i was bored and there was a notepad

How To Win A Boy: Fumbling Punk Edition

How To Win A Boy: Fumbling Punk Edition | Dan Howell, local punk, and his friends need a new cafe to hang out in, now that Dan has ruined starbucks for them (don’t ask). So they try out the new family business that just opened up a few days ago… and somehow Dan falls in love with the Pastel Goth kid behind the counter who just so happens to be his waiter. Why Phil seems to think disgusting smoothies are going to win Dan over, no one knows, but… well, they do. | Phan | Teen and Up | PastelxPunk | 8,359 Words

Thanks to @botanistlester for the title, and the fic inspiration, not to mention listening to me talk about this fic for the last 3 hours of writing. I apologize for any typos, but screw proofreading, I really want to post already.

Art: (Dan & Phil) (Mini Comic) (Full Comic)

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Riverdale Imagine: Waitress (Jughead x Reader)

Summary: The reader, who is a waitress at Pop’s, falls hard for Jughead over the summer. After she works up the courage to give him her number, she finds him in a booth with Betty Cooper and is heartbroken.

Approx. 1300 words

I had been working as a waitress at Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe for the entire summer in an attempt to save up some money for all the travelling I had planned to do once school had finished for good. I had naively assumed that it would be the most boring summer of my life, just taking orders and bring people their food, but that was before I waited on Jughead Jones. It was only my third shift and it was a Monday night, which meant that it was reasonably quiet, when I shuffled over to the booth in the middle of the diner where one person was sitting; yawning as I slowly pulled my notepad from my pocket.

“What can I get for you?” I asked politely, not raising my gaze from my notepad.

“The usual” he replied.

I sighed and looked up, about to explain that I was new and therefore I didn’t yet know ‘the usual’ order of everyone in Riverdale, but I was rendered speechless when I saw him. He was focused on his laptop screen and was typing ferociously, so I had a moment to observe him unnoticed before he turned to me, and I knew in that second that I was in trouble. His curls were midnight black and were escaping from an unusual grey crown-shaped beanie that was pulled firmly over his head. He was lanky, but still muscular as I could see the shape of his bicep flexing against his jacket, and his facial features were well defined, with a sharp jaw and angular cheekbones. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. As he gazed up at me with his emerald-green eyes – probably wondering why I was still standing there – there was no trace of arrogance or cockiness on his face, his clear obliviousness of his own good looks just made me fall for him all the more.

“Oh I’m sorry” he laughed sheepishly, “I didn’t realise you were new! I’ll have a cheeseburger and fries please.”

“Of course” I said, blushing fiercely.

“I’m Jughead” he said, his hand outstretched. “I spend most of my time here so we will probably get to know each other pretty well” he laughed.

“I’m Y/N” I murmured and I took his warm hand and smiled at him through my lashes.

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You Are? [Reader x Harley Quinn]

A/N; this is a female reader x Harley Quinn because I’m secretly in love with her. Don’t tell anyone.

“Harleen Quinzel… What a pretty name.” You mumbled. Barley shaking off the glare the psychotic clown princess was throwing at you. “My name is Y/N.” You gave her your soft smile as you held out a hand for her to shake, and in turn she glared.

Harley Quinn. She was your first patient. You didn’t know why your first patient working here was a criminal of murder. The clown kings baby girl. You weren’t scared; just confused.

You could feel Harley’s eyes bore into your small scrunched up thinking face, and she grinned. That big toothy grin.

“You’re so small, and cute!” She announced which made your face burn red. Yes, you were small. 4'10 (147.32 cm) to be exact. Many people have told you your small, but never ‘cute’.

“You finally spoke to me… I’m glad.” You gave a soft smile; taking note of her change in attitude so quickly on your big bright green notepad.

“Yeah! It’s no fun playing the silent treatment, I mean how does anyone play that game for so long?” She questioned. Her voice bouncing off the walls of your little office.

She seemed happier.

“I don’t know.” You admitted as you scratched your cheek, and in the process you got the blue ink of your pen smeared across it which made the girl giggle.

“Why are you so kind to me?” She questioned and it made you flinch.

Harley was your first patient, for two months now. You’ve grown attached to her to say the least.

She was kind enough, however this was the quietest your office has been with her in it.

“Whats the point of being rude?” You asked her and then bit your bottom lip as if to point something out.

“Besides… I am… Enjoying your company.” You told her and then looked up at her fully. She didn’t wear the surprised facial expression, but instead that same bright smile.

“Are you?”

Originally posted by lmb51693

Gladio cheats on his S/O | Part 1

Tagging all of the lovely people who commented last time! @little-mini-me-world @chocobruh-art @sweetchocobae @thirsty-angst-lord @schmelscorner  @mistressoli @blossattic

Intro: Here

Part 1: You are here

Part 2: Here

Part 3: W I P 

The second your phone dropped, the sound of shattering glass and the reverberating metals and plastic colliding with the stone steps brought you back to reality. You looked down at your cracked screen when it suddenly chimed from an incoming message. 

