ok we need to take it in a little

YOORAN Week Day 5

VACATION

for @yooranweek

I don’t know anything about the Strawberry Festival, so Vacation it is!

“You ok Yoosung? We can take a break if you need to.” Saeran watched Yoosung struggle to keep up, his backpack heavy on his back. Maybe they should go back down.

“No, I’m fine, keep going, I’m right behind you.” Yoosung was a little out of breath, but nowhere near needing to stop. He was excited to find the waterfall the concierge had told them about. This was the first day of their vacation where they had actually left the hotel. Yoosung smiled, remembering how tangled in the sheets they’d been. They hadn’t even bothered to get dressed when room service arrived, he’d giggled when the woman leaving the cart last night ran her eyes over Saeran’s body, he’d wrapped himself in a towel to answer the door, she’d blushed when she’d seen Yoosung, on the bed, very naked as well. She’d squeaked and ran out. Yoosung had pulled Saeran back into bed before they had gotten around to eating. It was cold by then, but they didn’t care, feeding each other and kissing through the whole meal.

He looked up and watched Saeran’s ass as he hiked up the mountain trail. Damn, you’d think by now he would have gotten it all out of his system, but now, there it was again, that agonizing ache between his legs that only Saeran could relieve.

“Keep it in your pants Yoosung, you can wait another hour.”

Saeran turned back to him, “Say something?” he asked, eyebrows cocked questioningly.

“Uh, yeah, can you grab my water bottle out of my pack?” he asked, cheeks blushing.

Saeran walked down to him and Yoosung turned to give him access to his small backpack. He felt guilty that Saeran was practically carrying everything, He’d insisted that Yoosung put the towels, swimsuits and sunscreen in his pack, making it considerably lighter than Saeran’s. He felt Saeran digging into his bag and pulling out the water bottle. Yoosung turned towards him and Saeran handed him the bottle. He tilted his head up with his forefinger and thumb.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you were just thinking! Are you enjoying the view?” he grinned.

Yoosung huffed and pressed his lips to Saeran’s, “Immensely!” he admitted, not caring how rosy his cheeks got.

“How are you so insatiable?” Saeran asked, genuinely curious. Not that he was complaining.

“You’re just so hot babe, I can’t keep my hands off you.” He pulled Saeran towards him and kissed him slowly, enjoying the taste of his lips before breaking away.

“You ready to get going again?” Saeran asked. Yoosung nodded.

“Lead the way hot stuff!” Yoosung told him, smacking his ass.

“Hey now! Watch it buddy, I’m married.”

“Well, isn’t that a coincidence, me too.” Yoosung waggled his eyebrows and Saeran laughed. Yoosung was still too damned cute for his own good.  They followed the trail for another 30 minutes before they heard the rush of the falling water. The trail was well worn and easy to follow, there were also handholds on the steeper areas, the trees encroaching on it, leaving a nice canopy overhead and keeping much of the sun’s heat off them. Yoosung took pictures with his phone. The lush underbrush was the brightest green he had ever seen. He also took many butt pictures of Saeran.

It took a lot longer to get to the waterfall than they would have thought. Finally, Saeran stood at the crest and looked out towards the stunning waterfall. Yoosung huffed his way next to Saeran and his breath was taken away.

“Woah!”

“Yeah, isn’t that something?” Saeran smiled. The water fell off the cliff, hitting the lake below with such force they were being sprayed lightly, even where they were standing. There was a bright rainbow in the froth at the bottom on the waterfall. The sun glistened off of the pristine water. Yoosung took a picture. Then he turned the camera around so that he could take a selfie. “Come here.” He told Saeran. Saeran grumbled and didn’t move. “Saeran! You promised me! You said if I came, you’d let me take some pictures. Pictures of you!” Yoosung pouted.

“Fine.” He mumbled and stepped up next to Yoosung and turned to the camera, Yoosung’s smile was wide and ecstatic, Saeran smiled, but at Yoosung, not the camera.

“Saeran!” Yoosung chided him when he took a look at the photos. But his cheeks blushed, and he wasn’t really mad that Saeran had not looked at the camera.

Saeran smirked and kissed Yoosung’s cheek, “Come on.” Saeran held out his hand for Yoosung and they made their way down carefully, the rocks were slick with algae and slime. Yoosung almost slipped twice, but Saeran was there to keep him on his feet. They made it to the edge of the water. Saeran set his pack down and drank some water before taking his shirt off. He couldn’t wait to get into the water. Yoosung already had his pack open, taking out the towels, swimming trunks, and sunscreen.

“Maybe we should go skinny dipping.” Saeran suggested.

“Uh, no! We don’t know what’s in that water! Here! Put them on!” he threw Saeran his trunks and Saeran caught them with a chuckle. He caught Yoosung eyeing him as he took his clothes off and he tossed him a wink.

Yoosung blushed but didn’t look away. Saeran loved the duality of his husband. On the once hand he still found flirting, initiating sex, talking about sex, and everything associated with it, a blush worthy situation. But he had become bolder and open about sex.  Saeran loved making him blush, and he loved that Yoosung might attack him if he did.

Yoosung took out the sunscreen and had Saeran turn around, making sure to cover every inch on his body, he didn’t want his delicate skin to burn. “Does it usually take this long to put sunscreen on?” Saeran asked, eyeing Yoosung. He shrugged and took his time, sliding his hands under Saeran’s trunks on his thighs. Saeran giggled, he was ticklish and sensitive on the inside of his thighs. He pushed Yoosung’s hands out. “Ok, I think I’m good.” He grinned. Yoosung pouted but said nothing. He handed the sunscreen to Saeran and took his clothes off, standing in front of Saeran in just his underwear. Saeran was just as meticulous as Yoosung, but much faster. Too fast for Yoosung’s liking. He sighed when Saeran was finished, even though he placed a soft kiss on his lips.

He grabbed his own swimming trunks and put them on. Saeran had already jumped into the water and had resurfaced a bit away from the edge. The water was green and clear, Yoosung could see the rocks on the bottom and small fish swimming around the edges. Yoosung smiled, as he watched the red-head swipe his wet hair back. He could not see his face, as Saeran was turned away from him. He went to the edge and called out to Saeran.

Saeran heard Yoosung, but he was shivering so bad. The water was freezing, his teeth were chattering. He kept his body under the water up to his neck, trying to catch the breath that had been stolen by the frigid water. Yoosung called to him again. Saeran took a deep breath and turned towards his husband. He forced his arm up and out of the water and waved.

“Come on in Yoosung, the water is great!” he dropped his arm and tried to keep his lip from trembling, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and biting it.

Yoosung began to dip his toe into the water.

“Just dive in babe! Do it fast, it’s better that way. I’m waiting for you!”

Yoosung giggled and jumped in. Soon enough he broke through the water’s surface, sputtering and slapping the water, straining his chest to get some breathes in. “Ho…ho…ha…” he shivered and glared at Saeran. “You…you lied to mmm…mmm….mmmme!” Saeran could hear Yoosung’s teeth clatter against each other. He swam to him and pulled him into his arms. Yoosung tried to push him away.

“I…hhh…hhh….hhhate you!” Yoosung stuttered. But he wrapped his arms around Saeran’s shoulders and his legs around his waist, pressing himself against him, trying to leach some body warmth. Unfortunately, Saeran was just as cold as he was.

“I’m sorry babe.”

“Ffff…fffuck you.” Yoosung answered.

“Here? I don’t think I can…my dick is well inside my body right now!” Yoosung tried to laugh, but he was too cold to expend the energy.

They stayed wrapped around each other until they became acclimated to the water temperature. Thankfully the sun was very warm and they were soon able to swim comfortably.

Yoosung had still not forgiven Saeran completely by the time they climbed out for some lunch. Saeran had to grovel and deliver several kisses across Yoosung’s back before Yoosung finally gave in.

They were sitting on their towels, eating the meats and fruits they had packed. Saeran kissed Yoosung’s shoulder, and then his neck, nibbling on his ear. Yoosung playfully pushed him away, but not with any great effort.

“Let me warm you up babe.” Saeran whispered into his ear. Yoosung turned his head and let Saeran brush his lips against his. Saeran flicked out his tongue and tasted the juice of the grapes Yoosung had been eating. It had left his lips sweet and sticky. He hummed into his mouth.

Pulling away he leaned his forehead against Yoosung’s.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much.” Yoosung smiled.

They leaned back, flat against the warm rock, enjoying the sun’s heat after the chilling water. The waterfall’s rush was loud, but relaxing.

“Yoosung?” Saeran asked.

“Mhmm?”

Saeran lay on his side and stared down at Yoosung. Yoosung opened his eyes and gazed into Saeran’s mint green eyes.

“Do you ever…I mean…it’s just…I was wondering…”

“Spit it out!” laughed Yoosung.

Saeran rolled his eyes and huffed, “Fine, do you ever think about girls?”

Yoosung’s eyebrows furrowed, his mouth frowning, “Girls? What do you mean?”

“Well, I know you like girls too, and, since you’ve never been with one, I thought, maybe, you wished you had had some experience with a girl before, you know, being with me.” Saeran blushed and tried to hide his face in his elbow.

Yoosung now lifted himself up and pulled Saeran’s head away from his arm. “What brought this on? Did I do something?”

“No, no! I just, I don’t know, it just hit me yesterday, when that woman came in with our food.

“But, she was staring at you, not me.” Yoosung laughed.

“I know, but, it just got me wondering if maybe you regretted getting together before you had a chance to, you know.”

Yoosung pressed his lips against Saeran’s, then straddled him and deepened the kiss, opening his mouth and exploring Saeran’s mouth with his tongue.

“You’re an idiot. I love you, I don’t think about being with anyone else Saeran, ever! I married you because I didn’t want to be with anyone else. I’ve never really thought about being with a girl. Not since I began to have feelings for you. And sure, I still find women attractive, but, nothing like how I feel when I look at you. Why is this on your mind now?”

Saeran sighed, his arms around Yoosung’s waist, running his hands up and down his back.

“I don’t know, I guess I still feel insecure sometimes. I’m sorry, I know how you feel about me, you show me every day, I am just an idiot!” he smiled.

“I’m glad we agree on that at least.” Yoosung teased him. He leaned in and nibbled Saeran’s ear, kissing his neck and laying his head in the crook between his neck and shoulders.

“I love you Saeran.”

Saeran tightened his hold on Yoosung, “I love you too, I guess this vacation wasn’t so bad. I owe Saeyoung an apology.”

Yoosung laughed, his body shaking with mirth.

They spent another hour at the waterfall but decided to head back so that they would make it down the mountain before nightfall. They made the easier walk down hand in hand, Yoosung taking more pictures as they walked. Saeran even looked into the camera in some. They stumbled into the lobby of their hotel, high on a great day and each other. Saeran was draped around Yoosung as they got to the counter to pick up their room key.

Yoosung was giggling when he asked the woman behind the counter for the key. As she went to grab it she smiled at them, “Looks like you two had a great day.”

Yoosung  nodded, “The best, and it isn’t over yet.” He closed his eyes as Saeran kissed him, the passion in it making his ears burn and his cock stir.

She handed the key to Yoosung when he came up for air, “I get off in two hours, if you’d like to add to your fun.” She bit her lower lip, her eyes flashing with desire as she glanced from one to the other. Yoosung was stunned, his jaw dropping. He exchanged a glance with Saeran, his eyes round and embarrassed. Saeran grinned.

“Sorry, it’s a private party, it’s always a private party.” He said as he stroked Yoosung’s jawline and chin. Yoosung whined and leaned into his hand, eyes closed.

“Too bad.” She said as they turned towards the elevators.

Saeran laughed and led a beet red Yoosung away. In the elevator Saeran brushed his lips across Yoosung’s ear and whispered, “I think you just missed your chance to touch some boobs babe.” Yoosung pushed him away, “Jerk!” When they reached their floor, and opened their door Yoosung grabbed Saeran’s shirt and tossed him on the bed, he yanked his own shirt off and threw it aside. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you will never question what I want again!” Yoosung hissed, attacking Saeran with his teeth and nails.

Saeran couldn’t find any reason to be sorry for teasing his husband.

