blonde wannabe

birdlovesafish  asked:

May I request a Photographer Jughead and a Modeling to pay her way through college Betty fic pretty please? With Betty becoming Jug's muse?

Girls On Film: Part 1

Summary: After insulting every major supermodel in the business, world renowned fashion photographer, Jughead Jones, is paired with up-and-coming model, Betty Cooper. 

Words: 2,966

Warnings: Swearing and drinking. 

A/N: I know nothing about the modelling/photography world. Most of my knowledge comes from America’s Next Top Model. I’m really sorry this is so long. Also, I have nothing against any of the models mentioned in this story. 

Part 2 is here. This is also on AO3

I also edited this myself so prepare for errors. 


“Cara cancelled.” Veronica Lodge informed her boss Jughead Jones.

“Why?” He asked, a hint of annoyance in his tone. He looked at a variety of different lenses with his assistant photographer, Sabrina Spellmen, a tiny, blonde wannabe photographer.

“She found out you were the one shooting and pulled out.” Veronica gathered her dark brown hair into a ponytail, faking nonchalance as she waited for more questions from the world most sought after fashion photographer.

“Why would she do that?” He questioned, handing Sabrina suitcases full of equipment. “We took such beautiful pictures together.” He lied.

“She doesn’t really remember it that way.” Veronica crossed her jean clad legs, letting her foot bounce. “She remembers a large argument where you called her ‘a fucking brain dead meat sack with a pretty face’ and she told you to go fuck yourself and then you called her a cunt.” Veronica raised her eyebrows. “Do you remember that, Jug? Cause I do and apparently so does Cara and she didn’t take so kindly to it.”

He placed his clenched fists on the table. “I asked her to look wistful and I asked her if she knew what that meant and she nodded.” He turned to look at Veronica. “And instead of wistful, I got constipated. Thank god she’s beautiful and I could salvage the shoot.” He pulled on his suspenders as he walked around his bright living room. “How about instead of giving the models free clothes at the end of each shoot we hand them a fucking dictionary.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Its bullshit, they go on about my temper but does anyone say anything about their mediocrity? Just because they are hot doesn’t mean they are models. We aren’t just selling clothes, we are selling a lifestyle and if I can’t get girls who can take direction then I can’t do my job.” He untied his flannel button down from around his waist, discarding it on the bed. “I need girls with fire in their eyes.”

“Well, I’m not sure what you are getting today but I’ve heard good things.” Veronica stood up and pulled out a portfolio. She placed it on the coffee table and pushed it over to him. “She walked the runway for Dolce and Gabanna, Elie Saab and Dior last season.”

“I don’t give a shit about runway.” He snapped approaching her.

“She’s a former ballerina but she quit because she was too tall.”

“How tall?”

“Six feet and because she used to dance she’s very flexible and good with her body.” Veronica informed.  “She’s done editorial in Vogue, Elle, W and Paper Magazine.”  

“Let me see her face.”

Veronica moved out of the way and let him browse the portfolio. The first thing Jughead noticed was her body, you could tell how tall she was without scale and Veronica was right, she knew how to move and pose it. The only problem was the photographers didn’t know to photograph her properly. They made her look awkward and gangly.

He turned the page to see a shot of just her face. Her blonde hair was slicked back and she had honey running down her face, dripping off her eyelashes and mouth. She had a strong jaw line, cheekbones that most models would die for, pouty lips, and green-blue eyes that looked like that were churning in the still image.

That is what he wanted. That was fire.

“What’s her name?” He asked.

“Elizabeth Cooper,” Veronica said looking at her nails.

“And we have her?” Jughead moved away from the table and grabbed his bag.

“She is on site right now in hair and make-up, waiting for you.” Veronica packed everything up realizing they were about to leave. Sabrina was piling bags and boxes up near the door.

“This is what I’m talking about.” He pointed at the portfolio. “Finally a model I can actually work with.” He grabbed his sunglasses and slung his bag over his shoulder. “I should start calling people cunts more often, this really worked out for me.” He grinned.

“I really wish you wouldn’t.” Veronica muttered, as the three of them left his house and headed to the site.

