look how nice this bathroom is

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.

my entire life i was told that boys are violent but girls are worse because we’re “catty.” i was told that a catty girl was my enemy, that they used whip tongues in place of fists to start things i couldn’t erase of out my skin. i saw this cattiness wherever i was told it would live. it was in pretty girls with nice lipstick and it was in the girls who studied too much to ever come to the parties and it was in my own group of friends. when i came home crying about something, i was often reminded that girls are catty bitches and if we were boys we’d just punch each other and be done with it. 

but it was boys who first started making fun of how i looked, of what mess my face was like, of the fat on my thighs. and it was girls who showed me how to apply makeup, patiently waiting with me in the bathroom mirror to show how not to cry while i applied it to the waterline. they agreed to go on diets with me even when they hated salad. they agreed to scoop buckets of ice cream into our bellies at midnight when i was upset about something minor.

it was boys who were snippy about my grades, it was a man who first said that because i was a girl i was bad at math and i’d stay that way. it was boys who started making fun of the one time i got a 34 on a math test when my mother had been in the hospital the night before. it was girls who held my hand during this, who stayed with me through hours of library studies, who explained over and over in gel pens and pretty handwriting exactly what i was missing. it was girls who taught me to color-code and to highlight and how to stay up all night, it was girls who cheered with me when i got nothing lower than a B. 

it was a boy who taught my friend that she could talk down to me like i was trash. it was a boy who started drama between us. it was a boy who wouldn’t listen or talk it out or find a solution. he’d say angry hurtful things and expect us to listen. it was girls who fixed me after this. they taught me how to make good and positive friends. how to stay away from the girls who really are toxic ones. how to be proud of others and not competitive. how to give genuine compliments, how to accept them, how to be comfortable with who i am and what has happened.

i was told all my life that there was a “type” of girl to avoid. she was probably wearing ugg boots and shorts or drinking a latte or picking out lush products or doing literally anything that girls like to do for themselves, she was catty. girls are catty. when they fight, it’s a catfight. (we were many animals besides this. vixen. pig. fox. bitch. cow. mother hen. whale. but always, for some reason: feline and both sex kitten and dangerous weapon).

girls, i find, are defensive. we wear our hands up, waiting for the hit. girls who are sick of getting hit get “bitchy.” they are fierce, they take what they want, they’ll mess you up for saying the wrong thing about their friend. and girls, who are unwilling to simply take insults without lashing back with something: they’re catty. and when boys bully others and spread nasty gossip and start drama: well, they’re just boys. they’ll fight it out, or something. 

how much i regret believing that girls weren’t my safety net. how many friends i was scared to make because i was intimated by them. so many loving people. out of fear of what? of a tongue someone else has tattooed on them? 

Period Struggles Compilation For No Particular Reason

giant blood diaper

the bathroom stinks to hell for a week

sneezing

coughing

laughing

yet somehow crying my eyes out doesn’t cause debilitating pain

speaking of - CRAMPS

ALL OF THE CRAMPS

SERIOUSLY IT FEELS LIKE THAT METAL HEAD-THINGY THAT GIRL WORE IN THE FIRST SAW MOVIE IS AROUND MY HIPS

googling ways to relieve cramps and seeing pictures of women all folded up like human pretzels like what human being can actually do that with a pad on wtf

saying “fuck” every three minutes 

it’s 3 in the morning and I’m standing here in my underwear washing blood out of my pajamas literally fuck everything 

wtf these aren’t my usual pads what’s this bullshit why do these even exist

then when I get my period in a hotel and they give me cheap, crappy pads with no goddamn wings what the fuck kind of customer service is this

*drops something* *tries to pick it up without bending over*

*in the shower* is that dust or blood clots

oh hey look there’s blood on the floor again

*wakes up in a panic* IS THERE BLOOD ON MY SHEETS

oh good there’s nothing

*wakes up again two minutes later* BUT IS THERE BL—

*lies awake in bed all night convinced I’ve got a leak*

*one time, just one time, has a peaceful night’s sleep* *wakes up with a leak*

that weird feeling like you’re being stabbed in the vagina by tiny people with tiny swords

that other weird feeling like a zombie bit you inside your uterus and now it’s slowly rotting from the inside out

no I’m not exaggerating that’s exactly what it feels like

crying for no reason

did i mention giant blood diaper

because it’s literally a giant blood diaper

maxi pads. fucking maxi pads. 

hey if i jump out that window will i die 

lying in bed, curled into a tight ball, praying for the sweet embrace of death

pink painkillers 

all of the hot water bottles 

but let’s be real that shit doesn’t work 

neither do the painkillers tbh 

so then I come home and collapse onto my bed and suddenly my dog is there sniffing my butt like seriously as if this wasn’t embarrassing enough already

“alright class today we’ll warm up by running around the field” *screams* 

every time you sit out during the swimming unit in pe and the pe teachers side-eye you the whole time

plus all the girl’s periods synch up so like half the class is sitting on the bleachers dying on the inside and the pe teachers think it’s all a big conspiracy 

“you know they have invented solutions for this exact problem”

^no lie, my science teacher told us this last month. everyone just stared at him in silence until he changed the topic. 

can I get a sick note for my period?

when you have to change in the middle of class and you try to discreetly take your bag with you and everyone looks up

“hey can you check if there’s blood on my pants” 

“if you hate pads so much why don’t you try a tampon” oh yes sure let me just shove a tiny cotton stick up my vagina that sounds pleasant

when you complain about your period to the squad and suddenly half of the boys have disappeared off the face of the earth 

*displays slightest hint of irritation after being provoked for a prolonged period of time*  “geez someone’s on their period”

“looks like someone bought the wrong tampon brand lol”

no

no don’t make jokes about that

that shit is the worst

To quote iiSuperwomanii: “My shedding uterus has standards.” 

trying to open your pad as quietly as possible but you know the other girls in the school bathroom can hear

then you come out of the stall and make eye contact in the mirror and tHeY KnOw

AND HOW THE FUCK

DOES MY PERIOD SOMEHOW ALWAYS KNOW

WHEN TO COME AT THE EXACT MOST INCONVENIENT TIME?? 

oh it’s your birthday? here’s a fun present!

oh it’s christmas? guess who’s not going sledding 

oh you’re being sent on a six-hour hike on your school trip in a mountain with no bathrooms? this seems like a good time for satan’s waterfall 

oh you were looking forward to a nice, relaxed half-term break? lol bitch not anymore

*cries internally*

*cries externally*

*cries eternally*


I hope this has been educational 

The Pilgrim (Part 1)

This is the first half of a Zimbits soulmate AU, where you can feel the pull of your soulmate like a compass. This is a first draft, so no corrections have been made so far. I just wanted to throw it out there. There will be a second and final part to this- and I’ll do my best to write it soon. 