You looked up to give that red-headed man another piece of your mind, but your eyes had only found empty air and [e/c] irises widened. Your panic spiked up and you instantly whirled around. Left, right, behind, maybe even above, but nothing. It was as if he had never existed. 

As if he didn’t just give you the scare of your life. 

You shook your head and wondered for a second that everything was just a bad dream, but as your fingers ran across the broken glass of your screen, you knew something was up. 

You pressed your home screen and your mobile lit up. Your heart dropped to your stomach with disappointment when you saw Iris’ name instead of Gladio’s.

Anger and frustration only spurred you further when you saw what she had sent you. 


I’m sorry. 

That’s not you with Gladdy right now, is it?

You stopped reading then and stood up to chuck your phone as far as you could off the railings.

Maybe he did go into this willingly. 

While having a cute little girlfriend to go back to, Gladiolus truly became the scum of the earth when he fell back on his old womanizing ways. With a few drinks here and there, the proposal that the beautiful lady from the across the bar was giving him seemed to be a splendid one.  

Besides, you would never know, and what you don’t know wouldn’t hurt you. 

But once he started to bed her, his temporary carnal hunger went out like a candle. The image of you, face tear-streaked or eyes clouded with anger and disgust at him made it difficult to breathe. 

Even as she straddled his hips with long, smooth legs, filling his vision with soft, supple skin that stretched from her flat stomach to the valley of her breasts, Gladio felt the guilt sink into him. 

“Hey, come on, I change my mind…I have a girlfriend.” 

But this mystery vixen wouldn’t hear it, and willingly or not, Gladio went along with the ride. 

It was official, he had cheated on you. 

When Gladio woke up the next morning he was all alone. The sunlight filtered through his sheer white curtains and warmed up the bare skin that stretched across the pane of his toned stomach. After laying there for what seemed to be an eternity of thinking, Gladio finally pulled himself out of his bed and prepared for another day in the Citadel. 

As he started his trek to the large and foreboding building, his couldn’t bring himself away from what he had done. His legs felt like lead, and they became heavier and slower with every step up the stairs. 

His throat was constricted, and his heart felt like it was being gripped with an iron fist. Just as he imagined you greeting him this morning, his breath was a burning, painful fire. Bitter regret, guilt, and anger was directed at himself for doing this to you. 

He had worked so hard for you to finally give him a chance, the cute little Kingsglaive member that always rejected his advances. When you finally gave up trying to dodge the behemoth of a man, he believed that he genuinely liked you. Maybe he even had a thought of talking seriously about marriage with you, but it seemed to all be shattered now. Gladio had messed up, he was a cheater and he was worthless. 

He knew this, but he knew that if he was going to see you today he would never tell you the truth. Never telling him the truth had gotten him this far, with him and his list of mistresses, girlfriends, and one-night stands, why not once more? Even as he thought this, he felt even worse than before, and the guilt ate away at him until he was hallow inside. 

But his resolve was strong. He wouldn’t be able to stand your heartbroken face, your tear-filled eyes if he had told you the truth. Gladio’s would feel like the lowest man on earth if Eos if you would tell him that you hated him, if you tried to run away from him and cut all ties. No, he doesn’t think that he could let you go even if you yelled at him, screamed at him, or worse, begged him. 

For the first time in his life, Gladiolus realized that he might lose something that he can’t replace. 

Even with this thought in mind, he took visible breathing exercises to calm himself down. He fixed the emotions on his face into something that hopefully resembled his everyday look, and prepared himself to see you again.

But ten, fifteen, twenty minutes of standing and stalling outside of the Kingsglaive locker rooms, not a hide nor hair of you was seen. Multiple of your coworkers passed him, giving him questioning glances or knowing looks to one another. Their strange reaction to him made his eyebrow climb up his forehead, and just as Titus Drautos exited the locker rooms to give everyone their schedules for the day, Gladiolus pulled him aside. 

“Gladiolus,” the middle-aged man said, “how may I help you?” Rough, muddy green eyes bore into him, and already hopped up on nerves, Gladio had to clear his throat and straighten up. 

“Is [Name] in?” 

“So even you don’t know,” the older man drawled, instantly pulling a pencil out of his pocket and writing a little note to himself. 

A “Huh?” fell out of Gladio’s lips and he looked questionably at the captain. 

“[Name] didn’t check in today,” he explained without his eyes leaving the small notepad he carried with him. “I thought that she was running late, but if she didn’t even tell you, something must be up.” He didn’t notice, or didn’t care about Gladio’s surprised look, and instead thanked the Shield for giving him this information and walked away to continue his day. 

Gladio took off down the hall, millions of questions running through his head. Did you just oversleep? Was your alarm clock not working? He pulled out his phone and quickly pulled your name out of the speed dial. He lifted it up to his ear, and only walked faster in impatience when the robotic voice on the other side said that this number was currently unavailable. He nearly crushed the mobile then and there. 

