(Because oh my god, it’s so hard, and everyone’s all like stop feeling so bad about yourself and it’s like how???)
Be naked. A lot. Sleep naked. Have sex naked. Eat cereal naked. (Or naked and wrapped in a sheet. Favorite thing.)
Follow beautiful, confident, (un-photoshopped) body-positive babes on the Internet. Unfollow anything that makes you feel insecure. Exposure is key. You’re not going to get it if you don’t seek it out, because the media sucks and wants us to feel like shit about ourselves so they can take our money. (Some hashtags to follow: #effyourbeautystandards #bootyrevolution #blackisbeautiful #transisbeautiful #wheelchairlife #fatkini #fatshion)
Lingerie. Next best thing to being naked.
Self care, babe. Different for everyone. (Me? Showers, books, shaving my legs, nature walks, dark lipstick, good playlists, clean rooms, candles, sexy time.)
Get ready in your underwear. Boobs = happiness.
Self portraits. Be pro-selfie. Take a million selfies. Take sexy selfies. Take no makeup selfies. Take bad angle silly selfies. Take artsy tripod selfies. Take everything-is-on-point selfies. You’re gorgeous; document your gorgeousness. You don’t even need to post them.
Stop with the self deprecationnnnn. Pleeeeaseeee. It’s hard to control your thoughts love, I know, but you can control what you say. NEVER insult yourself out loud. Dare I say compliment yourself out loud? (And if you can, do your best to try to body-positive-ify your thoughts too.)
Sex (including solo sexy time), wine, and chocolate. In that order.
Share the body love. Compliment your girlfriends. Cultivate a nonjudgemental, supportive, lift-each-other-up “we’re so cute” friend group. Everyone’s insecure. Compliment your besties. And strangers, too. Be that person that makes everyone feel good about themselves when they’re around.
Good luck gorgeous. It’s a battle. We gotta unlearn all this societal bullshit.
when someone fucks you over, don’t you dare ask yourself, “what did I do to deserve this?” because the answer is NOTHING. you didn’t do shit. someone taking advantage of your kindness will never be your fault.
You are NOT a “big girl fetish” or BBW. You’re an incredible soul wrapped in a frame that society has for years tried to belittle, but you’re much more beautiful and too strong for that. You’re not ugly. No! You’re not some dark secret. No! The only way you’re subjected to that foolishness is if you allow your mind to think so negatively. However, you’re a rose and the right man will smell of your sweet essence and cherish it forever. So what if you aren’t a size 2 or 10. SO WHAT if people have their opinions. SO WHAT if you had boys in the past make a big deal about your weight, don’t you dare see yourself as less than what you are: AMAZING.
Your full figure is just your mark of beauty. Your heart, mind, and spirit is what shines so much brighter!
Congrats to all of my curve sisters! Showcase that love that people said you didn’t deserve. Fuck em! You deserve that and more! - De'Shundra
So I thought, why not combine that shit and make it a mini-series or something? I really hope you two anons enjoy it! No idea how many parts there will be. We shall see. Gif isn’t mine, cred goes to the owners! 1,560 Words
Pairing:Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre:Fluff, a little crack, (Eventual) Smut, Mafia au!
Everyone’s heard of blind dates – never of blind marriages, not even in the mafia world. Yet, here you were, walking down the aisle, your hand latched onto your father’s arm, towards a young man you had never seen before.
You hadn’t even gotten the chance to speak to him, let alone this being the first time you actually got to see his face. There was so much rage bubbling inside you at the moment, but it was all hidden behind a small smile.
Combining two mafia organizations together was a huge deal; something bosses usually agreed on with the exchange of girls, but considering Red Python was one of the most powerful organizations in the country, they wouldn’t want just any girl. They wanted a suitable bride for the heir of said organization.
And your father, being the great, generous man he was, suggested you.
having a bias only means even though you like all the members of the group, you like that certain member a little more. it doesn’t mean you can disrespect, discredit, slander and ignore other member(s) if they are not your bias. don’t take this “bias” culture as how you think it’s supposed to be. if you don’t think you are able to like and support all the members of the group, don’t associate your name with the fandom’s name. the fandom’s name represents everyone who supports the group as a whole entity, not just one member. if you think you can’t tolerate any member, don’t even dare calling yourself an army.
Anonymous asked: Do you take reaction requests?? If so could u do a bts reaction where theyre in the mafia and try to keep it a secret from you but youve known for while and they just found out that you’ve known? tysm!!
A/N: I do take requests! I went kinda overboard, so I’m just gonna do the hyung line for now.
You had just taken a big bite
out of Jin’s latest dish. It was delicious and flavorful as always, but maybe a
little too much. You coughed, hitting your chest with one hand as Jin panicked,
rushing to bring you some water. After downing a whole glass, you breathed a
sigh of relief. So did Jin.
