also what is he even wearing on his head

We all know Alicia was a very famous model and it kinda made me think… if you hang out with someone who knows about make-up, you end up knowing about make-up. You talk to your friends about work, so they know what happened at the office. 

Enter Bob. Hockey-mad Bob who meets Alicia at a party where he’s being introduced to one of her friends and who is just… floored… by this woman. It’s obvious. He’s head over heels before he even knows it - Alicia? Not so much. 

I mean, sure, he’s cute and he’s got a butt that just will not quit, but he’s also clueless about the things she’s interested in. He knows nothing about clothes, designers, photographers - nothing. He wears what he’s told. Jesus - he’s got a mullet. She’s not interested. 

I want Bob being very aware that Alicia is out of his league. He makes an effort. He gets his hair cut into something more fashionable - he thinks he looks a little like Tom Selleck, and suddenly he’s ‘the good looking one’ on the team. He starts to look at what famous pop stars and actors wear. 

Bad Bob is learning that he’s not going to be David Bowie but maybe he can get a suit that’s a little different, right? 

He learns about what's ‘hot’ and not from his sister, his friends girlfriends and wives - he has a few well meaning 80′s disaster fashion moments, but he gets through it. He reads fashion magazines and rolls his eyes at the chirps. He tries to remember who took the photograph. He may have a notebook. Jack gets his dorky nature from somewhere. 

The next time he meets Alicia he’s able to hold a decent conversation about her time in Milan. He knows who she worked with, he’s able to ask about things SHE LIKES.

She’s impressed. And after they’ve been dating a few months, she stays the night. 

Only to find that Bob has converted the bedroom next to his into a walk in closet fit for a queen.

“Well, I just thought… you know…” He shrugs. “You might want to hang some of your things up if you come over.”

So when she’s standing in Jack’s new apartment and sees the state of the art kitchen, the brand new appliances… 

“Who cooks, Bob?”


“Who does Jack know that cooks?”

“No one.” He says, stretching out on the couch so that his arm falls over her shoulders. “I think that the Bittle kid bakes - remember the cookies?” He kisses her on the cheek because he can. God, she does love this man. “Why?”

“No reason.”

sterek halloween fics

Happy Halloween everybody! 

always the sidekick (never the superhero) by  mirrorkill | 44.4K

Yup. Stiles has successfully managed to convince himself that nothing is worth the indignity of the costume and he’s reaching to pull the skintight outfit over his head when his phone chimes. He looks down.

Don’t even think about it, Stilinski.

(Wherein Stiles wears spandex, Derek does too, and “convince” doesn’t mean what Lydia thinks it means.)

And Also, I Love You by alisvolatpropiis |7,155 |

Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams. They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them, transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages, and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder face.

bonfires burning bright (room in my coffin tonight) by  hito | 12.2K

Stiles may hate Halloween, but he loves working at the Haunted House – at least until the new girl steals his cushy job in the office. But she also introduces him to the guy he’s had a crush on for years, so he supposes she can’t be a total witch. That doesn’t mean Derek isn’t a vampire.

borders and horizon lines by magneticwave |14,833 |

“Let me do this nice thing for you, Derek, no strings attached,” said nobody ever.

Can I Keep You? by  wearing_tearing | 16K

After practically being raised watching Buffy, The X-Files, and Ghostbusters, Stiles liked to think his reaction to seeing a shimmery shadow resembling a seventeen year old boy floating ten inches above ground and glaring fiercely at him wouldn’t be to let out a high pitch scream, try to karate chop him, and then, when that obviously didn’t work, throw a basketball at him.

A basketball that just went right through the boy’s stomach.

or, the Sterek Casper AU.

Disco Cops by GotTheSilver | 3,104 |

“You don’t need to protect me, Stiles.” “Officer of the law here,” Stiles says, his smile twisting into a dirty smirk. “That’s my job.” “Not in those shorts.” “How about out of these shorts?”

Dude, Werewolves by mysecretashes |29,623 |

Stiles gets partnered with Cora for a history project, and they become bros. Also, he kind of falls in love with her older brother, Derek.

Hallow’s Warmth by raisesomehale |3,550 |

Derek and Cora own the little coffee shop downtown, Stiles is the regular and talkative client that Derek may or may not be infatuated with, and the cold weather is extremely inconvenient considering it dusts Stiles’ cheeks with a rosy shade of red and causes his breath to frost over in white puffs whenever he laughs.

