i suppose no shower for me today

How often my conversations about feminism have spiraled into requests for assault. I say, “Women don’t need men to defend them,” and am asked, “Can I punch you, then?” And I say, “Women belong in movies and video games and everything,” and I hear terrible things, unprintable slurs and demands for my assault, the threatening of a young woman to shut up: What they would do to silence me. The things they’d shove between my teeth. I say, “Men cannot threaten any woman they disagrees with,” and I’m told, “Women are just as cruel. Am I not supposed to respond in kind?” In my inbox today I have deleted sixteen messages asking for my life. When I say, “Your virginity only means what you want it to mean,” I’m asked, “If you believe in sexual freedom can I fuck you?” When I say “All it takes to be a woman is to want to be a woman,” I am asked, “So if I just say that I’m a woman, can I watch you in the shower?” As if women stand shadowy behind each other in our private moments. As if being woman means sexually assaulting each other.

Part of me - cynical, unwilling to be frightened, says that it might be a nice dose of reality. My shower where I am naked but my hair becomes streaky and thin, where my body sags, where my makeup smears. To witness a woman less than sexy, legs akimbo while shaving, pulling up flab thighs to reach the underside. Part of me dares them to punch me because I fight to win and am small but I’ll kill a man if he touches me. Once I dropped a U.S Marine. Part of me, hellfire and ice queen - says come on, then. You want a fight? Come fight me.

But more is scared. More timidly deletes messages, makes sure my name is hidden, doesn’t answer the endless antifeminist comments. The insertion of men and their opinion on simple things like “I teach children to ask before hugging.” When I close my eyes sometimes I wonder if they’re right and that scares me. How much am I going to change when my voice only echoes around me.

Why are you angry. Why are you angry. What do you think we are taking from you? If it’s not already equal why would equality frighten you.

The ancient art of being a woman and trying to get your voice heard: the gentle suggestion, the peaceful comment. The quiet listening to another opinion and the fact we must acknowledge it before we can continue. That I must educate, be sweet, be feminine in my feminism or else it’s “invalid.” I must present my declaration as a timid thing: “Women maybe should be part of more things.” And then the apologies: of course I don’t hate men, yes I like plenty of things with men in them, no I don’t think women are better. And then the explanations: women are people, here is the number of women in media, here is the number of dead women in media, here are the number of shows led by men. And then I brace for it. For the bullying.

Every time I speak it’s from a flinch. From “maybe this isn’t always the case but for me it is.” From please listen. From less demanding. God forbid I state factually that men are violent. If I speak about our fathers and brothers and the cycle of anger unfolding. God forbid I suggest that just once we should cut the bullshit and treat women well without pandering to men about how that helps them. What if I say “Men shouldn’t hit anyone. Hitting isn’t an answer.”

I’ll tell you what happens. The post was up for four seconds with three notes. The message I get is “If hitting isn’t allowed I’ll just go ahead and shove a gun down your throat.”

╰◈╮PROTECTIVE SENTENCE STARTERS.

“ Where do you think you’re going? “
” I really don’t want you hanging out with them. “
” Where have you been all night? “
” I think it would be a good idea to get tracking devices. “
” I’m putting cameras up all around the house for security. “
” Don’t leave the house with the pocket knife or mase. “
” I think we should get some better security. “
” I’m going to get us a dog for security purposes. “
” You really need to find better friends. “
” I don’t think your friends are really your friends. “
” Okay, call me as soon as you get there. “
” Don’t you dare text and drive! “
” Please don’t text while you’re driving. “
” Is that outfit really appropriate? “
” I think we should go shopping for your new clothes. “
” He careful when you go to walk down the steps. “
” Always knock before going inside. “
” You have the emergency contact list right? “
” Are you skipping school again? You know I’m going to give you a talk. “
” I don’t want you going anywhere with those people. “
” You aren’t aloud out past ten, you know that. “
” Hey, I don’t make the rules around here. “
” You should probably stay home with us tonight. “
” Why don’t you stay home and have some family time? “
” You missed family game night for that? “
” That’s the second time tonight you missed family game night? “
” I can’t believe you’re dissing us for your fake friends. “
” Hey, why don’t you come out and socialize with your family? “
” Look, I’m just worried about you is all. “
” You don’t want me to take you to school? “
” Where are you going? I can give you a ride. “
” You’re not allowed to go out without one of your brothers or sisters. “
” You can go as long as your brother/sister can go too. “
” I put double locks on all the windows in the house. “
” I think we should move to a nicer neighborhood. “
” I do not want you out driving at night. “
” I dont want anyone out while the storm is coming. “
” Remember to stay indoors when the storm comes. “
” We need to go over our fire escape route again. “
” You aren’t supposed to shower during storms, dear. “
” Are you feeling okay? Want me to draw you a bath? “
” You’re sick, just stay home today and rest. “
” I don’t want you to be home alone. “
” Would you like to come to work with me today? “
” Why haven’t you answered any of my calls or texts? “
” You do not ignore me like that again. “
” I can’t believe I’ve been up all night worried sick! “
” No, you could get alcohol poison. “
” I don’t want anyone drinking in this house. “
” What happened to all that money I gave you? “
Oversized Sweater || Peter Parker

“i really love Spider-Man. I feel like I shouldn’t, but i do.”

