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{PART 17} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; As Taehyung finally reveals his creation to you - you find yourself sharing soft, tender and heartfelt moments with both him and Jimin; before being reunited with Jungkook - The Prince and Princess of the Ball.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 16} {Part 17} {Part 18}

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Plagiarized fics - asking for help from the 1D fandom

Hi everyone! I’m poking my head in your door from the Haikyuu fandom to ask you guys for help. I have spoken to quite a few people in the One Direction fandom thus far and I have been overwhelmed by their kindness, support, and how fast everyone I talked to acted to help me and my friend get this sorted out.

It came to my and my best friend ellessey-writes’s attention (confusing names, sorry! I’m Esselle) this morning that many of our fics had been stolen by the Tumblr/AO3 user Fruxoo, who has since deleted her accounts.

Here are two screenshots of Fruxoo’s fics, posted in April. The first is a direct copy of my story Hunger, completed last June 2016. The second is the summary from Ellie’s story Tea and Sympathy, posted January of this year. The entire text of every fic Fruxoo stole has been copied almost exactly word for word from our fics, changing only the names and other relevant character info.

I messaged her privately and asked that she post an explanation on Tumblr, as well as replace the text of her stolen works with links to our respective stories, in order to notify any readers who enjoyed these works. Unfortunately, she didn’t respond. Now that she has taken everything down, that’s no longer possible.

It would mean the world to Ellie and I if people would help spread the word about what happened. Last year, between the two of us, we wrote 626,000 words. We poured all our energy and love (and time!) into these stories, and to have someone copy them word for word, lie to people who were kind enough to comment or send asks as if they had thought up the ideas on their own, and interact with other people in the 1D fandom based off of love for OUR writing, is devastating to us both. This was going on for at least 2.5 months.

Besides the two stories listed above, we know As Long As You’re Smiling was actually copied from ellessey-writes​​‘s fic The Chronicles of the Virgin Asahi. We think this is the first fic they grabbed, due to the note on the summary. Here is a masterpost of all Ellie’s works from last year, and a link to her AO3.

They also took my incubus story Dreamless and reposted it as Lilin. This fic was posted as a part of a collab for my close friend’s artwork. reallycorking​​ drew this (VERY NSFW) art as part of a 30 day challenge, and the two of us worked together for a full month on Dreamless. Here is my fic masterpost for last year, and a link to my AO3.

I wanted to share links to the rest of our work because we don’t know how many stories she stole (it seemed like there were around 10 in total). We didn’t even have time to make a note of everything before she removed her accounts. So we don’t know what people read and might want to re-find (if there’s any interest cross-fandom).

Again, the One Direction fandom has been so incredibly supportive (Gina, Ange, phd-mama, Emmi, Lisa and everyone who was so helpful and understanding). Ellie and I started off the morning crushed, and now I have comments in my inbox on the fics that were stolen, and asks on Tumblr showing support, and it’s nearly brought me to tears. Thank you all so much. If anyone who sees this would be kind enough to get the word out there in any way (reblogs, just telling your friends who’ve read these stories, anything!!), we’d be incredibly grateful.

THANK YOU, to everyone who takes the time to read this.

Awarded*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Chris and Reader attend the Academy Awards together as a couple. At the Oscars after party, Chris surprisingly wants to leave sooner because he wants to have some quality time alone with his girlfriend. - Worst summary ever written, sorry!
Words Count: 2.9k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT - 18+
Warnings: Smutty gifs, dirty talking, slight Dom!Chris, lots of hickeys or love bites, oral sex (both receiving - 69), fingering, hair pulling, slight spanking, multiple orgasms and rough unprotected sex. [It wouldn’t be a shock if you wrapped your cock!]
Author’s Note: It can be read as a continuation of Halftime Show*.  Also, the “baby girl” pet name is mentioned, but it’s not linked to a Daddy kink in this fic.

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Originally posted by kamala-khan

The Oscars, the greatest, most prestigious and most glamorous ceremony of all, gathered actors, directors, producers, costume designers and every hidden worker in the cinematographic industry for a moment of celebration of their art. Like every year since the ceremony that had awarded Cate Blanchett or Daniel Day Lewis, you stood by Chris’ sides and attended the shows with him for a moment of joy, creating happy memories.

This year’s ceremony - which weren’t such a catastrophe - nothing changed between the dozens of photographers yelling out your boyfriend’s name, to the many laughs thanks to the host and the dinner held by the Academy, it was a blast and there you were enjoying the after party with Chris and some of his friends.

Even if you weren’t working in this environment quite tough, you were always enchanted to meet more people working behind the scenes of a movie that worked so well. The Vanity Fair Oscar parties represented moments of different encounters, sometimes either awkward or very interesting, but what you enjoyed most was having Chris next to you and telling you how much you looked gorgeous, wanting to introduce you to everyone he knew there.

Standing next to the bar with him in your sophisticated gown, your red lipstick outrageously showed off as you carried a flute of champagne close to your mouth and you noticed the way his beautiful blue eyes lingered on your lips and how his eyebrow raised so lustfully each time, your body would brush past him. The late evening consisted of quite sexy exchanged glances, stealing kisses and soft skin contacts that drove him crazy the whole time.

As you shared a conversation with him through the unbearably erotic and debauched jazz music playing in the background, the sexual tension and frustration between you could be seen as thick smoke from miles around. His body language told how much he only wanted to take you, pinning you down and make you forget your name until you would quiver and scream your bliss beneath him.

“Honey, are you even listening to me?” You chuckled; laying a hand on Chris’ arm and his eyes followed every detail of your skin, the way your white teeth brightened even more with your red lipstick as a smile graced your lips. “You know, it’s rude to stare at people… even when you love them.”

“Sorry, what did you say? I was too busy mentally undressing you,” your boyfriend winked slowly, a hand finding his pocket and you gulped, as you secured a lock of your hair behind your ear and he smirked, swallowing some more of his pale ale alcohol liquid.

“You might want to see what happens to be under this gown. Trust me.” Voice deep and sensual, you played along his seductive game and held the flute of champagne inches away from your lips. Chris arched an eyebrow, his palm reaching for the small of your back and his lips fanned to your ear, making you swoon already.

“Maybe I’ll find out sooner than you think,” he murmured a promise so huskily, offering his special smug smile he only used behind closed doors and your decision was made as his lips grazed behind your earlobe discreetly.

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anonymous asked:

"Why are you crying?" Four word prompt.

i really wanted to write a little something about sign of the times so this is what i came up with!! hope you guys like it xx

masterlist

“I can’t believe you’re making me wait like everyone else.” I grumbled, sitting in our bed with my laptop open to the BBC Radio 1 page. It was about 7:50 AM on April 7th. Harry was still lying in bed next to me, watching me with an amused smile on his face, his hand cradling his cheek.

“S’only fair as my biggest fan that you don’t get special treatment.”

“Or,” I was picking at my lips absentmindedly, still scrolling through the website, trying to find the right page, “You just like seeing me surprised and freaking out.”

Harry gently pushed my hand away from my face to stop me from picking at my lips, a habit he was always scolding me for.

“I would never be so cruel.” He said, but he was smiling at me.

“Aren’t you freaking out? This is the world premiere of your first single as a solo artist.”

He shrugged, “A little… Mostly excited though.”

I grinned and pinched his cheek, “I’m really proud of you, bub.”

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More Words on Art Theft

I don’t know how many times I’ve said this, but please.

Stop. reposting. art. 😢

Many of you do this without malicious intent and even think you’re doing us a favor. I understand. You want to share things with the world. But like writing papers, you either need to have permission from the original artist OR you need to cite them (give them credit). Sometimes, an artist will allow either/or. Others, like myself, do not allow art reposted at all, credited or not. Only a certain few have permission and with specific pieces only. Here’s a definition for what art reposts are:

“Saving an image/art into your hard drive/computer/phone as a separate file and then proceeding to upload that file onto your profile(s).”

I’ll be honest. I’m tired. A lot of us are. Artists are constantly facing a battle with art theft and more than half the time, they lose by giving up or they stop making art entirely. I’ve since gotten into a habit of reporting whenever I’m alerted but I have no time to go hunting down for art reposts. Most recently, I experienced a case of an art reposter deliberately hiding their actions behind a private account, which brings me to this post.

First of all, to those who I’ve already reported from, please understand, I am not angry, nor do I hate any of you. I’m simply disappointed and while you may not care how I feel, you have to realize that what you’re doing is technically illegal and against the Terms and Regulations of the websites you re-upload art in. I just want you all to learn/realize that.

And I’m saying this now. It doesn’t matter if you’re using a public or private account. 

I have actually experienced a few occasions where a private account follows me and I notice that they appear to be fan-accounts. I’ve tried to ignore those. However, with this most recent issue, I attempted to follow back one of my followers, mostly out of curiosity (and a bit of suspicion). Long story short, I was rejected. In the end I found out that that they had over a thousand posts, majority of which were art reposts, a few from mine, many others from friends and other artists. But based on how I was rejected by the user, it’s clear they did not want me to see any of that (nor do I believe they would allow other original artists to see their account either). 