  • ---Outside Keith's Room---
  • Lance: Hey, Keith? Buddy, you in there?
  • Keith: Go away Lance.
  • Lance: //Enters anyway//
  • ---Inside Keith's Room---
  • Keith: I don't want to talk Lance, just leave me alone ok?
  • Lance: Hey, nobody's seen you since breakfast, who said anything about talking? I came to make sure you hadn't died or something.
  • Keith: ....
  • Lance: But we could always talk since I'm here now anyway. //Sits on the bed//
  • Keith: Lance-
  • Lance: C'mon man, everyone's worried about you. You barely show your face around the castle, and whenever you do you avoid everyone like you're on some kind of stealth mission.
  • Keith: //Scoffs// Nobody is worried about me, and I'm not avoiding everyone... I just...
  • Lance: //Frowns// Keith, we're a team, if you're upset, we all feel it. The whole team's out of whack. Just talk to me - despite what Pidge might have told you, I am great with feelings and junk.
  • Keith: I don't - It's just - Ugh, it's just easier not to see everyone judging me, and hating me if I'm not around them, ok?! I don't care what you say, I've seen the way they look at me - and I look normal now, but what if it gets worse? What if I do start going purple? Or I sprout fur or something stupid like that. How would they look at me then? I'd be just another Galra....... Lance, I don't think I should be on the team anymore.
  • Lance: Wait what? Are you kidding! You think you should be off the team? The team that the Red Lion chose you for? That's crazy! Keith, you've saved everyone's butts loads of times, what would we do without you? How would we form Voltron? And you know, keep the universe safe?
  • Keith: You'd find someone else-
  • Lance: There is no one else Keith! *You're* the Red Paladin. So what if you're Galra? ... Well, sure, there's the whole being a member of the race that's 'trying to take over the universe, destroy entire civilisations and trying to kill us all the time' thing but-
  • Keith: Great, that makes me feel much better.
  • Lance: Well when I say it like that it sounds bad, but that's not all you are. You're Keith first, before any of all that. It's just been a bit of a shock - it's raw you know? Everyone will come to terms with it, trust me... Like I don't know if you've noticed, but Hunk's pretty much got an alien girlfriend
  • Keith: What?
  • Lance: Sure, nobody's judging. And we've all seen Shiro's badass glowing arm thing - also Galra I might add. Does it make us think any less of him? No way! And I'm also convinced Pidge is part computer, I just don't have any proof yet.
  • Keith: //Smiles//
  • Lance: Allura's probably gonna take a little longer than the rest of us, but she's still hurting, and hey, she's like over 10,000 years old, she just needs to get with the times. Like, Galra Keith? Whatever, am I right?
  • Keith: ...... //Chuckles// Thanks Lance.
  • Lance: So don't worry, just come back to the team, we miss you. We've all got our little hang ups and stuff, so it's ok
  • Keith: Yeah, everyone except you - you're perfect
  • Lance: Uh-
  • Keith: - ! //Flustered//
  • Lance: //Flustered as hell//

spookymiscreant  asked:

A concept: Kevin Day and Aaron Minyard talking mad shit about Andrew and Neil. Kevin talking about how he's sick of Andrew "pretending" he doesn't care about Exy and then Aaron replying, "I'd take that over Neil eye fucking the court every day"

i….love this….so much oh my god ok

  • so andrew and neil are on one of theyre “this is nothing but we go on weekend trips together to makeout” things 
  • so kevin needs to practice bc he’s Extra™ and…he’s still having a little trouble relaxing without andrew around all the time
    • andrew gave aaron a look before he left that aaron knows means to watch out for kevin
  • aaron’s complete disinterest manages to deter kevin from practice for two full days
    • never underestimate aaron’s ability to be stubborn to spite someone else ok
  • but finally FINALLy it’s not kevin’s incessant bitching that gets aaron to go to the court with him 
  • it’s aaron getting back from classes and not getting immediately bombarded with requests to go to the court
  • it’s coming home to a silent kevin staring out the window, rubbing his scars
  • aaron sighs deep to hide the fact that he’s concerned and changes into light workout clothes and grabs kevin
  • he also ignores how much kevin lights up when they turn onto the street of the foxhole court
    • this is an example of aaron “im not allowed to feel anything at all ever” minyard
    • also an example of aaron “knows where matt keeps a spare key to his truck” minyard
  • at first aaron refuses to practice with kevin
  • but he “gets bored” or whatever he likes to tell himself
    • see, aaron actually likes exy. he likes the way he can channel all his frustrations into it. he spends so much time studying and trying to figure out his brother and trying to figure out what the hell he wants from his life so sometimes he just needs to run around and knock people on their asses, ok?
    • its also pretty much the only times he can remember connecting with andrew
  • kevin is, like always, completely immersed, and barely notices aaron getting on the court until he walks by him to block his way to the goal
    • kevin’s on the courts because he can breathe there. he’s on the court because its where is mother put him. its the only place he mattered after she died, where he felt like a living thing rather than an asset. 
    • he’s there because even though he’s happy for andrew and neil, he really is, he’s still figuring out how to stand on his own. the court’s been the only place he really felt he could do that. 
  • now aaron may be on the court
  • he may have come to be there for kevin shut kevin up
  • but you best believe he’s gonna bitch about it
  • “fine, i’ll go, but i’m gonna complain the whole time” yea that’s aaron
  • after like one snide comment though Bitchy Kevin comes out to fuckin play and it goes a little something like:
    • kevin: andrew knows he’s good but does he try? of course not. see, that’d be fucking easy. that’d be simple. nothing is simple with him. *cue kevin taking an unnecessarily forceful shot on goal*
    • aaron: and don’t even get me started on neil just asking him for things. are you kidding. andrew doesn’t do anything ever at all and neil just??? asks him??? and he does it???
    • kevin: I KNOW. AS IF I HAVEN’T BEEN MAKING SIMPLE REQUESTS FOREVER.
    • (both of them are secretly wondering why they don’t bitch to each other more often)
  • the best part though, is when aaron is at the height of his rant and says, “You know, i don’t even want to do extra practice, but I’d take this over Neil eye fucking the court every goddamn day”
  • kevin just fucking breaks like he drops his racquet and everything
  • aaron hasn’t ever seen kevin laugh???? its kind of beautiful surprising??
  • kevin gets a hold of himself and wow
  • he doesn’t think he’s ever seen aaron smile he’s surprised how much he likes it
  • after that kevin’s feeling better 
  • they head back to the dorms and play video games for a while, order food. just kinda hang out
  • nothings really changed, per se, but….things are definitely different. 
    • more often than not now kevin will just go to the library to watch his taped games with headphones on while aaron studies, occasionally getting kicked in the shin when he gets too excited
    • when neither of them want to sleep because they know its one of those days they’ll have nightmares they go to the library’s 24 hr lounge and eat shitty microwave ramen (aaron is sworn to secrecy…no one can know kevin loves creamy chicken ramen) and try to teach each other bio or history
    • aaron only had a mother who hurt him growing up, and kevin only had the memory of his mother and people who hurt him growing up . without saying anything, they just understand.
  • in conclusion because aaron is accidentally really funny, kevin and him get a lot closer, which is good, cause they both kinda needed it
  • they wouldnt say they were friends, or are friends, but…maybe its a little “nothing” of their own

Excuse me but can Gal Gadot’s Wonder Woman please get a Jewish girlfriend.

Like very openly Jewish girlfriend who goes to synagogue for Shabbat Services every week, who keeps kosher, who debates Torah and leads a Torah study group at her synagogue.

Maybe she even is a teacher at a Jewish school. (middle or high school age)

And she and Diana will be walking hand and hand and all her students will come up to her and be like Morah so and so hi.

Jewish girlfriend with Jewish name like the sounds goyim always got trouble pronouncing.

Also like short girlfriend who gets very impassioned about Jewish history and will like just be going on about it.

And Diana got that emoji with heart eyes look.

Like Jewish girlfriend who shows Diana how to find hecsher on food and Diana will speak hebrew with her.

And they have Shabbat meals.

Jewish girlfriend where we take the stereotypes of Jewish women and spin it so it is seen as a strength and positive.

Jewish girlfriend who like hey why don’t you invite your friends from justice league over for Passover Seder.

And on Purim Diane dressup with her gf and gf is wonder woman for Purim and they crack up bc like inside joke.

And all the jewish grandma are like nu so when is the wedding

And Diana got to go somewhere for like justice league business or something so the gf is like here take some food just in case and like its a suitcase of food.

and Girlfriend is like hey lets go visit your family and like packs food bc idk diana do you have kosher food on the island

also like yes im brining my first aid kit i don’t care if you all are good at healing what if chas v'shalom something happens it is better to be prepared 

also i’m not great at healing so there is that

“Diana I just saw your fight on tv and are you ok do you need anything, are you hurt or you hungry, i’m gonna make some matzah ball soup either way and there is some roast leftover from shabbat. is there anything you want me to make. you know what i’m just gonna cook a few things just in case and what you don’t eat we can freeze or you can take back with you.

like that batman he looks like he could use a home cooked meal what with the frowning all the time and the flash he is too skinny so i’ll make some stuff for you to bring him because he needs a little meat on those bones”

basically lets give wonder woman a Jewish girlfriend please and thanks

noelann  asked:

Hi! I am screwed and have a week to unfuck my habitat. I changed my unsername to protect the not innocent... me. I have a week to unfuck the apartment or i'll be evicted. depression, anxiety a heat wave and broken ac did me in. How do i post on twitter I could really use this group's support over the next week/ or i am totally fucked. I am new to tumbler so can't figure out how to post on the page! Thanks! N.

OK, folks, we have an unfucker who needs some support!

While you’re doing this (and honestly, good for you for reaching out and making the commitment to doing this!), make sure to take care of yourself and your health. Take plenty of breaks, stay hydrated, check in with your mental state pretty often, and don’t beat yourself up if you get off track a little. Give yourself plenty of rewards, listen to some good music or a favorite podcast, treat yourself gently and kindly, and keep your goal in sight.

You can do this!

Expecting?

Expecting?
[Christian. When were you ready to expect?]

“Which one am I supposed to buy?” Christian grumbled into his phone in English, taking salvation in hoping that the old ahjussi working couldn’t understand him. There was nothing more embarrassing than standing in a convenient store in the middle of the night looking at the various pregnancy test.

“I don’t fucking know Christian” you groaned pacing back and forth in your living room. “I haven’t done this before-just get all of them.”

“All? There’s like thirty different brands. Have you lost your mind?”

“Yes Christian. Yes I have because SOMEBODY may have gotten me pregnant.”

“Chill. I got this” he sighed looking at the shelves “…Hmmm this should be fine right?” He shrugged, grabbing the more inexpensive of the brands and shoving it in the bottom of his basket. There was no way in hell he was going to leave this convenient store with only a pregnancy test in his basket. He grabbed chips, cookies, and drinks. Anything that’ll prolong the clerk from getting to the pregnancy test. “Babe, you want anythin?”

“Yes I want to not be pregnant”

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The Right Way

When John opens his eyes, everything is white and silent.

His first feeling is shock.
Shock over this surreal environment. The sand, the heat, the tanks and the death have disappeared. No screams and no helicopter sounds can be heard. Instead, quiet, friendly voices around him. Birds singing somewhere. Well, outside. Outside where the sun shines. Where there is a daily life. Around him is the smell of disinfectants and mild detergent.

John blinks at the bright light in the room. He realizes he’s in a bed. No narrow, hard cot. It is a large, soft bed. A thick pillow under his head. A blanket pulled up to his chin. It’s warm.

He also notes that he can hardly move. It’s like a heavy weight is pushing him down.
John grunts, and wiggles tentatively with his toes under the blanket. This works very well. But as he tries to lift his head, an unpleasant, throbbing pain passes through his shoulder. At the same time, it occurres to him that he has been shot.
Shot. In Afghanistan.

John lets his head sink back into the pillow and breathes in the cool air in the room.
I was shot …
Pictures before his eyes make him swallow.
Running soldiers, screams, shots, an explosion. A hand on his arm, a whisper, a groan as eyes close forever …
And then the sharp pain as the bullet pierces him. Pain, so much pain, he falls into the sand and he can hear his name. Someones shouting his name …
A moment later it’s all gone.

John knows he’s been taken to a hospital. For the initial treatment. And then. Home.

Home, meaning this hospital.

He sighs, and licks his dry lips. Thirst.
His gaze falls to the side of the wall, where a call button is.
He presses it.
A few minutes later, a young nurse comes into the room. She smiles the certain standard smile, which is so common in a hospital.
“Ah, Dr. Watson, you are awake. Very good. The doctor will want to see your wound soon. Do you need something?”
“Water,” John can only croak with difficulty. And he points his finger vaguely at the bed. “Could you … raise it please?”
“Yes, of course.” The nurse pushes a button on the bed and it slowly lifts. “I’ll bring you water.”
Then she is gone again.

John can see the room better now. And when he looks aside, he sees that he is not alone.
Next to him is another bed. And there is a man in it.
The face half hidden by an oxygen mask.
John can see thick, dark locks. And pale, almost white skin. He judges the man to be in his mid-thirties. He stares at the completely motionless body and swallows. Something is drawing him to this unknown man … something he can not explain. John notes that he is fascinated. Fascinated without really having a reason for it. He shakes his head slightly.

