with decent and listenable music

i’m just drawing things out of boredom at this point?? still love these boys tho

anonymous asked:

*Curtsies* What do you like about vinyls as opposed to CDs or mp3s, in terms of how it sounds, etc.? I've never heard music from a record player before so I'm curious about the difference.

*Curtsies* Well, it depends not only on the medium but on the quality. For instance, a cheap cutesy record player with built-in speakers you can buy from Urban Outfitters for fifty bucks isn’t going to sound noticeably better than your cell phone plugged into your iHome or whatever. So that’s the first thing to keep in mind. But if you have decent equipment–a good turntable, a good receiver, good speakers, and records in good shape–the difference in the quality, texture, and depth of the sound is absolutely unbelievable. It’s transcendent. The best way I can think to explain it is that vinyl (when played properly with decent hardware) makes music three-dimensional. Listening to vinyl on a good stereo setup, I hear things in songs I’ve listened to a thousand times digitally that I never heard before. You hear it in layers. You hear every single note and tone and instrument individually, instead of it all mashing together in one flat, encompassing sound–which is the feeling I often get with digital music. The other thing about vinyl is that it’s by far the best listening medium for anything recorded prior to about the 1990s (if not later) because music made without all the bells and whistles of a 21st-century recording studio just has a raw, vibrant, real quality that a lot of music made now lacks (imo), and that gets flattened when you convert it to digital. Everything made now is auto-tuned and digitally corrected so that a song is less a song than a thousand correct moments, notes, syllables, etc., all cut and pasted together into something technically perfect. To me a lot of it sounds too clean. It’s unnatural, it’s predictable, and it’s a bit boring. Technology sometimes makes music so easy that it feels less like art than product. Had “Rock and Roll” been recorded today in a studio with click tracks, it wouldn’t speed up the way it does, and that’s half of what makes the song so fucking awesome. With digital editing you can scrub out the sounds of a guitarist’s fingers on the strings but where the hell’s the fun in that? I want to feel like what I’m listening to was made by musicians, not computers. For that reason a lot of my favorite music was made like twenty years before I was born and was made with vinyl in mind, so that’s just far and away the best way to listen to it.

All that being said, I’m a bit of a music junkie and a baby audiophile, so this shit is weirdly important to me, worth investing in, and actually fun. Like, don’t go buy a cheap all-in-one turntable thinking it’s going to blow your mind, because that’s not how it works. Urban Outfitters et al aren’t selling cheap turntables because the sound is actually better, they’re selling cheap turntables because people like the aesthetic.That’s fine, but it’s a little misleading, and it’s not going to make a huge difference unless you really put the effort (and yes, the money) in. However, this is not one of those stupid things where you should feel like you HAVE to get into vinyl if you want to call yourself a music lover. Nah. Get into vinyl if you want to spend a whole week manually balancing a tone arm, stripping wire, and grounding speakers, and if you want to then spend another ten years picking through grimy bins of records in used CD shops hoping you strike gold. If you just want to rock out and you’re not super worried about being able to hear errant airplanes over Headley Grange or Jim Morrison breathing between lyrics, it’s not something to spend time or money on.


Best Albums of 2016 (in my opinion) NOT IN ORDER

You know what I want? I want peace. I want a good job and a decent place to live. I want to read books and listen to music and have time to make some female friendships that are going to last. When I wake up in the morning, I want to know that I have a decent shot at being happy.
—  Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Ain’t She Sweet
Kiss it Better

I’m on this car trip and thought of some headcanons for the paladins when taking long car trips when they were back on Earth:

- he’s usually driving.
- if not, then he’s making the driver stop every hour to pee / stretch their legs
- nobody lets him sleep bc he snores rEally loud
- caraoke
- gets all the others hyped when a good song comes on and everybody’s jumping in their seats to the beat: you can see the car bouncing up and down if you’re driving behind it
- actually doesn’t tend to get carsick. Just bored

- too small for the front seat. Don’t mention it. She’ll fight u
- Car Gymnastics™
- Seriously. You’ll can look at her in five minute intervals and she’ll be in a whole different, seemingly impossible position
- Her parents have to remind her to at least stay within the general range of the seatbelt. As long as she’s underneath it, there’s nothing more you can do
- Always has her laptop with her in the car, nobody knows what she’s up to
- “i’m bOOOORED”
- The car before Pidge and afterwards never looks like the same car
- She’s a hoarder, right? Right
- Right!! Turn right! The ley line goes right! You have to- awh, come on!
- Doesn’t sleep on car trips, no matter how long, ever

- Dramatically gazes out the window
- If you ask him to drive, he will, but at 30 km above the limit
- Won’t let the driver (or anyone) play music above volume, like, 15
- His window is always cracked open, no matter the weather
- Rain? Hail? Tornado? Too Bad
- He doesn’t complain but you can practically smell his boredom
- Absolutely hates it when someone else is driving. When they tell him to sleep until his shift, he’ll just keep his eyes cracked open so the other can’t see he’s awake and observe
- Never let him pick the music. Don’t do it

- The Sleeper
- His snoring is super light and cute so no one complains
- He sleeptalks and it entertains everyone
- He has to bring like 10 blankets with him on any trip longer than an hour.
- If he’s in the passenger seat, he’ll annoy the driver like the driver has never been annoyed before:
- Car Bingo™
- Puts his feet on the dash
- Rolls the window up and down
- Sings along to all the throwback songs
- Sighs of Boredom
- If all else fails, he’ll just ask annoying questions
- Will have roasting battles with Pidge. Whoever gives the best burn wins
- His legs are all over the place (innuendo not intended)
- He gets carsick (although not easily) and will complain. He will complain
- Keeps everyone on edge
- Generally not the best person to have in the car with you ok

- Designated Driver
- He’s super careful. He never goes a km above the speed limit
- Agressively uses blinkers
- If he’s not driving, he’s literally giving pointers to the driver
- Wanna have a nice conversation? Sit next to Shiro
- Wanna listen to some decent music? Give him control of the radio
- Wanna read a book or be somewhat productive? Stay As Far Away As You Can
- He will interest you in conversation, no matter what it is
- When you’re talking to him, time passes like Keith’s driving
- Car Trivia™
- He’ll be the moderator. Always. He has general knowledge and asks super good questions
- Will actually step into Lance and Pidge’s famous roasting battles and o b l i t e r a t e them
- Don’t mess with Shiro when he’s driving. Just don’t
- He’s the only one who can keep Lance under control, but just sorta

Thats it!! I hope you have a great day

Hey look it’s a meet the artist or something! 

