but what is on your shirt

Not What They Expected

Anonymous asked: Hi! I really like your stories! Can you do a Spencer x reader where they’re secretly dating and they “spend the night together”, the team go to his place and she answers the door in his shirt or something like that??

“I’m kind of worried about Spencer,” JJ said. 

“Why?” Penelope asked, looking around the room for said genius. “Is he not here?”

“No,” JJ replied, glancing over at Spencer’s empty desk. “He texted to say he was taking the day off since we don’t have a case. They both looked over at the pile of paperwork on Spencer’s desk. It was odd for him to leave work unfinished. 

“I texted him back,” JJ continues, “to ask him if everything was okay. He never answered me.”

“That’s unlike him,” Emily chimed in. “Do you think someone should go and check on him?” 

The three of them looked at each other for a moment. 

“Maybe we should,” JJ said finally, reaching for her coat. “Emily, you coming?” Emily nodded her head affirmatively. 

“Where are you guys going?” Morgan asked. 

“We’re going to check on Reid,” Emily replied. Morgan frowned. 

“Why? What’s wrong?” he asked. They explained the situation to him and Morgan reached for his coat as well. 

“I’ll go with you,” he said. 

I was snuggled up close to Spencer, his warm, bare skin pressed against mine. I looked up at him, his eyes closed and his lashes brushing up against his cheeks. He looked so peaceful in the morning light. Spencer had always been so reserved and shy, but our first night together had been way more than I had expected. We certainly hadn’t planned on staying up all night, but before we knew what had happened, the sun was rising over the horizon. Spencer had texted to let his colleagues know that he wouldn’t be in to work, and then he had fallen asleep. 

As for me, I was too exhilarated by our first night together to sleep. Spencer and I had been dating for six months, and we’d spent countless nights crashing at each other’s houses, even sleeping in the same bed after watching a bunch of movies or losing track of time because we were lost in conversation. I’d been happy with that, but even happier with how the night before had turned out. Spencer mumbled in his sleep and snuggled closer to me. I smiled slightly at him, and I was lost in thought when a sharp, distant rap on the door. I didn’t want to wake Spencer if I didn’t have to, so I quickly slipped out of bed and pulled on the first thing I saw. It was one of Spencer’s thin, threadbare tee shirts, soft from wear. I glanced back at Spencer, and then headed for the door. There was another knock, and when I opened it, there were three people on the other side, all of whom stared at me as if I had grown a second head. 

“Hi,” I said. “Can I help you?”

“Um, uh,” stammered the blonde. She looked between me and the others with her. 

“Who are you?” asked the dark-haired woman. 

“I’m (Y/N),” I replied. “Are you here for Spencer? He’s asleep right now.” 

“Yeah, we are here for Spencer,” answered the man who was with them. “Sorry, I still don’t understand. Is that Reid’s shirt?” he asked. I glanced down and nodded. 

“Yeah,” I replied. “Do you guys work with Spence?” 

They all nodded, and suddenly everything made sense. Spencer had told me he didn’t want his team to know about us yet, but neither of us had ever imagined they would show up at the door. 

“I’m his girlfriend,” I began, and then turned at the sound of footsteps behind me. Spencer was standing there, staring at me in his tee shirt, and his team past me in the hallway. 

“Spencer,” said the blonde. “Hi.” 

“Um, hi…” Spencer said slowly, approaching us. He came to stand behind me, one long-fingered hand resting on my shoulder. 

“What are you guys doing here?” he asked. 

“We were concerned about you,” came the answer from the dark-haired woman. “You didn’t answer JJ’s text, and it’s unlike you to stay home from work, even if we don’t have a case,” she explained. I felt Spencer soften slightly behind me. 

“Thanks, guys, but I’m fine,” he said. Glancing at me, he added, “Obviously.” 

“We’re really sorry, Spence,” giggled the blonde. “But, now that we’re here, you want to introduce us?” 

Spencer smiled slightly. 

“(Y/N), this is Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, or JJ, and Emily Prentiss. Guys, this is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), my girlfriend,” he said. 

“It’s really nice to meet you guys,” I said. “Although this isn’t exactly how I would have chosen to do it.” 

“Well, I guess we learned our lesson about messing around in Reid’s business,” Emily remarked. 

“Well, I can tell you one thing,” Derek began with a grin in Spencer’s direction, “Garcia is going to have a field day with this one.” 

