so i just had to stick it at the bottom there

anonymous asked:

Could I get 60 and 66 for the Drabble things!! Thank you love!!!

you didn’t specify who you wanted them written with so i’m just going to stick with spence!!

60: “Are you going to talk to me?”

Spencer looked down at the bed, you were cuddled up within the blanket but your bottom half were left uncovered so you didn’t overheat. You’d been sick for a full day now, since the crack of dawn you had been rushing from the bed to the bathroom to throw up whatever your stomach had left to give, it had also been accompanied with bad stomach cramps and a raging fever. Spencer had taken the day off work to look after you seeing that you were in no state to do anything for yourself right now.

“How are you feeling?” He asked softly as he sat down on the edge of the bed, he knew you were awake by the way you curled your body away from him. You just groaned in response and tucked yourself into a tighter ball, hands wrapped over your stomach in the stops it would stop hurting.

“Are you going to talk to me?” Spencer chuckled lightly and moved up the bed so he was sat beside you, he brushed your hair out of your face so he could see your grumpy face.

“You gave me food poisoning, asshole. I’m angry at you.” You finally muttered, the first time you’d spoken to him in the whole day. The night before Spencer had decided to cook for you, the first time in the two years you had been dating. In theory this was a good idea, very romantic and thoughtful but obviously it hadn’t turned out so great for you.

“I’m not sick and I ate the same food as you, you must have a stomach virus.” Even though you were sick and Spencer hated seeing you in pain, you still managed to look remarkable cute in his eyes, cuddled up in the blanket with only your eyes visible. You shook your head before patting the pillow next to you.

“Come cuddle me, don’t hold me too tight incase I need to go vomit.” Slowly, you turned onto your side and let Spencer come up behind you, his hands coming around your stomach so he could rub it comfortingly.

“I’ll hold your hair back.” He whispered into your hair as he kissed the top of your head, feeling you relax against him.

66: “How could I ever forget about you?”

“Oh my god, (Y/N) this is too nice!” Garcia squealed in delight as she ripped the remaining wrapping paper off her gift, a pair of bright pink Prada heels, less high than the usual heels she waddled around on.

“Seeing that you’re in the field more now, I thought you could do with some more comfy shoes that are still totally your style.” You grinned and watched as she quickly started slipping off her current pair of shoes to then put on the new ones. “They look great on you, Penelope.” 

“I know! Wait, I need to get your present!” Grabbing her shoes, Garcia started quick walking away to her office. Christmas was your favourite time of year, you loved giving out presents to the people you loved and seeing the excitement on their faces.

With one more gift in your bag, you turned and looked around for your boyfriend, you had purposefully saved the best for last. After spotting him at the coffee machine, you hurried over while taking the large box out from the bag.

“Thought you could escape my gift giving, huh?” You said once Spencer caught sight of you, his face lightening up at the sight. “How could I ever forget about you?” You offered Spencer the box and watched as he hesitated to take it from you. 

“Do you not want to wait until Christmas day?” He asked as you pressed the box against him, making him take it from you.

“I have more gifts then, this is a special one.” Spencer raised an eyebrow before placing the box on the counter and slowly started to unwrap it, he noticed that you were nervously twirling your necklace around which made him wonder what on earth was in the box. When he opened the lid, he was met with an envelope which had a key inside.

“Spencer, move in with me?” He read out the letter, looking to you in shock, as if he was making sure you were being serious before pulling you into a tight hug. You laughed into his chest and hugged him back, your cheeks hurting from how wide you were smiling.

“You’ve got to give me an answer-”

“Yes.” He interrupted you, the conversation about moving in together had been one you’d both been toying with for a while now and it seemed unreal that it was really happening. Every day he would get the pleasure of waking up beside you, spending time doing boring domestic things together, it was something Spencer had never craved until he met you. “Yes, let’s move in together.


“Don’t you fucking dare, Justin” Y/N screamed as she tried to run away from her boyfriend, who was chasing her, wanting to throw her into the water.

“Babe, you know I’m faster.” Justin laughed.

“You’ll never catch me.” she turned her head and she stick her tongue out. In that second of inobservance, she tripped over someone’s leg. Soon her face hit the sand and six pair of little hands tried to hold her down.

“We’ve got her.” Jaxon proudly exclaimed.

She wiggled herself around, so she could face them. At the bottom of her eye she saw Justin wasn’t running anymore so she took the chance she had.

“Okay guys, here’s the deal, let me go and I will buy you ice-cream, candies and other stuff, which you’ll eat when Jeremy and Chelsey or Justin aren’t around, yeah?” She gave them her best smile, hoping it will work.

They just smiled into her face and swing their heads no.

“Whatever Justin promised to give you, I can give you too, even better. C’mon I don’t wanna get my hair wet.”

I look like her begging only made them laugh even more.

“You know that’s not how it works, babe.” Justin said, slowly approaching them.

“Can’t blame girl for trying, now can you?” Y/N chuckled.

“Thank you guys for help, now let’s get Y/N wet.” Justin exclaimed and the kids started yelling and screaming.

Justin quickly picked Y/N up and started running towards the ocean. She was screaming for him to stop, begging him she will do anything, but it only made him laugh.

“Love you too, babe.” Justin said before he threw her into the water. When she had emerged, she moved her hair from her face and quickly yelled. “Get ready for a payback.”

She splashed water into their way, and they were quick to respond. Since it was four against one, she lost again and they were all around her, so all she could do was to dive and pull them under.

First she pulled Justin’s shorts down, just a little bit, giving the paparazzi behind some good material to work with.

