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Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much

Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.

A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)

- M xo

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Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer. 

Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?

You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.

You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.

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anonymous asked:

I feel so isolated in the ace community because I'm sex-repulsed. It sounds dumb and maybe it's because I haven't been exposed to enough people... but nearly all the aces I see are okay with having sex or enjoy it. When I entered the community I finally felt like I was in some way normal and now it feels like I'm the odd one again.

My very unscientific study says you are not an odd ball

drunk boyfriend tag

summary: dan and phil get drunk and film the boyfriend tag (similar to what shane dawson did)

tags: alcohol, so much sweetness and cuteness your teeth will hurt, extreme fluff

by: angelboydjh on tumblr

word count: ~1.8k

first fic posted!! please, ignore any mistakes and reblog and like!! ilu!! send in requests for fics :-)


dan and phil got a little drunk. they originally got out some Ribena, which is completely unharmful, until dan spotted vodka on the kitchen counter, which they only keep for parties. its almost gone, with a half a bottle left, so dan thought of an idea.

“phil, lets get drunk.” phil looked at dan confused; dan never really likes drinking as much as he used to, hes grown, the satisfaction of being drunk doesnt really thrill as much, and its the same with phil.

“why?” asked phil, sipping his Ribena.

“because why not! we have no meeting tomorrow, we are bored out of our minds, and itll be fun! we’ll even be safe, we can control each other well.” phil thought about it. he never really likes hangovers, who does? he gets them bad, and he knows dan gets them worse, but dan was right, they were extremely bored and had no meetings tomorrow. phil shrugged, and replied with a sure, causing dan to jump up with joy.

dan grabbed the bottle and went to phils room, closing the door, and sitting on his bed. he opens to bottle and pours a lot in his drink, doing the same to phil. there is now many 4 shots full left of the drink and dan was happy he rationed out well.

“wanna do a toast?” asked phil.

“with our vodka filled ribena?” chuckled dan. phil nodded, giggling a little.

“why not?” phil responded, and dan nodded agreeing. they lifted their glass cups up and they look at each other. “to us!”

dan laughed at the cliché, but echoed phil, and a clink noise was heard when the touched glasses. dan downed about half of his drink in that one sip, phil only taking a baby sip.

phil made a face, hating the taste of vodka. dan hid his disgust, looking at phil.

“now we wait.” dan took another sip, already feeling slightly dizzy.


dan was fully drunk. he was giggling, putting his head on phil, slurring his words, all of it.

phil was only tipsy. he didnt drink much yet, only about half of his drink. dan, of course, drank all of it, even the rest in the bottle!

“phil!” dan slurred out, and phil glanced over slowly, so he doesnt get dizzy, and raised his eyebrow. “we should do a boyfriend tag.”

phil thought about this. is he that drunk that he doesnt really care if they do one or not? yes. he doesnt really care, its not like itll be posted. phil knows better than that.

“sure.” phil got up to get his camera from the other side of the room, and dan plopped on the bed laughing at who knows what.

it took phil about 2 minutes to set up everything for filming, and an extra 5 minutes to find good goddamn questions.

he finally found some question, a total of twenty. he can barely read them because of his blurry vision, and since he didnt have neither his contacts or glasses on. so he grabbed his glasses from the bed side and put them on to see if itll help. nope. he took another sip of his drink and locked his phone. he’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it. he gets up and turns on the camera, praying to god its in focus.

“dan, its on, we are filming.” once those words left phils mouth, dan shot up from phils bed and looked at phil.

“okay, okay, okay, okay,” he kept repeating that until he finally was next to phil on the bed facing the camera. phil giggled at dan, dan looking at him with his red cheeks.

“okay, ready, babe?” asked phil, seeing double of dan. dan nodded, and smiled at phil and then at the camera.

“okay,” phil breathed in and then ‘took in his persona’.

“hey guys!” he said cheerfully, but all it did is make him dizzy. dan was like, on top of phil, so hes grateful that he was, or phil wouldve fallen over.

“im here with dan.” phil pointed at him, and dan waved, his white oversized cat shirt being exposed, and you could even see his naked legs, since hes wearing shorts. “we are doing the boyfriend tag.” phil said slowly, and dan nodded jumping up and down on the bed.

“phil is my boyfriend! boyfriend phil! philip lester, boyfriend!” he yelled, making phil giggle.

“okay, want ask the questions, or do u want me go ask them?” asked phil to dan.

“ask me the questions! then we will do it back!” dan suggested, and phil nodded encouragingly.

“okay, first question.” phil unlocked his phone and read it very carefully.

