take 53

150 random questions tag

1.) What’s better, having high expectations or having low expectations?

2.) Would you rather go without junk food for a year or go without TV for a year?

3.) Describe your perfect man/woman.

4.) Thoughts on school dress codes? 

5.)Any strange phobias?


6.) At what job do you see Donald Trump best fit?


7.) Who was your first crush?


8.) Who was your first best friend?


9.)What is one weird thing about you?


10.) Top 5 TV shows you like to watch?

11.) What are your favorite boys names?

12.) What are your favorite girls names?

13.) Do you have any tattoos? If so, what are they? 

14.) Do you plan on getting (more) tattoos? If so, what do you want to get as of the moment? 

15.) Do you have any piercings? Do you plan on getting more?

16.) Do you like hugging people?

17.) Think of ANY person on earth right now.  Who did you think of?

18.) Do you have an iPhone? 

19.) What is the worst thing that could happen in your life right now? 

20.) Do you watch anime?

21.) What brings true happiness? 

22.) What is the most expensive thing you’ve ever paid for?

23.) If you could have any job in the world and get paid millions of dollars a year for it, what would you be and why?

24.) Do you want children? If so, how many? 

25.) Name and describe someone who you feel most comfortable around.

26.)If you could invent a holiday, what would it be?

27.)Would you rather have summer weather or winter weather all year round?

28.) If you could make an alien race, describe what they would look like.

29.)  What was the first thing you learned to cook? 

30.) Describe your sense of humor.

31.) What is the key to happiness?

32.) How many phone numbers do you have committed to memory? Whose numbers are they? 

33.) Name three songs that make you want to dance.

34.) What job did you want to have as a child? 

35.) Do you have any talents or skills?

36.) What was the worst punishment you’ve ever had?

37.) Did you ever do anything weird as a child?

38.) What is your dream car?

39.)  Describe something that made you laugh this week.

40.) Did you have a dream last night? If so, describe it.

41.)  Do you ever have repetitive dreams? Describe it/them.

42.) Describe the worst/ scariest dream you’ve ever had.

43.) Describe the best dream you’ve ever had.

44.) If God himself gave you a choice of either having unlimited money for the rest of your life or finding your one true love starting tomorrow, which one would you choose (keep in mind, you are still able to make a ton of money if you choose love, and you are still able to meet your soul mate if you choose money)?

45.) If you could do anything (and I mean ANYTHING) right now without consequences, what would you do and why?

46.) Do you have any recipes that you know off the top of your head? What is it/ what are they?

47.) Do you have your license? If so, do you have a car?

48.) Have you ever had a near death experience?

49.) Do you personally know anyone that has been to prison? 

50.) Have you ever been in a physical fight?


51.) When you get out of the shower, do you towel dry, blow dry, or air dry your hair?

52.) When you go to the movies, what snacks and drinks do you take with you?

53.) Do you like going to the beach? If so, do you like to stay dry or go in the water? If not, why?

54.) Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
 

55.) If you could have a superpower ASIDE from being invisible or being able to fly, what would you have?

56.) If you were able to live for however long you wanted to (i’m talking thousands of years without aging), when would you choose to die?

57.) What do you think happens after you die?

58.) Do you believe in aliens?

59.) Do you believe in ghosts?

60.) Do you believe in spiritual things like ouija boards, tarot cards, and crystals? Do you believe they are portals for evil entities to enter the mortal world? 

61.) If you could make one mythical being real, who/what would you make?
 

62.) Do you get tan, or do you burn?

63.) Describe your shower routine.

64.) Do you enjoy school? Why or why not? 

65.) In your opinion, what is the worst way to die?

66.) Do you get carsick, sea sick, or airplane sickness? 

67.) What’s one memory that you wish you could live again and again?

68.) What were some of your stuffed animal’s names from when you were a kid? 

69.)Do you have any pets?

70.) Describe your daily wardrobe.

71.)  Describe what your daily wardrobe would be if you were rich.

72.)  Create a character right now.  Give them a name, age, and character description.

73.)What was the last thing you bought?

74.) Have you ever bought a CD? What band was it for?

75.) Describe your perfect ice cream sundae.

76.) If you could make ANYTHING happen right now with no cost, trouble, or obstacles, what would you do? 

77.) What are some of your favorite physical activities to do?

78.) What were some of your favorite shows as a child?

79.) Describe how you would survive the zombie apocalypse. 

80.)What are some things you shouldn’t say at work?

81.) If you were told that if you killed someone, you would save 100 people, would you do it?

82.) How’s the weather right now?

83.) What is the background on your cell phone right now?

84.)Is it better to work at a job that you love or a job that pays well?

85.) What do you have within arms reach of your bed?

86.) Have you ever been fired from a job? If so, why?

87.) Have you ever won a trophy, prize, or medal? If so, for what?

88.) Do you have any posters, pictures, or art hanging on your walls in your room? If so, what are they?

89.) Are you afraid of the dark? If so, why?

90.)What is something that you’ve never done but would like to try?

91.) If you could choose three famous people or characters to be friends with, who would you choose and why?

92.) Do you smile at strangers when you pass by them on the street?

93.) Do you have a favorite TV commercial? If so, what is it?

94.) Do you like your handwriting? 

95.) Cable TV or Netflix?

96.) What are your favorite smells?

97.) Do you consider yourself physically strong? 

98.) Describe a time where you said something really rude or mean, whether intentional or not.

99.) Do you ask strangers to pet their dogs?

100.)What is your most embarrassing moment?

101.) Has anyone really close to you ever died? If so, who was it and how did you handle it?

102.)  Describe your plan of action if you were home alone and you heard someone break into your house.

103.) If you were to be born again, would you want to be born male or female?

104.)  What shampoo do you use?

105.) Guess the meaning of this word: ulotrichous. 

106.) Do you let messages (phone, email, text, social media, etc…) build up, or do you have to look at them right away?

107.)  Where is the nearest McDonalds to your house?

108.)  If you had $1 billion and you had to spend it in exactly one week, what would you spend it on? 

109.) What is the best thing you’ve ever eaten?

110.) If you could go on a trip around the world with up to three people, who would you bring (they can be people you know personally or famous people).

111.) What expletive/ explicit phrase do you say most often?

112.) What is your personal definition of success?

113.) How was your day today?

114.) What is the closest Big City you live by?

115.) Have you ever been in a car accident?