“I’m so sorry, honey! For a
second I thought I’d killed you.”
Still recovering, you weren’t
thinking as your next words tumbled out of your mouth.
“You’re a professional killer,
so it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
A long, heavy silence fell over the room as you both realized what you had just said. Horror twisted in your gut. Crap. How
could you cover this up?
“What did you just say?” Jin
asked, voice low with something very, very dangerous.
There was a long moment where
you both stood there, unmoving and unblinking, just staring at one another.
Then the panic settled in. Your breathing became quicker, your eyes wide. He
knew. He knew you knew. This was bad. He was angry. This was bad.
Jin took a step forward,
features softening as he approached you slowly, like one would approach a
“Darling, calm down. It’s—“
Thoughts still hazy, you turned
on your heel and made a break for the door, running as fast as you possibly
Jin was faster.
You barely made it out of the
kitchen when you felt his hand circle around your arm in a vice grip. In the
next instant, he slammed you against the nearest wall with terrifying strength
you had always known he possessed. You winced, screwing your eyes shut as you
looked down. You couldn’t look at him—you were afraid of what you would see.
Gentle but firm, his other hand
gripped your chin and made you look into his eyes. They were soft and gentle,
the same as they had always been. You felt yourself relax, just a little bit,
“I think,” he finally said,
“you and I need to have a little talk.”
You were home alone, so you
decided to take a long, much deserved bath. Eyes closed, you sighed as you
soaked in the steaming water. Then, you heard it. A loud bang and a crash from outside the door. Namjoon wasn’t supposed to
be home until very late that night, which could only mean it was a break in.
Your eyes snapped open and you
practically flew out of the tub, heart hammering in your chest as you thought
of your options. You knew Namjoon kept a gun in every room. It was how you
discovered his real occupation some time ago.
As quickly as you could, you
removed the bathmat at the base of the tub and felt around for a loose tile. Sure
enough, your search was fruitful. You grabbed the weapon and slowly backed away.
You didn’t want to use it, or even threaten anyone with it, so you stayed put,
hoping the intruder wouldn’t come into the washroom. No such luck. Soon enough,
the knob jiggled for a moment before the door was pushed open. With shaky hands
you put the gun up.
“D-don’t move! I’m not a-afraid
to use this!”
“Shit, baby, what the fuck?”
Namjoon stood before you, hands
up in surrender and eyes wide with shock as he stared at you in utter
disbelief. You could have cried at the
sight of your boyfriend. Shaking, you lowered the weapon. Then, enraged, you
lifted it again.
“You! You scared me half to death! What the hell is wrong
“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?”
“Why do you have a gun?!”
“You’re in the mob and you’re
asking about your own gun?!”
You froze, realizing your
mistake. Namjoon stared at you, wide eyed. Then, he sighed, pinching the bridge
of his nose as he slouched in defeat, almost as if he’d been expecting this. You
wouldn’t be surprised if he had.
“Ok, before we have this
conversation,” he said, voice exasperated, “could you please put the gun down? And maybe put some clothes on?”
You looked down at yourself and
blushed, placing the gun back on the floor and running past him into the
“If you like,” he said, voice
amused and suggestive, “we could save the clothes and the conversation for
Yoongi was still sleeping when
you decided to slip out of bed and make breakfast for the both of you. You were
flipping pancakes in the kitchen when you heard the unmistakable sound of a
knock on the door. You nearly jumped out of your skin, dropping one of the
pancakes in the process. Cursing, you turned the stove off and marched to the
When you opened it, you were
surprised to find two men you had never seen before standing in front of you.
You immediately stiffened,
thinking about Yoongi’s job. Did they know him? Were these friends or enemies?
Were they dangerous? Were you about to get kidnapped? You were so going to kill Yoongi if you got
kidnapped because of him.
You fixed the two men with an
“May I help you?”
The men looked almost as
surprised to see you as you were to see them. They shifted uncomfortably,
looking at one another.
“Uh. Is Suga home?”
‘Suga’ was Yoongi, you knew.
You also knew it was a name only his friends knew him by, if the papers you
found in his office were anything to go by. Still, you didn’t trust these guys
“Who are you?”
They looked at each other.
“Uh. I’m V and that’s Jimin.
“His underlings. Yeah, I know.”
You sighed, relieved when you recognized their names. “Sorry, but Suga’s—”
You jumped when you felt the heat
of another body pressed against your back. Yoongi was standing there, still
shirtless, using an arm to lean against the doorframe as he fixed the two
visitors with a glare.
