it will make as some buttons

Study breaks are really important, but sometimes it can be difficult to think of what to do, or even know what kind of break to take. So here are some suggestions for breaks depending on how you’re feeling at the time. 

Some generic multipurpose breaks:

  1. Yoga or guided meditation.
  2. Moisturise your hands, or paint your nails.
  3. Go to the toilet, and get a drink.
  4. Go for a walk.
  5. Play a game online.
  6. Listen to some music.
  7. Write down a bit of your daydream.
  8. Make a meal.
  9. Play with a pet.
  10. Read an article/wiki page

For when you’re overwhelmed:

  1. Have a relaxing shower with a favourite body wash.
  2. Make sure to step away from your study space, this is important.
  3. Go for a walk; do a short yoga routine, or a 15 minute guided meditation.
  4. Talk to a friend or parent, see if they can give you some support.
  5. Give yourself a treat - like a packet of chocolate buttons, or something small you enjoy. Eat them, and savour them, away from your desk.

For when nothing seems to be coming together:

  1. Make a to-do list of what needs to be done.
  2. Look at the task as if you’ve never seen it before.
  3. Have lunch or a snack, or nice drink. Do it away from your desk.
  4. Do something you enjoy, like reading a bit of a book, or playing a playlist you like.
  5. Talk to someone about the problem; ideally a supportive parent, friend, or teacher

For when you are stressed and want to rip your hair out:

  1. Shower, or have a bath.
  2. Watch funny videos online, or read those funny reviews, like the Haribo gummy bears ones.
  3. A short yoga or guided meditation video can really help (and I’m not one of those ‘yay, yoga’ people, but it can really help).
  4. Do something you are capable of doing without much stress - this could be a chore, a hobby, or something random you like.
  5. Make yourself a drink you enjoy, make it as special as you can, and then find somewhere else to drink it.

When you are bored:

  1. Engage in productive procrastination.
  2. Learn a new skill - such as a basic crochet stitch, or how to start a fire without a lighter.
  3. Watch a TedTalk, or short documentary on YouTube.
  4. Make a study playlist, try to include some music you’ve not heard before.
  5. Find a new recipe to try / place to visit.
  6. Play a quick game online - bingo, pictionary, etc.

When you are hungry, but the bored kind of hungry:

  1. Try eating something that takes longer to prepare. Not just a snack that’s quick to grab, but something that takes a little more time. Cut up your fruit, make it look nice; make several snacks that can be stored for latter or another day.
  2. Take a few minutes to some pictures of your study space or notes, edit them and make them into a post ready to pop on your blog.
  3. Go for a wander. It needn’t be outside, even walking around the stacks in a library and looking for some interesting titles can give you a break (and an inflated reading list, so do this one at your peril).
  4. Paint your nails, or do some cuticle maintenance by moisturising them.
  5. Spend five minutes on Pinterest looking at ideas for crafts or something you enjoy (make sure to set a timer for this, it’s easy to be distracted).

When you haven’t taken a break in a while because breaks are for wussies:

  1. Read about the Pomodoro method and how it helps boost productivity. Use a free timer app to give it a go.
  2. Zentangle, relaxation colouring, going to the toilet, etc.
  3. Just chil-lout. Seriously, do something to relax yourself. You need a break!

When literally anything is more interesting than what you’re supposed to be doing:

  1. Go for a short walk, or do a few stretches away from your study space.
  2. Watch a TedTalk on something interesting or a totally random subject.
  3. Find an article/wiki page on something you know nothing about. Remember to limit yourself, time-wise, on this sort of thing.
  4. Organise your bag/folder/pencil case (anything small you have on you).
  5. Listen to some music in a target language/language you would like to learn.

When something keeps distracting you:

  1. If it’s something you can get rid of, try to do that.
  2. If it’s something you need to do, if possible, then to do it.
  3. If it’s a thought that won’t go away, take five minutes and write it down in as much detail as you can, and then put it away for later.
  4. Leave your study space for a moment, get up and walk around a bit, maybe stretch your neck, back and arms.
  5. Tell your pet what’s wrong. Bonus if you do this in another language.

For when you feel like giving up:

  1. This is a good time to step away from your work and doing something else entirely for a little while. Take a longer break, watch an episode of a show you like, or browse for some new music, read a bit of a book.
  2. Take a shower.
  3. Make yourself a drink and something to eat, and eat it away from your desk. Relax a bit while you’re doing so, and set up a pomodoro-style timer when you get back to studying, so you can remember you’ll soon have another break.
  4. Engage in a small act of kindness.
  5. Pet a cute fluffy friend.

When you feel entirely unproductive:

  1. Perform some productive procrastination! Vacuum the house; wipe down a window, scrub the kitchen tiles, reorganise your underwear drawer. Pick a chore that needs doing and do that. Honestly, even just tidying a bookshelf, or taking your washing out of your room, or packing away some clothes can help. Do something where you will be able to see a visible difference that your actions have made.
  2. Spend half an hour on a hobby you like - knit, make origami swans, fiddle around with a robotics project.
  3. That thing you’ve been putting off? Go on, go and do it, and tick it off your check-list.

I hope that these give you a few ideas for much-needed, and productivity-boosting breaks.

Let Me Touch You Because You’re Precious.

Author’s notice- Hey readers (the few that I have) I am back with yet another smut. Shocking I know. So the back story if how I came up with this is I was watching some of Jooheon’s stage performances and he’s just such a bad ass on stage. His demeanor is so serious and cut throat he literally dominates the fucking stage he owns. So I thought it would be a fun idea to write a super dom Jooheon with a really subby reader. Enjoy babies. Feedback is appreciated :-) 

As always, if smut makes you uncomfortable please don’t read, but if you’re a pervert like me push on that keep reading button lmao. 

Paring: Jooheon x Reader

Warnings: Daddy kink (a huge one), spanking, thigh riding, parsing, slight choking, orgasm denial, dirty talk, and I can’t remember what else but enjoy okok.

Originally posted by jooheonbebe


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anonymous asked:

I am trying to make danganronpa ocs but for some reason character design for them is really challenging especially the clothing, do you have any tips in that department?

Honestly idk I usually just wing it.
Here are some common DR character traits tho:
Bows
Ties
White button downs
School girl uniforms
Thigh highs
Hoodies
Ahoges
Boots
And lots of layers

aphfrxnce  asked:

3. 17

3. The person you would never want to meet?
ohhhhhh…mh…I dunno…..some mass murder….someone who is about to shot or blow up the place..nah..not wanna be ther..not wanna meet them.
mhh and as person..I dunno…Tbh I don’t really wanna meet my Ex’s new partner…I’m happy if I never have to

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?
Donald Trump

thank you

I mentioned an ex-girlfriend at lunch at work the other day and I don’t think I’ve ever explicitly talked about dating women around my coworkers before and it appears that it was something of a revelation for some segment of the population of my office, which I find perplexing because I am so obviously butch that it never really occurred to me that anybody would read me as anything other than a lesbian. Like I no longer own makeup or women’s clothing. I buzz my hair myself over the bathroom sink. The vast majority of my wardrobe consists of plaid button ups. Do people not think I’m gay? Is there something I should do to make it more blatantly obvious?? Do I need to carry a sign

agenderraskel  asked:

