#they cover up their freckles with makeup btw

[phonyroni]

I wanted to add to my royalty au with another possible route: Nobody really knows much about the prince besides vague descriptions. SOOO his loyal servant can pretend to be him and takes his braid, pretending they just cut it to attempt an escape. They look enough like him to let him get away and nobody knows until it's too late :)

[sunshinetrinket]

i hate those stupid "help me glow up" tiktoks because every single stitch is just like "have the most up to date trendy totally-wont-die-out-in-three-months look and look the most feminine you can because thats what makes women pretty and valuable and hide everything about yourself that you've been taught is ugly because they're right" and the comments are all just like "this actually looks so much better 😍"

[ellieluvr420]

We meet again, darling pt.13 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

SMUT and violence, brief mention of SA like once btw. Sorry if this is batshit crazy!

You're woken by the throbbing in your face, as you groan you feel Abby's weight shift next to you and she suddenly pops into your eyeline as she leans over you.

"Good, you're up. How are you feeling?" You wince as you start talking.

"I'm fine, thank you for saving my ass yesterday. I thought she was the food so when she rushed me I was so shocked, I'm getting sloppy."

"Because of me?"

You hold the side of her face and smile. "No, I've got cocky, I needed to be humbled." You laughed at yourself and Abby laughed too as she started getting out of bed. "I'm going to leave when you leave because I've got to get ready for my day with Ellie." She scowls in your direction. "It's business, don't give me that look."

"What are you going to make her do?"

"Nothing for you to be concerned with."

"Seriously?"

"I do this to protect myself but I keep the things I have on people a secret. I'll keep what you did a secret."

"How do you manage to make it sound like everything you do is reasonable?"

"That's not me that's doing that." She watches you smile as her stomach drops. She forces out an awkward laugh.

"Whatever, I gotta shower will you be here when I get out?"

"Yes, darling." You wink and she shakes her head while chuckling as she walks away. You message Jeremy and get up to get some more ice for your face. Then you go to your bag and grab 500 dollars and leave it on Abby's dining table to pay for the damages. You amble back to her bed and lay down while you wait for Abby to be done in the shower.

You're sending messages and emails when Abby walks out in her towel. "Take it off1 Take it off!"

"I am already late. Don't start."

"You're no fun."

"How about I come to yours tonight?"

"Yeah I'll call when I'm home."

You both said your goodbyes and within half an hour you were back in your penthouse. You sat for a while just processing everything that happened last night and then you had a shower. You felt a lot better for it and you managed to do a good job covering the worst of the bruises with makeup so you felt okay. You had to admit your little standoff with Ellie made you only more excited for what you had planned.

Ellie stayed glued to her phone all day just waiting for you to ring but the call didn't come until nine pm.

"I'm outside, black jag, come out quickly." You hang up before she can say anything else and within minutes she's climbing into your car. Just as you did with Abby, you simply survey her appearance, her freckle-stained cheeks, the auburn hair and its shaggy cut. You notice the brightness of her eyes and then you notice the bags under them. "How are you feeling Ellie? Not too sore?"

"Are you seriously asking me that? My head hurts, thanks for that."

"Well who's fault is that?"

"If you're suggesting its mine I'll-"

"You'll do what?" You narrow your eyes at her as a warning which you were pleased to see she took.

"Where are we going?"

"If I tell you that it ruins the surprise. Be patient my love, all in good time." Ellie feels how clammy her hands have gotten as she pulls at her fingers in anticipation. You sit in the car silently until you arrive at your destination 45 minutes later. You're so excited you don't even wait for Jeremy to open the door, you just hop out. You rush round to Ellie's side and stand face to face with her as she gets out. You smile at her and she remains completely emotionless. You shrug as you begin walking to the warehouse. "Follow me!" You wait until Ellie catches up to you and you fling the door open with an enthusiastic "Surprise!"

Ellie looked up at your words and felt a chill run down her back that made her skin feel like ice. The warehouse was empty except for a chair that a man was tied to and a table next to it all on top of a plastic tarp. Ellie felt sick. The kind of sick that made her want to run and hide and never move from her bed again, but she couldn't run because you kept walking closer and she could only follow you. As you reach the tarp where the man sits unconscious Ellie takes in the scene in front of her with a hand over her mouth. On the table was a knife and gun and the man was bloody and bruised. He looked almost dead already and she noticed the large pool of blood under him, she followed the blood to find that it started from his crotch. She felt a small sickening grin on her face when she noticed his jeans were unzipped and yanked down.

"Did you-?" She gestures to the origin of the blood while looking at your smug face.

"Yeah I cut it off." Ellie scoffs. "That's why he's here. He was a runner for me, I caught wind of his indiscretions and I have no tolerance for it. I've done most of the work for you, you just need to finish him off."

"You want me to kill him? No way. You're fucking deranged."

"Look he's going to die anyway." You walk over and bend to put your ear to his slumped over head. "Sounds like he's got an hour or two left. If you don't do this you're only prolonging the inevitable. In a way you're doing him a kindness, putting him out of the misery I've caused him. Just shoot him Ellie. One clean shot to the head, that's it."

"How do you rationalise your actions?"

"I don't, you do." You were still kneeled down listening to the man's wheezy shallow breaths, that mischievous grin never once leaving your face. "One shot Ellie, one shot and you feel how Anderson feels, you have what she has. Do you know why I am the way I am?"

"You're immoral."

"I'm powerful. What we're doing here, we're playing God. That power, all you have to do to feel that, is kill him." You stand and walk over to the table holding the weapons to draw her attention to them. You relish in the way she follows you with those dazzling eyes of hers as you feel like you're under a spotlight. "One shot Ellie, that's all it takes."

Without another word Ellie marches to the table and snatches the gun, aiming it for the man. She breathes in and before she even has a chance to second guess herself she shoots the man. "Oh my god." Her ears start ringing as she feels her heart beat all throughout her body. The throbbing in her head reduces her vision to a blur and her mouth suddenly feels dry. As her arm is about to drop from the weight of the gun antagonising the shaking of her limbs she feels your hand enclose around her wrist as the other takes the gun from her.

"Thank you Ellie. That was beautiful. How did it make you feel?" Your voice is soft as you hand her a crisp white handkerchief.

"Powerful."

"Exactly Ellie. I knew you'd understand. Come on, I'll take you home." You both start walking away from the corpse and Ellie finds herself sneaking glances back at the slumped man. As she watches you climb into the drivers side of your car for once she looks around for any sign of the driver. She shrugs her shoulders and gets in beside you. "If you're worried about anyone finding him there are people clearing up as we speak."

"I'm not worried."

"Hm okay good." You continue driving in silence until you reach Ellie's apartment. "You did good tonight Ellie, I'm impressed."

