#and of course models all have B cups so the fit is completely different

[codewitch]

It’s kind of astonishing how hard it is to find resources like style guides for large breasts. There are many real problems that they present in terms of finding clothing that fits and styling yourself, but any time women try to create resources to help each other they are inundated with creepy messages. The sexualization of large breasts continues to be a huge problem for anyone who actually happens to have them.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

model citizen ricky horror x reader

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college au

prompt: Character A sitting in a college 7am lecture and Character B sitting next to them pouring an energy drink into their coffee and says, "I'm going to die." (First interaction)

Song: pretty little distance by as it is

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @svintsandghosts @theoneandonlykymberlee @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @thisplace-ishaunted @lifeisabitchandsoareyou @xyours-eternallyx

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i walked into the room and huffed as i took my seat, reaching into my bag for my notebook and a pen. i hated having a 9am again and missed being able to sleep-in like i did last semester. this was the first day though and i was hopeful my mind would change about it as the course went on. it probably wouldnt though. i sat there, catching a few more students walk in as i looked down at my phone.

nothing was too exciting yet and the teacher hadnt even shown up. i was more-so ready for the new art class though. it was my major after all and i was pretty well known by the professors at this point. as i sat there, a loud clatter grabbed my attention, making me look to my right. there was sat a shorter, skinny kid, with long inky black hair tucked under a beanie. my eyes went wide as he cracked the monster in his hand open, pouring it into his half=full trenta cup from Starbucks. he looked over at me and smiled.

"im going to die."

he said in the most sure-fire tone before putting the lid back on the cup and chugging it. i sat there in horror staring at him.

"are you okay?"

i asked and he shrugged, looking at me over the top of the cup. he had the bluest eyes i had ever seen, even in the low light of the art room. i was a little start struck for a second before shaking myself out of my daze, watching him put the cup down against the desk with a thud.

"if i pass out during class just push me out of the way and ill figure something out later."

he said, turning forward. i went to say something just as the teacher walked in.

"y/n! good to see you back. we missed you last semester."

professor crane said, looking to the student teacher as he ducked behind him and paced quickly to the front desk. his gaze followed him too before he shrugged and turned back to me with a smile.

"whatever, im sure he missed you too. but either way its good to have you back in class and i look forward to seeing what you come up with for the showcase in march."

i nodded with a smile before he walked away to the front of the class, instructing everyone to take their seats.

"you come here often?"

i heard from the kid next to me, hearing him laugh to himself as he took another drink of his coffee/monster concoction.

"yes, actually. im an art major."

i said a little dumbfounded. he nodded.

"cool, im here for film."

i drew my brows.

"youre doing film?"

i asked and he winked at me, looking to Brian as he turned the projector on. i opened my mouth before closing it quickly, feeling a little more confused than before.

"alright, first things first. i only make a syllabus because administration says i have to. the schedule is shit and we will most likely be doing something completely different so i suggest you keep a planner or something to keep track of your assignments. secondly, i will get to it later but i want you to start thinking about your projects for the spring showcase in march. we have a few short months so after you learn the basics of form you will be instructed to sketch something in your own style and present it to the board."

my mind went in and out after that, trying to catch quick glances at the kid next to me without being suspicious. every time he moved i could feel my heart pulse, giving me anxiety that he could actually pass out or something.

"y/n, your partner for this project will be mr olson."

brian said, standing over me and looking between the two of us. i nodded with wide eyes as he moved to the two kids behind us.

"guess that means we have pretty high chances at getting an A."

he said, raising his cup in cheers. i looked down at the assignment sheet, grazing over it and groaning. we had to come up with a comic strip in different style parts; the first panel a base sketch, the second panel a hard sketch, the third panel color blocking, and so on. god this was gonna be a nightmare.

"you dont seem too enthused."

the kid said amused. i sent him a testing look.

"im not, ive done something similar before and you have to get every step just right or they take points off. and we have to prove what parts we did."

i said, rolling my eyes. i looked over to him, blinking as a camera flash went off. i drew my brows as he looked down at the screen on it.

"where did you even get that?"

i asked, trying to inspect him. he sent me a smile.

"i always keep it on me. im ricky by the way, and you look great."

he said amused and i breathed deeply.

"y/n."

i said, looking back to the paper.

"well y/n i think this is going to be a great partnership-"

"alright!"

brian called, cutting him off.

"you have your assignments. i have nothing else for you today so you are welcome to either stay here and work until class time is over or you can leave and work on it on your own time. i dont really care either way, just get it done."

i hummed to myself before stuffing my notebook and the assignment sheet into my bag and standing up. i caught a glimpse of ricky starting at me with wide eyes as i turned to leave.

"what are you doing?"

he asked and i looked between him and the door, pointing at it.

"leaving, its not due for another week."

i started off, hearing him shuffle around before chasing after me.

"hey wait! cant we like plan what we're doing or something?"

he asked and i shrugged, looking over to him as he tried to put his paper in his backpack and hold the camera and cup of coffee. i stopped, staring at him as he struggled. i rolled my eyes, taking the cup and the camera from him. he looked to me in shock and i raised my brows.

"get to it, i dont have all day."

i said and he finished what he was doing, zipping his bag up and slinging it over it shoulder. i handed him the cup and camera back and kept walking.

"so uh, what kind of thing did you have in mind for this project?"

he asked and i looked to the sky, squinting but trying to think as we made it outside.

"i dont know, maybe a ball of some kind?"

he raised a brow, shuffling his feet as he tried to keep up with my long strides.

"like masks and large dresses?"

he asked and i nodded, opening the door to dinging hall.

"something like that yeah."

he nodded as i led us to a table.

"that sounds cool, i could get behind that."

i sent him a knowing look.

"you seem like the kind of guy who would."

i said, pulling my sketchpad out. he raised a brow, sitting beside me.

"whats that supposed to mean?"

he asked and i sent him  a look.

"im assuming you like vampires, and the Edwardian thing usually goes hand in hand with that."

he sent me a nervous smile.

"is it that obvious?"

he asked, rubbing his hands against his pants. i nodded.

"thats okay though, cause i like them too. so much so that i have costumes already, we can pose for each other. i think youd look great in this."

i said, sliding my phone across the table to show him the outfit i had for it. i just hoped it would fit him.

"you seem like youve been planning this for a while."

he said through a laugh and i shrugged.

"i just like to feel fancy, the projects on the other hand kind of fall into my lap."

i said, flipping through a few pages in my book. he placed his hand on one before taking it from me and looking over it.

"this looks insane."

he said and i looked around awkwardly.

"in a good way?"

i asked, finding his gaze.

"oh! yeah! of course in a good way. it looks super cool. i see why you wanted to do the ball thing now."

he commented, noting the sketch i had done already that was similar. it is what i was used to after all. he set the book back down in front of me and sent me a wide smile, picking his camera up and taking another picture of me.

"why do you do that?"

i asked and he laughed.

"i need models for my art and i think now that we've met you would be a great subject."

i set him a look, trying to hide the blush creeping its way up my neck.

"you really think so?"

i asked bashfully and he nodded.

"oh yeah, absolutely. and now that we're partners i think it will give me ample opportunity to find a new muse. you wanna be a subject for a music video?"

i sat back, a little taken aback.

"you want me to do what?"

i asked and he laughed, putting the camera on the table.

"in about a month my band is gonna need some girls for a video but its cool if not. i can live with us just being art project partners."

i cleared my throat, rubbing my hands together under the table.

"how about we get through this first and ill get back to you on that?"

he smiled knowingly at me, raising his coffee to me in cheers.

"sounds like a plan to me."

[soulwillower]

if you’re too shy • richie tozier

(richie tozier x cam girl!reader smut)

[based off the song if you’re too shy (let me know) by the 1975.]

requested: i can't find it lol BUT 🤍anon (i think) requested a fic based off of the 1975′s new song, if you’re too shy let me know !!

warnings: swearing, alcohol use, switch!richie kinda, smut, unprotected sex, a tiny bit of cumplay i guess, mentions of phone sex, oral sex (female receiving), face sitting, a bit of dirty talking, UNEDITED as always

also i wrote this in a different style than usual and idk if i like it much but u can let me know what u guys think,, if its weird i can go in and change the povs since its 3rd person richie

[losers + reader are 21+ in this.]

7.4k words lol

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i see her online all the time i'm trying not to stare down there while she talks about her tough time

"h-hey, man, who's that?" the voice from right next to richie makes him damn near leap out of his seat. it makes beverly chuckle a bit as she takes a bite of her apple, shaking her head. "it’s nobody." richie says quickly as he tilts his phone towards his chest and shoots a toothy grin to bill. his friend raises his full eyebrows, "wh-what, so n-nobody was sending you n-nudes?"

"something like that." richie mutters, stomach fluttering as the image flashes in his mind’s eye - the curves, the dark red lace, the plush skin painting a perfect scene in richie’s vivid imagination.

richie looks back down at the photo. his his thumbs hover over the profile picture; he'd found her originally on his instagram explore page, the photos teasing and immediately he had to know more. y/n.

and then a few days later, he'd subscribed to her only fans, which he never quite thought he'd do with anyone, but he couldn't help it. she was so enticing, so perfect and so alluring. it was the playfulness that pulled him in; and he swears he's never lusted after somebody like he has with her. it was kind of starting to freak him out.

"is that o-onlyfans?" bill says and richie shoves bill's nosy face off his shoulder with a panicked grunt. "fuck off, mushmouth."

bill laughs and stan and bev perk up from across the table, staring at the two, interests suddenly piqued. "did you subscribe to a girl's onlyfans, rich?" stan says with a grin, setting his pen down on his notebook. 

richie just smirks and wiggles his brows a bit, enough to confirm his question. bill chuckles from next to richie.

"let me see." bev says, wiggling her manicured nails in a "gimme" motion. richie hands his phone over with red cheeks. normally he wouldn't care about his friends discovering he's paid money just to see a hot chick's bod, but this was different. for some reason, he felt connected to her. god, that thought made him want to slam his head against a brick wall. she doesn't even know him,  for all he knows she could live in the middle of.... montana, or like, ohio.

bev whistles and stan nods, "if i looked like that," bev mumbles as she tosses richie's phone back towards him, "i'd do that too. mad props."

noises of agreement fill the table but richie's just looking at the small smirk that peeks from the corner of one of the photos and he can't help but wonder what her eyes are like in real life. he wishes he could meet her.

girl of your dreams, you know what i mean there's something 'bout her stare that makes you nervous and you say things that you don't mean

it's a cold day when bill and richie find themselves stumbling in to the coffee shop for a drink. bill's muttering about some girl in his creative writing class that gave him head when richie's eyes catch a figure so familiar yet foreign that he stops dead in his tracks. bill turns to him, face confused. "r-richie, what's wrong w-with you?"

richie shakes his head, stammering in disbelief, "that-that's her, bill. the girl, from onlyfans. y/n." he whispers, gesturing with his eyes towards the girl working the register.

bill’s jaw goes slack, green eyes raking over her form and igniting richie’s stomach with boiling rage. as if bill’s doing something that only richie is allowed to do – as if they're not both being total creeps.

“h-holy sh-shit. she’s b-beautiful.” bill mumbles. richie elbows him in the ribs, shooting him a glare that prompts an eye-roll from his auburn haired friend.

richie swallows and watches, his throat feeling like sandpaper as she laughs at something the customer in front of them said. bill nudges richie, "i-i'm gonna get a s-seat. t-talk to her."

he winks and grins as he walks away, leaving richie with his reckless self. he thinks he's sweating through his sweater as he walks up, finding himself face-to-face with her. "hi, how can i help you?" she asks, giving him a smile

holyshitholyshitholyshit.

he might've just came right then and there. okay, he's gotta say something cool, something smooth. don't be a dumbass, tozier. 

"howdy, sugar. i'll have my coffee like i like my women." his mouth blurts as his brain sirens go off, PUT ON THE BRAKES, RICH – "a hot shock to the lap.”

she glares at him, cheeks light pink and eyebrows pulled together in annoyance and yep, richie's probably going to get hard because of that look but he's also probably going to toss his body off a bridge because what the fuck, tozier?

he can hear bill laughing quietly from a ways away and he quickly shakes his head, muttering quietly, "jail. jail, richard."

"funny." she deadpans, clearly not amused. because of course she isn't.

"sorry, i'll have a black coffee, y/n." he mutters, eyes widening to himself when he realizes she was not wearing a goddamn name tag and he just said her name.

this is a disaster. she gives him a bewildered, slightly creeped out look and if richie wasn't panicking, he'd gape at how she still managed to be effortlessly gorgeous even now.

he sighs, shaking his head, the door of the cafe opening and blowing a gust of frigid air through the warm room. fitting - douche chill. 

"look, toots, i don't want this to be weird. i- um, i recognize you." he says, cheeks aflame. she raises a brow, face straight for a few moments, unsure what he means.

it's not long after when recognition flashes over her own face - must have ruled out coffee shop, university and her local gym - and she nods with a tight, almost uncomfortable smile. 

he tries not to think of the livestream he watched last night where she showed all her new gifts and modeled lingerie, and how he’d spent his time to himself with his left hand immediately after watching. his cheeks are red with shame. 

"okay." is all she says, writing down a scribbled order on the coffee cup. her eyes shoot back up and give richie a once-over that really makes his fingers itch - god, why did he have to be this way? 

he almost runs his fingers through his curls but decides against it, eyes opting to focus on her own gorgeous eyes as they meet him. "i'm impressed i have a fan who looks like you, i must say. even if you are a complete jack ass." she purrs and his jaw nearly smacks the floor at its velocity as it flies open.

"what's that supposed to mean?" he asks then with a small grin, flattered at the tiniest of compliments that just barely, in his mind, eclipsed the insult that he so very much deserved.

"i'm saying you're kind of a dick. it's too bad, because you're real cute." she says casually, handing him his change. his stomach flips and butterflies release in his chest, a feeling that he's not felt in almost five years.

but damn, of course he messed up - he got the chance to talk to the hottest girl on earth and he started it by saying an awful joke that wasn't funny at all. of course she though he was a dick, he is one.

he's shocked, though, as he waits for his coffee with bill, who is still snickering into his hand every few moments, to find his coffee cup with extra sharpie scribbled on the white paper. a name.

y/n. and below it is a phone number with a small heart scribbled, and richie can't tell if it's a seven or a one but he figures he'd try every phone number in the damn state if it meant he could fucking text her. holy fuck.

"maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i'm not playing with you, baby i think that you should give it a go" she said, "maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i wanna see, and stop thinking if you're too shy, then let me too shy, then let me know"

he didn't text her for two days and three hours. yes, he counted it. no, he won't think about why he was obsessing over the numbers - but since the time he'd finally had found the courage to text her today, things have escalated proficiently. 

she'd just mentioned how hot it was in her apartment since her heater had gone haywire - even though the winter winds were cold, she'd claimed she was burning up in what she was wearing.

and the mere mention of her clothing had sent richie into somewhat of a spiral, spending at least seven minutes glued to his phone and scrolling through the saved album he had of those photos of her that she'd posted; his sweatpants getting increasingly tight and his palm suddenly aching to slip through the fabric and find some release.

but, in true trashmouth fashion, he apparently needed that sweet, sweet rejection from a hot cam girl he'd somehow weaseled into getting the number of in order to wank off properly, so he types out a text and hits send immediately.

what are you wearing?

and then he almost vomits in embarrassment – what was she going to think? did he just royally fuck up? oh god, he’s going to have to shave his head and move to canada.

his phone buzzes and he nearly passes out when he lays his eyes upon the image attached – there her body is again, curvy and full and beautiful, her skin glowing in the fading light of what he assumes is her bedroom. and with it:

this. what are you wearing, rich?

and then he pulls his gaze from his phone and stands, breathing heavily because holy shit.

he's gotten nudes before, but.... none from someone like her. holy shit.

he walks to his bathroom, splashing water on his beet-red cheeks. he swallows, staring at himself in the mirror. fuck.

he slaps his cheek once, then winking at himself in attempt to muster any sliver of confidence. and then he snaps a picture, only in his boxers.

and then he has to physically refrain from making a joke about wearing the same lingerie set as her, instead sending a flirty text that he knows any other woman would blush at. he just doesn’t know with y/n, and maybe that’s why he loves it so much. she's keeping him on his toes.

you like what you see?

he sends that one afterwards, shaking his head because oh my god, she's going to respond with "no" and then bill him $40 for the nude she sent him. not that he wouldn't pay, but...

his phone dings and he nearly breaks an ankle running to his desk. 

yeah, i do. but maybe i'd like you better without any clothes on.

he almost yells out loud at this, but he has a feeling that waking up stan in the middle of the night would not be optimal after their 'roommate agreement' they'd made that explicitly states richie cannot scream between 1am - 9am. so instead he smirks to himself, face turning red.

he's getting harder by the moment, and as he stares at that picture she'd sent earlier, he lets out a breathy groan. the lace....

we could face time yk

or we don't have to.

he reads her words in live time, watching the thought bubble appear again and watching it like a hawk. he can just imagine her sitting there with a small smirk as another text comes in and he almost groans as his dick twitches.

like, if you're too shy or something ;)

he stares at the screen for two seconds at that sinful photo she'd sent just before those texts and then sighs, shaking his head and pressing the green face-time call button.

i've been wearing nothing every time i call you and i'm starting to feel weird about it sometimes it's better if you think about it this time, i think i'm gonna drink through it

three days later, richie was undeniably and unequivocally drunk. but, as he's just explained about three times to mike, he knows that it is just easier to not think right, especially about her, right now - and the best way to do that is by getting so piss drunk that even if he tried to "hit her line," as he so eloquently put it, his dick would be too whiskey'd out to make a full appearance.

it's for the best. mike had fake gagged at richie’s cadence with a laugh, but richie was dead serious because he was starting to think he had a real issue.

it was obviously just a fun thing to do between two near-strangers, but he'd found that he was starting to almost pavlov-style condition himself into getting turned on every time the name y/n came across his recent texts or face times, and it was getting to be too much.

especially when her post notification popped up and he cracked a fatty in the middle of his econ lecture. christ, the point of elasticity of markers in the u.s. was not something he pictured when he usually had to quell a pitch in his tent. so yeah, it's too much.

because yes, he loves her fucking body and wants nothing more than her, but in truth he longs for the feeling of her skin against his; to touch her, to kiss her, to make her his. all the time.

but yet, it was just a good way to get off without all the strings and ribbons and yarn and whatever the fuck her soft-looking knit bra is made from attached.

so much for not thinking about her.

but i see her online (and don't think that i should be calling) all the time (i just wanted a happy ending) and i'm pretending i don't care about her stare while she's giving me a tough time

it’s noon the next day and he's laying in (for some reason) stan's bed instead of his own with a blinding, mind-splitting headache and an insatiable craving for a cheeseburger, eyes squinting in lust and something akin to shame as he watches the livestream y/n had just started. she’s in a slip – a very thin, silk and see through slip and it makes him more frustrated than he’s willing to admit.

as he stares at her smooth skin and wonders how it'd be to touch it all, her eyes catch something in the chat and she smiles coyly. "hi, rich." she purrs and richie almost chokes - holy shit, she saw him join.

"do you like my gift i just got?" she asks coyly, snapping the straps of her bra with a small smile and he stiffens almost instantly, thinking of how many times he'd seen her skin in videos and photos that were just for him.

how she'd moaned his name two nights ago on face time, her fingers buried inside herself slightly off-camera. and oh, how he wishes he could see all of her, but they'd not crossed that line yet - anything they'd done hadn't been yet proven visually, only from facial expressions, noises, and the brutal honestly of being together through face time.

he wants her so fucking bad, he needs her like he needs water to drink and air to breathe and it's murdering him as he watches her react to the chat of her livestream, playing with the hem of her black lace panties.

god, he needs a cold shower or something if he's going to get anything done today.

and then he's calling her an a few hours after her stream ends because he just can't wait - he feels his stomach twist with shame as he realizes he should not be doing such a certainly a terrible idea. but she answers after three rings. "richie." her siren voice purrs and he literally feels himself fall deeper into the pit.

