Okay if someone is heat intolerant and they’re really upset and miserable because they’re outside or without air conditioning when it’s really hot they’re not “having a fit” or being a baby. The heat is making them violently ill and putting them in danger. It’s a dangerous health concern and you’re a huge dick if you’re minimizing that and laughing at them.
All of these are on ao3, they’re all shipping fics. I’ll add more as I read, these are just the ones I’ve read so far. My opinion is in italics, I only added the pairing, summary and theme of the fics, not the warnings and ratings so check those out when you’re gonna read them because some of them contain either smut, death or violence. You’ve been warned.
Most people only have one miniature angel or devil riding on their
shoulders to serve as the physical manifestation of their conscience.
Poor Namjoon has five, and they’re all telling him the same thing:
“fucking talk to him god dammit what the fuck is wrong with you”
Seokjin loved working at the library, but some patrons got on his
nerves. Take, for example, the grown man who sat in the corner every day
and leeched off of the Wi-Fi. And Seokjin worked in the children’s
Ah, this is… something else, for sure. Cute as hell. Funny, too.
Summary: “Together with their families, Kim Namjoon and Kim
Seokjin… Wow, this is formal… Wait,” Hoseok squints at the paper, before
looking back at Yoongi with a quizzical look on his face. “They invited
you with a guest? But… You’re single, right?”
“Min Yoongi,” Jimin
glares at him over the bar, crossing his arms sternly over his chest.
“If you’re seeing someone and you didn’t tell us I will kick your ass,
so help me god.”
“I’m not dating anyone,” Yoongi sighs, grabbing
the invitation and scanning it quickly. The words “with a guest” are
underlined and Yoongi can almost see it: the smugness on his brother’s
face as he nods with satisfaction, putting the pencil down.
“So what does it mean?”
Yoongi shifts uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding making eye contact.
“I might’ve… invented a boyfriend,” he finally mumbles to the glass in front of him.
This is so good, amazing, incredible. Brilliant. Entertaining as hell.
Summary: A collection of events occurring within (and without) the walls of the Beta Tau Sigma fraternity house. At Beta Tau Sigma, there are only a few rules:
1) have a declared major in the College of Music; 2) keep your GPA above a 3.4; 3) don’t let Taehyung into the liquor cabinet; 4) don’t fuck up with Kim Seokjin. The rest is all fine print.
(Rating changed to M for sexual content in ch17.)
OKAY, THIS FIC IS THE END OF EVERYTHING FOR ME. My Favorite Fic Of All Time. Nothing is ever gonna top this for me, even House of Cards. This fic has it all, humor, angst, fluff, smut. Everything. Incredible fic. Golden fic.
Summary: they say that one should fall in love with their eyes
open, but Jungkook keeps his closed, and Taehyung is afraid that they’ll
fall in all the wrong places.
the concept of strings in space
time theory is that on a one dimensional plane, one only has the option
of going backwards or forwards in their direction of travel. Jungkook
chooses to be swept along into the unknown, with Taehyung as his only
Summary: Taehyung nearly chokes, but only nearly. Instead he raises an eyebrow
and puts on the most suave smile he can manage. Hopes he looks far more
collected than his for-some-reason racing heartbeat would let on, more
suit-and-wine than elementary-schooler-with-a-new-crush. “You like me?”
Jeongguk blushes, and looks at his feet. He’s smiling. “Of course.”
Summary: “Talk dirty to me,” Taehyung says lowly into Jimin’s
ear, breath ghosting Jimin’s earlobe, eliciting a slight shudder from
“I’m not wearing underwear,” Jimin whispers back, pulling back to look Taehyung in the eye.
groans gruffly at this, breaking the eye contact to lean down and nip
Jimin’s jawline gently. “God yes baby that’s just-“
wearing any underwear because you never fucking put the laundry in the
fucking dryer like I’ve asked you to 100 times,” Jimin hisses, voice
strained with vehemence, glaring at him and Taehyung sighs defeatedly.
(in which Taehyung and Jimin navigate through married life together, realising belatedly that it’s not always smooth sailing.)
Talking about it, of course, became harder as the days passed by. Yoongi
could never find the right time to bring it up. He was still wondering
if he was just imaging things. If he was just thinking he was feeling
the things he was feeling. But that was quickly disproved every single
time Jimin curled up around him and Jungkook kissed him. He was a
fucking idiot in love with two bigger idiots and there wasn’t a damn
thing he could do about it. Except probably ruin it by talking about it.
Hell, maybe it was better to just never mention it and pretend it
When Kim Taehyung’s academic situation takes a turn for the worse, his
mother is convinced to hire a highly recommended tutor in the hopes for a
miracle that would turn her son into a conscientious student. Her
eldest son, Seokjin, has a far more skeptical opinion on this entire
thing, expecting it to be-lest he sugarcoat it-a complete failure. And
Kim Namjoon is just really bad at making good first impressions (or
second ones, or just impressions altogether).
