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Do not support the Red Cross

As someone who’s been in the middle of Harvey, Ike, Gustav, Katrina, Rita and probably any hurricane that’s hit Louisiana in my life, I urge you to not support the Red Cross. Every time they’ve come to “help” they’ve made it worse on the locals and the people they’re trying to give aid to.

For this I’ll use the most recent and most appalling, Harvey. As you probably know Houston was devastated by this storm. Where I live opened up our two biggest centers for the people that the Cajun Navy and other rescuers brought in. Of course the Red Cross took over these centers and within a few days everything crumbled. 

People were I live are incredibly generous and helpful during events like this because we’ve all been through it many times. Every time there’s been a disaster in Louisiana is when you’ll see the community helping each other with anything they might need.

So during Harvey, people here were treading flood waters and gathering all of the clothes, food, and hygiene products they could find. They took all of this to the centers and they started being turned away. They didn’t want to accept clothes donations unless they were brand new, which is appalling. These people left their homes only wearing the clothes on their backs which were covered in flood water, which contains many harmful bacteria. They weren’t going to care if there’s a mustard stain on a shirt, not as long as it was clean and dry. There were people who had been there for days and didn’t have shoes. Both centers have industrial wash rooms for clothes, they could have washed them if need be. Having something is better than nothing.

The most atrocious of it all is that they wouldn’t accept food people made. People here love to cook, we’re raised doing it. Being cooped up in a house for days on end with no work and the kids missing school meant many gumbo pots were being used. These people decided to donate it to the Red Cross, and it was thrown away. Even though they didn’t have enough food to feed the people there. Popeyes, a very popular franchise, had their employees go to work early and prepare food for the people at the shelter. The Red Cross threw it all away. Other restaurants donated hot food, and it was all put in the dumpster. I understand them being skeptical about homemade food because they don’t know people’s intentions, but to turn away restaurant food is wrong. Especially for them to accept the food and then throw it in a dumpster instead of telling the business they couldn’t take the food and the business would have been able to bring it to people that needed it.

Through all of this they just wanted people to donate money. They had the news broadcasting about “families don’t want to be seen digging through clothes on a table to find new ones.” BULLSHIT, we’ve been through this before and clothes are clothes. Giving these people a voucher to Walmart isn’t going to help them when the closest Walmart is 15 minutes away and they don’t have a vehicle or a way to get there. 

I’ve heard from so many places that the Red Cross shouldn’t be trusted, but now that they’ve pulled this shit in my hometown I know better. The local sheriff’s department got the go to chase off the Red Cross, and people from all over the city brought in hot fresh food for the people there. They got them all clothes and shoes and went and bought things for these people to make sure they were at least comfortable. The state then took over and transported the willing ones and all of the pets to Alexandria to a mega shelter where they’ll have more long term care as these other two storms come to be.

If you want to help with the effects of this storm, please find better places to donate! The Red Cross is the most popular and they’re not putting that money to good use. I don’t have links of places so if any of you do please add them here for people to see. It makes me sick to see this happening and I want to do what I can to inform people.

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Stay  ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.

This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.

“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.

“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.

“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.

“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.

“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.

Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.

Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.

“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.

“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.

“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”

“Exactly.”

She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.

“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”

“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.

“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.

“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.

“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.

His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.

“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.

“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”

“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.

“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”

“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.

***
Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.

After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.

“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”

“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.

“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.

“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.

“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”

The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else’s so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.

She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.

“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.

***
Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.

“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.

“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.

***
There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.

There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.

“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.

He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.

“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.

“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.

“Stay,” she says softly.

“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.

She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.

“Stay,” she repeats.

“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.

“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”

He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.

“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”

She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.

“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.

“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,“I might just fall in love with you.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.”

“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.

“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.

“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.

“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.

There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.


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Luke Griswold-Tergis’ converted chicken coop house in a backyard in San Francisco. From Tiny Homes: Simple Shelter

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Close as Strangers

Close as Strangers: Chapter One

You were happy it was your last year of school. That was until you had to start tutoring your old best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Otherwise known as “Mr. Popular.” 

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: High School au, angst

This was my 5sos story I started on Wattpad but I wanted to do a BTS version.

{Playlist} Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven |eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve


It was August 20th, the first day of senior year. You were pretty excited, you honestly felt this was going to be a great year. You guess you were also happy this was the last year of high school. You got up and turned off your alarm. Your phone read, 7:15. You’d only lived a couple of  minutes away from school, so you could afford to sleep in a little more.