Then she moved to Jazmyn and Allie and pulled them under. She emerged once again, noticing Jaxon playfully running away towards his father. Y/N quickly rushed after him. “I’m gonna get you Jax.”

Considering that’s she’s faster than him she quickly grabbed him and pulled him into his arms.

“Gotcha.” Y/N exclaimed proudly.

Jaxon was laughing and wiggling in her arms, but she only held him tighter. “No, put me down.” He said while laughing.

“Too late for that now.” Y/N said and jumped into water with him. Once they raised up, and looked around at each other, they all started laughing.

“Four against me and I still win. You suck, guys.” Y/N stuck her tongue out, once again.

Once they reached Jeremy and Chelsey, they all sat down on their ropes, slowly wiping water off their skins.

“Having fun, huh?” Kids nod at Jeremy’s question.

“Let’s go say hi to those fans over there.” Justin said as he grabbed Y/N’s hand and started pulling her up.

“You go, I’ll stay here. I need to dry my hair, and get tanned.”

“So you’re letting you half naked boyfriend go talk to more half naked people?”

“Do I have a reason to worry?” Y/N asked pretending to be surprised placing her right hand over her heart.

Justin laugh and gave her a quick kiss. “Nope.” And he left.


“Okay guys, get out of water, it’s enough for today. We’re going to swim some more tomorrow.” Jeremy said as he started to get up from the sand.

Kids weren’t happy about leaving the beach, they loved spending time there, running and playing around. But once they were promised to get ice-cream they happily obeyed and picked their toys up.

Few feet away there was a bar with ice-cream. Kids quickly ran towards it, already discussing which ice-cream to take.

Justin and Y/N were far behind everyone, slowly waking, while Justin’s left hand was wrapped around Y/N’s back.

“You’re enjoying it here?” Y/N asked Justin, looking around the beach. Only a few people were left there, and of course some paparazzi.

“Mhm. It would be great if those suckers weren’t here.” Justin said sounding slightly irritated.

Y/N looked over at Justin. “Hey, don’t let those fuckers ruin your holiday with your family. God knows you work way too hard and you deserve this. So just relax, I know it bothers you, but we are here to so focus on us and not them.”

Justin smile and placed a little peck on her lips. “What would I do without you?”

“Be lost, mostly, bored.” Y/N said making Justin chuckle.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” She said and placed her head on his shoulder slowly walking towards their yacht.

Once they reached the yacht he let go of her. “Ladies first.” Y/N smiled and kissed him once again.

As she was passing him to climb up the stairs, she felt his hand on her but. “Lost something, Bieber?” Y/N asked innocently looking over her shoulder.

“Just found it.” He said and smirked at her. She laughed. Justin, Jaxon, Jazmyn and Allie all headed towards the roof, while Y/N went into the bathroom and put on pink shorts. She quickly tied her hair into a messy bun and walked out onto the deck.

As she was approaching the deck she could hear giggles from the roof. She looked up and she saw Allie, Jazmyn and Justin doing yoga.

“No Justin, you’re doing it all wrong.” Allie exclaimed and show him how’s it’s supposed to be done.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at how cute they looked together. Justin noticed her and looked down at her.

“Something funny, Miss?” Justin asked playfully and Y/N shook her head. “No, not at all. Also put your ass little higher Bieber. You’re seriously doing it wrong.”

“Why don’t you come up and show me how’s done then?”

“Nah, I’m just gonna enjoy the view from down here.”

Justin winked at her and went back to yoga.

Y/N observed them for a little bit more then she went to the bar and took a glass of white wine. She went back to the deck, still hearing giggles, but she decided to rather turn away from them and appreciate the view.

It was just amazing, the sun was slowly going down. The colours were just extraordinary. The sun painted whole sky into bright yellow that slowly fading into blue.

Y/N felt strong hands wrapping around her waist and she place her head onto his chest.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he asked with his low, sexy voice that only sent shiver down her spine.

She just smiled and placed her glass down, slowly turning around. She met his gaze, and his eyes left her speechless. He always had such a nice brown colour but now, thanks to the sunset, the brown in his eyes was turned green and it was even prettier than sunset.

“You’re staring.” Justin smirked playfully.

“Stop being so goddamn beautiful and I won’t.” Y/N said pushing his arm. He griped her tighter, bringing her closer.

“Not my fault, baby.”

He lowered his lips onto hers. Y/N closed her eyes at the touch of his soft lips. She placed her hands around his neck, playing with his hair. He brushed his tongue over her lower lip, asking for entrance. She moaned into kiss, pushing herself more and more into him.

Once they separated, they were both breathing heavily. Justin kissed her forehead and she placed her head onto his chest. She closed her eyes and listened to his heart beat.

He slowly pushed her off and grabbed her hand. “Come.” Was all he muttered. He took her hand and took her into their shared room.

This is a very short imagine inspired by Justins vacation with his family. I know it sucks and i’m sorry.

Safety First

Relationship: Cas X Daughter, Dean X Niece!Reader

Words: 779

Summary: The Reader is just so excited to learn how to ride a bike.

Warnings: Lots of dad!Cas fluff

Tagging: @mysaintsasinner @infamati–et–obliterati @deathtonormalcy56 @sis-tafics @winchesters-favorite-girl @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish @alexandriajanae4 @27bmm

A/N: This was written for the lovely @babypieandwhiskey‘s Cam’s Darnedest Things Challenge, and my prompt was “A pretend helmet can’t actually protect your head.” Thank you for being so patient with me, Cam!!

