i spent a lot of time on the flowers

anonymous asked:

how did u come up with all ur ocs names?

Four Lung came from 4lung

Amaryllis is my favorite flower (ironically enough also poison to cats)

Yo-Yo Bingo was a name i just thought was funny tbh

minxmax came from an old name for an abandoned project i was gonna do under the name That Minx Louise (a lot of which ended up being recycled and became the first Gay Aunt Jane album)

Ping-Pong Periwinkle Penelope Pepperpockets was just a very good alliteration that I thought up and i was like “ooooo that’s perfect”

I spent a whole lot of time brainstorming ideas for Summertime Sodababy’s name but the result came out on top cause it gave a vibe of the exact character I was going for

Boyfriend Keith Headcanons

I’ve seen a lot of Klance head canons in my day (you have to imagine me saying this whilst sitting in a rocking chair on someone’s verandah) and a lot of them seem to focus a lot on Lance, which is great! And I get it! Lance is more extroverted and probably does the BIG romantic gestures, but I bet Keith is also a really rad boyfriend. So here’s some boyfriend Keith head canons.

  • Relationships are very important to Keith because of how much time he has spent in isolation. He’s very sentimental and saves ticket stubs from movie dates. He hangs flowers upside down so they dry and he can keep them. There’s a box of these trinkets filled with cute notes Lance has left on his door, a cool rock Lance gave Keith because he said it was the same colour as his eyes, a band-aid (gross) that Lance put on his wrist before they started officially dating.
  • He starts wearing his hair up more because he knows Lance likes it. He even buys some matching bobby pins and Lance wears his set proudly around the ship.
  • Koala boyfriend.
  • Knows all of Lance’s most ticklish spots.
  • Does drills with Hunk in secret to learn all of Lance’s siblings, aunts, uncles, grandparents, parents, etc. He gets Lance to teach him how to sew (“oh, I’m just getting some holes in my gloves and think it would be nice to repair them myself”) and he cross-stitches Lance’s family tree for christmas. 
  • He adds an additional branch for team Volton cuz they’re family too
  • Lance cries for an hour. 
  • When no ones around he’ll say HORRIFICALLY dirty things to Lance. Half of them don’t make sense. And it’s kind of a joke that Keith has no idea what sexual innuendoes are. Sometimes he’ll know he has the euphemism wrong, but he’ll whisper it to Lance anyway just to hear him laugh. 
  • REALLY likes Lance’s legs. 
  • And smooth tummy. 
  • Happily big spoons the night away.
  • Protective boyfriend.
  • Lance makes him a t-shirt with his own face on it as a joke…. but Keith… wears it? Like a lot?
  • Some alien - “The blue one is on your shirt?”
  • Keith - “… Yeah?”
  • Lance is both flattered and mortified. 
  • Someone once made a very inappropriate pass at Lance and kept touching him and cornering him. Lance tried to quietly slip away and not cause a scene when Keith just HEADBUTTED THE GUY. Gross dude dropped to the ground and didn’t get up for a while. 
  • Hugs from behind a lot.
  • Velcro boyfriend.
  • Will grow up to be that old man, who when he opens his wallet, a cascade of plastic sleeves filled with photos falls out.  
Bus Stop

[V/Jihyun Kim X Reader]

Every day he saw her waiting there at the bench. Sometimes she would be standing. Her sun dress flowing in the wind, as if the lace or fabric had been lighter than air, catching even the smallest breeze. Her hair dancing about her face. His eye sight was poor, but he could see her tangled hair dancing. He could smell the perfume of her shampoo carried in the wind as he approached her. Other times she would be huddled together on the bench as she sat. Her knees clenched closely as she held her heavy coat to her frame in the cold wind.

It was the same as when he first met her. The droplets of rain fell hard, each splash on the pavement demanded your hearing. V could hardly believe someone had been caught so off guard by the storm. Her hands went from wiping her ever-dampening hair to her arms, to her soaked cloth clinging to her frame. He remembered thinking how beautiful and natural she looked. How helpless. How, in that moment, he saw someone in need of his help, even if his sight was less than superb. Her bangs and hair clung to her face and she smiled to him. The smile that he had grown to look forward to for weeks to come.

“Please, share my umbrella?” he asked of her as he held it above her shivering frame.

It was the first thing he ever said to her. The first words ever spoken between them as they stood there at the bus stop. Her careful nod and slight smile pierced through him in that instant. Her gratitude. Had he ever been so thankful for his eyesight before?

In his mind he could remember every detail of her. Her face. Her makeup and the way the strands of hair clung messily to her face from the rain like thin vines on a beautiful sculpture. The sound of the droplets on the umbrella and the feel of wetness as the bottoms of his jeans began to soak water and creep up his shins. It didn’t matter, as long as she was dry and comfortable.

“Thank you,” she spoke in soft syllables through the heavy rain.

Her voice had been like a symphony to the backdrop of the rain pattering. Her smile the beams of sunlight in the clouds of rain. It was a gift to see her before him.

When the bus approached and she nodded in gratitude before entering, he felt a heaviness in his chest. Such grace and beauty lost to him now because he hadn’t the courage, nor the strength, to ask her for any more than she had already bestowed upon him. Only a  warm smile and a slight giggle from her as he sheltered her from the rain.

