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“Our lips finally met. He tasted like those burritos he had for lunch. This is actually really gross. Oh god, I don’t want to ruin the moment though. I wonder if I have any mints in my bag I can give him. This was a bad idea.”

Watch Me Babygirl [pt.3]

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Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language


“Thanks for the ride Tae,” you said, giving his arm a squeeze before sliding out of the car.

You walked up your drive and unlocked the door, giving Taehyung a wave before you slipped inside. He always waited until you were in the house to drive away which never failed to make you smile. He was sweet, you had to admit.

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prison break |   iconic quotes (the comedy edition)

Studying with Mental Illness: Self-Care
  • Eating and Drinking:
    Make sure you eat food, and drink water regularly. Carry a water bottle everywhere you go if it helps. I always have a water bottle, and something I can snack on in my bag, because I tend to forget otherwise. Eat healthy foods where you can, but honestly, something is better than nothing. Take the time to eat, and drink. Nutrition and hydration is important for fueling your body and will help you focus, and stay focused. 

  • Taking breaks:
    These are necessary. It doesn’t have to be long, but you should aim to take at least five minutes every hour, and some longer ones here and there. It can be hard to stay focused, and you can burn yourself out easily if you try and study for hours on end, day after day. Listen to your needs. Getting a headache? Take a short break. 

  • Mental Health Days:
     We’ve all had those days where we’ve had good intentions to write notes on some chapters, maybe work on an assignment, read a chapter in the text book, or whatever, only to wake up, and feel like our mental illness is getting the better of us, and study just isn’t on your radar. It’s okay to take a day off to do something mindless, or enjoyable, or relaxing. It’s important to take these days when we need too. Don’t feel ashamed to take a day off for your mental health. 

  • Socialising:
    Go to that party, catch up with that friend for coffee, Skype with that friend, catch up with your dash board, or Facebook news feed, whatever it is, it’s okay to do those things. Just as long as you don’t always do those things. Not letting yourself do those things, especially when you’ve been struggling with mental illness and motivation to study, and you take your socialising away from yourself entirely as punishment, can contribute to the cycle of not studying. Find a balance that works for you.

  • Talk to someone:
    A therapist, a friend, a significant other, sibling, parent, teacher, whoever. If you trust them, and ask if it’s okay to talk to them about things that are bothering you/going on for you, then you should talk to them. Talking about things can really help you to start working through things one by one when it all seems overwhelming, and upsetting. Also, don’t be afraid to let your teachers/professors know that you are going through difficult times. Utilise the programs and resources your school/college/university has to offer. Ask for that extension if you need it.

  • Exercise/Stretching:
    It’s good to not only have a regular routine for your overall physical health, and fitness, but during your study sessions, it’s also good to get up, and move around, and do some stretches every once in a while. Just like with taking breaks, you can use those break times to incorporate some movement. Get up, walk around the house, stretch, do some star jumps (I think some people call them jumping jacks???). I am terrible with exercise regimes. I am working on trying to include walking around the block, weights and resistance, and other things into my week, because I know that exercise is supposed to help with focus, and my overall physical health. And it’s supposed to help with mental health too.

  • Sleep:
    Get some sleep, and get some good sleep! 7-9 hours of good quality sleep per night, is ideal for most people. Know yourself, and how much sleep you need. I personally need about 8 hours, anything less and I struggle. Sleep can be hard if you’re struggling with insomnia (I do) but giving yourself as much opportunity to sleep as possible (within reason), will really help. Also, taking naps during the day can really be helpful. I often take short naps when I get home from classes, because I find it helps me to consolidate the knowledge better, and revitalises my body, and my mind for me to continue with my day, as classes take a lot out of me mentally, and physically. Don’t stay up all night, you’re better off getting some sleep earlier, and getting up earlier. And take naps if you need too!

  • Be fair to yourself: 
    This is really important. Know your needs, and treat yourself fairly. Even if you don’t get everything done that you wanted, even if you had to take a mental health day when you have so much to do, it’s okay. Your feelings are valid, and you are not weak/worthless/incompetent/insert other self-hating statement here. You’ve done so well to accomplish what you have managed today. You are amazing. 

    This is the last post to my post series Studying with Mental Illness:  Some Ideas for Studying, Motivation, and Self-care. Here can find my general post, studying post, and motivation post. Thank you for reading. I know these ideas won’t work for everyone, but I hope that they might be useful to someone. Take care. 
Five Times Ladybug Didn't Recognize Her Partner and One Time She Did

A sequel to Five Times Gabriel Agreste Didn’t Akumatize His Son and One Time He Did. I really wanted to leave it as it was, but I had to come back and give this a happier ending. And of course it ran away from me and got way longer than I meant it to.

I hope you enjoy!


“Is everything okay, kitty?”

Chat Noir looked over at her. “What?”

“You seem a little out of it.”

He shrugged. “No, just…” He sighed. “My dad’s not coming to something kind of…important to me.”

She frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“I mean, I knew he wouldn’t, but… I guess I hoped things would be different now.”

“Different?”

“It’s nothing.”

By the way he looked at her, she knew she shouldn’t press. After all, there was only so much they could share without revealing their identities. “Well…” she gently patted his shoulder. “Maybe you can ask some friends to come instead.” She wished she could attend, but without knowing who he was, that would be impossible.

Sometimes, keeping their identities safe was difficult and even painful, but she knew it was better this way. Once they’d discussed it, he’d even agreed with her.

Still, as Marinette watched Adrien play at his recital, painfully aware of Gabriel Agreste’s absence, she couldn’t help but wonder if someone had gone to Chat Noir’s event to support him the way she, Nino, and Alya had attended Adrien’s recital. She hoped so.

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concept: cartoon characters from a kids tv show come to life, but they can’t speak

the voice actors of these characters find themselves being hunted down by these creatures that don’t obey the physics of the real world, they are incomplete, they want their voices back

and nobody can stop them

Privileged (17/?)

Originally posted by octaviablakes

“*yn* and her four friends plus Murphy continue on their journey to find and save the rest of the delinquents. When they lose one of their own, tensions between *yn* and Finn reach boiling point. *yn* reunites with one of her closest friends.” 