Here’s everything in text in case you can’t read it:

- Ollie + he/him usually, but anything is fine (people call me Ocean or IO or Ollie Ollie Oxen Free it’s up to you, man.)

- Mexican and Lebanese, mostly (the rest is a tiny bit of Danish and German. I speak decent Spanish and terrible Arabic.)

- Listens to a lot of music, especially classical guitar (which I started learning around five years ago I think? not sure. It’s great, message me for my fave pieces and lots of other info you probably don’t want.)

That’s all I put because then I ran out of space but if you have any questions then feel free to send them in I guess?

Title: The Oncoming Storm

Length: 2,877 words

Rating: T

Warning: cussing, bullying

Pairings: Warren Worthington III x Reader

Original Request: Request please? where the reader has wings herself (they’re small&pink )&Warren thinks it’s a joke compared to his( like he takes it personal&is somewhat insulted because others admire hers&see it as cute&his looks scary to them ) so he constantly teases them about it ? I saw that girls ship w/Warren &thought of it all of a sudden. Maybe the reader admires warrens wings&tries super hard to catch up to him ? You can add stuff to it , I know it’ll be amazing :D either way !

A/N: This was sent over a week ago. You waited long enough. This took me like two hours to write and I was in such a bad mood I channeled my anger into this. I hope it’s good.

Warren had just about had it with you.

Ever since you had gotten to Xavier’s about a month ago he had been slowly getting more and more pissed off each day. He just couldn’t stand you! At first he had tried to ignore you and that had worked for a while. He was able to ignore pretty much everyone. It was easy since most everyone at the mansion hated him. The only people who spoke to him willingly were his fellow Horsemen, Storm and Erik, and Kurt, Charles, and Hank. Everyone else pretty much ignored and ostracized him. That was fine; he preferred to be alone anyway. He was used to being alone and in pain his entire life ever since he was a little boy growing up in his large house all alone and then becoming Daddy’s little Monster when his wings grew. That had ended, but he was still alone. He could deal with most of that nowadays, but you were the final straw.

When you first arrived he thought you were a joke. Your mutation involved being able to see great distances, hear better than anyone else, and wings. But, instead of 15 foot wings like proper winged mutants like him had, you had these tiny, maybe 8 foot wings that were bright pink with very fluffy feathers. They weren’t real wings to him! They were feathered excuses for wings. You didn’t even have claws or talons to defend yourself! He thought they were pathetic and you weren’t a real fighter or a real X-Man. He honestly wouldn’t have cared if everyone else didn’t bloody love them so much.

Everyone was always coming up every single day and telling you how pretty they were and how much they liked them. He even began noticing people would do this in front of him like they were doing it just to make it worse for him! They were using you to hurt him even more. You would let people touch them and stroke your feathers. You seemed oblivious to it or maybe you didn’t care and were okay with them doing that. But the contrary, everyone was afraid of his metal ones. They shot knives for Pete’s sake! Every time someone saw him coming they took off or glared at him or back away. The more risky students would call him names or spit at him. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was incredibly jealous of you. He was tired of being treated like this! He joined the good guys, did what Charles asked, went on missions for them, he was doing all he could but knew it wasn’t good enough.

Eventually, he started acting out as per usual. He would play his music so loud he would get in fights with others over the decibel level. He began blatantly ignoring Charles and Hank opting to stay in his room in solitude with a bottle of liquor and his music. He even pushed away Storm and Erik refusing to speak to them or flying away when they spoke to him. He was getting lonelier and lonelier by the day and slowly slipping deeper into his dark thoughts he used to have as a child. Then he began taking it out on you. Every time he saw you he would scowl, sneer, and make little comments about you. Sometimes they were blunt, other times they were subtle. It got so bad he would physically poke your wings or pull your feathers.

It wasn’t until maybe into a month into this did he realize what he was doing. He had been in a particularly foul mood and had made a particularly nasty quip at you. He guessed you snapped because it went wrong.

You had been sitting on a chair in a lounge reading a book the Professor had recommended when he had walked in. He ignored you and sat by the window to smoke a cigarette. You were bothered by the smoke but you weren’t going to talk to him. It was then a girl you didn’t know had walked in the room and gasped over your wings asking to touch them. You were getting annoyed lately with everyone asking you if they could touch them but you relented so she would go away. She ran her nasty, greasy fingers through your wings and left after a short time. You stood up only wanting to go get clean when you had heard Warren.

“What a slut.” You heard him whisper as he finished his cigarette.

“Excuse me?” That was the final straw. He had been nothing but an asshole to you since day one and you had had it.

“You heard me,” he stood up and walked towards you. You took a step back as he approached with his much larger wings. “You’re a slut.”

“Oh, and why is that?” You asked with a clip in your voice.

“You let anyone who wants to stroke these pathetic excuses for wings of yours, do just that. Doesn’t matter who. Everyone just gets to stroke you all they want and you never say no.” He sneered at you. You felt your anger rising. “I’m wondering, what else do you let everyone stroke?”

That was it. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

You reared back and let your fist fly as hard as you could. You punched him so hard he fell down on the hardwood floor and you heard the satisfying crunch of a broken nose. His wings knocked down a lamp, overturned a table, and took a bookshelf with it among other things. You cussed as you cut your knuckles on his teeth. You jumped him finally letting it all out. You straddled him and slapped him hard across the cheek with your other hand that wasn’t cut up. Your nails cut his cheek below his eye. You then grabbed him by his shirt and forced him up to your level while still sitting on his waist. You were too angry to focus on anything else. Your hands wrapped around his throat but you didn’t apply any pressure.

