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An Escort’s Favorite Products and Their Hoe Uses

For those that have asked about my self-care regimen, here are my favorite products and their uses! I’ll definitely update this as I get more escorting experience and my product selection grows. 

Body

I have sensitive, weird skin. I’m allergic to almost all BBW products. Here are the things I love! 

  • Aloe Vera Baby Oil - Shaving the cooch
  • Tend Skin - Prevents razor burn after shaving the cooch
  • Neutrogena Body Clear Scrub - Exfoliates and gets rid of random bumps
  • Aveeno Therapeutic Shave Gel - For a soft, super close shave on your legs
  • Lollia Perfumed Shower Gel - All of their scents smell amazing and they leave behind a muted scent. Plus, it’s very thick so a little bit goes a long way. Seriously, a quarter sized dollop is enough to get foamy suds over your entire body!
  • Lollia Hand Creme - Will give you the smoothest, softest hands ever. Especially important for touching wieners. 
  • Intimore Intimate Wash - My favorite wash for cleaning the vag. ALL of their varieties are safe for sensitive skin and they have great uses. The Therapeutic wash is great if you’ve been fucked raw. Very soothing!
  • Lush Sugar Scrub - Great for exfoliating, it leaves your skin very bright and radiant and it is supposed to reduce the appearance of cellulite!
  • Nip + Fab Glycolic Fix Extreme Pads - I use these to get rid of weird bumps or razor burn on my legs after shaving. Will literally clear up those weird clear bumps that aren’t quite whiteheads or pimples. 
  • Kiehl’s Soy Milk & Honey Whipped Body Butter - Will leave your entire body smoother than a baby’s butt and the scent is very light. Super hydrating. I use this every night after a hot bath. I also use this to moisturize my cooch. YES, YOU CAN AND SHOULD MOISTURIZE YOUR COOCH. It’s okay! Try it!
  • Sally Hansen Airbrush Legs - It’s like foundation for your legs! It comes in either a squeeze bottle or mist. I use the squeeze bottle more because the mist WILL STAIN your bathroom tile or toilet, if you prop your leg on it to spray. 
  • St. Tropez Express Bronzing Mousse with Mitt - I used this for the first time last night because my spray tan was wearing off. It gives a really natural tan and you only have to leave it on 1-3 hours, depending on how dark you want to go, before rinsing! I left mine on for a little less than two hours and I have a nice, NATURAL looking tan glow! 

Hair

I’m a light ashy blonde with frizzy, unmanageable hair. Here are my top picks for products. 

  • Batiste Dry Shampoo - Absolute BEST dry shampoo and it’s super affordable. Very fine powder. It comes in a bunch of varities, I like the sleek and shine the most. 
  • AG Hair Cosmetics Sterling Silver Shampoo - Great purple shampoo for blondes. 
  • Davines Alchemic Conditioner - They have different formulas for different hair colors. I use the purple conditioner for blondes and it’s a great purple mask that tones and deep conditions. 
  • Kerastase Shampoo & Conditioner - Comes in a ton of varities. I use the ones for damaged hair and frizzy hair. BEST shampoo and conditioners I have ever used. It doesn’t take much product and every product does what it says it will. 
  • Kerastase Fluidissime Blow Dry Spray - For frizzy or curly hair. It gives heat protection, shine and smoothness. I use this when I want my hair to be super straight or I want to style it after blow drying. 
  • Kerastase L’ncroyable Blow Dry - Most amazing blow dry lotion ever. Seriously. Now my most used product. 
  • Kerastase Ciment Thermique - Protecting blow dry lotion for damaged/colored hair. 
  • Davines Melu Serum - For disguising split ends. Also adds shine. 
  • Davines Minu Mask - Illuminating hair mask used to add back shine and dimension
  • Carol’s Daughter Monoi Mask - Great for softness and hydration. Smells amazing. Probably my favorite mask. 
  • Kerastase Masqueintense - Second favorite hair mask. It’s ultra smoothing and revitalizes your hair. 
  • Kerastase Elixir Ultime - Great hair oil! Lighter than Morrocanoil with the same benefits, though the smell isn’t as nice. 
  • Shu Uemura Straight Forward - Great blowdry spray oil. It really does cut down the amount of time it takes to blow out your hair. I use this with the Kerastase Incredible Blowdy. 

Skin Care

I have sensitive, combination skin. I used to get random hormonal acne. 

  • Glamglow ThirstyMud - Great for hydration and smells amazing. You can use it as rinse off or a sleeping mask.
  • Glamglow Flashmud - Brightening, revitalizing mask. I use this on my butt to help get rid of a few blemish scars. No, I am not joking. Yes, it is actually working. 
  • Glamglow Thirstycleanse - Amazing mud cleanser for whenever my skin is feeling a little dry or needs some nourishment. 
  • Glamglow Supercleanse - My favorite cleanser ever. It’s a mud-oil dual pump and it takes off every BIT of make up and keeps your skin super clear! Plus, it’s not drying!
  • Peter Thomas Roth BHA 2% Acne Wash - For if I feel a breakout coming on. One bottle will likely last you over a year. 
  • Peter Thomas Roth Blemish Buffing Beads - Great for body acne.
  • Glamglow Fizzy Lip - Great exfoliating lip scrub, plus you get twice as much product as most other lip scrubs. 
  • Glamglow Wet Lip - Intense softening lip treatment. You should definitely be using both of these to get seductive, soft, kissable lips! 
  • Sunday Riley Luna Sleeping Oil - I use this at night before bed. It’s anti-aging, moisturizing, clarifying, fights wrinkles and reduces pore size. 
  • Sunday Riley Good Genes Serum - I use this in the morning and it makes my skin look superb. Best skin product I’ve ever had. It brightens, exfoliates, gives radiance and evens out hyperpigmentation. 
  • Clarins HydraQuench Intensive Serum Bi-Phase - I use this serum as my moisturizer and it keeps my skin super nourished! It doesn’t clog up your pores and hydrates your dry areas. Definitely the best moisturizer I’ve ever used.
waking up the wolf inside

[here’s the full story, thanks for reading!]

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Derek Hale is two hours late. At each passing minute, Stiles feels angrier and the only reason he hasn’t left is because Derek needs to come home at some point and when he does, Stiles is going to yell at him so hard he’s going to give him this interview just to send Stiles away.

Stiles can be pretty annoying when he wants to, that’s how he gets most of his job done.