116.) Do you hide anything from your parents?

117.) If you could possess one talent, what would you be able to do?

118.) Ugly and smart or beautiful and stupid?

119.) What is the worst thing you’ve ever seen in real life?

120.) Use only 3 words to describe how you want your future to go.

121.) QUICK! give me a few things a brick could be useful for

122.) If you could make a dream society, describe it in great detail where it would be, who would be in it, and what rules there would be?

123.) If you could make any animal miniature, what would you make and why?

124.) What are your favorite candle scents?

125.) If you HAD to have one plastic surgery, what would you get and why?

126.) Do you prefer to hang out with the same sex or the opposite sex?

127.) If you could make a charity, what would the profits go towards? How would you raise money for it?

128.) Describe the body you wish you had.

129.) If you were a famous director, what would your next movie be about? Describe the plot, characters, and possible title. 

130.) If only women were to rule the world, how different would the world be by 2050? 

131.) What is your favorite alcoholic drink? 

132.) Do you have a problematic friend?

133.) Are you more spontaneous or more of a planner?

134.) If you could change your full name, what would your name be?

135.) What is one song that describes your life?

136.) What is one show you’ve been meaning to watch but can never find the time for?

137.) Do you find it easy to drop toxic people from your life that you’ve known for a long time?

138.) Do you like children? Why or why not?

139.) What is your zodiac sign?

140.) Do you like to dance? Do you dance often? In front of other people?

141.) Name some of your favorite colors.

142.) Have you ever shoplifted? If so, what was it? 

143.) If you could speak three additional languages, what would they be? 

144.) Have you ever been in legal trouble? 

145.) Have you ever had surgery?

146.) If you could change 2 things about yourself, what would you change and why?

147.) What do you want done with your body after you die?

148.) What three physical features do people compliment you most on? What do they say about them?

149.) If you could have your own business, what would you do?

150.) What current friend do you have that you’ve known the longest? 

anonymous asked:

Can you do 53 and 33 for Montgomery de la Cruz?

Hell yeah I can! Also bless your soul for requesting something and giving me something to do ily 💕

33. The door’s locked.

53. Take your shirt off.

The door’s locked,” Montgomery relays apprehensively, his head turning to glance at the girl standing behind him. 

“The fuck you mean it’s locked,” she hisses, pushing past him to see for herself. Sure enough the handle jingles tightly in her hand but does not completely twist. The music is too loud for anyone to hear them pounding on the door. She had come upstairs to take a breather from the party, not to get locked in Jessica Davis’s bedroom with Montgomery De La Cruz. 

“You gonna talk to me now? Ya know, since we’re kind of stuck in here together. Or are you gonna continue to avoid me?” he asks, leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“I’m not avoiding you,” her eyes drop from his face to the floor, voice wavering. Lying has never been her strong suit.

They had been partnered together for a project in biology, and much to her surprise they got along great. She was cold towards him at first, since her prior interactions with him had been him checking her out in the hallway and her rolling her eyes whenever she caught him, or when she would stumble across him getting aggressive with someone who did or didn’t deserve it. 

She didn’t want to like him. He’s a dick of the douchiest variety. But not always, not all the time. After many late nights of doing research he got comfortable around her and relaxed. He would crack stupid jokes and make lame puns that made her laugh in-spite of herself. He would randomly ask her questions like “what do you think about multiverse theory?” and “What’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?” He would let her nap on the couch if she got tired while he continued to search for articles and would wake her up when he came across something that he found particularly exciting. He could be endearing when he wanted to be.

They got close. Closer than she could have anticipated. One night the previous week they were making final edits on the project, laughing about this and that. She can’t remember what he said, but she playfully shoved his chest in response and he nudged her shoulder back and she kicked at his leg and then they were rolling around on the floor when he quietly mumbled, “come here,” and she teasingly responded with, “I don’t think I can really get much closer,” to which he whispered, “I think you can.” And then he kissed her.

She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t wondered what it would be like to kiss the infamous Montgomery De La Cruz. He was a prick, but a gorgeous one at that. All of the eye rolls and shit talking in the world couldn’t change the fact that given the opportunity, most of the girls at Liberty High would sell their soul to kiss the devil himself.

It was sweet. He had pulled her flush against his chest and let his hands play at her sides while she climbed onto his lap, resting her one hand at the side of his neck and letting the other run down his arm. It wasn’t what she would have expected. But he wasn’t what she expected either. 

That was all it was. Just one kiss. Nothing more. He didn’t push it further and neither did she. When she pulled away he had this soft smile on his lips and a serene look in his eyes that she had never seen before. He looked so calm, so at peace. And it made her heart melt. 

But he was still Monty, and she knew what everyone in the school thought of him, and what they would think of her if this progressed into anything more than a one time kiss. It was hypocritical, to desire someone but damn anyone who actually got something. Nonetheless, she pulled away. Avoiding him since then. She didn’t want to be the type to care what other people thought, but they could be so damn cruel, and she had kept such a pristine image so far. 

“Seriously?” Monty snaps, pulling her out of her thoughts, “I’m literally the only other person in here and you’re still pretending like I don’t exist.”

“I’m very much aware of your existence,” she quips, sitting on the edge of Jessica’s bed. She notices a variety of colored sharpies on the nightstand.

“You’re just choosing to ignore it,” he rolls his eyes.

“I’m talking to you right now, aren’t I?” she raises an eyebrow, feigning casualty. 

He snorts, running a hand through his hair. “I’m all you’ve got right now, so it doesn’t count for much.”

“Didn’t think you’d care all that much,” she shrugs, leaning over to grab the colorful assortment of sharpies.

“I kissed you and then you started avoiding me like the plague. How could I not care?!” his voice raises in exasperation.

“Because you’re you,” her tone is serious as she looks him straight in the eye.

“Yeah, yeah my reputation sucks. I’m awful,” he glowers.

“Only sometimes. You can be sweet when you want to be,” she offers.

“Not sweet enough for it to matter apparently.”

Take your shirt off.”

“What?” he asks, taken aback. This conversation has taken an abrupt turn.

“I’m gonna draw on you,” she shakes the sharpies in her hand, “Gotta pass the time somehow.”

He’s somewhat startled and confused by the request, but his shirt still comes off as he makes his way over to the bed. He lies on his back as she straddles his lap, dragging the tip of a green sharpie down his side. She draws twisting vines with sharp thorns that could tear your skin if you got too close. But she also draws blooming roses that smell so sweet you can’t help but drift closer. It’s dangerous and beautiful, terrifying and inviting. It’s a lot like Monty.

