swinging seat

Extra Bacon on Whatever

Summary: You decide you need Sam, now. So you and him drive off in the Impala and park somewhere to have some fun
A/N: I wrote this in about an hour and a half so that means… you should grab some clean panties. <3
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Warnings: language, smut, oral (male receiving), I think that’s all? 
Word Count: 1,974

Originally posted by trenchcoatedangel67

Dean would not stop talking. You all had finished a hunt early in the day, and there wasn’t another one lined up - so in this motel room you sat. You, Sam, and Dean had migrated over to the table in the room; and as midnight approached, the more alcohol you all drank. Well, the more alcohol that Dean drank; and the more alcohol Dean drank, the more he talked.

You and Sam were all for a night off, but neither of you were in the partying mood this evening. You sat next to Sam, and Dean sat across from you. You’d finally gotten him to be quiet, even if it was just for a minute as you had him watching YouTube videos on your tablet. You and Sam enjoyed the silence for a moment.

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my thighs are killing me cause today i found an old swingset on a trail i was walking and stopped to have a few swings but the seat was really small and uncomfortable, almost as if it wasn’t designed to fit a grown man’s ass

Mirror For The Sun - Part 6: Mt. Rushmore

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 5  -  Part 7

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 3692

Author’s Note: Okay team, I love-hate South Dakota. I think that shows in this part. XD I hope you like it anyway. Fun factoid, so far I have been everywhere in this fic that I am taking you all, and by the end there is only one place that I’ll not have described from experience.

Originally posted by wanderluxx

I woke early this morning and made my way to the kitchen, Steve was already up, wolfing down a protein bar and preparing for a run. Not quite ready for conversation and definitely not interested in a run on my first vacation in years, I slipped silently past him onto the elevated deck that wrapped around much of the cabin Y/N had managed to find and rent for us. I have to admit after 14 hours of driving yesterday alone, most of those hours contentious and stressful, this cabin with plenty of room for the four of us to spread out is a much-needed reprieve.

As much as I hate to admit it, Nat knew exactly what she was doing convincing Y/N to map out this trip. She knows exactly how far is too far a drive for one day, when we all need space or when it’s okay to tough it out and share a small hotel. Just now the space and the quiet is a welcome change from the hot, overcrowded amusement park or the busy city streets.

I check my watch and know the sun must be coming up, but looking out from the roughly hewn pine railing, all I see are tall, dark evergreens covering the rippling hills in front of me. I can’t even see another house from here. The morning air is cold on the back of my neck since I’ve tied my hair to calm it, so I flip my hood up over my head and turn with a start when I hear her soft voice. “It’ll warm up soon.”

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I’ll Show You

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 4,609 (I’M SORRY)

Warnings: strong language, kissing, teasing, oral (male recieving), unprotected sex, fingering 

requested by @ephemeral-stilinski

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae

I pinch the bridge of my nose, eyes squinting in frustration and anger, trying to wrap my head around her words. “I’m sorry.” 

I take a deep breath, finally opening my eyes and staring into hers. She didn’t seem bothered. Her eyes weren’t watering like mine, her face didn’t hold the same sad, contorted expression as mine did. Although, why should it? We were nothing serious, just fooling around. 

“I just wish you told me sooner.” I huff, taking yet another deep breath in attempt to steady my rising heart rate. There was no denying I had accidentally caught feelings along the way of our hookups. Someone was bound to, and that just so happened to be me. Am I surprised? No, because this is the type of dumb shit I pull daily, and I’m honestly beginning to question every choice in life I’ve ever made. 

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A Bad Day Turned Good

Tyler Scheid x Reader

Word Count : 1998


I was looking down at my phone messaging my date for the fifth time asking him where he was while pacing back and forth in front of the movie theater ticket booths. I turned around to walk back to the other side of the booths when I walked straight into the chest of a tall man. I dropped my phone in surprise and yelped slightly. How embarrassing, I thought. The tall guy, being less startled then I, bent down and picked my phone up and handed it back. I quickly glanced at his faced, curly dark hair in a beanie, brown eyes, and a slight beard. Then I stammered out an apology.

“It’s okay. I hope your phone’s okay,” he replied calmly. He flashed me a quick smile and then my phone dinged. It was my date, saying that he couldn’t make it and that he was sorry. My face fell and I glanced around trying to decide what to do now. My eyes caught on the guy who’d picked up my phone. He was looking back at me with a slight smile as he stood by the ticket booths. I tried to smile back, but I think it came out more as a grimace. The guy was with four other people, two other guys, one of which had blue hair, and two girls, the blonde was holding the hand of the other dark haired guy. I bet they’re going to have a fun evening, unlike me, I thought. I looked at the movies that were showing that evening; The Space Between Us, Rings, Youth in Oregon, etc. I was supposed to see Rings with my date. I normally hate horror movies, but if I’m with someone I’m okay. I didn’t know if I should still go see it. I’d heard people say that it’s really good and really creepy. Well I might as well still try and watch it, if I don’t like it I can just leave. I shouldn’t let my stupid date spoil my night out, I thought decisively.