Derek Hale though, he’s been fucking infuriating. For starters he lives in the middle of nowhere, Stiles got lost twice before he found someone who actually knew where Derek’s freaking cabin is. And there’s also the fact that he’s a nobody - Stiles’ only picture of him is from his High School graduation, like, fifteen years ago.

And that’s the most fascinating thing – not many people know about him but the ones who do can’t stop praising his work. The guy is an angel, but instead of protecting people he protects wolves. According to Scott’s boss – who’s like, the one person who has seen Derek in person and can attest he’s real – Derek has a vet degree, doesn’t like people and built his own cabin in the woods. To live amongst the wolves.

Stiles needs to interview this guy. At first because he got curious about a thirty-one year old guy living alone and now it’s about pride. He doesn’t just spend two hours outside someone’s house, especially when it’s snowing.

“Come on.” He groans. It’s freaking Alaska. Angel or not – Derek Hale is also a huge dick.

Stiles is beginning to think about breaking into the guy’s house (he can’t feel his toes) when he hears a car and a minute later a battered truck is parking next to Stiles’ rental car.

The man who steps out looks nothing like the High School picture Stiles found. For starters he look like a mountain man with a beard that does nothing but make him look hotter, the jeans doesn’t leave much to imagination either when it comes to his ass and the huge winter coat only accentuates his broad shoulders.

Stiles swallows. “Hey!” He yells, watching as Derek opens the back door. “Derek Hale?” He can’t hide his groan when Derek barely spares him a glance. “Hey, it’s freaking freezing here, you know?”

Derek lets out a groan of his own as he lifts something in his arms and steps away from the car. “I know.” He walks towards the house and as he gets closer, Stiles notices Derek is carrying a wolf. “Now, help me out here, yeah?”

Stiles doesn’t even think twice before dropping his bag and stepping closer. “What can I do?”

“Grab the key,” Derek instructs, “it’s in my back pocket.”

Later, Stiles will want to hide his face in embarrassment but now he can only think about the poor wolf whining in Derek’s arms as he touches Derek’s ass to find the key to open Derek’s house.

Once inside, Derek deposits the wolf on the floor, wrapping him further with blankets and asks Stiles to light up the fire as he goes around the house collecting things. “Is he going to be okay?” Stiles asks as Derek kneels in front of the wolf and runs a soothing hand over his head.

“Hopefully.” Derek answers. “And it’s a girl.” He tells Stiles. “She’s in labor.”

What.” Stiles squeaks. “Really? But –”

“In the kitchen,” Derek interrupts him, “get some hot water, and close the fucking door.”

Stiles blinks, watches as Derek tells her everything is going to be okay. She’s obviously uncomfortable, but stops squirming when Derek smiles and runs his hands over her belly.

Water.” Derek growls.

“Right.” Stiles gets on his feet. He so didn’t sign up for this.


“So,” he collapses on the floor, “does this happen a lot?”

Derek collapses next to him, eyes on the mother wolf and her six pups. “Is this part of your interview?”

Stiles snorts and rolls his eyes. “No, this is just me trying not to freak out.” He turns to look at Derek – his eyes are green, he realizes, and beautiful, he adds mentally.

“No, this doesn’t happen often.” Derek answers, finally. “Thankfully.”

Stiles nods and smiles when Derek turn to him. “You’re amazing.” He blurts out and Derek blinks, surprised. “Anyway,” Stiles shakes his head, tries to pretend the butterflies in his stomach are just from the adrenaline rush, “we’ll have to postpone the interview, but I think that’s justifiable.” He gets up, looks at his hands and realizes they are covered in blood. Ew. “Uh, can I use your bathroom before I go?”

“Go?” Derek asks, standing up too.

“I’m gonna get a hotel in town.” The nearest town is two hours away, but what can you do? He glances at the sleeping wolves. It’s not like this was Derek’s fault. “I think.”

“Don’t be stupid.” Derek says, bluntly. Stiles snorts – yeah, Derek really doesn’t have a way with people. “I have a spare bedroom.”

Stiles smiles. “Thank you.” He says. “I don’t really like driving in the snow.”

“Who does.” Derek says, asks maybe. Stiles still doesn’t know him, but as he follows Derek up the stairs, he realizes he really wants to.

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People talk about how Brendon refers to “Emerald City” in the song Kaleidoscope Eyes but why does no one talk about the line(s)


“I swear to God, I’d never heard a better sound coming out
Then when you’re whimpering my name from your mouth

I’ll plead the fifth on all of this”

ardently
  • @prettychritty requested: Can I please get a fluffy soulmate au with got7 Jackson, like where their soulmate’s first word is written on their wrist? And he’s an idol and you’re a fan and you guys meet at a fanmeet? Sorry if it seems confusing 😅 Thank you 💕

ardently, adjective

having, expressive of, or characterized by intense feeling; passionate; fervent: ardent love.

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader

Genre: Fluff + Soulmate AU

Word Count: 2.42k

Authors Note: I have no idea how this is gonna be, but i hope you like it lmao… i really hope i made it so fluffy that you feel like cringing but still enjoy it o’ dearest one, please enjoy it.


It had been three years since the words appeared on your skin. The more you looked and got accustomed to it, the more you felt an overwhelming flush of emotion. You weren’t on the hunt for your soulmate, if anything, you were pretty passive to the whole idea but it made you feel some kind of way knowing someone was out there for you. 

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rule of thirst (m.)

;pairing — yoongi/reader

;warnings — a lil bitty angst | vampires having gross sex with humans | mentions of blood without any actual bloodshed | hormones | biting | uhh showerhead play | ass-bruising but not in the way you’re expecting | bloodsucking | romance

;summary — vampires were just folklore until yoongi became one. now he’s got only two emotions: you and hunger. and tonight, you let him feed off you.

;word count — 12k

;a/n — a last-minute idea to revamp (pun intended) this mediocre sex scene i wrote last year just in time for the spooky holidays. this was supposed to be a series but i lost steam. happy halloweewee!

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Guilty Pleasure | Taehyung (M)

Originally posted by taestylips

Summary: College au in which Taehyung is an annoying prankster but you’ve always sort of liked him.

Word Count: 8,243

Genre: Smut/fluff/college au

A/N: Idk what this is tbh but it was spurred by a convo I had with @yourcupoftae.

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Becoming One (Soulmate AU)

Request: Woozi and #12 from the new prompt list please!