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It's a bird...it's a plane... it's a dumbass!!

I have been debating this post for the past few days, but just decided to do it and get it over with. If for no other reason, it will make me feel better, and may help some of you too!

Aside from the current mood that is surrounding Shippers ( and some quite understandably and with good reason…they know who they are and have my unwavering support!), I am trying to figure out why any of us want to continue fanning at all based on all of the horse poop I have been reading lately. The fear and intimidation some have felt is very real, so I am not diminishing that one bit. If anything, I am royally pissed that trolls and scumbots have the ability to do this to anyone, and especially to anyone here. But, that is not what this post is about.

I am truly baffled why people in our part of the community cannot seem to enjoy SC and the reason we came together any longer. Maybe I am a little delusional, but since I am one of the perceived few people who see pictures and tweets and think positive thoughts instead of automatically descending into “Spot the Swiffer mop”, or “I Spy bad roots” ….I truly don’t get it!! SA has been a gold mine as far as I am concerned, but for whatever reason, people are turning it into the worst game of Clue ever invented. As far as I am concerned, the goodies we have seen from them have been quite fun, and it is one of the prime reasons the other side is ramping up the doubt through anon’s and asks. My hat’s off to the folks that answer these ridiculous people, and I won’t do it because I have neither the time, nor the patience for such idiocy. I love those who take them down with the witty responses, and wish more would do just that!

So, if I might offer any suggestions….think about this….next time we get a pic of them hiking, how about enjoying it instead of questioning every thing about it. This last round was crazy…“ is Sam with them, is he planking somewhere else, is he on another peak, did Cait not hike with Sam” is Sam’s dick on the peak??..you see where I am going with this. Based on Cesar’s IG, and the fact that a group went hiking, and Sam’s own post said he was at Table Mountain answered the question for us….so, WHO THE HELL CARED about those other questions??? They went hiking together….WHEEEE!!!

My point is sometimes we need to take our collective heads out of our own asses and enjoy the fanning experience. Instead, we are becoming our own anti’s, and as I have said a zillion times….I will NOT do their work for them. At the end of the day, this is a TV show, and these are two actors, and two people that will probably never be my BFF’S, nor will I exchange Christmas cards with. But, I will be damned before I let anyone decide or prevent me from enjoying what I came here for, and that includes ourselves. I am not a rainbows and unicorns type of person, and compared to the real issues of the world (London, bullying, doxxing..the list is long), this is escapism entertainment at best, and we should treat it as such.

So, find your joy where you can, snark where you need to, and stop waiting for the sky to fall. I for one am sitting on the Lido Deck in the sunshine, lamenting the plight of some of my virtual friends, yet toasting and bragging about how great our ship really is. And ,watching my SA duo work, hang out personally and continue to contribute to the narrative that has been written for three fucking years, and continues to be written to this day. We just need to pay attention. Fake blondes, wannabe BFF’S and wankers need not apply!

SAIL ON SWEET SHIPSTERS!! Love to you all!❤❤❤

Picture Perfect (pt. 1)

PT. 1 | PT. 2 | PT. 3 | PT. 4 | PT. 5

Reader x Yoongi

Plot: After finding yourself in the same situation day after day, a stranger with a camera happens to change up everything with just a snap of a button and a lot of misunderstandings.

Genre: Drama/Romance

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“Your Existence Gives Me a Headache.”

Even though I’d been strolling around the same side of town for almost five years, the views never ceased to amaze me.

I mean, the area was kind of run-down, and some areas were sketchy if you happened to linger around after dark, but for some reason it had a certain aura that drew me in. Maybe it was the old buildings that looked like I had traveled back in time 50 years, or perhaps I found the crooked park benches with weeds practically growing out of them charming and full of personality. Whatever it was, I liked it.

Not a whole lot of people lived here – I didn’t blame them – since the town itself was really old and outdated, the weather wasn’t outstanding, and the only form of fun was the movie theater which was run by an old couple who barely even knew what an on button was. I didn’t mind the emptiness though, in-fact I enjoyed it a lot. No long lines, not a lot of drama, and it was easy to make friends. Almost everyone in the town knew each other and no one was left out. Which was why when suddenly I heard the snap of a camera coming from an unknown face, autopilot turned off my feet.