Warnings: death, violence, swearing, fluff, slight angst 

Notes: Based on 2x04 “Many Happy Returns” of The 100.

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“How do we even know if this map is right?” Murphy piped up. 

“I’m just saying, we’ve been walking for two days and there’s no sign of them.” He continued when his question was met with silence.

“Just be quiet Murphy.” Monroe snapped irritably before *yn* could even open her mouth to tell him off. The group had lost what little spirit that they originally had a long time ago, around the time that Murphy had begun to complain every hour like clock work to be precise. 

“I’m just making the point-”

“Shut up.” *yn* cut him off as she came to a sudden halt and jerked her head around. “Oh what now-”

“Shh.” She snapped, shooting him a silencing glare before turning her attention back to her surroundings. The rest of the group came to a halt and they once again fell into a tense silence, all of them shooting *yn* confused glances.

“Do you hear that?” She murmured quietly. The rest of them strained their ears at her words. There was a pause when nothing but birds chirping entered their ears until they all heard something coming up ahead. 

Buzzing. 

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Evening Classes & FaceTime Calls

Raphael Santiago imagine

Summary: You were turned into a vampire a couple of years ago on the disastrous night you’ve died. When the new guy, Simon, needs to learn some things, you help him, but not without running into some trouble getting back to the hotel, making Raphael very angry for getting in trouble. But why?

A/N: I’m about to leave on a trip to Amsterdam. I’m hoping to get some writing done, but I can’t promise anything. I hope you’ll like this one.

Prompts: “Are you hitting on me?” – “Wrong day to piss me off.” – “My weekend plans did not involve dying.”

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“Ugh.” You let out a deep sigh and let yourself fall onto the sofa, leaning your head backwards. You stared at the ceiling for a couple of seconds, before closing your eyes.

“That bad huh?” You opened your eyes to see Raphael staring in your eyes from above you, trying not to smile.

“Can you remind me once more why I thought this would be a good idea?” You asked, still leaning your head backwards, looking up at him.

He moved to come sit besides you on the couch, making you turn your head so you were laying on your ear, still not lifting you head up.

“For the record, I never said taking evening classes was a good idea.” He leaned his arm against the couch, and rested his head against his hand.

You closed your eyes and let out another sigh. “I know, it’s just,” you paused, searching for the right words, but Raphael finished your thoughts for you. “You never got the chance while you were human, I know.” He looked at you with sorrow in his eyes. “I get it, I died at fifteen. I missed out on a lot of things as well.”

You looked away from his eyes, not wanting to show the pity you felt for him, as it would only make the situation even worse.

You lifted your head up just a bit. “Raphael,” you silently started, but you got interrupted when the new guy walked in.

“Wow, who died in here?” Simon said when he felt the vibe in the room, making Raphael glare at him, while you just looked at him out of the corner of your eyes.

“Wrong crowd.” He muttered when he saw your expressions.

You lifted your head when you thought about something. “You’re smart, right?” You asked suddenly, making both of the guys look at you.

“Uhm, I guess?” He said, sounding insecure.

“Is there a chance you could help me with my statistics class?” You asked hopeful.

“Sure.” He grinned.

“Actually,” Raphael added from beside you, “could you help him as well? You know, some training and vamp 101 stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Vamp 101 stuff?”

Raphael rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Sure.” You gave Simon a small smile, and turned your gaze back at Raphael. “By the time we’ll be done with each other, I’ll be a mathematical genius, and he’ll be the best vampire you’ve ever seen.”

Raphael let out a small snort. “Sure.” He nodded while being sarcastic. “Be sure to be back by five.”

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Aiden x Reader

Requested by Anon

“Hey, you want a ride?” One of the twins asked as they pulled up next to you.

“To school?” you asked not sure if they were actually going to class.

“Yeah, we have some stuff to do so we might as well go.” Aiden grumbled as he flipped up his helmets visor.

“You’ll be late if you keep walking.” Ethan pointed out.

“Um… thanks.” You mumbled when Ethan took your bags as Aiden helped you hop on the back of his bike.

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Secrets- Riverdale X Reader Chapter 3- Body Double

Fandom: Riverdale

Warnings: none

notes: sorry for the clusterfuck of confusion on the uploading time of this. my editor was busy and then I had no wifi for 2 days and ughhh. anyways its here!

Originally posted by hellotailor

You were sitting on the couch sketching when your phone started binging like crazy, you set down your pencil and picked your phone up to see about 16 texts from Kevin. You unlocked your phone to check your texts but before you could even open the messages app Kevin’s face filled your screen and his obnoxious custom set ringtone stopped you. With a sigh you hit the green ‘answer’ button.

“hey Kev wha-” You started but Kevin cut you off mid sentence.

“Holy crap (y/n) you will not believe* what just happened! where are you?”

“Home? I didn’t feel like going to school…though, if anyone asks I’m grievously ill.”

“Well you better recover ASAP, and get over here!” Without waiting for a response Kevin ended the call.

You put your sketchbook on the couch next to you with a dramatic sigh and stood up, throwing everything in a bag and tugging your shoes on as you stumbled out the door towards the school. You quickly covered the two blocks to Riverdale high, and when you got there pretty much all of your friends were waiting out front looking like they had seen a ghost.

“(Y/N)! FINALLY!” Kevin grabbed your arm and dragged you back towards the rest of the group. “While you were sitting around at home being a recluse- something I do not endorse by the way, we already have Jughead for that- Cheryl dropped probably one of the biggest bombs since July 4th! In bio she totally confessed!”  Kevin looked like he was about to explode.

Betty stopped him before he could go into further detail. “All Cheryl said was that she was guilty, Kev, she didn’t say of what.” Kevin Rolled his eyes with a dramatic sigh, “Well theres not alot of other things it could be!”

You waved your hands signalling them to slow down, “Hold on, what happened exactly?”

“The Sheriff’s department came into class, and Cheryl stood up and said they were here for her, because she was guilty.” Veronica summed up for you.

“I– wow. Really?” you were stunned. sure Cheryl was a mythic Bitch, but you didn’t think she could kill Jason. Or anyone really.


Later that day you were all chatting in the student lounge.

“So are you a suspect now?” Veronica asked Kevin.

