I just saw that this cream doesn’t actually help you much in the future, so let’s try something else”

Jasper:

Genuinely doesn’t notice

He just sees you, feels your beautiful emotions, and loves you

But he definitely understands the most out of everyone

He has all of his scars that he hates but he can’t control

On really bad days, he uses his ability to help you feel better

But again he’s super supportive in anything that you try to help get rid of your acne

He reads up a bit on what’s supposed to help the most and he tries to do that

But more than anything he’s very understanding

Rosalie:

She is perfect, so you’re a little hesitant to bring up your insecurities around her

But she’s so nice

She keeps up with beauty trends and products throughout the years, so she has some stuff for you to try

She will do anything with you

You feel weird about using this new product? She’ll get in the bathroom with you and put it on too

And don’t even get me started on people at school

I’ve already established she will kill someone for being mean to you

That still applies here

Emmett:

He feels a lil crazy

He genuinely didn’t even notice that you had acne

Bro thought it was freckles or moles or smthn

So when you start complaining about it saying you hate it he’s like “no you’re perfect i love your birthmarks”

Cue the deadpan from you

He just steps back from that side of things

He lets you handle that cause he doesn’t know what he’s talking about lol

But he will beat a bitch up for you so you have that going at least

Esme:

She knows the struggle

I feel like she probably had pretty bad acne for a while when she was a teenager

She tells you all of the things that used to help her

She’s there for you every step of the way

Constantly reassuring you that she still finds you attractive no matter what

And yes she will fund any treatment you want to try

She just loves you and wants you to be happy

Carlisle:

Just looked it up, he is a surgeon (meow 😼 yummy)

So dermatology is not his strong suit

But working in a small town he has to know a little about everything

So he can help you on the surface level (telling you to wash your face, what foods to avoid, etc)

But he’s much quicker to schedule you an appointment with an actual dermatologist

But again, this only happens if you expressly state that you hate your acne and want it fixed

You don’t have to change anything for him

Vampire! Bella:

Some kids used to call her pizza face in middle school

So she knows the feeling

Nothing ever worked for her tho so she doesn’t really know how to help

It just sort of evened out as she got older

But she’s supportive with whatever you want to do

Or don’t want to do

If you never try anything to get rid of your acne then she’s okay

She loves you for you and you don’t need to change anything for her

[hondacivicbrain]

I’ve been seeing a lot of discussion about Clarisse’s casting in the PJO show that basically boils down to “anyone can be ugly if they have a mean personality.” And like yes, that’s true, but "ugly" people also exist (by ugly, I mean not conventionally attractive). let ugly people be ugly (so long as their ugliness is not a reflection of wider prejudice - ie, if only the evil characters are fat, that’s bad).

This bothers me especially because there is no representation for tall, broad, fat, “ugly” preteen and teenage girls, at least not any that isn’t centered around them becoming beautiful. I don’t think ugliness is a bad word on its own. making a character who rejects femininity and is described as ugly both pretty and feminine isn’t making some kind of statement about how pretty people can be mean too, especially because Clarisse is ultimately redeemed.

For her character to be ugly and mean at the start of the story and end still "ugly" (by conventional standards of femininity) and nice means that her character growth is about her personality - and that her looks were never a reflection of her morality.

It's true that you can be pretty while rejecting femininity, but the way Clarisse is styled in the show (in my opinion) is too feminine. Her appearance is too put together, too subtly feminine, for how she's described in the books. This is no shade to Dior! I actually think she does a great job as Clarisse and I look forward to seeing more of her. But tv and movies have a long history of casting attractive women only to call their characters unattractive, thus reinforcing harmful stereotypes about what is and isn’t beautiful, instead of casting actually *average* looking women.

THAT is the representation my middle school self is aching for. I want a middle schooler who’s taller than all her friends, who’s got a belly, who looks awkward in dresses because of her build, who’s wider than her male friends, who's going through puberty faster than her friends, who has acne and doesn’t wear makeup and doesn’t understand what femininity is and dresses like a Tom boy. These traits aren't ugly. They're normal. They're just not aesthetically attractive, so they are invariably erased from media.

Where is my preteen girl in basketball shorts because the shorts available to girls are too revealing for someone of her size? Where is my teenager who has been told, explicitly or otherwise, that she doesn't conform to beauty standards, so she refuses to wear dresses or skirts? Where is the girl who knows she's "ugly" and doesn't care? Where is the one who never cared until someone told her, and suddenly she wishes to be skinny and slender and not broad-shoulder and not tall and to look like her mom instead of being told she looks like her dad?

I'm all for diversity in casting because people are diverse. But body type - and not just visually appealing or acceptable body types - is part of diversity to. Annabeth’s appearance has virtually no impact on her character, and Leah carries her perfectly. For Clarisse and others like Piper, their appearance is INCREDIBLY relevant to their characters.

Let “ugly” girls be ugly. Combatting fatphobia - which also includes normal sized women and broad shoulders, because the fashion industry has labelled all non-models as fat - in media is not just about showing non-skinny people as attractive. It’s about showing non-skinny people as EXISTING. and being valid for that alone, outside of their moral or aesthetic value.

I can only think of one actress who’s roughly my build. I can think of zero times I watched media aimed for kids and saw a kid my size. Diversity is not just an aesthetic designed to be palatable. Casting characters with ugly personalities as beautiful people when the character in question will go through a redemption isn't the slay some people think because it's still reinforcing the idea that looks have moral value. I rarely see characters without aesthetic attractiveness nowadays, not ones who are on the hero's side; when it comes to children, when I say attractiveness I mean the way a child in a clothing ad looks cute and cheerful, not romantic/sexual attractiveness. For children especially, body positivity is far less important than body neutrality - the idea that their bodies don't have morality or attractive value attached.

What's most important to me is that "ugly" and unfeminine preteen and teenage girls see themselves represented neutrally, in a way I can't recall ever seeing myself.

I don't mean to hate on Dior. I really do think she's excellent as Clarisse. This is just my perspective, as an "ugly," tall, broad-shouldered, chubby former middle school girl who would've loved to see someone who looked like me.

[b1ackgh0st]

Writing as many HCs for Trolls characters as humanly possible!

Starting off strong with the Snack Pack + Poppy & Branch!

♡Poppy♡

She was a later bloomer. Most (pop) trolls have a little bit of tit, but she was flat as Branch's voice at the beginning of the first movie.

Had a toxic best friend at one point. Nobody liked Poppy when she was young, but as soon as she became an adult, she was mote liked than anyone else.

Prefers black coffee over any other kind

Her favorite flavour is strawberry!

Even though she likes almost any flavour, any candy she has that's lemon or watermelon she gives to Branch because he is very addicted.

Speaking of which, she can't stomach spicy food at all and tends to projectile vomit.

Gets sick pretty easily, but won't admit it.

No one knows how she does it, but she can appear almost instantly. Whether it's in Branch's room at midnight or behind anyone in a crowded area, it's alarming.

Not physically violent.

However...

Poppy is deranged AF!

She will verbally and mentally threaten people... and lord it's probably scary.

Too much of a morning person

By that, I mean she wakes up at around 3 am everyday after falling asleep at around 7 pm and starts her daily routine.

Refuses to wear make-up

Has never had acne or anything similar

Most Pop Trolls, Poppy included, have extream hair growth. She has to shave her legs daily.

Has literally no skincare routine

Unfortunately, she has to make her own shampoo because anything she can find in shops doesn't work and just causes dead ends and very greasy hair.

Very fidgety ADHD-er

□Branch□

Branch has the most excessive skincare routine ever

Wears A LOT of makeup to hide scars and stuff

Breaks out really easily

Autistic! Not Yay!

Or maybe it is Yay

Anyways, he had problems with bright lights, loud sounds, being close to other people, some kinds fo texture, and some scents

Has around seventy homemade candles around the bunker, all scented slightly different.

Most of them smell like citrus

Sucks at making coffee at home, therefore his coffee orders are pretty specific.

Despite going back onto society, he's still a feral troll.

Which means that, while pop trolls are omnivores who need lots of plants and sweets in their diet, Branch's diet is almost exclusively meat, sweets, and breads.

Has bitten Poppy before. (It was an accident, I promise. No trolls were harmed.)

While he may not overreact on safty stuff or the Bergens anymore, he' started overreacting to everything else.

Oh, Guy tripped and scraped his knee? GET HIM TO THE DOCTOR HE'S DYING!

Mr. Dinkles is lost again? HE COULD BE ANYWHERE WE'LL NEVER MIND HIM!

Yeah.

Insomniac, unfortunately.

Biggie!!

Eats bugs. (Small stuff like ants)

Also kind of deranged.

Or he had some undiagnosed mental stuff

Prefers tea

Also has ADHD

I ddont really have much since he's pretty perfect when it comes to the movies and his character-

SMIDGE

Oldest in the gang, actually

She's thirty-eight, and witness Poppy hatching UP CLOSE

Poppy kind of sees her as a mother figure, mostly because Poppy never had a mother.

Smidge tried to have a kid once (yes, it was Milton's.), but it was a miscarriage

Her short stature and abnormal strength is actually a very rare genetic phenomenon

She used to have a really smooth, "feminine" voice,but after years of working out and screaming at the top of her lungs, her voice is scratchy now

Wants to do speech therapy to try and get her old voice back, but... well, Pop Village doesn't have stuff like that.

Has low self-esteem

Has been married to Milton for about a year (By the end of TBT)

Only drinks energy drinks, always Cherry flavour. (Or something similar)

Just a little crazy, but aren't we all?

The reason she's so close to Poppy is because right before the tunnel thing to get away from the Bergens, she worked with Peppy.

Won't continue with that.

Enjoys playfully bullying Suki because she's the only one who doesn't take it seriously.

Guy Diamond ◇

Oh man

Did NOT get enough attention as a kid

His parents were either too busy, and were both taken while running through the tunnels

Sky Toronto (From TBGO and Trollstopia) is his uncle, but neither of them know that

The only clothes he'd ever wear would be a scarf and leg warmers, maybe gloves.

Either he just dislikes it or he's genuinely afraid of it, he won't drink alcohol.

Secretly likes to eat things that aren't really edible

Also, scroll past this if you wanna because imma explain how it's not awkward that the glitter trolls are almost all naked.

So, since Glitter trolls are a subspecies, one which probably derived from a tribe long ago, their anatomy is a little different

They have protective slits that hide their genitals until needed

Essentially, the glitter trolls that have dicks.. their disks are hidden kn that slit, and will start to come out when said glitter troll is aroused.

For the one that don't, the slit will just start to open on it's own

Having a cock or not doesn't decide the gender of a Pop Troll, BTW!!

Cooper & Darnell

Darnell yassified him.

He ended up with silver tattoos on one arm, multiple silver bracelets, necklaces, and earrings, and silver dread cuffs

C & D spend a lot of time together

C had a hard time deciding, but ultimately chose to stay woth the Funk Tribe and his family rather than with the Pop Trolls

He stolll visits them <3

I'll make more later, dw.

[petarabbit2]

Realistic Deuce Spade + Headcanons

Deuce Spade + Realistic artwork done with Art Breeder and edited in Clip Art Studio:

Ready to meet the goodest boy? I am. (always)

Sidenote: When headcanoning Deuce and all my other characters I take both factual and some of my personal thoughts/beliefs of the character to construct my headcanons.

