credit cards and shopping

ALL CREDIT CARDS ARE VALID
  • if you’re a credit card past its expiry date YOU ARE VALID
  • if you’re a credit card which has gone over its allowance YOU ARE VALID
  • if you’re a credit card that works perfectly YOU ARE VALID

fuck you target for rejecting my card and saying it isn’t valid, ALL CREDIT CARDS ARE VALID. last time i shop at your store

On Love: Agape | Welcome to the Madness

Yurio: Slayed

My edges: snatched

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Spoiled || R.B.

Word Count: 1875

Pairing: Ross x reader

Summary: Coming from a rich family, you never had to work a day in your life until you met Ross. After a confrontation with him, he makes you work for your orgasm by riding his thigh.

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, blowjobs, dirty talk, rich!reader, spoiled brat!reader

Requested by @faee12 : “Omg can you do a imagine with Ross and thigh riding”

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Also, listen to Blackbear’s new album while listening to this preferably I miss the old you and make daddy proud trust me it makes it 100x better.

To be blunt, you were so happy that your family was rich. Your father was the CEO of a multi million-dollar company and your mother was a New York Times bestselling author. Put together, your parents made more than you could spend in ten lifetimes. This caused you to never have to work a day in your life.

As a child, you had a personal maid, Carla, who picked you up from your private school that your parents paid a lot for, made you your favorite snacks, and anything else you wanted. She would also read you to sleep at night since your parents were never home due to business meetings or events they had to go to. Carla became like you second mother, she taught you about boys and periods and other things a mother figure should teach you.

When you moved to middle school, you started to hang out with other rich families. You would hang out with the other children while your parents would talk business. You would brag about the latest electronic your daddy had just bought you just like the other kids. Your parents always wanted you to be better than all the other kids so they would spoil you with whatever you asked for and even what you didn’t ask for.

It reached a whole new level when you went to high school. Your mother hired you a tutor, but he would never teach you, but just do the work for you. You never said anything though, it was just work you didn’t have to do. You started to go with your parents to fancy parties and events which was your favorite since you got to go shopping for a new dress. Your daddy never gave you a price limit when you went shopping; he had given you a credit card in middle school and it had never been declined so you thought it didn’t have one.

You mother would set you up with boys from other rich families. All the children of rich families knew what happened when your parents would set you up. It was like an unspoken code. You would go to the event, laugh, dance and have a great time because you knew when the party was over you would go home with your date and things would get hot.

The only thing that changed when you moved to college is you stopped hooking up with the local rich boys and moved on to the frat boys. You went to parties every weekend, got shit faced, and on occasion hooked up with someone in the spare room. The school’s staff knew your parents so you never had to worry about your grades, but your father still hired you a tutor who just wrote your essays and took your tests for you.

When you got out of college, you had no idea what you wanted to do with the rest of your life but again you didn’t worry about it. You became a public figure and the face of brands who paid you a lot of money just for an Instagram post or to show your face at a party. You met Ross Butler on one of these brand deals. You were at a showing party of the new Netflix original show, Thirteen Reasons Why.

One of your girlfriends had introduced you to him, and when you made eye contact, you were instantly infatuated. He had this sex appeal that he carried around but he acted like he didn’t have it. When you flirted with him, it’s like he didn’t notice and he never flirted back. You were utterly confused since men had always shown interest in you.

It wasn’t until the third time you had hung out that you finally blurted out, “Do you not find me attractive? I have a been flirting with you nonstop since we met and all I have gotten back are a few compliments and one hug goodbye.”

He was shocked when you had confronted him like that. He just sat there with his mouth open, eyebrows scrunched, and stuttered, not being able to get a full sentence out. You got up in a huff and stormed out of his house. You were frustrated and angry that he had pulled you along like that since he was the one to invite you. You decided to treat yourself to a few new shoes to help calm your nerves.

It was about a week later when your butler had notified you that Ross was at your door and he wanted to talk to you. You really wanted to know what he had to say after he had basically turned you down. You had opened the door with a bitch face, “What do you wa-“ you started to say before Ross had rushed in and pushed you against the wall opposite to the door.

He had his hands on either side of your head and you could feel his breath on your face, “Princess, you have never had to work for anything in your life,” He paused and pressed his body against yours, “but tonight that’s going to change.”

The idea of working for something had never excited you like it did tonight. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding and your heart started racing when he led you to the living room by your wrists.

He plopped down on a black leather chair in the corner of the room. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and dark jeans with his legs spread out. He ran his hand up your leg which was exposed because you were wearing a silk nightgown with lace details. He held eye contact as his hand went higher up your thigh until he grabbed your butt.

“I’m not going to do anything, but sit here, baby girl, so get to work if you want something.” He teased as he took his hand off you and leaned all the way back in the chair. You looked at him with your eyebrows raised as to say, are you serious, and he crossed his arms over his chest and challenged you with his eyes.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes as you straddled his lap. You rubbed your hands up and down his chest and you pressed down your core onto his. You brought your lips to his neck and peppered kisses from his jawline to base of his neck where you settled on his collarbone and started to suck. You lightly grazed your teeth over the mark you made and he let out a raspy groan.

You started to fumble with the button of his jeans when he grabbed both of your wrists in his hand to stop you, “Did you not hear what I said? Princess, you’re going to have to work for your orgasm.”

You were confused for a second, not knowing what he meant. It wasn’t until he patted his thigh that you knew what he wanted you to do. You let out a huff as you moved to straddle one of his legs. You held eye contact as you started to rock back and forth. The roughness of his jeans making your eyes roll back as it contacted your bare core.

“I wish you could yourself right now, using my thigh to get yourself off.” His hands went to your hips and pressed down so more pressure would be on your clit. You let out a loud moan and your hands went to his chest to steady yourself.

“Fucking ride my thigh like the spoiled brat you are. Daddy can’t buy you out of this one, can he?” He teased. You started to move faster on his thigh as you felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck, keep talking.” You managed to get out between pants.

“Baby girl likes when I talk? Of course, you do, you can’t do anything yourself, can you? I bet no one has ever made you work for anything so this must be hard for you, do you want my help?”

“Yes, please.” You begged as you felt the knot getting tighter.

“Ha, have you not listen to a word I’ve said? Fuck your daddy needs to pay for a better education if you don’t understand by now that I’m not going to touch you at all tonight.” He laughed while you gave him a desperate look.

“Oh, is the brat close to her orgasm?” He teased, “Come on come for me.”