"Thanks. I'll see you soon?" As she questions you she smirks and you notice the change in her eyes: they're brighter and they have that sparkle when they look at you. The same sparkle Abby has.

"You'll be seeing me very soon." You lean in and whisper in her ear. "You're mine now." You pull away and smile angelically, she chuckles back at you before getting out of the car and walking to her home.

"I'm outside, hurry up." It felt like hours before Abby appeared at the car with a puzzled expression as she looks at you in the driver's seat.

"Hey, what's up?"

"That's what you call hurrying up? Put your seatbelt on." The second you hear her seatbelt click into place you take off for yours.

"Fucking hell, do you want to drive any faster?" When you don't reply Abby studies your face only to notice the small blood splatters spotting your appearance. She can't see much as your eyes are planted firmly on the road but she knows something is different. You pull up to your penthouse and practically throw the keys at the valet before dragging Abby through the entrance. Everything was setting your body on fire, you forgot this feeling and how inpatient it made you. The second the doors of the elevator shut you pushed Abby up against the wall, grabbing her by her hoodie and pulling her into an all-consuming kiss. As the doors 'ding' and open you grab her pulling her into the penthouse before locking the doors of the elevator.

Abby looks you up and down taking in your appearance. Your half-lidded eyes with the eyelashes that you bat at her tellingly. The smirk that you get when you know you're winning, it was the same smirk that was plastered on your face the night you and Abby spoke on the balcony. Your clothes, all black but smeared with a shiny substance, the same substance dotted your face giving you dark-red freckles. She realised you were covered in blood the second she noticed the knife in your hand that was surprisingly clean. "I cleaned it off already don't worry. Are you precious about the clothes you're wearing?"

"What?" Abby scoffs and laughs, half in disbelief, half slightly panicked at your off putting behaviour.

"Are you precious about the clothes you're wearing?" You saunter over to her, eyeing her like you're going to devour her.

"No, I guess not."

"Good." You smile menacingly and Abby gasps as she hears the ripping of her hoodie. She winces as the tip of the knife scratches a line up her stomach and past her chest so hard small bubbles of red begin to appear in its trail. You reach the neck of the hoodie and she feels the knife press against her throat as she backs away, she shuts her eyes as she tries to get as far away from the knife as possible although her eyes dart open again as she feels the knife being removed from its place against her neck and sees you are entranced by the cut going up her sternum. You make eye contact as you dart forward and lick away the blood on her skin all the way from the elastic of her sweatpants to her collarbones. "God you taste good."

Abby gasps into your mouth when you catch her lips in a rushed kiss and she tastes her blood on your tongue. You grab her nipples and twist as you smile into the kiss.

"Ow! You're a sadist."

"That makes you a masochist. Get on your knees." She sighs and chuckles as she gets on her knees in front of you.

"Only for you, darling."

"Oh right answer! You are doing things to me." You drag what remains of her hoodie over her head and thread your fingers through her braid until its loosened enough for you to grab a handful of. "I need a favour, love."

She kisses your thigh and feels the sticky sheen of blood coating her lips and chin. "Anything."

"I need you to eat me out so bad. Can you do that?" She doesn't even respond she just starts yanking your bottoms down with your underwear. You kick them off as you ditch your coat too, feeling like your skin is burning to the touch. You immediately feel her lips attach to your throbbing clit and you look down to meet her piercing gaze as your left hand grabs a fistful of her hair pulling her impossibly closer as she lifts your right thigh to wrap around her bare back before dragging her hand back up your leg and squeezing your ass cheek harshly. "Oh fuck, yeah just keep doing that."

Abby continues like this was the first time she had eaten in a week and before long you were groaning as you came so hard your head spun. "Thanks babe, that was amazing. Now go sit on the couch and wait for me. Please." You had your knife at her neck and it moves with her as she nods and rises. You both lock eyes when you hear the pops of her knees as she stands and you giggle as she immediately shakes her head. "Damn you're getting old."

"Shut up, sorry you're a demon that doesn't age."

"I'm gonna let you off for comparing me to a vampire tonight. Don't take my kindness for weakness."

"I love your kindness."

"Shut up, go sit down." You're smiling at her despite the annoyance in your tone and she starts walking backwards looking you up and down as you ogle her muscular chest. You felt like you had won the lottery when you realised she hadn't worn a bra under her sweatshirt and you're still entranced as you watch her walk to your couch. You discard of the rest of your clothes and inspect the red lining of Abby's blood on the point of the knife. You pop the knife into your mouth as you follow Abby and savour the taste of her, you feel invincible, like a god even when the knife nicks your tongue and you taste the iron filling your mouth and when you meet Abby's needy gaze the feeling only intensifies.

You kiss her like you'll die if you don't and as you pull away you stick your thumb in her mouth collecting some of her spit and smearing it across her lips and chin. You hum in satisfaction when you see the pinkey hue of the spit from your blood as you push her down to lay horizontally on the couch.

"Are you wet darling?" You purr at Abby.

"What do you think?"

"Keep giving me that attitude and you get nothing else from me tonight."

"Oh come on, you know you're turning me on so bad, so come here and do something about it."

"Oh that was smooth."

"I know." You laugh as you pull her sweatpants and underwear down so you're both naked and climb on top of her slotting your hips to hers. You throw the knife down on the floor without looking to see where it landed as you place a hand over each of her boobs that pushed back at your touch as her back arches when you roll your hips into hers over and over again. She pulls you down so you're pinned against her chest as you both continue rocking against each other and moans into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss that she caught your lips in. You both finish with screams and grunts and she scratches your trembling back.

"Follow me, I have a surprise for you."

"Jesus your stamina is ridiculous."

"Don't worry you old lady I'll do the work for now and let you catch your breath."

"Well alright then." She jumps up and follows you savouring the curve of your ass and the sway of your hips as you ascend the stairs to your bedroom. She feels like she’s entranced as she follows you, her cheeks heating up when you cast glances over your shoulder at her. As she walks into your room she's reminded of the last time she was here and her pussy throbs. Her attention falls on the box on your bed and she snaps back to reality to immediately inspect what's inside.

"I figured it would make sense for us to have one here as well. Want to put it on?" She nods her head as she rips the box containing the new strap on to shreds. You giggle as she looks like a child on Christmas ripping open the box but you go quiet again as she fits the harness round her hips and meets your eyes. "Go sit down, get comfy." You nod at the bed as you bite your lip.

"You're so hot."

"I know." You straddle her thighs and sink down on the strap, wincing at the size but persevering until you feel her hips under your legs. You grab her by the back of the neck and pull her forward so your bodies are pressed together. She bucks up into you and you pinch her cheek. "Bad girl."

"Who's fault is that?" You gasp as she chuckles and you push her down by her chest and start grinding down onto her. She tries to grab at your hips to guide you but you pin her wrists down.