12) Soulmate AU: when you sleep you see the world through you bias’s eyes

Prompt list can be found here! :)

Member: Seventeen’s Woozi x Y/N

Type: fluff


The rain pounded on your heavy shoulders as you raced home, careful to avoid puddles as your sneakers smacked against the pavement. It had been raining consistently for the past week, leaving you continually damp and generally grumpy. You enjoyed rainy weather when you were allowed to watch it from the other side of the window. 

You yanked open the front door of your house and hustled across the threshold, popping off your muddy shoes along the way. 

“Hey honey, how was your-” your mother began, folding clothes near the couch. You sped past her, keeping your shoulders high to avoid any sort of conversation. 

“Can’t talk, tired!” you shouted over your shoulder, speed walking down the hallway. 

“You can’t escape your problems by hiding in someone else’s head!” your mom called after you, your door slamming on the last word. 

You sighed, dropped your backpack to the floor, and crawled into bed with no hesitation. She was right, sleeping would not help you deal with your bad days, but it wasn’t like you had normal dreams anyway. 

They began around age thirteen, the strange images that would appear as soon as you closed your eyes. They started out fuzzy at first, foggy around the corners, and in a rudimentary black and white. They were mildly frightening, almost like flashes of memories that felt familiar, but were obviously not yours. The language was strange and the sounds too harsh. Eventually, you had to come clean to your mother or else begin explaining why you looked like you never had any sleep. 

You had enlightened your parents of the strange nightmares plaguing you as soon as you laid your head to rest, only to have your parents knowingly smile at each other. They insisted that everything was normal and to not panic. This was difficult as you still had no earthly idea what it all meant. Feeling alone in it all, you had stormed away from the only people you could truly trust, insisting that they didn’t understand. 

That’s when the dreams became more vivid. No longer were you stuck looking at a pixelated screen, but bright images of laughing boys and dancing feet. The language was still unfamiliar, but much more soft, more comforting. It was as if the person you were seemingly living through had become aware of your existence, aware that this was incredibly new. 

That’s when you sat down with your parents again. 

“So…I need an explanation,” you insisted, crossing your small hands on the table before you. “It’s like I’m living someone else’s life when I fall asleep. I have no idea what he’s saying, but it’s a boy? These aren’t my experiences, but they feel like they are, and I’m honestly pretty freaked out.”

“Not to freak you out more,” your mother smiled. “But the images you are seeing are experiences belonging to your soulmate.”

“I’m going to need you to rewind and pause,” you had whispered, furrowing your brows. “This is something that happens in a sci fi movie, not in real life.” 

“If it makes you feel better, when he sleeps, he sees the world from your eyes as well!” your father said cheerfully, nodding his head. 

“How?” you gasped, suddenly feeling icky. “What all does he see? Oh my god can he see me using the bathroom? Mom, Dad, I can’t.” 

Your dad’s eyes became wide as he tilted his head, looking curiously at your mother. “I don’t remember seeing you in the bathroom, but this little punk better not-”

“I’m pretty sure that’s a hardcoded no-no in our human nature,” your mother nodded, her expression remaining serene. “Has he tried to contact you?”

“He’s going to try to contact me? I haven’t even seen his face yet,” you groaned. “He’s so calm though. He has to see me freaking out all the time.”

“Some cultures…and even some people’s parents try to explain the idea of soulmates to their children before they actually come into contact with them,” your mom continued. “Everyone starts experiencing the dreams at different times, so he could have realized what was happening.”

“Wait, so…like…he doesn’t speak English,” you whispered. “Does that mean I have to learn another language? When am I going to see his face?”

“Most likely,” your father nodded. “If you plan on communicating. And usually you won’t see his face until you actually meet. It’s funny how the universe works like that.” 

You rolled your eyes and stood from the table. “I just want to say, I would’ve appreciated a little heads up. I guess I’ll start my…um…Japanese lessons? Korean lessons? Chinese? I have to google some stuff…”

With years worth of dreams under your belt and unknowingly learning Korean in your sleep, the whole soulmate experience had become normalized by the time you got to university. You had slowly learned that your soulmate’s name was Jihoon and he lived in Seoul. He was a musician, and an extremely talented one at that. He was constantly surrounded by a troop of equally as talented and hardworking boys (not to mention incredibly good looking and goofy) so you felt optimistic about the idea of your future. You had grown to use Jihoon’s experiences as a coping mechanism, falling asleep whenever your own life became too difficult to handle so you could escape into his. He was normally calm, providing a quiet solace through his every day actions. You couldn’t help the small corner of your mind that was plagued by doubt, falling susceptible to the google articles you had read about soulmates never meeting and being haunted with the experiences of one another until their dying days. You knew you wanted to meet him, but just didn’t know when. Or if he even felt the same. 


Jihoon stifled a large yawn as he leaned over the mixing board in the studio. He had been at his work for hours, long since giving up the pleasant idea of sleep. 

The pleasant idea of you. 

He tilted his head as he thought about things, about the small bits of life he had shared through your eyes. He was grateful that he had such a kind soulmate, someone on the opposite side of the world unknowingly supporting him and pushing him to be better. He had been relentlessly practicing his English in his free time, capable of understanding most of your conversations in your daily life. He loved the sound of your voice more than any song he had composed. His heart fluttering in his sleep, managing to keep his emotions invested as your experiences became one. 

He scribbled idly onto his notepad, wondering what you would be seeing from his perspective today. He longed to get a glimpse of you, any little bit he could. He contemplated on the curve of your lips, the arch of your brow, the color of your eyes. He knew he’d never find out unless he could meet you in person, close the gap between the two of you. But how? 

Maybe a few hours of sleep would help.


You sprung from your bed, fresh from a nap following your afternoon classes. This was it, this was the break you needed. 

You slid from beneath the blankets and padded across the hardwood floor in search of whichever parent you could find first. Luckily they were both lazily reclined on the couch, glued to the television when you turned the corner. 

“Parents,” you nodded, your eyes urgent. “It’s time.”

“What’s time?” your mother sighed, looking up from the television. 

“For me to apply for the study abroad,” you continued. “In Seoul.”

Your father’s eyes looked quickly from you to your mother, surprised by the sudden outburst. “Are you sure?”

“I have enough,” you nodded. “I can find him. You said when I found him, I’d know, didn’t you? The feeling would be nothing I’ve ever felt before. Like dreams and reality became one.”

Your mother nodded slowly, a nervous smile on her face. “If you’re ready…we won’t stop you.” 

You nodded, an anxious feeling consuming your chest. “I’m ready.”


