this is from my car ride today

Nothing’s Wrong with Baby

Nothing’s Wrong with Baby Dean x reader

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters

Warnings:  Smut NSFW (This is my first attempt at smut as always feedback is appreciated)


Dean had just walked out of the bunker in his grease stained jeans and black t-shirt he always wore when he was going to work on the car. You told him yesterday that you heard a weird noise coming from Baby yesterday when you were riding in it and he decided to spend the day trying to find the source. Little did he know you had a plan for today and it wasn’t watching him work on the car all day. He laid down on the creeper seat and rolled halfway under the car. His lean muscled body was sticking out and his shirt had risen up and you could see a sliver of his toned stomach above the hem of his jeans. You smiled to yourself and stood up from where you were sitting and walked quietly over to him. You placed your feet on either side of him and leaned over toward the engine. Your outfit of choice was a jean mini skirt and a blue button up blouse with no underwear.

Before he could get his hands dirty you said “Baby can you come out here for a second there’s something I want to show you.”

“Y/N I just started…” His reply died when he rolled out from under the car and saw straight up your skirt. You could almost feel his eyes on you making you wet. After a minute you feel his hands caress your calves and trail slowly upward. He softly massaged his way up to your mound but before he got to close his hands started moving back down. You groan in frustration. You were so wet and so ready for him and yet he wasn’t giving you what you wanted. Suddenly he removed his hands and started kissing his way up your left leg. When he reached your apex he blew on it sending shivers down your spine.

“So wet. Is this all for me?” He lightly brushed his finger over your folds. The moan you let out was answer enough.

He brushed over your clit and you screamed “Dean!”

“Mmmm that’s it baby scream my name.” He said rubbing your clit a little harder and faster. He removed his hand and you let out a whimper before you felt him spread your legs a little wider and run his tongue from your hole to your clit. Your legs were already shaking when he inserted one finger inside of you licking your clit roughly. You could feel your orgasm coming fast. Dean knows you are getting close and sticks a second finger in your dripping pussy. He feels you start to clench and latches on to your clit sucking and licking pushing you over the edge. He sticks a third finger in prolonging your orgasm. With shaky legs you move so he could get up not missing the sizeable bulge in his jeans. He looks at you smiling as he stands.

“Y/N there’s nothing wrong with baby is there?”

You smile coyly “Nope not a damn thing.”

“Well in that case I know what I want to do the rest of the day.” He lunges at you “Come here you.” He throws you over his shoulder and heads toward the bunker after smacking your ass once.

Don't Tell Me What To Do

I work at what is essentially a hardware store. This particular store has a policy that all animals are aloud inside on a leash, so not only do we get dogs and cats, we also get tons of farm animals like goats and pigs and once in a while a mini horse. All the employees love it and carry treats in their pockets and management doesn’t care if we pet or play with the animals as long as we aren’t ignoring other customers and they actually encourage it because it’s good for building customer relationships

Anyways, I had a closing shift today and the store was dead. I literally only checked out 50 people, when the daily average is closer to 300, so everything was cleaned and put away and ready to go super early. My dad stopped by to say hi on his way home from work and he brought my dog with him because she loves car rides and gets super excited every time she sees me at work. So it’s 3 hours to close and I was petting my dog and deep cleaning the counters and talking to my dad and I literally had not had a customer in an hour.

Cue two guys marching in the store and messing stuff up. They walk through my dirt piles and track mud and manure all over the store and spill feed and mess up the bulk hardware. They mess up the clothes that I had just fixed and leave piles of jeans and shirts on the floor and walk all over them. They pick up a dozen bags of blasting grit (you know how when you go to the beach you find sand in your crevices days later? That’s basically what the blasting grit does) and they lug them around the store. The bags are always leaking so they leave a trail of grit through the entire store (and it’s a nightmare to clean up. It’s like glitter and sand had a child that was raised by Lucifer himself). After a couple hours they finally come up to the register and I start ringing them up. They are super rude and obnoxious and I’m trying my hardest not to lose my temper and they keep calling me ‘baby’ and 'sugar’ and standing too close and they keep touching me and being awful. All of this combined is making me super anxious, which my dog picks up on (I’ve trained her to notice and help when I have panic attacks) so she walks over and pokes her nose through the gap between the register gate and the back and whines. While I’m waiting for the guys to swipe their card I reach over and pet her nose to let her know that I’m ok and one of the guys glares at me and shouts 'Don’t you dare pet that dog! You can’t pet that dog!’ And I just lost it because wtf? I dropped my fake smile and my customer voice and said “That’s my fucking dog and I can pet her whenever the fuck I feel like it.” They huffed and left and they called the store after to complain. Fortunately my manager had seen the whole thing and he is really reasonable and knows that I never lose my temper like that ever so I didn’t get in too much trouble. He just said that if those guys came in again I had to call someone else to ring them up because they “never wanted to see my face again” because I had been so “incredibly rude and obnoxious” Cry me a river tick turds.


YAY REQUESTS! Could you write a spence x reader where the reader is a badass, and introduces spencer to her friends which makes him really nervous about their relationship since he’s such an adorable lil geek? THANK YOU ILY  -Anon

Pairing: Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1929

Warnings: none really

A/N: I kept most of the requests from the old blog and will be doing them here. I have been working on this one for a while and since school is over, now i have some time to myself to write. I hope you guys like this, and share it with your friends :)

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unsweet-ramen-tacobell  asked:

How would the younger/high school Chocobros do their prom-posals?

I believe this is the time of year when high schools start having their Proms… so this is perfect.

Chocobro Promposals (Bros x Reader)


Another day at school. Thank the six you only had a few more weeks until graduation. You were itching to finally be done with High School. Four longest years of your life.

You trudged through the school’s entrance, not even daring to peek at your watch. You knew it was too early too even care. Waking up at six in the morning made it extremely difficult to muster the motivation to paint make up on your face, so you just didn’t today. It was only by a stroke of luck that you remembered to run a brush through your hair.