You made eye contact with him as your orgasm took hold of your body and you collapsed on Ross’s chest as your body convulsed with the earth-shattering orgasm. You never felt anything like that before and it felt ten times better than your best orgasm.

“Princess, you’re not done.” He held you up and pushed you down to the floor in-between his legs. You knew what he wanted and you started to feel more comfortable because this was your forte.

You were still recovering from your orgasm as you ran your hands up and down his thighs skipping over the spot he needed you most. He let out a groan and mumbled, “Don’t tease me, princess”

You giggled as you unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his thighs. You peppered kisses all the way from his bellybutton to the band of his boxers while rubbing him through his boxers. He let out a muffled cuss word and put his head back on the top of the chair.

You pulled his boxers down and his dick sprang up and hit his stomach. You looked at him hungrily as you licked a bold line up his shaft to his tip where you took it into your mouth and sucked lightly. He grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pushed you down onto his erection. You took as much as you could into your mouth as he hit your gag reflex, your eyes started to water as he kept you there for a couple of seconds.

When he finally let you come back up, you were gasping for air but you went right back to his dick and started to swirl your tongue around the tip. When he started to let out a groan, you stopped and took your mouth away and continued to jerk him off with your hand.

He gave you a warning look as you connected your lips with his dick again and took a good amount of him into your mouth. He started to buck his hips up into your throat and you knew he was close. You paid attention to the underside of the tip with your tongue and your hands went to his balls where you played with them.

“Fuck, princess, your mouth feels so good. Keep going, I’m close.” He grunted. It wasn’t long before he shot his load into the back of your throat and you had no choice but to swallow it.

He looked down at you and smirked, “Working for it makes it better doesn’t it baby girl.”

You giggled and looked down with a small nod. He knew it had been as amazing for you as it was for him.

a/n- I know this isn’t relatable at all but oh well its what I wanted to write so. Also, tell me what you think about this in my inbox! I love hearing your feedback! Thank you guys for 1k I love you so much omg!

Maid of Honour snaps and nearly takes out our wedding so I start a campaign against her.

(warning: the story might be fake / made up but still a good read)

My wife had a best friend who we will call Susan. I never particularly liked Susan but she was my wife’s best friend, not mine so I just kept my distance and let her have her girl’s days whenever she asked.

My wife eventually asked her to be the maid of honour at our wedding. After doing a poor job (missing the dress fittings, not planning the bachelorette party, and frankly just plain not helping) I wound up asking another bridesmaid to step in, which she did to great success.

Later on at a party Susan had a few drinks and told us all what she really thought about us. We assumed it was drunken ramblings and ignored it but the next day instead of apologizing she told us how we were bad friends and she no longer wanted to be in the wedding. This started a chain reaction which ended in over half of our wedding party leaving because of her side of the events.

My wife was already stressed about the wedding and this broke her. I channeled my anger into the more productive route of fixing the wedding party and mending friendships and thankfully the big day went off without a hitch.

Once the day was over and gone I finally was able to figure out what happened and realized that she had been spreading rumours about us amongst our friends in an attempt to ruin our wedding. Some of the highlights being how she was worked to the bone for her friend’s wedding, was spending a fortune to help us out without getting a single thank you, and how she didn’t think we were in love and were only doing it to get the wedding gifts.

Mess with me if you want but mess with my wife and wedding and the gloves are off. If she wanted to mess with my relationships then I would mess with her career.

  1. Susan was a hypochondriac so under the guise of mending fences I took to social meeting to suggest taking days off to heal whenever she was under the weather. End result: exhausted sick days
  2. Susan was lazy and frequently took personal days which were well documented on social media. I did some freelance social media for her boss causing her to stumble upon these posts. End result: unhappy boss
  3. Susan was a bit of a shopaholic so a mutual friend offered to be my double agent and went with her on various shopping sprees. End result: mounting credit card debt
  4. Susan had recently lost quite a bit of weight. I hooked her boyfriend up with some great restaurants and an account with just eat. End result: she gained back all the weight and then some
  5. Susan had used our address for some paperwork resulting in us receiving a lot of letters including one important license related one. I contacted her boyfriend (who was notoriously unreliable) to tell her about it and wasn’t surprised when she called me in a panic a month after the due date asking to pick it up which I happily obliged. End result: several fees related to the license and a lot of paperwork
  6. Bonus Susan also had a habit of talking about private issues at work, complaining about her boss, and telling people how useless her coworkers were. Thanks to her company’s new social media presence these were no longer exactly private. End result: General pariah in her industry

Susan was let go not long after I started my witch hunt against her and has since moved back in with her parents who are less than approving of her party antics and inability to keep a job.

My wife still occasionally wonders what happened to her remaining completely oblivious to my revenge.

In An Instant: Part Ten (END)

Summary: A romantic comedy about what happens when love literally falls through your window.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Ash (aka me), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark

Warnings: Language, general gross cuteness, some angst, bad writing, bad storylines, possible cheating, but mostly major fluff and feels

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: I’m finally wrapping up this series. It didn’t quite go the way I had anticipated but I enjoyed it. Thank you to all of you extremely patient people who followed along with me. I’d love to hear what you thought of the series as a whole and what I should/shouldn’t do in future series. I love you all. Special thanks to my babe, @sebbytrash, for reading through this for me. I love you.

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When you awoke that Saturday afternoon, a mere three weeks since you met the life ruiner, Bucky Barnes, your heart literally hurt. Who were you to stop a wedding? You barely knew this guy. There was nothing you could do.

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“As a white mother of two black children, three white children, who all have a white father, I have something to say.

Racism exists. It is real and tangible. And it is everywhere, all the time.

When I brought my boys home they were the cutest, sweetest babies ever. Wherever we went, people greeted us with charm and enthusiasm. Well, not all people and not everywhere. But, to me, they were the “wacko” exceptions. I thought to myself, “Get over it.”

Now my boys look like teenagers. Black teenagers. They are 13. Let me ask you these questions. Do store personnel follow your children when they are picking out their Gatorade flavors? They didn’t follow my white kids. Do coffee shop employees interrogate your children about the credit card they are using to pay while you are in the bathroom? They didn’t interrogate my white kids. When your kids trick-or-treat in, dressed as a Ninja and a Clown, do they get asked who they are with and where they live, door after door? My white kids didn’t get asked. Do your kids get pulled out of the TSA line time and again for additional screening? My white kids didn’t. Do your kids get treated one way when they are standing alone but get treated a completely different way when you walk up? I mean a completely different way. My white kids didn’t. Do shoe sales people ask if your kids’ feet are clean before sizing them for shoes? No one asked me that with my white kids. Do complete strangers ask to touch your child’s hair? Or ask about their penis size? Or ask if they are “from druggies”? No one did this with my white kids.

