beige chair

‘‘During the Thanksgiving holiday of 1990, Shari and I visited Jeff’s new apartment. We found it exceedingly neat and orderly. It was furnished sparsely, a beige couch and chair supplied by the landlord. The kitchen and living room were combined, and Jeff proudly opened his refrigerator door to display how clean it was inside. The only thing odd about the kitchen was that he had bought a freezer.

‘‘Why’d you buy that?’‘ I asked.

‘‘To save money,’‘ Jeff answered. ‘‘When there’s a sale, I can stock up on things.’‘

If anything, this struck me as a sensible idea, and I continued on my tour. A short corridor led to the bathroom and bedroom, and it was cut off from the living room by a sliding door. Jeff had put a lock on that door, as if to seal it off completely.

‘‘Why the lock?’‘ I asked.

‘‘Just to make it safer,’‘ Jeff answered. ‘‘Against burglars.’‘

We all walked through the corridor and into the bedroom. There were a couple of black floor lamps, a television, and a computer.

‘‘It looks good, Jeff,’‘ I said.

He smiled proudly. On the way back to the living room, Shari stepped into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain. Two black towels hung neatly over a spotless bathtub.

A month later, during the Christmas holidays, I returned to Jeff’s apartment a second time. Dave had come to West Allis with me this time, and I wanted to show him Jeff’s apartment. Jeff walked us both through the apartment, and it appeared more or less unchanged from my first visit, except for the elaborate security system he’d set up for his protection. There was a camera mounted above the door and a host of alarms which, Jeff said, would make an ‘’earth-shattering’’ sound should someone break into the apartment.

‘‘You’ve got a lot of security,’‘ I told him.

He seemed to cast about for an explanation.

‘‘Well,’‘ he said finally, ‘‘there are a lot of robberies around here, and I don’t want anyone to break in.’‘  

- Lionel Dahmer, from A Father’s Story.

London Calling – A Taylor/Joe Short Story

 

She moves her gaze around the room, stopping at each piece of furniture, each item, to examine it. Her vision grazes over the soft beige chair in the far corner, the fringed teal throw resting upon it.  Then the matching couch and loveseat, each bathed with what she believes is an absorbanent amount of teal and brown throw pillows.  

There’s a picture on the wall.  A painting actually.  One she’s never seen before.  The London tower, brushed in beiges, browns and creams to match the prevailing theme in the room.  She imagines that Erica likely found it at an estate sale, recalling her conversation with her assistant four days before where Erica had enthusiastically told her about her newest London adventure.  You wouldn’t believe the stuff I’ve found, she squealed, causing Taylor to smile.

There’s a piano to her left, pictures of her family and friends already sitting atop it. And within the shelves of the wall behind it rest neatly lined books, her books, ones that she asked her mom to box up from her New York City apartment.  And then there are the two fluffy pillow beds, placed against the wall nearest the piano.  Olivia and Meredith, the bright teal stitching reads across the front.

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19) I will not be your “sometimes”. This request is from this prompt list.

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You’ve had no word from him all day. Your boyfriend has been apparently at the studio for the whole day, pouring out his heart into music he’s creating. All you would like is just one text, one call: just a message that lets you know he’s okay, loves you and he will see you soon. But you have nothing and you don’t know how much more of this you can take.

Things haven’t been good between you two lately, and it feels like you are the only one to acknowledge it. Shawn has been your boyfriend for nearly 2 years now, but right now everything feels distant and cold. It feels like you don’t know him anymore, and he’s a changed person with the life he leads now and his career. He can’t see it though, which is the hardest part of it all.

He only wants you sometimes. In times where he wants to feel loved, he comes back and gives you a lot more attention in the hope to get the same back and more. It feels like you’re being used and discarded whenever it pleases him. Apart from that, he is always away from you - and that creates a silence.

You completely understand that he’s busy and your lives couldn’t be more different. What hurts the most is that he only seems to remember you even exist when you call or message him. If you don’t, then an entire day could pass without word from him. Sometimes it feels like an invisibility cloak has been chucked over you, and you’re trapped underneath struggling to be seen.

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FBI!Shawn: Chapter 2

A/N: I may be late to Spooky week but it’ll go ahead as planned, so to start it off is this very long awaited next chapter to FBI!Shawn. I really really hope you guys love this as much as i do. Feedback is really appriciated. 
WARNINGS: Tones of abuse. 

It had been 48 hours since Shawn had met Jane Doe and everything about her was still a mystery to the promising young agent. 
“Shawn, please, you’ve got to help me…” the helplessness in her voice had been ringing in his ears like a dull ache and nothing could drown it out, there was just something about her. He had flashbacks so bright it burned, his head filled with visions of crossed strings connecting the dots trying to somehow come to some conclusion on the case but how could he when he didn’t have all the information?

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Such A Tease | OT7 Scenarios

Originally posted by teenagehopless


Genre: Tease, lot of angst, heavy fluff and smut

Pairing: Jimin + Reader

Word Count: 5.5 K

Summary: Jimin proposes a sex ban till the day of your honeymoon which results in your endless teasing and sexual advances, only to amount to a very steamy honeymoon night.

