can you see your reflection too

anonymous asked:

You thought you were safe. You thought you could sit there, and stare at a screen with nothing looking back. But something is, and it can see you. Tucked inside that little black camera reflecting the light even now, only it's not there any more. You're reading this, you've noticed it. Now you will never find it, even when it's looking over your shoulder with that slight breeze passing over your face as it breathes, barely noticeable up until now as your very thoughts make it real. It's too late

Very spoopy 10/10 spoops. I hope no one is watching cuz I’m taking a bath rn so that’d be awkward af.

Ways to Love Yourself

1. Know yourself
You cannot love someone you don’t even know.

2. Accept that you have strengths and weaknesses. You have skills and problems.
Do a SWOT Analysis (strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, threats) of yourself if you want but remember, opportunities and threats are external. You don’t have control over them. But you can use your strengths and improve on your weaknesses, both of which are internal, to handle the external.

3. Disliking certain things about yourself is normal. That gives room for improvement. Improve. Don’t be lazy and choose the path of self loathing.

4. Forgive yourself
Understand that making mistakes is the way to grow. If you hadn’t fallen on your bum a couple hundred times you would have never learned to walk. If as a baby after one fall, after one mistake of breaking something, you would have decided to just sit in the corner and never try again, you would still be sitting there with the broken pieces. Don’t do that. Learn from your toddler self. Get up. And the only way you can do that is by forgiving yourself.

5. Accept that as of now you do not love yourself.
Lying to yourself won’t eventually lead you to believe it as the truth. Lying to someone you love is not a way to love them.

6. Disregard what others say about you. So much of the good and bad they tell you really has more to do with themselves; their mindset and mood, their motives and interest. Don’t let people fill in blanks for you. That won’t lead to a happy ending, it won’t lead to a story you can call your own.

7. Be patient with yourself, be kind. Being hard on yourself is a really stupid thing to do. It isn’t productive, it isn’t one bit effective and it is completely unnecessary.

8. Discard the idea that you are breakable. Reject the concept that someone can leave you broken. They can hurt you, yes and they can cause you an immense amount of pain but they cannot break you. You aren’t made of glass. Give your cells a little more credit. Give your heart a little more of it too.

9. When you realize that the grass is greener on the other side, don’t draw up plans to ruin that grass or come up with a way where you can camp on it and abandon your own grass. Instead, take a trip to the shop to buy some fertilizer and tend to your own grass. Upskill yourself constantly.

10. Learn new things. Invest time and energy in things that interest you.You didn’t learn to play piano in school but always wished to? Who said there is an age limit. In most cases the saying, ‘it is never too late’ stands absolutely true.

11. Look yourself in the mirror. You can admire or just observe. Look into your eyes. Look at your reflection. Just look. Have a see in what’s inside. Don’t look away. Have the courage to see the truth.

12. Spend time with yourself. Buy yourself flowers if flowers are what you love. Don’t wait to meet the right person to do the things you always wanted to. Go star gazing, skinny dipping. Solo travel. Do whatever you want to and can. Write your future/past self a letter. Cook yourself a meal. Buy yourself some ice cream. Click goofy selfies.

13. Learn to accept compliments. Be graceful. All you have to do is say ‘thank you’. And please don’t feel the immediate need of returning the compliment. You don’t always have to give when you get. Especially when you don’t really have anything to give. A ‘thank you’ and a smile are more than enough.

14. Learn to be okay in silence. The voices in your head? They terrorize you, I know. But trust me, they go away. They go away if you face them. There are no demons in your head. These are just echoes of your fears and insecurities. Listen to them. Breathe deep. Know that they are weak. Face them head on. And then ask them to leave.

15. Accept your body. However it is or it isn’t. It has accepted you in every possible way. Accept it and see how it accepts you even more. Accepting doesn’t mean not changing something that you can in a healthy way. It only means that your love is unconditional. Your love is whole. And that is the only way to love yourself. Wholly.

—  creatingnikki 

Dear Signs, It’s Okay

Dear Aries,

You are a fireball of energy, blazing through life. You want to savor it’s rawness and be strong in all your might, and you are strong. But it’s okay to cry, and let the softer parts of yourself show- even for a moment- even if it’s just to yourself. Because deep down, through all that strength and valor, you still have the innocence of a child. Not everyone will understand what it’s like to be so authentic in the core, and that’s okay. You are you, in all of your wholeness and that should be shameless. Your childlike innocence doesn’t take away your strength, it gives you an impenetrable shield.

Dear Taurus,

When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Do you love the person staring back at you, Do they fit the definition of what you find as beautiful? Look deeper, past the skin, past the tangible, and feel- do they feel Beautiful- If not, why not? If the answer has anything to do with other people, listen close. Beauty is subjective but you embody it, you are Earth in her purity, natural and cunning. It’s okay if you don’t always see, but always try to feel it. People don’t always understand the beautiful things in life and that’s okay, as long as you are aware of it yourself- you are akin to a flower blooming. No matter the petals, you are aromatic, intoxicating. Not everyone stops to smell the flowers, but take this as a reminder you always should.

Dear Gemini,

You are a whirlwind of everything around you, and it’s quite remarkable. No one can pin you down, as you can hardly grasp yourself. You are a curiosity, as no one understands you, some days you don’t understand yourself. That’s okay, life is about perpetual learning, and not just about knowing. Knowledge may bring comfort, but it doesn’t secure it. You are a tornado, and it’s natural not everyone can keep up, and that’s okay. You are light-hearted being, with light that needs to dance and smile. Don’t let anyone take your smile away, and or erase the many facets of who you are. With so many faces, you aren’t fake, you’re just multi-dimensional.

Dear Cancer,

You are sensitive and passionate, with a hard shell protecting everything you love. Life comes to you in phases, and you follow your passions wherever they may lead you. You shine brightly in the dark, when all is still. You are a contradiction, like most wonderful things- hard on the outside with a softness inside, both nurturing but harsh. It’s okay to be all of these things, and it’s okay to trade them out through time. You are the moon, and the moon is constantly reinventing herself.

Dear Leo,

You love fearlessly and boldly, and not everyone can handle that. Some are blinded, some are envious, but that’s okay, as long as it doesn’t dull who you are. You shine for those around you, because you love them and you need to know they love you too. It’s okay to love like you do, it’s okay to shine as bright as you do. You have a childlike adoration, and attention serves as validation. Praise strokes the fire in your heart, just remember not everyone has learned about love in it’s pure form. Love them as you would any other stranger, because they need it just as much, but don’t let it drain you. It’s okay to love the world, just know when to it’s time to move on, and be someone else’s sunshine.

Dear Virgo,

You are the oil in the gears that make the world run smoothly. You are anxious, making double sure you’re perfecting your part in the world. It’s natural to want to feel appreciated, as you do so much for others. You might not always do the glamorous things, or be in the center, but you always are doing something. It’s okay to want to be thanked, it’s okay to want to be adored- because you deserve it. Just know, you have to appreciate yourself before anyone else does. Some people don’t see all of what you do, and you can’t change that. You can change who you service, and you can change how you percieve yourself. Always remember to adore yourself, and give yourself credit for everything you do. Without you, this world would be chaos, so remember you are important.

Dear Libra,

Who are you ? I’m sure you ask yourself this quite a lot, and it’s okay if the answer changes daily. It’s okay if the answer changes, because whether you believe it of not, there is no definite answer. People around you may seem solid in who they are, but their not, and that’s okay too. You are not less than them, and you a more than just a reflection, even if that’s others see you. Your identity is fluid, and it changes based upon the people- and that’s why being alone sometimes can be so scary. You are left unarmed as to who you are, with only the scraps of thoughts to keep you together. And sometimes those thoughts aren’t so pretty, and that’s okay, because you’re also more than what ugly thoughts have to offer. You are beautiful, in and of yourself, you are an egnima.

Dear Scorpio,

You are a curious being plopped in a curious world. There is so much mystery, so much hidden depth. Of course you want to explore it all, to you, there is no such thing as an unanswerable question, and every wonder has a right to be answered. This frightens the world at large, because the world isn’t always ready for the truth you bring. It’s okay that you wonder those questions, no matter how dark or taboo. This isn’t a fault with you, because the world is heavy in denial. This is your virtue, because you walk the path so many are hesitate to glance down. Always ask, always discover, always seek, just remember security isn’t always found in the answers. Sometimes the answers break the security you thought you had, and this begs more questions. It’s okay to vulnarable, it’s okay to be exposed sometimes, especially to those who mutually love you, as you love them. Perhaps it’s this way, you’ll find the answer you’re looking for through yourself? But that’s just another question you’re going to have to answer- and it’s okay if there’s more after that.

