first four that came into my mind

Reggie Mantle x Reader PART ONE: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK

Before the story starts I must say this one is pretty long because I needed to tell you a bit of the backstory I have created, and hopefully you guys like this it’s my first fanfic ever. Also I see very little Reggie Imagines, so one came to mind and I decided to write, please comment what you think about it. I’m thinking of turning into little series so I’m guessing this is Part One.

words: 1974

Summary: The beginning of something b/w the reader and Reggie

Spoilers: Its gonna get good by Part two i promise, hopefully you guys like it

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four -  Part Five - Part Six    

Such a small town Riverdale was. A town where everyone knew each other. By default though, the town you once knew was falling apart. Your parents’ generation was so screwed up and your generation was just trying to make it out alive.

           The next thing you knew this wholesome town had turned into a horror film, and you were not looking forward to the ending. Ms. Grundy was exposed a sexual predator and sent to Jail, and as happy as many people were that she had been put away, you couldn’t help but think how your friend Archie was doing. Not everyone knew that it was Archie who she had been with, as The Coopers decided to keep his identity a secret for his sake and the fact that Betty would not have them humiliate him.

           Then the incident of July 4th, when Jason Blossom was running away with Polly Cooper. Forbidden love, which ended in such a tragic ending with the murder of Jason. Then again does Forbidden love ever get a happy ending?  There you could not help to think of how both Cheryl and Betty were doing. Cheryl had lost her best friend, her confidant, the only one who was there for her unlike the rest of her tragic family dynamic. Betty in a sense lost Polly too since her parents sent her away because “she was not well” and she hasn’t seen Polly since.

           With you though you’re problems weren’t as big as theirs. Growing up in Riverdale was not easy, especially when all of us kids were just trying to make our parents happy, while trying to do the things we loved. You were the neutral ground for all the kids, well you and Betty. You had always hung out with almost every kid in Riverdale, from Betty, Archie, Kevin, Jughead, Cheryl, Chuck, Moose, Ethel, Trev, Josie, Valerie, Melody and Reggie. Now adding the new girl Veronica who seemed quite nice. She had her share of dysfunctional family problems too just like many of us in Riverdale. You’re parents came from nothing and in Riverdale they blossomed, your dad became a doctor and became rich and your mom decided to quit her job to support the household, which was not really her choice, but she would do anything for your father.

           These days though you were all grown up, many from different sides of the high school spectrum. Cheryl had her River Vixens cheerleading squad, Archie found love in music and sports (Such a Troy Bolton), Kevin realized he was gay (which we all accepted), Jughead found comfort in writing, Betty opened up The Blue & Gold newspaper for school again and dragged Jughead with her. Josie made a band with Val and Melody, Reggie/Chuck/Moose/Trev decided to channel their issues in the Jock spectrum. You however loved art, so they’d catch you drawing or painting hanging out with all of these losers on your free time. Oh did I forget to mention where Veronica made you and Betty tryout for the River Vixens. You only did it for the reason you do anything for anyone, to make them happy. Obviously you thought you weren’t going to make it. Proven wrong though when Cheryl accepted you because you were her friend and she knew you had “fire” only when your “fire” is needed. Though since the light of events this summer You and Veronica helped get Betty on the team.

            .

           You were arriving home in your new uniform since you didn’t have time to change, Your mother seemed a little too happy about you joining the vixens, and dad was just happy you weren’t just the “hippie”  artist.  I did say this was a small town right? Well word got around that you were now a vixen. And to avoid your parent’s cheeriness about this whole ensemble you changed and decided to go to Pops.

           As you opened the door to Pops with the delightful smell of burgers and fries, you looked to your right to see Jughead in his usual booth typing away and slip across him in the booth.

“Hey” you stated as he looked up. “What no more uniform?” he retorted.

“Oh c’mon not you too, I am so tired of the comments and looks I have gotten” as you replied back Arch, Kevin, Bets, and Ronnie were coming into Pops

“Oh c’mon (Y/N) you talk to everybody here, you were bound to became a bit of the “in-crowd” Jug signals with his fingers.

“I just don’t want this to take time away from my art” You replied as the gang snuck into the booth.

“You can do both like me, (Y/N)” Archie answered with a smile as you gave a shoulder shrug.

“I only did this, because Ronnie made me, and thinking Cheryl wouldn’t let me in” you exclaimed.

“Oh come on I just recently met you and I can now see you have legs!” Veronica exclaimed after listening into our conversation.

“Yeah (Y/N) we’ve all known you for so long honestly I thought the only part of you that moved were those hands when they’re painting away.” Kevin adds on with a giggle

and so we kept on talking until it was our curfew and we had to go, the only one who ever stays behind is Jug trying to fix up his novel.

“Get some rest” you say to Jug as you are one of the last one there and he just gives you a glare and bids you goodbye.

The next morning as you were getting ready to leave your house, your parents call you.

“(Y/N), we need to talk to you!” Your mom shouted from downstairs.

“Coming!” you shouted back, grabbing your stuff for practice later.

“Hey mom, dad what’s up?” you asked as you reached them in the kitchen.

“We are having dinner with The Mantles on Friday night” your father answered

“And we need you home and go buy yourself something nice for the dinner” your mother ordered with a smile as she continued dads sentence.

Confused as to what’s going on since you don’t really mingle with The Mantles anymore you ask “Why?”

Dad just shoots you a look “Its business, and I want you here and that’s final (Y/N).”

You nod and make your way to the door and get the bike to get to school.

As you walk through the hall reaching your locker to shove in your Vixens outfit, he appears with a smug look on his face.

“Hey (Y/N), looking good today, um well you look good all days” Reggie fidgets and continues “but you definitely look good today.”

“I’d like to think so” you retort “but does this by any chance have to do with the fact that our parents are having a dinner on Friday?” you question Reggie

“Well a bit, but I always have to compliment a girl when she looks good” he smirks

“OH MY SAVIOR!” you give a sarcastic comment while motioning your hands to forehead like a damsel in distress, as Betty and Ronnie approach you.

“Hey, Reggie” Veronica speaks up, “um I was wondering if you’d like to do something on Friday?” she asks Reggie

“Sorry Ron, I got plans with my family and (Y/N) family” and he bids farewell by reaching to his forehead with his hand as if he was tipping an imaginary hat and walks off with his Goonies as Jug likes to call them.

“The (Y/L/N) and The Mantles together again, it’s been so long, what’s the occasion?”  Betty questions me.

“Is there something I’m missing here (Y/N)? You said you guys were just childhood friends” Ronnie adds on

“Oh, oh… my god no! We used to be very close when we were smaller, but um… no, you can have him Ron I haven’t changed my mind, and my dad said its purely business related” you retort while closing my locker answering to both Betty and Veronica.

The day goes by and during lunch you head on to ask Cheryl if there is going to be practice on Friday.

“No, I got some things to do at home (Y/N), have a nice dinner with The Mantles” Cheryl answers and gives me devilish smirk

“It is not like that Cheryl, just a business dinner” you answer annoyed.

“I always did think he’d end up with you, before he went full jock king on us and you ended up the tortured artist” she stated with sly smile.

The week went by and you bought yourself a dress that both you and your mom could find middle ground on since you preferred jeans and t-shirt on any occasion. It was Friday during lunch and you were with Jug, Kevin, Arch, Bets, and Ronnie. Talking about your plans for the weekend when Kevin decided to have a movie night tonight.

“Can’t, family dinner, if I skip it they’ll put me on death row” You told Kev

“Seriously? Ok how about Saturday night then?” Kevin asks

“Yeah, I think I can, how about you guys?” you ask the rest of the group

“Yeah sure, Betty and I will stop sleuthing for a night” Jug answers while taking a bit of food from all of us, while Betty nods

“I’m in!” Veronica states “What about you Archiekins?” She says taking away one of Archie’s fries.

“Yeah” the red-haired boy answered.

Reggie made his way to the table

“Hope you’re not making any plans for tonight (Y/N/N) my parents and my little sister would be so sad” Reggie states with a puppy dog expression.

“Oh, God please don’t call me that.” you tell Reggie while making an annoyed face.

“What? You love it when I call you that!” Reggie proclaims

“Yeah when we were eight” you declare as he walks off before Ronnie can get to talk to him.

“Well he’s been awfully sweet to you lately” Betty announces to the group

“It’s probably because he doesn’t want me telling our parents he’s a jerk most of the time” you say, while Ronnie just looks at you with a small smile, before you get to speak again, to re-assure Ronnie, Kevin decides to open his mouth.

“OMG, Sorry Ron, but you and Reggie, can it be? Straight out of a movie plot” he motions his hands together against his heart.

“I promise, he’s yours for the taking Ron” you speak up glaring at Kevin.

At the end of the school day as you’re getting ready to go home Ronnie stops to talk to you.

