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“I need a place to stay.” Fp Jones x Reader

TITLE - “I need a place to stay.”
WARNINGS - Swearing, Sexual Scenes, Blood.
WORD COUNT - 2,686
A/N - So I couldn’t kind of get this idea out of my head and after such an overwhelming response for little ol’ me on my last one shot, I just knew I had to post another. This is one of my favourites. So I really hope you like it. Let’s just say things get kind of hot…


Slamming the door loudly and in distress, you stormed down the metal steps and down onto the dirt below. You were furious right now. Your whole body was shaking with the adrenaline that was circling around your body. You couldn’t even see anything but red. And that wasn’t just from the blood that was dripping down from the forehead.

You couldn’t believe what had happened tonight. Actually you could. Because it was a disaster waiting to happen. Like a volcano waiting to erupt and it did tonight. The explosion had just occurred right in front of your very eyes and you were cut up in the cross fire.

Bringing your head up to the sky, almost to ground yourself back down from the anger, you saw the darkness above. Almost similiar to the one in your body right now. But this one had large gloomy clouds covering it, the heavy rain now starting to lash down covering the floor below, just as much as the ones in your eyes wanted to do.

But you couldn’t do that here. You couldn’t break down the way you wanted to out here in the open. You had to go to the only place you could seek refuge for the rest of the night.

Shaking your head, you took a deep breathe and began your journey across the park, your eyes staring intently ahead, trying to ignore the rain splashing around you, as well as any watchful gazes from those who were still up and out, even in the early hours of the morning.

Once you reached your destination, your hands gripped around the metal railing and you forced your muddy covered boots up the steps to the front door. Bringing your bloody fist up to the door, you winced as you knocked on it a few times, hoping they were home and would be able to help.

Because you needed them. Maybe way more than you knew you did. But still. You needed him.

Within a matter of moments, the door to the trailer opened up quickly and an irritated looking man stood behind it, but once he saw it was you stood there, clothes drenched from the rain, blood covering several parts of your body and a look of desperation on your face, it softened.

“I need a place to say.” You told him, your voice soft and your words more of a demand than a suggestion.

Stepping away from the door, Fp allowed you to come inside, not even wanting an explanation as to why, because even just seeing you in this state was enough to make him want to bring you inside and help you through whatever was going on.

But he had a good idea what had caused her so much sorrow tonight.
Coming into the trailer, you went straight over to the cool box in the living room and brought a beer out. Quickly you snapped the lid off of the bottle and took a large swig from the liquid, whilst Fp stood against the side of the wall watching you curiously.

You avoided his eyes on you as you came and took a seat down on the couch, your hands still shaking and your breathing heavy, but now you could just sit down and chill out for a moment, in the safety of this mans home, you knew you would be in a better place soon.

Fp left you for a moment by yourself, you presumed to let you have a moment to calm down, but when he came back through with first aid kit, you knew what was going to come next. It wasn’t just going to be him healing your physical wounds, he would want to know the rawness you felt inside too.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” He asked as he came over to you.

You shrugged your shoulders at him, “Depends what you want to hear.”

“The truth would be a good start.” Fp bent down in front of you, before he laid the box down on the table behind and opened it up.

“Let’s just say the destruction we all knew what was waiting to happen did finally happen tonight.” You kept your answer brief.

Fp raised his brows up at you slightly, as he brought out some rubbing alcohol to clean your wounds, “You talking about your sister-in-law?”

“Yeah, that bitch.” You grumbled, before taking another swig out of your beer as Fp took hold of your wrist.

“Your brother find out about the affair?” He began to dap the cuts on your knuckles lightly with some cotton, but even that caused you to wince and stop drinking your beer.

Fp rolled his eyes to look at you after hearing your sudden reaction to what he was doing, it wouldn’t have been the first time his touch had sent you over the edge, but that was a story for another time.

“Yep,” You rubbed your lips together uneasily, from both the memories of the last couple of hours, but also from the stinging on your skin, “he saw it with his own two eyes down at the Whyte Worm.”

“And how did he react?” Fp then questioned, before he went to change the cotton for the next wound.

“How do you think he reacted?” You spat back at him, not aiming your anger towards him, but at this whole messy situation, “he was pissed, Fp. He flipped. I flipped.”

“I can see that.” He couldn’t help but smirk, as he brought his face up to meet with yours.