“You listen to me you no good son of a bitch! I don’t care what you did or who you helped! Your actions are your own! You have been nothing but an asshole since the day I got here and I am sick of it! Do you understand me!? You walk around here and act like an asshole even to the people who try to be nice to you but you’re too busy wallowing in your own self pity to let anyone in!! You wonder why you’re so alone?! You wonder why everyone hates you?! Look at yourself and ask again! I am so sick of you! The next time you say anything to me I swear to God I will break your fucking neck!” You screamed with angry tears rolling down your face and you panted hard from the pain of screaming so loud. You slowly and gently let go of his neck and shirt as you came to your senses. “You aren’t the only one who’s had to suffer because of your mutation you know. But you are suffering because of your actions towards them.” You stood up and got off him. He stared at you with those wide blue eyes of his and you heard footsteps. You saw the Professor, Hank, and Magneto standing at the doorway. Well, Charles was in his chair, but I digress.

“Y/N?!” You looked around seeing what you had done.

“I’m sorry, Charles.” You took off down the hall not letting any of them speak to you. You had hid in your room for the rest of the day and cried.

After getting his nose fixed and getting a major ass chewing from Charles and Erik, he realized you were right. He had been a total asshole to you and you hadn’t deserved it. He spent a long time in his room, thankfully sober, and listening to music at a decent level thinking over everything you had said. He didn’t want to admit to your face that you were right but you were. Over the next month he stayed away from you only seeing you now and then and he didn’t speak to you.

You, on the other hand, realized what you had done. You hadn’t meant to do so, but now and then you thought about how blue his eyes were or how soft his face had been or how hard the rest of his body was. You tried not to. The man was an asshole! He was the biggest douchebag you had ever met but Goddammit you realized you wanted him. What was wrong with you? You found your crush reaching new heights as on the occasions you did see him, he usually was shirtless and that made it worse.

His words about your wings were still stuck in your mind though. You about decided you were done with this. You wanted to keep up with him since you weren’t quite the flyer he was. You were gonna prove to him you were just as great as he was and maybe that would show him better than angry words would. You just needed the right time and day.

You decided Storm Day was perfect. Once a month Charles would have Storm whip up a huge thunderstorm and rain that would thoroughly soak what seemed like most of New York State. There had been a mild drought in the past year and Charles was trying to help everyone, human and mutant, by increasing the water levels but he only did it once a month so there wouldn’t be too much. You decided you were gonna fly in the storm and no one was gonna stop you. When Storm day arrived, Storm had whipped up the granddaddy of all storms and then let it alone to do its thing while she, Jean, Scott, Jubilee, and Kurt had gone to the mall. The Professor had cancelled all outdoor classes and everyone was thrilled. You were ready for this.

You threw open your window once the storm was in full swing and you let the wind take you up. Things went wrong immediately.

Warren was in his room watching the thunder and lightning crash as he groaned in pain. His wings had started hurting several days ago. It was getting so bad he wasn’t sleeping and it was starting to get to him. He had no idea what was wrong but he was pretty sure he would die. He was in no condition to fly so he stayed in. With that storm and his wings, he would be fried crispy. He was sitting in a chair by the window when he saw you.

You were flying with the wind but it kept changing direction and the wind felt like needles stabbing into your skin but you were not letting go. You were doing okay until a bolt of lightning went off right in front of your face. You lost your concentration and you fell. You managed to fall into a high tree and you freaked out realizing this was a bad idea and more than likely you were gonna be electrocuted. That was when you saw him.

Inside the Professor had gotten wind of your thoughts and he and Hank had come outside being pelted by rain.

“Y/N!” Charles screamed. He didn’t hear Warren run up behind him. “What has she done?”

“We can’t stop the storm!” Hank yelled. “No one can get out there!” They both watched in horror as Warren took off above their heads.

“Warren, no!” Charles yelled in horror as Warren flew past them ignoring the pain in his wings as he did so. He was nearly struck twice as he approached the tree you were in. You were bleeding in several places, there were leaves and pine needles in your hair, and your wings looked like the feathers had been stripped from them from the force of the wind. He landed in front of you and reached for you.

“Come on!” he yelled over the wind. You looked at him in shock.

“Not with you!” you screamed back.

“You’ll die out here!” he yelled as the wind roared.

“So will you dumbass!” you hollered back as the thunder boomed around you. “Just go!”

“I’m not leaving without you!” he screamed and grabbed you by the arm pulling you against him. You stared at him with wide Y/E/C eyes. He pulled you against his chest and you could see pain etched into his face. He let out a scream as his wings pulsed in his back.

“What’s wrong?” you screamed suddenly worried about him.

“It’s nothing!” he looked at you. “I don’t know okay? Let’s just get back in.” He held you close and he took off flying. You were a yard away from the mansion when he suddenly dropped. The pain was too much and he couldn’t stop it. You both hit the ground hard and he screamed at you. “Go! I’ll be—”

He never finished his sentence as lightning struck him. His wings lit up first and the rest of him jolted upright. Warren let out the loudest scream of pain you had ever seen. Electricity sparked in his wings and static ran through his hair. You watched as his wings shattered and when the light cleared he was standing straight up, his wings were fried crispy, no metal, no feathers, just burnt bits where they used to be. His hair was smoking. He smelled like smoke and fire. His eyes were wide and glassy. He fell backwards landing hard on the glass among the bits of metal. You ran to him and the last thing he heard was you screaming.



Warren opened his eyes to see he was in the infirmary in Hank’s lab. He sat up slowly noting pain in every part of his body and something else. You were passed out cold in a chair next to his bed holding his hand. You looked terribly uncomfortable.

“You’re awake.” Hank said walking up to him.

“How long was I out? What happened?” he asked feeling a metallic taste in his mouth.

“You were struck by lightning. Your heart stopped for about a minute but we got it started again. Your healing factor fixed you pretty well from there. You’ve been out for about a week.” Hank looked at the monitor. “Seems to be no damage to your organs.”

“Is she—” he asked looking at you.