“Whatever it is, it can wait
Without saying another word,
Yoongi grabbed the door and shut it in their faces. He sighed, still pressed
right up against your back. You squirmed, trying to step away from him, but
started when you felt both of his hands firmly grasp each of your arms. He
pressed further into you, leaning in until you felt his breath on the back of your
You shivered—out of fear or something else, you weren’t sure.
“How long,” he said, his low
voice practically a whisper as he spoke into your ear, “have you
known about this?”
You and Hoseok were getting some shopping done when you passed by a
department store, one of the very upscale and intimidating ones that you dared
not enter by yourself. So, naturally, Hoseok decided to drag you inside.
“Come on, it’ll be fun!”
You rolled your eyes at his
antics, but obliged nonetheless. He was so happy, after all. While inside, you
found yourself surprised as something caught your eye. It was a beautiful
silver watch. You leaned over the glass case displaying it, admiring the piece.
You had always wanted one of these high-end accessories, but you could never possibly
“Like what you see, babe?”
You jumped, having almost
forgot you were there with your boyfriend. Smiling, you nodded, but shrugged it
off with a small, disappointed sigh.
“Yeah, but when in a million
years could I ever afford something like this?”
Hoseok blinked, staring at you
for a moment in thought before he spoke again, smile ever-present.
“I’ll buy it for you.”
You raised your eyebrows. Of
course, you knew Hoseok could afford
this sort of thing. He was a mobster after all, and a pretty damn successful
one, from what you gathered. But still, he didn’t need to know that you knew. So, you shook your head.
“If I can’t afford it, then you
“Yes, I can,” he replied,
“No, you can’t.” You glared at
him. “I don’t want it that bad, Hoseok.”
“Sure you do.”
“Babe it’s ok, I’ll buy—“
“If I want this watch,” you
snapped, irritation taking over you, “then I want it with good, honest money.
Not—“ you gasped, cutting yourself off once you realized what you said.
“Not what, babe?”
Everything around you seemed to
stop—the bustling department store seemed empty, the lights seemed dimmer. All
you could focus on was Hoseok, his eyes darkening while the smile remained on his
face. You had a feeling you weren’t the first person to be on the receiving end
of such a look. Your sweet, loving boyfriend was replaced with someone else.
He was terrifying.
Still smiling, Hoseok leaned
forward until your faces were centimeters apart.
“Sweetheart,” he said, his sweet voice laced with venom, “is there something you’d like to tell me?”
Airmom, what does each sign represent while in their season? Everyone is saying that cancer season will help us to reevaluate our feelings and bring hidden feelings to the surface, for example. Thank you!
I took longer than I wanted to because I kept taking breaks dnwakjfnkqefne, but here you go!
Aries season: be impulsive if you want, dare yourself to do things, beginnings, let go of stopping yourself from things, let go of your inner-child
Taurus season: time to be stable and recover from Aries season, value everything you have (even the things you own), spend less time buying things, take a rest, the results of Aries will be shown, (Taurus in your chart shows where you should focus on in order to see results in your life)
Gemini season: time to balance your sides, whether it’d be your good side or your bad side, time to learn and to relate, find possibilities, where your Gemini is, is where you’re most likely to adapt to, it’s where you create the possibilities
Cancer season: time to reflect and let go, to protect everything that’s dear to you, a time to feel vulnerable and let go of the feelings you’ve tried avoiding, find your inner peace
Leo season: a time to create, project confidence where Leo rules, look for ways to create and build, find joy in everything, go towards life with an enthusiastic smile
Virgo season: time to analyze and be more critical, time to edit, fix, re-view, look at your responsibilities (the house Virgo is ruled), pause and think
Libra season: time to find balance in relationships, find harmony in everything in order to maintain harmony, become more involved with your friends or anyone you have a bond with, don’t hide yourself behind technology, see the pros and cons in everything, a time to create stronger bonds
Scorpio season: time to feel or experience transform in the house Scorpio rules, look at the meanings, a time to be more conscious of the deeper and meaningful things in life
Sagittarius season: a time to naturally visualize future possibilities, realizing that time is running, and that days are just passing by, a feeling and sense of survival
Capricorn season: time where you may try to build a wall for protection from being vulnerable and keeping in touch with environment, where we may have to give respect of each others privacy in order to recover from the year, time to learn and to grow, find boundaries
Aquarius season: where Aquarius rules is where we want to strong attack and break through barriers that limit creative expression, a strong sense of action, be different, be more aware of your friend group, make new ones, predict the future, find mysteries and solve them
Pisces season: may feel alienated, commit to your life to a dream, fantasy, idea, or illusion, don’t be afraid to daydream, embrace chaos
Bts reaction to their girl sending them nudes on a music show
hey, could you make bts reacting to their s/o sending nudes to them while they are at some music show? thanks!
