going to be deleting this in a few hours


A/N: This is a repost of an old story that I deleted from my other blog. But it’s wintery so therefore kinda Christmasy? I do intend to write a Christmas one shot at some point.

Oh and it’s smutty…

“Y/N, we should go. The snow’s starting to get heavier.”

“But I’m having so much fun!” You whirled to a stop on your ice skates, in front of your best friend and colleague Spencer Reid.

You’d been driving home from lecturing at a college a few hours away when you’d spotted a deserted frozen lake that just called out to you. It looked beautiful, it had snowed over the last few days and it looked like a winter wonderland Christmas card. In your youth you’d been a budding figure skater until a shattered ankle had put paid to your dreams of pursuing it professionally. You still kept a pair of skates in the trunk of your car in the winter and you’d driven off the main road and found the entrance to the lake, begging Spencer to allow you to skate for a while.

He’d agreed and had found a log to rest on for a while, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watched you with a smile on his face.

You must have been out there for an hour before he called you back, snow starting to fall again quickly and the sun setting in the sky.

“I know you’re having fun, and I’m enjoying watching you. But I’m cold, and it’s getting dark. And we’re still at least two hours away from home. Plus… The snow is coming down pretty quick now.”

It was. You couldn’t skate very fast without feeling the force of the snowflakes against your face. He was right. And he’d been a really good sport about sitting in the cold. You carefully walked over to where he was waiting with your boots and plopped down next to him on the log, swapping your skates for more suitable footwear.

“One day, I will have you out on skates Spencer.”

“Sure you will. Probably on the same day you manage to beat me at chess.” He smiled at his joke and you nudged him playfully.

You trudged through the snow back to the car, your heads down against the falling snow. Now that you’d stopped moving on the ice, you were quickly cooling down.

Spencer dug in his pocket for your keys and pressed the button to release the central locking. Instead of the lights flashing and a bleeping you got nothing.

He pressed the button again.



Approaching the drivers side door, you took the keys off him and unlocked the door manually, leaning over and opening his door. You both shut yourselves in away from the cold as you inserted the key into the ignition, turning it to start the engine.

Nothing happened. You and Spencer looked at each other as you tried again, pumping your foot on the gas pedal and jiggling the wheel in case you’d accidentally engaged the steering lock. Still nothing.

“Fuck.” You muttered trying again.

“Y/N. It’s no use. I’m pretty certain the batteries dead.” He pointed to the cigarette lighter which had his phone charger plugged in, his phone still attached. “I’m sorry. I thought I’d disconnected it.”


“Pop the hood.” Spencer told you and you shot him a look.

“Do you know anything about cars Spencer?”

“I know a lot about a lot of things… Just do it. You might be surprised.”

Sighing, you did as he instructed, grimacing as he opened the door again and moved around to the bonnet. He stood there for a few minutes, bent over and you opened your door calling out to him.


He dropped the bonnet securing it again, and got back in. “Yeah…. No.”

“So that was a pointless exercise and only ended up letting more cold air in.” You spat out.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. We all make mistakes and I apologised. You’re the one that wanted to stop remember?”

You guessed he was right. It was both of your faults.

He pulled out his cell and dialed a number from memory, mouthing ‘Triple A’ at you.

You only heard one side of the conversation but it wasn’t sounding good. When he ended the call he shook his head.

“There’s been a huge pile up twenty miles down the road. Caused by the snow. What we’re getting here is just start of it. Apparently there’s a huge storm setting in. There’s no responding vehicle available for at least four hours.”

“You are shitting me.”

“Afraid not.”

“What about Derek? Could he come out?”

As soon as he started talking again, you realised what a stupid question that had been. “We’re still two hours away from home anyway. If there’s been a pile up he’s not gonna be able to get through either unless he goes the long way around. And if the snow is that bad….”

“I get it, I get it. We’re stuck.”

“Yep. They said to leave my cell on and they’ll call as soon as a vehicle is on its way.”

