but you make my stomach warm

MBTI Types as Pick-Up Lines
  • INFJ: Can I follow you? Because my mom told me to follow my dreams.
  • ISFJ: When I’m older, I’ll look back at all of my crowning memories, and I’ll think of the day my children were born, the day I got married, and the day that I met you
  • ENFJ: I write your name in the sky but the clouds blow it away. I write your name in the sand but the waves wash it away. I write your name in my heart and forever it will stay.
  • ESFJ: Since we’ve been told to reduce waste these days, what you say we use these condoms in my pocket before they expire.
  • INTP: Dang girl, are you an appendix because I don't understand how you work but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out.
  • ISTP: Hey boy, are you sleep? Cause I don't get nearly enough of you and it's ruining my social, emotional, and over all mental health.
  • ENTP: I was recently diagnosed with a rare disease called cryoaudiovascularia. It prohibits proper blood flow to the ears, causing them to slowly freeze and fall off, slowly spreading to the inner ear and finally to the brain. There is no known cure, except one. My ears need to be constantly warmed, and the only known material soft enough is the inner thighs of a pretty girl. So I need you to sit on my face for medical reasons.
  • ESTP: I bet I can kiss you on the lips without touching you. *kiss* Oh what a shame, it seems like I lost the bet.
  • INTJ: You look familiar, didn’t we take a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.
  • ISTJ: Most people like to watch the Superbowl cuz it only happens once a year, but I'd rather talk to you cause the chance of meeting someone like you only happens once in a lifetime.
  • ENTJ: I'm an army recruiter, and I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place and "be all you can be."
  • ESTJ: You know how I got these guns? *points to biceps* Lifting children out of poverty.
  • INFP: I blog about you sometimes.
  • ISFP: Of all your beautiful curves, your smile is by far my favorite.
  • ENFP: Fascinating. I’ve been looking at your eyes all night long, ’cause I’ve never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them.
  • ESFP: Hi, will you help me find my lost puppy? I think he went into this cheap motel room across the street.
Stay for the night

So… I had this idea earlier today and I’ve been working on it since 3PM. I hope you guys enjoy it and please let me know what you think! Lots of love, B xx

The house is empty and silent, much different than when you first arrived and the last bottles of beer and wine have been tossed in the bin just outside of Harry’s kitchen. You’ve managed to tidy things up a bit, make the house less messy than when his drunk guests left almost half an hour ago and now, after washing your hands from the sticky remnants of beer that got all over them while you cleaned up, you can finally try and find him and bid your goodbyes.

When you do find him, he’s sitting on his couch, legs spread open and a hand resting on his tummy, his head tipped back and resting against the back of the couch, a frown on his forehead and his lips pressed in a tight line - if you didn’t know better, you’d say he’s fighting nausea but you know the truth. You know he’s just about to pass out and sleep for the rest of the night on his couch and the only thing he’s waiting for is for you to leave - he’s too much of a gentleman to let you just leave without saying goodbye.

Smiling, you stand between his legs, one knee resting on the small bit of the couch that’s available and you lean forward, hand reaching for the curls that fall across his forehead, your fingers pushing it back in a slow rub against his scalp and he hums in appreciation of the gesture.

“Everyone’s gone.” You inform him, thumb smoothing across the frown lines on his forehead and he relaxes under your touch, his face turning softer, his lips opening around a sigh of contentment. “I’ve cleaned up so you don’t have to do it tomorrow.”

“Didn’t have to.” He says and you can see his sleepy green eyes open to glare at you, but the effect of his intended angry stare is just a grumpy and pouty, too sleepy to look menacing stare. “‘M a grown man, can do my own cleaning.”

“Know you are…” You giggle, cupping his face in one of your hands and rubbing your thumb across his pouty lips. “Just wanted to help.”

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Mr. Hemmings

To be honest, you don’t know where this new found confidence is coming from since you’re normally a red face blubbering mess in front of him. Maybe it was the wink he sent you this morning or his eyes constantly roaming down your body, whatever it was made your confidence boost and let your wild side escape.

Originally posted by irweicake

Words: 5.5K

Request: No

Rating: R [A HIGH AMOUNT OF DOMINANCE AND TALKING DIRTY] 


The sound of your bedroom door creaking open and the shutters of your blinds getting pulled up had your eyes beginning to peal open, the sunlight shinning through the curtains had a hiss falling from your lips as you turn your body over to look at whomever decided to disturb you so early in the morning.

“Y/N what time did you go to bed last night?” Your mom questions as you hear her wining your window open. The sound of birds chirping and lawn mowers shaving long strands of grass begin to flutter into your ears.

“I don’t know, two maybe four in the morning?” You respond while groaning and throwing your head into your pillowcase, the softness of the pillow comforting you as you let a please sigh slip from your lips.

“Really Y/N! Why were you up so late?” Your mom ask with such frustration in her voice that your actually scared to look at her, but you’re actually relieved when she sits down at the foot of your bed and begins to rub your calf in her thigh.

“I was binge watching The Vampire Diaries sue me.” You say, voice muffled because of the pillow but your mom lets a tired sigh fall from her lips before pinching your calf gently.

“You shouldn’t be doing that. It’s bad for your body.” Your mom says, only leaving you to blink your eyes open and roll them.

“Ugh.” You groan before turning around in her grasp and looking up at her, the sunlight somewhat blinding your eyes.

“It’s the truth Y/N, anyways freshen up. Breakfast is downstairs and I need to talk to you also.” Your mom states while rising up and off the bed, her warm skin leaving your body, causing you to pout.

“What do we need to talk about?” You ask while raising up, your left hand coming up to cover your eyes from the beaming sun as you watch your mom begin to walk out of your door. “Come downstairs and you’ll find out.” Is the only thing she says, causing another groan to fall from your lips before you hear the door slam shut, making you stand and  walk out your bedroom and straight to the washroom.

You quickly brush your teeth and wash your face before you hop in the shower, the feeling of the warm water hitting your cool body had a please sigh slipping through your lips as you quickly washed up and hopped out.

You made your way into your room and quickly put on your under garments before lotioning your body up, the scent of coconut in the air as you walked over to your window with your towel wrapped around your body just in time to see your beautiful neighbor.

