So we all know about this thingy, right? Well, I don’t like them.
First: they’re made of hard plastic and the edges
can sometimes be sharp enough to hurt a betta or tear its delicate
fins. Second: even though there is a version that doesn’t have a wire
inside the leaf (and this version is far safer), I can’t seem to find
that thing anywhere. I ordered them online, went to three different LPS, and all of them only had the wire version.
So I said, screw it. I’m gonna make my own betta leaf hammock
and it’ll be ten times better than this mass-market version. And since
my creation turned out fantastic, I’m gonna share my process with
everyone so that you never have to buy that crappy plastic leaf ever
So here’s what you do: Gather up any unused silk plants you have, or buy one of those
$4 silk plants at any pet store that have the adjustable leaves. They
look like this.
In the background of this picture you can see one leaf clump that I
pulled off the stem. In focus is one of those leafs cut off, including
the base of the leaf which has the hole meant to go through the stem.
Stick that thing right into a suction cup. Easy as that. Mine fit
snugly. I stole the suction cup I’m using off the awful
leaf-hammock-with-a-wire I ordered online, but you can probably go to
the dollar store and get a whole pack of this exact size.
That extra leaf I cut off in the beginning? Shoved it right into the
suction cup with the other leaf. Now everything is nice and snug; those
leaves won’t be budging any time soon.
Since I had it on hand, I also secured it with a bit of aquarium
sealant, but it wasn’t necessary. The leaves were stuck in there pretty
good without it, I’m just predicting it will be easier to clean down the
line if I glue it.
And there you have it. Two gorgeous, well-sized, sturdy and safe betta leaf hammocks for your tank.
So, to review, here’s the materials list:
1. Small suction cup(s)
2. Clump(s) of leaves from a silk plant of your choice
4. Aquarium sealant (optional)
A/N: Heh, I know I am like four months late on MM requests. But, I take a lot of time to make sure these fics are good for you guys. This one for Jumin Han (My bae~). They wanted fluffy smut.
Jumin liked watching her sleep, he liked the way her
chest slowly rose and fell. He liked the way her hair became frizzy and flew
everywhere. But, what Jumin liked the most…. Was her pajamas. She was a fan of
shorts and a tank top, exposing the skin he would love to mark, if given the
chance. Jumin wanted everything in his life to be precise, perfect, and timed
well. It’s what made him a fantastic businessman. He didn’t want to rush what
he had with Y/N, he wanted her to be able to understand how much he cared for
her, that he was learning all he could to be the best boyfriend she could ever
Even if that meant forcing himself to be patient. When it
came to Y/N, everything flew out the window. His self-control for one thing, he
loathed how she made his body ache, his heart race, and his head muddled. One
word from her and he was ready to do anything for her. He wanted her. In every
sense of the word. He wanted her to be his. Only his. But, he was content to
wait. Like a lion teasing its prey. So, he waited, watching her sleep.
It’s days before he can fully set his plan in motion. He
is almost guilty, leaving her at home all the time. But, it only strengthens
his resolve, his need to be with her. Jumin waited all day, even going as far
as to ignore her texts. Trying to build up any sort of tension he could for
himself, some form of self-control. He knew that it made him seem like a dick.
He just didn’t care. Even Jaehee had something to say about the matter, but he
brushed her off. Jumin promptly ended his day at 5:00pm, surprising all his
colleagues and headed home. He swung the door to his penthouse open, his breath
catching as he saw her.
Y/N was sprawled out on the couch, a large novel in hand,
and Elizabeth the 3rd curled on her lap. She was engrossed in the
story, not even noticing him until Elizabeth the 3rd meowed,
signaling that Jumin had arrived home.
“Jumin, you’re home early.” She was surprised, her eyes
widening in delight. She gently shifted her weight, getting up from the couch
and walking over to him. She was so much shorter than him and it was endearing.
Y/N wrapped her arms around Jumin, his hand reaching out to stroke her hair.
“Did you see the clothes laid out for you in the
bedroom?” Jumin looked at her sweetly, Nel shook her head.
“I’ve been reading all day; I haven’t been in the
bedroom.” He kissed her forehead and chuckling. She was too cute.
“I am taking you out tonight, let’s go out to eat.” He
suggested, Y/N eyed him suspiciously. He never suggested leaving the penthouse.
Jumin preferred to do everything at home, if Y/N was with him he seemed to be
content. Either way, getting her out of the house for even a few hours would
allow the rest of his plan to be set in motion. “How about a picnic?”
“Okay?” She poised a question, confused. Though, she
would not be opposed to a night out with Jumin, she just assumed there were
ulterior motives. Jumin meant everything to her and she did love him. She
however, knew that he tended to be a little extravagant. Y/N was not someone who
liked to be spoiled, she always preferred to spend for others and expect
nothing in return. Being with Jumin challenged her comfort zone.
“Go get dressed, I’ll meet you out here in ten minutes.”
His voice was smooth like bittersweet chocolate. She nodded and retreated into
the bedroom, a beautiful dress was laid out over the bed, it was ivory in
color, with lace trim around the neck. She slipped it on and pulled her hair
into a ponytail, not sure whether he wanted her to be overly formal. The dress
seemed casual though, especially since he was suggesting a picnic. When she
remerged Jumin gave her a warm smile taking her hands in his.
“You look exquisite,” Jumin murmured, eyes searching
hers. Y/N blushed. They walked out of the penthouse, his hand never leaving
hers. His phone vibrated once, he used his other hand to check, making sure to
obscure the phone from Y/N’s view. His team had gone into the penthouse and
begun the preparations. They journeyed onward, enjoying each other’s company
until nightfall. To which he took her home.
“Jumin, you’re acting strangely.” Y/N stated looking up
at him in the car on the way home. He smiled at her and shook his head.
