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anonymous asked:

reality shows like the bachelor au?

Hi lovely! Already have a rec of reality shows here! But here’s some more for you:

Branching Out by kikikryslee:

Summary: “Congratulations on your recovery, man.”

“So you do know who I am,” Louis smirked.

“Am I supposed to? I mean, I can just see it in your eyes. They’re brighter than the last time I saw you.”

“When was that?”

“The night I first met you,” Harry answered. “You were wasted out of your mind, no life behind your eyes, whatsoever. Your buddy Zayn came stumbling in and threw me against a wall because he thought I took photos of you to sell to a magazine or something. Why would I take pictures of you drunk off your ass? You famous or something?”

Or, the one where Louis is the star of a reality TV show and wants Harry to be on it, and Harry still hasn’t forgotten the drugged out Louis that he met in a restaurant bathroom four years ago.Also featuring Liam as an up and coming party planner, Zayn as Louis’ best friend and greatest trigger, Niall as Harry’s roommate and local bartending legend and Eleanor, Sophia and Perrie as design students who bring them all together.

Word count: 266,410

taste on my tongue by bethaboo:

Summary: Louis Tomlinson, second place winner on TXF four years ago, is looking to reinvent his career.

Harry Styles is a baker who is desperate for a bakery of his own.Louis doesn’t bake. Or cook. Or know how to use an oven.

Take Louis. Take Harry. Add in a heaping cup of sexual tension. Another cup of delicious (and not so delicious) food. A smidgen of competitive spirit. A dash of hopes and dreams. And you get Kitchen Wars, a TV show that promises to be the must-watch event of the fall

Word count: 77,934

You’re Either In Or You’re Out by betheproof:

Summary: Louis’ tone is maybe a bit harsher than necessary, but he still stinging from the suggestion that he was staring at Harry. Sure, the way his legs are encased in those skinny jeans is mildly intriguing. But Louis is here to be the next Top Designer, and he’ll be damned if he lets a pretty boy with a sinful mouth get in the way of his dream. Especially if that sinful mouth is spewing phrases like bohemian pantsuit. Honestly.

Or the one where Louis tries out for Project Runway, Harry is his stupidly gorgeous competitor, Liam is Tim Gunn, Zayn is the supermodel host, and Niall is the guest judge who knows nothing about fashion.

Word count: 12,911

Put It All On Me by LoadedGunn:

Summary: “Yeah, yeah, give it to me, that’s it, spread your legs a bit, there you go.”

The camera follows Louis as he does. Maybe if the modelling thing doesn’t work out, he could try the porn industry. Then again, he’s a bit too stocky to be twinky and a bit too twinky to be anything else. He likes that about himself, though. Well, directors and photographers like that about him. He could pull off pretty and edgy, could do GQ in the morning and a perfume commercial in the afternoon. Right now he thinks he could pull off anything, because it’s Harry fucking Styles directing him.

Or, a Top Model AU where Louis is accidentally there to make friends, not become Britain’s Next Top Model. (Also Zayn is the supermodel host.)

Word count: 15,377

Roadblock by LoadedGunn:

Summary: No one can say Louis isn’t motivated to win The Amazing Race. He wants to be the best partner Liam can have, and his mum could definitely use the million quid. But. He noticed Harry two seconds after reading their first clue and then sort of hasn’t stopped. How could he, Harry’s a two-metre, tattooed, good-humoured charmer who probably has an arsenal of bad jokes and fifty pets with unimaginative names. So he kept an eye on him, like he would all their competitors. Just to measure him up.

Or, an Amazing Race AU where Louis and Liam are the driven, athletic guys who are in it to win it, Harry and Niall are the useless best friends that get by due to luck and possibly magic, and somewhere between Italy and Japan Louis falls inconveniently in love. (Also Zayn is the supermodel host.)

Word count: 19,063

take me for what i am (who i was meant to be) by betheproof:

Summary: Too late, he realizes that the handsome stranger spoke to him and Louis has yet to respond. He puts on his most dazzling smile before speaking. “Why yes, I must be. Are you one of the lovely people competing for my affections, then?”

Instead of confirming his suspicions, though, the man laughs in a way that is both inappropriately loud and extremely endearing. “Unfortunately not,” he gets out through his chuckles. “I’m Harry. I’ll be your host today.”

Louis is dealing with heartache. Niall signs him up for a dating show to help him move on.

Word count: 8,306

No One Could Deny by thirstingdragon:

Summary: Harry knew that the Blind Auditions for The Voice could change everything. He just wasn’t expecting such an immediate turn around.

Word count: 4,241

As You Are by zarah5:

Summary: AU. Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It’s also against his contract.

The only reason Harry auditions for The X Factor is because his best mate signed the two of them up as some kind of joke. Harry doesn’t get the big deal—not until he’s faced with this season’s judges and realises that one of them used to be his desperate, impossible teenage crush.

Word count: 139,331

The Edge of the Stars by casuallyhl:

Summary: Louis laughed. “You think you can convince some random guy to want to go out with me?”