The nurse comes back with a mug and a water bottle.
She pours him water into the mug and John takes it with a still unsteady hand. He drinks, relieved.
Then he says softly, “Who is that?”
The nurse follows his gaze and says with a sad undertone, “Oh, this is Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes. He’s been here for a long time. Almost half a year. He’s in a coma.”
“Ah,” John says, swallowing. Half a year. That’s a long time. “How …?”
“How it happened? He overdosed on cocain. We … well, we can’t ask him, but we think it was a suicide attempt.” She gently shakes her head and takes the empty mug from John. “It’s really a shame. He never gets any visitors. Never. The thought that no one in the world is there for him … Who knows if he will ever wake up again. Perhaps there is simply nothing worth it for … Oye, I talk too much.” She seems a little embarrassed and clears her throat. “If you need anything, just call, ok? The doctor should be here any minute.”
“Thank you. Yes.”
The nurse leaves. John does not look away from the sleeping man in the other bed.

Half a year. No visit.
Jesus.

*
The days pass at a quiet, slow pace, which both soothes and disturbs John.
He is not used to it.
He almost expects to be suddenly torn from the calm routine by a shrill siren. Or suddenly lie back in the hot, bloody sand of the desert.
But of course it doesn’t happen.
Instead, he wakes up around 9 in the morning, receives his breakfast and is examined. The doctor is friendly and passive. Nodding pleased at the sight of John’s wound, while John himself stares at the hole in his shoulder with a growing nausea.
After that, he can only watch TV, or watch Sherlock being fed.
It’s hard to watch.
No reaction comes from the comatose man, when the nurses lift his limbs off the bed to wash him. Turn him to his side. Dress him again.
The motionless body doesn’t resist. It reminds John of a doll. He does not like this thought.
At noon, they bring John food again.
For Sherlock, of course, nothing comes. He is fed artificially.
In the evening, more food. And more TV.
A lot of rest. A little too much, John thinks once, and feels strangely guilty at the thought.
On the third day of this routine, he talks to Sherlock for the first time.
It’s because a James Bond movie is on.
John always liked James Bond.
And that’s what he says.
“This is a good movie. A really good movie. Lots of action. And the women are pretty, the men too,” he says aloud in the room. And laughs. There’s no answer. And he feels a little stupid.

*

After a while, John realizes that he will not get any visitors either.
It’s not really that surprising.
Harry is … well, he doesn’t even know where his sister lives. His mother is dead. And he does not want to see his father. Not that he thinks, his father would want to see him …
Once, he receives a call from the leader of his unit. From Afghanistan. He says something like, “it’s a shame” and “get back on your feet soon”. John doesn’t say much. He only murmurs “Yes, sir” now and then.
His hand is trembling as he holds the phone. A tremor. It hasn’t stopped since he woke up.
He doesn’t get any visitors. Just like Sherlock.
Only the nurses and the doctor enter the room.
“Here we are, huh?” John says to Sherlock while eating his bland soup. “We’re alone together here.”

And then the nightmares start. About the war. About death and pain. About men he could not save. Distorted faces in the dark. Eyes full of despair.
He wakes up in the middle of the night. Heavily breathing. Bathed in sweat.
He moans and sits up with difficulty. Runs a hand over his face.
He looks at Sherlock. Sherlock, who is, as always, motionless in bed. A part of his face lit from the machine that measures his heartbeat.
John swallows. He must … He feels the overwhelming desire to talk to someone. It needs to stop. He can not … Oh, hell, he has no one and it’s not like Sherlock would complain, right?
He clears his throat and begins.

“Well, uh, Sherlock. How do you feel? Um, I hope I didn’t wake you. Sorry, haha, bad joke … I had a nightmare, which is quite obviously, right? Well, uhm, I hope it doesn’t bother you if I just talk a little. Yes. I’ll talk. So make yourself comfortable. Haha.
Sometimes I think I’ve gone the wrong way. I became a doctor because I wanted to help people. And the army … Well, it was just a whim. An idea that me and my friends had. One of them is dead, by the way. Mmh. I … it was not always bad. The training was exhausting though. Sometimes I thought I could not make it. My family was not much help either. My father is an asshole. There is no other word. My sister was thrown out. My mother died. It was all … a mess, you know? Anyway, I’ve been struggling. I wanted to do it. This one thing. And I did it. I’ve become a doctor. I went to Afghanistan and treated soldiers. I’ve seen things that would turn your stomach. Wounds that seemed like death sentences. I’ve looked into hopeless, desperate eyes. Sometimes I saved them. Sometimes I couldn’t.
And the faces of those I could not save, they haunt me now, you know? In my dreams. God. I’m so sorry. I really am … Do you see that? I’m crying. That hasn’t happened for a long time. It seems to make you sentimental when you get a bullet in your shoulder … " 

*

"Thank you for listening to me all the time, Sherlock. All this blabbering must be terrible. I thought about James today. Who that is? Well, good question. We were more than friends. But never more than … no idea. I kissed him. Well. In the desert, watching the sunset. Once. Just once. Do you think that is romantic? Shit, yes. Mabye it is. ”

*
“My middle name is Hamish. I hate it. I mean, who calls their child John Hamish? My father chose my name. There we have it again. This bastard. Hamish. I always avoid telling people that name. So, I guess that makes us mates? Hey, buddy, haha. No. That just sounds wrong. Sorry.”
*
"I can get up today. Great, huh? I feel like an old man. My damn shoulder, my trembling hand … a pretty sad picture I make, huh? ”

“It was not so bad. I mean, I for some reason I’m limping, quite badly, but the fresh air was great. I was down in the park. And imagine, a woman spoke to me. She’s called Mary. She said she’s working here. She is nice. And you know what, I asked her if we could go for a coffee. She said yes. Can I get a ‘well done’? No? All right. ”
*
“Do you know, that you’re pretty? Really, you are. I maybe would have asked you out, if I met you somewhere else before. Oh God, sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I … Maybe I’m just afraid. Because … well. I’ll have to leave here soon, I guess. And I don’t know what to do then …”
*
“Well, that’s it. I … tomorrow I can go. I don’t know exactly where, but I can go. Mmh. I think I’m really scared. Mary said I should do therapy. No idea if that would help. I guess, I can try it. Maybe. Well, I’ll pack my things. You know … you really could wake up to say good-bye to me. It would be nice …”
*
“Surprise! Yes, here I am again. I … I missed you, Sherlock. You’re a good listener, you know? Better than my therapist … So, what happened since I left, tell me, haha.”
*
“I will marry Mary. That’s … yes, that’s good, right? She is … she gives me a certain hold in life. I would not know where else to go. What else could I do? So. We are getting married.”
*
“Oh God. Fuck Hey, Sherlock. I … She’s pregnant. She … she’s really pregnant. Did you hear that? I’m having a baby. I’m going to be a father. I. Can you belive that? No, me neither. I … Oh my God, what am I doing?”
*
“This is not what I wanted, do you hear me Sherlock? That … my God, I can not do that. That’s … That’s not me. Fuck. ”
*
“I love her … Really, I do. I mean, I married her. But … I just do not know what I’m doing. I’m … This is not me. I don’t want a quiet family life in a terraced area. I want … I don’t even really know what I want … But, I hate all of this. I … I thought I was going the right way this time, but that … that’s not what I want. I’m not a family man, Sherlock. ”
*
“You know, Sherlock, you can just wake up once. So … so we could really talk. Because, well … You listen to me here as I talk every day. Aren’t you bored. Jesus. I know it would be a miracle if you woke up. I have … I’ve heard the nurses talking. They’ve given up on you. It would be a miracle. But … I don’t know, maybe you can just make the miracle happen for me? Simply … Oh God, I don’t know what I’m talking about. Good bye, Sherlock. Until tomorrow.”
*
6 weeks later.

“Hello, Dr. Watson. I’m sorry to call you so late, but he … he’s asking for you.”

“Who? Who is asking for me?”

“Sherlock Holmes. The coma patient you have been visiting. He woke up and now he’s asking for you. Very urgently.”

John hurried to the hospital. He doesn’t even notice that he left his cane at home. Until Sherlock points it out. Sherlock, sitting upright in bed, an exhausted, oblique smile on his face.
Sherlock, who says quietly, “Hello, John.”
Sherlock, who steals John’s heart within a second and opens the door to a whole new, completely different story. Who shows John a new way. Which is finally

           the right one. 



This was inspired by this beautiful post of @johnnlocked: AU in which Sherlock is in a coma and John is in the same room.

Corrected by my wonderful beta @bakerstreet-irregular <3

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anonymous asked:

you by far have the best x reader s/o headcannons for you out there. I was wondering if you could do have for the main three about what it would be like/ how they would act if their s/o was a figure skater as well? thanks much and keep being awesome!

hEY Y’ALL IM BACK FROM THE DEAD

aww thank you so much anon! this is so sweet! ♡ i love this request and i was lowkey hoping someone would request it, haha. hope you enjoy them!


{ victor }

  • PROUD BOYFRIEND™
  • he’s gonna brag on you 25/8
  • like just imagine this lil shit in his interviews
  • “victor nikiforov, you have secured another gold medal! how could you explain your feelings right now?” 
  • did you see my darling f/n l/n?? aren’t they beautiful?? that’s my s/o, can you believe it?! neither can i!” vitya this is your interview omg-
  • this boy will drop everything to watch you skate aw
  • he performs just as well when you’re not there, but he always scores slightly higher when he knows you’re in the audience
  • he is s o supportive omg
  • if you ever have a bad skate, he will be the first person to build you back up
  • practicing with victor either is v productive and regimented or extremely unproductive (impromptu makeouts cough) “vitya we need to get this routine down-”
  • if you’re being too hard on yourself he’s always going to encourage you
  • he has so much faith in you that it’s hard to deny when you’re frustrated or feeling down about your talent
  • he will not take the insecurity if you let it talk
  • because he knows how incredible and talented you are, and he wants you to believe it too
  • it might be a little embarrassing when he cheers louder than anyone at your competitions but he loves you ok don’t be too hard on him ♡

{ yuuri }

  • lil baby is your biggest fan
  • he’s not as loud about it but there’s never any doubt in your mind
  • watching you takes his breath away tbh
  • like how is it possible for someone to be as beautiful as you are??? he can’t understand he can’t take it help hIM
  • he comes to every single skate that he can possibly make it to
  • and ofc you’re his inspiration, did you expect anything else???
  • you two can’t go into any competition mad at each other, it messes you both up
  • but when things are good? you two are all anyone will talk about
  • you’re each others rocks; you need the support of each other to really be your best aw
  • when it comes to practicing together, he’s not the most outspoken
  • but he will encourage you to try again, he knows what you’re capable of
  • and he has more faith in you than anybody (the same way you do for him)
  • if you have a bad skate, he’ll just hold your hand and tell you he can’t wait to see how great your next one is
  • and then he’ll take you home and make you dinner while you celebrate your successes, just the two of you
  • y’all are so cute??? he loves you so much ok go skate off into the sunset together

{ yuri }

  • everyone knows that you and yuri have a really teasing and ‘give each other shit all the time’ kind of relationship
  • so no shock, that filters over to skating too
  • yuri is going to brag on you to all of the other skaters
  • “you think that’s a good score? did you even see y/n? their base score is higher than that, and they haven’t even skated yet. don’t even think about the gold medal.”
  • yuri stfu oh my god-
  • he’ll never admit it, but he loves skating 10x more when you’re there to watch him
  • and when he comes to watch you, you always look for him because you know he’s going to deny smiling throughout your whole skate
  • “you’re definitely blushing yuri, i must’ve skated well huh?”
  • “please shut the fuck up and let me be proud of you, y/n.”
  • nothing ever gets done when y’all practice together smh
  • you two are so competitive and it gives yakov headaches 
  • “did you see that combination, y/n? it was way better than yours!” oh yeah you just watch me you little shit-
  • but he loves seeing you actually execute the tricks he challenges you to, and you know it too cause he blushES
  • you guys are literal ice couple goals that’s all 
Keep on Living (chapter 3) Lin Manuel x Reader

Part 3 is finally here and features a Very Angry Lin as requested, thanks to everyone for reading my very first Lin fic.  Part 4 will be up super soon!

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Summary: Your boyfriend is an abusive asshole and you’ve been trying to hide it from Lin and everyone else. After turning up to the Richard Rogers where you work with a black eye and bruised wrists you tell Pippa that you’ve been mugged, but you get the feeling that Lin seems to know what really happened. Lin gets over-protective and you end up feeling really confused. On a night out with with the girls you drunkenly admit to Pippa that you think Lin is cute, and Jasmine records a video messaged standing up to your unknown attacker.

(I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.

To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.)

Warnings - I’m adding a trigger warning for some mentions of emotional and physical abuse.

Word count - 2226

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When you turn your phone on that morning it practically explodes in a flurry of messages.

Jasmine: Hey girl, I heard you called in sick today. Are you still really hungover?

