i love the way your smile

I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.

Helena Bonham Carter

EXO reaction | to you wearing their shirt


  • He would be surprised at first though extremely… interested.
  • He’d think you look cute all dressed in that black sleeveless shirt of his, resting just above your mid-thigh.
  • Oh, and let’s not forget his black cap.
  • He’ll adore you wearing all his clothes despite looking awfully hot.
  • He’d definitely know what that could eventually lead up to.
  • And he’d be playful, oh yes. 

“Trying to seduce me in my own clothes, are we, princess?”

“Maybe…Is that what you want?”

“Oh, yes, yes.”

Originally posted by addtidathida


  • It would definitely leave him flustered and all.
  • A giggly mess.
  • He’d be confused as to what you intended with that.
  • Did you only want to be playful and wear that so flatter-fitting white shirt or did you expect something more?
  • Either way he’d find you completely adorable.

“You like my shirt, eh, darling?”

“It smells like you.”

“Ah–” -shies away-

Originally posted by suhomysuho


  • Would love it.
  • So much, too.
  • He’d find you more lovable, wearing his shirt.
  • He’d love the idea of you being comfortable, more so if it’s because of him
  • –even in an indirect way.
  • He’d adore your smile and cute giggles when you find him staring at you funnily. 

“How is it?” -twirling around in his shirt-

“Beautiful. Do you like it that much? Do you want more? Wait, should I get more so that you can use them too?”

Originally posted by squynhty


  • Well, he’d be all for it, honestly.
  • Even more when he’s not exactly that tall
  • –and it doesn’t really fit you that long.
  • You know what I mean.
  • He’d joke around at first, obviously.
  • But…

“Staring like that, eh, Byun? Give me a break, I might wear off.”

“Oh, no, just an idea, that’s all.” “I could always, you know, try your shirt on too or something… Let me just get this one out of the way first.”

Originally posted by baehkkyun


  • Unexpected.
  • He’d be unexpected.
  • You’d have thought seeing you in that not-quite-long-not-quite-short long sleeved shirt of his would, I don’t know, activate that little part of his brain.
  • But no.
  • He would become so sweet and careful with you
  • Thankful for having you with him, so, so close.

“You know I love you so much, right, (Y/N)?” -hugging you-

“Dae, I can’t breathe.” -struggling-

Originally posted by rxxbinc


  • Boy, oh, boy.
  • He would be very much whinny.
  • Why didn’t you wear his stuff more often?
  • For once he would complain about his height.
  • His shirt reaching down almost to your knees, fitting much more loosely than desired.

“Baby.” -whining-

“What.” -whining back-

“Don’t you think another shirt will fit you better than that?”

Originally posted by dailyexo


  • Okay, so, here, his hair grew.
  • “no, no, no, no, no, baby don’t say you want no bad guy”
  • But really, he would feel bad.
  • You standing there
  • A little lady sporting his shirt around mid-thigh, innocently soft and all–
  • he would feel bad.

“(Y/N), do you really want me to be the bad guy here?” -pouting his bitten lip-

“I never said I don’t want a bad guy.”

Originally posted by prkchaeyoung


  • He’d be so fluffing excited, honestly.
  • A giant tail-wiggling puppy.
  • Would have so many things in mind.
  • No, not those things.
  • Yes, you look damn good, but you know what is damn good too?
  • Cuddling down next to each other to watch some movies and binge on sweets. 

“WOW, baby, you look great. wAIT, what if I get a shirt on too, get a movie going, pop some corn–”


“–get some chocolates, and pillows and blankets aND–”

Originally posted by blondejongin


  • He would try to keep his calm on, alright.
  • Oh Sehun is proud.
  • Letting you know he’s feeling all flustered and chummy chummy by the simple act of you wearing his shirt would damage the reputation he’d built with you
  • (that of a cool, composed boyfriend)
  • –one which, after all, always broke with your antics. 

“Mhm? Something wrong, Hunnie?”

“W-Why do you ask?”

“You were staring.”

“Was I?”

Originally posted by oneandoneandonly


Words: 2k398

Paring: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: ⚤ - s m u t  |  ☁ - f l u f f

Description: He was your best friend, but life wanted you two to be more than that.

Warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, oral sex, fingerling, curse words, dom!jungkook and sub!reader.

A/N: Well… it has been a long time since the last smut I wrote, so I really hope you enjoy it.

M A S T E R L I S T   |   A S K

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Kang Daniel | Attraction

Originally posted by heartsjoker

prompt: you move into a new apartment complex. daniel’s your neighbor who owns the cats that always seem to find their way into your home…and your heart.

note: THE START OF MY DANIEL WEEK. so it’s my birthday week (my bday’s on the 26th of october hehe) and as a treat to myself, i’m posting a daniel story each day this week! annie @fromwannaone also requested this because she knew i was desperate for daniel requests :’) a true friend, y’all (also tagging @mongniel because who else should i share my daniel trashiness with than my dearest wife?)

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coffee (part one) - t.h.

word count: 1.1k

summary: a series au in which tom returns to his life as a university student after taking a year out to film spider-man

a/n: this is co-written with my beautiful darling olivia aka @booyfriendtom! she’ll be posting the next part and we’ll be taking it in turns to post updates!!

You first see Tom a few weeks into the term. He’s in the library with a hat pulled over his eyes and a snuggly uni jumper pulled over his body, hunched over notes from his hardest class. You decide against introducing yourself, instead going and buying him a coffee because he looks thoroughly exhausted. 

You go over to his table tentatively, clearing your throat, and he looks up with tired eyes as you speak, “I got you this.”
You shyly place it on the desk and slide it over to him, before reaching up to put some hair behind your ear.

“I’m, uh, you’re-” you stutter and he holds his breath because he knows this cute girl is about to mutter ‘Spider-Man’, just like everyone else does, but when you finish with the words, “my student mentor,” he lets out a huge sigh of relief, followed by a small chuckle.

You suddenly feel a little self-conscious because he’s laughing at you, as if you weren’t nervous enough about talking to him in the first place. Not because he’s Spider-Man, but because he’s the cute boy you’ve had a crush on since your very first day.

When he sees your frown, he’s quick to reassure you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- I wasn’t- nevermind, hi I’m Tom.”

You drop your head to smile shyly at your shoes before facing back up to look at him. In a soft voice, you introduce yourself and Tom can’t help but grin a little at your name, because it seems to perfectly suit you.

“Would you want to join me?” He asks, gesturing to the empty table in front of him.

“No, I don’t want to interu–”

“You wouldn’t be!” Tom says a little too quickly before letting out a nervous laugh, “I mean- I’ve got all this room…”

“Alright,” you nod, and he pulls the chair out next to him, despite the fact that there’s plenty of other chairs around the table that you could have sat at. You slide in next to him anyway and sigh, feeling a little awkward and out of your depth now.

“Thanks for the coffee by the way,” he takes a sip and smiles, and you feel immediately a little more at ease.

“I didn’t know if you wanted coffee or tea, you look like a tea kind of guy but then I thought you looked so tired, so I figured coffee, not that you look rough or anything-”
Tom chuckles again because you’re rambling with your nerves and he thinks it’s cute.

“Coffee is perfect, thanks love,” he takes another sip and places it down, before smoothing out the papers in front of him, and you watch him tentatively for a second, noting the way his eyebrows furrow when he’s confused by something in his notes, but then he looks up at you and you immediately scramble for your own books out of your bag.

He gives you a soft smile. You’re like a flustered chicken, squabbling about with your belongings, trying to get them in some sort of order for you to work.

He really wants to fill the sudden silence but he also wants to learn everything about you, like why you picked a black backpack or why you were wearing two different socks, but then he realises that you came here to get work done, so he couldn’t be distracting you. He just gives you a closed lip smile when you two accidentally meet eyes and goes back to his work.

You work in silence for a little while, occasionally stealing glances at each other when you’re sure that the other isn’t looking, until you realise that you actually could do with some help. You clear your throat in hopes that he’ll look up, which he does, raising his eyebrows questioningly.

“Um could you just explain this part to me?” You point it out on your page and he slides closer to you to get a better look. You feel his arm brush yours as he does, and he looks straight at you. The sun is shining harshly through the window opposite him, and he squints a little, but it gives you the opportunity to notice the different flecks of brown in his eyes.