Originally posted by jtmcas

“Come on, daddy!” you whined, tugging on his coat. After weeks of waiting and pleading, the day had finally arrived, and you couldn’t wait any longer.

“Sweetheart, please,” said Castiel, glancing over to Dean. “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of a conversation with your uncle?”

Sticking your bottom lip out, you pouted and crossed your arms over your chest. “But you promised we could do it today!”

“Yes, I know, I–” he cut himself off with a sigh. “Fine. Why don’t you go get ready and meet us in the garage in five minutes. How does that sound?”

“Yay! Thank you, daddy!” you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing tightly. Cas looked down at you and smiled as he kissed the top of your head.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think the Cluster would have looked like if it had taken form?

I’m so glad you asked!!!

I’ve seen a couple of models on it that give it a roughly humanoid form, which I’ve always thought was kinda cheap. There was something really otherworldly and awe-inspiring about the Cluster when we saw just its gem.

I do like the idea that we could very well get to see it just by teleporting the bubble outside of the Earth.

My mental image is that it would make a form that’s shaped kind of like a spiral galaxy? There’s a rough “nexus” where the gem is, and the gem sticks out both top and bottom because of its size, but what branches out from the rest of the core are these huge tendrils that at a closer look are composed entirely of a massive number of normal-sized hands. It also has a huge number of eyes that it can open on any viable surface on its body. So getting the Cluster’s attention it’d just bring over a bunch of hands and a bunch of eyes to point at you, since it doesn’t have a face. 

Its form has a consistent color that’s this kind of shimmery, opalescent purple-white-blue-gold depending on angle and lighting because of how Steven helped it intercommunicate. I don’t think it’d have any particular gem powers, but it’s just incredibly strong. And huge. Like, if it’s out in Earth’s orbit it could just pull an arm out and poke the surface of the planet.

Also @birdbrainweird had the single best idea that since it’d be big enough, it would have its own gravity and accumulate like… an asteroid belt. That it can throw at people who upset it.

Christmas Lights

Day 6 of 25 Days of Christmas

Summary: “I live below you and I was minding my own business watching the snowfall out the window when I saw a body fall. Are you really putting up Christmas lights right now?”

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A/N: Day 6! I just want to take a quick second to thank you for all the support you’ve been showing me in the past few days for the 25 Days of Christmas. I’m usually not the kind of person to stick to something so I’m really surprised to have made it so far and it’s all thanks to you guys. It’s a little hard for me to reply to your ‘replies’ and reblogs since this is a second blog and replies show up as my personal blog but I swear I read and appreciate every single comment. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart x (and sorry for the long author’s note).

It was a cold, December winter evening. All weather forecasts had been warning everyone to stay inside for the last couple of days because of the strong winds and snowstorms. Dan didn’t really mind since it gave him time off work and no one would judge him for enjoying having to stay inside.

He was spending his days scrolling through Tumblr with an occasional random binge on Wikipedia and he had drunk his own weight in coffee. Life was good.

Things started taking a turn for the worse when Dan opened his cupboard and realised he was running out of coffee. It was the first time in two days where he started hoping the snow storm would let up sometime soon.

For now, he was just going to turn to hot chocolate instead and enjoy the peace and quiet of a cold day in Winter. He had finished everything he had set out to do during the day such as replying to the emails he had been ignoring for weeks and editing a video so he figured he deserved a break.

Dan made himself some quick dinner and then settled down next to the window to peacefully watch the snowfall out of the window. He could finally feel himself start to relax when he saw a body fall in front of his window and he jumped a foot in the air, managing to spill half of the food on himself. Shit.

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It Get’s Better

Hey, I don’t normally write these but that last ask I got about suicide had me thinking I should really reach out to my younger followers.

Because, I want to promise from the bottom of my heart with every sincerity, it gets better. Whether you are LGBT+, mentally ill, had a sucky childhood or bad parents, or just having a really hard time, this too will pass. Being young and vulnerable and scared is probably the most difficult time in a person’s life and above all else your feelings of fear or anxiety or depression are valid.

Life is hard. 

You may feel alone, nevertheless, everyone you ever meet is struggling and suffering and I know you feel alone, that no one else hurts like this, but I promise they do- and they got through and so can you.

It gets better. So, please stick around to see that, I will personally be in awe of whatever you become. I dropped out of middle school for a year when I was 14, I got truancy in highschool my freshman year, I tried to take my own life a couple times and spent awhile in the hospital. None of those were the end, none of these defined me or cursed me to a life of misery.

No matter your past or what you’re going through it gets better, with time, with help, with age, with your own personal strength you discover.

I do recommend getting help, therapy can really help- even if you believe it can’t, medication personally saved my life and I recommend trying to see if it’s for you. So please, no matter what, endure, endure, endure, and life can be better, people are good, you are good, you are loved and can get through is.

Finish Her!

For the Drabble Game

32. I Dare you

35. Yes Oppa?

56. Would you like it if I… did this…?

Jin x Reader

Smut, not that much fluff, I’m sorry. Slightly crack-ish at the end though I apologise lmao.

Word count: 1036 (eh)

Originally posted by eatjin

Giggles filled the air as you and Jin watched Hoseok closely from your hiding place behind the sofa. You had bought some practical joke kit, containing fake, plastic bugs that were detailed and looked realistic from afar. You had placed a few near Hoseok skillfully without him even noticing.

“Hoseok will hate me if I do this, Jin!” You whined, sticking out your bottom lip.