Dear Mama and Coach,

I’m sorry to leave with only a note, but this is something I have to do. I left for my pilgrimage. I know I’m way too young, but I couldn’t wait. … I think my soulmate is dying. I felt the pull stop for a full minute. It never happened before. I can’t wait another four years before seeking them! I hope you understand.

Also, I didn’t tell y’all because… I think my soulmate may be a man.

I hope you’re not too mad at me. I’ll call.

I love you both,

– Dicky


North. The pull had always pointed North. Sometimes, when Eric changed cities, he tried to triangulate the feel, but there was never enough difference in what he felt to pinpoint a precise location on a map. His soulmate could be in any of the states above Georgia, or- well, they could live further North. He wondered what would be worse for his parents, that his soulmate was a man, or that he was a Yankee.

He’d stressed about it for years but, now that he was stuck on a bus for who knew how long, he couldn’t stop worrying. He fidgeted with the cheap pilgrimage kit he’d bought at Atlanta. A map of the United States, a plastic ruler, a tiny pencil and a miserable looking compass that didn’t seem to point in the same direction if he shook it a bit. It was all he could afford, since the bus ticket from Madison to Atlanta, then Atlanta to… wherever, took most of his “borrowed” money.

That was another thing. His parents would be so mad when they noticed he took from his savings account. That money was supposed to go to his skating class- or more recently, his hockey equipment.

Maybe he could have asked. Maybe they’d understood, and offered more, and Coach would have lent him his own brass compass, the one inherited from his own father, the one he used to follow the pull until he found his own soulmate. Maybe his mother would have kissed him on the forehead and maybe she’d have offered to ride with him wherever the pull led him- North, North, always North…

But maybe not.

It wasn’t something Eric wanted to risk. The steadiness of the pull had stopped, for just a minute, maybe more, but that was enough to change Eric’s own life. He had someone, somewhere, whose soul was compatible with his- who was maybe a lover, a friend- and that someone’s life had blinked.

He held back his nervous tears, fidgeted with the compass once more.

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the signs as ppl i saw at the airport at 4 am
  • Aries: the pilot that had a bottle of pepsi and a bottle of coke in his hands and looked at both for a long while before buying them both, mixing them into the same cup, and downing the whole cup in one swing.
  • Taurus: the old guy who accidentally threw his phone in the trash and got his two year old granddaughter to dig it out of the trash
  • Gemini: the guy across the waiting area from me that bought a whole bag of black licorice and poured it in his mouth
  • Cancer: the lady that has spider earrings in February
  • Leo: the obvious just-married couple that started making out aggressively in starbucks
  • Virgo: the guy trimming his nose hairs in the bathroom
  • Libra: the guy whose flight got delayed by and hour and he just kinda. collapsed into a chair and he looked like he was about to sob.
  • Scorpio: the very nice lady that asked me how old i was and how highschool was and offered me a cookie from her purse. it was stale and had a bite taken out of it.
  • Sagittarius: this 5 year old girl that was wearing five jackets while her parents wore shorts
  • Capricorn: that guy in gate 69 who would dab every time someone said "69" over the intercom
  • Aquarius: this girl talking on the phone to her husband and trying to explain how to make a perfect eyeliner wing
  • Pisces: the guy who obviously lost his luggage and was wearing a too-small powderpuff girl shirt and bags under his eyes.

la-belle-et-la-bete  asked:

are you still doing fic outlines, if so: All But The Kitchen Sink, Viktuuri

Oh my god. Yuri on Ice: HGTV AU.

- “I’m a figure skater,” Victor says.

“I’m… also a figure skater?” Yuuri says.

“And our budget is 2 million!”

- (”Wait,” Yuuri says. “Really?”

Victor rubs Yuuri’s arm. “Our last ice show did very well.”)

- Neither of them are helpful.

-The least bit helpful.

- “Anywhere I can be with Yuuri is home,” Victor keeps sighing.

“Okay but how many bathrooms,” the hosts keep replying.

- Victor honestly believes that, but also he’ll casually drop statements like “we’re really in the market for eight bedrooms minimum” or “if you can’t fit a California king inside it is it really a walk-in closet.”

- (He’s trolling, mostly, but he does want to make sure they have enough bedrooms for their eventual hockey team of children.)

- For the first several houses, Yuuri’s response to everything is to wring his hands and say “It looks nice.” Finally, after all-out begging from the producers, Yuuri gives actual opinions and it turns out they are BLISTERINGLY SAVAGE.

- The camera crew stalks him from that moment on, zooming in on his beautiful thoughtful face, waiting for him to quietly eviscerate another McMansion.

- They are the first couple in the history of the show who do not want a double vanity. “Why?” ask the hosts. There’s a smash-cut to these clingy octopus monsters brushing their teeth while wrapped around each other.

- Victor pretends to be torn about their eventual house. He knows how reality TV works. He pretends the lack of apron sink in the kitchen is going to be a dealbreaker.

- And then their faces upon entering the master suite and seeing the hot tub become an extremely popular reaction gif.

- “I need it,” Yuuri hisses. Victor cries a little.

A love of ice and thunder

Pairing: Loki x Thor x Reader.

Warnings: Smut and LOTS of it; a bit of drama too. There’s a lot of everything going on here so you might pick your blanket because this is also long af.

Summary: When Jane leaves Thor, in your heart you know he should stay with you, but as time goes by, his brother realizes that there is more to it.

A/N: I need Jesus, and when you finish reading this, you’re gonna need him too. My characters know they need Jesus, so that should tell you something. Feedback? It won’t hurt!


You poured some shampoo on your hand and gently started to massage your scalp with it. “So,” you started feeling the soft foam form in your hair, “I got a call from your brother yesterday,” you let the warm water run down your soapy self as you awaited for your boyfriend’s answer.

