is that what the name meant

if lemony snicket wrote harry potter

Krum attacked Fleur, who responded with “Sacré bleu!” This exclamation is a phrase with many possible meanings and connotations. Literally, it translates to ‘sacred blue’, a phrase which does not appear to make much literal sense, and might lead an earwitness to suspect that the speaker is invoking some kind of nefarious coded phrase. The French invented it as a way to swear without invoking the name of God, as ‘bleu’ and ‘Dieu’ are similar sounding words, such as ‘look’ and ‘book’, or ‘code’ and ‘forebode’, or even ‘last breath’ and ‘painful death’.

This history, while fascinating, is not in fact relevant to this situation. For I, dear reader, happen to be privy to exactly what the young Miss Delacour meant when she exclaimed “Sacré bleu!”, thanks to a chance interview in a crowded fish statue three years after the fact. And so “Sacré bleu” in fact here means ‘oh fucking shit’.

Quick disclaimer: This girl is half Japanese and half Native American, and since I don’t know much about specific native tribes or anything her design is sort of a mix of the sort of things my partly native (and also horse trainer, which is her talent) grandparents wear, and the sort of things the characters in Pocahontas wear; basically what I’m trying to say is her design isn’t meant to represent traditional Native American clothing, it’s just slightly influenced by it.
On to the actual character! Her name is Nakoma Ueno, and she’s the ultimate horse trainer. Her parents kinda just had a fling and so she grew up with her father (who is Japanese), and only pictures of her mother (who is Native American). She grew up very intrigued by her mother’s culture and became obsessed with horses at a young age when she started reading about like “cowboys and indians” types of stories(both historical and fictional). She never had a lot of friends growing up because she preferred to be with her horses, so she comes across as unfriendly when she’s really just not interested in talking to other people.

Don’t worry, I’m British so I know even less about native American tribes, so I apologise if that lack of knowledge shows up! Mind you, it sounds as though she hasn’t really had much knowledge beyond that gained from books and movies, so it’s interesting to see how that has manifested itself in her life.

As for the character herself, she seems pretty cool. She’s got a great talent - I think working with animals is one of those things that a lot of kids would love to do, so for her to have become an Ultimate is a dream come true for many! I think her personality is quite similar to others who work with animals as part of their talent (hi Gundham), and I can also imagine that working with horses is a way for her to feel more connected to her mother. 

Once again, thanks for submitting!

-Alice

Took me forever, but I think I got the look and colors right for the Twin of @vialdovi own clown boi that the looks are based off of. Running out of some colors as well cause markers are cheap ones.

Not sure what they should be named yet. Probably something more male like.
I just picture twin boys being menaces to the world.

The look is meant to be more rounded on this twin since they are not as feral and likely to just snap. Though he will follow his brother closely and will copy what he sees. Separate them though and he’ll be lost. Unsure and just nervous. Less feral and likely to attack if you befriend him before his twin brother comes back. He might just protect you, or try and sway his brother.

Alone with in a calm state, he’ll be gentle, but if brother is with him or he’s unsure of others, he’ll fight, bite, and snap at anyone other then brother.

Here are the different ways I tried to go with this character before this stuck:

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Tagging Game

Tagged by the wonderful @dreadhobo !

Were you named after anyone?

I was named for my grandmother (middle name) and for a McDonald’s commercial (first name). True story.

When was the last time you cried?

I think it was… .3 weekends ago? 

Do you like your handwriting?

Not so much. I think my handwriting looks very juvenile. Hey! Fun story: I was actually never taught cursive in school, though I did end up sort-of teaching myself.

What’s your favorite lunch meat?

Turkey or chicken is my preferred lunch meant.

Do you have kids?

  No, but I would like to someday.

If you were a different person, would you be friends with you?

I’m not sure. Maybe? I hope so? I don’t see why I wouldn’t, but I struggle with not always liking myself… but if I wasn’t me, I’d probably be less hard on myself? (did that make any sense?)

Do you use sarcasm?

Often.

Do you still have your tonsils?

Yes.

Would you bungee jump?

It’s not on my to-do list; possibly but probably not. I like thrill rides at amusement parks, but hate drop rides so I assume I wouldn’t enjoy bungee jumping.

What’s your favorite cereal?

Cinnamon Frosted Flakes.

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

…no. *hangs head in shame*

Do you think you are a strong person?

No, but I am trying.

What’s your favorite ice cream?

It depends on my mood, but I am pretty fond of butter pecan. Or anything with praline.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Body language and interactions with people and/ or things. 

What’s your least favorite physical thing about yourself?

My acne probably. Though I also use to really, really hate my body hair. I don’t mind other people’s body hair at all, but I’ve always been very self-conscious that it’s not considered attractive on women by society. I’m pretty hairy for a lady and it’s made worse by dark hair paired with pale skin…

Also my back fat; I don’t mind any of my other flab, but my back fat irritates me.

What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now?

Hunter green sweatpants and no shoes.

What are you listening to right now?

Rihanna! 

If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

Blue? Maybe?

Favorite smell?

Honey and fresh baked bread! Or herbs! Or sandalwood! Or… 

Who was the last person you talked on the phone with?

My grandmother (not the one I’m named after)! 

Favorite sport to watch?

Ice hockey ties with figure skating, because apparently I just really like ice rinks?

Hair color?
Brown!