“Oh baby,” Jay chuckled. “I can convince all of the UK to want to go out with you.”

Or, a Meet the Parents AU where Harry is the man of Louis’ dreams, and it’s up to Jay to convince him to date her son.

Word count: 16,908

Now I’ve Got You In My Space by stylesforstiles:

Summary: Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson almost met on X-Factor.

They meet on Dancing With The Stars instead

Word count: 9,688

if you can help me find a high resolution of this pic can you link me? pls help a sis out

brokefriendsforever  asked:

Hello!! I just stumbled across your blog. Your art is very gorgeous and inspired me to start drawing humans. Do you by any chance have any beginning tips? I have absolutely no idea how to start and I’d appreciate any tips, like how to get proportions right, how to use references/where to find them, etc. As an animal artist and 2bg fan; good job on your work. I especially think your headshot of Max Black was lovely ;w;

Aaaah! First of all, thank you! The fact my art make you decide to drawing human figure makes me really happy! Also sorry for the late reply, i tried to decide what to write… i don’t think i’m the best person to ask tbh, 99% of the time i don’t know what i’m doing orz but i’ll try to give you a few general tips that i hope will help you!

  • One thing you will always read about drawing tips is drawing from life: take your sketchbook and go outside sketching people and places. And it’s a very good advice but… i can also understand that awkward feeling when you do it because people may notice you drawing (seriously, i’ve been able to do it only in airport or during a flight). So, while this is still a good advice, here’s an alternative: Croquis Café is a youtube channel that posts videos with various naked models in it and with a great variety in body shapes (mostly females). It’s perfect to do some gesture drawing and it’s also good when you’re art blocked. There are also a lot of sites (like this one) that offer the same service but using pictures, you can set up what kind of models you want and the time that has to pass between each picture. I personally prefer Croquis Café but i’ll put it this option too, just in case.
  • Study anatomy. Whatever kind of style you want to achieve, knowing anatomy is important. There are a lot of good tutorial here on tumblr, and a lot of blogs reblog them along with references and other useful stuff (like these: 1, 2 and 3). I also have one where i reblog tutorials and stuff, here, if you need it! I dunno what you’re trying to achieve, like drawing human portraits or super realistic figures or comic-like figures, but either way find a good anatomy book to study, like Burne Hogarth or Andrew Loomis books.
  • Speaking of anatomy, a good exercise i used to do when i was attending school of comics was this one: take a picture from a magazine (naked or underwear models are better, so you can see the anatomy), put a sheet of transparent tracing paper (or just a new layer if you’re using photoshop) and trace the figure trying to stylize the body in simpler geometrical shapes:

This way you can learn to draw the body in simpler shapes, this also helps when you have to move the figures, pose them or put them in a scene. This trick also work for single body parts (head, hands, feet, ecc):

This way you can learn to stylize the human figure into simpler shapes, creating your own “mannequin” to move and pose as you please!

  •  References: Google is your friend. No, literally! When i need a pose, i usually google it (and being weirdly specific about it). Another good resource are stock photos: DeviantArt has a lot of users that offer their pictures as free stock to use for drawings ( @senshistock is a good start point, her gallery is huge and offers various kind of pictures. She ha salso an app that can be used for gesture drawing: http://www.senshistock.com/sketch/ ). Be sure to read their disclaimer tho! Also, the already mentioned art blogs often reblogs references pictures.
    As for how to use them, you can try the excercise i mentioned before, check proportions, learn about various body shapes, and, once you’ll get better, you can use them and mix them for the poses you need it, and also collect them so you’ll have a good resource for everything (not only human figures, but dresses, animals, backgrounds, weapons, ecc). Another good exercise is to look at your reference and sketch it, using the mannequin.

I’m sorry if this post looks short or not really goes into deep, but since you said you’re at the beginning i tried to keep it simple and cover some basics, but if you need anything else just let me know (even via pvt) and i’ll see what i can do once i have more time!

Aesthetic AF - C.B.

Summary: Your boyfriend lives for the aesthetic, and there’s nothing more that he loves than taking aesthetic pictures of you. 

Requested by anon 

Thank you anon for requesting this! 

“Babe. Babe, come on. Look at me. Babe. Baby. Baby girl!” Corbyn whined as you hid behind a magazine. 

“Corbyn! I don’t want to take any pictures!” You whined back, letting him pull you you towards the giant chair thing. 

“Come on, please? For me?” He pleaded, pouting like a little kid begging their mom for candy. 

“No.” You ignored the look he was giving you, forcing yourself to look somewhere else. 

He walked closer to you, setting his hands on your waist. “Come on.” He kissed your cheek.

“No.” He moved to your nose, licking it after. 

“How about now?” He asked, a huge grin on his face. 

“Definitely not.” You exclaimed, trying to free yourself from his grip. 

He kissed your forehead, kissing your other cheek right after. “Now?” 

“Nuh-uh.” You giggled, enjoying the attention your boyfriend was giving you. 