The next day it was drizzling lightly as he approached the bench. His sight limited to the bus. And…as if a sign from above, he saw her looking back to him with that same sweet smile. It would insight the tightness in his chest once more. She recognized him? Even with his blurry vision he could never mistake her for another.

“Hello, V!” she would smile and exclaim every time.

Always the same cheerful greeting. It always elicited his heart to work overtime in his chest. He wanted to know more about her. Wanted her to know more about him.

“Call me Jihyun, remember,” he laughed and smiled.

“Oh! Of course, I’m so sorry,” she would laugh and cover her face in embarrassment.

He loved that about her. And without another thought his umbrella would be covering her and sheltering her from the spring rain.

“You don’t take the same route as I do, yet you’re always here at the same time,” she says casually, “why do you take the bus? Your clothes….ah! I’m sorry, is that rude?”

The way she gets flustered turns his cheeks red. He didn’t think he was dressed so richly? Maybe only compared to Jumin…

“It’s not rude,” he chuckled, “my eye sight…” he let his voice trail off.

“I know,” she replied.

Delicate fingertips pressed against his cheeks and shocked him more than he had anticipated. The feeling of her warm fingertips on his skin made his heart leap and his body feel warmth in the growing cold.

“Is that why you…ride public transport?” she had asked.

“Mostly, yes,” he found himself admitting.

It is true. He can still see alright, enough to get around daily life. But he can not drive. Public transport is his means of traveling. He doesn’t wish to be like his friend Jumin, spending money on personal drivers and cars. Figures from afar appear as blurs, but not her.

Perhaps it was the way she smelled. Or sounded.

He could hear her rustling and know it was her. Her delicate hands moving through her bag to find her chapstick. Or her sunglasses. Or phone. He could tell her apart from anyone else in the world. it would start off as if she had forgotten the thing completely. Frantic and manic were her hands in the pockets and crevices of her bag. Eventually, the all-too-familiar sigh would escape her when she found what she was looking for. Maybe others could not pick it up, but he could. He heard and watched her pop the cap from her chapstick in the summer and rub it against her full lips. She wasn’t aware of how bad his sight had been. But she was more aware than most.

Most good days, when he met her at the bench, they would talk about themselves. If she was carrying bags, she would explain what she purchased for him. Even if it was trivial, he found himself enthralled in her explanations.

“Shoes for the beach. You know my old ones always gave me trouble,” she laughed and he agreed since he had known as well, “and this new dress. I don’t know how well it will look. Maybe for a lunch with friends…”

She held the dress up to herself and he felt almost bad for imagining her in it. Perhaps on a moonlit night. She would be waiting as he approached from a street corner. She would be smiling, only for him, in that dress. He’d buy her dinner and wine. They would share her favorite dessert and she would tell him all about her day. He would listen intently. He cared. For a moment he had to remind himself of where he was.

“It’s a beautiful dress for you,” he remarked.

“Why, thank you,” she replied and stuffed the items back in her bag with red cheeks.

One day she was showing him what she had purchased, when she noticed how aloof he seemed, though he was trying his hardest not to show it.

“Your eyesight,” she spoke softly, “it’s getting worse…isn’t it…”

Why was he choking back his words? Was it the slight drizzling rain clouding his eyes, or his own tears as he held his umbrella over what he hoped was her frame. If he could do anything in this world, it was to keep her from being cold…and wet. Somehow, she knew. Just by the way he had acted, for he hadn’t said a word about how he was doing.

He felt a soft hand on his own free one. It was hers. Without thinking twice he smiled and let her lead him. He could even hear her smile in her voice.

“Sunglasses…not that I’ll be needing them anytime soon, don’t you agree? I feel like a fool for believing the weatherman,” she laughed and held her forehead against his own as she did so, while still guiding his hand around her bag.

Was she not put off by his ailment? It was one of the first times he could say he hadn’t felt like an outsider. Someone who needed to be asked to be accepted. She had grabbed his hand…

She had grabbed his hand…and from then on, she continued to do so.

Some days, he didn’t need it. Some days, the sun shone bright and still would be out-shined by her radiance. Her smile and aura as he approached the bench would radiate his core. Whether she was heading to work, meeting friends or shopping, she looked beautiful and full of hope to him. She filled him with her warmth even on the coldest of days.

It wasn’t since Rika that he had felt this way about another human being. And even thinking about her inner beauty, could he say he even felt this way about Rika? No. This person who had accepted him as who he was, even with his sight as it happened to be. This person who asked nothing from him other than conversation as they waited for the bus to take them to their destinations.

When he had fallen in love with her, who could say? But he was sure she felt the same way. Her subtle touches to his hands and arm when they met. The way she leaned in close to explain things to him.

“It is cold…but I do appreciate the rain,” she said one day to him after he had placed his jacket over her. “It gives life to the flowers around us, the plants…Life would cease to exist without the rain. I think we should appreciate it. Don’t you agree?” she asked him.

Of course he did. His hands held her shoulders tightly as he explained so. How badly he wanted to ask her to dinner in that moment. Maybe just to a cup of coffee. To ask her everything about herself. Did she garden? What was her favorite film? Did she enjoy music?

He could sense a lot about her just in the time they spent together. She was selfless. She only went shopping when it meant it was needed. If it was for meeting friends, or perhaps something she didn’t have before. He liked that about her. She was observant.