Back to my rendition, I didn't give deuce any flaws necessarily (moles, acne, freckles, etc.) since I can not picture deuce with bad skin and he just seems like he tries to keep himself tidy and neat after being accepted into NRC. (Even if he did have a bit, after his change in behaviour he would try to fix it to again look more tidy and put together).

However, it's not shown in the art since it's not to that level of detail but he has a couple of past holes in his ears from piercings and he has a reverse tramp stamp above his yk yk from his rebellious days. How’d he got it without being of age? Idk really but probs a fake ID or something. Anyways it's just a simple design I chose from pinterest which i'll draw him with someday but it's basically just a spikey sorta design?? Idk how to describe it.

I also made this deuce half asian, Japanese to be precise, as I have seen a lot of people headcanon it, plus it makes sense to the extent that a sign of rebellion in Japanese households is dying hair which deuce mentions he did back in middle school.

For his features, Deuce has hooded eyes, a bit thinner and higher eyebrows, a straight nose that is upturned at the end, sorta longer eyelashes and an upside down triangle face shape, most of this is taken from his character model but taking some liberties to make the cast more diverse in terms of appearance.

For his body its a trapezoid shape so wider shoulders and a smaller waist, however he has pretty muscular legs (from track and field) and I’m caking my boy up 🫡. He has just regular size hands and feet but slightly longer fingers.

Aw yes, another slight british accent, sorry not sorry 🤭 – used to use heavy slang but stopped after getting accepted into NRC but it slips out here and there.

Without & With Face Makeup:

Personality and backstory headcanons + a bit of character analysis:

Deuce, like Ace, is one of the first characters/friends we meet in the game, he is presumed to be a very sensible and hardworking student (which he does try very hard to be) but always ends up getting himself into trouble. We later learn of his past as a delinquent which we can connect to his still aggressive nature towards hostile people who threaten him or his friends. I haven't seen much extreme mischaracterisation of Deuce personally because he's an extremely hard character to mischarcterise as the game is very straight forward with his presentation and past.

But diving deeper into his character we can discover why he's the way he is. Its cannon that his parents are split with his father completely out of the picture, and we never hear of a grandfather (maybe due to another divorce or death) so he grew up around all women which in theory is great for a boy since they learn all about how exactly to care for them but can also be straining.

Even if Deuce loved his mother and vice versa, he still would have wanted a father figure, which could be why he became a delinquent. Obviously the other delinquents were either kids of his age or a bit older which were the only ones in his eyes that could maybe fill in that role as a father figure. I know it's canon he became a delinquent because of his slow learning, feeling the need to just not try at all but subconsciously, it could have meant more to him.

When he heard his mother on the phone crying about if she's raising him wrong, if she’s a bad mother, etc. it made Deuce realise what he's been doing, that he's been taking the easy way out of things. Even though he probably didn't (and still to this day) realise he was hanging around the older delinquents because he saw them as potential father figures. (help my boy plsssssssss)

We all already know Deuce is a big mama's boy, not the sharpest tool in the shed and can have a bit of a temper when provoked, I believe Deuce is also emotionally aware of his friends. Women are known to be the more emotionally aware and supportive gender stereotype, and with Deuce only being around them he must've found his foreground (we using the big english essay words) on being able to see when someone is upset and/or mad at him or something. Even though he may be able to see it he might be a bit awkward with the comfort as again, he's still an awkward teen. 

With deep conversations, he will try his absolute best to understand and will ask questions to further his knowledge on the topic even though he might not completely get it. He would never try to avoid or show immediate distaste for these conversations because he feels he really gets to know the type of person you are based on them (Ace learn something from Deuce). 

Deuce appreciates quality time with friends alot, and especially appreciates people he knows are there for him as well as those who he knows he could tell anything to and would never be judged. He probably had to fake things about his childhood and personality to his old delinquent friends and never really realised it until he got real supportive friends like Ace, Grim and Yuu.

My editor/assistant cause I can’t grammar or spell to save my life: @cyb3rpnnk 

SIDENOTE: DO NOT REPOST MY REALISTIC RENDITION OF DEUCE OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER I DO AS YOUR OWN. EVEN THOUGH THE BASE WAS MADE WITH AI IT IS STILL MY CREATION!

However you are permitied to use my headcanoing as your own for art or stories or whatever, just not my realistic rendition.

Also if you want realistic dating headcanons with the cast please leave a comment and I might do it! Btw if I do, these headcanons will be based on my normal headcanons of the characters.

[niki-phoria]

AGAIN YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING 😭🫶🏽🫶🏽 LIKE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH THAT WAS SO CUTE AND YEA DEFINITELY SHOULD MAKE IT INTO A SERIOUS OR JUST DO PART 3 OF M/R MEETING THE ENYPHEN MEMBERS!!!🫶🏽🫶🏽

I'm so glad I request the Niki x male reader because it's so cute 😍😭 again I know I said this in my last ask but THANK YOOU YOUU FOR WRITING MY REQUEST😔🫶🏽 Like your such an amazing writer 😩

Have a great day 🧸🫶🏽

pairing: niki x idol!male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.7k

includes: blushy niki, reader is shorter than him, still can't decide if i want reader to be a soloist or part of a group but i'm leaning towards soloist, this was supposed to be meeting enha but it turned into just another date with niki whoops

a/n: i'm so glad you liked the first two parts !! thank you so much, all of your compliments mean so much to me <33 i'm gonna keep going with this as a series until i run out of ideas (i have plans for meeting the rest of enha and a collaboration but if anyone has any other ideas pls lmk !!) i hope you like it :))

PART 01 / PART TWO / PART THREE

requests open !! read my rules first

niki has never been so excited to enter a dance studio before. he plays with his fingers as he pulls his mask further up over his face, greeting the receptionist with a small bow. “hello!” she greets with a smile. “are you here for y/n?” 

“yes.” 

“he’s in studio c on the third floor.” 

“thank you,” niki bows, shoving his hands further into his pockets as he makes his way to the elevator. he lets out a small sigh of relief when the doors close in front of him, leaving him alone in the confined space.

he leans forwards to check himself in the reflective surface. his hair is slightly disheveled and he’s barefaced leaving a few acne scars and natural redness on his face exposed. niki isn’t given any time to overthink his appearance when the elevator dings as the doors open. he tugs at the strap of his bag nervously before exiting. 

after passing by a few empty rooms he finally finds it. studio c. he can hear the faint sound of a song playing as he gently knocks on the door. 

to niki’s surprise, it swings open just a few seconds later. you’re quick to throw your arms around him, tugging him down into a tight hug. “niki!” 

“y/n,” he smiles, catching himself by wrapping his arms around your waist. you’re wearing a random t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants but you still look as handsome as you do on stage. your hair is even messier than his; likely from hours of dancing. without makeup niki can see your face more clearly. he takes note of each mark on your face - freckle, mole, acne, and everything else. 

you pull him down to press a chaste kiss against his cheek before you tug him further into the room. niki sets his bag down in a corner before walking over to join you in front of the mirror. “we just finished the choreography, if you want to see it.” 

“i’d love to.” niki moves to sit with his back against the mirror to watch you as you watch him with a flustered smile. he raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint just barely noticeable in his eyes. “you can perform in front of thousands of people but you can’t do a routine in front of your boyfriend?” 

“you make me nervous,” you admit, avoiding eye contact for a second. your confession makes a small flush spread across niki’s face. he can nearly feel his ears burning red when you smile at him. he doesn’t dare to look behind himself in the mirror and risk seeing just how bad the blush on his face is.

after a few seconds of mentally preparing yourself, you slowly begin the routine. your steps are precise - years of footwork and experience shining through in each aspect of your performance. niki finds himself entranced by you. the effect you have on him through a screen is amplified when you’re standing in front of him; dancing only for him. even in an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants he’s sure you would never wear in front of any cameras, you almost lure him in with each step, nearly daring him to fall deeper in love.

from the choreography niki can tell the song is about three minutes long. each step is individually sharp but your motions remain fluid - flowing into each other seemingly effortlessly. he finds himself lost in thought as he stares up at you from the floor, still staring at you despite you having already finished the routine.

“you’re so cute,” your voice pulls him out of his thoughts. 

“ah, you can’t do this to me,” niki laughs as he covers his face with his hands. through the cracks between his fingers he can see you kneel down in front of him, coaxing his hands away. 

“i’m sorry, baby,” you chuckle. niki’s blush only deepens as you lean forwards to pull him into a sweet kiss. it’s short - barely lasting longer than a quick peck - but it’s still enough to make both of you break out into large smiles. “my apology, for flustering you.” 

“maybe i should let you fluster me more,” niki mumbles. you laugh again, giving him enough time to quickly lean forwards and press yet another kiss against your cheek. 

a few seconds of silence falls over the room as you stare at each other with small smiles. it’s only interrupted when your manager knocks on the door before cracking it open slightly. “oh, sorry to interrupt,” she says, leaning against the door to hold it open. she holds a phone out for you to take. “we want you to go live. we were hoping you could do it now.” 

you glance back at niki for a second, almost looking for confirmation. he gives it in a slight nod before you turn back to your manager. “yeah, sure. is it okay if niki joins me?” 

“that’s fine,” she pushes her thick rimmed glasses back up against her nose as she flashes him a small smile. “you two have fun.”

“thanks,” you call as she pulls the door shut behind her once again. you walk over, setting the phone up on a table so it’s angled across the room and away from the door. “we can just do a dance live. you know, hang out for a while.” 

“that’s fine with me,” niki nods. you open weverse, beginning a live before coaxing niki to walk over to stand in front of the camera beside you. he watches as the numbers quickly rise. tens become hundreds become thousands in a matter of seconds. 

“hi everyone,” you smile. “do you want to introduce yourself?” 

niki bows slightly as he waves to the camera. “hello, i am enhypen’s niki, it’s nice to meet you.” 

his eyes fixate on the comments that scroll past you on the side of the screen. it’s impossible to read each one as they pass by but even so he can pick out a few noticeable ones. 

“omg niki !!”

“ynki for the win”

“MY ULTS ARE TOGETHER SJKLNS”

he can’t help the small smile that spreads across his face as he continues reading supportive comment after comment. at some point you stop focusing on the stream entirely, turning your attention to the boy beside you. you’re hyper aware of the camera filming you as you watch him. his small, slowly growing smile, the light flush on his face, the way he unconsciously bites his bottom lip between his teeth. 

niki only notices your staring when a comment about it catches his eye. when he glances over at you you’ve refocused on the comment stream once again, searching for a song request. “they want you to teach me a choreography,” you read. 

“any specific one?” he asks. 

a plethora of song requests flow past him. nearly every song under both of your catalogs is suggested, as well as songs neither of you made nor know the choreography to. “blessed-cursed?” you read. you miss the various reactions people leave as you turn to face niki. he nods, moving away from the table so his entire body is in view. you readjust the position of the phone to make sure he’s in frame before joining him in the center of the room. 

“wake up, ije nuneul tteo,” he mumbles as he slowly begins demonstrating the steps. you follow his lead, watching him through the mirror. “gajja chukbok sogeseo, i wanna be, wanna be, on my way, i bet.” 

