idk i just felt like doing something

Birthday Dinner (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: I had an idea. Could you do Jughead x Reader where it’s jugs birthday and he wants to invite her over for dinner but he lives with Archie and Fred so he’s embarrassed and goes and asks for Fred’s permission if he can have his girlfriend over for his birthday and fill in the rest idk if I made this clear enough!

A/N: I changed the idea just a bit! SO glad I finally finished this. Hopefully you’ll still like it xx 

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Birthday Dinner (Jughead x Reader)

It was Jug’s birthday on Friday.

You wanted to do something with him but he told you that Archie and his dad were going to throw him a dinner party/barbeque.

He felt bad but you assured him that you two could do something before or after his birthday.

You two have been secretly dating for the past three months so obviously you weren’t expecting to go.

Especially since you lived on the other side of town and went to a different school.

What you didn’t plan for was Jug to ask Fred Andrews if you could come.

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On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder, that the stars peeked in to see you” happy birthday @amazingphil ! 

Sharpie Promises

Originally posted by escaped-ocelot

Raphael x Reader

Sharpie Promises

Note: I don’t know if I’ll publish this or not, but basically, I’m a ho for TMNT and soulmate AUs and I’ve never seen a TMNT Soulmate AU, so here you go. It’s the 2k14/2k16 turtles btw. Idk. I might do more of these if you guys like it.

Raphael wasn’t human. He had struggled with this, but had eventually come to terms with the fact. He didn’t have a soulmate and he wouldn’t ever find love. Not in a world full of humans. He tried to be all right with it. Keyword: tried.

It wasn’t until he was working out one day that he felt something cold and wet travelling across his left forearm. Just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. He removed his three-fingered hands from the weight he had been lifting and sat up to examine it.

Hi.

Messy black letters written in Sharpie. His green eyes narrowed. What was this? He had never felt or seen anything like this. But there it was, plain as day on his arm. He stared at it, afraid that the words would disappear, but no. They stayed right where they were. And then soon after, more appeared from nowhere, as though a ghost was writing on his arm with an invisible marker.

So, it’s like three in the morning here and I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but um, hi.

A long pause. Raph stared in amazement, too shocked to say anything.

You’re probably asleep, aren’t you? Dammit. Well, um…bye, I guess.

He had never run so fast in his life.

“Woah, woah, watch it!” Donnie raised his arms as Raph pushed his chair away from his station and grabbed a Sharpie, pulling off the cap between his teeth and scrawling in the empty space on his arm.

Wait.

***

Your heart raced as a response finally appeared.

Wait.

Big, messy letters that you could tell had been written in a rush.

I’m here. Who are you? What’s happening?

You stared at the letters, the handwriting. Your stomach dropped, the nerves kicking in. This was it. This was your soulmate. You had no idea how this worked. No one did, but it worked, and that was all that mattered. A magical pen-pal from far away, probably. Why anyone would be up at this ungodly hour besides you was beyond you. But now you had to reply. You turned over your arm to write back.

I’m (Y/N). Your soulmate, I think. I don’t know…this is what everyone else does, but I’ve always been too shy to try.

***

Soulmate.

Raph’s heart skipped a beat when the word was written on his arm. Soulmate. He had a soulmate. He actually had…Oh my God.

“Raph, are you crying?” Mikey asked, looking up at his older brother, whose eyes certainly looked a little misty.

“N-no. I just got dirt in my eye. Go away.” He sniffled and smiled.

“Whatcha doin’?” the youngest turtle looked over Raph’s shoulder and scanned a few words before he raised his arm far above Mikey’s head, but he had already seen it. Soulmate. “You…you have a soulmate?”

“I guess so.” Raph shrugged. By now, Donnie and Leo were paying attention to what was happening.

“You have a what?” Donnie’s head snapped around. He pulled down Raph’s arm to examine it. But there it was, plain as day. What the internet described as a ‘soulmate exchange’. “I didn’t think it was scientifically possible for you…for us to have…”

“Are you serious?” Leo came over to look.

“What do I look like? A freakin’ museum?” Raph snapped. “Now go away. I gotta write ‘er back.” The others gave him some space as he walked over to the couch and sat down, the tip of the Sharpie hovering over his green arm.

Soulmate, huh? Did think I had one of those. Name’s Raphael. Nice to meet ya.

***

What are you, a renaissance artist? Lol JK

Something like that.