You got up and grabbed your uniform out of your closet. Yet another reason to be excited about this school year, you only had to wear this god awful thing one more year. You got dressed and went to the bathroom, going through your morning routine. Once you were done and ready you grabbed your backpack and headed downstairs. You went into the kitchen and saw your mom and dad eating breakfast.

Your dad looked up from the paper, “Y/N, look at you. You’re up before noon, how does that feel,” his smile was contagious.

“Forced,” You smiled.  

He laughed and went back to his paper. “Y/N,” your mom spoke.

“Yes ma'am?”

She walked over to the table handing you two paper sacks. “Your and Yoongi’s lunch for today.”

You smiled and looked up at her, “Thanks Mom.”

“Sure,” she spoke as she sat down at the table. You’d started to eat some toast that was on the table when Yoogi rushed in.

“Sorry I’m late,” Yoongi shouted from the hallway as he came into the kitchen.

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Far Away (J-Hope)

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“i’ll be home tomorrow babe.”

“im sorry, our tour got extended only two more weeks.”

“they want us to go to malaysia now, one more month we can do it.”

“my flight got delayed, i’ll see you tomorrow.”

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Jealousy - Smut

Originally posted by titsonafish100

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Words: 1,952
AN: Okay so this was spurred on by the teaser for the teaser trailer for AmAs, I had so many feelings and I just wanted to die and also fuck Dylan so here you go? Sorry not sorry. Also I didn’t edit this well so I apologize for any mistakes.


Dylan arrived home to an empty house, his eyes drooping due to jet lag. It was a long flight, but he was glad to be home. He was early, wanting to surprise you, but it seemed like you weren’t there. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw your makeup littering the bathroom counter. He wasn’t mad, of course, glad you were going out and having fun when he wasn’t around. He hated to think you’d be cooped up in the house alone without him.

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Lucky

For the anon whom I promised Niall fluff to the other day: this is my gift to you. ❤️



“But Niall, look at her!

You were cradling your newborn baby girl in your arms as you looked at your husband, distress coloring your features. Your baby was fast asleep in your arms—she had your lips and Niall’s nose, and a mixture of both your stubbornness.

She was a tough baby, in the sense that it had been incredibly difficult to get her used to any kind of sleep schedule. She cried at all hours of the night and had a very difficult temperament at that time, so you took the whole “when baby’s sleeping mom should be sleeping” thing very seriously.

You had to admit, caring for a baby was difficult. You and Niall had never felt exhaustion like it before—you had been sleeping in no more than three hour increments for the past two months, and it was all catching up to you. You had bags under your eyes like never before, and sometimes it took everything you had inside of you to keep up a simple conversation. Sometimes you would walk into the kitchen, baby in your arms, and catch your husband half-asleep as he brewed the coffee.

It took it’s toll on the both of you, but it was completely worth it.

“C’mon babe, give’er to me,” Niall reached for the baby in your arms, causing you to huff stubbornly.

“Don’t wanna,” you complained, cradling her closer to your chest and nuzzling your nose against the top of her sleeping baby head.

You had been cooped up in the house ever since your daughter had been born. It had been two months since you stepped foot out of your home—you gave your one hundred percent into motherhood, and you were getting the hang of taking care of your baby for sure. But there were times when Niall would have to kindly remind you to shower, or make you eat something before going to sleep because you hadn’t eaten anything all day.

You were drained, and it had been so long since you’d done something for yourself. Which is why Niall had scheduled this brunch with one of your best friends.

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Sing roleswap au! These drawing are not to proper scale for character heights/sizes. A behemoth of a project that i put lots of love into! I thought it might be fun to switch around the roles for that characters, and hey- I was right! Full character rundowns beneath the cut since it’s a lot

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anonymous asked:

since you asked for cute requests I came here to fulfill it! Umm can you write head cannons for RFA+V+Saeran having MC making a whole day treating them, like massages, spoiling them with gifts and food and generally just saying how cute they are. ( I love you and your writing so much btw lol)

Thank you so much! Cute prompt:) Didn’t add Jaehee because we have a separate request just for her and MC, so we can expand it more there. Hope you enjoy~


Zen:

  • He wakes up to an empty apartment
  • He goes to look for you and finds a note in the kitchen
  • You tell him to go out onto the balcony after he’s ready
  • His balcony is pretty dingy since he never uses it, but when he gets out there you’ve completely transformed it
  • It looks like a cute cafe table, and breakfast is laid out on it
  • After your little date, you start taking him out to different places he’s been wanting to go but couldn’t because of work
  • Despite this, you don’t let him do much work for the day
  • If he wants a drink or some food, you’re on it
  • You drench him with compliments, and he’s smiling and giddy all day
  • When you get home, you notice his affection goes up and up
  • So many hugs and kisses to show his appreciation