I won’t divulge how I found out or who I’m talking about in confidentiality.

So with that, I’m telling you straight. Just because you’re on a private account does not mean you’re safe from getting caught. 

I don’t try to single out anyone regarding this issue. Like I said, I don’t go hunting. So if you find yourself getting reported then, you probably just lucked out, I suppose. At least when it comes to my pieces.

 When I report something, it’s simply because I’m a copyright holder and I need to protect my work. I don’t do it out of spite. If anything, I do it to teach. I’d rather see an account change their ways than have their entire Instagram/Youtube account taken down because of multiple copyright violations. 

So if you’re one of these people, please, I implore you to take down any artwork that you know is not supposed to be there (i.e the artists do not want their work reposted/You do not have permission to re-upload their work). 

Here’s one way to think about this: Artists take time to make their artwork and post it online. You would take *less* time putting an image through a search engine to find the original source of the picture. Just saying! ^^ 

You. Are. Better. Than. This.

Now, if you have any grievances or comments (say, you’re one of the people I reported from or you’re guilty of reposting art), you may message me on Tumblr. I am opening the floor.

TL;DR: STOP. RE-UPLOADING OR REPOSTING. ART. 

Sick of Losing Soulmates

Jughead x Reader 

You and have Jughead have been dating for a while when suddenly he becomes distant, and you discover it’s for more than one reason. This takes place around the time Jughead is living under the stairs. Based on the song by Dodie Clark

Warnings: so many emotions

Word count: 1,980

A/N: I really like building fics off of songs, so I might continue to do it. I wanted this one to be a bit more realistic, so it kind of follows the events of 1 x 07, just with the reader added in. I really tried to make it match the feeling of the song. I wouldn’t say no to any Jughead requests, just send me an ask!


what a strange being you are

god knows where i would be

if you hadn’t found me 

sitting all alone in the dark

You were always the girl that was early, always the girl waiting for her friends to arrive so you could walk with them in the hallways. Archie, Veronica, Betty, and your boyfriend Jughead were your core group of friends. In fact, they seemed to be your only friends.  

It was approaching your one year anniversary with Jughead, actually, and it’s taken you by surprise because time seems to pass faster here, especially with a boy you’ve only fallen deeper in love with every single day. It’s been almost one whole year since you moved to Riverdale and became absolutely smitten with the boy in the beanie. It only took him a week to ask you out, though, going from an enigma to your boyfriend in the span of a few days. 

It was a fairy tale come to life, at least that’s what it seemed like to you. The dark brooding boy soon opened up to you about everything, and you did the same, forming a relationship built on trust. There were late night movies, walks down the river, sly glances and touches when with the group, cute nicknames, and wearing his beanie whenever you weren’t in public. Everyone knew you guys as a couple, “(Y/N) and Jughead against the world” they would say. 

That all seemed to come to a crashing halt about about a month ago. You had noticed him becoming distant, drawing away from you at Pop’s and declining plans to hang out. It was like you barely existed in his world anymore, he seemed to take more of an interest in solving the murder now a days, and you didn’t seem to understand why. In turn, because you haven’t spoken that much you haven’t had the chance to tell him your parents were getting a divorce, and that you and your baby brother were going to live in separate households.

The day before your one year anniversary you walk into school promptly an hour before everyone else. You were always the girl that was early, always the girl that was waiting. 

It was peaceful, in a sense. No one roaming the halls to crash into, the classrooms looking like ghost towns as you pass each one making your way to the stairwell at the end of the hall. You haven’t taken this path in a long time, and you’ve nearly forgotten what this intersection is like when it’s not packed with students. 

You stop to glance into one of the rooms when there’s a sudden creak of hinges behind you. You turn around to see no one else but Jughead, hair tangled and old worn clothes on. He had a towel in his hand along with a toothbrush and toothpaste.

“Jug? What are you doing here?” you ask, trying to piece together the puzzle right before your eyes. In this moment your boyfriend seemed to transform right back into that enigma he had been when you first met. 

“Making use of the schools state-of-the-art-facilities…” he replies unconvincingly, unable to make eye contact. 

“Jug…” you make your way towards him, and he doesn’t object when you move him aside. He was living like Harry Potter, a boy under the staircase. There was a make shift cot with some of his shirts and his backpack, only the bare essentials. 

“Have you been living here?” you ask. The question wasn’t accusatory, but filled with hurt that your boyfriend hadn’t felt like he could come to you about this. He knew that both of your parents loved him, he knew they would take him in, so why hadn’t he talked to you about it?

“Please don’t tell anyone, (Y/N), please.” he pleads, pulling you out of the closet gently by the arm, looking into your eyes. 

“Tell? I wouldn’t tell, Jug.” I assure him, pulling him into a hug. He wraps his arms around me and for some reason I feel as if he needs this moment more than me. I pull away and look him in the eyes, “but why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, daring him to tell me something wasn’t going on.

“It’s not your burden to bare.” he says, “walk me to the showers?” 

“Jug, you’re my boyfriend, you could have stayed with me.” I tell him, saying the words we both knew out loud.

He takes my hand and begins pulling me down the hallway towards the boys locker rooms in the gym. 

“And that’s the exact reason I didn’t tell you.” he says, “I don’t want you to feel responsible for me.” 

You reach the showers and lean in to give him a light peck on the lips before he disappears inside. You realize that if you hadn’t shown up to school early, or been by the staircase, you never would have found out. Jughead wouldn’t have told you. 

While he’s in the shower, you wander back down the hall to the closet under the stairs. You open and close the door, letting the darkness fall around you as you sit on his mattress. 

It’s only when you feel the dampness on your cheeks that you realize you’ve started crying. You grab a hold of one of his sweatshirts and pull it close, crumpling it in your arms to get the most of his scent. You haven’t realized how much you’ve missed his scent, missed him telling you everything, no matter how bad it was.

The door opens sooner than expected and Jughead is staring down at you, now in his jeans and t-shirt.

“I’m going to need that back.” he says with a small smirk, not noticing your tear stained cheeks. You try to avoid sniffling, but whatever made you start to cry hasn’t let you stop.

He ruffles his hair in the makeshift mirror before finally taking notice, and as soon as he does his arms are around you, holding you close. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close. Your head rests on his chest as he draws circles with his thumb on your arm. 

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones the third,” you scold, looking up at him. All of your resolve melts as you see him looking back at you, “I’ve missed you.” you whisper.

“I’ve missed you too, princess.” he says. He holds you there until the school bell rings.

what the hell would i be without you?

brave face talk so lightly, hide the truth

“Call my dad.” he says as he passes you, Archie and Betty in the hallway later that day. 

“Of course.” you and Betty respond at the same time.

You and your friends make their way down to the station not soon after. You’ve tried his dad’s cell at least half a dozen times, and his home phone is going straight to voicemail. You’re the first one into see Jug when you get there.

“I didn’t do it, you have to believe me.” he says as soon as you walk in. His hands are clasped tightly together on the desk. His voice is rigid yet calm, and you can tell that he’s doing everything he can to maintain his composure. 

“Of course I believe you, Jug. All the evidence they have is circumstantial.” you say, reaching your hands out to grasp his. You can see the release of tension almost immediately on contact. He lets out a sigh and looks up at you with lost eyes.

“Is my dad here yet?” he asks. He seems desperate, grasping at the idea that his father may have actually showed up for once. If there was one thing that hadn’t changed in the past month, it was how Jug’s father was absolute shit at being a dad. 

“Archie’s dad is here with him, so is Betty.” you break the news, intertwining your fingers with his. He looks down and nods, not saying anything. 

Not soon after, Jughead is released, thanks to Archie’s dad. You walk out of the station hand in hand with him, when you see his father walking up towards you.

In a blink of an eye Jughead has released your hand and is facing off with his father. “He’s my son-” you hear among the chaos, “let me give them a piece of my mind-” You have to take a deep breath and refrain yourself from telling off his dad in front of everyone. Everything stops as Jughead looks his father dead in the eyes, and then back to you. You stand next to him, intertwining your fingers with his. Jug pulls you away before anything else can be said, leading you towards your house.

He doesn’t say a word all the way there, but you can feel his hand shaking in yours, his other hand going to his eyes every few minutes to wipe away what you could only expect were tears. 

“Jug-” you begin, but he stops you with a kiss. It was soft and gentle, with all of the emotion he had been holding in for the past month suddenly placed upon your lips. You let the moment pass in silence, and when he releases your lips you notice his eyes have become red and slightly puffy.

You envelope him in a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close, his head tucked into the crook of your neck. He’s shaking against you, so you just hold him. You would hold him until the world ends, even if it was falling apart around you. 

You silently pull him inside, walking up the stairs to your bedroom.