"hi there, toots. got any coffee in the pot for me?" he asks, sounding surprisingly eloquent compared to how she normally makes him feel. 

she hums in fake thought, and it makes richie grin. she's fucking adorable. "come to the shop, i have my break in ten." and then she hangs up. he sighs, rubbing his face with his hand as he shakes his head. he's utterly fucked.

he's there in record time, a smirk plastered on his face as he walks in and sees her sitting at a table, lookin' all pretty. just for him.

"what made you think of calling?" she says in loo of a greeting. he sits across from her and wills his eyes to meet hers. "nothin' toots." he says with a half shrug, taking a sip of the coffee placed in front of him that has the the name 'dick' written on it in her handwriting. he rolls his eyes affectionately.

"oh, so it wasn't anything to do with my livestream this morning?" she asks with a look, eyeing him. her eyes are swimmable, they hold so many stories and secrets and maybe richie's just hungover, but he's feeling very flustered.

"we-w, uh, no. what... what are you talking about?" he rolls his eyes at himself inwardly, cursing stuttering bill and his contagious speech patterns. "-i don't know what you're talking about, sugar." he recovers fairly smoothly, if he may toot his own horn. and honestly, he can pretend not to care as long as he doesn't look into that goddamn stare of hers.

he chuckles awkwardly, cheeks aflame as she stares at him with a bored look and a small hum. she still looks perfect and he's even more nervous now, because oh god, oh fuck, he's gonna get slapped in the face by y/n.

it was pretty unspoken since they'd started doing... stuff... that richie probably still watched her content online, but she'd never fully addressed it until today during the livestream in front of a thousand others. 

he's choking on his spit in shame but then a smile splits her face and richie's sure he's suffocated on his own saliva and gone to a sinner's heaven. or maybe hell.

"oh, richie, i'm just teasing you. look at your face!" she says with an airy laugh, pinching his cheeks and making him want to shrivel up as he turns even redder. what the fuck? "-so cute. alright, i've got to get back to work. i'll see you around, rich." she says with a wink, taking her coffee and tossing it into the trash bin as she stalks towards the employee back room.

he gapes as he watches her leave and then gets up and makes his way to the exit, clutching the coffee like it was trying to jump out of his grasp and make a run for it. god, she's too much.

"maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i'm not playing with you, baby i think that you should give it a go" she said, "maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i wanna see, and stop thinking If you're too shy, then let me too shy, then let me know"

"-babe, you'll have to try harder than that." richie says with a chuckle, watching his phone screen as the beautiful girl on face time gives him a sly, challenging look. she's in a green lace bra, one richie's not seen yet and he can feel himself stiffen as she absently trails her fingers over her chest.

they'd been much closer over the last week since he last saw her in person, enough so that in the three-is weeks of knowing her, he's positive he's head over ass for her in a way that he shouldn't be. and yet, she still comes back every time, still texts him and answers those face time calls. he's baffled, honestly.

"i know you hate me because i'm right." he adds, not even totally remembering what point he's trying to prove as y/n shifts back a bit and more of her body is revealed, her hair glowing dimly in the soft lighting of her room. his eyes run over her curves, her full thighs and stomach and hips that fill over her panties and he almost groans.

"whatever, maybe i'd like you better if you took off your clothes." she says coyly. and richie's half flattered, as usual, but the more he thinks of it the more deflated he feels. he kind of thought they were growing something more than just getting each other off over face time like horny fifteen year olds. he grins nonetheless.

"you say that a lot, you know." richie says breathlessly as he stares at her. she tilts her head ever so slightly and grins, biting her lip as her eyes move around her screen with a conflicted look. "-why?" he adds.

she hums again.

"well. okay, so there's the visual world - like, the internet, onlyfans, instagram- it tells us that everything is amazing. and we should want everything. and it makes us yearn for everything that we don’t have and everything that’s unobtainable. you know, love, a relationship beyond physical. and even physical, it's different when it's online."

her words confuse him much more than they aid him. "you think... that because of the internet, love is unattainable?" he asks with furrowed brows, unsure how somebody so perfect and, quite frankly, lovable, would think that.

"it is for me." she says it with a small sense of forlorning but mostly it's whispered. enough that richie's heart skips a beat and he's, for the first time, not having a hard time keeping his eyes on her face instead of her body.

"what?" he asks dumbly. she just laughs, shaking her head and he stares at her on his tiny phone screen in the dark.

"that’s something that, you know. in real life, person to person, it has a lot of connotations of... trust and vulnerability and connection. doing what i do- and what we're doing… on the internet - it has the opposite of those connotations. like, before you, i didn't- i didn't really do this, i just was selling stuff. because guys don't want to fuck the girl who sells her body online. and you know now, i want to..." she trails off and richie doesn't dare interrupt her because he thinks she's about to say something he's wanted to tell her for a while now.

"i don't know, i guess. exploring someone's body in physical presence isn't seen at all as voyeuristic, or anything apart from...like, an intimate exchange." she says it casually, brushing hair from her face and shit, richie's swooning. he's in fucking love, he knows it, because y/n is so smart and intelligent and he's so fucking trashed for her. as she speaks, her hands move and distract him slightly from her body, doused in blue light from the screen and splayed out for him and only him on her phone camera.

the soft lace on her hips and chest make his body stiffen and it causes him to suppress a groan as she sighs, but richie knows he can’t screenshot this heavenly sight because she’ll definitely notice and she can probably already tell he’s having a hard time not staring at her alluring figure as she talks.

"-whereas, you know. as soon as it happens on the internet, it becomes kinky and cam-girly. and, you know, that's fine. i love doing it. it's just, i'm not sure where the authentic communication even is now. or if i get to have a happy ending." she says and he finally sees her blush for the first time.

he wishes he was there with her, he wishes that he could touch the redness on her cheeks and caress her curvy body and taste her skin on his tongue. he wants to feel himself inside her, he wants to be with her and kiss her lips and yet he can't, so he sighs and shifts in his position, moving to turn up the brightness of his phone so he can see better.

"shouldn't you get to be the one to decide that, doll?" is all he adds. because he feels kind of lost and just as confused as y/n is with this.

he's starting to feel weird about it, because... is this authentic? what makes things like hookups or whatever the hell they've been doing authentic? shouldn't this be easy? it's just phone sex, phone sex with a really hot girl.

a girl who is complex and alive and full of sincerity and richie is definitely falling harder than he should.

she just sighs but makes no other comment. and then they just stare at each other, richie's face illuminated in his dark room by the phone's reflection.

well, i found a motel it looked like the bins i think there'd been a murder so we couldn't get in i need to get back i've gotta see the girl on the screen

"come over and watch a movie with me." he says into the phone, biting his lip. the silence from the other end of the line is deafening as she makes her decision, because they both know she's not about to come over just to watch the shining or psycho. 

they've never done that before, and richie knows if she does come over, then whatever they have will crash down in a fiery mess. and he hates how excited that makes him as he waits in silence for her to drop the ball. so to speak.

"okay." she says, sounding shocked herself, and richie can't contain the excited grin from eclipsing his face. "yeah?" he asks breathlessly, and she's quiet for a little longer. "yeah. text me your address." 

she hangs up after that, and richie's thumbs shake as he types his address and sprints out to where stan, mike, ben, and bill are playing video games in he and stan's living room, wheezing at all of them to get out because someone fucking unbelievable is about to walk through that door.

she's there about an hour later, cheeks flushed when richie opens his door, looking just as nervous and flustered. "hi, chee." she says breathlessly, staring up at him with those goddamn eyes, the eyes that pulled him in the first time. his stomach flips in affection at her nickname and he offers her a drink as she takes in his shitty apartment. he wonders briefly if stan ended up buying that rosé that he'd given him shit for considering, and then prays that stan will stay the night elsewhere.

she's already pouring out glasses of wine when he snaps back to reality, and he grins at her, mumbling in thanks as she passes him a glass that's certainly poured almost to the brim.

"what are we watching, then?" she asks coyly, lifting a brow at him. his cheeks are red, but he tugs her arm down the hall towards his room with a grin, their wine sloshing from their glasses as they move erratically.

"we're watching psycho, y/n/n." he says as he pulls her into his room, glancing back to see she's already swallowed down almost half her glass, a lipstick stain on the side of it. faintly he knows stan will be frustrated if richie doesn't clean that off, but he's more distracted by her lips.

"i like psycho." she says with a nod and a cheeky grin, "the whole 'voyeuristic gaze' thing with hitchcock." she mumbles, and richie recalls faintly learning about that in one of his film classes freshman year and he grins as he takes a hefty gulp of his rosé, figuring he's already given himself away and if she's going to do that, he can too.

he hums, setting down his glass and grabbing hers to set it besides his on the bedside table. he turns around, intending on grabbing his laptop so they could watch the film, but she's so much closer that he'd expected and her hands fall onto his shoulders and he almost shits himself.

unpleasant, but honest. just richie's style.

"can i try something?" she asks with a grin, and richie nods, knowing that she could do anything to him and he'd gladly let it happen and most likely pay out of pocket for the damages afterwards.

and then she's pulling him from her grip on his shoulders, her lips sliding against his and making him grip her hips. his mind almost explodes at with y/n-sensory-overload because he feels her everywhere - on his lips, against his hands, on his shoulders, and pressing against his front.

her lips taste like chamomile and rosé.

she thinks his lips taste like vanilla and cigarette smoke, just as she'd always imagined. he feels so real, pressed against her lips and his body against hers, and she sighs as her tongue slips into his mouth because god, she's needed him for so long. and now she has him.

his hands move, touching every inch of her as their tongues fight for dominance. she pulls back, smirking as she gently pushes him onto his mattress, sliding onto his lap smoothly afterwards, grinding her hips against his slowly.

the moan he emits is heavenly and she could cry because she finally gets to hear it in person and not through the crackling static frequency of the phone.

so she grinds down on him again, eager to feel all of him. he's hardening against her core and she whimpers into his mouth in need as his fingers slip under her top, rubbing circles on her bare skin and making her shiver. she's noticed to this gentleness; it was rare when she did get to enjoy the comfort of another body with her own, and when she did they were hardly half as loving or caring as him.

she's desperate now, she needs to feel him inside her after all these weeks of teasing and waiting, so her hand snakes down to palm him through his sweats. he lets out a small groan into her mouth, biting her lip as he pulls back slightly. their eyes meet and his are hooded with lust, lips parted as she pumps him slowly from outside his sweats. his hips buck up lightly into her palm and she smiles gently, kissing him slowly.

"let me make you feel good, y/n." he mutters, eyes pleading as he stares up at her. her stomach flutters with butterflies and she nods, shocked that he wants to pleasure her.

he gently pulls her off his lap until she's laying on his mattress and he stares down at her, biting his lip as he takes her in. he can't fucking believe she's really here. she slowly pulls off her top, leaving her in her bra and jeans as she stares up at him with a wry, seductive smile. then she unzips her jeans and slides them off, leaving her in his favorite set of hers - black, lacy, and revealing. she looks utterly stunning and he groans, his hands falling to run over the skin, tracing the lace on her breasts. her cheeks are red as she gazes up at him.

"touch me, richie." she orders and he almost groans as he drags his lips over the valley of her breasts, sucking on the soft flesh and admiring the splashes of budding purple and pink that he's created. her heartbeat is quick under his fingertips and he moves to unclip her bra, kissing her skin as the fabric falls away.

she's slightly cold in his room, and goosebumps appear over her flesh as richie leans to catch a nipple in her mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. she lets out a quiet whine that has richie rutting into the mattress next to her, his fingers trailing down to dance at the waistline of her underwear.

and then he's pulling aside her panties, his fingers running up and down her slick folds and making her jump in lust. he can't wait, just like her, and he's rubbing her clit teasingly as she pleads, "chee, please."  her eyes are eyes closed in bliss as his finger slips inside her, crooking slightly as he moves it. he presses his lips to the skin of her breast, pumping his finger and then soon adding another, crooking them both in a way that makes her let out guttural moans of pleasure. he marks her breasts with littered pink and red marks, smiling to himself at her figure.

she can't help but swoon as she watches him, his hair in his face slightly until she brushes it back, his fingers curling inside her and making her gasp, pleasure coursing through her body. his thumb softly comes up to rub her neglected clit and she grabs his shoulders to steady herself, the pleasure almost too much.

she's honestly slightly shocked - knowing richie as little as she really does outside of the literal booty calls at two in the morning and the accumulative forty five minutes they'd spent in person, she'd expected him to be... well, good. just good. because there's no way someone so funny, caring, and smart could also be that good in the sheets.

but right now, he's making her see goddamn stars.

"i've been wanting to touch you for so long, sugar." he mutters, eyes raking over her figure as her breath comes in stuttering gasps. she watches him with blown-wide eyes as his demeanor changes right before her, making her fall apart at his fingertips.

"that feel good, honey?" he asks, smirking as she whimpers, clenching around his fingers. "yes, god you feel so good." she utters, making him groan in approval from where he's sat back, watching her face contort in pleasure. she lets out another moan and richie stares at her body, watching his fingers as they fuck into her. he can't take it, then.

"will you sit on my face, doll?" he blurts, and she nearly yelps out as his fingers leave her. it's abrupt, but she's started to notice that this is how he operates - impulsivity is his second nature. and she loves it.

her face burns as she nods, the thought of richie under her making her whimper with anticipation. "yes, richie, please." she moans out again and he's grinning, laying back on the mattress with a wink. "c'mere, need to taste that pretty little pussy." he mutters and she feels herself clench around nothing, desperate for him as she swings a leg around to straddle his head.

immediately, his hands wrap around her thighs, thumbs smoothing over her stretch marks as he stares up at her, eyes glinting with desire. slowly, his finger pulls the seat of her lace panties to the side and his breath hits her bare, throbbing pussy, making her breath hitch. she cards her fingers through his hair and lowers herself slightly, gasping in shock as his tongue darts out to lick a bold stripe up from her entrance to her clit.

"chee," she moans out, tightening her grip in his hair and sending a groan through his body that reverberates and makes her shiver. his lips attach to her clit and fiery pleasure snakes through her body making her legs shake, a moan escaping her lips immediately. he sucks lightly before releasing to swirl his tongue, her moans making richie impossibly harder through his sweats.

"so good, rich." she mutters and he groans, tongue spreading her wet folds and slowly prodding at her entrance, dipping in slowly before pulling out, teasing her.

she can't help but grind down slightly, making richie grip her tightly, tongue sliding into her again and making her yelp. "you taste so good, baby." he mutters lowly before slowly reattaching himself to her heat, her eyes rolling slightly at the sensation as he fucks his tongue into her. one of his hands snakes up to her ass, gripping it tightly and then slapping it, the stinging pleasure making her buck her hips against him, emitting a hiss from her.

"rich, i-" she cuts herself off with a sharp gasp, the pleasure from richie's mouth making it increasingly harder to speak. her toes curl and her head tilts back as his tongue flicks over her clit, teeth grazing it slightly and making her buck.

she's embarrassingly close already, and judging by the way richie's smirking under her, he can tell. "please, please." she mutters, hips rocking on him as his tongue swirls, nipping softly at her clit and making her cry out. "please, make me cum, 'chee." she mutters and his tongue moves quicker, hand slapping her ass again.

and then she's clenching her thighs on either side of him and grinding down as she hits her peak, moaning quietly as she shakes in pleasure on top of him. he rides through her high, lapping at her and pulling away with a grin as she moans his name dejectedly. she's worn out from the best orgasm she's ever had and he gently nudges her so he slides in between her thighs, her back now on the mattress. he kisses her cheek and she keens quietly.

"fuck me, richie." she mutters, eyes still closed. his eyes snap to hers, surprised at the dominance in her voice after how she was two seconds ago.

he moans quietly, kissing her deeply as he ruts against her and relishes in the feeling. he's pulling off his sweats and boxers in record time and then he's pumping himself as he grips her hips, turning her so she's on her stomach, ass propped up slightly. his hand runs over the smooth skin of her ass, snapping the elastic of her panties and making her moan quietly.

then he's lining up her hips with his, pulling aside the lacy seat of her underwear to press against her entrance. he waits a moment as he leans to press a soft kiss to her spine, slowly easing into her. she moans loudly as he eases in, her face pressing against the pillows. she smiles as she smells the scent she'd just recently come to know as his, his cock stretching her and filling her up fully as he buries himself to the hilt inside her.

"so tight, sugar." he mutters and she whimpers, getting antsy as she adjusts to his size. "richie, please, need it so bad." she mutters, bucking her hips back against him in need.

"say that again." he mutters, sounding strangled, and she grins into the sheets. "please fuck me, richie. need it so bad, need to feel you ruin me." she whimpers, chest fluttering in anticipation. his hands grip her hips as he pulls out of her slowly, almost as slowly as he entered, before stopping almost all the way out. she moans loudly in pleasure as he pushes back in, snapping his hips against hers and filling her completely.

she briefly thanks god that his roommate seemed to be out for the night as she moans his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

he sets a brutal pace, his cock thick as it fills her up and makes her toes curl. he pushes her hair away from her neck and presses kisses to it as he hits a spot inside her that makes her scream his name. his fingers move to pinch her nipples, rolling them as he fucks into her.

she's completely blissed out at the feeling of him inside her, so glad that he invited her over and that they finally get to touch each other. "rich, oh my god." she emits, eyes squinted shut in complete pleasure.

"fuck, toots, takin' me so well, aren't you?" he asks, hands kneading her ass before slapping her right ass cheek harshly, making her arch her back. at the new angle they both let out a groan and richie knows he'll fucking cum too soon if they stay like this, so without warning he pulls out completely.

y/n whines, breathing heavily as his hands come to flip her around. now on her back, they make eye contact and she bites her lip, pulling him in for a searing kiss that knocks the wind out of both of them. images of richie in his room alone, snaps and late-night face times play through her mind as he grips her and slides her hips down towards him on the mattress and lines himself to her again, pulling her legs up so they're against his chest before pushing in.

he gives no time to adjust to this angle and it makes her moan loudly as he hits a spot deep inside her that pulls her closer and closer to her second orgasm.

his name leaves her cherry lips like a mantra and he can't stop staring at her as he fucks her into the mattress - the way her tits bounce with his brutal pace, the way her face is twisted in pleasure, the way she clenches and spasms around his cock.

one hand grips her breast, rubbing her nipple with his thumb and forefinger as he kisses her again, addicted to her taste as he feels himself coming closer and closer to the edge.

"chee, fuck, right there." she moans out and he groans in pleasure, the feeling of her walls clenching around him making his hips stutter. he keeps his thrusts up, though, as her fingernails rake down his back leaving small trails of burning pleasure in their wake.

her skin is covered with a sheen line of sweat as she looks up at him, hair wild and lips kiss-bruised. "god, don't stop, 'm gonna cum." she mutters and he snaps his hips harder, eager to make her cum so hard all she can think of is his name.

he moves a hand down to rub at her clit and he moans into her neck as she clenches hard around him, her hips bucking spastically. he can tell she's about to cum, and after a hard thrust, she does for the second time, spasming around him and sending waves of pleasure up his body. she's moaning his name, pulling him closer in bliss as she becomes sensitive and god damn it, she's so fucking beautiful.

"please cum, richie." she whispers against his lips, "please."  and then at her will, he's spilling into her, hips stuttering as he pushes as deep into her as he can, loving how she clenches in sensitivity around him. he stays inside her for a moment as they breathe, coming down from their highs and eyes closed as they take in what just happened.