Your Desk is a Mess Part 7

Summary: In which Y/N gradually (and awkwardly) spends a lot more time with her office mate than she bargained for (Office AU).

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Originally posted by yalica

Part Seven

Seven o’clock on the dot, you heard someone knocking on your front door. You went to open it, only to stare at the man in front of you in surprise.

“Hey,” Steve said, smiling. 

He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and you realised you’d never seen him without a suit on. Which meant that you’d also never seen the massive muscles in his arms.

You snapped back into reality.

“Hey,” you said, grinning. 

You opened the door and gestured for him to come in.

He stepped inside and looked around your flat as you closed your door.

“What’s going on here?” he asked, an amused smile on his lips. 

Your flat, cramped enough as it was, was currently filled with cardboard boxes, plastic sheets, and tools.

“Oh, the, uh… the bathroom’s getting redone,” you explained. “Something to do with the plumbing.”

He chuckled.

“You really don’t have the best of luck, do you?”

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Honeymoon (M)

 I’m really shit at naming things, opps! ^^

Request-Hey sweet pea! I would like to request a namjoon smut about your (wedding?) honeymoon with him! Please and thank you! Love youuuuu! 

Here’s the first of many Namjoon smuts to come hahaha. 


This scenario contains and sexual and mature themes. You have been warned! 

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When arranging your wedding you were so caught up in organising everything and everyone, that you had completely forgotten about the honeymoon until the after party of your wedding. You had spent mouths upon months making it yours and Namjoon’s dream wedding and you forgot the honeymoon. You look over at your Husband saying goodbye to guests. He looked so handsome, wearing black slacks, a dress shirt with rolled up selves, his hair parted and a few of the buttons on the dress shirt were undone. He was amazing, and you got to wake up to him every morning. 

“Baby, whats wrong? Your face looks stressed.” Namjoon comments pulling you into a back hug, his chin resting on your shoulder. 

“I forgot to organise a honeymoon, I’m sorry baby. I know you booked the next few weeks off work for it.” You tell him sadly, playing with his fingers. He chuckles into your ear. “What are you laughing about this isn’t funny!” You elbow him in the stomach, pushing him away from you. You glare at his smirking face. 

“I planned the honeymoon, baby. I knew you were stressed with work and planning everything and making sure your parents and mine were comfortable staying in hotels. So i arranged, with the help of Yoongi.” 

“You did that for me?” You can’t help the huge smile on your lips. You jump forward hugging him, tightly. 

“Of course I did it for you. Who else would I do it for? You’re my wife.” You smile against his chest, you loved being called his wife. 

“Where are we going?” You pull away from his enough to look at his dimples. 

“(insert country you would like to go for your honeymoon)” He smiles down at you, making you hug him tighter. 

To your surprise Namjoon had packed your bags, all you had to do was change into something more comfortable for the flight. You slept for most of it, holding Namjoon’s hand. He woke you when the flight was over, there was a car waiting to take you to a villa. Namjoon said he wanted it to be more private for you both, meaning he was going to make you scream a lot this holiday. 

It was a cute wee villa, right beside the sea, it had an gorgeous view of the whole town. Namjoon carried the bags into the bedroom. Which had a huge bed, with big fluffy white sheets. It was surreal. Namjoon set the bags down, he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and throwing you on the bed with him. You both fell deep into the plush sheets, it was blissful. 

“Do you like it, baby?” He asked, running his hand throw your hair. 

“I love it, thank you so much.” 

“You don’t need to thank me for this, it was-” You stop him talking, by pressing your lips to his. 

“I’m not thanking you fro this, well I am, but I’m thanking you for everything, for being with me. And for making me the happiest women on the planet.” You bury your face in his neck to hid your flushed cheeks. Namjoon hugs you tightly chuckling. 

“Baby, you’ve made me the happiest man in the universe.” 

“Always gotta one up me.” You huff. 

“Of course.” Namjoon reconnects his lips with yours, you both start to move your lips against each other. It slow, loving and sensual. You loved how much love you could feel vibrating off him. He rolls so hes hovering over you, he swipes his tongue over your bottom lip, you instantly part your lips allowing him to dominate your mouth. 

You moan, as he starts to roll his hips into yours. You run your hands through his hair, playing his the strands between your fingers, giving it a bit of a tug. His hands travel to the hem of your t-shirt hoisting it up, you lift your back off the bed to help him take your top off, throwing it behind him. He cups your breasts through your bra, leaning down to mark your chest with blue and purple marks. 