You lay down next to each other, falling into position as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Your head on his chest, his hands on your back drawing the circles you love so much. His eyes aren’t as red anymore. You look up to him and give him a small peck on the lips. 

“Don’t leave me.” he whispers against your lips.

“Why would I ever do that?” you ask, smiling softly.

“Because I’ve been lying to you this entire time.” he says, holding you so tight because he feels that if he lets go he might lose you forever. 

“I don’t care, Jug. You’re here now, and I’m not going anywhere.” you tell him, reassuring that you aren’t planning on moving any time soon.

i can finally see you’re as fucked up as me

so how do we win?

Jughead spent the night into your one year anniversary. You couldn’t send him back to the school, and he certainly didn’t seem in a rush to get back to the house. You hadn’t realized how deep his demons had gotten in the past month, and now that you had you weren’t going to let them get any deeper.

“Where were your parents last night?” he asks as you lay there in the morning, a bundle of limbs and the clothes from the night before. His beanie next to him on the pillow, his hair out and wild. His hair without his beanie was so much better, you decided. 

“I guess we both haven’t told each other things.” you admit, “they’re getting a divorce. It’s been pretty bad.” you snuggle in closer, trying to block out the rest of the world.

“Now why didn’t you tell me?” he asks.

“Don’t quote me back to me,” you chuckle, “you seemed pre-occupied, with the murder and everything. Your novel.”

“(Y/N),” he says, shifting the position so that you’re looking in his eyes, “Nothing could ever be more important than you. Ever. From here on out. I promise.” he says firmly, gripping you tight. 

“I promise, Jug.” You repeated, placing a kiss on his lips, cementing that promise for not only your first year, but many years to come. 

People Can Change

Summary: Y/N is a nerd about to graduate from high school. Dean is her best friend’s older brother who is always with Sam. Together the two of them fight like cats and dogs, but is it hatred causing it or is it love?

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Bobby Singer, Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Chubby!Reader, Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore

Warnings: NSFW, smut, self doubt about weight, language

Word Count: 4,687

Request: Do you think you could write me a fanfic where its Dean x Reader but they’re both in high school and the reader is this adorable chubby lil nerd and Dean is a bad boy who used to tease her but they both really like each other and it ends up in smut of fluff please and thank you! Love the writing and keep doing’ you!- Anonymous

A/N: This is my submission for @dancingalone21 Lau’s AU Funny Quote Challenge. My quote was “I say we get drunk and shoot crap.” I hope y’all enjoy I loved writing this because I’m a chubby nerd like the reader. Feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by life-of-a-plaidchester

The bell for the end of the day chimed, and all of your classmates started packing their things up. Mr Singer, your teacher yelled out to everyone that they needed to bring their homework in on Monday or they’d receive no credit. As everyone else rushed to get out of the class, you took your time packing your things up before walking to the from of the class.

“Mr. Singer, here’s my homework.” He looked up at you with a smile on his face as he took it from you. “I just figured I would give it to you now.”

“My star pupil, thank Y/N I’ll be sure to get this graded and back to you by Monday.”

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Heart.Beat (Reader x  Lúcio Correia dos Santos)

A/N: Lúcio tho. Happy Valentine’s.

Originally posted by chunli

Okay. You could do this. You gave yourself a little pep talk as you rounded the corner with the little package in hand. Easy. Even if you just shoved it into his hands and ran it’d be fine because then at least you gave your present to him and it’d be fine.

“Hey Lúcio—” You started as you saw the DJ, but—

“Heya!” He greeted you with his brilliant smile and waved you over, but there was a problem because Hana and Zenyatta were with him. “Come join us! Hana and I were just about to show Zenyatta the new Mario Kart.” There was a mischievous glint in Lúcio’s eyes; the same look was reflected in Hana’s expression. Zenyatta seemed oblivious as ever and you wondered if the omnic knew what he was getting into.

“A-Ahaha…” You laughed nervously and quickly hid the present behind you back. “No, that’s okay. Sorry for interrupting!” Dammit. You very slowly backed away, ignoring the trio’s curious looks and quickly dashed away.

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Miraculous Ladybug multi-collab for ML artists!!

Okay, I recently thought of this neat idea to make a multi-collab with any ML artists.. but what for? Do you remember how in the opening they have all of the characters stacked up on one another? Here is a reference down below..

I want to recreate that but on one large page with a whole bunch of artists! ALSO VERY IMPORTANT!! I would like to mention that while discussing this with a couple of peeps we are not doing them in their civilian forms, but in their akumatized/superhero forms! (this does NOT include the new spoiler versions, only Ladybug are Chat Noir are superheros in this)

I figure that if any artists are interested in participating, PM me here on tumblr and tell me what character you want to do. If there is more than one person who wants to do a character, then the one who asks first gets the slot! Any artist can do this as long as they are fairly recent on here (still running as of the start of this year) and they message me that they want to do it along with the characters left they want to do! There is no specific date quite yet but I figure the due date will be around late may ;D

Here is the list of 25 + 3 other akuma that states which characters (in order of pic from left to right, bottom to top) are taken or still open! I will update this every so often so keep in check if you’re interested:

  1. Ladybug - taken by me, @themasquedfox
  2. Lady Wifi - taken by @megatraven
  3. Puppeteer - taken by @becksyart or @beckyehhh
  4. Vanisher - taken by @thelastpilot 
  5. Chat Noir - taken by @australet789
  6. The Bubbler - taken by @larvesta
  7. Antibug - taken by @alazic02
  8. Princess Fragrance - taken by @anipwrites or @anip-art
  9. Reflecta - taken by @artgraveyard
  10. Dark Cupid - taken by @krissysally
  11. Horrificator - taken by @faoghart
  12. Gamer - taken by @evieoftheisle
  13. Timebreaker - taken by @stellalights
  14. Stormy Weather - taken by @kawasakies
  15. Stoneheart - taken by @cupcakeismynamebitchez
  16. Evillustrator - taken by @minis-art 
  17. Rogercop - taken by @foxyclocks
  18. Pixelator - taken by @sadrien
  19. Darkblade - taken by @dracoskullart
  20. Simon Says - taken by @thewonderfulwizardofass
  21. Guitar Villain - taken by @nalciel
  22. The Mime - taken by @art-esque
  23. Copycat - taken by @mocchidochi
  24. The Pharaoh - taken by @whydocowsfall
  25. Mr. Pigeon - taken by @baneismydragon
  26. Volpina (added slot) - taken by @akiwitch or @akidoodles
  27. Kung Food (added slot) - taken by @orbeck
  28. Animan (added slot) - taken by @dragonontheside

I tried to make this as organized as I could! As you can see there are 0 slots left!

Here are some general questions asked concerning this collab:

  • Do we have to use the same poses as the civilians do? Not at all, but it would definitely be preferred! If you do change it up, try to keep it simple. Please talk to me about it with some sample sketches for your idea if you do decide to do so (especially for the ones with characters together like alya/marinette and adrien/nino– see to me about it if you have these characters)
  • Can we do traditional art? Yes! You can do either traditional or digital!
  • If I am doing my piece traditional, how would I enter it in for the collab? Now I haven’t messed around with traditional art yet, but I’m pretty sure you can scan it in and place it as a transparent png. file, then send it to me! I hear Camscanner is also a pretty good scanner for that sort of thing.
  • What about the image type? In order for it piece to be accepted and assembled into the final pic, you must have your final piece a transparent png. file, that way it is easier to put on the canvas!
  • What is the due date to send it in the pieces? I haven’t settled on a certain date yet, but I’m thinking late may! I can only hope everyone gets it done earlier ^^;

Let me warn you that there may be some parts of your artwork covered up by others artwork based on the MLB opening character stack, so here is what I will say for you to do– I want you to post your piece of the collab on your blog and tag me in it so that I can provide a link to each individual piece from the full final collaboration that I am posting here. Please only watermark your artwork on your piece that you post on you blog and not the one you send me!

Thanks for checking this out and I hope you all have a wonderful day! I’m sure it will look lovely when it’s done <3 Message me if your interested and tell me what character you would like to do and feel free to ask me questions in the ask box too or through a PM! I look really forward to it!!

Quick shoutout to @the-bored-bookworm for helping me put this idea together! I seriously appreciate it!! OvO

[I will update and edit this often]

*The Letter* Newt x reader

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Newt x reader. Readers estranged parents find out that not only did she marry Newt but has had children with him. Once they find out that he’s now a famous author and your his illustrator they want part of his wealth

Hope you enjoy!! I really liked this idea! It’s rather long.. sorry not sorry. 

“Mommy, look!” Your five year old daughter, Ava, came running up to you while holding her favorite little Bowtruckle, Fern. She had pieced together a nice little hat for the creature wear and was extremely proud to present it to you. Giggling, you knelt down to get a closer look.

“And what will Daddy think when he see’s you’ve made another hat for Fern?” You smiled and tickled Ava, who gave out an enthusiastic laugh. 