Yoosung:

  • He had been studying so hard lately
  • He came home after a slew of exams and just crashed on the couch
  • That’s when the idea came into your head
  • You sit down behind him and give him a massage
  • He’s absolutely loving it…so much so that he falls asleep
  • When he wakes up, his house is super clean and the smell of take out drifted from the table
  • He’s about to get up, but you stop him
  • You take some chopsticks and start feeding him
  • He thinks it’s a really cute couple moment, so he doesn’t say anything until his stomach growls
  • He apologizes but takes the food and starts shoveling it into his mouth
  • That’s when you bring out his gift–a huge basket full of baked goods you made yourself
  • You have compliments on flashcards stuck throughout it
  • You also give him a new pillow and tell him he’s not allowed to leave the couch for the rest of the day
  • He’s not going to lie…he loves being pampered, but he’s already planning a day like this for you

Jumin:

  • You had called Jaehee in advance, and she helped get Jumin’s work covered for the day
  • He woke up early, told he wasn’t needed in the office, and decided to indulge in a few more hours of sleep
  • That’s when you started your plan
  • When he wakes up, breakfast is ready and laid out
  • But this time you made pancakes for him, and you spelled out his  name in little chocolate chips
  • You tell him you want to spoil him today so he should do something normal for the rest of the morning
  • So…he watches morning soap operas all morning–and really gets into them
  • Meanwhile, you give him a massage and fetch him whatever he asks for
  • It’s actually really uncomfortable for him, because he’s not used to being treated like this
  • Most of the time, it’s him treating you–he was confused on the other end
  • But, he tries to make the most of it because he knows it would mean a lot to you
  • At dinner, you tell him to go change since you  made a reservation at his favorite restaurant
  • He laughs when he finds his suit and a brand new tie laid out for him in a similar way he sets things up when he buys you a new dress
  • Dinner was the best part for him, because he was actually spending it with you

Seven:

  • He’d been working hard lately
  • And you wanted to show your appreciation
  • So you make sure he gets a whole day without leaving the bed
  • You tell him to do whatever he wants and you’ll go along with it
  • But everything he wants to do has to do with you
  • Board games, video games, random massages while watching movies, and lots of cuddling
  • He’s always building things for you, so you wanted to attempt to make a gift for him
  • So, you make a DIY glasses holder for his nightstand
  • It doesn’t have any cool mechanics, but it matches the stripes on his glasses
  • It’s a bit shaky and you’re kind of embarrassed by it
  • But he absolutely loves it and cherishes it–even if it’s just because you made it
  • For dinner, you actually take him out because it’s starting to get stuffy in the house
  • “Since I’m treating you today, I’ll drive your car–”
  • “No.”
  • It’s the one thing he does all day, but you suppose you could let it pass
  • You two visit a few drive-thrus to make yourselves a feast
  • You tell Seven to park his car in a secluded area so you two could open the roof and eat under the stars
  • When you two get home, he smiles and says,  “I thought of one last thing that I want…You.”
  • Cue cuddling until you fall asleep

Saeran:

  • The day starts out to him waking up to the smell of waffles
  • You bring him a whole plate of them with fruit on a platter so he can eat breakfast in bed
  • He’s already suspicious, “Am I dying?”
  • You have to explain that you planned a whole day just to spoil him
  • He seemed to be hesitant, so you push him a little to join along
  • He’s always cooped up in the house, so you take him outside to do some window shopping
  • Unbeknownst to him, you somehow slip into most of the shops he’s looked at and bought something small he would like
  • You guys go back home near dinner time
  • You cook him his favorite dish while he watches his favorite movie
  • After dinner, you surprise him with the gifts and for a little while he’s speechless
  • You’re about to leave him to go do something else for him, but he grabs your hand and pulls you back into his arms
  • “Thank you for today,” he mumbles shyly. “I’ve never felt so special to anyone.”

V:

  • How do you treat the nicest dude in the world?
  • As soon as you told him your plan, he’s already protesting 
  • “I don’t want to inconvenience you, MC!”
  • “It’s not an inconvenience. I’m treating you…that’s the point.”
  • In the end, you forcefully make him stay in bed while you fetch some food for him
  • To be honest, most of the day was trying to make sure he didn’t sneak away to do something
  • But in the end, he really wants to leave the house so you go with him
  • You guys walk to the park hand-in-hand
  • And while you’re sitting at the bench, you give a little spiel about how wonderful he is
  • He’s melting inside more than he was the whole day

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Creep (Mitch Marner)

Anonymous said:

Can you please do 87 from the otp drabble challenge list with auston matthews or mitch marner? I love your writing!