Dear Sagittarius,

The world is an adventure, and an experience to indulge in. You are a wildfire, untamed and wild, It’s okay to wander. Beings like you aren’t meant to be caged, you are meant to drift and discover, to teach all those who listen. It’s okay to want to befriend the world, just remember not everything is friendly. You know this, but you’re brave and luck always seems to be on your side. It’s okay to believe in luck, always count your stars while you can. If by some stroke of chance you loose them, know that you can always find them again, or better, create your own lucky stars.

Dear Capricorn,

The world is dark, it is hollow, but you fill a much needed crack within it. You are the cement that holds the foundation for many different people, and that’s why the world feels so heavy. It’s okay to feel brittle after holding so much weight for so long. It’s okay to feel exhausted, because this world is mericiless and you brave it well. Your ambitions is what carries you and the ones you love. Just remember, you are also human, and not a machine, even if others don’t see it that way. Remember that, it’s okay to rest, and that you can always carry on in the morning.

Dear Aquarius,

When people imagine colors that don’t exist, they think of you. You function on a plane that many people never ventured on, because so many people are afraid of what they don’t know. You embody what people are afraid of, not because you’re scary, but because you’re different. Different- that’s an adjective that’s used so much in reference to you, it’s practically a synonym to your name. You are just you though, and that’s the magic of it. It’s okay if people don’t understand you’re unique sense of self, it’s okay if they don’t understand your compassion for the world. Its okay if some nights are lonely because you feel misunderstood, some things aren’t meant to be understood by everyone. You aren’t alone for this, you are united because of it. It’s through your eccentricity that will bond you with the few people that truly understand.

Dear Pisces,

The world consumes you, as you unknowingly consume it. You a radar of sensitivity, picking on the undercurrents that most people don’t notice. Some days it feels like your drowning in those waves, and no one understands. They don’t, and that’s okay. They don’t understand you, because often times, they are half blind to the world around them. You hold unimaginable depth, and some people don’t know how to handle that. You are a sponge, soaking up the world’s vibrations and empathy. This may seem like a curse, but it’s a blessing to see the world so vibrantly. This world consumes you, but that’s okay, because you also have the power to capture it.


*check sun & moon*

Aries: “The floods have passed. You won.you stand victorious now, gold medal around your neck. You have conquered and won every required.  Let the flames come roaring home. Let them carry your spirit, because I know you’re tired. Let joy fill you again. The time for war cries have passed, it is now time to sing. Let the flames drape you in warmth and illuminate world. Let them restore all that has been laid to waste. It is the healing era.”

Taurus: “You’ve been at war against change for so long, ironclad in your stubbornness. If only you could see that this time is going to bestow your wings upon you. Preparing for you to take flight; from a caterpillar cemented to the ground, into a stunning butterfly. You just have to be willing to take the leap and enter your chrysalis first. This is no easy feat since there is no instant gratification here. You must put in the effort and persevere. You can do it.”

Gemini: “Time to grow quiet and reflect. You’ve wallowed in naïveté, and played in a childish mindset for too long, my dear. Being loud, screaming and laughing, jumping up and down until the ceilings rattle with joy. It’s time to silently ponder and deliberate carefully; especially in regards to what fate has in mind for you. It may not always be easy, the road may be rough. But hold on. Have faith that it all changes with time.”

Cancer: “I know sometimes the change looks scary, but it’s time to let it come. You already wore the crown and your reign was glorious. Let someone else take the stage, and pass the baton. You aren’t stepping down, just stepping aside. You don’t always have to be the image of sheer perfection. Let yourself fall every once in awhile. Being held up on a pedestal has to get exhausting every once in awhile.”

Leo: “This is it, your shining moment. All eyes on you, watching you light up the room like the sun. Take the risk, step up to the plate and give it your best shot. Aim your arrow and point it true. You cannot miss. Be sure of your steps because you’re heading in the perfect direction for you. We are all cheering you on. Can’t you hear us? We want nothing but the best for you right now.”

Virgo: “The world applauds you for all that you’ve done, but the time has finally come. Lock the door, lay down, close your eyes and breathe. Feel the weight of the world fall off your shoulders.  You do not have to carry the burden of everyone’s sins anymore. You are not responsible for kissing every single scraped knee better, and mending each broken heart. Allow yourself to focus on what you need. You can’t expect to save anyone if you yourself are drowning, my dear.”

Libra: “I know the storm is raging. The thorns sprouting from your blooming roses deprive your buds of the little sunlight they initially had. You’re feeling just as suffocated and trapped right now. Everything around you is a whirlwind of chaos, but don’t let that break you. Stand stronger than the storm pounding against you. Learn to make yourself big, even in the smallest of places.. Purchase some weed cutters; treat yourself to a solution, even if it’s temporary. Have faith in knowing that the storm will pass and the sun will radiate once more.”

Scorpio: “Heed my warning you stubborn child. Listen to me, I’ve been here before. This isn’t criticism or condemnation. It is just firm advice from someone who only wants to see the best in you. Who only wants to watch you succeed. By allowing the red haze of fury to cloud your mind, you surrender your better judgement. Every time you drink the poison you lose another piece of yourself to make room. The pressure builds inside you like a volcano and when you erupt; your pride, and joy will be your only casualties. You’re strong enough to let this shit go so, do it.”

Sagittarius: “Your words drip like venom from your fangs, digging under others skin. I know you think it shouldn’t hurt, but god does it ever. And yet, here you are, a beacon of optimism with a grin plastered on your face. What a beguiling cluster of traits you are. I can’t figure you out, and I suppose I’m not meant to. But if we could find some kind of peace that doesn’t give me anymore scars or leave you any more upset, I would call that a victory.”

Capricorn: “You’ve locked yourself in a tower for so long. Thinking that the only way to stop missing the sun’s warm glow is to never feel it in the first place. Open yourself up again. I know it terrifies you inside. But just because it gets rather cold some nights doesn’t mean the heat isn’t worth it. You can’t survive on your own forever. Eventually you’ll need to reach out. Just know I’m here waiting. Hand outstretched, waiting for your firm grasp.”

Aquarius:  "Time to look forward to a new sunrise. Grab your jacket and let’s go! You have so much to show the world and so much to accomplish. The church bells are ringing for you. Your time has come. They are calling you, coaxing you into glory. Do not be scared, this is the blank page you have been craving for. You just have to take the risk and jump. To push your fears aside, leave them behind. They won’t do you any favors.“

Pisces: “Use your innate strength as fuel for your inner flames and utilize them. You are a goddess and you own that shit! Time to start acting like it. Make these flames dry your tears, make them dance for you beneath the spotlight. Use them as a shield, or a deadly weapon. Make them your tool to carve art onto every inch of your world. Whatever you do, just make it yours. Because, Honey if you can tame the roaring flames within you- you can tame anything”

—  This Week In Astrology (Co-Written by @babygirlastro )
Jojo Fights

PART I
Jonathan: Sunny Delight Overdrive!
*one meaty Hamon-infused punch into an exploding zombie face*

PART II
Joseph: No, but you see, when you tore off that square of toilet paper, you were not actually destroying my channel of Hamon, but simply bringing the ply that I infused with the Ripple even closer to your face! Now you will say, “But I already wiped my nose with it!”
Pillar Man: But I already wiped my nose with it! *explodes into a pile of molten Aztec god* (Pillar Man, to self: Little does Joestar know that my duodenum has survived his Hamon blow, and shall slip into a Switzerland-bound envelope along with the Red Stone of Aja!)

PART III
Jotaro: Yare yare daze…you though your stand, a werewolf that can turn its claws into knives, could defeat my Star Platinum. But you didn’t prepare for this, the Star Kneecap! *Star Platinum’s kneecap flips over and flies into the air, turning into a moon that burns the werewolf with silver light* ORA ORA ORA!!!

PART IV
Josuke: you thought your broken stand, Blood Sugar Sex Magic, could level this block. But you didn’t count on what I can do with broken things.
*Crazy Diamond reforms a flattened stop sign Josuke is standing on, flinging him directly at the enemy’s face with a hail of punches*
Josuke: DORADORADORA!
Enemy stand user with a normal but mildly uncommon Japanese name: Alright, I’m your friend now.