At three o'clock in the morning after he’d been working for ten hours
straight and everything he touched came out wrong and all his words were
stilted and clumsy and all his music was rough and tangled… for some
ungodly reason Kim Namjoon opened up a new browser window, typed bangtan sonyeondan fan fiction into the search bar, and then (god) hit enter.
LISTEN. This fic is so good it’s almost Beta Tau Sigma and that’s saying a lot because I love that fic. Anyways, the story in this one is great and it has its funny moments as well as fluffy and frustrating ones. Great fic.
Summary: Park Jimin has never been on a date. Nor has he had his
first kiss, flirted with anyone, or fallen in love. His classmates
would ridicule him and base nicknames over his distaste toward anything
romantic. (Look, here comes Saint Jiminie!) Even his younger brother
would make fun of him while his parents watched with pitying looks on
or: soulmate au where your soulmate’s date of death is tattooed on your wrist.
This made me cry. At school. No joke my friends were worried. Great fic, read if you want to cry.
Yoongi likes one night stands and he understands how they work. What he
doesn’t understand, however, is how he ended up in bed with a
probably-not-legal kid crying in his arms about his broken heart,
because he’s pretty sure (and correct him if he’s wrong) that a
babysitting job was not what he was looking for when he went to the
opening of his friend’s new club.
I read this instead of studying. Really good and interesting, I like the characters.
Summary: Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table,
plucking the card off the little holder. “Dearest Taehyung, just wanted
you to know that I’m thinking about you. I hope you’re thinking about me
too. Love–” he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and
pursing his lips. “Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang
professing his love for me?”
Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand.
Taehyung’s been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi’s criminal life for a
long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling
him deeper into the mix.
Cute and a good read, the concept is awesome and I like the way it’s written.
Summary: Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most
notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to
infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down.
“You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated.”
Trailer. This fic. I have no words. It’s beautifully written and the plot is amazing, really interesting and just plain good. The fic to end all Mafia!AUs. Nothing is ever gonna top this for me. It’s also a long read.
Summary: Because Yoongi doesn’t know how this started, or how
this will end, but he knows this simple fact: he knows that there is a
love between them that is much fiercer than the burning sun. There is
that love then, and there is that love now, and surely there will be
that same love the next time.
(Or: the one where they’re
reincarnated over and over again and Yoongi meets a different version of
Hoseok every time but Yoongi is the only one that remembers.)
Ok, this fic made me cry really hard and I’m still affected by it. It’s beautiful and sad and you should totally read it.
Yes hello I am a Alex and this is a thing of how I do a witchcraft. If you do this a certain way feel free to not listen. If you don’t like the way I do it lit, donut do it this way :3 that is all
What is a sigil?
“an inscribed or painted symbol considered to have magical power.” -google aka a digital or physical painting/drawing/craving/or anything with a design that is given a certain meaning by the person who made it.
What are sigils used for?
The maker draws a doodle (more or less) and charges it with their intent.
Can anybody make one?
How complicated does it have to be/look like?
It shouldn’t be that hard or pretty, as long as it pleases you it is fine
What materials do you gotta use?
Whatever you got. digital or physical. Paper and pencil/pen/blood/wax/anything - Wood drawing things/knife to carve Literally a n y t h i n g
Do sigils have to be aesthetically pleasing?
Nope :3 just has to have meaning it you/someone you’re making it for
Do you have to be a witch to use sigils?
No you don’t. It’s up to you and your beliefs
Where can you put sigils?
*cracks knuckles* Shoes, binders, behind phone cases, under tables, under chairs, on your nails with sharpies then put nail polish over it, in your car, in a pillow, draw them on yourself (thighs, stomachs, arms, whatever), clothes tags, out of ketchup on your food, literally anything and everything you can think of
Can I cut out a sigil for a keychain or somethin?
Yes, and you can put them on your alter, hang em in a car, etc
Can you use sigils in spells?
Yes you can, just like tarot cards and oracle cards
Can you have two different sigils for the same thing?
Yes you can (ex. if you have one for happiness, but want to make another one for happiness, you can draw a different design) (ex. 2- if you see someone make one to ward off depression and want to make one for the same reason, you can make one but with a different design)
How do you “activate” a sigil?
As soon as you draw it, it’s activated. However if you want to give it a little umph, you can bury them, burn them, submerge it in water, etc. If burning you can wafe (is that even a word) an object through the smoke to charge it with your intent
Are sigils used for cursing/hexing too?
Sure can be, up to you and your beliefs/craft
What all can you use sigils for?
Everything. happiness, good luck, help to study, anti*illness*, help your plants grow, help your phone battery last longer, help Kendall to not be a bitch, the list is endless
And finally, how do you a sigil?