You call Steve "punk". Have you ever slipped punk clothing into his closet? Does he wear it?

well, he absolutely refuses to wear combat boots. which i find personally offensive, because i wear steeltoe combats almost every day. but steve insists that having tromped across most of europe in steeltoes and only being saved from trenchfoot thanks to the miracle of old-timey science, he will no longer wear combat boots unless theyre the custom ones that go with his cap costume. sorry. uniform. and that since sneakers exist in the future and are, and i quote ‘like walking around with old mrs mckinneys angel cake for shoes, buck, its great’ he will not be wearing boots if he doesnt have to. 

the day we talked him into skinny jeans was pretty great. have you ever seen a dog doing that high-step when you put shoes on them?? he looked like that for the first half hour or so. and then he tried to ‘jog’ up the tower lobby steps, and split his pants open at the crotch. 

it was a good day for the ladies (and some of the gents. you know. the ones who didnt immediately grow inferiority complexes) in the lobby of stark tower. 

it was not a good day for steve rogers. 

putting steve in any kind of plaid just makes him look like a lumberjack, not a punk. so that doesnt work.

steve cant wear black without looking like a vampire, hes so pale. but one time he borrowed my dont-touch-me black leather motorcycle jacket and managed to make that look badass for a little while. and then he let a little girl in central park facepaint a sunflower on his left cheek, which pretty much spoiled and sort of badass look he might have been managing. which wasnt much, because he was still wearing khakis. 

dork. 

Ridgeport’s Vampy Blouse Edit

I absolutely love this shirt, and I thought that making a slight edit to it would allow me to use it more often. I removed the buttons (the ones on the back included) and recolored it in some nice pastels.

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Credit to @ridgeport for the mesh - Thank you for letting me do this!

msdistress said: I saw that civilized werewolves being super competitive when it comes to other packs, and now I can only imagine an AU where (adult) Stiles and Scott are renting a house together, and Derek moves in the same area. And while the McCall pack and the entire Hale pack (Talia, Laura, etc.) are on civilized terms, Scott and Derek just can’t help themselves. And maybe a part of the showing off is actually a way to impress (court) Stiles, as in “My lawn ornaments are much nicer than his!”

So this is kind of that, but kind of not? This is pretty silly :) Happy Halloween!


“You’re not dead,” Stiles says as Scott bangs open the door and shucks off his shoes in the next movement. They hit the wall and then bounce into an ungainly pile in the middle of the hallway that Liam will no doubt trip over when he gets home.

“Nope,” Scott says. He looks confused by that part.

“So… That’s good?” Stiles has pumpkin guts all over his hands, but offers Scott a fist bump anyway.

Scott follows Stiles back into the kitchen and then plops down across from Stiles’s half-finished jack-o-lanterns at the counter. He’s a couple weeks early, but Halloween has to be taken seriously. These are practice pumpkins.

Scott says, “It was weird. I think they’re all models. They force-fed me pie.”

Stiles arches a skeptical eyebrow.

“I mean, the pie was great,” Scott says, face screwed up. “I think they were happy I ate the whole thing?”

Werewolf metabolism, Stiles thinks sourly. He’s getting to that age where he has to watch his beer and pizza intake. It sucks. He says, “I’ll make them brownies,” and then apparently it becomes a thing.

*

Stiles doesn’t know if the Hale pack are actually all models, but they’re definitely taking the supernaturally hot thing to a whole other level.

Scott’s betas are reasonably attractive, sure, but Liam’s the size of a cave troll and Mason’s on this whole hippie-chic kick that makes him look like a train hobo.

Stiles holds out the plate of brownies and tries not to stare at Erica’s boobs. Boyd has the bulging chest of a roman gladiator and Stiles could cut his hands on Isaac’s cheekbones, it’s insane.

Stiles says, “Nice to meet you guys,” and Erica’s lip curls up and her hands hover around the plastic-wrapped plate like it’s made of poison and-or possibly oatmeal. He waggles the plate back and forth. “Promise they’re wolfsbane free.”

And then Jackson fucking Whittmore comes swanning down the staircase and Stiles says, “You’ve got to be shitting me. Jackson?”

“Stilinski,” Jackson says with a scowl.

“Lydia told us you got eaten by a giant lizard.”

Jackson scowls harder. “Fuck off.”

Stiles would like to say that the addition of Jackson makes the pack less appealing, but despite having the personality of a canned ham, Jackson still looks like he was carved out of marble. Balls.

And then someone says, “Do I smell chocolate?” from behind Stiles and he definitely does not jump three feet into the air, but it’s a close call.

He flinches and spins around and says, “Fuck my life.”

The hottest mountain man Stiles has ever seen is frowning at him and Stiles wants to bury his entire body in his beard. He wants to weasel his way under that soft-looking Henley and lick his collarbones. Stiles is ninety-nine percent sure this is Alpha Derek Hale, even though Scott had failed to prepare him for the way Derek’s eyes are eating Stiles’s soul.

Stiles wordlessly holds out the plate of brownies.

Derek takes them with a resigned silence. No one else is saying anything either, and the back of Stiles’s neck is starting to prickle with unease. Are they going to eat him now? They’d moved into town so Liam and Mason could go to the local college, expecting some kind of resistance, territorial posturing, possible brawl for dominance, but Scott had been tirelessly optimistic—even more so since the pie eating thing.

Stiles slinks around Derek, hands up. He says, “I’ll just, uh… leave now,” and backs down the sidewalk so he can see any kind of attack coming. He’s got a taser in his back pocket and he’s not afraid to use it.

The Hale pack all watch him with narrow, calculating eyes and Jackson gives him the finger.

Stiles thinks that if this is the way they react to brownies, he’s going to bake them a motherfucking cake.

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“Bullet Points On Your First Date With A Trans Woman”

1: Since your gonna ask yes, some trans women have dicks,
no, you cannot ask us about it,
we will tell you if we are comfortable.
So if you got buns and you don’t want none but our anaconda
then save your money and run out and buy a dildo.
Hit up Venus Envy*, they got you.

2: What you’ve seen in porn: forget it.
If all you know of us is wet skin flicks
of trans girls sucking dick
you can just stick to that and leave us alone.
Or at least watch good trans porn.
Hit up Courtney Trouble, she got you.

3: Know your date will be cute.
All trans girls are cute, I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules.
So whether she’s short or tall
hold her close and call
“You’re so gorgeous, baby doll”
cause she’ll be putting button eyes to shame.

4: If you’re going to take us out
please make an attempt for it to be fun.
Cause if it is you’ll see the sun
rising up in the column of her chest
to beam through her teeth like morning’s break.
Date idea? I dunno, cheezy bread? Hit up Dominos, they got you.

5: Now, there’s a good chance your girl might be a bit awkward,
cause for some of us believe that this is tough too.
So if she’s shy just tell her “Boo,
its ok that it’s just me and you”.
She going to need to learn to trust,
cause she’s probably been burned before.

6: If you’re out and someone says something, yells something,
try not to start a fight.
Because the wrongs of your fist won’t make it right,
not tonight, bloodshed and might
won’t break transphobia like an eye socket;
won’t fold it like a broken nose.