#87: “That’s my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.” - “Well, kiss me so they see.”

Word count: 1002

Originally posted by mttymrts


You and Mitch had been friends for a while, but you had only become good friends a few months ago. Now, it almost seemed like, wherever one was, the other was close behind. You were always going on impromptu adventures with him, he was always sending you funny videos from practice; if you weren’t together, you were sure to be talking with him on the phone. You and Mitch had such a good thing going, in fact, that you often had to ignore the raging crush you had on him.

You weren’t sure when you had developed feelings for your best friend, but you were sure that, once you had discovered that you liked him, you fell hard. Sure, it was difficult not blushing every time he grabbed your hand, or whenever he paid for something, much to your chagrin, but you managed. For one, you didn’t even think that he liked you back and, for another, you couldn’t ruin your friendship.

You had heard all the horror stories of best friends who dated, found out they were better as friends, broke up and then discovered that things just weren’t the way they were before they had started dating. You couldn’t bear the thought of Mitch not being in your life in some capacity, so you just decided to not deal with all of the very non-platonic feelings bubbling at the surface.

Today, Mitch had dragged you out to go walk around downtown Toronto with him and Auston, his other best friend. You really weren’t in the mood to go out, but Mitch had insisted, saying that he wanted to hang out before the team left for a couple of games. He also said that you need to get out of the house, since you were ‘recovering’ from the flu. You knew he was right, but that still didn’t mean that you were going to admit it.

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Sweet as a Sour Peach (1/?)

Summary: You’d always kept an eye out for those alpha boys down the road. Either one alone could’ve swept you off your feet but it was both of them together that drove you crazy. Unfortunately, a few too many incidents involving some bad apples turned you off of alphas altogether. So, now you’re content to live out your days on your family’s farm. That is, until Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes show up on your doorstep looking for work.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, eventual Steve x Bucky x Reader

Series Warnings: Farm AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, NSFW (18+), Smut, Angst, Fluff (yes, all of ‘em lol), mentions of past sexual assault, M/M and M/F/M sexual situations, some violence, and all the usual warnings that come with omegaverse stuff

Word Count: ~2268

A/N: The idea was sparked by [this] @angryschnauzer​ post from a while ago that had all sorts of ideas going off in my head until I settled on this one lol. Hopefully I’m not stepping on anybody’s toes by doing this! If so, please feel free to message me about it. If not, hopefully y’all enjoy my farm AU! This chapter is mostly set up, smut in the next one!

Tags are at the bottom! If any of y’all don’t like a/b/o or smut or farm aus or whatever else lol, just message me or send me an ask and I’ll leave you off of the taglist for this series! No hard feelings ♥♥

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Originally posted by flyngdream

Your dress kicked up in the late afternoon breeze but you paid little attention to it as you moved around the yard to prep things for tomorrow’s work. Your father was the only other person around for miles and he’d been cooped up inside the house reading a book for most of the day.The evenings gave you little reprieve from the summer’s heat and it was a wonder that you didn’t waste your days away down by the stream on the back of the property.

With your mother up in town to take care of some paperwork, you’d been left with most of the chores around the farm until she got back. You were taking down the washing when they rolled up in Mr. Barnes old truck, kicking up dust as they rattled down the dirt road leading up to the house. Despite the dust and noisy exhaust, you could still scent the both of them as they pulled up next to your daddy’s truck near the haybarn.

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Mixtape (bill denbrough)

Request: “hi bby can i send in a bill denbrough request where it’s the reader’s birthday? i would totally appreciate it this since it’s my birthday! eekk, i don’t have anything specific though. sorry. but maybe some fluff?”

Pairing: reader/Bill Denbrough

A/N: AAAH i’m so sorry if this is late!! Happy birthday!!


This was not how you were expecting to spend your birthday; bruised and grazed from the thighs down. Your parents were going to have a fit when they saw you had ripped your favorite shirt while dumbly going off-track in the forest.

If they ever see it, that is, you think bitterly. 

You weren’t sure exactly why you decided to go for a hike, anyhow; sure, you didn’t want to be cooped up in your house on your birthday, but you could have gone literally anywhere else in Derry, especially with the allowance you had been receiving in cards for the past week.

Then again, your friends were all “busy” and you didn’t want to see a movie alone.

You grumble absentmindedly to yourself as you kick the leaves in your path. Your house is getting closer but this doesn’t really excite you; it’s empty anyway. You’ll be singing yourself happy birthday until your parents come home from work.

As you turn into your driveway, somebody cusses loudly, startling you out of your sour thoughts.