So where are you from, Mr. Renaissance Artist?

New York, New York.

Seattle, Washington. Well, this might be a little complicated, huh?

Something like that…

***

You wrote to Raphael until the sun came up and then you crashed. You had thought it was a dream until you saw the words written there the next morning. You had a soulmate. His name was Raphael. He was from New York.

But at least he existed. It could be a lot worse.

It wasn’t until about noon, three o’clock there, that you wrote to him again, after having wiped your arm off to give you more room to write.

Good morning.

You wake up at noon?

Only when I’m up until sunrise talking to my soulmate.

Fair enough.

So how’s your day been?

Overwhelming.

Fair enough.

***

Leo, Donnie, and Mikey were all bunched behind Raphael to watch.

“Go away!”

“Dude, we just wanna watch.” Mikey whined.

“Go! Away!”

“All right, sheesh,” Donnie walked back to his lab, and Leo and Mikey reluctantly walked away.

So…

He wrote.

What’cha wanna talk about?

I don’t know.

What’s it like in Seattle?

Rainy. What’s it like in New York?

Noisy. He replied, a smirk spreading across his scarred lips. How old are you?

Seventeen.

Same.

Nice. How tall are you?

Like 6’5”-ish.

Holy shit! You’re gonna have to bend down to kiss me.

Kiss you. He was going to kiss you. Eventually. A new concept. Butterflies spread through his stomach, but he tried to play it off.

You a shorty?

Compared to you, yeah. Always had a thing, for tall guys, though. No worries. ;)

He smiled.

Got any hobbies? You asked.

Ninjitsu, bein’ a giant mutant turtle, etc…

Uh, I knit sometimes. And I work out. A lot.

Mr. Muscles the Knitting Renaissance Artist. You keep getting better and better.

So what do you do for fun, Shorty in Seattle?

Oh you know, read, write, spend ungodly amounts of time on the internet.

Sounds fun.

It is. So, anyways, I’ve been looking into New York travel recently (and by recently I mean right now immediately) for reasons, you know. Anyway, what area of New York should I travel to in…ten months when I go to college (that I’ve just applied to) there?

***

After a long day of talking to you and patrolling and trying to work out, Raph was exhausted. He laid in his top bunk, reading your ramble with a smile.

After replying, he knew it was time to go to sleep.

I’m wiped. I gotta sleep.

Oh, okay. Goodnight Raph.

Night, (nickname).

I love you.

His heart skipped a beat.

I love you too.

I can’t wait to meet you.

Already countin’ down the days, babe.

Me too.

***

Weeks later, you got an idea.

So, theoretically, if I were to Skype you, would you pick up?

I don’t have a Skype.

I want to hear your voice.

I can call you, if you want. I just don’t do video chats?

Why?

Because I’m a giant freaking mutant turtle and I don’t want my soulmate to hate and/or be afraid of me.

I want to see you for the first time in person.

All right then. Here’s my number.

You waited in bated breath for your phone to ring, and then suddenly it did. Your thumb hovered above the accept button. You felt like your whole body was trembling.

“Hey there.” You could hear the shaking in your voice. He chuckled, and already you loved the sound of his laugh.

“Hey yourself,”

“Oh my God, I love your voice.” You gushed.

“I love yours too, shorty.”

“Aaaaah! Your accent is so hot!”

“Heh, yeah.” He smiled.

“Ooh, are you talking to (Y/N)?” Mikey asked. “Can I say hi?”

“No, you can’t. Shoo.”

“Who’s that?” You asked.

“My little brother.” Mikey tried to reach up and grab Raph’s phone, but he squirmed away from him. “Mikey, go away!”

“But-!”

“Go away!”

“I wanna say hi to your girlfriend!!”

“Mikey, leave Raph alone.” Leo smirked from across the lair. The youngest brother left, deflated.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Where were we?”

“I was gushing over your very attractive voice, Mr. Muscles.”

“Ah. Right.” He tried not to blush and failed miserably. A slow smirk snuck across his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too!”

***

“Did you get it yet?” Raph called you a few months before you were supposed to arrive. As the day approached, he got more and more anxious. You would be here in New York and he wouldn’t be able to skirt around the truth anymore. He was a giant turtle and you were a human girl. It wasn’t going to work out.

But nonetheless, he had sent you something. Something to remember him by if it didn’t work out, he supposed.

