just not the feet

Morphine You Moron ~Spencer Reid~

Summary: You and Spencer are kidnapped and you are tortured. 

Warnings: Explicit torturing and angst. 

Pairings: Spencer x Reader and a bit Platonic Derek x Reader. 

Author’s Note: 


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“You can kill me. You can torture me. You can rip me apart limb from limb. But for the love of God please don’t touch her.” Spencer’s voice echoed through the empty room. The man standing between you and him merely chuckling. 

You screamed out as another lash landed on your bare back. Your body arched forward, trying to pull as much away from it as possible, but your restraints kept you firmly in the same place. Your arms were tied above your head and your feet just touched the ground. 

Fifth day of hell. 

Spencer stiffened and pulled violently on the restraints that kept him station to a pole. 

“Please! Stop!” he screamed out. “Please. Please!” 

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Feet have souls (and soles)

OK. I do not have a thing for feet or seeing them being touched (just so you know, Rhett). At least, I didn’t have the thing in question before today, but after seeing today’s GMM, I don’t know what to say anymore…

Personally, I think foot reading is in the same category of woo woo as palm or scull reading, but as with any pseudoscience, you can make it sound real if you read it in a believable way. I have to say, the characteristics found on Rhett and Link’s feet today sounded accurate. Then again, I think this more thanks to the fact that they know each other so well.

The fact that Link had shaved his foot hair before filming is somehow adorable. As if we hadn’t seen his hobbit feet in all their glory before, poor thing. And Rhett was almost sad to see them gone, too. Link’s feet did seem very pretty today, but I think the fluffiness added some extra personality to them.

My mind got a little sidetracked during the first reading of Rhett’s feet, because I kept picturing the guys going through their UFC phase in their dorm room (lol, what?). I’d like to see a Storytime about that!

I’m actually rewatching the episode while writing my comments, and I’m slowly losing my analytical abilities and turning to a shipping fangirl, so sorry (not sorry) about that. Rhett completely forgot he was supposed to use the pointer when he examined Link’s arches, when a while back when he gave Link a pedicure he was barely able to touch his feet. There was just so much touching going on today, and being cute and a little rhinky, that my silly heart almost exploded.In GMMore, we got to see more feet, but no Mail or Jen today. I had no idea whose feet the other ones were until they showed Matthew and Micah behind the curtain. But I immediately guessed the third pair of feet belonged to Ellie. I’d like to think it’s because I know my crushes from top to toe.

Just look at these two!

Byron x MC - Adeline

For my anon who wanted a little Byron story with a twist… here’s a drabble to get your heart wrenched.

Byron and I exited the carriage and made our way into the theater for the gala. It was a hot summer night in Stein, and the air was heavy with humidity.

Albert and Nico flanked Byron, remaining just a few feet away as we made our way through the crowd. The atmosphere inside the theater was even thicker, it made me claustrophobic.

“Excuse me for a moment.” I whispered to Byron as he greeted noble after noble. “I’m just going to get some air.”

I stepped out on the the balcony, feeling a little bit of a breeze on my cheeks. It was more pleasant than the stuffy building.

Nico stood beside me with a glass of champagne in his hand, rather than sip it- he swallowed it all in a gulp. I glanced inside to see gentleman in their finest regalia, and ladies in luxurious dresses and jewelry.

Albert joined us outside, still eyeing Byron in the crowd.

“I’m sure he’s fine.” Said Nico. “He’s a big boy, he doesn’t need his mommy.” He chuckled, inciting a scowl from Albert.

I peaked in again to see a fair lady greeting Byron. She was beautiful; her long mahogany hair done up in curls, emerald jewels adorned her neck, bringing out the green in her eyes, her skin was fair, and her dress had to have been the most elegant I’d ever seen.

She seemed to know Byron, they were talking - but not the normal polite chit chat you’d see from nobles. There was something much more intimate about their conversation. My ears burned. I couldn’t hear them over the buzz of the crowd.

“Who’s that?” I asked as I looked at Nico.

He was frowning. His eyes narrowed and his gaze cast downward. He didn’t answer.

“Who is that?” I asked again, my voice more commanding.

Albert’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Adeline.”

“Who’s Adeline?” I looked helplessly between the two knights.

“Byron’s ex fiancée.” Nico sighed. “I can’t believe she’s returned.”

