my face is so stupid right now

Dumb headcanon of the day: it’s very rare, but every so often Victor and Yuuri will get in a bad enough argument where they’ll try to give each other the cold shoulder and go off by themselves to sulk, but it never lasts more than 24 hours at the absolute tops because they’re the most pathetic sad babies when they have to be away from each other, and their friends usually intervene because they can’t put up with this nonsense.

Three hours after the fight about Victor forgetting their anniversary Phichit calls Victor’s phone and is like, ‘um, hi, this is Phichit! Yuuri came over to my place and he just ate an entire gallon of ice cream while watching sad movies and I think he’s in a legit food coma now and I’m kinda scared so can you come over and patch things up with him right now please??’

‘Uh, actually, this is Yuri. I just answered Victor’s phone because it rang like twenty times. That dumbass came to practice but then he just lay down on the ice and cried, and all the tears made his stupid face stick to the ice and Mila is trying to pry him off now, so it’s gonna be a while.’

I think I love you - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word count : 1,484

Warnings : none

Requests are closed!

Originally posted by juptern

Your phone rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would only take a minute.

“Hi, this is (y/n) speaking.”

“Hey (y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the line.

“Jughead! I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you saw Archie rolling his eyes.

“Marvellous. So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.

“Sorry Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He didn’t have to worry about it.

“I promise we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while before you heard back,

“Yeah sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.

“See you.” With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that you weren’t spending as much time with him.

“Jughead, wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.

“Hey- I wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.

“Of course, go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon would regret.

“I’ll probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of  them to the other, you saw the irritation and annoyance in their expression.

“I thought you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your fingers.

“I’m sorry Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game, how about that?”

“Why does it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.

“That’s not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”

“By ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie. Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way. But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.

“I’ve spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you treating me like this?”

“You know what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed and continued crying.

It was all your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again. Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he still would have been on that beanbag, singing.

Maybe half an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once again.

“Sssh. It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.

“Why- Why are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek with his thumb.

“Your mom saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.

“I ruined your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.

“Nothing to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend.  A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You felt love. You loved Jughead Jones. 

He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He was the one who was there for you.

“Jughead.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“(y/n)?” You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in your core.

“I think I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.

“I think I love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.

“I think I love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours. Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave him a last long peck on the lips before saying,

“Do you want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber, both dreaming about each other.

*gif is not mine!!

Issues (Smut)

MASTERLIST

Request: Jeep sex and a good bit of fluff.

A/N: This is my first story in like 8392 years and I’m so put of practice so please bare with me because it’s not great. Also shoutout to Emily. You’re the real mvp. Feedback would be great. 

Word count: 4,185

We were sitting in the jeep on the highway from Toronto back to Pickering and though we weren’t even half way yet, the drive seemed longer than usual.
Painfully longer. 

Though it was a rather warm summer day, I felt the chills run down my bare arms the soon as we got into the car. The pesky silence between us was smothering, suffocating really and made my entire body linger in the most uncomfortable way possible. 

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Park Chanyeol//Liquid Truth


Summary: You and Chanyeol go way back, and are best friends. It’s become routine for you to come over to the dorms whenever you have a fight with your boyfriend, but lately, he’s been pissed off at you, and you’re not quite sure why.
Scenario: angst, fluff
Word Count: 6,917

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Happy Mornings

A/N: I know I have been AWOL, my computer has been very stupid and annoying. Let me know what you guys think xox 

SMUT WARNING

Number Request from Smut Prompt List.

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“You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you…?”                     “Are you trying to turn me on right now or are you really just that oblivious?”                                                                                                        “I-I just wasn’t expecting that. But I liked it. A lot.”


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anonymous asked:

do you think andrew and neil tell each other "i love you"? nora said no but ,,

i disagree with a lot of things nora said and this is one of them. 

  • it’s not easy because those are big words and both neil and andrew have troubles with expressing emotions, 
  • usually they prefer to show their feelings by simple gestures: an extra blanket during movie nights, a glass of water on the nightstand when andrew drank a little too much in columbia the previous night, always lightning two cigarettes instead of one, leaving fresh clothes and a towel (the fluffy one because andrew would never say it, but neil knows it’s his favorite) in the bathroom when andrew had a rough night and doesn’t want to be touched right now, etc.
  • the first time neil tried to say those words, it was when he got knocked on the court and it was bad enough he needed to go to the hospital
  • and while the anesthesia was working miracles, neil looked at andrew and started to say “i lov-”
  • but andrew looked at him with those angry eyes that immediately shut neil up, “don’t bullshit me like you’re going to die” because fuck is neil dramatic
  • “but you know that i do, right?”
  • “just how hard you got hit in your head?”
  • when the words are finally out, it’s andrew who says it first
  • it’s an accident, of course, because andrew understood long ago that when you trust someone this much and they’re always somewhere around even if only in the back of your mind, it’s easier to speak your thoughts out loud without even realizing it
  • and of fucking course it’s because of a damn cat because lately everything happened because of a damn cat ( “andrew, he’s not damned, he’s your child” “shut the fuck up nicky” )
  • it’s a normal movie night while they’re watching one of the movies from a list that nicky and matt made for neil since in their opinion his knowledge of the pop culture was terrible (neil still remembered how scandalized nicky was when neil didn’t know what you should do “if you like it” put a damn ring on it, neil)
  • they’re not cuddling because it’s hot and they rarely do it anyway unless they’re too tired after practice to even care but they’re sitting close enough that their shoulders are touching
  • but then the cat, this damn cat, jumps on the couch next to neil. it’s fine, it’s normal. king lives up to his name and thinks he owns the place, so it’s good
  • few minutes later andrew feels a pressure and from the corner of his eye he sees that neil scoots closer to him. andrew doesn’t mind, neil respects his boundaries enough to know what andrew is or isn’t comfortable with
  • he doesn’t mind until neil is draped over his lap with a dramatic sigh and okay, he knew he signed up for a drama queen (surprisingly enough kevin isn’t the only one and andrew doesn’t fucking know how can they fit on one throne together but this is his fucking reality) but this is pushing it
  • andrew: what. the. fuck.
  • neil: oh, were you here the whole time? didn’t notice, you’re so sma-
  • andrew: tch, tch. think about what you’re doing right now
  • neil smiles but doesn’t explain. when andrew looks at the couch next to him, king is laying on the better half of it, stretching his back and why is andrew even surprised? of course neil would rather lie on top of andrew than push the damn cat off the couch 
  • “you’re fucking lucky i love you” is all andrew says, it sounds angry and impatient, but it’s enough to make both of them freeze. when neil wants to look up, andrew wraps one arm around him and pushes him down to his chest. “don’t”
  • “but you know that i do too, right?” “watch your damn movie”
  • neil says it two days after, again because of the damn cat (but by now andrew thinks that maybe king really isn’t damned after all). andrew’s sitting on the same couch one morning, he’s sideways so he’s facing king who stares back at him. andrew is talking so he doesn’t hear when neil comes to the living room and stands behind andrew. 
  • “devil incarnate, what you staring at? get away from my leg, god you’re so fucking stupid, what is that? are you purring at me? you know what i’m gonna do-” andrew says all of this with the most monotone voice while holding a cup of coffee in his hands and a cat snuggling to his leg
  • and neil knows he shouldn’t, because andrew doesn’t respond well to confessions but he just can’t stop the words that come out of his mouth. “shit, i really do love you” and it’s out there and andrew’s back stiffens and he doesn’t turn around but neil feels so good 
  • something hits andrew right this moment, in their apartment, with their cat nuzzling against his knee, holding an ugly cup that neil bought for him last christmas. 
  • those words… they feel… they feel nice.
  • they feel like home
  • so from now on neil might say them more often and andrew isn’t there yet but every time he hears it, he says “i do too” or whenever neil leaves, andrew asks “you know that i do, right?” and neil smiles at him because he knows, he always knew
  • and andrew has the damn cat to thank for all of this
  • but he won’t thank the damn cat because what the fuck and also he’s a little shit
  • let me die now
  • b y e 
The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by syeons