7: If you’re out and someone says something, she might get quiet
and even if whispered, trust, she’s heard it,
tranny, heshe, shemale, faggot,
and that casts her deep inside her own pit
of funhouse mirror and screaming voices repeating
every time those words have been said to her.

8: If she withdraws understand it’s not you, she’s just human.
Realize that some of us have spent our lives
standing on bridges over water trying not to dive
because riverbeds looks soft like graves
and quieter than the streets and schools
and jobs and houses and even our own minds.

9: Hold her. Let her know its ok.
Take her home but not to bed, kiss her on the head
and thank the stars that she’s not dead .
Cause you got a glimpse of what’s been said,
and what she’s lived through and suffered through
and survived for so many days to even date you.

10: Try again.
It won’t always be like this.
Don’t shy away just because
the world is spiteful and cruel and wrong.
There is so much love that can be given
when we don’t give in to hate.

So hit us up.
We got you.



*Venus Envy is a local feminist bookstore/sex shop. Replace with your own local awesome store.

So you want to make fun of butches

Totally understandable! But wait, why go for the basic jokes everyone has heard, like that we’re men or we hit on straight women? Here are some ideas to freshen up your fun:

  • We ate all the spooky shaped peanut butter cups 3 weeks before Halloween
  • How do you make a butch strip? Have a femme say she’s cold. Every damn time.
  • We can fix your toilet but can’t stop crying over commercials with dogs in them
  • We all have collections of really horrible ties and/or patterned button downs
  • Do we need to iron our flannel? No. Do we do it anyway? Probably.
  • You ordered five boxes of Girl Scout cookies. Mysteriously, you ate none of them but they are gone. In the corner, your butch tries not to look guilty.
Submit To Me - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 15,061

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Public Teasing, Public Masturbation, Teasing in the car and in the bedroom, pleading, seduction, striping Dylan because he’s sexy as fuck, dry humping, thigh riding, hand jobs, face riding, handcuffs, blindfolds, 69 (aka oral male and female receiving), overstimulation, praising, orgasm denial, female riding male (regular and reverse cowgirl), whiny Dylan, mentions of dominant Dylan, A lot of submissive Dylan, BREATHY MOANS

Notes: I will make this short as I am writing this pool side from hell. I’m so sorry this took forever. I have no excuses. But hopefully it was worth it. I honestly don’t know if this is my best writing for what you guys wanted from this. I promise the next thing I write won’t take as long. 

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You’re MY Girl Pt.1

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Request from @jyttoaudios: I was wondering if u could make a smut where you and tom are friends with benefits and he gets all sensitive over the fact that your starting to see someone and it leads to to a lil angst and a lil sum sum us know what I’m saying hmmmmm

A/N: hopefully you enjoy Pt.1 xx- Mikayla


[Reader’s POV]


    Rolling over you get out of the bed quietly. Picking up your phone and unplugging it off the charger. Bending down you pick up a shirt slipping the article of clothing on. Looking back at the bed, your longing gaze breaking as you exit the bedroom. Your feet padded against the flooring slightly as you headed towards the stairs. Memories of last night flashed through your head sending a throbbing sensation down to your core.


   Yawning and stretching your arms as you made it down each step slowly. Your body exhausted from the night before. Tessa’s tags jingled made you look over. She was standing on the couch now looking at you. A happy smile on her sweet face. Walking over you press a kiss to her head and rub her ears. Seeing a happy Tess when you woke up always made your day.


   Tessa jumps off the couch and follows you towards the kitchen. Clicking the power button on your phone to see it’s twelve thirty. Turning on the coffee pot you lean against the counter. Your hip slightly digging into the counter which you regretted quickly. A twinge of pain makes you stop leaning against the counter and lift your shirt up.


   Your skin was tinted purple with long bruises from where Tom’s fingers were last night. The skin sensitive and dark in some areas. A loud sound comes from the coffee machine indicating the coffee was ready. Moving your coffee mug you grasp the handle and pull it out of its home. Pouring the hot liquid in the cup your phone starts ringing loudly.


   Putting the coffee away you reach to grab your ringing phone. You were afraid the sound would rise upstairs and wake Tom. Almost dropping it out of quickly grabbing it you let out a sigh of relief when it doesn’t fall. Hitting the green button you raise the phone to your ear. A smile on your face after you saw who was calling.


“Good morning, you still on for today?” He asks as you reach for the dog food. Placing it on the counter you grab Tessa’s bowl.


“Yeah, I’m at a friends house so I’ll have to go home and get ready for tonight” Filling up the bowl you see her waiting by her water bowl. Tail wagging happily as she awaits her food. Setting it down you pat her head and she starts munching away.


“I bet you’ll look gorgeous no matter what” his voice was deep from him probably just waking up. He’s the one you’ve been calling when you couldn’t talk to Tom. It was hard just being friends with benefits with Tom. You wanted a relationship aspect.


“Oh stop it Leo, you’re such a charmer” you giggle taking a sip of your coffee. The caffeine rushing through your system to wake you up. The two of you had plans to meet at a coffee shop to just have a relaxing date. Coffee was perfect because you had to work on a term paper that night anyways. If you had tea you would want to wind down and procrastinate longer on your assignment.


“I can’t help it you’re absolutely stunning, I don’t know how anyone can pass you up” he chuckles making you smile. You couldn’t help but blush at what he says.



“Alright well I’ll see you soon okay?”



“Later love, see you soon” the line ends with a beep as you set your phone down on the counter. Tessa barks loudly making you turn around to see Tom walking over shirtless and in sweatpants. Your eyes traveling down his body admiring his abs.


“Good morning love, you’re up early” Tom grins sleepily walking towards you. Reaching up he runs his fingers through his tousled curls. His bicep flexing as he did that motion. Tom is irresistible with that body of his. Placing your mug by the sink it clinks against the countertop.


“I have plans today, I needed coffee to wake myself up even more” you explain as he gets closer to you. Backing you against the counter with nowhere to go. The feeling of your heart beating faster and faster started making you uneasy.


“I thought we were going to spend the day together since I’m back in town?” the warmth of his hand against your cheek was soothing. Leaning your face into the skin of his palm you let out a sigh.


“Well I made plans before you came back, I’ll be home for you tonight isn’t that fair enough?” it was unfair that you had to revolve your plans around him. You were the one always having to wait for him to come home. With this friends with benefits situation and adding that he’s a celebrity made it feel like a one way street.


“You always spend the time I’m here with me an-”


“I have to go get my stuff so I can leave” Brushing past Tom you head back towards the stairs. He smelled heavenly and you needed to leave as soon as you could. He was too damn tempting for your own good. That’s probably why you go back to him all the time. You just couldn’t stay away.


  Walking into Tom’s room you see your clothes littered across the floor. Your heels were on separate sides of the room. Not even remembering how they got there. Taking off Tom’s t-shirt you pick up your dress off of the floor. Slipping it on you then pick up both of your heels. Putting them you groan realizing this looks like a walk of shame.


   Rolling your eyes because of how it looks you grab your purse that was at the foot of the bed on the ground. Grabbing it you take a cursory glance of his room. Just to see if you left anything. Leaving the room you make your way down the stairs. Your heels clicked once they made contact with the wood flooring when you reached the bottom.


“Have fun on your date” Tom’s voice comes from around the corner. Turning the corner you see him holding your phone. The screen lighting up with notifications on the screen.