A/n:I’M BACK BITCHES. For a while, then I’m going to disappear again, but for now, I’m back
Situation: You send your BTS boyfriend a risky pic while they are getting ready to perform on a music show. The reactions are the texts you receive in return
“What did I do to deserve this? I even left you food in the fridge. Now I’ll suffer.”
“You, my lady, are the best wifey material. You know what I want now? To lay you on the table and fuck you like you deserve.”
“You really want to cry later, don’t you? Don’t you dare touch yourself or try to do anything. I’m coming after the recording. Just have the luck to not be on the bed with your collar on. Bad girl, trying to tease her daddy.”
“You want free porn, don’t you? Showing those boobs. Now I’ll dance with a boner baby. That hurts a lot. But I guess, now you won’t have to pay five dollars to watch porn on my laptop. Enjoy the show.”
“Y/n, baby, sending me your boobs does nothing to me. You know what does? Playing, sucking and licking them. Now this, will get you where you want to be. Right on top of my thigh. Wait a little longer, I’m coming.”
“Why are you sending me this? Should I send you a dickpic back? Y/n, how does this work? What do you want me to say? I’m hella confused baby.”
“Naughty little girl. Look at you. Now you even have the courage to send me a risky picture? I’m somehow proud of you. You’ll get a reward for being more confident. I’ll let you ride me tonight instead of me being on top. That doesn’t mean you are in charge. That means that you will be on top with me in charge.”
7 Things INFPs Should Stop Doing if They Want to be Successful
A lot of things determine how successful you’ll be: the career you choose to pursue; the company you keep; the things you love doing; whether you possess a burning desire to prove other people wrong. There’s no one-size-fits-all prescription. This is good, because we all define success in different ways.
For idealistic INFPs, success often means having the freedom to live a moral, beautiful, and virtuous life. Success in the conventional sense (power, prestige, money) doesn’t matter as much as pursuing your passions, expressing yourself creatively, and growing without restraint.
Unfortunately for INFPs, these idealist qualities can be difficult to manage in the real world. The career fields you are naturally suited for (the arts, counseling, education) aren’t always respected, and others may not understand the “higher goals” you seek to achieve. In work and in life, you are acutely aware that others are judging you against standards that clash with your value system, which cheapens the experience for you. Even if you are objectively successful, you might not feel it because success, for an INFP, feels like an all-or-nothing event. You are notoriously hard on yourself for not always living up to the standards you promote.
So how can INFPs feel successful and satisfied with their careers and lives? The answer lies in doing less, not more. Here are seven recommendations which could help you lead an authentically successful life, whatever your goals.
1: Stop living according to the expectations of other people
If you want to shape and live your own successful life, you will always end up disappointing someone. Parents, partners, bosses, colleagues, friends - at some point, they will all tell you to knuckle down, get a secure job, go for the promotion, or go for some other outcome that doesn’t feel right to you. Trying to meet other people’s expectations is a sure-fire way to get drained, disconnected, and lost in the crowd. INFPs experience success by focusing on their own ideals, not by becoming something they’re not.
It’s horrible to disappoint others, especially if you are wary of conflict. But remember, it is simply not in your nature to conform. You will always be much happier being true to yourself. Dare to stop living according to other people’s expectations and start living it your way instead.
2: Stop going wide (go deep)
Being successful in life has a lot to do with clarifying what really matters to you and giving those priorities the time they deserve. You have to focus, otherwise there’s a risk you will get distracted by multiple endeavors. INFPs in particular have a tendency towards the dilettante, always trying new things and getting restless easily.
While it’s great to leave the door open to new possibilities, it’s equally important to narrow the focus onto the one or two areas that you really care about. Successful people don’t experience specializing as a restriction, but as a permission to go into the depths of a goal. Whether you have a business idea, an interesting hobby, or a potential relationship that you’d like to nurture, if you are completely dedicated to it, you stand a better chance of being successful than if your attention is scattered over several playing fields.
3: Stop waiting for the perfect moment
Waiting around for the perfect timing to go after your goals is counterproductive and hostile to your success. That’s because holding out for a stars-aligning “perfect moment” is a type of procrastination; it’s a stall. As Neil Gaiman once said, “If you only write when you’re inspired you may be a fairly decent poet, but you’ll never be a novelist because you’re going to have to make your word count today and those words aren’t going to wait for you whether you’re inspired or not.” That piece of advice applies to anything. A bad job won’t get better just because you wait around for a new boss to take over. A bad relationship won’t turn into a great relationship just because you tolerate your partner’s inadequacies, giving the relationship more effort than it possibly deserves.
