The Room Upstairs

off limits | 01 (m)

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings: smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin, just dirty, dirty sex that my heart can’t take
words: 11,158
summary: you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…
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Context: Our Dwarven rogue with only 6 INT, named Baren, must sell some illegal animal pelts to an Orc named Grogg. He arrives in the tavern they are supposed to meet in.

Baren: *Walks in, yelling out loud* Hello, Grogg! I am here to sell you some illegal pelts!
DM(Me): *rolls d20* The whole bar looks at you, but then dismisses you as some crazy person and ignores you.
Grogg/DM: *motions Baren to come to him*
*Baren walks to Grogg*
Grogg: (whispering) Meet me in the boiler room upstairs.
Baren: Aren’t boiler rooms supposed to be downstairs?
Grogg: This place is a shithole.

Tbh he was hanging around the house hoping to see a teary eyed Zero lingering around so he could act like he doesn’t notice him.. but Fenix kicked him out just in time.

My kid reacts to Yuri on Ice Episode 10

Otabek and Yurio’s friendship: Amazing!

Ring exchange- Kiddo:”are they marrying?”

Me: “Close. They’re engaged” 


Me: “Promised to marry”

*pauses and leaves to go to room*

Kiddo: *screaming from upstairs* “OH MY GOSH THAT IS SO COOL!”

Phichit as captain of Ship Victuuri: *Screams*

Realising Victor had been in love since episode one: “He fell in love with drunk Yuri!” *screams into soft toy*

Final Thoughts:

“I am no longer alive.”

Fake Girlfriend 2 || Dan Howell

A/N: It made me really happy to see that so many of you couldn’t wait for me to continue this story. I hope I did your expectations justice. 

There will be a part 3 next Friday

Word Count: 1.6k

POV: Dan

Masterlist   PART ONE

Originally posted by mrphilip

“I prepared the guest room upstairs for you two. Why don’t you get your bags up there before you join us for dinner?” Aunt Sarah suggested.

Y/N and I smiled at her and nodded as we got rid of our shoes and coats. As my aunt headed back to the kitchen I started carrying both of our suitcases up the big stairs. Y/N followed me while curiously looking around.

“Nice house.” She commented as I opened the door to our room.

Everything was huge and fancy. My cousins and I used to play hide and seek here a lot because finding somebody was an actual challenge. The guest room that we were going to stay in had a en suite bathroom and big windows. I could only see the silhouettes of the big forest and the little lake that surrounded the mansion. Right in the middle of the room stood an enormous king size bed. I swallowed hard at the thought that Y/N and I had to share it. Why didn’t I think about things like that before deciding to come here? I carefully checked her facial expression when she walking in. I could tell that she hadn’t really thought about things like that either since she looked a bit surprised and blushed slightly.

“I’m sorry for making you do this.” I apologized as soon as I had closed the door behind us. I had underestimated the whole situation.

“I shouldn’t have lied and I certainly shouldn’t have made you do that.” I admitted, knowing that my whole family was waiting for us downstairs.

Y/N sceptically eyed me up and down. “Pessimism won’t help us right now.” She scolded me, sitting down on the edge of the king size bed. Knitting her eyebrows, she looked like she was deep in thought.

“We have to look like a couple and to make everyone believe that we’re actually in love we need a plan and a few rules!” she exclaimed, after quietly thinking for a minute.

She was totally right but that was easier said than done.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked with little hope, sitting down next to her.

“First we need cute nicknames for each other.” She simply stated and I couldn’t believe my ears.

I couldn’t believe that the girl that just said that to me was also the girl that would normally call me names.

“I personally like ‘baby’, but I think you should call me ‘love’ around your grandparents.” She told me as if it were the most normal thing on earth.

I swallowed hard and blinked at her. I then gave her a little nod to signalize that I had understood.

“What do we need rules for?” I asked her in confusion.

Y/N secured a strand of her hair behind of her ear before she answered.

