big d at the kids table

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

“Mummy?” said little William one day at the breakfast table, picking at his cream of wheat.

“Yes dear? And stop playing with your food,” Mummy said.

William begrudgingly ate a spoonful of the stuff. After he’d swallowed, he said, “Mummy, Father loves you very much.”

A smile spread across Mummy’s face. “Yes he does, darling. And I love him too.”

William seemed to be contemplating something very hard as he stared into his bowl of beige mush. “Mummy, when I get big, I’m going to marry a boy just like Father. Someone who is nice and handsome and loves me a lot.”

Mummy just smiled adoringly over her mug of coffee at her little boy. “I’m sure you will, Billy. And he’ll be the luckiest man in the world.”

William absolutely beamed, then began eating his cream of wheat again.

Roughly 40 years later, Mummy was dancing with her son at his wedding. She caught his new husband looking on proudly from the side of the floor. John’s eyes were swollen with all the tenderness and love in the world as he stared on in adoration at the consulting detective.

Sherlock nudged her, smiling shyly. “Told you I would find him.” He cast a soft answering gaze at his soldier-doctor.

Mummy squeezed Sherlock’s arm, holding back happy tears, so glad that her sweet son had found the perfect man to love him. “You certainly did, my lamb,” she sniffled.

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Quick video of my Saturday.

Hit some fun new hills in the area I just moved to, and got some good slide practice in.

The Permission Slip

Because @anghraine mentioned PTA AU, and her brain went one place and mine went another.

The Permission Slip

Jyn opened the door as quietly as possible and slid into the school library. Not that she really should have bothered with stealth. The big room echoed with chatter and laughter and suddenly, happy shrieking as something went pop!

She leaned her back against the wall, looking around. She vaguely remembered coming here on a long-ago Parent Night. At the time, the posters had been dusty and faded, the shelves looming, and the tables dirty. Not to mention a sour librarian who’d been quick to tell her that Lyra refused to stick to books at her grade level, and hadn’t taken it well when Jyn had snapped back that maybe the librarian shouldn’t be giving her kid boring-ass shit she didn’t want to read.

Now it looked bright and warm, the tables all pushed together at one end, sunlight streaming in through the windows. The new librarian had been making changes. Impressive considering he split his time between here and the high school.

The top half of the shelves were empty, all the books moved down. She wondered where the rest of them had gone. Still, there were enough books to make her itchy. She’d kicked the dust of school off her Doc Martens ten years ago, and while she’d gotten her GED, she still wasn’t a fan of scholastic environments in general.

Lyra, she reminded herself. She was here for Lyra. For Lyra, she’d walk over hot coals and swallow live scorpions and -

And take the afternoon off work to tell her kid’s school librarian a thing or two.

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dog days { hamilsquad x vet!reader }

this was based on this prompt from @herearlyleafsaflower

Hamilsquad where reader is a veterinarian? 

 thanks so much for your request! it was fun to write. 

i’m still accepting others too so don’t be afraid to drop one in my inbox. enjoy! <3 xx 


You hummed softly as you propped the dog up on the table and checked him out. You had always loved animals as a kid so being a vet was a lifelong dream of yours. You got to see all kinds of animals, even traveling to farms and other places to take care of the ones that were injured or sick. You’d worked hard to get where you were today and to have your own little store was a big achievement.

“She looks good.” You said, smiling at the little husky. She was a little jumpy, but what dog wasn’t? She looked excited to be here as she wagged her tail and stuck her tongue out. Huskies were always your favorite. They had the most dazzling eyes and energetic spirits.

You scratched behind the dog’s ears gently before slipping your stethoscope on and listening for the dog’s heartbeat. It was clear, strong, and steady–-music to your ears. Regular checkups were much more fun to you and this dog was in optimum condition. You checked his ears quickly and smiled when the dog sat back a little and tried to be still. “She’s well behaved too! Just the other day, -”

You were about to jump into a quick story about the crazy case you had yesterday but your assistant came in, looking around before landing her eyes on you. “Hi, Doctor. Here’s the records for Sunny and there’s someone out here for you.”

“Oh, okay.” You managed a smile, simply taking the clipboard from your assistant to hide your confusion. You looked back at the dog and his owners. “I’ll wrap this up. She’s in great health. Did she get all of her vaccines taken care of?”

The young couple in front of you nodded and you sighed happily. “Perfect. She’s good to go then.”

“Thank you so much, Doctor.”

“My pleasure! Bye, Sunny!” You said, laughing a little as the dog licked your cheek before hopping off of the little counter she was resting on. “I’ll walk you out.”

The couple followed you to the front of your office and left promptly, happy to walk their dog out and head home. The little bell rang as they left the store and you gave them a little wave goodbye. Then your eyes landed on one of your best friends that was sitting in one of the waiting chairs. You were used to seeing Hercules. Today, he was reading a magazine, looking like such a dork.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Hercules said excitedly, coming up to you and giving you a big hug. “I think I got your order right.”

