mitchgrassi look at my f*cking arm candy @scotthoying !! tonight was soy special, thank you @buzzfeed for hosting #queerprom. what a fun way to celebrate queerness & individuality! hope all you kids that attended had fun, too 💗👑
scotthoying Brought my princess to @buzzfeed’s Queer Prom! What a beautiful night! 😭❤
shy smiles whenever you look at him, there is nothing more precious than his shy smile.
he flexes his muscles at you, but you call him cute… he melts into a wonho shaped puddle on the floor.
the amount of bunny teddies that are around his room makes you wonder if he loves them more than you
you never ask for a jumper, he gives you them.
“I always make sure that I buy more than I need when it comes to jumpers, because I know you would steal them”
“but then they wont smell like you”
“Oh, I sleep in them when I buy them and then hide them for you to think that you found them”
He toys with your fingers when your sat together. Your legs over his lap with your body turned towards his. he’ll lace his fingers in yours and just play with them.
hes cringey cute.
“Baby? Have I told you how beautiful you are to me?”
“yeah, at least four or fi-”
“Six, six times”
he likes to work out, when he’s at home with you. But… Depends if you do or not, you’ll help him. either clinging to his back like a koala while he does push ups.
you take secret candid photos of him when he’s laughing. His laugh, a the way he laughs is like watching butterflies fly.
You save every single one of his selfies.
You sometimes read his fanfiction, while trying to keep a straight face but you can’t. it’s too much and he sits across from you with a werid look on his face.
It’s about to get NSFW:
he’s sweet, tentitve to you.
but, hot and passionate at the same time
surprise Saturdays, maybe freaky Fridays; you know, to keep it interesting.
he teases you, leaning into kiss you. slightly brushing his lips against yours, but pulls away to do something else
you love how dirty minded he can get when alone
You don’t keep pyjamas at his place, you just wear his clothes
he plays with your hair
he souts NEOYA around the flat because NEOYA
you love seeing his bed head on a morning, with his sleep puffy face.
whenever your near something with heights, you hold his hand and his grip is deathly.
He does cry easily, but to you, it’s sweet. He’s passionate with his emotions.
He talks with his emotions, he doesn’t hide them very well and this for you, is easier to be able to decipher him
WONHO AND SWEATER PAWS
he sings in the shower, but its off key
his singing is more sweet when hes bein cute, it’s soft and barely audible
he’s the type who will do anything you want, mainly because he want to do it too
you like seeing wonho after he practices or works out because he’s sweaty.
he texts you every night before he sleeps. Not the cringey type where he says “I love you baby” with a thousand heart emojis. It’ll be something endearing like, “ I love you, you little nerd” with one heart emoji or something
he’s protective, but not overly. He doesn’t mind if you rough house with boys but as soon as he hears you whine with a pain, he’s by your side in an instant babying you
he isn’t possessive, he gets a little jealous sometimes; but he trusts you.
random compliments for dayss
he does the heavy lifting after you have tried and struggled a few times, you know, before you admit defeat.
he phones his parents everyday, hour long conversations where you do weird stuff to make him laugh.
the man just always smells nice??? he could be sweating profusely and still smell like an angel that wiped their ass on cotton candy
hug from behind, his muscular arms enciricling you into a warm embrace.
after a long day, he would fall asleep on you. Head on your chest and his arms around your waist.
when just chilling together, he lays with his head on your lap.
you find it hilarious when he gets cocky or over confident
though his confidence does actually give you quite the heart-boner
instead of you being the one wanting to adopt, like, a thousand doggos (you do) but he’s the one that never stops talking about it.
you join in on his activities, you can do them so why not
when crossing the street, he subconsciously grabs your hand.
Back in New York, whenever I needed to blow off some steam or force my mother’s hand, I’d go out on a bender. Dancing with my fave celebrity gal pal, my best gay and some dim-witted, sexy, disposable arm candy. That’s Josie, you…
When An Ex Tries Getting Back With His Pregnant Wife (Vampire AU/ Requested)
Namjoon needed to feed, and it would be a cold day in hell before he left you alone. So you both went on a late night “walk” in the park. You found a nice, empty bench and rubbed your swollen stomach. Namjoon stood before you in his heavy black cloak with his hood pulled up and mask shielding the lower part of his face.