“Hey (Y/N), look if you like Reggie it’s okay, I mean you guys have history, I’m new and he doesn’t even give me the time of day, I mean…”

You grab her by the shoulder and cut her off by saying “Look Ron, you like him, me and Reg were just friends, I have never thought about him like that, never.”

Ronnie gives you a sad smile “Look I’m just saying the guy is hot, and he doesn’t even look my way, when he looks and talks to you it is like he is not that douchebag everyone thinks he is”

“Ron I… I… look… Look I am not going to let you mope around like this, I admit that Reg is good looking, but that could never happen you like him, and were just polar opposites that could never work out” You reassure her.

She looks at you still a bit sad and so you speak up again “I promise to talk you up during dinner, so he can start crushing on you, I’d invite you, but my parents as I have said would put be on death row if I did”

You bid goodbyes as you headed home to get ready for dinner with The Mantles.

Man it is going to a long night…

Originally posted by riverdalesource

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Bts | Reaction | Bed Rock

[ XD i can just imagine the fear on some of their faces lol thanks for requesting @ranmin10 and I hope you enjoy it !! ]

Seokjin 

“Oh no…” 

It happened during your intimate activity - the bed not being able to hold on for much longer, as it finally collapsed from beneath the two of you. If your noises combined didn’t draw attention to the boys, that loud-ass crash definitely did. The thought of his children now catching on to what you two were up to, and the outcome of it happening - he could only giggle at how on earth he planned on explaining himself. 

Yoongi 

“Well, that happened. Shall we continue?” 

Come on, this is Min Yoongi. If the bed didn’t collapse at least once in your relationship, then he felt like he wasn’t rocking your world good enough. If anything, he probably planned for it to happen by buying the most unstable bed he could find. But, he’d never tell~ 

Namjoon

The sound of the bed hitting the floor right after he reached his end - just mere seconds after finishing you off - would put this man in pure euphoria. Just like Yoongi, it was something he had hoped for - to let the guys know that ‘Yeah, Kim fucking Namjoon did that.’ He’s not called ‘God of Destruction’ for nothing, honey. 

Hoseok 

“Haha, guess who’s moving out! Haha, me!” 

Once it happened, Hoseok couldn’t help the mental breakdown he was having with himself. He’ll laugh like it was funny, but on the inside - he was devastated. His hyungs will never let him live this moment down, and Hobi could practically hear Taehyung and Jungkook teasing him to kingdom come. 

Jimin 

Him: This is the fourth bed we’ve broken, jagi. It was nice knowing you, the sex was great, you were an amazing girlfriend and I love you - but honestly, this is the end.

You: End of what?

Jimin: The end of my dick - because they are definitely chopping it off after this. Say your goodbyes, for he will be missed. 

You: Jimin, I don’t think-

Jimin: FOUR BEDS, Y/N. SAY. GOODBYE.

Taehyung 

Tae would walk out the room on egg shells. He knew there was no way the guys didn’t hear what happened. When he finally did make it to the area they were all sitting at, all eyes were on him. Not knowing how to explain, he reacted in the way that first came to his mind - going for a high five. Namjoon, being the closest, was the first person he tried. 

As you can see, he wasn’t having it. 

“You’re paying for that bed, you little shit.” 

“[Nervous chuckle] Understood.” 

Jungkook

“I knew we should’ve used Jimin’s bed…” * having internal crisis * 

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✰ * º ❛   buzzfeed unsolved sentence starters  ( pt. three )   ❜

       (   part of the youtube starter series   )

‘  let’s just say some brutal murders happened in there which would lends itself into being haunted.  ’
‘  give that baby a ball.  ’
‘  why is it only people who get murdered? why doesn’t someone who choked on a peanut get a ghost?  ’
‘  you know, people don’t like their stepmothers.  ’
‘  so you think like 90% of people who have stepmothers are like ‘aw, my stepmother… i’d love to bury an axe in her face.’  ’
‘  that is fucking awful.  ’
‘  that’s strange because, if your pa is laying there, his head turned into blood oatmeal, and you hear ma come in, you’re probably not just like, ‘oh, i wonder what she’s up to today.’ you’re probably like, ‘hey ma, you should probably come here.’ not just, ‘oh i wonder if she’s gonna go take a little nap.’  ’
‘  i’ve got a life-changing thing to tell you here.  ’
‘  we should probably give her a little holler.   ’
‘  i mean, maybe she’s just thinking back on the good old mutton days.  ’
‘  it reminds me of downton abbey a little bit. it’s very proper.  ’
‘  i feel like a little fancy little lord in this room.  ’
‘  i’m not doing this because i want to steal.  ’
‘  i’m doing this because i want to give the ghosts significant reason to haunt me. i want them to be upset with me.  ’
‘  i stole from you, you hear me?!  ’
‘  cool….. that’s pretty… cool.  ’
‘  if people were already like, ‘we think you murdered them’ i’d be like, ‘fine, i guess i’ll spend their money.’  ’
‘  i’d like to see you put on a dress from that time period– that came out weird, i could’ve worded that better.  ’
‘  we’re sleeping here. we can’t even run away!  ’
‘  she’s gonna kill us tonight.  ’
‘  come on, buddy. times-a-tickin’. show up. murder us. be the first ghost to murder someone in history. we’ll get it on film. you’ll be famous.  ’
‘  just say something. you don’t have to get violent.  ’
‘  those are four pieces of circumstantial evidence that make him just as much of a suspect, in my mind.  ’
‘  both of them seem dubious as hell, that’s all i’m saying.  ’
‘ but you know me… i’m a fan of conspiracy theories.   ’
‘  i was gonna say this doesn’t seem that crazy to me.  ’
‘  wait, are we agreeing right now?  ’
‘  i’m not saying ghosts are real, i’m just saying.  ’
‘  can you imagine if you got sleep paralysis in this room?  ’
‘  why would you fucking say that right before we’re about to sleep?  ’
‘  dude, why would you say that? you know one of my greatest fears is a face staring at me through the window.  ’
‘  even if we get possessed tonight, we can have a nice brewski after.  ’
‘  well, i’m just trying to distract myself now.  ’
‘  the late 1800′s was peak ghost time. 90% of ghosts are from that era.  ’
‘  you never really hear about a ghost from 2010 or so that’s wearing like a flannel and ripped jeans or some shit like that.  ’
‘  they’re followed by doom.  ’
‘  they’re really just getting boned by fate now.  ’
‘  do you think because you believe in all of this stuff that you have a higher chance of being a ghost?  ’
‘  i’d be a pleasant ghost. i’d like pour people tea and stuff like that or i’d do chores around the house and i’d tip my hat and i’d tap dance out of the room.  ’
‘  right, doesn’t that sound great? wouldn’t you like to be haunted by me?  ’
‘  this is the sorrowful room. do you feel sorrowful in here?  ’
‘  i’m fine with not talking too much to he because she scares me.  ’
‘  i feel a little bit like i’m being watched, but i don’t mind it.  ’
‘  oh fuck, dude. i feel really weird all the sudden.  ’
‘  i don’t feel particularly strange, it’s just not a great chair.  ’
‘  now that’s just rude.  ’
‘  it’s kinda just a dick thing to do.  ’
‘  how do you arrest a ghost? you can’t.  ’
‘  you better watch out or the ghost of yankee jim will give you some taffy. some folks say they hear him playing a jolly little kazoo tune in the middle of the night.  ’
‘  he’s not a ghost. that’s not a spooky enough name.  ’
‘  if i were him, i’d haunt this place.  ’
‘  let’s do it before i change my mind. let’s just do it.  ’
‘  watch your language!  ’
‘  well, you’re not a man of your word.  ’
‘  it’s a nice sunset. enjoy it, it’s the last one you’re ever gonna see.  ’
‘  you don’t think ‘the grey ghost’ is a pretty cool nickname?  ’
‘  right, yeah, it’s a haunted ziplock bag.  ’
‘  before that toothpaste hit the floor, i didn’t believe in ghosts. i thought this was all b.s.  ’
‘  i swore i’d never return, but here i sit, like a freakin’ idiot.  ’
‘  who stores laundry detergent in a gin bottle, though?  ’
‘  by the way, i have a bottle of whiskey in my room if you wanna go drink it.  ’
‘  that just fucking cut through that thing like a hot butter patty.  ’
‘  ‘ugh’? that’s all you gotta say about that?  ’
‘  boats are tough, ya’know? it’s not an easy life, the boat life..  ’
‘  are you scared right now?  ’
‘  you’re not fucking scared right now?  ’
‘  could it have been my imagination? of course. could it have been a spirit? well, maybe.  ’
‘  i just think it’s embarrassing for them to drown in a pool… on a boat.  ’
‘  it looks like it’d be pretty easy to get crushed to death here.  ’
‘  a little seamen lubrication, huh? c’mon, that was funny.  ’
‘  do i feel strange right here? yep, i don’t like it.  ’
‘  okay, now i’m starting to get scared again.  ’
‘  you’re really gonna hate this.  ’
‘  i have a feeling i’m really gonna hate this.  ’
‘  you’re gonna lose your mind.  ’
‘  they laughed and told me i was an idiot to my face.  ’
‘  i don’t think we’ve ever attempted something more idiotic than this.  ’
‘  did you just fart? you piece of shit.  ’
‘  oh crap, i’m starting to psych myself out again.  ’
‘  i don’t know what you did. i’m angry again.  ’
‘  what the fuck? it’s morning.  ’
‘  she’s a beaut. you’re a beautiful lady. i love your bones.  ’
‘  alright, approach it with an open mind. let’s get started.  ’
‘  so this is just a bunch of hobos and rapscallions who were meeting down by the train tracks?  ’
’  28% of people believe in the existence of a new world order.  ’
‘  28% of people probably believe that the sun moves around the earth.  ’
‘  well, i don’t have any scientific polls for that, so…  ’
‘  i’m just sayin’ people are dumb!  ’
‘  that’s not creepy? that didn’t make your spine tingle a little bit?  ’
‘  oh, i can’t wait for that parade of other ‘experts’ you’ve got lined up.  ’
‘  4% believe that lizard people control our societies.  ’
‘  xeroxing is not how cloning works!  ’
‘  what are you, a clone expert now?  ’
‘  i don’t believe you. i’ll fucken look it up right now.  ’
‘  he looks like he just pooped his pants.  ’
‘  the name of their child, blue ivy, has been interpreted to stand for ‘born living under evil illuminati’s very youngest.’  ’
‘  so this has just moved to… like, frat-level hazing?  ’
‘  i am not in the illuminati, she is not in the illuminati… you may be.  ’
‘  by the way, if the illuminati is a real thing, the fact that they have a public relations director… fucking amazing, right?  ’
‘  i’m not saying that there’s lizard people– ah, fuck, i guess that is what i’m saying.  ’
‘  what the hell are you talking about? you’re making this all up.  ’
‘  what the fuck are we doing here?  ’
‘  get our little detectives hat out.  ’
‘  is this all in our mind?  ’
‘  this could be the most elaborate delusion of all.  ’
‘  these are true crime serial killer trading cards.  ’