Pining and Halloweenie things ensue.

Intermediate Braiding Skills by  apocryphal | 10.4K

In which Lydia assembles her Halloween costume, learns to make friends, and shamelessly exploits her father’s crush on Stiles Stilinski.

Just a Little Hocus Pocus by secondstar |16,837 |

On All Hallow’s Eve when the moon is round, a virgin will summon us from under the ground. Stiles lights the black flame candle, bringing three witches back from the dead who need his soul to survive the night.

Little Red Riding Hood (you sure are looking good) by aohatsu | 10,216|

Stiles hangs out with werewolves. Stiles dresses up as Little Red Riding Hood for Halloween. It’s supposed to be ironic.

Marked for Later by  hazelNuts | 5K

The Hale and the McCall pack have an uneasy truce. Now, when a witch has been killing people in both their territories, Derek and Stiles have to go undercover and actually work together to stop her.

‘We’ll go as a couple, of course. Then we either ask her if she wants a threesome, or I complain to her about my dick of a boyfriend. That role shouldn’t be too hard for you,’ Stiles grins, delighted at Derek’s horrified expression. ‘Now all we need are costumes.’


Masque by JenNova |3,550 |

Derek’s not sure he can remember what he was trying to achieve here. “That’s not really a costume,” Stiles’ voice returns, curling into Derek’s ear. Derek suppresses a shiver. “It’s a costume,” he says, shocked by how rough his voice sounds. He needs to get out of here.

reason to stay by  bleep0bleep | 12.5K

It’s the last week of October, and a small town baker has run into his first crush again. Fate might have other ideas. Stiles tries for romance with a little help from what Beacon Hills does best— Halloween.

sure to lure something bad by  lazulisong | 4K

Stiles has the best worst ideas, or so he thinks. Derek isn’t so sure about that.

Stiles dresses up as a werewolf, Derek dresses like Red Riding Hood, NOTHING ends in tears.

There is a Brotherhood by minusoneday |21,004 |

So far, college has taught Stiles three things:

1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.

2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.

3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.

Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale’s fraternity.

they call kids like up vicious and carved out of stone by  standinginanicedress | 20.5K

“Since you’re so sure, what’s the proof that you have that he’s not a vampire?”

Feeling like he’s the only sane person left on planet earth, Derek rolls his eyes heavenward. “First of all, there’s not a mound of dust sitting where he used to be -” he gestures upwards towards the sun like behold, the light, and Scott’s jaw tics, “and second of all, he’s never done anything even remotely suspicious.”

wishing to be the friction in your jeans by thatworldinverted | 3,330 |

Stiles is just trying to go to work every day and earn a paycheck. It’s not his fault he keeps getting distracted by six feet of muscle and the angriest scowl this side of the Cascades.

You’re the Only One(sie) for Me by  mikkimouse | 8.4K

Stiles buys Halloween costumes online and badgers Derek into wearing one for a party at the Preserve, because they’re friends now and friends do those kinds of things. It’s all fun and games until he and Derek turn into their costumes.

Stiles probably should have done a little more research on the seller.

Next Contestant

Title: Next Contestant

Type: Song Fic

Words: 1688

AN: This is for my girl @nerd-girl-642 ! Once again, I get all my Spanish from Google. I apologize if its wrong in anyway. If everything goes the way I want it too this will be the first of many song fics following this relationship. I am also working on a chapter story about how they met. Let me know what you guys think!


I judge by what she’s wearing
Just how many heads I’m tearing
Off of assholes coming on to her

Nevada watches Stephanie enter the bar, being fashionably late as usual. She always found small ways to push his buttons if he neglected her for too long for work. She also like to make him sweat and suffer. The dress she wore was all he needed to confirm that. A sleek red number that hugged every curve he loved to claim for his own. A dress that was so short if she moved even an inch in the wrong way, everyone would see her panty choice for the day. Him being fairly certain it was commando. He quickly downed the glass of bourbon he was holding and watched her.

Each night seems like it’s getting worse
And I wish she’d take the night off
So I don’t have to fight off
Every asshole coming on to her
It happens every night she works

Nevada allowed her to work here to get her out of the house. It was a place he felt certain she would be safe, but she didn’t take it very seriously at all. The other employees tolerated her indiscretions because he gave them no other choice. He was growing tired of her game, however, as he watched the 3rd man she came in contact with wrap his arm around her, fingers splaying across her hip-his hip. He ground his teeth together, his right hand Jacob, stepping close.