“You’re sending out some mixed signals you know,” he looks up at her as she shades in a petal. One minute she’s ducking around corners to bypass his gaze and the next she’s straddling his half naked body.

“I’m sorry,” she mutters, her lip stuck between her teeth in concentration, “I like you, but your reputation is hard to swallow.”

He nods in understanding, watching her use him as a canvas. “Can I draw on you?”

“Sure,” her eyes widen a bit in surprise. “Where?”

“Your back,” he explains as she rolls off him and he sits up, switching places.

She turns away from him, sliding her shirt off and unhooking her bra before laying chest down on the bed. He picks up a sharpie and she feels the cool ink on her skin. A shiver runs down her spine at the sensation. It’s a large design that takes up a majority of the two sides of her back. It feels like he’s drawing wings. 

“Angel wings?” she asks, twisting her head at an attempt to get a look at him.

“Good guess,” he grins, nodding in affirmation. 

“Why?” she laughs, “Cause I’m so etherial?”

“Something like that,” he laughs, his one hand gripping her side tightly to keep her still. She likes the feeling of his skin on hers.

“Can you keep a secret? she asks, biting her lip as she waits for a response.

“What kind of secret?” he asks, sitting back so his weight isn’t holding her down as much.

She rolls over so she’s facing him, reaching up to place one hand at the back of his neck. Her lips press against his in the most inviting way, making his eyes shut instinctively as he leans into it.

“Yeah,” he breathes out heavily, moving to hover over her as his arms wrap around her back to press their bare chests together tightly. “I can keep a secret.”


*Sorry that turned out to be way longer than a drabble, I got a little carried away*

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Wet Dreams and Stuttered Confessions


Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Rating: M

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst??? (Briefly)

TW: Underage sex, cursing

A/N: I have no idea, honestly. I just was playing a door game and this is the first scenario I got??? I’m going to make more based on the door games I play, so watch out. (P.S. this is my first smut fic ever please don’t bash me for being bad at this)


It was no secret to anyone that you and Taehyung were best friends.

In fact, if someone didn’t notice how close you and the boxy-smiled boy were, they were literally seen as the most unintelligent and oblivious people in the world. Mostly due to the fact that you and Tae were basically attached at the hip, always joking around and play fighting and bickering and just acting like toddlers around each other.

If there was a day you didn’t see him, there were approximately four-quadrillion messages, three missed calls, and seven voicemails (you don’t even know how he manages that, but-) left on your phone by the time you go to bed.

And this phone-splosion is what you’ve been experiencing for the past week or so.

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101 Things I Will Teach My Daughters by Leah Froehle

1. Chocolate is only a temporary fix.

2. A properly-fitting bra is not a luxury. It is a necessity.

3. Your happiness is your happiness and yours alone.

4. How to apply red lipstick.

5. How to wear the crap out of red lipstick.

6. A boyfriend does not validate your existence.

7. Eat the extra slice of pizza.

8. Wear what makes you feel gracefully at ease.

9. Love the world unconditionally.

10. Seek beauty in all things.

11. Buy your friends dinner when you can.

12. Wear sunscreen like it’s your second job.

13. Try with all your might to keep in contact with far-away friends.

14. Make the world feel at ease around you.

15. Walk with your head up.

16. Order a cheeseburger on the first date if you want to.

17. Never, ever bite your nails.

18. Swipe on some lipstick, put on your leather jacket, and sneak into a bar somewhere.

19. Learn from your mistakes that night.

20. Dental hygiene is not multiple choice.

21. Your GPA is not a confession of your character.

22. There is strength in breaking down.

23. You don’t have to like yoga.

24. Pick a tea.

25. Take care of your feet.

26. Pick a perfume.

27. Even if you’re tall, wear the heels anyway.

28. Classy is a relative term.

29. Drink whiskey if you like whiskey.

30. Drink wine if you like wine.

31. Like what you like.

32. Offer no explanation.

33. Advil and Gatorade.

34. You are no less of a woman when you’re in sweats and gym shoes than a woman in stilettos and a pencil skirt.

35. A woman is a woman is a woman.

36. Love your fellow woman with all your heart and soul.

37. Cry, uninhibited, with your friends.

38. Laugh until you can’t breathe with your friends.

39. Tell me everything.

40. Exercise to be strong and healthy. A beautiful soul needs a sturdy vessel.

41. There is no shame in hoping for love.

42. My cooking is the best cooking.

43. Do not take sex lightly.

44. I mean it.

45. Anna Karenina. I’d like it if you read it.

46. The world spins on the principle of inherent tragedy.

47. Do not be blind to it.

48. Men are effectively idiots until the age of 26.

49. Carbohydrates are not the enemy.

50. Involve yourself in an organized activity of your choosing.

51. Listen to classical music occasionally.

52. Take hot baths.

53. Do not use bath salts.

54. You are more than capable.

55. I promise.

56. Don’t smile if you don’t mean it.

57. Mean your anger. Mean your sadness. Mean your pain.

58. I am always, always listening.

59. Travel.

60. Get stuck in a foreign country with $4.67 in your account.

61. Make me furious.

62. Make me worry.

63. Come home smelly, tired, and with a good story.

64. Your story isn’t really yours.

65. You are a compilation of others’ stories.

66. Well-fitting and modest is ALWAYS sexier than too small and tight.

67. Who cares if glitter isn’t tasteful?

68. It’s too much eyeliner if you have to ask.

69. Learn to bake for when you’re sad and I’m not there.

70. Humility and subservience are not synonyms.

71. Wash your face twice per day.

72. Be gentle with your skin.

73. Science is really cool.

74. So is literature.

75. And history.

76. And math.

77. There is no substitute for fresh air.

78. Carry your weight.

79. Make up for it later if you can’t.

80. That salad is not better than pasta and it never will be.

81. You’re fooling no one.

82. Find at least three green vegetables you can tolerate.

83. A smoothie is not a meal.

84. Expect the best from everyone.

85. People will let you down.

86. Bask in the sun (wearing a sunhat and SPF 90).

87. There is a certain kind of man you need to avoid at all costs.

88. You’ll know it when you meet him.

89. What other people say is right doesn’t always feel right.

90. What feels right is where your happiness is.

91. Give thoughtful gifts.

92. Form an opinion.

93. Stick to it.

94. Exfoliation in moderation.

95. Argue with people when you need to.

96. If it’s worth fighting for, fight fiercely.

97. Don’t fight for acceptance.

98. You shouldn’t have to.

99. Take pictures, but not too many.

100. Follow your bliss at all costs. (I’m cutting you off at 22, though).

101. Chocolate ice cream, however, might just be a permanent fix.

Dear Anonymous:

1. I hope she reacts well to your inclinations. I used to love someone like that too. I hope she loves you back. I hope you’re happy.