Just a few yards away from you, you saw Mr. Hemmings just getting out of the shower also, his body glistening with water as a white towel was loosely wrapped around his hips. His once blond hair now resting dark amongst his forehead, he brings his hand up and brushes it out of his face, making his body look so lean and slender.

A satisfied moan slipped from your lips as you watch Mr. Hemmings continue to paste around his room, continuously looking around for something that he lost. You watch as his body begins to walk towards the window that reflects yours, his arms reaching out and pulling open a drawer that is conjoined to his desk, his arm moving around like he is searching for the item before pausing and looking up towards you.

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Two Months

Request: friend zoning shawn to the point where he is begging to get out #request but rly u were too scared to let shawn in

a/n: HI!! i’ve been working on this one for quite a while and it’s finally done!! yay!!! thanks for being so patient with me everytime i pushed the upload date back lol but anyway, i hope you enjoy!! random side note - my family and i ate 5 pounds of potatoes at dinner tonight lol 

okay now enjoy reading and tell me what you think when you’re done!!

Your name: submit What is this?

- 8 months ago –

          Most people would think that sitting in a back room would be the most unentertaining thing in the world.  But when this back room happens to be filled with three of your closest, and backstage at the LA Staples center, a back room sounds more entertaining than any other room.

           “How long did he say the meet and greet lasted?”  Brian piped up as he threw a red skittle up into the air.  The skittle bounced off his nose and landed on the ground.

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BTS reaction to you sleeping on their chest

A/N: this is my first reaction, I hope everyone will enjoy it^^

Rapmonster (namjoon): He would be sitting comfortabely on the couch in the living room with an open book in his hand. You were sitting next to him as his shoulder was resting around you so you could lay your head on his chest. After a while it would be really silent as he was reading his book so he looked down just to see your sleeping face. He would be smiling sheepishly because of your fair skin which made you look like a little baby.

“why do you have to look cute in everything that you do?”

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

Jin (seokjin): It would be a lazy sunday when you two would be lying on your shared bed. You’re head was resting on his chest as his arms were wrapped around your smaller form. “jagi? jagi…Y/N?” he would ask confusedly as you didn’t laugh at his dad joke. He would turn his head towards you and instantly would widen his eyes as he saw you sleeping soundly on his chest. The little snores that escaped your throat was everything to make him know that you were deeply asleep. Slowly getting up without waking you up, he took the blanket from the far end of the bed to tuck you into it. He tiptooed out of the room to make his way to the kitchen. He was planning on making a little soup for you because of the hunger that always grow into you when you wake up.

Originally posted by jjilljj

Jhope (hoseok): You two would be sprawled out on the floor of the practice room after a few hours of dancing. Because of the sleeveless top you were wearing you could feel the coldness of the floor hit your skin so you rolled over to your boyfriend’s side. “Im cold.” you murmured as you snuzzled your face in his chest. “Come here~” he would embrace you into a tight hug as you instantly felt warm because of his body heat. His stomache then made a weird nose, making his lips form an ‘O’ shape. “jagiya~ is it fried chicken or pizza for tonight?” he asked and felt slightly embarrassed for the loud noise of his stomache. “Y/N?” he would ask softly as he didn’t receive a respond. “aww~” he looked down to see your chubby cheek pressed against his chest as you selpt. “my jagiya is the cutest!” he would be internally fanboying over your cuteness.

Originally posted by nnochu

Suga (Yoongi): It was late at night when you entered Yoongi’s studio with some snacks and coke in your hands. You decided to bring him some food and not to sleep despite him being busy lately. He didn’t have the time to eat properly because of his hard work for their upcoming album so you always made sure that he was fed. “Y/N, I told you to just go to sleep.” he whined and watched you sitting comfortabely on his lap. “it’s past midnight and you haven’t eat anything, you worry me” you pouted and laid your head on his shoulder. He softened because of your words but still went further with his work. After two hours he finally finished and leaned back in his chair as he embraced your form tightly. “I finished” he said but got silence in return. Looking to you, he would realise that you fell asleep. He would snuzzle his nose against your temple and carry you to your shared bed. 

Originally posted by yoongles

Jimin: you two would be lying in each other’s embrace as you cuddled in bed. His mascular arms encircled itself around your waist to pull you onto his chest as you giggled cutely, making him also giggle. “I’m tired” you whined and laid your head against his chest as you totally relaxed. “sleep then” he said and brought the blanket up to cover your body which was in a pyjama. His soft stare would be fixated on your sleepy face as he sang a lullaby. Your eyes closed itself slowly until you deeply were asleep. “sweet  dreams, cutiepie” he whispered and kissed your head lovingly. 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

V (Taehyung): After a long session of playing with your puppy, he would fall asleep under the table as you made your way to your boyfriend who was lying on your couch, watching a movie on the TV. “taetae~” you would beam and lay down on his chest. “hm?” he asked and kissed your cheek as you looked up. “let’s cuddle” you suggested and received nothing else but his famous cute smile in return. “only if you won’t fall asleep” he challenged. “deal” you accepted his offer and immediately laid back down as you clutched onto him. Taehyung counted to thirty and looked down to see you already asleep on his chest.”this girl” he shook his head and putted his oversized sweater over you to keep you warm.  

Originally posted by helendrv

Jungkook: you would be lying on his broad chest as both of you laid on the sofa, him being busy playing games. “jungkook~” you whined for the millionth time that day. You were eager to go outside because of the good weather but he told you that he first had to win the game. You just shrugged it off but it has been two hours since he started to play that game and it worked on your nerves. “wait jagiya…I almost finished” he said but you already gave up as you turned your head away from the TV. Silently falling asleep you embraced him tightly, making it difficult for him to move his arms. He sighed and also give up. “you won” he said in between a sigh, thinking that you were playing with him until he looked own to see you fully asleep on his chest. He would widen his eyes and let go of his controller as he embraced you too, giving you his warmth so you peacefully could sleep. 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

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Just Right

MASTERLIST

Requested. No. I just really wanted to do something fluffy about Shawn admitting his feelings for you. Kinda sucks but who cares 

Word count: 2,016

She was so insanely beautiful. The kind of beautiful people write songs about, the kind of beautiful I want to write songs about.