Noctis awaited obediently for you at your shared locker. Business as usual.

“Hey,” he greeted you curtly.

No words left your lips to greet him back. Only your tired eyes stared into his blue.

“Aren’t you— uh…” he stuttered. “Aren’t you gonna open the locker?”

Raising an eyebrow you looked at him skeptically. “Yeah…? Why is something wrong with our locker?”

“Oh, no nothing is wrong,” he assured quickly.

Okay, he’s acting strange.  Slowly, you turned to your locker and began to dial in the combination. It unlocked with no issue. You shot Noctis a glance of curiosity before shifting your attention back to the locked. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary— wait. What is that?

A square block of wood was placed just above your history text book. You reached in to grab it. It was just a blank, cube of wood. “Noct, what is this?”

“Your supposed to turn it around.”

You rotated the cube until the words “PROM?” met your gaze. A giggle escaped your lips. “Of course, Noct. But what’s with the block of wood?”

“It’s supposed to be a joke. Like… Wood you go to prom with me?” He gave a goofy smile. “Ignis gave me the idea.”

You giggled and threw your arms around him. “You, my love, are a dork,” you stated fondly.


Doing homework on your stomach on your bedroom floor wasn’t your best idea, but you’ve been sitting on your butt all day. Laying on the floor will suffice for now.

Ding dong.

“Ah crap,” groaning, you tried to pry yourself from the floor but with no luck.

“I’ll get it,” your dad called from the living room. Sighing with relief, you dug back into your homework. Only five more questions left then it’s nap time.

“Y/N,” your dad’s voice called out to you in a stern matter. “Come here please.”

Am I in trouble? I didn’t do anything. I think? Right? The fear of getting yourself into more trouble motivated you to push yourself up to your feet and hurry to the front door. Your father stood before the open door and in front of him stood a figure carrying a GIANT stuffed chocobo, holding a sign that read, “Hey chocochick, will you be Prom’s prom date?”

You had to cover your mouth to stifle your giggle.

“Hey Y/N,” Prompto poked his head out from behind the chocobo. His face was red and his voice was shaky. Your dad always like the make your boyfriend feel intimidated.

“Come in, Prompto,” you gently pushed your father aside and allowed Prompto to come in and place the giant stuffed animal onto the floor. You placed a gentle kiss on his nose. “Of course, I’ll be Prom’s prom date,” you said in a teasing voice.


No one ever sat with you and Gladio at lunch and you both liked it like that. You never had any classes together, so lunch was the only time of day you got to spend with one another. The school food was disgusting, as usual, so Gladio shared some of his lunch. Cup noodles, of course.

“Some girl in math today would not shut up about her boyfriend asking her to prom. It was so annoying,” you explained, rolling your eyes before taking another mouthful of noodles. “Some of us are actually trying to learn something. Wait until lunch to gloat.”

Gladio simply chuckled, glancing up at you with his amber eyes. “Are big ‘promposals’ really that ground shaking?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “I guess, at least. I’ve never really thought about it.”



“I’m gonna give you the best promposal the Crowncity has ever seen.”

“Gladio, you don’t need to do that— wait? What the hell are you doing? Sit down!”

Gladio was now standing ontop of your lunch table. You covered your mouth with your hands, you felt your face warming. “Gladio,” you whispered to him aggressively.
“Excuse me, everyone!” Gladio’s voice bellowed through the cafeteria. “I’m gonna ask my girl here a question, and figured you all would like to witness.”

“Oh gods, Gladio what are you—”

“Y/N, will you go to prom with me?”

Your face was as red as a tomato. “Yes, Gladio, oh my gosh, just get off the table,” your volume raised ever so slightly.

Cheers began to rush through the cafeteria. Gladio shot you a triumphant smirk before hopping off the table to kiss you full on the lips.


Hand and hand, you and Ignis walked to the school’s parking lot. Gods bless your boyfriend for not letting you ride the bus.

“You sure you can’t come over today?” You tilted your head upward to him, turning on your puppy eyes.

“I wish I could, darling, but I need to check on Noctis this evening. More than likely there’s a rather large mess awaiting me in his apartment.”

Damn the Prince, always taking my own boyfriend away from me.

“Well, thanks for giving me a ride anyway.”

“Of course, besides, I have a present waiting for you in the car.”

His words instantly perked you up.

“What? Really?”

He nodded. Excitement filled your every vein. You began to pull his hand forward, “Well, let’s hurry then!”

Ignis chuckled, allowing you to pull him forward until you both arrived to your destination. “Wait here one moment,” he prompted. “Close your eyes.”

Complying with his orders, you shut your eyes tight, fighting yourself to not peek.


Okay, he opened the door. Maybe a peek won’t hurt? Right? No. Keep your eyes shut. 

You stood there in silence for a few moments before you felt him tap your shoulder.

“Alright, open your eyes.”
Roses. He held a large bouquet of roses in one hand while grasping your hand with the other. “Y/N, would you do me the honor of going to prom with me?”

Your heart absolutely melted. “Oh, Iggy. Of course!” 

What you do for the people you love.

***Author’s Note: Hey guys! I’m back with a new fic for you this evening, sorry it took so long but I worked super hard on it. So, I hope you guys enjoy it and let me know what you think! Also, feel free to send in request! P.S. this gif doesn’t belong to me! Credit to owner!!

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“I love you Baron.” I grinned, kissing him a final time before slipping into the locker room.

