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Sugar Baby Education 101: 7 Etiquette Habits

It is a big part of sugar baby’s lifestyle to be comfortable go out on dates with their SDs to high-end restaurants, opening galleries, charities, fundraisers, and balls. What most newbies do not know/lack is the proper etiquette habits. 

For those men who surround themselves with successful people 24/7, would be a big turn off to be with a young lady who does not know how to behave and know the unspoken rules in the public. It is important for all sugar babies to know how to act classy and elegant, take your time, don’t be in a rush, be sophisticated and be a mystery for your SD. 

When you are dating a millionaire, the right manners and ways of conducting yourself assume an even a greater importance since they indicate grooming and class – qualities which are important in the upper classes.

Here are a few tips on dating etiquette if you are seeing someone rich and successful and wish to come off as his/her ideal partner.

#1 How to Communicate

  • Not every thought that comes into your head should come out of your mouth. Vet your thoughts. Speaking your mind does not mean sharing every thought. Some thoughts are not appropriate and could cause irreparable damage to your relationships.
  • Never gossip. Most gossip is bad, negative and damages relationships.
  • Look everyone in the eye for no more than 5 seconds at a time, then divert your glance for another 5 seconds. Practice will turn this into a habit. 
  • Make eye contact with people you speak with.
  • Never criticize, condemn or complain about anyone to another relationship. It’s a giant red flag. People will assume that you are bad mouthing them and will try to stay away from forming any strong relationships with you.

#2 Focus on your partner

When dating a rich man , it is important to let them know you value the time and effort your partner is spending on you. And one of the best ways to do this is by being attentive to your date. Maintain steady eye contact with him and listen actively to what he has to say. Smile often and present a positive body language. Also avoid fiddling with our phone (do not take pictures of the food, take snapchat of yourself, etc. do not present yourself as immature girl.). Unless you’re on call at a high-pressure job, you have no excuse for frequently checking your PDA. Flashing expensive technology makes you look self-absorbed and immature. If you must take a call or check a text, apologize for being rude, and tell your date why it’s necessary.

#3 Eating Etiquette

Believe it or not, most people don’t know how to eat. In the adult world of the successful, you need to know how to eat at social settings. Let’s go down the list:

  • As soon as you sit in your chair take the napkin off the table and drape it over your lap.
  • Never begin eating until everyone has their meal.
  • Never chew with your mouth opened.
  • Never talk while you’re chewing your food.
  • Never dip any food you’re eating into a sauce everyone is using.
  • Don’t wolf down your food. Eat at the same pace as everyone else at the table.
  • Never hold a spoon, fork or knife with your fist.
  • Outside fork is for salads, inside fork for the meal.
  • Never make gestures while your utensils are in your hands.
  • Never reach for anything like salt and pepper. Always ask someone to pass things like that.
  • Don’t slouch at the table. Sit straight up.
  • After the meal, excuse yourself and go to the bathroom and make sure you don’t have any food in your teeth. Carry a toothpick or something similar in your wallet or purse wherever you go.
  • If your date orders, compliment his choices, whether it is his choice of dessert or the wine. At the end of the dinner, thank your partner for inviting you out and don’t leave it for the next day.Focus

#4 Dress Etiquette

When dating a millionaire, it is crucial to turn out in a classy and elegant manner. Adopt a personal style which highlights your best features and above all, get the basics of grooming right. Even though you may not be able to afford a Louis Vuitton handbag or a Cartier watch, ensure that whatever you are wearing is suits you and is appropriate for the occasion.

  • Work and Job Interviews – Some professions have special purpose clothing like construction, roadwork, electricians etc. If you work in an office, dress like your boss or your boss’s boss. In some offices it’s business casual, in others, it’s a suit and tie for men. For women its slacks, or skirts with open collars, heels or no heels are ok.
  • Weddings, Wakes, Funerals –  In most cases, this will be suit and tie for men. For women, it’s the same as work clothes but many women like to wear more formal gowns or a more stylish cocktail dress, usually worn with heels. Some cultures have special dress codes you need to be aware of.
  • Formals – Usually formals are black tie optional, black tie or white tie for men. Optional usually means a dark suit, tie or black bow tie, dark shoes. Black tie means black tuxedo, dark shoes, white tie means black tailcoat, white wing-collar shirt, white bow tie, black shoes for men. For women, it’s a long formal gown or short cocktail dress or dressy long skirt and top, usually worn with heels. White ties are very rare.