Understand what you want the sigil for, I would suggest a simple one at first so I’m going to explain how to do it for happiness
Gather your resources, again I’m doing a easy one so I am going to “use” a pencil and paper
Get in the mindset of the intent you are going for, so this one is happy. Maybe do some stretching before and clear your mind
Now that you’re all razzle dazzled in a happy mood, close you eyes and thing, what shape in happiness to you right in that moment. Do you thing it’s a bunch of lines or even as simple as a heart? Thing about it
Now if you have trouble with step 4 (like I do, ADHD is a lil bitch) play some music that makes you happy or a movie. Does Frozen make you happy? Maybe draw a lil snowflake
Now as fun as it is to draw an elaborate sigil, remember, this can go into your Grimoire or BoS for you to copy onto other things
The most important thing now,
Magic requires consent
Please don’t put “Make Justin love me”
Instead you can put“Attract someone who would love me that has the same traits as Justin”
Overview: Y/n and Shawn talk about what they love about each other.
Authors note: Purely wrote this so I could gush about how amazing Shawn is
“Why are you so hot?” I ask while I layed on the hotel bed, my legs hanging off the side.
“What?” Shawn laughs, turning around and looking at me through the doorway from the bathroom.
I tilt my head to look at him. “I mean like, I know you go to the gym and everything but you’re face- flawless. I cannot find one flaw on your face,”
“Is that so?” Shawn hums, his back muscles shifting as he turned the tap off after finishing rinsing his toothbrush.
“I’m not usually one to obsess over looks because personality is key,”
“Are you saying my personality sucks?” Shawn teases, flicking the lights off in the bathroom and he leans against the door frame.
I shoot up right, “Not at all. You’re a 10 out of 10. You have the full package. Good as looks, most amazing personality and you can sing. No wonder you got the chicks swooning,”
Shawn’s head tips back as he laughs, “I only need one chick to swoon and that’s you,”
“See, that is what I mean. That right there was perfect,” I point at him as I speak.
“Did it make you swoon?” he says smirking, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Just a little bit,” I grin, flopping back onto the mattress.
“What else do you love about me?” Shawn walks over crawling onto the mattress, laying on his side, head propped up on his hand to look at me.
“You have the softest hair ever. Do you use product? I’ve never seen you put any in but then again, I’m never awake early enough to see if you do anything after your shower,” I trail off, eyes flicking to meet his.
“All natural baby,” he smiles, his eyes warm as they lock with mine.
“Of course it is. I’m seriously considering that you might be a Greek god like Hercules or something. Left on earth to be raised by human parents so you could bless all us humans,”
“Pretty sure I’m human Y/n,” he says laughing.
“To be discussed,”
Silence settles over us, the heater humming creating background noise. Shawn leans closer, his nose brushing my cheek.
“Want to know what I love about you?” He whispers, his breath fanning my face.
“My charm?” I ask, winking at him. A chuckle escapes his lips, his head falling onto my shoulder.
“As much as I love your charm I also love how you always try and find something positive in every situation,”
“I guess I do that,” I smile softly, pecking his nose.
“You also show so much love to all your friends and family. You don’t halfheartedly love someone, you put your whole soul and body into it,” He kisses my forehead gently. “Thats why I’m so lucky to have you in my life and to be able to receive your love,”
“Dammit Shawn, I’m going to cry,” I let out a shaky laugh.
“Aw baby no, this is meant to be a happy moment,” Shawn tucks some hair behind my ear.
“They’re happy tears don’t worry,” I smile at him, my heart feeling as though it would burst at the sight of the man in front of me.
“You’re also the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says and I gasp.
“But what happened to and I quote ‘she’s not even drop dead gorgeous’,”
I have been a childcare professional for almost six years and been a parent for ten.
Whenever someone says that children are too young to learn about ‘gay’ stuff, I practically die laughing because, ladies and gents:
I have seen small children do WAY more stereotypically ‘gay’ stuff than straight without a care in the bloody world.
I have seen little boys happily put on dresses, kiss each other, hug, take care of babies, expertly put a nappy on a doll and be completely unafraid to cry when they’re hurt.
I saw two little boys being Dads and when one of them asked me ‘Can you ask one of the girls to be the Mummy?’ I replied ‘Well, some houses have two Dads, why don’t you guys have two Dads?’ and THEY SHRUGGED, NODDED AND WENT OFF TO PLAY TWO DADS.
I have seen little girls declare loudly they will marry their best friend, marry two dollies together, play house with two mums, build aeroplanes out of lego, get angry
and love dinosaurs.
Why? Because they don’t give a shit what you think and they haven’t been told any of this is ‘wrong’. Maybe none of these children are gay, but the fact that they think- KNOW- that this stuff is just stuff and any basis in gender or sexual preference is completely arbitrary, is so important and it gives me so much hope.
