but my hair smells real good

Too Close (B.Barnes) *SMUT*

Too Close

Bucky Barnes

Warnings: a/b/o dynamic, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), swearing, some hair pulling, dirty talk

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People think fencing makes me into like this cool suave epic sword fighter but no. Me fencing is more like:

• ow ow my hair is caught in my mask help
• I smell like rust. Or blood.
• I don’t think I can smell sweat anymore
• no I didn’t take a shower I fenced
• dead knees
• more dead knees
• black toenails
• my nose itches but I can’t take off my mask
• is my butt really that unattractive or is it just the knickers
• that person smells nice. Why do they smell nice. We don’t smell nice. They’re weird.
• my majestic weapon isn’t even sharp
• my majestic weapon is bent at a 90 degree angle
• my majestic weapon is broken
• I am the human baked potato
• I only have one pocket why isn’t the other cheek special
• hair stays in place because of sweat
• bruises everywhere
• this lame didnt used to be green
• *crushing on squad mate* some real lannister shit going on here
• why does their butt get to look good
• I didn’t think that would be a stupid move but eff me I was wrong
• chin acne from masks
• my glove is wet ew
• oh someone’s bleeding again
• ooooo nerd drama time
• one thigh is bigger than the other wut
• I did not think counting was so difficult buddy
• no money
• oMg fOoD
• *takes mask off too fast* can someone see where my glasses flew off to this time
• please be the red light
• fuck no I meant green
• fuck it’s red
• yells that make cavemen uncomfortable
• sweat everywhere
• these are the most expensive shoes I own and they are also the smelliest
• obnoxious socks
• does this lame make me look fat
• beginner’s luck or experienced fencer’s stupidity
• death grip handshakes
• dead fish handshakes
• awkward leftie handshake
• that wasn’t even a handshake
• feeling like the Pillsbury dough boy right now
• “engarde.” I have suddenly forgotten everything about fencing.
• is that even legal
• there goes my shoe
• don’t look at the box don’t look at the box
• shit I looked
• Thor is jealous of my thunder thighs
• this jacket is warm and comforting but also wet and disgusting
• I hate fencing
• I love fencing
• it’s okay

Please, feel free to add to this list of fencing awkwardness

Lady In Red

Jason x female!reader

This is kind of like a masquerade type thing…I’m literally typing this in English class right now. I’m supposed to be taking notes. 😭

As I was writing this, i never realized how much i wrote until the end.

Idk what to feel about this one shot though. I’m  just writing anything that pops in my head.

Also, tbvh it was hard to write Jason’s pov like, how do you other writers do it? 

Anyway, on with the story 😬.  

~

You were binge watching your favorite tv show in the middle of the day when you heard a knock on the door.

You’re not friends with that many people so it’s very strange that someone was visiting you at this hour on a Saturday afternoon.

Hitting pause on the remote, you stood up off the couch and made your way towards your door.

“Who is it?” You called out before checking the peep hole.

Hesitantly, you opened the door, “Uh, why’d you come all the way up here?” You asked, looking at the mailman up and down.

The mailman smiled politely, “I was advised to give this to you personally,” He turned to reach inside his bag full of packages and mail and took out a black slick envelope, “For you, miss.”

You took the envelope letting out a small thank you.

After the mailman left, you closed the door, looking down at the envelope. In beautiful white calligraphy, your name was written on the back.

You opened it without hesitation.

You never felt so shocked in your entire life,

Dear (Y/N),
This invitation is to inform you that you are invited to the Annual Masquerade Ball at the Wayne Manor this coming up Friday night at 9:30pm. This invitation was sent to all the citizens of Gotham, we do hope you can attend this beautiful night. Please be sure to wear appropriate clothing. The theme will be black and white.

Yours truly,
The Wayne Family

It took a few seconds for you to comprehend what you just read. You re-read the invitation over and over again just to make sure it’s real. Before you knew it, you were screaming with joy. 

~~ 

The invitation said that the theme is black and white, but you wanted to break that rule. The gown you bought was the most beautiful blood red dress you have ever seen. Not only did it compliment your curves, it was also elegant with a bit of sexy. You also bought black heels, because of course black goes with everything, and a black mask with elegant twirls.

It was now the night of the ball and you were walking up the stairs towards the entrance of the Wayne Manor. The door was open, and a butler was standing near one of the double doors. He was checking invites with a strange flashlight.

He checked all of the invites of those who were in front of you, now it was your turn.

You put on your mask, and walked up towards the butler.

The butler has a British accent, “Good evening, miss. Hope you have a wonderful night,” He says with a warm smile as he waved the light on the invitation. You saw a familiar symbol when he did that but couldn’t really make out what it really was. Your best guess was that there was something written there, but in invisible ink, “If you need anything, just call for Alfred, that would be me.” He finished and smiled again before handing your invitation back.

You smiled at the adorable old man, letting out a thank you. He didn’t notice the fact that you were breaking the dress code because of the long black trench coat you wore above your dress.

Without anyone looking, you took off the trench coat as you walked in.

As you walked in the manor, you had to open another set of double doors. 