“She’s fine. Some scratches, bruises, her wings got it the worst as she lost most of her feathers. She’s gonna be fine though.” Hank motioned towards your sleeping self. “She was more worried about you though. She hasn’t left that spot for the past week.” Hank looked back at him. “There’s something else too.” Hank pointed to Warren’s wings and he looked behind him. He was shocked. His old feathered wings were back instead of the metal reminders he had had before. “They grew back after your metal ones shattered from the lightning. Try and relax. I’ll let you rest.” Hank left his lab as Warren looked behind again feeling the soft feathers that were there before.

When you woke up you saw him standing by the window smoking a cigarette.

“Didn’t you do enough smoking for one lifetime?” You said standing up. You suddenly felt arms around you holding you close. “What are you—”

“Don’t you ever do that ever again you dumbass!” he said holding you against him. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again! What the hell did you think you were doing? Were you trying to kill yourself?”

“I was trying to keep up with you!” you yelled pushing him off of you. You felt tears running down your face. “I just wanted to be like you. I wanted to fly as fast as you do.”

“I don’t want you to be like me! I want you to be you! I like you exactly the way you are.” he said back trying to reason with you. A pain rose in his chest.

“You hate me!” you countered.

“No I don’t!” he yelled back. With no warning, he gripped your face and pulled your lips to his. You didn’t pull back and in fact kissed him back. You held onto his face with your hands in his hair praying this wasn’t a dream.

“Then why did you act like such a jerk to me?” you asked as you pulled back. Your faces were still inches from each others.

“Because I was jealous.” He admitted.

“What?” you asked in shock.

“Y/N, I was sick and tired of everyone loving you and treating me like dirt so I took it out on you and I’m sorry. You were right the day you punched me. You were completely right. I’m sorry Y/N.” He kissed you again holding you closer to him.

“Consider your apology accepted after you heal.” You said smiling up at him.

“How about once we’re both good to go, we go flying together on a sunny day?” You stroked the tattoos on his face.

“It’s a date.”

Tagged by @mutantpopcicle the cutie <3

FULL NAME: Dante Pertuz
AGE: Early 20s
ORIGIN: Earth 616, Chicago, IL
CURRENT LOCATION: New Attilan (usually)

ETHNICITY:  Colombian American
RELIGION: Agnostic, probably with Catholic roots
HEIGHT:  5’ 11”


EYES: Brown
SOCIAL MEDIA: Instagram, Facebook
ATHLETICS: Decent in most sports.
HOBBIES: Drumming, listening to music, dancing, barhopping, kicking back and taking it easy
FAVORITE MUSIC: Heavy metal, classic rock
CLOTHING STYLE: Jeans, t-shirts (usually band shirts) or tank tops
UNDERWEAR TYPE: Boxer-briefs

Tagging boyfriendos! @mutantleaderinthemaking @breakableatheart @whitelxntern @agentmorse @exolazarus and anyone else who wants to do it!

My headphones are dead

If you could transfer even the smallest amounts of money to my paypal I’d be very grateful. Right now I have like $18, but I can’t buy anything decent with that kind of money and living without music or listening to anything for like 4-5 months until I get some more money would be a nightmare.

There is a kofi button on my profile, but smaller amounts can be send via my paypal mail: marcinrymarczyk@outlook.com

I’ll try to somehow compensate it to you, but don’t expect miracle drawings or whatever ;__;

Thanks in advance ;__;

send me a number if u feel like it

1. a song that changed your life
2. do you wear glasses/contacts?
3. the last time you wore nail polish
4. one sport/game that you are terrible at
5. how many bracelets do you wear regularly?
6. what did you have for breakfast?
7. one tv show you enjoy?
8. someone you aggressively dislike?
9. a celebrity who you like alot?
10. do you think you are a fairly decent person?
11. last musical artist you listened to?
12. the best flavor of ice cream?
13. in your opinion, what is the most unnecessary word in the english language?
14. describe your last kiss with one word?
15. do you plan to get married?
16. do you ever want kids?
17. have you ever had your heart broken?
18. how do you deal with stress?
19. can you drive?
20. an emoji that describes your mood right now?
21. what was your first concert?
22. what was your favorite concert?
23. spell your name in song titles?
24. your thoughts on space?
25. your thoughts on feminism?
26. your thoughts on french fries?
27. your thoughts on sex?
28. your thoughts on boys?
29. your thoughts on girls?
30. do people suck?
31. last thing you said to someone out loud?
32. last text message someone sent to you?
33. your most used emoji?
34. do you collect anything?
35. three things you always have in your backpack.
36. three things in your car right now.
37. would you kiss your best friend of the opposite gender?
38. would you kiss your best friend of the same gender?
39. what is the purpose of life?
40. do u do the drugs

Slowly falling in love chapter 4- Yoongi

A/N: Sorry for any mistakes, i will try to edidt it tomorrow. Enjoy.

Y/N - your name,    Y/F/N- your friend name

Genere: Romance, Angst, Smut (in next parts)

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, kiss scene- Yoongi pov

WC: 1697

Summary:  He’s the worst guy in school, everyone is scared of him, he don’t give a shit about his grades or classes, still all the girls are in love with him. That’s how you would describe him- MIN YOONGI. You’re the only one that’s not into him, you are more scared of him then in love. And after that one stupid thing you did it was only worse… well that’s what you thought at first.

Part: 4/?

Originally posted by sugaglos

It was Saturday and you tried to forget about what happened yesterday. You wanted to ignore and avoid Yoongi for the rest of the school year but you rememberd his words that now you are his “maid” and you have to do everything he says. But still you wanted to ask him why he kissed you. It botherd you because you knew it can’t be that he likes you. Not after what you heard one day.


You wanted to talk to Yoongi one day  but couldn’t find him anywhere. Last place to check was rooftop. You went there and he was there with Jimin and Hoseok. He was leaning against the wall withn his eyes closed and two other guys were standing opposite him.

Don’t you think you should stop this hyung?- Said Jimin.

What are you talking about?- Yoongi asked not begin really interested in Jimin’s question.

The thing with Y/N. I mean she didn’t do anything wrong. She dosn’t deserve to struggle because she helped tht boy back then.- Jimin said.