“We need to make our relationship look credible, right? So we kinda have to, you know, hold hands and stuff like that.” She explained and I could feel my palms start to sweat. Great.

“We need to be super nice and complement each other and we have to at least act like we are interested in what the other one says.” She continued, playing with her hands.

“Okay, I get that. You still haven’t told me your rules though!” I told her, getting a bit impatient.

Y/N avoided eye contact. “Well…the rules are no mouth kisses, I get the left side of the bed and I don’t like it when people touch my bum, so don’t do that.”

I nearly choked on my own spit. Holy shit! What were we doing?! The whole situation was simply absurd and nothing but insane, but we still exited the room five minutes later and headed downstairs to eat dinner.

Aunt Sarah and her soon to be husband had prepared a huge table full of food for everyone. All wedding guests who didn’t live in Berkshire were invited to stay over. That included me, my cousin Harry and his sister Claire as well as my uncle Andy and his family. Everyone was already sitting on the table when Y/n and I walked in. They grew silent and all attention was on us.

“Daniel!” my family exclaimed. “There you are. Good to see you!”

“Hi, everyone! Let me introduce you to my girlfriend, Y/N.” I said, using the word girlfriend when talking about her felt weird.

After half an hour, everyone had finished their meal and aunt Sarah served dessert. Y/N and I were seated right across Harry. He seemed to be very interested in our relationship and Y/N in general.

“So, how long have you been together for?” he asked, his eyes focusing on her.

“Nearly, a year. Right, baby?”

Y/N’s face was glowing when she eagerly nodded her head and took my hand in hers. Harry kept asked her questions and at one point she started to slightly lean against my body and just the two of us talked. I learned a few new things about her and I actually made her laugh, although I wasn’t sure if she laughed because she thought that I was funny or if it was all a part of her act. I liked the sound of her laughter whether it was fake or not.

After everyone had finished their desserts Harry and I offered to carry the dirty plates into the kitchen. It was just the two of us and I set the plates on the counter next to the sink.

“So, you and Y/N, huh?” Harry asked cocking one eyebrow. For a second I thought that he knew that it was all not real, but then he continued.

“Honestly, Daniel she is fine.”

It took me quite a while to comprehend what he had said.

“Yeah, she is.” I then agreed and nervously scratched the back of my head.

“If she weren’t dating you, I would totally go for her. So watch out or I’ll steal your girl.” Although Harry wanted to sound like he was joking we both knew that he was 100 percent serious. There was a hint of jealousy in his voice and I felt some sort of satisfaction. I was the one with the pretty girlfriend and perfect relationship for once. But soon a strong wave of anger hit me as I realized that Harry tried to flirt with my girlfriend all evening. What a fucking jerk!

My blood was boiling as I headed back to the dining room where Harry was already talking to Y/N again. Her girly giggle sounded through the room and that was all it took for jealousy to take over my body. I sat down next to Y/N and my hand went directly to her thigh. I didn’t really know what I was doing when I started to stare at her lips. I didn’t have control over my body anymore and suddenly I was leaning in, crashing my lips onto hers. It wasn’t my intention for the kiss to mean something to me, but it felt like a spark set my whole body on fire. My eyes flew shut as my body was tingling. After 5 seconds it was over, but my heart still hammered in my chest.  

“You look damn beautiful tonight, babygirl.” I whispered in her ear right after we pulled apart, making her blush a deep shade of pink.

“Dan!” she whisper-screamed in surprise, getting all hot and bothered.

I felt Harry’s eyes burn into my skin as they followed my every move. He was pissed, but I had totally forgotten about him. Y/N’s name was echoing in my head and the whole room seemed to glow.

“Have I told you that I am on a rugby team?” Harry asked her as an attempt to get her attention back, but she wasn’t listening. My little kiss had left her all flustered.

When we walked back to our room I was still on cloud nine. There was a huge smile plastered all over my face and I couldn’t help but touch my lips to remind myself that I had just kissed her. But then I closed the door behind us and we were all alone.