He sat his hand on your cheek and smirked under his mask when you nuzzled into his palm.
“Stay right here. I’ll be back soon.” Then he faded into the night and you were left alone. A few couples were walking around, cuddling up to each other and enjoying the crisp night air. A man in a sweatshirt approached you with his hands tucked in his pockets.
“Y/n is that you?” You jerked your sweater closer to you body when his face came into the street light. It was your ex. The one who had left you for another woman. You narrowed your eyes at his face.
“Get lost.” You scoffed. He wasn’t having you ignoring him. He snatched your worst and tugged you close enough that you could smell the alcohol on his breath. You heard a distinctive growl that had you grinning from ear to ear.
Namjoon pinned your ex to the bench with one hand, fangs baring in the moonlight. “To-go food? My favorite.”
Jin pressed his ear to your belly. Having supersonic hearing had its perks when he could hear the baby’s heartbeat. You laughed and ran your fingers through his soft hair. It was late evening and the sun was just setting.
“Baby, I need to feed. Are you alright by yourself?” You were sitting outside of a brightly lit cafe. You gave Jin a reassuring smile and a deep kiss on his mouth. “That’s my girl.”
He took off across the street and you were left alone. You always welcomed the night. More than the daytime anyway. The bell on the diner dinged but you didn’t pay much attention to it. Until the figure drew closer.
“I knew that was you Y/n. How have you been?” You drew your lips in a tight line and tried to ignore than man you knew too well. “Cmon baby. I know you miss me. Why don’t you come with me-”
“Back off punk!” Your ex was slammed into the glass of the cafe. You could hear the customers gasp and scream as the glass began to crack under the force.
“Jin? C'mon baby. Let’s not make a scene.” You rubbed your tummy with one hand and tried to drag Jin away with the other. He dropped the deadbeat onto the ground and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
“Sorry my love. You can say I’m a little overprotective of you.”
Yoongi watched you scan through the variety of toys from outside of the store. He leaned against the large glass and watched with amusement. Your face lit up when you picked up the squeaky duck. Yoongi chuckled to himself under his mask.
You were always a happy person, completely opposite of him. So when he saw you laugh, that lit up his entire world. He had seen the man stalking you for awhile now but he put it off to chance until he approached you.
“Y/n? How are you? I haven’t seen you in forever!” Yoongi’s sensitive picked up the deep voice in a second. You were visibly uncomfortable, wrapping your arms around the bump in your stomach. “We should go out for coffee sometime. I don’t see a baby daddy anywhere.”
“The baby daddy is right here.” Yoongi was in front of the man within the blink of an eye. The man stumbled back, a scream on the tip of his tongue. “Why don’t you go back to where you came from? Before I get hungry.” Yoongi licked his lips, white fangs flashing.
Hobi laughed as you waddled out of the movies, cradling your swollen belly. You were rather active for a pregnant woman. Although you never one to sit still even before pregnancy. He easily caught up with your short steps and sniffed the air.
“Ah, that popcorn didn’t really hit the spot.” You knew what he was hinting at. You patted his arm and gave a small smile to show him you understood. “Don’t go far okay? I’ll be right back.”
Hobi vanished and you were left leaning against the theater wall. Footsteps approached you and the hood of a jacket was pushed back. “Y/n? I knew that was you inside! It was hard to tell by how dark it was.” Your ex.
You but the inside of your cheek and tried to ignore him. Until he became far too close. His warm breath fanned over your cheek and you tensed and tried to push him away.
“Hey now! My apartment isn’t far from here.”
“Neither is ours.” Hobi grabbed the jerk by his collar and slammed him against the wall. His mouth was smeared with blood and the tip of a fang held a bit of flesh. “I could go for seconds.”
Jimin chuckled as you kicked your feet over the pier. Late night walks on the beach were always your favorite. Even before you met Jimin. So when the little one inside of you stirred, he was more than happy to help you out to the pier not far from the cottage.
“Mm, I’m feeling a late night snack. Do you want anything?” You smiled and shook your head.