He left the Citadel, taking the stairs two at a time and ran towards your apartment. He bolted up the stairs and made a beeline for your door. All thought of his betrayal took a backseat in favor of the panic that set in his skin. A panic that only amplified when he realized that your door was unlocked and ajar. 

He nearly knocked the door down, and eyes of warm honey instantly scanned his surroundings. 

“[Name]?!” he called out. Multiple horrific scenarios ran through his mind, and just as he was looking for your would-be attacker, he found nothing. Literally nothing. 

He frantically looked around. No jackets strewn around, no cabinets filled with food, no clothes in the closet, no signs of struggle, and no sign of your existence. 

It was as if you had never even existed. 

In a split second, he made his decision and dashed home. 

He burst through the doors of the Amicitia mansion, crossing the foyer in two quick seconds that he almost didn’t even notice Iris. 

She tucked her hands behind her back, she had her legs together, and her eyes downcast, staring at her shoes. It was as if she was trying to make herself as small as possible. 

“Gladdy…” she whispered, almost too quiet for him to hear. 

“Not now, Iris,” Gladio said, trying to take off his jacket. “[Name]’s not answering her phone, she’s not at work, her apartment is empty—”

“Gladdy,” Iris tried again, a little exasperated. 

“A grown woman doesn’t just disappear,” Gladio continued, ignoring her for the worry that he had sinking into his mind. 

“Gladdy!” Iris finally said, looking at her brother. 

“What?” he snapped. He turned to look at her. 

“Gladdy…” Iris shrunk again, like she wanted to make herself as small as possible under the gaze of her older brother. It was a tactic that worked when she was a kid, when she did something she knew her brother would be unhappy about. Gladio’s expression softened. 

“Iris, what—?” 

“Gladdy, I love you,” she said, her voice a mere whisper, but then she looked up and into his eyes, her own amber ones clashing with his own. A spark of anger was lit underneath that guilt she felt. “But [Name] is my friend too.” 

Gladio’s blood ran cold at what she said next. 

I told her about what you did.”   

What Are Friends For?

Anon prompt: The reader kisses Archie at a party expecting him to be very cool and chilled about it since he does a lot of kissing but he falls for her and tries to hide his feelings and then Betty and Veronica intervene to get them together somehow but it doesn’t go as planned?

A/N: Oooooooooooooooooooh, Archie out here kissing everyone !!

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: underage drinking, partying, kissing


It was a well-known fact that Cheryl blossom threw the best parties Riverdale High had the pleasure of seeing.
Everyone left drunk and they were talked about for weeks until someone tried, and failed, to throw a better one.

Cheryl answers the door, looking Betty, Veronica, and myself up and down.

“Alcohol is in the kitchen, don’t touch anything that’s valuable.” She doesn’t smile as she pushes the door open wider for us to enter.

We enter and head towards the kitchen, we pass Kevin and Joaquin; Kevin is introducing Joaquin to the Pussycats.
Archie and Jughead are in the kitchen, opening new cans of beer and drinking from them.

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Vodka & Cotton Candy (PT2)

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction

Warnings: Language, smut

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“You haven’t said more than five words to me since we got here.” Sebastian said, locking his hands together while resting both of his elbows on the table cloth.

We had just made it to this quaint little restaurant in Studio City. I had never been to Firefly but when Sebastian made the reservation he swore by it. Sitting at our table, the dimly lit restaurant had a very romantic -garden like ambiance. Out on the patio in our cabana the table was in a more private area. Curtained off with white fabric canopy. The dark vintage setting had a certain aura that was slightly helping me come out of my shitty mood.

I wasn’t upset with Sebastian. Truthfully I had no reason to be. I was more frustrated with myself. My life with Sebastian was certainly far from mundane. Though he had years of practice and adjusting to this constant attained attention. I on the other hand was still struggling with the idea that my personal life at any given moment would be shared so publicly. I could feel the weight of Sebastian’s stare as I looked down at the flickering fame on the candle that was placed between us.

“Can we just pretend the past hour didn’t exist?” I asked, huffing letting out my pent up emotions.

“Yeah, but until it happens again then what? Are you going to keep giving me the silent treatment Peyton?”

I waited to answer his question having somewhat of trepidation of what might my answer be. I looked away again unsure of what else to say. The waiter approached the table without either of us noticing. “Hello, my name is Dean I’ll be your server for tonight. Can I start you both with light refreshments?” He pulled out his notepad and pen to begin writing down our orders.

“Two ice teas please and we are ready to start.” Sebastian collected both of our lamented menus and handed them to the waiter.

“Did you take a chance to look at our drink menu? We have a wide variety of delicious choices.” Dean said in his most persuasive voice.

“No the ice tea will suffice, after all she doesn’t drink and I didn’t see the liquor of my choice.” Sebastian finished that sentence exchanging looks with me like it was our own private joke.