Genre: romance/fluff
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 12203 words
Summary: This a series based on all of your first times with Jungkook from your childhood till when you both reach adult hood.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 /PART 6


THE FIRST TIME YOU KISSED

“You tell me Y/N, do you want this?” he brushes his thumb over your cheek “Do you want to kiss me?”

Before you could ever give your response to him, reality hits the shameless boy like a train. What was he thinking when he asked you such a question? His sudden tendency to take your feelings for granted by working his moves on you, wasn’t how he ever wanted it to be. He was curious and quite greedy about having the chance to win your first kiss. Was it still like a competition for him? Was he toying with you or was he being serious?

Jungkook was your best friend and his intentions were never ill to begin with. You knew from day one, when he held your hand and decided to be your friend back then in kindergarten, that he was anything but harmful. You were well aware of the fact that he could be trusted, and all these years of friendship proved that he was a keeper. Maybe you could trust him? But what would it change? Only jungkook had the answers and decisions to take in this very moment, yet he suddenly stepped away from you

What am I doing, right now? Jungkook would suddenly ask himself as he eyed your lips up-close for the first time in his life

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Dorm Mates AU
  • Harry and Ron were SUPPOSED to be roommates but Ron fucked up and forgot to request him
  • On move in day Harry bumps into this asshole who’s bitching about someone touching his “imported scarves”
  • Harry doesn’t have a lot to unpack so he’s already set up when that same asshole barges into the room. He doesn’t even notice Harry as he orders the poor volunteers around, telling them how to set up and “that doesn’t go THERE what are you, an animal???”
  • When the storm clears Harry just stands there blinking as Draco finally notices him. He offers him his hand to shake with his signature “Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. And you are…?”
  • Harry reluctantly takes it. “… Harry Potter”
  • Throughout the school year they’re very short with each other, usually hanging out with other groups. They still respect each others rules and lifestyles within the dorm, but rarely ever talk.
  • One night, late into the year, Draco comes in shit faced drunk while Harry is studying.
  • He starts crawling all over Harry on the bed and ends up laying in his lap talking about how everyone wants to be friends with him because of his father and how sometimes he doesn’t even like the people he hangs out with and stuff like that
  • After his long rant they just kinda sit there and suddenly Draco looks up like “You’re really hot you know that? Like suuuper hot. That’s why all those girls are after you. But you’re so stupid you don’t even realize it. Honestly.”
  • He kinda goes on about how hot Harry is and how sometimes he wants to make out with his stupid face and how the way his expressions are on a day to day basis is practically killing him but then Draco starts falling asleep mid-rant and just passes out on Harry’s lap.
  • Harry just sits there in stunned silence before sliding out from under Draco and going to Rons to spend the night
  • Draco wakes up feeling horrible and he doesn’t remember a lot from the night before. When he sees he’s on Harry’s bed and Harry is gone he starts panicking like “fuck fuck FUCK what did I do??”
  • Later that night Harry comes back and they exchange awkward “heys” before Draco gets all formal saying he’s sorry if he said anything out of term or caused any trouble
  • Harry just laughs like “you’re fine its cute the way you act when you’re drunk”
  • Draco is internally screaming at "cute” but he’s like “nevertheless I should not have imposed you-”
  • Harry interrupts him like “dude enough you don’t have to act so up tight with me I’m not gonna judge you”
  • And after a bunch of back and forth they’re suddenly criss crossed on the floor talking about their stupid aunt and uncle or how strict their houses are and they’re up talking until 2AM and somehow Draco ends up in Harry’s lap again ranting away and Harry is playing with his hair, only stopping when he agrees with something (“RIGHT?? How stupid is that???”)
  • There’s a small pause as they catch their breath and wind down a bit
  • Draco closes his eyes while Harry combs through his bangs before asking “So last night I just ranted about my friends at you?”
  • Harry chuckled and makes a mysterious comment like “among other things”
  • “Like what?” Draco is sweating now oh god what did I say to this beautiful boy
  • “Apparently I’m hot and I don’t even realize it”
  • Draco’s hands are on his face because he’s beet fucking red and Harry is laughing trying to pry them away
  • “don’t worry, don’t worry! I thought it was cute-” “don’t make fun of me!” “I’m not! Really! It was adorable! To be honest, I think everything you do is adorable” “OOHMYGOD PLEASE STOP”
  • and they both act like total fucking dorks until Harry manages to get Draco’s hands out of his face and plants a weird upside down kiss on his lips
  • Harry half-expects him to get embarrassed, but after a beat Draco’s pulling Harry back down with messy kisses and reposition’s himself so he’s straddling Harry’s lap
  • They’re wrapped around each other, Draco holding himself up so he can curve Harry’s head back and force his mouth open
  • Harry’s clawing at his back, about to slide his hands down to grab Draco’s hips when there’s a loud knock on the door (“are you fucking kidding me” goes through both their minds)
  • Ron’s coming from a party, drunk, trying to get Harry to go with him. Harry just takes Ron back to his dorm instead.
  • He expects Draco to be asleep when he gets back, which he is.
  • But on Harry’s bed.
  • Deliberately leaving space for Harry.
  • For the rest of the year they switch off on cuddling and making out with each other on different beds. Ron finds out at the end of the year and is more upset about how he could have half-dormed with them since they had an extra bed than the fact they were secretly dating all that time.

I think I’m in love with muggle AU’s of drarry. Also, make out scenes are my life. Fight me.

Can I Be Her - Part 2

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.

Warnings: fluff, sad, happy ending

Word Count: 1,106

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

A/N: Don’t hate me… lol. 

Part 1 |Part 2 | (Alternate Ending Here!)

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You didn’t know what to feel. You were numb all over. You got your answer, but it wasn’t what you had expected it to be. Tom choose Zendaya and that was final.

You and Tom lost what you thought was a never ending friendship. You lost touch over a years time. You completely isolated yourself. You didn’t want to let anyone in, afraid you’d feel that heart wrenching pain that Tom left you in. The only person that you could only let in was Harrison. At least he had the decency to mend your broken heart, while the rest of your friends encouraged Tom and Zendaya’s relationships, not bothering to check up on you to see if you were okay.

“You just going to stay there forever?” Harrison said at the edge of your bed.

“Until I die!” You voice was muffled under the comforter.