Did you tell your kids not to fight back because they will seen as aggressive if they stand up for themselves? Have you had to honestly discuss with your husband whether you should take your children to the police station to introduce them to the officers so they would know your children are legitimate members of your community? Have you had to talk to your children about EXACTLY what to say and not to say to an officer? Have you had to tell your children that the objective of any encounter with police, or security in any form, is to stay alive? It never occurred to me to have these conversations with my white children. In fact, it never occurred to me for myself either.

There is no question that my boys have been cloaked in my protection when they were small. What I did not realize until now is that the cloak I was offering them was identification with my whiteness. As they grow independent, they step out from my cloak and lose that protection. The world sees “them” differently. It is sweet when they are adopted little black boys so graciously taken in by this nice white family. But when they are real people? Well, it is not the same. And they still look like little boys. What happens to them when they look like the strong, proud black men I am raising?

The reason why the phrase All Lives Matter is offensive to black people is because it isn’t true. Right now, in America, my black children are treated differently than my white children. So when you say All Lives Matter as a response to the phrase Black Lives Matter you are completely dismissing the near daily experience of racism for those with pigment in their skin, curl in their hair and broadness of their nose.

I am posting this so you can see the reality I have witnessed and experienced, because, frankly, I didn’t believe it was true until I saw it up close, directed at two souls I love, over and over again. So, please, use this post as a pair of glasses to see the racism that surrounds you. Then we can actually make progress toward all lives being valued and cherished.”

– Kate Riffle Roper

The Gold Dress

Originally posted by ohskyefelicity

We found out yesterday from an old interview with Emily Bett Rickards that Oliver actually bought Felicity the gold dress Felicity wore in the Dodger episode. This is a little fic, Pretty Woman style, on how that came to be. It’s from Felicity’s point of view. On AO3 if you prefer.


“So we are all set for tonight right? I’ll get the jewelry piece and make sure it’s delivered to the auction and you and Digg will meet me there.” Oliver looked down at Felicity who sat in her chair in front of the computers.


“Right, except I’ll monitor things from here. You and Digg will be onsite.” Felicity turned back to her computers.


“No, I want you there.” Oliver stated firmly. “We need to track if the Dodger takes the bait and it would be better if you were on site.”


“I can do my job just fine from here.” She looked back at him over her shoulder. “You will have comms, it will be fine.”


“Felicity what aren’t you telling me? Why don’t you want to go?” He looked at her with such concern.

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Black Box

YouTuber!Au Series

Word Count: 2611

Genre: Fluff

(A/N): For this series, the scenarios will not be posted in age order of the members like we usually do, though we will still start with Coups here.


Los Angeles really was a beautiful city. Never before had you seen a city that could so seamlessly mix so many different cultures. And amongst it all, at the heart of all the diversity, was the same post-modern lifestyle that brought everyone together. You couldn’t imagine a more perfect place to go for your first proper vacation with your boyfriend of three years, Seungcheol.

You’d met him shortly before he started his ever-growing YouTube channel, meaning you got to be there for his growth, his lows, his highs; everything. And throughout everything, he stayed by your side too, never even laying eyes on any of those beauty vloggers that could easily have any man on YouTube they wanted. The both of you were so undoubtedly in love, his fans could even see it from the few videos of his you agreed to be in.

Seungcheol’s videos were mostly reviews of strange products he found online, random comedy rap songs, and the occasional gaming video (which are actually more like just him screaming then laughing when his characters die). They didn’t really give his audience any clues about his personal life, so whenever Seungcheol happened to do a more personal video, he’d usually invite you to be in it. You could tell he loved interacting with his fans and answering questions about himself. But, the Q&As got boring for him after a while. So, this time, he promised his fans something different.

Not only was Seungcheol visiting LA to collab with his friends Joshua and Vernon, he was also planning a relaxing getaway for the both of you, part of which he promised to vlog and upload to his channel.

“How could someone be so loving and considerate,” You thought as you lounged around in Seungcheol and your shared hotel suite, “And just… Perfect?”

It was still early afternoon and the sun hung highly in the crisp spring sky. The big windows in the living room of the suite allowed for the rays to illuminate the pristine hotel furniture. It was only your first full day there, so as you walked around to check out the room, you admired how beautiful the furniture and the wall art was. You could feel a pair of eyes on you, and you quickly turned around to discover that someone had been admiring you.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Your boyfriend asked you.

“The view is amazing, Cheol. I can’t believe you booked this room for the entire week.” You replied, still astounded by the scenery outside.

“Oh, I wasn’t talking about the view. Though, my view right now is pretty great.”

You walked over and playfully slapped his shoulder before scurrying away slightly and pulling your shirt down to below your butt, so he couldn’t see your underwear. With your back facing him, you could only hear his voice, but somehow you felt the smirk on his face.

“Hey,” Seungcheol laughed, “Need I remind you, that’s my shirt. If you stretch it too much I’m not going to want it back. Which, in all honesty, probably isn’t even a bad thing because it looks so cute on you.”

As you blushed at his comment, a pair of arms latched onto your waist and pulled you closer to their owner.

“When are you leaving for Joshua’s house?” You asked, tilting your head a bit to the side in order to hide your blush. But this only gave Seungcheol more access to the side of your neck, which he didn’t hesitate to pepper with little pecks.

“We’re meeting tomorrow,” He said, in between kisses, “Today is all about you.”

“Really?” You asked, turning to face him.

He placed a chaste kiss on your lips before answering, “Well, you and the vlog. I planned some sightseeing things for today so I figured I might as well just vlog that. I mean, who wants to see a twenty minute long video of us just sitting at the beach?”

“Hmm, good point,” You responded, “So then, what kind of sightseeing things are we and your camera doing today?”

“Well,” He began, laying his chin on your shoulder, “Joshua told me about this really great shopping neighborhood. We could walk around for a while in there, then I made a reservation at this really fancy restaurant.”

“Oh? How fancy are we talking?”

“Like, I wouldn’t even be able to afford a table if YouTube didn’t give me a bunch of money to blow on this trip.”

Eyes widening, you replied, “Wow, so what should I wear then?”

“I don’t know, maybe like a short, fancy dress?”

You nodded at his suggestion, trying to assess your options.

“I’ll have to check my black box to see what dresses I brought.” You said.

Seungcheol’s grip around your waste loosened and his eyebrows furrowed, “Black box?”