“Yeah, were you in class for the last lecture?” He asks but he already knows the answer. It’s easier for him to notice the people who don’t pay much attention to him when everyone else does. “Where we compared Romeo and Juliet to Taming of the Shrew?”

Of course you were there and of course you remember what he’s talking about. How could you forget when he made the smartest remark in class?

“To be honest, professor, I think Romeo and Juliet’s anti-feminist morals is the biggest juxtaposition to Taming of the Shrew, which has been argued by feminist scholars that it is feminist.”

You had practically sighed in adoration, just like every other girl in class did.

“Uh, yep. Think I made it to that one,” you say, trying to play it cool.

“Okay so that’s essentially all you need to say just here,” he points towards the essay you’ve been writing, “and then I think you’re done.”

He smiles brightly at you and you stare back at him for a second. It feels as though his gaze is burning into yours, so you drop your head back to the table, reading furiously through your work.

“Are you sure? I feel like there isn’t enough?” You run a hand through your hair nervously and he nods, “You- uh, I mean, it’s perfect.”

He lifts his drink back to his lips again and you try to ignore the fact that he very nearly called you perfect, writing everything that you remember him saying.


A little later, you finally decide you’re finished and you begin to gather your things. Tom looks up with a frown.

“Leaving so soon?” He asks and you nod, “I’m all done.”

He runs his tongue along his bottom lip and then bites down on it, as if he’s contemplating something. His next words shock you.

“Would you maybe uh, maybe want to go and get a drink with me?”

“Oh.” You don’t mean for it to be rude, you’re just surprised. Didn’t he have something better to do?

“I don’t mean t–”

“No, I’d love to go!” You smile and notice him breathe out a sigh of relief.

“There’s a pub a few blocks down,” he informs you, shutting his laptop and forcing things into his bag quickly. “You fancy going there?”

“Sure,” you shrug. Everyone knows the pub is pretty shit but the beer is cheap. “Let’s go.”


your smile, your eyes, the way you laugh, the way you talk, the way you walk. I could stare at you forever.

anonymous asked:

Hi love! So I read this somewhere and it gave me an idea for a prompt. Basically after Mulder says yes to IVF, he goes back and wonders why him. He knows that Scully finds him reckless, stubborn, he himself knows he is an asshole sometimes (esp. to S). So maybe he goes back to confront her about her choice of why him and S explains. I think this also comes from M's reaction to compliments (remember Piper Maru?) I know you have tons to write but whenever the inspiration strikes :) - Detour Anon

You always have such wonderful prompts for me! I’m not sure I did this one justice. I tried my best. Set right after Mulder leaves Scully’s apartment in Per Manum. 

Tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic

Mulder can’t quite keep the grin off this face. Neither can he keep his eyes on the road. Or his concentration in check. A baby. He and Scully are going to try and have a baby. Not in the most traditional way, mind you. But when have they ever been traditional? Behind him a car blows the horn; Mulder didn’t notice the traffic light had changed from red to green. He puts his foot on the gas pedal, hopes that his mental autopilot directs him towards the Hoover Building and not into some ditch.

A baby.

A tiny human that’s half her and half him. Mulder has never seriously considered having children. It came up once when he and Diana were married. She was late and while they waited for the results, they used the tediously long minutes to speak about What If. Mulder didn’t want a child even if he never said the exact words to her. Not then, not with Diana. The negative result was the beginning of the end anyway. Though these days he knows it never should have started in the first place.

There is no doubt in Mulder’s mind that Scully will be a wonderful mother. In his mind, the baby is a small boy, who won’t have to compete with the hazy memory of Emily, a sister he’ll never meet. He’s got floppy hair, a reddish brown; the color of maple leaves in late fall. He’ll ask all the important questions with his big eyes: as big as saucers, as blue as the clearest ocean. Mulder loses himself in his daydream, in the idea of her child. Hers. Except it’s not going be just her. The poor kid, boy or girl, might end up with his nose. A car passes him by, the driver gesturing angrily through the window. Another traffic light he’s not paid attention to, Mulder realizes. 