“The bus has been a little late…fourth time this week…I hope the driver isn’t feeling ill,” she had mentioned one day.

He laughed.

“What’s so funny?” she smiled and put her hand on his forearm playfully, “ I really am worried!”

“Only you would be worried about the driver when your ride is late…I just…find it charming,” he admitted to her.

When he was late, or struggling to make it to the bench, he found her at his side, helping carry his things and hold him steady.

One particularly rainy day, her bus arrived on schedule. It was the familiar slosh of the flowing gutters as it pulled close to the curb for her. The all-too-familar squeak of the door hinges as it swung opened for her. But she did not move. She did not enter. Her hand lay wrapped on his forearm, which held his umbrella sturdy to protect her the best he could from the elements.

“I’m not going in today,” she spoke coyly as the door shut and the sound of the bus driving down the road faded once again in the distance.

He couldn’t hold back his smile much longer. Her touch soothed him. Her delicate hands he had grown to fall in love with. And the sweetness in her voice like warm honey coating his soul.

“We can’t waste the day,” he found himself replying, “how about I take you to lunch…and then maybe dinner?”

“Nothing could make me happier, Jihyun,” she pulled her body in close to his as she spoke.

He could feel her steps in sync with his own. This wasn’t the first time he had taken her out. Not even the twentieth time…her feet and hands, her voice, her steps and the pitter patter they made next to his own feet…the way she walked was all too familiar.

Yes…this day was like many others he had come to share with her. And yet…he felt in his pocket, that hardness in the shape of a box. The velvet case with a ring inside.

It may have come to be a familiar day for them. But today, he would ask her to be his wife.

The One Who Holds Your Heart » Prince Adam

Request: Can u do a pre-cursed imagine of the reader and prince Adam? I don’t really have a plot I just love pre-cursed Adam:)))

Pairing: Prince Adam x Reader

Fandom: Disney + Beauty and the Beast

Words: 1770

Summary: Adam is in love with you despite you being a maid.

A/N: Okay, so I really want to write a part two to this story and I will! [Name] won’t remember Adam and we’ll go on from there. Anyways, I hope you guys like this!

Part Two: The One Who Breaks The Curse

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And here it is!! My Legion Zine submission that I spent…a LOT Of time on. I am really really so honored to have worked with them and to have had this image put into a book! As soon as I heard this announced I knew I wanted a Highmountain scene and most importantly: Moozy. I want to send my love to the entire group of artists who contributed and to the very person who started this. She worked very hard and it came out beautifully. So here you are, Gotosh giving a flower to Moozy on his way back home.


Mingyu As your Boyfriend
  • Always has to touch you
  • Gets a little protective over you when the members are around
  • Loves to cuddle 25/8 
  • Gives you tons of flowers and jewelry 
  • Says “I love you” Ten times a day to get his point across
  • Takes you to concerts with him and calls it a date
  • Movies and cuddling with some food is 10,000% a date in his mind
  • Cheesy jokes
  • Likes to talk about random little things (stars,aliens,trees, etc.) just because it’s time spent with you
  • Great listener
  • Always comforts you when you’re in need
  • Gives you nose kisses a lot
  • Takes you to the studio and asks if you think he’s doing alright
  • Supportive as hell. You could murder someone and he’d be in your corner clapping and cheering for you
  • Makes threats on anyone who touches you or looks at you the wrong way
  • “Yeah keep walking. I will squash your short ass like a bug, try me.”
  • Pouts and gets moody when you ignore him
  • Does not, under any circumstances, leaves you with another member unless it’s Seungkwan or Chan. 
  • Is loud when he’s excited so he tends to yell a lot without meaning to
  • Calls you three times a day on tour, not really caring if he’ll get in trouble
  • Always talks about you in interviews and on Vlive
  • Doesn’t usually let cameras see you guys together even though he’s always talking about dates
  • Surprises you with cute little gifts from different countries 

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Gorgeous dreams of “Blue” Inked Doll 

Inked Girl in this picture: @c0rtanablue

“If you guessed my name was from the video game Halo, you are correct!
I’m a tiny Canadian who resides in downtown Toronto, and yes, Drake is my everything. I actually have a 6 God tattoo.
I live with my beautiful kitten Mozzarella Blue, and he is a blue bicolour ragdoll, born March 1, 2016.
I have an intense passion for video games, and I am always up for discussion. I actually worked at GameStop for quite a long time before getting into cam modeling. My favorite type of games are sci-fi FPS, though I have played many other styles of games over the years. I currently own an )(BOX One, PS4, WiiU & DS XL). I spend most of my time on my XBOX. I have 3 video game tattoos, ask me about them anytime!
If you haven’t noticed already, I love to sing!! also love playing guitar. I own a Taylor 214c and I plan on upgrading to an 814 at some point soon.
I love orchids and insects. I treat my orchids like they are my children, and I spent a lot of time in the past raising exotic praying mantises.
I’m dedicated to the awareness of mental health and I love helping others while I fight through my own journey”

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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OK so legson is taking longer to paint than I thought he would so I made this lititle yoongs, BUT I thought the picture of him himself was too bland so I spent OBViOuLsy a lOt of time (like 2 mins) making him a little bg for him to fit in,,,,I know,,, I’m the best artist,, he’s really cute to have on my desk ((:


OMG ROCKGI LOOKS SO CUTE AHHHHHHHH look at him with his lil flower on top im :’-)))))

Imagine Chris realizing he’s in-love with you.