“It came in today! I haven’t opened it yet, though. I’m going to right now. Give me a sec, I’m gonna put you on speaker.”

“All right.” Raph listened as you set down your phone and put him on speaker. Then came the noise of you cutting the tape and opening the small cardboard box and sifting through the tissue paper.

“Oh my gosh! It’s amazing! I love it! You really made this?”

“I did.” He smirked. You held up the perfect little pendant. A polished wooden turtle that Raphael had carved himself. It hung from a simple twine string. You put it on immediately, tying the necklace around your neck. You let your fingers run over all of the intricate little grooves.

“I’m never taking it off, I hope you know that.”

“I’m flattered.” He chuckled. “I can’t wait to see how it looks on ya.”

“I can’t wait to see you.”

A nervous little laugh.

“Yeah. Pretty soon, now.”

“It couldn’t come soon enough.” You smiled warmly. “It’s late. I’m gonna get some sleep. Exams tomorrow and then I’m out of school for the summer. And then, only two months until I get to see you.”

“Well, you rest up, shorty. Get good grades. I don’t want ya to fail.”

“Good night. I love you.”

“I love ya too. Night.”

When he hung up, he stared at the ceiling. God, what was he gonna do?

***

You were full of jitters when you landed in New York two short months later. The time had crawled by so slow, but you passed the time. And now you were here, the center of the modern world.

“I’m here! I just landed! When do you want to meet up?”

“Um, how about you get settled? Go to your apartment or whatever. I’ll come over tonight.”

“Okay.” Your heart raced. “Okay. I’ll see you then. I’ll uh, get you the address once I find it.”

“Sounds like a plan. Stay safe. I’ll see ya tonight.”

“See you.” When you hung up, Raph started to pace through the lair.

“I’m going to see her tonight. Oh my God. She’s gonna find out I’m a giant turtle and she’s gonna hate me.”

“Statistically, after ten months of-”

“No more science bulllshit, Don! I’m a freak! She’s gonna run screamin’ and I’ll never see her again!”

“It’ll be fine, Raph. You’re over reacting. As usual.” Leo’s tone was cool, annoyed. “She loves you. We’d have to be blind not to see that.”

“I guess we’ll find out tonight, huh?” He slumped onto the couch, a deep dread setting in. Tonight was not going to be pretty. He knew it.

***

After you had unpacked and met your roommate, a very nice woman named April who had been searching for a roommate for some time now, you called Raph and gave him an address. He asked about how things were and so you told him about your roommate. He chuckled. Well, that might make things a little easier. He told you he wasn’t far and he would be over in a few.

“Who’s that?” April asked after you hung up.

“My soulmate. He’s the reason I moved here, actually. He’s coming here if that’s okay.”

“More than fine with me.” She smiled. “What’s his name?”

“Raphael.” You told her. Her face lit up in surprise. Now the turtle necklace she had complimented you on when you walked in made a whole lot of sense. She doubted that you knew why though.

So this was the (Y/N) he had talked about. His soulmate. Shorty from Seattle.

“Nice name.”

“I know, right?” Your phone buzzed. “Oh my God, it’s him.”

“Hey babe, come outside.” You stood there in confusion for a second. “Fire escape.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll be down in a sec.” You nodded, tucking the phone away. Your heart raced as you climbed out the window and down the metal fire escape to the alley below. There, in the shadows stood a very tall, very large silhouette.

“Hey there.” It was him. His voice. In person. “I uh, I need ya to promise me something, gorgeous.”

“What?”

“Just…p-promise you won’t scream.”

“Why would I-?”

“Promise.”

“I promise.” You stated certainly.

“I, uh, I ain’t exactly…normal.”

“I love you, Raph.”

“You won’t when you see me.” His voice was quiet as all of his insecurities came to the surface.

“Raphael,” You reached out for him, hand forward for a long few moments until his three-fingered green one met it, pressing against it like Tarzan and Jane. Something familiar and something foreign. You gasped quietly, but when he moved to pull away, you gripped one of his large fingers. “Please.”

He let out a long sigh, considering bolting then and there, but he gave in and took a few slow, heavy steps out of the dark to where you could see him. Your soulmate was a giant mutant turtle. He waited for the sting of rejection, for the tears of disappointment streaming down your cheeks, but they never came. Instead, you pulled his muscular arms around yourself, clinging to him as though this was your last chance. He held you tight against his plastron, his knees giving out in the wave of relief that washed over him. Raph buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you felt hot tears against your skin.