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He comments, leaning back to take his shirt off, giving you a chance to run your hands up his toned torso. Your hands lead down to his belt buckle, you unbuckle it and open his trousers pushing them down his legs along with his boxers. “Someones eager.” He smirks at you, before he gets off the bed to kick off his trousers, you unclasp your bra, throwing it on the floor. 

“It’s not really my fault though. My husbands just so sexy.” You retort, he climbs back on the bed, pulling your trousers and panties down. The cold air hinting your wetness, you shiver. 

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” Namjoon moves between your legs, leaning down to kiss your thighs. He slowly inches closer and closer. 

“Joonie, please.” You cry, wanting him to relieve your arousal. He does, kissing your mound, he starts to kitten lick your pussy. “That feels so good, please I need more.” You gasp out, he pumps one ginger into your throbbing core, still licking and sucking on your clit, he adds a second finger. Hes pumping you faster and faster, making your a moaning mess calling out his name, as you start to reach your orgasm. Your happy little orgasm is short lived when Namjoon stops. 

“Why you gotta be like this?” You pant out, frustrated with him denying your orgasm, like he has many times before. He smirks at your, pulling your legs wider for him to place his hips against yours, his arms on either side of your head. Hes looking into your eyes, leaning down to kiss your nose. 

“I want us to cum together for the first time as a married couple.” 

“That’s so sweet, Joonie.” You pinch his cheek. He slowly pushes into your dripping core. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” Namjoon gives you a moment to adjust, before he starts to slowly pump in and out of your pussy. He grabs your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours, holding them above your head. Namjoon rolls his hips into yours hard and slow. 

“Namjoon, just there. Fuck!” You moan out, as he continues to hint your g-spot again and again. You wrap your legs around his waist, as he continues to roll his hips into yours. 

“God, I love having your wrapped around me, baby.” Namjoon leans down to capture his lips with yours, you can feel your high approaches, you bite down on his lip. 

“I’m g-gonna cum.” 

“Cum for me baby.” Namjoon says picking up his pace to ride out your high. 

“Fuck.” You curse as your orgasm rakes through your body, you clasp onto Namjoon hands tighter, digging your nails into his skin. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, uh I’m gonna cum.” Namjoon pants into your ear. He rides out both of your highs, before clapsing on top of you. Hes breathing is heavy, your run your hands through his hair to comfort him. 

“I love you.” You whisper against is head, giving him a small kiss. You can feel him smiling against your chest, he holds you closer to him. 

“I love you too, baby.” 

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Ladrien June Day 27 - “Can you sign my abs?”

“You’re pretty much my celebrity crush,” Adrien said, lounging on the bed, running his fingers through Ladybug’s hair.

“Oh?” asked Ladybug, giggling.


“What’s it like to hang out with your celebrity crush?” She asked, as if he wasn’t also her celebrity crush.

“Pretty great.” He kissed her neck.

“Do you want anything from your celebrity crush?” She raised her eyebrows suggestively.

“There is one thing I want.” He smiled flirtatiously.


“Can you sign my abs?” He lifted his shirt, laughing at her incredulous face.

london day with tom

headcanon for london day with soft, curly haired tom!