#5 Introducing Yourself

In life, you will be forced into situations where you will meet new people. This is an opportunity to develop valuable relationships.

There are 5 basic rules to making introductions:

  • Smile
  • Firm Handshake
  • Make Eye Contact
  • In one sentence explain who you are, why you’re there and who you know at the event
  • Ask Questions About the Person You are Introducing Yourself to.

#6 Basic Manners

  • Yes
  • Please
  • Thank you
  • Be punctual (Being punctual is especially important when dating the rich since for them time is money, and as soon as they find you tardy, they will see you as a waste of time.)
  • Excuse me when interrupting or entering a conversation
  • Don’t interrupt someone while they are talking
  • Don’t roll your eyes when someone says something you disagree with
  • Don’t look away when someone is talking to you
  • Never check your cell phone when talking to someone
  • Stay positive and keep criticisms and negative comments to yourself
  • Compliment, compliment, compliment
  • Thank anyone hosting an event, dinner etc.
  • Never curse or use inappropriate language during social events
  • Never be rude

#7 Learn to handle embarrassing moments

No one is born with perfect manners and it is all a matter of practice. So while dating your SD if you realize that you have committed a faux pas, make as little of it as possible. Ignore whatever you did or didn’t do and force your mind onto something else. Go on smoothly as if nothing happened and very soon people around you will do the same.

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“There is a very strong correlation between the subject of royalty and the color purple in the scriptures. The word, royal, means that which belongs or pertains to a king. The children of a king are said to be his royal seed. The clothing of a king are his royal apparel. The cities of the king are referred to as royal cities. Thus, all the possessions of a king are royal possessions.”

“Satan is an imitator. He tries to imitate Christ, but in a wicked way. We see in the scriptures where his false or idol gods are clothed in purple: Jer. 10:8 But they are altogether brutish and foolish: the stock is a doctrine of vanities. 9 Silver spread into plates is brought from Tarshish, and gold from Uphaz, the work of the workman, and of the hands of the founder: blue and purple is their clothing: they are all the work of cunning men.”

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Okay! So here’s a sneak peak of my new early 15th century cote with hand sewn cloth buttons. This kit still has a long way to go, but I wanted to show you my Butterbeer tankard from Hogsmeade!! Not exactly medieval immersive, but I’ve been drinking eeeeverything out of it and I love, love, love it!

Also, I had to get myself a new leather tankard holder for my belt after the one I made got promoted to buckler strap. This one was made by the very talented local blacksmith down at Kryal Castle. –sorry I had to pick the display one, it just had the cutest button!–

Like She’s Mine (part two) - Stiles Stilinski

part one here

warnings: swearing, teen pregnancy, mentions of sex


I was sitting in Lydia’s room, going through her magazines in the hunt of what’s in for the summer.  Rompers, short styled overalls, and suspenders with skirts and tee shirts were the majority of what I came up with.

It was an early morning for teenagers on a saturday Allison Lydia and I had thrown a sleepover the night before.  Mostly laughing about the party Lydia had nearly three weeks ago.  More so how Allison and I didn’t remember the majority of it.

“Yeah yeah, we’re kinda lightweights” Allison said, rolling her eyes.

“We? I drank more than you did Alli.  You are the lightweight around here” I said, causing Lydia to snort.  Which only made us all laugh more.  I fell back on the bed, in an uncontrollable fit of giggles while Allison began to hit me with a pillow.

“You’re mean!” She said, laughing as she attacked me.

“Stop it!” I squealed.  “Stop! Sto-” I gagged suddenly, my hands flying from my stomach to my mouth.  I scrambled off the bed, feeling bile rise in the back of my throat.  Allison called my name in concern, Lydia trailing behind me as I rushed to the bathroom, but i slammed the door shut, hacking into the toilet as soon as I lifted the lid.  I hurled and heaved, trying to catch my breath.

“Hey, hey y/n?” Lydia knocked softly, before opening the door.  She came up next to me, kneeling right behind me and pulling my hair back as I released the last of my stomach’s contents.

“I’m sorry” Allison said from the doorway.  I hastily pulled out the roll of toilet paper, ripping off some and wiping my mouth before throwing it into the toilet and flushing.