Pippa: Are you ok? I heard you’re sick. Don’t worry, nobody has mentioned the video. Hope you feel better soon xxx

Lin: Apparently you aren’t coming in today so I don’t get to see you? AWFUL! Feel better, we all miss you. I hope you’re ok X

Lin: Dr Miranda prescribes hot sweet tea, a blanket fort, and The Little Mermaid. Take care of yourself please xxx

Lin: If you need anything let me know. I’m gonna be near your apartment today and I can bring round supplies.

Lin: Hey I’m on your block, do you need anything?

Lin: Are you ok? I don’t think you’re ok.

You throw your phone down on the bed. It’s the first time you’ve switched it on in 48 hours since you called Alex and told him you weren’t well enough to come to work. You’re honestly amazed that you still have friends with how anti-social you are being at the moment, but you haven’t been able to face anyone.

You’re surprised that none of Lin’s messages comment on the video Jasmine put on twitter a few nights ago. A video of you drunkenly admitting he was cute, but you’re thankful that he’s choosing to ignore that. Or maybe he never even saw the full video since Pippa took it down straight away.

You head into the theater that morning, grateful that the bruising on your face from last week is now fading. You draw less attention as you walk down the halls now. Lying about a fake mugging had made you feel so uneasy and you were relieved that you could make it to the office you shared with Alex without having to stop and talk about it.

“Hey Y/N , we didn’t expect to see you today!” Alex called cheerfully as you headed into the office. Lin was sitting on the beat up sofa, his laptop in front of him. He jumped up from the sofa, seeming surprised by your presence.

“You’re alive!” He grinned coming over to meet you. He hesitated for second, and there was a moment of awkwardness before he smiled and pulled you into a hug. “We missed you” He said, giving you a squeeze and you held your breath.

“Yeah, I can see!” You said dumping your bag down on the desk and eyeing the pile of paperwork awaiting your attention. “Aww Alex, you shouldn’t have!”

“Oops, yeah sorry about that.” Alex said as he quickly cleared another pile of papers from your chair for you to sit on. “We’ve got 8 new chorus members starting rehearsals on Monday and so the paperwork is sorta piling up.”

“Nah it’s fine” You shrugged, “I’m honestly just so happy to be back, I was getting cabin fever cooped up at home, it was driving me crazy.”

“Oh so that’s why you were ignoring my messages then?” Lin teased.

“Oh, god I’m sorry, I had my phone switched off, I was too sick to focus on a screen.” You were so used to lying now, you were surprised at how naturally it came to you.

“I dropped round a couple of times to see you. Mark said you didn’t want any visitors but I thought I’d keep trying.” Lin’s eyes darkened slightly and he looked at you as though he was trying to figure something out.

“Oh sorry, um yeah, I guess I must have been really out of it. I’m sorry” You once again found yourself unable to make eye contact with him as you deflected his concern. “You didn’t miss much much tho, just a sweatier sicklier me drowning in a sea of tissues and cough syrup, you dodged a bullet there.” You grinned weakly.

Lin’s eyes softened as he accepted your lie and he clapped his hands, snapping you out of the awkwardness.

“Well! Since you’ve been ignoring me, Me and Lac have been hatching a plan for Ham 4 Ham today. You in?”

Alex chuckled to himself “Don’t say yes to anything until he’s told you his plans.” He gathered his folders from his desk and headed out, leaving you alone with an over excited Lin.

“Ignore him.” Lin grinned, “You’re gonna love this. Or maybe you’ll hate this, I don’t know.”

You rolled your eyes and prepared for the worst. Your afternoons were often filled with vetting Lin’s ideas for new Ham4Ham shows. Some of which were brilliant, some of which were not, and thankfully between you and Alex, you could try and steer Lin in the right direction.

“Ok, so how well do you know Backstreet Boys?”

You laughed so hard you actually snorted. You held your hand up to your mouth, still laughing. “I’m sorry, that was NOT what I was expecting you to say at all”

Lin raised his eyebrows in mock indignation. “ I would NEVER joke about the Backstreet Boys” he exclaimed.

Lin went on to explain his idea for staging a performance of Backstreet’s Back complete with choreography for this afternoon’s Ham4Ham.

“Look, if you need me to show you the moves then all you had to do is ask” you laughed

“Ha! You know I love the fact that you spent all of senior year practicing Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation in your bedroom, I’m not doubting your skills, but we had a run through yesterday and I think we’re gonna be ok.” He chided while biting his lip.

The fact that he’d remembered your high school Janet Jackson obsession made you beam. It was something you’d geekily admitted on your very first day in rehearsals with him. Why? Because being around Lin brought out embarrassing admissions of your geeky obsessions, and he never mocked. His eyes had grown big and his face lit up in excitement and and he’d waved his arms in the air exclaiming “Me too!”. And from that moment onwards you knew you were in the right place. The fact that he’d remembered this little detail strangely gave you butterflies and you smiled to yourself.

You held your hands up “Ok ok, so you don’t need my dancing skills then.”

“No but we do need some accompaniment” Lin smiled.

“Fine!” You said, secretly happy to have something more fun to work on than the piles of paperwork Alex had left for you.

“I’ll get the melodica, hey give me a hand will you?”

You gestured up to a crate on the top of the bookshelves in your office marked ‘Ham4Ham gear.’ The crate was full of toy musical instruments, a set of megaphones, props, and some bits of costumes. It had become more of a lost and found box of novelty items which Lin and Alex added to weekly, as each Ham4Ham got more adventurous and silly.

You pulled over a chair to stand on which wobbled. Lin grabbed the chair to hold it in place as you climbed up.

“Shit!”

The chair immediately swayed and Lin put his other hand out holding your waist to stop you falling off. You gasped, not expecting his hands, you flinched slightly and wondered if Lin had noticed.

“You ok?”

“Yeah,thanks. Sorry this chair is a piece of shit” you laughed nervously. You noticed his hand remained on your waist. Your skin tingled and you swallowed nervously.

You stretched out your arm trying to grab the crate which was just out of reach when Lin yelled “Fuck!”.

Lin’s hands had disappeared from your waist and you looked down at him, his eyes were wild, and he stepped back from the chair. He was staring at you. Staring at your waist. You looked down and noticed your shirt had ridden up above your stomach as you’d reached up. You quickly pulled down your shirt and stepped down from the chair. It was too late. He’d seen it.

“Fuck!” Lin said, this time in a whisper.

You looked at the floor. You couldn’t look at him. No, no, no. Not now. 

“Show me.” Lin said, breathlessly. He was still staring at your waist.

“Lin, please, I can’t.” You shook your head in a panic.

He looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth tensed. “Show me” He commanded.

You gulped, it’s like you had forgotten how to breathe. His eyes never left yours and there was nothing left for you to do but show him.

Slowly you reached down, grabbing the corner of your shirt, nervously pulling it up to reveal your stomach and looking away. Lin gasped, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

Your stomach was blue and purple. An enormous bruise covered your belly, your waist and stretched round to your back. The bruise on your face from the previous week had faded, this was brand new, shiny, and dark.

You forced yourself to look at Lin who was still studying your skin in shock, you felt naked and exposed and you pulled your shirt down. Lin still stared at your waist through your clothes, unable to look away. Wispy strands of hair had fallen loose from his pontytail and hung in his eyes, you noticed his arms were locked by his side, his hands gripped tightly into fists.

“It wasn’t a mugging was it?” He said quietly

You shook your head, tears in your eyes and you tried to hold yourself together. You’d been trying not to fall apart all week, but you could feel yourself on the verge of unravelling.

“Who did this?” Lin asked, his mouth open in shock, his eyes set in anger, He already knew.

“I can’t.. Please I can’t do this now.”

“Who did this?” He asked again, his face darkened like thunder.

You couldn’t speak. You could barely breathe. You reached out to hold the chair to steady yourself.

“It was Mark wasn’t it?” Lin’s voice cracked.

You swallowed hard and closed your eyes. You nodded your head and a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Fuck.” Lin whispered.

“Lin I’m sorry, I couldn’t.. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. I’m sorry…”

Lin cut you off, he started shaking his head, pushing back his hair into his messy ponytail with both hands. His eyes were wild and he began muttering under his breath, violently spitting out a rapid mixture of English and Spanish, the hatred and anger flashing across his face.

“Fuck. Fucking motherfucker! No I’m gonna kill him…Hijo de puta…Mark es un maldito cabron…I fucking knew it!…Voy a matarlo… Hijo de la gran puta… Es una mierda!”

“Lin, please!” You begged, biting back tears and trying not to lose it.

Your voice brought him back and he stopped to look at you. He saw the panic in your face and the tears you’d tried so hard to keep in now falling freely down your cheeks and he took a breath.

“I’m sorry” He said shaking his head, his eyes softened realizing how scared you looked. “I’m sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around you, placing his hand gently on the back of your head and you finally allowed yourself to fall apart. Your face pressed into his shoulder and you sobbed, and you felt like you wouldn’t stop. He stroked your hair, holding you together.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, que sepas que estoy aquí “ he said in a soft soothing voice. It was a while before you could breathe. You steadied yourself and pulled away, embarrassed by the damp patch you’d left on his hoodie. You reached out for the chair to sit down while Lin grabbed you a box of tissues from the desk.

“You knew didn’t you?” You asked after a deep breath.

Lin puffed his cheeks and sighed while shaking his head.

“I don’t know… I thought I knew. I mean, I didn’t want to believe it. I just knew something was wrong. I knew there was more to the mugging but I didn’t know what, and I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.”

“He told me nobody would believe me if I tried to tell anyone what he’d done. He said I deserved it. He said…” Your voice broke, you weren’t ready to go into detail yet.

Lin knelt down in front of you, placing one hand over yours, and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ears as he spoke.

“You did not deserve this. I believe you.” He spoke slowly and gently. There was still a rage behind his eyes, but his voice was calm and soothing. You stared blankly at him. You didn’t have words. You smiled faintly and nodded.

“All this because of that stupid video” You muttered.

Lin looked at you puzzled.

“Jasmine uploaded this dumb video of us from the other night. We were drunk. In the video she basically recorded this big fuck you message to whoever attacked me. Mark said we were laughing at him, that we humiliated him and…”

You trailed off, leaving out the part where Mark had also seen you drunkenly admit on camera that you thought Lin was cute. How he’d called you a slut and a whore that evening, how he’d told you this was your punishment.

Lin begain muttering under his breath in Spanish again “…Hijo de puta” His face hardened and he shook his head, clutching your hand tighter.

“You did not deserve this.” He repeated, his voice firm and his eyes darkened.

You nodded silently and he gently traced small circles with his thumb across your hands.

You sniffed and wiped your eyes, breathing deep and trying to focus.

“Alex is gonna be back soon, I’ve got to get it together.”

You stood up and flattened down your hair. You needed to slip back into the role of someone who has their shit together. Even if it was just for a day.

“Y/N I don’t think you should be at work, this is too much.”

“No this is exactly what I need right now, I need to keep busy, I need to work, I need to not think about this for a day.”

Lin sighed, scraping back more strands of hair from his face. “Ok. But we haven’t finished talking about this yet, and you aren’t going home tonight.”

Panic flashed in your eyes. “If I don’t go home tonight he’ll know something is wrong. He’ll kill me! I think he’ll actually kill me.” Your voice sounded small, you barely recognized yourself.

“No.” He said with a resigned look in his eyes. “You’re coming home with me tonight. You are safe. He’s not coming near you again. I promise.”

———-

Part 4 is coming soon here! and then I’m gonna write some smut, I swear!

Super Big Brother- [edited]

Characters/Pairing: Daddy!Dean x Pregnant!Reader, Henry (OC)

Word count: 885

Warnings: Fluff, lots of it, maybe the slightest pinch of angst

Summary: It’s Dean and the reader’s second child. They have to tell their first what is going on. (Promp #44 of “60+ Dean x Pregnant!reader Prompts”@deanwinchesterxreader )

A/N: This is another editions from my personal collection, the reason I’m re-doing these is because of the babby fever taking over me, and the best way not to give in to it is writing about it, or in this case edit an old fic.

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Super Big Brother


“Ok then,” you sigh and Dean nods rapidly as he speaks. “We’ll go straight to the point. We need to be direct with him, he’s a big boy.”

“Yeah,” you agree a little out of breath. “He can take it, right?” Dean eyes widen in doubt and your shoulders drop. “What if he can’t take it? Oh my goodness, he’s still a baby. My baby. This is all a mistake.”

You start to hyperventilate, Dean’s quick to rub your arms up and down. “Look at me,” he says in a sweet voice, you comply. “Is gonna be fine, he’s gonna be fine.” He bites his lower lip and you wonder how did you get so lucky.

“Okay, we’re telling him and we’ll answer any question he has.” Taking a deep breath you look back into Dean’s eyes. “What kind of questions can a three year-old make, huh?”

Dean shrugs, his arms let go of you and he pushes away from the kitchen table he’d been leaning on. You follow his lead and start walking behind him out the kitchen and down the hall.

“Wait!” you shout and run back to the kitchen, Dean stands in the middle of the corridor dumbfounded.