Even when sleeping deeply with her messy hair in a bun. Even with her mascara smashed out under eyes. Even when she laid here in my lap and those cute, little snoring noises slipped out of her unflawed rosy lips.

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Sweet Dreams

Summary: Soft Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 340 (short and sweet!)

A/N: whipped up this drabble for my love, @nottheopera! Hope this helps, amor.

Originally posted by minmiin1d

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Peter Parker walking in on you naked (Headcanon)

Originally posted by shoot-the-smiley

lol here’s a part two to my previous headcanon “Walking in on Peter Parker naked” !!! hope you all enjoy;)

also gif makes me ;,))) bc tom is my love my heart my everything wow i love

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- peter has not been able to think straight since you saw him naked

- his mind kept floating back to the way your bright eyes scanned his exposed figure, your teeth peeking out to bite your bottom lip in angst

- that look drove him absolutely crazy

- you were’t able to focus as well

- seeing that beautiful boy completely vulnerable and exposed before you caused your hormones to wrack your body day and night

- nothing but awkward eye contact since the ‘event’ happened

- cheeks tinted red as you would both look up at one another

- “so, my place tonight? 7?”

- “always” peter would say, lips curling into a sweet and bright smile 

- wow you lOVED HIM WOW

- you’re sitting on the couch, watching a movie with your feet in peter’s lap and his arms resting on your leg

- your eyes float to his intense gaze on the screen before you and can’t help but smile as you gaze at him

- peter’s fingers are absentmindedly rubbing against the rough skin of your leg as his eyes focus on the movie

- the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach is growing as is tOUCH CAUSES YOU TO SHIVER

- but anyway, bACK TO REALITY

- there’s a funny part in the movie that makes you laugh

- but it cAUSES PETER TO FLIP HIS SHIT

- HIS LOUD LAUGHTER ERUPTS THE ROOM AND THE SODA HE HAD IN HIS CUP IS NOW SPLASHED

- ALL OVER YOU

- “PETER WHAT THE FUCK”

- H E A D A S S

- “Y/N OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY”

- the liquid seeped through your blue t shirt and covered your jeans

- thank god your shirt wasn’t white or else it would’ve showed your bright blue bra underneath

peter’s eyes weren’t focused on the wet material sticking to your skin tightly, 

- they weren’t at all

- you groaned before swinging your legs from peter’s lap and made your way to your bedroom to change

- “motheroffuck peter it wasn’T THAT FUNNY JESUS CHRIST-” you scremaed as you opened your bedroom door

- peter’s cheeks flushes red as he rolled his eyes and hollered back, “THE OCTOPUS WAS SUCKING HIS FACE HOW COULD I NOT LAUGH?!”

- your eyes rolled as you swung open the drawers searching for a new shirt to throw on

- except you forgot to close your door

- hahaha fuck

- peter sat blushing in your living room as his attention was no longer on the tv

- he fELT BAD

- really, bad

- he bit his lip in concern and got up

- his plan was to go back and apologize because you seemed really upset

- he doesn’t want you to be upset because that makes him sad:(

- awWW HE CARED

- for something so little wOW

- but, what he expected to walk in on wAS THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE

- “hey, Y/N, I’m sorry I really didn’t mean-”

- oh my god

- no 

- before him was you, standing in the middle of your bedroom, stripped down in nothing but your underwear

- his warm brown eyes immediately turned a shade darker and his heart dropped to his stomach

- his eyes filled with lust, as much as he hated to admit it

-his widened with desire as yours widened with fear

- you froze, eyes meeting his as your realized you had nothing to cover your upper chest area

- your mind shut off as well as your voice as you just started at peter in complete embarrassment

- ALL YOU WANTED TO DO WAS CHANGE YOUR STICKY CLOTHES AND NOW YOU WERE STANDING IN FRONT OF THE CUTEST BOY IN THE WORLD N A K E D

- neither of you dared to utter a word

- the HORMONES FLYING IN THE ROOM WERE SO EVIDENT WOW 

- peter felt his tongue peek out from between his lips as his dark eyes daringly moved slowly down to the curve of your hip

- his heart beat rapidly in his chest as he saw your knees weaken and his eyes trailed your curves lovingly

- he knew what he was doing was so, so wrong

- but his adoring eyes couldn’t help it

- he loved you

- :,)

- “Uh-Uhm, Peter? C-could you close the uh-”

- he snapped out of his trance at the sound of your nervous voice

- “O-Oh, yeah. S-sorry-”

- hIS ASS APOLOGIZES AFTER A GOOD THIRTY SECONDS

- bOth your faces were so flushed you couldn’t even process wHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED

- YOUR HEART WAS BEATING OUT OF YOUR CHEST BECAUSE

- the way peter had stared at you with such adoration made your cheeks grow hot and your stomach knot

- peter parker had just seen you basically naked but your mind was elsewhere<3333

- peter heavily sighed as he made his way back to your living room, his mind flushed with nothing but thoughts of your vulnerable state bc hORMONES?? BUT ALSO LOVE??

- yes peter was so fucking in love with you wow

- “SO i guess we’re even now?” he heard you holler jokingly from your room

- a smirk like smile grew across his pink lips as he shoved his hands into his pockets

- :))))))

- “thank god for soda!” peter yelled back

- uHM PETER?? THINKS?? HE’S??? SLICK???

- HMMM

- a smirk makes its way onto your lips as you remember

- peter parker had seen you half naked

- but you had seen him completely naked ;)) 

- wOW SNEAKY TEEN HORMONES OK THAT IS ALL BYE


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The One Where Everyone Finds Out

Originally posted by parkrpeters

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Dad Tony Stark x Reader, The Avengers x Reader

Request: Can you do a Peter Parker imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and they are secretly dating and get caught making out by like everyone on the team except for tony and try to keep it a secret but he finds out and freaks out but then gets chill! Sorry if it’s super confusing! Love your work! (by @savannerlovesbananers123 )

Word count: 900

A/N: I’m sorry, this isn’t the best thing I have written but I hope it’s what you wanted and that you’ll like it! :)


The rest of the team was on a mission, you and Peter were the only ones staying at the compound. You two decided to spend the night watching movies and cuddling each other. Moments like these didn’t come that often. Peter was still pretty new on the team and you didn’t want your dad to find out that you two were dating. He would lose his mind if he found out that his dear Spiderling is dating his dear daughter. You two had to be really careful if you didn’t want to get caught. I mean you lived in a place filled with superheroes. So, tonight was your night, the team wasn’t coming back until the morning.