The ballroom was beyond spectacular. Music was playing, people were either gossiping or just chatting, but as you walked through the doors everyone literally stopped what they were doing and turned to you. 

The attention was nerve wracking, you were the only one wearing a different color. Women were wearing either white or black and so were the men.

You mentally shook off your nervous thoughts and walked around looking for a certain table that has a card with your name on it. 

“Who is she?”

“Why is she wearing red?”

“Attention seeker probably.” Someone snickered. You turned your head as you reached your table, glowering at the girl who said that about you. You felt a sense of victory after she pathetically cowered away.

You turned back and sat down at your table, letting out a short sigh. 

JASON’S POV

“Oh come on, I can beat you in an arm wrestling match any day, bet.” I said to the little demon a little over dramatically.

Damian never stopped talking about this new “game” he learned in school yesterday and wanted to start an arm wrestling match with literally everyone in the house.

Except Alfred, he knows he shouldn’t mess with Alfred.

“Is that so, Todd. Well, if you would like to lose this bet then-” His gaze was drawn to somewhere else. His jaw dropped, which was really shocking, he never did this before since he’s always scowling.

Except when he’s asleep, I hate to admit it but he looks fucking adorable when he sleeps, “What are you looking at?” I asked as I turned my head towards the entrance.

It was like something from a book. She caught everyones attention by just opening the double doors. My mind turned blank when I saw her. After the Lazerous Pit, my mind was fucking messed up. That pounding you hear after listening to very loud music, imagine just hearing that every second. She just made everything quiet. All this anxiety just…disappeared. 

Ever since the Lazerous Pit, I couldn’t stop thinking about that damn clown, I’ve always felt empty and cold inside. But this girls just made me feel like fireworks have erupted in me.

I finally felt peace.

“She’s mine.” 

“She’s mine.”

I looked down, glaring at Damian, “Excuse me, sit the fuck down you’re like 4.” 

He closed is eyes, folding his arms across his chest stubbornly, “For your information Todd, when I was 4 I climbed-”

“Yeah yeah I know whatever.” I interrupted him by pushing him towards our table. 

Damian started yelling at me in Arabic but before he could even stab me, I made my way towards the girl. She was sitting at the table on the other side of the room.

I strode over, making sure my cologne was still making me smell like a million bucks.

I was only a few feet away when I finally got a real good look of her, her (h/c) hair wasn’t up in any style, it was loose.

Beautiful.

And that dress really, really suits her. 

She seems like she was in her own little world when I arrived at her table, not noticing I was even there.

When I spoke up, “Hey, I’m Jason.” Her attention was finally on me.

Her smile took my breath away. Right at this moment, I knew that this would be the start of something amazing.

Hatchling

Day One

Gotta do this for two weeks right? Let’s get this show on the road.

(I better edit this before I turn it in.)

I’m naming my ‘baby’ Tabitha. She’s two ounces in weight. I might be crocheting her a hat. Her shell is a pale white, and I hope I can raise her well enough so she grows up well-adjusted and with a solid start in life… or at least well enough so I get an A on this project.

She’s sleeping beside me, close to the lamp but like not RIGHT beneath it, I’m making sure she won’t be too warm. Her matchbox bed’s super cute too, I doodled little pink flowers on it with my highlighter. It might just be a fucking egg but I gotta take care of it, right?

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Imagine meeting Peter for the first time at the grocery store because you smelled so good & he just leans over to sniff your hair real quick “Can I help you?” “Nope, just trying to look at the cereal but you’re pretty face is in the way” “Is that so? Well maybe if I give you my number, you can call me & my pretty face & I will get in your way again” “…marry me” “Dinner first, then we can talk marriage” “My kind of wife”


AND RIGHT BEFORE LEAVING YOU SNIFF HIM AND GO “You smell good too” with a wink at the end and he pretty much dies

Originally posted by lissachan504

Requested by me because we all know it’s bound to happen eventually the doofus loves that game

MASTERLIST.

He was still thrown off my the fact that a pink haired fairy in underwear that only he could see was standing right next to him, wiggling her brows suggestively as she pointed at a girl drinking coffee at her table. Was this some kind of fucked up dream from playing too much Huniepop? Probably, but how real the sun felt on his skin, or how tasty the bakery goods smelled confused and frightened him. His deep brown irises shot to the clock – it wasn’t dysmorphed, then for the umpteenth time he counted his fingers – five on each pair, normal.

If this was a dream…Fuck was it realistic.

“Well, stop standing around here like an idiot!” Kyu started getting impatient, punching his shoulder lightly, “Go on, talk to her!” He wanted to snap at her and blurr something like ‘No fucking way’, but talking to himself in public was the last thing he needed. With a glare sent the pink fairy’s way – did he really just do that?? - he inhaled a breath of air for courage and staggered to the lonely female checking her phone.

It took a while for her to notice him, leaving him awkwardly standing there for nearly a whole minute. Her eyes rolled up from her phone to look at him, (colour) irises twinkling with interest as a timid smile lit up her lips along with a crease of her confused brows. Mark felt his breath hitch in his throat – who…who were you, exactly? He remembered the other girls, but you…He had never seen you before.