“My dad says we all are, including me.”

“Not me girl. I don’t know these people. neither does (y/n).”

You nodded silently and looked at the ground. You did, actually know these people but nobody needed to know that, and it didn’t even matter you sure as hell weren’t the one that killed Jason.

Kevin fiddled with a piece of licorice and looked at the rest of your group with a grin. “Guys, should we maybe rebinge making a murderer on netflix tonight?”

Betty laughed, “Sorry can’t, gotta stay late to work on the paper.”

“Count me out too. I’ve got a date tonight.” Veronica added.

“You do?” Archie asked.

Kevin smiled, “Which Riverdale Hottie made the cut?”

Veronica tilted her head towards the door with a cryptic smile, towards one of the jocks “Hey V-Lo, I’ll swing by the pembrooke to pick you up at 8?”

“I’ll be waiting.” she smiled at him.

“Cool.” The boy grinned while putting on his jacket before walking out the door.

Betty and Kevin both had immediate reactions.

“Chuck clayton?” Betty looked extremely concerned.

“You’re going on a date with chuck?!” Kevin looked weirdly excited.

“Wait whos Chuck Clayton? You wondered out loud.

The rest of the group semi-ignored you, opting to keep talking about Chuck. "He’s kind of a player…” Betty leaned back into the couch.

“Who cares? hes the hottest of Hot! And he’s the football coach’s son. in Riverdale that’s like dating a Kennedy!”  Kevin was grinning.

Veronica smiled and raised her eyebrows mischievously. Betty sighed and stood up, “I have to go, I have a newspaper meeting.” You shot up out of your seat and grabbed your bag. “Can I walk with you? I have something to ask you.” Betty nodded and you both walked into the hallway.

“So I was wondering if you had any openings in the school paper. weatherbee is actually still on my case about extracurriculars. And I think it’d be really cool.”

“Well since it’s just me, I think we have room for you.” Betty replied as you turned the corner to the old dusty newspaper offices.

“Wow these computers are ancient…” You laughed lightly, “I wonder if we could sell them on Ebay as antiques.”

“I don’t think anybody would buy these things.” Jughead leaned against the doorframe, his lips turned up into a faint smirk.

He turned his attention to Betty.“If print journalism is dead, what am I doing here?”

The Blue and Gold isn’t dead, Juggy It’s just dormant. but waking up.“ Betty swiped some of the dust off of one of the ancient monitors. "You’re writing a novel right? About Jason Blossoms murder?”

Jughead picked up a magnifying glass. “I am. Riverdales very own In Cold Blood.” He held up the magnifying glass and peered through.

“Which started out as a series of articles! I’m hoping you’ll come write for the Blue and Gold.” Betty grinned nervously, stretching her arms out like a magician after pulling off some amazing trick.

“I just don’t think the school papers the right fit for my voice.” Jughead said hesitantly.

“Truman Capote worked at the New Yorker for 2 years before he wrote in Cold Blood.” You added. Betty and Jugheads gazes both snapped to you with questioning looks. “What? I know stuff and it’s kind of relevant the new yorker is a newspaper.” you muttered defensively. Betty shook her head and turned back to Jughead.

“Juggy, Jason’s death changed Riverdale. People don’t wanna admit that but it’s true we all feel it.” Betty walked closer to Jughead. “Nothing this bad* was ever supposed to happen here, but it did. I wanna know why.”

Jughead glanced away his gaze softening. “Would I get complete freedom?”

“I’ll help and edit and suggest…but it’s your story, it’s your voice.” Jughead looked less and less convinced with each word out of Betty’s mouth.

Jughead rolled his eyes with a grin, “Doesn’t sound* like complete freedom…But- I’m in.”

Bettys face lit up and she clapped her hands together. “Okay great! um, in that case I have your first assignment. There’s one person who was at the river on July 4th that no one’s talking about.”

“Dilton Doiley and his scouts.”

“Exactly.”

Jughead smirked and flicked his nose with his thumb as he turned to walk out. But Betty called after him. “(y/n)s coming with you Juggy!” You both stopped dead.

“Wait I am?”

“She is?”

“Yes, she is. (y/n) doesn’t have a lot of journalism experience so…I thought you could show her the ropes.” Betty explained, with an almost pleading smile.

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Fine. come on.”

You grabbed your bag and walked out after him. “You know, I think Betty is just worried about you scaring the crap out of a bunch of 11 year olds.”

Jughead rolled his eyes again, but there was that familiar spark of amusement. “Meet me at the adventure scout hall tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

“This is gonna be fun, Jones it’ll be like Sherlock with a way prettier Watson!”


The next day you got to the field outside the adventure scouts building and he was standing near the kids all lined up while Dilton Doiley lectured them. You walked over and smiled in greeting. Jughead nodded, and held up a hand for you to be quiet. Dilton was lectureing his troops about dying, or something. You didn’t really catch it.

Jughead approached him, “At ease Doily we’re writing an article for the Blue and Gold, hoping you can help.”

Dismissed! but stay close.” Dilton ordered the kids.

“Cheryl and Archie say they heard a gunshot July 4th, but they don’t know who fired.”

Dilton immediately got defensive, his posture shifted and his face hardened. “Sheriff Keller already asked me about this, like I told him, my scouts and I…we didn’t hear anything weird.”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, this kid was definitely hiding something.

Jughead took a step closer to Dilton, his eyes were filled with the same suspicion as yours,“Well, did you see anything weird?” his tone was a little more accusatory than it had been, it was clear Jughead believed Doily about as much as you did.

Dilton straightened his back and crossed his arms. he glared at jughead. “A white winged crossbill, A long eared owl…oh. And Cheryl, sitting by the river soaking wet.”

Jugheads expression was hard and unreadable as he stared at Dilton. You grabbed Jugheads arm and dragged him away from the other boy. “C'mon we’re not going to get anything more out of Doily. He’s on the defensive now.”

“That’s alright. I have another lead.”


Later that night you met Jughead at Pops. “I’m always up for food, but how is pops a lead?”

Jughead gave you a deadpan look, “It’s not the diner it’s what’s inside, one of Doily’s scouts was looking at us like he wanted to say something, and we’re gonna find out what.”