At first I was a little shocked. Since the lenses were pointing directly at me, my first thought was that he was some kind of pervert taking pictures of me. I frowned, trying to dismiss the thoughts of a pervert tourist picking me out as the prize of the litter, since the he actual possibility of that happening was slim to none. The pedo-vibe didn’t exactly come off of him and I felt pretty stupid for randomly stopping in the middle of the street right in front of him.

“I wasn’t ready,” I said aloud before striking a dramatic pose, “do it now.” I opened an eye to peek at him, hoping I made a smooth recovery so I wouldn’t look like I was the pervert stopping to look at him. Needless to say, he looked offended and confused. He knitted his eyebrows together as he lowered his camera with a pissy expression plastered to his face.

Butoh his face.

I hadn’t gotten a good look at anything except his fancy ass camera and his hair that came out in blonde tufts around his head, but even in the midst of my embarrassing act I could make out his pale features. His eyes held a soft brown even though they were glaring at me, and his clear complexion enveloped the dollop nose that led down to his lips that were plump even though they were pushed into a straight line ready to scold me.

“As if. I hate to break it to you but you weren’t my focus point sweetheart. So could you help me out and scootch a little to right I could actually take the shot of the fountain behind you.” He scoffed, shaking his hand to the right of me.

My jaw dropped, taken aback from his straight forward tone.

“Actually, if you could maybe scootch a lot that would help, thanks.” He held the camera up to his face once more.

I guess it was my turn to be offended and confused. Why the hell was he being so rude? I mean, at least he WASN’T a horny guy, but seriously. “What a kind way to say excuse me.” I barked, relaxing my posture. I wasn’t going to let some blonde-photographer-wannabe tell me what to do even IF he was attractive.

Sighing, he lowered the camera again, “Miss. Can you PLEASE excuse me? I’m trying to take a picture.” He rolled his eyes, sarcasm practically oozing out of his being. Now he was getting on my nerves.

“Not exactly what I had in mind.” I chaffed, crossing my arms. “Didn’t your mother teach you manners? Or at least how to treat other humans with a little respect?”

“Well of course she did,” he jeered, “but she didn’t exactly prepare me for attention-seeking little girls getting in my way.”

I masked my internal scream filled with rage and disbelief with a gasp. “What the hell? Why are you pulling everything except your head out of your ass?” So much seemed up there I was beginning to wonder if it was physically hurting him yet.

“The only reason it’s there is because I’m trying to shield myself from a bitchy person.” He seethed, clearly annoyed now.

“Wow, can we just pretend for just one minute that you’re not a complete douchebag? I’m a nice person, so if I’m a bitch you need to ask yourself why I would be like that to you.”

He sighed heavily as he ran his hand through his hair before trailing it down his face. “Your existence gives me a headache. Please excuse me and let me take the damn picture so we both can go on our merry ways and never have to see each other again.”


For some reason I ended up wandering pack to the same park everyday for two weeks straight. I guess I wanted to see the dicky photographer again, so I could maybe ask what the fuck his deal was. Or maybe it was because I just happened to wonder what was so special about the fountain that was nearly in ruins.

You could say that our little disagreement got on my nerves, and you could also say that it still was pissing me off. Rarely had people been so ignorant and rude to me, so naturally I wasn’t used to people – random people, as a matter of fact – completely trying to start a fight.

I slammed the front door behind me shut and leaned against it, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding onto. It was hot out, and for some reason the air-conditioning at the diner where I worked thought it was okay to stop working out of nowhere. I was lucky I didn’t melt into goo just walking from table to table.

Rubbing my eyes, I yawned and slid into the kitchen to get something the drink. Opening the refrigerator door, I briefly wondered if I could somehow become a snowman so I could never have to experience heat waves again.

Suddenly my ring tone buzzed out from my pocket, jolting me from my strange fantasy. Clearing my throat I mindlessly answered with a monotone “hello”.

“Hey Y/N, it’s Taehyung.” A familiar voice came from the other side and smile crept up my face.