2. I just want to love too. I think soulmates work that way because life’s too short to be stuck to one person, but one person can change your whole perspective– one person is all it takes to fuel the rest of your life with passion. It’s always worth the rejection. We were built to break and rebuild. Sometimes heartbreak is the way in, but it’s also the way out. Timing is everything. Timing is everything… if you didn’t meet them when you weren’t ready, you’ll never be ready for someone else when they’re ready for you.

3. It doesn’t matter if you’re gay– love is love, right? Who cares if you’re in love with a she or a he, they’ll break you apart or keep you together. It’s such an odd thing. To die and live in a simple three word sentence.

4. A book? By the end of this year, it’ll happen.

5. I am from the darkest corner of your thoughts, the sun crawling through your curtains– I’m the cup of coffee that needs a fuck ton of sugar. I’m the distance we had to keep, I’m the apologies that made us weep.

6. An apology seems to be my only way to start the day as of lately. I’m sorry too.

7. Love is a coffee shop, we’re just the misplaced books. We’re the sentences, we’re the typos. I’ll be the incorrect emoji for the moment, if you’ll be the text sent to the wrong person. I’ll say I love you if you never say it back. I’ll love you if you don’t love me back. You can be sure about that. You can be sure about that…

8. My mind feels kinda broken, I guess we’re all kinda messed up sometimes.

9. This is not talent, this is hard work. Don’t confuse the two. I was not born with this, I woke up one morning like this. I will die with this, I will ink my whole life into your skin if you let me.

10. You loved them enough to let them go. There’s nothing more beautiful than that one simple realization. I will love you from afar and we’ll both grow. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, right? I don’t think it would’ve worked out anyway, we need this. This time spent apart, we need this. All of it.

11. “Don’t ever make someone your person when they don’t even know how to be their own.” Realest shit I ever read. Big ups.

12. I will never quit writing. She’s always reading. She’s always reading.

13. I’m sorry, I think we’re all in need of assistance. We can’t do it alone. Go out and make a few new friends. They’ll help. I promise.

14. Shit, I don’t know either. I wake up like that. It sucks, but you’ll figure out the truth eventually. I promise.

15. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. How can I answer you if I don’t even know the answers myself? I’m just human. I’m just like you. Nothing new here, just more human frailties.

16. It’s been a year plus, but I still love her too. We’re all missing someone, we just need an outlet.

17. Love doesn’t like to break even, love doesn’t like to remain still– love should feel like a few broken ribs, love should feel like a few torn heartstrings– but love should also feel delicate, love should also be soft.

18. I don’t know what language you’re speaking in, but I’m pretty sure it’s definition is beautiful. Stay beautiful.

19. I fade away every night. If you want to be nothing, I get it. It’s the easy way out. The shortcut to the end. Who doesn’t want that? But choosing to live, choosing to figure it out. That’s commendable. Always is. Always will be.

20. You need to let go of him because until you do… you’ll always be dependent of him. You’ll never be yourself. There is more oneness in loving yourself first versus oneness in loving someone for the sake of feeling whole. Love is an illusion.

21. If I am the Galaxy, then explain my black holes. How many times must I die before I feel like it’s time to live?

22. People can die from a broken heart, but people also forget that they’re a garden. You are the roses. You are the florist. You are the sun. You are the sun. You are the blossom. You are the growth. You are the bees. You grow into me, like how I’ll grow into you.

23. Thank you doesn’t even start to explain you.

24. Fear is a powerful tool for motivation. Use it wisely.

25. If you don’t want it to end, then write it down. Because some day, he might not be there. Some day, all you’ll have are those words. Nothing lasts forever and that’s just something that we must remember. How can you love yourself if you don’t keep that in mind?

26. I’m sorry. I’m not him. I’m not you. How can I possibly give you some ending? We’re all looking for more poison to fill our veins with.

27. I slept for 24 hours, but I’m still tired.

28. It’s hard to backtrack too.

29. It ends when your heart gives out on you. It ends when your search hits a brick walls it ends when your lights dim just enough for you to read the truth etched into your skin like a story that was never supposed to be told. We were meant to feel the love stories, but we could never keep the last page from ringing true. The truth is I love you too.

30. I’ll let you know right now. I am not your ex. And if in some way, I am… then know that no one is out to get you. The only person that’s doing that is you. Waking up to fear is no way to live. Letting go… it’s an excellent start.

31. My opinion on loving someone that doesn’t love you back anymore is this: if you’re doing it. Stop. Just stop. Save yourself some time. Stop yourself from that mistake. It doesn’t end well for you. It doesn’t end well for your emotions. Start with you. It’s a good place.

32. I’m not Filipino.

33. Hello.

34. Pretty crimson leaves used for a pretty crimson sneeze.

35. We’ll never be the same. Change is the only way to live your life.

36. I’m from the same place that all poets were born into. A Silk Road of heartbreaks and slow songs.

37. We’re all unique. From your first thought of today to your DNA.

38. Maybe kiss him today? Fuck it. Life’s too short. Let the make out sessions begin.

39. My thoughts sink us into tomorrow.

40. They say that the smaller you write, the more you care about others. The bigger you write, the more love you’ve got for yourself.

41. I’m afraid that you’re right.

42. There’s always beauty in loneliness. The way he reads that book from across the street. The way she pulls back her hair to drink her tea. The way they fell in love made yesterday like a today we’ll never share.

43. The question is the answer.

44. I’ll call you some day.

45. I’m looking for myself. Shouldn’t we all?

46. You’re a beautiful creature too.

47. Two strangers? The start of every love story.

48. You can call me K.C.

49. Twice by Madeline Stauffer

50. Nothing is wrong with you. There is only more to love.

51. And that’s exactly why I’m answering all of them in this post.

52. I changed my URL because I wanted it to be less about her and more about me.

53. Take a break and walk around. Artificial lighting can hurt us. The sun’s good too.

54. No comment.

55. I’m a robot.

56. I don’t answer anonymous asks anymore because how can I help others if I can’t even help myself kinda realization. My apologies.