Though in our defense it kind of was. Dean proceeded with taking our order scribbling quickly on his notepad everything Sebastian was saying, not missing a single beat. I sat across from him with my hands in my lap taking notice of the way Sebastian conducted himself. My observations also pointed out that whenever we were in public he did most of the talking. Our waiter finally left the table making his rounds to another one in a distance.

“What did you do today?” Sebastian asked me.

“The fun stuff or the boring stuff?” I retorted playfully. I watched his face to see how and what made his facial expressions change. I was beginning to learn what made Sebastian tick.

“The stuff that happened in between.” He said flatly.

“I’m not following what you are talking about.” I said. Underneath the table our legs were a comfortable distance away, but I started to feel his leg reverberate against mine. He was shaking his leg in annoyance to my brisk answer.

“You mentioned you were on the elevator today when someone was gawking at your breast.” His ardent stare was somewhat mixed between sarcasm and intensity.

“No one was gawking at my breast.” I lowered my voice and looked around me as if I just said a promiscuous word. “It was my shirt that had a fucking unmissable logo on the front!” I laughed, or at least tried to.

“Then where did you go?” Sebastian’s question hung in the air.

“Isn’t that for me to know?” I sat back resting in my chair with a raised brow. As his face started to soften he bit the inside of his cheek and I knew our game was far from over. It was only beginning again.

The waiter had returned with two ice teas as requested setting them on the table directly on the coasters placed in front of us. He stood there for a moment smiling with a question sitting on the tip of his tongue. Sebastian looked at him in anticipation, with the warmest smile on his face.

“My son is a huge fan of yours and I’d hate to be a bother but he would kill me if I didn’t ask for a picture!” Dean exclaimed.

“Well Peyton and I certainly do not want your blood on our hands.” Sebastian said lightly, joking with him of course. I was quietly observing and listening to them. I pulled the paper wrapper off and started to stir the plastic straw around the ice waiting to hear the following words that were sure to come.

“Would you mind taking our photo Miss?” He asked eagerly. He extended out his camera phone and I reached for it as I stood up. Sebastian wrapped his arm around his shoulder, and Dean held up his thumb to salute.

“I’m going to take another one.” I angled the camera giving him a variety of photos. When they were done Sebastian hugged him and the waiter thanked me as usual. It was all so routine now. When I passed him his phone back I noticed behind him we had caught the attention of two young girls behind us at another table.

They stared at me, conversing back and forth with each other. I assumed their topic of conversation revolved around Sebastian, though their phones were surprisingly pointed at me. I sat backdown in my chair. I couldn’t help but look back wondering about the things they were talking about. Feeling exposed, I sprung from my seat needing fresh air. Even though ironically we were sitting outside.

“I’m going to go find the area for smoke breaks.” I told him.

He looked at me with perplexity. “You don’t smoke.”

“Then I’m going for a break.”

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BIGBANG | Mafia!au/Soulmate!au They Realize Their Soulmate Is A Civilian

Anonymous said:

Hi! Is it possible to combine AU requests? If so, could you pretty please do a Bigbang Mafia AU where they finally find their soulmate, only to realize he/she is a civilian, like no affiliations with any gangs/mobs/governments/etc. They just have a mundane desk job or they teach little kids, something completely normal. pretty please!! Thank you!

G Dragon/Jiyong: 
The first time he realized his soulmate might be a civilian he was sitting at a red light, boredom coming over him. Looking out the window he notice a daycare where all the kids where out on the play ground. 

‘Oh to be a child again,’ he thought almost envying the children’s unknowing innocence of what lay in the real world.

What he wasn’t expecting as he looked out the window was to feel like he got hit in the gut by a 2x4. Who he suspected was a teacher walked into view and it was almost like everything focused on her.


He was snapped out of his trance by the car behind him honking, prompting him to drive. He knew he would have to come back though. Which he did the next day resulting in the same thing happening. “Well this is going to be interesting…”

He had been to this bar before; it was a bar that he sometimes retreated to when he wanted to get away from the gossip of his fellow mobsters. It was the mellow atmosphere of this bar that he enjoyed where he could be alone with his own thoughts instead of having to listen to the complaints of others.

“Can I get you another drink?” a female voice asked.

He looked up from his drink and looked at the woman across the bar counter from him, his heart beginning to pound hard. If this was what it felt like to find your soulmate it wasn’t what he had expected. Especially since she seemed to be just a regular civilian.

“Sir?” she questioned, her voice wavering slightly.

“Um…yes…another drink sounds nice.”

He had been doing recon; Jiyong had sent him out to follow around some business man that owed him money…a lot of money. Following the man around on his mundane errands was actually quite boring, but getting a sense of his everyday life was needed. So when he stopped in for lunch at a restaurant Youngbae was quite happy about that.


Much needed at that point; and he could have some so not to blow his cover. 

“Can I get anything started for you?” someone asked.

He looked up from his menu to where the voice was coming from and saw a smiling waitress, notepad in hand. Looking at her it almost felt like everything else in the room began to disappear. He had heard that this is what happened when he meant the one…his soulmate. He managed to snap out of it momentarily and jumped to his feet when he realized the business man was gone, scaring the waitress.