Thank you.” A broken whisper from his scarred lips. “Thank you.”

“I love you.” You kissed his cheek and then his forehead, and you lifted his face to look at the green face under the tattered red bandana.

“All ‘uh this don’t bug you?” He asked, tear-filled green eyes searching yours. “You don’t care that I’m a freak?”

“You’re not a freak, Raphael.” The feeling of your soft skin against his face drove him up the wall in the best possible way. “Not to me.”

“Are ya just sayin’ that because I’m your soulmate?”

“I mean it.” You locked eyes with him and he felt as though you were staring into his soul. His smile was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen. Curiosity sparked behind your eyes as you examined every inch of him, taking him in. “What are you?”

There wasn’t hatred or fear in your voice, only awe.

“I’m a mutant. A turtle. Hence the uh-” he motioned to the necklace around your neck. “That.”

“I love turtles,” You whispered as you kissed his snout. You were so close. So close he could just about…

You closed the gap between you, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He didn’t know how to respond, but followed his instincts and tried his hardest to kiss you back. His large hands held your hips and your small hands framed his jaw before moving to his shoulders, fingers gently searching the terrain of his shell.

When you finally pulled away from him, you looked at him for a long time.

“Hey do you wanna come up for pizza?” April called down from the apartment window.

“Yeah, sure April. Are the guys coming?”

“Just got off the phone with Leo. They’re on their way.”

“Wait, you two know eachother?” You asked. Raph smiled and shrugged, finally getting to his feet and taking you with him. God, he was so tall.

“We go way back.” April smiled. “I named him.”

“What?”

“Long story. Come on, shorty.” He picked you up off of the ground as if you weighed nothing and carried you on his hip, your feet dangling a foot in the air. “’Bout time you met my brothers, huh?”

***

After you had met his brothers and enjoyed some celebratory pizza, the six of you had settled down to watch a movie. At the moment, Raph was spread out on the couch with you laying on top of him and a cozy red blanket draped over both of you. He nuzzled into your neck as your hands traced gentle circles on his plastron.

“I love you, Raphael.” You kissed his jaw. He hummed contentedly.

“I love you too, soulmate.” The word had never sounded so right.

@turtllinis @turtimagines @turtlebaes @anetteshortie @imagineninjaturtles @imaginetmnt @totally-turtle-imagines @immortal-turtles

guys I am so serious but I have no idea what just happened and I am having real, physical difficulty typing rn because my whole body is shaking? like, okay, so this thing flew over head that woke me up, I guess it just sounded like a regular aircraft but kind of low, and then there was this burning heavy pressure and it made the back of my eyelids go white (even though I was in a dark room with my eyes shut hang on of course I had my eyes shut oh well) but I am not making this up and it felt like I was, idk, being microwaved or fucking something and I was like ‘well this is how I die’ but it went but I felt…. just awful, after, and I still do but the main thing is my hands? are shaking so badly I cannot describe how much I am kinda of not okay

also this is like, 7:17am in the uk it just happened in like the last half hour? anyone else?

EDIT: okay so my friend on skype is an angel and talked to me about normal shit and now I have stopped shaking and feel better, I really hope it was aliens because dude that would be sweet but I’ll talk to my two-doctors-who-are-also-my-parents about it and see if I need to see an actual GP, sorry for wigging you out but I literally kinda felt like I was? dying? for a bit there. oops

Edit edit: sooo I might have had a seizure, going to see the doctor later today, whelp. Really sorry for scaring you but bloody hell I never want that again.

Coffee Date

Originally posted by jaesbum

Request: “Can you go a imagine for JB where he likes you but is really frustrated about it so he just randomly kisses you ? Thank you 😊 xx”

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1027

A/N: Honestly I fee like this was not exactly what the anon asked for so I’m thinking about doing another version of frustrated JB randomly kissing the reader, just tell me if you guys would be interested or not maybe with some other member idk

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The signs on Halloween
  • Aries: telling scary stories to little children
  • Taurus: trying to watch all the halloween movies in one night
  • Gemini: recreating halloween make-up tutorials which turn out perfectly
  • Cancer: baking halloween themed goods
  • Leo: going trick or treating with friends
  • Virgo: rereading harry potter by the fireplace
  • Libra: going to the best halloween parties in town
  • Scorpio: going on a ghost hunting spree
  • Sagittarius: visiting haunted houses and not getting scared once
  • Capricorn: carving pumpkins like a pro
  • Aquarius: haunting the streets, scaring people with fake blood
  • Pisces: winning every apple bobbing contest
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“I like to do things that glorify being alone. I buy a candle that smells pretty, turn down the lights, and make a playlist of low-key songs. If you don’t act like you’ve been hit by the plague when you’re alone on Friday night, and just see it as a chance to have fun by yourself, it’s not a bad day.”

