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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.14

A/N: So you guys, this time this whole chapter was written with Harry Styles’ album on repeat because girl…that’s my shit. I could’ve ended it better, but I honestly didn’t know how to. Anyway, you all know the drill of 100 notes and feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy, lovebugs💕

 **WARNINGS**: Nothing besides profanity. A nice vanilla chapter

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“Mmm, good morning, princess.” Calum whispered as he pressed loving kisses to your jaw.

You sat there stiffly cuddled into his chest, your voice holding no emotion as you told him,“Get your shit and leave.”

Calum’s eyebrows met together and he pulled his arms from around you, sitting up so that he could see your face. You wouldn’t even look at him.

“I thought we-”

“Yeah, I did too.” You cut him off before telling him what you came to realize when you woke up nearly an hour ago.“You fucking used me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You don’t remember what you texted Michael?”

Calum’s eyebrows never parted during this whole conversation, his face showing nothing but confusion. When you unlocked and handed him his phone, it was already opened on the messages between him and one of his best mates.

“You went through my phone?”

“Michael text you something about work and I told him I’d tell you when you woke up, because I knew you wouldn’t want to talk to him at seven in the morning. I just so happened so see my name and got curious.”

“Yeah, but you-”

“Cal, it was never a problem going through your phone for three months straight. Why is it a problem because you’re in trouble?”

Calum shook his head and went to read the conversation, mentally choking himself from what was said. Of course he didn’t mean it like that, but now that you’ve seen it there’s no way your going to believe him.

Calum: I just miss her mate.
~I miss everything about her from how loud her laugh is to the way she scrunches up her nose when she sees something disgusting
~And the way she always smelled when we cuddled
~And the sex…the sex was fucking phenomenal…I miss that the most

Michael:Then go get her Calum
~I couldn’t if I wanted to
~Go apologize and fuck her, you said that works every times she’s mad
~This is different…
~I’m just telling you what you told me you do when she’s upset with you
~ You go buy her some shit, apologize, and have sex with her. Isn’t that how the ordeal works or something
~Well…I guess you’re right
~I’m always right
~I’ll try

“Y/N, I swear to you that really wasn’t my intention.” He held his hands in the air as if surrendering.“I drunk a few beers and came over to talk and it just led to something else.”

“Wasn’t that the point, though?” You spoke, your voice laced with attitude as you crossed your arms.

“No! No, I promise!” Calum seemed panicked, but you payed it no mind.

All Calum was thinking was he somewhat got you back last night only to lose you again over some stupid text that seemed worse than it actually was. He felt as if he should have the word “IDIOT” written in big bold letters across his forehead.

“I honestly missed you and it wasn’t just about the sex. I just wanted a way to feel close to you that’s why I went through with it. I thought- I thought that meant we were going to be okay.”

You heard the sadness in his voice and saw how his face softened as if he was actually hurt, but no. He shouldn’t be the one hurt, he’s the one who keeps hurting you.

“You’re just…” you laughed lightly, shaking your head in disbelief.“you’re unbelievable. Feeding me dreams just to get what you want. Do you even actually like me?”

“Yes! Of course I do! Everything is just too complicated right now, but-”

“Just go.” You interrupted, standing to show your bare body. When you saw him eyeing you and watched as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, you had to remember to be mad at him. “Don’t come back, Calum. Seriously.”


“Go to your fucking model girlfriend and tell her how you cheated on her with a bitch like me. See how she feels.”

You slowly began to find some lounge clothes consisting of a pair of black tights and a polka dotted shirt and ignored the fact that Calum was still sitting there on your bed. Sadly, he was still fully naked, so the multitude of thoughts that were running through your head contradicted what you initially were thinking about him. God, the things that boy did to you. He waited until you began to re-moisturize your curly mane in the mirror before he spoke again.

“Princess, I really am sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“Yeah, me either.”

You heard the Māori sigh behind you and him shuffling around to unravel himself from the sheets. You watched through the mirror as he got dressed with the most defeated expression and fought the urge to let him back in. It was heartbreaking to say, but you really had to let Calum go. You refused to keep him in your life if that only meant you’d be angry and jealous twenty four seven over some white girl you didn’t even know. Some girl who snatched him from you within days and ruined what the two of you had going. You weren’t going to be bitter over a man who was never really yours. Calum wrapped his toned arms around you from behind and you stiffened, looking at him through the mirror. He had his face hidden in your hair and began to sway you from side to side, letting out another sigh, but this time in contentment and not disappointment.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting one last hug before I see you in God knows when.”

“Get off of me.”