“May I help you?” You said politely. Mark felt a vibration in his pocket, and clearing his throat he gave you a lame wave and a goofy smile, his hand roaming to his pocket and taking out his phone.

-Nice tits doll face.

-I’m new here, and I wanted to say hi.

-Why a pretty thang like you sittin’ 'ere all alone, aye?

What the fuck is this?, he gaped, his irises shooting from you to the phone and back, No, don’t tell me that these are–

“Conversation starters!” Kyu exclaimed happily, latching onto his arm, “I’d pick the first one if I were you,” she finished with a wink.  

“Hi,” He finally managed to squeeze out, “I-I’m Mark. I just moved here and uhm, thought I could meet some new people, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh, not at all.” You replied sweetly, “Have a seat if you like. I’m (Name).”

His phone buzzed again as he sat down.

-So, what dem size?

-Do you crossfit?

-A magical fairy is that only I can see is forcing me to talk to you, can we please just get this over with?

What the fuck is with these questions?!

Requests are opened!

Lavender Lambs and Pacifiers

A/N: yo I uploaded last weekend and this weekend? its a miracle. im never this consistent

Summary: Dan has a secret, and it’s more of a someone, rather than a something. Maybe he should learn to be more careful with the evidence when his mother babysits Noah.

Words: 3633

Warnings: nothing really, just swearing as usual. fluffy fluff

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fourleafclover72-deactivated201  asked:

Cuddling with Curly please

ur the real g :,) this is why ur one of my favs
thanks so much for requesting!
hope u enjoy 💘💘

cuddling with curly !
- he’s so lanky????
- sleeps either on his stomach or side
- falls asleep as soon as he hits the fucking mattress tbh
- sleeps like a rock so when u cuddle ur trapped
- #sorrynotsorry
- tangled limbs and soft snores
- also smells good
- he nuzzles his head in ur neck and likes to smell u 2
- plays with ur hair or rubs shapes in ur back and stuff
- grumpy shit in the mornin
- he’s fairly cold so u guys have to have a lot of covers and pillows so ur extra soft and warm it’s great
- his hands are surprisingly soft minus the rough knuckles, so he always has his hands on u
- he sleeps in only boxers unless he falls asleep before he undresses
- constantly falling out of bed
- he talks in his sleep,, it’s so cute
- bedhead

hope u enjoyed this bOyyyyy,,, curly is so good 👌💘

you.
you are my moon, my rhythm,
you are safety
you are comfort
you are where I want to be
your touch and your words,
the way your hair feels through my fingers and
your eyes when we are together
memories cover my mind in a soft blanket
that still smells like you.
how you hold me,
when I disappear, when I break
thank you.
for your lips, your hands,
your soft voice, your laugh
how you looked when you first said you loved me
thank you for keeping me here,
keeping me real, keeping me from fading.
thank you for being something to live for.
—  You, A.U.
BTS AS YOUR LAB PARTNERS

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Namjoon :

“Step aside. I got everything under control * breaks Erlenmeyer* My bad * tries picking it up but breaks the tube test at the same time* F*CK NOT AGAIN!!!!”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jin :

“Can you hold this real quick * hands you all the material and takes out his mirror* I gotta check out if my hair is okay,cause’ the googles are way too ugly to mtach my perfection.I’m also hungry~ * takes out food in class even if it’s prohibited*

Originally posted by jitamin

Jimin :

”OMFG WAS THAT A FLAME *gasps*??!!!*gets close to you* See that flame? It’s not comparable to our flame Y/N *smiles* But damn, it stinks though . OUR LOVE SMELLS GOOD UNLIKE THIS CHEMICAL REACTION!”

Originally posted by taehanstic-baby

Taehyung  :

“What the heck is a basic solution? Is it something I’m suposed to know?What does H+ has to do with acidity? I thought it was a letter? F*CK THIS COURSE. i’M DROPPING IT.”

Originally posted by kkuks

Jungkook :

‘’Atoms, Like pardon? What was that? Some kind of seasoning I put in my lamb skewers? And that other thing….  Calcium Carbonate!!! Yeah, does that thing happen to be in my milk , perhaps?This is making me hungry *meme face*”

Originally posted by vmiin

Hoseok :

“ Why are we studying this when we don’t even have any chemistry together * rolls eyes* GOT IT? CAUSE’ like you and I, we don’t have that kind of chemistry? No, okay, I’ll go find another lab partner * walks away*”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Yoongi :

“Let’s get this shit over with and Burn all of it. Bulatorne  * holds briquet* #celebratoryDance”

Imagine Meeting Duff in a Record Store

“I’ll just be a minute.” I say to my friend as I get out of her car, “I really wanna find this record.”

Rolling her eyes at me, “You’re never just a minute in a record store. But whatever I gotta magazine.” Smiling at her while I shut the door.

The smell of vinyl hitting me as I push the rusted door open. Rows of records down long aisles, a man at the front with long black hair says hello and to let him know if I need help. Politely saying thank you as I make my way to the first section. Flipping though, looking at the different covers.

“That’s a real good one ya got there.” I jump, the deep voice startling me in my zoned out state, “Whoa I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Turning around to find a tall, massively tall, blonde man in front of me. His blonde hair standing up in certain places like he’s just woken up. But he’s cute; kinda rough along the edges in his white torn tank top and black jeans, cowboy boots pulled over them.

