Imagine finding Woozi asleep on the living room couch and while you thought of waking him up at first, upon seeing his peaceful sleeping figure, you find yourself entranced by his good looks till the point where you just stood there, lovingly staring at the boy who’s deep in his slumber.
Warnings: It’s insane, but clean. Maybe some curses, I can’t remember.
A/N: This is not a joke. My weekend was pure insanity, and I thought I would write it all up and share it with you because, that’s what I do. You probably won’t believe me, but here it is. I’ve broken it up into chapters to save you all from reading almost 24,000 words at once. So… enjoy, I guess. I did…
Hey guys. Here’s the thing: I usually tell you stories when I get inspired by a song, or an episode, or a prompt, or whatever. But this story… as much as I still can’t believe it, this is all true. Not “inspired by true events,” no, 150% all natural, 10/10 this happened to me…true. I know you won’t believe me. Hell, some mornings I don’t even believe me, but unless I was hallucinating for forty six hours this weekend… this is legit.
Let me set the scene for you just so you can follow along. I’m Rebekah. I go by Beka, as you probably know. I live somewhere in the lower end of northern New Jersey. I can see New York from my house, which is where I grew up. I’ve got an attitude, an accent, and resting bitch face. My eyes roll freely and my eyebrow is usually raised. I’ve got a husband, two kids, two cats, and life is fairly normal. Well, OK. Some days are harder than I’d like, but that’s not what I want to tell you about. The boys and hubby were gone that weekend, out on a boys-only retreat with grandpa, leaving mommy home to relax and recharge. But, damn, that didn’t happen.
I don’t understand the argument that Hanna & the kids have come to other races and not been photographed, so the fact that they were photographed this time somehow means it was intentional and they’re fine with it. The fact that they never have before shows that they do not want to be photographed. The presence of what appears to be a bodyguard in the pic, who appears to be objecting to it, shows that they do not want to be photographed.
The fact that they have come to races before and very conspicuously avoided being photographed is all the more reason to assume they did not consent to this. I’m sure they’ve walked from the motorhome to a car or whatever many times, but most people either respect Seb’s wishes or obey the bodyguard and don’t try to sneakily take pictures, because that’s a shitty thing to do.
Just because one asshole managed to sneak a picture does not mean Seb has suddenly changed his very strongly held opinions.
People saying he was asking for it by bringing them to Monaco - I guess he should never bring them to any race, because there’s always a chance someone will be a jerk and post sneaky pictures of innocent kids on the internet. Yeah, there is always a chance, but just because someone succeeded doesn’t mean you should help them invade his family’s privacy by spreading them all over!
If he’s suddenly fine with the kids being photographed this weekend, why weren’t they cheering him on in the Ferrari garage, or down in parc ferme to greet him or photographed openly in the paddock by real, accredited photographers? Probably because the real, legit photographers know they would be sued and blacklisted and lose their F1 press credentials in a heartbeat if they invaded Seb’s privacy against his wishes!
We don’t know for sure the circumstances of this one picture but we do know for an absolute fact that Seb has said over and over again for YEARS now that he fears for his family’s safety and that his privacy is very important to him.
So regardless of all the justifications and excuses you can think of, if there’s even a CHANCE that the picture was taken without his consent, the decent thing to do if you really respected his privacy would be to not spread pictures that 100% contradict EVERY SINGLE THING he’s ever said on the subject.
Request- Hey would you please make an imagine where Josh is doing drumming classes and the reader is one of his students and they gradually fall in love. (no smut though, I hate it) Thank you so much if you do write it! :)
Every Saturday since you were sixteen years old you would go to your local music shop and play the drums. Your parents wouldn’t allow you to take lessons or get a set saying you would give up on it too soon. Four years of playing in the shop you got a job there. You now were able to play all you want. You weren’t good, but you really loved the sound and the power you felt with the drums.
Today was just a typical day in the shop. It was never busy around closing time so you decided to take a seat at the drum set. You started drumming the only song you knew. You had practiced it for so long you could do it with your eyes closed. You were so in your own world you didn’t hear the bell on the door go off.