“It’s okay, I just haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday so it just caught up to me when we were fooling around” I said, turning on the sink as Lydia continued to caress your back.  Allison looked guilty, but didn’t say anything else.  I rinsed my mouth out thoroughly, swishing, spitting, repeat.  “I’ll be fine, seriously, the feeling passed” I said with a smile.  Even though my stomach said otherwise.

“You sure?” Allison asked, not fully believing me.

“I’m sure.  Now come on, we gotta be at Lou’s in half an hour, and I look like shit.

Roll montage of the three of us packing up our things and getting changed while singing and dancing around to the radio.

Lydia pulled up by the storefront, and Allison and I grabbed our bags.  She’d driven us to work, seeing that she’d picked us up for the sleepover.

“You girls have a nice day!” Lydia called with a slight laugh as she waved a hand out the window.  I waved back as Allison blew a kiss.  Lydia drove off after that, rolling up her window and probably playing the music she liked rather what Allison and I forced her to play.

I unlocked the door, letting Allison in first.  We made our way to the back room, where our employee lockers were.  Allison didn’t have a lock on hers, the girl trusted everybody.  But I had one.  I sat on the floor, back against the metal doors as she put her overnight bag into the locker, and pulled out her working apron.  Filling the pockets with sample packets of flower seeds, a spray bottle of water, one of plant growth fluid, as well as a rag because she hated dirt.

“You sure you’re okay hon?” She asked in worry, and I nodded again.  I watched as she tied a neat bow behind her back.  Then finally made myself stand and get ready for the day.  Saturday was our busiest days of the week.  Sometimes friday nights, lovers coming in to get flowers for their loved ones.

Allison had made her way out to the cash register.  She was probably sitting on the stool while texting Scott.  Which was usually how she passed free time when there was no customers.  I finished putting my bag away and tying on my apron, and dragged myself out of the back room.  Grabbing the inventory clipboard off of the counter Allison was at, the only counter actually, I made my rounds through the small shop.  Literally anywhere I walked, she could see me.

“So has Theo talked to you at all?” She asked, slipping her phone into an empty pocket of her apron.

“Why do you ask?” I questioned, making a check mark next to aster.

“I don’t know… you talked about him half the year, then you guys finally get together and you drop him completely”

“Well I wasn’t exactly looking for a boyfriend…” I trailed, giving Allison raised brows.  She shrugged her shoulders.

“Have you talked since school ended? We were there for a week after the party” Allison asked.  “Or at graduation?” I shook my head again.

“Nope.  He was the perfect one night stand.  In where you don’t mention it happened at all” Allison made a ‘huh’ sound.  

I figured she didn’t understand the concept completely, she’d confided in me that Scott was her first serious boyfriend.  That he’d taken her virginity (and she his) and that he’s all she’d ever wanted.  So I didn’t expect her to really understand that sometimes you just need a good time, with the promise of no commitment, and secrecy.  Secrecy was loosely used though.  Inner circle friends knew, but not the whole school kind of thing.

“Stiles must be happy about that” Allison commented.  “He hated Theo”

“I know” I responded, making another check next to callas.  A personal favorite of mine.  I always thought they’d look beautiful in a brides hands.  I didn’t say anything else to Allison, writing a note that we needed more tulips.

“I’m sorry if I upset you-”

“Alli, if you apologize to me one more time today, then you will be the one puking” She laughed, and the rest of the day was breezy.

Customers were more on the lag side today, just a few people.  I always liked when a man came in around six thirty, getting a collection of roses in his work clothes.  Made me happy to know there were still decent men in the world.

Scott picked Allison up at the end of her shift, which was around four.  So it was just me here for the next three hours.  I sat at the cash register with a book and an apple.  I’d greet a customer when they’d come in, offer help, which most declined, and sat contently on that stool.  Around 6:45, my phone rang.  The best picture I have of Stiles popping up.  The one where he was laughing and fell off the couch onto the coffee table, completely sprawled on it.

“Hey what’s up?” I said when I answered.

“Need a ride home?” He asked, and I sighed in relief.

“Thank god, yes” He chuckled.

“Why didn’t you just ask?” He said, and I heard the engine of his jeep turning on.