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STAY (1)

Genre: Fluff / Angst

Pairing: BaekhyunxOC

Summary: They say we’re all bound to our soulmates. So what will happen to your four year relationship with Baekhyun when he finally found his “The One”?

A/N: This would be my first ever story, idk what i’m actually doing hehe this is quite short since it’s just the beginning, I’d make the next chapters longer :-)

You shot up to a sitting position gasping for air. You were sweating and your hands were trembling.

When your mind was a little clearer, you looked at the clock on your bedside table processing the time.

10:24 am it read

You overslept again.

And you had a bad dream.

Yet again.

Not long after, Baekhyun came to your shared room looking so worried. He rushed to your side and sat on the bed and held your cheek in one hand.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Are you having a bad dream again?” He asked while rubbing circles with his thumb on your smooth cheek.

You only nodded and he sighed.

It had been the same dream for 3 consecutive nights. You would see Baekhyun standing not very far from you with a sad look in his eyes. You would try reaching out to him but whenever you do a girl would always appear from behind him, wrapping her arms around him. Baekhyun would be staring right back at you which was why it felt so real. He would slowly turn around to face the girl, entwining their fingers. You would panic and try calling out to him but whenever you tried to, no voice came out and suddenly there would be a tightening in your chest. You couldn’t breathe, it was like you were drowning. That’s why you always ended up gasping for air when you wake up.

It was strange, and you wanted to know why you were having this dream over and over again. Perhaps it was your fear that you and Baekhyun have a soulmate waiting for each of you was why you were having them. You tend to overthink which was a bad habit Baekhyun wanted you to stop. He just didn’t like seeing you stressing yourself.

“Baby, look at me” He said in a soft voice. You looked at him listlessly.

“It won’t happen, okay?” He tried reassuring you.

“Baek-”

“No, listen Y/N-”

“No, Baek listen to me.” You pleaded which made Baekhyun stop talking. He just looked at you with those loving eyes, egging you to continue. He wanted to know what was bothering you. He wanted to ease your pain.

“We’ve been together for four years…”

”And we would be together for four more, and another four, we’d be together until we run out of fours…”

”No….we won’t. Even if we wanted to” You said dejectedly. He removed his hand on your cheek and stared at you with a hurt expression. He looked like a kicked puppy right now and you just wanted to hug and kiss him but you needed to get this out. It was eating you from the inside.

“Four years and you had been nothing but good to me. You were always by my side the same way as I was with you. I wouldn’t ask for a more perfect relationship even if I could. But…..but there would come a time we would have to let go, you know? And I- I can’t….” You swallowed the lump in your throat, not daring to look up.

“Cause sadly, I don’t get a say in this, Baekhyun. And neither do you.” You said. You didn’t even noticed you were crying until a tear fell on your lap. You weakly continued, head hung low.

“It’s inevitable. You will find your soulmate the same way I would find mine. We’re both bound to fall in love with someone else and where does that put either of us? Who finds their soulmate first? Tell me Baek, who would break first?” At this point you were only slurring out the words. You couldn’t speak properly because you were a crying mess and Baekhyun quickly took you in his embrace. Your head was on his chest, tucked in between his arms and he had this strong yet gentle hold on you. Strong enough to let you know that he doesn’t want to let go but gentle enough to give you a choice. So you did choose. And you chose to let him.

“Hey, no one’s leaving no one, alright? I love you so much and I won’t let some stupid destiny-soulmate shit ruin us. If I meet my soulmate, I would kindly ask her to leave me alone since I already have the love of my life right here in my arms. And if ever you find yours, well, I would beat the living daylights out of him until he’ll personally back down from being your soulmate.” He told you softly and it made you chuckle a little although you were still crying. There was something with the way he said it that made you want to believe his words.

“Baekhyun?” You called out after a few minutes of comfortable silence. He hums in reply as he keeps drawing invisible shapes to your back, soothing you.

“You’re such an idiot.”

You couldn’t see his face but when he kissed the crown of your head, you could feel the smile forming on his lips.

“I know, sweetheart. But you love me anyway.”

And you didn’t say anything because he was right. You did love him anyway.

“God, for a second there I really thought you were breaking up with me.” He spoke after a few seconds had passed. You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your lips.

“You just started talking about how long we have been together and how thankful you were for having me, I was about to have a panic attack you know!” You rolled your eyes playfully at him even though he coudn’t see you. But knowing Baekhyun, you knew that he knows.

“You’re being dramatic, Baek” You retorted and you heard him snort.

“I wasn’t the one crying!” He held you tighter while he laid back down on the bed bringing you down with him. He kissed the side of your face then whispered,

“And besides, I just can’t afford to lose you, Y/N. I love you too much.”

You only hummed in response. He looked at you in disbelief.

“I just declared my love for you and you won’t even say it back?”

“Hmmmmm…..next time”

“You are unbelievable.”

“And you love me anyway.” You copied his words from earlier.

It was Baekhyun now who didn’t say anything else but kissed you while he entangled his limbs with yours because you were right. He did love you anyway. 



You ended up cuddling in bed for an hour and you wanted to stay like that a little longer but Baekhyun had other things in mind.

“Come on stinky let’s go take a shower, we’re doing groceries today” He said nudging you on your cheek with his nose.

You grumbled because you didn’t want to go anywhere today. You just wanted to stay in Baekhyun’s embrace because it was really warm and comfy. Baekhyun felt like home.

“Baby~ let’s goooo~ we need to do the groceries” He urged and he was about to let go of you but you held him tighter.

“Can’t we just stay in bed? I like you hugging me like this and plus, I really have a bad feeling about this day.” You whined like a child. It was true, you felt like something bad was going to happen once you step outside the apartment building and your gut feeling always turned out correct.

Baekhyun found you adorable and almost gave in to your request. But responsibilities are responsibilities. You could always order take out but he wanted to cook something special for you today since you have been so stressed lately. He also loves doing groceries with you because it made him feel like you were a married couple. He also loves showering with you. He just loves doing everything with you. Period.

“Nothing bad is going to happen, silly. Babyyyy I swear you’re just overthinking again. Come on, let’s do the groceries. I love doing the groceries with you.” To your dismay, he was very adamant about his decision. He separated from the hug but immediately held your hand and kissed the back of it.

“Come on, I’ll show the world just how beautiful my wife is. But first, let’s take a bath.” He smiled at you adoringly before pulling you along with him.

“I’m not even your wife, Baek.” You blushed. He was just being his usual sweetheart self but you could never get use to it. 4 years into the relationship and he could still make your heart flutter.

“Hmmmmm….maybe not yet. But we’ll get there.” 

“I can take a bath on my own, you know.” You pouted.

“I know, but you love showering with me.” 