PART V
*Mista takes a hail of razor tipped leaves to the chest and collapses to the ground.*
Mista: alright, you may have me on all f- threes and another hand, but as soon as I reload, you’re fucked!
*Giorno steps from the shadows*
Giorno: ah, yes, I was also here but decided not to do anything until my friend was eviscerated. *heals Mista* Ah yes, now, Mr. Pischetti N. Meatbalzo, here is another thing my stand can do sometimes.
*Gold Experience punches Pischetti, sending him reeling with sensory overload as he perceives time too fast for his body to handle*
Gold Experience can also do this thing.
*turns one of Mista’s spent shell casings into a scorpion that runs up Pischetti’s trousers. Pischetti then crushes it in a panic, collapsing his own ribcage and killing him instantly.*

PART VI
Vera Wang: ah, you see, you’ve fallen for my trap. You opened a bottle I left on the floor filled with water that reflected the light of my Stand, All Eyez on Me, and now your stomach is going to fill with Sasquatch hair until you turn into a cryptid.
Jolyne: Yare Yare dawa…how pointless. See, I increased the tensile strength of my stomach’s string and had Anasui shape it into a Klein bottle. Now I can never be filled with any kind of cryptid hair.
*Diver Down retracts from Jolyne’s body*
Anasui: can I smell your hair now?
Jolyne: no, Anasui

PART VII
Johnny: Yeah, come out and play, you shit head gunslinger! (To self: calm down Johnny…don’t blow all your fingernails in a panic)
Money Cash: Alright there partner, looks like I found you!
*Johnny fires off three of his fingernails in a panic, missing Money Cash completely*
Money Cash: Now, don’t go getting any crazy ideas. My stand, Sorry Ms. Jackson, prevents any kind of injury unless you beat me in a game of Battleship. Also my cousin has the same stand for some reason.
*Johnny panics again, firing off another 4 fingernails.*
Johnny: Gyro, halp. Gyro, pls.

PART VIII
Sato Aparachin: ah, my stand, Rock Around the Clock, cannot be bested. See, I am a rock human. And despite our many glaring weaknesses and no real advantages, I believe myself invincible!
Josuke: ah, see, but my Stand, Soft & Wet, has plundered your ability to win. I have taken its bubble into myself, so now I can double win!
Sato Aparachin: alright, that hardly seems fair.
Josuke: It isn’t. Can you help me find muh memories?
Sato Aparachin: No, I hate you. Stay away from muh fruit
Josuke: Muh memories!
Sato Aparachin: muh fruit

Love Always Wakes the Dragon

(and suddenly flames everywhere)

It could be worse. You do have all the luxuries befitting a princess, though one charged with treason. But a gilded cage is still a cage. And the prospect of withering away in this, the tallest tower of the Palace of Asgard, in the same place where your once-betrothed will live and marry and rule from, it’s almost too much to bear.


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Thor x Jotun!Reader
word count: 4067
warnings: brat prince Thor, unprotected sex, oral sex, hair pulling, choking

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Soulmate AU Tropes #2

You only find out who your soulmate is after they die 

Your soulmate’s hair colour matches your eyes (eyes colour changes when they dye their hair) 

Soulmate tattoos, but only your soulmate can see them. (extra: one half is dead set on pretending they can’t see anything) 

Every time your soulmate has a new favourite song, you can hear it in your head (this can potentially get pretty embarrassing) 

Eye colour changes based on soulmates mood, ex: red eyes when they’re angry

Being able to see every colour…expect your soulmate’s eye colour, until you meet them. 

When you look into the mirror you see your soulmate’s reflection, not yours 

Only being able to see in your soulmate’s favourite colour (isn’t too bad if they like blue or something, but of course theres that one whose favourite colour is like…grey) 

Hufflepuff x Hufflepuff friendships: They’re waking up in glorious light, the gentle, tripping peace of the morning. They’re unexpected gestures, food or thoughts or blankets for the cold. They’re compliments, smiles turning skyward, thumbs dragged over soft skin, let me know you get home safe texts. They’re running through flower fields in the spring, hurricane petals fuelling runaway hearts, maps and compasses that always point back to home. They’re pulling you closer, letting you in, trusting you with your barely-there breath on their neck. They’re sun cracked smiles, flowers blooming in the palms of your hands. They’re eyes so soft they could be made of silk, kiss-bitten lips and cheeks made of roses. They’re the first easy breath after years of suffocation, knowing that whatever happens, you’re going to be okay because they’re beside you.

Hufflepuff x Gryffindor friendships: they’re blanket forts with secret passwords, a world built up from nothing. They’re laughter late at night, choked noises when you know you should be silent. They’re back to back, spinning, a wild desire to protect, to love, to have forever, not just today. They’re boxes overflowing with memories: cards and pressed flowers and lipsticks from first kisses you don’t really remember. They’re smiles wider than the sky, promising the universe if it means having each other: the sun, the stars, the flowers, the moon. They’re giddy, excitable, endless, maddening fun; the beauty of innocence embodied in the breath between your lungs. They’re hiding but always being found, secrets neither of you can keep. They’re falling asleep under a mountain of words- dreams and adventures and the promise of a better world tomorrow.

Hufflepuff x Ravenclaw friendships: they’re constellations made by far away stars, places you haven’t visited yet. They’re hiding in empty swimming pools, night spilled fracture lines, light reflected through a broken mirror. They’re staying up too late and waking up too early, weary yawns into knuckles and kisses pressed onto delicate palms. They’re smiles like spun sugar at breakfast, seeing the universe reflected in each other’s eyes, reading poetry from lips shaded pink. They’re gasping breaths when no one else can hear, hiding hurt no one else can see. They’re talking pain into silk, weaving misery into tapestries stained with desperate last words: I love you, I need you, why wasn’t I enough? They’re picking up pieces of each other and examining them, studying them, dusting them off and putting them together again. They’re arm in arm, skipping, dancing to a rhythm neither of you can hear yet. They’re reaching, reaching, stretching across the void, pulling back, pulling in, safe in each other’s arms.

Hufflepuff x Slytherin friendships: they’re knees pulled up to your chest, hushed whispers in the early morning. They’re a hand at the base of your spine, subtle touches, smiles, small and fleeting. They’re silence hanging through water, eyes closed, warm, gentle, calm, safe. They’re slamming books down, lightning cracking the sky, thunder rolling in your breath. They’re losing oxygen, hurricane hearts and lungs swimming with poetry. They’re still, so still, static thought made art on canvas skin. They’re pulling back, helping up, balancing on someone’s shoulders. They’re secret meetings in dusk-hushed corridors, tears when you can’t hold them in. They’re light crossing the sky in the early morning: possibilities pressed gently into the palm of your hand. They’re reaching for someone and knowing that they won’t let go- not unless you tell them to.

You Suck, Parker

Request: #111 with peter ?

Prompt: 111.  A (whispering): I really like you and want to kiss you a lot.
       B: What?
       A: I said you suck.

Word Count: 1476

Warnings: SO MANY SEXUAL INNUENDOS

A/N: Holy moly I had so much fun writing this one.

Summary: Peter and Y/N have been friends for quite some time and wow, they finally admit their feelings for each other while making a few sexual innuendos here and there. (THis is fluffy I swear).

MASTERLIST


“Y/N, when will you be home tonight?” Your mother asked you.

“Not sure. Peter and I have a Chem test on Monday and want to try and get a lot of studying in before then,”

“Meaning the two of you won’t study at all, but watch movies and then fall asleep on the couch,”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” you you admitted.

“Alright, behave yourself and make sure you’re home by tomorrow morning,”

“Of course, mom. I’ll see you tomorrow!” You said as you left your house to head to Peter’s.

You and Peter had known each other for quite a long time, and you usually spent your Friday night’s ‘studying’ aka, attempting to study but ending up watching movies.

You would argue that you were Peter’s best friend, but Ned always says otherwise. But you and Peter were rather close, you were always spending time with him, and it was no secret to you that he was Spiderman.

And of course, you harboured feelings for the boy. For as long as you could remember you had had a crush on Peter Parker. And damn, were your feelings growing with each passing day. Peter, of course, had no idea, but you weren’t exactly sure whether that was a problem or not.

When you arrived at Peter’s door, you knocked and May let you in.

“Y/N! Peter will be so happy you’re here. He’s in his room, just go on it,”

“Thanks May! It’s great to see you,”

“Nice to see you too, Y/N,” She said as you walked away towards Peter’s room

“Knock knock,” You said, opening Peter’s bedroom door.

“Y/N, hey,” he smiled

You walked in and sat down on Peter’s chair, across from his bed where he was sitting.

“So did you bring your books?” Peter asked

“Of course not Parker. We never actually study, I thought why bother lugging heavy textbooks over here if we weren’t actually going to study,”

Peter laughed, “That’s fair, but I thought we could skip the movie tonight?”

“Skip the movie? Who are you and what have you done with Peter Parker?”

“C’mon, I had a better idea,”

“And what is this better idea of yours Mr Parker?” You questioned.

Peter smiled at you, stood up and walked across his room to his closet. He began stripping, pulling his shirt off

“Not that I’m opposed to this, but what are you doing Parker?”

Peter laughed, “I’m putting on my Spidey suit,”

“Oh, so not only are you getting naked, but you’re getting kinky,” you raised your eyebrows.