You rolled your eyes at his amusement towards your choice of retaliation, about to go take another sip from your beer, when you suddenly felt his fingers graze the top of your forehead, brushing a few strands of your hair away from your face and your gaze fell straight onto his.

Looking back at him, you felt your stomach drop slightly at his touch on you, his fingers so light and gentle on your face, the last time they had been like that had been many weeks ago, things hadn’t been this close between you two for a long time and it felt just as good as it always did.

But this time it was different. So different. So much had happened.

Noticing your reaction to what he did, Fp tried to ignore the tension now rising in the room and went back to caring for your wounds, as he dabbed the cut on your forehead, where your sister-in-law had thrown a glass at you and it had just skimmed across your skin before crashing into the wall behind.

Swallowing away the lump that had formed in your throat, you cleared it quickly and went back to retelling the story, “She followed us back here. She tried to get him to forgive her and take her back. And I’m sure at one point he was going to, until I stepped in and told her to go, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer..”

Fp finished cleaning the wound, before he leant over and took some gauze tape out of the box, before he began to stick it over the cut on your forehead, wanting to make sure you would heal nicely, both on the outside and in, so he just let you continue on.

“So I tried to drag her out of the trailer, but she just wouldn’t leave, so my brother stepped in, but even his attempts failed, because everytime she kept coming back and trying to worm her way back into his head,” You explained further, as you leant across to put your half drunken beer on the table,

But Fp took it back off and took a swig out of himself, this story enough to make anyone wanting to drink away the drama, but also because he couldn’t deal with this sexual atmosphere that was still lingering in the background at such a serious time.

He wasn’t even sure you felt it too.

But you could. And you did feel it. So very much. It was so strong.

“And I just lost it,” You said as Fp’s eyes came back onto you and his eyes trailed down to the blood that was seeping through your t-shirt, specks of it peeking out the top round the neckline on your skin, so close to where your chest and cleavage were,

And there was that tension, it grew more and more, with just a simple look.

“I-i-i just flipped….”

You found yourself now lost for words, as your eyes met with his once more, your chest tightened and your stomach began to churn with excitement and nerves, the way Fp was looking at you was sending you over the edge.

This man. He made you forget everything. He made you feel so alive even in the dark. Fp jones had you so good.

“I..” Fp even found himself struggling to form a sentence, before he cleared his own throat huskily, “w-what happened there?”

“Uh,” Your gaze dropped down to your chest, where Fp’s own kept moving from your face and to this area of your body, before you confessed what else happened  "that’s not my blood. It’s hers.“

Fp couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, whether it was a nervous one or just one of humour to hear this, "What? What did you do to her?”

“Don’t worry she’s still alive and walking, I mean, just about anyway…” You explained with a small smirk, as you stood up and shrugged yourself out of your leather biker jacket, “I could have done a lot worse.”

“Not a doubt in my mind.” He smirked, as he watched you walk round and headed over to the kitchen.

“Do you think I could borrow a shirt? I mean, I’ll give it back, but I don’t fancy having that snakes blood on my body for a second more.” You said, as you daringly took off your t-shirt to reveal your red lacy bra.

Fp’s eyes lit up slightly to see you stood there, bloody shirt in one hand, the other on your hip, the lacy garment covering your chest, but Fp knew what was behind there, and you knew how teasing this would be for him, but it made all more fun and you needed some fun.

“I take that as a yes.” You spun round on your hip and began to walk through to his room, when you felt his hands quickly wrap around your waist and stop you from moving any further.

Your breath hitched in your throat at his large and warm hands on your body again, his skin touching your own, for the first time in a long time and it felt so damn good to feel it again, it sent shivers to erupt over your skin and this time round, Fp knew what he was doing to you.

“You might have not killed that girl tonight,” He whispered huskily in your ear from behind you, as your teeth grazed against your bottom lip, trying to fight off the uncontrollable smile that was going to plaster all over your face, “but you’re definitely killing me..”

Slowly spinning round to face Fp, your gently laid your hands down on the black t-shirt that covered his chest and looked up at his face, his frame towering over your slightly, “Fp Jones, I thought we agreed..”

“Screw the agreement,” He hissed back at you, looking around your whole face with a smile, “I’m glad you came here, (y/n).”

“Me too.” You smiled back.