“Jen, I have a Spider-Man shower curtain. If you’re looking for someone to shame you for loving Peter Parker, it’s certainly not gonna come from me.”

-me to my best friend about our mutual love for Spidey.

Here’s my first time posting a Peter Parker reader insert on tumblr. I’m supposed to be working on requests for DeviantArt but ssssh, I’ll get to it later. I just wanna indulge in Peter Parker for a little while longer 💕

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Today had been awful for you, and you needed your daily dose of Peter cuddles in order to make it to the weekend.

“Ugh, fuck Tuesdays, honestly.”

Because 99% of the teachers in Midtown High were out to get you, you had to deal with pop quizzes for half of your classes and you had been called on numerous times to answer questions you didn’t even know the answers to.

It felt like you had been made into a complete laughingstock throughout the day, and you were honestly exhausted.

There was no way you were going home after this shitty day.

Earlier, you had texted your parents, letting them know that you planned to stay the night at Peter’s place, and you were super grateful that they let you go without a single complaint.

You knew that they would let you spend the night at his house because he was basically your best friend in the whole world. Ignoring the fact that you had feelings for him, you were okay with being his best friend and did your best to support him when he DID have crushes. (Damn you Liz Allan for winning Peter’s affections just from existing!)

Letting out a sigh of relief when you arrived at Peter’s apartment complex, you walk up the creaky steps and greeted the neighbors that passed by with a smile on your face.

Arriving at Peter’s apartment, you knock on the door and wait a few beats, hoping that Aunt May wouldn’t mind you spending the night. After waiting a few minutes, you hear the lock unlatch before revealing a cheerful woman as she greeted you with a wide smile. “[Name], it’s good to see you! Unfortunately, Peter will be working a bit late and won’t be home until much later.”

“That’s fine! I’m used to his crazy schedule, anyways.” You step into the apartment and detect the scent of cinnamon and apples in the air, “Ohh, are you making something Aunt May?”

“I am. I wanted to treat Peter with his favorite apple pie since he’s been so good. Has he told you about the internship he got with Mr. Stark?”

You nod, “He has. But again, it comes as no surprise to me since he’s so smart. Do you mind if I help you?” You ask with a beaming smile on your face.

"Are you kidding me? I was counting on your help!”

You spend the next couple of hours baking with Aunt May. During that time, both of you shared embarrassing stories pertaining to Peter as you each got bits of sugar and flour in your hair from how much you were giggling.

It was nearing 10 in the evening when you and May finished baking the pie and had a quick dinner of meatballs and spaghetti. She saves a plate for Peter and places it in the fridge when you excused yourself.

"I think I’m gonna wait for Peter in his room.”

"That’s fine dear, but remember-”

Yes, I’ll keep the door open. Jeez, I keep telling you there’s nothing to worry about since Peter only sees me as like, his sister. Goodnight May!”

The older woman laughs and responds with her own “Goodnight.” When she sees that you have disappeared into Peter’s room, she shakes her head, practically in disbelief at how oblivious you were when it came to her beloved nephew’s feelings for you.

{…}

You sigh and throw your schoolbag against the corner of Peter’s room. Scratching the back of your head, you quickly rummage through the drawers and found the sweater and pair of sweatpants you always wore when you spent the night. Holding his clothes close to your chest, you snuggle them for a few seconds before putting them on.

Of course the clothes were a little long on you, but you were too busy acknowledging the fact that you were surrounded with Peter’s comforting scent.

You really didn’t care how much his clothes dwarfed your form.

You breathe in deeply, smelling the faint scent of his cologne. With a dreamy smile on your face, you fall into Peter’s twin sized bed and curled up against his pillow, nuzzling its softness before shutting your eyes.

{…}

It was close to midnight when Peter finished his nightly patrol around the city. When he came home, he was greeted with the mouth watering scent of apple pie and spaghetti. Going into the kitchen, he sees the note that Aunt May left him:

Dinner is in the fridge, your favorite pie is on the counter ♡ ps- [name] is spending the night so please be quiet when you come home!

His appetite was long forgotten when he realized that –you– were here. With his heart hammering in anticipation, Peter tiptoes to his room and sees you curled up in his bed.

His heart melts at the sight of you, and he feels a strange type of possessiveness wash over him. You looked good in his clothes, and he would do anything to keep you by his side.

No other man would ever know the pleasure of you wearing their clothes.

Shrugging off his hoodie, he throws it to the side and gets on the bed with you, being careful with his movements so that you wouldn’t awaken. With an almost reverent touch, he runs the back of his hand against your cheek.

“You’re so beautiful. You’ll never know how much I want you to be mine…” his heart continued its rapid gallop, and he felt all of his hesitation disappear at the sight of your sleeping face. Taking advantage of the fact that you were unconscious, Peter leans in and presses a kiss against your lips.

"I love you.”

In your sleepy haze, you heard him and wrap your arms around his neck, opening your eyes just a tiny bit as a smirk adorned your features, “So you love me? I thought you had a thing for Liz.”