“Shit! Wuh-what happened to y-you?” Bill exclaims, practically jumping from his spot on the doorstep to inspect the damage. He rushes to your side, taking you by the wrists as he looks at your arms, and then spinning you around to check the back of your neck.

His eyes scan down to your legs, concerned about the cuts, blood and dirt littering your shins.

“How long have you been there?” You ask, eyes wide. You don’t pull your arms from his grip; you’ve had a thing for him for years.

“An hour or two. Where huh-have you b-b-been?” He looks at you, eyes glistening in the sun. You’ve never seen him so grave and so concerned before. It’s flattering.

Before you have a chance to succumb to the butterflies in your stomach and the general cheer you feel around him, you burst into tears. The day had been so lousy, so lonely, so boring. There was nothing special about it.

Bill takes you in his arms, holding your head against his chest, shushing you gently, and promising that everything was okay, everything was fine.

“At least you care,” you sob. “It’s just been a terrible birthday.”

“Of c-course I c-c-care. I love you.”

You think nothing of it; he was your best friend, and you often said that to each other. He also said it a lot to Beverly and the others – it had no meaning beyond friendship, and you had accepted that long ago.

He pulls you towards the door, picking a bag up from the doorstep as he waits for you to find the spare keys to let you both inside. Inside is much cooler than out, and you’re grateful. 

“The others are g-going to be here soon,” he says, placing his bag down on the dining table and rummaging through it. “It was going to be a s-s-surprise, but you kinda buh-beat us to it.”

“How were you going to surprise me from outside the house?” You ask curiously, taking the first aid kit from under the sink and placing it beside Bill’s backpack. You take out some rubbing alcohol and some cotton balls.

Before you can apply the strongly-scented liquid to the cotton, Bill pries it from your hands and does it himself. He pats his lap for you to place your leg there from where you sit beside him, and he begins to dab your cuts with the soggy material.

“W-we were going to knock on the d-door and surprise you when you c-c-came outside. But when you weren’t h-home, we decided that they’d all h-hide round the b-back,” when you wince from a particularly cruel sting, he apologizes softly and continues his explanation. “Eventually, th-they got bored and took off to g-get some food for the surprise p-p-party.”

You nod, staring at him as he begins to slap some bandaids down. Made enough sense. 

“I, uhh, went for a walk,” you decide to explain yourself. “I kinda wondered off the trail and got caught in some sharp plants. I fell a few times. Typical.”

Bill nods, understandingly, and then gives one loud clap, startling you. “A-anyway! Time to lighten the m-mood,” he drags his backpack towards him and pulls out a plastic dish. Inside is a cake, with “Happy Birthday [Y/N]” written messily in icing.

You stifle a laugh and thank him profusely. He pulls out a small, rectangular present wrapped in pink paper and seems hesitant to hand it to you.

“Open this l-later,” he says, finally handing it to you.

The others arrive soon after he gives you the present, and the day starts to look up. There’s food, and gifts, and general happiness with the people that mean the world to you.

Eventually, however, it’s time for them to go.

“S-See ya, [Y/N],” Bill says with a smile. He turns to leave behind his friends, who had said their goodbyes already. He stops half-way out the door, rushes back and kisses you on the corner of the mouth

As you watch them disappear down the street, your fingers brush over the spot where his lips had made your skin tingle, stunned into silence.

*

Nights in white satin. Never reaching the end. Letters I’ve written. Never meaning to send.

You smile to yourself as the grainy music crackles through the headset over your ears. The small cassette tape had been drawn over with an assortment of hearts and messages you found both endearing and dorky. In one particularly big heart said ‘[Y/N] + Bill’. 

“Things I’ve been struggling to say” is what had really caught your attention.

Beauty I’d always missed, with these eyes before. Just what the truth is, I can’t say anymore.

Your heart flutters as it finally sets in that he’s trying to convey a message he could never say in person. His stutter would get the best of him, even though you found it incredibly cute. Your birthday wasn’t so bad after all.

It was too good to be true.

‘Cause I love you. Yes, I love you. Oh, how I love you.

He’s also learning to appreciate living in the moment and spending quality time with friends — even if it means a few extra stares and camera phones focused on him.

“I really try to live my life a little more, in ways I would hold back from previously,” O’Brien says. “Just going out and seeing friends, not being cooped up in my house because I don’t want to get my picture taken or anything like that. I’ve tried to let go of that stuff a bit, accept that it’s going to happen to me and not let it prevent me from doing anything I want to do, which I have in the past.

—  Dylan O'Brien on what he’s learned since his accident

anonymous asked:

oH MY GOD I LOVE YOUR IMAGINES! Can i get RFA + V + Saeran with MC who doesn't really like to go outside?