You put on the movie and joined Peter on the couch. You had seen the movie before and lost interest halfway through. You cuddled Peter while he was still watching the movie. Your hands felt cold so you decided to warm them up under Peter’s shirt. He was always so warm and cozy. When Peter felt your cold hands against his stomach he jumped a bit. “I’m sorry I just wanted to warm up my hands” you said with a sheepish smile and kissed him quickly. Few minutes later you two were making out on the couch. The movie was long forgotten. 

Suddenly you heard someone clear their throat. Both of you froze. Slowly you two let go of each other and saw Steve, Bucky and Sam standing in front of you with crossed arms. “What is going on in here” Steve asked with a small smirk. “Oh shit, you two are together? Great now I owe Natasha twenty bucks” Sam groaned. 

Originally posted by hopeinloveinfinity

“What – um- what are you doing here?” you asked still in a slight shock. “The mission ended early. Now explain this” Steve said pointing his finger between you two. “Well, um, we have kind of been dating for the last two months and I would really like if my dad didn’t find out about this so could you please keep your voice down?” You explained quickly fearing that your dad could be coming up any minute. 

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The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut


Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

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My headcanon of how the reylo cliff scene will play out.

Ahch-to, sixth months after the destruction of Starkiller base…

“You’ve been busy,” Rey shouts over the violent sea wind that swirls in the space between them. “Did you find what you’ve been looking for?”

“You know I have, Scavenger.” Kylo Ren ignites his lightsaber at his side and its unstable crackle seems to drown everything out. Rey doesn’t reach for her own lightsaber, which is still secured to her belt. She stands her ground, waiting for him to come at her. She appraises the jagged scar that bisects his face, feeling a quick burst of pride at finally seeing her handiwork.

“I’m here for your master,” even though he speaks quietly, his words swirl through her head across the distance between them.

“I have no master.” Rey juts her chin out defiantly, knowing he won’t expect this.

He arches a single eyebrow, his head almost imperceptibly twitches towards the temple at the top of the island as his hair whips around his face from a massive gust of wind. He knows they can both feel Luke’s force signature up there, tucked away. Hiding like the coward he is.

“How did you find us?” She shouts at him, fists clenched at her side, itching for a fight and waiting for him to make the first move.

‘You know how.’ His lips don’t move but his words fill her head nonetheless. Her jaw clenches tightly, teeth grinding together at the invasion of her mind. At this close proximity, it is impossible to keep him out. Just as it is impossible for him to keep her out of his own mind.

‘You call out for me every night. It is all I can hear, all I can feel. You consume my entire being, your longing drives me to the brink of insanity.’ His thoughts are again forcibly pushed into her mind. The invasion of his words is excruciatingly warm and soft as his presence ripples along the edge of her mind.

“Enough!” She yells, hand finally going to her lightsaber. She draws it and lights it in one swift arcing motion, the cool blue glow pooling around her. ‘You know it isn’t me that’s calling for you.’ She adds as an afterthought, almost not meaning to send the thought to him. Only when his expression darkens does she realize he heard it too.

“So you think it is our bond alone that calls to me?” He is talking out loud now, approaching her at a steady pace. His upsilon class shuttle left empty behind him, awaiting the return of its pilot. “You think it’s the bond that whispers my name feverishly in its sleep?” His lightsaber is still dangling in a lazy grip at his side.

They are closer now, only a few aching meters between them. Rey stands her ground, gripping her lightsaber in a fighting stance despite the fact that he has yet to raise his.

“The bond that is practically singing now that we are finally together again?” He almost sounds hopeful. The hard affection in his voice makes her stomach turn over. She thinks of Han tumbling from the walkway on Starkiller. She thinks of the last time she saw Finn, unconscious and kept alive by machines. She thinks of Poe slumped in a chair at Finn’s bedside, whimpering in his sleep, nightmares of having his mind torn to shreds keeping him from getting any rest.

“The bond that is just another in a long list of atrocities committed by you,” she hisses at him, palms sweating against the warm metal of her lightsaber. She adjusts her grip.

“Oh, my dear Scavenger,” his lips peel back from his teeth in a grim smile, he shakes his head as if he regrets it, “you are so, so mistaken. This bond is your doing.” He sounds so confident and sure that it causes her to hesitate. He feels the doubt sinking into her and latches on to it. “You’ve known all along, you just don’t want to admit it to yourself. You pushed back into my mind.” He reaches up with his free hand and taps his left temple. “You created this connection with your clumsy and amateur fumbling into my head.”

“Liar!” She regrets the word as soon as she shouts it at him, he can see her weakness now. Her anger.

Her accusation seems to encourage him even more, his grim smile transforming into a more genuine one, which is the scariest she has ever seen him look. He looks as if he is a predator sensing an opening, ready to pounce on its prey.

“This is why you need me to teach you, you are too powerful for your own good.”

“I have a teacher,” she responds sharply, trying to school the tone of her voice into something calmer and more even.

He raises an eyebrow at this.

“A teacher,” she clarifies, “not a master.” Luke’s words to her when she had first arrived on Ahch-to float through her mind and she knows that Kylo can hear it as well. ‘It’s time for the Jedi to end.’

“Whatever you call him,” Kylo shakes his head as if to forcibly remove the voice from his mind, “I am here to destroy him.”

“You will have to go through me,” she straightens her back, preparing for him to come at her with that red abomination of a blade. He narrows his eyes. He can’t understand why Luke isn’t here, why would he send his student out to face Kylo alone? Surely he knows that there is no way she could best him in a fight when he is at his full strength as he is now.

“No, I need you alive,” he responds in a tightly controlled voice, still not making a move with his ignited lightsaber. The saber spits and hisses like it is dying for its chance to maim and destroy.