“Suit yourself” He rolled his eyes.

Harrison walked over to one side of the bed and yanked the blankets off you. He instantly covered his nose with the back of his hand looking down at your horrid state. “What died in here?!” He grimaced at the smell.

“My heart” You whined.

“You need to get over him Y/N. You can’t keep doing this to yourself!”.

You knew he had a point, but how could you get over the only person you loved.

“Come on then, lets get you in the shower”. 

Harrison picked you up like a baby and entered your connected bathroom. He told you to raise your arms to proceed taking off your shirt. “Turn around” He motioned. You slowly turned not caring if he was about to see you bare and naked. He felt him remove your bra slowly pushing in down your arms. Your bare back now facing him. “You can’t bottle this all up Y/N. You have to let me in at some point” He whispered in your ear. He continued taking your shorts and underwear off. He also removed his shirt and shorts leaving him in nothing but his boxers. 

He stepped in the tub sitting down before pulling you down on his lap. You sighed in relief at the feeling of the warm water. You nuzzled your head on top of Harrison shoulder.

“Thank you” You whispered closing your eyes.

“Your welcome darling” He kissed your hair.


You were finally able to pull yourself together with the help of Harrison. He was the only one who could bring back the old you. The only thing missing was to get his two best friends to make up. You still haven’t spoken to Tom, which Harrison kept trying to get you to contact him or just talk to him even if it was for a mere second.

“At least talk to him!”.

“Why? I have nothing to say to him!” You flailed your arms around.

“I can’t keep watching my two best friends fall apart over something so stupid!”.

You were taken back. That hurt way more than you thought. You stared at him in shock.

“You think my heart being broken is stupid…” You muttered.

“W-what no no no that’s not what I meant. Y/N your feelings are not stupid” He approached you quickly. He embraced you in his arms reassuring you.

“I just can’t face him right now Harrison. Please tell me you understand that”.

“I do. I get it okay. You just need time okay” He nodded.

“Yeah” You nodded as well.

“How about we go out to take your mind off this. You need it more than ever” He smiled at you.

“That sounds great actually” You breathed out.

Harrison took you around New York to your favorite pizza place, and your favorite park.

“It so peaceful” You breathed in the air watched all the people go beyond their days.

“It is isn’t it”.

“Harrison thank you for this” You turned to face him.

“It was nothing rea-”

“No not this. I mean thank you for being there for me. For getting me back to my feet” You smiled gratefully at him.

“I’d do anything for you” He shook his head.

“Come on now there’s still lots more to do” He held out his hand to which you took and stood up as well.

“Where are we going?” You laughed as he kept dragging your hand at a fast pace.

“Anywhere you want” He looked back at you smiling.

He continued guiding you out of the park passing New Yorkers who were in a rush. You both exited the gate proceeding to walk amongst the busy sidewalks. You were walking behind him as you past a magazine stand, when something caught your attention. “Harrison hold up” You tugged your arm back from his grip. He stopped too.

You approached the stand closer and picked up a magazine. On the front cover was Tom and Zendaya together, they truly looked happy together. Although that wasn’t enough to break your heart, it was the caption that was underneath their photo that did the trick.

Hollywood's young lovers Tom Holland and Zendaya soon to Mr and Mrs. Pg 9.

You stared at it with your mouth agape. You could feel a stream of tears about to emerge. 

“Y/N…” He spoke hesitantly.

“T-they’re…engaged?” You breathed out.

“I’m sorry Y/N”.

“Why didn’t he tell me?” You looked at him in disbelief.

“He was”.

“When!? Before or after their wedding?”.

“You have to let him go Y/N”.

“How do I do that!”.

“You find someone else”.

“Like who” You shook your head.

“Someone like me” He whispered.

“Harrison-”.

“No you just listen, okay? I love you Y/N L/N. You are the best thing I that has ever happened to me. And yes, I was somewhat hurt when you told me how you felt about Tom, but I love you. I can’t keep watching you tear yourself apart over someone who doesn’t deserve you. Tom doesn’t love you Y/N I do and I always have”. He finished with a sigh.

You stared at him in shock. How come you’ve never noticed it before. It was never Tom, it was Harrison all this time.

You took a step forward and cupped his cheeks pulling him down for a kiss. It was short but sweet.

“What would I do without you” You muttered. Your forehead touching his.

“I don’t know…but all I know is that were going to be okay. You’re going to be okay” He gave you one more tenderly kiss.


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Just date - Jeff Atkins x reader

Request:  Hi :) Can you do a Jeff imagine where the reader is Bestfriends with Clay and Jeff notices that and is jealous at first but then asks clay for advice on how to ask her out and he’s super nervous and scared. Can you make it really fluffy :) :)

He was not jealous. Really. He wasn’t thinking about break Clay’s neck. He was just a little… Fine, he was jealous. He just couldn’t help it. 

He and Clay were at the library, stuying for his history class, it was going well until she showed up with her funny glasses and her stupid perfect smile. She just smiled at him and then started to talk with Clay about some kind of nerd movie. She was so excited, her eyes had that cute sparkle and her voice was so sweet. And then she put his hand in Clay’s shoulders.

Fuck, that feeling in his stomach wasn’t going away. And he was sure he was looking so stupid right now. She talked a little more and then left saying a gentle “Goodbye” to him.

“Jeff?” Clay asked “Are you okey?” Yep. He was still looking at the door. 

“Are you two dating?” The words left his mouth before he had the time to think about it. Clay started to laugh. He asked again “Did I said something funny?”

“Yeah. Me and Y/N… that’s funny. She’s my best friend, since we were kids. I thought you knew” Well, that’s good. So good. The relief should have showed up in his face because Clay looked at him with a smile.

“What?”

“You like her?” Clay asked. He ignored the question and pretended to look at his book. “C’mon, Jeff. Do you like Y/N?”

“Maybe” Clay raised his eyebrows “Fine. Yes, I like Y/N. Since I was ten, actually. But she’s out of my league” Clay started to laugh really loud “What?”

“Jeff, are you crazy? Oh my god. Y/N talks about you like you are some kind of god. She has the biggest crush on you” His heart started to beat faster. Oh god. Y/N Y/L/N had a crush on him.

“Jensen” he said “If you’re playing with me I swear…”

“Yeah, yeah. You are gonna kick my ass” Clay responded “You have to ask her out, so I can stop listen about your pretty eyes”

“She says I have pretty eyes?” He couldn’t help but smile.

“The prettiest in the whole damn world” Clay said, rolling his eyes. “Now let’s go back to work”

——-

He was walking in the hallway when he noticed her, talking with Hannah Baker. Y/N was laughing with her. Damn, she looked perfect.

Fine, Clay said she was good in Chemistry he just had to ask her for help and then they will start to talk and eventually the will end up dating. Yup. That was the plan. Easy.

Hell, no. That wasn’t easy, he started to walk to them, with his heart going crazy. He was there, standing right next to them, without talking. He just froze.

“Hey, Jeff” Hannah was the first one who noticed. Y/N turned around, confused. She smiled at him.

“Hey, girls” he started. “Hannah, can I burrow your friend for a minute?” Hannah looked at him and then at Y/N.

“Sure” she smiled, walking away.