“Hmm.” He seemed to be in though, reaching up with one hand to stroke an imaginary beard. 

“What are you doing you big goofball.” You giggled even more, laying your head on his chest when you were done.

Corbyn started swaying you back and forth, nuzzling his head in you neck. 

“Please.” You heard him whisper after a while, a small kiss on your neck tickling you. 

“No.” You giggled, trying to push him away from your neck. “Baby, that tickles.” 

“That’s the point.” He laughed, continuing to give you small kisses on your neck. Your giggles turned into laughter as you struggled to get out of his grip and run away. 

“Let me go!” You laughed loudly, pushing him with all the strength you had left. 

“Not until you agree to take a picture with me on that chair!” He laughed, still attempting to kiss your neck. 

“Fine!” You laughed, finally breaking free from his grip. “Why do you want to take a picture on it so badly.” You asked curiously. 

“It’s aesthetic af.” He simply stated, sitting you down on the chair. “Pose. And here wear my sunglasses, and my ring. Oh, and take my dog tag- don’t lose it.” He handed you everything, waiting for you to put it on. 

“Okay, first of all. Why do I need all of this?” You looked up at him confused. 

“It makes you look, I don’t know artsy? And it’ll totally match your blog, trust me babe. I know what I’m taking about. 

You rolled your eyes at him, choosing to go with what he says rather than argue. “Okay, now. I hope you know there’s not possible way for me to loose this if you’re going to be right there the whole time. You’re getting it back right after.” You sat down on the chair, choosing to pose with one of your legs hanging and the other one on the chair, bent. 

“Whatever babe.” Corbyn rolled his eyes, taking a picture of you and telling you to do another pose.

You rolled your eyes, starting to change your pose before he stopped you. 

“Pretend like you’re reaching for me.” He told you, already ready to take the picture. You rolled your eyes once more, before extending your hand like he told you, actually trying to grab his hand. 

“Perfect.” He looked at the picture and then at you. “Just like you.” He smiled, walking over to look at you. 

“Come here, I want to cuddle.” You told him, grabbing him and pulling him into you. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He kissed you, turning to watch the sunset with you. 


Inspired by this picture. 

I really hope you like it! Sorry i this is short, I’m kind of really tired rn

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Twitter 17/07/27

#MatsuiRenaSeitansai Happy birthday🎈

Let’s remain special friends long into the future, even when we become grannies ✌︎(‘ω’)✌︎

Here are some pictures from the time I was asked to take pictures for the fan club’s magazine📷

Twitter 17/07/27

Something unexpected happened when I was on LINE which encouraged my emotions to pour out.

The tears won’t stop. Thank you so much for being born on this day twenty six years ago.

Alright, I’ll do my best as myself.

Hey Angel Chapter 84

It had been over a month since the babies were born and the lack of sleep both you and Harry were experiencing started taking its toll on the both of you. Taking care of two newborns and two toddlers at the same time was a lot. Luckily Harry took a “paternity” leave, so he was home, but in a few days, he had some meetings scheduled again.

When the 2 am feeding came a long, you groaned getting up. Originally, you and Harry thought to take turns with the feeding and diaper changes during the night, but quickly discovered it was easier for both of you get to up at the same time and help out.

Like clock work, both Willow and Wylie started crying and Harry got up from the bed to take them from their cribs and bring them over to you. You positioned each baby and they quickly started to suckle you. You yawned as you looked over at Harry who was rubbing his eyes.

“You can go to sleep for a bit. I’ll wake you up when they’re to burp,” you whispered.

“No, I’m fine,” he said rubbing Willow’s little head since he was sitting close to her. “We need to take their one month picture soon.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I think it would be fun to have Ella and Jackson in the picture.”

“They’d love that,” he smiled. “You know, when we first met, I loved how much Jackson played the big brother role to Ella, even before we were together, but seeing him with these precious babies just makes my heart so happy especially knowing how he wasn’t sure about adding more babies into the mix.”

“Yeah, I’m really glad he’s so happy and loves being a big brother. And Ella, she’s still little herself, but she’s already a great big sister,” you said.

Harry smiled and kissed your head. “So, back to the picture, I was thinking maybe we could post a picture to our social media… I know we never really announced you were pregnant, therefore we haven’t said anything about them being born yet, but I think maybe now would be a good time.”

“I’m okay with that,” you nodded. “and speaking of making announcements,” you smirked. “We could probably throw in another one.”

“Are you talking about our wedding?” He laughed.

“Yep,” you giggled. “We’ve been married for a month.”

“How crazy is that?” He laughed. “Our anniversary is literally the day before our children’s birthday.”

“Well, that just means you should never forget it,” you smirked. “Cause if you forget one, you’ll forget the other.”

“I could never forget the day I married you or the day you brought these amazing babies into our world,” he whispered.

“You say that now, but just wait until we’re celebrating number ten,” you giggled handing him Willow to burp.

He laughed taking a squirming Willow into his arms before holding her over his shoulder and gently hitting her back, while you did the same with Wylie.