“Hey Tae, what’s up?” We spoke comfortably about what we’d done in the past few days and tried not to over-do the bad pun usage like we normally did. Taehyung and I had been friends since the eighth grade, but there was still a lot about him that I didn’t know. He was loud but quiet with his mind, and even though he joked about popular things no one exactly knew what he actually liked. Hell, even his favorite movie was a mystery to the world.

“So… I was thinking about going to get something to drink later tonight. I’m inviting some of my friends but Hoseok will be there and you can bring whoever you want.” His sly invitation was hard to turn down, especially since I missed him and Hoseok was going to be there too.

“Yeah of course, I need to get out of the house anyways. I think I’ve become one with my bed.” I chuckled. It was true I didn’t go to parties or events much, I usually stayed around my apartment which put me at loner status. Not that I didn’t any friends, but most of the time I was too lazy to actually make any plans with them. “What time?”

“Ah, I was thinking maybe starting to gather everyone around 8 tonight, but it’s still in the air. We’ll be at the usual place so come around 8:30.”

“Cool. See you soon then.” I went to go hang up but his voice stopped me.

“Wait, Y/N?” His voice seemed small. I paused a moment before answering.

“..Yeah Taehyung?” I tried to act normal, since Taehyung never usually spoke in a tone like that, and quite frankly it scared me a little. I couldn’t help but wonder if something was really wrong or if he just wanted to talk a while longer.

“It’ll be good to see you.” He said after a long pause. His voice was much clearer now, less scared. Relief filled my system and I relaxed my shoulders at his response.

“It’ll be good to see you too.” I smiled. For unknown reasons I had a soft spot for the guy, and couldn’t help but feel happy when he said that. "Bye Taehyungie.” I cooed before hanging up.

It was pretty weird that Taehyung had been nervous to say that. He was normally the guy to go head on with any statement and not think about the aftermath until it actually happened. I brushed it off, sitting back into the seat of my kitchen dining chair and looked around at my surroundings. It wasn’t decorated much and it wasn’t the cleanest, but at least it was habitable. I wouldn’t be holed up in here tonight though.


“Y/N you can’t just sit in your house all day.”

“I do it all the time. Never underestimate my ability to idle.” I retorted before sipping on my coke once more. Hoseok sighed at my response before shaking his head in disbelief. “I do have a job you know.”

“Yeah, yeah. But outside of setting down plates all day what else do you actually do?” He chuckled and leaned back into the booth. I loved Hoseok, and even though he was a ray of sunshine he sure knew how to give me a headache.

I rolled my eyes in response, not really wanting to give him a solid answer since, well, I didn’t exactly have one. I was happy that I hadn’t dressed up for the occasion since everyone here was in casual wear and the mood was (thankfully) laid back, so I had saved myself from the pain of high-heels and having to pull my dress down the whole night. A few of Taehyung’s friends had showed up but the only other guy I knew here besides him was Hoseok, leaving me in the awkward hey-I’m-the-other-friend position. Taehyung of course chatted with me when I arrived, but soon moved tables to sit with so-said friends, leaving Hoseok and I alone at an abandoned booth.

“So, anyways, how is your job going?” He asked, trying to open up a conversation again.

I snorted at his attempt. “Well, it’s work. What else did you expect?”

“Geeze,” he threw his hands up in defense, “sorry for touching on a touchy subject. Just wanted to catch up.”

“I know, I know…” I sighed, feeling guilty. “I just haven’t been in the best mood lately.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

I smiled at his sympathy. He always wanted to make sure everyone around him was okay, and as cheesy as it sounded, it made me feel important. “Not really much to talk about. The other day I ran into a complete dick and we had it out in the street though.”

“Wow tiger, you threw some hands? Who’s the lucky guy?” He laughed. I was almost positive that he was trying to imagine me in a fight.

I wish. More like calling each other names before storming off to go yell at a wall for a good thirty minutes.” I leaned into my hands, rubbing my eyes.

“Mature, mature.” He mocked, taking a sip from his glass. Of course it was water, Hoseok never drank. I didn’t exactly know why though. Maybe he had gotten drunk one time before and did something stupid so it was a fear of his, or maybe someone had to be the responsible one and that guy happened to be him. Whatever it was, it nice to know I could talk to someone without having to repeat myself to a slurring mess. “You didn’t know the guy though?”