He handed you a bag from your favorite restaurant and you smiled widely, peeking inside. The smell of your favorite dish filled the air and you couldn’t help but feel warm inside. 

“Aww, Herc. You could have just given me the lunch I packed. I just left it on the counter of your place.”

He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. It was cute to see him get all shy. “I was out anyways. Did you, um, want to head over to our place to eat? Everyone’s there for once and it’s not too far.”

“Sure, yeah! We’re clear for the rest of the afternoon too. That sounds great.”

After you checked your schedule and announced you’d be leaving, you followed Hercules into his car and together, you made your way to the loft that they all shared. It was spacious, yet cozy, and you were greeted with the sight of the other three boys on the couch, eating happily together as some show was on. 

“(Y/N)’s here!” Hercules called as he shut the door behind you. The boys all looked up and quickly smiled at you. “Be on your best behavior!” 

He retreated to the kitchen and you stepped a little closer into the boys’ living room.

“Mon ange! Bonjour!” Lafayette said cheerfully, giving you a big smile and a small wave.

“Hey, love! How have you been?” John chorused, getting up to greet you. He hugged you tightly and you sighed happily, melting into his tender embrace. You lived for John’s hugs. They made everything right again.

“I’ve been good.” You buried your head into his chest as he rubbed your back. “How about you?" 

"Great, actually.”

“It’s been a while, yeah, (Y/N)?” Alex glanced over at you too and he squinted at what you were wearing. John had just pulled away when Alex had gotten up to get a closer look. Usually when you were with them you dressed casually–jeans and a t-shirt (possibly one of theirs) or were dressed up nicely when you went out with them. This outfit was new. He saw your scrubs and took notice of the white lab coat you had over them. Your little name tag is what made his eyes widen.

“When were you going to tell us you were a vet?!” Alex spoke up, coming to stand in front of you but still beside John. “(Y/N)!”

Hercules sounded like he was choking from the kitchen. 

“W-What?” You said, taken aback. You looked between the boys, unsure of their confused expression. Surely you had mentioned this before. You could have sworn that - 

“You’re a vet?!” John’s eyes widened next. “(Y/N), love! You never said anything about that!”

“I guess, it -”

“What’s going on?” Lafayette, who was still laying down on the couch, sat up slightly. He looked bewildered with his furrowed eyebrows and some curly hairs flying out of his bun.

“Did you know (y/n) was a vet?!” Alex turned quickly, looking to the Frenchmen in shock.

Lafayette’s eyes widened and he immediately burst out into a long line of French that made sense to only Alexander. Lafayette quickly rushed in front of you and saw the name of your storefront on your name tag. Your name was etched in neatly with your occupation written underneath clear as day.

“Mon ange! Why didn’t you say anything?! That’s magnifique!”

“I-I thought I told you all?” You said sheepishly. “Plus I always smell like dog when I come over after work.”

“You get paid to be with dogs all day.” John said in wonder almost, making you giggle.

“Not just dogs, Johnny.” 

“Even better.”

“The only dog we see at work is Jefferson, and he’s not even cute.” Alexander grumbled and Lafayette smacked his arm, making him wince. You couldn’t hold back your laughter. Hercules even chuckled from the kitchen. “What, Laf? I’m not lying.”

“He’s my friend too.” Lafayette mumbled, and Alex let out a soft apology. It was small and forced, but Lafayette appreciated it nonetheless.

“Anything else you’re hiding from us?” Hercules prompted from the kitchen after he cracked open a water bottle to drink. “Even though I was aware of this the whole time because I listen to my dearest friend.”

You blushed as the boys grumbled slightly. “It’s not our fault.” Alex pouted.

“But it is.” Hercules countered, enjoying how this was playing out.

“Seriously, how did we not know this?” John muttered, and then looked up at you for an answer. “We’re the worst!”

“No, no! Don’t say that!” You said quickly, trying to reassure John. “To be fair, Herc actually dropped me off at work one time when my car was having trouble that one time. That’s how he knew.”

The three let out soft oh’s or little nods of recognition. You smiled and they all did too, looking much more relieved.

“I guess it just slipped my mind.” You shrugged a little.

“Either way, we’re still super proud of you, honey.” Alex said, pulling you in for a tight hug. Soon you felt another pair of arms wrap around you and another and another. “Have you wanted to do this since you were a kid?”

You nodded, then realized the boys couldn’t see you do so from the center of the group hug. “Yeah, actually! Ever since I was little.”

“Let’s get a cake.” John whispered. “Better yet, let’s make one.”

“Non.” Lafayette said sounding exhausted, but still leaning against Hercules. Eventually, you all pulled away. Still, the warm and fuzzy feeling stayed with you, making you smile widely.

“This is worth celebrating!” Alex assured.

“Just lunch with you guys is fine. Honestly.” You giggled at their response.

“Speaking of which, you don’t have much longer of.” Hercules snickered.