“I’m behaving quite normally Y/N,” He kissed her forehead
before pulling away. Y/N pursed her lips. Jumin was always overly affectionate
towards her, he was being distant… holding himself back and that concerned her.
When they returned to the penthouse Y/N was shocked at the amount of detail
that went into what was waiting. Roses strewn about the house, candles, and a
bowl of cherries. Which confused her slightly. Cherries were her favorite
fruit. Though, she had no idea the extent to what Jumin had in store for her.
Jumin gave her a coy smile, setting hi jacket down on the armchair beside her
and wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “Do you like it?”
“Jumin, it’s gorgeous.” She breathed leaning back into
his touch. “But, what’s the occasion?” Jumin picked up a cherry from the bowl
and bit the morsel, pulling the stem out and twirling it in his fingers before
discarding it. He grabbed another cherry and offered it to her. Y/N took the
cherry from him.
“I told you, everything would have had to be carefully
“What…” She trailed off confused, before she felt his
grip move to her waist. It clicked in her head then. The sudden realization
that they would both get to have each other. Be with each other. She shivered
in excitement. Jumin pushed her hair to the side nuzzling her neck and placing
a kiss on the skin there. Y/N turned to look at the taller male. A smirk graced
his lips, Y/N ran her fingers over his cheek. He leaned into her touch before
leaning down to kiss her lips softly. His hands were at her hips, lifting her
up as he walked to their bedroom.
kissed her still, trying his best to breathe through his nose and keep an eye
on where he was going. Y/N tasted of cherries and wine, his heart fluttered in
his chest and she pulled away; a gasp leaving her while her hands gripped his shoulders.
Jumin set her down gently on his bed, his hands undoing the knot on his tie.
The look on his face was predatory, though it held a softness to it as well. Y/N
swallowed thickly, watching as he kicked his loafers off and rolled the sleeves
of the navy-blue dress shirt up. Y/N had already taken her shoes off, unsure of
what to do. He seemed appeased just looking at her. She continued to watch as
Jumin removed his tie, the silky material glided off his collar and he tossed
it onto the floor.
“Do you like watching me?” He questioned, a smirk
befalling his features. Y/N nodded slowly and he chuckled at her wide-eyed
expression. She looked so pure, so innocent sitting there, lip caught between
her lip and cheeks tinged red. He reveled in the feeling, that surge of white
hot arousal that moved through his chest and down to his cock. “Will you take
off your clothes for me Y/N?” Jumin poised the question sweetly, even though it
was more of a command and she listened to him. Stripping down to her barest
form for him. Jumin nearly preened at the sight, removing his own clothes after
she did. He kneeled in front of her.
“Jumin…” Her voice was barely above a whisper and his eyes
met hers. A smile graced his face and he placed a hand on her cheek, pulling
her close to kiss her. Y/N grasped at his hair and yanked herself close to him,
tongue tracing over his lips. He slid her up the bed, lips detaching from hers
and moving along her neck and down her chest. She watched with hooded lids as
his lips ghosted down to her cunt. Y/N tipped her head back and let out a sharp
burst of air. Jumin laved at her clit, one hand sliding back up her torso to
twist at a hardened nipple. Y/N cried out hand muffling the sound and Jumin
worked that much harder to get her to come on his tongue. He drove a finger
into her slowly, working her up until she arched her back with a hoarse cry.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Jumin rose from his position,
hand pumping his cock twice before he reached into the bedside drawer for a
condom. Y/N grabbed his hand replacing it with her own and causing him to
pause. Jumin groaned, head falling forward and Y/N pumped his cock fervently,
spreading pre-come all around the head of his cock before pulling away. Jumin
let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in and fumbled with the
condom. Y/N laid back against the satin white sheets of their shared bed and he
nearly came from the sight alone. Jumin crawled between her spread legs,
sliding his cock up her slit, teasing her before sliding inside her.
“Jumin, move… please.” She whimpered, eyes fluttering
close. Only then did he move, rocking slowly inside her and whispering how much
he loved her into her ear. She met his slow thrusts, hands gripping his back as
she begged for him to move faster. He wasn’t going to last. Jumin acquiesced
her request, the room filled with a cacophony of sounds. Jumin’s hips roughly
slapped against her, his left hand held her hip, while his right hand moved to
toy with her clit. She tightened around him, making him cry out loudly. He didn’t
try and hide his moans, hide his pleasure as he spilled into the condom. Jumin
rolled his hips into her still, riding out his orgasm as he determinedly moved
his fingers against her clit. Y/N came with a silent scream, whole body
tensing. Jumin pulled out of her and disposed of the used condom. He brought a
warm washcloth back into the room and ran it over her skin, cleaning her up and
kissing her temple.
“I love you, I made it perfect for you.” Jumin murmured into
her skin as he curled up next to her. Their breathing soothing each other to
Although these parts could be read independently, I don’t really advise you to do that as I mention bits of information and what led up to events that I mention in the newest part. Also this is a tad long. Happy reading! x
Red is loving and intimate. It’s
the color of everything and the opposite; the color you seem to surround
yourself with when you’re in love and it’s also the color you see when you’re
full of anger.
Red was the color of your
Converse; vibrant and eye-catching. Your red Converse clad feet moved from isle
to isle with Harry hot on your heels, pushing the grocery cart behind you as
you skimmed through his grocery list.
“Skimmed milk,” You said, eyes
looking at the variety of milk cartons before releasing an “aha!”.
“Found it, love?” Harry
questioned, looking at you.
Still not quite used to the pet
name falling from the guy you liked’s lips, you blushed.
You nodded, putting 2 milk
cartons in the cart. “There you go.”
“This is quite the setting for a
second date, huh?” Harry chuckled, tucking a locket of hair which had fallen
from his bun behind his ear.
“My idea of a perfect date,
Styles.” You chuckled, folding the list paper before putting it in your back
pocket. “Actually, scratch that. I like me a man who spills his spaghetti on
me.” You joked, wiggling your eyebrows at Harry.