“Geez, Y/N, didn’t realize you were into that kinda thing,” Peter said, continuing to put on his suit.

“Oh there’s a lot you don’t know i’m into,” 

“Oh yeah, and what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Play your cards right and maybe one day you’ll find out,”

“I’ll definitely keep that in mind,” Peter said.

He put the mask over his face and walked over and held his hand out to you,

“Shall we, my dear?”

“And what exactly are we doing?”

“Just, come with me,”

You took Peter’s hand and followed him out onto his fire escape.

“What now, Parker?” You asked

Peter wrapped his arm around your waist and said “Now you hold on tight,”

“Oh god,” you muttered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Suddenly, your feet weren’t on the fire escape anymore, you could feel yourself flying through the air. Your heart was rapidly beating

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ve got you,” Peter said.

You tightened your grip on Peter, closed your eyes, and buried your face in his neck. You felt Peter’s arm wrap tighter around your waist.

Soon, you felt Peter hit the ground, and he slowly let go of you and your feet hit the ground.

You opened your eyes and looked around, you were standing on a roof,

“Where are we?”

“I found this place not too long ago, its nothing special, but you can see so much of the city from up here, I thought it was so beautiful when I first saw it. It reminded me of you. I knew I had to show you,” Peter answered, taking off his mask.

You walked to the edge of the building and stared off watching the lights of the city. The cars’ lights reflections danced off the windows of the buildings around you. You could hear the noises of the city below, the car horns and the sirens, yet everything was quiet so high up.

“It really is beautiful up here, Peter,” you turned to look at him

“I’m glad you like it,” He smiled, rubbing the back go his head with his hand.

“Its not just the view I like, Peter,”

“Right, you like the Spidey suit, turns you on,” He joked

“More like I really like you and want to kiss you a lot,” you whispered to yourself

What?” Peter asked

I said you suck, Parker,”

Peter rolled his eyes, and grabbed your hand, “Come on, theres something else I want to show you,”

You allowed Peter to lead you across the roof of the building. There was a small garden in the corner, with a bench next to it.

“Peter, this is so beautiful,”

You approached the garden and slowly let your hand fall out of Peter’s as you bent down to admire the flowers.

“I remember you telling me you love forget-me-not’s and lilies, so I planted some earlier this season and they finally bloomed, so I figured now would be the best time to show you this place,”

“Peter, how on earth do you not have a girlfriend? You’re actually the sweetest boy I know,” you smiled, leaning over to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Well actually, there is someone I like,”

“Oh really? And who might this special someone be?” You teased, walking around the garden to lean on the side of the roof.

“Well, they know my secret,” Peter said, holding up his mask, “they also are always crashing my house and distracting me from my homework,”

Peter started walking closer towards you.

“They also can never decide what movie to watch on movie nights. Not to mention that they distract me in class too. Not on purpose, mind you, but they’re so beautiful, I can’t help but stare at them,”

You smiled, you knew he was talking about you. As soon as he started talking, you knew.

“Tell me more, Peter Parker,”

Peter was now standing right in front of you, “Well, i’ve kinda had a thing for them for a few years now. I’m kinda actually in love with them,”

“Well, in that case, there’s something you should know Parker,”

“What’s that, Y/N?” 

“There this superhero I’m kind of in love with,”

“Please tell me its not Mr. Stark, that would just make this so awkward,”

“No, but have you seen Captain America’s ass? Damn,”

Peter rolled his eyes at you.

“I’m kidding. Kind of,” you said

“Y/N,-“ Peter started

“I love you too, Peter,” You said

“Don’t you mean I really like you and want to kiss you a lot,” Peter whispered

“You dID HEAR ME,”

“Of course I heard you,” Peter smiled.

“You suck, Parker,”

“Does this mean I can kiss you now?”

“I think I changed my mind. Do you have Captain America’s number? He seems like he wouldn’t be as mean to me,”

You stared at Peter while he bit back a smile.

“Yes Parker! Kiss me already,”

Peter put his hands on either side of your face, and gently pressed his lips up against yours. 

You pulled away, “You still suck Parker,”

“I think, now, it’ll be you that will be the one who sucks,”

“Oh mY GOD PARKER!” You laughed.

“Sorry, sorry, it had to be said,” he smiled.

“So Parker, are you going to take me back to your house so we can finish up that movie night, and maybe, maybe, if you’re lucky we can talk about that other thing you suggested,”

“I think by the time you even decide on a movie to watch, i’ll be asleep and it’ll be too late for anything else,” he joked

“Well it would be the perfect way to wake up, now wouldn’t it, Parker,”

“Damn, maybe I should wear this suit around you more often,”

“Believe me, its not the suit,”

“Well, then what are we waiting for?” Peter asked, putting his mask back on.

He wrapped his arm sound your waist and shot a web to another building. The two of you were flying over the city once again, but this time you kept your eyes open.

On pricing your artwork:

I wrote this originally for Artist Alley Network International, but it struck a chord with a lot of people, so re-posting here!

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Your artwork, and your merchandise, is WORTH SOMETHING!

1. You are producing something no one else can.  Even if there are a hundred other similar items, only you are making artwork like you.  That is worth something even if you don’t immediately see it.

2. You aren’t walmart.  You are a small business owner and need to charge what you’re worth rather than race to the bottom to see who’s the cheapest.   This ties into #1… so what if someone else has acrylic charms for $3. You are the only one selling YOUR art, so price it at it’s worth.

3. Shipping, storage, packaging, presentation, and protection are all worth extra.  Your item may only cost $1.50 to produce, but you also spent .10 to upgrade the quality.  You spent .50 cents to ship it.  You spent another $1 on packaging, and you spent $30 on the display it’s on.  You rent your apartment or garage for $500-1500/mo.  Your table cost you $300 to rent.  Your online store charges you .20 cents per sale plus a transaction fee. Your item will sell at a loss if you sell it for $2 or $3, even if production was less than that.  Factor in all these costs when you sell your item.  PLUS, your worth.  If you spent hours making the design, you deserve some of that in compensation!

4. Perceived value is actual value.  Customers who see an artist where everything is $2-3 probably will perceive it as less valuable than the artist who sells everything from $20-30, even if the artist selling cheaper actually puts more time into their work.  Perceived value also will change the way a customer approaches your artwork.  Will they cherish it and save it and frame it, or will they punch holes through it with a thumbtack, or will they forget it’s in their bag and find it bent up hours later?  Sometimes pricing your art higher actually creates DEMAND, because it now looks like it’s worth something.

5. fast sketch does not necessarily = cheap price.  Did you spend money on your art education?  Are you experienced in your field?  Is there a lot of demand for your artwork?  Do you work professionally with many clients? Did it take you years and hours to develop your style and speed?  All of these are separate from how long it takes you to draw.  Which is why a 10 minute sketch might be worth $40 rather than minimum wage x time spent drawing.

6. We are all in this together.  If you fight with your neighbors on who can price art the cheapest to get the fastest sales, you are fighting a downhill battle which will ultimately make ALL of your artwork worth far less.  Instead, look at an artist and go “Wait a minute? They charge HOW MUCH?  That means I can charge that much, too”  When I sit in a row of artists charging what they’re worth, I notice that ALL of us make far more sales than if we underprice one another.
This also reflects in the market, too.  If a client who wants to charge $1000 for 24 illustrations is turned down by countless artists they’ll realize they have unrealistic expectations.  When people start seeing the $ sign, instead of factoring in their time and energy and take these low paying jobs, these clients will become upset when they see the artist they really wanted turning them down.  Obviously artists from different countries will price differently, BUT, if you’re selling to someone in a different country with a higher dollar value, ask for that higher value!  You’re competing against THEIR dollar rather than your country’s dollar at that point.  Same goes for pricing commissions online.

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Good luck everyone.  We’re all in this together!

Ways to Love Yourself 

1. Know yourself
You cannot love someone you don’t even know.

 

2. Accept that you have strengths and weaknesses. You have skills and problems.
Do a SWOT Analysis (strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, threats) of yourself if you want but remember, opportunities and threats are external. You don’t have control over them. But you can use your strengths and improve on your weaknesses, both of which are internal, to handle the external.

 

3. Disliking certain things about yourself is normal. That gives room for improvement. Improve. Don’t be lazy and choose the path of self loathing.

 

4. Forgive yourself
Understand that making mistakes is the way to grow. If you hadn’t fallen on your bum a couple hundred times you would have never learned to walk. If as a baby after one fall, after one mistake of breaking something, you would have decided to just sit in the corner and never try again, you would still be sitting there with the broken pieces. Don’t do that. Learn from your toddler self. Get up. And the only way you can do that is by forgiving yourself.