“Thanks, Herc.” You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes as he ruffled your hair.

“Can we come by your work place?” Lafayette asked sweetly and all of the boys nodded frantically. They were so cute. “Tomorrow … perhaps?” His tone was hopeful and kind. The other boys were quick to chime in as well.

“Washington doesn’t need us in, right?” Alexander mumbled to himself, trying to think of his schedule.

“Non. We are free. Herc, what about you?”

“All my orders for clients are taken care of.” Hercules said smoothly.

You bit your lip and looked at the boys who were pleading with you.

“You have to be quiet!” You insisted. “I wouldn’t go into Washington’s yelling and screaming right?!”

The boys nodded quickly. You shot John a glare as he snickered. He quickly straightened up, and you held back your smile.

“And we wouldn’t barge into Hercules’ shop while he’s working on his latest masterpiece, right?” You asked again. 

“Right.” Hercules said the loudest, and you smiled, unable to hold it back any longer.

“Okay, come by tomorrow then.” You grinned. “I’ll give you a little tour.”


Tomorrow came. The boys were on their best behavior as they were your “assistants” for the day. Alex let out “I’m so proud” like it was a mantra. John was excited to see all the dogs and the turtles especially. Laf wasn’t as much of an animal person, but he found the birds that you looked after to be especially beautiful, admiring them as they chirped and gazing at them as they landed close to him. Hercules practically blended in with the golden retrievers. You had a big group of those dogs come from the shelter that fell in love with the big guy.

To have small moments like these, you were grateful that they had found out.