“Ah, it’s just some fun. He knows that. Hoseok is literally the definition of fun, so you’ll be fine!”

“But still!” You sulked.

“Go on, I dare you.” Jin grinned, “Or else you’ll have a forfeit.”

“Fine.” You muttered.

So you successfully placed them near Hoseok and hid from him. It didn’t take him long to notice them; you wished you had a camera to film the whole thing. It was too funny to even describe. Of course when he found out who did it, he gave you his famous bitch face, the true look of disapproval.

However Jin then dared you to eat all of Jungkook’s ramen. Knowing you couldn’t do that to the poor ramen loving boy, you refused. You were much more lenient when it came to Jungkook; he was your little buddy. Although your refusal resulted in you having to forfeit.

But you weren’t expecting the forfeit to be sexual. Oh no, not from Jin, at least.

“Shh…” He whispered in your ear, “Be quiet, or we’ll get caught.”

You nodded, pinching your thumb and index finger together, dragging them across your lips as if zipping them shut.

You were in the kitchen, sat on the counter with Jin standing in between your thighs. He was being gentle, but also risky. A fun combination, you thought. It excited you, sparking electricity in your body.


“Yes, Oppa?” You replied, batting your eyelids and swinging your legs, acting cute and innocent.

Jin chuckled, admiring you. “You’re so cute.”

“Thank you, Oppa.”

“Why don’t show you me your pretty chest, princess?”

You blushed, heat rising to your cheeks. You slowly peeled off the t-shirt you were wearing and let it sit beside you, hands reaching behind your back to unhook your bra. You pulled it off you, exposing your breasts.

“Cute.” Jin said, appreciating your half nudity. “Princess…would you like it if I….” He cupped one of your breasts, leaning down to lick at your nipple, “Did this?” He took the sensitive bud into his mouth, teeth gently nipping at it, the pleasure crashing through you. You bit down on your bottom lip, concentrating on being silent. He continued to tease you, evident that he wouldn’t stop soon.

Becoming impatient, you started to tug your jeans off with your underwear, pushing them to your ankles, eager. “Oppa…I want you..” You whined.

“Shh.” Jin hushed you, pulling away from your chest and placing a finger to your lips. He wanted to make sure you didn’t get caught.

You smirked, letting your tongue peak out from behind your full lips, to lick at his finger. Jin watched in awe, unsure how he felt about it at first, but his cock told him otherwise when you started to suck on his finger. He twitched with arousal.

You pulled away from his finger with a slightly lewd sound cause by your saliva, but it didn’t bother you. Jin’s lips curved into a smirk as he pushed your thighs apart, exposing your core to him. He ran his finger coated in your saliva up and down your folds, feeling just exactly how wet you were.

“Damn it…you’re so wet…” Jin groaned, his free hand going to your lower back, pulling you to the edge of the counter. “I could just slam into you right here, right now.” He growled, sliding a finger in.

“Then do just that, Oppa…” You breathed out, encouraging him to do so.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

You wanted to tut and roll your eyes but you were cut off when he slid another finger into you and curled them upwards. A groan formed in the the back of your throat. He began scissoring you, stretching you open. Though you were sure you wouldn’t be needing that with how wet you are.

“Jin, soon one of the boys will come here. Probably Jungkook for some ramen. Please, please, please just fuck me right now, before we traumatize your youngest kid.” You threatened through gritted teeth, losing patience with your lover.

Jin’s eyes widened slightly at the thought of Jungkook catching you, but you begging for him had him taking his pants and boxers off.

Making sure you were at the very edge of the counter but still safe, he guided his hard cock into your entrance, filling you up. You threw your head back, exposing your throat to him. He thrusted into you at a slow, but very satisfying pace, leaning into you to kiss your neck. You couldn’t keep suppressing any moans as he hit exactly the right spot, his hips coming to meet yours with every. Single. Thrust. Jin pulled away from your neck and gripped at the flesh on your thighs, his knuckles turning white.

“J-Jin, I’m g-gonna…” You trailed off with a shaky voice, “I’m gonna cum!” You cried, pretty sure everybody else in the dorm could hear you.

“Just finish her off already!” Someone shouted; you were pretty sure it was Namjoon.

Jin let out a low growl as he thrusted into you one last time, stilling inside you as he came, releasing inside you. He rubbed at your clit to finish you off, unravelling that coil inside you as a familiar feeling rushed through you, cries of pleasure escaping your lips, body twitching and becoming a fucked-out mess.

You both caught your breath, both thoroughly satisfied and also embarrassed by Namjoon’s remark.

“One moment.” Jin said, dressing himself and making sure he was ‘presentable’ as he walked out of the kitchen, going to scold Namjoon.

“Yah! Can’t a man have a bit of privacy round here?” Jin said, annoyance present in his voice. You giggled as you hopped off the counter, dressing yourself.

“We know you love the kitchen, Jin-hyung, but we didn’t think you loved it that much.”



1st pic-Top right: *Too much of a spoiler for HM* 
Top left: Fresh! Sans
Middleish??: Toriel and Altertale! Sans talking maybe about food?? 
Bottom right: Chara being bored lol
Bottom left: Goth (Geno+Deaths baby)


2nd pic-Sketches
-kneeling innocent underfell sans
-innocent underfell sans
-Gaster!sans holding UF!sans (possible spoiler for HM)
-UF!sans and my au Sansy admiring how cool Gaster!sans is

3rd pic-Idk, I was bored and had the time so here’s how you can tell IUF! Sans and UF! Sans apart 
BTW UF! Sans can change his eye lights in three different ways while IUF! Sans sticks with just red no matter his emotions

Baekhyun Smut Pt. 1

I had to cut this into two parts because it got so freaking long, unintentionally of course. I just lose myself in writing sometimes. Second part will be up soon. ~

“Are you tired?”