“You need me alive or your master does?” Rey knows it probably isn’t wise to taunt him.

“I do. I need you alive,” Kylo brings his fist up to slam against his own chest, she isn’t sure if she is indicating himself or his heart when he hits his left side. “Snoke wants you dead.” The treason falls from his lips and he is quaking with the release of it. The traitorous thoughts that have been broiling inside of him all this time are finally voiced.

“Then why not kill me?” She is whispering, she knows he can hear her perfectly fine even though the wind eats up her words as they spill out of her mouth.

‘You know why.’ His expression softens.

White-hot anger burns through her, at first she thinks it is coming from his end of the bond, but then she realizes it is from within her. An untapped well of anger is overflowing and tearing through her entire body, threatening to engulf her. Anger at him. Anger at herself.

She makes the first move, charging towards him with her saber in a two handed grip. He barely has time to wipe the startled look from his face and bring his own saber up into a defensive position. Their blades crackle viciously as they come together and she pulls back again to hack at him. She has practiced lightsaber forms tirelessly since Starkiller, she can be graceful and precise. Right now, she is a violent and angry creature trying with single-minded determination to cut him down. In the back of his mind he acknowledges this is the most beautiful she has ever looked to him.

It is all he can do to block her attacks without going on the offensive. She is backing him towards a cliff that drops off into the tumultuous sea below. He thinks about reaching into her mind and stealing her consciousness as he has done before, but he can’t muster the concentration necessary as she rains strike after strike down on him at a relentless pace.

His heels scrabble against the edge of the cliff and he dodges her last blow, sidestepping her and hoping she catches herself before she tumbles over the edge. She doesn’t. He reaches out with the force to try and stop her fall but it is too late, she has already disappeared over the edge.

He leans over the cliff, stomach twisted into a knot. He knows she didn’t die on impact because he can feel her life force still connected to his. A dark figure is sinking beneath the waves below.

Without another thought, he drops his disengaged lightsaber in the grass and dives after her.

The water is ice cold and the current is unforgiving as he tries to locate her. He unclasps his cloak and kicks it away, the heavy fabric is dragging him down and only helping the water as it tugs him in every direction other than towards Rey. He sucks in one last breath and dives.

The silence beneath the waves is terrifying. He has grown so used to catching glimpses of Rey’s random thoughts and emotions since they forged their bond that the lack of her incessant inner monologue is deafening. He finally catches sight of her, she is slowly drifting downwards. His grandfather’s lightsaber is sinking like a rock beneath her almost as if it sacrificed the heavy weight it bore to allow her to hang suspended in the murky water.

Her hair has been jostled loose from the tight buns and is fanned around her. He calls out to her mind, not with words but instead with a sense of urgency and panic. There is no answering feeling from her end of their connection.

He kicks towards her and wraps an arm around her waist. Her body is limp and arches backwards as he drags her to the surface. His pulse is pounding in his ears so loudly that it feels like it is the heartbeat of the ocean itself.

When they finally breach the surface he smooths her tangled hair back and pats her face with his sopping leather gloved hand. He pulls her head up, cupping her cheek.

“Scavenger,” he murmurs, “Rey, wake up.” He lets his forehead fall onto hers, trying to delve into her mind. It is silent, so terrifyingly silent. He can’t take it. Even when she sleeps he can hear her, or at least get an impression of her feelings. The nothingness is all consuming and far too cold.

The waves are still swirling around them and tossing them like a wayward piece of flotsam but Kylo clings to her as if she is the one keeping them afloat.

After too many painful moments, she splutters and the violent coughing fit is the best sound he has ever heard. He grips her waist tighter and slides her up his chest, making sure she is above the water and can gulp down the precious air she has been lacking. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist and her grip is like iron on his shoulders.

“I’ve got you,” he soothes a hand down her lower back and she is still gasping desperately, a dead weight in his arms. Of course she wouldn’t know how to swim. It’s only by the grace of the force lending him strength that he is able to tread water for so long and hard enough to keep them both alive.

She looks down at him, startled, realizing finally where she is. She yanks back from him and he tightens his grip on her, not willing to let her fall back beneath the water. Not willing to admit how complete he feels holding her after so much time spent skimming along her mind, capturing the pathetic scraps of thought and emotion she would drop for him.

“I’ve got you,” he repeats in the same soothing voice, but this time it isn’t a reassurance for her and is instead a declaration of victory. She finally sags into his arms, the tension leaving her body, trusting him to keep them afloat. She buries her face into his drenched hair.

“I know,” she whispers.

the sun was in the sky, shining unusually bright among the white and puffy clouds. despite the numerous rays, the atmosphere was not heated, but warm, like butterflies in one’s stomach or the chirping of a bird in a tree. the whole world felt bright, calm, peaceful.

happy.

magnus couldn’t help but smile as he felt lips so familiar and as sweet as champagne (and making his heart pound and whirl like the bubbles in the festive, sparkling wine) press kiss after lingering kiss all over his face, each kiss accompanied with whispered words of “i love you” “you’re my everything” “you’re so beautiful” “i missed you”. the welcomed presence of alec lightwood was all around him as the shadowhunter was practically in his lap as they sat on the couch on the balcony. the already honeyed and soft air was accompanied and caressed with soft laughter and kisses that were sugary, delicious and as rich as the finest dessert.

magnus laughed and turned his head to the side, trying to read a report sent to him that morning from a client in venezuela. this didn’t deter alec in the slightest, following him and pecking his cheek and jawline.

“kiss me.” alec hummed against his skin, low and raspy and content, and if that didn’t make magnus weak in the knees, nothing else would. still, he remained strong, looking over alec’s shoulder to read the report, giggling as he felt alec’s fingers try to move his jaw towards his eager and kiss deprived mouth.

“patience is a virtue,” magnus sighed, smiling softly and alec settled for placing kisses along magnus’ neck, slow kisses that were deep and were carefully placed. “give me a few minutes, then i will kiss you to your heart’s content, alexander.”