“Really? Thor knows how to make a phone call?” Loki snickered from the toilet seat. “Well, that is quite the surprise,” he shook his head.

“The thing is that he broke up with Jane just a few days ago and even though it wasn’t a lot, she’s given him some time to move out,” you casually said trying to elicit some kind of reaction from his uninterested being. “He’s really bummed, y’know?”

“I bet,” Loki pondered, “I’d be utterly destroyed if you dumped my ass,” he conceded, “but why are we talking about him anyway?”

“Well, I’ve been doing some thinking about it and… I wanted to ask you if he could stay here for a while,” you stuck your head from the end of the curtain and looked at him innocently. “I kinda owe him that…” you bit your bottom lip.

“How so?” He ran his fingers through his ebony hair.

“When SHIELD first sent me to the States I ended my renting contract with my landlord and I moved there, and when the agency died after the whole Winter Soldier thing I realized I had no home to go back to; Jane was still there and when your brother came to earth he stayed with her, so he asked Jane if I could live with them until I got my own place…” you sheepishly said as you rinsed the shampoo from your head. “I stayed there with them for like 4 months, so maybe he could stay here for that same time too, if you don’t mind,” you broke it down. “Can you pass me the towel, please?” You reached out your arm and he handed the soft cloth.

“What about our life?” He asked in a concerned voice. “I mean let’s face it, love; we are not the quietest ones and Thor isn’t either; he snores like a chainsaw,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but we’ll have to be a bit more quiet and just… hold on?” You drew back the curtain and got out with Loki’s help. “Let me return him the favor, it’ll be for just a little, okay?” You looked at him with puppy eyes, it always worked with him. “Can we?”

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he shook his head and unmade the towel, making it fall onto the humid tiles. “I might consider it,” he effortlessly lifted you in his arms, making you wrap your legs around his waist, “but only if you bribe me,” he mischievously smiled and headed for the room.

And just a few days after that, Thor was setting up this few belongings in the spare room of your apartment. He was really embarrassed for having to ask you that. He knew he was invading your privacy and your couple life with Loki, but he really didn’t have much choice or friends in the United Kingdom.

“It’s okay, big guy,” you placed a hand on his shoulder when he sat on the bed in defeat. “I know it hurts and all, but… you’ll be fine eventually, give it some time and you’ll see how things turn alright,” you shrugged lightly, “besides you’re living with us now, we’re gonna have fun!” You smiled widely and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He rested his head on your chest and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Now come, and we’ll ask for something to eat for dinner,” you said.

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MC does successful suicide prank (Trigger Warning)

Geez, this is dark. You okay, Nonny? Sorry it took so long to do this request. I wasn’t feeling it and I didn’t want to half ass this. It was also very hard to think of this many ways to suicide… prank. So I made some accidental pranks. Maybe I overthought it. Anyways TRIGGA WARNING YALL.

I didn’t do the minor trio cause these were hard. But I did do Vanderwood cause I was able to think of something short and fun.

Yoosung

  • “MC, please, I need to study.”
  • Yoosung had ignored you so much the whole weekend.
  • The ONLY time you two had free time this whole month.
  • But what could you do, he was studying to get his Ph.D.
  • After dealing with this all day, you took some pills to soothe your head.
  • You left the bottle on the coffee table and took a nap on the couch.
  • You woke up to Yoosung shaking you, “MC, please wake up!”
  • You sat up and your gaze met Yoosung’s tears.
  • “I-I’m taking you to the ER, right now.”
  • He pulled you up from the couch.
  • “What? Why?”
  • His eyes darted over to the bottle of pills on the floor.
  • “Oh, I spilled the bottle!”
  • “Wait. You didn’t?”
  • “Didn’t what?”
  • In that moment, Yoosung’s knees buckled and he knelt on the floor.
  • “Yoosung, what’s wrong??”
  • He couldn’t even talk between his hiccups and cries.
  • After putting two and two together, you realized Yoosung thought you had overdosed.
  • “You thought I had…?”
  • You didn’t even need to finish that question cause all he could do was nod and sob.
  • You pulled him in for a kiss and serenaded him with loving words.
  • “I could never. I’m so happy with you. I love you.”
  • Yoosung didn’t leave your side that whole night.
  • He rather spend time with you right now than anything else.

Zen

  • “I’m not so sure, Mr. Director.”
  • “MC, it’s a little white lie! It’ll be the big money shot.”
  • “But isn’t this a bit much?”
  • “Look, it’s been weeks and he’s still having trouble emoting everything we need him too. We’re wasting so much time and resources on this.”
  • “I know, but I don’t want to scare him. We don’t even know how he’s going to react!”
  • Before you could get a response, the director spoke into his walkie talkie, “Zen is here, action.”
  • You looked over to Zen, who spotted you and waved at you.
  • You looked back up to the director who winked at you and said, “Break a leg!” And with that, he pushed you off the scaffolding.
  • “BABE?!”
  • You fell right up until 3 feet above the ground. The only support you had, a rope around your neck.
  • “MC! NO NO NO!”
  • He ran over to you and tried to push you back up. “HELP! SOMEONE, CUT THE WIRE!”
  • Stagehands rushed over and cut the wire around your neck.
  • Zen pulled you towards him and sat you down.
  • “WHAT WAS THAT?!”
  • “Zen,  I-.”
  • “No! Shut up! Do you know what you were trying to do! Do you know just how I would have felt if you succeeded?! A-are you not happy with me? I-I-I… What would I do without you?”
  • Zen collapsed to his knees in front of you. “What would even make you want to do this? Aren’t you happy with me? Did I do something wrong? I love you so much, my whole world almost ended with you.”
  • He reached his hand up to wipe the tears now on your cheek.
  • He pulled you into a hug, and you felt his chest heaving.
  • “CUT!” The director came out of his hiding spot.
  • “What?” Zen pulled back looking at the cameras around him.
  • “We did it! We finally have the shot!”
  • “What???” He turned back to you.
  • You unbuttoned your top to show a harness around your body, which is where the wire was really strung to.
  • “Zen, I- You were- I wasn’t on board with-”
  • “I told MC how you were having trouble portraying the right emotions and I thought it would be nice to do this stunt to help you along.”
  • Zen was angry, upset, crying, scared, but mostly relieved.
  • He took your hand and pulled you into his dressing room ignoring everyone else.
  • You spent the whole time apologizing, and Zen just held you lecturing in your ear and every now and then telling you how much he loved you.