Jihoon launched from his small bed, slamming his head on the bunk above him. 

“Shit,” he grumbled, rubbing his forehead in aggravation. He looked around the dark room, his body still slow with movements of sleep while his mind raced. 

“Yah, you couldn’t have found a better way to wake me up?” Jeonghan grumbled, his head appearing over the side of the bunk. 

“I didn’t intend on waking anyone up,” JIhoon sighed. “I had a …dream? Nightmare? I don’t know anymore.”

“What did you see? Jeonghan asked, his head disappearing again. 

“She’s coming,” Jihoon whispered, shaking his head. 

“Well…that’s a good thing, isn’t it?” Jeonghan asked hesitantly. 

“I think so? What if she doesn’t like me? What if she says something about my height?” JIhoon continued. 

“Like, wow, that guy is so much taller than I expected!” Mingyu grumbled from his bunk on the other side of the room. “Seeing the world through his eyes made me think he was only 91cm tall.”

“If you wake up to a pillow over your face, you’ll know who you’re being smothered by,” Jeonghan giggled. 

“Look,” Seungcheol groaned, sitting up in the bed opposite Jihoon. “To save us all some wasted sleep, Jihoon, it’ll be fine.”

“I just want a normal night sleep,” Jihoon whined. “It’s been so long.”

“That’s why you have to meet her,” Seungcheol nodded. “You’ve been watching each other for years-”

“Creeeeepy,” Mingyu sang. 

The room didn’t have to be well lit to tell the other three boys were rolling their eyes. 

“If she didn’t want to meet you, she wouldn’t be on her way,” Seungcheol continued. “You’re usually the one to give me sound advice, so listen to yourself for once. Just breathe. It’ll all be fine.”

“And if it’s not,” Jeonghan called out. “At least you’ll be able to sleep again.”

Mingyu giggled “Ah yes, Woozi hyung’s true soulmate, a sound night’s sleep.”


You were nervous as you gripped the light stick in your hand, uncertain of what would happen next, or what you should do with it. You looked it over carefully, the small, pink diamond centerpiece, the easy script reading Seventeen. You looked back up again, beginning to navigate your way through the masses of teenage girls idling around in the crowd. After a few small attempts at begging and throwing your shoulders around, you finally found your way to the front row of the pit, your stomach pressed against the barrier. Your heart felt like it was about to explode, seemingly skipping beats as you came to realize the gravity of the situation. 

You were in Korea. You were at a concert. A concert being put on by an idol group. 

An idol group containing your soulmate. 

As the lights around the stage began to dim, the noise pulsing from the crowd grew louder. You began to contemplate your movements for once the show was over, after you were inevitably deemed just another face in the crowd, passed over by the man you had travelled so far to see. Could you follow their vehicles? Could you arrange a meeting at their entertainment building? Thoughts swam around your head as slow music began to pump through the already tense atmosphere and several boys appeared. 

You nodded with the beat, recognizing face after face as they became visible. That one was Seungkwan. And that one was Vernon. That one was Wonwoo. And that one was Mingyu. You continued to nod, feeling as if the seconds were stretching into hours as you waited to see the face you weren’t familiar with. 

Until it appeared and you realized…it was more familiar than them all. 

As your eyes found his face, his skin seemed to almost glow. You were rendered breathless, halting all movements as you stared up at him, completely lost in his movements as he strode across the stage. Your father was right. It was as if dreams and reality were becoming one. 

Your mind was completely blank, your eyes following him without stopping as he danced and sang his way back and forth in front of you, not stopping long enough to get a solid enough look into the crowd. You knew he had some idea that you were visiting. He had to have known you were here. 

Halfway through the show, when you thought you were going to pass out from lack of oxygen, the house lights came up, only a small group of boys coming out onto the stage. You recognized them immediately as Jeonghan, Joshua, DK, Seungkwan, and your Woozi. 

Almost as if drawn to you, he held tight to his guitar as he pulled his stool to sit before you on the stage. His eyes scanned the front row carefully, taking a small moment to acknowledge each fan and give them a small smile. The blood in your veins turned to ice water as his gaze grew closer to the section you were in. As he casually looked over each person, his eyes came to a halt, his attention completely focused on something. You tilted your head, realizing he was staring at your hands, draped over the barrier and clinging tightly to the light stick you had bought. His eyes slowly traced up your arms and across your shoulders, up your neck and halting on your face. His jaw dropped slowly as he openly gaped at you. 

“Woozi hyung,” Seungkwan whispered, sending an elbow to his older member. “Woozi hyung, introduce the song.”

Jihoon shook his head slowly, attempting to come out of the trance you had put him in. “This…this song…this song is for someone…I dream about every day. Please enjoy Mansae.” 

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Babysitters (M) ~ Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: You and your best friend,Park Chanyeol, is babysitting your younger sibling but Chanyeol has some side plans. 
A/N: I really wanted to write a smut but I didn’t think this was ideal for my first scenario. Plus this may be shit because it my first full smut Scenario besides a drabble smut I wrote before.
Genre: Smut.


You quietly tucked your sister into bed and tried not to wake her restless form from her sleep as you tip toed out of her bedroom and closed the bedroom door quietly behind you. Down the hallway in your bedroom, your best friend Chanyeol patiently but nervously sat on your bed, waiting for you. 

Once you entered your bedroom, you plopped yourself down beside him and pulled your laptop in between yourselves, “Sorry about that Chesseball” you sighed and ran your fingers through some loose strands of your hair. 

This didn’t go unnoticed by Chanyeol at all but just made him awkwardly shuffle in his spot; Really wanting to lean over, pull your face into his large hands and kiss you.

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My Best Friend’s Sister (Part 2)

Originally posted by a-winchester-by-choice

Summary: The reader gets to know Jensen more at work but he wants to know what’s up with the Padalecki siblings…

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x reader (with sibling!Jared)

Word Count: 3,400ish

Warnings: language, sibling angst

A/N: I adore giggly Jensen…


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The Best Affordable French Skincare Products

It’s a well-known fact that I’m a devotee of natural and organic skincare, but there is one thing that I’m willing to cross the line for, and that is French skincare. I’m a lover of all things French, but their skincare in particular really has that certain je ne sais quoi

Bioderma Sensibio h2o Micellar Water

The holy grail of skincare products, Bioderma Sensibio h2o is my go-to product when  it comes to removing makeup and I’ve been using it almost daily for the past three years. Gentle and effective this micellar miracle water is like a magnet for removing dirts and oils from the skin.