“No, of course I didn’t. I don’t go outside my house, remember?” I teased, sticking out my tongue.

“Oh shush.” He waved his hand at me. “What did he look like? An old fat guy who got mad because you took the last spot in front of the grocery store? Or maybe a little punk kid who was just trying to impress a girl?”

I laughed at the visions, wishing that they had actually been the case. My eyes drifted to the table where Taehyung his little gang was seated, scanning each one of them. He was laughing at something someone had said and the whole group was having giggle fits because of it, making them sound like a group of teenaged girls who were gossiping about the captain of the football team. Suddenly someone came walking towards the table, but I couldn’t make out who it was since their back was faced towards me. I was about to return to my conversation with Hoseok when the mystery man took a seat next to Taehyung, facing me.

My breath caught in my throat. “It-it’s him.” I choked out in disbelief and fury.

“What?” Hoseok said, obviously confused. “What do you mean? The guy who you met the other day? Where?”

“Over there, by Taehyung. The blonde one.” I pointed towards the table, my mood instantly turning sour. How and why the fuck was he here? How did he even know Taehyung? Sure I didn’t know all of his friends, but I at least recognized them. Hell, I recognized everyone in this damn town, but I sure didn’t recognize him.

Oh. Oh my God.” Hoseok began chuckling hysterically, scaring me in the process. “How did I not fucking know who you where talking about?” He cleared a tear from his eye as he caught his breath.

“Your description totally fits Min Yoongi.”

caediteos  asked:

how does one get rid of blond wannabe dark lords? (ily)

@caediteos ┆ ( ᴍᴇᴍᴇ. ) ASK MY MUSE FOR ADVICE ON / OFF ANON.

            “ become their research partner, promise them your loyalty, then destroy them emotionally. then let things unfold, and he’ll be the one to hex himself in the foot, really.  “

           “ sorry darling, not my area of expertise.  “

All Bark and No Bite

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Female)

Summary: AU with Hunter!Reader and Mechanic!Dean. The Reader needs a new car part for Baby. She ends up at a local auto shop in Lawrence called Winchesters. She’s expecting the mechanic to be the same ol’ creepy, beer-gut Uncle but what she gets is a gorgeous, green-eyed man named Dean.

Word Count: 3,196

Author’s Note: This is my first bit of Tumblr writing. Whoop! Give me honest opinions. Any feedback is good feedback. If you like it enough, a sequel is already in the works and can be released. Enjoy!


“Alright Cas,” You brought Baby to a stop and turned the engine off. You turned to Cas with a tired smile. “Check in for us and get a jumpstart on the case with the interviews. I have to go to the nearest shop to get parts for Baby. I’m surprised she even made it into town.”

Cas nodded. “Should I call if I find something useful?” He asked in his deep, stoic voice. You let out a small chuckle. Cas trying his hand at hunting had been quite a show. The fact that he was worried about messing up every small detail was humorous.

You nodded back. “Yeah, call me if you find out anything or need my help. I’m only going to a garage. I’ll text you my locations, mkay?”

“Right,” Cas said unbuckling his seatbelt. He got out of the passenger side of the car and stuck his head through the window before you could pull off. “Y/N, please be careful. There are demons and angels out to get you now. You can never be too careful, the warding only does so much.”

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On Tour - DP/GF

Some stories jump into your head, fully formed. 

Phantom Falls.

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On Tour

Danny Phantom / Gravity Falls Fanfiction

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“Hello Gravity Falls!”

Dipper put his hands over his ears and cringed at the shriek that filled the area.  “Ow.  Mabel, can we go?”

“Never!”  The girl standing next to him cheered along with the crowd as the gaudily-dressed woman on stage strutted back and forth and strummed a few notes on her guitar.  “Oh, Dipper, I want to be just like her when I get older.”  In fact, the girl had made a new sweater for the occasion – a glowing blue star and the singer’s name was plastered across her chest.

Dipper scowled.  “But-“

Mabel pinched his lips shut.  “No buts, bro-bro.  You promised.”

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