“honestly, if you told me to wait a lifetime, i would do it,” alec mumbled, his lips brushing against magnus’ throat with every word. “I meant what I said, I can’t live without you.”

magnus’ breath hitched and he almost dropped the report altogether. even though him and his darling alexander had made up a few days ago, had kissed under the stars on that tipsy and dreamy night, a night that tasted of victory and freedom, his declaration still shook him to the very core.

magnus slowly set the report down behind him and nudged alec so that his face would reappear from where it was tucked into the crook of his neck. god, he had missed alec in the morning. hair wild, smile sleepy and soft, always so touchy and cuddly and wanting nothing more than to stay in bed with magnus and trade kisses and hold him. wearing magnus’ sweatpants and an old t-shirt, he looked absolutely dashing, a smudge of flour still lingering on his face after he had offered to make magnus pancakes, probably wiping his cheek absentmindedly in the middle of the process.

magnus hoped that alec knew one hundred percent that he had captured his heart completely and was very much alright with it being in his possession.

“I missed you, you stupid shadowhunter,” magnus whispered with a bit of a chuckle but with clear sincerity, brushing his nose against alec’s as his hands cupped alec’s face. alec crumbled at his touch, inhaling magnus’ cologne and his shampoo and the other various scents of their home.

“i’m never going to leave you ever again,” alec replied, kissing the corner of magnus’ mouth softly. “please never let me go.”

magnus responded by pulling alec in for a hug, their legs tangling and their hearts both pounding but the feeling of security and love radiated from their embrace as alec tucked his head into magnus’ shoulder.

“don’t you have a report to read?” alec asked after a few minutes and magnus pulled away, disbelief on his face.

“unbelievable. one minute ago, you didn’t care!” he smacked alec’s chest playfully. “you absolute menace, you.”

“just keeping my beautiful boyfriend on track is all,” alec said innocently, pecking magnus on the lips. “go, do what you need to do. I’m not going anywhere.” magnus grinned, remembering the last time he said those exact same words to alec what felt oh so long ago. he untangled himself from alec’s arms and legs and stood up, still holding alec’s hand.

“let’s go to lunch later, okay? How does mexican sound?”

alec kissed magnus’ hand in his adoringly. “sounds fantastic.”

they stayed like that, holding hands before magnus pulled slowly away, his fingers sliding out of alec’s while backing away towards the door, both of them beaming at each other in that way that let others around them know that they were utterly in love.

for the first time in weeks, both magnus and alec felt complete.

and it took magnus quite a while to stop smiling so much that his cheeks hurt and actually start reading that stupid report.

“You don’t love him.”

he challenges, a small smirk appearing on his thin lips.

“Excuse me?”

“You can’t.”

“He makes me happy,“ I retort.  I cross my arms and stare defiantly up at him.

“Sure.” He shrugs. “I didn’t say he didn’t. But you don’t love him. He doesn’t get under your skin the way I did.”

“That’s a good thing.”

 

“You keep lying to yourself. You say he makes you happy, but it’s not the happiness that I made you feel. It’s not the tingle in your fingers and the butterflies in your stomach. You like him cuz he’s safe. He won’t hurt you. He’s smart and funny and kind, but he’s oh so safe.”

 

“Safe is a good thing.”  I nod at him firmly.

“Not for you. I can see it in your eyes. You want recklessness. You want fiery passion. You want danger. In fact, I think you need it. You thrive on it.” He steps closer, breath warm on my face. One hand slips gingerly around the small of my back and the other rests on my cheek. My breath catches in my throat. He leans down, lips just brushing my ear.  My skin prickles with goosebumps, and a smile sneaks it’s way onto my face.

“See? I told you.”

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write

the-dark-is-my-home  asked:

What about a switch??? Jimin is the tattoo artist instead (cuz jimin with tattoos 😍😍😍)and Jungkook is a shy bunny that thinks "i should get a tattoo". Yoongi has connections (cuz i imagine him with tattoos sometimes and its just 😍) then Jk gets scared shitless the last minute but forgets everything when he sees Jm

  • “You would look soooo good with a tattoo right here, Kook” says Taehyung, pointing at the younger’s collarbone.
  • “You know I’m scared on needles!” Jungkook pushes him away laughing.
  • “You’re a grown ass men and you are scared of needles? Awww such a babyyy” teases the other. “I’M NOT A BABY!”


  • A few week later, Jungkook is standing in front of one of the most famous tattoo studios in Seul, cluthing a piece of paper to his chest.
  • “hello, how can I help you?” a blue-haired boy is looking at him with a sharp gaze that makes his stomach twirl.
  • “Uhm yeah… Uh… I want a tattoo…?” oh god, what is getting himself into? Tae I’m gonna kill you if I survive.
  • “Oh, you have to  talk with Jiminie then. I’m the piercier. Yoongi. Nice to meet you…?”
  • “Jungkook.” he shakes the incredibly warm hand of the man.


  • “So, where do you want your tattoo?” a lovely boy asks him. Holy shit. This guy looks way to angelic to work in this place. To be  the owner of this place.
  • “Uh… on my collarbone. See, my friend Taehyung said that they’re my charming point so..” “Yeah, they’re nice, but I think your eyes are way more charming.” wait. Is he trying to flirt?
  • “I’m sorry, I tend to talk too much when I’m nervous” Jungkook plays with the hem of his yellow sweatshirt, such an odd contrast with the black of the room.
  • “No worries, we are not gonna do the tattoo today so you can relax” Jimin is smiling at him from behind his desk, pushing back his orange hair and showing the geometric figures on his arm. “Can I see the drawing you want to tattoo?”
  • Jungkook hands him the piece of paper,feeling the cold point of the other’s middle finger. A spark runs through his back.
  • “It’s nice… did you draw this?” Jimin asked, following with his eyes the delicate lines of the lunar phases impressed on the paper. “Yeah” he answered.
  • “Impressive. Come here next friday at 6 pm. I know it’s late but I’m really excited about this tattoo, so I’m gonna do it after the closing hour.” with that, Jimin said goodbye to a very nervous - and a little whipped- Jungkook.