Yeah Yoongi, Jimin’s right she didn’t do anything.- Hoseok supported his friend.

You smiled to yoursellf. It was nice that his friend thought you don’t deserve to be treated like that and that you didn’t do anything wrong.

Yes she did. Because she helped him. And he was the only person that could led me to MInhyuk and she fucked everything up.- He said opening his eyes and standing straight.

And this Minhyuk again. Who was he? Why Yoongi wanted to find him so badly? You asked yourself.

Hyung, you act like you hate her and stuff but if you want you can find Minhyuk by yourself so why bother her. It doesn’t matter at all. She actually helped you because this guy wouldn’t tell you anything either way so you would waste you time.- Jimin added.

True. Yoongi do you like her?- Hoseok asked.

At that moment your heart skipped a beat. You were curious what his answer will be.

Hah me like her? Are you guys out of your mind? SHe is not  my type, she’s nerdy girls. Have you ever seen her go to any party, all she cares about is school , she’s no fun. The girl I will like will be the prettiest girl in whole world and it’s definitly not Y/N.- Yoongi ended and started walking to the door.

Whatever.- Jimin and Hoseok said at the same time.

You quickly run away from there. His words were hurtful.

end  of flashback

You heard knocking on your door. You weren’t expecting anyone esspecialy on Saturday. Y/F/N was still sick so who could it be. 

It was Taehyung.

HI Y/N !!- He screamd happily.

You were too schocked to say anything so you just smiled shyly.

Are you free now? Hyung want to see you.- He said grabbing your hand, not giving you chance to answer.

Hyung?- You asked.

Oh yes Yoongi hyung.- Taehyung said smiling.

Taehyung how did you know where I live? Were you following me?- You looked at him.

Oh no no Y/F/N told us.- He said grabbing your stuffs and making you sit at his motorcycle.

You just nodded.

Hold tightly or you will fall.- Taehyung started the engine.

You grabbed him and closed our eyes. It took you about ten minutes before you were in Yoongi’s house.

Let’s go.- Taehung and you made your way into the house.

When you were inside you noticed Yoongi and his other friends. Taehung went to sit next to Namjoon. And you were standing in front of them.

You guys can go we will meet later.- Yoongi said to his friends and they left.

Here is what you will be doing. I want iced americano ever morning, you will leave it on the rooftop, when I don’t want to or won’t have time for my homework you will do it for me, oh and everyday after school you will bring me iced americano to my house. On the weekends I want you to clean my house but only if I ask you to. And you have to be available 24/7 for me. Give me your phone, now you have m number so don’t try to ignore my calls and if it’s noting important then don’t call me- He told you with a smirk on his face.

Ummmmm…. okay. But everyday?- You asked.

Yes everyday. Starting today, later I’m going to the party at that time I want you to clean here. After you finish buy me coffe and leave it here.- He said leaving you alone in his house.

Great, now I’m stuck here.- You were sulking.

You wanted him to explain why he kissed you but he left you alone in his house. Since his apartment was really messy you already started cleaning because you knew it will take you whole day. You were glad yyou had your phone with you so you could at least listen to some music. After 5 hours of decent cleaning you were proud. It was shining. Even though you were tired yo remember that he wanted a coffe. You took your jacket, put on your shoes and went to coffe shop. You were kind of angry at Yoongi that when you were working your ass of he was partying and that he will probably come home drunk. The coffe shop was fifteenm minutes away. You took your time knowing he won’t be home by now and you wanted him to drink his stupid while it was warm and also didn’t want to couse unnecessary problems. It took you an hour sine there was quite a lot people in the shop. You were about to come into his room when you heard a voice. But it wasn’t Yoongi’s it was female. You froze at that moment, you didin’t know what to do.

Ahhhhh Y… Yoongi faster!- The female moaned.

Fuck.- This time it was Yoongi’s voice.

Yoon.. Yoongi I’m close.- The girl screamed.

Me too baby, me too- You heard Yoongi growl.

Your vision became blur  because of the tears that werte falling down. You felt like you were hit by a truck. Your heart started aching. You put the coffe on the table and started walking out, not wanting to hear anyomre. You were trembling so much and you vision was more blur. You didn’t noticed a little vase that was standing on the table and you knocked it off making a loud sound. You didn’t want to face Yoongi right niow so you quickly run away. It was raining. You didn’t run too far just a couple of meters. You were crying this whole time. You didn’t know what to do so you just kneeled in at the spot and started sobbing.

After a while you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder. You were scared but not because it could be a thief, murderer but because it could be Yoongi. And he was the last person you wanted to see right now. You lift your head to see who it was

Originally posted by pengwhin

Ji..Jimin?- You say softly while sobbing.

Y/N what’s wrong? Why are you here? Crying?-  He asked concernd.

You didn’t answer you started sobbing even more.

Hey Y/N don’t cry, a beautiful gril shouldn’t cry.- He said with a little smile.

Come on I will take you home.- Jimin said grabbing your hand.

You took his hand and started getting up. You were all wet, your hair and clothes were soaked. He gave you a helmet and started his motorcycle. 

Jimin?- You started quietly.

Yes?- He asked turning to you.

Can you ummm take me to your place. I… I don’t want to be alone right now.- You explained not looking at his face.

Sure.- He said and started driving.

After a while you and Jimin were at his place it was a little houise not too luxurious but pretty.

You can take shower if you want, I will give you my old clothes and then we can talk.- He said alking towards you.

Okay. Thank you. - You said walking into the bathroom..

Y/N I have the clothes.- Jimin said through the door.

It’s okay you can come in.- You informed him.

He gave you his t-shirt asnd some sweatpants. He smiled and walked out so you could take a shower.

When you were in bathroom your phone started ringing. Jimin deicided to answer

Y/N where the fuck are you? Where did you ran to?!- It was Yoongi.

Hyung it’s not Y/N.- Jimin sasid slowly.

JIMIN?!?! Why do you have her phone? Where is she?- Yoongi started to rise his voice.

Calm down hyung she is sleeping.- Jimin lied not wanting Yoongi to be more angry.

Sleeping? Where? Why are you with her?- Yoongi was getting annoyed.