"holy shit." he says because yeah, that's like all he can say right now because he just got to fuck y/n and she's kissing his fucking collarbones right now and its making him blush and his heart flutter.

"that was...incredible." she whispers against his skin and he can feel her smile against his skin. it makes him feel all soft inside as he pulls out of her and flops next to her, kissing her forehead.

his fingers flutter over her sensitive core, smiling as he sees how wrecked she is, some cum dripping down her leg. he then soothes over the lace panties, patting her lightly and kissing her red cheek.

"rich?" she asks, making him look up at her. he hums in question, pushing some of her hair back. "can we still watch the movie?"

his heart swells and he grins, kissing her softly. "of course, doll. you're too cute." he says with a wink, making her roll her eyes. he hands her his shirt and then pulls sweats on himself, mumbling "stay here" and padding out to the kitchen to get her water and snacks,  then returning minutes later to see her holding his phone in her clutch with a smirk.

"what're you doing?" he asks with a smile, but she shakes her head, making grabby hands for him and the snacks. so he laughs, cuddling up with the girl of his dreams and watching a flick, falling sleep with tangled limbs and a lipstick-stained neck.

and after she leaves the next morning with a kiss and a wink, he checks his phone and smirks to himself as he notices the lock screen she'd apparently made last night while he was making snacks.

a photo of her in his bed, wearing his shirt, a soft smirk on her face, neck littered in budding hickeys and a hand between her thighs next to her black lace panties.

god, she's going to be the absolute death of him.

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[roseelise]

“You are a living work of art, Jughead Jones.” J.J  (part 2)

Reposting all my writings from @r0s3mm, my main blog, it is not stolen or plagiarized. All my works on my masterlist are main unless stated otherwise. 

Hello! Welcome to 2-h, the back up account of @r0s3mm, I’ll be posting my works on here too until (hopefully) my blog gets restored and if not this will become my main blog. 

Pairing:Jughead Jones x reader 

Word Count: 2265

Author’s note/warnings: language, kissing? 

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“Would I be naked ?” “No, of course not, I want you to feel comfortable. You’ll probably be just shirtless.” I said hope bubbling inside of me. “Who’s gonna be there ?” “Us. Only you and I. I swear.” “Alright I’ll do it. But you owe me.” He said before letting himself fall on my bed.

“Jug ! Juggie !” I called for him in the school’s hallway.

“Hey.” He turned around and saw the way I was dressed. “So,-” “What the hell happened to you ?” He asked as he saw that I was wearing a baby blue pyjama pants and a yellow flannel. “Yeah, hum, I’ve been up all night to put up some sketches before we do the shoot.” I talked really fast. “What are you running on to talk like that ?” He let out a low chuckle. “A few cups of black coffee.” I said as the bell rung. “But you don’t even like coffee.” “I know. Anyway Ms.Evans, that’s my art teacher, gave us two other weeks to do it because she wants multiple shots for each student.” “How many do YOU want ?” He smiled at me knowingly. “What’s that supposed to mean ?” I asked as I hurried my already late self to my locker. Jughead hot on my trail. “I know you, if your teacher wants three shots, you’ll do ten so that after you’ll be able to choose three of them and the rest you’ll put it in the album you keep on you computer.” He glanced down at my body and shook his head.

As I rolled my eyes, we entered the class with B and V.

When we all arrived at my house after school, Archie and Veronica placed themselves on the love seat, Betty and I went in the kitchen for glasses of water while Jug looked in my fridge for some kind of heavy snack.

“Ok guys so, friday night ! What do we do ?” I asked my two best friends.

They shrugged and we joined Archie and Veronica in the living room, who were in a full make out session.

“Come on !” Jughead sighed. “You guys are unbelievable.” Betty mumbled.

Seeing that neither of them moved I sat next to them and pulled Ronnie away from the redhead and made her sit on me.

“You won’t move anymore.”

We were three in the love seat Betty was laying on the three seat couch, almost sleeping and Jughead was sitting on the smallest couch that would normally fit only one human being.

“I wanna watch a movie. What should we watch ?” Ronnie said standing up. “Hum.. So- (y\n) ? Where are all of your movies ?” “There ..?! Why ?” “Because there’s only old stuff.” “Yeah, because that’s what I watch. Just put Pulp Fiction on and it’ll be good.” “I don’t get you guys ..” She sighed standing up and coming to sit with Arch and I. “What ?” “Jug and you. You guys have that obsession with old movies.” “They’re great.” We both said at the same time, looked at each other and it made me blush a bit.

Half an hour after we started the movie, Arch and Ronnie were taking a lot of place on the love seat and Betty was completely asleep on the couch. I took a heavy blanket and sat on the floor, my back against Betty’s couch.

“Tss” I heard to my left.

I looked up and Jug was frowing at me.

“What ?” I asked in a whisper. “What are you doing on the floor ?” He asked in the same tone. “There’s no place.” “Come sit with me.”He patted is lap. “What no, you’ve got just enough room for yourself.” “I don’t care come on “Jughead I said no. I’m ok here.”  

After another twenty minutes my butt started to feel numb, so I stood up and walked to my best friend who had placed himself so I could sit on his lap, his arms finding their place around my wait resting on my lap.

“Jug what time is it ?” “Barely 5:45.” He whispered.

I looked at our friends, Betty was still sound asleep on our right, Archie and Veronica were talking quietly.

“We’re the only ones listening.” I noticed as I turned to look at him.

He turned at the same time and our noses would have brushed together if one of us moved.

“Yeah.” He breathed out.

Our heads were still turned toward each other. Like in some sort of trance we couldn’t get out of.

“I’m- i’m quite hungry right now, uhm, would you like something ?” I asked him as his eyes went from my (y\e\c) eyes to my lips. “I’- i’m good. Thanks.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I walked to the kitchen and drank a glass of water.

“We saw that.” Veronica said. “Saw what ?” “That almost kiss between you and Jughead. Archie and I saw it.” “That was nothing.” “Yeah sure. I haven’t seen someone glance at someone else’s lips so many times.” She winked at me when Betty’s sleppy body got in the kitchen. “I think the boys are plotting against us.” “Why ?” I asked. “When I woke up, you guys weren’t there and Arch was talking to Jug with a smug look on his face and when I stood up they stopped.” “Do you know what they were talking about ?” V asked B. “Heard your name, why ?” Betty pointed to me. “Because our little (y\n) had a moment a few minutes ago.” “WHAT ?” She shrieked. “Shut up jesus and Ronnie it wasn’t a moment.” “Yeah sure. You guys were almost eyes fucking with your bottom lip bitten by your teeth and his eyes looking more at your lips than me when I look at Louboutins.” “Oh my god really ? You guys had a momen-” I threw her a piece of bread when the boys came in.

“What are you girls talking about ?” Archie asked looking at his raven haired girlfriend. “N-nothing that concerns you.” I said not bothering to look at Jughead. “What about Jug. Does it concern him ?” “W-what ? No ! It’s none of your business what we were talking about.” I said turning my body towards the fridge.

From an outsider point of view the five teenagers would be living a whole other story.

He’d see a red head and a raven headed couple trying to break two of their best friends, they would see a blonde girl, an amused look on her face along with one of pure concern for her (y\h\c) friend, talking about her. The outsider would look at the teenager and think that she was being scolded by her parents. She wouldn’t look up to the raven haired boy, nor would she muttered more than a few words.

But then, he would see the infamous raven haired boy, who couldn’t take his eyes off of his best friend. He’d look at her like she was the most beautiful person in the whole world and she was, to him. Because he knew her inside and out. Jughead never really thought about her that way, he always knew he liked the girl, that he had a crush on her, but when, a few minutes ago, he was so close to her. He knew that he loved her and that he had been gone for quite a while.

It was around dinner time, when everyone was gone except her model for the night,  that she started to draw ideas for him to do later that night.

“You know you’ll have to talk to me, sometimes, right ?” Jughead asked from his sitting position on her bed. “I know.” She muttered still not looking at him.

Her whole body stiffened when she felt his warmth on her back.

“What are you doing, Jug ?” She breathed out. “Glad you still remember my name.” He chuckled, which made her chuckled too. “You’re not funny.” She said as her whole body relaxed at the familiarity of their exchange. “I am, you know it and you love it.” “Why so confident ?” She asked him as she turned to face him, but was surprised when she saw that he was at the same heigh as her.

She took back her pencils and paper and walked away from him as she sat on her bed.

“Ok so I thought we could accentuate the features on your abdomen, your jaw and your cheekbones.” She said, voice low, sketching over a poorly done portrait of the man. “You’re not gonna put make up on me are you ?” “I don’t really have make up, Jug. I’ll use body paint with warm tones a little bit darker than your skin color. Then I’ll just put colors all over and take some shots at certain steps so it creates a bit of diversity.”

He nodded then sighed before taking another bite of the now cold pizza on the dresser. He helped her set up her photography equipment, such as the lights and the different lenses.

“Can I- Jug, can I abuse of the opportunity you’re giving me this week end and- “ “What do you want me to do, (y\n) ?” “I want you to, full on model for me. Like the big actors do.” She asked searching his face for any denial.

He knew he couldn’t exactly tell her no. He wasn’t able to do it.

“Inspired by some of the James Dean’s photo I saw the other day.” She informed him. “James Dean ? Have you seen the guy ?” “Yes, in fact I did.” “And you think -” “Jug, listen to me and if you start reciting me the “I’m a weirdo” speech I swear on my own head that I’ll burn that beanie down to ashes. You are one of the most beautiful person I’ve had the chance to see in my whole freaking life and I don’t know how you still don’t see that.”

She said before going to her closet and getting out clothing of leather, dark outfits and all sorts of accessories and clothes.

“Is that a cigarette ?” “Yes, but you won’t light it. It’s just for the aesthetics.”

Five hours later the traits were accentuated, shirts have been on and off and lights have been adjusted. She was finally done and told him that if she had to make some touch ups, she’ll text him.

“Ok, so what do you wanna do ?” She asked him as he got out of the ensuite bathroom.

She raised her head from the editing program on her laptop to see Jughead shirtless, even though she had seen him without a shirt all night long it was different because she was in a work mode, but now. He was ruffling his dark hair with a towel and was dressed with a flannel pajama pants that started to get lower on his hips.

He sat on the bed in front of her and looked at her, his eyes observing every single detail of her face. He leaned in and searched her eyes for any non-verbal refusal from her. When he saw she was too focused on his lips he finally connected them together.

His lips, surprisingly soft, had this subtle taste of the sugary juice he drank a few minutes before his shower, her nose was filled with the scent of her shower gel he used. It wasn’t one of those Hollywood kisses where theres was big fireworks and where their hearts were beating hard and fast. They both knew it was the right time and place for this closed lips kiss. A few seconds after, they pulled apart and smiled softly at each other. They were content with what happened and knew to never talk about it.

“Blonde.” She whispered. “What ?” “Blonde would look good on you. It would fit your eyes.” She smiled at him.

The week that passed was complete hell, (y\n) hadn’t properly seen her friends except from the time when they were in school. Outside of those hours she would be at the studio, developping her photos and getting help with other minor projects. She also had tons of homework to do, Betty recently asked her to helped her on the Blue and Gold and be their official photographer. Between all of that she didn’t really have time to hang-out with her friends, also she was asleep by 8:30 so that really didn’t help. Saturday morning, (y\n) went out, seeing as this was her only moment of calm and walked, camera hung around her neck she snapped  sceneries that would look good on her already full bedroom wall.

“Hey there stranger.” She heard a voice say.

She turned around to see her three friends.

“Hi guys !” She greeted them with a smile. “So, you’re avoiding us now or what ?” Ronnie asked her. “No, no guys I swear. I’m sorry if you thought that-” She dropped the camera on her stomach. “(Y\N\N), it’s fine. We were just wondering what happened to you this week so.” “Yeah, sorry about that. Miss Evans liked Jug’s portrait so much she asked me to help other students and finish other projects and it was just crazy.” “Right, so what are you doing ?” “Abusing of the calm that reigns over Riverdale. Hey have you seen Jug ? Haven’t talked to him in a bit.” “Well we were heading to Pop’s actually. Wanna join ?” “Sure”

[chris-evanslover]

All is Fair in Love and War

Summary: Best Friends Tom and OFC Lia get into an argument about Lia flirting with a guy when they go out. Tom’s jealousy snaps and he tells her how he really feels.

Warning: Angst, Fluff Ending (bc im a sap)

Word Count: 2.1K

I slammed the door closed of the Uber Tom and I took back to our shared apartment, stomping up the stairs till I reached our door, Tom following close behind me. He knew better than to talk right now, I was livid. Tom and I are roommates when he's in New York. We’ve known each other for a few years and became really close friends. Best friends if you will. Tom spends a lot of time in New York for press, filming and sometimes just to spend time here. I had extra room in my apartment and I offered for him to keep some stuff here instead of just getting a hotel every-time he comes to the city, which is often.

It was Tom’s idea to go out tonight, I for one was content with binging movies on the couch in our pajamas but Tom knows his puppy eyes can’t be denied by me. That’s how I ended up in a stuffy, crowded and posh nightclub downtown. Tom told me to wait at the bar and order him a drink, he knew some people that would be here tonight and he had to go say hi to them. I took a seat at the bar and ordered Tom a pint and myself a Rum and Coke. Paying close attention to my drink, I saw out of the corner of my eye that someone had slid into the seat next to me. Assuming it was tom I pushed the beer in his direction but when I looked up it wasn’t Tom, it was a very attractive man. He looked about 6 foot tall, had the build of a baseball player with bright green eyes and brown hair, completing his look with some scruff that really fit him.

“Sorry for shoving the beer in your face I thought you were my friend” “I don’t mind when it’s a pretty girl like yourself, I hope the friend isn’t a boyfriend?” So we’re flirting? Okay say less. I laughed and said “No he’s not, he asked me to order him a beer while he said hi to some people” “And he just left you alone at the bar?” “Well-I mean-No, I came here voluntarily instead of following him around while he said his hellos” he laughed and said he was just joking around “I’m Nate, it’s nice to meet you-” he held out his hand for a shake “Lia” I shook his hand, “Lia, very fitting” “Yeah what’s that supposed to mean?” I looked at him while swirling my drink in my hand before taking a sip. “Well you know, elegant name for a beautiful girl” I felt my cheeks heat up and laughed, not used to being flirted with this openly. “Thank you, So Nate tell me about yourself”. Nate began to tell me that he is a trainer for the New York Yankees. Aha I knew he had something to do with baseball. He asked me about my job which I told him I worked for a publishing house and all about my love for reading.

I didn’t realize how long had passed, about 45 minutes I was talking to Nate. He was genuinely nice, not pushy, sweet but a little mischievous, in a good way. I started looking around the club for Tom, a little annoyed he left me this long. Yeah I have Nate to keep me company but Tom doesn’t know that. Nate noticed me looking around and asked if everything was okay. “Yeah yeah I just don’t know where my friend is, he said he wouldn’t be long but I've been sitting here for close to an hour” “Would you like me to help you find him?” “You know what yeah I would thanks, let’s start over here”. Nate and I circled the club looking for Tom, I showed him a picture where you couldn’t really make out his face but you could make out his features, not wanting Nate to freak out if he recognized him. Some people are weird like that when it comes to celebrities.

I spotted Tom’s curls towards the back of the club, he was sitting on a couch with a Blonde model sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck. I scoffed and rolled my eyes but before I could walk back to Nate, we locked eyes and his face dropped. He’s free to do whatever and whoever he wants, we’re just friends but the fact that he left me alone is what i’m particularly mad about. I led Nate back to the bar, telling him I found him and all is good. We continued talking for about a couple minutes when I felt someone come up behind me and slid their arm around my waist and press a kiss to the back of my head. I spun around quickly ready to lay into whatever creep just did this but I was faced with Tom who was obviously drunk. “We should go home Love”. Nate spoke up when he said this “Lia do you know him? if you don’t we can move somewhere you’re not uncomfortable” “Shes not going anywhere with you mate” Tom basically growled out. My jaw dropped. What the actual fuck was his problem.

Not wanting Tom to make a scene no matter the expense (my expense) I told Nate, “I’m sorry, I should really take him home, thanks for a lovely night though” “Wow really, I genuienly wanted to get to know you too, but have fun babysitting” Nate grumbled and went somewhere away from the bar before I turned to Tom who looked unfazed. I was so mad at him but I couldn’t make a scene. Ordering an uber, Tom kept trying to talk to me as if everything was fine and dandy. The uber was 2 minutes away and I just wanted to go to sleep but Thomas wouldn’t keep his trap shut. “You know that guy probably only wanted to fuck you right” “What the actual fuck is wrong with you” “I’m just saying, don’t get so butthurt, I did you a favor” You scoffed at him, he was being an asshole.

Tom was rarely like this, you guys got on so organically and barely argued. Drunk Tom is a different story, all bets are off because he can be quite the little shit when he’s under the influence. I got a notification that the uber had arrived, I told Tom we were leaving and we got in the car which then took off in the direction of our apartment. I could feel Tom looking at me the entire ride but I was too angry with him at the moment to look back. The car parked and I got out with a huff, stomping up the stairs and unlocking our door. I kicked my heels off and made a B-Line for my room. Tom came in the apartment right behind me and called my name “Lia, wait, please”

“Leave me alone Tom” “No-I Fucked up” I turned to him, we’re standing approximately 6 feet apart in the kitchen. “Yeah you did, you really did and I would like to go to bed forgetting about tonight all together so can you give me that. Can you give me the decency of letting me just go to bed” “Can we please talk about this” completely ignored what I just said, thanks Tom. “What’s there to talk about Tom? The fact that you disappeared on me for almost an hour, Or that when I found you, you had some model in your lap. Or the fact that you felt the need to scare off a guy I was actually having a good time with. Or that you think he just wanted to fuck me is that it?” You were bright red in the face starting to raise your voice at Tom, letting all your pent up frustration from the night out, but you weren’t done. “IS THAT ALL I AM IN YOUR EYES TOM, HUH? SOMEONE TO FUCK? WELL IM NOT, IM A HUMAN BEING, WITH FEELINGS. YOU WERE THE LAST PERSON I EVER EXPECTED TO SAY THAT TO ME” He looked at you, slightly nervous.

“I left you alone because I saw you were having a good time and I didn’t want to interrupt” You laughed “You didn’t want to interrupt? What did someone hold a gun to your back and make you interrupt us then? Was it the girl on your lap?” “Stop with that seriously” He raised his voice, I don’t think he’s ever raised his voice at me. “You’re unbelievable” “Why? Why am I the one that’s unbelievable” “Are you being SERIOUS RIGHT NOW! WHY’D YOU INTERRUPT US THEN?” “BECAUSE I CAN’T STAND YOU BEING WITH ANOTHER GUY”

What? Where is this coming from, Tommy give me strength. “Where is this coming from Tom?” you lowered your voice volume by a million, barely whispering. “I didn’t plan on telling you like this Hell, I didn’t plan on telling you this at all. I don’t want to ruin our relationship” “Spit it out Holland” “I’m in Love with you”

I didn’t think my headache could get any more complicated but here we were yelling at each other in our kitchen at 1 in the morning. When I didn’t say anything he kept talking.

“I’ve been in Love with you for as long as I can remember but I pushed it down because I didn’t think you felt the same way. I don’t want our relationship to fall through because of this but looking at you here, now I, I had to tell you, I couldn’t hold it in anymore and seeing you tonight with him? It hurt so much more than I thought it would. So yeah I got wasted and this chick Amber sat on my lap before I pushed her off 2 minutes later, of course though the one time you see me is at that moment when she’s on my lap. I know you’re mad at me and I hate that I’m the one that made you angry but I just ask that you try to see this from my side. I understand if you don’t feel the same way It’s okay, I just, I’m terrified of losing you Lia. You’re the best thing I have.”