I bought myself a ticket and some sour patch kids and walked into the theater. I walked down the left side row looking for a seat near the wall and away from anyone. I sat down and opened my candy, but waited to eat them until the movie actually started. As I was waiting, I looked around to see who had come to see the movie. Sitting in the middle and a bit behind me, was the guy I had run into and his friends. I quickly glanced away before he saw me looking at him. He’s not too bad looking now that I actually look at him, I thought with a smile. Then the movie started and I instantly regretted everything. I hate horror movies and this movie was so fricking creepy and scary. I kept jumping at the slightest thing. I was also extremely self-conscious and uncomfortable. Maybe I should just leave. This is sooo not worth it, I thought looking around. Just when I had mustered the courage to get up and leave, someone sat down next to me. I looked over stunned and realized that it was the guy I had walked into earlier. My face turned red and I looked down at my sour patch kids.

“I’m guessing you’re not a fan of scary movies,” the guy asked, sort of matter-of-factly.

“Uh no, not especially. I was supposed to be with someone, but they didn’t come,” I said, hoping that it was dark enough that the guy couldn’t see my red, embarrassed face. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him looking at me and I glanced at him quickly and then back to my candy. I decided to be nice and offered some to him, he took some and then introduced himself as Tyler.

“I’m (Y/N),” I said. He smiled and then focused his attention back to the movie. I glanced back at his friends that he had left for me and saw that they were all glancing between myself and Tyler and then to each other. They were all grinning for some reason. I focused back on the movie and continued to eat the sour patch kids. As soon as I did that, a jump scare happened. I wanted to run away and bury myself in a pile of blankets.

“God dammit,” I muttered while focusing on the candy.

“Hey (Y/N), you’re okay. Don’t worry – I’ll protect you from the scary monsters,” he said with a smirk. Is he making fun of me? I’m not some wimpy girl that needs protecting, I thought bitterly. First my date stood me up and now this guy I don’t know if making fun of me for not liking the movie. I stood up and walked out of the theater, probably with an angry look on my face. When I got out of the theater and into the fresh air, I leaned my head against the wall. God damn everything today, I thought dejectedly. Today had been such a bad day, all I wanted to do was go to bed.

“Hey,” a voice startled me out of my thoughts and I spun around looking for the source. It was the guy I had run into, Tyler.

“Yes? What? Need to make me jump some more so you can laugh?” I said harshly. He looked hurt, but I wasn’t in the mood to be nice.

“I wasn’t making fun of you in there. I was trying to help,” he said quickly. I sneered in response. “I don’t like horror movies either. I only went because my friends dragged me along. I saw you jumping during the movie and I thought that having someone next to you might be comforting and when I said the thing about protecting you from the monsters… well I don’t really know why I said that. I think I was just trying to sound cool or brave…”

“Oh. That’s actually a really nice thought,” I muttered slightly astounded. Here I was thinking he was a total jerk and actually he was trying to be nice to me. Damn, I thought looking him over more closely. He was tall and sturdily built. His hands were dancing around as he tried to decide what to do with them. Little curly bits of his hair poked out of his grey beanie and he had a slight beard forming along his jaw line. His eyes were a soft brown with real compassion shining through them.

“I’m sorry I was so rude to you,” I said remembering how I snapped at him. “I’ve had a really bad day, and then my date stood me up, and then I thought you were making fun of me and I was just not in the mood for that…”

“It’s okay. Totally understandable. Everyone has bad days, I just didn’t want to add to it,” he said, a smile coming back to his face. I realized how nice his lips looked and I couldn’t help but bite my own. Then I gave myself a quick mental slap and looked around.

“Um so uh, I don’t want to keep you from the movie. I’m sure your friends are wondering where you are,” I stuttered out.

“Eh, it’s fine. I wasn’t into the movie anyways. Would you mind if I kept you company? We could get a drink or some food… or we could just walk around,” he said glancing around.

“A walk would be good. Maybe that’ll calm me down.”