“What’s all this laughing I hear?” Newt entered the room and looked down to see Ava holding Fern. “Making hats for the Bowtruckles again I see?” He smiled and knelt down to meet her eye level.

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The Art of Loneliness | 03

Originally posted by bunnysenpa1

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi

Word Count: 4.7k

Genre/Warnings: Angst, Torture

○ Series: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

Description: In the world there are two types of people, them and Carriers. You’re a Carrier, one of the people that have been selected the bear the sadness of the world. You thought that was how you would live and die–at least you did, before you met Suga. 


               You woke up to the feeling of the sun on your skin, an unwelcomed light that had woken you ever morning for the past three weeks. Every day that you woke up was another day that you were alive, and it was one of the worst possible things to realize.

               You sat up, pushing the warmth of the blanket away from you as you snapped yourself awake, forcing yourself out of the comfort of the bed and to the harshness of the cold floor. Every morning you rose with the same dread in your stomach, so powerful that it made it hard for you to eat or drink.

               You’re safe.

               But Suga isn’t.

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Your Move

Requested: Could I request a Kyungsoo scenario where he gets jealous that you’re so close with the members with fluff please? :)  ~ HELL YEAH. 

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader 

Rating: PG-13 with a lot of suggestive stuff *coughs* 

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Originally posted by katherine8595

“You have to stretch,” Chanyeol says in your ear. “C’mon, just a little farther.”

“It’s all about flexibility,” Yixing adds from your other side. “You have to be flexible to make something beautiful with us, Y/N.”

“Guys,” you groan, struggling to do as they say. Finally, it’s too much and you slam your palms against the piano keys in defeat, wincing at the jarring sound. “It’s impossible. I just can’t reach all the keys at once – my hands are too small. I don’t know how people do this.”

You’re sitting on the bench of the grand piano in the EXO dorm room with Yixing and Chanyeol on either side of you, and the three of you are trying to write a song together for Junmyeon’s birthday. Only, two years of piano lessons in grade school really isn’t a huge help to you right now, especially since you’re not much bigger than you were as a kid. All that’s changed is your face has gotten more angular and your body has filled out, to your relief. But you still have child hands. And it sucks.

Baekhyun and Sehun are there too, sprawled on the couch and blowing up balloons in the middle of goofing around. Kyungsoo is sitting on the loveseat and flipping through a Martha Stewart magazine (you’d bought it for him as a joke but he’d accepted the gift seriously), trying to find the perfect birthday cake recipe. Early afternoon sunlight is pouring through the glass doors of the living room, the television is on and serving as peaceful background noise, and you’re surrounded by your closest friends. You’re distracted briefly from your frustration by this happy realization, and you smile to yourself. How lucky you are to have been blessed with them in your life.

“Your hands aren’t that small,” Chanyeol nudges your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts.

You scowl. “Oh yeah? Hold up yours.” Biting his lip, he does and you place your palm against his. The tips of your fingers just barely reach his knuckles. “You were saying, Yeol?” The three of you laugh, and Chanyeol laces his fingers with yours, placing your twined hands against his chest.

“Maybe I’ll just teach you the drums,” he chuckles and you sigh wryly. That’s when you feel something – the intangible sensation of someone watching you – and you look over to find Kyungsoo’s eyes on you. Specifically, on your hand in Chanyeol’s. For some reason, you feel the need to pull your hand back, but Kyungsoo quickly looks away before you can move.

“Why don’t I take a break?” you turn back to Yixing and Chanyeol. “You guys keep working. You’ll probably make actual progress without my non-musical ass in the way.”

“What ass?” Sehun calls from the other side of the room. “The only one with an ass here is me, proud founder of the Sebooty, established 1994.”

“Yeah, well at least I don’t store all my talent in my butt,” you retort cheerfully.

“And where do you store yours?”

You gesture to your chest. “In my boobs, like any other respectable woman.” Sehun sputters while the rest of the boys crack up – except Kyungsoo, you notice. He’s been acting strange lately. You’ve always had a rather crude sense of humor, which is why the boys feel so comfortable around you, and Kyungsoo used to laugh right along with everyone else. But now even the most unassuming things will put him off, and he’ll draw away from you as if you’ve done something wrong. It makes you sad, but you’re not sure how to bring up the subject to him, or if you even should. After all, it could have nothing to do with you, and you were never one to jump to conclusions anyway.

Deciding that you’ll show him some extra attention to help draw him out of his shell, you head over to the loveseat and plop down beside Kyungsoo, setting you head on his shoulder. He seems to thaw a bit at this and playfully knocks his head against yours.

“How’s the cake quest going?” you ask as you scan the glossy magazine pages on his lap. “Please tell me we’re not doing red velvet. Not tonight, anyway,” you wiggle your brows at Baekhyun and he cackles. But you really don’t have a clue what kind of cake Myeon would want.

Of all the EXO boys, Junmyeon is the member you’re the most respectful towards, only because you’ve never had the chance to really spend time with him and become familiar with him. As the leader, he has the most responsibilities and therefore the least free time. “What flavor does Myeon oppa like? I’m guessing he’d go for something classy like pineapple-upside-down or marble.”

Kyungsoo’s shoulder feels stiff beneath your cheek. “What makes you say that?”

You shrug. “He’s a classy guy. He’s like Suave shampoo personified, so I figure his tastes are the same too. I know, I’ll ask Minseok.” You slide your phone out of your jeans pocket, about to text Minseok who’s out with the rest of the Distract-Junmyeon-From-the-Surprise-Party-Team, when you see that you have unread messages from Jongdae. Grinning, you open up the chat.

There’s a picture of Junmyeon standing in front of the mirror in a dressing room hallway, checking himself out. He’s dressed almost formally in well-fitting slacks, a maroon button-down shirt, and a gray tie. You notice that he looks…nervous.

Fearless leader thinks we’re helping him get ready for a blind date, Jongdae wrote under that. Then there’s another picture. You enlarge it to see a photo of a pretty girl, taken from behind, and you’re marveling at the way the dress she’s wearing accents her toned legs and surprisingly broad shoulders – and then your eyes fall on the next picture, and you clap your hand over your mouth, guffawing.

Maybe he should go through the whole date blind, Jongdae captioned it. You agree, because the last picture shows the girl’s face – except it’s not a girl, it’s Jongin. Wearing a dress and a wig and heels, smiling seductively at the camera.

Damn, she fine, you type back and hit send, wiping tears from your eyes.

“What’s so funny?” Kyungsoo asks with a small smile. He’s watching you almost as if he’s memorizing the way you laugh.

“Jongdae,” you shake your head. Leave it to him, Minseok, and Jongin to pull such a trollish stunt. Poor Junmyeon. But it would be all the more sweet to then come back to a surprise party.

“Ah,” Kyungsoo says quietly. “Jongdae.” You feel his body beside you expand and contract with a silent sigh, and then he gets up, murmuring, “I’m gonna go make that cake now.” And he walks away, disappearing into the kitchen. You watch him go, then look down at the loveseat where the magazine with the recipes still rests. Aish. What is with this boy? You run a hand through your hair, grab the magazine, and head after him into the kitchen.

He’s gathering ingredients when you arrive, vanilla extract, eggs, sugar, flour. Without a word, you join him, retrieving the baking ware from the drawers. You set it all on the counter neatly beside the magazine and when he joins you at the counter, still not looking at you, you slide your arms around him and pull him into a hug. After a moment, his arms come around you too and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Something’s definitely off with him, you’re sure of it now, and his unnamed pain makes your heart clench.

“I’m sorry,” you exhale.

“For what?” He sounds genuinely confused – and muffled.

“For whatever it is that I’m doing to make you sad. You’re so important to me, Kyungsoo-yah, and I would never intentionally hurt you. You know that, right?”

At this, Kyungsoo pulls away to examine your face. “Is that what you think?” You’re taken aback at the surprise in his voice, how visibly upset he is. “That you’re hurting me? Y/N, you could never hurt me. Seeing you only brings me happiness – you only make my day better. Aish.” He tugs you against him again and tucks you under his chin, and you embrace him back with relief.

“But then what is upsetting you?”

It’s a long moment before he replies and when he does, all he says is, “Me.”  

Before you can respond to this, Baekhyun suddenly waltzes into the kitchen with his phone in his hands. “Minseok just texted saying we only have a couple more hours to prepare, so to ‘hurry the fuck up’.” He glances up from his phone and sees you and Kyungsoo still embracing, and he smiles slyly. “Are we working hard or hardly working here, slackers?”

“Says the guy who blew a grand total of two balloons,” you roll your eyes, untangling yourself from Kyungsoo.

“Point taken. Maybe you can give me some tips on the art of…blowing.”

To your right, Kyungsoo snatches the magazine from the counter and flips through the pages at a speed too quick to actually read anything. “Maybe you can get off your lazy ass and actually help us,” he snaps.  

“Sure,” Baekhyun says brightly. He comes over to stand at attention by your side, but Kyungsoo drags him away and points to the ingredients. “Start measuring those out.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You picked what kind of cake we’re making?” you ask Kyungsoo.