"No touching." She whines and you smile as you continue moving on top of her. You speed up and only when your thighs feel like they're on fire do you feel her grinding up into you. You gasp and lean down wrapping your arms around her neck allowing her to encase you in her strong arms.

"What happened to know touching huh?"

"Shut up, I changed my mind."

"Thank god." She flips you both over and presses your thighs to her hips and she drags the dick in and out of you slow and deep. As she speeds up she leans down and spits into your mouth that had fallen open. "Swallow." You swallow her spit and groan as you feel your legs begin to shake. Abby looks down and takes in the sight of the strap gliding in and out of you so easily as it gets shinier with each thrust. You dig your nails into her back and she hisses as she slams into you harder as a response and before you can get a word out your orgasm washes over you and you see white as you whole body tenses. You hear Abby groan and feel her weight collapse on top of you as your muscles slowly relax.

"Good day babe?" She laughs as she looks up at you resting her chin on your chest while massaging your side.

"Good doesn't begin to describe it. Ellie was very obedient, I was impressed."

"You have a way of making people bend to your will."

"Yeah I know that's why you're my bitch."

"You are so unpleasant sometimes."

You both laid together for some time catching your breathe until you dragged her to the shower to get clean. You both argued about the temperature until you settled on a warm shower that she jumped out of much quicker. "Do you want me to change the sheets while you finish up in here?"

"Yes that would be amazing thank you. There's fresh sheets in the closet to the left of my room." She kisses you and leaves you to your shower as you turn the heat dial to as hot as it will go. You feel the water washing away all the dirt from today and as you savour the warmth of the shower you notice your skin feeling as though it is buzzing with the indestructible surge of power you haven't been able to shake since Ellie pulled the trigger.

psa: sorry this took a couple days, life got busy and then i got so high last night i slept for 13 hours so there was not much time to write. Hope this lives up to expecations and if it makes no sense im sorry im still super baked rn <33

[heezoneie]

Hello lovely! 💕 Hope you're having a good day!

Can I ask for a reaction from stray kids where they meet you at a fan meeting and are attracted to you?

Thank you so much and I like your blog!

hey babe! i’m having a great day, thanks for asking🥺! i’m glad you enjoy my blog, and i hope you enjoy this reaction! <3

group: stray kids

member: all

genre: fluff

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Chan:

• when you first walked up to Chan his breath immediately got caught in his chest.

• your bright smile never leaving his view for a second. he couldn’t believe his eyes.

• immediately when you reached the table he began to make conversation. “hii, what’s your name?” he said as he grasped your hands in his.

• “my name’s y/n” his heart began to beat a little faster at the sound of your voice. he has never reacted this way to a fan before.

• chan found himself getting flustered as you ranted about how good of a leader he is. “overall you are the most caring, loving, all round amazing person and leader there could be.”

• his cute dimple showed as he hid his face behind your hands that were still locked with his. he lifted his head and your eyes met with his comforting brown ones.

• “i know i’m technically not supposed to say this,” he began while eyeing the staff behind him, “but i think your super pretty, and i would like to meet you again.”

• your eyes widened at his statement. you’ve read about situations like this happening, but never in a million years did you think it would actually happen.

• chan leaned into your ear and whispered, “meet me outside after the meeting, i can’t wait to talk to you more.” with that he pulled away with a wink.

Minho:

• you had walked up the table while Minho had his back turned. when he turned back around, his eyes widened.

• “oh sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you..” you said sheepishly. minho.exe has stopped working he felt his heart soften at your voice.

• he smiled, “no no, it was my fault i should have been paying attention.” as you were handing him some plushies of his cats, you happen to accidentally drop one.

• ofc minho couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease you. “mY cAts!! mY pReCioUs cAts!” he grabbed his heart dramatically.

• you quickly picked up the stuffed soonie, and handed it to him. “i can’t believe i just did that,” you muttered to yourself.

• (he’s totally whipped already, but who’s keeping track?)

• “i think you owe me now, after dropping my car of course” he panned. quirking an eyebrow, his statement puzzled you.

• “to replace the pain you’ve inflicted upon this stuffed soonie, i think you should come meet the real soonie and give him all the pets he deserves.”

• deciding to go along, you nodded your head, “ i definitely think i should, to apologize.” grabbing your phone from your hand, minho put in his address.

• “be there by 6, don’t be late.” he gave you a smirk and sent you down to meet the rest of the members.

Changbin:

• we are all aware how this man is a s o f t i e as soon as he saw you in the crowd his face would immediately light up.

• he could not keep his eyes off of you (lowkey jealous when you were talking to the other members)

• but oh boy, as soon as you reached him, he would turn into a big baby, and probably tease you about not coming to him first. not like you had a choice

• he would grab your hands and pretend cry into them, which made your face turn bright red. this man knows what he’s doing to you btw.

• he would be so smiley, and makes sure to show off his famous aegyo, bc he wants to to fall for him

:((( even though you already have smh

• binnie would 100% make sure to somehow give you his number and meet up afterwards, bc he’s totally not in love or anything

Hyunjin:

• i got a little carried away with hyun’s😅

• our drama king

• ofc when his eyes found you, his jaw dropped, i mean physical fell

• his eyes followed you everywhere. he looked like this: 👀🙀 he definitely tried to convince chan to switch places with him so he could talk to you first

• when chan said no, he went 😠😠😔

•pouty baby bc he just wanted to talk you first:(((

• when you finally got to him, he flashed his always amazing eye smile. you noticed he had some makeup covering his mole under his eye, and you told him about how much you loved it.

• he:(((( wiped:(((( off:(((( the:(((( makeup:((((

• like when felix did it to his freckles in that one interview? yeah that’s what hyunjin did

• he is also a lowkey highkey flirt with you, constantly touching your hair, hands, face, basically anything he can within reason

• he got so sad when you had to leave, almost to the point where he got so caught up in pouting that he nearly forgot to ask for your number till you were already walking away.

• this boy did not care if anybody else saw, or what the staff was gonna say. he jumped out of his chair and quickly ran to you.

• gaining your attention, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of sight of all the other impatient stays wanting to see their precious hyunjin.

• that’s where he asked for your number, and went on a little rant about how he’s sorry he made a scene.

• it’s safe to say you guys went for food right after the fan sign

Jisung:

• when he saw you walk in, he knew. like he KNEW that he wanted to talk to you, hang out with you, etc.

• so so incredibly hyper when you got to talk to him

• this boy would be so goofy with you, grabbing your hands and flailing them around. it would just be him wanting to make you laugh :((

•jisung swore could swear that when he made you laugh for the first time, angels descended from the heavens.

• he didn’t want to stop talking with you, he just wanted to take you back to dorm right then and there, and just hang.

• you best bet this boy talked to you until finally the staff had to intervene to get the line moving again. he handed you a piece of paper, and told you to wait until you got out of line to open it.