“nal gaduneun gyeonggyeseon,” you join in. niki smiles at you through the mirror as he continues, harmonizing with you. “ne rul ttawin jibeochiwo, i wanna be, way, i bet.” 

“that was good,” he says. 

you look away with a flustered smile. “thank you.” 

“let’s keep going,” he says, moving onto the first verse. 

an hour passes by quicker than you expected. then two. and then three. 

soon enough, you’re both exhausted. an unspoken agreement passes between you as you lean against the table. niki is quick to rejoin you in front of the camera. he finds himself reading the comments once again as you talk. 

“ynki ynki ynki”

“they’re so cute!!”

“they would be so cute together :((”

a light flush spreads across his face as he reads through multiple comments talking about how cute you would be as a couple. you reach over underneath the table to grab his hand, squeezing it in yours. it’s a comforting gesture that makes warmth spread through him immediately. 

he looks over at you with a small smile as you wave to the camera, leaning over so your head leans against the side of his. you reach your hand out in a half heart and hold it up as you wait for niki to reciprocate. he does, subtly wrapping his arm around your waist as he pulls you a little closer to him. the action flusters you both as you wave goodbye before finally ending the live. 

“can i walk you back to your dorm?” niki asks. 

you smile, adjusting the strap of your bag over your shoulder as you nod. “i’d like that.” 

you reach over to take his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers together as you make your way back through the hallways to the elevator and out of the building. you tug your mask further up over your face as you lead niki back to your dorm. 

you walk side by side in a comfortable silence until you finally reach your dorm. “thank you for today,” you smile up at him. 

“of course.” niki brings a hand up to cup your cheek, stroking his thumb against the skin. your smile grows slightly as you lean upwards to pull him down into a sweet kiss. he pulls you into a hug once you pull away, leaning down to press a kiss against the top of your head. 

“i’ll see you soon?”

“of course,” niki whispers. “i’ll text you when i’m free. i had a great time today.” 

“me too.” you tug him down into a final peck against his lips before you pull away for good. “goodnight niki.” 

“goodnight y/n,” he smiles, watching as you slip into your dorm. 

[andydrysdalerogers]

The ABC's of Nick Vaughn - "L"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

A/N: This one is longer than usual because of context readers. Also, I have nothing against cheerleaders, jocks, homemakers etc. This one was based on personal experience.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Previous: K - Kink

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

L - Location

Heading into Boston, you hold Nick’s hand as he drives, tracing patterns into his skin.  He looks over and smiles, bring your hand up to his mouth to place a gentle kiss. “Have I told you today that you look beautiful?” 

“Not in the last hour, no.” You giggle as you look out the window. You loved visiting Boston; Nick’s parents were great and welcoming. But this weekend was a little bit different.  It was Nick’s 20th high school reunion, and he was a little bit anxious to attend.  And he wouldn’t tell you why.  

After arriving at the Vaughn’s family home and having lunch, you went up to Nick’s old bedroom to get ready.  You set your hair into soft waves, romantic makeup on your face.  As you applied the red lipstick Nick loved so much, you saw the man in the mirror, looking a little down. “Honey, you ok?” 

He seemed to snap out of it.  “Yeah, sorry,” he shook his head. “I’m just a little lost in my thoughts.”  

“Is everything ok? You seem nervous.” You went to sit next to him, taking his hand.  

“Just not sure what to expect tonight.”  He sighed loudly. “I haven’t spoken to a lot of these people since we graduated.  I wasn’t exactly popular in high school.”  He hung his head. “I was a nerd.”  

“Everyone thinks that about themselves.”  

“No really.  Had braces, acne, bad haircut, the works.  I played in the marching band, and I had a crush on a girl.” He looked away. “Stephanie Winters. And I asked her to homecoming.  She said yes and then, when I went to pick her up, she had ditched me for Danny Adams, the running back.”  

“Oh, baby...” 

“I was humiliated and I never got to have a school dance.  I didn’t play at the football games anymore. That field just had bad memories.” He laid back on the bed.  “I don’t know if I can face those people.”  

You laid back next to him. “I think you should walk in with your head held high, don’t let anyone tear you down and show them how Professor Vaughn handles it.”  

“You’re amazing, you know that.”  

“I know,” you reply with a wink.  

“You look gorgeous.  Let’s show you off to my old classmates.” He stood up and offered his hand. You took it, your engagement ring blinking in the soft light of the room.  

** 

As you entered the gymnasium, you took in the decorations. Navy blue and gold, the school colors, but whoever put them up made them tacky AF. Streamers and balloons glitter everywhere, it looks more for a tween than an adult party. “Gosh, this is... a lot,” you whispered to Nick.  

He laughed under his breath.  “It looks like something...” he stopped. “Stephanie.” You turned to see a blonde with blue eyes walk towards you. You tightened your grip on Nick’s hand as she approached but then you really saw her.  Heavily made up, a tight dress but you could clearly see it was not made for someone her age but rather someone twenty years younger.  She was trying too hard.  “Nicky!” She squealed. You huffed as she went to hug him.  

Nick tried to dodge the hug, but she came on full force.  “Hi Stephanie.”  

“Oh em gee! It has been so long. You look so...good,” she cooed as she looked him up and down, shamelessly checking him out.  Nick grew uncomfortable and took a step back, re-grasping your hand.  

“Thanks. Stephanie, I would like to introduce to you my fiancé, YN. Sweetheart, this is Stephanie Winter.”  

“Stephanie Adams,” she corrected. “Danny and I got married right after senior year. “ 

“Wow,” Nick replied.  You cleared your throat to stop laughing.  “Congratulations, I guess.”  

Stephanie looked you over and you could clearly see she was judging you. You didn’t shrink back, you stood proud next to Nick. “Well congratulations to you as well Nicky...”  

“Please, just Nick,” he interrupted. “Are you working on your dance career Stephanie? I remember that’s what you wanted to do in high school. “ 

“Oh, no,” she waved him off, “once I had the kids, I just stayed home with them.  Danny went to work at the real estate office.  What are you doing now?” 

“Oh, well I’m a professor at NYU and YN here just made partner at her law firm.” He looked over at you adoringly. “I’m so proud of her.  And with the wedding just a few weeks away, we are just living our best life.”  

“That’s great,” you can hear the tightness in her voice.  “Well, I have to get back, planning and decorating all of this has been so tough but it was really great to see you, Nick.”  She walked away and Nick let out a low whistle.  

“What is it baby?” 

“I fucking dodge a bullet with that one.”  You both let out loud laughs as you saw Stephanie walk over to a man who was balding slightly and had the beginnings of a beer gut.   

“Let me guess, Danny?” 

“Yep.” Nick shrugged. “I have no words.”  

Dotted around the room were photos of the class from their time at Cambridge High School.  You finally found one of Nick and you smiled.  He was as described, albeit a little more puppy fat on his frame.  However, he had a major glow-up in your honest opinion.  Nick was the hottest guy here.  As Nick returned with your glass of champagne, you curled into him.  “So, where would the most popular guy in the school take his date?” 

“Under the bleachers,” Nick replied. He looked at you and could see the look in your eyes. “Why?” 

“Because I want to erase all these bad memories from the football field,” you whispered in his ear.  

Nick swallowed and took your glass.  He set it down on the table and walked you out to the field.  He held your hand until you got to the field and then spun you around, pinning you to the chain link fence. He kissed you hard, hands in your hair until one drifted down to your thigh. He hiked your leg to his waist, allowing him to press his growing bulge right over your heat. “Nicky,” you moaned.  

“God, I love it when you say my name like that.  Only you baby, only you,” he said between rolls of his hips into you.  

You nipped his chin with kisses and down his neck.  “I thought we were supposed to be under the bleachers?” 

“Fuck that, I'll take you on the bleachers.” He swiftly took off his coat and laid it down before lowering you on top of it.  He spread your legs and found the scrap of fabric you called panties already wet from his kisses and touches. He pulled them down and pushed your skirt up more, exposing you to the cool air.  He quickly pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his length and running the tip through your folds. “Fucking soaked baby. Such a good girl for me.”  He slowly pushed in, both of you moaning in relief.  

Nick started to fuck you, hard, taking out his emotions of seeing old friends and bitch cheerleaders on you.  You went with it, holding onto the back of the bleachers as he pounded into you.  He wished he could have seen your breast bouncing with each thrust but that would have to be later. He started to feel the tell-tale signs that you were close.  “C’mon baby, fuck, squeezing me so hard.  God, I love this pussy.” He changed the angle of your body and he hit that spot inside perfectly.  

“Nicky, fuck, gonna cum. So good, feel so good.”  

“Let go my sweetheart.  Cum for me.”  

The release was euphoric, sending you into another world as Nick followed suit and released ropes of hot cum inside you.  He slowed and laid on top of you for a moment.  

“The football field is amazing. So green,” he commented, making both of you laugh.  Nick took out a handkerchief and cleaned you gently before pulling your panties back on.  He redid his pants and then draped his jacket over your shoulders.  You walked back to the school where Stephanie was outside, smoking a cigarette.  She watched you approach, wrapped in each other.  

“And what were you two...” she trailed off as she could see your red lipstick all over Nick’s face and neck.  Your hair was a little less soft and more freshly fucked.  

“Oh, Nicky was just showing me the football field.  You know, reminiscing about his band days, and telling me about all the dreams he had about the bleachers,” you commented in a sugary sweet tone that was way more of a warming to her. You wrapped your body closer to Nick as you could get while not being naked.   

Nick chuckled at your subtle show of possessiveness.  “I think we are going to take off.  It was nice seeing you, Stephanie.  Good luck with everything.”  

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How to be like: Zendaya!

Zendaya Coleman is a literal queen, everything about her is amazing, she not only looks gorgeous but her personality and confidence makes her even more inspiring. Here are some tips to be like her:

𝚉𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Zendaya is an incredibly hardworking and dedicated person, so try to be as diligent as she is. The results of your hard work will pay off greatly in your school/work life.

She is confident and proud of her body and herself, something we could all learn from her. If you struggle with body issues or just don't feel confidence, try standing in front of the mirror, looking directly at yourself and say "i'm beautiful, im hot and im a boss." I know you might not believe the words the first (twenty) times you say it, but trust me it works so much.

Zendaya is proud of her heritage and takes it upon herself to be culturally aware. Be proud of your ethnicity and race, whether you are white, black, biracial, brown, latinx, and from the asian community. No need of feeling down on yourself.

Try be more determined and competitive- but do it in a healthy manner. Zendaya as seen in interviews is a supportive friend and very humble, but she has an end goal and she does not stray from it.

𝚉𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚊'𝚜 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎:

Zendaya has flawless glowing skin and she uses products which are suitable to her skin type.

She basically has clear skin which is mostly acne free.

Zendaya supposedly uses: Truly’s 24K Gold Black Soap Impurity Cleanser, which is an acne fighter and prevents and cleans clogged pores. It is $36 dollars, which compared to most skin care is pretty cheap. She usually uses this as a face wash when she is getting rid of makeup as she doesn't like to keep it on her face longer than necessary.

The next step in her skin care routine is using toner which removes any other dirt, bacteria and makeup however also provides deep hydration for soft skin. She uses a toner from rose water and witch hazel, and applies it on a cotton pad before using it on her skin. I would recommend Truly's Jelly Booster Pigment Body Potion and yes, it is good to put it on the face.