“Or maybe he was checking you out?” you joked. Which earned you a fairly impressive bitch face from Jughead.

You walked through the door with Jughead a few steps ahead, the boy from earlier was in a booth chatting with someone, who you assumed was the kid’s father. The dad got up and left the table and Jughead crouched on the empty booth seat while the kid was looking away Jughead grabbed the cherry off the kids sundae and ate it. You ran a hand through your hair, immediately regretting being there.

The kid dropped his spoon and threw up his hands as the metal utensil clattered on the table. “What the hell man.” his face was full of confusion, and maybe a little fear.

“I saw the way you looked at me.-”

You rolled your eyes. “Cause that didn’t sound creepy Jug.” you muttered under your breath.

Jughead slid the kids sundae towards himself,“-during grizzly training. you’re hiding something.”

The kid leaned in, “It’s scoutmaster Doiley, he’s lying.”

“About what?” Jughead kept eating the scouts sundae, and watched the boy with a weird expression, a mix of curious and suspicious.

“The gunshot, It was him. He was teaching us how to shoot targets.”

“Dilton Doiley shot the Gun on July 4th?”

“What the hell is with this town?” You blurted out.

“He’s a hardcore survivalist. He says if we don’t protect ourselves, no one will.”

Jughead and you exchanged a look, this was big.


The day after your confrontation with sundae boy, you were sitting in the student lounge eating a muffin and reading the article on Chuck Claytons class A douchebag status being exposed. When your phone chimed with a text from Betty telling you to get to the Blue and Gold office ASAP.

You shoved your phone in your pocket and threw the rest of your muffin away before dashing out the door and down the hall to the Blue and Gold offices.

Betty and Jughead were waiting for you when you arrived but before you had a chance to greet them or ask what was wrong Dilton Doiley walked in.

“Have a seat Doiley.” Jughead said, while kicking a chair towards the space in front of the desk. Dilton straightened it and sat down, facing the three of you. Jughead jerked his chin up at him as a signal to start speaking.

“If you publish a story saying I fired that gun, my life will be ruined. I’ll be banished from the adventure scouts and charged with a misdemeanor. So, what if I have a better story?”

Jughead glanced back at you and Betty and you both shrugged and shook your heads, none of you had any idea what Dilton had to offer.

“If I tell you what I know, promise me the gunshot stays between us.”

Betty walked out from behind the desk and came to stand next to you and jughead. “You have our word. as journalists.”

Dilton leaned towards the three of you and dropped his voice so if anybody had been listening there was no way they would hear it. “I saw something at Sweetwater river. Something nobody else saw–Ms. Grundy’s car, by the rivers edge. She was there.”

“Well. shit.” You said quietly.




Dilton Doiley had just opened pandora’s box

anonymous asked:

DO NOT imagine Dean and Cas slow-dancing to Led Zeppelin's "Since I've Been Loving You", Cas's arms around Dean's neck, Dean's arms around Cas's waist, not so much dancing as swaying to the slow, sexy beat together, pausing for a long kiss or to remove a piece of clothing every few minutes.

HECK HECK HECK do you know how often I imagine this exact scenario? And I blame that ancient post I’ve been trying to find again for literal actual YEARS that read like a spec script for a cold open SET TO THAT SONG in the bunker and Dean’s in bed and the camera pans across his clothes scattered on the floor and up his arm and to his face and he’s CLEARLY ENJOYING HIMSELF IMMENSELY and then he says something to the person in bed with him and Cas crawls out from under the blanket and plants a kiss on him and Dean’s kissing him back…

And then RECORD SCRATCH as Dean sits bolt upright in bed, sheets tangled around him– he’d been dreaming… Oh sh–

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I mean… DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I IMAGINE THAT?!

I would dearly love to find that post again so I could caress it and whisper endearments and maybe make it a mix tape…

But now I can imagine the BEFORE stuff… like the slowdance stripping… I am not complaining here. :P

ETA: MEL FOUND THE ORIGINAL POST 

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Swearing, things get hot?

When you and Buck just aren’t getting along, you’re ready to bail. Can he convince you with one last night to give it another chance or will you still want to go when morning comes?

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“Y/N,” He breathes your name. You pause leaving the half filled bag resting on the open drawer, your hands on the edge of the dress as you breath in, a sob shaking your frame. “Don’t.” His voice was a plea all in its own.

“Why?” You shake your head, your hands covering your face as you attempt to control the sobs rushing from your body.

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Dally's Little Sister. Pt. 1
For part 2 of this story search the tag ‘thingsaretuffalloverdallyslittlesister’ I’m unable to link part two here because I’m currently only able to use tumblr mobile!


Dally couldn’t believe it when he found out about his sister. He was shocked and angry and simply confused. He couldn’t figure out how he didn’t know about this but yet there he was standing with all of his friends in the parking lot of the high school trying to spot anyone that could have resembled Dally.

He was pretty pissed off having insisted to his friends that he didn’t want to meet her. But after the initial anger cooled off a bit he did have to say that he was a bit curious just to see.

School had let out and Dally was looking at every greaser girl that walked in his eye sight but so far none caught his eye. He swore to himself wondering what the hell he was doing there. He’d never know how she was.

“Let’s get outta here you guys.” He said to his friends as he lit up a cigarette. “Man, this is stupid.”

“You’re meeting her.” Darry told his friend firmly and stopped a passing student. “Do you know a girl named Beatrice?”

The girl nodded and pointed her out before walking off.

All the guys were a bit taken aback. The girl that they were now looking at was in no way a greaser like they all thought. She was dressed to nice, although she wasn’t dressed up enough to be a soc so Dally assumed she was somewhere in the middle class, the safe zone.

She wore a light blue dress that had a classy floral pattern on it. She also wore white keds and had her hair half up. She definitely had Dally’s hair color and the gang definitely noticed that she was pretty right away. They all watched as she went over to her bike that was tied to the bike rack. Instead of getting on to ride it she began wheeling it beside her while she walked. As she became closer to passing them they noticed her tire was flat and so Steve spoke up to get her to come over to them.

“Do you need some help with that?” he asked her and nodded to the bike.