57. Poetry about being viewed for only sex… hmm… you sound like somebody I know.

58. Pick yourself first. Always pick yourself.

59. Don’t die. Do not die. There’s so much more out there.

60. Sticking to yourself is a good start.

61. There’s nothing wrong with you. There’s only more to love.

62. I don’t know. I’m still figuring it out myself actually.

63. I’ll draw more once my mind is less exhausted.

64. There’s nothing wrong with reading poetry.

65. Love is something that’s immensely felt and hard to measure.

66. I’m trying to be more than just another broken heart.

67. I feel like a disappointment to myself constantly. We’re too hard on ourselves. It sucks.

68. Maybe they should profess their love to each other?

69. I’m sorry.

70. You should listen to your mother. If she’s your guardian, respect her wishes until you’re of age.

71. Drinking and smoking– there’s nothing wrong with it. Although it is nice to give your body a break here and there.

72. I think you’re right.

73. You need to lean on yourself. Remember that people need space from us. People need room to breathe. You can’t smother them.

74. I love you too.

75. I’m sorry. Maybe you should stay away from him. You’re obviously catching feelings when you shouldn’t.

76. Falling in love with your best friend? That sounds terrific tbh.

77. Are you alive? Suicide isn’t the answer.

78. I’m sorry. You need to give yourself some time to heal. Maybe you’re not ready for love.

79. Sometimes I think I’ll die at an early age too.

80. I love them both.

81. All love stories should hold mysteries.

82. Life is full of regrets– you just need to pick the right ones to live with.

83. You deserve to love yourself first.

84. I’m sorry. Empathy is a bitch, isn’t it?

85. “But it’s the way she smiles, like every bullet missed her…” the only way to smile.

86. I would never give up this part of me.

87. I understand. Give yourself more time.

88. Because people are just as lost as you are.

89. I’m trying to be better. I promise.

90. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

91. Who hasn’t fucked up? It’s learning to be better… that’s the only thing that fucking matters. You’re still here, right?

92. Hold his hand and call him yours.

93. I’m sorry. I can barely understand myself. How can I explain you for who you are?



94. You say that I’m a little harsh. Life is rough. Why would I sugarcoat the truth?
—  The truth about you

anonymous asked:

For the MSR Drabble challenge 😁: 54, 110, 53 xx

Yeah, so… this ain’t no drabble. I’m sorry. I’ll be better (read: shorter) next time. Thank you so much for the prompt lovely anon!

54. Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash? 110.  You passed out for like an hour. 53. Take off your shirt.

If only Mulder had come with her.

Scully clings to the plate in her hand and fills it up with little homemade snacks. They all look good, she thinks, even if she’s not really hungry. She just needs a moment to herself, away from prying family members she hasn’t seen in years, and the food buffet in the kitchen is the best distraction she can find. And distraction is all she needs.

Because Mulder is not here.

She had asked him (almost begged him) to come with her today to the annual Scully family gathering. Will Bill be there? He had mumbled against her chest, his lips unable to remain still, kissing her, covering everything they could reach. Part of her had wanted to lie; no, no, Bill won’t be there. His mouth on her body, though, it had disarmed her. The other part of her, the one she listened to most days, had reminded her that this was Mulder. The man she loved. She was not going to start lying to him now that they were lovers.

But it doesn’t change anything now: She’s all alone here, plenty of things on her mind, and the looks her family keep throwing her way make it worse. She’s happy, of course she is, to spend time with her brothers – even Charlie made it this year –, her nephews and nieces, her mother. Seeing her cousins, new life partners, taller children – it’s all great, it’s exciting, but…

She just misses Mulder by her side.

Scully really doesn’t know when it started; the feeling must have crept up on her these last few years. Clearly, she can manage her life without him. Except. Something is different today. Something she has not found time to talk about with him (or think about herself, really). She’s late. She’s really late. Logic tells her that it’s a crazy notion; she’s barren, she knows that, and yet. Yet, here she is. Her eyes wander over to her purse. Hidden inside somewhere is a pregnancy test. She bought it on a whim on her way here and now…

If only Mulder were here.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Dana,” one of her cousins apologizes as she bumps into her at the buffet, “Are you all right? You look pale. Here, have a sausage.” It’s one of those small, cocktail sausages that Scully loves so much. Her mother probably bought them for her. Right now the combination of the slightly wrinkly texture and the strong, fatty smell makes her dizzy.

“Uhm, I’m fine,” she croaks, willing her body to relax; her stomach doesn’t listen, though, “Excuse me.” The plate clatters loudly as her fingers let go of it. Scully grabs her purse and sprints to the nearest bathroom. She locks the door, her stomach turning and churning, and throws the purse on the ground. Her knees protest loudly as they come in contact with the cold, hard tiles. There’s no time to think as her stomach lets go of its contents.

Flashbacks from her cancer explode before her eyes unasked. Scully closes them, screws them shut, and refuses to think about that. There’s a pregnancy test in her purse. As unlikely as it is, she thinks rinsing her mouth, she has to try it. Take a pregnancy test. Her hands tremble as she unpacks the small, elongated object. Scully knows too well how they work; she’s wasted many of them during the failed IVF attempts. Her eyes catch her reflection in the mirror. Her cousin was right: she does look pale. Her cheeks are hollow, her eyes exhausted and glassy, and her skin just plain waxy.

If Mulder were here he’d tell her to just take the test. He’d tell her not to worry, she thinks as she opens her zipper, pulls down her pants. He’d assure her that everything, no matter what, would turn out just fine. Mulder is a believer like that. Scully smiles, forgets that she’s peeing on a stick for a moment, and clings to thoughts of Mulder.

Someone knocks on the door, startling Scully. She can’t stay in here for another five minutes. Quickly, she wraps the test up in toilet paper and carefully puts in her purse. She stuffs the boxing into the small trash can, not even thinking about it. She flushes the toilet, washes her hands and checks her face again. When she unlocks the door, she’s looking straight into her mother’s eyes.

“Dana, there you are. Honey, what’s the matter? You’re not sick, are you?” Of course there’s no fooling her mother.

“I’m fine, mom.”