  • “So you’re an art major? No wonders this drawing is so good” the orage haired guy tries to distract him from what’s about to happen.
  • “Yeah… I really love the moon. I love it so much that I’m getting it tattooed.” Jimin laughed, and that sound made the younger’s heart combust: such a beautiful sound, coming from a beautiful person.
  • “Well… maybe you could work here? Not tattoing but just drawing… you know… easy stuff” Jungkook scoffed “I’m sorry, you probably don’t have the time to do that. It’s just that it’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a talented hand.”
  • “I’ll take your offer in consideration, Jimin”
  • “Jimin Hyung” corrected said gy, turning on the machine.
  • Jungkook can feel his heart beating so fast it might explode. Or stop. That’s how I’m gonna die, in a fucking tattoo studio so black it seems Marilyn Manson pucked inside here and with an insanely hot guy breahing on my fucking collarbone. Wait what?
  • “Calm down, Jungkookie. I know you can do this” he hears Jimin over the buzzing noise, but most importantly he feels a hand pressing on his chest and a small thumb carressing the skin there.
  • He concentrates on that hand, and not the one that’s holding a very pointy needle (FUN FACT: all the needles are pointy).
  • He can also feel the hand on his chest being lifted. “I’m sorry, I’m a really touchy person. Sorry if I made you unconfortable”
  • “Please, keep it there” Jungkook says before even thinking about it. The hand on his chest is back, and he joins it with his own, breathing deeply.
  • When his heart is back to normality, Jimin positions his hand near the younger’s collarbone, and starts working: the pain is dull, the only thing that makes him frown is that noise that can hear over his thoughts.
  • the sound, however, can’t muffle the feeling of Jimin’s breaths on his collarbone.


  • “Jungkookie! I have a work for you to do!” Jimin yells from his room, and the younger immediately stands up and walks towards it.
  • “yes?” Jimin smiles at him and signales him to take a seat next to him at his desk. Jungkook blushes.
  • “I want…” Jimin lays his head on his little hand covered in rings and looks at Jugkook through his heavy makeup “..you to draw a tattoo for me. I could do it… but I like your style better.”
  • “Jimin… I’m flattered but… I don’t know if I can… I mean I-”
  • “I’m not asking. I’m telling you to do it.” The older winks and rufflles the other’s soft hair.


  • “What??? You want me to tattoo it? No way, Jimin. What if I make a mess? What if I ruin your body?” Jungkook is definitely panicking.
  • “You’re thinking too much. Just do it. Trust me, Jungkook.”


  • “I love it” Jimin says while watching a very focused Jungkook tattoing his ribs.
  • “It’s not finished yet. Shut up. Stop talking. Stop breathing, it makes your chest move.” The orange haired laughs at it, almost making Jungkook do a line that wasn’t supposed to be there.
  • “What the fuck Jimin?? I could have make a mistake! and then you would have it for all your fucking life! Listen I can’t do it- he was definitely panicking- I can’t, I’m not a tattoo artist, I’m just an art major, I just draw, Jimin,I can’t pretend to be a tattoo artist I ca-”
  • Something soft landed on his lips and now is pressing on them. 
  • “Can you calm the fuck down?” Jimin says on his lips, breath fanning over them “I know you can do this, baby” fuck it.
  • Jungkook presses their lips together again, earning a smile from the older who’s caressing his collarbone. That collarbone.


  • Jungkook was calm through the rest of the session, focusing on Jimin’s now inked ribs, while the guy stroked his dark hair, both of them smiling and taking breaks from time to time to kiss. God bless Tae and his crazy ideas.
Giving a hand Pt.8 [BTS Smut]

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GENRE → Smut

PAIRING → You and BTS

SUMMARY: Your work is not the typical job, you give hand jobs for money, but instead of feeling ashamed by it you’re comfortable with it. Until a man offers you to work in his company, where you would use your abilities to please seven guys.


You absolutely hated Mondays. There was nothing good about them. You had college, and classes at 8am were the worst because your teacher was the kind of teacher that made everyone want to rip their eyes off. And the worst of all, you were always late on Mondays because you just couldn’t force yourself to wake up. And that was every Monday, except this one.

“Yeah baby, just like that.” You moaned, your fingers curling over Jungkook’s curls.

“You like that?” the boy asked, his big doe eyes staring between your legs, and he looked so happy that made your heart jump.

“I love it, don’t stop.”

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Something Sweet

Dean x Reader

Ice cream for breakfast leads to something sweeter.

Warnings: NSFW, Fluff, making out, explicit smut quickie, hunting injury.  
WC: 1669 On AO3

A/N: This is for @atari-writes Birthday Challenge- Happy Birthday! Prompts are L and #8 in bold. And for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog RomCom Fluff Challenge, Prompt #52 from Never Been Kissed in bold italics. 


It’d been a rough hunt. Sam, Dean, and I had been ambushed by more vamps than we expected, and barely made it out of there alive. Two hundred miles later we were home and as the Impala rolled into the garage I slowly opened my eyes. Dean turned the car off and looked over his shoulder.

“Wake up, sweetheart. We’re home.” He opened the driver’s side door and crawled out before opening the backdoor. “Can you walk by yourself?”

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Trying Something New (Smut)

MASTERLIST

Request: Can u do a kinky Shawn smut??? Thanks!!

Word Count: 1,663

Trying Something New

From Favourite boy toy: Hey babe, just letting you know, I land at 5 today. Can’t wait to see you.

To favourite boy toy: Yay, I miss you so much. Mine or your place then?

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halerogers  asked:

sterek + “I just kissed your forehead, chill.”? <3

AHHHHH CHARLIE!!!! I LOVE FILLING PROMPTS FOR YOU OH MY GOSH! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! (ALSO ON AO3!)

“I just kissed your forehead, chill,” Stiles said, rolling his eyes as he plopped down in the comfy armchair by the other end of the couch, folding his legs to set his ankle on his knee. He picked his biochemistry book up from where he had set it on the floor, resting it on his thigh as he cracked it open, flipping through the pages until he found his desired page.

But Derek could not chill. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Because Stiles had just kissed him.

Yeah, sure, Stiles had a point, he had just kissed him on the forehead, but still! It was still a kiss! Regardless of where exactly it was!

The important part was that Stiles had just kissed him! How could he be expected to chill after that? It just wasn’t feasible.