“You didn’t go through my phone did you?” snatching it out of his grasp you see Leo’s name on the messages. Your eyes scanning the messages quickly checking he didn’t say anything. You were pretty sure Tom didn’t know your password.


“That you two are meeting at our spot? No I didn’t go through your phone but I did answer it” your eyes widening at what he just said. He could have said something to Leo and you have no clue what it could have been.


“Fuck you Holland..” you grit pushing him away from you. His bare chest firm under your palm.


“Well you did last night.. Might I add you weren’t complaining either” his cocky smirk plastered on his face. You wanted to slap it off so hard, your hand was trembling by your side.


“I can’t believe you’re acting like this.. It’s like you’re envious Tom” the tone that voice had was flat as you glared at him. He rolled his eyes crossing his arms, biceps bulging when he did that.

“I’m am not.. Who is this guy anyways?”


“I don’t have to tell you anything Tom.. I’ll see you tonight” taking your car keys off the hook you leave his house. Closing the door a little harder than normal you take a deep breath. Making your way across the street you walk down the sidewalk towards your car.


   Pulling your glasses out you put them on. Unlocking your car you get in and take off towards your home. Your phone was ringing but you just ignored it. At the moment you didn’t want to talk to anyone because of how frustrated Tom made you feel. All the time it was an array of emotions.


“I can’t believe he answered the goddamn phone” you mutter to yourself as you turn the corner and proceed down the road. Your phones loud ringing makes you emit an annoyed growl. Reaching over you pick up your phone off of the seat.


“What is it Tom, I’m not going back to your house for a -”


“Uh love.. It’s Leo is everything okay? So you really were at a guys house?” his question making your heart drop. This is exactly what you wanted to avoid.


“I just crashed at his place is all, I got too drunk to drive home” you lie gritting your teeth after cause lying was the thing you hated the most.


“I’ll see you at the coffee shop later, just wanted to check on you after what he sa-”


“What did he say?” the sound of your voice rose a bit from your nerves. You hated every second of what’s happening at the moment.


“That you stayed the night with him in his bed”


“Of course he would say that” you huff out resting your phone on your shoulder as your cheek was pressed against your phone. The position keeping it in place as you made your way home. You normally had to drive around for a while before going home. Paparazzi loved to follow you around and it was fucking obnoxious. Sadly that’s what you get for being in any proximity of Tom.


“I’m sorry what he said Leo, we just go way back and Tom’s a little asshole alright?” quoting Mackie as you get out of your car once it’s in park. Leo says his goodbyes before you hang up the phone holding it in your left hand.The gravel next to your driveway crunched under your heels as you walked towards your front door. Fishing out your keys from your purse you put the key in the lock.


   Turning the key you twist the handle opening the door. It creaked as the door moved with you walking inside. The heater doing it’s job welcoming you into warmth. Today was a chilly day in London and you were glad your heater wasn’t broken. It had a tendency to break when you desperately needed it the most.


    Your dog comes walking up to you with a happy bark. Kneeling down you ruffle her ears. Her spotted tongue sticking out from the side of her mouth. Pressing a kiss to her head you stand up and walk to the kitchen. Pictures of you and Tom from when you first became friends were around your house. Especially the ones of the events you went to. Along with your family you had photos with Tom’s family.


    Picking up Kayley’s water bowl you hold it under the sink as you fill it up. Her tags jingle making you look over. She was jumping up and down, her long tail wagging in excitement. She was a year older than Tessa but bigger due to being a Rottweiler mix Lab. The two of them were best buds whenever you would have Tessa over to watch her if Nikki couldn’t.


“C’mon love let’s go to the closet and pick out an outfit for tonight yeah?” after you set her bowl down she follows you upstairs. Kayley of course made it up the stairs first as always. She sat at the top waiting for you to make it up the stairs.




   The lighting of the coffee shop was dim thankfully. Your migraine had grown over the span of time that you were home. Tom was trying to lure you back to his place. All he wanted was a hookup and today you just wanted to be with Leo. Locking your door you one more time you turn and head towards the doorway.


   Opening the door you head inside the cozy warm building. Shrugging off your coat and slinging it over your arm. Looking around your eyes scan the room for Leo. His dark hair was the first thing you saw. Leo’s eyes met yours and a smile raising to his face. His smile infectious as one rose to your face. He truly is a handsome man with his ocean blue eyes. Those eyes that made you feel as if you were drifting out to see the longer you looked into them.


“Hey love, can you believe the weather outside?” his accent thicker in person than on the phone. Setting your coat down on the chair at your table you give him a peck on the cheek.


“I’m honestly glad I brought a jacket” realizing it’s a jacket Tom bought you instantly making you mentally face palm yourself. The barista keeps looking over at you making you uncomfortable. She knew you came here with Tom often.


   As time went by the more and more you found out about Leo. Sure you two have been talking for two months but now you seemed to find out even more. He told you about the adventures he went on when he traveled last summer. That was one of your favorite things, traveling. You wish you could’ve traveled with Tom but his manager didn’t want people getting the wrong Idea.


   Which made it harder for you because you fell for Tom. Feelings took over and destroyed your thoughts on being friends with benefits. You never truly knew how Tom felt about you so you just kept letting that arrangement continue. The longer Tom was away the more you felt alone. That’s a big reason why you started trying to find someone. When you finally met Leo you thought things could change. After today you knew it was going to end badly.


“Now what was it that you really wanted to talk about, you said you needed to be honest with me about something” Leo hands you your coffee that he ordered for you. Earlier you sent him a text of what you wanted.


“I wanted to explain more about earlier and why I was really at Tom’s house”sweat started to form on your palms. Nerves were kicking in on how you were going to explain this. Praying to God he would understand everything.


“So you took him to our place and in our spot?” the familiar voice making you freeze in your spot. Your eyes wide seeing Leo’s facial expression turn into confusion. Looking back you see Tom in a black coat and his curls slightly messy from the wind. His fingers run through them smoothing down a bit.


“What do you mean by our?” Leo questions raising an eyebrow looking between the two of you. Before you could say anything Tom has a smirk on his face. That damn fucking smirk.


“As in her and I come here, this is our spot and you coincidently choose our spot before she came here?”


“Tom stop it now, go home I said I’d see you later and now is not later” you huff standing up so you’re now looking up at him. Some people looked over and some had their phones out. The last thing Tom needed was drama being started.


“So this is the famous Tom Holland” Leo says bluntly standing up from his seat. You looked over at him questioningly because you never mentioned Tom’s last name.


“Yeah I am.. Oh darling.. You forgot these in my bed last night” Tom reaches into his pocket pulling out your red lace thong. A gasp leaves your mouth as you snatch them out of his hand. Reaching for your purse you put them in there. Your cheeks were flaming from embarrassment.


“Is that what you wanted to tell me about? That you’re sleeping with him?” Leo’s tone was flat as he looked down at you. His figure was a bit taller than Tom’s so you felt like he was towering over you.


“Are you mad she was calling my name out last night and not yours?” Tom sounded so smug as he brushed the back of his fingers against your cheek. Tom’s lips press against yours in a quick kiss. Your hands naturally going to his face , his jawline against your palm. Tom pulls away from the kiss , his fingers still holding your chin. Looking over you see Leo looking pissed off at the two of you.