“when is my birthday?” he asked. “bonus points for the zodiac sign!”

“january 30th, that makes you a……” he strung out the 'a’ to think. “an Aquarius! aquarium.” he laughed, and phil chuckled.

“correct baby.” he leaned in to kiss dan, and dan kissed him, tasting of vodka and ribena.

“okay, now,” phil was going to go to the next question, but dan protested.

“now do mine! do mine!” dan pouted, crossing his arms.

“june 11th! youre a gemini.” phil stuttered out, making dan laugh.

“lucky guess.” he muttered jokingly.

“next question,” phil scrolled down the page. “where did i grow up?”

“im too drunk for this phil!!” he moaned out. “the north! thats all youre getting.”

“well, youre not wrong.” said phil. “ill give you the point.”

“what about me?” asked dan.

“the south.”

“ugh! exact place!”

“not fair, you didnt do that for me!”

“ugh, whatever.” dan pouted again.

“wipe that pout off your face princess.” phil whispered, grabbing dans chin.

“im just kidding philly!” dan kissed phil, getting him off guard.

“okay, next,” phil asked. “whats my middle name?”

“michael! these are too easy! i want harder ones. test me!” dan groaned out, and phil rolled his eyes.

“okay, okay,” phil said. he scrolled down to another website, which had different questions. “how about this: where was our first date?”

“EASY!” he yelled, throwing his hands up. “well, kinda,” he muttered. “its hard!”

“well, tell me.” phil said suggestively, leaning closer to dan.

“we first met of course at the train station,” he muttered out. “and then we went straight to your house, and, did things. does that count as a first date?” this took him way too long to say, as he was stuttering madly.

“yes, it does. great job, cutie.” phil said happily and leaned in for a kiss.

“okay, let me ask the question!” phil started to give him the phone, but dan refused, saying he wants go make one up.

“whats the first thing you notice about me?” he asked a bashful.

“your smile.” phil said simply. no explanation was needed to make dan feel all warm inside. dan covered his face and leaned on phils shoulder, grinning like mad.

once he got up, he looked at phil, seeing his wonderful, eyes.

“you know what mine is.” he muttered, almost inaudible. it was phils turn to blush. they lean in and kiss once again, but longer than before.

when they pulled apart, dan was seeing actual stars, and couldnt even understand what was happening, completely forgot about the video.

“oh my god, i love you so much.” he said in a shush tone, with phils hand on his cheek. they were only a few inches away from each other, and phil loved it. phil was exploding every inch of dans face, and so was dan. every moment phil made, it made him more dizzy and more dazed, but he didnt care.

within a few moments, they both locked eyes, and somehow, both remembered they were recording.

“uh, one more question,” phil stuttered out, as dan looked around for his almost empty drink. “okay, last question. what is my favorite color?”

“easy, blue.” dan said, as he drank his final sips of his drink before crushed it and threw it.

“hey!” phil protested, looking over at the cup.

“ill pick it ip later, babe.” dan slurred out almost incoherently. “whats mine?”

“easy, pink.” phil mocked. dan smiled softly, putting his arms around phils neck, phil put this hands on dans waist.

“what kind of pink?” he muttered, with his sloppy grin on his face, his curly hair perfect in tack still. (which surprised phil)

“pastel.” dan groaned jokingly, letting his head drop down onto phils shoulders.

“oh my god, i tried to trick you!” dan yelled.

“well, you didnt. 8 years of friendship pays off.” phil joked. dan put his head on phils shoulder, his head facing the camera.

“can we finish? i wanna cuddle with you watch disney movies.” phil chuckled and nodded.

“we’ll finish, lets do the outro.” phil tapped dan, so he can get up from his shoulder, but dan didnt move a muscle, indicating hes not moving.

“okay, well, goodbye everyone, please like a subscribe to me and dans channel, and our gaming channel! love you!” he waved and awkwardly looked at dan.

“i need to turn off that camera baby.” dan groaned and got up from phils shoulder. phil got up and turned off the camera, sitting right on his bed again next to dan.

“can we just cuddle?” phil can tell dan was getting tired, and getting all drained. he gets like this when hes drunk, but also after recording videos.

“of course, princess.” phil laid down, then wrapping his arms around dan who is not next to them. they peacefully fall asleep, with the lights on and phils snoring.


it was the morning, and phil is posting his premade video on lessamazingphil, just a quick vlog from florida. its taking surprisingly long to process, since its only 2 minutes, but phil didnt question it. its almost done, so phil went to go see dan, who has the worst hangover ever.