I have never related to this more lmao. Sorry this took so long took me a while to write this. I have another HC coming out later today as well. I hope you like it :)


Yoosung

He probably really doesn’t go outside either
-  Mostly because he’s always playing LOLOL
- So when you said you didn’t feel like going outside I mean he was totally okay with it
- Most of the day you two play LOLOL, cuddle up on the couch, or cook food
- But, sometimes you have to go outside to get at least some fresh air that week and so you normally just walk to the game shop
- But then when you come back you’re both back to not seeing outside for a while

Zen/Hyun Ryu

-Zen wanted to go on a date out to the beach but ugh nooo
-You were absolutely dreading the idea of going outside because you weren’t fond of it no trees pls
-You said that you didn’t want to go out because you didn’t really like the outside
-You also suggest that you two just stay inside and watch a movie together
-He makes you watch all of his musicals
-But it was much better than the beach because you were on the couch cuddled up in a blanket with popcorn sitting in your laps

Jaehee

-She was always confused on why you never wanted to take a little stroll around while sipping hot coffee
-She just thought that you didn’t like to be active she’s not that far off tho
-When you explained to her that you didn’t really like to go outside she thought that was really unhealthy
-“MC, you need to get fresh air everyday. How long have you been without going outside?”
-“About a month”
-She always drags you outside because you can’t be cooped up in the house all day
-“But I can open the windows. That’s fresh air.”
-But, I mean if you’re with Jaehee I guess it’s not that bad

Jumin

-Are you allergic to the sun? To fresh air?
-When you told Jumin you didn’t like to go outside because it just wasn’t your thing…
-OH HELL NO
-Not on Jumin’s watch
-You might think that he wouldn’t care but he really cares for your health and he wants you to be healthy and get fresh air
-There’s no way you’re going to sit on a couch all day either you need to walk
-And when he’s at work and you have to go outside he makes a security guard to follow you to be sure you do what you’re told
-Feisty Jumin

707/Saeyoung

-When was the last time he even saw daylight?
-You two are the power couple
-He fell more in love with you because you won’t drag him outside instead of his stuffy room
-Date nights just usually consist of movies, eating, gaming, and sleeping
-If you were gonna go out and eat food you just get takeout
-It’s been too long you forgot what grass looked like

V/Jihyun Kim

-Our precious boy here loves nature and plants so he loves going outside
-Which you weren’t really a big fan of
-Whenever he goes out to take some shots of the outside he always was wondering why you never wanted to come with him
-You told him that you didn’t like to go outside because you really didn’t find it interesting
-Yeah, he was kind of sad that you didn’t like to go outside but he still loved you and he accepted it
-Sometimes he would even drag you outside just so he can get some pictures of you with nature
-Those are the only times you like to go outside

Saeran/Unknown

-Lmao like this kid wants to go outside as well?
-He absolutely despises it but, he only goes out to get ice cream
-He was so thankful that you didn’t like to go outside like him
-You two just mostly sit on the couch eating ice cream and watching shitty shows to make fun of
-Saeyoung come out most times and drags you two out of the house because you haven’t been outside in months and he’s kind of tired of getting the groceries himself
-Now you and Saeran are standing in the grocery store looking like lost puppies and missing your spot on the couch

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

MASTERLIST

Breaking Point (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Originally posted by hamiltontrashfam

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Requested?: ‘Hi! I’m not sure if you would still do this but would you mind making a story using this angst prompt? “You can’t keep hurting me and then demand I apologize instead!” Bye take care and keep up the good work!”’ (@perkyelsie )

Prompt: Thomas and (Y/N)’s very toxic relationship. Then, (Y/N) can’t take it anymore.

Words: 1300+

Warnings: Yelling, Verbal Abuse, Punches

Masterlist

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“Thomas!” You marched down the stairs and into the media room where your southern casanova of a husband was, sitting on an expensive white fur couch, drinking a glass of red wine. He was watching some stupid politics channel like he does every day he’s home. He was dressed in his usual purple and black suit. His hair was fluffy as usual. He never changed how he looked, which bored you. 

“Can’t you see that I’m busy, (Y/N)?” Thomas snapped as he motioned to the television. “I’m watching the democratic party make fools of themselves.”

“Aren’t you a democrat?” You asked, crossing your arms across your chest. Your husband glared at you and placed the wine glass on the table.

“(YN), I am a Democratic-Republican. How many times do I have to repeat myself?” He turned back to the television, murmuring something that sounded like ‘God, you’re stupid.’ 

You pretended not to hear his remark and spoke. “Maria wants to know if you’re coming to the recital on Saturday. She has a solo she wants you to see.”