• once you finished going through the line, you found a empty area near the exit and opened the little piece of paper.

• wrote in a messy scribe from writing fast, the paper said “meet me behind the building @ 4, if anybody bugs you tell them your with me. ;)”

Felix:

• he saw you as soon as the fan sign started he basically started bouncing in his seat. (yk the vibrating thing he does? he did that out of happiness.)

• lix would watch you interact with the other members with the biggest smile on his face.

• he would admire all the little mannerisms or quirks/habits you have while making conversations. he just watches with big doe eyes full of admiration.

• he knew he n e e d e d to talk to you. when you got to him, he was so excited and giddy.

• this boy just looked at you with wonder as you talked. he would listen to you talk and laugh all day if he could.

• he thinks you are the most adorable thing to ever walk the earth. he just wants to bundle you up and feed you brownies and cake :((( (someone pls find me a felix)

• when he realized time was up, and he was gonna have to let you go, he got so sad. but was he gonna let you go? no, no he was not.

• felix quickly grabbed a stuffed bear from behind him and wrote his number on its little bow.

• as he handed you the bear he said, “pls call me, i want to see you again.🥺”

Seungmin:

• bby seungminnie

• okay, i feel seungmin would be the best at hiding the fact that he is 100% simping for you even though he just met you 5 seconds ago.

• he would act normal, but on the inside be a complete mushy gushy mess, crying over how adorable and cute you are.

• secretly, would be cherishing the way your hand fit in his perfectly, and the way he never wanted to let go :(((((

• he would look at you with the most adorable eyes ever. he would definitely give you the sweetest most softest smile ever.

• his eyes got so sad when you told him you had to move on to the member bc other stays were becoming impatient :(

• he discreetly put his phone number in your phone, and made sure to tell you to text him asap :(

• i want a seungmin.

Jeongin:

• bbys eyes would be literally this “🥺” when he saw you.

• he was immediately so taken back and needed a minute to compose himself before he ran up to you himself.

• when you were talking to him, he would give you the biggest most cheesey smile ever. he was just so happy to be talking to you.

• he was already falling for the way you talked, acted, looked, just everything about you.

• he would hold your hands so tight, never wanting to let you go. his eyes wouldn’t leave yours for a second, not even when the staff tried to talk to him.

• when he finally decided to listen to the staff telling him to wrap up the conversation, he made sure to tel you to meet him after the fan sign

• and who were you to pass up and opportunity like that?

• he was so happy when he saw you show up after, bby couldn’t stop smiling the whole day. :((

[ghosts-graveyard]

Don’t think about Nureyev still being hyper focused on his looks and always wearing makeup cus he’s insecure and feels like his unaltered face is too raw and open.

Don’t think about Juno seeing Nureyev break down and cry in the worst, messy, red eyes, streaks and snot kinda way and being so patient and loving cus he knows that Nureyev is scared of showing the “ugly” parts of himself and feels forced to look perfect and attractive 24/7.

Don’t think about Juno and Nureyev going to bed- no makeup on- and Juno counting the freckles on Nureyev’s nose + cheeks and kissing his blemishes and eye bags that he never noticed before cus they were always covered up.

Don’t think about Nureyev doing Juno’s makeup and them turning it into a fun form or expression rather than a requirement Nureyev needs to feel acceptable.

Whoops! Too late. Juno looks GREAT in purple lipstick btw

[chansdimp1es]

Back to You - Bang Chan

summary: no matter what challenges the two of you faced, either together or apart, you would always find your way back to each other. 

pairing: bang chan x fem! reader

genre: angst, fluff at the end, 

warnings: swearing, mentions of depression, body image issues, implied eating disorder, mention of s/h scars

word count: 1k +

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cold.

all you felt was cold. 

it was late on a friday night, and you sat at your bedroom window huddled up in your duvet, staring out into the black night. 

“oh for life to always be this peaceful”, you thought to yourself before wiping your runny nose for the umpteenth time that evening. 

“y/n...?” you heard softly from the other side of the door. 

“leave me alone chan, I don’t want to see you” you muttered, before slouching further into your protective shell consisting of your duvet, blankets and multiple pillows - to hibernate from the world forever. 

bang chan. your best friend since you were toddlers. both of your mum’s were best friends when they were young, and his mum and coincidentally moved into the house next to yours only a few months after chan was born after moving to Australia resulting in the two of you becoming just as close as you mothers after countless play dates and birthday parties. 

you’ve done everything together really, from sneaking into each others rooms in the middle of the night to help each other sleep after either yours or his parents a had forced one of you to go home, to your crazy side when the two of you have your infamous sleepovers and you get just a little too excited at the idea of watching a shitty rom-com that both you and chan adore to make fun of. he’s been there for you through thick and thin, but this - this is the one thing you could never be honest with him about. 

you’ve always secretly struggled with anxiety and depression, and despite a few chats here and there, you’ve surprisingly managed to hide the severity of it from chan after all these years. 

from covering your scars with makeup and being careful to not wear revealing clothes around him, to him amazingly never questioning why you excuse yourself to the toilet after almost every meal, there’s no way he could truly know about the black hole that eats you up at every waking moment of your day. 

but this? the pure and utter hatred of yourself? you don’t know how much longer you can go on for, how much longer you can survive the ferocious waves in your mind that threaten to drown you at every moment. 

the truth is, you’re exhausted. who wouldn’t be? but you know that you can never show your true self to chan, or anyone for that matter. you love the fake persona you’ve created for when you’re around your family and friends, the bright, carefree girl who hardly worries about anything, and you don’t want that to change. you naturally don’t want them to start walking on eggshells around you and start treating you as if you’re a fragile china doll that may break at any moment. 

you knew chan would try do everything he could to help you if he found out, god of course he would, but you wouldn’t be able to survive the guilt if you unloaded your mental burdens onto him, it wasn’t fair to him. and besides, you hardly wanted to tell your long term best friend who you may or may not have a major crush on about how you don’t want to be here anymore. 

“c’mon y/n.. let me in. i’m really worried” chan says through the door again. “let me help”, he pleads. “please just tell me whats going on””. “no chan, leave me alone, please” you begged between soft cries. “i’ll call you tomorrow okay?” chan says softly, finally defeated. “bye y/n..”