His thoughts turn darker, change direction and his smile fades. Be careful, Mulder. Don’t jump on that train, Mulder. Don’t eat the evidence, Mulder. What if this potential child turns out just like him? Not listening to what he’s told, always convinced he knows better. Stubborn as a mule (though he’d never admit it to anyone). Reckless with his life and the feelings of others. Mulder sighs. Scully thinks everything through; whether it’s about which salad she should order, what clothes to wear or who to father her child. But then why him? So overwhelmed by her request, he did not even think about the Why. Once again he’d jumped right in. After she asked him, after she told him to think about it, he made his decision before she even left his apartment. The words had tickled his throat and only the expression on her face had stopped him. Think about it, she told him, tell me in a few days. That was Friday. Today, on Sunday, he could no longer keep quiet. Once or twice he wondered what she’d do about work. Whether or not she wanted him around for any of what would come after conception. None of his thoughts were as vivid as his dreams about the small child, pudgy arms and legs, squealing in delight, begging to be held. There was never a question as to what his answer would be.

Mulder’s car comes to a stop. So much for his autopilot: he is back at Scully’s place. Work can wait, he decides. It’s Sunday, after all. 

“Mulder?” Scully is surprised to see him back. “Please don’t tell me you changed your mind. I just called Dr. Parenti.”

“No! No, I didn’t change my mind. I was just wondering if you really thought this through?” No gentle preamble; he needs to know and he needs to know now.

“Excuse me?”

“No, that’s not what I - can I come in? I’m not sure your neighbors need to hear this.” She lets him in, crosses her arms in front of her. Mulder can’t blame her. This time she doesn’t ask if she can take his coat. Sweat breaks out on his forehead, trickles down his back and makes his shirt stick to him. 

“So you did change your mind.”

“No, I didn’t but Scully… why me?” Her eyes grow big, soften.

“Why you?” He nods, waits for her answer. 

“I’m not exactly a price, am I? You could choose anyone, Scully. Some handsome genius with impeccable manners and perfect genes. Why not choose that guy?“ 

"Sit down, Mulder.” He does as he’s told, her tone not giving him any other choice. She sits in front of him on her coffee table. She puts her hands on his thighs, their heads close together as if she’s about to share a secret with him.

“If you’d said no, I’m not sure I would have gone through with it. When Dr. Parenti asked me about a possible father… there was only you, Mulder. You were my first thought.”

“But-” She motions for him to be quiet. He bites his lip hard, nods. Scully is the reasonable one in this partnership. How does she not see his faults?

“You’re passionate, Mulder. You’re caring.”

“I’m stubborn.” He adds with a sheepish smile.

“You are,” Scully agrees with a matching expression, “but you’re stubborn in a good way. You never gave up on me, Mulder. Not when I was missing and not when I was in Antarctica. You never give up.” He’d go anywhere for Scully. If someone hid her away on the moon, he’d find her there, too. But her eyes tell him she is not done yet; must sense his remaining doubts.

“You have a beautiful mind,” she puts a finger against his forehead, “I love how your mind works. Well, most of the time. Your communications skills could use some work.”

“But Scully-” her fingers moves down from his forehead, touches his nose and lands on his lips. 

“I’m not done yet. You’re so open, Mulder. I know that your inclination to believe in just about anything drives me crazy sometimes. But it’s one of your greatest qualities." 

"You really think that?” Scully nods. 

“You infuriate me constantly, Mulder. But that doesn’t change the fact that I think you’re a wonderful man. The only man I can imagine myself doing this with.” There is something more she wants to say, he thinks. Her cheeks flush in a soft pink and he wonders if she considered telling him he’d make a great father. They’re not ready for that conversation just yet, though, and they both know it.

“I’m not too ugly either?” He grins at her, tries to take the seriousness out of their talk. 

“Did I answer your question, Mulder?” Scully’s hands are back on his thighs. Her face is still close. He could easily close the distance and kiss her, but they’re not quite ready for that step either. Soon, her eyes seem to tell him, and he nods, answers two questions; the one she asked and the one she didn’t.

“I should really go back to the office now.” Disappointment washes over her face and he regrets saying it. Before he can take it back though, she’s already gotten up; the moment is gone.

“Thank you again, Mulder. Dr. Parenti will call you with the details soon.” Back to business. Mulder gets up, too, sweaty and spent. He wants to hug Scully again just to feel her close, but doesn’t. 

“See you tomorrow? At work?” Scully nods, gives him one last, tiny smile.