“Excuse me.” spoke a voice and you immediately stopped. You looked up and saw a bright yellow haired man.
“Oh sorry about that. I didn’t hear you. Can I help you find anything?” you asked standing from the drums and moving towards the smiling man.
“It’s fine. I enjoyed listening. How long have you played?” he asked you.
“I don’t really play. I mean I would love to, but I just play ever once in a while since I was sixteen.” you said.
“Wow.” he was still looking at you with a smile. “I’m sorry I probably look really creepy. I just think you’re super beautiful and talented.” he said shaking his head and eyes away from you. “My name’s Josh.” he extended his hand out to shake yours.
“Y/N.” you smiled. “And thank you. So is there anything special you’re looking for?” you asked.
He looked around for a second before walking over to a small set up with drum sticks.
“Need some new sticks.” he said.
You walked behind the counter and he stood on the other side.
“So you play too?” you asked.
“Yeah. I’m actually in a band. Twenty One Pilots. Ever heard of them?” he asked.
“Never listened but I’ve stocked your cd over there multiple times.” you said pointing to where the cds were located.
There was a moment of awkward silence while you cashed Josh out.
“Do you want lessons?” he asked out of the blue.
“What?” you asked unsure of what he meant.
“I could give you drum lessons if you want?” he stated again.
“That would be amazing but I don’t want to take up your time. You are probably busy with your band.” you said.
“No, my life is pretty boring. Please. How about this Saturday at 3?” he asked.
“Make it Sunday and meet me here at 2. We’ll have this place to ourselves.” you said and he smirked.
“See you then Y/N.” he said walking away.
“Wait you forgot your drumsticks.” you called after him but he kept walking.
Whoever this yellow haired boy was you liked him. You knew he had no reason to come in except to speak to you.
Sunday rolled around and you spent a little more extra time getting ready. You did your make up a little heavier than usual and put on a band tee with some skinny jeans. You checked yourself once more in the mirror before heading to the music shop.
You got there about 5 minutes before Josh. when you heard a knock on the front door you went to unlock it.
“Hey there. How’s it going?” he asked you.
“Good.” you said leading Josh towards the back where the drums were. “So I listened to a few of your band’s songs. You’re really good. I like that song lane boy.” you said.
“Well do you wanna learn it? That’s one of the harder ones, but I think you can pick it up fast.” Josh said. “Take a seat and I’ll help you.” he told you.
You sat down and grabbed the drum sticks that sat next to the drums. Josh helped you through the first part. It was slow, but you got it down fast.
“Okay try this but faster.” Josh said.
You tried and messed up. You let out a sigh of frustration after five more failed attempts.
“Don’t be discouraged.” Josh said moving closer to you. He held your hands in his helping you grip the drum sticks. “I hope you don’t mind me be so close.” he said.
“No it’s fine.” you said swallowing the breath that was stuck in your throat.
Josh helped you drum through the beat you messed up before. After a few times going through he let go of you and you tried it on your own successfully.
“Told you you would get it.” Josh smiled.
“Thanks to you. I suck on my own.” you laughed.
“No you don’t. You could replace me and nobody would ever notice.” He told you laughing.
“I think your fans would notice. I mean I’m about five inches shorter than you, don’t have highlighter hair, and don’t have a tattoo on my arm that takes.” you said standing from the drum kit and facing Josh who was a few feet away.
“So you’ve been checking me out.” he smirked. “Do you have something against my yellow hair?” he mocked offense.
“Yes I do. It looks really good on you and I’m jealous I would never be able to pull it off.” you said stepping closer to Josh.
“I think it would look amazing on you.” Josh took a few steps closer to you and you felt your heart beating faster by the second.
At this point there were just inches between you two. You could feel his breath on yours. You wanted to just kiss him and show how much you liked him, but you knew it was wrong.
“Is it wrong if I wanted to say I wanna kiss you right now?” Josh whispered and she shook your head no looking into his eyes. He connected his lips with yours.
He held your face in his hand as the kiss grew. When you broke apart for air you both looked into each other’s eyes.
“Could I take you out on a date some time?” Josh asked.