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Grooming Tips for All My Niggas

Alright, y’all

You’re nasty. Not tryna start nothing, but y’all are, it’s just a fact of nature, niggas is nasty. We smell, look, taste and feel nasty in our natural states. And ain’t nobody tyna get hollered on by a nasty ass nigga. But it’s all good, ya boy got you, we gonna get you looking smelling and feeling fresh as hell so you can go hit the club, or hit the bed. Let’s hit it.

To get started, you gonna need some tunes. I prefer something that’s gonna get you thinking about that one you tryna talk to, like some Badu or Sade, but my homeboy be swearing by Drake, so choose what you gonna wanna kick it with for an hour or two.

Alright, let’s hit it.

1.      We gonna take care of your face first, ‘cause this is gonna take some good time. Y’all know that shaving ain’t no punk for a nigga. We naturally got thick and wavy/curly facial hair, which has trouble growing up through the skin. Any nigga who shaves knows the hell that is your face bumping up, especially under your chin. So go hit the store. Walgreens is gonna have a majority of what you need. Wherever you go though, hit it up and get you some witch hazel and some aloe vera. Less than then bones for the both. Also, get you a double edge safety razor. It’s about $25 for one, and it’ll last you forever. If you a stingy/broke nigga, grab a bag of the single blade Bic disposables, but trust me, save up for the safety razor. It’s hella good for that Black skin and hair, and a nigga don’t wanna be bumpy (and red, for my lightskin niggas) tryna step. For shaving cream, you either need to get that professional shit with a brush, or else get you some olive oil (yo momma/sister/girl got some for her hair, I’m sure). Also, a bar of black soap is made for Black skin and’ll leave you feeling fresh and clean. Ask the Black Muslims, the guys at your barbershop, or hit up AfricaImports.com for some at a reasonable price, because it’s cheap. Go on and lather your face up real good with the soap, and wash with a washcloth in your sink. The soap lathers brown, so you’ll need to wipe down the sink area when you’re done, ain’t nobody wanna find some brown mess all over your sink. Rinse your face off and get your shaving cream or the olive oil, and slather it on your beard. Because there’s only one blade on your razor, you’ll have an easy ass time getting straight sideburns and smooth designs if you want them, but also there won’t be a lot of pull on your beard that leads to bumping. Just be careful with the safety razor, cause a nigga slip once and you got a nice gash to go show off at the spot. Rinse whatever remainders off of your face. The olive oil will have your face feeling smooth. That’s what you looking for. Ain’t nobody wanna lay up with a rough face-having nigga all up on them (PROTIP though, always but a barrier between your face and someone else when you laying up together. Beard stubble is rougher than a mug on someone else’s skin). PROTIP FOR THE BALDING NIGGAS! Shave it off. Niggas look good bald, but not with patchy ass hair.

2.      Hit the showers. You need to wash it all, my dude. Get you washcloth and clean that shit up. Be real thorough especially in your private areas. Ain’t nobody wanna experience yo dick cheese or smell your ass, so especially if your expecting company in that area, clean it out thoroughly. Especially pay some attention to your ass. Get all around, in the hair if you got some, and even rinse out the first little bit of your butt hole. Ain’t no shame in being clean, my dude. Bring a pair of scissors in the shower with you: I prefer the tiny ones with rounded points that they sell for elementary school kids at target or whatever, so you don’t have to worry about stabbing yourself. You don’t need to take everything off, but if you think something’s a little uneven or out of control, trim it up. Your dick looking like Shorty from Scary Movie 2, but you want Scary Movie 1, dude. If your armpits or ass looking thick as the jungle, consider that too, but it’s not as necessary. Rinse off well though, you don’t want no random stray pubes drifting about. Also, scrub your feet down, including between your toes. Wash your hair: hair naturally keeps odour, so if you ain’t washed it in a while you finna be musty, so get it right.

3.      Pat dry, and PUT ON SOME GODDAMN LOTION. For real, ain’t nobody wanna touch up on a dry ass nigga all day (or all night).

4.      Let’s talk about your feet. They’re nasty. Here’s how you can fix that. You have two options. Number one, go get you a pedicure. Ain’t no shame, hell I got some play today sitting in the chair while my girl Nancy lotioned me up, buffed me out and gave me a clear coat for $20. You need a recommendation in Colorado, I got you. Otherwise, go get you some high-quality nail clippers and a nail file. Clip yourself down neat and even, use the file if need be. Now, slather your feet in lotion, I mean slather, and put on some socks until your ready to go. Once you’re ready to walk out the door, change your socks and wipe off the extra lotion. This should keep you mostly moist and smooth down there for a bit. Then your feet won’t be knicking and getting all up on your sheets and your partners legs. If you’re extra crusty, I recommend Crisco instead of lotion on your feet.