ART TIP: Keep a balance between digital and traditional art

because there are things traditional art will teach you that digital art won’t, and the same goes the other way

i think i may have some form of synesthesia ? like i’ve always associated certain colors with some words/concepts, and i also personify some things (like numbers mostly) and see them as having personalities and relationships. I always thought it was just something weird I did to stay entertained in math class as a kid but it turns out other people do this too. i always thought that you had to physically see or feel the colors, and since i’ve always felt them i never considered that i could actually have it. idk i’ll be doing more research but just wanted to share ~

chapter 4.

Mayday || Jinyoung

Originally posted by jackseunie

Reader (you) x Jinyoung

Word Count: 1857

Warnings: violence and suggestive (please read at your own risk)

note: and we’re back!! sorry for the really bad writing hehe~ i really hope you guys like this chapter and yeah… idk what else to say tbh… happy reading and take care! -admin


At this moment, I had three options. Run away like nothing happened, call the police, or do something to save Jinyoung. After all, he did save me last night at the party. But if I called the police, I’m pretty sure they’ll arrest Jinyoung since he was a con artist. And I could just walk away and leave Jinyoung to deal with his own matter. But somehow, I felt a pull coming from him. My heart lurched towards him and I worried about his life. What was this feeling?

“Hey, noona!” I heard a familiar voice call from behind me. I slightly turned my head back to see Yugyeom and Jenny walking towards me. But I focused myself on Jinyoung.

“(Y/N), let’s go before they start creating a scene.” Jenny said as she tugged on my arm, glancing at Jinyoung and the man who held the gun. People stopped and stared at Jinyoung and the man, slightly in shock. It seemed like the man was going to pull the trigger at any moment and I didn’t want to see that.

“Let’s go.” Jenny emphasized her words and she began pulling my body away. But I resisted and fought my way out of Jenny’s grip. I already knew what I was about to do was going to be a bad idea. I know Jinyoung told me to walk away but I refused to let him die in front of me. He was a good man and I saw it in his eyes.

I could see the terror starting to form in Jenny’s eyes as I started to walk towards Jinyoung. My hands already curled up in a fist, ready to fight. I took boxing classes in the past to keep myself fit and in shape while I modelled. And I wasn’t going to let those skills go.

“(Y/N)!” I heard Jenny yell as I ran up to the two men wearing black. But I ignored her calls and walked up to my first target. He wasn’t holding a gun so I thought it’d be best to take him down first. And with that, I kicked the man from behind and strangled him until he was brought to the ground. From my side view, I saw Jinyoung shot up from the ground and fought with the other man holding the gun.

I pinned the man on the ground and straddled him to keep him in place. Raising my fist in the air, I gave the man below me a good punch in the face before I was forcefully dragged off of him by another man. A strong arm strangled my neck, blocking the air paths and causing me to gasp for air. I did everything I can by clawing the arm of this man and kicking my way out. But there was no way I could win since I was locked tightly around the neck.

I felt a cold metal being pressed against my head as the man stopped his movements and held me tightly by the neck, facing Jinyoung’s bruised body on the ground. Jinyoung looked up at me with fear in his eyes. A sound like a click of a gun being loaded filled up my ears as I remained in the arms of the enemy. My heart started to race and I started to panic.

“Beautiful lady you have here, Jinyoung.” The man who held the gun on my head snickered. “She’ll serve great use at our place later on tonight.”

“If you fucking touch her,” Jinyoung yelled, standing up from the ground at full rage, “I will make sure you will not see the daylight tomorrow morning.”

“We’ll let her go if you come with us.” The man said, his grip tighten around my neck. I was breathing heavily with tears starting to form in my eyes. Yes, I was scared for my life but I was also scared for Jinyoung’s life. Would it be selfish that I wanted Jinyoung to turn himself in?