“how are you baby?” asked phil, laying next to dan.

“better, how bad was it?” he asked, and phil laughed.

“you were fine, not as bad as a few months ago, but you were not any better.” dan groaned, and at that moment his phone dinged. he unlocked his phone to see the notification, YouTube popping up, and it was phils new video.

“uh, phil.” dan said.

“yes?” phil hummed.

“you posted the wrong video.”

“what?” phil yelled a little too loudly for dan, as he backed away and gave phil his phone in just one beat.

“i uploaded our drunk boyfriend tag.” dans eyes widen.

“we filmed a video? no way, i dont remember this. did we kiss?”

“i was drunk too!”

“well, i would keep it up.”


“we already made this mistake once, lets just let them have what they want.”

anonymous asked:

Harry and y/n are dating and they're in the stage where they're new to having sex and it's a game to see who had what kink?

 It’s probably late when the boys finish the show and you’re desperate to see Harry so you don’t wait for him to come backstage but go straight on the stage. It’s safe, because fans are already gone, even the camera guys and the security guards.

“Babe” he calls when he sees you and runs to you. “Did you have fun with Lou and the other girls?”

“Nope” you pout your lips, “Well, yes but i missed you and i didn’t really enjoyed Lux bitting my finger.”

“So you did have fun but you missed me and that’s why you didn’t enjoy the girls?”

“Exactly” you smile and give him a small peck on the lips.

“But you saw me an hour and a half ago” he laughs.

“I know” you look at his lips again and then all over the stage to see if there is anyone else. “But i need you.” you whisper in his ear then bite his earlobe. “I need you so much. My period is gone and i’m so desperate to have you in me. Or for you to touch me, or anything, just please let me have you for a little.”

“Okay, let’s go to the hotel room and i’ll think about it.”

“No” you grab his hand, “I need you now. I can’t wait.”

“But we’re on the stage, Y/N, someone can come any time and catch us. Absolutely no. This is an awful idea and you’re gonna regret it when someone sees your bare ass.”

“I’m not gonna regret it. And no one will come, you and the boys finished the show so no one has work to do in here.”

“And what about the cleaners?” he smiles, thinking that he’s gonna win.

“I don’t care. I need you” you whisper again then rub yourself on his crotch and moan. “Please, Harry, no one will find out.”

He watches you with an intensive look in his eyes and you can almost hear his thoughts. You know he’s struggling and about to give up and give you want you want so you kiss his jaw, then go down on his neck and grab his belt.

“Okay” he finally says, “but it’ll be quick and we have to be really quite.”

You smile thankfully and give him a kiss before you go down on his neck once again and start sucking at his skin.

“Wanted to do this so much” you say and lick the red spot, “You have no idea.”

“Babe, no” he moans, “don’t leave me a red mark, fans will go crazy and all the paparazzi…”


His hands travel to the back of your thighs and he lifts your dress. “Misses yeh so much too, babe. Those seven days without tastin’ yeh were a disaster.

“Want to taste me then?” you smile, thinking about the wettness in your panties.

“We have to be quick and quite. Remember?”

“We will be” you tell him, starting to unbutton his belt.

“Are yeh sure? ‘Cause every time i get down on yeh, you can’t stay quite, babe. You keep moaning loud and screaming my name. Someone will hear you.”

“I’ll be quite. Promise.”

“If you make any noise, i’ll stop” he warns you, “lay down.”

You do as you’re told and open up your legs for him. He gets on his knees and holds your thighs so you can’t move. You start trembling even from the start - when he takes your panties down your legs with his teeth, - and he smiles at how weak you are after a whole weak without his touch. 

“Sorry” you smile too, trying to calm down.

“Such a desperate little girl for me, aren’t yeh?” 

“Yeah” you moan, not really knowing if this is an aswer for his question or a urged for him to continue. “And i actually think i have a fetish for your head between my thighs.”

“Really?” he smirks, “And speaking of this… Do you think you actually have some kind of fetish for something.”

“Like… I think about your hands a lot… And your dirty talk… But i don’t really know about having a fetish…”

“Want to try something then?” he asks, smirking.

You already know you’re gonna regret this but you nod.

“Call your mom.” 

“What?” you can’t believe your ears, “R-right now?”


You take your phone from your purse and search for her number. “What do you have on mind?” you ask, not really thinking whatever he wants it’s safe. 

“Just call her.”

When he hears her voice trough the phone speaker, he licks your and start sucking at your clit, still looking up to you with a dirty glance.

“Hi, sweetie” she says and you can feel how he’s playing with you and pretty much enjoying it.