“Shall we then?” he said motioning down the street. I nodded and then started walking. I realized I still had the sour patch kids in my hand so I ate one and then offered some to Tyler. He took a few and looked at the street thoughtfully. I kept glancing at him from the corner of my eye as we shared the sour patch kids. We walked in silence until we came to a playground with a swing set. I immediately headed straight for it without waiting to see if Tyler would follow. Luckily he did follow and he laughed slightly as he saw where I was going. I smirked to myself and sat on one of the swings and started to rock myself back and forth. I kept my eyes trained on my feet, but I could feel Tyler watching me.

“You know, you’re really pretty. And I mean like gorgeous pretty,” he said slightly awkwardly. I glanced over at him smiling. He was blushing, but also smiling. I stood up and slowly walked in front of him. I had a half smirk, half smile on my face.

“You really think I’m pretty?” I said with a devious smile. He swallowed as he quickly glanced at me. Then he took a breath and steeled his face.

“Yes I do,” he said matter-of-factly. I slowly advanced on Tyler until he was standing up, but leaning backwards on the swing seat and I was directly in front of him. He kept glancing at my lips and I bit mine as I looked at his. I took another step forward and leaned forward until our lips were almost touching, but then I stopped. I looked at his eyes until he made eye contact with me, and then I turned around and walked away towards the jungle gym. I could only imagine the look on his face. I looked over my shoulder and he was still standing/leaning on the swing watching me. I climbed up the jungle gym until I was leaning against a pole on an upper platform. I looked back at Tyler and gave him a big mischievous grin. He shook his head and smiled back. Then he followed me up the jungle gym. He leaned against a pole opposite me, but didn’t approach. Boys are used to girls going to them, but I like to make the guy come to me.

“I’m not going over there if that’s what you’re waiting for,” I said with a smirk.

“What if I’m just admiring the view,” he said with his own smirk. After another moment he pushed off the pole and approached me. He put his hands on the jungle gym on either side of me, giving me nowhere to run to. He stared intently at my eyes and I refused to break contact with his or move a muscle. Surely enough, he broke contact and glanced at my lips. I licked them and smirked again. His eyes glowed like embers and he slowly moved his face closer to mine. He stopped right before our lips touched and he stayed there, refusing to move further. I looked into his eyes and then I closed the distance. His lips were soft and the kiss was slow at first. Then I broke the kiss off, but I didn’t move away. I waited – feeling the tension of the moment, and then he grabbed my neck and the back of my head and kissed me with all the passion and tension that was in his eyes. I kissed him back with all the pent up emotion I felt and the butterflies that Tyler made me feel in my stomach.

After a few moments, a mixture of shouts and laughter erupted from the street. Tyler pulled back, but didn’t let go of my neck. He didn’t turn around, he just bent his head in what seemed to be embarrassment.

“Damn them,” he muttered. Then he looked back up and me and planted another kiss on my lips. “Those are my friends. They’re very nice people, but they’re also very loud and sort of nosy. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I laughed. I peered around him and sure enough his friends from the movie theater were standing by the entrance to the park. Smiles were visible on all of their faces. Tyler sighed and then turned around.

“Hey guys… How was the movie?”

anonymous asked:

Can I ask a mini fic or scenario where unknown breaks into Mc's apartment but Mc is quite loopy (like from meds w side affect or maybe she's a bit drunk) but like she's super affectionate, so she leans against him or rubs up against him cuddling and nuzzles into him innocently, and plays w his hair and boops his nose etc Just silly affection, but she does this as unknown takes her all the way to mint eye, so then he's just in front of rika with mc leaning against his shoulder all happy

Hello~! I’m not sure if this is quite what you want, but it’s still pretty cute, I think~! Hehe!

– R.I.

God, where is this woman??

6 hours. He’d been waiting for her for 6 hours. Granted, it wasn’t like she was supposed to be quietly waiting for me to break into her apartment to scare her, but- but… Okay, no that actually sounds reasonable. Never mind.

A part of him was a bit worried if you’d found out about his plans somehow, and you’d already taken shelter with one of the RFA members. But he decided to wait it out for a while longer. According to his research, you were always home by 12 in the morning.

Finally, the door unlocked, and he could hear the jangling of your keys as you pushed through the door. Before he could step out creepily, he could hear the bounce in your steps as you skipped through the entrance, shutting the door closed behind you. Well, you seemed to be a great mood.

(Or he’s just in a bad mood, after being left to wait 6 hours to scare you. At this rate, maybe he should just stay for a sleepover or something. He deserved it lololol)

Unknown stepped out from the shadows of the wall he hid behind, a sinister glint in his eyes as he eyed you carefully. “Well, well, well… Look what we have he-“

You notice him and jump over to him excitedly. “Ohmigosh! I didn’t see you there!!” you exclaim happily. “Welcome to my humble abode~ Let’s play!”