“Let her go and we’ll negotiate.” Jinyoung stated, trying to calm himself down in this situation.

“Then I guess we’ll be taking her home tonight.” The man chuckled. I tried to fight back and wiggled around the man’s arm, trying to escape this madness. But the man’s grip was too strong. I looked around us, watching people take out their phones to record this scene. Why aren’t they calling the police? Wasn’t that what phones were made for?

“Let go of my girl and I’ll turn myself in, I promise.” Jinyoung said, his arms raised high in the air as he surrendered to the men. Soon, the cold metal from my head disappeared and the grip of the arm around my neck started to loosen up. I took a big gasp of air and fell to the ground, my vision starting to blur. At this point, I was starting to lose my conscious from the lack of air. The last thing I remembered was Jinyoung’s loud voice cursing and a sound of a gun going off before I blacked out.


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I woke up slowly, every thought in high definition. My eyes took in every aspect of the illuminated modern room and without a doubt I knew I’ve slept too long. I noticed that I was dressed in the soft fabric of a white button up shirt without any pants on. Suddenly, I sat up on the bed and tried to think of whereabouts I am. A house room that was fairly big and up to date with the modern style. Something a person who earned a lot of money could afford.

“Two days.” I heard a voice say. I turned my attention towards the door and came into eye contact with Jinyoung’s handsome face.

“That’s how long I was out for?” I croaked out, my throat suddenly starting to feel dry. Jinyoung nodded his head and came in, holding a glass of water, handing it to me as he sat down on the bed next to me. I took a big gulp of water and handed the glass back to him as I laid back down in bed.

“I told you to walk away. Why didn’t you lis-”

“I wanted to help you.” I interrupted him. “I couldn’t just let you die.”

“I had backup coming and I could’ve handled the situation myself. Helping me isn’t a good enough reason why you came and interfered with my business. So I’m going to ask you again, why didn’t you walk away?” Jinyoung asked as he looked at me straight in the eye. I bit my lips and started to think of an answer. Why did I help him? Was it because I couldn’t bare to see him helpless like that? Or was it because I caught feelings for him? I couldn’t tell him I had the urge to look after him and save him because I was worried for his life. It would sound like I’ve fallen in love with him.

“Because…” I started to say, opening my mouth to answer his question but I couldn’t bring myself to finish my sentence. It was a simple question I couldn’t answer because I was afraid that I would fall for him. And strangely enough, my heart started to race just the thought of being in love with him. What was this feeling?

Jinyoung chuckled under his breath as he watched me struggle to answer his question. He leaned down and brought his hand up to my face, brushing a strand of hair to the side. I looked up at him and examined his features. Sharp jawline, plump lips, and jet black hair swept to the side. He was like a prince but it was obvious that he was more of a bad boy then a gentleman. But somehow I felt attracted towards him.

“Tell me why you didn’t walk away.” Jinyoung demanded for an answer as his hand caressed my face, forcing me to look up at him.

“Because you’re a good man.” I breathed out as my cheeks started to rise in color. “I can see it in you but you’re just not showing it. You do all these things as a con artist. Scam people and trick people into believing you. But I know you can do better than that.”

Jinyoung looked at me in shock. It was like those words were never spoken to him by his mother or his friends. And I wasn’t lying when I told him he was a good man. He protected me from a creepy man at the party, told me to go away since he didn’t want to drag me into his mess, and stood up for himself. And when I think about his actions, it made my heart flutter. It was for all the protection of me and the people who he loved. And what have I done for him? Absolutely nothing but caused him trouble.

I propped myself up on bed and took Jinyoung’s shocked face. I ran my thumb over a faint bruise on his face and leaned in so that our lips were merely touching. I wanted to do something for him since he had saved me two times. Would kissing him be that something? Or at least it would show my appreciation.

But at this moment I didn’t even think that I would kiss him because he saved me. I wanted to kiss him because I had feelings for him, and I would admit to that. Even though I reminded myself to not fall for a bad boy, here I am, falling for one.

However, before I could sort out my feelings, he pulled me to him and covered my mouth with his in a hungry kiss. As our lips crushed together, I felt like I was walking on air. It was magic, the way Jinyoung’s lips connected with mine. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than I could have imagined and I opened my mouth with a low moan. Jinyoung took this opportunity to slip his tongue in my mouth while his hands pushed me back down on bed.