He placed a kiss to your shoulder and mumbled out,“Bye, princess.”, and finally exiting your room.

You huffed and bent over to lean over your dresser to rest your face in your hands. Who knew catching feelings would be this complicated?

You groaned loudly as you continued to bang on your friend’s door, praying that he’d come open it. You knew he was in there due to hearing the sound of what seemed to be Adele playing somewhere in the apartment. Typical Connor.

“Dammit, Connor, open the door!” You shouted and waited a few minutes to see if he’d come to the door. When that didn’t work, you began to threatened him.“Don’t make me go to headquarters and tell them that I don’t know if you’re alive or not.”

It wouldn’t be the first time you had to check on both him and Felix for locking themselves in their apartment for days at a time. Soon enough you heard the sound of a lock turning and there stood your best friend in all of his…glory.

“What the hell?” Your eyes widened at his appearance.

You’d known this man for two years and you’ve never, not even once, caught him slipping like this. His hair was definitely in need for a cut and it seemed as if he hadn’t washed it in a weeks. His usually glowing tanned skin was now a bit pale, he had dark bags underneath his eyes, and the sparkle in his bright, sky blue eyes dimmed to a dull blue. You were pretty confident that if he could grow facial hair, he’d be sporting a full beard.

“Connor, oh my God. You just…wow.”

“I know, I look like a homeless man, shut up.”

“Okay, you’re definitely getting out of this apartment." 

“Y/N, no.”

“Connor, yes.” You used the same tone back on him as you pushed passed him to enter.

Surprisingly the nicely designed apartment was nearly spotless besides the empty pizza box and half a two liter coke sitting on the coffee table. However, the house had lost its usual smell and its comes to help you realize that it was Felix’s cologne that surrounded these walls. Connor always wore something light with a fruity scent whereas Felix wore some heavy polo cologne.

"I’m not going anywhere.”

“You haven’t left this apartment in a month.” You deadpanned.“The only time you do leave is for groceries.”

Connor didn’t say anything as he plopped into his couch. You took a seat beside him and watched as he picked at a string on shirt that you realized belong to Felix, the difference between their height causing it to be a little longer on him. You two sat in a comforting silence until he finally broke it.

“Have you seen Felix?” He asked his eyes darting away from you the second you made eye contact.

“You don’t know where he is?”

“We haven’t uh…He won’t return my calls or texts.” He shrugged.“Im actually kind of worried because if he’s with some other guys getting comforted he might not ever come back,because that’s how I met him and-”

“Connor, Felix’s been sleeping on my couch for the past month.”

“And you didn’t fucking say anything?!”

“I thought you knew!”

“Oh my fucking God, Y/N! All this time I could’ve been banging on your door trying to win him back instead of thinking he was on the other side of town or some shit!”

“All you had to do was ask.” You said as you crossed your arms.“I thought you were ignoring him on purpose.”

“Of course I’m not ignoring him. I saw Felix as my future husband, I’m not letting him go.”

You noticed the tears in his eyes and sighed, opening up your arms and gesturing for him to hug you. You knew the blonde most likely hadn’t spoke a word about the breakup to anyone and had been alone in his apartment letting it all out. He sobbed loudly on your shoulder as you rubbed comforting circles on his back.

“I miss him so fucking much.”

“He misses you too, C.”

“I wouldn’t fucking know. He’s being so bitchy about the whole thing and-and-”

“Shhh, it’s gonna be okay.” You reassured.“I’m gonna get you two back together, I don’t care how long it takes.”


“I promise.” You held out your pinky finger and Connor laughed through his tears, wrapping his pinky around yours.“So, I’m gonna talk to him and we’re definitely having a girls day tomorrow, okay? Give you time to get back to your fabulous self.”

“It’s a date.” He agreed, ruffling the curls on top of your head.

“Felix, we still need to talk!” You shouted as you made your way into your apartment, placing your purse down on the coffee table. “Felix?!”

You saw that he was missing from his usual spot on the couch and went to check the other rooms in the apartment to see if he was there or not. You told him while you were out earlier running errands that when you arrived back home, you’d have along talk about his relationship situation. You weren’t really too surprised to find out he went ghost on you tonight.

“Of course he leaves when we have to talk about Connor.” You said out loud, rolling your eyes in annoyance. As you went to enter your kitchen you stopped in your tracks after spotting several gifts on along the countertop. “The hell?”

There sat three dozen roses, a large bag, and two other boxes placed neatly on the marble isle. Your eyebrows were furrowed as you searched for a note or something regarding as to where this all came from. Your initial thought was that Felix went shopping and just so happened to buy roses since those were his favorite flowers, but you knew deep down exactly where this came from. As you finally found a small card tucked neatly in one of the roses, you couldn’t fight the smile that made its way to your face at the sight of his handwriting.