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  • mornings with tom are so different to wherever you are
  • but mornings with tom at home in his new apartment are probably the nicest
  • low hanging sweatpants, no shirt and curly hair is usually what you wake up to
  • sometimes tom is already up if he’s jetlagged, making tea (or coffee) for you both or just getting out of the shower
  • most days you wake up to your tangled bodies underneath the white sheets of your king sized bed with the sun illuminating him like a god
  • his chest was rising and falling slowly with each breath 
  • mornings like this were slow but not comically-slow. they were quiet, calm and loving
  • making breakfast together with tessa winding in between your feet as you move around the room
  • no need to talk just one of your playlists on in the background 
  •  you’re probably wearing his hoodie or sweater and happy his sweatpants 
  • you basically live at his house but he hasn’t asked you to move in
  • he’ll be asking you later today
  • sitting breakfast down on the coffee table you both get comfortable under multiple blankets with tessa sitting next to you 
  • you catch up on netflix shows, old disney channel original movies or an old classic film you both enjoy
  • soft kisses are usually exchanged 
  • shoulder, neck and temple kisses are tom’s favourite
  • putting his arm around your shoulder and running his hand up and down your arm
  • tessa usually climbed to sprawl onto the both of you and get even more pats 
  • if tessa wasn’t there (which was unlikely) you and tom would lay down on the couch with toms head rest on stomach as you ran your hands through his hair
  • it’s one of his favourite things to him, it’s so calming and relaxing and something only you do
  • he finds comfort in you and you make him feel safe
  • the new apartment wasn’t that furnished so you two usually only stayed in the living room or bedroom
  • lots of the time the living room also turns into your bedroom
  • duvets, blankets, pillow and snacks fill up the whole room and the only time you two leave is to go to the bathroom
  • hand holding even when your shoulders are touching
  • kissing your knuckles holding your hands tight
  • both your feet on the coffee table (or foot rest)
  • thigh rubbing just so you know he’s next to you
  • getting up to go on a walk for tessa, holding hands and keeping warm
  • buying afternoon snacks and treats for tessa at the end of your walk
  • going back to the living room or moving outside to sit and eat and watch tessa run off her energy
  • spending most of the day chilling
  • talking about the most random of things
  • “i love those wedding fail videos, like the ones where the people faint” “you’re weird” “you’re weird” “i love you” “i love you too, nerd” 
  • soft, chillin’ out, tired tom

anonymous asked:

Waiting anxiously for Bucky to get home. You have a small cake box in your hands. He opens the door to your room and starts pulling his shirt off. "Bucky, I have something for you," you mumble anxiously. "What is it?" he smiles, you hand him the cake and he opens it. He reads the cake and squats in front of your stomach. "I'm gonna be a dad?" he asks, grinning up at you. "Yeah," you smile." I'm going to be a dad," he cries picking you up.

I almost cried along with Bucky

Daddy Wednesday™

TalesFromRetail: "But I don't have internet!"

M = Me C = customer S = supervisor - = internal commentary I couldn’t say over the phone * = actions

So C calls my desk….

M: Hello home department

C: Yes, I would like to order a free shirts online I have the web id.

-Then why are you calling me to do it if you were able to get the web ID?-

M: Ok

brings up shirts

M: So how many would you like to order?

C: I need every color in a medium

M: Ok…? I’ll need your card number and such over the phone to put this order in

C: No

M: What?

C: I need you guys to print out the register screen

M: You need me to do what?

M: I don’t have internet access, I need you to print out the register screen so I can see what they look like.And then fax it to me

-yea I was stunned by overall situation. You have no internet, but you somehow were able to get the web id and know you needed those items without looking at them?-

M: Ma'am I’m sorry I can’t do that

-now we can print out the screens for registries but that’s diffrent and time consuming itself-

C: WHY?!

M: Because we can’t just mail/fax things out like that.

C: Then how am I supposed to see the items before I order them?!

M: Well If you come to the store to my dept we’ll be more than happy to order it through the register with you or if you have app you can order through there. Only other suggestion is to get internet access or order them & if they don’t work bring the receipt and return them.

C: You can’t fax them? I don’t want to go to the store! Is there a supervisor I can talk to?

M: Ma'am. I’m sorry you don’t have internet access but we can’t fax. And no you can’t.

C: Ok

hangs up

talks to supervisor

M: So a customer called, we couldn’t do what she wanted -we really couldn’t- and she asked for a supervisor and I said no and felt really powerful.

supervisor gives hi five

S: I’m so proud of you! I like when you guys stick up for yourselves with customers

TLDR: Customer wanted us to fax a computer screenshot

By: percussionnerd2

absolxguardian  asked:

2 questions about writing a trans character. 1. I understand you should use proper pronouns even before they transition, but would it be better to use their deadname up until they choose a new one or use their new name the entire time. 2. Also I've seen save binding tip posts around Tumblr, but would a character have marks from binding with bandages a few months ago and what problems would there be binding with extra layers of shirts?


If your story is about the person’s transition, I don’t see any issues with using the person’s deadname until they pick their new name. It might be a bit confusing for readers, though, so you would have to make it very clear that the character is now going under a different name, one that fits their identity better.

Now onto binding! Your character would definitely have marks from binding with ace bandages - as well as possibly some rib/lung damage, especially if they bound for long periods of time. Even a shorter period of time - such as a couple hours - would be unsafe and not recommended. While I’m unsure of the effects of very short-term binding, it’s very possible that it would still leave marks and cause future rib and lung damage.

