for doing my makeup and picked out my clothes

BEEP BEEP BEEP! you’ve already hit your alarm clock four times this morning - that’s 20 minutes….which means it’s time to wake up - time to leave for school?! oh ship, you’ve only got 10 minutes to get ready! but don’t worry, I’m here to get you through the morning ♡ listen to me and stay calm

for real, get out of bed. now.

don’t just stay snuggled up in your blankets - actually get out of bed! there’s a ton of stuff to do and so little time to get it done~

pack your bag the night before

the last thing you want to do after waking up late is taking time out of your morning to pack your bag. just do it right before you go to sleep. that way, you’ll have everything ready to go before you even wake up.

also prepare your clothes early

i don’t know about you, but i usually plan a week of outfits on sunday. it’s usually a v loose plan like: “oh, this week it’s gonna be colder than usual, so i’m gonna keep my dark jeans here, a cardigan here, and my long sleeved shirt here”. after that, i’ll pick out what i’m going to wear the night before since it’s easier and i’m less indecisive.

be-you-tiful

if you wear makeup, keep it to a minimum/no-makeup-makeup look. that is, stick to the tried and tested sunscreen/bb cream, mascara, and lipstick/gloss/tint. if you don’t wear makeup, don’t worry about it! (neither do i keke).

know your knots

whenever i’m in a rush but want to seem put together, i opt for the classic pony tail or bun. you could also go for a topknot, side braid, the works - they’re staples - you just can’t go wrong.

eat on the go

i know it may not be ideal for some people, but eating in the car really saves a lot of time. i’m probably the only one here who actually takes her bowl of cereal into the car with her, but it’s totally doable. or, maybe just grab a cereal bar. but please, please, please, do not skip breaky!

route right

if you’re running late to an event and you’re not familiar with how to get there, use your phone (google maps is a lifesaver, fyi) and type in the destination, route the way, and then exit the app. it’ll be there in the morning, either waiting for you to begin navigation, or under the ‘recent’ locations.

go get ‘em, tiger

get out there and carpe diem! run to class if you have to! skip the elevator and take the stairs to get to your workplace faster (unless it’s on the 72th floor - in that case, the elevator’s your best bet).

good luck!  so I’ve decided to continue with the “disastrous mornings” theme since it seemed to be a big hit, so here we are~

Flutter - Ch. 7

Oh Sehun/Reader
Genre: Fluff/Romance/Smut (eventually)
Word Count: 3,354


Previous Chapter


You woke up slowly, wiggling around in the soft bed and relishing the warmth before opening your eyes. You were slightly disappointed to find the bed empty next to you. You sat up, looking around sleepily when you heard a faint clatter coming from outside the bedroom.

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trans chlo and adrien
  • it’s the small things at first. 

  • they have playdates when they’re little. i like your dress, not-yet-chloe says. i wish i could wear it. and soon-to-be-adrien lets him try it on and he says it’s only fair if you try on my clothes too, you know, and when they play house, he’s the mom and she’s the dad and no one else has to know. when they’re pretending, she says you make a better princess than i would, anyway and he(?) rides that glow for weeks.

  • they tell each other before anyone else. they cry. they hug. they help each other pick out names. (i can’t have my best friend have a name that clashes with mine, oh my god. can you imagine if we picked the same name?? or had matching ones?! so embarrassing.)

  • do you think we’re doing the right thing?
    if i don’t do it, i will never feel happy.

  • can you say it again? one more time. 
    adrien. adrien agreste. adrien agreste is my best friend and i love him.

  • chloe’s just started middle school. and she’s chloe now, to the whole world. she’s chloe now and her dad doesn’t know exactly what to do, but he gives her free reign to jewelry and makeup and clothes and when she walks over to adrien’s mansion all decked out, she doesn’t realize how terrified she was until she sees him and everything feels better. 

  • 8th grade. he texts her as soon as he finishes coming out to his father. gabriel doesn’t hug him, doesn’t smile. just says, i’ll make sure to put you in the male fashion line for the next photoshoot then, disinterested and dismissive. and it’s a relief and a disappointment at the same time. adrien leaves wondering what he expected. but when chloe rushes in from his text and hugs him and shrieks i’m so fucking proud of you holy shit, he realizes this, this is what he wanted.
Under The Stars

A/N: Since it’s prom season, I decided to write a little something for it. Requests are open! Enjoy. - Emily

When I had decided to go on tour with Shawn during my last week of High School, I knew that I would be missing out on that one special night that most girls dream of going to. Prom.

Before I had even left, I would always hear the other seniors talking about what dresses they’re getting, who’s doing their makeup, who’s going with who, and how they were going to rent out a fancy limo just like in the movies.

Sure I was bummed out, but it didn’t really hit me until my friend groupchat started to send me multiple photos of their dresses, asking me for opinions and thoughts. Gladly, I responded with positive and honest comments. But I realized that I didn’t want to be giving those opinions anymore, I wanted to be the one asking others about my own dress.

Well that is if I even had one. Before my decision on leaving, Shawn knew that I had my eye on this one simple, red lace dress. He would see me scrolling through online websites on my laptop, and when he saw the red dress, he said it was very nice. But to me, it was gorgeous. I knew that it would fit my body perfectly, even if I hadn’t tried it on. I just knew I would feel beautiful in it.

Shawn had a show on the day of my prom, so I at least knew my mind could be somewhere else in the show, instead of feeling all sad about prom.

I was sitting on the leather couch inside the tour bus, Shawn was doing soundcheck at the moment, and I was waiting for him to finish up. I heard footsteps run up the steps and suddenly, Geoff appeared. He plopped himself down beside me and looked over my shoulder.

I had once again found myself looking at the same red lace dress online.

“That’s cute, planning on buying it?” He said as he raised his eyebrow. I turned to him and chuckled softly as I shook my head sadly.

“Nah, I’m just looking. It’s really pretty, huh?” I then clicked out of the tab and shut my laptop down, setting it aside.

Geoff took a sip of his water bottle, leaning back with me on the couch. He turned back at me and sighed.

“So why didn’t you go to prom? Prom happens only once in your life, and you chose not to go because of a concert?”

Looking down at my hands, I twisted the ring that Shawn had gotten me for my birthday. My shoulders shrugged in response. “I don’t know to be honest. Maybe it was because I hadn’t seen Shawn in so long. I wasn’t ready to let go again.” I whispered as I took a deep breath.

Geoff only nodded and bit his lip as he thought of his response.

“I get that. You both hadn’t seen each other in months. But a few more days wouldn’t have made a difference, Y/N.”

I stayed silent and leaned forward. It was true. Geoff was always honest with me. Always. Running my fingers through my hair in frustration, I sighed loudly and looked at him once again.

“Even if I had gone, who was I gonna go with, Geoff? Hell, my so called “friends” planned on going together without me either way.  They’ve been sending me pictures of their own dresses all day long.”

Geoff’s face fell and he frowned as he pulled me into his arms. He held me close as I started to let tears run down my face. I felt his hand rub my back slowly for a few minutes.

I had let everything I was holding in, finally come out. I hadn’t talked to Shawn about it because he was already so stressed out from tour. It would have just been another problem for him. Especially because I had a choice to come on tour with him.

Slowly, I pulled away from Geoff and wiped my teary red eyes. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear as I blushed softly, realizing I had just cried in front of Geoff for the first time.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“Don’t be sorry.” Geoff frowned as he gave me another hug.

4 Hours Later

It had been a while since I had seen Geoff, after our moment on the bus, I met up with Shawn again. He had no clue what had happened, and honestly, I hope it would stay that way. I didn’t want him to worry.

“Babe, I know you just got here, but I need to go out to this store. It’s really important! Go to our hotel room, and wait for me there. Yeah?”

I frowned in confusion, “What? Shawn, your show is in like 2 hours. Where the hell are you gonna go?”

Shawn shook his head and pecked my lips softly, “Don’t worry about it. Just meet me there later. Okay? I love you.”

Pecking his lips back as well, I sighed softly once again. I made my way to the hotel, quickly dodging any questions from fans. I just wasn’t in the mood to talk at that point.

When I unlocked the door to my shared room with Shawn, I noticed the lights were on. And I remember perfectly well that we had left them off before we headed out this morning.