“I didn’t want to sound pushy” I replied, to which he laughed again.

“Alright, well I’ll be there in ten, have you eaten?”

“Nope”

“Good, we’re getting chinese takeout cause I’m craving it” Wow he was right that sounded really good.

“Okay sounds good, see you soon”

“Bye” I hung up the phone and set it on the counter.  The store was empty, so I decided to just close up shop and flip the open sign to closed.  Then made my way to the employee room to take off my apron and collect my things.

It wasn’t a long wait for Stiles, I just sat on my phone scrolling through pictures of vacations, pregnancy test ads, videos of my OTP, anything to keep my mind occupied from my growling stomach.  God I needed sesame chicken.  As soon as I saw the headlights of the jeep pulling in, I grabbed my things, and rushed out the door, making sure to shut off the lights and lock the door.  Stiles didn’t even have time to open his door, as I was already in the passenger seat and throwing my bag to the floor.

“Hi there” Stiles said with a laugh while I buckled in.

“Hi” He replied with a big grin.  “Come on, what’re ya waiting for? I want food!” I exclaimed.

“You sure chineses is okay?” He asked, driving out of the lot.  “Lydia told me you got really sick this morning”

“I’m fine, chinese sounds great” I said, waving my hand dismissively.

“She said you threw up y/n-” Stiles said with a look.

“It was just cause we were messing around and my stomach was pretty much empty is all, I’m fine now” I told him.  He licked his lips, a sign that he was debating on whether or not he believed me.  “Stiles I swear it, okay? I’m fine”


“Pull over the car!” I screamed, and Stiles did immediately, into an empty lot.  The smell of the asian food wafted through the air and gagged me.  I stumbled out of the jeep, tripping over the curb I’d run to, and puking on the grass.  I heard a door slam shut, and Stiles ran over to me.  “No- n- go!” I managed to say before vomiting again.

“Shh… no no I’m here…” He pulled all my hair back, collecting it in a ponytail in his hand.

“It’s gross-” More bile rose.  Stiles looked away, probably because it probably made him want to throw up too.  He just rubbed my back and cooed soothing things.

“I think you’ve got the stomach bug y/n” He sighed.  I groaned.  It’d gone around the school before graduation, but I didn’t think I could get it this late.

“I guess” I sighed, moving my head down till it fell on my knees.

“It’s okay” Stiles said softly, still rubbing my back and holding my hair.  “You can come back to my place and have a shower or a bath okay?”

“No Stiles if I get sick again I wanna be by myself” I know he was about to protest.  “Think about it this way.  You want me accidentally puking on your bed?” He thought for a moment.

“I don’t want you to be alone” He countered.  I was the quiet one now, contemplating what I wanted to do.  Eventually I nodded, and he helped pull me up.  “Here” He shrugged off his flannel and handed it to me.  I looked at it for a second, and he rolled his eyes, stepping forward and wiping my mouth gently with the fabric.

“Stiles that’s sweet and so disgusting” He chuckled at me and I took the ball of plaid from his hands.

“Come on sicko let’s go home”

I stood in the shower repeatedly washing myself for probably twenty minutes, then soaked in the tub for half an hour.  My skin smelled rosy like soap, but was all wrinkly at the tips of my fingers.  But I didn’t care much.  I got out and wrapped a towel around myself, as well as one on my hair.  There were folded pajamas Stiles gave me sitting on the counter, but I sat on the floor in the towel, wrapping it around myself like a blanket.  My head was buzzing, and I wanted it, no, needed it to stop because it was about to make me cry.

At some point I pulled myself together and yanked up the soft pants and silky jersey.  It smelled like Stiles, and suddenly I didn’t feel so nauseous anymore.  When I finished, I pushed open the door and slowly made my way down the stairs.

“y/n?” I heard Stiles call, and I turned on the steps, holding onto the rail.  I hummed in response, and he went down to where I was stood.  “What’re you doing going downstairs?”

“So I can sleep, I’m exhausted physically and mentally” Stiles cocked his head to the side.

“Well then go upstairs to bed were… were you gonna sleep on the couch?” I nodded, rubbing my eyes with my fists.  He shook his head, and laid a hand on my back.  “Come on, let’s go to bed” I didn’t say anything, just let him guide me up the steps and into bed.