5.      Let’s work on your scent. Now you can keep all of those cans of Axe laying around in case you need something fast or you’re not looking to impress on the daily, but anytime you’re looking to smell fresh and sexy, I’mma recommend you get yourself a professional fragrance. Best way to do this is to first learn about notes, what you like, what you don’t like, and what smells good on you. Hit up Fragrantica.com and browse around a little bit, or go over to the department store in the mall and find the little men’s fragrance area. Smell a couple, first sprayed in the air, then on yourself (don’t mix). If you find something online your not sure about, order a decant (they’re small bottles that you can spend less than ten dollars on). Find a fragrance that both you and your target audience will think is fire. Give yourself three sprays: neck/chest area, back of neck, wrists.

6.      If you really wanna be a fly ass nigga, get yo colours right. Know what colours go good together. Look at some models at note the colours. Look at some ladies and note the colours (a lot of them have got this on point better than us, but some don’t, so take a grain of salt with that shit). Here’s a tip: opposites are good. Go find a colour wheel and look at the opposites. Red and green, blue and orange, yellow and purple, etc. Don’t be that nigga who only got one colour scheme either, or that nigga who only wanna wear black, grey and blue. Think about which colours look good with your skin, and make sure your jewellery matches too. For example, I don’t like my skin in gold jewellery or bright orange. I be killing ‘em in silver and turquoise though. Guess what I be stocking up on. You got it.

7.      Brush your teeth. BRUSH YOUR TONGUE YOU MUSTY NIGGA. That shit’s uncomfortable, but it’ll have you smelling right for hours.

8.      Hit the club/date/party/bedroom/whatever. Talk right. Treat people right. Smell fresh. Taste fresh. Feel fresh. Look fresh.

I’ll Pay You Back

I wrote this for the @carryonfanzine and you should all go download it!!(everything in it is so so great!)

Summary: Baz is drunk and meets Simon at the bookstore after causing a huge scene.
Ship: Snowbaz
Word Count: 2437
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/drunkenness

 

Baz

I pop two ibuprofen pills into my mouth and wash them down with a glass of water, hoping they’ll stop the pounding in my head. Thud, thud, thud. It feels like my brain is repeatedly hitting my forehead, causing some kind of irreversible damage to my body and mind. I’m standing in the kitchen of my friend’s apartment, rubbing my weary eyes and hiding my face in my hands. Last night was definitely a mistake.

Dev and I decided to go out for a bit, have some fun to celebrate the last day of midterms. We drove to some pub and bar crawled until we ended up at some house party on campus. There were lots of people and the music was loud. I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. Maybe that wasn’t such a good thing, actually. Maybe I wouldn’t have such a terrible headache right now if was able to. Ha! Doubt it. Dev and I were completely shitfaced about an hour into the party. I had thought it was fun last night, but it might have just been the tequila running through my veins.

I thought I deserved to have some fun at the time. Midterms were difficult. Granted, I did well, but anyone would want a break afterwards. Still, I don’t really think I deserved this. I’m still pretty drunk now, but I think it’s wearing off. It’s a miracle I don’t have alcohol poisoning.

I grab the stickies from the left drawer in the kitchen and write a note to Dev, letting him know I’m heading home. I put it on the fridge and shrug on my jacket before walking out of the flat.

 

Simon

I step into my favorite pair of black jeans and remove my glasses before pulling a white V-neck shirt over my head and torso. I look in the mirror, but everything is slightly fuzzy. I reposition my glasses and look again. Much better. The glasses are the newest addition to my wardrobe, and I’m still having a bit of trouble getting used to them. My doctor told me last month that I’d have to wear a pair all the time starting the following week. I used to wear glasses only when I was reading, which, granted, was the majority of the time, but it was still odd to have to leave them on while I performed basic human activities during the day. Oh well, at least they aren’t completely hideous. A bit big and rounded, with plastic along the top and wire rims on the bottom to hold the lens in, but not terrible. A lot of people wore this style now.

I lifted my cross necklace over my head and let it fall to my chest, resting under my shirt. It was a gift from my ex-girlfriend, Agatha. Even though we didn’t talk anymore, I still liked the necklace very much. I brush out my curls as best as I can and put my jacket on. I grab my wallet, put it in my pocket, and reach for my umbrella on my way out the door.

I ride the elevator to the ground floor and step out of the building onto the street. There’s not many people out today. It’s Wednesday, and the sky is grey overhead. They’re probably all at work or staying inside to avoid the oncoming weather. I wish I could do that, but I need to go to the bookstore. I stayed up for most of the night finishing the second book in a fantasy trilogy about a group of demon hunters in the late nineteenth century. I got so wrapped up in it, I didn’t realize it was almost four in the morning when I finally set the novel down. Needless to say, I must get the last book.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, plug in my earbuds, and select the playlist I made for rainy days. It has a lot of acoustics and a very calm vibe to it. I like it. I walk and listen and listen and walk and think about the film that Penelope are trying to write. Penelope has been my best friend since I started UNI two years ago. We’re both film studies majors and we met in an introduction class during the second semester. She’s a lot like me, but also a lot different, and much better. We share many of the same interests, but she’s far more driven and headstrong than I am. She knows exactly what she wants and exactly how she will get it. She’s amazing.

We’ve been working on a film script for a few months now, hoping to turn it in for our final grade, and hoping to turn it into something real. It’s going well so far, I think. If we finish it on time, we may actually have something substantial on our hands.