He had been ass over elbows for the hyperactive, unbelievably intelligent, too-curious-for-his-own-good teen since the first time he had met him. At least, he had been unconsciously. It had taken him a little while to realize it and once he had, he immediately launched into a vigorous campaign of self-loathing and self-denial, reminding himself at every turn why his feelings were stupid and wrong and irrefutably unrequited.

For quite some time, a few years, in fact, Derek had downright hated himself for his attraction to Stiles, having sworn off love and romance and attraction years ago, once after Paige’s untimely death and again after the fire that had claimed the lives of almost his entire family. But then Stiles had waltzed into his life, trespassing in more than one way, and tossed all of his plans to live the rest of his miserable life alone right out the window

Over years of working together, even before they were officially pack members or even friends, and regularly saving each other’s lives, the initial spark of Derek’s interest had been stoked into a slow, constantly burning fire that resided somewhere deep in his heart. Now, every time he so much as saw Stiles — or heard his voice, or received a text from even, or even just remembered something about him ― a warmth radiated through his body that felt like a ray of sunshine coursing through every fiber of his being, rushing through every vein and capillary in his body.

Derek was pretty sure he was in love with him.

He loved the way Stiles never held back with anything he did in life, thrusting himself into whatever he chose to do, whether it be researching the most recent supernatural threat, or ferreting out as much information as he could about reports of hunters, to diving headfirst into his college courses or learning how to make all sorts of healthy foods to keep his dad’s heart healthy. He loved Stiles’ razor sharp wit, never at a loss for a snappy rejoinder or sarcastic remark, in spite of whether or not it was appropriate to be making such sardonic comments, or perhaps because of it.

He loved Stiles’ selflessness, at time disturbingly willing to lay down his life for those he cared about, leaping into harm’s way more times than Derek could, or at least more than he cared to, count. He loved the way that Stiles wasn’t afraid one bit to be himself, never paying any mind to those who sought to discourage him or put him down, growing more and more confident with each and every passing day.

Hell, it was useless to list everything he loved about Stiles because he loved everything about him.

Every nuance of his facial expressions ― the way he furrowed his brows when he was concentrating, the way his lips twisted up at the corner when he smirked, the way his temple twitched when he was angry. Every behavioral quirk ― the way he dotted his i’s, the way he chewed on the drawstrings of his hoodies and the sleeves of his obnoxious flannels, the way he hummed under his breath when he did the dishes or folded his laundry.

The only problem was that he didn’t love Derek.

Derek had, quite foolishly, convinced himself that he might actually have a chance with him when Stiles had officially made the announcement that he was bisexual, but the newly out teenager had never made any indication whatsoever that he had interest in him. That had been over a year and Derek had since given up all hope that Stiles might ever harbor any romantic feelings for him, resigning himself to a life of unrequited pining, sure that Stiles would never show him any ounce of affection that wasn’t purely platonic.

And then he went and kissed Derek like it was no big deal. Granted, it was only on the forehead and he had a valid, non-romantic, strictly platonic reason to do it.

With the moon tucked away in the shadow of the earth during a late autumn lunar eclipse, Derek was just about as human as Stiles was, leaving him vulnerable to all sorts of things like regular bullets without the wolfsbane and other types of weapons. Apparently, it also meant that he was able to contract human illnesses. Like the common cold.

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BEHAVE

SUMMARY - With Steve on a mission and Bucky in a meeting , you decide to have a little fun sexting. Things get dirty when Bucky comes back from the meeting . 

WARNINGS- daddy kink .SMUT , NSFW GIF , oral (MR , FR), phone sex 

WORDS - 3k+

A/N - This was completely Taw @supersoldierslover idea . Thank you so much . You know I love you .And I am so fucking happy that you liked it . If any warnings should be added pls send me an ask . I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable.


[ insert Steve and Bucky image , since my stupid wifi wasn’t uploading a pic]

Walking around the tower , eating biscuits , listening to music , talking to few of the agents , you spend the last hour waiting for Bucky to come back from the meeting .

2 WEEKS . Two weeks since Bucky and Steve were sent on different missions . Two weeks since you had seen either of them . Two weeks since you had touched yourself . Two weeks since you were properly fucked . Two weeks filled with burning desire to be filled , and to orgasm . But you still remember the last words uttered by your boyfriends before leaving for their mission .

“No touching . Okay baby doll . Behave and you will be rewarded .”

There was no way they’d know if you did pleasure yourself , but you wanted to behave . You knew if you refrained until the time they came , you’d cum harder than ever .

But now Bucky was back home in the tower , but you couldn’t do anything . The meeting was sure to last another hour . So you decided to have a little fun of yours .

You went back to the room , put on your sexy matching lingerie that you knew both of them liked .

It was pink in colour . They liked it because you looks sexy and innocent at the same time.

You stood in front of the mirror admiring the way it looked .Picking up the phone in your left hand , your right hand under your panties , you clicked a picture and send it to the group chat that you guys created for the three of you . A little teasing wouldn’t hurt .

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anonymous asked:

Hey ! I know requests are closed but I was thinking maybe you could keep this in your list of possible ideas if you're ever stuck, i just read the Snapchat cosmo article about how the writer wore lingerie for A week to bed to see how it changed her and her boyfriends sex life and thought that could turn out really well if you wrote something like that

There will be a blurb for each day of the week (not posted on each day, I’m not a machine).  So there will be 7 of these.  Enjoy Monday.

Monday

“Why are you doing this anyway?”

“Because I don’t want him to get bored.”

“Is there a reason he might get bored?”

“No.”

“Then, I’ll ask again.  Why are you doing this?”

I pushed the dressing room door open, ignoring my best friend Angie’s question,

“How does this look?”

Angie was bored and I understood why she was bored.  For the last three hours I dragged her around to every single lingerie shop within a 20 mile radius.  I’d even gone to Victoria’s Secret in the hopes of finding the last bit of what I needed.  

My name was Evelyn Lawrence and I had just graduated college a year ago.  Since then I’d been kind of rootless.  I had a degree in journalism but I didn’t really know where I wanted to work or what I wanted to do with it.  I didn’t think I wanted to be on the front lines during war or anything but maybe a cushy job at Entertainment Tonight was more my speed.  But in order to get anywhere, I needed to start writing.  Which was easier said than done.

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