A bit offended by your lack of reaction, he furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. I swear I had the creepy act perfected. Why is it not working?

You sniffed him, then suddenly pressed your nose into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. “You smell soooo nice~” you sigh dreamily, burying yourself into his scent.

“Are you… drunk?” he asks cautiously, feeling a bit overwhelmed. This was not going according to plan. In fact, it was the opposite. You were creeping him out.

“Drunk? No way, I don’t drink!” you glare at him for his assumption. “But I diiid just grab a niiice cup of coffee from Jaehee earlier… Seven was there too!! He was acting a bit weird though, he laughed the entire time…”

My stupid, idiotic brother must have put drugs into her coffee… Unknown realized, mentally facepalming. He figured that the caffeine’s effect on making you act hyperactive plus an enhancement drug probably brought you to this… unrefined state.

“Well, come on, let’s go,” he stated, dragging you to the window.

“What? No! You just got here,” you pouted, tears welling up in your eyes. “You smell so nice, please don’t leave…”

His cheeks reddened, embarrassed by what you had said. “Sh-shut up already!” he mustered a weak glare at you, which only served to make him look absolutely adorable.

You giggled at the sight, and raised your hand to his nose. “Boop!” you pressed his nose. “Daawwh, you’re so cute~”

Annoyed (no, he’s actually enjoying this, guys), he drags you to the window, where a safety line has already been attached. He holds you in his arms, (in which you lean into his chest because man, he has some nice muscles) and jumps out the window.

“WHEEE!!” you screamed as you felt the wind blow against your skin from the force of your fall.


Seriously? That’s what you’re worried about? Unknown mentally sweat-dropped from your random statement. No, more importantly, what do you mean by yet? I’m kidnapping you, woman. What the hell are you going on about?

Finally, the two of you land on the grass, and he takes the brunt of the fall on his back. You lie on top of him, feeling the aftereffects of the fall in your head—you felt a bit dizzy.

“Are you okay?” he cautiously asked.

“Man, you’re a weird kidnapper! Who asks their victim if they’re okay?? This isn’t like the movies at all… or maybe you’re just a nice guy!” you wonder out loud.

Well, at least you were aware that you were being kidnapped.

He leads you to his car, and puts it into autopilot as you hop into the passenger seat cheerily, swinging your legs. “THIS IS COMFY! You have good taste in cars, Mr. Kidnapper~” you compliment him. “And the car smells just as nice as you, wow!”

Again, his heart seemed to skip a beat. “You… you’re really… strange,” he muttered, suppressing a blush from spreading across his cheeks.

You crawl over to his side of the car, and sit on his lap. “Hehe~ you’re even more comfortable, Mr. Kidnapper,” you mumble as you hug his chest, suddenly falling asleep.

His heart beat insanely fast, but you were already close to losing consciousness.

“Your heartbeat… sounds nice,” you yawn before the darkness faded in.

One can only imagine how flustered Unknown became throughout the ride back to Mint Eye Headquarters.

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What Goes Around (M)

Plot: After discovering that your boyfriend cheated, you find yourself in a nearby bar drinking your sorrows away. You are mad at the world until a handsome stranger decides to sit next to you.

Genre: Angst/Smut

Characters: Chanyeol x Reader

Word Count: 2,253

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

The bar is packed tonight and all you can see are two shot glasses sitting in front of you, or is it only one? Whatever the case may be, you lost count about a six shots ago.

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Not Like This (Part 2)

Part 1: Here
Part 3: Here
Part 4: Here
Part 5: Here

Sorry for the double tags, guys.  Tumblr was apparently having some technical difficulties.  Its all good now!  Enjoy!
Fandom:  Star Trek AOS (Soulmate AU)
Pairing: Reader x Bones
Word Count: 3,633
Rating: Teen+
Warnings: Injuries, blood, scary scenes 
Tag List: @outside-the-government @littlecarowrites @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse  @feelmyroarrrr @trekken81 @lurkch @yourtropegirl @answer-the-sirens
Author’s note:  SO many people have asked to be added to the tag list for this fic.  I am absolutely flattered.  I’m so glad you guys like it!!  I apologize if I missed anyone in the tag list, please let me know if I forgot your name.  Also, if I have you just in the tag list for this story but you wish to be on my permanent tag list, please let me know!

I hope you all like this part just as much… its actually my favourite part of the story so far.  Enjoy!

          Leonard had gone back to his business after his last projected thoughts, after his soulmate had wished him luck on his exam.  It was going to be a hard one, he was sure, and he nervously chewed on the end of his stylus as he waited for the instructor’s signal.  The exam appeared on the screen of his tablet as his professor indicated that they could begin and he bent over it, meticulously reading each question and answering carefully, his mind completely focused on his task.