“Sure. I would love that.” you said kissing him again.
“I have to tell you something.” he said breaking the kiss. Your heart suddenly stopped. You thought her was going to admit he had a girlfriend of wife or something. “I’ve been coming into the store for the past 3 weeks while you’ve played. I would leave before you saw me. I couldn’t get over you and I’m glad I finally talked to you.” He admitted.
“I am too.” you said still looking into those dark eyes. You could see galaxies behind them. Josh intrigued you and you were excited that you got to go on a date with him.
Bellamy Blake had always been a good person in your eyes. Yes, he made mistakes. Yes, he could be a bit of an asshole some of the time. But you knew he had a kind heart, and you knew he cared for everyone no matter how hard he tried to mask it.
Yet, ever since that day, you’d ignored Bellamy. Only really replying with a few short words if he ever tried to talk to you. He’d try to find you, thinking you were still, well, friendly. But you always made yourself busy.
It was the week before all the drama had unfolded. That was when your confrontation with Aurora occurred. Before Octavia was found and Aurora was floated. You’d considered telling Bellamy, but after everything, you decided against it.
And now on Earth in Camp Jaha, he was everywhere. You still had the feeling that whatever was going on between you two for the short period time you were hanging out, could still work. However he was constantly plagued by people, you didn’t see him alone once.
And you never noticed it, but he always saw you. He always saw the small smile that never left your face, he always saw you talking to the children, and who he presumed were your friends. He never got the chance to ask why you two stopped hanging out, and eventually stopped talking. He missed it, he missed you.
Octavia had seen those longing looks, from both you and him. She knew Bellamy wouldn’t really tell her anything, so she tried you first.
“Roses are red, Violets are blue, I would love to go on a date with you! ;)”
This was the third note that he’d found hastily shoved inside his locker in as many days. He frowned at the all too familiar writing, as if the words themselves were mocking his entire existence.
Will Solace was not a subtle person. His whole aura shone like the air around him was happy to be in contact with his flawlessly tanned skin. His smile lit up an entire room, and people would stop just to look at it. He somehow managed to make people more friendly and kind just by being in the same room as them. It had almost worked on Nico once. Almost.
Another thing completely and utterly unsubtle about Will Solace was his handwriting. It was messy; practically illegible, and probably the only imperfect thing about perfect, shiny, annoying, beautiful Will Solace.
Request: someone is a photographer and is taking pictures in a park and asks a lady to have her picture taken and talks to her for a while and he starts to like her but forgets to ask her name so they have to track her down using the picture he took.
“Oh fuck. Ashton what am I going to do, I have taken pictures of every flower in this bloody park and there is about 3 of them, the trees are bare and there are no birds in the sky. I am a failure to Tumblr and the aesthetics and now Luke hasn’t turned up because he is ‘ill’ which is basically code for I got too drunk yesterday, ended up at some random girls house, took two hours to get home and all I want to sleep my hangover away, so now I have no model, no photographs of people and know photographs for my portfolio that needs to be done by Monday and it’s Friday now. And this portfolio is what my next job is for, so no portfolio, no job, no money and then I will die alone with nobody to love me.” I panicked down the phone.
“I love you, and I’m pretty sure you won’t die alone. Also if you have no money you could busk on the street and get paid that way. It will be fine. Also I think Luke actually is ill and as for your model problem, why don’t you just ask someone in the park.” Ashton tried to reassure me.
“Yeah, because it’s not creepy to just go up to a person and say ‘Erm hi, this may sound weird but will you be in a few of my photos. But not in a creepy way it’s just that I have a portfolio due and I need it to be done. I promise I am not creepy.’ That doesn’t sound weird at all. I will probably get kicked in the balls.”
“Michael calm the fuck down, that will not happen. Now grow some balls and go ask someone to help you. They will understand if you show them the portfolio that you have half finished.” Ash said sternly.
“Okay, fine, but if I get arrested for being creepy you are the one that is bailing me out. Now will you stay on the phone while I wander around the park and try to not look creepy.”
“Being on the phone with me will not help your creepy look. It will just make you look like you are trying to organise a kidnapping, but sure if you want me on the phone.” He laughed.