“What the fuck, Dan?!” Y/N shouted, bringing me back to reality.

“I can’t believe you kissed me just because you wanted to be a jerk and break the rules!” she shouted.

I was completely taken aback by her words. I felt helpless as I had just fallen from cloud nine.

“That’s not why I kissed you!” I defended myself, trying to keep my voice down.

“If that’s not the reason then why did you do it?!” Y/N wanted to know, probably asking me the hardest question of my entire life.

Because I got jealous? Because I like you? Because you are damn beautiful and I’m so sorry for ever thinking otherwise?

“Harry told me that he is into you. He’s been flirting with you all evening. He is my cousin and you are my-“ I stopped myself in the middle of the sentence. ‘You are my fake girlfriend’ that’s how the sentence should have ended.

I told her everything that Harry said in the kitchen and how he always tries to be better than me. Y/N understood why I got so angry and she even understood why I kissed her, at least that’s what she thought. We got into bed next to each other. Both of us were extremely exhausted so there was no time to think about the fact that we were so close.  

“Can’t wait to meet the rest of your lovely family.” Y/N told me, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Don’t worry. Harry is the only asshole.” I assured her.

“I can’t wait to convince everyone that we’re together. I just hope you are a good actor.” She said with a grin before turning off the lights.

As I stared at the ceiling I had the slight feeling that I wouldn’t even need to act at all.


UNSPKN part 7

Where Papyrus tries to stay busy.

Set after the events of “Flowey Is Not A Good Life Coach” fanfiction, comic will focus on beloved skelebros and their great need of psychotherapy after all that happened.

Also it’s not a spoiler, it’s just my version of (another) epilogue. Heh.

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Original fanfic - here

Darlie Routier - A Mother’s Undoing.

The day of June 6, 1996, had been a busy one for the Routier family of Rowlett, Texas. Father Darin put the family’s infant son in his crib and bade goodnight to his wife Darlie and two sons, Damon (5) and Devon (6), who were sleeping together downstairs in the rec room. He went upstairs to the bedroom and went to sleep.

Darin was startled awake some time later by the sound of his wife Darlie screaming for help. Dashing downstairs, Mr Routier discovered a scene of utter carnage; his two sons bleeding heavily from knife wounds, his wife screaming hysterically with a knife injury of her own, and the kitchen in shambles. Darlie gasped incoherently about an intruder standing over her with a knife and his escape from a window in the utility room. Darrin Routier bravely tried to administer CPR on his sons, but it was too late; both boys had died by the time police and ambulance services arrived. The cause of death was determined to be punctured lungs due to knife wounds, and the deaths ruled a homicide.

Darlie was taken to hospital to have the slash wound on her neck treated. She was still hysterical, but managed to tell the same story about a medium-tall intruder dressed in black clothes and a baseball cap mounting her as she slept on the sofa. She denied hearing the intruder kill her sons, and admitted to picking up the knife the killer had dropped on the floor. The only motive for the crime that she gave investigators was simply ‘Robbery’.

Police carefully combed the Routier house for any clues that might prove useful. Immediately investigators noticed certain conflicting details:

- Darlie claimed the killer was an intruder whose motive was robbery, but the murder weapon was an ordinary kitchen knife that belonged to the Routier home.

- Despite the robbery going awry, the attacker didnt take anything with them; several peices of expensive jewelery was on the kitchen counter and Darlie’s purse was in the same room. The kitchen was noticably shambolic as if someone had hurriedly tried to stage the room to look as if it had been robbed.

- The window and broken screen the intruder was supposed to enter and exit the house from was free from bloodstains and disturbances, and the soft ground bore no fresh tracks. The offender would have been covered in blood from the brutal attack, yet there were no reports of suspicious persons or discarded clothing at any point during the investigation.

- A Luminol test administered during the crime scene examination showed several blood spatters and a childs bloody handprint had been wiped clean from the leatherette sofa suite. A flower vase had also been wiped down and arranged to look as if it had been knocked to the floor. A bloody scrap of towel was discovered, and sections of the kitchen counter had been scrubbed. Someone had tried to destroy evidence, but why?