I bumped into her when she was on her way back from your house. She was trembling and cring and because it was raining i took her home.- Jimin explained and heard that water is off 

Hyung I will be going now, bye. Just call her tomorrow.- He hung up as you  exited the bathroom.

Is everything alright?- You asked.

Umm yeah just Yoongi was calling and I thought I should answer. I guess you were crying because of him, right?- Jimin said while sitting down on the couch and tapping a place next to him.

You walked to him and sat at the spot where he was showing.

Yes.- You didn’t look at him.

Why? - He continued.

I… I  walked to his house to leave a coffe he asked for and…. and he was there with a girl and they were … having sex.- You said, too embarrassed to look up at him.

Oh shit. I’m sorry Y/N. - Jimin came closer and rubbed your shoulder.

For what, it’s not your fault.- Tears were falling again.

I’m sorry that you had to see that.- He said with a soft voice.

That’s when you started crying. Jimin hugged you and you were sibbing into his shirt.

Hey, hey it’s okay. Don’t cry.- He tried t calm you down.

Do you like him Y/N?- Jimin asked after a while.

I…. I- You started.

A/N: Okay so it’s end of chapter 4, how did you like it? Does Y/N really like Yoongi? And who is that Minhyuk that Yoongi is looking for? And ohhh Jimin is such a gentleman. Will he try to get close to Y/N? Watch out for chapter 5 (this weekend).

Vampire Academy - College AU - Part 13/?

Rose POV

I locked my eyes onto Jake’s and smiled. “I don’t deserve you,” I said softly. Jake scoffed, tucking a stray hair behind my ear.

“You deserve the world,” he whispered. I closed my eyes and swallowed the lump in my throat. At least someone thought so. Jake rested his forehead against mine and smiled.

“Let’s go,” he said softly. I grabbed his arm and looked up at him.

“I’m not ready to go home tonight,” I said, glancing back at my parent’s house. Jake shrugged and opened my door, letting me slide in. He closed the door gently and walked to the other side of the car, sliding in to his own seat.

“We don’t have to go home right now. Where do you want to go?” he asked. I shrugged and picked at a loose thread on his seat.

“Anywhere. I don’t mind,” I said softly. Jake stared out of the window and clicked his tongue twice before grinning.

“We need to make a quick stop before we go,” he said, grinning at me as he pulled away. I gave him a curious look and watched carefully for any signs I might recognize. When he pulled in to the supermarket I turned to face him, my eyebrows filled with confusion.

“Wait here,” he demanded, getting out of the car and pointing his finger at me warningly. I felt a smile tugging at the corners of my lips and I shook my head, staring down at my phone. I went into my pictures and smiled at a picture of Andrew, wondering what he would have made of my father’s antics tonight. He would have approved. Embarrassment and humiliation? Those were right up his street. I shook my head and glanced up at the roof of the car. He would have revelled in watching me squirm. I pursed my lips and imagined him slinging his arm around Jake’s chair.

‘You actually think you can compete with Dimitri, Dude?’ I laughed at the thought. I doubted that Andrew would have let either of us get away with our behaviour in the past few months. I ran my thumb over the screen and sighed.

I missed him more than I ever thought possible. I can still remember my last words to him. Dude, don’t forget to get my pizza and his response of haha, go fuck yourself. I could still feel the ghost of his lips against my forehead as he has pressed a kiss to my head and headed out. Then a few hours later, when Dimitri had shown up, looking distraught because Andrew hadn’t shown up at his flat. Seeing the worry in Dimitri’s eyes had jolted my dad out of his seat and in two hours we had received the most crippling blow my family had ever had.

When the car door opened, I jumped, glancing over at Jake and putting a hand to my chest. Jake laughed and pushed bags into the back of the car.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, sitting back down beside me and flicking on the radio. I blinked in surprise when I heard the latest chart music. I was so used to being in Dimitri’s car where he listened to eighties hits that I had forgotten that people actually listened to decent music when they were driving. My lips twitched into a smile and I shook my head.

Jake glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes.

“Aren’t you going to bug me into telling you where we are going?” he teased. I smiled and shook my head, leaning back in my chair.

“I think I will trust you with this one,” I said, grinning at him. I glanced at my phone, which was beginning to run low on battery. I frowned and sighed, stuffing it into the bag. I turned round to look in the bags from the supermarket.

“Hey! No peaking,” Jake told me, swatting my hands away. I grinned and began looking out the window, watching as we passed by the trees. Jake tapped his hands on the steering wheel and glanced at me.

“Your dad mentioned your older brother, why wasn’t he there tonight? Does he live far away?” he asked. I cleared my throat and shook my head.

“He uh…he died last year,” I said softly. Jake cursed and looked at me.

“Shit, I’m sorry…I had no idea,” he said apologetically. I forced a smile and shook my head.

“It’s fine. I’m just so used to being around people who know,” I said. I exhaled and looked at him. “You aren’t going to ask what happened?” I asked. Jake shrugged and looked at me.

“I feel like that is something people have to tell you willingly, it’s not the type of thing you should ask you know,” he said, giving me a soft smile. I closed my eyes and glanced at him.

“He was jumped by a group of guys on his way to Dimitri’s flat. They mugged him and left him to die,” I muttered, staring straight ahead stonily. Jake frowned.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured. I shrugged my shoulders and blinked back the tears and let out a shaky breath.

“I just miss him,” I muttered. Jake’s hand landed on mine and he squeezed it reassuringly. I smiled, interlaced my fingers with his, and went back to staring out the window.

Eventually Jake pulled to a stop and began grabbing his bags from the trunk of the car. I stepped out of the car and I could smell it instantly; the beach. I turned to face Jake and he grinned.

“We can’t go down to the sand, but I figured sitting on the hill up here gives us a hell of a view,” he said, pulling out a blanket and sitting it on the ground, closely followed by a duvet. I arched my eyebrow and he grinned.

“To keep us warm. I’ve also brought food and drinks and…I think we’re all sorted. There are even bathrooms just over there,” he said, pointing in the general direction. I bit my lip and smiled.