A/N: This is Part 4A. (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B) A huge shoutout to Ava, my best friend, who is beyond amazing. Thank you for letting me write you, I am truly honored you trusted me to. @chrisevans-imagines I’ve got nothing but love for you, girly ❤️ I had a lot of free time on my hand today sitting in a dentistry.

Chris stood outside your apartment door with his letter for you and a bouquet of your favorite flowers- red roses- in his hand. His clammy fist hovered over the door, unable to knock as he was too nervous. May was coming; he was about to leave to film Infinity War and he was going to be gone for nine months. Nine months. That was a long time for him to not see you, considering how you’d spent time together every day of the last sixty-five days. For two people who claimed they weren’t dating, the two of you did a lot of things couples did. You’d meet for meals and have movie nights, and if it was held at your apartment- your best friend and roommate, Ava, would spend the whole night teasing the both of you. He’d keep you company while you worked at your university’s library, and you’d keep him company while he worked out at his gym. He’d hang out in the restaurant you were working at when you had to do late night shifts or close, so you wouldn’t be alone and he could drive you home. Some days, you’d just call to meet for coffee or ice-cream so you could simply ask the other about their day.

Other than not having the romantic benefits of an actual couple, the two of you were a couple. Those around you didn’t understand why the two of you wouldn’t just have the talk and become an actual couple; Ava, especially. The conversation you had with her last week was still seared in your mind, she’d made some pretty solid points that you consistently tried and failed to argue with.

“As adorable as the both of you are, you are insufferable.” She’d said to you and you’d sighed because you knew she was right. “Honestly, Y/N. He likes you and you like him, so why are you making it more complicated than it has to be? Just grab the man and kiss him already.”

“It’s not that simple, Ava.”

“How is it not that simple?” She pressed with a frown. “Do you not see the way he looks at you? He likes you and he wants to be with you. Trust me and go pursue that relationship, you’re going to be dating Chris Evans! That’s like a dream come true for us fan girls, for you.”

“Exactly,” you argued and she frowned, confused by your comment. “I’m just a fan,” you elaborated before she could ask you to. “What if I’m not with him for the right reasons? What if I’m not good enough for him? I’m just a fan, Ava,” you repeated. “I’m nobody compared to him.”

“Lovely,” she chuckled as she took your hands in hers. “I’ve known you for a while now, and we’ve always said that we know each other better than anyone else knows us so- you need to hear me when I say this.” You sighed because you knew what she was going to say. “You are not just a fan, you are an amazing human being that Chris would be lucky to date. He’s just a guy, okay? And if you’re just a fan of his, then what is he to you? He’s a fan of your work too, but that’s not making him feel less about himself. You are in-love with him, and if you think you’re only in-love with him because he’s Chris Evans- you’re not as smart as I thought.” You sighed again and you heard her sigh too, “he’s still here, isn’t he? He wouldn’t be if he didn’t care for you.”

“Yeah, or maybe he’s here because of my stories.” You countered. “Maybe he’s here to see if I’m like the girl in the story he loves so much.” Her face prompted a point from your irrational thoughts. “So what if I’m not the girl he thought me to be? I can’t lose him, Ava. I’d rather have him in my life as a friend than not have him in my life at all.”

“You’re right,” she nodded and released your hands. “You’re nothing like the girl in the story.” You felt your eyes narrow at that, but you said nothing. “You’re a thousand times better.” She said and you smiled. “But- if you don’t want to take that risk and be with him then- don’t. It’s your choice and you know I’ll always respect your choices.” You smiled and gave her elbow a grateful squeeze. “Even if it’s dumb,” you heard her murmur under the breath as she disappeared into the kitchen.

“Yeah, I heard that!” You called, biting back your smile.

“Yeah, I meant for you to,” she called back.

A week later, after Ava had a similar but slightly more subtle conversation with Chris while you were in the shower, here he was at your door. Because Ava was right, as always; the two of you liked each other and it was for all the right reasons. It was completely understandable that what brought you together birthed some doubts and insecurities, but surely all of the time you’d spent together had cleared your minds of it.

Chris liked you- loved you even, and he was done being just friends. You were an amazing girl and if he left for nine months without telling you he loved you, and you got swept off your feet by another man- he would be devastated. Just like you were after reading the latest tabloids about him and Scarlett Johansson being a thing. Which was why-

“Chris,” you gasped when you opened the door. He took a step back, as stunned as you; he hadn’t expect you to open the door, nor did you expect him to be standing outside. “What are you doing here?” You asked, slinging the strap of your little purse over your shoulder as you glanced at your phone which had just buzzed in your hand.

“Oh um- I just…” He trailed off, swallowing, unable to say what he wanted to. He was nervous, and he was distracted because you were dressed up like you were going on a date. And you were- with Sam, a boy in your class- but you didn’t mention anything to Chris, which was why he was confused. “Where are you going?”

You didn’t want to tell him you were going on a date because a small part of you still held onto the hope that you had a chance with him. You were afraid- terrified even, that if you told him about Sam, that door would close forever. You thought about lying, until you remembered you read that he was allegedly dating his oldest friend and brilliantly talented co-star, Scarlett Johansson- a woman you could never, ever surpass. So why couldn’t you tell him? After all, what was the harm in telling him, your friend?