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anonymous asked:

OMG your Saeran fic was greaaaat! What would happen if MC woke up and the drugs were wearing off (there'd still be some loopiness but not as much) just after they arrived at mint eye?

Anonymous said to mysme-fics

1 possible suggestion 4 unknown fic if u want but like, when saeran arrives at mint eye Mc is still sleepy and he tries to get her to wake up but she’s still all loopy. So he has to carry her in bridal style since she won’t be walking in lol, and /maybe/ if he then goes infront of rika saying he has Mc and then Mc wakes up and just kind of looks around confused for a bit, then nuzzles into him, and Rika tells him to put her in those dungeons for now since she’s too drunk for brainwashing atm 

This took a while! But I finally got it written!!

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Probably a good idea to re-read to refresh your memory, since it’s been a while…

Recap: MC has been kidnapped by Unknown, while she is in a loopy state after Seven drugged her as a prank. Please read Part 1 first. 


He leads you to his car, and puts it into autopilot as you hop into the passenger seat cheerily, swinging your legs. “THIS IS COMFY! You have good taste in cars, Mr. Kidnapper~” you compliment him. “And the car smells just as nice as you, wow!”

Again, his heart seemed to skip a beat. “You… you’re really… strange,” he muttered, suppressing a blush from spreading across his cheeks.

You crawl over to his side of the car, and sit on his lap. “Hehe~ you’re even more comfortable, Mr. Kidnapper,” you mumble as you hug his chest, suddenly falling asleep.

His heart beat insanely fast, but you were already close to losing consciousness.

“Your heartbeat… sounds nice,” you yawn before the darkness faded in.

He roughly shakes you awake from your slumber, grumbling that you’d arrived at the base.

“Hnnng? Carry meee, Mr. Kidnapper, I’m tiiired~” you yawn, snuggling into his chest. He was so warm, and you really didn’t want to get up. 

He grunted. You could feel his heart beat faster, but his voice still came out nonchalant and irritated, “You’re so annoying. …And stop calling me that, my name’s Saeran.”

… But he still (begrudgingly) slid his arms under your shoulders and knees, lifting you out from the car. He kicked shut the door with his legs, letting it auto-lock.

You kept your eyes closed, feeling safe, warm and secure in his strong arms. Ironic, because he was your kidnapper, and you were the supposed victim.

He entered the Mint Eye Headquarters with ease, the security guards recognizing him and allowing him inside immediately. Saeran glared coldly as he walked through the hallways, sending intimidating gazes to any one who dared to look at him.

You cracked open an eye, noticing how bright and decorative your surroundings were. Seriously, this was some all-new kidnapping experience. Didn’t these kind of places appear dark, dull and grim?? But it was so tidy here, almost like a mansion…

Saeran approached grand doors, and they opened as his footsteps stopped, the echo resounding in your ears.

“Come inside,” a haughty female voice called from within the room.

The guards of the door kept their heads bowed down to him, their arms extended to welcome him.

Saeran held his head high as he walked inside, and you fully opened your eyes in curiosity. Where were you now?

The drugs were beginning to lose effect, but only just enough to bring some of your awareness back. Your eyes caught the ends of long blond hair, travelling up the cascades of hair and meeting mysterious green eyes. A smirk was upon this woman’s face.

… Huh? You swore you had seen her somewhere before.

But you just… couldn’t remember… right now…

Your head felt woozy again, and you let out a breathy laugh. Life was weird. The room spun around for a moment, even though you’d been in Saeran’s arms the entire time.

The woman’s eyes narrowed at the sight of you. “Did you drug her?” she scowled.

Saeran shook his head briefly, “No. It was a prank that…. someone did to her.”

“Well, she’s obviously too unstable to be taken to Paradise!” the woman snarled, standing from her throne-like chair. “Throw her in the dungeons! You’ve failed me once again, Saeran.”

He winced at those words, and you noticed how sadness welled up in his eyes. You groggily reached up towards his face, gently stroking his cheek. “It’s okaaaay, Mr. Kidnapper!” you exclaimed. “I like you~”

Saeran abruptly turned around with you in his arms, his face flaming. “Understood, Saviour,” he responds to the blonde, acting as if he wasn’t blushing over your sudden confession.

He’d never been loved before. Even if it was a lie… even if you didn’t really mean it because you weren’t in your right mind… it filled his heart with hope and desire. Desire to be loved.

Although the ‘Saviour’ had ordered for you to be thrown in the dungeons while you recovered from your loopy state, Saeran had brought you into his own room instead.