She looked surprised and a bit confused as she was pulled from her thoughts. She didn’t seem put off by the fact that they were greasers but she shook her head. “I’m alright.. Thank you though. My brother is picking me up today anyways.” she said and gave a friendly smile. Dally was staring intently at her not sure what he was feeling at that moment. She began to go again but they didn’t want her to walk off just yet so Two-Bit pointed to her hand which he had noticed was holding onto an unopened red lollipop.

“Got any more of those?” He asked. “I love candy.”

“Yea but you probably won’t like it. It’s cherry. I know most people hate that flavor but it’s my favorite.” she stated laughing a bit.

“Well,” Two-Bit grinned ear to ear as he remembered something. He pointed to Dally and spoke. “Cherry is his favorite too.”

She gave a friendly smile at Dally and pressed the lollipop into his hand. “You can have this one. I keep a whole bag of them in my backpack. And besides maybe it’ll help you kick that bad habit.” she said boldly and pointed at his cigarette.

“Yea..” Dally muttered and quickly without thinking dropped the cigarette to the ground to put it out.

“I really should go,” she said then. “My brother’s waiting for me. It was nice meeting you all. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

They watched her walk off and they even saw her brother putting the bike into the back of their car before they went off.

Dally just opened the lollipop and put it in his mouth. “Let’s go.” he muttered angrily. He shoved the wrapper of the candy into his pocket. He wouldn’t tell any of his friends but he would hold on to that wrapper. He would call himself stupid for it but would always take it out when he was alone and think about his sister who he knew was better off without him.

1st I love you

What better way to return all the love I got for the first Drabbles, that show how the boys first said I love you.  Thanks for all the <3 everyone! 

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Noctis

“Noctis, I can’t feel my arm.” You giggle, your sleepy time boyfriend currently laid across your outstretched arm taking his third mid-afternoon/early morning nap.

“I’m comfy and that’s all that matters.” The prince muttered, as he shifted slightly, allowing you to slip a pillow under his head.

The two of you cuddled up in the daybed in the middle of the large castle’s green room. You were suppose to be helping the Prince get ready for the huge gala later this week, but somehow he had convinced you to lay down with him.

Cruse those beautiful blue eyes!  

“Noct, if we don’t get up soon, Ignis is going to realize that we’re not practicing those dance steps.” You attempt to reason, only for the young man to roll over directly on top of you, laying his head on your breast. “Noctis,” You whine playfully as he snaked his arms around you.

“Rule number 3: No speaking of Specs when cuddling.” He muttered into your chest, as he nuzzled you, letting out a purr as you began to gently begun running you fingers through those dark black almost blue locks.

You allowed  the future king to use you as his own personal body pillow, it didn’t really bother you. It actually never did, since before you started dating he would just knock out near you and you’d adjust so that the man wouldn’t be too stiff when he woke up, no matter if it was your shoulder, head, or lap, or some of his current favorite spots, your chest and ass including the few times where he accidentally drooled on you.

Sneaking a kiss to the top of his head, you froze as you heard him muttered softly.

“Love you, y/n.”

Your heart skipped a beat, as shuffled slightly to return his embrace, thinking you’d allow him a little more moments to rest, “I…I love you too, Noctis.”


Prompto

“Sweetie lift you right leg, no your right!”

“This is my right leg.” You call back, sitting on a large rock overlooking the city of Insomnia, creating a beautiful backdrop.

“I meant my right.” Prompto laughed, as you adjusted your leg again. “Perfect, not quater turn toward the sun.”

“To the sun?” You inquired as you glance at the huge glowing object in the sky, “Can’t, it hurts.”

“Maybe not directly into it.” Prompto chuckled.

You and your boyfriend were taking pictures of the skyline for a new project that the blonde wanted to start, when he requested a picture of you. He stated it was for matching the colors when he edited later, but you knew he always snapped pictures of you when he thought you weren’t looking, than cycling through them as wallpaper on his phone.

After about 15 minutes of fidgeting Prompto seemed to finally be satisfied with his shot, as he helped you off the rock.

“So where else you wanted to go today, Chocoboo?” You asked, moving over to pick up your bag from the ground where you placed it, only to look over your shoulder as you noticed Prompto quickly turn his head away to pretend he wasn’t looking at your butt.

“We can, you know…”

You gave an over the top bend at the hips, pretending to fiddle with your bag,  “You do know you can look.”

Prompto immediately flushed, his freckles all but disappearing in his blush. Figuring you had tormented the poor photographer, you walked over wrapping your arms around his neck before littering his face with kisses making his red blush travel further down to his neck.

“Why so embarrassed my little Chocoboo?” You coo, as you remained placing kiss after kiss on his cheeks and face. “I’m not going to stop until I kiss every single freckle on your adorable face.”

“I…you…” Prompto muttered weakly, attempting to play aloof.

You remained littering his face, “Speak up, I can’t hear you.” You weren’t sure how he did it, but he became even more red as he muttered repeatly. “I can go all day, I have lipgloss in my bag.”

Prompto suddenly grabbed you by the shoulders, as he pulled you away from his face staring you in the eye, as he loudly proclaimed, “I LOVE YOU!”

You barely had time to retorted as he pressed his lips against your own. Both of you standing in the liplock for what seemed like forever, when he pulled away, almost as if realizing what he just said. Stepping back as he almost curled in on himself, as his tried to hid his blush by turning away from you.

Quickly moving to be within his sight again, you grab those freckled cheeks, squishing his face together, “I love you too!” You beam, before jumping into his arms, knocking you both to the ground, the two of you laughing as your return the kiss.


Gladiolus

“So strong.” The blonde girl giggled, as she hung off your boyfriend very strong feathered bicep as he attempted to leave her to get you another drink.

“You okay, y/n?” Prompto asked, resting a hand on your shoulder.

Through clinched teeth, you remained glaring at the blonde bimbo holding on to Gladiolus, your Gladiolus’ arm like she was his freaking hand bag. “I’m fine, Prompto, why do you ask?”

“Well, you’re currently trying to break your glass.” A buzzed, Noctis stated, as you realized the death grip you had on your cup of some fruity drink that Prompto purchased but didn’t like because it tasted too much like melon.