“Oh, sorry. I meant to say ‘my black suitcase’.” You explained.

He nodded, seeming quite weary, and withdrew his hands from you altogether. As you watched his hunched figure shuffle into the bathroom and close the door, you pondered why Seungcheol could have been so taken aback by your little mistake. Though, you quickly shrugged it off, as he came out again soon afterwards, looking perfectly fine. The both of you quickly forgot the whole incident and began getting ready to go.

-

“So if you guys want, when we get back to Korea we could do a little haul video.” Seungcheol remarked at his camera.

The two of you were leisurely roaming down the sunny streets of LA, as Seungcheol filmed himself and some of the sights he thought looked nice. He’d been blabbing on to his camera for quite a while. You tried to remain interested, but he was just talking about random potential video ideas, so your mind started drifting off. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a quaint yet expensive-looking chocolate shop.

“Wow,” You exclaimed, tugging on the sleeve of Seungcheol’s dress shirt, “That chocolate shop looks really cool!”

“Do you wanna check it out?” He asked with a cackle, admiring the way you were so excited by chocolate like a little kid.

“Yes! One more thing to put in the haul.” You joked.

With another giggle, he turned his attention back to the camera and stated, “Alright guys, we’re going to check out that little chocolate shop. I’ll find out whether or not we can film in there and if we can, I’ll see you guys inside the shop.”

He placed a hand over the lens and stopped recording, then used his free hand to hold yours as you led him into the store.

With the jingle of some bells, the both of you ventured into the little shop and as you began revering the chocolate, Seungcheol asked one of the employees if he was allowed to film inside. You couldn’t hear their conversation from where you were, but the skinny, snooty-looking cashier did not seem to be falling for Seungcheol’s puppy dog eyes. You could infer what happened as soon as Seungcheol returned to your side, shoulders hunched as he put his camera into his backpack.

“That guy was not having it.” He chuckled.

You snickered and returned to your admiring of the fancy chocolates, feeling an arm place itself on your shoulder.

Pointing at the chocolate covered cherries, Seungcheol said in awe, “Wow, those look delicious.”

“Would you want to get those?” You asked.

He nodded eagerly in response, earning slight giggle from you. Seungcheol called the snobby-looking employee back over to pack up the cherries.

“Ok sir, would you like those in a white or a black box?” Asked the employee.

“A… B-black box?” Seungcheol stuttered.

You couldn’t figure out why Seungcheol was so stunned by the words “black box”, but you could tell the employee was having the same thoughts.

“We’ll take them in the white box.” You interjected.

The employee nodded and began placing the chocolate covered cherries in the box. When he was done, he handed the box to your boyfriend, whose eyes were still wide with shock. Though, he managed to snap out of it long enough to take out his company credit card and pay for the chocolates.

As the both of you exited the shop, you couldn’t help but dwell upon the situation for a bit longer, thinking about earlier in the day too. Why was Seungcheol so awestruck whenever someone mentioned a black box?

Your thought process was interrupted by Seungcheol taking his camera back out and continuing to talk about the chocolate shop. This time, you were left unable to zone out as he opened the box and fed you a cherry. He then proceeded to tell his viewers about the fancy dinner reservations he made for later on, and explained that that was the reason why you were both dressed so nicely.

After another two hours of walking around and shopping in the random stores you’d come across, Seungcheol called the both of you a taxi to take you to the restaurant.

-

“Choi, party of two.” Said Seungcheol to the maitre’d, subtly trying to out-fancy him by using an abnormally deep voice and fixing his tie.

After checking his book, the maitre’d stepped out from behind his host stand and gestured, “Follow me. I’ve an excellent table for the both of you.”

As the bony old man led you to the table, you could see that he was right. The table Seungcheol reserved was on the balcony of the restaurant, right next to the fence. From your seats, you both could see the majestic skyline of the city, in the glorious sunset lighting.

“Oh my gosh, Cheol.” You gasped as you admired the breathtaking scenery.

Pulling out your chair for you, Seungcheol replied, “It’s amazing, isn’t it? Kind of like you.”

As he shuffled to his own seat, you playfully smacked his shoulder for being cheesy.

“You’re so corny. It’s a good thing you’re cute to balance it out.” You admitted.

“Hey, you don’t mind if I vlog some of this, do you? I talked to the manager on the phone a few days ago and he said I could film here.”

“No, go ahead. This place is so beautiful, your fans should see it too.”

“Thanks, (Y/N). I must be the luckiest guy alive to be able to spend my time with someone as understanding and stunning as you. But, don’t worry, I’ll only vlog the food and a little bit of us talking.”

You blushed at his compliment as the waitress arrived and gave you both menus.

“Hello, I’ll be your server for tonight. May I start you two out with some drinks?” Asked the petite brunette.

“Do you have any recommendations?” Seungcheol asked in response.

“Well, if you’re looking for something virgin, we make fresh fruit smoothies in-house. In terms of alcohol, most everything on the menu goes very well with champagne or certain wines. My personal favorite would be the Black Box pinot grigio.”

You only nodded at the waitress’s suggestion, not really thinking much about the wine, since you didn’t plan on drinking.

You looked up from your menu momentarily to ask your boyfriend what he thought about the recommendation, only to find him looking very uncomfortable, his eyes opened almost comically wide.

“Uh, you can order whatever you want, (Y/N). I have to find a restroom.”

With that, Seungcheol scurried off, leaving you alone with the waitress.

“We’ll both just have water, I guess, and a strawberry banana smoothie for me.” You told the waitress, sending her your best smile through the worry you felt for Seungcheol.

The waitress hurried off and quite a while passed before Seungcheol returned to the table. You would have asked him what was wrong, but he looked like he was not in the mood to talk. He simply trudged over to his seat and opened his backpack, which he’d placed right next to the chair. He looked through its contents for a moment then grabbed his camera and placed it on the table, not uttering a single word the whole time.

He set up the camera so that it could capture the both of you and the view of the city.

Before he pressed record, he turned to you apologetically, “Sorry about that. The toilet was calling and my bladder could not help but answer.”

After winning a laugh from you, he chuckled to himself and began recording.

“Alright guys, so we bought a lot of cool stuff earlier but we stashed it all in the hotel room and now we’re at the restaurant!” He filled in his viewers.

“This place is absolutely amazing,” You chimed in, “It’s like I can see the entire city from up here.”

“And the decor is so fancy. I’m going to feel like a millionaire until our waitress is inevitably rude to us then we have to leave!” He joked.

