just imagine: you’re a 17 year old teen, going to school and getting the chance to take this role in this low budget production that’s going to take place at your school. you think: cool, i’ve always wanted to act and that’s my chance to!
then, out of nowhere, that low budget production explodes and turns into this huge phenomenon all over the world and people want to meet you, they want to talk to you, they want to take pictures with you. and it all hits you out of nowhere.
and besides having school work, and friends, and a theater play you’re in and you want to be good at it, you want to rock it– but there’s the other side of that medal, the dark side no one told you about before, because it wasn’t supposed to be like that.
and suddenly, fans from all over the world want to meet you, they come to your school and they make you feel like you have to make them happy, because they’re giving you something back, they’re giving you appreciation, so you should appreciate them too. but it’s getting out of hand, and you don’t know how to handle it anymore. you don’t have the time to take a fucking breath because everywhere you look, there could be someone wanting something from you. you have to sacrifice your lunch break. you have to sacrifice your freedom in a place that’s trapping you anyway, because school is never that much fun.
just, please, take a good hard look in the mirror and think to yourself: would you want this for yourself? and please don’t come into my inbox saying that he chose that. because no, he didn’t.
If you want to feel a little better mon amour, i gathered some things i like to do in hopes that it’ll help you!
🌸 go ahead and hop into the shower. take a few minutes to really massage that schampoo into your hair. clean and fresh YAS
🌸 use a body lotion and use one that smells good(i recommend “very sexy” by Victorias Secret) (because it’s very sexy hihi)
🌸 put on a nice parfume, if you don’t have one you can borrow from a family member/friend or you can buy one(i recommend “viva la juicy” by juicy couture and “eternity aqua” by calvin clein) (somewhat expensive but sooo good y'all can come here and i’ll give u
you get juicy couture and you get juicy couture and you get juicy couture everyone gets juicy couture
🌸 take a few moments and write a list about things that make you happy(for example: coffee, holding hands with your grandma, all the relationships you’re gonna have in the future, re-reading your favourite book, family dinners, when the leaves turn orange in autumn)
🌸 make yourself or buy your comfort food(s), mine being tortellini, vegan pizza and coffee mmmmmmm coffee
🌸 send out a few sincere compliments to people. tell your friend what you love about her/him/hen, tell your mom you’re thankful for everything she does. alot of times giving love means getting love and nothing bad about good karma am i right
🌸 write down everything that bothers you on a piece of paper, start with “dear maya..” or “dear paul..” write it for a person thats never gonna read it (or if you feel like you want too you can always message me and rant about your whole life I’m all yours)
🌸 if you don’t wanna think about something you can always try to learn a new language via duolingo, it really gets you focused on something else(advice from your coach-my self- i think you should learn swedish or french because they’re both equally hard and beautiful) if thats not something you find intresting you can always pick up a feel-good book, my favourite being “Anna and the french kiss” by Stephanie Perkins! light up some candles, make yourself some tea and cuddle down somewhere
🌸 watch a movie or tv-show!! i was really unhappy at one point but then i somehow started watching Jane The Virgin and it was sooooo funny and soooo good(the hype is real, watch) and it made me feel better
🌸 look up some nice quotes, my faves are
• “And then there’s light, It just takes time”
• “Pleure: les larmes sont les pétales du cœur.” (which is French for “Cry: tears are the heart’s petals.”)