“How about you lie down for a bit?” Gently, her mother pushes her into the direction of one of the bedrooms.  

“I’m fine, really.”

“Just relax a bit,” her mother ignores her, “Our family can be quite exhausting.” She chuckles and Scully can’t do anything but listen to her mother. She sits on the bed, still clinging to her purse, feeling exhausted all of a sudden.

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make sure no one bothers you. Get some rest.” Her mother kisses her cheek and Scully feels tears dwell up in her eyes. I might be pregnant, mom. The words, however, get twisted in her tongue. So she simply nods, keeps the tears at bay, and remains still until the door softly clicks shut. The tears fall silently now as Scully lies down, clutching her purse, and quickly, without warning, falls asleep.

Even if she had been awake, behind the closed door she would have not heard her mother exclaim loudly: “Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?”

“Hey you.”  

“Hmmm.”

“Wakey wakey.” Mulder chuckles next to her, his breath tickling her cheek. Mulder? She must be dreaming. Without opening her eyes, her lips curl upwards into a warm smile. A soft caress on her cheek and she sighs. What a wonderful dream, she decides.

“I miss you, Mulder.” She mumbles, caught between sleeping and waking.

“I’m right here. All you need to do is open your eyes.”

“Hmm?” Scully opens one eye, sees a blurry version of what could be Mulder, and opens the second one. “Take off your shirt.” She demands and he does as he’s told. Scully traces the scar on his shoulder, the one she put there, and yes, this is real, she decides. It’s really him.

“Mulder, what are you doing here?” The words feel like lead on her tongue and she swallows. Her mouth is much too dry. Mulder, as if reading her mind, hands her a glass of water.

“I thought you might want me here after all.” There’s a shy smile playing on his face, slightly tinged with shadows of guilt.

“Hm, always. But why? Why now? I don’t even know what time it is.” She sits up in bed with some difficulty as Mulder puts his shirt back on.

“Your mom said you passed out for like an hour.”

“Oh my god.” An hour. The pregnancy test. The purse is pushed aside and she stares at it now. She fell asleep before she could even think about any of it. And now Mulder is here. She must have dreamed him here. He’d probably love to hear her say - even think - these words.

“Are you all right? Your mother said you weren’t feeling well.” Mulder is rubbing her back and suddenly she understands.

“She called you.” She states and Mulder nods carefully.

“She was worried about you and she thought that uhm, maybe I should be here. Is there anything to worry about, Scully?”

“No,” she answers quickly,“ well, maybe.” She admits, biting her lip, feeling like the purse is now staring at her. Daring her to look at the test.

“Scully? You’re really scaring me here.”

“I’m sorry, Mulder, “she puts her hand on his stubbly cheek, “It’s just… I don’t really know how to say this. We’ve never talked about it before and now- I don’t know how to say it.”

“Scully, you can tell me anything. You know that.” She nods without looking at him.

“I wanted you here all day for this,” she reaches for her purse, “So I guess it’s a good thing I fell asleep.” Scully chuckles and immediately quiets when she catches Mulder’s confused look.

“It’s something we haven’t really talked about. Not… not like this anyway,” his face reminds her that she’s not making any sense, “Maybe it’s all a moot point anyway.” She takes a deep breath, reaches into her purse and takes out the toilet paper wrapped bundle. Glancing at it, she offers it to Mulder instead.

“Uhm, thank you?” He picks it apart layer by crumpled up layer. For a moment he stares at the stick then his face lifts up to meet hers. His lips are opened slightly, ready to say something, but there are no words.

“Is that…”

“A pregnancy test.”

“I… Scully, I thought you… I thought. It wasn’t the IVF, I mean that was, uhm… it really wasn’t the IVF, was it?” Mulder still holds the test in both hands, stares at it like it’s made of gold.

“What does it say?” Her voice quivers, she realizes, and she is thankful that this time she’s not alone.

“You don’t know?” Mulder’s eyes give nothing away but his surprise.

“No, I fell asleep before the time was up. What does it say? Do I want to know?”

“Oh, I think you want to know.” He grins, holding up the stick with shaky hands, showing her the impossible.

She’s pregnant.

oh-beyond  asked:

Congrats my fellow noona ^_~ well done! I mean I saw it coming remember? Soooooo drabbles ha? Can I request 2? Cuz u know fellow noona and we used to work for the same super big company ^_^. 53 with Suhito and 135 with Lu... well of course you know my men well. Congrats again!!!!

here you go!!! <3

Prompt: 53: Take off your shirt. (part of the 1K followers drabble game)
Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader (oc; female)
Summary: After your closing shift, your co-worker asks if you’d like to play a game.
Genre: fluff; some smut
Rating: R
Warnings: explicit language; graphic dirty talk
Word Count: 1,737

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

It’s when you finish counting the last of the money in the till that Junmyeon emerges from the Manager’s office, looking wild and dangerous. Mischief plays at his features as he smirks at you, something like pride settling against his shoulders, pushing them back and making him stand tall. Against his chest, he holds a large bottle of Jameson, clutches the neck like it’s a victory prize but eyes you as if you are his trophy.

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Mobile Masterlist—Fics & Drabbles (UPDATED 07/06/17)

**** I made a mobile masterlist since my other masterlist only works on desktop. Everything on that list is here!***

Fics

All fics are sorted by wrestler and combine three of my favorite pastimes: music, writing and wrestling. **NSFW fics are denoted with an (++). Fics that are apart of a series will also be noted.**

  • AJ Styles

Cold Water (AJ Styles x Reader)

Light In The Hallway (AJ Styles x Reader)

Journey To The Past (AJ Styles x Reader) Sequel to “Light In The Hallway”

Motivation (AJ Styles x Reader) ++

  • Baron Corbin

Used To Love You (Baron Corbin x Reader)

My Immortal (Baron Corbin x Reader) 

  • Chris Jericho

In The Name of Love (Chris Jericho x Reader)

  • Dean Ambrose

Purify Me (Dean Ambrose x Reader)

  • Kevin Owens

I Don’t Wanna (Kevin Owens x Reader)

  • Roman Reigns

Mercy (Roman Reigns x Reader)

This Woman’s Work (Roman Reigns x Reader) Sequel To “Mercy”

Un-Thinkable (Roman Reigns x Reader) Trilogy to “Mercy”

Hold Back The River (Roman Reigns x Reader) ++

  • Samoa Joe

I Found (Samoa Joe x Reader) 

  • Seth Rollins

Girl (Seth Rollins x Reader)

  • Tama Tonga

Photograph (Tama Tonga x Reader)

  • Xavier Woods

Lost Boy (Xavier Woods x Reader)

Drabbles

**Based on the drabble prompts I re-blog (or compile on occasion)** Feel free to come through to me with your own request as well.