**

The next morning, well a few hours later, you were woken up by not the sounds of crying babies, but giggling babies. You sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes when you saw Jackson and Ella peeking through the crib at the sleeping babies.

“Dey so cute,” Ella giggled.

“Like us!” Jackson said. “Wylie looks like me and Willow look like you.”

“Ya we pretty,” Ella giggled.

“How ya thinking they get out of Mummy’s tummy?” he whispered.

“I not know,” Ella shrugged. “Dow dey get in there in first place?”

“Daddy said love magic,” he said. “Maybe dey come out da same way.”

“What are you two doing?” You laughed walking over to them.

“Nuffin!” They both said. “We uh watchin babies.”

“I see that, why don’t you come lay up in the bed with Daddy and me so we can cuddle while the babies are still sleeping,” you said.

“Kay!” They giggled before running over and jumping on top of Harry who lets out a huge oomph.

“Are you two trying to kill me?” He groaned looking back them.

“Nu uh. We cuddle,” Ella smiled laying on him.

“Aw, well I love cuddling my babies,” he smiled wrapping his arms around her.

You smiled laying down next to them and Jackson squeezes in between the two of you and you all fall back asleep for another hour.

**

“Okay, who’s ready to take some pictures?” Harry said getting his camera ready.

“ME!” Both Jackson and Ella laughed.

“Of course you are,” he laughed. “I don’t even know why I asked. I remember when you two were taking pictures with Mummy for that magazine.”

“That was fun!” Jackson giggled.

“Yeah,” you mumbled setting the babies on the floor. “Okay, now Ella, Jackson, you have to be really careful remember, especially when the babies are the floor.”

“We know! We be careful,” Jackson said.

You nodded and helped them down to position them while Harry started snapping the pictures. The kids giggled and kissed the babies foreheads and tickled them. You and Harry had the biggest smiles on your faces.

“You two are the bestest big brother and sister ever,” Harry smiled.

“Bestest isn’t a word,” you laughed.

“It should be!” He laughed.

You giggled and looked over at the kids. “Even if it’s not a word, your father’s right.”

“Duh!” Jackson said. “I da bestest cause I got da bestest sissies and brother!”

“Hey dat me!” Ella giggled.

“Yep,” he smiled kissing her cheek. “Love my Ella.”

“And I wuv my Jack-Jack!” she giggled.

You and Harry both smiled at each other and went back to taking more pictures.

A few hours later, once you two finally decided on your pictures to post, you both went onto your individual Instagrams and made your posts.

**Just so you know I’m simply using these photos for the poses, not the people in them. lol. I don’t picture any of the kids/Y/N to really look like this.

YourInstagramName: Happy One Month to the Styles Twins! Everyone meet Wylie and Willow Styles. They love to eat, sleep, poop, and spit up on their Daddy. And of course, they can’t get enough of their big brother and sister, who adore them just as much! 

HarryStyles: Big Brother. Little Brother. Little Sister. Big Sister. Four + Two = A Family of Six. Jackson and Ella Styles couldn’t be happier with the newest editions to our family and neither are we. Everyone meet Willow and Wylie Styles, the cutest, coolest, and hippest One-month-olds you’ll ever meet.

Yourinstagramname: Willow and Wylie weren’t the only ones to become Styles last month. That day was more than I could have ever imagined and I owe it all to the love of my life.

HarryStyles: Not only did I become the father to two more babies. I also became the husband to my soulmate. This woman is amazing and is more than I deserve. She’s an amazing Step-Mummy to Jackson and an amazing mother to Ella, Willow, and Wylie. I couldn’t ask for a better woman to spend the rest of my life with.

**

“What do you think people will say?” You asked him once you posted the photos. 

“I’d hope everyone would be happy for us, but we both know that won’t be the case,” he sighed. “But it doesn’t matter because we’re happy our babies are happy and that’s all that does matter.” 

“I love you,” you whispered. 

“And I love you,” he smiled. “More than I could ever say or show you.” 

You giggled. “Well, you might not be able to show me just yet, but that’s doesn’t we can’t have a little makeout fest.” 

He smirked pulling you closer to him and pressing his lips against yours. 

The best photoshoot.

– Hello guys, I am (y/n) and I will take photos from you today. – I introduce myself for the boys with a big smile. 

 It’s funny when I accepted the invitation to take pictures of the for a magazine no one had told me how fucking sexy they are. When I look at them I see some surprised looks for me. 

– God, you are beautiful. – Slash says looking at me. I had time to record the names of all of them. 

 – And sexy… 

 – Duff! – Izzy berated Duff by slapping his head. 

 – Uh… Thank you guys but we really need to start this photoshoot so… do what you want.  – I stand behind the scenario and and I turn the camera to them. 

 – I have a question  (y/n)! – Axl raises his hand like a student. 

 – Ok… 

– I really want to kiss you and you tell to us to do what we want… – he is interrupted when Izzy sleps him on the head. I smile again. 