“What the hell…” I whispered to myself as I walked in. As I got closer to the bed, I saw red petals sprawled out across the white comforter and on the floor. There was a black box sitting on the bed with a letter on top.

I smiled softly at the petals and picked a few up and let them go again, watching them fall to the soft bed.

I then picked up the letter and opened it, unfolding the letter, I immediately recognized the handwriting. It was Shawn’s.

“Dear, Y/N

I know how much you wanted this dress. It caught your eye since the first time you found it. This is a gift for you, baby. Try it on. I’ll be waiting for you at the concert.

Love, Shawn.”

Tears brimmed my eyes just like earlier and I cupped my mouth as I set the letter down. I pulled my hand away and opened the glossy black box, which revealed the familiar lace pattern I had admired for so long.

I gently pulled it out and smiled wide as my fingers traced the patterns. I set it back down, and started to pull off my clothes. I slid it on, and just as I expected, it fit perfectly.

The fabric hugged my body and slipped on a pair of nude heels that I had packed with me incase of any special events I had to attend with Shawn.

I then picked up my makeup bag that and decided to do the look I’ve practiced many times, which came out amazing every time. I figured I could go that way to the concert anyway, so I wouldn’t have to take it all off. I finally finished off with some clear gloss on my lips.

I walked over to the full mirror in the bathroom, and smiled widely as I looked up and down at myself. After a few minutes, I figured it would be best to put the dress away so I could wear it another day, and to not get it dirty. But I was very happy how it looked. Taking one last look at myself, I made my way back to my suitcase.

Before I could take it off, there was a knock on the door. Frowning, I opened the door and Geoff appeared.

“You ready to go? The show starts in 5 minutes.” He looked at me in the dress and smiled widely. “I see Shawn took my advice.”

I raised my eyebrows in confusion but then realized the time. I hadn’t realized the time had gone by so fast already. “Wait what? I can’t go with this dress”

“Nevermind, there’s no time. Let’s go,” Geoff ignored my comment and laughed, he walked into the room and grabbed the key, my phone and my purse. He gave it to me and we made our way to the car, heading to the arena where Shawn would be performing.

By the time we got there, Shawn was already on his fourth song. I had gotten many odd looks, especially from the fans. They all whispered and took pictures of me. I frowned a bit and then remembered I was still in the dress.

Shrugging lightly, I stood backstage with Geoff. He complimented me once again on the dress, telling me he had suggested the idea to Shawn.

“What idea are you talking about?” I asked, once again confused. All of a sudden, an uproar of screams rang through the venue. I looked around wondering what had happened, I felt Geoff pull me away and he lead me to the stage.

The screams got louder and I soon met Shawn’s eyes.

“Everybody, if you didn’t already know, this is my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N. She decided to skip her prom just to be here with us on this night. But I think Y/N should still have at least one dance. Don’t you agree?” Shawn spoke into his mic as he set his guitar down, the fans screamed in response and he grabbed my hand, kissing my forehead as he lead me to the middle of the stage. He nodded over to his band and they nodded back.

I looked around with a huge smile, everyone was recording this, and flashes were going off every few seconds. Suddenly, the lights dimmed down and one center light focused on Shawn and I.

The band had started to play “Like This”, the screams died down, and I felt Shawn’s arm snake around my waist. My eyes shifted to look at his and I saw his smile, he then looked back at the crowd. He turned us around so I wouldn’t look at the crowd.

“Just look at me, baby. I’m all yours right now.” he whispered into my ear as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Shawn I don’t know what to say…you even got a tux” I giggled as I finally realized his black tux. Shawn laughed softly and shrugged.

“I know you really wanted to go to prom, babe. This is the best I could think of.”

I ran my fingers through Shawn’s hair on the back of his neck, pressing my lips against his as my eyes slowly closed.

I ignored all of the cheers that came from the fans as we kissed. Smiling, I pulled away. Shawn then leaned in once again and pecked my lips softly as we swayed softly to the beat.

“Thank you for everything, Shawn. The dress….I don’t even know how you got it. But thank you.” I whispered as I leaned my forehead against his.

Shawn stayed quiet and pulled me in closer.

I looked at all of the fans waving their flashlights side to side, and then at the moon that shined brightly in the middle.

“I love you so much Y/N. I wish you would have told me earlier. But tonight, right now, it’s you and me under the stars.” He whispered back into my ear.

Fair-(Peter Hale)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Characters: OC, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Liam Dunbar, Malia Tate, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Peter Hale and (Y/N)

Pairing: Peter Hale x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale, Allison Argent x Isaac Lahey

Warnings: none?

Word Count: 1865

Summary: The pack don’t believe that Peter could possibly have a girlfriend, let alone be engaged, until said girlfriend crashes the pack meeting.

(A/N) wooo there’s some Sterek throughout this too, couldn’t help myself :)))

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// “The skirt is short on purpose.” //

“You need some dick,” Justin broke the silence of the living room.

“What?” I put down the book I was reading to look at Justin who was sprawled out on the couch across from me. He was still scrolling on his phone while I looked at him in confusion.

“You need to get some dick,” He repeated in the same monotone voice.

“And why do you say that?” I couldn’t help but laugh nervously.

“I love you, Y/N. But you need to get out there again,”Justin finally put his phone with a smirk.

“I don’t have to do nothing I don’t want to do, Bieber,” I rolled my eyes and opened my book again. I got out of my shitty relationship months ago and I am happy and capable on my own.

“No offense but if you’re going to be single, you need to be single and having a little fun. So we’re going out tonight,” Justin got up from my couch and started walking into my bedroom. With a sigh, I closed my book again and followed after my best friend.

“Aright so you’re definitely wearing this,” Justin threw a see through bodysuit at my face as soon as I entered the room. I tossed it on my bed and watched as Justin went through the rest of my closet.

“So you really aren’t giving me the choice to stay in tonight?”

“Nope. Go do your make up or something. I’ll have you looking right tonight,” Justin eyebrow quirked up at the lingerie set he found.

“Don’t even-“

“Go get ready, Y/N,” Justin laughed as he closed the closet door in my face.

“You’re so annoying,” I groaned but nonetheless I listened. Justin was right. I was dickprived, dickpressed, all of it. And I was going to get dick on this night.

I took a shower, did my hair and makeup and by the time I came out, Justin had the clothes he picked out laid on the bed. He chose the sheer body suit along with a push up bra, cut out pants, and thigh high boots. He did good. But instead of the the leggings, I switched them out for a black leather skirt I had yet to wear.

I looked like a meal and i planned to be eaten on this this night.

Clicking in my heels, after taking and posting my thirst trap pictures, I made my way back into the living room were Justin was waiting. At the sound of my boots, Justin looked up from the couch with wide eyes.

“That skirt…” Justin looked me up and down.

“It’s cute huh?” I did a spin then emptied out my purse to switch into my clutch for tonight.

“It’s… short. Really short,” Justin tilted his head to get a better look at my ass as I was bent over.

“The skirt is short on purpose,” I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah but…” He leaned over farther, “Like your whole ass is out. Maybe we could stay in or you could change?” Justin looked more than concerned at how provocative I looked.

“You’re the one that wanted me to enjoy looking good and belonging to no one so, let’s go get me some,” I moved to check myself in the mirror again and saw Justin watching me carefully through the reflection. “You good?”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go,” he spoke unconvincingly as he led me out my apartment.


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A Milky Way gave me breath - chapter 5

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4

Resume of the fic/imagine: Reader is new to Beacon Hills High School. Her first day starts very badly, and the panic rises. Chance or destiny makes sure that a person well-accustomed to panic attacks passes by at the right time.

But a Milky Way can’t take away all the stress… Or maybe…?

In this chapter: Finally it’s the date! Nothing bad can happen… right?

Word count: 2414 (yeah longer for the last chapter!)

Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warning: contains social anxiety, panic attacks, but fluff and supportive subject

A/N: finally, the final chapter! I made it longer, and hope y’all love the ending! I really enjoyed writing this story, and I’m happy that so many people like it too; I didn’t think it would be that popular! So since this story is done, I have more time for requests! And I’ll also write a void stiles fic!