“bye channie”

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3:00 AM

you’d barely slept. you rarely did anymore, but on nights like this especially, you were left tossing and turning all night. 

the hurt and sadness that you had heard in chan’s tone earlier kept replaying over and over in your mind. you felt bad for shutting him out, but how could you explain yourself to him, and show him the true side of you? it’s not as easy as you’d think. 

suddenly, your phone went off, illuminating a small section of your room and making you squint away from it due to the brightness after all of your crying. 

freckles ;) , 3:02 AM

sorry in advance, i had no choice but to tell him.

he knows pretty much everything btw 

huh? what was that supposed to mean?

your confusion was shortly lived when you heard the familiar sound that you had heard thousands of times before of your bedroom window opening, signalling that chan was here, and you could only think of one thing;

you were going to kill lee felix.

sure you loved you crazy ray of sunshine of a cousin, how could you not? but he was the only other person that you had trusted enough with the shit show of  what your life was, partially because he always saw through you enough to know that you were really never ‘okay’ when you told him you were. he was the only person you allowed to be your true self to be around, and he witnessed nights like these and just held you more times than you care to admit.

you look up to see chan coming through the window, half hoping to see his signature warm, dimpled smile that you know and love, but was met with sorrowful eyes and a tear stained face instead. 

“y/n” he said sadly, making his way over to your bed where you were yet again bundled up in your duvet and blankets. “y/n” he repeats, gently getting into bed and laying down beside you.

“why didn’t you ever tell me” he whispers softly whilst wrapping his arms around you. 

“i just didn’t know how”, you replied, crying into his chest.

“shhh, its okay, i’m here now.” he soothes you, gently stroking your hair, and you quickly dozed off to sleep soon after in the arms of the boy who would never know how close you hold him to your heart, and somehow you knew that everything would finally be okay, because no matter what challenges the two of you faced, either together or apart, 

you would always find your way back to each other. 

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a/n : hey guys! thanks for taking the time to read my first ever fic! sorry for the kinda rushed ending, but I thought it was best to end it where I did instead of drawing it out 🙃

~ s <3

[exclamaquest]

What if Leon had freckles but covered them up, and Junko didn’t have freckles but painted them on? (Or just both of them covering their freckles up and then one day spider man pointing pose)

junko's identical twin has freckles so she deffo has them and i think leon would think that freckles make him Charming the same way that his utter inability to eat a hamburger makes him Charming (this is canon btw) i think he'd think her freckles are cute if he ever sees her w/o makeup tho

[corvidinthewoods]

this picrew is, personally, the best i've ever used. i gave to the creator's ko-fi but i wanna spread it more! so, i wanna share some of its options up front in hopes it encourages you to try it out. alt text included for images btw

many skin tones:

three kinds of body type plus you can mix-and-match the torso, jawline, and cleavage (idk a better word for if ya got boobies showin, sorry)

good variety of noses:

TONS of hair in many different styles and textures, including protective styles like locs or braids and natural styles like space buns or afros. there's even facial hair!!

plus, all hair can be colored independently, even down to the eyebrows

multiple sections for face and body markings such as acne, scars, vitiligo, wrinkles, and freckles.

each of these sections can be adjusted to the color matches the skin tone

three options for headscarf:

ALL the clothing and necklaces have versions to fit each body type, and each headscarf works for all three

misc other stuff includes makeup, piercings, heterochromia, hats, glasses, horns, animal ears, and more

please go try it. it's so good. i've never been so happy with a picrew, and i'm white so i can usually make them look at least somewhat like myself. but this? this is nearly perfect, and i feel so happy. hopefully with such diverse options more people can get that.

image description: myself, made using the linked picrew. very light skin, xl body, soft/round jawline, thin nude-pink lips, button nose with a straight bridge, hazel eyes with lashes, thin eyebrows, small under-eye wrinkles, and pink acne spots all around the face, neck, and shoulders. i have round gold glasses, a black heart stamp under one eye, and am smiling with my tongue sticking out. my head hair is short, dark brown, and tucked into a backwards-facing white ballcap, and there small amount of light facial hair on either side of my face. i'm wearing a black t-shirt with ripped sleeves, gold heart stud earrings, and two silver necklaces. one necklace is short, one is long, and the long one has a small pendant. the head is framed from behind with a white circle and two yellow sparkles. the background is the trans flag. over one shoulder is the artist's watermark, "MAKÓWKA PICREW". end ID

[ao3feed-todoroki]

Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop

Falling in love at a coffee shop by Ghxstcore

The man is a few inches shorter than him, probably because of Dabi's platforms, but despite his height, he's probably the most gorgeous person he's ever seen. His honey gold eyes, dusted with sparkly red eyeshadow and eyeliner so sharp it could probably kill a man, glare at him when their eyes first meet, but almost immediately soften as Dabi looks up. His face is covered in copious amounts of makeup— soft red blush scattered across his cheeks & nose, glittery golden highlighter lining his cheekbones, simple red lipstick, and to finish it off, a little eyeliner heart below the corner of his right eye. He thinks he can see freckles beneath the blush, but he isn't wearing glasses, so he can't be sure.

If Dabi had any healthy skin left on his cheeks, he'd absolutely be blushing right now. — Dabihawks week day 4 | write something based on your favourite song

Words: 2500, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Dabihawks week 2020

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dabi, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Hikiishi Kenji | Magne, Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Relationships: Dabi/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Touya, Dabi & Toga Himiko, Dabi & Hikiishi Kenji | Magne, Dabi & League of Villains, Todoroki Fuyumi/Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko

Additional Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Alternate Universe - Fashion & Models, Oh yeah Dabi's adopted Himiko btw, This is MY au which means I get to choose the unrealistic scenarios, She's the only lov member who doesn't work in the shop, But they're still one big stupid family, The Todoroki's & Miruko are mentioned like once at the end, Dabi is a Todoroki, Dabi is Todoroki Touya

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/23829244

[trikfolmeycom1978-blog]

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[linawritesocs]

👑🍎📚 for Avery please!

sorry, i was able to answer these only now, i came home late today >< (thank you for sending so many questions btw, these are very fun to answer :D)

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👑 "what relationship does your oc have with vil?"

avery hated vil at first. he refused to listen to him and he never did anything vil told him to do. they also got into a really bad argument when vil tried to do avery's makeup and was about to cover his freckles, not knowing that avery was very insecure about them, but still didn't want to hide them. when vil found out why avery got so mad back then, he decided to be less strict with him, however, he still made sure avery always looked as beautiful as possible. vil also saw lots of potential in him and wanted avery to realize that not all people are "beautiful on the outside, but ugly on the inside". he wanted him to become more confident too!! avery has to be more proud of his looks!! eventually, their relationship got better and i think third-year!avery would actually respect vil a lot and he would be grateful to vil for understanding him and teaching him more about beauty.

🍎"what relationship does your oc have with epel?"

avery and epel understand each other very well, both of them don't like being pomefiore students and they don't want others to think of them only as "pretty boys". epel admires avery's personality and he thinks it's cool how avery isn't afraid of standing up for himself and telling vil what he thinks. however, epel is also a bit confused, because this guy has such an assertive and rude personality, but also.. he likes flowers? candy? romance novels? and honestly, i think avery and epel's relationship would be like a reverse version of avery and vil's, it would actually start becoming worse. especially considering that third year!avery would respect vil a lot and he wouldn't argue with him that much anymore, it's also possible that avery would make epel listen to vil more.. and i don't think epel would like it.

