Title: My Future Wife, LeFou! Words: 2,456 Pairing: GastonxReader Warnings: Little Bit of Swearing A/N: Oh dear god I can’t find any Gaston stories I like so I guess I’ll just write my fucking own I guess that’s the only way I’ll ever be happy so enjoy my Luke Evans thirst
As a former member of Congress representing New York’s 3rd congressional district, I want to chime in. I’ve seen activism from both ends — as an ordinary citizen and an elected official — and I’ve seen what works and specific actions we can all take that will truly resonate.
1. Show up
I recently recorded a video for Mic about the most effective action you can take to influence your lawmakers. To sum it up: In 2010, we saw the Tea Party quickly rise to power across the country as the Affordable Car Act was being considered. I remember some of my colleagues in Congress reporting back to me that they had held town halls, which usually attracted maybe 20 constituents, and walked into rooms filled with hundreds or even thousands of people. I saw for myself when I held a town hall on Obamacare and had to answer to hundreds of constituents asking me questions about the legislation.
You may not agree with their politics, but the Tea Party was effective in getting members of Congress to answer their questions and consider their opinions.
My call to you: Show up to events that your local congressperson or senator (on both the state and federal level) are hosting. Don’t know how to find that information? Call 202-224-3121 and asked to be connected to your member of Congress or senator. Ask them when their next public event is. Then show up and ask them why they voted a certain way, voice your support if you agree with what they’re doing, tell them why you disagree if you don’t agree with how they voted.
2. Join a civic organization
Yes, I likely have many years on you. I remember a time when there was no such thing as a home computer, never mind the internet. We are so much more powerful these days. We have access to an incredible amount of knowledge and can be part of networks without even leaving our couch. But, this is also a disadvantage. We don’t talk to each other face to face, and we hide behind a screen that allows us to retreat into our corners.
My call to you: Join an organization. Maybe it’s a church, synagogue or mosque. Maybe it’s a volunteer group. Maybe it’s a political organization or maybe it’s simply a book club. Talk to new people. Get to know what scares them and what motivates them. Don’t let the bullying and name calling that dominates public discourse detract from your own humanity. We need more opportunities to connect with each other in our increasingly polarized country.
3. Learn about how the government works
According to an Annenberg Public Policy survey done in 2015, only 31% of Americans can name all three branches of our government. There’s hardly a statistic that scares me more. We can do all the yelling and opining we want, but if we don’t understand how our government works, how can we expect to affect any positive change? Imagine an electrician showing up to your house who doesn’t know how the wiring works.
My call to you: Educate yourself! Re-read our Constitution, understand what it is our Founding Fathers were creating, know which branch controls which function of government. Read books like George Orwell’s 1984 or Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 to understand the warnings they share. We are all affected by government and laws at every level in our daily lives (Did you drive on roads today? See a law enforcement officer patrolling?). It’s imperative we understand its inner workings.
4. Devote half an hour every day to reading diverse sources of news
I get it. Reading news can be hard these days. In fact, it seems hard to separate fact from fiction. But Thomas Jefferson was right when he said, “An informed citizenry is at the heart of a dynamic democracy.” We cannot expect to hold the president and Congress accountable if we don’t know what they’re doing.
My call to you: Read the news. Devote a half an hour a day. Diversify your sources, but stick to real journalism. Avoid overly partisan rants on both sides. Get the facts. Support our journalists — their jobs are more important than ever.
This is a no-judgement zone, but I must ask: Did you vote this past November? Only 55% of Americans did. And that number gets even lower when we look at years in which there’s no presidential election. In 2014, only 36.4% of Americans took the time to make their voices heard. And we’re worse off because of it. Even though we only vote for a president every four years, we vote for state and local officials, congressmen and women and maybe your senator or governor on other years. Make sure you’re voting whenever there’s an election. All elections matter.
My call to you: In 2018, there will be a midterm election. Every member of Congress will be up for reelection, as well as many senators. Make sure you vote. Make sure your voice is heard. There’s nothing more important you can do as a citizen.
Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - Part 2
A/N: Sorry on such a long wait for this imagine. I hope that it was worth it though. Enjoy my lovelies:)
The final bell rings, signalling the end of class and also the end of the school day. You start packing up your things with shaky hands, your nerves getting the best of you. It’s Friday today. Which means it’s the beginning of the weekend. This also means that you will be going to Zach’s house, staying there for the next couple of days.
You have been able to stay calm and collected the next few days after he had asked you to sleep over at his house for the weekend, but right now you can’t help but start to feel really antsy.
Summary: They always said Kim Taehyung had a you-shaped hole in his heart. Pairing: Taehyung | Reader Genre: Fluff + light Smut, Skater Boy AU Word Count: 12,819 Author’s Note: Inspired by those Taehyung left version concept photos and mainly sparked by a conversation I was having with @an-exotic-writer so naturally I drafted this as a token of my love and no I am definitely not writing this because talking to Missy certainly does not give me heart problems whatchu mean. I’m also tagging @kimvtae because we were screaming about the concept of a skater boy Tae together.
You’ve always had a very peculiar habit of being drawn towards the things you couldn’t even imagine yourself doing—although you could argue that’s exactly why you found yourself naturally gravitating towards them in the first place. Unlike most people, who might have been taken by an envious desire to take on certain challenges and obstacles that were most likely out of their league, you found a natural peace chasing after something you couldn’t quite obtain yourself.
Maybe it was your own self-awareness or the fact that you never felt confident enough to branch out towards something that was so clearly on the opposite end of the spectrum from what you were normally use to. You’ve always just been content watching other people take on their passions while you remained on the sidelines with your own hopes and dreams and aspirations. It always excited you to see people participating in their interests—so much so that friends would always humor you that it was always the people rather than the activity they were indulging in that drew you in towards them.
That’s probably why you accepted your best friend’s invitation to leave your apartment for once and drive down to the pier, taking refuge across one of the many skateparks that planted themselves across the oceanfront, beyond the cool sand and ocean breeze of spring. Jeon Jungkook always reprimanded you for rarely having the time to come out and see him perform his new spins and flips, which is probably why he seems much more animated than usual at the prospect of finally getting to show off these new skills to you.
In which Archie distracts the reader in the best way possible.
Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader
Warnings: Smut, smut and more smut!
A/N: so I got a super positive response for me writing some riverdale smut and a request for some Archie x Reader so here it is. Pass me the holy water people!
You were sat at your desk desperately trying to finish your English
essay whilst listening to the red-headed jock on your bed whine and groan about
how bored he was. That boy was Archie Andrews – jock, musician and certified
fuckboy. You weren’t really sure why he was there or what you were to him. All
you knew was that despite his complete lack of judgement in sticky situations
and his gullible nature, he was a total sweetheart and he liked you a lot. You were
snapped out of your daze by the feeling of strong arms embracing you from
behind and slightly chapped lips against your neck.
“You need a break…” he murmured against your skin, the
vibrations sending shivers down your spine.
“I can’t…I have to finish this…” your voice trailed off as
his lips found your ear, nibbling on the lobe lightly and eliciting a moan from
“Please (Y/N), can’t you just do it later?”
You were tempted and his breath on your skin clouded your
judgement momentarily before you swallowed and composed yourself.
“Arch…I can’t,” you tried and failed to sound convincing and
as you turned to attempt to look him in the eyes with faux sincerity he simply
wet his lips and nodded. You turned back to your work, scanning the page trying
to recollect your thoughts. You could feel Archie behind you still and you
tried to ignore the sound of his heavy breathing and concentrate on the task at
hand. His calloused hand came to rest on your shoulder and after a few seconds
you noticed it inching further and further down. Your mouth became dry as his
fingertips trailed down over your collarbone then further still. His finger
circled around your nipple through the thin material of your tank top and your
breath hitched in your throat. His finger didn’t linger though, it continued
its path down your stomach and past your navel and heat flooded your cheeks the
further south they got. The pressure between your legs built with anticipation
and you clamped your thighs shut upon instinct. You swallowed the lump in your
throat and he coaxed your legs apart slowly. Your arm curled behind you to
grasp his neck and pull him in for a sloppy kiss, essay completely forgotten.
How was it that he knew exactly what you wanted – exactly what you needed?