KSJ | MY | JH | KNJ | PJM | KTH | JJK


  It was getting harder by the minute for Jimin to control himself. Shifting in place on the white chaise lounge in the dress shop, he had immediately noticed the heavy décor of the polished shop called the Wedding Factory, with the glow from the pave chandeliers bouncing off the burgundy carpet trail when he had come through the glass doors with his arm around your waist. Your wedding was coming in 2 weeks and you still hadn’t managed to find the perfect dress for your wedding reception. You giggled to yourself whilst you were in the changing room, putting on the next number which Jimin, sitting outside, was hoping was the last one that would do the trick. It was funny, you had thought, that you managed to find a wedding dress much earlier than your wedding receptions’. Wasn’t it always the other way around? Jimin heard you giggling and sat upright from lying down on the lounge and asked with hope laced in his voice.

 “You’re giggling. Is this the one?” He asks, combing his fingers through his hair whilst looking into the mirror hanging on the wall.

 “No, but it’s the one for you.” You said a bit louder so he could hear over the locked door between the both of you.

“For me? Please don’t tell me you’ve been trying on suits for fun baby because my ass hurts from sitting here for the past three hours.” Jimin breathed out, trying to not sound the slightest bit frustrated. He knew that despite planning the wedding reception to be attended by only immediate family members and close friends, you still wanted to have a dress you loved and he respected that because well, he loves you.

“Aw, is Jimin tired?” You cooed and behind your changing room door Jimin laid back again. You took one long look at the dress you were wearing and smirked. Definitely for you, you thought to yourself. You had to admit that whilst trying to find the dress for reception, you started trying on other outfits like cocktail dresses or even just lingerie. You’ve never had that much of a lingerie collection to choose from before because you rarely bought any and Jimin never pressured you because he hadn’t cared about what you were wearing during the numerous time you both had gone back home with your hands all over each other, touching places where it wasn’t appropriate for the public eye. But this time you wanted to have your own collection, not to just feel sexy in but also to make Jimin squirm and you knew he would.

  You also wanted to get back at Jimin for what he proposed the week earlier. It came as a surprise to you when he had sat you down one day to tell you that he felt that it was only right for you both to not engage in any sex till the honeymoon, to be focused on the other parts of your relationship and bask in that. You had agreed, much to the disapproval for the ache in your stomach, because you knew he meant well. But you were needy and you felt like it would be fun to tease him and get his reaction.

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the interplay that happened with Andy and Lucy about which chair to get (the beige plaid or the red/yellow plaid) was phenomenal because you can tell that they know and love each other so consummately that they literally have to create small conflicts between them or else they would just agree on stuff right away because that’s how they work

so they have this whole opera of “which chair should we purchase” that they act out, knowing full well that the plaid chair is the perfect chair for wherever it’s going in their house and the back’n’forth is an entertaining formality, akin to cats playing with their prey before making a killing blow

like did u really think lucy moran brennan was gonna buy a beige chair. did u.

Such A Tease | OT7 Scenarios

Originally posted by jinje-reactions


Genre: Tease, lot of angst, heavy fluff and smut

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Word Count: 5.5 K

Summary: Yoongi proposes a sex ban till the day of your honeymoon which results in your endless teasing and sexual advances, only to amount to a very steamy honeymoon night.

KSJ | MY | JH | KNJ | PJM | KTH | JJK


  It was getting harder by the minute for Yoongi to control himself. Shifting in place on the white chaise lounge in the dress shop, he had immediately noticed the heavy décor of the polished shop called the Wedding Factory, with the glow from the pave chandeliers bouncing off the burgundy carpet trail when he had come through the glass doors with his arm around your waist. Your wedding was coming in 2 weeks and you still hadn’t managed to find the perfect dress for your wedding reception. You giggled to yourself whilst you were in the changing room, putting on the next number which Yoongi, sitting outside, was hoping was the last one that would do the trick. It was funny, you had thought, that you managed to find a wedding dress much earlier than your wedding receptions’. Wasn’t it always the other way around? Yoongi heard you giggling and sat upright from lying down on the lounge and asked with hope laced in his voice.

 “You’re giggling. Is this the one?” He asks, combing his fingers through his hair whilst looking into the mirror hanging on the wall.

 “No, but it’s the one for you.” You said a bit louder so he could hear over the locked door between the both of you.

“For me? Please don’t tell me you’ve been trying on suits for fun baby because my ass hurts from sitting here for the past three hours.” Yoongi breathed out, trying to not sound the slightest bit frustrated. He knew that despite planning the wedding reception to be attended by only immediate family members and close friends, you still wanted to have a dress you loved and he respected that because well, he loves you.

“Aw, is Yoongi tired?” You cooed and behind your changing room door Yoongi laid back again. You took one long look at the dress you were wearing and smirked. Definitely for you, you thought to yourself. You had to admit that whilst trying to find the dress for reception, you started trying on other outfits like cocktail dresses or even just lingerie. You’ve never had that much of a lingerie collection to choose from before because you rarely bought any and Yoongi never pressured you because he hadn’t cared about what you were wearing during the numerous time you both had gone back home with your hands all over each other, touching places where it wasn’t appropriate for the public eye. But this time you wanted to have your own collection, not to just feel sexy in but also to make Yoongi squirm and you knew he would.

  You also wanted to get back at Yoongi for what he proposed the week earlier. It came as a surprise to you when he had sat you down one day to tell you that he felt that it was only right for you both to not engage in any sex till the honeymoon, to be focused on the other parts of your relationship and bask in that. You had agreed, much to the disapproval for the ache in your stomach, because you knew he meant well. But you were needy and you felt like it would be fun to tease him and get his reaction.

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