    I was the shy girl in the company, I guess it came with the lack of friends as a child. Wrestling was my only dream as a kid, the only thing that made me feel like I belonged. So, after many years busting my butt down in the indies, I made my way up to the major leagues of WWE. To start, I was in NXT as a new competitor in their women’s division. My character’s name was Adeline, she was bold, outgoing, and completely fearless. With an attitude like that, Adeline was a simple fan favorite. In other words, my character was the polar opposite of my true self. I barely talked unless I needed too and always feared what others thought of me. The only place I wasn’t afraid to be myself was in the ring. It was safe to say that my shyness keeps me from having many friends in the business. However, as of recently, I’ve been dating Baron Corbin for the past six months. We met when we were both down in NXT in the Performance Center training a little over a year and a half ago. We clicked right away, both of us rather quiet, him being reserved and me being timid. I took liking to him right off the bat and him to me. Baron asked me on a date seven months ago and after a month of dating, we decided to make it official. Baron and I have been through it all together, from late night car rides to moving up to main roster from NXT. Baron always made me feel comfortable and like I didn’t have to be afraid to be myself around him. He always seemed to smile around me, something I rarely saw him do around others. Today wasn’t any different as it was Tuesday night which meant Smackdown Live. I sat quietly by myself in catering, scrolling through twitter on my phone, trying not to look out of place.

   “Is this seat taken?” a voice asked, slightly pulling the chair next to me out. I jumped at the sudden break in the bubble of silence that surrounded me. I turned around, flustered, only to see Baron grinning down at me.

   “Oh! Of course! I-I mean, of course you can sit here, not that it was taken. W-Well, you can kinda see that bu–” I rambled, my face flushing red and my tongue confusing my words.

   “Babe, I get it. Relax, I knew what you meant the first time.” He chuckled, sitting in the folding chair next to mine. Baron always seemed to smile around me, although the very first time I saw him, he was constantly frowning or straight-faced. I nodded sheepishly, my cheeks still burning and my gaze down on the table. “Hey babe, nothing to get all embarrassed over. Besides, it was cute seeing you stumble a bit. No need to be nervous around me.” He soothed placing his hand on my lower back, and using his other hand to gently rest on my chin and guide my eyes to his. The red had decreased though I could feel that my cheeks were faintly pink as I nodded at his declaration. He grinned once more and leaned down at softly pressed his lips onto mine. It was simple and sweet, a loving kiss. I laid my head on his shoulder as we separated, which caused him to rest his head on my head.

   “You have a match tonight?” I mumbled starting up conversation, my hands reaching up and toying with the strain of black hair that fell loose from his beanie.

  “Yeah, not till later on in the show. How about you?” he answered, sliding his hand down to rest on my hip.

  “Second match of the show, speaking of what time is it?” I wondered, trying to map out y schedule in my head.

  “Uhh,” he glanced down at his watch, “ 4:23” he responded.

  “I have to be in hair and makeup in five minutes, wanna walk me down?” I asked, my voice quiet, attention focused on his hair.

  “Sure thing baby.” he pressed a kiss to my head. We stood up from the table, pushing in our chairs on our way out. We walked side by side, not speaking much, just enjoying each other’s company as we walked down the hallway.

   “Hey, uh, Bar?” I spoke in a hushed tone, fidgeting my fingers.

  “Yeah doll?” he replied, glancing down at me.

  “Umm, uh, would it be okay if I held your hand?” I asked nervously, my cheeks starting to glow as my nerves grew.

  “Of course you can, baby girl! You never have to ask. In fact, it’d be an honor to have you hold my hand.” Baron beamed cheerfully, taking my hand and intertwining our fingers. I smiled up at my, feeling my heart swell at his words. He locked his eyes with mine as he lifted our joined hands and placed a kiss on the back of my hand.

  “Thank you, babe” I bashfully grinned, swinging our hands lightly back and forth. Barons face lite up at the word, the first time I ever grew the guts to call him the term of endearment that he always used. I never used it, not because I didn’t want to, but because I was too embarrassed.

  “Babe? I like it.” he smirked, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my head, “But, what exactly are you thanking me for?” he questioned, returning to my previous statement.

  “Uh, ya know, for, putting up with me and my unbearable shyness, a-a-and for always making me feel, ya know, comfortable, a-a-and, uh, not afraid to be myself. So, uh, I really appreciate you.” I fumble over the words that are tumbling out, playing with Baron’s fingers that are still locked in mine.

  “That’s my goal, I always want you to feel comfortable and safe and protected. That’s what you do for the people you love.” he told me, gazing into my eyes with a light grin on his face. I stopped dead in my tracks, completely starstruck at his words. “Why did you stop?” he wondered, glancing back at me from a couple steps ahead of me.

  “Did you mean it?” I muttered under my breath, locking my eyes on the floor.

  “Mean what? That I want to make you feel safe and protected? Of course I did, sweetheart.” he looked confused, still staring at me.

  “N-n-no, uh, that you, um, that you love me.” I whispered, rubbing my finger over his smooth nail.

  “Oh! That! Well, yeah of course. I do love you babe, I thought that was common knowledge.” he said nonchalantly, smiling at me. He took a couple steps back and pressed a kiss onto my forehead. I blushed rapidly as I started to walk by his side once more.

  “I love you too Baron.” I stated proudly, not stumbling over my words so he knew I was serious. Baron grinned like the cheshire cat and removed his hand from mine so he could grab me by the hips. He leaned down and pressed his forehead on mine.

  “God, I love you. I could listen to you hear me say that you love me for every second of everyday and never get sick of it.” he whispered passionately, taking his hand from my hips and using them to cup my face.

  “I love you Baron Corbin.” I whispered again so he could hear me say those three words once more. The second the last syllable left my lips, he placed his lips on my mine. We molded together like two pieces of a puzzle, my hands flying up to his necks while he griped my hips tighter. I was so lost in his lips I completely forget we were in public, which a makeout session is something I would never do in public. We parted after a minutes, both of us breathing slightly heavier than before.

   “As much as I would love to stand here with you in my arms forever, don’t get me wrong, it would be a dream come true. However, a certain someone is due in hair and makeup in a minute.” he breathed, rubbing his nose against mine. I hummed in reply as Baron gentle pulled away from me and grabbed my hand again. “Off we go, my love.” he lovingly said, as we headed even closer to the makeup section in blissful silence. We were there in a matter of minutes, walking in and seeing a couple of superstars lingering in there. Jackie spotted me right away and ushered me into a chair, Baron trailing behind us.