Peter stutters, feeling flustered at hearing your sleepy voice and looking at your features at such a close proximity. You prevent him from pulling away by kissing him again, effectively silencing his nervous rants when he kissed you back.

After a few minutes, you pull away and look into his sweet brown eyes, hearing him admit, “I only had a mild crush on Liz. You are the one I’ve always wanted.”

You giggle and kiss the bottom of his jaw. “Tell me, what made you finally admit your undying love for me? I… I honestly thought I didn’t have a chance with you.”

Peter chuckles before pulling you toward him in a warm hug, making you settle against his chest when he lays back. He kisses the top of your head, “It’s me who thought I wouldn’t have a chance with you because you’re too good for me. But to answer your question…”

Peter trails off and places his hand on the sweater your were currently wearing. Your breath hitches when he gently reaches in and touches your skin from beneath the fabric, “Seeing you wearing my clothes has always been a weakness of mine, and I couldn’t stand just having you as a friend anymore.”

You giggle and nuzzle Peter’s chest before leaning up to press a kiss against the base of his throat. “Then I should wear your sweaters more often.”

[end]

Originally posted by captainamericacivilwhore

Constant | Part 3

Vernon x Reader

2813 words

Synopsis: after returning home from work, you hear Vernon doing some… personal things in the next room over

Warnings: mutual masturbation with a catch

I update this series every Sunday close to 6 pm EST

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Can’t Help It

Originally posted by peruni

MATURE

Minseok stood in the doorway of your bathroom and watched as you worked to apply the finishing touches to your makeup. He’d spent weeks begging you to accompany him to the company’s Christmas party but now that the time had come, the party was the last place he’d like to be. He’d tried so hard to get you to agree so that the two of you would be able to spend some time, if only a little, together after all of the year-end events and concerts he’d been forced to attend.

However, that plan flew out the window as soon as he made it home.

Minseok wanted to spend the first day that he was home making up for lost time but he’d been unable to get away from even more rehearsals and events. He’d been forced to spend his first night back in town in the studio working on the choreography for a concert when all he really wanted was to be at home with you.

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I’m reading Patti Smith’s book on my balcony and
today I bought two new notebooks after therapy and
I re-strung my fairy lights so they’re over my head and
they look so pretty, like little galaxies and
I think the new apartment is starting to feel like home.
I don’t tell you any of this, any of these tiny tales of another day without you beside me
and you don’t share anything, either.
Suddenly and clearly, I can see that we’re done;
the arguments, I think we could work through.
The indifference, we can’t.
I’ve been crying for days: in the shower, in the streets, at work
as I package up wine glasses carefully,
trying not to break anything else.
I don’t have the pretty words for this anymore;
I’ve lost the drive to turn all the pain into poetry.
For now, I’m just letting it be pain.
My therapist asked me today why I am so determined
to believe you are so wholly good
I said, “Because that’s the way it’s supposed to be.”
Everything feels so wrong, now, but at least there’s no more pretending.
At least I’m facing that sometimes what’s supposed to be just…isn’t.
—  Desperate measures (a.p.)
I Want You, All of You...

Originally posted by etherealjackson

JB & Jackson meddle in Mark’s love life

Genre: Slight Fluff - Smut

Warnings: Smut, Cursing


“Stop drooling over her and just tell her already!” Jackson shouted, grabbing Mark’s phone from him as he had started scrolling through all your Instagram pictures… again.

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Miss you~V

Pairing: Taehyung (V) x You
Warning: Smut
× × × × × × ×

’“I’ll come today baby. My manager gave me 2 free days since i needed to see you”’ Taehyung said over the phone

“Yayy i can’t wait to see you!” You smiled, happiness filling you

’“Okay babe, see you soon”’

“Byee”

You squealed as you two finished the short conversation. He wasn’t supposed to come home for next 2 months, or even more. You got up and decided to clean yourself a bit, since you were in your pjs only with a little dirty hair did in your ponytail.

“Gosh i need a shower” You mumbled to yourself before stepping inside the bathroom

× × ×

You took a deep breath, warmith of hot water still able to be felt on your skin. You dried your hair fast and brushed it, making it look decent. For clothes, you took just some simple shorts and Tae’s shirt, since he loves when you wear his clothes.

Just as you finished with dressing up, you heard a knock on your door. It was obviously Tae. You run towards the door, not wanting to make him wait.

“I missed you” You said jumping in a hug as you opened the doors

“I missed you too. So much” He replied hugging you back

He came inside the apartment, you still not letting him go. Just as you managed to lock the doors, he attacked your lips with a deep kiss

“Mhm-Tae” you moaned in between kisses

“Said something princess?” He asked, licking his lips as he stared down at you.

“I-i love you” You said, feeling yourself getting wet as he massaged your lower back with his long, slender fingers.

“I love you too, princess” He replied before starting to kiss your jaw line, making you moan loudly

You felt your knees go weak, and before you could say anything, like Taehyung knew, he picked your up with a bridal style. While staring at you with those beautiful dark eyes, he brought you to yours bedroom.