“But if I pu-”

“Look, there’s a little garbage can right there, and even if you miss, I’ve already brought in extra sheets” I smiled a wavering smile and thanked him.  His brows cinched.  “Are.. are you crying?” He asked, pulling the blankets over me.  I shrugged.

“I-I guess?” I stumbled.

“y/n, why? What’s wrong?” His hand smoothed down my hair, and he kneeled in front of the bed facing me as I lay on my side.  “Hey… hey shh.. What’s going on?” He stared at me as I wiped my eyes.

“I don’t know I guess… I guess…. I guess it’s my parents being out of town for another week and Alli kept asking me about Theo and am.. Am I a whore? For sometimes just needing one night with no strings attached?”

“N-”

“But maybe I was hurt he left? It’s been three weeks, I don’t know Stiles, I feel ridiculous” He shook his head, smiling softly at me.

“y/n you’re not a whore don’t ever think that- don’t even say it, you’re not.  We all do things we’re not proud of and that’s just something some of us do-”

“I don’t know anyone-”

“Liar you know Lydia used to, you think anyone ever dare call her that? No of course not, it’s called being smart and nice about it” I buried my face into his pillow.  “So you slept with somebody.  You both wanted it, you were safe about it, so maybe you forgot it, but hey, that’s a part of the fun right?” I sniffled.

“I feel dirty Stiles” He shook his head, pushing all my hair back behind my shoulder.

“Well don’t.  Because it all worked out fine, didn’t it?” I thought for a moment, then smiled softly and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah it did” I said quietly.  Stiles grinned, and kissed my forehead.  “Thanks Stiles”

“Anytime y/n” He said, ruffling my hair and standing up.  “I’ll see you in the morning”

“You’re not gonna stay?” I asked, watching as he wandered to the door.

“My Dad’s down in his office and he wanted some help on a case… I thought it’d be a good opportunity-”

“No no, go help him” I said, waving him off.  Stiles smiled at me and flicked off the light.

“Goodnight y/n”

“Goodnight Stiles” I murmured back.

“Alli… Alli please stop crying it’ll be okay” I assured repeatedly.

“He… he hates me, he must hate me” She whimpered.

“Lyd, Lydia can you come here?” I called.  The strawberry blonde came rushing in, and I took the bundle of crying blankets from her arms.  I rocked softly back and forth and cooed.

“Maybe we should call-”

“If you say Stiles I will scream” I responded.

I shot up in bed, a cold sweat sticking my clothes to my skin.  I took in my surroundings, barely registering I was in Stiles’ room when I felt my throat swell. 

“Shit” I cursed, springing out from under the covers and rushing into the bathroom.  I gripped the bowl of the toilet, puking and crying at the same time.


When I  woke up next, it was to Stiles shaking you gently.  You hummed, opening your eyes.

“Hey, hey Alli’s here” He said softly.

“Okay” I said, sitting up and tying my hair back in a ponytail right away.  I needed it out of my face.

“She said you texted her?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah, a few hours ago I woke up really sick and didn’t have a ride or anything” I told him, swinging my legs over the bed, just sitting on the edge.

“I could’ve driven you home-”

“I know I know I just… I needed a girl and I had a bad dream with her in it” I said the second part quietly.  Stiles nodded in understanding.

“Alright well text me” He said.

“Of course”

“And if you get sicker then go to the doctor, I’m worried about you y/n” I smiled at him and shook my head, standing to crack my bed.

“Don’t worry Stiles, it’s just a stomach bug it’ll pass” I assured, walking out of the room, to which he followed behind me.

“But you’d tell me what’s going on right?” I turned as I grabbed my bag from the floor.  I’d dropped it at the stairs last night before going up to take my shower.

“Stiles, of course I would, stop momming me okay?” He sighed.

“Fine fine, I’m done pestering” He said.  “Give me a hug before you go though” I rolled my eyes but let him pull me in by my shoulders.  He squeezed me for a moment.

“You’re not dirty y/n” He said, and I closed my eyes, silently reeling in the moment.

“Thank you Stiles” I whispered, and he rubbed my back for a second before pulling away.  He smiled and I reciprocated it.  Then picked up my bag and walking to the door.  “Tell Noah I say hello and thanks for letting me stay overnight” He nodded, and I opened the door, waved goodbye, and walked out to Allison’s car.