Zendaya then uses Vitamin E oil to make her skin look soft and glowing. Vitamin E oil can be used to remove acne scars and pigmentation as well. The Truly’s Glazed Donut Facial Serum, is the Vitamin E oil I would recommend.

She also uses an oil free moisturiser with green tree extract and aloe vera after she applies the Vitamin E serum on her face- which I totally agree, moisturiser is something everybody needs for their skin. I would recommend Paula's Choice CLEAR Oil-Free Night Cream moisturiser with Vitamin B3 and blueberry. Many users also use this during the day.

SPF is negotiable as we all need to protect ourselves from UV rays. I, with the same skin colour as Zendaya, uses tinted sunscreen because otherwise I look like Edward Cullen.

𝚉𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚊'𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚄𝚙:

Zendaya usually wear warm and neutral shades for her day to day life.

She sticks with Lancôme products the most and uses a day to night eyeshadow palette.

Her lipstick shade is a gorgeous nude like colour which is a combo of Lancôme Le Lip Liner and the Lancôme L'Absolu Rouge Creme Lipstick. Using lipliner makes a big difference

She uses mascara whenever she goes out so if you want to, apply some mascara. Zendaya uses mascaras from Lancôme however they are slightly pricey, up to $25, but any volumising and curling mascara will do.

Overall, she keeps it more natural now, when she was younger she used more makeup, but now, she relies more on a good skincare routine- and so should you!

𝚉𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚊'𝚜 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝:

She receives unnecessary hate but she still continues on with a happy attitude because she knows that not everybody will like you and that's okay because you are not meant for other people, you are meant for yourself.

Be strong in your beliefs! Despite Zendaya always being happy, she does not allow nonsense to happen. For example, when she was body shamed for 'encouraging eating disorders due to her skinniness' she sent one tweet back encouraging all women to be proud of their bodies. When people say rude stuff, ignore them, but don't let them always get away with it. You have a voice that you should use.

Be true to yourself and your heart.

“I don’t mind if people look at me like I’m crazy. I’m just being me.” – Zendaya

Always keeps your standards high, because as Zendaya said: “I have standards I don’t plan on lowering for anybody… including myself.” – Zendaya

Try to be nice to everyone, because Zendaya once said, you have no idea what's going on in someone else's life.

Increase your confidence in life by not only telling it, but by dressing the part

“You can’t grow and gain confidence from wearing the same thing every day.”- Zendaya

𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎:

A healthy diet is something Zendaya has in her life. She has been on a plant-based diet since the age of eleven and tries to consume low fat foods and focus more on healthy proteins. Despite being a vegetarian she hates vegetables, so she tries to find other foods like rice salads or satéés her veggies to make them more tasty and beneficial to eat. She however DOES NOT underreat and neither should you!

A good workout routine is something Zendaya does, less for the end results, but more as a stress relieve and as a hobby. Her workout routines is a combination of hiking, yoga and boxing. If you have/want muscle, I'd suggest boxing and if you are a beginner to working out and would like something which is still challenging but less scary looking, try yoga. Hiking is a more high tolerance workout but very enjoyable.

Display all of your height as Zendaya is a tall person, standing at 5"10 (178 cm.). She has been shamed before for her height, but honestly, she looks freaking gorgeous and flexes all her inches by wearing heels and jeans which show off her legs. As a short person, I can't relate much, however do try exercises to get a better posture, but mainly be comfortable with your body. If you are short, don't be scared if heels dont create a significant difference- remember it doesn't matter, you are the boss and you are gorgeous.

Moral of the story: Be confident, Be kind, You are Pretty, You are a Boss

[obsidiancreates]

Thank You For Calling Psych, How May I Help You?

(Yeah this is just a self-insert fic. I'm just their receptionist. This is all based around my actual real-life work persona, including the part about people on the phone thinking I'm a robot answering machine. I-I cannot, express to y'all, how common that is.)

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Gus had thought he'd been prepared for anything when it came to Unexpected Presences in the Psych office.

When he steps through the front door to find a young woman sitting at the always-empty "front desk", dressed in a full sweater and slacks despite the California weather, he realizes he hadn't been prepared for that at all.

She's definitely not there to be eye candy, her bright pink sweater completely obscures her body shape and she's got a light purple polo underneath, fully buttoned up and covering as much as possible. She's also way too young for either him or Shawn to be comfortable looking at in that way, early twenties at most. She looks up at him, her frizzy and flyaway plagued pixie cut pinned back with two plain black barrettes at her temples, and smiles. Her pink-and-green eyeshadowed eyes crinkle up, and her bright magenta lips form a genuine yet professional polite smile.

"Mr. Guster! Shawn wasn't expecting you to be in this early, he's still out grabbing some breakfast. It's nice to meet you!"

"Uh, nice to meet you too." Gus approaches cautiously. He gets a better looks at her up-close. She's wearing colorful eye and lip makeup, and clownish amounts of blush, but no actual cover-the-skin makeup, her acne breakouts fully on display. Her pants are a strange almost 80's-like plaid, mainly black or a shade near black with bright pink, teal, and purple thin lines making the pattern. She's got shin-length socks on with little Christmas themed cats all over them, and a pair of orthopedic dress-style black pleather shoes.

"Is Mr. Guster how you'd like me to address you?" she asks in a voice as bright as the shade of her lipstick. "Shawn said he preferred just Shawn, but thought you'd like the more professional route better."

"Um, Gus is fine. And you are?"

"Oh, Sid." She sticks her hand out to shake.

"Your parents named you Sid? Odd name for a girl."

"Chosen name! My partner came up with it, actually. But anyway, would you like me to read off the appointments for the day?"

"We have appointments?"

"Yes, you have a 10:45 coming in to get a reading about if her band will take off in the next few years, something about her parents giving her a deadline for it or else she'll have to go to college. Afterwards there's a 12:15 coming in for advice on his career path, he's concerned he's committing to the wrong company and has a few offers he's thinking about taking. After that there's only a 6:30 who just wants a general reading because she's curious about what it's like." She reads this all off of one of Shawn's old laptops, adjusting her pastel purple see-through glasses as she peers at the screen. "Shawn told me specifically not to book any 'Are they cheating' cases this week, so it's a little sparse at the moment."

"Oh. Well... good work." Gus nods to her, and she beams at him.

The phone next to her rings and picks it up, answering with a cheery "Thank you for calling Psych, the private psychic detective agency! How may we help you today, tomorrow, or last week?" She giggles at the cheesy line, but looks quite proud at the same time.

Gus sits at his desk and watches her until Shawn comes back. She just sits there, answering the phone and writing things down and working on some kind of visual projects- is Shawn ordering merchandise? - and not-so-subtly sneaking glances at her cellphone every once and a while. When Shawn walks in she greets him with that endless professional-yet-childlike cheeriness, and he greets her back with a grin and a pineapple smoothie.

He plops down on the armchair by the window. "Well, Gus? What do you think?"

"I think you went and hired a receptionist without talking to me about it." Gus snatches his smoothie away with a 'tsk'. "What're you doing, Shawn? We can't afford to pay someone a salary on just one case a week!"

"We aren't! You told me to start taking more private cases, remember?! Even the lame ones." Shawn gestures towards Sid. "I got tired of doing all the other stuff myself, so I put out an ad while you were busy with the pharmaceuticals convention all week. Dude, check out her resume."

Shawn hands over the papers, and Gus takes them with a huff. His frustration smooths out into impress as he reads it. "Wow. Experience in retail, service booking, customer service, office management, and marketing? How old is she?"

"Nineteen, Gus! And look, she had references and everything! Check out that article she wrote for her last job."

Gus skims it. It's a clear marketing ploy article, but it's well-written and comprehensive. The tone is conversational without being casual, and clear without being pushy. It reads like something the actual trained marketing department at Central Coast would come up with, not some kid with a hobby and a couple years of on-the-job experience. "No way a nineteen year old wrote this."

"Dude, she's a writing expert. Check this out, SID!"

She perks up, getting out of her chair and walking over to them with her hands clasped in front of her. "Yes?"

"Gus here, doubts your writing proficiency."

"I didn't-"

"YES, you did. So, how about showing off for him a little? It's fun, trust me, he's great to show off too."

"Oh, um, did you have anything specific in mind?"

"Yes, actually, if you could write up a little ad for the paper that could convince non-believers to give us a try." Shawn smiles at her all lopsided and false sweetness, eyeing Gus smugly. "And uh, if you could sit right here so Gus can see your screen and know you aren't cheating."

"Okay, I guess." Sid grabs the laptop and sits where they can both see her screen. She opens up a document, and her fingers go flying across the keyboard.

Psychics may not be everyone's cup of tea when it comes to personal beliefs, but here at Psych, the Private Detective Agency, our track record speaks for itself. With dozens of cases under our belts, including such high-profile solves as The Shabby Murder and The Jackson Hale Murder Trial, there's no doubt that Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster get results. Whether it's through true psychic ability to commune with a world beyond our own, or just by some great luck and intuition, we get things done. Just ask our 100% solving rate.

"What?" Gus reads it over again. "How'd you write that in less than five minutes?!"

Sid shrugs, grinning pridefully and bashfully at the same time somehow. "I've been writing my whole life. I analyze everything I read. Plus, marketing fascinates me, even if I don't always agree with the ethics used by some."

Shawn smirks at Gus. "Now do you see why I hired her? Plus, she's ordering us awesome t-shirts to sell to people!"

"Alright." Gus nods. "But why's a nineteen year old wanting to work for us anyway? Shouldn't you be out, you know, partying and stuff?"

"Ah." Sid waves he idea away, or maybe swats it away. "I don't do that kind of thing. Even if I did, I'm allergic to alcohol, so it'd be pretty stressful."

"See? She's perfect."

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"Thank you for calling Psych, the private psychic detective agency! How may we help you today, tomorrow, or last week? ... Ah, I see. So you're concerned your partner is cheating... may I ask what leads you to believe that, if it's not too personal? ... Mm-hmm, I see. Well, just a moment, I need to confer with the spirits about- no, no I'm not psychic myself, but I've been given some tools to make contact."

Shawn gives Sid a thumbs up as she pretends to consult a Ouija board.

"I'm so sorry, the spirits are saying they can't help you with this one. No, no your partner's energy is blocking them from viewing his activities. If you'd like we can try again..."

"Two weeks," Shawn mouths.

"Two weeks from now, they're saying. Well, that's when they think there might be an energetic shift to allow them to observe him. I'm sorry, I don't understand the spirits process, I just relay their messages. If you have anything unrelated to your partner that you'd like us to look into- oh, you have a missing package?"

She glances at Shawn again. He shakes his head. "Never packages," he mouths.

"I'm sorry, the spirits don't deal with packages and parcel shipping. They don't like cardboard boxes. You know how cats can see ghosts? And how they love cardboard boxes? Those facts are more entwined than you may think. Alright, thank you for calling. I hope things work out for you! Have a wonderful rest of your day!"

Sid hangs up, and Shawn gives one single grand clap. "Perfect. I couldn't have done it better myself."

"Uh, Shawn?" Gus waves his friend over as Sid beams and does a little happy wiggle in her chair. Gus eyes her warily. "Doesn't that kind of give away to her that you're, you know? Fake?"