It was a simple room on the top floor, so the ceiling of his room could be mechanically moved to reveal a window, where one could stare at the night sky and watch the stars, or the rain pitter-pattering onto the glass. There was one large king-sized bed with black bedsheets with white calligraphy designs, in which he dropped you onto.

“Oof!” you exclaimed as you landed on your back, bouncing slightly on the bed. You cast him a sly smirk, “Heheheh, that felt dirty~”

Saeran glared at you, though it wasn’t all that effective considering how his ears were evidently tinted red from embarrassment. “You’re the dirty one,” he muttered, throwing his leather jacket upon a chair piled with clothes.

“Really!?! Then will you clean me up, Mr. Kidnapper?” you pouted.

“Clean yourself!” he threw a towel in your face to cover up his embarrassment, smacking you with it unintentionally. “Nonono! I’m sorry,” he stammered in a panic, eyes widening in horror. “I d-didn’t mean to hurt you, no, I’m not like her, no…”

Her? Who?

His eyes were swimming with tears and panic. “I’m not a monster. I’m not.” He was whimpering now, hands clutched on either side of his head. “Please don’t hate me. Please. I’m not a monster, I swear…”

“Mr. Kidnapper…?” you softly called out, sitting up properly on the bed. You reached your hand out hesitantly, but he backed away, stumbling over his feet and falling to the floor.

“No, no, no. I don’t abuse people. I didn’t mean to hurt you. No, I’m NOT LIKE HER pleasepleaseplease don’t hate me!”

He was a mess, fear and anxiety practically spilling from him.

Your heart squeezed in pain at the sight of him. Why was he hurting?

“No, Mr. Kidnapper… you’re not a monster,” you denied in a gentle tone. “I consented to being kidnapped… you protected me when we jumped out my apartment… you let me sleep and didn’t wake me up until we arrived… you carried me just because I asked… you’ve never laid a hand on me… and you even took me to your room instead of cruelly leaving me to rot alone in a dungeon. You’re so sweet and considerate. There’s no way you’d be a monster.”

He listened despite his frenzied state, and he suddenly fell silent. His eyes lowered to the ground, his arms wrapped around himself, he quietly asked, “Are you… lying to me?”

“No,” you whispered, crawling towards him and enveloping him into your arms. He deserved all the affection that you could offer.

He lifted his head, meeting your eyes. His mint-teal eyes captivated you—such a unique colour… You felt your eyes closing, and you began to lean in subconsciously. (Also because you were still affected by Seven’s damn drugs.)

A series of knocks came at the door, and the two of you immediately jumped apart. Saeran regained himself, running a hand through his bleached hair.

“I have to go,” he said with a hint of hoarseness in his voice, taking on a cool, nonchalant expression again, hands in his pockets.

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Aight folks. Its Friday and next Friday I’m moving! In porch news my friend Michael who is an art handler in my department submitted his porch. This is the first porch I’ve reviewed that I’ve also sat on! Multiple times! Another first, first porch picture with a human being in it! And yet another first, THERE’S A CAT IN THE FIRST PHOTO. That’s Bagheera, he’s a cat Michael found and keeps now. Bagheera is very ornery, but quite loveable. He’s also tangled with many animals larger than him. Ornery outdoors cats are a wonderful addition to almost any outdoor seating arrangement.

I love this porch, though I disagree with a change Michael recently made to it. The porch used to have a porch swing in the rear near where the railing makes a corner. Porch swings are [100 emoji]. But, the purpose of this blog isn’t to judge people for outdoor seating arrangement choices they make so I’ll just leave that there.

Hot facts on this porch:
- made of concrete
- has two small chairs and one small table
- I count 3 potted plants
- is where I have smoked 38% of my shame cigarettes
- is about 15 feet away from where some mormon kids asked Michael and I for directions then asked what we were doing tonight and I was like “oh I’m about to go stand up comedy for the first time” (true). They then asked me to tell them a joke. I hadn’t even done stand up yet and people are already asking me to tell them a joke.

This is a great porch for casual hangouts, relaxing at the end of a hard day’s work, or lingering on while you wait for your friend Libby to get out of the bathroom because you’re going to be late to standup.

Drink wise I asked Michael his recommendation and he said he prefers a fresh tequila based cocktail. Seems solid [obamadrinkingbeer.jpg]. Tequila is perfect for porches you relax on at the end of a long day.

All in all I give this porch a hot 9/10. Mostly because of my time on it. Whoever said these ratings are scientific?