Jaehee

  • You didn’t mean to prank Jaehee, it just came naturally.
  • You were in the tub trying out new bathbombs.
  • This one in particular had a nice red color with a sweet rose smell.
  • As the ball dissolved it left the water a deep red color.
  • “Looks like I am washing off someone’s blood. Kinda like my blood.”
  • As you dozed off, staring at the water you heard Jaehee come in.
  • Now’s good as time as any to play dead, right?
  • Nope.
  • Jaehee knocked on the bathroom door but since you gave no response, she opened it to make sure you were alright.
  • In a matter of seconds she was shaking your shoulders and yelling, “MC? Wake up! Can you hear me? MC!!!”
  • “Oh my god,” She turned around and grabbed her phone
  • But then she turned back to you who was now awake and you smiling.
  • “Gotchu!”
  • Your smile faded as you saw that her face was pale, eyes widened.
  • “Hey, Jaehee, it was a joke.”
  • No response from her.
  • All you feel is guilt now and all you think is, “Wow, dumb joke, me.”
  • “It’s okay, J–”
  • She cut you off and just screams at you, her grip tightening on your arms.
  • “It’s not okay!!! Do you know how scared I was?! Why would you even joke about this?!”
  • “Jaehee, your hands are hurting me.”
  • She realized how much of his composure she lost and let go.
  • “Please, don’t ever joke about this again. Never again.”
  • Tears forming in her eyes.
  • “Never. I promise.”
  • All you could do to reassure her was pull her into a hug.
  • You spent the rest of the night holding her, and telling her how happy you are to be with her.

Jumin

  • You were having a crappy day.
  • The cake topper would be spilling red wine over all over your blouse.
  • You didn’t even have the energy to clean up.
  • So you sat on the couch for a minute before proceeding with your day.
  • Only, you fell asleep.
  • It wasn’t long before you jolt awake from the sound of glass shattering.
  • Your eyes follow the sound to Jumin who was standing by the door.
  • He dropped his bags, but that wasn’t the issue.
  • His eyes were fixed on you, fear instilled in them.
  • “J-jumin?”
  • He finally let his breath go as he stumbled to you.
  • “MC, what would I have done if I had lost you?”
  • “Wh-what?”
  • He pulled you into the tightest hug.
  • “If this is a joke, I don’t understand it.”
  • You rubbed his back, clearly not understanding what he meant.
  • After a moment, he pulled back to ask, “Why are you even wearing that?”
  • You looked down and realized the wine formed what resembled a blood stain on your chest.
  • “Oh, oh!!!  It-I-I’m sorry! I meant to change and fell asleep!”
  • Jumin sighed before he started to unbutton your blouse.
  • “J-jumin?!?”
  • “I’m getting you cleaned up.”
  • You blushed after realized what you thought was wrong.
  • “But of course, that’s after I make you remember how much I would miss you if you did leave one day.”

Saeyoung

  • Saeyoung and you had driven to the top of a mountain.
  • You were both waiting for the sunset.
  • You peered the edge of a cliff to see how steep of a drop it was.
  • Finally you turned to Saeyoung and calmly asked, “Do you still love me?”
  • He looked at you a little confused but answered, “Yes.”
  • “How much?”
  • “Hum… This much!” He held his hands only a foot apart from each other.
  • “ONLY THAT MUCH?!”
  • He laughed right before telling you, “This much more than possible.”
  • Instead of hitting him like you would usually do, you smiled at him and whispered, “I love you too. And I’m so sorry…”
  • “Sorry for what?”
  • “This.” With that, you stepped over the edge.
  • “NO! MC!” He ran over to you faster than he ever moved.
  • He wasn’t even thinking and threw himself off the ledge after you
  • He was shocked that he landed two yards below the ledge… right in front of you
  • “SORRY FOR REVENGE!”
  • You finally got payback for the mean prank he pulled a while back.
  • You stuck out your tongue practically joyed that he believed it.
  • But you felt a drop of water on your face. Rain?
  • No… Saeyoung was crying.
  • You Fucked Up.
  • “W-wait. It was a joke! S-Saeyoung!?”
  • He pulled you into the tightest hug ever.
  • “Saeyoung?”
  • His entire body was trembling against you.
  • Just his silence alone was enough to make you regret everything.
  • “Saeyoung? I’m sorry. I wasn’t.. I didn’t think it through..”
  • “I love you so much so don’t ever take that away. Please, MC. Please…”
  • You hugged him back and only told him, “I’ll never take that from you.”
  • Now you two just had the new issue of getting back on top of the cliff.

Vanderwood

  • Vanderwood walks into the room to find you face down in a pool of blood.
  • “MC, get up. I don’t have time for your jokes. Luciel is already a handful.”
  • He walks away.
  • You sit up.
  • Drat, Maybe next time.
  • “And clean up the mess.”
You’re An Idiot || Steve Rogers

Relationship: AU!Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Being in love with your best friend, Steve, isn’t easy. Doing favours for him isn’t easy either. But seeing him with another woman is the hardest. 

Warnings: It gets a little angsty, but then there’s fluff, and also like four swear words.

Word Count: 2094 words

A/N: holy shit i loved writing this so mcuh agh steve is a sweet, stupid boy


“[Y/N], please. I’m begging you,” he pleaded in a hushed voice over the phone sounding desperate. 

“You’re ridiculous for trying this,” you told him flatly as you held your phone between your ear and shoulder while focusing your attention to the array of shirts in front of you. 

“Remember the time I pretended to be your boyfriend to get rid of your ex,” he spoke only to be met with silence on your end, “you owe me,” he reminded as you groaned and stopped your foot like a child, “fine, but just this once,” you told him sternly as you bid a silent farewell to the clothing. 

“Yes! Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he repeated over and over before hushing himself leaving you to assume he didn’t want to be heard, “I’ll be there in ten,” you told him and hung up your phone. 

You had been friends with Steve since university and although you two were long graduated by now, you still saw each other almost everyday. To say you had a crush on Steve was an understatement, you were in love with the man. 

So when he called you asking to come over and pretend to be his wife to get the hookup out of his place you had your reservations. For starters, you were going to see the beautiful girl he had shagged up in the first place and you weren’t sure if you could handle that. 