“See you at work.” Mulder leaves with a stomach full of butterflies and a mind full of images of their precious baby boy. Soon.

Stan’s Sister Part 2 // Richie Tozier

Part 1 !!

“Stan I can explain-” Richie starts

“What are you dong here?” you ask

“Next time you ditch our bird watching plans don’t leave the reason you ditched me face up on your bed” he says holding up the note Richie left me

“Rookie mistake” you say mentally slapping yourself

“Y/N were going home” he walks over and grabs your hand pulling you away

“No!” you yell yanking your hand from Stan’s grip

“Why won’t you let me be with him?!”



“So?! You’ve heard the way he talks! He’s obnoxious and cracks jokes all the time and just NEVER shuts up!”

“So what?! He’s good to me!”

“Y/N you’re too young”



“Well it’s not like you’ve never talked to a girl or I don’t know..SPENT THE NIGHT ON HER BALCONY?!” *wink wink @ my fanfic readers

Stan gasps,


“uhm you guys..” Richie says trying to get a few words in

“SHUT UP RICHIE” Stan yells. For the first time ever, Richie actually listens to Stan and he shuts up.

“Well let me ask you this Stan..would you let me date Bill?”

“Uh Y/N..I’m still right here” Richie says from behind you

“just shh I have a point here”

“Well..no” Stan says

“Why?? What’s wrong with Bill? Or Eddie? Or Mike or Ben? Huh? They don’t crack jokes all the time do they?”

“No” Stan says quietly

“Then what is the problem?”

“They’re just….they’re boys” he says accepting defeat, “and you’re my baby sister. I just feel like I need to protect you” you decide to calm down a little bit and be sympathetic. Stan could be an over protective douche sometimes but you still loved him.

“At least Richie’s your friend..that way you know he won’t hurt me”

“She’s right” Richie says speaking up finally, “As much shit as I give you, I wouldn’t be with your sister unless I really liked her..and I do.” Stan stays quiet for a few minutes and then speaks up,

“Fine..I don’t like it, but I won’t try to stop it..just don’t kiss around me ever again and if you hurt her I will kill you Richie”

“Thanks man” Richie says smiling at him

“Sorry for downing you earlier” Stan apologizes

“Sorry for kissing your sister”

“No you’re not”

“Yeah I’m not”

“Well..I’m gonna go bird watch” Stanley says turning around and leaving. Once he is out of sight, Richie picks you up and twirls you. You giggle and he sets you down about to kiss you when,

“I can still hear you!” Stan yells. You two giggle and you reach up and kiss Richie anyways.

Hurricane - Leon Draisaitl

A/N: Okay guys, I’m really really really super proud of this one. I just love it. It is based on the song and music video of ‘Hurricane’ by Luke Combs (x). I hope you like it!

Word count: 1536

A/N: I don’t know, man. Bad stuff as always.

Master list

Originally posted by mcdraii

Hadn’t had a good time
Since you know when

Leon haven’t seen you in what it seems like forever, but maybe that was because you’ve made a huge effort on avoiding him. He could not pinpoint the moment when you went from a-little-more-than-just-friends to you completely shutting him off your life. He doesn’t blame you, he knew he was a dick and he deserves the cold shoulder you are giving him, but he hadn’t realized how much he needed you until you weren’t there.

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Taylor, seriously thank you so much for tonight. Thank you for your kindness, generousity, love. This will always be something that i’m gonna hold close to me. I love you and i’m smiling the whole way home.


A short story based off the song “Jolene” by Dolly Parton with a sapphic twist,  featuring a bisexual Brazilian heroine.

Tagging: @nolabird@smithy-smith, @carriewhiteburnsinhell, @mymblelife, @princessfangface, @imaginedsoldier, @mostbittern, @spondees

Luisa pokes at her stomach as she stares at herself.  No, she doesn’t suppose she is very beautiful; maybe her hair is nice, black and curly, but that’s about it.  Her belly is round and her legs are short. Her face is a moon, and not in a good way.  She’s just too round to be beautiful, and lacking in height.  Still, Bruno is her husband, and no one, not even the stunning Jolene, is going to take him away.