In terms of binding with multiple shirts - that would get really hot really fast. Personally, I used to wear 3 or 4 layers of tank tops underneath my shirt in an attempt to bind, but it didn’t work very well, and it nearly caused heat stroke on multiple occasions.

-Mod Deryn


~after 15 minutes~

A knock on the door made you get up out of your bed with your blanket wrapped around your body. You open the door to reveal your soaked boyfriend in sweats, a jacket, and a backpack on his back.

“Okay what’s wrong?” He asks stepping into my apartment and taking off his shoes.“ It’s raining. And I don’t want to be alone.” You say quietly looking down.“ Really? I get driven all the way over here because your afraid of the storm that’s gonna happen tonight.” He asks chuckling. You puff out your cheeks in annoyance.“ What if something happens like a power outage and people try and break in!?” You shout and walk back to your room.

You sit on your bed and cross your legs. Jungkook walks in with his jacket now off and a baggy white shirt in its place.“ I’m sorry baby.” He says and tries to kiss your lips but you turn and he kisses your cheek instead.

“Really?” He asks and you just continue to ignore him. He grabs your face and squishes it with his hands.“ Stop being such a baby you meme. I’m hear aren’t I?” Before you can answer he starts to tickle you on your sides. You burst out in laughter as he attacks your body with tickles. You grab his wrists in an attempt to stop him but he was too strong.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll stop!” I yell through my laughing, tears forming. He stops and let’s you breath for a while. Meanwhile outside the rain gets heavier and heavier against the windows. You sit up and look at jungkook.“ I think we should make a blanket fort in the living room.” “ I’ll get the blankets you get the pillows.” He says getting up. You grab all the pillows off your bed and the others from your closet to bring into the livingroom.

~after the building of le fort~

“Okay! We’re good, this is not terrible!” You say happy. You look at jungkook who has a satisfied look on his face.“ So what do we do now?” He asks crossing his arms against his chest.“We order take out, watch cartoons, shower, then sleep.” You answer.

And so you guys did just that. You ordered take out. Watched SpongeBob for 2 hours straight. Took showers. Then got ready for bed.

“Come here kookie~” You say making grabby hands. He smiles and makes his way over to your bed. Sliding himself in and holding you by your waist.“ Goodnight jagi.” “Goodnight kook.” You say. Your eventually both lulled to sleep by the heavy rain hitting against the windows.


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A look into reality ~ Cameron Dallas Imagine .

This is an imagine where Cameron and Y/n decide on what best for their family. 


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You wrapped the semi damped towel around your body as you opened the master bathroom door to enter the master bedroom where you see Cameron your husband laying on his side of the bed shirtless in nothing buts his Calvin Klein underwear . You smiled walking across the room to enter your closet you quickly picked out underwear and a regular T-shirt, after getting dressed you made your way to Cameron. 

“hey sexy” He smiled at you grabbing your waste pulling you on top of his lap . “hey” You bit your lip making your self more comfortable on his lap, You wrapped your arms around his neck looking deep into his brown eyes. 

“so baby “ you started “yes’ Cameron replied “being that me and you both decided to take a month off of work and just focus on our family what if we add to the family “ You started . “Y/n you know I want to have more kids but we just had Isiah like 3 months ago I think its very soon “ he admitted. “no not having a kid I mean getting a puppy for the boys “ you chuckled smiling . 

“oh “ Cameron laughed looking at you seeing nothing but pure excitement “baby I don’t know as soon as this break is over both me and you are going to be back at work and we are both not really gonna be able to care for the dog as much as I would want to plus I want our children to learn responsibility through the puppy” Cameron said lifting your chin up to give you a kiss . 

You smiled “yeah your right but when we do get a dog it has to be a big one for more protection “ you admitted. 

“yeah for sure ‘ Cameron continued “Hey so my agent called me this morning when I was done the gym and told me that the network E is interested in giving us our own reality tv show “ Cameron told you placing his hands beside your hips . 

“really ? ‘ You questioned confused “yeah they are very into it with us just starting our family they think viewers would be really interested with our fan base “ He said giving you more information . 

‘wow that would be crazy to have all of our lives out there for the world to see and plus our children you know they would grow up with cameras around them and I don’t know if I would want that for them “ . 