Daddy!Suga x Baby Boy!Reader

A phone sat in your hand, lighting up your (s/c) face as you waited patiently inside of a newly built restaurant. Your close friend had sent you into the world alone to go on a blind date. Your head was filled with endless possibilities of how the night could end. ‘What is wrong with me.’ You thought as your phone vibrated in your cold hands. Lifting the phone back to your face you read the message your facial expression showing confusion as you quietly read aloud, “Just go inside and get a table?” Heaving a sigh you slowly pushed open the door. Suga cursed under his breath as he pulled up. “Damn it. Why the hell did he choose today of all days to stay after school. Jin owes me big time for picking Kookie up…” He muttered with a sigh, getting out. He’d had to go and pick up his best friend’s kid for him. The best friend that set him up to be exact. He walked inside, noticing the male sitting alone. He walked over. “Are you (y/n)? The baby boy I was set up with?” Your head shot up, face slightly red from embarrassment. “U-Umm… Yeah that’s me… You must be Y-Yoongi then.” You softly stuttered out as you put a small smile onto your face. Sliding over you gently patted the seat next to you in the booth. “Please take a seat.” You stated. Taking the menu in your hands you flipped to the back in dissatisfaction of the choices on their drink menu. “Wow. This place has really changed a lot since I worked here…” You mumbled, raising a brow. “Get whatever you want. Dinner is on me.” He spoke with a smile. “And yes, I am Yoongi.” He sat next to you, looking over at him you nodded. “Thank you that’s quite kind of you.” Looking back down at the menu your eyes widened slightly. “Yoongi… W-Would you share this with me? I wouldn’t be able to eat it all by myself.” You said pointing to ‘Rabbit Stew’ which was in bold lettering. “I haven’t had it since I was a kid.” You shyly stated with a small laugh at the end. He smiled a bit. “Of course. Whatever makes you happy. Would you maybe want to have a conversation about our possible relationship until our waiter comes? What’s your favorite part of having a daddy?” You flushed pink at the mention of a relationship. “I-I guess it’s just having someone there for me… I’m not to strong and I can kind of be a push over but seeing someone like you… It makes me feel safe…” You said in a soft voice as the waiter finally came to the table to stop your awkward ramblings. Yoongi told the waiter what you both wanted, looking to you for what you wanted to drink. Once you had both ordered, the waiter left. “Of course, but there will be consequences of misbehaving, though I’ll also give you all the love you could ever ask for. I want someone to love and care about.” You began fiddling with your fingers. “Consequences?” You questioned looking at Yoongi with a curious look. “What do you mean? Misbehaving in what way?” You asked his hands fidgeting in your lap. “Punishment. Spankings, time out, and so on. You only get them for being a bad boy, doing things like yelling at me for no reason, breaking things, throwing tantrums, and other things like that.” He explained, reaching over. He gently took your hand into his. You jumped from the sudden contact. “I-I… Ummm…” You looked away as you turned an embarrassing shade of red. ‘What the hell did you get me into Jiminie!’ You screamed internally. While you weren’t paying attention the waiter had come back with your drinks in hand. Looking back you nodded in appreciation. “T-Thank you..” Yoongi pulled his hand back, a sigh escaping his lips. “I’m sorry if I made things awkward. I guess I’ll stop talking now. Don’t worry, when this is all over, I’ll pay, then you never have to see me again…” He muttered. He was used to it anyways. Nobody seemed to be a good baby boy. You heaved out a sigh shaking all thoughts you once had from your head. “I’m sorry… It’s my fault… I’ve never actually been in these types of relationships.” You stated. “I guess I’m just nervous… I mean you’re really damn sexy. And I look like a kid… So you can see where I thought…” You fumbled with your words before turning to face Yoongi. “I-If you’ll have me. I would love to be your, Baby boy.” You stated with a small amount of confidence laced in your voice. “Cute, sweet, and tiny. It’s how I like my baby boys. I promise I would never hurt you or do anything wrong to you.” He gently reassured you, smiling softly. You smiled and took Yoongi’s hand in yours. “So does this mean we’re?” You questioned wondering what you guys were for yourself. Your hair falling from your face as you looked up at Yoongi slightly. “I’m your daddy, and you’re my baby boy…” He explained, gently rubbing his thumb over your hand. “You’re perfect. I hope you’ll be my last baby boy…” You smiled softly at Yoongi as you looked at him with innocent eyes. “I hope so too~” You leaned up and pecked Yoongi’s cheek gently. “Is there anything you’d like to know about me?” You asked sitting normally again. “I’m an open book so please, ask away.” Yoongi thought for a minute before speaking up. “Hmm…what kind of things are you into?” He asked, raising a brow. “Like what do you like and not like?” You thought for a moment, not knowing the real question. “Well I like sweets, Netflix and reading… I especially like comic books! K-Pop!” At your sudden burst of enthusiasm you blushed looking away. “S-Sorry… That was a bit loud…” Yoongi chuckled softly. “It’s fine. It’s adorable, I like loud.” He reassured with a smile. “That wasn’t what I meant though. Mine was probably too personal though…” You looked down at your lap. “I-I guess I didn’t understand the context in which you put the question… Anyways what did you mean then?” “What are you into as in sexual ways?” Yoongi asked, raising a brow. A small smirk was on his face as he chuckled softly. You were quick to respond. “I’m into BDSM, I have a Master Kink, Toys, Names, Anything my partner wants to try I’m fine with.” Confidence could be heard in your soft voice. “And what about you?” You asked looking into Yoongi’s eyes. “I’m into DDLG/B. I like being called Daddy, and I love taking care of my baby boys. I like using toys on my baby boy, but I also like treating him like a baby. I’m basically like a parent. Nothing is better than seeing my baby boy in lace though. Lace panties are gorgeous on baby boys, especially ones with the build you have. You don’t have to do it though. My most commonly used toys are vibrators.” Yoongi explained, smirking slightly. You blushed before lifting your shirt slightly and pulling up the underwear you were currently wearing. Black lace was shown for a few seconds before you put your shirt back down. Looking back at Yoongi you smiled. “Trust me. I’ll have no problem with lace panties~” He bit his lip, his eyes snapping down, then back up to your face. “Well, that’s amazing~” He purred, smirking widely. “I bet they look great on you~” “M-Maybe if you want… Later we could go to your place… I’d love to know more about you.” You said. Once you had finished your sentence the waiter came back with their food. Yoongi smiled a bit, chuckling softly. “I don’t think we should do anything too much…” He muttered, smiling a bit. You nodded in agreement. “D-Daddy…” You looked at Yoongi’s lap. “Would you mind if I… Ummm… Nevermind… It’s stupid…” Looking back at his food he picked up a fork and took some of the shredded rabbit meat putting it in his mouth. Letting out a moan he swallowed. “This is really good!” He said trying to hide his earlier question from the world. “If you what? Tell me, baby boy.” Yoongi ordered, looking at you. He crossed his arms. Your eyes widened at Yoongi’s sudden demanding tone. “I-I was wondering if I could, maybe, sit on your lap Daddy…” You shrunk back ready for rejection. “Of course you can baby boy. It’s where I’d like you anyways…” He spoke, pulling you into his lap. You smiled as you took another forkful of rabbit and shoved it in your face. Moaning in content you swallowed before facing Yoongi. “Daddy will you try some?” You chuckled