“I think black looks nice on anyone’s nails” I said, and the brunette rolled her round eyes at me as I applied the polish to her fingers.  “And it’s insta dry, and it’s done by me so you’re promised perfection”

We’d been sitting in my kitchen for the past half hour as I did Allison’s nails.  She had her eight month anniversary with Scott tonight, and the only hint he’d given her was formal.  So she’d asked me to do her nails for her.

“Oh right, your Lydia’s little manicure prodige” Allison said, waving her drying hand around in a dazzling manner.  I smirked, maneuvering the brush down carefully.  “Anyways, Stiles seemed surprised to see me at the door this morning” She said, and I kept my focus on her hand.  “You didn’t tell him I was coming?”

“I didn’t even tell him I got sick Al”

“What? Why?”

“Because he’d get over worried and it’s sweet but… I don’t know last night I got super emotional about it and just opened up” Her eyes widened, as well as a smile on her lips.

“Open up about your crush on him?”

“Hush up it’s minor” I groaned under my breath, doing the last stroke of black paint on her pinkie.  

“Okay sure” She said sarcastically.  “What’d you open up about?”

“About sleeping with Theo, mom and dad being gone for the next week, feeling… feeling bad I guess”

“That’s not a bad thing y/n” Allison said softly.  “Confiding in each other is just what friends do”

“Sure, but I told him I felt like a dirty whore” I said.  She stared at me in shock.

“Well I wasn’t expecting that” She said, blinking slowly.

“I barely meant it, sure sometimes I think about it but I don’t really feel like that my mood just… it just got weird” I said, biting my lip.  “Do you really think my crush on him could cause this kind of thing?”

“Mood swings?” I nodded.  “It could, I guess” She said, shrugging a shoulder, and inspecting my finished manicure on her nails.  She smiled, and I put the bottle of midnight black away.  “Do you love him?”

“Of course I do, he’s my best friend” I responded.  Allison smiled innocently at that.

“Do you love him as more than that?” I looked at her, a long glance from my curious eyes to her soft but inquizitive ones.  “You could?” She questioned my silent answer aloud.

“Sometimes… sometimes it’s all I can think about” I told her hesitantly.  “Other times, it’s the farthest thing from my mind” Allison nodded, thinking through my answer.  I didn’t say anything more, unsure of what I even could say.  That was the bottom line truth.  I looked through my other polishes, and pulled out a turquoise color from the box.  I shook it, and opened it up.

In seconds the smell  made it’s way to my nose and I choked, vomit pushing against my lips.  I barely made it to the kitchen sink.

“y/n!” Allison cried, rushing over to me as I puked into the garbage disposal.  “God you poor thing” She whispered, rubbing my back just like Stiles and Lydia had done to me previously.  “Girly we need to get you some medicine, what do you have around here?”

“Nothing that’s gonna help I tried-” More bile came up before I could finish the sentence.  Allison sighed quietly.

“I’m going to schedule you a doctor’s appointment, okay?”

“Yeah yeah go ahead, Doctor Alberts is in my contacts on my phone please get me in today or tomorr-” More puke.

“Hi, hello I’m calling to make an appointment with Doctor Alberts for my friend y/n? Uh, y/n l/n? She’s been getting sick a lot lately” I listened as Allison spoke, resting my elbows on the counter and holding my head in my hands.  “Yes an appointment today would be perfect” Allison spoke.  “Three o’clock? Yes just give me one moment to check with her” I gave Allison a weak thumbs up.  “Three is perfect thank you so much ma’am, alright, you too, bye” She hung up my phone and came over to me.  Allison turned on the faucet, and ran a dish rag under the cold water.  I let her press it to my head.

“Thanks Alli” I said, and she nodded, guiding me to the living room.

“No problem sweetie” She said softly as I laid down on the couch.  “Get some rest, you’ve got four hours till we go okay? I’ll just wake you up if the time comes and I’ll drive you there and everything, okay?” I nodded.

“Thank you” I mumbled again, and she nodded before I closed my eyes.

“I’ll go get you a blanket honey, I’ll be right back”


The drive to the office wasn’t long, thankfully.  The heat in the car was going to make me vomit again right onto the dash.  But as soon as the feeling came we parked and I got into the air conditioned building.  Allison sat with me in the waiting room, my leg bouncing anxiously as the place was silent.  Not filled with people, maybe six but I tried not to count.