“yeah I know Y/n but either way they are going to have cameras around them because of us as their parents’ cameron told you. 

You took a minute to just sit back and think before you spoke . 

“okay I have no problem doing it if there is a way for us to get out of it after any point within season you know I think it would be great for you fans to actually see that i’m not a bad whore who became pregnant with your child for the money “ you laughed thinking of all the rumors . 

“i one hundred percent agree but I do want to speak with my mom and sister and your parents before saying yes to anything because the would be involved as well “ Cameron said . 

“yeah of course ‘ You smiled. 

“that’s enough business talk you know what I want to see ?’ Cameron said looking deep into your eyes . 

‘what ?’ you questioned having a semi idea already of what he was going to say.

“I want to see your beautiful body naked “ He chuckled lifting you up by your bum and laying you down on the bed as he positioned himself between your legs . 

“oh really “ you chuckled laughing “Cameron I don’t want to wake the kids plus Isiah could wake up at anytime “ You admitted . 

“and I’ll take care of him when he does all you have to do is keep quite “ Cameron smirked going down to leave sweet kisses along your body . 


That’s it for today’s Imagine I hope you enjoyed I am thinking about possibly turning this into a mini series let me know what you think !

anonymous asked:

LoWho HAD to mention the nuzzling, she's a meanie! lol. It made me think of like you're there laying in bed maybe wearing a shirt of his that you claimed because it's your favourite, it's early in the morning but he has to get up and the basted is a morning person, he pulls you closer wrapping his arms around your waist then nuzzles your neck and kisses your shoulder "morning darling, time to get up" he says but you groan and pull the covers closer "I'll put the kettle on" he says and laughs.

She’s a meanie??!!

What about you, little gray face!!!

Apparently, this is indeed Torture Haven Week.  What have I done to deserve such treatment.  You know Breakfast Tom is such a problem for me.

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Does he bring me a cuppa while I’m still in bed?

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anonymous asked:

Wonder if anyone else found the print shop scene "lacking"? I wanted more somehow. It just seemed like, "oh look, you're back", have sex, continue on like any other Thursday.

Oh Jackass…. @fromheretoeternity1121

They didn’t have sex in the printshop. Did you really read the books? No, I wasn’t disappointed. However, I think the stuff at Lallybroch, the fight and the fireside convalescing, is WAY better than the printshop or brothel stuff. That’s what I’m looking forward to.

But, since I lurve you and all and I suspect your loyalty to Frank may be what is getting in the way of your enjoyment of the infamous printshop, I’ve reworked the printshop scene to read more like WWFD. What Would Frank Do. 😘

“Is that you, Geordie?” he asked, not turning around. He was dressed in shirt and breeches, and had a small tool of some kind in his hand, with which he was doing something to the innards of the press. “Took ye long enough. Did ye get the—”

“It isn’t Geordie,” I said. My voice was higher than usual. “It’s me,” I said. “Claire.”

He straightened up very slowly. He wore his hair long; a thick tail of a deep, rich auburn sparked with copper. I had time to see that the neat ribbon that tied it back was green, and then he turned around.

He stared at me without speaking. A tremor ran down the muscular throat as he swallowed, but still he didn’t say anything.

It was the same broad, good-humored face, dark blue eyes aslant the high, flat cheekbones of a Viking, long mouth curling at the ends as though always on the verge of smiling. The lines surrounding eyes and mouth were deeper, of course. The nose had changed just a bit. The knife-edge bridge was slightly thickened near the base by the ridge of an old, healed fracture. It made him look fiercer, I thought, but lessened that air of aloof reserve, and lent his appearance a new rough charm.

I walked through the flap in the counter, seeing nothing but that unblinking stare. I cleared my throat.

“When did you break your nose?”

The corners of the wide mouth lifted slightly.

“Uh, uh, I don’t recall precisely, but you’ve arrived just in time! I was just about to go out and I really need someone to mind the store. Also, I’ll be gone a few days for… reasons… so that will give you plenty of time to get crackin’ on some new breeks for me and a shirt or two. I’m down to just these and a spare. What luck! Oh and if anyone asks, you are Mistress Beauchamp. The spinster lesbian long lost sister of my dead wife Claire. Pretend you only speak French. If you must leave the shop only go out at night. And if you could find some hot water, soap, and maybe a brush. You smell like old ass and look like you’ve been rode hard and hung out wet to dry in a swamp. You know I like my poonany clean and dry.”