It was the big day, and a mix of apprehension, fear, nervousness and excitement habited my whole body. The meeting was at 7 pm, in front of the cinema. It was only 5pm, and I was in front of my wardrobe trying to pick up a suit, for already 25 minutes. What should I choose? Simple, with my usual clothes a little big but comfortable? Remaining myself? Or take out my best clothes, those who haven’t seen the light since my parents wedding? A dress? A skirt? Jeans? A shirt?

I bit my lower lip, pensive and nervous, my foot tapping regularly on the floor. I had no idea what to put on. Besides, I had not started to do my hair. Should I put on makeup? But we’re going to see a movie, in the cinema, where the lights are off! It was useless to try making myself all pretty. Anyway, he was probably going to be more interested in the movie than me. And then, I was back to stress for nothing, like an idiot.

I sat on my bed, desperate, putting my head in my hands. I had tears in my eyes, I felt stupid to worry like that only for a date with a guy … a terribly cute and attractive guy, and oh how nice.

I blush just thinking about it. I got up, wiping my eyes to stare again at my wardrobe.

I made my decision.


The movie was starting at 7:30 pm, but we agreed to meet earlier in order to have good seats and popcorn. Faithful to myself and my fear of being late, I arrived an hour in advance. I decided to put on a pretty pale blue shirt with a simple pair of black jeans as an outfit. And for my hair, I decided to leave it natural.  I also put some light makeup on the edge of my eyes. So there I was, waiting in front of the cinema, the fear and the nervousness giving me very bad belly aches for almost an hour and this, while glancing at my cellphone to look at the time advancing, or If I had received a text message.

Time passed slowly, and the chill of the falling night shook me. I looked around hoping to see him arrive with his pretty smile, but the street was empty, except for the many people entering the cinema, laughing and holding hands. I watched them pass and sighed while consulting for an umpteenth times my cellphone, which was starting to seriously run out of battery.

19:50.

He was only 50 minutes late, and 20 minutes of missing movie, it wasn’t so bad … he was going to come, he promised me.

I put my arms against my body to warm myself. And the time went on, without any trace of the Milky Way boy anywhere. The sky was covering with menacing clouds and the moon disappeared beneath them.

Then the rain fell hard, something I hadn’t seen for ages. It is true that it often rained at Beacon Hills, but each time I do everything not to go out. I hate rain, I found it cold and sad.

20:36.

I closed my eyes with tears running down my cheeks. He wasn’t coming. Why would he come anyway…?

My hopes melted like a candle under the heat of a flame. And despite my hatred for the rain, I went out my shelter to walk home. I had come by bus, but no one was passing at that time. Stiles were supposed to take me home after the movie, but Stiles was not there and would not come. So I walked, one step in front of the other in the water that was accumulating on the side of the road, as sadness accumulated in my heart.

I didn’t notice, however, that my phone had died a long time ago.


Third Pov

“Shit, it really had to happen today, huh? Today, the only day I just want to spend without werewolves or other supernatural creatures that came out of nowhere to kill us? Is it too much asked? ”

“Shut up and help me walk …”

“No, Scott, I will not be silent! It was you who planned everything so that I could ask her to go out with me, one evening, Scott, and that same evening you asked me to come with you to see a dead body at the morgue? “Oh, it will not be long, you will not be late? ”“

Scott spat blood, holding his belly scarred by four distinct marks, scratches.

"I couldn’t know that the body wasn’t dead …”

Stiles rolled his eyes as he carried Scott on his shoulder to help him walk (stagger) into the empty corridors of the hospital basement where the morgue was, leaving a long streak of blood behind them.

“She will never want to talk to me after that, that’s for sure …”

“Stiles! I think it’s more important to settle our situation now than your missed date! "Scott interrupted as he saw the undead body in front of them, threatening, his yellow eyes shining in the dim light.

"Okay, we’re dead.”

Then, out of nowhere came a short-haired girl wearing short jeans with blue-glazed eyes and another girl with long black hair holding a not reassuring at all katana darkened on the enemy like two super entrained ninjas, and succeeded in putting him down in less than two seconds.

Stiles turned his face to his friend with a bewildered expression.

“You are the alpha and it’s a kitsune and a werecoyote who do all the work?”

Scott grunted, shooting Stiles with his red eyes.

“If he hadn’t opened my belly …”

“Yeah, yeah, excuses,” Stiles grumbled before walking up to the girls. Kira ran towards them (towards his boyfriend actually), and came to unload Stiles from his heavy load.

“Scott, are you okay?” “

"Yes, it will heal,” he replied before grinning a reassuring smile.

For his part, the only human of the group grabbed his cell phone to watch the time.

“Shit!”

He glared at the rest of the pack before looking at what a poor state he was, his clothes freshly bought for the occasion covered with blood.

“Run at your house to change, text all the excuses of the world and go join her,” his best friend said by giving him a friendly pat on the back to encourage him.

Stiles nodded and ran off.

His phone showed 20:03.


By the time he arrives at home, changes and leaves for the place of meeting, half an hour has passed and the rain has begun to fall. He had tried to text her almost twenty times, but all his messages remained unanswered. Stiles nervously poked his thumbs against the wheel of his jeep. He hoped she was still there waiting for him. That she would understand and accepts his apologies.

He hoped, but he knew there were slight chances that this would be the case.

When Stiles arrived in front of the cinema, he rushed out of his car without closing the door. Soon he got soaked by the rain. He looked everywhere, shouted her name, called her, but no answer. He even went inside the cinema. Nothing.

Fear and panic began to gain him and he had to lean against the wall to calm his breath to prevent a panic attack. It wasn’t the time. If Y / N weren’t in front of or in the cinema, she had to be on her way home, walking under the cold rain…

Stiles rushed towards his jeep and lit the headlights.


Reader pov

The road was long up to my house, and soaked like I was, I was going to be sick for sure. I was feeling the cold biting my bones. Luckily, the rain masked the tears that didn’t want to stop flowing.

A bright light lit up the street in front of me, sign that a car was about to pass. I walked away, hoping that the driver would see me and not sprinkle more water on me, but the car didn’t pass near me. It stopped behind, the engine still rumbling and I heard a door open.

“Y / N!”

My feet stopped moving by themselves and I rotated my body to look at the person who had just spoken. The Milky Way boy.

To see him in front of me, I didn’t know if I had to be relieved, offended or even sadder.

“You’re late …,” I managed to say after a while.

His face was defeated, sad and guilty. He kept licking his soaked lips and blinking quickly to clear his gaze from the water that seemed to blurry it. Then, Stiles spread his arms as a sign of defeat.

“I’m sorry … I did my best to arrive on time but …”

He didn’t finish his sentence, as if the reason behind his delay was private. I felt betrayed.

“Why … why have you invited me if you’re not even able to find a credible lie to explain why you’ve let me wait for hours, no news or text messages…”

I raised the tone to make myself be heard under the sound of the rain that buzzed in our ears.

“But I sent you tons of messages!” “

I bent my head and understood.

"My cellphone is dead …”

I passed a trembling hand on my face.

Stiles approached me and put his arms over my shoulders.

“You’re cold … come on, let’s get inside.”

I let myself go, sticking to him more than I thought I could. For the moment I was cold and the idea of ​​getting warm again seemed welcoming.

“But we missed the movie,” I mumbled sadly.

“I have a lot of great movies at home,” he answered, smiling.


It was the first time I went to Stiles. And it was also the first time I went into a boy’s room, which, moreover, apologized for his messy room.

After giving me a towel and lending a few dry and warm clothes, Stiles apologized and went to talk to his father who had just returned from work. He had to tell him why a wet girl in his room was wearing his clothes. I took advantage of it to look around. His bed was against the wall, walls that contained many posters. In the middle of the room, now stuck on the opposite wall for space was a big transparent table that police inspectors usually have to solve cases. It was covered with many pictures and unreadable inscriptions. But it wasn’t my business and despite the curious desire to look, I didn’t. That would’ve been rude of me.

I was waiting since a couple of minutes when I realized I was wearing Stiles’ clothes.

His clothes that had touched his pale skin. His clothes with a peculiar smell, a captivating scent.