📚 "what relationship does your oc have with mozus?"

avery doesn't care that much about most nrc teachers/just finds them annoying and mozus is not an exception. mozus did have some prejudices against him because of avery being from rsa, but when he found out that avery was kicked out because of his overblot.. yeah, he did feel sorry for him. it doesn't mean that he will go easier on him though, avery is still not allowed to be late and he must pay attention to his classes.

[strawhat-pirate]

Hi!! Do you have any body hcs for the strawhats?? The only one I have is Nami w freckles so I want to know what other people think! Nice blog btw :)

Hi anon! I wrote an entire answer to this but it got deleted so I’m just gonna give you my Nami headcanons lol

Nami is absolutely covered in freckles. Just… everywhere. Bridge of freckles across her nose, arms looking like a connect the dots puzzle.

Chubby. Has thick thighs with cellulite and some stretch marks across her belly that remind her of lightning. (She’s secretly really pleased that they go with her weather theme)

Nami and Robin have totally different body types, so they struggle to share clothes. In a pinch Luffy and Nami are similar enough that they can switch clothes, but neither of them find the others style comfortable, with only a few exceptions. (Luffy has fun wearing Nami’s long skirts, but he can’t really fight in them so it’s reserved for laundry day on the ship. Nami usually borrows Zoro’s shirts.)

She isn’t too big on makeup, but loves painting her nails. She ends up biting them and ruining the pattern but she can never really get the corners right anyway. Usopp comes up with creative ideas to help, which results in both of their hands covered in tape at 2am with the best nail art you’ve ever seen. They’re very proud.

She owns a ridiculous amount of moisturizer to stop her thighs chafing. Lots of different scents, but her favourite is tangerine.

Has pierced ears, but she keeps forgetting to wear earrings and they close up a lot. Finds herself spending a lot of time at the mirror trying to push them in.

Occasionally borrowed Robin’s lipstick, but stopped once she realized that Luffy was also borrowing it to draw smiley faces on himself. She didn’t want to contribute to the lipstick shortage, and also it was getting really blunted from all the scribbling anyway

[petersvibes]

the chain - peter parker

anonymous asked:

I saw your first imagine and loved it! Also took not your requests are open. Can you write something angsty?? Drunk!Reader is always funny to me but I’m a sucker for anything angsty

description: alcohol and unresolved feelings don’t always mix. 

song: the chain - fleetwood mac

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: underage drinking, drunkenness, swearing, angst (don’t drink)

a/n: this really isn’t funny at all. reader is very weak and damaged but honestly that’s what being a teenager is like.. at least for me lol sorry if this isn’t what you wanted anon i’m just in love with this boy at the moment and everything is going awry. requests are open btw!

It feels like the world has folded upon itself, inverted in color, and is now pulsing around you with a ferocity. 

The music pulsing through the house rocks it to its foundation, but that in combination with the alcohol pumping through your veins makes you feel like your thoughts are actively being squeezed out of your head. The fun of the evening had long since diminished, leaving you anxious and disoriented as you made your way down the halls. Your classmates that pass you by are faceless, blurry figures who exist only to laugh at your miserable state. You clutch your phone in your right hand, attempting to stabilize yourself with your left by dragging it on the first surface you can feel. Your hand knocks against picture frames and artwork with no regard, and as you feel yourself growing more fatigued, you stop for a moment, resting your head on the coolness of the wall. 

It’s pathetic. It’s pathetic and you know it. For the past three months, you’ve been treating yourself like you’re disposable. You know you shouldn’t have drank this much, or even come to this party in the first place. It’s just that the pain you feel is all consuming at times, but especially on nights like this when everything that’s going wrong with your life seems to be culminating at once. Your legs slowly start to give out and before you even realize it, you’re slumped against Cindy Moon’s bookcase, contemplating just how bad it would be if you fell asleep right here. 

As your eyes fall shut it’s like you’re slowly being submerged in water. The music sounds far away. The refrain to a Hannah Montana song pops into your head and you chuckle a little, hugging yourself tightly. “(Y/N)?” Someone asks, but their voice feels warped and distorted. You feel what you assume is the person’s hand on your shoulder as they attempt to speak to you again. “(Y/N).” They repeat, shaking you by the shoulder lightly. 

Your eyes open and you blink twice, a sense of dread filling you as soon as a pair of concerned, chestnut eyes bore into yours. A frown spreads across your face and you squeeze your eyes shut, your slightly deluded state leading you to hope that when you open them, Peter will have already disappeared. Nevertheless, when you do, he’s still leaning above you, brushing your hair off your sticky forehead. 

“Don’t touch me.” You mumble, weakly pushing his hand away, “Leave me alone Peter.” 

Peter glances both ways, ignoring your pained look for a moment as he pries your phone out of your hand, unlocking it with ease. You protest, reaching for the device but he keeps it just out of reach, typing something quickly before putting it in his coat pocket. He knows he’s crossing a line, but the sight of you slumped quite pathetically against the wall, alone in a practical strangers house invokes an instinct within him. You need help.

“C’mon (Y/N),” He says, helping you stand to your feet. He braces his arm tightly around your back, your arms hanging loosely in front of you. “I’m taking you home.”

You whine, pettily staying in place as he attempts to guide you towards the stairs. Your glare wavers as you struggle to stay conscious, your brain feeling like it is desperately trying to bust out of the front of your skull. Peter rolls his eyes, and in one swift movement, he hooks his arms under your legs and back, lifting your body off the floor.  You gasp, protesting with something incoherent that he disregards, carrying you down the stairs and eventually out of the party. 

It’s only half an hour later that you’re back at your apartment, but having fallen asleep multiple times along the way, it feels like it was only a few minutes. He climbs in through your bedroom window with ease, careful to avoid that one particularly creaky part of your floor. You’re slack against his chest, you have been for a while.

Everything about your room itself is the same. Your furniture is in the same position, the walls are still crowded with posters and bulletin boards. The level of mess surely hasn’t changed; Peter even smiles when he sees that your hamper-like chair is still serving its purpose, stockpiled high with half the items in your wardrobe.

It feels different, however. This was once where he felt the most at ease and where he looked forward to going to every day. When Peter looks at the walls, the only slivers of open space are where he used to be. Every photograph, polaroid, ticket and stupid love post-it has completely disappeared.

Peter moves around your room with familiarity. He places you on your bed, draping the sheets on you, recalling that. When he takes off your shoes, he places them in the exact spot you always did. He’s careful with you, treating your body like it’s made of glass as he replaces your socks with fuzzy ones and your jeans with sweatpants. You’re watching him the whole time, albeit solemn, wishing you possessed enough courage to want him to go away in the first place. The atmosphere in your small space is heavy, and as Peter walks towards your dresser, he feels like he’s being choked.