He looks up at you with the softest eyes, and you feel a strange flutter in your chest. “Marble,” he nods. “Like you said, it’s what Junmyeon would want. And I hope we all get what we want someday.”  


Between the three of you, the cake gets done pretty quickly. Somewhere in the middle of it all, Baekhyun puts music on, and now you’re all singing along loudly to an old Girls Generation song as you work. Baekhyun is pouring the batter into a pan, shaking his hips in time to the rhythm, while Kyungsoo expertly pares an orange across a zester to collect tangy garnish. You’re in the zone yourself as you whip the life out of the milk, butter, sugar, and vanilla to make frosting, and you belt out the chorus of the song with the boys, a horrible harmony to their lovely melodies. Whatever, you don’t care. You’re having fun.

Baekhyun carefully moves the now-full pan into the oven and yells, “Touchdown!” as he closes it. You and Kyungsoo whoop and high-five him, and you set down the frosting, satisfied with it.

“Guys, taste this and tell me if it’s good,” you say. You dip your finger in and hold out a dollop to Kyungsoo, who scrapes it off with a spoon and gives it try.

“Ah, that’s perfect,” he grins and returns to his zesting.

“I wanna try,” Baekhyun chimes in and you wave him over, holding out another dollop to him. Unlike Kyungsoo, however, he doesn’t have a spoon so he just catches your finger in his hand and puts it in his mouth, maintaining eye contact all the while. You wrinkle your nose and pull away, laughing, and Baekyun licks his lips approvingly – and then you hear a sharp gasp.

You look over just as Kyungsoo tears his gaze from you and Baekhyun to his hand – that’s now bleeding. He drops the grater with a curse.

“Oh, Soo, are you okay?” You hurry over to him, but he just shuffles over to the sink to rinse his wound.

“Should I get the medical kit?” Baekhyun asks, all joking gone. “Do you need stitches?”

“I’m fine,” he says gruffly. “Just…finish the cake. You two don’t really need me at this point anyway.” And with that, he shuts the tap off and stalks out of the kitchen, and you’re left staring after him yet again.

You sink against the counter and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Why does he get like this?” you mutter. “One minute, we’re best friends, and the next, he won’t even look at me.”

Baekhyun turns the music off on his phone and rolls his eyes. “C’mon, Y/N. He’s just tired of your games, that’s all.”

You straighten immediately and stare at him. “What are you talking about? I’m not playing any games.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re playing hard-to-get, and honestly, even I was getting tired of watching it. Why do you think I was flirting so obviously with you? I was trying to get your boy to finally make a move because I didn’t think you were ever going to.”

“You—he—wait, what?” This is too much to process at once, and you stare at the bloody zester in wonder. Kyungsoo…likes you? And that’s why he’s so upset? Because he thinks you’re toying with him?

“But wait,” you shake your head. “He told me earlier that he wasn’t upset with me, he’s upset with himself. That doesn’t fit with your story.”

Baekhyun considers this, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Why would he be mad at himself?” he muses. “Maybe he thinks he’s not trying hard enough to win you over. And what would give him that idea?” Baekhyun’s eyes slide to yours and widen. “Does he even know that you like him?”

You’re at a loss for words.

Baekhyun’s gaze is piercing on you, and then he lets out a little incredulous laugh. “Do you like him, Y/N?”

The pieces are slowly coming together in your head and in harmony with your heart, and you place your hand over your chest, feeling the racing pulse. What an idiot, you are. I hope we all get what we want someday. Someday is today, you realize. “Yes,” you murmur. And then again, louder, “Yes.”

“Well, then go end the game! Tell him that he won!” You snap to your senses and nod, racing out of the kitchen, past the living room when you see he’s not there, and up the stairs to his room. But now that you’re here, on the literal and metaphorical threshold of something so amazing, you’re not sure how to proceed. You can’t just barge in and say, Hey, I just realized I love you, let’s get married and have babies. And he’s hurting too, in many different ways, and he probably thinks you have a thing for Baekhyun – which is horrifying, and you’ve never done something like this before and—

“Y/N?” You whirl around to find Kyungsoo behind you. So he wasn’t even in his room. Of course.

“Hi Kyungsoo-yah,” you manage. You’re nervous – god, why are you so nervous? Your hands are clammy and your stomach is in knots and why haven’t you noticed before how lovely his eyes are and how soft his lips look and how beautiful his smile is—

He’s smiling. Why is he smiling? You’re about to ask him, when he catches your face gently between his hands and places the most tender kiss on your mouth. You gasp a little against his lips before melting into him. He’s so reverent with you, in the way he holds you against him and kisses you that it takes you a moment to open your eyes when he pulls back.

“You…heard what I said in the kitchen?” you guess.

Kyungsoo quirks a brow in amusement. “No. Chanyeol told me that I hit the lotto, and I just never went to collect my prize.”

You groan. “Were they all in on this? This scheme to get us together?”

“Apparently.”

“Well, in that case,” you grin and tug him closer by the collar of his shirt. “You can call me monster.”

Not the One

Originally posted by molzies-fanfics

Raphael x Reader

Not the One

Prompt: It was hella long and hella good and basically, it’s a soulmate AU with a twist and aaaaaaaaaah I’m in love with this idea.

Note: AAAAAAAAAAAH I’M DYINGGGGG I’M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THISSSSSSS. Edit: this took so much longer than intended, but it came out a lot longer than I intended too, so…

@wumperin @brayden1616

“Yer kidding. A week. We have an entire week like this?” Raph looked at his very human fingers on his very human hands attached to his very (temporarily) human body. “An entire week?”

“Possibly longer.” Donatello scanned himself and his brothers. What had been a lab accident while handling the purple ooze had resulted in whatever this was. Raph had another concern. His soulmate timer was within hours now, and maybe being like this would help him meet the person he was meant to spend his entire life with.

“So…” Leo tried to come up with a plan. But if he was being honest, he had no idea how to handle this.

“We’ve gotta seize the opportunity, dudes. We’re only ever going to be normal once, we have to take advantage of it.”

“And?” Leo raised an eyebrow.

“We’re gonna go to school.”

***

“So these are your…” The counselor from the high school looked up to April and Casey, the boys standing in a line behind them.

“These are my nephews.” April said. “They’re kind of transfer students, but only for a week or so. It’s part of a program to let Queens students experience what school is like in the rest of New York City.”

“Sounds doable. Do you have their grades and records and such on hand, or do I need to contact their other school for the information?”

“It should all be here, but I can call Principal Mayweather if we’re missing anything.” April pushed her glasses up her nose and handed the counselor a flash drive Donnie had thrown together that morning.

“Great. Thank you so much.”

Raph glanced down at his timer. Minutes. Minutes now. The counselor gave them their schedules and sent them on their way. It was about ten minutes until class was supposed to start, and about ten until Raph was supposed to meet his soulmate. God, his heart was racing in his unusual human chest. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

April and Casey said goodbye to the boys and told them they’d come pick them up after school. Next, they attempted to find their lockers. All the way up on the third floor above the art wing. Raph scanned the numbers for the four that belonged to himself and his brothers. It took a few minutes, but they found them. God, combination locks were confusing, but Donnie helped him figure it out with his clumsy human fingers. He wasn’t used to having so many. What were the extra two good for anyway?

He grabbed his math book and his notebook and calculator and dumped it into the red backpack that sort of made him feel like he had a shell again. It was a comforting weight, sort of. It gave an illusion that he was still who he had always been, despite looking and feeling so different now. Needing all of the same core classes meant that the boys were together for their first two hours, but they broke off in the afternoon to do the specials they had chosen.

So off they headed to Geometry, where they were sure Donnie would have to explain everything to them. When they got to the classroom, they were greeted by a group of fresh faces. Nerds, jocks, preps, goths, rockers, it seemed that everyone was represented. A few of the girls whispered to one another, subtly pointing to the group of attractive boys in front of them and giggling about the endless possibilities.

“Transfer students, huh? There are some seats over there in the back of the room. What are your names?”

“Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo.” Leo answered. Mrs. Russo’s skeptical face told them he should have given her their nicknames instead. “Our uh, parents are huge art geeks.” He offered.

“I can tell. Well, Renaissance gang, you can sit in the four seats to the left of Ms. (L/N). (Y/N), raise your hand please.”

You didn’t lower the book from your face when you raised your hand. Raph didn’t know what it was about you that was throwing him off, but there was something there. It felt like a wire had wrapped around his heart and was starting to squeeze. Great. A heart attack what- twenty seconds- before he met his soulmate. Wonderful.

He walked over and took the seat beside you, his brothers settling into the other seats. As the bell rang to signal class had started, you folded your bookmark into the center of the book and set it on the desk beside your math stuff. Finally, you glanced over at Raph just as his counter hit zero.