• “Choose to be happy, It feels better”
🌸 listen to happy songs
• Classic by MKTO
• Price Tag by Jessie J(old but always get’s me dancing)
• Can’t Stop The Feeling by Justin Timberlake
• Forget You by CeeLo Green(forreal this is sooo good hahah)
🌸 before you go to bed, moisturize your face with a tiny bit of coconut oil - also put on some chapstick because you’ll wake up with a smooth face and soft lips and you’ll feel like a queen mon chérie
🌸 if you ever feel worthless, read this
• i am so happy you’re here
• i think you’re the cutest person that has ever read this
• i believe that you will reach your dream, whatever it may be, and you will be awesome
• relax, drop your shoulders, breath
• dogs everywhere love you and they get so excited when they see you because they wanna say Hello so badly
• with every breath you take, you help plants and flowers live
• you’re making a difference
• you’re stronger than you think
• you have a great sense of humour that people enjoy
• everything is better when you’re around
A/N: Well, I have a small Sam crisis and I’ll appreciate all the feedbacks on this one since it’s my first A/B/O. I hope I got everything correctly, I really look forward to write more in the future. :)
Words count: 1700 ish
Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader
Warnings: no plot, unprotected sex (use condoms IRL), A/B/O dynamics.
“That’s not mine”
You stare at the long, grey sock like it is some kind of new discovery nobody has done before you. Honestly, you feel a little like a chicken who found a toothpick and you keep observing it as if it is going to move and run away from your fingers.
You breath in the faint smell that is still on the sock even after being cleaned. You tremble a little as the scent triggers something deep inside you. No doubt an alpha owns this. But why does it make your stomach burn this way?
1. Hold My Breath (zarah5) - It’s possible — possible — that his three-week ban from the football pitch makes Louis just a tad antsy. Surely it’s not so bad that it warrants punishment in the form of his friends signing him up for a yoga class? Either way, Louis is determined to hate every second of it.
He didn’t count on a yoga instructor who wears flower-patterned headscarves and smiles like summer won’t end.
2. Shine (togetherwecouldbealright) - Louis is an actor who needs to get away from the real world. He does the only thing that he can and runs away, finding himself in a small town where he happens upon Harry. What Louis doesn’t expect is to somehow fall in love and end up having to face what he was running from all along.
3. As You Are (zarah5) - Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It’s also against his contract.
4. Sing When You’re Winning (hazmesentir) - Harry’s a chronically underpaid magazine intern and Louis is the Premier League’s first gay footballer and pretty much the last thing they need is each other.
5. We’re Afire Love (soleilouis) - Harry and Louis are best friends. Harry has the whole “crush” thing under control, honestly. Until, of course, he moves in with Louis and his baby.
Dark is in the room, but he doesn’t know where. He can only
feel the ringing in his ears and taste his aura in the back of his throat. There’s
panic in his fingertips and the pit of his stomach, but he refuses to let the
other man know it.
Dark approaches slowly, sliding a hand across the Host’s
shoulders. Does the Host know what he did wrong? Good. How about they take a
Host knows what that means, of course, but he is forced to
comply. The buzzing of panic moves from Host’s hands to his head where it
snakes across his scalp in a trail of static.
The Host owes Dark, the Ego reminds his captive. The Host
should be grateful for Dark’s kindness, his generosity, his discipline. The
Host is nothing without Dark. The Host can and will be broken.
The Host can’t breathe. There are bodies everywhere,
pressing in and away and around. Voices bounce at him from every direction at
every octave and decibel and in every color that he can imagine. This is the
bustle of life outside of his precious sanctuary of books and dust. And the
Host is terrified of it.
Dark’s hand is on the back of his neck, fingernails biting
into the skin there until they aren’t. Until Dark’s hand is gone, and Host is
lost among the waves. He’s drowning.
People brush past. People talk around him. People, people,
people. There’s a wall. A dumpster, and Host crouches behind it, the stench
stinging his nostrils. But at least here he’s safe from them.
Host’s entire chest constricts with the panic of it, and his
mind rings with Dark’s words. The Host should be grateful. The Host should be
ashamed. The Host should be better than what he is, so much better.
But the Host is not better. The Host is very much broken and
very much under Dark’s powerful hold.
And then Dark comes back. Not immediately, no, hours later
once the sun has set and the warmth has seeped from the air and from Host’s
bones. He’s shivering, but Dark hauls him to his feet regardless, wrinkling his
nose at the way Host smells.