“Just a little,” you admit to your best friend, looking over at him on the other side of the couch. He smiles.

“It’s alright, don’t worry. We can finish the movie tomorrow.”

Baekhyun grabs the remote from the coffee table and switches the tv off, standing up to his feet.

“Come on,” he stands in front of you, waving you up but you hold your arms to him. He laughs. “Really?”

You stick your bottom lip out and he rolls his eyes, but bends down and picks you up anyway.

“You’re that tired you can’t even walk by yourself huh?”

“Mhm,” you snuggle into his chest as he carries you down the hall.

“You’re too much.”

You hear him kick his bedroom door open and walk inside, walking you over to the bed.

“Here you are Princess,” he lays you down and you’re glad it was dark because your blush was all the way up to your ears. Your breath catches in your throat when he pulls the blanket over your body and leans down over you, his face centimeters from yours. He smirks and his breath hits your mouth. “Goodnight y/n.. Dream about me, yeah?”

“Yah, Baekhyun!” You smack him in his arm and he laughs, kissing your forehead before leaving the room. You have to take a few minutes to calm yourself down, your chest heaving dramatically. You fall asleep after a few minutes, inappropriate thoughts swimming around in your head about a certain beagle boy in the other room.


Baekhyun woke up in the middle of the night with a dry mouth and itchy throat. He made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water, gulping it down while cracking his back. Sleeping on couches wasn’t a regular thing for him and he knew he’d be feeling it for the next week. After finishing his glass, he sets it in the sink and is just going to head back to sleep when he hears something from down the hall. With scrunched eyebrows, he creeps his way towards the noise, which was coming from his bedroom. He slowly pushes the door open, staring wide eyed at you. You were sprawled out on his mattress, blankets kicked off your body and back arched high in the air as your hands fisted the sheets. He goes to rush over, thinking you’re having a nightmare but he’s stopped dead in his tracks when you moan out his name.

“Baek..” You breathe out quietly, whimpering. “Oh Baek, keep going please..”

He stands with his mouth agape before it twists into a smirk. “So she’s actually dreaming about me?”

He walks over and slowly crawls onto the mattress with you, laying down by your side so he could listen to you.

“Fuck Baek,” you gasp, clenching the sheets. “Faster.”

An idea suddenly pops into his head and he scoots closer to you until his stomach is pressed to your side, his hand hovering over your shirt. He leans in real close, his lips brushing your ear and making your body tremble in your sleep.

“Faster?” He whispers, his hand falling and pushing your shirt up. His hand caresses across your smooth stomach, making you moan and arch your back again.


“Yes baby? What do you need? Faster, deeper?”

“Move your hand Baekhyun..”

His hand jerks back so fast, sitting himself up and going to run but you grab his wrist to stop him.

“Don’t leave.”

“Oh God,” he buries his red face into his free hand. “I’m sorry. I was just walking by and you were moaning my name and-”


“What?” He looks over his shoulder at you. Your eyes were still closed and he scrunches his brows. “Y/n?”

He reaches over, just testing, and cups you through your pajama bottoms. Your knees bend and spread for him and his embarrassment disappears, replaced by his signature smirk. You were still sleeping.

Baekhyun twists his body, grabs your hand on his arm and pins it above your head. He fits himself between your legs, his hips pushing into yours and making you moan in your unconscious state at the feeling of his erection pressing against you.

“Oh Baek,” you whisper as he grinds into you. You push up to meet him and he falls forward, his face burying into your neck. His moan is deep as it comes out of his mouth, breath hot and spreading goosebumps over your skin.

Suddenly he pulls away though, your wrist leaving his grip as he shimmies downward. He slowly pulls down your bottoms, flinging them to the side and pushing his nose against you.

“You smell amazing,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over yours.

You keen above him, your hands fisting your shirt out of frustration and he almost laughs, but instead he hooks his arms around your legs by his head and kisses your thighs. His wet lips sloppily trail over your hot skin, teeth lightly nipping and making you jerk. What better way to wake you up then by his skilled tongue?

Baekhyun teases you at first, dipping his tongue between you and testing the waters out as he hums. When your hips push up he can’t contain himself, tip of his tongue flicking over your clit. He trails down, circling around your entrance and you whine above him as he slips inside for the briefest moment. He pulls back out and refrains himself from laughing again when you grunt angrily. He replaces his tongue with a finger, slender digit slowly twisting it’s way into your tight heat. He bites his lip hard, loving the way you clench around him.

When his cock jerks in his shorts, he slides a hand down his bare chest, palm cold in contrast with his hot skin. He stills his finger inside of you so he can shuck his pants off, kicking them onto the floor. He leaves his boxers on, thinking he’d come too soon if he took them off now.

“Fuck,” he whispers, eyes fluttering closed and tongue peeking out when he finally gets a hand cupped around his pulsating cock. One stroke of his fist over his thin boxers has shiny precome pearling from his slit, a tiny moan leaving his mouth as it soaks through the material. Baekhyun grips himself tightly at his thick base so he can hold off longer and continue with you.

Baekhyun begins moving his finger again, pushing in with a little difficulty because of how tight you were. He pulls his finger out, ears not missing the whimper you release at being empty so suddenly, and ducks back down. He slicks you up even more with his spit, tongue shallowly thrusting into you a few times. He tries his luck again, this time finger met with a lot less resistance. He slowly pushes in and out, thumb ghosting over your swollen clit. Your legs were still bent up and spread open and he kisses the inside of your knee.