Procrastination is an untamed beast that rages wildly in INFPs, but the fact is, you’re going to have to work for your success. Why wait to start that journey? For tips and insights on dealing with procrastination, check out the Ted Talk from master procrastinator Tim Urban.
4: Stop believing in miracles
Believing in fate or miracles is really the desire to sweeten one of life’s bitterest lessons: that if we want something to happen, we’re going to wake up every day with purpose and make it happen. Success overnight is a myth. It involves a lot of hard work and effort.
Rare talent and extreme giftedness does not spare you from this unpalatable truth. Even Mozart went through years of rigorous, tedious practice before he became a master musician. If you want to be successful, you’re going to have to take the game of success seriously. You’ll have to go all-in at 100 percent.
5: Stop trying to control so much
Some things in your life you can control. Most of it, you can’t. That’s a difficult message for an idealist INFP to handle, since you feel compelled to make the world a better place. There’s a tendency to believe that you raise other people to your own high standards or control certain situations that simply cannot be influenced. And the frustrating thing is, you feel safe when you are in control and utterly exhausted when you are not. That sets you up for disappointment, because control does not really exist, except perhaps in the mind.
If, like many INFPs, you have a tendency to behave like a backseat driver, you probably need to work on balancing your high ideals with the realities of everyday life. You can certainly control your own independent destiny, but you can’t control people or the minutiae of situations for your own sense of safety and worth. Without resolving this conflict, you will never feel happy or successful, and you may become paralyzed and confused about what to do with your life.
6: Stop giving all your time to people who will not take you further
Motivational speaker Jim Rohn famously said that we are the average of the five people we spend the most time with. No matter how much you try to live life your own way, sooner or later, the people with whom you spend most of the time contribute to what you become.
For idealistic and value-driven INFPs, this presents a major problem. You tend to choose your friends carefully, looking for people whose values are very similar to your own. Like-minded people can certainly offer wise counsel and make you feel safe, but can you learn from people who share your views, opinions, and values? Will these people challenge your decisions or push you out of your comfort zone?
What you really need, is a connection with people with different perspectives whose ideas rub up against your own. These people can pressure-test your choices and nudge you off the path of least resistance towards a place where you where you can learn, grow and make a bigger difference.
7: Stop mistrusting your instinct
As an INFP, you instinctively know when something you’re doing feels wrong. You may not know why something is off in your life, but you definitely know that it is. This level of self-awareness is the reason why you learn so quickly, and why you are so open-minded and flexible in all aspects of your life. It’s also the reason why you feel so out of place when ploughing a path that wasn’t made for you.
The only thing that separates a successful INFP from a less-successful INFP, is that the first person figured out when she was flogging a dead horse and trusted her gut instincts enough to try something else - even if the change seemed unfamiliar and crazy. When INFPs take action, they know immediately if their instinct was right. Your intuition is a strength that can often lead to better consequences, so give it the respect it deserves.
If your life isn’t as successful as you’d like it to be right now, there’s always an alternative. You can always choose to do something else. For INFPs, that usually means living in congruence with your values. Of all the types, you have the strongest need to act authentically and will never be happy unless you are true to yourself.
Of course, there’s always the possibility that your options are discouraging - at certain points, we all face moving from one set of problems to a different set of problems, none of which are particularly exhilarating. But the fact remains, you have a choice. If you stop believing that you have a choice, you automatically become a victim and feel helpless. INFPs in particular have to be careful that their idealism does not turn against them. If it does, you will never achieve goals or make changes for fear that you will never find the “perfect” career, lifestyle, creative endeavor, or person.
Ultimately, success for INFPs depends on you finding ways to honor your deeply held values while managing the constraints of everyday life. Accepting that life is full of shortcomings and compromises is difficult when you hold such lofty ideals, but it will help you to feel more effective and fulfilled. You have plenty of success qualities - self-awareness, intuition, empathy, adaptability, curiosity, open-mindedness - how you choose to apply them, is up to you.
Summary: Soulmate AU! the thing your soulmate loves shows up in your skin. Idea by @phan-cannons
A/N: Yes, I know I should write the Emma requests, but… just read this instead, it’s probably better anyway:/
You payed for your groceries, and grabbed your bags,
before heading outside. It was a cold day outside, and you wrapped your scarf
around your neck once more, before heading to your car. The wind was howling,
making your hair get in your face as you opened your car, and sat the bags,
before you got in yourself.
You let out a small sigh, before you took of your
scarf, placing it on the seat beside you. You turned your car off, and looked
out of the back, before you froze.
On a place, not far away, was a car you would be able
to recognize anywhere. You did not know what its name was, but you had spent
hours looking at the one on your left arm. It had appeared on your inner arm, a
bit under the elbow years ago. You had not been able to work probably that day,
because of the new tattoo. And now, the car was right in front of you. Or
behind you maybe.