“I do not.” 

“Nuh-uh, that’s not what you were screaming when I was balls deep in you yesterday in the shower-”

“Oh my god Baek!!!” You hit his arms playfully with your free hand. You covered your face in embarrassment.

He smiled cheekily and crinkled his nose at you.

“I’m just kidding, sweetheart” He said while he took your hand away from your face and kissed the tip of your nose before entering the bathroom.

Your “morning shower” took approximately one hour and thirty minutes.



The car ride was filled with laughter and random topics. This is another thing you loved about Baekhyun, being with him was so comfortable. You never ran out of anything to talk about because your thoughts just seem to align with his. He’d steal some chaste kisses whenever he had the chance and you weren’t complaining. It was a 20 minute ride to the small grocery store but it felt like it wasn’t enough.

You and Baekhyun were enjoying each other’s company while walking down from aisle to aisle searching for what to buy, making some good old jokes here and there. Baekhyun was half way through his corny joke when he came to an abrupt halt. You looked at him and his eyes were wide open while he had a hand to his chest, as if checking his heart rate. 

“Hey what’s wrong?” You asked worriedly. 

He didn’t answer you and spun around to look at something or rather, someone. You turned your head towards what he was looking at and you saw a girl staring back at him in wide shock. You’re eyebrows furrowed. They were exchanging knowing glances while you were there left confused. 

Who is she? A friend? A cousin? An ex girlfriend? You grimaced at the last one. An ex girlfriend was something you don’t want her to be. 

“You…” both of them said at the same time which would be cute in a different situation but right now, oh no, Baekhyun was YOUR man. He can’t be cute with anyone else BUT you.

“Baekhyun, who is she?” you asked with an edge in your voice too evident to be missed. You were panicking on the inside. You knew whatever this is that was going on between them must be stopped. This made them snap out of their little trance and the girl shifted her gaze almost looking apologetically to you which you returned with a sharp one. You were not going to back out from the staring contest until Baekhyun cleared his throat and spoke, voice sounding soft similar to a doctor breaking down the news to its dying patient, 

“Y/N….I think I found my soulmate" 

“Oh.“ 

You didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t move from where you were. You didn’t know how to handle the situation because you weren’t ready for it. You weren’t ready for this. 

It suddenly hit you like a speeding train. Those weren’t bad dreams you were having. They were signs. They were warning you for the impending tragedy that was happening right now.

This was why you didn’t want to leave the apartment because something inside you knew that this was going to happen.

Baekhyun was looking at you. Like he was waiting for an answer. “What now?” was what his eyes were silently asking you. 

And you couldn’t do anything else but look back, silently asking him too. 

Perhaps her being an ex girlfriend didn’t sound so bad after all.

Quartet Night Live Evolution Pamphlet Interview Translation

I’ve seen some of the scans of the photos going around but nothing about the interview part and as a QN trash i am, here i am translating it!

But first let me translate what these seiyuus wrote on their respective sign
Morikubo Showtaro: Tonight for sure, EVOLUTION!!
Suzuki Tatsuhisa: For everyone’s sake
Aoi Shouta: From now on, forever
Maeno Tomoaki: We are Quartet Night!

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Boyfriend Johnny
  • yo whats up
  • the sky, lmao
  • leave me alone i’m really tired, i spent like four hours doing homework ugh
  • also, rn my face looks weird bc i have an allergy or smth?? and dik why bc i’m clean, i just went out of the shower
  • but it doesnt matter i gotta do this bc johnny is so boyfie material right
  • so,,, boyfriend johnny let’s go~~
  • the first thing that cames to my mind is you laughing like crazy the whole time
  • idk about you but in my opinion johnny is one of the members that has the best sense of humour in nct
  • he’s just so stupid, lmao
  • so you have to deal with his pick-up lines and terrible jokes everyday
  • “do you know what my shirt is made of? boyfriend material”
  • “do you have a sunburn, or are you always this hot?
  • “did you sit in a pile of sugar? ‘cause you have a pretty sweet ass”
  • “i’m breaking up with you, johnathan”
  • oh my god
  • also, he’s suuper clingy
  • personal space?? what’s that lol
  • he’s always with his long ass arms around your body
  • and the member either think that it’s super cute or nasty af
  • it’s either
  • “aw y/n looks so smol in johnny’s arms, that so cute”
  • or
  • “get a room, there are minor here jfc”
  • but y’all don’t even care bc gotta spread love right <3
  • but sometimes is like
  • “johnny, you should let y/n go, i think she’s not breathing anymore”
  • “but she’s so soft and smol and fluffy just,,,, let me,, hug her a bit more <3″
  • lmao, rip you
  • so a lot of you pictures of y’all are taken by the members aka ty track
  • and is always him hugging you, or carrying you in his arms or kissing you, omg so cute
  • but in all of them both of you are always super smiley or looking at each other with heart eyes
  • gotta love photographer ty
  • but when it comes to selcas he’s a ready to fuck you up with his perfect visuals
  • your selcas together are better than ten’s
  • aND HELLO THAT’S ALMOST FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE TO DO
  • and he loves cuddles okay, he l o v e s them
  • if you’re watching a movie together, or reading, or talking or just breathing, believe me that he’s going to be somehow touching you
  • there are times when you find youself snuggling closwer towards his body and you’re like ???
  • “when did we started to cuddle?”
  • “like two hours ago, you didn’t realize?”
  • this baby is like two meters tall, how do you not expect him to be full of love
  • but mostly, he loves hugging you while y’all are sleeping
  • he doesn’t mind changing the cuddle positions, but when it comes to sleeping together he’s always the big spoon and he just loves it
  • just, being able to have you in his arms, hugging you and kissing you as much as he wants is like his favorite thing ever
  • sounds like a dream if you ask me
  • also, somehow hansol and ten are always by your side??
  • like you and johnny go to a date and somehow they end up being part of it too??
  • and when johnny realizes that you’re four wheeling he would start laughing and hugging you
  • that’s why you always end up having lazy dates in your place, lolz
  • and he’s probably low-key protecting when both of you are in public
  • not only bc of the fans but he might be scare of losing you in really crowed places
  • he would have his hands on your shoulders or arms and would guide you the whole way
  • “johnny, i know the way, there’s no need to be grabbing me the whole time”
  • “sorry babe, but you’re just so tiny i’m scare that you get lost”
  • “you’re a fucking giant, explain me how do you expect me to lose you”
  • fun fact, i didn’t even though of this i notice that johnny always does this with ten
  • johnten is so alive
  • if you’re feeling sad or if he ever sees you crying his mature side would appear
  • he wuld ask you if you need anything, and if you ask him for some time alone he would respect your space in go do something else
  • but always being really worried about you
  • and if you need his comfort he wouldn’t leave your side not even for a second
  • he would stay in silence as he hugs you and kisses your skin tenderly, maybe saying comforting words from time to time
  • “i’m not going to leave, y/n, okay?”
  • “you’re not alone, baby, i’m here for you”
  • “i’ll help in everything that i can, i promise”
  • and he would, he really would
  • even if it’s just by giving you his comfort with words or caresses he would do it
  • he would do everything for you
  • and once you decide to tell him he would give you advice and tell you his opinions but always respecting yours
  • basically, dating johnny would be like dating your bff
  • he would be the boyfie that everyones wants
  • he would be so caring and sweet with you and would remind you every day about how in love he is with you
  • and the end <33
  • this was lowkey boring right lmao sorry
#27 ”you’ll have to get through me first”

Prompt: #27”you’ll have to get through me first” (Jasper Hale x Reader)

Word Count: 710

A/N: I’m struggling to write the other two requests that I have, I have them since a long time and I just want to get rid of them, to be honest, they are really good, it’s just that I’m a bad writer. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy this, I actually like it. BTW, I try to imagine (Y/N)’s power being similar to Wanda Maximoff from the Avengers.

Feedback is always appreciated. Don’t be shy if you want to leave an ask or just want to talk to me, I’m always here!

Gif is mine this time!

“They are coming” Alice said, the anxiousness on her voice evident.

Jasper was on my side as soon as Alice talked grabbing my hand and squeezing it, the presence of the Volturi never meant something good, and having in mind that it wasn’t too long that I’ve been turned into a vampire and upon discovering my gift of telekinesis and mental manipulation the Volturi, especially Aro, had been expressing their interest in me joining them; of course I said no, but they were rather insistent.

Suddenly, four vampires came walking to the field, their red eyes focused on the big fire that was only a few meters away from us. Once they got close enough they took off their hoods, Jane was the first one to speak.

“Impressive” her soft voice had a hint of sarcasm to it, I could sense it “I’ve never seen a coven escape an assault of this magnitude intact” her eyes focused on Carlisle.”

“We were lucky” he simply answered, as calm as he always was in this situations.

“I doubt that” she said, her face never changed, no emotions could be seen.