FP Jones x Reader

Warnings: Smut (no plot whatsoever!), swearing

Walking across town in the middle of the night didn’t scare you, the dark trees hanging overhead and the empty streets giving way to the thumping of music and the yelps of teenagers partying. Rounding the corner, you could see the dancing bodies spilling out of the Andrews’ house onto the front lawn. You stopped across the street, observing the antics of the drunken teens, spotting him straight away through the open front door. He was standing on the staircase leaning on the handrail watching his son who was standing in the bay window.

Suddenly Jughead launched himself across the room, punching another kid right across the jaw, receiving a stronger punch in return which sent him flying across the snack table. Your eyes flicking back to FP, but he was already moving, hauling the teenager out of the front door by the collar of his shirt. His show of strength and dominance had you squirming where you stood, leaning against the tree trunk on the other side of the street.

“Show’s over” he roared, causing the masses of teens to tumble down the front steps and spill into the streets. You watched an altercation between FP and his son, their hands gesticulating wildly, but you couldn’t hear their words. Suddenly FP’s son turned and stalked back into the house. Once Jughead had disappeared, FP turned and began to walk back to his truck. You followed, meeting him by the hood of the vehicle.

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Paper Hearts (Part 10)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 3.9k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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I wrote about this on Facebook and have seen a lot of references to it elsewhere but I just think for archival purposes I might as well write it down here: Trump is a puppet and Republicans of all stripes are desperately scrambling to force through as much absolutely repugnant shit as they possibly can, so that when his downfall comes (and someone, somewhere, probably has a careful plan for how to bring that about, and maybe even a schedule; impeachment most likely, and they’ll drag it out but let it happen), they can disavow everything terrible that happens, and spend just long enough dragging their feet on “repairing” all the “damage” he did (and it was all him! all on his own! he and his people! such rogues!) that the things they wanted will still happen, the people who were getting paid off for various corporate deals can still cash out, the assets can still get stripped out of the various government agencies, the outrage can burn itself out a bit, hopefully the few thousand sickest and most expensive patients stripped of healthcare will up and die already, the most annoying activists can get declared felons, a good collection of undesireables can get rounded up and deported or whatever, it’s all to the good even if it’s morally and legally indefensible. 

But by the time midterms roll around, they can all pin the blame for everything terrible that has happened on Trump, and campaign for re-election and maybe even swing some *more* seats red because of the terrible consequences of the things they pushed through. They were helpless, you see. It was all that horrible man’s fault.

So. I’m thinking maybe we need to spend a little less energy frantically protesting everything he does, and a little more energy carefully taking note of just who wrote each of those executive orders, who the authors of those bills were, and who, especially among the Democrats, collaborated. 

Take note of your Republican reps’ actions, and write to them and tell them that you see what they’re doing, and when Trump falls you’re not going to let them blame it on him; you see what their actual actions were in this ridiculous and confusing time, and you’re not going to fall for it.

Take note of your collaborators and write to them and tell them you’ll be backing a primary challenger against them in the next elections, if they’re Democrats. 

We surely need to be planning for 2018, and these are the first steps for that. This is all meant to be overwhelming and distracting. Look to the long view. There’s not much more we can do in the short view– obstructionism is the only way to minimize the damage before Trump is eliminated. 

(And, of course, keep the pressure up so that he does actually get eliminated.) 


Klaus x Reader

Requested By Anon

You sleepily stepped out of your room only to be swept into Klaus’ arms, bridal style, as he descended the stairs and set you down next to the dining room table. He smirked at you as he bowed and kissed the back of your hand before pulling the chair back and waiting for you to take a seat.

“Klaus I can walk myself.” You object but he shakes his head and vanishes into the kitchen.


“You should let us help you.” Hayley hummed as she took the seat next to you, biting into an apple in her hand.


“I don’t need help.” You sigh, jumping when Klaus is next to you with his hand resting on your swollen belly.

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew all of my enemies.” Klaus mumbled.

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Professor Evans (5/?)

Summary: Chris and Y/N text each other and they spend time together at a field playing catch with Dodger. And Y/N feels sad at the end

Pairings: Professor!Chris Evans x Student!Reader 

Word Count: 1,686

Warnings: Chris wearing grey sweatpants, yea that needs a warning 

A/N: I haven’t uploaded a part in so long, forgive me darlings. I give this part with Chris being flirty and wearing grey sweatpants as a peace offering :) 

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Their car ride was normal, well as normal as a car ride can be. Chris was somewhat of a good driver, he did got honked at a couple of times and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. When they arrived at her apartment, they traded phone numbers and from that day, they couldn’t stop talking to each other. They would talk day and night about the most random things, but each time they both found whatever they were talking about interesting. Truth be told it was only because they were talking to each other and that made their relationship become stronger, day by day. Y/N’s friends knew something was up since she always smiled crazily when his name was displayed on her phone or how she would choose to ditch them to do other things with Chris. But Y/N never told them she would go to Chris’s office or that she had his phone number, knowing they would make it a big deal. So she kept it a mystery and her friends were enjoying the thrill too.

