cheesecake is so good

anonymous asked:

WestAllen baby names they would pick out?

“Owen.”

Sitting at a table at Jitters, almost-closing, Iris looks up from her laptop.  “Like, Jurassic World?”

“Yeah.  And we could name the girl Blue.  Blue’s pretty cute,” Barry points out, sitting across from her.  “No?”

Iris lifts both eyebrows.  “You want to name our daughter after a velociraptor?”

“I mean, I’m fine with Blue being the boy,” Barry says with a shrug.  Flipping through his phone, he tosses out, “Spartacus and Spock.”

“Why?”

“Shits and giggles.”  Iris kicks him lightly under the table.  “Um, Bumblebee and Hamlet.”

“Bumble–”

Transformers.”

Iris shuts her laptop and levels a challenging look at him.  For a second he thinks she’s about to astral project him into another dimension.  Then she says, “Luke and Leia.”

Barry beams.  “Now you’re getting it!  What about Optimus Prime?”

Iris rests her head on a hand.  “Babe, we’re having twins.”

“Optimus Prime and Optimus Prime the Sequel.”

Iris closes her eyes.  “I can see why you’re a Bartholomew.”

Barry grins.  “Sins of the father.”  Sliding down his screen, he adds seriously, “Okay, how do we feel about Ethan and Emma?”

“Mm.  Better than Optimus Prime.”

“Can’t compare to Optimus Prime the Sequel,” Barry replies.  “Jayden and Jayla?”

“Jayla – Star Trek?”

Barry’s chest puffs out in pride.  “I love you.”

Iris looks at him and smiles.  “I love you, too.  We’re not naming out children after Star Trek characters.”

Barry deflates a little but carries on.  “Jason and Jill.”

“Cute.”

Her tone implies carry on.  Barry rattles off, “Danielle and Dallas, Alex and Ares.”

“Ooh.”  Iris smiles.  “I like Ares.”

“No, wait, that’s Kara’s sister’s name,” Barry says with a sigh.  “Alex, not Ares.”

“Mm.”

“Sarah and Samson, Brian and Beth?”

Iris shrugs.

“Isaac and Isabella?”

“Isabella?”

“Izzy.”

“Mm.  Too Twilight.”

“That’s fair.”  He reaches the end of the list and makes a small disgruntled sound.  “Back to the books.”

Iris reaches out to take his wrist before he takes off.  Looking him right in the eye, she says, “Dawn.”

Barry grins.  “Yeah?  Like – D-A-W-N?”

Iris frowns a little but nods, not seeing his point.

To clarify, Barry slides his phone across the table, letting her see the last pair: Dawn and Donatello.

“Their nicknames are homophones?” Iris asks dryly, but she’s still smiling, and Barry already knows it’ll work out.  Yes-he-cheated-and-checked-the-future-but-it-was-an-accident!   (The first time).  “That sounds like trouble.”

Oh, they’re big trouble.  Our Tornado Twins.  He can’t stop grinning.  “Yeah, no, I totally agree – which is why we just – have to come up with good nicknames.”

“Donny?”

Barry scrunches up his nose.

Before he can even open his mouth to make an alternative suggestion, Iris says, “Dar?”

Barry smiles.  “Yeah?”

“For Dawn.  Dawn Rose,” Iris clarifies, like he hasn’t already known, and it warms his heart to hear her, his Iris, say it for the first time.  “Dar.”

“Don and Dar.”

Iris fist-bumps him.  “Don and Dar.”

Celebratory cheesecake is so good.

(What’s even better is the night three weeks later when Iris bolts upright and says loudly, “You named him after a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle,” and Barry, cuddling the sleeping week-old twins on the couch, just beams and keeps Speed-purring.)

Family (Yongguk x Reader) Fluff

Word Count: 1818

AN: Admin S here again! This is dedicated to my dear friend @y-ngguk who is a lovely ray of sunshine, enjoy this my dear! 