Right. You both switched your phones into ultra power saving, turning off all apps after quickly sending the team a message informing you of the situation in case you were needed. You and Spencer weren’t going anywhere for a while.

Climbing between the seats into the back, you leant over into the trunk and pulled out the emergency sleeping bag you kept in there. It was a bit musty, but nothing too bad. You always kept some emergency things in the trunk after you’d had to spend a full night at the side of a road when you were nineteen. Hopefully this wouldn’t be that long. You unzipped it and spread it out over you and Spencer looked back at it longingly.

“Fine… We can share. Come back here then.”

He struggled to fit between the gap in this seats, cracking his head on the roof of the car and causing you to giggle.

“Not funny, Y/N. Now share the warmth. Do you have anything else back there that could help us out?”

He wriggled next to you and you fit the sleeping bag around you both.

“I’ve got a couple of bottles of water and some protein bars. And some chips.”

“Well at least we won’t starve.”

Ninety minutes passed and you were starting to feel extremely cold. You and Spencer had sipped a bottle of water between you and shared a protein bar. Both of you had eaten a fairly large meal before you’d left for the journey home so you weren’t too worried about going hungry, you were just cold.

You and Spencer had talked for a bit but now you had your head resting on his shoulder, your arms linked together for warmth. You’d both zipped your coats up as high as they’d go and burrowed your head down into your scarves.

You fidgeted, your hands were freezing. You’d left your gloves at home and typically Spencer had misplaced his too.

“You okay?” Reid asked, his breath showing in the air.

“My hands… ”

“Here.” He took them into his and rubbed them, the friction helping a little.

“Spencer, I’m starting to worry. I’m really, really cold.” You told him and he looked down and away for a second.

“I’m not worried as such… But I’m freezing too. Erm… There is one thing… Actually. No. Forget it.”

“Tell me.. If it’ll keep me warm, I’d literally do anything right now.”

He looked unsure and you nudged him. “Spencer. Seriously. I need to get warm.”

“Okay.” He looked around the car and then back at you. “This will probably work better if you sit on my lap. It’s either that, or we collapse the seats.”

“Theres too much crap in the trunk to do that.” You started to shift your weight, getting ready to climb onto him, not even questioning him until he started to unzip his coat, removing it along with his sweater and scarf. As he started to unbutton his shirt you realised why he’d hesitated before telling you.

Body heat.

But it worked better when it was skin on skin.

Fuck it.

Lowering the sleeping bag, you followed suit; removing your coat and outer layers, stopping when you got to your bra. That was staying on.

“Trousers too?” You asked and he nodded, already slipping his off. Again you copied him and when you were both down to your underwear you climbed onto his lap, feeling slightly self conscious.

He shrugged his thick coat back over his shoulders, not putting his arms through the sleeves and you pulled the sleeping bag back around you.

“So…. I guess we snuggle right?”

He nodded, giving you an apologetic look.

Okay. Whatever.

You leant in, pressing your chest against his and resting your head back on his shoulder. Spencers hands went around your back, rubbing up and down your bare skin as you cocooned you both in the thick material.

As uncomfortable as you felt sitting on your colleagues lap, this was tons warmer. You wriggled, shuffling your knees closer to the back of the seat and pressing as close as you could.

“Don’t wriggle. Please.” Spencer sounded choked and his hands gripped your waist.

“Sorry. Just trying to get warmer.”

“I know. But….just don’t.”

“Shit, am I hurting you?” You asked.

“It’s.. not that.”

“Then what?”

He coughed, clearing his throat. “I don’t want to make this awkward because I’m finally starting to feel warm but…. Well. You’re a very attractive female. And you’re on my lap wearing very little.”




“You think I’m attractive?”

“I’m not blind, Y/N.”


You wriggled again, his fingers digging into your hips this time.

“Stop it.” He hissed at you.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Y/N. I’m not in the mood to be made a fool out of.”