 

5. Accept that as of now you do not love yourself.
Lying to yourself won’t eventually lead you to believe it as the truth. Lying to someone you love is not a way to love them.

 

6. Disregard what others say about you. So much of the good and bad they tell you really has more to do with themselves; their mindset and mood, their motives and interest. Don’t let people fill in blanks for you. That won’t lead to a happy ending, it won’t lead to a story you can call your own.

 

7. Be patient with yourself, be kind. Being hard on yourself is a really stupid thing to do. It isn’t productive, it isn’t one bit effective and it is completely unnecessary.

 

8. Discard the idea that you are breakable. Reject the concept that someone can leave you broken. They can hurt you, yes and they can cause you an immense amount of pain but they cannot break you. You aren’t made of glass. Give your cells a little more credit. Give your heart a little more of it too.

 

9. When you realize that the grass is greener on the other side, don’t draw up plans to ruin that grass or come up with a way where you can camp on it and abandon your own grass. Instead, take a trip to the shop to buy some fertilizer and tend to your own grass. Upskill yourself constantly.

 

10. Learn new things. Invest time and energy in things that interest you.You didn’t learn to play piano in school but always wished to? Who said there is an age limit. In most cases the saying, ‘it is never too late’ stands absolutely true.

 

11. Look yourself in the mirror. You can admire or just observe. Look into your eyes. Look at your reflection. Just look. Have a see in what’s inside. Don’t look away. Have the courage to see the truth.

 

12. Spend time with yourself. Buy yourself flowers if flowers are what you love. Don’t wait to meet the right person to do the things you always wanted to. Go star gazing, skinny dipping. Solo travel. Do whatever you want to and can. Write your future/past self a letter. Cook yourself a meal. Buy yourself some ice cream. Click goofy selfies.

 

13. Learn to accept compliments. Be graceful. All you have to do is say ‘thank you’. And please don’t feel the immediate need of returning the compliment. You don’t always have to give when you get. Especially when you don’t really have anything to give. A ‘thank you’ and a smile are more than enough.

 

14. Learn to be okay in silence. The voices in your head? They terrorize you, I know. But trust me, they go away. They go away if you face them. There are no demons in your head. These are just echoes of your fears and insecurities. Listen to them. Breathe deep. Know that they are weak. Face them head on. And then ask them to leave.

 

15. Accept your body. However it is or it isn’t. It has accepted you in every possible way. Accept it and see how it accepts you even more. Accepting doesn’t mean not changing something that you can in a healthy way. It only means that your love is unconditional. Your love is whole. And that is the only way to love yourself. Wholly.

 
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Sorry.. Don’t think any of it.. It’s not anyone from here.

Everyone here is lovely. And I’m sorry my mood is reflecting on my kindness and helping with you guys..

I don’t want to feel like this…

No matter how much I push it back.. it just comes back worse the next time..

This has happened too many times and far too often. 

Every blow just feels worse. Like if someone threw a javelin or spear through your chest. 

I don’t think i’m alone.. in terms of feels like this.

I think any creators feel like this…and any person can feel like this… 

If they go out of their way just to see the people they care about happy.. they’d do it again and again..

But sometimes its like it doesnt even get recognised? it’s instantly forgotten. just.. pushed aside, and on with the next piece someone can take from me..

And for me, this isn’t about creating content so much… as it’s just everything..

Just subjected to lies and propaganda.. blackmail.. questioning my own judgements and self worth… manipulation… physical and psychological hurt.. it’s tiring… and painful.. 

I’m just tired..

Just venting. Dont worry about it. I’ll sleep it off. 

sorry…

im sorry…

for you final [m]

Pairing: Jin x reader x Taehyung

Genre: badboy!Taehyung

Word Count: 5,723

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking

A/N: I have been really sentimental today and have also been lying through my teeth about when I would upload this. Thank you all for being on this journey with me. I may or may not have sobbed while writing this. And I may or may not be willing to write an epilogue. Thank you for the past 7 months of support you’ve shown this series. I hope the ending doesn’t disappoint.

originally posted by vminv

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“I can’t believe you’re actually here!” Momo almost screeches as you step out of the front seat of Mina’s car.

“Thank god,” you retort as you smooth your hands over your irritated stomach, “I don’t think anyone’s driving has ever made that car sick before.”

“Hey!” Mina protests as she pulls your bags out of the backseat, “I got us here over an hour earlier than the GPS predicted.”

Momo snorts as you shoot a glance at your speed demon best friend, “I think I have some ginger tea somewhere in my apartment. We can make you some to settle your stomach.”

“You don’t. The only thing you have in this apartment is potato chips and pig’s feet,” Sana teases as she joins all of you on the driveway of Momo’s complex.

“I’ve missed you,” you admit as you wrap your arms around your two best friends, “Please don’t leave me alone with her for that long.”

“I heard that,” Mina hisses as the car door beeps as it locks.

Sana doesn’t let go of your shoulders as all four of you proceed into Momo’s apartment, “It seems like we have a lot to catch up, but do you want to shower first? You smell.”

You sniff you armpits, “I do not!”

“That’s because you can’t smell yourself,” she gently pats your back as she barely shows your around the apartment before she is shoving you into the bathroom and turning on the shower, “We can go to dinner once you’re ready.”

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January.
It is still cold outside. Snow is falling in white flakes from the sky and covers the last piece of earth. We are sitting by the fire when you lean over and kiss me with hot chocolate dripping lips.
(You read Les Misérables to me and I knew from the start that you were my Enjolras, my sun and I was Grantaire following you gladly into death.)

February.
You’re a mysterium and there’s more to unravel then I first thought. I think you’re lonely but when I tell you, you throw your head back like an animal in headlights. Your dark locks shine in the late winter sun and your laugh is the most beautiful sound I ever heard.
(We lie awake in tangled sheets when you read The Great Gatsby to me. All I can think about is how Jay never had the chance for happiness with Daisy and in the end died lonely. I bury my head in the crook of your neck and when my fist curls firm around the hem of your shirt you crown my head with kisses.)

March
Your body fits mine and when we start to move it’s utter perfection. I can feel your fingertips digging in my skin, leaving bruises but I couldn’t care less. You are mine. I am yours. It’s all that counts.
(I’m already half asleep when you start reading Les Liaisons dangereuses, your accent nonexistent when you pronounce French words as if you’ve spoken the language by birth. You’re my Vicomte de Valmont and I cut out the thought of Madame de Tourvel who ended up alone.)

April
The first fight comes with spring and mild temperatures. It’s like we’re two magnets always colliding with our passion. Sometimes we don’t talk to each other for hours, but we’ll always come back, don’t we?
(You enter my room in the middle of the night through the window but I’m not really surprised, just tug you in and we lie in the shadows as if we’ve always belonged there. I don’t even know how you got your hands on a book but when you start reading Wuthering Heights I feel an awful lot like Catherine who desperately wanted to see the good in Heathcliff.)

May
Sometimes it’s strange how hard you try to pretend to be everybody’s darling. You’re a gentleman at your finest, flashing a daring smile and everybody seems to eat out of your palms. I know there’s a dark temptation around you, a temper that’s hard to control and sometimes, rarely, I love to push you to your own limits.
(We’re sitting in the bathtub, warm water washing around our bodies and my back and head rest on your chest; your words are a deep rumble and I can feel every breath you take while the story of Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy fills the walls of the room. Their story resonates in me like an echo.)

June
There’s a movie on tv and we’re tangled on the couch, your nose buried in the crook of my neck, your arms tight around my waist. I try to get up but you won’t let me go. There’s a rumble in your chest and something that sounds an awful lot like three certain words; in the end I stay.
(That night you’re reading The Perfume to me. There couldn’t be any other book which would better fit your obsession, half a year was barely enough time to understand how extremely you love me. When your voice fills my ears I know that if I should die before you, you’d try and find a way to conserve my essence. Just like Grenouille.)

July
You’re typing and discussing with the brutality of a bloodhound but the face of an angel. When you start to shred your papers I merely smile and give you the waste basket to clean up the mess once you finish.
(We lie in the backyard of my parents’ house. The night has long fallen and garden candles are giving barely enough of their light for you to read. You read Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - I run my fingers through your dark locks, kiss your face and cheeks. We both know that it’s not easy to fight against yourself, don’t we?)

August
There’s something wrong with you when you return from your father’s place and I know it the minute you step into the room. You grab me hard and kiss me until my lips start to bleed. You butcher them raw while your fingers dig into the place behind my ears as if you want to bruise my skin and mark me. I feel the desperation between our lips so I loop my arms around your neck and try to erase the memory.
(We’re sitting on the couch together with empty boxes of Chinese takeout at our feet and when you finally decide on a book I’m quite surprised it’s Vanity Fair. I knot our hands together and I can feel the smile coming up around the corners of my mouth. You’re George Osborne fighting for Amelia - I understand. I do.)