“H-hi, mom” you say and wait for him to continue but he looks at you, “Just wanted to check how your day was.”

He starts licking again, still holding your trembling legs. 

“Boring if i have to be honest. And yours?”

“Mine was boring too” you close your eyes for a moment and bite your bottom lip, “I waited for Harry to finish the show and now we’re in the hotel room, waiting for our food.”

“Can you give the phone to him, i have something to ask him about the concerts because your cousin Emily wants to go to that one in Las Vegas…”

“No, mom” you open your mouth wide, trying not to scream when Harry bites at your clit. “He’s in the shower and he’s really tired. Maybe tomorrow.”

“Okay, honey. I have to hang up now because your dad is calling me but we’ll hear tomorrow.”

“Yes, mom” you moan, not really quite, “Bye”

“Wait, what happend?”

“Uhm” you stare at Harry with a look which almost can kill, “I j-just hit my toe.”

“Oh” your mom says, but you can’t say that you convinced her. “Okay, goodbye.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” you ask him and put your phone somewhere on the stage.

“No” he laughs, “But if you want me to stop, i have no problem with that.”

“No! No, please, i need to cum.”

“Then tell me what fetishes you have.”

“I don’t know, i already… Fuck, yeah!… told you.”

“So… if you don’t like to be quite and pretend that you don’t get licked while you talk on the phone then what about sensory deprivation?”

“I-i don’t know what you mean, Harry, please continue, please, babe, i need to cum.”

“Just if you let me blindfold you.”

“What?” you furrow your eyerbrows.

“I’ll put my bandana on your eyes so you can’t see what i’m ‘bout to do”

“No” you shake your head, “I like to watch you taking care of me.”

“Hmm” he smiles, “Then what about switching roles?”

“Like… Me fucking your mouth?”

“Yeah” he laughs, “like that.”

You lift yourself up on your elbows and slowly move closer to him. You can see how your juices are falling down from his lips on your clit. 

“Should i-i…?

“Yeah” he says, “do whatever you want to.”

You move a little bit closer to him and he starts sucking at your clit again. Your fingers tangle in his hair, you take off his bandana and covers his eyes with it. “Are you enjoying it?” You slowly grind to his mouth.

“Yes, and i think i found my kink.”

“Blindfolding?” you ask and take ful grip on his hair.

He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a look and keep sucking and licking, slightly moaning because he can’t get enough of the taste of you. You don’t even have the chance to warn him that you’re about to cum when he bites at your clit and leaves you trembling and desperate for more. Before you can even take control of your breathing, he takes of his belt and pulls his jeans and boxers down. 

“I’m not sure you’re going to like this… Just tell me if something is wrong.”

You look at him, his knees are next to the both side of your shoulders and you have a close view of his cock.

“It’s alright, Harry, go on.”

He wraps his fingers around his red tip, precum on it, and takes a hold on your hair. “Is it really fine?” he asks again.

You don’t feel like convincing him for one more thing today so you take it in your mouth and starts sucking as he pulls in and out.

“You look so beautiful like this, Y/N. There’s something so erotic about your cherry lips. It makes me so horny watching them. And when you kiss me it’s always too hard not to get turn on.”

He starts trusting fast, not giving you time to prepare and you start gagging on him. Your hands travel to his balls and start massaging him, making a throaty moan slip of his lips.

“God, babygirl, i’ll never be able to take enough from yeh, won’t i?”

You takes his cock in your hand and start pumping as his head falls back down. “Come for me, daddy, let me swallow it like a good girl.” This drags him to the edge and he moans the loudest you’ve ever heard him, both of you forgot someone can hear you.

After he recovers from his orgasm, he kisses you thankfully and gives your butt a slight slap. “No one heard us, babe, we should celabrate it in the hotel room later.”

“Yeah. We should also take into consideration that i didn’t regret any of this.” you smile at him while he picks up your panties from the floor and puts them in his pocket.

“Can’t wait.”

  • Mr Damocles: Well they finally caught the thief
  • Adrien: Wow they’re really going to expel him just for stealing pudding cups and toilet paper
  • Mr. Damocles: No he was caught taking parts from the engineering rooms
  • Adrien:
  • Nino:
  • Mr. Damocles: …Have you two been stealing pudding cups and toilet paper?
  • Nino: What? No. We uh we hate pudding and we don’t um we don’t use…toilet paper
  • Mr. Damocles:
  • Adrien: We have one of those French things that shoots water up your butt
  • Mr. Damocles: Bidet
  • Adrien and Nino: Bidet to you too, sir
Olicity Hiatus Fic: A Boy and His Socks...