I’m sorry about what happened this morning and well I guess last night too. I don’t regret it, but I do apologize. Hope you can forgive me, princess. - Cal

You reread the note over and over again, soon allowing giggles to escape your lips. It was like you were in ninth grade with your first crush all over again. You smelled the roses and felt the softness of the petals along your fingertips. Then you suddenly felt extremely excited as you pulled the paper from the bag to reveal a new Louis Vuitton Speedy 30 and you squealed at the sight of it. How Calum remembered that you wanted this purse before everything went down, you had no idea. You even forgot that you wanted the purse. You gently placed it back into the bag before opening the larger box first which happened to be a large assortment of chocolate covered strawberries. There was another note tucked inside, but this one was computer generated letting you know it came shipped with them.

I remember you told me chocolate covered strawberries were “to die for” on our second date. Please don’t die, though :) - Cal xxx

“Idiot.” You mumbled out as you picked one up, moaning as the sweetness of the chocolate and strawberries juice filled your mouth.

You gasped as you saw that the third and last box contained a beautiful heart shaped pendant encrusted with diamonds around it. In the middle were the simple letters “C.H.” engraved in a beautiful cursive font.

“He didn’t.” You whined to yourself as you examined the necklace in disbelief.

You had always joked about getting his name on a necklace so that everyone could know you were his, but it was always all jokes to you. The necklace was cute, yet subtle. You really had to see the necklace up close to see the small letters and that’s exactly what you liked. Only you and a few people would actually know the true meaning of the necklace.

Before you could come to your senses and get over the elated feeling, you had your phone in you hand waiting for Calum to pick up his phone. Once the sound of his voice came through you grinned wider than you were before.

“It’s kinda hard to be mad at you and push you out of my life when you’re buying me gifts.”

“That’s good news, then.”

“Thank you, Cal.”

“It’s nothing, really. ” he blushed on the other side of the phone.“You deserve it after all I’ve put you through. I know it can’t make up for it, but it’s a start.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

There was an awkward silence until Calum broke it , attempting to make conversation.“ So…whatcha doin?”

“I just got home, I guess I was gonna shower.”

“Do you think we could uh…we could talk on the phone like we used to?” He questioned nervously.

“Where’s Nicole?”

“She’s not here. Are you seriously going to always bring her up?”

“I am.” You confirmed.

“When you told me you were petty, I didn’t take you serious.”

“Oh, I bet you wish you would’ve prepared yourself then.” You flopped onto your bed and leaned back against the multiple pillows that were placed at the head of it.

“Nah.”He chuckled.”I’m pretty sure I can handle it.”

Tell it to the Marines AU - The Nanny [Part 2]

@tsume-yuki because my muse for your things is apparently more powerful than for mine. It gives me life, I swear.

Part 1

Ace and Riskua stared at the newcomer… intruder… whatever they were, in tense silence, their fixed stares focused on the single burning eye.

She seemed to be studying them in turn, taking in their features with an unhurried gaze, calculating every nuance and twitch in their muscles. Her observation held a certain weight to it, like she was picking them apart in her mind.

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Tips for living from the best-smelling dad in the world.

Nacho Figueras is many things: internationally renowned athlete, brand ambassador for World of Polo fragrances, all-around cool dad. In honor of Father’s Day, The Sephora Glossy compiled five rules to live by, as told by Nacho. BECKY PEDERSON

1. Make a lasting impression.
“My father introduced me to the classic Polo fragrance at a young age. I remember treasuring the bottle with the golden polo player on it.”

2. Spend time with your family.
“Our whole family—Delfi and the four children—ride horses together all the time. All of my kids love to ride.”

3. Be well rounded.
“I love sports in general, but we also love to travel. I try to expose the children to different places and artistic things as well.”

4.  Dads are role models.
“I’ve learned everything from my father. He was and is an amazing father, and now that I am one as well, I realize where he was going with so many things that I didn’t understand back then.”

5. Work hard.
“I encourage my children with stories about how hard it was to get to where we are today. I’ve told them that you have to knock on a hundred doors, and maybe one will open. I remind them of that every day.”

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anonymous asked:

Vhope(pls make jhope bottom!), m, smut, for the prompt you know how V became the leader for one day in show champion and also threatened a beating to jhope when they get home? Please write about that! Thank you so much!