His green eyes widened as he took in everything about you. The cute black plastic frames that sat on your nose, the perfect bun of soft locks that sat atop your head, the music notes painted onto your fingernails and the piano key suspenders that held up your black skirt. You were so goddamned cute he could barely stand it. His heart hammered in his chest. And then he spotted the timer on your wrist.

You still had ten days left.

He looked around to see if anyone else had finished their timer, but there wasn’t anyone. Just him.

“You’re the new kids?” You asked. God, your voice was so sweet. It hurt. Maybe you weren’t meant to be with him, but he knew with all of his beating heart that he was meant to be with you.

“Y-yeah.” Raph replied. “I’m Raphael. Call me Raph.” He smiled at your unknowing gaze. You didn’t know how much you had crushed him in the instants he had known you.

“(Y/N) (L/N).” His eyes wandered to the book on your desk.

“What’cha reading?”

Beastly.” You replied, handing him the worn book. “I’ve read it like seven thousand times. It’s honestly amazing. I’m in love with Beauty and the Beast, so this is just- ugh it’s so good.”

“Hmm.” He flipped through the pages before handing it back to you. “I’ll have ta check it out sometime. Never seen it.”

“You what?! We’ve gotta change that.” You smiled at the little interaction.

“Might just have to take ya up on that offer.” He grinned. You felt your heart melt a little.

Mrs. Russo started the lesson, and it didn’t take long for Raph to become completely and utterly confused. Donnie was busy helping Mikey and Leo seemed to understand what was happening, but Raph was so lost. And based on the notes on your page, you seemed to get it.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Can you uh, I don’t get it.”

“Sure!” you nodded. “What do you need help with?”

“How are ya supposed to use the whatever-it-is to find the side? I keep getting’ the wrong numbers.”

“Okay so this is the hypotenuse.”

“Mmhmm.”

“And so you just add the squares of the other sides to-”

“This is a triangle, what do squares have to do with it?” he asked. You giggled.

“You’ve never taken Geometry before, have you?”

“How’d ya guess?” he offered a sheepish chuckle and shook his head. “It may as well be written in Chinese.”

“Well, tell you what, I don’t have any plans after school. If you need a tutor, you could come to my apartment. We’ll watch Beauty and the Beast and do math. Two birds in one stone.”

“Sounds great.” He felt his heart start hammering again and wished it would stop. He couldn’t have you. You weren’t his to have. He wasn’t your soulmate. The universe didn’t care about his feelings. And yet, he accepted the invitation knowing full well that the more he built up momentum, the harder he’d fall when he lost you.

***

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen this movie.” You told him as you sat down with the popcorn on the couch of your apartment. The math was done, and now all that was left was to expose him to the movie you held nearest and dearest to your heart.

“Grew up with four boys, there’s not a whole lot of Disneying that goes on.”

“Well, I guess that’s what I’m around for, right?” You asked, tossing a few kernels of fluffy popcorn into your mouth. Raph grabbed a handful too.

“Guess so. That and math assistance.” He chuckled. You pressed play and draped a blanket over your legs and his. You had only met Raph that afternoon, but it felt like you had known him for years. Maybe he was just meant to be your best friend. Maybe there was a secret internal clock that had stopped ticking while the one counting down her true love was still running.

As the movie started, Raph watched every second. He loved every minute of it, but maybe only because he had you beside him, reciting every word right along with it. He was surprised the DVD even worked at all with how many times you had probably watched it. It was unhealthy, but this perfect little quirk was one of the many things he’d miss when he’d have to let you go.

***

After morning classes the next day, you found Raph and his brothers at lunch and took a seat with them instead of sitting with your other friends as you usually did. The other three smiled at you. They had talked to Raph the night before in a conversation that had basically consisted of Raph telling them about his soulmate that wasn’t his soulmate and the movie they had watched about loving people beyond their exterior. Donnie had called it beautifully tragic and pretty damn ironic. Raph agreed. But he was determined to be friends with you at least. He wanted to get to know you. He’d rather know you for a week and then never see you again than never know you for who you really were before it was too late.

“Hey guys.”

“Hey (Y/N),” Raph grinned.

“So, I figured, if this is your only week here, we’ve gotta make the best of it. Mall. Tonight. Do you have plans?”

“No.” Leo answered. “No plans.”

“Good. I have a car. Meet me by my locker after school.”

“All right, angelcakes.” Mikey winked. “We’ll be there.”

***

Here they were. The mall. It wasn’t what they had expected, but in a way, it was. There were pretzel stands and pop-up Chinese food places, a bunch of clothing stores that they could smell from the other end of the mall, and of course the movie theater. You and the boys nestled into the corner booth of the food court with giant pretzels, nachos, and giant red slushies. And they just watched.

“You guys act like you’ve never been to a mall before.” You chuckled, taking a sip of your slushy. They offered apologetic shrugs.

“Would it be bad if we told ya we haven’t?” Raph asked. You raised an eyebrow.

“Seriously?! This trip has taken on a new importance. After we finish these pretzels, we have a mission.”

“What are we gonna do?” Leo asked.

Everything.”

You had promised everything, and you had pretty much delivered. Hollister? Check. Target? Check. The arcade? Check. Photo booth? Check. Movie? In progress. Raph as seated beside you with Mikey on his other side. Mikey kept making attempts at signaling his older brother to get him to make a move on you. Raph shook his head. The move wasn’t his to make. He couldn’t push himself on you. Not like this.

But when there was a huge jump scare, you clung to his bicep, causing both of your heart rates to soar. A slow smile crept across his lips.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry.” You apologized. Raph leaned into whisper a reply.

“No harm done. If ya need someone to protect ya from the monsters, I’m right here.”

“Oh hush, you.” You giggled as a timid blush settling across your cheeks and gave his shoulder a tiny shove, earning a deep chuckle. Another distorted creature jumped out of the shadows on the screen. Mikey spilled popcorn, and you pulled one of Raph’s large hands in front of your face. He laughed and smiled at you, a soft smile that his brothers had never seen before.

But it faded just as fast as it had formed with the realization that he only had a few more days with you before he’d have to say goodbye. Forever. He had been human for so long now that he had forgotten he’d have to go back. The clock was ticking. He had to take advantage of this while he could because before he knew it, he’d lose his soulmate just as fast as he had found her.

***

The week passed in a breeze. Your school days consisted of helping Raph with math and having lunch with him and his brothers. After school hours, all five of you would pile into your car and go back to your apartment for pizza and movies. But today…today was different. Today was goodbye. Raph wanted to make it special. If he was going to let you go, he certainly didn’t want you to forget him.

April had helped him pack a picnic basket and assisted him with his surprise present. So at noon on Saturday, he arrived at your apartment to pick you up and then you took the train to Central Park.

He had told you that the rest of the boys were busy packing up, but really they just wanted to give their brother space to say goodbye to you on his own. After all, he was the one losing the most when they became turtles again. He had hours.

You sat down on the red and white checkered blanket and helped him unpack the food and such. You popped a bright strawberry into your mouth. It was a few minutes before Raph brought up the topic of goodbye.

“So uh, we’re goin’ back to Queens tomorrow.” Raph said. You nodded. “So uh, I wanted to say goodbye.”

“It’s not like we can’t still hang out, right? We can still be friends.” You looked at him. He smiled sadly. “Can’t we?”

“I don’t know. I just…I’m not what you think I am…I’m not who you think I am. You’re meeting your soulmate in three days and-”

“How did you know about that?” you asked, heart racing at the thought of the future being so close. Too close.

“It’s on yer wrist.” Raph shrugged. A sad look formed in his green eyes and a sudden wave of realization washed over you. You grabbed Raph’s hand, pulling his wrist so you could see it. He tried to pull it back from you, but didn’t want to fight you, and he didn’t want to lie to you either. Well, more than he already was anyway.

“Your timer…” Your face scrunched up. “Who’s your soulmate?”

“That’s a…complicated question.” Raph answered. You looked at him slowly, hesitating to meet his gaze. As soon as your eyes fell on his, his hand tensed up.

“No.” your voice was quiet, eyes wide and heart trying to escape your chest. “It can’t…I can’t…Mine is still…” Your eyes locked onto the numbers as they ticked lower and lower. You denied it, and yet maybe you had known the moment you met him. Something was off. Something about the way h talked to you, the way he interacted with you.

“I know. It’s impossible. But uh, I never really expected to have a soulmate anyway, so…I guess at least I got to know ya before I gotta say goodbye.”

“But-”

“It’s all right.” Raph read the hurt on your face. The broken that came with the hand the universe had dealt the two of you. “I’ll be all right. So will you when you meet him.” He reached into the basket. “I got ya something to remember me by.”

Raph pulled out a little velvet box and opened it. Inside was a necklace: a silver turtle pendant on a leather cord. “I…I know it ain’t much, but-”

“I love it.” You told him. You wish you could tell him more. That you loved him, that you were his soulmate, but one of those statements wasn’t true. Raph did the clasp around your neck and pulled your hair over the cord. He smiled sadly. You took his hand in your own. “No matter what happens…no matter what the universe has in store for either of us…I will never forget you, Raphael. I promise. And I know it doesn’t matter much, but…I love you.” You stated quietly. He pulled you into his arms and held you as though you would disappear.