Okay so this is my first contribution to the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon organized by the wonderful @thebookjumper who honestly is a gem for thinking this up! 

Prompt Given: Summer Vacation

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“A Boy and His Socks” 

The room around them was bustling with the sounds of buser’s carrying dirty dishes and, servers checking their tables. Felicity dragged her finger along the edge of her half empty water glass while Sara’s voice drifted softly around the space around her. 

“Hey if you’re going to ignore me then we can just skip the monthly lunches and go back to skyping when I’m in the calling area.” 

Felicity’s eyes slipped down to the wrinkled table cloth while she smiled shamefully. “Sorry Sara I was just daydreaming…” she admitted as Sara’s chest deflated before her downcast stare. 

“What caused the daydream?” she asked almost cautiously which made Felicity’s eyes snake upward. 

“You asked about my summer and, well I guess I just sorta got sidetracked,” Felicity hiccuped absently while Sara’s fingers inched toward one of her untouched French Fries. 

She giggled at first thinking her thoughts had swerved toward her once again burgeoning romance with Oliver. Felicity saw the sassy smile and, the devious wink displayed over her very interested face. “Oh so are you saying you were daydreaming about Oliver?” she finally managed to chuckle between her small swallows. 

Felicity’s head shook easily as her friend’s easy laughter filled her soul with happiness. “Oh sweetie my daydreams of Oliver leave me feeling far more than distracted…”

Sara nearly choked on her fry when she sputtered, “I can’t believe you just alluded to your sex life!” 

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can you make a fic rec of some of your fav fics? any kind and any length? thank you x

7 Up

Chapters: 5/5
Words: 51973

Very loosely based on the British TV show “The Up Series” and somewhat inspired by the song “Something I Need” by Onerepublic, we follow the lives of Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson in an interview setting every seven years. They fall apart and come together, their lives and emotions recorded. Harry calls it a time capsule. Louis calls it a pain in the arse.

Where Your Heart Is

Chapters: 13/13

Words:  154141 

Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam– his entirely too chipper step brother– or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books – No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be– The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.

Or, a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process.


Chapters: 17/17
Words: 81886    

“What could be it, Niall?” Harry asks gently with a sigh. He slouches down further into his chair, crossing his arms lazily across his chest. He is bored. He has been bored for five years straight, but even more so now that his one interest has shut himself out entirely. Harry had not even heard from Louis, not since last night, not since he had gotten on his nerves so much that he was torn between knocking him out and smiling in surrender to the slight awe he felt. Louis is opinionated like no one he’s ever seen, but his voice is honeyed; high-pitched and indignant. Harry is nothing short of entranced.

Or, Harry is running out of time to fall in love, but with Louis, it seems as if there’s all the time in the world.

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the one thing I hate about loving junior hockey, every single year, is the raw pain and devastation on the losing team. whether it’s in the memorial cup final, in a league final, or even in the memorial cup semifinals, there’s always only going to be one winner.

hats off to the windsor spitfires. you guys played a hell of a series and were just as deserving champions. honestly? they were the better team. the best team in the tournament. and they all deserve to be champions tonight, and forever.

and to my dear, darling otters, you cannot be ashamed of how you played. you fought. you battled. you pulled ahead. sometimes the better team wins, and sometimes it can’t be you. you’ll always think what if. what if alex hadn’t hit that post in the dying minutes. what if you hadn’t taken so many penalties. what if you hadn’t given up the lead. I can’t imagine what you are all going through right now. but know this, that you are all going to be better off for having gone through this, and you’ve made 23 new brothers and bonds for life. thank you guys for making this season one for the memory books.

ottos forever. 💛



It had been 2 weeks since you had gone live on YouNow with your new song.

And it had been 2 months since your break up with Shawn, which somehow ended up as breaking news on a bunch of websites.

Every interviewer you met didn’t even want to talk about your new music. It somehow always ended up into a conversation on how you felt about your ex boyfriend of 2 years.

“It’s okay, we’re okay. I’m okay. It ended…things end. Ya know?” That was your usual response to these irrelevant questions.

As frustrating as it was, you understood why they wanted to know so much. You and Shawn didn’t even announce it to the media. It just happened and everyone realized that you both didn’t go out together in public anymore.

You recently joined the music business, around a year ago to be specific. And you had gotten signed to Shawn’s label as well. You’ve bumped into him quite a few times since the breakup. Especially at award shows or any big events.

But 2 weeks after everything went to shit, there was a video of Shawn that had gotten leaked.