“Always.” Jimin took a step and faded into the night. You just looked down at the dark water beneath you. That was until the wood of the pier creaked and caught your attention.
“Hey Y/n.” Out of all the people. It had to be your ex. “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be here all alone. Let me treat you to dinner.”
“She isn’t alone.” Jimin’ growl made your spine tingle. A hand lashed out and shoved your ex off the ledge and into the ocean. Jimin easily helped you up to your feet and clicked his tongue.
“I hate wasting food.”
Taehyung watched you hug the stuffed bear tight to your chest. The laughter and flashing lights of the carnival warmed your heart. Taehyung was glad to see you so energetic and content.
You held your belly and pointed to the cotton candy machine. Taehyung smiled and kissed your temple. “I’ll be right back Princess.” Taehyung pulled out his wallet and approached the vendor. You were busy looking up at the Ferris Wheel when a hand tapped your shoulder.
“Y/n. Funny seeing you here. You always did love the Carnival.” Your ex smirked down at you, eyes full of lust. “Why don’t we go behind the Grandstand and "remake” some memories.“
The man then got a face-full of fist. He stumbled to the ground and held his busted nose. Taehyung flexed his hand and growled. "Get out of here, before we make some of our own ‘memories’.”
Taehyung flashed his teeth, lips pulled back in a snarl. You grabbed his shirt sleeve and gave a short tug. “Let’s go, my love. He isn’t worth it…..and I want my Cotton Candy.”
Jungkook walked arm and arm with you out of the cute diner you frequently visited. Of course he only ordered a glass of water to not seem odd, but watching you chow down was the cutest thing ever. However Kookie was feeling quite hungry himself.
“Y/n….” his voice was deep and the red tint to his usually brown eyes told you exactly what he needed. You stroked the back of his hand and took a step back. Jungkook gave you his famous bunny smile and took an alley to his right.
You pulled out your phone and scrolled through social media when the bell of the diner rang. Out stepped your ex with that same shit-eating grin. Of course his eyes fell on you. “Hey Y/n! Long time, no see!” He leaned against the wall beside your head, his eyes showing his true intentions.
You back away and held your stomach. With not much more than those few words in, a hard shove had him falling to the ground, clutching his side. “Fuck man! You broke my ribs!” Jungkook cracked his knuckles and laughed darkly.
“Get the hell out of here. Before I break much worse body parts. Starting with your neck.”
Stiles did not hesitate outside Derek’s door. He hesitated in the parking lot, far enough away that Derek wouldn’t be able to hear his heartbeat and know that he was there for ten minutes before actually coming in. After those ten minutes were up, he took a deep breath and forced himself out of the Jeep.
He barged into Derek’s loft without bothering to knock, just like he usually did, and Derek didn’t even bother looking up from his book. It was something in French, it looked like, which was just not fair because how dare Derek be both ridiculously attractive and also fluently multilingual?
Sties did not let himself be distracted by the hot professor look Derek had going on with the French book and the steaming mug of tea and the argyle sweater, all laid out on the leather couch and soaked in sunbeams from the large wall of windows.
“Derek, my main man, I have a proposition for you.”
Derek looked up then, but only to raise an eyebrow at him. When Stiles didn’t break under the force of his judgment and go scurrying back from whence he came, Derek reluctantly closed his book and set it aside.
“I’m pretty sure Scott is your main man,” he said lightly. “And what proposition is this?”
“How would you like to help me stick it to some bigots?”
Both Derek’s eyebrows went up this time and Stiles mentally patted himself on the back for making him look so surprised. Getting any expression out of Derek Hale that wasn’t judgy or unimpressed was an accomplishment and Stiles kept a running tally of how many times he managed it.
“What kind of bigots?” Derek asked with caution that was both insulting and also probably warranted considering some of Stiles’ past shenanigans. “And stick it to them how exactly?”
Stiles took another deep breath and hoped his erratic heartbeat wasn’t giving him away. He was not going to let his awkwardness and inability to control his autonomic functions around Derek ruin his plan, not when the plan was so wonderfully petty and promised to be so very satisfying.
“Okay, so…” Stiles clapped his hands together and then held them out to the side, barely restraining the urge to do jazz hands. “I don’t know if you heard, but I came out at school a few weeks ago,” he said. “One seriously bisexual dude, right here, newly out and proud.”