“What? Spencer, I’m not trying to make a fool out of you. I just find it amusing that you’ve just admitted to finding me attractive and I sure as hell think you’re hot. And like you say, I AM sat in your lap, semi naked.”

You pulled away from his shoulder so you could look at him, grinning at the confused and shocked look on his face.


“You heard. Don’t act so shocked either.”

When you shifted this time, he didn’t grasp you so hard, his hands still on your hips but no longer in a vice like grip.

“You think…. Me? Really?”

“I’m not blind, Spencer.” You echoed his own words.

Thinking quickly you asked him. “Triple A said four hours right?”

He nodded.

“And that they’d call when they were on their way?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I can think of another way to get warm… A lot warmer than this. And a hell of a lot funner than this too. If you’re game?”

He gulped before licking his lips.

“I’m game.” He whispered.


Lowering your head to his neck, you started to place gentle kisses up and down, nibbling softly on his ear lobe and rolling your hips lightly. He stopped trying to still your movements and instead started trailing up and down your sides, tickling your skin.

Slowly dragging your lips across his jawbone, his light stubble chafing your lips, you stopped just shy of his mouth.

“Sure you’re game?” You asked once more.

He nodded in response, his lips parting as you placed yours against his.

Oh god..

Your kisses started slow and then quickly built into passionate urgings, your mouths moving against other in a way that you’d never thought you’d be doing with Reid. Sure, you thought Spencer was attractive, and you got on extremely well with him. You’d even go as far to say that you harboured a small crush for him.

You just never thought you’d act on it.

You rolled your hips again hearing him groan, a deliciously low sound that you wanted to hear again and again. Sliding back and forth gently you ground your pelvis against his lap, feeling him hard beneath you, another groan escaping his throat as you kissed.

You repositioned yourself slightly so that you were on the receiving end of the friction you were creating as you rocked your hips to and fro. A gasp caught on your lips and you felt him grin against you mouth.

Feeling bolder, he slid his hands around to your front, palming your breasts through your bra.

It was good job you were in a relatively secluded area, the windows of the car were now completed misted over.

Spencer tugged on your bra straps, sliding them down your arms and reaching behind your back for the clasp. You allowed him to remove it, making sure the sleeping bag was positioned so that if anyone did suddenly appear, you wouldn’t get shopped for publicly indecency.

Reid broke the kiss and pulled back to look at you, his eyes raking over your chest. He breathed in deeply, his eyes darkening.

“Like what you see?” You asked cockily, trying to break some of the tension.

“What’s not to like?” Spencer leant forward and pressed his warm lips to your breastbone, his hands moving over your thighs, sliding higher as you continued to grind gently against him.

“Stop moving for a second.. ” His whispered, his breath tickling your skin as he kissed his way across your chest to your nipple, lightly circling it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, flicking your hard bud.

“Oh fuck” You whimpered. You could no longer feel the cold, only the warmth coursing through your body. Spencer sucked harder, his tongue teasing you and sending shivers down your spine straight to your groin. His fingers moved higher up your thighs, stroking against the fabric of your underwear which you were sure had to be wet now.

“Spence… Fuck.”

His thumb grazed over your clit, making you shudder lightly. Realising he was in the right place, he started to rub over the fabric, glancing up at you as he did, biting down softly on your breast.

You started to pant lowly, biting on your bottom lip as Spencer massaged your clit through your panties.

“Oh god….oh sweet fuck… ” You gasped, starting to grind on him again. He moaned loudly biting down harder and you cried out.

“Shit. Too hard?” He pulled away.

“No… But… ” You lifted yourself off him slightly and reached for his boxers. He got the message and raised his hips and slid them down.

Resting back down, you reached between your bodies and pulled your panties to one side, using your hands to position him against your lips.

“Do we….. ?” He asked.

“Pill.” You breathed out, allowing him to slide in slowly, wincing slightly at the new sensation.

“Fuck.” Spencer groaned out.