Luisa has arranged to meet with Jolene, to confront her.  To be fair, Luisa has very little proof.  Jolene’s fleeting glances and Bruno’s calling out the other woman’s name in his sleep is what fuels Luisa’s suspicions, and that in itself is not proof.

Of course, she does not want to confront the town’s most beautiful woman, with her flaming auburn hair and her emerald green eyes.  Yes, Jolene is beautiful, and kind, and there’s something intimidating about the way she stares at Luisa.  It’s too intense.  And then she looks at Bruno with so much longing.

There must be something.  This can’t just be in Luisa’s head like Bruno says.  But of course he would say that, wouldn’t he, if there were something…

Luisa rolls her eyes and shakes out her curls, pouts her lips and slaps her cheeks. Well. This will have to do.

Luisa gets to Jolene’s apartment complex a full ten minutes before she said she would be there. Maybe she gave herself too much time for the walk, but being early is better than being late, right? Honestly, Luisa is not looking forward to this talk.  She doesn’t want to seem eager or desperate, but she is. She is.

She steels herself, finds courage from somewhere, and rings the doorbell.

It doesn’t work.

Luisa resists the urge to stamp her foot and instead bites her lip hard enough to hurt. Then she takes a deep breath, and knocks.

She hears a thump followed by a crash, a loud meow, and a muffled Shit! The door opens suddenly, a flurry of red curls making Luisa step back.

“Hi, Luisa!” Jolene’s voice is breathless, and her smile is like a breath of spring.  Luisa wants to be angry, but it’s difficult when Jolene is looking at her like that, all intense-like.

“Um… Hi Jolene.  Can I come in?”

“Hi, yeah, of course just, oh fuck, get out of the way Charlie!” A ginger tabby winds its way around Luisa’s feet and promptly flops onto the welcome mat.

Luisa giggles.  “Your cat is cute.”

Jolene blows a lock of hair out of her eyes as she picks Charlie up off where he’s lounging on the floor and shrugs.  “He’s fat and lazy and I love him.” She buries her face into his fur and places him on her shoulder.  He perches, a king sat upon his mistress.  

The absurdity of it makes Luisa want to scream.  This woman is trying to steal her man, and Luisa is marvelling at how cute she is with her cat. What is wrong with her?  She feels heat rush to her face.

You’re just nervous, Luisa.  Get a grip.  Make your intentions known; stop being the meek little mouse everyone thinks you are.  Your marriage is on the line!

“You alright, Lu?”

Luisa shakes her head and clears her throat.  “Allergies.  Hayfever is a bitch.”

Jolene smiles knowingly and then gasps.  “Oh, come in, come in.  Haha, sorry. I do that sometimes when I’m nervous.”

Luisa hesitates over the threshold.  Nervous?  Pelo amor de Deus,  pleasepleasepleaseplease don’t let there be anything going on between them.

“I, uh, didn’t know if you’d be hungry, so I made some coffee and cookies. I know you’re always on a diet, but you know, you don’t need to be, you’re lovely just the way you are, and one cookie can’t hurt can it? And like, of course, if you don’t want one, please don’t feel pressured, they’re just there just in case you’re hungry, and–”



“Let’s dispense with the pleasantries.  You know why I’m here.”

Jolene flushes and steps back, swallowing.  “Wow, right to it, huh?  Okay.  Um. I’ve never done this before. With a married woman, I mean.”  Even in the admission of her guilt, her voice is soft like summer rain.  It’s infuriating. And she’s smiling.  Sem vergonha!  How can she be so confident?

Still, it’s odd wording.  Luisa bites her lip and looks straight at Jolene.  “I know you want him.”

Jolene jolts at this.  “What?”

“My husband is a good man, but even he can’t resist your charms.  You’re so beautiful…” Luisa sighs, then continues, “and he is only a man.  But you could have anyone, Jolene.”

Jolene shakes her head, and desperation sets in.  “You have to understand.  He is my husband and I need him.”

“You’re mistaken, Luisa, I would never–”

“I know you have!  Tonight confirms everything!  Please, I’m not beautiful like you.  He’s my husband. He’s my husband.  I love him.”

Jolene tilts her head, and shakes it.  “Do you?”


“Do you love him?

The cheek of it!  “Of course I do!”