Eye color?

Also Brown!

Do you wear contacts?

Sometimes, but I’ll also wear glasses.

Favorite food?

Pizza, ohagi, taiyaki, pancakes, feta, cheese in general… cherry turnovers!  

Scary movie or comedy?

Probably comedy; I like some scary movies but I’m pretty picky about what kind of scary movies I like.

Last movie you watched?

Hocus Pocus? Maybe?

What color shirt are you wearing?

A Florence + the Machine t-shirt.

Summer or winter?

Winter! My favorite season is autumn though.

Hugs or kisses?

Both please!

Book you’re currently reading?

I just finished a Mercedes Lackey book!

Who do you miss right now?

My sister and brother, and @thema-sal-shiral.

What’s on your mouse pad?

My current mouse pad is from the live action Rurouni Kenshin, it has an image of Satou Takeru as Kenshin.

What’s the last TV program you watched?

Figure skating! Does that count? It was the last thing I watched on TV.

What’s the best sound?

Laughter and singing or music!

Rolling Stones or The Beatles?

I deny this question.

What’s the furthest you ever traveled?

Probably to Seoul, Korea.

Do you have a special talent?

…My finger joints in my right hand are hyper-extendable?  

Where were you born?

United States!

Tagging: @buttsonthebeach , @circadian-rhythm , @ethadahlen , @wardsarefunctioning , @katalyna-rose , @thema-sal-shiral , @mysecretfanmoments , @sternenstaub28 , @dirthamensbird , @adventuresinastrangeworld , @firjii , @solverne , @ethadahlen , @idrelle-miocovani , @theweepingstar , @savvylittleminx , @elfsplaining , @shift-shaping , @dragynfox , @right-in-the-vhenan , @mistressdreadwolf

As always no pressure to participate! Only if you have the time and inclination. :) 

Dear Signs, It’s Okay

Dear Aries,

You are a fireball of energy, blazing through life. You want to savor it’s rawness and be strong in all your might, and you are strong. But it’s okay to cry, and let the softer parts of yourself show- even for a moment- even if it’s just to yourself. Because deep down, through all that strength and valor, you still have the innocence of a child. Not everyone will understand what it’s like to be so authentic in the core, and that’s okay. You are you, in all of your wholeness and that should be shameless. Your childlike innocence doesn’t take away your strength, it gives you an impenetrable shield.

Dear Taurus,

When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Do you love the person staring back at you, Do they fit the definition of what you find as beautiful? Look deeper, past the skin, past the tangible, and feel- do they feel Beautiful- If not, why not? If the answer has anything to do with other people, listen close. Beauty is subjective but you embody it, you are Earth in her purity, natural and cunning. It’s okay if you don’t always see, but always try to feel it. People don’t always understand the beautiful things in life and that’s okay, as long as you are aware of it yourself- you are akin to a flower blooming. No matter the petals, you are aromatic, intoxicating. Not everyone stops to smell the flowers, but take this as a reminder you always should.

Dear Gemini,

You are a whirlwind of everything around you, and it’s quite remarkable. No one can pin you down, as you can hardly grasp yourself. You are a curiosity, as no one understands you, some days you don’t understand yourself. That’s okay, life is about perpetual learning, and not just about knowing. Knowledge may bring comfort, but it doesn’t secure it. You are a tornado, and it’s natural not everyone can keep up, and that’s okay. You are light-hearted being, with light that needs to dance and smile. Don’t let anyone take your smile away, and or erase the many facets of who you are. With so many faces, you aren’t fake, you’re just multi-dimensional.

Dear Cancer,

You are sensitive and passionate, with a hard shell protecting everything you love. Life comes to you in phases, and you follow your passions wherever they may lead you. You shine brightly in the dark, when all is still. You are a contradiction, like most wonderful things- hard on the outside with a softness inside, both nurturing but harsh. It’s okay to be all of these things, and it’s okay to trade them out through time. You are the moon, and the moon is constantly reinventing herself.

Dear Leo,

You love fearlessly and boldly, and not everyone can handle that. Some are blinded, some are envious, but that’s okay, as long as it doesn’t dull who you are. You shine for those around you, because you love them and you need to know they love you too. It’s okay to love like you do, it’s okay to shine as bright as you do. You have a childlike adoration, and attention serves as validation. Praise strokes the fire in your heart, just remember not everyone has learned about love in it’s pure form. Love them as you would any other stranger, because they need it just as much, but don’t let it drain you. It’s okay to love the world, just know when to it’s time to move on, and be someone else’s sunshine.

Dear Virgo,

You are the oil in the gears that make the world run smoothly. You are anxious, making double sure you’re perfecting your part in the world. It’s natural to want to feel appreciated, as you do so much for others. You might not always do the glamorous things, or be in the center, but you always are doing something. It’s okay to want to be thanked, it’s okay to want to be adored- because you deserve it. Just know, you have to appreciate yourself before anyone else does. Some people don’t see all of what you do, and you can’t change that. You can change who you service, and you can change how you percieve yourself. Always remember to adore yourself, and give yourself credit for everything you do. Without you, this world would be chaos, so remember you are important.