  “Okay, so what look are we going for today hun?” Jackie asked cheerfully, sorting through her supplies. I shrugged, going red at my lack of an answer. Baron placed a hand on my shoulder from behind and ran it up and down my arm.

  “Whatever you like, I mean, whatever is easiest for you, I guess.” I stumbled, trying to stop the words from falling out. Jackie laughed at my slight fumble and smiled.

  “I gotchu girlie. Now, close your eyes and let’s get started.” she grinned. I gave a light smile and leaned back into Baron’s touch, his hand still racing up and down my arm. Jackie worked rapidly while chatting with the other makeup gurus as I had small talk with Baron. She worked quickly and quietly which I was very grateful for. Within ten minutes, my makeup and hair were both completed flawless and Baron and I quietly hand in hand.

  “I, uh, have to go get my gear on for my match.” I spoke softly, re-starting my finger fidgeting, running my fingertip over his nail.

  “Sure thing, love. Want me to walk you to your locker room?” he asked, lightly swinging our hands back and forth.


  “Anything for you.”

  I blushed at his compassion and headed toward the women’s locker room that was around the corner. We were there in a matter of minutes, pausing in front of the locker room.

  “Well, uh, this is my stop.” I muttered, rocking back and forth on my heels.

   “Good luck tonight babe, make sure you are careful tonight in the ring. I’ll find you after your match,okay?” he smiled, resting his hands on my hips. I nodded and rested my head on his chest.

  “I’ll be watching your match tonight, well, I always do, like really I do, but I want you to know that I watch and, uh, um, be careful tonight Bar.” I stumbled, hiding my face in his t-shirt. He laughed at my fumbles of words, rubbing his hand up and down my back.

  “Will do, baby.” He laughed, pressing a kiss on the top of my head.

  “Uh Bar, c-can I ask you something?” I mumbled.

  “Of course, you can always talk to me.” he reassured, his tone turning serious.

  “Do you want to, ya know, uh, stay the n-night, in, uh my room.” I muttered, twisting his shirt in my hands.

  “I’d be an honor to stay the night with you.” He grinned, gently stepping away from me, then using his hand to guide my lips to his.

  “So, I’ll see ya later?” I asked, double checking.

  “Yep, I’ll see you later, babe. I love you.” He told me, kissing me again.

   “I love you Baron.” I grinned, kissing him a final time before slipping into the locker room. 

Snorting Snowflakes

I hurt everywhere. I need sunglasses to sit inside on an overcast day. I struggle to ride in cars anymore, and I don’t make it much farther than my backyard. I’m not the same person I was - a part of me is probably gone forever, but I hope the “gone” took some of the worst.

Today, in that backyard, I inhaled a snowflake. And goodness! The snort preceded real, deep laughter - the kind of laughter that fills your stomach of all its empty nooks. Standing there, exhausted just being a few yards from my bed, I noticed it:

I’m miserable. But I am happy. You try explaining that.


Hi there! Can you do a Tom imagine with lots of fluff? And involves you guys going on a car ride? I couldn’t get the ask box to work so I messaged you!

The week wasn’t perfect. The weather was bi-polar, switching from being ice cold to being rainy and windy as hell. So for today to be beautiful and sunny, it was amazing.

“You want to go on a drive?” Tom asked, slipping his arms around my waist from my place at the counter. I smiled and set my book down and swiveled the chair towards him.

“Where would we go?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck. He smiled and nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck.

“Wherever the road takes us.” he said, his breath tickling my skin. I smiled and brought him to look at me.

“Sounds like a plan.” I said bringing him for a kiss.


The wind felt amazing as we rode with the windows down. The car was my father’s, who lent it down to my sister who then passed it onto me. It was going to be passed down until she decides to not run anymore.

It was an old car. I forgot the year but it looked brand new. And it was a gorgeous teal color. Sleek and shimmered in the sunlight. The back could be turned into a small laying space which was perfect for drive in movies.

“Good Life” by One Republic played through the stereo, the city slipping away as Tom drove. We headed up a small mountain, hardly anybody up there with us which was better than a crowd. Tom held his hand out to me and I took it, squeezing it.

“I love you.” he said over the music.

“I love you, too.” I said. He pulled to the left, stopping at a small cliffside and parking the car so the back was facing outwards. He pulled out a blanket and we settled in the back, pulling out the food we prepared, watching the city down below.

“God this view is beautiful.” I said, taking a bite out of my pizza.

“I don’t know.” Tom said, biting his.

“Why not?”

“It is. But it’s not as beautiful as you Darling.” he smiled.

“Oh shut up.” I blushed, and looked down at my feet. He squeezed my thigh and we finished our pizzas. We snuggled up against the seats and listened to the music play from the stereo. My legs were entangled with Tom’s as his arms held me. He rested his hand on my thigh and we just laid there, feeding off each other’s heat and presence.

He began to rub his hand up and down my thigh and up to the hollow of my hip. He brought my face towards his, stopping to lift my face, and then continued slowly rubbing my side. Our lips connected softly, my hand finding its way to his neck, pulling him closer.

His hand found it’s way up into my shirt, his touch cold, making me shiver. I found myself sitting on top of him, straddling his hips. His back pressed into the seat as his hands roamed by hips, giving them small squeezes.

“God you’re beautiful.” he whispered, kissing my neck and making sure to leave a mark. My head rolled back and I tangled my hands into his hair.


It began to slowly rain and we had to stop, making sure to fold the backseats back up. We headed down the mountain, watching the sun set as we descended.

We got home and immediately went to the bedroom, changing into our pajamas and drifting off to sleep.

“I love you darling.” Tom whispered, his arm wrapped around me. I yawned and smiled at him sleepily.

“I love you too Tommy.” I said, nuzzling my head into his chest, inhaling his scent. He chuckled softly and kissed my forehead.