“It appears we missed and entertaining fight” Alec spoke from beside her, his chin raising a little.

“If you’d arrived a half hour you would’ve fulfilled your purpose” Edward answered and I feel the sarcasm coming from him, Jane’s red eyes were instantly on him as he spoke.

“Pity”

Everything from there happened somehow quick for me to fully understand, I haven’t noticed the newborn girl that was hiding behind Carlisle in an attempt to secure herself from the Volturi, but Jane didn’t let that go unnoticed. As she inflicted pain on the little girl I couldn’t help but to flinch and tried to look away, Jasper noticed my state and tried to calm me, he moved his body closer to mine, pressing his hand on my waist and rubbing small circles with his thumb. I tried to look at him or to even say something but Jane’s voice sounded again before I could even do something.

“It’s good to see you again, (Y/N)” I looked at her; her red eyes were already looking at me with the same intensity as always, her demeanor never changing. “Aro is still interested in you, he told me to deliver a message for you”

“I’m listening” somehow I managed to sound way more confident than I actually felt, is not that she scared me or even the other three vampires that she had on her sides, I could easily take her in one second, it’s that the simple image of having Aro thinking about me joining his side made me sick.

“He is still waiting for you; he doesn’t like to be kept waiting” she tilted her head a little “He wouldn’t like to come and get you, even if he expressed to me that he wouldn’t mind doing that”

Almost instantly Jasper put me behind him and looked at Jane intensely “You’ll have to go through me first” his voice was low and threatening.

“Jasper” Carlisle interrupted before things could escalate and I grabbed his hand trying to pull him back to me.

Jane just looked at him, the corner of her lips quirking up on what it looked like a sadistic smile but ignored him as she turned her attention towards Bella and Edward.

“Caius will be interested to know that she is still human”

“The date is set” Bella answered rapidly at Jane’s words.

Jane just gave her a bored look and turned her gaze to me again “Take care of that Felix, I’d like to go home”

In one swift movement Felix was at the little girl’s side grabbing her, she began to scream and I tried to look away once more, trying to shield myself into Jasper’s chest, he quickly pushed me against his frame again, but this time he was looking straight into Jane’s eyes and his grip on my body tightened.

I knew that the Volturi wanted me on their side, but I also knew that I had Jasper on mine and that he would do anything to protect me, even if I was strong and could handle things, he would still try to protect me from them.

Anniversary [ Stiles Stilinski]

Author: @werewolfmutant

A/N: Yay! I got it done! Okay, don’t know if this is good or not but I still hope you enjoy this. Let me know what you think when your done!! :) :)

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It had been weeks since I had seen my boyfriend Stiles Stilinski. He hasn’t answered any of my calls or texts and every time I ask Scott where he’s at, Kira interrupts and takes him away before I could even ask. I didn’t know why everyone was acting so weird or why Stiles had just vanished, and it was bothering the heck out of me.

I back to my house to find my Mom and Dad weren’t there which left me alone for awhile. I went upstairs to my room where all my boxes were packed. I wanted to surprise Stiles on our anniversary that was coming in a couple of days, I was going to be moving into an apartment near his college and surprise him at the university.

I just hope he’ll like it.

Originally, I was going to go back to campus, but I found another school in the same state he was in and an interview was waiting for me there.

I still needed a pickup truck to get all my things but I was mostly ready. I felt my phone vibrate in my pants pocket, taking it out, I saw that Lydia had texted me, telling me to come over and help her chose and outfit for our anniversary party she was throwing. One that I told her wasn’t a big deal.

I texted back, telling her I’m on my way and was already half way out the door. I got to my car and peeled out of the driveway in seconds heading in the direction of the Martin residence.

I couldn’t help but glance at my phone, hoping for a text or something from Stiles, but my lock screen was empty. It made my stomach turn, thinking the worse. What if he got kidnapped? Or what if he’s mad at me for something. Whatever was going on with Stiles and me not knowing did not sit right with me.

I finally got to Lydia’s house, parking the car on the side like I always do when I came over. I got out of the car, shutting and locking the door in the process. Something in the corner of my eye caught my attention, something definitely familiar.

Roscoe.

Why was Stiles’ Jeep here? I stared at the vehicle for a moment, pondering this question for a moment, unwanted theories piling into my head. I shook it, “No, Stiles wouldn’t cheat on me.” I kept telling myself, like a chant.

I approached the front steps, taking out the key Lydia had given me to the house when we were in high school. I entered the house, calling out, “Hello?”

There was no response.

I looked in the living room to find it empty, then the dining room, and then the kitchen. No one was there. All that was left was the bedrooms. I went up the stairs timidly, like I was nervous. I don’t know why I was, I shouldn’t be nervous. It’s Lydia’s house. I’ve been here countless times, why the heck am I nervous?

I finally got to the top of the second floor and went towards the direction of Lydia’s room, but stopped once I heard voices.. Lydia’s and one all too familiar.

Stiles.

“Go on.” I heard Lydia speak first.

I crept closer to the ajar door, their voices sounded more clearer. Stiles was the one talking.

“I don’t know how to say this.” I heard him clear his throat and continue, “Ever since I first saw you, I instantly fell in love with you. Frankly, I don’t deserve you. And yet your still here.” I stood frozen in place, my mouth agape, my throat dry, and I allowed my ears to listen to the rest, “I love you, I always have. And I always will. For the rest of my life.”

I had only let one tear escape from my eye, not allowing anymore to fall. I backed away and bolted down the stairs and darted towards the door, slamming it close. I rushed towards my car, got in, and drove away, not daring to look back

Why hadn’t I just stayed out of the way? Of course it was always Lydia, Stiles crush since the 6th grade, I had always been the best friend, always there to support him. Then I just had to fall in love. I just had to get in the way.

When I got home, I broke down. I sat on my bed for almost two hours, crying my eyes out for someone I didn’t deserve in the first place. Why did I fall for my best friend?

By hour four, my eyes were dry, having cried out all of my tears, I felt numb. During the last hour I had to think and clear my mind, try to get this all in place. For awhile I sat silently, eyes focused on my hands. I haven’t moved an inch since I had came back, not one.

I ignored my phone that had vibrated for the thousandth time, not wanting to talk to anyone at the moment.

Well, life’s a bitch isn’t it?

I heard my doorbell ring from downstairs, already knowing who it was, hesitantly, I got up and went downstairs to get the door. Or what awaits behind it, I approached the front door, already seeing his familiar figure through the glass window of the door.

My hand stopped short, I closed my eyes and breathed in and out.
Let’s get this over with. I opened the door, finding Stiles standing there on my porch, giving me one of his cute smiles that always made me melt. “Hey.” He greeted me.

“Hi.”

“Can I come in?” He asked.

I hesitated to answer, trying so hard not to glare at him. “No, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

Stiles sighed out through his nose, “Look, I know I’ve been avoiding you lately and I’m sorry, but babe I need to tell you something.”

I shook my head, “No, Stiles.” I cursed myself for my voice wavering, “You don’t have to say anything. I’ll just step out of the way.”

“What do you mean?” He asked with a confused look.

“You can have her.” I shrugged, “It’s what you wanted in the beginning, Lydia has always been your first choice, and I was blocking you from her.” I tried to keep the tears at bay but it wasn’t agreeing with me. And I thought my tears were all dried out, “You love her, I can tell when I heard you confess your love to her, Stiles.”

Realization dawned on his face and he quickly spoke, “No, Y/N, just listen–”

“I’ve heard enough for today. I’m done.” Another year escaped my lips. “We both know it’s true. Everyone knows it’s true.” Stiles didn’t even say anything, he just looked at me, his eyes filled with guilt because he knew what I was saying was true. “And I was going to move in with you.” I mumbled looking down to my feet as more tears fell.

“Y/N I–”

“I’m done Stiles.” I stepped back, placing a hand on the door, “I’m done.” It felt like I was convincing myself more than him.

The door closed and the last thing I saw on his face, were tears.

The Notes: Loki Laufeyson

A/N: I love Loki with a bun it gets me sh00k and lemme tell you he is g e n t  l e in this

Request: Hi! I loved your suffocation imagine, and I was wondering whether you’d do an imagine where the reader is quite quiet and reserved around large crowds, but is more comfortable with smaller groups or one on one? And her and Loki have this little note system they leave for each other on books they think the other would like, when Thor finds the notes one day and confronts Loki about it and asks him what he’s doing? Lots of fluff and perhaps some more Loki with a bun? 😍😏

for @okidokibucky thank you for requesting this i absolutely loved writing it.

WC: 2609

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i fell in love with you while i was undercover and i know you’re mad at me for lying but i have to go back to my old life (and i want you to be in it) x seokjin

Week five, another set of flowers showing up by your doorstep… even after rejecting the first four. You’ll admit, it was hard to push them away when they were gorgeous and well thought out but… with the extra thoughts running at the back of your mind to who it could be, it was easier to send them back to where it came from.