He threw you on the bed, before moving on top of you, kissing your neck hungrily, making hickeys all over it.

It wasn’t often that Taehyung was this dominant, but when he is, like right now, you melt under his touch and you aren’t able to think properly. It’s like he’s making you crazy.

“I love when you wear my things, princess…but right now, i want nothing more, but to see you naked. Right in front of me and only for me” Taehyung said, staring lustfully at you

“Go on then” you breathed out

Taehyung wasted no time. He looked at your clothes, before hurriedly moving the shirt off of you, and then your pair of shorts. Underneath those were a pair of black underwear. Taehyung scanned your body, before also removing those, so thag you were completely naked, laying in front of him.

“Someone’s really wet” Taehyung said, moving down on your lower region

“W-well” you blushed, stuttering

“Shh don’t worry, princess. I love seeing you that wet for me” He said as he placed his point finger at your entrance

You groaned at his actions, hating how he loved to play with you when you’re wet. He loved making you wait and beg for him.

“P-please” You gasped

“Please what?” He asked cocky

“Please…please fuck me” You begged

“Well, someone’s eager” He replied before pushing one of his fingers inside of you, making you moan.bHe pumped inside of you, soon putting inside another finger.

“You’re tight ” Taehyung said, loving the way you look when he pleasures you

You felt that you’ll come soon, and before you knew it, you were coming a lots on his fingers, letting out a loud moan. He pulled out his fingers out of you, licking off your juices.

“T-taehyung, i need you.” You said wanting to feel him inside of you

“I need you too princess, get ready now” He whispered on your ear as he moved himself on your entrance

He slowly started coming in, but ended up slamming against you, making you let out one hell of a moan. He started thrusting fast, moving almost completely out before slamming onto you again and again. You were a moaning mess, holding onto his shoulders as he thrusted into you.

“You’re so tight princess, so fucking tight!” He groaned and he moved in and out

“T-taehyung, i’m gonna-”

“I’m gonna come too princess” He replied

Soon, he was filling your insides with his sperm. There were lots of it, some even coming out of you. You layed on the bed, feeling like you’re on cloud nine. Your breathing was compeltely steady yet, when you felt him turn you on your stomach

“You didn’t think we were done, were you?” Taehyung said in husky voice, which always send thrills down your back

He spanked your ass, loving how you would moan at the contact of his skin hitting yours.

He positioned himself at your entrance again, ready for round two. He slammed hard into you yet again, making you moan each time he thrusted. His hand was brought up on your neck, slightly choking you as he thrusted in. The rush of being choked like that was breaking all bounrades of excitement

Taehyung gripped onto your neck tighter as he came into you for the second time tonight, letting out a low groan as he did. His juices filled every inch of you, making you see the stars.

But it wasn’t still enough for him. He needed you, so so much. After months of not being near you and not being able to touch you, he craved for you. Then seing you in that tight shorts you wore earlier, it definitely made him be even more horny

He noticed how you were more quiet now, tired from the two rounds but also still enjoying the feeling of him coming into you

“I’m not done with you yet” He said, groping your ass as he pulled you more near him.

“Put that ass up for me princess” He said as he positioned himself on your entrance

You did as you were told, not expecting the next thing that happened. He inserted himself in you, but in the other hole. You let out a loud moan, followed with soft whimpers as he was pumping in and out of your ass hole.

The feeling of you being so tight around him, was arousing him even more. His pace didn’t slow down even though he felt as he was coming. Instead, he started pumping harder, his semen flowing even deeper inside of you.

You fell on the bed, his semen falling out of your ass hole. You were still slightly shaking in pleasure, a dreamy look on your face. Your legs were as someone cut them off, you basically couldn’t feel them anymore.

Taehyung layed right next to you, his big hand moving up and down your body. He fell alseep like that, looking at his precious little princess which he made feel amazing after not seeing her for that long.

× × × × × ×

This was my second smut i ever wrote, actually. Hope you liked it!

After Party

Jenna fell so heavily onto the bed that Val bounced next to her. He cracked a smile, but didn’t have the energy to laugh.

“Time is it?” he mumbled, pulling her close to him and kissing her hair, still wet from the shower.

“Late. Early. Whichever.” She curled up next to him, closing her eyes and sighing.

“And what time are we supposed to ready tomorrow? Or today?”

“Like noon. For the bus.”

He ran his fingers slowly through her hair, untangling the wet strands. “And that gives me how many hours to sleep?”

“Don’t ask.”

This time Val did manage a small laugh. He kissed her cheek. “Did you have fun today?”

She turned in his arms and gave him a small and very tired smile. “Too much, I think.” She yawned. “Any chance Peta meant noon on like Wednesday?”

“She’ll kill us if we miss the pool. Well, she’d blame me and kill me probably.”

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In The Waves

Pairing: Spencer X Reader


Warnings: none


Request by anon where Spencer and the reader share their first kiss at the beach.
Here it is ❤


You had just finished your morning workout when Spencer called. You answered and tried not to sound out of breath. “Hey, Spencer.”


“Good morning!” He sounded like he had already had three cups of coffee today. “Do you have any plans today?”