“You’re adorable.” he whispered.

“I know.” I yawned. He smiled and kissed me, before settling his head atop mine, dozing off shortly after.

The Quiet Game

Request: Oh my god. I just found out your prompt list and totally fell in love with this - Your bias confesses through text message while sitting next to you. Can you pleeease make that one with Kihyun? It would suit him so damn hard :D Saranghae authornim <3

16) Your bias confesses through text message while sitting next to you

Member: Monsta X’s Kihyun x Y/N

Type: Fluff

I smacked at Kihyun’s hand as he reached past me, drawing small designs in the fogged window of the van we were crowded in. I rested my head once again on the cool glass, trying to ward off the impending bout of carsickness I knew would be coming on, and shut my eyes. 

“Yah, what was that for!” he hissed, retracting his hand to his chest dramatically. “I was trying to write something.”

“You were squishing me,” I muttered, readjusting on the edge of the seat. 

“Because you weren’t already being crushed before?” Kihyun chuckled. 

I cracked my eyes open slowly, giving him my best annoyed expression as I surveyed the van. When the Monsta X boys had asked if I wanted to go to the beach with them today, I was more than willing to get out of the house. That was until they were shoving me in the back seat of their transit van for a two hour ride with seven very different, and very loud personalities. 

“Aigoo, noona!” Changkyun screeched from the opposite side of our bench seat. “Can’t you scoot down anymore? I can’t feel my legs.”

“We’ll have to leave you in the car then,” Kihyun sighed, adjusting to take up more of I.M.’s room than he had previously. “Pity. We’ll crack the window for you.”

“You aren’t funny hyung,” Changkyun grumbled, pouting out of the opposite window. 

“I never claimed to be,” Kihyun bit back, shooting me a wink. 

I rolled my eyes, leaning forward to set my chin on the seat in front of us. Minhyuk and Jooheon had discovered the auxiliary chord that Wonho had so desperately tried to hide, and were now cycling through their respective playlists, turning the car into a mobile karaoke facility. 

“Can’t you do anything?” Wonho yelled over the bumping bass separating him from Shownu. 

Shownu stared blankly back at him, a small smirk on his otherwise vacant face. He pointed helplessly to his ears before turning around, continuing to bop to the music. 

“Aish, Kihyunnie,” Wonho sighed, spinning around and nearly elbowing the sleeping Hyungwon in the head. “Do something.”

“Please,” I nodded, giving Kihyun an encouraging nod. Normally I had an overwhelming amount of energy to devote to not killing MInhyuk and Jooheon, but I was feeling more and more nauseous by the moment. 

Kihyun watched me carefully for a moment before leaning into my ear. “Are you okay?”

“I’m a little more than a little carsick,” I groaned back, rubbing my temples. “And if I have to listen to ‘It G Ma’ one more time, I think I will vomit.”

Kihyun’s face turned serious as his eyes began to cut across the car. In one swift motion, he reached into the seat before us and grabbed the auxiliary chord. He gave it a hard yank, causing it to unplug and come flying in his direction. Before Minhyuk and Jooheon even had the opportunity to whine, he had already wrapped it up in his hand and set it far out of their reach. 

“Yah!” Jooheon shouted, spinning around in his seat to better argue with Kihyun. 

Kihyun pursed his lips and arched his brows, waiting for Jooheon to speak. Jooheon licked his lips, giving an unsure glance in Minhyuk’s direction. Minhyuk looked over his shoulder, a pout heavy on his lips. 

“Why did you have to spoil the fun?” he grumbled, crossing his arms. 

“I have a better idea. Let’s play a game,” Kihyun said slowly, his words deliberate. He gave a cautious glance to me before continuing to speak. “The Quiet Game.”

“Well that sounds boring,” Jooheon sighed. “Isn’t that where the one who doesn’t talk for the longest amount of time wins?”

“That is precisely the one,” Kihyun continued. Wonho looked back at him, a large grin on his face as he nodded along with him, urging him to continue. 

“Hyungwon is actually already winning,” Kihyun smiled, jutting his chin out at the sleeping member. “So we should start - one, two, three, go!”

Jooheon looked to Kihyun with large eyes as he spun in his seat, remaining perfectly still. i tried to hush the giggle coming out of my mouth, but only managed to sound like a deflated balloon as I watched the boys before me. 

“Not to sound pretentious, but you’re going to lose.” read the text message that appeared on my phone screen. I looked up slowly at Kihyun, a serene smile plastered on his face as he looked past me and out of the window. 

“How do you figure?” I texted in response. 

“All I have to do is let you in on one little secret, and boom, you lose. i’ll wait though. i’m a very patient person.”

I furrowed my brows as I looked up at him again. As much as I loved Kihyun, he could sound a lot like Jigsaw sometimes.

I rolled my eyes and leaned my head against the window once again. I felt Kihyun stretch beside me, wrapping his arm gently around my shoulders. I opened one eye, then the other, as he pointed to his shoulder. I nodded, slowly adjusting in my seat to lean against him and sighed. He was so warm and soft, I knew it would only be a matter of moments before I was lolled off into a comforting sleep. 

“I didn’t!” Jooheon screeched, waving his arms around dramatically. 

“You did!” Minhyuk yelled back in return. 

“What in the hell are you two arguing about?” Hyungwon croaked, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. I sat up from Kihyun’s shoulder and did the same. 

“He spoke! He lost!” Minhyuk shouted. 

“And so did you, idiot,” Changkyun sighed, shaking his head. “And so did I, fuck.”

“Wait, were you guys playing the silent game?” Hyungwon asked, thoroughly confused as he looked around the vehicle. Both Kihyun and I nodded, still in silence. 

“So I’m guessing it’s Kihyun, Y/N, Wonho, and Shownu left?” Hyungwon asked as Jooheon and Minhyuk continued to squabble beside him. 

“Huh?” Shownu asked, pulling an earbud from his ear and looking with wide eyes at his member. 