I made sure that he was still far from the room to put the sweater sleeve near my nose to smell it. Immediately, a mixture of laundry soap and his own odor tickled my nose and raised the red to my cheeks. What was I doing?

“Everything is in order.”

I jumped more than I wanted when I heard him speak and lowered my arm immediately, not subtle. I hoped he had seen nothing!

Stiles lowered his head and scratched it nervously, looking at the ground before raising it, and stretching out his hand towards me.  He wanted me to take it? I didn’t move immediately, hesitant, but ended up taking it. His hand was large comparing to mine, and it was warm.

“Your hand is cold,” he whispered in a low voice before taking my other hand to warm them. I sniffled, embarrassed, and then crossed his magnificent look. My heart got even more excited, and I really hoped it would calm down.

“Yeah, I … I’m a little cold I think …” I mumbled, absorbed by his eyes that never looked away from me.

“I’m sorry again for …”

I nodded my head, not letting go of his gaze.

“You must have your reasons, I …”

He approached me, and I had to raise my head not to lose sight of his face. He was a few inches away, and strangely, except for my heart that was drumming loudly in my chest, I wasn’t afraid. My social anxiety was gone. I just felt very close to Stiles, safe. I didn’t need to hide. Of course, both of us had our little secrets, but at the time, it didn’t matter that much because I knew that very quickly there would be no barrier between us.

“So, you give me a second chance?” he whispered softly as he approached his face towards mine. My cheeks burned me, my legs became weak and my breathing accelerated.

I nodded positively.

He came closer again and I didn’t draw back. I was tired of running away, of avoiding people out of fear of being judged. I didn’t want to run away from Stiles.

So, it was I who take the initiative. I crossed the few inches that separated us and I put my lips softly against his. It was the first time I kissed a boy, so I was a little clumsy but soon Stiles guided me. He put his big hands against my waist to bring me closer and I found myself sticking to his chest. His lips moved slowly against mine so that I could get used to their shapes, textures, taste.

And it was very good.

I didn’t know what to do with my hands so I didn’t focus on them. I let them act on their own. They rested against his face and I found myself stroking his cheeks gently, and even passing a hand through his hair still wet by the rain.

When our mouths parted, I left my hands against his face, which was very close to mine. Our eyes never ceased to look at each other, magnetised.

I was still stroking his cheek when Stiles broke the silence.

“I … I think I love you, Y / N …”

My heart stopped beating as I understood the meaning of his words. But my gaze was suddenly attracted by something my thumb was touching on his cheek and I smiled.

“I love you too … my Milky Way.”

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5

Frances Bean Cobain Is Marc Jacobs’s Latest Muse

Even though she has just been announced as the latest face of Marc Jacobs and is rapidly racking up likes on the designer’s Instagram page, don’t expect Frances Bean Cobain to join the legions of celebrity children turned professional models. “I don’t think I’ll be modeling for anybody else for a very long time—this is 100 percent outside my comfort zone,” says Cobain on the phone from Los Angeles. “I wouldn’t have done it with anyone other than Marc.”

As the daughter of rock legends Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love, Cobain comes with a style cachet that brands have been eager to harness. Though approached over the years by various labels hoping to enlist her for endorsements, she turned down each offer until longtime supporter Jacobs came calling.

“I don’t model unless I think the project is cool, and I don’t put my name behind something that I don’t genuinely believe in,” says Cobain. “I thought this collection was great, and I was flattered that Marc thought of me for this. What I said to Marc when I was saying yes was that he’s an underdog for the masses. He’s still very rebellious within the fashion world, and he’s been like that his entire career.”

Though the Marc Jacobs brand has a long-held reputation for featuring unexpected talents—iconoclasts ranging from artist Genesis Breyer P-Orridge to director Lana Wachowski have participated in the seasonal group ads—Cobain’s images mark the first time in four years a single face has represented the label. Seizing the opportunity as a chance to bring real-girl sensibility to the idealized world of luxury ads, Cobain didn’t attempt to be anyone but herself. “I’m not representing the beautiful top models of the world,” she says. “I’m representing what a general, standard, average human girl would look like wearing these clothes. I think that’s why Marc picked me for this.”

In keeping with the theme of authenticity, the ads, shot by David Sims, stand in sharp contrast to the psychedelic looks seen on the runway. “The fashion show itself was so colorful, but it was the complete opposite of what we ended up doing on the set,” says Cobain. “The shoot had a very organic feel—all the makeup was my own. We used the lipstick from right out of my purse, and no one did anything to my hair. They just put me in the clothes.” She bonded with Sims behind the scenes over a book about Marjorie Cameron and the on-set music selection and says the atmosphere put her at ease. “I have so much respect for David; he’s one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. He and Marc created an environment in which I felt like I was thriving and enjoying myself.”

The fact that designers like Jacobs are willing to trust in Cobain’s perspective speaks to her status as a tastemaker, but she’s far from fussy where clothes are concerned. “I honestly don’t care very much. I’m a black jeans, vintage T-shirt, boots girl. That is my daily uniform,” she says. “I can appreciate fashion without having to let it consume me or [feeling the need] to be part of that world. In my personal life, I’m just lazy about it.”

Fashion’s current obsession with ’90s nostalgia gets a hard pass. “I don’t fucking care what they did in the ’90s; I wasn’t around and it’s not relevant to me,” she says. Cobain was born in 1992. “Yes, the ’90s were influential, for sure, but it’s just not my cup of tea. When it’s shoved down your throat every day for 24 years, you just stop caring.” The irony of the runways’ love affair with grunge—a look her parents helped to popularize and one that Jacobs showed in the luxury space with his now famous Spring 1993 Perry Ellis collection—isn’t lost on her either. “I find it interesting where grunge originated from, and then where it was taken, which was high fashion,” says Cobain. “My dad was so poor that they kept going to Goodwill to get donated ripped jeans. It wasn’t a fashion decision; it was an ‘I don’t have any money, I have no other choice’ type of decision.”

As far as any notion of her own role within the industry, Cobain expects the Jacobs campaign will stand as a cherished memory rather than represent a career shift. “I could never do [modeling] professionally, but I’m glad I did it with Marc, because I trust him,” says Cobain, a visual artist. Though she remains coy about her next move, she is certain it involves something more stimulating than posing in front of the camera. “Thankfully I have other skills than just standing there and looking cute.”

The first of many (Hwasa Fluff)

Pairing: Hwasa x Reader

Request: Yes

WC: 889

POV: Hwasa’s and First person

Rating: PG/G

Authors Note: Everything that is italicized is from Hwasa’s POV. 



I sat down in the chair waiting for the stylist as I looked down at my phone someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around slightly with out actually moving any from the chair. It was ____ the stylist that was usually picked out clothes or did my hair, but never my make up. I was happy to see her here though. 

“Where is the normal make up artist?” I asked softly as I watched her move to be beside me as she went through and picked out some of the make up to use. “She wasn’t feeling good so she called in…” She said softly “is there something wrong with me doing your makeup? I can go get someone else if you want… you know I don’t mind” She said. 

‘God, don’t mess this up~’ I thought as I shook my head and she started. I looked at her as every time she got closer it seemed that when she moved back she was even further away from me than she was in the beginning. I had been asking, no begging Whee In to try to get her on a date with me for weeks now. I was basically a slave until she said she would try. 

“Is it okay if I-I get a little close?” she asked as she had the eyeliner and I nodded and she moved closer and I looked at her lips and then to her eyes as she focused on what she was doing and I just smiled wide. 

I smiled as she smiled while I was focusing. Whee In had told me about how she had been her “slave” trying to get her set up on a date with me and that thought alone made me laugh. I smiled as I pulled away and I stood up completely. 

“So Whee In told me… that you wanted to go to eat sometime with me…?” I said a bit unsure of my self and what I was doing. She looked at me with wide surprised eyes and she then nodded quickly. “Will you?” she asked me quickly and I smiled softly. 

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Jonathan Toews

A/N: (Y/N) = your name, (Y/F/N) = your first name, (Y/L/N) = your last name

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“What are you looking at?” I questioned my boyfriend of 3 years, Jonathan Toews, Captain of the Chicago Blackhawks.

“My beautiful girlfriend”. He said with a smirk.

“That I want to kiss so badly right now”. He said and after placed a kiss on my mouth.