“I have to run to the store in a bit, but that can wait until later. Why? Did you want to do something today?”


“Well, do you remember what you were telling me about last week?”


“Do you mean when I said that I wanted to go to the beach as soon as the water wasn’t freezing anymore?”


“Yes, that. The water is supposed to be warmer today, still a little cold, but at least it should be bearable. Would you want to go today? I mean you don’t-” You stopped his cute rambling before he could talk himself out of it. “I’d love to, Spencer.”


“Great!” He sounded relieved. “Um.. should I pick you up or do you just want to meet down there?”


“Pick me up around eleven? I’ll be ready.” Even you could hear the smile in your voice as you talked for a while longer. You said goodbye and hung up, quickly taking a shower and putting on your light blue bikini. Throwing on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top, you brushed your hair after it dried. It was nearly time for Spencer to be there, so you grabbed your purse, and a bag with a few towels and sunscreen, slipping into your flip flops.


You opened the door to find Spencer with his hand raised, ready to knock. He had on swim trunks, a t-shirt, and a pair of flip flops. His dark sunglasses hid his eyes from you. He slowly dropped his hand, instead taking the bag with the towels and waiting for you to lock the door. He surprised you by taking your hand and leading you to his car, opening the door for you.


After you sat down, he closed the door and walked around to the other side. He threw the bag in the back seat and started the car, the drive there being filled with talk about work and how the last case had gone.

The beach was fairly popular today, so you took Spencer’s hand and led him along the shore until you found a spot just on the other side of a few boulders. It was a secluded spot that you had known about for years. The shallows stretched a bit further here, and there was a sand dune that blocked the other people from your vision.


You set out two of the towels on the sand, taking off your shoes before sitting down next to Spencer. You thought you could feel him staring at you, but couldn’t tell because of the sunglasses that still adorned his face.


Hours went by before either of you got up. You stood up first, turning to him. “I think I’m going to swim for a while. You coming?”


“Yeah.” He stood up and slipped his shirt off. Despite being tall and lanky, he was surprisingly well toned. You couldn’t help but stare as he put his shirt in your bag.

He could feel you staring at him throughout the day. He had been so nervous when he called you, thinking that you’d say no just like the rest of the team usually did when he asked them to go somewhere with him. He’d been over the moon happy when you’d said yes.


He had seen you biting your lip as you glanced at him earlier, as though you had wanted to say something, but had decided against it. He had liked you ever since you first started at the BAU, so when he turned around and witnessed you take your shirt off, your shorts already on your towel, he was happy that his glasses hid his eyes. He could feel them widen considerably as he took in your form, running to the water and diving in immediately.  


He was quick to follow, coming up behind you and splashing you lightly. You turned around, a smirk on your face as you splashed him back, diving under while he was distracted. You accidentally touched his leg as you went by, giving away your position. He grabbed your arm and pulled you up, throwing you over his shoulder and marching back to the shore.


Stepping onto the sand, he slipped, dropping you and landing on top of you, his head landing on your chest. You giggled as he lifted his head, his face red from embarrassment. “S- Sorry, (Y/N). I didn't… That wasn't….”

You stopped his apology by placing your hand on his cheek and tugging him up to meet your lips. His were slightly chapped, gliding against yours as he deepened the kiss.


When he pulled back, questions at the ready, you pecked his lips one more time. “I like you, Spencer. I have for a while. Maybe we could go for coffee tomorrow? As a date?”


He smiled down at you. “I’d love that-”


Your phone started ringing a minute before Spencer’s went off. “I guess we’ll have to do it when we get back. At least they didn’t call us in for a case earlier.” He kissed you again before tugging you up off the ground and collecting your things, leading you back to his car.

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A Special Day (M)

Genre: smut/romantic AF fluff

Summary: It’s your birthday and Jackson gives you a lovey dovey, amazing time.

Word Count: 3635

Written by: Admin Smutty Woozfairy

Warnings: This is hella fluffy, so here is your warning.

A/N: First I want to apologize to @hannah-martinezzzz for taking so long with this request. I didn’t expect my summer to be as hellish as it was. Secondly, the request was a smut, yes, but it just didn’t want to happen that way. If you want another, more smutty, story, Hannah, please feel free to message me. I hope you like it anyway~~.

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7.15.17

In the shower today
I was halfway through scrubbing the cells
off my cheeks and chin
with a rugged old washcloth when I remembered
I’m supposed to go easier
with soft fingers.
I forget the things I’m supposed to do,
on principle, on advice of others out in the world.

So on principle I shouldn’t be giving
you minutes of my day, I guess
all because you were mean
when we were sixteen?

I’m not that good at holding grudges.

You taught me a lot those years
about not knowing where I stood,
a rocky balancing act I never quite mastered.

I’m better at history.
It only makes sense to start at the start line fault line
I want to be better at rewriting history.
Give me a few days and maybe I’ll erase
a new story’s ending
ending but just
getting
started.