Jolene’s mouth transforms into a line and she runs her hand through her hair.  Charlie has long since disappeared into the depths of Jolene’s little apartment.  “I think we need to clear something up.  I’m not going to steal your man away like some whatever it is you think I am.  I would never do that to you.”

“Please don’t lie to me.  Besides, I know something is going on.  Bruno…” Luisa has to swallow her pride, but her voice shakes.  “He talks about you in his sleep. There’s nothing I can to to keep from crying when he calls your name. I can’t compete with you, Jolene.”

Silence stretches before them, and then Jolene’s lip curls. “He doesn’t deserve you, or your loyalty.” Jolene takes a deep breath, and continues, “I could be good to you.”  It’s so quiet, Luisa almost thinks she imagines it.


Jolene bites her lip, and her earlier resentment is replaced with naked sincerity.  “I could be good to you.  Loyal and good.  You deserve at least that.”

Luisa stands, suddenly dizzy.

“You… but you… but what about Bruno? Don’t you—”

“Fuck Bruno.  I want you.  I thought I was being very clear.  I thought you were coming here to tell me you wanted me, too.”

“What the fuck…”

Jolene laughs, but it sounds sad.  “Yeah.  That’s been my entire evening. A beautiful woman I thought wanted me instead wants me to keep away from her creep of a husband.”

“He’s not–”

Jolene shoots her an incredulous look, and Luisa concedes.  “Okay, he can be a little macho.”

“A little? Luisa, please.”

The silence stretches between them, pregnant with possibility.  

“I don’t understand,” Luisa says.

“I’m a lesbian.”

“No, I got that bit.  I mean the rest.  Why do you look at me like you hate me sometimes?  And why do you look at Bruno like you want him?”

Jolene closes her eyes and clenches her teeth.  “I think you have that mixed up.  I look at him like I want to be him. I think.  And you?  I look at you like you’re a beautiful woman whose husband neglects her.  I get so angry when I think about him going after other women.”


“Well, he went after me.  I told him no, of course, which I don’t think he’s used to hearing.”


“Oh, Luisa.  He’s been doing this since you two started dating back five years ago. You must’ve known.”

“You’re just saying that.  You’re just saying that because–”

“Hon, do you really believe that?”

“I need to go.”

“Of course.” Jolene stands to let her out, but Luisa is already stumbling out of the living room, to the corridor, and through the door.

She gets a quarter of the way home before bursting into tears.

Bruno notices nothing, but then, of course he wouldn’t.  He married the good Catholic girl to make his parents happy–and probably because she wouldn’t put out.  That’s it, and she sees it now.  How could she have missed it?  

The sex is mechanical as always, and of course, if she wants to orgasm, she’s got to take care of it herself.  

Kisses feel slobbery, and when he grabs her, she is aware it’s a possessive embrace, not a lover’s.  It’s for the benefit of the men in their life, for them to know that she belongs to him.  It makes her feel sick.

As ever, Jolene’s presence looms over them, but for different reasons.  Luisa begins to imagine what it would be like if Jolene were between her legs and not her husband.  If her kisses are soft, or just as gross as Bruno’s.

It drives her crazy, until one day, she makes a decision.

Luisa finds herself at Jolene’s door three weeks after that fateful Saturday.  She doesn’t really know what she’s doing here, but she knows she’s had a bath, and she knows she’s curled her hair with the curling iron, and she’s wearing her nicest dress and her pair of sexy underwear.  Probably nothing will happen, but she knows that if it does, she wants to be prepared.  

She tries the doorbell, and of course it doesn’t work, so she knocks.

When Jolene opens the door, her red curls are held up with a paintbrush, and she has a smear of paint on her face.  Luisa is endeared.

“What are you–”

“Can I come in?”


Luisa enters, and closes the door behind her.  Jolene is stood biting her lip, and staring at Luisa with what can only be wariness.

“What’s up?” Jolene finally manages.

“You, um… I came to apologize.”


Her face falls, so Luisa continues, “And, um, maybe…. maybe my happiness depends on you.”

Jolene sighs, agitation plain in her eyes.

“I told you, Luisa. I’m not going after your—”

“No! No, no that’s not what I meant. I meant… you said that you could be good to me.”