Now it was pissing you off, to the point of annoyance when you know the sender knows you enough that one day, one way, you’ll accept them out of anger.

Today was that day.

When the door bell rings and through the peephole you see a bouquet of flowers, measured from the distance of your door and the height of the peephole to be positioned in a way where your eyes land directly on it, you yank the door open right after. Trudging out to retrieve the flowers, you find that once you have it in your possession, the shadow towering over you reveals to be someone you’ve been expecting ever since the first set of bouquet showed up.

And you don’t know if you should be relieved or mad that you were right.

Upon meeting eyes, silence falls between the both of you immediately. You hadn’t expected to see him despite telling yourself to expect him when you know your expectations were always met with the right conclusions drawn from the beginning. Still, you bite your tongue and try to back away into your apartment.

He inches out to hold onto you and with a hand that touches your arm, you snap.

“Don’t touch me,”

Seokjin pulls his hand back but remains unmoving when you do. Your eyes lock on the petals of the beautifully placed roses, all fifteen trimmed and together in a white vase to make the color red stand out. 

He clears his throat and asks a question that backfires him faster than he thought.

“C-Can you please listen to me?”

“I don’t know,” You meet with his gaze and he feels small under your glare, “Are you Seokjin the cop or are you Seokjin the gang member by the bar?”

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lindseyylu17  asked:

This would totally be an AU fic but I would love to see Claire teaching a figure drawing class and Jamie being one of the students draws her.

So this is a bit of a role reversal from what you requested @lindseyylu17, but I’m enjoying it. 


“We have to what?” The entire class exclaimed in disbelief. The professor smirked and relaxed against the lab table.

“All of you heard me just fine. I expect to see the results from this class and Professor Montgomery is already expecting you starting tomorrow night. Don’t worry about supplies, Professor Montgomery says that he’ll have things ready for you each class, just remember to sign in on both of our rosters. This class starts at 8pm sharp tonight! I don’t want to hear about any of you being late!” Doctor Randall looked down at her wrist and waved her hand towards the door dismissing us.

I packed my bag with my head still reeling from what Doctor Randall required, Life Drawing, a class designed to embarrass all of the parties involved. Naked men and woman lounging for hours at a time while a gaggle of students attempted to draw their forms from various angles.

“Jesus H Roosevelt Christ!” I whisper yelled to myself as she made her way across the empty campus. “I can’t take a life drawing class I just… can’t! I can’t draw to save my life! Besides how does life drawing even fit with an anatomy class? I should be learning how to—”

“Talking to yourself again, Claire?”

“Agh!” I swung around nearly hitting my former roommate with her bag.

“Jenny!” I exclaimed clutching a hand to her heart, “you know not to sneak up on me like that!”

Jenny laughed and settled her hands on her hips, “Och aye but that’s the best time to sneak up on ye! What were you ranting to yourself about this time? Did fuddy-duddy Professor Whitman assign another frog dissection?”

Jenny’s strong Scottish accent lilting with each word and I smiled at the familiarity of if. “No, not Whitman…this time.”  

I laughed and Jenny snorted, linking her arm with mine as we made our way to the library.

“So if it wasn’t Whitman who and what did they do to deserve the horrible Beauchamp rant?”

“Doctor Randall. Not the history professor, his wife the biology professor,” I amended quickly. “Doctor Annie Randall, who isn’t even a doctor by the way! She dropped out of her residency and decided to teach Bio 425 and she’s forcing us to go to Life Drawing instead of our lab class for the next two months!”

Jenny’s eyes went wide, not only in shock but in the way I knew she was plotting something. “So ye have to take the life drawing classes this quarter?”

“Ugh! Yes. I really don’t see the point in this class. I’m in biology not art!”

“Quitcher whinging Claire and just go to the damn class. Ye never know what ye might find or should I say who.”

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The art room was small, cold, poorly lit and reeked of chemical adhesives. Was this really happening? I kept asking myself. Was I really taking a life drawing class? I groaned thinking of how my time would be better spent studying or in the lab examining specimens, rather in this dank room foolishly facing a class I felt was beneath me. Why art? Why did she have to send us to an art class, what good would this do or bring to us? Artist are careless junkies that will get nowhere in life. This chosen path won’t pay their bills or get them the type of scholarships needed to further pursue a career. I couldn’t fathom their reasons for joining a group that might lead them to ruin.

“Class! Come to order now, please!” The hippie who I assumed was Professor Montgomery said with a clap of his hands.

“Please cease your conversations and begin to find your way to an easel, then position yourself so that you may see the stage unobstructed.”

The so called ‘stage’ was compiled of ratty boxes haphazardly draped with tattered striped cloths and a wicker chair that look as though the weight of a butterfly would cause the fibers to crumble.

“On the easel in front of you, you shall find a fresh pad of newsprint. You have five minutes in a medium of your choice to do a nice warm up sketch of the popcorn kernel I am passing out now.”

“What?” I mumbled to myself as everyone around me pulled out pens, charcoal, pencils and pastels, even my fellow biology classmates had found a tin of pencils and were passing them around to one another.

“Ready?” Professor Montgomery paused, looking around. He pulled a stick from behind his ear and handed it to me. “You may begin!”

With the oddly shaped pencil I paused with it’s point on the paper, not sure how to start. The lumpy, misshapen mass in my hand did not resemble popcorn in the least. The people around me were making wild gestures with their arms, beautiful curves appearing on the easels I could see. Taking a steadying breath I mimicked their motions and had the faintest of curves when the timer went off and we were told to stop.

“Perfect! Now that we’re all warmed up I would like to introduce our first two weeks model.” He swept his hands towards a side door that cracked open slightly. “This is our model’s first time sitting for a life drawing class so please, everyone give the warmest of welcomes to Mr. Alexander Malcolm!”

The model appeared from behind the door clad in a fluffy blue robe. His steps were sluggish and hesitant, I got the feeling he didn’t want to be there as much as I did. He slowly made his way towards the stage, but not climbing into position.

“Mr. Malcolm, if you please.” Professor Montgomery said gesturing towards the boxes.

Mr. Malcolm stared at the professor. From the reactions I could see of my classmates and the professor, the model was challenging him.

“Mind if I work up to disrobing?” A deep and thick Scots accent drifted my way.

“Fine!” Came the angry reply from Professor Montgomery. “But this is for tonight only! I have you for only four sittings and tonight is a shortened class due to first day bullshit! Tomorrow I expect you to be prepared from the moment the class arrives.”

Mr. Malcolm nodded tersely. He kept his head down as he approached the stage and settled himself on the wicker chair, which creaked with his weight.

“Mr. Malcolm will sit in this position for ten minutes, before adjusting to a different pose in a different direction.There will be five different poses, each lasting ten minutes tonight. Typically we do twelve fifteen minutes poses, but tonight we shall adjust! Please capture as much as possible given the circumstances. I want your drawings labeled per pose, with your name on it, and date at the end of the class. Other students use these pads so please try not to be heavy handed. You may begin!”

From my angle all I could see was the bulky collar, the top of his shoulder blades and his shoulder-length curly red hair. I tried to capture the way his shoulders fit the robe and disappeared behind the wicker chair. However, when I looked at the drawing the paper reflected back a mass of scribbles that no matter what way you looked at it, you could not tell what it was meant to be.

I huffed out a breath and tried again, this time focusing on his hair. Again the spirals on the page no more reflected the coils of Mr. Malcolm’s hair than it did the curve of his shoulder. Our time started to dwindle down on this first pose, Professor Montgomery began to adjust a small space heater to point towards the stage. I noticed the model’s shoulders tense and his arm begin to shake.

“Stop! Readjust!”

Mr. Malcolm stood and took a deep breath before untying the front of his robe. The fabric swung to his sides. He turned and began to sit on a block directly in front of me, I finally caught a glimpse of the man I was supposed to study. His muscles were well defined, smattered with freckles and curls of fair blonde and red hairs. They made a trail that lead to a patch of even thicker curls that surrounded, while flaccid, still a very impressive penis. My clinical mind took over, examining his every muscle and curve. The way the skin was stretch taught in areas, and bulged in others. I wondered what activities he must do to maintain the way he looked. Even sitting there wasn’t a roll or wrinkle of fat. His body was the perfect biology project.

“Stop! Readjust!”

I jolted from the sudden exclamation. Looking at my easel, I realized I hadn’t sketched a single line. I had to shake myself out of this. He was just a man. A very well defined, attractive man, but still just a man. Think of him as a patient and this is how you’re to figure out what’s wrong with him! Get your head on the assignment, Beauchamp!