“So what are we going to do today?” I asked Jonny.

“I was thinking we could go skating”. Jonny said.

“I don’t know how to skate”. I said.

“I can teach you”. He said as a smile crept onto his face.

“You’d just love that won’t you, seeing me not being able to do something that you can”. I say as I cross my arms over my chest. 

“I sure would, but what I would love more is to teach you how to skate so we can skate together, now go get dressed, I wanna go”. Jonny said.

“Fine”. I said as I got off the couch and walked into our room to change into clothes suitable for skating. I put on my black leggings and one of Jonny’s Blackhawks sweatshirts and I wore my red converses, I did my makeup and put my hair into a ponytail. I walked out of the room and saw Jonny standing in front of me.

“You know I love it when you wear my clothes”. He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“I know you do” I said as I stuck my hands into the back pockets of his jeans and pulled out his keys.

“It’s my turn to drive” I say as I walked out the door.

“No you don’t, you drove last time” He said as he picked me up from behind as I squirmed in his grasped.

“Put me down!” I say (more like yelled).

“Only if you give me the keys”. He says as his grip tightens.

“Fine! Fine! you get to drive”. I say as I placed the keys in Jonny’s hands as he lets go of me.

He grabs my hand and holds it in his own. “I love you, (Y/N)” He says.

“I love you too, Toews” I say.

___________________

About a half an hour later we arrived at the Blackhawks arena. Jonny grabbed the bag with the skates in it from the back. He held my hands as we walked into the arena. We made our way down the familiar route to the locker room. He set down the bag and we grabbed our skates and started to tie them. 

“Make sure to tie them tight, (Y/N)”. Jonny reminded me.

“I know that already”. I said looking over at him and of course he was already done tying his.

“You want me to help you?” He asks.

“No, I’m good”. I say focusing on tying my skates instead of looking at my insanely adorable boyfriend, who I desperately want to look at. 

I finished tying my skates and we made our way over to the ice. Jonny had gone onto the ice first and then helped me on. He was holding my hands and making sure that  I didn’t fall on my face.

“Don’t look at your feet”. He instructed me.

“What am I supposed to look at then!”. I said.

“Look at me, (Y/N)”. Jonny says.

“I’ll get distracted and fall if I look at you”. I say not looking up from my feet.

“No you won’t and why would you”. He said with a laugh.

A blush starts to form on my face.

“Do I still make you nervous” He said.

“A little bit”. I say as my face gets redder and I feel tears starting  to form in my eyes.

“Why, (Y/N)?” He questions.

“Your Jonathan Toews, Captain of the Chicago Blackhawks and I’m (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), a totally nobody who dating a somebody”. I say.

“Well how would you like to be (Y/N) Toews, wife of the Captain of the Chicago Blackhawks, a somebody married to a somebody”. He says as he gets on his knees in front of me. I put my hand over my mouth and my face was fully red and tears were in my eyes.

“Yes! Yes! A thousand time yes!”. I say with the biggest smile I’ve ever smiled. Jonny slips the ring onto my hand and then gets up and hugs and kisses me.

“You get that on video, Kaner!” He shouts at Patrick Kane, who emerges from behind the seats.

“Sure did!” He yells back.

“Now there’s something to show our future children”. He says smiling making my smile get bigger.

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Finally (Matt Espinosa)

Finally (Matt Espinosa)

I smile as Jake waves at me and yells, “Don’t forget. Tonight, 7 sharp.” I nod and walk away, heading towards my house.

10 minutes later I arrive and head into my empty house, when not a minute later my older brother Cameron walks in with Matt behind him. Cameron and Matt go to the same college while I’m stuck in high school for another 3 months.

“Sup, sweetheart?” Matt asks.

I look at him seductively and reply, “Nothing much, babe.”

Cameron exaggeratedly rolls his eyes. Matt and I have had this weird relationship since I started high school and he was in 10th grade. We flirted, but nothing ever happened with it. I don’t even think he wants anything to happen with it. I’ve had a crush on him ever since my first day of high school when I met him while following around my brother. But I’m pretty sure he has no feeling for me and still sees me as the underdeveloped munchkin I was when I was 14.

Even though now I’ve grown 2 cup sizes, gotten my braces off, and figured out what it means to style your hair. He still doesn’t notice me, and going out with Jake is my first step to getting over the universal crush I have, or should I say had, on him.

I put my stuff down and come downstairs to hang out with them. I only hang out with them for an hour before I go upstairs to prepare for my date. I need to pick out an outfit, do my hair and makeup, and figure out a way to get out without Cam knowing about it. He’s been acting extra over-protective since he left for college, I guess since he can’t watch over me at school anymore.

As I look through the dozen outfits laying out on my bed, Matt barges in. Without knocking. I want to be annoyed, but can’t be, so I just give him a look. He shrugs it off before noticing the clothes everywhere.

“Whoa, why does it look like an explosion of floral and stripes in here?”

I don’t know why, but I’m a little scared to tell him about my date. What will he think? What if he laughs and thinks I’m kidding? I think after that I’d just sit in a corner and cry. I force myself to stop thinking about what he’ll think and just say it. “I have a date tonight, and I’m not sure if I should for a frilly floral look to impress him, or my usual striped stuff, so he won’t be surprised when he sees the real me. And then after that the question becomes what type of stripes or floral should I wear? Like a floral skirt with a sweater or a striped sweater with-“

He cuts me off. “Wait, did you just say you had a date?” He looks a little shocked, but his expression is mostly blank.

“Uh, yeah.” He stays silent for a while. I’m not sure if this is better or worse than the laughing. Then as he realizes I’m studying him, he goes slightly red and snaps himself back to consciousness. I act as normal as possible and step aside so he can fully see the outfits. “So…. Which one do you think?”

He rubs the back of his head and keeps an unreadable expression as he plops into the chair next to my bed. “Are you sure you wanna do this, Y/N?”

“What do you mean?”

“Go on this date. I mean, what if the guy is a complete douche? Then what?”

“He won’t be. And even if he is, it’s just one date. There are other guys I can go out with.” He flinches at my last sentence. “Why are we even having this conversation anyway? You don’t care about my love life.”

He stays silent for another moment before saying, “Pick the short sweater with the floral skirt. You always look gorgeous when you wear that.”

I try not to overanalyze his comment, but it’s hard. “Whoa. Did Mathew Lee Espinosa just compliment me? That’s a first.”

He gets up and stalks out of my room while saying, “Don’t mention it.”

That was weird.

2 hours later

I took Matt’s advice and wore the cropped cable knit sweater with my floral skirt and some combat boots. I didn’t do much to my hair except add a few curls before putting it into a ponytail.

I couldn’t, however, figure out the Cam situation. As I went down the stairs I quickly called out to him that I was leaving, but he stopped me before I made it to the door.

“Where are you going and who with?”

“I’m going out to eat with… a friend from school.”

“Who is this friend?”

I could see Matt’s smirk as he sat on the couch waiting for Cameron to come back so he could unpause the video game. I ignored him and said, “You’re starting to sound like Mom and Dad.”

“I don’t care right now. Just tell me, is this a date?”

“Yes.”

“Well then I have to meet him.” Cam resolved. Just after he said that, Jake’s car pulled up/

“No!!! Cam please.”

“Yes, Y/N!! I need to meet this guy.”

I rack through my brain quickly because I know if I don’t head out in a minute, Jake will come inside and be forced to talk.

“How about I see how this date goes, and if there’s a second, then you can meet him?”

Cam grumbles but eventually says, “Fine.”

I do a happy dance in my mind as I race out of the front door to see Jake.

Matt’s POV:

I watched as his car left and I sat in anger and frustration.

“She wasn’t gonna wait for you forever, dude. You need to man up and tell her how you feel about her.”

“I almost did when she told me she had a date, but I didn’t want to ruin that for her.”

“Hey, whether or not you tell her is your business, but he’s not the first guy to ask her out and he won’t be the last. She likes you, but if you don’t move fast, she’ll move on.”

“I hate to say it, but you’re right.”

“I know I am,” Cam says and continues playing the video game. “God, I can’t believe I just gave you advice for going after my sister.”