“What I meant to say was Kihyun, Y/N, and Wonho,” Hyungwon nodded. 

Kihyun gave me a side eye as he picked up his phone, the maniacal grin growing on his face by the moment. He typed on the screen rapidly and smiled as he locked it again, placing it facedown on his knee. 

Not even a full minute later, Wonho took in a sharp breath of air and spun, giving Kihyun the dirtiest look I had ever seen come across his handsome face. “Take it back.”

Kihyun waggled his brows, a smile pulling on the side of his lips. 

“You lost,” Hyungwon yawned, rolling toward his member and nuzzling his face into his shoulder. 

“Take it back!” Wonho screeched, shaking his head back and forth in anger. 

“What did he say hyung?” Changkyun whispered, looking sadly between them. 

“He texted…he texted me…,” Wonho hissed sulkily, he looked to his phone and began to read verbatim. “Go get your hair done. Roots are for trees, bitch.”

Hyungwon leaned back from Wonho’s shoulder and let out a loud cackle. Kihyun wiggled his shoulders, sitting further back in the seat, and smiled to himself. 

“So that leaves Kihyun and Y/N,” Changkyun sighed. “Until hyung turns on her too.”

“It’s only a game,” Wonho pouted. “Words hurt.”

Kihyun rolled his eyes before lifting up his phone and typing lazily into it. After a few moments I felt my phone vibrate. I took a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for whatever words I was about to read. 

“ready to lose?”

I cocked an eyebrow and looked out the window. Initially I had assumed Kihyun had brought up The Quiet Game as a way to calm down the vehicle. I thought for a moment he may genuinely care about my well being and how I wasn’t feeling well in the backseat. I should have know that his competitive side would inevitably come out and he would sabotage as many members as he could. 

“should i just air some of my own dirty laundry now and call it a day?”

“i wouldn’t do that to you. that’s not part of the plan ;)” 

I stopped the groan that almost escaped my lips as I looked at him. He continued to look out of the window, a placid look on his handsome face. 

“fine. what kihyun. please indulge me.”

Kihyun smiled as he looked down at his screen and began to type quickly, deliberately. 

“i’m completely head over heels and incredibly in love with you” 


Kihyun’s eyes shook as he looked down at his screen and back up to me, shock evident on his expression. He couldn’t be serious…could he?

“lol? do you not believe me?”

I began to grow nervous as Kihyun watched me, his mouth slightly ajar. 

“y/n. i loved you before i even knew i loved you. you have completely captured me. my attention is yours. my heart is yours. my future is yours. make what you will of it, but please…just don’t leave me here wondering.”

“all of this to win a game kihyun? really i thought much more of you than that.”

Kihyun blinked in shock as he looked back and forth from his screen to me. He licked his lips slowly, biting on the bottom as a thousand different thoughts flew through his mind. He turned slowly, angling his shoulders to face me before pouncing, taking my face in his hands and kissing me deeply. 

I found myself closing my eyes, relaxing into his kiss. His touch was fire against my cold skin and I honestly thought I may have stopped breathing at some point. He pulled away from me, an anxious look waiting in his eyes. 

“I’m all in,” I nodded, a small smile coming to my face with my whisper. “I care about you too.”

“Good,” he smiled, setting his forehead against mine. “Because I care about you so much, I’ll choose to ignore that you lost the quiet game.” 

Originally posted by wonhontology

All I Need

Originally posted by futuretage

“throw your keys in the bowl, kiss your husband goodnight”

House of Cards - Radiohead

(exo x reader)

(2.1k words)

WARNINGS: angst, swearing, smut in later chapters, cheating, alcohol

A/N: I’m sorry I am straight trash and haven’t touched this story in so long! That will change though I have a goal to finish this and a lot of free time rn so!!! I hope you like and let me know what you think??? oh and please if you haven’t read this in order from the first part!!

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BIGBANG | Mafia!au/Soulmate!au They Realize Their Soulmate Is A Civilian

Anonymous said:

Hi! Is it possible to combine AU requests? If so, could you pretty please do a Bigbang Mafia AU where they finally find their soulmate, only to realize he/she is a civilian, like no affiliations with any gangs/mobs/governments/etc. They just have a mundane desk job or they teach little kids, something completely normal. pretty please!! Thank you!

G Dragon/Jiyong: 
The first time he realized his soulmate might be a civilian he was sitting at a red light, boredom coming over him. Looking out the window he notice a daycare where all the kids where out on the play ground. 

‘Oh to be a child again,’ he thought almost envying the children’s unknowing innocence of what lay in the real world.

What he wasn’t expecting as he looked out the window was to feel like he got hit in the gut by a 2x4. Who he suspected was a teacher walked into view and it was almost like everything focused on her.


He was snapped out of his trance by the car behind him honking, prompting him to drive. He knew he would have to come back though. Which he did the next day resulting in the same thing happening. “Well this is going to be interesting…”

He had been to this bar before; it was a bar that he sometimes retreated to when he wanted to get away from the gossip of his fellow mobsters. It was the mellow atmosphere of this bar that he enjoyed where he could be alone with his own thoughts instead of having to listen to the complaints of others.

“Can I get you another drink?” a female voice asked.

He looked up from his drink and looked at the woman across the bar counter from him, his heart beginning to pound hard. If this was what it felt like to find your soulmate it wasn’t what he had expected. Especially since she seemed to be just a regular civilian.

“Sir?” she questioned, her voice wavering slightly.

“Um…yes…another drink sounds nice.”

He had been doing recon; Jiyong had sent him out to follow around some business man that owed him money…a lot of money. Following the man around on his mundane errands was actually quite boring, but getting a sense of his everyday life was needed. So when he stopped in for lunch at a restaurant Youngbae was quite happy about that.


Much needed at that point; and he could have some so not to blow his cover. 

“Can I get anything started for you?” someone asked.