“Thank you, you are so supportive. Tell me again why you can’t come down to the park and help me out.”
“Because I am very busy doing nothing because I am hungover and I need to sleep and it feels like you’re shouting at me, so I am struggling being on the phone with you right now even though your issue right now is very funny.”
“I AM NOT SHOUTING. I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABO-.” “Ow. Shut up Michael.” Ashton interrupted me, while I laughed. “That was not funny, I am hanging up now. Bye, have fun. Don’t get arrested.”
“Wait Asht-… Fuck.” I said down the phone to know one.
Right I can do this I thought to myself. Just approach someone and ask nicely and if you show them your portfolio it will be fine. Okay. i saw a girl walking towards me and tried to approach her. She saw me walking towards her and quickly walked around me looking scared. Jesus this isn’t going to be easy. I don’t look that scary do I? I thought to myself.
After an hour of me trying to approach people in the least scary way, I gave up and sat down on a bench. God I’m a failure. I put my head in my hands and tried to calm myself down.
“Hey are you okay?” I heard a voice say, I instantly lifted my head up, which made the woman in front of my jump slightly back.
“Huh?” I asked, unsure if she was the one that asked.
“Erm, I asked if you were okay. You looked depressed and well I have seen you wander around the park staring intently at people, whilst looking depressed. So I was just wondering if you are okay. Unless you are creep and then I don’t care how you are.”
I laughed slightly which probably made me look a little bit more creepy. “Yeah, I am fine. I’m just a bit stressed. Honestly I am not a creep, I am normal.”
“Well you don’t look fine, so I am going to ask you what’s up, because I have nothing better to be doing. Also ‘I am normal’ is something a creep would say. However before you ask ‘why are you still talking to me if you think I am a creep?’ I am talking to you because you seem nice and a little too awkward even for a creepy person. So what’s up?” She asked while sitting down next to me.
“I need pictures for my photography portfolio, however my model and bandmate didn’t turn up because he is hungover and the other one decided that he is also to hungover to walk five minutes, however he is okay to stay on the phone with me while I struggle and then hang up. Also did I mention my work needs to be finished for Monday.”
“Well. It sound like your life is going worse than mine right now.
“Wait how bad is your life?”
“Huh?” She asked, as she stared up at the sky, looking like she was in deep thought and also looking very beautiful. Wait a minute Michael, you have never met this girl, calm down.
“You said that my life is going worse than yours. What’s your name?”
I’m Michael. What about yo-” She interrupted me “Oh you know, friends, family. The normal stuff.” She said still staring up at the sky.
“Yeah, I know that too.” I replied quietly.
“Nice to me you Michael.” She shook my hand before falling silent again.
We sat in a slightly awkward silence for a while, until she quickly turned to me and practically shouted “WHAT IF I MODEL FOR YOU.”
“FUCK” I shouted, as she surprised me “I mean yeah, if you want to. If that’s okay.” I said trying to sound normal again.
“Okay, where do you want me.” She winked before walking off, expecting me to follow her.
“I thought you asked me where to go and now you have just wandered off.” I laughed as she turned around to look at me. “Oops.” she smiled before walking off again.
After we had taken pictures around most of the park, we sat down on a bit of grass for a bit to take a break. We talked for a while, until the sound of her phone ringing interrupted us. She spoke briefly before standing up quickly.
“I do apologise. This has been fun, however one of my friends is at the other end of the park and wants someone to go meet her. But really I did have a really fun time. You really cheered me up.”
“Oh okay.” I said slightly disappointed as I stood up too. “Well erm thank you so much for helping me out. You looked really pretty in those photos, well you look really pretty anyway. Wait hold on. I am so sorry I’m ramblin-” I was interrupted again by her phone ringing once more. She answered it and I could tell the person on the other end of the phone was getting impatient. She looked at me, smiled, mouthed ‘sorry’ and then walked away.
I smiled at the floor, and started looking through the photo’s I had taken. Then I realised something, I never asked for her name and I really like her even though we have just met. What am I going to do. I decided to ring someone.
“Ashton.” I spoke frantically.