You turned away, and shook your head. It was a car! A
car! Your soulmate wasn’t the only one who drove that car!
“Have a good day” You said with your best costumer
smile as the women turned away, and walked out of the door. You sighed, and
turned away to fill up, before you saw a guy was waiting to order, hopefully!
“What can I do for you? “you asked the guy with the
costumer voice, and he looked up at you. His eyes immediately made you want to
take a step back. They green, almost shining, intimidating, just beautiful.
“Do you have any pie? “he asked, and you nodded
slowly, not being able to answer. The only thing you thought of, was the small
piece of pie on your ankle.
“Fantastic! “he said with a smile. “I’ll take a piece
You nodded, walking away to get the man his pie. A lot
of people ordered pie, and you should really stop getting your hopes up every
time someone said the word.
saw the car yesterday… a small voice said, before you mentally hit yourself
in the head, and gave the pie to the green eyed man.
You were running down the street, the rain heavy on
your body. You opened the door to the diner, and hurried inside. People looked
at you briefly because of your sudden entrance, but quickly turned back to
their own stuff.
The diner was more crowded than usual, but it wasn’t
so bad that you couldn’t get a table. You found a free one near the window, and
sat down. You unwrapped your scarf, and ordered a coffee and a muffin when a
young girl walked over to you.
A few minutes later she sat it on your table, and you
thanked her. You took a sip of your coffee, and looked out on the rain, and the
few people who walked around there. There was a family that was hurrying into a
house, a couple under an umbrella, and a woman with a dog.
A car caught your eye, and not any car, the same you
had seen earlier the week, the one on your arm. It stopped outside the diner,
and the door opened. Out stepped the guy with the beautiful green eyes, dressed
in a suit. He seemed to be talking, but a few seconds passed before you noticed
that another guy had stepped out of the car. The first thing you noticed was
that he was tall, the second that he was also wearing a suit, and the third was
that you had seen him before.
You weren’t able to take your eyes off him, he seemed
so familiar. He seemed to feel that someone looked at him, and he turned around
to look at you through the window. You widened your eyes a bit, looking down.
Now you knew why you recognized him. You had a small picture of him on your
When you dared to look up again they were walking
towards the diner. You looked down as they entered the diner, but was forced to
look up when they sat down in front of you. Your breath got stuck in your
throat, but who could blame you? In front of you sat a guy who liked pie, drove
a car you had on your arm, and was with a guy your soulmate loved. There was a
chance, that this man, was your soulmate.
“FBI” The tall guy said, and they both held up some
badges. You bite your lip, and looked at the other guy’s arm. There, right
there, was a couple of eyes. Green eyes. His eyes, you realised after a few
seconds. You looked up, meeting the real ones. They looked at you as if the
owner could see right through you, and knew what was going on in your head.
“Miss” The tall one said, and you quickly looked at
“Y-Yes? “you asked, stumbling over your own words. He
narrowed his eyes, and you suddenly noticed your hand started shaking.
“Are you okay? “he said, suddenly seeming concerned.
You nodded, not being able to meet any of their eyes.
“Yes, it’s just… I’m nervous I guess? “you said,
looking at your coffee. It would probably get cold, but you weren’t sure you
could drink it right now.
“Don’t be, we just want to ask you some questions” He
said, and you looked at him a second, before returning to your coffee, at least
that didn’t judge you.
“It’s not that… “you said, and suddenly something
changed about the guys. The tall one took one hand away from the table, and you
were sure he grabbed a gun, the other one only narrowed his eyes, straightening
his body a bit.
“I… have a picture of you on my back” you said
quickly, looking at the tall one. He exchanged a quick glance with his partner,
before looking at you.
“I-I’m not that self-centred” he said with a small
smile, obviously trying to make it less awkward. You could feel the other guy’s
eyes on you, but you did not look at him.
“No” you said, shaking your head. “But you drive a car
I have on my arm, and then there’s the pie… “
You finally looked up at the other guy, the one with
the green eyes. His expression was shocked, before a smile spread on his face.
Somehow that made he even more beautiful, and you couldn’t help but blush under
his look and look down.
He had seen it too obviously. The connection. He knew
he was your soulmate, you could feel it, the way he looked at you. You dared
yourself to look up at him, meeting his eyes.