Also, I asked my daughter if she wanted to marry a boy or a girl, she said girl.
- Matt and Shiro knew each other since middle school and would often hang at the Holt’s house
Shiro basically lived at the Holt house bc Matt is the best
- Before the Garrison, Shiro was the type who didn’t have many friends because by the time he had his first Existential Crisis, everyone else around him was still in their Cooties phase and he just couldn’t relate. The fact that he had a not too common obsession with space did not help his social graces
• Matt was the one who actually had social skills. Matt was the popular kid
• Being at the Garrison helped Shiro blossom into the Golden Boy we know
• He is v embarrassed about his awkward phase; Matt capitalizes on this
• “I’m not doing your paper for you, Matt.”
“bitch i will expose u and tell everyone that you made star trek fanfiction”
“You wouldn’t fucking dare.”
“i would d a r e”
- Matt is v aware of he and Shiro’s height and build difference. It didn’t really bother him. Lean and Short just made it more satisfying for him when he beat the jock types in class. He was fine until The Incident when Shiro was mistaken as his babysitter
• “SHIRO I WILL FIGHT THEM LET ME GO”
“Don’t make me put you in the corner, young man.”
“SHIRO I WILL END YOU IF YOU DONT PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW–”
- Due to The Incident Matt decided payback was necessary and began the whole leap year baby joke
• Pidge started it up again with the Voltron Team
• Space Dad is still Space Mad at Matt after all those years
• As soon as they find Matt he’ll nail him with a babysitting joke so hard
- Matt is quick to defend Shiro when someone insults his best boy. Only he is allowed to roast Shiro. Only he
• “shiro is such a dweeb”
“Yeah, Shiro isn’t that great of a dude as the teachers sa–”
“don’t come near me or my son again blocked and deleted i will fig–”
- Shiro and Matt never fought about the legitimacy of aliens, but they did constantly fight about how said aliens would be like
• It got so bad once that Matt marked his house as a “No Shirogane Zone”
• The ban was lifted after Matt grew bored with no Shiro to hang with
• Shiro wasn’t done being salty tho
• One week passed before he caved in, he missed the peanut butter cookies
• “Let’s never fight like that again. Promise?”
“yea ill promise when you say that purple aliens with robo tech is cooler”
“What no. A royal race of humanoids with magic is much better sounding.”
“we go to a futuristic scientific institution why are you like this”
some baby boomer who has spent the last three decades in a loveless marriage with someone they barely tolerate: just wait, you’re going to regret putting off looking for love! you’re going to be so lonely when you’re older!! your life is going to feel so empty and incomplete!!!
me, putting my own happiness first, pursuing my dreams, cultivating healthy and fulfilling platonic relationships, doing whatever I want whenever I want, and just generally living my life to the fullest as a young single adult:
Ride Me Baby *Part 3* (Harry Styles Mature Mini Series)
Hiya guys, so finally I’m getting this chapter up. I am beyond over whelmed with the feedback ive been getting from this series and I cant be more thankful for you guys reading it and enjoying it! I hope you enjoy this chapter! –K
**WARNING, EXPLICIT AND DETAILED CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK** +18
Word Count: 5,869
Y/N’s POV As I stood there speechless staring at Kendall as she was staring at Harry then glaring back at me like I had done something wrong. Has Harry been cheating on me with her this whole time? My heart started to sink at the thought. Harry and Kendall did date for a while but broke up because of the public always stalking them or taking pictures 24/7, so for all I know Harry might still have feelings for her and sleeping with her behind everyone’s backs. And by his reaction it seemed like he was happy to see her, even though I was standing right there. “Your faces are priceless, cant believe you fell for that one” Kendall started to laugh uncontrollably as she stood clapping her hands applauding her performance. “What the fuck Ken?” Harry’s face slightly changed into a crooked smile as he joined in with her laughter. “What are you doing here? Please come in” He steps backwards as she walked into our room, with her long legs and flat stomach that was on show under her crop top. She is so beautiful, why did he leave her for me? “Y/N?” My head shot up as I was startled out of my train of thought. “Sorry?” “How are you doing sweetie?” Kendall came over to great me with a hug, which I accepted. I had to. Ive never really sat down and got to know Kendall to know what she is like. She is so sweet and polite, I have no hate against her. But for some reason I don’t like her either. “Im good thanks how are you?” “Good, how are you guys enjoying your trip?” “Yeah its great, Y/N has always wanted to come here so I surprised her for our anniversary” Harry butted in as we walked into our kitchen. “Oh my god I’m so sorry I interrupted, I seen that you guys were here so I thought it would be rude not to come down and say hi” She giggled as her stare as with Harry through out the whole conversation. Now I know why I don’t like her. “Aw thank you for popping in Ken” His stare was with her, again. I don’t know whether I’m reading too much into this situation but with the atmosphere it seemed like he was glad to see her or something, I don’t know.