September
The library is our bedroom where we both walk on common ground and we steal kisses in between. It is all I ever dreamed of and all I ever wanted and still you give me more. We’re compulsive in love. I blend out the small voice in my head trying to warn me from the madness we’re heading into.
(It’s the last day of autumn’s hot sun and sunbeams dance over our skins. We’re lying in the grass under the giant cherry tree and you’re reading Dante’s Divina Commedia in your perfect Italian tongue. I feel like Beatrice, guiding you through heaven while you wandered through hell for so long alone.)

October
Days are getting shorter and nights are getting longer and there’s not enough time shared between classes and work and thesis. As soon as we’re both home we’re tangled in each other and for minutes no one can tell us apart. We started to need each other like oxygen and neither of us minds.
(We’re sitting by the windowsill, feet on feet and a blanket to hold us warm while the last days of autumn and first days of winter pay their tributes. The Picture of Dorian Gray is a cruel piece of literature though it couldn’t describe you better so I listen, I breathe, I love.)

November
My friends invite us to a party and they observe what we don’t notice anymore: your hand is in mine, on my shoulder, the small of my back, my hand on your arm. Your stare gives me a self confidence I never felt before and when they tell me I’ve changed all I can do is laugh, freely. Freedom is all I ever wanted and I found it in your eyes, your touch, your voice.
(That night we returned when the moon was high and you brushed kisses along my spine. You chose to read Gone with the Wind and I drank every word about Scarlett and Rhett from your lips. I promised to follow you to the end of the world and you promised me another day.)

December
Living with you is like dancing a cruel dance with Death himself. There’s always the narrow stage of getting too close to the edge but you keep saying go on, one more step. I know that I should be afraid of falling. But I was never afraid of heights anyway.
(We’re sitting in tangled sheets, naked bodies wrapped up in each other and I can feel your lips against my shoulders, my neck. You avoided Shakespeare long enough and when you finally start to quote Romeo and Juliet by heart, we both already know that it’s just a matter of time until people will see the reflection of doomed lovers in our eyes.)

- Love is like a book | r.m upcoming in Tales

Daddy Drabbles #4

- Bucky walks your daughter to preschool - based off (x)

Ring. Ring. Ring. 

Groaning you reached blindly for the phone on your nightstand. “Hello?” you mumbled into the phone your voice half muffled by your pillow. Bucky wakes up just to hear you say “I’ll be right there” and he rolls over to face you with a sigh.

“Did you get called into work?” he asks, knowing you were beyond tired after working yesterday at the hospital.

“They need me” you reply, already getting out of bed. Searching through your clothes you look for your scrubs, Bucky sat up and watched you practically run around the room . “Oh and babe, Layla has preschool in two hours” you reminded him with a quick peck before closing the bathroom door. Bucky let’s out a soft groan before flopping back down on the bed.

Layla was your delightful four year old whose biological father had run out the moment things got too hard. Luckily you had started dating Bucky about a year ago and thanked the universe everyday for sending him into your life. They were like two peas in a pod and it warmed your heart to see them get along so well. For the past two weeks you had made sure to roster your shifts so you could walk her to her new preschool but today Bucky would have to do it alone and it daunted him.

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anonymous asked:

how bts would react when their GF nipples is visible from the cold whether ??(you know when suddnly nipples decide to say HEY to everyone)

Namjoon

Originally posted by jxnhyungs

You’re getting out of your little nap by a huge thrill & realize that you’re really cold. Having your back against Namjoon’s chest doesn’t seem to be enough and monsieur doesn’t seem to want to hug you so he can warm you up, all his attention being on the weird movie he wanted to see for so long. You feel another big shiver running down your spine and this time, Namjoon slightly turns his gaze towards you.

« I’m so cold… », you shudder while rubbing your hands, wondering why you chose this simple white t-shirt instead of stealing a hoodie from your man like you do all the time.

Namjoon leans on the side to grab the big blanket on the couch and when his fingers close on it, his eyes stop on your nipples hardened by the cold. Namjoon is literally leaning over your breasts and suddenly seems unable to straighten up. When you slightly push him backwards, he smiles and finally pulls the blanket up to your chin, his arm passing around your shoulders to hug you tight. You close your eyes and smile under the softness of his embrace but it suddenly vanishes when you feel his hand moving a few inches down. You expect him to firmly grab your breast as he usually does, and get ready you to hold a moan. With the tip of his finger, Namjoon begins to draw circles on your nipple with an unbearable slowness. You press your thighs in arousal, absolutely not expecting that kind of caress that looks more like sweet torture than teasing. Namjoon just decided that he was going to play with you in the middle of the living-room.

« S-stop… Yoongi is in the kitchen… », you arch your back very slightly and press his knee, your voice barely more than a breath. The tip of his finger causes a cold and warm tingling between your thighs and you pray that Namjoon will have pity on you.

« Stop moving. »

His harsh tone makes your eyes rolls behind your skull and you momentarily can’t move anymore. But when he pinches your nipple, you try one last time to protest, well aware that if he continues like this, you won’t be able to hold your moans any longer. You murmur in a plaintive voice : « Stop… »

«Stop teasing me with your cute nipples, then. ». By whispering it in your ear, both of his hands pass over your breasts to grab them, forcing you to violently bite your lip to silence a moan.

Taehyung

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

As soon as you open the bathroom door and a breeze of cold air runs on your skin, you grow a ridiculous whine and quickly close the door behind you to get into the hallway. You’re only dressed with a thin T-shirt and shorts, your usual clothes to sleep, but you begin to regret it. Your wet hair soaks your back and you curse yourself for not even having socks on. Fortunately the boys are all in the living room so you can cross the hall without being seen and go to Tae’s room to put on something warmer on before joining them.

Taehyung comes out of his room at the exact same time and you cross his gaze, making you smile before walking towards each other. When he comes to you, he puts an arm around your shoulder and presses himself against you to give you a soft kiss. You smile at him, your fingers lightly clenching his t-shirt when he moves back a little.

« I’m gonna put more clothes on, I’m so cold… », you say softly before you get on tiptoe to kiss him again. His eyes are on your breasts and you know it, but you don’t pay attention to it, your mind totally focused on your need to put warmer clothes on your body. You turn around and start walking towards his room with quick steps, your wet hair still chilling your entire body.

When Taehyung’s arms close around you, you slightly jump and utter a small, surprised whine. His hot breath comes running on your neck while his hands grabs your boobs. You raise your eyes to the sky, an amused smile on your lips when he begins to caress them. You try to escape when he pinches your nipples and start to moan :

« Hajimaaaaaaaa, I’m cooooooold… »

Tae is forced to let go of your boobs to prevent you from escaping from his grip and this little fight makes you both laugh like idiots. You force him to walk towards the bedroom while he’s still hanging on you, his legs glued to yours.

Jin

Originally posted by taegidda

You finally put on the turtleneck sweater Seokjin gave you and smile at your reflection, finding it too cute with its pretty ivory color. You then go out of his room and go to the living room. You sit next to Hoseok who barely notices you, oo focused on the show he’s currently watching. You turn to watch your man who’s in the kitchen and smile when you see him coming back with three cans of soda. He kneels in front of the coffee table before his eyes lands on your sweater.

« It really looks good on you, jagiya… », Jin softly said, smiling at you lovingly while you let out a shy chuckle. He gives you a little wink until his eyes goes down on your tits.

Suddenly, Jin doesn’t smile anymore. He frowns, his mouth slightly opening as if to say something, but his words seem to be stuck in his throat. You look down and when you see how hard your nipples are under your sweater, you gasp. You cross your arms over your chest and glares at Jin, who looks at Hoseok, worried that he has seen them too.

You look at Hoseok at the same time as he turns his head to look at you, and when he sees your arms crossed and the way you look at him, he pouts and rubs his hands on his arms, saying, « Yeah, it’s a bit cold, isn’t it ? »

When you look back at your boyfriend, he’s gone.

Hoseok holds a stifled moan as a thick blanket falls to your head, wrapping your entire body. He starts laughing as you struggle to get your head out. You feel Jin’s hands resting on your head and gently pulling off the cover of your head, finally allowing you to see the light. Jin is standing behind the couch and leans toward you to shift the blanket over your shoulders, wanting to hide those shamelessly hard nipples.

« Keep that on, you seem really sensible to the cold… »

Hoseok

Originally posted by kthish

Hoseok is simply exhausted. He just came back from the studio where he spent more than 5 hours working on new music and it’s as if all his energy had been drained from his body.

He opens his bedroom’s door and finds you asleep above the sheets. Hoseok smiles as he pictures you trying to stay awake for him but too exhausted to hold on. He puts down his bag and goes to the bed, his smile becoming softer as he approaches you.