“ Why you lil-” Leo lunges at Tom making your fight or flight instincts kick in. The name that comes out of your lips surprises you. Stepping in front of Tom, Leo’s fist ends up hitting you instead. A whimper of pain escaping your lips as Tom pulls you into his arms.


“I-I’m so sorry” Leo looks panicked as he sees you rubbing the sore spot on your shoulder. Tom’s arm rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. All that was happening you were shaking like a chihuahua.


“Ever come near her again and you won’t like what I will do, got it?” Tom grits out at Leo, his body tense as you leaned against him.


“If I would have known you were whoring around with him I would have never considered dating y-”


“Get the fuck out of here before I beat the fuck out of you for hitting my girl” his voice lashed out at Leo making the coffee shop go silent. Leo mumbled something before taking off towards the entrance.


    Looking around there were people with their phones out. The barista comes over telling people to please put their phones away. She sticks her arms out standing in the way blocking people. Tom’s finger lifted your chin so you’d look up at him. His eyes looked concerned as he gazed down at you. A bit of your heart shattered as you looked at him. Your chance of a normal relationship just went out the door.


“C’mon darling, let’s go home.. We need to talk about things”


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smut for pt. 2 

Originally posted by dynode

Limerence [ I ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 5k

Pairing: Jongin x Reader

Summary: Blind to the signs and deaf to the warnings, you’d realized maybe love was anything but simple.

Limerence Masterlist

Originally posted by intokai

Black and white was always something daunting to you, the blurring between the tones all you could rely on to bring the canvas to life. Maybe it was because charcoal was almost too forgiving compared to the paints you preferred. Maybe it was because you could so easily go too far with shadows or light and cast your subject into pedestrian level importance. You were almost positive, however, that you hated the simple tones because life was so much more than shades of grey. Life was every color of a rainbow, sometimes too loud, being thrown at you and splattering like a prism had been decimated against your skin. Nothing was ever just black and white in life.

Nothing was ever that simple.

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The Better Kisser - Tom Holland Drabble

Request: Anonymous - Hello! I love your writing and was wondering if you could do a fluff imagine where the reader is dating tom and she helps paddy with homework and stuff and tom tries to distract her + paddy being grossed out by toms affection for her which causes tom to want to kiss the reader more just to make fun of paddy

Warnings: Fluff and teasing Tom

Word Count: 778

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hope you liked it : ) Guys sorry they’re so short I just haven’t really had any inspiration.

~Masterlist~

“Ok so what’s 16 times ½?”

“I don’t like fractions, Y/N,” Paddy whined.

“Come on Paddy you know this. If it’s difficult to work out, then you just have to put it in the calculator,” You handed him the calculator and watched as he pressed some buttons.

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Silk

Series: Mr. Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Swearing like always :)

Word Count: 1,700+

A/N: Hope you enjoy this update ;) I love you all so much and want to thank you for understanding my health situation rn.


[Reader’s POV]


   Taking his extended hand you grasp onto it as the two of you walk towards a hallway. He tells you where the bathroom is and tells you where his bedroom is. It’s two doors down from yours on the right. There was a library he had that you were curious to look at because reading soothed you, plus it gave you things to tell Jaelynn while she was in the hospital.


    Opening the white wooden french doors reveals a big room. This was the guest room? The room was absolutely gorgeous. It made your room


    Your eyes scanned the lavish room before walking in. It felt as if you didn’t deserve to be walking on the white marble flooring of the room. The walls were painted a maroon red which made the black bed stand out against the white flooring. Taking your heels off you put them down near the bed.

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turnerlands  asked:

can you do a reaction of BTS asking for you to do a "private show" (strip and dance) for them? thanks💙

Namjoon

No ordinary love - Sade

Namjoon enters your apartment plunged in the dim light, putting his keys in the pocket of his pants. He sighs as he puts his bag on the floor, pulling off his shoes and placing them next to the door. This intense rehearsal day in the dance studio has completely demoralized him. He wasn’t good at all & didn’t stop being reprimanded for his lack of attention and all his mistakes while he worked so hard… As soon as he sent you a text to tell you how bad his day was, you ordered him to come to your house to spend a night away from all this pressure. Namjoon agreed, though it may be hard to put him in a good mood after this bad day.

He’s about to call your name when he sees you in the hallway. You lean against the wall, pressing your legs lightly against each other. Namjoon can barely see you but the simple sight of your curves makes him smile softly, loving the way you keep surprising him again and again. He can’t clearly see what you’re wearing but damn, it looks cute as Hell. He recognizes Sade’s voice and walks to you, pulling off his coat and dropping it in the middle of the corridor. When he’s in front of you, you pull him by his sweatshirt and drag him inside your room. Namjoon lets himself be trained and be seated on your bed, his eyes on your cleavage, his fingers grazing the transparent tulle.

“Let me take care of you, baby…”

Namjoon closes his eyes as your hand strokes his cheek, your thumb ending on his fleshy lips. You sit on his lap and, beginning to move your body sensually, remove the barrette from your hair. As they fall on your shoulders, an absolutely divine smell makes Namjoon groan softly. His hands slips on your thighs, going up to your cotton panties, your soft skin suddenly pouring liquid fire right in his lower stomach. You grind on him, sliding the straps of your babydoll on your shoulders. Namjoon moves his hands to your boobs, pressing them firmly and making you both sigh. Namjoon seeks your lips but you refuse to let him kiss you, forcing him to wait for you to be completely naked to finally taste your lips.

Namjoon throws your babydoll through the bedroom and bites his lips as you bend down to remove your panties. His hand goes between your thighs and you smirk, thinking that he really has no patience when you’re naked. None, even if he has to play the game. He draws you back on him, moaning against your ear, feeling the pressure of your bare pussy just above his clothed hardness and whispering in your ear :

“Bed… Now…”

Taehyung

Body - MINO (MOBB)

Taehyung runs a hand through his hair and gives you an amused look as he sits down on the bed :

“When you said you prepared a private show for me, I was not expecting you to wear my shirt…”

You laugh softly as you get closer to him, your hand grazing his knee as you face him. Tae pulls on the shirt you’re wearing and pouts, looking like he’s a little disappointed :

“You’re always wearing my shirts… I’m used to see you like that, now…

- Yeah ? Put some music on, babe… »

Tae leans back to grab his phone in his pocket and plays a random song which happens to perfectly fit with the moment. You put your fingers on the top of your shirt and start to undo the buttons, your hips rocking from side to side, a mischievous smile on your red lips. Tae looks at you without saying anything, leaning slightly on one of his elbows, his eyes strolling from your thighs to your fingers. This little spoiled baby seems like he’s not turned on anymore but it encourages you to make him wait even longer before he gets the real surprise. The confident, almost detached smile of Tae makes you want to laugh when you think about the reaction he’s going to have in a few seconds.

When you go a little further between his legs and spreads the sides of the shirt so he has a perfect view of the glittering lingerie that you’re wearing, Tae’s mouth falls on the ground. He opens his eyes in surprise as he lets out a small grunt. He straightens up slowly, leaning to your body and noticing how shiny your skin is. You smile, satisfied with your new sparkling body lotion and glad he loves it.