“Want me to handle it, Jefe?” He asks eyeing her as well. He waves his hand dismissively. If it gets much more out of hand, he would handle it.

They’ll go and ask the DJ
Find out just what would she say
If they all tried coming on to her
Don’t they know it’s never going to work

She casually dismisses the man with a smile and he exhales. However, she only replaces that single man with two more. He growls under his breath. She was trying his patience something fierce. These pendejos thought it was okay to touch her because she let them. What they didn’t understand was it wasn’t her place to give them that permission. He’d be damn if he shared with anyone.  

They think they’ll get inside her
With every drink they buy her
As they all try coming on to her
This time somebody’s getting hurt

Here comes the next contestant
He watches as two different men hand her a drink on each side. Stephanie knew better than to take drinks from strangers. So much could happen. People use her to get to him. They could drug her and she’d never know until it was too late. He watches her take them flirtatiously. She sits one down gently and holds one, pretending to sip it. Good girl. He had almost relaxed when a particularly rowdy drunk came up behind her, grabbing both her hips and grinding himself against her. The growl that escaped his lips was feral and filled with anger. He stands quickly and is by her side in a second.

Is that your hand on my girlfriend?
Is that your hand?
I wish you’d do it again
I’ll watch you leave here limping

Nevada doesn’t even say a word as he jerks the man back from her by his hair. Jacob quickly inserts himself between Stephanie and the fight as a crack sounds through the space, almost louder than the music, as Nevada smashes a beer bottle over his head. He wasn’t even worth his waste of spoken threats. He scoops him back up, hot blood coating his fingers. He lets out another laugh before punching the man in the same place he’d just cut open repeatedly. The drunk flailed about miserably, trying to fight him off.

I wish you’d do it again
I’ll watch you leave here limping
There goes the next contestant

He drops the man to the floor and delivers several swift kicks to his abdomen. Stephanie watches, chewing on her lip. He hits him one last time for good measure and turns to Jacob.

“Take out the trash.” He states, before wiping his bloody hands on a nearby napkin and slinking his arm around Stephanie’s waist, tugging her to the VIP.

“You think your funny, mi amor?” He whispers in her ear as they walk. She sighs loudly. “It’s your fault that boy won’t make it home tonight. Well, any other night either.” He laughs harshly.

“I could have handled him myself. Without you going all crazy.” She comments, a pout gracing her face.

“You seemed like you were handling it just fine when all that stood between you and his dick in what belongs to me was two pieces of fabric. “ He growls, increasing his grip on her waist, as he plops down into his previously occupied chair, pulling her onto his lap.

“I’m not a piece of meat, Nevada.” Stephanie reminds him, scolding tone clear.

“Your whatever I want you to be. You belong to me. Lo entiendes? “ He growls, slipping one finger underneath her dress, sliding it carefully up her already soaking slit. “Such a naughty girl. No panties and soaking wet. “

“Nevada..” She hisses, half moan, half scolding. “Were in public.” He chuckles removing his finger and pushing her up, swatting her backside.

“Go get me a beer, carino.” He commands. She sighs, and adjusts her dress walking towards the bar.

I even fear the ladies
They’re cool but twice as crazy
Just as bad for coming on to her
Don’t they know it’s never going to work

She strolls up to the bar, where the female bartender approaches her. She is dressed in leather, much like Nevada, but much more revealing. Her breasts are barely covered by her skimpy top and Stephanie finds her eyes  glancing at them quickly before looking to her eyes.

“Hey doll, what can I get ya?” She asks, reaching forward to touch her hand, which was splayed on the bar. Stephanie smiles at her warmly, moving her hand to adjust her dress again.

“Two beers please. And place them on Trullijo’s tab.” She instructs. The girl nods and quickly fills the order, handing them to her, her fingers brushing hers again.

“If you ever get tired of Mr. High and Mighty, hit me up. Maybe I can teach you a few things.” She says winking before turning away from her. Stephanie feels her cheeks blush as she turns and heads back towards the VIP.

Nevada rolls his eyes as he watches the exchange between the two women. As hot as a threesome sounded, he still didn’t feel like sharing.