“I’m going on a date.” The words felt so heavy coming out of your mouth; the excitement you had when you agreed to coffee with Sam faded the second you saw Chris. “His name is Sam, he’s in my class.” The more you explained, the more Chris’ heart ached. He subtly slipped the letter into his back pocket and lowered the bouquet to his side; he was too late. “Are those…for me?” You quizzed with a raised brow.

“Uh- no,” he shook his head with a forced smile; he had to pretend he was okay because he didn’t want to ruin your date. “These are for Ava, she um- she mentioned the other day that her mom wasn’t doing too well, I think um- I don’t know, so…” He trailed off in a weary tone; he couldn’t even find it in himself to lie properly.

“What?” Your eyes narrowed with deep concern as you mentally questioned why your best friend didn’t mention anything to you. “That’s crazy. She didn’t-” Ava had heard the commotion and walked out from her room; she poked her head over your shoulder and you turned to her, frowning. “Your mom’s sick?” You asked. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because she’s not,” she answered, frowning.

“Didn’t you say she was um- she hurt her back or something?” Chris quickly spoke up; his eyes begged her to go along with his lie when you looked away from him. “I remember you feeling really down, which is why I brought you these.” He held out the bouquet and Ava took it, even though she knew the flowers were for you. “Anyway, I should go. Um-” he scratched the back of his neck, “I’ve got errands to run.”

“Stay, please,” Ava stopped Chris before he could run away. “I’d like to talk to you about something before you run off. Surely your errands can wait,” she said with a look in her eyes that only she and Chris understood.

Your phone buzzed in your hand again and you knew Sam had arrived and was waiting for you in his car downstairs. “You kids have fun, I gotta go. We’ll call your mom later and send my regards,” you suggested and Ava nodded. “Are you sure about this outfit?” You asked her, one final time before you left.

“Yes,” she smiled at you then looked over your shoulder at Chris, trying not to sigh at his heavy expression. She knew exactly how he felt, she’d had her fair share of seeing someone she loved with someone else. Oddly, she didn’t feel bad about seeing her best friend with her celebrity crush; that was just the kind of selfless person she was and you loved her for it. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks, love.” You smiled then patted Chris’ arm as you brushed past him. He opened his mouth to stop you, but stopped himself before he could. He was too late, you looked happy and he couldn’t ruin that for you. “I’ll see the two of you later!”

The second you faded from view, Ava beckoned Chris inside; he walked in with slumped shoulders and heavy steps. She held the bouquet for him to take back then closed the door behind him. He stood in your living room, shuffling his feet as he tried not to kick himself at his bad timing.

“She’s only going on a date because she thinks you’re dating Scarlett Johansson,” Ava told him and his head shot up, a deep frown on his face. “Did you not see the tabloids? It’s everywhere, she was pretty bummed.”

“Why would I date Scarlett?” He frowned. “She’s one of my oldest friends, she’s like a sister to me. We don’t have that kind of a relationship.” Ava nodded in agreement because she’d told you the same thing. “I mean- we tried, but we realized we didn’t feel that way about each other. Wait- so she’s going on a date to spite me?”

“What? No! What is wrong with you?” Ava scolded then chuckled softly at his sheepish look. “She’s going on a date to distract herself from you. She likes you, Chris. If you can’t tell from the way she writes about you, then boy are you dumb. She’s just worried she’s not good enough for you, which is absolutely-”

“Ridiculous,” he finished for her. “Not good enough for me? What the fuck does that even mean? She’s amazing.” A smile formed on his lips as he began talking about you. “She’s so kind and sweet and beautiful and strong and funny and talented and-” he cut himself off, sighing. “And I’m in-love with her.”

“Yes you are,” Ava nodded. “And she’s in-love with you too.” She chuckled when she heard him sigh again, “relax. It’s not too late, she’s not even that interested in Sam. She’s just going because she’s too nice to tell him, ‘sorry, but I’m in-love with someone else.’ Just leave that letter you have in your pocket here and I’ll pass it on to her.”

Chris felt his eyes narrow as he reached into his back pocket, “how do you know that this is for her?” He asked as he pulled out the letter he’d spent days writing and refining; he didn’t know how you got stories out without hours. “Here,” he passed it to Ava, who took it with a light laugh.

“Because I’m a writer, and so far- this entire thing has been like a very adorable and very complicated little mini series.” She commented and he managed a smile. “But luckily for you, Chris, we’re over the hump. Things should be smooth sailing from here on out, as long as the two of you talk. God, if the two of you had just talked like I’d advised- this could’ve all been avoided. That poor boy, Sam wouldn’t lose the most wonderful girl to the perfect guy without explanation.”

“Thanks, Ava,” Chris smiled. “I can see why Y/N loves you so much, you are a good friend to her.”

“I’m her best friend,” Ava corrected with great emphasis and Chris nodded in acknowledgment with pursed lips; the tone Ava used said one thing and one thing only, “don’t fuck with my best friend or I’ll kill you”. Then she repeated it in words so Chris got the point, “which means I will kill you if you hurt her in any way, do you understand?”

“Believe me,” he assured her, “I’d kill me too if I hurt her.”