"Not at all." Shawn slaps Gus on the back. "Look, buddy, I told her the truth about it, sort of. There's some cases I just don't want to spend my valuable time and energy on, and people tend to be more accepting of that when they think it's on the spirits end instead of mine. None of that says I don't actually communicate with spirits."

"And what about when we bring evidence back? Make your boards? Talk about cases in a way that makes it obvious how we actually solve things?"

"Gus, she's only on the clock until we need her to be! She knows it's part time, she liked it that way! Her employment contract only promises a minimum of four hours a day that she works, and more than that we just pay five bucks extra."

"We what?! Shawn, show me that employment contract right now!"

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"Hello, welcome to Psych, the private psychic detective agency! Do you have an appointment with us today?"

Gus looks up from his research and sees two familiar figures standing at the entrance in shock. He tosses a ball of paper at Shawn and nods at the door so Shawn can watch too.

Lassiter flounders for a second under the onslaught of pitched-up cheerfulness as Jules quickly recovers from the shock of an actually professional greeting.

"Hi, nice to meet you," Jules says, almost matching the near inhuman tone Sid has. Gus keeps hearing Sid clarify to callers that she is not, in fact, an answering machine or robot, and he can't blame them for the confusion. Jules nudges Lassiter. "I'm Detective O'Hara, this is Head Detective Lassiter. We're here to see Shawn about a case."

"Oh, yes, the detectives! Shawn told me to expect you sometime today, would you like any coffee while you meet with him? He wrote your preferences down on the wall."

"We'd love some." Jules nudges Lassiter again, keeping her smile plastered on, and Lassiter finally seems to recover.

"You work here? Willingly?" he comes out with.

"And happily," Sid says with a tilt of her head and a giggle. "Right this way, and I'll grab that coffee for you both."

As she passes by Shawn and Gus's desks, Gus sees her smile fall right off into a near scowl as soon as her back is to the detectives. But a minute later when she's returning with the coffee, it's back.

"-a little swamped in lame cases right now, so please tell me you have something good for us," Shawn says as Sid silently sets down the mugs and then heads back to her desk. Gus eyes her warily, looking for another drop in the facade. None occur.

"We do, actually, and we tried calling but-"

"Ah! I turn off my phone now when I'm in the office." Shawn kicks his feet up onto his desk and smirks a little. "Really helps clear my sense to have someone else handling my worldly heedings, when I need to be handling my otherworldly heedings."

Gus hears Sid stifle a snort of laughter behind him.

"Yeah, well, the only thing you're heeding now is the Chief's request." Lassiter tosses down a case file with a bitter expression. "I can't believe we have to visit you jackasses in this slobhole now just to give you a case."

"Now now Lassie." Shawn begins flipping through the file. "You can just call Sid and I promise, we'll hop right into the Blueberry. Does the Chief actually need our help on this one? Seems a little obvious."

"We thought so too, until we got a confession note signed with only a last name, and it's completely unconnected to the case. We have no leads on who it came from." Jules glances at the desk as the phone rings and Sid launches into her greeting. "How old is that girl, by the way?"

"I'm nineteen," Sid says, covering the phone mic, half-turning in her seat and smiling again.

"Oh." Jules takes in Sid's outfit, which today is a paisley-patterned button-up shirt, completely boxy and unflattering in cut, paired with plain black jeans and a thick gray cardigan Gus has seen almost every day since her first shift. When she doesn't have that cardigan she has long-sleeves and/or sweater vests to go with them. He should really suggest some medications for better blood circulation to the poor girl.

"You dress like an old lady," Lassiter so eloquently voices. Gus thinks about the affinity for cardigans and sweaters and finds himself nodding in agreement.

"Thank you." Sid seems to genuinely take it as a compliment.

Lassiter doesn't seem to know how to respond to that, so he turns back to Shawn and scowls at him. "Are you taking the case or not?"

"Oh, I definitely am. Sid, block off my schedule for the next... two days? Two days, Gus? Yeah, two days."

"Am I to call the clients with appointments and tell them to reschedule?"

"Am I to call?" Jules mouths, looking at Gus with her nose wrinkled in confusion.

"She just talks like that," Gus whispers. "We didn't ask her to."

"Depends," Shawn says over Gus and Jules's little conversation. "What've we got coming up?"

"Well, later today you have a meeting with the CEO of a small startup company, he wants to know if he should sell the business to an offer he got or if he should stick with it. Tomorrow you have two appointments in the late morning regarding stolen garden items, they're neighbors though so I bet it's each other or someone living next to both of them, so it shouldn't take too long... and then the last day is actually clear right now."

"We can keep those," Shawn says, handing the case file back over to Lassiter. "Good catch with the neighbors, that'll really help the psychic juices get flowing on that one."

"I also have their addresses here if you need to do a house call in this case."

"Perfect. Jules, Lassie, we'll see you at the station tomorrow at noon-ish sharp."

"You can't just-"

"Done with that coffee?" Sid asks, walking over and reaching for he mugs. "Yeah? Great, I'll just clear these away..."

Gus watches the subtle dismissal set in as Lassiter and Jules both pause, and then get up, and head out.

"Thank you for coming in!" Sid exclaims as they leave. "I hope you both have a wonderful rest of your day!"

"Are we sure she's not actually a robot?" Gus whispers to Shawn once the door shuts.

"Of course we are. ... Mostly."

[triedandthoughts]

PHOTOS ARE TAKEN ON AUGUST 2023 (some emptied/expired on or before Aug 2023)

WHAT IS IT: Skin Care

EvoLudern Micellar Cleansing Water

7/10

Alcohol free

Can remove waterproof makeup (ex: mascara, I just apply the micellar on a cotton pad, put it over my eyes, let it sit et voila!)

Issy and Co. Cleansing Butter (phase out)

7/10

Has a fragrance

Even if the micellar water removed my mascara I still double cleanse because there might still be some residue I was not able to remove with the micellar water

Does the job well

I did find it inconvenient to scoop out the product

boH Cica Panthenol Blemish Cleanser

Was using this when I was breaking out (July 2023) did not see a difference, I thought it would dry out my acne but it didn't prolly wouldn't go back to this cleanser.

Derma Natufian Niacinamide Serum

Affordable? YES.

Does it work? I think. Since I am breaking out I will have to keep using this product during and post break out because I wanna believe its the kind of product you have to keep using in order to work. PS: I have been using this product for years but I have to pause if I wanted to try out new skincare.

Will I still keep using this? Probably.

Jumiso Yes, I Am Toner

My sister gave this to me to treat my Bacne before buying the body cleanser from Some by Mi. I didn't use it lol it was already half empty when she gave it to me, I didn't mind it but I wanted to use the product I bought to treat my Bacne. When I started breaking out in July of 2023 I did try to use it on my face but it had like a smell that was off I decided to throw it out.

Neutrogena Hydro Boost Hyaluronic Acid Water Gel

I've always wanted to try this out, the second I had, tried it immediately then saw a video on Tiktok that mostly you're just paying for water ang glycerin on it. Was dissapointed of course, I was planning to buy it again if it didn't broke me out. Fyi, I didn't broke out but I did not buy it again because of what I saw on Tiktok.

Belo Acne Pro Pimple Gel

I had this in my skincare pantry for a while now so again when I started breaking out (July 2023) before buying anything else I tried this one but it was yellowish it had been open for some time now I feel like it would still work it still has that slight tinging effect when put on active pimple but I just didn't want to risk it, good thing I had another one so I just used that but then I'm too impatient because the pimple were not drying out fast enough for my liking.

BONUS: Glow Lab Minis

These three came in a kit along with a night cream that had gone bad that I threw out first before I was thinking I could still use these when travelling but ya girl is broke! I ain't going aywhere! No ma'am. I know these are waaay past their expiration date and never been opened so I just said Auf Wiedersehen to them.

[bleue-flora]

Ooo yes and they should be twins because that’s fitting it makes sense for Tubbo’s class codependence of Tommy because I believe (not super sure) that’s a thing that can happen psychologically got twins. Them being Dream’s cousins seems fitting. I imagine Ranboo is Tubbo’s best friend and is a little protective of him sometimes against Tommy when he’s being a typicak brother and taking Tubbo’s toys or hiding Michael in the oven (not turned on obviously) to “make bacon” (btw that’s a real thing my brother did to my little sister’s piggie one time. We searched the whole house because she wouldn’t go to bed without it, until finally my brother confessed and opened the oven door)… maybe Ranboo should be Kristen’s younger brother who often comes over so Kristen and Phil can have couple time. And maybe Kristen like has to work (to help support her widowed mom - inspiration for her character) so she often leaves Ranboo at Phil’s house a lot to babysit.

lol yea let’s combine your idea with @rat-rosemary’s if the scar and say Quackity hit his head on the corner of the table while rough housing once and it split open his lip leaving behind a little scar and chipped his tooth so much he had to get a gold filling.

lol well all then teens have acne of course Phil and Kristen included… given Wilbur’s no doubt participation in drama club he might even use makeup to cover it up sometimes. ;)….

Was gonna do everyone, but I'm feeling lazy so here's what I got so far for the playdate au character details:

Name - Make Believe Name(s) - Age - Favorite Color - Physical Appearance - Other

Phil - Philza, Dadza - 16 - dark green - greenish blue eyes, gingerish blond hair - when he decides to go outside and play with the kids he tends to wear a silly looking striped hat (mostly though he tends to stay inside and text his girlfriend, Kristen)

Wilbur - WilburSoot (or also Ghostbur, Revivebur) - 13 - Blue - pretty fit and tan (because he’s on the school’s swim team), tall and lanky, brown hair and eyes - almost always wears his colonial style hat and when it’s cold enough his favorite yellow sweater

Sam - Awesamdude, Sam, Sam-nook, The Warden - 12 - green - naturally light brown hair he dyed green, brown eyes - has glasses, wears yellow tee-shirt and green cargo pants that he fills the pockets of with all kinds of handy tools and things, including rocks that he loves to collect, has a fake ruby necklace he loves to wear as well as his crown

Clay - Dream - 11 - lime green - green eyes, dirty blond hair - as he’s autistic he wears comfy clothes only like gym shorts and soft tee-shirts for example and hoodies when it’s cold enough (he will not be caught dead in jeans), used a paper plate with a smile on it to jump scare Tommy once and now it’s his Dream aesthetic

Luke - Punz - 11 - blue - has a gold necklace he never takes off, his ears are pierced with some gold studs,, his favorite outfit is his ripped black jean shorts and white tee-shirt

Alex - Quackity - 10 - Red - dark brown eyes and black hair, kinda more short stubby - him and his family are mexican, tends to wear classic dark blue and black and doesn’t mind getting dressed up for the occasion, always wears a beanie though, carries a pack of candy cigarettes he pretends to light with a lighter he found, tends to carry a deck of cards and his dad’s old pocket knife, knows a little more than a kid should, has a little scar over his lip from falling face first that Techno turned into a whole lore point

Alexander - Technoblade - 9 - red - blue eyes and dirty blond hair though he tried to dye it an edge red to be cool and it turned out pink instead - he loves to wear his red cape and crown all the time, someone once called him a pig because of his pink hair and after that he added pig ears and nose to his Technoblade look, he also often is seen riding his stick horse steed named Carl, he has glasses that George often steals