I’m speechless, not many times in my life have I been speechless but here I am with one thought only in my head. I really want to kiss him. So I do, I walked the couple steps till I reached Tom and cupped his cheeks in my hands, pulling him down so that our lips could meet. He reciprocated the kiss immediately, Starting off slow but quickly building in speed and passion. When we tore apart he looked at me in the eyes, “I meant every word I said” “I know you did” “What does this mean? Do you feel the same?” “This means I could see myself feeling the same, Make me fall in love with you Tommy” “It’s a big task but I think I can manage” he smiled and kissed you again, you never wanted him to stop.

“Does being Spider-Man get me any brownie points” You teasingly smacked him upside the head to which you both laughed. “C’mon Spidey, let’s watch something” “Yes ma’am, You choose” Oh, you were going to enjoy Tom trying to impress you.

A/N: Ahhh I had so much fun writing this holy shit.

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kang daniel|the heirs

member: kang daniel genre: fluff summary: heirs au! makeover au! you’re the shy girl who blends into the background so why does kang daniel the school’s golden boy keep on trying to talk to you, a few cups of coffee, a makeover and some cuddles will finally make you realise why heirs series: hwang minhyun | kang daniel | park woojin | yoon jisung | ong seongwoo | park jihoon

your school, 101 academy, were full of the most rich, talented and beautiful people

it was expected for them to be like that

their parents were billionaires and millionaires

you on the other hand were nothing like that

you didn’t even have parents, they died when you were young and you were raised by your aunt

then suddenly one day

your long lost grandma who you never met in your life died and suddenly you were surrounded by millions of dollars which included a spot at 101 academy

you were just a normal average everyday girl with a good life

but when you came here you completely changed into a shy nobody

you just couldn’t deal with any of it

the luxury, the wealth and the people

you were wayyy over your head

and you ended up not having friends nobody approached you and you approached no one

you made yourself to blend even more in the background by wearing a terrible fitted uniform and not caring the way you looked at all

in a way it was kind of depressing but you didn’t mind

you actually loved the school itself

it was amazing and even without friends you would never move schools

plus your video calls with your cousin everyday definitely helped with the whole “friends” bit

you thought that you would just sail through school being a loner

that all completely changed when you met kang daniel

you of course knew of him he was part of the heirs, who wouldn’t know them at your school

the 11 boys with absolutely everything, wealth, power, money, looks, talent to surpass anyone else

the kings of your school

and there was of course kang daniel the resident school’s golden boy

with the looks and a smile to melt the iciest of hearts and the money to buy a small country

and not mention ridiculously popular

gosh there was a mob around him anytime you saw him

you avoided that mob with all costs 

but one day you got run over by them

you were walking down the hallway when daniel walked passed you quickly 

then a fucking STAMPEDE of girls were sprinting towards him

shouting if it was true if he was in a relationship with this model or something

it was bloody chaos

you were pushed and shoved really roughly as they tried to reach daniel

you ended up on the floor swearing under your breath about “fucking crazy fan girls” and “stupid ass golden boy getting caught with his girlfriend”

for some weird reason all the noise stopped abruptly and you heard footsteps walking to you

you heard a chuckle that made your heart flutter

“need a hand?” said daniel with an amused but sweet tone with his hand in front of you

fuck fuck fuck fuck you hope he didn’t hear that you said in your head

you slowly tilted your head upwards as your eyes met the gorgeous brown eyes of kang daniel which were crinkling in amusement

making your stomach doing backflips

your eyes darted everywhere just trying not to look at those eyes again and not to feel THAT way again

you were in full on panic mood so instead of doing the normal thing and accepting his hand

you got up as fast as possible and sprinted out of that hallway

and decided from that moment on you could NOT interact with him

and especially not fall for kang daniel

he would never even notice you

he was probably only being polite when he offered to help you up 

you’d be putting yourself up for heartbreak

but as you left sprinting

you left daniel completely bewildered and his eyes wide with disbelief

staring at the direction you sprinted out 

he then sprinted the other direction to avoid the fucking crazy fan girls as you said quite elegantly he thought amused

he didn’t know who you were but when he saw you on your butt because of the girls following him about some bullshit rumour he felt bad

he was amused at how much you were swearing so he decided to offer you a hand

instead of blushing, fawning and clinging onto him which most girls do

you took one glance at his hand sprinted away before he could even say a word

he couldn’t help but be interested about you

you were special 

different

he wanted to know you better

he tried to but failed spectacularly

whenever he tried to talk to you

you’d sprint away from him

that happened for about 7 times over the course of 2 weeks

2 weeks of being just plagued by thoughts of you

any free moment he’d think of you 

he decided he really needed to ask the other guys for advice

all the older guys and jihoon were in the heirs room which was provided by the school because their families funded at least ¼ of the school

“guys i have problem” daniel announced loudly

“do you need one of us to babysit peter and rooney, cause not happening they always interrupt my beauty sleep” jaehwan said in a slightly bitter tone

“no i’m not and it wasn’t their fault” daniel replied back defensively

“how w-” jaehwan started before getting interrupted by jisung

“just spill the beans”

“there’s this girl” daniel started before getting interrupted by multiple OOOOOs and wolf whistles

rolling his eyes he continued “she runs away from anytime i try to speak to her”

the guys clearly not expecting that answer were silent before seongwoo broke out laughing and spluttering out in between laughs

“the great gold-den b-boy is g-getting ignored?”

“this is absolutely priceless” jihoon said with a smirk

“so who’s the special girl” sungwoon asked

“her name is y/n y/l/n” daniel announced glaring at jihoon and seongwoo

“wait she’s the girl who’s really shy and doesn’t talk a lot right?” minhyun asked

“maybe but she RUNS away from me not just being shy” daniel complained

“well then don’t speak to her then” jisung said simply

sungwoon continued “yeah jisung’s right just sit near her, don’t approach her and see if she’ll start a conversation”

“that’s actually not bad” minhyun commented

“minhyun, you have a girlfriend any ideas?” daniel pleaded

“well i actually think jisung and sungwoon’s isn’t that bad but maybe bring her coffee or a snack as some sort of gift? so if she runs out on you it’s rude?”

“damn that might work” seongwoo added

‘well i’ve got nothing to lose, thank guys, i’ll see you later” daniel said rushing out the room

“give it a month before they’re a thing” called jihoon

“a bet? $100?” seongwoo suggested devilishly

“of course” jihoon said with a smirk

“BOYS! how many times do i have to say no gambling!!” jisung said exasaperated

“but i’m saying 2 weeks” he added cheekily

making all the guys laugh and place bets on daniel’s luck with you

daniel bought two coffees as he headed towards the library, he saw you there once at a secluded spot so he decided to try his luck

he couldn’t help but grin as he saw you there reading

you looked adorable in a huge hoodie, sweats, your ill fitting glasses and a messy bun 

he took a deep breath and calmed his racing heart

he set down the coffee for you in front of you and sat next to you starting to read his assigned book

you were surprised at how persistent he was you thought he’d leave you alone after the few failed attempts

you knew you couldn’t sprint out of the library plus you were COMFY

AND he got you coffee

but instead of trying to talk to you

he just sat on the other end of the couch reading

you were puzzled but decided not to comment

so you took a sip of the coffee and to your surprise it was your order

a thought popped up in your head

did daniel actually care for you?

you tried to push those thoughts back

he didn’t care about you right? why you? you were nothing special

you looked at daniel with a raised eyebrow and he returned it with an amused smile

as much you wanted to you couldn’t help but smile softly

ending up biting your lip to try to stop smiling

making daniel have to repress the sudden urge of wanting to kiss you

the next few hours were silent as both of you read and did homework

you didn’t notice but daniel would slowly shift towards you

from the other edge of the couch to right next to you

you were super sleepy and without knowing you fell asleep on daniel’s shoulder

to daniel’s shock

he saw that you were sleeping on his shoulder

automatically he brushed your hair behind your ear endearingly 

he never realised but you really were beautiful

and for a few minutes he just stared at you lovingly

wishing he could call you his 

he quickly kissed your forehead

and decided that he’d stay awake until you woke up

for the next few hours he couldn’t help but think of how he felt around you

the soft warm feeling he got when you smiled, and how interested he was in you, also the fact you didn’t treat him any differently

you were special, and he wanted to get to know you better

without you running away from

then there was the fact he wanted to kiss you

he knew he liked you

but what could he do?

you would run away every time he tried to talk to you

letting out a sigh he leant his head on yours

and held your hand in his

with a smile on his face he fell asleep

you ended up waking up in that exact position

and had an internal freakout but you couldn’t deny it

you liked the feeling of having daniel’s hand in yours

and he looked so adorable sleeping

you couldn’t help but smile

and for once you just couldn’t deny your feelings for him

with disappointed pang you untangled yourself from the arms

as you were about to leave

you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and you suddenly were pulled backwards and straight towards daniel

resulting to be millimetres away from daniel’s smiling face

k drama feels y’all

you instantly blushed

“where are you going?” he asked

“u-uh away from here” you said hesitantly

“before you go can i ask you a question?” daniel asked a bit nervously

“okay?” you said trying to calm your fluttering heart 

“will you go on a date with me?” daniel said nervously

you felt like your heart collapsed because of how fast it was beating and your brain went haywire and without thinking

you did what you do best

you sprinted the fuck out of there

which ended with daniel groaning and muttering “for fucks sake”

after frantically pacing your room you called your cousin she always had the best advice after explaining everything to her she said to you

“so correct me if i’m wrong? you like daniel but you don’t think you’re good enough for him because there are so many better girls than you and you couldn’t understand why he likes you? so instead of accepting the date, you run out on him and now you have no idea what to do”

“basically” you say wincing you knew your cousin loved you a lot and hated when you put yourself down

“y/n literally the whole problem with this is your self confidence, and no matter how many times i tell you you’re beautiful inside AND out. you need to LOVE YOURSELF. and i know you don’t believe me so to help with that we’re giving you a makeover. thank goodness it’s saturday, get $50,000 ready and book me the fastest first class ticket over there”

before you could say a word, she hung up

you contemplated and realised you haven’t used any of the money your grandma left you which around was 100 million dollars

and maybe your cousin was right

a makeover couldn’t be that harmful

and maybe it was a step in the right direction to love yourself 

after a few hours, you picked up your cousin, exchanging hugs, she dragged you to the mall

8 HOURS shopping later you had a whole entire new wardrobe from underwear to formal and casual wear, accessories and shoes

your cousin was great at making sure you were comfortable and stylish 

also giving you tips to style yourself

then you got 5 sets of new uniform which was tailored perfectly to your body

throwing out your old baggy uniform especially the skirt that went to your shins which your cousin deemed the nun skirt

you were exhausted by the end of day but you still enjoyed eating ben and jerrys while catching up and watching chick flicks with your cousin

the moment you woke up your cousin announced what you two were going to do that day 

“okay so today we’re going to get you a full body massage, facial, new glasses, mani pedi, eyebrows threaded, get you some skin care stuff and makeup because you have none and finally hair”

before you could protest she dragged you to the mall

you got to say the massage and facial was amazing

the new glasses looked great on you and they were lighter

your nails and eyebrows never looked better

the makeup you got was pretty basic especially since you didn’t wear it before just foundation, concealer, mascara, eyebrow pencil, mascara, lip balm and some brushes

you also got a simple 3 step skin care routine

then you got the biggest transformation with your hair which used to be pretty dull boring

but it looked amazing with the new hairstyle

as you finally looked yourself in a full length mirror

you were so surprised with the transformation

from the different clothes, a bit of makeup, different glasses and the new hair 

“i’m b-beautiful” you said awe struck

you were still you just more stylish, confident, happier and more put together

for once you didn’t feel inferior to the girls in your grade

and you were happy with the way you look 

you knew you could love yourself but slightly annoyed it took you a makeover to be able to take that first step

loving yourself is so important this makeover wasn’t about to improve society’s “beauty standards” but to learn to love yourself in your own skin

please remember ALL OF YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL 

you felt now you had that confidence to talk to people

and accept that date from daniel

your cousin was beaming at you as she rushed to hug you

“i told you, you are beautiful inside and out, and i’m so happy you can finally see that, now i believe you have a date to accept”

and for the first time in your life you actually believed your cousin’s words

you guys part at the airport with teary hugs 

the next morning you brought two cups of coffee to the library hoping to find daniel there

you were in luck he was 

he was sleeping with his hair sticking out with his uniform on

he looked adorable

you poke his cheek

he stirs and when he sees your face his eyes widen

“y-y/n??”

“hey” you say softly

he looks at you and can’t help but notice the difference in your appearance

from your perfect tailored uniform, your hair, just everything

“w-wow you look stunning” he says completely shocked at the new look

“so i wasn’t stunning before” you quip back jokingly

“wait w-what no no of course you were! wait-hey! don’t tease me” he said with a bit of a pout

you laugh and he can’t help but automatically smile

“here, your morning coffee, you look like you need it” you say sweetly handing him his coffee

“hey is that an insult?!” he said jokingly

he took a sip and his eyes widened in surprise “my order huh?”

“yup i asked the barista if they knew it” you said with a smile

“so you do care about me” he said cheekily

a blush crept on your face “yeah i do” you said softly

daniel broke into a huge grin and he said to you “maybe i can do a do over of saturday morning?”

you look at him surprised and your heart suddenly started beating faster as you knew what he was going to ask

“so y/n i’ll ask one more time, will you go on a date with me?” he said sincerely but nervously taking a step towards you making your breath hitch

with the words from your cousin in mind and the new found confidence in yourself

you look at him right in those gorgeous eyes of his and you say sweetly

“i’d love to”

before you realise it he had his arms wrapped around you and you had your arms wrapped around him

he whispered in your ear “can we please skip the morning classes till lunch and just stay here”

and you couldn’t say no especially since you wanted to

“sure but if we get in trouble it’s all your fault” you say cheekily

“yeah yeah just let me cuddle you and i’ll take the blame for anything” he said sweetly

your heart completely melted at his words and you of course complied

you guys spent the morning finally having proper conversations, cuddling and talking for hours

you explained the whole self confidence and makeover situation him and he reacted in the best way possible 

“you cousin was right you’re beautiful inside and out, with or without the makeover and you might not see it but i’m determined to make you see how beautiful are no matter how long it takes” he said softly 

and before you knew it you were leaning and daniel’s lips were on yours

you hand rested on his cheek pulling him closer to you 

while his hands snaked around your waist 

making your body press up right against his

you kissed him over and over and over again 

it felt completely right

as you guys finally part with the most endearing smiles at each other

the bell rung as it signalled lunch time

daniel said to you “so if you would do me the honour may i escort you to lunch”

while offering you a hand 

you snorted but couldn’t help but smile “yeah yeah come on i’m hungry” you say impatiently

you two get to the cafeteria and you suddenly realise all the noise died down

everyone was staring as you entered with daniel

you heard whispers of “who is she? “wow, she’s so pretty” “are they dating??” “she doesn’t seem like much”

suddenly you felt a wave of panic and you wanted to leave

you felt daniel whisper in your ear “don’t worry about everyone you have me”

instead of running like you usually did you held your head high and smiled

and with daniel squeezing your hand softly you knew you were going to be good

you smiled at daniel sweetly as he led you to the heirs table

where all the heirs were sitting and minhyun’s girlfriend

all of them looking equally amused not looking surprised at all

as you reach the table you heard seongwoo’s voice saying

“pay up people i told you it’ll happen by today”

everyone groaned as they handed in $100 bills to seongwoo

“oh come on guys i wanted to make a good first impression” daniel whined

making everyone laugh

you could tell with daniel by your side you could be yourself and you were already starting to step out of your shy shell

you surprising everyone went to seongwoo and plucked 2 $100 bills out of his hands

“since i was the one who accepted don’t you think i should get a share” you say with a smirk

and seongwoo just stuck his tongue at you 

but internally he already liked you and approved of you being daniel’s future girlfriend 

then you sat down next to minhyun’s girlfriend

who whispered in your ear “please stick around, i love these bunch of idiots but they give me a headache”

you smiled at her and said “i’m definitely planning to stay”

then daniel who had his arm around you butted into your conversation

smiled lovingly at you making your heart feel like it was melting once again

kissed your forehead as he said

“she’s definitely staying”

MESSAGE OF THIS SCENARIO: LOVE YOURSELF

everyone struggles with loving themselves but it’s so important and i hope each and every one of you realise how amazing you are!! and i hope that the scenario got that message across. i know this was long but you guys are used to be my long ass writings so please forgive meee. and remember PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT!! any opinions are so appreciated even a few words!! it really motivates me to write!

TO MY LAUGHTER ANON: HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY!!! omg i’m so so sorry for not having this up earlier i had to spend time with my family. BUT I HOPED YOU LIKED IIT!! thank you so so much for being my anon, i’m so thankful for you and the anons you send in. you’re so so sweet and i love hearing what’s happening with you. i hope you had an amazing birthday surrounded with your friends and family and receiving gifts!! I LOVE YOU HEAPS!!

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heirs series: hwang minhyun | kang daniel | park woojin | yoon jisung | ong seongwoo | park jihoon

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Girls Night

Title: Girls Night

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,493

Warnings: Mild Angst, Douche Ex-Boyfriend, Self- Conscious Reader, Negative Body Talk, Fluff, Sweet Dean

Summary: Dean suggests having a girls night in an attempt to make his best friend, the reader, feel better about her break up.

Prompt requested by @janelock221: “This is girl talk, so leave.” Prompt: “Nothing is wrong with you”

A/N: This one was fun to write! I hope y’all enjoy this one as much as I did!! Feedback is greatly appreciated! :)

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 You tried to close the bunker door as quietly as possible. You didn’t want either Winchester to see you sneaking in at eight thirty at night after what was supposed to be your one year anniversary with your boyfriend. He picked you up at exactly seven after Dean dropped you off at one of Garth’s safe houses outside Lebanon. You didn’t want this guy to know anything about the hunting life. Garth stayed there often, and your boyfriend thought he was your gay roommate. Not that it mattered now of course.

 You tiptoed your way down the staircase, noticing the light on in the library. You hoped you could slip down the hall undetected but you knew your odds. You lived with two of the best hunters in the world. There was no sneaking past either of them.

 “Hey, you’re home. I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow,” Dean called out, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Dude, it’s only eight-thirty- I’m going to fucking kill him!” You watched the anger sneak up on Dean’s face as soon as he put two and two together and you knew he would kill your now ex the second he laid eyes on him.

 “It’s fine Dean, don’t waste your energy on him like I did. I’m okay, besides for my feet which are killing me because of these stupid heels. I just want to shower, and relax. I’m okay,” you assured him.

 “You want to have a girls night? I’ll make us some junk food and we can watch whatever movie you want to watch in your room, or mine. I have memory foam,” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows just to make you smile. You knew Dean had good intentions. He was your best friend after all. He knew you like he knew the back of his hand and had for as long as the two of you could remember. Dean was always there. That was one of the millions of reasons why you loved the man. But he would never want to be with a girl like you. You weren’t his type and you figured that out a long time ago.

 “You sure? I don’t want to make you sit with me all night,” you balanced your weight on your feet, not daring to look up at him. You didn’t want to have him sit with you and see you cry over this guy. You knew you were going to and there was no other way around it. Your feelings were hurt. You weren’t completely heartbroken, but you were hurt by the things he said to you and you didn’t want to force Dean to sit there yet again, and pick up the broken pieces that this guy chipped off.