Note: AHHH you see what i did there ;))… no? ok ill stop
You and Namjoon had been going through a fruit binge lately
and your favorite has been cherries. You had decided to show Namjoon your
hidden talent, which was you were able to tie a knot with a cherry stem using
only your mouth. “Joonie look what I can do.” He was watching you with confused
eyes as you were contorting your mouth in odd shapes. When you were done you
pulled the stem out it had two knots in it. With wide eyes Namjoon took the
stem out of your hands.
“1 I’m not surprised that you could do that but 2 I’m
shocked you could do a double knot. So how about you demonstrate that on me
Jin was decorating a cake he had bought that he said wasn’t ‘to
his standards’ so he decided to add cherries and sprinkles. You had snatched a
cherry from him. “Jin I’ve never shown you I can do this.” A few seconds later
you pull out the stem with a knot tied in it.
“Ah Y/N that’s so naughty”
He giggled as he gave you a quick kiss and continued adding cherries to the
You had walked into yours and J-Hope’s shared apartment when
you could hear him getting frustrated. You had went down the hallway to see
J-Hope trying to spit cherry pits across the kitchen into the trashcan but
failed every time. You had grabbed a cherry only putting the stem into your
mouth. “Y/N the actual cherry is the part you eat”. You
rolled your eyes at him showing him the knotted stem between your teeth and
spit the stem perfectly into the trashcan as you waltzed out of the kitchen.
“Why must you be so perfect and such a showoff”. J-Hope had
Yoongi had brought home ice-cream sundaes after practice. You
had taken yours and quickly stuck the whole cherry in your mouth, stem and all.
After Yoongi had looked at you confused and a few seconds had passed by you
took out the stem with a knot and set it on the table with a cocky attitude.
“The planets have aligned, my mind is blown, but now your
head game makes so much sense”.
You and Taehyung had been super competitive since day one of
meeting. Today he came home with cherries and wanted to have a competition of
who could tie a knot in the most cherry stems in five minutes. When he pressed
start on the timer he gave you a wink as he put the first stem in his mouth. By
time he finished his first knot you were already on your fourth stem. When the
timer went off you had eleven and Taehyung had six.
“How about loser gets head”? He threw you over his shoulder
to carry you to the bedroom before you could even answer.
“Hey Jiminie look what I just figured out I could do”. You popped
a cherry stem in your mouth and within a minute you pulled out the stem with a
knot in it. Jimin smirked at you while putting a stem in his mouth and within a
shorter time than you, Jimin pulled out a stem with two knots.
“I can teach you personally if you’d like babygirl”.
You had told Jungkook you could tie a knot in a cherry stem
awhile back but never showed him, until tonight. You thought he forgot about it,
but that was a whole different story since he came home and plopped a whole bag
of cherries on the counter in front of you. You happily took one since you
loved fresh cherries and easily tied a knot showing Jungkook.
Let me start by saying, it’s not what it sounds like. :P
Didn’t mean to turn this into an actual one-shot, but it just got away from me. @msmanga14 sent her request in a message, so I couldn’t post an ask, but here’s the request: How about 22 & 27? If that’s okay? 22 (tie a cherry stem with your tongue) 27 (go commando) with NaLu!
Hope you like this! Sorry it doesn’t focus a lot on the commando part, mainly the cherry stem thing. I got so carried away I almost forgot to even add that part.
Summary: Fairy Tail was known for its teamwork. So, why was Lucy surprised when Natsu asked if she wanted to work together to tie a cherry stem with their tongues? I don’t own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.
The dragon slayer tapped at his chin as if he was thinking, but judging by the glint in his eye, Lucy knew he wasn’t going to pick truth.
Lucy looked around her apartment, wondering what she could make him do. Her eyes landed on her fridge, remembering there was something she always wanted to try. ‘Maybe I should have him try first? See how hard it is…’
Getting up, Lucy made her way over to her fridge to remove a jar of cherries. She brought it over, smiling as she set it on the ground. “I want you to tie a cherry stem with your tongue.”
Natsu snorted, clearly underestimating the challenge. “Piece of cake!” He opened the jar, taking out a single cherry. Lucy watched as he popped it into his mouth, pulling out the stem as he chewed on the small fruit. After he swallowed, he put the stem back in her mouth.
Lucy didn’t bother holding back her giggles as Natsu grew more and more frustrated with the stem, his lips twisting as he moved it in his mouth, trying to maneuver it with his tongue.
She fell backwards in a fit of laughter when she saw fire coming from his mouth, the stem disintegrating in the flame. Natsu let out a roar as he picked out another cherry, trying again.
By the time Natsu went through five more cherries, Lucy was crying from laughing, her stomach cramping in the process. She couldn’t help it. Natsu looked too cute trying to tie that knot.
“H-here,” she giggled, taking a cherry for herself. “I’ll try.”
“It’s impossible,” Natsu muttered, tempted to knock the whole jar over in his aggravation. The only thing stopping him was the knowledge that Lucy would kick him if he messed up her floor… again.
Natsu turned his glare to Lucy, watching as her mouth moved, her lips pressed tightly together. His cold stare slowly faded, replaced with a lazy grin as he watched her struggle. Somehow, knowing Lucy couldn’t get it either made him feel a little better, even if that thought made him feel guilty at the same time. What could he say? Sometimes he could be a sore loser.
“You’re right, this is impossible.”
She pulled the stem from her mouth, seeing the bends along the red line. She was about to get up and throw the stem away when she froze, unsure if she heard Natsu correctly. “What did you just say?” she asked, shooting him an incredulous look.
Natsu raised a brow, as if he was wondering why she was looking at him like that. “I said, maybe we should try to work together to tie it. Isn’t teamwork our best strength?”