“Time to wake up kitten,” he whispers. He crooks his finger inside of you, making you mewl and roll your hips down, sinking him in further. He massages your walls gently, still kissing along the inside of your legs. He quietly murmurs your name and you groan. He supposes he can wake you up later or you can wake up yourself but he couldn’t stop.

Pulling his finger out, he pushes back in with a second, hand slowly moving against you. He licks his lips when you push your hips up into him, smirking and shoving his fingers in deeper, reaching a place that has you gasping and abruptly sitting up in bed. Your face comes centimeters from Baekhyun’s and he lets out a surprised squeak, but before he’s able to pull away you grab his wrist and push him back inside of you, head tilting back with your loud moan.

“Keep them in,” you moan out, moving your hand so you could hold yourself up. When Baekhyun doesn’t move, you lift your body up slightly and push down on his fingers, sucking in air desperately as you circle your hips. You were having the best wet dream you could ever have about your best friend before you woke up to find that it was real. Though you were still half asleep, there was no way you were going to stop him. Especially not with the way his skinny fingers reached so far, even without pumping.

“Baek move,” you beg.

It wasn’t until you lay back down and grab his shoulders to pull his body over yours that he snaps out of it, his eyes wild and dilated black as he shoves his fingers deep into you and curls them towards himself, making your breath shudder. Your legs wrap themselves around his waist when he leans down over you, hot breath dancing across your sensitive neck.

“You were calling out for me..” He whispers, lightly kissing below your ear. He pulls back and smirks down at your already wrecked expression. If you were in your senses you would’ve slapped him. “Just what were you dreaming about?”

hip hop/rap just ain’t the same …
who in the kitchen?
put some soul in it. being gangsta ain’t wrong, I ain’t mad at that, but who putting all these drugs in it? is this how you see the Black Woman? ay, representation matters.
who in the kitchen?
watch them jitterbugs, mane; they watching you! why you gotta be so salty? stay seasoned and stick to ya roots.
some hot, some sauce; some kool, some aid.
put ya foot in it, stand ya ground.
who in the kitchen?
don’t burn mama pots! she had them for years. pops gone get mad if you leave that junk stuck to the bottom.
who said it was cool to use fake food!?
oh, yield yield yield it all is until it’s you in the field field field; oh, I see.
y'all can’t even hunt. just steal and misuse. fools.
who in the kitchen?
what will ya children eat? how will they learn how to cook their own unique foods? when all the chefs are spammed and television programmed?
man, who in the kitchen???
- watch out, We’ll take it from here

So I had a thought....

When you pour milk into cheerios they float, and often you can’t tell how much milk you’ve got in proportion to the cheerios. Obviously this is because the cheerios have air inside of them. But some of them stay undermilk, because of the weight of the cheerios on top, and some of them stick together and don’t overflow even if they surpass the top of your bowl, because of hydrogen bonds. Not to be confused with James Bonds. So there are two opposing forces on the cheerio, hydrogen bonds and cheerio-weight pulling it down, and air inside pulling it up. Now, if the cheerios were as heavy and dense as rocks then obviously they’d all just stay on the bottom and the milk would fill in the cracks. That would be completely getting rid of the air inside and it probably wouldn’t taste good. But if they had more air inside they’d overflow even quicker. What would be optimal is if the cheerios could be suspended in the very middle of the milk, with an equal amount above and below. That way you’d always know how much milk you have in proportion to cheerios,  and you wouldn’t ever have extra milk or dryish cereal. So by using physics and manipulating the density respectively, it would be theoretically possible to create the perfect cheerio.


So I’ve been up since 2 and being up means doing weird things. I have two non stick frying pans that I’ve had for years and I’ve been having a bitch of a time cleaning them so I read up on some techniques and tried them out. They’re cleaner now but the bottoms are still discolored and scratched and don’t really look non stick anymore.

Did some reading about it and it turns out that you can get flu like symptoms from damaged teflon.

So… I get mildly sick pretty often, part of it I’m sure is just depression but MAYBE these pans I use all the time are actually affecting my health!?

Either way these pans are going to the eco station and I’m going to buy new ones

Duct Tape

IM BACK U LIL BITCHES!!!! but like i was gone for a while idk i just worked real hard on my last fic and it got a lot less notes than usual and it kind of made me blue but alas im back!! i had two prompts to do and they were kind of similar and ive already done one edging fic so i though i’d combine these two. hope y’all enjoy :)

Dan had decided on earning extra brownie points this morning; he’d woken up early to run out to buy more milk so Phil would have enough for his cereal when he woke up. But when he got home, to his surprise, Phil was already up. He could hear him in the lounge. As Dan came up the stairs to the hallway leading to lounge he heard Phil breathing heavily and a shuffling kind of sound. Dan came through the door to see a shirtless Phil sat on the sofa, legs spread in a boyish way, with one hand shoved in his boxers. Dan watched him for a moment. Taking in the sight of his boyfriend stroking himself; teasing himself. Watching Phil’s tongue peak out ever so slightly from the side of his mouth; watching his chest rise and fall and stutter with uneasy breaths. All this made Dan a little flustered. He shoved his hand in his own trousers and began stroking his own length. With his hand still around himself, he coughed to get Phil’s attention.