Thank you. I needed this,” I said, the wind blew slightly and I made my way over to the blanket, glad that he had thought to bring a blanket. We sat curled under the duvet, staring out at the sea, watching the waves curl against the rocks.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking…but is Andrew the reason you picked psychology?” Jake asked tentatively. I ran a hand through my hair and shrugged.

“One of the reasons…the main reason was Lissa though. She lost her parents a few years ago and…she went through a stage of depression…I want to help people who are going through it, you know? I want to make a difference. Help them realize that there is always someone to talk to…” I trailed off and I smiled.

“What about you, why is a guy like you majoring psychology?” I asked. Jake smiled and pushed a bit of sand around the ground and exhaled heavily.

“My mom died in childbirth and…I blamed myself a lot as a child. I used to see my dad crying over her picture and I felt like it was all my fault. Like…my father would’ve rather had my mother and I was just a burden, a constant reminder that she was gone.”

“Oh, Jake,” was all I could think to say. Shock had taken away my ability to speak, and even though I desperately wanted to comfort him, the words just wouldn’t come. Instead, I took his hand and squeezed it for good measure.

“I knew that my dad never blamed me for her death…but I always felt responsible…like I didn’t deserve to be here when she wasn’t. This one psychiatrist helped me get through it and ever since then, that’s been the closest thing to being a superhero in my mind. And what little boy doesn’t want to be a superhero?” He laughed lightly and ran a hand over his face.

“Anyway, I’ve talked to him about it, and I know now that losing her only helped him love me more. It’s why he goes over the top,” he said, gesturing at the car.

I stared at him in shock and I felt my nose tingling at the thought of a child blaming themselves for something so unavoidable. Jake laughed and wiped a stray tear away from my eye.

“Hey, no crying inside this duvet okay?” he teased. I scoffed and wiped my eyes and curling back against his chest, stared out at the beach.

“I’m really sorry, Jake,” I said biting my lip to keep it from quivering.

Reaching over, he pulled my chin up and rested his forehead against mine. “None of that. Let’s just forget all of that stuff tonight okay?” Suddenly he stood up and reached his hand down to me. “Rose, may I have this dance?”

He was crazy. “There’s no music!”

Glancing around, he shrugged. “So? This is for us.”

Taking his hand, I let him pull me into a slow dance. It wasn’t long before he was humming a pretty terrible version of “Thinking Out Loud,” and with a small laugh at his off-key rendition, I leaned my head against his shoulder and smiled. He was right. We deserved this.

Dimitri POV

I paced in front of the window, staring out at the street and waiting for Jake’s car to pull up. When Rose came through that door I was going to tell her exactly how I felt. I was going to tell her that I would wait for her…for as long as I had to. I was finally going to fight for her.

I glanced at the clock and groaned she should have been home half an hour ago. I picked up my phone and dialled hers and it went straight to the answering machine. I felt my heart sink in my chest and I stood up, making my way over to the window and glancing out at the cars below me. Where the hell was she? I sat on my window seat, staring out at the window. I don’t know how long I sat there before Christian tapped on my shoulder.

“Dimitri, you need to go to bed,” he said, giving me a concerned look. I shook my head and stared back out the window.

“I can’t until I know she’s home safe,” I said frantically, glancing at my watch again. Christian sighed and nudged me.

“Hey, she’ll be fine. It’s 5am. You need to go to sleep,” he muttered. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

I can’t,” I hissed.

Christian sighed, pulling a blanket from his room and draping it over my shoulders. I glanced at my phone again and tried calling her. Pick up, pick up. The words kept swirling in my head but the line was dead. I realised that her battery must be out and I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut.

This can’t be happening again. I clenched my jaw as I thought about Andrew’s death. If I had noticed he was gone earlier he might have been found in time to save his life…what if it was going to happen again? I couldn’t lose her too.  

The night of Andrew’s death kept filled my head, taunting me. There were so many things I could have done differently that night that would have saved him. I could have picked him up and saved him the walk. I could have met him halfway. I could have gone to his flat instead. I could have gone looking for him earlier.

I closed my eyes and a tear escaped, racing down my cheek. I couldn’t go through that again. I ran a shaking hand over my face and tried to calm my breathing. She would be fine. She was with Jake. The thought made my jaw tighten even more. She could be out there doing God knows what.

I ran a hand through my hair and stared out the window. What if something is wrong? I tapped my foot against the window frame and stared, waiting for any sign of her. She would be fine. She had to be. I couldn’t lose her too.

It was almost ten am when the car finally rolled up. When I saw Rose step out of the car my whole body sagged with relief. She was okay. She was okay. I stood up, making my way to the door and throwing it open, just in time to come face to face with Jake and Rose. I grabbed Rose’s arm and let out a frustrated growl.

“Where the hell have you been?” I hissed. Jake took a step towards me and I spun round to face him.

“You stay out of this. You’ve done enough,” I snapped, before turning to face Rose. “Do you have any idea how worried I was?” My voice wavered slightly. Closing my eyes, I clenched my jaw.

I opened my eyes and glared at Rose. Jake cleared his throat and looked like he was about to hit me. Rose kissed him on the cheek and whispered something that must have calmed him down.

“Just call me if you need anything,” he said before glaring at me and walking away.

“Do you realize how selfish that was?” I hissed. She rolled her eyes and grabbed my arm, pulling me into my flat so that we were out of the stairwell.

“What is selfish about going out and having some fun?” she snapped. I ground my teeth together.

I was up all night waiting for you to get home!” I spat. Rose sighed and looked up at me.

“Dimitri, I didn’t ask you to do that,” she said.

I felt my throat closing over and my eyes began to blur.  “I thought something had happened,” I said, my voice cracking. I sunk down into the window seat and I stared up at the ceiling. Rose took a step forward and took my hands in hers.

“I’m fine, Comrade. See? Totally fine,” she said softly. I felt my lips tremble and I looked away from her.

“You weren’t answering your phone…I thought…” I trailed off and bit my top lip trying to stop it from wavering. Rose sighed and pulled me against her.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” she told me. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

I can’t lose you too. I can’t lose you,” I murmured. Rose wiped my eyes and shook her head.