softly. “Of course…” He spoke, taking a bite. “Though I’d much rather enjoy listening to you~” You blushed. “So are there any other rules that I should know about?” You questioned looking at the dog tags around Yoongi’s neck. “Not many. You hold my hand at all times. No talking to strangers. No touching yourself without my permission. Take punishments like a good boy, and so on…” He explained, smiling softly. He took the spoon, holding it out to feed you. You nodded in agreement. “I can abide by those rules but I would like to have some freedom… Not to do whatever I want. I just like feeling independent once in a while… Would that be okay?” You opened your mouth looking in Yoongi’s eyes. “Of course. Though I would still appreciate it if you didn’t do anything too drastic.” He spoke with a smile, feeding the bite to you. He wrapped his arm around your waist. You nuzzled into Yoongi’s embrace as you swallowed. “Thanks Daddy~” You said in a soft voice. Finishing up the rest of your food and your drink. “Would you mind taking me home? I took an Uber as I had planned on this not working out…” You said with a nervous chuckle. “Of course I can take you home. I don’t mind at all.” He spoke with a soft smile. He scooped you up, grinning widely. You squeaked at the sudden action your arms immediately wrapping around Yoongi’s neck. “I-I can walk…” You said nervously. You felt your ass slipping. Yoongi noticed and was quick to place his hand on your bottom to secure you. “I want to carry you though. You’re light as a feather.” Yoongi spoke with a smile. “Okay…” You mumbled hiding your face in Yoongi’s built chest. “Thank you Daddy…” “You know, it would be much easier if you moved in with me? I have plenty of room?” He asked, looking down at you. “That would… I was supposed to have a roommate but he never came…” You said with a sigh. “Would it matter when I moved in?” You asked as you squirmed into a more comfortable position. Wrapping your legs around Yoongi’s waist. “Not at all, though I’d hope it could be soon…” He spoke, holding you close. He smiled down at you “I work from home. I hope that’s okay with you.” You yawned nodding. “That’s fine, Daddy. That means I can spend more time with you~” “Wanna stay the night with me before moving in…” Yoongi said on impulse. You nodded before straightening yourself. “I could start packing, I mean most of my stuff is in boxes anyways…” You mumbled somewhat embarrassed. “That sounds great. You say that like it’s a bad thing…” Yoongi buried his face in your neck, practically purring in content. “I have two bedrooms. There is a guest room if you’d like, though you’re very much welcome in my room.” You blushed. “Daddy… So it would be alright if I moved in tomorrow?” You asked tilting your head innocently. You then leaned up slightly and kissed Yoongi’s lips to 'Seal the Deal’. “Please?” Yoongi smiled, planting a kiss on your cheek. “Of course you can. Whatever makes you happy.” He spoke with a smile. He carried you to his car, buckling you in it. You looked around in the car. “This is nice.” You stated to yourself. Shutting the car door you patiently waited for your Daddy to get in the Driver’s seat. Yoongi went to his side, getting in. He drove off, after a while pulling in to the underground garage of a nice sized apartment building. “So you live here?” You asked your eyes wide in excitement. “It sure is bigger than my place.” You stated looking at Yoongi with a surprised look. “Only two rooms. Bedrooms at least. There are lots of other rooms…” He got out, carrying you inside. You blushed. “A-Am I not allowed to walk?” The look you had on your face showed embarrassment and lack of Independence. “It kinda feels weird…” “You can if you want. I just like babying my baby boys…” He spoke with a soft sigh, sitting you down. He started to slowly walk, leading the way. You quickly caught up and took Yoongi’s hand holding it in yours. “This is better then you carrying me in my point of view.” You grinned up at Yoongi. “I like carrying you better. I like having you right here in my arms.” He explained, biting his lip. Arriving he quickly punched in his passcode. He then opened the door to a huge apartment, smiling softly at the huge huge couch and hardwood furniture. Your eyes were popping out of your head at the sight before you. “This is so big!” You squealed as you let go of Yoongi’s hand to run around. Soon enough you found a bedroom and quickly jumped on the bed. As you snuggled into the sheets, sighing in content. “So soft~” Yoongi chuckled softly looking at your smiling face. “I’m glad you like it. You can even sleep in it with me if you want?” He spoke, smiling softly. You nodded. “Please sleep with me Daddy~” You purred as you walked back over to Yoongi. “But first I’d have to take a shower and if Daddy would allow it, borrow some of his clothes~?” “I’d love to see you in nothing but one of my big t-shirts and your lace panties~” He purred, smirking. “You can shower though. I’ll wait here…” You intertwined his fingers with Yoongi’s. “Thank you~” You politely sung as you brought Yoongi’s hand to your mouth kissing his knuckles. You then let go and happily skipped off to the bathroom. Yoongi sighed. He’d completely forgotten that his towels were in the laundry, so none were in the bathroom. It had even slipped his mind to go ahead and give you the t-shirt. He laid back on the bed, closing his eyes. Quickly getting out from your short shower you grabbed towards the towel rack not feeling and fabric. Blushing you looked at the counter. Covering your privates and shaking off best you could you made your way to Yoongi’s room. “D-Daddy…” You whispered turning the corner into the room you walked to the bed. “Daddy… Could I get a towel… And some clothes please…” “You only need a towel. You look perfect without clothes~” He teased, smirking. He got up though, and grabbed you a towel, along with a t-shirt. “It’s up to you whether you wear your underwear under it or not. I’m fine with you not.” You nodded. “I won’t.” You simply stated. Raising the towel to your hair you began to dry it. Once finished you threw on the big shirt. “I’ll be right back I feel the need to wipe up the water I tracked through your apartment.” Bending down and getting on your knees you began to use the towel to wipe up all the footprints and excess water you had tracked on the floor from earlier. Yoongi had followed you to see if you needed anything. Upon the sight of you bending over, hid eyes widened as he noticed the shirt ride up. “Damn…” He groaned, biting his lip. “You’re showing off quite a bit of things…” A noticeable blush was spread across your cheeks. As you finished wrapping up your little cleaning spree you stood pulling the shirt down. “O-Oh… I didn’t know…” Neatly folding the towel you hung it on the towel rack to dry before you washed it. “D-Do you need anything before I head to bed?” You asked. “Nothing that I can’t handle on my own. I don’t mind seeing your cute little bottom…” He spoke with a grin. He squeezed your bottom softly, causing you to let out a soft moan, before he walked to his own room. He stripped all of his clothes except his underwear off. You looked away biting your lower lip. “I’ll be waiting for you in your bed…” You quietly mumbled walking to Yoongi’s room and getting under the covers. Yoongi followed, getting in the bed next to you. He smiled softly, pulling you close to him. “Gorgeous little baby boy…” He spoke softly. You smiled at the warmth and gentleness of Yoongi’s touch, soon finding yourself moving into it. “Goodnight Daddy~” You said pecking Yoongi’s lips. “Thank you for dinner~” “Thank you for being my baby boy…” He muttered, his arm locking around your waist. Surely enough you had fallen asleep within a few seconds after Yoongi saying that. The warmth that enveloped you had lulled you to your little dreamland as you slowly nuzzled closer to your Daddy. And that was the start. Yoongi has happily claimed you as his, and you couldn’t be happier.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