Each time she bats an eyelash
Somebody’s grabbing her ass
Everyone keeps coming on to her
This time somebody’s getting hurt

Here comes the next contestant

She is almost to the VIP section when a man steps in front of her, nursing his own beer. She tries to side step him to finish making her way to Nevada, but he blocks her path again.

“Excuse me.” She says politely.

“I’ve been watching you all night.” He states with a smile. “I’ve decided I want you to accompany me back to my house.” He says loosening the tie around his neck. He is dressed very professionally. Maybe a lawyer or something.

“I’m sorry sugar. I’m already here with someone.” She tries to explain, glancing at Nevada over his shoulder, praying he’s distracted. However, she is met with his disapproving gaze.

“I bet I can show you a better time than whoever he is. I’ll make you come so many times you won’t be able to see straight.” He says, stepping closer, voice dropping lower with his promises.

“Really darling. I can’t. He’s waiting.” She tries again. “I’m sorry.” He rolls his eyes, as he steps aside, granting her the exit she needs. As she walks past his hand reaches out and grabs her left ass cheek roughly. She yelps before she can stop herself and her eyes quickly cut to Nevada who is now beside her.

I’m hating what she’s wearing
Everybody here keeps staring
Can’t wait ‘til they get what they deserve
This time somebody’s getting hurt

Here comes the next contestant

Nevada jerks the man’s hand away from your ass and quickly punches him twice. The man stumbles backwards.

“What the hell is wrong with you pendejos tonight? Fuck!” He growls, punching the man again as he falls to the floor. “You see that?” He asks loudly, pointing to Stephanie. “THAT belongs to me! Understand? MINE!” He shouts, kicking the man roughly.

Stephanie sighs as she is backed away from the fight by Jacob once again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He’s really gonna be pissed now. Fuck. She takes a seat in the chair previously occupied by Nevada and watches, almost lazily, as he beats the hell out of the man in front of him.

The crowd has parted as Nevada drags him to the door himself and throws his limp body out on the street.

I wish you’d do it again
Each night seems like it’s getting worse
I wish you’d do it again
This time somebody’s getting hurt

He turns back to the remaining occupants of the bar, as he wipes the blood off his hands for the second time that night.

“Anyone else need a refresher in keeping their hands off what belongs to me?” He asks, loud enough for the people around him to hear. Several men back up, a few shaking their heads.

“Good. The next time, I won’t waste my time with the beat down.” He growls, tugging his jacket back behind his pistol so it’s on clear display. “Me entiendes?” He asks, not really waiting for an answer as he walks back to the VIP and tugs Stephanie to her feet.

“Come on. Were leaving.” He states. “Time to take you home.” He wraps his arm around her roughly. “I think you need a refresher in exactly who you belong too.” He growls, voice low in her ear a shiver passing through her body.

There goes the next contestant

Cameron Dallas (Smut)

Cameron and I have been dating for like 6 months or so , he treats my like a princess, fucks me like one but I just want to be fuck like a slut. I decided to tease him today, by wearing a yoga pants that make my ass look nice and round also one of my favorite tank tops without a bra, #freethenipple .

I walked to the living room where Cameron was watch tv. I felt his eyes watching my boobs, but then turn his head to watch the tv again. I tried another way to tease him is to drop something and pick it up. “Don’t even think about it” he said when I attempted to drop the remote control. I mentally cursed is it that obvious that I was being a tease, what a fail. But that didn’t stop me. I drop the remote control and then pick it up slowly before looking back and seeing me stare at my ass, he made eye contact with me, and I winked before running to the room, knowing his going to be following me.

I closed the door behind me, laying on bed, taking my yoga pants and my panties also discarding my tank top . I hear Cameron knock on the door. I chuckled and slid my hands down to my dripping core, teasing my self by rubbing my clit. I moan as inserted my finger inside my pussy. “Babe, you’re touch yourself right?” Cameron said from outside the locked the door, I moaned in response, he muttered something but I couldn’t quite hear because of my moans.

“Please, let me in” he begged, shaking the knob. I pumped my finger faster and moaning loudly his name, receiving a groan from Cam. “Babe, my finger are better than yours please let me in” he growls. “My finger are perfect” I teased, he is right his finger feel fucking perfect inside my pussy, I heard the door knob jingle I knew he had keys for our bedroom. He enter the room, I look at him innocently and moaning as I added another finger pumping more faster than before.