 “There is no other way I’d want to spend the night,” he stood up. He left his glass of whiskey on the table, making his way over to you. He stood about a foot taller than you and that always seemed to make his hugs all the more better. The way he’d wrap his arms completely around you and rest his chin on the top of your head. He always held you just a few seconds too long; not that you ever minded of course. You always felt safe in Dean’s arms.

 And just like that, his arms were around you, pulling you into his chest. His chin resting on your head, tucking you underneath. You held onto him just as tight. Your nose filled with the smell of his body wash, mixed with a bit of his cologne, whiskey and a touch of leather. It was so distinctly Dean. It was so safe and warm. For a moment, it felt like you were living in a different world where your boyfriend hadn’t just broken up with you. You were living in the world where you and Dean were the only ones in the world and that was a world you never wanted to leave.

 “Go take a nice long, hot shower. I’ll make some popcorn, grab a bag of those chips you like so much, and some tea and I’ll meet you in my room,” he said softly. You nodded your head against his chest before releasing your hold on him.

 You slowly made your way to the bathroom, turning the water on hot while you stripped from the nice dress you put on for the evening. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t stop his words from earlier on from coming back. The hunting scars weren’t sexy. Neither were the rolls on your stomach or the stretch marks that rested on your hips and the top of your breasts. It shouldn’t have been so hard to push it away. He wasn’t going to be a part of your life. But at the same time, what if this was going to be the reason why you weren’t going to attract another man?

 You climbed into the shower, watching the water hit your chest and roll down your body. You hated how much you hated yourself in this moment. You hated how a man could make you feel so insecure about yourself and you hated that you let it cut you so deeply. Here you were thinking something was wrong with you. Here you were thinking that you weren’t good enough, yet again.

 You shut the water off after about twenty minutes in the shower. You shaved your legs in an attempt to make you feel a little better when you could run them along your sheets later on. You stepped out of the shower into the steam filled bathroom, only to find clothes sitting on the counter, nicely folded. You instantly recognized the flannel shirt as Dean’s, which meant that the pants beneath it were his too. In between the two was a pair of his boxers. Sometimes you felt like you didn’t deserve to have an amazing best friend like Dean. He treated you better than you ever deserved.

 You opened the bathroom door, stepping out into the cool hallway as your feet padded along the cold concrete tile. You could hear the tv on in Dean’s room from down the hall. What sounded to be an old horror film with a woman screaming and a loud chainsaw. It made you smile just a little. You smelt the popcorn as you grew closer to his room. When you finally stepped in the doorway, he was sitting on his bed, wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants that fit him perfectly. He wore a smile on his face the second he looked up at you and that made you feel a million times better. He had a big bowl of popcorn sitting in the middle of the bed, along with salt and vinegar chips and a cup of tea sitting on the ledge behind the bed.

 “There you are,” he beamed. “You ready for girls night?”

 “It’s kinda scary how excited you are, especially considering you aren’t even close to being a girl,” you let out a dry chuckle.

 “Yeah I know, but I’m still your best friend so technically this counts as girls night,” he smiled, patting the empty seat on his bed for you. “What do you feel like watching tonight?”

 “Not this horror movie you’re watching, that’s for sure. See if they added anything new to Netflix,” you suggested. You took the hot cup of tea in your hands, letting the heat of the mug keep your hands warm. Dean flipped through the options on Netflix, stopping on a classic. 10 Things I Hate About You. Both of you enjoyed that movie when you watched it together for the first time all those years ago. It made you smile, it made you tear up. It was never one you didn’t want to watch.

 Half an hour into the movie, you adjusted your position to get a little more comfortable. You had finished your tea and barely touched the food in front of you. You couldn’t shut your mind off. Thinking about how you shouldn’t eat that much junk food in case you gained any more weight, or added another stretch mark to your body. Not to mention, your hunting skills would suffer and then Sam and Dean would have to carry your extra weight because you couldn’t do the job.

 “Y/N?” Dean called out, resting his hand on your wrist.

 “Hmm?” you hummed, catching his eye.

 “What’s going on? You haven’t touched any of the food and your mind seems to be somewhere else. That’s not exactly how girls night works,” he pointed out. He wasn’t mad by any means. If anything he was concerned and you couldn’t blame him, but you also couldn’t tell him what was on your mind. It may have been “girls night” but Dean wasn’t going to understand how you were feeling like an actual girl would. Look at Dean. Anyone with eyes could see that he radiated confidence in himself. He knew he was a good looking guy and he could land any girl he wanted with a flash of his smile. You? You were just Y/N. Plain Y/N who no one was going to pick over someone as thin as a model with flawless skin.

 “Just tired, I guess,” you shrugged. “‘S been a long day.”

 “Yeah,” he agreed. “You can spend the night here if you want, okay? No need to go back to your room.”

 Your heart fluttered at his words. It was just like old times. Sure you and Dean shared a bed when you were on a hunt and had to stay in a motel. But that was only because Sam took up the entire bed most nights and he moved in his sleep more than Dean did. You had been there and done that and the three of you agreed it was better for you to share with Dean. The only harm he did was cuddling into you in the middle of the night. That was fine. He was your best friend after all. You didn’t mind one bit.

 You glanced over at Dean, watching him bring a piece of popcorn up to his mouth. His tongue peeking out as he placed the popcorn in his mouth, chewing slowly as his eyes were glued to the screen. How you got so lucky to have a best friend like him was beyond you. No one would sit through a movie with you like this willingly.

 “Dean,” you whispered. His head jerked in your direction, his green orbs meeting yours. “Is there something wrong with me?”

 His eyes went wide at your words. Hell you couldn’t believe they slipped out of your mouth. He sat up, propping himself up against the wall, fixing his pillow before turning to face you, giving you his full attention. “I want you to listen to me very carefully,” he started. “Nothing is wrong with you, okay? Absolutely nothing.”

 Tears threatened your eyes as his words began to sink in. You couldn’t stop yourself from continuing. You knew Dean was going to try his best to make you feel better, and maybe for one night it will. But you knew you were going to wake up in the morning feeling the exact same way you felt now.

 “Do you think I’ve gained weight?” your voice was weak, and defeated sounding. Something you were going to add to the list of the things you hated about yourself. Thankfully it was only Dean you were talking to.

 “Are you kidding me? Y/N, you’re perfect,” he stated, reaching his hand out to you. “You haven’t gained weight. You are beautiful just the way you are. Did he say something to you? Is this why you’re not eating? You think you’ve gained weight?”

 God, so many questions and you didn’t want to answer a single one. It was embarrassing and quite frankly, you feared that Dean was going to think the same thing about you and decide that you weren’t his best friend anymore.

 He paused the movie, moving himself to settled down right in front of you. He took your hands in his, which were significantly smaller that his. His were rough and calloused, giving you something different to try and focus on.

 “He broke up with me because I wasn’t pretty enough for him,” you sniffled. Trying your hardest to keep your tears at bay. “He told me that my scars and stretchmarks turned him off, along with the fact that my boobs weren’t as perky as he wanted them to be and that I had gained weight over the course of the year we were together. He said I wasn’t the same girl he fell for, that I was different. I just wasn’t what he wanted anymore.”

 “He’s a dick and he was never good enough for you, you hear me?” he said clearly.

 “Y/N, Dean, I think I’ve found us a hunt,” Sam popped in with his laptop in his hand.

 “Sam, not now. This is girl talk, now leave!” Dean ushered.

 “Dean, you’re not even a girl,” Sam scoffed.

 “Out!” Sam walked out with a chuckle, shaking his head at his older brother’s antics. “Where were we? Right- he’s a douchebag and he doesn’t deserve an amazing girl like you. So what if you have scars and stretchmarks. I have scars and stretchmarks and so does Sam. They make you who you are and you are so damn beautiful. I don’t ever want you to doubt that, okay?”

 “But maybe he was right, Dean. I mean it’s not like he wasn’t right about some of it. What if every guy I run into after this is the same?”

 “Then I will personally bury them six feet under. I’m not just saying this because you’re my best friend to make you feel better, Y/N. No one has the right to make you feel horrible about yourself, especially when it’s the farthest thing from true. As for your boobs not being perky enough, who cares? They’re real. Your body changes. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Absolutely nothing,” he told you, squeezing your hands every so often to reassure you he was still there with you. “Besides, if you were to flash me, I can guarantee you I’d pop a boner in an instant.”

 “Do you really have stretchmarks?” you whispered. He nodded his head, releasing your hands before taking the hem of his shirt and bringing it over his head. He pointed towards his hips and you could faintly see what he was talking about. They had faded significantly but they were still there. You slowly brought your hand up to his skin, your fingers ghosting over them. It did make you feel a little better knowing he had them too. After all, you thought Dean was perfect, and he still was in your eyes. No scar or mark on him would make you think differently. And maybe that’s how he saw you.

 “For the record, you look amazing in my clothes,” he muttered with a smile playing on his lips. “You don’t need to lose weight, or starve yourself. You don’t have to change a single thing about yourself because you are already perfect in my eyes. I don’t want a guy like him to have any effect on who you are.”

 “You’re really good at girl talk, Bean,” you smiled softly. Instead of saying another word, he moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his exposed chest. Not that you minded of course. This was Dean after all, and he was damn attractive. His hugs always made everything better.

 “I’m good at everything, peanut,” he chuckled. “I hope you don’t find another guy for a long time. I’ve missed nights like this with you.”

 “You can be my guy,” you giggled, almost jokingly. But there was a lot more truth behind your words, more than what could be hidden behind a laugh.

 “I’d love to be your guy, but I’m not good enough for a girl like you, Y/N. You deserve someone who can give you the world, not someone who will shove you in the backseat of his impala and drive you through hell. You deserve way better,” he said, almost sadly. He took your words rather seriously and it hurt to know that he didn’t want you in that way, that he didn’t think he was good enough.

 He pulled away from you, moving back to his original seat on the bed. The movie resumed, Dean passing you the bowl of popcorn, not taking it away until you ate some of it. You could feel his eyes on you every so often. You knew he was just checking in, making sure you were okay.

 “You are good enough for me,” you stated, not daring to look over at him. You felt his gaze turn to you, his eyes locked on you as you stared at the screen in front of you.

 “Y/N, I-”

 “Don’t. You just spent the last half hour telling me that I’m too good for guys that put me down but you never said I was too good for the guy that is always there to pick me up and put me back together. You never said I’m too good for someone who see’s me as perfect and beautiful and never fails to tell me so even though he knows, I’m not going to believe a word that comes out of his mouth,” you argued. You knew you were headed into dangerous waters, but you had been hiding your feelings for Dean for years. You had pushed them down, tried to deny them and just plain refused to even think about the fact that you had fallen head over heels for your best friend.

 “Y/N, you don’t want someone like me. Why would you?” he scoffed, reaching over to his bedside table, gripping his beer in his hands as a distraction. He took one long swing and you could sense the entire conversation was a little uncomfortable for him.

 “I want you because there is no one in the world that makes me feel the way you do. I want you because you’re a hunter and I’m a hunter and I don’t have to lie to you because we both know the life. I want you because our lives suck and we both deserve to have something good, even if it is dangerous. I want you because I feel like I’m home when I’m in your arms and because when I picture myself happy, you’re right there next to me. I want you because I love you. Simple as that,” you confessed, still not daring to look at him. Your eyes were glued to the screen in front of you, watching as Heath Ledger sang on the bleachers for Kat.

 Suddenly, you felt Dean’s hand cup your cheek, urging you to finally look at him. When your eyes made contact with his, you could see you had spooked him a little, nothing that he couldn’t handle. You could also see the happiness he was trying his darndest to hide. His tongue peeked out passed his lips, wetting them slightly before he leaned in closer.

 You couldn’t deny it now, just like you couldn’t deny the fact that your heart was pounding in your chest. You had no idea how many times you had imagined what this moment would be like. Nothing compared to this moment. Nothing compared to the anticipation you were feeling in your stomach. You leaned in with him, wanting this; needing it. The second his lips touched yours, you didn’t feel that spark that people talked about when they kissed the love of their life. You didn’t see fireworks but your stomach was doing flips. Your heart was fluttering in your chest. It felt like home. It felt like you had finally put the final piece in the puzzle. It felt like it was just right. The way his lips moved with yours, so soft and slow as if he was afraid to push you too far. You brought your hand up to cup his cheek, feeling the stubble he was growing out before the next hunt. He tasted like beer and popcorn with a hint of vinegar. He was damn near perfect.

 He pulled away, his eyes remaining shut for a moment before. You let out a content sigh, a smile playing on your lips. His eyes opened, blown wide with whatever he was feeling powering behind them.

 “That was,” you breathed out.

 “Home,” he finished.

 “Is girl talk over now? We seriously have to talk about this hunt,” Sam poked his head in. You both let out a laugh, looking at the younger Winchester.

 “Sam, can the hunt wait until morning?” Dean groaned.

 “We’ll we still gotta talk about it,” he said, flashing you both his best puppy dog eyes.

 “You want to join in on girl’s night don’t you?” You teased.

 “That too. But seriously, I’ve gotta talk to both of you about this.”

  “Yeah okay, Sam. Get in here!”

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MERRY KISSMAS BABES!

  I thought it would be the perfect present for you all to drop a review on this beauty!

I am so excited to be doing a piece created by Pour Moi (sold by UKLingerie)! I got this a while back but due to circumstances, it wasn’t something I could review until now… and boy am I excited?! As it’s been sitting there looking pretty, I have been pondering for ages how I could style this so I don’t expose too much but show you all how gorgeous this is as a piece and what it’s like when it’s on… and me being me, I have to do it with an outfit! It’s the fashion side coming out of me now and I found something that I think would look really amazing.

I also have a little follow on from this review, but I won’t be hinting it until tomorrow…

Heads up, I will be calling my breasts ‘cherries’ – don’t ask me why I just say that as I keep giggling when I type breasts …. *giggles*

The Spec

Colour: Oyster Black

Size: UK32 B Cup

Price: £40.00

Website: UKLingerie – Pour Moi Boudoir Basque

  My Outfit

So seeing as this was more about the basque, I decided to dress it like I was going out. I didn’t add shoes into this review, but I would have certainly gone for a classy pair of court shoes.

I wore my furry jacket on top to expose the basque and wore my cobalt blue midi skirt (which is slightly high-waisted) so it shows off the top really nicely.

You can always add a classy necklace and small earrings – I wouldn’t go too heavy with jewellery as it can then look a little on the ‘trashy’ side.

My Deets

Jacket: Dorothy Perkins

Skirt: Quiz Clothing

  The Review

From The Website: Pour Moi’s new range, Boudoir, is some of the most exciting and delightful items of the year, with a femininity that cannot be beaten. The slightly off white colour scheme is dazzling and eye catching, and more original than a purely black body would be. This lighter than usual look acts as a good stage for the black floral motifs that you can see here on the cups and hips. Together, the stunning monochrome colour scheme, the slightly see through tulle fabric, the moulded and underwired cups and the classic stocking straps all make this basque the stunning example of femininity that you see before you.

* Bandeau basque * Floral embroidery * Tulle fabric * Underwired * Moulded cups * Slightly padded * 4 straps

  The Packaging: so when this arrived from UKLingerie, I was super excited to get into them. Luckily it was just clear simple packaging it was in, so I could rip into it (gently of course!) and get shooting!

  The Lace: I am in love with the lace on the cups; it’s so elegant and classy looking I just can’t get over it. It’s dotted on the cup and also further down on the right (well left side when it’s on) at the bottom as a little touch. I do have the knickers to this as well, but for obvious reason I wasn’t showing it in this review as I want the attention on the basque!

  The Suspender Straps: okay so the suspender straps are plastic ones, but they still grip really well. You may need to fiddle slightly as with ribbon kept getting in my way, but if you’re an expert with the rubber ones, then you just crack on love!

I prefer metal, but still playing with rubber so I get used to it and get them done up quicker than faffing around each time.

Anyways, back to the actual review… So the suspender straps are also detachable – same as the bra strap at the top; I left mine on as I was wearing mine under clothing for the rest of the day but you can always turn it strapless and rock it that way. That’s more of a personal choice but I know my suspender straps aren’t coming off; you need hosiery with these!!!!

  The Eye Hooks: and here we go! So the back of the basque is pretty simple and this is where (if you have one) the other half gets to have fun hehe! I cheated and just pulled this over my head to get it on, but getting it off, I had to unhook it all.

You have 3 rows to choose from depending on how fitted you would like it on you; I always have mine on the tightest as it just shapes the body nicely and it was a snug fit on me.

Good luck if you’re getting this on unhooked!

  The Cups: so I normally never expose my personal body sizing, but let’s just put it to one side for this review. The cups are great on these; they don’t squeeze my cherries and it isn’t loose that I have slight gaping between the cups and me. They cover the whole of my cherries which is quite nicely actually – but then this depends on how big busted you are to be honest. I found mine to be just right and to be honest, I wouldn’t have wanted it to be pushing me up or making them look larger.

You also have under wiring to give you extra support (for those of you who may need it) as well, so you’re covered (literally!)

  The Fit & Feel: I love the way this fits. It’s just perfect and one thing I am loving is the piping / boning (people say different things) that you have on the front and back of the basque. This helps it to keep its shape the whole day. You get then going down the front and back and then also around the waist.

The feel of this is so soft and just luxurious. I cannot tell you how good I feel in this; it just boosts you completely and makes you feel like you’re a model when wearing it. I know this is more for the bedroom, but I styled it as a going out outfit, and then wore it for the rest of the day with a top underneath and I just felt so good.

  The Look: I flipping love it. I just want to sum it up as that really; it just takes my breath away. I love the colour as it’s one that can suit a lot of skin shades and you can either expose it like I did or wear it under clothes (also like I did) depending on how you feel. I think it’s subtly sexy, yet elegant and classy. I don’t come across that many which you can take out the bedroom and style as a fashion piece, but this is one of them I felt confident to rock.

The thing that helps is that the cups are lined inside and then you have the additional lace over the top where your little pokey bits would normally be. So even if it was cold and you stepped out, you’re covered (I keep doing puns!) really rather than it being the normal sheer-style so you expose your cherries completely underneath.

    My Thoughts?

Can you all just go and buy one please? Like now? I am loving this – and I would want you all to feel as good as I did when wearing this. I know I didn’t pair with hosiery this time (once again wanting the basque to be the focal point) it is just stunning and perfect to dress in so many ways.

Don’t just limit yourself to the bedroom with this piece; make it your statement or that cheeky little sneak peak that you get with a crop open shirt or maybe do what I did and just roll out the way I did(but make it classy though!)

The fit and feel is just perfect; I have no issues with it being too tight or too lose, it was just the perfect fit on me and you always have the option to adjust with the hooks at the back too.

The versatility to wear with or without straps and you can just keep it as a body piece and undo the suspender straps too and maybe rock with a pair of jeans? I just keep thinking of all the different types of clothing I can wear it with again!

Thank you UKLingerie for this beauty and for Pour Moi for creating such a elegant design!

Pour Moi Boudoir Basque MERRY KISSMAS BABES!   I thought it would be the perfect present for you all to drop a review on this beauty!

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P.J. SIMON: AN APOSTLE TILL THE END

by Bert A. Ramirez / September 28, 2020

PJ Simon uncorks one of his patented one-hand push shots against a Giñebra defense. (Photo from humblebola.com)

                              Apostle.  Based on the modern dictionary, an apostle is a disciple, a follower, a missionary, an evangelist and an advocate.  Peter June Simon, the Scoring Apostle, is all that and more.  Throughout his legendary career as one of the greatest off-the-bench players in PBA history, Simon preached, exemplified and lived the life of a player who gave his team, the Purefoods franchise for which he played all his 16 years as a professional, whatever it needed, whether it was manufacturing points where he excelled, giving his team an offensive spark off the bench, a clutch shot to win a game, a great teammate, an excellent ambassador for the team outside the playing court, or simply a cheerer and supporter from the bench like he mostly did towards his last two years as a Magnolia Hotshot.