Alexander  pt.2[BTS Jungkook ] (M)

jungkook x reader (y/N)

bts members

Genre : angst/smut/fluff

Mature contents: this is not a fairy tale leave if you don’t like it,

Summary: he gave me fire and i need to find him ;with him i saw stars ,i wasn’t scared i felt safe.. i liked his kisses and i wish we meet again …

part 1 2 3 4 5

MASTERLIST


Originally posted by sugutie


happy valentine’s Day lovelies ^^

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Okay, so, glue in my hair that makes me look like the dude from Something About Mary but hey!
Wallpapering is done :D I’m happy with how it turned out, too ^_^
Ed picked fabric and metallic material, though D; that was a bitch for a first wall papering attempt, but I suppose it’s a good tester!

I know Jess was grumpy today but I’m hoping this’ll help her feel better ^_^

Off for a much needed shower now!

Hold Up: Tom Holland x Black Reader

Oneshot: Tom cheats and this is based off of Lemonade. 

Pray You Catch Me


Originally posted by frambuazlisarap

You were half asleep when you heard the alarm beep. You knew it was him, he walked in quietly with his suitcase. “How was it?” He jumped not expecting you to be awake. “Jesus Y/N, you scared me!” 

“I thought you got back earlier today?” You questioned. “Uh yeah I was supposed to but the flight got delayed.” He lied effortlessly. You looked over at your clock, 1:00 a.m. 

Something don’t feel right because it ain’t right
Especially comin’ up after midnight

You smiled and gave him a hug, the strong scent of perfume reeked through his clothes. You felt like complete shit, why was he cheating? Were you not good enough?

I smell your secrets, and I’m not too perfect
To ever feel this worthless

“I’m going to take a quick shower, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He stripped off his clothes and walked in the bathroom. As soon as you heard the shower turn on you waited a few seconds and then scrolled through his phone. You saw the same number. The girl was with him on his flight to London and back, they apparently went to a hotel before he came back here. Tears stung your eyes as she sent him a picture of her wearing the exact same necklace he bought you for Valentine’s day. 

You were angry now and you wanted to kill him but you had to keep yourself calm.

How did it come down to this? Scrolling through your call list
I don’t wanna lose my pride, but I'mma fuck me up a bitch

You threw his phone down and tried to go back to sleep. The next morning you got all dolled up and walked into the kitchen. You not sure were it came from but you felt a sudden burst of giddiness, you know you had a plan on how you were going to confront him and you were ready. 

“What’s so funny?” He asked. “Nothing.” You smiled pulling out the sharp knife and aggressively sliced an apple. “I’m going out in a few.” He mumbled looking at his phone. 

“Where?” You snapped slamming the knife down. His eyes widened, “Out to a meeting with my agent.”

You laughed and continued to slice the apples, “Fine, okay.”

What’s worse, lookin’ jealous or crazy? Jealous or crazy?

You waved at him as he walked out of the door. You dialed the P.I. received some more news about his stay in London. “Thank you so much.” You laughed. “Um Ms. are you okay? I know hearing these things can be heartbreaking but we don’t want you doing anything irrational.”
“Thank you so much for your time but I won’t be needing your services anymore.” You hung up and bit down on a slice. 

You learned that he had been cheating on you for 1 year, 4 months, and nearly 11 days. You were clueless for that long ad you were angry. How could you not see it?

You pulled out your phone and called your friends. You didn’t tell them what for but they were always down to fuck some shit up. Your best friend and cousin already knew, “He cheated on you, didn’t he?”

You were silent as tears rolled down your face, “I’m on the way.”

Or like being walked all over lately, walked all over lately
I’d rather be crazy



Don’t Hurt Yourself is next…

Darcy looked at herself in the mirror. The vent fan had kept it from fogging up too badly so she wasn’t obscured despite the damp heat from the shower. Her hair was swept up in a towel and twisted atop her head. A second, larger towel was wrapped over her torso and breasts, tucked into itself right on top of her sternum. She ran a razor under water from the sink faucet, slicking down the 3 blades, then brought it to just under chin where soap suds and hair were waiting to be scraped away. It was easy. She’d been shaving her small beard and side burns since puberty, all the women in her family did.

She’d never been properly diagnosed with PCOS, but between the hereditary hair grow and being on the heavier side of things it was likely. The potential infertility didn’t matter much to her though, she never wanted to try for pregnancy- too many kids needed adoption. All the other symptoms though, that was the kicker. She was already becoming insulin resistant and every annual physical she’d had in the last 4 years showed her with low grade inflammation. Change was hard and it was diet and exercise that was supposed to help mitigate those symptoms.

“Today,” she said to herself as she washed the razor, “today is the first day of my change.” She turned off the faucet and placed the razor back in the pink, plastic soap dish. Untucking the towel from around her, she hung it from the shower curtain rod to dry and stood naked in front of the mirror. Looking into her eyes, she started her mantra, “I like me, all of me.”

“I like my skin,” she said running her fingers along her arms.

“I like how soft my arms are,” she said holding them straight out from her sides and shaking them slightly to see the ‘wings’ hanging from her upper arms wave. “I like how strong they are.” Darcy admired her biceps as she curled her arms up in a classic muscle man pose.