Dear Libra,

Who are you ? I’m sure you ask yourself this quite a lot, and it’s okay if the answer changes daily. It’s okay if the answer changes, because whether you believe it of not, there is no definite answer. People around you may seem solid in who they are, but their not, and that’s okay too. You are not less than them, and you a more than just a reflection, even if that’s others see you. Your identity is fluid, and it changes based upon the people- and that’s why being alone sometimes can be so scary. You are left unarmed as to who you are, with only the scraps of thoughts to keep you together. And sometimes those thoughts aren’t so pretty, and that’s okay, because you’re also more than what ugly thoughts have to offer. You are beautiful, in and of yourself, you are an egnima.

Dear Scorpio,

You are a curious being plopped in a curious world. There is so much mystery, so much hidden depth. Of course you want to explore it all, to you, there is no such thing as an unanswerable question, and every wonder has a right to be answered. This frightens the world at large, because the world isn’t always ready for the truth you bring. It’s okay that you wonder those questions, no matter how dark or taboo. This isn’t a fault with you, because the world is heavy in denial. This is your virtue, because you walk the path so many are hesitate to glance down. Always ask, always discover, always seek, just remember security isn’t always found in the answers. Sometimes the answers break the security you thought you had, and this begs more questions. It’s okay to vulnarable, it’s okay to be exposed sometimes, especially to those who mutually love you, as you love them. Perhaps it’s this way, you’ll find the answer you’re looking for through yourself? But that’s just another question you’re going to have to answer- and it’s okay if there’s more after that.

Dear Sagittarius,

The world is an adventure, and an experience to indulge in. You are a wildfire, untamed and wild, It’s okay to wander. Beings like you aren’t meant to be caged, you are meant to drift and discover, to teach all those who listen. It’s okay to want to befriend the world, just remember not everything is friendly. You know this, but you’re brave and luck always seems to be on your side. It’s okay to believe in luck, always count your stars while you can. If by some stroke of chance you loose them, know that you can always find them again, or better, create your own lucky stars.

Dear Capricorn,

The world is dark, it is hollow, but you fill a much needed crack within it. You are the cement that holds the foundation for many different people, and that’s why the world feels so heavy. It’s okay to feel brittle after holding so much weight for so long. It’s okay to feel exhausted, because this world is mericiless and you brave it well. Your ambitions is what carries you and the ones you love. Just remember, you are also human, and not a machine, even if others don’t see it that way. Remember that, it’s okay to rest, and that you can always carry on in the morning.

Dear Aquarius,

When people imagine colors that don’t exist, they think of you. You function on a plane that many people never ventured on, because so many people are afraid of what they don’t know. You embody what people are afraid of, not because you’re scary, but because you’re different. Different- that’s an adjective that’s used so much in reference to you, it’s practically a synonym to your name. You are just you though, and that’s the magic of it. It’s okay if people don’t understand you’re unique sense of self, it’s okay if they don’t understand your compassion for the world. Its okay if some nights are lonely because you feel misunderstood, some things aren’t meant to be understood by everyone. You aren’t alone for this, you are united because of it. It’s through your eccentricity that will bond you with the few people that truly understand.

Dear Pisces,

The world consumes you, as you unknowingly consume it. You a radar of sensitivity, picking on the undercurrents that most people don’t notice. Some days it feels like your drowning in those waves, and no one understands. They don’t, and that’s okay. They don’t understand you, because often times, they are half blind to the world around them. You hold unimaginable depth, and some people don’t know how to handle that. You are a sponge, soaking up the world’s vibrations and empathy. This may seem like a curse, but it’s a blessing to see the world so vibrantly. This world consumes you, but that’s okay, because you also have the power to capture it.


*check sun & moon*

BTS 4th army zip magazine unit interview: Jin + Jimin + Jungkook

Q1: your last v app live broadcast together created quite a buzz. Any idea when will the three of you do a v app live broadcast together again?
Jungkook: Maybe we should just talk and leave the food behind.
Jin: what about a live broadcast with beers or soju?
Jimin: that’s what I thought! I think it will be fun too.

Q2: (question for Jimin) what is it like to be with Jin and Jungkook?
Jimin: Jungkook is the maknae (youngest) here but Jin-hyung looks more like it *laughs*. and I’m that one suffering from severe headache crying for help whenever the both of them starts bickering and seriously it just never stops.
Jin: no no, you are the outcast here, just joking.

Q3: (question for Jungkook) How will you describe your relationship with Jimin and Jin?
Jungkook: punching bags? *laughs* to be honest, Jin-hyung and Jimin-hyung they are someone whom I can be comfortable with.
Jin: punching bag hyungs that you are comfortable with.
Jungkook: I said no! *laughs* that’s not what I meant and Jimin-hyung…he is very neat and efficient in everything he does.
Jimin: what do you mean by that? am I dirty all the time?
Jungkook: ah…you know that’s not what I meant.

Q4: (question for Jimin) between Jin and Jungkook who looks more like the youngest here?
Jin: *interrupts* OF COURSE IT’S JUNGKOOK!!!
Jimin: It’s Jin-hyung, he looks more like the youngest here but really, both Jin-hyung and Jungkookie they are our maknaes. *laughs*

Q5: Any idea what will you name this unit?
Jin: Jungkook and the punching bags.
Jungkook: not again… *sighs*
Jimin: what about “Seokjin and the kids” ?
Jin: no!! I don’t like this!!!

Q6: (question for Jimin and Jungkook) Last but not least, a message to Jin.
Jungkook: Jin-hyung my everything.
Jimin: a brother and a friend.