“So… “he said, the sweet smile still on his face. “You
really like my eyes that much? “
mars in aries:
"u know what. FUCk everything. why doesnt life just give me what i want!!! life is so SLOW and BORING and i want ADVENTURE why can't things just HAPPEN MY WAY for ONCE!!!" *someone tells them to chill* "who tf are you??? are you trying to fight me????? ok i dare you FIGHT ME"
mars in taurus:
*bad stuff happens* "lol im fine" *more bad stuff happens* "@ life are u trying to provoke me...try harder it aint working" *the worst thing that could possibly happen happens* "OK THATS IT IM AT MY LIMIT. THAT WAS NOT NECESSARY. IM SO MAD RIGHT NOW I CANT EVEN THINK WTF WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME. anyways im actually totally chill haha let me just suppress my feelings it'll be ok :)"
mars in gemini:
"oh, i see! you think i'm wrong. i'm truly sorry to hear that some pitiful creatures like you find my beautiful mind so complex that you can't comprehend anything i'm saying. i'm sure that, for SOME people, it is indeed a bit too complex hahah lmao (:"
mars in cancer:
"fine, whatever. u may have said something rude but it's ok im just gonna ignore that" *later* "that fUkcin bitch...i'll show them later, trust me. i'll just wait for the right moment and destroy them when they least expect it"
mars in leo:
"??? did u just insult me or one of my interests ??? lmao first of all, HOW DARE YOU. second of all, YOU ARE WRONG. i am so beautiful and awesome and such a great friend and THIS is how u repay me??? i'm worth so much more than this. you are disgraceful. i am disgusted"
mars in virgo:
"i hate everything. NOTHING is going right and i am FALLING APART. honestly i don't even remember the last time something good happened in this world. why are people always annoying me? why is school always annoying me??? why is LIFE always annoying me????? can everyone just STOP"
mars in libra:
*someone points out that they need to get their life together* "bitch...what? i'm fine...what are you talking about.....my life is 100% under control!!!" *procrastinates everything* "wtf why do i have so much work??? i am dying under all the pressure i hate everything NOTHING IS UNDER CONTROL"
mars in scorpio:
*on the outside* "okay you know what fuck you im so over this it's over" *on the inside* "i know all ur weaknesses, honey...and trust me, you will regret it. you think i'm over this but i'm definitely not lmao watch ur back"
mars in sagittarius:
"wtf bitch i hate u, what do you think of yourself??? how dare u disagree with me and say rude stuff to me ugh don't talk to me ever again" *after like 8 minutes max* "omfg the other day i was listening to the duck song and i was thinking about how much you'd like it i mean i bet you've already heard it but it's absolutely hilarious u should watch the video it went viral on youtube hahaha" *someone asks if they've gotten over their anger* "what anger? ...oh thAT. lmao whatever who cares about that, have you heard the duck song?"
mars in capricorn:
"yeah i'm pretty fucking upset right now, things definitely did not go the way i expected them to. anyways that's just life. i'm over it. i'm just gonna...try and distract myself.....and pretend nothing happened...because that'll help me stop thinking about my shitty life...probably"
mars in aquarius:
*on the outside* "i guess ur right. maybe what ur saying is the right thing to do :) :) :)" *on the inside* "...excuse me hoe.....ur wrong, i'm right. u can't tell me what to do. i'm well-aware of what i'm doing, if u think i'm gonna listen to anything u tell me to do ur 100% wrong bye"
mars in pisces:
*accidentally offends someone, someone asks why they're mad* "honestly i'm not totally sure why i'm mad. i didn't even know i was mad until you pointed it out. i mean there are the usual reasons for being mad...people are horrible, life just generally sucks. so yeah im probably just generally mad lmao no worries"
Your hair was not on your side today. The one day you actually decide to care about your appearance, your hair wants to be an evil little shit. You lifted your hands up to the top of your head, using your thumb and forefinger you attempted to flatten out the stray hair that kept wanting to pop itself back up. Finally getting your hair in tact, you sigh heavily, looking down at yourself in the mirror. Smoothing your skirt don with the palms of your hands you began to feel the anxiety build up in your system. This was your first date ever.
Okay, maybe you shouldn’t call it a date. Peter texted and asked you to come over hang out for the night. Of course, you being the obnoxious, wide-eyed loser who loved Peter, you took it very seriously. This was the first time you and Peter were going to hang out alone. No Ned, Michelle, or Liz even. Just the two of you.
Oh god, you think you’re going to be sick.
The nerves flooded your thoughts and body almost in instinct just thinking about being with Peter alone for more than five minutes. You didn’t want to be a nervous wreck, but you were. You shouldn’t be a nervous wreck. Peter was one of your best friends, you knew everything about the other, it wasn’t going to be awkward.
Unless you made it awkward.
Which you are bound to do. Peter just made you extremely nervous. His small, opened mouth smile was something you could never get tired of. Especially when it was directed at you. You felt like you were floating on Cloud Nine whenever he looked at you like that. His dazzling brown orbs were always radiating something, but you could never quite put your finger on it. You didn’t mind it though, they were extremely alluring to look at.