“Yep.” You agreed and started rocking against him, his hand slipping back between you to resume it’s ministrations on your clit.

Resting your forehead to his, you moved. Rolling your hips against his and clenching around him as jolts of pleasure shot through you. He bucked underneath you, pushing himself deeper inside as you both soon fell into a perfect rhythm with each other.

Spencers fingers kept up their motions on your clit and you slowly felt your orgasm start to build, your legs trembling when it started to overtake you. You started to grind harder and faster on him, his own moans coming faster now. You came a few minutes later, crying out his name as you did. You shuddered on top of him, your thighs clenching as you continued to move up and down, Spencers hands now moving to your hips to help with your pace.

“Oh fuck… I’m gonna… ”

He didn’t need to finish, you felt him releasing himself inside of you in short bursts. You slowed your movements, bringing them to a halt.

“Well…” You breathed out. “I don’t know about you, but I’m a hell of a lot warmer.”

“Same… Almost too warm, not that I’m going to complain.”

Just then, his phone started to sing and you scrambled for it, feeling a warm sticky fluid running down your thighs as he slipped out.

“Sorry….” He said hurriedly, grabbing for his cell and answering it.

It was Triple A. They had a vehicle ready and he was on his way. He’d be about fifteen minutes, they told Spencer.

You hurriedly pulled your clothes back on and wiped down the interior windows so you watch for their arrival.

“Y/N?” Spencer asked, nerves in his voice.


“Was that…. Was that like a one time thing?”

You glanced back to see him looking away quickly.

“It’s an as many time as you want it to be thing, Spencer. ”

“Okay, good.”

“But Reid? Next time… You really don’t need to break my car. Just ask!”

“I didn’t… I… I… Y/N, I swear…”

You laughed at him, seeing headlights approaching in the distance.

“I know Spencer… I know. ”

I thought after finishing high school I would be better, but here I am, taking more antidepressants, getting exhausted after spending a few hours outside, unable to make new friends and to maintain the few ones I had. How many times I go to class and envy those girls who sit together and are friends with each other. There are so many people I would like to reach out and get to know, but I can’t. I’m too emotional and depressed and this has been going on for five years now and I’m just tired. I post this here because I need to vent somewhere, I can’t keep on keeping this all inside of me.


Looking through documents in my google docs and I found this. It says I posted it at some point so I’m going to post it again here since I deleted my other blog.

Just random cute Gail and Holly.


Gail lifted her head and let it fall back down onto the metal desk of the evidence locker with a thunk. She had repeated the action every few minutes for the past hour hoping that time would go faster or that she’d get a concussion and could leave. Sadly, nothing had come of it so far. Her phone started to vibrate against her leg. Before she met Holly she would have just let it go but her new friend had proved to be a great distraction during the lulls at work. Momentarily feeling like a psychic she smiled at the text notification from Lunchbox on her lock screen.

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Wine Bottles & Memories

170122 TOP updated Instagram with this picture. And its still there.

Few hours later he gave us a todae selfie from restaurant:

This amazing picture was deleted. As every todae pic from TOP’s Instagram.

Guess what happened on 170122? BIGBANG final concert in Hong Kong:

Recently Daesung told us a story about his dinner with TOP after that concert:

Remember the video of them going back to hotel together? It was 170122 too.

This post is nothing new, I know. But its interesting how one pic of wine bottles from TOP’s Instagram keeps such a good memory. I’m sure, there’s more.

miraculouslykawaii  asked:

Hiya Skelething! I feel bad for you, and I really liked the blog! Can I have head cannons for the skelesquad's s/o going through the same thing you just did? How would they react? I'll send in a few more head cannons later to get you started! =)

Okay, so here I’m assuming that the s/o reacted as I did. Here’s how it went down. Two minutes of horrfied staring. You feel the weight of your sins on your shoulder. One minute of Silent Screaming ™ because your roommate is asleep and it is 2 AM. Then an hour of manic activity, rebuilding, messaging, reblogging, panicking, the entire time an insane light burning out of your eyes.