There was actually seven not counting Allison, or the baby in a woman’s arms.

“y/n l/n” My head jerked up to see my doctor standing by the door.  I smiled in relief at the familiar face.  I stood up and turned to Allison.

“I’ll be right here, you’re okay” SHe said kindly, and I nodded, before walking up to the older woman.

“I’m sorry but we must do this every time” Doctor Alberts sighed as she handed me the cup.

“Thank you” I said quietly, and made my way past her, and to the bathroom around the corner.  I did what you had to do, and placed the cup in the compartment before washing my hands.  When I finished I stepped back into the hall, and she guided me to a room.  Closing the door behind us.

“Go ahead and have a seat” She said, patting the cot with the paper over it.  I nodded, wiggling to get up on it as she looked through her patent files.  I watched as she clicked on mine.  “How have you been miss y/n? I haven’t seen you in awhile” She asked with a kind smile.

“Besides the puking, alright” I shrugged.  My doctor pulled on rubber gloves, and opened a cabinet.

“Graduated high school right?” She asked with a smile, getting out the arm wrap and pump for my blood pressure check.

“I did, and got into Berkeley”

“Is that where you’re going?” She asked, securing it around my arm.

“I haven’t decided yet, I was hoping to have heard back from Corcoran by now.  It’s in DC by my friend’s by now”

“Oh well that’s nice, but also far, what made you want to go there?” She asked, pumping the rubber ball in her hand, eyes on the dial on my arm.

“My best friend is going to DC as well, well, we haven’t heard back from the school yet but I just know he got in” I told her.  She smiled, unwrapping my arm and typing something into the computer.

“I see, you want to stick together” She commented, and I nodded.  “I’m going to go get your results back from the lab, I will be back in a moment” Doctor Alberts said, and I smiled with a slight nod.  When the door closed after she left, I texted for Allison to come in.  She arrived two minutes later.

“Hey, everything alright?” She asked instantly.

“Yeah she went to get my pee back” I said, causing Allison to giggle and roll her eyes as she sat in a chair next to the bed I was perched on.  “I’m uh.. I’m sorta nervous”

“Why?”

“I don’t know I guess… what if it’s like.. Cancer or something?”

“Darling I can pretty much promise you that it’s not cancer”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep” I sing songed, raising a brow down at her.

“Fine, if it’s cancer, I will shave my head with you” The door opened and Doctor Alberts chuckled quietly.  Glasses were sat on the bridge of her nose as she gazed down at the clipboard in her hands.

“It’s not cancer miss y/n” She said, setting the board on the counter.  I breathed out a sigh of relief.

“I mean I didn’t think it was that would be insane I don’t even know how that could’ve happened you know? But there was still that worry-”

“Miss y/n..” Doctor Alberts said slowly.  “You’re pregnant”

“What?”


surprise bitch 
alright everybody alright… here comes the angst

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~ xoxo Jordie
 (P.S: i’m gonna need baby names)

anonymous asked:

Psst. You hear meh? ... Think about this: Soukoku model AU.

shit MAN I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH OKAY LISTEN

  • I personally feel like Photographer/Model AU would fit them better because Dazai would be really self conscious of his skin and, as a model, that doesn’t really make for a good career. We could forgo the bandages for an AU but ehhhh… So personally I would say, Dazai is a photographer and Chuuya is a model
  • Chuuya is an extremely famous model due to his peculiar working style. He models both men and women’s clothing. Suits, dresses, casual wear, swimsuits, lingerie, you name it, he’ll wear it. The fact that his body is so androgynous and that a lot of people can’t tell where he is actually a “he” is very controversial and that’s why he’s so famous and also why he is so sought-after in the modeling industry
  • The thing is, he’s one of those lucky few celebrities who manages to live a quiet life. There’s little to nothing in the tabloids about him. All the gossip about him is confined to internet forums that never see the light of day. He’s like a chameleon with the way that he can change his appearance so easily. Most people who see him out on the town don’t even realize that it’s him. He only has one social media account and it’s an instagram with nothing in the bio and no personal information on his picture captions. His website has very little personal information and mostly consists of contact information for his agent, Ozaki Kouyou, and his portfolio. 

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