Thomas didn’t move a muscle or look at you. “Tell her I’m working late as usual.” He murmured in a bored tone.

“You said that last time.” You retorted. “Thomas, this is your daughter’s last recital before she is officially done with her lessons. Could you please go to this one-”

“Don’t question my reasonings, (Y/N).” Your husband cut you off, glaring at you with annoyance. “Now please go make yourself useful for once in our marriage and tell Maria I won’t be attending her recital.”

You growled in rage as you strolled out of the room. Your fists were clenched and you were surprised the heels of your stilettoes haven’t snapped off yet from how violent your footsteps were.

How did your ten-year marriage deteriorate to a prison sentence for you? Well, Thomas Jefferson was a very successful lawyer and politician. This power and fame turned him from a sweet southern gentleman to an arrogant full-of-himself asshole with a narcissistic attitude. You two married immediately after you turned eighteen. spending your senior prom in your private ceremony at a small white chapel owned by your family. You finished high school and entered college as newlyweds. The next four years of college were wedded bliss. You gave birth to your twin son and daughter the summer before your sophomore year. After graduating, Thomas immediately landed a job in a law firm. Now here you were, six years later. living in a mansion and your husband rising in fame. You were still a happy, loving couple but soon, because of him working late hours and you being cooped up in the house all hours of the day, your marriage began to deteriorate. Your children were missing their father and you were missing your husband. But he became worse and worse. You would take the children and go visit your parents and close friends. You’d go visit your friend Eliza and her husband, Alexander. Alexander was a rival lawyer of your husband’s and Thomas was never happy when you went to visit the Hamilton’s. He thinks you were telling Alexander all of his secrets and cases, which you weren’t. Your friends would try and talk you into filing for divorce but you denied their suggestions, saying you can’t do that because you’d probably won’t get anything from the divorce. But now, here you were, in an unhappy marriage, wanting to get out with your children and never come back. You weren’t married to your Romeo anymore. You were married to County Paris. You weren’t happy anymore. You wanted to get out. But the only way out was death or a very messy divorce. 

You stomped up the stairs and stopped outside of the lounge where your children were. You opened the door and stepped in, gaining the attention of both daughter and son. Maria put her violin and Madison stood from his piano. 

“Mom!” Both children walked over to you, worried looks on their faces. You smiled sadly as you sat down on the loveseat. 

“Did dad yell at you, mom?” Madison asked. 

“Did he hit you?” Maria asked, fear and concern on her face. 

You shook your head. “He didn’t hit me or yell. But I’ve reached my limit with him.” 

“Are we leaving now?” Madison asked loudly, causing Maria to clasp her hand over his mouth. You nodded, making both their eyes widen in surprise and possible relief. 

“Tonight.” You whispered. “I need you two to start packing immediately. We are leaving after your father goes to bed.”

Both kids nodded and ran out of the room, leaving you alone. You reevaluated what your plans have been for the past month. You’ve been trying to get your kids out of this house but you knew Thomas wouldn’t allow you to leave. You three were merely visuals in his life of fame and fortune. The perfect family.