Breaking away from the hot kiss, Jinyoung hovered above me with full lust in his eyes and flashed me a smirk, “I’d have to admit you did look hot while fighting those men.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” I growled at him, pulling his face down to meet with my lips again. I could feel a smile forming on his face. He broke away again to take off his shirt, revealing the toned abs and beautiful body of his. I started to feel my cheeks rise in color as Jinyoung smirked at me, completely satisfied with my reaction. Soon, Jinyoung’s hands started to slowly unbutton my shirt, his hands caressing my breasts and massaging it slightly. I let out a soft moan and arched my back from the pleasure Jinyoung’s hands were giving me.

“Relax baby,” Jinyoung whispered in my ear as his hands made their way down my inner thighs, “Let me show you how thankful I am for your help.”

Honestly, one of the things that I hate most is having to see things like “ENGLISH PLEASE I DON’T UNDERSTAND :(” or “I don’t know what you’re saying but I agree” or “HAHAHAHAHAHA” or “COME TO____” whenever members of bts (or any kpop group for that matter) posts something in Korean.

I remember when Yoongi fell ill and couldn’t perform at the HYYH concert in Kobe. Shortly afterwards, he tweeted a long sequence of messages about how he couldn’t sleep because he felt so guilty, how he used his vacation time to try to experience what the fans felt on that day, and how sorry he was to armys.   Half of the responses were things like “eng pls idk what you’re saying” and it’s just??? Do you think he has a google translate app installed in his brain or something??? It doesn’t work like that?? How can you expect someone to be able to talk about their emotions, their guilt and most suffocating thoughts in a language that they don’t even know how to speak in? It’s so unbelievably rude of you to be so lazy as to not even take the time to idk search for translations before putting your fingers on the keyboard. Yoongi was talking about something that had burdened him for a long time and was opening up to us and you just ignored it completely. Like okay, how would you feel if, say, you were going on a tangent about your stress and how hard your week was and I just barged in and yelled “KOREAN PLEASE I DON’T KNOW ENGLISH” ????? Would you be able to convey your same exact thoughts, your same exact spectrum of feelings in Korean? No, right? You’re too lazy to even attempt to look for translations, so how can I expect you to know Korean. And me just barging in on you, asking for something as unreasonable as speaking in a language you don’t know how to speak puts you in a bad mood right? It makes you feel dumb and frustrated right? How about if I were to barge in and just say “HAHAHAHAHA WHAT A FUNNY JOKE” It makes you angry, right? How I just completely ignored you talking about how stressed you were?

So stop doing the same thing to idols.

It’s honestly not that hard to wait for translations to come out before you say anything. 

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Bump In The Road

Before my old account got deleted, I used to follow @geminioriginalsimagines, and honestly I just love her blog so much, and she likes Chris Wood as much as I do, so I wrote this for her. You guys should follow her and read her imagines, they’re amazing x btw, I just love writing angst so much ugh idk why


The moment you felt sick after eating your favorite yogurt, you knew something was up. You checked the expiration date on the yogurt and the berries you added into it, both were fine.

You sat on the toilet, anxiously waiting fro the results from the home pregnancy test. You nearly died from happiness when all 5 of the test came back positive.

You were so excited! After countless of tries, and dozens of doctors saying you couldn’t have a baby, you and Jake were finally gonna get the little family you both wanted. 

You’d spent the day dancing by yourself and eating tons of chocolate. You decided you were going to tell Jake during dinner. You made baby back ribs, baby corn on the cob and put red wine into tiny wine glasses. It was perfect.

When the table was set, kitchen was cleaned and lights were dimmed, you took a shower and slipped on the little white sun dress Jake adored so much. 

You heard the door slam shut, indicating that Jake was finally home from work. You padded your way through the house and smiled when you saw your handsome boyfriend hanging his bullet proof vest on the coat rack. “Hi baby!” You smiled brightly, throwing your arms around Jake’s broad shoulders.

“Hi.” He grumbled, not returning your hug. You ignored his strange behavior, assuming it must’ve been the result of a stressful day at work. 

“I have some news.” You grinned, leading him to the table.

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded your head, biting your lip as you took a seat. Jake glanced at the table, raising an eyebrow. “I have news too.” He sighed heavily.