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Cuddling Wanna One

i wrote this a few weeks ago and forgot to post it lmao

edit: ACCORDING TO @woojiniee JIHOON’S PART IS “NOTICEABLY” LONGER I PROMISE THAT WASN’T ON PURPOSE

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hold you || scott mccall

author: @broodybell
pairing: scott x reader
word count: 1,765

warnings: triggering, very angsty. 

authors note: i just needed to write out some angst and i love scotty so much so here you go kids. 

summary: scott finds reader having an anxiety attack in the girls bathroom. 


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The Hunter and the Hunted - Jesse McCree x Reader

A/N: I have no self-control. Once I saw his new skin and heard his voice line, I had to write this. I hope you all like it.

Words: 2,117
Warnings: None


It had been a while since you had seen anyone from Overwatch. After you had disbanded, you all went your separate ways without so much as a goodbye so getting this flyer about a Halloween/reunion party was a shock to say the least. You wouldn’t mind seeing some of your old comrades in arms again, but would anyone else actually show up? You loved Halloween and having something to do this year really made it better, you only hoped it wasn’t a bust.

If you wanted to be honest, you had missed quite a few of them and had always wondered what most of them were up to. You had heard about what happened to Gabriel and Jack and you wanted to see the rest of them before something like that happened again. At least this wouldn’t be some awkward, stuffy reunion. You all would be having fun – drinks, food, and costumes. What could go wrong?

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The Deeper Meaning Behind DRV3 Sprites

“I did everything you asked. Where’s my tip?”

The pushy server/ chauffeur/ maid that sticks their hand out for a tip without saying anything.

“There’s an itch on my back and I can’t reach it. Can you help?”

When you have an itch on your back that you can’t reach, so you ask for help.

“No. I asked where *you* wanted to eat.”

When you want to go out to eat and no one has a strong opinion on where they want to go eat.

“*Beatboxing*”

The kid in the back of class that always beatboxes when he’s bored.

“Can’t….find…..inner…peace.”

When you try yoga and mediating with your healthy friends and you don’t understand anything that’s going on.

“OH MY GOD. I’M SORRY!”

When you accidentally walk in on someone using the bathroom.

“No, Mom, I can explain.”

When your parents find a bad grade and you have to lie to get yourself out of trouble.

“I know the answer.”

When everyone in your class thinks the dumbest, but you’re the only one who knows the answer to a question.

“You’ve got that wrong.”

When the narcissistic know-it-all gets a question wrong in class and you go to correct them.

The Roll-Safe Guy meme.

A variation of this:

Crude Confessions and Passive Aggression (Thievery Pt 3) | Peter Parker x Reader

request: yup, my original idea, but y’all asked for a p3 so here it is!

summary: peter and ned come clean, reader is really hurt by the sheer amount of time that she didn’t know. takes place after the events of homecoming

warnings: language (pretty mild)

IMPORTANT: tiny is the kid who was playing chess and talked to ned, and he was the person in the bathroom when peter saw happy

word count: 2237

part 1 part 2 

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“So, I guess the spider is out of the bag.” Ned commented from behind you, sending a shock of surprise through you. Disbelief, however, being the emotion most present within yourself at the moment.

“Ned knew?” You could speak in only a weak whisper at this point. This was too much. Peter dipped his head in shame. Why wouldn’t he tell you? You only ever made yourself completely open to him. Apparently, he didn’t value honesty in your relationship as much as you did.

“Ned, can we please have a second?” Peter uttered, his attention still fixated on the floor. Ned’s face drooped, looking kind of hurt, but when he turned to face you and saw the pain on your own face he gave you a small smile of encouragement and walked back towards the living room.

“Peter, why would you keep this from me?” You questioned, taking a step further into the dark room. Peter kicked aside a rolled up T-shirt and and wrung out his mask relentlessly.

“Please, Y/N.. You have to understand. This is really dangerous, what I do. I only wanted to keep you safe, I put everybody around me in jeopardy when they know what I can do.” His face was looming with sorrow, it already hurt him to have to keep it from you, but you finding out this way was somehow worse.

“Peter, you saw what happened yesterday, we worked together so well. I can handle myself, and danger is a part of life. You can’t protect me from the world, but you can let me help you through this.” You noticed your unspoken feelings manifesting in silent tears rolling down your cheeks. Peter took a step toward you and wiped it away with an outstretched hand.

“I’m sorry. I just-” He cleared his throat unsuccessfully, “I care about you.” His eyes were swimming with tears and you could feel your stomach wrenching but you couldn’t fully push aside the anger at him.

“Clearly not enough to tell me the truth, Peter, I have felt-” You began to cry and tried to finally bare your feelings to him. It was time to just tell him how much you loved him, oh my god… I love him? But he shushed you.

“Please, please don’t leave me. Look I’m freaked out Y/N! I’m only 15 and I’m only just figuring out how to do this! I really fucked up here, I should have told you, of all the people I should have told-” Peter began to cry, not loud, but you could see the tears streaking down his face and you could hear the small intakes of breath that signified his distress. You couldn’t let him be this upset anymore. You swiftly closed the space between you and cupped your hands over his face lightly.

“Peter, why would I ever leave you? We have been best friends forever, I was just upset. Peter I just want you to trust me with anything… and I thought we had that.” Your voice cracked in the middle but you refused to look away from his eyes, who, in their own right, did not leave your gaze. When you finished speaking he opened his lips as if to say something, and then closed them promptly like he suddenly thought otherwise.

You could feel his gaze burning your pupils as it intensified. He lifted his calloused hands to your cheeks gently, coming to a position that mirrored yours and then tilted his head down and brought your lips together. Your stomach flipped and you felt hot and tingly all of a sudden. The feeling of his soft lips against your chapped ones was luscious and this was all you ever wished for.

“I never didn’t trust you, Y/N. I didn’t trust myself to protect you. Mr. Stark took my suit away after I failed him at one point and I felt inept to take proper care of you.” Peter pulled his head away, but only far enough that you could still feel his warm breath on your now cold lips. This was all a lot to take in at once, Tony Stark? So this was the internship? He took the suit? And through all the confusion you still managed to feel a little smile at the use of an SAT word sprinkled in his apology, Spider-man or not, he was still Peter Parker.

“So I guess Tony made the suit for you? If he took it away?” Peter smiled about the fact that you always just understood, you picked things up so fast and always seemed to be on the same wavelength.