His long fingers began making slow, languid strokes against
you, through your leggings and you bit your lip to stifle the moans threatening
to escape your lips. His head rested in the crook of neck, sucking and biting
on your sweet spot and leaving dark purple marks there. His hand drifted
upwards to the waistband of your leggings and expertly slipped inside. The sudden
skin-on-skin contact made you gasp and his palm flattened against you. Painfully
slowly he slipped a finger into your entrance and you couldn’t stop yourself
from moaning his name in sultry tone. This made him gasp and encouraged him to
slip in another finger, keeping them still and teasing you mercilessly.
“Please Arch I-I need…” you stammered, bucking your hips
against his fingers in a feeble attempt to gain some friction. He grinned
boyishly at the effect he had on you and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek
before pumping his fingers. You groaned, finally satisfied by the pleasure he
was providing you. Apparently, Archie wasn’t because he moved his thumb to
press on your most sensitive bundle of nerves. One of your hands clutched the
arm of your desk-chair whilst the other rested behind his neck, tangling your
fingers in his luscious red locks. He began to pick up his pace, thumb circling
your clit furiously whilst he whispered unforgivable things in your ear. With one
final curl of his fingers you came undone around him, walls clamping around his
fingers and his name falling from your lips in a guttural moan. He continued
his movements until you had ridden out your high, falling limp against the
chair, utterly spent. You gazed up at him with a captivated smile and he
returned your stare with a lopsided grin.
“Better than your essay?” he asked, biting his lip and
raising his brows in childlike anticipation for your answer. You hand came to
rest on your chin as you mocked contemplation.
“I dunno Arch, Shakespeare might have got the upper hand
with this one,” his eyes lowered to look at the ground and he mumbled a disappointed
“oh…” until you burst into a fit of giggles. “I’m kidding Archie! It was
amazing…you are amazing.”
With that you leaped up from your seat and pulled him into a
tight embrace, peppering him with quick kisses to which he laughed and returned
them in response. You had fallen for this boy, hard and every second you were
with him you seemed to fall harder.
You asked for a part two. I gave you a part two. Though its probably not as good as you wanted! Prompt: After their moment in Pop’s kitchen, Jughead tries to confront Y/N about what happened. Warning: Smut reference. Part One
The day after yours and Jughead’s heated moment you find yourself back at the scene of the crime. Back at Pop’s for yet another shift, one you were happy to work as it was one of the few where you didn’t have the dark haired devil that was Jughead Jones. A name that hadn’t released your lips since you moaned it in his ear just last night. Oh, last night… As soon as Pop’s entered the diner, you both fumbled trying to grab your shirts, sooth your hair before Pop’s saw the two kids he had known since they were children about to loose the last of their innocence on the kitchen counter of his own diner.
Neither of you spoke a word to each other after that. The flirty jokes which had become common between the two of you halted in an almost un-natural manner, one you hoped Pop’s hadn’t picked up on. You left the diner the second your shift ended, not even saying goodbye to the boy who had waited behind just to keep you company.
Request from my fave @i-am-the-luna for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:
#10 - “I’m gonna kill him!”
#58 - “Well this is a nice change of scenery.” “____, we’re in a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”
You pace the cage, Jax sitting calmly on the bench, an amused smile on his face as he watches you.
See, today had started out wonderful. So wonderful in fact, that you decided to head to the clubhouse with Jax and see if Gemma needed any help at TM.
Long story short, some bitch had come in to get her car serviced, though you were pretty sure she was just there to drool and flirt with Jax. You’d obviously not taken to that kindly, and when said bitch started to run her mouth, you’d punched her straight in the face.
She called the cops, one of the officers grabbed you a little too roughly for Jax’s liking, which then led to him punching said officer in the face - you and Jax both having the same low tolerance for bullshit - and now the two of you were being held hostage in a fucking cell. Great.
“Well this is a nice change of scenery.” Jax breaks the silence, you stopping your pacing to glare at your cellmate. He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, a teasing look on his face.
“Jax, we’re in a prison cell.” you deadpan, holding your arms up around you to gesture to your current surroundings. He smirks at you, rolling his eyes, his hands coming to rest on his thighs as he pushes himself upwards.