I arrive at the bookstore just as it begins to rain. I push the door open and step inside. It’s warm and it smells good in here; like new books, coffee, and bakery pastries. All of my favorite things. I run my hand through my damp hair and walk down the aisle to the young adult section. The covers of all the books are beautiful and unique. Each one encapsulates the book in a different way; they draw you in so easily. The artists had to have worked tirelessly to get their work to this quality.

I’m still admiring the art and scanning the shelves for my book when a tall boy with long black hair stumbles into the aisle next to me. He’s staring at the floor and I’m staring at him, the books long forgotten. He must sense me looking at him, because he lifts his head and his eyes meet mine. I blush just a bit and smile at him politely before turning my attention back to the books. I search for another minute before finding what I want and picking it up off the shelf. I turn to a random page and hold the book close to my face, breathing in its scent. It smells fresh and clean and like, well, a book. Oh, I think to myself, remembering the boy standing a few feet away from me. I really hope he didn’t see that.

I look back at him, but he is paying no mind to me. He’s staring at the books intensely, but his eyes are glazed. I step over to him and lightly touch his arm. “Are you alright?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

The boy turns his head to look at me and says, “Yes.” More like slurs, actually.

“Are you drunk?” I hope he’s not.

“No,” he sounds hurt. “Why would I be? It’s early in the afternoon. I’m not some sort of loser who gets wasted before the day is even over.” He’s still slurring his words. He must be drunk.

“I wasn’t insinuating that you were. It was simply a question.”

“Oh. Well, alright. Sorry,” he mumbles. His hair is falling in his face and for a second I want to reach up and push it back. But then I remember that I don’t even know this boy, so I shrug instead.

“I suppose I’ll see you around.” I tell him.

He raises an eyebrow and smiles with half of his mouth. “Yeah. See you.” I step around him and walk to the small in-store café, book in hand. I could really use some coffee. And maybe a sour cherry scone as well. I pull out my phone and scroll through my Instagram feed while I stand in line. Penelope has just posted a photo of some cathedral in New York City. She’s visiting Micah in America again and they wanted to go to New York for a few days and sightsee. I hope she’s having fun.

It’s almost my turn to order when I hear someone yelling across the store. I slip my phone back into my pocket and turn toward the sound. It’s that boy again. He’s at the counter in the front of the store, screaming at the cashier and waving his arms around frantically. I say excuse me to the people in line behind me, who are too busy looking at the boy with curiosity and disgust to notice me make my way past them. I half speed walk, half jog to the cashier and cut in front of the boy.

“Listen, just give me the book now and I’ll come back in, like, ten minutes to pay you.”

“No, I’m sorry, I can’t. Store policy.”

“I’ll come right back, I swear! I just forgot my wallet,” he’s still yelling and bringing even more attention to himself.

“I seriously cannot let you do that, sir, I’m sorry,” the clerk is apologizing, as if he had any reason to. What was this guy’s problem?

“Fine. Then I’ll just take it with me when I go.” He snatches the book off the counter and starts to make his way to the door. Is he for real? Is this some sort of joke?

“If you walk through those doors, I’m calling the police.”

Even though he’s arrogant and probably doesn’t deserve it, I quickly step up to the cashier and offer to pay for the book. The boy turns his head and looks at me, curiosity evident in his eyes.

“Um, thank you,” he says to me quietly.

“You’re welcome. Now come on, it’s quite obvious that you’re wasted, and that you lied to me, and also that you need something to sober you up a bit.”

He looks at me quizzically. “Alright. Thanks.” We walk back to the café and the people in line pretend to mind their own business while they try to sneak glances at the boy. When we reach the counter I tell the barista my order (toffee nut latte and a scone) and motion for new companion to do the same. He orders a pumpkin mocha breve.

We stand next to each other awkwardly as we wait for our drinks. I’m staring straight at the wall in front of me and he’s staring at his shoes. When the barista hands us our drinks, he mumbles another quick thank you and flies out the door. Fucking weird.

I hold coffee and the bag containing my pastry in one hand and the bag with my book in the other as I walk out the same door the boy ran out of a few minutes earlier. It’s stopped raining, though it’s still quite bleak outside. I’m pulling my phone out of my pocket, getting ready to put my earbuds back in, when someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around. It’s him again. The loud, drunk, and nameless boy.

He shifts his feet and his lowers his eyes to meet mine. “You really didn’t have to do that. Thank you. I can pay you back, like, right now. Well, not right now, because I’d have to walk home first, but you can walk with me and I’ll give you the money when we get there.”

“You’re welcome. You would have been arrested if I hadn’t stepped in, and I wouldn’t want that for anyone.” Especially not someone this pretty. “You don’t have to pay me back, it’s fine.”

“No, really, I want to. It’s the least I can do; you kinda saved my ass back there.”

Now it’s my turn to shift my feet. “Are you sure you don’t mind? And you don’t live far?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay. Then let’s go, I guess.” He walks in front of me, holding his coffee with both hands and lifting it to his mouth every so often. His gait is easy and laidback, like he doesn’t care who’s watching him. He probably doesn’t.