“I see you haven’t gotten arrested. Unless you are speaking to me from prison. What can I help you with?”
“I met a really cute girl and she helped me with my photos, but then her friend rang her and she walked away before I had the chance to get her name. She went to meet her friend at the other end of the park, but she could be anywhere now. What should I do?”
“Hmmmmmm.” He thought for a while “Wait, I have an idea. You said you took her picture, so you know what she looks like. Go look for her in the park, she is more than likely still around if she was going to meet her friend.”
“Well I have no better idea so here we go. I am about to look like a creep again. I swear to god I am going to get banned from this park. I will call you if I find her.”
After many awkward encounters of me accidently grabbing the shoulders of random women thinking that they were her, and one threat of being kicked in the balls, I had almost given up. Until I heard a familiar laugh behind me. I turned around and saw her stood under a tree with what I assumed was her friend. She was laughing at something her friend had said and she looked perfect.
I approached her slowly, slightly nervously. I stopped just behind her and got a strange look from her friend, she turned around to see what her friend was looking at. “Oh hey Michael.” She said smiling. “Is everything okay. Do you need more pictures?”
“Pictures?” Her friend said concerned.
“Oh yeah. I forgot to tell you. He took pictures of me in my underwear for a website.”
Her friend looked at both of us dumbfoundedly, before me and her started laughing.
“I fucking hate you.” She said smiling slightly.
“No I don’t need anymore pictures thank you. I was just wondering what your name was. You never told me.”
“Oh, sorry. I’m Y/n.”
“Nice to meet you Y/n. I was also wondering something else.”
“Oh, what’s that?” She smiled.
“Would you maybe want to go on a date with me?”
“Sure, Michael. I would love to.” She laughed, before writing her number on my hand and walking away.
MACDUFF: Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest slain and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms Are hired to bear their staves. Either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword with an unbattered edge I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; By this great clatter one of greatest note Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune, And more I beg not.
literally this is the entire scene ok the whole thing is Macduff having a vengeful monologue it’s fantastic
character designs/setting are based on the production I was in this summer because they were hella rad
So I’ve always liked the idea of Raven x Robin since the Teen Titans back in Cartoon Network. But we all know that wasn’t Damien and that’s a whole other story. And I’ve just watched Justice League VS Teen Titans, it’s safe to say that the embers have been lit again and I am part of the Raven x Damien ship.
I probably looked liked a creepy idiot based on the looks I was receiving from my roommates when I was watching the whole movie, especially so with in those Raven/Damien moments. I had to hold in my squeals so much and stop my self from spazzing on the floor.
Can someone please tell me the official shipping name for them?
AND there’s also the fact that I’m inclined to shipping Beast Boy and Blue Beetle. I just realized that their superhero names are double-B’s hmm… I think that’s a sign right there. Pffft. All right, I’m digging the idea and I’m not far from shipping them.
One last comment, I feel like the staff who worked on the movie have watched too much anime. I MEAN COME ON! That transformation scene? I was laughing my ass off on that part. I almost fell of my bed! And that’s saying something when you’re on the top bunk!
I was wondering (I know I don’t shut up) if you could make an imagine of Y/N going to a party and the bottle lands on, Dan or Phil, whichever you’d prefer. Thank you ~xoxo anon
I knew it was probably a bad idea to come to this party. And yet, here I was, way too drunk in a room full of people I barely knew.
“Hey, Y/N! Get your ass over here! We’re playing spin the bottle!” A girl I had briefly spoken with called to me. I think her name was Erin or Erika or something. She giggled, spilling her drink a bit. She seems a little too drunk as well.
“I’m coming!” I grabbed my drink and my phone, and headed to where everyone was sitting on the floor. I took the open spot directly across from the most attractive stranger. He seemed tall, even sitting down. He had chocolate brown eyes, hair to match. His ears were pierced, and he had the sexiest half smirk.
“I’ll go first!” Erin or Erika yelled a little too loud, spinning the bottle. It landed on some guy two spots to the right of me. She drunkenly crawled over on her hands and knees and kissed him, long and hard. She crawled back to her spot, still giggling. A few more people had gone, but I was still hypnotized by this one guy. I probably looked so creepy, but I couldn’t help but to stare. I prayed silently that I wouldn’t get this guy, I’d be so nervous.