The two of you burst into laughter, earning strange looks from the other fancy diners. Once you both managed to settle down, the waitress arrived with your drinks. You imagined that Seungcheol would probably ask you what you were drinking and have you explain it for the sake of the vlog, but instead, he covered the lens with a napkin.

“Hey, (Y/N), I wanted to talk to you about earlier.” He said.

You hastily put the straw in your smoothie then turned your attention to him, “What about it?”

“Well, um, it was kind of obvious that I had something on my mind. And I bet you thought it was weird how I always seemed to freak out whenever anyone said ‘black box’.”

“I did notice that, but I didn’t really think much of it.”

“Good, good. That’s really good.”

The conversation died down a bit, leaving the two of you in an awkward silence.

Seungcheol cleared his throat, “It was just because… For the whole day… I was carrying a black box.”

“What?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowing.

Seungcheol took the napkin off the camera lens and allowed it time to focus before talking again.

“I had a surprise planned for you, to show you here, so I was worried that someone had found out about it. But, I was just being ridiculous.” He said.

He paused again, leaving you to grow more and more nervous. But after a moment, his eyes darted down, at his own pants. He reached into his pocket and pulled out none other than a small, black box.

“(Y/N), you mean so much to me, and I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything or anyone else. You make me so happy, so, if you’ll accept, I’d like a chance to make you happy… Forever. Will you marry me?”

Seungcheol opened the box to reveal a ring. The band was white gold and the diamond was bigger than you expected. You looked from the ring to your boyfriend, his eyes beaming with anticipation. As you reached your hand across the table, it allowed for him to take the ring from the box and slide it onto your ring finger.

You couldn’t find any words to express how you felt about the situation. Instead of talking, you simply admired the ring on your finger and how it caught the gleam of the orange sunset.

You opted for a simple, “Yes.”

Seungcheol reached over to take your hand again and placed a delicate kiss on its backside. With the crisp California air and your fiancé’s loving grin, everything just felt perfect as the sun set on what was undoubtedly the best day of your life.

-Written by Admin Cali

Imagine Your OTP

cliche chaebol AU


A & B standing in a shopping centre

A (arrogant & rich) : *gives B credit card* *smirks* you can get anything you want, I’ll wait in the car

B : *stares at card, then stares at A, takes card and enters shopping centre* 


- 30 mins later -


B returns.

B : *returns card and receipts to A*

A : *reads receipts* are you serious, you used my platinum credit card to get a pair of H&M jeans and a beanie from TOPSHOP?!

Kuroshitsuji: characters in the 21st century

Grell: still a reaper but loves to spend time in various malls in the human world. She loves the fact that she is a bit more accepted for being herself in this century and she always steals Williams credit card to do shopping for the latest crimson trends tbh…

Undertaker: works in a morgue at some hospital and takes great pleasure in joking around by switching out bodies for various funerals… This is his modern version of fun…

Sebastian: volunteers at a cat shelter and hides it from Ciel (you know, don’t picture Ciel as 150 something just because it’s been 2 whole centuries…) he is still himself, only with an upgrade from butler into 21st century disguise…

Alois: immensely confused by why he isn’t an Earl anymore but he still enjoys shopping trips with Grell…

Claude: has gone off and made a contract with some delicious soul with a pathetic wish he can fulfill in a day. He will never go hungry again and he enjoys it…

William: looking for his credit card which Grell and Alois stole and blends in by feeding pigeons in the park…

Please fire me. A customer left his credit card on the other side of the register counter where I couldn’t see because he was in a hurry to get out of the store. He called corporate and said that I was the one that never gave it back to him because I was too busy “bullshitting with my coworker.” I was working alone that day. They gave him $500 worth of $25 gift cards to my store that he wanted handwritten to him, by me.

Be Okay - Karamel One Shot.

Her world stopped 6 months ago. Then it started spinning again, at a much slower pace, so slow it ached her heart. It was so slow, sometimes it didn’t feel like it was moving, and she relived that day again and again. Every night, she hoped she would fall asleep immediately without dreaming of him: on the other hand, she craved his presence so much she would’ve given everything she had to see him in her dreams, to hold him, to touch him, to talk to him again.
It’s not like everyone else’s world stopped.

Like for Alex.
Alex proposed to Maggie on the same night Kara’s world stopped: she was obviously over the moon for her sister’s engagement, but how could she really celebrate Alex finding the love of her life if she had just lost hers?
Selfish- Kara knew that, so she kept quiet.
Kara has been okay for 6 months. Kara was okay. That’s how she replied to her dear ones, whenever they showed their concern over her. She never stepped into the alien bar again, unless Supergirl had to save someone there; she was doing great at CatCo, she still butted heads with Snapper but, everything was great. Most of the days. Some days.
But she was Supergirl, right? She doesn’t bend or break. She had to be okay. Supergirl saved the world, everyone loved Supergirl, everyone praised Supergirl for saving National City from the Daxamite invasion, but Kara couldn’t stand hearing that word.
But she had to be okay, because she was Supergirl, and as a superhero, she must’ve been strong and never break. Then why did everyone around Kara treated her like she was about to crumble?

She hid the tears in her eyes with a laugh, she muffled the horrendous feelings she felt with a smile. She had to be okay, because if she wasn’t, it would’ve affected everyone else. And Alex..she couldn’t ruin Alex’s mood, she was the happiest she’d ever been, Kara could easily see that, she loved her sister too much to make a bad move and ruin everything, so she calculated her actions: the time for smiles, for jokes, silly stories, it was pretty believable. Kara didn’t know how long that farce would’ve lasted but…she would’ve kept it up until she could.
“Do you like this dress, Maid of Honor?”
“I love it!”
“You said it for every dress you’ve tried on, c'mon..what’s your favorite?”
“Alex, I’m serious, I like them all! Which one do you prefer?”
“Kara, you’re nerve wracking. Pick one.”
“The blue one.” She sighed, she just wanted that wedding madness to be over.
“Great! It would’ve been a mess if you didn’t pick up a dress three days before the ceremony.”
“Ha-ha.”
Alex’s phone rang twice before she picked it up.
“J'onn, I’m paying for Kara’s dress, can we tal– uhm, what? Emer- are you sure? Okay, I’m on my way.”
“Is everything okay? Do they need us at work?”
“No, no, it’s a minor thing, I can handle it.” Alex handed her credit card to the brunette woman and gave the shopping bag to her sister, before running away.