A few weeks ago, well many weeks ago, after the last time you had given into the feelings you two had discovered you shared for each other, you had agreed to stay away from each other to try let things simmer out.

Fp was still married to Glady Jones, his wife and he had two children, a son and a daughter, who were still kids. It wasn’t fair on them to rip the family apart more than it already had been. And you respected them all enough to stay away.

But tonight had been so different and hard not to run back to Fp. He had promised to be there for you when you needed him. The same way you told him you would be there when he was ready.

Yet things had happened tonight. And there was no way you wanted to wait a second longer. It had put too much in perspective. You wanted to be with Fp Jones. You needed to be.

Letting go of you, Fp took off the black and white plaid shirt that was covering his upper body and handed it over to you. You went to take it from him, wanting to put it on and wear his shirt, when he moved it away stopping you doing so.

Frowning back at him in confusion, Fp shook his head with a small chuckle, “not yet. We still need to finish cleaning you up first.”

Without even giving you a chance to respond and question him, Fp quickly picked you up and held you high with his hands on the backs of your thighs, your hands came around his neck as you giggled helplessly.

He lowered your body slightly, so your face came into the same level his, before he leaned a little closer, your faces inches apart, as you sighed and felt the tension rise once more. Your eyes teasingly flickered from his eyes down to his lips, wanting to test the water and see if this was what he truly wanted tonight.

Because this was what you wanted. This was what you needed more than anything.

Catching your gaze with his own, Fp broke the gap between the two of you and kissed you, gently and slowly at first, but as he felt you sigh into the kiss and pull him closer, he turned up the heat and embraced you passionately.

Carrying your body and his own out of the kitchen, Fp went over to his bathroom and pulled open the door, he began to take off his shoes as he continued to kiss you, and you kissed him back just as hard, your hands tangling round the back of you, were you took off your bra and let it slide down onto the floor below.

Pulling out of the kiss, Fp grinned back at you as you did the same, before moving your lips onto his jaw, kissing along his stubble as your fingers played with the hairs on the back of his neck, knowing it would send him over the edge as he struggled to turn on the shower beside the two of you.

Once the water was on and working, Fp carefully stood your body back down onto the floor, as you slipped out of your own shoes, whilst he began to take off his pants. You couldn’t help but step back over to him, stopping him from going any further and instead you began to take off his shirt.

The garment dropped to the floor seconds later, before your hands trailed down from his smooth chest and onto his stomach, one of your favourite parts of his whole body, the way it felt up against your own naked body was one of the most comforting things.

Breaking that space between the two of you again, you kissed Fp strongly before you motioned him towards the shower cubicle. Not wanting to waste another moment, Fp picked you back up and stepped under the water with you.

Just like the rain that was crashing down outside. The water collided with your bodies, the two of you still stood in your jeans, but your bare chest exposed and touching, as Fp brought you to your feet again.

The kiss never breaking, not even once, as the water began to wash away the drama of that night, making way for the sun that would rise in the morning, one that was full of warmth and security in the only place you wanted to stay, where Fp also wanted you to stay.

The Labyrinth Chapter 16

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU
Pairing: Reader/Jimin
Length: 1.7k
Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8 Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17

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Not only does Lizzie love to get down and dirty at the skate park, but she also loves getting gritty with DIY projects. At US Open, we challenged Lizzie to transform a T-shirt with only a pair of scissors, and within minutes she made this rad shredded sleeve top. From jeans to shoes, we’re all about that deconstructed edgy look, so you can bet we’ll be making our own DIY Shredded T soon! Get the step-by-step instructions below.

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Theories on the costumes for Beauty and the Beast (2017)

So, being a historical costume nerd as well as a Beauty and the Beast super-fan, I naturally was exultant when the first teaser trailer came out for the live action Beauty and the Beast.

Being a costume nerd (and cosplayer, I might add) came with the early decision that when the film came out I would be dressed to the nines in Belle’s ball gown for the night of the premiere. Now, not knowing what exactly Belle’s ball gown would look like led me to great distress, especially after reading the extremely vague accounts of people who attended the D23 expo last August.

With the release of the teaser trailer, two things led me to believe that the costumes (as well as the general styling of the film) were most heavily influenced by 18th century aesthetics, which I will discuss here. The first being the portrait showing the Prince and his parents, dressed in extravagant court uniforms that appear to be early 18th century styles. Focusing mainly on the Queen, her bodice seems to be shaped and adorned similarly to early 18th century court fashions.