“Oh,” Derek said, his beautiful face—a face worthy of a sexuality crisis, not that Stiles was ever, ever going to tell him about that—not really looking any more or less surprised than before the big revelation. “I hadn’t heard,” he said. “But that’s good. The out and proud part, I mean,” he added quickly. “Not the bigots, which are unfortunate but do make more sense with some context.”
“Yeah. Overall, it’s been fine,” Stiles said, tucking his hands into his pockets so he didn’t do something stupid like make finger guns. He had a tendency to make finger guns at inappropriate moments. “You know, most people really don’t care. But some people are just naturally douchebags.”
“Are they giving you trouble?” Derek asked, a frown creeping onto his face.
Stiles waved him off, then re-pocketed his hand.
“Keep the claws in, Sourwolf. I’m not getting shoved into lockers or anything. It’s just like…”
Stiles chewed on his lip, fighting back the wave of irritation that always accompanied his run-ins with the douchebags.
“Like, some of them insist that I’m actually gay and just too much of a coward to say it outright,” he said. “Others say I’m actually straight but can’t get a girl to sleep me, so I thought I’d try my hand at guys instead because I’m that undesirable and desperate to get laid. I’m just indecisive and greedy and afraid of commitment. That kind of bullshit.”
Derek was scowling outright now, hands fisted like he might actually pop his claws on Stiles’ behalf.
“That is bullshit,” he said heatedly. “But what do you want me to do about it? I’m assuming you’re not here to get me to tear their throats out.”
He looked like he might actually do it, though, if Stiles asked him to, and that warmed Stiles’ cold little heart.
“Uh, no,” Stiles said with a chuckle. “No, that seemed like a little much in the circumstances.”
“Then how am I supposed to help you get back at them?”
“By going to prom with me.”
Stiles was not surprised that this proclamation was met with silence.
“Prom,” Stiles repeated. “My senior prom. With me. As my date. Well, as one of my dates, actually.”
“These assholes keep insisting that I have to ‘pick a side,’” Stiles said, air quotes and all. “They think I can’t like both women and men, or that neither women nor men could ever like me. I want to prove them wrong. I want to show up to prom with two dates, a boy and a girl, and rub it in all their faces that both my dates are hotter than any of theirs.”
Stiles ran a hand through his hair, his confidence in his brilliant plan waning ever so slightly in the face of Derek’s lack of reaction. He was just kind of staring. Maybe Stiles had finally come up with something so outlandish that he broke Derek. Or maybe Derek was going to clock him in the face and be horribly offended that Stiles was objectifying him or something.
“Erica already agreed to be my girl-date,” Stiles told him. “She’s actually really excited about it. A chance to flaunt her stuff and deliberately make a scene all night long? That’s right up her alley. And you…well, you are by far the most attractive guy I know, so I just thought…”
“You want me to go to senior prom with you, just to be your arm candy?” Derek asked slowly.
“Uh, yeah, that sounds about right. But it’s for a good cause!”
There was another excruciatingly long beat of silence, and then Derek laughed. He laughed hard, head thrown back against the couch cushions, hands slapping against his knees, face scrunched up and shiny bunny teeth on full display. It was the kind of laugh that made Stiles’ heart skip a beat and he was very glad Derek was too preoccupied with his amusement to notice.
“Is this a good laugh or a bad laugh?” Stiles asked.
“Good laugh,” Derek choked out through continued chuckles, wiping at his streaming eyes.
“So does that mean you’ll do it?”
“Yeah,” Derek said, looking up at him with a smile that could stop wars. “Yeah, I’ll do it. Sounds like a good time to me. And, like you said, it’s definitely for a good cause.”
Stiles fist-pumped, already reveling in triumph at the thought of the looks that would be on those biphobic douchebags’ faces.
“I do have one condition, though.” Derek said.
“Anything, dude, you’re the best and I owe you, like, every favor on the planet.”
Derek’s smile widened, a gleam in his eye that made Stiles the tiniest bit hot under the collar.