Luisa resists the urge to laugh and instead, inches forward. She is unsure, but Jolene stays where she is, only mild surprise gracing her features. Their faces are moments from each other’s when Jolene closes the gap, her lips soft and firm.  Luisa forgets to check and see if Jolene drools on her like Bruno.  She’s caught up in the softness of Jolene, the half-light of the hall, the sounds of their lips coming together in worship.  Her knees feel like they’re going to give, and it is then that Jolene breaks away.

She takes Luisa’s hand, softly, reverently.  “You sure?”

Luisa nods.  If she wasn’t before, she certainly is now.

Jolene smiles, that brilliant spring-smile of hers, and Luisa follows her deeper into the apartment.

She doesn’t leave until evening.

serkewen12  asked:

Bookstore AU, "Can I help you", with 🤔🤔🤔 ummmmmm how about Lafayette. Love you l. This prompt list is awesome! ❤

After a particularly long and draining morning at work, you decide to make your way to the bookstore that’s around a five minute walk away from work to spend your lunch break there.

Wandering through the quiet aisles of the small second hand bookstore, it’s easy to relax and push all the thoughts of work from your mind. 

“Can I help you?” a deep voice with a French accent asks from behind you. 

You turn to see a worker you’ve never seen before smiling at you, his curly hair tied behind his head, with a few curls that have fallen free. 

“Oh um no, no I’m okay,” You say quickly, smiling a him as you turn a book over in your hands. “I’m just looking.” 

“Of course. If you need anything let me know,” he says with a wide smile before disappearing behind the shelf. 

As you continue to look through the store you accumulate a small pile of books before taking them to the counter. And there is that cute french guy again. 

He smiles at you as you make your way over, and is charming through your entire conversation until it’s time to leave. He gives you one last grin before you make your way back out the store. 

It’s not until you get home that night that you find his phone number written on your receipt. 

parkji-ang  asked:

hey lovely! drabble game number 85 with yoongi? :)

send me number + an idol’s name and i’ll write a drabble for you!

Yoongi’s shoulders slumped as he shuffled his way to where you were. He let his body fall into the chair, his head coming to rest on your shoulder. 

“Stay awake,” you whispered, leaning to kiss his head. “The sooner you get this done, the sooner we can go home,” he smiled at your words, moving to return the kiss to your cheek. “I’m trying,” he groaned, rubbing his eyes. “You’re almost done,” you offered him a smile, which he returned. “Can you always be on set?”  

anonymous asked:

My parents are fighting again and it's just getting hard to cope with. Is there any way some of the boys (preferably Light and Anti) could give me some hugs and cuddles pretty please with a septiceye and tiny box tim on top?

I can never deny a septiceye or tiny box tim!

Light swept into the room quietly, smiling warmly as he approached and opened his arms for you to lean into. His embrace was strong but tight, holding you against his chest as he rested his cheek against the top of your head.
“Do not worry, love, you’ll be ok. Your parents will calm down soon. I’ll stay with you till they do.”

The only place I see you is in my dreams

Only for a few hours, I talk to you. I tell you what is on my mind.

And you smile, oh your beautiful smile, like beautiful white shiny pearls.

You make me feel a way that I never felt before

In love

You let me be myself, you accept me

But in real life, I don’t know how to speak

I trip I fall I mumble

And all of sudden, I feel unwanted.

Like you don’t want me

But I want you

I want you more than you’ve ever thought

anonymous asked:

whats about your girlfriend made you decide to do distance? what did you see in her that you couldn’t find whereabouts you are?

Everything. Literally, every single part of her is worth the distance. She is her own person. She is lovely in every way. She was the kindest heart. She cares. She loves hard. She is invested and dedicated, not only in us but in everything she does. Her smile makes my heart explode, and she makes all of my days better. I admit I’m awful at turning my thoughts into words so I’m probably not doing myself justice here but, trust me when I say she’s everything I want and I’m okay with the fact that I did not find that here.

anonymous asked:

Your Rep: IDK why but I fell as if you the little sibling/baby of the fandom (in a good way) cause you're real nice to everyone and I'd square up if anybody was mean to you.

I don’t mind this role tbh because I get to smile at everyone and make sure everyone is happy, and I love you for being willing to fight for me but you don’t have too. I don’t want to make you fight my battles