A knock interrupted your conversation and sprung you and Peter from your close proximity to opposite walls of the small room. “Yo, guys. Are we good yet?” Ned peeked his head in and cocked an eyebrow at the bizarre position you guys were now in.

“Yeah, Ned. Come in.” You capitulated.

The rest of the night was spent talking about Peter’s adventures as Spider-man and his fights with the Vulture.


The weekend came and went with you doing chores and homework. It was Monday again and you had Peter and Ned in your sights, standing on the front steps of the school and waiting for you. You were all kinds of nervous considering you and Peter had not talked about the kiss since it happened.

“Hey, Y/N!” You heard Michelle yell to you. You turned slightly to address her.

“Hey Michie!” You called her by her nickname.

“I told you, my friends call me MJ!” She got all heated, her cheeks turning a deep red and a small curl falling over her right eye, which she batted out of her way with a quick swat of her pinkie.

“Michie, I have been friends with you and I’ve never called you that. Listen I gotta talk to Peter, I’ll see you later.” Michelle nodded reluctantly and then flipped you off, sweeping her finger like a bow. You just chuckled under your breath, that was just how she interacted with you.

Peter’s face lit up and Ned gave you a quick fist bump as you joined them, “Hey Y/N. We forgot to tell you,” Ned’s eyes were lit up with excitement as he lowered his voice to a whisper- that only made them seem more suspicious, “Peter’s suit has a little robot woman in it named Karen and she’s-”

“That’s cool Ned, hey I gotta go, see you later.” You brushed him off and pivoted away, walking briskly through the labyrinth of students, thanking your lucky stars that it was so easy to disappear.

Michelle looked skeptical when you slid onto the chemistry stool next to her with an angry huff. “I take it lil Peter pissed you off?” You glared at her from the corner of your eye as you shoved your cheek onto your fist.

“Yeah, he just kept something from me…” Your eyelashes fluttered in exasperation.

“Did he have a good reason?” Michelle always asked the right questions, she could always assess a situation calmly before taking a position.

“Yes, but he shouldn’t have kept such a giant thing from me, I know I shouldn’t be mad at him but I am.” You could feel your heart beating faster and faster.

“If you were him, would you have kept it from him- and DON’T answer right away, I want you to really think about it.” Michelle finally set down the book she was reading and looked you straight in the eyes, which was kind of eerie because she wouldn’t budge. She really wanted you to think this through.

“Michie, you don’t usually care this much,” You tell her, trying to get her to stop focusing on you.

“Yes I do, you are my friend Y/N. And if you think I don’t know that you are head-over-heels, shit-eating-grin, in love with Peter, then you are damn wrong. So get your head out of your ass and figure this out,” She raised one eyebrow lazily and then suddenly got a very raw and sincere expression, “Look, you are one of my only friends and I care about you. Now stop being an idiot.” Her vulnerability was short lived and you snorted when she shrunk back into her book.

“Thanks Michie, you know I love you.” You hugged her unwilling body sideways. Before she could shrug you off the teacher came in and class commenced.

Meanwhile, you remained inside of your head. Sorting out your emotions and trying to decide what to do about Peter. On one hand you thought you absolutely would’ve told Peter immediately and not even thought about it, but on the other, Michelle was right, you probably would have wanted to protect you. But then why did he tell Ned? It then occurred to you that you didn’t even know how Ned found out.

new message:

hey, how did you find out about peter??

nedhead:

ummmm, i went to his house with a lego death star to build and while i was in his room he climbed in on his ceiling, we scared each other shitless

me:

oh okay, thanks

nedhead

okay thennnnn..?

You set aside the phone and took a breath, so Ned found out by accident too. Peter didn’t just not trust you, he was struggling. You didn’t want to wait for lunch, and you knew that he was in the same hall as you right now, so you discreetly pulled out your phone again, glancing up to see if Mr. Roberts was watching you. That was kind of a joke because none of your teachers are ever “attentive” they are more just… there.

new message:

meet me in the hallway by the trophy case asap

peter the quidditch beater:

coming

You shoved your stool with a squeal, mumbled a “can I use the bathroom”, and grabbed the hall pass. Your stomach was doing somersaults again as you prepared to talk to him again.

“Hey, Y/N. What was this morning about? Are you ok?” Peter looked truly concerned for you. You shook your head, dismissing his worry.

“I’m fine, it’s just that you couldn’t expect me to just be cool with the lie so quickly. Peter, it really hurt that you kept it from me for so long. For weeks you’ve been blowing me off and I have just handled it! But Michie helped me realize that you were worried about me and wanted to take care of me-” Peter’s eyes got really wide then, “OF COURSE I DIDN’T TELL HER. Oh my god Peter, I’m not stupid. It’s just that I don’t understand why you were so afraid to tell me. Especially after Ned found out and nothing happened to him. I don’t underst-” You were spilling your heart to him when he suddenly cut you off to explain.

“Because I’m not in love with Ned.” You stood there frozen, and you could see the moment that Peter’s confession dawned on him. His mouth dropped open and kept moving up and down like he was a fish trying to breathe out of water.

“Peter?” You question taking a step forward.

“I um, I’m in love with you, Y/N. I think I always have been. I didn’t want to tell you because I simply can’t imagine existing in a world where my secret was the reason you were hurt-” This time you cut him off. You wrapped your hands around his neck and lightly tugged his head down to yours. He didn’t resist and you felt his hands snake around your waist and clasp at the base of your spine. Your lips fit into the gap between his and you feel him pull you close.

“I’m in love with you too.” You mumbled against his lips.

“Eh-um guys…” Tiny called from right next to you. You and Peter sprung apart for the second time in the last 5 days to see the proper looking boy gesturing to the water fountain you were standing in front of. Peter looked taken aback that Tiny interrupted us to get a drink, while you found it amusing.

He took his drink, not bothering to be quick about it and then awkwardly stood up straight and walked away, “Bye Tiny!” You called after him, soliciting an awkward wave from him.

You turned to Peter to see his bright red blushing cheeks and look of bewilderment and just gave him a smile, “We are not done here,” You told him mock-sternly, wagging an index finger in his face before pecking him on the cheek quickly and skipping back to the room.


In a small warehouse over in the Bronx there were two figures speaking to one another. One man was large and some sort of gun slung over his shoulder, and the other was sitting back in a folding chair. The figure in the chair raised a navy streaked hand to his forehead, “So there was a girl fighting with the spider kid?” He sounded exasperated.