“Cheese burger, no pickles with french fries and a coke…I’ll be right back.”

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The master of disguise would definitely be caught off guard by his soulmate being a civilian. He entered the waiting room of dentist office, the receptionist greeting him with a smile that he could only compare to that of sunshine. His heart pounded looking at the woman who quickly tried to juggle between answering his questions and answering the phone.

“Yes that doctor is in today, do you have an appointment or are you new here?”

“I have an appointment…you know, you’re quite a pretty young lady, if you’re available I think you and my son would get along nicely.”

He hated the subway; he was so used to riding around in town cars at this point that even the thought of being crammed in a subway car like a sardine irritated him. But when it came to work sometimes riding the subway was unavoidable…which meant having to quickly buy a day pass from the ticket booth.

Walking up to the booth he was greeted by a young women in a freshly pressed shirt, her smile making his heart race and the rest of the world go silent. If this was his soulmate, a civilian of all people it would be something that he would have to think on, but in that moment nothing else mattered but her.

“Day pass or weekly?…Sir?” she questioned her voice finally snapping him out of his trance.

“Weekly….a weekly pass….”

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Horoscopes by Gil Hizon - June 11 - July 29, 2017 *Season Six Finale Realness*

More Astrological Shade Coming Your Way July 30th! #SeasonSeven #GotShitToDo #ShitImGettingPaidFor

GEMINI (May 21 – June 21)

This summer, I encourage you to lighten the fuck up. Look, I get it. You’ve got your work cut out for you these next couple of months. But you’re concentrating on your workload instead of all the opportunities that are at your disposal. Even your complaining is a becoming a bit erratic. Some bitches don’t get to be as busy as you, so just chill out and be grateful, queen!

CANCER (June 22 – July 22)

It just seems like ERRBODY has got something to say about your new nose job. And so what? When was it your job to defend whatchu want your nose to look like? This is a matter of personal preference. It got nothing to do with what other bitches are saying about you. Instead of worrying about what to say to inquiring hos, just enjoy whatchu paid for!

LEO (July 23 – August 22)

Bitches are finding it difficult to keep up with your larger than life ass ideas and the more you keep pushing them concepts on them constituents, the more they’ll run away from yo ass. Look, queen, your posse don’t wanna be reminded of how basic they are. All they want is to spend time with you. Stop PR-ing your shit and be there for your friends!

VIRGO (August 23 – September 22)

Your personal relationships will be taking a backseat to your dreams and ambitions. Gurl, this is totally fine! Just make sure you’re not using your career shit to run away from yo friendz and yo menz. Furthermore, someone in your posse may even be able to help you out with your ascent to stardom. Don’t discount them hos just yet.

LIBRA (September 23 – October 22)

A lot of shit is about to go down this summer, and it’s quite amusing to find you scrambling to make sense of it all, like some drunk queen who lost a shoe on her way home from Santa Monica Boulevard. Look, before you start to panic, perhaps you need to sit down in a moment of contemplation to recharge your batteries and to honor who you’ve become these past few years. At least just acknowledge where you are in the ecosystem and pay silent homage to the bitches that gotchu here.

SCORPIO (October 23 – November 21)

You are so hung up on how you think a certain event in your life will unfold, that you are unwilling to entertain any sort of deviation from your plan. Honestly, that is so unlike you. Remember, this event is just a formality - you actually think the whole thing is unnecessary. Don’t get sucked into the so-called magic of the event. That is not what yo ass stands for. It ain’t your truth, henny!

SAGITTARIUS (November 22 – December 21)

I think it’s safe to say that yo big, fine ass defies any kind of logic that shady queens may throw your way. When you sashay into any room, bitches be gagging. It will be easy for you to be intoxicated by this new power. This is why, the earlier you become aware of your prowess, the easier it will be for you to control that ass. Remember, only use your powers for good!

CAPRICORN (December 22 – January 19)

You just can’t help yourself, can you? Why is it that any deviation from your plan ends up in the cutting room floor? Are you that inflexible that you are willing to discount concerned parties who are there because they care about yo ass? Your constituents need you now more than ever to listen to their pleas for change. I know that you think that everything is decided now, but there is still room for you to let others in on your journey.

AQUARIUS (January 20 – February 18)

Your aloofness ain’t cute no more. Bitches be wanting you to open up and show them a bit of that vulnerability which you’re not used to giving them. Perhaps, they accidentally got a taste of it in the past and it has left them gagging for more (so really, it’s your damn fault). There is a compromise out of all of this. Revealing parts of you to interested parties can be done in a slow, controlled manner. Repressing that shit will just cause you to constipate. And that’s never cute.

PISCES (February 19 – March 20)

While everyone’s running amok in the streets, you’re flying under the radar, gurl! This is the perfect opening for you to take advantage of the situation and make things happen for yo ass. Dream big, because this is a limited time offer only - Offer Code FISH. Just make sure you’re not wasting that universal life bonus on some random hand job in some danky alley. Gurl, you better than that.