Shadow work requires love and patience as it can be extremely stressful if you’re not prepared to face dark truths. Before starting, ground yourself and have a loving and accepting attitude towards yourself even when you see something you don’t like. This spread is to help you find strengths in the darkness.
If you will be interrupted, are feeling imbalanced, have low energy, are busy, and/or cannot handle intense emotions/memories at the moment then save this for another time.
I suggest doing this only once a week or even bimonthly at the most to really reflect.
1. What is it about my _____ that I need to work on?
Pull 1 card.
If you lack direction or are overwhelmed then pull two cards. The first card is the topic, the second card is what you need to work on regarding the topic.
Example topics: ego, greed, spirit, love life, social life, attitude, childhood, trauma, fears, addiction, guilt, scars, destructive nature, happiness, appearance, point of view, self esteem, leadership skills, possessiveness, communication, past, health, search for answers, awkwardness, illness, shadow relationship. *This spread is not a replacement for professional mental health.
2. Where does the problem stem from?
Pull 1 to 3 cards. If one card doesn’t explain enough pull more cards.
3. How do I overcome this?
Pull 1 to 3 cards, same as above.
4. What is the lesson I need to take from this?
Pull 1 card to concentrate on the focal point of the lesson.
5-7. What is an unknown factor about this topic that I’ve yet to realize?
Pull 3 cards. Since this is “unknown”, you’ll have to get a bigger picture. This may trigger memories or uncomfortable realizations depending on the topic.
8. What should I do about it?
Pull 1 to 3 cards, same as question 2.
9. What affirmation can I say to get through this?
Pull 1 card.
Think of something short and simple to remember even if they’re just a few key words. If nothing comes to mind immediately, give yourself the space to contemplate as you soak in all this new information.
Make bullet points to focus on and what you need to remember and do.
Maybe have a journal/tag to track your thoughts and revelations.
Find a friend you can talk to if you need someone.
in which tattooartist!yoongi meets floral!reader because he needs to practice drawing flowers for his job
a/n // so this was only supposed to be like 3k words??? but i got carried away. anyways i hope you guys enjoy and the beginning starts out a little slow but i wanted to provide a little background (also theres a prompt for this somewhere on tumblr but i cant find it anymore)
Everything was familiar to you. After spending your entire
life stuck in the same city you born in, everything became routine. From
where you shopped to the people who passed you on the street, nothing in your
life changed. You smiled and greeted the same neighbours you had since
you were little when they passed you on your way home from work. You
chatted your way through the same cashiers that were now much older who could
remember you from when you couldn’t see above the cash register. The same
people always made your coffee, the same people always delivered the mail, and
the same people always walked their dogs next to you while you rushed to get to
You had grown accustomed to the familiarity. How could you
not? It was comforting and allowed you to find peace in your life.
Nothing necessarily interesting popped out and surprised you at less than
desirable moments. Which is what you found happened when you were forced
into family vacations to other cities, and sometimes even other countries.
The entire time you would spend moping around, uncomfortable and uneasy
even when you were supposed to be having a fun time.
Summary: it’s been 45 days since he kissed her for the first time.
Notes: I literally just busted this out as a one-shot. The tense bothers me and clearly there isn’t a beta. It’s crap. But I hope you enjoy!! Happy Valentine’s Day!
It’s been 45 days since he kissed her in that emergency room with Dick Clark’s voice echoing quietly in the back of his mind….
The television had aired men brave enough to kiss their best girls on live television so surely kissing his best friend should be easier than he was making it. But even still, as the confetti fell in showers down upon the locked lipped lovebirds on the screen, the moment was upon him, and the room closed in around him.
Before he could second guess himself, he’d leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss far more chaste than he had ever envisioned. But she was soft and warm, and his belly had burned in that delicious sensation he had all but forgotten about.
It’s been 45 days since he kissed her for the first time, and 45 days since he kissed her for the *second* time too, when he’d pressed her gently against his door frame as his keys dangled from her fingertips, and his arm had been bound in a sling.
Could he still count that one in his column if she was the one who’d instigated it, and did it really matter when it had finished with his one good hand gripping the flesh of her ass, and her soft moans filling his mouth?
It’s been 45 days since he’d kissed her for the first time, and 44 since he wiped the nervous sweat from his forehead (blaming it on the faulty heat - those damn government pipes) and asked her on a date. A proper date. With table cloths and linen napkins, and if he was lucky maybe he’d get another kiss at the end of the night.
He had been a lucky man that night…
When he cupped her face to kiss her adieu at her door, wanting to taste the sweet wine on her lips he was certain would linger there, their tongues met, and her body had seemingly melted into his. Just as he was about to ask if he could come inside, Mrs. Goodville from next door had interrupted their moment with a stern reminder: “the Holy Ghost goes to bed at midnight, Dana.”
She’d pulled away with a soft snort, and a deep blush, nervously avoiding the eyes of her busybody old neighbor as she brushed non-existent lint from his chest. When the 86 year old woman chose to remain standing in her doorway instead of leaving the two of them to resume their public display of affection, Scully had looked up at him with eyes both apologetic and disappointed, and with a long sigh, he kissed her hand and bid her goodnight.
It was only on the way home that night, that he realized his raging case of blue balls had actually been a blessing in disguise. He could court her. Woo her. He’d waited seven years, and after all of this time they were finally moving in a direction faster than continental drift. That was something. With a toss of his keys in the air, and extra skip in his step, Fox Mulder had fallen asleep that early January night with the image of her blushing cheeks in his mind, and the scent of her perfume clinging to his shirt.
It’s been 45 days since he kissed her for the first time….
…and January turned out to be busier than he had expected. Paperwork and consults had filled the normally quiet month with days spent completely apart from her. She’d gone off to consult on a triple homicide in Oahu of all places, leaving him behind in snowy, chilly Washington, and he’d caught himself lifting his head to tell her something at multiple points in the day, only to be reminded of her absence.