Warning: Cheesy, lame fluff

It wasn’t every day that Yongguk woke up to such a beautiful sight. Allowing his eyes to adjust to the brightness of the sunlight that poured in through the windows, he looked at the girl lying in his arms, cuddled against him as her chest slowly rose and fell. Her (h/l) (h/c) was sprawled all over, messy as ever, her soft (s/c) glowing in the sunlight, making her look like a goddess.

Unconsciously, a soft smile its way on to his lips as he slowly pulled his arm from underneath her head, allowing himself to hover as his elbows supported his weight and he leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her nose, chuckling to himself. Seeing this had no effect on waking her up, he moved to her forehead, followed by her eyelids when she began to stir softly. “Wake up baby girl.” His deep voice whispered happily as she mumbled incoherently, moving her body closer to his, allowing his warmth to rub off on her.

Smiling, he kissed her jaw, before moving up to her cheeks, kissing the corner of her lips, as she stirred awake. “Mmm, what’s gotten into you today?” Her groggy voice asked, as she opened her eyes, only to be greeted by the most breath taking smile she’d ever seen. Yongguk had lied back down, facing her, using one hand support his weight and the other moving under the covers to grab her hand. “I have the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms, why shouldn’t I be happy?” He asked her, pulling her closer and kissed her soft hair, the familiar smell of her shampoo invading his nostrils.

“Let’s stay like this for a while, you can check on the kids later.” She whispered, burying her face in his neck, placing a soft kiss his neck. “Hmm, whatever you say love.” He replied.

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“Noona, what are you cooking?” Youngjae asked, walking into the kitchen, only to be greeted by his hyung’s girlfriend cooking, dressed in Yongguk’s sweater and sweatpants.

“You’ll find out soon, do you want to give me a hand? Yongguk went to wake everyone up.” She replied, as she continued to chop the strawberries. “Sure Noona!” Youngjae replied, stepping into the kitchen of the dorm to help her out. The pair continued to cook, with Youngjae chopping the various fruits and (Y/n) flipping the pancakes.

Yongguk walked in the kitchen, having gone around and woken up the other four. His eyes twinkled as he watched the love of his life interact with Youngjae, the pair laughing about some stupid joke as they moved around in the kitchen, he was so damn lucky to have her.

Soon, the other four piled into the kitchen, with (Y/n) ordering them all to take their spots at the dinner table as she and Youngjae brought out the food. A massive stack of pancakes for each of them, covered in various fruits and whipped cream. She surely was spoiling them.

“Noona, this is so good, it might even rival your cheesecakes.” Daehyun laughed, before digging into his plate and the others soon followed as (Y/n) laughed, before making her way towards Yongguk’s chair and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, leaning down so her head rested on his shoulder.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” He asked her, offering her a bite, which she gladly accepted. “I already ate before I made these for you guys, I hope you like them.” She grinned, her eyes twinkling with happiness as he gave her his adorable gummy smile.

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“Ok, Jongup, get the broom, Junhong, get the vacuum cleaner and Jung Daehyun, don’t you dare even think about sneaking off!” She yelled, causing Himchan and Youngjae to burst into laughter. The 7 of them were cleaning their dorm, which was a complete mess. It had been partially the reason that all of them were here today, otherwise, if it weren’t for (y/n)’s scary death glares, Yongguk would probably be locked away in his studio, Daehyun looking for random food shops and Himchan sleeping like the dead in his room.

It was a nice, peaceful period for the boys, they’d just finished their promotions for Rose and their world tour and were on break for a month or so. Himchan’s fracture had gotten much better, almost completely healed and Jongup’s stomach was much better.

“Youngjae, Himchan, Yongguk, start cleaning the kitchen and living room, the studio and the backyard, me and these three will do all the individual rooms, the bathrooms and the basement. Now get to work, if I see anyone slacking, I’m not making you boys dinner.” She commanded and heard a chorus of “yeses” and groans in response as all 7 of them got to work.