∞ Drabbles from these lists:(1) and (2)

  • AJ Styles

#53: “Take off your shirt.”

#127: “Teach me how to play.” + #147: “Zombies aren’t real, I promise.“

#138: “Stop making your own rules.”

#37: “I had a dream about you.” + #46: “I could beat you up, you know that right?”

#50: “Well shit, you’re hotter than expected.” + #58: “Do I want to know why you’re in my apartment wearing only sports shorts which are quite tight?”

  • Baron Corbin

#137: “Why do they behave for you?”  

#54:“Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?” + 126: “I’m a lucky girl, I’ll admit that.”

  • Big Cass

#40: “Am I your husband or your taxi service?”

  • Dean Ambrose

#43: “I don’t think you understand the term ‘dead or alive’ because I don’t know if this thing IS dead or alive.”

  • Finn Balor

#108: “I’m glad you’re mine.”

#14: “I think you forgot who work the pants in this relationship.”

#54: “Close your eyes, sweetie. They can’t get you then.”

  • Marty Scurll

#40: “Okay so. No more caffeine for you, that’s apparent.”

  • Mojo Rawley

#78: “Can you be romantic for once?”

  • Pete Dunne

#95:“Do you want a hug? Will that help?”

  • Roman Reigns

#131: “You have a cold, you’re not dying.“
#90: “Birds can’t fly without wings.“
#54- “Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash? + #80: “Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise.”
#17: “I love you, I’ll make you love me too.”

  • Sami Zayn

#147: “Zombies aren’t real. I promise.”

  • Seth Rollins

#150: *Make up your own*

#35: “I’ll just tell your mom on you.”

#80: “Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise.”

  • Shane McMahon

#108: “I’m glad your mine.”
#94: “You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.”

∞∞ Drabbles from this list: (3) 

  • Baron Corbin

#27: “Did you see that? Please tell me you saw that.”

  • Finn Balor

#49: “If you can’t sleep….we could have sex?”

#64: “I’m going to love you ‘til my lungs give out.”

  • Roman Reigns

#20: “I have died every day, waiting for you.”

  • Seth Rollins

#30: “I gave you everything but it wasn’t good enough.”

#42: How is my wife more badass than me?“

#80: “D-Don’t do that with your lips.”

  • Sheamus

#44: “Welcome to fatherhood.”

anonymous asked:

53

53. “Take off your shirt.”

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“Take off your shirt.” Theo said with a growl.

Crossing his arms over his chest as if he was protecting his shirt Liam answered “What? Why?”

Theo made a reach for him and Liam stepped back. “Liam take it off. It smells like Hayden and it’s bloody.”

“Still not cause to take my shirt off in the middle of a parking lot.” Liam shook his head and dodged Theo’s hands again. Theo’s eyes flashed at the defiance.

They continued to lunge and duck around each other until Theo finally caught Liam and pushed him up against the truck. “Take. It. Off.” Theo snarled through clenched teeth. Liam flashed his eyes back him him and shook his head. Theo cocked his head to the side and looked at Liam, “What are you hiding?” 

Before he knew it both of his hands were pinned above him and he heard the sound of clothes ripping. “Hey!” he protested. All he got in return was a low warning growl so he stood still. Now wasn’t the time to fight Theo, he was too far gone in his head. But man did he want to break his nose so bad right now.

Liam knew when Theo found what he was looking for. Anger wafted up through his nostrils and Theo leaned back and let out a ugly howl. “SHE MARKED YOU?” The angry chimera yelled at him and Liam immediately noticed the cold change in his eyes. This wasn’t his best friend Theo, or the Theo that he had somehow developed feelings for along the way… this… this was haunted dread doctors Theo.

“Theo… let me explain… she didn’t mean to!” He tried to rush out before Theo did something rash like go find Hayden and kill her… again. Theo dropped his hands and went to step away from him but he had anticipated it and flipped them around. Now Theo was the one pinned against the truck.

“Let me go. Now.” Theo sneered at him. Liam let the strength of his wolf wash over him and held Theo firmly against the truck. He knew the only way to reach him when he was like this was pain. So Liam did exactly what Theo did to him; pinned his hands above him and ripped Theo’s shirt. “She marked you.” Theo repeated without the yell but it was still in his scary voice.

“It will fade.” Liam responded right before he lifted his claws, dug them into Theo’s side, and tore down. Theo’s growl was loud and full of pain but when Liam looked up Theo’s eyes had changed back to normal.

“You marked me?” Theo asked in disbelief.

Liam shrugged and placed his head on Theo’s shoulder, “It was the only way to get you to stop.” He released Theo’s hands and they slowly slid down and found their away around Liam.

“You could have just punched me or broken something…” Theo trailed off. Liam knew he was confused by what just happened. Liam was too. He had just claimed Theo as his until the mark faded in a week or two. What in the hell was he thinking? Now Theo knew how he felt. Oh god.

Liam tried to pull away so he could run when Theo wrapped his arms tighter around him not letting him move. Liam slowly and cautiously wrapped his arms around Theo and lifted his head to look in his eyes, he had to know what Theo was thinking.

“Um excuse me,” both he and Theo whipped their heads to the side and find a middle aged female deputy standing there staring at them, “you boys needs to find shirts and quickly.” Their moment had ended.

Both of them nodded, muttered apologies, and climbed in Theo’s truck. Maybe they would talk about it later. 

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WOW. Sorry this one is kinda long… I just couldn’t stop writing it. Might end up turning it into a full fic 😏

Hope you like it!

XO - K

anonymous asked:

Tree bros 53 pleaseeeee :)

#53 “take off your shirt”

“Evan seriously if you don’t take off your shirt I can’t replace the bandages.” Connor shook his head. Of course his boyfriend would go and get injured in the park. The cut wasn’t too bad but he still needed to change it periodically every three hours and Heidi had work, so she enlisted Connor to do it.

Evan was very apprehensive about is boyfriend taking off his shirt. They hadn’t done anything more than kiss and Evan felt rather vulnerable with his shirt off. “I-I really don’t want you too.” Evan muttered. He was very embarrassed of his body.