“I like my strong legs,” she said, dropping her arms to caress her thighs. “And my fabulous butt,” she said with a slap. Darcy straighten up and cradled her breasts, pillowing them up like only hands or a push-up bra could do. “I love my breasts, even, no, especially the stretchmarks. I earned those marks by growing fast. They are a part of me and I like them.”

Letting her breasts fall to their natural height, Darcy ran her hands over her belly. She took a shaky breath. This was the hard one. “I, I like my belly. I like its softness. I like its stretchmarks. I like its rolls and the overhang here,” she said grabbing the excess flesh that overshadowed her pubic mound. She looked back into her face. “I like me, all of me, and no one can take that away from me.”

“I want to change my interior, not my exterior. I want to change my health and not the numbers on a scale. I am good enough just the way I am and those numbers can’t tell me anything I don’t already know.”

Darcy leaned back against the wall opposite the mirror, her self-affirmation done. “Okay Darcy-girl, time to get a move on.”

Betting on More Chapter 10 pt. 1

           “Oh, God. What have I done?” I asked myself for the thirtieth morning in a row. It had been thirty agonizing days since I walked out on Niall. Walked out on the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I regretted every moment since. Niall left on tour a few days after my dramatic exit and hadn’t been back to London. Despite a few texts and a couple of calls in the first week, which I ignored, I hadn’t heard from him. It has been twenty-one days since he tried to contact me. For the first time I was angry that someone listened to something I told them to do. Why didn’t he fight for me? Why hadn’t he tried to win me back? But I knew the answer to all of this: I wouldn’t have listened. I was an asshole, and I didn’t deserve him.

           His face bombarded my phone as I perused Tumblr and Twitter for updates of his tour. He looked happy and not at all the mess that I was, which hurt that much more. He was supposed to fall apart like me. Lie on his couch for days on end, not bothering to shower or eat, even when his publicist came by to tell him to get his shit together. “Kate, you can’t lie here forever. So you fucked up, again. Be an adult; go tell him you’re sorry. And for the love of Jesus, take a fucking shower. You smell like my dog’s asshole that last time she ate chocolate and got the runs.” Char was nothing if she wasn’t blunt, the trait of being a Scorpio.

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Audrey Jensen x Reader - I’m Fine

Pairings: Audrey Jensen x Reader 
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood and death
Word Count: 1836
Note: I sort of got waaaaaaaay too carried away but I just really wanted to write about this episode.
Request: “
can you write an Audrey imagine where the reader sympathizes with stavo and after Audrey starts the fight on him they have a huge argument about it and Noah has to break it up when Audrey starts name calling the reader?” – anon

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“Stop! Please! Just stop! There’s a fucking murdering psychopath on the loose and you’re all getting in a tiff over some fucking drawings! Stop! What the hell is wrong with you all?” I screamed over the yelling and insults being thrown at Gustavo. I mean yeah, he might creep the hell out of me, but he didn’t deserve to get beaten for a couple harmless, maybe slightly disturbing drawings.

I pushed through the roaring crowd, roughly shoving some douchebag yelling unnecessary obscenities to the floor as I made my way into the middle of the fight, trying to keep these clueless assholes from landing any more hits on Stavo. My head snapped to the side as an elbow caught the side of my jaw, sending my face straight in the path of an oncoming fist.

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Every Freaking year…. air conditioning out 96 on the sun, still 87 out at midnight… gah
I’m outta here.