He looked up from his menu to where the voice was coming from and saw a smiling waitress, notepad in hand. Looking at her it almost felt like everything else in the room began to disappear. He had heard that this is what happened when he meant the one…his soulmate. He managed to snap out of it momentarily and jumped to his feet when he realized the business man was gone, scaring the waitress.

“Cheese burger, no pickles with french fries and a coke…I’ll be right back.”

Originally posted by yougotmeatbang

The master of disguise would definitely be caught off guard by his soulmate being a civilian. He entered the waiting room of dentist office, the receptionist greeting him with a smile that he could only compare to that of sunshine. His heart pounded looking at the woman who quickly tried to juggle between answering his questions and answering the phone.

“Yes that doctor is in today, do you have an appointment or are you new here?”

“I have an appointment…you know, you’re quite a pretty young lady, if you’re available I think you and my son would get along nicely.”

He hated the subway; he was so used to riding around in town cars at this point that even the thought of being crammed in a subway car like a sardine irritated him. But when it came to work sometimes riding the subway was unavoidable…which meant having to quickly buy a day pass from the ticket booth.

Walking up to the booth he was greeted by a young women in a freshly pressed shirt, her smile making his heart race and the rest of the world go silent. If this was his soulmate, a civilian of all people it would be something that he would have to think on, but in that moment nothing else mattered but her.

“Day pass or weekly?…Sir?” she questioned her voice finally snapping him out of his trance.

“Weekly….a weekly pass….”

Originally posted by imafantasticbaby



Summary: Dan had always been one for making bold fashion choices. And Phil had always played along with the resulting hype. But one fashion choice made by Dan-a certain pair of ripped jeans-changed Phil’s reaction for the first time.

Word Count: 1,859

Warnings: Nothing I can think of lol

Notes: Heyo anon who got me out of my writing slump-this is the fic for your prompt about Dan’s jeans pic having Phil flustered! I hope you like it, and if so, feel free to drop another prompt in my ask-this one was great and much appreciated! 

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Our Grandmothers Had Abortions

Vice President Pence is marching today in the anti-choice protest in Washington D.C. 

I wonder if Pence knows he almost certainly has loved ones who have had abortions. 

Would he still love them if he knew? Would he listen to their reasons, to the pros and cons they weighed, to the thoughts with which they wrestled? To why abortion was the best choice for them? To how they felt on the car or bus ride to and from the clinic or hospital? 

Does he really believe millions of women worldwide are murderers? 

I’ve never had an abortion, but I’m forever grateful to Planned Parenthood and to the morning-after pill. In 1997, my then boyfriend and I had a condom break and I was at PP the next morning. I’ve never wanted children. And while that boyfriend later proposed, I ended the relationship for myriad reasons. If we’d had a child, I’ve no doubt today I’d be a single mom, and a disabled one at that. 

He’d just be a guy paying child support. 

Women tend to discuss abortion differently when men aren’t in the room. 

As such, I’ve heard so many stories from elderly women, some now dead, about abortions they had before Roe v. Wade was legal. 

One nearly died from sepsis after the “doctor” (she didn’t know if he was a real physician) used dirty utensils. She was leaving a bad marriage and didn’t want to have a child with that man.

Another threw herself down her family’s long stairwell. She was pregnant with her sixth child and exhausted from tending to the five kids she and her husband already had. She miscarried, but was badly injured. 

One was grieving a horrific death in her family and knew she couldn’t raise a baby at that time.

I don’t know if my own grandmothers had abortions. 

Here’s what I do know:

My maternal grandmother nearly died giving birth to my aunt. Her doctors concluded she was at high risk for death with any subsequent pregnancies. But this was 1946. So instead of relaying this information to my grandmother, her male doctors told my grandfather. He didn’t tell her until years later. She became very sick after giving birth to my uncle. To the best of my knowledge, it was her fourth pregnancy that left her unable to conceive. She miscarried in the eighth month. He would have been a boy and she was going to name him after her father. 

She was 22 years old. 

My paternal grandmother died at 26 in Greece under Nazi occupation. She contracted tuberculosis and had to be quarantined. My father’s last memory of his mom: the paramedics dragging her away while she screamed his name. She died in the sanitarium and was buried in a mass grave. She left behind my father and his two brothers, each of whom were treated as orphans under Greek law (at that time a child with a deceased mother was legally orphaned because it was not a father’s legal responsibility to care for his children). My dad and his brothers were given to three different homes. War and famine had laid waste to Greece. Would my grandmother have had children if birth control were an option? If abortion had been available? 

I wonder about her last thoughts in the sanitarium, knowing her children would be alone then scattered like seeds.

If I could tell Mike Pence any of these stories, would he listen? 

One more tragedy:

We all know the answer.

I made a thing… It’s kind of spoilery though, so don’t watch it if that’s not your thing! Thanks to @dreammetheworld for giving me the inspiration to make this with her gifset

P.S. I’ll have another video up tomorrow, but this was just something I made in the car ride home from the beach today. The one coming tomorrow is way longer. Please forgive my lack of video editing skills. Enjoy! :) 

I had a panic attack last night thinking about all the trauma. Sometimes I have to remind myself I’m not there anymore, I’m not in that situation anymore. And I was riding in the car today and I just started crying. I can’t escape the memories. I feel trapped. I want to move far away from this fucking town where it all happened. I want to fucking change my name. I want to have a whole new identity where none of that ever fucking happened.

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At prom

Zach: Comes to the door looking like a gentleman and makes your parents love him. He’s wearing an impeccable suit and compliments you on your dress, and he carries you for a bunch of pictures as well because he’s so tall. Although it’s sad you can’t get a decent selfie together unless he’s kneeling or you’re on a stool, so you decide to screw Snapchat for the night

Justin: Comes in wearing a borrowed suit looking uncomfortable but also cute as hell as he tugs at the collar again and again. Charms your parents in no time with that smile of his and when you’re off, you have to slap his hands away from his shirt and tie repeatedly.
“I don’t like this, it’s stupid!”
“It’s a tie, you have to keep it on.”
“But it’s choking me!”