The big day had arrived, the ceremony was very intimate, less than 20 people were in attendance, mostly colleagues of the two women. Maggie wore a suit, with a dark blue tie, her eyes lit up as soon as Alex entered the room, Kara could sense the love the two soon-to-be wives shared with just one look; Alex deserved all the love in the world and Maggie’s love was pretty close to that amount. During the vows, sobs could be heard all over the place; it wasn’t a easy road for them, Kara remembered how she stood by Alex’s side in what was probably the hardest period of her life, figuring herself out. Yet she got the happiest of the endings.
Kara couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever find hers. She surely felt the happiest in the months she shared with him, she thought it was ridiculous how much a single person could have had such a great impact on her life, he changed everything, he turned her world upside down, he made her see things she had never seen before, he made her feel things she had never felt before, and she thought she wouldn’t ever feel such things..until he literally fell into her life. Kara had dreamed about finding that kind of love that makes you wanna laugh, cry, yell, jump, lie down, and she did find it. But she had lost it too.

Before she realized it, he was gone. But she had to be okay, she tried to suppress every thought of him, she could barely mention his name.
“It will get better.” She heard that sentence so many times, she almost believed it and repeated it to herself to get through the hardest days: that day was one of the hardest, undoubtedly.
Kara threw herself over the food, avoiding long conversations, trying to ignore the sappy songs the band was playing. Alex used to hate that music, yet, look at her, she was smiling so big, with tears of joy filling her eyes, swinging with her lover in her arms. Love could really change people, being in love, giving love, taking love, ripping love.. that was her case.
Kara’s love arrived so suddenly and unexpectedly, and it was ripped away in the same way. What she felt for him was so profound, she laughed at the idea of feeling anything slightly close to that for somebody else; what they shared was an unbreakable bond, and now that they were apart, she felt a thread pulling her to him, but she couldn’t move, she feared that that tie could’ve been broken. What if he never came back?
That question creeped in the back of her mind, like a monster under a child’s bed, she knew it was there, but she couldn’t fight it. Having superpowers is pointless when your own mind is your biggest weakness, she thought.


“Alex, my beautiful sister-” Kara stood up with a glass in her hand “-and Maggie, you amazing woman, I’m so glad that you two found each other. Maggie, you make my sister the happiest person on Earth, and I’m eternally grateful to you for that, and I know how you would do anything to protect her, literally. I don’t– I know love is hard, finding love is hard, being together is hard, balancing that with a job that puts you in danger everyday is hard. But you kept fighting for it, that’s the most important part..you never let each other go..and you made it..to your happy ending. In a world full of sadness and negativity, you give me hope. You showed me that no matter how many–how many obstacles you will go through, you will overcome them, because you’ll stay at each other’s side. R-ride or die, right? I’m thankful for having you in my life. I love you.”
At this point Kara went to hug the two women, her tears falling on their shoulders. She had reached her breaking point.
She wasn’t okay. She wasn’t okay.
“I’m proud of you, Kara. I love you.” The older sister held the younger like in one of those nights, when she first arrived on Earth, she had recurring nightmares and she felt alone and..lost.


Kara felt an electric shock, going through her bones and skin: there was a shift in the air, she thought it could’ve been the sense of peace coming after releasing all the emotions she had bottled up for months, but something in the atmosphere had changed. She closed her eyelids, but she felt her sister turning around, pulling away.
“Kara..”
She heard that voice. His voice.
Her eyes opened quickly, making sure that it was a mirage but..she saw him. Standing in front of her.
Everyone was staring in his direction, so it probably wasn’t an hallucination. She stepped closer to his silhouette, slowly and carefully, almost afraid that a wrong move would’ve made him disappear.
He didn’t move, he was just looking at her with expectancy, she hadn’t reacted. She recognized those eyes and she touched his face. “Mon-El?” Kara hadn’t pronounced those two syllables out loud for so long, her lips felt a weird sensation.
His palm touched hers on his cheek, her knees felt weak; “H-how?”
He gave her a weak smile and she didn’t even let him reply. She just sobbed into his strong arms, burying her face in his neck. Her necklace was still there. Kara knew there was a bunch of (confused) people around them, but she couldn’t care at all. Mon-El was back with her. She was okay. She was more than okay.


“Please, tell me I’m not dreaming.” Kara whispered through the tears. “Because I feel your arms around me.” She chuckled bitterly, thinking about the dreams she had about him.
“This isn’t a dream.” He cupped her face smiling, resting his forehead on hers like always.
Somebody started clapping and she hated it: but at least it made it real, Mon-El was with them.
Kara grabbed his hand and led him out of everyone’s sight, still in complete shock, with tears streaming down her face.
“How did this happen? The lead in the atmosphere..are you okay?”
Every question was followed by a touch, just to be sure, again, he was really there.
“I am okay. Well, when I went away..I got into a portal that got me to the 31st century. A group of heroes helped me find a cure to get back to you, and in the meantime..I became the hero you thought I could be. I helped them saving the world multiple times, I’ve been called a hero multiple times, but you were my inspiration behind all of that. You were in my heart the whole time, and you helped me get through my weakest times. I know it’s been 6 months for you.. But it’s been almost 2 years for me. Yet..nothing changed.” He touched her blonde hair, while she processed all the information she got in such a short time.

“So, you aren’t allergic to lead anymore?”
“Nope.” He took a deep breath.
Kara threw herself in his arms and Mon-El picked her up to spin her around. “When did you arrive, though?”
He scratched his chin, “3 days ago, but I didn’t want to go to you immediately..I didn’t know if you moved on, and..”
“Mon-El.. how could I move on? I love you. Even if now I’m mad at you for hiding for three damn days? Where did you go?” She playfully hit his arm, but her eyebrows shot up.
“I went to the DEO first, praying that you wouldn’t have been there, but I found out that you were out shopping for the wedding. I can’t even lie, I almost thought that you were the bride. I felt so relieved when J'onn told me that Alex was getting married, I’m so so happy for them..” He chuckled lightheartedly. “I explained that I didn’t want to see you right away, he called Alex, and we set up a plan.. I stayed at Winn’s place. And here I am.”
“Wow. This is..unbelievable. These months..were hard. It was like I was surrounded by a wall of glass, I could see everyone’s joy but I couldn’t take part in it. I can’t even comprehend how you could do this for almost 2 years.”