Ok but I’ve been dying over here because: -CALEO -Apollo being Bi is still both a big deal but at the same time not a big deal (Does that make any sense idk) -Meg is amazing and must be protected -Also TRAUMATISING BACKSTORY -Hunters can’t be in ANY romantic relationships regardless of gender -Lesbian ex-Hunters -Apollo and Commodus’ story THE PAIN -Hunter named Hunter lol -Thalia is still a queen -Calypso is getting her powers back -Leo’s full name might be Leonidas??? -Calypso putting Apollo IN HIS GODDAMN PLACE -Apollo: *CHARACTER DEVELOPS LOUDLY* -APOLLO IS WILLING TO DIE FOR MEG -APOLLO IS WILLING TO D I E FOR MEG
-LESS THEN A YEAR UNTIL THE BURNING MAZE -WE ARE GOING BACK TO CAMP JUPITER -JASON -PIPER -FRANK -HAZEL -REYNA -ALL OF THE ABOVE PUNCHING LEO
And of course the most important part of the entire book
Rick remembered Grover
GROVER UNDERWOOD IS BACK BABY!
Like seriously someone please help me I can’t deal with all of this
I’ve seen this topic pop up a lot but I’ve rarely seen a good answer for it. Like me, I’m sure many girls out there have wondered numerous times, how the hell do I get an allowance? More importantly, what about my privacy?
When I first started in the bowl it was cash all the way. I wasn’t getting very much, typically just pay for play kind of thing and it was around $400-$600 each time. I didn’t like it and for a while, I stopped sugaring anyway, so it didn’t matter.
Then I met my most recent SD (now previous). And my allowance was monthly and…substantial. The first time he gave it to me, we hadn’t worked anything out so it was cash. And of course, because it was so much, I felt really uncomfortable. It was a lot of money and I didn’t know what to do with it! Where do I put it?? Do I deposit this in the bank? Hell No. I brushed that off immediately because obviously, I didn’t want to be hounded by the IRS. Tax fraud, no thank you. Even though it’s technically considered a gift and I’m pretty sure there are laws out there that mention “mistress” money matters, I’m not that familiar with them to trust putting a large sum in the bank.
So I did some research. I didn’t give my SD my real name and kept it that way through our entire relationship - I have a HUGE issue with privacy. So direct bank transfers and bill pay were out of the question (he’d need all my info for that) - also this goes back to the whole tax thing. Another thing out because of the sheer amount of my allowance was the gift card method. No gift cards are worth as much as I was getting monthly and it would be such a hassle for him to have had to buy a new one and load money on to it each month or whatever. So no gift cards. I looked into the Square cash and Square card reader thing. The card reader just seemed way too transactional for both my and my SDs taste. I believe he said the phrase “Guess my Amex really WOULD buy everything.” Ugh. And Square Cash deposits right into your bank account. I looked into seeing if it would deposit to a pre-paid card that’d have no attachment to my name but alas, no such luck.
So I researched pre-paid cards themselves. I did HEAVY research on prepaid cards. I’m now like the guru of pre-paid cards. Which ones hold how much money, how you are able to load each one, which ones carry the highest fees, which ones need your full disclosure, which ones require no info at all. I’ve boiled it down to a science and this is what I’ve come up with:
AMERICAN EXPRESS SERVE CARD
This is how we did it:
My SD opened a serve account online and they sent him his personalized card. Having the online account is key here. You can buy a temp card at the stores but the online account gives you just so many options. It’s magical.
So, once he opened his account and was sent his card, he opened a “sub” account for me. All he needed was a name and email address and from my end, I confirm everything and my card is sent out. Voila. No, he didn’t need my real name and no, I didn’t need to give any other information besides that. I made my own account online that he cannot access without my password. If I change my password, he doesn’t see it. He can only put money on my card - his sub account card. It’s that bloody easy.
Other than being able to use the card just like any other debit card (pay for things as you would a normal card, take cash out of an ATM, etc.) I can also pay bills online. So things that normally require being paid with a check, I can do that too. Amex Serve will send places a check when I need them to - I just put my student loan info in online and blam! It sends them a check. And, best of all, it’s attached to his name, so it looks like he’s making the payments for me. I’m almost 100% sure there’s no repercussions to someone else making a bill payment for you, you know, tax-wise. And he didn’t need to know my info. It is that easy.
So, any sugars out there with big allowances worried about tax things and privacy, look no further than the Amex Serve card. It has been hugely beneficial to me. Granted, it takes a few weeks to get both cards set up and sent, but when they are and he’s putting money on your card, it’s heaven.