The Host is disgusting. The Host is useless. The Host has
learned nothing from his punishment. All words floating around in his mind,
boats set adrift on a storm-tossed ocean. The Host should be grateful.
And the Host leans against Dark because he has no one else in the world.
Then Amy appears. She walks into his library, into his life,
and into his darkness. She throws open the doors of his heart and cleans out
all the cluttered words: useless, disgusting, nothing, broken, and all the biting “should be’s.”
She dusts off his heart and his ability to feel something other than fear and
instead of crushing him beneath her foot, she puts her shoulder under his arm
and holds him up.
Amy is golden light. Amy is a burning fire. Amy has her own
cracks in her own shell, but she doesn’t lash out in anger. She simply adds to
her armor, and stands between the darkness and those she cares about.
And the Host is in awe of her.
She hands him new words: caring, thoughtful, creative,
strong, valuable, and slowly, the Host begins to accept them. The Host doesn’t owe her a
thing, Amy insists. The Host is his own person. The Host is always improving. The
Host is growing and healing and learning.
You woke up from your sleep, everything was a
haze in your vision – and you felt unusually weird. You tried to open your
eyes, but you couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried. You then did an attempt
to move your sleeping body, but this turned out to be useless as well. The
weirdness you felt evolved into this scariness you felt building up inside your
guts. What was this? Were you in a sleep paralysis? Your mind was definitely
awake, so you thought your body might be sleeping? However, this felt too
different from a sleep paralysis. You tried to convince yourself that you were
in a sleep paralysis, but everything felt… unreal – which actually shouldn’t be
the case if you were in a sleep paralysis.
Your throat felt dry – and you felt like you
needed to speak up, even if it was just one word. You tried to open up your
mouth, but it felt like your jaws were glued to each other, your mouth not
listening to the signals your brain sent out.
“This must be a dream, it has to be,” you
thought out loud, as you could hear your own voice in your head – making this
echoing sound as if the inside of your brain was totally empty, with your mind
being the only thing wandering around in it. All you could see was a black
void, simply because your eyes were closed tightly, refusing to open up. This
was too frustrating to you – not being able to move – and it felt like you were
about to go nuts at any moment.
But right then, a certain voice stopped you
from going nuts. The voice that has made your heart beat multiple times faster
whenever your ears picked up the sweet, velvet-like sound. It was like this
particular voice made you… complete. As if you were born to hear this voice –
which you technically were, actually – because this voice belonged to no other
than your dear beloved soulmate.
However, as the voice kept repeating its words
– the more the voice repeated the words, the more strangled it sounded, like it
was deeply hurt – and as you became more aware of what these exact words were,
you could feel your heart shredding into pieces. With your body somehow being
paralyzed, your tears weren’t able to come out, but you were sure that you
would have cried a whole deep ocean if your body would not be in this state.
“Y/N. I will always love you. Please, don’t
A/n: I feel like I am really bad at writing smut so feedback is much appreciated!
Stiles harshly slammed the door of his jeep whilst he bitterly mumbled under his breath. Theo had been everywhere today, interrupting him, antagonizing Stiles every chance he got. Today was not the day to piss of Stiles Stilinski.
However, there was something that really made your stomach clench when he was like that. It wasn’t frightening, it was intoxicating. You knew you shouldn’t make it worse, but you wanted to.
“ I fucking hate him,” He roared, you flinched but you couldn’t help the clench of your pussy. Stiles had always been so, how to put it, vanilla in the bedroom. It was times like this where you wanted him to bend you over a table and fuck your brains out.
Summary: Some of them said you were born gifted; you were able to magnify every single perception, from luck, to your own feelings. Others, that you were damned since the very beginning; you could also bring the worst from every single thing, every single person, even about you. However, you saw your powers as a part of yourself, a part that, like a silent virus, was infecting your own sanity. Cheating!Bucky,
A/N: Huh, I think I’m not the best person to ask for a continuation of a story because I can fuck the shit up… Just like this. I’m sorry. Thanks god I decided not to continue Kingdom and mess with a perfectly structured plot lmao.