And everyone was talking. Everyone.

The quality was crap, but you could easily tell it was him. And you could clearly make out what his drunk self had said.

“I can’t live without her.” His shaky voice said as he walked with one of his friends from the crew.

Apparently, a fan had approached him at a night club. They had asked him about our breakup, and this is what they captured on their phone.

When you heard that, you immediately felt numb. It sent chills through your body, and words couldn’t come out of your mouth.

The only way you could figure it all out, was by music. The answer was always music.

It was your way of expressing your feelings, just like any other artist.

You opened up your writing journal, grabbed a black pen and instantly started jotting down words that came to your head.

In 30 minutes, you had gotten the chorus figured out and the first few lines.

You hummed a toon to yourself and sang softly under your breath, making a few changes every now and then.

The song eventually was completed in a few days and you immediately got your laptop out and hit the record button.

“You say you can’t live without me. So why aren’t you dead yet?” You sang softly as you looked into the camera.

You continue to hum the tune, and bite your lip before singing the next line.

“Why you still breathing?”

Taking a deep breath, you continue singing and keep an eye on all of the comments.

Sure enough, it was mostly Shawn’s fans spamming the whole thing.

As you come to a finish, a silence took over as you read messages, and then you force a smile and speak up.

“So I’ll be heading to the studio soon to record the whole song. But that was just a preview. I hope you guys liked it, bye!”

Quickly ending the video, you shut your laptop and sighed.

It felt amazing to finally get that out.

But it wasn’t so amazing at all of the hate you got instead.

Days passed and soon, a new interview with Shawn was released on YouTube.

Your fans had tagged you in it thousands of times on twitter. You had to see it.

Clicking the small play button, you sit back and watch.

“So Shawn, I’m sure you’re aware of the new song that Y/N wrote. And I also think you’re aware on who it’s about” the woman spoke, with a hint of teasing in her voice.

Shawn uncomfortably shifted in his seat and pressed his lips together. His cheeks flamed up and you saw he started to play with his ring.

A habit he had whenever he was nervous.

Your eyes narrowed as you waited for his response. Of course it was about him, no secret there.

“Um yeah, almost any artist writes from their own experiences. I mean, I sure do. But Y/N created something great, there’s no denying that.”

You slammed your laptop shut and groaned in frustration, but seconds later, you heard the doorbell ring.

Getting up, you walked to the door and opened it to reveal a wet Shawn, soaking from the rainstorm outside.

“Shawn?” You breathed in confused and bit your lip.

Shawn breathed heavily as more rain poured down on his head.

“So that song. Can we talk about it?”.

anonymous asked:

Not sure if you were asked this already, but what was your reaction when Otabek first called you 'Yura' and/or 'Kitten'?

The first time he called me Yura was when I was on the phone with him while eating breakfast one time when I was 15 – this is before we were together, mind you – and it just kinda slipped out of him. It took me a second to process it and think the name over a few times before I finally accepted it and told him it was okay. It was more odd than anything, since I never had a nickname besides that disastrous “Yurio,” but I liked it. 

As far as Kitten goes, I already answered this: he used to say it all the time to be a little shit and poke fun at me, but when he first said it…and I mean actually said it with the meaning we have for it now, I melted. 


So -and it may be my extreme denial- but I keep thinking that Eileen may still be alive…


I forget who, but I was reading this one meta and they said that maybe Eileen wasn’t killed (it was a shifter), but TAKEN by Ketch and was being held somewhere in the BMoL HQ. (Obvs this was before the finale aka the blowing up of said HQ) But then the finale happened and that hope literally went up in flames…


I keep thinking… What if she really was there, but survived the blasts??? Like, she was being held in a far off to the side kinda room and all the explosions did was destroy the room (successfully freeing her) and get her all banged up.

Wouldn’t it just be freaking amazing if in s13 Eileen would randomly show up at the bunker all mangled while Sam and Dean are cleaning stuff up. Just picture Sam’s reaction, and him flailing to hurry up and help with her wounds (and the bit of angst for when he finds out what happened and inevitably blames himself) and Dean taking the back seat and just being supportive (cause the freaking Destiel mirror LIVES)

IDK… I’m in heavy denial and in half the mind to make a fic of this delusion if I have to…

What do you think??? @tinkdw @other SPN metas (cause tink is the only one I can think of lol)

Is it even possible/plausible that something like this could happen?? I could really use Eileen back…

Kiss it better.