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“Finally, it was a pigsty in this dorm, how do you even get this messy?” She asked, throwing the last rubbish bag in the bin and dusting her hands. “It’s the hyungs, especially Youngjae and Daehyun.” Junhong commented, snickering.

“Ok, get yourselves cleaned up now, and then I’m gonna get groceries for you all, you can’t keep living off bread and nutella.” She remarked, moving towards Yongguk’s old room so she could use his bathroom. Yongguk followed her, closing the door behind them as all the kids went off to clean themselves.

“Thank you so much.” He commented, wrapping his arms around her frame as she pulled her hair out of the bun it was in. “It’s nothing love, you guys are family, and they’re my kids too.” She laughed, turning around, gently rubbing her nose against his as she closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Seriously, I don’t know what we all would do without you.” He smiled, leaning his forehead against hers, enjoying the peace and calm of the moment. It were the moments like these that gave him strength, the inspiration, the motivation to continue the strive to make music, to lead BAP to the best of his abilities.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you dorks.” She responded, truly meaning it from the bottom of her heart, the boys were really her family now, all of them and having been together with Yongguk for the past 4 years, she saw their weaknesses, their strengths, their happy moments and their low moments. She’d been Yongguk’s rock during the lawsuit, consistently encouraging not only him but all 6 of them to not give up hope, she was the one that made sure Yongguk ate, and as often as she  could get time off from work, she was with them, listening to them, cooking for them, doing whatever it took to make sure they were not spiralling into a downwards spiral.

“I love you.” Yongguk replied, opening his eyes to see her smiling face. Moments like these were rare but the pair adored them equally. “I love you too love.” She responded.

“But you’re stalling my shower, I still have to go out and buy food and then cook. I’ve got 5 hungry kids to feed.” She laughed, pulling herself off him. “5 hungry kids eh? When did you become a mother huh?” Yongguk laughed, pulling away.

“Let me rephrase that then, 2 children, 2 teens, a mother and an old grandfather, yeah, that’s my family.” She laughed, winking at him before making her way into the bathroom, grabbing her clothes on the way in.

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“Noona, I’ll come with you!” Jongup volunteered, getting up from the couch when (Y/n) asked one of them to accompany her to the supermarket. “Come on, let’s go.” She replied, grabbing her wallet as the pair made their way out of the dorm. Jongup sported a large baggy hoodie, the hood being pulled up to hide his face and a black face mask.

“Noona, I have to ask you about something.” He said as she grabbed a loaf of bread from the bakery. “Go on Jongup-ah, what is it? Why do you sound so tense?” She asked, looking back at him, sensing the tension in his voice.

“Noona, there, there’s this girl, I-I, re-really li-like her.” He stuttered, playing with his hands, avoiding eye contact with his hyung’s girlfriend as he explained his situation. “Jongup! Who is she? Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this.” She smiled back at the boy, ruffling his hair as he had now taken his hoodie off.

“Noona..” He grinned, rubbing the back of his head, his face heating up and turning red. “My little pup is in love, come on, you have to tell me everything!” She gushed, pushing the trolley forward as they continued grocery shopping and she gave him advice as how to ask his girl out.

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“We are young, wild and free.” (Y/n) softly sang, stirring the ramen, softly moving her hips to the song before two strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.

“I know we’re better together.” He continued, singing Zelo’s part in a rather high pitched voice, trying to imitate the maknae but failing miserably. “You should stick to the deep, gruff bits Jagi, they suit you better.” (Y/n) smiled, turning her head around and pecking his cheek. The pair were alone in the kitchen, thus having an intimate moment.

“It smells delicious, I can’t wait.” He mumbled against her neck. “Set the table, get the others to help you, especially Dae, he slacked off while cleaning.” She laughed and Yongguk nodded, following her command.