Q7: (question for Jin) and of course message to Jimin and Jungkook.
Jin: Jungkook my everything.
Jungkook: no no, I think I need to change this. Jin-hyung, (sometimes annoying) brother with Pacific Ocean shoulders.
Jin: then you (Jungkook) are my little brother with a very big nose, and Jimin is like a gas stove? because he ignites the fire within me.

TRANS: jimint1013
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French students harass and bully me for asking them to speak English in an English-taught class, so I get them expelled.

This happened a few years back in China, at one of the universities there. Here, I was studying Chinese language and I shared my language class with some people from France and Belgium (the French speaking part). Our Chinese teacher was a really nice little lady that happened to also speak French. So often, whenever the French speakers had a question, they would ask it in French. Now, I didn’t really mind it all that much but at some point, it got to the point where about half of the questions in the class were asked in a language I did not understand. Obviously that is detrimental to my own learning experience since understanding the questions is important for me to learn the language. So I politely asked them if we could just do the class in English because about half of us didn’t understand what was being asked.

Laoshi (the teacher) was very nice about it and afterwards, asked the students if they could rephrase their question in English when they asked it in French. But apparently the French and Belgian girls and guys didn’t take it so well. They were constantly glaring at me, and whispering among themselves in French. Well, I just shrugged and moved on.

However, outside of class they were always sticking together in their own little group, doing things together. At first they would just walk past me when I was sitting down having a beer with my friends, and they would simply glare. But at some point it came down to them cursing, talking shit about me to other students and spitting on my lap when I was sitting in the park. Obviously I was seething so I might have called them a few words which were a bit too unsavoury. Anyhow, they didn’t take it well.

So the next day, I found out that they scribbled all sorts of things on my dorm room. It said ‘肏你妈’ (basically: fuck your mother) and 'nazi’ (I don’t actually know why they put this one. I think they thought I was German, which I’m not). Obviously I was pissed, but I didn’t really know what to do so I reported it to the International Student Office. ISO was really nice and understanding, but told me they can’t actually do much unless I provide proof that something is happening.

Thus, I went on Taobao and and bought a little recording camera (looked a bit like a dashcam, it had the time and date and everything). After the university had painted my room door over (they couldn’t get the markers off apparently) I hung the camera up in a corner of our dorm corridor and pointed it at my door. Then I left and made sure to loop around a little bit to walk past the group of French/Belgians so that they knew I was leaving campus towards the metro station.

I had some nice dumpling soup and a beer and when I came back, look and behold! Once again they were hardly creative with their insults (just more of the same) but this time I had proof! I checked the video and I was very pleased: 5 out of 7 of the group were actually there, and all wrote down something on the door with permanent marker. One of the guys even kicked the door which caused a crack at the bottom (these doors were not very sturdy). They seemed to have a lot of fun doing it.

Now, of course the school was properly pissed when I showed them the video. Normally the students would just get a stern warning but because ISO was aware that they were doing it before, and also about the fact that they were harassing me all the time (I reported everything to them when it happened) they were less than understanding this time and suggested the board that had to decide on this (no idea what their name was, I couldn’t recognize their name in Hanzi) to expell the students.

And so they were. All of this took place over the course of a couple of months, so we were nearing the end of the semester. The five students who scribbled at my door got expelled just before their exams, which meant that all the time they spent at the university was effectively worthless since they did not receive any credits for it. But it gets even better. After this whole ordeal, I sent a neat (anonymous) letter in Chinese (one of my Chinese friends helped me write it) to the Public Security Bureau that these students had engaged in vandalism at our university. A few weeks later, after I had already returned home, I was told by a friend of mine who was on good terms with their group that some of them had booked tickets and hostels to travel in China at the end of the semester. However, their visa extension was denied by the Public Security Bureau on the basis of their misdemeanour at the university.

I’m not sure if the second part was caused because of my letter, or simply because the university informed the police, but I like to pretend that it was the former. So I was just laughing my ass off as they slaved away half a year in courses for which they would receive no credit, and had to cancel thousands worth of travel plans. That truly was a sweet, sweet feeling.

summersaltturn  asked:

"Have anyone told you you have the most intimidating nostrils I've ever seen?"

“Yeah, I won an award, junior year,” Derek answers, frowning at his new IKEA (bought and built, all in a soft Henley sweater; Stiles knows, he supervised) book-shelf, like he hasn’t just finished a seven hundred page tome on Egyptian artefacts. A seven hundred page tome on Egyptian artefacts alone.

Derek Hale: epic nerd and assembler of easy-to-build IKEA products. Of course, Stiles thinks, cursing his stupid Professor and DIY kinks. Why not? The worst part is, he doesn’t even think those kinks are sexual. It’s just….a thing. That he has. A Derek thing. The Butterflies That Live In His Stomach were trying so desperately to move on with their lives, too. They’d shopped around. Hired a real-estate agent. They were ready, goddammit!  

Derek settles on a book - Stiles is pretty sure it also has the word ‘artefacts’ in the title - and sighs, all feigned nostalgia, and glances over his shoulder. “It was a golden nose, too. Across the bottom it said,” he pauses, grinning, “Stiles Stilinski needs to get a life.”