“Uh, sweetheart?” Dean takes a few steps your way when you rush out the door almost bumping into him, sippy cup with chocolate milk in one hand, a plate with some homemade oatmeal cookies in the other.

“Let’s go.” You nod ahead for him to lead the way one more time.

Dean’s eyes on the plate and he goes for one of the cookies. He groans when you smack his hand away away. “They’re not for you! You can have one later, I made a whole tray today.”

Dean grins like a three year-old and you roll your eyes.

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'Supergirl': Jeremiah's Return Divides Danvers Sisters

Jeremiah Danvers returns during Monday’s episode of Supergirl — but not everyone will be happy about that.

Kara (Melissa Benoist) and Alex (Chyler Leigh) are divided after Jeremiah (Dean Cain) suddenly and mysteriously returns from Cadmus. After all, Kara had basically rescued Jeremiah when she, herself, was trapped in Cadmus, but he declined to leave with them. So why is he here now?

“Immediately, it’s just a joyous occasion that I think blinds them to a threat there because he was gone for so long that they don’t know what happened to him while he was with Cadmus, so there’s conflict,” Benoist says. “One of them is adamant that he’s innocent, and that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone. The other is more suspicious, so there’s some butting heads.”

It’s probably not hard to guess which role each of the sisters take. “They haven’t seen Jeremiah in over a decade, so Alex almost goes back to seeing daddy again,” Leigh says. “They’ve wanted to find him, so the prospect of it actually happening and then him coming is this crazy, emotional, amazing ride.”

But it’s unclear whether Jeremiah can be trusted, with Mon-El (Chris Wood) being the first to actually point that out. “Mon-El is more suspicious about Jeremiah coming back, and that pushes Kara into going, ‘OK, he raises some questions,‘” Leigh says. “Kara says, ‘Maybe we need to vet this out a little more before diving straight in,’ but Alex is like no holds barred, she’s like, ‘No, dad’s back, this is it, family is family, ride or die.’ It does divide them a bit because Alex believes so wholeheartedly that he’s completely innocent and just wants to be a part of things.”

Jeremiah’s return provides for a sweet family reunion, in which both Alex and Kara are able to introduce their respective significant others — which is especially daunting for Alex. “It’s one of these moments where you see Alex, one by one, having to cross this road and see how people react,” Leigh says. “She hasn’t seen him in over a decade and, ‘Guess what? I’m gay!’ It’s great. His reaction is so wonderful. It’s a great, sweet, endearing moment: ‘OK, I’m being accepted for where I am.'”

Whether Jeremiah can be trusted or not, Cadmus is still very much a lingering threat. “There’s continuing attempts to just rid the planet of aliens — mass exodus of anyone that’s different on Earth, they want them out,” Benoist says. “Their threat is really ominous, and also, I think, quite relevant to things that are happening in the world, which I’m proud of this show for. Lillian Luthor is a constant dark cloud over National City for everyone at the DEO.”

Supergirl airs Mondays at 8 p.m. ET on The CW.

Lena calls Kara for some help

Kara, Alex and Maggie are at Alex’s place for an evening of tacos and binge-watching the new season of House of Cards on Netflix. Kara’s phone rang and she checks the caller i.d.

K: *standing up* it’s Lena. Don’t pause the show, I’ll be right back.
K: *stepping into the bathroom, shutting the door* Hey
A&M: *can kinda hear Kara, but it doesn’t bother them*
K: Oh damn…yeah…
K: can’t you call…
K: Have you tried watching videos?
K: of course I will help you. I was just wondering…
K: no, I can’t come right now, I’m at my sister’s place.
K: no its fine. I’ll walk you through this. Just do everything I say. OK?
K: I know you don’t take orders, but if you want me to help then you need to listen. First, fold a towel and get on your knees.
K: the towel is so you don’t hurt your knees, Lena. OK, now slide it in, but go slow at first.
A&M: *glance at each other*
K: ok good, now turn the end of it. How you doing? Is it tight?
K: slide it out…now back in. Again. Again.
A&M: *look at each other, eyes wide, both scramble up off the couch to listen at the door*
K: how’s it feel?
K: how wet are you now?
A: *snorts*
K: I know you would rather I was doing it, but can’t. OK, pull it out and slide it back in again, deeper. Again. Again. Faster.
K: That’s it. Good girl.
A&M *staring at each other, mouthing things like OH MY GOD and HOLY SHIT*
K: I know…I heard. You did such a good job! See? I knew you could take orders.
K: Ok. Now take a hot shower. I’ll see you tomorrow.
K: *opens bathroom door and jumps at Maggie and Alex standing there* fuckwhatareyouguysdoingthere?!?!
A&M: *simultaneously* What the fuck was that?
K:*confused* what? Lena needed me, but we are having a night in, so I helped her out over the phone.
A:*shocked* since when are you and Lena…so close?
M:(arms crossed, grinning) go little Danvers!
K:*looking between Alex and Maggie* what is wrong with you guys? We’re friends. Why are you acting so surprised?
A: Friends with some serious benefits!
K:(more confused) well yeah, I guess so. But she’s amazing and I’m Supergirl so yeah, there are lots benefits. We help each other from time to time
A&M: (staring)
K: What? It’s not a big deal guys.
A: yes, Kara. It is a big deal.
K: I was just helping her snake her drain.
M:(chokes)
A: Kara! Are you serious?
K: yes! what the hell is wrong with you guys?!
A: just call it sex like normal people!
K: (realization dawning) Her tub was clogged…as in the water wouldn’t drain…the plumber couldn’t come out until tomorrow…so I walked her through using the snake so unclog it.

Bittersweet

» Part one

Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams


Author: amsimaria
Word count: 10K
Feature: Jimin x Reader (mentions of other Bts members)
Genre: Angst/slight Fluff (Rated M)
Warnings: Violence, Mentions of sexual acts, Punk Jimin, Depression, Swearing, Addiction, Soft drugs use, (Eventual smut, not in this part).

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anonymous asked:

Hiyaa!! Can I pls request for a bts reaction to accidentally hurting their gf's feelings? (Angst with a fluffy ending pls) thank you 💛💛💛

BTS To Accidentally Hurting Theirs Girlfriends Feelings

To the anon who had requested this, towards the end I realized you had put accidentally, I think how I wrote it I made it still be an accident but I’m not sure I hope you still like it though and maybe you can comment on this or contact me to let me know how I did, because I was really worried rather this is up to your expectations or not.

A/N: Warning is probably the longest reaction post I have ever done joesonghamnida(I’m sorry) (シ_ _)シ  
(also sorry for errors I didn’t proof read this beast yet)
P.S. Don’t take it personal if one member has a longer text then someone else since I try to think about their personalities and how they would really act someone of them get shorter answers because I believe that’s how it’d be.

Jin:

What Happened:

The two of you were hanging out in the dorms playing mario kart “haha I win again” Jin cheered doing a victory dance in your face. “Yah! No need to rub it in” you pouted crossing your arms in front of your chest like a little kid. “Hehe I’m just joking jagiya” he laughed standing up “ah it’s been so long since we were able to spend time like this, what else do you want to do?” he asked heading into the kitchen.

“I’m ok with whatever you want to do, say got anything to eat?” you asked hearing your stomach grumbled in the need for something to eat. “I’ll make something you can lay down if you want I’ll call you when it’s ready” taking his word you went into his room and sat on his bed, Looking around you giggled spotting his mario collection “aww that’s soo cute” you squealed getting closer to the shelf.

“Hey what’s that up there?” you stood up on your tippy toes reaching for the shiny object “almost..” you mumble pressing yourself more onto the shelf in hopes to grab it. Little did you know that the shelf and the figures on it were wobbling, about to come down. “I’m done-What are you doing?!” you heard jin yell which had startled you after you had quickly grabbed the shiny toy you fell, your loss of gravity from force of pulling the object off had caused the whole collection to come down.

Jin rushed over to his fallen shelf in shock “What did you do?” you frowned “I’m sorry I didn’t mean-” before you could finish he had cut you off. “GET OUT! YOU’RE SO CLUMSY (Y/N)! I SHOULDN’T HAVE INVITED YOU HERE!” his voice boomed throughout the room. “But Jin I said-”  “just leave!”

How You Made Up:
A whole week had passed since you and Jin had last spoke and the mario collection crumbled had happened. You didn’t bother going back to the dorms anymore to apologize, simply because whenever you did he would shoo you away or another member would say he wasn’t home or he was busy. You walked with both hands in your pockets as you kicked a stone down the sidewalk, passing many shops as you were about to head home, but paused when one shop had caught your attention that shop being the nintendo store.

Smiling you reached for you wallet before heading into said shop “maybe I can buy him everything that broke, this way he’ll have to forgive me” you chirped eyeing around the store. Your happy spirits were soon going south for your search with certain items weren’t available “what am I going to do now” you sighed with your head down. Not paying attention to where you were going you had bumped into someone “oh I’m sorry I should have-”  “(Y/n)?!” the stranger had cut you off. “Jin!” you said with equal amount of surprise “what are you doing here?” you both said in unison. “You first” you told him.

He nodded “I felt really bad with what happened last week, I was hoping to come buy you a princess peach..because you’re my princess peach in my castle..” he mumbled cheeks turning red “but they didn’t have any so..”  you smiled some “I wanted to restore your collection, but they don’t have what you had…and I’m really sorry I didn’t mean for those to break” you looked down “sorry you’re stuck with a clumsy person like me” you sniffled.

He quickly pulled you into his embrace “Ani! Don’t apologize, you don’t have to apologize to me any more. I should be the one apologizing…I’m really sorry for yelling at you like that (y/n) you know I didn’t mean it right?” he asked with some hope “you really scared me” you spoke truthfully. “I won’t ever raise my voice like that to you ever again I promise. I didn’t mean to scare you” you finally returned his hug along with giving him a quick kiss on the lips “all is forgiving..prince Jin” you giggled.

Suga:

What Happened:
Suga finally had a free day off and the two of you decided to spend it together since it was so rare for him to have a day off especially towards the beginning of their comeback. What you thought would be a peaceful day turned to be the opposite since suga decide to bring you to the studio it was a odd place for a date you thought at first,but it wasn’t a  date at all he was just working on a song the whole time which made you upset.

“Can’t you stop working for just a second and pay attention to me” you pouted in annoyance
“Can’t you stop complaining”
“I would if you’d just spend a little time with me”
This had caused him to snap at you “spend time with you?! I always spend time with you and all you do is complain I thought you’d understand,and maybe if you helped me I’ll be done faster, but all you’re doing is whining and it’s really annoying I can’t concentrate..you want someone to spend time with you how about you spend time with the maknae, because I’m sick of this!”

You were shocked at his response and frankly quite hurt, your eyes began to get cloudy due to your tears. “If that’s how you really feel then, I won’t bother you anymore since I’m such a nuisance I’ll just leave you to your work then!” when he saw tears start to roll down your face he’d instantly feel guilty “wait (y/n) I didn’t mean-” but it was too late, for you had already stormed off.

How You Made Up:
Since he felt bad about blowing up on you, he thought about how you must have felt, just because he was an idol didn’t give him the right to completely blow you off all the time that would mean being in a relationship was pointless. Closing his laptop and turning off his computer he went to the nearest flower shop and picked up some pink/white roses your favorite, along with some caramel chocolate. You were sitting in the dorms living room watching a music video, your knees pulled up to your face, your eyes were puffy from crying “pabo yoongi..” you mumbled seeing the couple in the MV share a kiss. You were so busy feeling sad that you didn’t hear footsteps proceed over to you, covering your eyes you heard someone whisper “guess who” you knew it was yoongi,but decide to not say right away “could it be my best friend in the whole wide world one that actually likes to spend time with me more than my boyfriend does…jungkook?” at that he quickly removed his hands from your eyes “ouch” he mumbled before walking in front of you “I know you must be mad at me, but I wanna make it up to you” he gave you the flowers and chocolates he had bought. “I’m sorry I should have thought more about your feelings, I’ll try to spend more time with you, please don’t be mad/sad anymore” you sighed hugging him “I forgive you, I guess I can learn to not be so clingy, after all it mustn’t be easy having to make your own songs” the two of you hugged it out in the end. (^.^)

Rap Monster:

What Happened:
You sat at your room staring at your laptop you had debated rather or not you should call him since he was away for tour and must be super busy, but even though your mind was telling you too just wait your heart was saying something else and without realizing it you had clicked the green little call button it was already ringing and you knew there was no turning back now.

“Damn it who is calling me now!” you heard a voice say over the mic
“H-hi namjoon..” you stuttered out now feeling guilty for calling him all of a sudden “(y/n)?” his eyes widen for a brief moment “why are you calling me?” he raised a brow and for a brief moment you thought you saw him glaring at you, but shook it off. “I just missed you is all” you blushed a small smile coming you your lips “because you missed me? (Y/n) we made a deal that when I’m on tour you only call me for emergencies not because you miss me” he sighed irritated “i-i’m sorry I just-” but you were cut off by him.