Phil whipped his head round at Dan like a deer in headlights and pulled his hand out from his trackies. Even in the low light of the morning, Dan could see Phil’s hand glisten with wetness. Dan then glanced across to the coffee table where there was a small bottle of his favourite lube. It wasn’t a mainstream brand so it was rare they found it in shops but alas it was the best lube they’d ever used.

“Phil! We only use that special occasions not for your morning wank!” Dan scolded,

“We ran out of the other stuff I wasn’t exactly gonna use spit was I?” Phil retorted. Dan strode over, he pulled his hand out of his boxers and straddled Phil.He roughly pushed his lips onto Phil’s.“We’ll have to make this a special occasion then.” Dan mummered. He pulled away from the kiss and reached over to the side table in the lounge where there was some left over duct tape from a gaming video they made a while back. He roughly taped Phils hands together. Phil winced as the tape tugged on his arm hairs.“Right,” Dan sat back on Phils lap and resumed touching himself so he was as hard as Phil. He then began grinding down on Phil. Moving his hips in a slow rhythm to tease the boy beneath him. Phil was desperate for more as he was more far gone than Dan. Phil began bucking up at Dan trying to force him to grind faster. Phils brows furrowed and he bit his lip and looked up at Dan. He looked so gorgeous. With his hands tied behind his back, his arm muscles were emphasized and it looked so good.

“’M close” phil mumbled through a moan. At that Dan lifted himself up so phil could no longer grind himself.

“Dan?!” Phil growled, futilely bucking into the air.

“Babe I’m not done with you yet.” Dan purred. Dan pulled off his trousers and resumed stroking his own cock slowly, teasing himself. He lightly bit and then licked his own lip because he knew it drove Phil crazy. He was moaning in a low tone from the back of his throat while keeping complete eye contact with Phil. This was agonizing for phil as he couldn’t touch himself. Phil let out a low whine.

“Please Dan.” Phil groaned. Dan began grinding back down onto Phil roughly. Dan began stoking phils length.

“Do you want me to fuck myself on to you? Hot, wet and fast on you?” Phil was moaning at Dan’s words, he nodded and bit his lip. Dan reached over to their favourite lube and began rubbing Phil’s cock up, lightly slipping his thumb over phils slit whenever he could. Phil groaned loudly. Dan used his spare hand to stretch himself out, wincing a little as he was doing it hurriedly. Dan brushed phils sweaty fringe out of his eyes and smiled lightly at his desperate expression. Dan, only just ready, began to position himself above Phil.

“Ready?” Dan purred,

“Yes! Yes!” Phil breathed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.Dan positioned himself so he was hovering above phils hard cock. He then lowered himself down. Phil felt Dan enveloping him in his warmth, phil had to clench his stomach to keep himself from bucking up at Dan. Dan the began rolling his hips and lightly fucking himself onto phil. Dan let out a low groan as he felt phil inside of him. It burned slightly but still was causing his stomach to pool. Phil was cursing under his breath with the painfully slow rhythm. He wanted to grab Dan, flip him over and take control. But his hands were still tightly secured behind his back.“Please Dan, faster” Phil groaned. Dan began to pick up the pace angling himself in different ways trying to find the right spot.“fuck!” Dan moaned loudly and began fucking himself faster and harder. There it was.He had on hand on phils shoulder for support and the other slowly rubbing his own leaking cock. They were both huffing and moaning, the room filled with the sweet noises of their bodies colliding.“Ah ah I’m close,” Phil cried more as a plea to make sure Dan wouldn’t tease him anymore. At this point Dan needed it as well. He picked up the pace an bit down onto phils shoulder. Dans high pitched moaned were now muffled by phils skin. Both boys were crumbling beneath each other. Dan was now pumping himself even harder rubbing his own slit, making himself shiver. Phil was biting his lip to keep from screaming.“I’m coming!” Phil cried as he released in side of Dan. Feeling the slow hot spurts inside of him made Dan too came undone. He rubbed himself through the orgasm. It was long and it made him shiver with every flush of pleasure.  Dan mumbled into phils shoulder.

“I love you”

“I love you too bear,” Phil smiled.

#5: barba/carisi

i guess it’s my turn for an unholiest alliance-inspired thing.

“You called, counsellor?” says Carisi, sticking his head into Rafael’s office.

“Come in, Carisi,” says Rafael, dropping his pen.

Carisi steps inside, hands in his pockets. “Everything okay?” he says. “I have to say, I’m kinda surprised you asked for me specifically. Did I do something I don’t remember to piss you off?”

Rafael snorts. “Not today, detective,” he says. “I just heard back from the Grand Jury. Indicted on all counts.”

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A thing I just remembered from when I was younger

I’m talking like, 1st or 2nd grade here.

I’d gotten a book about quicksand out of the school library. Or maybe it wasn’t all about quicksand, it just had a section about it. But the important thing is that it had instructions on how to make your own quicksand. The idea was to take a bucket, fill it with sand, and stick a hose into it, so the hose is, like most of the way to the bottom, and then turn it on. I don’t remember the science of it or anything, but I do remember what I did.

See, I didn’t have a bucket. Or at least, if there was one in the house, I didn’t know where it was.

What we did have was a sandbox in the backyard. And my elementary-school brain figured, “hey, i need sand, there’s sand, this will work out great”

Spoiler alert: When you fill up the sandbox with water, that means that a lot of the sand is gonna have to go somewhere else. Like onto the lawn.