People like to take things for granted, whether we hate what they make us feel or not. It’s a fact. We love to wake up and complain about how early it is. We loathe the coldness of the tile floors touching our bare feet the moment they touch the ground or the annoying beeping of the microwave when we’re all alone preparing our breakfast.
But dammit, how we miss those little details when they’re gone.
How we miss the darkness of the night when we used to be wide awake at 5 A.M, without the rays of the sun burning on our lids, making us see red. How we miss having a reason to open our eyes and live for another day.
How we miss the coldness freezing our toes the moment we can’t stand up anymore.
How we miss the sound when we’ve got nothing but silence.
A/N: Hello, anon! I added a few ways for them to be tired because there are 9 of them so if I only use work, they’ll end up reacting the same way. I hope you enjoy! xx
—Minseok always knew, even before the two of you started dating, that you never liked working out. Even just by thinking of doing 10 push-ups exhausted you. Diets can happen, but working out is a no-no. You can tell Minseok was really surprised when you invited him to go to the gym today. A little confused and suspicious but he agreed. Although, not longer than 20 minutes had passed and you were already breathing heavy. Sweat was everywhere in your body and you already felt dehydrated.
“Sweetheart, it’s okay if you stop now. Sit at the bench and rest.“ your boyfriend worriedly instructed you but you refused, shaking your head.
“No, I have to work out. I might have ‘accidentally’ ate a whole cake yesterday. I need to lose calories.“
10 minutes later, Minseok found you sprawled on the floor. Minseok would rather watch you eat a whole cake than watch you wore yourself out at the gym anyway.
—Junmyeon worries too much especially when he’s on tour and away from you. You’d always get text messages from him asking if you’re eating right, and if you were taking your medicines at the right time or if you were getting a good night sleep. He worries too much that it worries you as well. So when you got 2 jobs to earn extra cash, you didn’t tell him because you know he’d worry once again. Although, you can’t hide how tired you are whenever the two of you have a Video call.
“(Y/n), you look tired. Are you okay?“ he asks, staring at your face through the monitor. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes and how your face became thin. “Please don’t lie.“
And with that, you told him about your extra job. He didn’t get mad and he also didn’t force you to quit your job.
“I understand, Love. But please don’t force yourself too much. When I get home, I’ll take care of you. I love you.” he said. With a last virtual kiss and a sexy wink, you both said your goodbyes.
—When you watch Yixing, you couldn’t help but stare up in awe when his body smoothly moves to the beat of the song.
You’ve always wanted to learn how to dance.
Although, when you asked him to teach you, you forgot how your body was actually as rigid as a stick.
Yixing claimed that the steps were ‘basic’ and ‘easy’, but how come you haven’t even reached half of the song but you already feel like giving up?
“Are you okay, love? Do you want to finish this next time?“ he asked as he gave you a bottle of cold water. You wanted to scream and tell him you wanted to go home and bathe yourself in ice.
“Gosh no, let’s finish the song. I’m doing great!“ you said filled with enthusiasm. Your boyfriend only stared at you.
“(Y/n), your feet are shaking..“ and with that, you let yourself fall to the floor sighing in relief. You ought to remember to just watch him dancing instead of dancing with him.
—There are 2 things Baekhyun knew so well about you. One, you are just as stubborn as him. And two, you get tired so easily. Imagine his reaction when those two combined.
“(Y/n), you just got back from work why are you suddenly cleaning the house?“ Baekhyun whined. He tried taking the broom from your hand but you quickly moved it away from his reach.
“The house is a mess. Your shirt is everywhere, you left the toilet seat up again, and you didn’t wash your plate.“ you complained.
“Yes, I did those and I’m sorry. Please get some rest.“
As stubborn as you were, you ignored Baekhyun’s plea. Once you finished cleaning the house, you found your boyfriend in your room ready to massage your aching body.