“I had hope, you taught me to be hopeful. I knew that everything would’ve been alright.”
“I hated this sentence for all these months, who would’ve thought that they were right, after all?” Kara smiled, truly, her lover mirrored her expression.
“Kara..” Their fingers intertwined on her flowy dress.
“Mon-El?”
“I really need to do something.” His voice lowered, Kara felt shivers.
“What?”
“I really need to kiss you, or I’ll go crazy. May I?”
Kara cupped his face and simply replied with her lips on his, it tasted like the oxygen she felt missing in her lungs, it tasted like happiness. It tasted like a happy ending, or better, a brand new happy beginning.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you even more.”
“It’s good to say it when neither of us are crying.”
“It feels really good.” Kara laughed and hid her face in the crook of his neck, she missed being this carefree and..happy: like that Dopey grin, butterflies in her stomach happy.


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AND HERE IT IS! 😁😁 I hope I can write some more content for the fam during this hiatus, but finding inspiration is pretty hard.😪 I know it’s not the best, but I tried and I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think in my inbox or in the reblogs maybe, love you allllll!😘😘😘❤❤

Congratulations {Feyre/Tamlin}

To start, I want to say that this is NOT a Feylin piece. It is very much the opposite!

This is based off THIS prompt I was given for the song “Congratulations” by Rachel Platten. It was submitted by @sparkleywonderful! Go give that a listen if you’d like and enjoy! If you have a song or idea you’d like me to write, drop it in my inbox!


He sat in the back of the quiet coffee shop where they met, almost three years ago to the day. The bouquet of red roses was resting on the table between the two identical soy lattes and he smirked, looking at them, thinking the day and location she’d chosen for this conversation meant she was finally ready to pick up where they’d left off two months ago. He heard the bell above the door jingling its familiar toll and he turned his head, looking for the girl whose heart he’d stolen all those months ago.

But he was saw a woman.

Gone was the timid girl he’d last seen as she ran down the long driveway leading away from his home.

Gone was the girl who would take his random bouts of rage and apologize later, as if it were her own fault.

Gone was the girl who had allowed him to go too far, who he had put his hands on.

She had gained weight, but on her slim build, it had only made her more curvaceous: the grey pencil skirt was clinging to her hips where it hung limply before; the white button down was almost straining across her breasts, which had grown fuller. His eyebrows rose as he looked at her, as he became hungry for her once again. His eyes dragged up her body, from head to toe.

And that’s when he noticed the box tucked under her arms.

He stood to greet her, to kiss her as he always did, but she dodged his lips, leaning down to rest the box on the chair next to him, the chair he had intended for her to sit in. She didn’t even give the red roses a second glance.

“I ordered your coffee,” he said, when she still hadn’t made a move to sit. She dragged her eyes to the tan liquid in the white porcelain mug.

“I appreciate that, but I take my coffee black, with two sugars.”

His eyebrows raised again. “Since when? You’ve always drank soy lattes.”

With an exasperated sigh, she sat down in the chair opposite him, across the table, and much too far for his liking. “Since always, Tam. I’ve always drank black coffee. You drink soy lattes, so you always ordered me soy lattes.”

His brows scrunched together in confusion, but before he could speak, she continued.

“You said you were free the whole day today, right?”

“I cleared my schedule for you, babe,” he said, flashing her that golden smile that once made her heart melt. She had to fight a shudder as the same smile now made her skin crawl.

“Can I come over?” She asked, reaching for the latte, even though she’d just all but stated she wouldn’t drink it.

He took a sip of his own coffee, resting back in his chair. “Of course.” His eyes fell to her top again, where the buttons were straining against her cleavage. She clearly hadn’t been shopping since she left him, not with the way her clothes were fitting her now. And she clearly wasn’t working out now that he wasn’t there to stay on her case about it either. He’d have to fix both of those things. He’d send her out with his credit card first thing tomorrow to shop and would have a personal trainer waiting at the house when she came home.

She took and drink of her coffee and scrunched her nose at the artificial sweetener he had loaded into the beverage. She set the cup down on the table between them. “Good. This,” she said, laying her hand on top of the black box, “is everything you left at my apartment.”

He had the unfortunate timing of taking a drink right as she spoke and as he coughed, the drink sprayed over his crisp, white dress shirt. “Excuse me?”

She stared him directly in the eyes. Blue-grey met green in a stare down for the ages. After a moment, he blinked and looked away, attempting to mop the mess he’d made up with a stack of napkins he grabbed off a nearby table.

“This box is full of all of the things you left in my apartment. Toothbrush, razor, watches, clothes, iPad, laptop, all of it. I’ll be following you to your house to get all of my things.”

It was at that moment he glanced over his shoulder, towards the parking lot, to the exact spot he knew her car would be in, and it was. But beside it, sat a large, black truck. And inside, he could make out three male bodies and lots and lots of boxes. He looked back to her.

“What the hell is going on here, Feyre? I thought you wanted to talk about us, about what happened?” He wanted to explode with rage, but he couldn’t. That is what had led them to this meeting.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “We’re through, Tamlin.”

“We’re through?” He said, his voice beginning to rise, and she threw a couple quick glances around the shop to make sure no one was watching. They weren’t, but she knew they would be by the end of this ordeal. “We have one little fight and you’re done? Three years down the drain?”

“It was more than a ‘little fight’, and you know it, Tam. You put me in the hospital for five days. I didn’t press charges and I came home, but then you locked me up. I’m not an animal and I’m not your pet.” The rage beginning to boil beneath her skin was completely foreign to her, but she was relishing in it. “Did you know that they had to give me nutrients through an IV in the hospital? They said I was severely underweight.”

He scoffed. “That’s nonsense, you looked fine. You could stand to lose a couple pounds now, honestly.”

She only stared at him, mouth agape. “I can’t believe after everything, you still think you can say that to me.”

He reached across the table and attempted to take her hand. She slid it beneath the surface and held it in her own. He closed his in a fist and rested it on the tabletop. “I love you, Feyre. And that’s the only reason I tell you things like that, because I want us to be open and honest with each other. I want you to be the best version of yourself.”

Sighing through her nose, she closed her eyes and shook her head. “You really believe it, don’t you? You think you’re innocent in all of this.”

He said, “I mean, I know I’ve lost my temper a couple of times, but I would say the blame is pretty equally ours.”

Shaking her head, she stood, leaving the roses and the box where they were. “You continually tore me down, Tam. You made me feel like shit about myself so I would have to come running back to you to hear something good. You were a perfect gentleman in the beginning, but I don’t know what happened to you,” she paused, pulling her purse over her head and resting it on her shoulder. “I’m going over to your house. I’m getting all of my stuff and I will leave the key on the kitchen counter.”

He stared up at her and reached for her hand once again. “We can talk this out, Feyre.”

She stepped back and said “I really don’t think you get it, so I’ll put this in simple terms: I’m done, Tamlin. I won’t let you push me around anymore. I’m going to save myself, and cut you out of my life. You went too far last time.”