Sweltering, the word itself was oppressive, hot, sultry, horrible, but somehow that didn’t even manage to cover it. Somehow airless, breathless, stifling, broiling, scorching, sizzling just did nothing to bring to bear the actual feel of this heat. Yes, we saw the news where it had said it was a heat wave, and yes as Murphy loved me so dearly of his flock that he never lost an opportunity to show me exactly what devotion he holds for me. Gods know that I never was one of those old southern ladies plied with talcum to the point they were pressed and powdered teacakes by the afternoon. I am certain that the gods had designed my people for the cold. So, this was very nearly hell on earth, 100 degrees in the shade, heat index pushing it into the 120s and there goes the manufactured cool air that I had come to rely on for life. I laid on my back, stripped down to a white tank top and a simple cotton pair of panties, literally trying to slow my heart to cool my body, the fan blowing past a frozen water balloon that only served to make the air feel like the heat wash coming from the oven when placing a cake on the baking rack. I know drama, drama, but every soul has that one place that the straw sticks.
I was sticky sweaty felt more like a brazed pork roast rather than human and there he goes Life himself with his god damned “Rise and shine. What a great run!” I rolled my eyes, I have made it readily clear that the only way I run is if something dangerous is chasing me and even then after about 100 yards I would make a deal with the psycho killer that I would stop if he made it quick. Those were regular days ON this day with his overly jolly trotting and motion I found myself literally nauseous,
“Good Morning?? Rise and shine?? Its moments like this darling that I think to myself HOW LUCKY DEAD SOULS ARE! Now back to Hades where you apparently belong.”
He laughed walking through the room on the way to the shower. If I were still living I would be watching, mouth watering as he walked while stripping for the shower, all I could do is roll to my stomach and try even harder to slow my heart and stop breathing. I had nearly drifted off to sleep when I felt that cold dripping water hit my back. I growl, yes, as I had said before had I been human I might have laughed, I might have enjoyed, but right now I was just grumpy. I roll to my side cocked up on my elbow. Oh what caught my eyes, took my breath, so apparently I was still a little bit human. There he stood wide shoulders broad chest dusted lightly with a manly fuzz. He shook his hair over me sprinkling again. He only wore a simple red towel bound around his hips, strong legs still dripping with cool water.
“I knew you couldn’t stay grouchy at me.” He leaned over me his body cool to the touch to set down a glass of Iced water.
He settled over me kissing my neck, the ice cube on his tongue causing my breath to shudder in my chest, it was shockingly cold I expected to see a trail of steam rise from my skin. “I suppose I won’t have to kill you, today.”
He kissed my lips stopping any other words. God, he could kiss any trouble away. “I have an Idea,” and without another word he pulled me from that hollow I had created in the bed and pushed me into his shower. I thought my heart was going to stop, I stood under the stream of water unable to move, shoulders hunkered. The noise coming from me was like a scream but not by expelling air but taking it in with great billows making the noise sound like a wahh. Wahh. wahh. “YOU son of a bitch,” I finally get out as he laughs holding the shower door closed, peeking over the top I saw his eyes how they went from taunting to interested in how exactly see through a white tank top got in cold water.
He pulled the door open letting his towel drop. “Oh my Honey, I had no idea.” That bastard one-sided smile was irritating and sexy. “Let me help you.” He pressed that warm body close to mine, the cold the warm I loved and hated every bit of each. He came in behind me, his hands naturally reaching around for my breasts, oh a perfect fit in his large hands. His thumbs slightly rough through the ribbing of my tank top across the very erect nipples. His lips sliding across the soft skin of my neck, causing me to make small Mewing noises. One minute ago I was cranky and mean and just wanted something to sulk about, but now, I was almost human and I was loving this.
His hands his lips soft and supple and the cool water after the shock had worn off was divine. I turned my head to lick and kiss his Adams apple, it bobbed as he swallowed. Then he spun me in his arms pressing my back to the shower wall the spray hitting us both on the side. He kissed my lips and hunkered pushing me higher on the wall, his muscled thigh finding its home wedged between my own, finally when we are eye to eye, his looking me over. He kisses me I tasted heaven on his lips I drank deeply my tongue lapping up the flavour.
He was delicious, god, did I want him. He kissed me long and deep I moved against him the friction doing delightful things where our bodies touched. He pulled away and watched a surge of electric passion wash over his features like an ocean wave.
His beautiful lips hung so close to mine as his hands slowly glided down my arms. He laced his fingers through mine, pulling them above my head kissing me again. His thigh moved deliciously thrilling me body and soul. A frenzy of butterflies tumble through my body. He holds both my hands now in his one large hand, dangling from his grasp. He begins to coax and caress and keep me bent sweetly deliciously, eagerly to his will. My pulse surges as his lips dance along the skin of my throat, I feel the reaction of my body as I try to move against him. He slides that free hand its fingers deliciously languishing taking its time to reach exactly where I wanted them, god he was the master of this languished torture. Time is the longest distance between two places, and it took him forever to cares and hold. It is my nature to call out prompting and tell him what I want, but I love being at his will and that is really a hard thing to admit, I am not one to relinquish control easily.
He lifts my chin with reverent fingertips, tilting my head back. Gently, pushing my hair from my forehead, tucking it behind my ear, letting his hand slowly softly caress down my neck. Finally, I look up into his wide exotic gorgeous green eyes, he peers down into mine… into my soul, his holding a particularly delicious intensity that changed his from a tranquil sea to a raging surf. As those orbs meet mine, desire burning already deep in mine. He bites his lip dipping in for another kiss. I beat him to it, biting his bottom lip and pulling him to me. I barely stop myself from devouring him whole. When I finally let go he leans in close letting his shaking, raspy breath tickle my face, caress my ear. He whispers his every wanting wish close and low, dirty thoughts and unholy things he wishes that skin on skin contact could cause, the delicious rumble of his rolling thunder voice adding to the evocative monologue. I feel him shiver as I become almost boneless in his hands. His long-lashed lids would flutter closed as he leans into me, needing more, wanting even more than that.
Ah, I sigh, laying again on that divot on the mattress, I feel the breeze kick up and listen as the rain starts falling on the tin roof, I smiled watching him dress wondering still how he can even fathom that necessity. Time itself slowed and I lamented how I love those long rainy afternoons. Those times when an hour isn’t an hour but an eternity dropped delightfully into your hands and magically you know exactly what to do with it. Watching Life deliciously perfect the line of his collar and the crease of the tucks to the tails of his shirt seemed pretty magical. I never wanted realism, I wanted magic. I write… why do I write, because life is pain, life is disappointment, fear, failure, it is completly unsatisfactory. I don’t want to be there, live there. I don’t lie, I don’t tell the exact truth either. I tell what should be, what very much could be, and if in a real universe exactly how it would be a perfect beautiful truth… I know it’s terrible, sinful even, but if it didn’t just go from the hot gates to nirvana I will happily be damned for it!

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