There are only a few things in there, among other comfortable clothes of yours. He finds the item he’s looking for with ease; it’s the large sweatshirt you got at your first concert. His fingers twitch as his eyes catch a burgundy one tucked at the very bottom, one he used to wear all the time before it mysteriously went missing along with other items of his clothing. Unlike the other items you took, this, in particular, was purposely left out of the bag of his possessions you dumped by his locker following the incident.

Peter clears his throat, grabbing the sweatshirt and approaching you, sitting at the edge of the bed. You put it on yourself, and even though he’s seen you before, he looks away. The fabric is hanging loosely on your body and you lie back down, watching curiously as he reaches in your nightstand silently, retrieving the packet of makeup wipes stowed away in there. 

And your heart just about stops. 

His hand, covered by the cool wipe, contacts your forehead and for a moment, it feels like you’re completely sober. Peter drags the wipe gently across your face, trying his best not to look you completely in your eyes. Tracing over your face invokes a flood of old memories, like every freckle on your skin is a moment he spent with you. His expression is hard, yet lately, that’s all he knows how to be when it comes to you.

He tosses the dirty wipe away, but his hand lingers on your cheek for longer than you both knew to do with. You’re tired, no, you’re exhausted, but neither of you can’t quite bring yourselves to tear your eyes away from each other. Peter sighs, gazing down at you like you’re the only thing in the world. 

“You left.” You say, suddenly, your voice quivering as your tears well in the corners of your eyes. You reach up to feel his hand but he’s quick to draw it away, turning away quickly as if he’s suddenly repelled by you entirely. 

He slumps his shoulders, resting his elbows on his thighs, his eyes dead set on the spot on your wall where the first picture you two ever took together used to hang proudly. And now it’s just empty. It’s all so empty. 

You clear your throat and sit up, cringing as your head and your heart ache in the process. “I thought you loved me.”

His blood runs cold and his heart hammers in his chest, trying with all his might to keep the tears at bay. Behind him, the floodgates have opened as a sob threatens to rip out of your throat. You place your hand on his shoulder, desperate to feel anything from him. You just want to move on, but he is staring at the floor like you mean nothing, like you aren’t on the verge of pouring your heart out. “Please,” you beg, not caring how desperate you sound. 

The boy who answers you is not who you implored only a moment ago. You sought after warmth, answers. You wanted the boy who knows your giraffe fuzzy socks are superior to all others, who knows you can’t sleep without a sweatshirt on, who gives you butterflies and makes you blush. The Peter who replies disappears from your room like he was never there in the first place. 

“I never did.” 

[jerseydeanne]

Good morning JD - good luck at your Dr's appt today. Hope you feel better. I'm trying to stay calm for the next few days and watch the circus with all these MM articles. BTW what's up with her makeup she looks like a clown the way she piled on the make up to cover her freckles

Thank you so much, I’m about to get ready. The clown is in London 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

[screaminginternallyalleternity]

jane headcanons (+ others, because this girls relationship to other people is important to me)

ben can turn into a beast. like an actual beast. but he has full control over it, and he never ever does it unless he thinks he's in a life-or-death situation. jane knows about it and doesn't tell anyone cuz its none of their business but it does lead to weird looks when jane gives him something humans can't eat/drink and everyones like wait a sec

because ben can change and by definition he is Not Human but everyone forgets that (they also forget janes fae a lot too)

jane and ben are actually really good friends because Introverts™ need to stick together.

bens really protective of her but he'll never admit it unless someone asks (brother/sister but no one else has context for it so they come across as two random people that know weird amounts about each other). Do Not Hurt Jane Where Ben Can See It.

janes kinda like sherlock holmes, running experiments and doing stuff that looks really bizarre without context (and she rarely gives it because people don't ask and having a reputation as a weirdo lets her get away with doing stuff other people would DEFINITELY get in trouble for) (ben lonnie doug and sometimes chad know what the context is. they let her do it, because the bafflement on peoples faces is always funny)

she and her mother have a relationship kinda like gina and holt on brooklyn nine-nine: ones more of an authority figure, but have a rock-solid friendship (this does cause trouble when jane needs her to be a parent) because parental authority doesn't quite stick after the fortieth year of a humans life and that authority doesn't stick around anywhere near as long for fae.

you're equals in physical power and there isn't a full chance one will outlive the other why deal with that?? fae run on a different morality than humans okay, parental authority isn't gonna be a thing that transgresses species. (also FG has been more on the neglectful side when it comes to raising jane (not fully her fault she's a busy lady) and as jane ages she's lost the desire to have FGs attention. they are friends tho

like "mom i need your permission to do this thing" 

"you've never asked my permission to do this thing before?? why now??"

"because if i screw it up i don't wanna be the only one blamed for it"

(jane and ben have had this conversation too btw)

if jane and FG are gina and holt then jane and chad are gina and jake: they've influenced each other since childhood (jane on chad more than the other way around) but most people don't know they known each other that long so when the two do something weirdly in sync everyone not in the know is just???

but they love each other but jane thinks chad a douche now and is going to be forever Not Impressed™ until he cuts it out

she knows where all the clubs and bars for fae are and she drinks there once or twice a month. she keeps getting into arguments with other magic peoples, mostly over magic theory. it never really escalates except in volume because turns out janes really easy to rile up when she's drunk?? jordan has to drag her away

everything jane knows about magic is almost entirely self taught. FG won't teach her but she can cajole info out of other faeries when she plays her cards right & jane totally knows where EVERY store in the city that sells magic shit is. every. single. one. she's a regular at all of them

really hates that when audrey left she was put in charge of cotillion planning?? she's an introvert whats she doing this for. its her own personal hell.