As you dance lasciviously against him, your hands passing over his shoulders and stroking his hair, Tae has trouble processing what’s actually happening between his thighs. He looks so lost, so eager to touch you and yet unable to move. You drop the shirt at your feet and climbs on his lap, your fingers clenching on his hair as you lean to brush his mouth with yours, giving his lower lip a little kitten lick. He moans, his deep voice making you shiver as if it was the first time you heard it. Tae finally puts his hands on your thighs, pressing your ass as he tries to kiss you, but you move back with a naughty smile. You remove the braces of your diamond bra, pressing your arms against each other to bring out the curves of your breasts. Taehyung can’t take his eyes off you, and you have to pass your thumb on the corner of his lip to wipe his saliva off. He looks up to you and your breath is cut when you see how wide his pupils are.

He will not let you finish your private show.

He will not even let you take off your sparkling lingerie.

Jin

Mirror - Hyun A

When he received your text telling him you’ve got a surprise for him, Seokjin didn’t expect that kind of surprise. He doesn’t feel very comfortable sitting in the middle of your bedroom barely lit by candles, waiting for you to finally show up. He shakes his leg nervously, staring at the door that still doesn’t open. He knows that it’s been only two minutes since you left him here but it seems much longer…

When the door opens, Jin swallows hard and looks at you with big eyes. You put the music on and swing your phone on the bed, raising your eyebrows up and down and making him snorts. Did you guess he was going to be nervous so you wanted to make him laugh ? Jin doesn’t know and now he just doesn’t care, unable to think straight as he sees the long red robe floating around your legs as you walk towards him. He sees your black fishnet stockings that ends in the middle of your thighs and exhales very slowly, already gathering all his strength to try to keep calm. You get closer until your hands are resting on his shoulders as you get between his legs, smiling when you see how much he seems to struggle to look up at your eyes. He can’t look at anything else that your boobs : the bra you’re wearing is laced in the middle and push up your breasts in an almost too tempting way. This set of red hot lingerie is enough to make the blood rushes down there.

With a soft hand, you slide the robe that falls to your feet. This time, you hear Jin’s hoarse voice : “Wow…”. This simple little word is enough to make you blush, your fingers caressing his neck briefly while you look at him with an amused smile. His hands barely rest on your thighs as if he was afraid a simple touch could make you disappear. You begin to swing your body in rhythm, rolling your hips sensually while stroking his hair. Jin sighs, leaning down to kiss the hot skin just above your belly button before looking up at you. You smile, sitting on his lap and still dancing slowly, can’t help but giggle when Jin whispers against your lips, his hands passing on the fabric of your stockings : “How did I get so lucky…”

You put your hands behind his neck, grasping his hair without hurting him, and starts to grind on him with a slowness that makes him growl against your mouth. He closes his eyes, his mouth grazing your collarbone, his breath getting heavier as he feels your heat on his crotch. Jin puts his hands on your sides before firmly grabbing your breasts with his big, strong hands, making you moan under the surprise. Still stroking his neck, you watch him pull one of the strings that keeps your bra in place. He puts his long fingers between the knots to undo them slowly & releases your boobs from their textile jail. You sigh, feeling so beautiful through his eyes full of love, full of tenderness. He looks at your breasts like they were the most tempting thing in the entire world, biting his plumped lips as he finishes to take your bra off. You smile as you start to dance again, ready to drive Seokjin crazy until he can’t take it anymore.

Hoseok

Water - Dumbfoundead

“Wait for me here, I have something special for you…”

Hoseok sits on the bed, helped by the pressure of your hands on his shoulders. You’re still wearing your white bathrobe, but Hoseok guesses that something is hiding beneath, and his impatience makes him giggle. He doesn’t let go of your arms and asks you what’s going on, smiling and pouting playfully, even trying to put his hands under your bathrobe. You gently push him away and put a finger on his lips, ordering him to shut up and wait for you. Hoseok pouts adorably but gets more comfortable on the bed, spreading his arms behind him to lean on it.

A few minutes later, you put the music from your phone on the bluetooth speaker and slowly open the door, your heart starting to beat faster. When Hoseok sees you coming forward and rolling your hips like a fucking model (and wearing the most beautiful set of lingerie he has ever seen in his life), he can’t hold back a strong curse that he lets out of his smirking mouth. You pass one hand in your hair, letting the other slide against your breasts. Sunshine Hobi has disappeared to give way to his dark side, full of lust and vices, the part of him that could make you come just with his eyes. This kind of look that he has on you right now, as you slide the pink kimono from your shoulders, mouthing “dadeulmogmalla” in synch with the song. Hoseok bites his lip, his eyes on the interlaced lace « body » and then down on the black thong that moves with the flow imposed by your hips. Hoseok slides a finger on your thigh and pulls on the suspender, slamming the strap on your burning skin. You smile, your hands passing behind his neck while your dance moves becomes more lascivious, more arched, more… Suggestive.

Hoseok pulls you against him, his fingers sliding on your waist as you take the ribbon that’s hanging between your breasts. With an amused smile, you put it on your boyfriend’s mouth who takes the ribbon between his teeth, a mischievous smile still on his face. While continuing to dance sensually, you step back a little and allow Hobi to pull on the ribbon to undo the knot that you voluntarily left loose. Hoseok passes a finger between your breasts and gently moves it down your skin, taking the ribbon with him so it can be detached from all its links. He can’t help but mouths the lyrics of the song, smiling so suggestively that you already know you will not sleep much tonight.

You remove the top lingerie piece and turns around, sliding against Hoseok so he can feel all the reliefs of the garters, pressing your ass against his crotch while you dance. Hoseok sighs heavily, his hands sliding on your thighs to press you even more against him, moving his hips in rhythm with yours. You feel his hot breath against your ear as he whispers the daring words and bite your lip, swinging your head back and closing your eyes, feeling the tingling of your arousal between your thighs. Hoseok undoes the ties of your garter belt, sighing louder as the friction of your ass against his clothed erection causes slight peaks of pleasure. Hoseok wants more, Hoseok doesn’t want to wait : He slips a hand into your thong and bites your neck when your wetness instantly coats his fingers.

As you expected, he totally takes control. It’s no longer you who dances lasciviously on him, it’s Hoseok who makes you dance, who presses his hand against your hip to force your back to arch more with each movement, who whispers dirty lyrics in your ear while his fingers presses your clit every time your ass roll on his crotch. He’s too cramped in his too tight pants but it doesn’t matter : the game is just beginning.

Yoongi

TP4 - Flatbush zombies

Yoongi just got back from the studio and was expecting to find you in his bed with your laptop open on your lap while you wait for him patiently. Instead of this cute scenery, he walks into his bedroom with no lights on while the music plays from his speaker. He drops his bag to the ground when he finally sees you getting closer to him, barely illuminated by the moonlight. His eyes wanders on your body, his breath cut by the beauty of the black lingerie set that you’re wearing. He watches you come closer and roll your hips sensually, your hands sliding on your thighs while a smirk appears on your lips. Yoongi lets out a small snort, his tongue running inside his cheek, his eyes unable to leave your breasts which looks extremely tasty.