– This is very nice boys but I’m working and I need to take these pictures. 

 – I’m sorry for them. – Izzy says a little ashamed. 

 So I start to take pictures of them and they totally forget about flirting with me and get really happy with this because this proves how much they respect my work and they are professionals even drinking. 

 – Jeez why is this always so tiring? – Steven asks drinking his vodka. 

 – I think we can make a a little break. – I get up and give the camera to my assistant and then I loosey my hair. 

 – I think you are the most beautiful woman I ever seen in my life! – Slash says and I smile at him. 

– That’s really cute but… 

– You guys are being abusive! She is working. – Izzy says impatient. 

 – Izzy is right but you are a beautiful woman and we don’t know what to say. – this time is Duff who says. 

 – How about don’t say anything? – Izzy asks and Steven snorts. 

 – You are unbearable today. – Steven grunts.

 – Uh… that’s ok because to be honest I think I would go out with one of you. – they look at me totally surprise when I says. 

– Wait! WHAT? – Slash asks. 

– Please tell say you’d go out with me! – Duff says looking at me with hope in his eyes and I start to laugh. 

– I am sorry guys but we need to go back to work. – I take the camera back. 

 – Oh my God this is a torment. – Axl says while I take the pictures. 

 This is very funny, thir faces very confused and waiting me to say something while I took the pictures was very funny.   One hour and a hundred photos after the session ended. 

 – Ok… finish guys thank you for the time. – I smile at them one more time and turned to leave. 

 – Oh wait right there, we want to know! – Steven says and I stop, I look at them again and smile. 

 – I was just kidding I can’t get evolved with anyone I’ve worked with, bye bye. 

While I left there I heard some comments from them and calling me back but I really needed to get out of there but when I got in the car, I thought it would be nice to go out with Izzy. He is really handsome and sexy and seems to be smart. I get scared when I saw him banging on my window. 

– I was wondering if you wanna to go have some coffee with me or… I don’t know…. 

 – How do you know I want to go out with you and not with the others? – when I ask he smiles at me. 

– Well…. I don’t know but I really, really, really want to take you on a date…

 – A date? – I ask surprised. 

– Yes, so… –  so I smile and sigh. 

– Ok. 

– Oh thank you, I couldn’t stand those guys talking about you. 

 – And why? – he smiles again when I ask. He smile is so fucking perfect. 

– Because as I said I really want to take you on a date. 

NSFW (Nice Stuff For Werewolves)

Summary: Stiles happens to be around when Derek gets a special delivery. (This is not a euphemism)

Notes: There was a post going around tumblr that said NSFW= Nice Stuff For Werewolves, and it inspired this little fic. Also, someone should tell me if this is crack, because I just can’t tell any more. (On AO3)


Stiles is sprawled out on Derek’s couch when the doorbell rings, and he startles hard, almost dropping the book he’s reading. Derek makes a point to smirk at him as he walks past.

“Hey, I can’t help it,” Stiles huffs. “I didn’t even know you had a doorbell.”

“That’s because you always just come barging in,” Derek says over his shoulder. He slides open the door, and accepts a package from an out-of-breath FedEx guy.

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Ten Years Ain’t Nothing - Slash

Pairing: Saul ‘Slash’ Hudson x Reader

Words: 1016

Request: Hello! Okay, this is kinda weird but could you do a Slash imagine where he is in his 30s and the reader is like 20 or something? Like a big age gap you know? Thank you so much! + Maybe deal with hate, and him comforting her or something. Thanks 😊

A/N: @mybucky-yourbucky


“SLASH DATES A YOUNGER GIRL FOR PUBLICITY?!”

“SLASH AND HIS NEW YOUNG GIRLFRIEND”

“30-YEAR OLD LEGENDARY GUITARIST, SLASH, SPOTTED HOLDING HANDS WITH HIS RUMORED 2O-YEAR OLD GIRLFRIEND”

“SLASH’S YOUNG GIRLFRIEND USING HIM FOR FAME?!”

It seemed like the world forgot about the rest of the world, for weeks the magazines had been talking shit about our relationship, paparazzi following us everywhere we went together, often taking pictures for those stupid gossip magazines. Now everywhere I go people seem to know my name, and they seem to get every chance to call me slut or a gold digger, or a groupie, a fame seeker, the list goes on.

Even the simple task of going to college seemed impossible now days, with people following me everywhere, and taking pictures and asking me stupid questions every time they see me. It’s cool sometimes, bumping into one of Slash’s fans, they recognizing me, some of them even say that they ‘love me’ when others say that they are grateful that I’m in Saul’s life; but then there are the other fans, the one that when they see me they’d throw stuff at me, and call me names, some of them even getting physical with me, pulling my hair and scratching my arms, but if these means being in his life, then I’d take it all, yes he may be older, and a rock star that is almost never home, but he is sweet, and caring.