But Steve always came to your rescue whenever you called, without putting up a fight about it. Whether it was to help you out in your love life or your personal life, he was there in minutes. 

As you walked up to his door you quickly took a deep breath, pulled out the key he had given you, and mustered up your best fake smile before unlocking the door and walking in. 

“Stevie, babe, where are you?” You cooed as you walked through the threshold of the door, yelling far louder than you needed to, but you had to make sure he knew you were here, “Steve,” you said once more, rolling your eyes as you made your way towards his closed bedroom door. 

“Steve I brought - who is this?” You yelled trying to sound surprised as you opened the door to reveal a shirtless Steve and an equally shirtless counterpart on the bed, luckily they were inches apart. 

“Baby!” Steve jumped out of the bed to get dressed, “I said, who is this,” you repeated your question again taking the liberty of pointing to the very gorgeous girl in the bed. 

She had long brown hair and piercing brown eyes that made you self conscious of your own appearance even though you were the fully dressed one. 

“Who am I? Who are you?” The girl accused as you gave Steve a disbelieved look, “I’m his wife,” you dropped the bomb as you pointed to your left ring finger, a wedding band looking ring adorned it. It was just a ring you’d wear everyday but you decided to go the extra mile. 

Steve looked absolutely amused at the back and forth between you and the girl so much so that he stopped getting dressed to watch, “oh my God, I’m so sorry,” the girl apologised as she looked at Steve, “I can’t believe you didn’t mention your wife,” she spat as he just shrugged his shoulders. 

“She was pretty,” you commented as Steve shut the door behind the girl relieved she was finally gone, “she would not leave,” he said with a sigh of relief and made his way over to you, “thank you, by the way,” he said with a smile as he pulled you into a hug which you gave into, loving the way he smelled and felt. 

“And the ring,” he pulled away to look you in the eyes, “nice touch, doll,” he chuckled as you removed the ring and returned it to its original finger, “I tried,” you joked as he joined you. 

“Wanna grab some lunch?” He asked as he paced his kitchen finding nothing, “I could eat, yeah,” you said picking up your purse, “your treat though,” you joked pointing a finger at him, “of course, doll,” he said giving you a kiss on the cheek before opening the door for you. 


You still felt butterflied every time Steve called you ‘doll’ or kissed your cheek or lead you by placing his hand on the small of your back. It all made you blush and feel like a school girl all over again. 

Steve had asked if you wanted to grab some dinner and then catch a late movie since it was your Friday tradition. Twice a month, every month. 

You looked at the time seeing how you were going to be a little late getting to Steve’s and decided to let him know. You quickly dialled his number and waited for him to pickup. That’s strange, you thought as it went to voicemail. He always picks up. Nonetheless you decided to leave a message anyways, “hey Stevie, it’s me, I’m running a little late I’ll be at your place in fifteen minutes,” you said and hung up before picking up your pace. 

You were true to your word because fifteen minutes later you were standing outside his front door knocking on the wood. You stood there playing with your hands for a few minutes, but Steve never answered the door, “Steve?” You knocked again. No answer. You assumed he was just in the shower since you’d given him some extra time so you let yourself in with the key. 

What you weren’t ready for was the sight of him on the couch as a the same pretty little brunette sat atop of him, his face on hers. Something in your snapped and you hadn’t realised you dropped your keys until they made a sound on the hardwood floor startling both him and the girl. 

“[Y/N],” he whispered your name, pushing the girl off of his body and standing up to walk over to you, “I-I-I’ll get out of your hair,” you said, your voice quivering and slightly above a whisper. 

You could hear Steve calling your name but you forced your legs to keep carrying you until you finally lost the sound of his voice allowing a few tears to slip free. 


You didn’t know how long you had been crying, but the sun had now come up and you had only been falling in and out of sleep the rest of the night. 

You didn’t even know why that moment exactly made you crack and let everything just spill. Maybe it was because although you had always known that Steve hooks up, you never had to actually witness him doing anything like that. 

You sighed into your pillow and slowly got up to go to the bathroom to take the longest shower of your life. You didn’t even dare looking in the mirror because you had a pretty good idea of what it would look like. Red, puffy eyes, a red nose, and of course, all your makeup running and smudged along your face. You were okay with not knowing. 

The cool water felt nice against your hot body and you tried to scrub the image of Steve and her out of your mind you couldn’t no matter how hard you tried. You wanted to scream at yourself for being so stupid, for storming out, for letting it affect you this much. 

Once you had finished your shower you headed back to your room to check your phone, but you found it dead at the bottom of your purse so you plugged it back in and let it recharge. 

You got dressed in a pair of your favourite sweats and a loose tee shirt and hopped onto your bed again to check your phone. 

Unsurprisingly you had a bunch of missed calls and texts from Steve. You groaned knowing you’d have to face him soon to explain your behaviour so you decided to check your voicemail. 

Hey, it’s uh, me, Steve. I’m just calling to check on you and apologise for uh, well you know. Call me back as soon as you can please, doll. 

You dryly laughed at him calling you doll and shook your head. You didn’t wanna hear any of the other messages so you just left your phone to charge while you distracted yourself with a movie. 


“How could you be so stupid?!” Bucky yelled at Steve who was pacing his apartment in a frenzy, “I know Buck, I know,” Steve groaned as he fell onto the couch with his head in his hands. 

“Weren’t you supposed to, I don’t know, tell her that you love her last night,” Bucky said rhetorically as his best friend sat in agony, “what was she even doing here?” He asked referring to the brunette Bucky hadn’t cared enough to get the name of. 

“I don’t know, she came in saying how we should have a round two and she just kept cornering me until we were on the couch and started kissing me,” he said groaning at the thought again, “I’m such an idiot,” Steve muttered, “yes you are,” Bucky agreed as he took a seat next to his mourning friend. 

“You’re an idiot,” Bucky repeated as Steve shot him a glare, “but this is still a salvageable situation,” he assured as Steve perked up, “she won’t even text me back,” he told Bucky defeated, “that’s why you go over to her place, dumbass,” Bucky encouraged by dragging Steve to his feet, “go,” he urged again, “now,” he finally said before Steve finally got the message and bolted out of his door. 


You ignored the first knock, and the second, and the third. By the sixth knock you were irritated, annoyed, and angry that you had to leave your comfortable bed. 