Dinner was a bliss, (Y/n) sat next to Yongguk on the table, leaning against his shoulder when she was done as she watched the boys crack ridiculous jokes as they ate their dessert, homemade cheesecake, which Daehyun hogged the majority.

Yongguk pulled his hand under the table, intertwining his fingers with his beloved’s, feeling her cold hands in his warm ones, he felt at peace, this was his family, and he cherished them all.

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“Aish this girl, Junhong-ah, wake up.” Yongguk smiled, all 7 of them had been watching some lame movie and during the movie, (Y/n) had fallen asleep on Yongguk’s shoulder, with Junhong’s head in her lap as he fell asleep too.

Groaning as he woke, Junhong got up, rubbing his eyes as he made his way towards his room, leaving Yongguk and (y/n) behind. “Let’s get you into bed Jagi.” Yonnguk smiled, pulling his arms around her and hoisting her up in this arms, carrying her carefully to his room. (Y/n) snuggled closer to him, and he smiled, putting her down in bed and tucking her under the covers as he joined her from the other side, pulling her close to him as he wrapped an arm around her.

“Thank you so much Jagi, you make me the happiest man alive, thank you for being part of my family.” He mumbled, placing a kiss on her hair before closing his eyes, feeling content as he held her in his arms.

All Bottled Up

Here’s Part 2!

Part 1: https://psychotic-cheesecake.tumblr.com/post/160683933582/all-bottled-up

“We really should’ve let the cookies cool down.” Keith said, lifting the ice cream sandwich to hus mouth before it drips to the couch.

“Ya think?” Lance laughed on the floor, fervently licking at his hand for every drip of the melting ice cream.

“You guys stick with your ice cream, while I enjoy my doughy, warm goodness.” Shiro gave up on the ice cream sandwich and grabbed a bowl from the counter. There he dunk his share of the cookies and mashed them together. He ate the warm cookies with a spoon and seemed content with it.

“I have an idea!” Lance crawled towards them, grabbing the tub of ice cream on the table and his share of warm cookies. He kneeled in front of them on the couch and waved for Shiro to hand over his bowl.

“What are you planning, Lance.” Shiro raised a brow at Lance, refusing to hand over his bowl. He saw the mischievous glint of Lance’s eyes, he knows the idea was a bad one.

Lance rolled his eyes at him. “Keeeeith, your boyfriend won’t hand his goods!” Lance whined, pawing at Keith’s shoulder.

“Pfft, Lance, you can’t just say things like that!” Keith laughed, burrowing even deeper on Shiro’s chest. They occupied much of the couch’s space where Shiro sat at the corner and Keith languidly leaning on Shiro’s side with his feet on the remaining space.

They look comfy, Lance thought as he tried to grab Shiro’s bowl.

“No! You’re gonna ruin it with your ice cream!” Shiro refused to hand over the bowl, enjoying the way Lance tried to reach for it.

Shiro has to admit that it was fun hanging out with Lance. It was like he was friends with him too.

They’ve been eating cookies and ice cream for a while now, and he very much enjoyed Lance’s company. Of course it’s also a plus how Lance made Keith smile. He can see now that Keith and Lance truly had years of friendship connecting them in a way that it’s fascinating to watch. Whenever Keith would recall a certain event in their younger years, Lance would smile wide and continue the story with much enthusiasm that all you could do was listen and smile back.

Given the fact that they had a rocky reunion, you wouldn’t know that they just had a confrontation a while ago with the way they were talking to each other. Keith was relaxed in his arms, laughing and eating melting ice cream. That’s all he could ask for.

“Cmon, Shiro. Pleeease?” Lance leaned in further, his hand digging on the sofa’s surface between his legs and his chest near his. His face was close too and he was struck with how blue his eyes were.

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A Helping Hand (Ch 10/?)