—Who’s idea was it to stay up all night just to watch netflix? Your boyfriend, Jongdae? Heck no, he goes to sleep fast. You? Heck yeah, you tried finishing the whole season in one night.
You immediately regretted your decision when you realized you have work. Jongdae, being a sweet boyfriend, drove you to work. He couldn’t help but laugh at how tired you looked.
“That’s what you get for staying up all night.You look dead tired“ He teased, his laugh filling the car.
“Tired? Who’s tired? Not me.“ you denied, but your eyes said otherwise. The drive to work was only 15 minutes, but Jongdae purposely drove slower when he saw you sleeping soundly in the passenger seat. He wanted you to have a few extra minutes to sleep. Next time, don’t try and finish a whole season in a day.
—Chanyeol was so excited when he called you on the phone, inviting you over at the boys’ dorm for you to check out his new game. It was 7 in the morning and you were tired from a night shift. You wanted to reject his invitation, but his enthusiasm made you feel guilty so you agreed and said you’ll be over in 30.
You arrived at their dorm a few minutes later. Chanyeol started talking about his new game, showing you his favorite characters and modes. You only nodded in reply, too tired to think of something to say.
“Sweetheart, are you tired?“ His voice changed into a concerned tone, waking you up.
“No no, I’m listening.“ You chuckled. But as soon as Chanyeol started talking again, your eyes drifted close. You fell asleep fast and your body started to lean to the side but Chanyeol quickly caught you. He only laughed to himself as he stared at his sleeping beauty. He then carried you to his room for you to properly rest.
—Due to his busy schedule, Kyungsoo only gets to call once or twice in a week. He sometimes sends you messages, but video calls were different.
When Kyungsoo’s name appeared on your phone in the middle of the night, you jolt up and answered it. Kyungsoo’s face appeared in the screen with a bright smile while you laid on your bed with your eyes squinting.
“(Y/n)? Did I wake you?“ he asked sounding guilty.
“No, sweetheart. I’m good.“ you answered, getting up from your bed.
“Ahhh.. I did wake you up. Don’t worry, I’ll call you in the morning. I have a day off today. I love you!“ and with that, he quickly ended the call. Kyungsoo knew you would argue with him so he ended it quick.
Don’t worry, he did call the next morning. He even did aegyo just for you.
—Whenever Jongin goes out for practice or anything related to Exo, you knew he will come home around dinner. You always cook his favorite dishes for him to eat after a long tiring day. However, Jongin isn’t the only one who was tired this time. Your boss needed you longer in the office, causing you to have twice as many work than the usual. One overtime later, you arrived home with only an hour left of Jongin’s expected arrival.
You still cooked for him but as soon as Jongin came in your shared house, he saw how visibly tired you are. “(Y/n), are you okay? You didn’t have to cook for me if you’re really tired. We can do deliveries.” he would coo at you as he wraps his arms around your body. You denied how tired you are, telling him it was your job to cook for him knowing how much work he does for being an Idol.
Jongin would later then tell you that it is never your duty to feed him. Instead, all he needs is your love and support. After eating dinner, you both snuggled in the living room while he comforts you and your tired body.
—Sehun promised a movie night after getting off from work. He said he would be home by 7 with Chinese take-outs. But it was already 9 in the evening and you are sat in the living room, hungry, and no Sehun in sight. You had a rough day at work and you were really looking forward for the movie night with Sehun and just cuddle up to him. Another hour had passed and your eyes started to become heavy but the sound of the door woke you up.
Your boyfriend stood at the doorway with a sad look on his face and, his promise, Chinese take-outs in his hand.
“Love, I’m sorry for being really late. Ahh.. you’re probably hungry and tired.“ he laid the paper bag on the coffee table in front of you.
“No, I’m awake. We can still watch a movie.“ a tired smile appearing on your lips.
Sehun couldn’t help but smile at you. He’s so lucky to have such a patient and understanding girlfriend.