Stiles opens his mouth, clutches his chest, because rude much? Is it his fault Derek’s nostrils belong in some kind of anatomy museum? Is it his fault his Saturday nights are spent playing video games in his underwear, when his week days are spent chasing down monsters and researching things like how Scott and Erica managed to contract chicken pox when stabbing them does, like, nothing? (Except get Erica excited because she’s a beautiful, terrifying weirdo.) The moment he tries to tell Derek this, however, a copy of - is that Pride and Prejudice? - is thrown at his head. 

Stiles doesn’t know if he’s more offended when Derek rolls his eyes when it misses him, or the concerned look that crosses his face when the book sails past him and lands in an empty pizza box, like Derek is worried if it’s okay or not. 

And to think, Stiles was going to screw up his courage and finally invite Derek to see a movie this weekend. In an actual theatre. Where people go to be normal. Well, the laugh is on Derek because Stiles is going to buy the big popcorn and he’s going to enjoy it all on his own. 

Yeah, that’ll show him. 

~

“Has anyone ever told you your eyebrows could star in a disturbing kid’s movie about caterpillars?” 

Stiles is drunk. No, he’s wasted. Hammered. Loaded. Completely and utterly shit faced. Which is probably why instead of ending up on his ass on the floor, Derek just pinches the bridge of his nose, tips his head against the back of the couch and says, “what.” Not even a hint of inflection.

This dude, Stiles thinks, and then laughs because, ohmygod, Derek is this dude now. Not that dude or whoa, what are you doing crawling through my window, dude? but this dude. And that’s kind of beautifully heart warming, in its own way. 

Really, Stiles should write into Hallmark. It could be a trilogy. A Gay Trilogy ™. Bisexuals on ice. Except, without the ice because Stiles doesn’t know how to skate. Can Derek skate? Stiles totally bets Derek can skate.   

Speaking of Derek, he’s got this little crinkle on his forehead now, right between his eyebrows, and man, they really are very nice eyebrows. Animated but nice. A little dramatic but nice. Murderous but nice.

“What,” Derek says again, looking more confused than annoyed by the second. Stiles really wants to kiss him.

Instead, he stares. Stares and stares and stares.

Shit.

Slapping a hand over his mouth, he begins laughing uncontrollably and before he knows it, he’s clutching his sides and has his face pressed against Derek’s chest, because the hilarity is killing him. 

Because this is them now. Drinking peach-snaps at Derek’s loft, on a couch filled with throw pillows. Throw pillows. One is even soft and pink and frilly and another has a picture of the pack on it. Granted, no one is looking at the camera but Derek, Boyd and Kira and Derek is not so much looking at the camera as yelling at Stiles (holding the camera) for eating his secret stash of cookies, but it’s nice. It’s a nice picture. There is a plain black pillow too, of course. Somewhere. Stiles might be sitting on it, actually. He figures one can only expect so much when it comes to sour-wolves but Erica glued little cat ears on it last week and Derek said nothing. Fuck, he’d even smiled.

It says a lot about what a secret softie Derek is when it comes to vulnerable, drunk-ass people, because he doesn’t push Stiles away; just lets him laugh and laugh until he passes out, drooling on his chest. 

When Stiles wakes up, Derek’s sweater is pretty soaked through but he hasn’t moved an inch. He does, however, tell Stiles he snores like a deranged goose and that he owes him a pastry later.

He doesn’t even ask for a specific kind, Stiles chastises in his head, falling back to sleep. He’s in love with a pastry idiot. 

~

“Do you know when you smile, you brighten up the whole damn room?”

The question clearly catches Derek off guard because he falls head first…into a duck pond. 

Stiles’ first reaction is to jump in after him - he hates to admit it, but he gets a little nervous around water when Derek is with him; there have been several incidents where he’s unconsciously grabbed Derek’s hand in order to drag him away from pools and, one time, a very large puddle - but when Derek emerges, wearing his someone is about to die face, Stiles can’t be held accountable for the way he falls to the ground because, yup, that’s a tiny, outraged duckling perched on top of Derek’s head.   

“Oh my god,” he yells, rolling onto his back and kicking his legs in the air. He feels like a kid, grabbing his stomach, water practically pouring from his eyes. This was, quite possibly, the best day of his life.

Normally, Derek would be yelling threats - several, in fact, some in Spanish because he’s a show off - but he just stands there….in the middle of a fucking pond. The duckling is still sitting on his head, like he or she plans to set up home there and it’s so adorable Stiles thinks he actually coos out loud.

Still, Derek still doesn’t say anything. Not even when Stiles coos again, very, very deliberately. (And Scott said his middle name could never be Danger, pffft.) Stiles can’t actually guess what Derek is going to do but he doesn’t care. He looks a strange cross between wanting to murder someone - namely, Stiles - and a little kid who was told they couldn’t get a puppy only to get one on Christmas day anyway. 

Mostly, he just looks lost. And wet. Very, very wet. Somewhere out there, someone is playing It’s Raining Men and Stiles wants nothing more than to share this glorious moment with them. He’s just in the process of taking out his phone to at least snap a photo to send to the pack when - 

“Did you mean it?” Derek asks, and man, those water droplets just keep on running, don’t they. 

Stiles grins. “Did I mean for you to fall into a pond and adopt a new feathered friend? No but I think we can all agree-” 

Stiles.” 