Mark - Ranboo - 8 - purple - brown hair, green eyes and super tall and lanky - entire wardrobe is black with lots or variations of black and white, often see with sunglasses and face mask on to be mysterious and of course his crown

Nick - Sapnap - 7 - Orange - brown eyes and unkempt hair that’s just long enough to be annoying that he keeps out of his eyes with his white ninja headband - favorite outfit is black athletic shorts or pants with a flame themed shirt, when it’s cold he’ll wear the same shirts just with a long sleeve black shirt underneath, often carriers around a katana and pretends to be a stealthy ninja

Karl - Karl Jacobs - 7 - purple - light brown hair and blue eyes - when it’s cold he loves to wear his iconic hoodie, he wears lots of fun colors and patterns like the stereotypical stylish gay guy, he has a old stopwatch he likes to carry around

Thomas - Tommy, Tommyinnit - 6 - red - blond hair, blue eyes, tall (for his age) and lanky - likes to wear khaki and that two toned classic tee-shirt, often see with red bandana around his next like some western outlaw and appropriate red devil horns

Toby - Tubbo - 6 - green - bright blond hair and blue eyes - Niki gave him bumble bee barrettes he wears to keep his bangs out of his eyes, he’s very attached to his stuffed pig, can be found wearing cuffed jean shorts or sometimes overalls

George - Gogi - 5 - light blue -  brown eyes and messy hair - always carries around his mushroom patterned blanky, likes wearing his favorite iconic blue shirt and jeans

Current families developed in age order:

Dream, Techno, Sapnap, George

Phil, Wilbur (and surely Fundy needs to be the youngest)

Purpled, Quackity, Slimecicle

Punz, Vikk and Lazar (4 year old twins)

(Ya know based off appearances alone maybe Tubbo and Tommy should be twins?…)

 Others TBD...

[luveline]

in the morning, afternoon and night [Fred Weasley x Reader]

tags: reader-insert, hurt/comfort, self esteem issues, low self esteem, reader has acne, sad reader, insecure reader

pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

word count: 1.8k

You glared at your reflection.

You'd think with such amazing magical medicine available, some witch or wizard would've invented a cure for acne, or at least a spell that covered it up.

You'd struggled with it since your third year. The muggle doctor you'd seen with your mother had suggested it was hormonal, and would calm down as you got older.

That was years ago.

It shouldn't have been a big deal. It wasn't, really. It wasn't usually very painful, though it was itchy as a stinging nettle and twice as unsightly. A large part of you knew it wasn't your fault, that acne was something that simply affected people at different times in their lives. You'd tried topicals and changing your diet, you'd tried losing weight and exercising and dermaplaning and everything they suggested in your mams fashion magazines.

Nothing worked.

Tears welled in your eyes and you sniffed them back, blinking rapidly.

It might've been silly, but it honestly made you want to hide away. You'd skipped dinner without really thinking, finding your way into the girls bathroom you inhabited now. You straightened your tie and robes, dusting down the sides. You leaned forward again, dabbing under your eyes with your sleeve.

The last thing you wanted was for anyone to know you'd been crying, because then someone might ask why. You didn't want to talk about it, ever.

If Fred saw you like this...

You and Fred Weasley had been almost dating for a few weeks now. Almost, because you hadn't talked about the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing yet.

It had been years of thinking he was the fittest boy in Gryffindor (besides George) and months of meeting his gaze in the corridors and catching his eye over dinner. Gradually it had become something more; he started carrying your books between classes and opening doors, touching your arms and your hair and your face.

You cringed at the memory. He had been so caring, moving to wipe an eyelash from the skin under your eye. You'd violently flinched from his hand, afraid he might feel the bumpy texture of your skin, feel the acne beneath your makeup. He'd been apologetic and a little confused, filling you with guilt. You hadn't been able to find a way to tell him it wasn't him, it was you. Of course you wanted him to touch you, the thought of him cradling your face had been the subject of many dizzy daydreams, but you just couldn't tell him this one thing.

It was your deepest insecurity.

The stress had only made it worse. Redness was easy to cover with muggle make up and even some wizarding tricks you'd learned over the years, but there wasn't a way to smooth your skin, and the acne was textured.

It was depressing. You didn't want to use that word, it felt ungrateful to compare your skin issues to something so severe, but it made you miserable.

You but down on your quivering lip, pushing away from the mirror unhappily and opening the bathroom door, a frown on your face.

"Y/N!" a familiar voice said.

You jumped, startled but unsurprised. Fred had a talent of always knowing where you were. You'd find it creepy if he wasn't so endearing.

"Fred," you said, plastering a smile over your frown. "I was just coming to find you."

"What a coincidence, ma chérie, I was doing the same."

"Well," you began, easily sidling into his space, "you found me."

"Yes, I did," Fred hummed, wrapping his arms behind your neck, grinning.

He took a long look at your face, his forehead creased. "What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong, Fred."

He moved his hands to your shoulders, looking down into your face searchingly. "Have you been crying?" he asked.

You shook your head, lying without thinking. "Something in my eye,"

"Both of them?"

You stepped backwards. He let go of your shoulders accordingly.

"Y/N?"

"It's really nothing," you said through a forced laugh.

He frowned at you for a few seconds more and his face cleared. "Alright," he said slowly, rolling the words in his mouth, "if you say so, doll."

You opened like a blooming flower at the pet name, your whole face softening. You smiled, hoping he understood that the smile meant, oh I just so adore you, Fred Weasley.

He threaded his fingers through yours, dragging you down the corridor beside him and waxing poetic about their newest lot of Peruvian darkness powder as you went.

-

It got so bad you couldn't go to class.

Okay, so you definitely could've gone to class, but the thought of leaving your curtained bed was enough to make you sick with anxiety, so worried that everyone would see you - see your face.

NEWTs were coming fast and hard. Everyone who wanted to be anyone was working hard studying their asses of, on top of Professor Umbridge's million new rules you had to abide by, including her newest life-ruining rule: Boys and girl are not to be within 5 inches of each other.

What a joke. You struggled through classes, wrote essays so long your hand burned at night and now you weren't allowed to sit next to your almost boyfriend at lunch? It was miserable. It was making you miserable, and now you may as well have sharpied on your forehead how equipped your body was to deal with it.

Fucking badly.

You groaned to yourself, rolling on your side to face the wall. You were at your wits end. It felt endlessly unfair that the thing that was stressing you out most was getting worse from stress.

Your stomach growled hungrily.

You threw your arm over your eyes in defeat, eyes finally filling with tears. You felt so hopeless. There was nothing to be done except keep up your routine until the flare up was over, or until your mothers next 'miracle cure' popped into existence.

The tears felt too hot against your sore skin. You couldn't help but sob quietly to yourself in self-pity.

A knock sounded at the door. You gasped, wiping the tears away in panic.

"Y/N?" It was Alicia. "Are you alright? Can I come in?"

"Yes," you managed. "Yes, of course. It's your room too, after all."

The door clicked open. Alicia appeared, tanned skin completely clear and glowing, though each perfect feature was marred with empathy. "Fred's been begging every girl in the common room to come fetch you, but I told him to leave you be."

"Thank you," you said.

You cleared your throat. Alicia moved her weight from foot to foot, twisting her hands.

"I- Y/N. I won't pretend to know how it feels, but I promise you, Fred won't care. He's beside himself worrying that you're bedridden and dying or-" she laughed to herself, "or that you're still mad at him for the itching powder. What I mean is... he's a good guy, and you're upset. Maybe you should tell him what's wrong. He won't care."

You sniffed. "I know," you admitted, feeling the weight of her shifting the bed. "I know he's a great guy. I just wouldn't blame him if he, if he didn't like me anymore. If he found it ugly. I would understand it, and I think that makes it worse," you choked on your words, heat building behind your eyes.

"Oh, Y/N," Alicia said, placing a tentative but comforting hand on your shoulder.

You lay in quiet, listening to your own ragged breathing.

"I'll go talk to him," Alicia said.

"No! I mean, no. Thank you, but no. I... I'll speak to him myself."

Alicia nodded, rubbing your arm kindly.

The sound of the door clicking shut behind her finally spurred you into sitting up. You dressed in a hurry, chucking a wool jumper over last nights pyjamas.

He wouldn't care, would he? You cringed. Yes, he definitely would. Whatever was between you would stop. He'd have the grace to let you down slowly, drawing away his affections. He was a polite guy, he'd probably even say the whole spiel of "it's not you, it's me". But he would, eventually.

Well, you figured. Let it be quick. Like ripping off a bandaid.

You tread lightly down the steps, hoping to see him before he saw you.

Of course, when the slightest groan on the bottom step sounded, his lovely face whipped to meet yours. He smiled in relief, but it was mixed with something else. Disgust, your brain supplied nastily. He was disgusted. He rose to his feet, smiling smiling smiling. But something in his eyes was different, now.

"Y/N," he said.

"Hi," you said.

"Hi yourself, beautiful. Where've you been all day?"

"I'm... sick. Bad cold," you settled on.

He raised an eyebrow. "You sound okay," he said, not unkindly.

"I..." you looked down at your hands.

A siren was sounding in your head. You didn't think Fred had seen you without make up for the last 3 years. Fight or flight was leaning heavily towards flight.

"Well, are you hungry?"

You shook your head.

"Are you sure? You haven't eaten all day. You need something in your system if you're gonna fight this cold."

"I'm not actually sick, Fred," you admitted under your breath.

"I know."

You looked up. He was still smiling kindly. It was infuriating.

"Look," you said finally, rushed and all at once, "if you don't want to- if you're grossed out. Then it's fine, I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore."

Fred was stricken.

"I know it's - ugly."

"Ugly? Nothing about you is ugly."

"Fred, my face-"

"No, listen to me, Y/N. It's not ugly. It's not gross. You're not any of those things, are you kidding?" he said, grabbing your hands. "You're beautiful. All the time, in the morning, afternoon and night. You're beautiful in charms and transfiguration and care of magical creatures. You were beautiful yesterday and you're beautiful today and you'll be even more so tomorrow." He stopped suddenly, looking down at your joined hands. His cheeks had turned bright red.

"Smooth, Freddie," came George's voice, from the sofa behind them.

"Shove OFF," exclaimed Fred, growing more red by the second. Heat filled your own cheeks.

"It's skin, Y/N. That's all it is."

"Okay," you said tightly, trying not to cry.

Fred breathed out, his hair shifting in response. His corded arms pulled you tight to his chest. You breathed him in. He smelled sweet and rough, like burning caramel.

He thought you were beautiful.

You smiled into his shirt.

<3<3<3

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[inoxske]

yoo u got any specific hcs abt fandoms any of 1a or 2b were in during middle school?

yes. yes i do.

Alright!

Headcanons about class 1A in middle school!!!!

i dont know SHIT abt 2b :(

Momo had really bad acne. so did Kirishima. A really big insecurity for her, but she bought expensive shit and now shes flawless fuck the rich

Tokoyami used to blast heavy metal on the bus so people would leave him alone, but dark shadow would sneakily try and tease the girls at the front of the bus for shits and giggles. He still doesnt know to this day.

Jirou, Bakugo, Deku, and Denki had braces. Bakugo wheres his retainer every night! Because he is perfect. Sero used to be insecure about his smile, because his teeth are tall and really big but now he loves them weirdly!!!! Good for him!!