UT!Sans: Okay, first of all, he feels for you, he can’t tell you how many times he forgot to hit save and lost a day’s worth of equations. But is it wrong that this is oddly hilarious to him? He’s not gonna laugh (not to your face anyways) but every time he sticks his head back in the door to make sure you haven’t bashed your brains out against the wall, and he sees the manic look in your eyes and your hair dishevelled from your frequent attempts to tear it off your head…..yeah, he has to duck back out to get a handle on his snickering.

UT!Papyrus: Very sympathetic, he’s just not sure what to do. He settles for wrapping you in blankets and bringing a continuous stream of comforting hot beverages. Every time you twitch in frustration he brings you another cup. Your desk is now covered in steaming mugs of tea while a worried skeleton hovers. Pray for him.

UF!Sans: He only came into your room to ask you when you wanted to eat. “Hey, doll,I-” he says, pushing open your door. And then he just. Stops. You have turned your head slowly to face him, eyes, hair, face, all wild. You look like an animal, backed into a corner by predators, ready to claw the eyes out of the first thing that moves wrong. Maintaining eye contact, he slowly backs away and closes the door. You do not see him for the rest of the day.

UF!Papyrus: Ok, he didn’t really get your blog from the beginnng. From beginning to end it sounds like a waste of time to him. So part of him was almost relieved when you managed to choke out that you accidentally deleted it. Finally, you can start focusing that energy on something useful! Still, when he sees how stressed you are and how hard you’re working….he goes a little easier on you the next few days. You find he has fewer reasons to call you away from trying to rebuild. The occasional hot drink and (relatively) sweet note attached. He’s a little more affectionate. He doesn’t get it, but he respects dedication.

US!Sans: Like Tale Papyrus, he’s sympathetic, but doesn’t totally know what to do. He basically attaches himself to you and keeps chattering, about how terrible this is, about how it probably isn’t as bad as you think, about how he’s sure you can get past this….if you’re anything like I was its going to get on your nerves, but he means well. Once you finally pull yourself away from the computer he blanket burritoes you and pampers you for the rest of the night

US!Papyrus: He doesn’t quite have Tale Sans’ restraint about teasing you. Its nothing too intens, and he waits until you’re past the first wave of panic and in the middle of rebuilding, but yeah, he’s gonna have you working on his lap, teasing you for somehow deleting your blog. Still, he’ll be sweet for the next few days to make up for it.

Sf!Sans: The only one who will legit lecture you for being such an idiot. Mainly because he viewed your followers as your on-call army. Still, he will caffeinate and motivate you until you are prepared to fact the arduous task of rebuilidng.

SF!Papyrus: He’s the only skele I can actually picture as being on Tumblr himself. He doesn’t move in the fandom circles as much (mostly aesthetic stuff for him, also some memes and for some reason emo poetry) but he’ll message some people for you and help you track down old posts. There may be a couple of under the radar digs at you for your clutzines, but mostly he’s just comforting and helpful with a slight edge of amusement at your suffering.

OC Quotes

So… you know how some game characters are masterpieces of sass, humor, righteousness and epicness in general. My favurite exemple (in the video games universe) is the Baldur’s Gate saga. I could listen to the Polish version of Edwin two hours a day and never get bored…

So this is what I propose to my fellow adventurers (and of course everybody who wants to join !) : reblog this post or repost it with few quotes your OC would say/repeat in basic situations. Add or delete as much options as you want. Do not hesitate to tag more people to keep the game going.

Alarin Ombrelame (WAA Collective’s Mage) : (1/?)

Attacking : You wil die so I can get rich !

Scared : Tarek ? Ryhann ?  Someone !

Wounded : Why do I have to suffer from your incompetence ?

Dying : No ! Not like that !

Critical hit : Witness the power of knowledge !

Critical fail : Damn you all, fools !

Bored : If you need me, I will be on my way back to Sharn. I’m pretty sure you can keep doind nothing without me.