Derek growls and it would be effective - at least in getting Stiles to help him out of the pond - if it wasn’t for the fact his ears were turning a little pink. A lot pink, actually and - 

Oh.

Sitting up, Stiles drags his butt over to the edge of the pond.

“Yeah,” he says. “I meant it. I mean, smiles can’t literally light up rooms, I know that, but when you smile it’s like…” He sighs and flaps his arms, suddenly nervous, hitting Derek in the process. The duckling practically glares at him and Stiles briefly wonders if he has competition here. 

Right. Better make this good then. He clears his throat. 

“It’s like, everything just makes sense for a little bit, you know? I look at you and it’s not that smiling is rare for you, at least not anymore, but it’s still pretty thrilling to see it and when you do I’m like, that’s some quality shit right there but then I get confused because it’s like, do I wanna punch it? Kiss it? Pet it? Who knows. Usually it depends on what you’re wearing.” 

Derek blinks and Stiles groans because, yeah, he just said that out loud. In real time. To Mr McGrumpy himself. Who is currently not reacting.

Great.

“Uh, I mean,” he attempts to correct himself but it’s too late. Derek is already slowly pulling him in and pressing his lips to his in what is the single most innocent, chaste kiss of Stiles’ life - because, you know, duckling and head movements - but somehow, it still manages to be perfect. 

“Nice,” Stiles whispers, after, waggling his eyebrows.

Derek snorts and kisses him again.

~

“Turn it off,” Derek whines, nuzzling further into Stiles’ neck. “This is why I leave my phone in the kitchen. Like we discussed.

Stiles tries to swat him, ends up kissing his temple. Sue him, he’s tired. “Says the person who can afford to leave their phone in the kitchen. We don’t all have supernatural hearing, asshole.”

Derek whines again. “You also have the worst taste in ringtones.”

Stiles gasps, suddenly sitting up. Well, he tries to. When your boyfriend is made of muscle and is half lying on top of you, it makes moving a lot more difficult. Not that Stiles is really complaining. Much. “I’ll have you know Bushes of Love is a Star Wars parody classic.”    

Derek rolls his eyes, Stiles can feel it, says, “just answer it, sweetums.” 

“Ugh,” Stiles grimaces, “I already told you I’m sorry for the pet-name thing. It was an accident!”

“Calling me your ‘slutty buddy’ in front of your dad was meant as a pet name?”

“It sounded better in my head!”  

Derek groans and wraps an “exasperated” arm around Stiles’ waist. Oh. So. Exasperated. Stiles grins. “Answer. Your. Phone.” 

Stiles finds his phone on the fifth try.

He has fifteen missed calls, all from Erica. Texts too. Every single one is a link to some article online, followed by a string of heart and eggplant emojis.   

Young Love and the Ugly Duckling’,” Stiles reads, clicking on the link. “Uhhh, Derek?” He prods him. 

What.” 

There’s a picture of us in the online Beacon Gazette,” looking into each other’s eyes, like a pair of love sick fools, Stiles wants to add because, wow, is he really that obvious when he looks at Derek? To be fair though, Derek isn’t much better and he is the one with an angry bird on his head.

He prods Derek again and again until he finally gives in, makes him look at the phone. 

“Huh,” he says, blinking at it. “Fred looks pretty pissed that I’m kissing you.” His face breaks out in a smug grin and Stiles rolls his eyes. Hard. 

“You are aware Fred is a duckling, right?” 

“Yes.” Derek grins harder, showing all his teeth, although his cheeks do colour slightly when he catches Stiles’ eye. 

Stiles sighs, totally not fond. “They couldn’t have come up with a better title, though?” he asks, brandishing his phone. “The Ugly Ducking, really?” 

Yeah,” Derek says, frowning. “I mean, I wouldn’t go as far as to call you ugly.” He laughs and Stiles smacks him across the chest with a loud, “hey!”

They both turn back to look at the picture. 

“We look so stupid,” Stiles whispers, shaking his head and biting his thumb. We fit, he thinks. We look like we fit. 

Leaning in, Derek smiles at him. “We do,” he agrees, burying his face back into the warmth of Stiles’ neck, muttering something about home and content and stupid Star Wars parodies.

Stiles snaps a selfie, captions it goals, and sends it to Erica. 

6

red queen series + name and meanings part 2 / part 1

Lights, camera, action!

KJ Apa x reader

Summary; You’re an actress on Riverdale and when doing a sex scene, things take an interesting turn

Warnings; kinda public, choking, so much daddy because KJ is daddy

A/N; huge thanks to @hesvoidspidey for the inspiration for this and letting me base this on one of her amazing imagines!


Laughing at KJ goofing around before his scene, you sat behind the camera with the crew. You watched him play with his guitar and then he stuck his tongue out and flicked it really fast. You couldn’t help to think how it would between you legs and you had to press your thighs together to suppress your sudden urge.

You had been on the show from the start and you were great friends with all of the cast but you had a thing for KJ. No one of course knew about it and you planned to keep it that way. But when the director had called you to a quick meeting a few weeks back to tell you that you were doing a sex scene with KJ’s character, you had felt really nervous. You had done sex scenes before but now that it was with someone you liked, the pressure was on. You didn’t wanna make a fool out of yourself in front of him or to even hint about your feelings towards him.

“Hey bae, wanna go to lunch with your daddy?”, you felt KJ’s arms around you and wondered how long you had been lost in your thoughts if he was already done with his scene.