“How can I help you, Jeff?” Y/N asked, confused. Well, Jeff. It’s your time, he thought.

“Clay said you are good in chemistry and I was wondering if you, mhm, if you can, you know, help me?” Damn, his hands were shacking. 

“Sure” she said gently. “No problem, when do you want to start?” He was screaming inside but trying to keep it cool. 

“Are you free today?” she nodded. “Well, today after school? At Monet’s? I’m tired of the library”

“Yeah, me too. Monet’s then” the bell rang “I have to go, Jeff, but I’ll see you there” she smiled, starting to walk.

“Yeah, fine. It’s a date!” he was not suppose to said that “I mean, a study-date” she laughed in the middle of the hallway.

“Just date is fine for me” and then she entered to her class. 

They had a “just date”.

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Let me know if you liked it! English its not my first language so i hope its good

In One Piece: part two

He took her chin between his fingers and and leaned down to place his lips on hers. Her eyes widened in shock before pulling back, shrieking “What do you think you’re doin’?!”

“Kissin’ yeh.” He smirked.

“Sorry, bu’ I don’ feel like kissin’ yeh right now,” she frowned.

“Le’ me make it up to yeh, please.” He rested his forehead against hers, “Please, sweetheart.”

or

Alex upsets his girl and tries to make it up to her.

WARNING: SMUT

“Don’ know wha’ Y/N was thinkin’ when she agreed to marry yeh, silly girl tha’ one. Silly as can be. But a cunt?” Alex growled, veins protruding all over as his grip tightened on the squirming prick he had pinned to the wall. “She’s jus’ no such thing, mate,” he pulled Thomas’ body forward before slamming it into the ivy covered brick again, evoking a low groan from him.

Y/N sat fidgeting in her seat across from him. She didn’t really know what to say, or how to say it. She just knew it needed to be said. “What’s this about?” Thomas asked. He was smiling, she could hear it in his voice, but she looked any and everywhere but his eyes. “Y/N?” He asked once more, the smile dissipating from his voice.

She toyed with ring upon her left fourth finger, twisting it back and forth and so before finally slipping it off. She placed it gently on the table between them before saying, “I can’ marry you.”

His head straightened up tall and floored by her statement. “‘Scuse me?”

“I can’ marry you, Thomas. My heart isn’ in it,” she answered.

“So where is your heart, then?” He asked, though he already knew the answer. “Funny yeh say this considerin’ I know yeh saw Alex yesterday.” He bit his bottom lip, teasing his tongue with the taste of blood.

“‘M truly sorry, I am. It’s jus’ not fair to do this to ourselves.” She reasoned.

He sat there for a few moments, trying to soak up her words, syllable by syllable. “Why’d yeh even say yes?” He laughed, but there was an unsettling look in his eye.

“I couldn’t bring myself to tell you no-,” she said, but was interrupted by the fierce rise in his voice.

“Bullshit!” He cracked. “Don’ put this on me! Yeh made me believe yeh wanted this, made me believe yeh wanted me!  Lead me by a bloody leash, you did!” His chest palpated dangerously fast, anger fueling his every action.  “You’re a right cunt fo’ tha’!” He picked up his water glass, slamming it against her dining wall and watching it shatter to pieces. She flinched at the ear-splitting sound, hands subconsciously flying up to hold her head.

She was on fire, burning with rage and fear. “We wen’ out together on dates! Never up until that point had I professed some deep and undyin’ love for yeh that would’ve made you go and propose! Tha’ was on you!” She spat. “I enjoyed your company, bu’ yeh had to rush it!” Y/N hadn’t ever been so hostile in her life. She’d like to think of herself as a generally calm and collected person. But this? This pushed her over the line. Who did he think he was?

Thomas’ back was to her as he rocked himself back and forth on the counter. He was taut with fury, practically steaming at the ears. “This isn’ about how I rushed it, Y/N! It has nothin’ to do with tha’ and everythin’ to do with Alex, I’m no’ stupid!” He slammed his fists onto the counter.

“Yeh know wha’? You’re right. I love Alex. I loved him before you, durin’ you, and now, an’ I’m sorry fo’ hurtin’ you, but I can’ help who my heart wants!”  Y/N cried.

“So what’d yeh do? Did yeh kiss him? Did yeh shag him? Huh?! Answer me!” He roared, shaking Y/N to the very core. “Be’ yeh did. “

“‘M not really sure what you’re implyin’ but-,”

“I’m sayin’ you’re a whore! A blimey slag!” Thomas growled, finger pointed inches away from her face.

“Ge’ out.” She whispered.

“Oh, wha’? Can’ face wha’ you’ve done-,”

“I said get out! Get ou’ of my house!”  Y/N bellowed. Her whole body was jolting with adrenaline and she feared she might pass out from the unforgiving anger she felt. Thomas shook his head, scoffing out a laugh before kicking the chair out of his way and slamming the door on his way out to prove his point. She felt bad, terrible even, for hurting him, for angering him. Though she couldn’t say she wasn’t a bit relieved, he was quite unnerving when he was bothered and upset. She cradled her head in her hands as she silently shook with cries. Y/N never handled other’s anger well. She hated when people would let their emotions get the better of them, especially when she was the cause.

She sat for a while before sucking it up and wiping her tears and grabbing the bin to clean up the shards of glass. She tried to be very careful, not wanting to cut herself, but that inevitably failed when a knock and open to her front door startled her, causing the glass to cut her hand. “Dammit,” she whimpered.

“Y/N, love,” Alex called, “what’re yeh doin’?”

Alex’s hand was gripping Thomas’ jaw harshly, threatening his skin with finger-shaped bruises as he convulsed infuriatingly so. “And a whore? That was a bi’ of a stretch, too, duffer,” he kneed him in the groin, earning a cry from Thomas. “Ditzy thing sometimes, bu’ she’s a bloody angel!” Alex growled through gritted teeth. With one uppercut to the face, Thomas was on the ground in fetal position. Alex spit in his face and stormed away, stewing and brewing and flailing about.


Alex sat atop of Y/N’s bathroom sink as she cleaned the scrapes and bruises amongst his hand from his prior indiscretion with Thomas. To say Y/N was upset with Alex was an understatement. She’s didn’t really believe in violence, and while her heart swooned at the thought of him defending her, that didn’t mean she wanted him to have a back-alley brawl with her ex-fiancé. Her lips were pressed in a tight line as she bandaged the wound to prevent infection. She wouldn’t even look him in the eye, and it hurt his heart a little. “Sweetheart, please look at me,” he sighed, but she kept her eyes low. “Y/N, c’mon,” he tried again. However, she kept doting around on his knuckles and refusing to give him what he wanted. Finally, he took her face in his hands and forced her to look at him. “I think it’s clean, love, now look a’ me.”

“You’ve really upset me,” she said.

He felt his chest tighten at that. “What ca’ I do?” He pleaded.

“You’ve done enough.” Alex really wanted to fix this. He couldn’t stand the fact that she was upset with him, but she was his girl, and nobody would insult his girl. He was sorry for disappointing her, but not sorry for what he did. Thomas needed to be taught a lesson as far as Alex was concerned. He was wracking his brain trying to figure out ways to get her to forgive him, and then he it dawned on him. He took her chin between his fingers and and leaned down to place his lips on hers. Her eyes widened in shock before pulling back, shrieking “What do you think you’re doin’?!”