You knew who was at the door and you knew he wouldn’t leave until you opened the door, “stop knocking already,” you groaned as you opened the door to find a very disheveled Steve. 

He took one step into your apartment as enveloped you in a giant hug holding you tightly, “I’m so sorry,” he whispered in your hair. 

You pushed him away to get a good look at him, “it’s okay, we can just move movie night to another Friday,” you shrugged nonchalantly trying to play off as calm and collected. 

“No,” he softly said before taking another step towards you, “I’m sorry about her. About all the girls. It was selfish of me,” he said looking into your eyes trying to read your expression. 

You shrugged, “you shouldn’t be apologising, it’s your life after all,” you said averting your eyes to the floor. 

The two of you stood in silence for a little while before Steve spoke up again, “I think I’m in love with you,” he mumbled almost too quietly for you to hear, but you did hear him. 

Your head shot up to meet his eyes, there was nothing cynical in his eyes, his statement showing true through his eyes, “I’m falling in love with,” he repeated once more with more confidence, “all those girls were just a lame attempt at distracting me from you,” he chuckled dryly at his own stupidity, “Bucky’s right, I am an idiot,” he said more so to himself than you. 

He was about to turn and leave but you caught wrist just in time making him spin and look at you one more time, “Bucky is right, you are an idiot,” you said, a tinge of humour in your eyes and voice, “but I’m glad you said that,” you confessed as a smile made its way onto Steve’s face, “why’s that?” He asked, a teasing tone in his voice. 

“This is why,” you whispered as you locked your arms around his neck and pulled him down onto your lips. His hands flew do your waist as he circled them around you to pull you in closer. The kiss was messy and needy and not at all as romantic as you thought your first kiss with Steve would be like, but you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything else. 

“I’m so glad you had the guts to do that first,” he admitted shyly as you pulled away, foreheads resting against each others, “I was growing frustrated,” you joked as he placed a lingering kiss onto your lips. 

“Oh and Steve,” you spoke up, “I know I’m falling in love with you.” The rest of the night was history.  

Trans* Guide to (Socially) Navigating the Gym

This is a newcomer’s guide to the gym from a social perspective, focused on the trans* experience. This is not a workout program.

This guide draws upon my own FTM experiences, feel free to add your own experiences.

Disclaimer: I live in a diverse city and go to a left-leaning university. My circumstances could be drastically different from yours. Use your best judgement.

The Locker Room

  • Bring a friend (who you’re out to) along, they can affirm or stand up for your identity if anyone questions your presence.
  • Rarely is anyone looking at you while changing, especially in male locker rooms. Find a nice little corner and face the walls, or go to a stall to change. You’d be surprised at how many cis people do the same. I’ve changed tshirts in the locker room while wearing a binder tank after 4 months on T without any problems.
  • You can also try changing in a bathroom that has less traffic first, then walk to the gym. If the weather is cold, wear a hoodie or sweats on top, then take it off at the gym.
  • Avoid going at peak hours if you are uncomfortable, it is more likely that you’ll have to change in close proximity with others.
  • Avoid changing next to old people. They are very comfortable nude and will strike up conversations randomly.
  • I have never showered at the gym, but bring a towel to dry off my sweat, and deodorant to keep the scents fresh.
  • I find boxers to be easier than boxer briefs. If I’m wearing briefs, I either pack, or find a really good corner without people. Packing is personally uncomfortable after a especially hard session, due to shifting and sweating. Boxers sort of hide everything, and I feel comfortable standing in them for a bit to cool off.

The Gym (mostly the weight room)

  • You are NOT the only person who doesn’t know how every equipment works. You can:
    • Ask a staff for help
    • Watch YouTube before your workout. I sometimes pull up exercise videos during my workout to check how a machine works because I’m too introverted.
  • If you don’t like to talk to other people and want to avoid chit-chats:
    • Stare at the equipment as if you’re formulating your workout plan
    • Bring headphones.
  • If someone is at an equipment you want to use, you can ask them “how many sets do you have left”, which means how many more repeats of the exercise they will be doing. A common etiquette is to let you use the machine right after, if you’re hanging around. Be courteous and give the other person room to finish their workout.
  • Don’t walk between mirrors and the people training in front of it.
  • It’s ok to not like looking in your image in the mirror if it triggers dysphoria, but still try to make sure you are performing the exercises correctly by bringing a friend along to form check.

Remember:

  • You are not weak. Everyone starts somewhere. The huge guy in the corner? He was once a lanky teenager. It takes immense dedication and discipline to reach the level you see in the media.
Cure (intro)

Bucky Barnes x reader 

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut. 

Summary: Bucky comes back from a mission, not remembering who he is or who anyone else is. He doesn’t remember Steve, Natasha or the woman he loves. She does immediately catch his eye, though. He thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and he’s not afraid to say it in front of people he doesn’t know anyway. What does he have to lose? As far as he knows, he has nothing. On top of being somewhere he doesn’t remember ever being and being stared at by people who seem to know him, but he doesn’t know in return, he hears a voice in his own head. Because, of course, he must be insane. 

A/N: Here we are! The sequel series to Remedy :) I was gonna go somewhere else with this, but it kinda hit me out of nowhere and I thought this could be as sweet and cute as it could be heartbreaking and funny at the same time. Get ready for some awkward situations (and boners), people! 

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

There’s a woman standing in front of me. She looks sad, scared; but still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She says ‘Bucky’, and I can’t help but think that I’ve heard that before, but I don’t know what it means. I don’t know where I am, but I feel no threat, not from the man in the blue combat-suit next to me, not from the red head that’s next to him, holding his hand and looking equally sad as the woman before me. Not even from the man with the glasses and a doctor’s coat on my left. They all look at me as if they know me, and.. like me? They look nice enough, I guess. But I can’t help but stare at the woman standing only a feet away from me, tears in her eyes. She looks so sad.

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“Control”

Very smutty Shawn blurb with elements of Sub!Shawn

Requested by anon for a Fuck Buddy blurb. 

Em didn’t know if she’d been invited out of kindness—he was certainly the type—or out of a genuine desire for her to show up. If it was just a polite invite she was risking terribly embarrassing herself. If it was genuine then she was risking reading into it too much. Either way, it was a bad idea to go but she was already in the building, rolling her eyes at herself in the elevator.