Summary: My girlfriend just dumped me and I’ve gotten piss drunk and somehow managed to get into your apartment instead of my own. I’m trying to masturbate my feelings away and boy were you surprised. Based on a Tumblr prompt that spiraled out of control.

A/N: First of all, I want to thank everyone for your patience, I know it’s been a month since I last updated this. Also want to thank @ilovemesomekillianjones for being wonderful and beta-reading my 10,000-word monster of a chapter. 

Hope you all enjoy reading!

Rated: Mature for sex and salty language

Also available: AO3 FF.N

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9

Killian was in a daze as he sat next to Liam at the table, trying his best to suppress the impish smile from his lips. He was still tingling from his orgasm, and hoping he wasn’t letting it show. Liam and Elsa were closely observing him, but didn’t seem to suspect anything.

“Feeling better, brother?” Liam inquired, amusement in his tone.

It took everything in Killian to not give in to the smirk that threatened his lips. He cleared his throat and gave a nod. “Aye. More than better, in fact.” He was not at all exaggerating. Killian came to the conclusion that being with Emma simply made him better in more ways than he could count on his good hand.

“Emma’s not back yet. I think should go and see if she’s okay, she’s been in there for a while,” Elsa spoke up in concern.

“Aye, maybe she’s feeling under the weather,” Killian offered, barely able to maintain a straight face.

Elsa nodded in agreement and set down her napkin as she started to get up.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

The three of them turned their attention to Emma, who was now approaching the table and taking her seat. Elsa paused and eyed her suspiciously.

Emma appeared to be much more relaxed and cheerful, and Killian could sense that she too was trying to hold back a grin.

“I was just getting ready to check on you, to see if you were okay,” Elsa explained as she adjusted and relaxed in her seat.

Emma shrugged casually, picking up a dessert menu and scanning it over. “Never been better. Just stepped outside for some fresh air.” Emma didn’t notice the questioning glances Elsa and Liam shot her way. “So who’s up for dessert?” she asked, never tearing her eyes from the menu.

“You sure you’re okay?” Elsa asked dubiously.

Emma finally lifted her head, looking up at Liam and Elsa with a warm smile as she set down the menu. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be? Two of my best friends are getting married.” Emma extended both of her hands over the table, offering them to her friends. They still seemed skittish, but they each took a hand regardless. “I’m really happy for the both of you.”

“Thanks, Emma. You know, you will find someone who will make you as happy as Liam makes me,” Elsa said, blushing. “Maybe Graham will be that someone?”

Killian clenched his jaw and Emma shook her head as she released her friends’ hands.

“I doubt it. It’s just one date.” She looked over at Killian, flashing him an apologetic smile, which put him at ease a bit. He knew that Emma wasn’t really going out with Graham. And besides, the Irish man wasn’t the one who’d just had fantastic sex with her, so, Killian could live with the facade. He managed a smile, and Emma’s grin only grew more wicked as he felt a bare foot rubbing against his leg. She flashed him a wink, making his cheeks heat up.

“Okay, I’m with Emma. Let’s get some dessert,” Liam announced and grabbed the menu as Emma took a sip of her drink. “What about you brother? Do you want some?”

A devilish smirk pulled at his lips as he gazed across the table at Emma. “I already had dessert.”

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bearceptionus  asked:

hi. i live and breathe for shy sidney. it's been amazing. i like to imagine - geno really wants to support sidney and help him speak up more. whenever he can tell that sidney is thinking about something, is about to say something, etc, he just - watches so patiently. Sidney, biting his lip, starting a sentence a few times, and Geno just 100% attentive, nodding, ready to listen. and Omg the first time Sidney really asks for something? Geno can't stop kissing him - my sid, so smart and so good.

Geno thinks Sidney says something, but he can’t quite hear over the noise of the blender.

“What?” Geno asks. He presses pause on the blender and turns to Sidney, who’s looking over some papers from work. “Sorry, blender loud. You say something?”