He’d called her one night while she was gone…and for the first time in seven years, he didn’t want to talk about work. He’d wanted to talk about her. For three hours they spoke about nothing and everything all rolled up in the little details the make her *her*.
About her favorite holiday: Christmas, obviously. Favorite dessert: mint chip ice cream. Favorite flower: yellow roses, like Nicky Arnstein gave Fannie Brice. Favorite childhood memory: vacation in the family station wagon up the coast of California. Vanilla or chocolate? Chocolate. Obviously. Silly question, Mulder. Sunrise or sunset? Depends who with. Interesting…
He’d be lying if he said his stomach hadn’t fluttered with that last one.
Softly, he’d told her that he’d like to see both with her one day. Of course he’d already seen both with her in various capacities, but this was different now…so very different.
It’s been 45 days since he kissed her for the first time, and 6 days since he’d greeted her at the airport with a dozen yellow roses, and a sheepish grin. He held her hand in the car on the way to her apartment that night, and had spent the evening curled up on the couch with a single pint of ice cream and dueling spoons, “Funny Girl” in the VCR, and maybe the promise of a sunrise together…
She’d made it to 12:24 before her eyes dropped, and she’d curled softly into his side. He told himself he’d only watch her for two minutes. Two minutes of watching her breathe deeply. Two minutes of watching her face relax as her eyelids twitched in sleep. Two minutes. Just two minutes.
At 1:17 he’d laid her carefully in her bed, pulling the covers over her exhausted body with a lingering kiss on her forehead, and the swelling words about people needing people whispering in the back of his mind.
42 days after he’d kissed her the first time, he got to kiss her again. Was it the fifth, sixth, or one-hundredth time, he couldn’t recall. With an empty bottle of wine between them, and case files strewn to the side he’d pressed her into her carpet and tasted the skin of her neck for the first time; felt the swell of her breast burn into his palm for the first time.
So many firsts still left to be discovered.
It’s been 45 days since he kissed her for the first time, and he finds himself standing in front of the display at the drug store, red and pink swarming his vision in muddled hues of brown to his color-blind eyes. The styrofoam cups balance precariously in his hand as he steps around the fray of frantic men picking over the remnants of the remaining cards, pulling the dying petals from the runt pickings that still remain in the black plastic pails.
With a knowing smile he pays the clerk for their coffee, pulling a red stemmed rose from the impulse-section at the register, and shuffles back to the running car where she greets him with a reproachful shake of her head. Girls are supposed to like red roses on Valentine’s Day, Scully.
“Mulder, Valentine’s Day is a contrived holiday by the greeting card and chocolate companies, meant to reduce the idea of romantic love to one special day full of Mylar balloons, chalky candy hearts and cheesy messages on cards,” she tells him with a lift of her brow.
He shoots her a smile as he keeps his eyes focused on the red light in front of him. “Can’t a guy buy his girlfriend a flower no matter the day?”
The light turns green. And her cheeks turn pink.
He catches her smelling the rose four times on the six minute drive back to the FBI building 45 days after he kissed her for the first time…
Summary: Jim x Reader x Leonard: It all started when the crew of the Enterprise took some much needed shore leave on Yorktown. On the first night, you decide to go out with Scotty, Jim and Bones to the local bar. It’s when Scotty calls it quits for the night that things took a turn for the..best? If “best” meant being in between the most handsome men on the U.S.S Enterprise. Nothing like a good ole romp in the sack with the Captain & Doctor, at least for one night. One night, right? Or will this be the best shore leave you ever had?
Warning for this part: a little breath play.
Part 1 - Midnight WhiskeyPart 2- Surprise Part 3- Beautiful Part 4- Screwed Part 5- Blind Sided Part 6- Coming
Can you write how bughead work out they like each other when in a AU Jason never died and he and Polly managed to run off together.
Awesome, Erika’s series of events😂
Wrapping her lips around the strawberry milkshake in front her Betty had to bite back her moan, sure her internship had been phenomenal and the memories she gained were out of this world, but she had missed Pop Tate’s more than anything , including the redheaded boy in front of her apparently.
All summer long she had dreams and plans to confess her love to Archie, to finally let him know how she felt, but sitting here across from him in the familiar old booth, she came to the harsh realization that maybe the feelings she had thought she felt were merely.. platonic. The friendship She and Archie shared was so important to her but as she sat by him and listened to him go on about his music, completely disregarding any stories she may have wanted to tell, she realized that maybe the boy next door love story was nothing but… well a story.
Looking up at Archie as he flung his hands around, she couldn’t help but smile, yes he was a little selfish and slightly scattered but that was all part of his charm, he was an amazing best friend and for the first time since she was six years old she realized that they could never be together, they would always be friends but that was all it would ever be.
Glancing behind him, she nearly choked when she caught the intense stormy blue eyes staring holes into her lips, his own tongue darting out to wet his parted lips. Jughead Jones was openly watching Betty Cooper suck on a straw,
Well hello, tall , dark and handsome.
When Jughead realized he had been caught his eyes snapped up to her own grassy green ones, his hands stopped typing immediately, before he had a chance to look away Betty figured she might as well give her childhood best friend a show.
sticking her finger into the whipped cream before her, she popped the digit into her mouth, her tongue coming out to lick up all the sugary foam, Jugheads eyes went wide and he seemed to be watching her cautiously. Upping the anti, Betty plucked the cherry from atop her shake and dropped it into her mouth, pulling the stem off before placing it back in her mouth and tying it into a ribbon, one of the many things she had learned from her bartender roommate over the summer. Betty had matured this summer, she was confident in her sexuality and she had always known how attractive Jughead was, the fact that no one else at school seemed to notice always blew her mind. Looking now into his intense, lust filled stare she realized that maybe she was glad no one had figured it out, more of the broody, articulate writer for her.