“Kissin’ yeh.” He smirked.

“Sorry, bu’ I don’ feel like kissin’ yeh right now,” she frowned.

“Le’ me make it up to yeh, please.” He rested his forehead against hers, “Please, sweetheart.” She bit her lip, toying with the idea in her head before locking eyes with him, signaling him the go-ahead with a subtle nod of the head.

His lips met hers sweetly, taking her breath away. She placed one hand on his chest and wrapped the other around his neck to pull him closer. His hand gripped her waist and held her securely to him. Her lips felt like velvet and he couldn’t get enough of it. Every time she’d pull away, he’d bring her even more close, savoring the sound of her labored breath and the rise and fall of her chest increasing by the second. He finally let her break away to catch her breath, but still held her just as tightly to him. She opened her eyes to find him already itching to look into hers and her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment, so she looked away. “Hey, quit lookin’ away from me,” Alex demanded. He slid off the bathroom sink and intwined his arms around her back. She strained her neck up to look at him once more and smiled graciously, placing his lips on hers once more.

The kiss was innocent to start with, but the second she threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged in delight, a fire was ignited in him. He spun her around, gently slamming her hips into the counter, eliciting a soft, squeak-like sound from her which raised every hair on the back of his neck and tickled his skin with goosebumps. He lifted her up and placed her on the counter and moved to wrap her legs around his hips. She trailed her hands down to his chest, nails lightly scratching along the way, before he jerked her hands back up to his hair. “Keep ‘em there, love,” he growled. A coil snapped within her at the sound of his voice so rough and deep that she tugged on his tresses once more just to hear the sound again.


He sunk his teeth into the plushy flesh of her skin, and she jolted from the sensation. Her head sunk deeper into the pillow the closer he approached where she ached for him. He was feeling dizzy, overwhelmed at the situation and reeling in the smell of her in the air. He moaned quietly as his mouth watered just thinking about what he was about to do. His mouth teased the crease of where her thigh met her hip and her breath wavered. He trailed kiss after kiss until his lips touched the damp spot right in the center of her cotton panties. It was then his tongue snuck from between his lips to press against her ever so slightly, and she shied away from the contact, but his hands brought her back down against his tongue. “So sweet already an’ I haven’ even taken these off yet” he groaned. He believed, with full sincerity, that she would be the death of him.

His fingers hooked inside of her knickers and yanked them down her thighs and onto the floor before spreading her legs and nesting a home between them. He spread her open with his fingers before attaching his lips and tongue to her clit, sucking and pulling and doing everything to coax a sound from her. She whimpered, though they sounded more like squeaks, and she’d be dying from embarrassment had it not just felt so good. Her hands instinctively flew to his head and reveled in the warmth of his tongue on her most sensitive spot. Her back arched and shivered and trembled with every nibble and lick, and to make matters almost more unbearable, he curved a finger inside of her. It was foreign, a bit uncomfortable at first until Alex stroked something within her, and it wasn’t anymore.

“A-Alex,” she mewled. He moaned against her, and the vibrations nearly shocked her core. Her heart was working double time to keep her body from caving in to the pleasure completely. Between the vibrations of his mouth and the stroke of his finger inside of her, it became too much to balance. Her vision was white hot as her legs tightened around his neck and shuddered so. His name was breathless on her lips and she swore nothing could compare to the feeling of his face between her thighs, even though she could never say that aloud because it nearly humiliated her with how lewd the reality of it all was.

Alex pressed one final kiss to her mound before trailing his tongue back up her body slowly, taunting her. His lips pressed to her neck causing her to shiver at the sensitivity before pressing a kiss below her eye and asking, “How was tha’?”

“Tha’ was,” she gulped, “somethin’.”

“Had to be more than jus’ somethin’, baby. Practically ripped all my hair out my head,” he giggled.

“Oh, shush,” she covered her face, mortified. Alex pried her hands away and kissed her with fervor, heart swelling with how her lips melted into his just right.

“Stop hidin’ tha’ face away from me,” he grinned.

“Then quit embarrassin’ me!”


“My god,” Alex gasped. He buried his face into her neck, biting and kissing in attempt to silence the sounds erupting from within his chest. Her nails dug into his skin in discomfort as he settled deep within her walls and she cried out. “‘M sorry, love, so so sorry. I’ll stop, I’ll stop,” he stumbled over his words.

“No,” a tear trickled down her cheek, “don’ stop, please.” He ignored her and moved to untangle her legs from around his wait, but she gripped his shoulders frantically. “Please, no! I wan’ to feel you,” she hummed.

He sunk back into her and she gripped his right hand, interlocking their fingers and squeezing it harshly. “I don’ want to hurt you,” he mumbled.

“I’m okay, promise.” It didn’t necessarily hurt her at this point, it was just uncomfortable.

“I love you, love yeh so much, petal,” he kissed her cheek. “I’ve never felt so whole in my life. Look a’ tha’,” he gently brought her head forward to look at where they joined as one, “connected, you and me.” He laid her head back down. His hips faltered to the right a little, causing her chest to press against his and she swore. His ears perked at the sound, quickly trying to repeat the movement he just made.

“Yes,” she hissed, “that’s it!”

Neither of them had ever felt anything quite like this. It wasn’t lust. No, their love overwhelmed the lust by a long shot. It wasn’t the act of getting swept up by desire. It was a commemoration of their feelings for each other. Y/N felt like her heart could burst at any moment at the sound of Alex’s sweet nothings and praises in her ear. “Yeh feel so good, baby. You’re doin’ so well for me,” he urged a hungry kiss on her lips, “such a good girl,” he cooed.

Her body was writhing beneath his and he hoped this was a sight he could remember forever. She looked so beautiful like this. Well, she looked beautiful all the time, but there was something about the way she couldn’t contain herself at this moment that had him gawking at her. Her eyes screwed shut and broken pleas sounding off the walls put him in a near daze. The way she clenched around him and how divine she felt seemed like a luxury he could not afford.

Her lips left breathy, open-mouthed kisses to his neck and he fell against her, driving his hips right into hers, grunting each time. He was in such a state of euphoric bliss that nothing else mattered to him in this moment except for her and proving his love to her. He wanted her to feel what she did to him. How she shot electricity through his veins every time she cried his name. How his whole body quaked with each yank of his hair. How satisfactory it felt to be the only one to make her eyes roll to the very back of head with each push to the right place within her. So that’s what he did. He carried on til the early morning until neither of them could take it anymore and collapsed into each other’s arms and exchanged honey-covered words until they succumbed to the imminent sleep, tangled together, in one piece.  


so this is part two!!! i skimmed through this to half-ass make sure there were no mistakes but i’m sure y’all will find one. also sorry i’m the worst smut writer in the history of this website. i hope you guys like this as much as part one. stay tuned for part three to continue the rest of Alex and Y/N’s story! 