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Part 4B

anonymous asked:

shy!Sid and frat!Geno AU! They meet the summer before Geno's senior year of high school (they're in different schools) when Sid stumbles into Geno's family's shop, trying to hide from bullies. Poor Sid's all frazzled and stuttering, apologizing to MamaMalkin and trying to blned into the wallpaper when Geno comes out of the backroom. Sid almost hyperventilates from fear (it's conditioned response now, to meeting jock-boys, especially those bigger than him, not that words aren't worse/just as bad)

Geno’s a big fluffy marshmellow though, and MamaMalkin and PapaMalkin are just as sweet, so they get poor Sid calmed down, and he’s all blushy and adorably shy. Geno is CHARMED! Que Geno and Sid monage of doing stuff together, being sweet and ADORABLE and falling in love. Geno finds out what hell Sid’s life has been with bullying, and does his best to help by always being there for him, and giving him a safe place at the shop (Sid’s parents are also lovely and supportive). But then there is college, and Sid get more and more worried, and maybe tried to wean himself from Geno and all the safeness and the love. After all, Geno’s going to college in a different state and why would he stay with Sid when there’s all these cool new college people to meet? (Sid’s gotten better at beliving in himself since meeting Geno, and he does trust Geno, but years of bullying and having his trust violated doesn’t let go that easily, sometimes he backslides) Geno’s confused and hurt, but he figures it out, and is all “Silly, Sid. I love you, I love you for life. You’re coming to same college as me. You visit, I visit, and next year we’re together again. We’ll share a room, and after college we get married and have 10 babies!“ 

Sid cries, and vows to be the best student ever to make sure he gets into Geno’s college (it’s the only one he applies to, if he doesn’t get in, he’ll just move there and work at the mini-mart ok? this is true love). The parents are a bit sceptical about the whole marriage bit, but they also know that the boy love each other, and are good to each other so they’re okay with it. But no wedding until after graduation, boys! (of course they didn’t say whose (or which) graduation) There are promise rings involved here… Senior year is really hard for Sid, the bullying isn’t any better and Geno is far away, but at least he has something to look forward to. A lot of his progress backslides, but he manages to hide it until Geno’s home for Christmas when Geno find out. 

There are tears and kisses and soft, snugly boy (and maybe some threats of violence towards the bullies). It gets a bit better after the new year because Sid and Geno has managed to save up for Sid to visit Geno a few times. Geno has really, really missed Sid, but he’s made some great friends at college/frat (who get to hear all about the lovely, sweet, adorable, blushy etc Sid). Of course Sid gets into the college, and he skypes Geno crying with joy. Geno is of course over the moon.

Sid and Geno both decide to take classes in the summer term, mostly to get Sid as far away from the bullies as possible, and they live in a happy little summer bubble until fall term starts, and things get even better. Cue four years of growing love, frat chirps and pranks, Sid growing into himself, Geno getting even more marshmallowy, and their friends and their lives just being lovely. Then it’s marriage and 10 kids. Someone please write 200k words for this idea? Pretty please? *is hopeful*


omg but can you imagine Geno, Frat President legend, is touring the campus with his husband, with a toddler in his arms. Sidney is leaning on Geno’s arm, looking at the letters on the Rho Epsilon Nu house, sighing, “The frat house still hasn’t changed.”

“Still look gross, you mean,” Geno says. “Agreed.”

“Hey, you lost?” a student says, his shirt identifying him as a Rho Ep. “They’re doing campus tours at the student center down the street.”

“Oh, no,” Geno says. “I use to live here. Just walk down memory lane.”

“Dude, no way,” the Rho Ep says. “You were a brother?” He glances at Sidney. “You too?”

“No,” Sidney says. “I’m his husband. But I kind of. Uh. I spent a lot of time at the Rho Ep house.” 

“No–fu–frickin’ way,” the guy says excitedly, looking apologetically at the toddler in Geno’s arms. “Are you two Geno and Sid? Geno led Rho Ep to first place every Greek Week since he became president. Your names are carved on the backyard porch. You’re legends.”

“We didn’t carve it, Flower did,” Sidney says. “After we repeatedly told him not to.”

“Is it true that once you got so drunk you passed out on the front lawn and then woke up in time for you 9 AM midterm?” the student asks, as Geno tries to shush him.

“Geno, what?” 

Geno’s shaking hands with the student and patting him on the back hurriedly. “Wow, so late now, can’t come in visit, need go, bye bye!” as the student says in confusion, “But it’s 1:30 in the afternoon.”

How to Collect Graveyard Dirt

First, I want to note that when I’ve used graveyard dirt, it was not to bind a spirit or ask for its help. I believe the dirt from a graveyard (not a grave, so just within the gates of the cemetery basically) is a powerful ingredient on its own for trance and spirit work, cursing, and banishing. 

What’cha Need:

  • container (mason jar, or similar)
  • sigil or symbol for containment (this can be a literal picture of a lock)
  • metal tool (for digging - knife, spoon, trowel, etc.)

Before leaving, prepare your container by placing the sigil or symbol on the lid. This is to contain the energy from the spirit, which can help protect you from unwanted spiritual energies, as well as contain the power of the dirt so that it doesn’t fade over time. Go to a cemetery where you feel comfortable or know the spirits; As you enter the graveyard, introduce yourself. This can be done silently or out loud. Walk through the grounds, maybe even invite the spirits to walk with you, and take in your surroundings. Visit their graves, new graves and old ones.