It became apparent to police that Darlie Routier had something to hide, especially when she adamantly stuck to her story about the intruder. As they delved deeper into her life and marriage, a different picture of the pretty blonde housewife began to emerge. Darlie had suffered from post partum depression, she had voiced her frustrations over coping with her children, and - most interestingly of all - that she and Darrin were facing banktrupcy and a lifestyle change. Darlie liked nice things, and didnt want to settle for a more modest standard of living. The marriage grew tense and stressed, until finally it all came to a head; in the most hellish way possible.

While police focused their interests on Darlie, the mother herself was causing a stir amongst her family and friends. Nurses at the hospital who treated her said she didnt seem particularly perturbed over the deaths of her sons and appeared “bored and disinterested” whenever anyone tried to console her. When the family got together, everyone cried except Darlie; nobody ever saw her shed a single tear, and she talked more about wanting to replace the carpet and pick out new curtains than she did about the funeral arrangements. On the day the Routiers bade farewell to their sons, Darlie remained stoic yet was heard whispering “I’m sorry” to the boys caskets.

When the media interest waned, police again moved to make a case against Darlie. They seized the dispatch call for the night the boys died and collected photographs of the chaotic crime scene. Even when they believed they had enough evidence, investigators waited for the grieving mother to mis-step.

Some months later Darlie and Darrin organized a posthumous seventh birthday party for Devon at his graveside. TV crews converged to film the event, and soon the grave was crowded with presents, flowers, and soft toys. To the horror of everyone present, Darlie produced a can of Silly String and sprayed it all over her dead son’s grave as the priest delivered a speech. Darlie passed it off as having fun, but many thought it inappropriate behavior from a bereaved parent. The police certainely did. They arrested Darlie four days later and charged her with two counts of capital murder.

Darlie Routier was now literally on trial for her life. The prosecution presented a solid case against her, and successfuly painted her as a callous social climber and neglectful mother. The defense retaliated by rehashing the intruder story and reiterating how much she had loved her sons. Despite their valiant efforts, Darlie Routier was found guilty of murdering her two sons and sentenced to Death Row, where she still resides. Her case has sparked calls for criminal reform, and there is still a solid percentage of the American population that believes a miscarriage of justice has occured, and Darlie is innocent.


Kosmic Kafe (Café)

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A café for The Sims 4. Two bathrooms, a coffee bar, two bubble machines, ample outdoor seating, and a bonus room upstairs that would be ideal for club hangout space. Lot traits: convivial, chef’s kitchen. §118478 on a 30x30 lot.

CC free. Contains resized objects and objects placed with the moveobjects cheat.

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Almost before they’d even finished dinner, Salim grasped Ryleigh’s hand and pulled her out of the room, practically dragging her upstairs and into his bedroom. She might have protested, it was slightly rude to just disappear, but she couldn’t wait to get away from the tension his father’s questions had caused.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Salim sighed as he closed the bedroom door behind them and flopped down onto the chair in front of the fireplace.

“It’s not your fault,” Ryleigh said quietly. She moved around the chair and stood in front of the fireplace. It might have been just because she was feeling anxious but it seemed to be colder upstairs than it had been downstairs.

After a few minutes of silence Salim finally spoke again. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing,” she lied.

“Hey,” he tried to get her attention. When she didn’t respond he reached out and gently grasped her wrist. “Hey, come here.”

He tugged on her wrist until she reluctantly let him pull her down onto his lap. She folded her arms around herself and leaned against his chest, enjoying the warmth of his as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Don’t let him get to you,” he mumbled against her hair. “You could be a renowned brain surgeon making millions a month and he still wouldn’t be impressed.”

“That’s not what bothered me,” she said quietly.

“I don’t understand,” Salim leaned back to look into her eyes. “He didn’t say anything else.”