“It matters more that ya could ever know. I love you too.”

***

Raph woke up the next morning the way he grew up. A turtle. Big and bulky and covered in muscle. His scales and shell had reappeared as his extra fingers and hair had disappeared. He rolled over and stared at the wall. You were gone. He had lost you forever, and two nights from now, you would move on. You would forget about him.

He rolled onto his shell and stared at the ceiling, cursing the universe for everything. He wanted to punch something, so off to the dojo he went to punch the shit out of their punching bag. This went on for two days. Raph listened to his loud music and punched their bag until it fell off of its hook, only to pick it up and repeat the cycle. He barely ate, and every time he tried to sleep, all he could see was your face and the sadness in your eyes when you realized you were his but he couldn’t be yours. The heartbreak he had caused. The heartbreak he had received.

He should have just left you at the very beginning. Then he wouldn’t be like this.

When Leo announced a patrol on the night you were going to move on from him, he was ready to bust some heads. How else was the emotion supposed to get out of him? His anger, his sadness, his regret, he was going to get rid of all of it.

And so out they went, out of the sewers and onto the surface, hopping from building to building until finally, they found what they were looking for: crime. Some lowlife gang members were harassing some chick, and they were going to put a stop to it. Except, the chick wasn’t just any old girl. It was you. Raph stopped in his tracks, the anger bubbling up inside of him before diving in to pull the guys off of you. The guys were going to help him, but he didn’t need it. He was so powerful, zipping through the shadows like, well, a ninja. The guys left standing ran for the hills, terrified of the huge green creature that had beat up their friends.

You took a few shaky steps backwards. What if whatever had helped was coming for you next. You couldn’t see him in the dark, but Raph could see you. Even now, you were stunning. You took a few steps forward, causing him to step back.

“Hello?”

“I ain’t who ya think, (Y/N).” Raph said. Your breath hitched, eyes awash in realization.

“Raphael?” Your broken voice sliced through the silence. He didn’t answer. “Y-your voice sounds d-different.”

“Ya don’t gotta be afraid.” He tried to reassure you. His voice came from much higher than it had in the past. Had he always been this tall? Your heart hammered and your face reddened and you didn’t know why you were scared, but you were. “It’s okay.”

Tick…tick…tick…

“Raph, let me see you.”

“I uh…don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please.” You whispered. You glanced down at your wrist. There were seconds left. “Please.”

“I want ya tah remember me that way. Not like…this.”

“What do you mean?” You knew what he meant.

“Please, just go home, (Y/N)! Forget about me!”

“I…I can’t, Raph! I can’t just pretend you don’t exist!” You stared at the numbers before holding up your wrist to show him, if he could even see. “I think you’re my soulmate! And for some reason the wires got twisted somewhere, but…Please, Raphael. I love you.” You looked up at where he stood in the dark for a few more seconds before collapsing to your knees, tears rolling down your soft cheeks. Raph carefully, slowly knelt before you so quietly you hadn’t heard him.

He pressed his hand against your cheek, wiping away the tears with his large green fingers. Your eyes opened gradually, rising to look up at his tear-filled green eyes in time with the ding of your timer. The large, rough green face in front of you was a little more than a shock. Your eyes widened. He began to pull away, but you grabbed his huge green hand, keeping him there.

“I’m sorry. About all of this.” He didn’t dare to look at you. Not now that you knew what he truly was. Your small hand ventured up to his cheek, gently travelling across the scales there. Your tentative touches sent shivers up his spine.

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry yer stuck with-”

“Shhhhh…” You shushed him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He held you against his chest, his arms moving slowly to embrace you. He had never imagined you could love him. Not like this. But here you were, hugging him as though he was human.

“But I’m a freak.” Were the only words he could manage to put together.

“You’re not a freak.” You pulled away so you could look at him. “You’re a hero. If it weren’t for you and your brothers, I would be dead three times over.” You paused, watching the slow smile that formed on his cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” His voice was muffled by the fabric of your sweatshirt as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you so freakin’ much.”

Someone Like You {Pre-Serum Steve X Reader}

Warning(s): FluFF, Very cliche, Slightest touch of angst (It’s pretty harmless unless you’re an emotional person like me).

Request?: No.

Pt. 2

A/N: wHY is Pre-Serum Steve so underapprECIATED?! I don’t understand. But Enjoy this. I had a blast writing this. Also, a Bucky fic will be out shortly after this one. :)



Steve’s P.O.V.

I stare at her for the longest time, my sketchbook rests atop my crossed knee. The yellow wooden pencil that I bear slowly slides from my thumb and Index finger. Stupid sweat.

We both sat comfortably at a wood table in the park. I told her to sit across from me so I could sketch her beauty on paper. I still couldn’t believe I could call her mine, she is mine. She accepted me for who I was, even as I sit as a bag of bones, consumed by multiple diseases.

We’ve been together intimately for almost a year and been best friends since childhood. We’ve looked after each other for so long, it’s truly astonishing. Bucky was the one who helped us get together. Apparently, we were entirely oblivious to each other’s feelings, it was obviously true. And not to mention, I didn’t have the courage to ask her to be mine.

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Castiel’s endgame in the Carver era

I saw a wonderful gif set by @supernaturalapocalypse and I couldn’t help the need to write something about it.

In meta I’ve written before, I’ve been saying that Cas’ endgame has been questioned at least since 9x06. However, the gif set I’m talking about shows clearly that Castiel’s endgame has been foreshadowed since season 8. It’s incredibly obvious that all the Carver era has done is put Cas in a position where it’s crystal clear for the audience what Cas’ choice will be in the end, no matter what. 

It is totally true that Castiel has been choosing Dean since season 4. The first time he did it was in 4x18 (The Monster at the End of This Book). He finally rebelled against Heaven in 4x22 and spent all season 5 defying Heaven because of Dean. The problem is that when the Apocalypse was finally over, the obvious choice for Cas was to go back to Heaven. Nobody could question that endgame for him, so that’s exactly what he did.

In season 6, Cas did everything to stop Raphael from restarting the Apocalypse. He ended up being “god” and went back to Heaven to teach Raphael’s followers a lesson. When he tried to return the souls to Purgatory, the only thing we knew about him was that he wanted to redeem himself, but the Leviathan took control over him and we lost Cas for most of season 7. When he came back and remembered who he was, all he could do was take Sam’s pain to fix at least a little of what he had done. He became what we call “crazy!Cas”, whose motto was “I don’t fight anymore”, except for when he learned that Dean was going to risk his life to clean up Cas’ mess. He ended up in Purgatory with Dean, and from season 8 we learned that Cas wanted to stay in Purgatory to do penance. He felt guilty for everything he had done, and he didn’t think he deserved to be saved.

Castiel, angel of the Lord, went from being a character who belonged in Heaven and turned into a character who didn’t know where exactly he belonged anymore. If you’re a writer, how can you take this character and make him want to stay on Earth? In season 5, Cas’ obvious endgame was going back to Heaven. Is that what Carver wants for Castiel? The answer is NOT AT ALL.

When Carver became the showrunner in season 8, Castiel was unwillingly rescued from Purgatory and became Naomi’s puppet. He was mind-controlled most of the season, but when he had to follow orders and kill Dean, he was given a choice: “You have to choose, Castiel. Us or them?” That was the first time TPTB asked an important question for Cas’ endgame. Cas chose “THEM” (and by “them”, I mean Dean), but when Dean asked Cas “what broke the connection” between Cas and Naomi, Castiel said he didn’t know because, honestly, he had no freaking clue.

Cas fled because once he was himself, he didn’t know where he belonged. Dean was pissed because Cas didn’t stay, because Cas didn’t trust him and ran away with the angel tablet, but what Dean didn’t understand was that it was complicated for Cas. Metatron took advantage of Castiel’s confusion and manipulated him as well. In the season 8 finale, Cas was given another choice. He was going to “close the gates of Heaven” (or at least that’s what he thought), and Dean asked him if he was sure because if he did that, he was going to close the door behind himself and wouldn’t be able to return to Earth. What was Castiel’s answer? He seemed determined. He thought that was the right thing to do, so Dean said it was time for E.T. to go home since they still thought that Castiel’s home was Heaven. In other words, Castiel’s endgame was still to go back to Heaven, at least in Cas’ mind, but not in Jeremy Carver’s mind.