Baz

I slow my pace a bit, until the curly haired boy is next to me. “I’m Baz, by the way.”

“Baz. That’s an interesting name.”

“It’s short for Basilton.”

“Ah. I’m Simon.” Simon. It fits him.

We make small talk on the way to my flat and I find myself genuinely enjoying his company. I learn a bit about him. He’s studying to be a film writer, he has no siblings, he loves mellow music, and reading is his “favorite thing ever.” I tell him about myself and various other stories, including the one of last night’s adventure. He listens and smiles and laughs at the appropriate times. His laugh is light and his smile is cute. It makes his blue eyes light up and scrunch just a bit at the outer corners. Moles are scattered across his tan face and neck; some tiny, some larger, some light, some darker.  

As I’m talking and walking with him, I realize that my headache has subsided quite a bit and I’m fairly clearheaded. I’m fairly clearheaded and I think like this boy. Simon. I don’t want to this to end, so I end up making a “wrong” turn and lead us down a semi-familiar street. That’s when a loud clap of thunder sounds and the rain starts to pour.

“What the fuck!” It was so sudden and different from the sunshine I had been experiencing only moments before.

“Crowley, hold on.” Simon shoves his bag under his jacket and hands his coffee and pastry bag to me before frantically opening an umbrella. I’m still standing in the rain when he tugs on my sleeve and pulls me toward him, toward the small space unaffected by the weeping of the sky. I push my hair back and look him the eyes. He’s staring right back into mine, a hint of a smile on his face. I take another step forward, telling myself that I’m just trying to avoid getting wet. I’m not.

I wrap my hand over his, the one that’s holding the umbrella up over us, and I lean in slightly. He smells like apples and sour cherry scones. His eyes flick to my mouth for just a fraction of a second and I really hope I’m not reading him wrong. I press my lips to already parted ones (mouth breather), and take my hand off his, tangling it in his messy, damp bronze curls instead. The umbrella slips from his grip and falls to the ground, allowing the rain to drench us completely. When I finally pull back, I rest my forehead on his and gently touch his fingertips with my own.

We hold hands as we run the rest of the way back to my flat, the sky pouring down on us.

My very first meet and greet with Ghost

I was so excited waiting in line to see the band I was trying my best not to freak the fuck out (it didn’t really work). One of the stage hands walked by me with Mist bass and Alpha guitar I thought I was going to die right then just seeing the instruments.
Then the line moved and I see the band and I’m low key flipping my shit aka grabbing my new friend Jacob and shaking him.
Then its my turn to get my photo and say hi, Alpha was first and I asked if I could hug him he said sure and pulled me in. I swear to Satan I thought I was going to die right then. He gives wonderful hugs and he smells nice like wood almost? But like better than wood. (yeah I totally sniffed the band what of it?!) Then he told me he really liked my hair! Which is kind of a big deal for me. I change my hair cut and color so often it’s some real validation when Alpha likes it.
Then was Earth and he let me hug him as well he was so precious and tiny it made my heart explode.
Then I hugged Water/Aether and fuck he smelled good too very clean and sweet. Also gives great hugs.
Then I hugged Papa which was a little weird because of his robes I should have gone up instead of down but I touched his hips and I felt my ovaries explode. He also smelled really good almost like candy.
Then Mist, I didn’t even ask if I could hug her she just threw her arms around me and hugged me. I told her how Fucking awesome it is that she is in the band and how she is a fucking badass. She thanked me for being a fan.
Then was Air and fuck I knew he was tall but he is like really Fucking tall and I asked if I could hug him and he said well OK and gave me a little squeeze.
Then Papa pulled me over to him for the picture. He asked me how my night was and I told him it was the best night of my life. He asked if was from LA I told him I was from Reno and he asked if I saw them there. Then I told him how I didn’t find out about them till a week after they played in Reno so I talked my friend into going to Arizona with me to see them.
He told me they might do a show in Reno again and I told him if he did I would buy him and the band a beer. He laughed we took the picture and then I had to get back up stairs.
The rest of the night I was on cloud 9 even after I twisted my ankle and had to sit in the lobby and my phone died so I didn’t take many pictures but still the best night ever.