MINA WAS ANNOYING AS FUCK in middle school. I know it. She had a youtube pHASENALMDAONDDJNANE sorry thays so funng she did. she definitely loves cory still

We all know Bakugo was a bully. But before puberty hit, he definitely had a teen titans phase and crushed hharddd on beast boy. He also had crushes on: sokka, finn the human, marshall lee, and bolin (tlok)

Bakugo also was a little emo at one point when his voice was changing. His mother says his voice is so ugly and deep and scratchy now because he screamed along to so many songs (he was a pierce the vail kid, just like kiri. when kiri finds out abt this he freaks the fuck out)

Todoroki kept to himself. He was really angry and anxious in middle school, but besides that he definitly watched cartoons with his siblings when his dad wasnt home. He spent most of his time drawing probably and now he is super good. Just like Jirou! Because i said so :)

Iida was iida. Idk he probably studied really hard whem learning about the really 'embrassing' puberty stuff because he has no fear. King.

Ochako is next. She focused on her studies, but!!!! she also was in like a little cheer team for funsies. She also took weightlifting classes for fun to help out at her parents place. She was very insecure about her looks but not really anymore! She also was a homestuck fan.

Sero, Kirishima, Tokoyami, Bakugo, Uruaka, and Jirou bond over being in embarassing fandoms. They all were Fnaf kids, althoughg Bakugo denies it Kirishima knows he was singing along to the Living Tombstone songs he was playing during a study date.

Lastly: Kirishima. This one makes me really sad. Kirishima was really depressed and anxious during middle school. He listened to sad music and didnt take care of himself. He wore a lot of eyeliner and experimented with makeup a much which means hes really good now but Denki ends up finding his old twitter and bullies the FUCK outta him.

Kirishima gave himself a white raccoon tail one time in 7th grade and to this day he still thinks it was a dope idea. it was he looked fucking cool. Bakugo doesnt want to admit it but he thinks he would have been friends with Kirishima in middle school if he simultaneously wouldnt have also bullied the living fuck out of him.

Hes doing good now tho. Therapy for all.

Thank you for the ask my dear!!! <3

[dracossweetprincess]

yey! can I request draco x reader where they have lots of pimples bcs they're having a breakout and they've been insecure thinking that draco would leave them for someone prettier and he's just like— baby nooo i love you too much to even think abt leaving you bcs of your breakout and reassures the hell out of her aaaa thank you soo much!

ooh also can I be your 🦭 anon?

imperfectly perfect | d.m

dracoxfem.reader

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request: yes/no

preview: reader is insecure about her acne

warnings: mentions of acne, insecurities, self-doubt, soft draco (as a person who has acne this made me feel better, and yes you can be my 🦭anon)

your and draco’s relationship was something very recent, sweet and innocent. not because you both were innocent but because you were still very infatuated with each other, after all you’d only been dating for two months. you always wore makeup around draco, knowing you had acne you were afraid draco would find it ugly and leave you for someone better, someone prettier.

but that became a problem when you started to sleep at draco’s dorm and had to take your makeup off to go to bed, it was always a tough regime to make sure he didn’t see you without makeup. tonight was supposed to be no different, you’d wait until draco turned the lights off to walk out of the bathroom and cuddle up next to him.

you’d both planned to have a movie night at his dorm, but as draco waited for you to come out of the bathroom you started to panic. draco would obviously be able to see you without makeup, and notice your acne. you decided you couldn’t keep him waiting anymore and walked out of the room, turning your face away from him while he was left confused.

you lied down on the bed, back against him and draco frowned. “don’t you wanna sit on m’lap baby?” he asked, stroking your sides. you shook your head hesitantly, not knowing what to say. although you couldn’t see it you were sure that hurt was written all ove his eyes and that broke your heart. “well, can i at least have a kiss?” he asked hopefully.

you shook your head again, letting out a sniffle and praying draco didn’t notice it. well he did. “darling? are you crying? what’s wrong?” you hid your face in the pillow, making draco slide off the bed and come to your side. he easily picked you up, hands firmly under your thighs as you snuggled your face into his chest and your body rocked with sobs.

your acne was your biggest insecurity, especially because draco’s ex astoria didn’t have acne. she was your room mate last year and you’d seen her without makeup several times, you were absolutely terrified draco would come back to her once he saw your natural face. you loved draco more than anything, and were over the moon when he finally confessed to you. you couldn’t lose him just like that.

he softly grabbed your chin, finally making you look up at him. you felt your heart clench, awaiting for the moment draco would mention how many pimples you had on your face. but that didn’t happen. he just kissed your tears away, and finally pressed a kiss to your lips. “angel, what’s wrong? i’m here beautiful, you can talk to me.” beautiful. how could he still think you were beautiful?

“m-my acne, y-you don’t think it looks ugly?” you asked, arms shaking around his neck. “ugly? doll what are you talking about?” draco genuinely was confused, how could you ever think of yourself like that? “you really don’t think i look ugly with all these pimples all over my face?” he shook his head, tackling you onto the bed making you giggle.

“darling, i still see the most beautiful girl in the world right here in my arms. you’re perfect, inside and out. and i would never use something you can’t control against you. i love you.” you felt like cold water was being poured over your head, a sense of relief completely washed over you. “really? thank you dray and i love you too.” he smiled kissing your cheek.

you ended up doing green tea face masks and draco bawled his eyes out while watching titanic, but of course he denied it when you reminded him of it the next morning.

a/n: i hate my writing rn but here it is, if you enjoyed it please reblog, it helps so much! thank you and ily <3

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[slutauthority]

“Bi-Femme: On Being a Traitor and/or a Revolutionary.” by Leah Lilith Albrecht-Samarasinha

Anything That Moves, Fall 1996. Issue 12, pp. 37-39

(google drive link to scan of print.) courtesy of @anythingthatmovesarchive​

(TW for: NSFW, d slur, f slur, q slur, LGBTphobia, nazi mention, racism, misogyny)

“My mama is a very smart woman. When I was 12 years old and I told her I was bisexual, all she said was, “Fine. As long as they don’t look like truck drivers.” I don’t mean that she was smart because she didn’t want me to date butch girls. She was smart because I think she knew that I was going to do it anyway. I was going to grow up to be a femme. “

Right at that moment I had bulbous acne, thick glasses with brown plastic frames and Latin-South Asian hair that my white mom tried to brush straight every day, resulting in a huge, frizzed-out ‘fro. But I also loved to swirl around in long hippie skirts and sneak on makeup and her Chanel Number 5 every chance I got. I had moments, hormone-filled ones, where I would sway and sigh and think how much I liked being a girl. As should be no surprise, I also didn’t shave my legs, was the smartest kid in my class as well as a budding lesbian-separatist, and beat up the boys who tried to feel me up on my way to homeroom. I wasn’t anybody’s stupid little girl, and we both knew it.

Mom and I both dimly knew that I wasn’t a classic, short-haired babydyke, and that there was something weird about me saying I was queer but not playing baseball. When I grew up and became a pro-sex feminist, I tried to recast it all in terms of being a classic example of young femme-dykiness. 

Thing was, much as I wanted to be a true-blue Virgin Mother of the Amazon nation when I was 12 due to all the lesbian feminist theory I was reading (yes, at 12, I even had a subscription to off our backs), I knew I was still attracted to some boys, and that it was too strong to just go away. And as I got into my teens, I dated a lot of boys. All of them identified as bisexual or gay. Most of them were very, very femme. People regularly thought we were both women when we kissed on the sidewalk. At the same time, I fell and stayed deeply in love with my first girlfriend, for three-and-a-half years. I got involved in anarcho-punk for four years for a lot of reasons, but a big one I didn’t want to admit to most people was that the punk warehouse in my town where I got into the scene was the first place I encountered butch girls. My queer, feminist blood was making itself present. 

I’ve defined myself as femme for the past two years, since I moved to New York and borrowed my roommate’s copies of The Persistent Desire and Stone Butch Blues and everything fell into place (thank you, Ananda LaVita). I am a feminist, woman-centered and identified woman who generally feels at my most powerful and confident when I have my eyeliner and lipstick on and am dressed in my own homemade Brooklyn-Asian-vintage-ex-punk-grrrl femme aesthetic. But throughout those two years of coming out, I kept on fucking femmy queer boys. And even though right now I’m thinking about ceasing to sleep with boys, as a period of “separatism for health”, I doubt my desire for anti-racist, anti-sexist queer boys of color, at least, will go away. So what I want to know is, am I still allowed to call myself a femme if I’m bi? Am I a traitor to the Lesbian Nation, flying in the face of all the work women have done to reclaim and celebrate femme-butch desire?

Being (and being very forceful about saying) that I am bisexual, femme, pro-sex and queer, has gotten me quite a lot of attitude. This is what it boils down to: I am really a straight girl wannabe. It’s bad enough that I wear eyeliner and say I’m a dyke. But fucking boys, too? Please, how much more of a traitor to the lesbian nation could you be? I must be one of those flaky “bi-curious” girls whose boyfriend wants to watch. Besides, goes a voice that is slightly more tolerant, femme women are supposed to stand by their butches – hell, femmes really don’t exist apart from butches. Femmes want real butches, definitely not men. Femmes are not bisexual; all the many, many femme girls who started out by fucking boys had horrible experiences with them and just didn’t know what they were missing and once they discovered girls, switched loyalties and never went back. Femininity in women is radical only when it is broken loose of men. I should simplify my life because the revolution hasn’t happened yet. I’m a freak, a slut, my head is in my pussy, woe be unto me – which isn’t too different from being called a slutty badgirl by Ralph Reed. But hey – maybe there’s something to this coalition building between puritan feminists and the radical right after all!

Basically, I could only be a success as a femme if I was as “penis-pure and proud” as a Dworkin clone. And in pro-sex discourse about pre-Stonewall North American lesbian existence, “femme” has been overwhelmingly defined as meaning a lesbian, woman-only existence. Pat Califia, in her poem “Diagnostic Tests,” says “You can tell she’s a femme/Because no man will ever/lay a hand on her again/Now that she’s with another woman.” This sentiment is repeated endlessly throughout The Femme Mystique. Activists and writers have fought for the past 15 years to reclaim butch-femme from the garbage heap lesbian feminism threw it in, to reclaim it as a “deeply lesbian language of stance, dress, gesture, loving, courage and autonomy.” In a lot of ways, I feel like a traitor pushing the boundaries they have struggled so hard (and still do) to gain acceptance for. It’s a typical second-generation anything – immigrant, pro-sex queer activist – thang. 

I’m going to do it anyway because it’s not a betrayal. Joan Nestle, Madeleine Davis and Amber Hollibaugh, all queens of high femme who came out before Stonewall, have spoken of femme desire as a love for “that combination of toughness and softness, that combination of masculinity and femininity.” As Davis put it in their article “The Femme Tapes.” Davis, Hollibaugh and Nestle include both male and female gender rebels within this definition. Femme, they say, seems perhaps to originate in a feminine love of queer sexual deviance, in general, of, as I’ve put it, “the boys inside my girls, and the girls inside my boys.” In Davis’s sexual history as a femme, “some of my partners were very feminine men…Even when I was coming out, I went back and forth some. I went out with a couple of guys who were faggots, who were effeminate.” Joan Nestle affirms, “The first adult person I loved and lusted after was a gay man.”