As I throw another magazine, that talked about more ridiculous rumors and gossip about our relationship, into the table in front of me, I sigh, closing my eyes and letting my back rest on the cushion behind it. Feeling the need to cry, to scream and break something, to laugh and say ‘Fuck You’ to the world.

A knock on the door interrupts me from the mental battle with myself, taking a deep breath, and blinking my watery eyes away, I stand up from the couch, and walk towards the door, opening it revealing a smiling Saul with a pizza and wine on his hands, making me smile instantly, making me forget about what people were saying about me for a second.

Taking the wine from his hand, I greet him with a kiss, and move to the side, letting him walk inside the apartment, closing the door and walking towards the kitchen, where he stood taking some plates, and glasses.

“How was school?” he asks looking at me.

“It was alright, how was the meeting with the guys?” I ask him, pouting the wine into the glasses.

“Eh, it could have been better” he replied making a face.

“How so?”

“Axl was being a particular ass today” he says shaking his head, I stay silent taking the glasses and walking towards the sofa, Saul following behind me, I place the glasses on the coffee table, slightly glancing at the picture of my and Slash on the magazine, taking the remote, turning on the TV and looking for something to watch.

Saul on the other hand, wasn’t interested in watching a movie at the moment, he saw the way his girlfriend saw the magazine laying on the table in front of her, furrowing his eyebrows he set the plates on the piece of furniture and grabbed one of the magazines, featuring a picture of both of them holding hands, trying to avoid the paparazzi’s, the words “SLASH’S GIRLFRIEND USING ONLY USING HIM FOR HIS MONEY” written at the top of the paper.

He knew that they were indeed, talking bad about both of them, often calling them names, and hating on their relationship because of their age gap. The thing he didn’t know was that what this people were saying about her was hurting her. He looked through the article and read it rather quickly, not pleased with the words that the author had chosen to describe his girlfriend, closing the magazine and throwing it, once again, to the table, he looked at his girlfriend, her eyes were already set on him.

“You don’t believe this, right?” he asked.

“No”

“…but?” he insisted.

“But it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt”

“Look, I know that dealing with this hard for you” he said, moving closer to her, “but please don’t let this bring you down, you shouldn’t care what they say” he continued.

“I know, I shouldn’t but-

“But nothing, baby you are the most beautiful woman on this earth, yes there is an age gap between us, so? Ten years ain’t nothing” he insisted, smiling at the girl.

“I just…I don’t know how to…deal with this” I said, embarrassed by my own confession, “it’s just that, I know that you are used to being in the papers, and people recognizing you in the street, people knowing who you are, people loving you and hating you all over the world, but me? I’m not, and it all too much” I continued, him listening to my every word.

“It’s overwhelming, there is people taking pictures of me everywhere, I feel like I can’t breathe anymore, I don’t know if I should laugh or cry, scream or remain silent, I just don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to act in this situation” I said, my eyes getting watery again.

“You act like you always do, it doesn’t matter if you don’t know what to do, we are humans, if you want to cry? Then do it, you want to laugh? Do it, you want to scream? Go on baby, don’t say a word? Its’s up to you, I’m gonna stay here, I’m not gonna leave anytime soon, I can help you get through this, I will help you” he says, whipping a falling tear from my eye with his thumb, smiling at me “I love you” he finishes.

A smile immediately forms into my lips, shaking my head a little “Thanks babe, I love you” I reply.

Smiling he leans in, kissing my lips, slow and soft; enjoying the moment, after all, it was the first time either of us said ‘I love you’.

8

@taylorswift Do you remember me telling you about my little sisters and how they love you as well! I decided to take some pictures with them with the album and magazines and had them wear one of my shirts. The one in the 1989 shirt is the one that calls Wildest Dreams, the hindsight song.

I start from the bottom of her breasts, like being fed grapes

My wager

Is no good money

It’s portraits large & plenty of my women

Loc is brutally killed by Ben

Because he places blind Faith

In Faith itself,

Fela kuti changing his name

Death would be on his terms,

I stepped up without question to offer advice

Bringing others into the pool

While I take pictures of pictures in

Magazines,

They jump Jews

Punk rock girls

Or “weird black boys who listen to country”

I never had a problem with my father

Other than problems my mother caused

When she ran out on us

I show my face

By

Being misplaced

It’s miserable

Waging on black,

So many times

The Outlook turns back

But that’s not my house

And

I’m refusing entry

Just it’s too easy

I need to be married,

My wager

Is on

Synchronicity,

Melting the game down into drink

But I’m unsure if that’s

What my wife before this life

Left me with,

She was different than my meeting with the

God’s,

Different in how lately

I’m possessed

Stacked up to different

Dimensions,

There was a whole-hole

Ammit

Aspects of Ammit

Giant heads

Cloaked in Black

Angry tones

They expressed

It’s where I eventually saw her

Consumed

But I’m stuck because I’m choosing to still live

Which is a dilemma

Because you can’t psychically “travel”

While being a human

It’s not because of the strain

There’s something else

The else being life itself

It won’t allow me to fully detatch

Without dying,

Help Me Remember (Ch.2) - I’ve Never Been in Love Before

Series Summary: The night was going smoothly as you snuggled on your couch with your snacks by your side and Supernatural on TV. However, the peaceful rest was cut short when you started hearing voices, out of nowhere, calling your name, asking you to wake up.  The voices soon turned into yelling, as you fought to stay conscious, but soon enough, the darkness took over, and you collapsed.