let me describe what it was like meeting Harry styles. I didn’t get a picture, but it was still a moment I’ll never forget and I don’t even need a photo to remember. So I ran into him on the street (which never fucking happens) and somehow there weren’t a whole bunch of people around him and I was so nervous my heart was practically beating out of my chest and I went up to him, petrified and he looked at me and almost laughed at how nervous I was and then I went “Uh,” and then I held out a hand for him to shake because I’m an idiot and he frowned then smirked and took it, but I got really frustrated with myself and just tugged him against me and pulled him into a really tight hug and I sort of just buried my face in his neck and my breath was really shaky but I didn’t let go and he was very patient and waited for me to let go on my own and then he looked at me straight in the eye and went “that was the best hug I’ve ever had” and I was still shaking and I was still holding onto his hand but he was chill with it and I said “I practiced it with my friend like ten times” and then laughed, while I was almost crying but managing to keep my calm and he smiled really big and let me just say when he talks to you, he stays really close and looks literally into your soul like I had his full attention and I’m really bad with attention and so I had to force myself to look at him and even tho I’ve loved him for as long as I can remember I was kind of uncomfortable with the amount of attention he was giving me but then I continued and said, “I just want to thank you because one direction has been a huge part of my life for five years and you’ve been such a support in the hardest times” and I kinda insulted myself without realizing and he told me “no no no you’re beautiful” and then I started running my mouth and he listened to every word and oh my god he is incredible he is so incredibly polite i’m pretty sure he thanked me twelve times throughout the conversation and asked me if I was ok a billion times and I asked if HE was ok and he looked kind of shocked and then said he was very ok and oh my god he’s the most amazing person in the world and then I was just like ok enough imma leave before I break down so “I should go, see ya” and he sort of chuckled and his voice was super raspy and he said bye and hugged me one last time and then I left and once he was out of sight I started sobbing bc he smelled so good and I had to pry my eyes away from his chest because his shirt was a bit unbuttoned and his hair was up and his cross necklace omg and his eyes were so pretty and his lips were really pink and his dimples omg and his fucking eyebrows and jawline and his skin and his smile and his cheeks were kinda blushy and he was so intimate and real and right in front of me and everything I dreamed he’d be and he actually is a pretty normal person I thought he would be a bunch taller but he stands about 5′11″ at most and he is every amazing thing I thought he was and he is so gentle and kind and then I called my mom to come pick me up because I was alone and freaking out and I got in the car and she was like “omg why are you crying” and I was like “I just met the love of my life” and she was like “why is that a bad thing” and I told her the story and at the end, we both talked at the same time, me saying “and he won’t remember me” and my mom saying, “he’ll probably remember you forever” and I swear to god that day ruined me emotionally and this is the biggest run on sentence I’ve ever seen.

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Photo Story: Ok, so I’m in the line for my first photo op ever with jensen and feeling a little nervous, but as soon as he turned to have eye contact with the next girl in line, and had eye contact with me instead, I stopped being nervous. It was weird, like if my mind was telling me “hey it is jensen, the guy you’ve known for 12 years, there is no reason to be nervous” so I felt calmed and comfortable really quick.

Then came my turn and we had eye contact again. I walked in and said hi, he replied “Hi sweetheart” with a smile, and stood beside me with his hand on my back and his eyes over mine all the time while I was telling him about my 3 photos:

Me: So I want 3 hugs. A normal hug.
Jensen: ok (nodding)
Me: A hug from behind.
Jensen: ok (nodding again like being obedient)
Me: And another hug with silly faces.
Jensen: ok. Got it.

As soon as he said that, he turned his body to me and made me turn against him. He was the one to pull up the poses, I did nothing but put my arms around him, he was the one that guided me all the way moving me along like a doll. And with such gentle and slow moves that made me feel like if he was taking care of the moment to be perfect for me. He is an amazing guy and you can feel it when you are close to him. He really wants you to have a grate moment. After the 3 hugs, I turned to say thank you and he smiled at me again, not pulling his hand away from my back till I was completely away from the photo zone.
NOTE: HE SMELLS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!!! AND HE IS AN ACTUAL RAY OF SUNSHINE. His skin is really clear and soft you can see the big amount of freckles everywhere. The green of his big eyes is surreal, and his hair is more like a golden light brown than it looks on tv. Photos don’t show how attractive, gorgeous and handsome he is on real life. And don’t make me start talking about his voice…. It is mind blowing how deep and sexy his voice is.

Story of the whole 3 photo ops with Jensen on my last post…
But there is something special on this one. I put my hands over his after he grabbed me from behind putting his arms around me. So for his hand to be actually over mine, he had to have moved his hand later on. :D things you notice when you see the printed photo. 

Story of the whole 3 photo ops with Jensen on my last posts…. There is nothing to say for this photo. I just wanted silly faces, and even that was not the face I wanted to do, and at the begging I didn’t like this photo, now it started to grow on me because I love jensen’s face. A friend told me it looks like if he where saying “she is mine” and i were saying “HA! Suck it” hahahhah so now I like it.
Oh yeah! And that is his autograph over there. :D

Writing Prompts: NSFW/SFW prompts (3rd installment!)

1. “Get on top of me, babe.”

2. “Let’s do it on the sofa together.”

3. “I…think I just got turned on by your friend’s accent.”

4. “Quick, before other tourists arrive in this dorm.”

5. “Shall I climb on you then?”

6. “No, I’m fine, I don’t need my own bunk. I’m happy to share.”

7. “What say we couples book two private rooms next door to each other and see who can annoy our neighbours more all night?”

8. “I love it when you take off your coat like that.”

9. “Can I smell your hair? It’s intoxicating me.”

10. “We’ll be in our bunk.”

11. “Let’s book a dorm for six, so we can have all the bunks to ourselves.”

12. “Maybe sneaking downstairs to do this wasn’t such a good idea.”

13. “Let’s see if we can do it real quick while we’re in this gondola. No one will see, promise.”

14. “Let’s see how steamy a sauna can be.”

15. “Private pool, with all the luxuries. And make sure no one disturbs us for the next three hours.”

16. “These walls better be soundproof. Things might get a little noisy here.”