“When I’m on tour I have very important work to do, I have to practice for the concerts and as the leader make sure everyone is doing what their suppose to, I don’t have time to chat with you because you “miss me” do you understand” not giving you the chance to say anything else he had hung up. You stared at the now black screen and seeing your reflection you saw that tears were running down your face ‘huh, when did those get their?’ you sniffled, you were hurt because he had never been this harsh towards you and no matter if he was away or not he always made time for you. You laid in your bed covering yourself in your big fluffy blanket.

How You Made Up:
You had drifted off to sleep from crying so much, a few hours had passed until you had woken up thanks to your laptop ringing signalling that someone was trying to call you, groaning you opened your eyes and checked the time on your phone “mmh it’s 1 in the morning who could be calling?” you questioned yourself before getting out of bed. Opening your laptop you were surprise to see who was calling you “nam-namjoon” you mumbled staring at your screen dumbfounded. After what had happened earlier you thought for sure you wouldn’t be hearing from him anytime soon.

Looking over by his username you saw that he had tried to call you 3 times and had left 10 messages to you, deciding not to keep him waiting anylonger in fear he’ll snap at you once more you quickly clicked the accept button. “Namjoon..” you whispered out seeing his face appear on the screen. He held up his hand “don’t say anything..I mean…if you will just hear me out..” he spoke. You nodded your head “look I know what I said to you was wrong, and I apologize for blowing up on you like that, it’s just this comeback is really having me on edge, but that still shouldn’t be an excuse for my behavior towards you I should have never spoke to you like that” he looked down in shame.

You stared at him for a little bit “I should have known better than to contact you in the middle of your tour I’m such an idiot…” you felt like crying all over again for some reason, but what he said next had made you smile pushing that sad feeling away. “No you’re not an idiot I am, what kind of man snaps at his lady just because she misses him, this idiot right here that’s who and I’m really sorry for doing that…do you think you can forgive this idiot?” you giggled nodding your head “I forgive you, and even if you say you’re an idiot you’re my idiot” he smiled “I got to go now, but I’ll try to call you tomorrow, I love you, sleep well”

Jhope:

What Happened:

You were so happy to finally able to spend a day with your precious hope, since you knew he has been working hard lately and for his hard work PD-nim finally decided to grace the boys with a few days off to chill, spend time with their loved ones or just hang around the dorms and be lazy. You had reached the dorms in record time, not needing to knock because the boys had gave you a spare key to the place, you entered excited to finally have some alone time with your boyfriend.

“Hobi~ I’m here” you yelled gleefully, while taking off your shoes, heading deeper inside the place you noticed it was a little too quiet. “Hobi?” you questioned looking all around the place, he wasn’t in the kitchen, his room, living room it was like he had gone up and disappeared. You checked your phone on more time making sure he for sure wanted you to be here. ‘Yeah, as I thought  he told me to meet here at the dorms’ you frowned sitting down on the couch.

You don’t know how long you were waiting for him, but the alarm on your phone had ringed signaling it was time to head home and get to work. You woke up with a yawn escaping your mouth, letting out a sigh you stood up “(y/n)?” you heard a voice call to you, looking in the direction of the voice you frowned even more “what are you doing here?” it was hoseok, and by the looks of it he had been practice due to his sweaty attire. “Well I did come here to spend some alone time with you but..” you bent down slipping on your shoes about to speak up he had beat you too it “well wait don’t go let me take a quick shower and we can spend some time together” he smiled.

You sighed once more standing back up as you had finally put on your shoes, grabbing your purse from the door handle you shook your head “I can’t do that I have work now” this wasn’t the first time he had blown you off to practice when the two of you were suppose to hang out “well how about tomorrow then” you shook your head once more “No you’ll just keep practicing like you always do and I’ll be left here waiting” he frowned “you know I have to-”  “no you don’t!” you cut him off “How much longer do I have to see you push yourself?…until you collapse of exhaustion? No I don’t think so”
Hoseok: “You know it’s not easy for me either”
You: “And what does that mean, huh?” sass clear in your tone
Hoseok: “It’s not easy dating someone who isn’t an Idol, you wouldn’t understand”
Hurt you looked down “so what..you don’t think I understand?” he nodded his head “how could you? This isn’t your world (y/n)” with that said you ran out the place with tears in your eyes.

How You Made Up:
It had been days since you and hoseok, talked after him completing making you feel like you weren’t important in his life. To help cheer yourself up you had walked to a nearby ice cream truck “one mint chocolate chip ice cream cone please” you had said in unison with someone that had arrived at the same time you had to the truck. “Two mint chocolate chips coming up” the guy in the truck spoke letting out a chuckle.

“I’m sorry you should have been first” you apologized bowing towards the stranger “(y/n)?!” you looked up in surprise to see him here. “Ho-hoseok..what are you doing here?” you asked standing up. “I didn’t feel right, with what I had said to you a few days ago and I wanted to make things right, and I Had this big thing I was going to do starting with getting you your favorite ice cream and then a picnic, but I didn’t think you’d be here and then we both ordered the same flavor and now I’ve gone and told you almost everything so I guess I should really shut up now, huh?” he chuckled scratching the back of his head.

You stared at him blankly before laughing while holding your side “ahahah” he stared at you in confusion “ahah oh no I’m sorry it’s just that” you giggled a little “I was mad, but after hearing all of that keke I can’t stay mad at you” you smiled wiping a tear from your eye from laughing so hard. Even though you had found it funny hoseok pulled you into a hug “I really am sorry you know, I didn’t mean to say that, I know you understand, heck you must understand more than anyone, I’m really thankful for you ya know (y/n)” he whispered in the crook of your neck.

Jimin:

What Happened:
You were going to see Jimin since he was finally done with his comeback, and you finally had a day off work the timing couldn’t be more perfect. “Jiminie surprise~!” you chirped walking into the boys dorm. The room was filled with people whose attention was now focused on you. You blushed feeling embarrassed for shouting when it seemed like every BTS member and staff was there everyone expect your boyfriend. “Um.. I’m sorry” you slowly spoke backing up some “I must be interrupting you guys..I-I should come back-” before you could say anymore a voice had cut in stopping you from continuing your sentence “(Y/n)?!”

It was Jimin, he had walked in “what-what are you doing here?” he seemed very shock to see you here in their dorm just out of the blue. “I got off from work and your off from the comeback…so I thought maybe I could surprise you…” you spoke awkwardly still feeling everyone’s eyes on you “..surprise!…” you mumbled out softly. Jimin had asked everyone to leave so he could talk to you in private “I have some good news, so you don’t have to leave” he smiled some “how would you feel about going public?” you frowned your brows looking at him in confusion “public..?” he simply nodded his head “our relationship, announcing it to everyone” you looked down shaking your head. “What’s wrong with how we are now?” you asked looking up at him through your lashes.

Jimin gave a pity chuckle for a second “I thought you would want this, you make it seems like you’re cheating on me” he spoke combing his bangs upwards. You didn’t say anything which made him frown “(y/n)? You’re not cheating on me right?” you looked at him somewhat panicked “..you know I wouldn’t” you say softly, but he wasn’t having it “wow I can’t believe you, ya know so many people would die to be in your position and you go and cheat behind my back…I didn’t think you were like that but I guess I was wrong” not letting you get a word in he stormed off to his room.

How You Made Up:
A day after you and Jimin’s little talk, you finally decided to talk to him “why did you invite me here? Nonetheless with all this people around?” he asked adjusting his face mask while taking a seat across from you. “Jiminie, I only rejected going public with you, not because I’m cheating on you, but because I’m scared..” you told him honestly, tears now coming to your eyes “I didn’t think you would react that way..I’m sorry” you bowed your head towards him, which caused others in the cafe to give questioning looks at the two of you.  He chuckled nervously “you don’t have to bow towards me (y/n) raise your head” he whispered, looking around the cafe before back at you “and don’t apologize I shouldn’t have just assumed such things about you, you’re my girl gosh damn it, I've must have been crazy to ever say something like that to you, I’m sorry jagiya” he took hold of your hand and stared into your eyes lovingly.

You smiled a look of relief coming to your face “Well, I didn’t just invite you here to apologize to you..” you spoke standing up out of your chair. Jimin looked at you with curious eyes “what are you doing?” he asked “trust me” you whispered “excuse me everyone can I have your attention please” you raised you voice, now having everyone in the cafe look at you. “This man right here” she pointed at him “this man is the love of my life, I wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world and I think it’s about time we went public…I’M DATING PARK JIMIN!” you blushed saying the end part the loudest. Jimin looked at you with shock “(y/n)..” he smiled standing up, he quickly pulled you into a hug “you didn’t have to do that for me” he whispered in the crook of you neck “I wanted to” you whispered to him “I love you so much” he told you planting many kisses on you, which made everyone in the cafe clap and applaud the two of you.

V(Taehyung):

What Happened:
He was never the type to get mad easily at someone let alone blow up on anyone verbally, but here the two of you were in the back room of the fansign event that would be taking place in just a few minutes from now. “I don’t understand why you’re so upset about this (y/n) you’re my girlfriend not them, plus it’s A.R.M.Y you know they won’t try anything” he defend, that’s what irritated you, he seemed to always take the fans sides, when one fan had gotta extremely close and extra touchy, he went on about that’s a close longtime fan of bangtan and how she was going to be sad because she couldn’t see them for awhile, but you knew you could tell after all what fan kisses an idol who is taken?

“That’s the problem Tae, you’re too nice to them, when you do that they’ll just take advantage because they know you won’t do anything about it” you huffed crossing your arms over your chest. Taehyung frowned, a look of disappoint coming to his face also with anger. “You shouldn’t be jealous, what do you even mean take advantage? Are you saying I’m some kind of doormat? Because that’s not even true. Or is it you think I may just run off with one of them” he smirked. “Yah! Don’t say that!” you frowned now feeling more sad than mad. Taehyung continued to smirk and gave a look almost as if he was thinking about it. You huffed, your cheeks turning red and eyes filling with tears you turned away from him right as a staff member had entered signaling it was time to start.

How You Made Up:
‘Maybe I should tease her some more, that’ll teach her to think so low of me’ he chuckled grabbing an album to sign, he smiled deciding to turn on his charm on full blast. You stayed in the back with the staff,but still made sure you were mostly hidden, your eyes focusing on Taehyung. You glared at him seeing him talk so friendly to the fan, but that glare was soon wiped off your face and replaced with a look of hurt as you saw the fan had interlocked her hand with his, they smiled and continued to talk so buddy buddy with each other “Taehyung-oppa~!” she squealed after he had whispered something into her ear sending her a wink, he looked back at you to see your reaction, but it wasn’t the one he was hoping to see.

He frowned seeing you cry silent tears as you stared at him, the two of you made eye contact and for a second it felt like no one else was around. He quickly broke contact turning back around to look at the fan, how was glaring at you before showing a fake smile when Taehyung had looked her. Removing his hand from hers he excused himself, while walking over to you. “Come here..” he said softly taking your wrist in his hand and bringing you further back so no one could see the two of you.

“Did I really hurt you this much” he mumbled cupping your face while his thumb softly wiping away your tears, you just sniffled looking down “I’m sorry (y/n) I was only teasing I didn’t mean for this to happen” he whispered resting his forehead against yours “don’t cry anymore please, I won’t be as intimate with them anymore..please don’t cry anymore” you sniffled one last time “y-you mean it, I didn’t mean to come off so possessive/clingy I’m sor-” but before you could finish his lips met yours “don’t apologize, you’re my number one lady, I should be giving you all my attention” he spoke before diving back into your lips for another kiss.

Jungkook:

What Happened:
The two of you were chilling at the dorms just enjoying each others company, he was playing overwatch while you were on your phone, occasionally looking up to watch him play, as you were looking down at your phone you saw that you had gotten a notification on soompi, you clicked it ‘I wonder who they’ll be talking about this time’ you giggled , it was your favorite past time to read celebrity drama, but you would never believe it since you knew they always spun the story to catch more readers such as yourself.

Your eyes had widen when you saw it was about jungkook, pulling the phone closer to your face, the headline read ‘BTS Jungkook In A Relationship With One Of His Fans!’ at first you thought nothing of it, thinking they were talking about you, since you technically were one of his fans, but as you scrolled down what you thought would be cute pictures of the two of you, was pictures of him with someone else, they seemed a little to close than what you would consider appropriate for a idol-fan relationship “jungkook-ah” you spoke out deciding to confront him on this. “Hm” he hummed. “Why am I reading on the blogs that you are in a relationship with a fan?” you asked your tone giving away you were not pleased.