“I was being sarcastic.” You raise your eyebrows, his laid back exterior slowly cracking through your stressed one, a smile making its way onto your face. He reaches you, pulling you by the belt loops until you’re right in front of him, your palms resting on his chest.
“I’m sure after the second or third time of being locked up, I’ll be calmer.” you jest, Jax’s arms slipping around your waist and resting on your ass in a protective way. “Just let me freak out for my first time.”
He hums, leaning down to share a gentle kiss, your eyes slipping shut he does so. Once he pulls away, he moves his hands to your waist, squeezing comfortingly. “My apologies, babe. I sometimes forget what a good girl you are.”
“Damn, I bet she is.” you jump at the sound of company, Jax moving you aside and going closer to the bars, the police officer from earlier on the other side, a painful bruise forming on his cheekbone.
“What did you say?” Jax spits, his figure tall as he stares down the officer. The man just smirks, his eyes moving to you as they trail up and down your body, your skin crawling as he does so. Creep.
“I bet she’s really good with orders, hm? You know what they say, a lady in the streets is a freak in the sheets.” You scoff in disgust, knowing this man is just trying to push Jax’s buttons, and he’s definitely going to succeed. “Bet she’s real good with her tongue.”
“You better shut the fuck up before I reach through these bars and shove my fist down your throat.” Jax growls, his tone overflowing with venom. You rub your hand up and down his back soothingly, trying to calm him down.
“Bet she’s nice and tight, wet too. That true, sweetheart?” you scoff in disgust, feeling Jax shaking out of anger. He grabs at the bars, the officer flinching as Jax yanks at the metal, anger radiating off him in huge waves.
“I swear to god, I’m gonna slit your goddamn throat, remember that.” The look of terror on the man’s face is hilarious, and you’d laugh if the tensions weren’t so high.
“We alright here, gentleman?” you breathe a sigh of relief when Unser interrupts, a set of keys in his hand. His officer coughs nervously, before scampering out of sight.
After Unser cuts you two loose, the whore intelligently deciding not to press charges and Unser managing to let Jax off with a warning, you wait outside the station for your ride.
“I’m gonna kill him!” Jax yells suddenly, before he takes a drag from his cigarette, the nicotine failing to lower his vexation.
“Hey,” you push off the wall you’re leaning against, moving to stand in front of Jax. “Don’t let him get to you. He just said those things to piss you off.”
He shakes his head in defiance, his lip curling as he replays the confrontation over and over in his mind. There is nothing that gets him angrier than people disrespecting his family, especially you.
“It fucking worked, and once I get my hands on him, he’ll have more than a sore cheek to worry about.” Jax seethes, throwing his cig to the floor. He sits on the wall, pulling you gently to stand in between his legs.
You comb your fingers through his hair, knowing it helps calm him, his eyes slipping shut as you tug softly at his locks. “You’re my girl, (Y/N). I’m always gonna look after you, you know that right?”
You smile warmly at his confession, nodding in confirmation as he looks up at you. “And me, you.”
A/N - I hope you guys liked this! These requests are making it so much easier to write, I like knowing what you guys want to read :) till next time! X
Prompt: Harry has always been cold towards Y/N, and one day she just breaks.
Word Count: 1581
Y/N wasn’t exactly sure why Harry was always so…cold towards
her. She wasn’t sure how to describe it, he never called her anything rude,
never swore at her, never yelled, but the tension always seemed to be in the
room. He always seemed to hate being around her, in her eyes he hated her. She
felt the negative vibes, he always rolled her eyes when she entered a room, he
always ignored her, and if answered her it was with a harsh and cold tone. It made
her want to shrink in her spot.
She didn’t understand. Harry was always so happy and warm
around others, he was always so quick to help them, but when it came to Y/n she
might as well have been invisible. It reached the point where she felt uncomfortable
being in the same room as him. She felt weak and small compared to him and she
didn’t like the idea of the two being alone.
It was the way he treated her, the small remarks her made
every time. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it, she had never
done anything to him. She took each blow extra hard, always having a crush on
Harry and having him treat her like this made her want to lock herself in a
room and cry. She couldn’t believe how mean he was.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! Thank you for being amazing and beautiful in everything you do!