Queen of Odd Friendships. well not really Odd Friendships, its just that she gives off the air of someone without many (any) friends, so when it turns out she's low-key friends with half the fae community in Auradon City (and some in Cinderella's kingdom) its jarring. the girl ignored in Auradon Prep is on first name basis' with a five hundred year old gargoyle and a vampire? when did this happen everyone asks. fours years ago, jane answers with a straight face. janes telling the truth

top student (doesn't need to sleep). refuses to compete or even let people know that she's a high-achieving student because she knows her classmates will go nuts trying to figure how she's so good (she hasn't slept in months. she does homework to fill in the hours to dawn. you cant beat her)

doug knows this, doesn't even try to top her in class. its not "be the best in class" its "be the next person after jane to be best in class". he's dealing w it. other people aren't.

when she's grateful to people she kisses her fingertips and then presses them against the persons forehead. its super cute and always (ALWAYS) leaves the other person blushing to their ears because who expects that from her??

loves scary movies. watched silence of the lambs when she was like. nine. whenever she's rewatching it she laughs at the most inappropriate moments. laughed when the dinosaurs ate people in jurassic park

she speaks a bunch of languages with varying fluency including the native fae language (which she and her mother use solely whenever they're alone. keep that heritage up ladies). can read about a dozen more languages (magic books are old a lot of the time and you need to be able to read them properly otherwise you mess up)

is a good bit stronger than anyone knows. like. she could flick a person across a room if she's angry enough. can totally cave someones skull in if she's got enough adrenaline in her. doesn't like that about herself and tries to hide it. because faery

(but she and jay spar all the time when jaynelos are in the flirting stage/awkward trying to figure out emotions stage and have no-holds-barred fist fights. janes SUPER brutal when she fights even when she's holding back. one time she kicks jay in the head and he's all Heart Eyes™)

anyone who knows takes bets whenever/if-ever she gets attacked on just how trashed the other person is gonna be. anyone who doesn't is freaking out because jane looks like Jane. she's tiny. why are you so calm about someone trying to kill her. (get to her and the attacker is moaning in pain on the floor. not-knowers are ????)

brenna d'amico is a really good singer and so jane is too. one of the tie-in books says janes in the acapella group and is an alto. she can play guitar and piano. also did ballet when she was younger and hated it - was forced basically at knifepoint. you Don't want her to kick you.

she does pole-dancing now. less for the 'sexiness', more for the cardio. pole dancing is exhausting.

she and her mother have a deal: jane wears the light blue shit during school hours/days and at formal events. on weekends, jane gets to wear whatever she wants. leads to weird looks when people need to talk to her and she's dressed like someone else. she refuses to explain herself.

blushes whenever someone complements her because people don't complement her much. is even cuter when she does it. complementer is blushing too. she's cute. its a loop of blushes. (she deserves all the complements. come on guys. be nice to her)

sweaters and knitwear everywhere. all winter she can wear a sweater every day and never repeat and outfit (she makes them)

has tattoos. will never tell, and they're really little and she can hide them under her clothes, but she has them. she's got freckles on her back that have been joined into constellations and a couple runes on her skin for protection (she was visiting her dad in starlight valley and he held her hand when she got them done) she loves them.

also has blue freckles and pointed ears. if mal gets to have magic green eyes and purple hair then jane gets to have magic identifiers too. (she covers the freckles up w makeup tho, it weirds people out)

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

(Langst) lance having freckles all across that Freckle Area atop his cheeks and nose, but lance used to get teased and bullied because of them. And now he thinks his freckles are ugly and that he has to hide them. So he's been covering them up with as many layers of foundation as he needs for them to be "erased".

Ahhhhh my poor baby 

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Growing up Lance’s mom always told him how she was jealousof his freckles. She always said “hijo, I wish I had your freckles so thatpeople would know that the stars had kissed me.” 

Lance always love hisfreckles. He would run up to parents and kids and say ‘Look! The stars kissedme!!’ Nobody ever said anything bad to him.

It wasn’t until middle school that people started to pick onLance. Everyday people would pick on Lance for the smallest thing. Being theonly Cuban kid in a primary white school tend to leave him the spot light forbullying.

Lance always found a way to ruin their material. They pickedon Lance for his clothes, he bought new clothes. They picked on him because hewas short. When he his puberty he shot up like a bean. Everything they bulliedLance for, he always found a way around it, until he couldn’t.

“Why do you have freckles?” The kid stepped closer to Lanceand stared at him.

“My mom says it’s because the stars kissed me.” Lance smiledat the boy.

“That’s dumb! You’re dumb for thinking that!” The boy shovedLance and ran away screaming ‘Freckles are Ugly!’

This went on for weeks and every time Lance would thinkabout what his mom said. This kept him positive for the most part. Until itbecame too much for Lance to handle.

Lance was standing in his bathroom staring at his face inthe mirror.

Ugly.

Lance scratched at his face. He didn’t want to be ugly. Hewanted to be pretty just like everyone else.

Lance was 13 when he started to wear makeup.

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Hunk knocked on the bathroom door. “Lance hurry we up, we have to go to class.”

“I’ll be right out!” Lance stared at himself in the mirrorand his fingers ghostly moved from his right cheek, over his nose down to hisleft cheek. Disgusting. Lance grabbedhis foundation and quickly applied it. He wanted them gone.

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It was around 3am when the alarms in the castle started toblare.

“Paladins you must hurry! Zarkon is attacking! Get to yourlions at once.” Alluras voice boomed over the loud speakers. Lance jumped outof his bed and put on his armor, and quickly applied a small dab of makeup onhis cheeks.

The unfortunate thing about makeup is that it can be sweatedoff, and it was coming off fast. Lance couldn’t help it, he sweated when he wasnervous, and fighting for your life is pretty nerve racking.  

After the battle was won Lance landed his lion and startedto walk to the bridge to quickly brief with Allura before heading back to bed.Lance wiped his face, attempted to remove some of the sweat, he didn’t evenrealize the brown mark the makeup left on his armor.

Upon enter the bridge Lance noticed that everyone wasalready there. Allura quickly told everyone her plan to move the castle and ordered them to head back to bed. Lance was halfway to his room before he was stoppedby Keith.

“Hey Lance, you did really good out there, well for theleg.” Keith said jokily.

Lance smiled at himself, after every mission they wouldtease each other. “You didn’t do too bad yourself mullet.”

Keith laughed and walked to Lance and joined on his walk tohis room. “You have to come up with a better nickname for me. Mullet is gettingold.”

Lance started to laugh but stopped when he saw Keith staringat him. “What? Do I have a mullet?” Lance reached back to feel how long hishair had gotten.

“Freckles.” Keith took a step closer to Lance and staredharder.

Lance stumbled backwards. He reached up and wiped away forfoundation, he bit his lip. “Listen I grew up with that nickname, I don’t needit from you.” Lance started to walk away but Keith stopped him.

“Lance wait, I wasn’t saying it in a negative way, I justnever noticed them.” Keith stared at Lances cheeks.

“Well because I don’t want people to see them.” Lance placedhis free hand over his face.

Keith pulled his arm down “Why not? They’re cute, it’s likethe stars kissed you.”

Lance stared at Keith for a few seconds before he broke downcrying. It had been such a long time since he heard something nice about hisfreckles. “You don’t think that they are ugly?” Lance managed to sob out.

“What? No, no, no. Why? They’refreckles.” Keith pulled Lance in for a hug and Lance hugged him back cryingeven harder.

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Lance stood in his bathroom staring at himself. His hand hovering over his foundation. Should I? Lance thought back to that night with Keith and walked out of the bathroom without the foundation. 

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My poor son. Freckles are beautiful!

BTW the thing about the stars kissing you is something my best friends mom said to me and it always sticks with me. 

Thank you for this!!!