Hobi bends over and kisses your forehead tenderly, the warmth of your skin and your scent instantly soothing him, even making him forget how annoyed he was because of this endless day. He straightens up and takes off his sweatshirt, his eyes only leaving your body when he has to close his eyes to undress. As he folds his sweater, he notices how much your nipples are visible through your nighthie. He takes off his shirt and looks at them again, unable to hold back a laugh at seeing them so hard under the thin fabric.

He lies down meticulously next to you, trying not to wake you up, his head resting on his bent arm so he can look at you. Your chest goes up and down with the rhythm of your slow breathing, hypnotizing Hoseok who can’t detach his eyes from your nipples, an almost obsessive desire to touch them invading his mind. After a few minutes of struggling with himself, he can’t stand it anymore and puts the tip of his finger against one of your nipples. He moves back when you start to move and then do it again and again, his fingers brushing the two sensitive tips of your boobs, ending up making you moan in your sleep. You shudder and stretch your arms a little, offering an even more beautiful view on your breasts to your boyfriend who bites his lip while caressing them again, unable to stop.

« Hoseok… »

You whisper his name while you’re still asleep, your back arching under the effect of his caresses without even being aware of it. Hoseok smirks, suddenly feeling like he’s able to lift mountains and steal the moon just to hear you whispering his name in your sleep again.

« Come closer babygirl… I’ll warm you up », Hoseok says as he pulls the blankets over your two bodies, wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer to him. He smiles when he feels you snuggling against him & kisses your forehead one last time before falling asleep.

Yoongi

Originally posted by sugasuite

You went out with Namjoon, Hoseok, Seokjin & Yoongi and chose a quiet bar to drink a lot. How much you dreamed of going out with the hyung line ! You’re excited despite the cold weather that you just can’t get used to. Once the first round is over, Namjoon & Jin get up to pick up the second tour of beers while Hoseok wriggles as he announces he has to go to the bathroom.

When he goes away, you shudder because of the cold breeze you just felt and grow a shaky moan : « Damn, it’s so cold… ». You rub your arms over your jacket, not knowing how you’re gonna survive the night without getting drunk enough to handle the cold. Yoongi looks at you with a smile, unable to hold back a snort when he sees you shaking like an idiot. Outraged when he laughs so openly at you, you pout :

« Stop making fun of me… I’m freezing, look ! »

You look around before suddenly opening the sides of your jacket. Yoongi’s eyes come down on your breasts, the thin fabric your t-shirt offering him a magnificent view of your hard nipples. It’s very dark in this bar but you can clearly see the pupils of his eyes widen considerably. You close your jacket and give Yoongi a naughty look, almost triumphant even if you’ve just started a war. Yoongi puts his arm around your shoulders as he pushes the inside of his cheek with the tip of his tongue, his eyes scanning the entire bar. You smile, recognizing that look as one that always means that it’s going to be a long night. He presses you against him and approaches his mouth to your ear :

« Don’t tease me, you’ll regret it and you know it. »

Jimin

Originally posted by jjks

Who had this brilliant idea of ​​an outdoor photoshoot when the wind is blowing like crazy ? The boys are simply frozen, the memory of the « Save Me » MV shooting still too painful. You decided to support Jimin and stayed with him all day long, not being able to picture him shivering in the cold without you being by his side.

As he shoots a scene with Namjoon, you get closer to have a better look at him, a smile rising on your lips. They’re at the edge of a cliff and the wind is getting colder, anesthetizing your cheeks and your hands. You grin, seeing your man keeping a total control of himself even if the wind whips his face. You feel the cold on every inch of your body and curse yourself for not taking a warmer jacket and choosing the one with the broken zipper.

When the director screams « cut », Namjoon and Jimin rush to the stylists so they can finally put long warm coats on. You giggle when you see them shivering and say « hello » to Jimin with your hand, not wanting to draw attention to you but wanting him to notice you anyway. Jimin raises his hand to answer you back but stops without you understanding why. He starts to run to you, giggling as you wonder what can make him laugh that much…

Jimin opens his coat and puts it around you too, hugging you tight. The whole team and the boys start shouting and giggling to show how cute you are. You rarely have been so embarrassed, especially when Jimin does that kind of PDA. You hide your head in the crook of his neck and hear Jimin’s little laugh against your ear :

« Babe… Next time put something thicker… »

Your head disappears into his coat when you lower it to look at yourself. When you see your nipples hardened by the cold and realize that Jimin came running to hide them, you start laughing too :

« That’s just nipples… »

Jimin drops a side of his coat to put his hand inside. Something has changed in his eyes, something you know well. He takes your hand and puts it on his crotch, wanting to show you that it’s not « just » nipples for him. Indeed, his growing erection and the way he passes his tongue on your earlobe while looking around to make sure no one is aware of what’s happening under his long coat.

Jungkook

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

It’s the end of your little walk in Seoul and the sunlight has completely disappeared under big white clouds. Jungkook is hidden behind a black mask taking half of his face and the Wings cap that he has lowered to the maximum so that nobody can recognize him while you walk hand in hand. He knows how much you like to have this kind of normal date and always tries to please you even if the risk is still high.

When the first snowflake touches your nose, you pull Jungkook’s hand but he doesn’t seem to have felt it. As the snowflakes fall more and more abundantly, you pull his hand a little harder and finally stop him. He turns to you and smiles when he sees you marveling like a child. He understands that you want to stay a little longer to watch the snow falling and sigh with ease, unable to look at the snow while you’re being so cute. He looks at you opening your arms and turning slowly, giggling as he finds you adorable. His laughter gradually fades as he wonders if he’s really seeing what he’s seeing. He knows he’s blushing and he’s suddenly glad that his face is hidden.

« Babe ?

- Hm ?

- Close your coat. »

After saying that, he quickly turns his gaze away, sighing and frowning as his cheeks are still red. You look at him without understanding before looking down to find the reason for his strange behavior : your nipples as hard as wood, standing proudly under your white blouse. When you raise your head with a burst of laughter, Jungkook grunts and comes to you to close your coat himself, his hands slightly hesitant as they pass over your breasts. You stare at him, holding you from laughing because of his adorable face.

« You’re so shy… »

Finally, Jungkook starts to laugh and you laugh together, your foreheads resting on each other’s. Then, you take the opportunity to annoy him a little, making fun of how shy he is while trying to tickle him through his coat. Jungkook just giggles, moving back when you try to catch him, trying to block your hands and arms. When he finally pulls you against him and gives you a particularly explicit look, you naughtily ask :

« Are you horny right now ? »

Jungkook lightly nods, a ghost of a smile appearing on his eyes.

« Do you want to go home, babyboy ? »

Jungkook nods again and you can guess how naughty his smile is under his mask.

anonymous asked:

What unknown lowkey adrienette fics would you recommend? I kind of want to find and support unknown authors but everyone I know and read are popular af :/

dear anon, please thank @alyseb630​ for this rec list because she’s the one who told me lmao 

She’s the real mvp

Originally posted by dailyhappylife

incoming. a lot of freaking fics.

Amour Fou by Yilena

“A shy, socially awkward young teenager searches for friendship, and develops a misguided attraction for who he assumes to be his best friend’s crush. AU.”

Alyse says:  It’s from Adrien’s pov and he has Nino as an online friend. Nino sends him a picture of Alya and Marinette and Adrien gets a huge crush on her. Eventually moves back to Paris where nino lives and opens a cat cafe. And eventually hires Marinette. It’s super cute!

Allez Savoir Pourquoi by Yilena

(it’s a sister fic to the previous one)

“Marinette had seen her soulmate for years without knowing his identity, until they bumped into each other at a newly opened cat café. On a whim, she agrees to work for him. AU.”

Alyse says:  And it’s a soulmate au!!!! You see your soulmate in the reflection of your mirror in this au. It’s so good! And in this one you realize that Marinette’s been crushing on Adrien for years too. Just in a different way. She’s been seeing him in her mirror for years.

Can I Get Your Name? by anavoli

“Every day, Adrien Agreste comes into Starbucks and orders a tall, non-fat latte with caramel drizzle. And every day, Marinette makes it a personal challenge to give him a different nickname. Little does she know that this little bit of fun will reveal Adrien’s other identity - Chat Noir.

 (Miraculous Ladybug AU where everything’s the same but they don’t know each other from school and Marinette doesn’t have a crush on Adrien…yet.)”

Kissing in the Rain by childoflightningg

“Actors Marinette and Adrien keep finding themselves kissing in the rain, yet can’t seem to express their feelings offscreen. Actors AU”

All You Need Is Love and a Cat by heymacareyna

“In a world where shapeshifting is real and Ladybug and Chat Noir are nothing more than a kids’ animated show, Adrien and Marinette part ways after high school. Adrien develops the ability to shift into a domestic black cat, and when he’s stranded in the rain one morning, a familiar face rescues him. After spending the day with her as a cat, he decides to befriend her in his human form as well.”