In season 9, Cas became human.  In the season 8 finale, he was even told by Metatron to get a wife and have babies, so Cas was given a different option for an endgame. And guess what? The first thing we saw in season 9 was Cas telling his sister that there might be something even better than Heaven’s order and purpose, down here, on Earth. Castiel looked happy in 9x03 when he was in the Bunker even though he was human. He became miserable when he was left alone in a human life he didn’t understand. He was obviously affected by the fact that the people he considered his friends turned their backs on him. Dean kicked him out when Cas needed him the most. That’s why he was pissed at Dean in 9x06. However, in that episode, Cas was directly questioned for the first time in a more obvious way: “But as what, Castiel. As an angel or a man?” In season 8, Naomi told Cas to choose between “us” = heaven or “them” = humanity. In season 9, Cas was clearly given the options he had: ANGEL OR MAN? Did he answer the question? No, he didn’t because we’ll see the answer to that when Supernatural ends, but that doesn’t mean the Show cannot foreshadow the answer we’ll get.

The first foreshadowing was in 9x22 when Josiah told Cas, “You play at being noble. You play at being one of us. But I look into your eyes… And I don’t see an angel staring back at me.” Cas’ options are to be a man or to be an angel. What is Cas if his own brothers cannot see an angel in him? What is he if they tell him he plays at being one of them? So Castiel’s endgame has suddenly changed. He doesn’t belong in Heaven anymore, but WHY?

The same episode (9x22) gave us the answer in Metatron’s voice: “His true weakness is revealed. He’s in love… with humanity.” That was the episode where Hannah told Cas that the angels gave him their trust. Her words were simple: “Don’t lose it over one man.” ONE MAN. Not Humanity. She was talking about Dean. She wanted Castiel to punish Dean, to kill Dean. But Cas couldn’t. Castiel’s endgame has totally changed because he’s in love. Dean himself told Cas, in the same episode: “You just gave up an entire army for one guy.” The writers didn’t give a clear “he’s in love with Dean” because it was not the right time for the audience yet (there were more seasons to come and we’re talking about the endgame here), but the subtext was there and it was painfully obvious for everybody who has already taken their heteronormative goggles off.

Besides, in 9x23 we got some more confirmation thanks to Metatron’s words:“And the Angel tablet – arguably the most powerful instrument in the history of the universe – is in pieces, and for what again? Oh, that’s right – to save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right?” Perhaps Metatron didn’t literally say that Cas was in love with Dean, but he said that Cas’ only goal was to save Dean no matter how much he pretended to be Team Heaven. Metatron knew that Cas’ choices were not because of humanity or because of Dean and Sam. IT WAS ALL ABOUT SAVING ONE HUMAN. So, please let those words sink in for a moment.

In the first episode of season 10, we got a Cas who understood that even though being human was painful and could lead to chaos, “not all bad comes from it.” He mentioned art, love, hope, dreams. All of those “human things” as Hannah herself told him. However, when it was Hannah showing him those kind of human things in 10x03, Cas said that emotions and feelings were dangerous temptations. At that point, the mission was everything to Cas and he saw these “dangerous temptations” like distractions that could easily occur. He wanted Hannah to understand that, but how would he know that feelings are dangerous temptations? Maybe because he has experienced those feelings? We just don’t know!

In 10x03, Cas stated two things as his “mission”: getting to Dean (turning him human again) and hunting the rogues. However, in 10x18, Metatron questioned Cas’ mission literally, just in case the audience had not been paying attention. Metatron’s words to Cas: “How many more rogue angels are there out there? And, what are you gonna do once you’re done with all that? Go back to Heaven? Please.” We, as the audience know that early in the season Cas mentioned the rogues as half of his mission. The other half was Dean, but Metatron didn’t know it. The question was valid, though. What is Cas gonna do once he’s done? Go back to Heaven? PLEAAAAASE!! It’s obvious Cas’ engame is not Heaven anymore. “So tell me, Castiel, truly, what is your mission now?”

Cas gave us his mission in 10x22 when he told Dean: “Maybe you could fight the Mark for years, maybe centuries, like Cain did, but you cannot fight it forever. And when you finally turn – and you will turn – Sam… And everyone you know, everyone you love – they could be long dead. Everyone except me.” Staying by Dean’s side is Cas’ mission. So let me ask again, what is Castiel’s endgame?

Has season 11 changed the song that’s been playing during all the Carver era? Not in the slightest! As early as episode 2 we got an angel asking Cas what he is. When Cas dared call himself an “angel of the Lord”, this is the answer he got: “That so? ‘Cause, near as I can tell, when you have to choose between heaven and the Winchesters… You choose them. Every time. So, see, you’re not my brother.” Cas is like “a dog that thinks it’s people” (a reference that has been used twice around Cas so far). He’s not a human, but he tries to be like one. The problem is that Heaven is definitely not where Cas belongs anymore. That’s clear as water. Therefore, the “as an angel or a man” question should have an obvious answer. At least for us, the audience. If people still have doubts, I really don’t know what show they’ve been watching. Cas, on the other hand, still needs to find his answer because he still calls himself an angel and he still thinks he’s “a lot like people”, but that’s not good enough. It’s his ENDGAME, though. So it’s obvious he still needs more time to figure it out. Besides, how can he be certain he belongs on Earth when he’s still not sure his human family will want him?

In 11x06, Metatron made Cas realize that he was sick of being everyone’s tool, manipulated and used by even his friends. Cas’ flashbacks in the same episode showed that Cas is aware of everything he’s done for and because of Dean. He lost Hannah, probably the last angel who didn’t hate Castiel. He has lost all his family in Heaven because of Dean (since the flashbacks didn’t show Sam or Metatron or Crowley or Rowena or anybody else). Now the million dollar question for Cas is: Has it all been worth it? Can you believe the thing separating Dean and Cas this season is the uncertainty they feel toward each other? No more Gadreel, no more fading grace or Mark of Cain. Huh!  

Anywho, I’m sure one of Carver’s objectives since he took the reins of the show was to change Castiel’s endgame. To me, the journey has been pretty evident. Cas will choose to live as a man and will stay with Dean. What sort of relationship will they have? That’s the other million dollar question! But we can remember something regarding Castiel: he’s in love! Also, it wouldn’t hurt to remember that Dean has been set for a romantic interest since season 9 (as confirmed by Sam in 11x04). So… make of that what you will. ;)

“I had a fun time with you“

(A/N): FYI (Y/I) stands for (Your/Initials), Enjoy x also, i have not proofread this yet i apologise 

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“The anonymous street artist (Y/I) strikes once again…“

As soon as the familiar name is mentioned his attention is immediately drawn to the television. Apparently the mysterious person, who has been leaving several paintings all over the city, has almost been caught yesterday during the process of creating another masterpiece. Since the cops were incapable of catching hold of them, the anonymous artist has once again slipped through their fingers. 

Josh has been fascinated by their work from day one. Even though each portrait has its own individual interpretation, all of them hold the same message, which could be defined as diverse, observant, equaled and human. The country itself has been taken over by republicans, after being governed democratically for eight years. A lot of insurrections and turmoils have surfaced ever since the new president has been elected. (Y/I) paintings are often responses to countrywide but also citywide political occurrences, representing their own personal opinion, which should frankly speak to every person who has a slightly sense of humanity. In the eye of publicity their performance is seen as some act of rebellion, since the art pieces are mostly against the decisions and choices made by the new government. 

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“Everything’s Going To Be Just Fine “ - Brett Talbot and Scott McCall AU Imagine

Requested by @supercarricat - Hello lovely writer, I want to request an imagine (english isn’t my first language, so sorry for grammar mistakes): Can I request an Imagine where Y/N and Brett transfer to Beacon Hills High School and she sees Lydia flirting with him and gets jealous. And she confronts Brett an they fught? just fluffy happy end (with the happy end it can be as sad as you like in the middle. But please, happy end :D) Thank you very much 

Requested by Anon: Oooh. Could you please do a Scott imagine during S6 and the reader is a celestial kitsune and isn’t affected by the ghost riders? Maybe during the lacrosse game or something. Its up to you but mainly like, fight scenes?? Or when Theo comes back. Thank youuuuu

Word Count: 2,993

Warnings: reader being stabbed

Author’s note: Okay, because I was struggling to come up with something long enough to read for both of these two requests, I decided to put these two together. Especially since the person who sent in the Scott request didn’t specify if the reader was a love interest for Scott or not. I decided to have them be best friends and the reader is romantically involved with Brett. I hope y'all don’t mind with the changes I made for this imagine. Happy reading!

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by anything-and-everything-imagines

When my best friend, Scott, called to tell me The Ghost Riders were in Beacon Hills, I knew transferring to Beacon Hills High was the perfect solution. I’m not a werewolf like Scott and Liam, a werecoyote like Malia, or a banshee like Lydia. However, I am pretty savvy with a sword and know martial arts, the perks of being a celestial kitsune for 500 years.

When I explained to my boyfriend, Brett, why I was transferring schools, he didn’t like the idea at first. He knew Scott was a great True Alpha and had a pack that always seems to beat the impossible, but he refused to let me out of his sight. He transferred with me, as he is very protective when it comes to my safety. You’d think I would find it sweet, or even romantic, but lately it’s been annoying to have someone on your heels of every second of every day.

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