Have questions about the whole process? You know where to find me.
• Sitting on his lap whilst he tries to teach you how to play the drums • Finding old bandannas and hats and trying to convince him to wear them again • Comforting you when you’re upset • Cuddles until 3am • Random drumsticks turning up around the house all the time • You being the only person he wears his glasses around • Forehead kisses • Holding hands with his super long fingers, wrapping themselves around yours • Binge watching “That 70s Show” on Netflix • “Jackie is such a bitch” “No she’s not Ash, she just loves Kelso a lot” “I love you more Y/N” • You being featured constantly in his Instagram stories • On bad days, him being so scared that you’ll leave him for someone better • “Ashton Irwin, I am so in love with you, don’t doubt that for a second” • The fans being unsure of you at first, but when they saw you loved him unconditionally and made him happy, you were the biggest OTP • “Ash put these flowers in your hair” • Him acting like a puppy • Being in love with his giggle • Taking his glasses everywhere because he constantly forgets them • Holidays to the most amazing countries – Budapest, Thailand, Japan • His mum being so thankful that you have made him happy • Comforting when someone says something rude about him and brings his dad into it • “Ash, you are amazing and kind and so perfect, don’t be sad please”
• HIM BEING DADDY AF • “Scream my name baby girl” • Him fingering you would be the most wonderful feeling in the universe • Super kinky with bondage, but still be gentle • Making you cum over and over again
• Long cuddles and soft kisses after wards • “You are the best thing that has happened to me Y/N” • Him doodling over every piece of paper and giving them to you because they’re cute, and you putting them in a box somewhere and smiling to yourself • Concert dates • Going in tour with the boys • Michael teasing you both – “Y/N why would you date a human banana” “Fuck off Mickey” “Just saying because I am confused” • Him trying to cook for you and almost setting the kitchen on fire • “I’ll order pizza”
do not date guys that can’t compliment your lifestyle.
If your like me prefer the finer things in life, vacations, splurging whenever I feel and anything fabulous. Why date a guy who is the complete opposite? Someone who would make you feel guilty about the way you live or even try to change you completely? Don’t get me wrong opposites do attract but does it last? How much are you willing to put up with, is something you should ask yourself. Are you wiling to give up and change what makes you happy to make someone else happy….
Recently I have been SO stressed out because I almost have too many POT’s and SD’s that I know what to do with. I had to start making some cuts and weigh out the pros and cons.
Be with an SD you’re EXCITED to see.
That may seem impossible depending on the appearance of your SD but I’m kind of a shallow snob and only pick guys I’m decently attracted to. But Mr. Limelight (pictured above…OMG he’s stunning.) is someone that I get SO excited to see even though he is the CHEAPEST out of all of them. $200 per meet. You know why? Not only is he stunning, but he’s so much fun to be around, he compliments me so genuinely, thinks I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen…. I feel wanted and secured by this man. (I wish i was 10 years older so he’d find me appropriate to date exclusively lol)
Mr. Christian Loubitoun, who I haven’t made a post about yet, is a much older man who looks that way, texts me with the sweetest texts. He’ll send me pictures on his trips of things he bought, because he thought about me. We have wonderful, intellectual conversation and I know would never put me in danger.
DON’T make yourself suffer to be with someone because of the money.
I’ve been offered a shit ton of money, a place of my own (as long as he could stay when he visits) and so on. But I couldn’t stand him. I couldn’t stand his appearance, his overly sexual desire to just abuse me (theoretically) because he had money. If I dreaded seeing him, why would I put myself to suffer more when spending an hour with him would make me want to throw up. There’s only so much bullshit Sugar Baby acting you can do before it shows on your face. It’s not worth it, I promise. Remember, self worth doesn’t mean the money you obtain.
If he treats you like he’s paying you, leave. Don’t get disrespected.
YOU are a beautiful woman. Regardless of our title as a sugar baby, I still expected to be treated like such. All my SD’s love me because I treat them like a vanilla boyfriend. We’re basically a paid girlfriend without the drama. But you’re not going to text me at 2am at night horny as hell expecting me to get you off. (only) For example, I had a SUPER hot ex baseball player over me but ALL HE WANTED TO DO WAS FUCK. He never took me out, he never texted me other than “I want you to come over.” NOPE. I don’t care how hot you are, I am not an escort or a call girl. (Although I love you ladies that are maybe I’ll hook you guys up hahaha) There was a post, if I can find it I’ll link it but she talked about how her POT made her hold out her hand and dangle the money in front of her. Her response was priceless, she ultimately let this man that she had self respect and he was a dick.
Just because he pays you, doesn’t mean he controls you. EVER.
I let my POTs know and SD’s know my expectations. When I’m with you, we’re together. If not, baby, you go do your own thing. I’m not controlling (nor should ANY Sugar Baby be…post coming soon about that) and I expect him to be the same. It’s okay to tell him you’re independent but that doesn’t mean you’ll deprive him of all of his needs.