ARIES (March 21 – April 19)

A certain VIRGO influence is teaching you to be a little bit more careful before you spring into action. Even you are getting bored with this “act now, ask questions later” kind of mode, and you’re looking for something more substantial. Something that inspires longevity and constant contemplation. This is a new thing for you, so be careful with that shit.

TAURUS (April 20 – May 20)

If you’re having a difficult time getting through the present because a lot of future shit is warranting your utmost attention, a handy dandy notepad is whatchu probably need. For every worry that crosses your brain regarding what’s to come, I urge you to write that shit down. You’ll find that the more you document, the less is on your mind and the more at peace you’ll feel.

(DISCLAIMER for all entries: This is all a shitshow!)

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Wednesday, December 22nd.
Dr Jackson was making a lot of notes, which was weird, because I hadn’t said very much.

“I finished for Christmas today.” I chirped. “I’m going home.”

“You seem… excited? I wasn’t expecting that.” She didn’t lift her eyes from the paper.

Myself and Harry had both discussed not telling Bryony about our little set up, because fucking hell, I’d never get out of therapy if she knew I was setting up fake relationships to deal with my family. I’d have to keep seeing her for the rest of my damn life.

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Jooheon Pt. 1

Back story:
It’s been about three years since you moved to this town. You had come here to move out of your parents’ house and try to make it on your own. You’ve put in a great deal of your time and money (and energy, TONS of energy), but you’ve finally managed to open up your own bakery. Cupcakes, cookies. That kinda thing. And for the past year and a half, you’ve had your own personal cheerleader, too. Jooheon.


If anyone ever asked you to describe Jooheon, this is what you’d tell them. “Soft, thick hair, usually styled wonderfully. A warm smile, beautiful teeth, and the sweetest dimples anyone has ever seen ever.” (Honestly, you could never not smile whenever he did.) “When he smiles, his eyes almost disappear, but they’re still the happiest and brightest little things on the planet. He’s honestly the king of aegyo, but also a most uniquely energetic rapper. He stands at about 5'10” and handsome. And he’s fit. Not super fit, but perfectly fit.“

It’s safe to say you have an immense attraction towards him. On a scale of gravitational pull? He’s the Sun to your Earth.

The downside?

Well, he’s your best friend. And it really seems like he’s okay with that most of the time. Other times he has you questioning how he actually feels. For example, after you’ve hung out with each other for a while and one of you has to go somewhere, you’ll hug. But it’s not that. It’s those times where it doesn’t feel like he wants to let go, letting his hold on you linger. It’s never been brought up because, let’s face it, you love it and it would be embarrassing if you’re reading too much into it. Then there’s the times he forgets that you can see his reflection and you catch him looking at you differently, or how little he wears whenever you guys spend the night at each other’s house. Things like that.

Whenever he’s around, though, you (struggle to) keep your cool. Frankly, if he knows you have feelings for him, he doesn’t let on in the slightest. But theoretically it’s better that way because then it can’t get weird and no one gets hurt. Right? Well, that’s what you tell yourself anyway.

Hmm, three o'clock.You look around your freshly vacated shop as your last costumer pulls out of the parking lot. It tended to get slow around this time of day. The only sounds that can be heard are the electrical whirrings of your kitchen equipment (mainly the refrigerator and display cases), and the steady rhythm of your fingers now drumming impatiently on the counter.

To combat your boredom you decide to think up a new dessert for your menu. Nothing guaranteed, but if it’s good, why not? Cupcakes, you think to yourself. You’ve always loved piping fresh, homemade frosting onto cupcakes, and now you have an excuse to do it again. You grab a notepad to jot down some ideas.

How about… chocolate cupcakes with mint frosting? No! Peanut butter frosting! I wonder how it would be with a marshmallow fluff-frosting combination and crumbled toasted graham cracker bits on top…

Just when you start getting into your brainstorming mode, your best friend walks in.

“Heyyy, y/n! What’s up?” He loves saying ‘what’s up’. Sometimes he’ll say it over and over when he really gets into his English. You immediately look up from your notepad when you hear his voice, and his smile and dimples are the first things you see. You give him a quick once-over as he make his way across the room and see the rest of him is just as gorgeous as ever. Say something…

“Annyeong, Jooheon,” you finally manage to say. “Nothing much, really.” You place you pen down and push the notepad aside. “Just thinking up a new item for my menu so I have an excuse to make some frosting. What are you up to?”

“I got bored at home and thought I’d come see you since I know how much you love me bugging you at work,” he says with a wide smile. There he goes tugging at your feels again. Jooheon walks behind the counter to stand next to you, then sits on the countertop and picks up your notepad, reading it to himself. “Is there a reason you picked chocolate for all of these?” For some reason you felt like he was picking on you.

“Chocolate goes well with practically everything,” you say somewhat defensively and pretend to pout. You decide to change the subject and pick on him back a little. “Besides, who says I like you bugging me at work?”