“What?” My mouth gaped. I was already in a state of panic, my pulse was thudding in my ears. “He was engaged? Why didn’t someone say something?”

“They were engaged right after Byron became king, but her family, the Dubois, decided to move. Her father ended the engagement and forced Adeline to move with him to Alder. We never thought we’d see her again.” Albert had never been more serious.

“But she’s back now.” Nico’s voice was low.

I looked again through the open doorway to see Byron and Adeline still talking. I felt my heart sink in my chest, and a wicked feeling that something bad was about to happen.

i kinda want a territorial Matt. Shiro is still protective of Matt but like Matt is down right territorial. Whenever another alien gets close to Shiro Matt gets between them and gives them the sink eye and maybe snarls. He’s cool with the Paladins and adjusts to the Alteans but those first few weeks where it was just him and Shiro on their own no one could get within 20 feet of Shiro.

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Keep A Place For Me

Relationship(s):  Ryan Haywood/Ray Narvaez Jr. , Geoff Ramsey/Griffon Ramsey , Gavin Free/Michael Jones/Geoff Ramsey , Gavin Free/Michael Jones

Summary: Ryan is just your average young heir to a wealthy fortune, with a dead mother, disapproving father, and house full of servants. Ryan’s never known a life outside of the luxury he was born into. Sadly, with luxury, love is more of a rarity.

And then Ray is tossed through the front doors of the Haywood mansion, right at his feet.Ray is just a servant.

 Legally, he doesn’t even own his own freedom. He’s young, vulnerable, beautiful, compelling. Ryan falls for him the moment the two lock eyes- but Ray isn’t going to let him in that easy. Ryan’s never even had a friend before, let alone someone who lights up his insides and makes him feel alive for the first time since- well- ever.

But young love never lasts so easily


This is a story about young love at first sight, loss, revenge, gunslinging and most of all, freedom. Every wonderland has it’s Alice, and Ray Narvaez Jr is so much more than just Ryan’s to save.

Read the first two chapters here on AO3! Updates every Wednesday!

#71 for @averca! (Solangelo of course) I’m probably not going to do many more of these so I can move onto other prompts, sorry if I couldn’t get to yours! I was listening to the Pirates of the Carribean score while writing this and somehow it went from a cute and fluffy oneshot to a pirate au no one asked for??? 

Prompt: “You are the single best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

The sound of boots slamming on the deck filled Nico’s ears as he raced to the starboard side of the ship. His heart pounded in his chest, drowning out the gunshots and shouts of men echoing through the night. Just a few more feet, and he’d be safe on his own ship.

He sprinted towards the railing along the deck. Several ropes were strung across the space between the two vessels, swaying dangerously above the murky water below. Nico stretched his arm forward to grab onto one of the ropes, but before he could reach it, something struck his shin and he toppled forward onto the weathered wood of the ship.

“Where do you think you’re going, Di Angelo?” a voice said.

Nico rolled onto his back and found himself face to face with none other than Will Solace, who happened to be the captain of the ship he and his crew were currently pillaging. His golden hair fanned around his face like a halo, and the thick, silver rings decorating his ears glittered in the orange evening light.

“Solace,” Nico hissed.

“Here to devastate my ship again, are you?” Will said in a bored tone. “Have you forgotten about your last attempt?”

Nico scowled at the memory. His last attempt had failed, resulting in the loss of a dozen crew members and severe damage to his ship. “Don’t remind me, Solace,” Nico snarled.

Will grinned and drew his sword from the scabbard on his belt. Nico scrambled to his feet and retrieved his own blade as Will began circling him, studying him with eyes the color of cornflowers.

“We don’t have to fight with each other, you know,” Will said.

Nico barked a laugh, “I think you’re missing the point of our fighting, captain. We don’t fight because we have a reason to, we fight because we’re both bored out here on this damn ocean and fighting gives us something to keep our minds busy.”

The corners of Will’s mouth turned downward into a frown. “Do you realize the kind of money we could be pulling in if stopped the rivalry?” he asked, coming to a stop in front of Nico.

Nico gazed at him. In the day’s dying light, the angular plains of his face were more defined. His soft, pink mouth and wide, blue eyes feigned a look of purity and innocence. For a moment, Nico was tempted by his offer. He shook the thoughts from his head and fixed his face into a glare. He had been at sea far too long to fall for the choir boy face of Will Solace.