Femme-dyke sexuality as experienced with a man is far from a neutral category. It exists often as a place full of more conflict and danger than pleasure. For me and many other femmes, the core of femme sexuality lies in femme hunger, in a particularly femme strength of sexual openness, vulnerability and need. For me, it can be summed up by the image of “her fist/slams into my cunt up through my cervix/and grabs my heart/I don’t mind.” Femme sexuality lies in “that desperate need to be fucked senseless…(which) we have and would put up with some incredible shit to get.”

“There is no place she cannot touch me. My body is literally open to any way she infers her sexual need… My body is completely in sync with her, but I’m not deciding where she’s gonna touch me.” When I have sex, I need to feel the touching burn through the layers of numbness I have wrapped around myself. I need intensity; I need to get filled up and fed. To open up, give it all up and be loved, not hated for my intensity, for how much pleasure I can feel and how vulnerable it makes me. And I am doing this as a cultural woman. It is vulnerability that can be both incredibly powerful and incredibly terrifying. I should be hated for this.

Giving this deep vulnerability to a man is not an easy or uncomplicated act in a society of patriarchy where men, to various degrees mediated by their race, class, disability and sexuality, hold the power of sexual violence over women and attempt to deny the power of sexual self-determination over us. In a world where the slut, the whore and the shameless hussy are pissed on, it is in many, many ways much saner to give that gift of womanhood to a butch woman who won’t hate me for it than to give it to a man I may never be as sure of. Davis, Hollibaugh and Nestle speak of desiring faggots and butch women equally, at first, but coming to realize that this vulnerability was only safe with women. They went on to live, by all accounts I have been able to find, exclusively lesbian lives. Did the potential remain? 

I do not believe that in  all cases these women’s desires was “just a bisexual phase”. Some of them probably did just wake up one day and not want boys any more. But I think many might have needed to make a bargain among limited choices. Many might have still retained a desire for sexually rebellious men, but needed to assert total loyalty to butch women to help them survive.

A lot of that bargain centers around issues of visibility and the privilege of passing. The argument goes that no one seeing me or another femme on the street (long hair, nails, vintage dresses and combat boots and all), holding hands with my boyfriend (even if he’s a lisping faggot wearing a Tribe 8 t-shirt and magenta fishnets) will know that we’re queer. All the passerby will see is a boy and a girl.

The argument goes on to say that my femininity allows me the privilege of passing as heterosexual in general, at all times in which I am not with butch women or in queer spaces defined by their presence. These people defined queer as butch women or femme men – people who they saw as gender rebels, whose gender choice was an inversion of hegemonic standards.

I have problems with this argument. First of all, it equates “dyke” with “butch” and “queer,” something that’s as common as mud in queer communities. “In the lesbian community, butches are our image of dykes,” writes Arlene Istar in her article “Femme-dyke.” 

“Lesbians are never described as women who wear dresses and high heels, or have long nails or hair…Oh, we all know there are lesbians like that, but somehow they are different, not like “us”, somehow not authentic.”

But butchness and femmeness, is and of themselves, have nothing to do with how many women a girl’s fucked, how much she prioritizes men over women in her life or how “good a feminist” (however you want to define that) she is. This ideology of dykeness conflates “femme” with “heterosexual feminine,” and “not really queer.” Well, I’m sure as hell nobody’s “spritzhead girlfriend,” as Hothead Paisan would put it. And femme is queer. Drop a femme into a straight bridal shower and she’ll stand out, believe me. I walk the streets with dyke attitude, scanning faces, staying alert, able to face harassment and give it back. 

Second, at the core of this argument lies the idea, put forth by writer like Michaelangelo Signorile, that being “out” is the strategy to end all strategies of fighting homophobia. This idea doesn’t cut it for me. It’s an idea that comes from a place of unexamined privilege, where one can be shielded from knowing the limits of individual, personal strategies for change. I agree that those strategies are important. But I also believe in the necessity of talking to people, and doing mass political organization to counter their homophobia. 

And I want to ask: What about myriad ways of being? What about the fact that “the standard of queerness” I’m most aware of – shaved head, leather jacket, big boots – can read as “Nazi skin” and is also an overwhelmingly white aesthetic? I believe in outness as a politic of asserting the right to walk down the street looking like what one is as a gender rebel – no matter what that is. And I am part of that.

I want a world liberated from the blood and shackles of imposed, false sexes and genders and the differences in power and privilege awarded those genders. People would play with gender there, but one could choose one’s own gender  switch after a while, make it up as s/he went along. What sexual organs one had would be very little, if anything, to do with one’s gender expression. In that world, I could fuck partners who might have penises they were born with, might have ones they’d gotten surgery for, might have bought, or might not have at all.

People tell me that we’re here – we’re not in that world, and I should take what is allowed me by the queer hegemony. But I say that the revolution isn’t gonna come in a big, one-shot, dramatic confrontation with “the enemy”. It’s being birthed out of the struggles we do right here, right now. It’s specific, personal and dirt. And it’s not going to be helped into existence by anything less than the raw, honest, specific truth of what we need and desire. 

The truth I have discovered of my desire, in this Asian mutt’s middle-class passing slut 1996 New York body, is that femme is an attraction to queerness in any form that satisfies hunger. I believe that understanding this is crucial to opening up femme identity to independence from butch identity – as standing separate from our more visible partners. Butch girls can fuck boys casually, without threatening their dyke identities? Well, I want that right too, as well as the right to define what that sex means to me. Butches have historically written and spoken the stories of their identities and desires much more than femmes. Femmes have written too few of our own stories and when we have, our loyalty to women has pressured us to simplify and lie. 

So this is the beginning of a new story. It starts like this: me saying that no, honey-girl, fucking girls and boys in silver platform heels and liquid eyeliner doesn’t make me a traitor. It means I’m continuing in the tradition, taking the sexual and gender rebellion of my femme foremothers one step further, to what I need it be.

-- Leah Lilith Albrecht-Samarasinha is a student, writer, anarcho-feminist, student activist and all around fantabulous babe. Her work has appeared in Riot Grrrl NYC, Notes on the City, Release and various xines. She lives in Brooklyn. “BI-Femme” has been accepted for publication in an upcoming anthology entitled “Femme: Generations/Histories/Visions.

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I’ve re-watched “Young Royals” so many times and each rewatch just never fails to astound me. This is one of the most beautiful stories I’ve ever seen in a teen drama. Yes, it’s trope-y, there’s no avoiding that. And it’s not a perfect show. But, it managed one thing that many teen dramas often struggle with: authenticity.

All the characters, yes, including August, are all so well thought out and no one is one-dimensional. They’re all flawed. They have their own morals and beliefs that they either embrace or reject. They have their own background stories and motivations for their actions. Not to mention, the teens? They act like teens! They go to school, hang out with friends, complain about their families, have crushes, and take part in hobbies. 

And none of them look like they’re about to walk a runway! They have acne and scars and messy hair.

The costumes, man! The kids wear regular, comfortable clothes that are still fashionable and appropriate for school. Yes, the rich kids are wearing designer names that scream “money!” (I noticed the Calvin Klein logo in one of Wilhelm’s sweatshirts) but that’s the thing — they’re subtle without being in your face. Even the girls’ makeup looks like the actresses themselves did their own makeup!

And don’t get me started on the relationships! All the relationships! Familial! Platonic! Romantic!

Wilhelm clearly loves his parents but he’s the second born. The spare. Most of the attention growing up was most likely on Erik. And Wilhelm most likely felt invisible, which was just fine with him, he doesn’t like the attention… until Erik died and Wilhelm became crown prince. Suddenly, all the attention that their parents gave Erik was given to him and it wasn’t the good kind. They have expectations for him now. Big ones. I don’t think Wilhelm’s parents are homophobic, not at all. His mother seemed sympathetic towards him after the video came out. But, at the end of the day, she was still the Queen and she had to make choices for the good of the Crown. And, unfortunately, that clearly took precedence over her role as a mother.

Simon and Sara’s dad made some wrong choices and lost his family in the process. And although Simon seemed more forgiving, Sara is clearly not. Micke tries to get back in Simon’s good graces by getting him the booze for the party but freaks out when he thought Simon was using drugs. And even Linda, best mom ever, clashes with Sara, who believes that their mother isn’t doing enough for them. We, the audience, sees that she is and Simon does, too, but Sara feels that it’s not enough and Linda doesn’t even try to fight her on it.

And Felice clearly loves her mom and struggles to meet her expectations but is getting choked in the process (’quite literally). It makes me wonder if her initially going after Wilhelm is because her mother is pressuring her to get with the prince. During parents’ day, her mother asked after Wilhelm, not Felice. And Felice realizes pretty quickly how toxic her mother is but, in the beginning, there wasn’t much she could do but go along with it. But, slowly and surely, she starts breaking away, starting with refusing to wear her mother’s dress and refusing to be Lucia and giving it to Sara, who actually wanted it.

And there’s August’s obvious distaste of his mother’s boyfriend and his rocky relationship with her after his father’s suicide. August is still clearly grieving while his mother seemed to have already moved on. And although this doesn’t excuse August’s actions, it shows his motivation and how strongly he’s holding on to whatever sort of control he can get his hands on: the rowing team, his status in school as prefect, and Wilhelm.

(More under the cut cause this was longer than I anticipated.)

I can’t talk about “Young Royals” without talking about Wilhelm and Simon’s relationship. The way it started because Simon spoke up in class about the unfairness of the law when it comes to welfare scams and tax evasions. Wilhelm’s whole life was probably filled with fake friends, people who only wanted him for his connections or to elevate their own status. In a sea of fake people, Simon was authentic. He never pretended to be anything he was not. And I can see why that must be intriguing to Wilhelm and he pursues him without even realizing it. He’s drawn to Simon and not just ‘cause he’s cute and has the voice of an angel.

And they got the actual way teenagers act when confronted by feelings for a crush. They watch and long from a distance. They shyly try to get close but get overwhelmed at any hint of reciprocation. The careful hesitation at that first kiss. The heartbreak of the possibility that you read the signs wrong. The giddiness of that first relationship. Yes, they do have sex from the get-go but the relationship itself was not sexual — it was innocent, sweet, and full of adoration.

They even have a fairly healthy relationship! They communicate and talk about their feelings. They don’t let things fester. When Wilhelm realizes he’s hurt Simon, he apologizes. And Simon, even if he may not understand Wilhelm’s motivations, tries to do so, anyway. They have so much respect for each other. They had a relationship that stemmed from friendship and trust.  

That’s what makes the eventual reality setting in hit hard. Because we suddenly remember that Wilhelm is no ordinary boy — he’s a prince. He’s in love with a commoner who also happens to be another boy. I don’t know what it’s like to live under a monarchy but I can imagine that even if the actual people they rule don’t care if their crown prince likes boys, the monarchy is still set in their traditional ways.

And these boys, who are experiencing love and a relationship for the first time had theirs marred by the violation of their first time and the expectations of the crown. Not to mention, they’re teenagers! That’s traumatizing for both of them! 

Suffice to say, I’m glad we have this piece of media that, despite it about being about royalty and nobility and rich kids, it’s enjoyable to watch because it’s incredibly relatable and real.

When you see these characters, you see your peers and people you’ve grown up with. You can even see yourself. 

And that, my friends, is why we need a season 2.