“Ya know what I mean Bets?” Archie asked from across the table, tearing her eyes away from the intense staring competition they were having.
Betty nodded politely
“Of course Arch, hey I’m gonna go say hi to Jughead, I saw the way you looked at the new girl in the cape, why don’t you go on over and tell her I’d be happy to give her a tour. Break the ice, before every guy in school is on her tail.”
Ever the perfect wing woman, Betty pat his shoulder and made her way to Jugheads booth, surprising them both when she slid in gracefully and sat across from him.
“Hi juggie, how was your summer.” She asked innocently, her foot finding his leg under the table as she ran it up his calf sensually.
With wide eyes, he glanced at Archie and then back to Betty, betty shook her head slowly
“That’s definitely over” she whispered, reading his mind
With a satisfied smirk, Jughead slid his vanilla milkshake across the table
“Welcome home bets.”
Requested by anonymous: “Can I get an Ethan imagine from the new video where he’s too scared to get his tongue pierced so you agree to get it done with him? Grayson films it and you basically act like it’s nothing at all and it freaks Ethan out, like him watching you get it done before him scares him”
“Loser has to get their tongue pierced!” The twins cheered as they were explaining their video. You were at their warehouse, helping them film, and you couldn’t believe that they were actually filming this.
“That’s one for me.” Grayson said as he pulled a cherry stem out of his mouth, successfully tying it in a knot. “If I win the next round that means I don’t have get my tongue pierced.”
“I really don’t wanna lose, oh my gosh.” Ethan sighed.
Their next challenge was licking and sealing envelopes, which Ethan also lost.
“Oh my god,” you whispered, “this is unreal.”
“YES! I am not getting my tongue pierced.” Grayson cheered.
“Ugh.” Ethan sighed. You turned off the cameras in the warehouse and headed off to the tattoo shop to get Ethan’s new piercing.
“I can’t believe you have to do this.” You said to Ethan as you waited in the lobby to be called up.
“I’m so nervous. I’m so shaky, my heart is literally about to about to beat out of my chest.” Ethan said. Just then, the piercer came out and said he was ready.
“Alright, are you ready?” The guy asked Ethan.
“No. Not at all. Just, give me a minute.” Ethan sighed. You were standing next to him and he intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand tight, resting his head on your stomach.
“Ethan, everything’s gonna be fine.” You said, running your fingers through his hair.
“Do it with me.” He blurted out.
“Get your tongue pierced.”
“How the hell did I get dragged into this?” You asked.
“Oh man, this is gonna be great.” Grayson said from behind the camera.
“Please? It’ll give me some time to calm down. And if you can do it, then so can I.” Ethan pleaded.
“Ugh, fine.” You said. You filled out the necessary paperwork and took Ethan’s place in the chair.
The piecer cleaned your mouth and dotted the spot on your tongue where the piercing would go.
“Alright, take a deep breath in, and on the count of three, let it out. 1, 2, 3.” He said. As you we’re exhaling, he pushed the needle through your tongue and stuck the piercing in. You looked over at the twins, Ethan standing behind Grayson, covering his eyes, but peeking through the spaces between his fingers, Grayson just laughing as he was filming.
“Ethan, stop being a baby.” Grayson laughed as he pointed the camera towards him.
“I’m sorry, I can’t watch my girlfriend get hurt.” He said, completely covering his eyes.
“You literally made me do this.” You said, barely intelligible, since you had your tongue hanging out of your mouth.
“Alright, just let me screw on the top ball, and you’re good to go.” The piercer said as he finished up. “What do you think?” He asked, handing you a mirror.
“I think it looks good. E, that wasn’t that bad. Just think of it like getting your cartilage done again.” You said to Ethan as he walked over to you.
“Uh, that’s not something I wanna go through again.” He said as he sat down in the chair, taking your hand in his.
The piercer went through the same process of cleaning Ethan’s mouth, telling him to breathe in and out as the needle went through.
“Ethan, you’re breaking my hand.” You whined as his grip on your hand tightened as the needle went through his tongue. He let go and you massaged it a bit.
“Alright, you’re all done.” The pierced said, taking his gloves off.
“Oh thank god.” He said as he stood up from the chair. He walked over to the larger mirror and stuck his tongue out, admiring his new piercing.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“No. But I think you going before me did help calm me down, a lot. So thank you.” He said, kissing your forehead.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re welcome.” You laughed. After you paid, you stood outside and filmed the outro for the video.
“Ethan actually just got his tongue pierced for a video.” Grayson laughed.
“That was the craziest shit you’ve ever made me do, bro.” Ethan said.
“Guys, thumbs up for Ethan’s tongue,”
“And give it a thumbs up for (Y/N), for being less of a baby than me and getting her tongue pierced with me. She’s the best and I love her.” Ethan said. You made a kissy face at Ethan and smiled.
“Yeah, she is pretty cool.” Grayson laughed. They finished up their outro and you turned off the camera.
“I still can’t believe this is real and actually happened.” Ethan said, taking his phone out of his pocket and sticking his tongue out in the reflection.
“If it makes you feel any better, I think you look hot with it.” You smirked, leaning up to kiss him.
“That makes me feel a ton better.” He laughed, kissing you again.
Summary: Birthday Drabble, Saeran-centric. Damaged cutie looks back on his lowkey birthday. In my Ideal World, post Secret Endings, established relationship.
Pairing: Saeran X MC
Genre: Slice of life/Fluff
Approx. 1500 words
Protip: I am sleep-deprived and did not edit this.
Saeran did it.
He had managed to dodge
his brother for almost the entire day.