One thing he would do quite often was, whenever Michelle made a joke or Ned laughed so hard it became contagious, making you laugh almost as hard, Peter would switch his attention to you it seemed, his structured yet soft features perked up at your laughter, eyes squinting in happiness at your joyous state. You had no idea the deep, enticing feeling had for him were recuperated.
His feelings for you were just as strong, if not stronger. He adored when you would slump into school, Y/E/C eyes tired, with no makeup on, completely bare faced. When the features you despised so much, hiding every day from the world, were exposed to his eyes, his heart did an enormous leap. His brown orbs would scan your face, taking in every line, crinkle, imperfection and smiled softly to himself.
One of his favorite things to watch you do was take your Y/H/C, Y/H/T (hair type) and softly pull the strands away from framing your face to behind your ears, in a messy bun, leaving a few loose strands around to frame your face. You drew his entire self in with almost everything you did, and you had no idea. It may sound a bit lavish, but he was mesmerized by you. Everything you did enhanced him. So, when you agreed to come over tonight to hangout he was ecstatic. He yearned for you to see this night as a date. And you did.
“Oh, cm'on! Captain America could beat the shit out of Iron Man. He’s got the shield,” you hollered, throwing your hands up as you shoved a fistful of popcorn into your mouth.
Peter rolled his eyes, scooting closer to you on the couch, throwing his right arm out into the air, “I’m telling you Y/N, there’s no way. You have to look at the physics aspect of it! That thing does not obey the laws of physics at all,” he said confidently, his scratchy voice chuckling after his statement.
You two were arguing about who would win in an Avengers battle. Peter swore up and down that Iron Man could beat the living hell out of anybody that got in his way, and you weren’t so sure. He went on for minutes, discussing how the entire battle would go down if such action did happen. You stared at him strangely, due to the fact that every key point he made was in such grave detail.
He sighed heavily once he was able to catch a breath. You laughed lightly and cocked your head to the side, “You literally sound like you could have been there once it happened,” you laughed at his exasperated state.
“Well, detail is key to any good story,” he let out, eyes wandering to every where else in the room, except to meet yours. You stared at him skeptically, but shrugged it off because it just sounded like Peter was being Peter.
You sat in uncomfortable silence for a couple of seconds, your eyes floating around the small living room, pairing your eyes with whatever you could fine, just not Peter’s. You sensed a heavy sigh emit from him after a couple of seconds, your brain picking up on the signal of boredom.
You’re being awkward. Stop being awkward! Why are you just sitting in silence?! Not opening your wide trap is worse than sitting here in uncomfortable, stiff silence for minutes!
You feel your cheeks flush as you intake a deep breath, breaking the wall of silence between you two as he glanced your way, catching his attention. Before a back and forth toss up in your on whether to break the silence thoroughly, you cough before speaking, “So, how was your chemistry-”
You were cut off by the sound of Peter’s phone lighting up, signalling a text. Your attention snaps from him to the phone sitting behind you on the table.
“Oh! Sorry, I just need to check and make sure it’s not May freaking out,” he then leaned his body completely over your frame, hovering over you.
Your heart quickened at your sudden closeness as you felt your face turn from a standard pink to a deep red. His knees dug into the couch right next to your legs, the heat radiating off your entire body, you attempted to hide the nervousness evident on your face before Peter sat back down. You could here the clicking of the keyboard on his phone for a short time before hearing the ‘swoosh’, letting you know he had answered the text, placing his phone back down.
The next thing you know, Peter’s frame had moved from hovering over you to right in front of you. Your eyes moved towards his, his beautiful eyes staring intently into yours, and at such a close proximity, you could see little flecks of light brown detected around his iris. Your eyes then made their way from his eyes to lips, and back and forth for what felt like centuries. He copied your actions, his eyes finding their way down to your lips as he leaned closer to you.
You didn’t know what moving was at this point. He had you locked in a trance, and you weren’t about to dare yourself to try and escape it. Your breaths mixed together, and the closer he got, the closer you became to exploding from happiness. Before you knew it, his lips found yours in a searing kiss.
Your eyes immediately shut as you brought your lips closer to his if it was even possible. He placed his strong hands on the back of the couch, on either side of your shoulders. You felt all of your worries wash away as his lips came off and back onto yours. Your hands found themselves in his hair, softly tugging at the strands.
Due to loss of breath, Peter pulls away, breathless. His eyes searched yours, your mouth slightly open for lack of breath. You stared at each other for seconds before he muttered, “W-Well, I really hope you don’t just think of this as a hangout.”
You smiled widely at him, “With just you, Peter Parker? I would never dream of it.”