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2015-2017

My, my! Look how we’ve grown. As cosplayers and as friends. *wipes a single tear from my eye* It was a magical day in the early spring of 2015.. I had gone to comic con because I didn’t get asked to Senior Prom. Allie ( @the-mischief-managed ) was excited because the ever so famous Lettherebedoodles was going to the con. I had no idea who that was. So as we were waiting by the Evermore booth, my dad was talking to TT’s parents, and they were like “TT should be along any minute”. In a whirl wind of movement a group of Attack on Titan cosplayers descended upon us. Allie was most excited to see the Hanji cosplayer, so I assumed that was Lettherebedoodles. Then I was like…. that’s TT??? They’re their kid??? So I “know” them??? But that means…. they’re EVILTT ON DEVIANTART?! And for the brief moment they were there, they were like HI FAN, BYE FAN, and ran away. 

Since then our friendship really started as both of us trying to weasel our way into each other’s lives. From me working at Evermore, to being in art class together. 

TT is such a loving, accepting force in my life. They have helped me see things from a perspective I’ve never seen before. TT is passionate in all that they do, whether it’s analyzing an argument or developing a whole world of make-believe. They are always kind: helping siblings write papers, driving when it’s not their favorite thing to do, laughing and smiling at everything, and especially making people feel comfortable and valid. Their empathy and compassion is out of this world. They feel everything, and they feel for everyone. If you are sad or mad or happy, they are there with you 100%. And they will 100% share their feelings with you as well. TT is outgoing, confident, and strong. So, so, so strong. Like they could punch me in the face and I would love it. I love seeing them in makeup, whether it’s Sirius or Ariel or gosh dang Mad Eye Moody. I love seeing them with no makeup. They are so truly beautiful to me. And I loooove that when I get that stupid anxious voice in my head that says “Oh gosh I did that tiny awful thing, they totally hate me” I can immediately say, “That’s so untrue that your nose should be a mile long right now”. It is such a blessing and comfort to have them in my life. And they need to recognize how amazing they are, imperfections (I know, hard to believe from a Deity on Earth) and all. I love you!

@asktheboywholived

Mentor || Bucky Barnes

Originally posted by bovaria

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is your mentor that you have developed a crush on, one night feelings are revealed and you say the wrong thing, immediately regretting everything.

Warnings: bit of angst, then there’s a lot of fluff, talks of violence

Word Count: 1737 words

A/N: thank you to the person who requested this I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you don’t hate me for putting my own twist on this!!


3 Months Ago

“And this is Bucky,” Steve spoke as he lead you into a large training centre, “he’ll be your mentor,” your eyes shot up from the ground and landed on the man standing a few steps in front of you, gobsmacked. 

“Nice to meet you,” Bucky said extending an arm towards you in a handshake, “you too,” you managed to get out as you took his hand noticing how much larger it was than yours. 

You had been recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D and now were getting trained by the Avengers - and you were secretly hoping to get good enough to one day become one of them. 

Your father had been training you as an assassin from the young age of eight, since it was the family business. You never really knew too much about the business itself, but the day he died when you were seventeen you vowed to keep the business alive - whatever it was. You kept it up until the day you were recruited and your skills were put to better use. 

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Investing in yourself as a Sugar Baby!

Taking care of your mind and body is important especially when you expect men to drop thousands of dollars on you every month for the pleasure of your company! Personally before even thinking about becoming a sugar baby this year, I’ve been taking care of myself for years because appearance is very important in my line of work. Keep in mind that I’m in my late 20s so some stuff you might not even need at this point since most of you are in your late teens or early 20s. Enjoy those years haha well I can’t complain, I have a baby face ;) So here is a list of things I’ve done or I will be starting this year that keeps me looking good and feeling awesome plus it makes for a hot SB:

  1. Manicure + pedicure - I do them professionally in a salon every 3weeks.
  2. Laser hair removal - I’m doing my whole bikini and underarms right now and will start my legs in the next year..shaving is a pain and too much work..laser is painful especially the whole bikini but worth it!
  3. Removing stretch marks - I will do laser for that when I move to LA because those stupid marks on my butt are a pain in the ass for my confidence sometimes..I have awesome 34DD natural breasts but my ass needs some perfecting to be at the same level lol
  4. Removing cellulite - I just finished a 10 weeks treatment with the Velashape 2 in a beauty clinic for my thighs and butt..I think it helped although I only had a low amount of cellulite and it’s still not perfect or all gone..I think I was expecting too much of a VS model’s perfect ass haha drinking water, exercising and eating healthy plus putting firming body cream (I use an expensive one from my clinic with 10% caffeine) everyday helps plus I’ll need to do maintenance treatments every year to maintain the results.
  5. Removing spider veins on legs - I started treatments this year, it helps but spider veins are a recurring issue for women especially with age so I will have to do maintenance treatments every year but it’s very good that I started young even if I didn’t have a lot but the ones behind my knees were bothering me a lot. I have very white skin so my veins show easily haha I need to tan more!
  6. Dermabrasion - I started dermabrasion aka removing dead skin on your face this year..I used to have bad acnee when I was young but now my skin is much better although I still get occasional pimples and don’t have perfect skin without makeup.
  7. Acnee creams recommended by my dermatologist that I apply every day or 2 days - I mostly only have some redness and occasional pimples but the products help for that and to make my pores less visible.
  8. Laser eye surgery - I wear contacts and I’m thinking of doing the laser surgery but I’m not sure since lots of people have horror stories so I’m still thinking about it but being free of glasses and contacts would be awesome..I’m just scared of surgeries and try to avoid them as much as possible.
  9. Spray Tan - I don’t want skin cancer so I prefer spray tan when I need to have a nice tan although the maintenance is a pain in the butt..I sometimes do tanning creams at home since I’m pretty good at applying it but that’s annoying to maintain also.
  10. Gym membership - I started going to the gym finally this year although I have always had a pretty athletic body but since I like to eat wtv I want and I’m getting older lol I need to watch out!!
  11. Personal trainer for the gym - I’m going to get one soon so I can learn what to do to target the issues I want to work on plus it’s good to have someone to motivate you since I’m lazy lol
  12. Martial arts or self defense classes - Personally I do martial arts because it’s for my line of work but also because I love to kick ass. I took some self defense classes years ago and it was amazing..I think every woman should do that especially sex workers and SBs..I actually need to brush up on those moves especially the ones when your assailant is on top of you.
  13. Hair and eyelash extensions - I need to get new hair extensions because the hair dresser messed them up when she cut them although I basically never wear them lol too lazy to put them on every time so I’ll look into other options soon and get a SD to pay for it and for eyelash extensions. Never tried that and want to see how it will look and feel.
  14. Makeup and hair tutorials or classes - I started watching more videos on youtube to learn more tricks especially with hair since I suck but I’m getting a lot better..I might get a future SD to pay a hairstylist to show me 5-10 ways to do my hair haha.
  15. Good hair products and makeup - Start investing in good products that don’t ruin your hair and face..When you can it’s good to invest in more expensive products when they are better quality and less chemicals.
  16. Keeping your body soft like a baby’s skin - I put cream every night on my body to keep my body all smooth and soft plus to keep my boobs, stomach, thighs and ass all firm..better to start young!
  17. Facial creams - Very important to keep your face moisturized plus eye cream is always good to start young..those SDs want a baby face not a face ruined by sun and age.
  18. Drinking lots of water - You need minimum 2 liters of water everyday..I basically only drink water..no coffee or soft drinks but juices on occasion and I do love wine when I go out.
  19. Eating healthy - I need to be more disciplined for that because I like to eat wtv I want although I do eat vegetables and fruits everyday.
  20. Be happy and confident - Keep yourself healthy mentally..those men pay for no drama..I actually tried hypnotherapy by curiosity this year..only did 4 sessions to work on my self-esteem and confidence and it was pretty interesting to realize how I bring myself down sometimes.
  21. Teeth are very important! Having a nice smile attracts people including SDs! - Keep your teeth clean and white..I do my teeth cleaning every 9 months now (instead of 12) plus I bought a whitening kit made for me from my dentist to use at home although my teeth are pretty white already. I had braces when I was young so I have perfect teeth..I wear my night retainer occasionally to keep them straight and perfect. 
  22. Massages and acupuncture - I did both this year and need to start doing massages every 2 weeks for my back lol I’ll get a SD to pay for that!
  23. Investing in a new wardrobe - Dressing the part is important and you need something to wear for all those awesome dates you will be going on! Get a SD or POT to take you shopping and choose classic pieces that you will be able to mix and match and pull off multiple outfits with. If you don’t have anyone to pay for it, take some of your money and start buying some nice pieces or even just adding an accessory to your outfit might make the difference. You don’t have to buy expensive brands (wait for a SD to do that for you), until then buy pieces that are good quality and in solid neutral colors. Go for classy not trashy!
  24. Reading more about current events, finances and how to invest money but also some of those self help books. Be aware of what is going on in the world. - I need to start doing this more because I personally don’t follow the news or politics (too depressing) plus I want to learn how to manage my money. It’s always good to be able to hold a conversation with a SD especially if you go to events with him! You want to be the whole package of looks, brains and personality!!
  25. Learning new skills is important in my opinion plus it keeps you busy and SDs will be impressed by your hobbies, interests and skills. - Personally I love reading, cooking (I want to take some classes to get even better), dancing (I took a lot of different dance classes but I want to learn the waltz and other more conservative dances for black tie events), learning new languages (I speak multiple languages and it always impresses people especially in the US for some reason), etc.. With my line of work, I like to acquire new skills as often as I can so I can add them to my CV and stand out..plus it’s fun!