It was suppose to be a relaxing night out with the boys, as everyone needed a moment to relax from time to time, and the boys had picked some very new club, by the name of the Roost. The drinks were currently flowing heavily, as all the drinks Ignis was given were passed to Prompto and Noctis. Which as of current, you were taking the drinks from the boys as you needed something to calm the fury that was burning in you at the sight from across the club.

You swallowed a scream as you say the tramp, actually grab Gladiolus’ hands placing one hand on her ass, the other on her breast, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, attempting to place a kiss on his lips as he attempted to scramble away without hurting her.

Grabbing the nearest drink, you grab a shot, pouring it down your throat, as you slammed the glass down rougher than needed, as you jumped from the booth, marching through the crowd on your stilettos, using pure adrenaline to not stumble or maybe it was the rage.

Yeah it was the rage!

“Y/n” Gladiolus cheered, seeming excited to have someone save him from the leech of a woman currently holding onto him so he didn’t have to shove her away and accidentally hurt her.

You hadn’t even realized what you were doing, before you reached out grabbing a fist full of the blonde locks before you, pulling back with all your strength as you threw her to the floor. At the same grabbing a hold of your large boyfriend’s hand, as you pulled him through the crowd, people easily parting as you and your 6 foot 6 inch boyfriend went to the nearest exit.

Stepping outside to the nice warm air, you suddenly felt a tug, only to find the bimbo had followed you outside, and was currently playing tug of war with your boyfriend.

“What are you doing?” She slurred, her makeup stained face only seeming to make your more hazy mind  angered as she remind you of a clown and that ugly green dress and those black fishnet stocking made her look like a whore version of a certain crow.

“I’m going to warn you once, stay away from him.” You growled, as you stepped before Gladiolus, standing before the shield, as you slapped her hand from him.

The girl, turn her eyes to Gladiolus, “I can already tell you that, I’m a better lay that this little shank. Why don’t we find a place where I can give you a good fuck?” She giggled, making a jerk off motion, as she went to grab Gladiolus again.

That comment made you sober up immediately, as you pulled back your right arm, decking the female with a haymaker.

“Holy shit, babe!” Gladiolus gasped in shock.

“Fuck her up, y/n!” Noctis and Prompto yelled from somewhere.

Quickly following your punch by a straight kick to her chest, which was impressive considering how tight your dress was and the height of your shoes. Watching her crumble to the ground, with a bloody nose, “That’s my man, bitch! Touch him again and I put your ass in the ground!” You bark loudly, shoving her to the ground.

“And that would be our cue to leave, Gladio if you wouldn’t mind grabbing, y/n.” Ignis stated, as he quickly escorted Noctis and Prompto wobbly forms to the car as they cheered you on.

You felt Gladiolus’ hands on your waist, as he picked you up kicking and screaming to the Regalia, not even bothering to put you down as all five of you climbed into the car. Sitting up to face the club, your breasts pushed against Gladiolus’ face as you screamed at the bitch, currently trying to stand up and avoid getting blood on her ugly dress.

“Fuckin’ fight me bitch! I’ll kick your ass any day of the week. Kenny Crow looking ass!” You bark to the form of the club of that was getting smaller, only being hyped further by Prompto and Noctis cheering you on.

“Well that was eventful,.” Ignis muttered as he begun the 20 minute drive home. “let’s not do it again”

Gladiolus chuckled as he turned you around to sit in his lap your arms crossed smug at your win, “How many drinks did you have?”

You shrugged, obviously proud of yourself, and feeling your rage disappear, “Hell, if I know.”

“4 full drinks and 5 shots.” Ignis filled in, as he managed to buckle a Prompto, currently trying to escape the car to take a picture of something with his phone.

Gladiolus wrapped his arms tightly around you, as you grew more settled in his chest, feeling your adrenaline wear off to be replaced with the warm buzz of your drinks returning, “Gotta say I love that in a girl, love you babe.”

You felt the tears before you realized they were happening as you wailed rather loudly, “You love me?”

Gladiolus chuckled, “Are you crying?”

“Don’t avoid the question! Do you love me more than ramen noodles?”

“I mean you’re up there.”

You gave a shrug as nuzzled further in his chest tears already done following, “I guess that’s the best I can ask for.”


Ignis

“Welcome home, darling.” You smiled, standing from the couch as you went to meet your boyfriend at the door, it was already so late almost 9pm, body covered by his large pajama shirt. Taking his jacket, as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Everything okay?”

Ignis removed his glasses as he pinched the bridge of his nose, before turning to you with tired eyes, “Same as normal, what of you, my dear?”

“Not much, did you eat with the Prince?” You ask hanging up his jacket, as he removed his shoes.

“Yes, getting Noct to eat his vegetables is becoming more of a hassle.” He chuckled fondly, as you assisted him with removing his dress shirt. “If you haven’t eaten, I can fix you something.” He started moving toward the kitchen.

“That won’t be needed,” You smiled, as you took his hand, leading him to your shared bedroom, by passing the bed to go into the bathroom. “You always take such good care of us all, my love, allow me just a moment to show you the same respect.”  You coo, as you set him down on the large ottoman in the middle of the grand bathroom, with such a tall boyfriend you need a large bathroom, and the huge whirlpool tub didn’t hurt.

Running a nice warm bath as you placed in a bath bomb of lavender and rose petals before returning to the man sitting on the ottoman, waiting patiently for you. Removing his glasses, as you gently placed them on the his and her sink, being sure to wrap them in the silk cleaning cloth. Moving behind the tall man, having to kneel as you began to massage his shoulders and back.

The silent purrs and sighs escaping him, only seem to fuel you on, as you felt him slowly relax under your hands.  Keeping a watchful eye on the bath level, as you moved over turning it off, before assisting him in standing, as you both disrobed. Having him climb in first, as he laid back, before you settled yourself between him long fit legs, resting your head against his shoulder.

Allow the warm water to help relax the both of you, as you turned on the classic orchestra music, and dimming the lights. As you both sat in the tub, you comfortably held in his arms, as you leaned back slightly, pressing a kiss to the underside of his chin.

You weren’t entirely certain how long you were both in the warm water, as you noticed the man dozing off. Stifling a giggle, you nudged the blonde man slightly, as his green tired eyes locked with your own upside down gaze, as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. Both of you lazily washing each other, before climbing from the tub.