It was almost midnight
when Saeran decided it was safe to return home. Sneaking around back
and deactivating various alarms before he tripped them off, the
former cult member cautiously approached the back wall where the
window to his bedroom was. It was another couple stories up, but
Saeran was no stranger to climbing walls without equipment. The
doorway and lower windows, not to mention a couple handholds he had
strategically carved between bricks for prior shenanigans, worked as
well for him as any ladder might.
As he moved a garbage
bin as silently as he could to use as an extra boost up, he thought
back on the day.
It’s late and the diner is one of those little twenty-four seven places with stressed out waitresses and road weary truck drivers.
The sign in the front says to seat yourself and they’re glad for it. Dean picked one of the back booths in the back. He smirked to himself when he saw that there was a young couple sitting right in front of them. The kind of couple that looked rigid and uptight, the kind of couple that don’t look like they visit this kind of place often. The kind of couple that were very set in their ways.
It was the perfect booth for the both of them.
The guy, some dude who’s probably going to go bald before forty eyed Dean as he looked him up and down and then turned his gaze towards Sam, the frown on his face deepening. He leaned over towards the girl and whispered something in her ear that caused her to frown too.
Dean slid into the booth first, settling himself against the wall and angling his body to where Sam could slid up right next to him. Sam shot him a quick look, glancing over at the couple with a question on his face but Dean only smiled and suddenly Sam seems to understand everything perfectly. Sam returned the smile.
Dean rested his arm along the back of the armrest as Sam climbed into the booth and along the seat until he settled himself right on top of Dean’s lap.
Dean let out a surprised sound, not expecting Sam to take it that far but frankly he’s not complaining. They’re facing the couple and suddenly the couple seemed all too interested in their meal that they previously seemed disinterested in, eating without saying a word.
Their server, a young woman who looked like she was still barely in college and stressed showed up a few moments later and handed them the menus. She looked at them for a second and started to say something about how patrons weren’t allowed to sit in the laps of other patrons unless they were children when she locked her jaw shut at the look that Dean sent her way. Instead she smiled, pulling out the little rectangle notepad, pen ready.
“So… what can I get y’all?” She asked, her voice dripping with a heavy southern accent.
“I’ll take a chocolate milkshake.” Sam said, handing the girl back the menu. “With whipped cream and a cherry please.” He added with his best innocent smile that he could muster.
She nodded, scribbling it down before turning to look at Dean. “Do you want one too, sir?”
Dean looked over the menu like he was actually considering getting something before he handed the menu back to her and shook his head. “Naw, we’ll take just the one.”
The girl looked between the two of them, her eyes wide before she cleared her throat, said that it would be out in a moment and then proceeded to turn on her heel back towards the kitchen. When Dean straightened his gaze back to in front of him he couldn’t keep from smiling when he saw that the couple was looking at them again.
They flushed bright red when they realized that they were being really fucking obvious at their staring and quickly turned back to their nearly finished meal. Sam is the one who actually laughs, a bubble of giddy laughter exploding through his chest.
He laced his arm around the back of Dean’s neck and rested his forehead against his, their noses barely touching. Dean had his hand resting just below Sam’s knee which he slowly started to move up, thumb rubbing small circles into his thigh.
“What’d you think they do if you fucked me on top of this table?” Sam purred against Dean’s neck and Dean nearly choked because fuck kid, you can’t just fucking say that without warning a man first .
Dean swallowed around the lump that suddenly formed in his throat and pushed away the thought of how Sam would look spread out along the table.
“Probably watch until we finished. They’ve never seen anything as hot as my baby with a dick in him.” Dean replied back, turning the dirty talk up to nearly a hundred. If Sam wanted to play this game, then they would play. “Couldn’t keep their hands off themselves.” He whispered as he leaned closer towards Sam, nearly pushing Sam back against the edge of the table, bending him in half. “When they hear the noises you make…” Sam closed his eyes as Dean continued. “Whimpering and moaning my name…” Dean’s lips hovered just above Sam’s. “They’d sit there and watch.” Dean laughed suddenly and Sam smiled up at him. “Then they’d call the cops.”
Their server returned with their milkshake topped with two straws and one cherry. Sam brought one of the straws to his lips.
“Mmm.” he hummed around the red plastic. “It’s really good, try some.” The woman looked over as Sam held the straw out for Dean. Dean didn’t break eye contact with Sam as he took a sip.
“Delicious.” Dean agreed, looking at Sam and licked his lips.
Sam set the glass down and glanced at the woman who was now making no point to hide her distaste. He picked the cherry off the top of the whipped cream and popped the entire thing into his mouth.
She turned toward the man and said something under her breath as she kicked his leg. He said something back and then turned to look at them.
Sam stared back at them as he laid his hand on Dean’s cheek, pulling him toward his lips. He kissed Dean hard, dipping his tongue into his mouth as Dean kissed back. They made a point to be as obnoxious about it as they could, moaning loudly, breathing heavy. Dean pushed his hands up through Sam’s hair and held tight. Sam bit onto Dean’s bottom lip and pulled as he leaned back, breaking the kiss; keeping his eyes on the couple the whole time.
Dean reached up and pulled the cherry stem from his mouth and grinned at the couple.
The woman made a disgusted noise as she abruptly stood up, throwing her napkin on the table. The man shoved his empty plate away from him and followed her to the register.
“Got the whole section to ourselves now,” Dean said with a smirk and took another sip.
The winding green fields spread out further than eyes could see. The days were dedicated exclusively to riding, stopping only to tend to the horses and sleep in the shelter of a quiet meadow, here and there. Claire’s skills as a healer became known, and gradually, the men started to trust her with their mishaps. A sprung wrist, some blisters in the thighs because of the long hours on the saddle, bug bites… Claire tried to help every single one of them and stick to her alibi, but she still felt Dougal’s eyes fixated on the back of her head whenever she was working on a wound or a chafing.
oh! many thanks are proffered! conceivably, perhaps a royalty anecdote, if you so desire, to dispense it to one, by way of illustration, myself and others?