Sidney blinks, then shakes his head. “No, never mind. I can take care of it.”

He shuffles off. 

The next time it happens, Geno’s flipping bacon and Sidney’s voice is low–Geno catches the phrase of “wouldn’t it be nice” and “snow.” 

“Be nice what?” Geno asks, a little loudly so Sidney can hear him over the sizzling of the skillet and fan. “Sorry, I’m not catch.”

Sidney flips through his magazine, then shakes his head. “No, it’s nothing important.”

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Sidney doesn’t speak too often, Geno finds out. He starts sentences, then stops. He bites his lower lip, looks around, then dismisses himself. Geno tells one of the rookies, and they groan, “Ugh, my girlfriend does that too. I mean, why can’t she just say what’s on her mind? Like the other night, she asked me what I wanted to eat for dinner and said no to every suggestion until I said the restaurant she’d been looking at on Yelp for a week. Why can’t she just say that in the first place?”

Geno frowns. He doesn’t think Sidney’s doing it for attention, much less on purpose. 

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Echoes .3

Originally posted by sugutie

Member: Jeon Jungkook

Genre: angst, soulmate au, fluff

Word Count: 6,103

Warnings: slight cursing

Author’s Note: part three of this soulmate series, thank you for being so patient, i’m already planning the next chapters, and a little heads up, but there might be two or three more chapters before the finale!! enjoy :)

Part one. two. three.


Soulmate. When your whole world comes to a stop when destiny draws the pair close.


By the time you get back to your dorm, it’s already dark. The stars are twinkling in contrast to the dark emptiness of space. The view of the sky during your car ride was a changing spectrum of oranges, pinks, purples, and blues. 

After leaving the cafe, you had driven around Seoul for hours, getting off every once in a while, and taking pictures. Although futile, since the pictures would disappear the next day when the time loop reset your world, you loved the act of capturing the scenery into a single square. 

Unlocking the dorm door was a familiar, yet depressing scene. It meant another day of failing to find your soulmate. With the room still dark, you walk over to the compact refrigerator sitting in your tiny kitchen and grab your bottle of water. The brightness of the refrigerator momentarily fills up the room with yellow-tinted light, but disappears along with the sound of the doors shutting.

You walk over and collapse on your couch. Streetlights outside let see the empty road, and the doors of the apartments outside.

1…2…3…you count silently; however, you already know that there are 12 lamps lining the streets outside. Counting streetlights is something you do pointlessly on certain nights. 

You take a sip from the water bottle in your hand and pull up the time from your cell phone. 

11:47 pm shines from the screen. You rest your eyes…another day is over

The lone car cruises down the street and you can hear the soft rumbling of its engine streaking down the pavement. You close you eyes for a moment, and let the events of today replay in your mind.

11:59 pm, you see now on your phone when you open your eyes. On top of the time, May 23, 2016 is written in smaller font.

You stare at the clock and wait to see the clock change, wishing that the date would change along with the time. However, before the time changes, fatigue washes over you, and an ungodly force forces your eyes to close and everything goes blank.

Pitch black darkness.

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Ugh I tried to stay on track this weekend but it was SO HARD! It didn’t help that I was in the car all day on Friday and then again today. Blah.

At least I tried.

And it could have been worse. I could have had more than two beers on Friday and Saturday nights. I could have gone back for seconds on food at the wedding and I could have eaten two or three pieces of cheesecake instead of just one. But I didn’t. So that’s good.

Moving on. I’m making homemade cranberry chicken salad tonight and going on a Costco run tomorrow and then I’ll be all set for meals for the week!

Better Than Cheesecake

For @vanessa-0188, some new Sonny based on the prompt:  “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”. 

Originally posted by all-things-raul-esparza

You wanted the part so bad it was all you could think about for the last three months.

Since the moment you heard about the open audition, you spent every second you weren’t at your day job (and sometimes, even stole a few moments there) delving into the play.

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