               Yes, PJ earned the moniker “Scoring Apostle” mainly through his excellent scoring prowess and ability to create his shot that would fit alongside his given and family name – Peter Simon – which matched that of the Apostle Peter Simon whom Jesus Christ anointed as the first leader of the Catholic Church, but perhaps unknowingly and in a providential way, that nickname also fit the 5-foot-11 guard so perfectly for the virtues that he exemplified and the character that he carried as a player and as an individual.

               It’s very rare that anyone, particularly with Simon’s caliber that frustrated many an opponent or made them lose a matchup or a game, could earn universal respect and admiration. Yes, from even some of his most bitter rivals on the court.

               When PJ announced that he is retiring from the game this past week, Mark Caguioa, a fierce adversary considering the rivalry between Simon’s team and Caguioa’s Giñebra club, was quick to pay tribute to Simon.  “My only batchmate left from (the) 2001 draft.  One of the nicest guy(s) on and off the court,” the Giñebra veteran said. “PJ might be a nice guy but don’t let that fool you.  I call this guy a quiet assassin because he usually goes under the radar.  He is a born winner and a true champion.  Thank you for all the great battles.  Bro, good luck on your next chapter.”

               Sol Mercado, another Giñebra adversary, also took note of Simon's kind demeanor, but stressed that he was a "real killer” on the hardcourt.  “Always respectful and classy, never took your kindness for weakness," Mercado said.

               And players from other teams were similarly effusive in their praise of Simon.  Veteran Gabe Norwood, Rain or Shine’s captain, said on Instagram, "I always respected the way you competed and the way you played the game."

               "It was my pleasure playing against you," San Miguel's Chris Ross also remarked, while teammate Alex Cabagnot said, “Congrats on the retirement!  Wonderful career. Enjoy life!   #idolsOnly #legend.”

               Retired PBA star and many-time Gilas Pilipinas member Jimmy Alapag said, “Congrats on a Hall of Fame career my friend!  Always had my utmost respect!  One of the best!”

               Former Alaska star Jeffrey Cariaso, whose playing career intersected with that of Simon and who served as Purefoods assistant from 2011-2014 during Tim Cone’s tenure with the ballclub, validates what his rivals said about PJ.  “One of my favorite people in the PBA.  Congratulations on a great career.” the current Alaska mentor said.  “Such a warrior and winner on the court.  And a genuine, high-character individual off it.”

               Ryan Gregorio, who coached Purefoods for nine years and is mainly responsible for turning Simon into the PBA legend that he became, probably knew PJ as much as anybody and, just like the rest, was impressed most of all by his inherent good personality both on and off the court.  "More than his on-court exploits, his demeanor separates him from the rest,” Gregorio said.  “There is no mean bone in his body.  He is your consummate player and a model person.  I wish him all the best in his future undertakings."

                PJ’s teammates, of course, only have good words and wishes for their well-liked comrade.

               “Salamat tol @pjs08 sa binigay mo na saya sa team at sa PBA!  Salamat sa mga kwentuhan, champion, kulitan at samahan natin!” said Marc Pingris, who with Simon and James Yap used to form the so-called Big Three for the Purefoods ballclub.  “Saludo ako sa yo. mabait na kaibigan at mapagmahal sa family at sa fans!  It’s time na mag-enjoy ka kasama ang maganda at mabait mo na asawa!  Basta kung may problema tol alam mo number ko!”

               “Love and prayers my brother… been a pleasure playing next to and learning from you every day.  All love and respect,” backcourtmate Justin Melton said in a comment to Simon’s retirement post on Instagram.

               “One of my best teammates!!!  Love you brotha!” wrote former teammate and now-Barangay Giñebra forward Joe Devance, with whom PJ and the then-San Mig Coffee Mixers won a Grand Slam in 2014.

               And the accolades did not only come from contemporaries.  Even a relative youngster, like NLEX’s Kiefer Ravena, also had good words for him.  “One of the greatest stories out there.  Just goes to show there are different ways to make it to the league!  It was a pleasure guarding you and playing against you kuya @pjs08!  God bless sa next chapter!” Ravena said in response to Simon’s Instagram post.

               Indeed, that captures Simon’s story and how he made it into the PBA.  The Makilala, Cotabato native was drafted in the fifth round of the 2001 PBA draft, the 43rd overall selection by the now-defunct Sta. Lucia Realtors.  But he went unsigned by Sta. Lucia and had to take his talent instead to the then-Metropolitan Basketball Association with the Davao Eagles.  He then signed with Dazz Dishwashing Liquid, the Lamoiyan Corporation franchise in the then-semi-pro Philippine Basketball League, when the MBA disbanded in July 2002 and proceeded to validate the talent he had shown earlier with the Eagles and, before that, with the University of Mindanao varsity squad, with whom he earned three MVP trophies.

               Gregorio, who was looking to fortify the Purefoods team then, always had his sights trained on Simon, whom he believed had a complete set of basketball skills even then.  “I was impressed by his basketball instincts,” recalled Gregorio, who saw PJ at ringside leading the then-renamed Fash Liquid team tangle with the star-studded Welcoat Paintmasters squad in the 2004 PBL Platinum Cup finals.  Welcoat then counted on Simon’s future Purefoods teammates Yap, Paul Artadi and Ervin Sotto (Kai’s father) as well as Jojo Tangkay, but PJ outplayed them all as he sparked Fash to the title, his second with the team after earlier leading then-Hapee Toothpaste to the 2003 PBL Unity Cup championship.

               Simon in the process bagged the MVP award, beating both Yap and then-teammate Rich Alvarez, who would go on to become the top pick in the 2004 PBA draft ahead of Yap.   “PJ couldn’t be stopped.  He took all of them to school and won,” recalled Gregorio.  “The next day, I talked to Mr. (Rene) Pardo and said, ‘Sign this free agent.  This guy is legit.’”  The rest of course is history as PJ would prove his coach right.

               “That year, we were able to draft James at No. 2 and Paul (Artadi) at No. 11.  Then we got PJ from the free agency.  So, as if we got three blue-chip recruits that season,” said Gregorio, now retired and currently an executive at Meralco and a special assistant to Samahang Basketbol ng Pilipinas president Al S. Panlilio.

               Gregorio then orchestrated a trade that brought Marc Pingris from FedEx the next year to form a lethal two-man frontcourt with Kerby Raymundo, and the Purefoods club won two more championships under Ryan with that core, giving PJ his first two PBA titles.  “We had Kerby at the ‘5’ spot, Ping at ‘4’, and a solid three-man and two-guard rotation involving James, Noy Castillo, and PJ.  And Paul and Roger Yap were our point guards,” Gregorio, now 48, explained.  “PJ came off the bench.  He was my super sub.  He would come in and manufacture instant offense for us.”

           True enough, Simon established a reputation as probably the league’s most explosive reserve.  On November 10, 2010, for example, he scored a career-best 42 points in B-Meg Derby Ace's 102-97 victory over Air21, hitting 13 of 15 shots from the floor (2-of-4 from three-point range), while making 14 of 18 free throws.  

               On December 17, 2010, he also exploded for 35 points in B-Meg's 106-97 double overtime win over then-newcomer Meralco in Game One of their quarterfinal series en route to sweeping that series before losing to Talk ‘N Text in six games in the semifinals.  

               Other exhibits of the Scoring Apostle’s offensive game was a 32-point job on December 13, 2006 in Purefoods' 114-73 blowout of Coca Cola in the 2006 Philippine Cup, where PJ combined with Yap splendidly to power the Chunkee Giants to the title by beating Red Bull in the finals in six games, and a 31-point game on May 13, 2007 in a 117-105 loss to Giñebra in the 2007 Fiesta Conference, Simon’s top scoring night in an import-laden conference.

               Simon’s ability to manufacture points when needed made him one of the most feared players even coming off the bench.  In fact, Alapag, who was already two years into the league when PJ finally got his break from Purefoods, singled him out as the toughest defensive assignment he had in his stellar career.

               Speaking during his guest appearance in the podcast 2OT, Alapag answered when veteran broadcasters Carlo Pamintuan and Magoo Marjon asked that question: “Easy.  PJ Simon.  I had nightmares about that one-arm floater with him posting me up.  One of the best.”

               The 5-foot-9 Alapag, a six-time PBA champion himself who made an excellent international career playing for the national team, said nothing worked against PJ as he recalled even trying to play physical with him.  Those matchups, in fact, gave PJ’s amiable character an opportunity to shine even more, making it even more challenging for Jimmy as Simon carried himself very well despite all the hits he took.  “He would never say a word, which made it even tougher!  Because I would do everything – push him away from the block, hit his arm, hold him,” Alapag shared with a smile.  “Nothing worked.”

               Simon would go on to take an even more stellar role when he later became one-third of the team’s Big Three along with Yap and Pingris as Gregorio would resign from the team to coach the Meralco Bolts under the MVP Group of Companies in 2010.  The trio’s partnership produced five more championships with Tim Cone at the helm, including only the fifth grand slam in PBA history in 2014.  Tim Cone’s reassignment to Barangay Giñebra in 2015, as well as Yap’s controversial trade to Rain or Shine in 2016 for Paul Lee, however, would somehow put a damper on Simon’s role on the team with the constant adjustments that had to be made, although the now-Magnolia Hotshots won another crown under current coach Chito Victolero in 2018 with the import-laden Governors’ Cup title.

               No matter if Simon’s career would seem to have ended with a whimper with the way his role had been diminished on the team, it can’t take away from the luster that it enjoyed for more than a decade, which he marked with eight All-Star selections, a PBA Mythical Second Team berth in 2014, an All-Star Game MVP award in 2008, a Three-Point Shootout title in 2019, and two Mr. Quality Minutes Award (the PBA’s equivalent of the NBA’s Sixth Man Award) in 2008 and 2014, one of only four players to do so twice, the others being Jayson Castro, Rodney Santos and Ronald Tubid.

               He of course won eight PBA championships, more than the two players regarded as the greatest in franchise history ever won in their legendary careers – Alvin Patrimonio, who got five, and Yap, who took seven.

               Simon’s career scoring average of about 11 points, which of course had been diminished by his warming the bench through the last two years under Victolero, is also deceptive, as he played approximately just half of a possible 48 minutes.  Taken on a per-36-minutes basis which would have been normal for a player of PJ’s caliber, that average would have risen to over 16 points.

               For Simon, however, that wouldn’t have mattered much, true to his apostle’s reputation in terms of character and values.  For him, having played for 16 years in this basketball-crazy nation’s top hoops league was good enough.

               It’s no wonder there is no player the candid Gregorio could be prouder of. “Truly one of the best players that I have coached,” he said.  “Seventeen years after and many championships given to Purefoods, I am so happy to be proven correct.”

               And so are the legion of Purefoods fans who have reveled in Simon’s exploits, and, now, memories.

PJ would now have more time to spend with his wife, the former Jehza Huelar, the 2018 Miss Supranational Philippines who is due to give birth to their first child shortly. (Photo from Peter June Simon’s Facebook account)

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Return-maximizing criticism

One thing predictive processing stresses is that our perception, at all times, is constituted by the conjunction of our environment, our sensory organs, and, crucially, our cognitive “interpretive” schema, which processes and encodes sensory input in a hierarchical fashion, higher levels predicting, top-down, the flow of sense data, bottom-up. In part, the schema contributes to the constitution of experienced reality by narrowing and stabilizing as “dominant” a few aspects of reality from many possible options, in other words, fabrication through subtraction, isolating deemed-relevant signal from deemed-irrelevant noise. But it also constitutes this reality more directly, something closer to hallucination: in the case of minor conflicts between bottom-up and top-down error, sense data can be overwritten by the predisposed prediction. We may leave out a doubled, redundant word in a sentence (e.g. an extra “and”) or interpret a friend’s utterance in a way concordant with our broad impression of them (attribution error). This hallucination is always constrained by reality, and will frequently be corrected, as later details contradict and retroactively “rewrite” interpretation. But it adds a subjective fuzziness to the world that is always present.

This is also a core insight of the phenomenology tradition (which influences to structuralism and poststructuralism; the contention that our reality is “culturally constituted” becomes more clear, since these interpretive schemas are of course largely the products of our environments). To Husserl, and many after him such as Heidegger and Merleau-Ponty, there are the “sensual” and then the “intentive” components of sensory experience, the latter making sense of (i.e. making intelligible) the former. The intentive component both opens up (draws attention to) and closes down (filters out) reality as experience, and indeed can even “hallucinate” it.

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Since it is the interaction between schema and world, narrative and reality, which determines our experience, the schema gains most influence in situations where reality is vague or hard-to-discern, and the same is true vice-versa. Coffee tasting, as Ken Liberman describes it in More Studies in Ethnomethodology, is a high-stakes and socially constituted craft where tasters go back and forth (oscillate dialectically) between frame and experience, reconciling labels with sensory inputs (or else reconciling their own discovered descriptors with those of other tasters)—testing one against the other and finding an individuated “truth” through the correspondence between the levels. One taster, for instance, might suggest a hint of cinnamon; another will then taste his cup, and either node in agreement or contradict the first—that, in fact, the flavor seems closer to chocolate, in which case the first taster now returns to his cup, testing the contradiction against his (newly re-schematized) experience and remarking that, yes, it is somewhere in that range. The utterance or discovery of a label (sign) enables, by “focusing” the experience, the taster to “pick out” and experience the signified flavor from a varied, changing, and vague sensory experience—it stabilizes the instability of being, while at the same time even creating a reality, as the hierarchical prediction system will “round up” its inputs to the top-down descriptor (for instance, a taster might experience a coffee that is somewhere approximately between cinnamon and chocolate as either flavor, depending on his initial anchor). At last, as the coffee beans are rolled out to market, these descriptors will help consumers further “pick out” and simultaneously “create” an experience of chocolate.

The relevance of phenomenology and predictive processing to experiences of art should be clear. Like the taste of coffee, a literary or artistic experience is a high-dimensional, complex, vague, and polysemous occurrence. There are impossibly many things to be attended to in a 90-minute movie, and given the size and scale of discourse now, there are many traditions and conversations which the artistic choices of any given scene might be related to, and yet upon reading a critic, or dredging in one’s own long-assembled frame of previous experience made intelligible, one is able to pick out what are arguably the most salient details from the vast spread of possibles. Many people talk of reading reviews after seeing a performance, or reading a book, or watching a film, because this process helps clarify for them their own thoughts, but it is equally the case that ex-ante information (the reputation of the work among one’s social group, or the marketing campaign leading up to its release, or even the reputation of its author or genre) becomes an anchoring point-of-departure for future interpretation, even at unconscious levels. Let’s walk quickly through the process of schematic “projection” which Liberman discusses (it is more in the continental tradition than CogSci’s) and then we can return to the implications of this “priming”:

The notion of projection can be conveyed schematically by means of this diagram, which depicts a person actively projecting “→” his or her structure of understanding “(- - -)” upon an object “∆”. The structure of understanding is the lens through which she or he comes to know the object, and according to the phenomenological idea of projection this structure of understanding actively participates in organizing the object’s intelligibility:

Since the tasting is inevitably infected by what is being projected, one might consider such tasting to be unfairly prejudiced, except that no tasting exists that does not involve this structure of thinking—i.e., the projection of some sense—and so this situation might as well be considered to be ultimate. What is extraordinarily interesting is that most persons quickly forget the responsibility they have had in producing what they know. It is as if their model was something more like this, which is a very different matter: 

Everything that is true of coffee tasting is equally or more true of experience in the visual arts. It is already well-known in the VizArts, where creative work is perhaps (along with poetry) at its least accessible, its most opaque and conceptual, that the role of curator “completes” the work. I would add that, in many cases, great critical treatments have similarly “completed” mosthistoric works, providing defenses through framing which allowed audiences to suddenly see the work as glorious rather than insipid, stupid, or febrile. It is more or less uncontroversial in the field that one’s interpretive frame has an enormous role in determining the understood meaning (and subjective experience) of the work. 

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The pr(e)(o)mise of what I’ll term a “return-maximizing”[1] mindset of art criticism is improving outcomes, in enriching (in a biased way) rather than coldly “evaluating” (in a pretend-neutral way), and we might as well call the quality of improving outcomes “value.” Value is not experiential pleasure. Experiential pleasure (the prioritization of hedonistic consumption) is one dimension of value but far from all of it.

In chemistry, there’s a process called reagent testing. One adds a reagent — Chemical A—to a reactant—Chemical B—and watches to see if a reaction takes place. If B is an unknown chemical, and we are trying to figure out whether it’s chlorine, we must add the correct reagent. If it is, in fact, chlorine, Chemical B will turn (let’s say) bright green. If it isn’t chlorine, it might turn a host of different colors, or no color at all. If one adds the incorrect reagent (Chemical A) to the reactant chlorine, Chemical B might be perfectly good and high quality, pure chlorine, but it still won’t turn the desired bright green. Similarly, if one applies the improper values hierarchy when judging a text, it will not come back with a proper reading. The assessment will be flawed; it will yield either bad results, misleading/opposite results, or no results at all. This is a large reason why works which broke into new genres, or are now seen as highly original (”setting their own terms for evaluation”), are historically panned by critics. They did not properly “fit” into the genres or interpretive schemas which contemporaneous reviewers wished them too. Rather, the proper interpretive schema needed to be discovered to “unlock” the work.

Return-maximizing criticism would seek to make itself a reagent that transforms the original work into the prettiest turquoise blue. Much of historical debate in hermeneutics has been over what interpretive frames are “proper” or “supreme”; there is obviously, firstly, no answer to this question unless a teleological end is specified, but secondly, it is equally silly to suppose that there is “one frame to rule them all,” that all texts yield equally to the same frame, etc. Rather it seems clear that the best frame for a work is dependent on the work; it would be self-defeating to judge a detective novel on the values hierarchy of so-called literary fiction, and vice-versa. So there are many meanings, and many potential interpretive frames, and if none can claim supremacy in an inherent sense, we can make recourse to either best “fit,” or best consequence, and I would argue that these two more or less are the same thing in the case of great works: that the frame(s) which unlock them most appropriately are also those of best outcome, are “return maximizing.” 

But not all works are great, indeed most aren’t. David Cooper Moore’s “The Scary, Misunderstood Power of a ‘Teen Mom’ Star’s Album”  discusses Farrah Abraham’s infamous (infamously bad) pop record My Teenage Dream Ended:

It’s tempting to consider My Teenage Dream Ended alongside other reality TV star vanity albums, like Paris Hilton’s excellent (and unfairly derided) dance-pop album Paris from 2006 or projects by Heidi Montag, Brooke Hogan, and Kim Kardashian that range from uneven to inept.

But the album also begs comparisons to a different set of niche celebrities— “outsider” artists.

On the I Love Music message board, music obsessives imagined the album as outsider art in the mold of cult favorite Jandek or indie press darling Ariel Pink. Other curious listeners noted similarities to briefly trendy “witch house” music, a self-consciously lo-fi subgenre of electronic dance music. In the Village Voice, music editor Maura Johnston compared Abraham to witch-house group Salem:

”If [‘Rock Bottom’] had been serviced to certain music outlets under a different artist name and by a particularly influential publicist, you’d probably be reading bland praise of its ‘electro influences’ right now.”

Phil Freeman wrote about the album as a “brilliantly baffling and alienating” experimental work in his io9 review. Freeman hedged his references to Peaches, Laurie Anderson, and Le Tigre with a disclaimer that his loftiest claim was sarcastic: “Abraham has taken a form — the therapeutic/confessional pop song-seemingly inextricably bound by cliché and, through the imaginative use of technology, broken it free and dragged it into the future.”