He palms his dick through his sweatpants. Honestly my dream was seeing Cameron touching himself. He took his dick out of his sweatpants before pumping himself, I smirk when I realized he wasn’t wearing underwear, I knew he was planing to have sex today. “Fuck, Cameron” I moan as I reached my climax. I walk closer to Cam before kneeling down, replacing his hand with mines. he whimper as kitten lips his sensitive red tip. I licked the base then going to his tip of his cock. I took him in my mouth and pumping the rest that couldn’t fit in my mouth. “Fuck, Babe” he groans, making a shift ponytail. I look at him through my lashes, seeing him rolled his head back as I go deeper, his Adam apple bobbing from the groans and moans he was keeping inside his throat. I hallowed my cheeks when I felt him twitched a couples a time before shooting his loads in my throat.

He kisses me hungrily tasting himself. “I know how bad you want to fuck you” he grins, looking for a condom in the drawer. “No fuck me raw, fuck me so hard, fuck me like a slut, make me cum so hard” I said, laying head in the mattress and my back arched. He lifted his eyebrows not expecting the words coming out my so called ‘innocent’ mouth.

He rub my fold with his cock, collecting my wetness using it as an alternative lube. We both moans loudly as he thrusted roughly inside my pussy. “Um…fuck yes yes yes yes” I managed to moan out as the overwhelming pleasure increases when his thrust goes faster then before. He slaps my ass roughly making me groans in mix of pain and pleasure. “I knew you were a bad girl” he said slapping my ass again. “Fuck again, spank me again” I whine, feeling him slap my ass multiple times. “I’m so close” he said, when his started to sloppily thrust but still going deeper. My legs shakes as his dick twitches inside my wet and warm pussy before we both came. “best sex ever” I panted, he nods in agreement, “you should tease me more often” he said making me giggle.


I’ve been getting a lot of questions about Demonic Guardians, so i finally designed mine!

Meet Pierre, Tooth-collecting rope-haired loose canon pirate! 

With a canon for a leg. Of course.

Well known for giving children various swords and accidentally committing arson.

“Not at all!” Saran shakes her head. “Even when we were in the Steppes, we knew better than that. Looking no further than what another presents to you is bound to get you killed. Every time.”

Kadan nodded his head enthusiastically to Saran’s words. “Indeed, your appearance is just one of the many criteria we’re judging you upon. We also take into account your cleanliness and ability to pronounce words correctly,” he said in that deep, well-spoken Othardian accent of his.


((Not to mention they’d seriously be ones to talk. jk THIS AIN’T IC. IT’S POTD-WEAR. helps with the lava and death))

Thank you for the question, @jadestormbrand c: ))


You know what really gets me about this? Look at the change in Dwalin’s posture, the way he’s standing. 

On the left is a moment from AUJ as example, but throughout the entire quest you see how he’s standing with both feet firmly planted to the ground, back straight, eyes forward, daring anyone to challenge him. He is a warrior and a dwarf and proud of being both, knowing his own abilities and what he can do and it all displays unconsciously even when he is only looking at Thorin like here. 

The Dwalin after the Battle of Five Armies is just completely different. Feet still firmly on the ground but it looks more like to keep himself from falling in a world where he has lost every hold, hands clasped in front of him (also notice how he has chosen to actually wear a ring), head slightly bent (and genuinely wet eyes don’t even get me started on this). There is nothing proud or happy in his posture here. Like Graham mentioned before, he has lost every faith in his ability as a warrior, as someone who is able to protect. This is the posture of someone who’s barely holding himself together, but already broken inside.

In short: Graham McTavish is an amazing actor and I will curl up in bed and cry now bc Dwalin killing me.

am-i-right-counselor  asked:

You are the best for doing this! HC for what dating punk!Sonny would be like?