Three more positions followed and with each one Mr. Malcolm slowly became more and more unclothed until finally the robe was laying across the floor out of his reach. My temper rose with each minute. This man was most likely being paid for this, but still he was being put on display in front of complete strangers who are meant to analyze his every feature. I could not understand why he was putting himself through this torture, he was clearly not comfortable no matter how long the class went on and I couldn’t blame him. Not only was he being exploited but the amount of females in the class started to overwhelm even me. These girls shouldn’t be allowed to look at him this way! He wasn’t theirs to oogle and treat like a piece of meat! He’s not yours either, a small voice reminded me. Yet, he felt like he was mine. I felt the need to cover him up and hide his body from sight, to protect him and comfort him….

My internal rant lead to the rapid end of class. I didn’t even hear the final instructions nor did I care I only had two of the required five drawings. I signed, dated, and numbered them before tearing the sheet off of the pad and handing it in. Mr. Malcolm had already disappeared from sight. Slowly I returned my supplies and stared at the door he had appeared from at the start of class. Tomorrow then, I thought and hitched my bag over my shoulder just as the side door squeaked open. The lights were dimmed even further than before and I could just catch the glint of his red hair as he darted out of the classroom.

“There’s the nudest!” A bellowing, familiar, laugh sounded.

“Shut it Ian, or I’ll make ye!”

“Och, come off it Jamie! Ye ken I’m just pullin yer leg! How was it? Did your cock come out to play and make the lassies faint with desire?” The sarcastic tone was cut off by a loud thump. I slipped through the door in time to see none other than Ian Murray rubbing his jaw from where Mr. Malcolm, or Jamie, had hit him. Ian merely laughed more.

“Are ye tellin me there wasn’t a single thing good to come from that class?” Ian’s tone was similar to that of his fiancee’s, sneaky and up to something.

“Nay!” Jamie roared as they made their way to the elevators. “I canna believe ye and my sister dared me and not only dared, but forced me to do this after losing a bet! There isn’t enough money in the world to make me want to come back tomorrow night! It’s definitely not worth the sixty pounds they’re paying me!”

Ian had his arm around Jamie’s shoulder as the two of them entered the elevator. As Jamie/Mr. Malcolm turned around we made eye contact, maybe the first of the night, but his eyes went wide. He was saying something to Ian but I couldn’t hear nor make it out as the doors shut and I was left alone on the abandoned art floor.

heartbroken | danisnotonfire (requested)

request: Do you take requests? If you do could I maybe get a really fluffy dan imagine, where the reader just went through a breakup and dan comforts her and then they get together? I love your blog by the way!💙💙💙
word count: 420 haha blaze it
tw: none
note: hello!! im back from a really long, unexpected hiatus (i had writers block yikes) and hopefully updating regularly now. this one was really short and crappy, but it was driving me insane that nothing had been posted in months. so yeah, im back. also no, i didnt mean chris as in chris kendall, it was just the first name that came into my mind i love chris

“Seriously, he was a dick anyway.”

Y/N, one of my best friends, was sitting next to an enormous pile of used tissues, clinging on to my comforter which I knew would most likely be covered in snot soon. This morning she had knocked on my front door and instead of getting a smile and a wave in greeting like I had expected, I had been mauled into a hug and a, “he broke up with me!” was (very loudly) spluttered into my ear. Now, four hours later, we were both lying on the lounge and I was trying to make her feel better.

Y/N and Chris had been dating for five months, and according to Y/N, this morning she had woken to a text from Chris saying that he wanted to break up. Nothing more, nothing less. Literally just, “I think we should break up, bye”.

“Also,” I continued, throwing the comforter off of her in case it actually did end up getting snot on it. “Phil bought you food, and we have your favourite movies. Because fictional people are way better than real people, yeah?”

She laughed, wiping her eyes. “Yeah, I guess so. Unless those people are you and Phil. In which case, you guys are better.”

I picked up the DVD cases and held them up in front of Y/N. “Which one?” I asked. Pointing to The Breakfast Club, I got up from my spot on the lounge and put it into the DVD player, then sat back down next to her.

As the movie started I felt Y/N lie her head on my shoulder, moving closer to me. I put my arm around her, a smile on my face as I turned back to the movie playing on the TV.

Almost two movies later, Y/N had stopped crying, and we had eaten two full packets of chips (a/n: or crisps whatever lol) and were almost finished watching Sixteen Candles. Normally, I wouldn’t have ever watched these movies, but these made Y/N happy. Seeing Y/N made me happy, so I agreed to watch them.

“Thank you, Dan,” Y/N said, as the credits for the movie started rolling onto the screen. “For all of this.”

“What? It’s nothing, really. You know I’d do anything for you.”

Y/N smiled gratefully, hugging me tighter. “No, for everything. Like, putting up with me almost every day. Buying me food. Y'know?”

“Yeah. Well, it’s my pleasure. You’re a great person Y/N, anyone would be happy to have you in their life.”

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Author Appreciation day was a few days ago AND I MISSED IT!!!
But here are some fics that I really really REALLY love but have never doodled before >v< (Fic name and author in the captions!)

@illtakethering‘s prompt: John hears Rosie crying in the night but when he gets up to comfort her Sherlock is already there


Sharp cries pierced through the speakers of the baby monitor, the sound waves stabbing John’s temples and making him groan with fatigue and frustration. Damn it, he cursed mentally. It felt like he had only fallen asleep two minutes ago. John rubbed his eye with  the heel of his palm, sitting up and swinging his legs off the side of the sofa. 

He was sleeping on the sofa now. His old room became Rosie’s, and he didn’t want to sleep in the same room with her. He knew she had to get used to sleeping by herself. The sofa killed his neck and back–he was too old for this shit–but he couldn’t ask to sleep with Sherlock. Not when they were still…whatever it was they were. Not involved. John wanted to be with him, so much it ached, but he’d only been back at Baker Street for two weeks, and hadn’t found the right moment yet.

“Coming,” he mumbled, forcing his eyes to open. He reluctantly pushed the blanket off himself. He was about to stand, but then he heard a deep voice come from the baby monitor.

“Shh, shh.”

John’s ears perked up. Sherlock?

“Come on, none of that,” Sherlock said over Rosie’s cries.

John must have been asleep when Sherlock walked through the sitting room and went up to her room. How long had she been crying? John grabbed his phone from the coffee table and pressed the homescreen, checking the time. It was 4:07 in the morning. He frowned, chest twisting with guilt. It wasn’t fair. Sherlock deserved sleep, too, and it wasn’t his child.

John got up and walked quietly to the bottom of the stairs. Rosie’s door was ajar and Sherlock’s deep voice floated down the stairs. He held the railing and ascended as slowly and quietly as possible, his ears straining to hear what Sherlock was saying over Rosie’s cries.

“It’s really all right, Rosie. There’s no need to cry…Shhh…You’ll wake your daddy.” He chuckled. “You don’t care, do you? Of course you don’t. You can’t, not yet.”

By now, Rosie’s cries were dying down to little whines and whimpers. John was at the top of the stairs now, peeking into the room. Rosie’s night light cast a warm, yellow glow on her and Sherlock. 

Sherlock was standing next to the crib, holding Rosie close, hips swaying from side to side, slowly rocking her. One of his large hands was cradled around her head as she whimpered into his shoulder. He softly shushed her again, looking down at Rosie with enough tenderness to make John weak in the knees. Sherlock’s curls were ruffled and fluffy. He’d clearly been sleeping. John thought that, if someone had told him five years ago that Sherlock Holmes would get up in the middle of the night to comfort and rock a baby, he would have laughed right in their face. 

John swallowed thickly.

Rosie was quiet now, save for a little whine here and there, and Sherlock sighed peaceflly, closing his eyes, still rocking her slowly. John shifted on the top stair, but the wood creaked beneath his feet, and Sherlock’s head shot up. His cheeks turned as red as the dressing gown he was wearing.

“John,” he said, clearly surprised, but trying to stay quiet for Rosie’s sake. He looked like a deer caught in headlights.

He was embarrassed, John realized. Embarrassed, for what? For being caught loving? For letting his guard down and his softer side through? John hated this, hated that Sherlock went through a lifetime of hiding his emotions. He didn’t want Sherlock to feel ashamed. Feeling fond and brave, John walked up to Sherlock, placed a hand on his shoulder, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

John grinned at Sherlock’s shocked expression. “Thank you for taking care of her,” he said.

Sherlock looked down at her. “Not an issue. I wanted to let you rest.”

“Thanks,” he said again. He yawned, looking at Rosie’s drooping eyelids, and at the dark circles under Sherlock’s eyes. “Put her to bed,” he said. “I think she’s fine now.”

Sherlock nodded and lowered her into her crib, and to John’s relief, she went right to sleep. 

Sherlock looked nervous, and his hand came up to the spot where John kissed him on the cheek. “John–?”

“Sherlock,” he sighed, keeping his voice hushed, “it’s past four in the morning. We need to talk, but.” He stifled a yawn. He wanted to be fully awake to talk, and for their first kiss. He wanted to let Sherlock know that this wasn’t over, though, and that he did want him. He took a risk. “Can we sleep first?” Sherlock deflated, so John quickly clarified, “Together?”