“Future family.”

Ryleigh repeated his father’s words so quietly that she thought for a moment Salim hadn’t heard her, until she felt his laughter shaking both of them. It wasn’t a pleasant, happy laughter like usual, this one was more sarcastic and angry.

“Oh boy is he good,” he shook his head. “He’s always had an uncanny knack for getting into people’s heads. It’s why he’s always so quiet when he first meets people; he’s watching, listening for anything he can use against them at just the right time.”

“Why would he do that?” she whispered. She didn’t trust herself to speak any louder, she could feel tears stinging her eyes.

“Because he’s a miserable bastard,” he reached up and gently cupped her face with one hand. “Listen, I know that it’s way too soon to be thinking about kids and all of that stuff, and we’re not going to talk about such things until you’re ready. Please don’t listen to him, I would hate to think that you would second guess what we have because of him.”

“Ok,” she said slowly. It sounded so lame but she couldn’t think of anything else to say and for the millionth time she wondered how she’d managed to end up with someone so wonderful. “I … I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for love,” Salim smiled warmly and leaned down to kiss her gently.

James March: Come Back Pt. 2




You arrived to your destination which was your relatives house that is about 45 minutes away from Hotel Cortez. 

“Hi Y/N, it’s so great to see you!” Your aunt said to you, as she gave you a hug. “The guest room is upstairs to your left. Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks Auntie, this is only temporary until I find a place to stay.” You said, giving her only a half smile.

“Oh don’t worry about it sweetie. Stay here as long as you need.” She gave you a smile and walked to the kitchen to finish up on washing dishes.

You took all of your bags to the guest room. Unpacking was the last thing you wanted to do, it’ll only remind you more about how you felt while you were packing. You laid on the cozy bed exploring through social media on your phone. A moment later, you phone rings and it’s Liz calling you. You ignore the call because you’re just not in the mood to talk to anybody.

It did hurt leaving because the Hotel Cortez is your home. Even before you and James dated, you were just a regular guest at his hotel. He had told you that you are always willing to stay free of charge. But you were so angry and in the heat of the moment, you just wanted to get away from him and everything that reminded you of him. Of course you love him, but you’re not going to continue to allow being a second option. He needed a wake up call.


Back at the Hotel,


You called twice. She ignored both of your calls and you rolled your eyes standing behind the bar. You can see James pacing back and forth. “Sorry James, she won’t answer my calls. I tried, babe.”

James started clenching his jaw from anger and frustration. “Well where could she have gone?! None of her things are in the room! Why didn’t you and Iris try to stop her!” He had a glass of whiskey in his hand. From shaking with anger, half of it spilled on the floor.

“James, we tried hun. But she completely ignored us and stormed out. Even if we tried, there’s nothing we could’ve done.”

“This is just nonsense!” James threw his glass at the wall and stormed out of the bar, making you flinch a little.



It’s the following morning. Your phone was the first thing you checked when you woke up. You saw a missed call and a voicemail from Liz:

“Hey hun, this is Liz just checking up on ya. James has been asking me to try and get a hold of you. He’s just a mess right now and he needs you. Call me back whenever you’re ready. Okay, buh bye.”

You let out a sigh and threw your phone next to you on the bed. You did miss James, you couldn’t deny that. But you wanted him to see how his life (or death, since he’s a ghost) would be without you. He needed to learn his lesson. You didn’t know how long you were planning on being gone. It can be anywhere from a couple of days, a week or maybe even a month. Who knows. It all depended on when you knew you were ready.



It is day 8. Those past nights were restless. You would toss and turn throughout your sleep because your mind was so awake. James was all you thought about. You would keep asking yourself: Did I take it too far by leaving? Is he a mess without me? Is he doing perfectly fine without me? 

Those last 8 days consisted of spending quality time with your relatives and even exploring southern California with your friends. Anything to just keep your mind off of the drama.

Although, you had a great time, you really started to miss your family back at the Hotel Cortez and you especially missed James like crazy.