The way you talk is making my day please keep talking to me.
But also let’s write a royalty AU!
As a prince, Jack had plenty of people to chose from to romance.
Almost any of the nobles’ daughters, even a few of their sons, wouldn’t hesitate to respond is Jack said anything remotely romantic to them. Any number of the maids, the kitchen staff, the women who worked in the courtyard, would swoon if Jack smiled at them, wave daintily from a window if he glanced up at them, make a point of fixing everything exactly how he liked it, anything for attention from the prince.
That was the problem, though, wasn’t it? Attention from the prince not attention from Jack. They wanted his attention not for who he was, but for what he was.
Which was why Jack, taking a lead out of one of his old books of fairy tales, had gotten his hand on some old clothes (by giving new one to the stable boy who had owned them) and found a way out (by agreeing to keep the cook’s secret stash of royal leftovers secret) to the real world.
Beyond his tiny bubble of royal life, the world was entirely different. People laughed and smiled genuinely, not just to further an agenda. When Jack talked, people ignored him and went on with their days, rather than looking at him intently with glazed over eyes, smiling and nodding to anything he said.
When he was out in the city in old clothes, when he had dirt on his face and his hair wasn’t contained in his little gold circlet, people treated him just like any other kid on the streets.
‘Carpe diem’ doesn’t mean seize the day–it means something gentler and more sensible. 'Carpe diem’ means pluck the day. Carpe, pluck. Seize the day would be “cape diem,” if my school Latin serves. No R. Very different piece of advice. What Horace had in mind was that you should gently pull on the day’s stem, as if it were, say, a wildflower or an olive, holding it with all the practiced care of your thumb and the side of your finger, which knows how to not crush easily crushed things–so that the day’s stalk or stem undergoes increasing tension and draws to a thinness, and a tightness, and then snaps softly away at its weakest point, perhaps leaking a little milky sap, and the flower, or the fruit, is released in your hand. Pluck the cranberry or blueberry of the day tenderly free without damaging it, is what Horace meant–pick the day, harvest the day, reap the day, mow the day, forage the day. Don’t freaking grab the day in your fist like a burger at a fairground and take a big chomping bite out of it. That’s not the kind of man that Horace was.
A content sigh left your soft lips as you basked in the gentle warmth of the sun. Though a bit on the cool side this late in the day, the temperature at that time was just enough to prompt you more than once to lie back and doze off in the serene atmosphere. You would have, too, but you knew better than to trust yourself to wake up on time. It was late as it was, but a break like this was something scarcely experienced, so you were going to take your time and relax amongst the sweet aroma of spring flowers.
You delicately plucked a flower from the ground, examining its beauty before twisting the stem. The crown in your hands was coming along quite nicely, you mused, gently rubbing your thumb over the soft, white petals. You hummed a quiet tune to yourself as you worked, attention fixed solely on tying the flowers together appropriately.
You blinked, a soft hum dying in your throat with a curious lilt at the end. Your head tilted up slightly and your eyebrows furrowed as you gazed at the boy. “Hm?”
“Shh,” Jason hissed without sparing you a glance. A frown graced his young face as he stared at his lap, at the lavender flowers clumped together in his hands. He sighed heavily through his nose as he tried to keep the bundle intact. “I’m trying to concentrate.”
You stopped yourself from throwing back a retort, straightening your back as you watched him. His attention seemed to be solely trained on the flowers in his hands as he tried and tried to tie them together. He seemed almost calm, though he grew more frustrated as the minutes passed and his results failed to live up to his expectations. It was quite a contrast to the energetic and eccentric boy you knew, though you didn’t mind. This was a welcomed change of pace.
You couldn’t hide your small smirk when he huffed in frustration, the stems untying themselves and falling apart. “Need some help?”
“Shut up,” he breathed, glaring at his hands. He took a deep breath and once again attempted to construct the crown. His fingers moved swiftly, though there was a slight, frustrated tremble in his hand. Jason pulled at the stems, holding his breath, only for the end to snap off and loosen. He growled and knocked the flowers off of his lap, leaning back with his hands as support. “This is stupid!”
You scoffed, setting your nearly finished crown aside in favour of his discarded one. “It is not,” you state simply, looking at him momentarily, at his loosely clenched fist and his blue eyes staring at the tall grass beside him. You examined the unfinished decoration, toying with the knots and picking another flower. It only took a few minutes for you to properly readjust and finish the crown, a smile tugging at your lips as you handed it to him. “See? That wasn’t so difficult.”
He pursed his lips before taking it from you, looking over the purple and blue flowers. You picked up your own crown and scooted over to his side, smile brightening as you placed your white crown securely on top of his head. The fit wasn’t perfect, but it was cute nonetheless, multiplied so by the pout on his lips.
“Let me try yours,” you beam, gesturing at his hands. Jason sighs, reaching up and placing the crown on top of your [h/c] hair. He retracted his hand with a half-hearted pat on the top of your head, a dusting of red on his face as he took in your appearance.
He looked you in the eyes and shrugged, sitting up higher as he felt the petals of the white crown beneath his fingertips and positioned his hair a bit differently. His eyes flicked between you and the crown on your head before he pushed himself to his feet. “Now that you’ve got that out of your system, I’m going home.”
“Oh, come on, Jay! We have a few minutes, stay with me.” You reached up and grabbed his hand, tugging lightly and patting the grass next to you. When he didn’t move, you tugged harder and kicked out your leg, throwing him off balance and onto his backside. You laughed freely at the glare he sent you, moving closer to him and locking your fingers together.
“What was that for?”
“Gotham can wait, Robin.” You looked up at him and smiled, leaning into his side. You pointed ahead, at the vast expanse of flowers and growing grass bathed in the light of the sun as it descended through the sky, at the clear atmosphere and the soft humming of insects. “Let’s make memories.”