One extant (surviving) example from the time period is a Swedish court gown from 1766 which has a 17th century shaping to the bodice and sleeve decoration similar to 18th century court dress. When examined closely, it appears that the sleeve decoration on the Queen’s gown is vaguely similar to that of the real life example.

Going based off of this, later in the trailer when we see Belle’s torso (unfocused) in the background of the rose, her neckline is shaped similarly to later 18th century round gowns, and although it is difficult to make out, the shaped of her bodice may also fit the conical silhouette of the 17th and 18th centuries. In the image below, I have outlined the neckline and my theorized shape of the bodice in red.

(Because of the blurriness of the background, it is difficult to determine the true shape of Belle’s bodice, so this is just one possibility)

Below I have images of a (reproduction) 1780s style corset and an extant example of a round gown, to illustrate the shape and silhouette I believe that Belle’s costumes may have. Note the inverted conical shape of the corset, and the rounded neckline of both the corset and the gown.

Finally, today there were still revealed that showed concept art of Lumiere and Cogsworth, as well as a B-roll image of the inside of the Tavern, where Gaston and Lefou as well as many extras can be seen. While many of the people in the photo are moving, a few characters are still and much can be seen by their costumes. There are two major indicators that I believe confirm my theory that the overall styling of the film will be inspired by 18th century fashion. These are: Gaston’s coat, which is very obviously inspired by 18th century fashion, and the other men in the image, many of which are wearing knee breeches and waistcoats, which is an iconic style of men’s dress form the 18th century.

Finally, while many of the women are in motion and blurred, or far from the camera and difficult to make out, it is possible that they too are dressed in styles influenced by the 18th century as well as wearing conical stays to provide an 18th century silhouette.

“Don’t Cry” - Jay Park

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When Jay got the phone call from your best friend, he became the fastest driver in the world giving Dominic Toretto a run for his money. Kiseok promised to take care of everything in the office and quite frankly at this point, Jay didn’t care. The only thing on his mind was you and his imagination was racing ahead of him to the worst scenarios that had his feet pressing further on the accelerator.

You were wearing the godawful blue hospital gown, sitting up on the bed as you flicked through the TV channels, bored out of your mind.  If Jay didn’t show up in record time, rushing to your side, you would have died of boredom.

“Are you okay? What the fuck happened?” He wanted nothing but to you hold you in his arms and keep you safe but the cast on your arm and the patch on your head had him second guessing. Somehow he knew that his touch would cause more pain than comfort.

“I’m fine. Minor injuries, a few broken bones and bruises no big deal.” You were quick to placate him, extending your good arm and interlocking your fingers with his. “Now I can get Soo Hyun to sign the stupid discharge papers so we can get the hell out of here.”

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I don’t understand not seeing everybody as beautiful. I mean no disrespect whatsoever; I understand people are attracted to different things. But I’m ace, and I see everyone as beautiful.

Narrow little hips and big thick hips. Slender thighs that never touch, thick thighs that always touch, round knobby knees and soft lumpy knees and chubby little hands and feet. Broad, muscley shoulders and little waists; narrow shoulders and broad waists. 

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i typically shop at forever21, wet seal, and charlotte russe so if you have those stores nearby i suggest looking there

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Chicnova - if you’re into more of the street fashion type of clothes then

Keutokki - super cheap + free shipping (12% discount code: molangg)

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  • Bear Hoodie $24 $22.80 with discount code + $2 shipping

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ALSO if you want to keep your legs warm but you find jeans uncomfortable i suggest looking at Sandysshop because it’s one of my favorite stores with an endless supply of the cutest tights and stockings o u o (10% discount code: molangg)

Hidden pt 13

Only one more part to go after this…! Hopefully you like it! i apologize if the story seems to be dragging along :D  

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CHAPTER 13

 

She still didn’t know how she was going to pull tonight off, the crowd was buzzing in their seats and the acts that she is about to follow were just remarkable. She was the only solo singer of the night; all eyes would be on her as she tries not to choke. She still hasn’t talked Finn since the Archie debacle, he had stayed late in the studio, crawling into bed past 3am and she was out the door for school before he woke. She knew that he was going to be here tonight, that he could be someone that she could focus on in the audience or maybe everyone might just concentrate on him and not even worry about her piss poor performance to come.

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