Sitting Ignis back onto the ottoman, now in the pajama bottoms of the shirt you were currently wearing, as you dried and brushed out his hair, as you smiled warmly to the man at his bangs down in a state only for you. Finally appearing relaxed for the first time in awhile, placing the brush down as you picked up his glasses. Moving to hand them to the man, only to stop short, as you lowered them, to instead place a kiss to his lips.

“I love you.” You whisper before realizing it had slipped out, almost immediately regretting it as you placed his glasses on his face with shaking hands.

Ignis looked up to you beyond the black frames, raising his hand to make as to adjust the lens, only to removed them, as he rested a hand against your cheek, “And I love you, my heart.”  He whispered against your lips, before pushing a kiss to them.

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Tommy x Reader

Requested by Anon


The room seemed to tense up as they slowly filing into the bar as if they owned the place, Blinders seemed to flood in until Tommy came into sight, swaggering over to your boss who motioned for the group around him to back away a little.

Everyone waited as spoke before your boss angrily stood and pulled a gun which seemed to be a signal to Arthur who yelled at more men to come into the bar. For the next few minutes the bar exploded in fists and furious yells, tables splintering, glass shattering around you.

You successfully defended yourself and fought your way to your boss who let you and another of his workers pull him out the back of the bar.

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Little Parker - Kai Parker (Part Four)

Warnings: None? Fluff, mostly.

Summary: Kai Parker comes back from the dead to find that he’s got a daughter. Angst and madness ensues.

A/n: This one is super long and totally a filler with fluff. So forgive me if it sucks i’m not good at writing filler chapters. @geminioriginalsimagines

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Originally posted by karamelforever

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You wake in the morning to find Kai not in bed. You stretch your hand across the still warm sheet tiredly before you stand. When you check Anna’s room she’s not there either and you start to worry, when you get downstairs you find Kai and Anna eating cereal on the couch and watching cartoons.

“‘Morning.” Kai greets you with a mouth full of Cheerios.

“‘Morning, Mommy.” Anna says from beside Kai, her eyes fixed in the tv screen.

“Good morning.” You walk into the kitchen, and start making yourself coffee. Before Anna was born you weren’t really a coffee person but once she reached her terrible two’s you decided coffee was a necessity.

“So,” You jump when Kai talks from the doorway, he gives you a cocky smile in return, “Were you serious yesterday? About looking for houses far from here?”

“Yes, I was serious. But it’s not like I have the money to pick up and move, I’m not exactly the richest person on planet earth.” You stir your coffee as you talk.

“I can have that taken care of by this afternoon.” You roll your eyes.

“What are you gonna do? Rob a bank?” He smiles even wider.

“That sound like an amazing idea, you know I was just going to compel myself some diamonds and pawn them but robbing a bank is much more fun.” You knew he was still a little bad, even if he was a little different, he was still going to go back to being the Kai Parker that you always tried to stop from doing illegal things but never could.

“Promise not to kill anyone? For Anna’s sake?” Kai walks behind you and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Of course. Be back by three.” He speeds off and you lean back in your chair. Anna walks into the kitchen and pushes her bowl into the sink, she still couldn’t reach the counter.

“Where’s daddy?” Anna asks. You stand up and put your coffee cup down.

“Daddy went to go get stuff ready.” Anna stares up at you as you start to walk towards the stairs.

“Ready for what?” Anna asks as she walks after you.

“We’re gonna be moving soon.” Anna takes the steps slow in front of you, as always.

“Moving to where?” She seems generally unfazed by the idea of moving but then again little kids are usually unfazed by a lot of things.

“I don’t know yet, baby. Let’s go get dressed though, and then we’ll go to the park.” She opens the door to her room with two hands on the door knob and walks in.

Anna’s room was white walled but the walls were lined with her drawings on paper that you had taped to the wall. She had a toy chest and toys were constantly scattered over her floor along with dirty clothes, once a week you and her cleaned her room, it was how she learned about teamwork. Flowers sat in her windowsill, still living even after a year of being there. She loved most her clothes, she liked picking out her own t-shirts, and Anna particularly liked braids being put into her hair.

With Anna finally dressed (she could decide on which shirt was best) you left for the park. She could run around for hours on end, and get dirty all she wanted while you tried to look for good houses and texted Kai. You were a big fan of letting her do her thing, as long as it wasn’t destructive to herself or anyone else, if she wanted to fight imaginary dragons, you’d give her a stick for a sword. If Anna wanted to be a warrior princes and warned you to be the queen you would wear a crown and a dress. As long as no one was getting hurt (mentally or physically) she could do as she pleased. She swung back and forth on a tire swing with another little girl while you talked on the phone with Kai and watched. Other moms and dads around you tried to listen in as discreetly as they could on your call with him.

“So, where we you thinking we could move to?” You knew that some of them would have to know Kai, and that they were definitely spying for someone who wanted to kill him, someone always wanted to kill him. None of them were vampires, you knew that, you could tell when someone was a vampire, they always looked the same.

“There’s a pretty powerful coven down in New Orleans, and Klaus Mikaelson’s been seducing a witch into giving me nightmares the last few days.” You give a cheery wave to Anna when she waves at you from across the park.

“Oh yeah? What’s it about?” Kai knew the stupid code you two had used all the time, it was back when he was still the terrible maniacally crafted villain, you made it up so spies couldn’t find out where you or he were.

“The nightmares? Oh they’re lovely-” His voice cuts off for a second, glass breaks on the other end. “I get these beautiful images of people dying, which is incredibly splendid, and then the witch starts talking to me all fast and cryptic. She says that as long as I kill this super bag guy Marcel, then everything’s good and he’ll give me whatever the hell I want. Granted I don’t kill anyone he loves.”

“Can you even do that anymore? I thought that was outdated?” They probably think you’re talking about buying a house. You give them a tight lipped smile.

“Oh please, you insult me. The witch-y ancestors that made Marcel the super bad guy he is are all gone. Poof- right into the void. Hang on babe-” You hear some muffled muttering on the other end and then the zipping of several bags.