Him calling you ‘bae’ was a regular thing, it had started when you first hated the word and KJ kept calling you that to annoy you but when you found out what it actually meant, it wasn’t that bad anymore and KJ just kept the name, and now, it made your heart flutter. The daddy thing was something everyone knew, not just the cast. There had actually been a poll about who of the cast was most daddy and KJ insisted that he was always your daddy and that made your panties wanna remove themselves.


Walking to the cafeteria area on set, you felt a little blush creeping on your cheeks when KJ hung his hand over your shoulders. To anyone else, this was normal KJ and it used to be to you too but now that you had recently started to feel something towards the kiwi cutie, you tried to contain the butterflies in your stomach.

Sitting at a table with Cole and Madelaine, they greeted you with smiles as you sat down with KJ on your side.

You mostly ignored your friends as you tried to focus on the scene you would soon be doing. You heard you name being said and paid attention to the conversation.

“So Y/N, KJ, how do you feel about the big scene?”, Madelaine questioned with excitement.

“Yeah, KJ, how do you feel? That must be the most action you’ve gotten in months”, Cole laughed as you and Madelaine joined him but KJ just rolled his eyes.

“Shut up Cole, I’m actually looking forward to it, it’s gonna be a big shocker on the show”, KJ revealed.

His words made you even more nervous than before because you knew that the scene was absolutely gonna be a shock to everyone as it had been to you so you knew you needed to nail it.

“What about you, Y/N?”, Madelaine asked with a smile.

“Oh, actually I’m a bit nervous”, you admitted, finding your salad really interesting as you looked down.

“Relax, you’re gonna do great”, KJ told you, placing his hand over yours on the table. You simply smiled at him, your heart beating faster.

“Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you”, he joked and everyone laughed, including you.


Reading the script over and over again for your sex scene, you dreaded for the moment when someone would enter your trailer to get you to set.

The scene was simple, not many lines. It would happen in your characters big fancy bedroom and it would start with your and KJ’s characters having a fight, which had already been filmed, and then KJ would just press you against a wall and kiss you out of the blue. You would then proceed to remove each other’s shirts as KJ was making you walk backwards to your king sized bed and push you to lay down on it, removing your pants. He then would get on top of you and start kissing your neck, lowering to your bra covered breasts and then pulling the blanket over you as he disappeared under it. The scene would end with the camera filming your moaning face. Couldn’t be that hard, right?

You tried to picture the scene in your head with your eyes closed, but also trying to find ways to block your mind from forming any dirty thoughts about it.

“Y/N, they’re ready for you on set!”, a woman’s voice interrupted your thinking and you stood up, mentally preparing yourself.


The set looked amazing. ‘Your room’ was lit dimly and there were a few candles here and there. The giant bed was covered with fluffy red sheets, making the mood a little sexy.

“You wet for daddy already?”, KJ whispered in your ear out of nowhere as you were studying the set. You jumped a little but felt more aroused than scared.

“I’m joking, Y/N, just messing with ya”, he laughed at your slightly red face as you didn’t find an answer. He was always teasing and playing with you but not like this but you just brushed it off as you were called to take your places.


Standing with your back close to the wall, you faked a pissed off look on you face when the director called 'action!’.

“I’m so done with your crap, Archie!”, you yelled at KJ.

“Well that’s too bad because I’m not giving up on you!”, he yelled back before the both of you stayed silent for a moment. You could’ve sworn you saw for less than a millisecond a smirk tugging at his lips but thought that you had just imagined it.

He then took one big step towards you, grabbed you by the side of your neck and waist and pushed you against the wall as he smashed his lips against yours. The kiss made you forget that you were acting as KJ’s lips felt so good against yours and you brought your hands to his hair. He then pulled you from to wall and turned you around as he broke the kiss to remove your top, revealing your scarlet red lace bra. KJ sneaked a quick look at your boobs as he kept pushing you back by your waist and hurriedly removed his own shirt. You felt your legs hit the edge of the bed and you were about to lay back on it as the script had said but KJ clearly improvised as he lifted you and softly threw you on it and pulled your pants off.

You were a little surprised by this but kept on going as no had said 'cut’.

Resting you head on the small tower of pillows, you watched KJ coming to hover over you as you smirked seductively at him.

“I’m gonna show you just how much you really need me”, he said his line and then proceeded to kiss your neck, slowly getting lower to kiss the skin over your collarbones and finally your almost exposed boobs. You were breathing heavily when he grabbed your ribs, making your boobs press together and making the bra rise just a little but you thought it wouldn’t be enough to reveal anything to the camera. He stayed kissing your tits a little longer than you thought and then you felt his tongue slightly brush your right nipple. You almost broke character from the contact and you didn’t know if KJ even knew what he did as he withdrew himself from your chest to pull the blanket over your legs and stomach.

You felt yourself getting wet from the small touch but tried your best to keep your poker face on as KJ disappeared under the blanket and you felt him laying down on his stomach between you legs.

Now this was the hard part. You had to fake moan and look like he was giving you oral. Sure you had faked orgasms before but this wasn’t the same.

You lifted your legs so that your knees were making the blanket rise, giving KJ more space to do what he was 'doing’. You closed your eyes and were about to start moaning as you felt fingers pushing your panties to the side.