“Yeah, she helped him catch Marcus, he seemed kind of fond of her. I think we should follow her. We got footage of her face off of Marcus’ body cam?” The tall man suggested, swinging the gun down and tilting his head to the side inquisitively.

“You may be onto something, see if she’s got any ties to the annoying twerp in spandex.”

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Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 8

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 8

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: You find yourself in a confrontation after Negan brings you back to Alexandria.

Warnings: NSFW

Original Idea by: @babyblues915

Note: Yay, back with a DDHTK update! Can’t thank you guys enough for the endless support!!! Hope this update’s good enough to make it up for my absence lol. Any ideas what’ll happen next? Would love to hear your thoughts!!!

Also, if I missed tagging anyone please please let me know via ask so I can immediately add you. :)

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Negan’s face fell for a brief second upon hearing yet another rejection from you. If it wasn’t for the smirk that tugged at his lips, you would’ve thought that he was genuinely disappointed with your decision. He chuckled and buried his face into your neck, breathing in your scent before lifting his head back up to gaze down at you.

“I fucking knew it.” He said and shook his head before laying down on his back beside you.

“You are somethin’ else, y'know that? So fucking stubborn.“ He added with a slight laughter.

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anonymous asked:

cn bathroom bills, rape. My mother (who means well, but is misguided) is sincerely worried that male pedophiles and rapists will say they are transgender women and go into women's bathrooms and locker rooms if transgender women are allowed to go. Obviously this is wrong but I'm not as clever as you and maybe you have a smart comeback to persuade her it's wrong, which I don't? Thanks for the help if you can.

There’s a lot of angles you can take this from, like how rapists aren’t known for their scrupulous adherence to laws and boundaries anyway, and how trans women are victims of sexual assault far more than perpetrators, and how we don’t have single-gender elevators or stairwells or alleyways because we don’t actually use physical segregation of the genders as a sexual assault prevention method.

Or you could point out that there’s no way to tell if someone is a trans woman without being hideously invasive to every bathroom user, trans or not, who could possibly be perceived as masculine/androgynous.

But maybe the best point is that trans people aren’t actually a new invention.  We’ve been around for millennia and we’ve been using public restrooms in the US for as long as there’s been such a thing.  We’ve been using whatever bathroom we feel safest in.  I guarantee your mother has shared a public bathroom with a trans women and never known it.  This whole debate is framed like it’s a bold new experiment in gender frontiers, but it’s actually not.  Trans women have already been using women’s facilities, and there has been no epidemic of trans women (real or claimed) attacking cis women in bathrooms.  We don’t have to debate about what “would” or “could” happen, because this experiment has been quietly running for decades, and it’s been fine.

Double Dimensional Dan

Welp, now that I’m effectively shook by phan in Singapore, let’s try this!!! 

Genre- Hella smutty 

Warnings- Some weird ass dancest 

Word Count- 1195

A/N- PLEASE SEND ME PROMPTS!!! Also I’m probably gonna make a ton of references to current events in this so have fun with that. By the way, I’m sorry for that title. I guess I just like alliterations way too much. 

HERE YA GO YOU SINNERS!


Dan was sleeping in his own bed tonight. He usually ended up in Phil’s bed, but with them moving and all, Phil ended up on the sofa and Dan ended up in his bed. It was a bit lonely there, but Dan eventually managed to fall asleep. He was in the middle of a particularly good dream about Phil when the sudden and tremendous pressure on his feet pulled him into reality.

Dan let out a yelp, finding a figure in the dark but a few inches from his face. He fumbled for his bedside lamp, eventually illuminating the room to find himself staring back at him. “What the hell?!”

“Uh… Hi!”

“Who the hell are you?!”

“I’m Daniel Howell.”

“So am I, but I go by Dan.” Dan was happy to have some slight clarification and difference between the two of them.

“So I’m really in another dimension?” Daniel looked around the room in wonder.

“Huh?”

“I’m a scientist. I finally finished creating a dimensional portal and came through. I ended up in this dimension and came here, since it’s where I live. There’s really not much different between our two Londons, or our two rooms even. What do you do?”

“I’m a YouTuber.”

“What’s a YouTube?”

Dan couldn’t imagine a dimension without YouTube. Worse even, a dimension where he never met Phil. “Well, I guess we’ve found out the difference between our two dimensions.”

Daniel shrugged Dan’s comment off. “What was that dream you were having?”

Dan blushed immediately, remembering the dream. He was dreaming of Phil. “You heard that?”

“Yeah?”

“How much?”

“Enough to know you’re pretty into whoever Phil is.” Daniel obviously wanted to know all he could about his alter-dimensional counterpart, and Dan was fairly confident he could trust himself to not leak any information. At least, not to this dimension.

“Phil’s my boyfriend. Also my flatmate. And my best friend. But the world only knows about the last two.”

“Ah. That would explain the whispered “fuck me daddy”.”

Dan blushed once again. “I guess you heard that too.”

“Odd. In my dimension, Dan Howell is pretty dominant.” Dan noticed his doppelganger glance down at the receding bulge that had formed under his sheets during his dreams. It was the elephant in the room up until this point, but that wouldn’t last long. “You know, I can take care of that for you.”

Dan was taken aback. “But you’re me!”

“So?” Dan took a moment to think. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time he’d fucked himself. In fact, it probably would have been what he’d have done to take care of this problem in the first place. Of course, that’s totally different. But it had to be better than just jacking off.

“Oh, what the hell.” Dan threw the sheets off of his torso. “Go for it.”

Daniel was giddy. “On all fours.”

“What? I thought you were just gonna like, suck me off or something?”

“I said all fours.” Dan sighed and did as he was told.  It was almost odd, hearing his own voice commanding him with such dominance. It was almost… hot. This was something Dan could get into.

Daniel was undressing, and Dan was starting to get impatient. Dan slept naked, so he had to wait for Daniel to undress while he was already naked. “C’monnnnnn!” Dan started nudging his counterpart with his ass, begging him to hurry up. Soon, Daniel was finally undressed, but that didn’t stop Dan. He ended up rubbing his ass all over Daniel’s now bare cock. Daniel, of course, didn’t bother to move out of the way. Both Dans were quite enjoying this.

“Got any lube?” Daniel asked once he was getting hard. Dan pointed him to his bedside stand. Both were glad to hear that existed in the other’s dimension. Daniel covered his fingers in lube and was about to stick one in Dan’s ass when the two heard the door open and both turned their heads to see who had entered.

“Dan, is everything okay in here? I got up to use the bathroom and saw your light was… WHAT THE HELL?!”