“Dan!” A guy with practically the same haircut, just colored black instead called out. “It’s your turn!”
The brown haired stranger laughed, spinning the bottle. His name must be Dan. My heart was beating so loud I wasn’t sure the entire room wasn’t hearing it. I felt like everything was going in slow motion.
It didn’t land on me.
It landed pretty close, not but a centimeter or two away, but it was clearly not me. I felt relief wash over me, but disappointment as well. There had gone my only chance to ever kiss a guy that was that goddamn sexy.
Out the corner of my eye, before anyone was really paying attention, I noticed Dan nudge the bottle a bit, so it landed directly in front of me. I was in shock for a few seconds. Had he just cheated? Wait, did he want to kiss me?
“Go on Dan, kiss Y/N!” A few of the guys laughed. I felt my palms begin to sweat. I hoped and prayed I wouldn’t do anything too horrific, like puke on him. Oh god, what if I puked on him?
He scooted toward me, leaning in. He placed his hand ever so gently on my cheek, and kissed me. My instincts kicked in and I began to kiss him back. I felt like fireworks were going off over our heads. All the anxiety and fear washed away. He was so gentle, but so passionate at the same time.
“Okay you two, break it up!” Erin or Erika called to us. I couldn’t help but to sense a twinge of jealously in her voice. Dan immediately pulled away, blushing a bit.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, winking.
Wait, did this insanely attractive guy just wink at me?
A couple more people were going when I realized I didn’t even smell the slightest hint of alcohol on his breath. Was he completely sober?
Another guy had landed on me, and I politely declined.
“Actually you guys, I’m gonna go sit outside for awhile.” I stood up, grabbing my things. I really needed to head home soon, I was too drunk. I quietly stepped outside. The air felt good. It was warm and a breeze kissed my cheek. The stars were out, complemented by a crescent moon, just lighting everything enough to see. I inhaled deeply when I heard the door open again.
I turned to see Dan standing there. He looked awkward and too sexy for words, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. He jammed his free hand into his pocket.
“Hey.” He strutted over, sitting down next to me.
“Hey.” I smiled, facing him.
He sat in silence for a minute before turning to me, looking into my eyes.
“I just wanted to say you are fucking gorgeous. And I might have kind of cheated earlier to get a chance to kiss you.” He awkwardly laughed, breaking the eye contact. “Sorry about that.” He whispered.
“I noticed,” I giggled. “It’s fine, I didn’t mind a bit.” I attempted a wink that probably ended up looking like my eye just twitched.
“I thought you might have saw. I’m Dan, by the way.” He held out his hand to shake mine.
“I’m Y/N.” I smiled, shaking his hand in return. Kind of strange, considering I just made out with this guy. But cute, nonetheless.
I stood up, feeling the full effect of the alcohol kick in, almost stumbling over. Dan quickly reached out and grabbed me before I went crashing to the ground. I giggled.
“You know, I’m not usually like this. But you should come home with me. I wouldn’t mind one bit.” I giggled, running my finger down his chest.
“As much as I’d love to, you are very, very drunk. I won’t take advantage of you. I’ll take a rain check, except I’d like to take you on a date instead. If that is alright?” I could tell he was nervous again, he shoved his hands back into his pockets.
“I-I’d actually like that more,” I hiccuped “Let’s go on a date sometime then.”
“Deal,” He laughed. “Let me call a cab to get you home, I don’t want you walking.” He whipped out his phone and began dialing a taxi service. We chatted for a bit before the cab arrived. He helped me out to the cab when it did show up, and against my wishes, paid for the ride beforehand.
Before getting in the cab, I softly kissed Dan on the cheek. He gave his sexy half smirk and helped me climb into the car. We quickly exchanged phone numbers before getting ready to pull off.
“Text me when you’re home safe.” He smiled, waving as we pulled off.
Don’t apologize, I love your requests! I really enjoyed doing this one, I hope you like it. xoxo (: