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My Muse (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this took so long to post it’s just really hard to find inspiration to write for some stupid reason. Anyways I hope you like this!!
Warnings: none
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader is an art teacher and her class is learning how to draw faces, so she asks Spencer to come in and model because he has wonderful bone structure, and when her students are drawing she goes around and like points out little details they are missing about his face, without even looking at Spencer because she has every detail of his face memorized, and maybe he was feeling insecure that day and this makes him feel better
Requested by: @kayleexidk
Upcoming Imagine: the reader works in the bau with garcia…
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You sat at your desk as you watched your students’ pencils working across their canvases, trying to think of a new project for them to do.
This unit was focusing on the human face but what they were drawing were pictures from a book, and you wanted to switch it up, and then it hit you.
“Class, we are going to have a guest come in tomorrow.” You said clapping your hands together.
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You laid your head in your boyfriend Spencer’s lap as you studied his face like you have many times before.
“You have the face of a model you know that?” You said tracing your index finger along his jawline.
He smiled and looked down at you as he ran his fingers through your hair.
“So I’ve been told.” He said before letting out an adorable giggle.
“Spencer can I ask you of something?” You asked as your delicate fingers explored his face.
“Mhm.” He said softly, dragging his fingers through your hair.
“My class is going through the facial unit and I think you have such a gorgeous face… and I was wondering if you could come in and have them draw you tomorrow.” You said.
Spencer thought for a moment, contemplating his answer.
“I don’t have to get naked do I?” He asked jokingly with a small laugh. “Of course I will sweetheart.” He said.
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The next day you went to work early as you prepared for today’s lesson.
Spencer on the other hand woke up late and wasn’t feeling too hot.
It was just one of those days where Spencer looked at himself in the mirror and looked away in shame, and now, the last thing he wants to do is have many people staring at him and his imperfections.
He wanted to call you and cancel but he couldn’t do that to you.
He even forgot coffee because he was running so late.
Spencer bursted through the doors with a small smile and you smiled and walked over to hug him, the class in awe.
As you pulled away from the hug, you noticed something was wrong.
“Are you okay baby?” You asked quietly as you held his face in your hands.
The class resumed free drawing as soft music played in the studio.
“I’m just… I’m not having a good morning. I woke up late, I forgot coffee and I just… I feel more insecure today I guess.” He said quietly as he looked at you with his sweet puppy eyes.
“Sweetheart I’m sorry. Here you can have mine.” You said handing him your coffee cup that was still half full.
“They are excited to draw you.” You said gripping his hands. “Are you still up for it?”
He smiled and nodded.
“Alright perfect.” You said kissing his cheek before turning you both around.
“Class this is Spencer, my gorgeous boyfriend, that you will be drawing today. As you can see, his golden ratio is almost completely symmetrical.” You said sitting him down on the stool you set out for him. “And his cheekbones are very sharp and inverted.” You said pinching his face between your fingers, making him giggle. “But his jawline is very square, his face is very defined which will be great practice to draw him.” You said turning his head to the side.
As you finished showing off Spencer’s face, he was a giggling fit and it was the cutest thing you have ever seen.
His confidence went up as you bragged about his beautiful face, making him feel a lot better, along with the coffee.
Your students started drawing, looking from the canvas to Spencer over and over again.
You paced behind them pointing out small mistakes.
“His cheekbones come a little higher… almost… yes right there.”
“His lower maxilla’s are slightly farther apart.”
“The shading in his cheeks looks perfect!”
All of your comments were said without an eye on Spencer, which made his heart melt.
You didn’t need to look at him to see what was wrong with the drawings, you had his gorgeous face memorized like the back of your hand.
After a few hours and a few breaks, you decided to call it a day.
“Alright everyone, good work today. Have a nice weekend.” You said as your students left, Spencer followed you around as you cleaned up.
“You have a pretty talented group of people.” Spencer said looking at the drawings.
“I also have a beautiful boyfriend for them to draw.” You said with a smile.
“And I have a beautiful and amazing girlfriend that always makes me feel better.” He said hugging you from behind.
You turned around and sealed the distance with a kiss on his lips.
“I love you.” He said into your lips.
“I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

The other day my kid sis (17) was talking about her stretchmarks and complaining "celebrities didn't have them". I did my best to tell her about how 'yeah they do! photoshop!' & even when you lose weight you can get them etc, but I got the feeling she was still down. Do you know of any posts off the top of your head you'd point at for the kind of "bullshit the media feeds you & how to push right thru it" thing? I've become more aware myself, but wanna give her better-worded stuff than I can say.

Yes! First of all, I have a body image tag that has a lot of posts in it that you can show your sister, but the one that I think of first is this one, a collection of unphoshopped Victoria’s Secret models who have stretch marks and cellulite despite being incredibly thin. Here are a couple of them:

This and this are also great posts about stretch marks. Here’s an article called 14 Hot Celebrities Who Have Stretch Marks Just Like You Do.

This is Halle Berry:

Chrissy Teigen

Shakira

Lady Gaga

Kate Beckinsale

Scarlett Johansson

Bonus: Even Misha Collins has stretch marks

And so many more! These are just the best pictures I could easily find. EVERYBODY HAS STRETCH MARKS!!! Everyone with breasts, hips, butt, thighs, or a stomach has stretch marks, even if they’ve never been pregnant or overweight. You can get them just from growing. You don’t need to worry about getting rid of them, they are perfectly normal and natural and not ugly at all. Call them tiger stripes and lightning tattoos and try to love them. :)

Heart Song

Sorry it took a while @ashes-to-ashesx

The beeping of all the different machines attached to him was driving you a little bonkers. It was a relief to hear them though. It meant that he was alive. The dummy had shoved you out of the way of a bullet. You watch as the heart monitor makes peaks and valleys, you completely zone out as you watch it spike with each beat. The bullet had caught him in the left shoulder, it hadn’t been deep thank god. A nurse quietly enters the room.
“Agent?”
“Mills. Yes?”
“I’m going to take Agent Hotchner off of the ventilator because our systems show that he’s breathing just fine on his own. I’m also going to be hooking him up to a bag of fluids and a bag of blood.”
“Okay. Thank you.” She turns off the other beeping machines and plugs the other in.
“That should stop it from beeping. The battery was getting low.”
“Oh, great thanks.” God you’re tired. The heart monitor is the only thing left beeping. You rest your head on Aaron’s bed and hum softly. Partially to help you ignore the beeping but also because it’s kind of a beautiful sound. It’s basically singing “He’s alive. He’s alive!” Thank god he is too. You stop humming and just listen to the rhythmic sound of his heart beat. You can see it, strong and steady pounding against the inside of his wrist. Reaching down to his wrist you rest your hand gently on it, now you can feel his heart as well as hear it. Beep. Thank god he’s okay. Beep. This is all your fault. Beep. Wake up now please. Beep. Please Aaron. Beep. Please. You drift off to the now soothing sound of Hotch’s heart.
Something is different when you open your eyes again. Your hand is laced through his, each finger fitting perfectly. You lift your head and look at him. His dark eyes are open.
“Mills.”
“Hotch.” You whisper. “Good morning.”
“Haha.” He deadpans then laughs softly, then slightly winces. “How are you feeling?”
Okay. Are you playing my nurse?“
“Not exactly.” You laugh softly wiling the tears not to fall.
“Hey.” Damn it one slipped out. “I’m okay. You’re okay. Is the rest of the team okay?”
“Yea.”
“Than come here.” You do ask he says and e presses his lips to yours. Your heart is beating hard and fast inside your chest and you’re thrilled. His lips move along yours, peppering yours with expert precision. Oh god you could get used to this. As you deepen the kiss you’re aware of his heart monitor. The beeping has changed, like he’s run or something. The two of you make beautiful music with your hearts pounding in sync. How did you ever find that song annoying? Now it’s beautiful. What a beautiful heart song.

One Direction Preference : You Were The Deciding Judge For Him On Xfactor

Niall: Katy Perry sat next to you, you sat next to Simon, during her rant to Niall about not starting until she was a certain age, you put a hand on her shoulder. “Katy, hold on. You may not have gotten your start til you were 23, and Niall here is, 16 correct?” you ask and he nods and you continue. “And Justin Bieber started when he was like 13 or something, why can’t we give Niall here a chance? I don’t care what any of them say Niall, i say yes, and i also want you to promise me one thing right here right now.” “Anything!” he nearly screamed at you and you smiled. “I want the first copy of your album when it’s released, and i want it signed by you as well!”

Louis: “Nice song, one of my favorites.” you comment while sizing him up. “You’ve got the voice of someone who has so much potential and i just saw you sing your heart out, your emotions filled your face as you sung, so i know you have it. Simon already said yes, Louis over here said yes, and you’ve got a yes from me, so Simon, does that mean what i think it means?” you ask looking over with a smirk on your face and Simon shook his head at you before motioning with his hand back to Louis. “(YN), you tell him.” You smiled back to Louis. “Well, you can always thank me later for this Louis Tomlinson of Doncaster, you’ve got a yes from me and you’re moving on, congratulations!”

Zayn: He was quiet as he came on the stage, but once he sang, he opened up immediately. You perked up in your seat, perching on your seat. Your chin resting on your hands on the table in front of you. His voice left you speechless. Simon gave his comments, Louis gave his comments and it was up to you. “You’ve got one yes and one no, Zayn.” You tell him and he nods, biting his fingers as he anticipates your answer that will undoubtedly decide his fate on this show. “I loved your voice. You seem shy, i’d like you to open up, but that’ll come in good time after you finish your time in boot camp and become the next big thing, congratulations Zayn!”

Liam: “So, welcome back.” you start off with a laugh after Simon sat back down. “You’ve got Simon head over heels for you, again. Everyone here loves you, again. But this is the first time i’ve ever heard you sing and if i say anything but yes i do believe i will be leaving here with a angry mob chasing after me, so without a doubt it gives me great pleasure to say yes to you Mr. Liam Payne. Don’t disappoint me, do great things for Simon or else he’ll tell me and i’ll have no choice but to come back here and kick some sense into you, okay?” Liam smiled back at you “Of course.” Simon stood up again. “Get backstage Liam, you’ve got three yeses!”

Harry: “You’re so confident, you’re young, you’re handsome and you’re just my age.” you laugh and Simon shakes his head at you which you just wave off. “And from you being my age, i can say that you are someone i’d love to listen to all the time. You’ve just got that kind of voice, you’re going to do great things, Harry. You really are, so you’ve got a big huge fat yes from me.” “Thank you!” his voice boomed through the microphone and you watched him run off the stage and Simon elbowed you. “You like him, but now that you’ve said yes to him and he’s moving on, you get backstage and get his number, we all know you want it and we all know he’ll be willing to give it to you!”

Tonight, I'll Make You Feel Beautiful Once Again (Jack Barakat Imagine)

Anon requested: Hi, I was wondering if you could do one where you’re dating Jack and he makes a fat joke about you on Full Frontal and then you two get in a fight about it because he thinks you’re being sensitive and that you can’t take a joke but then people on twitter say things like “see I knew y/n was fat and it looks like jack thinks so too” or something like that and you start to starve yourself and work out more and Jack realizes what he did by making the joke and makes it up to you. Thank you!:)

Sorry i’m so late at uploading things, but here it is! I changed the prompt a bit because i’m not really comfortable with making a joke like that, so the setting is going start with the end of the show.

I also wanted to say that size doesn’t define you and you can flip off anyone who says it does. You’re beautiful inside and out and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise because they’re wrong. I love you all!~ Chrissy

Title Credit: Hold On Till May- Pierce The Veil
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*MENTIONS OF AN EATING DISORDER*

“Well, that’s it for tonight’s episode of Full Frontal. Goodnight everyone!” You heard Alex close the show. The boys were somewhere in the back recording Full Frontal and you were on the couch playing on your phone.

“Hey Y/N.” Alex said as he walked by.
“Hey babe.” Jack said as he sat next to you on the couch. Your heart sank a little at the sight of him. It wasn’t because he looked sad or anything like that, it was because of something he said about you on FF. You decided it would be better for you to go home before you ended making some sort of scene.

“That sounded like a great show. I’m gonna head on home now, I feel a bit sick and tired. See you guys tomorrow.” You said as you got off the couch and got your things. Alex told you goodbye and Jack tried to walk you out to your car, but you made a speedy exit.

You got into the car and started going home. Were you mad at Jack? To put it simply, yes you were. Why were you mad at him? He made a joke about you on FF and you would normally be fine with that and laugh at it, but tonight had been different seeing as in the joke he basically called you fat. You knew it was a joke and that he didn’t mean it, but you never felt good about your weight and his joke didn’t help you.

You pulled into your driveway and made your way into your house. You threw your bag onto the couch and ran to your room. You jumped onto the bed and buried your face into the pillows. You heard your phone going off downstairs signifying Jack was calling. You debated whether or not to answer him and decided to go ahead get the impending fight over with.

You picked up your phone and hit answer.
“Hello.” You said.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Jack asked. You sighed.
“Nothing Jack, I was getting a migraine, but i’m ok now.” You said.
“Y/N, what’s bothering you? Who was talking shit about my girl.” He asked.
“Jack, i’m fine drop it.”
“I know you enough by now to know that something is bothering you. What is it?”
“You really want to know Jack. Last time I checked, you called me fat and now on Monday every fucking fan is going to hear it.”
“Y/N it was a joke. Calm down.” He said in a relaxed tone. That really set you off.
“No, I will not calm down. I’m fucking sorry for apparently being fat. Let me go fucking fix it for you.” You yelled down the phone.

“Calm the fuck down and quit being so fucking sensitive Y/N. It was a fucking joke and it was meant to be laughed at and paid no attention to. No one’s gonna take it seriously, especially since it’s coming from me of all people.” He said.

“That’s the problem, Jack. It’s coming from you. My. Boyfriend. Put that together. My boyfriend. My fucking boyfriend called me fat.”
“Y/N, take a joke. It’s not that big of a fucking deal.”
You had has enough of this.
“Okay, fine Jack. Whatever. Good fucking night. I’m done with this conversation.

Monday rolled around and the new episode aired. You were home alone and had it playing while you were sitting in bed relaxing for a little bit. It was getting towards the end of the show and you heard the joke. You frowned, but kept listening till the end of the show. When the show was over, your phone started going off with twitter notifications. You sighed and hoped Jack was right about no one taking the joke seriously, but to your dismay, they did. There tweets saying ‘so now @JackAllTimeLow finally realizes @Y/T/N is fat’ and 'see i knew @Y/T/N was fat and @JackAllTimeLow does too’. You threw phone on the bed and cried yourself to sleep that night.

-A few weeks later-

"Hey, Y/N. Where are you going?” Jack asked as you were about to head off on your morning run.
“I’m going for my morning run. Be back in like 30 minutes.” You said about to head for the door.
“Wait Y/N, you go for a run every morning. Why not sit back for today?” He asked.
“Because I have this routine in the mornings and skipping it will throw off my day.” You said and ran out the door.

It was lunch time and you didn’t eat much. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. You looked at yourself.
“Y/N” Jack knocked on the door. “Are you okay?” He asked before opening it slightly, then all the way.
Jack stood next to you and engulfed you in a hug.
“I really fucked up this time, didn’t I? I said no one would take it seriously and they did. I said something without any consideration on the effect it would have on the person I love most. Y/N, i’m so sorry.” He said with tears in his eyes.

“It’s not your fault Jack. I take things to heart too much.” You mumbled.
“No, Y/N. I should’ve never made that joke. It hurt you and if I could, I would go back in time and never have said that. Y/N, you’re not fat, you never were. You’re beautiful and deserve so much more than a shitty boyfriend who called his own girlfriend fat when she’s the definition of perfection. I’m sorry Y/N.”

You both stood there in each other arms for a while before pulling apart. You looked up at Jack and saw how distraught he looked.
“Jack. I forgive you.” Was all you said. A small smile appeared on his face.
“I promise that from now on, i’ll make you feel like happiest girl in this universe, but promise me you’ll try to start eating again.”
“I’ll try, but it’s going to be a slow process and Jack.”
“Yes, love.”
“I love you and don’t ever say that you’re a shitty boyfriend. You’re perfect and yea, here and there we’re both going to say shit about each other that we don’t mean, but if we mean anything to each other, we’ll work our way through it together.”
“You mean the whole world to me Y/N.” He leaned in and kissed you.