Sherlock’s eyes brightened. “Oh. You mean, in my bed?”

He licked his lips. “Do you mind?”

Sherlock’s lips quirked into a smile. “Not at all.”

By the time they climbed under the sheets, they were too exhausted to feel awkward about sharing a bed, or even really think about it. To their sleepy, fuzzy minds, this felt natural. John felt Sherlock’s face nuzzle into his neck, and he could only bury his face in the soft, ruffled curls. Tomorrow, they would talk properly. 

The last thing John thought of before drifting off as the image of Sherlock, peaceful and happy as he held Rosie. For the first time in years, he went to sleep happy.


My own fluff makes me vomit

questions i have that won’t ever be answered bc fox hates joy

Originally posted by gif-weenus

So, it’s Thursday. And there’s no new episode of Pitch and there hasn’t been since December. If you think that means I should be over it by now, you would be super fucking wrong. 

In honor of my unyielding grudge against fox have a (definitely incomplete) list of questions I wanted answered in seasons 2-10. 

Feel free to add your own and/or yell about your bitterness towards fox and how much you miss this show, Ginny Baker, and her #1 fan, Mike Lawson.

let’s get cracking, shall we??

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Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #95


It was the second nightmare this week, the seventh this month.

I could say I’m used to it by now, but nobody in their right mind can be used to their brother screaming their name helplessly in the middle of the night. The fact that every episode is more violent than the preceding one doesn’t help either. It started when Dean came back to the bunker again, three, four months ago. At first, it was just words I could hardly decipher through the door when I was coming back from the library or the kitchen; then, as time went by, they became cries, louder and louder every time. My name, pretty often. Calls for help too. Pleas for whatever torture to stop. Again and again and again. 

Stop, don’t do this, please. PLEASE. STOP. MAKE IT STOP.

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Jumin Cheating Fan Fic part 3

Part 1, Part 2


Jumin awoke to a painful thumping in his head. The amount of wine he had consumed had probably caused this headache. He reached over to the other side of the bed expecting to find his lover; however he felt nothing of the silk of the sheets.

 "MC?“ He called out as worry began to fill his mind.

 Suddenly all the events from the things that had happened previous days had flooded into his mind. He quickly sat up searching around the room of any sign of your presence. His heart started to race when he saw that you were gone. The ringing of his phone distracted him from his thoughts. The name Sarah flashed on the caller id. Her. She was the woman that he had cheated with. A sudden wave of anger flashed though his body as he grabbed his phone as through it against the wall.

 How could he? The only person he loved, the only woman that had understood him and had truly loved for who he was, he had gone and destroyed it all. He had never intended for it to go this far. It was only supposed to be a one time thing for business.

 Elizabeth purred softly and rubbed her soft white on his arm as she looked up to her owner, feeling his depressed state. The ringing of his phone kept going off. He sighed heavily and picked up the phone finally answering to the mistress.

 Maybe this was how it was supposed to be. Maybe Sarah was the one he was supposed to be with. His heart pinged with pain as he looked at all the pictures that were left in the penthouse. A picture of the two of you on your one year anniversary. You had huge smile on your face as he had his arms around your waist. He hung up the phone and walked into the closet. Of course all of your belongs were gone except for the things he had bought you. The beautiful red dress from the day he had first met you at the RFA party. In a box and the floor laid the engagement ring. His hands trembled as he now finally realized that he had lost you. He dropped it and saw a neatly wrapped gift on the the top of the closet self. He grabbed the gift and tore off the wrapping only to find a photo album.

 'To my beloved Fiancé~ As a gift for our four year anniversary, I thought I’d get you something meaningful from my heart.‘ 

 A small tear ran down his cheek as the memories from all the years you were together came into his mind.

 The photo album started off with a picture of the day you first met, the RFA party. It continued on with every firsts you had, such as date, kiss, first anniversaries, and first more private stuff~. 

The sound of his door creaking open caught his attention. A tall beautiful woman with blue eyes and long black hair walked though the door. 

 'Honey! You finally got rid of them? That’s what you wanted right? Why do you look so sad? Is there any way I can cheer you up~?’ She purred as she straddled his lap. Although his heart was telling him to push her away he couldn’t.

 Although his biggest fear was losing you, he was also afraid of being alone. Who cares if he was unhappy anyways? He had no reason to be happy anymore since the source of his joy was long gone. He was even too afraid to go on the messenger app, knowing how shameful it was for all of the members to see how much of a jack ass he was. Maybe he did deserve this. MC deserved someone better after all. He wasn’t the perfect man he told everyone he was. In reality he was just a scared insecure man that had let his fear get the best of him and ruin what good he had left in his life. The loneliness and thought of knowing he would never truly be happy again made the empty kisses that Sarah was leaving on his neck feel numb. 

 The thought of you was stuck in his head; what were you doing? You probably hated him right? He hated himself for doing such a horrible act on someone that he claimed he loved deeply for. He was sure that he had loved you. He only wanted you. The woman who was now undressing in front of him, was she really worth giving up his life for? The life he had already planned with you? The woman’s cold hands started to unbutton his shirt and remove his tie. This was for the best. Even though his heart felt torn and empty he didn’t stop her. The only way to drown his feeling was to drink and fuck the pain away. While he was with her, in her, the thought of you still couldn’t leave his mind. 

 Her loud high pitched moans couldn’t even drown you out of his mind. He became frustrated. Losing himself in the act he was committing with this woman.

 Was this the only escape from the new harsh reality?

anonymous asked:

How do you come up with these ideas on characters, they look amazing

Thank you very much!  Casper and Catherine have been characters bouncing around in my head for ages, though I’ve admittedly never actually done anything with them until now.  Casper came first, though back when I first conceived him he was simply called “Sharps,” and he manifested as an absent-minded doodle on the notes of a college class lecture.  Catherine came soon after, when I decided I liked Casper enough to give him a co-protag.

The other four designs that I’ve posted in the recent days came about by necessity of needing characters that filled those roles in this project.  That being said, Commissioner Baumann might be considered a redesign of another character I designed ages ago, by the name of Armando Dillon.  (He was an armadillo, yes.)

That there is… probably one of only two drawings I ever did of the fellow, hahaha.  Ha… boy, this is old.

The generic doggie officer might also be considered a redesign, though the original version of his character was a rhinoceros named Hornston.

Today only, folks!  A peek back into SquigglyDigg’s drawings of ages past!  Hahaha these are honestly a little embarrassing to share, but I guess they serve to show how both the characters and my art have changed over the years.

Sunday Afternoon

Part 1

@butiaintgonnaloveem set an AMAZING challenge; Must be about Baby, our beloved Impala. So I picked the following song (please listen to it first) that I fell in love with and this fic is what resulted. It’s 6k words, so it’s in 2 parts… enjoy

Song: Groovin (The Young Rascals)
Characters: Reader, John, Dean, Sam
Warnings: fluff, angst, supernatural themes, death, blood…
A/N: Thank you to the marvelous @avasmommy224 for being my beta on this, you’re one amazing woman!
Summary: A shared love for an Impala brings people closer together, whether they know it or not… (shit summary but I don’t want to spoil anything)

Originally posted by abreaktocome

May 29th, 1967: I’d been saving up all my money for that bloody car. I knew exactly what I wanted. I’d even asked the bank about a loan so I could get it faster, but oh no… no loan for a travelling woman who didn’t have a solid job, or a home!
I finally had enough money for the car of my dreams, a 1965 Ford Mustang!
I almost ran to the car lot when I received my pay for the month.
I had walked past this car for the past year, the only reason it was still here was that i’d put a deposit on it last year, Gary the owner of the car yard knew me well by now. I was in every other week, just staring and mumbling to the precious baby.
3.27pm; when you’re whole life changes, you want to be able to pinpoint it when you look back.
I rushed into the car yard, looked to my left, two cars back, I already had my finger pointed and I said you’ll be all mine soon, baby, but all the cars had been moved around and it was out before I’d even realized. The sleek, shining, red, Ford Mustang had been swapped for a twinkling, black, brand new, Chevrolet Impala.
Did my world change or what?
Gary came out, waving the papers at me, but I ignored him. I went straight over to the car. I had to see her, had to touch her. She was a siren and I was caught in her song.
“YN, your car’s over here.” Gary tried to loop a hand around my waist but I wasn’t budging.
“How much is she?” I whispered. I was in a trance, I wasn’t leaving here without this beauty.
“Four thousand.” To give Gary credit, he did try and talk me round, he spent ages begging me to come over to the Ford, he mentioned the deposit more than once, but it wasn’t till I held my switchblade to him that he gave in.
And I couldn’t believe it either, she was cheaper than the Ford.
“She’s mine.” I whispered, nodding at my decision.
“But…” Gary tried again but one stern look in his direction and he got the point. He hurried off to the office for the paperwork.

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