But everything perfect ahs at least one flaw. Your husband’s narcissism was the flaw in this perfect facade. And you were breaking out. Permanently.

~~~

You double-checked to make sure Thomas was asleep. You slipped a few sleeping pills in his dinner so he’d sleep soundly through your escape plan. You had packed as much clothes and supplies that your suitcase you contain and the children did the same. You called Eliza about your plan and she was now waiting outside in her car. You had slipped out of bed, changed into a sweatshirt and jeans with fuzzy boots, and grabbed your stuff before sneaking out of the bedroom and down the hall, where the children were waiting at the head of the stairs. You three then tip-toed down the stairs and padded towards the front door. Madison had just stepped out when the lights in the foyer turned on. You turned around to see your husband standing there at the foot of the stairs, his arms crossed and an irritated look on his face. You immediately ushered your daughter out of the house and closed the door. You had your back to the door and a determined but scared look in your face.

“Where are you going this late, (Y/N)?” Thomas asked simply.

“Out.” You answered coldly, trying to maintain a neutral tone. 

“Out where?”

“Away from here. Away from you.” 

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Now what have I done this time to make you try to leave? Did I leave the seat up? Not tell you ‘i love you’ enough? What have I possibly done to piss you off, (Y/N)? Hmm?”

You gritted your teeth. “You’re an arrogant asshole.” You hissed. “All you care about is yourself and your reputation. You don’t love me or these children. So, I’m just making your life easier.” 

Thomas chuckled. “You better take back what you just said, my dear.” He walked up to you and stopped when his face was inches from yours. “You wouldn’t want to make me mad.”

“You don’t scare me.” You shot back quickly. 

“Really now?” He grabbed you harshly by the chin. “Because I can tell I do scare you. Now, apologize.”

You then snapped and your fist went flying into your husband’s face, sending him stumbling backward and falling on his backside. He clasped his cheek and looked at you with confusion and disbelief.

“You can’t keep hurting me and then demand I apologize instead!” You yelled, taking your suitcase in one hand and opening the front door. “There will be divorce papers in your mailbox next week. I am done with your shit, Thomas Jefferson! Good day!” 

And with that, you walked out of that house.

And out of that horrid chapter in your life.

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littlemidnightkingdom  asked:

About promptis mpreg. How do you think Prompto was during his labor and delivery. I mean, dramatic or funny? Or scary? Or anything else XD and how did Noct react to that?

@littlemidnightkingdom


Well, I haven’t set in stone what happened yet. But as of right now, I have two ideas of what happened. One is a semi-happy and funny. The other is kinda angsty. Shout out to my bud @bulecelup for helping me sort these out. Whichever one I choose, I’ll write a fic about at a later date.


Soooo the semi-happy one is with Prompto’s water breaking in the middle of the night while he and Noct are sleeping. Prom knows right away what is happening and tries to wake Noct up but he doesn’t budge whatsoever. So he spends at least 20 minutes trying to wake him up. Noct feels the wetness in the bed and wakes up to complain about “Prompto wetting the bed” but he justs get a very angry Prompto yelling at him.

So then he kinda panics once it hits him that Prom is going to have this baby. He rushes to grab the bags and take them to the car. He does the typical person in labor thing and is ready to drive off but forgets Prompto at home. Prompto is 10000% done at this point. But he is going through the motions quicker than what he thought so he doesn’t have time to get angry because that baby is coming asap.

Noct drives as fast as he can (with Prom getting upset about his reckless driving) and they get to a hospital just in time. The birth seems to go well and all is good and they have a wonderful baby boy they named Nikolas.


Now, the angsty one has Prompto out on a photo excursion somewhere on the outskirts of Lucis for a magazine. Prom doesn’t like to be cooped up in the house while he is pregnant so he continues his job (freelance photographer) even when he’s pregnant. So during this photo shoot, Prom’s water breaks and he panics because he is far away from where Noct is at the moment. So he manages to find a place on the trail (like a shed or something) to wait in. He calls Noct and Noct freak out when he learns how far away he is. Prompto is nervous seeing as this is his first pregnancy and he had never even been around a person that has given birth before, so he just starts crying on the phone to Noct about how he’s scared and that he might not be there to help him. Noct gets Gladio and Ignis and they head out right away to find where Prom is. 

Prom can’t hold on anymore and can’t wait for Noct any longer. He’s a screaming and crying mess at this point. He is in a ton of pain, in the middle of nowhere in a shed, and about to give birth whether he likes it or not. He comes to terms with what is going to happen when Noct and the others show up right on time. Gladio calls an ambulance but he knows it will take too long to get there. So Ignis and Gladio do their best at being a doctor while Noct immediately gets close to Prom and comforts him as best he can. It isn’t long after that Prompto gives birth to Nikolas and the paramedics show up about five minutes later. Both mother and child turn out healthy and okay after all that.


Soooo I hope that answers your question. Once I nail down the details of what I want to do, I’ll write a fic to go with it! Thank you for asking! I’m having a lot of fun with answering asks!

Inktober Day 1

(Yeah I know I’m late, but I’ve actually been drawing every day I just procrastinated posting―who knew.)

Maybe this year, I’ll actually complete all 31 days… let’s hope for the best.

Here we have LTTR!Adrien piercing his ears Parent-Trap style because God knows Gabriel would never approve of it… You gotta do what you gotta do.

Please Do Not Edit/Repost, Thanks


Essentially, when Adrien first receives his miraculous, he is overjoyed (if not slightly confused). He is extremely excited to finally be able to escape being cooped up in his house, and Tikki is a good choice of a companion, considering how lonely he is. He is 100% accepting and ready to transform, when he realizes he can’t even wear the earrings. He knows his father would never approve of taking him to get his ears pierced (hes practically the face of Gabriel’s fashion line), so he thinks he’ll have to give them up and someone else will become Ladybug instead. Ever resourceful, Tikki suggests they just pierce his own ears (she’s dealt with worse situations than just not having pierced ears), so she walks him through it (probably with the help of a wiki-how tutorial or something just for kicks), and he braves the needle. It’s not exactly an ideal situation, but Adrien is more than willing if it means he can become a hero (and maybe it’s also a slight act of rebellion against Gabe).