Thank you so much for waiting, and i hope it is worth it!



rated for language; rated for smut; rated for kink; rated for fetishes; rated for boys who can’t keep it in their pants

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Jung Hoseok from Gwanjil was convinced he knew the definition for bad decisions; he could smell one from miles. Heck, he’ll even admit that he could detect when a bad decision was on the brink of sinking. Some bad decisions he variously remembers from 9th grade history were like the lack of safety jackets on board the Titanic ship or when Napoleon was convinced he could overtake Russia when he invaded in 1812.

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I’m really sad. Not the type of sad that people get when a relative or their dog dies or when they don’t get accepted to the college of their dreams or whatever else in the world there is to get sad about. Nothing is below me and I am better than no one but this is the type of sad I don’t think anyone ever gets. The kind where waking up makes you want to dig your nails into your skin and instead of carving his name into trees you want to carve it into your thighs. Your arms. Your stomach. When the first letter of his name appears in every word you ever write and his smile doesn’t escape the inside of your eyes when you write down the word “molecule.” His smile doesn’t make you happy anymore, it just makes you cry. My mom comes in my room sometimes and asks me if I’m okay and I yell at her to leave. I can’t help but snap at those around me when all I want to do is be alone. All I ever want to do now is sleep and cry and I don’t want to play or go to school or see sunlight. It’s the kind of sad that makes you think you have cancer, some kind of terminal illness or something because your chest starts hurting all the time and you can’t breathe as well as you could before and your throat closes up when you ask for notes from the boy in class that sits next to you who has his same name. It’s not his fault you’re sad, but he triggers it. Just like the smell of Dentyne Ice or Polo cologne. Just like when you see boys with long hair and dark eyebrows. I bought his cologne last month and sometimes I spray it on my bedspread when I miss him and want to feel like I’m in his arms again. I’m almost out. I miss him a lot. I check our texts from time to time. I sent the last 4 messages. “I miss you.” “I don’t know what I did.” “I miss kissing you and holding your hand while you drive us to your place.” “Why don’t you ever text me back? I miss you so much baby.” He probably found someone else. He probably didn’t like me calling him baby. He’s not my baby anymore. He’s probably hers. He probably kisses her neck now and not mine. They probably hold hands and I bet he touches her thighs too. He used to do that to me. God, I’m so sad.

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  • Bucky stressing over what to wear
  • Steve teasing him relentlessly 
  • “Look at my little Bucky all grown up! Goin out on a date like a big boy. They grow up so fast”
  • “Steve. If you don’t shut up, I will kill you”
  • “But then you’ll be all sweaty for your date with y/n…”
  • “That’s it. Get out.”
  • Him trying a bunch of different hairstyles 
  • “Do I go with ‘Polo Red’ or ‘Eternity’ cologne?”
  • “Stop hogging the bathroom Barnes!”
  • “Leave me alone Tony!”
  • Being stunned at how amazing you look
  • Bucky insisting that you choose where to go 
  • But him making lots of suggestions 
  • “We could go to a shooting range”
  • “Or Bucky, we could do something not involving automatic weapons" 
  • Taking his motorcycle to a pottery wheel class you saw an ad for
  • Calling you “doll” 
  • Him being very annoyed by the hipster wannabe pottery teacher
  • “Why does he keep saying ‘cray cray’ and ‘totes’ y/n?”
  • Bucky breaking the pottery wheel
  • Being kicked out of the pottery class
  • “He said to hit the clay to get the air bubbles out y/n!”
  • “He didn’t say to beat the clay Bucky!”
  • Him choosing the next place you go
  • Which is a shooting range 
  • Running into Steve and Sam there
  • “Oh no”
  • Steve and Sam teasing Bucky for taking you to a shooting range on a date
  • “Actually boys, this was my idea. And we’re having a very great time. So if you’d excuse us, we were just about to go make out under the streetlamp outside so…”
  • Steve and Sam watching, shocked, as you and Buck leave
  • “Are we really gonna kiss y/n…”
  • “I sure hope so”
  • Him kissing you under the streetlamp

anonymous prompted: Would you ever write a sugar daddy!kurt and younger!blaine fic. No smut, just like them being all cute, and Kurt buying Blaine things, despite him telling Kurt not to

Blaine opens his eyes to a new camera on the nightstand. He knows that it’s new because he’s been lusting over it for months now and had stared at it longingly in the store when it had come out last week. He blinks, then closes his eyes, thinking that this is probably a dream or some very vivid hallucination, because the reason why he doesn’t own the camera yet is because it costs approximately twelve-hundred dollars.

When he opens them again the camera is still there, sleekly black against the modern chrome-and-white of the nightstand and the wall behind it. As the haze in his brain clears, Blaine sits up, rubbing at his eyes.

“Good morning.”

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