“It doesn’t fit me at all,” I told my uncle, coming out of the bathroom in the white tank top – the kids at school called those wifebeaters, I had no idea why – and the blue athletic shorts he asked me to try on.  I thought it was strange that he’d ask me to wear clothes that didn’t even fit me.

“I think it’ll fit you well,” uncle Jack answered, scratching his beard and looking at my curiously.  He had his big bare feet up on the coffee table, which was also weird.  Usually he left his boots on in the house.

“Hey boy (I hated when he called me that), come over here, I want you to try some of this beer I bought.  Local brew, not quite a moonshine.  Your daddy ever let you have a beer?

"No,” I said, knowing I couldn’t stand the kids in my class who drank.  I don’t know why anybody would when they say it causes brain damage and isn’t even healthy.

“I want you to take this beer and chug it, he said, picking up a frothy-looking mug and handing it across the table.  He had his arm extended to me, and I could see the dark, black hair that laid flat on his muscular forearm and on the back of his hand, as well as smell the cold foam and the strange taste of the beer.

"Uncle Jake, I’d rather not, can I change back into my own clothes now?”

“You can put ‘em back on if you want after you drink this,” he said, laughing and flashing his bright white teeth at me in a grin.

“Is it gross?” I said, still wondering if I could get out of this.

“Nah it’s not gross, boy, just chug it.  After your first one you learn to like it.  Trust me,” he smiled.

Ok, I thought, why not, one couldn’t hurt and at least I’d know.  I picked up the mug, cold to the touch, and put it to my lips.  It tasted bitter.  I shuddered a little.  I could probably chug it down, still.  I started sipping, trying not to choke on it, and pretty soon I was gulping it down.

“How was it?” uncle Jake asked me.

“It was pretty nasty,” I said, “but I don’t feel drunk.  I thought it was supposed to do that?”

“Just stand there a minute,” Jake said.

So I did, but I still wasn’t feeling anything.  After a couple of minutes, just feeling like an idiot waiting for something to happen, I felt my stomach rumble a little.  I reached down to feel it and surprised myself when it flipped over a little.  Suddenly I felt woozy.  "Excuse me,“ I started to say, but was getting dizzy and fell down on one knee.

"Stand up,” Jake said.  I thought I was maybe going to puke.

“Ok,” I groaned, feeling woozy for sure.  I stood up.  The room had definitely started to spin, it looked like.

“I want you to flex and say you love your muscles,” Jake said, looking at me intently.

“What - whu…” I said, thinking this was getting way too weird for me.

“Just say it, boy,” Jake said.  "Say it.“

Oh god.  Well, what did I have to lose?  I lifted my arms up and said, "I love my muscles.”  I don’t think I sounded convincing.  I felt groggy.

“Say it again.  Louder.”

I did as uncle Jake asked, surprisingly myself with how loud I said it, actually.  I felt strange, like I was swelling up, and as I talked about my muscles it was almost like my mind had loosened up somehow.

“What… what’s happening?” I said, realizing that I was swelling up.  I could see it on my arms, and noticed my legs were getting thicker too.  I looked athletic, even, and my voice sounded deeper.

I looked over at Jake.  Suddenly I was noticing the hair on his forearms and thinking maybe it wasn’t so gross after all, there was something intriguing about it.  I wondered absently what his chest looked like under that shirt.  I couldn’t believe I was thinking these things, but something about it all seemed very exciting to me.