This was definitely not scripted. You gripped the sheets as you didn’t know what to do. You could’ve stopped the scene but you didn’t wanna have to explain why and it had went well so far so you decided to just go with it, I mean, having KJ between your legs wasn’t bad.

You started to moan silently and then you felt a finger entering you pussy, the wetness making it slide in easily. You let out a loud moan that wasn’t planned but a second finger entered and you didn’t have to fake your moaning anymore. You didn’t know why KJ was doing it but you knew you would look great on camera and you felt so good. He fingered you for a few seconds and then you felt his tongue flicking your clit and another unplanned moan came out.

You were wondering why the director hadn’t cut the scene as it wasn’t supposed to last longer than a few seconds after KJ went under the blanket but you weren’t complaining.

Not even a minute had passed when you felt KJ curl his fingers against your g-spot and you almost instantly came but that’s when the director yelled 'cut!’. You felt more than disappointed when KJ pulled his fingers out of you and your panties were back over your drenched pussy.

“That was great Y/N, absolutely fantastic!”, the director praised you as you put your clothes back on and tried to hide your blush when the crew gave you an applause.

Usually you stayed for awhile to watch the footage but now you were sexually frustrated and needed a release so you started to head to your trailer but KJ stopped you.

“Can I show you something?”, he asked with a smile.

“Y-yeah, sure”, you smiled back, wanting to ask him about his little tease and started to follow him.


KJ led you to his trailer and opened the door for you as you walked up the few stairs. Once you were inside, you turned around to face him and it was like the scene you just did had replayed when KJ grabbed your waist and pushed you against the wall to kiss you hard. You instantly kissed him back and after a moment he pulled back to smile at you.

“You were wet for daddy”, he said as his smile turned into a smirk.

You just rolled your eyes playfully as you pulled you top over your head and went to do the same to his shirt. You quickly snapped your bra off too.

A small scream escaped your throat when KJ lifted you from the floor and carried you to place you on the couch. He was kissing you in a second and started to undo his pants but you stopped him and pushed him off of you to make him stand up. He looked at you with a slightly disappointed and confused look but you just smirked as you pulled his pants off, along with his boxers, his big cock bouncing up.

You didn’t give him any time to react as you took his hard cock in your mouth until you almost gagged. KJ started to grunt and gripped your hair tightly.

“Oh shit, Y/N, you’re a fucking goddess”, he told you as you kept sucking his dick.

“You look so good sucking daddy’s cock”, he smirked down at you and you lost it.

You stood up from the sofa, removed your pants and pushed him to sit down and in a second, you were on top of him with your legs on his sides, lowering yourself onto his length. You both moaned in pleasure when he filled you up. Starting to bounce up and down, he gripped your waist.

“You feel so good, daddy”, you moaned.

“I love it when you call me that”, he said and you smirked a little.

You fucked him for a good few minutes but he suddenly lifted you from him, making you both stand up and then he pushed you face first onto the couch so that your knees were on the sitting part and you leaned your elbows on the couchs back. KJ wasted no time in pushing back in you and started to pound into you without mercy. He snaked his hand around your throat and pulled your back against his chest and squeezed your throat.

“Who am I?”, he growled into your ear.

“Daddy”, you tried to say, his hand making it a little hard.

“Louder”, he demanded as he went to pinch your nipple with his free hand.

“Daddy!!”, you screamed and came a couple seconds before he did.

You both fell onto the couch but didn’t have any time to relax as there was a knock on the door. KJ immediately jumped up and grabbed a towel from a chair near by and wrapped it around his waist and then picked up his t-shirt from the floor and threw it to you. He made sure that you were covered before opening his mouth.

“It’s open!”, he yelled and stood close to you as you sat on the couch.

Cole walked in and you felt your cheeks getting hot. It was pretty obvious that what you had been doing due to you wearing only a shirt but hoped he would be maybe tired or something to not notice. He didn’t say anything at first as he studied your and KJ’s choice of clothing and then started to smirk. Busted, you thought.

“Daddy’s needed on set”, he smirked widely and left as your face fell.

“Fuck!”, you huffed out as KJ sat next to you and started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”, you asked with a raised brow.

“Nothing, I’m just happy”, he said, turning to smile at you.

“Really? I mean, me too but I didn’t know you wanted this too”, you told him.

“I’ve wanted this from the first time you called me daddy”, he confessed and chuckled.

“Can we talk about this after we finish work? I need to go do a scene but you’re welcome to join me”, he said and you nodded, getting up and dressing to return to set.


Walking to the Pop’s diner set with KJ, you spotted Lili, Camila, Madelaine and Cole standing by the coffee table. They all said their hellos to you and you felt Cole smirking at you.

“How did your scene go?”, Lili asked.

“Great”, both you and KJ said at the same time.

“I think it went more than just great”, Cole commented and you felt a little panicked.

“What do you mean?”, Camila questioned.

“Let’s just say that Y/N just proved that KJ’s the real daddy of this group”, Cole smirked as the girls just looked confused. You looked at KJ and he smirked at you and Lili noticed it.

“Oh my god! You didn’t!?”, she yelled as they all realized what Cole’s words meant.

“Oh, they definitely did!”, Cole laughed.

“Guess the secret is out”, you awkwardly laughed at KJ.

“I don’t mind”, he said and kissed you as the girls cheered.