Freeman & Johnston’s bits cuts to the heart of it. It is the reagent applied to the reactant which determines the chemical outcome. The two work in conjunction; a work’s success is determined by what it is setting out to do, and what it is setting out to do is determined by it’s self-definition and self-positioning within the signification landscape.

Some in the rationalist community, like Julia Galef and Gwern, have mentioned patching plot holes as satisfying “apologetics” (aka “fanwanking”), a para-artistic practice that increases the sophistication of unsophisticated media and which more critics ought strive toward. This isn’t necessarily wrong, but I’m wary of rationalist utilitizing of art: prior attempts have prioritized ease over complexity or rigor, have acquiesced to low and middlebrow sensibilities, have understood the maximization of good as the maximization of pleasure, and used this understanding as a defense of sloppy artistry, short-term thinking, or else an attack on the avant-garde.

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In the world of literary theory, return maximization has no room, time, or patience for questions like, “What is the meaning of the text?” “What did the author intend?” or “Is it a good work?” Such an “absolute” or “eternal” grounding may be instrumentally necessary but only in a noble lie of convenience kind of way. Interpretation and its angles—formal, experimental, empirical, reader-response, traditional—are means to ends in the return-maximizing framework, ways of getting value out of a literary work, ways of making a text do work. There are no truths, only instruments, echoing Harold Bloom’s “what is it good for, what can I do with it, what can it do for me, what can I make it mean?”

Caring about returns means caring about consequence. Caring about consequence requires a shunning of deontology. We move past hedgehog schools into foxy frames, and slam stereotypes against each other, hashing out the correspondences and breakages between each and the object of inquiry, approximate a circle with many tilted squares. Cartographic veracity (distinguished from something “feeling true” or “resonating” at a gut level) is important in fiction only so far as deception and falsehood can distort the world in desirable ways.

Distortive interpretation is, as an occasional practice and presence, already part of the critical landscape. Critics will ascribe more credibility and intentionality to authors than is probably “true” or “the case,” and over-patternicity results. We are as gods and might as well get good at it, etc.

Miller’s Law for Aesthetics: First accept a work is good, then figure out how and why that might be the case. In other words, generosity is a prerequisite of appreciation. Gabe Duquette can believe return maximization is the equivalent of Stockholm Syndrome all he wants: Stockholm Syndrome is the functional equivalent of love.

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[1] I decided on return-maximizing over utilitarian because of the obvious argument that critiquing (in the sense of evaluating) bad art likely has positive effects towards a culture producing more good art in the long run. Arguments over whether a sober or bright-side approach is better for a culture in sum (or where on the spectrum between approaches is a so-called sweet spot) makes for an interesting conversation but one outside the scope of this specific critical mode.

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Guru for businessesIf you need more than design work, Guru is a good choice because you can work with multiple freelancers and manage projects from a central dashboard. If you outsource a lot of work, this could be a huge advantage. Guru also gives you easy, time-saving methods to communicate with freelancers, receive invoices, and pay through a secure internal system.

ToptalToptal, short for “top talent,” has a simple but effective business plan: their community consists of only the top 3% of freelance talent in the industry. That means they promise only the highest quality workers, but you’ll have to pay to the highest quality prices.

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Toptal for freelancersBy eliminating 97% of your competition and securing adequate pricing for your skill level, Toptal is a great place for freelancers… if you can get in. Their screening process is incredibly comprehensive, with a 5-stage examination process that includes live screening, a professional review, personality tests, and language proficiency exams. If you can make it into Toptal, great! But if you’re part of the 97%, you might find a more fitting home elsewhere.

Toptal for businessesYour satisfaction with Toptal depends on your budget. With a starting price of $60 per hour, you’ll get what you pay for, the top freelance talent in your industry. Expect to pay more on Toptal than other Fiverr alternatives.

Freelancer Freelancer for freelancersTime-tracking is a central pillar in the Freelancer business model. Be prepared to account for all your workable hours with the desktop app that monitors your work like a boss looking over your shoulder. On the bright side, some freelancers will love the option for hourly pay rather than a fixed price, not to mention the stable source of traffic from eager clients.

Freelancer is also built around premium memberships for both businesses and freelancers. For example, you only get to submit 8 bidding proposals per month unless you sign up for a paid membership. Also, beware of the dreaded “inactive” fee if you get fed up and stop using your account.

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On top of that, because Freelancer pools all skill levels of freelancers together, don’t be surprised if clients opt for a cheaper beginner-level freelancer. Highly skilled freelancers are often seen as too expensive in this environment.

Freelancer for businessesFreelancer tends to push people into paid memberships, so if you plan to use it often, you’ll have to upgrade your account or else waste money. Not only that, but don’t be surprised by hidden fees, such as an extra charge for currency conversions, or not-so-hidden fees, like paid visibility boosts for your job posting.

TruelancerTruelancer for freelancers

Truelancer has a few red flags for freelancers. Aside from project fees and membership plans for freelancers, there are also aggressive policies like a 5% charge if your project is refunded 30 days after completion. Even if you don’t mind the minefield of freelancer fees, you still have to compete with freelancers from low-cost regions who can easily undercut your fee.

Truelancer for businessesWhile it’s not great for freelancers, Truelancer remains attractive to businesses by helping them outsource to cheaper freelancers. Affordable freelancers can cover a wide assortment of fields that go beyond graphic design into areas like finance, SEO, marketing, and accounting. Still, certain nuances or subtleties might be lost by outsourcing overseas, so make sure you partner with someone who understands your business and target market.

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· Name: Eunice Valerie Flores

· Age: Roughly around 21 but there are some people who get misled by her youthful appearance, eventhough she is clearly 21.

· Gender: Female

· General Appearance:

-As a woman for her early 20s, Eunice stands about 5 foot 3 with a set of nut brown round eyes, a pair of full lips (with the upper lip heavier than the lower one), round tipped nose and an oval shaped face adorned with a beauty mark on the side of her upper right lip. Her skin tone ranges from a light tan shade to a honey tone. She has a couple of curves on her hips and a slightly pudgy stomach and an ample bosom in the middle of an A to B cup (Basically decent enough so she’s technically flat chested but not to the amount of it isn’t visible, it’s just a decent size.)

· Hair: -Black, reaches just before it goes right past her collar bone with her bangs framing the left side of her face, can be seen in a ponytail, a small bun or a half ponytail but usually it’s either in a high ponytail or a loose one.

· Height:

-5”3

· Eyes:

-Nut Brown/Chocolate

· Build:

-Rectangular shaped, but slightly athletic with a few curves. She shows proper strength and can fit through small spaces that the others assassins can’t get through.

Scars:

-There’s one just above her right eyebrow(which is very prominent)it’s a small scar from a little accident during her training and a round burn mark on the back of her right shin from another mishap from a mission.

· Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Heterosexual

· Nickname(s):

NOT SPECIFIED

· Alias(es): Maria Eleanor Conde y Diaz(under the guise as a noble in her country, gathering information from the Spanish)

Louis-Sébastien de Quincey(posing as a son of a wealthy man under the guise as a french scholar)

· Time Period: The French Revolution

· Date of Birth: February 8th 1769

· Date of Death: NOT SPECIFIED

· Astrological/Zodiac Sign: AQUARIUS

· Ethnicity: Southeast Asia

· Blood Type: O

· Affiliations/Organizations:

-Assassin Brotherhood of the Philippines

-French Assassins

· Occupation: Assassin

· Personality:

Often described as weird, introverted and funny among her peers, Eunice puts both nice and ice in her name rather well. A couple of people had noted of her being the knowledgeable, the ‘elder sister’ model with a firm grasp of strictness to keep everyone on their toes but in general, if someone gets close enough they’ll see into a different point of view that she’s something completely different. People perceive her as a ‘mad scientist’ while there are others say she’s a pure-bred eccentric due to her vast imagination and several different ideas for weapons and such. Cool and collected, she always plans ahead, always ready to strike with a next plan over the next to ensure the success of a mission or anything really.

She’s highly stubborn often trying to prove her best that she can handle herself…..Even though it always ends up with a couple of scratches, bumps and several different accidents(be it through training, experiments, lone missions or through the process of her trying to prove herself) which eventually lead to long lectures from either her grandparents, fellow assassins and her mentor themselves.

Due to her stubborn nature this is one of the key parts of her rebellious attitude towards things that could potentially restrain her ideals, she strongly believes that everybody is free to do things in their own way and is the type of person who’s willing to put up a fight.

Other than that she’s very humble and kind but like every heroine, they have their own downfalls as well. Despite her good traits, she’s seen to be as rather selfish, overly sensitive, emotional and self-righteous. This proves to be true since her thirst for knowledge and the burning desire to prove that she isn’t just a girl who can fight shows it—in a sense that it makes her rather prideful as such. She is also shown to be rather rash when it comes upon making decisions on certain matters of importance when under pressure.

While this is going on with her mind, she’s a perfectionist who wants everything to be in check and bossy if she could be. She’s definitely the type of person given on a circumstance the ‘I’m right and you’re wrong’ even if she sometimes can be proven wrong(but in the end, she accepts her mistakes and will strive in order to undo what she did wrong, using it as fuel for success.)She’s also the type of person who gets anxious too much, thinking about the ‘what ifs’ in the distant future and often worries about not being good enough which also results to her losing her calm demeanor.

When it comes to matters with people she purely despises, she would be most likely to befriend them, get information(and spread it to fellow peers who, hate the same person) that would ensure their fall, she’s willing to resort to any kind of manipulation there is but won’t go far as much as ruining their life….yet. Often, she is rather unforgiving and cold during these times but if it’s just somebody being absolutely idiotic, she’ll retreat to pure sarcasm and witty comebacks and maybe an eye roll here and there. Sometimes it comes down turning herself into literal ice; cold, sharp and deadly.

But at the end of the day, she’s still human who makes several mistakes. Behind her stature, lies a girl who also needs support here and there, she just needs somebody to make sure if she’s doing this right or wrong, to listen to her whenever she needs somebody to speak to when she feels everything is falling out of place(since she’s prone to isolating and shutting almost everybody out of her life) and of course would wonder if she actually made anyone proud at all; if all she has done had made her grandmother proud or her family proud of what she has done and has certain doubts if she’s good enough.

All in all, she has a heart of gold who’s willing to help those in need, a wise person with a soul as old as time itself, friendly, warm, self-sacrificing and understands the concept of life and isn’t afraid to protect those who she holds dear and is brave enough to stand up.

Hobbies/Interests: One of hobbies include reading, drawing and listening to music. So far, there are some loose info that she did painting here and there but mostly she’s often found doing puzzles and such, maybe studying some item to put into use or just out of sheer curiosity.

She is highly interested in chemistry and how the human mind and body itself works. Occasionally would dabble upon the study of human anatomy and psychology, a couple of times on the study of the heavenly bodies and as a past time, would read about the study of flowers and herbs and their meanings.

Phobias/Fears:

Although, she has this constant fear that she would be alone for the rest of her life with nobody to spend it with. One of her other fears is that she would be forgotten by those she holds dear and of course, she greatly fears death. But her greatest fear of all is loosing the sole person that had raised her for all of her life; her grandmother.

Habits: One of her many habits is that she blurts out answers rather quickly when she knows something of a certain topic, she does talk with her hands upon expressing something and that she cusses.

Mannerisms: Usually, when she speaks, her tone would be a bit quiet and probably be more on the soft spoken side whenever she’s facing someone who’s older and maybe someone of a high position but whenever she gets together with family and friends, she’s still respects her elders but she does has this tendency to cuss whenever possible (which is slightly nerving for some people) and she does has this habit of making gestures with her hands while talking. There are times she gets tongue tied upon difficult words and would pronounce it by each syllable once it sounds right.

Skills/Talents: One of her many skills and talents is that she’s an good cook, she can multitask(although this proves to be a challenge sometimes), she does do singing whenever she can, very studious of her surroundings using it for future preferences and such and she loves to draw. Her skills as an assassin though is her charm and the ability to lie without being detected and the art of deception and manipulation.

· Best Qualities:

One of her best qualities is that she is willing to spend extra hours to help those who are in need. She’s compassionate and kind and a hard worker when she puts her effort in it.

· Worst Qualities:

One of her worst qualities is that she loses self-confidence in herself rather quickly rather than seeing the good in everything. Being born into a family who always wants you to be safe every now and then is hard….especially if you’re the eldest out of the grandchildren in a family household that has more than 20 people in it. Not to mention she’s a notorious procrastinator, often jumping from other projects to the next.

She also has the habit to be very stubborn, often she could be too straight-forward, cocky and closed off to some people when she’s facing a personal situation at hand and would probably loose her temper over something so little(it can be on the arts, her inventions or something that she did)

She also has this habit of her falling asleep at late hours of the night, often found by the windows or roaming around to get rid of the spare energy she has, mostly it ends up with her leaving a couple of her arts discontinued or raiding the kitchens for some food. Sometimes, when very exausted, she would fall doze off at some random place(at the end of every mission)when exaustion takes over, she can be found slowly staring off at the distance with droopy eyes before snoozing off either on the corner of her room, the floor, table or even one of the couches and even desk.

· Goals/Motivations/Dreams:

One of Eunice‘s greatest goals is to achieve peace within herself, enlightenment perhaps? But she still seeks for more information on the world around her because for her, nothing is enough, the sky’s the limit. She wants to know the reason behind all of these events happening, how mankind is flawed yet so strange in so many ways that you can’t even understand. She seeks knowledge and the truth behind everything just to quench her curiosity of such things that lie behind the door. Although, behind that greatest goal lies something more; Redemption. She wants to somehow redeem herself to those she has done wrong and cleanse the blood of off her hands and it sounds very ironic coming from an assassin but in a metaphorical way; she wants redemption for the things she did wrong, undo the mistakes she is well aware of and is willing to face her mistakes with her taking the full credit for it. No matter the cost, be it her own happiness or other.

· Religion: She’s a devout Catholic but she respects other religions/beliefs as well.

· Character’s Relationship With Others

Reputation: Although, as much info that people can have about her, she’s likable in a level that she could either make enemies or friends. She firmly believes that she has ‘friends in holy spaces’ meaning that due to her family’s influence, she may have a couple of contacts here and there….just as long as they’re a family friend or that she knows them personally. There are a couple few assassins who love her and some see her nothing more as a nuisance (since she has the bad habit of being accident prone, forgetting things and bumping into people for not paying attention)

Love Interest(s): NOT SPECIFIED

Friend(s): NOT SPECIFIED

Enemy (ies): NOT SPECIFIED

Relationship(s): NOT SPECIFIED

Abilities

Preferred Weapon(s): One of the many weapons that she favors the most is the Kampilan; which is a type of single-edged long sword, traditionally used by various ethnic groups in the Philippines archipelago. She also favors her main weapon; the katana and of course, her own invention; the iron claw which seems to be a cross breed of a brass knuckle and the famous hidden blade concealed in leather black gloves under the guise of a ‘fancy-looking’ glove with gold knuckle shields and of course; the hidden blades .

Other Weapons when not using said preferences stated above:

A Balisong (which is also known as the ‘Butterfly Knife’) that once had belonged to her grandmother, a couple of revolvers (An American flintlock and a silver pistol), stun bombs, throwing knives and poison darts.

Eagle Vision? Yes

Fighting Style:

Her fighting style consists some of the elements taken from arts such as Shaolin Kung Fu ranging to Bare-knuckle boxing and Filipino martial arts such as Eskrima and Filipino Street Fighting. If put under pressure or as last resort, she would retreat to barbaric ways and would by any means necessary would even use any item or element that surrounds her and opponent.

Knowledge: 9 /10 Conceptualization Power: 6/10 Motivation: 5 /10 Will to Act: 8 /10 Agility: 6/10 Stealth: 8/10 Assassination: 7/10 Swordsmanship: 8/10 Hand-to-Hand Combat: 8/10 Long Range Accuracy: 5/10 Offense: 6/10 Defense: 9/10 Social Skills: 8 /10 Quick Reflexes: 7/10

Familial/Biographical Information

Birthplace:

-Manila, Philippines

Family/Known Relatives in the Order:

Elena Flores- Grandmother (Alive)

Virgilio Flores- Grandfather (Deceased)

Maria Divina Flores- Younger Sister (Alive)

Simon Andres Flores- Younger Brother (Alive)

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Planet Ocean: The Full Story Of Omega’s Iconic Modern Dive Watch

This article was originally published in 2018 and has been updated as of June 2020. To skip to the new sections, go to page three and begin with “More Orange, Tokyo Olympics 2020, & the 36th America’s Cup,” followed by “Ultra Deep & A World Record”

“We all had a front row seat to watch the birth of an icon.”

When texting with friend and fellow aBlogtoWatcher Zach Piña about the Omega Seamaster Planet Ocean, he messaged me the above quote that I think perfectly encapsulates why I find this collection so special. Introduced in 2005, it seems like the Planet Ocean has been around for as long as many of us have been watch lovers and enthusiasts, as a staple in the brand catalog that fits in as comfortably as the Speedmaster. In this article, I am going to go through the evolution of this luxury dive watch and track the various models, major milestones, and the short but robust history of this luxury dive watch.

Of course, in modern Omega history, the Planet Ocean came fairly late. The Seamaster Professional arrived in 1993 and was the watch first used in their second-greatest marketing feat (after the Speedmaster being the “Moon Watch,” of course). Indeed, the Seamaster Professional (SMP) adorned the wrist of Pierce Brosnan’s take on James Bond 007 in 1995’s Goldeneye (the Planet Ocean got this honor over a decade later in 2006’s Casino Royale). After the SMP 300 came the dressier Seamaster Aqua Terra in 2002, with the PO arriving in 2005 as the line’s higher-end sibling and rounding out the collection.

Too often, I find myself frustrated with the historical baggage so many watches I love are saddled with. What I mean by “baggage” can mean a lot of things: unwillingness to innovate because of a romanticized view of a piece’s history; watches focused on anniversaries or years commemorating landmarks; ad nauseam mention of iconic “effortlessly cool” celebrities who wore a watch 50 years ago (seriously, imagine it’s 1970 and watch enthusiasts are losing their minds over what Charlie Chaplin or Cecil B. Demille wore just before the Roaring Twenties). I love that the Planet Ocean line has to deal with none of this and can proudly present itself as a genuinely modern dive watch offering. It’s obviously important to note that that my points above are restricted to the Planet Ocean, not the brand as a whole because that’s an entirely different conversation altogether.

Omega created the Planet Ocean to be a modern luxury dive watch that would compete with the “tried and true” comparable offerings like the Rolex Submariner. It’s also worth noting that the Seamaster line overall has always been intended as more of a luxury piece in the body of a solid tool watch rather than a tool watch that eventually found its way on the wrists of well-heeled watch lovers.

One point of note, I am going to keep this list to non-precious metal models and will also not go through the history of the Planet Ocean chronograph because that discussion, or any discussion of a non-Speedmaster chronograph from Omega would require a thorough side by side look with the various Speedmaster references being made at any given point, and that is a very long conversation for another day. That being said, all the core references, along with the GMT models, and ultra-modern innovations like the Deep Black, will all be accounted for.

Omega Seamaster Planet Ocean First Generation (2005)

The Planet Ocean was the first diver the brand outfitted with their calibre 2500 movement that featured a co-axial escapement, and it came in three variations when it was launched, which is hilarious compared to the 27 models and 109 variations I see in the catalog now, some thirteen years later in 2018. The first Planet Oceans came in either 42mm or 45.5mm, with a black or orange bezel. The color orange is the unofficial color of the Planet Ocean line, claimed to be one of the most visible colors underwater (a claim I have heard refuted a few times, actually), but I have a feeling the aesthetic stamp was alluring to Omega as well.