“The answer is no, and if you ask again, I won’t hesitate to run you through with a sword,” Nico replied.

Right as Will opened his mouth to retort, several members of Nico’s crew came bounding across the deck, carrying sacks of gold and jewels. They shimmied across the ropes and deposited their spoils onto the deck, whooping and cheering at the sight of their haul.

Grinning, Nico returned his sword to its scabbard. “Well, Will, I have got to say, you and your pacifist nature are the single best things to ever happen to me. Without you, who knows what I would do to entertain myself” he said. He approached the railing and swung himself onto one of the ropes, “Thanks for the loot, Solace.”

He scrambled across the rope towards the safety of his own deck. A crew member helped him over the side before using a knife to sever the rope. He immediately joined the revelry of his crew, grabbing a handful of riches and holding them high above his head in triumph. All around him rose cries of satisfaction and joy, but for some reason, something in his chest nagged at him and prevented him from feeling the exuberance of his crew.

He peered over his shoulder at the opposing ship, which was now growing smaller as they drifted apart. However, he was still able to make out the figure of Will Solace leaning against the railing, staring up at Nico’s ship. The wind tousled his hair, and his eyes had a glassy, thoughtful quality to them as he gazed. A pang of an unknown feeling reverberated through the deepest parts of Nico’s heart, but he ignored it. He had chosen the life of the sea, he had chosen Will as his rival, and there was no going back on those choices now, no matter how much he may regret them.

anonymous asked:

for some reason, on the morning of the conclave, clarke finds her feet taking her to bellamys room just as the sun rises, she finds bellamy standing at the balcony, looking out over the sleeping city. his skin glowing golden brown under the soft sunlight, his board muscled back tense with the worry of what the day is going to bring. clarke moves to his side and takes his hand, not saying a word but silently letting him know she's there for him and always will be.

oh my gosh

(After Valentine’s men attacked the warlocks’ hideout and moves everyone to another location)

“Ah, much better. Ugh, it’s inevitable. After each move, I get the itch to redecorate.”

(Looking intently at Alec, smirking and being flirty)

“Normally, I love a dirty lair, but this one is just sloppy.” (Whilst straightening a table with his feet 🤣)

Alec, the poor lost puppy was so overwhelmed and confused with all the attention LOL



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anonymous asked:

So we know Ji Dwi's and Han Sung's biggest fears now, but what are the other Hwarang's biggest fears?

Ban Ryu’s is gluten and chickens, Yeo Wool’s is ostriches, Sun Woo’s is cats (what a coincidence when his nickname is Dogbird), and Soo Ho’s is this one guy no one knows the name of but apparently looks like Soo Ho and seems to be known for his flaming charisma. 

And that led to a bunch of weird revenge stories- one famous one involves Ban Ryu being stuck in the middle of the chicken farm because someone put loaves of bread around him and chickens were just surrounding his feet. 

felix started free soloing when he would go on long trips during his more regular courier work, around 18, he’d seen old pre war magazines about it when he was 16 and he tore out and saved a specific page of it, which he still has to this day. since he had no rock climbing shoes and no idea how to make them, so he just climbed without shoes, and his feet are pretty scarred up from it. eventually he scoured for some pre war climbing magazines and fashion books to make his own rock climbing shoes with help from a cordwainer and cobbler in the ncr

he loves the concentration he’s able to maintain during it, no safety gear and just chalk on his hands, n scaling up a mountain or cliffs. while invigorating, it’s also, almost calming to him. he’s weird n likes danger, the taste of death from one misstep or slip of the hand, is, enticing as hell, and yet its the only time he’s methodical ever

his hands are gruff n blistery, but he always slathers them in agave n shit afterwards, moisturize 


Sammy is a thirteen year old standard poodle who comes in every five weeks. Usually he gets two baths and then a haircut, so only a full groom about every fifteen weeks. So, today I just did his face and rounded his feet, bath, nails etc.

He has to be lifted out of the crate and carried around because he can’t walk on our floors. Usually we carry him out to the sidewalk and let him walk to the car from there. I’m used to carrying him around like a puppy and not the 90lb dog he is.

Today I am worried about Sammy. He’s always been old but he couldn’t walk or stand at all today, couldn’t turn around in the tub, had to lay down while I brushed and trimmed him.

He’s such a sweet boy and I am worried I won’t see him again.