As you opened your heavy lids, a smell of whiskey and gunpowder hit your nose, making you wonder where the hell where you, and how you got there in the first place. After inspecting where you were, and getting familiar with your situation you were in, you realized that you were in some kind of parallel universe where the events of Supernatural are the reality. Or were you? Maybe you have been there your entire life, and what you thought to be a reality was actually an illusion created by someone? Guess you’ll just have to find out.

Chapter 1

Words: 2397

Warnings: None

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A/N: I will be posting new chapters every Wednesday and Sunday.

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Mood bound

Originally posted by dhjung

Warnings: Sex and horny jokes with our favorite saxophonist.


I’ve lost count of my steps for a while before I realized it. All I want is to walk on my bare feet, getting them back to the natural position they were born with. But instead, they’re trapped in these 7-inches heels, struggling to compromise with the pain that is slowly spreading from my ankles. Only now that pieces of my shattered dignity remember the words slipped through his lips. Early in the morning, he stopped by my office with a cup of hot espresso, not forgetting to deliver a warm smile to tell me that he could offer me a ride home, instead of having to take the bus. I was so glad to finally have a boss who treated the employees well and accepted without a moment of second thinking. Yet as soon as I settled myself on the freshly new leather passenger seat of his dandy black 4-wheel Mercedes, we took another turn. He started talking about one night hotels and nights that he considered to be passionate and intimate. His diction made me sick and disgust of the kind of person he really was. But before I could vomit on the carpet that probably costs more than my monthly wage, I stepped out of that care and smacked in his face with the two most revolutionary words “I quit!”

Now here I am, striding through the streams of people with my bleeding toes icy skin, completely exposed to the harshness of Seoul’s early spring. A drop of water lands on the top of my head. I hold out my hand and drops of rain hit it like little explosions. People run hysterically, looking for a place to hide from heaven’s sadness. So I’m not the only one who had a bad day. I quickly run to a small café located a few steps away. Standing in the pathway into the entrance, I wipe the remaining wetness off my shoulders. I look up to where the light is above my head.

“Mood bound” - big, lower case letters of glowing white neon.

The café inside has a few tables scattering asymmetrically around. Each table contains two seats and up to the maximum of four. There are candles on the wooden shelves and on the steps of the stairway leading up to the upper level. There is no sign of electronic lights, accept for the golden incandescent light bulb shining above the stage. On that stage, a young man with coffee brown hair is playing his saxophone, entertaining the few customers with a funky upbeat jazz number. I choose the table closest to him as the request of my curiosity. He closes his eyes while his delicate fingers surf on the keys, flaunting his silky eyelashes. Wearing this black vest outside of a gray shirt with half of his sleeves rolled up, he looks like those male models in the advertisement page of a magazine. I want to take a picture of him, but the essence of his music keeps my mind busy. The view captivates every way I can exclaim and for a brief moment, I have no regrets about what happened earlier.

The music stops coming out from his saxophone, following by a pause of time and a round of applause. He stands up and bows to his audience. The moment he retreats from his bow, our eyes meet. I’ve never tasted eternity before until now. It feels like my heart skips an integral beat that can make or break my life and my blood cells are going against their current. He bends down to put his saxophone in the navy blue case and leaves the stage.

Don’t leave. Where are you going?

“Miss, are you ready to order?” The waitress seems like she has been waiting here for ages and is supposed to lose her patience anytime.

“I’m sorry. A cup of cappuccino, please.” I wait a bit for her to finish writing my order down. “Do you know when that saxophonist is going to perform here again?”

She smiles. “Taehyung is here every Friday. He plays the songs ordered by our customers so if you come next time, don’t forget to request one too.”

My brain immediately writes a new post-it note.

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I quickly find myself become a regular customer at Mood Bound, a Friday customer to be exact. My seat never changes, making sure that I have the best view of Taehyung as well as he can notice me from the dark audience seats. Every time coming here, I request a new song that I found the day before on the Internet. The way he plays it matches me like two pieces next to each other in a puzzle. Sometimes he smiles toward my direction. I always try to photograph those moments with my eyes as clearly as I can so that when I’m deepened in my dream, I’ll take them out and create my own gallery. Today is not an exception. It’s becoming some kind of routine, like waking up and brushing your teeth.

Taehyung did a wonderful job performing today. As always, the crowd adores him. They cheer for him with longer rounds of applause and sometimes stand up from their seats. For me, I always smile. He and his saxophone draw so many emotions on my face, I’m glad most of them are happy and emotional. He puts his saxophone in the case as usual and heads off the stage. By this time, I’m ready to pay for my coffee and return to my cold apartment. But while I’m searching through my purse for changes, the seat opposite mine is pulled away. Sitting in front of me is now the guy who was on stage earlier. My eyes open widely, looking at the calmness of his smile. Whatever reasons that he’s sitting here, I’m secretly thankful for it.