“You won’t lose me Dimitri, I’m not going anywhere,” she told me. I leaned my forehead against hers and I ran my hands through her hair.

“Я люблю тебя, Роза. Я влюблен в тебя,” I whispered. I felt Rose stiffen and she looked at me.

“What did you just say?” she asked. I met her eyes.

“You know exactly what I said,” I told her. Her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes searched mine as she stared at me in shock.

Back in my volleyball practice days in high school I would always hang around the seniors and i noticed that not only do highschool boys are good at sports but majority of them have slight nuance from each other some range from being good singers to rappers to beatboxing and I JUST THOUGHT OF THE 3RD GYM GANG where Tsukki have decent vocals (he listen to a lot of music so there’s a possibility he sings good too), Kuuro’s beatboxing and Bokuto’s throwing sick rhymes, Akaashi probably good with instrument like an acoustic gutiar AND IMAGINE WHAT IF THEY SING TOGETHER WHILE GOOFING AROUND AFTER PRACTICE  

Jack Gilinsky Imagine: Part Two

(Read part one here

I stare at my phone in shock. She actually did it, I thought she was just messing around! I didn’t think she would actually give him my number, who am I kidding? Andrea is ALL about making new couples.. Its kind of her thing really… Crap I need to reply to this, um I guess I should be chill?
“Hey Jack, its Y/N”  Of course it is! Who else would reply, GOD I suck at being chill.
“Well that’s good, I’m glad Andrea didn’t just give me a random number to get me to leave her alone” He replied back, damn that was fast considering the time difference.
“So you were bugging her for my number then?” I say, smiling at my phone, I can’t believe he was actually this desperate to contact me
“Well yeah, I’ve liked your videos for a while and I missed you the last time you came to the States, but I hear you’re joining the DigiTour?” He asks, what?? He wanted to see me the last time I was there? But that was like 6 months ago! Damn…
“I really like your videos too! You and JJ are so talented. But yeah I’m officially a member of Digi!” I reply back, its true though, JJ and him are super talented, plus it will be so good to have decent music to listen to every night, although I bet I’ll get tired of it after a while but oh well, it will be fantastic whilst it lasts!
“Great to hear! When do you get into LA babe?” He asks, my inner fangirl appearing as he calls me babe, actually thats a good question, when do I get into LA? I should probably know this.. I move to check my emails, nodding my head along to 5SOS playing from my computer and click onto the confirmation email I received from Digi
“I land on the 7th of July” I reply back to him, before placing my phone down and widening my eyes at the date displayed, I ONLY HAVE 4 DAYS UNTIL I FLY. And with that I begin to rush a list onto my phone of the things I need, which includes numerous travel adapters and clothes that will probably end up being dead weight seeing as I plan on shopping once in California, but at this current moment in time, they’re crucial packing items, I only pause when I hear my text sound ringing through my room
“Sweet, fancy doing something that night? I take it you’re staying at Andrea’s until the tour kicks off?” Jack texted, making me smile, I hope he means this as a date.. Not like a massive group of us because lets be honest that would be a mood killer.
“Yeah I am, and that sounds great. I’ll uh, message you when I get there” I say, forcing myself to end the conversation here before I A: embarrass myself and B: make it look like I’m far too keen.
“Sure thing babe.” Jack replied one last time before I backed away and finished packing, hoping that it would prevent some of the stress I am about to endure over the next four days.


“Y/N!!!” I hear a voice screech across the arrivals bay in LAX, only to look up and see a screaming brunette make her way towards me, not caring about any of the other people who just got off a 10 hour flight
“Andrea hey girl!!” I said, dropping my luggage in order to hug her tightly.
“How was the flight? How are you? Is it true you and Jack have a date tonight?” She asked at a rapid speed, my brain taking longer than normal to process everything she’s saying
“Good, tired and yes it is. How did you find out?” I ask, looking at her oddly seeing as I was waiting until now to tell her.
“Jack told me, its all he’s been talking about for the last like 4 days!” She said taking one of my bags and leading me out of the airport to find her car
“What? Really?” I ask, a blush making its way up my cheeks
“Yes really! Now lets get you home so that you can get settled and ready for this date!” She said, wiggling her eyebrows at me in a suggestive manner before passing me the AUX cord and blasting my music throughout the car.

Arriving back at Andrea’s we take all of my luggage out of the car and make our way into the house, my luggage going straight into her spare room and I flop down onto the bed
“Nope, no sleeping! He said he’ll be here at like 3 and its 2 now, so we have to get you un-airplaned and looking like the sexy momma you are!” Andrea says pulling my leg so that I almost fall off of the bed
“How is it already 2?!” I asked, shocked at where the time went
“Well we had to stop and get fuel, then we were hungry and then we had to make our way back here through LA traffic” Andrea said with a ‘duh’ tone 
“Right, okay, well WHAT DO I WEAR??” I ask her, jumping up and moving towards my luggage 
“Shorts, a vest top and a cute LIGHT cardigan should do you, its casual, cool and if it gets cold later you’ll be sorted!” She said, moving over to help me choose each item out of the numerous I brought with me
“Right. Lets do this.” I say, going to the ensuite to change and start putting a light layer of foundation on, before adding concealer, bronzer, winged eyeliner and mascara
“How do I look?” I say, emerging from the ensuite about 20 minutes later, doing a twirl for a giggling Andrea
“Fabulous as always my dear! Now lets get you a coffee before he gets here” She said leading the way back to her kitchen to make me a coffee 
“Thank you for all of this by the way… You know letting me stay here and passing my number onto Jack” I say, hugging her lightly
“Anytime chica! I love having you here!” She said returning the hug and laughing as we talk until Jack texts telling me he’s here
“Hey babe, I’m outside” He sends causing both me and Andrea to squeal and quickly make my way over to the door, opening it and seeing him leaning on the outside of his car smiling up at me, I wave to Andrea and make my way down to him, a blush remaining on my cheek
“Hi” I say quietly once I reach him
“Hi… Its so fucking great to finally meet you.” He said, leaning forward and embracing me in a hug.