“Neither can I, but thanks.” We continue playing the game, and a million thoughts rush through my head. I’ve been crushing on Y/N since I met her when she started high school. Back then she still had braces, and she was still going through puberty, but so was I. Besides, it was her personality that I liked most. She had a way of lighting up a room with her smile, and she knew how to laugh and make others laugh even in the toughest situations, and she would stop to help anybody, no matter their problem.

Then, when she started 11th grade… God, I didn’t know what to do. Her boobs got bigger, she dyed the tips of her hair blonde, and her smile got even cuter. Guys started paying so much more attention to her. And that’s when, I realized this was more than a crush. I got angry when other guys tried to talk to her. I wanted her to be mine, but I never knew how to act on it. So, I just helped Cam. I protected her from other guys and did the best I could to keep her from dating someone. She apparently thought that that was all there was to it.

But we flirted, all the time. We teased each other, and sometimes even acted like a couple to get other people off of our backs. It killed me sometimes. One moment she’d be leaned into my chest, looking at me with those not-so-innocent eyes, and the next she’d be a foot away from my reach, saying I owed her for making us act like a couple.

I remember one especially painful moment on her 18th birthday last month when she got a little too tipsy. Her friends had thrown her a party at a club and she somehow convinced Cam to agree with it. Anyways, at this party there were a ton of guys flirting with her, and she didn’t like any of them. So, she comes up to me, drags me to the dance floor and starts grinding on me to the beat of the music. To top it off, she had on this skin-tight black dress that left little to the imagination, and fuck-me heels on that managed to make her only 4 inches shorter than me.

Once the guys had left, she then removed herself from me, said she owed me one, and left. I was stuck with a raging hard-on for the rest of the night. Of course, other girls had offered to “take care” of it for me, but I had eyes for only one girl from that point on. And now she’s on a date with someone else.

Y/N’s POV:

I sighed as Jake pulled into my driveway. The date hadn’t been horrible, but there was nothing there. It was…. mediocre. I gave Jake a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for the date.

“Did you want me to walk you to your door?”

“No, that’s alright. Good night, Jake.”

“G’night, Y/N, see you around.”

I wave at him as he drives away, then make my way into the house. After I lock the door, I turn around and almost jump out of my skin. Matt’s standing only a foot away from me. I wait for him to speak.

“So, how was your date?”

“It was… okay. What are you still doing here?”

“I need to talk to you.”

He looks serious. Should I be worried? “Uh, okay, we can talk in my room.”

We head upstairs to my room. He starts talking while I grab clothes to change into. “Listen, Y/N, I’ve had-“  I pull of my sweater, revealing my bra. I don’t get why some girls are self-conscious about guys seeing them in underwear if they wear bikinis, which I do. “I-I-I’ve had… uh, could you hurry up and put on a shirt, you’re a little distracting.”

“Oh, come on. You’ve seen me in a bikini before, how is this any different?”

“It’s not, you’re distracting in a bikini too. Well, except that now there’s a bed right there and- never mind, that’s not what I came here to talk about. Are you finished yet?”

I straighten out my shirt, and say, “Yeah.” I sit down on my bed and look at him, interested.

“Well, I’ve- I’ve kind of had feeling for you. For a while now. And before, I didn’t know how to tell you, so I just kept it to myself. But I like you a lot, Y/N.”

I stay silent for a while. I’m… shocked. Wow, all this time we’ve both liked each other but neither of us could be bothered to say anything.

“Y/N? Please say something. I know this is bad timing, but I really do like you. I hated seeing you go out with that guy tonight. It killed me trying to help you choose an outfit. I want to be the one you’re choosing outfits for. And I want to be the one you stress over, and I want to be the one who gets to kiss you and hold you whenever I want to.” He got up out of the chair he was on and sat next to me. “Not that John guy.”

“His name was Jake.”

“I honestly don’t care. Right now all I care about is whether or not you’ll be mine.”

I look at his eyes and see his silent pleading. I nod and lean in to kiss him. At first both of us are tentative and questioning, but as soon as our lips touch, all hesitance falls away. He wraps an arm around my waist and I softly put my hand on his neck. For first few seconds, the kiss is sweet and slow, but after a little while, both of us become impatient and start to kiss harder and it becomes increasingly passionate.

He grips me a little harder and pulls me on to his lap. That’s when I feel mini-him. And boy, is it big. He’s already hard, and I realize why he was stuttering and rushing me to get dressed earlier. I decide to have a little fun and start slowly grinding directly above his member.

He lets out little whimpers and quiet moans. “Fuck, baby, we can’t right now. Cam’s just downstairs. If he catches us we’re both dead.”

I sit on him in silence for a little while before I hear it. “You hear that? Cam’s knocked out and probably will be until noon.” I get up and close my door before coming back and attacking Matt’s lips.

Apparently, that was enough convincing for him. I continue grinding on his clothed cock while he begins to attack my neck. I’m sure I’ll have hickies by tomorrow, but Cam’s lecture will be so worth it. I let out a moan from all the pleasure and Matt puts a finger over my lips. “You have to be quiet or else we’ll get caught.

I nod and continue grinding while I help Matt pull off my shirt. I quickly pull off my sweatpants and throw those behind me before continuing again. He groans at the sight of me in just my underwear grinding on him. He pulls down one of my bra cups and starts sucking on my nipple. I gasp in surprise and pleasure and he nips and sucks and bites.

I somehow manage to pull of his jeans and get him out of his shirt while he takes off my bra and takes turns with my nipples. I have to bite my lip to keep from letting out a moan. I stop grinding on him for a moment to take off his boxers. His dick pops out and lands on his stomach. I level my face with his dick and lightly lick the tip, where precum is slowly leaking. He lets out a muffled moan and I smile and begin to stroke him with one hand.

I continue licking and kissing his tip while stroking and after just a moment of doing that he grabs my hand and pulls me back up to his face. “Baby, I don’t want to come yet, but you’re making me real close.” I nod and he brings his hand down my stomach and over my clothed pubic bone and starts gently teasing my pussy lips. He slowly starts to rub harder and harder and finally touches my clit. I begin to let out a moan, but he covers it by kissing me.

He lets out a groan. “I can’t fucking take it anymore!” He rips of my panties and pulls my hips up to his face. He rubs my clit a little more and says, “Mm, you’re already so wet for me.” He then plunges his tongue into my pussy and I nearly scream at the pleasure. He licks and sucks and nibbles at my clit and lips and I have to grab on to the headboard keep myself steady. A little while later I feel my impending orgasm coming. When it hits me I shake and grip the headboard so tight my knuckles begin to turn white.

Matt pulls me down and lays me next to him. He rolls on top of me and I pull my face down and kiss him. “Can you taste yourself on my lips?” I nod before grinding onto his dick once again, this time with nothing
shielding us. He quietly moans and says, “Okay, I get it.” I grab his dick and line it up and he quickly thrusts in. We both moan and he gives me a second to adjust to his size. After a few seconds I start to thrust my hips up to signal that I’m ready for him to move. He grabs my hips and starts thrusting. “Harder, Matt. Fuck!” I cry out.

He pulls out and slams into me repeatedly and with each thrust we get closer and closer to our highs. I start to rise up to meet his thrusts. He begins to get deeper and deeper, and before I can say anything, I come for the second time tonight. My high triggers his, and after we both lie there, breathless. Eventually, he rolls off of me and we get up under the covers. He pulls me into his chest, so that we’re spooning.

We lay there in silence until I finally say, “I’ve liked you for a while too.”

I feel his smile against my neck and he says, “So does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”

“I’d love to.”

He kisses my neck repeatedly and I smile, and we talk until we fall asleep.

I can’t believe Matt and I are together, finally.

A/N: This is the first imagine I’ve ever written with smut, so sorry if it’s as horrible as it seems to me. I hope you liked it anyways, though. Thanks for reading! Peace out, muthafuckas

          I am so proud of a friend of my mother.  She is in her 50s, married with kids.  And she has known she was transgender her whole life (male to female).  And, she’s actually beginning to transition now.  Her wife hates her for it, but she’s doing it anyway because that’s what she knows she needs to do.  And I am SO PROUD.  Mom and I are giving her makeovers (since we sell makeup) and helping her pick out clothes and it just…warms my heart.  <3

Heart - Part 4

Originally posted by selmaries

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After Stiles changed, we drove to my house, because there was no way that I was going to go to a party in Stiles’ clothes.