Originally posted by minidodds

  • It’s great but also insane
  • His band is his work so he has odd hours
    • Mainly sleeping during the day and waking up in the afternoon to get ready for gigs
  • Be prepared to deal with him slipping out of bed to go write songs
    • Once he has a guitar riff in his head he needs to write it down
    • Same with lyrics even if they don’t make any sense when he’s fully awake later
  • Lots of stealing band t-shirts
    • Because that’s all Sonny ever wears
  • Helping him dye his hair weird colors
    • Which sometimes means your shower is dyed weird colors on accident
  • He’ll write songs for and about you when he gets inspired
    • Other times he’ll ask your opinion on songs
      • But only the ones he’s really confident in
  • His band members are his family so he really wants you to like them
    • And is glad when you actually do
  • Going to all of his shows if you can make it
    • Embarrassing him by cheering the loudest
  • Buying him guitar picks because he always looses them
    • “I had them two days ago. I swear I put them in the case”
  • Wanting him to teach you how to play if you don’t
    • And if you do then the two of you practice together
  • Singing in the kitchen, and the living room, and basically every room of the house
  • Music is playing 24/7
  • Going to concerts together and grinning like idiots
  • Introducing one another to new bands
    • And making mixtapes for one another because you both are cheesy like that
  • Stealing kisses in the middle of writing sessions
    • Sonny pretends to be angry but your too adorable so he can’t
Leeyum and his funny hats:)

Lima bean used to wear all kinds of hats. Let’s revise?

Mr. Woody:) He’s sooooo adorable!

Aww! Everytime these pics makes me smile

Baby boy:)

Hello, Mister Captain!

What time is our flight?

Ohhh, cowboy!

Or a baby cowboy:)

Must be comfy, eh?


Also he wears costumes


What about cute beanies?

Who gave them to Liam? Well, thanks:)

Pouty lips and something weird on his head

Sexy man

He sees it and immediately puts on his head:)

Absolutely suits him!


He’s my favorite flower:)

Liam’s outfit is spectacular!!!

Oh, I love him soooo much!

Hottie with sombrero

He looks so nice in them ♥


BUT! Even our fave hat-lover needs help. Liam’s boyfriend is always right next to him:)

Zaynie thinks that his babe needs a flower crown:)

No comments

He can’t leave him alone in this:)

But sometimes Zayn just looks at Leeyum and thinks “I love this dork”


Liam knows that Zaynie is the King of his heart:)


Make the Fireflies Dance

Because today it’s the lovely notenoughgatorade’s birthday so I wrote this. I hope you’ll like it, sweetie.
Title is from Six pence none the richer’s song Kiss me because I’m cliché like that. 

Rating: G
Tags: High school, jock!stiles, nerd!derek, humor, fluff, dating, first date, first kiss

Derek is probably crazy. Scratch that; he’s definitely crazy. What was he thinking, asking Stiles Stilinski on a date?! Lacrosse player, cool, smart, gorgeous Stiles Stilinski. Stiles Stilinski who, apparently, also is crazy because he said yes.

Derek has been freaking out for the last couple hours. He doesn’t have any clothes to wear to a date, especially not one with Stiles. Derek must’ve hit his head. He doesn’t even have any contacts left so he’ll have to go to the date in his nerdy glasses.

“You’ll go bald,” his sister Laura unhelpfully says as he tugs on his hair. Derek immediately stops the tugging. It would be just Derek’s luck to go bald before his date.

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Happy happy birthday to the beautiful and lovely clarkescurves!  (everyone go wish Kate a happy birthday because she deserves wonderful wonderful things).

So here’s some Bellamy/Raven as everyone’s favorite squabbling roommates (and because this is me we’re talking about, some Bellarke may have snuck in there, too.)


The front door to their apartment hadn’t even closed yet and his roommate was already yelling at him.  Bellamy sighed and rolled his eyes.  He locked the door and threw his messenger bag onto the couch.

“What?” he yelled back

Raven’s head appeared from the entrance of her room, wearing a frown.  “Your shit is everywhere.  Again.  Also your room smells like wet laundry.”  Despite the angry tone in her voice there was a teasing look in her eye.

Bellamy sighed again and threw himself onto the couch.  “The laundry is probably Clarke’s fault,” he muttered into the couch cushions. “You know how hopeless she is at domestic things.”

Something damp hit his face.  Bellamy peeled his eyes open and pulled one of his socks off his face.  It did have a distinctly…unpleasant odor.  He made a face.

“That,” he told her, “is disgusting.”  He threw the sock back in Raven’s general direction but she ducked and laughed, moving father into he room and falling back onto the couch, crushing his calves.

He pulled his feet out from under her and kicked at her side.  She punched him lightly in the stomach.  Bellamy gasped.

“My girlfriend isn’t the one who doesn’t understand how dryers work,” Raven told him in that mock-patient voice that she knew pissed him off.