You decided it was time to go back, you were ready. It is now 5pm. All of your bags were packed, you hugged your relatives goodbye and your uber was ready for you.

45 minutes later and there you are, HOTEL CORTEZ. 

Your driver helped grab your luggage from the trunk and set it alongside of you on the sidewalk. You took a deep breath in and out, then walked in. As soon as you walked in, there was James sitting on the couch of the lobby smoking a cigarette. He’s been sitting at the same seat everyday, just waiting for you to walk through the door.  

He didn’t realize it was you at first, but once he saw a figure walk into his Hotel from the corner of his eye, he turned his head and finally noticed it was you. His eyes widened out of shock. He put out the cigarette in the ash tray across from him. “Dearest?!” He yelled out of excitement. You’ve never seen him so happy to see you.

All of the anger you had from that night went out the window just by seeing his face. Oh, how you missed your sweet James. You let all of your bags down and started running towards him, jumping up for a hug and he carried you up. “Oh baby, I missed you!” You said and you started grabbing his face giving him kisses on his lips and cheeks.

James sets you down slowly. He cups your left cheek with his right hand, rubbing his thumb along it while making eye contact with you saying, “I’m sorry dear for upsetting you by forgetting about our dinners. It shall not happen again. I promise, we can have one tonight, tomorrow and the following night. Anything for my queen. Just don’t leave me ever again. I need you to be mines forever. This death is purposeless without you.” He gets on both of his knees and holds both of your hands with a sad, desperate look on his face.

“Its okay, James. I forgive you. I just needed you to learn a lesson. I wont leave ever again. I missed you every day that I was gone.”

“As did I. I will make it up to you, dear.” James stands up, grabs your right hand and gives one kiss at your knuckles. He picks you up bridal style and starts walking towards the elevator. He sees Iris at the reception desks and tells her, “Oh Iris, can you call Ms. Evers to take Y/N’s things upstairs to OUR room.”

“You got it, Mr. March” Iris replies.

You leaving really did help James open his eyes. 

Being away from him did hurt like hell.

The Hotel Cortez is your home. James Patrick March is your home.


Hope you guys enjoyed reading Part 2! Sorry it wasn’t super super detailed, I just didn’t want to make it too long. But I hope you guys get the point. If you have any requests, feel free to send it to me in my ask! <3


Some of the lights for my dollhouses came in! Along with the vintage set for the farmhouse kitchen!!! I’m just waiting on the dishwasher and the kitchen is done! Well, except for some minor stuff like food and a radio. The living room (second pic) needs at least 2 more lights, it’s HUGE and very dark. I have one more on the way and I think I’ll get a couple more when I buy lights for the upstairs. This room just needs a vintage TV and a couple of the rooms rearranged and it’ll be set for the farmhouse! The last photo is of my Tudor Cottage, my Grandma made it 33 years ago and it’s basically complete, but she always wanted lights in it. One of them showed up, and I’m waiting on the other three and then it’s done.
All lights are battery operated LEDs. The cottage is the smallest of my dollhouses, the farmhouse is the biggest. Everything is 1/12th scale. Will update as changes are made :)

Accidental Romance

INTP: “Hey, ESTJ, I have a voucher for this restaurant in my workplace. Come eat with me.”

ESTJ: “Alright, I’m down.”

[We went to this tavern in my workplace (it’s a colonial museum) and were seated in a cozy room upstairs that I didn’t know existed. Everything was lit by candlelight (duh).]

ESTJ: “Nice ambiance. Now all we need is to be serenaded.”

INTP: “Well I know sometimes they employ this dude that plays guitar, but-”

[As we were speaking, a woman walked in with a violin and started playing Christmas music.]

ESTJ: *raises eyebrow*

INTP: “I swear to god-”

ESTJ: “I feel like you’re going to propose to me.”


ESTJ: “I didn’t expect all this romance after your lecture on societal expectations and dating.”

INTP: “I’m never living this down, am I?”