“Okay, I’m back, as I was saying. The witch-y ancestors are all destroyed now, which means that anyone with powerful enough magic could theoretically craft a spell that would turn him into a normal ol’ blood sucker. And since Freya Mikaelson already made one all I’ve gotta do is find the spell, do it, and then kill Marcel. All good.”

“All good?” A car door shuts on his end.

“Completely. So, you wanna start looking for houses at home tonight? I figure the sooner we get away from Damon the better. I don’t want Anna getting mixed up in it again.” You look over to Anna, now playing tag with a few other kids, laughing and running.

“Yeah, me either. But yes, let’s look at houses tonight, I’m at the park with Anna if you wanna come see us.”

“Alright, I’ll just drop this stuff off at the house and meet you at the park. Bye.”

“Bye.” You hang up and tuck your phone back in your purse. Anna comes running over to you, panting but smiling.

“Mommy, can I have a juice box?” You reach into your bag.

“Here you go, baby.” She pokes the straw into the juice box and takes a long gulp before putting it back on the table and running off again to join in tag. You watched after her, smiling.

Kai texts you about an hour later as you and Anna are making your way towards the cafe across the street to get lunch. Just as you’re reading the text you hit someone, and when you look up you find Matt Donovan standing in front of you.

“What do you want Matt?” You don’t stop walking, ever since Anna started showing her power Matt was always pressing you to leave, witches and vampires didn’t belong in Mystic Falls anymore. But you told him that she was a child, that she wouldn’t hurt anyone. And now that Cade had arrived in town Matt really, really wanted you to go.

“I’m just checking in on you.” You scoff and roll your eyes as you lift Anna into a chair at a table.

“Don’t act like you care, Matt, I’m not in the mood.” You open the menu and a waitress walks over to give a kids menu to Anna. She immediately opens it and starts coloring on the pages.

“I do care, Y/n. Anna’s just a kid, she doesn’t deserve to get mixed up in all this.” Matt drops his voice so that Anna can’t hear him.

“Well, for your information, we are moving. So you can stop checking up on us now.” Your eyes skim the menu.

“Where?”

“None of your business, goodbye, Matt.” He cross his arms but you don’t look up.

“Have a good life, Y/n.” Matt leaves without another word and you sigh, relaxing your shoulders.

“What was he doing here?” Kai’s voice makes you look up, he sits down next to you.

“He likes to tell me to leave without telling me to leave, it’s a great tactic, seeing as we’re moving.” You lean back in your chair, still looking at the menu.

“Daddy, can you help me get through the maze?” Anna pushes her kids menu towards Kai and he shifts his chair closer.

After lunch you look for houses, and you find a pretty suitable one not too far out of New Orleans, it was an old plantation house, there were lots of them around there, it had a lot of land, and from the pictures around it there were plenty trees. It had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a big kitchen, a big living room, and it even had a parlor. What type of house ever had a parlor? An awesome house. But Kai had the money, and Anna was excited as soon as you told her that she’d be able to run around and have a huge backyard to play in.

“We should leave as soon as we can, the house is already furnished, and we can leave this one in my name, it’s already paid off anyways.” You were talking to Kai as you walked, passing a few people on the sidewalk who all parted ways for Annalise, who was happily walk a foot in front of you.

By the time you got to the house though, you were having second thoughts. This was your life, this was Anna’s life, could you really just abandon it? Damon was after Kai, who knew who was after Anna, you had to leave, there was no choice. Tomorrow you would go to the school and get the paperwork to transfer Anna to a school in Louisiana, by Thursday you would be in Louisiana, by Friday Anna would be in a new school, and you would have a new life.

Anna runs up the stairs and into the house, immediately going towards the living room to open her coloring books and her crayons. Kai took his shoes off by the door and then sat on the couch. You were looking at the house again on your phone, he reached over and turns it off.

“Stop worrying, we’re going to be fine.” Kai puts your phone on the coffee table and you lean back on the couch, looking around at all the toys.

“We should start packing.” You say to Kai, and he nods but he looks unwilling to move.

“Yeah,” He stands up, and grabs the keys. “I’m gonna go to the beer distributor, if I remember correctly, they’ll give you free boxes because then they have to pay someone to break them down. Be back soon.”

“Alright, see you then.”

“Bye, daddy.” Kai leans down to kiss her forehead.

“I’ll be back soon, Anna.” He leaves, and you watch the door shut behind him.

So You want a slave like me?

Men read about my beliefs and attitudes and ask me where They can get a female or slave like me.  Guess, what?  You can’t.

i am not a ready-made commodity You can pick off a shelf at Kmart or Wallmart.  i am someone who evolved over time.  To get a slave like me, You need to find someone like who i was 10 years ago and be willing to put in the time and energy to help her evolve into someone like me, or someone not like me, as suits You.

i did not start out here, i ended up here.  And the well kept secret is, 9 out of 10 submissives, deep down want to end up here as well.  They want to be able to say ‘yes’ to everything You ask because they have come to know and trust You that deeply.  They want to lay on the floor at Your feet, with Your foot on their neck and just surrender to melting into the floor and being.  They want to be all of everything to You, in every way You could ever want and more.

But that is not how they will turn up to meet You.  Even i don’t turn up to meet someone that way.  They will hold it back, keep it hidden because they need to trust You first.

As for someone like me, i have fought personal battles.  i have been through hell and back and brought a truck load of crap with me.  i have scars You cannot see and more hidden mines than a rice field in Vietnam.  

For me to kneel at someone’s feet, i need to know You are stronger than i am, because i’ve carried that crap around a long time, i’m very strong myself.  i’ve worked through some, am working through some and am yet to discover what some of it might be.  i need to know You can handle whatever i can throw at You because i don’t know what i have to throw.  i need to be able to open my bag of crap for You to see inside and know You won’t look at me horrified and run away.  i need to know You can handle it.

A female is not vulnerable when she lies naked.  She is not vulnerable when she is lies tied and naked.  A female is vulnerable when she opens that bag of crap and lets You look inside.

Can You handle all that?  Can You look in my bag and not shudder?  Can You not only accept i have that bag, but take it from me and still find me acceptable?  

That is what all submissives secretly desire.  That is what will get You a devoted, loving submissive or slave.