Scrawl Mates by Aspiring_Life

“Adrien Agreste is caught off guard one day when he finds out he has a soul mate connected to him by the power of art. Anything written on his skin appears on theirs, and he wants desperately to find the girl that covers him in beautiful art.”

Frisky Business by 1nner_sakura

“Marinette and Adrien have been slowly but surely getting to know each other since their identities were revealed, falling into a comfortable - if occasionally confusing and frustrating - relationship dynamic. They’re closer than they’ve ever been (although maybe not close enough for either of their liking), but this? 

Well, this might be a LITTLE more than they bargained for. 

 [Also known as the One Where Miraculouses have Strange Side-Effects, Adrien and Marinette Really Need to DTR, and Marinette Refuses to Be Kinkshamed.]“ 

Check Plus One by volti

“Marinette is finally going to do it. She’s finally going to ask Adrien on a date. Of course, this poses a bit of a problem when he asks her first.”

Sad Hats and Black Cats by littleangels

“And you’re absolutely sure that you’re fine…?” 

 Adrien nodded. “I’m pawsitive.” 

 Marinette still looked unconvinced. “Your heart’s not in the pun.” 

 “Is that really a legitimate reason to say I’m feeling down?” 

 “Well, there’s that and your sad hat.” 

 “I’m not… I’m not sad, Marinette. Will you please stop being so stubborn about it? I’m fine.” 

 “Look,” she began, “I know we aren’t as close as we used to be, but I’m your friend, Adrien. I’m one of your best friends. You can tell me if something happened. You know that, right?” She placed her hand on top of his. “I’m here for you. 

A Test of Courage by Zaphirite

Marinette still couldn’t believe that the carnival set up a huge attraction based on them. “Ladybug and Chat Noir: The 5D Experience!” flashed above their heads in bright red neon letters. Luckily, having a best friend who is also Ladybug’s #1 fan gives her the chance to secretly check it out. Unluckily, said best friend was plotting against her.

A Test of Strength by Zaphirite

Being a superhero isn’t all completely in the mask and magic. When her classmates see her muscled arms a challenge ensues, and Marinette is confident that she could take any of them on in an arm wrestling match. She’s swung from buildings and defeated countless akuma, surely she could beat a civilian. …right?

Paws Fur Coffee by Zaphirite

“He was so sure that Ladybug would already push him off a rooftop if she knew his civilian identity worked at a café called “Paws Fur Coffee” of all names (the owner is a dog person, but he’ll take it), but his flub on the chalkboard menu just topped it all off. 

 His neat handwriting read back to him: “Chai Noir”. 

 (In which Adrien Agreste has some really cool ideas about the special drink of the week and gets to know a regular customer.)”

Fireworks and Pizzazz by peonydee

“When Marinette’s interview is published at a local magazine, people’s reaction, she thought, are a bit excessive”

secret love song by pallasjoanna

One would expect a best friend of Nino’s to have more eclectic music tastes but Adrien has always been singular in his. He revels in cheesy pop songs and belts out anime openings in the shower (with perfect lyrics; she’s tried checking once), and he likes dancing to both when he’s alone or with close friends or with Marinette. The song starts off low and soft, and she playfully bats at his hair as he croons into her ear about being held in the street and being kissed on the dance floor.

 – 

 A rainy day, all too catchy songs, and attempted waltzing around the living room.

Duets by AlexMac

“So we’ve never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we’re showering at the same time and we sing duets” AU 

 Alcohol mention warning”

paint and puns by psychopathicdorito

“Teamwork is something Marinette and Adrien are definitely good at, no questions asked. (Day #8 of Adrinette April. The topic for the day: acting like their alter egos).”

BTS | Scenario #6

                                             /Recording your sex tape/

Originally posted by rainymentalitymaker

A/N : In each scenario, member and reader consent filming. 

Pairing : Idol!BTS x Reader

Genre : Smut

Word Count : From 370 to 475

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Aries: The nights are getting longer and your voice isn’t enough to cover this skin; but I’m happier now even though there is less of my heart left.  

Taurus: If a broken piece of light is called a rainbow, maybe your broken heart is the thorn that has been kissing these forests back to life.  

Gemini: She doesn’t want you to fix it, she just wants to talk about all the reasons why it hurts.

Cancer: We could be the best thing that never happened to each other.

Leo: The problem is you go to bed lonely for so long you forget what it’s like to reach out and feel a dream instead of a blanket playing every definitive shadow onto blushed cheeks.  

Virgo: I know I’m loved, but it isn’t by you, and maybe that’s why my throat always closes every time I try to talk about happiness.

Libra: I once saw the sun in your eyes and though I can’t taste spring when your lips are signing my hands, I know I’m made of more you than me.

Scorpio: The problem is, I don’t know which beat followed you too close to the shore, but you’re still on my mind even though you’re not in my heart.

Sagittarius: I could be surrounded by a hundred thoughts, yet all I can still feel is you.

Capricorn: Who am I when you’re not thinking of me? These thoughts are empty pews of memories waiting for a prayer soft enough to fill the floor with a color that doesn’t reflect a threaded collar.

Aquarius: Sometimes I close my eyes just to see if you’re still there.

Pisces: How long have you been looking at your hands, trying to remember what it feels like to hold something beautiful?

Namjoon; 

-the two of you would be in the studio, listening to music and relaxing when things would begin to heat up; soon, his soft yet overwhelming teasing would end up drawing out your little request- 

*smirks, wrapping his hand around your throat as he roughly pinned you down onto the couch* 

“You should’ve asked sooner, babygirl.” 
“Daddy’s been wanting to destroy you for so long.” 

Originally posted by ksjknj

Jimin; 

-while watching a movie, you’d be sitting on his lap when he’d start gently touching you as always when suddenly you couldn’t help but tell him what you needed; how badly you needed him to roughly fuck you, to fuck you until you couldn’t walk-

“Oh, princess, are you sure?” 
*his hand begins to harshly grip your thigh, his fingertips bruisingly press into your sensitive flesh* 
“Because I really won’t hold back once I start. Do you think you can handle it?” 

Originally posted by hobies

Taehyung; 

-you’d be snuggled against him when the two of you would suddenly begin making out as your hands explored one another; in the heat of the moment, you’d practically beg him to be as rough as he wanted- 

*licks his lips, his heavy-lidded eyes scanning over you as he began mutter absolute filth to you* 
“Hmmm, you really just want me to wreck you, huh kitten?” 
“I bet you just want Daddy’s cock to fill up and stretch out that pretty little cunt of yours already.” 

Originally posted by ttaegiis

Jin; 

-as you two were cooking dinner, he’d start to tease you; grabbing and gently smacking your ass, biting your neck, pressing his bulge into your hip; soon it became too much as you lustfully told him how badly you just wanted him to take total control over you- 

*watches you as you moved towards the counter before suddenly pinning you against it* 
“Do I not fuck you hard enough already? Hm?” 
*uses one hand to keep you firmly in place the instant you begin squirming*
“I guess, I’ll just have to show you what I can do, don’t I princess?” 

Originally posted by bangtanboysislifeu

Jungkook; 

-after finally getting some time alone, the two of you would immediately be all over each other, but somewhere along the lines you’d blurt out your desperate request- 

*slowly stands over you, wedging himself between your legs*
“You really want me to do that, babygirl?” 
*roughly grips your thighs, yanking you down to the edge the bed; pressing his hardened member against your core* 
“Because I’ll make sure my cock will be the only fucking thing you can think of.” 

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

Hoseok; 

-while in the practice room, both of you would be fooling around; making up dance routines as you waited for the others arrive when a sensual rhythm would fill the room leading things too quickly turn sexual causing you to spill the beans about your fantasies- 

“Is that so, little one? You really want me to destroy you that badly?” 
*the second you nod, he’d pin you back against the mirror, quickly flipping you so you could see your reflection* 
“Then how about I make you watch while I do then. How does that sound, kitten?”

Originally posted by btsumari

Yoongi; 

-you didn’t even have to really say anything for him to know exactly what you began to crave, but as he began his relentless teasing hearing your little pleas for him to brutishly take you was like music to his ears- 

*snickers as he harshly swats your inner thighs, keeping your legs spread as he groped the afflicted area adoring the pained whimpers that left you* 
“Mhmmm, this is what you want right?” 
*smacks you thrice more*
“Daddy’s gonna give you what you want, little one, but I better not hear you complaining about how sore you are tomorrow or else I’ll make it worse. Got it?” 

Originally posted by crystalerysipelas