My parents were not happy about that.

anonymous asked:

Could you explain how you style your hair each day? It always looks so lovely

i dont do much to it! my hair is very straight naturally so when i sleep i tie it in a little bun (pretty high up on my head) + then take it back out in the morning! it leaves my hair a lil bit wavy + then i just brush it gently (only a little) and use my hair straighteners to curl the bottom layer inwards (towards my head) (otherwise it sticks out and looks weird) but thats it! i’ve literally had bangs my entire life so they dont ever cause me any issues! (thank you!)

eeeeyy!! wtf~~ 💖💖💖

I just passed 300 followers!

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I don’t think I’m doing anything special for it bc I have enough on my plate rn but yaaay!! wth are y’all still doing here! For real, I’m still absolutely baffled so many of y’all are still here and so incredibly patient with me and my horribly sporadic update schedule! 

It’s so crazy to see all the good things that changed in my life just from deciding to write fanfiction a little over a year ago. I was seriously at rock bottom with my mental health when I decided to start writing for fun and I’m so glad I did. Just all of the wonderful people I’ve met and fun times I’ve had from reading and writing and getting all that feedback on my stuff!! All of this has changed me for the better, so thank you, thank you, thank you for sticking with me through my little journey as a writer!

now I’m gonna go before I make myself cry lmao.

my live blogging silent hill 2 starters
  • (change pronouns as needed)
  • “hellooooo nur– the fuck did i just see?”
  • "i know it was a horrifying hell monster but it had legs for days."
  • “why are humans so cool with killing not humans that aren’t even doing anything, but the moment a not human kills a human it’s not cool?”
  • "'they throw up on you' so do babies but we don't kill them."
  • "i think it just says a lot about him that his first instinct is to kill it without trying to see if it was even malicious."
  • “was. . . . was that thing legs on top and legs on the bottom? i’m going to need therapy after this shit.”
  • “you have a giant stick. stop reaching for the key with only your arm, dumbass.”
  • “what a little bitch.”
  • “why the fuck would you stick your hand in an oozing hole in a wall in a dirty room?”
  • “is that how the undead do the sex? even if it’s not, i could have lived my entire life not seeing that.”
  • "i still don't know what the fuck i saw."
  • "pyramid head was there and had two other body things pressed against a wall. (NAME) hid in the closet after giving the most gentle gasp i've ever heard."
  • “i have confirmation. it was, in fact, the sex. and i’m 99% sure it was done wrong.”
  • “you’ve been barfing for like two minutes. how are you still barfing?”
  • "please stop barfing."
  • “i want to be friends with the red pyramid thing.”
  • "helloooooooooo undead nurse!"
  • "if you fall off a roof with a kitchen knife in you're pocket i'm pretty sure you're not going to be okay afterwards."
  • "why. . . . why would your first instinct be to tie a hook to a piece of hair to get something out of a drain?"
  • "i don't think a single strand of hair can support the weight of an elevator key."
  • "wow. you tell her you're not going to yell at her, then you almost immediately yell at her and call her a liar. you fucking douchebag."
  • “this is why you don’t yell at children. they’ll lock you inside a creepy hospital room to be killed by monsters that crawled out of hell.”
  • "that unholy screeching sounds eerily familiar. . . ."
  • “nice going, jackass. (NAME) got stabbed because of you.”
  • "i don't think handgun ammo is worth the risk of being killed by things that are like 70% legs."
  • "the cryptic messages written in blood on the wall seem helpful."
  • "we can't see the bottom of this hole. let's just jump the fuck down in there."
  • "he looks like a blond chucky doll and he scares me."
  • "every time you jump down a hole you get a little closer to hell."
  • “that is not a ‘great knife’ that is a goddamn sword!”
  • “silent hill 2, or as i like to call it chutes and ladders: hell edition.”
  • “this is chutes and ladders: hell edition.”
  • "is that room made of flesh?"
  • "please don't vom on the flesh carpet."
  • "what happened to her? you let him stab her, that's what happened!"
  • "she died as she lived. stabbed in the back by a scary man with a giant sword."
  • "how many bullets does it take to kill this guy? goddamn."
  • "wow, he's taking head shots like a champ!"
  • "oh, so you feel no remorse for killing monsters but killing a human makes you feel bad? prick."
  • "i was hoping it was a ghost playing the piano but it was just a little girl. . . . she wasn't even dead."
  • "is this really the time or place to watch you and your dead wife's sex tape from three years ago?"
  • "you're pretty chill about having a conversation here considering the whole place is on fire."
  • "(NAME)'s hair is defying gravity, how much hair spray does she use? like damn."
  • "what the fuck? i didn't expect to get emotional."

Pairing: Calum + Y/N

Words: 600+

Summary: You’re drunk and doubting yourself, but Calum takes care of you.

Warning: smoking and kinda angsty i guess

A/N: this is lame and i’m just trying to push through some writer’s block so I need everyone to bear with me

You pull open the window, stepping through the opening and sitting on the roof outside of your window. Calum follows you, sitting close to you in an attempt to keep warm in the cool night air.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, baby,” Calum mumbles, watching you carefully and eyeing the cigarette between your fingers.

“I never said you had to do it, Cal,” you sigh. 

“I know, but somebody has to keep you out of trouble, right?” he asks, wishing he was joking.

You don’t respond, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth. You hate that he thinks that way, thinks he only has to stick around to keep you out of trouble. It wasn’t even that you were smoking because he did that too. It was that you were drunk and sad and sitting on top of a roof that makes Calum feel like he needs to watch you.

You can still feel the beat of the music from the party downstairs. It’s so loud that it practically shakes the whole house, but you and Calum had to get away for a while. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, watching your own hands fidget with the cigarette and the lighter. 

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