Small, unbeta’ed fics. One for every hiatus day. Mostly canon-verse.
Read the whole collection of fics here or AO3.
Day 4: 28 May 2017 √

Clarke is reading the book Bellamy recommended her, laying on their bed in a cloudy day when her son walks in the cabin, not meeting her eyes but walking towards her.

“Telemachus? Is everything okay?” Clarke asks and places the book on Bellamy’s side of the bed. Knowing her child good she can sense something happened.

The boy finally lifts his gaze up to his mother with a sad face, “Mama? Are you going to kill me?” He asks, jumping on the bed next to his mother.

Clarke gives him a smile and lifts his up, bringing him to sit on her lap, “What question is that now?”

The boy lowers his gaze again, picking a lock from her hair and start playing with it. “I heard you one day telling dad that if anyone hurts him again you’re going to kill them.”

Clarke, surprised by what her son said, she lilts his small face to look at her, “Yes. I have said that to your dad. But what does that have to do with you?” She questions confused.

The body gives her a sad smile and turns his head over his shoulder, “Dad, come in.” He shout and the door opens again. Bellamy walks in slowly, his eyes locked on his wife and son.

Of course Clarke sees it immediately. He has a huge bruise on his right cheek, almost forcing his eyes shut. She’s on her feet in seconds, placing Telemachus on the bed and runs to Bellamy.

“What happened?!” She breaths out, supping his face and turning to the side so she can take a better look on the bruise.  Bellamy grabs her wrists gently, stopping her from turning his face because it doesn’t help with his headache.

”Hey, don’t worry. It’s okay.” He assures her, leaning down to capture her lips.

Clarke kisses him back, carefully not to hurt him and quickly pulls back again. “Bellamy, how did you get that?” She presses, holding his gaze.

Bellamy smiles even though it hurts from one side, “We were training with Machus and Aias when Machus accidentally hit me with his stick.” He explains, gently pushing Clarke’s hands from his face down between them.

“Did you go to my mom?” She asks next, her eyes still painted with concern.

Bellamy nods, “Yes, Clarke. Don’t worry. She put some creme to help with the swelling too. Said I should go put some more before bed.”

Clarke gives him a sad smile, cupping on side of his neck and lifting herself up to kiss him again.

”Mom? Are you going to kill me?” A small and terrified voice interupts them.

Clarke’s hand fall from Bellamy’s neck to his back and leans to his side as she turns to their son, “No, Machus. Of course I’m not going to kill you.”

A huge smiles spreads on the boy’s face and he jumps off the bed, running to his parents. Bellamy picks him up on his arms between him and Clarke and the boy wraps his small arms around their necks, bringing them all closer for a hug.

”Hey buddy, do you want to hear a secret?” Clarke whispers, not pulling back from the family hug. “You, Aias and I are the only ones allowed to hurt your father now and then.”

Bellamy laughs and Telemachus pulls back. “Okay. Our secret is safe with me mom.” The boy smiles.

“Yeah but you’re allowed to do that only if you kiss me better till it doesn’t hurt anymore.” Bellamy argues with a smirk on his face.

Immediately Telemachus leans forward and leaves a sloppy kiss on Bellamy’s bruised cheek and even though it hurts, he doesn’t complain. He glances at Clarke then, “Your turn, princess.” He grins.

Clarke laughs and slaps his back, “I will kiss it better later, when the kids will be with Monty.” She promises and walks back to the bed.

Okay so I saw the new Pirates movie, and I’ll say this:

I liked it. It was fun, it was fresh, good effects, new characters you can root for, old ones you’ve lived since childhood, a fantastic villain (which is a given with Javier Bardem) and some funny moments. And some sad ones too. But.


Why on Earth did they market it as “The Final Adventure”? Why did we get barraged with TV spots that, over and over again, said “This is where the tale ends”? Because it clearly fucking doesn’t, otherwise what was the point of the post credits scene with Scrooge McSquid? You knew you’d be making another one Disney, come on tae fuck

cerseidm  asked:

Hello! We were having a debate yesterday at our kylux meetup and couldn't reach a conclusion, so i was hoping to get an answer from you so we can finally KNOW the answer to this very important question!!!.... How do you prononce your pseudo "Jeusus"?? Thank youuu ^^

Hey, I have no real idea either, I made up that name because it was funny to me and I didn’t expect in a million years that one day someone somewhere would ever even talk about me lol. I like it because when you type it into google there’s a million other answers so my blog is relatively well hidden. 