Look SugarBaby Chic without Breaking Your Bank Account
So I’ve come across a lot of questions in the past on how to look good without compromising your bank balance. Sugaring is competitive, and as much as we love our sugar sisters… We’re all in the same bowl. There’s sugar babies who are stunting in red bottoms flaunting Rolex arm candy, and there’s sugar babies running around in denim and tops. (Totally not looking down on either.) We often forget that men are visual creatures, and most of them are attracted to a woman that knows how to dress well. If you want to be a rich man’s choicest arm candy, then you best start dressing the part. You can’t expect to have the Ritz Carlton experience with a Holiday Inn & Suites package. Money attracts money. Starting out not many of us have designer this and designer that. I certainly didn’t own anything designer starting out. Other than a few presents from family & vanilla men. So here’s how I started out… Firstly I got myself a vanilla job. Retail is great for this, plus one for those employee perks! I worked a few months to save some money for a decent wardrobe. I shopped at places like: Ross, TJ Maxx, Marshals, Nordstrom Rack, Plato’s Closet, Amiclubwear, HotMiamiStyles & Tradesy. This allowed me to purchase new, previously loved, and discounted clothing at a fraction of the MSRP (manufacturers suggested retail price). I purchased dresses, ankle pants, chiffon tops, blazers, accessories, & lingerie (new of course). The key is to avoid anything flashy for instance a black top with Boss B#%* or something like that written on it. The key is to dress professional, chic, & keep versatility in mind. When I say versatile, I mean a blazer that can be professional with a collared shirt but still look chill with a pink chiffon top when you roll up the sleeves. As a sugar baby you’ll be exposed to things women your age aren’t. Things like flying private or taking weekend/ day trips with your SD for pleasure or work. Each and every occasion needs to have an appropriate outfit. Think of all the scenarios you could possibly be in and purchase outfits accordingly. A sugar baby can never be over dressed. These men are willing to pay top dollar for women out there. Your first few sugar daddies are like your foundation pillars. Make sure you sift the salt daddies away! The first few ones need to be taking you shopping for items you cannot buy without breaking your bank account. For example, it’s Cocoa Cathy’s 22nd birthday, and her daddy asks her what she wants. Cocoa Cathy should be saying, “Well Daddy, for my birthday I’d like my allowance as usual, but I would absolutely love it if you’d be able to get me a handbag I’ve been eyeing for quite a while!” If Daddy is pure sugar he will say, “I’d be more than happy to buy you that handbag! Look it up & I’ll forward you my card details.” This is sugar! Cocoa Cathy knows that this daddy just went through a brutal divorce so she knows not to ask for a Celine. She instead opts for two handbags from the $800-1K range. She lets Daddy pick which one would look better, and of course daddy goes for the expensive one. This shows how much Daddy enjoys Cocoa Cathy’s company, and he knows that Cocoa Cathy has sophisticated taste. (just an example) You should utilize your allowance to purchase staple sugar clothing items like palazzo pants or cardigans. There’s no need for a sugar baby to be a brand ambassador wearing 20 different designer labels. Often, this gives your sugar daddy the vibe that you already have it all. Be smart when purchasing your initial sugar wardrobe. You don’t have to break your bank account doing so. We all know we’re sugaring to one day run into a Whale Daddy, but until then those 2-3K/ month daddies aren’t bad! Also make sure you still have personality! Your wardrobe can only sell you so much! Your personality really signs seals and delivers your arrangement. For my new babies, please do not wear your heart on your wrist. These men are brutal and will try to talk down to you. They will try to make you feel like you’re not worth that 2-3K allowance. That’s a huge red flag for you to move on! Never compromise your allowance range.
A/N: Highly recommend reading both Yoongi’s and Tae’s versions of this au! It’ll make a little more sense :) Thanks for requesting to my beautiful bby mutual, @dat-town <3 Sorry if it’s not what you expected :( but pls feel free to request more to all my readers!
You’re feet are killing you, as you scurry around the chapel, careful to take your gig seriously as you snap pictures of every aesthetic scene you can possible capture in the hustle of the wedding.
Picture of the altar, check.
Picture of the bride and her bridesmaids, check.
Picture of the groom and his parents, check.
Snapshot of his members, check.
Side-view of the flowers lining the entrance, check.