“Uh… Hi, Phil…”

Daniel interjected. “This is Phil?” He looked the black-haired boy up and down. “Good pick.”

“I have no clue how there are two Dans here, but I feel slightly offended being left out of this.” Phil was getting a bit of a bulge himself, which both the Dans noticed. Phil tossed off the boxers he was sleeping in and strode over to Dan’s bed. “You…”

Phil pointed blankly at Daniel, not even knowing the name of the boy he was about to fuck. “Daniel.”

“You two freak me out.” Phil took the lube out of Daniel’s hand and squeezed some into his own. “I didn’t say stop.” Daniel proceeded to begin fingering Dan’s ass, as he was going to before Phil walked in. He inserted two fingers immediately, and began scissoring them. All three of them were getting very eager.

Daniel quickly added another finger, pumping his fingers in and out for only a few seconds before they all gave in to the urge and Daniel prepared to penetrate Dan with his rock hard cock. Phil quickly bumped Daniel out of the way. “Hey, he’s my boyfriend. My turn.” Phil penetrated instead, leaving Daniel to move around to Dan’s front.

“Suck me off.” Dan gladly took his counterpart in his mouth, both sucking Daniel and being fucked by Phil at the same time. The three moved in a rhythmic triangle, Dan moving along with Phil’s thrusts and sucking along to the beat Phil was setting. Daniel was soon nearing orgasm, and pulled out of Dan’s mouth. He pushed Phil out of the way and the two switched. Daniel took Dan’s asshole, and Dan started sucking Phil off.

Daniel immediately started hitting Dan’s prostate, and Dan moaned, almost choking on Phil. Dan soon looked up at Phil with his deep chestnut eyes and backed away, giving him the ability to speak. “Daddy, I’m close!” Daniel looked up at Phil, feeling slightly left out, and gave a particularly hard thrust. Dan winced, and Phil looked down at the pained boy.

“Come untouched and finish me off.” Dan moaned, coming all over his bedsheets. Daniel came into him, and fell limp on the foot of Dan’s bed. Dan finished sucking Phil and swallowed his cum, both of them falling beside Daniel.

The three lay there helplessly for a few moments before Daniel finally stood up. “I guess I ought to be going back now. Thank you for the… Research.” He dressed himself, waved, and walked out of Dan’s room.

“I don’t know what that was or who he was, but it was definitely the weirdest hookup I’ve ever had.” Phil was confused and slightly concerned.

“I’m still waiting to wake up.”

“I don’t think you’re going to.” The two looked out Dan’s window to see the slightest gleams of the sunrise. Dan took Phil’s hand. Neither of them knew what had just happened, and they were both probably going to repress that memory. But as long as they had each other, it would all be okay.

Thunderstorms | Kian Lawley

Pairing; Kian Lawley x Reader

Word Count; 753

POV; Third Person

Summary; You and the knj housemates were in a middle of a movie night when it starts to rain and grew into a thunderstorm. None of them knew how afraid you were of thunder besides Kian, who makes you feel safe

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There’s nothing better than movie nights with everyone. Especially when it’s a Jim Carrey movie because Bobby and Kian would do their iconic impression of him. It was the perfect night and full of laughter. You were in the middle of your second movie when the light sound of rain came from outside.

“Yes, rain!” Jc exclaimed

“I love the rain,” You agreed “except the thunder”

“What do you mean? Thunder is the best part” Corey added as you slightly shrugged. You tried to play it off because no one knew how you found thunderstorms completely terrifying. It was a childish fear but somehow you never got over it. Now it was an embarrassing fear and hoped no one finds out. But unfortunately, one person knew and it was Kian. Kian was the one who you barely talked to, barely hung out with. Every time it rained, you’d think “it had to be Kian…” because you thought Kian would think of you and laugh at your dumb fear.

When he found out, it was just you and him in the house. Since you two barely talked, he had no idea what to do. But you didn’t blame him, not every 20 year old is scared of thunderstorms. So he awkwardly sat with you in one of the housemate’s room until it was over.

“Looks like there’s gonna be a thunderstorm or something” Harrison states standing at the window

“What?” You asked feeling slightly unsteady. You walked towards the window and saw the sky becoming dark and low with ominous black clouds forming. The brassy glare drains the colour from trees and houses. The wind picked up, howling and warning for what’s next to come. You can hear the sound of pattering of raindrops hitting the cement and rooftops then comes the first low crack of thunder.

You inhaled sharply then held your breath, so did the wind. Everything seemed to stop for a few moments then the heavy rain started to fall, splattering the ground haphazardly. The scent of rain grew dark and strong. You gulped trying to get that lump in your throat to disappear. Your hands started to get clammy as your heart beats rapidly in your chest. You slowly stepped away from the window trying to not show fear. You glanced at Kian who stared at you with a concerned look.

“I gotta use the bathroom” You stated as you turned your back on the group, a crack of lightning filled the room for a few seconds then the room returned its dark state again.  You started speed walking and ran into the nearest bathroom. You didn’t care whose it was, you just didn’t want to be with the others when the first loud crack of thunder boomed. Like on cue, the thunder rolled overhead like the fury of the gods. You let out a small cry then quickly climbed into the bathtub, covering your ears as an attempt to block out the loud booming. Then you heard a small knock on the door.

“Y/n?” Kian asks through the door “A-are you okay?” He stutters. You didn’t open the door right away because you didn’t want anyone to see you in this state. After five minutes or so, another small knock was heard. You decided to open the door since Kian already saw you like this. Once you did, you saw Kian sitting next to the door. He quickly got up when he saw the door open. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He states rubbing the back of his neck.

“Thanks, Kian” You smiled rubbing your eyes. Another thunder boomed across the city making you jump.

“Hey, come here,” Kian says leading you to the bathtub. He got in too, wrapping his arms around you. You ducked every single time thunder clapped, but you couldn’t help it. “It’s gonna be okay, it’ll be over soon” Kian whispered in your ear, you hugged him back tightly, starting to feel safe. “Look, put this in.” He instructed handing you earphones. He got out his laptop that you didn’t notice he had and typed in Netflix. He clicked on one of your favourite movies then pulled you in closer.

Mid-movie, you didn’t even realize that the thunderstorm stopped. But you were still cuddling with Kian in the bathtub. You continued sitting like that until the movie was over.

“Did I do better?” Kian asked referring to the time he first found out about you fear

“A hundred times better” You smiled snuggling next to him.