I usually go by Jeu at cons (pronounced like “Je suis”), but “J” is okay too :)

so this is the story of how i accidentally cheated on my classical japanese final

okay, the way our course was set up meant that you had two pieces- in this case, two old stories- to translate and then annotate with notes to do with the translation and history, etc. our lecturer assured us that neither of the two pieces had ever been translated by anyone other than himself because they were super obscure.

the first one went as normal and did my head in. idk how much you know about classical japanese but it’s a fucking pain and i spent god knows how long in the library trying to work out whether i was looking at a verb i didn’t know or the honorific form of a verb. basically, it was a story about some doctors who all got together and cured illnesses and it was a miracle or some shit. i got an okayish mark on it which was the real miracle because i had no idea what i was doing.

the next piece, though, went a little differently. i sat down, got out my classical dictionary and began to translate it- only for the title to catch me off guard: the water spirit. it was familiar but i wasn’t sure why so i kept on going with it. but the further i got, the more familiar it was and like a paragraph in, i finally realised that i had read this story before. see, i’m a fucking nerd and prepped for this course with some outside reading. i had a book of old japanese tales on my shelf right next to me and i immediately flicked through it to try and find the story i was thinking of. lo and behold, there it was. completely translated.

i nearly had a heart attack. the right thing to do would be to tell my professor but i wasn’t about to do that because i didn’t like him but the trouble was that this particular story was one of my favourites and i basically knew it by heart anyway. so, i rewrote the story, sticking as close to the original japanese as i could and hoped to god my professor wouldn’t notice the jump in quality. he didn’t. i got top marks for my translation.

i felt guilty up until the day he came in and showed us all his evangelion and loli doujinshi but that’s another story

miku-godess  asked:

Okay here's a fluffy one- UT Sans and UF Sans' reaction to their s/o snorting while laughing. It was their first time hearing her laugh because she's insecure about it and always covers her mouth when she laughs or just tries to keep a straight face

UT! Sans: when you finally let yourself laugh, he’s so happy its unbelievable. That was the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He quickly tells you how much he loves your laugh, and he’s gonna make you believe him. That was the best thing ever. Then he’ll tackle you with tickles until you laugh again.

UF! Sans: he’ll laugh at your laugh, and he’ll end up snorting, which will make you laugh again. His laugh is loud and unattractive. Something about that makes it cute. When he realizes you’re insecure he quickly reassures you by mentioning the fact he sounds like a dying Whale.

anonymous asked:

I dont love you kuromahi BRING ON THE ANGST



“I don’t love you okay?! Stop trying!” Kuro shouted, finally breaking apart, Mahiru was nice… too nice, didn’t he realize what he was getting into? “Stop it! Stop being so nice to me, stop caring for me, stop loving me…” Kuro continued spitting out, feeling tears running down his cheeks. He didn’t want to look up, he didn’t want to see Mahiru’s heartbroken hurt face, he did the right thing… did he really do the right thing?

He felt a small warm hand take his own cold one, as Mahiru looked at him with a smile.. A smile that caved in at the edges, a tired and hurt smile, a smile that said I love you and Kuro knew it was worse than any hurt look Mahiru could wear.

“Mahiru…. Stop it….” he said, his hand disobeying his words as it slowly squeezed Mahiru’s, never wanting him to let go.

“I love you” Mahiru simply said, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t love me back, I’m never going to stop loving you” he replied quietly yet kindly, it was somehow Mahiru always knew what to say, he always always wanted Kuro to be happy but he never even thought about himself… even now, he smiled, but the look in his eyes was unmistakeable.

For a second Kuro wanted to open up, he wanted to smile like Mahiru did and tell him he felt the same, he wanted to hold Mahiru and tell him he didn’t have to hurt. It was nothing but a fleeting thought. Kuro jerked away from Mahiru, “Why.. Why aren’t you angry, why won’t you yell at me?!” Didn’t he realize… he didn’t understand it was all Kuros fault. Mahiru’s friends being hurt, his simple life now turned into a dangerous life of war. Kuro wasn’t strong enough to protect him, he couldn’t stand it.

Surely if he realized how weak he was, and how much he indirectly hurt them, Mahiru wouldn’t love him. He didn’t deserve Mahiru’s love, wouldn’t he be happier with someone else? The thought only caused Kuro to shakily take steps away from Mahiru. It was for the best.

“I don’t love you” I love you, I’m sorry

“Go away” Please don’t leave me

“Goodnight Kuro…” Tell me the truth!

Mahiru quietly left, motivation and energy slowly leaving his body as he left to his own room. Kuro slammed his back onto the wall and slid down onto the floor, quietly and weakly crying that he knew Mahiru could hear. They both left with unsaid words and cold hearts.

I love you