Get an SD or POT who understands how this works.
The GOOD Sugar daddies will compensate you for your time, even if it’s a first meet up. They understand how it works, they know getting intimate out in public, (unless you initiate it) is not okay. They know you have bills that need to be paid properly and respect you time and goals as long as it’s reciprocated.
“I promise I’ll be there,” Peter spoke, and Tony over heard him on the phone. Tony leaned against the door frame to his office where Peter stood taking his phone call.
“Hey, I apologized for last time… I know… I can’t wait… I-I love you too. Bye” Peter hung up, a smile tugging at his lips. The boy looked absolutely love sick, it made Tony smile a little.
“Was that your girlfriend?” Tony asked as he walked in.
“Ah! Mr. Stark, how long were you right there?” Peter whirled around to look at Tony. Tony rose an eyebrow, his smile only growing.
“Not long. Tell me about the girl,” Tony sauntered into his office and sat behind his desk. Peter was absolutely red in the face and obviously looking for any way out of this conversation.
“What girl?” Peter played dumb.
“Come on, kid. You’ve got to be a better liar than that to fool me… unless it’s not a girl, which is fine. Tell me about them.”
Peter sighed and sat in one of the chairs on the other side of Tony’s desk. He was still obviously blushing, “She’s from my school, and we’ve been dating for a while.”
“Jesus, I don’t think I had a relationship that lasted longer than six days when I was your age. How do you do it?” Tony say up, suddenly fascinated by the conversation. He thought maybe this was a two week thing, something casual, and the ‘I love you’ that was exchanged was premature and naïve. However after learning the time frame of the relationship he had to rethink that; maybe it was sincere.
“She’s really great,” Peter mumbled, still obviously embarrassed.
“Well where are you taking this great girl? And why haven’t I met her? Does your Aunt know about her?”
“Yeah Aunt May knows and we’re going to the art museum. She likes to make fun of the classics. And I guess you haven’t met her because I didn’t think you wanted to. ”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I dunno, you’re busy, I guess. And it’s just a normal thing, not a super hero thing.”
Tony suddenly felt kind of bad about that. He wanted to know these things, if only because he was nosey. At that moment, he decided the previous matters on which this meeting was called on was no longer important. He wanted to know all about Peter’s girlfriend, and this date they were supposed to be having. This was kind of big. First loves were important right? People married their high school sweet hearts all the time. Sure those marriages often ended in divorce but sometimes they don’t. Tony realized there was so much wisdom he needed to share with Peter. Were they being safe, taking the proper precautions so they didn’t ruin their future with a baby?!
“Okay, kid,” Tony inhaled sharply, trying to put his spiraling thoughts to rest, “Tell me all about this girl.”
Peter eventually had to leave to go on his date, but Tony just wasn’t satisfied with simply hearing about the girl. So he called in someone who understood the concept of trusting no one and treating everyone like they’re suspicious.
“Hey Natasha,” he spoke on the phone.
“So Underoos has a girlfriend.”
“Yeah, her name is Y/N.”
“You already searched her up?”
“No Peter told me about her, the time you asked me to keep an eye on him while you were in Mumbai.”
“He just told you about her?!”
“He needed advice on what kind of flowers to get her. If it makes you feel better, I also did some background checks and things like that on her. She’s an average student, she’s a part of few little clubs, most notably she’s on the newspaper. She’s got some award winning articles too. I think she wants to be a journalist.”
“They’ve been together six months Natasha.”
“I know, tonight is there six month anniversary. They’re going to a couple of museums. They’re at the art museum right now.”
“… Are you trailing them?”
“Of course I am. This Y/N girl is great for him, I can’t let him screw it up.”
Tony was quiet for a beat, “I’ll meet you there.”
Tony and Natasha watched from far off at the two teens. They held hands as they walked through the art museum. She pointed at a painting and said something that made Peter laugh. Tony put in an ear piece that allowed him to hear what the two was saying.
“I’m just saying, Daphne turned into a fucking tree,” Y/N laughed, “Ancient Greek mythology is fucked up.”
“She swears a lot,” Tony grumbled, he looked over to Natasha to see her smiling a little, “Natasha!” he chastised.
“What? It’s kind of funny.”
The couple kept walking. Y/N rested her head on Peter’s shoulder as they went to the next painting. It was of Sappho and her many lovers. Y/N read the description in front of the painting aloud.
“ Sappho and a close friend, huh?” she said sarcastically.
“Mmhm, just two gals being pals,” Peter agreed.
“Oh yeah, because I kiss my girl friends on the mouth all the time. No homo, dude.”
“Definitely not. Sappho was just a woman who was close friends with a lot of other women.”