Shawn had moved into his own place recently and was only in town very briefly but he wanted to throw a house-warming party as an excuse to see his friends more than to show off his new place that he hadn’t even fully furnished yet. When Em had received the invite via a mass e-mail she’d wondered if maybe he’d sent it to her as a mistake and had’t realized. Nevertheless, she couldn’t get herself to not take an opportunity to see him. It’d been too long.

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Not a Fan

Originally posted by tomshollandss

+ Tom Holland

author’s note: look how cute he looks !!

BASED OFF OF THE MOVIE “STARSTRUCK” [which is amazing tbh]

prompt: tom holland is on the red carpet for his Spiderman: Homecoming premiere & he notices one face in the crowd that stands out.




WE’RE GOING TO THE PREMIERE? Tonight? Really of all nights? You’re funny, I’m not going.” Your book is ripped from your hands as your younger sister proposes a new turn of events of the day.

“Yeah, not like you go out anyways. C’mon, it’ll be fun and Mom and Dad won’t let me go alone. Plus, I’ll buy you food afterwards.” Your sister, Vee, shrugs and smirks, looking through your closet absentmindedly while brewing up a plan to get out of the house with your parents’ approval.

“You just wanna hop on Spiderman’s dic-” Your monotone voice murmurs before she brings a hand to cover over your mouth.

“That is so not true!” She says in an exasperated tone and whispers the ‘not’ in her sentence, knowing you’re right.

It’s your turn to smirk and shrug before snatching your book back and plugging your headphones back into your ears to drown out her incessant rambling and yelling.

As you’re about to reach the last paragraph of your chapter and read the secret the main character has been keeping for three books, your book is replaced with your sister’s annoying face once more. Your music is interrupted as well by said pest and a devilish smile falls onto her lips.

“Right when I see him we can go. Go with me and I’ll stop talking about him! I won’t drag you to stalk him or watch his movies–unless you want me to–and I won’t even say his name in your presence! Please, Y/N, meeting Tom means the world to me!” Vee flashes you her puppy dog eyes, despite being eighteen, and that look like she’s about to cry.

“Nice try, kid, I’m not falling for that again.” You huff and return back to your book.




“And how long are we gonna be here for, Vee?” You groan and run a hand through your ironed curls, sighing at the sight of you in the bathroom mirror. 

You look good… too good just for one little night out of bitching at your sister and being socially active in a crowd of hormonal and teenage angst.

“You look really hot, Y/N, stop worrying. Hell, if you weren’t my sibling, I’d think you’re a celebrity. I’m not kidding, you like, legit, look hot as fuck.” Vee rolls her eyes and actually speaks genuinely as she adjusts her dress–mainly her boobs to expose more of her cleavage just ‘in hopes tom will pass by our area and see her in the crowd’.

“It’s only for an hour or two. The cast will be busy anyways doing interviews and stuff.” She waves you off before grabbing her clutch and walking out of the bathroom and back to the side of the red carpet.

“Thanks for saving our spots, T.” Vee grins to her friend and pushes aside a few fangirls dressed in Marvel merch. You apologize profusely before following behind your sister who has now grabbed your hand to pull you through the crowd and towards the second row of the crowd.

You watch as everyone around you screech and cheer for certain celebrities walking past on the red carpet. You yawn and cautiously try not to mess up your makeup. You stand here for an hour before you sigh.

“I’m getting a drink, Veronica,” You yell in your sister’s ear over the intensifying noise surrounding you. She nods before going back to her conversation with her friend.

You awkwardly shove partially drunk and overexcited people out of your way before apologizing immensely. It had to be done because no one notices you trying to get through the crowd.

You finally find the bar, wondering if it is open to the public. You shrug and run your hand through your curls once more after being so overwhelmed by this whole stupid event that probably won’t matter after tonight. Tonight is just a waste of your time.

You don’t seem to notice the huge sign next to you that reads “Celebrities’ Lounge” next to you.

The handsome bartender smiles kindly at you and you return the polite smile before ordering a glass of sparkling champagne. You reach in my purse for a twenty before the bartender speaks up.

“No charge.” He smiles and winks at you before turning to the guy next to you. Unbeknownst to you, that guy is looking at you in awe. That guy is the main reason why you are here tonight: Tom Holland; something inside your head is begging you to turn and look and see who is next to you.

You almost bring your head to look, but you decide against it.

“She’s gorgeous. I’ve never seen her before.” Tom comments to Harrison causing Harrison to turn and watch as you strut away with a champagne glass in hand and looking even more like a celebrity. 

The two turn back around and search the menus for a drink and a possible bite to eat before walking down the red carpet.

For a moment, you stop in your tracks, feeling some sort of ominous pull towards the bar. A second passes as you look back at the bar and your eyes fall upon two young men with their backs turned to you.

“I’ll to look her up.” Harrison says quickly with his jaw dropped before ordering two drinks for him and Tom. The two receive the drinks before the bartender rings them up.

“That’ll be twenty-seven dollars and fifty cents.” The same bartender says gruffly to the two boys. Tom’s eyes widen slightly but he doesn’t let his shock appear very evident and he pulls out a twenty and a ten from his wallet.

The two boys exchange surprised looks once the stiff bartender leaves. 

“Wasn’t he just getting cozy a second ago with your new love interest? I mean, I haven’t seen you so in awe since Tessa.” Harrison chuckles and gestures with his drink over towards the direction you just disappeared to. 

“Yes but Tessa is my baby, that’s different.” Tom huffs and smiles at the thought of his beloved pitbull, Tessa–the most important thing in the world.

Back over in the crowd, you meet back up with Vee and her friend. You huff and sip–chug–on your champagne and sigh, thinking of better ways of spending your Friday night.

“I heard Tom is nearby. Haz and him just stopped to get drinks, look! They tweeted about it, T!” Vee screams in excitement. Genuinely happy for your sister, a small smiles manages to pull at your lips seeing her face light up. Alas, a light reminder pops up into your head–you despise Tom Holland, not personally, but just his image.

“Did you see him at the bar, Y/N?” Vee grips your arm tightly and releases it once you glance down. Her hand imprint leaves a mark on your skin but instead of pointing it out, you answer her question.

“I don’t know, I could of. It was busy,” You shrug the two fangirls off with a simple sip of your champagne glass, looking the most elegant within the crowd.