And whatever was happening to me, weird as it was, was seeming exciting too, like I had more energy and like I was becoming unbound.  I wanted to flex.  "Yeah, what’s happening?“ I said, thinking that sounded stupid as I raised my arms and flexed again, hard as I could just to see how it felt.  As I did it felt like my arms swelled up even more, and like something just cut loose in my mind, snapped or something.  It felt weird.

"You’re really starting to fill out that tank, boy,” Uncle Jake said, grinning, a glint of something exciting in his eye.  It seemed kind of predatory to me but I made eye contact with him anyhow.  I wondered where this was headed.

“Yeah?” I just said, not knowing what to say.  My voice really did sound deeper.

“Yeah you are,” he said as I scratched my chin.  It felt rough all of a sudden, like I had a goatee growing in.  Whoa.

“This… the beer did this?” I said, hating how dumb I sounded to myself but I supposed I was drunk.  There was something exciting about sounding like this, too, like maybe I could just let loose and have some fun too.  My mind felt like it loosened up even more.  I really was loving how Jake was just kicking back, so casual, hair swirling out from his pants legs where his bare fucking feet were still up on the table.  I didn’t know why but that was exciting me too.  I felt my dick start to get hard under the silky fabric of my shorts.  I wondered if Jake would notice.  It was weird but like this was all supposed to be happening so I just went with it.

“Yeah it sure did,” Jake said, grinning, walking over to me and putting a hand on my bicep.  "Flex this,“ he said.

I complied, excited by the feel of this big bare hand on my muscle, and felt my dick get even harder.  I flexed it as hard as it could.  It seemed to get even more swole.

"You think maybe soon you’ll be ready for your second beer?” Jake said, looking me in the eye almost as if to dare me.  "Or you want to just ride this one out tonight?“

I realized I was drooling.  The beard on uncle Jake’s face looked so interesting all of a sudden, and he smelled so good.  I opened my mouth to answer and lifted a hand up to wipe the drool away.  Whoa, my arm had really gotten big.

"I…uh…” I was focused on Jake’s mouth, his warm breath, how deep and rich his voice sounded.  I just wanted him to move closer to me for some reason.

“I can get you another beer if you want, boy.  I don’t know if you’re ready for it though.”

“Yeah, get me another beer, man,” I said, not knowing what else to say, just knowing that my dick was pressing up against my stomach hard under my shorts and that I’d do whatever he said.  I was really curious what he’d look like without a shirt on for some reason, and though that was weird it was almost making my dick drool.  I hoped he’d stand right next to me while I drank the next one, or we could… well, I wasn’t sure, but I sure wanted to find out.

Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.

“Do you want another drink?” Being a good host was very important, in Haneul’s opinion, and though it wasn’t exactly his party it was being hosted in his house and he wanted to make sure other people were having a good time- making sure guests had enough refreshment was a big part of that. It may also partly because, while hovering by the drinks table, he was casually trying to encourage people to try from the large jug of pink lemonade he’d made himself… With a little help from the elves, there were actually two more jugs waiting into the kitchens that he hoped to bring out. “Do you want some lemonade? It’s pink and highly refreshing! Oh- and homemade, entirely!”

Thanks for Helping Me Out

My weakass made a playlist cause I love these two

Tracklist:

1. Zombie Food, Danny L Harle // 2. Metamaterial, Blank Banshee // 3. Meltdown, The Aquabats! // 4. I Want to Tell You, The Beatles // 5. Poweful, Major Lazer // 6. All My Friends Are Over There, Kinesthetiac // 7. Clearest Blue, CHVRCHES // 8. Pay No Mind, Madeon Ft. Passion Pit // 9. Wavestep, Blank Banshee // 10. Tell Me Why, Big D and the Kids Table

Game night

Originally posted by ackles

Request: Game night request of Sam and the reader playing a boardgame (accidentally deleted the original ask sorry Oo)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Triggers: None

Word Count: 2688

Y/N = Your name  Y/H/C = Your hair colour  

You’d just gotten comfortable on the couch, settling in with a bottle of beer and some of your unhealthy snacks mixed into the pile of Sam’s healthier choices when the big guy came back into the library. His features had relaxed from the idea of a quiet evening at home and looking up you were greeted with a warm, happy smile. He looked like a kid on Christmas as he unloaded the stack of cardboard boxes in his hands on the table in front of you.

“You ready for this?” Sam asked, acting like a giddy child as he looked from the colourful boxes and over at you. Whenever hunting allowed it you always had a game night at least once a month. Most of the time Cas and Dean would join as well, but this time it was just the two of you.

Which, if you were being completely honest with yourself, you didn’t really mind… Sure, big brother hunter was always a good sport and the angel in a trench coat’s multiple questions about the game of the night always made for an interesting evening. But having some alone time with Sam. Just you and the man you loved. Well that was something else completely.