Once you’re in front of him, you grab him by the collar of his sweatshirt and pull him towards you while making few steps towards the chair that you placed in the center of the room. Yoongi lets himself go, a little amused smile rising on his pretty lips. Once standing in front of the chair, you put your hands on his broad shoulders and gently presses to make him sit, shivering slightly when you feel his fingers touching your thighs as he sits. He settles himself comfortably, his legs apart and ready to welcome you, his hand landing over his crotch and his eyes going up your legs, stopping for a few seconds on your boobs and then finish on your burning eyes.

You hold your need to jump on him (he’s asking for it) and begin to dance sensually, smiling when your hands goes through your hair. Yoongi still has a ghost of a smile on his lips, but it’s especially his eyes that shows you how much he loves what he sees. You put your hands behind your back and take off your bra, letting it fall to your feet. Yoongi licks his lips and beckons you to get closer. With a naughty smile, you put a hand on his shoulder and pass a leg over his thigh, making him believe that you intend to sit and play the game he wants to play. Instead, you start to move suggestively, your lips parted and your tongue on your upper lip as Yoongi grunts with desire. His hands grips your thighs and you suggest him to detach the fasteners of your garter belt. Yoongi bites his lip and does as you just said, his long pale fingers caressing the fabric of your stockings.

You go back between his legs, standing in front of him, so close Yoongi must hold himself from leaning a few inches forward just to kiss the top of your belly. Your hips swinging in rhythm, you slide your panties along your legs with a slowness that drives him crazy. When you drop it on the floor, Yoongi tears it off of your hands and grabs your ass, the fabric of your panties still crushed between his fingers. You sigh against his mouth, your hands sliding against his neck as you press yourself against him.

Needless to say, the rest of your lingerie set was quickly torn off and you didn’t even bother to go to bed.

Jimin

What You Need - The Weeknd

Jimin swings his head back, his eyes rolling behind his skull when he sees you walking towards him in this cute set of lingerie. He needs a few seconds to convince himself this is really happening in front of his eyes. He puts his elbows on his thighs, looking up to watch you getting closer, still not believing you’re really going to do it but smiling hard anyway. You smile too, playing the provocative girl and at the same time being too cute for Jimin’s heart.

“Wah, Jagiya… I’m drooling…”

With big, amazed eyes, he looks at you as you start dancing, your hips rolling and swinging to the rhythm of the music, sometimes playing with the knots of your stockings, sometimes with the pale pink straps above your breasts. He strongly bites his lip when you turn and drop the little lace shorts that you’re wearing over your white lace body. You slide against him and grind without shame, your hands resting on his knees and making sure to press your ass directly on his erection.

Jimin, never ceasing to smile, runs his hands on your thighs to caress the fabric of your garter belt. The peachy smell on your skin makes him moan softly in your neck and when his eyes leans on your cleavage and all these sexy pink straps, Jimin grunts against your ear :

“Strip for me…”

Slowly, you spread your hair to the side so Jimin can undo the buttons of your lace body. Once done, you stand up and, still between his thighs, begin to undress without ceasing to dance lasciviously. Jimin loves the way you strip for him, his hand sliding against your thigh and moving up along your side, wondering if he’s gonna be able to let you finish ‘till the end.

When there are only stockings left on your body and as Jimin can’t handle the distance between your two burning bodies no more, he pulls you against him and lets you climb on his lap, moaning when you deliberately rub your bare pussy against his hardness.

“Such a naughty princess…”

Jungkook

Lollipop Porn - Crazy Town

It’s 2pm and Jungkook is sitting on his bed, wobbling slightly from left to right while he can’t help but smile like an idiot. He’s pretty drunk but not enough to be unaware of what’s happening. You asked him to wait here without moving & your babyboy always does as you wish. He puts a random playlist on and hums the lyrics, his eyes wandering through the room as he can’t think about anything else but what’s taking you so long.

When you come back and open the door with a mischievous smile, Jungkook lets out a cute (and stupid) giggle. You’re almost naked and it makes him blush so bad (even if he saw you naked a billion times, he still can’t handle it). You walk towards him, still drunk from your night out but so confident (and horny af) nothing can stop you. Jungkook looks at you from head to toe, obviously very fond of this type of lingerie.

You get closer and straddle his thigh, rolling your hips and thighs exactly the way he loves. Jungkook looks up at you, biting his lip hard, another adorable little chuckle escaping from his parted lips, his eyes shining like thousand stars. You undo the black straps below your boobs and begins to lower your straps while getting on his lap. You already feel his erection tightening his black pants and bite your lip, increasing your hip movements to drive him a little crazier.

“F-Fuck…”

Jungkook rests his head against your neck, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds back his moans every time you press your heat on his. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, making him sigh when he feels your bare breasts against his thin t-shirt.

Suddenly, you turn and slide your thong along your butt, deliberately arching your back to make him drool. He can’t help but lean forward to bite your ass once you get rid of this useless piece of fabric, wanting to pass his hand between your thighs but knowing well he’s not allowed yet. He waits for you to turn around, moaning against your mouth as your hot dance starts to make him dizzy.

But when he feels his underwear getting wet in the front and can’t take it anymore, he shyly dares to whisper in your ear :

“Can I taste you ?”

The MBTI Types Trapped in an Elevator

ENFJ: Messing with the wiring in the circuit board, oh looks like they’ve electrocuted themselves again

ENTJ: Explaining to ISTP how everyone could totally be out of here in no time if everyone would just listen to them!

ENFP: Somehow managed to spider their way up the walls with their feet and hands pushed against either side of the elevator

ENTP: Trying to climb up the elevator cables like a clumsy baby monkey badass

ESFJ: Panicking and jumping up and down to try and make the elevator move

ESTJ: Created a makeshift rope out of everyone’s socks and is climbing down to the ground

ESFP: Cannot stop fidgeting and making little noises after being enclosed in such a small space

ESTP: Watching ENTP and ESTJ’s impressive yet surely doomed climbs with some popcorn and betting on who will fall first 10 bucks says it’s ENTP

ISFJ: Desperately clawing at the doors to try and pry them open 

ISTJ: Pushes ENFJ out of the way after smoke starts coming out of their ears, starts wiring properly

ISFP: Making funny faces in the elavator mirror

ISTP: Silently died in the corner 37 minutes ago 

INFJ: SCREAMING BECAUSE THEY JUST. CAN’T. TAKE. IT. ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!

INTJ: Is tying to read in the corner, shut up you guys

INFP: Frantically pushing all the elevator buttons as much as possible  

INTP: Is cutting the cables, wait WHAT? SOMEONE STOP THE-

Unfaithful (Bill Skarsgård)

Based upon: Waiting up for Bill but ending up passing out on the couch. He comes home early the next morning, only to find you asleep on the couch. He slept with another woman that night, and plans on breaking the news to you in the morning.

It had been a pleasant day; work went well, plans were made for Saturday night and she had arrived home an hour earlier than usual. She would have the house to herself for the night, due to Bill’s plans with Alexander, so she decided to order in some takeout and watch a film or two. She had made him promise to be home around midnight because they had to get up early the next morning to drive to his father’s place for the day.

It was two in the morning and he was not answering his cellphone. The sky was pitch black, lit only by the street lamps and passing cars of the people still awake, and it was pouring rain.