Unhappy with the Party’s deeds : Now we saved all the children, elders and kittens, may we do some actual work and get paid ?

Happy with the Party’s deeds : I was skepical about leaving my tower. But I see you did not waste my talent this time.

I was tagged by : [well no one, obviously, but I can do more if you tag me]

Another option is to as the Adventurers to ass specific quotes. This is what asks are for (well among other things).

I tag : @wearepaladin @we-are-rogue @wearecleric @wearefighter

church will go anywhere thats warm. he doesnt like coffee but the cafe down the block is always a little too warm but thats gREAT. whose bed is this? doesnt matter its warm. guess im curling up next to this heating unit for a few hours. you know how a cat will find that oNE slit of sunshine and lay in it? thats church. hey church did you hear that donut and doc are knitting everyone sweaters? reALLY SWEATERS YOU SAY LETS CHECK THEM OUT

guess who’s back!!!!????

My blog got terminated last night because I made a mistake and posted asking if this sims site is safe to DL from bc it said “your blog may be deleted :(” it wasn’t clear to me what they were saying until a few hours after my blog was gone.  I missed the part where it meant if you linked it, it would be deleted. I misread everything and I feel like an idiot now. I was scared to have my blog deleted, thus I asked ya’ll a question that got my blog deleted thanks to my dumb ass putting a link to it . I would NEVER delete my blog. So if it ever goes poof it was not me. I am here for the long run. I just wanted to go on hiatus. This has happened to me in the past. I went on hiatus and accidentally deleted my blog while deleting a side blog at 3k followers. And then I made this blog.

Tumblr staff was awesome and understanding. I didn’t even have to explain myself, I got an email this morning saying my blog was restored and why it was terminated. (which I put two and two together last night and thought I would have to explain what happened but I guess it must happen a lot since they automatically restored my blog)

Not all hero’s wear capes. Thank you for giving my blog back and being so understanding, tumblr staff.

Big thanks to @tequilasdean for being there last night . I was freaking out and just having a conversation with her was calming me down. She helped a lot and is hella smart and kind. She’s my best friend, ya’ll should check her blog out. 

I am 100% scared to post on my blog now. So I probably won’t reblog anything that has a link anymore. I am too scared of it being a AD link and my blog getting deleted again. 

My friend convinced me to download tinder. I got a few matches, but not one message. So I deleted it. About a month later, for some reason I decided to download it again. I was going out that night to spend time with my friends before I went on vacation in London. I got a few matches, but once again no messages. I went on with my night as usual, enjoying the night out. Around 1:30 in the morning I got a message from one of the guys. We went back and forth all night. I discovered he lived about half an hour away from me but he just happened to be out in the city I lived in a block away from me and he asked if I wanted to meet up. I agreed and walked to meet him with my best friend in tow. The doors to the bar he was at were locked, and it was raining. I messaged him again to let him know I was outside, and turned to my friend and said
“If he isn’t out in the next five minutes we are leaving”

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supernaturalkitten  asked:

So,read a post on a northern blog that everyone should not be posting those pics of G and the baby, and everyone should delete them out of respect. Jared and G are making the official announcement tomorrow. So are they going on TV? What's the *official announcement *

I haven’t been online in a few hours I guess i need to catch up. Are there pics of plan b and the baby? My guess is the announcement has something to do with pop and suki. And they don’t want anyone posting because it ruins plan b’s fame whore moment - I mean the surprise. Gotta pimp that baby!

My dream is that the big “announcement” will be Jared and plan b telling the baby’s name and THEN they announce they’re getting divorced! Like I know it’s crazy but just listen! They say something about how they grew apart, baby couldn’t make it better, they’ll always be friends (ha), work on co-parenting…stuff like that. Like I KNOW that is completely out of the realm of possibility but I can’t help but indulge in a fantasy . I mean they’re not really married because they’re bearding and they work like a divorced couple anyway with how they raise their kids but it would be nice if they didn’t have to publicly beard anymore.