“Babe, you’re my fan, and we’re in a relationship haha” he chuckled “then what’s this?” you acted dumb while showing him your phone. “Jagiya you shouldn’t believe everything you see” you had gotten mad because it didn’t seem like he was trying to deny the pictures “I know you love your fans and all, but doesn’t that seem a bit much..”sneaking out to see her”” you quoted from the article. “Oh my gosh! You gotta be kidding me? Are you seriously going to be that kind of girlfriend? What, next your going to tell me I should stop attending fansigns? You should really stop looking at those dumb blogs and stop feeling so insecure about yourself (y/n)..it’s not very attractive!” you were hurt, and also mad “well excuse me for being that kind of girl!” with that said you stormed off, before he could see you cry.

How You Made Up:
Once you had stormed out, he continued playing his game, but it only lasted for a few minutes for while he was playing, it had finally hit him what exactly he just did to you. He paused the game no longer feeling in the mode to play anymore knowing he had hurt your feelings. Knocking on the door to his room he called for you, when you didn’t answer he slowly opened it “I’m coming in (y/n)…” he scanned the room for your figure, but was confused when he didn’t see you “that’s odd..” he whispered out, where else could you have gone? He was about to leave when he heard some sobbing coming from his bed and that’s when he saw a small lump under the covers “(y/n)…” he called for you again while approaching the bed.

“Go away! I don’t wanna see you anymore!” she cried out holding herself tighter under the blankets, jungkook removed the blankets off your body and pulled you into his embrace his face buried in the crock of you neck. “I’m sorry (y/n) I didn’t mean to say any of that” he whispered in your ear. “So you really do think I’m unattractive then..” you mumbled out tears rolling off your cheeks and hitting his white shirt leaving little marks. “Of course not, you’re the most attractive girl in the world, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say any of those things I know your insecure about yourself but..” he pulled away from you for a second to cup your cheeks “you don’t have to be, I’m all yours, I’ll try to not be as close to the fans if that’s what you want” you shook your head “no you don’t have to do that” he smiled some “you’re my number one girl you got that and don’t let anyone or those stupid blogs tell you otherwise” he spoke giving you multiple kisses.

Dinner

a/n: i don’t really know what this is, but i based it off of a dream i had last night. also i didn’t know what to title this (if you have a better title, or want to request something, tell me)


You were sitting on your bed, typing something out on your laptop, when Shawn walked inside your apartment and collapsed onto the couch. You two were in America for a few weeks, while Shawn did some promo stuff for his tour. He was at a magazine interview all morning, so you thought you’d work on some stuff for your journalism class. “Hey, baby, how was your interview?” You asked, closing your laptop and setting it on the coffee table.

“Was boring.” Shawn replied, toeing off his shoes and stretching out on the couch. He laid his head in your lap, and your fingers began to card through his hair. “Mm, feels nice.”

“You tired?” You asked, smirking. “Why don’t you take a nap? Get some rest before that press thing we have later.” You suggested, knowing Shawn was supposed to attend a small gathering for people in his label.

“Can you nap with me?” He asked, stripping out of his black shirt and jeans.

You nodded, plugging your phone into it’s charger. You crawled into the hotel’s bed and curled up next to Shawn, after setting an alarm for a few hours.


The setting sun woke you up, and you saw it had only been about forry-five minutes since you fell asleep. You saw Shawn was still snoring away, so you carefully rolled off of the bed, and walked into the bathroom. You exited the cool room and did your best to open the sliding door to the room’s balcony as quietly as you could, as to not wake Shawn.

You had grabbed your phone on your way out, so you sat on one of the plush chairs and scrolled through Instagram, liking some pictures that you saw. Setting your phone on the table next to you, you grabbed a book you had brought out with you and began to read.


Sticking a bookmark in the page of your book, you looked up when you saw Shawn step outside. “What time is it?” You asked, standing up.

“Little past five.” Shawn sniffled, running a hand through his sleep-matted hair.

“Ok,” You nodded. You two had to be in the lobby of the hotel in a little less than two hours. “Guess we should start getting ready?” You asked, wrapping your arms around Shawn’s torso.

“In a little.” Shawn said, kissing you. You early kissed back, and only broke apart when you two needed air.

“How was your nap?” You asked quietly, opening the door. The cool air from the air condtioner welcomed you, and Shawn shrugged.

“I’ve slept better.” He stretched, and your eyes were torn from his face to the sliver of skin peeking out from his shirt. “Why don’t you go take a shower? I need to call Andrew, check in on some stuff.” Shawn smiled.


Once you two had gotten ready and met up with everyone in the lobby, you all headed towards the hotel’s restaurant. Shawn grabbed your hand as you two followed Andrew to one of the tables, and you smiled at him.

Sitting down, you looked at the menus, and Shawn’s hand stayed on your knee while he looked at the menu and talked with some of his labelmates. You all ordered your food, and Shawn moved so his head was resting on your shoulder. “You comfortable?” You asked quietly, knowing it must’ve been awkward considering you were shorter than him.

“Perfect.” He said, lifting your hand to his mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You smiled, sqeezing his hand.


a/n: how do u finish something because i never know how to end these. also i got a desk in my room after about 269276 years of asking for one :D 

Part 14 - Dear Cyrus

Back then I was 17 (3 years ago) Memories that I had of him were fragile but I still could recall some bitter sweet moments. It was just a normal day after school scrolling through JackD replying some messages and I stumbled upon his profile.

Spiky short black hair, perfect jawline with piercing on both ears. lean fit, tan skin tone but slightly shorter than me and with quite a number of tattoo on his body. We were pretty straightforward and hit up the other night at his place, Setapak. Back then I couldn’t drive yet so I decided to put a little effort for taking a taxi to his place instead of asking a free ride.

I was way too young. I could recall I took a taxi nearby my house, chewing a gum (nervous) a 15-20 mins journey from my place to his. As common as any taxi drivers tends to get a little chatty.


Taxi Uncle : So do you study there ? (assuming I was a college student)

Me : Ya I am (I’m still in my Form 5 and didn’t really want to explain myself so I just said yes lol)

Taxi Uncle : There’s a lot of working adult and student stays there.


The moment the car step foot in Setapak. I couldn’t believe what I saw on my JackD. ALL of the profiles were so close to each other in less than 1km. Some are 100m , 200m , 500m. The max was 1km away. It was a jaw dropping moment for me as I told you ( I was only 17 that time please forgive this innocent boy haha) In shocked , thinking


Me : “Holy shit there’s so many here ! , but why didn’t he just get some here ? or has he already fuck all of them before ? lol”

As I got off from the taxi. I waved at him standing there with his cigarettes.

As we walk towards his apartment his place was a mess. Bottles of red wine were left on the dining table, some were empty and some were just left open unfinished. Dozens of used cigarettes on ashtrays, wrinkled and unfolded clothes flooded the couch. I have never seen such terrible mess.


Me : I need to use the bathroom (placing my bag on the floor)

Cyrus : sure its over there on the right.


Water tap running as I washes my face. Walking out of the bathroom, one of the room’s door was left ajar, as I gently push the door I saw him lying on the bed with his eyes closed and both hands on the back of his head naked with a semi-hard cock waiting to be fully erected.

My heart was pounding fast. “Gosh that body. And he’s handsome!” Pretending to stay calm, I slowly strip myself naked and the next thing I knew was my face’s in between his legs sucking his semi-hard cock. Started slow sucking in my mouth swirling it in between sucking his balls as he moans :

Cyrus : Mmmm (let out a heavy breathe)


Moving up to his chest taking turns licking his nipples 1 by 1 as he runs his hands through my hair as he moans softly. While my hand was stroking his wet hard 7 Inch cock while licking his nipples as he say :

Cyrus : I wanna fuck you now.


Position switched with my legs rested on his shoulders he took the lube and gently inserts his fingers one by one to stretch my tight hole as I moan loudly.

Cyrus : shh dont moan too loud. The neighbors could hear you.


As he was taking his time to finger my hole my shy face was revealing to him.

Cyrus : Tell me if it hurts okay ? I can stop.


As he wore the condom and lube his hard cock adjusting the position I could feel his cock inserting slowly. My hands were holding on to the bed sheets so tightly as it feels to good but I cant moan too loud.

Cyrus : Does it hurt ?


I shyly shooked my head giving it a sign of no. He start the phase slow but my cock was already so wet that my precum was leaking byy the time our body moves. As he lay back his body and his hands, his hips were moving on its own while I hold on my own thigh. God its so fucking hot.

As soft as I could moan. He then lean towards and lick my nipples while his cock are thrusting in my tight hole making me want to moan even louder. My cock was begging to cum as I stroke it so hard I utter :

Me : Cum cumming !!

He reacted to it when I cum he then grab my legs with his hands moving his cock in and out of me ramming even harder he spoke :

Cyrus : Diu (Fuck) Ahh !

Gently pulling it out from my hole. I took the tissues and wipe. He was laugh and said :

Cyrus : you’re very cute. (pinch my cheeks)

Me : ( i was just smiling god damn this is too much ! so flirty !!)

Cyrus : you make me cum so much (Pulling out the condom from his cock)


After both of us cleaned up. I was on my phone replying messages, he took away my phone and put it aside and hugged me from behind saying : 

Cyrus : Come over here (Putting my phone aside)

Me : (god I swear I blushed) What ? 

Cyrus : let me hug you a little while before I send you home later.

As I turned around and gave him a proper hug, we ended up lying next to each other resting on the bed. I broke the silence by asking : 

Me : are you sad ? 

Cyrus : Yeah. I just broke up with my boyfriend. 

Me : Sorry to hear that. How long was it ?

Cyrus : 7 years. I don’t feel like talking about it. 

Me : Ok. Im sorry, shouldn’t have ask in the first place

Cyrus : Are you okay going back this late ?

Me : Yeah. Don’t worry about it.

Cyrus : wanna drink with me ? 

Me : Er I’m not really a drinker…

Cyrus : a little won’t hurt.

Off he goes to take the wine glass. At that glance, I somehow understand why he’s house were a mess and I felt something there. Maybe it was something I shouldn’t feel in the first place. So that night we were just chit-chatting nothing serious, I guess he just needed a company at this time.


Thank you for following and reading ! I will try to write more frequent !

PS: All the stories were true and based on my own sexual experience. 

Till next time ! xo

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you do hcs/imagine for playing spin the bottle with the gang + their girlfriends and the reader gets Dally? Thank you, love your blog xx

THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH


- everyone would literally be so on edge cuz like they don’t wanna kiss someone else infront of their girl
- they all agreed before hand that it wouldn’t be anything more than just a kiss
- Steve goes first
- he gets Darry and Darry is so uncomfortable and is trying to keep his mouth shut but Steve is really going for it
- Darry goes next and gets Sandy
- THIS BOY IS SO FLUSTERED LIKE HOW IS HE SUPPOSED TO KISS A 16 YEAR OLD GIRL THATS DATING HIS BROTHER
- he did it any way and Sodapop was not happy
- AFTER A COUPLE OF ROUNDS AND A FEW BEERS UR STILL HAVENT BEEN PICKED AND U KNOW THE UNIVERSE HAS IT OUT FOR YOU
- okokokokokokok after Soda pulled away from and uncomfortable kiss with Dally it was Dallys turn
- to tell u the truth Dally was trying to spin it just right so it would land on you
- IT DID BUT U DIDNT NOTICE CUZ U WERENT PAYING ATTENTION THEN U LOOKED DOWN AND U WERE LIKE OH MAH GAHD SHIT
- He smirked but his ears were red it was SOOO CUTE
- HE KISSES THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUTTA YOU AND AFTERWARDS EVERYONE JUST OOOOS AND AHHHHS
- the game after that is just not the same anymore
- Dally is staring at you the entire time
- You spin it and it just so happens to land on Darry
- DALLAS WAS NOT HAVING IT
- as ur lips were barely touching dally very loudly decided to intervene
- ‘Ok I think that’s enough Darrel.’
- ‘It’s a game Dallas calm down.’
- ‘Ya I know, y'all were just snoggin right infront of my eyes I don’t need to see that shit man.’
- it got to Dallas again after Two Bit kissed him
- he spun it again and made sure to angle it it perfectly to land on you
- it did
- THIS BOY WOULD GRAB YOUR WAIST AND PULL YOU INTO HIM WHILE KISSING YOU SO DEEPLY AND LIKE PASSIONATELY
- Darry would have to cover Pony and Sodas eyes
- ‘Ok we get it! Take a breather!’
- DALLAS WOULD BE A SMIRKING LITTLE SHIT
- until u spun it and got Soda
- OOOO THIS BOY WAS LIVID
- y'all did the tiniest peck cuz Sandy was there and Sodas like a brother to you
- ‘Ok you know what I’ve had enough of this game.’
- 'What’s wrong now Dallas?’
- 'Nothin’ man. Nothing at all.’
- 'Why are u acting like such a dick?’
- 'Why am I acting like a dick? Well maybe if you weren’t so oblivious you would realize that I actually really like you and you are supposed to be mine and only mine.’
- 'Oh my god…you just said oblivious.’
- 'Really that’s all u got from that?’
- 'Oh well ya I got a thing for you too but that’s a big word.’
- 'Yet I’m the dick in this situation?’
- he would chuckle with a little smile
- HE WOULD LIKE GRAB YOU AND SMILE AND KISS YOU AGAIN
- 'Be my girl.’
- THEN HE WOULD BE LIKE OH SHIT THE GANGS HERE
- 'If you tell anyone bout this I will bust ur heads in, ya hear?’