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target | alfie solomons

anon requested shelby!reader getting arrested with the rest of them and alfie getting her out, confronting tommy

It was like the floor fell out from under the room as Tommy reeled off the charges. Everyone was suddenly at attention, raising from their seats and swinging around, looking at each other for an understanding they couldn’t find themselves.

You’d perched against the bookcases at the back of the room, wanting as much distance between you and Tommy as possible. You loved your brother but sometimes you couldn’t stand the sight of him and the last couple of months had been especially fraught. This was the last step. You’d get your share and be out of here. Back down to London with Alfie. Let things cool down, let Tommy sort his head out.

That wouldn’t be happening now.

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bambiesque  asked:

As I've had a thoroughly depressing day and could do with something fluffy, could you do something with "happy tears" maybe?

“You know, the party is inside.”

Robert looked up from where he was sitting, gaze fixed on the grassy ground underneath him, taking in every detail of the new shoes he was wearing, needing something to focus on, something to ground him. “Hm?” he squinted at Aaron, his husband looking nothing less than godlike as he stood, the sun setting behind him and making him glow.

Maybe it was cheesy.

Robert didn’t much care.

“The party is inside,” Aaron nudged, easing himself down onto the seat next to Robert, a slightly rickety swing seat they’d built together, their first summer in the Mill. They’d had a lot of memories on it, in the two years since, good and bad, and none that made them want to fix the slight squeak the chair made.

It was perfectly imperfect, just like them.

“I just needed a minute,” Robert admitted, eyes flickering toward the house, their home. The noise was spilling out of the back door, the kitchen windows, music and laughter and the sounds of everyone they loved having come together to celebrate them, to celebrate their love again.

It felt sort of overwhelming, to know so many people wanted to celebrate the wedding redo, to cheers to their second chance. It had taken time, sure, but even Chas had come around, in the end, even buying herself a ridiculous hat for the occasion.

Their legal wedding.

The legality of it wasn’t the important bit, really. It never had been, for them - marriage was so much more than the license, than the piece of paper that tied them to each other.

But Robert couldn’t deny how secure, how safe he felt, knowing his life was bound to Aaron’s, in every single way, by choice, by law, by love.

“Talk to me,” Aaron said, his expression sincere.

It felt like a redo, of that first wedding, the quiet moment outside. Only this time, there was no heartbreak, there was no sense of finality, no dread of what was to come.

No, today was nothing but happiness, the two of them looking to a happy future together, no time limits, no impending prison sentence.

It was just the two of them, and a happy ever after.

“I can’t believe this isn’t a dream,” Robert admitted, tears glistening in his eyes as he spoke. After all they’d been through, after all Robert had done, he couldn’t quite believe he got to have this, the family, the house, the husband.

“You crying because you’re actually stuck with me now?” Aaron teased, pointy elbow digging into Robert’s side.

“I’m crying because I’m happy,” Robert admitted, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. It was summer now, warm and peaceful, the two of them having long since discarded their suit jackets.

New suits, for the day that was in it.

“I’m usually the crier,” Aaron joked, knowing that out of the two of them, he had always been the one who wore his heart on his sleeve. “Come on, don’t set me off.”

“Sorry,” Robert shook his head, reaching for Aaron’s hand, linking their fingers together tightly. “I just never thought I’d have this, you know?”

“A husband? Took me a while to wrap my head around that one n’all,” Aaron said, giving Robert’s hand a squeeze, a reassuring ‘I know’ sort of gesture.

He didn’t know, this time.

“Happiness,” Robert admitted, looking out across the garden again. Brightly coloured flowers, neatly tended flowerbeds, reminders of the hours they’d spend knee deep in dirt, turning their little grassy knell into a real garden. “I always thought I’d spend my life hiding a part of myself, you know? I never thought I could feel like this, happy - and free.”

Aaron gave him such an adoring look, his eyes full of love, full of pride that it set Robert’s heart racing. Happy tears shone in Aaron’s eyes as he spoke, Robert’s husband leaning in so their lips were only inches apart, his tone light and teasing.

“Happy second wedding day, Mr Dingle.”

Robert squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to savour every moment, remember how this very moment felt for the rest of his life as he echoed Aaron’s words. “Happy second wedding day, Mr Sugden.”