Vee screeches once she sees that Tom, Harrison, and Jacob starting to walk down the red carpet all of a sudden. Everyone in the crowd cringes at Vee’s high voice but nonetheless scream and scramble to get their phones out.

This is the last night hearing about Tom fucking Holland, I can do this, you think. It’s worth it, I got this, no more Tom Holland

Within the chaotic group of screaming and jumping people acting like complete fools, pushing and pulling people to try and get near the barricade, you stand in place with a blank expression and simply sip your champagne.

As Tom approaches, you swear he looks and locks gaze with you for a moment, easily picking your calm and unfazed demeanor out apart from the crowd, and he whispers something to Harrison and Jacob.

Groaning, you turn and begin to swiftly walk away to refill your drink, knowing you can’t be sober if Vee’s gonna stay here the whole night. Despite the deal of ‘seeing’ and ‘leaving’, you know she’ll make you stay the whole night until Tom tweets or posts on social media of being in his hotel room.

“Hey, wait!” Harrison holds a a hand out to signal you to stop but with your back turn, you don’t notice the Brit talking to you. Vee and T screech louder than before.

Harrison runs up to the barricade, getting the attention of all the cameras, crowd, and celebrities. Harrison searches the crowd and grips the barricade. Vee and T yell and reach out and touch his arm.

Harrison turns around to Tom with wide eyes, causing Tom to mirror his expression. Out of nowhere, the three boys are running all the way down the red carpet in search of you–the one sad face in a smiling crowd.

“Last day.” You whisper to yourself before emerging in a traffic of people. You look down at your shoes for a moment and sign. While your head is down, another body knocks in to you, sending your glass flying and you falling to the ground.s 

“Holy shit, I knocked her over, Jacob.” A British voice rings out. Slightly concussed, you groan and rub your head. Shrieks around you fill the air, causing you to cover your ears at the shrivel noise, your head pounding even more immensely.

“Ha, I guess you could say she fell for you.” Another voice rings, but this time it’s an American accent. You pick up a sarcastic laugh before someone grabs you.

“Hilarious. Shit shit shit, okay… um, let’s get you up. I’m so sorry.” The voice says once more and you feel someone pull you up. You squint at the bright lights and close your eyes slightly.

“C’mon, we gotta go to the lounge so you can rest.” The voice says with worry thick in his tone, causing another voice to laugh.

“Or so lover boy can meet his princess.”

PRINCESS? Alas being trapped in a concussed state, before you can speak, the dizzy world fades into black as sleep claims you with the last thing you hear is: “Fucking hell, Harrison, I told you to stop her, not fucking kidnap her!”

RFA+V+Saeran: Smut #1 (Part 1)

Requested by an anon: ″Hello! My request is RFA+V+Saeran react to seeing Mc naked in the shower. Like smut and fluff please!!! Thanks <3″
Because this is multi characters so i’ll make it short for each of them. Hope you’re ok with this anon~

Side note: Because I don’t do headcanons, so I do mini fics but it’ll be too long. So for this #1, I break it into two parts. Starting from next request which will be up after #1 Part 2, I will choose 4 characters that I feel I may do a better job.
Also, I didn’t do shower for all character. I change the setting a bit.

Warning: SMUT!

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Yoosung:
I’ve been playing LOLOL all night and realize just how late it has gotten. I tell the guild’s members that I’ll stop temporarily to go take a nice shower then be back soon. With that, I stand up and make my way towards the bathroom. Perhaps my mind is too occupied by the game that I don’t notice the noises from inside at all. I open the door and the moment I do, I hear high pitch scream.
“Mc!?”

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(After) Sex With Draco Involves…
  • Draco would have his cheeks red and heavy breathing.
  • You also having your cheeks red (you decide each one).
  • Laying together to cuddle.
  • Telling each other childhood stories.
  • You telling him any stories at all until he falls asleep.
  • Sleeping in each others arms.
  • Talking the night in.
  • Him pulling you to lay upon his chest, so he can hug you during the night.
  • Having a lot of hickeys to hide.
  • Messy haired Draco.
  • Sly muscle ache if thing got to rough.
  • Back marks on him.
  • Maybe some problem with sitting.
  • But then he’d carry you around, like a gentleman (or that’s what you guys say hehe).
  • Mostly after sex you’d like to get up and shower.
  • Draco would follow you into the bathroom and you’d probably end up having sex again.
  • Him looking at your half naked body while you’re sleeping, wondering how could he have such a wonderful person in his life.
  • “I love you.”
  • Draco loves when you wear his shirts to bed. He thinks it’s sexy.
  • You also love smelling his perfume.
  • Accidentally showing up at class with his clothes and having to handle a lot of teasing from your classmates.
  • “Nice sweatshirt. I swear I saw Draco with it last Friday.”
  • “You probably did. It’s mine” Draco would say, smiling.
  • He also thinks wearing his clothes makes people see your his (jealous boy, what can we do?).
  • Draco always asking if you’re ok, to make sure he hasn’t hurt you.
Honeymoon (M)

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

Pairing: Jin x reader
Genre: smut, fluff
Word count: 5.8k
Content: husband!jin and pure vanilla, if you’re looking for anything kinky, you’re not gonna find it here

Description: You finally got there with the love of your life, Jin, and your first honeymoon night was that night.


„So this is it?” your mouth drooled from excitement as your eyes couldn’t stop gazing at the gold shining around your ring finger. “We’re really married?”

Jin put his arms around your waist from behind you and rested his chin on your right shoulder.

“Yes. You’re my wife now, Y/N” he spoke trying to sound calm but miserably failed as he couldn’t hold himself back from giggling adorably. You began laughing with him while enjoying the breathtaking view from your hotel balcony. The breeze brushed slightly over your face making you cool down a bit from the hot air of the beach. The sun was already soon to set and you turned around to face your husband.

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Crawling Chaos - Part Three - Void Stiles

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Void Stiles/Reader

Word Count: 5,827

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (female receiving), Masturbation, Shower Sex, Pool Sex

Notes: The much requested third and FINAL part of Crawling Chaos. I really hope you guys like this, and please don’t kill me for the end. I have no idea how you guys will take the end of this. Literally, I owe m life to @minhosmeanhoe because she was super encouraging while I wrote this and helped me work out some kinks in the plot. She is a godsend and I love her to death. 

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