Of course, the big guy was completely unaware of your feelings for him, but even spending an evening as his friend was enough to make you overjoyed. Just think… A whole evening of secret glances and laughter with the man you were too much of a coward to verbalize you loved. It might have seemed like torture for some, but you loved spending time with him. Even from the, oh so torturous position of a friend.

So as Sam let himself drop down on the couch beside you, his hazel eyes sparkling at the idea of an actual quiet evening, the smile you shot him was real, and possibly a little goofy. Damn, God might not be around all that much anymore, but he did a hell of a good job with the hunter next to you.

Shaking your less than innocent thoughts away you drowned out your own heartbeat with your words. Your excitement not faked, as you were more than happy just being his friend and having fun together like this.

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Just got to see Lemuria play Get Better all the way through, and then they did a bunch of older stuff, including stuff I haven’t heard them play live in legit, like, eight years. AND they did a Ramones cover with Mikey Erg. Cayetana also played a great set and I am so fucking stoked for their new album to come out. AND NEXT WEEK I am going to go see Big D and the Kids Table play Steady Riot all the way through and I am SO EXCITED.

(Also my roommate, who I went to the show with, told me Mikey Erg reminded her of me, which is not the first time I have heard that, but also that my particular style of performing also was similar to his. Just further proof that all white men with glasses are literally just the same person).

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and then tag ten blogs you would like to get to know better. Or don’t. It’s up to you.
I was tagged by @fornothingisevilinthebeginning and @agent-jersey (thanks lol)


Nickname: Fil
Sign: Pisces
Favorite Music Artist: My knee jerk answer will always be the Foo Fighters, they are near and dear to me heart. But blink-182, Green Day, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Bouncing Souls, Big D and the Kids Table, Streetlight Manifesto, and Queens of the Stone Age are up there too
Last TV Show You Watched: I actually finished season 2 of Voltron on Netflix the other night (I LOVE IT)
Last Movie You Saw in the Movie Theater: Rogue One (I cry)
What Are You Wearing Right Now: FC Porto beanie, red flannel button up, and jeans
What Do You Post: Boy is that a question. hockey, rooster teeth, music, cartoons, game grumps, soccer, etc.
Do You Have Any Other Blogs: Nope
Why Did You Choose Your URL: Because Cory just seems like a nerd 
Do You Get Asks Regularly: If by regularly you mean never, then yes lol
Hogwarts House: I got Hufflepuff the first time i took it years ago, but I retook it a few weeks ago and got Gryffindor??? 
Patronus: I have the white stallion
Pokémon Team: Team Instinct, we be memeing as hard as Team Skull
Favorite Color: Blue, purple a close contender
Favorite Characters: Luke Skywalker, by far. (Please don’t hurt him Episode VIII)
Hobbies/crafts? Video games, radio, music, soccer and playing bass when I have the motivation
Collect anything? Mostly movie tickets, hockey and soccer tickets, and concert tickets
Current challenges you face? Just surviving college

Things you’re looking forward to? A career in radio. I really want to do that with my life
Anything you want to promote? My college radio show lol. It’s called the Silent Planet and is every Saturday from 4 to 7 PM. (Tune into WMSC Radio on iHeart Radio)

Anything else you’d like to share? *shrug*


Now to tag 10 other people

@naturalhungertime @punkpuppydragon @the-backspin-alchemist @the-land-of-ghosts-and-rust @mttymrts @shimmystar @blackwoodmackenzie @sassy-tuukka-time-tantrum @miss-space @cory-schneids

anonymous asked:

My mom likes to tell a story of the time she had to stay at a cousins house and they made a dinner she wasnt used to, she was polite and tried some but she didnt like it. But they said she eat it or nothing, so she did then she puked on their table.

My parents consistently forced me to eat things I had an aversion to and would literally puke it up, clean in up, and then continue to have to eat it while gagging. If I didn’t it’d go away till the next day and I had to finish it before I had any other meals. Just feed your fucking kids something they’ll eat if they’re putting up such a big fucking fight against a certain meal. It’s not that hard.

Nowi

(¼) “My parents were big in the hustling game. It wasn’t like it is now. Now it’s a bunch of kids on the corner trying to get sneakers. In the early eighties it was a group of older dudes— just some local cats who got together and decided: ‘This is how we’re going to eat.’ Nobody was coming to our house to buy a dime bag. Everyone who came over was buying weight. Those were the people who we’d see all the time as kids. They were like our family. They’d give us a hundred bucks to go to the store and tell us to keep the change. It was all very friendly and civil. There were even three police officers that would always come over and smoke– two white guys and a Spanish guy. They’d sit down in our living room at a big glass table, and my dad would come out from the back and hit them up with envelopes. Pops looked out for the whole block. He’d throw block parties. He’d organize bus trips for all the neighborhood kids. He’d take everyone to Great Adventures and pay for the whole thing. And at Christmastime, our doors would stay open. There would be a huge pile of presents and kids from the block would come inside and take whatever they wanted. It used to make me jealous because it seemed like they got more than we did.”