I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. I’m sure we will get a TOTALLY TRUE and NOT AT ALL fabricated story about how plan b assisted HERSELF in the birth after approximately 743 hours in labor. The story Jared tells will probably be very similar ugh.

He'll be fine

(Repost cos i accidentally deleted it)

Summary: Dan and Phil leave Jonathan at Louise’s whilst they go for a meeting. It is this first time that they’re leaving him for a few hours and they’re a little worried.

Word count: 1002

“Darcy!” Jonathan called out as he struggled to get down from Dan’s arms so that he could go and hug his friend. Dan set him down so that he could run along the front garden path to where Darcy was standing in the doorway.

Louise was stood behind, fondly smiling at Dan and then looking over to see where Phil was. The latter could be seen struggling to carry the many bags – too many for just one day – that Jonathan had insisted he needed to bring.

“Thanks for the help” Phil said to Dan sarcastically, losing concentration for a few seconds, resulting in one of the many plushies balanced between the bags falling onto the floor.

“That’s alright”, Dan sniggers at the sight in front of him, before picking up the plushie and balancing it on Phil’s head.

They make their way into Louise’s hallway where Phil dramatically lets all of Jonathan’s things fall to the floor. Louise grins at them, always happy to be around the dorks that she calls her friends, and says “you two better be off to your meeting then, I’d love you to stay longer but I know how YouTube can be if you’re late. Maybe you can stay for a bit when you come to pick him up”.

They nod, “Jon, come and gimme a kiss, dada and papa are going now” Dan calls. Jon pokes his head out of the living room, where he had gone to play with Darcy, with a frown on his face. He pouts and walks slowly to where Dan is crouching with his arms wide.

“Dada and papa are going?” Jon asks sadly.

“Just for a few hours, you can play here with Darcy” Phil, who has now crouched next to Dan, explains.

Jon looks angrily towards his dada and stomps his foot on the ground. “I don’t want you to leave me!” he shouts.

Dan and Phil look worriedly at each other. They know what the other is thinking; let’s cancel the meeting now and reschedule to a time when Jon’s in school. But they’ve been working on trying not to do everything that Jonathan wants lately, they don’t want him to grow up to be a brat.

Dan puts his hands, which he still had in the air, on Jon’s shoulders and says “we’re not leaving you, little bear. You’re just going to play here whilst I and dada go to a boring old meeting; you’d rather be here than with lots of smelly adults, wouldn’t you?”

Jonathan thinks for a minute; yes he would rather play, but he wants his dad’s here too. He goes to answer “yes bu-” but is interrupted.

“Wow Jon, are you staying with us for a week?!” Jack exclaims, after seeing his collection of bags and plushies, when he appears from the kitchen. After seeing the shocked look on the little guys face he quickly adds “I’m joking, I’m joking. Now why don’t we go in the living room with Darcy, you can choose the game!”

Jonathan is always happy to see jack, he thought he was cool as he’d taught Jon lots of words such as ‘sick’, which had made his papa face-palm. So he hugged his dads and giggled as they placed kisses on his nose, and then followed Jack. Dan and Phil quickly said their goodbyes and thanks to Louise before rushing off, late as always.


It is five hours later when Dan and Phil finally arrive back at Louise’s house. The combined long journey there and back and the length of the meeting meant that they were longer than expected. They were a little worried as they’d never left Jonathan for that long before, but they knew that Louise would look after him well.

It is Louise that opens the front door after their rabid knocking that, thankfully, she doesn’t question; being a parent herself. After looking them up and down she sees that they are panting slightly – due to rushing back – and that they have apprehensive expressions on their faces. Louise laughs a little and tells them “he’s fine”. They both smile at the reassurance and then follow Louise in the house.