When we got to my house I immediately went up to my room and into my walk-in closet. I pulled out a white high-waisted skirt and traded it for Stiles’ sweat pants.

“Liv, you forgot your clothes in the Jeep.” Stiles said as he walked into my room.

I walked out of my closet and over to my dresser pulling his shirt off of me as I dug in the drawers until I found my blue and white speckled crop top.

“Wha- Liv what are you doing?” He stuttered out as he covered his eyes.

“I’m changing, and I’m in a hurry. Scott said he was picking Allison up in an hour, that only leaves me forty-five minutes to do my hair and makeup.” I said as I glanced at my alarm clock, “And it’s not like you’ve never seen me change before.”

“That was before we all hit puberty!” He exclaimed.

“Oh, shush, you. I’m the same, just with boobs now.” I said as I walked into my bathroom. I plugged in my straightener and began on my foundation.

After thirty minutes, my lashes were full, my lips were red, and my hair was perfect. I took a step back and looked at myself in the mirror.

“It still needs something.” I muttered under my breath as I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom to dig around my drawers some more. It wasn’t until I reached into the boy’s drawer that I found the missing piece, a grey flannel. I pulled it on and tied it around my waist. I walked back into the bathroom and nodded as I approved my own outfit. I made sure everything was unplugged and in its place before I went into my closet to grab a pair of tan heels.

“I’m ready, and with ten minutes to spare!” I exclaimed as I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to see Stiles eating some of my leftover pizza. I laughed as I leaned against the wall and put on my heels. Stiles seemed to choke on his slice when he glanced my way. 

“What?” I asked, cocking my head to the side as he gulped down what was in his mouth.

“I have never seen you in a skirt before, or dressed up for that matter.”  He said with wide eyes. I smiled and felt a blush creep onto my face.

“Come on, we don’t want to be late.” I said with a soft smile as I turned and the lead the way to the Jeep. We pulled up to Lydia Martin’s house where the party was already in full swing.

“I’ve always wanted to go to a party.” I mused.

“Why? All they are is drunk, sweaty teenagers, loud music and lots of alcohol.” Stiles said as he looked at me bewildered.

“Ever since Lydia and Jackson started dating he’s made sure that I’m not invited to any. All because my family is richer than his.” I sighed. We walked up the driveway and opened the front door, to be greeted with a whole bunch of sweaty, dancing bodies. I navigated my way to the back yard where there were even more people dancing. I hadn’t even known that Stiles had left, but he appeared at my side holding two solo cups and I gladly took one.


I ended up standing next to Stiles as the party went on and was gazing longingly at the crowd of people dancing. I looked down at my cup and noticed that it was still almost full. Without even thinking about it, I chugged what all was in cup, when all was gone, I dropped the cup and strutted into the crowd of sweaty bodies. I smiled as I felt the liquid courage flowing through my veins and let my body sway to the beat. I closed my eyes and threw my hands in the air.

I only opened them once, when I heard a voice that sounded like Allison ask if someone was okay. I looked around and saw Scott holding his head with both hands. I took off my heels and walked to where Stiles was still standing.

“Scott’s starting to feel the full moon.” I said just as Scott came stumbling towards us.

“Yo, Scott, you good?” Stiles said, but he was ignored as Scott continued past us with Allison right behind him. We followed them out just in time to see Allison get into Derek Hale’s Camaro and Scott was nowhere in sight. Stiles broke out sprinting towards the Jeep and I had no other option, but to run after him. He had already started it when I flung open the door and threw myself in. As soon as my door closed, Stiles peeled out of the driveway.

My chest erupted in flames and my head began to spin. I managed to buckle myself before my eyes blurred with tears. I started to see black spots dancing in my vision and I could feel my heart skipping several beats.

“Come on, Liv, you can do this.” Stiles said and my head lolled in his general direction, my breaths coming hard and fast. I shook my head as a sob got caught in my throat. Stiles became blurry and the black spots got bigger until they took over everything, and I passed out.


I groaned as I felt myself being picked up. My eyes fluttered open to the sight of a crooked jaw.

“Hey Scotty.” I rasped. Scott looked down at me and smiled.

“Hey Livvy.” He said.

“How was your first full moon?” I asked with a sleepy smile. I saw Stiles run ahead to open my front door.

“Insane.” He chuckled as he walked up the stairs, with Stiles in front of us. I was soon set down on my bed with the boys sitting at the foot catching me up on what happened after I passed out. Apparently Derek the hot guy was the alpha that turned Scott and there was a whole group of werewolf hunters that wanted to kill them.

“So what’s going on with you?” Scott asked me and I looked at him weird.

“I told him, but I didn’t really tell him.” Stiles spoke up as he made some crazy hand gestures.

“So, over the summer, I noticed my murmur getting worse. Simple things like someone startling me made my chest feel like it was on fire. I hoped that it would go away, but it hasn’t, it just keeps getting worse. Now I can’t get my heart rate up at all without it hurting.”

“When were you going to tell us?” Scott exclaimed.

“I, uh, I wasn’t.” I said as I avoided eye contact.

“What, why not?” 

“You guys worry about me enough, and now with the werewolf stuff…” I trailed off.

“We’re always going to worry about you. Especially when you pass out unexpectedly.” Scott said as he put a comforting hand on my leg.

“My boys.” I said with content smile and patted both of their hands.

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“I just can’t anymore” she says pacing back and forth 

I stop her to grab her by the arm. I make sure she’s looking in my eyes.

“Jay! Listen to me what ever is happening it’s okay it’s not worth it, jay, I’m telling you babe, it’s not worth it” I say sternly 

She nods, tears still falling from her eyes. 

“let’s go inside” I say guiding her to the front door 

❀ 

I pick my phone up from the small nightstand beside my bed. I read 3:47am. again really? I sigh loudly but not loud enough to wake jay up. I go into my text and begin to text Derek, not thinking he would even be up. 

Y/N: I can’t sleep, u up? 

D: I’m always up, let’s meet at the bus stop 

Y/N: b there in a minute 

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anonymous asked:

how do you deal with dysphoria?? because im really struggling here

This is a toughie to answer because everyone experiences dysphoria in different ways and about different aspects of themselves - I’m afraid there’s no universal answer. However my go-to solution is (if I don’t need to be anywhere important)  to put on my comfiest, most shapeless clothing ever and just kind of…ignore it? It’s probably not the best solution but ‘out of sight out of mind’ does genuinely work to an extent.

 OR if you do actually need to go out to school/work/etc and not wear your pyjamas, pick an aspect of yourself that you do like and don’t get dysphoric over, and emphasise the shit out of it. Wear makeup (or don’t), do your hair all fancy, wear that expensive item of clothing, idk just make yourself feel a little bit fabulous and it can help cancel out the icky feelings <3

If anyone else has tips or tricks feel free to add them in the comments!

A Day In The Life Of Kim Kardashian West

6:00 A.M. I usually wake up really early, around six o’ clock. I sleep with my Blackberry, my iPhone, and the baby monitor next to my bed, and at first I can hardly see the screens because they’re so bright and my room is so dark. I check the monitor, and then I kind of squint on eye and look at e-mails. I don’t respond to them right away; I scroll through. The first person I talk to is Kanye because he’s right there next to me in bed. I’ll say, “Do you want to go for a run?” And he usually does. Or he won’t because he has a workout, so we’ll just talk about that, then kisses.