Connor placed the bandage on the bed and grabbed Evan’s hand. “Evan, you are beautiful no matter what. You don’t have to worry about me not liking what’s under your clothes, and you should love yourself, even with your shirt off because like I said, you are beautiful.” Connor’s voice sounded so sincere and Evan blinked away a few tears.

He slowly lifted off his shirt and quickly turned around. 

“I promise I won’t look anywhere else Ev.” Connor assured him. Their relationship had boundaries and Connor respected Evan’s just as much as Evan respected Connor’s.

He changed the bandage and Evan quickly scrambled to put his shirt back on, finally that was over. “May-maybe one day I’ll take my shirt off and feel comfortable but today is not that day.” Evan told him.

“Don’t worry about it, take your time.” Connor smiled. He was happy with whatever Evan decided. As long as he had Evan he would wait an eternity for him to do something. 

Tour bus make out

Requested by: anonymous 

#59- “….or we could make out…” 

#53- “Take off your shirt.” 

Both are from the prompt list that I re blogged a while ago. 

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Your Pov: 

You and your boyfriend of 2 years, Josh were just relaxing on the tour bus couch. You were cuddled up to his side while he had him arm draped around your shoulder. A position that you guys were usually found in. 

Tyler and Jenna were getting ready to go out and explore the city that you guys were currently in since the boys were on tour. 

“You guys coming with us?” Tyler asked us while putting on his black signature baseball cap. 

Josh was too engrossed in the show that was currently playing on the TV so I decided to answer him. 

“Nah,” I said while shaking my head. “We went exploring yesterday.” I told him. 

He just nodded at me. 

“Alright then, see you guys tonight then.” He said. And with that they were off and out the door. 

Once the door was closed I turned to Josh and tried to get his attention.

“Hey babe.” I said to him while standing up and looking around the bus. I was trying to see if we were the only ones left on the bus. Fortunately for us we were. I smiled at this.

“Were all alone.” I said to him with a smirk while sitting back down. Still no response. 

Geez, I thought, he must really like this show. Fine then, we were just gonna have to do it the hard way then. 

I sighed and crawled up onto his lap so I was now straddling him. Once I was on and comfortable I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in. My lips found their way to his neck and they immediately started to suck on his sweet spot, for sure leaving a hickey. 

After a couple of minutes went by I heard a small moan come from him. Perfect. I thought. I finally have his attention. I came back up from his neck and was met with his now lust filled eyes. 

“What was that for baby?” He asked me. His eyes full of curiosity and excitement.  His hands moved slightly and they placed themselves on my hips. 

I smirked at him. 

“Were all alone.” I stated to him, hoping that he would get the hint. “You know what that means?” I asked him suggestively, helping him out a little bit. 

“We can watch whatever we want on the TV without anybody getting mad?” He asked me while chuckling slightly. 

I however did not find this funny at all so I just glared at him.

“…Or we could make out…” I bluntly stated. 

He immediately stopped laughing and his eyes filled up with lust again. He slowly licked his lips. His hands started to move upwards on my body and he pulled on the hem of my t-shirt. 

“Take off your shirt.” 


A/N: Here it is! Finally lol. I’m so sorry it took this long. I was just really busy with life. I hope whoever requested this likes it:) I think it’s kinda cute. I also wanna thank you guys so much for your patience with me. I’ve been horrible at uploading recently but that should change since it’s summer now! Anyways I hope you like this! Requests are currently closed since I still have to write like four of them. lol. Have a great day/night wherever you are!I also don’t know if I will have anything up for Sunday cause I’m busy this weekend but I will try my hardest💕 

anonymous asked:

53 with AJ Styles, plz. 💟

#53- “Take off your shirt.” (AJ Styles) —> From this drabble list

Originally posted by tapemachinesarerolling

** Tags: ** @the-geekgoddes ; @llowkeys

           I stepped out the shower, dripping wet. I watched as AJ laid comfortable in the bedroom on his phone; zoned out, distracted. He hadn’t said a word since returning home four hours earlier.

           I slipped into one of his white t-shirts, which fell near my knee, on my short damp frame. I walked in the bedroom slowly glancing in AJ’s direction every few moments.

           “Damnit, sweetheart.” He whispered. I didn’t acknowledge him; not one word and not one sound.

           “So I’m guessing you’re still mad at me, huh?”

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anonymous asked:

53? Pls

53. Take off your shirt.

AU and totally OOC (Aaron as a masseuse wtf am I doing!) but I’ve spent the day at a spa so indulge me okay?


“Robert Sugden?”

It came from behind him, where he was sitting in the small waiting room of the resort’s Spa centre.

He’d been expecting a female voice, if he was honest, but he soon reminded himself to avoid stereotyping and to be just as comfortable with a man doing his massage.

He stood up and turned to signal his whereabouts to his therapist, struck immediately by the sight of the man standing by the reception desk, looking in his direction.

“Mr Sugden?” The man asked, holding his gaze, and Robert’s voice seemed to betray him as he failed to get the words out to confirm his identity.

It’s just that he wasn’t sure he could concentrate on anything with this man stood before him.

He might have been the most attractive man Robert had ever seen. His eyes were blue - bright blue, under the LED lights of the spa’s tranquil waiting room - and yet his features were dark and rugged; his hair cut short with a patch of fluffy curls styled minimally on top, and stubble covering the bottom half of his face. He looked slightly out of place in such a delicate setting - the spa being located at the quiet end of the island resort, set up in a wooden row of huts on stilts above the calming sea - and yet he looked confident in his surroundings in a way that only came with experience. 

Robert knew he was staring - knew he’d taken far too long letting his eyes linger up and down the man’s body, noticing the way his black uniform stretched over his muscular biceps - but Robert realised he couldn’t find it in himself to hold back.

“Follow me,” the man smirked back at him, knowingly, without Robert having to confirm who he was. He was the only male in the waiting area, and his therapist had clearly made a fair assumption.

Robert followed the man out of the reception and along the open air walkway above the sand below them, heading towards the therapy rooms; his eyes fixed on the man’s delectable behind the whole way.

He didn’t even realise he was licking his lips, until the man glanced back at him and he was forced to avert his gaze.

“I’m Aaron, by the way. I’ll be doing your massage today,” the man introduced himself as they took a turning into one of the therapy huts along the walkway.

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