“So..” You both said, glancing at each other. 

“You first.I’ll save the best for last.” You grinned.

“Are you sure?” Jake looked guilty. You simply nodded, smiling so big that your cheeks began to ache.

“Look. I…um… I’ve been really stressed and  overwhelmed lately, from my job, and our relationship. I just… I need a break, Y/N. It’s not you. It’s me.” Jake said, avoiding your eyes. 

“Oh.” You breathed, your eyes tearing up. “Okay. That’s okay.  Take your time, I and I’ll get my things tomorrow morning.” You said, standing from the table. 

“Y/N I-”

“No. It’s fine Jake, it’s okay.” You offered a sad smile, turning to leave. 

“Y/N! Wait!” He called, but you ignored his pleas. 

Jake sighed and ran his fingers through his already messy hair. He looked down, thinking about all the hard work you must’ve put into this dinner. His eyes scanned the tabled, feeling more guilty with each second that went by.

Only then did Jake Riley see the tiny white stick with a pink plus sign in the middle.

Say You Love Me

read it on ao3:  here

by jamesp0tter 

“What did he do, Lily?” Remus asked, his voice still tinged with laughter.

She bit her lip in hesitance - she could easily make something up that he had done, but decided against it. Godric, what didn’t James do? Lily felt like telling them how he runs his hands through his hair every two seconds and messes it up even more than it already was, and how pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the knuckle of his index finger where he wears his family ring, and how he chews his quills and licks his lips afterwards and he talks with his hands when he’s explaining something and how they shouldn’t even get her started on how he rolls his jumper to his elbows or what his shoulders look like in his Quidditch jersey or how he lets his tie hang off his neck. But instead she dropped into the chair closest to her saying simply, “I hate him.”

@snapslikethis ty so much for offering to read hehe :) 

Auston Matthews - Winter fun with a dash of love.

1. Can you do a cute winter one with Auston :) Thank you!!

2. Can you do an Auston Matthews imagine, something along the lines of you guys being best friends and having feelings but can’t admit them. And he gets jealous or something cute idk I need more Auston in my life 😂

As long as you can remember you and Auston always had this thing you did when it snowed at night. You use to tell Auston about how much you loved when the snow fell at  night. 

The way the sky turned a rust color and everything just felt peaceful. The town became so soundless and twinkled. It was like every fear or worry you had seem to wipe away. 

So one night Auston came to your apartment telling you to get dress and took you to any empty lot were you two laid out on the snow watching the night sky shower you in snow flacks. Then when you got to cold, you were climb in Auston’s car and drink a hot tea, coffee, or cocoa. 

That’s how you two ended up in the snow on a Monday night. Although this night felt different. 

“Aus, can I ask you something?” You asked looking up to Auston. He was laying on his back and you were laying half on his chest and half in the snow. Your favorite place to lay. You always had more feeling for Auston then just best friends, but was too scared to tell him. 

“Sure.” He said looking down at your face and smiled. God he loved looking at you. You often caught him staring at you, then both of your faces would turn a bright red color. 

“Do you believe in soulmates?” You asked looking up at the sky. 

“I do, but I don’t believe that it’s some random stranger you just met and BAM your in love. I feel it’s someone you know. Someone who loves you for you, even all your flaws. Someone you could see yourself with getting old and sitting on the pouch and yelling at each other but then giggling. I think you find your soulmate when all you can do is think of them during a big life plan or someone you know can hold all your secrets.” Auston finished. 

“Do you thank we can be in love with someone without them knowing?” You asked once more, this time you kept your eyes right on Auston. 

“Yes.” He said you watched as he faced changed. It went from relaxed to upset within minutes. His eyes were up to the sky. 

“Auston…look at me.”  You said feeling brave. 

Auston looked down at you and you watched as he face softened and lit up. You two laid there just looking at each other until you attached your lips to his. Auston sat up and placed you on his lap never braking the kiss. His hands in your hair and your hands of his face and back of the neck. 

After some time Auston pulled away, both your lips red. His hands still in your hair. 

“I have waited years to do that.” He smiled. 

“So have I.” You said. Your eyes still one each other. 

“Come on lets go home. It’s getting cold.” Auston said standing up and helping you up. “What’s with the frown?” Auston laughed. 

“I don’t want to go home.” 

“I never said which home.” He smirked. 

-Julianne 

Originally posted by werenskiz