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treacerous  asked:

OOH WAIT CAN YOU DO ONE WITH THE THREE GIRLS??? Like Clary, Lydia and Izzy brotp (my life would be made)

YESSSS MY OT3 sorry this is late im in ireland timezones i hate them

  • Okay but i totally headcanon the three of them living together because they get sick of the boys 
  • Constantly stealing eachothers clothes and makeup 
  • “Who’s shirt is this because its mine now”
  • Clary and Izzy arguing and when lydia walks in they ask her to pick a side, Lydia just walks out again 
  • Clary is the only one who can properly cook and often makes pancakes in the morning and bakes at like 2am. Izzy and Lydia then end up binging on her cookies in the morning 
  • Lydia being sad about her past, Clary and Izzy wrapping their arms around her to comfort her and the three of them cling to each other.
  • Izzy getting the flu or whatever and Clary fussing over her and waiting on her and getting her every possible medicine and making her soup. Meanwhile Lydia is like “If you give that to me I will literally murder you”
  • Lydia seeming being super sarcastic and snarky and for the most part apethetic, but as soon as it seems Clary or Izzy are distressed or in trouble she turns into Mom Friend™ protecting her young
  • Everything is a competion and they actually bet on eachther literally they’ll be eating breakfast in the morning and Izzy will say “I bet I can finish my cereal first” and Lydia will be like “your on” and they shovel cereal into their mouths, with most of it actually going on the floor
  • Sometimes the three of them will get into one bed and watch netflix and often fall asleep all together in the bed. Usually though they’ll end up waking up in the middle of the night like “Ow! Clary wtf you just elbowed me in the eye” “Well Lydia’s foot is basically in my vagina” “You two either shut up or get out this is my bed”
  • Clary and Lydia planning izzy a surprise party for her birthday but Izzy keeps walking in on them whispering and gets really paranoid and thinks their talking about her and she gets mad and starts yelling at them. Eventually they have to spill the secret though. Then she yells at them for ruining the surprise

clizzy|Clalec| Branwood

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Harry Styles imagine---- The First Time He Sees Your Baby Bump

This one was requested I hope you like it!! Xoxo Also I tried making it long (I write on my phone) so I’m sorry if it’s not as long, but I tired. :D enjoy!

Imagine:

I stand in front of the mirror looking at my baby bump that Harry has yet seen. He’s on to his next city and I’m going to go see him. When he left I had just found out that I was having a baby. Yes I told Harry, but he has been gone and haven’t seen the bump yet. I wonder what he will say? I think to my self. It’s hard being here alone. Gemma and Anne come by to help me set things up, help if I need it. Sometimes Gemma stays the night. I’m so lucky to have family like them.

*the next day*

I wake up do to the weird queasy feeling in my stomach. I rush to the bathroom. Morning sickness. After I finished throwing up my brains out. I look at the time. It’s time for me to get ready. Today’s the day I go meet Harry on tour.Gemma stayed with me last night and she’s coming with me. I stand up and wash my face and go into Harry’s and Mine shared bedroom. I start to pick up my clothes when I hear a knock on the door. “Y/N, love do you need any help I made you breakfast.” Gemma says. “No thank you I’ll be out in a second thank you” I say as I start to get dressed. After I face the struggle to get dressed I go do my makeup. I look pale. I take the foundation brush and start with that. There, that looks normal I say to myself. After I finish my makeup to were I look normal. I walk down stairs to meet Gemma at the kitchen table. “Hello love, you alright this morning?” She says with a smile. “Yes I’m fine thank you. What about you?” I say as I sit down and start eating. “ I’m fine I’m just ready to leave.” I nod my head. I look around and notice she has my luggage already down stairs. “Thank you.” I say. After I finished eating Gemma and I got in the car and started driving. When we got there we went on the plane. “This is it!” I say to Gemma who is sitting beside me. “Yep!” “What if he doesn’t like me anymore?” I said nervously. Gemma looked at me her eyebrows frowned. “Y/n he will still be head over heels for you!” She said “you really think so?” “I know so.”

Harry’s POV:

“Y/n will be here, right mate?” Niall said. “Yes! I can’t wait to see her!” I say. Today’s the day where I get
to see the love of my life {and my sister}. “I can’t wait to see what she looks like.” Louis says. “Neither can I!” Liam joins in. I find it nice that the boys and y/n are close instead of fighting and stuff like that.“Do you think she still looks the same?” Zayn says. “Yes and no. I know she will still be as beautiful, but I know she will also look tired, so when she gets here please don’t bother her to much.!” I say. “Who knows she might have a baby bump?” Zayn say. “Of course she’ll have a baby bump dummy!” Lou says as she fixes Liam’s hair. Lou’s right she will. Just thinking of y/n and the baby makes me miss them more. I feel kind of bad because I haven’t been there to see our child develop. I haven’t been there to take care of her.

Y/N’s POV:

We finally landed. After we got our luggage. Gemma calls a cab. On our way over there it was silent. We finally get there. Paul meets us outside to help us carry our luggage in. When I open the door the first thing I heard was “YYY/NNN!!” And all the boys came running towards me. Harry was caring Lux. They all came and gave me a group hug. “Not to tight I don’t want the baby to come just yet!” I hear Harry say. All the boys laugh. An actual joke he told they laughed. Wow. They stayed like that until Paul said, “Leave the poor girl alone.” Right sorry, I heard some say. I look down to see Lux still hugging my leg. She looked up and grabbed my hand and said,“Follow me y/n!” So I followed her and she led me to the dressing room where the boys were sitting. Lux brought me up to Lou. “Look mummy! Look who it is!!” Lux said jumping up and down. “I see who it is!” Lou said and gave me a hug. She always would tell me tips if I asked. Also she would be the one I go to if I needed some thing. She’s a big help too! I go sit down by Harry on the couch. That didn’t last long, he pulled me back up and led me to a private room. “I’ve missed you so much!” he said with a tear in his eye. He got down on his knees and held the bump with his beautiful long manly hands. I run my fingers through his hair. “Hi baby. This is daddy. I know you haven’t really heard my voice lately, but I’m hear now. I just wanted to tell you that your probably going to be just as beautiful as your mum, but I don’t think that’s possible.” Harry said. I had a tear in my eye now. Harry continued,“Your probably going to be smart like your mum, probably funny like your dad, you’ll have just the best four uncles in the world, and don’t forget about your auntie Gemma though she might get on your nerves, and most importantly you’ll have the best family ever!” Harry kissed my bump and got back up and kissed me passionately. “I love you y/n” he said against my lips. “I love you too Harry” I say in return.

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After our kiss we head back to the couch where all the boys stared for a second then Liam asked me a question,“Y/N whats the best part about being pregnant?” “Oh wow. Umm… Oh, I can be fat and pretty at the same time without any one complaining, and also I can eat like a pig and nobody cares, because I’m eating for two!” I say everybody laughs, Niall the most. I love his laugh. “What’s the weirdest thing about it.” Zayn says. “Umm.. I guess knowing that there’s a human being inside you and sometimes when it moves. But I like knowing it’s there.” I say smiling. Basically they kept asking me questions about it.

+ After Read
When Harry said ’ the best family ’ that included Lux and them

Also I take request 24/7 and I tried making it as long as possible. :)

anonymous asked:

i don't mean to come off as rude and nosy, but is there really a need to ask tumblr users for money? i know it's only a small donation from each person and it builds up very quickly, but i don't see the real point behind it. you're into cosplay and wigs and costumes are not cheap at all, let alone makeup used for it in general. if you're able to spend money on a hobby, why do you need to ask for funds for something that will change your life in the long run?

Since I’ve answered this before, I’ll just copy my reply

I make all my cosplay from hand-me-downs and cheap things at thrift stores, my makeup is all birthday gifts from years past, any new makeup is from the dollar store, and I use my moms old acrylic paints to print my homestuck shirts. I specifically pick out characters that I already have clothes I could make into their costume. Levi? Well I have black hair, a white shirt and black suspenders. That’s enough for head shots. Male vriska? Well I have an old black tank top, some sneakers I can paint red, and grey tights I can paint for her arm. It is literally all just me repurposing stuff I already have, or stuff I can get for almost nothing. If I have to spend more than $4 on a piece of clothing for cosplay, I don’t get it. I also usually wait around for a birthday or holiday where I can ask someone to get me items that I can’t make. That’s how I got all 3 of my wigs.
you don’t need money to cosplay, you need patience, ingenuity, and the willingness for your stuff to look a little messy. People don’t seem to realize that I’m not buying my cosplay. I’m using my makeup ability to make it look like I do impressive stuff.

I have probably spent in all, about $20 of my own money on all my cosplay since I started doing it 2 years ago.


My family is on food stamps. You really think I’d be doing this if it was some super expensive thing for me to do? No. I would rather eat.
You literally know nothing about my situation. Don’t act like you do.