First Generation Design

The model that initially inspired the first collection back in 2005 was the Seamaster 300 ref. 165.024, which dated back to the 1960s. This can be a little counterintuitive when understanding the history of the Planet Ocean since they released a true to the original modern watch in the Seamaster 300 Master Co-Axial back in 2014. While nothing close to a vintage reissue, the first generation of Planet Ocean watches clearly wears this design influence on its sleeve. Or rather, on the design of its bezel, hands, and dial. The Planet Ocean asserted its own style, however, with an aggressively sporty look and touches like a helium escape valve. Later Planet Ocean generations would move on with the times in terms of material and style, securing the collection’s place as a luxury dive watch that is very much “of the moment” and isn’t afraid to evolve.

The first generation of Planet Ocean watches featured the aluminum bezel, about 1/3 of which was the untreated inner ring with the outer 2/3 being done in either black or orange. The 120-click coin-edged unidirectional bezel is one of the aesthetic markers and tactile standouts of the Planet Ocean line, joined with the signature helium escape valve at 10 o’clock which has carried through into every Planet Ocean watch. It’s a somewhat vestigial addition that can be about as divisive a feature as date windows, and personally I would probably like the option to not have a helium escape valve.

The matte black lacquered dial along with the faceted arrowhead hour and minute hands (with Super-LumiNova) make for a highly legible and attractive dial across the range. I love the Arabic numerals at 6, 9, and 12 o’clock and the date window is about as least intrusive as it can be since the background of the window matches the dial and there’s no magnifying lens over it. The simple, attractive design coupled with luxury finishes (that have been updated and upgraded with time, as this article will lay out) has been a cornerstone of the success of the Planet Ocean.

First Generation Case

Being the top-tier dive watch line from the brand, the Planet Ocean watches are all water-resistant to 600m (2,000 feet) – double the resistance of the Seamaster Professional of the time. Earlier models like these first-generation watches have a steel caseback with the engraved Seamaster logo featuring the recognizable seahorse, aka Hippocampus. Interestingly and of note, Omega claims that with the Helium escape valve unscrewed the watch is still decently water-resistant to 50m. I assume this is relevant if only to ease the minds of forgetful owners who like to play with their watches.

One final thing to mention about all Planet Ocean watches, old and new. These have always been thick watches, with some recent chronograph versions reaching a downright fat measurement of 18.87mm-thick. The 42mm version of the first generation Planet Ocean doesn’t approach this level of thickness at 14.5mm-thick, but the 45.5mm model is a hefty 17mm-thick. To compare, a 41mm-wide Seamaster Professional at the time would have been about 12mm-thick.

What’s always been impressive about the Planet Ocean is the fact that though it features a domed sapphire crystal, it has always remained highly legible due to the smart decision to use ample anti-reflective coating. More than one Planet Ocean owner I’ve talked to has pointed out how great the AR is, and I’d absolutely agree with them as I’ve always been impressed with the clarity on the dial of my own PO.

Omega Seamaster Planet Ocean + Calibre 2500 Co-Axial Movement

There was nothing completely new about the calibre 2500 movement when the Planet Ocean launched in 2005, though the movement had slowly been refined since 1999 when Omega purchased the co-axial technology from the legendary George Daniels.

The 48-hour power reserve calibre 2500 has been updated several times since it was released in 1999 (Rob Caplan of Topper got into the history here), and the first generation Planet Ocean was outfitted with the third iteration of the movement or the “C version.” The A version from 1999 was based on the earlier calibre 1200, which was based on an ETA 2892-A2 movement. The B version came soon after in 2000 and included an updated and more resilient palette bridge. Rob explains “The primary difference between B and C is that the C slowed down the movement from 28,800 vph to 25,200 vph. With the modern version of the 2500 calibre, the main feature benefit over a 1200 calibre is that it boasts a service interval around double that of its Swiss lever escapement predecessor.”

Planet Ocean First Generation Value

The larger 45.5mm versions (black bezel ref. 2200.50.00 and orange bezel ref. 2208.50.00) differed from the 42mm models in that they were significantly thicker at about 17mm-thick and had wider 22mm lugs a watch that size would suitably need. In terms of value there was never really a market preference that made one model into a “collector’s item” more than the other, as examples of either trade for between $3,100-$4,500 depending on condition and whether the watch in question comes with the box or papers. When new, a ref. 2900.50.91 (black bezel on rubber strap) retailed for $4,400.

While I can’t find reliable information to confirm an at-the-time MSRP for the 45.5mm PO, I do know that a ref. 2201.50 (black bezel on bracelet) retailed for $3,400 USD in 2006. Seamasters have a bit of a reputation for taking big knocks on resale value, but I’m seeing a few of these references for sale (with box and papers) between $3,100-$3,500. Of course, adjusting for inflation, the price of $3,400 in 2005/2006 would be closer to $4,300 in 2018.

Long story short, any generation of the watch shouldn’t be seen as an investment. It’s a mass-produced luxury product that Omega has no problem constantly updating and changing. Buy it because you love it.

Enter James Bond 007

The Omega Seamaster Planet Ocean connection with James Bond is indelible at this point, and naturally, the Planet Ocean found its way onto Daniel Craig’s wrist in 2006. As I mentioned in the introduction to this article, Bond had been wearing a Seamaster since 1995’s Goldeneye but had opted for a Seamaster Professional 300M for nearly a decade.

Casino Royale (2006)

In Daniel Craig’s debut foray as James Bond in 2006’s Casino Royale, he actually wears two Seamasters. During the more action-packed scenes earlier in the movie (I’ve seen the movie a handful of times, though admittedly I did not do any re-watches for this article) you see Bond wearing an Omega Seamaster Planet Ocean ref. 2900.50.91, which is the black bezel 45.5mm model on a rubber strap. Later, during the more “civilized” scenes in a Montenegro Casino, he wears a Seamaster Diver 300M which he likely had an easier time keeping under the cuff of his shirt since the PO is 17mm-thick and the Seamaster 300M is closer to 12mm- thick.

Of course, it wouldn’t be a complete exercise in co-branding without a limited edition watch. Though the Planet Ocean that Craig himself wore in Casino Royale would go on to fetch around $200,000 at auction, Omega released 5,007 pieces of the Planet Ocean ‘Casino Royale’ ref. 2907.50.91 back in 2006. It’s the same watch as the non-limited edition model and kept the Bond touches on the dial to a minimum with an orange “007” gun logo counterweight on the seconds hand. Turning the watch around you see the “Casino Royale” engraving on the caseback as well as what number out of 5,007 that particular watch is. These aren’t too hard to find, and you can routinely find a number of examples for sale between $4,500-$5,000.

Quantum of Solace (2008)

Moving to 2008, Craig reprised his role as 007 in Quantum of Solace, though the Planet Ocean he wears in the film didn’t have to share screen time with any other timepiece. This time Bond wore the smaller 42mm ref. 2201.50.00 with the black bezel on a steel bracelet. Naturally, there was a corresponding limited edition watch as well, though it came in the form of the bigger 45.5mm Omega Seamaster Planet Ocean 600m Quantum of Solace ref. 222.30.46.20.01.001 which also came in 5,007 pieces.

Omega went overboard with the James Bond branding here, with “Quantum of Solace” and the 007 pistol being laser engraved on the crystal. It’s the in-your-face branding but also the fact that with the “Omega Seamaster Professional” text at 12 o’clock and the movie branding right above the “Co-Axial Chronometer 600m/2000 ft” you have nonstop vertical text between 12 and 6 o’clock. I do like what Omega calls the “Walther PPK grip texture” on the dial (presumably designed after the grip on Bond’s pistol of choice) as it adds a unique texture. On the caseback you’ve got the 007 logo. It’s cool if you’re a fan, though Quantum of Solace doesn’t really even rank anywhere near the top of Craig’s Bond films. These pieces hit the market relatively frequently, and fetch something between $4,500-$5,500.

Skyfall, or Teaching an Old Dog New Tricks (2012)

After a four-year break came 2012’s Skyfall which, along with Casino Royale, is one of my favorite modern Bond films. A story about human intelligence facing fading relevancy in a rapidly digitizing world, the film presents a perfect metaphor for the role of mechanical wristwatches in that same changing world. Subtly turning the cliche on its head, someone says “old dog, new tricks” in the affirmative sense, so an old dog can learn new tricks. Another good horological metaphor, since this Bond wears the second generation of Seamaster Planet Ocean watches (released in 2011) with “new tricks” like an upgraded movement in the in-house caliber 8500 and a ceramic bezel.

The limited-edition watch released for Skyfall was the Omega Seamaster Planet Ocean Skyfall ref. 232.30.42.21.01.004 which came in the smaller 42mm case. Fortunately, Omega pulled back from the over-branded Quantum of Solace Planet Ocean by having a fixed 007 logo at the 7 o’clock position and a checkered black matte dial. Turning the watch over, the engraved steel casebacks of previous models are gone, switched out for an exhibition caseback with a relatively subtle “Skyfall 007” printed on the rotor of the new Caliber 8507 movement. Naturally due to the updated model, these trade for more than prior Bond Planet Oceans with current examples asking between $6,500-$7,200.

An interesting tidbit is the fact that the blue-dialed Aqua Terra that Bond wears in Skyfall (non-branded) tends to fetch a real premium with collectors. It’s not a Planet Ocean, but the reference 231.10.39.21.03.001 should at least be noted in any discussion of modern Bond and Omega. Let’s now exit the world of James Bond and get back to reality. To begin, we need to look at the 2009 limited edition Planet Ocean watch that’s both the gateway to the line’s second generation as well as one of the most desired examples of any Planet Ocean produced.

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We live in an age of gig economy, which means that numerous freelance developers and dev teams offer their services through specialized platforms. 

Companies that don’t need in-house development teams can significantly cut their expenses by outsourcing their development efforts. But, even companies that need website development services frequently can also benefit from hiring remote developers. Instead of limiting their choices to those living in their area, it’s possible to tap into a huge talent pool and find the right people for the job from all around the world. 

All these factors have contributed to the popularity of hiring remote employees. According to surveys, 30% of employees report that they’re working remotely full time, while 18% of them work remotely one to three times a week. 

In order to connect a huge workforce and companies looking for remote employees from different areas, platforms like Upwork have been created. 

However, although it’s an obvious and the first choice of many employers and remote employees, you should take its competitors into consideration when hiring remote website developers. 

This article will list 7 best Upwork alternatives and see how they stack up against each other.

Formed by merging of oDesk and Elance, Upwork, a freelance marketplace, has managed to stand out among the other platforms for hiring freelancers and remote workers thanks to its massive user base. Namely, there are 12 million registered freelancers and 5 million registered clients. 

The number of registered users is its main selling point, as it’s possible to find freelance professionals in an array of different fields as well as with various levels of experience. 

However, this fierce competition, paired with high fees, and the fact that there are tons of projects that aren’t exactly trustworthy, make Upwork a less than ideal option for many experienced and talented website developers and other professionals. 

Other smaller freelance marketplaces boast more affordable fees as well as a more detailed vetting process, both of which are of crucial importance to those who look for a job and those who offer remote work positions alike. 

This marketplace offers digital services in more than 250 categories, which means that you can easily find your remote website development team here. Its name comes from the idea that services start at $5 and go up to hundreds and thousands of dollars. 

Fiverr has a different business model than Upwork. Instead of the later’s bidding process, Fiverr acts as some kind of a freelance directory based on a number of categories and subcategories. 

Freelancers are called “sellers,” while those who hire them are called “buyers.” Every buyer and seller receive reviews from those they work with, and these ratings allow both parties to choose whether they want to hire or work for a certain seller/buyer. 

This platform is great if you’re looking for someone to complete a project relatively quickly and within a limited budget. However, if you’re wondering, for example, how to build an online shopping mobile app and whether it’s Fiverr that you should use to hire a remote developer, it’s a good idea to trust only vetted professionals with such a complex project.

Pros: 

It’s easy and free to set up an account 

No bidding system

It’s easy to find and communicate with potential sellers

If you want a simple task done quickly and affordably, Fiverr is the place to go.

Cons: 

Sellers don’t undergo a vetting process

Fake reviews can make it difficult for buyers to know whether the candidate they pick will deliver 100%. Although many sellers offer a money-back guarantee, the loss of time can b

Toptal was originally launched in 2010, as a platform focused on freelance software engineers to corporate clients. Since then Toptal has diversified working with different types of experts including designers, finance, project managers, app developers. and of course software developers. 

They have very strict vetting projects that include language and personality reviews,tests, live screening, and much more. These standards are very important to point out because they do have a risk free guarantee. If you are not completely satisfied with the trial period, you will not be billed and the freelance platform will find you another freelancer who will be a better fit. 

One thing to point out with Toptal is that since you are working with top talent, you are paying much higher rates. This makes it more financially rewarding to the developers and why they attract such top talent. Toptal freelancers can not set their own hourly rate, it is up to the recruiter to increase / decrease this rate. 

It focuses on a different type of niche for hiring, but is extremely effective for those of us with much more complicated tasks then just WordPress. before hiring you should read more about the Toptal Review and compare the cost benefits with the other platforms. 

Pros:

Highly qualified and vetted applicants who care about their reviews 

Rigorous screening process only accepting 3% of all applicants 

95% trial-to-hire success rates with most hires happening within 24 hours.

Cons:

prices are typically higher ($60+ hour) for freelancers with expert experiences 

smaller user base and less people bidding on projects 

If you’re more inclined to hire remote website developers who you can meet up with and have a face-to-face conversation over a cup of coffee, Workhoppers is the platform of your choice. The point is in building long-term professional relationships with freelancers in your own community and achieving high-quality collaboration.

All the companies are checked before they can post their ads on the platforms. There is no commission fee, just an affordable monthly plan.

Using this platform, you can find website developers who work in your area. Instead of hunting down the perfect developer for the job, or waiting for them to apply for the position, Wokhoppers’ algorithm is going to match you with a list of potential candidates who are available for contract, full time, or part-time roles. The algorithm will highlight the ones who are the most qualified for the position, so you don’t have to do that by yourself.

There are no complex actions you need to take on Workhoppers – you can reach out potential candidates directly and negotiate the terms of the employment. When their work is complete, you can review the collaboration with the freelancer.

Pros:

Perfect for projects that require face-to-face collaboration

A  great algorithm matches you with the best candidates

No commission fees

Cons:

You have access to local talents, not a global pool

If you’re working in an area with higher living costs, freelancers you hire will charge you more

Hubstaff Talent allows you to hire website developers or any other remote workers, anywhere around the globe, for free.

The platform shows designers’ hourly rate, experience, skills, availability, resume, as well as the languages they speak. Agencies can have their own profiles too, and add their team members.

To find the candidates that fit your requirements, you need to run a directory search. You can filter the results using candidates’ locations, years of experience, skills, or availability, or you can use a keyword or a phrase.

Once you’ve found your potential candidates, you can contact them directly, interview them, and make further business arrangements.

Since no fees are involved, Hubstaff Talents doesn’t play a significant role in pairing businesses and candidates, nor their agreements.

There are no fees or markups on both sides, just a monthly fee that starts at $5 for a single user per month. For an additional fee, you can take advantage of Hubspot’s project management software – Hubspot Tasks, as well as their time-tracking software with an invoicing solution.

Pros:

It has no fees or markups on both sides

You can choose between agencies and individuals

Cons:

Since Hubspot Talent is the newcomer in the market, it offers a smaller selection than Upwork

Besides Upwork, Freelancer is one of the most popular gig platforms. 

With more than 42 million registered users, you will have a large number of potential candidates of all skill levels, when searching for your new remote website developer.

Signing up is quick and easy for prospective employers. You can either browse the directory and directly contact freelancers you find adequate, or post a project, and let freelancers bid on it.

When posting a project, try to give as many details as you can, list the skills and requirements for the position and your pricing options.

You can then review the portfolios of freelancers who bid on your project, check out their qualifications and their experience.

Freelancer gives you an option to pay safely using their Milestone Payment System when you’re satisfied with the work done. You can release a part of the payment when a particular benchmark is met, or pay upon completion of the entire project.

Pricing of Freelancer varies and can range between $3 or 3% of the entire project, depending on which sum is greater. Freelancer also offers a time tracking tool, but it’s not free to use.

When the work is complete, you can leave the review of your remote worker. However, keep in mind that they’re also able to review you.

Pros:

It’s straightforward to post a project

There is a massive pool of candidates to choose from

You pay when you’re satisfied

Cons:

A complicated bidding system

It’s a bit more pricey than Upwork

With almost 2.4 million registered freelancers, this platform allows businesses and individuals to hire remote workers on an hourly basis. 

While PeoplePerHour operates in a similar manner as Upwork – you post a project and those who are qualified and interested in working for you can apply and bid on it. 

However, there’s another way to find a remote developer for your next project – you can take advantage of popular request at a fixed price. Freelancers are those who define these fixed prices, also known as hourlies. 

These different arrangements allow even companies that are strapped for money to find the most cost-effective solution and opt for the one that suits them. 

Another similarity with Upwork is a strict vetting process. Namely, PeoplePerHour checks all those who offer their services via this platform, meaning that you can be sure that your next remote hire is an expert. Moreover, there’s another layer of security as the community and other clients also get to review people they collaborate with. 

Pros: 

Setting up an account is free

Hiring a remote worker doesn’t incur any fees, but when you’ll be charged when you’re making payment with your debit/credit card or PayPal 

Posting a job is free

Browsing hourlies is also free

Cons:

Commission fees can be higher than Upworks – 3.5% 

The interface isn’t very intuitive 

The additional value Outsoucely brings to the remote job market, as the freelancers there are most commonly looking for long-term remote work opportunities.

With only a monthly plan and no commission fees, you can use the platform to search and browse over 400,000 reliable and competent freelancers. There are various filters to narrow down your search, such as work availability, desired salary, previous experience, location, language, internet speed, etc.

You can also post an ad for the job, and only review those who are interested in the position.

The platform uses an algorithm that will put the most qualified and active candidates at the top of your search results.

When you find the ones you think could match your requirements, you can use a built-in instant messenger or browser-to-browser voice and video calling feature for interviewing purposes, making the whole selection and hiring process much easier.

If you opt for Outsourcely, you can hire your remote developers directly, and pay them using whatever channel you’ve agreed upon. You can be sure that your remote employees will be satisfied, as they will receive 100% of their total salary, without any deductions from their paycheck.

Furthermore, Outsourcely has its own Team Workplace platform, which you can use to manage your remote. Plus, if you want to use it as a single management tool, you can invite your existing workers to join.

Pros:

Reliable freelancers who are looking for long-term opportunities.

A great algorithm that matches you with the most qualified candidates

No commission fees

Employees receive their full salary

Cons:

A convoluted verification process

A low job volume

With around 3 million freelancers available for hire, Guru doesn’t have as large community as Upwork, but it offers other advantages that are worth taking into consideration. 

This platform is pretty useful for smaller companies that don’t have big budgets as it allows you to find remote workers from all around the world – which means that you can tap into the market in which developers charge less. 

Since it comes with a Slack add-on and a Chrome extension, it’s easy to communicate with your remote dev team as well as access your account information easily. 

Another good thing about this platform is the way the information is organized into so-called collections, boards, and individual cards so that you can have control over your account. 

Pros: 

Freelancers are verified 

There’s the SafePay payment option that protects both parties 

There’s a time-tracking options that allows clients to track the activity of their remote employees

Cons: 

No live chat option or a phone number – just an “Answers” message board

A complicated billing system 

High transaction fees 

As you can see, there are numerous other freelance platforms other than Upwork that you can check out and find the one that fits your budget and requirements best. For those of us without the time or expertise to hire and manage a team member direct, I recommend a service like Devteam.space for hiring a custom developer. If you choose the freelance model, It is a good idea to go through this list and make a comparison of the features that matter the most to you. 

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