Teen Wolf Imagine- What Happened To Y/N? (Part2)

Part1

Authors Note- The second part to this imagine, sorry if things get a little complicated from her on out, just make sure you read in the correct order, which are linked above. Hope you enjoy, sorry its late but my school takes no prisoners x

Scott’s Perspective

After having time to think, Scott remembers little signs that indicated you were caught up in something bigger than he realised. One occurring about a week or so before your disappearance. He walked into your room and sat in his usual seat at your desk. “So, what’s the problem?” you asked, taking it as an indicator for your usual heart to heart. “Nothing, just wanted to see how my litter sister is doing” he claimed while spinning the chair around to face you. “Ah, so that must mean you want something” you replied, looking up at his cheesy grin. “Well actually me and Stiles were wondering-” he began, You shook your head lightly, “This cant be good” you accidently thought out loud. “It’s nothing elaborate” he defended with a smile. You rolled your eyes and he gave you a playful nudge causing you to laugh. “I was… Stiles and I were hoping you would look after the house and cover us at school for a few days-” he trailed. “What, why?” you asked as your face straightened out. “We need to do something important and for once its not supernatural related so you don’t need to worry” he shot you a confused and pleading look. He didn’t see what the problem was, it wasn’t like you hadn’t done stuff like this before. He heard the slight increase in your heart rate, “Look, you don’t have to, if you don’t want to” he said softly, he thought it might have been to do with you being home alone while your mom was on her nightshift. “It’s fine ill do it” you said with a weak smile. “Actually, I don’t think I want my little sister home alone for that long of a time-” he said with a sudden disturbing thought. “You better not say, what I think you’re going to say” you moaned, sitting up. “Derek can babysit you” he nodded knowingly. “No not again, not after the last time. Id rather-” you began but cut yourself off after receiving a text message. Scott couldn’t help but notice another hitch in your heartrate as you immediately locked your phone and slammed it back onto the bed. “Who was that?” he asked in concern, reaching for your phone but you squatted his hand away, picking it up as you walked over to the window casually. “So, are you going to tell me why you’re being so secretive?” he asked as he stared at you. He watched as you peered out of the window, looking left and right before slamming it shut, checking the lock and pulling the curtain over. “No, are you going to tell me what you and Stiles are doing?” you asked back. “No” he replied shortly. “Touché” you joked it off. “Idiot” he exclaimed throwing a cushion at you playfully. “Jackass” you replied, throwing it back, only for him to catch it with one hand. “I hate you and your stupid wolf powers” you huffed, flopping back onto your bed. “I love you too sis”.

When he returned from his and Stiles’ short trip the house was completely upside down, it was an absolute mess. “Y/N!” he shouted, his voice vibrated the upstairs floorboards of your bedroom. “Shit!” you exclaimed, rolling out of bed and pulling your hair into a messy bun, you still had last nights clothes on. You slowly crept downstairs and into the kitchen. “What the hell is this?” he shouted, following you to the fridge. “I ermm, I had a party last night…” you said, trying to keep your heart rate steady. “Where’s Derek?” he questioned. “There was an emergency at the loft and he had to run out” you claimed, pouring yourself some orange juice but your hands were shaking so it went all over the counter top. “Have you been taking drugs?” he asked with wide eyes. “What the fu- No Scott, I don’t do drugs” you defended with the 100% truth. “Then what is wrong with you?” he asked again. “I’m just a little hungover, ill be fine” you said, rubbing your eyes. “So what, you think its ok to have a party and get drunk and… and…” he continued. “So shoot me! For trying to be a normal teenager and doing normal things like partying and enjoying life rather than trying to run from it all the time! Don’t you understand that? I didn’t ask for this, it’s you that dragged me into it” nothing but venom was coming out of your mouth. “Why are you acting like this?” you could hear the hurt in his voice. “Save the big brother act until someone is around to actually see it, you’re wasting your breath” you said bitterly. He stood there opened mouth, not able to speak. “That’s exactly what I thought” you exclaimed before running back upstairs. He stood there, his hands shaking and his eyes watering, he never expected his little sister to say that, especially when he tried everything to keep you safe and it wasn’t exactly his choice in telling you about the supernatural, you uncovered it by yourself. But little did Scott know that when you returned to your room you slid down the wall and sobbed for hours, you didn’t want your brother to miss you as much as he would have if he remembered nothing but happy memories. It would of been a lot easier if he didn’t care.

So today Scott called a pack meeting, determined to get to the bottom of his sister disappearance once and for all. Stiles arrived, his skin practically transparent and the bags under his eyes seemed to drag his once hyperactive self down. Lydia and Allison soon followed both of them sulking and moping about like two lost souls. They sat in your living room, except for Scott who stood. They were staring at the ground, not wanting to see the cheesy family pictures on the walls or your things that were scattered around your house; textbooks, jumpers, even something as simple as a nail varnish bottle was enough to set them off. “We’re going to find her” Stiles assured, placing his hand on Scott’s shoulder, before sitting down. He gave a weak smile, he hadn’t lost hope, but after hours of trying to track you by scent and nothing turning up, he couldn’t help but feel beaten down. “Y/n is a hard nut to crack, she may not have any supernatural abilities but she’s as badass as the rest of us” Lydia cracked a small but genuine smile. “If not more badass” Allison agreed, thinking of the same time. “If this gets too much for you, we can stop” Stiles offered. Scott nod his head and exhaled, before opening Stiles’ theory pack on the coffee table. They all edged forwards on their seats and began to scan over the facts they had and what they needed to find out. Scott’s chest began to feel tight, this wasn’t some crime scene investigation the pack was working on, it was his baby sister’s. He was unaware that his claws began to protrude from his hands, not in anger but upset and guilt. “Scott look at me” Allison said in a calm panic. “Woah Scott are you ok?” Stiles asked with concern. “I think we need a time out” Lydia agreed, they hadn’t been looking for long and it was taking a tole on them all, not just your older brother. Allison assisted Scott in standing up and exiting the living room. “Scott!” she called after him as he stumbled upstairs and into your bedroom.

It was the first time he had been in your room since you disappeared, he slowly sat on your desk chair and stared at your bed. Memories of you two since you were little flashed through his head, from the pillow fights when you were six to the countless times he embarrassed you when your friends or boyfriends were around since freshman year, to the current relationship you had of studying and having your daily chats at night together. He could see the practice lacrosse jerseys spilling out of one of your draws because you insisted in having one from every pack member that was in the team, from Scott’s to Stiles’ to Isaac’s to Liam’s to Kira’s, he was even sure you had Jackson’s and Brett’s too, even though they weren’t actually pack members. Meanwhile in the living room Stiles and Lydia sat there in silence, reminiscing themselves and trying to connect the dots to what seemed like an endless chain of events. Stiles gave a sigh and closed the book before taking it off the coffee table. “Oh here, you dropped this” Lydia said, picking up the piece of scrap paper that had fallen out. She briefly read it and began to pass it to him, before she processed and read it again. “Lyd what is it? Lydia?” Stiles asked. “Is everything ok?” Allison asked, walking into your bedroom and approaching Scott at your desk. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just miss her” he shrugged glumly and swivelled so he was now facing the actual desk. “We all do” she trailed, looking around your bedroom that somehow seemed dull without you there. He opened the notebook and flicked through the doodles you made when you were supposed to be studying, before he stumbled across something he shouldn’t have. “What is it?” Allison looked over Scott’s shoulder at the note you had written. “Did you know?” Scott asked, quickly standing up and ripping the page out. “No, she never mentioned anything about seeing or dating anyone” Allison claimed with a furrowed brow. When Scott and Allison re-joined Stiles and Lydia in the living room, they were sitting there with nothing but the note on the table. They sat beside them, “She didn’t want anyone to know, I wasn’t even supposed to know- what I’m trying to say is, I know who the mystery boy is and-” Lydia began to ramble, before Scott placed the note he had found on the coffee table beside the other. “Surely he wouldn’t do anything to harm her though, right” Allison chimed in. “I don’t know, but you’re going to tell us everything you know about there relationship, right now” Scott said firmly. Lydia nodded in agreement, before explaining her part of the story.

So the next part is in Lydia’s perspective, comment below or in the requests who you want this mystery boy to be and sorry this part is kind of short, but Scott has the least involvement in her disappearance, hope you enjoyed x 

Colouring

So I’ve had a few questions in the past asking how I colour my pictures and I’ve FINALLY got my ass into gear to create this post showing how. I’m pretty sure those with better equipment and more experience with digital may well cringe at my technique, but I sadly have to make do with what I’ve got and, at the very least, it gets the job done.

The example I’m using for this is my Phantom of the Opera Batjokes pic which can be seen properly here

1. So the program I use is GIMP. If you’ve not heard of it, it’s free art software that works like a basic version of programs such as Photoshop and can be downloaded online to pretty much any computer.

Once shaded, the drawing is scanned and opened up in GIMP. Now for this picture there is a lot of black and it looks messy as Hell and once upon a time I would’ve coloured all the black in with pencil but, to be honest, its just easier to colour the black in digitally and it saves my poor little 4B pencils from having to work quite so hard.

2. I'm very particular with the order of how I draw my pictures and colouring is no different. The first thing I colour is always the skin and it’s literally a case of putting the opacity level down pretty low and then just colouring over the section. It’s basic but it works :D

If I want a picture to be particularly vibrant I’ll adjust the opacity but generally I stick with keeping it quite low so the detail of the shading underneath isn’t lost.

3. Then it’s on to the Batsuit, which is usually coloured a pretty blue, because it fits in with the comics pretty well and I just like the way it looks, really. Of course my main go to reference for the suit is from The Dark Knight because I just frikkin love that Batsuit! Although, for this picture I’ve made the nose of the cowl more pointy because I thought it would fit in with the period feel more.

4. Now for Joker, it’s actually kinda hard to see any colour on there, but if you look carefully between this pic and the previous one you’ll see a difference:

The reason I use the turquoise for his skin is because with everything else coloured in, his skin kinda looks dull and lifeless if left untouched. But the hint of colour gives it a nice almost metallic effect that I really like. Of course the opacity is extremely low, because anything more would leave him looking like a Smurf and I think even J would struggle to pull off that look!

5. Now it’s on to the hair and eyebrows for J. I don’t have a set green I use, it differs depending on the kind of J I’m using and pretty much how I feel at the time. I do often go more towards the bluish hint with the greens though, cos dat purdy.

With the hair it’s usually one layer of colour, before highlighting a few strands just to make them stand out more. I don't often make the eyebrows as vibrant as the hair because it’s a bit much for the face otherwise.

6. And now one of my favourite bits to do! J has messy make up in this pic (which I always enjoy!) and instead of the normal paintbrush tool I use for everything else, I go for the airbrush one, just to make the smudged lipstick more realistic and to keep the edges soft.

For his eyes, they’re green but I add yellow highlights to make the green seem more acidic, cos J’s eyes ain’t just any ol’ green!

7. And then it’s colouring in J’s suit and, yeah, he may be the Phantom, but he still likes purple! It’s exactly the same process as the rest, just slapping the colour over the top.

8. So, with all the colouring done, it’s time to adjust the contrast and shading. I use the burn tool for that and just generally go over the entire picture two or three times until I think it looks right.

9. And then I fill in all the black sections…

10. …before colouring in the background and then using the burn tool again just to go over any parts that I think need a little extra adjustment, mainly around the eyes and the hair, just picking up the shadows that need to be a little bit darker.

11. Aaaaaaand we finally get to this! The finished product!

I’m just gonna take a moment to squee over how happy I am with the mask! I was worried at first, but after shading it looks ok woohoo! 

So I hope that was interesting and now you finally know all my arty secrets! (They’re absolutely not all that secret and pretty simple and basic but *shrugs*). If there is anything else you wanna know feel free to ask and as always thank you, thank you, thank you for all the support and kindness, it means the world to me. Y'all gorgeous!!!!

*MWAH*

Just a Friend- Noah Hanifin

Originally posted by dyllarkin

YAY! I passed my test and class guys! So now I have a few months of freedom (minus work) to devote to writing… but we all know me and my ability to procrastinate! So… enjoy!

Warning: none

Anon Request: Hey, I know you have a super long queue of imagines to write and everything but I was wondering if you could do something with Noah Hanifin? I give you creative freedom lol

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              You couldn’t believe he was standing on your door step.

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