Once you’ve spent some time with the spirits, find somewhere in the graveyard where you feel comfortable and is not right on top of someone’s grave. I usually find a tree that isn’t near a lot of graves and sit underneath it. Spend a few more minutes feeling the energy around you; when you have a good grasp on the energy, scoop some of the dirt into the container, closing the lid tightly once full.

As you leave, thank the spirits for spending time with you and leave some sort of offering - it can be as simple as a few pennies or dimes, flowers, or little drawings. Only remove the lid when using the dirt.

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{Reaction} Monsta X finding out you’re crushing on I.M.

Trigger Warning: Use of swear/curse words and mentions of smut themes.
Note: If you have any suggestions for reactions (Monsta X or any other Korean pop band group) then you can send me a message via inbox or on the private messenger to request! 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used. 

Lee Minhyuk

Originally posted by beastdw

Being your best friend, Minhyuk knew about your crush on Changkyun before you even knew it yourself. He would tease you every now and again about it before you told him, but after you confirmed his suspicions, he started teasing you about it a lot more.

Minhyuk: “See? I knew it! You can’t keep secrets from me {y/n}, I know you better than you know yourself.”

Yoo Kihyun

Originally posted by wonhontology

Kihyun found out about your crush on Changkyun from another member and felt a sense of happiness from it. He knows how good you are and how well you and Changkyun would be as a couple. Though despite knowing all this, he won’t tell you or admit it out loud. Instead he teases you about your crush and always finds amusement in the redness that takes over your cheeks.

Kihyun: “{y/n} and I.M. lying on a bed f-u-c-k-i–”

{y/n}: “Kihyun literally shut up he might hear you!”

Kihyun: “That’s the point, {y/n} I want him to hear.”

{y/n}: “You’re the worst." 

Shin Ho Seok/ Wonho 

Originally posted by dhjung

Wonho was sharpish in figuring out your secret affection towards his band mate and is possibly the worst member for reading you about it. For a long time he knew you were acting strange, but couldn’t place his finger on it. That was until one afternoon when you were all hanging in the dorms. Changkyun dropped his wallet and your eyes lingered on his bent over butt for a second too long, making Wonho smirk as he leant over to whisper in your ear

Wonho: “I saw that, {y/n}.” *pulls away smirking*

He didn’t stop making cringworthy hints for the rest of the day, just because he found amusement in seeing you flustered. (”Hey {y/n}. I.M. treats his girls like homework, slams them on the desk and does them all night long” and “Hey {y/n}, I.M. might not go down in history, but he’ll go down on you” are just a few of the horrible lines he teased you with when Changkyun couldn’t hear.)

Son Hyun Woo/ Shownu 

Originally posted by allbout-starshiplanet

Shownu was the most suprosed out of all the members when he found out about your crush on the maknae on the group. But since he is the ‘Dad’ of the group, he takes it upon himself to have “the talk” with you about the state of this new development. 

Shownu: “… And he won’t be out any later than 10pm on weekdays. Also, you are not permitted to-”

{y/n}: “Shownu… Firstly, you’re not his actual Dad, and secondly it’s just a crush, I doubt he feels the same about me.

Shownu: “Oh come on {y/n} you and I both know both of those statements are untrue.” 


Originally posted by wonkyuns

Changkyun has had his suspicions about your feelings for a while. He had liked you for the longest time, so when you seemed a lot shyer around him, and the guys started acting very teasing around the two of you, he was starting to wonder if this was all coming from you feeling the same way as he did. His thoughts were finally confirmed when he overheard a conversation between you and Minhyuk. He spent the rest of the day grinning stupidly as he went out to buy some flowers to offer you when he would finally confess to the feelings he had kept bottled up for a very long time.

Changkyun: “I got these for you {y/n}. They’re no where near as beautiful as you, but I hope you like them anyway.” 

Chae Hyungwon 

Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx

Hyungwon had been slightly disappointed when he found out how you felt about his band member since he had liked you for a while himself. Even though he feels a little heart broken over the sitation, he won’t let it hurt his friendshio with either you or Changkyun.

Hyungwon: “If he makes you happy, that’s all that matters to me {y/n}” 

Lee Jooheon

Originally posted by honeypup

When Jooheon finds out about your crush on the maknae, he finds it ver amusing and takes the opportunity to embarrass you as much as possible before you confess our feelings to him. He doesn’t make cringe worthy lines like Wonho, he does all the talking with his expressions. Whenever I.M. does something that could be considered hot (bending over, his shirt riding up…) Jooheon would send you a wink, or lick his lips to implicate something more and then would laugh at your flustered response.

I.M.: *Stretches his arms up, making his shirt lift and reveal his torso.*

Jooheon: *Licks his lips, looking at you with smirk*

{y/n}: *Blushing* “Jooheon, I swear to god, I will hit you-!”

I.M.: *Confused* Am I missing something?

anonymous asked:

Hey! I was wondering if you knew of any good mafia fics. I really wanna see Mafia!Stiles. Anyways. Thank you so much!