“You don’t like me coming to see you at work?” He looks at you and pretends to be seriously (dramatically) offended and surprised. “Oh my god, y/n. Oh my god. I did not know you felt that way.” (Cue perfectly timed fake sniffling, him jumping off the countertop and him turning away from you. A real thespian.) “Well, I’ll just leave then.”

“Nooo, Joo-honey, don’t go.” You can almost hear him smiling in satisfaction as you chase after him for all of two or three steps and grab his waist.

“Why not?”

“Because I always like you coming to see me,” you wrap your arms all the way around his waist and hug him tightly.

“Even if I’m bugging you at work?” he pretends to still be hurt and pouty, even though he knows you know he’s faking.

“Even if you’re bugging me at work, Heonie.”

He spins around in your embrace and pulls your head tight against his chest and your body against his to hug you back. Honestly, this kinda playful back and forth is just how things are between you two most of the time, but… there’s just no way it’s healthy for your heart to race like this. It feels like your chest might actually explode. And then there’s that crimson tide that washes over your face whenever he holds you like this or you think about his body…

nicotinc  asked:

List 5 facts about your most favorite sim and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore. ♥

I’ve been waiting for someone to send me one of these! I have so many random facts about my bbs written down in my notepad :)

couldn’t choose one char so i decided to do both hope it’s ok haha

  1. really hates game of thrones and walking dead
  2. she’s afraid of childbirth even more than death
  3. is a little bit of a travel junkie; staying in one place for a long time makes her feel bored and restless; tends to move a lot
  4. never drinks milk or milk-containing drinks although she doesn’t have lactose intolerance, she just doesn’t like the taste of it
  5. is very organized and even takes the ‘R’ and ‘L’ on her headphones seriously

  1. really loves scandinavian tv series and movies
  2. if he does something - anything - he invests fully in it which leaves him exhausted; considers that a flaw but does nothing about it
  3. His Sun, Moon and Rising are: Gemini, Virgo, Scorpio 
  4. is 99% straight except that one time when he’s got stoned at a house party and made out with an openly gay class mate when he was 17; never smoked a weed ever since
  5. loves cooking and used to cook a lot for Katherine and himself but after getting divorced mostly eats delivery or take-out and cooks on very rare occasion

I’m really tired that is the only reason this happened

also if someone asks what the hell this is just tell them it’s a clock and a notepad falling asleep on a tv that will obviously explain everything I bet they both snore really badly

Your Angel, Your Hope

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: FLUFF

Word count: 1,650

(A/N: J-hope smiling is high-key low-key my reason for living) 

Originally posted by jaayhope

You knew staring was creepy but every time he laughed it was like the gates of heavens opened up. 

hoseok was friends with everyone and I mean everyone, the guy had had no enemies. 

of course, you had to have a crush on him. and of course, he was way out of your league. 

it’s not like the two of you didn’t talk or you weren’t friends. quite the opposite actually. your families were close so of course, you guys were close as well… just not as close as you wished. 

you gazed had turned towards you notepad as you doodled on the cover not really paying attention to the conversation your friends were having. 

“Y/N! hello! earth to Y/N” your friend said as she waved her hand in front of your face. 

you shook awake before giving her a ‘sorry what’ look. she scoffed in annoyance before smacking you over the head lightly. you loved your friends, honest! just sometimes the stuff they talk about tends to bore you. 

“I said, are you coming to hoseoks party tonight? he lives like a couple of houses down from you so we were asking if we can just come to yours and get ready there and then make our way to his?” she asked as your other friend nodded along. 

“I’m not even sure that I’m going, but you guys can still come to mine and stuff” you shrugged as you continued to doodle. 

for a minute your friends sat in silence before one of them shoved your shoulder in shock. you looked up to see both of them staring at your in disbelief. 

they both leant in slowly before smacking you again. 

before you could whine or protest they were scolding you. 

“Y/N you’ve had the biggest crush on hoseok for as long as I can remember, you always go to any event he throws or even just attends. don’t tell me you’re giving up?” she asked angrily. 

“first of all, chill, second of all I don’t have a chance with him anyway” you sighed sadly. 

okay so yes you were basically giving up. why pine over someone who you know is never going to like you back. it doesn’t make any logical sense. 

during the day your two friends tried incredibly hard to convince you to go to hoseoks party, even going so far as to call your mum and tell her you and hoseok were fighting and the only way to resolve it would be for you to attend his party. 

luckily your mum is smarter than that and knows that you and Hoseok would never fight. plus how would you going to his party fix that?

you were stuffing your text books when you felt someone approach you, assuming it was one of your friends trying to get you to go again you ignored it, however when they didn’t say anything you were suspicious. 

“hey Y/n” 


you knew that voice so well. 

“Hey hoseok” you said back trying to be cool as you closed your locker. 

“so I heard you weren’t coming to my party” he said doing his famous pouty face as he leant against the locker next to mine. 

my heart beat picked up a little when i realised that my dumb friends had run off and told him. 

mental note: find new friends. 