She turned and began to walk away. He stood and followed after her, yelling. “I made you! I’m the one who put your name out there! Before you met me, you were a no-name artist with a few paintings hanging in a coffee shop!” He gestured to the shop behind them as they crossed the threshold and stepped into the afternoon sun.

She spun on her heel and was in his face, causing him to take a step back. “And I am grateful for all that you have done for me, Tam. But now? You don’t own me.”

He watched as she got in her car and pulled away, the truck following behind. He didn’t want to be there with them, didn’t want to see the boxes of things leaving the home they shared together. So he sat the shop, going through the box she’d brought for him, and after a few hours, he gathered himself up and drove home.

The door was locked, the alarm was set and the lights were off, save for the one above the kitchen table. He set his keys on the table by the door and walked into the kitchen, heading for the small nook where he would now eat his meals alone.

Her key was resting next to a folded up letter. Ignoring the former, he picked up the piece of paper and opened it. In her neat script, in the center of the page, was written: “Congratulations, you tore my heart out. I hope you got what you wanted.”

Who doesn’t know that, you want to buy something, but you are broke or you can’t afford it! Here are my tips to save money so you can buy the thing you desired for a long time or for a trip!


  • Don’t buy a phone with contract, that’s extremely expensive! For exemple, you want an iPhone and you absolutely need a flatrate/data plan, buy it separately! You can’t afford to pay your phone once, pay every month 35 €, more or less, the more you pay per month, the more relieved you will be financially. Most of the electronics shops offer 0% interest, since it’s a small credit. You need a data plan or similar contracts, buy a prepaid card and it top it off when you need it. You will save so much money, because prepaid cards are way cheaper than contracts. Here is an exemple: most of the high end phone contracts with data plan and stuff costs around 35 to 50 €/month. Most of the time the contract last 24 months. If you pay 45,90€ a month, after 24 months it will cost you overall 1106 €. Depending how much you use internet/phone etc… You can save around 300 €.
  • Who still uses SMS/Phone, use WhatsApp or the dial function on WhatsApp (most of my friends uses whatsapp), you will save so much money on phone contract.
  • If you a « light » data user when you are outside, search a provider that offers you free data in exchange you will have some ads. I use Netzclub (German provider, it’s cooperating with O2). They offer 100 MB. Sometimes I top it off to have 500 MB (around 6-7 €). I pay most of the time 15€ every 6/8 months.
  • Pick out carefully your clothes , where you know you will never get bored with it + it’s awesome for the environment + you will have more storage in your room. Invest in « good quality » clothes, with that I mean mostly clothes made with « cotton », they last forever!  I have clothes that I wear since 6-7th grade (not kidding), good pair of jeans/cardigans/shirt… Don’t buy cheap clothes (like Primark, similar shops) They don’t last you forever, imo, the style is awful, of course there are some good stuff at Primark, but it’s rare, check if it’s cotton etc. Buy your clothes only when it’s « sales time », most of the items will not go away, also applies for the size (@shops like Zara, Mango etc.)
  • When you go out, you don’t need to buy something to eat or drink all the time, organise a picnic with your friends or bring your own food if you don’t eat at the canteen in school, you will save up your lunch money for other stuff . Have always something to snack or a bottle of water with you.
  • Buy everything online, it’s way cheaper! Especially clothes & make up (not always, mostly high end stuff), way cheaper than in store! Brand shoes like Doc Martens, Adidas etc… can get super cheap if you keep an eye on it: check Amazon, Asos, Urban Outfitters (I found Doc Martens for 40 € once, Nike for 5€, not kidding)
  • You don’t have a credit card, no problem use PayPal or a prepaid credit card!
  • Avoid shipping fees, by looking for the same product on other shops, most of the time the product I want to buy has like 4 € shipping fees on Amazon and on Ebay there is none + the product is cheaper!
  • Use sites that compare prices, some of them use the « alarming » system per mail to warn you when it’s reached it’s cheapest price.
  • If you are a student, living alone, keep an eye on food offers, their supermarket leaflets, buy your food at discounters, you will save a lot of money.
  • If you are an european student (it’s more the case in Germany), use your bike, you will save a lot of money on public transport + it’s awesome for the environment + it’s really healthy.
  • If you want to save money you need to be patient!

  • Take the Bus (if you have the time), they are super comfortable (imo), have WIFI (basically life…) & it’s way better than high speed trains (you don’t have a lot of place to stretch and you don’t have wifi). It is super cheap too. (I think it’s more established in Germany)
  • Compare the prices of high speed trains or regional train; same for flight tickets on the internet! (In Germany, there is this Sparpreis Ticket for the ICE, and you can save 60 - 100 € most of the time, but concerning the hours you have to be flexible)
  • Buy all your tickets/ do you reservations all in advance! It’s way cheaper.
  • Travel as light as possible if you can, you can save money on luggage at low cost airline (like Ryanair, Germanwings etc…)
  • Sleep at Hostels + where breakfast & dinner are included, you will save money on food while you are travelling and you meet a lot of nice people at Hostels. It’s a great way to make friends and learn to know the people there, so you will not do the typical tourist stuff.
  • Do your hostels reservations on websites like hostelworld/hostelbookers, where you pay a deposit, if you don’t have the money now, but later. You will pay in cash when you arrived or in case you can’t make it, you will have you deposit back (it depends what deposit you took).
  • If you want a calm environment or not share you room except with your friends, check Airbnb and split off the price of the accommodation with your friends(extremely cheap) or look at hotels where the price is for a room (3-4 max) and not per person, look at Ibis Hotel or Ibis Budget Hotel!
  • If you are sleeping at hostels, bring a padlock with you for your locker!
  • Buy an Interrail Ticket if you are travelling in different countries in Europe.
  • Try to combine Bus/Train if possible (ex: in Germany, Switzerland, Austria, UK, Poland etc.) you will save a lot of money there too.

I hope these tips were useful! I worked really hard on it. It would be awesome to hear your feedback, just send me a message!

Changes pt 3 - Scott McCall x Reader

Originally posted by tweenw

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Prompt: None!~ Just came to me brahh pt 3

Warning: Scott’s in the dog house!

ENJOY!!

*****

Scott sat next to you as you began fidgeting. His hand clamped around yours as a sign of encouragement and comfort which thankfully worked. Ever was gather in the living area as they waited for Scott to start talking. He looked you in the eyes as if asking your permission and when you nod giving him the green light he turned to the pack.

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