She leant against the wooden frame of the window at the back of their apartment which looked over the water, wearing only her white slip. Her eyes watched the rain pound against the window glass before her, the droplets hitting in rough, arrhythmic beats. The weather could not have represented the difference in how she felt between twelve and two o'clock better. She fell into the foreboding, depressing haze; waiting for the impending disaster to unravel.

She took a drag of her cigarette, then blew the wisps of smoke from her lips slowly. She had finally quit smoking just over a year ago, but the feeling of the roll-up between her lips and the smoke leisurely filling up the space around her was comforting. More than anything, it gave her something to do to keep her mind off of him.

For another half hour she leaned against the window and stared at the water below while mindlessly going through cigarettes. Once she finished one she would stub it out in Bill’s dark blue ashtray and fish another out from his stash, pick up his silver lighter, light another and return her position against the window frame. This kept her busy.

The rainfall never let up once, never slowed or never quickened it seemed, it only kept the same harsh pace. She watched as the raindrops hit the glass, stuck, then began to slip down the window slowly, only to be replaced again and again. She ran a finger down the glass, which was cool under her touch, and followed the rolling drops.

Again, her gaze fixated on the powerfully lapping waves in the water below. “Bill…” She whispered absent-mindedly, not aware she had even muttered a word.

She stubbed her last cigarette and sat down on their black leather sofa. It was clear that he was not coming home, but why, she did not know. It was too much for her to process anyways; she was tired, beginning to feel disoriented and utterly exhausted after a day in the office, so she let herself collapse against the plush, supple fabric. The second her eyes closed she fell into a deep slumber.


It was five in the morning.

Bill fit his key into the lock, turned the knob and pushed the door open slowly, as to not wake his girlfriend. The fact he could even consider her in his intoxicated state was a miracle to say the least.

He shut the door and tossed his silver keys onto the kitchen counter. He rubbed his fingers against his tried eyes and pushed his hair back; he was hammered. However, the sight of his girlfriend passed out on the living room couch sobered him up immediately.

She was sleeping on her side, head laying on the arm of the sofa and body curled into a fetal position. He knew then that she had tried to stay up for him, angry of course, but still waiting to see him. It felt like he had been stabbed in the heart; she had been waiting up for him while he was fucking some other woman.

As he stepped closer to her, footsteps light as not to wake her, he noticed the pile of smoked cigarettes in his ashtray. His thoughts drifted to how happy she was when she finally stopped, how she felt free to do whatever she pleased and gloated about how she was going to live a longer life than him. He looked at the cigarettes and felt riddled with guilt; it was all his fault.

Carefully, he pulled her unconscious body into his arms and lifted her up against his chest. He began to make his way to their bedroom.

“Baby?” She asked incoherently, barely awake.

“Sh, sleep.” He told her, entering their bedroom.

She sluggishly squirmed in his arms. “I tried waiting for you.” She said drowsily.

He gave her a sad smile. “I know, Baby.” He echoed, softly setting her down on top of their light grey sheets.

She fell back asleep as he pulled the sheets over her cold body, making her subconsciously snuggle into the newly provided warmth.

He stood and discarded his clothing onto the floor then slipped into bed beside her, turning his body to face her. His eyes went glassy and he knew he would not be able to sleep; this could be the last night he spent with her.


The faint rays of the morning sun woke her at nine o'clock.

Her eyes instantly snapped open and she turned to look at the other side of the bed; no Bill. Where had he gone? Was he not coming back?

“Shit!” He said angrily from the kitchen, having had spilled freshly brewed coffee on his hand.

She sat up and hurriedly pulled on some clothes for the day, knowing that they were going to be late to Stellan’s. After dressing in black slacks and a white button up blouse, she rushed into the kitchen, pulling on her high heels as she did so.

“We’re already late. Are you ready to leave soon?” She asked, more worried about making a bad impression on his father than what happened the previous night.

When he didn’t respond she looked up and saw his uncomfortable posture.

“Bill?” She pressed.

He ran his fingers through his light brown locks and bit his lip; this was the end.

“I fucked up.”

She shook her head. “Bill, it’s fine. Look, I would have preferred you coming home when you said you would or at least giving me a call, but it’s alright.” She explained.

Nothing she said improved his expression, he still looked downtrodden.

“Bill, don’t worry. Let’s just go to your dad’s place, okay?” She pleaded lightly.

He set down his coffee mug, gripped the counter with both hands and took a deep breath. “I slept with someone.” He revealed.

She was not ready for that.

“You what?” She asked, voice venomous.

His green eyes went glassy, knowing that she would never forgive him. It was the biggest mistake of his life, he regretted it more than anything.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he could muster.

Instantly, tears slipped from her eyes, running down her cheeks.

He expected her to yell at him, tell him how horrible he was and how she could never do what he did. He was most afraid to hear her say that she hated him.

Her reply was anything but expected.

“Why?” Her face relaxed and the word came out simply.

He held the counter tighter, “I… I don’t know.”

“You’re telling me you slept with another woman… just because?” She wondered sarcastically.

“No.”

“Then we return to my original question. Why?” She repeated, eyes growing darker with hatred.

His body, always held high, looked stiff and awkward as he stood before her. She had never seen him look less pulled together.

“I…” He went silent. “I-” He stuttered.

She strode past him, grabbing her keys from the counter and headed to the front door.

“Babe!” He called, following her down the hallway.

She did not turn to face him, she simply unlocked the door and pulled it open.

“We’re done. You better be out of here before I come back.” She spat, looking over her shoulder.

The look she gave him was unlike anything he had seen before, she had loved him and he had loved her.

“Bill!” She squealed, a smile forming on her lips.

He had pressed her back against the wall the second she shut her apartment door behind them.

She flung her keys to the counter, hearing a soft ‘cling’ as they hit the granite, and met his lips. His large hand ran through her hair, curving to fit her head.

Suddenly, he reached down and began to rid her of her wool jacket, moving on to rip off her blouse.

“There’s no need to rush.” She teased playfully, grinning up at him.

But there was.

He slipped the scarf off his neck and shrugged off his coat, letting it fall to the ground before recapturing her lips.

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” He breathed, his warm breath fanning her neck; just over where he had kissed her.

He picked her up by her thighs and she slung her arms around his neck, pulling herself even closer to him. His lips hardly left hers as he took her to her bedroom, only to place her on her bed.

She slid her pants down her legs while he lifted his t-shirt over his head. Leaning back on her elbows, she watched his fingers as he unbuckled his belt, tossed it on the floor and tugged off his pants.

“And now you’re all mine.” He said deeply, lining himself up with her entrance.

He kissed her as he pushed himself inside of her, eliciting a breathy moan from her throat.

“All yours.” She promised, chest rising and falling heavily while adjusting to him.

He took her smaller hands in his large ones and pushed them further up the bed, her arms straightening as he went.

Finally, he rolled his hips against hers, causing her to clutch his hands fiercely.

“All yours.” She repeated breathlessly.

He looked down at his now girlfriend, mesmerized by how beautiful she was. He watched as she writhed with pleasure underneath him, feeling completely and wholeheartedly in love.

He needed nothing else.

It broke his heart.

After she left, Bill stood in the hallway for ten minutes, staring at the door. He could not comprehend how his world was destroyed in just a few minutes.

He wished he had never fucked the woman at the club.