Ok so I’m going to stop here because this post is freaking long lol I’ll add more if I think about something else but just remember that you are selling a product which is yourself and you need to stand out! Being a SB is not just about looking pretty..you have to be interesting too! I see a lot of SD’s profiles that mention personality and not just looks. So take care of yourself mentally and physically :) You got to invest in yourself (the product) to make money..that’s how marketing and business work and it’s the same with sugar dating! Pay your bills and then use some of that allowance on bettering yourself to catch an even bigger fish (or whale lol)!! Go get them girls! xoxo

Daddy

Originally posted by lovershub

*not my gif

pairings: klaus mikaelson x reader; kol mikaelson x reader.

warnings: fingering, oral sex (female receiving), sex, teasing, swearing; NSFW +18.

A/N: writing this challenged me a lot, so the feedback is really really important. i want to know if y’all enjoyed this. :)

word count: 3664


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ok listen. LISTEN. i was going to wait and then make a big rec post once i’d finished all the fics but i can’t wait anymore omfg, this author is so good and i wanna share with all of you?? i know a lot of people don’t read on ffnet but amoopoint (@emilysbagelsandwich) has literally Changed me, I’ve never felt so treated in my life omg. eighteen (18) STUNNING and consistently quality fics right here, and all you gotta do is take the plunge back into the pit of voles to enjoy it all. 

HERE ARE SOME FAVES OF WHAT I’VE READ SO FAR:

The Long Con: Regina has a murderous mob bearing down on her and rather than face her punishment, she opts for the easy way out. Naturally, things get out of hand and she quite suddenly finds herself in a long-term committed relationship. Whoops. (my favorite)

The Chicken Debacle: Regina becomes exasperated with Emma’s lack of concentration when it comes to learning to control her magic and refuses to teach the idiot savior any longer. Emma doesn’t take rejection well. Unapologetic stupidity ensues. (i’m in the middle of this one right now and it’s the one that broke my will to wait omfg.)

Those Final Two Minutes: AU - Regina Mills is a captive in her own bathroom, held hostage by two idiot boys. She’s tethered and angry and there’s a half-dead cop at her feet. Things aren’t going well. (I know!! it looks like ATOD!! it’s actually very different and as wonderful in its own way!! This is the first one I read that had me reccing this author to everyone I know omg)

Pogs and Tattletales and Space Cadets: AU - No matter how many years they went to school together, Regina and Emma never could find a way to get along. Regina insists it’s Emma’s fault. Emma swears it’s Regina’s. After awhile, it ends up not mattering so much. (I LOVE THIS HIGH SCHOOL AU)

and fourteen more!! friends have read some the rest and swore by them!! I’m so excited omfg I haven’t suddenly found an author this talented and prolific since I first joined fandom in S2. (Usually fandom is more on top of it and starts talking about them earlier LMAO)

Go forth and read, read, read!!! (and don’t forget to show your appreciation and review, review, review!!!)

Adrien's Game IV: The Revenge

**Disclaimer and links to other parts of this series are at the bottom of this post.  If you see a text in bold and linked, it leads to another of my ramblings.**


You know those post-2000s remakes that give you the TMI version of a character’s back story? Yeah…y’all can blame (or thank) @luciemiddleford for giving me ideas.


In Horrificator (Revised):

  • The kids are doing a movie for REASONS and
  • Mylène and Adrien are playing the leads
  • how did they get her to agree to this btw?
  • she had to have known it was a horror movie, right?
  • RIGHT?
  • predictably, she gets scared
  • not of how handsome her lead is (which is understandable)
  • …of this
  • hey I’m not gonna judge; some people have a fear of luchadores
  • also I can tell you from personal experience that wearing a burlap sack on your head is itchy and smelly
  • …which makes Mylène’s smelly wolf song much more relevant…
  • …ANYway, Chloe opens her damn mouth
  • You know you’ve gone too far when the Sunshine Child calls you out on your bitchiness
  • Mylène is OUT you guys
  • Who’s gonna take her part?
  • Adrien: *hopeful look at Marinette*

Will Adrien finally catch a break?  Find out after the cut…

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From Enemies to Lovers. Pt:3

Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Angst & Fluff

Format: Text Post

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Originally posted by bwiseoks

Y/N’s p.o.v

I don’t get it, why is he so mean to me? Why does he hate me so much? I should hate him for the way he is towards me, but I can’t help but… like him. There I said it, I like him and it sucks because I know for sure he doesn’t have those kinds of feelings for me. All the times that he’s rude towards me, it hurts. I can’t help but retaliate, but I’d never go as far as he would. It’s almost as if he doesn’t have a filter, he just says whatever comes to his mind. He doesn’t care if it hurts my feelings, he just says it. 