It’s been forever since I’ve written and I apologize for that.
Thank you all for the love on Notebook! I was shocked to say the least:)
Summary: You’re the ‘mom’ of the team but what happens when you’re not Bucky’s fan?
Word Count: Could this have been written in 2 parts? Sure, but where’s the fun in that?! Just kidding, I didn’t want to stop.. So.. Lord knows…. (I’m so sorry I don’t know I don’t have Word so I can’t count them and I refuse to count them myself because it’s a lot.)
Warnings: Suicide mentions, suicide scene (NO ONE DIES), sad moments tbh, fluff, hugs (A TON OF HUGS), sign language (If that’s even a warning), annoyed Bucky, nightmares, and crying. Dang… It sounds really heavy but go with it.
Please let me know if you liked it! Thank you for reading, I hope you have a good day:)
You’ve been at the Avengers compound for almost 8 months because your cousin Tony requested you after the fallout between himself and none other than Captain America. Luckily between that time, Tony and Natasha have been speaking to Captain and the government finally expunged what James Barnes did while he was under mind-control by writing him off as ‘mentally unstable’.
You rubbed your hands together excitedly as you awaiting the arrival of the other half of the infamous team. To your knowledge they all knew who you were and understood your reasoning to be there for the team.
An Honorary Mother, everyone likes to say.
You’re a very affectionate person, you’ve always loved seeing people smile because of you and enjoyed helping them through issues and were very excited to help the coming members, especially James Barnes. You read his file and couldn’t stop the blush as you looked at all the pictures they had of him. He was incredibly handsome and you knew he needed someone other than Captain America to help.
“Hey, waiting for your new sons and daughters?” Natasha said lightly as she walked over to you at the entrance of the compound. You turn to her and gave her a hug, she laughs quietly and hugs you back before pulling away, “you do know you saw me an hour ago?” She asks with a quirked eyebrow, you shrug and watch the doors.
“Everyone needs hugs, it’s scientifically proven to help you mentally and physically, you know.” You note smiling at her, she rolls her eyes but smiles nonetheless.
“Are you excited to meet them?” She says after a few moments of silence, you nod quickly and look to the door, again rubbing your hands together.
“I hope they like me.” You say quietly looking at the floor briefly as though you’d just confessed to stealing cookies before dinner. Natasha puts an arm around your shoulder, grinning to reassure you.
“Don’t worry, they’ll love you. You’re our adopted mom.” You look at her and smile just as the doors open.
You wait for everyone to come up to you and Natasha, your heart pounding loudly in your ears and you stare up and Captain America and James Barnes, they have at least 8 inches on you. Natasha elbows you lightly and cocks her head towards them.
Captain puts his hand in front of you and smiles brightly, “Hello, my name is Steve Rogers, nice to meet you.” You glance at his hand then his face before hugging him around the waist tightly, he coughs awkwardly and hugs you back gently. You pull away and smile at everyone staring at you with wonder except James Barnes who stares at you with anxious eyes.
today we were playing on the beach where they have these randomly placed pieces of exercise equipment, gently corroding in the sea air but still used. 2 lean n fit French dudes came running up and stood very pointedly behind us so applying playground etiquette because I raised them right my kids moved on to let them have a turn on the metal bar things. Which was good because the lean n fit French dudes did their Manly Shirtless Pullups on the metal bar things and that was a nice view so we didn’t rush off (”They’re speaking French like you and papa!” chirped Child 1. “Shh darling, let’s not talk about your father right now,” I said, slipping my wedding ring into my pocket) (that’s a joke I didn’t really do that but it was a nice view, is all). Then while they carried on doing press ups in the sand (not where I would have chosen but then I can’t do any press ups at all so what do I know) some more kids came up to play with my kids, and this little 8 year old girl’s dad lifted her up to have a go on the metal bars, and as soon as she was up there it was like the Olympics, hand over hand, top speed all the way round, she did like 90 pullups without even losing a flip flop, then her dad caught her and put her down and she ran away to do something else.
the French dudes came back after that for another go, but you could tell they knew they’d been outclassed. the 8 year old girl did it faster and her hair was better and everyone on the beach knew it.