“err, yer sorry…homework?” you said but it sounded more like a question. he laughed before shaking his head at you. 

“sounds like your trying to avoid me” he said in a low voice as he raised his eyebrow. 

“avoid you? what? me? never” you scoffed as your eyes travelled everywhere but his enchanting brown ones.

“great! then I’ll see you at my party!” he chirped excitedly. your heart sped up as a red tint came onto your cheeks. 

“w-what about my homework! there’s a lot of it and..it’s hard!” you tried to excuse but he was having none of it. 

“that’s alright, I’ll come over tomorrow and help you with it! no one should be doing homework on a Friday night!” he answered cheeringly as his smile lit up the whole hallway. 

“o-o-oh no that okay! i wouldn’t want to inconvenience you, im sure you have better ways you could be spending your Saturday” you said quickly as you shook your head rapidly. 

“well i could always come over this afternoon and then take you with me back to my house?” he offered with a sly grin. this bastard. 

“ya know what, Saturday sounds great. see you tonight” you stated before walking off in a panic. what just happened. 

you were seeing red. you were supposed to be getting over your feelings for hoseok and now he’s coming over on Saturday to help you with your ‘homework’ AND you’re going to his party?

“so?!” your friend piped up as you entered the car in shock. 

“guys! im meant to be getting over him! plus i dont even have anything to wear!” you cried out as you flailed your arms around a little bit. 

“yes! she’s coming!” one of your friends rejoiced as your other friend pulled out a plastic bag. 

“hoseok said you would say that” she smiled passing me the bag. 

what the fuck? why was he so keen on me going to this party? how does he know my dress size? when did he get- 

oh shit this is nice. 


you sighed deeply as your friend started to drive, you fingers ran over the dark purple dress and as the silk slipped through your fingers you couldn’t help but smile widely because jung hoseok just bought you a dress. 

as your friends gasped and awed at you and themselves you couldn’t help the anxiety creeping through your body. what if he doesn’t like how it looks on you? what if he knows that you like him and is only inviting you to call you out on it. 

your head was spinning and your mind was taking you places you didn’t really like. 

“okay Y/N lets gooo!!! party time baby!” your friend whooped as you followed them downstairs. well, we already know whos going to get blackout wasted. 

as we approached the house there were already people drunk off their rockets on the lawn outside. of course, this was expected, hoseoks parties always get a little…much?

as you entered the house you immediately spotted hoseok in the middle of the room, which made you immediately want to leave. 

but before you could bolt his eyes connected with yours sending all kinds of sparks down your body.

he smiled brightly as he gave you a big wave. before you could even say oh god, he was making his way over to you.

“you made it!” he said before pulling you into a bear hug. 

as you breathed in his scent over took all your senses immediately sending you into panic mode. he was so freaking close, thank god it was dark otherwise everyone in the room would see how red your face was. 

“come with me, I want to show you something” he smiled as he laced his fingers with yours. 

what did he want to show you? why was he even talking to you when there are way more interesting people here? where the fuck did your friends go? 

as he walked you up to the fifth floor, you gasped when you remembered that this used to be your favourite room in the whole house. the room was completely empty, the walls were all glass so you could see your little town but they couldn’t see you due to the type of glass that was used. 

“you still haven’t done anything with it?” you asked as you walked around; you remembered his parents talking about turning it into an office or a studio. 

“well actually were thinking of turning it into a dance studio” he smiled as you watched the people below dance outside wildly. 

a dance studio makes sense considering how much dancing hoseok does. 

“You look really good by the way, purple is still your favourite colour right?” he asked nervously as he scratched the back of his head. 

“you remembered? i told you like three years ago” you giggled as you turned around to face him, tearing your sight from the others below. 

“of course, i try my hardest to remember facts about those i like” he smirked as he gaze was focused on anything but you. 

your brain took a second to register what he had just told you. 

…does..wait…does that mean…you? he likes you?

by the redness of your cheeks and the confusion in your face, he could tell you didn’t quite understand what he meant. 

“yes Y/N” he laughed before reaching for your hand. 

“i like you” he said pulling you closer to him. 

okay by now your face was bright red. you gaped at him trying to confess your feelings back but nothing was happening. 

before you could say anything, he slowly placed his lips on yours wrapping his arms around your waist. 

his soft lips slowly moved against yours as your mind drifted off into dream land, this is actually happening oh my god. 

as he pulled away you breathed in for much-needed oxygen but you didn’t want to stop. 

“i-i-i t-too” was all that came out of your mouth. 

he laughed before kissing your forehead and engulfing you into a hug. 

“i know, your friends told me” he said as you snuggled your face into his shoulder, trying to hide your embarrassment. 

mental note: cancel the hunt for new friends, the ones you have aren’t so bad. 

the class angel boy you’ve known for so long likes you back, and now he’s finally yours. hey! now you can stare as much as you want, but this time it won’t be as creepy!