Bellamy growled.  “That’s because you don’t have a girlfriend.”

Raven grinned and shrugged.  “And who’s fault is that?”

He shot her a confused look.  “Technically yours?”

She stared at him for a second and raised a finger.  “Okay,” she said slowly.  “That is definitely not what I meant to say.”

They both burst out laughing.

“Anyway,” he managed finally, still wheezing slightly.  “If I remember correctly you’re the one who introduced me to Clarke in the first place.”

Raven smiled again, more softly this time, as a far away look came into her eyes. “Ah,” she said in an airy voice, “our late 20s.  What a time.  So carefree.”

Bellamy kicked her again.  “Says the girl who didn’t have to go through grad school.”

“Again,” she said crossly.  “Not my fault you’re a nerd who has a penchant for higher education.”

He rolled his eyes again.

“Maybe for Clarke’s birthday you can buy her cooking lessons,” Raven mused after a long silence.

Bellamy chuckled.  “Why don’t you do it.”

“Are you fucking kidding?  I value having my head attached to my shoulders, thank you.”

“Then why did you want me to do it?” he asked, grumpy.

She shrugged, fighting a smile.  “You know, Bell, I do quite like this apartment.  But maybe it would be nicer if it was just mine.”

“Oh, fuck you, Reyes,” he shot back.  She lost the battle against her smile.

Bellamy had met Raven at a bar when he’d tried to pick her up after they’d both had a few too many drinks.  He’d taken her back to his place and while he was struggling with taking his shirt off (maybe he’d been a bit more dunk than he’d thought, okay, vodka always knocked him on his ass) she’d wandered into the spare bedroom that his college roommate, Miller, had occupied until the week before when he’d moved in with his boyfriend.

Somehow they’d ended up on the couch, Bellamy still wearing his shirt, both of them still kind of drunk, eating flaming hot Cheetos out of the bag.  The next day Raven moved out of her measly apartment into Bellamy’s spare room.  That had been five years ago.

Instead of the casual fling he’d been expecting, she’d become his roommate, trusted confidant, and an incredible wingman, responsible for introducing him to the girl he was madly in love with (and planning to propose to on their third anniversary in a couple months—maybe it was about time he told Raven about that).

“Speaking of Clarke,” he said slowly, reaching into his bag and wrapping his fingers around the small velvet box he’d been carrying around constantly for the last few weeks.

Raven shot up, eyes searching his face.  “Yes?” she demanded.

He bit his lip and pulled out the box, presenting it to her.

She ripped it out of his hand and popped it open, a hand flying to her face.  The next thing he knew, she had thrown herself on top of him and was squeezing him so tightly he couldn’t breathe.

“Bellamy Blake,” she said, a catch in her throat.  “You had better make me your best man or I swear to fucking God I will kill you.”

He laughed, a little breathless, and pulled a piece of her hair out of his mouth.  “I think Clarke’s going to want you to be her maid of honor,” he replied.  “And that’s assuming she even says yes.”

Pffft,” she protested, pulling back.  “That girl is so in love with you it makes me sick.”  She grinned again.  “And anyway, who says I can’t be the best man and the maid of honor?”

Bellamy laughed as she rocked back onto her half of the couch.

“Chinese for dinner?” she asked, grabbing the remote off the side table.  “And Netflix?”

She cast a look over at him, waiting for his agreement.  He smiled, kicked his feet up onto the coffee table and nodded.  “Please.”

anonymous asked:

What would Vernon, Woozi, Hoshi, and Junghan's opinions towards couple clothing be?? (also bless you for doing seventeen scenarios. You are feeding my obsession.)


Junghan would find it cheesy and weird with couple clothing and when you ask him to wear it with you he would hesitate a lot wearing couple clothing he won’t say no but it’ll take him abit of time to actually put on couple clothing or something.

With Hoshi (Soonyoung)… His fine with couple clothing, he might even be the one suggesting to wear it together, he might go as far as buy every couple clothing he could, from head to toe all matching >.<

Woozi (Jihoon) would definitely not like couple clothing like Junghan: he’ll find it too cheesy and cliché but with abit more convincing on your side he might agree but with something really small and hardly noticed.

Vernon (Hansol): you’ll never know with this guy, he might like it but he might not like it either and if he likes it he’ll probably prefer accessories more but if it had to be clothing it’ll be couple shoes.

- Viv