Why do I like him you ask? I’ve liked him for a long time now, he has this charm about him that I couldn’t help but fall for. He’s attractive, he’s talented and just perfect, minus the attitude. I’ve seen BTS’s concert and I swear when I saw him perform Awake, I cried like a baby. His voice is so soothing, so angelic and that high note he pulled, boy oh boy did that hit me. He’d never see me that way though and it sucks, but I’d like to be friends at least, but that’s not happening anytime soon.

I’m over at the dorm, bringing food along with me. All their favourites including Jin’s favourite fried chicken. The boys think that I bought it for myself but truth is I bought it for him. Not like that matters though since he’s not going to eat it. He just left the living room and went to his shared room with Yoongi. Not once coming out to play with us.

“Noona why doesn’t hyung like you?” Jungkook asked, whilst taking a bite of the pasta.

“I’d honestly like to know that myself.”

“Don’t you hate him too?” he carried on.

“Of course not, I just can’t help but retaliate sometimes because his attitude is so damn awful.” I say and Jungkook almost choked on his pasta laughing.

That’s when I hear footsteps marching into the living room, footsteps that stopped right in front of no one other than me.

“You think my attitudes awful? Are you deluded? I honestly don’t see how the guys are friends with you, you’re annoying, stupid and ugly as fuck. You’re not welcome here now get the fuck out.” Jin demanded with so much force in his voice, every single word he spat at me I felt as though were daggers hitting me. I looked up at him and his face held such a look that I didn’t think it was human to make such a face. The face filled with hatred and disgust. A tear fell from my eye and I quickly wiped it away. His outburst caused everyone to stop and stare, it was silent until I broke it.

“I’m sorry, see you guys I’m going to head home now.” I say grabbing my bag and rushed straight out the door, I ran down flights and flights of the stairs and didn’t stop running until I was far enough, where there were no people around, where I finally fell to my knees and cried.


JIN WHY SO MEAN?!

I started listening to Welcome to Night Vale recently and I think I fell in love, thanks again for showing me this shit @silversatori! xD

I got curious if there was any fanart of him and checked out the tumblr tags (in hindsight maybe not the best idea, I might have spoilered myself a little lol) but I wanted to draw Cecil as well at least once and since for all I know he has little to no taste in fashion (like me) I crammed up some imo shitty looking clothes and threw them together in this doodle
And yes, that is a friggin Jat (jeans+hat)

My overall design for him as it is now isn’t really mine though, I just kind of threw together all kinds of designs I saw and liked and crammed it all up into this out of both lazyness and tiredness :’D

I know I’m hanging behind on things, but I hope that you’ll (after a too long period of not posting any art lmao) like it~

Was sent home today because of the flu (it came in like a wrecking ball, I tell you) and when my teacher led me to the door – telling me “If I take my eyes of you, you would probably try to sneak back in” – one of my classmates said behind my back “Sick again? Geez, she’s so weak!”.

It’s not like she was very quiet, and a few others started laughing, so both my teacher and I heard her. I felt ready to keel over, but I still said, “No, it’s okay” when my teacher wanted to turn around and call her out on it.

It’s not like I don’t appreciate the fact that my teacher would stand up for me. It’s just that I literally don’t care if they say stuff like that. That’s because of something my brother told me long ago.

I’ve always been a bit sickly. Probably because of my premature birth – being born three months too early means that lots of things didn’t have a chance to fully grow. Apart from some other little things, my immune system is much weaker than average, Thus, when I was little, I literally spent half of my time in different therapies or with trips to the doctor.

Now, it’s not easy to explain to little children why their classmate has to go see the doctor so often. So when I was in kindergarten, my peers often laughed at me or asked question that I couldn’t answer.

“Why are you always sick? Why do you limp? Why does the teacher have to help you walk up stairs?”

And then, finally, when I was five or six and sent home again because of having a fever, one of the children concluded loudly, “Is she more often sick than us because she’s weaker than us?”

Somehow, that scared me. I was too young to understand why I was so different than other children, but I understood that I was. And the thought of being weak, being a burden to others because of that, really scared the hell out of me.

It’s no wonder I was crying when I arrived home – my parents were still at work, and I would have to ask my big brother to tell them I was sick yet again. And still I was so, so scared that I’m weak and a burden.

My brother almost dropped his plate of food when he saw me limping into the room, crying loudly and with cheeks red of fever. “Little sis! What happened?!”

“I’m sick again!” I managed somehow, hiccupping like crazy. Everything hurt, which made me cry even harder.

“Hey, hey, shhhh, it’s okay, everything is okay,” lifting me up, my brother placed me on the couch, tucked me in and went to get everything. By now, it was almost routine between us – lots of water to drink, a cold wet cloth against my fevered skin, and some movies to watch so I wouldn’t get bored.

But even then, I couldn’t stop crying.

“Does it hurt so much?” My brother was at a complete loss, dabbing my face with the wet cloth. “Should we go see the doctor?”

“N-No!” I cried even harder – now I had to go see the doctor again? That made me even weaker, right? “I d-don’t wanna be weak!”

The dabbing stopped, and my brother lifted me up gently, tugging me into his lap. He was frowning as he cradled my face in both hands and asked softly, “Baby girl, who said you’re weak?”

“I’m s-sick so often because I’m too weak, right? The others said so…”

“Well, the others are fucking stupid, then.”

That shut me up pretty quickly and I sniffled with wide eyes. We had been taught not to swear, and that was the first time my brother had ever looked angry.

“Now listen here,” my brother adjusted me so that he could hold me with one arm, the other hand taking up the cloth again to press it against my heated forehead. “You’re the opposite of weak, okay? You’re a fighter. In fact, baby girl – you’re fighting right now.”

“I… I am?”

“Sure you are! Did nobody ever tell you?” Looking around, my brother waved me closer, whispering quietly as if it was a secret “Being sick is actually being in a fight, you know?”

Really?” I was transfixed by that, but I would never have doubted my big brother. I had spent a long, long time believing that everything he said was true.

“It is! You know, the illness? That’s actually a tiny, tiny little army of viruses that’s attacking you. They’re so tiny, you can’t even see them!” He showed me how tiny by pressing forefinger and thump together, nodding all the while. “And you and your body, you have to fight this tiny army. And that’s why everything hurts so much – because you’re taking hits while fighting. But you fight back, and you win, and then you get better. Every time. You see, little sis, you’re like, a knight! A brave knight fighting many armies. The others? They’re not that strong. They couldn’t fight so many armies and still win. So don’t listen to them, alright?”

“Alright,” I agreed solemnly, eyes falling closed as sleep creeped up on me.

“That’s my brave girl. And now, the little knight goes to sleep, so that she can fight with new strength later.”

It was the last time that I thought of myself as weak for being sick so often. From then on, every time I felt bad – be it because of an average illness or depression – I thought of the whole thing as a battle that I have to fight and win.

The whole thing is not even that silly. Think about it – especially those who are somehow fighting their own battles right now. You’re fighting, now or then or in the future. Even though you’re probably feeling terrible, you don’t give up, but keep on going, keep on fighting back whatever makes you feel horrible. How is that supposed to be weak? That’s the opposite of weak! It takes strength and courage to fight. You’re not weak, everyone – you’re super strong and brave, and amazing in general.

Don’t let anybody tell you you’re weak when in reality, you’re a fighter.