Alex: He’s more at home in formal clothes than you thought possible, and that “yes sir” of his to your dad got you complete parental approval to do whatever you liked. He’s as sarcastic as always with that humor bordering on edgy, but to you he’s super sweet and tells you again and again how good you look

Tyler: taking pictures (aaaagain) and staring at girls creepily

Marcus: he’s very suave and has half the room hanging on his every word by the end of the night, but got really mad when he didn’t win prom king like he was supposed to (Jeff won instead)

Ryan: looking fab as hell somewhere in a custom made suit and judging everyone

Clay: he’s the next most uncomfortable in his suit after Justin and has already pulled his tie askew. he asks you dance after Jeff gives him 2 pep talks, but when your fancy heels give you blisters he offers to carry them like the sweetheart he is

Jeff: easily the most attractive guy in the room- after Justin ofc- and is the perfect date. he opens doors and gets you drinks, and also is a fantastic dancer. he introduces you to half the jocks as well, so Monday morning you have a whole bunch of friends you didn’t have Friday night

Tony: you’re that couple, the one that’s too cool for limos or actual working cars and comes in all disheveled and messed up from having to hitch a ride from halfway to school. the whole room looks at you because you guys are so damn chill you could deal with automobile repair and get hot chocolate at monet’s even on prom night. goals tbh

That’s it for today, but send me requests on what you want the next topic for this to be. It could be anything, guys, the cafeteria, a wedding, absolutely anything. I really like getting people’s ideas because I can write for what they want, which is hugely satisfying. My asks are open!

la douleur exquise (4)

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9


I’ve always known that Baekhyun was a good guy, having spoken to him multiple times before. He struck me as the type that you could just tell everything to and I felt comfortable around him. I was a bit hesitant at the beginning when he asked me to join him for dinner, but Jay persuaded me to go instead, postponing our earlier plans for another night. Part of me was really happy for that. Spending time with Baekhyun made me forget everything that happened today and I felt very thankful for his presence.

I was very shocked earlier today when he told me that he was aware of the past that Sehun and I had, after all I was really hell-bent on keeping the whole thing quiet. He doesn’t know much of what happened, and he assured me that nobody else knows of this which made me feel a bit better. 

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New hat Thursday from Love the Pain. It’s a cool company.

I always associate new stuff with better performance. But today that theory eluded me. I went to a neighboring town for some hill training and while riding up the mountain my bike got stuck in the 2nd to hardest gear. I climbed as far as I could, turned around and coasted down and rode back to my car. Fortunately, I was close to the Bike Whisperer’s shop and I took it to him immediately.

As I’ve written before, he has a way of fixing your bike and having a counseling session with you. He fixes my cable, I cry. Broken bike, broken owner. I just wish mine was as simple as a cable.

He ended the convo with “you always smile, you have a light in your eyes no one else has, you have a sense freedom that people want to have.” I may have those things. But all I feel is hurt. It’s terrible.

Fix MY cable- I’m stuck in a hard gear.

VLD vs. DotU Personalities

I was having a conversation with @maplecat89​ today about how Lance from the Defenders of the Universe was a tame version of Legendary Defender Keith’s hot-headed personality (he picked a fight with a guy who showed up to ask Allura to marry him).  A little while later, I was watching my 2 year old playing with her Voltron lion toys and she was asking where the Red Lion is (her Daddy lost it “in the car”).  I joked that Lance was taking it for a joy ride…and then I had a realization…

I did a post about the characteristics the VLD lions look for in their paladins a while back.  As you guys know, the original pilots were switched up in VLD to match their lion colors.  If we apply the VLD Quintessence characteristics to the original Defenders pilots…

Keith: “The Black Lion is the decisive head of Voltron.  It will take a pilot who is a born leader and in control at all times, someone whose men will follow without hesitation.”

Lance: “The Red Lion is temperamental and the most difficult to master.  It’s faster and more agile than the others, but also more unstable.  It’s pilot needs to be someone who relies more on instincts than skill alone.”

Pidge:  “The Green Lion has an inquisitive personality and needs a pilot of intellect and daring.”

Hunk:  “The Yellow Lion is caring and kind.  It’s pilot is one who puts the needs of others above his own.  His heart must be mighty.”

Allura: Even though the Blue Lion’s Quintessence was never revealed in Season 1, it’s been speculated that it revolves around trust.  This post does a good job of explaining that.

I didn’t include Sven because he only lasts 6 episodes of the original and Hunk didn’t have much of a personality outside of a fat guy obsessed with food so his is arguable, but everyone else fits.  And if anyone questions Defenders Allura being trusting, just look at the time she followed a white lion because it told her it was her reincarnated father.  Or the time she let Haggar into the castle while she was disguised as Allura’s aunt and didn’t believe the pilots, who had figured out it was Haggar.  The more I think about it, the more Defenders Allura’s personality matches VLD Lance.  Not the happy-go-lucky front Lance puts on, but he’s trusting, kind of naive, keeps bumping the Blue Lion into things…

…Lance is the new Allura.  I would so be on board if Lotor shows up and starts spouting about how beautiful Lance is XD


exercise 02102017

bike ride to the gym

  • 6 x 5 pec machine @ 135#
  • 4 x 5 dips
  • 6 x 5 row machine @ 160#
  • 6 x 5 low row machine @ 145#
  • 3 x 10 tricep press machine @ 125#
  • 6 x 5 seated press machine @ 210#
  • 30 minutes on the stationary bike

bike ride home

the gym workers (Madison and Emily and Robert) mini Hershey bars..

  • good day at work today / received positive feedback from my boss for the results from a phone conference that i set up and hosted this morning with 2 attorneys and 3 big boss people and some other people like me on the call
  • saw wrecked car above on my way home from the gym / praying that the people are ok / there was an ambulance in the nearby parking lot
  • that Steppenwolf is really good music