In the living room Darcy and Jonathan are cuddled up under a fluffy blanket on one of the large blue velvet sofas, watching The Lion King. Jack is sat next to them watching with the same look of awe as the children, he turns to them a few times to explain bits and make sure that they are keeping up with the story. Dan, Phil and Louise stand in the doorway of the living room, debating whether they should go in.

“They look so cute I don’t want to disturb them” Louise says.

“Let’s leave them” Phil suggests “we can see him when the film has finished”.

They decide to do that, whilst waiting for the film to end they start to gather up all of the things that Jonathan has brought with him, which have somehow been scattered around the house. Louise blames Jack.


When they finally hear the credits of The Lion King they go into the living room. As soon as Jonathan sees his dads his tired eyes light up and he shouts out “dada!” whilst lifting his arms up. When Phil scoops him into his arms he sees that Jonathan has gotten changed into one of Darcy’s princess dresses and awws at how adorable he looks. “You’re on time, the film just ended” Jonathan states.

“Did you have lots of fun?” Phil asks him.

“Yes! We played games and did drawing and…”

“I’ll send you some photos” Louise tells Dan.

Jonathan yawns and then rests his head on Phil’s shoulder. “Let’s get you tired bear home” Phil whispers to him before thanking Louise and Jack for having him and reassuring them that they’d return Darcy’s dress.

As they leave the living room Phil turns to Dan, “you can carry what he brought with him” he says, laughing.


A/N: I just randomly started this the other week. I fricken love parent!phan atm. Also, I think exams have caused me to write more often.

AA/N: for some reason this has been deleted (prob me accidentally) so here it is again lol.

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Ahh, thank you all so much for the lovely recs and prompts!! I love all of them, and they’ve honestly helped immensely <3

I’m going to be heading to sleep now, but I just wanted to give you guys a quick heads up that my tumblr might be going offline for a few hours tomorrow, so if you guys get the “nothing is here” page, don’t panic! I’m sorry for the inconvenience!

For reference, here are the general estimates of how long it’s going to take to post your ask/submission. It could take longer if something comes up.

Asking the mods a legitimate question: A few hours to a week, when a mod gets to it

A headcanon ask/submission that follows the rules: Two weeks to a month, queued

If you’re worried that it’s been a while, and your ask/submission might have been deleted or eaten, it’s always fine to send a follow-up, but keep in mind that it might just be that the mods were busy or it’s very far back in the queue. We don’t like deleting submissions if we don’t have to.

Semi-realistic Emil, whoo!

I’ve had a couple of random Photoshop brush sets sitting in a folder for probably years, and today i finally took the time to test them out and check if I actually like any. There was like a thousand different brushes to go through! Who even uses that many? Why is there a brush that makes clown silhouettes!? So i spent a few hours basically just testing and deleting almost everything and kept the ones I liked (traditional paint-mimicking stuff), which was like… four. 

Anyway, finally found a few brushes that felt right for me and I enjoyed doing something really painterly like this again.   

OC Quotes: Bron

I was tagged by @galagraphia, and honestly this is a very fun idea for a character meme. Took me long enough to get this done, but it could be interesting to do something like this again with different characters.


Original Post by @wearemage

So… you know how some game characters are masterpieces of sass, humor, righteousness and epicness in general. My favorite example (in the video games universe) is the Baldur’s Gate saga. I could listen to the Polish version of Edwin two hours a day and never get bored…

So this is what I propose to my fellow adventurers (and of course everybody who wants to join !) : reblog this post or repost it with few quotes your OC would say/repeat in basic situations. Add or delete as much options as you want. Do not hesitate to tag more people to keep the game going.

So, essentially it’s “if your OC was a companion/party member” meme. I wanted to go for Skyrim, so I added some more (ok, a lot more) options - mostly situations and locations to which follower NPCs in-game have some kind of reaction. Also, some I snatched from Gala because they seemed like fun additions. I could think of more than one response to some of these, so those are separated with a vertical bar.

I decided to fill this one for my Imperial thief Bron Martes aka No-vahkiin. It turned out quite lengthy, so more under the cut!

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