“Did you enjoy the performance?” He asks. His voice is deeper than I expected.

“Very much. I’m your biggest fan.” I can’t help but burst out a wide smile.

“Thank you.” He says. “You gave a lot of good song requests, too.”

“How do you…?”

“Oh, you came here so often so I recognize your handwriting.”

He notices my handwriting.

“I haven’t had anything since lunch yet. Do you… maybe… want to grab something to eat right now?” His sudden offer confuses me a little bit. One moment, I was admiring him from below the stage and now we’re having a dinner date. Calm down Y/N. Freaking out will only make you look more like a dork in front of him.

“Sure.” I nod. “But let’s go to my house. I had everything cooked there.”

He seems a bit surprised. After a second or two, he accepts.

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“I’m sorry if it’s too mediocre.” I look at his empty plate. “We should have eaten out.”

“No, don’t be. It was so delicious. Thank you!”

As much as I want to believe in his angelic smile, a sense of guilt that I didn’t serve him how a guest should be served tickles my stomach. The fact that he finished everything brightens my mood up a bit. I got to know Taehyung through the little conversations during our meal. He talked a lot about playing the saxophones and the experiences he had on stage. His life sounded so dynamic and festive, making mine seems rather pathetic. And I was busy looking at the features on his face and falling in love with them.

“Now you make me want to play the saxophone.” I laugh as he mentions the girls he met through the instrument.

“I can teach you.” He says excitedly, taking the saxophone out of his case. Taehyung places my hands on it, ensuring they are where they have to be. My heart races uncontrollably as I feel his chest pressed against my back. The contact of our fingers sends a tsunami of electric throughout my body. Once again, I’m shaking under his aura and this time, it is worse. My body shuts down, blocking all of my commands out of its reach. The muscle of my fingers disobeys me. It controls my body in a different direction.

“No! It has to be like this.” His increase in the volume of voice shocks my heart. Just when I turn around, his cheek is right there, inches away from my lips. I didn’t notice how close we have been. He turn to where my face is and now the only thing between our lips is the blurred line waiting for us to cross. The pupils of my eyes shrink as Taehyung crosses that boundary to reach to where I am. He presses in deeper, melting my stiff body like a Popsicle under the sunny summer sky. I place my hand on his cheek, sinking myself harder into the sweetness of his tongue. He puts the saxophone down next to me and his hands focus on roaming on my back.

My clothes come off by him, but with the voluntary help from me. Everything happens so quickly, giving me not a single time gap to refill my breath. I take the fancy clothes off his body, leaving this baby smooth caramel skin underneath. The more Taehyung leans forward into the kiss, the more I lean backward until my back hits the carpet. Like a snake, he swiftly slides down to where my core is. With the same lips that blow the saxophone, he uses the techniques he knows on me. The little kiss marks he leaves make me chuckle. Along with the sensual feeling of his tongue licking up and down my clit, the way he cutely stroke my core stamps a smile on my face.

“Is this the same with you and your saxophone?” I ask.

“Of course not.” I feel his smirk against the side of my core. “How can it be like this wet core of yours?”

I giggle as he continues to suck the juice coming out of my body. He takes a long lick of the inside of my core, making my body shiver. Just like his saxophone, whenever he blows into my core, I make a sound that no languages can interpret. Taehyung sits up straight and I can see the sticky white milk on the side of his mouth. I burst out more than I can imagine, but I have him to blame.

“Now for the fun part.” He looks down at his harden erection, then to my face. I put a half of a grin between my sweaty cheeks and dark eyes.

“With pleasure.”

Taehyung inserts himself in smoothly. Once he is completely sunk in, his hips begin to thrust into my pelvis. I grip on the carpet as he grabs tightly on my thighs. My mouth open widely, feeling my sensitive spots being hit continuously. Orgasm builds up like dozens of little water balloon inside the lower half of my body, ready to explode anytime they are overloaded. He picks up his pace, trying to hold on every opportunity to keep the climax going. The invisible water balloons stretch my muscles outward, tighten them up with extreme tension. I can feel them reaching their capability and finally burst out. Water flows out of my core like an erupting volcano, soaking the carpet between my thighs. He pulls out and momentarily after, spills his seeds on my stomach.

He flops down and rolls to the side. Lying next to me, his breath forms into sounds of exhaustion. The aftermath feels more than just satisfying. It is definitely something new and memorable for my gallery.

“Well that was fun.” I huff.

“Rest quickly. We’re going to do this until the dawn breaks.” One of his hands gropes my breast. I guess I should begin to familiarize myself with this.


Inspired by the saxophone history of Taehyung the sexy porn star. Hope you guys enjoyed it!

“Do your best, be good to yourself, be good to others.”