Here’s the tag and some more to go with it. - Anastasia

Originally posted by scrantonpaper

Insured by the Mafia by Lovehatress

(1/1 I 1,251 I Mature I Sterek)

A series of short one-shots that details Mafia Boss Derek’s relationship with dancer Stiles. Each one is a mini ficlet which I wrote to a song. The name of the song is above the ficlet that it corresponds with.

Red - Mafia Au by BizzaBoo

(1/1 I 2,172 I Teen I Sterek)

It took some time, but finally they had found Stiles. He had been nailed to a tree deep into the woods of the Hale land.

Two Billion Baby by TheBabyPandaa

(3/? I 6,120 I Explicit I Sterek I MCD)

“Derek Hale,” Stiles instantly realizes who he was, looking back up at Chris with a disbelief look on his face. “He wants me to murder Derek Hale? Why?”

Stiles is an international assassin. The mafia manages to get their hands on him, threatening his family unless he does a job for them. The job? Kill successful businessman Derek Hale.

Seven Days by alphabilinski24

(1/1 I 7,412 I Mature I Sterek)

It was rumored that Stiles date different people every week. It started on Monday and he’d dump the person on Sunday. Derek asked him out on Monday half-jokingly and didn’t expect for Stiles to take it seriously. What Derek did not expect was the slowly budding feeling beyond friendship for Stiles throughout the week they’re dating. Somehow it broke Derek’s heart as they got closer to Sunday but what about Stiles?

Sophia Verna Reyes by littlefrog1025

(1/1 I 7,770 I Mature I Erica/OMC)

She’s a lot stronger than she knows.

The Girl Who Cried Wolf by TheWhiteWolf (imnotdoneyetap)

(3/? I 9,280 I Not Rated I Derek/OFC)

Phoebe and her son are running from a pack that want both of them dead. She comes to Beacon Hills in search of help from an alpha that’s been dead for a while now and finds herself face to face to a Hale, but not the one she was looking for.

Time On My Hands (Should be Time Spent With You) by Batwynn

(2/? I 13,244 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles Stilinski likes huge, sweet lattes, magic, and his work at the flower shop.
After work, he swings by the butcher for some pig’s blood, and settles in to watch Ironman with a straw.

Oh, right. Stiles is also a vampire.

The Bachelor: Sterek by leemikki

(16/? I 18,910 I Explicit I Sterek)

I need a The Bachelor AU where Derek is The Bachelor and Stiles is one of the contestants. And Derek falls hard for him in the first few seconds, but as the Bachelor goes, he can’t explicitly state his feelings until the final rose/episode. And all the other contestants become aware of Derek’s partiality to Stiles even as he tries to get to know everyone, for fairness sake. And some of them HATE Stiles, but some can’t help but love him (cuz hes Stiles), and secretly think he’s PERF for Derek, obviously Derek absolutely thinks so. And there is romance and epic sexual tension. And Stiles always gets the first rose, until it becomes a given, and it stops being the Bachelor and becomes The Derek and Stiles love story. And I cry and you cry and the audience cries.

Ruthless monsters by lightsfillthesky

(5/? I 21,979 I Mature I Sterek)

They were respected by many, everyone knew if they needed to get something done to speak with the Hale pack, they’ve been building their name for nine years

People feared the name Derek Hale but worse was his mate, he was ruthless and took care of his own, he made sure everyone knew not to mess with his pack.

Now someone was overstepping into their territory

Between Dogs and Wolves by artemis69

(1/1 I 25,889 I Teen I Sterek)

“This is…not four million in cash,” remarks Stilinski.

“Isaac. Did you fail to get my money back and decided to pick up a stripper on the road to bribe me? Because let me make this perfectly clear: this would totally work. Well done.”


The mafia!AU where the Hales owe four million to the Stilinskis, Laura rents Derek (but not as a stripper), Stiles gets a new favorite, Derek gets a new boss, a new puppy and a new family.

Sometimes they break people, but mainly, they just snark at each other.

Checkmate (You’re the King to my chessboard) by alphabilinski24

(9/? I 28,555 I Mature I Sterek)

Since he was a little boy, Stiles was led to believe he’d be alone for the rest of his life, being born a werefox was rare and unlike other were-creatures, his mate probably didn’t exist at all. When he turned 21, he didn’t even bother to find one until he accidentally met a gorgeous looking Derek. Derek who smelled like mate. Stiles’ mate! But then, Derek was a werewolf and not just that, he was also an Alpha werewolf. Stiles’ instinct never lied but was it even possible? And little did Stiles know, its far more complicated than that.

Taste Like Honey

Pairing:  Pairing: Cas x Reader, Dean set during season 7

Word Count: 1799

Square Filled: Impala sex for @spnkinkbingo 

Warnings: Bees, Sex on a car, smut, unprotected sex, public sex, getting caught in the act, honey as lube (seriously, do not do this), oral sex (male receiving) 

Summary: Cas shows up naked and covered in bees

A/N: I don’t know why but this idea just randomly came to me and it checks off one of my squares for spn kink bingo. 

Leaning forward you adjusted the dial on the radio of the Impala, Dean was off checking on some lead and had left you to entertain yourself, you knew the car’s owner would be pissed at you for changing the station but you wanted to mix it up a little. Classic Rock was great but occasionally you got in the mood for the type of bright poppy stuff that radio DJ’s liked to play. 

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