Fist bumps her on the way out.

anonymous asked:

I have back acne and dont know what to do :(

First off, don’t stress about it!!! It’s completely normal. Secondly exfoliate like crazyyy, buy a good body brush with a longer handle and use a mild exfoliant with it ever shower. If you have long hair, when you wash it try not the get shampoo and conditioner residue down your back, but if you do make sure you wash it all off. Moisturize regularly too and stay hydrated. Don’t wear the same shirt (or bra if applicable) for too long and try washing your tops as often as you can. Change out of gym clothes right after you work out aswell.

anonymous asked:

Finn for number 36 on the prompt list?

The sunshine kissed your face as it rose at dawn. You sat up and stretched, looking down at Finn who snoozed next you. A smile played on your lips as you remembered the night before. He was so passionate and sexy, you were incredibly lucky to have the Demon all to yourself.

Carefully, you slipped out of the covers and tip toe-ed over to wear your lace panties laid. Finn had scrapped them aside during your romp together the night before, all too eager to get them off of you. Next to them, was his ‘Balor Club’ shirt that he had warn the night before. You picked it up and inhaled the scent of him. A smile played on your lips as you made a plan of what to do next.


The kitchen had just enough eggs, bacon, and bisquik to make breakfast. In no time the whole house smelled of pancakes. You were quickly finishing up scrambling the eggs and placing the last of the fried bacon on a paper towel covered plate. 

You turned and jumped, “Oh my God!” You gasped, almost dropping the plate you were carrying.

Finn was leaning against the side of the doorway to the kitchen watching you move around. His blue eyes wandered over your frame and he bit his lip.

“Good morning.” You said breaking the silence. “Hungry?”

“Starving.” He smirked, “Is that my shirt?”

You looked down at the black shirt you were wearing with your lacy pink panties. Finn’s hands were at the hem of his shirt in an instant. 

“I like it.” He growled pulling it off you and lifting you on to the table.

> Receive (4) gifts from @absylphe! You and the hubby receive (1) quilt, (2) shirts (personalized), and….

> (1) bottle of Troll OxyContin. You stare down at it longingly for a second before falling directly on the “better not” side of the fence. You pocket it to hide somewhere later, wondering what kind of mental gymnastics your dear acquaintance must be putting herself through to not realize the repercussions of giving an addict actual for-real highly-addictive narcotics.

> Kanaya………means well, you think,

Hey since I saw an artist I have a ton of respect for just got sent hate for “catering to fat fetishists” aka “draws fat people presented as beutifull and loveable and sexy”, and since I draw similar stuff; Friendly reminder that I am fucking fat as fuck and fat people are allowed to create art where we depict ourselves as beutifull and desirable. Because we are. And if some fucko wanna give me guff about “you aren’t That fat!” Pls know that I am actually so fat I cant wear the standard work uniform for my fucking jobb (the t-shirt in this photo is not part of the uniform I can’t button it under my apron), and most employers I’ve had thinks I can fit in some tiny ass size 60 chef shirt. So like, keep your ideas about what kinda art fat people is allowed to create and consume to yourself. Okay?

ver-ironica  asked:

Because I love Angst, what if Keith loses his red jacket?? So he only has his black t-shirt on?? And it just makes him a little sad?? Based off your lighthearted jacket post lol sorry

Awee no! Sad Keith makes me sad! Someone needs to find that boy’s red jacket. Could be of sentimental value.. Ya know? I like your idea. It makes me super sad. XD

Tagged by @estrellalance

Rules: Answer the questions with the first letter of your name, then tag 10 people. If the person who tagged you has the same initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use the same word twice.

What  is your name? Taylor

A four letter word: tied

A “boy” name: tyler

An occupation: tailor

Something you wear: t shirts

A color: teal

A food: tacos

A place: Tennesse

Something you shout: I cant think of anything that i shout that starts with the letter T

A movie title: Twilight (thts the first movie to come to mind)

Something you drink: Tea

An animal: turtle

A type of car: toyota

Title of a song: telepathy by christina aguilera

i tag: @lala-pon @introvertedcoffeecup @bi-dizzee-d @bee-nassty @paint-music-with-me-larry @aplasticbagdrifting @idontgiveafuckaboutanythingyoudo @lordofthecreeps @downworldean @sainthera