“Yeah, nothing gay about that, dude. She totally wasn’t a lesbian.”
“Oh no definitely not.”
They were both starting to laugh, because the picture in front of them was so blatantly gay. Y/N continued on about how historians will go to any lengths to make things heterosexual. Natasha was trying to keep it together and not outright laugh at the things Y/N said. Tony was trying very hard not to instantly like Y/N, because he didn’t even know this girl, but he couldn’t help but to smile every time Peter laughed. Peter was just a kid in love with her, and he so rarely embraced being a kid. He was trying to be more mature so he could be a better super hero, but these precious moments of youth were passing him by. He couldn’t help but to think Y/N was good for him. Y/N and Peter got to a particular sculpture in which she tried to mimic the pose the statue was in. It was admittedly a complete failure, but Peter tried to. He was no closer to matching the pose than she was. They laughed at their mutual failure and continued on. They eventually left the art museum and got lunch together.
“She’s a good kid,” Natasha assured as they sat with their coffee al fresco across the street from the restaurant the two of you went in to.
“Well I didn’t think she’d be bad… just maybe not right for Peter. He’s a sweet kid, and people like to crush kindness when they find it.”
“This girl has been with him for six months, and do you know how many times Peter has cancelled plans with her to go save someone in need. She doesn’t even know he’s Spider-Man. She just trusts that whatever he’s doing is important… so if anyone is going to get hurt in all of this… it’s probably her.”
“How many times has he cancelled.”
“14,” Natasha over articulated then took a sip of her coffee.
“Jesus,” Tony sighed.
“Yep, and she’s still here.”
“He should tell her.”
“I think so too, but he’ll only take so much advice from me. But you know how much being a superhero can strain on a relationship, maybe he’d take the advice better from you.”
Tony turned his head and watched as Y/N pulled out a box from her purse. He listened in on their conversation.
“I know we both agreed not to get each other presents until our year anniversary, but I saw this and I thought of you,” Y/N spoke.
Peter went to speak, obviously about to chastise her for getting him a gift but she held up a hand to stop him.
“I didn’t spend a dime on it.”
Peter opened the box and a smile took over his face. It was a super old polaroid camera that 1977 would soon be calling for.
“You know now that I think about it… that’s probably worth a lot of money,” she spoke offhandedly, “But I don’t use it anymore, and I know you’ve been collecting cameras so…just promise me you won’t sell it.” she shrugged again. Tony could tell she was trying to seem casual about the gift, but she’d probably spent days trying to figure out what to get Peter.
“Of course I’m not going to sell it. How did you just have this?”
“It was a gift from my grandma,” she sighed, Peter motioned to give it back, “No, you keep it. I never use it, and my grandma would have wanted someone to use that camera, and love it the way you love the rest of your cameras.”
“… I will,” he gave her a soft smile. He put the camera’s strap around his neck. He then reached into his own pocket to get a small box.
“Looks like neither of us can follow directions,” Peter smiled ruefully as he slid the box to her.
“God dammit, Parker. I wanted to be the master gift giver this time,” she joked as she took the box. She undid the bow around it and opened the box. She looked up at him, confused by the content of the box, or rather surprised.
“It’s a uh… a promise ring,” Peter was red again, “Not to get too intense or anything… it’s just that I know it bothers you that I cancel a lot… even though you don’t say anything about it. I just wanted to show you that I really do want to keep you forever.”
“Oh god that’s so sweet, I’m gonna throw up,” Natasha groaned.
“Jeez, who raised this kid.” Tony complained looking away from the scene he thought to be cringe worthy, because of course that was too much for a high school relationship. It was entirely too much.
“His aunt is a hopeless romantic.” Natasha explained.
“You’re gonna make me cry, Pete,” Y/N spoke and as she did she seemed to already be dabbing tears from her eyes.
“Oh wow, she’s into it,” Tony said surprised by the turn of events. Peter pulled his own ring on as Y/N put on hers. Y/N leaned over the table and kissed Peter. It wasn’t one of those long winded kisses that Rom-Coms glorify, it was sweet and simple.
“Ew this is too sweet. I think I’m getting diabetes just from watching it,” Tony complained but he didn’t look away. As Y/N sat back on her side of the booth, Peter put his camera up and snapped a picture of her.
“Pete,” she complained.
“I want to remember this moment forever,” He explained as he pulled the picture from the little slot and shook it absently.
“Yeah but I’ve still got tears in my eyes,” she laughed a little. Peter smiled as he looked down at the slowly forming picture.
“You look beautiful,” Peter assured turning the picture toward her.
“We’ve got another museum to go to, silly boy,” she reminded, “We can’t spend forever here.”
Tony came back to himself at her words. He and Natasha should go. They should allow Peter the youthful innocence of his first love without prying eyes.